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' ? 11 j| P J . ,| r^ ^|=^-.i [|^^ [j j^ ? ^k lewis m. ?nisrr, Proprietor. J Sin Jndtptndipit ^aiiiilij Jtanspaper: <JjOi; the promotion of the folitioal, Social, Agricultural and (?onunci[tial Jntprpsts of the ^outlt. jTERMS?$2.00 A YEAR IN ADVANCE. W' "VOL. 38. YORKYILLE, S. C., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 5, 1893. NO. 40. ' I * rtcctetl fortrg. THE WIFE'S APPEAL. A TKMPKRANCK POKM. Laura Rosamond White (fives the world the following touching lines. If any one ran read them without a throb of sympathy for the wife and Rlncere pity for the husband, "God forgive him!" Did you break your pledge today? God forgive you! Did you touch the edge today (God forgive you!) Of a breaker holding wine? Did you mar the life divine Throned within your liosom's shrine? God forgive you! Oh! the beauty of your eye _ (God forgive you !) ^ Drink nas marreu, you 11 iuu ueuy? God forgive you! And your words were not the same, . And your pulses were a thune, And I prayed in bitter shame, God forgive you! Listen! Listen! while I speak. God forgive you! See the tears upon my cheek.. God forgive you! Once you saia I should not shed Tears for you when we were wed; But my bridal hopes are dead. God forgive you! Yet I love you!?love you 1*4 (God forgive you!) That a love-flower could not grow t .. (qpdjrefreygaO In the garden of my soul For another. Yon control All my day^and years?the whole! God iorgtve you! Darling! darling! rend the chain! (God forgive you!) That has bound your heart and brain! God forgive you! In your hand I place my hand, With its golden wedding band; By your side, till death, I'll stand? I forgive you! You are fairer to my sight (Gofc&rgive you!) Than the uHivsprse of light? uoa rorgive you j And I cannot a^e you die Without one ehtfeating cry. God will help you?God and I! I forgive ^ v iMfslim BY CAPTAIN CHAS. KING, U. S. A. (.'opyrieht, 1802, by J. B. Llppincott company and publlabea by special arrangement# with them. CHAPTER XV. .JFtto, with outstretched arms, throws her : self forward to meet him. A great city is draped in mourning. On every side, at half staff, the national flag hangs limp and lifeless in the moist and misty air, as though of its own volitoin drooping in honor of the soldier - - . dead. Under the sodden skies, through thronged yet silent streets, in long, long column chosen detachments of soldiery are leading to its final resting place the shrouded clay of him who to such glorious purpose had led the Union bine in every field from the Mississippi to the sea, and who through long years of honored service ranked foremost on the rolls of the army?foremost perhaps in the great heart of the people. For days, as though in sympathy with the widespread grief, the heavens have poured their floods upon the brown and leafless slopes. All nature seems plunged in- wintry gloom. The black smoke from a host of stacks and chimneys has settled down upon the silent city, covering it like a palL From north and south, from east and west, battalions and batteries, national and state, have been concentrating to take part in the last honors to the . illustrious chief, and dripping, yet disciplined, without the stir of martial music, the men have marched from the trains to the rendezvous assigned them about the town. At last the hour has come. The weeping skies have checked their tears. The streets and sidewalks along the line of ??* ?1 I V march swarm wiw citizens, wdusb nuaued voices and reverent mien speak eloquently of their sense of the national loss. From many a stately mansion and modest homestead oat beyond the business section festoons of black are flattering in the rising breeze, the flag i i . twined with crape, the windows, balconies and steps are alive with spectators. And, far out on the westward avenue, on a sheltered portico that projects from a solid, old fashioned residence of cat stone and almost overhangs the street, there is gathered a littlqbevy of fair forms and faces which we saw together for the first time that Indian summery afternoon of the reception at Pawnee. The rapid trot of orderlies and x mounted police, 6ent ahead to warn the populace off the street and back to the ! sidewalk, and the distant wailing of cavalry trumpets far down the avenue, have told that now the funeral column is approaching; and from the warmth of the cosy parlor, well wrapped in mantles and furs, the ladies have come forth into the chilly February dayMrs. Berrien, Mrs. Holden and her children; Winifred, whose soft cheeks are j aglow and whose dark eyes turn instantly, eagerly toward the head of the advancing escort; Nita Guthrie, pallid, ; lanquid when unobserved by her guests, j yet brightening instantly, bravely, when addressed, and striving to be her old gracious, radiant self for the sake of these and other visitors from Pawnee? for the Twelfth has been detailed especially to lead the escort of the great commander, and all the way from the frontier and only a few days home from the Btirring scenes of its Berce campaign the regiment has been brought hither by the orders of a general who knows their worth as'well he knows their wrongs and whose soldier heart has felt for them in all their trials. It was in his power to give this honor j to others, but thoucrh his own old reeri- : ment is -within easy call, he means that the people shall see for themselves what manner of men are these whom press and pnlpit have assailed, and against whose fair fame the shafts of slander have been hurled, only to fall blunted and broken or, like boomerangs, come hurling back about the ears of the thrower. Vindicated by the verdict of his peers, doubly vindicated by the highest powers of the land, gray haired Farquhar is chosen to command the es- j cort, and, though the flower of the nation's soldiery marches in the funeral train this day, the eyes of all the gath- j ered throng are strained to see and hail and honor the standard and the guidons of the men who bore the brunt of battle only two short months gone by. And with the squadrons and the guns j from Pawnee came such of the wounded officers as were well enough to be transported hither, and with them half a dozen of the ladies of the garrison. To the huge delight of the old battalion, two of whose troops are cruelly thinned in numbers now, the jovial major is permitted by Dr. Holden to mount "Old Glory" and take his position in front of the line. To the tremulous joy of Winifred Berrien, Mr. Brewster has telegraphed from Washington, whither ho was summoned immediately after the 1 close of the investigation at the agency, bidding them bring his horse and equipments, for even though he cannot draw saber he means to ride with "the black troop" on this day of days. She has not seen him since that wonderful morning when, like a young snow king, he buret through the fleecy barriers about them and stood before her rejoicing eyes their rescuer, her father's preserver, her lover, her hero; and ever since in his pride he \ has held aloof from her and all she j .holds dear. She can hardly hush the fluttering of her heart as now, near at hand, she hears the familiar strains of the trumpets of the Twelfth, still sound- j ing the mournful dead march. Other ladies of the Twelfth are here?Mrs. Hazlett, Mrs. Gorham and Mrs. Warren; and small wonder can there be that their soft eyes fill with tears. Ever since the brief and bloody campaign the sa l, solemn tones have been their daily ! music. The crape is not yet rusting on the sword hilts of their lords, worn in honor of poor Thorpe and Rand and ntliAn id ?>OU01l*n/l frtf AJUX1U WO, W UCU iw to tcuo n vu AV4 VMV general in chief. And now the crowds have drifted back from the asphalt. The platoon of mounted police has slowly clattered by. Then in long rank, boot to boot, muffled in their blue overcoats, the yeBow linsd capes turned back, led by their veteran chief and guiding their spirited grays with hardly a touch of rein, the trumpeters of the Twelfth cover the street j from curb to curb, the brazen bells up- i lifted and pouring forth their mournful strains. A little space, and then, ! mounted on mettlesome bay in the rich j housings of a general officer, there rides the marshal of the parade, followed by rank after rank of staff officers, all in the somber dark blue of the service. The autumn frosts of a vigorous life ht.vo silvered the strands at his temple and tinged with ruddy glow the cheeks of that firm and soldierly face, but the eyes gleam clear and clean as ever they j shone a quarter century ago, when he i and Farquhar spurred through the misty forest aisles about Dinwiddie and led ! the cheering troopers to the charge on Pickett's crouching line at the Forks. He knows the fair party on the Guthrie ! balcony at a single glance, and touches the visor of his forage cap as he moves slowly by, then summons an aid, gives j him a low toned order, and the officer reins aside to let his comrades pass, then jogs back down the avenue to meet the column. And now necks are craning on every side, and a murmur runs along ; the crowded banquette, A murmur that fain would break forth In a cheer but for the solemn occasion of tlieir coming. Eyes gleam and brighten; lips j stir with inarticulate greeting; hands, kerchiefs and hats are waved in voiceless acclaim. Any other time and all the great city would buret into tumultuous cheer, for here rides gray haired Farquhar at the head of his staff, and just behind them, commanding the Twelfth, still pallid from his wounds, but erect and soldierly as ever, the senior major, dear old Berrien, lovers his saber in acknowledgment of the salute of the aid, bends his ear to listen to the message, glances quickly at the balcony into the smiling face of his wife, meeting Winifred's dark and glowing eyes, but shakes his head, motions to Dr. Holden, who is at his left rear, and ambles on. Holden nods appreciatively on receipt of what seems to be a similar message, reins out of column, followed by his orderly, dismounts at the side street, and presently is standing by his wifo's side, welcomed j ?? io(l f/\ 1 Ill US L CU1UUU1J' UJ iUioo uuiuiiD iv cuv ; now crowded balcony. In column of platoons stretching from walk to walk, clear across the street, ranks carefully aligned, every man's head and eyes straight to the front, the leading troops of the Twelfth are now clinking steadily by. Hazlett has glanced out of the corners of his eyes at the lovely picture on the gallery, but, , riding at attention as they are, and on duty, he makes no sign. Randolph and Ridgeway, heading their platoons, s trive to do two things at once?look as though they saw and appreciated the fluttering greetings of hand and handkerchief and smiling eyes to their right, and still look as though they did not see it at all. The sorrels, the grays have gone by, the bay troop is passing, and now yonder comes Gorham over on the other side of the street, the nearest he can get to his regulation position of four yards to the left of his leading platoon, and out from the sheltering screen of tree brancher and in front of the center of the first sub division of the blacks, ms saoer arm still in Its sling, his face pale with confinement and suffering, but tall and stal- ; wart rides Curly. "Oh, there's Mr. Brewster! Mr. Brewster! Oh, why doesn't he look?" cries Miss Guthrie, as the handkerchiefs begin waving furiously, and fair, eager faces press forward in the effort to attract his attention?all but Winifred, who, though bravely smiling like the J rest, is clutching with trembling hands the back of her mother's chair and j shrinking behind her mother's forir . It is impossible for him not to see th< flut- ! tering signals. He half glances tc ?ard that thronging gallery, and in a second the light leaps to his eyes, a flush to his pallid cheek. Instinctively his arm twitches in the effort of the hand to reach the cap visor, and the instant twinge of shooting pain brings him to his senses. He has one brief, fleeting ! look, however, at the beaming face he loves, and he has just time for a half gesture with the bridle hand, a little ! nod, and then, as on he rides, he feels | t> ! rattier tnun sees tiiui u?t> b?ccl iovo that beamed upon him has suddenly paled, that one graceful form is now Btaggering back into Holden's waiting and expectant arms. Only two platoons in the black troop today, for the others sleep beneath the wintry sod or still languish in the hospital ward. Only two platoons. Brewster heads the rfrst; a tall, dark eyed, dark mustached sergeant the second. ' There's Sergeant Ellis!" cries Mrs. Berrien, in her pride and pleasure. "And he's shaved off his beard. Did you ever see him look so young and I well?" But Mrs. Holden, too, has turned, and j does not heed. Her watchful eyes, her attentive ears, have other work to do. i Obedient to her husband's touch, she has drawn close to his side. It is into her arms and his that, with one quick, gasp- ; ing, stifled cry, Nita Guthrie has fallen | as though stricken by a bolt from heaven. It is by these loving arms the limp and 1 ? A- * '.Mi/.li-lif wiflnn prostrate iuriu is 4ui*.iwj ww.*. .. .* and laid upon the sofa, and Holden whispers to his devoted wife, "It is all clear now." That night, the long ceremonies of the day concluded, a throng of fair women and brave men are gathered in the parlors and corridor of the great hotel. Down in the marbled court below some Italian musicians are playing soft, sweet music. Out in the street, under the 1 glare of the electric light, a fine regiment of state troops has drawn up in long extended line and is standing at ease while its officers are bidding farowell to a host of friends upon the walks below. Here and above are soldiers of all branches of tho service, who with the morning's sun will bo scattering to their stations again. Some are clustered in tho broad vestibules and 011 the office floor. Others, tho juniors mainly, arc ! | paying their respects to tho wife of tho commanding general and to tho ladies of the Twelfth, for on tho morrow they, too, with the regiment, take flight for ! their prairio home. The hour is lute, and several of thoso present have just come in from a somewhat subdued and quiet entertainment given in their honor at 0110 of tho beautiful homes of tho city. Tho sclemn 11a- 1 ture of tho duty that has called them . hither precludes the possibility of any I general gathering, but tho dinner to I which the Berriens and others were bid- I den has lasted so long that Winifred be- j gan to believe it would never end, and Mrs. Berrien has seen all too plainly that, though she strove to appear joyous and appreciative, her daughter longed to leave the scene and return to the hotel, where, as was well known, many of j the officers were to spend the evening, j Not until nightfall had the Twelfth passed by on its return from the march to the distant cemetery, and as they jogged along at ease one or two of the troop or platoon commanders, in answer j to joyous hail from the sidewalk, had j reined out of column by old Berrien's j permission and dismounted under the portico, but Brewster, smiling, had shaken his head and gone on with his blacks to the muddy cantonment far down at the southern vercre. Winifred i was already dressed for dinner. She j had hastened to her room as soon as , they returned from the Guthries', and Mrs.' Berrien made no comment. She j well understood that the girl's one j thought was to be ready to welcome if he should come. There was no telling at what minute he might be announced. And though they were not to leave the hotel until nearly seven, Winifred was , ready at four. The mother heart yearned over her child as she saw how the shadows deepenecUndier dark e^jres when the col- , umn went on out of sight in the wintry ' gloaming, Brewster with it. At that moment she could almost share her husband's idea of bringing the young man to his knees then and there, j What business had he playing the indif- 1 ferent in this utterly unsoldierly fashion? How dare he treat Winifred with coldness? She had done him no wrong. Not since that night of the last hop at Paw- ! nee, the night the marchiug orders came, j had there been opportunity for the girl to speak to him at all. Of course the j major had been brusque and repellent ! and had virtually forbidden his further attentions; but, heavens, that wus not Winifred's doing, and both the major and herself had endeavored to show him, without unnecessary allusion to the matter, that whatsoever might have been the suspicions or impressions aroused by the singular conduct of that middle aged married flirt at Pawnee, they no longer entertained the faintest ill opiniou of him. Indeed, Mrs. Berrien never had. Blue blooded herself, her faith liu Don sang was aeep rooteu. one i hud always liked Brewster, but she was j a loyal wife and would in no wise act i counter to her husband's wishes. It i was now, when Mr. Brewster seemed ! allowing his pride and resentment to prompt him to this undeserved and cruel wounding of her daughter's heart, that | Mrs. Berrien first felt any unkindliness. I She could have made him suffer for it, j but that she knew it would hurt Winifred as well. Without a word, but just so soon as the last of the yellow cape linings disappeared from view, Winifred had turned from the parlor and j again sought her room. Mrs. Berrien Bent a bell boy for Mr. Randolph, who, j having dismounted at the entrance, was | standing, the center of a group of friends, In the marble floored office be- ; low, and Randolph came up with the 1 next trip of the elevator. "Do you go with us to the dinner at the A s' tonight, Mr. Randolph?" "No, Mrs. Berrien; I believe only j those who are so fortunate as to be the j husbands of certain ladies of the Twelfth are bidden. We are going to have a little gathering here to see Curly off." "And where does Curly go?and when?" "Back to Washington by' the first train, Mrs. Berrien. He's been offered ; a detail at the war department." "How delightful that is for Mr. Brewster! Why, the Twelfth is getting some little recognition after all. Up to this moment the general's welcome home is the only word we've had from a 6oul. Then you'll all be here tonight, will you?" "Most of us. Rolfe's here, too," laughed Randolph, "but he sat iu a deep window during the procession and j doesn't mean to show in public yet. I'm j told he wants to make up with Curly j before he goes tonight, but Curly won't j let him." And Randolph knit his j brows. "I wouldn't if I were Brewster. Wouldn't it be odd if they took the same , train, though? 1 suppose he won't care i to exhibit that new cheek of his to Miss i Guthrie. Will she be here after the ! dinner?" "I doubt it, Mr. Randolph. Miss . Guthrie is not at all well. She had a < sinking spell of some kind this after- J noon during tbo parade, and has not ! left her room since. Say to Mr. Brew- ! ster for me that we shall hope to see him before he leaves, will you? We'll be back about ten o'clock." But it is after ten, long after, that now they are gathered in the parlors, and music, laughter and the sound of merry voices ring through the wide corridors, j Winifred, the wistful look gone from her dark eyes, a soft flush on her cheek, is standing near one of the high windows, the center of a group of ladies and officers, among whom at this moment is Brewster, his right ^ln still in its sling. Though she strives after her first fluttering welcome not to glance at him again, just now at least she cannot quiet con- j trol her eyes. She cannot hi. mark with shy delight how her father's broad palm is laid upon her hero's shoulder as i the veteran trooper looks into the younger soldier's fuce with an expres- j sion Blie is thankful to see. All around the big, stiffly furnished, formal room, with laughter and with gladness old j friends are meeting again for the first time in years?one at least of the joys of our nomad army life. The buzz of conversation, the remarks of Mr. Ridgeway, who clings to her 6ide, and the sweet, thrilling strains of "Rigoletto" floating up from the rotunda, fall upon listless ears. Winifred is striving to catch his words, for now her mother has joined them, and her cordial, kindly voice mingles with those about her. She cannot hear what is said except in ' ? - ?5 1 .1 11 mere snaicnes, a woru ueru uuu uivm, but she can and does see that, though thoroughly courteous, Brewster is dignified, almost unresponsive. When her father makes some jovial allusion to his j narrow escape at the Porcupine and would apparently refer to Brewster's rush to the rescue, tho latter seems to waive it aside and turn at once to another subject. Why will he be so?so unlike his old self? Hark! From the street below tho ! ringing call of tho bugle! Rundolpli pokes his head in through the other win- j dow: "Come out, all of you. Come and see them march away." It is that hand- 1 some regiment from tho Queen City. And in a trice, men and women, they j are pouring out upon the roof of the j portico. "Come along!" shouts old Berrien. "Come along! Let's give 'em a cavalry send off." And away ho goes at tho j heels of tho throng. "Come, Berengaria, you want to see this regiment, I tell you. It's a beauty. And such a band!" But Berengaria holds back an instant. "Winirrea, aear, your wraps aro not here, and I fear it is too chilly for you." "Oh, I'll throw my capo over her," bursts in Ridgeway. "Just the thing! Come, Miss Berrien. Where's your cape, , Curly? You bring Mrs. Berrien, will you?" And, rejoicing in his finesse, Mr. Ridgeway offers his arm. "My cape's down stairs in the office," answers Brewster, shortly. "Yes, and whatever you do, Brewster, don't you go out in the night air without it," quietly remarks Dr. Ilolden at this juncture, as ho follows the party. "Orders are orders," laughs Mrs. Berrien. "Sorry for you, Mr. Brewster, but you'll have to see them through our eyes. Yes, thank you, Mr. Ridgeway," as she possesses herself of that young troojter's arm, "I shall bo very glad of your cape." And Ridgeway, with one stupefied backward glance, recovers himself and goes. Winifred is still standing by the cur- | tained window, half hidden by the projection of the chimney and its marble mantel. Very, very lovely she is in her i dinner toilet, a simple gown, clinging i in its soft, creamy folds abont her slen- j der form, a necklace of rare pearls, a beautiful quaint old heirloom, looped j below her fair, rounded throat, its pendunt rising and falling rapidly, unevenly now, for her heart is throbbing hard. One moment Brewster hesitates, i casts a quick glance around, then steps j forward to her side. "Possibly, we can see from this win- ! dow, Miss Berrien," he says, as he raises the shade. And together they disappear into the curtained alcove. But they cannot see. This window, , like the other, looks upon the roof of the portico, and the backs of their numer- j ous friends are visible, but not the ; street?not tho departing soldiery in whom such interest is felt. It is chilly < here by the cold, glassy barrier. A j bright coal fire is blazing in the grate. Both have been warned not to take cold, yet neither seems to think of that fire. "No, I'm afraid we can't see them ! horn " navH Winifred, innnelv. "But won't you go and get your cape?" "I Baw them today, and 1 can see ' them again tomorrow." v . "Tomorrow? Where?" And now the dark eyes, full of trouble, glance quickly up. Hear those Bounds from belowl The j shrill voice of the colonel: "Column of fours. Break from the right to march to the left." The inevitable boom, boom, br-r-oom, boom, boom, of the drums Loud plaudits and cheers from the crowd. Lively applause from the portico. Low voice are indistinguishable here at the window. Brewster pulls down the Bhade; it muy shut out the noise, thin as it is, aud so long as one can't see anything, why have it up? "Where?" she repeats. "1 thought j they wont east, and that we"? But she j gets no further. The pearl j>endant is rising and fulling like a storm tossed shallop. Her slender fingers are nerv- | ously twisting and untwisting her filmy handkerchief. Tramp, tramp, tramp, echoing the drum beats, the column of fours is striding away down the applauding thoroughfare. Then, us the band clears the left hank of the line and opens out across the street, joyous, spirited, ringing, it bursts into martial song. Where had she heard that introduction before? Surely there's something familiar. But she has no time to think of that now. "1 supposed?you never cured for? detached service," sho falters. "But? is it your wound?" He shakes his head: "Three months ago I would not have left the regiment. Now I am better 1 anywhere away from it." Oh, Curly, Curly! "What fools these mortals be!" You should have sense : enough to see how utterly the situation has changed. You ought to know that something more than gratitude has | prompted all old Berrien's clumsy ef- j forts at cordiality. You ought to see by Mrs. Berrien's unaffected kindliness ' that the cloud has been dispelled. Why j stand in your own light, a victim to this 1 bumptious pride, striving to persuade yourself that had it not been for the for- ! tunes of war her father would have interposed today as sternly and positively as he did before and she?she would probably have as meekly, tamely submitted as she did that bitter night of parting at the gate? Can you never forgive that unresponsive hand, that half shrinking, constrained goodby? He is silent, waiting for her reply. He will not look at her, for her boanty dazzles, almost drives him wild with passionate love and longing. He has worshiped her, adored her as loyal knight j might worship his queen of love and j beauty. Down in his heart of hearts her j image has lived through every instant ofj j the fierce campaign and reigns there ! now, rebel against it as he may. Her I silence daunts him. If he had thought I to pique or trap her into questioning, it ! was unworthy of his love and her. Her little hands are clasping now. She has started, raised her head, is listening in tently. Absorbed only in her, in his love, in his wrongs, Brewster has lost all ear for the thrilling, martial music growing fainter and fainter down the ! street, but the look in her sweet face ! startles him. The color has fled. The : 'dark eyes are dilating. One little hand j is uplifted, as if to ward off any other sound. Borne on the night wind the Strains come full and rich upon the ear No wonder the girl is silenced, stunned. ! Oh, for the clasping mother's arms nowl Oh, for the love, the wordless sympathy, j that was hers that cold, gray wintry i morning when the battalion with its ; loved ones strode buoyantly away down the winding road at Pawneel All the heart breaking sorrow, all the vague, j throbbing, quivering pain, come back to her again as now she leans breathless j aguinst the casement listening to the | same sad, sweet, tearful old song: Lovo not, lovo not, ye hapless sons of clayl One instant only she stands trembling there, then a great sob surges up in her throat, and, burying her face in her I hands, she bursts away, she runs she I knows not whither. Out into the deserted corridor, along the carpeted aisle j she speeds. Then to her left, wide open. ! unguuy UglllUU, DUO opico mo ClOTttlUl, and, with the leap of hunted hare to ita form, she springs within. No one there. She tries to 6hut the sliding door, but now some one is there?Brewster?and his one arm is too strong for her two. ' An instant more and he is with her, blessing the fates that had carried off the attendant for a surreptitious look at the departing regiment. With quick decision Curly pulls the starting rope, and j when the car has glided softly upward just half way to the next floor checks its motion, then springs to her side. Never till that instant had he known the full misery of a crippled and useless arm. "Winifred, sweet one, listen!" he cries, seizing a slender wrist and striving to draw her hand away, as, sobbing, she crouches in the corner of the cage, while liis brave young heart is thumping with i a joy and exultation it never knew before. His blue eyes are aflame with love and gladness. "Listen! Don't cry sol 1 must tell you." R-r-r-r-ring! goes the confounded elevator bell. She springs to her feet, stt- i fling her sobs, conquering her womanly weakness. "Oh, do let mo out!" she cries, dash- : ing away tho tears. "I won't." lie answers, with such a i joyous, teasing triumph iu his deep tones. "Though a million men a min- ! ute ring that bell, I'll never let you go now?never. You cruel, wicked, heartless girl, you sent me away" "Oh, do let mo out, Mr. Brewster!" sho pleads. "Indeed you must, [li-rr-r-r-ring.J There's that awful bell j again." "You sent me away," he calmly con tinues, while his eyes dance and gleam, ! "utterly miserable becuuse of your cold- i ness and constraint. You know 1 wor- i shiped the very ground you stood upon. You knew I loved you better than anything in the wide world" (R-r-r-r-r-r- 1 B-r-r-r-r-r-ring!) "I must go," sho pleads, struggling ! hard to freo tho hand ho has clasped. "Oh, do, Mr. Brewster." "You shall; you shall tho very instant you have paid toll, Miss Berrien," ho laughs low. (R-r-r-r-r-r- B-r-r-r-r-ring!) "I'll put you out on any floor you wish, when you have said just two words." "Oh, quick! Do let mo go!" and sho makes a frantic lunge at tho starting ropo, but too late. His daring arm is around her now. He can use but one, and that has enfolded and drawn her closo to his breast. Tho clatter of tho bell is deafening. "Oh, please," sho murmurs, struggling in vain and glancing up in his glorified face, i "Not until you say, 'Yes, Carroll.' flow, quick! Winifred, do you love me, just a little?" No ansfcer. Head bowed again, and now on the only available resting place. (B-rr-r- B-r-r-r-r-r- B-rr-r-r-ring!) "1 can't hear," he laughs low and joyously, and the blond head bows until tho curling mustache is sweeping her flushed and tear wet cheek. "Did you speak, Miss Berrien?" "Yes, Carroll." A mere whisper. "Louder, please, Miss Berrien." Oh, what eloquence there is in that one clasping arm I "Oh, please, let me go! Yes, yes! yes!?if I must." And then the bell | rattles madly, but unavailingly, and for I the instant neitner nears. c or ine in- | stant she can speak no more, for the soft, red lips are sealed. Two minutes later, as- that brightly lighted car glides down and comes to a j stop at the parlor floor, a flushed and wrathful youth confronts the tall cav- I alryman who calmly steps forth as I though on air and holds out a warning j hand. "Young man, if ever 1 hear of you quitting your post again and allowing a novice to get caught between floors, you'll get into troubje. It's lucky for you I'm the only one who can tell any- ! thing about it this time." But the wrath is gone, and with bulging eyes j the boy glares at the round gold piece I In his palm, then at the vanishing lieutenant and then into the empty car. Homeward bound! The horses are all ! aboard. The second battalion has steam- i ed away. Berrien's men from the car windows are answering the cheers of i the crowds of citizens assembled to see j them off. The ladies, safely ensconced J in the cozy interior of the Pullman, are ; saying adieu to the number of friends, j army and civilian, who have accompanied them to the train. The conduc- ! tor has just reported "All ready, sir," ; to Major Berrien, who goes back in j command, and Winifred, clinging to j her mother's side, peers eagerly over the j heads of the surrounding throng. Hoi- I don signals to his better half to come off, unless she prefers going back to Paw- 1 nee without him, and with much laughter and playful effort to keep her aboard, j in which tlie'jovial major is most prominent, that popular young matron is I finally lifted from the rear platform, j Mr. Ridgeway, who has attached him- j self to Miss Berrien's side, becomes sudnmnrofm olin linn fH RftnnPArCfl UUU1J UTTUAV vuuw U11V MMW ? | and returned to the interior, also that j Curly Brewster, waving a brown telegraph envelope over his head, has shoul- ! dered his way into the crowd and is making for the car. "Wants another J goodby word, I suppose," growls Ridgeway to himself, in deep disgust, yet comforted with the thought that the train will be off in a moment, leaving , Brewster behind. Far forward a bell begins to ring, the steam to hiss; the I couplings of the box cars jerk and strain; the horses snort and stamp in their wooden cages; the motion reaches the rear of the train, and the Pullman leaps forward with sudden start, then i settles into slow, gentle glide along the ; polished rails. "Tumble off, Brewster!" shouts Ridgeway in feverish anxiety. "You'll be car- i ried away if you don't." "Shut up, Ridge," whispers Randolph [ unsympathetically. "He's carried away ! for good. It's you that's left." "Why, hello! here's Brewster!" booms i the major as he enters the sunshiny car, when at last the crowded station has I faded from view. "Thought you were I ordered to Washington, lad? Changed your mind, eh? What, Berengaria?" "Be quiet, Dick," whispers his smiling wife. "He hasn't changed his mind. ; VTnUV,n.V.na UTir.Wfo/l " IICIWUCI UOO TV iUUAVUi But Holden is not the only ono of the , Pawnee party who remains. Borgeant j Ellis has a furlough to visit Louisville, | and is to take the train thither. In his j cavalry uniform he was at the station to see his comrades safely started, and j the last cheers of the troopers were for | him as he stood with kindling eye and | flushing cheek, the center of a crowd of J curious citizens. As the train disappears around the distant curve Holden touches his shoulder. "At noon, Ellis?" "At noon, sir," is the prompt response; and the sergeant recovers himself and, springing to attention, raises his hand in salute. Holden smiles. "I fancy that's about the last time you'll be doing that sort of thing," he ' says significantly. "You may rest assured that the impulse will remain, doctor. It is the out- i ward sign of an inward respect that j every day has only served to strengthen." j At noon Holden is at the hotel with a j carriage, and Ellis, transmogrified, a de- ! cidedly distinguished looking civilian, j steps forth from the vestibule and joins i the doctor. "To Warren L. Guthrie's office," is ' the brief order, and the carriage rolls I rapidly away. "Mrs. Holden is with Miss Guthrie | now," says Holden, after a moment's j silence. "As yet she is to be told noth- : ing?as you desire; but should we hear i favorably as to the commission before our return to Pawnee?" he asked tentatively. "No, doctor. If we meet again it . must be as I was, not what this cam- j paign has made me." "What you have made yourself, man! J Don't talk of it in that way. The Lord | made you a gentleman. You made 1 yourself a soldier." Ellis smiles. i "A gentleman despite night prowling j aad potty larceny?" "Well," says Holden, "that's some- ! thing I leave you to settle with her. It seems you only carried out a fair warn- j ing, though of course you had no idea of the ghastly effect it would have. But j you never told me how you reached ; that balcony." "Easily enough, doctor. I simply took ; a light rope and grappling hook from I the firehouse, climbed up the rear porch at the end away from where Kathleen ; and Murphy were, went along tho south slope of tho main roof to the chimney, slung the rope about it aud lowered myself gently to the balcony, then threw off my overcoat and stood at the open { window. Sho had gono, and I thought j I was too late, but catching sight of tho i very picturo whoso return sho had de- j manded and which I had sworn to have j again as well as to 6ee her, I was ju6t en- ! toring when I heard her step ujK)n tho , stairs. 1 did not see her. I do not see how j it was possible for her to see me; yet there came that scream of terror, and the fall ] and then the rush. It ull flashed over j mo in an instant that I had been guilty of a mad brained prank?that it would never do to lw caught there; it could j never bo explained, I was up on the roof in a second, snatched away the hook and rope, crouched down to tho back porch, waited a moment for Murphy and Kathleen to run inside, then slid to tho ground, hid the ropo under tho woodpile in tho dark cellar, squeezed through a gap in tho fenco into the captain's ??,i Anr?tliov wero all over at ^UlU UtAU \IVv? ^ . __ tho Hazlctts'?then donned my overcoat and joined tho men running up from, tho laundresses' quarters. Lato at night, as tho sentry told Captain Rolfe, I went back, ostensibly to get my pipe, and recovered tho ropo and hook. That was all." Holdeu ponders a moment: "My wife has told 1110 what sho knew of your interview with Mr. Guthrio after poor Jack's death; but Miss Guthrio would never speak of what passed, between herself and you." On tho pale, clear cut faco tho lines of ! care and sorrow and privation seem to deepen. The shadows darken about tho mournful eyes. "1 suppose 1 should never have blamed her as 1 did," ho answers, "but I was mad with grief over Jack, with helpless, hopeless indigna: tion over Percival's accusation; and then, of all others, to have her turn against mo as sho did?that was the bitterest cup! Iler father's inllnenco in her overwrought condition was what did it, I suppose; but she drovo mo from her sight as though 1 were indeed u felon, demanded the return of every line and trinket she had ever given mo ?even that prized little carte de visite I had carried about me for a year. It was then, when she declared sho would never look upon my face again, that 1 went wild with misery, or despair, I suppose. I swore that sooner or later 6he should see me, and that before I died her picture would be back here in its old place, and then I left her. God knows, the experiences of the years that followed might have knocked the romantic nonsense out of any man. My poor sister seemed to be the only one who had any faith left in me. I wandered all over the west as Ralph Erroll, mining, 'grab staking,' working like a dog. "I was starving in the hills when Brewster came to my aid. I couldn't take his money without telling him something of my story, but 1 gavo no names. He doesn't know today anything about the old trouble?doesn't dream that he well knows the people who were once my most cherished friends. It was through him I enlisted, and within three months a mine I had located and yet couldn't sell for a dollar began to pay. By the timo we reached Pawneo my half interest in it proved worth all my years of toil. Then I thought to see her again?took my furlough at the very time her father was west trying to find me and undo the wrong he had done, and?you know the rest. She was here, and I returned only to learn that she was about to leave and that Captain Rolfe was her accepted lover. Bearded, aged, uniformed as I was, I believed she would not know me even if we were to meet face to face, ana believing, more, tuat no vestige of the regard she once felt for me remained, believing, too, that she was to marry Captain Rolfe, I was bitter, brutal, mad enough to strive to carry out my vow. Twice I had seen her on that balcony on the moonlit evenings, and I determined that the night of her departure she should see me for the last time. You know the rest. I shaved clean, so as to look as much as possible as I did in the old days, wore my civilian dress and?nearly killed her." "It was a fearful experiment," says Holden gravely. "About the maddest thing you could have done." "I was mad, doctor, when I heard she was to marry him. God knows I have realized it daily, hourly, ever since. And yet, how could she have seen me? She never reached the door." "Simplest thing in the world. Nothing but the old principle in optics?the angle of incidence and the angle of reflection. That mirror over the toilet table did the job. I saw you in the moonlight at the balcony window when you couldn't see me in the dark hall, and neither of us could have seen the other had the mirror been away. Now here's Mr. Guthrie. Mind you, you've got to make amends for that harobrained performance at Pawnee; so no word of reproach to him. He's old and broken." Three minutes later the clerk has retired, after ushering Holden and his friend into the private office. The instant the latch has clicked a gray haired, sorrow stricken man, tears standing in hia fading eyes, hands quivering and trembling, totters forward and might have fallen but for the strong arms that catch and clasp him. "My boy's friend 1 my boy's friend? whom 1 so wronged I" he falters, and then for awhile there is solemn silence. "Is Mr. Percival's confession complete, and have you seen it?" asks Ellis gently. "I have, my boy, at last." "And it clears me, Mr. Guthrie?" "Utterly and entirely." the old man cries. "I thank my God I was wrong? I was wrong 1" One scene more. Pawnee again. The night train has come from the east. Holden's carriage is at the station, and so is Brewster. "All right??all arranged?" whispers the doctor, as ho springs from the car and grasps the lieutenant's hand. "All right! Kenyon's just left him," answers Curly, and then busies himself lifting the merry children from the step, welcoming Mrs. Holden and carefully assisting Nita Guthrie to the platform. "You happy fellow!" she murmurs. "How can I congratulate you? It's announced, is it not?" And for a moment she seems, despite pallor and fatigue, the old buoyant, radiant Nita. "Announced?" answers Curly. "My mother-in-law elect?God bless her? says my face announced it before that elevator could reach the lower floor." They drive rapidly up the winding road, and, though plainly nervous and excited, the fair guest never loses her * _ i *4.1,4 ?? presence or minu. one nus buiucluujb appreciative to say as they pass each familiar object?the lower gate, where the spruce sentry stands at a carry in salute; the guardhouse, where the relief is just forming; the broad west gate; the brightly lighted, barracks across the parade; the group of trumpeters in the moonlight out under the tall, glistening flagstaff. Then coino the rush of Murphy and Kathleen to open the door and assist them to alight; the rapturous greeting between the children and their Hibernian friends; the fragrance of coffee floating in from the kitchen; the hickory logs snapping and sparkling in the fireplace; the old familiar rooms; the swinging lamp in the hall. "Welcome to Pawnee once more, Nita," says Holden, clasping both her hands. "We've had enough of pale cheeks and drooping spirits. We've brought you here to recall the roses?to win you back to joy and health, and to your own old room, Nita. Now will you promise not to faint this time, no matter what spooks you see?" She is trembling violently. Sho looks into his beaming face with eager, questioning, imploring eyes. "Come, dear," whispers Mrs. Holden. "I'm going up with you." The doctor summons tno cnuureu unu the dining room to sco the lovely flowers on the table. Mrs. Holden twines her arm about her cousin's waist, and up the stair they slowly go. Nita trembles more and more. Thoy aro within a few steps of tho landing, and ns they come in sight of the open door Nita shrinks closer to her cousin's side. Three steps more and in tho dark chamber there gleams that silvery shield of mirror between tho dim white curtains, reflecting tho dazzling moonlight from without. They reach the landing and Miss Guthrie pauses, breathless, unnerved. Sho can go no farther. "Nita, it was no ghost you saw," whispers Mrs. Holden. "Shall I call him?" Ono instant t.ho blno eyes dilate, wild ...m. tiwrnrlnliK- -inv anil fear, all VT4H1 j, , ' intermingled. Then there is the sound | of ft quick, springing step along the hull. ; A tall, dark haired, dark eyed soldier ! fairly leaps toward them. Nita turns | quickly at tho sound, and then with out! stretched arms throws herself forward to meet him. No terror, no anguish i now, but, as slio is clasped to his heart, joy unutterable in her stiHed cry, in tho ono word?"Harold!" THE END. A Must Kkmahkahi.k Latin SenTENCH.?The Latin sentence, "Satoi i arepo tenet opera rotas." which is, it must be admitted, pretty bad Latin, i.? a curiosity nevertheless. It can la freely translated as "I cease from my work ; the sower will wear away his wheels."' Its fine oddities are these: First?It spells the same backward? as forward. Second?The first letter of eaeli word spells the first word, i Third?The same may be said of tin second, third, fourth, and fifth letters Fourth?The last letters, read back wards, spell the first word, the next ti the last the second word, and so on i throughout. Fifth?Thent are just as many letter; i in each word as there are words in flu j sentence. ! pisaliancou? grading. | FRONTIER FIGHTING. A THRU.LIXQ STORY JtY A SCOVT. The man who should attempt to argue that the native American had lost j any of his pluck since the days of the Revolution would soon find himself smothered under volumes of proof to the contrary. In war soldiers have shown their pluck by brigades, regiments and companies. In peace peril menaces individuals alone, and gives a , mail's nerve a fair trial. I have seen the , American, as an individual, in a good , many tight places, and it has been a rare thing to see one show a white feather, no matter what the odds were. In the year 1807, while I was acting as a government scout, I had to pass ' between two military stations in westmi _ T 3 era Kansas, xne niuiuus wero uut uu i the warpath, and were never so miligmuit and cruel. They could see the beginning of the end, but were determined to light it off as long as possible. I left camp at midnight for a ride of forty miles. I could have made it by daylight, but at two o'clock in the j morning ray horse slipped on a stone ! and went dead lame. I was then on the right bank of the ' Smoky Hill fork of the Kansas river, . following it down, and by leading the i horse half a mile I got to a shelter of a grove of cottonwoods. I knew I : must remain there for the day, and I made the best arrangements I could for ' defense. There was a thornapple tree in the center of the grove, which was covered with a grapevine. Under this shelter I dug out a rifle pit, and when it was finished I knew I could stand any party of Indians off until I had fired one hundred bullets. I slept from four o'clock until nine, at which time a whimper from my horse aroused me. I heard the reports of rifles to the north and the east, mingled with the faint whoops of Indians, and as soon us I could get a look in that direction the cause was plain. A white man on horseback was headed for the grove, coming from ! the north. He was followed by a dozen Indians. He was well ahead of pursuit, and would have made the grove all right, but a party of four Indians were coming down from the east to head him off. He had pulled up just as I looked out. He was cut off and those behind were fast coming up. He took in | the situation in a minute. He was on n I'tmll with (Ipflfl (TPflSS find " w, o i scrub bushes. He swung himself from the saddle, unbuckled and pulled it off, atul gave the horse a slap and started him oil'. I had a telescope with me, j and when I got it out and got the ; bearings, the man was so hidden on ! the knoll that I could only guess his ! locution by locating the saddle. All the Indians had come up and j halted just out of rifle range. There | were fifteen of them, and from the ap' pearance of their ponies I knew they j had had a long chase. The white man's horse came down to the stream : above me, drank his fill, and then be: gan grazing as if in his own pasture. | I wanted to mix it in at once, but they j were not only out of range, but my horse was disabled. To have moved I out on foot would have been throwing | my life away. There was every chance ' that I might have to fight them single j handed later on. | QHic rrhtie mail's actionn provost that ? lie knew how to take care of himself, j and I must let him do so for the time i being. I climbed into one of the cotton! woods, got an elevation of about thirty feet, and now my glass served me bet1 ter. The man was digging in the earth with his hunting-knife to scoop out a ridp.nit While he worked the red shins rested and planned. They gave him about twenty minutes, and at the i end of the time he was well hidden, j even from my sight. He had turned up several large stones, and these made a breastwork. When the Indians moved it was to circle around him and keep up the fire to rattle him and waste his ammunition. While they were at long range J he made no answer, hut as they narj rowed the circle a putf of smoke sud! denly leaped from his pit, and one of ! the warriors fell from his horse like a log. A second dashed to secure the body, and his horso was shot through. The bullet hit the rider in the opposite | leg, and I could follow him as he crept away through the grass. Another consultation was held, and it resulted in a general dismount. Then each warrior began creeping forward on his own account, firing at will. They had the man completely encircled, but he was very cool. When he finally got a sure tiling he fired, and ' shot an Indian so dead that he never I kicked. Two minutes later he killed a second. This was three killed and I one wounded, and they were losing their sand. A A crept out of range ; and consulted again, and I knew how j it would end. If the eleven warriors let one white man beat them off, they would be disgraced forever. The ground was favorable for charging him on horseback, and tliey were soon ready. Six went to the east and five to the south, and at a signal they put their ponies on the run uud rode for the knoll. Up jumped the man, his rifle at his shoulder, and | he fired twelve shots into the two seci tions faster than I could count. He ' killed two ponies and wounded two or three warriors, and this stopped them. They broke back and headed for the I grove to make new repairs and study up new deviltry. I let them come within pistol shot, and then opened 011 them with my Winchester, und it is recorded in military reports that I killed two and wounded a third. The living went down the river so badly rattled that an old woman could have kept them 011 the run with a broomstick. It didn't take the stranger more i th.in 11 minute to catch 011. and he I came down to me. To my groat stir- j prise, lie turned out to be a beardless j boy of nineteen, who had been out ! searching after lost stock. The In- j dians had run him all night long, making a ride of about fifty miles, lie 1 didn't pretend to be even a cowboy, i and when I praised his courage he j blushed like a girl. He said he ex- j peetcd to be wiped out in the end, but lie was bound to give the redskins the , best he had before he went under. It was a lucky light for both of us. There ! were four dead Indians on the ground, j and we found 011 each a buckskin bag with four hundred and eighty dollars in it. They had finished oil' some pioneer or mining party and made a big haul, and the money had been evenly divided. We had seventeen hundred and twenty dollars to divide between us, and it was a big lift to ' both. 1 fifi)"' It sliouhlbc a lesson to all who go ' stump-speaking not to ask a question and then "pause for a reply:" and. 1 above all. not to express themselves too modestly?even after victory? ! about their merits. One of the best and most deserving of them did this. 1 lie said, doubtless with his hand upon an honest heart: "What have I done that I should have received this honor at your hands?" And one of the crowd answered, "Nothing:" whiefi ' would have disconcerted most persons 1 exceedingly. ? ?3?" An immense glacial Held is re ported in Idaho, thirty-live miles south1 west of Shoup. WAYSIDE GATHERINGS. ? A fast man is very slow when it comes to paying his debts. ? This is a very gentle world if you do not rub its back the wrong way of the fur. ? To stare at a pretty girl is an insult ; to stare at a homely one is a compliment. ? It has been estimated that fifteen million acres of land arc lying idle in Virginia. ? Just remember that clean linen and temperance are the worst foes of the cholera. ? The wealth of the negro population of Alabama is estimated at twenty million dollars. ? In ordinary English writing "z" only occurs twenty-two times while "e" occurs one thousand. ? If you have never been in adversity, you have never found out who your real friends are. ? India has one missionary to 275,000 people, Persia one to 300,000, and Thibet one to 2,000,000. ? Wv Vnrlr lms pichtv-one hundred and sixty-two dwellings which contain over ten families each. ? Whenever you buy or sell, make a clear bargain, and never trust to "We 8hn'n't disagree about trifles." ?The human skin is exactly like that of a fish, as it is covered with minute scales overlapping each other. ? In a hospital for cats in Philadelphia over eighteen thousand tabbies were painlessly put to death last year. ? When a man gets the grip inside a lodge, he has to pay for it; when he gets it outside, the lodge has to pay for it. ? Subserviency is the grovelling servility of a base and cringing mind, that has not the spirit to exercise a will of its own. ? Dr. Guernsey, of New York, advises people to eat plenty of salt on their food, as the cholera microbe doesn't like it. ? The dignity attached to spending another man's money is something like a boil on one's nose?more conspicuous than fattening. ? At an agricultural dinner the following toast was given: "The game of fortune?Shuffle the cards as you will, spades must win." ? There is a sign on au undertaker's establishment which reads, "The wants of the deceased attended to at prices which defy competition." ? "Do not ask a man who is learning to ride a bicycle how he is getting on," says an exchange. A more tender subject is how he is getting off. ? When a man is in love he thinks his girl's name is the sweetest in the world, but when they are married he thinks it is too old-fashioned to give the children. ? The largest greenback extant is a a $10,000 bill, and only one such bill has been printed by the government. Of the $u,OUU bins, ine next lurgesi, there are seven. ? Bricks made of plaster of paris and cork are now used in the construction of powder mills. In case of explosion they offer slight resistance, and are broken to atoms. ? A law was passed in England in 1750 to the effect that at parties "ladies must not get drunk on any pretext whatever, and gentlemen not before nine o'clock." ? "Take away my first letter ; take away my second letter; take away my third letter; take away all my letters and I remain what I was before." Answer?The postman. ? The truest help we can render an aimerecriiTan w not to take HIS buruen from him, but to call out his best energy, that he may be able to bear the burden.?Bishop Brooks. ? Authoritative estimates say that there are sixteen thousand Masonic lodges and two million craftsmen in the world. It thus stands numerically at the head of all secret orders. ? There is still burning in India a sacred fire that was lighted by the Parsees twelve centuries ago. The fire is fed with sandal and other fragrant woods, and is replenished five times a day. ? From the applications already on file it is estimated that more than 100,000 men will participate in the great civic parade at the time of the dedication of the World's Fair buildings this month. ? A plant is being cultivated in France, which bears a white blossom in the morning, a red one at noon, and a blue one at night. This flower should be very popular among patriotic Americans abroad. ? The new sub-treasury building at San Francisco has an electric burglar alarm installed between the rows of brick, so that any interference with cither the hricks or cement will cause an alarm to sound. ? In the United States there are forty-four people in every one hundred who are engaged in agriculture, as compared with fifty-six in Canada, seven in England, sixteen in Germany, aud forty-eight in France. ? A Cincinnati preacher proposed to a young lady, but was rejected. His feelings were again hurt when a widow sent him the following text to preach from : "You ask and receive not, because you ask a miss." ? There is a villuge in Austria called Sterbeck, of which all the inhabitants are chess players. The game is regularly taught in the schools, and every year there is a public examination in the game and a distribution of prizes in the shape of chess-boards. ? A witty writer has observed with much truth that every mau is, in a sense, three different men. In the first place, he is the man he thinks himself to be; in the second place, he is the man other persons thinks him to be; and finally, he is the man that he really is. ? A grocer says if a lamp chimney is washed in coal oil and never even wiped with a damp cloth, it will be practically indestructive, and will smoke jet black before it will crack, He has recommmended this remedy to customers for years and never heard of its failing. ?aSf" There is a good deal of truth and philosophy in the remark made by a wit when he heard of the divorce of a couple recently married : "I am glad they married each other, for if they had married somebody else there would have been two unfortunate couples instead of one." ? The story is told of an eminent divine and his bright boy wheih is not devoid of instructiveness. The father had a way of saying to his son when leaving home, "Kemember whose boy you are." The lad one day turned the tables by calling out to his father, "(Jood-bye. papa : remember whose father you are." flkaT'It is now possible to cook with electricity, i lie oououi ui an muiuury Irving pan is coated with nil insula tin^r enamel, in which is imbedded a zigzag wire conveying the current. Tc prevent radiation from the insulating enamel, the plate 011 its under surface is protected with asbestos. The wire is made of an alloy, which can stand great heat; and, becoming very hot it makes the iron pan hot, about 4S; to ">00 degrees. The pan does not be come incandescent. Meats, etc., cat be cooked quickly, and codec made ii a jitly, while the expense is almost nothing, as the electric current can la switched from an ordinary sixteen power incandescent lamp. There an 110 unpleasant fumes and no dangei from tire. With an electric frying-pat and an electric teakettle, a bachcloi could prepare his own meals, and liv< 1 well for comparatively nothing. A Good Story of a railroad President.?Presideut Roberts of the Pennsylvania railroad is, as everybody knows, a great stickler for discipline, i and a story is told of him which is too | good to keep. Some time ago, while | on his way to Harrisburg, the conductor of the train bowed as lie passed, without asking to see his ticket. On coming through the traiu again, Mr. Roberts touched his arm and said: "Why did you not ask for my ticket?" Rather abashed, the conductor replied that he presumed he had his pass. "Do you know who I am ?" next asked Mr. Roberts. "Yes, sir," replied the conductor, "vnu are the Dresident of the road." tf * "Granted that I am. It is your duty to allow nobody to ride over this road without showing a ticket. Always bear that in mind." The conductor promised to do so in the future and passed on. After the next station had been passed he again came through the train for tickets, and j coming to Mr. Roberts, stopped and ! demanded to see his ticket. "That's right, my man," said the | president, putting his hand in his breastpocket. Then he grew red in the face, and as he felt in pocket,after pocket, his face became redder. He had left his pass at home. The conductor never moved a muscle of his face, but stood with out-stretched hand waiting for the ticket. Mr.* Roberts was too proud to back out, and finally asked in meek a voice: "How much is the fare to Harrisburg ?" On being informed he paid over the money, which the conductor took without a smile, giving him a rebate check good for ten cents.. President Roberts continued his ride in silence.?Philadelphia Record. A Working Boy.?As I write, a ; coal cart has driven up to the house opposite in charge of a boy, perhaps ! seventeen years old. On the sidewalk j a man with gray hair was leaning on his shovel waiting for the coal to be dumped. The boy backed his cart, went in to have the ticket of delivery signed, hurried out and drew the pins from the backboard of the cart. He 1 tugged and pulled to dumip the cart, ! at last being assisted by the older man j who did not exert any degree of j strength in bis effort. At last the cart j was dumped, and the man began to altatrA1 ziaoI Wliilo waifinrr fnr ifiA OUUVCl iilO wait fv Mtiv ?* .w. .Mv man to get the coal out of the way, so that the balauce of the coal would run out on the sidewalk, the boy drew from the pocket of his coat a woolen cloth, and began to polish and rub the heavy harness on the horse. On the blinders were some ornaments of brass, and for this he used polish that he evidently kept for the purpose.^ He ljraided the horse's mane after combing it with his fingers, and straightened and arranged the harness with evident pride and enjoyment. As I watched, I thought, "I do not believe that that boy will shovel coal when his head is gray. He uses his time to the advantage of his employer and the improvement of his employer's property. Somebody who needs service that demands devotion and industry will find this boy out and give him employment that his character fits him for." When the horse was driven away he held his head up and stepped off as if he knew his personal appearance had been greatly improved. The young driver looked at him critically, as if his standard had not yet been reached. . ?wmTTTjTi yr if e.?The pretty school teacher, for a little diversement, had asked her class for the best original definition of "wife," and the boy in the corner had promptly responded: "A rib." She looked at him reproachfully, and nodded to the boy with dreamy eyes, who seemed anxious to say soinei thing. "Man's guiding star and guardian angel," he said in a response to the nod. ' "A helpmeet," put in a little (laxenhaired girl, j "One who soothes man in adversi; ty," suggested a demure little girl, j "And spends his money when he's 1 flush," added the incorrigible boy in 1 the corner. There was a lull, and the pretty, dark-eyed girl said slowly : i "A wife is the enemy of spinsters." "One who makes a man hustle," was the next suggestion. 1 ' / 1.:? ? "Auu Keeps mm irom nuiKiug u iuui j of himself," putin another girl. "Some one for a man to find fault with when things go wrong," said a sorrowful little maiden, i "Stop right there," said the pretty school teacher. "That's the best definition." Later the sorrowful little maiden sidled up to her and asked : "Aren't you going to marry that handsome man who calls for you near; ly every day ?" j "Yes, dear," she replied, "but with I us nothing will ever go wrong. He says so himself." The Folly oe Neglect.?Neglect is the great cause of failure. Success ! is in every man's reach if he takes pains to succeed. We must face our j task and work with our might to accomplish it. Your garden does not grow up in weeds because it might not ; be otherwise, but because you neglect it. The schoolboy fails and goes to the foot of his class because he does mi not tuKe pains. 1 nu so won ? vim.v. and rambling and puts the congregation to sleep, because the pastor allowed himself to be diverted by other things from the work of careful preparation. "Diligence insures success," slackness and neglect mean inevitable failure. To know how, is of course much ; but to do the best you know, and keep diligently at it, is the best way to learn how, and the only sure 11 road to success.?Cumberland Presbyterian. I { At a recent trial in Scotland a certain lady got into the witness-box to be examined, when the following conversation took place between her and the opposing counsel: "How old arc 1 you?" "Oh, weel, sir, I am an un' married woman, and dinna think it right to answer that question." "Oh, yes, answered the gentleman. How old are you ?" interposed the judge. "Weel-a-weel, I am fifty." "Are you v" tlw> counsel. "Weel. mn iiiui v iiwow. ? f I iini sixty." The iiKjuisitive lawyer still further asked if she had any hopes of getting married, to which Miss Jane j replied : "Weel, sir, I winna tell a lee. I hinna lost hope yetscornfully adding, 4,hut I widna marry you, for I am siek and tired o' your palaver already." ttiT Here are a few interesting Mai sonie items : Richmond has four Mu sonic halls. California has over 1(1,000 Masonic members. There are 1,1100 t ( Knight Templar in Ireland. Canada > has a Masonic membership of nearly ; 21,000. It is estimated that the annual ; income of the Masonic order is $25,000,AAA T* J - Imltrnin - imij, 11 in rrcumi'u mu>, mi. m.? .v?nv ... I the United States came into existence , in 1730. Norman, Egyptian and Ionic > 1 halls in Philadelphia are regarded as the finest lodge rooms extant. i ('run for Hay Kkvkk.?A corresl pondent of the St. Louis <Mobe-l>emo erat has discovered a genuine and ef feetive cure for hay fever. It is noth ing more nor less than a wash made of r witehhazel and cocaine, to he applied i to the nasal passages when the dreadi" fill asthma comes on. He says it will stop the wheezing in no time, and then 1 hay fever will haye lost all its tdtrors.