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EPITOME OF THE WEEK.

Tondehsetl from Telegrams of Accompanying Dates. Friday, December 26. —A Washington dispatch says.our Government will enforce its demand on Spain for indemnification to the families of American citizens slain nt Santiago de Cuba, as soon as it can procure the necessary evidence to sustain the demand. .... According to the report of the Executive Committee of the National Grange of the Patrons of Husbandry, that organization has raised SIOO,OOO during the year, has paid its debts, aud has a surplus of $50,000, of which $40,000 have been invested in Government bonds.... City Solicitor Healey, of Boston, has given an opinion that women cannot legally serve on the Boston School Committee. Four women were chosen to that position at the recent election.... Complete official returns make the majority for the new Pennsylvania State Constitution 145,150.... There are seventeen subordinate Granges of the Patrons of Husbandry in New Hampshire, representatives from all of which took part in organizing a State Grange at Manchester, recently.... The Grangers of Northwestern Missouri, Eastern Kansas and Southern Nethe 24th, and adopted the platform of the Illinois Farmers’ Association. They algo added two resolutions, setting forth determined opposition to special legislation and demanding a uniform currency, on the ground that they are now obliged to sail their grain on A gold basis and to buy their supplies on the basis of depreciated paper money....On Christmas Day at Riga, Ohio, there was a shooting-match, at which two brothers engaged in a personal altercation over the loading of a rifle. One shot the other dead, and the crowd present hanged the fratricide to the nearest tree. Saturday, December 27.—8 y the recent sinking in the River Tyne, England, of the steamer Gypsy Queen, eighteen workmen lost their lives ...Ina desperate conflict between a band of Carlists and a Republican force before Bocayrente, in the province of Valencia, Spain, the insurgents have been defeated with heavy loss in killed and wounded.... A Madrid dispatch announces that the resignation of General Sickles, United States Minister, has been officially accepted... .A Committee of Safety appointed by the unemployed workmen of New York have made a demand upon the City Government for work. They also demand that all contracts be abrogated, and that the city let the public works directly to the applicants.... The Now Hampshire State Grange of the Patrons of Husbandry have adopted resolutions —against special privileges asking more for themselves than they are willing to grant to other industries; denouncing trickery, bribery and corruption in elections; favoring equal and just taxation; calling upon the State to give its children a moral and liberal education; acknowledging the rights of woman by admitting her as an equal in the Order; demanding justice and economy in public affairs, and recommending the Order as a bond of union stronger than armies.. ..Chris. Rafferty, three times convicted and sentenced to be hung for the murder of a Chicago policeman, and who was to have been executed at Waukegan on the 26th, has been granted a supersedeas by three Judges of the Illinois Supreme Court. ■.. The locomotive engineers and firemen- on tile leased lines of the Pan-Handle Railway west of Pittsburgh struck at noon on the 26th, in resistance of a reduction of ten per cent, on their salaries. The strike has resulted in a general stoppage of trains. One report states that all branches of the Pan-Handle and Pennsylvania Central lines are affected simultaneously by this strike. Monday, December 29.—France is said to have given satisfactory assurances to Germany relative to the hostile pastorals of the French Bishops.... The report is reiterated at Madrid that the Spanish Government will insist upon the return of tlie Virginias,’ and the payment by the United States of an indemnity... .The Madrid Government lias not only refused to accept the resignation of Captain-General Jovellat^—but—has—granted him extended and extraordinary powers.... The Prize Court at Havana has condemned the steamer Virginius as a lawful prize.... The President has appointed Caleb Cushing Minister to Madrid, General Sickles’ resignation having been accepted.... The United States steamer Juniata has arrived at the Brooklyn Navy-Yard, having on board the one hundred and two persons recently prisoners at Santiago de Cuba.. .. The strike of railroad engineers and firemen continues, and violence is reported from some localities. Switches were misplaced and trains thrown from the tracks. A train containing troops bound for Logansport, Ind., to assist in preserving order at that point, was ditched, and the soldiers were compelled to walk five miles into town. Charles Wilson, the Chief of the Brotherhood of Engineers, has issued a manifesto declaring that the strike on the leased lines of the Pennsylvania Railway Company in direct violation of the rules of the Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers. His advice to all members of the Brotherhood who have quit work on account of the strike is to go to work at once, and to use every influence in their power to induce all persons engaged in the strike to resume, and to desist from any interference with the Company’s property or men Tuesday, December 30.—The English steamer Becklow was recently wrecked near Gibraltar, and twenty-two out of twentythree of those on board were 105 t.... A Washington Associated Press dispatch says that the report that the Spanish Government has asked of the United States the restoration of the Virginius, and the payment of an indemnity, is not believed in official quarters, no authentic information having ’ been received to that effect, and beside such requisition would be contrary to the terms of the protocol between the two nations.... President Grant has pardoned Ringold, Young, Neil and Harkins, of Alabama, who were serving out terms of Imprisonment for Ku-Klux outrages. During eighteen months past, fifty-nine persons who were convicted of such outrages have been pardoned.... A New York dispafch announces the arrival at that portof the United States steamer Ossipee, without the Virginius and it is rumored that the latter vessel has foundered at sen.... John F. Patterson, of New York, "has sent a letter to Secretary Fish, dated December 26,’ de-, daring that he is the registered owner of the steamer Virginius. He protests against t ■ :■

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the opinion of the Attorney-General by which he and the vessel were condemned on ex parte testimony furnished by Spain. He states that the Solicitor of the Treasury gave him a bill of sale of the steamer, and thereupon he (Patterson) truly swore that he was owner, and the Government gave her an American register, which has ever since protected her. He insists that any testimony charging perjury on his part is false.... All the factories at Fall River, Mass., have resumed .operations, and nearly ii 11 tire other large manufacturing establishments in the New England Stated which had either closed or reduced their forces, had resumed or are about to resume on full time and with full forces... .The enumeration of school children iu the State of Indiana shows 631,149 white and 9,183 colored school children, a total of 649,332,... Ex-City Treas : lirer Gage, of Chicago, has turned over all his property, without reserve, to the city, and ■the same has been accepted. Mr. Gage’s assets, putting all his possessions at the lowcstfigurcs, reach the sum of $528,502, while his deficit, including bank accounts and interest, is placed at $507,703.58....The engineers strike continues, and outrages are reported as having been perpetrated by strikers at several points on the line of railroads. It is stated that at Indianapolis on the morning of the 29th, a dozen men went to the engine-house of the Jeffersonville, Madison & Indianapolts Railroad. One held a revolver to the head of the watchman, and the others broke up and disabled nine engines. One Pan-Handle engine standing unattended was started by a striker, resulting in its wreck. A Columbus (Ohio) telegram says the railway authorities think the strike must break before many days, and on the other band a visit to the rooms of the Brotherhood of Engineers shows them to be as determined as ever. They say Chief Engineer Wilson’s order has no effect upon them. Wednesday, December 31.—-The treaty between Russia and Bokhara has been-pub-lished, It gives the Khivan territory on the right bank of the Amadaria River to Bokhara, which, in return agrees to abolish slavery and establish mutual trading facilities with Russia... .The Secretary of the Navy has received a dispatch from the Commander of the Ossipee, announcing that the Virginius sunk on the night of the 26th, off Wilmington. It seems the Ossioee, with the Virginius in tow, left the Dry Tortugas—on —the—l9th.—On - - the ... 20th _a_ strong gale commenced, and the Virginius began leaking badly. On Christmas Day her condition was so critical that the Ossipee put into Frying Pan Shoals, off Cape Fear, with her charge, apd came to anchor. The next morning the Virginius signaled the Ossipee she was sinking. The crew were at once transferred to the. latter, the hawser was cut, and the Virginius went to the bottom, leaving only a portion of her mainmast above water.... A Washington dispatch states that Mr. Cushing has been instructed, after his arrival at Madrid, to give his attention towards securing, upon the part of Spain, a policy of political and administrative reforms (among which is the abolition of slavery), which slih.ll tend towards the restoration of peace in Cuba... .The trunklines of railways between the East and West have issued a new freight schedule, advancing the tariff on all classes of freight... .The local division at Indianapolis of the Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers has issued a cardin which they say they are not willing to stand idle and sec their good >ume tarnished by the base representations of those arrayed against them; that many acts of violence have been perpetrated .which they emphatically deprecate, no matter by whom committed; that they have endeavored to discover the perpetrators, and can not. The perpetrators do not belong to the Brotherhood, and it is believed the outrages were committed by men hired to blacken the good name of the members of the Brotherhood and weaken their cause by carrying them on and charging them to the strikers.

HIE MARKETS.

NEW YORK. December 31, 1873. Cotton.—Middling upland, 16@16Mc. T.ivr Stock. —Beef Cattle —$8700®13.00. Hogg— Live, [email protected]. Sheep—Live. [email protected]. Biieadstotfs.—Flour—Good to choice, $6.90@ 7.40; white wheat extra, $7.40@8.(8. Wheat—Nc 2 Chicago, $1.58®1.59; lowa spring, [email protected]: No. 2 Milwaukee spring, [email protected]. Rye—Western and State, 1.05®1.06c. Barley—l.so®l.6o. Corn —Mixed Western afloat, 80@85c. Oats—New Western, 59@61c. Provisions. —Pork—New Mess, $16.C0®16.25. Lard—Bs(@B?»c. Wool.—Common to extra, 38@65c. CHICAGO. Live Stock.—Beeves--Choice, [email protected]; good. [email protected]; medium, $4.40®1.70; butchers, sto<*R‘,”"[email protected]; stock cattle, $2.65@3?85. Hogs—Live, [email protected]. Sheep—Good to choice, [email protected]. Provisions. —Butter —Choice, 30®34c. Eggs— Fresh, 23@24c. Pork—New Mess, $14.30® ■14.85. Lard B\@B%c. Biieadstotfs. Flour—White Winter, extra, [email protected]; spring extra, $4.75®6.25. Wheat -Spring, No. 2, $1.17®1.1714. Corn—No. 2, 50 ®53%c. Oats—No. 2, 38>i@38!4c. Rye—No. 2, 77® 78c. Barley—No. 2, [email protected]. Wool.—Tub-washed, 40®50c; fleece, washed 38® 45c.; fleece, unwashed. 25@32c.; pulled, 3 ®® 3sC ’ CINCINNATI. Breadstotfs.—Floun—[email protected]. Wheat—sl.so. Corn—ss3s7c. Rye—9sc. Oats—43@49c. Barley—sl.3s®!.so. Provisions. Pork @8 J rc. ST. LOUIS. Live Stock.—Beeves—Fair to choice, $1.50@ 5.50. Ilogs—Live, [email protected]. Breadstotfs.—Flour, X X Fall, $8.50®".00. Wheat-No. 2. Red Fall, [email protected]. Corn—No. 2, 52®53c. Oats—No. 2, 40®42c. Rye--No. 2, 82® 83c. Barley—sl.3s®l.4s. Provisions.—Pork—Mess, [email protected]. Lard—--B@B%c. MILWAUKEE. Breadstotfs.—Flour—Spring XX, [email protected]. Wheat—Spring No. 1, [email protected]; No. 2,1.15*4© I.lßc. Corfi=No. 2, 55®»Hc. Oats-No. 2,36® 365<c. Rye—Nd. 1, 74®75c. Barley—s4o.2, $1.39 @1.40. DETROIT. Breadstotfs.—Wheat Extra, [email protected]’4. Corn—6o®6li. Oats—42@42%c. TOLEDO. Breadstotfs.—Wheat—Amber Mich., $1.50® LSI. No. 2 Red, [email protected]. Corn—Mixed, 59 @6l*>C. Oats—No. 1,45@45!4c. CLEVELAND. Breadstotfs.—Wheat—No. 1 Red, [email protected]; No. 2 Red, $1.48®1.49. Corn—63@Mc. Oats—4B@ 49c. BUFFALO. —s— Live Stock.—Beeves Live, $5.12>[email protected]. Sheep—Live, [email protected]. Administrators have a definite time in which to settle estates, but the courts have the power to lengthen the period. The time varies in different States.

RENSSELAER, JASPER COUNTY, INDIANA, JANUARY 8, 1874.

__ AN OLD-ffEAR SONG. by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. As TiißOuon the forest disarrayed By chill November, late I strayed, A lonely minstrel of the wood Was singing to the solitude; I loved thy music, thus I said, When o’er thy perch the leaves were spread; Sweet was thy song, but sweeter now Thy carol on the leafless bough. Sing, little bird 1 thy note shall cheer The sadness of the dying year. When violets pranked the turf with blue And morning filled their cups with dew, Thy slender voice with rippling trill The budding April bowers would fill. Nor pass its joyous tones away When April rounded into May; Thy life shall have no second dawn. Sing, little bird 1 the spring has gone. A nd I remember—weil-a-day I Tliy full-blown summer roundelay. And when behind a broidered screen. Some holy maiden sings unseen; With answering notes the woodland rung, A ud every tree-top found a tongue. Bow deep the shade 1 the groves how fair! Sing, little bird 1 the woods urc bare 1 But now the summer chant is done And mute the choral antiphon; The birds have left the shivering pines To flit among the trellised vines, Or fan the air with scented plumes Amid the love-sick orange blooms, And thou art here, alone—alone— Sing, little bird I tho rest have flown. The snow has capped yon distant hill, At morn the running brook will still, From driven herds the clouds that rise Are like the smoke of sacrifice. Ere long the frozen sod shall mock The plowshare, changed to stubbom rock, The brawling streams shall soon be dumb— Sing, little bird! the rest have come. Fast, fast the lengthening shadows creep, The songless fowls are half asleep, The air grows chill, the setting sun May leave thee ere thy song Is done. The pulse that warms thy breast grow cold, Thy secret die with thee, untold; The lingering sunset still is bright— Bing, little bird, ’twill soon be night. Atlantic Monthly.

ANNIE BELL.

BY MARIA J. MACINTOSH.

When John Bell, the old merchant, retired upon a capital of one hundred thousand dollars, the people of his native town thought him a man of almost inexhaustible wealth, for those were times in which men lived comfortably on an income of twenty-five hundred dollars, and luxuriously on one of five thousand. John Bell was an old-fashioned man. He had carried a conscience into his business, and, what was perhaps more remarkable, he had brought a conscience out of it. He knew that he . was called “Honest John Bell,” and he prized the title more than he did his wealth —far more than he would have done the prefix honorable to his name, won as he knew that title too often is by chicanery and intrigue. John Bell was still a hale man of middle age when he withdrew to the town of E , in New Hampshire, with a son sixteen years old and a daughter only eight. I’hat son was the unsuspected cause of his pausing in the full course of successful trade, stifling the promptings of ambition and the eager strivings of an active nature, and settling himself down to the stillness of a country town within sight of the house in which he had been born, and the academy in which he had received iris edneation. To the great mortification of his more aspiring son, the name of Robert Bell was now placed on the rolls of this same academy. To the remonstrances of the young gentleman, who having declined a collegiate course, and entered the counting-house of a New York merchant two years before, considered himself as already in the class of men, and beyond schools, the father re--plied:- . “I put you there, hoping that it may not be too late for you to unlearn some things that your New York associations have taught you. If I could only see you a boy again, I should be happy indeed!” This could not be. The shadow went not back Upon the dial-plate for Robert Bell. A boy in years, he w’as a man in heart; his strongest desire, to have a clear field for the exercise of his: powers. “My father was only a shopkeeper,” he said to his wandering sister, “I will be the Napoleon among merchants. A hundred thousand! it may do to vegetate upon in a country-town, but that will not do for me. I shall be a millionaire, and then, Annie, I will send for my pretty sister to preside over the most luxurious establishment in New York.” Such were the dreams of the boy—dreams excited by the silly boasts of his companions at school, and by the flattering homage which he saw paid to wealth, even by those who were reputed wise and good men. John Bell had hoped, in transferring his home to a country-town, that its unsophisticated society, its simple pleasures and natural modes of living, would restore to his son the freshness of his boyhood.- But, ere the five years were passed which lay between Robert’s removal to E and his majority, the father saw that this could not be, and, weary of the sullen discontent of his son, and fearful of its influence on the happiness of his pet Annie, he sent the boy, at eighteen, to New York?, consigning him to the care of an old friend who was doing a very large business in Wall street, as a banker and broker. Years passed by, bringing nothing but good to the merchant’s home, where Annie Bell grew like some fair young flower, gathering sweetness and brightness from all around her. There was sunshine in the ripples of her golden hair, sunshine in her dimpled smiles. No fairy dancing in greenwood shades ever moved more lightly; no bird ever caroled more sweetly. And beneath all this lightness lay woman’s thoughtful tenderness and a rare strength of prihciple. Robert Be’l made an annual visit at Christmas to his father, bringing Annie costly presents, and his father such letters from his old frien4 as made him forget his fears, and rejoice in his son’s ability and success. When Annie was eighteen, and Robert twenty-six, John Bell died—died suddenly, having failed to do what he had often called other men fools for not doing—to ipake a will. It was of little consequence, people said; he vyould have left all to his children, of course, and Robert will take care of Annie’s portion as well as his own. Poor Annie! She struggled to be calm, but the brightness was all tone as she saw the dear old ome . dismantled, the familiar things, hallowed by the touch of the hand she had loved so tencleaiy, thrown aside valueless, or borne away as the property of strangers. But she was young, and life again grew bright for her in Robert’s home in the city —a home over which a fashionable wife presided, and where there was a luxury and display quite new to our simple Annie. “Why, Robert, how rich you must be!” .as she gazed arbund rooms rich with brocade ■■and velvet, and dazzling with ormolu, and whose, walls were hung with

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pictures which seemed to her the choicest gems of art. “Silly child!” cried Robert, “all this is only my stock in trade. Who do you suppose wopld do business with a ppor banker?” “But then, you must be rich to have such stock in trade,” cried Annie decisively. Robert answered only by a quick glance at his wife. She was readier of tongue. “Certainly, Annie,” she said, "must be or will be, for appearances produce realities.” • _ . .. Mrs. Robert Bell was perhaps also classed by Robert as part of his stock in trade, her social talent attracting many of those to his house who afterward became useful to him in business. Not a few men of retired habits and inherited wealth, not a few well-endowed widows, had been decided—in the delicate question of the banking-house which should become the depository of their unemployed capital and the adviser and agent in its investment—by a graceful attention from a lady who combined the elegance of perfect ton with a tact that enabled her to adapt herself to each varied form of character among those whose favor she desired to win. There was no doubt that this marriage, if a speculation, had been a profitable speculatien for the house of Braine & Bell; and now, just as an unusual run on the stock of the Ocafenoca Railroad, of which Braine & Bell were the principal holders, had been made by the “bears”—Braine & Bell were “bulls,” of course—and they might have suffered in consequence, John Bell had died, and the fortune he left—Annie’s share of it as well as Robert’s—served as a very convenient bolster for the sinking heads of the firm. “Annie, I find that my father’s property has increased in value since he retired from business. His estate is valued at two hundred thousand dollars. So you see you are an heiress. What will you do with your money?” “That is for you to say, Robert,” said Annie, quickly; then hesitated, and, blushing and stammering, added: “Of course, Robert, I want you to take—that is, I want to pay—that is, I mean—my expenses here, you know.” “Oh, that is nothing!” exclaimed Robert. “Oh, yes, Robert; indeed I could not be easy.” “Oh, well—be easy. I’ll see to all that; but that will be a bagatelle— a thousand or so,-two at most—ho w much more will you want? All you do not want had bet, ter be invested in railroad bonds—pay capitally.” “Could I have five hundred dollars to spend as I please?” asked Annie, timidly. “Five hundred dollars! Why, you will want that for your dress alone as’ soon as you lay aside this heavy, gloomy dress; and, by-the-by, dear, I wish you would lighten your mourning—now don’t begin to cry, Annie—you know, if it would do him any good, I would wear it, and have you wear it, forever; but it cannot, and it does me serious harm.” “Harm, Robert?” sobbed Annie, trying vainly to press back her tears. “How can that be 1 If .it is so, I had better go away.” “Just like a woman’s reasoning. Now listen to me one moment, Annie, and 7 you will understand the case, and, I am sure, will do what- I want. It is not, Annie, that I feel less our great loss than you do, but business men have not time to listen to“feeling; hence, if one pauses in the race for that, down he goes, and a dozen trample over him in their eager rush _for the prize we are all seeking. A pretty, agreeable young lady in a house is often a great help in my business, and you know, dear, we are in the same boat now, and sink or swim together.” “But, Robert, I do not yet understand what my mourning has to do with all this.” “Why, Annie, do you not see that it makes the house gloomy, and people will not come to a gloomy house? Sarah would have given one of her charming petite soupers last week, but how could she entertain gay guests while you moved like a heavy, black cloud over the scene?” “Then, Robert, let me go away.” “And have everybody saying I was so hard-hearted 1 had driven my sister from my house!” “What shall I do, Robert?l know not what you wish,” Annie spoke impatiently. “1 will tell you, Annie. I have asked two or three gentlemen to dinner to-day; let Sarah make some change in your . dress; it shall still be black, but it may be a little lighter, a little more becoming, and then come to dinner determined to be my bright, beautiful sister again.” “I will do my best,” Annie said, coldy, and Robert kissed her and called her his pet, and then hurried away, feeling himself a little ashamed of his own talk. Could he ' have looked back and seen tine girlish face fall into the clasped hands, and heard the deep sobs that shook the slender fopuii he would scarcely have been comforted. But he did not look back, and the storm hilled at last, and Annie rose and sought Mrs. Robert Bell, decided to do all they wished to night, and to morrow to write to a friend in E to look out a home for her there. We have said that Mrs. Robert Bell possessed tact, and she manifested it on this occasion. Annie was asked to make no painful changes, and yet, by the aid of a skillful coiffeur and modiste, a different air-was given to her dress, which seemed now-to render more interesting the sweet, childlike face glowing with the excitement of dressing for the first time consciously for effect. Among the guests of the evening was a young Southerner, rich, handsome, agreeable. The first quality, was his passport to the eociety'of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Bell. The others won for him the heart of Annie. Over their loves I shall not linger. It was the old story—who does not know it ? Bryan Randolph, proud of his pedigree, of his old home, of the associations with his- name, who had sometimes doubted whether he should find any one worthy of bearing the honored name and continuing the line of the Randolphs, saw this fair, simple Annie Bell, and doubted only whether he were worthy to win and wear so charming a prize. And Annie—well, Annie never wrote that to-qiorrow’s letter to seek a a ho<ne at E-—, but consented to transfer her home to Southern lands, 1 Bryan was impatient to wear what he had won, but his father must signify his consent before Annie would become his wife; and, with the best heart in the world, his father had strong prejudices, and hated Yankees, and so Bryan dared not trust his cause to a letter, but must return in person. “Only for a few wteks, Annie, and then you must be ready,” he said.

“I will be ready,” answered the blushing Annie; and then, by one of those strange associations of thought which it is difficult to trace, she suddenly exclaimed, in a gleeful voice: “I am so glad I am rich! Did you know I was an heiress ? ■Ar’n’t you glad of it?” ‘‘No, indeed,” said Bryan, coldly, for him. “Why, father does not care about wealth; he would give all the gold that ever was coined for one ounce of good blood—an honorable name is his strongest passion.” Annie shrank a little from her loverfelt a little that he did, not understand, perhaps that he undervalued her; then, with a little quiver in her voice, which went to Bryan’s heart, she said, softly: “Was not my father’s an honorable name? He was called ‘Honest John Bell.’ ” “Yes, indeed, a noble name; something to be proud of. I shall tell my father that, Annie.” Robert Bell, well pleased with his sister’s engagement, was strangely angry with her for insisting on the postponement of the marriage until Randolph Bryan could see his father, obtain his consent, and return. “Obtain his consent!” he said, with a sneer; “you talk as if that was certain; you know little of the pride of'these Southern dons.” Annie grew a little pale, but she answcred, steadily: “The more danger there is of Mr. Bryan’s refusal, the more necessity there is that his son should not take his consent for granted.” Robert was silenced, but by no means pacified. He hastened to his wife, who was reclining on a couch in her dressingroom, resting after a round of visits. “How have things gone to-day?” she asked, quickly. “Worse and worse. I have had to call in everything we could get— ’* “Annie’s one hundred thousand dollars?” —— , ■ '■ ■ “Swallowed up long ago, poor child! That is what makes me half mad at the idea of her letting Bryan go home without her. He would never miss that hundred thousand dollars; he has more wealth now than he knows what to do with—as his wife Annie would have been splendidly provided for, and she would have owed it to me, so that if I had never been able to pay her a cent, I should not have been troubled. Now—well, I cannot help it, I could not command Fortune; I have done as welt for her as for - myself.” “Is it too late to make some provision for her? The place at Newport is safe—you bought that in my name. If this house could only be secured to Annie—” “Capital! I will see to it at once. Tomorrow everything may be discovered, and then it will be too late. It is only four o’clock, and Emmonds never leaves his office before five. Make an excuse for me if I am late for dinner”—and Robert Bell hurried away. For months he had been living the feverish life of one who knows that more than fortune, reputation, his right to a place among honorable men, rested as much on chance as does the stake which the desperate gambler has just thrown upon the fatal red or black. His father’s fortune had long been sunk—his own earnings had gone before—his Wife’s dower had been expended in furnishing the house at Newport, and the yet more expensively arranged house in the city. Sarah had been reared in luxury, and must not be asked to sacrifice her accustomed surroundings. They must live up the income which her family supposed them to possess—to bo of being in any strait would be fatal. Expensive houses, rich furniture—these were the capital on which he traded—these gave confidence to depositors. And when losses followed losses, and nothing that was properly their own was left—what then ? Why, credit was more than ever necessary to them—and confidence makes credit—and so on to the end—the bitter end of ruin and shame. Am I sketching a strange, fanciful picture? Is the picture not a portrait the truth of which every day’s experience may verify? Must it, shall it be ever thus? O mothers, to whose honored bands the Giver of~ life has committed the first guardianship, the first guidance of the future man, will you not sacrifice your little vanities to the grand posSibilities of your position? Will you not become, as you may, the regenerators of society, by teaching your children to prize unsullied honor above wealth? to think the gaze and envy of their fellow creatures a poor exchange for a mind at peace, and a heart on which rests the sunlight of God’s favor? We speak to mothers, because we believe that in the nursery often the mold has been cast that shapes the future life; but we must not linger—the end is near. For a few weeks longer Robert Bell was able to stave off the coming ruin. Its shadow was upon him during all those perhaps none but the simple Annie, who’had seen the deep depression of his lonely hours and his reckless gayety in society, could have been surprised when the last blow fell. To herthe surprise was utter. No dream, no faintest suspicion of the truth had eyer dawned upon her. How could the daughter of “ Honest John Bell ” suspect poverty, ruin, where all. the appliances of luxury were seen ? It was yet early. Anniehad taken her breakfast alone—by no means an unusual event in that self-indulgent household. The French maid of Mrs. Bell came to ask that “mademoiselle would have the bonte to come to the chamber of madam.” Annie found her sister-in-law surrounded by trunks half packed, while both bed and couch were covered with laces, silks, and boxes of jewelry. “Sarah, where are you going?” exclaimed the astonished Annie. “Hush-sh sh, Annie!—close the door. I cannot trust a servant except Fanchette.” “And now the door is closed, what is the matter?—where is-Robert?” “The matter is, Annie, that Robert has failed. He and his partner have lost every thing. TJiey cannot pay sixpence on the dollar.” “Gannot pay! O, Sarah, what will become of their creditors?” cried Annie. “It would be more sisterly, I think, to ask what will become of them—the creditors must take care of Annie did not answer as she might have done—that it was too Iqte for them to do tpat. She said : “Of course, Sarah, Robert is my first thought, and he knows, if you do* not, that all I have will be his,as much as it is mine.” , “He deserves no le l a from yOuifor, in all the anxieties of the last few days, he thought of you, and secured this house and flurniiure to you.” “Secured this house and furniture to’ me! I do not understand. Robert always told me that my father had Jeff me one hundred thousand dollars." V.;„

“Did you expect Robert to put that sum in his pocket and keep it till you called for it? He put it in his business, and it went, of course, with the rest. But this house and furniture will sell, I dare say, for fifty thousand; so you will not be poor. l * . ; ' —■; ? .■. . “But, Sarah, surely this belongs to Robert’s creditors. He told me himself that they trusted him the more for seeing this handsome house and furniture, and—and—” Annie hesitated. She knew not how to putthe thought into words, that Robert was perpetrating a fraud in thus putting beyond the reach of his creditors what he knew had been regarded by them as security for his payment of his debts; but her countenance was sufficiently expressive, and Sarah exclaimed: “Annie, you are too absurd ! I tell you the house is yours, and you may be thankful to Robert for taking such care of you. I sent for you to tell you that I am going to papa’s; and I think you had better come there with me for a few days, till things settle down and people are done talking. Of course you will either sell or let this house.” “Sarah, do you know where Mr. Phenix lives ?” Sarah uttered an impatient exclamation: “I do not believe you have heard a word I said to you! lam sure I don’t know what you want with Mr. Phenix. I suppose you can find where he lives by looking in the directory. I shall leave here this evening, and I advise you to pack your trunks at once.” Annie went to her room, but it was only to put on her bonnet and shawl. She knew that a directory stood on her brother’s table, and she soon acquainted herself with the place of Mr. Phenix’s residence. What she was to do there Annie could scarcely have told; she only felt that she needed such guidance as her father would have given, and that she had often heard him name Mr. Phenix as a man whom he thoroughly trusted. Annie found the house—found Mr. Phenix, for, as we have said, it was yet early, and he was not so active at sixtyfive as he had been when John Bell had known him. We will not dwell upon the interview which followed between the honest old merchant and the young girl anxiously inquiring what was the right way—the straight though narrow path which few, it must be confessed, now follow. Mr. Phenix remembered his visitor as a child, and to her appeal, “Please to tell me, just as my father would have done, what I ought to do!” he answered, gravely: “That will depend, my dear young lady, on what your object is—whether to keep all you can legally ‘for yourself— ” “Oh, no! no!” interrupted poor Annie, with almost passionate emphasis, “I only want to be honest, and, if I can, to save other people from suffering by Robert.” “Then there is no doubt that the house, which is not yours by bona-fide sale, but only by a conveyance intended to put it out of the reach of the creditors, to whom it had been exhibited as part of their security, ought to be given up with your brother's other property, and that your claim on his assets should be put on a par with the claims of other creditors.” “And how should I do this—l am so ignorant?” “You must choose some person to act for you, and give him a power of attorney.” “And would you O Mr. Phenix, for my father’s sake—would you act forme?” “I will for your own sake; but now tell me where you are going, and on what you are to live till this business is arranged?” “ I don’t know exactly. Sarah told me I could go to her father’s with her, till things settled down, but then she thought that—that—” “That you would sell the house arid furniture, and be a rich heiress still; but now that your riches are about to take to themselves wings, what can you do?” “ I think I could be a governess, perhaps, or a teacher of little children in a school, or I could embroider, or color photographs.” Poor Annie’s heart grew faint, the radiance all faded from her eyes and the color from her face, as she enumerated thus her little accomplishments. They seemed so very little, and such a long, dull tract of lonely, toilsome life seemed to stretch out before her, while hovering aboveTt gleamed and glistened imnocking brightness the life of love and joy which would have been hers as Randolph Bryan’s wife—a life never now to be hers, “ for his father will never consent to his wedding one who brings with her neither riches nor good name.” “Poor child! you are faint—rest yourself and I will call Mrs. Phenix.” But Annie would not be delayed; action, she felt, was the best medicine for her grief. The arrangements were soon completed that were necessary to make Mr. Phenix jier agent—her trunks were packed—and then came the important question. “ Where shall I go?" Sarah had departed in a rage with what she termed the absurdity of Annie’s proceedings, accusing her of unsisterly insensibility, and assuring her that neither Robert nor she would interfere, with her hereafter; since she had found another adviser. Annie was not wholly destitute, for there Still remained in her purse nearly' three hundred dollars of the last money which Robert had paid her, as a dividend on her shares of certain stock. With this sum she might have lived with tolerable comfort for some months at E-—but in New York she wduld be more likely to obtain such employment as she could honestly engage to perform. But where could she hope to find a homo at once cheap and respectable—she who had never entered a boarding-house in her life? Her painful thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. Phenix, whose kind heart had been stirred by her husband’s narration of his morning ' interview with Annie. “Come to us, my child, for the present, you want quiet; things will shape themselves by-and-by — we will help you to look for employment;” and so these good Samaritans poured oil and wine into the Wounds they knew of—there was one they knew notoF, which was draining the life-blood from the young heart. Annie had accepted separation from Randolph Bryan; as a consequence less of her poverty than of ' the disgrace which had fallen on her name, she had accepted it with mute desI pair. -“My father values an honorable name more than millions of gold,” were words that rang in her ears even in her I dreams. Randolph Bryan had hastened home on , wings supplied' by love and hope. His fafher would be angry, doubtless, at his marrying a Northern girl, but he could not refuse him what he would see was so necessary to his happiness, and he would love Annie as soon as he saw her. She was jus) what his father most admired in ! wonym. hope had told a flatJ "

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tering tale. Mr. Bryan utterly refused to listen to his son. Randolph grew angry, said willful words, and so threw a darker shadow around Annie’s image in his father’s mind. Thus, one morning, in the second week after Randolph’s return, found the father and son sitting in almost silent estrangement over their late and luxurious breakfast. The mail-bag was brought in, and, opening it, Mr. Bryan ‘tossed contemptuously to his son a letter bearing the New York post mark. Randolph tore it open, and sat in utter bewilderment over the few lines in which Annie, with a quietude that seemed to him coldness, released him from every claim lie had given her upon him. Poor child! how she had striven to suppress the cry of her heart as she wrote; there was just the one crushing fact—he was nothing to her nowpwhat need of cries? she could die silently. Randolph, too, was stunned. He, too, saw only the fact —they were parted—wherefore ? He looked to Iris father, and saw him reading eagerly a New York journal, while the flush of anger was on his brow, and his eyes gleamed like live coals, as throwing the paper to his son, he said: “Read that, sir, and see with what you would Lave allied us.” Randolph read an account of the dishonorable failure of Messrs. Braine & Bell—an account which certainly did not extenuate aught. He read, and his heart grew Jighter. This, then, was Annie’s reason: she would noll ink him w ith dishonor. “Father,” he said, placing Annie’s letter before Mr. Bryan, “read that, and do my poor Annie justice!’ Mr. Bryan read, and was silent. “Father, I ask you as a gentleman, what answer should I make to such a letter?” Slowly, reluctantly, doubtless, Mr. Bryan answered, but decidedly: “You must go, my son, and bring her back with you. You had best set out tonight,” / ■. ’.. “And will you welcome her, father ?" The fire flashed again. “You appealed to me as a gentleman, sir. Do you doubt that I shall act as one to a lady in my own house?” “Your daughter, father?” . No answer followed. Mr. Bryafi had opened another journal—one day later—and his eye had lighted again on the names of Braine & Bell. The journalist, referring to the facts given the previous day, added that a gleam of light had been thrown upon the dark transaction by the noble conduct of a lady connected with one of the parties, whose name was suppressed from respect for her delicacy. Then followed an account of a meeting of the creditors of Messrs. Braine & Bell, at which Mr. Phenix, of the well known firm of Phenix & Co., No. Wall street, appeared, and, acting for this lady, relinquished to the creditors property valued at more than fifty thousand dollars, which had been secured to her. “bee here, Randolph,” said Mr. Bryan, in his gentlest tones, “can this be your Annie?” “Of course it is, father," cried Ran. dolph, exultantly, “this is just like my Annie.” “Randolph, I think I will go with you.” Six days were, as Randolph Bryan felt, wanted in the voyage—for time and space had not yet been annihilated, even for lovers. But the end comes surely, however slowly. The calm atmosphere of a golden October day, when the air seems full of blessing, was arouhd them as they sailed up the beautiful harbor of New York. Mr. Bryan was nearly as impatient now as Randolph, and when Annie first appeared before him, not knowing whom she was to meet, her white, sad face and spiritless movements appealed to all that was pitiful in his heart, and won from the chivalrous gentleman a tender courtesy that would scarcely have been yielded to the heiress and the beauty. Annie is now the joy and light of her husband’s home, as she once was of her father’s; and Robert Bell, who has compromised with his creditors and resumed business, declares that he has no anxiety about her, and is convinced that she owes her present happiness to his brotherly care. — Appleton'e Journal.

An Entire Family Hand-Cuffed and Placed Under Guard by a Gang of Thieves, Who Leisurely Ransack, the Premises and Drill into and Rob a Safe. It is not often that a man has the privilege of superintending the drilling of his own safe by burglars, but such an incident is within the experience of Mr. J. P. Emmet, of New Rochelle, Westchester County, New York. On the morning of the 23d, at 2:30 o’clock, four men clambered in aphis bedroom window. They roughly awakened him, and hand-cuffing his hands behind him, left one riian to guard him with a revolver. The others then similarly bound aeister, a nephew, two. domestics and,.a coachman. All were marched Into Mr. Emmet’* room and guarded with the utmost tenderness. Then the robbers ransacked bureaus, wardrobes and trunks for the safe key, but they were unsuccessful. The key had been left in New York. Unable to open the safe, which stood in the back parlor, they tried to blow it open. The blast blew outward instead of inward, and the door was unopened. Next they operated with drills, and made a hole large enough to admit a band. A quantity of jewelry and some money, estimated at S6OO in all, were extracted. Having taken everything valuable and portable, they wished Mr. Emmet and his family a pleasant good morning and politely took their leave. A few figures Will sometimes make thorough work with a newspaper sensation. One of the essayists at the recent meeting of the Public Health Association said that during the war there was a rumor that Southern emissaries intended to poison the drinking water of the city. He made a little calculation of the matter, and found that to poison the water supply of the city for a single day would reI quire 114 tons of arsenic, or three and a half tons of strychnine, of which there * was probably not a ton in the whole world. Light is generally considered by men of science as consisting in the propagation of vibrations or undulations in a subtle, elastic medium, or ether, assumed to pervade all space, and to be thus set iu vibrating motion by the action of luminous bodies, as the atmosphere by sonorous bodies. This theory is known as the w»didating or wave theory. This is substantially Prof. Tyndall’s belief, we brileve, as advocated in his Fragments of Science, though he is by no mentis the author of the theory.

AN AUDACIOUS ROBBERY.