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acure* W?TC??AN. rfMWhiwi April, i s so. **Be Just and Fear not-Let all the Ends thou Aims't at, be thy Country's, thy God's and Truth's TDK TRUSS SOTJTBKON, Established June, 12fc#5 Consolidated Aa?. 2, ISSI.] SUMTER. S. C., WEDNESDAY, JUNE 10, 1891. New Series-Toi. X. No. 45. MbSifetd ?ttrr w^daeadar, BT N? ?K TOTEEN, SUMTER, S. C. HIM: Two Vothrs per uoam-in advance. A?TliTUIMlIT|. REMOVAL --AND NEW MODS. * To accommodate my largely increased and increasing busi? ness, I haye removed to the handsome and commodious new Bric4(Store next to John Reid's, opposite my old stand, where I can now be found with a stock of DIAMONDS, Watches, Clocks, Jewelry, S?ver and Plated Ware, SPECTACLES, &c. surpassing in brilliancy, extent and variety any stock of the kind ever shown in this city, with daily additions of new at 'ons. Ttaf?og my friends and the public geaeraliy for the very liberal patronage bojtowed OB seat my old stand, I hope to merit * ooo ti munee of the flame, and I hereby extend to all a oordial iorita ?OB lo poy me a visit at my no? ?rand, where, with a larger stock and increased finalities in every way i am better pre* pared tfean ever to oater to their wants. Don't forget the place, . REID'S BLOCK, MAIN ST., StJMTER, S. C. Yous, anxious to please, L W. FOLSOM. Evervthsag ta the Hne of repairing done as Oct 8 H. A. HOYT. Successor to C L HOYT * BRO. Gel? asd S?rer Watches, FmSD??^DS. V, Spectacles, BRITANIA SILVERWARE; ftc. A SPECIALTY. Pei,! IVs easy enough -the Ball corset. That s be? cause it has coils of fine wire springs in the sides. . They clasp the figure closely, but yield to every motion. They "give", but they come back. So does your money -if you've worn a Ball cor? set two or three weeks, and find that you don't like it. J.?YTTEWBERG St. SONS. HUMAN A LEINSTER. CONTRACTORS AND BUILDERS. SUMTER, & 0. WLL ?ARE BIDS- ON ANY WORK in City or Coautj, ?od will do all work with despatch ?nd io best of work? manship. Calls bj mail or otherwise responded to pfomytfry Ca? be fou od at present at build? ings on Weft end O? ?*tbonn Street. K. H. HOLMAN, ?foT. 36-? Ch F. LKMASTER. NOTICE. WINTHROP TRAINING SCHOOL for teachers, Columbia, S. C. Thorough fcc?mal iostrectioo and pr-ctice io best meth? ods of teaching. Open to girls over 18 years vii. Graduates are eoti Jed to teach in the schools of Sooth Carolin* *s first grade teach? ers. They readily secare positions in this sod other States. Each County is given two sciiolarsbipe-one hy the State, worth $150 : aol oas byitheScbool, worth $30. Compet? itive ex?aria?rion for these scholarships will ie held in each County, Thursday, July 2. Adir?s* D. B JOHNSON, Sa perin tend? t, Colombia, S C. ffflSsTttlE FIXTURES. TaSfiri CO., NASHVILLE JENN. THE SIMONOS NATIONAL BANK. OF SUMTER. STATE, CITY AND COUNTY DEPOSI? TORY, SUMTER, S. C. Paid up Capital.$75,000 00 Surplus Fund. 9,250 00 Transacts a General Bankin? Business. Careful attention given to collections. SAYINGS DEPARTMENT." Deposits of $1 and upwards received. In? terest allowed at the rate of 4 per cent, per annum. Payable quarterly, on first days of January. April. July and October. R. M. WALLACB, Vice President. L. S. CABSOV, Aug. 7 Cashier. _ fill off SUM, SUMTER, S C. CITY AND COUNTY DEPOSITORY. Transacts a general Banking business. Also hos A Savings Bank Department Deposits of $1.00 and upwards received. Interest calculated at tbe rate of 4 per cent, per annum, payable quarterly. W.F.B. HAYNS WORTH, A. WHIT*, JB., President. Cashier. Aug 21. This popular remedy never fails to effectually car? Dyspepsia, Constipation, Sick Headache, Biliousness And all diseases arising- from a Torpid Liver and Bad Digestion. The natur si result is seed appetite and solid flesh. 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I ALVA SOLOMONS, DENTIST. Office OVER BROWNS k PURDY'S STORE. Entrance on Blain Street, Between Browns & Purdy and Durant & Son. OFFICE HOURS: 9 to 1.30; 2 to 5 o'clock. Sumter, S. C , April 29. Ot. W. BICE, D. D. S. Office over Begin's New Store, ?BRAVOS OS MAIM ST RS ET SUMTER, S. C. Office Hoare.-? to 1:30 ; 2:30 to 5. Sent 8 Dr. T. W. BOOKHABT* DENTAL SURGEON. Office over Bultman A Bro.'s Shoe Store. ENTRANCE ON MAIN STREET. SUMTER, S. C. Office Hours-9 to 1:30 ; 2:30 to 5. ?pril.H--o . FOB SALE, CHEAP. SEVERAL FINE BUILDING LOTS ON Calhoun and Republican Streets, near ny residence and residence of Capt. John Reid. A rare chance to bay a home. Lots all high and dry and very desirable. Terms easy. Immediate possession given. For full particulars call on, or address D. J. WINN. Somterr S. C., Nov> 26, 1890._ WRIGHT'S HOTEL, COLUMBIA, S. C. TH18 NEW AND ELEGANT HOUSE with ail modern improvements, is nov >pen for the reception of guests. ?. L. WRIGHT A SON, Pronrietors. SASH'S BONE CUTTER FOR Poultry Food! Pat. Aug. 20, '89. Ie Warrant This machine to cut Dry or Green Bones Meat,Gristle and all bj hand power, without clog or diffi? culty, or MONEY REFUNDED. We make 2 sizes of power machines and 5 styles of hand machines. Send stamp for Catalogue to F. W. Mann, Manufacturer, MILFORD, MA88. One of these machines is in use by Mr. W. B. Murray, who can testify as to its merits. Feb 18 x_ Are You Interested? Are you suffering with any of the following symptoms: Loss of, or irregular appetite, loss of flesh, a feeling of fulness or weight in tbe stomach, acidly, flatulence, a dui! pain with a sensation of heaviness in the head, giddiness, constipation, derangement of kid? neys, heart trouble, nervousness, sleepless? ness, etc. Dr. Hoi t's Dyspeptic Elixir will cure you. W. A. Wright, the Comptroller General of Georgia, says, three bottles cured him after baring tried almost everything else. Judge R. F, Islar, Macon, Ga., says, Holt's Elixir accomplished what all other remedies failed to do, a perfect cure. J. E. Paullio, Ft. Gaines, Ga., writes : "I bave 00 hesitancy in recommending it, as it sured me of dyspepsia. For any fuither information inquire of rour druggist. For sale by all druggists. By AUGUSTA LABNED. [Copyright, 1S91, by American Press Associa? tion.] [CONTINUED.! CHAPTER UL " You see I have hunted you doum." The young peopio returned to the Ashley mansion to find that Celestina had been removed by: tho doctor's order to the Littlefield hospital, and there was good hopo of her recovery. They seemed to have grown quite intimate in this ?alf hour of intercourse. Fanny Ashley had frank, winning manners. "How strange it seems," she said to Edith, "that we do not even know your name, xnd yodare probably unacquainted with mrs. I am Fanny Ashley, and this is my brother Harold. - As our acquaint? ance has begun so romantically, I am sure it ought to continue. I do hope you will let me come nnd see you." "But I am a stranger in Littlefield, Miss Ashley, and shall remain only a few weeks, or months." "So much the more reason why I should see you as often as possible while youjdo remain." . Edith looked embarrassed. She thrust out her shabby shoe from under the skirt of herold gown. The sight of that shoejmd of her ragged gloves ought to have told Miss Ashley the acquaintance she sought was impossible. "I live in a part of Littlefield you may not know anything about-Ford's alley, near the railway. I lodge there with Mrs. North up. If you cared to call of course I shall be pleased. My name is Edith March." "Ford's alley?" and Fanny looked at her brother Harry. "Of course," said he, with alacrity. "It is that little place off Grove street, running down to the station. The Northups live in the house with the pretty garden. I knew North up, conductor on the Appledale line, and a right good fellow." Fanny opened her eyes with a grav3 look of surprise. Where on earth had Har? ry picked up all this information about the Northups? Edith managed to escape rather abruptly, although she saw in Harry Ashley's eyes that ho had intend? ed: to offer her his escort as far as the town. It was late twilight when Edith reached home, and she felt too nervons and excited to set to work as usual in the evening hours. Sho remained a long time in tho dark wivtching the stars come out in the sky through her high window and living over the strange events of the afternoon. Poor old Celes? tina's book of poetry lay in her lap, and she touched it with a sense of pity. She had planned to go to the Littlefield hos? pital and inquire after the sick woman the first thing in the morning. Then her thoughts turned to young Ashley and his sister, whom she could not but like for these frank kindnesses. She laughed to herself when she recalled the little fib she had written that morning to her brother Willard about the supe? rior, excellence of Littlefield society. A few hours had made all the difference. From utter loneliness she had leaped into the best Litttefield set. Tho Ashleys certainly were at the top of the tree. And had not Miss Ashley asked permis? sion toonil? "Edith March," young Ashley kept re? peating over to himself as he restlessly wandered from the veranda to the ball and from the hall to the library. Where had he heard the name?. It seemed to haunt him. He went over to a pilo of magazines on the library table, and se? lecting one by chance opened at the ta? ble of contents. "By Jove, here it is. Fanny," and he dashed into the drawing room with the book in his hand. "She is literary, and here is one of her stories.** "Of whom, pray, are you talking. Harold?" "Why of that girl, of course, who found the old party up in the woods-Miss March. The name has been haunting me ever 6mce I heard it And do you know I recall now a letter I had yester? day from Stevens, who is up at Tainerack Camp with a young geologist named March. He says he is a capital fellow, and has a sister who writes. Of course it must be the same." "Why, Harr}-," said Miss Trevor, smil? ing up at him from her reclining chair, "you look as if you had fonnd a gold mine." . Edith had been un three hours labor? ing at her story in the dewy f rechuess of the morning when a smart dog cart with a groom on the back seat and a high stepping horse driven by Mr. Harry Ash? ley entered Ford's alley at a lively pao? and stopped at Mrs. Northup's door. The good woman, when she answered the summons, was electrified to find a smil? ing young man on the doorstep who in? quired if Miss March lived there, and de? livered to lier a dainty billet, intimating that he would wait for an answer. She came panting up the steps to Edith's room with Margery clinging to her gown. Edith took the note abstractedly, an? noyed to be interrupted in her work, but when she had opened it and read her face colored with blissful emotion. It was en invitation from Fanny Ashley to join a yachting party on tho river for Thursday. "Mr. Ashley 6aid a verbal message would answer," the landlady remarked, fairly bursting with curiosity to know why the Ashleys should bo running after Miss March. "Tell him, please, 1 accept with pleas? ure," said E?lith, pink and smiling with unexpected happiness. Why should she deny herself a holiday-just this one? "She accepts with pleasure," said Mrs. Northup to herself, as sb? went down stairs, Margery's light step.* pattering behind. "Well, I never did seo the t>eat of that The girl is a witch. And how did sho get in with them Ashleys, the proudest, stiffest, uppercrust folks in Lit tlefieldr There was no more writing possible for Edith that day. Sho sat au? i dreamed for an hour with Fanny Ashley's per? fumed note in her hand, while the yellow jacket plastered his clay house on tho beam over her head. Her own story was foo absorbing ia allow her go on weaving fictitious webs. Som thing so new and delightful had con into her life she felt obliged to give he self np to the luxury of her sensation Then she awoke to the fact that she hi no clothes wherein to appear before faa] ionable people. Her old garments seerne to rise up and shame her. She had toi her only possible gown the day si brought Celestina Rivers through tl brambles, and it seemed out of the pow* of thread and needle to darn that "tra door** iu the skirt so as to remove tl reproach. But she bad promised to ? on the yachting party, and her heart bes quick and fast at the thought Ti writing table was poshed against tl wall, and the remainder of the long da was spent in repairing her wardrob for Edith was as quick with her need] as her poa when she set herself to tl k*The accusing trap door darn we neatly hidden under the fold of th gown, the cracked boots were mende an?? renewed with liquid blacking, th old gloves were deftly repaired, and th long slits in her black lace sash draw np with cunning art Some new trin ming for the old hat was even discovere at the bottom of the box,j??. crumple feather, that recurled by aid of a skil ful penknife looked almost as good a new, and with the work of her quio fingers was blended many happy girlis dreams. It was almost dark befor Edith had finished furbishing, brnshin and dusting, and then she had only jus time to run over to the hospital and in quire after Miss Rivers. The old lad; was much better, had come back to con sciousness, and asked in a feeble voie? after lier young rescuer. She had als expressed solicitude in regard to her MS volume of poems. Edith wont to be< delightfully dreamy, as if sh? had eatei hasheesh, only to see her hopes of li tenir fame melt and fuse in a warm indefinit vision of lnxnrious happiness. She awoke next morning under th< spell to note a flock of purple cionds ii the sky, a rosy light over the tree top and the sparkle of dew on the plants an< flowers in Mrs. Northup's little garden She dressed herself, with the influence o: the dewy; star gemmed dawn still hang ing about lier. She w;is still young ao< believed in miracles. It waa two hours later when Mrs. Northup saw her lodgei drive away in the Ashleys* carriage, witt the smart coachman in livery on the box "Bless me," said she to herself, 'if she don't look like a queen, and the girl has got a face and ?gger that outshines ali the Ashleys put together, aristocrati though they be." It would be impossible to describe Edith's day on the y:icht Indeed, the girl never quite grasped it herself. She seemed to be floating along grassy and flowery banks, through enchanted isl? ands, ever becoming more and more in? timate with the Ashleys, especially Har? old, who sat beside her talking the most delicious nonsense when she was not tell ing him about Willie, praising her broth? er's scholarship and his wonderful genius in a waj* that made her blush for shame when she recalled it later. But Harold took pains to draw her out, and seemed deeply interested in the poor boy, and she had been led on, she knew not how, to confide to this yoong ma almost a stranger, her dearest hope about her adored brother, her only near relative. Then everybody was so kind, exactly as if the little f ete, had beeu made in her honor. They dined on a pretty wooded island, carpeted with ferns, and Mi6s Trevor wtis brought off the yacht and arranged with rugs and pillows that site might enjoy the feast without injury to her health. Tho scene was perfectly idyllic under the trees, and the manners of this family toward each other were so beautiful and cour? teous that Edith's young imaginative head was quite turned. She remembered wandering round the island a long time with Harold in such a state of bliss that never for a moment had she thought of her shabby clothes. It was a species of intoxication from an unwonted draught of pleasure as heady .'is new wino, and in this unreal state of enchantment she had forgotten ber long days of labor and hardship, lier garret chamber and her neglected story. Soe returned home in the twilight and found Mrs. Northup on the front doorstep enjoying the cool of the day, while Margery skipped about among- the flower beds and chased a great brown moth. Mrs. Northup no? ticed tho large, live look in Edith's eyes and her air of suppressed, joyous excite? ment "I guess you have had a splendid time. Miss March, and no mistake.r ..Indeed I have,** said Edith, laughing softly as sho drew in her breath.** "And how in the world did you ever get so thick with them Ashleys, Miss March? They're the most exclusive, top luftical people in Littlefields "Indeed I don't know," said Edith with a happy sigh. "The fairies must havo done it" "Fairies, bosh!" returned practical Mrs. Northup. "I guess Harold Ashley is a pretty gay youngman, and of coarse you know he has l>een engaged to Miss Trevor for some years. Mr. Ashley is Miss Trevor's guardian, and she is tre? mendously rich, somewhere np in the millions, they do say, and of course they wouldn't think of letting tho money go out of the family." Miss March brushed uriskly past her landlady iu the dark hall, mounted the stairs to her own room and closed the door. It was nasty of Mrs. Northup to say such tilings to her, and 3-et it was kind, truly kind. The words had shat? tered her little spun glass house, and suddenly her feet felt as heavy ;w lead, and she was conscious that her head was aching. What a fool she had been to think for a moment she could associate T?ith i>eople like the Ashleys and partici? pate in the life they led- she, a i>oor scribbler, with scarcely enough money in her puree to pay her week's lodging? Siro had taken a bewildering draught, and it had gone to her brain, but now she was sober and well awake she must pnt by all these lovely illusive visions and shut the door and buckle to her task. Shame on her for having forgot? ten WiH's future for a single moment! That night Edith slept but little. She had a hard tussle with herself, but she conquered in thc end. as she always did anti fell asleep at last resolved as to what she must do. A soft rain was pattering on the roof next morning, mixed with the chirp of nesting robins a??d bluebirds. The odor of growing things and opening flowers Cime in at ber vrin?low as Edith ar ranged her little work table, everything severely rectangular, to check the ?day of errant fancy and bind down her mind to the grindstone of duty. There she sat and wrought hour after hour, with the monotonous wratch of the pen going on over the paper without pause. Trains rushed by. shaking Mrs. Northup's little house willi a gian"N hand every fifteen uri un tes. The storm nail cleared, away, md now tho sun blazed on tho sloping roof and turned the attic room to a fire balli. Wasps and flies buzzed about. The lovely bine sky, fnll of floating white clouds, invited her to look, but still Edith wrought on, feeling neither hunger nor heat, nor the small earth? quake shocks of the trains. It was four in the afternoon. She was still sitting at her task with bent head when voices were heard outside her door. Mrs. Northup was saying to some one behind her: "I keep a tellin' her she'll kill herself writin' day and night, and fbrgettin' to eiit, but it don't do no manner of good." Then came a dainty little rap, and Fanny Ashley, in an exquisite light sum? mer gown and full feathered hat, stood smiling in the doorway. "You see I have hunted you down; I told you I should. And this is the room where you spin your pretty webe,** and ebie glanced rightly about at the little oil stove, the two cracked tea cups on the shelf, the breadth of faded carpet before the lame bureau. "But I don't intend to leave yon here slaving away all this beautiful afternoon. We are to have a matched game of ten nis and then tea on the lawn, and later drive in the cool evening air, and 1 have been ordered to fetch you straightway." "I thank yon so much,'' said Edith her voice quivering a little, "but I can possibly go; I have so much work on hand." She had not even asked her guest to sit down. "But you must, Miss March. Papa bas been reading your story in The Fire? side, and he wants to know you: and it is so seldom he does care to know any? body, especially here in Littlefield." "I am so sorry, Miss Ashley, but have no time to spare." "But you must come. Harry will be dreadfully disappointed, and will blame me if I don't fetch you, and so will Mary Trevor; they have all taken such a fancy to you." Edith was pale now and slightly tremulous. She arose and went slowly but resolutely up to the very positive young lady. "Miss Ashley," said she, "I am grate? ful for your kindness; I shall never for? get it as long as I live; but it is not pos? sible for me to have friends like you." Fanny Ashley looked blank at first during the half moment of silence, then her cheeks rosed lightly with injured feeling, "Why?** said she artlessly. "Because you are too rich and I am too poor. If 1 gave myself up to your amusements 1 could do no more work. I should be spoiled for a laborious life, and my poor brother, who needs my help what would become of him? Look about this room! Do you not see it is impos? sible you should associate on equal terms with a girl like me. Our paths in life lie too far apart. 1 am so sorry, for it would be delightful to know }TOU and your family, but it would unfit me for work, for a life of narrow means and stern self denial. Edith's eyes were full of tears and a dew had gathered about Fanny's lids. "I don't understand it," said she, with a touch of petulance; "you want to cut yoxirself off from us when we all like you so much. I am sure there can be no necessity" "I'm afraid I can't explain any more or better," said Edith in a distressed tone; "but dont think me ungrateful." Fanny walked reluctantly to the door. "I don't understand it aud I can't, but I know one thing: Harold will be awful? ly vexed with me, for he will think I have blundered." Edith stood pale and silent, and her visitor opened the door ami shut it again slowly, and then she heard her go down the stairs. She wrote no more that day, but sat reflecting a long time on the curious fact that she had got into the best society of Little? field without effort on her part, and had summarily dismissed hertelf from it by practically turning Miss Ashley out of her room. CHAPTER IV. He took her hand. In the deep, shadowy dusk Edith sh'p peu out and sped away to the Littlefield hospital, carrying with her the MS. vol? ume of poems. Fortunately Celestina was now awake, sitting up in bed, prop? ped by pillows, her long thin face framed in the yellow gray curls, and strong enough to receive her rescuer. She gieet ed ISdith with touching gratitude, and held ber warm yening hand between lx)th her own wasted, chilly ones, pressing it repeatedly to her lips. "If it hadn't been for you, my dear," she eaid in a faint voice, "I should have died right there alone in the woods, for I was growing weaker every miuute. And I didn't want to die. Some old people say they do when the}* haven't anything more than a cat to live for, but the world is so beautiful, ray dear, and I am snch an adorer of nature, 1 want to live as long as I can to enjoy God's good gifts. Every fine day this ?uminer I went, to Deepdene woods to commune with nature. It was there I got my in- | spiration for my poems. I have written poetry ever since I was seven years old. Sometimes I forgot to eat until I was quito faint and hollow with hunger, so absorbed was I in my thought? and musings, and it must have been so that day 1 tried the fatal experiment with the pink gills." There was an extreme propriety and elegance al>out Miss Celestina's mode of speech, a delicate, refined aroma that shrouded all ugly facts in well sounding Wi.rds. "Do you know, my dear,'' saul she, "they wanted me to become an in? mate of the Old Ladies* Retreat-a beau? tiful place, a very beautiful place-but I shrank from it because I love my inde? pendence; and though thc house is all fitted up with hot and cold water and gas, my dear, one gets so little soul sym? pathy, so little appreciation of one's higher and finer feelings in a place like that, and those things have always been more to me than meat and drink. I don't mind telling you, my dear, I havo had a good friend here in Littlefield, who could appreciate my extreme sensi? tiveness of nature, who has given me pecuniary assistance-a check every half year-so delicately bestowed that I never i have felt I was a recipient of charity, i This good friend departed for Europe a fesv week? ago to join her daughter, who ia ill, and in thc hurry of her departure ther forgot the usual remittance. ?Sut know she will remember ms. I an looking every day now for a letter wit! the check. She admires my poetry, an< I have dedicated a sonnet to her, whicl I hope I am not vain in thinking ma; link her name with mine, and keep i green long after the grave has closex over ns both. So yon see, my dear, i was fortunate after all that I bad t< come here, where I shall be well takei care of until her letter arrives. I an going to ask you to inquire for me a the postofflce when you go for yourself I should so like to have the letter corn through you.** Edith went away feeling a new born with her literary sister. She, too, wa looking-for a blessing through the post and OeJestina*s mild, cheerful philosophy did her good. For daysy even weeks after Chh^iawmoTtrtjtedny Edflh had ftit ting visions of HaroM Astray when ?bi went into the street, but "bantry nevei came again to her room. She wont zn more to Deepdene Wood, for fear of meet ing some of the Ashley family, and grad nally most of the streets in her o wi quarter of the town became no thorough fare for her. Harold was always driv ing or walking or sauntering about ii those parts, and Mrs. Northup almosl daily recounted some chance meeting with young Ashley. He seemed to loitei round corners in tennis dress, his racquet in hand, as if waiting for some one, anc there was a suspicion in Mrs. Northup's mind that he watched a certain window in her house at night Though she be lieved him guileful, she was half WOT over by his beautiful manners. ought to see him lift his hat to me, A. iss March, as if I were a duchess, and suet a bow and smile as ho does give! I tel Northup there was never anything like it It's queer I should meet him so often in my walks to market, now ain't it; Miss Trevor and tho rest of tho familj have gone to the seashore, and I can't think why ho keeps a-staying on in Lit tlefield. As I say to Northup, with all his fine ways I guess that young man will bear looking after.** Edith heard these things with drooped head and a faint rising flush, but silent? ly refused to enlighten Mrs. Northup on her relations with the Ashleys. Her MS. had been sent some weeks previous to the magazine, and now she was on the anxious seat of the young author, who reads life or death in the editor's decree. She knew she-ought to set her? self to work, but a strange bodily lan? guor rendered every effort abortive. Her imagination seemed unstrung, like her nerves, and would yield nothing co? herent. Her attic chamber was stifling in the long, hot dog days, and the railway trains became more and more unendur? able, while the engine drivers appeared to take a malignant pleasure in startling her sleep with diabolical shrieks. She began many things - stories, poems, sketches-and then threw them aside half finished. In fact, she was subsist? ing on two little poems taken by a child's magazine, and which she calculated would, with the closest economy, carry her through to September. She had given up meat and tea and confined her? self to brea-1 and milk and a little fruit as the cheaper diet. If the story was re? fused, after all, what was to becoino of her? Now that her brain seemed atro? phied, perhaps somebody's kitchen door would open to her necessities. She dared not think of poor Will. Hope was kept alive in her bosom by old Miss Rivers, to whom she had opened her heart Celestina felt as morally certain that the story would bo accepted as that her half yearly stipend would soon be coming from England or Switzerland. Day after day crept by. The heat and drouth were distressingly prolonged. Even Mrs. Northup's nerves and temper had given way, for she had brought her? self to the point of spanking Margery. Every morning the maids on Grove street might have seen the young girl pass on her walk to the postoflSce with yearning expectation in her eyes, and comb back baffled, drooping with disap? pointment and heartache. The editor in-chief was away fishing in the mount? ains; but how was she to know that fact? And Mrs. Archer was ill in Paris, and that too, was hidden from the mind of poor Celestina, who walked by faith and not by sight Ono morning as Edith emerged from the postoffice empty handed, and even more despondent than usual, she met Harold Ashley face to face. He* lifted his hat and colored high. Edith, too, was painfully embarrassed bj' the unex? pected encounter. "I have been trying to see you this long time. Miss March, to ask rou for an ex? planation. The whole Ashley family feel agrieved and injured by your treat? ment*" "I am sorry," said Edith, walking fast, as if to get away from him, though with his long strides he easily kept by her side "I can give no explanation ex? cept the one I gave your sister-the sim? ple truth." "Yes, Fanny felt that snub very deeply." "Don't call it a snub. Mr. Ashley. I had to say it, though it cost nie many a pang. Perhaps the words wero rude and blunt: but I am a working girl. I ha^e no time, no right to amuse myself. I should be disloyal to poor Will." "But there are so many things I have to say to you. Miss March, and you will not listen; you avoid me, you run away whenever I approach." "I don't understand you. Mr. Ashley," returned Edith coldly. "What can you have to say to me? You ought to in? at the seashore this moment wit ii Miss Trevor." "Mary Trevor? She is my oonsin. and a confirmed invalid. What has she to do with it? She is a great deal older than I am." "I don't know"'-Edith stumbled along in her speech, her face burning crimson "that is, I understand- they do say you are to narry Miss Trevor." Harold stood still and turned quite pale, his gaze fixed searchingly on her face. "Oh, that explains it. You think I ought to have nothing to say to yon because I am going to marry Mary Tre? vor," and he threw back his head and laughed. "Well, Miss March, I desired to let you know that I am going up to Tameracj: ('amp, where your brother is, to visit Stevens. It occurred to me that you miglit have some message for him." "For Willie! Oh. how goo-1 you are! Do tell him I am perfectly we ll and in the best of spirits, and flourishing gen? erally.** -I shall tell him no such thing:. Miss March, for I should bc telling a false? hood. Thc truth is yon are looking mis? erably pido and worn and fagged, and yent are sla ving your life out to keep him going at college." "Oh, Mr. Ashley!" and she gave a-con vnlsive little gasp. "He knows nothing of it lie thinks we still have ourin? heritance intact. It would break his heart and mine if he knew,*1 Harold looked stwere and relentless. ; "It will be my duty to tell him, Miss . March, that yon refuse fo have friend that you are- too proud and mdependei to accept the smallest favor from tho* who would gladly serve yon.'' "Think what you wiR cf me," si answered dejectedly, "but dorrt hu Willie." Without another word Harold tvar,? on his heel and was gone, leaving tl girl in a state of wonder as to how I had guessed her secret. The dry wan weather continued a weary time. Edit felt too weak and listless to do moi than drag herself to the postoffice an the hospital wileri Miss Rivers was sti kept in bed, though the doctor declare that nothing ailed her but debility. . little encouragemeut, a sparkle of hop? a bit of good news, something to give fillip to her nerves and energies werai quickly set the ohl poetess on herr? again. Day after day the two waite* and yet no letter. Edith had but a fe? remaining dofrars in her purse-on! enough to pay Mrs. Nort?mpte roen rent for a fortnight-and yet she con! not shake off the strange benumbe feeling of lassitude. She sat whole hom idle, with her hands folded in her laj while the cicida filed his tiny saw onl side tlie window, and dreamed of bein carried to the hospital and laid in th vacant cot next to Celestina's. Sh seemed to have lost much of her prid about accepting Mrs. Northup's hospi tality, and as she sr.t at her landlady' abundant tea table and listened to th stream of neighborhood gossip tba flowed from her tongue she wondere where her old spirit of independence had gone. It must be the dog da; weather and the impossibility of sleep ing in her oven of a room that had won her nerves to fiddle strings and mad* her a passive enigma even to lierseif. There had been no rain for weeks, an< the yellow leaves were dropping in show ers from the long suffering trees. Bu one night late in August, worn ont wi ti insomnia, Edith fell into a heavy slum ber and dreamed she heard a soft rail pattering on the roof, while de?iciou coolness came in at the open window and odors of damp mold and hcrbag washed free from dust It was later thai usual when she awoke to find the sui struggling through broken clouds an< the earth washed with refreshing show ers. Ford's alley was filled with delight ful little puddles that reflected gleam: of blue skj\ It had rained all night, an< tho earth wore a new and glitterim face. Hope and energy revived ii Edith's soul. She looked in the glass and to her surprise saw that the b?oon of early youth had come back. She fei like setting to work now double tides al] the hinguor and listlessness had gon< out of her body and brain. Her fee seemed winged that morning as six sped lightly over the wet pavement to ward the postooce, with ?a breeze sbak ing down raindrops on her head from th< overhanging elm boughs. A presentiment of good was in uho air and three white pigeons clapped theil wings and flew away to the right direct!} over her head. The postal clerk when he nodded to Miss March that morning hac a pleasant smile on his face, and ht nnshf.? through the little window f nandful ot letters. On top she saw i square, blue envelope for dear old Celes? tina, postmarked Thun, Switzerland. She was out of the building before she ventured to look at her own, but hoi heart foreboded good. The large bull envelope bore the postmark of a distant city, and the handwriting of the editor, whose fishing excursion was now over. Edith trembled as she tore it open, and then she nearly fainted, for it contained a check for two hundred dollars enclosed in a letter full of enouragement to the young writer. Wealth, fame and happi? ness danced before the girl's dazzled eyes. The sky had fallen and she had caught a lapful of larks. She longed tc skip in the street round the great elm at the corner of Grove and Smith streets, but she remembered that the house? maids would think her crazy. The letter lying unopened in her hand wes from Willard up at Tamerack Camp. The dear fellow had not written to her for an age, and here she was neglecting him in her own selfish joy. It was but the work of a moment to run her eye down the first page, that seemed punctu? ated on every line with the name of Harold Ashley. **A splendid fellow," "tbe-best heart I ever knew," dover, athletic and handsome." Finally she came to the fol lowing rxiragrap?i that set her heart beating fast- arni filled her head with a confused buzzing? "Through the influence of Ashley's uncle, the sen? ator, who has much weight with the powers that be, I have been appointe! assistant state geologist, with a fair sal? ary au?l good prospect of promotion. What do you say to that, little sister?" Edith found tears of joy raining down her face. It all seemed a beautiful con? spiracy to insure her perfect happiness, anti she was laughing and crying at the same time, quite regardless of the opin? ion of the Grove street maids. Nor was she aware, in tho sweet confusion of her ideas, that a young man much tanned by wind and wave and sun was rapidly approaching down tho broad walk. It was Harold Ashley, just returned from his trip, and now he planted himself rn front of Edith and blocked the way. "How good yon have been to Will!" she murmured, ashamed of the happy tears on her cheek. "1 have just boen reading a letter from him." "There is no goodness in giving a lift to a fellow like Willard," said Harold, looking embarrassed. "Of course he was bound to make his mark all the same if ? had not happened to mention him to my uncle. By the way. Miss March, 1 have a little note in my pocket for yo? that was intrusted to mo by one of your friends." He fumbled about in Ins vari? ous pockets, and at last drew ont a billet which he presi*nted with a formaLlittie how. Edith turned it over, lo ?ked at the crest, iuha ed the delicate perfume and then slowly broke the S-T;1. The handwriting was unknown. She turned to the end and read, to her astonishment, thc name Mary Isabella Trevor. Harold watched the fluctuating color in the girl's shy, downcast face as she read as follows: "DK.NR MISS MAUCII-I fear you have imbibed a very erroneous impression in regard to my relations with my cousin, Harold Ashley. We are not engaged, and could not be, for I am a confirmed invalid and shall never marry. Harold i* a noble fellow, warm hearted, strictly lion?nable and calculated to make any wo:nan happy np<.n whom he bestows his affections. De.-ir Miss March, yon will. I trn:<r. pardon the liberty I have taken, but I wish to confide to you a se? cret Harry will be my heir, and 1 should like bim to hear this fact, of which he is now ignorant, from tho lips of the wom? an he loves." A rosy cloud passed before Edith's eyes, and she dared not look at the your. -; mau still planted there before her, watching the varying expression of her faire. She knew he was saying some? thing, but the words seemed to como from a long distance away. "Duarj Edith," he seemed te sayr **? dont't know what Mary has writtenf but I must tell you how dearly I lore yon> how noble yon seem to inef above ali other women in the world. Tell nse, can you- ever learn to care for nie? I do so honestly and truly love you." Edith raised her eyes-to-Msr and her lips parted in a smile. "You aro so good," she inu-roiured. "I think you are almost divine. How could 3 help loving you?" Ho took her hand and drew it through his arm, and tiren she remembered i-? neglected duty. "I must go- to poor old Miss Rivers at the hospital, for f have; good BOWS for her, and it would be n sin to keep her waiting." "And I will go with you,-" ho answered,, ?to the world's end." So they walked on, not down prosa ic Grove street wftfo ite g?eafc-leafy ehnsy bot throtagh eosno embowered and flower decfee?d lovers' lane in paradise; TIIB EK3X For Orer Fifty Years. Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrup has been used for children teething. It soothes the child, softens-the gums, allays all pain, cures wind colic, and rs the best remedy for Diarrhoea. Twentv-five cents a bottle. A Wonder Worker. Mr. Frank Huffman, a young man of Bur? lington, Obi-?, state? that he had been mn Ur the care ot two prominent physicians, ?nd used their treatment un*H he wa? Bot able to get around. They pronounced hrs case to be Con? sumption hn<l incurable. Ile was persuaded tc* try Dr. King's New Dfoovcry for Consump tion. 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