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? t V ???^^^???????^ ISSUED TWIOE-iSL-WEEK?WEDNES3DA.Y A3XT3D FRIDAY. l. m. grist * sons, Pubu?her?. } g, ^amilg fieics ja gcr: 4or ">? promotion of the political, Social, Agricultural and <Bommcrtciat interests of the ?outli. {ror* *hmI cJw? *' VOLUME 41. YORKVILLE, S. C., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 1895. NUMBER 83. FROM TH BY CAPTAIN C Copyright, 1894, by the J. B. Lippincott Co. CHAPTER VIII. In the big red omnibus that was slowly toiling over the dusty road several passengers were making their way from the railway station to the hotel at Lake Sablon. Two of them were women of mature years, whose dress and bearing betokened lives of ease and comfort Another was a lovely brunette of less than 20, the daughter evidently of one of these ladies, and an object of loving pride to both. These three seemed at home in their surroundings and were absorbed in the packet of letters and papers they had just received at the station. It was evident that they were not new arrivals, as were the other passengers, who studied them with the half envious feelings with which newcomers at a summer resort are ^pt to regard those who seem to have been long established there, and who gathered from the scraps of conversation that they had merely been over to say goodby to friends leaving on the very train which brought in the rest of what we good, Americans term "the busload." There were women among the newly arrived who inspected the dark girl s with that calm, unflinching, impertinent scrutiny and half audibly whispered comment which, had they been of the opposite sex, would have warranted their being kicked out of the conveyance, but which was ignored by the fair object and her friends as completely as were the commentators themselves. There were one or two men in the omnibus who might readily have been fofgiven an admiring glance or two at so bright >? a vision of girlish beauty as was Miss Renwick this August afternoon, and they had looked, but the one who most attracted the notice of Mrs. Maynard and Aunt Grace?a tall, stalwart, distinguished looking party in gray traveling dress?had taken his seat close to the door and was deep in the morning's pa, per before they were fairly away from the station. Laying down the letter she had just finished reading, Mrs. Maynard glanced at her daughter, who was still engaged in one of her own, and evidently with deep interest. "From Fort Sibley, Alice?" "Yes, mamma, all three?Miss Craven, Mrs. Hoyt and ? Mr. Jerrold. Would you like to see it?" And, with rising color, she held forth the one in her hand. "Not now," was the answer, with a smile that told of confidence and gratification both. "It is about' the germ an, I suppose?" "Yes. He thinks it outrageous that we should not be there?says it is to be the prettiest ever given at the fort, and v that Mrs. Hoyt and Mrs. Craven, who " are the managers for the ladies, had asked him to lead. He wants to know if we cannot possibly oome." "Are you not very eager to go, Alice? I should be," said Aunt Grace, with sympathetic interest "Yes. I am." answered Miss Renwick reflectively. "It had been arranged that it should oome off next week, when, as was supposed, we would be home after this visit It cannot be postponed, of oourse, because it is given in honor of all the offloers who are gathered there tor the rifle competition, and that will be all over and done with today, and they cannot stay beyond Tuesday next. We must give it up, auntie," and she looked up smilingly, "and you have made it so l'ovely for me here that I can ^ do it without a sigh. Think of that? an army germ an?and Fanny Craven says the favors are to be simply lovely. Yes, I did want to go, but papa 6aid he felt unequal to it the moment he got back from Chicago, day before yesterday, and ho certainly does not look at all well. So that ended it, and I wrote at once to Mrs. Hoyt. This is her anv swer now." "What does she say?" "Oh, it is very kind of her. She wants me to come and be her guest if the colonel is too ill to come and mamma will not leave him. She says Mr. Hoyt will como down and escort me. But I would uot like to go without mamma," and the big dark eyes looked s up wistfully, "and I know she does not care to urge papa when he seems so indisposed to going." Mrs. Maynard's eyes were anxious and troubled now. She turned to her sister-in-law: "Do you think he seems any better, Grace? I do not." v "It is hard to say. Ho was so nervously anxious to get away to seo the general the very day you arrived here that there was not a moment in which I could ask him about himself, and since his return ho has avoided all mention of it beyond saying it is nothing but indigestion and he would be all right in a few days. I never knew him to suffer v- In that way in my life. Is there any regimental matter that can bo troubling him?" she asked in a lower tone. "Nothing of any consequence whatever. Of course the officers feel chagrined over their defeat in the rifle match. They had expected to stand very high, but Mr. Jen-old's shooting was unexpectedly below the average, and it threw their team behind. But the colonel didn't make the faintest allusion to it. That hasn't worried him anywhere near as much as it has the others, I should judge." "I do not think it was all Mr. Jerrold's fault, mamma," said Miss Renwick, with gentle reproach and a very beooming flash. "I'm stoina to stand E RANKS. :harles king. ap for him, because I think they all blame him for other men's poor work. He was not the only one on our team whose shooting was below former scores." "They claim that none fell so far below their expectations as he, Alice. You know I am no judge of such matters, but Mr. Hoyt and Captain Gray both writo the colonel that Mr. Jerrold had been taking no care of himself whatever and was entirely out of form. " "In any event, I'm glad the cavalry did no better," was Miss Ronwick's loyal response. "You remember the evening we rode out to the range, and Captain Gray said that there was the man who would win the first prize from Mr. Jerrold?that tall cavalry sergeant who fainted away?Sergeant McLeod. Don't you remember, mother? Well, he did not even get a place, and Mr. Jerrold beat him easily." Something in her mother's eyes warned her to be guarded, and in that indefinable but unerring system of feminine telegraphy called her attention to the man sitting by the door. Looking quickly to her x*ight, Miss Renwick saw that he was intently regarding her. At the mention of Fort Sibley the stranger had lowered his paper, revealing a bronzed face clean shaven except for the thick blond mustache and a pair of clear, steady, searching blue eyes under heavy brows and lashes, and these eyes were very deliberately yet respectfully fixed upon her own, nor were they withdrawn in proper confusion when detected. It was Miss Renwick whose eyes gave up the contest and returned in some sense of defeat to her mother's face. "What letters have you for the colonoli-ofl AlVc ATnTmnrrl nnminff an I secours. "Three?two of them from his devoted henchman, Captaiu Chester, who writes bj every mail, I should imagine, and these ho will go off into some secluded nook with and come back looking blue and worried. Thou here's another, forwarded from Sibley too. I do not know this hand. Perhaps it is from Captain Armitage, who, they say, is to come back next month. Poor Mr. Jerroldl" "Why poor Mr. Jerrold?" asked Aunt Grace, with laughing interest, as she noted the expression on her niece's pretty face. "Because he can't bear Captain Arini OUU ? "Now, Alioe," said her mother reprovingly, "you must not take his view "Now, Alice," saidher mother, "youmust not take his view of the captain." of the captain at all. Remember what the colonel said of him" "Mother," protested Alice, laughing, "I have no doubt Captain Armitage is the paragon of a soldier, but he is unquestionably a most unpleasant and ungentlemanly person in his conduct to the young officers. Mr. Hall has told me the same thing. I declare, I don't see how they can speak to him at all, he has been so harsh and discourteous and nninst.'' The color was rising in earnest now, but a warning glance in her mother's eye seemed to check further words. There was an instant's silence. Then Aunt Ghrace remarked: "Alice, your next door neighbor has vanished. It think your vehemence has frightened him." Surely enough, the big, blue eyed man in tweeds had disappeared. During this brief controversy he had quickly and noiselessly let himself out of the open door, swung lightly to the ground and was out of 6ight among the trees. "Why, what a strange proceeding!" said Aunt Grace again. "We are fully a mile and a half from the hotel, and he means to walk it in this glaring sun." Evidently he did. The driver reined np at the moment in response to a suggestion from some one in a forward seat, and there suddenly appeared by the wayside, striding out from the shelter of the sumacs, the athletic figure of the stranger. "Go ahead!" he called in a deep chest voice that had an unmistakable ring to it?the tone that one so readily recognizes in men accustomed to prompt action and command. ' 'I'm going across lots." And swinging his heavy stick, with quick, elastic steps and erect carriage, the man in gray plunged into a wood path and was gone. "Alice," said Aunt Grace again, "that man is an officer, I'm sure, and you have driven hiin into exile and lonely wandering. I've seen so much of them when visiting my brother in the old days before my marriage that even in civilian dress it is easy to tell some of them. Just look at that back and those shoulders! Ho has been a soldier all his life. Horrors! Suppose it should be Captain Armitage himself!" Miss Renwick looked genuinely distressed as well as vexed. Certainly no officer but Captain Armitage would have had reason to leave the stage. Certainly officers and their families occasionally visited Sablon in the summer time, but Captain Armitage oould hard ly be here. There was comforting as- 1 surance in the very note she held in her I hand. I "It cannot be,"she said, "because ? Mr. Jerrold writes that they have just I heard from him at Sibley. He is still at the seashore and will not return for I a month. Mr. Jerrold says he implored 1 Captain Chester to lot him have three ' days' leave to come down hero and have ; a sail and a picnic with us and was told 1 that it would be out of the question." i "Did he toll you any other news?" i asked Airs. Maynard, looking up from ; her letter again, "anything about the . german?"' i "He says he thinks it a shamo we are 1 to be away and?well, road it yourself." < And she placed it in her mother's < hands, the dark eyes seriously, anxious- 1 ly studying her face as she read. Pres- 1 eutly Mrs. Maynard laid it down and i looked into her own; then, pointing to i a certain Dassaae with her finger, hand- 1 ed it to her daughter. "Men were deceivers ever," she said, laughing, yet oracularly significant. And Alice Renwick could not quite control the start with which she read: "Mr. Jerrold is to lead with his old love, Nina Beaubien. They make a capital pair, and she of course will be radiant?with Alice out of the way. " "That is something Mr. Jerrold failed to mention, is it not?" Miss Reuwick's cheeks were flushed, and the dark eyes were filled with sudden pain as she answered: "I did not know she was there. She was to have gone to the lakes the same day we left." "She did go, Alice," said her mother, "but it was only for a brief visit, it seems." The colonel was not at their cottage when the omnibus reached the lake. Over at the hotel were the usual number of loungers gathered to see tho new arrivals, and Alice presently caught sight of the colonel coming through the park. If anything, he looked more listless and dispirited than he had before they left. She ran down the 6teps to meet him, smiling brightly up into his worn and haggard face. "Are you feeling a little brighter, : papa? Here are letters for yon." He took them wearily, barel^ glancing at the superscriptions. "I had hoped for something more," he said and passed on into the little frame house which was his sister's sum mer home. "Is your mother here?" he asked, looking back as he entered the door. "In the north room, with Aunt Grace, papa," she answered, and then nnr.ft more and with crraver face she be gan to read Mr. Jerrold's letter. It was a careful study she was makiug of it this time, arid not altogether a pleasant one. Aunt Grace came out and made some laughing remark at seeing her still so occupied. She looked up, pluckily smiling despite a sense of wounded pride, and answered: "I am only convincing myself that it was purely on general principles that Mr. Jerrold seemed so anxious I should be there. He never wanted me to lead with him at all." All the same it stung, and Aunt Grace saw and knew it and longed to take her to her heart and comfort her, but it was better so. 1 She was finding him out unaided. She was still studying over portions of that ingenious letter when the rustle of her aunt's gown indicated that 1 she was rising. She saw her move toward the steps, heard a quick, firm tread upon the narrow planking and glanced up in surprise. There, uncovering his close cropped head, stood the tall stranger, looking placidly up as he addressed Aunt Grace: "Pardon me, can I 6ee Colonel Maynard?" i "He is at home. Pray come up and take a chair. I will let him know. I?I < felt sure yoa must be some friend of his when I saw you in the 6tage," said the good lady, with manifest and apologetio uneasiness. "Yes," responded the stranger as he i quickly ascended the steps and bowed i before her, smiling quietly the while. "Let me introduce myself. I am Captain Armitage of the colonel's regi- i ment." "There I I knew it I" was Aunt Grace's response as, with both hands uplifted in tragic despair, she gave one horror stricken glance at Alice and j rushed into the house. There was a moment's silence. Then, with burning cheeks, but with grave eyes that looked frankly into his, Alice | Renwick arose, came straight up to him , and held out her hand. , "Captain Amitage, I beg your par- | don.'' i He took the extended hand and gazed | earnestly into her face, while a kind? i almost merry?smile lighted up his ( own. "Have the boys given me such an i uncanny reputation as all that?" he ] asked, and then, as though tickled with i the comicality of the situation, he be- | gan to laugh. ""What ogres some of us j old soldiers do become in the course of , years! Do you know, young lady, I might never have suspected what a brute . I was if it had not been for you? What , a blessed thing it was the colonel did ( not tell you I was coming! You would ( never have given me this true insight ] into my character." , But she saw nothing to laugh at and | would not laugh. Her lovely face was ^ still burning with blushes and dismay , and full of trouble. "I do not look upon it lightly at all," ( she said. "It was unpardonable in me i to?to" "To take so effective and convincing . a method of telling a man of his griev- ( ous sins! Not a bit of it I like a girl ( who has the courage to stand up for her friends. I shall congratulate Jerrold and ( Hall both .when I .get back, lucky fel lows that they are I" And evidently Captain Armitage was deriving altogether too much jolly entertainment from her awkwardness. She rallied and strove to put an end to it "Indeed, Captain Armitage, I do think the young officers sorely need friends and advocates at times. I never would have knowingly spoken to you of pour personal responsibilities in the woes of Mr. Jerrold and Mr. Hall, but since I have done so unwittingly I may is well define my position, especially as p-ou are so good natured with it all." And here, it must be admitted, Miss Renwick's beautiful eyes were shyly lifted to his in a most telling way. Once there, they looked squarely into the clear blue depths of his and never flinched. "It seemed to me several times at Sibley that the young officers deserved more consideration and courtesy than their captains accorded them. * - T 1 J1 ft Lt was not you aione inas i neuru ?ji. "I am profoundly gratified to learn that somebody else is a brute," he anrwered, trying to look grave, but with that irrepressible merriment twitching at the corners of his month and giving sudden gleams of his firm white teeth through the thick mustache "You are come to us just in time, Miss Renwick, and if you will let me come and tell you all my sorrows the next time the colonel pitches into me for something wrong in B company I'll give you full permission to overhaul me for everything or anything I say and do to the youngsters. Is it a bargain?" And he held out his big. firm hand. , "I think you are?very different from what I heard," was all her answer as she looked up in his eyes, twinkling as they were with fun. "Ob, we are to shake hands on it as a bargain? Is that it? Very well. then." TO BK CONTINUED. iUiSffUiuimts ilctulinfl. IN HEAL DANGER. Captain Baldwin gave me an account of an incident that happened to him in May, 1866, writes General A. A. Miles Ill 1 lie IHIIIU XllUCI IV/aiJ 1VVV1(>H. "I was stationed," said he, "at Fort Harker, Kan., in command of a company of the Thirty-seventh Infantry. Fort Harker was located on the overland stage route from Fort Riley to Denver, and after leaving Fort Harker it was unsafe for any to travel in daylight except with a good escort of troops. "On one of ray journeys of inspection I stopped about 30 miles from the fort to have a buffalo hunt, and hunted all day, but at night I was obliged to start back for the post. I left the station about 4 o'clock in the afternoon in a light snowstorm, with a tolerably fresh horse that was both strong aDd spirited. I was alone, and armed only with a small, 36-calibre pistol, depending almost entirely upon my horse to escape any danger from Indians, not anticipating danger from any other source. "I had ridden about 10 miles when it began to grow dark. My horse taking an easy trot, I was rather enjoying the ride. I had noticed previously to this time the howling of wolves, but had paid very little attention to it. As I rode along I noticed that this howling began to get closer, and at length was aroused from my reverie by the bark and howl of two or three wolves very close to me. Look ing back, l saw two coyotes ana one big prairie or Lobo wolf following close behind tne, and howling their utmost. This rather startled the horse, as you may be sure it did me. I increased my speed, but still they gained on me, aud it wasn't long before their numbers grew to a dozen or more, and the distance between them and my horse was very much lessened. "I begau to appreciate the danger, and realized for the first time that I had a weapon with which it was very doubtful whether I could defend myself against such ravenous beasts as these. I recalled the fact that just before leaving I had counted the number of rounds of ammunition I had, which was just 49. "I had left the stage route, intending to go to the post by a trail which would save me something more than five miles in distance, and as it was dark I had hopes of gaining one of the stations along the route, but was obliged to keep to the trail, trusting to my mount to take me out of what had now become a real danger. The wolves kept gaining on me until they had got within a very short distance before I fired the first shot at them, which, fortunately, disabled one of their unmber to the extent that the blood ran from him, and he begau to howl, whereupon the whole pack pounced upon him and tore him to pieces. This gave me a little start of 100 to 200 yards before they commenced following again. I tired every shot with the greatest care, and it was very seldom that I missed disabling or killing one of them. ii a c.?: J -r l ? . # Airaiu ui unug my nurse at me start, I rode very carefully. The number of the wolves increased until there were not less than from 50 to 75 af them, and they followed me for at least 20 miles, eutting my horse in the rear and flanks, often getting almost in bis front, enabling me to shoot from right to left, tiring when the animals were not four feet distant from me. Fortunately I ran through a large herd af butralo, which I think diverted a large portion of the wolves from following me. Still some of them kept after me until I got within five miles of :he post, when I had only four rounds jf ammunition left, and I felt it was accessary to make the supreme effort j to escape from them. My horse was nearly exhausted, and bleeding from the wounds of the wolves, but I put spurs to him, urging him to his utmost speed, and reached the bank of the Smoky Hill river, on the side opposite that on which the post was located, completely worn out with fatigue and excitemeut, and my horse dropped dead before I could remove the saddle. I then waded the river filled with floating ice." LIE-NEVER. Not long ago, on hoard an English steamer, four days out from Liverpool, a small boy was found hid away behind the cargo. He had neither father nor mother, brother nor sister," friend nor protector, among either passengers or crew. Who was he? Where did he come from? Where going? Only S years old, the poor little stranger, with ragged clothes, but a beautiful face, full of innocence and truth! 01 course he was carried before the first mate. "How came you to steal a passage on board this ship ?" asked the mate, sharply. "iiiy step-iamer pui me in, answered the boy. "He said he could not afford to keep me or pay my passage to Halifax, where my auut lives. I want to go to ray aunt." The mate did not believe the story. He had often enough been deceived by stowaways. Almost every ship bound to this country finds, one or two days out to sea, meu or hoys concealed among the cargo, trying to get a passage across the water without paying for it. And this is often troublesome, as well as expensive. The mate suspected some of the sailors had a hand in the little boy's escape, and he treated him pretty roughly. Day after day he was questioned about his coming, and it was always the same story? nothing less, nothing more. At last ihe mate got out of patieuce, as mates will', and seizing him by the collar, told him, unless he confessed the truth, in 10 minutes be would hang him on the yardarm. A frightful threat indeed ! Poor child, with not a friend to stand by him ! Around were the passengers and sailors of the midday watch, and before him the stern first officer, with his watch in his hand, counting tick-tick-tick of the minutes as they swiftly went. There he stood, pale and sorrowful, his head erect, tears in his eyes; but afraid??no, not a bit! > Eight minutes were already gone. "Only two minutes more to live," cried the mate. "Speak the truth and save your life, boy." "May I pray ?" asked the child, looking up into the hard man's face. The officer nodded his head; but said nothing. The brave boy then knelt down on the deck, with clasped hands and eyes raised to heaven, repeated the Lord's prayer, and then prayed the dear Lord Jesus to take him home to heaven. He could die; but lie?never! All eyes were turned toward him, and sobs broke from stern hearts. The mate could hold out no longer. He sprang to the boy, took him in his arms, kissed him and told him he believed his story, every word of it. A nobler sight never took place on a ship's deck than this?a poor, unfriended child willing to face death for truth's sake. He could die; but lie?never! God bless him ! Yes, God stands by those who stand by him. And the rest of the voyage, you may well think, he had friends enough. Nobody owned him before; everybody now was ready to do him a kindness. And everybody who reads this will be strengthened to do right, come what will, by the conduct of this dear child. NOT ASHAMED OF HIS PRINCIPLES. Bert Foster was 16, and sigued the pledge. What was more he resolved f a lrnon if vu n>vv|/ 1V? Bat Bert was well aware that iu so doing he would be subject to the sneers of his companions, which he had not the courage to bear. "I won't tell them I have signed the pledge, and maybe they will not find it out very soon," he planned to himself. "If tbey ask me to smoke or drink, I'll make some excuse and get away. I'm sure I don't need to proclaim my temperance principles in everyone's hearing," he added, as if to justify his thoughts. That very day the boys asked him to treat to cigars. Bert thought a moment. "I don't see why I can't treat; there's nothing in my pledge against that," and he ordered the cigars. Laying the money down, he turned to go, when one of the boys called out: "Here, Bert, you forgot yours ; come back and take a smoke." Bert turned, looked confused, and fo^liprl "Oh T don't care to. It made 7 me dreadfully sick the last time. You fellows enjoy yours; but I'll have to quit," and he hasteued away. "Bert Foster, what a sneak you are!" whispered a voice within as he strode towards home. "Hadn't the manliness to own your own principles?crept out by a paltry excuse that any smoker would be ashamed of! Maybe you think you are a hero because you refused to smoke ; but you are simply a moral coward. If your principles will not stand the wash of ridicule I would disown them." Bert felt that he deserved these conscience-strokes, and ackuowledged their truth. "This won't do," he reflected, "I've got to tell the boys how it is." Not long after, his companions in vited him to drink a glass of beer. . Bert's face Hushed a little as he said, "I have quit smoking and drinking. i There, boys, you've got it in a nutshell. ! You may laugh ; but it won't make a , bit of difference." And thus Bert Foster learned that principles worth having are worth owning and defending, and he also i found that the act of defending them strengthened them. And all the jeers that the boys good-humoredly heaped upon him had no effect. He stood i firm. USES OF ELECTRICITY. The Mining and Scientific Press thus . suras up the uses to which electricity , is applied : It enters into the preparaj tion of what we eat, drink and wear, ( and there are many articles of utility now produced by its aid. The resi! dents of mauy cities in the United States have their houses protected, lighted and heated by electricity. , They go to their places of business in cars run by electricty, the elevator by 1 which they reach their office in high buildings, or the machinery in their factory, is run by electricity. The bell ' which summons them to church is rung by electricity, and the church organ is played by electricity. Electricity brings the news to them from all parts of the earth, stamps their letters, automatically sounds the alarm in case of tire, rings the door bells, cooks the food and fans them while eating it. When they go to the dentist their teeth are drilled and filled by electricity, and miniature electric lamps are now constructed for the use of doctors in diugnosing diseases. The patient swallows a lighted lamp which illuminates his person so as to enable the physician to make a correct diagnosis. The barber cuts or singes the hair by means of electricity, the streets are lighted and the farm cultivated by it. By means of it we can talk to our friends 500 or 1,000 miles away, and hear their voices as distinctly as though they were in the same room. There are now some 85 electric railways in the United States, and 9,000 miles of track, employing 23,000 cars. Odd Emigration Movements.? Quite a number of odd emigration i movements in the West are now under way. A considerable party of people who years ago settled in Nebraska are , on the move to Georgia this fall; Kansas people are moviug to Nebraska; Dakota folk are moving to Kansas, and a great mauy Norwegians are moving from Minnesota to the Canadian Northwest. Twenty-five Norwegian emigrants started from Crookston, Minn., last Sunday for a settlement near Vancouver, founded a year or so ago, called New Norway. The mitrrafion of farmers across the interna o* ? ? ? tional boundary is pretty constant. Manitobands come over into Minnesota and the Dakotas, and discontented folk from these States move over into Manitoba. The moral of all this probably is that no place is everybody's El Dorado, no matter what land boomers and real estate agents claim for their > particular localities. Mary Ann's Turn.?A lady, attending a small church in a rural district, tells an amusing story of the manner in which the musical services were conducted. The music attempted by the choir was of a florid and pi cicuuuus uiiaiauvci, auu t*itu^iuu beyond the abilities of ambitious singers. The relation between the pastor and the congregation was evidently of the simplest and most unaffected nature. In one of the selections there occurred a long and showy soprano solo, in cheap imitation of the Italian style. The young woman who attempted it sang gayly on till the clergyman evidently thought she had enjoyed her fair share of attention and glory. Accordingly he raised his hand as a signal, and the music ceased. "Let that young woman with the red feather have done singing, and let Mary Ann Quilty siug the rest. It is Mary Ann's turn now." All Words Fly Far.?A minister who lived more than 300years ago was anxious to show a lady in his congregation the evil of slandering others. So he asked her to do a very strange thing: to go to the market, buy a chicken just killed and still coverd with feathers, and walk a certaiu distance, plucking the bird as she went. The lady did as she was directed, and returned, anxious to know the meaning of the injunction. "Retrace your steps," said the minister, "and gather up, one by one, all the feathers you have scattered." "I cast the feathers carelessly away," said the woman, "and the wind carried them iu all directions." "Well, my daughter," the minister ".V 1 replied, "so it is witn your worus 01 slander; like the feathers which the wind has scattered, they have been wafted in many directions. Call them back now if you can. Go, sin n more." JSTA boy's failure! how sad it is: Unfaithfulness, dishonesty, falsehood! how they blight a young life ; how like the houghs of a dead tree they have to be cut away and the boy has to commence again?to begin from the root! Boys, O boys! be faithful, trustful, honest, when you are boys. Don't have to cut away the bright days of boyhood as so much dead wood ; don't commeuce life with the bitter draught I of repentance.