• • . • • C . • - • 1` • • • • • 'THE CARLISLE HERALD, Puhlrehed otory Tintriday morning by' WEAKLEY 3i WALLACE, EDITORS AND PROPRIETORS. (Vet in Rheeneri Hall, in roar .of the Court House. 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CARLETON They've get a bran new organ, Sae, befall their fuss and search;. They've done Dist what iboy said Aey'd do, And fetched it into church, They're bound the critter sii,ll;e soon, And on the preacher's rigilt, They've hoisted up their now machine In everybody's sight. They've got a chorister and choir, Ag'ti err voice and vote, For it was never err desire . • To praise the I.rd by note. I've been a.ojptor good and true For flan an' thirty year; 'I 'no Bon o what scorned ley part to de, An' prayed my duty dear; I've sung the hymns both atom and quick, Just as the preacher r•ad. And twice, when Deacon 'rabid Wan sick, I took the fork an' led I And now, their bold, new fan gind %rap+ =I And I, right in Loy hitter days Am icirly crowded out I Ttodny the protcher, good old dear With tears nll In h. eye., Read---- , 1 cnn rend my title clear I= I alleys like that I.l.e•ed 111111— 1 ,Cpost, 1 ,111 It HOTL,,Pw fp-mine, rtr wh,rd, In g rl II Ottoorlild ; But when that choir got op to Ring I enn:dn't catch n word; • They idlog tho lured dog gore , lent thlng A body eeor heard I Some worldly chops woo snipdin' near, An' whim I need thorn grin, ' I hid farewell to every fear, And boldly wndod In.'• I though t I d chime their tune along, An' tried date nII my might; Dnt though my voice Is goo:I an' strong, I couldn't steer it right; {Thou they was high, then I was low, ==!l And I too fast or they too slow To" mansions In the skins,"- after itvary Verne, yon know They played a little tuna; I didn't understand, no' no IEE2=E11!1!1!! I pltchod it pr . tty utithill a' high I fu:chuttn lunty tuna, But uh, Masi I found that I singa there alone! 'rimy laughed I nin to;cl,, lint 1 bad done my bent; •nd not it. way of trouble rolled Ac rum my p.crful bronst fa.d oieter lirottn—lfrould but look— bbo olio right front of rna ; Bite never wee itivaingini book, An' over wont to ba ; not woo nho arnyn trim' to do Thu boat mho could, bho Held ; Sho nndurstood thO time, light threltlgh Au' kap' It, with her Lund; Bet %vim eke tried this mornln . , oh I had to laugh, or cough! It kap' her head n bobbin' on, It non u'ruchtt came off An' Deacon Tobli—ho all nick° down Aeolus might well suppose; He took one look at aiater Brown, And meokly scratched hts•noeo. Ho looked Itis . hymn book through an' throuill And laid It on the mat, 'And Own a penslVO sigh he drew, Aud looked completely boat. An' when they took another bout, He didn't oven rim ; But drawed his red handanner out, An' wiped Ills weepin' oyes. No berm a ciator, good an' true, For tiro an' thirty year; I'To 110110 What eeentrill nay tart to do An prayed my duty dear; But death will atop any color, I know, For ho Is on nay track ; And Guano dray, I to church will go, And never more come tract ; nd when the Polka got up to sing -honeler that time ',ball be-- not want no PATENT thing 'Malin' over nth I 1741" OF TH YORLD. 'lced clatabrcul ow rocks and 'es, anion which bhickberry nor, fliz3g their ibrig arms "hero and everywhere in wild itxuriance, It was tiresome ag the hill. But there was roll] the top of it, theytold dog ass artist, but from t frSin choice, fine views what lie was in,search of ; hoped on, tearing hhi olothos , hindhe a top, and sat down to rost look-ever the landscape. really , a 'beautiful picture 3ad -out-before-his eyes: a' was a charming little. val 7 gla Whose green, sunshine , neadows a,river ran singing to the, sea. Willows loaned from tho loiq banks to dip 'their a branches in the limpid waters.' .rm houses were . nestled here and there in clumps of gnarled old apple. trees, and lilac bushes grew beside the gateways, odormis . -now. with ° bloom. Beyond the , valley,' mountains lifted their -purple summits to the soft blue sky of 'summer time, shutting it in like a wall from the world outside. "It is like Acadia," ho said, "I must m . ake a,pioture of it." Ho heard a crackling in the dry loaves of th , ,+ last year's growth, and tinned to 800 from whence the sound proceeded._ ,A girl was coming toward him, un ennscious of any:presence save'her own. She had been gatliorhigferns and flow, ors, aml. ad, wove herself a crown of trailitig . rbutiis and featherly maiden's hair. , .--- -, Has' 'Reed — lid a, keen- eye for the beaoilful,-and he watched her intently. tied; face was a pretty ono, fair, clear, and , oval, with tints of wild rose in cheeks, and-stains of the strawberry on her lips, which curved away from tooth like ivory. "Her eyes were,like a ohilds, deep, blue and beautiful. bier hair rippled at its will over her •shouldere, and the delicato'forns wound themselves out and iluansong its meshes, whore - the linniihine seemed to have tantred, itself. : °She would make_ a, beautiful pis turp. " thought Basil. "I Wish Iconic] Octet' her just as she looks , noW." '- sl.le-hat down on a fallen tied and pi,.. - gins ' sorting her ferns andfloriors, and , '., i . .. e • - - ;• . 1 , f oi 1- 'o,4' ' • ' 0 - „ . . . • •• - .-1.• •,...; . ,li. , ' jot . - T- ,_. -...: -.. ~. i', • 2 ,„•,..., 0 i l l . , •-:-. • • .. ' --,- :4-, 1, e 'a - • . , Viii 0 - N,..,,. . \ I • ' , , ;•::: ,' 1 A 4.5 , ~ .1, 2 ; ts A ..r 1 ,-„, ~... 4 , r&.,, _ 4, -1, ' i 5. i , ~ i s '..,?- ''k ~ ~,. • - - 4 71 . t o , 4: - e -..- -,.*-4 ' j ' '' v. ..- d ..,t- , ) --.---- - - ~. ,.. t . - ;:x.; , . _4 4,1 : kl; ,' ' lf it .4'i 1.9„t ;72 ,-i'y ,i,E 4 . • V:, .., . , ho opened his sketch-book amd began to sketch her. For half an hour he was busy; stroke by stroke his pencil trans, ferrod tho scone to Paper, and wrought out tho features and form of that girl, who imagiued•horself the solo occupant .of:that wr d, lonely, beautiful sppt. "There I" he exclaimed as ho added the last touch. I will work it into -a pietnfo some day, andrall it the !Nymph of tho Wooqs,' or something like that." -So absorbed had ho became in the finishing tenches Of the sketch that he had forgotten Hie presence of the girl. She sprang np as be spoke and started to run from the spot. Hearing - her steps, he hastily recollected him Self, and called at her not to be frightened„ — She stopped at the sound of his voice, and ho came toward her with his sketch book. Ho held it out for her inspection. She took it Shyly, and glanced over the sketch. • A pleased lookcame into her eyes. "Oh it's bcautifui," she cried. "Dic you draw it ?" " Yes, I drew it," he tins3vered. "I am glad y like, it. - I am going to paint a picture from it sometime." In that way Basil Reed began his an quaintance with Cassie Parley. An rm . quaint:ince which developed at once.into an ardent admiration for the artist on her part,. and an interest in the ignorant ceinatry maiden on his., . 1 " I want to got hoard in some family near by," hetsaid, as ho rose and began to prepare to descend the hill, after an hour had slipped away in conversation. " Can you toll n;c3 where I can find it?" "Perhaps mother would take you lu" she said. That's our place," pointing to a pieturesge all farm house in a nest of trees. I wish sh would." . 1.10 smiled at he, artlessness, It was something hew . not used to, coming as he did fr the city. " I think I will go home with yon and eel," ho said aritl they went cloWn the ndl t, , gother. Farloy decith;d to take tho fcl iow to bo:u4" after much deliberation. She "Ir, cd tu sl:o said, hut then ono didn't malt° umch it? - elle° anyhow, and she lilted to 'outrUno dale' if also could. do lhsil Reed became an inmate of the Farley family, which lilonsisted of Mrs. Farley and 14,r da4liter. 311.. Fm ley had been dead for sonic) years, and his widow with an energy which few prlssessed, carried on the farm, with hired help, and " made it pay," she said with a groat deal 'of pride in the assertion. Basil Heed discovered that there was not'inuch similarity 'of tastes between mothe'r and daughter. Mrs. Was a born "calculator" ati the phrase goes in the country ; one who liked to work for the sake of the money it broFht in. She cared little for the higher things of life. 8, , 0ks and flowers never "bothered CaS:dC 114 Id a mind and taste for other thing, than the life of work and seharn log drudgery. She to read, to tend her flowers, to dream. She knew nothing of the - world outside the hills, save what she had learned ftom books. It was like a fairy land to her imagi nation. Coining directly from this world of which she new so little, it is not to ho wondered at that Basil titled impressed, her with a sense of superiority to the' men and wdinen she knew. Ho was educated, cultivated, and fascinating. In short, he was her ideal, and she loved Let me do Basil Reed justice and say that I doinet think he tried to win her love. lie pitied her, and tried to !mile her life inure pleasant. lib could Teel hew barren it was, iind ho tried to put a little sunshine in it, by giving'her his friendship. On those rununcr days. They were so sweet, so daugei onsly sweet to CaSsio„ She thought he loved her. His voice was tender and Fort, his face gentle and kind. She could not know that ho,, , .yas 'always as ileferential to other won ak he was to her. Ho had an intrinsic gallantly in his nature .that womanhood called into action, But, :rummer of Criesio'n love, like all oth .suimners, ended at last ; and .ono day Basil Reed aenounced Lie inten tion of going back to the city next day. And the'next day ho went. lle bade Cassio good-bye .by the maple tree at the gate. Tho girl's face was white with Haim of parting. Something in her oyes Id I how much sin) dreaded to let h in go " Yod musn't forget me, Ciwaie, hired," lie nid ; "it has been a pleasant summa• to me, mid among its, pleasant est Memories in your friondsh ip. ' "Oh, won't t oiger you," sho-said, simply ; but he, knew she meant what she said.. ---" I strati cone balk next summer," ho said holding - dier hand in, his for a moment ; "I shall got tired of the city again, and the memory of S 7 our . pinks and roses will. prove irresistible, and— you will 'see me back again.': Her eyes lighted up radiaUtly: Ho was coming back again! ".Weli, good-bye, and—don't 'forgot inn.," And lie" Gone I but he had loft ouch a 'sweet promise behind Lim. Ile would cqiiia back again. Amid her loneliness,. that , thought _was - like , a ray of suhishino. thasie - got to thinking by and' by, only onho - time when the man she loved would come back to hers It was always Of next summer . that .sho dreamed. That was to bo the . golden summer 'of her life. The winter ended, and the apting came, and 'violets blossomed on the hills, and .arbutuh mad() bright the shady nooks. And Suminer is near,". she said;" "and when Summm• is hero, he will collie." . • „ And Summer came. 'Cassie mado her little garden bright with bloom, and beauty. Ear face was full of glad, eager expects nay. Her eyes shone like stars, She went about the house sing ing lilio a bird ail day. ',Her mother "couldn't thinlc what Mid . got hitC , 016 girl, she was so chipper.” ~• And one day Basil, camo. Tho :stage stopped at the gate, and ho alighted, and with him a woman, young and beset!. Something made Cassia shiver, • 4 % ' , I Mid you I would come back," h. said, tiaylY'r, ," I have brought -some one with me CaSSIO ;th is my wife. Wa a nt you' to like, o oh ~ other for my a . I / 'His wife ! and she had looked forward so eagerly to this coming of the man she loved I Looking in her face, he' read the struggle which was torturing her, and knoW she had loved him. " Poor Child,l'ho thought, "sho know so littlo of the ways of tho world. I'm sorry for hor." It Was a hard and bittor lemon winch Cassie learned of the' WOrld's ways. That night she sat beside her little-win dow, and wondefed if she wat the same girl slid had been that morning. She felt so changed—so- old—so weary of everything. "Oh, I loved hini mid" she sobbed. " I loved him so I" God pity her and us I Wo have some of us had just such lessons to loam, and we know how . Way wrench the heart, and make ovory string quiver in exqui site torture. It is ao hard to wake up prom our dreaming tb find that our dream was nothing but a dream. Yoßic LETTER. c: STROLL ON BROADWAY-STREET SCENES -THE PEOPLE WE MEET-PEN POlt TRAITS OF AN M. C.-BUFFALO BILL A MYSTBRIOUI3 STILANCIERSTE.WART S IMEMEE! NEW Toni, March 9, 1872. ir Lavater, the physiognomist; could be brought to life and walk down Broad way, tho old man's heart would be glad dened at the verification of his peculiar knowledge of human naturo that would be found written on tho faces attic pass ing crowd. I suppose there in no place in the world whore a man noes such distinctive shades of nationalities and expi'dssions as in a stroll on a fair afternoon down Broadway. Intellect in rats and rascal .ity in broadcloth ; countenances creased with crime and care ; eyes alight with the excitement of traffic in bodios and souls; lips with their last lie upon them, almost quivering ad Mr" sight; and "human form's. divine" that have'be cam the temple of tho worst pals-mns and vices of mankind. There is beastly enough to maim a bachelor break his vows, but, 'robed in thl fasltion of the day, you cannot tell 7isether it belongs to the great baremdfepresented by thirty thou Sand honest*, r prostitution, or to a virtuous home Thom is age, vonarablo, aristocratic and adorned with its silver locks, but, for all you know, it is fresh from the battle fields of Wall street, where it has boon instrumental in sand ing a skeleton into I score of households. Then, there ate the piler—God help them ! Tho poor towing' girls in their threadbare garments' ; the poor old wo men who nit in the cold blante on the street corpora and sell newspapors ; the poor Chinese patiently waiting for some; body to purchase their choap cigars; the poor blind people Who grind out the sad dirge of their life on a hurdy-gurdy, and are:grateful for a trifle; the poor boys akd girls who brush the mud from the hir'oet crossings that you may pass over dry shod, and ask with their plead-, log eyeand pinched faces for ""Oulya penue, please, sir ;'' the omnibus drivers —thoso Cossacks of city civilization, whose hand is literally raised against every man, as they invite him to coma in out of the cold, and who sit from ' morning till nigl+on their frigid ' pedes• talc like so many animated icebergs, never so lively as when the atmosphere 6if degrees below zero, trhe4"do they all find an ahjding place!! That's the . question. Cheap lodgings and the 'station houses, whore humanity is packed together in a filthy mans that taints the air with corruption,.fell ono part of the story ; Potter's field and the l'eniten tiary toll the rust. Yet outside of these graver shadows, the picture is still maqe interestin g by the people you meet...) The social and political " lions%-ere always visible, and with true dprfi;cratio indpondsMce you may elbow your way among celebrities who range frog a prize-fighter to n ProSident. Take my arm for a saunter dOwnißrondway and let me point out a few. That finely dressed man in front of the Starling House, with the form of an Apollo, and a flgnre Cita looms np head above the majority of the passing people, is Noonan, the "Benicia Boy." Ilis brolten.nose, tiwi,,,rolic of a twenty four foot ring, but,sfilightiy disfiguros modest countenance, and the unassum ing and peaceffil hearing of the man is in keeping , with the general character which he has maintained since ho atian doned the muscular profession. He has thousands of :friends,,.e.SPeeially .among the local politicia:Ms - Perhaps , we shall meet John Morrissey, albeit )when in town he holds forth at the Hoffman Douse. Take six foot of human stature, pad it solidly with two hundred and ten or twenty pounce, avOirdnpois, givo it a• pair of broad shoulders and hips; a steady undorpin ning, and It gait every motion of which is indicative of power ; mown the whole with a massive bead, black hair, keen, dark eyes, an imniohilo face and mouth, though slightly shaded i j a monstacho and beard, and marred by another brokon nose, and you have as good . , pentt'fgratM as I can make of theifarnoits . fighter, M. C. and Millionaire. Speaking of fighting, here comes a man in whom you will be „interested— Buffalo Bill, a real bordor hero, who for' the first time has traveled east of the Mississippi river. William Cody is his true tumid, but in life wild Jiro among the frontiorsmom spouting among In dians and scalping Apaches, he has won soubrignee that has already been made famous in roreance.and the drama. Ned Buntline has cleverly " done"him in a five-act play full 'of thrilling border ,scenesthat hal' sot the Bowery boys wild wificilelight: You will notice that, ap parently, thorb is not a 'imam cameo of flesh on his superb frame ; that it is knit together as 'with hookeof steel, and is lithe - and elastio; - •lfo,movias - alorig 'with an easy, swinging stride ; hie foot and hands aro email, but ho fools uncomfort able out, of the moccasins and leather leggins. He has a young faro, but What a world ,of..charmiter is written On it. Although - thelong iir - Own hair 'swooping down On lho shoulders 'of the heavy blanket overcoat May savor of a. bit of romance in his compoeition j a . single look Into a pair of 'gray eyt - 4' that you, oani\ot, help assOoiating with a riflo bar rel, dispels the notiOh that there is any nonsense abour man—anything but di6 tense, Aar f, high-strung courage' of ono wly car , sies his life in hie' hand, and,brahai - enongh, in the languagn CARLISLE, PENN'A., THURSDAY MORNING, IVIARCH 14, 1872. Bawkeye,- to " Sarcumviint the pesky rddskins." Ho returns to his' post In a few days. Yonder goes another character=a strange compound who for ton years has Walked Broadway, apparently "th e e world unknowing and by the world. unknown." I have never yet seen a than who kne - tv MS panic or liutiness only this, that ho came from Europe in well-to-do circumstances, accomyanicd by his wife and daughtel. ; that ono died and the other was ruined, since whit:di time he has pursued his lonely way among men. lle dresses meanly, but walks as if he ovnied the street. There is a' wild glare in his oyes, heightened perhaps by a pair of iron spectacles, and a, savage . firmness about the lips, as if he feared som6 mighty secret might escape ,them. Altootlitir it is a face - whiCh oven in the crowd of Broadway prints itself on the memory and conies up among the ghosts of after hours. But I am transgressing the proper lim its of a hitter, and mast close wren iu the middle of my chapter. 1 might go on by the hour and describe notabilities —the Japanese princes, Greeley, Gilkey hell, ,Rohn and his learned wig, Walt Whitinan the poet, Mink Josh Billings, Timothy Titcomb, Thomas' Nast the caricaturist, and dozens of persons whom you are likely to-meet ilr a walk;' yet thoy must be held in reserve for another day. Of lo' c' al events there have been 710110 ".eworth recording. The tidal of Stokes ' drags its slow leligth along ; that of the Mayor is still pending. Murders, sui cides and mysterious dead men make up , the rest of the preression of New York items. Tho weather grows decidedly' "Marshy," and, though clear, the clouds of dust that play-their mad pranks and whirl in eddies up io one's ers,..ears anel nose, , make a day's tramp • anytkipz bat agreeable. It may intere4 tae ladies to know that Stewrrt has had a gram', opc•nine or cumin - ra , ltion. , ,'whi. It for flume days attrac: , d thomi.mo.s ol• the :.ex and ronstiltited the moss i.rigniticcmt dry goods spectacle ~ v er soon in 1111101 in.. The Appleton:.; ;.10 about pro:litchi:4s one of the most beautiful "books ever published— Piaui clone Ain criea• ' a series or exquisite pictures and de scriptions of 'pier urestme localities. " Windom Teeth .for Little People," collection of useful knowledge for chil dren in tho -nursery and out of it, has been prepared by Mrs. F. G. Do Fon taine, and promises to be a valuable moans of education in the hands of mothers. By the way, the cheayest place in New York for the publication of a book or pamphlet ia the Journeymen 'Printers' Co-operative Association. 'Thoy are turning out, elegant 'work in every de partment of the art, and making steady headway as an " instfan"fbhat trateS the power and profits of proper combination among tikillod artisans. THIS WIFE Shi; was a beautiful girl when I fir 4 WSW her. She was standing up at the side of her lover at lye marriage alter She was slightly pale—yet ever arid anon, as the ceremony proceeded, a faint tinge of crinison crossed her beaus tiful cheek, She the reflection of a sunset cloud upon the clear waters of a Quiet lake. Her lover, :as he clasped her liana within his own, gazed on her a few momeiits with unmingled admiration ? and warn; and eloquent blood shadowed at intervals his manly forehead, and' melted in beauty on his lips. And they gave themselves to ono another in the presence of Heaven, arrd. every heart blessed them as they went their way rejoicing in their ItiVe.• Years passed on, and I again saw those lovers. They were seated together where the light. of sunset si rle thiough the half-closed crimson curt ins rending a rich or tint in the delicate carmling and the exquisite ombollishm eat of the rich' and gkirgeonii apartment Time had slightly- changed than ur outward appearance. The girlltlA buoyancy o•C the one 11.0 indeed given place to the grace of perfect womanhood, and her lips wore smiler/ha, paler, and a faint line of care was slight , ,ty perceptiWe on her brow. Her husbatull's brow, too, was marked somewhat more deeply than hisagli t suk.ll. , .w.trrant ; anxiety, and ambition; and pride, had grown over it and left their traces upon it . ; a silver hue had mingled with the dark in his haii; which had becoaie thin around his temples, almost to baldness. Ile was reading on his splendid 01 ternan, with his face half hidden by his 'hand, as if he feared that' the deep and troubled thoughts which op pr, nrcd hime .Imo via ible upon his feature. "Edward, you ate raid_ liis wife, In a low, 'sweat; half-inquiring voice, as she laiddier hand upon his own. Indifference from those we love is terrible to the sensitive bosom. It is as if the silint tifheaven refused its wonted cheerfulness, and glared upon us with a cold, dim and fot bidden glance. is dreadful to feed that' the only Wing' of our lop refuses to ask' our sympathy— , that, he broods over the feelings which ho scorns or fears to revcal—drdadful to watch the convulsive and the gloomy brow, the indefinable shadows of hidden emotion—the involuntary sightof sort:ow in which we. are forbidden to participate, and whose charnel or we cannot icnow. wife essayed once mere " Edward," she said ,slowly, mildly and affectionately;. "the tune has been when you. wore willing to confide ydur secret joys and, sorrows to one oh!) has never, Iltyst,, betrayed your confidence Why thou my dear 'Edward, is thiscrund ,reserve ? You are troubled and yet re fusq to` toll me the cause:" Something of returning tenderness softened for au instant tho.cold - severity of the husband's features, but it passed away, and a bitter smile was his only reply. • Time passed on, and ; the twain wore separated from each other. The, husband sat gloomly and • alone in tiro damp cell of a dungeon. ~De had followod ambi tion as a God, and had •failed in a high 'eareor':: Ho had Mingled with mon wluim his heart ldathed; ho had sought out the &era and wronged spirits of,,tho land, and had breathed into them the madnoss 'of reionge. He had .draWn his owtird against his country ho had fanikd "reliollion to -a flame, and it ,had been quonclipd. in 4umnu blood: - Ho' lind fallen, miserably fallen, and was doomed to die the death of a traitor. "Edward," said hiS wife, in -an-earn est but faint and low voice, which in dicated extreme and fearful debilit4 "we have not a moment, to lose. By an exchange of garments you will bo able to pass out unnoticed. Haste, or we may lie too late. Fear nothing for me. lam a woman, and they Will not injure me for my efforts iebehalf of a husband dearer than life "Margaret, said the .husband, "you look Sadly ill.. on cannot breathe the air of this dreadful coll." " Oh, speak not tome, my dearest Edward," said the devoted woman, "I can endure anything for your sake. Baste, Edward ; all will be well," and she aided with a trembling hand to die guise the proud form of her husband in female garb. "Farewell, my love, my preserver," wh'isporea the husband in thepar of the dit.guiscd wife, as the officer sternly re minded the supposed lady; that the time allotted to her visit had expired. "Farewell ! we shall not moot ag,fain," responded the wife ; and. the husband passed nut unsuspected, 'and escaped the enemies of his life. :They did 'men again—the wife and husband ;:liut 'only as the' dead may ,ment;iii the awful communiugs of au other world. Affection had borne up her exhausted spirit until the last great purpose of her exertions wore accom plished in the safety of liar ,husband-- and when the boll tolled on the morrow, and the pi i!4 , l:lol''S cell was.,,opened the guards found, wrapped in the habili ments of their dostined. , vietim, the pale but beautiful corpse of the dpvotixl ifo.. HA r AD I - E L ly7 URAL Harry ey was plowing away on the last knit' of a twenty acre lot, and fool ing very comfortable over the thought that It is spring plowing was almost done, when he saw his neighbor, Mark Trow bi idge, driving slowly past, iu company with his Vile, who War , seldom to be seen away front home. " hang me, if 1 don't 'rug over and see Lucy," said Harry, as he hit his horses a smart cut with the whip, to hurry them to Ile end of the bout. "They are going to town, and• will be gone three hours, at leant, by the way old Mark driven. I can stay two hours and a-half with Lucy, and get back again before they conic Immo." And the young'man hitched, his team to the fence, over which he bounded and walked away to the house in a double quick, as though every minute now wars doubly precious. He was almost out of breath when ho entered the house, which paused his MO • Hier to inquire rather anxiously what was the matter. Wilhollt heeding her question lie pulled oil his brogans, loav lug them lying in the middle of the room thing his v ()miming niotho , was ser.-e ell a .liad .;cc L.P., Then he eurpriir..ll her still more by run ning, rather leaping, up hairs, there steps at a tine, to his own room. Hero ho pulled ow a pair of calf-skin boots, took off his blue frock, and iillbatitated therefore a white linen coat. --- It was a raw day in April, and farmer Trowbridge, when ho started for town, had put on phis overcoat. Eutillarry's blood was at a fever heat, and he imag inetfit,Winen coat and straw hat would be jusF the thing. After tilling his pockets with chestnuts vterewith to bribo Eddie Trowbridge into secrecy, ho stole to Ids sister's room, and emptying the contents of the cologne bottle into-his hand, applied it without stint to hair and handkerchief. Then seeing a scar let ribbon on the table, he appropriated it far a necktie, gave himself an approv ing glance in the mirror, d:,abeil clown s, s':ao teed I int front door after him, and Was gone. " in tie world is Harry up to mica r' t exulainwilMrs. Grey, In wonder, n.t; she ,imed from her work to watch tho fist receding (iga,iv of her son. " is going to see Lucy Trowbridge, I gness," mplied Harry's sister, 0 de mure little damsel, whowas busy ironing. " You know, mother, that her father and mother have gouo away. Won't there be a scene, though; if they get home before Harry leaves." . • "Your brother is the biggest simple ton I know of," exclaimed. Mrs. Gray ,with spii it. "There's Clara 11eamer, just as good-looking and smart tin Lucy, and she thinks the world and all of Harry, and her follcs.are always inviting -him over, while Luoy's father won't cxcm it her look at him if lie can help, 10' • InMy'ls worth a4liman such rattle brains as Clara," said her daughter, "and ,I do belicie Mr. Trowbridza had rather have Lucy marry Harry thanany ono else. Bat" ho thinks a girl should never think of a lover till she is a horrid old maid, and too ugly to got ono. Ha keers Limy as • close. nailer his eye as though Rho wore a baby instead of a grown up woman. I declare if. I wero in her plans now I'd elope the first dark night. But I .believe Lucy would see 'Harry married. to Clara Mame, and pine away to 'a shadow. about it before shp 4ould do that." ilmoy Trowbridge .had taken her so4t by Li win ow, wherO she sat quietly - - t sowing„' until the buggy containing her parents Was out of sight; then she threw dowh-lter woyk, and stood, gazing fer'a few mbreohm gown the pleasant road along whielt,hhoy - had disappeared. - .Thog'sliciAshod her hair till it shone like Satin, toil fastened a knot of blue ribbon ainong ,the hraids, after doing which she resumoil hot seat and - het work.- Did she expect that Harry Grey Would conic ? Ho had not boon in her stern father's hence Sur 'ett.r ; she had not spoken with a montit,fliouirli" sho•could coo NM at his work in hiii . fields be:Vend., her father's meadow al % most every day:‘ Her father, she knew, would be angry into visited her, • and ft should cometoltis knowledge, and yet she hoped lie would come., Lucy was, not ion& kept in uncertainty, fur he wall soon semicoming up the Jane, followed olOsoly by Eddie, with his hands full of chestnuts. „ Tim young man's pants wore tuokod in Lis boots, and bho wind Was flapping / 4,h° skyt of life coat' about ,unntoreil r ully, )4ilo tho qra'w hat Was only kept in its plaoo by its owner's hands: jouci3iondoracimbut :frank hal,l brought her lover out in summer apparel, when nature had not so much as put on a leaf of hors. Harry tossed his hat on the flow:, and sat down bafere the glowing Inn, stretch ing out his hands over the blaze, a'ppreci ativoly, for, truth to toll, he felt rather chilly, than otherwise, while Lucy sat down by the window to watch Alio road lost soma mishap should bring her parents home . pormaturely, and Eddie took possession of the rocking ,chair, where with the cat purring in his lap, ho amused himself by watching the young mph:, and Occasionally throwing a chestriit,at Harry's nose, which hap pened to be a prominent feature. Harry, of course, wanted to talk of love, but hei.v could he 'with that urchin's eye fixed upon him? But Eddie was all unconscious, and ate is chestnuts with a relish, saying to Otlself, "It's most, all-fired stupid hero, and I'd just like to go and fly my. kite. There's a glorious wind, (how it did toss his coattail, though,) but I won't budge an inch till he gives mo the rest of them chestnuts. His pocket its bulging out with 'ern." Had Harry had the benefit of those whispered words his pocket would, without doubt, have been emptied in a trice, but he was 'kept in ignorance of the youngster's wishes, and Eddie remained obstinately stationary, notwithstanding Harry - made ' several 'remarks ivell calculated to lot the juvenile know that his chair might, with propriety, be vacated. At length the clock streek four, and Lucy went about preparing supper. She put the kettle over, made biscuits and then signified her intention of going to the smoke house for a ham. Harry took his hat and followed, glad of s a chance at last to escape Eddie's vigilance. Lucy unlocked tb door of the smoke house, and Harry stepped in to got ono of the hams. He took it down, and holding it in his hand, was on the point of saying something sentimental which he had been rehears ing in his mind all the afternoon, when the old people drove up to the gate. Lucy snatched the ham from her lover, and whispered in an agitated voice, as she closed the door : • " You can't come out now, Harry, stay where you aro till you hear me sing ing Old Hundred,' and theri run across the fields." So Harry was left, in utter darkness. "I've a good mind to go right out and board the lion in his don," ho muttered, as ho leaned against the smoke-begrimed wall of hisprison.• Presently ho hoard the key turned in the lock, and realized that he was. fastened iu. t The fariner„ in passing from the bard , to the house, saw that the smoke house was unlocked, and locked it, putting_tho key. into hiS pocket. When her parents and Eddie were seated at the table, Lucy took a pail and Went out to the well, singing loudly and clearly that sweet old tune ' Old Hun dred.' Then, without looking at the smoke house, she Caine in and took, her place at the table. "I wondor where- Harry, Grey is?" Paid Mr. Trowbridge. "His horses aro tied to tho fence, and I know by the look ho has'nt turned a furrow this after- noon.", Eddie looked very wiso,.but him sister trod on his toes to ipako him keep still. " up to theNhouse, no doubt," said his wife. " Clara Beamor is theyo, with hor hair all in ringlets. Thoro'll be a match, should'nt wonder."' " Well, I should then'," said Lucy's father. '°What dons any sensible man want with such a gal about as she is. Why sormor than sco that happen Vd give Harry leave to court our Lucy three'or four years from now." Nothing Curthor wag said until tho farmer grumbled : "These hams wisrn't half smoked, I must take thorn in hand," and true to 1 his word, 'as soon as ho roes from the liable ho procured an old kettle and made 11 smudge which ho carried to the smoke house. He removed a plank which covered a small square hole, left there for the sake of convenience, through which" he thrust biti kettle of smoking corn cobs and.sa:Ast. l Then he re-placed the plank, loft the hams,Lpd, alas, Hamm too, to be thorouglalcaneeked. Lucy l watched these proceedings with Interest, thankful that her signal had given Harry time to .escape. But her feelings underwent a change when Eddie, with a comical look, toldirer that '.her. beau' was locked in the smoke house. Without waiting to see whether she ,was observed or not, • shvbastened to the smoke house cud removed the smoking, kettle. " Harry, Harry !" sho caned In a hurso whispor. "Is that you, Lucy? I'm in purgatory. :Have-you taken that confounded thing out ? -Pm blind as a bat, and my thrmit is full of,snoe and ashes." ' Harry's voice come from near 'the ground. "I cannot liberate you at present., • Harry ; father has the key. But I'll bring you some supper, and when ho goes to bed I'll get the key. and_ release - you." In a few. minutes a 'plate of edibles was shoved through the aperture and the . board' returned to its place. But, as illdtiek Tad have it, the farmer iliscoveted,- by the absence sof stoolco about the crevices, that his sleek° .had gone out, so the board" was again re moved and tho'fitimer's arm thrust in to get the kettle, but histead' of that Harry's untouched supper brought to light. • " "Well, this p . tiPs - trio ia cap shoat o . .everything I over hen:ril tell of."' Just thou a, ham fell to the ground NyStlk it dull thMl, sending a - cloud of ashes into the farmer's face, for ho was still kneeling before the h*. , "There, What'on earth' can 1 eat be? Well, I've got to search into the rmitt6i or tshitil always think the smoke house' was haunted." - So Baying, ho opened the door, when the form of Harry, unrecognizable in his boat of nkhos and soot, roes up before h m. ,Tho farmor stopped back and yollod ad ho Toluntarpy grasped bisjack kaifc. !, Murder Murder.!" "stop, man, stop. Don't.call them all Nout,'.! mj . ho glanced, ruefully at hie dirty coat. „ • . "A ill& I A thief I" again roarei Mrs TkUlmidge, and 'by this time all with the exception of Lucy were on-tho spot . lIIMI "It's 'only I, neighbor; don't. you know mo ?" . , Harry folt rather, sheepish, and. could not help speaking so. "Who ?" ."Harry Grey." , • " Well; you're in a nice pickle. I doubt if Clara Hcamor would'know you, or woulu own it if she did. What aro you doing hero P' , • , All at :once Harry felt as bold as a lion. "I want your daughter, Mr. Trow bridge. Will you give her to me?" " Wore you lying here in ambush watching your, chance to steal her P" " Ng; butif -you don't give her to me you may ropont it. I shall never ask again." " That moans ho will marry Clara Beamer, and I should repent it then," thought ;the farmer as ho scratched his head, meditatively. Presently ho said "Eddie, go •call Lucy." She came out; shortly, hanging her head and blush ing deeply. "Lucy, do you want to marry this chin - M(3y sweep.'? " If you please, father." " How long will you wait?" ' "As.lolig as you say, if—" "If what?" - "If you will let him come over onto in a while." " And, Harry,,how long will you wait?" "Ono your:" • The farmer scratched-his head again. • " Well, you can have her, and. s'pose I'll have to let you coins over as often as you please. But see that you keep out of the smoke house," and with flat spoken gruffly onongh, the farmer walked off. Harry was soon 'on his way home, whistling merrily, despite his forlorn ap pearance. Ile nearly frightened his mother and sister out of their wits when he bolted into their presence. They listened to his story, and at its conclusion agreed with him, that, although a ludicrous occurrence, it was a Very fortunate ono. 1101 V SHE 0 WIRD 111 M. =I They wore playing a waltz at Mrs. Moreland's, and as the wild German masio fldated out upon the air in en trancing strains, Jessie Lorain looked out upon the RQ6IIO trim: the heavy win dow drapery,-where she stood half con cealed for the last two hours. There was ii . haunted look on the fair sWeet face, and a passionate pain in the groat dark oyes, which deepened and intensi fied as they watched the waltzers, and one couple in 'particular, keeping exact time to the music. They were a lady and a gentleman. The lady, the fair, stately Miss TAnly, whose blonde ourls swept her partner's shoulders and arm, as she leaned towards him in the dance. The gentleman, handsome Lawrence Lorain, who had forgotten his young wife all this time in the presence of Miiis Li:fly'', society. Poor Jessie Lorain was nothing but a country girl. A little innocent-hearted wildwood plant that had been trans planted to this perfumed atmosphere of hot-house pleasure and vanity. -She was obliged to leave her cozy parlor night after night for the ball room, the opera, or the theatre ; then ,to be left in the corner and neglected, for some more regal beauty. All, becausoshe had no taste for gayeties ; didn't like to dance, and didn't know how to flirt. There was a pitiful look on ramie's face just now, ,as she watched the dancers, and wished she was more like Miss Lindly, then, perhaps, Lawrence would get sick of her so quick, and something very like tears arose to the wistful oyes, as she shrank back in tho shade again, out of the sight of the two young men coining towards her. "1 declare,". said one, "it is yt shame to see Lorian flirt as. ho does .with that heartless cognate, while his poor young wife sits alone and unnoticed. ' Jessie gasped a little, then listemrl,for the reply. " I'd teach him a lm - on, if I . were in Iter place." " !" °Maimed the first speaker, " what, yrould you do"' I'd flirt as ranch as he doss." "Mitch him at his own game." "Yes. And if I dared, Pd advise her to Arils up a 2011011 M flirtation.with your humble servant ; but, she seems so pure and distant, that I never dare approach her," said the last speaker, who 'MO Captain Dtlbnrry ; wealthy. •and some thing -of a flirt 'dimelf, and not, alto gether such an ono as yothig husbands would care to have .their pretty wives with. The two passed on, and'Searcely were they out of sight, when I..awronee came np_smiling,_and saying. "Tired, are you, Jessie. Be patient a little while Pet, then I'll .take you down to supper," as if that was recor9 . - pens() enough for the long, lonely even ing. "Yes, I am tired," Jessid faltered, dropping ar eyes to hide the tearif that would will up now. "And I don't want any suppci Law rouse, but I want to go home." I what a little country=flod thing you ,are. Can't think of going home now. Am engaged to waltz the Banish with Miss Linly ; polka with Mrs. Reek, and then a Redowa with Miss Linly again. She is a very stylish girl Jessie ; wish you would *overcome your prejudice, and got acquainted. She might learn you how to appear," and with these half heartless words Mr. 'Lorain went after Miss Linly for the Spanish. -Joni eltept - hack the 'rebellious- tears; and thought a moment In silence. " A married flirt is a detestable thing," she murmured. - • " Wonder itit's any Worse - for a wo man to flirt tluiu a man. 11l try it any way. And with the light of a new re solve shining in hor dark eyes,' Joni° carao,out-of-tho shade into the full glare of the gas lights, and wont to tho dross- ing-room to see that she vvas "all right," thdn cams. back, -aud thon made hor wad to a group of .ehattoring ladies and gentlemen, who noticed her, eimpl be canee.ehe was Lawrence Lorain's wifl. Captain Dubarry mad°, his -way to this circle 'her a momont;''sand seeking :068i0 04/(1, : : "Do you over waltz, Mrs. Lorain? "Never."• "Nor dauoo?" , • i‘ Sometimes." "Then will you favor mo with. your hand for the•moxt liodowa 2" "With pleasure, Captain Dubarry." "And allow me to 'take - you to sup- . por ?" ho whispered, bending a 4.09 lower. "Thanks, yes," in the same tone The flirtation had fairly 11,rgun. When Mr. Lorain went after his wife to go to supper, she, wasn't ' there, but promenading dowu'the hall with Cap tain Dubarry. • " Jessie, I'm fiurprised," he whffipered at the first opportunity, "At what?" was the innocent' rejoin der. "At you, for allowing Captain Du barry to take you to Supper." "Oh I" and Jessie elevated her dark eyebrows n little, just as the band struck up for. the Redowa, and Lawarance Le rain was obliged to seek his partner. Captain Dubarry . led Jessie Out, upon the floor ? and ho was so very attentive to her every want during the remainder of the evening, that wo ‘Oll venture ,to assert that Ms. Loraih did mot half en joy his flirtation with Miss Liuly. Mr. and l*s. Lorain went home very gnietly,..iind neither referred to the events of the evening. Lawrence hoped' that -Jessie' would forgot this little epi sode in her life by to-morrow. He did not care to have other gentlemen flirt with' his wife; and he had just discov ered how lovely and prepossessing she was, when properly noticed in company. ..'the next morning, after :kissing Jes sie . "good by," he went down town to Lis business office, and, returned to din ner a little earlier than usual, to find the ,parlor cold and Jessie gone. He rang' the boll impatiently, and asked ihe maid where her mistreSs wkr " Gone out, sir ; she said you needn't wait dinner for her." " Who did she go with?" " Captain, Dubarry," and the maul disappeared, leaving Mr. Lorain to re flect over Jessie's present conduct, com pared with her past. --"," "Gone out with Captain Dnbarry ? What dose she mean?" thought this injured husband, totally ignoring the many times that he had been out riding with Jessie Lilly, Mrs. Jloelc, and others, while Jessie was left at home to wait his return to dinner, or eat her cold and comfortless meal. sha came at last and Lavrrence said : " What do you moan, Jessie, by going out with Captain Dubarry so much ?" "So much; really I never wont with him before. I've promised to go to the opera to night, though," said Jes,iic, her checks glowing with excitomont, and herlustrotis eyes sparkling. ".Jessie Lorain-l" ".Well,,Lawrence?" "Captain Dubarry is no assbolate for a pure young woman." "Why, Lawrence, I think ho is per fectly splendid, Lb dislingue, you know, and all that," said she, imitating his manner the night before. "Jessie, do you love Captain Dubarry better than you do yii - nr husband ?" "No; but then it's fashionable to flirt, you know." An inkling of the truth came into Lawrence Lorain,s mind. De drew his wife near to him, and said : "I understand you, Jessie. You have mired me darling ;" and she had, on he maipa.thia princiPlis : Similia, similibus curantor. To-day there is no happier couple than Lawrence and Jessie Lorain. A HARD CUSTOMER. "Faith, an' have ye ivor a other for me, yor bonen?" " What name ?" asked the urbano "Why, mo o 11 name, lie course Whose elre ?'' " What in your nano?" continued the Official, still urbane. "Faith, an' it was TIIO [Alines afore mo ; and would ho yot, but ho's gono dead." "Confound you, what do you oall yourself ?" " Bodad," maid Pat, firmly, " I call rnyea i lf a gentleman, ana it's a pity . there ain't a couplo "Stand back," commanded tho QM, cial, with dignity. "Thu devil aback I'll idaud ontill I .gtite my lettho•." "How can I give it to you if' you won't toll me yrho you are, you stupid thick headed boa. trotter," " And is that Ni hat your're paid for— obeying honest people - that conics for their right4l Give ow dm lather, or; be Cho whiskora-of Kato Kearney's oat , I'll gitino papon," p ...) ~ you winidering blow* he; 4 , " broko in the now !Tally angry clor "con'e you tell me how your lotlox is address- "Dressed ?" how should it ho barrid' 43n sheet of- paper, like any other I Come, hand me livie." • "The deuce take you I won't you tell' me who you are ?" "Faith 'Pin an 'lrlsionan broil and born, coed, breed, and generation. Me father was a omin to ono. eyed Harry MyWra, the process sarvor, an'• also moo-` thor belonged to tho.Mooneys of Klima- - thousd. You're an. ignorant 'old dis ciple, an' ov you'll only creep ont of yor holo,[l.'ll welt your hido like a now shoo. An' 'if yo - got any satisfaction of mop me name's not Harney. O'Flynn." "Oh, that's... your name 2" said the satisfied official, seizing and shuffling 'a pile of letters. ," There's your 'ffittor.l' =3:2151111 . A miNzaTun asked n littlo lioy who bad boon contorted : • •-," Don - not - the doifir tolry6ll tlutt you aro not a ohristian 2" "Yes, sometimes." "7011, what do you say to him 2". - "I toll him," - rolled tho boy, - . 7 " that whethor lam Or not, it is'. nono Of WA businosa." A nr,Acasmrru brought up his son— to whom ho was „very severo—toOde trade:-:---Ono day-the old man was try., ing to harden a cold chisel, which he had made kif Foreign steel, but ho could not succeed. "Horsewhip it, father," exclaimed tho youpg ono; "if that harden It, I don't know what will I". " Willa. caret-headed, ugly little nr- Oda is that madam? Do yon know his. AmmO?" "Why, yes, ho is my yodigost son." "You don't say so, indeed I What a dear littlo swoot dova-oyediohor oh he is I" MOM • IMO NUMBER H. AMERICAN GIRZS AND PIE. David Macrae, a Scottish writer who recently visited this country, and appar 7 ()fitly enjoyed unusual facilities for studying the character and life of the people, has published some notes of travel, under the title of "flow Things are in America." Tho following extr cf is suggestrve, certainly. 116 was.s ruck with the paleness of young women and says : This paleness in the American girls, though often beautiful, is too universal 1111410 from the old country tlaigins to long for a rosy !clui4. ,Lowolt said that color was a thiUg of climate, and that I shOuld find plenty oe'rosy cheeks among the monutaius of Malmo, where there is more moiituro in the air. It may be co ; I never got to the' Maine moun tains to see. But as far as my ob soryatioii wont, I never saw, any either on mountdin or valley in any' part of Now England. My -private im pression is, _making alt allowance" for the influenco of dry air, that the peculy paienesS of the New England girls e innects itself with metaphysics, hot broad, and pie. I Livid' strong convictions oil this subject of pie. Not to speak of mere` paleness. I don't see how the Americans can re- Atoncilo it witiL their notions of. what is duo to the laws of nature, to live to the ago they do, considering the amount of pie they ,eat, anti the rapidity, with which they generally cat it,- I don't remember that I over sat down to dinner in America, even in a poor man's house, without finding:pie of some kind—often cif several kinds—on tho table ; and without finding that o'iorybody partook of it, down to the Microscopic lady or gentleman whom we should call the baby. Pie is indispensable. Take any thing away, but leave pie. Americans can stand the prohibition of till intoxi cating drinks ; but, attempt to prohibit pie, and you would plunge America into a revolution in a day. ~ Paleness and pie notwithstanding, the American ' girls aro very delightful. And in ono point they fairly surpass tho majority. of English girls—they are all educated and well-filformed. Itta is a painful, bat I fear a too incontrovertible fact, that most of the girls on• this side are very ignorant of general subjects. I don't blame them ; I blame' the systorp of education. Porno girls aro fascinat ing whether they aro educated or not ;. but to ho left alone, as ono sometimes is, with a girl who knbws nothing, in a room with no piano, is exceedingly em barrassing--after the weather has been ex hausted. There is never the same difficulty with American- girls. The admirable educational system of Now England, covering the whole area of society, has , given them education, whether• they be poor Or rich ; lias furnished thorn with .a great deal of general information, and has quickened their desire for more An American girl will talk to you about anything, and feel, (or what has the same effirat, 'scorn to fool,) interest in it. Their tendency is, perhaps, to talk too ii:\ much, and to talk beyond their k wl edge. With the cleverer, (or as t y would say`themselves, the "smarter,") f them, it seemed to me sometimes t make no perceptible difference whothor they knew anything of the subject they talked about or not. /But they gener ally tmow a litto about ovefythiug, and their 'general intelligence add vivacity make them very delightful companions. TILE KIND Olr WIFE-TO CLloal3E.—Af tor all, in logiciug oat for a wifo, a, man must considOir how sho will show at no . - fireside, lather than at parties. You can learn so much of literary and ais thetic tastes, the favorite books that aro always in hand, the music that is regu larly studied and sung, the kind of asso ciations, and the general order of tastes. It is by far the best why'forgotting up a flirtation, which In not impleasntly done under parental oyes, when such oyes are likely and benignant. Love-making is an uncommonly Ilk:is:int employment for the, winter nights. You may talk of the perils of young men wbon'they come up to town ; but there is no better safeguard than giving such young fel lows the associations of home and sweet womau„ in inalo an im mense mistake in taking tib severely monetary a view of a t ‘V . i . 9ng relieves prospects,. I never knewia young follow under ever so dun a cloud, - whd, with purpose and ability could not work out his way into the sunlight. Bettor even the lung " anyaganont, or .the early marriage, than may other suppositions that might be. put.— London Society TUE LANfIUAOE9P FRUITS.— Apple—DiSCOrd. Pear—Marriage. Plum—Wealth. Pine—Languishment. Quosoberry—Simplicity. Medlar—lnterference. ' Service—Assistance.' Elderberry—Seniority, Fig—Defiance. Slue—Varilineas. Crab-4!011r totnper. Date—Cbronelny. nip—Applaunu. taw—Swells. Plahanin—Growth, ' .Pomegranate-r-Secdiness. Prune —Retrenchment. Comtmsnaox ,Thera .arb a groat inaliy sticks in the some big and some little. Sono -aro stinky, and some are not.. There aro largo sticks of wood; and that is., ono, kind'of sticks; and there 'arc little 'bits ,of sticks. Some people. whon they aro handling, money, it sticks to their pock ets, so that is another kind of stick. Sometimes when a boy is doing an (Sa mple he 'gets stuck, and that is another.. kind of stick. . Sothetimos when a horso. is going along in muddy weather ho gots stunk in the mud, that is another kind of a stick. That is all .1 can thitk., 9 ff UM; go that is another Stick. 6 FANTZI FERN writes„.lu, roferencos to tlio expensive toys, now ia vogno : "The dolt or my hib 'days Was ib crooked necked squash,. witha tow(?) for a dross, and ' humorous progeny 'of littlo, onounalairdfor babies,- and I was just tie happy, anda great deal bettor Outented, than the little girl of to-day with a f.iloo raris doll." rl - 4 • Dnitiii . nothingotrongot: 412),11 ME El
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