Jasper Republican, Volume 1, Number 40, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 June 1875 — Page 1

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THE NEWS.

A London telegram of the 9th says Gen. Baballs had defeated the Alphonsists at Blanes, after two days* fighting, capturing their guns, stores, and 140 prisoners. A severe storm passed over Paris on the 9th, causing great damage. There 'were many accidents, and traffic was wholly suspended in the streets. The damage done in Paris alone is estimated at 11,000,000 francs. The Sultan of Zanzibar reached London on a visit to Queen Victoria on the 9th. The President has appointed Gov. Axtell, of Utah Territory, to be Governor of New Mexico, vice Giddings, deceased, and Geo. W. Emery Governor of Utah, mice Axtell. According to a Washington dispatch of the 9th the Interior Department did not regard the late visit of the Indians to Washington as a failure. The department did not expect to effect a treaty relating to the Black Hills with the Indians while in Washington. The object was to discuss the subject with them and prepare them for some arrangement after a return of the expedition which had been sent out to determine whether there is gold there or not. A Wllkesbabre (Pa.) dispatch of the Sth says there was no prospect of the miners of the Wyoming region resuming work. Mr. Evarts finished his eight-days’ argument for the defense in the Tilton Beecher trial on the Bth, and Mr. Beach began his plea in behalf of the prosecution on the 9th. The New Hampshire Legislature, on the Vth, elected Person O. Cheney (Rep.) Governor and Charles H. Powers (Rep.) Railroad Commissioner. The International Typographical Convention, lately in session in Boston, has selected Philadelphia as the place, and July 1,1876, as the time, for holding the next annual convention.

The Minnesota Republican State Convention is to be held on the 28th of July Gov. Davis is not a candidate for renomination. The editor of the Galveston (Tex.) News having been cited by Judge Morrill, of the United States District Court, to answer for certain comments upon the Judge’s decision in a case of violation of the Civil-Rights law, the Judge dismissed the case on the 9th on the ground that there was no intent to obstruct justice, and that publishers have liberty to apply any epithet to the J udge of the court without being in contempt for so doing. Rev. J. 8. Shipman, of Kentucky, has been elected Episcopal Bishop of Northern Wisconsin. The Ohio Supreme Court has decided that the property of benevolent societies, including the Masonic and similar organizations, heretofore exempt, is subject to taxation. Gen. Sheridan has announced that all parties who contemplate entering the Big Horn country will be prevented from doing so by the military authorities. On the 27th of May the steamer Vicks, burg left Quebec for Liverpool. On the Ist of June, in latitude 46:34 north, longitude 47:58 west, she was crushed by heavy ice and went down, carrying with her not less than forty souls, including the Captain. i mortality in the Fiji Islands from measles is said to be frightful. A box containing a quantity of Protest ant books consigned to an American resident of Spain was lately confiscated at one of the Spanish Custom-Houses, and the attention of Minister Cushing has been called to the act. The Prince Bishop of Breslau has been sentenced to a fine of 2,000 marks or 133 days’ imprisohment for illegally excommunicating a priest.

The delegates to the National Christian Association lately in session at Pittsburgh adopted anti-secret society resolutions. Hon. J. B. Walker, of Illinois, was nominated for President and Donald Kirkpatrick, of New York, for Vice-President of the United States. Gov. Cheney, of New Hampshire, was inaugurated on the 10th. A convention of the productive and other industrial classes has been called to meet at Indianapolis, Ind., on the 18th of August. On the 10th the Chicago papers announced that the Illinois Central and the Chicago, Altqp & St. Louis Railroads had decided to pool thjir earnings between competing points. Prof. Jenney, of the exploring expedition to the Black Hills region, on the 9th telegraphed to Washington that the formations in the vicinity of the Black Hills were of a recent geological age and not auriferous. The Maryland Democratic State Convention has been called to meet in Baltimore on the 21st of July, to nominate State officers. The Indiana State Temperance Convention recently held at Indianapolis adopted a platform of resolutions recognizing the temperance work as the work of God; recommending that drinking habits be made a disqualification in the election or appointment to offices of trust and profit; agreeing not to vote for anyone known to use liquor as a beverage ; arguing that it is the duty of the Government to protect the people from' the traffic and denying the right to license dram-shops, etc., etc. Bismarck has prohibited the circulation of the Cathoiic Gaeette, of Baltimore, Joy two yean in Germany,

THE JASPER REPUBLICAN.

VOLUME I.

A rawroad accident occurred near Bath, England, on the 11th. Several persons were killed and many seriously injured. The Agricultural Department at Washington has statistics carefully collected by responsible persons in the following States, giving the number of live hogs in Indiana, Illinois, lowa, Missouri, Ohio, Kentucky and Wisconsin on the Ist of January last at 14,212,800. It was estimated that returns from other States would make the hog crop for the year over 18,000,000. . A Washington telegram of the 11th says the headquarters of the National Grange of Patrons of Husbandry would shortly be removed to Louisville, Ky. The members of the dry goods house of H. B. Claflin & Co., New York, have recently been indicted for dealing in smuggled silk goods, knowing them to be such, and have given bail in the sum of $20,000 each. The following officers were elected by the International Typographical Union at its late session in Boston: President, Walter H. Bell, of Philadelphia; First Vice-President, James Harper, of Montreal ; Second Vice-President, C. F. Sheldfti, of Kansas City; Secretary and Treasurer, Wm. A. Hutchinson, of Chicago; Corresponding Secretary, W. 8. Pride, of Wilmington, Del. The California Republican State Convention met at San Francisco on the 11th and nominated Hon. T. G. Phelps for Governor, Joseph M. Cavis for Lieu-tenant-Governor, O. H. Hallett for Secretary of State, Wm. Beckman for Treasurer. The Administration of President Grant was indorsed, and his third-term letter declared to be explicit as to the third-term agitation. The Chicago Timet of the 11th states that the Supervising Architect of the Treasury and the engineers appointed to examine the walls of the new CustomHouse building in that city had condemned the entire structure and advised its demolition.

Details were given in a late Panama dispatch of a fearful earthquake which occurred in New Granada on the 18th ult Large portions of the cities of Ban Cayetana, Gramalata, Arboleda, Cucuta and Ban Cristobel were destroyed, and several thousand persons were reported killed. A late libel suit against the Pittsburgh Daily Post, brought by W. D. Moore, formerly Chairman of the Democratic County Committee, has terminated in a verdict for the plaintiff for SIO,OOO damages. The Post had denounced Moore as an Impostor, etc. A gang of cattle-thieves was overtaken by a company of State troops near Brownsville, Tex., on the 18th, and their whole number were killed. One of the soldiers was fatally shot. The safe of the United States man-of-war Cumberland, which was run into and sunk in Hampton Roads by the Confederate ram Virginia, in 1862, has recently been recovered by a diver. The safe contained between $60,000 and SIOO,OOO in gold, and was found in seventy-eight feet of water.

THE MARKETS.

NEW YORK. Livb Stock. —Beef Cattle— Hogs —Live, $7.37*[email protected]. Sheep—Live, [email protected]. BBBADSTurra.—Flour —Good to choice, $5.20@ 5.50; white wheat extra, [email protected]. Wheat —No. 2 Chicago, [email protected]; No. 2 Northwestern, [email protected]; No. 2 Milwaukee spring, $1.13@ I. Rye—Western and State, [email protected]. Barley—sl.26®l.Bo.. Corn—Mixed Western, 78® 82c. Oats—Mixed Western, 71®73c. Provisions.—Pork—New Mess, [email protected]. Lard—Prime Steam, 13M@13Xc. Cheese-6® llMc. Wool.—Domestic fleece. 42®63c. CHICAGO. Lrvs Stock.—Beeves —Choice, |6.25®6.50; good, [email protected]; medium, $5.50®5.75; butchers’ stock, $4.00®5.25; stock cattle, [email protected]. Hogs—Live, [email protected]. Sheep—Good to choice, $4.00®4.50. Provisions. —Butter —Choice, 23®28c. Eggs— Fresh, 14®14Kc. Pork—Mess, $19.30<%19.35. Lard —[email protected]. Brbadstutts.—Flour—White Winter Extra, [email protected]; spring extra, [email protected]. Wheat — Spring, No. 2, 9l@97Hc. Com—No. 2,67 M @6Bc. Oats—No. 2, 59H@60c. Rye-No. 3, 97@98c. Barley—No. 2, $1.26@L28. Lumbbr.—First Clear, [email protected]; Second Clear, [email protected]; Common Boards, slo.oo® 11. Fencing, $11.00; “A” Shingles, $2.75 @3.00; Lath, [email protected]. CINCINNATI. Bmadstunfs. Flour —$5.30®5.40. WheatRed, [email protected]. Com—7l@73c. Rye—sl.oß @l.lO. Oats—66®69c. Barley—No. 2, $1,[email protected]'5. Provisions.—Pork—[email protected]. Lard—l2£ @l3c. ST. LOUIS. Livb Stock.—Beeves—Good co choice, $6.75© 6.50. Hogs—Live, [email protected]. Bbbadstutm. —Flour—XX Fall, [email protected]. Wheat—No. 2 Red Fall, [email protected]. CornNo. 2, 67*4@68c. Oats—No. 2,60@61c. RyeNo. 2, [email protected]. Barley—No. 2, $1.20© 1.92. Provisions.--Pork—Mess, [email protected]. Lard —l2>4@l3c. - MILWAUKEE. Brnadstutvs.—Flour—Spring XX, [email protected]. Wheat—Spring, No. 1, $1.04>[email protected]; No. 2,994 c @sl.oo. Oom—No. 2, 65«@66c. Oats—No. 2, 59K@60c. Bye—No. 1, 94@95c. Barley—No. 2, [email protected]. DETROIT. Brnadstutts. —Wheat—Extra, [email protected]*4. Com—No. 1, 69@73c. Oats—No. 1, 61@61fcc. TOLEDO. BRBADsrurTs. —Wheat Amber Michigan, $1.22@1.»H; No. 2 Red, CornHigh Mixed, 72K@73c. Oats—No. 2, 62®62Hc. CLEVELAND. Bbnadsttots.—Wheat—No. 1 Red, sl.23K@ 1.24; No. 2 Red, $1.18*[email protected]. Corn—High Mixed, 74@75c. Oats—No. 1, 66*4@67c. BUFFALO. Livb Stock. Beeves—[email protected]. Hogs— Live, [email protected]. Sheep—Live [email protected]. EAST LIBERTY. Lrrx Stock.—Beeves—Best, $7.25®7.50; me dium, [email protected]. Hogs—Yorkers, [email protected]; Philadelphia, [email protected]. Sheep—Best, $5.26@ 5.50; medium. [email protected]. Carl Schurz is mousing in the official archives in Berlin for documents relating to the early history of the United States which he proposes to write.

" 1 *' "■ "• ■ 1 • ■ ii —■ ■■ OUR AIM: TO FEAR GOD, TfcUL THE TRUTH AND MAKE

RENSSELAER, INDIANA, FRIDAY, JUNE 18, 1875.

Loss of the Steamship Vicksburg.

Naw York, Jmw 10. The steamship State of Germania, which arrived this morning, brought five seamen of the Dominion Line steamship Vicksburg, from Montreal for Liverpool, which was sunk by ice-on Tuesday, June 1. The men were picked up June 5 nearly dead from exposure, but since then have been rapidly inftwoving. They tell a fearful tale of distress. Other boats were launched with a large number of persons, but the greater number were seen to perisn without getting in the boats. The Vicksburg went down in the midst of ice, and the boat was surrounded by icebergs and a field of ice when picked up. The other boats have not yet been heard from. The five men rescued had their feet and legs very much swollen, so much so that their boots had to be cut from their feet. They are still suffering from their great exposure to the wet and cold, but are recovering as fast as could be expected. The statement of James Crowley, one of the survivors, is to the effect that there were on board a crew of sixty men, eight saloon passengers—five men and three ladies—and about twenty steerage passengers, of whom four were females. On Bunday evening, May 30, they encountered large fields of ice, but succeeded in avoiding any serious accident until about noon on the next day, when the ship struck heavily aft on the port quarter, carrying away the fans of the propeller, and a hole was knocked through the plates on that quarter, through which the ship made a great deal of water. The hole was stopped up with sails, so that but little water came in, and then all hands were employed in throwing the cargo overboard. On the morning of June lan examination showed the after-steerage to be filled with water, and six feet and a half of water in the main hold wells. The fires in the engine-room were soon drowned out, and the Captain gave orders to launch the boats with their respective crews and told them to mind that the distance from St. Johns was 120 miles northwest. Crowley says: “Iproceeded to launch No. 1, and it was capsized in lowering. She was full of water. O’Brien and I baled her partly out, when Grogan, Wilkinson and Williams jumped in. We could not hang on to the ship owing to the sea on and the ice about. O’Brien saw the Captain on the bridge beckoning the boat back, we having drifted about 150 yards from the ship. The ship sunk about ten o’qtock, floating boat No. 2 from her chocKs with the chief officer and about thirty people in her. She got clear and pulled to the windward. O’Brien, after the ship went down, saw the Captain and some persons floating on a bale of hay among the wreckage. We tried all we could to pick them up, but, owing to the boat being half full of water and the ice about, were not able to do so. We slipped our mast, kept company with the other boat for about two hours, and then lost sight of them to westward. We decided then to steer south to get clear of the ice. We hove the boat to, with an oar and a bucket as a drag, till daylight on Wednesday morning. We had in the boat about three gallons of water, forty pounds of raw beef, fourteen pounds of bread wet with salt water, ana a compass, which did not fall out when the boat capsized. Again we put sail on the boat and steered south, the wind blowing from the northward and westward all throughout the scene, and bitterly cold. About four o'clock in the afternoon we hauled the boat’s head to the northeast till Thursday morning, then tacked to the westward till about three o’clock in the afternoon, and again lay to with the drag till nine o’clock in the evening, when we took in the drag and made sail, and stood to the northeast till Friday morning at daylight. We then tacked to the southwest till mid-day; tacked again to northeast till morning, when about half-past ten o’clock we sighted your ship. We got out the oars and pulled away dead to windward till you picked us up. I think that forty-odd people, with the Captain, went down with the ship. We had blankets on our boat for the three ladies and stewardess, which were lost when the boat capsized. We saw no ladies in the chief or second of* fleer’s boat”

ITEMS OF INTEREST.

A bad hub-bub—Jesse Pomeroy. If John Bull finds the North Pole no one will quarrel with him about the right of possession. The Chicago Times' Washington correspondent says that Senator Jones laughs at his recent loss of $700,000 in Panama stock speculations, as it is “a mere flea-bite” to him. Oregon papers are bragging because a vessel built in that State has made the quickest run of the season from San Francisco to Liverpool with a cargo of wheat, outstripping the crack ships of several nations. The town of Wilkesbarre, Pa., is gradually settling into the quicksands that underlie it. The Record of the Times estimates that in the brief period of 8,000,000 years it will sink below the surface of the earth. Universalism, says the Christian Lead er, has advanced more in New York and Brooklyn during the past seven years than in the forty years previous. The number of churches has been about doubled, and churches that were then feeble missions are now strong. Australia has a big tree, too, and it is gratified to think that there is not time for an American vandal to go over, chop it down, and take it to the Centennial. It is 480 feet long—an announcement which will shake the midriff of hundreds with envy, hatred, malice, and all uncharitableness. A public-spirited citizen of Pitts burgh, Pa., with an eye to the main chance, has offered to furnish an excellent band of music to perform every afternoon and evening in some of the prominent parks of that city if he will be granted the exclusive monopoly of the ice-cream business on the premises. Jesse Pomeroy’s sentence is to be commuted to imprisonmeut for life. The Council, after much solemn deliberation, concluded that there is a punishment worse than death for Jesse. It is to shut him up where the sight of passing children will tempt him to feel around for a bottle of vitriol without fluding it,— Brooklyn Argw,

. FACT ATT) A * ■ * You count your dollars by the thousands, I my pennies by the score; * Your coachman drives you in your carriage, Streetcars pass my humble door; You can ride for daily pleasure, I to church, but seldom more. You are robed in costly fabrics, I am clad in cotton gown; Music fills your halls and parlors, Songs of birds for me float down; Sheltered are your winter roses, Mine are lying crisp and brown. ** For your friends we costly pleasures, More than I would dare to guess; Mine in welcomes find such treasures As I have—nay, words express Meagerly my joy in greeting Many a tried and welcome guest. You have ease and I have labor; Ji have cares you cannot know; Wants have I, but would not barter My dew home for all your show. Those who love me love sincerely— Gift that wealth cannot bestow. —Youth's Companion.

THE LITTLE GREEN POCKETBOOK.

John Singleton stood on the street corner waiting for his car. Business hours were over; he was going home—a bachelor’s home in a boarding-house, but none the less grateful to his imagination just then. A fine rain fell, the pavement was clogged with sticky, halfmelted snow, and altogether the evening was comfortless as evening can well be in early April, when the cheering hope of warm suns and dry streets is immediately at hand. The jingling car came by crowded, as always at that hour of the day. Mr. Singleton had to run half a square in the mud to catch it, a proceeding which did not improve his temper. He clutched a strap and glared gloomily at the ladies who monopolized seats, resentful, as a business man is apt to be, of the appearance of women in public conveyances at half-past five in the afternoon. Keeping his eye on the straw under foot, he paid no attention whatever to his neighbors—if, indeed, one can be said to have such in a horse-railway carriage.

Sixteenth street—Twenty-fourth—Thir-ty-second—Fortieth. The car emptied rapidly. As the last lady left rose to get out a small green book became visible, half hidden by the folds of her goWn. “I beg pardon—you have dropped something,” said John, picking it up. “Sir!” “ This book—you dropped it.” The old lady looked acidly, first at the book and then at John. “ The article is not mine,” she remarked, frigidly. Then she got out. Mr. Singleton was the sole remaining passenger. His impulse was to hand the book to the conductor, but a glance at that worthy’s face checked him. “Better advertise,” he thought; and, signaling the car te stop, he alighted in the mud of upper Broadway. His landlady opened the door in a nervous flutter. “Oh, sir, it’s you at last! There’s a telegraphic boy been waiting for you for ever so long.” Sure enough, there sat the boy; and the result of his message was that in half as hour John Singleton was speeding on his way to Western New York by the night express, a hastily-packed sachel under his feet, and his head full of other business than that of finding owners to lost property. The little green pocketbook remained behind in the pocket of the office-coat flung aside at the moment of departure.

There it might have remained for months, if, diving one day, man-fashion, after some lost article, his fingers had not happened to encounter it. This was a fortnight or so after his return. “ Hallo! what’s this?” he said. It was a moment before he recollected. “Bless me! this is too bad. I had forgotten the thing completely. I must be looking up the owner if there’s enough in it to pay for an advertisement.” He released the elastic strap and opened the pages. There was no money, no place for any. The little book was a diary, shabby, green-bound, with no name on the title-page. Most of the leaves were blank, a few only being scribbled over in a light, girlish hand* writing. John glanced over these in search of a clew, and pretty soon, growing interested, drew his chair to the fire, cocked up his feet and proceeded to read regularly.

The diary began: “ Oct. s.—Last night Alice and Tom and I went to Dr. Bellows’ lecture. It was interesting. He said that the great thing in life is direction, that is, that po matter how far off our aims seem, if our faces are only set toward them we are sure to get there some day. In the very middle of the cold winter, he said, we turn a corner and begin to go toward the spring, and it is as if we were there, because we are certain. That is beautiful. 1 shall try to recollect it when things seem especially contrairy, as they do sometimes. “ Oct. B.—l have been making my winter bonnet, or rather warming over the old one, for it is Alice’s turn to have the new this year. She ought to always, she has to see such stylish people in the houses where she teaches. The old brown felt doesn’t look bad, considering it is its third appearance. I’ve steamed the velvet, and curled the feather with a hot penknife, and tucked in a little blue bow, and Tom says it’s ‘ gorgeous.’ Tom is always funny about my things. “ The pudding Tom likes so much! “ Take eight large baking apples, pare, core, and lay them in a deep dish. Put a little sugar and a mite of cinnamon in each. Soak a teacupful of tapioca in a quart of viWr tor bow,'

then pour on, and bake till the apples are pink and tender. Milk and sugar. “ Marianne gave me this recipe. Tom says he wishes he could have it three times a week, but I tell him apples are very erpenstee. “ Nov. I.—l’ve been to a party, quite a large one. It was at the Almys’. Ellen Almy asked me, and papa said I might for once, because it did no harm to see the vanity of things. I think the vanity of things is very pleasant! There was a great discussion over what I should wear. Alice invented a trimming for my poplin out of mamma’s old blue silk and lent me her locket and pocket-handker-chief trimmed with edging. Alice is so dear! I left my hair down my back because Tom likes it best so, and the blessed boy made me a present'of a pair of new gloves—kids, pale yellow, with two buttons. I nearly cried over them, the poor fellow has so little money*; but he said Flossy must be ‘ swell,’ cost what it might. I had a rose for my hair off Alice’s bush and, altogether, regarded myself as very fine until I reached the Almys’; then, as papa would say, I found my level, for the girls were gorgeous, Lily in white silk, Ellen in lovely pink crape, with her hair powdered. Oh, 1 can’t pretend to remember, but they looked beautiful! After all, I had j ustas nice a time, for I danced every dance, in spite of my old blue; the German included. Such a kind, pleasant boy took me in to supper, and I spoiled my gloves by getting ice-cream on the thumb. Alice has put on benzine, but they won’t ever look so nice again. However, I never expect to go to any more parties, so, except for their being dear Tom’s present, it doesn’t matter.

“Why, what a baby this is,” soliloquized Singleton, at this point. “ I didn’t know that there were any such girls left.’’ “ Nov. 10.—Studied, read, practiced, made gems for tea. Papa called them capital. “ Nov. 15.—Ditto, ditto. “ Christmas Day.—'The owl for all his feathers is a-cold.’ Just come from church. We decided not to give any presents to each other this year, but spend the tiny bit we could spare on Mrs. Malcney and the chicks. Tom presented me with his india-rubber pencil, Mr. Squires haying given him a new one. “ May 2. — How long it is since I wrote anything in my* diary! All our time has gone to papa. He is better now; but how frightened we have been! It makes me shiver to recollect it. What could we do without papa? Now summer is near and he will grow strong. Alice and I have lost so much sleep that we are drowsy as owls. “ June s.—Papa is better, but Alice is all tired out. How hard it is to be poor when anybody is sick! I don’t mind it in well times.

“ Aug. 10. —Papa feels a little weaker, but the doctor says it may be only the heat. I was thinking just now of the sea; the long, cool roll of the breakers and the swash, the gulls diving and plunging, the crunching of the sand un-der-foot, hard, yet soft. How delicious it would be to feel it all again! Perhaps I shall dream about it to-night. . “ Aug. 11.—No; I dreamed instead that we were frying doughnuts in a hot kitchen. What a midsummer’s dream! lam afraid 1 have a vulgar mind! “ Oct. 4.—How little I guessed when I wrote such foolish words what was going to happen! Papa is dead. It was the 17th of September. I can’t write about it yet. Oh, papa! “Christmas again. Such a sad day! We three have been sitting over the register all the afternoon, and making our plans. Papa’s life-insurance is nil we have to live on now. Tom must give up being a doctor and take a clerk’s place. Mr. Squires has found one for him. He is very brave, and does not say one word to show- how disappointed he is; but we all know. I have written to ask Mrs. Morris to find me a place to teach children. Alice says I am too young, but I feel old, and if the children are not very big I think I can manage. Anything is better than letting Alice work so hard. If no place ‘opens as teacher I shall try for something else, for do something I must.

“Jan. 17.—Nothing yet, and dear, dear Alice has been ill for three weeks. She is a little better, or I don’t know what I should do. “ March 17. —I have heard of a place in a shop ” Here the writing broke off abruptly. John hastily turned over the remaining pages. Not another word, except in pencil near the end: “Black ribbon, 37 cents; boy at crossing, 8 cents; oranges for Alice, 6 cents;” and underneath a single line: “Patience isn’t always pleasant, but she leads to pleasant things.” “ Here’s a pretty business,” he soliloquized, stowing the little book in his breast-pocket. “As well search for a needle in a hay-stack as for this girl out of all New York city. Why can’t women write their names and addresses in full while they are about it?” He took up a newspaper, but the letters danced before his eyes, and before long he had pulled the green book out again and was rereading the journal. An odd excitement stirred his pulses. For a good many yeare—in fact, since the age of nineteen, when his first love jilted him—he had counted himself a determined old bachelor, and, having no mother or sister, had drifted out of the way of womankind and their interests. “Flossy’s” simple record seemed to bring him hack to this forgotten world. It was as if a girl had sat down by his side and whispered her secrets in his ear. I VUtow of a sweet, tired face behM a

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I counter, of appealing blue eyes (he was certain they must be blue), of a veil of soft light hair (hair to match the eyes), swept over him, and all his knighthood was aroused. Find her he must, and help her: but how! Never did search seem more unpromisingly devoid of clew. To advertise was, of course, his first thought. “ Found, a small green pocketbook,” appeared next day among the “ Personals” in the Herald, and was reiterated so many times thereafter as to become, as it were, a permanent feature of the paper. A singular rage for shopping seized upon John. Every afternoon, leaving his office early, he betook himself to this amusement, choosing always those shops where women were employed. No bride elect, with a trousseau to buy, eyer went into the business more determinately. Long stairs daunted him not; he penetrated to third stories, to fourth, even to those mysterious topmost regions where “ ladies’ outfitting’’ is attended to. Everywhere he questioned, “Have you among your employes a young lady named Florence? I have accidentally come into possession of an article belonging to her which I am anxious to return.” But no one answered the advertisement; and, though more than one Florence turned up in the shops, they were not the one, they had no connection with the little green pocket-book. So May passed, and June and July, and when August drew on, and the city became a great focus of baking walls and evil savors; our friend, tough and active as he was, began to feel .the need of change. “ Flossy’s” words haunted him: “ The long, cool roll and the swash, the gulls diving and plunging in the spray;” they filled him with a longing for the sea. He resolved on a vacation; and one sultry evening, after an hour’s bumping on the railway and a farther jolt in a country wagon, he found himself at “Oriental Point,” on the Long Island shore; a spot which had rejoiced in the name of Clam Cove until a*recent rechristening at the hands of local speculators, whose imaginations, fired by the completion of the branch railroad, had jumped forward to anticipated hotels and a crowd of metropolitan “ boarders.” Both hotels and crowd were happily nonexistent a so far, and the Sylvan quiet of Clam Cove still brooded over -Oriental Point. The red farm-houses scattered along the beach sufficed for the few strangers who had found out the place, and in one of these Mr. Singleton and his knapsack were received and wel corned with a hearty country hospitality which it was to be feared would disappear with the nearer approach of the übiquitous steam-whistle. Two days of basking in sun and salt, two nights of cool freshness, made him a new man. Utterly content and utterly lazy, he felt indisposed for everything but to lie under the shade of rocks, watch the water come and go, and nap and dream.

It was on the fourth day of this oysterlike existence that be roused from a dozing reverie at the sound of voices speaking near. Some ladies had seated themselves just below him. One, dressed in mourning and wrapped in a shawl, seemed an invalid. The other had dark red-brown hair streaming down over a cool-looking white and black dress. She was reading aloud Lowell’s little poem, “Sea-Weed.” John caught the words distinctly. “ I wonder what that means exactly?” she said as she finished. “It is very graceful ” . - ... “Yes, but it’s puzzling too—a fascinating puzzle. I’m always wondering if Mr. Lowell, when he wrote it, meant the same thing which 1 fancy he meant. It quite teases me.” “And yet you like it so much!” “ Oh, that’s the very reason. I like to be teased and set to thinking. Alice, are you warm enough?” John pricked up his ears. But this girl has dark hair. “ Thanks—yes, I’m almost warm enough. Still, you might fetch the gray shawl, Marion, if you don’t mind.” John caught a glimpse of the girl’s face as she came back with the shawl, a fresh, pleasant face, with eyes of the same red-brown as the hair. She saw him too, and the sisters lowered' their voices. He -did- not hear another word after that. Two days later his landlady met him with a troubled countenance. “ I’m so sorry!” she began. “It’s just as sudden on me’s on you, but my daughter she’s written that she and the children must come home for a spell ’cause the youngest’s had cholera infanticide and the doctor he says they must get away’s fast’s they can and it’s too bad to turn you out but 1 don’t see no other way to fix it and if you don’t mind Elkins next door has a room free every bit like the one you’re in now and Almiry shall carry over your things and you’ll be every whit as comfortable and I hope you’ll have no hard feeling about it.” All this in a breath, and without audible punctuation. John comforted the good dame, whose face was full of trouble. After all, what did it matter? “ Almiry” lent a hand, and in two hours he was seated in Mrs. Elkins’ front-room, “ every whit as comfortable” as he had been in his old quarters. Going down to dinner, the red-brown eyes which he had noticed on the beach confronted him. It’s the Miss Whittemores, Mr.—l don’t recall your name,” remarked Mrs. Elkins, spooning out her steaming chowder. And in this Unceremonious way the introduction wm effected. lutlmwiM ripep fast u»dey such cir»

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cumstances. Reading, sailing and walk, ing together, spending whole days and day after day in company, it was no wonder that before long the three so lately strangers should become as old friends. It was easy to know the Misses Whittemore, they were so frank and simple, so pleasantly well-bred. Alice, the elder, a gentle, womanly creature, quiet in speech and manner, and full of a certain sweet common-sense, was evidently the object of fondest care to the browneyed Marion. John had never known any girls like them. It was a revelation of the pleasant possibilities of life to be in such contact. Still his shyness and old habit of distrust hampered and held him back. “ What man ever understood a woman!” he asked himself. “ I don’t pretend to. ‘Flossy,’ indeed! I did have areal glimpse of her in that blessed little book! Now if some fairy would just open a door and let me see the inside of Marion’s heart in the same way, then I should.know where I was.” Marion! Yes, the imaginary Flossy was dethroned; the real Marion reigned in her stead. John, however, was still unconscious of his subjugation, and how long the affair might have halted no one can tell had not Fate, as she often does, taken the matter into her own hands. “ My brother is coming down for Sunday,” said Alice, one morning. “Have you a brother?” f “Oh yes. Have we never told you about hhn? Poor boy! it is his first va; cation this summer. We have wished for him so often, and now at last he can come.” John watched the sisters curiously as they made ready for their walk to the depot that afternoon, but he did not offer to accompany them. “ Lucky fellow!” he muttered, with a sigh, end fell to gnawing his mustache, sure sign of uneasiness and emotion. By and by they came back, each holding an arm of a broad-shouldered, merryfaced youth, who walked between With face of entire contentment. “My brother, Mr. Singleton,” said Alice, in her gentle voice, as John rose to greet Qiem. “ Happy to know you,” said the newcomer, shaking hands cordially. “ The girls have written about you till I feel as if we were acquainted. I say, what a beach! Can’t we have a sail this evening, Flossy?” John started as if shot. “ I thought your name was Marion,” he said, confusedly, staring like one in a dream. “ Yes, so it is,” she answered, carelessly; “but my middle name is Florence, and Tom called me Floss always when we were little. He does now sometimes.” “ You really must leave it off,” said Alice. “ Flossy is absurd for a grown-up person.” “I’m rather fond of it,” remarked Marion; “it doesn’t sound absurd to me at all.” “It’s beautiful!” jerked out John, still absorbed in the suddenness of his surprise. Marion looked at him, astonished. He felt himself blush under her gaze, but offered no explanation, and the subject was dropped. The real and the ideal rarely combine in life. When they do, only one conclusion seems possible. Events flew rapidly after this eclairdssement. The course of true love has intervals of smooth running, for all the poets may say to the contrary. The bright hunter’s moon of that year looked down upon two extremely happy people, and when Christmas gladness dawned on earth it found them happier still. It was on the first delicious evening spent in their new home that John broke silence and told the tale of his treasuretrove. They sat together by the fireside, and Flossy turned the worn pages of the diary with a tender touch. “Dear, shabby old thing!” she murmured. “Yet it brought us together!” “ And to think how I searched for you in all the shops of the city!” • “ Shops? Oh, I didn’t go to the shop# you know. Aunt-Marion died the very week after I wrote that, and left me two hundred dollars because I was named for her. I felt so rich to be able to take Alice to the sea-shore. How little we guessed, when you came, and we grew to be friends, that all that time you had my old diary in your pocket!” “And how little I guessed that the ‘Flossy’l had hunted tot and dreamed about was close at hand! You’ll make me Tom’s pudding some day, won’t you, although ‘ apples are expensive?’ ” Marion raised the little green book to her lips and kissed it. Then she kissed John. — Harper's Bazar. ' , A Sad Affair.— Bhe sat alone with folded hands, And neither turned to right nor left, So mute and sad she looked like one Of hope and home and. friends bereft. Poor thing, I thought, and dropped a tear Thy loved ones all have gone before, Have sailed away o’er Death’s dark stream, And left thee pining on the shore. I gladly would have cheered her, but A stern, cold voice held me in check—- “ There’s nothin’ ails her much,” It said, . ’ “ She’s got aboil upon her neck.” “The average Boston woman,” says Jennie June, “is of medium height, rather slender and neutral tinted. She wears a gray or brown polonaise, is grave and serious of aspect and carries a sachel and an umbrella, even on fine days, so that one sees at once she is prudent, forecasting and does not live in Boston, but in the suburbs.” —The psyllodeballismon is the simple name of a new projectile. What deadly execution it would do if hurled into the ranks ofa spelling-class!— New York oommertrial Advertiser.