Mm! ' fft fill Fit A NIC MOB TIM Eli, ) A T -r-TT-rTiT--vTT-rriTrri -m a h ttt Tr -xttttitt-cit- a -rT-t-r (rn JJT ADVANCE Editor and Vroprietor. AN INDEPENDENT FAMILY NEWSPAPER. I One Dollar per Year. Vol. V. IVoav J31ooiiiflold, 3?n,., Tuesday, June 13, 1S71. TVo. 34. pit Ijtoomfolb mus. Ia Fubliahed Weekly, At New Bloomlleld, renn'a. BY. FRANK MORTIMER. 8BB8CRIFTI0N TERMS. ONE DOLLAR rElt YEAll t CO Cents for 6 Months t 40 Cents for 3 Months, THE INQTJIST. BT CHARLES MAKAT. TELL me ye winged winds, That round my pathway roam, Do you not know somo spot Where mortals weep no more 1 Some lone and pleasant dell, Some valley In the West, Where freed from toll and pain, Tho weary soul may rest J The low wind dwindled to a whisper low, And sighed for pity as It answered " No." Tell mc, thou mighty deep, Whoso billows round mo play, Enow'st thou some favored spot, Some Island far away, Where weary man may find The bliss for which he sighs Whcro sorrow never lives, And friendship never dies 1 The loud waves rolling in perpetual flow, Stopped for a while, and sighed to answer "No." And thou scrcucst meon, That, with such lovely fuce, Dost look upon the earth, Asleep In night's cmbraco ; Tell mc, In all thy round, - Hast thou not seen somo spot Where miserable man Might find a happier lot 1 Behind a cloud the moon withdrew In woe, Anil a voice, sweet, but sad, responded "No." Tell mo, my secret soul, O, tell mc, Hope and Faith, Is thero no resting place From sorrow, sin, and death ? Is there no happy spot, Where mortals may be blessed, Where grief may find a balm, And weariness a rest 1 Faith, Hope, and Lovo, best boons to mortals given, Waived their bright wings, and whispered " Yes, In Heaven." How I Found Her. CHAPTER I. MAVIFE ! It sounds odd to me yot 1 I, a bache lor of forty a bachelor "dyed intlio wool," as my acquaintances were won't to say to come forth at the eleventh hour as after a resurrection into a new and true life : a married man at last, and what is more, hap pily married I While residing In Albany it was my cus tom to make Unco or four business trips to New York in the course of the year, put ting up with a married sister who resides in Waverly riaco. On one of these occa sions, having on hand sevoral affairs of im portance, my mind was more than usually pre-occiipiod ; no light statement, as you will see, and readily believe, when I tell you that I am by habit absent-minded in the extreme, and you see what follows. The morning after my arrival I overslept, and upon descending to the broakfast-room, I found the family had concluded their morning meal, and after leaving directions relative to my comfort, had dispersed to theii several occupations. This did not surprise mo, as I was never made a stranger in sister's family, and was easily reconciled to solitudo as the per fume of steaming coffee and of a savory beefsteak greeted my olfactories, and Dinah issued from the kitchen, bearing buttered toast and hot uiuiHns. I ato, draok, and read the morning news without interrup tion, lost in comfort so extreme that when I at length looked at my watch, an ex clamation of surprise escaped me at the lateness of the hour. My mind at once revorted to business detaiUandporplozitios and I jumped up, late by half an hour In the fulfiling of an engagement. I seized roy hat a glossy beaver, which, according to custom, I had carefully polish cd before leaving my room felt for my cloves new brown kids, my other weak ne&g hurried on both gloves and overcoat in the hall, and issued forth, lighting, as I went, a lrairrant Havana which, all through breakfast, had nestled in my vest pocket. Tho cigar, of course, forbade my taking an omnibus, bo on I went at a brisk, busi- ncss-liko pace, down Broadway. It struck mo that passers-by, wore au unusual ly smiling aspect, but the weather, though cold, was fino, and perhaps, liko myself, they had enjoyed a good breakfast and wore at peace with themselves and with mankind gonorally. I reached tho place of destination to learn that Mr. L. had gone out. This information was given by one of the clorks, with an evident amuso mcnt that struck mo as both sonsoloss and uttorly uncalled for. I glanced toward his companions ; pons were Hying and all heads wore bent low, but I heard a suppressed "When will Mr. L. return?" I askod sternly. The clork am not Know : no uau waiieu some timo to meet a gentleman, and at last had given him up.". " When he comes," I said, with dignity "tell him Philip Morris called and will come again at ton to-morrow." Four heads quickly raised : four bewildor- faccs w ith eyes staring at mo ! I closed the door, not over softly, and muttered as I strode away, " A deuced pretty set of clerks Lawrence keeps ; about as much politeness as so many grinning monkeys !" Pursuing my way, I soon camo upon the skirts of a crowd that blocked tho sidewalk. Curious to ascertain what was going on, I pressed close to an oldish gentleman, very well drcssod and carrying a goldhcadcd cano who evidently was bent upon the samo objoct. His keen littlo eyes at once per ceived and scanned me. Promptly button ing up his coat and squinting at mc, ho whispered, "No you don't 1" with au audi ble chuckle. "What do you mean, sir?" I demanded, somewhat excited. My only response was the chuckle repeat ed, with au extra touch of self complacence. Exasperated beyond measure, I hastened out of the crowd lest self-control should give way. A fow blocks further on, I saw Miss Placo,an intimate friend of my sister s and an acquaintance of my own, advancing toward mo. Very naturally tho frown cleared away from my brow and a pleasant expres sion of morning greeting took its place. Wo met. I made a motion to raiso my hat. She swept hor eyes over my person with a surprised glance, and passed on without a sign of recognition. "Well 1" thought I, irritated and bo. wildored, "circumstances seem to have combined to annoy mo to-day. I will go back to tho house, write my lottors, and recover my equanimity at leisure. I won der if Miss Placo really did not know mo 1" But my thoughts soon passed to other matters; and I was feeling quite tranquil again, when I encountered a group tiiat attracted my attention. It consisted oi two ladies ami, at their feet, a littlo lamo dog. One of tho former, apparently the elder, stood scornfully erect, looking down upon the small, helpless creature evidontly suffering from recent injury, whilo the younger, and, to my mind, tho prettier by far, was bending over him, softly patting his head and murmuring all sorts of sooth, ing words. I am by nature strong in my sympathies with animals (dumb animals I mean), but I think yes, I know, dogs are my specialty ; nevertheless, I think I should have passed on had I not been directly appealed to. " Don't, Claro, make such au absurd ado over that miserable dog," I heard the elder lady say. " I am really ashamod of you ; do come along." "I will not leave hira ho re to die, or what is worse, to be hurt still more, ma you not seo that oruel man kick him, in passing ? " Oh I" she continued, appealing to mo, " won't you be so kind as to carry this poor little dog to my home for mo? It is only a short distance," she added, hesitatingly, looking up into my face, "and I shall be so much obliged to you. Much as I dread hurting him, I will take him mysolf rather than leave him here." This was too much for the elder sister, for sisters they proved to be, and she walk ed haughtily away, leaving us a tete-a-tete in the publio street. I. confess I thought this a strange proceeding inasmuch' as I was an entire stranger. Bonding over the dog I endeavored to ascertain the extent of his injuries. "I think," I said slowly " that his leg is broken." "Oh 1 1 hope not I Toor little follow 1" oxclaimed the sweet voice at my side, while the head bent lower, close to mine ; "can he not be oured with care ?" I raised my eyes to meet hers full of tears but they did not hide tho dark hazol lus tre nor the depths of womanly tenderness which shono through thorn. " I think ho will get over it in a moasuro with good nursing," I said raising tho shiv ering little creature from the ground, some what to tho detriment of my left-hand glove, which I had not removed ; " but he will bo lamo always ; at least a littlo so," I hastened to add, to brighten the sorrow ful faco at my side. It proved, as sho had stated, but a short distance to her home, which wo reached nil too soon I thought notwithstanding my questionable occupation. I would gladly havo walked milos with those expressive eyes looking up so often not at mo evidently but to note how I bore my charge and how ho stood tho journey. Upon reaching No. 14 D street sho ran up the steps, rang tho bell, and put out her hands to receive tho dog. ' Do you think I shall hurt him" sho asked anxiously; "and will ho bite?" "No," I replied laying him gently in her arms, " instinct tolls him you aro his friend ;cvon should you hurt him ho would not bito." Sho looked up to thank mc, glanced at my soiled glove with a perplexed expression hesitated, then with merely a fow earnest words of thanks, passed into tho house. I raised my hat, descended the steps, and the door closed upon the kind-hearted girl and tho littlo lamo dog. As I rc-cntcrcd my sister's house sho was in tho act of descending the stairs. She started, and gave vent to a most em phatic " Why Phil 1" then, quite ovorcomo sat down whcro sho had stood and gavo way to a fit of convulsivo laughter. I was getting angry as well as alarmed at tho extent and duration of her unaccountahlo mirth, when tho door behind me opened and closed, admitting my brother-in-law upon tho scene. I turned voxedly toward him, when lo ! ho too Btood still and staring I ' Tlicd 1 1 Phil ! that isn't you 1" and off ho went into a hearty haw 1 haw 1 that rang through tho houso. Ono after another, the events of the day came up bclore mo ; without a word 1 en tered the library and approached a full length mirror. There, my wholo form aim costuino were revealed, i or ono mo ment you could have heard a pin drop, then another burst of laughter echoed through the room. Header, I was in a coachman's livery ! I did not join them in the mirth, though I had many a hearty laugh afterward at tho flguro I cut, and at tho rcmemborance of my feco when tho truth dawned upon mo. My brother-in-law spoko first. " What docs it mean, Phil ; what in tho namo of all that's good havo you been up to 1" " llioso are questions," l replied, grave ly, "that I would liko to havo answered by somo ono better informed than myself. If any one can tell me how I got inside this infernal old coat, I wish they would havo tho kindness to do so. No wonder the clerks giggled ! No wonder a shrewd old broker took mo for a pickpocket I No wonder Gertrude Place cut mo in tho street! and uo wonder a lady asked me to carry lamo dog, and hesitated whothor or no to offer mo monoy in recompense !" And again 1 contemplated my costume, cast asido oven by coachmen, ragged and rusty, with hero and thoro a button tho sizo of dinner-plate. In short, throe degrees below respectability, evon for a coachman. The facts of tho case, as gradually envolv ed, wore these : Thomas, the owner of tho coat, had worn it on a rainy day and hung it in the kitchen to dry. Ovor-careful Dinah had transferred it to tho rack iu the lower hall, and from thence I had transfer red it to my back, not precoiving in my abscntmindedncus that I had not ascended from tho breakfast-room to the upper hall, nor questioning but what the only coat loft must bo mine. The rest of tho dress being that of a gentleman, and of a fastidious ono at that, was, of course, most ludicrous ly out af keeping. Tho whole a flair was pronounced "a Jolly mistake I" A lucky one it certainly proved, for thereby I found my wife. After partaking of lunch, and with it some fine old sherry, I wont to my room to write letters and read the papers, enclosed in a bright-colored dressing gown Inside a luxurious easy chair, my foot in ttlippors resting on the fonder before a bright hicko ry fire, writing desk on one side, a table on tho other, with cigar-stand and match-box, both full not those matchos that nover light except in the region their name and perfume suggests, but sweet-scented, relia ble ones, and tho cigars tho real imported twenty-centers. With these surroundings I could defy all tho old coats in Christen dom. Even being taken by my brother-in-law for his coachman, which at tho timo was tho last straw for tho poor camel's back, now only excited merriment. I lit a Havana, took up a paper and settled my self for an hour or two of real bachelor comfort. I glanced over tho news ; saw nothing to interest mo. The fragrant weed had a delightfully soothing effect upon my nerves and spirits, and whilo tho curling smoke floated over and around me, my pa per fell to tho floor, and I fell into a half dream and half revcrio. I went back twen ty years and forward forty, how long I lived in that cstatio half-way dreamland 1 How easily " Ike Marvel" must havo writ ten his " Hevcrics of a bachelor." Why, I could havo beaten him both in quantity and quality ; tho only difficulty would have been in making a discerning public see it in that light. I lit another cigar, liko his it would not go, and like him I persisted that it should, and when I had succeeded, it sent mo off again into tho land of imagina tion, whcro my thoughts ran fancy wild, but run which way, or what length, they would fetch up against a pair of fino hazel eyes and a lamo littlo dog. Tho morning after my misadventure I had my beard, which had been my pet and prido for eight years, shaven close. I wish ed to lose my identity for the remainder of my stay in Gotham, for I was ever hoping to meet again the sweet compassionate faco that was so indelibly fixed in my memory, and if good fortune should favor my wish, I did not care to be recognized as tho coach man. Tho metamorphoso was complete ; my friends would not believe that it was I, and I certainly did not rccognizo myself ; but as far as it concerned those hazel eyes, it availed nothing I never met with them whilo I remained iu tho city. It was rather a mild morning on the 1st of April, when, bidding my brother and sister good-by, I hurried to tho pier in time to take tho "St. John" for Albany. Tho boat was crowded, but I mado my way at onco to tho deck and secured a scat, hoping to bo ablo to read the news in peace ; but tho hum and confusion were distracting, and I found myself, involuntarily, following tho conversation of thoso about mo. That of a group of ladies near, led me to glance around in order to ascertain if they were acquaintances. But ono of them faced mo, however, and sho was a stranger, bo I re turned to my paper. Tho breeze brought their words distinctly to my car, and it was but a moment before my attention was again arrested. " What aro you looking at Clare, or rath or, what are you thinking about? You look so serious I fear you regret coming," said a rather pleasant voice iu a matronly tone. " No, I do not regret coming, aunt. I shall enjoy tho trip very much, and my vis it still more. I was only thinking how poor littlo Joo will miss mo, and how glad ho will bo to seo mo again. But they all promised ho should havo good care," sho added. " Clara is too ridiculously foolish con cerning that brokon-leggcd dog," broke in a sharp voice, that I recognized at once ; " sho knows not who ho belonged to, or anything of his origin, yet pets and fon dles him as a mother would her child. Sho actually picked hiin up in the street." " Thoro you aro mistaken, Estollo," re plied the voice that was musio to mc. " That kind coachman performed that ser vice for Joo. Ho had been run over and hurt, aunt, and left on tho pavement to dio for all any one seemed to care. I don't bo liovo tho coachman would have passed him by." " Oh 1 of course not," laughed hor sister; " she is more ridiculous about tho coach man than about tho dog, oven. I believe sho never goes out without the hoie of meeting him again." I felt the blood tingle to my cars ; most foolishly, of course, for with what motivo could a lady desire to meet a coachman un less still further to express her gratitude? " Yes," sho responded, " I should like to see hiin, if only to lot him know of littlo Joe's welfare." " But you admired the man aside front his devotion to Joo, if I mistake not," per sisted Estollo. ' " I confess I never saw a finer faco, nor eyes where benevolonce shone forth more clearly than in his. Ho impressed me as a gentleman, and it must be peculiar circum stances that could induce hira to accept so inferior a position." "And his beard?" pursued her sister, sarcastically. Was tho longest, glossiest, darkest, handsomest, that I ever saw," was tho spirited answer. " Do hear tho child 1 In lovo, I do bc- liovo, with a shabby coachman ! for all I saw was rags and rust, and kids absurdly out of place. Quito old stylo romance 1 sho never even offered him a dollar, aunt." " I thought of it, but could not do it ; it seemed as though he, would consider it an' insult." "A count in disguiso, no doubt, Clare, whom you will some timo marry." " Ood grant it may bo so 1" I ejaculated mentally, "so far as the latter part of your statement is concerned." Claro mado no reply, for at this instant an elderly gentleman approached them, and after a few words, led tho whole party to the cabin. Clare addressed him as 'undo,' so I presumed ho was tho husband of tho lady she had previously addressed as aunt. I turned as tho party passed me, and I re cognized in tho gentleman ono with whom I had occasionally transacted business, and whoso family was on intimate terms with a friend of my own. Fortuno was favoring mc. I would sc curo an introduction. CHAPTER II. " The very man I wanted to seo," was tho exclamation of my friend alluded to at tho closo of the last chapter, when, shortly after my arrival home, I presented mysolf at his office. " How'vo you been, old fel low? I was just going in search of you, having ascertained yon were expected any day. You're in luck, or others aro, I don't know which. The Lindons give a splendid party to-morrow night, and hero is a card of invitation, intrusted to mo for you." " I am not acquainted with Miss Lin don," I said, with assumed indifference, for Linden was tho namo of Clare's undo. " But you aro sufficiently known to hor father," urged Stanley, "to bo included in so grand an affair; much to their satisfac tion I guess, for the old gentleman admires you, and is by no means unwilling, his own daughter being engaged, that you should become known to his niece, in whoso hon or tho party is given. She and her sister both are visiting there. They live in New York. Tho younger is an odd little thing who cares nothing for gay amusements, but the elder is a catch, not so much in point of wealth, tliougli tuoir tatner is well on, as that she is superbly brilliant. Lindon promised to introduce her to tho finest beard in tho State. By the way, I see now what makes you look so strange I what did induce you to have that off, Morris ?" " It was a whim, I supposo ; I can't got used to its absence, though, and shall per haps cultivate another." " Well, I must be off now. You'll go to tho party, won't you, and I'll call for you?" " Yes, I'll go," I said, "that is, if you think I shall be admitted, beardless." " Oh 1 no doubt of that, for if tho queen ly Estello is disappointed in you, slio can hand you over to tho littlo one, who, to my mind, is the truer woman and tho most attractive on that account." We wore among tho first arrivals the following evening, but the brilliantly light ed rooms were soon crowded with all the beauty and fashion the city could boast. Estello Lindon was regal, and hor dress would have done honor to a Duchess, but I had beheld hor under other circumstances ; I know the disposition hidden beneath all this splendor, and I also knew of its supe rior. It is needless to say, I was not daz zled. "But whore was Claro, would she absent herself?" My heart sank like lead at tho bare possibility. Suddenly, it rose into my mouth, for among the camelias and roses in the conservatory, I beheld the friend of littlo Joe and the champion oi the shabby coachman. Her dress was very siinplo pure white J and sho wore no ornament save a spring of tiny pink and white blossoms in her hair. A fine-looking gentleman was at her side, minutely examining tho flowers and assid ulouuly attentive, I thought, to this, the fairest of thorn all. I had watched them but a moment, yot I could gladly have shaken that fellow out of his boots, or bo far into them that he would not have been visible the rest of tho evening. " Are you fond of flowers, Mr. Morris ?" asked Miss Lindon, probably noting tho direction of my gaze. "Extravagantly I" I answered, and she at once led the way to the conservatory. " My sister Clare, Mr. Morris." The hazel eyes lingered upon my face for an instant, as though vaguely perplexed, then a slight flush aroso to her check as she bowed gracefully. Concluded on second pago.
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