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Mrs. Donton wondered how she dared thus to impose upon people, while a score of mesdames and half a score of Mr. Dames, gratified at somebody's version of some thing that did not happen, rolled the tit hit under and off their tongues with the gusto of gourmands. It all happened in the quiet little town of Carlton, where the people mean to he and are good and kind as the world goes, but somehow mistakes will occur, and human nature is prone to accept the wrong version of things, and then it is so pleasant to "Put horns on the heads of onr friends, Put intrigues In the heads of tholr wires.' "To think," said Mrs. Donton, "that Fanny Howard, the daughter of a convicted felon, should come here to teach our chil dren, and put on Buch airs. I never likod the girl ; I always thought there was some thing wrong about her. The brand of shame is plainly seen behind hor smiling face." Mrs. Denton's ideas of right and wrong hinged entirely upon what Mrs. Smith, Mrs. Tracy and Mrs. 'Williams might think, and that social conclave had already convoned and decided. " As for me," Baid Mrs. Smith, " I shall never speak to her again. , I shall take Benny from school at once, and I think we should ignore her entirely." Mrs. Smith was tho wife of that impor tant functionary the village justice. The counterpart of her phlegmatic husband, she was tall and angular, sharp in feature and sharp in tongue. Hor house, in the outskirts of the city, was the rendezvous of that female I had almost said feline inquest, which seems to pertain to small communities. God, iu his goodness had given her one child the aforesaid Benny, as if thereby to soften the asperities of her nature. What she might have been with out the gift, we can only conjecture. It is, therefore, impossible to estimate just what part Benny bad played in the softening process. Twelve months prior to the matters re lated, Fanny Howard had come to the vil lage of Carlton in answer to an advertise ment for a school-teacher, bringing letters and commendations which had secured for her the place sought. For one your Fanny had taught the school with much satisfac tion ; her sweet voice and gentle ways bad won the hearts of tho children, while her zeal and conscientious discharge of her duties had won the approbation of the parents. As the last quarter was drawing to a close, a stranger, staying for a night at tho inn, had seen the school-mistress on the street, and upon being informed who sho was be replied "I thought L was not mistaken ; I have seen her before ; her fa ther is in the State Prison at N " Upon all the invisible wires of social in tercourse the news flew ; the very birds of the air seemed to whisper it ; that concen trated battery of pent-up country life ex pended its force in circulating the fact. As Fanny passed inquisitive groups gather ed at the street corners, the women watch from the windows the children even, si lent and shy, seemed to avoid her. "What can all this mean?" said Fanny, her eyes filling with unshed tears, and the spectre of pain haunting her face. " Oh, that Mrs. Carlton was here 1 she would not desert me." Mrs. Carlton was the widow of the late Col. Henry Carlton, after whom the town had been named. The Carlton estate ex tended for ten miles in every direction ; its broad acres stretched to , the mountains, embracing the entire valley ; iM flocks aud herds fed upon an hundred hills. The family mansion was situated two miles from the town in the midst of charming grounds, beautifully planted and laid out. It was a plain, substantial, comfortable borne, wonderfully suggestive for hospital ity. From the flrst,Mrs. Carlton had taken to Fanny. Frequent invitations had been ex tended to pass the weekly holidays at "the Grange" as the place was callod while Harry, the only son and heir, a stout, man ly young fellow of twenty-five, helping amazingly to make the boars pass pleasant ly ; there weMwalks, and drives, aud din ners, and croquet parties under the trees, and muslo and dancing in the moonlight. Now, alas)! Mrs. Carlton and Harry were absent, and our heroine depressed by the weight of an intangible something, weari ly bore her new burden. It was the last day of the term ; on the fol lowing Monday, the first of May, was to be hold the annual pio-nio, and old country fete, revived by Col. Carlton for the peo ple, as he was wont to call them. De lightful grounds in the hills, .two miles away, had been set apart for this purposo ; there were groves of trees, plats of green sward, aud charming bits of scenery ; a mountain stream came tumbling down from tho hills in a succession of water falls, forming at their base a tiny lake, where the ferns and the flowers seemed most luxuriate, The Mayday sun broke bright and clear, as it always does in this Arcadia, tinging the mountain peaks with crimson, and fil ling the valley with yellow amber. There was an early and unwonted stir in the vil lage and farm bouses ; troops of merry chll- dren were congregated in the streets" and lanes, happy as the birds which gave them greoting. , Vehicles of all descriptions were to be seen wending their way to the grounds. Tables had been spread, booths had been constructed, a Maypole garland ed with flowers had been erected. There was to be a dinnor, poem, songs and danc ing, and some one was to be crowned ' Queen of the May.' The farmers for miles around the coun try side had come with their wives and little ones ; the parson and the deacon, the lawyer and the doctor were there ; there was Steve, the blacksmith, his face washed white for the occasion ; Briggs, the land lord of tho 'Goldon Swan,' with the pro verbial rotundity; Tony, the shoemaker, with his half dozen children out at the toes as usual ; Uncle Billy Rodgors who had crossed tho plains with Col. Carlton in MO, aud. as ho said, 'was raised in the same town and know'd all the Colonel's kinsfolk.' Uncle Billy's talk always open ed or closed with some allusion to his de parted friend. Tom Brown, the stage driver, had taken a day off to be present. With just the proper amount of dash on to the grounds, dressed in characteristic carb Mexican tombrero, immaculate shirt, red sash, high heelcd, close fitting boots drawn over his pantaloons. After a slight excess of anx iety in the proper disposition of bis team, ith the indescribable insouciant air of his calling, he lounged over to where mine host of the Golden Swan was standing, gave a scarcely perceptible nod of recognition to uncle Billy and Tony, and remarked, pat ronizingly : "I say, Briggs, what's all this yere talk about the schoolmarm? I don't see that she's to blame ; she seems to be a kind dis positioned critter, and has allers done her work well. As fur me, I'm durned if I don't think she's got good blood in her thin in the nostril, wide between the eyes, clean-limbed. You bot vour Hfo that's no mustang in hor." "Yes, Tom," said Briggs, "but you know women are women, and naturally hate each other. If they catch one of their own sex out alone, without a protector, they all go for her and this girl seems to be in that fix just now." "Oh, Tom;" with a half defined side motion of tbehead, at the same time poiut- ltg mysteriously at his pocket. As Tom would havo said, " a wink to a blind man is sufficient," and the three that is Briggs, Tom and the flask went quietly into the shadow of the trees. Uncle Billy looked querulously after the departing worthies, and said sadly to Tony, " the Colonel wouldn't a done that." The servants had erected the Carlton tent, but did not know if their mistress would return in time to be present at the festivities. During the early part of the day, Fanny sat alone, or wandered about the grounds, meeting cold looks and averted faces from some ; from others that peculiar rocog nition, so fraught with meaning. Again and again she wished herself far away, and only remained, hoping by chance to meot Mrs. Carlton. After the ceremonies had conoluded, just as she had determined to leave the grounds and go across the fields to her own home, apparently by accident she happened upon Tom Brown. The stage-drive, who bad never spoken to Fanny, touched his hat a remarkable exhibition of politeness for him and said : " I beg pardon, Miss ; I'm a plain man, aud can't say what I want to, but if you should need anybody to speak a word for you, . or to take your part, Tom Brown knows how to do it." Fanny comprehended tho blunt sincerity of tho man, and, as she thanked him, the tear which had been all the day in her eyes rolled down her cheeks. From that moment Tom was hor slave. He followed her at a respectful and unob served distance ; for her sake he would have charged and routed the whole camp. Many a high-born lady has had a less faith ful and puissant knight. The incident served to lift the load from Fanny's heart. , She wandered down by the tiny lake, and for the moment was happy. Hear at hand several children were at play, their parents and the elder ones wore elsewhere occupied. She heard a splash, a scream, and saw little Benny struggling in the water. ' Springing for ward with rare presence of mind, she leap ed upon a rock, seized the child as be was sinking, and brought him to the shoro, pacified him, and taking him by the hand, led him forward to find his mother. At a distance was a group of ladies, and among them Mrs. Smith, As Fanny approached the circle she encountered the frigid stare of Mrs. Smith, who said with mstalio voice all eyes being riveted upon the two " Bonny, come to me ; I do not wish you to associate with thieves and murderers." Not far away, with his hat over his eyes, stood the stage-driver, as if waiting the word of command J but nearer at hand was another knight, Harry Carlton, who, with his mother, bad Just arrived upon the grounds, and had been near enough to overhear the words. Stepping forward he said to Fanny, who stood pale and tremb ling : " Do not remain bete to be insulted by those people. My mother would like to speak with you." , And taking her upon hia arm he esoorted her to the tent, which had been prepared for them. One standing near at hand could have heard the words of explanation, interrupt ed by broken sobs on the part of Fanny, with kind and gentle soothings by Mrs. Carlton ; would have seen Harry start up with a naughty, unorthodox word on the end of his tongue, saying that he would find ont what all this meant, and after a short absence, would have seen htm re turning, his hands clinched, and his big, hurley frame bristling all over with indig nation ; would have heaid animated con versation for a moment in the tent, follow ed by subdued laughter. Shortly thereafter tho family carriage was ordered and Harry and Mis. Carlton, accompanied by Fanny, left the grounds. Tho month of vacation was nearly end ed ; Funny had disappeared : the Carlton mansion was closed, and occupied only by the servants. Harry and his mother, some said, were in tho city ; some said at the sea-side. Upon tho last day of the school vacation, after the arrival of the mail, an unwonted something seemed to ruffle the surface of affairs in the quiet town. Curiosity was upon tip-toe, and wonder was looking out of open eyes into open eyes. Mine plothorio host of the inn dressed as was his wont, of a summer afternoon, in shirt, pantaloons and slippers, from his seat on the table wiped the perspiration from his rubicund face, and read to his quartet of thirsty satelites, from the Yerba Buena Tribune, as follows ; " Married. At Grace Church in this city. by the Kev. Dr. Poters, Harry Carlton to Miss Fanny Howard, daughter of Major William Howard, formerly of the United States Army, now Warden at the State Prison of N ." The landlord laughed, . Tom Brown threw his favorite hat upon the floor, and jump- upon it, said : " Do you call that a mus tang?" " That gal's a Carlton anyhow," said uncle Billy, complacently, while Tony glanced wistfully at a row of decanters, and wondered if the occasion would not suggest an invitation to imbibe. A new school-mistress has been engaged at Carlton, ana in some mysterious way Tom Brown has bocomo sole proprietor of the stage line. At the last stated inquest, Mrs. Smith was heard to say, consolingly, to Mrs. Tracey : " I am so glad it was all a mis- tako ; I always liked Fanny." An Affecting Incident. The San Francisco Chronicle says : "Among the passengers by the westward-bound emigrant train which arrived last weekwas a Mrs. W. 8. Crediford, an aged lady from Alfred, Mo. Poor, feeble and alone, she left her home to cross the Continent on an emigrant train, to see her children residing in this State. Two grown daughters awaited her at San Jose, and her son had gone up the road to meot hor. Ho found ber worn out with the fatigue of the protracted journey in a comfortless eml grant car, and very weak. About 0 o olock in the evening she re clined her head on . her son's shoulder and fell asleep there. Just after the train left San Leandro, a gentleman who had got on the train at that place, noticing something peculiar in the attitude and appearance of the old lady, approached the son, and in quired, " What is the matter with that lady ?" " Hush !" replied the young man, "don't wake my mother." "No fear of that," said the gentleman, " she will never wake again in this world." He was right. Quietly leaning on the breast of ber son, the poor old lady had yielded to fatigue, and peacefully fallen into a slumber from which she passed into that deeper sleep that knows neither wak ing nor weariness. The emigrants com posed ber weary limbs to rest, and brought her body to this city for her bereaved chil dren. A Cool Robber. An example of coolness and audacity was furnished a few days since at a railroad station in New Jersey which seldom finds a parallel. The train due at seven arrived promptly and as the custom was, passen gers and employes, the express meseenger among them, wont to tea. Before going, tho latter locked the safe, containing some $13,000, and sooured the door of tho car. No sooner was this done than a burglar approached the car, from the other side, thrust his hand through a window, raised the latch, opened the door, placed a railroad tie against the side of the oar aud slid the safe, weighing two hundred and eighteen pounds, to the ground. Closing the door and replacing the tie, he dragged the safe toward a stream near by. Near the track he overcame the obstacle to progress pre sented by a high board fence by wrenching off some of the boards. Dragging the treasure a short distance farther, he broke open the box by means of a lever, and hastily examined the contents. Securing some $3,000, be made off across the fields, while the train was speeding on its way. The loss was soon discovered not so the burglar. Pumping a Darkey. Two friends of ours, who were recently traveling South, took a look at the battle field of Lookout Mountain, and seeing some darkeys near by, thought they would interrogate one of them. Calling the col ored man and brother, one asked him : " What do you call this a battle ground for?" , "Cause der wuz a fight here, sah." "Who fought?" "MassaGen'l Hookah, sah, an' I don't say deoder gemman's name, I disremem bers dat just now." "Which licked?" "Massa Gen'l Hookah, sah, of course." " What did they fight about t" " Well, sah, I don't just reckon, what flis heah tight was 'bout ; de whole fight, sah was to free de nigger, sah." ' Who owned the nigger, Hooker or the other man?" Pompoy's eyes opened till they looked like two round agates. He looked at my friend and then looked at mo ; then be looked over to his companions who were shouting and laughing at the antics of one of their number in a swing ; but he didVt reply. My friond spoke sharply : "Which owned the nigger that they fought about?" " W-w-w-whar's you bin ? Who la you, axn me dis axin' dis chile who owns dat niggah ? Wbar's you bin ?" "I've been all around here, but I didn't see any fight. When was the fight ?" " Right smart run 'o time since dat sah ; dat'e a good while ago,, boss, dat was." " What sort of a fight was it, a prize fight?" " A which, sah?" "A prizefight. Did they forma rinz and pound each other with their fists I Did they mash up the other fellow with his fists? Who got the first knock down ?" The expression that grew on that man's face, the transformation scene that passed over that man's features, was a hotter answer to the question than his tongue could have given. First a look of curious bewilderment, then of annoyance, then of pity, contempt, and utter disgust succes sively, till he turned silently and walked back to the party, seeming to wonder which was the greater fool he or we. What Hannah Says. Mrs. Hannah Woods' husband warned people not to trust his wife, she having left hia bed, etc. To this Hannah ropVed as follows : "First, as to the bed, we had none ex cept the one my father gave me, and up on which I have allowed him to lodge bis poor, drunken, worthless carcass already quite too long ; and as to board, he was not furnished enough for the last two years to pay for his salt. He talk of board 1 why the children have always as sisted me me in buying bread to keep his poor soul and drunken body together. Ho caution people not to trust me ! It would have been more fitting that I should have posted him ; but that would have been superfluous, as no one who knows hira would havo trusted him, or possibly we could have kept the family together longer than we did. "One thing and only one in his pub lication is true, and that is that I have left the miserable man. When by the use of whiskey, the once Milton Wood transform ed himself into everything contemptible and vulgar, forgetting every pledge of earlier life forgetting his obligations to me and his children forgetting himself, and at last forgetting God, and still, not sated with havoc, he pursues me with the malevolence of a drunken fiend leavo him I did. Oh, liquor 1 now many homes hast thou made desolate? How many broken-hearted wives and homeless chil dren hast thou cast upon the cold charities of an unfeeling world ? Oh, thou mighty transformer of intellectual man into every thing devilish 1 But I am trespassing too much upon your space, and will close, wishing Mr, Wood all the health, happi ness and comfort he can ever expect to flow from his drunken carcass." If Milton Wood is not now extinguished he certainly has given to the world what was the matter with Hannah. For a scathing and eloquent exposition of the sufferings of a drunkard's wife Hannah Jane's advertisement oannot well be paral lelled. Anecdote of Washington. General Washington was a pattern of punctuality. When he -engaged to meet Congress at noon, he never failed to be at the door of the hall just as the clock was striking twelve. He always dined at four o'clock ; and if the guosts whom he had invited were not present, the dinner went on precisely at the appointed hour, with out awaiting for them. Washington would make no apology, but simply re marked, "Gentlemen, we are punctual here." When those people irot another invitation to dine with tho President, they would be sure to be in time. A poison had a pair of beautiful horses to sell, which the President wanted to buy.' Five o'clock in the morning of a certain day was fixed as the time for Washington to see them ; but the horses were not brought till ft quarter past five, when the owner was told that the President had been there at the appointed hour, but bad gone away. The man thus lost a good ohanee of selling his horses by his delay of one quarter of an hour,
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