p— i ———— No sleeper little town than St. Anatole lies nestled amid the vine- eind bills of ~astern France, none of more smiling, gracious aspect. There is plerure q ees, too, shout its quiet sliee 3, the low arcades with roa d arches recalling Spanish occupation of Franche Comte, part of the rich dower 0f Maury of Burgundy, and bits Spanish domestic architecture remsia bere and there. Round about rise the pleasavt bills, more gentle de elivities, although designated by the pame of mountains in these parts; a Lule river runs by the town, bidiog itacif in a green valley; beyond tower the dark pine forests of the Jura; while far away stretches the Alpioe jairyland, Mout Blane, and its sister pets, flakes cf violet and amber in the for dictar ce. So dead alive this towuling of 2,000 or 3,000 souls, so unfrquenied by tourists and remote frow the highways of the world, that not u carriage awaits the'chance trav. eler who wases a halt here. Ouly a tumble-dow® omnibus, for the con- venience of business men, plies be. tween the railway station and the one inn of the place. Into this cumber. some vehicle, on a bright September day, » epped a lady whose appearance was little in keeping with such shabby surroandings. Her dress was simple eonugh tRrtainly, a noa's were hardly plajwer, yet the black gown of light gauze, the long veil that seemed part of it and the small bonnet, a mere coronet of jet on the golden hwir, buf served to heighten the wearer's’ besaty. Z£ler's ‘was lovliness of the | ber thirtieth year. most dignified kind, features, figure, | carriage, indicated the nobility ime parted ‘by high mask and elegant bringing up, as well as a ‘certzin state] natural to some women; and, in spite | of the studied sobriety of drees, evi wealth | ears | dences were there of ancestral and splendor. From Ber small hung race endthels in the quaint set- ting of the Renaissance. The brooch i that fastened her dress was a fluer de lis fashioned of pearls, evideutly an heirloom; and as she gathered vp ber | skirts to step into the omnibus, a flounce of rich lace fell over the slen- | ! der foot. | sengers, and the blue-bloused conduc- There were no other pas tor, hat in hand, stood by the door awaiting instructions, the 89 self-absorb. | ed however, was she dil gs , 2 : ~ Was ( blige 1 at ast to ask hel not notice Lis presence, ana be | destina- | tion, hily colori of one arouse i irot made reply Drive me if you pl 4 5 ase te tant parsonage, ] Ounce alarkened speed, ard she thought when the | or twice, 1% | w 14 time to.alight, her color weat and | she trembled violently and! came, drew a deep breath; but when ingeed A ! still, : | the wheels sto by a tremend ous effort she recovered self posses. son, ; Is the Pastor Anyille within? Her | voice did not tremble, but it was in a She had 8! rained Key, turned very : {a i pale, and was evidently asking her ghe had seif whether indeed courage to fulfill her errrnd, The Pastor Anville’—I am he, the reply, spoken briefly and absent ly WAS . The mipister had evidently. been | disturbed in the midst of serious cu ation, und had po: so much as | given himeelf time toi entify his in- | trader. This moch was clear a lady waited on his threshold; he felt bound to invite her within. He was a striking looking man, in middle life—that is to say, in his prime. But for the babiliments of a Protestant pastor, he must at once hive been taken for a Catholic priest. The priestly stamp was undoubtedly there—the fine features closely shav- , en, the penetrating look, the general arpect recal’d rather the disciple of Loyola than of Calvin; and could it be? the crown of the head showed un- mistakable signs of the tonsnre! He was no meanly endowed son of Adam, quite the reverse; but for all thao sn observer would single him out of a crowd by reason of intellectual rather than physical superiority. The noble brow, the commanding look marked him from others, He ought to have occupied one of the metro. politan pulpits of the’ world, Buch a man could but be a foree, moral as ‘well ap epiritzal -a migh'y lever of oe: | myself? | sionate, {reckless answer, |&ione could pain none, | the word, and | place my | moved—he Orses || { She had siipped from | buman wills and passions, a powerful ageat in the strife of good with evil. Bright sunshine filled the litile study in which the pair now stood face to fuce. The lady had raised her weil, ber fair, gold brown bair caught the suulight. The place seemed irradiated by her pensive yet sunny beauty, : Do you not recognize me now? she asked, in a voice of sweet ‘trembling, feminive appeal. Georgette de Beau- mont—oftimes your penitent in days gooe by? I forget nothing, was the bitter, perbaps ironic reply. You are one of thuse who came (0 my confessional with your girlish derelictions years 820. For a brief moment he had seemed to stagger shrinking from that ex- quisite presence; but, just as she had done a moment before, by a violent effort be now regained his sell com- posure. Offering her a seat, the pas- tor placed a chair for himself oppo site her own, then closed the door, evidently prepared for a confidence, You have trouble or perplexity —that I see, he began, smiling faintly. And youare come to me in some aware of my altered circumstances, As a friend, as a minister of the gos pel, Lam ready ww advise, perbeps able to domfort; the priest, the con. fessor, the absolver, you kuow well, have ceased to exist, I know'it, was the timid, girlish)y hesitating reply. Yet the beautiful speaker hardly be called a girl. the could | She was in| womanhood, not its | flower of opening bud, and had certainly passed | [ shouln have come to you long | ago, she eontinued, but my courage | failed me. Then she br ke off sudd courage failed her still. nly, as if A tinged her cheeks, tears glisten- | | vely | blush ed oa the long eyelashes, He leaned forward and scrutinized ber keenly, You, too, he said, Georgette de of one of the! of France, you also have forsaken the faith of your fathers? “Is Tt Beaumont. daughter most ancient houses Catholic | possible that you area Prolesiant now, like I am a Catholic still, was the pas- Bat | My apostasy I love. Oaly say | am in the world. Causcience in your keeping. Oh, he cried, in a vo was cvicently wrung the heart of this confession, implying as It did an empty woman's life, d (8 LO minds be hut heart, an unsatisfie w gry ob! leave these rude conflic of tougher texiure~—these dire prob- lems to theologians—and rest con tent yourself to be good The eel words were uttered tender ness and peither kuew. bow iL was. almost lmpassioned her chair to the { > o i side of his own and was kuoeeliog | she had years 2 1 8 & there—Kknceling to him as done many and many a time the i The head, with its coronet of golden ago in confessions fair | hair, was uplifted to his, the sweet lip® wer: on a level with hig rough hand. All shrinking all terror, all hesitency | had left her The she felt entirely now, supreme | moment was come mistress of herself, and able utter | the inmog thought of her heart. You bid me be gool and happy, she said. There is only one way, May [ tell what that way is? May [ con- fess to you as to the old days ? He smiled then, a sheltering encour. ing smile moch as if she were some bewitching child fleeing to him from chimerical terrors, To his thinking she was still the sunny, sparkling, froliesome Georgette of old, no soul, less Georgette certainly, but a world- ling from the cradle, the spoiled dar ling of a noble house, the heiress of one of the handsomest fortunes in France, rebuked by him punished by him in the ¢ mfesrional, for childish shortcomings in matter of religious daty, years ago. That smile, sad al- though it was wonderfully irradiated his dark physiognomy. It brought back to Georgette’s mind his former Lo | chide caress, encourage, {ed to play a part. i deeper feelings. ips { have done. id IF dictiveness: { look of tender pity belonged to a bygone time Pastor An- ville's friends and small congregation were only familiar with an over con- scientious, laborious and learned min. ister of the gospel. His real, his best self, was perforce concealed from the simple townsfolk. And only here and there was the fact realized that the Protestant pastor of 8t. Anawle had formerly preached crowded sudiences in one of the great churches in Paris bad seceded, in fact from Rome to Luther, By all means unburden yourself, 1 shall be glad to serve you, be said, growing more genial, yielding iu spite of himself to the witchery of her presence. Thus encouraged, still kneeling bessde him, her hands clasp ed on the arm of his chair, her up. raised face sweet and innocent as that of a 5-year-old maiden; she began her story. You thought doubtless you had a careless girl 10 deal with indays gone to by. I seemed a mere plaything to you. Very likely youeven begrudged the time spent upon we in the confess. ional, and but for my position, would have delegated the cliarge to another | It was peveras you fancied. I belied | myself, as many women do, putting | on the self that pleases the world, | | was, from the first, impressionable, | sincere, capable of better tuings, | a8 ever from | Bat he found | ’ He was still as far divining her errand. it sweet Lo ltsten to her, to be able to gaze on her, sud feel in a certain sub- tle, impersonal sense that she belong- ed to him ns of old. Hecould still | : Tuat better self I felt conscious of: | bow could I assert it ? she cried, grow- | ing more aod more eloquent on her own behalt. I was compelled to live in the world, whether 1 would or no From my cradle upward | was train. Ana my spiritual you, 100, sven you, guide, my | monitor, you did not seek to arouse I should have listen. | She confessed to you in the storm, failed him. He, 100, was flushed tear- Georgette continued, wud what a | ful shakey in cve y limb. Those lust story was that for & woman 10 utter, a | wild words, those buroing tears and priest to listen to | Father she said | kisses on his hand, broke the charm { in pity, hear, comfort advise me, I and recalled bin 10 realities, He possess everything that others of my | rose now aud for a moment ttood over sex envy-—wealth, noble rank, suitors | her with a strange expression as if he past counting, aod all these are as! were calling the blessings of nothing, even hateful to me. I love | heaven upon her fair Lead; ove who it is sinful to think of lover, dowa if in- from some ne #8 8 | deed he was shrinking mn Fhe only man who has eve my heart is he who ni r | gelie vision, that reproved his own touched has | faaltivess and mortality, Then with. charge of my soul. And he knows it, | out & word, be led her to the window. he is so far guilty too. And your | It looked upon the answer to this appeal ? she cried, pas. | garden stretchiog from the house and sionately, I resented it then. You [a little church, now flooded with seemed more cruel LO me than that! warm All was calm, awful storm, more eruel than life, but | golden, peaceful; yet Georgette gazed you could help yourself. Sister, you with a sudden, unexplained sinking of said in a strange voice a voice that | the heart. made me tremble, do not think that | you are alone in your dilema. Mauy another, and many a stronger one long parrow sunshine, Al the farther end, under | the shadow of a lofty plane tree, was | a eal table, und by it stood a patient Loo ’ Just as 1 be free from dyspepsia and rheumatism, A big city is to most young men about what a candle is to a moth—- i atiractive snd fost as fatal, They are willing 10 take their chance at success knowing that it is nine to one against them, and they are un- willing vw take their eat well, sleep well anc chavee with a+ Western farm, Knowing that it is vip® to one in their favor, A very large number of our Ger- man immigrants and a smaller pum- ber of Irishmen start for the West within twenty-four hours after resch- ing New York, of a few years they have cleared ground enough for their crops, have their houses and outbuildings, their cattle, of In the course their sense independence and a | Penny or two for a rainy day. The best thing in this country is its { follow!my counsel, has succumb to the same temptation, and dared to love where love was for. bidden. Pray for them as for your. self. 1 havelcomfort to give you, but Go back to when the world the world, and, has taught you to forget, then seek the church's consolation, not before. Yon were that woman? Asked the pastor, his voice sinking to an aghast whisper. I am telling you my own story “Hear Your answer chilled, but did not crush me. she replied. me out. I found a certain comfort in it after a time, At least then, I said to myself, I do not suffer, I do not love alone and, tell —1 return? rho could was perhaps even loved in I found conso- lation in the GaRheiess | i¥rs | pamed amb Wie France father wes foreign cour? spent Years out of aud was one prolonged whirl of and exoit But 1 ment emens. ed to you in the confessional bad your | i! i wtart pe Ren. The and he flinched under it; rebuke was a crushing one a word apology and expostalation rose to his but he reserved it till she should She aaticipaled him. [ could understand your motive, | she went on: your duly was pol fo make a woman think for herself, or 2 3 : sek 0 De Lappy aller her own wav. Brilliant as you were, experienced a» : i Ou were, you yet Jowered yoursel dealings wilh of sel porpose in your g my sex. Asa priest, as a theologian, you could hardly act otherwise. But I read your character, aithoug never read mine, ! Again be Hioched. Her we had struck home, I saw through the vail, she coutiu ued; you played women's intellects as with toys themselves you did not de But for yi could Fave played wr Ou calling, * with you tn turn. D Wel tl { ! he at cease to be a human anl hit od rove AsKe i ier ain t pri being vi Oh, hate done: t he stings of conscience I have boroe, and can bear; your reproaches uuman me utterly. gnoth her iusinuation Bhe touched his arm with a ing gestare, and made him meet and { It is not yourself I reproach, she said Remember that should hither very gently, I have made the long journey But hear out, She paused for a moment, as if to gather fresh courage and seif reliance then went on in quicker, more fervid ones, Do you remember a curious exper. ience that happened to you during a memorable storm in Paris, just ten years ago ? A horricane so fearful raged over the city that it was dan- gerous to be abroad; the rain flywe. in rivers through the streets, many people were injured by falliog tiles, and the lightening flashes seemed as if every moment they would fire the place. Your vast church was empty, but you were at your post, when a woman dressed in black and closely veiled stole up to the confessional and knelt to you. Again a light as of sudden convic- tion seemed to break upon his mind, but this time of no impersonal nature; it was a conviction that had to do wit’; him as well as with her. He flushed, turned palo, made an effort for such a purpose ? me [tune will be 10 you. to speak, but failed, the words stayed "on his faltering lips, I live returned t ius IL Bia Memory | y, &0 orphan, mistress of ms when Paris a {i iy ol Cou I his bauds 10 her sii f A fave O i 1 was y I felt whea 1 Pp ed Fu time 10 my life 1 tuk of the what had L that 1 was ric Un! i lu his become un tinny to glory m 0 Hou “dalus il I do not, she sald, emphasiZiog the words with artless sincerity. I could be Y ile bh Py io sach & bomeas this, iu your | sid's But you were made fora lofiy i i position. you were born to rule. Think, then how useful my large for If, indeed, it is a better religion a higher truth that you now may be the means of persuading many. 1 bave planned it all. We will build a beautiful Protestant church in Paris; from far and wide people will flock to hear you, Ooce more you will be in your proper sphere, for I am sure you cannot be happy or quite satisfied here. This career of a country pastor is $0 narrow, Wo circumscribed, for a nature like yours, He bowed acquiescingly. Yes, it was all true. B0 wuch his face said. All that I bave is yours, she weut on; the vast fortune my futher left me, the hotel in Pars, the chateau in Touraine, these are dross to we, and all I eare for, I live for is this— The clear impassioned voice broke down; the lair head dropped; the hand she held to her heart was kissed and bedewed with tears. Throughout the latter part of the follow you i , . | iarge area of publie . faced woman evidently of the peasant | , © # Of public land, and one of | the best ¢ storiutio . ’ class, buisily ironing. Homely as » au | the best characteristics of the govern- ment is its generosity in giving this her appearavce, itywas, pevertheless, not without a certain dignity and pathos: She looked in sensd of every thing bot the matier 80 absorbed of fact, prosaic task before har. You see yonder poor good woman, the pastor said as thus from pair the watched the unconscious figure thewindow. 1 loved another, whose story you have id. Bat the ft1at ust first act i my new awakened conscience to her I had wy med w # fOr the of passion and topped forever, brought till by wome rode shock. the ne w th Afiér that journdy ww the It was $: Georgette, pais mage amid the vioes she returned whither she had come, and continued ive in the world, Again sod again suitors demanded ber band but she steadfast ly refused to. marry. ~M. EB. ia Temple Bar. - Farming as a Profession. Mr. James Parton closes an article on “Farming as a Profession for Young Men" as follows: If any young fellow should ask me, Shall I be a farmer! I should have to reply by asking him another ques- tion = Are you man enough. There are in the United States about foar million farmers, They are not all gettiog rich by any means for bonsnzas are not 10 be had for the asking, bul they are all getting a living. They are a tough-bodid, bard working aod bard-headed set of | men, and campare well in all respects with any other class in the country, It is one ot the anumailes of ou’ civilization that young wen will flock to the cities, live in a second rate boardirg- 1ouse and end a long career their interview the past r had seemed under & spell. Once or twice he wohld fin to interrupt, bai attorance Just as poor as they began it, when it is posible 10 get a good-sised farm for | about wetliag, live in the open wir, {land fur this bovest settler 10 make a If to the four million farm- ers another million could be added { from the ranks of the home on, wage | we should discover an easier CArners rolution of the labor problem and the young wen who might adopt farming as a Dew life a health, contentment and bappi~ of | profession would find in their ness which Lhe eruel competitions iy hfe will never yield. — A A—— tly Facts Worth Knowing. - Garibaldl’s Remains, ind n is uid ngs ation He required see that his body sh but burned. The wmberd of his family, is, were ady his Jr nt head on t be buried «1 of the 1 # a few of his frien ree ch a treat | From that time to this, the of the family, the Deputy N Gans baldi, has been entreatedmes nn and again | by his father's admirers to carry out the | great patriot’s ast request Menotti, | however, has always steadily resisted | hese appeals. The whole business has {20w been put into the hands of the Mi. lan Cremation Society, which is about to take degal proceedings against Menotti Ganbaldi in order to compel him to lay [aside his personal objections and comply with the direction of his father. nin in In to =i of remains Aphorisms from Afriea, Do ecooles’ spring hides the closest "mongst de rocks. wt year's hot spell cools off mighty || Light nigger too much fo' de mo'-back We mellor apple give fa'r warnin, "fo it De noise o' do wheels don’t measure do load in de wagon, Wild goose in de wheat fiel' don't go Be want help dé crap 40 plat Jwon't he' A new Iangeed sort oF Cords with fifteen ears to de stalk on de po’ broomstraw fiel’; dat it kin do raisin’ one wort o land all oar to de bil dat try to scrateh a mole out de 't got "nough edication to hurt De "SR ———— I A iin v gd
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