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Cflca la tha National Baak Eaildkff, (nVii story.) , , TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION! $2.50 PER YEAR, i abvaxci. $3,00 ' If HOT FAID 1W ADVAXCB. No postage oo papers delivered within this . county. v "Why Don't Congreti Do Something." This question is often propounded, and it seems to be taken for granted by the impatient publie that Congress is giving no attention to the vital concerns of the -country, and is careless of everything bat partisan achemea and discussions. This feeling is not, perhaps, unnatural, but it does injustice to our representatives it Washington. Congress i$ doing something. It bss passed a bill to stop the further contraction of the currency, which is the firat and important step towari. a restoration of confidence in financial and business operations. The proper Committees of the two Houses are engoged in maturing measures fcr funding the publio debt in bonds bearing a lowr rate of interest than the vutetsndiog issues, and if successful in this Urge saving will be accomplished in our annual expenditures and the debt made Icm burdensome. The Hume Committed of Wayi and Means ia elaborating a bill for simrljing our internal revenue system, reducing tsxation and relieving manufacturing in tluslry, aafar as possible, from the burdens to which it (s now lutjected. This bill will soon bj reported, and there is no -doubt that Congrats will reduce taxation largely. To accomplish this desirable result there must be radical retrenchment in the expenditures, and the proper Committee is giving that subject du attention, and will cut otf all expenses practicable. The whisky question is slo receiving cartful attention, and such chsnges of the 'law will bo recommended as will insure the collection of a larger revenue from tint soutre, utile the raseslly ingenuity f Mr. Johnson's Copperhead official prows superior to tho eombiucd wisdom uf the people's representatives. When w a consider the variety of opin. ions prevailing amojig the people as to tho proper remedy for our financial troubles, it could not be exposed that Congress would be ablest ouce to determine upon ihe proper measures of relief. That body 'is designed, and should, in ifs legislation, n fleet the judgment and voice of the poop'r; but when l hey are unsettled in opin sou upon a given question, their reprerentatives have a more difficult and delicate task than if simply required to embody in the form of a law the ascertained will of their constituents. No Congress since the formation of oar '(nveriiinent has hid nioro weighty or difficult questions to nettle than the pre. tut. It is important, therefore, that it hould not set hastily, but give full and patient consideration to all suuiresiion submitted to it, and then determine on uat course of action (list seems to rrom. ie -tjMBst results. Allj rsoin acquainted with the process f leinlstion know that the real work is done in the committee rooms, and that it ia impossible to mature important business ia any other way. It must also be obvious to any reisousble mau that queslions as important as those relating to the pubüo debt, taxation, reduction of the revenue and retrenchment of expenses, van not be hustily considered and disposed of. Our friends may rest asured that these topics are receiving at tho baud of Congress the attention their magnitude demands, and that whatever can be dono to relieve the people from taxation and reduce the expenses of the Government will be done. It should be remembered, too, that Con-).-r.us has not the co operation of the Executive, but his implacable hostility. Krtry Department of the executive branch vf the Government has asked of Congress large appropriations, and the Secretary of State, in conjunction with the President, Dot satisfied with the weight of expenditure which the necessities of the public service require, has been engaged lor the past year in buying.at inordinate prices, all the shreds of territory that other nations vera willing to sell. Mr. Johnson has, furthermore, appointed a horde of hungry rascals to the most Important positions in the revenue ertice, aud notwithstanding he knows that they plunder the Government and combine with knavish manufacture and dealers in taxable articles, to defraud the treasury, he keeps tbem in ofllco and winks at their transgressions becauso they are serviceable political tools. In addition to this, he has used, end is using, all the influence of his cfjee to prevent the restoration of the lato rebel Dtites, thereby keeping them ia a state of anarchy, incapable of materially coutributing to the general revenue and requiring a large outlay by the Government to preserve the peace nd protect the lives and property of the well disposed citizens of those States. Congress will ultimately overcome all these difficulties and impediments, but in judging ita actions impatience at the delay of .needed reforms should not blind the people to the difficulties it has to surmount. Journal. LEAP YEAR. The Ladiea Privileges and How They Should Use Them. The Jackson (Ohio) Standard, in an article on leap year, and the liberty which it is supposed to give women to make offers of love, says: If a woman loves a man, let her tell Lim so, ia a prudent, delicate manner, and if he ia a man of sense (and no other kind of a man deserves the love of woman) he will reply ia a becoming manner. If the effort is too great write out your proposal and send it to him. I believe in writing. You can weigh your words and consider their probable effect. Try it girls, especially during lesp year. Many a worthy man is too diffident to propose- marriage, who, if some sensible woman (and only auch I address) should make a proposal, wouIJ accept. Let your communications be atrictly confidential, and no honorable man will betray that confidence. 13 ut let

VOL. 7, NO. 6. not tho men Icavo all to the women during Icsp year. Go on with your part of the contract, as usual. I believe that marriage, as a general rule, is best for both men and women. Of course thero are exceptions. For ttis Amsrlosa. Vota for the Good of Your Country. This comiog campaign will need our best judgment. It will be a campaign not to be forgotten. If our contest is hard, let us be prepsred to meet it so as to overcome the enemy victoriously. We must Dght bravsly and honestly. Kvcry man should throw psrty feeling aside, and vote for the good'of his countrjr, voto for tuen who are true (and have been true) to their country in the hour of trial. At our Conventions we should nominate men of wisdom men who will meet the people's wishci men who ire alio to carry on the eontest victoriously. This is the kind of material we need. Uur oGicea should be filled with men who have dono their duly, and who are not afraid to do their duty again. Do we want men who, during tho rebellion, rrjoiccu at the rebel victories, while our soldiers wero fluhtinir, blccdinir and dying for their country? Do we want men to nil our oOices who aided the touth in rebellion? men who encouraged deserters? men who threw all their weight against their counirj? men who declared .1. . a a a a . . me war to oe a isiiurcr ana when the negroes wero placed in the ranks of o,ur armies to hclu tnle some of the duties nlf uur white soldiers, and left the rebels without any. support at their homes, deflated the war to be an Abolition war? men who csrriod a tux, and said if they were to fight they would take the side of the South?--men who said, yivo the South their rights, when it was trying to destroy our Government? Shall we vote for such meu as these? (J oil furhitl. They know who they are. They are men who talk like thy are afraid tho negro will get to be their equal. Mo wonder. If we do not wunt nejrroes to hold uur offices, wd do not want white men who are afraid the negro is their equal. Shall we vote for men who, during the rebellion, starved our fathers, brothers, husbands and sons in those horrible prison pons of the South, (such as Iibby and Andersonville,) and if they happened to escape with their half-starved bodies, hunted them down with their blood hounds? Shall we put such men as these in our office? Shall we put men in who sympathized with such men? and wish them to be our equals in voting and holding offices? Never! neverl never! Shall wo elect nnyi to office tho would have enough money issued to destroy the countr)? making money worth nearly nothinu? who are willing to ruin the character of our Government to save a few dimes? These same men would hardly take such money during the war. And no wonder. When tho North seemed to bo diviJed, and a part wero sympathizing with the South, and talking about helping thiin in battle, to destroy one of the best Governments ever formed, these men will bo remembered. What would our forefathers say, could they but speak? Gentlemen, if we sustain the Government our forefathers fought for. we must work, "work while it is day, for when the night comelh no man can work." Although I am too young to vote. ( can woik. Ye need wi meu at the helm, to carry our ship safely. Then I proposo Schuyler Colfax as candidate for Governor, Governor Maker for Lieutenant Governor, John Ferriuhar for Congressman in the Fourth District. Now you are your own judges about this matter. Think twict before you act ouco. Doping that the Old lloosier State will respond loudly to her country's rights, I leave you to do jour duty. May God speed the right. J. W. C. For tbs Aratrloan. Just Over tho Hill. A littlo boy while climbing the precipitous sides of a high, steep hill, tired, weary and almost exhausted, stopped and in a discouraged tone inquired: 'Mother, where is out house?' Must over tho hill, my boy, just over tin hill.' Theo, mother, can't we go round the hill? can't we reach our borne without going over this hill?' asked the little boy as he looked up with a weary eye at the seemingly long distance yet to the top of the hill. 'No, my son,' wss the reply. 'This hill is between us and our borne, and we must go over it before we get there; but cheer up, my boy, we shall soon be there; the distance seems great now, but it will not appear half so loog when we get home.' Header, Lave you ever thought of it? Though tired and care-worn you may bo with the weariscme journey of life, be not discouraged, but persoverc, and if you are but faithful you shall find rest, sweet, tranquil rest, 'just over the hill.' We are ascending this bill as we co up from child hood to manhood, and when we shall have reached its summit we must descend to find rest from our toils on tho other side. The journey is truly a weary, toilsome one, and often the slippery rocks, our steppiog stones, shall causa our feet to slide. Dut, though the storms of winter may often beat upon us, yet wo shall as often have sunshine and bright skies to gladden our pathway. And though desert wastes we may have to pass through, they will not be without their cheering oasis, with bright flowers and ripe fruit, and the happy songsters shall cheer us with their mirthful songs. And if, care-worn and weary, we become discouraged, and doubtful, and ready to stop, we ask, Wherc is our home?' our Father, by whose careful hand we are led, shall tell us by Iiis word, "Cheer up, thou ahalt find rest just over the hill.' Dut ah! toilsome as is our journey, how infinitely much more so do wo make it by turning away from the right path. How much is lost by wandering away into the labyrinths of ein and folly, and how

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much of toil and exertion it costs us even to attain our former position. There is a right path and a right way, and though it bo over the hill, and though the hill may be rujrped and steep, yet if we follow it, it will lead us safely to our rest and our a. its a reward, and we shall escape the many snares that the wanderer falls into. Dut out of this path we shall find pitfalls and snares; aye, we shall find sorrow enough. Then turn not to either side, but patiently pursue the straightforward way, and as wo reach the summit of the hill and the pursuits of lifo becomo we-irisomc wo shall catch brighter glimpses of that beau tiful country, tho piljiriui a homo and the rest of tho weary, on tho other side, to I ,.1(er ui jn Jify, a decline as we descend to ! find a calm and peaceful rest Must over the hill.' J. 11. Cloud. Drewersburg, Ind. .. . MATTERS FOR REFLECTION. If you with onything to bo forgotten, write it vu the In nor side of the atudy door. Kvcry peacock Is well convinced that the eyes of all the wrld are upon his tsil. Ilctculcs was probably a great curd playc'r;. his favorite card was tho oco of duos, A man is bully off if, in a hard winter, ho has chinks in hit roof and no chink in his pocket. 11 you think that your opportunities are not K"od euough, you had bettor imlrti them. It tu want to desecrate tho holy, hang a t ibio of c jiiiinaiidiuuut perpetually bo I'uru tho eyes. The moro wo s csk of ounclvcs in supcrUmea, the inuro will others speak of Us in dun inn lives, Tho steady lights of heaven waver in the water; soino of tho great lights of earth in brandy otid water. No love from children i sweeter than that which follows severity; so iVom tho bitter olivo U sweet, soft oil cxprcMoJ. Joy inuy tnle her wreuth und inuke it a Hodding ring of friendship or love; and cricf in ii y do tho sauio with his giidlo of thorns. To bo abused from ono quntcrsnd overpraised from another, is liko being alternately jostled by a miller aud a chimney swoop. A boy utterly without honor and a girl without love, deserve nothing elso at tho end of ten ycirs than to bj married to each other. Teach a child to consider all animnl lifo sacred; in short, givd himjovvarj uuituals, tho heart of a Hindoo, not the heart of tho (,'urtesian philosopher. To men of a poetical nature, lifo is apt to become a dcsi it, in whose undulating air, as in that of other deserts, oljccts'appear both wavering and igiiutio. tlraiiiunr ii learned from l;inua"C more ensily than language from gramin ir; criticisms from woi krt of art more easily thau works of art from criticism. You may shrink from tho far reaching solituJeriot' your heart,. but no other foot thun yours can tread them. Truth is not alwuy won by long and hard toii. A moment's insight is sometimes worth a lifo's experience. Think not that bjlllcd endeavors tear no fruits becauso they do not benr the particular fruits you prayed and bighed tor. Love, in a tiny forai, may enter into tho heart through a small opcrture, and after it gets in, grows so big on what it feeds ou, that it can never squeeze out again. Ilashncss borrows tho name of courage, but it is of another race, and nothing allied to that virtue; the ono descends in a dirrct lino from prudence, the other from folly and presumption. Do your duty, however dangerous. Death comes to ull, and tho world does not need your boiily presenco so much as it docs jour uiornl heroism. Liu is adjusted to tho wants of tho stronger sex. There are nnny torrents to bo crossed in its journey, but thoir stepping stones are measure Cot tho strides of man, not of woman, Weight of LIvo Cattlo by Measure. Tho only instrument necessary is a measure with feet aud inch marks upon it. Tho girth is tho circumferenco of the animal just behind the shoulder blades. The superficial feet are obtained by multiplying the girth by tho length. Tho following table contains the rulo to ascertain tho weight of tho animal: If less than ono foot in girth, multiply superficial feet by eight. if less than three and more than one, multiply superficial feet by eleven. If less than five and moro than thrco multiply superficial feet by sixteen. If less than seven and moro than five, mukinly superficial foot by twenty-three. If less than nino and more than teven, multiply superficial feet by forty-two. Fxamplc: Suppoo tho girth of a bullock to bo six i'ect three inches, length five feet eix inches; the superficial I'ect will then bo thirty-four, aud in accordance with the preceding table tho weight will be tseveu hundred aud eighty-two pounds. Example: Supposo a pig to measure in girth two feet, and length one foot and nine inches. There would then bo three and a half feet, which, multiplied by eleven, gives thirty-eight and a half pounds as tho weight of the animal when dressed. In this way, the weight of tho four quarters can bo substantially ascertained during Ufa. I pressed her gentle form to me, and whispered in her ear, if, when I was far away, she'd drop for mo a toar? 1 paused for some cheering words, my throbbing heart to cool, and with her rosy lips she said, 'Ob, Ike, you're sich a fool." Spriggings says ho onco prevented a severe case of hydrophobia by simply getting on a high fence, and staying there until the doj left.

TOM'S REVENGE. Sr MAY CARLETOX I Late herl' cried Tom MaxwelL 'I hate hcrl And I hope she may die a in.erabtc, dissppointcd, cantankerous old nuidl' Striding up and down the floor; his fsce flsming, his eyes flashing, hie very coat-tail quivering with rogo a Dengal tiger, robb ed of her young, could not have looked a much moro ferocious object. And yet ferocity wss not natural to Tom Maxwell handsome Tom, whoso ycare was only two andtwenty, and who was hot-headed aud Grey, and impetuous as it. is in the nature of two and twenty to be't bat by no means innately savaire. Dv?k 4,nd iuit

been jillcu, jilted in cold blot: " sna down he strode, grinding hlcitaWiiutTolively, and fulminating anathema tuaranathai against hi.i fair deceiver. M Tho miserable, heartless jilt! The de ceitful, shstnrloss coquette!' burst out Toiu, furiously. 'She gavo mo every encourage ment that a woman could give, until she drew in o on by her abominable wiles to make a fool of myself; and then she turns round and smilo and weeps, and Is 'very sorry mimicing the feminino intornstion, 'and never drear, ed of such thing, and will be vcty happy to be my fiicnd; but for anything further oh! dear, Mr. Maxwell, pray don't think of it!1 Confound her and tho whole treacherous srx to which she bclong! Hut I'm not dono with her yoll I'll havo revenge as sure us my name is Tom Maxwell!' 'As bow?' asked a lazy voico from tho sofa. 'Sho's a woman, you know. Drinir a woman, you can't very well call her out and hoot her, or horsewhip her, or even knock her down. A fellow may fool tike that I often havo myself, after being jilt, cd; but still it can't bo did. It's an absurd law, I allow, this polite exemption of womsnkind from condign and just punishment; butit is too late in tho day for chaps like )ou and I to go tilt against popular prejudice.' It was a long spoeoli fjr Paul Warden, who was fur too indolent jjonerally to uet beyond monosyllables, lie lay stretched at full length on tho so Tu languidly smoking tho brownest of meerschaums, and dreamily watching the suiokj curl and wreuth around his head. A handsome fellow, very handsome five years Tom's senior, and remarkubly clever in his. profession, the law, whea not too lazy to exercise it. Tom Maxwell paused in his excited striding to look in astonishment at tho spenkcr. 'You jilted!' ho said. 4Vou! You, Paul Warden, the irrcsistiblt!' 'Kveo so, vimi trmt! Like niea.ert and mumps, and tooth-cutting, ??W Inhing a man has to go through, willy nilly. I've been jilt?d and heart-broken some halfdozeu tim moro or less, and hero 1 am to night not a ha' penny the worse for it. So go it, Tom, my boy! The tnoro you runt and rave now, the sooner tho pain will bo over. It's nothing when you're used to it. Dy tbo way', turning his indolent eyes slowly, 'is she pretty, Tom?' Of course!' said Tom, indignantly. What do you think I am? Pretty! She's beautiful, glowing, faseitlattng! Oh, Wardeu! it drives mo mad to think of it!' 'She's all my fancy painted her she's lovely, she's divine!' quoted Mr. Warden; 'hut her heart, it is another's, and it never What's her name, Tom?' 'Fanny Summers. Ifyoti had boon in this pluco four-and-twenty hours, you would luve no need to ask. Half the men in town are spooney about her.' 'Funujt Ah! a very bad omen. Never knew a Funny yet who wasn't s natural born flirt! What's tho style dark or fair, hello Dlonde, or jvlie brunette?' 'llruuctte; dark, bright, and sparkling, saucy, piquant, irresistible! 'Oh' cried Tom, with a dismal groan sinkio into a chair, 'it is too bad, too bad iTbo treated bo!' 'So it is, my poor Tom! She deserves the bastinado, the wicked witch! Tho bustinado not being practicable, let us think of something else. She deserves punishment, and sho ahall luve it; paid Lack in her own coin, and with interest, too; Kb? Wei:?' For Tom had started up in his chair, violently excited and red in the face. Tho very thing!' cried Tom, with a sort of yell. '1 have it! Sho t-hall be paid in her own coin, and I'll have most glorious revenge, if you'll only help me, Paul!' 'To my last breath, Tom; ouly don't niako so much noise! Hand me the matchbox, my pipe's gouo out. Now, . what is h?' . Paul, they call you irresistible the women do.' Do they? Very polite of them. Well?' Well, being irresistible, why can't you make love to Fanny Summer talk her into a desperate attaohmoat to you, and then treat her as she has treated me jilt her?' Paul Warden opened his large, dreamy eyes to their widest, and fixed thorn on his excited young friend. 'Do you mean it, Tom?' 'Never meant anything more ia my life, Paul.' Dut supposing I could do it; supposing I am the irrcsistiblo conqueror you gallantly make mo out; supposing I could talk the charming Fanny into that deplorable attachment it seems mean, doesn't it?' 'Mean!' exclnimed poor Tom, smarting under a sense of his own recent wrong; 'and what do yeu call her conduct to mcf It's a poor rulo that won't work both ways! Let her have it herself, hot and strong, see how 6he likes it she's earned it richly. You can do it, I know, Paul; you have a wsy with you among women. I don't understand it myself, but I eco it takes. You can do it, and you're no friend of mine, Paul Warden if you don't. lo it!' My dear fellow, what wouldn't I do to oblige you; break fifty hearts, if you asked me. Here's my hand it's a

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And you'll flirt with her, and jilt her?' With the h-?lp of tho godb! Let campaign begin at onco, let me see fair, future victim to night.' the my 'But you'll be careful, Paul,1 said Tom, cooling down as hisa friend heated up. 'She's very pretty, uncommonly pretty; you've no idea how pretty, and she rosy turn tho tables and subjugate you, instead of you subjugating her." 'The old story of tho minister who went to Home to convert the Pope, and returned a rcdhot Catholic. Not any thanks! My heart is Iron clad; has stood many seiges to yield .to any littlo flirting brunette. Forewarned is forearmed. Cctun on, old fellow,' rising from his sofa, 'never say did' How goes tho night?' said Tom, looking out; "it's raining. Do you mind?' Shouldn't mind if it rained pitchforks in so good a causol Get your overcoat knd como. I think thoso old ohsps what -do-)ou call-'cm, Cruiadcr? must have felt as I do now, when they marched to tako Jerusalem. Whcro aro we to find la lUc Fanti)?" At her sister's, Mrs. Walters, sho's only hero on a visit; but during five week's stay she has turned five dozen heads, and reluVd five dozen band, my own the last,' said Tom, with a gronn. Never mind, Tom; thero is bnltn In Gilesd yet. Hovenni is sweet, you know, and you shall tss'.o its sweet before tho moon wanes. Now then, Miss Funny, the conquering hero comes!' Tho two young men sullied forth into the rainy, lamp lit streets. A passing omni bus took them to tho homo of the coquettish Fanny, and Tom rang tho bell with vindictive emphasis. Won't !e rather wonder to see you aftor refusing you?' inquired Mr. Warden, whilst they waited. What do I care!' responded Mr. Maxwell, moodily; 'her opinion is of no consequence to me now.' Mrs. Walters, a handsome agreeablelookins young matron, welcomed Tom with a cordial shako of tho hand, and acknowledged Mr. Wurdcn's bow by tho brights of smiles, as they were ushered into the family parlor. We uro quite alono, this ruinv night, my sister and I,' she said. 'Mr. Walter is out of town for a day or two. Fanny, my dear, Mr. Warden; my sister, Miss Summers, Mr. Warden.' It was a pretty, cozy room, 'curtained, and close, and warm;' and directly under the gas-liuht, reading a lady's magazine, at one of the prettiest girls it had ever been Mr. Warden's good fortuno to see, and who welcomed him with a brilliant smile Dlack eyes, jetty rioglets, rosy checks, alabaster brow,' thought Mr. Warden, taking stock: 'The smilo of an angel, and dressed to perfection. Poor Tom! he's to bo pitied, llcally, I hadn't como across anything so rauch to my taste this juonth of Sundays.' Down sat Mr. Paul Worden beside the adorablo Fanny, plunging into conversation at once with an euso and fluency that completely took away Tom's breath. That despondent wooer on tho sofa, besido Mrs. Walters pulled dejectedly at tho ears of her littlo black-and-tan terrier, and answered at random all the pleasant things sho said to him. Ho Was listoning, poor fellow, to that brilliant flow of small talk from tho mustached lips of his dashing friend, and wishing tho god.s bad gifted him with a similar 'gift ot the gab.' and feeling miserably jealous already. He had prepared the rack fur himself with his eyes wide open; but that made tho torturo none the less when tho machinery got in motion. Pretty Fanny snubbed hinx in continently, and was just as bewitching as sho knew how to his friend. It was a clear caso of diamond cut diamond two flirts pitted against each other, and an outsider would havo been considerably puzclcd on f.hich to bet. both being so evenly matched. Tom listened, and sulked. What a lot of things they found to talk about, whcro he used to be tongue tied. The mogsitnc, the fashion-plates, tho stories, then a wild launch into literature, novels, authors, poets; then tho weather; then Mr. Warden wastraveling.and relating his 'hair-breadth escapes by flood and field,' whilst brighteyed Funny listened in breathless interest. 1 hen the open piano caught the irrcs'stiblo Paul's eyes, and a in twinkling thero was Fanny seated at it, her white lingers flying over tho polished keys, and ho bending abovo her with an entranced face. Then ho was singing a delightful love-song . t si. in a mcloaious tenor vo:ca, mat migut have captivated any heart that ever boat Insido of laco and muslin; aud thcu Fanny was singing a sort of rciponso, it seemed to frantically jealous Tom; and then it was eleven o'clock and timo to go home. Out in the open uir,with tho rainy night wind blowing bleaky, Tom lifted his hat to let tho cold blastcool his hot face. He was sulky still, and silent very silent; but Mr. Warden didn't seem to mind. 'So,' ho said, lighting a cigar, 'the campaign has beun, the first blow has been stuck, the enemy's ramparts undermined. upon my word, lorn, the little girl is uncommonly pretty!' "I told you so,' said Tom, with a sort of a growl. And remarkably agreeable. I don't think I ever speent a pleasanter tcte-a-lcte evening. So I should judge. She had eyes, and rs, and tongue for no one but you.' cars. My dear fellow, it's not possible you're jealous! Isn't that what you wanted? Be sides, there ts no reason, really; she is a professional flirt, and understands her business; you and I know just how much value to put ou all that sweetness. Have a cigar, my dear boy, and keep up your heart; we'll fix the flirting Fanny yctt please the pigs!' This was all very true; but, somehow, it wasn't consoling. She was nothing to- him, Tom, of course and he bated her as hotly as ever; but, somehow, his thirst for venge

WHOLE NO. 319. ance bad considerably cooled down. The cure was worse than the disease It wss msddening to a young man in his fiatne of mind to eee those brilliant smiles; those entrancing glances, all (host pretty, coquettish, womanly wiles that had deluded him showered upon another, even for that other'a delusion. Tom wished he had never thought of revenge, at least with Paul Warden for his handsome agent. 'Are you going there again?' Le asked, moodily. Of course,' replied Mr. Warden, airily. What a question, old fellow, from you of all people. Didn't you hear the little darling telling me to call again? Mie overlooked you completely, by-and-by. I'm going again, and again, aud jet agsiu, until, my friend, my iJut JAufs, is avenged,' Ahl'' said Tow, sulkily,- 'but I dok'l know that I cart so much for vetsgeance is I did. Second thoughts are best; and it struck me, whilst I watched you both to-night, that it was mean and underhand to plot against a woman like this. You thought so jourself at first, you knw.' 'Did 17 I forgets Well, I think differently now, my dear Tom; aud as you icmsrk, second thoughts are best. My honor is at stake; so put your conscientious scruples in ycui jtocket, for I shall conquer the fdsriuating Fanny, or perish in the attempt. Here we are at my boardinghousu won't vou come in? No. Well, then, good-night. Uy-thc-way, I shall be at the encmy'tt quarters to morrow evening, if you wish to see how ably I fight your bsttlo show yourstlf before nine. Dy-byl' Mr. Maxwell's answer was adcrply las growl as he plodded ou his wsy; and Paul Warden, running up to his room laughed lightly to himself. 'Poor Tonil Poor, dear bov! Jealousy is a green-eyed lobster, and he's a prey to it the worst kind, lleslly, Paul, my son, little black cjes is the most bewitching piece of calico you have met in your travels lately; and if you wanted a wife, which you don't you know, you couldn't do better than go in and win. Aj it is Ah! it's a pity for tho littlo dear's lake you easj't marry." With which Mr. Warden fcok his clothes off sod went to bed. Next evening, at half past eight, Tom Maxwell made his appearance at Mrs. Walters, only to find his fiJu$ ArhoU there enthroned before him, and basking in the sunshine of tho lovely Fanny's smiles. How long he had been there Tom couldn't guess; bat he and Fanny and Mrs. Walters were just fettling it to co to tho theatre the following night. Thero was a bunch of roses, pink-and-white, hU Sift, Tom felt it in his bones, in Fanny's snd, snd into which she plunged her pretty little nose every five tedond with a delightful sniff. It- was adding iosult to injury, the manifest delight that aggravating girl felt In his friend's society; and Tom ground his teeth inwardly, and conld have seen Paul Warden guillotined, there and then, with all the pleasure in life. That evening, and many other evenings which succeeded, wss but a repetition of the first. An easy flow of delightful small talk, inusio. singing, and reading aloud. - Yes, Paul Warden read aloud, ss if to goad that unhsppy Tom to open madness, in the most muttcsl of nmcu line voices, out of little blue and gold books, Tennyson, and Longfellow, aud Owen Meredith; and Fanny would ait in breathless earnestness, her color coming and going, her breath fluttering, her eyes full of tears as often as not, fixed on Paul's classic profile. Toni didu't burst oat openly he made no scene; he only sat and glowered in malignant silence and that is saying everything for his power of self-control. Two months psssed; hot weather was coming, and Fanny began to talk of the heat and tho dust of tho town; of being homesick, for the sight of green fields, and milk cows, and strawberry-patches, and new-laid eggs, and pa and ma. It had been a very delightful two months, no doubt; and sho had enjoyed Mr. Warden's society very much, and gone driving and walking with him, and let him tjko her to the theatre, and the opera, and played for him, and sang for him, and danced with him, and accepted his bouquets, and new music, and bluo and gold books; but, for all that, it was evident she could leave him and go home, and still xist. It's all very nice,' Miss Summers had said, tossing buck her black ringlets; 'and I have enjoyed this spring ever so much, but still I'm glad to get heme again. One grows tired of balls, and parties, and the theatre, you know, alter awhile, Mr. Warden; aud I'm only a littlo country-girl, and I shall bo just as glad as ever 1 can bo for a romp over the meadows, and a breezy gallop across the Litis once more. If you or Mr. Maxwell,' glancing at that gloomy youth sideways out of her curls, 'care much for fishiog, and come up our wav anv timo thia summer. I'll trv and treat you at well as you have treated ine.'J But you haven't treated us well, Miss Fanny,' Mr. Warden eaid, looking unspeakable things. 'Vou take our hearts by storm, and then break them ruthlessly by leaving us. What sort of trcatmeut do you call that?' Miss Summers only laughed, and looked saucy; and danced away, leaving her two admirers standing together out in the cold, Well, Tom,' Mr. Warden said, 'and so the game's up, the play played out, the curtain ready to fall. Tho star actress departs to morrow and now, what do you think of the performance? 'Not much,' responded Tom, moodily. I can't see that you have kept your promise. You've made love to her, I allow, con amour, confoundedly as if you meant it, in fact; but I don't see where the jilting comes in; 1 can't see whtre's uy revenge Don't you?' said Taul, tVoughtfolly tightinc his eigsr. lWell,eome to think of it, don't either. To tell you the

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Jl truth, I haven't bad chance tu jilt her. I may be irresistible, snd I have no doubt I am, since you ssy so; but, somehow, tba charm don't seem io wurk with our little fa vol ite. Here I have been tor the Isit two months just e raptitatinrf ss I know bow; and )ct thr's that pir! raady U be off to morrow to the countrr, without a much as a crack in the heart that sk-wll be broken in tuiihcreaurt Dut still, wiih a sudden rhstige of voice, and slapping him liphtly ou the shoutdtr. 'dear old boy, I don't despair of jiving jour revenge )ei!' Tom lilted his gloomy si in sails inquiry. Ntivar mird now.' aid Psul Warden, airi'y; 'give ti e a lew weeks longer. Lsay as I am. 1 hs never failed yet In anything I ever seriously undertook; and. upon my word, Vm uute irrioua about this mailer than you miirht belieief Treat to jour friend, slid wait!' That s all Mr. Waidea would feig to say, Tom. not being: able to do itltrwiM, took Min at his writ, drayged oi listener, aud Vaitad Ivi Lis aLeiisbed revenitrt. Miss Kummer left town oit day, nf Tom, poor, tiibrrabte fc'.lo! felt at if ti e sun had ressed In shine, and the schema of the univeissj become a wtetched faitute, when he caught tl last yliinuuer of tl.s lustrous black )s, il Isst flutter f tl Irstty black cutis. Hut his Damon wss iy his side to slap htiu u tie back and cheer hint up. 'Courage, old fellow 1 eried Mr. Warden; 'all's not lost that's iu danyer. Türe es 4 turn about; your turn nvi'l' Uut, somehow, Tom didu't csre fr reveiifso any tnuru. He loved that wicked, jilting Ittlia I'sony as uiuvh as ever; anl tho luartsche only grew wore day af'er day; butbeieastd to desiie vengeance. He settled dwu into a kiud f uentlo melancholy, lost his spjetite, and his rslish for Tom and Jerrys, aud took to writing dcspoudut potry for the wttklj journals. Iu this sts'e sir. Warden left him, and suddenly dissppeared from town. Tom didn't know where he had gone, and his landlady didn't know; and stranger still, Lis bootmaker snd tailor, to whom, he was considerably in sricars, dido's know cither. Uut they sie boob enlightened. l ive weeks after his mysterious dtssp-pcaranc-D eaiue a latter and a uewspsper, tu his familiar band, lo Tom, whilst be) sat at brraklasl. He opened lie letter lt'st aud read; I ft Till Courtit. Deab Oli Hot I have kept my word you are avenged glorious. y. Vauny will never jilt you, nor any one else, again!' At this passage in the manuscript, Tow, Maxwell laid it down, the cold perspiration breaking out on his fare. Had Paul Warden murdered her, or worse, Lad ha married hei? it h a desperate clutch Tom scixfd the paper, tore it open, looked at the list td marr vges, and saw bis worst fears realized. There it was, in printers' ink, the atroc:vu revelation of his bosom friend's peifiJ): 'Married, on the fifth inst. at the rrsU deuco of the bride's father, Psul Warden, Kkj., of C -, to Miss Fanny Summers, second dsnghtcr of Mr. John Summers, of lhi town.' There it was. Tom didu't faint; he rwallowcd a scalding cup of coffee at a Kulp, and revived, seised the Utter and finished it. You see, old fellow, paradoxical as it sounds, although 1 was the conqueror, t was, also, the conquered. Fanny had fallen in love with mo, as you foresaw, but I had fallen iu love with her also, which you didu'l foresee! 1 might jilt her, of course, but that would be cutting off toy ow n novo to spite my friend's face; and so and so I didn't! 1 did the next best thing for you, though, to jilting, her I mariicd her; and 1 may mention, in parcnthesH, I urn the huppiest of mankind; and as .rtemus Ward remsiks, 'My wife says so too.' Adieu, tny boy. WVI1 come to lowo next week, wheru Fan and I will b delighted to l.uvo you call With best re. irurds from my dcr I it t la wife, 1 am, old fellow, "'Your devoted friend, Pai l Wakuks.' Mr. and Mrs. Warden Jil come to town next week, but Mr. Maxwell didu't call. In short, ho hasn't called since, and doesn't iutend to, ami bus pheu his friend Pa ul tho 'cut diicct. And that in how l aui aruen uoi a wuc. sou ivui . . I . I T. ... t well his Kevenuc. The Dayton Journal lulls tLe followLittle M.iry was Jlcussintf the great hcreutu-r with htr mamma, when this dialogue ens-d; Little Mry 'Mannua, will you go to heaven when you die?' Mamma 'Ves, I hopo ih, uiy child.' JJary 'Welt, mamma, 1 hvje I'll go; too, you'll be lonesome. ' Mamma 'Yes, ui.u I hope your papa will go. too." Mary Oh, no, papa wn't go; bo can't leave the etoic' An Illinois editor publishes the following as the effort of it new rcportci: "We arc informed that the gentleman lro stood ou his head under a spilcdriver for the purpos uv havin a tito pair uv butes dm on, shortly afterward found himself i Cbiny, perfectly nakud without a ceat it his pocket, lie rites lhat it is bis inteushun uv returning homo by thai wsy uv the Palis Exposition." A short time titxe a surceon was ulil as witness for tha pu-rpofe of prMviu damages upon an actio wf asult. Hadfposed that he had the plaintiff, and being anked if bleed'rng had been necrt 6sry, candidly answered: lWe always cml it necessary to do otatihiog Lea eeut for.