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Bjr.auso in a day of my days to corao There waiteth a griof to bo, Bhall my hoart grow faint, and my lips be dumb, In this day that is bright for me ? Because of a subtle sense of pain, Like a pulso-beat threaded through 'The bliss of my thought, Bhall I dare refrain From delight from the pure and true f In the harvest fields shall I cease to glean Since the bloom of the spring has fled ? Shall I veil my eyes to the noonday sheen Sinoe the dow of the morn hath oped ? Kay, phantom ill with warning hand, Nay, ghost of the weary paBt; Serene as in armor of faith I stand, Ye may not hold me fast. Yonr shadows across my sun may fall, But as bright the sun shall shine; For I walk in a light ye cannot pall, The light of the King Divine. And whatever lie sends from day to day, I am sure that Ilis name is Love; And He never will let nie lose my way To my rest in His home above. MY TRIP TO NEW YORK. On one of the moist disagreeable days of last March I walked two miles to the postollYce; not that I expected anything special, but then one must go somewhere. To my surprise I found a letter, it was from my old .Bcnooi mend, Mary Ann Bromley, now Mrs. Klehard Remington, of New York. This is what she wrote: t My Dear Martha Bates f Vrr Yon know ns well as I do, that your birthday comes on the Ides of March. I like to refer to it in that way. It sounds classical. On that day you are to receive yonr legacy from your great ,nunt Perry, if you ask for it, according to instructions. It follows that you must come to New York, and being in New York, you must come to me. To confide to you a se cret: I do not find life in New Vork per fectly delectable, with a husband who is ob liviousof my existence eighteen hours out of twenty-four. But then there are compensa tions. I shall present to you Soipio Africa nuB, a prince in exile, who amuses me in tensely. Moreover, ho cooks me toothsome dinners and drives me out. Kick will toko time to look up from his briefs long enough to assure you that ho is "very glad to sea yon" which) will be the truth. Do not fail , to write me just when to expect you, that we .. may meet you the princo and myself, the priuoe will be on the box. Youj know you were always such a goo.ie, dear, but always the dearest of dears, to your frioud, i Makian 11. Remington. I read this letter sitting on the set teo behind the molasses cask in the postolfice, put it in my pocket, tied down my veil, drew on my woolen Buttons, and started homo in the teeth of the north wind in about as dazed a condition as I had ever been in my life. I could not even trust my . self to think till I hud found Nell. Nell was my next youngest sister. Tom came between us. Tom was nineteen, Nell was seventeen, and, though four years younger than I, she wa wonderfully clover, and could see daylight througli a perplexity while I was adjusting my glasses. I found Nell in the kitchen trying to make the dish-wiper describe an exact horizon- tal with the lino, behind the stove. She deliberately wiped her hands, an 1 gave the little sheet a hurried glance up and down (but in that one glance she took it all in), then handel it back with a decided nod of approval. " Patty I'd offer you my hand if I was sure of its being clean." "What womld you do, Nell, if you were in my place?" " If I were in your place, you t 'mpter! Why don't you ask me what I would not do?" " That is it, Nell, you can see your way t the end of everything before I accomplish the first steps." " Well, then your first steps lio in the direction or the postollire, with an ' acceptance of your friend's invita tion." i "Nell you know I've never been in v uisj ii win iiwuiw ah iiic"" r jitt fir Tti 1 no fsf)i-i liitiin trt imf II fii .you know that old leiraev. is it worth going after I have no idea it i3 any thing but a . few moth-eaten stuff dresses." "Patty, never mind tho legacy very likely it isn't worth the price of a new pair of shoes, but what of that ; it's the going to New York, and the visit with Marian, and the prince on tho box and " " Oh," I cried hotly, "he's a hum bug, anyway I have no faith in him, and I shall tell Marian so when 1 write her . she was always taking up with humbugs and that's why she took up with me." "Tell her what you please, only write her," said Nell, putting over the potatoes for dinner. I After dinner I wrote my letter. ' Nell insisted that I should go that very week. "It isn't but a minute now to your birthday anyway, and you want to make the most and best of your visit." " But, Nell, where i3 the money to come from?" "Never mind the money, we can manage that! Potatoes sell for $1 a . bushel now, and I heard Tom say " there were thirty bushels over in the 5 ' cellar." "But the going is only the begin ning," cried I, throwing myself into the old chintz-covered rocking chair by the south window. AVhat am 1 to do when I get there? It's all very well for you, who have seen something of folks and of places; you'e had two Viuartevtv Kciiuoling in Brown ueaden, ami you know something to in with a while 1 have digged and delved In this kitchen all my life, you know I have!" She came over to nu quickly, but I hadn't had my say yet. "It's been pinch hero, and pinch there with all of us, audtho only accomplish ment I possess of my childhood's fur nishing is old Meb's warwhoop." "I would do it then, now, if I wanted to," said Nell, smiling. "You won't I Then you shall listen." She sat down and put her arm around me. " Do you suppose, brave heart, that Tom and 1 and all the rest of us, be ginning with father and ending with lot, do you suppose that we don t know that you have kept us, body and soul? You have been mother" (she stopped a moment with a little choke), "you have been sister and councilor and friend, bread and butter, and sun shine, and life to us all, and while you have been all this, what have you done for yourself? Talk about furnishing talk about accomplishment ! Patty, you're a walking encyclopedia and you know it ! No, I won't stop. You have not lived on the top of the cars to bo sure, but you can repeat more Shakeeaspre." I put my hand over her mouth. ' What good will Shakespeare do me ? It is you who ought to go in my place, and you shall," cried I, springing up. " As if I could! Is my name Martha Bates Perry? Was I the first born, named from my great-aunt Bates, legally appointed her successor, to go to .New York on my twenty-first birth day, and receive in due form whatever there might be as you ve very well known all your life?" finished Nell, springing up and spreading out her hands. And so, as the situation seemed to be forced upon me, I couldn't do any better th:in to prepare for it. I mended my black alpaca dress and sent for a pint of ammonia to cleanse my old broad cloth cloak. I jravo Nell minute in structions about household matters how long to boil the beans for Satur day and how much salt to put in the brown bread. " Now, Dame Dueden, please don't!" said Nell, tossing the fifth pair of mended stockings into the basket " I will take good care, you may be sure, and don't you forget all about us." " Oh, Nell, as if I ever could!" " Then forget all about the baked boans and brown bread part of us, and buy yourself a nice dress and be the queen you deserve to be." I looked over at Nell. She had coiled her hair in heavy puffs on the toj) of her head and the frill around her neck was as white as snow. She had sat down where the gold from the west window touched her hair to such a bronze. No painter could ever hope to catch it, though I could well believe ho might almost wish to die for it. After dinner the day before I was to leave home, I went up into the garret, broom in hand, and dusted, inside and out, an old horso-hair trunk which had done duty through two generations of my ancestors. To cleanse it from the dust of two decades and drag it to the light of day, down a tortuous, winding pair of back stairs to my chamber was the work of an hour. 1 had folded a newspaper in the bottmi and had commenced the unique task of packing when Nell opened the door of my room. "In the name of all that's hu man, what are you doing?" "Trying to coax my six linen collars, and as many handkerchiefs to adapt themselves to the dimensions of this paper box," 1 replied, s jueezing down the cover. Nell stood a moment as if undecided what to do next, then she suddenly collapse! in the doorway, and threw her apron over her head, rocking her self ba k and forth, and sending out peal al ter peal of laughter. "When you get ready or recover yourself," I said, "perhaps you will be willing to tell me what you are laughing at." " That trunk ! horse-hair in New Yo:k ! , Why Patty, it was M at iden tical trunk that Mrs. Noalnutti before she went into the ark, aequentlas sur vived to this day 1" cetj ea " Which 1 regard as a llustra tion of the survival of i vteit," I replied, laying in a dress. " But you know I have atter one, at least I have one that di not look quite so much like a mum ..iy case as that, and to drag that trunk in here, and lay it figuratively speaking at your feet, shall be my first " I planted myself firmly against the door. " No, Nell, that trunk is yours, not mine, you picked berries for that trunk in the broiling sun, while I " " Staid at home and cooked us some thing to eat over a broiling stove. It belongs to you as much as to me and you shall take it." " No, Nell, I will not; I am a perfect goose, 1 know, but I will not be a per fect sham I will go down to New York, neither the one thing nor the other only just what I am. I will take no borrowed finery and no bor rowed trunk." "But couldn't we manage to pull out those horrid brass letters on the side?" Marian will know you when she sees you." " And I mean she shall," cried I, flaring up. " M. P. stands for Martin Perry; it also stands for Martha Perry, that's my name, and I'm not going back upon it until I do something to disgrace it. The B. in the middle needn't make any great difference that 1 can see." " Wait till you get back f rom New l York, and then tell me what you think nbout the B. in tho middle, you un worldly creature," laughed Nell, as I slammed down the cover, and she helped me fasten the old strap. "And now," said I, "one more thing remains I must rush to the woods. I must give myself one more Indian warwhoop, if I die for it." " Oh, it won't kill you, you will live all the longer t take the carving knife with you for a tomahawk and if you meet the ghost of old Meb in the forest shades, give her my compliments, and be sure and be back in time for supper it's poor economy to be absent at meal time." Nell was laughing, as she shut the doors after me, but she unconsciously used a word that sent my nerves all reasoning. " Economy," didn't I know all about its hateiul twists and turns. Wasn't I the oldest of six children and father's farm stuck like a ridge polo on the very rockiest, bleakest corner of all New England, with its sterile pasturage, its wood-lawns, its gaping corner lots and its tumble-down build ings, descended to him from his father, covered all over with mortgages at that the only thing that had stood between us and the poorhouse. Hadn't I seen my mother's pale face grow paler every year, till three years before the first day of winter, she placed in my arms the little baby for whose life she gave her own ! I accepted the trust as an older sister's portion, and henceforth life be2ame to me more than ever a duty. The only character that gave any originality to my child hood was the Indian woman Meb, who strolled into my native town without giving any account of the way she came, and who after a while disap peared mysteriously. But she taught me the war-whoop of her tribe, and I had never forgotten it. There had been times when it had been my safety-valve. That night I held Tot longer than usual lingering over the undressing. Come what might. I had always given the child her half-hour every night. It was her time; I brushed her blonde curls and sang softly to her. Before I retired father came Btumbling into my room and placed twenty dollars in my hand. I wanted to thank him, but somehow I couldn't speak words " stuck in my throat " so, these last days. " I 's'pose you won't hev to pay from the depot to IUchard Remington's house, though I should ruther pay my way in a 'spectable manner, than to be beholden to such a feller as Mary Ann Bromley describes. Mary Ann Brom ley was allers a high flier, in y opinion, an I du hope she won't get you into trouble with her flighty ways." He turned to go out, and I opened the door for him. I think I never ap preciated the sterling integrity of my father's character as I did at that minute. One thing that he had said revealed the true motives of hl3 life. He was an old man old and broken beforo his years, bowed down, with their accumulated weight; his hands were rough with toil, his manners were not formed after Chesterfield; he was not always sure of his English, but thank God, my father was an honest man. ' To pay his way" had been the rule of his life. We arrived in New York on time, I and Mrs. Noah's trunk, my best black alpaca and my made-over broadcloth cloak. All I have to say about the circumstance is, briefly, if I was not equal to the occasion, Marian lteming ton was. 1 found her as utterly unlike what I remembered of her as one woman could possibly be unlike an other, and yet there was the same warm heart behind it all! If ever mortal made crooked paths straight am! rough places plain, she did. Every thing was delightful to me but the "Prince," and toward him I did not relent. " I am surprised at you, Marian," I said, " not to see the evil in that man. If .1 kaow anything, I know he is not to be trusted." Marian only laughed. "Your judg ment is at fault, my dear. He has been with us a year, and I have never had occasion to doubt his honesty; and for his dinners, you must confess they are faultless." They certainly were. My birthday sun rose without a cloud; March was evidently making up his mind to settle down to steady, quiet work. With the old yellow paper, containing the instructions of my great-aunt Bates who, by the way, I had never seen Marian and I made our way without any trouble to the place designated. " A more anti quated spot could not be found in New York," said Marian, as she lifted the heavy brass knocker. " I wonder it has not fallen or pushed aside, ages agone." Judge of my surprise when, all pre liminaries having been arranged, I was made the recipient of a square tin box ! whatever it might contain it had no weight to speak of, there wai no jingling, no rattling, no moving from one side to another. It was as empty as air, and light as a feather. There was no key to unlock it. no word accompanying it. On our way home Marian ordered the "exile" to stop at Mr. Itemington's olllce, and there in the midst of a profound still ness, save for the squeaking of the rusty hinges as they yielded to Mr. Bemingtim's "open sesame," guiltless of wrappings or adornment of any kind, we solemnly drew forth a brown stocking bag we turned it inside and out, held it up to the light of day, opened it this way and that therj was nothing else not even as much as a ball of yarn or a skein of thrumbs. Then wo went home, Marian and I. We did not laugh much, we certainly did not cry; the whole thing seemed so like tho freak of imbedl.ty it was pitiable, but I was glad that I nor any of my family had ever built any air castles over my legacy, that we had never stopped in our busy whirl to give it a thought. When got to my room I opened my horsehair trunk, and deposited it, tin box and all, safo in the bottom. It was a thud in my room tha' awoke me. I cannot describe it by any other word. It was not a foot step it was not the t urning of a key, or the grating of a file in t he lock, or the opening of a door. It was not outside or in the wall, but right in my room. So perfectly did I possess my self, when I awoke, that I was able instantly to locate myself and my belongings. As I lay per fectly still, 1 heard a clock striking tha hour of " two" the deal hour of the night. Presently, th?re was a lit tle stir, as of the moving of cautious feet on the carpet, toward my bel. I was able then to locate the stand. My trunk stood in the corner of the rojm, near the door leading to tli3 ha'l. I had locked this door when I retired, but the intruder must have picked his way there, for the room had no other access. Whoever he wa3, he was mak ing his way straight for me. What could 1 do? 1 thought of my poor old father and Nell, and the boy of Tot asleep in her warm bed, of what I had meant to do for them all. I thought of my old home, and of the cozy corner where I used to sit and re.vd in the afternoons, of my books and their be longings. This had occupied but a second, but in it I had lived years. A little jar of the bed ! He was there, then. Marian's room was separated from mine by a double wall. If I screamed she might not hear me. Was there nothing, then, nothing? I lifted a silent prayer for help and the answer came like a flash. It was the accomplishment I re ceived from old Meb that saved me. I concentrated all my strength in one wild whoop. It was enough to wake all the sleeping Indians west of tho Mississippi. Something clicked against the bedpost and somebody rushed out of my room, hitting his feet against my trunk at the door, with more noise and less ceremony than he had observed in entering. "You have had a terrible night mare," said Marian, shivering all over, " I thought every redskin that ever lived was flourishing a tomahawk over my defenseless head I hope I've got my scalp left." " Marian, how did you get i ito my room ?" " Found the door wide open lucky that your door was not locked, tkough Hick would have burst the door to have reached you." "Is there anything under my bed?" " Dreaming yet, are you, dear?" She smiled as she stooped. The night lamp in her hand flashed over some thing on the carpet. It wa3a burglar's me. Scipio Africanus must have received an urgent call to his own country, for he was never seen thereafter in this. I suppose bethought that tin box con tained valuables; failing t J find it un der my pillow, he would have searched my trunk. " Who would have believed it of him," said Marian, the next day at dinner. April Fool's day came on Saturday, last year. If a mine of silver had opened at my feet in New York, I be lieve I should have hastened home to spend the day with the children. We used to make it a kind of high dpy. I had come on with my tin box and stocking-bag just the same, however, and after a morning of merry-making I sat down with Nell to mend stock ings. " It is strange about this bag," said Nell, tugging away at a stitch with the point of her scissors. ' What is strange about it?" " Don't you notice how it puckers in this corner ? It seems as if it was not cut evenly, or else " I was honeycombing the heel of Tom's new sock and didn't notice Nell's sudden silence till she pulled at my sleeve. " Patty!" She held a little paper in her hand. " I founi it sewed in this seam." She had spread it out and was trying to read it: " To any one who has wit and perseverance enough to find this paper, I give and bequeath " " Why, Patty! what does it mean?" " It means, my dear Nell," said I, glancing over the paper and notingtho signature, "it means that you have been left a fortune and you are going to be the queen you deserve to be, and that I am the "true April fool after all!" Springfield llepublican. Kind words produce their own image in men's souls, and a beautiful image it is. They soothe and comfort the hearer. Tliey shame him out of his unkind feelings. We have not yet began to use them in such abundance as they ought to be used, FASIHOX NOTES. White toilets are mere masses of embroidery. Small buttons are used, but speckled In colors to mat :h fabrics. Postilion backs arj tha most fre quent finish for pointed c.;nages. The empire puff won at the bottom of tho skirt has bc.n revived in Paris. Late importation of Paris dresses have larger tournures and hip draper ies. Buckles, large and small, are tho popular millinery ornaments this sea son. Box plaitings and il it puT.s appear around the buttom of m my pointed bodices. Long lace mitts arc finished with soft, full feathered out ruchings. match ing the shades in the dress or its trim mings. Embroidered nun's veiling is the craze for young ladies who want a dress that is "just too lovely for any thing." Very wide ribbons broendid with single huge roses are amour the im portations. The question is what cai be done with them. Tei-colored ginghams, checked in a darker shade and bordered with the same in a Greek pattern, are among the novelties in washing fabrics. Gathered black lace cloaks shirred and trimmed with Barcelona lace and wide satin bows are among the most distinguished .summer wraps. Draperies across the hips remain very large; back draperies do not de Bcend very low on the dress skirt, especially when there are flounces all around the skirt. All the shades of gray si a lashlon ably worn, and some very pretty gray chamberys have been made up and trimmed with white Saxony lace and clustering loop3 of graj and pink satin ribbon. The newest satesns are combinations of apricot, red raspberry, strawberry, or gray tints, plain tints with shaded roses, palm leaves or bulbous blos soms on tinted ground, matching tin plain material. New pelisses are made of mixtures of silk and wool in Indian or Persian patterns, and in oriental blending of colors. They are line I with apricot. strawberry or olive twilled silk, and 9nished with bows of wids satin rib bon. The retersham felt hat for young ladies and misses is as masculine as any worn by youths in their teens. It is of London felt, with sloping crown and slightly rolled brim, and its severe trimming is a ribbed velvet Dana ana steel buckle. Two kid bands, with buckles and straps, also trim these English walking-hats, and the binding of the brim must be ot too same Kind. Little girls' dresses of Turkey red or blue percale are male with low, square necks and short sleeves, to wear over white guimpes. Blue bows are on the red dresses and red bows are on the blue ones. There are twelve tucks down the front and back of the long waists, and embroidered rutlles c iver the skirt. Their white pinuo dnsie.s are trimmed with open guipure em broidery, and shrimp-pink bows an worn with these. t Mongolian Gabblers in New Vork. One Lung High, a Celestial gentle man of leisure, says that all the houses in Mott street inhabited by Cbiness are gambling dens except two. The proportion of Mongolian gaining re sorts in Pell street is even greater. There are two hundred professional Chinese gamblers in the city. They make their living off the simple and industrious laundrymen cround town. Two thousand dollars has been lost at their tables in one night by a single player. Most of the yellow men returning to China from New York are gamblers who have been lucky. A number of Chim se faro deal ershave gone back to the flowery land with if 4,000 apiece, the result of a single years successful banking in their special line. Mongolian laundrymen are so infatuated with games of haz ard that they have oft n lost in Mott street the savings of months and then gambled away their clothes, shoes and llat-irons. As large a sum as $250 is sometimes put up on one game, and won or lost in a moment. The largest bank in Mott street has a capital of $10,000. The smaller one ones have $300 and $100 each. An average bank has about $1,000. They play mostly "skin games." A Chinaman who last year left the earnings of several years at a gambling house in Mott street is said to have committed suicide, though the fact was never made public. When the yellow gamblers lose heavily they get excited and kno 'k each other down or draw their knlye and join in a general light. The cases of assault and battery among Chinese which come up at the Tombs police court almost invariably are gambling rows. The combatants either light in the gaming don or rush f r .nu it into the street and join b ittle th -re. By a tactic agreement neither defendant or complainant permits the char icter of the resort they were i;i to b known to the court. When t ic gnue doe: not run right the g.imbl -rs adjourn to the sidewalk and hari-kari each other there. If aw Yuik Journal. MY OWN SHALL COME. Serene I fold my hrn U an J wiit, Nor care for win 1, or tiJo, or sea, I rare no mora 'k nn;t time or fate, For lol my own s'iall cims to me. I slay my hata, I, mie delays," For what avails th'.s ea jer pace? I stand amid the eternal way s . And what is mine shall kn w my f .tee. Asleep, awake, by night or day, The fr'e kU I seek are se jlting me; No wind can drire my bark astray Nor change the tide of destiny. What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the o.imin? years, My heart shall reap where it has sown And garner up the fruit of tears. ': The planets know their own and draw, The tide turns to the sea; I stand serene midst nature's law . And know my own ihall come to me. The star3 com 9 nightly to the iky, The dews fall on the lea; Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high, Can keep my own, away from me. Veneer Ntiet. HUMOR OF THE PAT. A relic hunter A fellow endeavor ing to capture a widow. Thieves are always willing to "tak a hand" in any business. A sound education can only bo ob tained from a music m ister. Spring fashions prevail all the year round at the circus. New York Journal. A man lately married, was asked at : the club about Ids bride. "Is she pretty?'' "No," replied he,' "she Is not, but she will b3 whoa her father dies." Literary query: A new book is en titled "Short Sayings of Great Men." When are we to have the "Great Say ings of Shrt Men?' New York news. ; Nothing so strongly tests a man's veracity as to be summ med to the door to be confronted by the question: "Are you tho head of tho house r ionisers St desman. ( Careful housekeeper at breakfast: "Bridg;t, Bridget, there's a fly in the room." ' Yis, indalc, ma'am, I know" there is. It got in this morning, when me back was turned." 1 Painted saslusare said to be fash-; ionable, but on the cross-roads the weather-beaten pine-sash, with an old hat supplying the place of g'ass, may still be seen. Boston HuUetin. . It was "Darling Georgj" when a bridal couple left Omaha; it was' " Dear George" .it Chicago; at Detroit it was "George," and when they reached Niagara Falls it was "Say you !" , A calculation shows that a Dundee spinner must spin sixty milts of yarn to earn $2. Almost any country stora can produce men that will spin a longer yarn for notiing. Pittsburg Telegraph. Lightning struck a contribution plate in a Western church just as the deacon was passing it around. " This is the first time anything has struck this plate for three months," said the ueacon, thoughtfully. " Everything is as regular as clock work about my house," sii I Brown, who was showing the splendors of his new residence to some of his friends. "Yes," said Fogg, "it is tick, tick', all the time, I suppose." Boiton Tratwuipt. A five-year-old who went to school for the first time came home at noon. and said to his mother: "Mamma, I don't think th it teacher knows much." -Why not, dear?" "Why, she kept asking questions all tho time. She asked wherj the Mississippi river was." A girl, seven or eight years old, slipped down on Woodward avenue the other day. As she was picking herself up a pedestrian said : " Don't cry, sissy." "Who's going to?" she sharply "demanded, ai she rose up. 'I guess whtn a girl has got her mother's shawl on she ain't going to let anybody know she's hurt I" De troit Free Press. Two little girls met on the street the other day, and one sail to the other : "I've put all my dolls into deep mourning, and it's so becoming to them ! Come over and see them." "What did you do that for?" "Ob, we had a c'lamity Our dog got killed, and there didn't anybody care but me and them ; we've just cried our eyes out." Then the other little girl said in slow, deliberate tones : " May Wil son, ain't you lucky, though? There's always something happening you." Detroit Post. WHY SUE'S SO CIIAltMINQ. 1'oeta may sing ot houris fair, With oh, such wealth of golden hair; Buch eyes, euch lips ! such I don't care, They can't compare with Jessie 1 Painters may blend their colors bright, With ruinbow tints and soft moonlight, Hut never in their wildest flight Could they come near my Jessie. tSculptors may chisel from tha (Ijuo Ideuls that need buv breath alone To live and move, and yet not oue Could ever equal Jessie. Yon ask me why this inuiden rare Bo o-haruiiug is beyond conip f Well, her pupa'd u unlliouui , An only child my Jessie ! i HV Navy blue remains the f .'c for yachting and mountain riV 1 i I i- ay k. AltCu fc.w lurk. tiLK.'AN, Ollly
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