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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.