mil fvJ -S MuYlTI WW p. F. SOHWEIER, to ooiaTmrnoi-THE tuioi-ud the htoboekeit or tee laws. Editor and Proprietor. VOL. XXXIX. MIFFLINTOWN. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. AUGUST 19. ISS5. NO. 34. JMEsCJiSET. ..UTrtf tlnince there, iT .he bowery enttaie-door, ? tl. the baliuy summer air Tiory cap n.l velvet baud Srit.g-i"'""'--' fianoug free t-thsuiB!ner-ily wt by od thoaphts would .loirly .tl her brow; ami iu ber eye, , its '.itlitamt brilliancy, fleet vi'tiq,liet litness sweet. AN"0 . irlad thev lie. -iih that "sweet peaceful lie i!kWh thelvrd of Heaveu doth bit IVtooJ H love most tenderly, . . .,..1,1 n-iiM awav the tear 'ftst ry ;ow,v tilled iier eye, ,ti wuklcrwl ceiiCy, bright and clear. totwrw rii;kle.t cl k, anil there attJ in !ft traii.iui.ny .1.. u-. !W measure -I tin i.ieiiiK unr, 8r t'.vitS floved steep lLl(kV THHMLEN. lua a jealous man. There is no use iitteaiptmg to deny it: nut to-nigiii, ;tere will 1, there can be. no one or chum I need be jealous. Lord Mac Pboo'-e certainly but Here Jtiityus throws open the draw ti room di-oraiid announces me: "Mr. I.-evor." "Oh Tievor. now uv e no, says my ejit, Uyins his hand on my slionlder. I shrink inwardly irom ms toucn, uut ..i... .t. .....i. r t..... ti... jijman. Hove ir.s dauiuer. I believe we shall ne mirieen," ne i - . a - . : l .. . . I 1 . Ms on. leni nas iaueu us ai ine lasi iomeut. But you don't mind, do you?" I protect, 1 liave Lot Uie slightest oo rt:ou. -Xo. 1 thuutiui not." says Mr. Bell- kS. with a horrid smile in anyone else Ktbis daughter's father, a disgusting . "Superstition is the last thing m young men go in for nowadays, t?" Ijsseut to this original proposition. "Somebody was saying, just before wicaoie in, that lrevor fought suy ol linei at dinner. But you say you ton's.?" From mv old nurse I imbibed many srioos sujierstitious horrors, of which lave never leen able to rid myself. ME how can I confess it to this ogre? boldly deny auy such weakness, and, my unutterable relief, he moves Il is a marvel to me how such a inon- fer ran have such a daughter as Eve je. 1 thiiik to myself her mother must 5ve been an aneel of lieauty and go d m, and probably died of horror at a gorer acquaintance with the ogre. I nstsetilliig the question entirely to bj own satisfaction, when the door jfem Th.iuch my back is turned, I new it is Evelyn. She nods, and dies kindly as she passes me. iUis:ceof that second I breathe it air of paradise. But she goes an Ho the drawing room, and I hear her jMting her guests, and laughing and aittng gaiiy. Then I see Lord Mac iWe tint iiifatuous idiot, sitting by 3a,ndstie seems positively to enjoy a weak juk?. lie is a horrid radical, ol to me they have a low, democratic lfor. What tight has he to think he ai amuse a gooddess with his teeble 1? From my inmost soul I loathe tie iurtio us fellow. loaddto mv discomfort, those old d superstitions rear their beads. Sever in my mind have I made one of iirteen. Of course there is nothing in 1W1 miself. How could there be? Xtvothe'.ess I grew more ill at ease. 2jw iio I thiiik it is n t true? Who has wprovel it? And Evelyn savs some- g which makes MacPboole laugh. can she Coiidesceud to be Mmused rJi such an empty creature Aa oy! he is leaving her side with last joke, mot likely as stale and ia tie hills. The chair next her is pty. Whv should not I ? torn the place of tormeut. I rush into other room. ilT. Trevor!" cries a voir T h-.i- called srt eet. To me it is ti'J of an owL a crow. mg not the sliirhteiit notici' BBttrin.,. ..... - w mj ay lieamong. oue kw "eotnmg. u it only flattering self Ption, or does she smile with nleas- i At this momprt I f.l nniB litrln Himerit in my mad career. vb,dear, Mr. Trevor," I hear Miss 'OneacueCIV. "VOU havknnL-wl rl.m-n "?fn. Are VOU irrou-intr h!mHV J. P ckitup and return it to her. then proceeds, so it seems to mv od lmajnratioii, to inquire minute i..e LPTtitn of every member or tore;?. ainats iuittiut squire 0f dames, and Miss For Uth beautiful and charming; wverthelesslfeel that I could, teii ala'-nty, apply tfie first ---'un luiieral pvre. . 41 Ian slit, is .,t i..i r fc";ttln tl.eaetof sitting down Pbj Evelyn! S',e n,.lv .....t i.!m re "-'"a. m10 but I her luin.l ot . . . Dlrhre scree m.? lLr;'. UIJtrve.Uy do I consign toantrS'!U,e 10 "uter darkuess.there IV, 1 ''er forever, as ut T iUS uf Uie hrible rate a wat bertKerr llcr eurtalning Lam. With r h UUUUI Ol -;,ent la.stn.ght. I Sit dS- "te ai 'i sma" tilble nd VOj ftn .,n -'"", vmiirj m Tu m' " urst page I ' 'J '"WW?" a kind. ' ' "Ul "" w uerat aiuuer. "ten pUJ,;;. I , CJ!v1'e'S,,Tou are a trump!" I say -y'1'8' sits down. . i4.Wf"iIy ,low"'" hecon- "ittta- J , '""'M the table. oS n, s JIa-l'hoole you are jeal- " W 1 mlnute W"f," ou came 'ck ip!rC;""!,u',, us laughter to -ITi .. . "r thorns under a nr.t " S'tSy relieved, "I "n- ' Lll;4llBers, we are to be .ae. tb. ?f that?" He stares at d the,, V "U Ue Stare vreU into att mere y re ft tt,iou d,)n't mean to Tfelluw'?5 8 'Ira'-itlous, Ja lncredu- say Jack? , i. . ii? ' an 1 ntetuPtous pity "iibbur.'.f11 ilymy fancies do saue man. y, "but stiU you know one does not exactly like to run counter to establish belief. " "Established beliefs!" be laughed again. "1 hare never had much sym pathy with the tender passion myself, but If it can turn a reasonable man like you into an old woman I shall abjure it altogether, i live by my wits, and I can't afford to trifle with them!" "Chalmers!" I say. angrily; "you are a Cold-blooded " "And, I think, Trevor," be returns, pointed lv, you are a trifle too not blooded !' He goes away. The next minute I hear him laughing with Miss Fortescue an l Lambert Kerr at me, I daresay. But I do not care. In the other arawingrooin I ste Evelyn still talking to MacPnoole. She is there; here am I, not thirty feet away, yet an impassible gulf divides us. It is like a horrid night mare. Then I see MacPhouIe leave her. and Chalmers, mine own familiar friend, darts from some lurking place and, with a lieudish smile of triumph in my direc tion, tak's his empty chair. Of course it may be my fevered fancy, but at this moment his face appears to me more diabolical than ever man's was befcra. 1 think of Miss Standish, and cursed the hour when I admitted my friend to share the secrets of my bosom. Is he telling of my egregious tolly? She laughs. Is he witty at my expense then? A few hours ago my greatest chum, and now I hale him with a deadly hatred at least 1 think I do. Hurriedly 1 run over iu my mini my ancestors and my relations as far as I can remember them, but I do not re collect ever to have heard of anyone of them as being insane. Evelyn is still monopolized by Chal mers, in despair 1 return to the album. This timn the fates are more propitious. Ueuing in the middle of the book I lignt on the portrait of Evalyn Bel lairs. This sweet mouth is not laughing at any other man's wit. These eyes only look straight into my own. How long I have been gazing at it I do not know, when 1 hear the sweetest voice in the world say over my shoulder: "lou are very interested m my album, Mr. Trevor what are you look ing at ' I spring to my feet, and she moves nearer to the table. Chalmers lias brought her. How wronged himt With the kindest pitying smue he meets my eye, and turns away "At my own portrait!" she exclaims, looking up to me with a smile. "Do you think," I say in a low voice. "that 1 should care to loos at any other?" he blushes and looks down. "How can 1 tell?" she murmurs. 1 am about to utter I know not what when the voice of the monster Is heard chrouzh the room, that is to say, he staud? about four feet away, and speaKS, very likely, in his ordinary voice, but to me it is a hideous phnefc. "Evelyn,'" he says. "Lady Burliston wants to near about Fidele." With one glance from her blue eyes she goes. Can she really prefer comparing notes about those wretched little dogs to talking to me? Yet she seems to be very nappy with the ancient Lady liurliston. lo my thinking "everything in its plae" Is a very good old saying, and Lady Burliston should have stayed at home in her arm chair. But if I cannot talk to Evelyn I can loot at her. Oace her eyes met mine, and then some one comes in fiont of ber and taiks to her. Fiesh and blood and broadcloth are, alas, unpenetrable. Here Jeukyn anuounces dinner, and the ogre suddenly appears before me, saying, "Trevor will you take Miss Fortescue as well as Mrs. Latimer? Lent was to have taken her in." Mrs. Latimer is my pet abomination. and the ogre's voice distinctly chuckles as hs annonuces this disagreeable fact. With feelings of angry repugnance move across the room to the simpering, unconscious Mrs. Latimer, a prattling baby of thirty. I take her and Miss Fortes :no to the dining room, and bear ing in .uind Chalmer's kind prompting, i stocr suaight to the end of the table. Vefie just standing in our places, wiica Aisn I ortesque says: "Citst relv we are wrong, Mr. Tre vor? I am not Lord Macuoole and" Jo lid ncr at my card "your card is ' Z too." Ijien 1.7: ilniers was deceiving me. uldtunot to sit near her after all! irror! to be made a fool of in this . ay. The drops stand on my brow; iuok savagely round for the traitor when it suddenly strikes me we are on the right band side of the table. Inspired with fresh hope, I say. know that we are to sit at this end; sup pose we try the other side?" And, true enough, there we find our names. I see, with a fearful joy, that Jenkyns has put my name at the top, ana leit Mrs. Latimer and Miss Forteique to sit together. Calling down blessings man merable on his powdered head, I take advantage of this arrangement. Thank heaven. I gave him a sovereign the other night, although I owed it to my tailor many times over. We are only just in time, for here Lord Macl'boole, whispering another of his odious jokes as he comes, brings iu Evelyn. She gives me a little glance, I fondly hope of pleased surprise, as she sees me next to her. We are standing, watting for grace, that vile monster says, from the other end of the table: "Mr. Trevor, we can- not allow two ladies to sit together. Will you divide them, please?" Imploringly do I gaze in that stern monster's eyes, weakly do I half reach out my baud towarl my name card as a feeble protest in self-defence, but I finally succumb to his-inexorable eye, and Miss Fortesque finds herself next to my goddess. The dean rushes through grace, but he gives me time to pour my disappoint ment it.to Evelyn's eyes, and I almost teink she is sorry too. On the strength of this my drooping spirits revive, and I awake to hear Mrs. litimer asking for the salt. I pass it hastily, and she seizes the occasion of my head's being turned toward her io say: "I suppose you have beard the latest news?" "Xo." I say, indifferently; "social? political?" "I mean Miss Bellair's engagement" "She is not engaged!" I cry. not so much contradictiug her, as daring ber to contradict me. The man opposite to me stares, re calling me to my senses, and Mm. Lati mer goes on in her most aggravating babyish manner, Oh, yes, havent you heard to Lord MacPboole. Isn't it a rather good match!" There is no speech; scarcely any breath left to me! Not U sligntcet answer do I vouchsafe to ber, but I turn at once and begin a strict watch. This, then, is the secret of his staying always ny ner side. The liend jealousv is rampant. Never have I hated a man as I hate MacPboole. But I will see for myself. Everv look, every expression uf her's will I mark. Can she love him, a wind hag. a red haired ltadical Scotchman? But no, I comfort myself, after a careful study of his hateful face; that would be impossible. Suppose the ever to be accursed mon ster has given au uuwilllng, helpless maiden to him? This is too likely. Wildly do I make plans for rescuing a captive damsel from the foul enchanter. No knight errant was so truly pledged to one's service and one mistress as I. None of them ever burned so valieutly against oppression. I meet a glance from Evelyn's eyes, whiclL. read by the light of this new idea, says: Deliver me. My heart burns liercely with scorn and rage against Duncan liufus MacPboole. And yet perhaps Mrs. Latimer was wrong afte all. Reports are always false. But still she always knows every scrap of gossip, and is generally right. At this moment he is banding Eve lyn a menu cara. My jealous ees eager ly look to see if their hands linger iu the exchange. Yes! Surely he might luve loosed the card quite half a second be fore he did. 1 scowl with lnefTetual rage. By this time the fish has gone away, and I have not spoken to M iss Fortes cue yet. Here she takes the matter into ber own hands. "I have bought anew pug," she says, "and Evelyn is coming to-morrow to see it. Of course you admire pugs?" How is it every one can read my precious secret so plainly? I have never mentioned it to auy one but Chalmers. Without the slightest hesitation or compunction do I perjure myself by de claring to her, basely and untruly, that I adore pugs, whereas there is nothing I hate so much, except, perhaps, Mac Pboole and the monster. For fully five minutes I talk to her out of pure gratitude. Then I fancy I bear MacFlioole say, "Trevor;" and be and Evelyn bth laugh. I long for the old times when a look, a tone, was provocation enough for a quarrel. Would that my foot were on the neck of the enemy! Gladly would I spring to claim my bride over the reeking bodies of the monster and MacPboole. With feverish persistence I watch every movement of Evelyn's. A flower in the front of her gown becomes loose. She takes it off and lays it on the table. Jicrnooie picks it up plays with it a mnment, appears to make one of bis sickening jokes on it, and finally sticks it in his button-bole. How I restrain myself I dontt know. I long, I burn, to punish him as he deserves. But some last remaining sparks of sanity keep me iu my place. Jealousy has always been my bane, but never, never have I suf fered the agonies I now endure. "You aren't a bit like yourself to night. Mr. Trevor," lisps Mrs Lati mer; "you have hardly spoken to me." I say something I don't know what. "I thought, uexhaps, you were think ing of some difficult case?" The youngest, the most playful kit t -u can scratch. I am a briefless barns tei! Not that there is the slightest doubts the briefs will pour in some day, only the shower has not begun yet. Having seen her little shart pierce home, the innocent, babyish thing goes on: "Arent there some stories about the old chambers you men live in?" I tell her one of the stories that made Mr. Pickwick's blood run cold, clothed in my most harrowing language, well suited to mr gloomy state of mind. Her sweet smiling, artificial face changes would change color if it could as 1 tell the story, but as I finish she says, with a little shrug: "Those ghast ly creepy stones are rather bad form. aren't they V" Evelyn and MacPboole are talking a 1 the time. V hy on earth cant he speak to the girl on the other side of bim? Doesn't the fellow know that common politeness forbids him to monopolize bis hostess? If only I could have kept my place at the end of the table! The glare of the lights, the rattle, the chatter of my overwhelming rage de spair and jealousy, make me quite sick, "I think there is going to be a thun der storm," says Miss Fortescue: "1 can see the lightning through the cur tain, and I am ashamed to say I am afraid of it," Why?" I say. moodily. "1 shouldn't care if 1 were killed, should you" I would rather live than die," she returns slowly. Evidently she thinks 1 am mad. Per haps I am. I feel like it. I am consumed with impotent rage The trammels of polite society bind me down. I may not rush away. I may not poison M tcPhoole's wme, or stab him; and either of the last two would be unmixed joy to me. But the very thought of acts so congenial brings com fort to my bloodthirsty souL I revel in gory dreams. Alas for the days when men won then brides by the shedding of blood! Those were the times to live in. What is man now but a phlegma tic animal, laborious and luxurious. according to circumstances? I am out af all patience with my tunes. Just as I reach this point there is a loud clan of thunder, followed by a vivid flash of lightning. Evelyn starts violently, and Mac Pboole lays his band on hers, with which she has clasped the edge of the table. Mad, unable to contain my jealous rage, I sprang wiiaiy rrom my cnair. How dare net It all passes In instant. Evelyn draws away her hand. Some one. 1 oeneve it is miss ronescue, touches my arm. 1 sink Into my seat, blind, choking with passion. Somehow I havent the least idea how Mrs. Latimer's glass has over turned, and tn wine is running all over her gown. Very likely it is my uoing. I have enough sense leit to oner my services, ana jenKyns rusnes to me rescue. But I have no remorse. I am giaa i have spoilt her gown. V hy should a woman ot her age wear such a babyish frock? With joy I remember having heard that port stains will not wash away. ........ "I am sorry you are so atraia or inun- der," she Bays with spiteful sweetness. Her gown is a ruin. "I am not arraiar- x say, m mj ei j modest manner. "You are very cross, though," she retorts, with as pretty a pout as she can manage. Hero r register a solemn vow never again to to one of thirteen nt dinner. I am quite aura there W no spirit aal me. "Do you mind our being thirteen?" She looks up into mr face in a charming spirit ot unnstian iorgiveneA "Do you?" "X-no. They say, dont youlnow, the first one who gets up will die within a.vear." 1 think to myself I have had enough bad luck to-ulght to cancel misfortune for many a year. "I shall not get np first," says Mrs. Latimer; "not that 1 think there Is any thing in it; but, don't you know" s-be shrugs her shoulders with an affected little laugh "Miss Bellairs will be the nrst." Mie says this slowly and looks fixedly into my face. "Good heavens!" I cry aloud, is the mere is a sudden silence. i see several people gland ing at me and whispering or shakiag their heads. The monster fixes me with his awful eye, holding a gigautic plum half way to his mouth. The dean, disturbed in his dinner, regards me with pious hor ror. Evelyn's gentle eyes are fixed on me for one moment, startled aud re proachful. Why does not the earth open and swallow me? Like the sound of trickling water in the desert, the voice of Chalmer rises, loud aud uearty addressing the man o posite to him. Every one begins to talk again, and furiously do I execrate my madness. But excitement aud rage have upset the balance of my mind. 1 lose my com mon sense, i he idea takes possession of me that this night I must give my life for Evelyn's by being the first to rise. At least the idea gradually assumes this form. t will be a elonous thing to die to save her life. Will she be sor ry? Will there be tears in her lovely eyes when she hears of it? Will she weep for me? But heroes must act, not dream. I fix ny gaze on her. At least I see ber trying to catch Lady Burliston's eye. The supreme moment has come. "No! no!" I cry wildly; "let it be me I will " I start up and she rises at the same momeut. Every eye is fixed on me in amazement. Like a dash the absurdity of my be haviour appears to me. Ashamed and confused. I rush to open the door. Mrs. Latimer passes me with a sickly, simering smile. Miss Fortescue looks straight before her. Last of all comes Evelyn. Breathlessly I fix my eyes on her. The blue eyes give one grave, reproachful look at my flushed face and then she averts her bead. Evidently she thinks I am under the influence of wine. Frantic, stung by such a suspicion, I regain my chair somehow, bavagely, bitterly, do I attack MacPboole on his politics, always a graud vent for one's temper. I dare not touch any more wine; my brain is on fire already. A t last the monster gives us the signal to go into the drawing room. Ladies! What are ladies to me? There is but one in all the world for me, and another man will sit by her. But I go slowly to the drawing moid door, and from there behold Lord MacPboole on one side of Evelyn while Chalmers stands on the other. I go to the conservatory to cool my maddened braiiu There is no light except when the lightniug flashes, aud no sound but the rumbling thunder. Did the contemptuous fates ever toy so with any man before? ..-Eneas, much tossed to and fro by land and sea on account of the undying anger of the cruel Juno, never suffered as I do. The pangs of jealousy are sharper than any darts. Suddenly the drawing room is opened aud I hear Evelyn's sweet voice sing ing. "Nought so stock isli, hard aud full of rage, but music for the time may change his nature." It calms me for a moment, but jealousy is a horrible curse, a possession. I torment myself with wondering who is turning over the leaves for her. Then they shut the door again. Once more I ponder on my wretched self, my atrocious folly, my hopeless love. Ibis gloomy train ot thought is interrupted by a voice in the little room I shrink into the shadow of a huge plant behind the door. Evelyn and Miss Fortescue come into the conservatory. "Is this the flower you meant, dear?" says Evelyn, as they come to a stand' still before a splendid Erica. "Yes," Miss Fortescue says: "do you think I may have this bit to pa:ntr" Of course, Mildred; take as much as you can possibly manage." The flowers are gathered, and then Evelyn says, looking straight into my eyes without knowing it, "What is the matter with Mr. Trevor to-night. There is a subtle something, almost imperceptible, in her voice that makes mv heart beat with a foolish joy. Poor uianl" says Mildred Fortescne, with a little laugh, and she whispers something in Evelyn's ear. I hold my breath to listen. 1 strain everv nower 1 possess, out in vain, i cannot catch a word. Evelyn stands silent, looking down for a minute: then she says in a low, soft voice: "How do you knowr" " I can see it." For some moments, during which I hardly dared venture to breathe, except once when it thunders, there is silence. and then Eveljn speaks again, this time with a sort of shy gladness, "but are you quite sure?" vuite. i'ositive. lou must nave seen it ages ago yourself, dear." "It is only sheet lightning," says Evelyn, suddenly, "let us open the door and look at it, I love lightning." I tremble. .They are coming nearer. I shrink as far back in the darkness as I may. With some difficulty they get the door open, lor it drags on we noor. l can not conceive bow it is I remain undis covered, for several times they seem to be looking at me. Then they stand od the door step tarlking softly to each other. Evelyn's arm is around the other's waist. She looks so lovely, and is so inaccessible that I cannot help but siSh- What is that sound f " says Alias Fortescue. Evvelyn assures her it is nothing but distant thunder. Comparisons are odious." Even in my unenviable state of mind I smile to hear a lover's sigh compared to thunder. But you are cold, dear," Evelyn adds; "you are shivering. And I for got you did not like the lightning, now selfish 1 am. Let us go in at once." Yes, I am very cold," Miss For tescue admits. Then they come in, and try to shut the door. "It is far worse than ever," Evelyn cries, poshing with both hands; "and It affinity between Mrs. Latimer and yet she says at this moment: has always been a nasty selT-willed thing." Pull and push as you like, sweet Eve lyn, it. will not shut, for a cunning stratagem nas come into my head. There was a cord banging down from the window above, and I have thrown it over the handle, and the end I hold in my hand, while a wicked smile adorns my face. "I think I must leave it," says Eve lyn, prettily panting. My heart sinks All my subtle planning in vain! And my bands are smarting horribly with in at vue cord. "But the night air will kill the flow ers," says Miss Fortescue, with a shiver; "it is gradually shriveling me up." ueaven mess neri May she never shrivel! "So it will," says Evelyn, "but you are so cold, dear. Go in and I will try once, more, for 1 hate giving things up, ana men 1 win come," I almost chuckle. Evelyn pulls with all her might. I pull with nearly all mine until I hear the drawing room door close behind Miss Fotescue. Suddenly she finds the door yield to her endeavors aud shuts with a bang. Then she sees a mau among the dark plants. With a little surprised scream she moves toward the other door. For getful of the fright it must cause her and everything else bnt my great love and my fear of losing her, I spring out ana seize ner hand. As she catches sight of my passionate. flushed face I see distinctly in her eye that she still believes me under the in fluence of wine. She grows white with teror, trembles and would fall, but that I catch her in my arms. Dumb with horror. I carry her life less form into the little room and lay ner ra a chair. She is as white as death, Mad I was before, now I am rabid Her pulse does not beat. I have killed her. 1 tell niyswlf. as I chafe ber hands. Then I pace wildly to ana fro across the room. VY hv did I not rush from the house, regardless of everything aud eyerybody, rather than sit down with thirteen? i oare not summon help. 1 will go out by the garden way and put an end to my wretched existence in the river. But I must take leave of my lady first, I kneel by her side and take her cold hand in mine. I press my lms to it. Joy! she moves; a faint color comes into ber cheeks. Aly late suicidal Inten tions are all forgotten. I watch breath lessly for more signs of hope,. Then it dawns on me that she has only fainted. I have never seen any one fauit before. My spirits rise to a height proportionate to the depths where they brooded be- for. She opens her eyes and meets t full of love and joy. Mr. Trevor?" . she says in a faint voice of wonder, not remembering any thing; then I know, as surely as though it were nstssing in my own mind, that the recollections of the past few min ntes is coming back to her, and shrinks away from me. But the touch of her hand, as I hold it in mine, sends a thrill through me, and gives me new strength She trembles and seems afraid of me. and I do not wonder, if my face expres ses an i reel. No, Evelyn." I say. answering her thought, rorgettlng bow strange her came must sound from my lips, "I have net taken too much wine." It was only for one moment," she says, snyij blushing, and now she no longer attempts to withdraw her hand. Evelyn," I say again, passionately. still kneeling by ber side aud looking up into her deep blue eyes "Evelyn. do you love aiacrhooie?" She smiles, she looks at the floor. !tbe wans, anytning. ana at last at me, Place atte dames," she says kindly," I want to ask you a question. V bat has been the matter with you to night?" "I was mad," 1 say, feeling poor aud shamefaced under her clear gaze, "mad with jealousy and love, because, Eve lyn, no man ever loved Iiefore as I love you " She does not frown; she does not diaw away her band. "And I was so mad that I lost all control over my brain, and my bead grew full of wild fancies. They told me that when there are thirteen at dinner the first to get up dies within a year, and I brooded and brooded on this till I believed it was my sacred privilege to give my life for yours by insisting on being the first to rise." She gently lays her baud on mine, which tightly clasps her other. This sweet action so bewilders me that I hardly know how to get through the next words. "And it was not till I had actually got up that I saw what a fool I was." "Poor Jack,'' she murmers softly, "And you don't love MacFlioole?" I ask, hardly knowing what to say. "Perhaja there is something in it" she says, shyly, with the prettiest hesitation in the world, quite disregard ing my question, "if If" here she enly whispers, quite close to my ear, "if ever I should become Evelyn Trevor. Eve lyn Bellairs would be dead, wouldn't she?" I cannot speak. I rise and kiss her on the Lips. Criminal Neiellaenee. Nothing, to the minds of careful peo ple, is so astonishing as the reckless way in which some people care for the necessary poisons which are .kept in every bouse. Instead of these being in a separate closet, or even on a separate shelf, from the simple remedies in the family pharmacy, they stand side by side, in bottles of similar shape, with the m wt harmless drugs. The result of this method is that at short intervals tl e daily papers record verdicts of "ac cidental poisoning." Not long since, a woman or intelligence and position took, in mistake for a mineral water which she was In the habit of taking each morning, a most deadly poison, and died in agony in a few hours. The poison had been put in a bottle which bad formerly contained the mineral water. A nurse gave a three-mouths'- old baby corrosive sublimate for pot ash, and the baby died after hours of intense suffering. A mother gave a daughter carbolic acid for a medicine left by a physician, and only by almost superhuman efforts was her life saved. In all the cases the suffering and deaths were caused by the criminal careless ness of the mother in allowing poisons in places to which all of the family had access. aabUuM for to. Fallen. An American physician. Dr. Nachtel, has. during the last five years, made considerable efforts to organize ambu lances in Paris to pick up persons who from any cause fall down in the public streets. It is computed that ,000 acci dents occur annually in the stre ta, without any assistance to thesnSemea. Bow Boee.ie Is Wom. Our sons and daughters are going out from our homes to take up their part In the world's work, to take their snare in its conquests and defeats. Whether life is to be a success or a fail ure with them depeuds largely upon the ideas with which they start out. Ideas which they imbibe from the at mosphere of the home circle. Teach them first of all not to expect too much, not to expect to accomplish in a day what other men and women have taken a life time to da Hope and self-conn deuce are both good and necessary, but tney must be tempered hy reason. Teach tbem, next, not to despise the day of little things. If your youthful John cannot at once become a bank president, teach him to content himself with any honest occupation, until he can do better, and to be thankful be can earn a living at it, however hum ble. Teach your children there is no royal road to solid success any more th in there is to learning ; the only way is to begin at the foot ot the ladder and work slowly upward with toilsome steps. If your boy Charlie is skeptical about this, and points to Mr. Thomas Millions who made a fortune in a day bv a lucky deal in pork, show him how surely this spirit of gaining speculation will sooner or later hurl down the pigmy whom to day it might have elevated to the throne of apparent prosperity. What Is light ly won is more lightly lost ; and It is well. We have a right, in the long run, only to that which we have the desire and ability to use judiciously and well. Success is not measured by dol lars and cents alone, but by the length and breadth of character as welL One young lady boarded herself, made over her old clothes, and worked her way through college. A friend said to her. "I should like an education, too. if I could have plenty of money to dress well aud pay my board in a nice place ;" she never got It, The boy who says. "Tom Smith gets ten dollars a week in Mr. Gumption's store. I won't work unless 1 can get as much as he. is foreordained to make a failure of life, One who would succeed must do bis very best work for what he can get, until he can do better. He need not fear. Work well done will recommend him. Gents cannot long be hid under a bushel in this day. The truth is, success largely consists in the beginning of oue's career, in doing live dolbir work for one dollar pay. People are alive to real merit; such a faithful woriter is sure to ue soon caneu i u nigner. I he car of prosperity is much like crowded car. You try to get on, and the crowd savs there is no more room. Don't believe it if you can get a place for one foot and a hand to cling with, After a little you'll get both feet on the step, and get hold with both bauds. After a time you re on the platform. though outside still. As the car moves farther out of the business center, peo ple begin to get off, and finally you have standing room inside. You are all right now. At the next stop some one gets out and you have a comfortable seat at last That is success, and the ay It is won. Herrie Mrs. Emma P. Ewing, In a very good article about berries, published in the Woman's Magazine, makes sensible reply to the frequently repeated asser- vation that it quite ruins berries to wash them. She says : 'A great deal of nonsense is talked and written about destroy ing the fine flavor of at tides of food by washing tbem, when, as a mat ter of fact, the flavor is seldom injured in the slightest degree, but in nine cases out of ten is materially improved by the judicious use of clear water. Most plain, practicable people, who have given the subject any thought, prefer dispensing with flavors which exist only In the imagination of esthetic culi nary critics, for the sake of getting rid of the sand, dust, bacteria, worms, bug legs, etc., that are inseparable from iruit on sale in the markets, without a righteous baptism of pure water. And the coat of the stomach of the average citizen is in far more danger fiom this organic and inorganic mistiness than from the fermentation arising from properly washed berries. Aud for people who conscientiously believe that "cleanliness is next to godliness. strawberries, raspberries and all small fruits are improved by being properly rinsed, drained and sprinkled lightly with granulated suar ten or fifteen minutes before they are served. A common, but very slovenly way of washing berries, and one well calculat ed to ruin tbem, is to throw the berries into a quantity of water before the stems are removed, and let them lie soaking while being picked out singly and bulled or stemmed. The correct method of washing all kinds of berries is carefully to stem and pick them over; a few minutes before they are needed place in a basin or bowl of cold water, tumble about gently and quickly with the hands, remove and place on a sieve or strainer till strained, sprinkle lightly with hne granulated sugar aud serve." fcarlT Kleins. A person should never be waked ex cept in cases of urgent necessity. When a rn?n falls asleep he is in shaie for repairs. Ali the intricate machin ery ot his body is being overhauled and put in order fir the next day's work. Nature knows what the tired body needs. She lays it on a bed, surrounds it with refreshing air of night, covers it with darkness, and lets the man rest. 'Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep,' visits him, and as the hours pass by his energies are renewed, his strength comes back, and when the daylight steals through the window, he opens bis eyes and feels like a new man. If be is early to bed, he awakes corres pondingly early. Now, who will go to that man's side an hour before he opens his eyes, and say to nature: 'Stand aside and let him get up; be has had enough rest!"l' Nature will say: 'You can take him, if you will, but I will charee bim with an hour's loss of sleep. and I'll collect it out of his bones and nerves, and hair, and eyesight. You can't cheat me. I'll find property to levy on. Naturf is the best book keeper in the world. You may over draw, but you must pay back, even to the pound of flesh.' Flnt Coff. la Florida. Mme. Atzerotn. who produced neat Manatee, Fla.. 1SS0, the first coffee grown in tne unitea otates, is now seventy-eight years old. She has twenty-five coffee trees on her plantation, and has successfully demonstrated the fact that, under proper culture, coffee may be made to flourish in Um latitude of Florida, Tumb. or Ui PreddenU. The presidents of the United State who are dead are nearly all buried in the neighborhood of the home which they occupied. Washington' tomo at Mount ernon, is known to all the world. John Adams and John Quincy Adams lie under the Unitarian church, at Quincy, Mass. The coffins are of lead, placed in cases hewn from solid blocks of granite. Their wive? are buried with them. John Adams died on the same day witn Jefferson, a strange coincidence itself, but straneer still, it was on the Fourth of July, 1820, just a half a century after the Declara tion of Independence which they had joined iu making. Jefferson, like his compatriots, was buried in his family burying ground, at his home in Monti- cello. He had written on the fly-leaf of an old account book his wishes con cerning it. "Choose," his memoran dum said, ''some unfrequented vale iu the park, where there is no sound to break the stillness but a brook that bubbling winds among the woods. Let it be among ancient and venerable oaks, interspersed with some gloomy evergreens. Appropriate one half to the use of my family, and the other to strangers, servants, etc. Let the exit look upon a small and distant part of the lilue mountains." I hesa directions were substantially carried out. A little inclosure, containing some thirty graves, stands amid the woods on the road that leads from CharlotUville to Monticello, ard a granite obelisk. much chipped by relic-hunters, marks the grave of the ex-presideat. Iu the same part of V irgiuia, in a small inclosure near his home in Mout- pelier, lies the successor of Jefferson. James Madison, fourth presideut. Be side him are burled his wife, who died m lM'J, surviving him almost thirty years, and two nephews. Tw other irgiuia presidents Monroe and Tyler lie within a few feet of each other in the fine cemetery of Holly wood, at Richmond. Monroe's death, like tuose ot jonn Adams and Jeffer son, fell upon the Fourth of July. He, to. in 1831, five years after bis great predecessors and elders marked the nation's birthday by bis close. He died in New York a poor man, and bis remains were entombed there until in 1S.3 the legislature or Virginia re moved tbem to Hollywood and placed them in a substantial vault, marked by a Gothic temple on a foundation of Virginia granite. Tyler's grave, near by, is scarcely marked at all; a little mound with a magnolia tree at the head is pointed out as the spot. The three Tennessee presidents were buried at their homes. Jackson at the Hermitage, near Nashville, his wife lieside him. A massive monument of Tennessee granite marks the pLice. Polk is buried In Nashville at the old family homestead. He survived Jack son only four years, dying in 18-i'J. The grave is handsomely inclosed, aud a block twelve feet square by twelve feet in height bears the inscription. An drew Jackson's grave !s at Greenville, on a spot selected by himself. His three sons have erected a handsome monument of marble on a base of granite. It bears numerous patriotic emblems, a flag, an eagle, a scroll of the Constitution, etc., while the in scription declares: "His faith in the people never wavered." Martin Van Buren lies in the village cemetery at Kinderhook, N. Y., in a family lot, his resting place marked by a modest granite sliait. He died in the summer of 1SG3, when the civil war was at its height. His successor, Harrison, was buried at his oid home at North Bend, on the Ohio, a few miles below Cincinnati. An uufenced mound, over a family vault, formerly neglected, but more recently carefully kept, marks the spot. Ihe dust of Zachary Taylor, is now buried In the cemetery at Frunkford, Ky., after several removals. (This is a mistake; the remains are buried in the family lot, four or five miles from lxwiaville, Ky.) Millard Fillmore's grave Is at Forest Lawn cemetery, three miles from Buffalo, and that of Pierce in the old cemetery at Concord, N. II. Buchanan is buried at Wood ward Hill cemetery. Ihe most magnificent of all the memorials to ine dead presideuts is that over the resting place of Lincoln. in the Oak Ridge cemetery at Spring- neid, in. it was dedicated in 13.4, and cost i JoU,UUU. Gartield is buried in Lake V ie cemetery, at Cleveland, where a grand mausoleum has been erected in his honor. Of the eighteen dead presidents, two only lie in the same place. Two were buried in Massachusetts, two in New lork, five in Virgiuia, three in Ten nessee. two in Ohio, and one each in Aew Hampshire, Pennsylvania. Ken tucky and Illinois. Eight lie in private grounds, or family burial places, as in the case of the Adamses at (juincy. Tree of North America. Of the 413 aroo re scent species detect ed in the forests of North America, only ten cross the continent. Three of these, the mesquit, an elder (sambucus Mexicana), aud the Spanish bayonet (yucca uaccata) belong to the Mexican flora, and so, indeed, does a fourth, the sand-bar willow, which, however ex tends further northward Into the At lantic region and Pacific region of the United States. Three others, the bal sam poplar, the canoe birch, and the white spruce belong to the northern forest, and are found along our north ern boundary, and from Labrador to Alaska. The remaining three are: (1) The quaking asp. our most widely-distributed tree, which stretches across the continent to the north and as far south as Kentucky. (2) The red cedar, our most widely-distributed conifer, which ranges from New Brunswick and Minnesota, on the north, to Florida and Texas, and westward to the 100th parallel, while on the Pacific it extends frem Colorado to Vancouver; and (3) the mountain ash, from Labrador and Northern New England to Lake Super ior, and on the high ranges from Alaska to New Mexico. Ko-ral Sepulenra. Queen Victoria is said to dislike the royal sepulchre of her family at St. George's, because the bones of George IV rest there. She holds his memoiy in abhorrence and does not wish the re mains of any of her immediate family t j be placed near bis. Oldest Bank (OUT The museum of St. Petersburg has a b.;nk note probably the oldest in ex lst erce. It is of the Imperial Bank of China, was issued by the Chinese Gov ernment and dates Irom the year 1399 B.C. NEWS IN BRIEF. Postmaster GeneYal Vilas is in favor of penny postage. The streets of the national capital are shaded by 0O.OUO trees. There are 120 Mormon churches in Colorado, Idaho and Arizona. One-third of all the banking done in the world is done in England. Deaf mutes will hold a conventlou in Petersborough, N. II., in October. The Jewi-iii population in Paris numbers 50,000 In 178'.) it was 500. There is said to be but one person to every square mile of territory in Canada. There were 11,570 marriages lu New York the first six months of the present year. Americans projected, built and now control the street railroads of Mos cow, Russia. The number of female doctors In the United States borders ou twenty five hundred. t More than half the sugar now used in France is made from beets lu her own factories. The charge is now nude that even in esthetic Boston gamblers are protect ed by the police. Greenlanders. it is said, live in th hojie of a warm heaveu and a celd placet for the wicked. Three thousand habitual smokers in San Francisco expended f 1,000.000 a year for opium. The West Point cadets are allowed to have fourteen pair of white trousers in the wash every week. The first oil well ever started east of the Alleghenies is reported from Trout Run near Williamsport. -Many English women attend ser vices iu French churches for the sake of learning the French language. The Flemish lace industry 'Is de clining. Too uiucn lace-making ma chinery in other parts of the world. It is stated that forty-seven nuns in Spain who were inoculated for chol era have since died of that disease. It is said, ou the authority of a druggist, that a half cent's worth of aloes makes 25 cents' worth of pills. Vaccination Is carried out so strict ly in the Prussian army that not a soldier has died of smallpox since 1875. Postal telegraph rates iu England are not much lower than the regular commercial rates in the United States. Uanlan, the oarsman, walks on the water in tin- shoes of his own invention and offers J-VJ to any one who can do likewise. All of the principal daily papers in Mexico now take the daily telegraphic news report of the New York Associa ted Press. An election for the champion liar is to be held at Giles, Arizona, and th successful candidate is to eet a medal and a serenade. An Illinois philanthropist wishes U benefit the poor by teaching them to eat their bread and butter with the buttered side down. The tea now consumed per head by the whole population of the British Isles does not amount to more than three and a half pounds per annum. If you meet a lion or tiger which has escaped from a circus, swear at the top of your voice. A lion tamer says that profanity will humble any wild beast Some French green grocers have just been convicted and fined for using dye called ecsine to make their stock of tomatoes a deep red, and therefore more salable. Bacterial germs, supposed to be capable of producing disease, have been found in the air of Switzerland at heights as great a 7,500 feet above the sea leveL Bath has a graveyard over 250 years old, which contains ninety graves, most of them entirely obliterated. The stones are broken and the lots overgrown with thorn trees. It is customary in Norwegian cem eteries to place a chair near a newly made grave, decorating it with the flowers, if any, that covered the cofliu of the deceased. A Brooklyn young lady who carries a four-leaf clover in her pocketbook for luck lost her pet poodle the other day. Her best beau says he never heard ot such good luck. California has 230,672 pupils in her public schools, and spends annually 1.40-l,23C.56 on their education. Of this sum 392,070,07 goes to the city of San Francisco. Black snakes are stripping the Gov ernment fish ponds near Washington uf their finny ocupants. The reptiles are said to iucrease in numbers nearly as rapidly as the fish. The returns of the census taken iu 1882 give the population of Russia in Europe as numbering 77,879,521, of whom 38,051,977 were males and 39. 227,544 females. Pittsburg turns out 84,000,000 bot tles and vials eveay year, besides 42, 400,000 lamp chimneys, many of which are exported ti Central and South. America and Cuba. A French scientific journal reports that in Paraguay a tribe of Indiana with tails has been discovered. A Guaycuyos child of dyears was captured. with a tail a foot long. The largest business ever done by the United States Patent Office, it is said, was that of April, when there were 3,L9 applications for patents, and 1100. 610 received for fees. A chemist in New York asserts that in every one hundred pounds of green tea used in this country the con sumer drinks more than a half-pound of Prussian blue and gypsum. Among other forms of animal life which have disappeared from the earth is the sea cow. It was seen alive and described in 1741, but in 1780 it appear ed to have become entirely extinct. They are four pie firms in Chicago. and together they make 15,000 pies a day excepting Saturday, when they make 2o,000 to 30,000. Some Saturdays in summer they make nearly 50,000. A French chemist has Invented a kind of collodion ointment which forms an invulnerable glazing when spread over the flesh. It is designed as an armor for those who fear assaults from vitriol-throwers. The separate performances for King Louis of Bavaria closed last month, and the costly decorations, costumes, etc., used on this occasion will be stored at once, and may, perhaps, never be seen A gain by mortal eye.
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