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.
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Av MODERN HIGHWAYMAN
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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?"
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Tom Why so melancholy, old mii?
Jack Miss Jones rejected me last
night.
Tom Well, brace up, there are
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Jack Yes, of course; but somehow
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