Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 3, Number 29, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 18 January 1873 — Page 6

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SPEAK NAE ILL. ...

Other people have their faults, And BO have yeas well, But all ye chance to see or hear

Ye have no right to tell. If ye canna speak o' good. I

Take care, and see.

if ye

and

should

feel

Earth has all too much woe And not enough o' weal. Be careful that ye make nae strife t, Wl'meddling tongue and brain,

For ye will find enough to do If ye but laok at ha me. If ye canna speak good,

Oh, dlnnaspeak at all, For there Is grief and woe enough 4 Ou this terrestrial ball.

feel like picking flaws,

Ye better go, I ween, And read the book that te.ls ye all About the mote and beam.

Dinna lend a ready ear To gossip or to strife. Or, perhaps, 'twill make for ye

Nae funny thing of life. .j Oh dlnna add to others' \vor, Nor mock it with vour mirth, But give ye kindly sympathy

To suffering ones of earth.

"Grace Stanley's Decision.

I dare say,'Grace, yon have by this [time made up your mind as to what 'ou propose doing,' said Mrs.Manning, a half doubtful manner, gliding into ..niece's chamber and furtively^ casting her eyes over its rich and delicate appointments. «Yes, auntie, I believe I have,' returned the young girl, looking up has1 tily from a just finished note OM her escritoire, and rising to offer some courjtesy to her aunt. ,^nd

pray what

it?

said Mrs.

a*. JManning, peering searcbingly into the tender blue eyes of her niece, and evoking from her a treacherous blush. 'You have at least taken long enough to come to a conclusion.'

Grace turned away to avoid the gaze of Mr?. Manning, and a happy couplet recurring to her memory, sbe smiled pleasantly under the deepening blush, and gayly sang: 1 "And ol the choice who can doubt,

Of tents with love or throne without.' A frown usurped the questioning expression of Mrs. Manning's counters' nance, and reddening with angor, she said: ...

A so I a an re marry Oscar Howard?' That is my intention, auntie, said 'i

Grace, firmly. And will throw away all chances for an allianco with William Danton

Without doubt, auntie.' And per consequonce ,'said Mrs. 4 Manning, a cold, sarcastic sueer distorting the symmetry of her beautiful

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Grace would not allow her aunt to finish her sentence. Must arrange at once to seek other shelter thau my uncle's roof. I feel—I know this.'

For a moment a look of tenderness swept over the face of the fashionable, •world-loving woman. A sudden rush of recollection brought before ber the death-bed of her only sister, and the •words with which she committed to her thechurgeof her only child—a little cherub ot two years, that hid its flaxen on auntie's bosom and wept herself sick when they shut up pretty mamma In the box.

All the winning gracefulness, all the tender affections of this child's childhood and youth came up before her hearts vision, and she doubted whether her own conscience would justify her, or whether her own happinoss would bo materially increased by proceeding harshly against her niece. But the world came in with its cruel cynicism she had never loved, herself but Bhe was rich and envied, and to place her penniless niece in the same position, would, in her estimation, be fulfilling all the requirements of her adoption.

And then the voice of her dyingsister stole up like broken chords of sweet music through ber soul:

If my little girl should live to be a woman do not lorce her heart, Emily. Do not lot her be sacrificed in marriage to any consideration but the holv one, which should mlo in the bridal. I married a poor man—my family discarded me for it—but I was happy, and now I am going to meet the husband of my love, where marriage is eternal.'

The brown, fringed lips closed.over the violet eyes, the pale lips murmured:

Lord, Jesus, receive—my—spirit.' A seraphic brightness flashed over tho palefaoe, and the spirit of Marian Stanley had joined its love.

Mrs. Manning remembered all this, and closiug her eyes against her rebel lious niece for a f«w moments, sat holding couiraunWln with herown soul. It was over. She got up and and,without «. a word, left the room, returning almost immediately.

If it must bo,' she said coolly, 'hasten your preparations,' laying before her niece a well fitted portemounaie.

Thank you. Runt,' said Grace, decidedly, returning the pocket-book to hor

aunt 'I shall not need tho contonts of this. In the'station that I shall fill, as the wife of a merchant's clerk, I shall not need a oostly wardrobe, and, if j*ou will permit, what I have already will answer all ray purposes. Under the circumstances, I can not think of ac-

cepting a single dollar from you.' 'Grace Stanley,'said Mr*. Manning, sharply, "what will tho world suy of met

Nothing, aunt, but that your niece was ungrateful, disobedient and rsbellious—neither of which, thank God, she is—and deserved expulsion from your roof with all the penalties that attach to self-will and waywardness.'

In the meantime sbe had donned her cloak and bonnet, and taking the note to Danton in which she had told hitu of heriintentlon to marry another, she bent ovor and. kissing hur aunt's forehead rushed down stairs and was soon enroute to the store In which Oscar Howard was employed.

Driving up to pavement he leapad from his seal id stood beside her. I

Oo the street she mil WillUm Danton, ho drove up in a 11 tshiug phaeton. ftriwtt by a pair of sleek, tippled bp„\ -A. tn it seemed to scorn the earth up» which their dainty feet rested. ?JB -»Hle him sat a well-kept liveried hmao, while all the appointments he equipage evinced not only the ii wi b, but good taste of tho owner.

Bvit about him there was an air of icck.t'WQtHH Mid tnvottcittnct against which pure sonl of Grace Stanley revoltec. •Oh, dear, iiw lucky!' be exclaimed. «I was just going up to take you out, but—Ah! I soo. You are not dressed

for a drive,'casting his fturtldious eyes down upon her plain streetdress 'and, upon my soul, I couldn't think of taking you out without a chance of better display than this' laying his hand upon her modest, neutral-tinted cloak, and glancing tip at her equally negative hat. 'But Grace,' ha took occasion to whisper, 'I did very much wish to see you this morning.

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time that we should come to some sort of a decision in our o^*trc cfe cceur* The old govenor says 1 most get mar rled goto the Sandwich Islands do something—stop this law dog's life. am spending too much of liis money, etc

He laughed, and, fogetting where he was, caught up Grace's hand, much to her disgust. With an effort she withdrew it, and as calmly as possible, 'Thanks,' she said, 'Mr. Danton Were I ever so appropriately dressed, could not drive out with yon this afternoon and as to our affaire de coeur you will havb a note from me to-morrow that will define my position. I hare put on6 in the post sinoo coming out. I wish you a pleasant drive. Good-byl

And releasing her hand, she threw a thick veil over her face, and walked rapidly until sbe reached the store. When she entered she sent to Oscar Howard a notice at once of her presence bnt bo being busy, she sat beside one of the counters until he could come to her.

During this time she was busy with thought? Her whole life had been surrounded with luxury, but nevertheless it was one of dependence. Would she be less dependent by giving up the luxury to which she had Deen accustomed, because the wife of a man wholly dependent upon his salary as a merchants cleric

Yes,' s' answered to herself, 'a wife shou I be a help and not an incumbrance to ber husband, and a helpmate I am resolved to be,' and a look of smiling resolve overspread her features, as O-car Howard approaching recalled her from her abstraction.

What has brought you here this afternoon, Grace f' he said tenderly, his quck intuition not failing to note something unsual in her manner.

Are you ready, Oscar, to be marri a? she asked, in a whisper. Not exactly, dearest,' he whispered. 'I have been trying to summon courago to ask of Mr. Lacy an increase of salary in prospeat I wish to make you as comfortable as possible.' 'We must got married at once,' she said, firmly, 'without regard to your sal At*

Well,' he answered, in return, 'tomorrow, if need be,' feeling that .she had been impelled to her course by some unquestionable motive. 'Then to-morrow evening, at seven o'clock, at Church, let it be. Bring some of you friends as witnesses, and with a single female friond I shall meet you. Do not fail.'

She extended her hand to him across the counter, drew her veil over her face, and with tears of mingled emotions brimming in her eyes, she passed out of the store, and hastened her steps to the bousa of her friond, to engage unrri^Pfl

From this interview, Oscar Howard retired to the private residence of his employer. He was pale and agitated, and thinking the excellent young man was ill, Mr. Lacy sprung up from his seat at his desk to offer him a glass of icod water. Declining, the courtesy and taking the seat indicated by Mr. Lacy, Howard said:

I have come to speak with you upon some very important bustOess. Iam about to be married sfr, and—'

Ah,' said his employer, 'and—' 'u I must make bold to ask a small increase of my wagos.'

Mr. Lacy's voice assumed a tone ol calmness. •Have you never saved anything from your salary, Mr. Howard?'

Not until the last six months, sir. Up to that time I supported my invalid mo'.hor. Since her death I have managed to save one-half every month.'

Indeed I did not know you had a mother.' •Yes, sir and could my individual wish have been considered only, I would have kept her hore for all time. But she was a terrible sufferer, and her rolease, though it left my life very desolate, gave mo a measure of comlort.'

And who are you to marry Itonlntf of Manning the

Miss Stanley.

Not tho niece banker?'

The same, sir.' How is this, Howard I love her, and she loves me. That is all, Mr: Lacy.'

And will not Mauning do something for his niece 'Nothing, sir, if she married me.'

Sho could not marry a more worthy fellow.'

Thanks, Mr. Lacy, but she might marry a very much richer one.'

And who is that?' t~ William Danton.' •Yes, I see the son of Manning's parLner. He has money, position, good looks—everything this is passing strange.'

I am inclined to think so myself, Mr. Tncy.'

And you think your salary is not sufficient to support's wife brought up in the manner in which Miss Stanley was reared? I fear, Howard, you have made a mistake.'

I have no fear, sir. said the young man, confidently. Grace Stanley is made of material of which every true woman should be mad'': and in her acceptance of me. she is fully acquainted ith my situation and prospects in life, et 1 should like to surprise her with a rr more comforts than she has reason to expect.'

You are Invaluable to me, Howard, said Mr. Lacy,"aud without this incentive I should have doubled your salary in the spring. Two months in advance can not break me. Consider that settled ilion, from this time, and God bless you.'

Mr. Lacy shook Howard's hand and bowed him out.'

In the dimly lighted church—while almost all tho city sat around their nuts and wine, at well-filled boards—Grace Sun ley's was a solemu, and scarcely a cheerful wedding. Yet there was no trace of sadness upon the yqung bride countenance—only the pure and holy omotion which should fill a heart renounced to another while in Oscar Howard's smile, when the few friends around offered their congratulation®, there was the triumph of happiness.

It was something Hka a nine days' wonder among the fashionable friend* when the announcement was m*de through the the city papers* and some refused positively to ciedit the rumor.

Impossible!' said one and another manueuvering mammas, women of the world, marriageable daughters, and astute fortune hunters. 'Mrs. Manning is far too sagacious for a thing of that kind to happen within the range of ber power. As long aa Mr. Manning knows the value of money, and has any regard for social position, such a marriage could never take place from his house.'

Perhaps thev wished to get rid of her she was only an orphan niece.'

But an adopted child,' aaid a listener. 'From Mr. Manning's own lips I have heard that he intends to make her his heir.'

And young Danton was said to be a suitor.' ..

is getting]

Very incomprehensible—very! said old societv hanger on around drawng rooms of the rich.

At ths displeasure of her adopted

ATJTE SATURDAY. EVENING

MSffrom*thlli^lltS?Sked aha what the babbling world oat aide babbled about.

With his doubled aalarv Oscar Howward found at the end or the first six months after marriage he had no petty sum laid by in the savings bask.

ICQ laid DJ in IHO WW* Timwru lunuutMB

It can not be,' said the ether. This is one ot the most reliable houses on the street

Notjwlth William Danton's fingers in the ^loney bags.' Terrible!' again exclaimed the second man, and shaking hands, one wont up and the other down the street, leaving Grace Howerd to digest the unwelcome news of her uucle's business condition as best she might.

The carriage so long delayed now stood before her. 'Drive to Mr. Howard's store at once," she nervously ordered the driver.

Grace was still neryous and agitated when she entered her husband's presence.

Tell me, Oscar,' she asked, with a tremor in her yoice, "how much money I am now the possessor of, in my own right?' jt

Twenty-two thousand dollars.'

Can I have the use of it •Assuredly, my dear it belongs to you but what do you wish to do with it?'

have h«ard that my uncle was in serious financial danger.'

And so have I,' said ber husband.

41must

Sreater

see him my few thousands

may be of some help to him.' 'Grace,' said her husband, sternly, he has utterly ignored your existence, since your marriage, and will you now expose yourself to injury and insult?' •My uncle is in trouble now, Oscar. I can not forget his more than fatherly kindness in my childhood and youth. In marrying you I disappointed all the expectations they had reared for wealth, fashion, and worldly position for me and while I can never blame myself for obeying the dictates of my own heart,' I dare not cherish a feeling of resentment toward them. If my money—inconsiderable as it is—will be of service to my uncle, he must now have it.'

She held ber lips for her husband's kiss, and, being driven rapidly, soon was landed at the door of her uncle's office.

Among the eager crowd that thronged tbe door steps, each man with a certificate of deposit nervously clutched between his fingers, sbe made her way into his presence. His eyes glassed over with tears as they fell upon her pale face. Mr. Manning had grown old, weak and childish within a week, and be would tain have laid his silvered, aching, careworn head upon the bosom of bis adopted child, and craved forgiveness for all his cruelty and neglect. The iron had entered his soul, and he was a better man—a softened man.

Can 1 see you a moment, uncle said Grace, beating back, with a look, the crowd that pressed forward, in silent determifiation, to secure securities before leaving the office. 'Can I see you? I must see you a moment privately.'

Leaving Danton, Sr., to battle with their creditors, her uncle led the way into his private office and boiled the door.

How is it with you, uncle she said. 'Tell me all! Tell me the worst! Tell me quick!'

Another day, Gracie,' said her uncle, gloomily, 'will end the struggle, audi shall be bankrupt. This would not have been, oven now, but William Danton has been a defaulter lor a large amount, disappearing with tbe

portion of the assetts of the

rra just previous to the crisis. If I just previous had but a small amount I could last through one more day and aatisfy my creditors, I could easily re-establiah myself in the public confldenoe. But— why should I grieve you with this, my chifd You can not help me.' 'I can help you. perhaps, uncle. Would $20,000 you?'

waa pieaaed rathor than ntpyed Wbm he heard that a broker had been carried down in the general miafortune. 'Got help from some source—God knows where.*

Tbey tell ma/ aaid another, who waa liatening moodily, 'that a woman twice visited Manning's office to-day. Per-

At the end of one year they were en- hsps her visit had something todo with .i. *_ tkalv ftlttfflA third. hU ufntr 7 abled to exchange their alngle third- his safety.' floorback room in a boarding-boos^ for Describe her. cosy suburban oottage.

A lew judicious outside investments a handsome, brown-hairtd, blue-eyed *Ka *hnti« man's vamsn fwAnlv.firA nArkana had much increased the yonng man's finances, and when physical and mental affliction had rendered business burdensome to Mr. Lacy, h# offered burdensome to Mr. Lacy, ha offered a adopted child of Manning, and incurra partnership to his chief clerk, which ed ejection from his roof ^because of her in a short time became an equal one, acceptance of Howard over that scoun-

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and the firm of Laoy A .. .....u. the strongest in the one of tbe most prosperous merchants in the city. Sbe it must have been, and doubtless rendered her uncle assistance, for I am told she waa abundantly able.'

Howard had

the name of one of oity. By this time a great ffnancial crisis was making gigantic strides toward the very heart or the money market. Men looked pale and anxious, shook their heads doubtfully, and gloomily watched tbe cloud that continued to spread and blaeken the financial ftrmament until it stood directly oyer the business hours their doors were opened, great'money mart, enveloping thou- There were few loungers arouna their sands In its sobre pall. steps that dajr other steps, where ruin,

The morrow's sun arose upon many a closed firm in the street—closed for all time. But not so with the bouse of Manning & Danton. At the regular

Tbey say that the firm of Manning gaunt and trim, grew iuto more defi- & Danton, too, ia likely to go down in nite form as the hours advanced, were the vortex,' said one to another, care- far more attractive to the mtereated or lessly, as Grace Howard stood on the tbe curious. And so on from dav to curbstone before her door, awaiting the day stalked the panic, hand in hand coming of her carriage around the cor- with poverty, until content with their ner. She had then a home in one of work, they cast a triumphant smile upon the wreck they had made and re the principal avenues of the city—her husband's duties not allowing a residence more remote.

tired. By littles Mr. Manning, though ahaken in health, began to restore his shattered fortunes, and, re-established in public confidence, his house soon regained its old popularity.

But has been ruined by the recklessness of the younger partner. You will vliolt UU WW MAA XV 19 UvCUivBs OwJ VA&dWv W •**. remember the firm is now Manning, was also re-established in the confiDaitton & Son. It baa been onlv twelve dence and the hearts of her adopted months since Danton, Jr., haa been one parents and a great concession it waa of the firm, but they tell me he has not for Mrs. Manning when she admitted only squandered money most fearfully lor th» first time to ber husband, 'Yes, in all species of dissipation, but he has Gracie was wiser than we.' made ii judicious investments, and In Mr. Manning's iron safe there lies more, he is strongly suspected of fraud a legally attested will, and by this testin more than a single instance.' ament, when Death snail have claimed

am sorry for the sake of Manning the uncle and aunt, Grace Howard ii that this is so. He is an old man, and, destined to be one of the wealthiest I believe, an honest man.'

Yet they say bis house can not survive another day's run upon it.'

Terrible!' exclaimed the listener, 'Can't they get help?'

It is needless to say Grace Howard

women in the city. Sbe is not aware of it, but Oscar sometimes says to his wife:

41don't

think, dear, they dislike us

very mucb.'

On the very evening of the expected arrival Seymour and Walker, the leading spirits of the mutinous schoolboys met at a pool, from which both were endeavoring to coax a few speckled trout for supper.

Have you beard what the nqw chap is like, Sam s*id Ike, as he impaled a wriggling worm on bis book. "No have you?" "Father told Jake, the bar-keeper, that he was very young."

And small .. •,. -, ••Yes." "Guess he won't stay long in town, Ik©."

I guess not, Sam. School ain't good for us such fine weather as this." The worthies sat and fished in silence tor some time, and then Iko produced a bunch of cigarettes and passed tbem to his lriend. At last, finding that tbe fish would not bite, they shouldered their poles and straggled up toward the village, pausing for a moment to ston4 a Chinaman's rooster which had strayed too larfrom the protecting Washhouse. '•'SJlJOf,

TUB SCHOOLMASTER.

Philip Houghton was a schoolmaster from necessity, and not taste. Like many who have been educated as g«ntiamen in one sense of tbe word—that is, without acquaintance with any special pursuit that might be turned to

ood accountintbe struggle for bread— found himself adrift in California with nothing to fall back on. Seoing on advertisement in a city paper for a competent teacher to take charge ol the school at Russian Bar, he answered it, and was 'accepted at a venture. Putting his few moveables together—* pair of old foils and a set of well-worn boxins gloves, for Houghton was an accom

Eis

He started to his feet and grasped encouraging.

her hand like a vice. Twenty thousand dollars would save me from ruin.'

lished boxer and fencer—he bought ticket for Russian Bar. He found the stage-driver a coramunicativc, pleasant fellow, who at bis request, described tho characteristics of

you, perhaps, uncle, bis future homo. Indeed, hisdescripbe of auy service to tion of the class of boys whom Houghton waa to take charge of was not very

You can have it, then, by 1 o'clock.' Without another word she rushed from tbe banker's office, and giving an order in a hasty voiee, to her coachman, distanced every carriage in pas- auaaion, I want to g«t posted sing, and ere long, in her husband'a of- physique of my men,'r lice, waa neryoualy counting over tha

soft, old, yellow, greasy raga. that strongest." were laid as an emollient upon the 1W- And what is about the tering sensibilities of her ancie'a cred- redoubtable, Ike?" itora.

In another half hour, theaa old yel- head." low, greasy raga were laid in ber un- "Ob. 1 expect we'll get along well ele'ahanda. Two—three—o'clock eame enough together," aaid Houghton —bank hours were over the aun was "and I suppose this is the first glimpse near its setting financiers—many of of Russian Bar," be added, aa a turn in them financiers no more for life—lin- the road brought them in view of that gered about Mammon'a quarter, as if picturesque village. loth to leave, diacussing t&e events of The stage bowled slong the smooth the day. probing into the probabilities road and past the great white oak under wboae friendly branches tne teamsters were accustomed to make their noon time halt."

of tbe morrow. 'Poor Manning! How ia him?' aaid the aurest man atreet. 'Still on his teat,* was the answer. mo uu»oi. msre t~ 'How is that?' said another on the prietor—that fat man smoking on tbe brink of bankruptcy, and npon the stoop

it with on the

principle that 'misery like* company/

t&U

You'll find them a hard

lot," he aaid "and they're all on the mnsrle, too."

What ia about tbe weight of my oldest?" asked Houghton, good-hu-moredly. "You see, if I have got to exercise something more than moral 0

»ARY ,18. 1873.

One of his creditors told me she was

woman, of twenty-five, perhaps. 'Can it be?—yea, it must be Mrs. Howard. You remember aha waa the adopted child of Manning, and inourr-

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The Schoolmaster of

Russian Bar.

J-lVf BY ORION.

When is he expected "They said he was coming night's stage." "He taught in 'Frisco, dida't he?" "Yes I guess he was in the department."

in to-

The doctor's wife was an authority on all matters in Russian Bar, and on this last sensation—the coming of a schoolmaster—she freely', enlightened her neighbor, Mrs. Biunt, a plump widow, whose miner husband bad died a few months before. There was not much to gossip about in that quiet village. Tbe arrival and departure of the Btage brought tbe people to their doors three times a woek, and if a stranger was noticed envoys were immediately dispatched to tbe hotel to learn his name and business, and fbe probable length of his stay. But now Russian Bar was to have a new schoolmaster, and the folks wondered much if he would have any trouble with Sam Seymour, the butcher's boy, or Ike Walker, an unruly spirit who had knocked down and pummeled the last preceptor who undertook to teach him school discipline. The trnstees were powerless in those matters, and declared that if tbe schoolmaster was not able to "get away" with the boys in a fair, stand-up fight, he might as well pick up his trap.-i and leave Russian Bar.

the

Well, Sam Seymour is abotit

size of tbe

Well, rgueaa be tops you by half a

Til set yon down at the hotel," aaid the driver. "There's Perkins, the pro

Houghton confessed to himself that

tho ppoapeot befor® him waa anything bat a prepossessing one. He waa not of a combative nature, though lie liked a little danger for the excitement but a game of fisticuffs with a dirty, mutinous boy had neither glory nor honor fora man who had been one of the hardest hittors in his college.

The folks were all at their doors when tbe stage clattered up the single street, and tbe Blender good-looking young man by the driver was measured and canvassed before that worthy had passed the mall to the doctor, who. with his medical avocatings, also found time to "run" the postomce*

The doctor's wife was at her window and after a Ions survey of the schoolmaster haatenea to communicate her opinions to Mrs. Blunt. Meanwhile Houghtcn washed off the red dust of the road, and took his seat at the supper tablo. The driver bad introduced iiim to abont a dozen of tbe leading citizens during the few moments that intervened between their arrival and tho evening meal. '•How do you like our town, Mr. Houghton asked the landlord, graciously, as be helped his now guest to a cut of steak. "Well, it seems a pretty place." "When you getacquainted you'll find yourself pleasantly situated 'but you'll have a bard time with the boys." *'So tbey all tell mo. Anvhow, I am not unprepared," said Houghton, cheerfully.

After dinner the landlord remarked confidentially to tbe doctor "that the young man had grit in him. and he thought he'd be able to'make the riffle' with the boys,"

THE FIRST DAY.

When Houghton arose next morning, and opened bis window to tbe fresh breeze odorous with the perfume of the climbing honeysuckles, be felt that, after all, a residence in a remote village, even with a parcel of rough boys to take care of, was preferable to the dusty, unfamiliar streets of San Francisco. He smiled as he unpacked his foils and boxing-gloves, a little sadly, too, for they were linked with many pleasing associations of his under-graa-uate davs* "Well," he soliloquized as he straightened bis arm and looked at the finely developed muscles, "I ought to be able to hold my own in a stand-up fight with these troublesome pupils of mine. This is my day of trial, however, and before noon we shall probably have had our battlo out."

The school-house, a raw, unfinishedlooking frame building, stood hard by the river at about half a mile from the town. When Houghton opened the rickety wooden gate that led into the school-lot he found a ground of some twenty boys already assembled. Among them were Sam Seymour and Ike Walker. The latter's sister, a pretty girl of sixteen, was leaning against the fence with half a dozen of ber fiiends, for the Russian Bar schoolhouse was arranged for the accommodation of both sexes.

Houghton handed the key to the nearest boy and asked him to open the door. With a look at the others, and a halfgrin on his face, he obeyed.

Now, Loys muster in," said Houghton, cheerfully to the boys. They all passed in—Seymour and Walker last. The latter took a good look at the schoolmaster as h9 went by. When they were seated, Hougton stood at his desk and laid a heavy ruler on the books before him. "Now, boys," he said '"I hope we shall get along pleasantly together, You treat me fairly, and you shall have no reason to complain, I promise you. Silence and obedienco are what I require, and a strict attention to the matter of our instruction."

Giving them a portion of the grammar to prepare for recitation, ho walked quietlv up and down the room, occassionally standing at tho windows, but appearing to keep no surveillance on the boys. Suddenly the crack of a match was heard, followed by a genoral titter.

Houghton turned quietly from the window, and saw the Dlue smoke from acigarotto arising from where Seymour

"What Is your name, boy he asked in stern tone. '•My name is Seymour," replied the mutinear, insolently. •'And are you smoking?" le

I guess so." Loave tho room."' "I guess not." V-' Thei was a dead silence in tho schoolroom now, and Houghton felt that the hour of trial was at hand. "Seymour," ho said again, very quietly. ... .....

What?" .„ K* Come here." V* Seymour, putting his hands in his pookets, sauntered from his desk, stood within a yard of tbe schoolmaster, and looked sneeringly iuto his fac«.

Leave tho room," said Houghton again, in a low voico. No."

The little arm straightened lik« a flash of lightning, and ihe rebel measured bis length on the floor, whilst the blood gushed from his nostrils. In a moment he sprang to his feet and rushed furiously at the schoolmaster, but went down again like a reed before that well aimed blow. Tbe second time he fell Houghton stoop:d down, and lifting hi in as if he had been a child, fairly flung him outside the door. Seymour confusml and amaz" d, staggered down to the brook to wash his face and reflect npon the wonderful force of that right arm. And llougbton, turning to the school without a word of comment on the scene, commenced the recitations. Walker was mum. Seymour's fate had appalled bim and, in fact, tbe entire mutinous spirit of the scholars of Russian Bar was in a fair way of being totally subdued.

When tbe trustees beard ol the affair tbey unanimously commended the pluck of tbe school master.

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tell you what, boys," said Perkins to a crowd who were earnestly engaged at a game of "old sledgs," in bis bar-room,

?4tbat

noUgbton knows a

thing or two about managing boys. He'll fix 'em off, or my name's not

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Houghton was hospitably treated by tbe folks of Russian Bar. Tbey left bio to be a man of refinement, brought down in tbe world, but sbbwing no offensive superiority in bis intercourse with them. Tho doctor's wife pronounced bim to be the best New Yorker sbe had ever met, and tbe gossips insinuated that Mrs. Blunt, the Widow, was setting ber cap for bim.

Gypsy Line, the daughter of a leading man in Russian Bar, made wealthy by a saw-mill which all day long groaned and screamed some distance down tbe river,did notxprossber opinion as to Houghton's merits, bat in tbe Summer evenings, when tho schoolmaster, rod in band, wandered along the stream and threw bis line across the mllidam, Gypsy was seldom far away. Lane, a bluff, hoarty old fellow, frequently asked Houghton to spend the evening with him, and told bis adventures in early

California to a patient listener, while Gypay dutifully mended ber father's socks on tbe veranda. 7^~

Mrs. Lano, when baby, waa laid'to teat in*

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ain, long before Lane ever thought of settllngln Russian Bar. Seymour and Walker were the best and most industrious pupils the young master had, and were happy when accompanying him on hia fishing excursions. lu fact, all agreed in declaring that the eduoalional department of the village waa thriving success.

One pleasant evening in June, Gypsy Lane, twirling her straw hat thought' fully, picked her way across the broad fields that lay between her house and the mill. The stream was a winding one, and aa she placed ber tiny fxt on the first stepping-stone sbe saw a straw hat on the grass which she knew well. "How ia Miss Lane this evening said Houghton, lazily, from beneath a manzan'ta bush, where he had been enjoying a book and a pipe.

Weil, thank you. How is Mr. Houghton replied Gypsy, shyly.

Warm, but not uncomfortable. Are you going to the mill?"

Yes I have a letter that haa just come for father." jj^

May I accompany you

Certainlv, if you choose." Houghtoi^put on his hat and helped Gypsy across the brook.

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had a letter from New York a few days ago," aaid he, after thejr had left the first bend*of the river behind.

A pleafant one?" Well, although in one sense it bro't good news, still I can hardly call it a pleaaant letter.''

They walked on, and Gypsy swung her hat pensively, louging, with a woman's curiosity, to hear more about the New York letter.

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going to leave Russian Bar,"

said Houghton, abruptly. .. "Indeed! How soon?" "I don't know yet possibly within a week."

The bat was swayed from side to side with juoreased energy. Do you care much, Miss Lane This with an earnest look into t) hazel eyes that were kept steadily bent on the brown, parched grass bciieath their feet.

Yes, of course we shall all be sorry to lose you," returned lively. "If I come back iu a lew months with something for my future wife shall I see this ring on her finger?" whispered Houghton, capturing the little hand that held the hat, and slipping a pearl ring on the delicate finger.

Gypsy said nothing but her eyes turned for a moment on the schoolmaster's earnest face, and in the next her soft cheek was resting on his shoulder.,

Rijjsjan Bar. to a man, turned out to w^Mtthilip Houghton God-spoed on ti^VHRuing he took his place by tbe driver who oue year before had set him down at Perkina' hotel. They knew he was on his way to New York, and that he had been left some money, and tbe gossipa more than suspeoted that there was something between Gypsy Lane and their favorite. At all events, hor eyes were red for a week after his de-. parture.

Wiuter bad some, and tbe ri%,er was swollen and rapid, and many a lofty tree from the pine forest had found its way to the hearths at Russian Bar. One delicious morning, crisp and cold, after a night's rain, the stage passed bv the large wbite-oak and, splashed with mud, baited before Perkiu's hotel. It bad been all night on tbe way, for the roads were very heavy.

Tho worthy proprietor of that excellent bouse was in the act of tossing bis first cocktail, when a hearty hand was laid on his shoulder, and Philip Houghton shouted:

Perkins, old boy, how are you The landlord retuined the shake of hand, dived behind the bar and bad a second cocktail mixed In a moment. "And now," said he, as be pledged the ex-schoolmaster, "when will tho wedding take plaee?"

Six weekB afterward the old mill was bung evergreen wreaths, and a

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festival was held at Russian Bar. ypsy Lane was a lovely bride, and when Houghton took charge of tho mill and invested all his New York monev iu the village, and was udmitted to practice in the courts, everything seemed to take a fresh start. Through all, his warmest and most devoted friend was Sain Seymour, once the terror of Russian Bar schoolmasters, and now the holder of that importaut po sition.—[San Francisco Call.

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