IfXIAT Tift NO HAVE YE THAT WAKE? ! WfifcHfttar* hay® ye that wake for us that <lream? | What hour that Is moro fair thau those that seem? What pleasure that shall vanish not in pain? tflUkt blis>- to coin® that ahull not puss again? In droaml tnrl wave lie all thing* fain and fnfr; ■ fCPhero miMo lulls the Borrowing 1. art of vir ; Thoro sbt , whom love may nano* uot. xllont stands ! With eyes unwouderiug and iiuplo.'iiig bautix. I*o touch of lips that here shall never vioot: Th 6 etrango, lair blossoms dou• nun at our feotj Voices we'! loved thut stir the rt to tears • With thought of old and uuretuining years, TLoro flou.'j EO SAD in triumph that we weop That its whole joy shall pass; there, perfect sleep. Long rest laid havlly on aching (yes, That weary of the sunset and sunrise. What thing have ye that wake for us that dream? Long life and little luuglitt r. Ye that deem The crown of life sad visdoni and despair, We kaow this only, thf t our dreams are fair. —Herbert Hates in iiostou 'i ran script. "SEEIN' IS lIEEIEVIV." J&fy*" ~s\ BOUT tho time Ly -0 Jr \ enuder Whiting,eom s < u \k int<> u small prop -1 S l \\ ertyand a little ready ffiv * money very uncxpeo yJßv tediy, made up his \fi / mind to leave the f• B / PHjVVV. sea, which ho had .3M' '. jiSwi, " f0110w.,i," to use ■ '' I'''- own expression, ever since he ran away from home at ( years of uge, it also occurred to him that it was incum bent upon him to choose a wife /or him self—one who should cook his dinnors, iron his shirt bosoms, keep his house in good order, darn his stockings, and go to church with him on Sunday. It was very woll, as he said to himself, for a sailor to have a sweetheart in every port, but a iandsmnn with property 6hould oultivate the domestic virtues. Accordingly he proposed to Esmeralda Archer and wus accepted. It, was not a love match. Esmeralda had given up the idea of matrimony years before, and had settled down as tho vil lage taiioress. She could, however, turn her baud to anything, and coming to Airs. Conuover's one morning, had helped her to get breakrast. Lysander Whiting boarded at Mrs. Counover's, and as he sat at table lie watched Esmeralda going to and fro with her light, true- step ami bright smile, lior face, flushed from the warmth of tho kitchen, out of its usual paleness, uud that satisfaction in serving a meal to hungry folk that Is as natural to some women as their love for babies, giving her a pleasant, homelike look. "She'd make a good wile," he said to himself. And the proposal was the re sult of the conviction. The taiioress 6aid to herself that the ex-sailor had a good-humored faco, ami would bo kind to lier. He had also u hone to offer her, which she could make comfortable for him. The domestic af ieotious seemed very beautiful to the lonely, middle-aged girl, who had no relatives; and if there was no romance in either heart, there was no fear of the future. However, tho Widow Bedott was right when she declared that wo "kant. kalcu late on nothin' airtlily." Before a year had passed over their heads the newly wedded pair began to lind themselves unhappy. What happened exactly it is hard to tell. The man's code of morals and manners was ii"l that of the woman. Hhe, a Puritan of lite Puritans, brought, up in a village, could not understand the tsoa-fariug man, with In- nightly glasses ot grog, his desire i 1 .now the parlor windows wide aud let tho sun in, his un conventional disregard of neighbors and his horrible habit of kissing pretty girls. She tried in vain to force him to bo "genteel' and proper, tie strove with disastrous results, to induce lier to be "jolly," or at least to allow liini to be so. At last ho secretly wished that ho had never lelt the sea, and she that she were stiil a taiioress. It was 311-st. about this time that the old woll give out. it liad not been sweet for a long while, and thoro could bo no dovh Inn there should nave been a now one long before. Esmeralda was anxious to send for certain men whose mission it was to dig wells, and have ali done in a good aud workman-like man ner; but Lysander wus resolved that he would dig it himself, Tho two ar rued over this, as tlioy argued over every thing, and could not agree a > to the site of the well, or whether it should have one or the other of certain improve ments of t. o pump soit attached. And at last Lysander began his work in utter ignorance of all precautions taken by well-diggers, in the very worst spot pos sible. He dug a great deal, aud accomplished vory Httle ; and Esmeralda indignant at his want of consideration lor her com fort, and hi carelessness of her appro val, never wont to inspect his work. In fact, that well seemed to be tlio straw that broke the camel's back; the one reed too mm i.. ■Tin g to get up early aud finish (the woll said Lysander. one morning int. tivo< jock, as he pulled on his shoos. ■'l'll <-x ; breakfast at 7. i "Ver.) •:!," said Esmeralda, crossly; "Til bo up n time to get it; but 1 snail tub auoth i nap now." She tinned on her side uud drew the nountcrpane over her face. Afterwards Who remembered that he drew down the lehad ■, and went out of the room softly, ne with a kindly v. isii not to disturb her. Such a Utile kindness comforts u [woman. Esmeralda began to tnink that ther husband might have banged the -door, or been cross about imr taking an other nap, and she resolved to get linn a j very good breakfast; and thinking what | it should bo, fell into a pica-;.lit sleep, j aud forgot all about it. W nen she j awakened with u start,the sun was high. ! nd a tail clock on tho mantelpiece ! pointed to the hour of 10. "It couldn't be I" she said to herself, ! as siio jumped out of bed and hurriedly j drns-ed herself, .Shu had never sept -o I late in ail her life; and what would L.y- 1 sander say? He I id a right, she thought, ' to lif very augr this time, and lu quite meek spirit she set to work at the ' kitchen lire, and stirred tho butter lor uapjacks, and sliced the bacon. While , jibe v a- .oing tills she watched thedor ! for Per husband's entrance, and listened I for his step upon the porch; but m> shadow foil on the clean, white iloor, an i j no sound was heard except the chirping j of thci birds or the chatter of some socio- i tdc squirrels. Breakfast was r"uriv ; ate , Lysander did not conte, aud thrown g mi Imr sun-bonnet she set foitli to rail nun. skirting the house, she came loii-.e spot where the well was dug. Lyaumier's .jacket hwhg upon a branch of uu old pear tree, but w here was h-? Suddenly Esmeralda began tube awure of the f iot that the well hole wus not there; the. arih had filled It to overflow ing; that 'here had, in fact, been a " slide," and i hut in ali probability Ly sander w.is down at tho bottom of the ■.'! unc" a ton or so of earth. With her heart beating, and lier knees trembling she run all about the place, e reaming her husband's name. Then I ' i with ashy lips and tongue cleaving to he* mouth, she staggered to the nearest 1 neighbor's house, just managed to sayi "The woll—Lysander," and foil upon the : floor in a dead faint. For hours after this several neighbor* worked vory hard digging away the earth, with bettor knowledge of its pro pensity to return whence itcame than the | sailor had had. 'J iiey came to hie hat at last. Then itioy inline to water—or rptlier mud and water. They could do no more. The general verdict was that the ground was soft there below, and that Lysander had sunk in it aud stuck there. Finally, after a week's excitement and much drugging and probing of the hole, they decided to fill the hole up and mu"k the place as a grave. This they did. A slab setting forth the virtues of the de parted, covered tho spot, and Mrs. Whit ing put on widow's weeds. Three mouth's afterward a baby boy—Lysander over again—was born into the world; and Esmeralda, as she nursed him on her shoulder, began to believe his de parted father a model of all perfection, "She lived," she said, "aud would live for her boy;" but life was worthless without her excellent and devoted hus band. Ho had been so kind. It was in digging a well for her that ho lost his life. Aud she told all who cared to listen how he liad drawn tho shade down aud gone out softly to his work that she might not bo disturbod. Finally she began to believe that ho had said something very kind as lie went out, and she repeated that. The boy was taught, as he grew able to under stand, that he had had a vcy saint for a father, and all poor Lyt-andor's queer ways that had troubled lier much, were forgotten. She liad ills broad-faced tin type, taken when he was oniv half sober, and grinning from ear to car, enlarged, and finished in pastel, very pink and white, with a ministerial gravity of de meanor, and an angelically subdued smile, nnd taught tho boy to call it "Dear l'apa;" and meanwhile she cared for the farm, and prospered. Now and then somebody proposed to the widow, but she always gave li gentle negative. "Her heart is down that there well," said an appreciative friend who had never seen "Lysander, "and if Air. Whit ing was as handsome as that there pic ture, I can't wonder, for lie looks iiko the wax figures in the Institute fair, if not prettier." Aiost of the suitors, being widowers, took their refusals easily; but one tor torn youth of immature years, who had remarked to the widow that "it was her dignitudo that iotelied him," fell info the depths of despair on receiving a decided negative, accompanied by a reference to his early years, and left the town to "ship for a sailor and get drownded," witti a view of haunting the widow after ward ; and corniDg to the city dock- where vessols lay met a seafaring man of jolly aspect, to whom he put a few questions. "You sec," he said, "I don't kuow jest what to do. I've never followed the sea. I've kept grocery in Togglnstowu all my life, and I don't know as I'll get took onto a ship anyhow." "You'll go back and keep grocery, if you'll take my advice," suid tho sailor. "Togginstown I Why, I used to live there once. Do you happen to know Lysander Whiting down that way?" "Hakes alive! Him! Why, he s dead long ago; live or six years ago!" cried the boy. "I never saw him, but I've l.c.ii d enough of him. She goes on about him continual. It's enough to make you tick." "Agin him?" asked the sailor. "No; piaisin' of hiui," said the boy; "How awful good he wus, and how han'somc. Well, he was liau'soine. There's his plctur to prove it." •"ton don t say so," cried the sailor. "But Ids goodness!" • i don't believe lie was such a safnt. You couldn't get mo to," the boy went en. "To see Tier sittiug there holding the boy." "What? Who?" shouted the --ailor. "The young son that was born, I'm told, after that —I mean after Air. Whit ing got smothered in the well hole. I uiu'i want to be disrespectful to the dead but—well, you can licar too much of'em. She is all in black, 'inv poor, dear, good Lysander, that killed himself working for me,' every minute." ".Jonah! I want to know!" cried the sailor, "And ho does she look? 1 "She lovely," ciied the Cupid blinded you;li, "so matoor, aud ha such dig uitude." "Boy, you are sweet on her," said the sailor .iorcoiy ; "don't deny It!" "What's t! at to you if I am?" re torted the la . " lint I" said tho sailor, a- lie knock-si him down. He was gone when Billy got ni-> breath back and scrambled to his ioel again. Jsnieralda Wlilting, with her boy be -ide her, in lier kitchen peeling . aches fot . i ■ rvos, when a shadow fell upon to- lloor. She looked up and ga\<- t scream. A sailor, with a bundle on ids shoulder, stoo l th.-re looking a*. iu ;. The red pencil dropped out of her hund, and rolled over file white boards. Tho knife dropped glit tering in utiie pile of peelings. "Lysander, in his ghost i" she panted. "Esmeralda!'' cried the sailor, and took lier in iris arms. "I never thought I should get back to you, my dear, lie •and. "I left you iu bed, you know, aud and wentout J lini.-litiie well. Well, u - I jumped in there was a crash ; down i went ever;.'.l i.'ic Muck around uie, and 1 knew it w - a lide. I didn't kuow any thing more until I found myself splash ir.io ihe v a or. and yelled. When 1 yelled somebody else did.and i iel- my oil pulleu upb . my feet. I expe !-d i wus some oi the neighbors, but, bless you, when I gut the water out of my eyes, there I was standing among-., a crowd of Chi nese, and iiist -n-l of our house and tne burn, a pagoda there and a jo s house here, it tons in ■ ton min ites to un derstand it. Then J remembered how the dominie hu-i told us in one of his sermons about the antipodes, as he called 'em, and how China was jest under or feet, and 1 saw I'd gone clear thiough the World ami landed by good fortune iu a Chinese well. Well, I knew you d he i-ke.-rod; so 1 hunted up the consul ami stated my C-ISH. He allowed it was sin gular, but lie stood by mo. After a while I got a chiiucu to go homo, but it takes a good while to go round the world, and I've sometimes thought I'd never gt lie e. It's over now, thank goodnes-. Aud so that's tiie boy !' He put one arm about his wifo and one about the child, and at that moment the two middle-aged people mutually, though silently, vowed to live happily together. How much of the story her husband toid her Esmeralda believed, it, wa nurd to tell, but certainly, as she do.dared, China was right where the dominie said; ami Lysander was back again, and ••Seein' WHS helievln'," as everybody know.—N. Y". Ledger. The embroidering of bath blankets is a fancy work which occupies feminine so jouraeia at the .--a-ide. [ MILFORD'S GREAT TIME. j 1 THE OLD CONNECTICUT TOWN CELE | URATES ITS JJIRTII. I J Founded 250 Years Ago-The Oldest In habitable House in tlie Country j Within Its Uoundary—liellcs of the i Well-Known I'oet, Fit*-Ore one lial leck—Coin mentor nil ve Tower. | Tho quaint old Connecticut town of J Milford is now in tho midst of tho colo j bratlon of tho 250 th anniversary of its founding, and each and every inhabitant • feels that an added importance now at taches to tho quiet little place ; but the 1 Milford of to-day, in spite of one or two thriving industiies, is us peaceful, as primitive, as contented a community as ® it has been any time within the memory r of living men—or of women either for that matter. The basis of its modest thrift i 1 husbandry of the rich bottom lands on " which Rov. Henry Whitfield and his ship s company pitched thoir tents 250 ' years ago, and husbandry of those har- J ves's that the diurnal seasons of the sea brings to thoir shores. 1 According to tho records, Capt. ' Thomas Tlbbals discovered tho presont 7 site of Milford, the river Wopowage, the * narrow gorge and its cascade, during the Fequot war, the Indians retreating to the Fairfield swamps in 1028. A party | of settlers started from New Havon dur " ing tho following summer under Tibbals' 1 guidance, and founded tho town of Mil " ford, August 28, 1639. The bridge and | tower that have been erected to cotn memorato this event are of undressoi. 1 granite. Tho bridge spans tho swirling rapids at the gorge in a single arch. Tim stones aio keyed together, so that tin i; : is not a straight lino in any part of tha solid masonry. The round tower is ■ joined to tho parapet of the bridge a; 1 the western end and tapers toward the top, its conical roof being composed of 1 Spanish tiles. i OLD STONE HOWSF—I639-40. A huge buttress continues beyond t..0 lower, completing the curve of the para pet, and descends gradually un'il it ends in the old millstone used by William Fowler in iho first giist mill ever erected in tho colony. This stone serves as a scat for the wayfarer, and boars an in scription telling .ts history. Incorpor ated in the masonry are the memorial stones, each bearing tho numo of a founder. The keystone of the arch over the tower door beats the head of an Indian in war costume, and over it tile word, •'Wopowage," and the inscription; "Wopowage River." Near by is a :ablet announcing that it is laced there by Wopowage Lod • \'o. 11, I. O. O. F., in stiluted July 11, 1844. At the east end of the bridge is another millston which once served Governor Jonati.au Law as a doo step, and it. is so inscribed. At. th we tern extremity is a huge block of anile in memory of I'eter Prudden, th rst pastor of Mliford's first ch rch. He preached his fi-st sermon in the col tuiy tpril 18, li tis, ai New Haven, and ieii i . 1 '56. 'lhe lower door is nine timo'eii by an ancient knocker, and a .uM 't stands beside it to the memory of Kobe t Treat, who was for thirty y i. o\er ior and deputy governor of Uou uo.icut colony. pf,p. JSI Hi THE FOWLEK HOMESTEAD. The Connecticut homestead, like the Now England character, presents a somewho: gein exterior, which hurt!l. hints at lhe wealth of good humor and guodch • : within. Even in their house building tine otherwise eminently practical folk, our Puritan forefathers, went to no -light extra expcti e and labor t(i invcit lite natural pr,. iiiial processes of architectur and uiadi their ris.ng Moors overlap, as if IO serve notice on passers-by, "io lodgment here." Of this feature In coast ruction. .-<> common herca outs, the Fowlor m iu ' s'en, er cted on Moose Hill, some three j miles from Min'ord village, alTords a fair i example. Milford m l its viclni y nr.) rich in i souvenirs oi Connecticut's groat poet, ' Fitz-Oreeno ilallock, and tlie preseu p hotel of tho town r; j was for inatiy . || I years the re-' yi \ ~ j donee of the man a 1 ii ! ° 1 wlio tu tin % I "Nutmeg State- JkV —and ore-uiui /fy/f / f\\\ those ol I i m\ * h<• town now ! L'pifj t "\ i I 'celebrating it | iVm I y . J birtn.is so proud I VIVA \ /,' / I Among other \ V ; 'A • ?! // periiapn, th ■ln l .V\ // lows it:..- j \>. ' / . ciowlth 1,1 i i \ >.-CMA/ l I ei-as qiu. lit '; •" the \,: a . ! i V:: fci ■ t, j pit- 111 •♦V\ | tj ■" 11 " u \j p-i'iH u Hie t nisi,n. iion i- ii.- FLTZ-OHEENI: H I,- p OH() e . ~ LECK'.S BIN O vs. ~:de-. IIIUA ,i- .. house in tlie :t • I S>i e<. i •is t stone man-ion v *II eveiv >1 ceo pilgrim will tu ii u-ide to in pent, u . he makes the dl-tc. re of luil a itu.e oe Whil 11-ii street i om th.'very pr.mitive Shore Line luilwaj station to 'iiev.liag. ! center. Until recent years one house in St. Augustine, Flu., outri-alleil Lis in ag", I but lliat was imp iiv demolished ill goo I time or tlie purposes m' th- Milfm* eel ebra io . The "Old Stone House" w'as erected at some period in 183'J-iO by thai, ma i t prominence in the alTairs of this wot Id good i'arson Wblttield. ami Is still, at i though the oldest I ouee in the counliy In a fair state o.' preserva io: . The receding gun ■ ale is tt favorite 1 feature in lhe German warehii'. I , •* UUJ.,, |SftnER WATBR. Revenge of Onm vor tlpon Anothw With Mi Hen. jj e Quarreled. One of the host dinars I ever met wus old Captain CoraptoE. who was mur dered at the bottom of \po ecu, says a writer In tho l'ittsbuig "Dispatch." Wo wero working at the time on tho wreck of an East Indiaman, in tho At lantic side of Cape Cod, the peninsula of Massachusetts. Amongourcrow was a huge HayLiun nogro known as "Nig ger Jack," who had for some reason taken a violent dislike to Compton. He never lost an opportunity of picking a quarrel. Time and again they had triod to settle tlie matter with fists, the negro invariably getting the worst of the con llict. Cn the occasion 1 mention Comp ton, Jack and another diver wore sent down together. After working a short tr-.u© t^ o negro suddenly droiv tiis knife, and, spacing at Compton, made a vicious plunge its his right side, imping to cut through tho cauvus coat and dispose of him. The old captain was too quick for him, how ever. Ho caught the a.-snssin-* arm and threw hiiu off, at tho same time drawing his own weapon. Then began a battle for life beneath the waves. Tho captain glanced into tho blazing eyes glaring ut him from behind tho negro's helmet and knew that tho life of ono or tlie other would soon pay the penally of tlio feud. Again and again tho negro sprang at Compton, only to find his blows parried ; around they circled, jumping here and there, and wo above grew alarmed at. tlie strain on the air pipes and life lines, until suddouly a rush of wator into Compton's pump told us that his pipe had parted. Quickly I sprang to the hoisting ropes, intending to ralso him be foro tlie air in the hclutei gave out, but, to my horror, they were slack, showing that they, too, had parted. At this in stant came the "quick hoist" signal on the lino of the other whlto diver, and, wild with four, we grasped the ropes and soou had him in tho boat. Quickly we removed his helmet and plied him with questions. For a moment ho could not speak; then he gasped: "Compton's Ueud; tho nigger killed him; ho cut tlie pipo and lines," and fainted. The shock of the submurino murder had been too great fur even this strong man. We tested the negro's lines. They wero still taut, and arming ourselves with clubs we hoisted the murderer to the boat—ho ottered no opposition as we remove ! tho 6iiit and securely bound him. I instantly dressed and descended alter Compton's body. The water around him was tinged with blood and as 1 bent over him I noticed, with horror, that tho /runt of his jacket had actually been cut to pieces, no less than a dozen wounds being afterward found upon his body. Tho negro was tried and convicted, but committed suicide by choking himself with the sleeve ol' his shirt. ItemxirkiiMe Will Power* Three atorioa were told in lioston over after-dinner cigars the other day, show ing the power ,of man's will. One was of a young ollieer iii tho English army who \vqs peculiarly stubborn and iraßoi -6e. He had been confined to his bed inter a severe attack of the heart and was uuable to move. His physicians asked ono of iiis fellow ollicors to warn mm that he would never got out of bed again, that he might arrange his affairs lioioro death. When the sick man was told what the doctor had said ho arose in bed excitedly and said: "I will never got up again, eh? I will walk to the noctor myself and show hiin." He jumped to tiie Hour, walked across the room and fell dead. The other wus about a sheriff out west who, when arresting a man, was stabbed Lirough the heart. He seized the man by tho shoulders after the bludo had .-truck him, pressed him to the ground, drew his revolver, and deliberately thrusting it down tho struggling man's throat, pulled the trigger ut the instant iie himself died. Tlie third story was regarding another ollieer who was hunting down a thief. The man thought tha. he hud given bis pursuer tiro slip, but just us he entered one door of a ruilroad cur tho officer appeared in tho other. Tho thief in stantly lirod, tlie bullet penetrating his pursurer'e brain. The otllcur returned ine shot, bringing his man to the ground, lie then dragged himself ulong the aisie of the car, firing as no crawled, until his r volver was empty. lie was dead when ho was picked up a second after ho ceased to shoot. —New York Star. MatlntlCd of Peri^sth'luiiN. A recent statistical publication of the city of idorliu gi\ <v> information concern ing the numoer of persons w*"> daily pu-,s along the most crowned thorough fares of lierlin, London, and l'urls. In the Leipzigor strasse, Rorlin, between rho Leip'.iger Flatz and tho Wilholtn sliaase, in February, 1878, wero 43,1.14 persons ovory eighteen hours; on tlie Jannowitz bridge during every eighteen hours in Dec uiber, 1883. were i,UUO per sons. At tlie same time some Hii.liOO per sons were passing over tho Urauien bridge. In April, 1884, 08,713 passed every sixteen hours through the Muuz stnisse between the Grauadier and the Kaiser Withelni strasse. In tlie same month the number of pedestrians in a short stretch of the Getraudleu strasse was 47,506 every six teen hours. The daily travel of pedes trians over the London bridges Is esti mated to be: Over London bridge, 110,- Wi-t; Itliickfriars, 78,198; Westminster, 41,460; aterloi), 32,815. In the work, "Eos Traveaux publics do Frunce," l'aris, '.lt, the number of person-daily cross ing the Font Nouf, in 1312 already 80.- 00.1, is estimated to be about 150,000, — N. Y. Sun. Tlie Hollies ol ♦!• l ulllnel. All of the cab.iiet officer:, have rented houses tor next winter, and the olliuial season is expected to far surpass thai of tie Cleveland r gimo. Mr. lilaine had some dillleulty at first in finding a Hon o to his choice, but at last decided upon lno old isoward man-ion on Vernioir avenue aiiit right acioss from the Whi"o House and state department. It is large and old-fiisliioned, ivitti green blinds to the windows. Fostmuster-General Wunamaker has tlie finest house of tlie cabinet. Soon alter his appointment In - purchased tlie house .u Secretary of th" Nan Whitney, and decorators arid carpenters have bem busy all summer. Secretary Tracy hu . bought tlie large house occupied by tti" post.iuaster-ge.e rai of the lute oiliuini - nat ion. Secretary Wimlom bus not yet d'cid.il upon his house, but it is more than likely tluit he will occupy lhe same one lie had when senator. Uncle Jerry Rusk hu-i the houee on Massachusetts avenue formerly occupied by Minister Lincoln when secretary of war. Secretary Noble is the last cabinet ollieer lo rent. He lias leased for three vears th- fine house formerly mviwd uy ji n Holliduy. Taken altogether, tha cabinet is well provided for. The black ribbon collars now seen on light dresses urn fastened with small (thine stone buckles. TUB LADY OR TUB TIOBtt. The clock struck nine, and FonUfsz was atietylnf, what to <lo- J Five \viw It in worldly wealth—his morr..*je set for two. "Which shall it be?" he pondered, as with th tuh he playoil; "Tho girl against my luck at cards—tha tiger or the maid? "Five dollars pays the parson, but when th® hoot is tied My rope is run. there's nothing left to give tho n w made bride, "But with a glorious winning, culled from tho tiger's lair, No present wero too handsome to give my Indy fair "Yet, if I lose—ay, there's the rub—'tis a far easiea thing— ] Tho briifr-eluct may wait in vain the lover autl the I ring." He tried his ltiok, the tiger won, and yet, I think, 1 the maid i v. - --Wiujpicr far than if the youth in better luck I bad pu^.,,l —Chicago New®. GERTY'S ELOPEMENT. „ UNDERSTAND, / thou, you mean an elopement? V Oh, surely, surely, j •d ; Gerty, you never 1 If. cuti be in earn - • *£*- : 4'4 e8t? " v •/"" < 'fa Gerty Fane sat >-AW'? on 11 lnlll ' n I°B> VV'\ * S'-a whose mossy cy '-Ak, gOTi Under was half * Ji hidden i n tall, /■—. r. J*?\i//rSplumy ferns, and u " {vt'yS wheie the trem / •-V'v ifflETybliug July sun- V \Jj' liuliikyx'v'lieums rained ; ; , down through 1 | mil summer to -* ' f liag'o like a ens v cudo of gold. An artist wou 1 d have painted her as a wood nymph, with her hair of braided sunshine, hei deep, limpid eyes, and the beach-like bloom upon her perfect cheeks. And ,iet this dew-eyed beauty wu> neither more or less than a factory girl, who worked a machine in the big shop whose gray stone chimneys rose out ol tho hollow below, at a dollar a day; it girl wno had grown up on a diet of yel low-covered novels, and dreamed ol knights and ladies and perilous adven tures. "Y'os," said Gerty, lifting her dew blue eyes, "an elopement. Isn't it ro mantle? And isn't lie imiuisome?" Sarah Willis looked i-icily down into the eyes thai, were so like blue ttowers, "Gerty," said she, "I beseech of you to think twice about this business. Have you forg en Francis Try on?" "Francis Tryon! Unly u cutter in the shop!' "An honest, honorable man," said Sarah, impressively. "Why don't you take him your-,oil, since he is suck a paragon?" return . Gerty, saucily. "Because he loves no one but you." "Then he may leave oft loving me at his leisure," said Gerty. "idou'tcarca tig foi him, and never shall. I am going to marry Mr. Montressor; and 1 nev would have told you of the ciopomei., if I had supposed you were g- g to lie so iil naturod about it My , isa i.ujns v prejudiced again-: him an you arc, and -o 1 aiu driven to it." Aim Gerty l ane tried to vail her exai ta iou beneath a tone of injury as sin rose up and began to i.,m,e her way through tho tall ferns, Sarah loosed wistfully after her. "A spoiled, harmless little beauty !" she sum to herself. "But Mr. Tryon was kind to me when I came hero frien t ler.s and alone; ami Mr. Tryon loves I ei; for his sake I will not siiiml ~uie,;.v e. and see her insh on ruin.' "You see," Gerty i aue liad told her. Coiiii lentially, "I am to go to he shoj on Wednesday, just,a- usual, s . mat iu;> father will not suspect anytliipg, an I then I am to l'eign a headache, just at train time, and leave work, step quietly on board the train and go to Pittsburg; there 1 stop at the llapgm house lie comes there tlie next day. a d we're murriod; and then we s all io Sara toga, or Newport, or Long Hianuh, or some of those aristoeritio place- ; and won't it be charming?" But Sarah Willis shook her head dubi ously. "I don't like Mr. Moutressor's looks," said she. "He's just exactly like that picture. •Lord Byron." in the 'Fuels of Eng land," retorted Gertv, triumphantly. "Hels only a I. >■ •. I.ngsnlesmnn.' "But he's to Lua partuer in ta- firm in lh" fall. He told me so him'e". a"d lie showed mo the photograph • m-em ployer's daughter, wlio is madly in lov with him." "Why don't he marry her, then?" And now Gerty dimpled iulo radiant consciousness. "I suppose becne - lie likes me best," i said she. "Oh, Gerty I—ami you believe all this farrago?" sighed Sn iti, de-pairingly. "You're only eaiotis because you haven't such o lover yourself," retorted Gory, frowning > • I r tier curls like a lovely, willful eln i. And tlien Satali • i lis abandoned th. task of lemoustraie ■ it" , for all thai., the tliouglit ol i iimk Tryon's iiearl break lay sore and in i \y at her iumout soul. ".-■he muy go to ruin her own way," thou, h* Harah; "l>ut eu shall not drag him oown wit.li her. niressor—Mon tressor— 1 know I iniM i nrd the name Monies hero—it eai • ie-a •! tri able re membrance with u . i iie über now! It wis a Mr. Mom r - o i.ai boarded sol long wi'li \ii ut F".l> . uirker. and Ui.-u I weiu IK.IIV Million • ".line his score.! George G.eilnii .lion I that was j the nam" ! lii to ■ A..nr, Follvthisi very night. 1 e.-ta cn.-il. gn lie r- - tlie : train by 9 o'clock, ami tiackugain in time I for work tomorrow morning. Ami if there is anything to lie found out, I'll | ; find it! Fram is Tryon was good to mo i once, and 1 shall never forgot It." "Can I speak to you tonight, Gerty?" j Gerty Fane was hurrying away from j t the great workroom where the buzz of : wh -.'ls wus gradual!, decreasing, and j ; th" girls were b •. inning to look tor ilieir ; i hats and slinwls, when Francis Tryon I J advanced toward lie:. "No!" she retorted, peiutnntiy. "I'm j I in u hurry!" "Then I will walk along toward home ; I with you.' "I'd rather go alone I" He cast one sua, reproachful glancs to. i ' ward tier ami stepped back. "Gerty—" begau he. ••I'm not Gerty, I'm Miss Fane." tald the girl half lietiant, half frightened, ( "And I'll trouble you to keep your dia- . 1 tanee." And away she Hew like an arrow out oi 1 a bow. She was just in time for tho train that : 1 paused a minute at the solitary little de -1 pot in tlie woods, and, leaning back in the seat, reflected joyfully that she was already begiuuiug the elopement. Pretty, blossom-like little fool 1 How little hurl she calculated tho end of her rash experiment! And yet to her it seemed that she was boginuiDg to live romance. It was toward 10 o'clock at night when tho train stopped at Pittsburg. The Hupgood house was nearly opposite tho terminus, a comfortable, old-fash loned wooden structure, its windows gleaming with lights, like the shine of friendly eyes; and thither Uerty bent her footsteps. •'Oh! "said the plump, motherly land lady, "it's the young lady from Wardham village as a room was engaged lor by Mr Moutressor. Number 10. Yes, it's uli right, Miss. Please to walk up. Tho lady's there, waiting for you!'' •• l'lie lady?'" • .Mrs. Montressor, you know," said the landlady. "And a line, handsome person she is, only a trille stout, as we ail is. when we gets toward it) odd." Gerty stood as still urnl whho us if she was turned to stone. "His mother, I suppose," she told her self, regaining courage. "How kind of trim to send her here to welcome me 1" At tho same moment the landlady Hung open the door of number lu, a small cozy room, with a blight lamp burning on the table, "It's the young lady, mom!" said she, dipping a courtesy. And a fat woman, gayly dressed in cot ton, velvet and imitation lace, waddled forward. "Oh!" said she, "good evening, my dear. So you're the gal that's goin' to marry my husband?" "Y'our husband?" echoed Gerty. "Don't be alarmed," said the fat woman, busying herself with the strings of Gerty's hat. "We was divorced eight years ago. He couldn't support me, and 1 wasn't goin to support him. He's had wo wives since, llut don't worry. He's got bills from both of 'em. One of em drank, and t' other one said he drank. b guess they was both true I And now he's shined up to yo.i! Well, 1 guess you'll get enough of him, a great lazy, drinkin' vagabond, as was raised in Pork ilill Workhou-c, and served two terms in the penitentiaiy for forgin' Lawyer Ou •lorley's name to a check for Gerty stood pale and shocked. •It is false!" gasped she. "You are inventing these lies to estrange me from • -.doss your heart, my dear, no I" .i'!i!,'' said the fat woman, with a com loi fuble, chuckling laugh. "What should I gain by estrangin' you from him? I don't care. I've my marriage lines to -how, and my papers of divorce, and ilordv's welcome to many as many new wives us Bluebeard, for all I care." Gerty turned to the landlady. ••How early does the tirst train for Wardhuiu start in the morning," saiu she, "At I o'clock," said the landlady. "The railroad hands go down on it." "So will 1," said Gerty. "And how about the gentleman as en god the rooms?" questioned His. Hap -ood. "I'll never speak to hiiu again!" said Gerty. with spirit. she was at her machinn the next .i uniug, as usual, and when Frank i von came pas- she looked up shyiv ntii his face. "Please, Mr. Tryou," she said, "won t on forgive me tor b< iug so cross wit a u last night? i—l am very sorry, ind if you can walk home with me in night—" that was enough for Mr. Tryon. They were engaged before tho moon uas au hour high Unit night! PorGeity's fancy could not endure the i ca of being fourth or fifth wile lo a man who had once graced iho poniten iiiry, and Mr. Montn-s-er never bei-.out t- pretty liuucee again. And Sarah Willis kept the secret oE i. r elopement well.—N. Y. i.odgcr. in t!if Sum (mn. Augusta, Gu.t has an editor v. ho was - a red into several weeks' illne-a by a. giiost, says the Atlanta "Journal.' Ont 0, the reporters of the pap i lells of it iu print. The sickness is o\ei with now, iiiui llie cause of it has leaked out. The name of the editor who suffered himself to be so badiv frightened is not given, but it. is a pretty .gotui ghost story and is given for what it. is worth. During reconstruction times a resident of Augusta was arrested by the military authority, aud put under guard at the Palmetto house, which stood iln-n where the "Chronicle" office now is One guuni kept uu eye upon the imprisoned eiu-. 'ii. During the night the mull ed tro d oi tho sentry was brought to a halt by a ..i.al knife thrust. A.lt: b. ief slrug e i o g ,a.<l •■■ ■■! ad ... ■' Uis prisoner ... • i'o this oat it. has never boeu ! lea-red wl'.OUid Liu IV. ling. i. i ap|i i eii on. a . I" some few weeks ~;t. '.Hut oUO of tie • ' n. edi.Oi'S ioiindit necessary t i, i his desk a tier tho rest of the lor > . m"- I. me. he was engaged busily u li<* houfii ft low uiiiilled lon-.- , cuts of lory of liie Yankees . ..or < utile back to him. lie iUteucil m; uiiy tie iieard the almo-i noi-e!o- step of the avenger. Then lie heard the noise as :iio guard was borne ■ tie eatli .•ry as the knife bltoh a vitai. ptl t. tlie but tied steps oC tile Hoeing lib • ■ ,:or and llborttleii—the eiihoi was in a ■ e.lliulll. 1! was mole than li e 1•■ .I • - ipei lebow coulll stallil. Ml v . • . k, Had lu mind and body ig.ei jmhi - > i la bor. lie gave eompleti iy away, iti .'lis Itcipluss e. u iition visioes ot ~ ■ no life eauie up before him. He icached home, but was I hi own into bed, wiivru lie I .'illumed foi weeks Lhe incident hail nearly killed lum An Kn|li>'. lie I. on a Roue. I Our senioi edlti . "Old Nat. ' spent I -cxeial uays reci nil.v on ilie sm coast | wiili ids family, where heme' Lotus De i ,u illy, Bailey Mat his aid M . ,;c XYaiker, | -ays ill" t'raw n dviiie "'limes. lie a I ell lelio ll luel Willi a siUgle uwV'll 1110 j .1 t'li pi haps v.ill no. occur again in 'lc n \i ...ado. M die out. in the 'ou.v IDliing one day | Hiey espied n urge gray c, . Hying di 1. c. IV toward :ie iii. Not 'loHitiiig rllgr. lie "natiom.l i|ueeu" wo .;u o iido.-eei l to make war "ii iier subjects, l.my j quietly eoai nued to throw out ih ui ! hues; but -in'prises never cease, dust I is ii reached the boat in which lln v wen* | IDliing, it took an upward liigiit 'for u, goodly distance, when all al uu, e down i it name with a tremendous swoop, sttik iug at Mr. pemllly. who sat in the bow j of the bout, missing!'!, lieud only "by a I hair's brea iln. it made several oi her attacks, butuua vigorously beateu oft by | the use of their fishing poles. Klllrit liy l.lglitnlug In u Hollow Tree. Frank Stevenson, colored, aged 17 years, a resident of WUliauisport, was I overtaken by a storm and took lefuge on a recent evening in a hollow tree along | the Conococheague. Lightning struck ; the tree and youug Stevenson was in stantly killed. His lifeless body was found the following raoridug b'and.ng upright iu the tree. Bcitimoio j A merman.
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