Indianapolis Journal, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 January 1887 — Page 2

THE IKDIAKAPOMS JOURNAIi, SUNDAY, JANUARY 9, 1887-WKIjVJ2 PAGES.

Printed Special Arrangement Oopirtekted 1837, ,

A LOST IDENTITY. By HARRIET PRKSCOTT SPOFFOBD. PART L When two young seedlings, placed side by stfe, watered by the same shower, warmed by ti.e same sua, shaken by the same breezes, have lerown so close together that their roots 'make one tangle and their stems one fibre, how is it possible to separate them and leave them any life at all? Separated, can they be more thandead wood to be used for the purposes of others, with no vitality or joy of their own further than the log has that burns upon the hearth! I thought of that at once in looking on the union of Leonard and Helena. Never have I seen two people so sufficient to themselves through all the changes of the planet. Separated, would either ef them live other than as a soulless sbadowT They thoueht not looking at their happiness as if it were a thing they held in their hands; nnashamed of their love, and speaking of it freely in any passionate moment. "I think,v she had once said, "that if we were cast away upon a desert island, with just a book - or two, we should be so happy as to ask for nothing more." "I have often thought of it," he answered her. "How much at one we are. Do you know there are some substances that for a long time seem to be simple, one element only, strong, potent for rood: but find at last and mix with such a substance its powerful attacking acid, and it re selves into two principles, each faint, powerless, good neither for itself nor for anything else. If death should be that powerful attacking force for us,-resolving us into something other than the one we are" "Death cannot do it!" she cried triumphantly. 'No." be said. "Life cannot do it. Net even death can do it. We shall be one to the grave, in It and beyond it". They could hardly remember a timewhen they bad not been a part of each other, in childhood. or youth, or maturity. Although there was a difference of two or three years in their ages, no pleasure was complete for Helena unless Leonard bared it, and the sorrow of one was the sorrow of both. When not yet strong enough to climb they us"i to kiss each other through the wick Later they played together in the orchard grass and fell asleep in one another's arms beneath the old plum trees there. Helena was five vesrs old a little gypsy-like creature, with her great black eyee and rich color, and the fine flowing threads of her thick black hair about her faee and Leonard, fair and comely as a child of light, when they set out to walk to the end of the world together, hand in hand along the dusky hi eh way in the sun. till the end seemed as far off as the beginning. They were children of much promise, and Helena's ambitions did not suffer her to remain far behind Leonard 'in their studies. When he went away to school, she felt as if some integral .nertion of herself bad been severed from the rest: and she foreet her aching and loneliness only by burying herself in her books. When he earn home he told her bpw , bitter were those first 'davs without her perhaps the next halfterm' was not bo hard to him It was jnst as hard to Helena, alone with her books, without the stimulus of contact with a class, but eontent with only his own emulation and approbation. She would lose herself in the delights of her geometrical demonstration, which had a sort of poetry in it. to her mind, in the marvels of her astronomy or chemistry, but in the remaining moments she only seemed to live till Leonard should come home again. She went, with others, to his examination when school was ending. She knew the theorem almost as well as he, could read the Virgilian line as well; but how swiftly, and simply, and easily he made the one plain,' how ' gracefully and lightly he rendered the other! And when he recited the ballad of Naseby, with a white face and a fire kindling in those luminous 'gray eves, her heart thrilled and her blood ran cold, although in studying by herself she had hated all the Puritan rant That was sad to her that she and Leonard- should not think Hk In all things: but they did not She formed hr feminine conclusions alone, and he bad sub tle and accomplished masters, and a further reach and fuller grasp of mind. He had a great mind, she thoueht to herself; he would do a great work in the world, whether he went in into and helned "recast the nation's old into another mould," whether he sat down with a nhiloKonhical thesis and taught people how to think, or whether he took his medical degree .nH nnnAfirnod himself with the origin of raatti. And then, at last. Leonard was in college, enminchomt and inseparable from her in his long vacations, but beginning to have a thou sand thonahts that were not her thoughts. "How strance it is." she said to him one day, .ftr n historical discussion, "that we, who esed to have one thourht, are growing so apartl . "V shall never rrow apart, even if one of us thinks white black and the other thinks it blue," he responded. "Those are surface things; they do not change our natures and ourselves. But for all your hatred of the enemies of church and king, you are a Puritan of the Puritans yourself, iny lady," he said, with bis Jesting voice, and he laughed as he said it, twisting the long, loose trees of darkness that had fallen on his boulder as they leaned over the same book. What odds were any of her fancies! She was t till the same sweet Helena. . "How can you say such a thing!" "Because it is true. You reproach me for loviag the Naseby ballad you, who have inherited from 200 years of Puritan ancestry their east of mind, their austerity of conviction, their I suppose if you knew I won $50 at cards the night before I eame home " 'Oh, Leonard! Leonard!" "1 said so. The Puritan!" "The Puritan!" aha exclaimed, the tears suspended on her glittering lashes.' "Have I their intolerance, their cruelty, their vulgarity, their" "You have their habit of thought, altered to the altered times. You are not the Puritan of the seventeenth century, but yon are of the nineteenth. Yea are ready to cry because I won some money at cards!" and he laughed so gayly that she could not be angry. "I should net think you would care for society if so disagreeable " - "Hush! aush!" he answered her; "I allow nobody te abme my friends." "But, Leonard, about the cards! You know now dangerous it is, bow ruinous, how it destroys the very fiber of the mind" "To win1 money at cards! Look here, Helena, if you gate at me so charmingly as that I may make you a promise. And it would be a cruelty to exact it, for 1 play an excellent game." She was so beautiful to him in her indignation that he eared nothing about the indignation. . . W hen th college days were over, their tri umphs had been Helena's as much as Leonard's: and then before settling to the study of his profession, he went about the country a little, and at the end of it spent the time in Enrope thought necesf-'jry. iravel enlarges the point of view, or elTtes it Helena felt when Leonard returned. ;hat there was something about the masculinry mind, whether inherent quality or longdescended culture, that was beyond her femi nine power: ana yet sne never seemed sweeter to Leonard than at that moment There was a urns oi paasiveness aoout ner, too, mat was wonderfully attractive in one of as wantrn spirits as hers often were; the melancholy droop of the long black lash touched the heart with a sort of pleasant pain. But Leonard was out in the world now; he no longer spent every moment with Helena. He rati pursuing his profession, and he was led iiiioer anu imioer oy tne moment. lie had an interest and a curiosity in everything and sometimes it was a fact of science, and some times it was a pretty girl. If he followed the pretty girl as he would a show in the street, lur ing him on if to mm she was only a picture. wish some human interest added, but no interest of his own, how was Helena to know it? To melancholy droop of the lash became a droop of we levt-iy corners of the mouth as well. Leonard was hers, had always been hers. That another person should attract him seemed to her a rob aery of her own identity. And apparently that reuow-nairea Ljouisa Dane was attracting him

with those sketching fingers of hers. The one

defect in Leonard was that be" had no love of music, and music was the passion of Helenas soul. On the other hand he had a fair talent with his pencil, and Louisa Dane knew b to spill the color from heY brushes in a way that kindled the warmth of his admiration. As for Helena she could not draw a straight line or a crooked one. If Leonard wanted to stroll off sketching with Louisa Dane, he was free to do so; she had no right to prohibit it; all the more Louisa Dane seemed to her a poor sort of thing. And if he forgot her in amusing himself, this dark foreigner, Giuseppe Maldoni, who had drifted to the great county town and was giving music lassons there, knew how to beguile your soul out of your body; and the mornings Helena and Giuseppe spent together, with violin and piano and song, were full of nothing bat music "What under heaven do you see in that swarthy son of thunder!" asked Leonard, one day, with, vexation, meeting the Italian going out "All that yon see in that 'daughter of the gods, divinely tall and most divinely fair,' " she replied; "a community of interest" "What community of interest can I have with Louisa Dane!" he cried. "She is teaching me to mix my colors? "And Giuseppe is teaching me how to move the world with diminished sevenths." "Giuseppe, indeed! And since how leng! Pshaw! A regular shibboleth. There seems to be a cant to every art. There is something sensual about music, Helena," be said, leaning back his head, with his hands clasped behind it, where he had thrown himself on the lounge. "Animals almost invariably recognize its power; its best ministers are people of limited intelligence; even idiots have been known " "Stop, stop, sir; it is like blasphemy! The one divine thing on earth, the one thing that lifts the sonl to heaven, that solaces sorrow, that erowns joy " "There, there, there!" he cried, "or I 6hall think yon have gone mad. It is a dialect, I suppose." he added reflectively. - "And there is no dialect or shibboleth in your and Louisa Dane's talk about tones and technique and schools and morbidezza " 4 "But you see we have the real things to show for it; we have tones and technique or we haven't" And.then she laughed and began to warble, "Una voce poco fa." "I dare say," he said, "that you are doing that in a manner to move a stone, if it had an ear for music But that sort of thing always makes me remember a scene in a mad-house near a city on the French coast, where a fellow on a flute drew the maniacs after him as Orpheus drew the brutes. A singular place it was I must see it again, some day they had ideas there about the brain and its management But Helena's light-hearted singing was due to her having just learned a secret of nature, and being suddenly convinced of the fact that this yellow-haired youth, with his clear gray eyes and Greek face, was not to find his complement in any girl as yellow-haired, as gray-eyed, as Greek-faced as himseif. Perhaps he knew he was not in love with the pleasant girl who sketched with him; certainly what he did not know was that he was in love with the girl who sane with the Italian. She was going to teach him. She she herself had long known and she stopped her singing and bid her crimson face between her hands. What happened to her inner consciousness did not hinder Helena from practicing the next morning with Guiseppe, from walking in the woods with him, and trying to note on paper the musical value of the susurrns of the pines, and the tinkle of catbird's song and bobolink's, of copying out tor him certain exercises that he needed, of taking down the rich and sweet on written melodies of his land, of which he knew scores; of reading with him the treatises on counterpoint, canon and fugue. It was all very simple why should Leonard disturb himself But he did. "I can never have Helena a mo ment to myself!" be exclaimed, to Helena's Aunt Jane. And why should you expect it!" said Aunt Jane. And at the glance he gave her, AuntJane, who had put brown paper on a thousand bnmps for him, and given him tarts and puffs as liberally, and received all bis childish conn dences, had saved him from countless punish ments and loved him as if he belonged to her, replied, "You look as if I were good enough to eat. and you meant to do it T Via va Antl Hava TAnnn Atlt Alnr Jane, what is the matter with ms!" he cried, and laid his head in the good old maid s lap. "Well, well,, my dear boy," she said, with her fingers on his clustering locks, "w all have a time to find that out. Thank goodness, if you don't find out anything worse. For, to save my soul; I can't make out what Helena means if she doesn't mean to marry this Italian." "Marry him!" cried Leonard, in white amazement "Why, shecan't She is mine, 1 am hers, we we we have been as good as married ever since she was born!" "She'll ery salt tears for her folly yet," said Aunt Jane, grimly her customary volubility ?uenched in her own tears for the time. And eonard went away on fire to his fineer-tips, and when Helena capped her enormities by going up on the noon train to the city on Saturday afternoon with Giuseppe, to hear "Faust," the first person in the house that her eyes rested on was Leonard, white and radiant himself, with the play of his passions- Nothing to him was all the light and shadow of that Ideal drama of love, and youth, and joy, and grief; he saw pone of it, he beard none of it, as he saw Helena grow ruddy or grow pale, smile or weep with satisfaction in the song and the singer; and when he observed people wondering at her vivid Spanish beauty, . . . i i : i , i ana rear a mem inquiring wnosno was ce ground bis teeth with rage again to think she was subject to such remark and accompanied bj" Giuseppe. "Leonard at the operar she said, as they brushed by him coming out "Don't tell me after this, that the tonic sol-fa represents sense less hieroglyphics to your Now, you are coming home with us. "Going home with you!" he exclaimed, in the same suppresses tone, ana with naming eyee. How dare you speak tome so! lam never going home!" "1 thins yon will" she said, with a smile that disclosed the little teeth like kernels of white corn in that sweet and wholesome mouth cf hers, "for 1 will sine you the Ava Maria' and the 'Jewel Song.' " She was making promises to vacancy, for Leonard was not there; but he had carried away her roses her bunch of great yellow roses in his band. He came, all the same, with the evening, although delaying till the church bells rang 9. Helena was alone, aod there were no lights in me room oiner man those shed from tne soft sea-eoai nre but that gleam illumined the deep claret tintof her velvet bodice and the goldnowerea gauze scarr she wore, till she looked like a Venetian donzella waiting to be painted by Perdea one. She was waiting for Leonard only; she had been watching for him and pacing the floor, in a suspense lest she bad gone too tar, mat was growing Deyona her bearing, as turn after turn she stopped at the window and saw no shadow on the garden walk. And when he came in, as he alwavs did, without knocking she was standing just beside the door, and her arms were aoout nis necu, ana their lipa mat together, and there wa3 no more doubt or darkuess between them. "To think, she said, by and by, "yonr being troubled about poor Giuseppe, with a wife whom he adores at home with their six children!" "Do not speak of it," be shuddered. "It is all too dreadful. Let me forget it. Or else I can hardly be glad of it as opening my eyes and giving vou to me at last" "And yon didn't know yon cared for me till I praetlced scales with a singing-master?" "Did yon!" "Why, I knew it always!" she said. "I knew you were a part of tne!" he cried. knew you were vital to ma I could not dream of existence without you. I cannot dream of existence without you now. I wtruld not live one hour if you were out of the world. Oh, Helena, my love, how awful it is that one person staying can make life heaven or hell, and going can eclipse the sun iteelfr "And would my going eclipse "the sun!" she asked, archly; "are you so different from other men that no other woman could console you!" - "i am amerent irom other men. J?'or me there is bat one womaa in the world: the rest are shadows. I never thought what it would be to love you before, you have seemed, without thinking, so inseparable from myself and my life. Helena, I don't know but I was happier berore i was happy; happier in my unconscious content" ut with ber head upon his breast, ana ner eyes gazing up at him eyes purple dark as the velvet of a heartsease petal, he knew that word were all in vain, that he was absorb mgly and tumultously happy now, and that he must make the mas at ft life was too long tor such buss to last. Aod Helena she kept feeling that now it was

time to die all other moments in life would seem pale and thin beside these supreme ones.

"How beautiful you are!" he cried. "Your eye have a light in them that does not belong to earth, and yonr smile is only the expression of an inner beauty " "Hush, hush!" she said. "You never used to speak to me so." "And perhaps I never shall again. I seem never to have seen or thought of it before. But it is not for your beauty that I love you. It would be all the same with me if you were scarred and marred. But I must speak now; this once I most lay my soul bare and let you know how precious you are to me. I must look at it myself. I never knew it till this year began. Singular phenomenon this love it is a burden, it is a dolor, but oh, what unspeakable delicious dolor!" ." " ' And the maiden to whom this fervid love was tendered slept upon the clouds by night, and seemed to walk a track of sunbeams'into heaven itself by day. All things shared her happiness, the people in the house and on the street,, the postman or .the tramp; it was never cloudy weather when. she, 'flung that smile across their way. It seemed good to staid old folks whose heyday was long over, like Aunt Annahle or Aunt Bettie, to see such irradiating bliss in the world; and it was good for all who crossed her path; she wanted them to be glad of her glad ness, and she pitied them so much to think they could not have that gladness for their own that she could not do enough for them. The lovers would probably have been married at once, had not the death of Helen's uncle, with whom she had alwayB lived, and the discovery of his insolvent estate, leaving her the three aunts with no one but herself on whom to rely, nece69arily postponed n?ftters a little. She made arrangements at once to take the scholars left after Signor Giuseppe's departure, and she plaved the organ for an early church, and received a salary for singing in the choir of a later one. And she stipulated before she marcied to be allowed to continue this course. But what a sweetness tnat year's engagement added to her life! When she was used to remember it afterward, it seemed only like one long, bright summer's day. Yet sweet as that was, the married life was sweeter. Leonard prospered in his profession; and the goodness of two or three grateful patients, who died at last, gave him the means to buy Cragsnest, a small estate upon the mountain side which they had long coveted. It was a trifle too far away from the town for a physician's convenience, but he had his office hours in town, and had succeeded so. well that he could afford indifference as to the accessibility of his house. What pleasure tbey had in beautifying the place! Every rose they planted they planted together. "Their blossoms will seem to be your breath," he said. Over all towered the dark forest of pines. 'I will never have one of them cut down," he said. "We hae sat beneath them so much that they have fed and grown great on our happiness; something of you has gone into them, Helena. When we are apart I always feel you there as I see the stars shining through them. There shall be no change here so long as you are the polestar of my being." "But the earth swings to new pole-stars," she said, mischievously, and then repenting the mischief. They had the satisfaction of children in arranging the interior of the house, also; this room looked out upon a purple mountain view; it should be fined in old-gold plush, and the tiles around the fire-plaee should be done in deepest crimson jacqueminot roses. This room opened on the rushing brook and its still, deep pool, like a bit of fal'en sky; its colors, lighted with crystals, should be the cool blues that doubted if they were not greens, like JEneiad's. "Splendid silk of foreign looms Where like a shoaling sea the lovely blao Played into green." This room, leading into the study, should be full of flowers and gay with summer chintz; and the library should have the velvet, mossy shadows of sunlit wood?. The aunts were coming to live with them, the aunts wbom Leonard loved as much as 6he did; and Helena clasped her hands in joy a hundred times a day to thh.k what a home it was, and how perfect the days would be in it. They hung, the pictures together chiefly Leonard's water colora liftine ana lowering them ana each other, ana thev pet up their books and arranged the details of their housekeeping plans, all in Leonard's spare moments; and there was - not, speaking loosely, a partjcle ;Aof . dust in the bouse that bad not connected with it some association, some romance, some facts of their lives, for both of them. The day that thev moved in was almost as much to Helena a& the day when, crying and laughing together, her fs.ee like sun and rainbows and April showers, she kissed her aunts and went away, having be come in law that part of Leonard which 6he had always been in fact "To walk to the end of the world together," he said She sat on the doorstep one night, years after ward, looking down the blue mist of the gorge that a long beam was just lighting with its dustv gold, and life seemed to her to stretch away lis an endless path among the Islands of the Blest. What a union was hers and Leonard's. 6he mused. Thev read the same books together and r-read the old ones; they almost thought the same thoughts together; they grew more alike each day; they had dropped the old quarrels about matters remote as the Puritans, possibly for new ones, but where they differed the difference only brightened their lives with gayety. Yet thev had their troubles together; at first some effort to make both ends meet some amazement to Helena to find her husband mortal enough to like his soup clear and his coffee hot, some revelation to Leonard that Helena had a temper of her own; and then the patients were a nuisance to ber, she hated them all especially, the Jwomen "who adored and confided in their doctor but not half so much a nuisance as the mmrie was to him. that filled his house with clatter and stole his wifa away every Sunday. And in these years, too, Helena had gone down between the gates of death, and as her husband bent beside her in her recovery, she realized afresh what she was to him, and how the breath of his life hung upon hers. "They are beautiful," he said of his children, "they are you. they are me, they are their own fresh new beings, the spark of whose lire was our love. But thev are nothing to me be side you, my darling." But when they died she taought his heart woula break. She herself felt as he bad thought he should feel a tender grief. a perfect love, a trust in the hand that gave them and reclaimed them; but Leonard was spared, and having Leonard she had all. And there was. moreover, a certain ecstasy in her sorrow, with the thought of what it. meant to have children in heaven. "It is a sacrament, she said to Leonard; "we had them, God has then?; God and we, and no others enter into it. It is a positive nd actual breakingof sacramental bread. And oh. my darling! " she would cry, throwing her arms about him, "since I have you " But as time went on, and no other children came, she saw what a grief it was to Leonard, what an increasing grief; bow he loved other people's children, and longed for his own. And she was content with only him. Yet for any and every drawback, what a perfect home theirs had been; what generous hospitality had reigned within Us open doors; how the poor knew its gates as the birds do the branching. trees; what cheerfulness, and sweetness, and gay, bright social life and love of man dwelt there! Once in awhile, it is true, Helena had a smoldering mood that blazed out when she suspected some woman of making sickness a pretense for the comfort of the doctor's presence, and wrathfuliy forbade him ever to bring that woman into the house ending always by carrying her. her"self. all manners of dainties, by dav, and sitting up with her at night Yes. on the wholft, an almost perfect home and no two days alike in it Leonard came and sat beside her as the purple began to wipe out the gold in the mist of the gorge below, and a pale star trembled out upon the upper air. "Ah, what a beautiful world it is! she sighed. " "Because you are in it," he"1 answered her, lightly. "Do you really think so still " she said, "when we have been married eight year3, and after all my tempers! "I shall think so forever. You are to me love lier than the day I married you a closer part of the nber or my inmost being, "I think I believe you," she said, half shyly. "I think if I were to die you are the one man in the world who would not marry again." "Jlarry again!" he cried, drawing her toward him fervently; "when I so detest second mar riages, that I bold them allowable only as evi donee that the first was no marriage at all! And I, who have been your husband, profane your memory by putting, another woman in your place! Thank Heaven, there are some thiugs

that are impossible!" and she . returned his embrace as fervently. ' "And I should' not live to marry again" he said. ' "If grief did not kill me, there are quieting potions that would. , What should I have to live for? How eould I survive the loss of half myself half myself from the day of yonr birth, and for eight years the very breath of my being! Not even death eould divorce two lives knit like ours!"" She had become so used to such asseverations, that I doubt if she would, not have felt a little wronged and defrauded had he failed to make it as emphatic. As it was, for some subtle reason, it only filled her with a deep and quiet satisfaction. "I pray that we may go together," ahe cried, clinging to him closely. To her he was the best, the vreatest. the loftiest, the loveliest man alive. He bad something of the largeness of the gods to their worshipers; something, too. of the helplessness of the child to its mother. She knew that her flashes and blazes and singing spells were only a succession of new experiences to him that gave her something of Cleopatra's infinite variety; she wondered why he was not more movfed by the marvelous voice of hers, the inmost sweetness of whose tones had a thrill that moved other men to tears, but then in turn she ccnld not stand spell-bound before the operations where bis surgeon's knife wrought

miracles; and her voice was but a pleasure of the senses, and his skill was the salvation of a life. She did not often let him see her in such tender mood as this; she would have died for him if it would have done him any good; she would have died with him any day he asked it She had a chance presently; v 1rO BE CONCLUDED NEXT SUNDAY. J Mary Ann. She is right weary of her days. Her long lone day of dusty kneeling; And yet "The thoughts of you," sha says, "Has took away my tired feeling." 'Tor when I've done the room." she says, "And cleaned it all from floor to ceilicg, A-leaning on my broom." she says, I do have such a tired feeling!" Bat he, the other laborer. Has left behind his moorland shieling, And comes at last to comfort hor, Because he lenows her "tired feeling." "I know'd you was to tome," Bhe says, " "For whyt I see'd the swallows -wheeling; And that's a sign to me, I says; I soon shall lose ray tired feeling." "Jll &s my Missus leave. I says; 1 canna' work; my heart wants healing; She gave it me, and smiles, and says. 'Well, that'll cure vour tired feeling.' " I "And o it will. For days and days I'm strong again and fit for kneeling; The thoughts o' seeing you." she says, "Has took away my tired fpeling." Arthur J. Munby. Sorrows of Wertlier. Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, Anda moral man wa? Werther, And for all the wealth of Ind Would do nothing that might hurt her. So he si ?hed, and pined, and ogled. And his passion boilei and bubblsl. Till he blew his silly brains out. And no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a weli -conducted person. Went on cutting-bread and butter. vil'.iam Makepeace Thackeray. In the Crn-wrt!. In the crowd, there she stands With a rose in her hands; SBtrong and straight, like the rose, Ijifts her head; no one knows Of th thorn that doth crick Her heart to the quick, No one guesses while rod The rose lifts its hend, And itc odorous breath Fills the air, that death S"nh pain-poisoned dart May be eating its heart. No one guesses or knows Where a proud heart be&tows It passion and rain. Js loss and its gain. No ore gueses or knows Wtat is death to the rose. Nora Perry. An Old Vagabond. lie was old and alone, and he sat on a stone to rest for a-svhile from the rond; His hear l was whie nd hu eye was bright and his wrinkles overflowed 1 With a mill content at the way life went: acd I closed P .U . 4. vug U'juk. uri uiy Rure 'I will venture a look in this living book.' I thought, as he greeted me And I said: "My friend, hav vou time to spend to tell me what makes you glad?" "Oh. ay. my lad." with a smiie; "I'm glad that I'm old, yet am never sad!" But why" said I; and his merry eye'made answer as much as bistongae: "Because" said he, "I'm poor and free, who was rich and a slave when when young." John Boyle O'Reilly. Lntet Ang-nlp. Ah! full of purest influence On human mind and mood. Of holiest joy to human sense. Are river field and wood; And hitter must all childhood be That knows a garden and a tree. Tor where can one diviner gleam Or. leajrues of houses lie? Ar d what of heaven can childhood dream That scarcely knows the 6kyf Yet sin and sorrow's pedigree Springs from a Garden and a Tree. -F. W. BourdiP.on. The Musician, He sa'led unto a foreign land, His tongue no ear could understand. He touched the violhord. and lo', Was heard the language all nearts know. illiam P finding, In The Critic. . A Poet. Patient he wrought, adjusting word to word. While loud th critics praised his perfect art; Till once, iu hasta. hv sulden passion stirred. He dropped those lines the world has got by heart. Bradford Torrey, In i ritic. The Dear Little Boy. Boston Becord. A little boy walked into a Washineton-Rtreet fancy goods store the other day and looked longingly around upon the beautiful thing?. "I want to buy a present for my cousin." he said timidly to a saleswoman, "and I haven't got very much money." 'Well, look in the case and see what you think you would like," she said in a kindly tone. The small customer looked and saw a costly little paper weight, a charmine solid bronze pug. painted in an irresistible life-likeness to a dog he knew. Hie face lit up with a broad smile: "That's just like Pudge," he said. "How much does it cost?" "Three and a half," replied the girl behind the counter. The child's amile grew broader yet. "I'll take it," be said. "Ju3t think! I'll have some money left." He pulled off his mitten and disclosed in his warm little nalm a silver ten cent piece. He thought that she meant three cents ana a half! An Andorer 111 ast ration. Boston Herald. A young lady was visitine in Andover not long since, and in the course of conversation with itev ur. , emeritus professor, etc., waa asked by him how she would like it if she left money to pay for instruction in Fiench In a particular institution, and a professor supported by her endowment should teach German instead. Her reply was that she should not like it at all. out she wouia certainly expect that tne professor would teach French as it was spoken at the time. The learned ex-professor smiled, said that he had not been fortunate in his choice of as illustration, and passed to another topic of conversation. Ater's Cherry Pectoral cures Colds, Coughs and Consumption; an uneoualed anodyne ex pectorant

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nfas Magee Spends a Delightful Day in an Ancient Scandinavian lown. The Famous Island of Gottland and Its Rains Its Former Political and Commercial Importance and Its Vast Wealth. Correspondence of the Indianapolis Journal. . Stockholm, Dec. 5, 1886. One of the most picturesque and interesting places in Scan dinavia is the island of Gottland, in the Baltic sea, distant south and east from Stockholm about one hundred and thirty miles. Com munication is had from thia city by a line of steam vessels which make the trip five times a week. It is usually an unpleasant and some what tempestuous voyage, as the waters of the Baltic between the main land and the island are generally in a state of agitation, which induces a corresponding agitation in the passen ger's stomach, and hence it is only those who are not subjected to seasickness that make the trip as a mere matter of pleasure. The picturesqueness of the island is found in its sea coast, its limestone promontories; its beautiful woods, charming drives and salubrious atmosphere, while historical interest is everywhere stimulated in the decaying evidences of its earlier civilization and wealth, its ereat walls of defense, its ruined churches, forts, and monas teries, now crumbling in hopeless and dilapidated rum. The island is about eighty miles in length and thirty in width in its widest portion. The climate being a milder degree than that on either the Swedish or Russian coast, it is enabled to produce fruits and grains found in no other nation of Northern Europe. The island, since the seventeenth century.has belonged to the kingdom of Sweden, and one of the tities of the Crown Prince of Sweden is that of the Duke of Gottland. It is here that the only sister of the king resides, the Princess Eugenia, now a woman fifty-six years of age, unmarried, and who devotes her time and her income to church and charitable works. Her home is pleasantly situated on a high range of rocky cliffs looking out over the waters of the Baltic It is a plain wooden structure, surrounded by neat groves, paths, shrubbery and a small native forest. The Princess is a recluse and an invalid, and she could have hardly chosen a spot where the combination of art and nature are more perfectly blended, and where the life of one withdrawn from the world would be less disturbed or interfered with. As I walked through the ground that perfect summer day, or sat on one of the many benches placed at some convenient point of view, and watched alternately the fussy old chamberlain in his antiquated uniform, or the constant shifting of the light on the sea; I thought of our own busy life at home and contrasted it with this quiet, serene, never-in-a-hurry one, you see all about you in Scandinavia. Here was rest, absolute rest, and it seemed as if all nature had settled down into lethargy, after the tumultuous and warlike scenes that had been enacted many centuries before on these same waters and on this same peaceful shore. For it was not always as it is now in this beautiful island of Gottland. There was a time when the sleepy city, sitting so quietly now in that little rounded bay, surrounded by that great wall, here and there fallen -into decay, and all long since in - . - . t . . aisupe, witn its ivy "creeping wnere no lire ib seen" all about it; where nations fought for su premacy, and a royal plunderer desolated its fairest ports and despoiled the inhabitants of their wealth; when it was the scene of the busi- . et commercial actrvitv in the world; when the ships and merchants of all nations brought to and departed from the harbor of Visbv with all kinds of merchandise. Then it was the great inter changing port between the East and the West, and it was the' wealth accumulaced in these en terprises that led the cupidity of a neighboring King to sacs and destroy this great mart of trade. Its glory has departed, and Iebabod is written long since en its banners; but Visby, with ita wonderful history, will always live as the one prominent factor in Western civilization and en terprise. The city of Visby is situated on the west coast of the island where the Baltio bites into the land from north to south; the formation of the coast line makes a large and safe harborage for vessels. and before the days of sea-walls, piera and jet ties it was one of the safest and best natural harbors to be found in either the Baltic or North sea. Liong before the formation of the Hanseatie League Visby was the most important marine city in northern Europe. The word Visby means place of sacrifice, and it was here that captives taken in the predatory piratical excur sions constantly being earned on in the Baltio and North seas were brought and put to death. It grew in importance because of its convenient position on the great commercial route estab lished in the twelfth century between Asia, Novogorod, in Russia, and the Baltic, and at the point where this route was intersected by the stream of western European traffic Hence, it became the great emporium and depot of the Western and Eastern world. It was an important factor of the Hauseatic League, where all nations had their representatives. Its wealth was something fabulous. This was largely U6ed. as was then the custom, in the erection or churches and the building of walls. There were at one time three monasteries and fourteen churches within the walls of the city, and one church to the south, outside of tne wall. All but one of these churches are in various stages of decay and ruin. The present cathedral ehurch was originally built bv the Germans, and has since been restored, and is now used as a place of worsHip. The churches were all built near together, and are constructed of a dark blue limestone, of very hard texture. The architecture is in both the gothie and Romanesque style, while in St Nicholas, by far the handsomest and largest, the two styles are combined. With probablv the exception of the old castle at Heidelberg, St. Nicholas at Visby, is the most interesting and best-preserved ruin in northern Europe. Certainly nothing in any of the Rhenish provinces compares to it. Originally it was a grand building, beautiful in its outlines, massive in its construction and simple but elaborate in its ornamentation. The walls are standing, and recently the Swedish government has made an appropriation to restore the more needed parts of all the ruined churches. The facade of St. Nicholas, looking towards the sea, contained two rose windows. In the middle of eaeh, so says the local historian, was a brilliant carbuncle. This church was built in the twelfth century and destroyed in the thirteenth. The workmanship of these old remnants is simply perfect, and the modern builder and worker in stone could here find that his art, at least, has not progressed with time. The Visby defense wall Is the most remarkable of all the evidences of . the earlier prowess and wealth of the people. This wall was erected at the close of the thirteenth century, on the site, as I was informed, of a still earlier walL It is about one mile in length, and is in the shape of a hollow square the two lateral ends commencing at the coast, running back beyond the town, and then being united by a long wall in the rear. thus cutting off all approach to the town except from the sea. There were originally forty-eight towers, from sixty to seventy feet in height, while placed between them, in equal distances. are what are called saddle towers, built on cor bels. But few of the latter remain. Altogether, the wall is in an excellent state of preservation. testifying to the durability of the material and workmanship used in its constructions Visby was the most strongly fortified town of the Hauseatic League, and in addition to the wall there was a large fort that commanded the har bor a mere remnant of this remains. In 1361 the town of Visby was besieged, and nnany capturea by valdemar. King of Den mark, who not only despoiled the churches of their riches, but compelled the rich merchants to assemble with all their monev. jewels and other valuables in the market space, which he took from them, and afterwards butchered all the burghers With his spoil he loaded two ships, one of which contained the carbuncle from the rose window. The vessel was shipwrecked near an adjacent Island, and it is said that the precious stones have from time to time been seen illuminating the depths of the sea. There is a tower in the wall shown the visitor. in which, tradition says, a young girl, the love

of Valdemar, and who betrayed the city-into bis bands, was afterwards built into as a punish

ment for her treachery. It is called the Jur.gfrautoon, or maiden's tower. It is always best and much more comfortable to aecept without questioning the truth of all tradition, and hence I examined this famous tower iu which" the -reckless maiden had suffered death, in the full belief that 1 might find some confirmatory evidence of ber unhappy fate. All has been dissipated; but, like the youth who fired theEphesiaa dome, she survives, in the tradition of Visby, and outlives the memory of those who built the wall, or imprisoned her in the maiden's tower. The capture by Valdemar, and the discovery of the sea passage by the way of the Cape of Good Hope by Vascoe de Gams, the Portuguese navigator, in the fifteenth century, thus diverting the Asian trade over the new route, forever destroyed the commercial prosperity and importance not only of Visby but of all the Baltio "towns belonging to the Hanseatie League. At one time Visby contained something like fifty thousand people within its walls, while now it numbers but about seven thousand. The town itself is quaintly picturesque. Here one sees the ancient gothic, mediaeval, and more modern arch itecture side by side, while the same irregular, narrow and crooked streets as you find in Lubeek and Stettin testify to German influences in the early origin of the town. It, however, preserved its own language, and it was here that the early stream pf Scandinavian literature had its origin a stream that flowed steadily until it gave to all the Scandinavian peninsula a rich and mellifluous tongue in part as soft as the Italian and' as rugged as the German. Here, too, the nrta were first practiced, and one may have some evidences of the perfectness and extent of the knowledge of the islanders in working wood and all metals by a walk through the Natural Museum, at Stockholm, said to contain the most complete collection in Europe. Much of interest could ba written of this aneient town, but the limits of a newspaper letter are insufficient to this end I quitted the island with regret, and now look back on my visit as the red-letter day in my Scandinavian residence. Next summer, 1 trust, I may again find my way to Gottland, and if there is any Indianian who would like to accompany me, I assure him in advance of hearty welcome. M. Dr. Schliemaun Finds Some More Prehistoric Houses. London Academy. Dr. Schliemann. accompanied by his wife, baa left Athens for a voyage up the Niie as f ar as the second cataract. He hopes to be able to begin excavation in Crete in the spring, on his re- ' turn from Egypt. Originally he had intended resuming his work at My ken e, in the hope of discovering the palace of the Atreidsa. His calculation was that about one hundred "laborers would be necessary during three years, for removing the accumulated debris in the acropolis and in the lower town. However, the Greek Archaeological Society resolved upon taking the matter in hand, and has been engaged on the work since June last. Owing to the small number of laborers engaged (sixteen) the work has gone on slowly. No gold ornaments have been found except a gold wire in spirals. The surmise that a prehistoric building would come to light has been verified. On this subject Dr. Schliemann writes to a friend: "A fortnight ago I was at Makene, and I have convinced myself that on the summit of the rock the foundations of the prehistoric edi fice have really been found. But they have afterward been altered, and evidently been used for a Doric structure probably a temple. The prehistoric building seems to have been the old palace. Of the walls no trace is preserved. On the other hapd, at the south side, below the summit, one-half of a hall and a little room have been brought to light, which seem to belong to the old paiace all the more so as in the hall itself one-half of a round hearth, exactly as in Troy and Tiryns, is preserved. "Of the walls of this hall, and of the little room, also, a portion still exists. The walls have the same style of building as those of the Tirynthian Palace; that is, they consist of a lower part of quarry -stone and olay and above of sun-dried bricks; and they are first covered with a thick layer of olay dressing, and then with a wall dressing of lime. This palace has also beeq desttoyed by fire: and the heat was so fierce that nothing has been preserved of the wall paintings in situ. In the rubble, however, several pieces of painted wall plaster were found. I also found some such at Mvkene in 1876." No further excavations have been made on tha slope of .he castle rock. On the lower terrace, where tLe laborers were afterward set to work that is, to the right of Dr. Schiiemann's former excavations a small bouse with three little rooms was discovered.' In the largest of these the fire-place is in the center (as is alwavs the case) and in good preservation. With the exception of some fragments of terra cotta vases and idols, no finds dating back to a prehistoric e?och have been made. A Doric capital was fr-nnd, which seems to belong to the later building cn the summit of the rock. Beecher's Theology. Boston Advertiser." Rev. Henry Ward Beecher's theologv Is no where accepted as the model of orthodoxy, but the comment which he made in his Sunday ser mon upon the trial of the Andover professors , was, perhaps, more definitely heretical than he has yet ventured upon. "There is no doubt," he declared, "that we must be taught at some intermediary place, some half-way house, between this world and final immortality." The significance of this statement is that, while, heretofore, Mr. Beeoher has held this view vaguely. as a pereonal hope or belief, he now bluntly challenges the old theology by proclaiming it as something of which there can be no doubt, Mr. Beecher is wiser than the Andover visitors by admitting at the start that he "cannot give proof of this." "j The Early Poet's Doom. - Brooklyn Eagle. . Young womln, listen to this: Tom Moors began to write poems when he was a boy of fourteen, Southey wrote his first verses when b,e was eleven, Heats was a successful poet ai eighteen, Leigh Hunt talked in rhyme at thir teen, Chaucer at twelve and Milton when he was only ten. And where are they now, Ethel! Where are they nowl They are dead.- Go wash the ink offn your thumb and help your mothor f are the potatoes, Ethel, if you would live lone. '11 write the poetry: I don't care to live anr longer. P. S. In fact, I'd rather die than para the potatoes. 1 Giving; Himself Away. Puck. Mrs. Dacre (in an effort to start the conversation) Now, Major, which was it the lady or the tiger? Major Goitall (who has been on the plains for ten years, has recently lost some money, and is not familiar with literary chestnuts) R-eally, Mrs. Dacre, if any rumors have cotno to your ears with regard to my er conduct since I came East, you must at least give me the benefit of a Scotch verdict not proven, you know. It Looks That Way. Sprinefleld Republican. - It looks as If the people of the West were alive to the necessity of protecting the integrity of elections. Joe Mackin. the most expert "fine worker" in thj country, adorns the Joliet penitentiary; some of those guilty of the Cincinnati frauds have been punished, nine men have been indicted at Columbus, aud those committing the Indianapolis frauds may yet be reached. It Takes Time. Springfield Republican. We are not likely to get the decision of the Andover visitors on Professor Smyth's case at once, as seems to be expected in Boston. The board are likely to take days, and perhaps weeks, in goiDg over the mass of matter presented for their consideration. Trial for heresy is not a holiday task on either side. The venerable Dr. William Bacon Stevens, who, on Monday, celebrated the quarter-centennial anniversary of his Protestant Episcopal bishopric of Pennsylvania, appears at last to have regained fully his health and vigor. At the time of his election the diocese comprised the whole State of Pennsylvania, and he used to travel many hundreds of miles every year in wagons and on horseback. There are row three dioceses in the State, that of Pennsylvania now comprising' only the counties of Philadelphia; Chester, Delaware, Bucks and Montgomery. The clergy and churches of those five counties are now more numerous than were those of the whole State twenty-five years ago.

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