VOLUME *LX,XII
THE'CARLISLE H ERALD,
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GRANDMOVIER'S SEI?MON.
Ipper ix over, the honroh ip na VII
And the wood flro'e Aglow,
The children clunter to ho.,r n tale
Of that time FO 10:1g no.
When grandlnanma , . hair was golllon brown,
And tha warm blood cairn , and
O'or the face that could scarce h
then.
Than now In Its rich content.
The face is wrinichal and rut swan
And the golden hair Is gray
hat thy light (hat shonefin the y 4
(Ins nsTer gear away.
Anil her needles (latch llm Ilro light,
As In nun oat they gn,
Ith the clicking music lint granillll3 101,1/1
Clinging, the Flecking re.
.1.1 the waitillg 1.11.1(011 I,l' It tnll; k
For they know Um Ftln • killr. song
Ilrintta nottly a tale to grao , ma'. mind
1111 visite.) alot!1 hear ore I tt 14.
pot it to,nwt r ;y of olden II
To gratttitou'xi.oart
Ottly tt no.ltoFlt .rfa i 311.1.1L0rt
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the le. cl:e4l,iglit
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lint I um I.nitting the toe ttf Ininr
.ctitl In) work I. tllton,
‘Pith lii•rrylwart4 wn I,gin I" fuit
Aon thn ill , 1;11”; .11.1,,t ;
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'With many a .1 itch .41 , 1 ..arntp„,
A ...r many ft r.,sv bp be nadly ripped
tho Shine Li fiLic , ‘LLlti Strung
There aro long philn spares nit boat n to o.k
That In 3oolli aro
. 1&11 to boar,
Andllllln yit t;:ur thopped
1=1111!IIIIIIII!1!1111:1111EI
1 . Unl tho happir4t tin,a is that
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INlmn oily !fel/v.ly Fat , ,er break, the thirad
And 4,y. OJAI mu Ivo] k
Tho eitiliirot, con, to toy gitid night,
With to no in Choir bright, pain vyes,
Wittir lap, with inokon thro.iti
The tittialloti h.totiting Hoe.
A LOVER LOST BY A LINE
We were just fahly established at
Aunt Rebecca's for the summer, and
NtllS waiting for Rob to come d ow n by
the evening ham front the city, my
hands folded in delicious idleness, with
nothing•to do but to watch the evening
shadows darken over the fields. Aunt
Rebecca nodded over her knitting in
the corner, while the kitten played with
the ball of
_yip n, and Rosa sat :it the
table slowly studying a difficult lesson in
geography. There were voices out on
the veranda, at the end where the hoiley
suckles grew thickesti- and, moving my
chair a little, I could flee Bert Morley
lounging lazily on a bench, with Miss
Kate Devine at a distance of about two
feet of moonlight, entertaining him.
smiled as I thought how becomingly she
had arrayed herself that morning after
she heard that Bert Morley was expected
by train, with rille and fishing tackle, to
spend two weeks' vacation She had
previously confessed to me that she
found the country LorriLly.dull. And as
for Bert, when he rime, I fancied I saw
a look of not unplea,ant surprise- in his
eyes as-he bowed to Miss Devine, for he
had heard of her in society, and he need
not fear stupid evenings with a town
belle, and no other man nearfor a rival.
"It i 9 jt case Of diamond cut dia
mond,':'L said lightly to I myself.; and
just then.4he step I liad been listening
for sounded on t,lm and I ran to
meet Rob„who came in with its pock
ets full of magazines and papers, mak
ing 11113 feel as if we were not it) the
country after all,
Next. morning. Rob was elf to the
city again by sixolclock, and even ear•
lier than that Bert Morley hail betaken
himself' to the lake fur a long forenoon
of fishing. I heard lthil whistling as lie
went, down the lane. Miss Ocrino and
I met about itifin,o'clnek at a delicious
late breakfast ; and as we sipped our
creamy coffee together, I gave her all
the glances I could spare admiring her .
little slippered feet, the dainty fluting
on her
, white wrapper, her magnificent
hair and long lashes, and her languid
grace. Aunt Rebecca was busy in the
Kitchen, and Rosa had gone off to school,
BO we two had all the cool part of the
house to ourselves, reading a little,
,practicing a little, and talking a little.
Miss Devine was very affable ; butafter
,, ward, thinking itpier, I tried in vain to
reTall any charm deeper than the charm
of manner, nf attitude, of glance, and
inflention.
But I am not very brilliant mysulf,'
ilhought, humbly, "Ituil, of cuurso, she
would yet shine in full radiance on a
littlo•gray moth like me,"_ tho after-;_
00011 . 61 m pat on a bewitching gipsy hat,
and wont strolling ,down the lane, while
I watiddred out among tho raspberry
bushes snd stdmbled' donßuss , -study
lag a long lesson: I-liked •Rosashe
\vie such a bright, honest littlo school
g,i,rl—sO I eat down by her, rind by and
hkAook the book 0 hoar her recite her,
lesson. It was Roman history, and
1 Rosa ieciteth , in, her own words, with.
original comments. - I really felt, for
the ilrst Limo in my Life, that I wasgo
ting a clear, idea or the stately lino of
Cesare .Wo had just got down to Con
elandne whop . there was the sound Of
laughing voices iii the lane, and looking
over the rdeberry bushoe; wo saw Bort
Morley and Itnte,Rovine coming - riome
She had met him, and turned back with
shim. He had had kood loch, as the .
_long string of fish that ho carriod bore
witness.
.. 4 0h dear 1,1 do think it is IMO," said
Rosa, with a frown. "§o many in•otty
~ p oroli and mullet dragged ont oftho lake
br agony Just to make 'sport for a inn
. .
And far bolow,ln tho coral grovo,
• The gurplonaillot dna goltWfah rove,"
sang Bort, in4riuntphant tenor, as he
came througti the gate and laid• down
his trophies. "There was no coral
grove, but I am sure these are the gen
uine purple . mulle.: - t Mrs. hathaway ;
look at the splendid colors t'"
And he pointed to the flashes of red
and purple on the still quivering scales.
Kate Devine went Lo' - examine /them,
with smiling admiration ; but little
Rosa, turning her back with childish dis
gust, walked away to the house.
We It sonic of the mullet broiled for
supper, hut I am bound Lo say that their
flavor did not equal their color Cand
when I saw thin rest thrown carelessly
• away, 'I
wished with Rosa that they
were alive and happy again in the lake.
'IBM, dear inn I when Bob- came he
entered right into Bert's' enthusiasm,
and wished he cottld have gone fishing
all day, too.
Ile had hii chance the next morning,
howc"ver, not being obliged Lo go to the
city. Ile and 11e4 were off by the
dawn, with a big 1 , -,..,, in their basket.,
and singinglike nnit.Nls. The rest of
us being left to our owntlevices, 'Kate
Devine secluded herself to write letters,
and I most unexpectedly got my treas
ure out of that day, • by discovering,
something new in little Rosa. I had
takent a book, and was going across lie_
fields to a picturesque old l oak tree tat
shaded a corner of the pasture. I kept
;Ming the •wall, carefully skirting the
, 'grams - wWlits Ulundi purple heads, so as
not to sfstil the _mowing, when, sod
denly, no,tled down in the grass, I came
upon Rosa, and she was 'Making a
sketch—the daintiest thing you over
saw. She had her sitters and they were
painted ones, all bill one—a great, blue
Wagon lly, who soared uneasily just
over the guess lops. But she had him
already s.string safely in her sketch, as
natural as life. She was drawing a
single clump of grass with its feathery,
• heads, a geld 1 wiled *Tido' . weaving her
web cr., slim, 14., si I' In, and a patient
caterpillar uuclll•rlually climbing at. the
EOM
rm.,a, Ro.a !" I cried, watching
his pencil, "huts did you ever Ivarn to
do it:"' For she vas only a little nine
year old ....lowl girl, you know, going to
a country Sc lUUII.
he lhmty bad,: her Mtn., and looked
up. "I s,mpose I lake it from my
father, — cic said, simply. "lie tits
Stu artist... And then I I emeniliev how
Aunt Izet;ctx.l had Lola nu; of the poor
midst, who died young, and, quickly
followed by his wife, had left this child
an. olphan. lie had never attained to
any eminence, but that thel•e was some
thing genuine in him, was proved in his
heritage of this .child. She had nu
training ; her eyes and lingers seemed to
travel right of thomselvt.s. The short
of it was, I took her over to the pasture
with me, there she matte me a drawing
of toy fay:nit° old oak, with the empty
crew's nest in it , 1 was in au Stacy.
`• I will make you my little comrade,"
I told her, "and you shall attend us in
all our sails and rides, and make me
gems of pictures to remember the sum
mer by ; and when Bob and I go to the
Continent we wilt take you with us to
sketch us au album full. of delights."
••I sill go it' you will take tiler: said
hLtic Koss . , eye anti cheek kindling.
..:\fter sho•hnd finished her drawing sho
carelessly lard her book upon the ground,
and we sat and talked ,about hey dead
father, whom sht: spoke of iu tones of
estrinn and reverence which warmed my
my heart towat ds her.
It was past noon when we got back Ao
the farm housw, and found the fisheLien
had returned. Bob was cleaning perch
in a earner of the y❑id ; but Bert and
Mks Divine at at ease in the verandah
earnestly tikeus,tirtg Inor,pg,rains, thou
first tile t age, tttid i :et 1. 11:itl some pretty
speciptete. in !its it , •to hook to sltow. Ito
had mule a few iwinwlitig attempts to
v.eavutu;;e•thut htt °wit initials butt in
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"1 1%1 II SOllle , ollo ruuld le.dgu mu :L
nionun," he said laug hi ngly
thing really original anilaltistic, you
know. 011110, Mist; Kate, kn't that the
suit of thing - you ladijs are suppii . s'ed to
du 7 Mille nit, a ynouugrain, skijsl
give you anything you like."
"Thin's a clangoreus promise, sir!"
she said, beading her lusirens cytt
meaui ugly 'upon him.
" Can't help it," he replied recklessly ;
I'm perishing . ror a monogram. Take
my name, my purse, my lire, but give mu
a monogram ! The truth is, Miss Kate,
I belictie it is au impossible combination.
Just listen, Ilert j raid Dv Witt 1119iley
Who could veer make anything out of
such a lint of hilt f' Could you?. I
wish you could."
" afraid I have not the power,'
said 11IiSS . with What SOUlldel
like a reatsigh ; but Epic made quite a
show, nevertheless, of writing his full
name down upon her ivory tablets.
Rosa and 1
,had stopped for a few
minutes to glanee over the .monograms ;
Litt just at this point Rob called, and , Y 0
WCIlt, to watch - 111S amatem;performaecc.
' Two days after, as M was passing
through the parlor, hart Morley stopped
me with a very pleased face, and said
he—had soTethind pretty to silo cv mo.
It was a slii4f papdr with a monogram
ou it—.Lis cw . O, B. pretty
and graceful a design as you can im
agine. I can't describe it, but you
,can .
compose it for .yourselves out of theio
materials-- - two rustic bar posts, With two
slanting down. and two in place, and
a perfect wean' of running rose
spray twining in and out. • -
"Isn't ?" ho aslcodl "and
would you have thought it in her to do
it ?"
"In whom . ," ringnirild
' "Why, Kato Devine, you kilos'' , I've
been thinking 'her all along a mindless
flirt; ayd bore tht puts
of
shame
with this pure dainty 'bit of fancy. How
long it rakes to find 'you women out
I'm really beginning to likelrer now,;
could' hardly- help liking'anyone—with
such a • Louch of grace as this shows.'.'
• "Don't be a rash boy,,B c ort," I said
roaringly. "Pirst . impreripnS aro often
right, after all."
But a moment after ho was lboking all
through the house far Kato Dovine, to
tempt her off with him for a delightfift
row upon the lake after water. Mlles.
Of course she wont, in a litiwitehingboat
jog costume; and Caine homethibeloure'
later WX01111111(1 with the beautifpl , whffe
lillies,.lustroue•eyed and stately as Helen
of Troy.
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She didmot sewn so much like a stately
Melon, however, when• towards twilight'
heard her over the garden wall talking
with Rosa as I walked down the lane.
"—On the stairway, after you had gone
yp with your arithmetic," she. WfiS say
ing. (what could she moan ?); " and -now
•I want so very much to keep it."
" You may keep it 'and' Welcome,"
said Rosa.
" And you won't tell any , ono ?"
pleaded Miss Devine, in an Jager, ansi
ons,way ; "you won't tell, if you happen
to she Wagain, that it was yours--that
is, that I did not do it myself, you know ?
And I will give -you such a pretty. good
set, with oar rings, Rosa."
"I don't want the set," said Rosa,
slowly. "Idon't know what you moan,
Miss Devine; but, of course, I shouldn't
speak of the paper unless some one
asked ma."
By this time I had joined Bob, and
was out of hearing.
After this Kate Devine was very gra
cious to Rosa, and took unusual notice
of her ; except, indeed, when Bob aud,
Bert were around. One sultry after
noon we threciato, Rosa, and I—sat
under the shadiest apple tree. fanning
ourselves, and non and then talking a
little. Rosa said she_ would like to be
big, strong and brave, like Ida Peiffer,
and go traveling - all , over the world.
" Alone?" asked Kate Devine, in
credulously. Would you love it ?
Now don't tell me, Rosa, that you don't
think of lovers and tusbands, just like
other kills, for I shan't belie'Ve you ?"
I was provoked at Kate for speaking
so to the child ; for whal is the use of
giving a girl ram:des? Let them come
of themselves. But Rosa surprised me
1.3 having 'her ideas already 'formed;
and child as she was let lor,,lwrt's
chords lie played upon even by the+iiit
less hand, and responded sweet music.
" Yes 1 (l() believe in love, — she said,
blushing and honest. " But I believe a
loner ought to be brave, and lofty, and
noble, and like a stainless knight. And
I should not think of looking for him, -
for lie would be sure to find me."
" When yo' are sure there is this won
derful he' somewhere for you on earth?"
demanded Kate Devine, with a laugh.
" I don't know," said Rosa., gravely ;
" but if there is, I pray to God every day
to keep him good."
A little blush fell on us at thin, and
then Aunt llebeeca called Hose from the
window, and away she ran.
" IVaA thero over such an odd little
ing !" exclaimed Kate ; and when,
wesentibi, Bert Morley joined us,
anguidly fanning himself - vith his
iandlrereliief, she told him as a good
°lce poor Ilosa's licarC.Speeeles. •
" What l that sturdiniansl littlavchuul
l",elaculated Bert. Does she have
fatieles•liku that ? by what a darling
she is, just like Mrs. BrowniTig's little
Ellie, that had the swan's nest among
the reeds. It used to be the di.eani of
my youth to go roaming about till I
fouzid just such a love as that. but the
world knocks the notions out of one.
Yuu and I have grod•u more practicable,
invent we, Miss Kate?"
She smiled half ahsently
"Oh, Bert !" I said, 'With sudden
"don't throw away all the gold
of your youth so lavishly."
MUM
" Perhaps theres a ILI It] t that keeps
coining," he said, smiling at me ;
then, starting up, " I believe I'll go to
the woods. I can 'get two hours .shoot,..
ing before supper."
NVO were at the sea shore," said
Kate Devine, "I would ask you to get
me 'a grey gull's wing, Mr. Morley, I
want ono so much for my .hat. Bu
maybe - you eau - find somethiog else. If
any great brilliant bird comes in sight,
shoot hint for me."
`" I obey, lady fair said Bert, with a
sr hoW ! and then he was oil for his
Ile, and directly we sate him crossing
fields to the woods.
,Ns t, before sunset•lic returned, tired,
lushed-and ;mceessful, with tlircc beauti
111 red-winged birds, lifeless and string
ng iu bin hand. Ile laid one at Katt
)evine'm fdet and one at mine.
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•' Olt, how gorge:wig !" cried Kate in a
apturc. "Just the thing for my black
at Out you'll out the wings off ,for
le, won't you, Mr. Morley ; for that I
evcr.could bbar to do."
"Oh„ ,„yes, I'll dissect it," he Hai
lightly, and Yours too, Mrs. Ilrithavay.'
I dill not want the wings inYself, but
remember too tilstea at home 'who ,
hearts they would rejoice; so I thanke,
him cordially..
"The other bird is fur the little girl
that dreams," said Bert. "Schnol girls
such things. \ VIIC CO is Roma'?"
"Out at Llic lack door feeding the
chickens," replied . A.Ont 'Rebbecx, - con
cisely.
We all went out there and found her
surrounded by liar flock of downy pots.
Bert made his Offering of the red-winged
black- bird, and explained. Rosa took
it in a sort of pitiful amazement; cares
sing the dead, drooping head. Then,
as we wilted for what Rho would say, to
our surprise she burst into tears.,
" Oh, how could you, how could you,"
silo sobbed. "Ho wiis so frim, and glad,
and happy up in the tree tops. Put his
Pretty wings in my hat No indeed, he
shan't be robbed of n 'single bright
feather. I am going to bury hirnjust
as ho is, out — under saltrb'eautiful tree."
Bort colored, and iCatb exclaimed,
" Well I" as Rosa stopped crying am
walked in; carrying the ,bird in het
hands: • .
"La, child," cried aunt. Rebecca,
after her, " it ain't so had as if it was a
robin. Thom nasty bla'.c..k• birds eat the
corn up as fast as it grows."
But Bert followed Rosa silently, look
ing like the knight of .the rueful couutc
nance, and I imagine he made his peace
with her, and' helped her dig tho-bird's
grave ; for -whom they clues back tho.
indignation had (lied out of her honeAt
young eyes. 4 • .
I WRS . amused when Bert sought .me
out the next morning with a sort nf ea
ger Interest, and told Inc that Rosa ryas
really ono of the brightest little things
that over lived. • • 4.
" . 13ho's sitting out en the door step
now," he said, " drawhik a map of
Greece, mid it's a regular gam. Do come
and see her, Mrs:
I told him,. with an' air of superior
knowledge, that I ,was aware .of all,
and if he would look through'hor atlas
- he would find' it a perfect portfolio of
sketches end bits of design incdo eliaena7
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dARLISLE, PENN'A., THOIiSDAY-IVIORN-INGt
big than map, "her father was an artist,.
you ltuovh" I concluded. Away ho
wanket . once to talco possession of tho
atlas end I-followcd, well pleased to see
my 14 . 1,1o,,c_,oliirailo got t appveciatod.
Shei took it very quietly—his delight
over her slight pencil: skelehes, studies
of old stumps, bits of wall/lichons,
a bough with a bird's nost, a clump of
vioitts. Sudilenly as ho turned over the
leaves, he came to something that mado
him start and change color. Ho 'looked
Up in a dazed sort of way. ,
What's the matter, Bert ^" I. asked
"Oh, nothing," lie said, drawing a
ling breath ; "only I felt just novas
if some ono had struck me in the face I
ISid ybu draw this, 11„ .. ) , sa?"
" Yes," sho said, simply. I looked
over his shoulder and da`W,on the paper
hotheld out the first rough iicsign of the
mouogram , blato Devine had given him ;
less •claborate, but the samo dabity
fancy.
Th'en perhaps , you drew this, too?"
he remarlsW-talcing the cherished mono
gram from l is note hook.
Yee," said Rosa
Miss Devine, impelled by merciless
fate, came strolling towards us at that
moment, fu one of her prettiest morning
dresses, her hands full of honeysuckle
blossoms.
" bli, what have we here ?"., she asked,
lightly, as she joined us.
"Oh, a host of things—and—mono
grams?" said Bert, looking-her-full in
'the face, with a' cold brilliance iii his
eyes.
She saw what he meant, faltered,
tried to laugh carelessly, but fajled
and then, with some half-uttered apol
ogy or explanation turned and left us,
gliding away over tile green glass again,
droillping some of the honeysuckles as
gleT (vent.
AL, how the whet-Is-of life turn round
if we only wait a little while and watch!
A few days after, when I drove Bert
Motley in the light chaise over to the
station, his vacation hieing ended, I said
-to hint a little maliciously, "Miss
Devine has been quite an acquisition to
our society this summer, hasn't she?"
Ile looked round at me with an almost
comical earnespiess in his handsome
" I've got a new idea about some
things, Mrs. Ilathaway," he said. "Pm
coming hook heti: next summer, and
next ; and I am gOing to win little Rosa's
love by-and-by, if I ran !" •
"Then you must make yom self brave,
and lofty, and noble, mid like a stainless
knight," I. said, quoting, Rosa's words,
remember that, let'"
- "That's the work I have set myself to
do," he said bravely ; and r put faith iu
That faith has been fully justified. It
is now. ten years 1:0 or. Bert Morley is
to-day a noble man, and a blessing to the;
weild. And Bob and I smiled'gladly in
each 'other's faces when,• last evening,
we received a wedding invitation, with
a Monogram of dainty design and curi
ous interweaving. You could read
"Rosa" in aiming, the larger letters, if
you looked sharp enough at each vine,
tendril, and bud. c.
WIT 217' THE 0 17(1. ANIST D 11)
It nearly, divided" the church. The
pew . owners wore indignant, the deacons
protested. Parson Mildmay poured what
little oil ho had upon the troubled waters,
and the choir resigned. The old meet
ing house was rocked to its foundations.
and all this turmoil because the music
committee had, nt the suggestion of the
organist, put a cornet-player beside the
organ, -to lead the congregational
ing.
Dreadful prOposal Ivan it not? This
idea of having a horn in church. A.
French born ! You know what wicked
people the French are. Think of il4tV
ing the same instrumentithey use in the
Jar—well, you know as well as I that
some folks are nu better than they ought
to he. A French horn, indeed ! Think
of it ! No wonder - ill:It Deacon Pipples
said the rising generation was a ivay
ward generation, seeking after. ungodly
inventions.
Now, you Ic;Mw my views. I don'
earn what instrument NTO use in church
•PrOVIII6(1 we praim, God musically au
soberly, as we ouLtht. If a horn 0
violin will ldp_us, Igo for it. Deace
tiquaggles cald I ought to'beashamei,
I laughed, aint told Win that, if I tea,
the Scriptures Light, David danced be
fore.thh Lord, and advised the Temple
choir to cymbals—e Von the loud
sounding eyinhals.
phook - his - head, antl said there
wore grave doubts - •rbnut that passage.
'Perhaps the •word translated - &toile
11100111 smoothing else. .
" Liop," I suggested.
ho deacon went' away sorrowfully,
tutd, said I iill.B a backslide•.
Itsis out a brig story, Lot me tell it
to you.,
• We sat under a lady organist for years
—sat undo., in a figurati.t:c. 51,1150: We
had groaned inwardly under her weekly
inflictions for 'a long time. lie was
short (well, how eau I toll it ?.=her feet
did not touch the, pedals:) The organ
heonloil ready to topple every Sttoday.
Sonic folks said that the .organ had no
bass notes. ' Bless, you I What did they
know about it? They could not toll
one tune front ;mot her.
--She—tho organi,t—Lad a weakness
for the reeds. reed-stops, as you
know, have their little weaknesses; like
the rest of us. Their particular weak
ness is to get ~out of tune. "Never
inind,"' said
.sho; "they aro sweetly
protty after the long prayer. Maice you.
think Of angels, iu long clothes,
through a cloud." .
• Her Voluntaries w6re remarkable,. She
harrasised 'the Immo& 'and kept. every
body on the alert, foi who could tell
'when sho , was going to .stop ? Every
other we said ; "This is the
closing chord has, come."
But no.; it had not. More eloMng chords
fpllOwed, till we were nearly distracted
with hope deferred.
At' last some benevolent young man,
had tiM goodness,to marry and take her,
away. • Bless him I How, heartily wo
congratulated himancl.,ourselves.
Syo could not blame Heaven for giv
ing,hor short legs ; but, them she might,
at least, have -played something bosido
her own compositions, and could have
safely. neglected' her beloved trumpotts,
oboos. . ' ,
=I
The ne'.ict - Sundathe man came. • Ho
was a stout fellow, and his cort:liad very
long sleeVeS, and his trowsers weionxtra
largo. They were.none too 'long to be
becoming. ;
_,He could reach anything in.
the shape of keys, stops, or pedals, With
out sliding on the seat . as sdme men do.
Ho could sound the loWest pedal, manage
the swell, draw the top right hand stop,
and play on the lower bat9k at the same
instant: Oleverin both the English and
American senses.
The first Sunday ho presided thO folks
Said that tho coinmittee had rep:HM(1110
organ. It had not sounded so well for a
longAimc. - .Its deop and majestic tones
shook the air i 'pervaded the church with
solemn.
.harmoniee, and Made Deacon
&Doggie's youngetit cry., Ho is not a
precious child,- and did not ask to, sal) tho
monkey. .
The musio that day was a 'rzvelatlon
to most of the people', and there was a
satisfied buzz among the folks on the
steps when the church was out. Things.
improved from week to week. One or
two who had backslid of late t returned,
and fe'ally came to chweh half4.e.A7—•
came to hear the music, Deacon Squng
glee reproved their motive'," nud ac
cepted their renewed pow-rent, com
placently..
About the fifth Sunditiy-after the now
administration Parson Midlay announced
that the last hym would be sung by the
congregation. With fear and trembling
they listened to hear what tune would
be given out. After the first big' their
fears were allayed. There was no mis
taking the melody of "Duke Street,"
played distinctly andoiccurately on a
single loud stop. At the end the people
struggled to their foot, and the singing
began. The result was peculiar and
not lovely. Did I not feel sure that you
know all about it I would give you e
.detailed description of it. Congrega
tional noise! You have heard it.
Doesn't congregational singing:'nlways
remind you of those familiar Ilium con
cerning who,
" When she was reel, .ho lens very, vary , good
A lid t,h.o Pi/. /111.8 1.0311110 Neterherrhl:4o,,,
The sermon was lost that day. 'rho
people went home to their dinners dis
satisfied, and hoped it would not be
EMI
The . next Sunday evening brOnght the
explosion. It was announced in the
morning that there would be an extra
service of song at half-past seven. -
At seven the chMrch was full ;at - half
past crowded Word had gone about
that something peculiar might be ex-
posted. Many backsliders and others
came in. " scoff," Deacon Tipples
said. " Would they stay to sing ?"
Pe)•haps so. . .
The service was opened by reading and
a set piece by the choir. Then Mr.
Jones, chairman of the music committee,
rose,,aud to our amazement, called the
organist from his seat and introduced
him to us. Our organ is behind the
pulpit, just where it ought to be. Every
body- woke up, and you might have
heard a pin drop.
The young man bow - ed:nuIS I PCI 4 O rs
follows:
" My frienthi, we most here every
week for prayer and praise. We come
o lift our hearts to heaven in thankful-
ICEN and joy. The church early sa.tv the
importance of music as an aid to these
ministrations. From time to time im
provements have been ,introduced into
our music, till now we have the organ,
the'most noble instrument iu the world,
in all our churches, and trained eboirsto
sing the praise of the Lord with the best
skill and art the world has discovered.
" The church has always aimed to com
mand the be music, bolicting the best
none too good for God's service. In this
pursuit of art there is great, clanger of
going to extrethes.. The trained choir
should be us d everywhere, but not to
the exclusion of the people. The in
spired command, `Lot all the people
' is sadly neglected of
late.
"We have,6searching for high art,
delegated our thanksgiving to paid sing
ers, and we praise God by proxy.
"My friends,' these things ought not
so to bo. We should all sing. Let the
choir lead, and all join• them in tho
solemn psalm or cheerful song of thanks-,
giving. I silt aware that congregational
singing is vidwed with disgust by many.
It is sometimes very bad, end offends
more than it elevates. This need not be
Sdeif one or two rules 'are observed. Lot
me give Ilium to you.
"Firstly—Let all sing, young and old.
No matter how badly it sounds to you,
sing away,, catch the melody and ning
with conthience.
" Secondly—l M -not, attempt to. sing
tenorralto, or bass, give up those parts,
and join the sopranos in singing the air
or melody. Of mime, the gentlemen will
sing Wein!, octavo loWer than the ladiei.•
The organ will give the harnigny, the
voices the song. By aid of these rules
our singing will be easy'and effective.
Now, to help yiin, I will. have the
melody played Upon a, corniit. •Thit
instrument is. loud, penetrating, Wind
cagily followed. The inidruiriMiC Mid
orgau will play the time over, and - then,
after au insialiOn_pause, all, join in sing-
If a thunderbolt had split the gilded
cockerel- on -the steeple, and rung the
fire alarm bell, we could not have been
more electrified; .The people with 'IMO'
'consent pat down in a puddle of 'discon
tent and horror. Deacon Squaggles
leaned his head on his hand and groaned
aloud. Pal*SUll'illilduntilooked dubious,
and wo were variously much shocked.
Thol organ and the cornet Land. It
sounded well, and some of us worn in
wardly sot up„ with much joy. Then
the 'congregation rose as ono [pan, re
'solved to extinguish, the desecrating in
strument—resolved to Mug the thing
dowh. .
We sang Old Hundred through twice..
Such atremendousvoluine of tone had
never been hoard in :the church before.
The grand old tone fairly shook 'the
house.. When was •flnished we sat
down. ' I looked around, and found the
deacon's wife wiping ber"eyesfurltivoly. ,
Some' irreverent person rapped on the
floor with a nano—just . a timid little ran,
.applause certainly.;, Deacon Pipple's
little boy said audibly, " Hurrah I 'wasn't
that.hu—r" The lafit word was
extiu
guiehed a father's hauct.. ••
The Parson road two Verna of another
.hymn. His voice trembled . • and / bd .
seemed peculiarly Nippy. That splendid
old tune - of "Ohrintrnae,'! by, Father,
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4,.18
APRI
Mandel, was played. • Handel believed
in horns and trumpets. When the glow
ing melody rang bravely throne - the
church every body rose and seized their
hymn'books with an ardent determina
tion to "do their best.
Everybody sang. Who could help it?
The ringing tones of the trumpet bore
Overything along with it. A.t the inter
lude between the versos there was a
profound hush. The pCoThle felt that at
last they were really praising pod with
heart and soul. The second verse was
even . more successful than' the first.
Everybody felt warmed up to the work.
The congregation had made a discovery.
It could siag..
When it was over Parson ABldmay
leaned over the desk and said : " Brother
Squaggles, let us sing all the verses."
. We aid. From that night .congrega-
Clonal singing and the cornet player
Were a fixed part of our service. At
first, I said, it nearly split tho church.
The choir resigned, (resignation not
accepted,). and a small tempest raged
for
. two weeks among the people. The
church was divided into cornetists and
anti-cornotists. The cornetists carried
the day. The storm cleared, and now
all is serene. The unsold pews found a
market, Seats in the church became
scarce. Even the gallery filled up, and
Parson Mildniay is happy over a largo
and growing congregation. Tho dear
old doaconi lament the cause, but re
joice in the prosperity of the-church.—
Nom York Independent
[For Tar CARLISLE LIERII.D.I
WALNUT, Bureau Poway,
Illinois, March 23, 1872.
EDITORS CARLISLE HERALD :—Per
mit me to state to „your readers some
thing about myself and the growing
West.' I was married in Carlisle, and
started for Illinois in the spring of 1850.
My reason for going West was because I
was poor ; was not able to rent a fine
house and furnish it, as myself 'and wifo
had been accustomed toll ye iu at home,
and to hang around Carlisle grasping at
every flying straw to keep up a sham ap
pearance. Wu had too much pride for
such.a life, hence we resolved to cast
our lot among strangers at that time, in
the Far West, hundreds of miles from
railroads, markets and on the wild prai
ries, where we were Lord of all 'around,
as far as the eye could aktand ; except
here and there 11l or 20 miles apart could
be seen log cabins. We have never seen
the day•we would like to go back to live
in Carlisle. Yet we love the people and
have no enemies there, but we could not
be so abundantly provided for in PUnn
sylvenia. Wo have now a valuable farm.
and plenty of all kinds of fruit, fronT our
own - ll:luting of the orchard All theism!
.
we want, horses, cattle, hogs, honey,
sorghum molasses, and everything that
heart could wish. Instead of paying 50
cents for a piece of meat as large as two
fingers, our'smulco house is full of hams,
and beef, our poultry yard full of chickens
and, turkeys. Indeed a salary of $2,000
would not keep us one year in
Carlisle as well as our farm keeps us,
for we now number 13 all told ; have not
had a Doctor within 25 mile of us, for
several years, until lately ; have never
paid a dollar Doctor bill or had a' 'day's
sickness in the family, we now have 30
meals per day and also considei able com
pany.
Scarcely a thought enters my 'read
about providing for the table in this land
of plenty. Wo are surely blessed with
enough to eat of the very best. So it is
with 10 out of 20 who camp West with
out a dollar to start'are now rich—own
better farms than can be found in Cum
berland Valley. Eastern people now
days think all the best chances aro picked
up in Illinois, that is not the case. There
itro plenty of good -sights to-day in Illi
nois, froM two facts. The Companies
who own land in the New States, rush
the emigi ant right through Illinois with
out even giving them any chance to tool:
around, for, it is to their interest to got
them as far out into the interior as they
can to help to keep up business for the
road in the filture. Ilence don't be
foaled in that way. Second. Over one
thousand miles of new road have been
built withi i n the past eight mouths in
Illinois, opening Op a vast tunount of
now sights fur the emigrant. ,One of
these roads passes my place and' a thriv
ing town is being built up right before
the door.
So many depots aro laid out by the
riailroiid Company, that the other jai-
Provetnuids do not compete with them,
from the fact that people are rushing all
they can already. No doubt _many
young won in Carlisle would be ulna to
go into business somewhere in the West,
provided their capital would be sufficient.
Let me nay a good wife and willing
hands is the Western capital ; if you can
get 'hare, luck will follow. Six miles
west, or,.. m e, and only 119 miles from
Chicago, ont tho Grand Trunk Railroad,
in \Whiteside county, is a station' called
Dear Grove ; the Pa'ssengcr Rouse
stands in the' centre •of forty acres, "I
entered twenty years ago. A switch
and side track, a splendid largo water
tank and Wind. pump, while - every train
steps This is the great California
Short Route, hence it is the Burlington's
best lino. And What do you think—this
depot has just been completed I Tule-
graph wires, tovo, chairs, ware
house and all, and the CompauS , have
not a man to piii; thorn. Who wants
that Ow .
Also, a man is wanted to go into the
coal liminess ; a school-teacher to teach
in the'new,school-house going up on my
forty acres ; also, a lumber merchant is
wanted, a' carpenter, blacksmith, storm
keeper, tavern-keeper, dress-maker, and
in fact overy-kind of-business men re-
paired to make a town. Tho ship canal
crosses at, this point ; and Nli110 . 1?. com
pleted will malco this a groat
. :place.
Here is a sight for land and good title ;,
I will Sell tho - fortyncres .t-$2.5-per acre,-
and - thousands of acros'canbe had join
ing; for $-per acre—the richest land in
the worldi If you doubt ; come and see.
Yours, &o:,
J. 13. Dozune
P. B. Don't consider, this as au ad r
Vortisornent for land speonlationjor it
is:not. Thaw chances will be picked up
soon. I have not Been in your paper in
fOrmation of this kind, and deem it
right that those of your readers who aro
going West, should: consider. this point.
for their benofit. Hence I' say, strike
Sit; boys I don't bang around Carlisl e
waitOg for luck or a - ritl-rolation,
die,
.091cecla41. 31 • •
Eig
LET IT PASS.
Bo not swl ft to tako &Jo nee;
• Lot I t vlso I
Anger Is s foo to 8.110;
Lot It prom I
-atend - not darkly - tiers - strong
Which will dl nappoor ere long;
11111.11ot slog lltbt oltoory sonz—
Ltt it 'rum!
Let It pass
Slcito encodes tho purest. wind ;
Lot It, posal
An the unregarded wind,
Lot It 1,:1.8:1 I
Any vulgar Hauls that lIPo
dity couclanin without roprioio I
'Tis the !told° wino forgive,
Lot It pass!
I et It posa!
Echo not an angry word;
Lot it
Think how oft gnyou hava'ot ;
Lot it pans!
Since our Joy H. must pans away
Like the flan-drops on the way,
Whorarore should our sorrows stay?
Let them pans
Lot thorn pa !
If for good yeu've taken 111,
Lot it pti.s I
Oh I be land and 6 , , , ut10 4(11;
Let it pass I
Time tit lost makes till thing, stral,;ht,
Let us not resort, but colt,
And our triumph shall be groat;
Lot It pass 1
Lut It pass!
Bid your 00g. r to deport s
Lot It pawl
"Loy theoo hotnuly words to heart,
Lot it peso
Follow not tho giddy throng;
Better to ho wrongod than wrong
Fltrofort'olng this choory song—
Let It pass
Lot It pass
PEOPLE WILL TALE.
_ -
You may get through the world, but 'twill be rori
Mow, 93
If yon llNton to all that Is said o you go;
You'll ho worried and frettrd, nud k vitt In a rtrw,
For rarddlosonto ton:aril will kart , montryng to do—
For proplo will talk.
Triplet nod ihoilioit, you'll litty it presumed
That your humble position only tostbined ;
You're a wolf in sheep's clothing, or else 3 ou're u
"tool,
But don't get uxelted, hoop porfocily cool,
For 111,10 0 will talk
If generous and noble, they'll tont their spleen,
Yen will hear sown load blots that yen', not lint
and menu ;
If npriAlit and honest, and fair as tho day,
- They'll call yon a rug., In In sly, aneak mg way—
tFOr 15001110 will talk.
And then If you shun. the Ica,t boldness of heurt,
Ore blight ineltnation to take your own part',
They mill roll you en npittart, conceited and ‘..in
But keep Straight ahead, don't stop toiec - plaiu,
For people n 11l talk. -
if you dr,u; lu nix tblult to oecupn,
For thuy u,wrlxo th.nn in n ..111Yereut shape;
Tou'ro ahead El your Ineunn,<.r your tallur'A unpaid
Itut mind Your own burinex, thole's nought to hi
muds,
For pd. pie will tallC.
Now th• bust way to do le to do no you please,
For your mind, if you hare oneovlll then_be at ens
Of course you wi II meet with all n sorts of nhuro,
Out don't think to stop thom,.it•nin't any use,
Fur people will talk.
MARK T WAIN' FIRST LECTURE,.
=
I was home again, in 'San Francisco,'
without means and without employment.
I tortured , my brain for a saving schema,
of some kind, and at last a publie lec
ture occurred to me? I sat clown and
wrote one in a fever of anticipation. I
showed it to several friends, but they
all shook their heads. They said nobody
won't' come to hoar me, and I would
make a humiliating failure of it. They
said that as I had never spoken in pub
lic I would break down in the delivery,
anyhow. I was 'disconsolate now. But
at last an editor slapped me on the back
and told mo to "go ahead." He said,
"Take the largest house in town, and
charge a dollar a ticket." 'l'he audacity
of the proposition was charming ; it
seemed frayght with practical weinly
wisdon), i
&woven The proprietor of
the several theatres endorsed the advice,
and sititi-1 might have his handsome
now opera house at half price—fifty dol
lars. In sheer desperation I took it—
on credit, for snakiellt ITiLMJIIS. Iu
three days I did a hundrod and fifty dol
lars worth, of printing and advertising,
and way the most distreSlied and fright
ened creature on tlfe — ParTfte Mast' I
could not sleep—who could under such
,eircurristances? For other people there
was facetiousness in the line of my
postetts, hut to me it. was plaintive with
a paugtalion I wrote it.
•" DUo's open' at 71 o'clock. Tic
trouble will begin at 8." •
That line has done good service.„since..
I have seen it appended to a newspaper'
advertisument,'m eminding school pupils
in vacation what time next term would
begin. As those three ,days of suspense
dragged by I grew more and more f
un
happy. I lied sold NO tickets aiming
my.personal friends, but I feared they.
might net come. My, leeture,'which had
scemeitl"huniorous" to me at first, grew
steadily more and more &miry, till not a
vestige of fun scouted left, and I grieved
that I could not bring a coftin on the
stage and turn the thing into a funeral.
1 was so panic 'stricken at last that I
went to thi# old friends, giants in sta
ture, cordial by nature, itnd stormily
voiced, and said
"This thing is going to be a failure ;
the jcikes in it are - so dim Lila nobody
will ever' see them. k- would like to
havo you sitin the parquetto and holp
mo through."
They said they would. Then I wont'
to the wife of a popular citizen, an u cl said
that if she was willing to• do me a very
groat kindness I would be glad if she
and, her husband would sit prominently
in the left hand stage.:box, where tjie
whole house,could see thorn. I explained
that_Lshould need .help, and would turn
towards her and unite, as a • signal, when
I had been delivoredpf an obscure joke—
"and then," I answered„ ;Wdon't wait to
investigate, but respond 1"
She • promised. Down' the straet I
mot a man I had never soon before. lie
had been chinking, and was beaming
with-Waffles aud good - nature. Ile said
"My mune is Sawyer. You don't
knoW me, but that dOn't matter. I
havon't.got a'cont, but if you know how
bad I wanted to laugh, you'd give me a
ticket. Come, now, what do you say?"
"Is your laugh hung on-a hair-trigger?
that is, is it' critical, or eau it got off
easy?" -
• My drawing infirMity of speech so af
footed him that lie laughed a specimen
or two that struck me as being about
the article I wanted, and I gave him a
ticket, and appointed him to.oit in ttie
second ciield in: the centre and be re.
Obonsible for that div.thion,of the' house.
Isave, him minute instructions
.abort
41.•
hpw to detect indistinct jokes, and then
went away and' left him chuckling pla
cidly over the novelty of the idea.
I ate nothing on the last three eventful
days—l only:suffered. I Uart advertised)
that cid the third day the office would be
opened for the sale of reserved seats. I
crept down to the theatre at 4 o'clock in
the afterhoon to.see if any saleshad been
made. Tho ticket-seller was 'gone, the
Urix-office was locked up. I had to swal
low suddenly or my heart would have got
out. "No sales," I said to myself. V
Might have known it. I thought of sui
-cida—pretended illness, flight, I thoitht
of these things in e - ramcsi., for I wns very
miserable. and scared. Hut of course I
bad to drive them away, and prepare to
moot my fate. I could not wait for half
past seven ; I wanted to face the horror
and end it—the feeling of many a man
doomed to lie hung,, no doubt. I went
(lowa a back street at six o'clock, and
entered the theatre by the back door. I
stumbled my way in the dark among the
ranks of canvass scenery and stood on the
stage. The house was gloomy and silent,
and its emptinesg depressing. I went
into the dark among 'the sceneslagain, -
, and fur an hour and a half gave myself
up to the horror, wholly unconscious Of
evtirything else. Then I heard a mur
mur ; it rose higher and higher, and
ended in a crash, mingled with cheers.
It made my hair rise, it was so close to
me and so loud.' There was a pause,
and then another ; presently conic a
third, and liefore I well knew what I was
about I was in the middle of the stage,
staring at a sea of fades, bewilder;nl by
the fierce glare of lights, and quaking in
every limb with terror that seemed like
to take my life away. The house was
full—aisle.and all !
The tumult in my heart, and brain
and legs continnqd a full minute before
I could gain any command over myself.
Then I recognize the character and the
friendliness in the faces before me, and .
little by little my fright melted away,
and I begamto talk. Within three or
four minutes I was comfortable and even
content. My chief allies, with three
auxiliaries, were on hand, in the par
quette, all sitting together, all armed
with bludgeons, and all ready to make
an onslaught upon the feeblest joke that
might show its head. And whenever a
joke did fall, their bludgeons came down
and their faces seemed to split from ear
to car. Sawyer, whose hearty counte
nance was seen looming redly in the
centre of the circle, took it up and the
house was carried handsomely. Inferior
jokes never fared so royally before.
Presently I delivered a bit of serititis
matter with impressive unction, (it wars
my pei), and the audience listened with
no absorbed hush that4gratilled me more
than any applaugs. As I dropped the
last word of the clause I happened to
urn and dutch .IVlrs. 's intent an
waiting eye ; my conversation with her
flashed upon me, and in spite of all I
conk! do I smiled. She tool: it for th e
signal, and promptly ael;yered a mellow
laugh that ttimehed oil the whole audi-
1))1CO 3 explosion that followc(
was the triumph of the evening I I
thought that honest man Sawyer would
choke himself ; and as for the bludgeons,
they performed like pile-drivers: But
my poor .little morsel of pathos was
ruined. It was taken in good faith as
an intentional joke, and the prize ono of
the entertainment, and I wisely let it go
at that.
All the papers were hind in the moo
ing ; my appetite returned; I had abut
dance of money. " AlN.nrell that eta.
"RIO CS' MISTAKES I.V IDEA
EIBEiI
nom the volumes of I.tw reports, and
Irons the record of detectives' offices,
we might compile page after page of
fascinating narratives upon this single
theme, but,our limited spaceiyertnits ns
to give bit few 'Mist) that
we note, however, will be found, upon
examination, to throw a shade even
ridicule • on that eubli no " reasoning
through consistency," upon that unerr
ing .calculus of probabilities ' through
which Kepler arrived at the laws of
matter, Newton deduced their formula,
and_ without which we would be today
almost as ignorant as in the time when
Moses called the moon the second. in
inagnituile of the heavenly lights
In 1891, S:Paplain John Ilttekson, mas
ter of a salting vessel, lined - with his
wife Nancy in a beautiful' little cottage
in the village of Seekonk, near Prod
dMice,- lihode Island. lie wag a man of
almost spotless Character, religious al
'most to Puritanism, - but also very pas
/
tionale, and that Nancy, being vreatly
„younger than Itimself, and , very f air ,to
look upon, ISlmuld have grew very frk
ill' and unruly, ''did not add quiet :
'less to his impel.. '111,4 emarrelled
often, and late one eve: ring a neighbor
,assing the cottage oaw through the
pen window the husband standing.over
Wifu in Phroatening attitude, wi
a long whipcord in . his hand, and beard
also an uncontrollable txurtit of rage, dud
many throats of tdolence.
The next morning the cottage was
closed and deserted. This, however, ex
cited no attention, as Sohn was supposed
to have loft on a sailing trip, and Nancy
was aceustomed to depart4roquently,
withont announcement, to visit relatives,
in a neighboring town. But that after
noon, a little dog accompanying, a pic
nic party in the , adjacent woods, pawed
and hopk , ..d d haw of sand, ivhen
merry ) party examined it; and found.,
thoro the corpse of Nancy Madison.
Thelieeplo of the town ileckedaround
the horror,, recognizing the deceased,
her clothes and her jowoiry. She had
been strangled with a cord, and chloride
of limo had boon sprinkled over he r if
,body to 'hasten decomposliton. Tho
cottage was searched, and a whipcord
was found upon the floor, which fitted
exnaly to the maidc on the victim's
nook; and in thei"Collar wasu, box of
chloride oflimo.hke that, scattered upon
Buokson was arrested, indicted ;'but
pn the day of the,trial that would have_
ent him to the gallows, Nancy Buolcson,
alive and well, though , eriKia afi_ovOr,
walked into the village fresh from a visit
to distant relatives. The mystery of
the • murder was never solved. The
article . s Ofjowelry and dress on the corpse
wore , recognized by' Nancy as taken
from the Wrenn of her'cottage.
Ono morning in 1801, it Novi lorsoy
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NUMBER 14.
wharfman complained to his employer
that a barrel of pitch had boon stolona
trom the pier': The same morning the
clerk of a New York hotel complained to
hie" iropriatml that Mrs. Ida' Ilicard—
dnce well-known in Cincinnati under
another name—a woman of marvelous
-beauty of form and no small charm oe•-'- ,
feature, but sensuous as Lola Mo4ez,
and as frail of character—had suddenly
and inexplicably left without paying her
bill. The next day there was found
floating in .the North river a barrel of
pitch, and tied to it by a rope arounn.
the waist was .the corps() of a most
beautiful woman, clothed only in. a
night dress seed a' pair of 'stockings. A
gag fastendd in 'the mouth was the only
mark of violence, but that was sufhojelit
to evidence murder. To form was of
wonderful beauty—such voluptuous
beauty as must have served for, the
model to Titian's - Venus. It was noticed,
though, the stockings were almost too
large for tho feat. Upon one , of the
lower limbs was the cicatrice'of an old
wound.
The body was intoned withdut recog
nition, but the head was,presorved,
few days after, a gentleman intimately
acquainted with Ada Mend, recognized
the face as hers without the shadow of
a doubt. The police then interviewed
her quasi husband, Charles Ricard, cau
tiously concealing from him her• sup
posed death. He freely entered' into a
description of her history and personi,
spoke with -- --Kdo of her being obliged
to wqar stocktuFs too Lute for her feet,
in order to Ii the well-rnauded limb,
mentioned the mark of an o wound
and its poVtkjim, regretted the in jury to
her beautiful teeth by the loss of one on
the left side, and laughed at her having
worn ear-rings so heavy as to cut her
ears and necessitate a second piercing
very high up. The stockings, the
wound, the lost tooth, and the marks
on the cars coincided perfectly with the
corpse. Ricard was then shown the
preserVed head, and fell back in utter
horror of sudden fecoguition. The
mystery was solved—but only for a day.
Of a sudden,'Ada Ricard, as beautiful
as ever, returned from: a month's wan
dernig at New Orleans among the sol
diers. No further discoveries have ever
been made.
Our third and last Case occurred in the
Summer of 1806, iu Luzern()Valley,_ a.
Mark Wilson and Miss Wallace, a lovely
girl of eighteen, had been engaged for.
some months, when 'she suddenly jilted
him, and without explanation forbade
him to enter her house. 'Wilson plunged
hitt) dissipation; and rapidly lost his
character, his Unsiness, and his small
means. He was frequently heard, with
fevered' energy to -lay his ruin at her
door, and vowed revp:pgm with the most
determined bitterness„ Shortly after he
made preparations to leave for Europe,
but before doing` ad by some means
Persil - ailed the girl to take a drive with
him. Ile gave out at the livery stable
that he was going to an occasional pie
nic.resort, in a wild gorge among, the
neighboring hills. Neither of thorn re
turned, and two days after 'the body of
the girl, stabbed to death with a pocket
knife, sworn to as Wilson's was found
in the •turbid water of a brook that
threaded "Picnic Gorge." She was
buried in an. agony of sorrow, by her
loving parents, and the day after the
funeral Mrs. 'Wilson, nee Miss Wallace,
returned from New York with her
newly-wedded husband. Who the mur
dered girl , was, and, how a knife like
that of Mark Wilson's came in her
heart, the most rigid investigation never
could discover.
THE TAILOR wire:o3lmm: CLOTHES FOR
me BETTERS. —ln Boston, many years
ago, there lived .(as there do now, we
venture to say,) two young fellows;
rather Waggish In their ways, and Who
were in theimbit of patronizing a tailor
by the nanacof Smith. Well, one day
into his shop thesii two yOung bloods
strolled. Says 0110 of, thein :
"Smith we've been making a bet.
NOw we want yon to make each of mi . ! a
suit of clothes, wait till the bet ife
cided,.and the ono that loses 'will 'pay
the whole." -
"em;tainly, gentlemen, I shall ho
most Itimy to serve you, ,, says Smith. •
And forthwith their measums were
taken, and th due toured of time the
clothes WC r 0 gent , home.' A zrioitth or
two passed by, and yet;our friend, the
tailor, saw nothing of his customers.
One day, however, he met them, and.,
thinking it was almost time the bet was
decided, lie made up to them and asked
how their clothes flitted.
"0, execllqutly," says ono. " By-the',
bye, Smith, our bet isn't dociclect i yot."
" alll !" says Smith,,,;` what is it"'
Why, I bot that whtm Buidcor
Monument falls, it will fall towards - the.
south.' " - Bill, hore r took mo up, and
when the hot is decided we'll call and
pay you that littlo hiS"
Smith's loco Sti:otched to doublo Its
usual length, but ho soon rocovored his
w'onled good 'minor. •
DIW , NII.I :rITAT:B 'What is it?"
I asked a crowd of men upon the side
walk ; as I approached then h I hoard re
peatmrshouts of merriment.
" What is there so amusing here 2" 4
thO — foilow's drunk ; that's all."
Yes, I did see. It was a young _man.
who, in different circumstances,: might
have been called good looking. Ho had
exi&n . !tly boon well dressed a few hours
before, thiftig:ll now hp; hat was battered,
and his clothes soiled ;_and it made him'
n. still mom() pitiable sight to coo the
evidence that ho had come from it good:
home.• Ho sat 'on the dusty wall, his,
head wagging, his oyes winking, and itin,
idiotic smile on his faco, • As ho ocoa
lionally made some senseleSS remark,
the laugh wont up from tho oroiyd.
A police officer soon:earue r who-ap ,
peared to undorlitand the case, hild
lifting thO poor disgraced youth to his
fees, ho led him off .to his home, or some
.place Where ho could get . sobor. •
Hooasdrutc ; that's all I
• And is that not enough? thought
If-that boy—for ho was scarcely moro
Than a boy—had a mothor worthy of tho
name ; if he has 11 father who: knows
what it is to be dishonored by a child ;
if ho has' brothers or sisters, will 'Choy
not think it eueugh for the son and
mother to come limo. in chargo of, an
officer,. who Will exclaim Rollo leaves
Win at the door, "I found him drank
in tho-Arodt."
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