I! t B. F. SCHWEIER, THE CONSTITUTION-THE UNION-AND THE ENF FORCEMENT OF THE LAWS. Editor and Proprietor. VOL. XLIII. MIFFLINTOWN. JUNIATA COUNTY. 1'HNNA.. WEDNESDAY. .ITJhY 10. ISSU. NO. tJ. tfiD fit at r r ITo' quietly eveu an eld settled re g;L,f, n;ay stacked with game, in slionby the experiesce with the Cape Cod regiou in Massachusetts. Tlie lOLi neck of sandy land Las ."0,0CO icre of woodland, and six years ago all hunting of deer iu these woods was (tfuh:U.teil. Although the gauie was well ni.'li exterminated when the pre fer tie law oa passed, the woods are now fu.l of Jeer. Such a method, if U .Ilowfd iu tl.e We-t, would result in an abundance of game where now the pothunter Las slaughtered about ever? un.ui.d of any value for food or I" Willi K proper attetition should be z'.vea tl.i! complaint sent to Governor leaver by the Mayor of New York, at the iu.it. inc.! of Mr. tMvaid Otten dorfcr. th.it the onuau sufferers at Johnstown are not pro; r'y recognized, the r,ovtr:ic.r sho: I . n 't be too quick in Uei:-vi the story. Precisely the same ("niplait t n made against the t'l.ii Aiii lln f 'oniin.ttee in 1S71, but when investigated, as it was, iinniedi a'e'y. by an independent committee, :! u..s found to lit wholly without t. .indatior, except the refusal to pr u.it beia iii. iaries to iret double and 1 :ailruj'le rations by sending different members of t he same family to two, three or four different relief stations. Tics had to be stoppe 1, and thence at""' the outcry of partiality. li u-a pity that enthusiastic people making statements of the amount of tl.e relief fund contributed for the flood sufferers are not mote circumspect than to announce that nearly three millions of dollars have been subscribed. Noth ing but a careless system of "double entry'' accounts can carry the sum of the relief ruti'ls to that amount. Among the particulars civen to make up that aggregate are S1,H1,U00 cred ited to "New Yoik.," "Brooklyn and vicinity,'' ''and through Governor 1 leaver." We wish this were to, but think it is doubtful if cash credits can 1 e shown fi.r much more than half of .t. While we a'l desire to see the act ual casli amounts go up, we should all equally wish to see the exaggerations 'come down." .tch the porx Ufl" I rnsiionsible Sann uel t If"!, i.".er the trucku,ar, jg tlw- owiier very Intelligent jr.ri8ri getter. and he tires of telljncr of the man wr.aerlul performance of Ins pT. liecvuLiy, .ur. iteiu boiu nis wur. MM r r ti..i I .Vj : la ;P' presence of the doc, to rouse nun ,t o o'cliK'k in the morning, but Mrs. Ueul f ile 1 to awake at the Lour named, and Mr. Keid was aroused by the knowing dog scratching at his bed room door. He iirose, and upon look ing at the clock discovered that it win t'i.0'1 o'clock. Mr. lleid says it would take considerable money to tempt him to dispone of the dog that, seemingly, so well understands the English lan guage, and is so faithful. li.avi.M"S, that boasted of re cently lai.-in,; ."'H.).0iO for several man ufacturing enterprises, seems to have Leeu drained dry by those efforts; for st.t- is about to let a most excellent bus iness chance slip through her grasp, ami ail for the want of a paltry 13,1 ot o. The ci.trl 'tiien of the state are anxious to h irate at Galveston a 'odd sti.r.igf wairhou-' from nil ch frozeu beef ran le sla;ied to Europe. Uut incident to this purpose they make a cuud.tiuu precedent tliatlialveston raise SI.".1."' to help on the project. Much i larger Conies than these were at Orst (ii4cussed.hu; the; minimum has been I simmered dow n to this small amount, t if this .inly j :,0im has after coushlera l i !l 'tt U'en raised; but the lialves t "ii sulii :t;ng committee has leen g-.veu a little time to produce fli.O.'O tiKiie. It the whole amount is not then tuiiiiciiiuii.g CaWestou will lose the aiehouse. which will goto New Or leans. Kven the v. ha: f company of our island ci'y has made some concession as an inducement for every one to pull t-itfether to win the plant, and now it would ! shameful if the rich citizens of that place do not subscribe the bag atelle required of them. A pem uirriox of educational ex hibits m the Paris Exnositiou nuts t rance at the Ik a 1 of the nations that t have ado; ted Industrial art education. ! But tieru.any dues not compete, and "tla-r nations naturally display less of their utk than they would iu a home 1 exhiUtiot). There is no doubt, how ver, that France has earnestly taken lioid df the work of teaching the arts ef design and training the hand to uacUaiiicalsk.il. That is believed to be the secret of much of her commer cial success. l!ut Fiance gives more attention to art than to mechanical education. Germany is more practi cal, but does not make an exhibit. rent Pr.tain is still behind Mental Kurope. in spite of the "lent which established the contl- tuove South Kensington Museum. The United 'ates, as a whole, has not advanr,! vr.v far. but llostoti and Philadelphia ate notably not far behind European citle, in provisions made for useful edu yatmu, and Philadelphia's Manual rriiiuir School is represented in Paris. At the New Orleans Exhibition Japan m''.e a remarkable display of her edu cational s3teiu, and a similar display is 'low made m the Paris exposition. w.th tl.e aid of skilled teachers louithis country and from Europe. iasetabl.shed an almost Ideal system ot education, reaching from the Kin dergarten to the L'uiversttv. With trLiI yUD.U?e9 ct strtiri8 free from S' '"""ations, i,er teachers cur X T, "' f,or -'Proving fwturT? f t- 2 Ui "Vta"y "'teresting ParU L .Mtwnal exhibits at ttat L.? I"' 13 tUe u'0"-trat!on cation 'i kD0Wn 113 ""trhU edu--ery11 Wo it via i' , sv,:iteIi- Teu years J HUMAN FISH. A Strange Story Told by a Merchant Seaman. I was in the crow's nest or lookout on boar I fhj V w v.. t .... - --- uuuu nuaier 1 ankee Land and we were bearing ud for utitjpiui r t - - . T.wuwm viio juhii x eruan """""i" wuen i caught sight of a floating human holy on the lee bow and and half a half a mile awar. e lial only a light breeze and the sea wat scarcely distuibel and from my perch aloft I could even tee the fish as they played about me. I had scarcely hailed the deck when the floater raised his heal, klckel his feet under the surface, and. after wav ing his arm as a signal, he bejau swim ming dowa to us. The sight of a man out at sea. provided with nothing whatever to float him, was queer enough, but there was something much more queer in store for us. I have seen the natives of almost every coun try ia the water, but never fa w any thing like the speed thU floater made as ha came down to us. He just smoked through water like a yawl with her sail set to a stiff breeze. All the men mustered forward to get si;;ht of h ni, and as he came alongside he checked his way, took a long survey of our craft, and coolly called out: "What ship is that? "The American whaler Yankee Land," answered the mate. "Want any hands?" "Yes, we will sdup you." replied the captain. "Very well, sir I'll come aboard." They threw him a rope and he soon stood ou deck, the ouly uncovered per sou on the ship. He asked for a chew of tobacco, wrung Ue water out of his clothes, and when the cook brought him so i.e grub he did uot appear over hungry. He refund dry clothes, saying that he felt better when damp, and Wlieu lie had nuislied mtirnt liu cUiuit d: "My name is Tom Finch. I quit t e English brg .Saxon two days ago. I cau sieer a boat or fasten to a whale with the be.it of you. Give me a lay and let me turn to." "You quit the .Saxon two days ago?" queried the captain. Yes, sir." "Where was she?" "A matter of tifty tuihs to the north west, sir." At sea?" "Yes, sir." "How did you quit?" "Said goodie to my watch and juiueJ lovtfifCoarj and have been float- jrvTr siuce." There wasn't a man in the shin who believed hi story. Iudeed, what in telligent man would Itlieve it? And yet it was the gospel truth, as we dis covered when we reached Valparaiso. The Saxon was there, au 1 half a dozen of tier crew had aeeu him go overboard as stated. Stories About Tennyson. Abs-nt minded to a degree, Teuny. sou often forgets tj whom he is speak ing, and once when iu full conversa tion with Kobert Urowning said, ap parently apro.ios de bottes: "I wonder how llrow nine's getting ou?" "Why!" exclaimed Kob -rt. "I am llrowning!'' tNonseiise!"' replied Tennyson, with almost a i attempt at roguish raillery. "I know the fellow well, so you can't tell me you are he." A few years ao some enthusiastic admirers of Tenny son gave a lare dinner party iu his honor, and invited all their choicest friends in the world of literature and art to meet him. Teuuyson, who rarely accepts an invitaticn, did. for a wonder, put in apearaiice ou this occa sion, but during the first half hour of the dinner caused the greatest disappoint ment by remaining absolutely silent, and as if lost iu the most profound reverie. The guests, who had expected to bang ou words falling like pearls of thought from his 1 ps, gazed somewhat wistful y upou him when, rousing sud den y. he exelaimed iu a loud sten torian voice: "I like my mutton cut in chunks!" I can not help suspecting that there was something of malice prepense iu this burst of confidence, and that the poor man felt a not un natural irritation at being gaped at and a corresponding desire to punish the offenders. Au anecdote told me not long ago by his daughter-in-law is amusing, iu that it shows how the greatest are not incapable of stooping to little weaknesses. Some very dear friends of Teunyso l, who bad been spending some years iu Persia, returned to Loudon, an I anxious to renew oIJ ties, wrote inviting him to their house. Hut Tennyson mistook the day and arriving at the domicile found the birds flown. Silting dowu to write a note of explanation, he had the misfor tune to throw the contents of a well tilled ink bottle all over the beautiful tew white Persian carpet. The maid servant, in answer to his summons, ap peared with alaige jug of new milk, which she poureJ over the offending ink stain. "I'll give yoj 5 shillings, iny good girl, my very good girl." con tinued Tennyson iu much agitation, "if you'll ouly get rid of that alwmi n able ink before your master and mis tress comes home," And together on their hands and kne s poet and Abigail rubbe I and rubbed at the wretched carpet until not a spot remained. The girl earned her 5 shilliugs and when a lew weeks afterward Tennyson went to dine with his friends he had every rea son to believe that s e had told no tales. At any rate his host and hostess, displayed their gorgeous carpet with out signs of consciousness. Dodging a Licking. "Are you a bok agent?" asked a boy of a pedestrian w ho was passing up Second avenue tbe other day with a package under his arm. "N'o, my son. why?" "I wanted you to do me a favor." "Perhaps I will anyhow. What is it?" "Well, you see, I hit my brother Dick in the nose, and he told ma and she's going to whale me for it. She sent me to the grocery, and now as soon ai 1 go iu I'll catch it." "Well?" "Well, she'll make a grab for me and I'll hollow loud enough for you to h ar. Then you rush up and ring the bell, and ask her if she don't want to buy 'Mother, Home, and Heaven.' Keep her at tbe door three or four min utes an I I'll buy Dick oi, and she'll foreet all about it." The pedestrian excused himself on the ground that he was In a hurry, and the boy replied: ''All right. Maybe our minister w 11: happen along, and I will get hlin to c .11. I am going to dodge that ! licking U I have to aet tbe barn ' aare." I I i nt uay l LOVO. wi JorL''y I i m efaanaiac Eprinx, " iJ . HBUi ti 1 (ray, she ia d, she U good, the la 6he livra iu a Dumber in Bquara, ft !a not 21 it (. u oi Yon umr haJlK,tt bar number from me: Ifyuu did. very boob you'd he mounting Of number (no matter what)! Square. Tli er aav aha ia pl.n. t .i i . : i blia ia making a novel right oat of her Lead ! TLat poor little bead! If Ler heart were lo I'd J.renk and I'd mend it tn Square. I've a l.eart of my own. and, in proaa as in rhvmea TLU heart Laa leen fractured a good many An eTeelljknf I.. . .(... I ,uv . u wrij nipiir Liula Friend, n.aj I mend it in Square? w bat nonsense jou talk." Yo, but a'.ill I am m.a WLo feela rr'tty grave when be aeems full V. xuu, Some people are rretty, and yet full of care And borne One 1 preuy in Sauara. I know lam ginsiogin old-fashioned pLraae ILa uiulc bat pleased in tbe old-faabioned days; Alaal 1 know, loo. I've an o'.d-faabioned Ob, wby did I ever aea Square! SIS. JENNIE BANKS. She was a waif, with a beautiful dark lace and large velvety eyes, not black but a soft gol leu brown, with just the lamiesi pcssiuie trace oi mischief lurk ing in their sliiumg depths. A mass of short jetty ringlets cover ing her pretty head and clinging lov ingly to her fair low brow, and a clear olive complexion with a deep glow of crimson suffusing her rounded cheeks, giving to her lace a fresh healthy look, and showing that Southern blood coursed through her veins. He was a wealthy gentleman with jure an expensive allowance ever, year. A tall, handsome, light complex loned yoiiLg man, with laughing blue eyet, and many sunny locks. A liersnu it would do one good to know, for any one glancing at his merry face would have to smile in spite of himself and acknowledge that he was a sure cure for depression. He was also Guy Cromwell, the only surviving sou of Mrs. Harol l Cromwell, who was ti e possessor of a flue estate called the "Oaks," just ou the suburbs of one of our largest cities, and these two. the pretty dark eyed waif, with her brilliant South ru face, and the fair haired wealthy mail, were husband and wife. This is the way it hapiened: bi, as she was called, betore she fell into the good hands of Uuy Cromwell, had never known a parent's love. From her earliest remembrance until tdie reached the age of sixteen, the only friends she pos esse., if you could call them so. were Peggy Maloney and her brother Jack, who lived in a little old tumbled down shanty near the river and who kept a fruit stand on the cor ner of one of tbe pi incipal streets of a large city. Jack pretended to Le of a musical turn of mind and played an old cracked hand-organ around the fashionable avenuea and busiest part of the city, thereby earning his daily bread, or I should say daily drink, for he was as fond of his gin as his sister I'eggy. Some days he would indulge in it so fnqueutly that he would have to aban don his musical employment and seek his couch or some friendly alley where lie could lie unmolested until he recov ered from its tiery influence. Poor little bis led a sad and wretched life between these two drunken crea tuies, and received many a cruel beat ing from the merciless bands of Jack when she refused to play the tambour ine in the streets with him. She preferred to remain all day at the fruit stall with Peggy rather than to be jostled aud stare i at, by the crowds along the buisy thoroughfares. Many and many a time when Jack and Peggy lay drunk at home Sis would remain all day at the stall alone, and peep out shyly between great bunches of bananas, and long rows of golden oranges, at the people as they rushed along; thus saving her miserable pro tectois from starvation as she gathered the shining coppers from the passer-by, but there came a night which ended all this dreary life of hers, and a cold dis mal night it was. It was iu the mouth of November, tbe air was damp and chill, a drizzling rain had fallen all day and when a clock in some distant tower chimed the hour of nine, I'eggy closed the 'Stand," and with Sis by her side, proceeded to her miserable hovel. Tbe streets were almost deserted as they sped along, with only now and then a lone pedestrian hurrying by, to escape the storm. When they reached tbe dwelling, it was all dark, but they entered without much trouble, for bolls and bars were strangers to the place, aud I'eggy strik ing a match, soon had the room illumi nated, by the sickly glare of a tallow caudle. Then the cold, bare, cheerless aivartment came slowly into view, with its worm-eaten floor and high dirty walls, causing I'eggy to draw her rag ged shawl more closely around her aud stir up the dying embers in the dilapi dated fire place, w ith an impatient hand. Then turning to Sis, who crouched in a comer blowing on her little cold lingers, she said sharply and In a harsh rasping voice, ''Go to the ship yard, will ye, and be al ther a-bringiu' home some chips to liven up the lire a bit. Make haste wid ye, now!" Without a word Sis started up aud clang went the old rickety door behind her retreating figure. "A purty cold sort o' night, this, I'eggy.'' muttered au old woman as she turned again toward the Ore. 'Ye'd bether sit down here wid yer friend and make yersilf alsy," and drawing a three-legged stcol up to the side of the hearth, she dropped rather i ban sat dowu upou it, and taking from her pocket her gin bottle she com menced to empty it of its conteuts. Wiien Sis returned with her armful of sticks she found the lire all out and Pegy snoring loudly in a drunken sleep with her stool tilted back against the wall and her mouth wide open, while on the floor lieside her lay her gm bottle smashed into a dozen pieces. She stood for a moment gazing at the sleeping creatuie berore her, then crossed the room and gave her a poke with one of the sticks, at the same time calling IVgl Peg! but Peg was too far into the land of dreams to wake any more, and she only snored the louder. At last giving up in despair Sis gath ered up the fragments of the bottle and prepared to replenish the fire. She was just in tbe act or lightiug the chips woen a shuffling Mep sounded without, and an unsteady hsiid lifted the latch. ne turned where she stood just In Tk-Tt11, . . . -www (miO MIJU BUB shrank back a step or two while her trembling fingers dropped the match on the floor, where it flickered for a mo ment aud then slowly died out. When he caught sight of her standing there a savage look came into his eyes, and crossing the room to her side, be grasped her by the arm, and in angry tones he roared: "You here, me foine leddy? le ran away from me this mornln', did'nt ye? But ye'll not git off so aisy next toinie, I'm thiukin'. "T'morrer ye'll go, belave me. and widout any capers. Well, I've got somethin that'll, be a dale bether for ye now. "I'lle be after givin ye a taste," aud he drew from his pocket a long leather strap, with a buckle at the end. At the sight of this the girl shrank back but never moved her frightened eyes from his face and her white lips whispered: "Don't, Jack, please don't hurt me!" "Don't hurt ye. hey?' he cried, with a fiendish laugh. "Take a bit o' that now, and how do ye loike it, sure?" He brought the strap down across her head as he spoke, and the buckle cut a long zigzag gash iu the fair forehead. With a piercing cry she wrenched herself from his grasp and sank down ou her knees by the side of Peggy, "O, I'eggy. Peggy, save me," she cried, as she flung both arms around that sleep ing woman's neck, "he is going to kill inc." "Shut up, ye scalpeen," cried Jack, as he came threatiugly toward her. At this. Peggy slowly opened her eves. and seeing the two. ataceered to her feet, but she had no sooner gained them than she fell back again by a sharp blow from the strap, while at the same time Jack's voice cried: "Don't ye iu teriere, old woman. I'm bossiu' this. sure," but that blow had about sobered 1 eggy, and she sprang to her feet with au angry face. "Do ye know who ver hittin'. Jack Maloney if" 1 is, begone. I'm hlthin you." he cried. "I'll lacb ye to kaps still when I hav the flore, me darliut." "And I'll tach ye to lave the cal alone win I'm shaping quietly." she screamed, as she flew at him aud began to pound him with her fists. Then they grappled and struggled in the middle of the floor, while poor, tremblinz. frightened Sis slipped quietly past them out of the door, into the dark rainy November night. She flew'own to the river and bathed her achl-1? uio - ii.t..wters, then dr'1" "er bood over her eruised foreher slw! "I1 along the dented streetr "J"UK o neeu to w tie re aie u-ont ""'J "is to escape iroui lh ouiy trying lo two drr""" ninuienius creatures sue had livdH with V ,,er We- Ou, on, she went thJOUgn me Ureary UlUht until", her feetac-.'lcu auu nernmos were tirec At hist he 1,ea I Crevf dizzy and sje sank dowr'J'hg bitterly, upon ,he hard stone' stp9 "f a theatre, and There she lay, tl Uatr8 roiling thick ana fast down h1 cheeks and the wind Usiin,' wiidly tH suori coal uiaci rlugleU of her hair This '13 where and how Guv Croit- well f-fnd her when the play was over. Xbere upon the cold stone steps, Titti the g.lure of tbe colored lamps shining full upb" ber. S o 0" noiiceu her shrinking figure but he. w - So one paid an7attentlon to the for lorn crouching girl with a pitiful tear s taiued face, no more than if it had never been there, but he saw her and lifted her gently to her feet, and asked her the cause of all her sorrow, while Sis, looking up into Iij handsome face, knew she had found a friend, aud so sobbed out the story of her life, with her face against his arm, even showing him the cruel gash across her brow and telling him of its cause. He heard her story to the end. with a look of pity shining in his kind blue eyes, and when she reached that part in wnlch Jack had treated her so brutally. the look of compassion faded qui.-klv from his face, to be replaced by one that boded ill to Jack, had be been present. hen she had finished, for some moments he stood as though involved in deep thought, then turning he bade her follow hiiu. Iu a timid trusting way Sis slipped her cold little haul into his and hurried along by his side. At first he bad been at a loss what to do with her, for he was only in the city on business and stopping at a fash ionable hotel. To take a girl like Sis there would evidently cause numerous unpleasant remarks, for he was well known among the best society circles of the city, and did not care to have a long mysterious story linked to his aristocratic name by some unknown gossip, so be bapieiied to bethink himself of a woman who had once done his washing, and he guided his steps thither. d he woman was at home, and quite willing to take his charge and keep her until some time when he wished to remove her. Thus Sis was left iu her new home with a promised visit from her young friend every day, and this promise was prompt ly fulfilled, for a day seldom paised without he came bringing her clothes or pretty trinkets to please her girlish fancy. His business in the city lia l long been ended, yet he prolonged his stay, finding it a diflicult matter to part from the new found treasure. At last he awoke to the iact that this waif, this nameless girl whom he had secured from the street, was something more to hi in tl.au a pretty beggar girl. line his future life would appear but a dreamy waste had it not the girl's dark face to brighten it. ; with this one thought surging madly through his brain in a rash and reckless moment he made her. his wife. His mother, all or this time, won dered at his stay aud wrote long letters to him, urginghim to bring his business matters to a close au I come home to ihe Oaks, but he answered these letters with short ones saying he wouiu oe home in a week or two, thus evading her as long as he could. What to do with the girl now alter he had married her, he did not know; he dared not take her home, lor it w ould be a terrible blow to his mother s pride, so he concluded to take part of his yearly allowance and fnd her away to school for thiee yeais, thus giviug him time to break Hie news t his mother, and three long years in which sh could cool her auger, so it was set tled. Sis cried and clung to him at tne parting, but he was firm, and paciheJ her a best he could, telling her the years would soon pass away, and If she - . ,. . s. i- : 1. I. I n. was going to live at uie ui wim um she must study hard anu, tuua ue worthy to be called Lis wife. At last she dried tier tears anu Kiss ing pim good-bye, promised to Improve ta ?aJ ,,er- aud drawing her veil over her face she passed withiu the coach. t He gave one long, lingering look at t'.e retreating cab, then turning with a sigh and stepping int. the railroad sta tion, close at hand, he bought a ticket for home. Sis was uow Sis no more, for that name grating harshly on Guy's aristo cratle ears, was ieremptorily changed by him to the mors refined name of Cecily, and Ceciiy she would remain during the rest of her earthly existence. Life to her was all changed now, aud it seemed so new an 1 strange, she could hardly realize her good fortune, she almost expected it to be a bright happy dreaui, from which she would have some rude awakening and find herself still in the wretched hovel dowu by the river, with Jack Maloney aud bis sister I'eggy; but the awakening did not come, aud as the years rolled on she grew accustomed to her new name and the station to which she had risen, thanking heaven for its kindness to her, and praying she might not disgrace her nusuauu s name wuen luey met. Meantime Guy was at home trying his best to break the news of his mai liage to his mother, but succeeding miserably in the attempt, and as time new by on magic wings he grew to dread it more and more, then finally decided not to tell her at all, hut wait until the mysterious hand of fate should point him a way out of the difficulty. He grew almost frantic, for the time was drawing near when he must go for Cecily and bring her home. At last a most unexiiected event occurred which aided him a little to escape from his trouble, and he lo-t no time in embrac ing it. One Morning as he sat reading In the grand old library with the golden sun light streaming through the long French window across the velvet carpet at his feet, his mother entered with an open letter in her fingers, and gliding noise lessly across the lojin seating herself by the window opposite Guy, she said, and at her first utterance he threw his book on the table and turned toward her: "Well, mother," as he looked flrst at the letter and then at her. "I have news, Guy," she said, "Good news, I think, at least, to you, and this letter is the bearer." "Ah! from whom may it be, mother? It look like a lady's writing from here," and he tiltrd back his chair look ing attentively at her. -"-i nn if. u from a lady, Guy. From Miss Katherimj Xii-sn." He started aud his face grew slightly pale at the mention of that name. "Kate Kings Jon." ha repeated in an uiwtilir voice. "How is she and I where?" I , "She is on her way from Europe nnw '- inaxnul fr llrnmsnll u-itli a faint smile. "She was to have sailed last Monday, if nothing prevented, and I expect she fill reach lr re In a very short time." "Here!" exclaimed Guy. You dew't mean she. ia coming hare, do you, mother?" "That is just what I mean," an swered Mrs. Cromwell, decidedly. "Are you not glad, Guy? You would have been once." "Obi certainly! Kate and I were always the best of friends," replied Guy, in anything but a delighted tone. "I hojiedonce," said Mrs. Cromwell, "you might have been more than friends, but for some reason 1 was sadly disappointed. However, I hope my dreams may yet bs realized. "Never!" cried Guy. "Kate Kings don can never be my wife." He bowed his head on his hand, while his thoughts soared away to his daik-eyed w ire at school, aud he Imag ined what a scene there would be when his mother heard cf his choice. A cold smile curled his lip, and he slowly raised his head to meet the proud grey eyes of his mother fixed iuteutly upon him. "Guy," she said, as she came slowly up to him, "there .8 something preying upou your uiiud, my sou. Tell me w hat it is, if jou are in trouble." O, if he could have told her theu, a great load would have been lifted from bis breast, but his heart sank withiu him and he felt he could not be the cause of humiliating that proud grey head, so he only said: "Don't worry about me, mother, 1 was never happier iu my life." She gazed at him a moment as though in doubt, theu turned slowly to the door, and as she was about to close it behind her she said: "Well, I hope when Kate comes we may be able to make it pleasant for her while she re mains with us." "I assure you I will do all iu my power," replied Guy, resuming his book. A few days later Miss Kate Kingsdon arrived. A tall, lovely blonde, with a fair charming face, from which shone pretty sweet, blue eyes, fricged with long, goldeu lashes, and with her she brought to Guy Cromwell's memory, scenes of long ago. scenes that were not alto gether pleasant to remember but which, nevertheless, came crowding back upon him from the past, when he met her, that day in the wide dark hall at the "Oaks," for the first time in years". She had loved him once with a girlish, ar dent love, and he had reciprocated her affection, at least she thought so, but tor some unaccountable reason, they had parted and she had gone across the sea. Now they had met again, but, as her hand lay clasped in his and he stood and smiled a pleasant welcome into her lovely upturned face, greeting her in low sjioken accents, not a pang of re gret crossed his heart. Not so with Kate Kingsdon, he had not faded out Iroui her heart as effectually as she had departed from his. Ah! no. There still lurked behind her calm exterior a deep love for this man, who stood before her. but with a mighty effort she controlled the fierce throbbing of her heart, and gave him back without a blush the same bright smile, and answered his greeting in the same low voice. Mrs. Cromwell standing in the back ground, smiling at the two, came slowly forward with liands outstretched and clasped Kate Kingsdon in a warm, fervent embrace. "Welcome! Welcome! back again, my child," she said, as she released her from her clasp, and they walked arm in arm down the shadowy, silent hall, with Guy following thoughtfully after. As the weeks grew into months a friendly feeling also grew into Guy Cromwell's heart for this girl, and when tbe days were warm and pleasant, they took long walks and rides together over the roll ng country, while Mrs. Cromwell, with approving eyes, and many smiles would watch them from her window aud murmur to herself, "What a flue match. What a fine match It will make." Kale noticed these littl-- marked at tentions, too, and whenever Guy ad dressed her suddenly o:- a.-ked her for a stroll in the garden, a deea crimson would suffu her oval cheek and a momentary shyness compel her to drop her eyes to the Coor. but Guv. all un conscious of the mischief he was creat ing, still pursued the even tenor of his way, thinking only of his little wife and trying to devise some plau by which he could introduce her to his mother. At last he trew despera e and deter mined upon a couts- which would either aid or f rust ate ail of his designs. One warm pleasant evening he sat aloue with Kate Kingsdon ou the huge Vine-clad portico where the glittering moonlight drifted iu aud lay iu silvery rings along the t'oor al their feet, shift ing now and then into a straight stream of mellow light wlimever a Uuy breeze swept over the lawn, shining, too. on Kate's fair face and golden hair, where she sat iu sweet repo;e, hercheek against the velvet cushions of her chair, and her dreamy blue eyes trying to penetrate me snadowy corner where Guv was smoking, but failing to discern anv- tlnng except the li'ht from bis ciirar. and the glitter of his diamond ring as the moonlight preyed upon it. 1- inallv. Guv snoke. and Kat start. led at the sound. "Kate, if Villi l&'lll take a stroll wllh me as far as the fountain, 1 have something I would like to say to you." She flushed crimson as he leaned for ward and gazed eagerly into her face, then with a catch of the breath she an.wered, "Certainly, Guy," and throwing a lace scarf over her head, she arose to her feet. He led her down the shadowy path toward the silvery moonlit fountain, where it played with a continual splashing and a ceaseless dip, telling her Cecily's sad story and his strange marriage, with many a long pause when his tongue refused to proceed, and she listened with bowed head, a deadly, sickening pain at her heart, but with a look of compassion on her face. When he had finished she stood quite still behind him, and stretching both of her small white hands toward him, she laid them on his arm, "Guy," she said, and her lis trembled as the spoke, her truthful eyes looking calmly iutj his face, "if I can help you out of your trouble, let me." "Generous girl!" he cried, as he clasped both of her hands In his. "I knew you would do all iu your power to aid me." "Yes, certainly I will," she replied, as she smilea 0;.b..,iv ..j have llUv ' been your friend, Guy, an ... .. 'triend in need is a friend Indeed.' Tell me, now, isn't it a true saying?" "Yes, yes," answered Guy slowly, as he looked into her face. Kate stood some moments without speaking, tapping the gravel walk lightly with the toe of her shoe, theu looking up at the man before her she said: "1 think I can see a way out of the difficulty, Guy." "O, how, Kate, tell me, for I am almost driven to desperation?" he cried, and ho leaned toward her eagerly aud held her hands iu a firmer grasp. "llu', perhaps," she said, still siu'l ng faintly, "you will not see it in a favorable light, yet I think tins will be an excellent plan. You know I intend to go to the city to-nioirow ou business of my own, and I told lour mother so this morning. I also informed her I should not return for a day or two. Now, Guy, what harm would it do for me to go and see Cecily, te.l her I was a friend of yours, iHTSuade her to re turn with me, aud if sho consented to it, introduce her to your mother as our friend, whom I have invited down to spend a month or two with us." "That is a capital idea, Kate, aud I thank you indeed for this timely as sistance," exclaimed Guy, almost joy ously. "And some day," still continued Kale, without noticing the iuterruji tioii. "you cau relate to your mother the whole story, but during the months of Cecily's sojourn with us you will be aide to tell whether she can ever hold a daughter's x'laue in your mother's heart." ''That is all true," answered Guy, "but " The sentence was never finished, for horse's hoofs sounded on the hard road, and turning into the great gate at the end of the drive, they came clattering on to the place where these two stood talking. It was a man on horseback, and halt ing before them he leaned forward from his saddle, handing a bit of white paper to Guy, which fluttered in the evening breeze, ami with the words, "A telegram for Mr. Cromwell," he rode swiftly away. Striking a match, and asking Kate to hold it while he read, they lore open the missive with trembling lin gers, and gazing with dilated eyes ;.t these almost fatal words: "Ceciiy is dying. Come at once." "Heaven forbid," cried Guy. ".J, Kate, Kate, Cecily is dying," and throwing up his n.mds he fell face downward to the earth. For a moment Kate stood frightened and bewildered looking at Guy, stretched prone on the earth before her, theu sank ou her knees beside him, and flinging both arms abjut his neck drew his head into her lap. "Guy! Guy! sjieak to me," she cried, between her sobs, at the same time chafing his hands, but the lips were mute and the white face looked ghastly iu the moon light. When she found that all of her efforts were in vain she lay him back a'.'.iiu upon the ground, hastening toward the servant's quarters to sum mon help, and It was hot many minutes later before Guy was carried to his room and a doctor called. As he was unable to go to Cecily, Kate decided to make it her duty, S3 she accordingly ma le preparations with out further delay, and as she was throwing on her traveling cloak iu the hall Mrs. Cromwell came hurriedly to her aud asked in agonizing tones the cause of all this disturbance. Kate looked into her old friends face a moment, then took her cold hands into hers and kissed her gently as she said: "Dear Mrs. Cromwell, I cannot tell you now. for I have no time to loose. The carriage awaits me with out, but calm yourself, dear friend, and when Guy is better he will tell you all. I am going away for a day or I wo, but when I return I trust this terrible cloud will have been lifted from us. She kissed her again, looked for a moment with a sorrowful longing look Into the grand old face as she mur mured under her breath: "O. if I could but tell you all," and turning with a sigh she sped swiftly dowu the hall to the waiting carriage. We will not dwell upou the particulars of that journey, nor for the many day she watched by the btdiide oi Cecily, as tbe girl raved in wild delirium, calling I p tUully to Guy to save her from Jack, ' who was goiig t kill her, and be- seecuing l eggy to wake up aud fix the fire, for it was so cold. I At last Guy came, but not the Guy! of o'd. with his men v face and lih. I Impatient tread. His" face looked woin ' and pale now, be walked with a jaded, listless air, aud a look of sadness had gathered in hi once merry blue eyes. When he entered Cecily's room, gazed dow n :it the w hite face and closed eyes, and heard the hard short breath that s'.:e drew, he knelt ou the floor before her couch and burled his face in the pillow; as he did so a stray curl fell from his brow e.nd gently touched her cheek. Sloly her eyes" opened, anl as she saw his head close to her own., a faint smile of recognition stole to her lips, and she softly whispered: "Guy, Guy, you have come at last." Kate Kingsdon, sitting thoughtfully by the window, started as she heard the low spoken words, and knowing Cecily had at last returned to consciousness, hastily with lrew. When she again entered, Guy's eyes looked beseechingly up at her as he sat with Cecily pressed close to his heart, and iu a husky voice he said: "O, Kite, Kate, she has left me forever. Mie is dead, dead." "Poor Guy," murmured Kate, as she drew the inanimate form of Cecily from his clasp. "It's better so," and Guy bowing his head in his hands, refused to be com forted. Thus It was the man who had be friended the poor homeless orphan in the hour of lieed, had held her in his protecting arms to the last moment ol her life. She was buried from the Oaks, where Mrs. Cromwell wished her taken, and with all due respect as Guy Cromwell's wife. Guy had told his mother long ago of Cecily's sad story, and asked forgive ness for the step he had taken, which she willingly forgavo. Yet how could she help it, looking on the lovely still white face of the dead girl, it seemed so pleading tor itself, and when she turned to gaze no more upon It a glit tering tear shone in her proud grey eye. Amid all of the dead and gone Crom well's, Cecily's found a resting place from the trials ol life. While this mod est inscription is the only guide to the grave ot the orphan girl: "CECILY, BELOVED WIFE OF OCT II. CHOMWKLL, AGED 19 YEARS." At first gossip's tongues were busy with this strange story, but as yean wore on it was ail forgotten and lost in the aunals of the past- Guy's grief was deep for his fair young wife, and for five years he mourned her loss, try- ne 'liotb10 drown his orrow in new scenes, both -M couritry and the old, and succeeding so .. ,T,.7 end of that time he settled do " , "Oaks," with Kate KingsdolT wife. He told her it was only a second love he could give her, his flrst being buried with Cecily, yet she was quite satisfied. aud Mrs. Cromwell's hopes were at hist realized. TllK hNU. Mr. John Baird's Reproduction of the Centennial. A number ot citizens were assembled by invitation last evening at the Spring Garden Institute, l'hilad, Iplna, to view the teproductiou in model form of the Centennial liuildiugs and Grounds which Mr. John ISaird has had con structed, ai'd which he purposes to make a free gift to the city of Philadel phia. The view of the model excited not only the admiration of those pres ent, but their astonishment that the lieautil'ul and won lerful scene iu the Park at the Great Exhibition ot 1870 could be bo exactly reproduced. There before them was everything that was in that enclosure or 3t acres every one of the nearly two hundred build ings, from the majestic "Main Uuild ing'' lo the tuaallest edifice every piece of okmi air sculpture, every statue, . veiy fountain, every road and path and lake and, In a word, every object of every description reproduced on :t piecise mathematical scale as to length, breadth and height, the scale being large enough to admit of the introduc tion of a statue, and to a fiord a model or the "Ma n Uuilding" nine feet iu length, thus leaving every object clear, di.-t not and individual. The materials are maible, metal, hard wood and ivory, the whole of it so colored as to show the hues and tints and material of the buildings as they stood during the Exhibition, aud ot tbe laudscae of the Park. Even the undulations of the ground ia the Park, are reproduced so as to exhibit the tojiography. We are not aware that there is any thing like it anywhere. Of course there are numerous models of famous or his toric buildings, in wood, iu paper mache, in plaster, in clay, some of which are very line, bnt here are bun diedsof buildings and object!1. There are models of cities also of wood or clay or plaster, but none of them that we know of comparable with this. It is irrand, comprehensive, exact iu every detail, novel and beautiful aud, as we believe, entirely unique. It is wholly or Mr. Kurd's own orig ination, aud constt ui ted wholly at his individual expense The production is so unique that no artisans could be found skilled and practiced in the kind of work required, aud so in one Beuse even these artists were generated as the model progressed. That it exists at all comes about iu this way. The Ceu teuuial ISoard ot Finance that w.i charged with the raising of the mil lions or money required by the Centen nial Exhibition is still In existence, it was created by act of Congress, an i cannot dissolve except by consent of Congress. Its affairs are all wound up its accounts all audited but there is a small balance of money remaining iu its possession so small a sum that auy attempt to divide it among the mil lion of shares of stock would eat up the whole of the money In expenses. It wa, therefore, contemplated by the Board at one time to devote this balance to such a marking of the Cen tennial grounds by memorial tablets as would ierpetuate a knowledge of the sites where the many buildings stood. This gradually took a wider scoe. liut the Directors of the Boards having doubts of their authority to us the money in any way not sanctioned by Congress, although Congress ha-1 no claim u:on this money, they abandoned the plan. But not so Mr. B.ird. Hav ing entered upou the matter as one of a committee, he studied out the sub ject, got fascinated with the Idea as it took form in his mind and acquired shape uuder his hands, and be resolved to go ou with it upon his own account to pay for it out of bis own purse and to make a gift of it to the Centen nial city. In order that what tbe Cen tennial was should be vls.ble In the concrete for all time. Such is the gen esis of this beautiful and unique pro duction. Public Ldgr, June 20. MEWS IN LUIIEF. The machinery palac of the Paris Exposition is the largest building ever constructed under one roof, and one third of its entire spaea is occupied by the American machinery exhibit. An odd sn.ike was discovered by O. F. William, of Patillo, Ga. The body of tins snake is no larger than a very small knitting needle, yet it is fifteen inches long. It seems" to be a very lively snake, and is coiled around some plants in a jar of water. The movemeuts or the little fellow aud the fact that it remains most ef the time under water would indicate that it is a variety of water serpent.- "The English Sappho" wa a sobriquet given to Mary Darby Kobin son. who acquired a reputation for beauty, wit aud poe.-y during the reigu of George I V. 0,ueen Margaiit.i. of Italy, and Mrs. ("Honanza") Mackay are the only two women, it is stated m a faihiou Journal, who have towns embroidered with real pearls; b it it is believed that there are several other women just as happy. A Montgomery farmer has a colt that has learii 'd to ring the farm bell by catching the rope in his teeth and prancing b ick and forth. He knows, too, when to ring it at daybreak, to awake the farm hands, anl at noon, to call them to dinner, and is never five minutes late or early. Au American painter, living lu Florence, has painted a big picture of Satan so "realistically'' that when a lot of young ieople who went to see it be gin to dance, the shaking of the can vas made the figure have such a sem blance of demoniac laughter that the dancers would not continue until the picture was covered. Workmen digging for the new sewers at Burlington, 't., came upon a group of three skeletons, supposed to be the remains of soldiers buried dur ing the war of lld. Arter the excava tion bad iimJa further progress six mora skeletons were found, two Iron buttons with "U. S." ou them, an old coin, a scarf pin and a small green glass bottle. Of the i JO, (100,000 of iersoual property left by w ills in the first quarter of in Great Britain the portion left to charity was but JL'3iH,f05. The three largest estates were Mr. Itylands', Manchester manufacturer and ware houseman, 2.57 1,". .;; Sir William Pearee's. Glasgow, shipbuilder, i,T, 009, 000. and Mr. W. J. Cooksou's, chemical manufacturer, iloSo.OOd. Beauty shows ire not quite a novelty. The InUrmediaire d-s CurcU eurs describes one held at Paris iu 1C55. In nunembrance of the oldest competition cf the kind, the prizes of"courseen aI'i'les- T1,e first lrlze WM France. andvui.tlie u.ea, with 1723 points byccLn lc w,f plained Most of the prizes were givi18' af front Normandy. laaies Ilider Haggard, the novelist, will visit Persia and surrounding countries unattended. He is au experienced traveler and is used to the ways of the Orient. When he starts off on an ex pedition like the one he now contem plates he buys a small dog to accompany him. This is the only weapon he takes with lain. A Newfoundland dog iu California, which lost its master, was found no less than three different times trying to dig open his grave. After the last visit, according to the San Francisco flu'Utin, the body, for some reason oi other, was disinterred arid the dog, upon sniffing the coffin, took to the woods and thereafter refused all food. Hereafter the Boston Board of Health will cause the public library card in each family where a contagious disease is found to exist, to be stamped, so as to indicate the presence of such a disease the.e. The library will there alter decline to allow other books to be taken out on this card until the conta gion has been stamied out from l' home, when books leturued Iroui such a locality they w ill b: disinfected. lu the largest jewelry shop in New York, where .I.ihm woith ot gold is used a day, the gold is not weighed out to the woi kmen, and nothing but the honesty of the employees prevents loss. But while the gold is allowed to bi thus exposed, tobacco has to be locked up, because it has been found that the man who would not steal a gram of bis employer's gold would not luasitate to appropriate his neighbor's tobaoco. A New Yoik jewelry has sen.t some wonderful brooehes to the Paris Exposition. They are gold enameled orchids, of fifteen varieties, each as per fect in its way as the product of nature. The stems are made green with em eralds. The coloring of the leaves is marvelous beyond description, testify ing to the extraordinary skill of the designer as well as the artistic sense and exquisite taste of the euamelei. A rare collection of photographs. Mr. I. V'andei bdt, of New Brunswick, N. J., who graduate 1 nith the class of '49 from Kutgers College, has present ed to the college museum his cu lection of photographs of Generals and other officers ol 'the late war, said to Le the largest of the kind in the country. The collection numbers over 1.0UJ pictures, aud includes every -Major Geneial. Brigadier General or h.gh otlicer of note. The pictures iu the collection are all taken from life, with the exception of one, Maj. Gen. A. W. Whipple, who was killed in battle, and whos-i rank was raised after his death. Mr. Spader was unable to get a photograph of this oflieer, but tbe publishers of the Can fury borrowed one, winch they repro duced iu print. One of the print copies fills the vacant place lu the collection. It is amazing how policemen on the Bn oklyu Bridge are plied with question. One of them thus talks about some of his experience: "Sometimes a man will come up to urn ou a warm day and take his hat off for five min utes, while the river breeze cools his bead. He aks all kinds of q jestions. How long my hours are, w hat my pay is, how I like my work, and such things. 'Well,' said one man to me once, after talking with me a little while, 'you're a lucky man. Dou't ever try to do anything else. I wish I were a olIceman.' Do you know, ona man used to come to me every day all one summer and talk for half an heur. It seemed as if his face got o'der every day. He used to say to say to me: 'Talk to me: tell me about your work.' He seemel to like to I in teu to me. Once I asked him why be did hot go away, the summer was so warm. He looked hard when I said that, and ans wered that he was too busy. He stopped coming in August, and I after ward found out that he faded in Wall street."
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