The Johnstown Democrat.
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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.