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"HE IS RISEN." I Very early n> the morning, Ere the light shone In the eari. Ere the itars announced the dawning Of the day?at God's behest; Early to the tomb of Jesus Came tho loving watchers near; Bat two shining ones approached them, Savins, "Jesus is not here!" >He Is risen!"?Lord of glory! "He is risen!"?earth to bless! Risen with the wings of hcttUng, Risen?Lord of righteousness! Vanquished now are sin and satan! Conquered, man's last cruel foe! Christ hath Death's strong fortress token, That the world his peace may know. Peace which passe th understanding; Peace that earth takes not away; Peace within the soul abiding, Ruling all with gentle sway. Strength by which to battle daily With the powers of hell and sin; Graco to conquer In th? conflict, II his kingdom wo would win. Julia H. Pobteb. AN EASTER CARD. "What can a girl do in our day?" exclaimed Agnes Clement, petulantly. Tho speaker rested her elbows on the table and gazed at the lamp. Opposite was sister Anne, calm, matronly, self-satisfied, mending baby's pinafore. "Plenty of occupation may be found in your profession, if yon would seek it," replied sister Anne, biting off her thread and form ing a new knot "Fainting china, designing wood cuts, even coloring photographs." Aynng raised her head with flashing eyes. "Oh, why do you not add taking in wash ing, or .icrubbing down the stairs?" she cried, with scorn and anger. "That is the difficulty," continued sister Anne, with unruffled composure. "You are impatient and -despise the begiiining. One cannot spring into a full-fledged artist at oiw bound. Pray bow did : the great European artists commence, about whom you are so fond of reading? Very modestly, I promise you." Agnes made no immediate response. In stead, she ruffled her blonde hair with her bands, and stared moodily at the lamp. Tho room was plain, and the noise of the street below was audible in the tinkling of a car bell and the rattle of carts on the pavement Located on one of the wide business avenues of the city of New York, this modest home of a clerk with a slender salary held dis similar elements umted by close relationship. "I could not obtain any of the work you propose, if I tried," resumed tho young artist "There are moro applicants than labor in all fields and in every land." "True," sighed sister. Anne, mindful that a week of illness would replace her husband at the store by a dozen eager competitors in need of bread. A key was inserted in a neighboring door, and the object of her solicitude entered, bring ing a keen gust of winter air with him. The husband of sister Anne was a brisk little - man, with shrewd blue eyes, flaxen hair and . a spot of red on either cheek bono. Hagreeted his family cheerfully, while unwinding a silk handkerchief from his throat "I've got something for you In my pocket, Aggy," he said to his sister-in-law. "The very thing for you." Sho looked at him with a faint smile. "Yes; I came on it quite by accident I may say?riding up town in the car," he pur sued, with animation. Then he unfolded a newspaper and placed his finger on a para graph. The trio read together the following advertisement: PREMIUM offered of $100 for best design cf Easter card for tho approaching season. Competitors are reqaes'tod to present their applications to Lxm> a Co. Sister Anne read over the shoulder of her husband "What a ohance for you, Agnes I" she said. "I am confident you would win the prize. One hundred dollars, too!" :,Long & Co. are the great lithographers, you lmow," supplemented the husband. "I saw it; by the merest chance in a column of advertisements. Nothing like reading the papers." Agues studied th*? paragraph and made no comment She grew palo and her eyes darkened ominously. One would have in ferred that she had received some affront but restrained her indignation. Finally nha roso and took the journal in her hand "Thank you, and good night," ehe said dryly. "Is she offended?" demanded the little man puzzled. "She is very silly," said sister Anne, rather tartly, as she poured a cup of tea for him. Agues went to her 'room, locked the door, knelt; besido tho bed and burst into tears. A prize given by a lithographer was offered to her competition. She had dreamed of fame and artistic excellence. Instead of tho mountain peak where she had longed to plant her standard, the slough of the vallpy of poverty was destined to engulf her. Oh, the scorching tears of discouragement and humiliation which fell from her eyes! At length she rose and lighted the gas jet in order to again read the detested advertise ment Her room was cold and bare, par taking of the characteristics of a studio rather than tho abode of a woman. In one corner the Iron bedstead was concealed by a screen, with a tiny mirror suspended near it; opposite, a stove reached with its rusty pipe to a shelf holding several plaster busts. The windows opened on a glass covered piazza, the sanctuary of the easel. Here tho artist indulged in reveries, or wrought with pencil and brush, forgetful of all else, and oblivious of the vicinity of a laundress, who employed tho next glasMOvared piazza for the purpose of clrying linen?a practical industry, which brought in far more satisfactory returns, in payment, than did the color box of Agnes Clement. The latter sought the spot now, and seated herself on the sole chair it boasted, mechanically. A large canvas was propped against the wall, representing a life sizo "Beatrice in Paradise" beckoning to a shf.dowy Dante. Agnes had concentrated the labor, ambition and hopes of a year's ap plication in this bold attempt, had entered tho lists valiantly for exhibition in the Na tional Academy of Design and suffered the cruel blow of rejection. Beyond was an "Ophelia" with yellow hair, who had shared a similar fate the previous year. These lovely heroines languished in tho obscurity of the glass piazza without ever having met the approving smile of an appreciative public. Oh, the cold selfishness of the world, ai;d the wilful blindness of hanging com mittees and art critics! For tho first time Agnes found the smile of Beatrice insipid and her gaze vacant A doubt chilled her heart. Luckily sho turned the picture to tho wall, and sought the casement, gazing forth into tho night rather than longer contemplate her own work. The piazza, located in the rear of the noisy nvenue, overlooked tho houses of the next street These residences were aristocratic in proportion as their neighbors were humble. A high brick wall, bordered by a vine of wistaria, inclosed-stablo and garden of tho mansion opposite, while brilliant lights with in revealed a conservatory to the observer. Tho light came through curtains of silk and lace in a more remote drawing room, where the chandelier was visible, like a great golden cone, and slanted across the conservatory, resting here on a frond of quivering ferns and there on a mass of gorgeous blossoms. At tho same time the rippling melody of a piano, touched by a skillful hand, reached the ear f this lenely spectator, who looked down on all this luxury, gayety and lite, not so I -:?'-^v-- ?~ much trttSt "arsting oi'vary as'a crtu?ifng, -overwhelming sense in* perr?nalfallure., ? The night was'clcar; stars sporkliad in - tho sky above, and* the radiance of a full moon, began to ?luri?nate the city roofs. 1 A girl entered the conservatory, ap proached a sash and opened it, leaning out to discover the moon. She ?wore a pink dress, with soft white lace on neck and arms; a jewel flashed in her hair. Turning aside from the window her sleeve caught in the branch of a flowering plant She overturned it and it fell outside the window with a crash cf brofien pottery. Tho girl uttered a little c ry of dismay, glanced down on the* wreck she had occasioned a moment, then withdrew ner head and closed the sash. The plant, an jffshoot of the conservatory's wealth of bloom and fragrance, remained on the ledge where it had fallen. Now the silk curtains separated, and a gen tlcman joined her. Ho was a tall and slender young man in evening dress, with a flower in his button-hole. "There is one for whom life-is fortunate," mused the artist. "How readily I can picture him attaining maturity, smiling and good humored, and growing old in that charming home, surrounded by friends!" The girl had clasped her hands on tho young man's arm, and gazed up into his face. He responded to this thoughtful scrutiny by touching her hair lightly, caressingly with his lips, and then speaking with a careless laugh: "Well, I have consented to go to Minnesota for the winter, May. Such nonsense as it is. I should prefer Paris or Italy. A mere trifle of a cough, and all the doctors looking so wise and glum. They rejoice to secure a 'case,' I suppose." May disengaged her hands from his arm and plucked a camelin. Her face was as un troubled as his own. "I shall return in the spring for our wed ding, dearest," he continued. "What a weather-roughened giant you will have for a bridegroom!" "Henry, take me with you," she pleaded, softly. "j)o not go awa}- all alone, dear. Lot us b? married to-morrow." "Without the Worth trousseau, ma mig nonne, and a great reception?" he questioned, half mockingly. ' You should be gallant, and say something about beauty unadorned," said May, tossing the camelin. at him. Then the brilliant eyes of the young man clouded, the rich color in his cheek paled with the emotion which made his Ups tremble. "My noble girl! My good Uttle wife The whispered, folding her olosely iri his embrace. Agnes Clement witnessed this scene without | divining all its significance, and a tender smile dawned on her own face. The homely devotion of Sister Anne to her husband in her cabbage scented dominions did not touch her. Tht mooting of the two young people in tho con servatory moved her proformdly. Was not her artistic taste gratified by their beauty, the light shed through the silk curtains be hind them, the rosy shimmer of the girl's draperies, and the shadow of exotic plants meeting above their heads? Sho remained t h .to motionless long after the pair had dis appeared, her eyes fixed on the fallen plant, which st?l rested on the ledge. The stone work blanched, In contrast, tho dePcnte whito blossoms to snow, and the moonbeams touched each petal with a silvery luster. The plant had been cast out into ti c frosty night, to die and be forgotten in the cold purity of the moonlight and beneath the cruel brilliancy of the distant stars. If sho could have rescued it from such a death, she would have done so; but she was powerless to avert evil. Slowly she returned to her room, extinguished the light, and sought forgetfulness in sleep. Tho journal containing the advertisement of Lang & Co. remained on the floor where she had thrown it down at an earlier hour. Next morning her first thought was of the neglected plant Had it survived the night? What had beco.neof it?" She hastened to see. The conservatory sparkled in tho morning h'ght, and tho plant remained on the cornice ledge. Yes, it had perished during the night. Already tho leaves were shriveled and black ened, tho spray of blossoms drooped wan and ghostly in the dawn, retaining the rose tints of a shell. As Agnes looked at it, tho early simshino, which smote the sparkling colors from the glass dome, like the prism of a crys tad, also touched the dead flowers with warm, golden rays. Thus the flower soul might be absorbed in sunshino and wafted on, she thought Suddenly the artist put hor hand to her forehead, as if preoccupied with thought, her eyes dilated, and a smile imparted a warm glow to her usually palo face. At breakfast sho was silent, replying vaguely to the conversation of her brother in-law. Afterward she went out, and was absent two hours. Returning, she shut herself in the studio, and spread about her recent purchases?sheets of paper, new brushes and a box of water colors. Then she began to work, and as she worked a soft, crooning song welled up to her lips unconsciously. One Saturday evening, when tho little clerk had returned homo at an early hour and was warming his feet luxuriously in slip pers before the fire, he was surprised by the hasty entrance of Agnes Her face was ani mated, and ahe held a sheet of paper in her hand. "Humphrey, I have decided to compete for the prize of the Easter card," she said, quietly. ?Teil mo if you like my design." Husband and wife hastened to inspect the proffered sketch. They saw an uprooted plant caught on a stone parapet, tho blossoms stiU tinged with rose even in death. Above slanted a showor of golden sunbeams, and on this luminous pathway wero inscribed tho words: "I am tho Rcirarrectlon And thr> Lite." "Surely you have never done any work like this, dear," said sister Anne, kissing the artist affectionately. "I know you consider rne no judge of art, but it reminds mo of the s$odlM"you used to m?ke when, at home. lJo yjiju rtinember ^.Jhering the; leaves and wild flowers in the hedges, and painting them juit ^yd!^eJ^Bfen-in your loff'haad?" M ? "I burned-'all that rubbish when fbegan life seriously," replied Agnes, with a curling lip. "Flowor painting is all very well for school girls." Humphrey continued to study the design attentively. 'T suppose, the. uprooted plant signifies tho human body after death, and the sunshine, Christ in resurrection. The flower will bloom again," ho'said slowly. "Yes," replied Agnes. Then she added in a musing tone, unmindful that her compan ions would not understand her words; "It is the sole commemoration of the poor plant <;ast out in the cold. Nobody else missed it! The conservator}- is so fulL" "You'll win tho prize," affirmed sister Anne, tho practical. "If I do, I shall buy baby a new cap and muff," said Agnes merrily. A month later the little clerk brought home a letter. "I was tempted to open It, because it bears the stamp of Lang & Co.," he said. Agnes took the missive; her fingers trem bled, and tho color rushed to her cheeks. "Accepted," she said, after a pause. "We were sure of it." responded sister Anno and Humphrey in unison. On Easter eve the snow of a late and severe winter still lingered about a little town of the far west, noted for the purity of a dry at mosphere. The young wife, May Hartwell, put asjde the book she had been reading aloud,"ftff her listener had fallen asleep. Her fair face was unclouded by anxiety or trouble. She tailed as she looked at her husband. She had de veloped the qualities of good wife and nurse, thus tested by experience, although her patient gave her little trouble, except to amuse him. Suffering had not marred him; no painful cough racked his frame. He. was fatigued, listless, and preferred the sofa where he rested while making plans for the future. Now ho slept, with thp light touching hi* graceful head, the rich colors of his dressing gown, and the gray fur of tho rug spread over him. Certainly he was a trifle delicate, and it was wise to cure symptoms of -?lness in time. Had she not added her solicitations to those of his family by hastening her mar riage in order to take care of him? She left her seat and went out noiselssly. It was the hour when letters were distributed in tho hotel; at the stairway sho paused and looked down into tho lower hall. Half an hour earlier tho doctor?a cheerful presence in the lives of tho two young strangers?had called, bringing with him a friend, quite by accident, as he happened to bo in town, This friend, an older physician, had conversed chiefly with May, and about the east. Sha now perceived the latter standing beside the great stove in the hall, warming his hancb, and while she hesitated about descending tho staircase in consequence, ho was joined by the other physician. The illness of the land lord's baby explained their detention in the house. . "Well, what do you think of the young man above stairs?" inquired tho resident doc tor, in a low tone. ? "Quick consumption, as you say. He may last a fortnight, and he may be gone to morrow," was the grave response. May drew back, shocked and grieved, and returned to her rooms. Who was the young man above stairs? She did not know. To morrow she would ask the kind doctor about him. Perhaps he was poor and alone. Harry still slept, and she resumed her seat'Then, with her chin resting in her hand, sha suffered thought to bear her back to her distant homo. The clock struck eleven. Decidedly her in valid should be in bed, but she was reluctant to disturb his refreshing slumber^ taftfesho rested her dimpled chin in her palm; nor own eyelids closed. A sensation of cold and fear awakened her. "Harry 1 where are you, dear?" she said, be wildered by sleep and fright The lamp was burning low; the clock struck one; and the luminous whiteness of the out side world, where all nature was veiled -'n snow, invaded the silent room. May ap proached tho sofa. Harry still slept His face was pale and his features appeared sharper, pinched, as if the cold of tho night had chilled them Midnight had sounded, and it was already Easter day. May knob Deside tho couch and softly chorea tno com band as a gentle means of awakening him. Then he opened his eyes and looked at her. There was something so profound, steadfast and strange in this gaze that her heart ceased to beat; words of endearment remained frozen on her lips. Suddenly an awful change swept over the young man's face; terror dilated his beautiful dark eyes; a quivering light irradi ated his pinched features. "May," ho gasped, threw his aims about her neck, and leaned his head on her shoul der. Silence succeeded. Tho lamp waned; tho whito arctic light invaded more boldly tho chamber. What had happened? What dreaded presence and power was here? The head on May's shouldor became heavy, inert; her lover, bridegroom,'husband?was dead. A lifetime of anguish may be compressed into twenty-four hours. Thus tho' young wife occasioned more anxiety to those about her than her dead in tho days following that awful Easter morning. She demanded of the kind doctor, with haggard eyes, if tho young man above stairs had been her own husband, and ho endeavored to soothe with out understanding her. She besought the in animate clay to forgive h?r for keeping. "I did not know wo should havo only a few moments more together before our life would end," she moaned. Then she demanded quickly of her companions, tho earth, the sky: "Where has he gone? How shall I ever find him again?" Words of consolation and resignation fell on deaf ears. The landlady and tho women wept in helpless sympathy, but Ma}- shed no tears. She sat beside her dead with clasped hands, speechless, her faco of the samo blue pallor as tho marble faro on the pillow. Tho landlady detained tho doctor outside tho door. "She has not slept or tasted food for twenty-four hours," she whispered. "Her brain will turn. The shock was too great for her, and sho has the look of a mad woman already." The doctor held a letter. An idea came to him. Tho letter had just arrived by the post, and could not concern the recent bereave ment He entered the chamber of death, ai> proached May and presented the letter, say ing, in natural tones: "This letter has just come. You \rill be kind enough to open it" Surprised, she raised her head, received and mechanically tore open the envelope. An Easter card was disclosed. An uprooted plant drooped on a stone parapet with rays of fnmsMne slanting" down-in ? golden t?3? and in the rays these words were traced:-' "I am the Resurrection 0i Andthe^IJfo,"^. . ;?' "May* read the card' and turned it over* In her hand. The doctor paused behind her; the landlady stood in the doorway. Then a sound became audible in the room, a tumul tuous sobbing, and the widow fell on her knees, clasping one of the dead hands and covering it with tears and kisses. "I am tho Resurrection and the Life," she re peated tremulously. "Oh, beloved, I shall find you again!" The Easter card had fallen on the floor. Tho doctor raised it and placed it on the foot of the bed. When the winter of another year brought its snows and clear, star-lit nights, Agnes Clement still wrought in her studio, the glass covered piazza. The place was changed. Flowers now bloomed everywhere, with the difference between the piazza and tho conser vatory that the artist had painted thorn Roses swayed lightly on their stalks in the sketches on the wall; violets and daisies were scattered in profusion over boxes and fans; fairies peeped from blossom* on orna mented cards; portrait heads smiled from tho center of dishes garlanded in ivy and ferns. A glance into the domain of sister Anna would also have revealed little additional luxuries and comforts unattainable with tho modedt salary of Humphrey. Agnes had learned to love her task, and dealt tenderly with the flowers, hence her success. Occa sionally ?her attention strayed to a distant corner, consecrated to "Beatrice in Paradise" and ' Ophelia," and at such moments she sighed. (Jpposite, tho superb conservatory still bloomed in the sunshine, and here appeared occasionally a palo young lady m deep mourning, whose grave face seemed to have forgotten how to smile. Tho artist recog nized her as the girl in the pink dress and jewels, and associated hor garb with tho ab sence of the brilliant young man. That was alL Between them was a gulf, and thought did not span it. Had Agnes penetrated the spacious mansion of her neighbor she would have seen in May's chamber, placed where her eyes beheld it as the first object in awakening, an Easter card, framed in ebony and veiled! with crape. "We are all so inter twined that the same wave beats on every ahore." Virginia W. Johnson. OUR LIFE. Toll nil tho world the Lord U risen? Tho Easier messago, over new; The grare Is but a rained prison? Invisible, the Ute breaks through. Earth cannot long ensepulchcr In her dark depths the tiniest sood; When U ro begins to throb and stir, Tho bonds of death are weak Indeed, No clods Us upwards coureo detor; Calmly it makes its path to-day; One germ of life In mtghUor Than a whole universe of clay. Vet not o&o leaf blade was stirred. BursUng earth's wintry dungeons dim, But lived tk his creative word', RcsponslTO to tho lifo In him. Since, then, the lifo that bo bestows, Thus triumphs over death and earth: What power of earth or daath can closo Tho fountain whonce all Ufa has birth? And as the lost upbringing grain Breathes etlll the resurrection song, That light tho victory shall gain, That death is woak, and life Is strong. po with Immortal rigor rife, Tho lowliest Uf j (hat faith has freed. Bears witness si.111 that Christ is life, And that the life 11 risen indeed. Elizabeth Ciuaxjcs. so weary Und been tho strew and strife, So chafing the trlnli pant; And now. like n loo-en-d bark, Ids lifo Was drifting away nt They hnd not tho heart to ?lgn.il him, With even a touch or tone. As out to the sea, unknown and dim, llioy watched as he went alone. They know that tho pilot who held tho holm Would guido to tho furthest verge. Nor suffer a fear to overwhelm, Nor suffer a wave to niergo. And so, as they sat with hushing breath, Too burdened, too awed to speak. Thoro burst on the silont room of death A child, with a flushing cheek. ?"Ah, seel" she said, It is sweet and bright. And brimmed to the edge with dew. It hurried to open its leaves last night. To be ready in time for you." She knew not, tho darling, what sho did, As her childish thought she told: Nor what was the mystic meaning hid In that dellcnto cup of gold. For over the greening April land Had broken tli? Kanter hour. And tliu llower she laid In tho dying hand Was a Renurreetlon Flower. y.uioA?CT J. PnESTor*. ["Tho Resurrection Flower" is tho Virginia name for the Daffodil, or Easter flower.] A Pig DRY GOODS ATEW -XT Q K K ? TORE, ?\ E W I ORK O T 0 R E. We are now prepared to present to the public the most complete Stock of SPRING AND SUMMER GOODS, SPRING AND SUMMER GOODS Ever opened in the city, and at the lowest CLOTHING, BOOTfc, SHOES, UATS, CAPS, &c, &C. 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