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VOL 1~ EALEY S(WM CAROLINA, UA,~~4Y1,I84(O 9 AA~Iq to A Baehelor. B. V*RRXCK. You 4k ue, sir, to write for you A 1Oi or a song; I'll 4aw4otbply, if this will do, Bu ill not make It long; For, It I ould let loose my thoughts, WhIo 1&"ep their virgils keep, You W4itdt'l I fear -grif be brought, Or ele-would fall aoe You are quite fair, (the lpdies say!) And I presume you're buman, But why, dear sir, do y6u delay To get yourself a woman? Just think of all the pretty girls, And of their lovely charms, And their switches, bangs and curls, And- clasp one in your arms. From top to too, I do declare, You might, my darling Iad, Possess one of those ladles fair,. . And two fn one make glad; And thip the seriptines bade you do, As sure as you're Asinner, So now proceed to win and woo Some to cook your dinner. You're going astof To seek your fortfne there, But flrst, you shdaild seltet a nilate Your joys and griefs to share. I've noiV advised you for your good, And hope you'll pkoi by it; To do so, it is to understand, The best way is to try it. - E 'J-I1I'A'No ___ elecd ftarr. A DESERVED REBlUFF. "Married?" 'Yes, Married! 'But, Fred, it is impossiblel' cried Glyon Xartind, igh M troubled countenance. 'It, te pot. qly posiblf s0id his younger brother, irritably, ,but it is truie. I wasanarried tWheen in. last February. Of course, during our mot her*t lifetime 1 presud the pgeret religiopsly. She~ wanted1. could I tell her that I1hda9 ~e~ded &p~nilfs ~girl," withoud my mother ikdadanIfelta I shall not be long in folleggsg her.' 'Do not be deegondent, Fred. The doctor says that.-~ 'Olh, hang the'ilodtor, with his solemn face and his six-sylnbietd Ma'ttndale. ~'I tell you'I adyd ing, and I-wAnt yot to g&teCedar Clove and r1 ing ra. her~ 'Of course, if it will relieve y$4 mind,' said Guyon Martbigi slowly. 'And lose no time,' added his brother. 'My poor little Cora! I never should have left her there by her self. I should have risked everya thing for het sake, as she risked everything for mine.' 'What sort of a girl is she, Fred?* 'A jewel,' feverishly answered the sick man, as he tossed to and fro on his pillow. 'A girl with W; heart of gold, and beauty of Hebe I Stop a minute! I have the address here in my pocketbook. It is a farm-house on the catskill road--* weary journey; but you won't mind it, for my sake, Guy. And be sure that you break it to 4her gently. Poor Cara-poor little thing! It will be a dreadful shook to her.' So Captain Guyou Martindale left his broher to the care of his trained valet and hired liurse who had been brought frornPhiladelph ia, and traveled up into the Cats kills in search of his brother's un known wife. 'Fred was always a -creature of impulse,'he told himself. 'Led by the first pair of bright eves that came in his way. And either this woman was a manoeuver*i schein er, or a silly, simpering doll. It is a pity that such a cqp plicatio should develop itself just now.' Cedar Clove was a wild wooded gorge, rt .ahed only b3' a winding, circuitous road. T - Carson fatrm house stood on a 'lateau "of laid surtounded by pfines and' birches An old negress opened the door to him. 'Miss Cora? She done gone out en Ae fa gar, ~id Vay 'arter de r~4f. hm~lu~ off'en datl *it fiw ~ wegit )e gr ding. mars w~\ants oZ see ?Iss Cora, he'd better go to de farm ~Aid she closed~ the door in his face, es if that were tlxq end of the The ,voice of v ect~. ~irl,ish~ sergdgas a pt yto ou y }r( hero, and here in the farm-yafd he fofdefaap' dugld, tying up a big-eyed youug Alderney. 'You're a dreadfultraun alf sJi se, .h~ig ihpr pNre 9Wss at hemaitfeg ctfP S looked at he lies, grao ge, Jn it. Wo, ostio gwe, the Ncoming young face half hiden by the wide-brimmoed sun-bonnet, h , thrill of mingled admiration a4bi disguzst. es, she was aa beautiful as a 1.ri-there cotuld be no queftion a .ut that. But her cosrse boots, hr sunburned hgnds! The.ideoa.o *ked Niartindale's wife ha single !Lmbat with a red Alderney calt. Paptain Guyon'i fastidious soul revolted from all this. And in the tmoment, Cora Carson turned and *aw lim. Ile advanced toward her. 'ou are Mrs. Frederic Martin dale?' he asked. bg eto re4 vrvidly. -ethen,' slu cried, "''u know. It all? But I cannot tell wh6 you are.' 'I am your! husband's brother,' said he, coldly. 'Captain Guyon Martindale?' She held out her hand, but lie did not take it. 'The same.' And I have come to escort you to your husband,' he added, the sentiment of antipathy seeminig to grow strQnger and more strong as he spoke on. 'He is ill, and desires to have you with him. And you will oblige me by making every preparation as promptly as possible.' Cor4. looked A him, the color varying in her cheeks like white and red banners, 'Is-is he dead?' she faltered No,' Captain Martindale an swered, -shortly. 'What a very fool ish question to ask ! 'Yes. I dare say I am foolish,' said Cora, clinging to the -fence, and quite. heedless of the pet Alde erney, which was seeking in her p~ocket for apples. 'But-but it was so sudden ! Yes, I will go with you.' So Captain Martindale took this lonely uncultivated sister-in-law Of his to her husband's death-bed. 'She musti have lived all her life in these wiidernesses l' he thought. '11er gloves don't fit; her boots are ouztlhindishly shaped, and the cut of her grownfik s6~~htM I ~mt il pre-Rap hadSg) dSe might be prep ty if .h w4 4 # essed; -ut as it ls I caj y woner how on eevee Vr tea4 beer out of tbe Ills u1t4i -now. Frederio ) dale had fallev in love with h9 and, .stlng lpy the rival ry o rustic awgin, lad arried _r 0"fle on a., h ~autig e ourelon 14 thumountains, and she searcely kaewhow to comport her& self in these 0aanged circumst*n oes And when at last Fred died, the third day after her arrival at Capa Nay---ahe felt herself ship wrecked on thq shores of the great world. 'Black dresses?' she said.. 'Crape bonnets? But, Captain Martindale, I have no money to; buy these tjmug,' 'Your husband has left you guflI cient to qaaintab you comfortAbly,' said Gay, o 'Everfwidow is expected to wear mourning.' So there she sat, listless and si lent while the milliners and dress makers surrounded her witil bil lows of black crap an4 inky rolls of Henrietta cloth; and one even ing she heard the fataily lawyer, who had arrived iin the evening train, talking to her brother-in-law on the verandah below. 'Poor Fred ! poor lad !' said Mr. 'Tape, sonorously blowing his nose. 'I never was so surprised in my life as to hear that he was married. What sort of a girl is she now?' 'She belongs to the milkmaid genus,' said Captain Martindale, scornfully. 'How Fred ever came to marry her, I can't imagine.' 'Pretty ?' 'Rather ; but coarse and com mon. She has n~o style, no educa tion, no polish. What I am to do with her, I'rm sure I don't know. It is a positi1e misfortune to be left with suich an incubus on one's hands.' 86 fMu Cora had listened ; then she sprang up, clasping both hands over her oars. 'He need not fear,' she thought with cheeks tingling as if' ever'y drop of' blood in her veins were a separate needle thrust. 'I will nev er be a burden to him. .I will ac eeyt Aunt Melinda's offer to go to ICONrCESuDiok %Ni~D PAG E.]