A NBWBPAPKR CLIPPING. Twas a clipping from the papa* Telling of Bomr funny caper On the 'tage; 80 I read it every .t-iter. Baying that I'd hO-j UO bettat For an ago. Then I turned the flipping orar "With no pnrpoaa to discover What was thore, ** But ;u smiling contemplation Of the humorist's creation, Ilieh and rare. AH I looked I know (started And the amile from lipa departed, For I saw, Printed them in uncut ooiumn. Notices of death. Bad, noleinn, Full of awe. 80, I thought, come grief and pleasure. Meted out with equal meaaure; You may laugh For aome other one is wailing For the tear iH smile's unfailing *. Other ha.f. —Columbus Dispatch. AVENGED. mi. /E L ti," quoth Ifflf < -* r ' l " 1 ' 111 " mm u IMI T'" a,,|S i "' s tlmt /mi the new gover (ml ness? 1 had ex iw# peotcd quite u JrJ different sort of per so n—s oiu e lijjsffiji MRemf one, you know, ijlZPffi'. ft \/ my dear, of age *. an( ' experience." Slic 'us 11 blooming, stiver-haired old lady, dressed iu black satin, with a snowy tulle chemi sette, a cap like a white rose, and little, blue-veined hands; anu us she stood leaning against one of the wis tarla wieatlied column, of the piazza, she eoulit see through tho cool perspective <>t the parlors into a little library beyond, where a young girl's figure knelt on the i.oor, a wealth of jet-black hair stream ing baok over her shoulders and her luce hidden in the cushions of tho sofa. '"She is seventeen, grandmamma." said her son, a stout, bald-headed mem ber of society; "and how much experi ence do you suppose one requires to teach two little robels of six aud eight tears old their catochismand multiplica tion table? I dote say she'll do ve: v well." "But, at all events," said Mrs. Vlllars. with a true-hearted woman's quick sym pathy, "she's miserable about sotne .iug—homesick, perhaps, poor child and I must go right away and comfort •i.r." And the first thing Hildegarge Russell ,knew old Mrs. Villars' velvet-soft band was on her forehead. "Child, child!" oooed the old lady, "don't lie sobbing here, but get up and let me brush out this long, beautiful liuir of yours. "Are you really seventeen?" a- that pale, statue-like face was turned toward her. "You don't look as old as that." •'I was seventeen last month," said Hildogarde, mournfully, "and I am so, so wretched!" "Pooh ! pooh!" said Grandmamma Vil lars, cheerily, "as if a girl of your ago had any business to bo wretched ! We'll ' chirk you up hero, or we'll know the rea son why. Now, tell me, true and honest, wjhat you were crying about?" lint Hildogarde, although she smiled faintly up through a chiaro of tears iuro Vjv. Vlllars' face, and covered horpivlly ->. d hands with penitential kisses, would confess no slugle word. She went about her duties as governess that same afler noou, however. "Now that I have had my cry over, I feet better," said she, softly. oho told Mrs. Vlllars that she was au orphan—that her father had been a rlcli bo itheru planter, who had never dicamed that his sole child and heire.-s • would be obliged to avail herself of the accomplishments in which he had de lighted, to earn her bread. Nor would li have been So, she simply added, if Uncle Geoffrey had not invested her money in a bubble concern, fondly hoping for quadrupled roturns, und then bettered matters by blowing his own brains out. But when Estelle, Mrs. Villars' young- est daughter, came home from a visit to New York, Hildegasde opened hdr sh\ Heart farther still to tile rosy, swee:- voioed, sympathetic girl: "1 thought ho loved me for myseii -•aione," Hildegardo whispered to her new friend, "but when the news got abrouil oi l_ uelo Geoffrey's suiofde, and my utter • beggary—oh, Estelle. he wont away with out a word or a note! He left my heurt to break by inches." "Then ho was a villian!" said Estelle Villars, nodding her pretty little head. "But I loved him, ICatelle." "Do you love him still?" Hildegurde's eyes fell before the clear azure ray of Estelle's glance. "No—yes—l hardly know whether I do or not. Sometimes I tidnk I hate him I" "Tear him frotn the very outer vesti bule of your heart, Hildegardo," coun seled Estelle, taking both the cold hands in her own. "He Is not worthy of a dream—a thought—a solitary fancy. Be lieve me, dearest, you have had a fortun atJ escape from being his wife!" "Ah, Estelle, it is plain to sec t hat you never had your heart w recked !" "N'o, and I never mean to. Dear Ilii degarde, cheer up—all men are not like this southern lover of yours. You are a child yet, with a whole life-time of hap piness before you." And in the magic of Estelle Villars' presence Hildegardo Russell grew lc*.- gravo and sad—her dark eyes shone, now and then, with a light other than that of sorrow, and her bird-sweet, voice sounded occasionally in a merry laugh. "Hlie is very pretty," suid the grand mama to Estelie. "I wonder now if Charley Kartell were to come here qua 'visit, if she mightn't fancy him? 1 know he'd fall in iovo with her the first thing—ho always was wild after that Lai ia Rookli style of beauty—and Char ley lias a Hue property, and would make an excellent husband for any girl." "Oh, not yet, mamma!" cried Es tello, holding" up both hands depreciat ingly. "We must wait a whole year ye! ; you haven't any idea how sore her poor little heart still is, after that cruel wound!" "Nonsense!" said grandmama, ener getically, polishing her spectacle glasses. "When I was a girl—" "When you wore a girl, darling," inter rupted Estello, "you had a splendid lover, and a splendid husband, all to J'Ourself, and so you can't judge in the oast of poor, blighted Hildegarde! Please let ino manage, mamma, If you plAaso!" Estelle and Hildegardo had a "con ference" together on the jessawiue soented back piazza that very evening b£ moonlight. "Ajpd he's really coming down hero to eee you?" said HUddfcarde. "Yes, he's really coming," said Es ' telle, demurely. "And do you love him !" "No, certainly not!" dissented the young lady, with some energy. "Do you •uppose 1 carry my heart on my sleeve for every good-looking masculine elaw to peck at? "Is he handsome?" pursued HlWe garde. "Yes, very." "Dark or fair?" "Fair, with very large blue eyee—a regular Apollo of a man." "But do you think he cares for you Estelle? Come, be frank with mo, that at lea-d. I have told you everything." "Well, yes; to tell you the honest truth, 1 do think he's rather smitten with me," said Estelle, with a slight laugh. "And you cau-4augh?" murmured Hil degarde, roproaohfuliy. "Why shouldn't I, child? Would you have me cry about It?" vivaciously de manded Estelle. "I can tell you I think it is very good fun to be a pretty girl with plenty of beaus. Time enough to sit down and shed tears over the total depravity of the world when I am a for saken old maid." "And that you will never be?" said Hildegarde, with an affectionate little sqeezo of her friend's rose-leaf hand. Estello was more like her silver-haired tnamma in more respeots than one. "Nor you oither, eara mla, if I can help it!" "I! 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