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THE NEWS.

A Berlin dispatch to the London Morning Pott of the 20th says it had been decided to send Prince Frederick ot Prussia to the Philadelphia Centennial, and that a German fleet would accompany him. Ex-Senator Zacharias Chandler, of Michigan, has been appointed Secretary of the Interior, vice Delano, resigned. Mr. Chandler entered on the duties of the position on the 19th. A Washington special of the 19th says the receipts from internal revenue for the three' months ending Sept. 30 had shown an increase of $1,780,356 over those of the corresponding period last year. The first building in the United States erected for tbeOrder of the Sovereigns of Industry was dedicated at Springfield, Mass., on the 19th. The other day the Sheriff of Portage County, Wis., was killed by two brothers named Apios and Isaac upon whom he was attempting to serve a process. On the morning of the 19th a party of masked men went to the jail at Stevens Point, seized the guard, beat down the doors, took out the Courtwrights and hung them to a pine tree by the roadside. Prof. Watson, of the Michigan State University, has recently discovered a new planet. Isaac McAfee, a colored man, has been recemly sentences’ 18 Wehty years’ imprisonment for having a year ago caused a terrible accident on the Selma (Ala.) & Dalton Railroad by placing obstructions on the track. A London dispatch of the 20th says extensive and disastrous floods had recently occurred throughout Lancashire and Warwickshire. Traffic by rail in that section had been for many miles absolutely stopped. The Supreme Court of Germany on the 20th affirmed the verdict of the Kammergericht in the case of Count von Arnim. Prof. Wheatstone, the English natural philosopher and electrician, died at Paris on the 20th. A late St. Petersburg dispatch reports the burning of 200 dwellings, a synagogue and five schools in Widsy, Russian Poland. Several were burned to death and more than 3,000 persons. were rendered homeless.

A Centennial excursion arrived in Philadelphia on the evening of the 20th, consisting of delegations from Chicago, Detroit, Milwaukee, Toledo, Cleveland, Buffalo, St Louis, Indianapolis, Cincinnati and Pittsburgh. They were hospitably entertained by the Philadelphians. A reunion of Union and Confederate soldiers was lately held at Elizabeth, N. J. Fourteen veteran companies participated. Reuben Benton was accidentally struck in the head with a mallet while playing croquet at Titusville, Pa., on the 20th, and so badly injured that he died in a few hours. A London paper of the 22d gives additional particulars of the flood. The valley of the River Don had formed a lake half a mile wide and fifteen miles long; many collieries and iron-works had been flooded and thousands of operatives thrown out of employment. At Darlington the flood had been particularly severe, the gas-works, among other establishments, being drowned out. At Rotherham, in Yorkshire, over 1,000 people had been thrown out of work. A Paris telegram of the 21st says the work of sinking a shaft 100 meters deep, preliminary to the construction of the English Channel tunnel, would shortly be commenced near Calais. The King of Bavaria on the 21st prorogued the Bavarian Diet. The resignation of his Ministers he has refused to accept The town of Iquique, in Peru, South America, was recently almost entirely wiped out by fire. Frederick Hudson, formerly managing editor of the New York Harald, died at Concord, Mass., on the2lst, from being struck the day before by a locomotive while riding across a railroad track in a buggy. A mass meeting was held in New York city on the 20th to the exclusion of the Bible ®wn the public schools.

The will of the late Isaac M. Singer, the sewing-machine inventor, bequeathing property amounting in value to $14,000,000, was ottered for probate in New York city on the 21st. Gen. Sol Meredith, of Indiana, died at his residence in Cambridge City, on the 21st, of cancer in the stomach. On the 21st, at Denver, Col., a policeman found in the cellar of a small tene-ment-house recently vacated the dead bodies ot an old man and three boys, all Italians, who had been murdered. At the special election in California on the 20th Prof. Carr, the Republican candidate for Superintendent of Public Instruction,, was elected. All the Judges in office in San Francisco, both Democratic and Republican, were re-elected with a single exception. The Wisconsin Supreme Court has lately decided that the action of the Wood County canvassers in throwing out the vote of the town of Lincoln at the election last year was illegal. The decision was made on a contest over countyoffices, but the counting of the vote of Lincoln would elect Alexander B. McDill (Rep.) to Congress instead of George W. Cate, who received the certificate of election! A fine of S2OO was imposed on the canvasser who threw out the votes. The watch factory at Freeport, 111., ww destroyed by fire on the night of the

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21st. Loes $150,000. The fire is supposed to have been the work of an incendiary. A number of important failures occurred in London and .Manchester, England, on the 22d. * a# AccOßDnytf to the London Times Of the 23d London merchants had been able to import American calicoes at a profit. A severe gale passed over the Scottish coast on the 21st and 22d. Up to the' morning of the 23d five vessels had been reported lost with all on board within a distance of forty miles. A Madrid dispatch of the 22d says Sharkey, the New York murderer, had arrived at Santander. The Postmaster-General has decided upon railway postal-car service between the cities of Pittsburgh and St. Louis, via the Pan Handle & Vandalia route, the service to be begun as soon as the department can make the necessary arrangements. The District-Attorney of Brooklyn has entered a nolle prosequi in all the criminal libel suits growing out of the BeecherTilton scandal. According to a Cincinnati dispatch of the 22d official returns from seventy-six counties in Ohio, and authentic returns from the remaining twelve, showed Hayes’ majority to be 9,549. A Des Moines (Iowa) telegram of the 22d says Gov. Kirkwood’s majority then stood at 31,356, with Lyon and Palo Alto Counties to hear from. Atty.-Gen. Pierrepont received a letter from Gov. Ames, of Mississippi, on the 22d, wherein the latter stated that all the threatened troubles in his State had subsided.

Fritz Kaizer, a German, jumped from the tower of the Chicago Water Works on the afternoon of the 22d, and fell a distance of nearly 200 feet. He was dashed to pieces on the turrets at the base. He had recently been an inmate of an insane asylum. A New York mercantile agency has lately issued a statement of business failures in the United States during the year up to the Ist of October, showing a total of failures during nine months of 5,334; liabilities, $131,172,503. Henry Brown (colored) was hanged at St. Louis on the 22d for the murder in May last of a farmer named Philip Pfarr. Rumors prevailed in Berlin on the 24th that Bismarck had tendered his resignation of the Chancellorship in consequence of ill-health. According to Madrid dispatches of the 24th the Government had refused permission to the Republicans to hold electoral meetings. Senor Marfori, formerly Minister of the Colonies, had been arrested and would be expatriated. The Director of the Mint estimates the gold and silver production of the country next year at $100,000,000. The Commissioner of Pensions has completed his annual report. The invalid pension roll is 105,478, costing yearly $10,961,218. The roll of army widows is 104,885, at an annual cost of $12,835,579. The survivors of the war of 1812 number 15,875 and.the annual payments are sl,524,000. The widows of the war of 1812 number 5,163, at a total annual rate of $495,648. In a late letter to the New York Herald Dr. Hayes, the Arctic explorer, expresses his belief in the existence of an open Polar sea, and his belief that in the vicinity of the pole there is an open navigable sea in the summer; that it may be reached by ship or boat by way of Smith’s Sound, and that the north pole is within the reach of any nation that will spend money enough to get to it

Messrs. Moody and Bankey began their revival labors in the Brooklyn (N. Y.) rink at 8:30 o’clock on the morning of Sunday, the 24th. An afternoon service was also held, to which at least 5,000 people were Unable to gain admittance. Announcement was made that services would be held every evening during the week except Saturday. The registration in New York city for the coming election aggregates 144,934, against 146,218 last year. Mr. and Mrs. Murray were burned to death during a fire in the house of Susan Bradley, at Cheshire, Conn., a few nights ago. The town of Vermillion, Erie County, Ohio, was almost wholly destroyed by fire on the 22d. Loss estimated at $75,000; insurance light. Mrs. D. L. Murden, of New Orleans, was burned to deathqn the 22d by the explosion of a coal-oiblamp-. Prof. Atchinson, an aeronaut, recently attempted a balloon ascension at Elkhorn, Ky., but when several hundred feet high the balloon took fire, and he was precipitated to the earth and badly, and it was thought fatally, injured. The Charlottesville (Va.) National Bank suspended on the 23d. Several business firms connected with the bank, doing business there and in Baltimore, were also forced to suspend. The trial of Col. John A. Joyce for conspiracy to defraud the revenue, at Jefferson City, Mo., was concluded in the United States District Court on the 23d by a verdict of guilty on all four counts of the indictment.

THE MARKETS.

NEW YORK. I its Stock.— Beef Cattle— $10.00©13.00. Hoge —Live, S l ’.B7 I /4@8.'0. Sheep-44ve, $4.50©6.60. Pbbadstuwb.—Flour—Good to choice, $5.95© 6.40; white wheat extra. $«.45©8.2fi. WheatNo 2 Chicago, |[email protected]; No. 2 Northwestern, |1.28®1.28H; No. 2 Milwaukee spring, $1.32 1.94. Rye—Western and State, 88@89c. Barley—sl.ls©l.SO. Corn—Mixed Western, 69© 71c. Oats—Mixed Western, 47©47Kc. Pbowibions.—Pork—Mesa, $21.90©92.20. Lard —Prime Steam, 13X@14c. Cheese—6H@lßc, fitooe. 48©65e, . '

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. - - - CHICAGO. Lira Stock.—Beeves—Choice, $5.7506.25; good, $4.7585.50; medium, $4.2504.75; butchers' stock, $2.5008.75; stock cattle, $2.75© 3.75. Hogs-^Live,Y7 82HO8 00. Sheep-Good to choice, $4.250,4.75. Pboyisiokb.—Butter—Choice, 30031 c. Eggs —Fresh, 21@22c. Pork-Mess, $22.00©22.25. Lard-$18.70013.75. Brsadstutvs.—Flour—White Winter Extra, $5.7508.00; spring extra, $5.0006-00. Wheat -Spring, No. 2, Corn-No. 2, 53053HC. Oats—No. t, 83>4©38«c. Rye—No. 2, 720725 C. Barley-No. 2, 95H096C. Lumbbb—First and Second Clear, $43.00© 45.00; Common Boards, $10.50011.00; Fencing $10.50011.00; “A” Shingles, $2.5C©3.90; Lath, $1.750200. EAST LIBERTY. Live Stock.—Beeves—Best, $6 2507.03; medium, $5.7586.00. Hogs—Yorkers, $7.5008.0.); Philadelphlas, $8.2588-50. Sheep—Best, $5.00© 5.25; medium, $4.50©4.75.

ITEMS OF INTEREST.

The latest Americanism is “ nuptiated,” for married. Putting stops to a gossip’s tongue is difficult punctuation. The walnut and butternut crop of New England is very abundant this season. They have commenced to deny that Gen. Taylor said “A little more grape, Capt. Bragg!” ''’ lZ Mrs. Partington says she was much elucidated last Sunday on hearing a fine discourse on the parody of’the prodigious son. The marrying trade is not so brisk in Philadelphia this year as it was last, by 1,000. Money is too scarce for rings and gaiters. The last Arctic expedition was eminently successful. They got a sight of the coveted land and nobody was frozen to death. The Brooklyn Sun says: “It is a genenerally received opinion that Chicago is built on a prairie. All wrong. It is built on credit,” Cripples may never have been cured by the laying on of hands, but naughty boys have been greatly benefited by the operation.

A Detroit woman wants to set eyes on the female who can empty a pan of ashes and not have the wind blow half of them back into her face... A certificate of marriage was issued in Boston a few days ago to a woman only eighteen years old who had been married twice before. Cincinnati proposes to utilize its vagrants during the coming winter by making them quarry stone under the direction of the workhouse authorities. Chinamen don’t work well on the Southern plantations. When they go out to plow they want to ride the mule and let the plow run itself.— Detroit Free Press. The farmers about Burlington, Vt., have commenced to notice that the cornhusks are thicker than usual this year, and everybody is prophesying a hard winter. A roving gypsy man in Bangor, Me., swapped horses nine times the other day, and when night set in he found he had the same horse he first swapped in the morning, and that he had $45 in money and a watch in addition. The latest social hobby is “Autumnal Leaf Parties,” which is the name chosen by those who gregariously go forth into the woods and country lanes for the purpose of gathering the brilliant-hued leaves that are showered about by the fall breezes. The Freshman class of Hamilton College (the Utica Observer says) has left that institution because three of its members were suspended for hoistings carriage to the top 01 the observatory tower in which Prof. Peters had discovered so many asteroids.

From the general tone of the press it is evident that it is considered all right for American Girl to have a monument before George Washington. The fact that George Washington never trotted a mile in 2:14 bears heavily upon him. — St. Louis Republican. “ As to being conflicted with the gout,” said Mrs. Partington, “ high living don’t bring it on. It is so incoherent in some families, and is handed down from father to son. Mr. Hammer, poor soul, who has been so long ill with it, disinherits it from his wife’s grandmother.” An Englishman was boasting to a Yankee that they had a book in the British Museum which was once owned by Cicero. “ Oh, that ain’t nothin’,” retorted the Yankee; “in the museum in Boating they’ve got the lead-pencil that Noah used to check off the animals that went into the ark,” You forgot to post that letter, eh? Given you three weeks since and it’s been in your pocket ever since! Well, it’s easy enough. Write a note—“ You will observe by the date of this letter that Busan forgot to hand it to me until to-day,” etc. Put the note and letter in a larger envelope, send it. off, and there you are.— Rochester Democrat. A Connecticut girl-baby came into the world the other day to find her relations so mixed up that she will never get them straight as long as she lives. Her great-' grandmother is first cousin to her greatgrandfather; her step-grandfather is firstcousin to her mother; her uncles and aunts are her second-cousins, and her mother is her third-cousin. But of course the poor little thing doesn’t know it yet. As workmen were tearing down an old house in Philadelphia, the other day, they, came across a regular Revolutionary bonanza in the shape of a large number of heavy leather hats and caps which were provided for or used in the war of the Revolution. The house was at one time occupied as headquarters by Gen. Washington, and the goods were concealed behind a partition to preserve them from the British troops who subsequently used the 1 structure as barracks. , -u.: < ‘ ;?■- .r*.

CLOSING DAYS. The plashing breakers on the beach seem to the listening ear To wail a soft, Aweet, plaintive dirge for the departing year;«£• The yellow leaves, whirl’d o’er the path by the sharp autumn breeze, In eddying clouds are falling fast from all the rustling trees. The frost beads sparkle on the grass, bright in the chilly dawn; The mateless thrush his lonely meal seeks on the rectory lawn; The laurustinus ’gins to show her white and roseate flowers— Sure token that have fled at last the summer’s golden hours. Blackberries bn the privet hang, the ash shows clusters red, Crowned With a scarlet diadem King Oak’s majestic head; The elms are orange, the queen beech istobed in russet brown, And from the grateful pendant birch dun leaves come showering down. Close in thq furzq the linnet lies, the lark’s shrill voice is mute, No longer from the cherry bough the blackbird tunes his flute; The white-throat and the nightingale to sunnier climes have flown, And on the berried holly bough the redbreast sings alone. , Ah, sweet and solemn are the days thatmark the dying year, Waking like music in the heart some slumbering memories dear— : Of times gone by, of friends long dead, of happy, fleeting hours, # When our fond youth was one long dream of love and joy and flowers. —Harper's Bazar.

AFTER MANY YEARS.

“ Well, darling,” I said, catching her two hands in mine, as we met under the trees in the loveliest corner of the square. I had no other words, and she did not need any. _ “The old story,” looking up at me, just a glance that showed her pretty eyes had been crying. “ I’m —I’m here, Shirley.” J Do you guess what those three words meant ? That Edna Verdery, before the first star looked out of the opal sky up above us, would be my wife. It was the old story, you see—a penniless lover, a true-hearted little woman clinging to her faith, and a parental curse impending over both our heads. I drew her hand tight through my arm, and we walked away very quietly, for she was tired, and the little hand trembled against my side. She only told me that she was not afraid, that she loved me, and she would be glad to rest when it was all. over and we two safe and far away together. And so we went on and were married. Then I took home my wife. It was a poor home, but she was not afraid to sweeten it with herself, and she had said that she was glad to come. She never spoke of her father and mother and never seemed to miss them or regret what she had lost in them. I never should have known that was a grief to her but for one day. She met me when I came home at night, with her face all sparkling and her voice unsteady with excitement, and even before she kissed me cried out: “ I’ve seen my mother!” “ Your mother? Has she been here?” I asked. “Yes! Only think how glad I was—how surprised! She came and she kissed me, and forgave me,” putting her arms around my neck and beginning to cry in her gladness, “and forgave you, too; and she said she couldn’t live and lose her only daughter. Oh, Shirley, it was the only thing more that I wanted on earth! I’m so happy, darling!” “ And your father?”

“He couldn’t be as kind as she was,” said my little wife, with her cheek on mine. “Fathers never are; but she thought—she was sure, she said—that he’d forgive it all, and that she loved me just as much all the time, and it would be all right at last, Shirley. Ohl aren’t you happy, too? Look glad! Tell me you’re glad, dear; you don’t know how I wanted it.” I was glad, for her sake, God knows; for my own, I would never have cared to look on their faces again. But all that was changed now. Mrs. Verdery’s carriage rattled, day after day, down the little dull street and stood at Mrs. Lecompte’s door, and Edna Lecompte was pardoned and petted and caressed as if Edna Verdery had never disobeyed. And then we were asked to dine “at home,” she andl; and the old man greeted us both kindly and kissed his daughter with two tears in his cold eyes, and seemed to bury our old enmity as he shook my hand; and after that night it was all sunshine between us. But I never ceased to feel an odd chill in my heart like a prophecy of something bitter coming between us. Perhaps it was because instead of growing richer since I married a wife I only grew poorer, and the world outside our little room got dark and threatening overhead and seemed only a cold place for my child to inherit. * He came to test its tender mercies just with the early winter and,as he came, Edna was very nigh going out forever She was a delicate little thing and needed so much petting and nursing and tender care that my heart ached, as many a poor man’s has done before me, when I looked in the white little face that had been so rosy when I first took her from her home. And instead of growing stronger she only drooped more, like a flower in the first frost; and the child was as pale as she. There was a season of business losses and heavy failures; firm after firm gave way and men went home idle, and my turn came with the rest. And I knelt down by my wife’s bed, looked into her eyes, and told her and asked her to for,

give me for the wrong I had done in loving her. “ Don’t feel so badly, Shirley,” she whispered, moving her head on my shoulder. “I know I am a burden to you, darling; but I—l can’t wish it undone; we are so happy still—we’ve got each other and baby and such a long life yet for all these little troubles to pass away in! And it can’t last long; you’ll get something better than what you lost. Perhaps it will be the very best thing for us, after all, that you should lose this place and be forced to make a change.” “Perhaps! It’s all a chance,” I said, bitterly, “ and I must sit with my hands tied, and you—Edna, they were right! I was a selfish brute to draw you down to this.” She clasped her arms around my neck and kissed me and stopped my mouth, and we were silent for awhile and the room grew dark in the twilight. “ Shirley,” she said softly, at last, “ would you let my father help you?” “ What do you mean?” “ Mamma asked me a month ago if you would leave New Orleans and take a position in my uncle’s house in New York. I never told you, because—she wanted me to come home then, Shirley, and let you go alone, and I couldn’t.” “ Go home!” I gathered her closer—the baby in her arms, too. “ Child, has it come to that?” “ No,” she whispered softly. “ Itnever will. I’ll go with you there, or anywhere else on earth, Shirley.” “Is it too late to take the offer now?” I asked, starting up. “ Why do you ask if I’ll let him help me, Edna? Better that than taking his alms, God knows, and I’ve done that so long. What is this place? Child, I’d almost beg at the street corners for you if that was all!” “Will you go and see papa?” she cried, lighting up all over her wasted little face. “ I don’t know about it, only that mamma said there might be an opening for you, and it would be much better than your old place, and papa would use his influence for you. Will you go, Shirley?” “Yes, I will!” I said, stooping down to kiss her. Something was dragging me back all the while—holding me fast to the bedside, within touch of her little, hot hand and hearing of my baby’s sleepy-soft breath but I didn’t heed it. I was desperate, and her eyes drove me out into the world to struggle with it and win for her sake —and I went. So the end of it was that letters went back and forth, and in two weeks from the day that I was discharged from my clerkship I was engaged by the New York house of which Mr. Verdery’s brother was head, at a salary that would keep Edna safe all the winter far enough out of the reach of want or the need of alms. Only—it was a desperate man’s resources, you know—she must be in New Orleans while I was in New York. A winter at the North, they said, would kill her, and I must not dream of taking her away until she was thoroughly well again. This was the way it happened. They were so glad to take her back; they had “ forgiven” her so entirely and wanted her so, and they were so fond of little Shirley I ought to have been willing and glad to leave them both in such tender care. I was neither, but I knew it was my duty to give her up and I did it I kissed her good-by at the last and dragged myself away from her arms, that tried to hold me back even then, and the last glimpse I had of wife or child was a little, slender figure at an open window, halfburied in white, soft wrappings, holding up a baby, who laughed and sprang in her arms, and whose little hand she tried to wave to me.

Then came the lonely winter at the North—the silent starvation of my heart through nights and days, the longing impatience, hope. It only lasted a little while. I knew I should have her in the spring, in a home of our own that I had planned already. Itjvas in March when her letters, which had "come faithfully all winter on their stated days, failed suddenly. A week went by without a message from New Orleans ; and when it came at last it was written in another hand. It was a long letter, but I never read it through. I only read three lines. That told me that she was dead, that my baby was buried in her arms. The yellowfever had broken out in the city and my two were among the first to go; her parents had left New Orleans, and before their letters reached me would have sailed for England.

Sb I never saw the little, white-wrapped figure and the laughing baby any more. I never saw either of their parents again. It was better for tre all, Mr. Verdery had said, that the intercourse should cease with Edna’s and the child’s death; and, God knows, I felt so, too. So I lived on in New York alone, and rose in the firm, traveled, and tnade money ; and wandered from city to city, at last successful in everything that I touched, without a trouble or anxiety in life—only the burden of my empty heart. I was thirty years old when my darling died ; I had plenty more years to live, and death was still a long way off. People called me a young man still, after my hair was very gray, and I seemed to have grown old and tired down to my heart’s core. And the years went by wearily; and I was forty-eight, and my hair was white. It was at Fleming’s House that ! met Harriet Stanhope. She was a cousin of his wife’s and an attractive woman—-not a girl. The sort of woman whom everyone calls interesting; clever and cultivated to the utmost; sweet-natured and adapted and good, with even more than a woman’s share of tact. J had not known her very long before I

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could talk to her of the story that she knew already, and tell her about the day when I looked back and saw the little figure in the'window holding up my child for me to see. Well, you have guessed already, I suppose, at the end of this beginning. I never loved Harriet Stanhope—never. But it came to me slowly at first, and very reluctantly, and then with a great shock, that this woman cared for me. And I began to think of the possibility of her taking—in men’s eyes at least and to outward seeming—Edna’s empty place. She was lonely, too, as I was, with no near relatives, no home, and a sorrowfill outlook before her. I never could bear the sight of a solitary and uncared-for 'woman, and this woman touched all my pity and sympathy. I gave her that and my friendship most freely and sincerely, and that was all. But I began to think that even without love life might be sweetened a little, and so I said to myself that I would marry her. I did not resolve hastily. I had known her for two years before I had thought of it at all, and then it was long before the idea took a definite shape. I was traveling in the West, and one of the letters meeting me at a large town in Ohio decided the last doubt that was in my mind. I read it twice and then walked the floor all night, and lived my life over in memory and reached far into the future to plan out what it would be—what it must be if God preserved it—and then I sat down to write to Harriet. It was only natural that I should dream that night of Edna. She came to me at dawn and stood by the bedside with the child—my son, who bore my name and was so like me. And she told me that she had never died at all, but had been waiting for me all these years, and God had kept her young, and the baby was a baby yet—only he would call me “ father,” and the word was ringing in my ears when I woke. I thought of her while dressing, and I went down-stairs at last, the letter in my breast-pocket sealed and directed to Harriet, and was dreaming of a woman older and fairer than she, when into my dream stole a voice and the sound of my own name. “Is everything ready, Shirley, dear?” I looked up. There were two people at the little round table nearest mine—a lady, quietly dressed, as if for traveling, io black, without a touch of color, and a straight, broad-shouldered stripling, with a young face and eyes like hers. I knew they were mother and son before he answered her. “All ready. The train starts in an hour. You’ve got nothing at all to do, Madame Mere, but to sit and read a novel or look out of the window till I call you.” And then they laughed together. She had a girlish sac yet it was a sorrowful one, too. Her eyes were brown. I looked into them, and all my youthtime looked back again; and I saw the old house, in the old street in New Orleans, and the face in the window, and heard the baby hands patting on the panes. Only two brow eyes and a sweet voice and a man’s name spoken softly to call up all that witchery ? She arose from the table almost tha minute. “ I don’t want the strawberries, Shirley. I’m going up to my room, and, if you want to read a novel, you must run out and get me one. I’ve packed everything and I want some light reading for the cars.”

Her dress was sweeping by my chair as she spoke, and stirring my senses—fast asleep so long—-came a soft, violet scent. I was going mad, I believe. As if no woman but Edna Lecompte had ever used that faint, subtle perfume ! I started up and strode out of the din-ing-room, following those two, and saw the mother go up the stair-case—a slight, daintily-moving little figure, with a touch of girlish grace in it still—while the son passed on before me to the office of the hotel. He went and leaned over the desk and spoke to the clerk, in hischeery, fresh voice; and I stood near him, turning the leaves of the hotel register. “ Mrs. Shirley Lecompte.” “ Shirley Lecompte, New York city.” I turned and put my two hands on his shoulders. I could have taken him to my heart and kissed the child-likeness of his face, but I did not say one word for a minute, while he flashed his brown eyes on me with a half-angry little frown. “Are you Shirley Lecompte’s son? Where—where is your father?” “My father is dead. That was his name.” Looking straight into my face. And then I dropped my hands. “ I was yoUr father’s friend, my boy. I —I can see his looks in you; and your mother. Will you take me to your mother, Shirley?”

Well, I have forgiven him—the man who stole the sweetness out of life for me; he is dead and buried, and Edna Is alive. Twenty years ago a forged letter told her that she was a widow, and the old man and his wife had their daughter back again; twenty years she kept her life sacred to my memory, and loved me in her child, and waited for another world to give her into my arms again. She told it all to me that day—a long, long story; but this was the sum of it I was dead and was alive again—was lost and was found. And my life had its aim and crown, even so late; my love blossomed new, and my heart warmed, fireshed with the old dead fires—we were happy, Edna and I. Out of the baby’s grave rose my strong, manly son to carry my name in honor and pride; it will have a nobler meaning when I am gone than ever it had in the past— Rural New Yorker. Evbry writer of a newspaper article in Japan has to sign hit fall Maw to it.

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A Hunchback’s Revenge.

In August last great alarm was created in the village of Incisia, near Florence, by the disappearance of two children—a boy nine years old on the morning of the 21st, and another boy of eight the following evening. It was supposed they might have fallen into the stream, where they went to fish and bathe, but no traces of them or their clothes could be found. AU kinds of exaggerated ideas got afloat in the village, more particularly as these were not the first children who-had suddenly disappeared, and ft Wm asserted that there were children-killers in the adjoining wood. On the 29th, while one of the women of the village was arranging her hair at the back window of her room, she heard frightful shrieks, and recognized them as coming from Amerigo Turchi, a boy nine years old, and that they proceeded from the workshop of one Cario Grand!, a cart carpenter. She ran dow into the street and alarmed the neighbors, who made for the workshop, which they found closed, the boy crying loudly for help from within. After vain attempts to get Grand! to admit them they burst open the door and found him struggling to force the boy into a hole. He had cutthe child fearftilly about the head, and from his mouth blood was flowing, caused, as the boy afterward narrated, by a wedge Grandi had tried to force into his mouth to gag him. After the man was secured it was observed that some of the bricks of the flooring were loose, and on these being removed the first thing seen was a child’s hand. The place was quickly dug up, and the mutilated bodies of the two boys who had disppeared ten days before were discovered; andon the hole into which Grandi was trying to force Amerigo Turchi being examined, a number of other children’s bones were found in the bottom. No sooner was the thing known than the village became a scene of the wildest excitement, and the authorities had to send off in hot haste for whatever military and police there were in the vicinity, and a sufficient force arrived lust in time to save the wretch from beingtom to pieces by the populace. It seems that the murderer, Grandi, was a deformed manof a diminutive stature, high rounded shoulders, very large head, upon which there was not a scrap of hair, and repulsive features. As is too often the case in Italy, such unfortunate creatures become the subject of open public ridicule. The boys of Incisa had been in the habit of teasing and tormenting Grandi and playing all kinds of practical jokes on him, and it was in revenge for this that he had, as opportunity offered, enticed now one and then another of the ringleaders into his workshop, and there murdered them, burying them under the floor. Amerigo Turchi said that Grandi had invited him into his workshop under the pretext of having some fun with the other boys; that to accomplish this he was to hide in the hole Grandi uncovered, but that immediately he entered Grandi attempted to strangle him.— Rome Cor. London Timet.

A Heartless Swindle.

A few days ago an advertisement in a Boston paper for a clerk who wanted a good situation and could deposit SSOO as surety for his honesty, integrity, etc., or words to that effect, caught the eye of a young man in this city, and, there being something very attractive either about depositing the money or the promised situation, he went to Boston with the requisite amount of money in his pocket. He visited the office of “ Henry Howard & C 0.,” the advertisers, and made known his business. After some conversation and a recital of what his duties were to be (which, by the way, were to be extremely light), he announced his intention of accepting the and making the deposit. Just here there was a slight hitch, toe gentlemanly proprietor informing him that there was a possibility that his partner, who he said was in the city, might have secured a young man, and he would, before taking the money, telegraph to him to make sure about it. Such candor and fairness of course had its effect upon the young man, and he was all the more anxious for a position with so upright a man. A dispatch was sent to the partner, directed to the City Hotel here, and in due time an answer, or what purported to be an answer, was received, saying the place was not filled. The bargain was then closed, and the young man deposited foe money. The proprietor took it, and in a careless manner apparently put it into the money-drawer, and locking the drawer he gave toe key to his new clerk, telling him he was going out for a short time on business, and he might begin his work at once. The clerk waited for his return for a long time, but at first thought nothing of it; for wasn’t the money safe in toe drawer, and wasn’t toe drawer locked, and didn’t he have the key? Finally, however, his suspicion or his curiosity got the best of him, and he examined the drawer. Imagine his surprise and consternation at finding therein but a package of worthless paper, and the trick flashed upon his mind. An effort was made to find his partner in the city, but the dispatch spoken of above hasn’t reached him yet, and probably never will. —Providence Journal.

—The statistics of Nevada M. E. Conference show: Probationers, 60; full members, 495; local preachers, 15; total, 570. Baptisms, adults, 41; infants, 4; total, 45. Churches, 11; value, $60,000; parsonages, 16; value, $17,500. Sabbath-schools, 19; officers and teachers, 148; scholars, 953; claims for ministerial support, $14,035; missionary collections, $304.50; church extension, $104.75, and for Episcopal fund,