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OR, THE
Eastward ami the Westward Home.
BY MARY EYI.E DALLAS.
The eastward and the westward homes, so
they called them at those two houses, stand
ing wilii n a stone's throw of each other.—
Twin houses jast alike, with even the same
syringa and lilac bushes in the garden, and
the same number of inches of green grass
plot exactly in the midst thereof— prim but
comfortable houses, perfection ill the eyes of
their Quake: builder, who planned them for
two sons who never lived to marry and occupy
them. So it chanced that they were let to
strangers—though the little concocting gate
between the gardens still remained as it
would had brothers opened and passed
through it every day, anil somehow suggest
h1 intimacy and neighborly calls—and the
two grape vines which festooned the porches
and stretched long arms from their respective
trelli-es and mingled into one great arbor of
dusky green and purple bloom.
It was just after the last grape had been
[ lucked, and the brown branches had begun
to show through the fast falling-leaves—a
bright Thanksgiving eve bathed in all the
royal splendor of an Indian Summer—that a
young lady, richly dressed ia silk, with a
scarlet scatf about her shoulders, paced up
and down the btoad porch of the western
hoti-e, watching the sunset. She was Very
oung and Very lovely, with a kind of orien.
tal beauty which was well set olf by the
bright hues and glistening fabric which site
wore—an oriental looking creature ail togeth
er. like, the wife of some Caliph or Sultan in
the Arabian Nights, with languishing black
eyes and a form of undulating grace—an
idle, dainty from whose hands no one coul 1
have expected any housewifely duty, one who
w uid have been perfection in a Turkish ha
lem could she have been transplanted there
As she paced slowly, softly, hooded in her
scarlet scarf, a brisk little body, blue-eyed
and fair haired, with a ch'ld bv the ha.id ami
a basket < n her arm, entered the eastward
house and nodded at her.
)) hat are you going to do Thanksgiving
Day : ' she called a-ro-s to the gir.l ; and the
Liticr blushed sudden v a vivid crimson
" j
mounting to IK-r lui'cht ad, a strange sortol
cry escaped her also, smothered before it
reached the speaker'- ear. But in a moment
'it l - agitation trie put dnw n with a string
hand and the answer was sent buck acroc-s
the paling fence,
" What am I going t' do ? Dear knows
1 never do much of anything, yon know.
" 1 shall be busy enough," said the little
woman. " Such a dinner as I have to cook,
and uch a tea to get afterwards, i'apa and
Mama Marie will spend Thanksgiving Dav
with us, and Mr Marie has sent home such
quantities of tilings. ] V e been baking all
day. Ilappv you ! you know nothing of all
ties. Come and take tea, will ym, and play
for us to-morr \v evening ? Mama adores
music. 1 here, that s the stage, and there is
Mr. Mark-."
A handsome man of forty, straight as an
arrow and with a glorious beard like black
floss silk, gray eyes under Ll.-ick lashes, and
such a smile, revealing teeth like pearls, as it
flashed upon one. Little Mrs. Marie was
only i pretty vankee housewife. Her spouse
was a sulraii to match that black eyed sultana
on the porch. He kissed his wife and bowed
across the gale.
" I have been making Ida promise to spend
tomorrow evening with us," said Mrs. Marie
" I want mama to hear that new song. I'm
airaid she is too idle to leave her fireside for
such a slight temptation as tea with us ; add
your pef-uaslons—though they'll not have as
much weight as though you were a widow
er." And laughing, Mrs. Matlc went into the
hou=e followed by the trotting child.
Mr. Marie advanced to the gate, and stood
there waiting for the sultana. She did not
move. He opened it passed in. and stood
beside hc-r.
"My persuasions have some weight with
you, have they not ?" he said. And there
was meaning in his voice and in his eye.
the girl's bosom heaved.
" You have not repented ?"
And slie answered : " Oh, my God ! I
would T had strength to repent, but have
not."
lou never shall,"' he said,'• never while
I 1 ve. Oh my darling, how beautiful you
are !"
Hush !" she whispered* "Hush ! some
one will hear you—go, go."
1 o-nmrrow I shall not fear listeners." he
said ; "you remember the hour ?"
" Could I forget it ?"
" And the place ?"
This time she made no answer; hut with a
stealthy motion of her fingers, indicated the
approach of some one from the house, just in
time to send Mr. Marie back a step or two
as a good looking young farmer came out
upon the porch smoking his clear.
"^feasant evening, Mr. Marie."
L ovel>. The brightest of the Indian sum
mer."
" Aye, it will be over soon. But I like
"TO SPEAK HIS THOUGHTS IS EVERY FREEMAN'S RIGHT. "-Thomas Jefferson.
.
TUNKHANNOCK, PA., WEDNESDAY, FEB. 10, 1864.
winter, after all."
"Do you ?" said Mr. Marie ; " for my part
I like nothing cold."
And the sultana's face flushed again, as
though there were a double meaning to his
words.
" Will you come in and take a cup of tea
with us ?"
' Thank you, no. Mrs. Marie expects me,
Mr. Malcomb."
He bowed, and left the garden by the little
gate and the young man put his arm about
the waist of the young girl and drew her
into the house.
" I'm as hungry as a hunter," ho said.—
" You shant put tea off any longer, Sis
Old Dinah is in a terrible state r.f mind about
it already."
Sis shrugeed her shoulders, but she went
in, and presided at her brother's table, eating
nothing but a few spoonsful of quivering jelly
herself-—a fact which her brother commented
on as he regaled hitrself on the more sub
stantial viands.
" Never marry a farmer, sis ; you'd fright
en him to death. A crown prince would
suit you best, if they would but export one
to yankee land in search of a wife. My bet
ter haif shall relish pork and beans, sis,"
" Shall she it was said with a sort of sneer
habitual to the beauty, hut the next moment
the mood changed, and for the first lime in
all her life Ida Malcomb flung her arms
about her brother's neck.
" Promise me that you will marry John,'
she said. " I should like to think that you
had soine ofte to love, some one to be what
1 have never been in this house and never
shall be. Marry some good girl John, and
be happy."
" Why, what is the matter, Ida ?" cried
jm aghast. ' Yuu are not ill, are vou ?"
"HI? oh, no!"
" Are you eoiiig to be married ? What
has happene ' ? 1 declare I'm frightend."
Ida laughed at that, and left his clasping
arm and sitting down at the piano played a
furious galopade, which occupied her eves
and fingers to the exclusion of everything
eise ; and John lighting another cigar, sal
near her, wondering at this new phase of his
handsome sister's character.
In the westward house, meanwhile, Mr.
and M's. Marie sat as an affectionate couple
should, surrounded by their children. And
at eight the little ones said their prayers and
were sent i . bed, and at ten Mrs. Marie ri ad
a chapter from the Bible, and left her spouse,
who had buMiiess letters towii'e, alone in
the smail sitting-room.
Tlien. with her innocent girl's face bent
upon her hands, Mrs. Marie knelt beside her
tied an i prayed l>r her children, fir her pa
rents, for herself, but must of all for her be
loved husband, and then weary with 'her
household toil, laid down to slumber.
Isut Mr. Marie had no thoughts -of sleep,
neither had Ida Malcomb. In her chamber
i he sultana was wide awake, and wrapped in
hood and furs, pacing the floor with her
watch upon the palm of one small hand,
waiting im.il its hands should point to mid
night.
Then, when the two cobweb hands lay up
on each other, pointing upward, she fastened
it. in her beli, and opened the door. All was
(lark upon the stairs and in passages.
John Malcomb's room sent not a ray of
light through the old glass fan at its door top.
lie slept, and the sister paused and pressed
her lips upon the panels, and then weut on
down the stairs and out in the moonlight
She did not go by the front door, but through
a little portal at tlie back of the house into a
paved yard where the watch dog lay. He
knew her and did not bark, and in a moment
she was through the tuft of bushes and out
in tne road, past a clump of trc#s, down into
a little hollow, across it to the edge of a
small wood, and there stood handsome Mr.
Marie, in a traveling cloak who clasped her
to his heart with passionate words and still
more passionate glances.
And then releasing her, he said: "We
will find a coach at C . They might
trace us had it come nearer; can yon walk so
far ?"
And she who in her blind in fatuation
would have gone with him to the world's
end, only answered by giving him hit little
hand' trembling and burning as with fever.
They are gone. Their forms faded into
instinct blots upon the lacdscape. They left
behind them the woodland, the valley, the
clump of autumn bushes and twin houses,
which rose white and ghastly in the moonlit
distance behind them forever.
There was no going back for them, now
that there hands had rested on the plow
share.
Thanksgiving morning dawned, and in the
westward house Mrs. Marie arose like a
bright child from her 6weet sleep; and in
the eastward house John Malcomb came
down rosy from his bath of ice-cold water'
and whistling merrily. But in a little
while a frantic woman clutched a blotted
letter in her band, and tore her hair in such
despairing grief as insulted love drives into
a woman's soul, and a strong man, bowel
with woe, stood before her,crying—-" Where's
he taken my sister i Teil rue that I may
kill him." I#i tmrnm
i
The tempest paused at last, and their
sorrow was quiet for a while. It was such a
blow to both—such a sudden thing. The
wife had a jealons thought—the brother
never dreamed of harm. Incoherent gasps
and cries, questions which neither Waited fu
ller expected answer changed for more quiet
interchange of words, and Mrs. Marie held
a letter toward John Malcomb.
lie took it and read it. It was hastily
written, blotted and scrawled, and these
were the words it contained,
"You will think me a wretch, Martha.—
So I am, perhaps, Ido not blame you. In
all things you have done your duty but
passionate love was not youts to give. T
crave it. and it is offered to me. You will
not suffer; and to women of yonr nature
children are sufficient. Adieu."
" When f have loved him so dearly !" sob
bed the little woman—"so very dearly !
She could never love him so—never—nev
er!"
And, for the only time in all his life, John
Malcomb uttered an oath as he ground the
miserable letter beneath his heel. It fright
ened the poor woman. She shrank and
paled, hut forgave the brother, in pity for
his shame and woe. Then, as her eye fell on
some housewifely preperation for the morn
ing made the night before she burst into
tears.
"We of us keep Thanksgiv
. giving again," she said: and John Malcomb
answered:
! " iljere can never be Thanksgiving for me
again on earth."
Those were weary months which followed,
while the injured knowing that the eastward
house was empty, felt that John Malcomb
wandered over the earth searching for that
sinful pair, and, though to forgive such a
wrung was beyond a w< man's power, she
prayed that be who had abandoned her
might never meet that stern avenger of his
sister-'* sullied boner.
Perhapa her prayers were answered. In
! a year J >hn Malcomb came back to the east
j ward house, having found 110 trace o? those
|he searched for. He came back on Thanks
giving eve, but m neither house was tnat
festival kept save by tears and sighs, and the
children at Martha Made a knee wondered
why she was ao sad that day, and why no
turkey roasted before the fire and no golden
pies were drawn from the long oven.
By and by the lonely old man in the east
ward house found comfort in seeking the
presence of the lonely woman in the west
ward house. And she welcomed hpn, for
getting that he waa his sisters brother in her
Christian tneaknesss. John Malcomb grew
at lat to be the best-beloved playmate
of children, lie teaching the boys to swim
and the girls to ride, and doing many a noble
act for their fair mother—digging the garden
[danting the corn and vegetables, plucking
the fruit, rescuing the brindle cow from the
pound, and bringing her books and papers
from the city. For he went thither often
always with one purpose at his heart, and by
neither of them was i iianksgivmg Day ever
kept- And as five years glided by, and there
wore no tidings of whose act had for
htdden thanksgiving to two human hearts.—
1 ive years ! On the sixth, three nights be
fore the anniversary came around again, John
Malcomb awoke from a strange dream, which
seemed, as he recalled it, like a vision. His
sister, her fair face and ebony hair dabbled
with bio. J, hap stood at his bedside and call
ee to him for aid, and he had arisen and 1 l
lowed her. She moved before him, and the
. ficent -' changed to to the busy streets of New
oik, and he was conscious that no ej'es saw
the shadowy form save his own. When
before the gray walls of Trinity Chnrch, she
pointed toward it, and at the lifting of her
finger John Malcomb's eye peered through
the church, and saw behind it a den of filth
and wietchedness, a crazy dwelling, seeming
ly to weak to sustain the load of human
misery which dwelt within its walls. He
had never seen the place before with his ;
waking eyes, but he marked it welt in tiis !
sleep, and said, in answer to a movement of
the spirit's arm, "I will come."
lie awoke uttering these words, to find the
gray dawn streaming into his room.
i hat morning John Malcomb came to New
York. He told no one of his vision, not even
Martha Marie, hut went with a belief in it
which puzzled him.
"I'm growing childish, that I put faith in
signs and omens," he said.
Yet, nevertheless, he went_ay, not to
New V>rk only, hut to old Trinity, and be- j
hind it*
There rose a row.'of wretched buildings and j
one of them John Malcomb recognized. It;
was the house ho had dreamed of the night .
before. There was a ragamuffin crowd at the j
door, staring at somo thing within. John \
Malcomb closer.
''What has happened ?" ho asked.
"Only a murder!" said ono of the assem-
blage.
"A murder ?
"Yes. A man murdered his woman bore
last night."
*
John Malcomb staggered as though a blow
bad been struck him.
"Ilis wife?" he asked.
"Well," said a rough-faced fellow, "I dun
no as she was exactly his wife, I take it
twas bis fancy gab" *
was his nam*?" * *
"I dunno. They've got him safo locked
up. anyhow, and she's up stairs a waiting for
the inquest."
"Let me pass," said John Malcomb.
"Yes, let the gent pass—he's a newspaper
reporter," said an officious individual close at
hand. And John Malcomb entered the pas
sage and mounted the stairs.
The policeman stood guard over the body
but John Malcomb whispered something in
his ear which made him admit him readtly,
and standing on the threshold, gazeing into
the room with terrified eyes, John Malcomd
saw woman's form lying face upwards in a
pool of blood—a woman with coal black hair
and oriental features, the wreck of the sul
tana who paced the porch of the eastward
house on Thanksgiving eve six years before.
John Malcomb knew his sister's face, and
fell tainting on the floor.
"Sick at the sight of blood ! Some folks
are. ' said the policeman, as John opened his
eyes. "Queer case, this. The gal must
have teen a pretty one once. And he looked
like a gentleman; but this is what they've
come to," and he pointed to the crazy room
hat was his name?" said John faintlv.
"The murderer? Oh. Marie, or something
of the sort. That is, it teas. He is dead
too. They'd agreed on dying, him and
the gal, and he shot her : so he said, any
way." %
"Then they are both dead."
''As door nails," said the official. Then—
under the prevolent impress that John was
a reporter, he added : "Now, that'll make
an interestin' bit for the paper, won't it ?
d like to go at it myself if I was a writer—
which I ain't."
That Thanksgiving Day the door of Mar
tha Marie's dwelling opened slowly arter
dusk, and, haggard and pale, John Malcomb
entered, and sat down by the fire. For a
while he sat in silence, but at last he arose,
j aud bending over the pale woman, laid bis
I hand upon her arm. "Marthr Marie," he
said, l, it is all over. They art both deau
i Don i ask me how. I know it. I have stood
beside my sister's grave. God pardon them!
Their sin was very terrible."
And she, woman-like, thinking of small
thiugs even in the midst of grief, sobbed—
"Ah, I spoke truth, did I not, John Malcomb.
when I said we two should neve keep
Thanksgiving Day again."
Never? Aye, so she thought. But time
rolled on, and still the eastern and western
houses were inhabited as of yore, and the
gate was never fastened, and through it John
Malcomb tuok his way, gladder to cotne, and
tnore welcome when he came to Martha's
fireside every day' until at last, in the fiusb
of golden Indian summer, he bent over Mar
tha Marie, one day, and said :
"We have been uiiserableodong enough
\ouand I. Let us keep thanksgiving, ~ this
year, and together.' And she did not say
no.
And so, though neighbors talked and won
dered, and wouldn't have thought it, the ten
ant of the eastward house went through the
little gate one day a bride, and. crossing the
threshold of the westward house, made the
life of its master from thas hour one long
thanksgiving.
Miscellaneous
Z'ISR A story lias been going the rounds
recently, to the effect that George D Ficn
tice had become a common drunkard, bad no
connection with the Louisville Journal and
that his friends had puchased him a country
home, placing the title in his wife's hands.
In a letter to the Detroit Tribune, in which
the canard originated, Prentice says :
" Your correspondent says that tny friends
have purchased a place for me in the country,
I have never owned a place that I did not
buy and pay for. lie says that I have trans,
ferted my interest in the Louisville Journal
to another. I have never made a transfer of
it in ;ny life. lie says that the Journal has
passed from my control editorially and finan
cially I am chief proprietor and senior
editor of the Journal, and I exercise whatever
control I choose in both capacities.,,
—
celebrated Dean Swift,in preach
ing an assize sermon, was severe upon law
yers for pleading against the conscience
After dinner, a young lawyer said some se
vere tilings against the clergy, and added
that he did not doubt, were the devil to die,
a parson might be found to preach a funeral
sermon. "Yes," said Swift, "I would, and
give the devil his due, as I did his children
this morning.
PRESENTATIONS are getting common. The
captain of a canal boat out West has just
been presented with service—of five years in
the Penitentiary' in consideration of the
distinguished ability with which he plunder
ed a passenger, and then kicked him over
board.
A sporting piper says the authoriti a
Washington think Gen. McClellan's report
is rather to long fcr publication. The Bost
ton Post says it will prove most too loud a
report should it bo touched off.
Or COURSE.— The Republicans who have
ong claimed all the decency, all the respect
ability, and all the intelligence, have added
another claim—the claim to do all tho steal- j
mg.
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VOL: 3, NO. 26
1 The Tax on Paper. ,
The resolution recently offered in tb
House ef Representatives by Hon. Wm. H.
Miller, proposing a removal of the tax oa
printing prper, is eminently worthy of the
favor of Congress and the people. The pres
ent price of paper in this country at this tftse
is really and grievously oppressive, upon pub
lishers especially. The newspaper press—
which the public depend on fo r current in
formation, is feeling the advance in the coat
of paper very painfully. Some jouniala have
actually gone out of existence under it, and
many more have been compelled to raise the
price per copy to the readers. Thus the
present tax on foreign paper tends to keep up%
and continually advance the cost to consu
mers of American paper. If the duty were
abolished, foreign paper would come in, and
could be sold here at tcuch less rates than
are now charged for the domestic article, and,
of course, the latter would necessarily be re
duced in price. The tax is not needed as a
pro ection to our paper manafuctnre, nor is it
| of much importance as a source of national
revenue. Let it be, therefore, repealed. It
is doing no appreciable good, hut a great daal
of positive harm. It is a tax, indeed, on in
telligence, and such imposts should never be
favored by Government which is professedly
based on popular enlightenment Sunday
Mercury.
—*•"— ■■
The Cost.
John Brough, Governor elect of Ohio, in
his speech at Lancaster before the election,
as reported in the Cincinnatti Commercial,
said :
"Slavery must be put down, rooted out
if every wife has to be made a widow, and
every child to be made fatherless."
Every wife'' here means the wife of every
poor man. not John Brought wife, nor Hor
ace Greely's wife, nor Henry Ward Beecher's
wife, nor Owen Lovejoy's wife, nor the wife
of any shoddy patriot, but the wife of every
man who cannot raise three hundred dollars
or who has not money enough to buy a sub
stitute.
THE DIFFERENCE.— One of our exchan
ges gives an incident showing the difference
between white men and niggers, in Abolition
estimation : At a recent meeting in the Meth
odist church a collection was taken up for
the runaway negroes by an agent of the
'•frecdnien's Society, amounting to twenty
one dollars and a half. A few eTenings
after, a collection for the benefit of soldiers'
families and destitute white people, Was ta
ken up in the same church, and we are fold
the magnificent sum of six dollars was rais
ed.Thus it goes—twenty odd dollars for
.the negroes and the enormous sum of six
dollars for the white man !
When Gen. Morgan was on his recent vis
it to Richmond, he went into the " Libby,"
and there he met Gen. Neal Dow. Being
introduced to the Yankee, thelrebel General
said, smilingly, General Dow, I am very hap
py to saeyou here : or, rather, I should say,
Mnce you are here, I am happy to see you
looking so well. Dow's natural astuteness
and lankee ingenuity came to his aid, and
he quickly replied, without apparent embar
rassment.General Morgan, I congratulate you
on your escape ; I cannot say that I am glad
you did escape,but since you did, lam pleas
ed to see you here. (Pretty good this' on
both sides!)
A Wesern "local" gives this cheap receipt
for getting UD a sleigh ride on short notice:
'Sit in the hall in your night clothes, with
both doors open so that you can get a good
draft your feet in a pail of ice water-drop
the front door key down your back—hold au
icicle in one hand and ring the tea bell with
the other." He says "you cant tell the differ
ence with your eyes shut, and it is a great
deal cheaper."
£3TThe wife of one of the city fathers of
New Bedford recently presented her husband
with three children at a birth. The delighted
father took his little daughter, four years of
age, to see her new relations. She looked at
the diminutive little beings a few moments,
when turning to father, she inquired, "Pa,'
which one are yon going to keep ?"
Of all the agonies in life, that which for a
time annihilate reason, and leaves our whole
organization one lacerated; mangled heart—
s the conviction that we have been decided
where we placed all our trust of love.
Old Line Whigs who find the leaders of
their party destroying their country for the
nigger, might retlect with profit upon the
above.
GREENBACKS are printed at the rate of five
millions a day, with the signatures and num
bers all engraved, so that no signing nor
numbering is required by anybody. They
are simply packed up in bupdles, as tbey
fall from the printing press, as so many
shingles would be bound and aent oflf to mar
ket.
BCLLY FOR HIM !—General Grant is report
ed to havo said ; "I aspire only to one po
litical office. When this war is over, I menu
to run for Mayor of Galena, (bis plsoe of
residence,) and, if elected, I intend to hive
the sidewalk fixed between my bouse sod.
the depot."