THE PEACE OF SLEEP. Jtetreshed and Yirorous mar t swas-aj To bear tha burdens of another day; And, wiser pa Chi In Thy great vineyard make. Tint follow Christ more closely all tha way. 0 may the peace that so pervades Sleep's sphere Hush storSji of strife, soothe Sorrow's plaintive wall. Heal wounded hearts and dry the flowlnj tear. , So Love and Mercy with good cheer prevail. ( 1 thank the Love that rules this border land. Where blesned angels wait to serve; and stay To lead us gently on, with helpful hand. O'er life's uneven, dark and toilsome way. Beneficent and sanatory land. Where healing power these machines re pair. Machines mi long In use. complex and grand; Yet so abused, worn out, and wanting care. The Love Divine that broods o'er mystto Pleep, Which sweetly typifies our final rest. Shines through the pearly Rates, that open keep, Near Sleep's kind vestibule to mansions blest. So, tranquil now, I lay me down to sleep. And sink nwny from self. Into Thy will. Till morning dawn, no more to watch or weep. For one Is softly breathing "Peace, be still." Mrs. It. C. Mather, In Pfistnn Transcript. t tttnt. itttttui I iTTTiTTti Av MODERN HIGHWAYMAN ft BY CLAUDE ASKEW. CLAliA Stanhope looked hnnl nt her partner; ho interested her nnd it was seldom n man did that. She hnd actually danced four times with Kog er Meredith; it was quite against her strict code that now she was sitting out with him in a dark corner. It was the evening of the Medford ball; all the? country wns there the .big lish nnd the small fry; it was a pay and animated scene; curious glances were cast nt Clara nnd her partner, for she was the big catch of the coun try. Little was known of lloger Mer edith beyond the fact that he was a handsome scapegrace, nnd the bishop of Had ford's nephew. "lie is almost a man I could rare for," laughed Clara Stanhope to her self; "nnd what is there to prevent him liking me? I have youth, pood looks and money, nnd I nm tired of a lonely life; lie may be a scamp very likely he is, but I can afford to marry whom I would, and I like this, man hugely." "I am leaving this section to-nior-row morning,".-- Koger Meredith's voice broke in suddenly on the girl's meditation; "so to-night will mean good-by for many years, I am afraid. I nm off to the far west." "Von r.re going abroad?" ' " "Yes for some time. Hark! they are striking up a wait. Shall wc dance it together?" "Impo.-Mlile. Lady Jlalcross, who is chaperoning me 1 Jim staying with her, yo.i know ordered the carriage et 2:"fi sharp. It is nearly that now, and she hates to keep the horses wait in ir. 1 am n f rn irl 1 must go and pet my flunk. You will not be stop ping with your uncle again before you go abroad?" "No; so this is good-by. I have barely known you for three weeks, Miss Stanhope, yet I can assure you that you are the only woman I have ever regretted saying good-by to." His si eh and rhanner were uncon ventional, but there was a ring of truth in his voice. Clara Stanhope caught her breath; fdie realized that for the first time ia her life a man had touched her heart. She found no pleasure in her maiden freedom and almost mascu line independence; she became fraifk )y primitho nnd wholly natural. Crimsoning even to her brow, she asked slowly: "Why should we say good-by?" "My friends call me n bad card; besides, l'e fallen on evil ways. If I hail met you earlier in my life well, well, we are nil pawns on Kate's chessboard; so (rood-night, Miss Stan hopeand good-by." "As you like, but remember if you ever care to see me again, 1 am 28, and my own mistress." She gathered up the folds of her tulle ball gown and stood up, a tall and splendid specimen of young wo manhood. She was brown-haired, with deep coloring; she carried her self superbly, and wore, as few wo men could, a magnificent tiara of emerald-, a famous Stanhope heir loom. l:"'-rer Meredith caught lier hands impulsively. "If vou were onlv a begtrar girl, lit take you abroad with ine; out to a new life in the west." "I might not go." "Ah; but you would go." He dropped her hands, saying, as he turned away, "To each one his own deitinv. 1 have met you u vear too late." "Have you?" She spoke in a clear, low voiie, then moved forward, utid In a few seconds was lost to sight, lloger Meredith followed her with bin eyes till tlar crowd hid her from view, then he sighed shortly, and turned irritably tin a nervous-looking, fair-haired man who was udvuncing to meet him and said: "I thought you were never coming, Harry. Is my hore ready?" "Yes; Jim W waiting with it In the tli rubbery; It's almost time to tart. Have you found out from the girl what time the Uakrou carriage wag ordered? . "Tea, for fctt; aad It want four? minutes now." , "We are In luck to-night, Boger. Lad Halerosa is . wearing moat of her diamonds. Yon will scoop an Immense sum with the old lady's jew els, to say nothing of Clara Stan hope's emeralds." "I cannot do it; I throw up the Job." "What! Showing the white feather at this hour? Itesides, there's no risk, my dear boy! Who could recognize you in a crape mask, or suspect the bishop's nephew? There's not been a knight of the road in these quiet country lanes for the last 80 years. It will wake the good folk up give them something to talk about!" "I) the good people; it's a hate ful job robbing women. I tell you I won't do it, nnrry." "Y'ou seem to have forgotten that women have pretty well robbed you. Also, that unless you can square old Levi within the next few weeks he will come down smartly on that young brother of yours. The youngster was a deuced fool to forge your fa ther's signature, of course; still, you took him to see Vera, knowing her and her kind." "I know I did. Well, he shnll have the $4,000 all right, and get back the bill. Cheer up, Harry, old man. I'm going to see the game through. For get njy momentary hesitation to be come a scoundrel. I know it's im possible to raise the money in any other way, so here goes." And with a light, mocking laugh Hoger Mere dith turned on his heel, nnd his friend whistled softly. The moon had gone in, nnd the dark country side seemed deserted; Lady Halcross' carriage rumbled safely along, her ladyship dozing hap pily, while her pretty debutante daughter nnd Clara Stanhope kept up nn animated, if whispered conversa tion. After a while the younger girl censed to prattle, her pretty head nodded in unconscious imitation of her mothers, but Clara Stanhope snt erect and upright, thinking new thoughts, dreaming new dreams. "I shnll meet him again," she thought; "nnd then " Her reverie was suddenly inter rupted. The click of a revolver resounded through the country lane, and the forgotten cry of a pnst century, "Your money or your life," roused sleepy James and the easy-going old conchmun to a state of cringing ter ror. A highwayman seemed to have started out of the hedge. The car riage lamps revealed that he was tall nnd thin; he wore a crape mnsk nnd a riding cloak, and carried himself with nn assumed swagger, "Hands tip, my good men, or I fire! Now, ladies, while I cover the serv ants with my revolver, I nm afraid I must ask you to step out of the car riage, nnd hand me your jewelry. I want nil the valuables that1 you Hre wearing, and as I mean business and have no time to waste, I must have the jewels before I count ten, or " A horribly suggestive click of his revolver sent Lady Hnleross flying out of the carriage) with nn agility remarkable in a stout and elderly chaperon. "Take my diamonds, take them nil, you wicked, cowardly man!" she sobbed, teaning off her gleaming. glittering gems. "Only spare our lives, (iinie him your pearls, Janet, my darlir.ir." J'nor Janet stood trembling by her mother's side, but ns Lady Halcross spoke she put up her little shaking hand, and offered her pretty trinkets to the highwayman, who seemed to take them against his will. "I suppose you want my jewels, too?" Clara Stanhope spoke, in im perious tones, nnd faced the assailant boldly. The two frightened women hail slunk back into the carriage and were cowering together: the coach man and footman on the box hnd their arms up, leaving the horses to chance and fate. "I certainly do," was the stern, short answer. "Then take them, thief:" As the girl spoke she held out her wonder ful tiara and as the man seized the glowing green jewels she sprang at him like a young tigress, and half tore the crape mask from his face. Then a sharp cry broke from her. "I know you:" she cried. "Oh, I know you!" leffre she could say more she was struggling in the highwayman's grasp, and his hand was over her mouth. "Can I trust you to keep silent if I spare your emeralds?" She nodded her head; nnd, as he removed his hand, "I will keep si lent fin my honor," she whispered. "Very well, take the stones." He handed her the jewels; then added, half under his breath. "I'm not rob bing for my own sake." It was doubtful if the girl heard him, for she had sprung hack into the carriage. The highwayman looked in, and as he met the look in Clara Stanhope's eyes, he realized what he had won and lost. "Drive on you pair of frightened curs:" he cried to the coachman and footman, and the carriage rumbled swiftly away. Suddenly, above the nobbing of the women inside, he heard a cry, and the carriage window was flung open. "Here, I don't want your bribe; take it." A flash of green shot through the air, and Clara Stanhope's emeralds fell on the path. The highwayman left them there. 1'eoplc supposed afterward he had dropped them in Lis flight Lady Halcross never recovered her diamonds, and the mysterious high wayman was never discovered. The detectives had many theories, am. were quite certain who the man was. , He had been wanted for some time, and was a notorious criminal, theyj said. Clara Stanhope used to smile when she heard them talking; but her smile was a very sad one. ' " And, out in Texas, Roger Meredith was learning to write his name on a clean slate, the name of an honest' man, the memory of a girl's face ever with him, and her indignant cry ring ing in his ears. The words Clara Stanhope spoke when she hurled her emerald tiara through the carriage! window were branded uoon his soul, j The lifn he lived was a hard one, but at least a clean one; he was alone for days, but the wild life of the ranch suited hitn, and the loneliness . of the young country appealed to J him. He liked to look at the stars: at night and remember that they shone on the land of his birth; that fie same noonday sun poured its rays on the old land and the new. He felt that he was done with his home for ever; that he was exiled by his own deed from intercourse with the wo man he still loved; but, all the same, he intended to work out a new life, for well, perhaps for her sake, per haps for his own, for his old life and old sins hnd grown distasteful to Roger Meredith. He knew there was something better in life than any thing he had found yet, and he had a strange sort of feeling that Clara would understand one day the real Roger Meredith, understand and for give him. Clara waited nt home, waited as women have to wait, keeping her love , story to herself her unbroken, un-, finished love story. I She sometimes heard news of Roger j through the bishop of Radford, who , delighted to speak of his nephew to a sympathetic listener. "Getting on splendidly, my denr, splendidly. Put his shoulder to the wheel nt last. Ah! I always said there was good stuff in Roger. Texas is making a man of him." Clnrn used often to go nnd lunch nt the bishop's residence nnd talk to the old man. She was very fond of the bishop, but not even to herself would she confess that she still cared for the bishop's nephew the high wayman, the thief. One day she heard n piece of news thnt colored her face, and set her heart beating wildly. "My nephew Roger has had to come home. My brother is not nt all well, nnd he wanted to Bee Roger again before he died. The denr boy arrived last week; he will be staying here for a night or two soon, so you must dine with us, Clara, and meet him." "He's been turning over a new leaf, my dear," he said, gently, "it's a great comfort to me, Clara, a great comfort; and God bless you for it, my child, if it's your work." Clara said nothing; what wns there to say? She privately determined not to dine with the bishop; but f course, she went. She found a very different Roger from the man she hud parted from nearly five years ago; and Roger no ticed that some of the freshness of youth hnd left Clara's face, to be re placed by n softer, sweeter look. The hard, brilliant girl had softened into a tolerant nnd merciful womnn. l!sger Hushed under his bronze ns he touched Clara's hand; she noticed the shnme in his eyes, and her heart bled for him. "I am very glad to meet you again," she said very slowly, looking stead ily nt him; "very glad, indeed." ?' "I do not deserve this," was his low answer. Somehow, after dinner how it hap pened neither Clara nor Roger was ever quite aware the two found themselves nlone in a small inner parlor, the other guests hnving con gregated in the larger room, where singing wns going on. Roger looked at the woman he loved, the woman he should love to the end of his days, and an intense desire came to him to tell her the truth, to let her know he had not robbed for his own sake, and so re: deem himself ever so little in her eyes. "I want to tell you something. Miss Stanhope," he said in low tones. "Will you hear me? It's quite a short story." Clara inclined her head silently. She looked at the man as he stood up in front of her, and she knew whatever his faults were that she loved him, loved him as only a strong woman could. What was he going to tell her? She could not trust her self to spenk. In a few words Roger Meredith ex plained why he had stolen the jewels. "The boy was snved by my theft," he finished, in n whisper; "and my brother runs straight enough now. He has hail his lesson." A long pause followed. Clara looked at Roger. His eyes were fixed on her, but he said nothing. "Why have you told me this story?" She tried to speak calmly. "Because I love you forgive a thief for his presumption. Clara Miss Stanhope, I return to Texas next month; say you forgive me before I go. I shall neter see you again after to-night. Say you understand ever so little " ' Clara interrupted him. "Do you still want my emeralds?" Roger flushed to his eyes, "I beg your pardon well, perhaps f deserve that speech." "I accompany my emeralds," mur mured Clara. "Clara, my dear, you don't mean oh, no, it is impossible. I'm not worth your love." "rerhaps not," was Clara Stan hope's answer; "but you have it all the some." Then she added, shyly, "Donf you want to keep it?" Roger gave her the best answer to her question. H. Y. Weekly. . , Shylock was the man who wanted a pound of human flesh. There arc many Shyloclcs now, the convales cent, the consumptive, the sickly child, the pale young woman, all want human flesh r.ivi they can get it take Scott's Emulsion. ' Scott's Emulsion is flush an I blood, bone and muscle. 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