The Throo Lessons.
Tforo mr ilirn' I* mmiijs I <>uM
Tltiw word* a with btirMng |*i,
lu tiMing of rtrrnsl
/ t'fnin thp h*rta of men.
II iv* ll* pa. Though elowlt *lton now,
* And pli*lli *a hidNi h*r In ac*rn,
f Ihil th* tho rh ol w fitut ihi brow-
No night bnlbnth lu morn.
lUvr faith Wlitir'fr thy I ark ia !rl*sii~
f|,i> ralm'a dlapnrt, that* mpat's liiltlh -
Know tlila—(hal ruloa tha hat of li*vt*u,
The Inhabitant* of wsrth.
!**. Nt baa a'nn* fr on*,
lt.it man •• man th> brother toll,
• *m ' *cist*T Ilka ll.e irclitig uo
Thy chat Itiaa on all.
Thtia (trwaa thaa |aoao*i cm thy aotil--
FaiUt. Iloyr inl'Lotr-ind ilun ilialt find
St ran 4'h whan tlfa'a auric*** rudaat 1011,
l.tghl wbrn thou vt*r Mind.
—Schiller
THE riUVATE SECUKTARY.
I had found my hat and was seeking
■n opportunity of making my escape
unabicrveil, when tnv friend Willard
Fleming CHUgl.t sight of uie.
"Don't go yot, Arthur," he sa'd ;"I
want you to do mo a favor. Y"U saw
me wiih h bidvjdr. seed in blue?"
I asse Ued. "A beautiful pirl, with
dark hair and eyes?"
"The suite," lie responded. ' Iter
nmno is I.ydia More ton; beautiful "
von nay, an<l,.vlint i a no less interesting,
Ihnireas to half a million. 1 want you
to he introduced to her and form a gen
eral idea of her. It is a very important
matter.''
] started.
"What |>art am I to play in this my*
ferial* drama?*' 1 asked in surprise;
"surely you do nt propose to adjust
vour inclination for the lady by what 1
may think of her after a few tnomrn s
of acquaintance ?"
"I will explain afterward," he replied,
"come and ee her first."'
Very much mystified, I followed him
into the conservatory, where I was for
nially introduced to Miss Moreton. On
taking tnv place be-ide her, I saw that
Fleming had left us to ourselves. I cen
teas I was not di*pleaed, for I found
her very charming. We were on good
terms immediately, and 1 was half in
dined to lie angry with Wiliard when
he ret imed and took me away from
her.
* "I envy you," I aaid. "She it exqui
site."
"I am glad you approve," he replied,
"but it is by no means settled yet, and
'hat is why I want your help.''
. "I wi*h you would not talk in riddles,
Willard, ' I exclaimed, '' fell me what
you mean."
"Just this," he said, taking my *■ m
• onfideo'ially, "1 think I have produce,!
an impression, but she is going away to
morrow, for a year, I shall have no op
portunity of following it up. I h*Te
gained her permission to correspond
with her, and you are going to write iny
letters for me."
"I !" I replied. "You seriously >■*•
tpect me to correspond with her in you.
name ?"
"Just so," he aaid. ''lt is th" brig! t
hd est idea that ever *ntered my head, too
Vow, I write an alaiminable letter, xnd
and in spite c.f the unH,r>tnding l, •
tween us, might do myself more harm
than good. You have an pecial talent
that way. Everyoody admires your
letters, for you can produce any imprr*
sion you cbooeo. You have a general
impression of her character; that is
why I introduced you. If you will un
dertake the campaign, adding a little
more wrmth and that sort ol thing in
each successive letter, we shall capture
her l.eforo the year is out."
"It the course you propose
is not strictly delicate or honorable," I
replied, indignantly. "What will she
think of us when she discovers the
truth ?"
"Oh, never mind that," he returned,
• arelessly. "After I have made her Mrs.
Fleming I'll undertake so pacify ber."
I was on the point of refusing j>o*i
| fP tively when Mia* Moreton. on her way
to her carri.ge, met us in the hall. She
f smiled and gave me her hand. What
wu there in her look, her voice, the
touch of her small, gloved palm, that
stirred me so? What was the wave of
regret that swelled up in my heart as I
-aw her turn once more to the door and
smile lusck her farewell ? I stood in a
profound rev. ric until Fleming pluck.d
me by the arm and said, impatiently :
"Well, what i* your decision? Will
• ou write to bcr ?"
In an instant the thought entered
iny brain that, though she could never
be nothing mor* than a pleasant vision
to me, I might at least retain the bitter
happineas of holding interourse with
her for a time, even if under another
man'a name. The temptation was irre
• stfble, and I yielded.
I "Yes," I replied, "I will wri; your
letter*." *
"The thing ia done then," he raid,
rubbing his hands gleefully. "I shall
Owe you the handaomcat wife in Ameri
ca, and a half million, besides."
V 4 I turned away with a throb of indig.
nant envy, and left hira exulting over
bis anticipated success. That night I
! wrote ID)' lirst letter to her and signed
it Willard Fleming. ' l ,ul *" m >'
*tre gtli in'o it.sh flowing out the c. n
Ibcsing motions wh rh filled me. I
l<lt that it oou'il not fail to have its
effect, for I w*s wri'ing for myself! -a*
I have written li •! it been my
right to address her in my own name-
I ma le i it two day* later, knowing it
would Kftch her shortly af" r berarrival.
I waited impatiently for her re| Iv.
Willurd hadarranged to have ber lei tern
directed to me. After Ib>d r< ail tbein
I was to turn them over to liiin together
with u drift of my answer.
Three weckslat-r 1 found an envelope
postmarked Frmce, and add>estd in a
delicate feminine hand lying upon my
•leak. I tore it open with t emblii g
finger*. It was from I.ydia Mor"nn.
In every line of it I detected the fleet
of the letter I had wiitten her. It was
more than kind ; it waa just upon that
neutial grout d which Ilea between
friendship and something more tender.
1 read and le read it. I carried it about
witli me for several days before I could
bring myself to give it to Willard. It
seemed as if it bad been meant for ire.
What difference whose name was at the
top of it ? My words, my feelings, mv
hops bad drawn it forth. It bad b. <
writteii.to me; but alias! ' • 110 • i.t
to it
"Bruvo!" cried Willard, . . d< light, m
be read it. "If any one akn me for a
privute aei ratal v, I rh.dt reeoniuiend
you almve all others. Why, she is ball
in love with me alresdv. - '
In love with hint! T< ue, it was Wil
: lard Fleming she had thought of when
I writing. Me she had long since forgot
I ten, and 1 had done my best to destroy
i my last hope, if I had ever been so f ol-
I
isb as to cheri-h any.
I went home half resolved to take no
further part in the conspiracy, and to
let Willard manage his courtship as best
he might. Ifut I had not the courage
to relinquish the bitter-sweet of my fic
titious intercourse with her. Power
fully < fleeted by our first meeting nd
only meeting, her first let'er had com
plated the mischief. I was in love with
hr,and I might a* well be in love with
the moon
I wmle nff.tin. reckless, almost jam- j
ionstely. I'tider W Hard's name I re- I
fleeted all the fe. lings which her letter |
bad aroused in me. I made no attempt
to disgui e my love, hut 1 expressed no
bope. tt aw • tad luxury to imagine
ber flushing cheeks and brightening
eyea a* she read my feivid line*.
The letter that eanie in reply was an
a Iditi- nal torture to me. It was very
apparent that, far from "Sending her,
tuy unguarded language had won me a
warmer place in"her heart. There wa*
a eet, half cotife**ion of tendernea* in
every word, such a* would have been
my cue for an open declaration had I ;
been dealing with her honestly,
A paragraph in her letter warned me l
of the dangerous ground Wlllard and 1 j
were treading upon in >ur deception. ;
It ran :
"I cannot understand, de ir friend ,
my own feel ng* when I read your let
ters. When { met you in Newr York 1
thought you one of the common place
young men one meets in society, and
on I coul I never have felt anv deep
I
interest in. as I knew you then. It
seems now as if another |>er*nn were
spcsking to me—% man with a wrm
le-.ut, deep feelings and noh'c impulses.
1 cannot recrncile myself that the Wil
1 r<l Fleming 1 once knew is the Wdlard
Fleming I am now writing to. How
have I deceived myself so?"
"Sharp girl I" commented Fleming,
when be re id this passage, "won't she
stare when she knows ! never wrote
her a line.''
The idea of cheating b< r became
every hour more repugnant to me. |f
I could have understood the whole un
happy hu*incM what would I not have
given! How she would de-pise us both
when she mine to know the truth !
This strange correspondence contin
ued throughout the winter. I could ,
not break the fatal chain I bad bound
around myself. Kvery word from ber
wa* as precious as life. I could not vol
untarilly exile myself from herin hatred
and contempt. No, the end would
come soon enough in the inevitable
course of events. The end waa nearer
than I knew.
There came a letter from her—ahall I
ever forget it?—which, in it* tender out
pouring of love, left me no alternative
but to make a full declaration and ask
ber hand—in the name of Willard
Fleming. As I finished it! felt a sense
of sorrowful relief. The die was east.
Two weeks later I received her accep
tance. She was Willard Fleming's be
trothed wife. She had rseolved to cut
her Kuro|ean tour short by several
months and return to America. She
confessed she could not he happy now
unless near me—alas, not met but
the man who had never offered her
one tender word, nor felt one thrill of
regard for her, Willard Fleming.
Willard was in high spiiits at the
prospect of the successful termination
of his extraordinary courtship.
I'm much obliged to you, old fellow,"
# i,
v.. v .
ho su id, patronizingly. "You h >va
d ine splendidly. Why, h!f>in i v heart,
! don't wonder she < tunc m trms.
Sornc of your letters read us it' you
w re fur ouly in love wi.li yourielf "
I iivcrt d my hea l an I undo no ivplv.
' Mailer* arc in exoc loot * tape." lie
continued. " I Ii- re will he no note nee
easily of IcttciH, mi I if we keep our
■enrol she will never know sntlhinx
about it. If she discovers it M I Hip
pose *be must a'tcr our marring*, ,he
c elp herself."
While he w i talking in (hi* way. my
heart Hiok within me with n torturing
doubt which now occurred lo me for
the first time. In my aelfidi love I had !
forgotten that I was <t<- iberale y put '
t ng her ill the power of a muu with whom
she hoi ii > syiupaihv, and whom she j
did iiot love. II id I not conspired to
bring about the lift long mix- iy ot the
wotiiHii I loveo?
It w M several day s after her arrival
before I HUW her. Then I WIIH *urpri-ed 1
at her appearance. It win not that of
a tiappy betrothed bride. Her fact* i
looked worn and pale, ai d her manner 1
was anxious and sari. 1 saw, too, that
alien Willurd came near her 'lie in vol
uniarily shrank fiont him, an f looked
at lii in with a' l expression of doubt ml
wilder. |t WHS |HI ti>o plan that sin
had an intuition of the deception pu'
U|>on her. She rbd not love him, and ]
she could not understand In r own feel
nigs. Mv heart arln-d |or In r; I lot g-d
to tell the truth; but how could I ?
However, it proved to be my d*tinv
to undeceive her in the most unci
pected manner. Shortly before then
marriage there came a rumor that tin
trustee of her propels hat rhfrauded
her; risked nil in speculation an t lost
all. The rumor wt* *r.on confirm> dby
Wdlard him e'f.
He came into mv room looking
" 1
gloomy and irritable. He flung him
si lt into a cliair with an oa'.h,
"Here's a pretty fiv." he gr wlcd,
"Lyda'a money is all pone.''
"Med," said I, c- Idly, "the |os of
her money ha* not Ic-aenc I ln-r value in
your eyes, I hope?"
" ll* n't it?" he replied. " I aiu not
the man to marry n woman front s<' t
ment. I>- you suppose I would btrs
gone to si] thst trouble unless 1 bad
counted upon hr fortune?"
Angry ami disgusted a* I was with
h.tn, I felt a great wave of j-y sweep
over me.
"You got me into this scrajw-," he
slid, brutally, "with your letters, I
count ou you to extricate me."
"Very well," | returned. quie'-\:
" how do you expect me to etTe t tins
laudable purpose 1 "
"Go and tell her I never wrote tbo*e
letters, ami that I never made any en
I gag em ant with her."
" I will do it," smd I, ' noi for your
s.ike, but to save her from the m<i e#t
jof men. Thank God thst you have lie
t ayed your true rharae'er before it is
tori late. Now leave this house. I
never want to look upon your face
again."
Considerably abashed lie obeyed with
out a word, and I prepared to executed
my mission with a lighter heart than
I had known for many a day.
I sent up my card, and she entered
, the room with a qui< k s cp *nd anxious
I face.
"Y it eama from Will ir I Fleming,"
she ai I hurriedly: ' lie hi he .rd nf my
misfortune. Tell me, oh. tell me. he
has asked to lie relieved.
"If e has " | replied ; "he de"H> TO'I
■n your Iroubl*."
" Thank heaven I" she cro-d. .m I._.
i down and covering her fe-e wj-h her
j handkerchief. After .< moment *h<-
brri'ne calmer, an I l->Uirg ,i m- sub
a smile. Co itinuc I;
i "I fiiid II hard to nnd ost.tiid n
own mind. When I met Will rd Fleni
>ng in New York I was n>t impressed
favorably wj-b him. Hut wish his first
letter I changed my opin on. A our
, co'rosjiond n*e eontinu- d I learned to
i I ive him. fr his letters. They were
! thoe of a nnbl, true h carter I man.
j Yet whci I ciime back I was Cruelly dis
apointe I. The man | hid loved, 1 ' the
man who wrote these ).a 1 ceased to he.
j William Fleming impressed nie, as at
first as a col I trifling selfish man. 1
j did not love him; I grew to abhor him.
I would sooner have died thsn marry
him, yet I had no excuse. He has
given me one, but the mystery remain*.
Has a man two aoul* or who war it that
wrote me those letters ?"
"The man stand* be I ire you," I re
plied, in a broken voice ; I wrote those
letter*.
Then I confeened the whole miserable
deception, without apanng my own
weakness and lolly.
"If love beany excuse," I concluded,
''it ta all I have to offer. I could not hear
to hear from yon again. I Iwlieve that
you were favorably inclined to Willard
and I waa weak enough to rcixe the op
portunity of ponringout the sorrow and
pasaion that filled my heart under hi*
name* ft may he you can not pardon
me, but I am grateful that my decep
tioo did not hind yon fatally to a man
you dtallica and I dospise."
[ Wat died the varying em >ti *n>i • i■
her face in I spoke, hii'l wiiji it t'nill
of joy saw lliHt Iter 1 'fik IwcHiilit tie re
gi'Dt'*, her manner more tender.
| " I M<i'l " elm replied, after > while
1 "Unit 1 loved the writer of tho*e letter*.
1 <ld and do. It b<t been my eh efmt
sorrow to Vieliotfe my id*-al did not exi
, "It d >e*," i>he add d extending her
hand* to me with a charming smile; why
should I deny it ?"
Thus the love, whieh h*d run it*
course through mystety and nii-tukc,
found it* 'mi-ion at I >*t. Thev *> a
I Oct's until i m rroteil in hi* work*:
love theaupreni"poetry of lif , cmiv -rt*
| our *lighte*t net* into litiguiig • where
I by heart. *|>euk to heait*
The Girl that Everyone Llltcs
! She is not hmutiful—>h en ! Voltody
t link* i f calling her that. Nt one of a
1 doiTl Clin tell whether her eye. are
b'.*ck or flue. If you *i ou'd a*k them
t > 'ltscribe her, they would only *>•:
, "Shdiaju*! right," and •there it would
end. She i* a merry hearted fnn loving,
: bewitching ti.s den. without a spark of
envv or rn-tlieo io her whole composi
tion. Sh enjoy. her*"lf and wan'*
every bo Iv el*e to do tb tiim". She ha*
i always a kind word and a |l*ne int *in.le
I ir the oldest nmn ir woman : m fact
, I (itn think of nn hing*he resembles
j more than a aunbam. whieh brighten*
everything it come* in c ntect with. ,
All pay tier nrtrke I .it-cut ion, troni ru h
Mr. Watts, who lives in * mansion on
tlie lull, to negro Sam, the tveep. All
I look after her with •idmiring eve* and
av t" themselw • : "Sin* i ju*t the
right sort of a girl The young n.en
el the !mn vie woh one .mother a* to
| *h ■ skill show Iter the rno-t :iit>ntion;
| but *hc never encourage* them lieyond
being simply kind nnd jolly : so no '
I one can call her u tlirt: nn. indeed, the
' young tnen all deny such an *ertion
jk" quirk Vn* *lie. (i il* Wonderful to
j relat- like her, too; for he never dc
I' light* in hurting the r feeling*. or say
ilig spite'ul 'King* behind their b*rk
i She wo* alw.ijr* willing to join in their
little plm*. and to assist them in any
way. Thev c> to her with their lot e
affairs, nod *he -niinsge* adroitly to ee
; Williatn or Peter, *0 I drop a goo<| word
for Id* or .lennte. until their little
I difficulties Hre all patched up. and every
: thing goe# on smoothly sgain— thank*
toh'T. f>ld 'ad.c My (he is "delight
j ful." The *|y w tch—she knows how to
j mar age them. She listen* patiently to
| romplmnts of rheumatism or neuralgi*.
I and then *es with them so
• heartily that they are rnori than half
cured. Put shs cannot always tewith
'u A you tig man come* from a neigh
, lairing town, .Her a time and :narri-a
■ h**r. The villagers crowd around to
tell hint what a price he had w.,n. but
he seems to know it pretty well with
: out any te'luiy, to judge Ir ni hi* face.
So she leave, us, and it is fot long he
ore we hear from lh t pis e. *he is
j there the woman that every likes
! (Arw.'ia* Adr+rtf/.
A Mother's Control of Hor Bons
Women who have on* to rear, and
1 dread the demoralising influence of bad
associations, ought to nndersUnd the
ns'ure of young manhood It is ex
' cesivelv recti,•. It is di'turlied hv
wn ambitions, bv thirst for action, hv
longing* for e*ci'*ni*nt, by irre**tib|r
: dedre* to touch life in manifold **v*
If you, mother*, load jour son* so that
• heir home* sre associated with the re
repression of natural in*tinct*. you will
tie lur* !■> throw t hem m the society that
n *one measure csn supply til - n*o I of
their h'-att'. Tliey will not gv to the
I ut.lic lioti*r*at fir-t for love of liquor—
verv few people like the |a*te of liquor;
it.ey go f,r the arnmafed and hil.rou*
c nipaniof.ship trie* find there, whi-h
toev discover doc* o much to repre**
the diMuthing re.ilessness itj their
breasts. See to It that the>r home*
Compete with public place* in attract
ivenr.s; open your b'ltid* by dav and
i light bright fires by night; illuminate
1 your room*; hang pictures u|Kin the
wall; put book* ami papers upon your
tables; have rou-io and colerta Ping
game*, banish the demon* of 'lulliic**
and apathy that have so long tuled in
your household, and bring in mirth and
good cheer; invent occupation for your
on; simulate tbeir -nibition* in
woi thy directions; while you make home
their delight, fill them with higher
, pnrjMiie. than mere pleasure. Wheth
cr they shall pass boyhood ,nd enter
upon manhood with refined t.atee and
noble ambitions d<j>end- on you. He
lieve it poesibe that, with exertion and
right meant, a mother may hnv* more
control over the destiny of her hoy*
then any other influence whatever.--
Spirita of tkr farm.
"Fifty years ego," say* Karl Corns, at
e meeting of the Church Missionary So
ciety, if s roan had been shipwrecked
on some of the island* of the Pscific,
he would have been killed, cooked and
i oaten; if a men were ship.
I wrecked there r.ow, he would receive
Coristian hospitality,"
—Tks latest era*.--was- firsld, at flar
iran't.
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