Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 3, Number 24, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 14 December 1872 — Page 6

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IF WE WOULD. —fe^s

If we would bat check the speaker When he spoils his neighbor's fame, II wc would bat help the erring,

Ere we utter word» of blame I! we woald, b»w many miciu we Turn from paths of am ana shame.

Ab. the wrongs that might be rightedIf we would but see the way! Ah, the pains that might be lightened

Every hour and every day, If we would bat hear the pleadings Of the hearts that go astray. Let a* step outside the stronghold

Of our selfishness and pride Let us lift our fainting brothers, Let us strengthen ere we chide Lei us, ere we blame the fallen,

Hold a light to cheer and guide.

Ah, how blessed—ah, how blessed' Earth would be If we'd bat try Thui to aid and right the weaker,

Thus to rhcck ea«*h brother's sigh Thai to talk of duty's pathway To oar better life nigh. In each life, however lowly.

There are seed* of rnizhly good .'-.Still, we shrink from souls appealing With a timid "if we could

But aOod wbojudgeth all things Knows the truth Is, "If we would."

[From the Lakeside Magazine for November.]

A Night of Terror.

Whose picture ia this, Ada? The lace is certainly very handsome, but there is something in the expression that, to me, at least, is quite unpleasant—almost repellent.

My cousin took from my hand the holograph that I had been examining, .ooked at it a moment with an expression of surprise not untningled with pain, and then turning away her head with a gesture of disgust, threw it among the buring coals in the grate. "I thought that was destroyed long ago," she said, rising hastily from her chair and pacing rapidly up and down the room, as If she were striving to banish, by the motion, some unpleasant reminisences. "It is strange that it has never been destroyed

It was one of the dreariest days of a Canadian winter the air without was darkened by the fast falling snow freezing as it fell till it rattled like hail on the windows and the wind, raging, and blowing as it does in no other country, bad formed great white drifts that threatened to exclude entirely the faint light that still struggled throngh the ice-covered panes. On such a day there was no dangar of interruption by visitors. So Ada and myself had quietly settled ourselves in her coz, little sewing-room, where, wit, gas lighted, inner shutters closed and barred, heavy damask curtains closely drawn, and a bright coal fire blazln in the grate, we strove to forget, ami our surroundings, the wild storm that raged without. We had dragged an old chest from some obscure closet and wero ransacking its recesses for bright scraps of ribbon, silk and velvets, with bits of gold and silver lace ana spangles, from which we intended to form gorgeous needle-books and pincushions for tho fancy table at a ladies bazaar. Amid these I had found the photograph in question, and I saw, with surprise, its effects upon my usually calm and trnnquil cousin. "A story! a story!" I exclaimed, "come, tell mo a story and make me forget the snow and the wind and my disappointment at not being able to go to tho theater to-night, and all my homesick feelings for my dear California home, where days like this could not even be imagined. I know from your looks that there is a story connected with that very handsome gentleman with the wicked looking eyes." "Wicked looking eyes!" she rep.ated slowly. "Yes, Anna, you may well call thorn so, but with all their wickedness there was a strange charm. & magnetism, in their boauty, which it seemed almost impossible to resist. Ah I see that you are determined to have the story, and as I have a vivid remembrance of how persistent you can be, I know that I must snbtnit. 'To begin at the beginning,' as vou used to say, when a child at the time of my marriage to Harry Gordon we wero far from rich, I hnd only the small property given by your ftther, who would not allow his orphan niece to go portionless from his home, and Hurry had a small amount invested in the banking-house ot a friend. The failure of this friend soon after oar arrival in Now York made it necessary for my husband to obtain a situation lnstoad of establishing himself in business, as he had intended, and we came to Torortto, whero he was employed by tho firm ol I*eo it Brothers. Ills salary was small, nnd wo were obliged to live as economically as possible so Harry rented a small heuso on Yonge street, furnished it with as little expense as was consistent with comfort, and took mo there to commence house-keeping on a very small scale indeed, keeping no servant except a woman who came once a wook, to wash, and a man who came occasionally to saw wood, bring in coal, etc. "As this house is closely connected with my story, I wilt describe it to f'ou.

It was a low brick cottage, standng quite alone in the center of a large garden, with vaoant lots behind, on each side, and in front, too, on the other side of the street so that we were quite as much removed from neighborly companlonsnip as If we were living in the country. A small covered porch was in front, with a door opening into our parlor, sitting and dining room In one, fronting this door, another open* k1 into tho kitchen, and another to the right into niv bedroom a door to the right of the kitchen opened into a small store room and baric of the kitchen was a small latticed porchr with the wood and coal house at one side. Here I lived as mistress and inaid-of-all-work, for Harry's limited salary would not permit us to keep a servant but bard as I worked some of my bap-

Eouse.

lest hours were passed in that little I often thought of my dear old home in San Francisco, and smiled as I Imagined the astonishment of your father, if he could but see his gay and thoughtless niece, 'brilliant butterfly,' as be used to call me transformed into a busy, working bee. "One day, when little Alec was about five weeks old, I dismissed the woman whom we had employed for a short time, and resumed my household labor*. Bridget had been a very good servant, but things in general had been allowed to lose the neat and or* derly arrangement in which I had left them, and I spent a busy day in cleaning and arranging the appurtenances belonging to my small household. I succwded at last In bringing order rut of confusion, and, before the return of my husband from the store, my home looked as bright and cheerful as it had done before my illness. "I think I never felt more contented and happy than I did that evening One great sense of anxiety had just been removed. TM situation of so* pnuao. which I had been obliged to resign, had been ottered to me sg*in that day, with an Increase of salary, more than sufficient to defrar the expenses of my illnts* and Miss Janet Gordon,

Harry's aunt, had made

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possible for

by offering to take charge

of my baby during my absence. My past illness gave a new feeling of enjoyment to the

With

and vigor now cours

ing through my veins. ••I was expecting aunt Janet to come with my husband to take dinner with us that evening, and had taken great pains in

preparation of her favorite

dish, 'Cock-a-leekie,' which she said that I could prepare almost as well as a Scotch woman and had dressed myself, as Harry liked to see me, in blue merino with plain linen cuffs and collar, fastened with a simple bow of blue ribbon—my best drees, Anna, of which I was obliged to be careful, so I protected it from contact with the cook stove by a large housewife's apron ol blue check. .. "I thought as I stood looking into my little psrlor, that I bad never before Been it look so pleasant and homelike.

mellow light of an autumn sunset streaming through the clear glass of the window, giving a roseate tinge to the fresh innslin curtains a bright coal

fire

glowed in the polished grate, and before it stood the table,

brightness.

ready

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prepared

for dinner, with its spotless damask covering faultlessly clean napkins, clear shining glass, pure white China, and plated ware—we could not afford

silver—polished

to the extreme of

Our

one handsome piece of

furniture, a magnificent piano given me bv your father, stood open, with Harry's favorite music on the rack, and bis Ante lay ready on the music stand but the loveliest object to my eyes was the inmate of the little cradle, lying with wide open eyes, and uttering that soft cooing sound which foolish mothers like myself interpret into all manner of sweet words and loving phrases. "It is said that a serpent enters every Eden and the one that invaded miur came in the form of Arthur Tremaine. I bad often beard Harry speak of Arthur Tremaine, the hero of his boyhood but when I was introdnced to him that evening, and tried to welcome him as my hnsband's friend, there was something behind the handsome face and the faultlessly polished manner that Beetned to repel rae7 If I were a Swedenborgian I would say that our spheres were antagonistic. I felt the fascination of his address and brilliant conversational powers, but I oould not leel at ease in his society. He boarded at Rossin House, and as he was reported to be a millionaire on the lookout for some

investment for his spare

thousands, he soon became a welcome visitor at the best houses in the city. Still, notwithstanding all the attention that was paid him and the constant invitations that he received, his most frequent visits were, made to onr humble home. As tiuie passed on, the aversion that I felt at first ceased almost entirely, and I began to look forward with pleasure to tho time of his coming. He had a remarkably fine tenor voice and was a brilliant performer on the piano, and as Harry and myself were both passionately fond of music our evenings passed delightfully. He came almost daily: at first, only in the evening, when my husband would be at home bnt In a few weeks he came frequently at hours when Harry would be at the store. At length I was aroused to the knowledge of the fact that these visits always were followed bv a feeling of vague dissatisfaction with the situation in which I was placed, and with my surroundings. I took myself seriously to task, ana now remembered covert hints and insinuations alluding to my former position, half expressed pity for the change, many things, so quietly said and so delicately covered that they had failed at the time to excite my anger or suspicion. But why should he wish to make me discontented with my home? My suspicions once aroused I became convinced that he was trying to wean ma from my true love for my husband, and to win that love for himself. "Ashamed to think so myself, and moro ashamed to confess it to another, I conld not go to Harry and ask him to put an end to Mr. Tremaine's too freauent visits but went to Aunt Janet and complained of the intarruption of my household duties. She only said, 'Right, child! You arequito right' but from that da Mr. Tremaine always found her established in our little parlor with her knitting, looking grim and stately, ready to assist me in entertaining him, or to entertain him herself, excusing me on account ol my household cares. "After the advent of Aunt Janet, Mr. Tremaine's visits became less frequent but I was soon pained to see a great change in my husband. The cheerful, hopeful look vanished from his face, and gave place to an expression of tho deepest dejection. Instead ol spending his evenings at home, as had always been his haoit, he remained out late at night, and returned sad and despondent, his sleep was restless and interrupted, and he looked so haggard and careworn that 1 became anxieus about his health. "Near the last of December Harry's employers determined to send him to Montreal in charge of a large sum of money, nearly forty thousand dollars.' He waato'leave in the train at ten P. M., and when be returned in the evening he brought the money with htm. Mr. Tremaine accompanied him, and I heard my husband say excitedly: 'Never jest with mo again in that manner, Arthur, or our friendship must cease. Dearly as I love my wife, not even for her dear aake would I wrong my employers out ot one flu-thing ana 1 can not and will not have my honesty oalled In question, even in lest.' "Mr. Tremrine laughed lightly as he made some low reply. They shook hands, and the subject seemed to be forgotten. "Mr. Tremaine intended toatart that evening lor New York, by the way of Niagara, and at five o'clock my nusband accompanied him to the terminus ot thp Great Weatern Railroad. He returned in an hour, complaining of a severe headache. He said that he had taken a glass of ale with his friend before bidding him good bye, and had not felt well afterwards indeed, from that time he had been constantly growing worse, I made him a strong cup of tea, bathed his bead, and did all in my power to arouse him from the stupor that seemed to be overpowering him. At length, becoming alarmed, I despatched the wood sawyer for the nearest physician. He soon! returned, say* ing that the doctor would be there In hall an hour. Bight, nine, ten o'clock came, but no doctor. I looked anxloualy from the door, but the weather had beome stormy, and the drifting snow kept every person within doors, so that I could not see a aingle ptseer-by. I could not leave my helpleaa babe, and apparently dying husband, who now IAV erfrctly unconscious, his livid face and heavy labored breathing awakening my greatest team so with a fervent prayer that God, in His infinite mercy would spare my dear one, I prepared to spend the night in watching by his side. "Eleven o'clock, and still no change for the better. The fire was burning low. and I took the coal scuttle to replenish it with eml. As I knew that the wind would extiinguiah the lamp,

TRR^-ffiutK BkTURTAY. KVBN1NG MAIL. DF.CEMBER 14. 1S72.

that I would find my way to the coal house in the dark. As I stepped upon the kitchen porch I started thinking that I heard the sound of voices. Robberies had bee* frequent, particularly during the last lew months, and for the first time that night I thought of the large sum of money now lying in the house.

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not mista

ken. Notwithstanding the violence oi the atorm, I could hear persons conversing in the coal bouse and silently approaching, I could distisguish the words. To my amazement, the voice wasthat,of Mr. Tremaine. "Are you perfectly sure," said lie "that she has bad no opportunity to send the money back to Lee & Brothers?" Ku "Sure! Of course I'm sure," answered the other. "Haven't I watched thehouse all the evening? She came to the door two or three times and looked up and down the streetbut no one would be out such a night as this." "Have you seen Gordon?" "Yes. She sent me for the doctor, and I hid myself a bit, and went and told her the doctor would be there in half an hour. Gordon breathed so loud that you could hear him all over the house his face was purple, almost black, and he appeared not to know anything. "Yes I suppose so. I gave Tom the wink to give him a strong dose. Did you remove the bolts and window fastenings from the store room "Yes, 1 did that when I went to tell Mrs. Gordon about the doctor." "You have done well. If we succeed you shall have three thousand. How about that shanty of yours on Pigeon Lake? Can we take her there, and will there be anybody to take care of her?" "Of course. I have sn Indian wife and two grown daughters. She must be gagged and well wrapped up in the buffalo robe? for the last sixty miles you must hire Indians to carry her. But what will you do with the child? Will you take that, too?" "No. I shall leave that with Gordon. If he lives—which is doubtful, lor be took a strong dose—be will thiuk that his wife stole the money and deserted him and the child. Be careful to replace the bolts and leave everything seoure but tho front door. I have made Gordon think that his wife is discontented, tired of her hard life, and longing for ease and wealth." "When will the sleigh be here?" "At ten o'clock precisely. You must be ready for action theb, but now you bad better see that all is safe." 1 had stood as one spell-bound, while the villains discussed their plans, and now I dragged myself wearily into the kitchen, closed and bolted the door, and then went back to the bedside of iny husband. I took my sleeping baby from its crib and laid it by its father's side, and taking the money from the drawer placed it under his pillow. A revolver lay on the secretary, and Harry had taught me bow to use it. I examined the barrels to see that all were loaded and primed, and laid it on the bedside then, after one prayer for Divine aid and protection. I seated myself once more by the side of my apparently dying husband, to bathe his head and breast, and do what little I could to arouso him from the fearful stupor which I now feared must end in death. That

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a terrible watch, dear

Anna. The strong arm that had always been ready to protect me, now lay weak and powerless as an infant's, and I, a frail and timid woman, left alone to defend myself and my dear ones from the cruel villians already on the watch to invade our peaceful home. "Twelve o'clock! How soon it came! Not quite one but there was a slight noise at the store room window. My ears were strained to catch the slighest sound a door opened softly, and muffled steps were heard crossing the kitchen floor. I raised the revolver, with my finger on the trigger then two men with masked faces, bending forward and peering carefully around them, stole slowly into the parlor they were just opposite my bedroom door, when taking deliberate aim, I fired once, twice one fell, but his companion sprang toward me with an oath. I fired again and again, he was wounded but still came staggering towards me I fired again. Anna, I had meant to wound, to disable him and as he fell dead at my feet, shot through the heart I sank swooning to the floor. "I do not know how long I lay unconscious, but I was aroused by the groans of the wounded man, and his piteous appeals for water. I raised myself with difficulty, almost hoping to find the events of the night only a fevered dream: but there lay the horrible witness that they were too true. His head lay within the doorway, and I was obliged to pass bim to give assistance to his wounded and suffering comrade. My feet seemed like lead but 1 moved, slowly and mechanically, to do what must bo done, I brought him water, removed the mask and raised his head that he might drink, staunched the blood, and applied a bandage to his wound, bathed his face, placed a pillow under his head, and spread a blanket over him to protect him from the cold. "By this time Harry's face had lost its purple hoe, and bis breathing bad become mora natural. 1 bathed his head with ic& water, and as I hsd heard that coffee is an antidote against narootles, I made some, hot and strong. I succeeded in arousing him sufficiently to be able to drink it, 'and soon saw that danger was past. Then, womanlike, I was overcome by the consciousness of what I had been through, and sank cowering by the bedside, my head upon my husband's breast, and clung to him with the feeling that weak and half conscious as he was, he could still prefect me. "When I wss fully aroused the next morning to a knowledge of my situation, Harry stood at my #ide, still pale and weak from the effects|ofyesterday's potion. Mr. Lee'a voice in the next room was giving orders forthe removal o'fthe dead body of Mr. Tremaine, and the safe keeping of his wounded associate, Thomas McGrath. the wood sawyer while dear Aunt Janet, with her arms around my neck, was calling me 'brave little woman' little knowing what a coward I felt myself to be, ana declaring me a worthy member of the family ef Gordon. "This is the story, Anna, and yon will not wonder that I should shudder and turn pale when anything recalls to my remembrance that Night of Terror."

CoscjfDRriia.—What two letters signify a written article? & A. (e*say.) What bird's name can be spelt with two letters? P. N. (pen-hen.) What powder can be spelt with two etters? K. N. (cayenne.) What word, signifying anything taken, can be spelt with two letters? C. Z. (seised.) Why is the letter D. like a sailor? Because ft follows the C. (sea-) Why are B, and D. in the alphabet like England and France? Because there is a C. (lias) between them. Why is a firaefted idea like the sea? Because it is a notion (an ocean.)

Her Two Hands.

Old Caspar came homo about sunset. His pick was on bis shoulder so waa bis old wool hat, for he thrust it far back from his wrinkled front. Caspar had a.bend, as if he had beeu half persuaded these mony years to go on bands and knees again, so heavily time sat on his bsck, and so cloee to the earth did his daily labor draw him.

He was a good-natured, trotting old fellow, working his mouth eagerly, and straining his bleared eyes, as he{ approached the town's draggled skirts, for very thinking of his folks—his old woman and his Tittle gal.

Tbere were rows of dismal frame huts all around, built«by railroad companies for the purpose of pennyingas many of their employees' families at a time as possible. They reposed, grimy and barn-like, squat on that saudy foundation which Scripture condemns, swarmiug with legions of tallow-headed children. Women, sharp at the elbows, and sharper at the lace, were raising clouds of pork smoke from their respe tive kitchen altars. In fact, the while neighborhood reeked with the smell of greaso, and the evening was so warm a Laplander might ha* resented it. But Caspar's nose was not delicate. He trotted over the cinder sidewalk, nodding this way and that, glad there waa such a fine air, and that his old bones were so near home. "Thar's the little gil, as usual," he chuckled, as he turned a corner, and found Madgio on her lookout at the gate. She was a comforting sight to see in that neighborhood, so tidy and fair, in calico and braids, and the pink flesbcolor of youth. You wondered why she hadn't been set further up town, and draped in something costly: why her deft fingers had never learned there were ten keys to unlock a soul which slumbnTs in rosewood, and which rises at a touch, like some blessed genii, to comfort all ills and fill all thoughts you wondered why some high-bred father was not coming home to her now. But then this old man would have found it so hard to do without her. Then, too, Madgie might never in her life have struck the royal heart which was now in her hands, which she held her bank against all tho future, and the interest oi which was the only income she wanted.

There you are, grandpa!" cried

^'Yba,' and there you are, Madgie. And here we both are, Madgie!" entering the open gate, and casting down bis pick.

He put his hands on each side of her head, and gave her a sounding smack on the cheek. '•Supper'sready."

Yes, yes just wait till I git a little of the smut off my hands and neck. It's been a powerful hot, dusty day."

Caspar trotted through the little barn allotted to him, hailed his old wife, who sat ready to pour his tea, and after blowing and plunging through a deal of water, returned to his family with shining countenance and a handful of onions. .. "I just pulled them up for a relish. They're cooling, ingens is. You tended that ingen-bed, didn't you, Madgie?"

Grandma and I." And we wanted some of them ingens for market," said the old wife, eyeing the sacrifice severely. "We ain't got no ground to throw away raisin' luxuries for ourselves." "Well wil, mother," pleaded Caspar, dipping bis fragrant sphere in silt, "I don't calk'late te pull 'em all. Ijist wanted somethin' refreshin' after a hard day. Taste 'em, Madgie," said he insinuating the emerald tops toward her. "Oh, no, grandpa keep 'em yourself, shaking her head and smiling.

I feel," rambled Caspar, filling his senses and his Jaw with perfumed roots, until a blind man would have pronounced him a Mexican, if his nose had sat in judgment over Caspar, "I r'ally leel as if I needed somethin' refreshin', workin' hard day after day for nothin', you might say. Sort of seein' your work go to pieces undor your eyes, and knowin' the danger to them on the road." "What do you mean, grandpa?" cried Madgie, turning wh^te as her bread and butter.

Why, honey, you see we've picked and picked in that cut, and the site's as unstlddy as water. The stones and earth jist roll on the track contineral. The company orter do somethin' to that cut. Stones as big as you is jarred down every train. But then the road's new, the road's new, yet."

Men a'n't got no sense," broke in the old wife. "Don't you see you're skeering that child to death for lear Charley '11 git smashed up. He runs on that road."

Two blades of keen remorse leaped from Caspar's bleared eyes. Now, don't you be skecred, honey, Take an ingen, honey."

He reached over to ber pet fingers. Charity didn't pass to-day when the dirt was rattlin' down so. He don't pass till half-after eight this evening, and we left the track as clean as this table. Yes, air, them rails is as tree and bright as new tin pans. So, don't you be skeered, honey. "I'm not scared about anything, grandpa." said Madgie, tremulously, but smiling like a rainbow.

Thare, now, mother," cried Caspar triumphantly, returning to his onions, "you come down on me for nothin'. She ain't skeered a bit."

No, not a bit. She flew about the room like a bird, washed the earthenware, brought her grandfather bis pipe, and dropped at his feet to tell bim some funny story afloat. In hia enjoyment he wrapped himself in such a cloud that sbe could hardly see the clock.

Madgie slipped out to the gate. She was often tbere, looking up the road. The two old people sat inside, thinking of the days when they were young.

Sbe was restless, and fitted over the cinder sidewalk, following a magnet which would have drawn ber from tho center or the earth. To tho road, of course. How often bad ahe watched the rails converging horiaonward until tbey sharpened themselves to a needlepoint! The railroad had a fascination for Madgie. When a baby ahe used to follow her grandfather to bis work, and hide among buabea to see the big freights lumbering, and the express trains whirling into town liko screaming land demons. Sbe had heard of the sea and the spell it had upon sailor*, bnt she saw the railroad, and felt the spell, which nobodv seemed to remark, uiat it cast over inland laborers. She saw ber boy playmates sucked up by "the roadheard ber grandfather tell of balr-breadth escapes from collisions, of cool courage and men who placed themselves between tbe people tbey carried and most horrible death. She had learned the power and mission of "the road." In short, she was aa loyal a daughter of the rail as any Maine skipper's child is of tbe sea. Madgie had affinity for an engine. To this day her throat swelled, ber eyes kindled, when tbe great iron animal swept past ber. Charley drove an engl ne, and bis engine waa, in her eyes, a fitting exponent of the strength and beauty of

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his manhood. Such waa the romance of her little dry life. Everybody muat have hia enthuaiasm. Sbe hsd been in the town's great depot at night, arrived

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like a ben gathering ber chickens—now breathing loud enough to deafen a multitude, now concentrating hia strength and panting alowly away at the head of it* charge. She had waited from sleep to hear them calling to each other through tbe darkness and translated to herself what they said.

It was a proper thing for Madgie to be an engineer's wife. She thought it a fitting thing to be Charley's wife under any circumstances, I assure you. There was now only a little strip of time between Madgie and Charley. She looked over that little strip, snd saw just how it would be. They were to have a cottage on a clean street her grandparents, if they became infirm, were to have a home with her "and these two little hands." said Charley, "will make me the dearest nest I'll be so glad to run into it at night!"

Madgie's pink f-»ce took on rose as ahe thought of all these things, looking up and down the cut to see if the track was clean, as ber grandfather had said. It was clear. She lelt relieved and

foolish aljmit coming out there through the twiilgnt to spy for Charley's welfare, ana much inclined to hide from the smoke rising far off. But those unstable sandy walls towering over bis way Madgie watched them jealously. Just, as the thunder of the train could be beard, her heart stood still" to see them dissolve, like pillars ground by some malicious Samson, and piled upon the track until nothing could be seen for yards but one long hill of earth and stones.

Now, little Madgie, if there is heroism in you, it must meet and lasso that iron beast whirling a hundred people upon death! A hundred! The whole world was in the engine-house. He wouldn't try to save himself when he came upon the life-trap. She eaw how he would set his lips, bend nerve and brain to the emergency she saw how car would crush into car, the wreck be over a burning engine, and Charley be ground and charred under them all!

O sublimely selfish woman! She flew over tho track like a thing of wings. It was life and Charley, or death with Charley! The headlight flashed up through the dusk. There were matches in her pocket

She was seen. The engine rent evening with its yells the brakes were'on —her lasso had caught it—it could now be stopped in time. She darted aside, but the current was too strong for ber. She was dizzy fell, and clutched in the wrong direction. Poor, poor little fingers!

Now the people pour out they run here and there. Women are crying— perhaps becauso tbey wern't hurt. The engineer darts along like a madman, looking under the train. There, a dozen feet before the engine, rises tho sand hill everybody wauls to know how they were stopped before they rounded tbe curve.

Here she is!" shouted Charley, striding up with a limp bundle, like a king who had sacrificed to the good of the State. "She showed the signal, and stood up to it until I saw her— until we almost run her down There's half tbe fingers cut oft her left hand There, what do you think of that now, forthe woman who saved you all?" holding up the mutilated stump.

God bless it prayed an old gentleman, taking off bis nat. Amen!" roared the crowd. With one breath they raised three shouts, which shook tbe sand hills until tbey came down handsomely a second time, Charley standing above their enthusiasm, with tbe fainting child in his arms, like a regent holding some royal infant.

Let me see her?" sobbed first one woman and then another. So Charley sat down and let them crowd around with the Ice water, oologne, and linen for bandages. He even gave tbe men a glimpse of her waxy face, just unfolding to consciousness. Like all Western people tbey wanted to pour ^ut their nearts "in a purse." Madgio hid her face on Charley's blouse and would none of it."

He carriod ber home at the head of a procession, which stopped before her grandfather's hut and cheered her "last appearance." So do people frotb up in giatitude.

An nour afterward, when the neighbors wero dispersed, and Caspar stood convinced that "an ingen" mightr not be the best brace for Madgie's nerves when her hand was dresstd, and her grandmother was quavering a psalm in tho corner, Madgie turned such a look on Charley as even that stout hearted fellow oould not stand. Ho leaned close to her, and not having yet washed tbe smoke ofl bis face, waa as Vulcanlike a lover as you conld desire. But Madgie always saw tbe god, not tbe tD6chftolc«

Oh, Charley, bow can I make a little nest foryou now After the feeling of to-night "is over, you will wish that you had married anybody rather than a mained girl!"

Unwise Madgie! Sbe drew ber fate upon herself. I do aver, that to this day ber nose ia mucb flattened by tbe vioe-like puniabment Charley made ber suffer for that speech.

When he came tho next evening he laid a paper in her lap, and watched the pale face expand and blossom while she read a deed ofgtftto her of the prettiest cottage on the prettiest street in that city. Tbe company which Charley served, and which could do handsome things as well as thoughtless ones, begged her, in a flattering note, to accept tbe gift as only a email acknowledment of their obligations to her.

How could sbe make a little neat for bim asked Charley, looking at ber through brimming eyes. after all,"

••And this will always oe tbe prettiest hand of tbe two," said the foolish fellow touching tho bandaged one.

i'bere were two astonished families at Bangor, Maine, on Thanksgiving morning. T?ie milkman delivered a can of pure milk to one and pure water to the other, by reswan of a mistake in filling tbe cans. *,

A trBNCRrnsR writes to aak us tbe "easiest method to dqftroy skunks." We have found that they ean be kicked to deatb, though horns prefer to wring their necks by hand, chicken laahion.

VRosmxn.—No medicine has attained auch a great reputation as this justly celebrated compound.-

THK CDLTUBK or THB HAIR.—J OAT surely as a soil Infested with the Canadian thistles can be made to produce fine crops of golden grain, the scalp now sparsely covered with harah, dry, unmanageable hair can be made prolific of all ken tresses. All that is necessary to effect the change in either oaae is the right kind of fertilizer. Leaving the agricultural chemiata to determine* how the barren land ahall be made fruitful, we positively assert that Lyon's Katharion is unequalled as a fertiliser and beauHfler of the hau\ Twenty-five years of success Is the basis of (hia unqualified statement. During that time it 'has been used by many millions of both sexes, and tho first Instance in which- it has foiled to fulfill the expectations of a rational purchaser has yet to be disoovered. It will not cause hair to grow on a varnished gourd but wherever tbe roots of the hirsute fidera remain undisturbedit will cause them to put forth new shoots, and in all oases where the hair has become thin it will increase in volume.

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them on a rail, and tore off her apron. Oh tbey wouldn't ignite, and the cotton would but smoulder. It is rolling down on ber as swift as air. Bless the loom which wove the cloth which made the cotton apron She tossed it, blinking and blazing, above her head, walking slowly backward. The redeyed fury roared down at her, but you can't terrify a woman when her mind is made up. It should run over ber before it should reach tbe sand heap.

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