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Edith Grantly's Hero.
A PRETTY little dappled-gray mare
stood Impatiently pawing the ground
iu 'front of the Carlton railway station,
arching her Blender ncclc, and tossing her
long silken mano with an undcniablo air of
coquetry.
" Pretty creature that, Irvin, said a tall
sandy-complcxioned man, coming round
thecorncr of the depot, nnd pausing, with
both hands thrust nearly to tbs elbows in
his trouser's pockets, at the edge of the
narrow platform. "Reckon the squire
wouldn't sell tier, nohow."
This w as said in that iudcscribablq half
questiouitig way in which a Yankee "talks
round.", ,
" Better ask him if you want to buy, Mr.
Sandors," John Irvin answered, shortly.
; J'O come now, John, you needn't bo so
touchy ! You know he's hard pushed ; it's
up secret, if you and he do think 'tis. But
about this little filly; mubbo I thould like
to, buy her, now hey?" Aud the long
rieck and stooping shoulders were thrust so
fur forward that he looked like some huge
bird of prey, the deep-set, restless gray eyes
and hooked nose helping out the fancy.
" Well, you can't have her; she's sold al
ready," John answered, sharply. Aud then
as the sin-ill whistle of the engino gave
warning of the approaching train, he
sprang to the ground, laying his arm
caressingly over the neck of the horse,
talking to her all the time in a low assur
ing voice, which she answered in little
sniffs, and short broken whinnies.
The Bird of Prey drew In his neck,
winked iu a very satisfied way, first at
John who didn't see him and then at
the platform, and lastly at the engino,
which, curiously enough, seemed to wink
back at him with its unearthly eye of lire.
Then, plunging his hands still further in
1 his pockets, he slouched away, but not so
far but what ho could see everything that
occurred trust Rick Sanders for that I
John Irvin's attention was about equally
divided between his fiery little charge and
the passengers alighting from the newly-
arrived train. Suddenly his face lighted
.up, and at the same instant Bess gave a
low whinny of delight, and arched her
pretty neck, and, despite John's strong
hand, started for the platform.
A tall stylish figure, in some sort of pale
lustrous gray, came quickly down the steps
and put her daintily-cloved hand on the
horse's neck.
"Glad to see you back, iMiss Edith,"
said John, his face glowing with honest
delight.
' "Thank you, John," she replied, with a
bright smile. " And Bess don't you think
she knew me?" patting the face pressed
against Jior arm, and looking into the great
brown eyes, almost human in their, elo
quence of love.
" Know you, miss 1 Lor', It's my opinion
she knew you was a com in' just as well as
any of us. She Is just the knowingest hossl
It's a shame that she has got to" John
broke off abruptly, colored to the roots of
' his hair, and then made a sudden dive for
a trunk at the lower end of the platform,
which he immediately confiscated, together
with a small valise, on which was strapped
a lady's waterproof and parasol.
" These all, Miss Edith ?" he asked, with
a ludicrous show of absorption in this one
trunk1 and valise. i
. Very . evidontly the world held at this
moment no other object of thought or In
terest. Ah, John, you are a sorry dissem
bler; you overdo the matter altogether.
A faint smile, followed by an expression
of pain, flitted across Miss Edith Grantley's
face, . but she did not speak cr stir, but
stood with hor hand still resting on the
horse's neck, till John's respcotful " now,
if you please, Miss Edith," had been twice
repeated. Then, with a faint start, she
looked up, smiled her old bright smile,
and, giving him her hand, was assisted into
the pretty little phaeton.
Boss's head was turned homeward, great
ly to her delight; but as thoy whirlod round
the corner of the station, a tall figure, with
broad lank shoulders, leaned forward and
watched them watched them till they were
a mere speck in the far-away hazy dis
tance. " 'Wei, John, what is it now? Must Bess
go too?" Edith asked, adrnptly; so abrupt
ly, indeed, that poor John was, to speak
figuratively, cast upon his beam ends.
" Bess, Miss Edith ?" said the poor fel
low, floundering, and trying desperately to
right himself before she suspected his piti
able mistake- 11 1 didn't say I mean, I I
didn't think I I"
"John Irvin I" she interrupted, sharply,
a sudden Are leaping to her splendid eyes.
Well, yes, then, if you will know," he
blurted out, desperately, " I don't know
what he'll say, I'm sure. I didn't mean to
let it out." And his face grew so ludic
rously sorry, considering that it was a
manifestly jolly face, and never intended
by nature for melancholy or high tragedy
looks, that Edith smiled despite herself.
" Don't foci so badly on my account,
John," shosaid, kindly. "You know I
am used to this sort of .thing " here a
tinge of bitterness crept into hor tone
and ought not to bo surprised at any
thing. Who is going to have her, John ?"
Old Vancouver I mean Mr. Van
couver."
" That sounds better," she said, gravoly.
"1 suppose it Is the old story," an unmis
takable look of pain shadowing the proud
brilliant face. :
If you please, miss," John said, hesi-
tingly, "I don't think it is. Old Mr.
Vancouver and him has had a considerable
business first and last, and since you've
been gone he's been over to the farm two
or three times. Last Monday Mr. Grantley
told mo that Boss had to go; that Van
couver .would give three hundred dollars
for her, and it was the only thing ho could
do. Them was his exact words, miss, and
he was very sober, and his face was white
as the dead."
"That will do, John," she said, quietly.
"How is mother? Better, isn't she ?"
" Yos, she was whon I came away," he
answered, naively.
Edith felt half angry and half amused at
this apt commentary on her mother s
health. Mrs. Grantley was subject to va
pors in other words, inclined to hypochon
dria. Not that she was habitually melan
choly, only in that peculiarly variable
condition iu which a feather's weight
turned the balance. When everything
went right, when nothing , crossed her
wishes or her temper, she was overflowing
with health and spirits. She was gay light,
airy ; never, perhaps, brilliant, but very
charming and companionable. But there
was no surety of this pleasant state of
things from one moment to another. The
slightest jar of the social or domestio ma
ohinery, the faintest breath of an 'feast
wind," the slightest crossing of her will or
wishes, and lo I the fuir heavens were hung-j
in darkness, and a rain of tears descended.
Some fow were so uncharitable as to at
tribute these frequent illnesses to temper;
but how could that be when Mrs. Grantley
never got angry ? One may certainly curb
their passions, but who can help it if he is
taken suddenly and overwhelmingly ill ?
Plainly, then, Mrs. Grantley was not to
blame if she vai frequently overtaken by
sudden and unaccouutable paroxysms of
Illness, at a time, too, when she particular
ly needed strength and spirits. What if
she did almost invariably "triumph through
wcaknees," and carry her point through
tears? Is It any dispatagement to a wo
man to do these things ? a woman who
should, to be the Ideal woman, be always
sweet, and soft, and weak, and dependent ;
who may, if bIio wants anything, ask very
sweetly for it, and cry for It If she does not
get it without. . Possibly It may look child'
ish and contemptible, presented theoreti
cally, but practically it Is very popular-
very, with male writers.
The slight shadow that had rested on
Edith Grantley's face lifted as they came
in sight of Meadow Farm. The May sun
shine lay in slantwise lines across the broad
velvety lawn, where the drooping branches
of the elms bent down caressingly to the
scented sward. The great square substan
tial house, It tDu of brick painted pale
green, looked the very picture of quiet
substantial comfort. Back from the house
swept acre upon acre of level meadow-land,
a broad bright sea of emerald breaking
gainst the sombre Hue of forest beyond
Over this the afternoon sunshine hung in
golden halos, and in the long line of or
charding the robins flow in and out among
the blossoms, trying to rival their sweetness
with songs. i j
As thoy drove up the door opened, and
two lovely children bounded out with a
shout of joyous welcome. These were
Edith's twin sisters, two of the prettiest
little creatures Imaginable, with their blue
eyes, and chestnut curls, and soft creamy
complexions.
A handsome elegant looking man came
out leisurely after the children, and loaned
carelessly against a tree, while, the twins
almost smothered their sister with kisses
and caresses.
" There, Effle, there, Alice, that will do"
he interrupted, almost abruptly. " Edith,
my child !" he said, with a sudden tender
ness breaking through his easy indolent
manner, and holding out his hand.
" Dear father 1"
The two stood a full minuto with firmly-
clasped hands looking each into the other's
face. Neither of them spoke; there was
no I caress given or taken, yet it required
little skill to read the deep passionate love
which warmed and lighted their faces.
You felt instinctively that something more
than an ordinary love bound them together
something more than the common bond
between parent and child.
With a long fluttering breath ho drew
her hand through his arm, and turned to
ward the house. How wonderfully alike
they were in face, figuae and bearing I The
two fair-faced children running on in ad
vance, the sunshine bronzing their flossy
curls, looked back and smiled; but -they
did not see, and only ouo ear hoard the
low "Edith, my darling I" twice repeated
in fond proud tones, from lips that were
strangely white and tremulous.
"Why, Edie," cried a light voice, in a
tone of careless surprise, " I didn't notice
you had come I I suppose," laughing light
ly, " I was so absorbed in my toilet, Miss
ForbuBh finished my dress only half an
hour ago. . Do you think it's becoming,
Edith ? I never havo worn ruby, you
know." And with a half anxious look,
the girlish-looking woman turned slowly
bofore the long mirror, which reflected a
slight graceful figure, from which fell away
in soft white folds, a delicate, pale ruby
gauze, looking more like beautiful waves
of fleecy sunset clouds than anything made
for mortal wear. ,
" It's very charming," Edith said ; "and
you, mower, are you as won as you iookv
0 yes ! I am going to drive after tea
with the Mordaunts. . I dou't suppose it
would do to wear this," looking again at
herself In the glass.
"I think it would be rather thin mam
ma. I have been cool in my poplin."
"How well you look in those cool grays,
Edith 1 I believe you've grown positively
handsome, dear." And the ruby sleeves
full back from the soft white arms, that
were impulsively thrown about Edith's
neck in a half childish way.
'Aren't you so glad Edie has como,
mamma?" cried Eflie, enthusiastically.
my dress 1 Miss Forbush thought I bad
better have a train ; do you like it Edith ?
She said I was so petite, nave you had a
nico time ? And who have you seen any
body new ?"
" Yes, Jessie s baby," Edith answered,
laughing, and, unreasonably enough, blush
ing at the same time.
" Nonsense I You know what 1 mean,
anybody that la anything."
" I don't believe it would do for you to
Insinuate iu Jessie's presence that her baby
does not belong to that class," was the
laughing answer. ' "If, however, you
mean did I make any new friends at Jes
sie's, no. It is very quiet there, quieter
far than Carleton." '
" O, that reminds me, Dudley Sinclair
has cot back and gone to Mrs. Swift's to
board. Laura has dismissed young Kirke,
which says plainly enough that she is go
ing to strike higher. I wish, Edith'
" O, yes, I know 1" Edith interrupted,
hastily ; "but you forgot 1 am still in my
travelling dress." And turning hurriedly
she went out.
It was more than an hour afterward that
Mrs. Grantley, chancing to glance from her
chamberwlndow,saw Edith and her father
walking slowly down the grassy orchard
path, her hand on his arm, and her face
uplifted to his. She was still In" her trav
eling dress, she observed.
" Confidence I she said, in a faintly Ir
ritated tone. " I'm sure I'm glad he don't
trouble me with his embarrassment, any
way." And she closed the window with
a crash, that rang out on the quiet dew-
laden air, and roused Charles Grantley
from the half reverie into which he had
fallen. ' '
We must go to the house, Edith," he
said, starting up. ' " I have been so selllsh
that I have utterly forgotten your wear
iness. I always do that, I believe." '
"No,father lam never weary with you,"
sho said gravely. "I am glad you have
told me abont this this business ; perhaps
we can retrieve ourselves, and save it yet.
We mutt; it would be like death to leave
Meadow Farm."
She drew her breath hard and quick, as
her eye ran involuntarily down the lone
stretch of meadow to the still forest, the
sunlight tipping its thousand spires with
pale gold.
" Edith, don't you feel like cursing me
sometimes?" he asked, in a fierce abrupt
tone.:
She laid her hand on his arm and looked
up in his face, the tender lovelight in hor
eyes half veiled by the sudden mist of tears
that came into them.
" Forgive mo, he cried, in quick peni
tence. " I know just how true and brave
you are, but one couldn't blame you If you
did. I curse myself daily, and then then,
Edith, do tho samo things over again !"
Edith Grantley did not speak, but the
encouraging smile, and the light caress of
her firm cool fingers on his wrist, were
more eloquent than words.
" You'll not say anything about this to
her, Edith?" he asked, pausing on the
Bteps before the went into the houso.
" Most certainly not."
" And, Edith, you'll be careful that the
children don't hear anything?" he added,
anxiously.
"Don't you know I can keep a secret,
papa?" she asked, lightly, yet with a seri
ous face. '
"I wish all my secrets were in safe keep
ing !" ho exclaimed, involuntarily, shud
dering. ....-it
Then, with a suddenness that surprised
even Edith, used as slio was to his moods,
he threw off all look and hint of care or
troublo, and met his wile and children In
the drawing-room with even more than his
usual galety,eaBe and lightness of manner.
Edith excused herself, ' aud went up to
her chamber. A look of determination
struggled with the pained expression in
her face. Holding back the pretty em
broidered muslin drapery from tho west
window, she looked out over the long reach
of billowy upland, cleft by the silver sheen
of a narrow, indolent, white-bedded river,
circling in and out in countless eddying
curves and narrows, till it vanished out of
sight behind a clump of golden greeu wil
lows.
" If Meadow Farm is lost, I shall always
regret my visit to Cousin Jessie s shall
always associate it with that,", she said,
half under her breath. "And yet I "
pausing and coloring faintly "should
have missed seeing my ' hero.' Ah, well I
I shall never see him again, and, upon the
whole, I don't think I care. Romance is
like soap bubbles, very pretty to float in
air, but will not bear too familiar handling.
Upon the wholo, I believe I'll not mention
the accident to any one, and then no one
can have an opportunity to annoy me with
questions about it." Continued.
A Singular Case.
Recent proceedings in one of the English
courts have brought to light a singular
story, while exhibiting In an exceedingly
unpleasant view the practical effects of cer
tain English laws. In the year 1825 a law
yer's clerk, a young man of good family
and education, was tried on the charge of
stealing two watches from his employer's
office. The accused had become addicted
to drink, and from the evidence it seemed
doubtful whether be actually intended to
steal the watches, or merely pocjeoted them
in a drunken freak. Under these circum
stances he was fined one shilling only for
the unlawful possession of the property,
after which he went tq Australia. In the
year 1851 he disappeared, and after a long
time his next of kin took out letters of ad
ministration under the supposition that he
was doad, whereupon the Crown at once
claimed forfeiture on the ground that he
bad been convicted of felony, There were
two sums in dispute, one of 100,000, the
other of $3,000. The Vice-Chancellor has
declared the claim of the Crown l& the
larger siim only made out, so that the rep
resentatives of the family are permitted to
retain the $:J,000, while the Crown appro
priates the sum of ((10,000 because nearly
half a century ago the late owner of the
property was convicted of an offense which
was then considered sufficiently punished
by a flue of one shilling.
A Romantic Story.
rTlHERE is a little romance going the
I rounds about Richard Farquahar
Dingle and his wife Phoobe, and Robert
Moore and his wife Mary. The account of
the strange fortune that happened these
couple is so circumstantial that it must be
in the main true. ' All the parties wore
English and wore newly married as above
in England, before they came to the new
world to court the goddess fortune. Dick
Dingle and his wife were both blondes, and
Bob Moore and his wife browns, and both
women were beauties of their respective
type and all were young and adventurous.
The two couple didn't come over in tho
same ship, but they came about the same
time, and they did not know each other.
Dick Dingle and his pretty wife went to
Petroleum Centre, Pennsylvania, with a
capital of $10,000, which was soon sunk in
oil wells all but $400. Dick divided this
Bum with Phoebe, and which she duly re
ceived. This reconciled her to her hus
band's absence for the time, but she heard
of him no more-for some years, and sho
began to regard him as dead. The fact is
he was living a wild sort of life In South
America, and had almost forgotten his
blonde wife, though he carried her picture.
Bob Moore and his brunette wife had
also a comfortable capital when thoy ar
rived in this country, and lost some of it in
unfortunate speculations. Bob loft Mary
in Rochester, N. Y., and went to South
America full of lroldou visions. Tin nrnm.
ised to write to his wife soon, but? never
did, and was not lucky in the Argentine
country. Finally Dick Dingle and Bob
Moore met, and both were vagabonds, In a
strange country and without money or
friends. They joined their . fortunes and
told each other the story of their lives.
There was a remarkable similarity between
them. 1 Thoy both had pictures of their
wives, aud, strange to say, each wont into
raptures over the other's picture, and oared
very little for his own. In a mad freak
vagabond Dick aud vagabond Bob ex
changed tho pictures of their wives, and
some luck appeared to como to them after
wards. They were fast frionds, and accu
mulated some money, and began to behavo
themselves better. ' It was seven years
since Dick Dinglo had written to his wife,
and one day in a fit of repentance he wrote
a letter inclosing $1,000, and asking her to
join him in South Amorica as soon as pos
sible. Iu the meantime sho had removed
from Petroleum Centre to Fhiladolphia,but
tho lottor and money found hor after a long
delay.
As Dick had waited the proper time, and
heard nothing from his wife he began to
feel uneasy, and one day resolved to return
to the United States to hunt I her up. Ho
Btarted from . Panama on the English
steamer George Watts for the , . United
States on Friday, the 7th day of June last,
while his wife sailed from New York for
the Argentine republio the next day, Sat
urday, June 8. . Diok went to Potroleum
Centre, thence to Philadelphia, but could
not find bis wife or hear anything of her.
He then went to New York, resolved to
take the next packet for South America to
join Bob Moore. But something occurred
to prevent the voyage. He got on a little
bit of a spree in New York and happened
to stumble iuto a store on Broadway to
buy some trilling artiole. There behind
the counter he saw a handsome brunette
whose face looked charmingly familiar.
He was not mistaken ;, it was she, and the
picture he carried proved it. , The acquaint
ance ripened. . Mary had sought and ob
tained a divorce from Bob Moore for de
sertion, and was free and lovely and still
young. Dick Dingle told the story of his
wife s disappearance, aud the couple re
solved that sho must be dead, so those two
got marriod and are now living happily in
Brooklyn.
Phaibe Dingle plowed the deep to join
hor recreant but repentant husband, In
the Argentine, republic . She was doomed
to disappointment, but she found Bob
Moore, and Bob ; showed her the picture
which be had received from Dick Dingle
hlmsolf, but he did not tell her the whole
story. In fact it is uncertain what Bob
did say to the beautiful woman who had
come so far to find a husband and failed,
but it is quite certain that those two got
married in very short time, and now live
In good style In Cordova city, Argentine
republio. A real blonde Is quite a variety
down there, and she makes a sensation
when she rides out every evening on a
beautiful palfrey. It is, perhaps, just as
well as it has fallen- out. These two sin
gula couples are too far apart ever to In
terfere with each other's happiness, and
are much butter satisfied as thoy are than
they were. 81. Lovit Itepublican. '
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