Perfect Through Suffering. l%ert> is no heart, however free an J li^hUoiuo, But has its bitterness, Ho oarthly hopes, Uow< Tor bright snJ blitho some, But ring of omptinoss. Ttw worhl is full of suffering anil sorrow, Of anguish ami despair; Its brightest promises aro of to-morrow, Its mockories everywhere. Our weary hearts wltli slow and sad pulsation Boat to tho march of years; Their days are giv. n to toil without cessation, Their gloomy nights to tears. But let ua in patience ami submission The will of our great King— Kemnmberlng this, all through our eartldy miasioii - Perfect through suffering. Then cease, oh, foolish heart, cease thy repin ing; Tho Master's hand above Is oniy purifying and refining - Tho Alchemist is Love. These fears and thrilLi of woe, tiioso great af flictions, Are hut the chastening rod; And tliey .hall provo tho heavenly benedic tions, Tho mercies of our Ood. What scometh now a dark and dreary vision Unto our tear-dimmed eyes. Shall bust in glory into f - lies elyaian, A blooming paradise. Then cease. Oh, foolish heart, coase Ihy repin ing; Hope I lift thy droopingwing; Tho pain is one of Clod's all-wise designing Perfect through suffering. SUITED FOR LIFE. "No hotel?"saul Mr. Perciva! Payno. " Nothing in tho shnpo of one," an swered his friend, Lncina Warden, with the subdned triumph of ono who an nounces a startling fact. "I never heard of such a thing in my life I" said Payno. "Nor I neither," serenely remarked Warden. " Bnt how do yon account for it f demanded tho would-be tourist, smiting his forehead in despair. " I don't aeconnt for it all," said Mr. Warden, surveying the uails which ho had just been carefully trimming with his penknife, "except that nobody knows anything about the place as yet. There s a factory— r, I believe, or something of that sort—and a cigar shop and a beer-shop and two thread and-ncedle stores, and a postofllca where tho mails come twice a week; and there's tho Magalloway river, all car peted over with water-lilies, and half a dozen glorious little trout-streams run ning into it, and the tinest bit of scenery voa ever saw. But—there's no hotel!" " Bnt where's a fellow to stay?" help lessly demanded Payne. "Get an outfit and camp out, as I did," said Warden, cheerfully. "A blanket, a canvas tent, with pegs and loops, a little smudge of bran or pine needles, to keep tho mosquitoes off at nigbt, and—" *• But I don't enjoy camping out," vehemently remonstrated Payne. "It is all very well for those that like it, but I'm not one of that sort. I like onr good walla, a feather pillow and regular meals .served three times a day." " Well, then, look here," said War den. "Go to the Widow Buck's. She takes boarders now and then." " Who is tho Widow Buck?" asked Payno. " That I don't know," replied his friend. " And where does she live?" " There yon have me again." " Man alivo I are you .crazy?" de spairingly questioned Payne. " How am I to find her?" " Inquire," calmly responded Mr. Warden, as he *hut np his knife and replaced it in his vest pocket. "Go to Mailzie Pord— ll A. M. train—stage coach—through in ono day. Ask for! the Widow Bnck'sl Bless my heart! nothing in tha wide world conld 1m easier. I always hoard that people got good faro there and comfortable beds. And Mailzie Pord is a perfect little'par adise when yon once get there!" " Well," said Payne, dejectedly, " it seems a wild-goose chase, bnt I've a mind to try it. A man can but come back again." It was rather early in the season f'd to live thero beforo I went into the factory at Catlcy's." "Do you know tho Widow Due* ?" asked Payne, with interest. " Very well," nodded tho prelty girl. "I'm going there to look for board,' said Mr. Payne. "1 bopa you'll be suite.!," said the girl. And then they began to talk about the tall, blue-crested mountains, which were beginning to close in aronnd them. Tho dewy-eyed damsel had read Longfcllcw; she knew all about Tboreau; she was even " np" in Itns kin, and sho expressed herself with grace and spirit, wLich set Mr. Payne to wondering if all the Maine girls were equally cultivated and beautiful. And then tho codfish tumbled down again and hail to bo tightonrd anew and by that time they hail como to a hou e in the midst of a lonely belt of woo ls, whieh tho driver said was "C.it lej's Dam," upon which tho pretty gtl disappeared into tho purple twilight, and Mr. Pa)uo and the codfi h went on, sorrowful, much jolted on 1 alona A glimpse cf tho beantiful MagallJ way river by moonlight; tho cry of a wild-bird in tho woods; tho noiso of hidden caacidea; a blur of lighted win dows, which tho driver said was tho factory; down a blind lano, and chegan to bark. Presently, a tall, thin woman, with a red pocket handkerchief tied on her head, with a kerosene lamp in her hand, opened the doer. "Ob," said she, peering sharply at him, "yon'ro tho young man from the city are you?" With tho initiative thus taken ont of his hands, Mr. Payno could only,incline his bead. " All thorn traps yonrn ?" demanded the Widow Buck, abruptly, "Yes, madam," Mr. Payne admittod. " Hnmph I" said,the widow. "Tears to mn it's party tol'able cheeky of yon, mister, to take it for granted you'd be asked to atay t" " I thought, madame—" "I'm a-talking now," aaid tho widow, sharply. "To begin right atraight at the beginning, we don't know anything about yon. Yon may be a bank bur glar or a counterfeiter, for all we know!" " My references, madame —" "Yes.'fcl know," said the widow. " And them very references ia most lilkly forged. Bat I'm willin' to be reasonable. How old be yon ?" And Mr. Payne secretly wondering if this was tho way they managed things in Maine answered moekly: •' Two-aud-thirty 1" " Ever beon married before ?" sharply questioned tho widow. "Certainly not, madame ! lam u single man 1" answered Mr. Fayne, with a very justifiable spark of indignation in his manner. " Any business 7" went on bis cato ohist. "None, madame.'' "Well, I liko tbat I" said the widow, with a scornful sniff. "Like your im. pud once to come hero nnd own to such a disgrace an that I Expect to livo on mo, hoy?" " Madame 1" gasped poor Mr. I'ayno. " How d'ye supposo you're over going to keep my Naomi, even if I allowed yon to marry her?" sharply went on tho woman, "which I shan't do, and don't yoti think itl She don't care for yon, anyway! When she hoard you was coming she mado up her mind to stop off at G'atley's Dam, just to get rid of the sight of you. There! Ho just pick np your traps and go back ag'in tho way you come ! You won't never be a son-in-law of mine !" But while Widow Buck was volubly uttering these last glib sontcnces a light began to dawn on Mr. Payne's obscured brain. " I think, Mrs. Buck," said he, "that yon must bo laboring under a little miaapprehension. Mr namo is Perciva! Payne. lam from Boston. I was re commended here, a* an eligible board ing place, by Mr. Warden, of 15 Pep permint place." Mrs. Buck nearly dropped her lamp in consternation. " Well, I never!" said sho, instant ly flinging the door wide open. "Please to walk in, sir.'' I'll send tho boy otit arter yonr trunks and things in half a minute. I bog your pardon, I'm sure, for mistaking you for I'eleg Driggs, from Lowell, as was comin' here after my dangber Naomi! Hhe works in the Lowell mills, Naomi docs. To think how ever I could hivo made such a blunder! Do walk in, sir !" And Mr. Payne was promptly intro duced to a delightful littlo "interior" of red carpet, round table spread for tea, (