The Johnstown Democrat. jltiPir PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY MORNING, No. 138 FRANKLIN STREET, JOHN SO wN, CAMBRIA CO., PA. TERMS—*I.SO per year, payable In advance-*- outalde tlio county, tlttem, cents nddlilonal for postage. It not paid within three mont hs sw will be charged. A paper can be discontinued at any time by paying arrearages, and not otherwise. The failure to direct a discontinuance at the expiration of the period subscribed for will bo considered a new engagement. Aimn NutwostA ((one must bo accompanied by the CASH. L. L). WOODRUFF. Editor and publisher, , FRIDAY, OCTOBER 18, l89.;~!jj DEMOCRATIC TICKET. For State Treasurer, ED WARD A. BIULER, of flearfleld county. Prothonotary, JAMES C. DARBY', of cone jpaugb borough. Register and Recorder, CF.LIWTLNE J. BLAIR, i Ebpnsburg. District Attorney, FRANCIS J. O'CONNOR, of Johnstown. Toor Houso Director. R APHAEL A. HITS, of flarroll township. Auditor, JOSEPH III!'i t, of Elder township. Corsoner, PETER Mc-io. an, of portage town ship. MISS CD A R BARTON. ,ln view of her runny benevolent acts and scrupulous devotion to her life work, too much cannot be said in praise of this lady. The flood sufferers of Johnstown have abundant reason to always hold her in grateful remembrance, as she lias been ;l instant in season and out of season " inreleiving their distress and in minister ing to their wants. Among the many noble, generous liearu 1 men and women that fled to our relief on wings of love and sympathy, sin :lands to-day con spicuous among the 'oremost. Her ad vent was with tin first eastern train that reached Johnstown, ami was greeted as an angel of mercy. With licr aud for months afterwards, ;es, bugs, barrels, trunks, and valises filled with clothing, shoes and hoots, bedding, and food came by the hundreds and thousands, untii the temporary buildings she had speedily erected were crowded to repletion. Then with an ardor born of the uobd-st impulses, and with an energy that km w no respite she went everywhere on her great mission of love, gladdening the hearts of hundreds of our destitute and suffering, asking no questions about nationalities, creeds, social standing or color. The one great controlling, inspir ing bond of universal brotherhood made us all akin in her estimation. A, etc. did u.I organization select so wisely and elect so judiciously as did the National Red Cross Association whentt chose her to preside over its benevolent work. Such is her national reputation that the generous donors of money and goods, had no hesitancy in putting all iu her hands. All, did we say—great is the pity that she had not been selected as the custodian of the millions placed in other hands. Her fine executive abilities, her powers of discrimination, her ze.il and her faithfulness, would have left uo grounds for complai. :s of tardiness or favoritism in the Distribution of the princely sums of uio,icy contributed for the relief of the su.V ring thousands of the Conemaugh Vn'.ic-. Appreciating her tractor, ability and work as Johnstown ,atopic now do, we do not wonder that Charles Milliner's estimate of her wu high. In escribing to her the highest .. ributcs of exalted womanhood, and iu saying that nl>e pos Eessed inn marked degice the I ugliest crude Of both statesmanship aud soldiership, lie gave utterance to a i . nth that has been verified in all our great National disasters, 6uch as as the forest fires of Michigan in 1881; the Mississippi floods of 1882 ; the Ohio floods of 1883 ; the Mississippi cy clone of 1883 ; the Ohio and Mississippi floods of 1884 ; the Virginia epidemic of 1880; the Texas drouth of 1887 ; the Charleston earthquake in 1887; the Mount Vernon cyclone of 1888 ; the yel low fever in Florida in 1888, and last, but not least, the Conemaugh flood of 1889, To her timely and heroic work, more than to that of any other human being, are the people of the Conemaugh Valley indedted for whatever may be their fav orable circumstnnces n nd condition of to day. And as she gin- • into new fields of disasters, she will o rry with her the blessings of tli" hundreds of this flood-swept disinci ■' who were ready to perish." We close this brief tribute to her superlative merits as we began by savin too much praise cannot be awarded ti< . REPOHKIKI. .VAGARIES. With all that i • rs really accom plish—and it niii-i in- dmitted their suc cessful work at ' iii.i-s is marvellous there are sonic tliiiiL's they fail to do, among whicli is !<> k . some of our public men. If auy of > m ending statesmen happen to be housed i day or two by a common cold, or an an mk of rheumatism, or a disordered stomach, the reporters, especially the sophomo'-es in the buisue-s, I write long notices of t m m<|.|. >i ~vi <- vcre illness, and pre !, nation. Only the other Hon. Samuel J. Randiii! the grave and the other <• ' it, witli no possilii.'i* "i .;.-i either from its perilous -nun i.- dangerously sick did tin ;, ■ ••> -,i i that his early demise wu-. of a few hours, it was -in - . 1 ' ii presence in the House of It ; • - ~• could not be hoped for. But in less thin. a v.. , the country is "made gliui by , | the announcement that he lufs taken his I family to Washington, and that he is now actively engaged la preparation for the arduous duties of the coming session of Congress. It is also to be noted that a few of the sume kind of reporters have been lately sent to Johnstown, and are sending off dispatches to city papers filled with ap palling news of wide-spread and destruct ive contagious diseases. One would sup pose from their accounts that epidemics more fatal than yellow fever ever was in : tUftSouf), are ravaging Johnstown and surrounding tillages at the rate of scores per day. Whereas the fact is that the general health of our community will compare favorably with that of almost any section of Western Pennsylvania. CARRYING coneealed deadly weapons has become a custom in this country so general in its practice that it is not un usual lor men to regard the possession of I Mich an article on his person as necessary as litis to have a pocltet-knife or'a toothpick. One can scarcely mingle with a crowd of a dozen men on a thoroughfare or a pub lic resort without coming in contact with one or more men secretly armed—for what? It is a question tall of vital interest to peaceable people, and a challenge to the authorities. When a man leaves | liia home, says an exchange, with a revol- I ver in his pocket merely to pass the time I in the town where he lives or participate ! in the pleasures of an entertainment in a I public hall, he has a meaning in his ac I tion which premeditates death to some i one, for he who speeds a bullet at another unquestionably intends to kill him 4 Such a view of carrying deadly weapons cannot be escaped, when it is considered in the light of public -order and obe dience to the laws of the land. Peaceuble people do not need to carry concealed deadly weapons on their person. If any emergency occurs justifying a man to carry a revolver or rifle, he can do it openly and in the face of all men, and whatever is the result of his doing so, he will have a fair chance of receiving a justification from the courts empowered to revise his act. It is the currier of the concealed deadly weapon who always stands within the shadow of the law, for the violation of which he is in constant risk. THB Director of the Mint says that the exportation of $70,000,000 in gold this summer represents the money spent by Americans in visiting [the.Paris Exposi tion. He cites, in proof, the fact that the Haflk of France has gained $83,000,000 during the 3ame period. The other #7,- 000,000 may .he supposed to have been spent mainiy >" buying goods in London to he SmigsrVd through the New York Custom House by patriots who are very sure that American industry should In protected by enormous duties. THE Tenth Biennial Meeting of the In tcrnational Conference of Women's Chris tian Associations will be held in Baiti more, October 22d, to 25tb, inclusive, opening on Tuesday afternoon, CHAL. L. DICK INTERVIEWED. The Itelief Fuii-.t Itaing; TTltlihelil too Long;— Bufieriii £ and .Sickness— Political I'ur ]>o*en Kept the Work From Italng Done. Clial. L. Dick, Esq., was interviewed Tuesday by a Pittsburgh Leaier report er. and we take tiie following report of the interview from that paper : Chal L. Dick, of Johnstown, was in the city to-day, and was interrogated upon tuc condition of tlie distressed city. lie says that the .withdrawal of the State labor from the district is a mistake of somebody, probably Governor Beaver or some of his officials. " When the State did withdraw its forces from the work some weeks ago," said lie, "it was positively known that a large number of bodies of the victims of the flood still lay buried amid the debris in the rivers around the devastated district, aud upon a prayerful supplication of a majority of the citizens the work was resumed, and in a short space of time that the State laborers did work afterward bodies of the victims were found In great numbers in the limited space that was worked over. No great work was done during the last labors of the State, yet among the little debris that was disarranged during this time over twenty bodies were found, showing that the now quiet Conemaugh and Stonycreek ripple and sing the requiem of many buried hundreds in un known graves. The relief is beiug with held too long," continued Mr. Dick. "The poor man who owns a little lot of ground either is waiting and longing for the distribution, or has already gone ahead, and perhaps—if the fund does not come up to his expectation—put himself into so deep a gulf of debt that nothing but luck or Providence can pull him out of it. There will be suffering, there will be sickness from the exposure that the little protection the Oklahomas and Hoover Hughes houses afforded the poor people that accepted the magnificent offer of such beggarly, niggardly grasp ing and outrageous care afforded them by those who held the fund and who should have thought of shivering children and their mothers set out to the mercy of the winds and frosts of the Aliegheuies in such frail barks as were almost forced upon them by a calculating gang of work ers for their own individual interests. Typhoid fever is rampant now—decom posing animal and vegetable matter make the air in the valley putrid with germs of disease, aud yet some of the gentlemen at the head of affairs say there is no cause for complaint. There is more fever with in the flooded district than has ever been known in its history, although the pop ulation has been reduced considerably bv tlic Hood, if the Hl'ii'i bad left Mc i\:iV>' .i- • ■•••■ '-.c Mm, here a*i for political p - * * . long since have •ii N a • .-nines into the ■v •• ■ ,i I the majority ■■ jn-- l a .>• 11 Spanish. The ~- in i-in' ui the courts, i". * !- ml -i* - • v: . m Spanish. This ' '* •!'- mere are ever I HO*. ••'Vi ii les ot i.e-ruph wires iu opciaLoii. A LAST YEAR'S LEAF. V Amid the springtime bloom It lie* L ' A leaf aero, brown and dead; f Beneath it lie tho flagrant flowora. The birds wng overhead. The genial sun eh! net warmly Bo ft zephyrs stir the trees, And o'er the flowers lying near J. Wander the busy bees. Amid the green and the springing lift The loaf lies oold and dead— A reiio of another spring, A spring forever fled. T' is thus the heart, when joy is o'er, 3 And love deserts at last, I Lies like the leaf, a relic sad ' Of days once sweet, but past. 1 —Boston Transcript. b MARRIED AT SIGHT. i ' _ II ■-*]_ ghl p ''"n upon the Medl terranean station 9 ÜBtej tor about a year, yi# it ._* when tho com ' H. + ' Sfvf „• mandor ordered the ship to head f | for Marseilles. I[ \ VgfirtT ./ I was then a A U-A) y oun K midship * mSm - nian, and enjoyed f " the leave on shore In a foreign port with boyish de ' -Ml light. There were r "N six In our moss, t iHhSEv, an( * we managed to get shore leave ' so as to be together, when it was possi ' ble to do so. This was tho case one line . Sunday In tho month of December, as mild and summer-like in tho south of I France as New a England May day. '■ The singular experience of one of our i number I have often told einco about the mess-table or camp fire, but have novel put it into print. ' We wore strolling on tho square known t as Le Cours, St. Louis, a sort of perma nent llowor market, whore the women ! sit enthroned in tent-like stalls of wood, ' j encircled by their bright, beuutiful and I i fragrunt wares, while tho manner of ar j ranging tho stalls, so that tho vender sits raised some six feet in the air, gave a ! novel effect to the scene. 1 While we were idling away tho hour in Le Cours, St. Louis, with these roguish und pretty llowor vendors, wo wore all ' thrown into a state of amazement and ; curiosity by tho appourauee of a young 1 girl of about 17, who rushed among us with a startling speed, and who, hardly 1 pausing to regain her breath, said, In ex i cedent English: "You are Americans, and, I trust, gen ! tlemen. Is there one among you who i will marry mo?" "We will aU marry you," was the in stant response, accompanied by hearty laughter. "Ah, you are in sport, but T am in earnest. Who will marry me?" There seemed to be no joke after all. The girl was positively in earnest and looked at one and all of us as coolly, yet earnestly, as possible. "Here, Harry," said one who was rather a loader among us, and address ing Harry, "you want a wife," and ho gave our comrade a slight push toward the girl. • For some singular reason Harry took the matter much more in earnest than the rest of us, and regarded tho new comer with a most searching (but re spectful glance. Approaching her be said: "I do not know exactly what you mean, but I can understand by your ex pression of face that you are quite in earnest. Will you take my arm and let us walk to one sldo?" "Yes; but 1 havo no time to lose," and, taking his arm, they walked away to gether. We looked upon tho affair as some well prepared joke, but were a little annoyed at the non-appearance of Harry at our rendezvous on thu quay. Our leave ex pired at sunset, and we dared not wait tor him, as Captain D was a thor ough disciplinarian, and we didn't euro to provoke him and thus endanger our next Sunday's leavo. On board we went, therefore, leaving Harry on shore. Whonwe reported the question was, of course, asked whore Midshipman B was, to which query we could return no proper answer, as we reully did not know. He knew perfectly well that wo must all bo at tho boat land ing just before sunset. It was plain enough to us all that thero was trouble brewing for our messmate. Hurry did not make his appearance until the next day at noon, when ho pulled to the ship in a shore boat, and, coming on board, reported at once to the captain, who stood upon the quarter deck, and asked tho privilege of a pri vate interview. The circumstances connected with the absence of Harry were very peculiar, and as he was one of the most correct fellows on board, his request was granted by the captain, who retired to his cabin, followed by the delinquent. After remaining with the commander for nearly an hour, he came out and joined us." "What Is the upshot of It, Harry?" we asked. "Well, lads, I'm married—that's all." "Maided?" asked the mess, in one voice. "Tied for life!" was the answer. "Hard and fast?" "Irrevocably." "To that little craft you scudded away with?" "Exactly. As good and pure a girl as ever llvod," said Harry, earnestly. "W-h-o-w?" whispered one and all. "How did Old Neptune let you off?" we all eagerly inquired—that being the name the captain went by on board. "He is hard on me," said Harry, seri ously. "What do you think hedemands, lads?" "Can't say, what is It?" "It 1 don't resign he will send me home in disgrace. That's his ultima tum." "W-h-e-w 1" again from ail hands. "Let's get up a petition for Harry," suggested one. "it's of no use, lads, I know he means what ho says. He has given me a while to think It over." It was all up with Harry. Captain U was a severe, but an ox cedent oflfloer, and ho had only given the delinquent the alternative of resigning or being sent home in disgrace. The fact that he had got married,ln the man ner he described, in place of palliating matters, only aggravated the captain beyond measure. He declared it was a disgrace to the service, and a breaeh of p •> i 1.-ty no* bo le overlooked. Hiory roid u h i st-uy in a desul or* l)"' *r. interrupted by many qu **imi > vuliiiioi". but wuieh we will , ~ I a c ■■tide for .i for the eouvouien • ..I* i M-lcr in're .\i*i; m WHS tho orphan child o t ;i.e nlia.it, wii i Had li eu of high h hi,.. lug duning !ii- lit* an i who I—f i a hani ionic for'uue to t-ndo- hiy.-'aughi-r o her wedd'm/ day, >*, if HI rn'. o be fore, she was io receive ™i ■ property • coming to thu age of 20 yuuis. ll mother had died in her infancy, ami ti •• ! father, when she was 10 years o>f <ggv, j ' placed her in a convent to bo -due i .d, where she remained until his death, which occurred suddenly, six months previous to the period of our sketch. After his death Julie becamo the ward of her uncle, by the tenor of her father's will, and the period of hor edu cational course having just closed at the convent. Hubert Meurlce, tho unole, brought hor home to his family circle. Madame Meurlce, it appears, was a sohoming, calculating woman, and, knowing that Julie would be an heiress, she triod every way to promote her in timacy with ner own son, who was an uncouth and ignorant youth of 18 years without one attractive point in his char acter. Hubert Meurlce, the uncle of Julie, was a sea captain, whoso calling oarried him much away from his homo. During his absence his wife treated Julio with tho utmost tyranny, ovon koeplng her | locked up in her room for days together, tolling her that when she would cousont to marry her son, Hubert, sho would re lease her, and do all she could to mako ' her happy. But to this Julie could not j consent. Imprisonment even was prof- I erable to accepting her awkward and re pulsive cousin. One day she overheard a conversation | between her aunt and her hopeful son, | wherein tho mystery of hor treatment was solved. I The boy asked his mother what was tho use of bothering and importuning J ulle so. "If she doesn't want to marry me, mother, drop the matter. I llko Julie, and sho would mako mo a nice little wife, but I don't want her against hor will." "You are a fool," said the mother. "You know nothing about the matter. Hor father's will endows her with a for tuno at bor marriago, oven if it bo at 17. just hor present age. At 20 she receives the fortune at any rate. Now, don't you see if you marry hor wo aro all fixed for life?" "Does Julio know about the money?" ho asked. "No, of course not." "It's a llttlo sharp on her," said lhe boy. "I'm looking out for you," said the mothor. "Just so," mused the hopeful. "I am resolved that sho shall marry you, and that is why I keep her locked up, so that she may not seo some one she would like better.' "Lots of money, eh? Well, mother, let's go in and win. When shall it bo?" "It must beat once," "The sooner the better." "Y'our father is expected home next week. I want you to be married before he returns. Ho approves of it, but is a little too dollcato about pressing matters so quickly. I know that no time is like the present time, so I havo been making arrangements to bring this about imme diately. I havo got a Protestant clergy man who will perform tho ceremony first, and then you can be married at any time alterward in the Catholic church, to make it valid on her side, for her father was a Catholic." This was enough for Julio. She under stood the situation fully now, and suw that her aunt would hesitaiie at nothing. The poor child feared her beyond de scription, and had yielded to her in everything, save this one purpose of her marriage with Hubert. Julie was a very gentle girl; one uuou W hum i.i X .. LUl| Ob punity. She had no idea of asserting her rights, much less of standing up foi them. But site was thoroughly frigh - oned now, and resolved to escape at any cost from tho tyranny which bound In T No fate could be worse, she thought, than to be compelled to marry that coarse, vulgar and repulsive crea ture. Yes, she would run away at once. The poor child—for she was little more—had not asked horself where she should go. She had uoother relations that she know of in the world, uud tho isolated life she had always led had caused her to form uo intimacies, or even to make friends with those of her own age. Indeed, with this prospective fortune, yet she was virt u ully alone und unprotected and without a relation whom she did not look upon as her enemy. The next day after Julie had heard this information was Sunday, the gayest day of the week in Marseilles, and, for unately, Julie succeeded in making hor escape from her aunt's house. Still un decided where to go, and in her despere lion fearing that at any moment sin might be seized and carried back, sli. had wandered into the flower marker, where she came upon us, already de scribed. As sho explained to Harry afterward, she was intent only upon eseapo, and be lieved this to bo her last chance. Wheu she saw a half dozen young Americans, who seemed perfectly respectable, the idea that positivo safety lay only in mar riage dawned upon hor, and she actually rau toward us, as wo have related, the moment the thought developed It self. Harry became moro and more im pressed with Julie's story as they walked along, while he was delighted by her in nocent beauty and manifost reflnementi It was oil like a dream, almost too ro mantic for truth. Our "fate" sometimes comes to us in this singular fashion, he thought. "There is a tide in the aff airs of men which, taken at the flood lauds on to fortune." Suddenly he turned lo her and said; "Dare you trust me with your happi ness?" She looked at him thoughtfully with her soft, pleading eyes. Bbr brain wi very busy; she remembered whut awaited her at home, what had driven her thenee, and then, in reply to his sober question, she put both of her hands into his with child-like trust. They wandered on. Julie had always plenty of money in her purso, and they strolled into a little chapel on thoir way, where they found a young clergyraau, who could not resist their request to marry them, backed by ten golden na poleons, and so, though reluctantly and advising proper delay, he performed the marriage ceremony, aided by the sexton and his wife, who each received a na poleon. Ae an inducement, Harry had also told the clergyman that he was Just going to sea, and that ho must be married be fore he sailed, that not even one hour was to be lost, "Perhaps I am saying the girl's honor," said tho young clergyman, as he Anally consented. Julie came out of the chapel the wife i*' TTa.-r; B . who wont with her to ?'o lluuil dtt Louvre. From hero he f-eni. a pie;--lug noie !• the American cou-n*. who came to hi:n early the next morn lug, and bv tue earnest persuasion "1 Harry, the consul agreed to yrl** t i young wife.to his ownghoime. i.kii nb Bis should lie settled *• 1 regu.ued thyir fui.uio course! I*n the eonsui's house Julie found a pleasant and naie n-Ue.it for the viroc heing. Hurry I!., by means of proper in- | ilueuco, once more entered the navy, the second time as lieutenant, and now wears a captain's epaulets.—N. Y. News- j WUA T. Oh. what la the lovo of the hate of men? What la their pralac or their bUmut Their blame lea breath, butan echo of death, And a atar that glows bright and ia gonu from the eight— Ahl auch la the vaniahing guerdon of fame, Ob, what la tho grlof or tho Joy of life? What la Ita pleasure or pain? Tho joya wa pursue paaa away like tho dew; And though bitter Lhe grief, time brluge relief To th e heart that L wounded again and again. Oh. what la the lose or the gain of time? And what ia success's fair crown? The gain that we price—lot it fades and It flies; j And the loss we deplore ae quickly is o'er There Is llttlo to choose 'twlxt llfo's smiles and life's frowns. Oh, mon they may love and men they may hate, It matters lttUe to me. For llfo is a breath, and hastens death To gather In all, from tho hut and wall. To the home that is narrow—the house that is free. Boston Transcript. THE MATCHMAKER. j a OHE than any othor, A tip th ee s pec ia 1 gift Ml 20r upon which Mrs. . uAfi /1\ Ferguson prided Jwjk. /If herself, was her tal -0 / 'l3 ont * or mathniak -IL\ •'Q Her large, m\ In spacious house was I\J m full of cozy corners BY ft and tiny uooks, our w i{§L tained, carpeted ami tjr daintily furnished, Y where a tete-a-tete was a luxury not to bo despised. She had a positive genius for effacing her self and all other superfluous people when John and Jane were to be brought to understand each other, and she was constantly on tho walch for Johns and Janes to bonofit. It cunnot bo denied that Wlllatown, like the proverbial republics, often proved ungrateful, tho wrong Johns be ing frequently paired with tho Janes of their special abhorrence, and it had been more than once whispered by disap pointed wooers, that they "wished Mis. Ferguson would mind her own business." Hut nothing would over convince that j benevolent old lady that if marriages were started In Heaven, sho was not a special agent upon earth to forward them. It may therefore be Imagined what a "thorn in tho flesh" it was to this schem ing lady, to have undor her own roof, daily at her table, a nephew who, at the mature ago of 28, was, in spite of her ceaseless endeavors (I had almost written persecution), still a bachelor. "Poor fiharles?" his aunt would sigh, "he is so shy, so reserved! Ho wHt never have the courage to woo Ills wife, and it is my positive duty to help him ! Hut the more persistently she drove him into her coziest nooks .and corners with the prettiest girls in wlllatown, tin* more he avoided ner parties, bo tlicj luncheons, teas, or evening gatherings. It was not entirely the fault of the prdtty girls either, for Charles Barker was a man to whom women naturally in cline, gentle, dreamy, poetic and ex ceptionally handsome. Had he lived iu the present rage for the (esthetic, he might have been accused of affectations, of posing for admiration; but it wu - ■v!t' hi— -> ei—pre r ■' ra'lor of nr :t dreaming poetic temperament, that coiiiu lift itself out of tho commonplace sur roundings ol' his life, and dwell In an ideal world apart. Wealthy, and not vory 6trong physi cally, Charles Barker devoted his life to his books, his pen and his pencil, never attaining to the highest excellence iu poetry, music or painting, yet possessing talent above the average amateurs. And into his dream lifo there crept a reality that filled his hoart and brain with new visions and hopes. He foil in love! Bather, he sortly, tenderly floated along upon the music of a sweet voice,the light of a fair, womanly beauty, till, scarcely conscious of his own infatuation, he gave to Bertha English the whole love of a heart as yet untouched by a woman'.-- charms. That she was an heiress, wooed by others, the gontle belle of more than one social circle, did not trouble him for a moment. Ho scarcely asked if she loved trim, content to worship her. Thor oughly unpractical, full of visionary, ideal dreams, he did not try to plan a fu ture, seeking his love in her homo when no was sure she was alone, Joining In : in woodland rambles, filling his portfolio with sketches of her face, and writing poems to her out of the fullness of lib heart. And therein he erred, for Mrs. Fer guson, "clearing up his rubbish" one morning—a task sho never trusted to a servant upset his portfolio, and plunged into the very heart of his secret, bhe was delighted! Bertha English would havo been her own choico from all the world of women. She had been so afrnid that Jennie Italston would succeed In her brazen-faced endeavors to capti vate Charles that she had fairly trembled for him. It was true that ho seemed to be serenely unconsolous of that pretty, saucy damsel's endeavors to win him, but thore wore times when Mrs. Fergu son foared his own absent ways might draw him into some avowal that his sen sitive honor would compel him to re peat. Having made her discovery, Mrs. Fer guson next attacked tho victim. How he shrank and quivered when ills cher ished secret was dragged out and spread before him I could never describe; how every nerve shuddered and recollod as Mrs. Ferguson urged upon him the ne cessity of immediate aetlon, can never be told. It was llko tearing open the petals of a moss-rose bud, and then bid ding it to bloom to full beauty as II it had been Buffered to softly unfold Itself In the sunlight. "You must propose eoon, or you will lose her," Mrs. Forguson had declared. "Why, sho lias a dozon adorers. Do you suppose thoy will all shilly-shally as you She worried and badgered him until he actually wrote his proposal, which she undertook to deliver. It was as unlike the courting of which he had dreamed as moon-rays to gaslight, but he did ask to huvs his love returned, and begged Ber tha to be his wife. Only instead of "Bertha," being ones ataited with a pen in his hand, he wrote "darling." and "dearest," and "ray own sweet love." Onoe possessed of tiffs document Mrs. Ferguson became poetic, resolving that it Mould not lie di ltv.-ied in a common place navel po, *.u'.. as suited su* I. i. i - I*-a-th,.i - i.- nephew, in a basket ! dowers I nil md in roses and sinothe* d i • rhino*. Tim baßket wn a marvel of ben •*• * lien Vlmy, Mi-s Lngli-h's maid, broin ii in uerriniiu. ■drs. i **nr"-on Icit ft. Ims- uud I* t olilin in cn.i, lie did not get out • h<r . HIT kon* I * 'luy.hud h<*r dreams, t* vim enf Unc hero poi-M** -d CilH* • Barker * velvet J blown EYES, his WUMII : rown finT d Vand ■k> heard, ti i'i-*u features and lon, mil.ileal uu Heiress as she was, courted, flattered dhd petted, she had a pure girlish heart, full of romance and tenderness, and she had given It In Its first sweetness to Charles Barker. Loving him. she, too, had visions of a day when he would whisper his hearths secret Into her ear, and in soft, tender acconts woo her to be his own. ' F'.ie. looked carelessly at the flowers; then, attracted by their beauty, admired j and petted them. "Mary," she said, "put on your hat, u;iu lake this to old Mrs. Worth, with | rnv love.*, I had Intended to cut her | . today, hut this is prettier l thanTrfcoulct arrange." Maty obeyed, nnd Bertha took up the thread of her musings. "Deary me!" old Mrs. Worth said. "Miss Bertha is very kind. Thank her for mo, Mary." Thou: She, too, foil to admiring the flowers, until she suddenly remembered tnat ft was her son's birthday. What could she give hlin that would delight him more than theso pretty tloral treas ures? She put her card, and a line, " With mother's love and birthday greeting," on the top of the fragrant heap, and sent the basket to Mr. John Worth's bachelor apartments. It was late in the afternoon when that gentle man found his present, without tho card, which had slipped off. The landlady, however, Informed him that they were left by "his ma's girl;" so he wrote a note of thanks, and sent the basket, now losing its llrst freshness, to the lady of his love, intending to call in tho even ing to inform her who was tho donor. The basket, duly delivered to Jliss Jennie lialston, was for the first time thoroughly examined. Tea was over, and Bertha English was in her pretty drawing-room, alone, sing ing sweet melodies by twilight, hoping a little that Churles Barker might call, when there was a rush, a flutter, and she was caught in an embraco that dealt destruction to all her pretty rullles and luces. "I am so happy I must tell some one," Jennie Ralston panted, pulling Bertha to a sofa and cuddling close to her, like a baby. "J ust think, dear, he loves me I —he loves rae! And has asked me to be his wife." "Who?" ask"d Bertha lightly, "fte inem bor you have so many lovers, -he' doesn't help me one bit." "Charles Barker,' - Jennie whispered, witli a sidelong glance to see if the shot told. But, sweet as she was, Bertha va< proud, too. Only surprise was to be rend in her voice. "Charles Barker! I did not know he was one of your adorers." "Oh, yes, for quite a long time. He proposed today, and I accepted him. ; hall I show you his letter?" "Oil, no, no ! How can you show that i) anybody?" "Oh, I am not one of tho sensitive kind. I do love him, and I mean to make a man of him ! Shako him out of his drrtrmv ways, I mean, and put some life into him." "I hope you will bo very huppv," Bertha said, ami endured her evening of martyrdom as best as she could. Three years later, Mrs. Ferguson call ing upon Bertha English one morning, surprised her sobbing over a photogruph Charles TS.ir'.-er, burled r.nc week bu tore. bho did not try to hide the picture as the old lady came up to kiss her, but put her head down upon tho broad breast, and sobbed s.ill more bitterly. "Why. Bertha! Bertha!" the old lady cried, "you are not grieving for poor Charlie?" ■•I may love him again now that he is dead," the young girl said, sadly. "Love him?' "I can tll you! And he is dead now. I loved him long before he married •ie nie." "But why, then, did you refuse him?" "I? I,never refused him. He never asked me to marry h m." "He did! I saw him write the le ter, and I left it myself at your door in a bas ket f flowers. It was in June, when the roses were at th ir height, and 1 put llie .'otter in a bed of roses. It was not a week la er that he told me he was 11- gaged to Jennie. I was never so amazed in my life, but he was so very odd about it, so stern and cold, and treated me s inehow as if I was to blame, i hat I aid not dare say much to him. I thought ho U uined ino for hurrying his proposal to you, and that your re.eetion stung him into proposing to Jennio. She really Killed him, driviug him about, into so lely, to the city for the winter, breaking up all his old tia'its, and really overtaxing his strength, i warned her that his mother died oi consumption, and that he couid not bear so much excitement, but he would not heed me either. He did not seem to care." "You say he proposed by letter?" said Bertha, In a strange, still voice. "Yes." "Directed to me?" "No, dear; just folded into a cocked hat, und put amongst the flowers, quite out of sight." "Then Jennie thought it was Intended for her. I sent the basket to old Mrs. Worth, thinking you would not mind, and she told me she sent it to her son. We all know how Infatuated he was with Jennie, and although I do not know it, I run easily suppose he gave her the has ket. Sho showed me the letter which >egan, 'My Darling,' I remember well, .ud was signed, 'Devotedly yours, Charles Barker.' Twice I refused to read it, but her triumph was not com plete until I did." "Oh, my dear, I see It all. Poor Charlie! Ho oouid not tell a woman she had made such a mortifying mistake. On, Bertha! why did I Interfere? If I had only lot him manage his lovo affair in his own way, he might be alive and happy now. Oh, my dear, can you ever forgive rae?" She was weeping bitterly, and Bertha sould only curves her, too muuh overcome lo speak. But the sharp leeeon was faithfully learned, and Mrs. Ferguson interferes no more in the love affairs of Wllistowo. Her last attempt at match making cured her lmevur ol any desire to continue the ocuupation.—New York Ledger. The Shah's Chair. The throne of the bhan is a pieoe of alabaster, in the form of a couch, sup ported by four lions. Lord Castletown tells us that it Is known as the Great or peucock throne of Delhi, unit was taken Uoiu the Mogul, together .i'lilac Koh i-noor diani"' d. by Nadir b at, 111 17JSI. : M> ate lo in-.,eve the traldaoni still in'in Per-ian. Hubttew. and Ethiopia ■ I, • mi.,r, the I raoook Throne of Delhi ; .u a | ooi snb -tiiute lor ihe wonder •d'' no ul n to in which tho map-sty of a- o..iiqi> in.g At luieinenian was per i .11 •ain i i'o-e. This was also of for te* iex i tccn-Hi. bo, instead of a Mogul •.>ei o . i: ii tgiuai nwinr was King -I'li-.ni'ii oi linlea Till- then, complied foi autiquily with the stone iu the Ejjgll-li eoiouation, which is said to be [hit on wlllch Jacob slept at Bethel. —Exchange.
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