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Oli the drum I '.Pliers i soma Intonation In the grans Monotony of utterance that strikes the spirit (lll.'lll), At wo lnAr Through the clear And uncloudod atmosphere, Tli rumbling palpitations roll In upon the earl And tho guost Of tlie breast That thy rolling robs of rest ' I a j.Rt.riotio spirit as a Continental dressed j And ho loonm From the glooms Of a contury of tombs, And tho Mixid he spilled at Loiingtnn In hing beauty blooms. ; And Ida eyes Wear the guise Of a nature pure and wiso; Aud the love of thorn ia lifted to a something lu the aides That is bright, Ited and white, With a blur of starry light A it laughs lu silken ripples to the breeze day aud night. There are deep Hushes creep O'er the pulses as they leap, -And tho murmur, fainter growing, on the aileuce falls asleep; While the prayer Hitting there Wills the sea and earth and ahf As a heritage to freedom's son and daughters everywhere. ' Thon with sound As profound As the thundering resound, Como thy wild reverberations la a throe that ' shakes the ground. And a cry, Flung on high , Like the flag it flutters by, Wings rapturously upward till it nestles In the. ky. Jamet W. Hiley. NORMAN LAMAR'b BOARDERS. He stood rubbing bis bands before the huge log in the open chimney, with its breastwork of wooden mantelpiece. The morning was cold; the hoarfrost lay in rare fretted work all over the r.' vRTUt the breath of the cattle M.'H-luelsuKike as it met the atmosphere. The man beforJ the fire stood six feet in his stockings ; his physique was superb ; his shapely head viw covered with little crisp rings of yellow hair, and his blue eyes wore just such a mild meditative expression as one sees in the eyes of the gentler cattle. We grow like onr com panions, and they had been his many Tears, lie was rubbing his hands, no because they were cold, for they were as white and warm and supple as a babe's. The act was simply an expres sion of the pleasure he felt in the glow from the great back log. The room was rude and homely, but spacious, and not licking in comfort. Standing in one of the casements was a young lady, evidently accustomed to far different surroundings. JThere was an air of elegance about her. She had boon looking out the window at the wide sweep of prairie and cattle ranging free. Suddenly she brought her very hand some eyes to bear, with a frank criti cism, on. the man upon the hearth, in his blue flannel pantaloons and shirt and red suspenders. Metaphorically speaking, he owned ' the cattle upon a ; thousand hills ;" in practical language, ') ho was one of the most extensive stock !, raisers in the territory in which he lived. Zaida Burdett felt in a certain nian ; nor overpowered by , the vastness of f things the vast prairies, the vast sky, aud the vastness of this man, both as I regarding his proportions and the pos sessions which he represented. He seemed to her like one of the audacious, . handsome, plundering Gaula that Miehe . let dwells on in his chapters about the world when it was new, with their blue eye3, yellow mustaches, and fair should ers decorated with golden collars. Mie felt almost sure that even the col lar was somewhere out of sight under his blue shirt. She was certain that he had swooped down on things and owned . a great deal more than rightly belonged to him. . , "lie ought to marry a large, yellow haired, fuir-skiuned Amazon, and poo , plo tho land with a progeny that would . put to tho blush the puny race one is accustomed to," she said to herself, and suddenly became aware that she also was being regarded. " 1'ardon, mademoiselle, but I was trying to make out your nationality; are you French V" he asked. "What makes you think lam," was her reply. ; A lilt le amused smile crept from under his yellow mustache. "Your speech betrayeth you. None but a Yankee answers a question with another." She laughed. " You ire right. Yet I call myself cosmopolitan. Mamma and I live all over the world. Last year we spent in London, the year before in Gemany, ami so way back since I was ten years old. I'm twenty-three now."' Her fiiiiikncss was enchanting. " Ihero is a good deal of Bohemian ism alxmt us. We always live in apart aieiu.3, so we caa locate wherever we choose. We haven't any particular ob ject iu living that ia, not any high, ex alted purpose. , We just try to liave as good a time aa the means papa left us will admit." Then blio suddenly Mushed up to her purklin;r eyes to think bhe Lad been telling family affairs to an entire stran- "I betr of you, do not think I am in the habit of doing such things," she said, hotly. Just then her mother entered. She did not look much older than her daugh ter, and they were both handsome. Mrs. Bnrdetthad not- seen her host befoie. They had been landed at his door the night previous by the stage driver, and had not learned until the coach was beyond recall that it was a private house, and not a hotel. The housekeeper had given them any thing but a gracious welcome, saying that the drivers had a habit of doing such things, and adding: " Howsumever, Norman Lamar will be right glad to see you. He likes a housefull of folks. lie don't have to do the cooking, you see." Mrs. Burdett's apology for their in trusion savored of this reception. She expressed regret that they would be obliged to tresyass until the stage re urned that evening, then formally in troduced herself and daughter. His welcome was full of simple hospitality : then they went out to breakfast. Soon after he bade them good-morning, saying it was a very busy time and he should not return until afternoon. He had only been gone a few minutes when a light wagon, drawn by two spirited grays, stopped at the door, and the young man who drove them came in to say that Norman Lamar had placed . them at the ladies' disposal for the day. That evening when their host re turned Mrs. Burdett met him at the door, thanked him for his kindness, and said that her daughter and herself were so charmed with the place they would like to remain and board for a week. Ho regarded her with his great, meditative blue eyes for a moment, then smiled. " I would be glad to have you stay for ever, if it pleased you ; but we don't know anything about board out here, and don't propose to learn." Mrs. Burdett admired his hospitality, but she looked displeased. "Then we shall be obliged to leave kt once. The stage is about due. We cannot, of course, be dependent upon an entire stranger, no matter how gener ous liis invitation." . It had been a pleasant thought to him all day that these two ladies were in his homo. That they wanted to stay gave him a keen sense of pleasure ; that such a little thing should hinder made him impatient. " I would noi touch a woman's money for a bit of homely fare, I assure' you." Ilis voice indicated his mood ; then suddenly, he broke into a free, ringing laugh. ''If you will not stay without, pay my housekeeper; but let me warn you, Mrs. Harden is a woman of the shrewdest type, and when she makes a bargain, as Shakespeare says, she Cavils on the ninth part of a hair,' so look out for her," and he touched his hat and left. Zaida had listened to the conversation, sitting just inside the window. " He is as generous as a prince I" said her mother, enthusiastically, as she entored the room. The girl laughed. " I feel somewhat as if we were Sabine women, and had been captured for good and all," she said. , "Zaida, what makes you say such dreadful things ? Terhaps we had better not stay 1" Mrs. Burdett looked disappointed. " Of course we will stay. We haven't had anything so interesting before.ever. Just think of it 1 To live under the roof of a bonanza king and board with his housekeeper I" " Of course it will not do. Tne way you put it shows it clearly," Baid her mother. , " How silly you are, mamma 1 Come!" and the girl started to leave the room. " Where are you going 7" demanded her mother. " Why, to the kitchen, of course, to conclude our bargain with our land lady 1" gayly. - . ' "Did I ever see so perverse a girl!" remarked her mother; nevertheless she linked her arm in her daughter's, and they went out to the kitchen like two school-friends. Mrs. Harden was over the fire, stew ing potatoes in milk. She looked hot and flustered. She flew about to get them chairs, and seemed very uncom fortable and put-to by their coming. Mrs. Burdett hastened to explain tho object of their intrusion. The housekeeper stirred the potatoes and shifted the pan as if she would never stop. At length she said, with a gaup, as if all out of breath: " That's like him, for all the world ! I suppose it'll look awful mean in me to take any board, but if you won't stay without, and you want to stay real bad, w hat's a body to do ? " Mrs. Burdett assured her that it was the only way in which tho difficulty could be adjusted. She seemed re lieved, though not a whit more com Iosed then made her bargain in as shrewd a manner as Norman Lamar had foretold. When it was concluded she said, apologetically: "You see, I'm obliged to appear close, because I've got a poor, weakly family dependent on me. They live over yonder. Norman Lamar cave me the house," indicating the direction by throwing her thumb over . her shoulder, so as not to lose sight of the potatoes, "What's the mutter with them?" asked Zaida, with more curiosity than sympathy in the sparkle of her face. " Oh, they're always sick. What with the plague of their living, and the fear of their dying, I haven't a minute's peace of my life." " Oh, well, there are poople worse oft than you," said Mrs. Burdett, in a con soling tone. " Yes, that's the only comfortin' thought I've got. If I hadn't that to keep my spirits up I'd clean give out." They spent that evening in the sitting-room, before the great chimney with its blazing log. The ladies were embroidering. As they sat at their work, to Norman Lamar, who for many years had been unaccustomed to seeing women thus employed, they seemed more than human. It seemed as if the room would be beautiful forever for their having once graced it. He spent most of the time standing upon the hearth, with his elbow resting upon the high wooden mantelshelf. There was an unusual degree of strength and power in his presence" He looked as is he could never be weary. The second day was spent very much like the first. At evening, when their host came home, he found mother and daughter waiting for him on the piazza. It was a new experiment, and he was so pleased that he could not hide the act. " Why on earth don't he find his Amazon, and stop living alone?" thought Zaida, and held out her hand with a cordiality that was enchanting. He had to go to the sheds to Bee one of the creatures that had been injured in the branding Mrs. Burdett asked to go with him, as the sheds were at no great distance. She only remained a short time, and Zaida, seeing her re turning alone, went to meet her, walk ing with what, for her, were gigantic strides, and swaying from right to left in a remarkable manner. " What on earth are you doing ?" de manded her mother, whom they were within speaking distance. " Walking like the king, to bo sure. Did I look bike a guy ?" JUrs. iiurdett did not even Bmile. "How can you be so undiomified? Perhaps, too, he saw you." zaida had a cool way of ignoring re proof, bo she straightened herself to her full height, and Baid, as naturally as if nothing had occured: "Mamma, what is the matter with the creature, as he called it?" Mrs. Burdett was easily diverted; she began to give a graphio account, when the girl suddenly stopped her, saying she would go and see for herself. The sheds were extensive . and she wandered about in them some time be fore the sound of voices guided her to the right one. Norman Lamar and one of his men were dressing the wound of a young heifer. The animal's large, soft eyes were turned up to the tender. pitying eyes of its master. Zaida stood a few moments unobserv ed; then stole quietly away. ' " And that is ownership," she said, dashing some quick tears off her cheeks; then added: " Yet the poor dumb crea ture seems to love him." She was subdued and thoughtful all during tea-time; bo too was Norman La mar. That evening it was moonlight, and he invited them to ride. " He treats us aa if we were guests. and sot a couple of interlopers with your permission, mamma, I would frankly say, a couple of impertinent interlopers," said Zaida, when they were in their room getting their wraps. " I'm afraid we had better not stay the week out," said Mrs. Burdett, looking disturbed. "Pooh! pooh! Of course we will stay. To be treated with marked con sideration by the monarch of all one surveys is delightful 1' Then, breaking off in her capricious way: " Mamma, do you suppose he ever wears a coat ?" " It would be a shame for him to spoil his figure with one," began Mrs. Bur dett; but the girl was already in the hall. Tho night was clear and frosty. The ladies were well wrapped and a trifle shivery for all; but Norman Lamar seemed perfectly comfortable, though he wore no extra garment save a yellow silk handkerchief knotted around his white throat. " There, I knew he had a golden col lar somewhere ! " thought Zaida, view ing him delightedly in the moonlight. When the ride was over, and mother and daughter were again in their room, Mrs. Burdett said, after a long, thought ful silence: " I wonder if he las not any family ? I have never heard him epeak of a rela tive." Zaida had thrown herself down upon the lounge; she looked drowsy and half- asleep; she yawned slightly as if hating to oe uistui Dea. " Why, of course not. mamma: thev have all been dead centuries ! He's a Gaul, you know I " "What on earth are you. talking about ? " demanded her mother. - Zaida aroused herself, laughing gayly. " I reckon I must have been dream ing," she said, and she had been of the master. ' " The week was soon gone, and the house lacked their bright and graceful presence. Even Mrs. Harden wished they might have staid forever, and wore a more dolorous face than ever, and was taken with spasms of shedding tears into her apron. Norman Lamar had lifted his cap in answer to the wave of Zaida's hand just as the road made a bend that took the stage from sight, and then had turned an J looked at his rude house and wide sweeping prairies and cattle ranging free. One week ago he had been con tent, lie took up his bfe, to all out ward appearances, as if nothing had oc curred, as if no one had come and gone. The only discoverable ditl'rrence lay in the fact that he ceased to spend his evenings reading by the light of the great log, as had been his habit for years, and instead spent every night outdoors, chafing when storms compelled him to remain within. " He looks miserable lonesome," was Msr. Harden's mental comment every time she served his meals. One day she brought him a dainty little handkerchief, with a faint sugges tion of perfume about it, and asked if he knew where the ladies had gone, so that she might mail it to them. He took it from her eagerly ; it had Zaida's name mark ed in one corner. , " They expect to spend their winter in London," he replied, but did not offer to return the handkercliief. She lingered as long as she could possibly find excuse to, hoping he would give it back, then returned to the kitchen, say ing, gloomily; " I wanted to keep it my self, it seemed just like her somehow ; but that's just my luck; born to dis appointment." Mrs. Burdett and her daughter had gone to London, and were settled in apartments for the winter. They had their windows full of plants, some of which were in bloom, and they had ca naries caged among them. Their apart ments were bright and cheerful, and furnished in warm colors ; they seemed suitably . situated. Mrs. Burdett was never weary of talking of Norman La mar. He seemed to have impressed her wonderfully. His fine presence, his noble bearing, and his mild, beautiful face were constant themes of delight to her. She described him so often to the rosy-cheeked little woman J,who served their meals, that one day she exclaimed: "In a million I'd know him I" " You could not fail, for you do not find one such in every million," had been the reply. Zaida never mentioned him. She did not even appear to listen when her mother talked of him, but usually caught up her Kensington work and became intent upon it. The girl had changed. She had lost some of her old vim and fire. She read a great deal, and spent much time with her cheeks pillowed in her hands, gazing dreamily out at tho window. One day her mother said to her, a trifle sadly: I am afraid you are growing digni fied.. I never have to correct you any more." It was only when they were walking, as they did every day, that she was her old vivacious self. The crowded thor oughfares gave her new life. They seemed to have hope in them.- One day she said: " Mamma, the concealments and de velopments of a crowd are positively fasoinating. One lives in momentary expectation." They were in a rush of life at the time, and at that moment Mrs. Burdett was rudely jostled by it. " What of ? " she demanded, a trifle sharply. But the girl did not reply. She had become interested in something they were passing, and appeared to have for gotten her own remark. At length they had! been in London four months. It was February, and dis agreeable and foggy, so much so that they were obliged to remain much in doors. One afternoon mother and daughter were sitting before the grate-fire. Mrs. Burdett was embroidering; Zaida had her hands folded idly in her lap. They were unusually silent. The girl seemed entirely absent. Her mother looked perplexed. Presently she said: " What has come over you ? You used to be so merry. What are you thinking about now this minute ? " . Zaida laughed. " Why, mamma, I was thinking how completely without results our winter has been nothing to show for it but some Kensington work." In tht fall she had gayly told Norman Lamar that their lives were without Eurpose. She epoke sadly now for all er laugh. "Why, what would you have us do?" asked her mother in astonish ment. "IamBure I do not know," replied the girl, and she got up, went to the window and began picking dead leaves from the pi- -a. There seemed to be more of tL.n than usual this afternoon. Mrs. Burdett stopped her work and looked into the fire. "I had been married several years when I was as old as 'Zaida is now, she said to herself, vaguely, "Perhaps perhaps I have been selfish. I have kept her so jealously to myself. It would, perhapH, be more natural for her to marry and have a family. I I won der if the thought has ever occurred to her!" And she looked curiously over to where her daughter stood. The girl was intent 'he dead leaves; there was v' 'earned from her face Mrs. Bur&eu u eyes wenu uac. to the fire. "Certainly she has never cared for anybody, We have never known any one long enongh; and yet and yet I fell in love with Mr. Burdett the first time I saw him." Suddenly she turned and again re garded her daughter. She had never been quite the same since last fall but it could not be possible. She stopped surmising, and said, quite naturally, for she was full of tact: "Do you know, Zaida, I think it would be pleasant to return to America in the spring and make another trip to the prairies. It was bo cold when we were there beforo." ' What's the ue, mamma? We saw &11 there was of them," was the indif ferent reply. Mrs. Burdett picked up her embroi dery again. "Of course I was foolish even to think of it," she said to herself. The next day the sun shone brightly ; it was the first day they had seen it for two weeks. They went out immediately after breakfast, but Zaida soon tired, and, leaving her mother in one of the stores, started jor home. Sometimes we were so near our fate that we could call out into the unknown and get back an answer, but we do not know it. Zaida hurried on block after block, and behind her, block after block, un consciously following her, came long, swinging strides. People turned and looked after him as he passed. His su perb proportions and eccentric dress would have attracted attention in even a denser crowd. He wore a sombrero, and no coat save a dark blue broadcloth circle, one end of which was tucked under his arm and the other swung over his shoulder. By the time Zaida had reached her door, he was near enough to see the swing of her dress as she entered. It was nothing that he had ever seen her wear before, and the crowd was so' great that he had not discovered her as she walked. There was nothing to remind him of her, he had simply seen the fold of a woman's dress and thon lost it. Perhaps it was the mere fact of losing it in the very act of seeing that made him stop when he came in front of the closed door; perhaps it was because she had come into and gone frpm his life in just such wise. Perhaps it was fate! Who can tell? Several in the crowded thoroughfare half-halted, as if to see where he was going. He saw that he was being ob served. He had been looked at a great deal since he left the prairies, but he liad never been conscious of it until that moment. He rang the bell with a curious smile under his yellow mustache, and no do finite idea of what he should say when it was answered. He did it for the sake of the passers-by. Thus through the simplest and most opposite motives, we sometimes work out our destiny. ,The little Englishwoman opened the door. A moment later some one Bought admittance to Mrs. Burdett's parlor. zaicta knew the rap as the landlady s; in fact, no one else ever rapped save the washwoman. The girl was inexpressibly lonesome that morning. She was glad of the thought of seeing any one, bo Bhe hastily threw open the door. " Oh, Miss Burdett, the king has come ! I knew him the moment I saw him, before ever he opened his mouth !" exclaimed the landlady, excitedly; but Zaida was looking right over the little woman's head, up into the gentle eyes of Norman Lamar. The landlady turned and saw that he t. it ii .. . nun iouowea ner, men quite unobserved stole downstairs, taking with her the memory of Zaida's face, and saying to herself: " She loves him, and who could help ?' An hour latai. hn TvTrn. ItnivWf. quietly opened her parlor door and en- 1 1 XT T . 1 H it-teu, xnuiuiBii juainar siooir upon ner hearth just as she had loved to remem- oer nun standing upon nis own on the prairies, only with one difference, which was so great a one that, for a moment, it seemed to stop her breath. One arm rested lightly over Zaida's shoulders, and his fair, noble face bent toward her, all full of sew bright lights. A Tramp's Fate. X tramp and hie companions, camp ing out near Steubenville, Ohio, a year since, fell in with a neighboring farmer and his wife, an Englishwoman, who, discovering, that one of them was her countrymen, took them all home and gave them a ravishing meal. The hus band finally induced the Englishman to abandon his rough life and stay with them. His wife's sister, a widow, shortly after coming out from England, fell in love with the reformed tramp and at length married him. One day he re ceived a letter from England in answer to one of hia own, informing him that his father had been dead two years and left him a fortune of 10,000. He then disclosed his identity to his wife and his friends. He was the son of a super intendent of a publio library in Eng land, and having in consequence of his fast life there quarreled with his father, came to this country, where he spent among dissolute companions tho money with w hich his father supplied him un til his patience was exhausted. For five years he led a tramp's life, until he was at last provided with a home, a wife, a fortune, and, it ia to bo hoped, a re formed and sensible mind. A Stepson not a Member of the Family. A stepson is not a member of the stepfather's " family," within the mean ing of a devise by the stepfather to his "family," where the latter leaves a widow and his own child, although the stepson had lived with and been sup ported by thestejifather. -Vassat7ueM Suprin Court. Did you ever notice how things get in your way when you're in a hurry? A Boston woman told her husband that a runaway horse was going by. He jumped so quick he sprained his knee, and in his frantio haste fell over two chairs and skinned his shins, stepped on the dog, upset the table with books and a drop-light on it, ran against his wife and hurt her, and got to the window just as they were stopping tho horse two blocks awav, round the corner. Boston J'at, Mysterious Disappearance. 'Come little pot," the old birdid, In most endearing tprm, ' Yon must be early out of bed If you would catch tho worm." The smallest of the feathery herd A puny little thing Outsprang the tendor baby-bird, To grub for worms and sing. And lo 1 she found an early worm It was a monster, too She chirped: "Oh you may writhe and squirm But I will gobble you 1" That birdliiiR's chirp, the rest affirm, Was never after heard, And it's surmised it was the worm That caught the early bird. HUXOE OF THE DAT. A crying evil A cross baby. A backward spring gnirps. The scale of "good-breeding B nat ural. A poor relation Telling an anecdote badly. A fish would be real nice if it didn't drink. What word is always pronounced wrong, even by the best scholars? Wrong. Some ladies are so fond of dress that they have their meals Berved on fashion plates. Ewe, go to grass, as Mary said to her little lamb when she sent it out to got its meals. . "It's easy enough, after you get your hand in," was the reply of tho criminal with the fetters on his wrist. "When steamboat passengers talk too much to the captain he can always find relief by shouting: " Man over-bored !" Picayune. The moral of "Josh Billings'" suc cess is a very bad one for boys. It shows how much money can be made by bad spelling. . We have seen Bpring bonnets with sixteen full-blown poppies on them. The young ladies' poppies have to pay dearly for them. The young man who would scorn the idea of being a farmer is the very one who is apt to be an expert in Bowing " wild oats." Meriden Recorder. " Is that mule tame ?" asked a farmer of an American dealer iu domestio quadrupeds. "He's tame enough in iront," answered the dealer. Josh Billings says that " a good doc tor is a gentleman to whom we may pay three dollars a visit for advising us to eat less and exercise more." It is said that a long upper lip indi cates a certain degree of good nature. But the less lip, the better nature on the part of the unwilling listener. 11 Yah " flair? ftA oTinntnnrl -wTi r YiaA risen from the lowest to the highest position in her class, "I shall have a horseshoe for my symbol, as it denotes having come from the foot!" A stranger in St. Louis, thinking he recognized his coat on the back of a pe destrian, shouted: "Stop Thief!" and about thirty of the inhabitants suddenly disappeared down a side street. Child at table devours gluttonously her food. Mother, with gentle reproof " Well, what does baby say to kind nursey that brings her all these good things ?" Baby, with her mouth full "More." It has been estimated that the common fly moves its wings 330 times per second.and 19,800 times per minute. Tho calculation was m de by a bald- noauea man, one day last August New York News It runs thuswise: " There came to our cabin one morning in spring, a sweet little robin. He came there to sing, but the cat was attentive, and watched from afar till the robin, all heedless, was killed like a czar." Derrick. In the year 1880 America issued sev enty patents to women. And not one of these was an indicator to be attached to a jbedpost to show if there is a man under tho bed. And yet think how much getting down on hands and kneea such a thing would save women. Bos ton Pott. It is not pleasant to have the barber's apprentice practicing upon you, lny open your cheek with a two-inch gash, and then follow the cut with the cheery remark, " Skin's very tender, eir." It is not pleasant. We don't know what it is, but it isn't pleasant. IharUngtu llatcke-yt. Died While Laughing-. A singular and fatal accident occurred at Jackson, Miss., recently. Mr. W. Bailey, chancery clerk of Madison county, in company with Mr. T. Wharton, of Jackson, was eating dinner at a restau rant. During the meal, while engaged in friendly and sociable conversation, allusion was made to the strange and sad fate that befel the late Walter Brooks, of Vieksburg, who wus choked to death by eating an oyster. Mr. Whar ton said something further, which dis tracted Mr. Baileys attention and caused him to laugh, and, a few second after, it was noticed that the latter gen tleman appeared very sick, and was gasping for breath. Mr. Wharton and others immediately attempted to relieve him by carrying him to the door and slappiug him on the back, but without availj Physicians were sent for, but before they arrived Mr. J .itih'y wus d. 1, and it was beyond the power of incdicul skill to rovive hiin. He Lad inadvt-it- ently swallowed a piece of beef, w'i ' became lodged in his throat and c ) ' lii"i to death
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