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# v ISSUED TWICE-A-WEEK?WEDNESDAY AND FRIDAY. ' I. m. grist & sons, Publishers. } A Jfantilrt gjletrspauer: cJfor lite promotion of lite political, Social, Agricultural and (Commercial interests of the ?outh. J ThHMMlK<)(<:o'rY^ three ckn ce' VOLUME 41. YORKVILLE, S. C., WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 1895. NUMBER 6L A TALE OF A SE % Republished from the York rllle Enquirer c "Truth is stranger than fiction," is a trite sentence no one gainsays, for the recollections of almost every individual recall instances verifying it. The story I propose to relate is an exemplification of its declaration, and although the leading incidents are familiar to a few whose memory will reach as far back into the dim vista of the past as mine, to the young, generally, it will be new, and from the familiarity of the several localities, as well as the romantic character of its events, I hope the old man's ow'er true tale may prove interesting. My stories are all of the long ago. The young naturally peer forward?the old look back. CHAPTER I. A > 3 -A 1 1??? A lauy SlUUU UU UIC lung >El UUUU which faced the ocean, and watched a v ship sailing into the harbor. The beauty of the sea?each wave painted by the rays of the setting sun with gold and purple crest?the ship in all her majesty of motion, walking the waters as if inspired by the bounding hearts crowding her deck, the unwonted quiet of the hour, each were to her as if they were not?though forth on s all she gazed. Her face was one of marked character. The 40 years which had rolled over her head had left not one gray hair in their train, aud but a few deepened lines on her face to tell of their passage. Still, her appearance was not uncommonly youthful for her years; a good state of preservation rather marking her general aspect, indicating her's had been a life shielded from carking care, though her close black dress told that she bad not been exempt from nature's law, "That man was made to mourn." As she stood, tears unbidden coming to her eyes and trickling unheeded down her cheeks, a young girl, clad, too, in deep mourning, came out on the veranda and gained her side unnoticed. For a moment the young< er lady watched the elder one; then putting her arm around her waist and leaning her head on the elder's shoulder, the girl said, / "Mother, dear mother !" Then irrepressible sobs choked her utterance. For a short time, the mother, too, could not speak; but soon calmning her emotions, she es% sayed to soothe her daughter. "Dinna greet sae lassie, sair wad it grieve your father to find his hinnie -thus." It was only when strongly moved, Mrs. Cambell used her mother tongue, and her child seemed more overcome by the touching vernacular. "Oh! mother, mother," she sobbed, "this i3 the ship which would have * brought them! I so hung on the thought of my brothers coming, and longed for their companionship." Solemnly the mother answered, "He that ruleth the winds aud the waves doeth all things well! Shall we question His going forth or coming in ? Let us, rather like Aaron, hold our peace." Then gently and resolutely, she withdrew her form from the support of the girl, and led her to an inner apartment. Mrs. Cambell was a Scotch woman. At the age of 18 she first married in Edinburg, to Henry McArthur. He was a Scotchman, but for many years had been a planter in the West Indies. The enervatiug climate had undermiued his health, and giving up the management of his estates to able agents, , he returned to his native laud to remain permanently. Middle age was upon him, and he was still unmarried ; but soon after his arrival in Scotland, he met Margaret Alexander. She was of a beautiful countenance aud good understanding. He thought life'sjourney 7,'ould be brightened by such a helpmeet, and wooed and won* the ' fair woman. In six years, three children were born to Henry and Margaret McArthur?Henry, Alexander aud Henriet la. Joeiore me imam uaugnter couiu lisp her farther's name, he was taken by death from his family. Henrietta McArthur was 11 years old when Jamie Cambell induced her mother to change her widowed 1 state. He, too, was Scotch?a bachelor of 40 and for 15 years a resident of Charleston, South Carolina, and \e of her most successful importing merchants. He, with a younger brother?Robert Cambell?had gone over to South Carolina together, aud together began business in her "Queen City but it was not long till the latter became acquainted with a young lady from the interior, whose charms, sentimental and substantial, were very disirable. He was fortunate enough to succeed in pleasing her fauey, and, marrying her, retired from mercantile life to reside on the plantation in Williamsburg District he had acquired by his wife. The elder brother worked on, associating with him, in his brother's stead, a H wuuj wuun y uiau JII. vtvuci ? |^& he was very "lonely in the whole city full," after his brother went from him. H However, fortune was kiud, his business flourished, and he rapidly amassed wealth. Then he went back home? ^^B as his affectionate heart still called Scotia?to find him a consort. H^B To the generous nature and warm ^^^B heart of Jamie Cambell, the three children of Mrs. McArthur were addi^H^B tional charms to her beauty and sense, I PTU AGEN ARI AN. if 1871. by Reque&t. after she consented to marry him? was to leave her two sons in Scotland till the completion of their education, he inveighed strenuously against the plan, feeliug real disappointment in being deprived of a father's care over lads. However, he was forced to recognize the soundness of their mother's judgment, in placing them where opportunities were so superior to those to be found in the United states, ana solaced himself by devoting himself to Henrietta, He quickly won her affection, and from the day he called her mother his wife, he loved the little daughter with truly a father's heart. Friends and instructors wrote frequent reports to Mrs. Cambell?after she crossed the ocean?of her sons, and all combined in pronouncing them youths of great promise. When the young McArthurs graduated, their first thought was to hasten to the tenderly loved mother and sister, so long separated from them. The mother curbed this natural impulse, and desired that their attention should first be given to their West India property ; and before coming to Charleston they should go to Jamacia, see their agents, examine accounts, condition of estates, and assume possession. Being guided by their mother's advice, Henry and Alexander McArtkur came on to the West Indies, and while necessarily detained there, both fell victims of the yellow fever. This ship, now sailing into port, was the one in which they had proposed to come ; and only the mail-ship before, had brought to their family the news of their demise. The sight of the vessel opened anew the fresh wounds,' still bleeding for their loss, in the hearts which, for years, had looked forward to an hour, cruel Time, at last, revealed was never to be. Mrs. Cambell, with an inherent sternness imbibed with a mother's milk form a race of Covenanters, had stifled the weakness of her mother heart? which often yearned for the presence of her sons and kept them from her seven years?never jven faltering, and at last checking their hastening desires, inculcated the homely doctrine of "business before pleasure." Now, in her bereavement, she uttered no useless regret, felt no reproach of conscience for her course, and would again have enacted the same rigid role. Henrietta McArthur's nature was cast in a softer mould. Youth and love had developed for her a tender, facile temper. Her grief for her brothers' loss was very intense; so violent in its expression it seemed beyond her power to control it. The exhibition of her distress caused her stepfather much nain. For his sake, her mother exhor ted ber, continually, to overcome herself and be more calm. Eveu this strong incentive failed to enable her to quell the demonstrations of her sorrow. Two hours after the arrival of the vessel noticed at the first of this chapter, the wife and daughter awaited Mr. Cambell's coming. The room in which the ladies sat gave evidence that Mrs. Cambell had not left on the other side of the sea, her old world love of elegance. The walls of the room were hung with curious, ancient tapestry, representing scenes from the Old Testament. The stern choice of subjects, such as Moses slaying the Egyptian; the overthrow of Pharaoh and Ids Host in the Red Sea; the slaying of Jezebel's Prophets, etc., made it easy to imagine the work was woven by the fingers of some grand dame nurtured in the days of a Claverhouse. The chairs were large, cushioned with blue damask, wrought in with threads of gold ; the wood-work, white and highly gilded in patterns of vine and grape; the tables were of the same material, claw-footed aud topped with black marble, the strong contrast not being unpleasant in effect. The mantel was also black marble. On it were burning four wax caudles, set in massive silver candlesticks. On one side of the room was a harpsichord, with a blue damask cover to match the cushioning of the chairs. This, now, seemed to be the subject of discussion. "Don't ask me, mother ! How cau I play ? Every tune has been practiced for ray brothers; the whole burden of my thought, as I played, being how the air would please them." "Henrietta, to give up, to this extent, to our sorrow, is worse than useless?it is positively wrong. The dead lire not blessed by it?the living darkened. You must rembember others beside yourself. Your father is dearer to you than your brothers were. The sentiment toward him is real?for them ideal. He, too, dwelt most fondly on their coming, planning much happiness for them and us. Iustead of striving to till the place of more children to him, aud cheering the heart which leans on you to soothe its declining years, you augment his trouble by your gloominess. It is not right, and I cannot encourage you in such a course, by undue sympathy or caresses." "A shadow seems, mother, to rest on me, from which I cannot escape?as if this sorrow is but the harbinger of , more." "It is your first aflliction, my child ; and you have not struggled against its pressure; hut unresistingly been borne down by its weight. Make an effort to resume your usual daily duties, find agaiu interest in them, and think of others. Afflictions were not meant to make us selfish. We must learn to sorrow with moderation." The thought of her father was a lever to Henrietta. She exerted herself to overcome the grief she had indulged. Her first step was to play the harpsichord', and she went forward to try if her strength would be sufficient to play for hira, and not betray her surcharged heart by some uncontrollable burst of grief. She opened the harpsichord, and her heart seemed comforted by the first chords her fingers woke, as if some friend's voice spoke to her through the simple tones. She played some little airs, then sang sweetly the ballad of''Allan Water," not perceiving her father's entrance on tiptoe, till she concluded the song. The gratified look with which he met her first glance, repaid her for her effort, even had not the pleasure she herself had found in it, done so. "Any letters, father?" she asked, forgetting, for a moment, none of especial interest to her were now to come. "Several for myself relating to the affairs of the firm, and two for your mother?business letters I judged from their superscription. Did not your Uncle Robin bring them ?" "Uncle Robert! Is he in town ?" "Yes; I thought to have found him already here. I had an invoice to look over and would not detain him, for what was of interest to me, was this time dull to him. Some meetiug with acquaintances has caused his tarrying. We will wait tea on him. He will be in presently. Now, what can you sing me to pass away the time till he comes?" She knew what song he best loved ; but knew, out of tenderness toward her, he would not ask it. It was one of the batch of new songs he had sent to Scotland for. Her brothers had chosen them ; but she was not longer to allow his thought for her to be greater than her's for him. With great purity of style and expression, she sang "Auld Lang Syne." He spoke no word at its close ; but laid his hand on her blonde head, as if in blessing. Both felt too much to speak. A ring at the door was a relief to the three mute occupants of the parlor, for in deep reverie Mrs. Carabell sat, looking sadly on two portraits which hung opposite, much alike in ull attributes, and reminding her ever, by the semblance of their counterfeit presentments of the father of her sons, the husband of her youth. The portraits had been painted only a year before, by a fine Edinburg artist, and were, to her, worth their weight in gold. A moment after the ring, a servant ushered in Mr. Robert Cambell. He was greeted cordially by his sister-inlaw and her daughter, an affectionate enquiries made about his wife, whom Henrietta spoke of as "dear Aunt Sue." After he bad taken a seat, his brother asked for the mail, and gave to his wife from among the matter, two letters. One bore the post-mark of Jamaica?the other that of Edinburg. A glance told her they were business communications, and she laid them aside till after tea, now ready to be served, as it had been delayed for Mr. Robert Cambell's coming. * * - - * i _ I _1 a suver lea tray, wun a rare oiu china service on it, was placed before the mistress of the mansion on a small tea-table, before which she sat. A brass tea-kettle, burnished like gold, steamed with the boiling water ready to draw the tea, which the lady took out of a silver caddy, put in a pot of the same metal, aud then dispensed each cup with the stately grace which marked her smallest action. Before any one had finished their first cup, there was a riug at the door. The servant who answered the bell brought in the name of "Mr. Taylor, of Georgetown." "Ask him in." "To this room, madam?" "Yes." A moment later, Mr. Taylor entered. It was the first meeting with their friend since their recent heavy affliction, and much feeling was awakeued, the younger Mr. Camhcll being alone unmoved. Mrs. Cambell first relieved the silence, which succeeded the sad greeting, by asking the new comer to have a cup of tea. "No, I thank you, madam. I thought I knew your hours well enough, not to have intruded." "Your presence is never an intrusion," said the master of the house. "We would have been done tea, but our Scotch punctuality waited on Robin." Tli<? tf>n tli in rot removed, the servant placed two of the caudle-sticks, with their wax lights, on the marble centretable. "Will ye hide here, Kobin, to read, or tak a pipe wi it in the stoody." "The latter, I believe; but ye need not come, Jamie." "No, no lad, I dinna see ye sae often, but 1 long to see mair. I ken na ithcr, how to gang off from ye Taylor !" "Like his wife ; but more frequently with him thau her, Mr. Cambell used his brogue. He always called his younger brother Kobin?though now a stalwart man?a great contrast to the dapper little merchant's small stature. The pet diminutive came always to his lips, and toward "Kobin" he felt a woman's tenderness. Kobert Catuhell had a lull, fine person, good features, fair complexion and sandy locks, and looked about 10 years younger than in reality he was. His manners were finished, and his conversational powers insinuating. He sang a fine song, danced a minuet or hornpipe with equal skill, kept blooded horses, hounds and boats, and enjoyed the fair fortune he got by his wife thoroughly. She, his wife, was one of the best of women ; quiet, pretty, excellent sense and good principles, with but one weakness?an overweeniug admiration of her husband. His wife and his brother had been sufficient, by their devotion and pride to and in him to have fostered a much greater amount of conceit than he showed in his general demeanor ; and their whole thought being his pleasure, one could /-?!! (iiU/vfUnti Ka nfi? o oolfioll AV r?Af uuu icii \v uctuci uc nno ov/incu v/j uw, for they never allowed him to be unselfish. The brothers did not appear to have gone down to read, for the packages of foreign news were laid aside unopened. They lit their pipes and sat down in the luxurious arm chairs abounding in the cosy apartment. "Henrietta is a perfect beauty," said the younger brother. "It's a shame, Jamie, to marry her to so cadaverous a specimen as this Taylor." "Who talks of Henrietta marrying him. Not that I know better, youth ; but I would be loth to see my singing bird go into any other cage than mine." "She is no longer a child, Jamie, and will soon have suitors enough in the city. Her wealth?now the boys are dead?would attract plenty of them; but her face and form, are enough for any man of taste had she not a penny." "Her sweet temper and loving heart are beyond her personal attractions. Her mother says her only fault is her timidity. To me it is an additional charm. Margaret fears she is unfitted, by her gentleness, for fighting life's battles; but while her old father's head is above the ground, he will see no hair of her's is hurt." Their pipes were smoked out, and Mr. Robert Cambell proposed they should return to the drawing-room. He had scarcely entered it, until he asked of Heurietta a song. She would have refused, had it been any one else, but it was habitual with his elder brother and wife never to gainsay request of his, and Henrietta had fallen into their ways. Unhesitatingly, therefore, she arose and went to the piano. After two or three pieces there was a pause, and Mr. Taylor said good night aud left. He was a pale, slight man, his face not wanting in expression if it was in color; but possessing no beauty, excepting deep blue eyes beaming with purity and tenderness, which might have looked forth from those of a woman. Henrietta's face had brightened duriug the eveniug, and her pallid cheeks now glowed with some of their natural color. Her father?we cannot write him stepfather, for no own parent could even have surpassed him in devotion?had it uot been for the late remark of his brother, would have innocently said, "Taylor's visit has done the lassie good but he saw there was truth in "Robin's" suspicious as to Taylor's object in coming to their house, and felt a jealous pang to see another seeking to win away his "bairn." After Taylor's departure, Mrs. Cambell opeued her letters. The contents brought a troubled look to her face. After a second perusal 01 eacn, sne handed both to her hushand. His expression seemed a reflection of her's. When he finished reading them, she asked : uI)o you see any alternative to keep me from having to go ?" , "Not unless I could go myself; and Gower's absence makes my leaving Charleston, now, an impossibility." "Yes, I know that." "What is it?" enquired Mr. Robert Cambell. "These letters are from my business men, and both relate to the estate of Alexander and Henry. They say the affairs have been so long in the hands of ageuts, it is now imperatively necessary one of the legatees should be present at the settlement. I will have 'to go to Jamaica, and, probably, to Edinburgh." A few remarks passed on either side. The urgency of the ease was undeniable, and the conclusion of the whole was, that the next vessel sailing for the West Iudies must take on board of her Mrs. Cambell. i "You will not leave Henrietta here during the summer season ?" asked Mr. Robert Cambell. "01' course, she will remain with me," replied the elder Mr. Cambell. "You had better send her up to my house to stay with Sue. I'm so much from home, I would lie glad to have her there, as company for Sue in my nosence. .v summer in me euuuuy will do her good, and she will find it dull here with Jamie, though such an heiress will have plenty of beaux to drive away blue devils." The allusion to the fortuue was a harsh truth to the ears and understanding of the elders?a wound to the heart of the young girl. Canibell added. after a pause? "I was detained this evening by meeting old Dr. Ramsey, and, in the course of our conversation, he prophesied tiiis summer would be a yellow fever season." The ladies both started. To them, Dr. Ramsey's prophecies were very nearly the same as a fiat, so highly did they esteem his judgment. The brow, too, of the elder gentleman darkened. The skilfully introduced leaven was beginning to work, conversation languished, the ladies arose and bade goodnight, the guest refused his brother's offer of a pipe or night cap, and also retired, leaving the good nierchaut to an hour's serious reflection ere he rang for the servants to close the house and extinguish the lamps, before himself seeking his bed. Next morning, at breakfast, Mr. Cambell was not surprised, though gratified, to learn, a night's reflection had caused the adoption of his plan for Henrietta, by her parents; and his sister-in-law announced, assoou as she herself sailed, Henrietta and her father would go up to Williamsburg?the former to remain there uutil her mother should return to Carolina. CHAPTER II. Sunshine and showers had marked the April day, but Phcebus had at last overcome ; and it was a bright beauti ful sunset on which Henrietta McArtbur stood gazing. She was out on a narrow porch which formed the entrance of the house, and looked wearily on the sinking sun. A sad change seemed to have fallen on the girl. She was pale, almost haggard. Dark circles were marked around her eyes, and in them was a scared, restless, helpless look, quite pitiful. The sound of approaching horses awoke her from her reverie. She turned, and coming up the avenue, nearly at the gate, she descried Mr, Taylor, of Georgetown. For one moment, a look of joy lighted her face? then faded away. A sadder helplessness itj seemed, by contrast, perhaps, than before, settled there. He dismounted hastily as he caught sight of her, without waiting to throw his reins to his servent?who was coming a little behind on a sturdy nag, carrying his master's portmanteau behind him ; but dropping them on his horse's neck, he went swiftly through the gateway, and ran up the steps saying, almost before he had shook hands: "Are you surprised to see me, Miss Henrietta? I came to Charleston, not having an idea of your absence ; and your father told me you were domiciled here until your mother's return. He kindly gave me leave to come on and see you, and to insure me a welcome, made me the bearer of your mother's last letter, received by the la9t mail." She took the missive nervously and asked eagerly : "When is father coming?" Then anxiously ; "how long will you stay ?" In his pleasure at meeting her, the ! young man, at the moment, did not seem to note the strangeness of her manner, or her altered appearance, and answered her pleasantly. "Mr. Campbell told me to tell you, Mr. Gower is away from home courting so busily, the affairs are all on his shoulders, and it will be impossible for him to come up and see you netore the fall; but said you must be a good girl, mind your uncle and aunt, and not get homesick. I can only stay until day after tomorrow, for when I left home I never dreamed of coming here, and if I do not get home the day appointed, mother will imagine all manner of horrible accidents have befallen me." Henrietta McArthur, as he ceased speaking, burst into a nervous fit of tears. Just then, Mr. Robert Cambell's voice was heard in the yard, and they saw him coming toward the door. She hastily retreated, leaving Mr. Taylor in a state of distressed wonder. It was teatime when he again met her. Now he closely marked the sorrowful change which had come over the girl. Wit h his suspicions arouseu, ne narrowly watched Mrs. Kobert Caxnbell. |She too, looked sad and anxious, but was courteous and kind as was her wont, and in her manner toward Henrietta he seemed to discern a greater tenderness than he had ever noted before. Mr. Cambell was the same pleasant, gay gentleman, and seemed to enjoy the visit of Mr. Taylor exceedingly, paying but little attention, beyond the courtesies of the table, to either his wife or Miss McArthur. The latter retired early, and Taylor found no opportunity for any private conversation with her, and the few remarks he addressed to her were answered in moiiosyilables. The next day he tried in vain to see her by herself, determined to ask her why she was so unhappy. How unspeakably he longed to tell her of his love, and strive with assurances of his all'eetion to win a return and her confidence ; but love was a tabooed subject. between them. Mr. Cam bell?her step-father?had questioned Taylor plainly, received an honest confession, and required a promise from the young man that uo declaration should pass his lips to Henrietta, until her mother's return. Then, the old gentleman gave his word, no obstacle should he thrown in the way of his success. Mr. Taylor felt it a reasonable request, and though hard to accede to, he did not demur ; but gave the old man the promise. Mr. Robert Cnmbell was devoted to his self-invited guest, never leaving him to himself, or even to the ladies, for a moment's entertainment, and seemed entirely bent on making him enjoy himself. He insisted on showing him his place, horses, and honuds ; made up a fox-chase for his benefit, and expressed himself as exceedingly disappointed to find out he intended leaving the next day, aud could not remain to participate in the hunt. After Taylor retired, the second night of his stay, Henrietta McAr t bur's clouded face haunted him, driving all sleep from his eyelids. He reflected long on all causes, probable and improbable, for her appearance. At last he arrived at the conclusion to remain another day rather than leave her in such evident trouble, without learning the source of it ; and he thought, by lingering, he might be able to do so. Day had nearly dawned before he slept, and with the first gray streaks in the east, he was awakened by the sound of hunters' horns, yelping hounds, and the clamorous tones of excited voices ringing in his ears. He was dozing again, in spite of the sounds below, when a knock at the door aroused him. Without waiting an invitation to enter, Mr. Cambell came in, saying heartily : "Come, Taylor, you had better come wi'-h us." "Xo, I thank you," returned the young man firmly. In truth, in his present state of mind, he felt no inclination for aoy sport. "Then you had better get up and take breakfast with us. If you are bent on going, get an early start. You can be ofF before sun-rise." "Xo, I am quite mis-rested, and, ifl can,"I will take another nap before rising." His host bade him a courteous good nye, extending an invitation ior a repetition of the visit, and left him to renew his slumbers; hut sleep was again coy and would not be wooed back. So after tossing some minutes, Taylor arose from the bed and went to his window. As he looked out on the porch below, Mr. Carabell issued from the house, with a cup in his band and calling a maid to him, gave it to her to take up to Miss Henrietta with a message from Mrs. Cambell, that "she must driuk it and go back to sleep again, as it was not nearly time to get up." Taylor saw the vessel contained a liquid; but of course could form no idea of what properties. He went back to his bed. The fresh air he had breathed seemed to have soothed his excited feelings, and he fell into a sweet sleep, from which he was at last roused by a servant telling him it was nearly breakfast time. Vague suspicions still floated through his mind. When he went down, he found Mrs. Cambell on the porch, and to her he broached the subject of Miss McArthur's paying a visit to Georgetown tp his mother. The lady seemed pleased with the idea, ifnd suid she was sure Henrietta would be glad to go. She hoped, too, it would be of benefit to her, as she seemed to need a change. Breakfast was announced. The servant reported Miss Henrietta not ready, so the lady and gentleman sat down to the meal without waiting for her. They were scarcely helped when she entered, looking heavy and half awake. The morning greeting exchanged, she apologized for her tardiness and said? I did not sleep at all till you sent me that draught, Aunt Sue. Then I went off into a dead sleep, and Annette could hardly get me up for breakfast. If Mr. Taylor had not been intendiug to leave this morning, I know I would not have roused myself." "You are dreaming, child ! I sent you nothing." "What! Do you forget, Aunt Sue, Early this morning before the hunters left? I wondered how you knew I needed it." Mrs. Cambell said nothing more, but turned the conversation on some other topic. Her face though, grew paler and very sad. Henrietta, on the contrary, though stupefied by her morning potion, was more herself than her lover had seen her, and was evidently thankful to think of a visit to Georgetown. As soou as breakfast was over, she excused herself by saying she was so sleepy she could not keep her eyes open, and really must go and lie down. Taylor ordered his horses, for he was satisfied with the understanding she would soon come to his mother's. He trusted then to remove, even if he could not learn from her the cause of her depression. A week later, Mrs. Taylor herself went up for Miss McArthur. Taylor felt himself in honor bound to keep as much as he could (with decorum.) from her presence ; but in his unselfish devotion the knowledge of her being well and safe was paramount to all else, and he did not allow himself to pine at the self-imposed restriction, but devoted himself, with uncommon assiduity, to his business, carrying her brightening face, in remembrance, to lighten onerous duties. TTenriett}! imnrnved dailv. She waited on old Mrs. Taylor with loving alacrity, learned to jelly and make pie crust, sang as she sewed, and seemed quite the happy child again. Her spirits rose as if a heavy pressure was removed from ofT them, and Taylor would not cloud her brow for a moment, by recalling the forgotten burden, to ask what it was. Momentarily, sometimes, it seemed to hang over her ; hut the shadow on her face soon gave place to the sunshine in her heart, which Mrs. Taylor's loving caress had created there. TO HE CONTINUED. 8*aT Wool-pulp cotton is made from whitewood which has been macerated with chemicals until it can he drawn into a thread. The thread so produced can be readily woven, and it is said that cotton duck made from them can be readily washed.