Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 3, Number 50, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 14 June 1873 — Page 6

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LIFE.

Day*, month*

and

year*

bave

patsed, with

Tlm^rothl^ band bath rw«ed on oar LMvlDiin impress there,of care atid grief, Telling of sorrow* •borne, of Joy unfelt, Hope* shattered, loved on» rudely from us —A'volunie in a glance, a life of care.— Doubts crushed, new hopes relit and fears with'folded hand* we stand upon the beach. WatiK the m^ny ships pat oat from,

A tfnvbarqae on Ule's broad sea is launched ffl bTan^n hands gently it fl mt* Wafting the little voyager'neath sunny fkles. yo howling tempest now, or unseen rboalx,— Lightly li rock*each breeze a mother* breath, A mother'* tender lnll-a-by it* song. But lo—as further from the shore It floats. Bare, angel hands the little one forsake Why leave h*r thus to drift mldat doubts and fears? And must she meet, alone, temf»ta.ton« shoals For doubt and dark unfalth are Just be-

Loo"k°Mook! the tempest gathers, clouds

Hope siufcs, and deepest anguish floods the Oh,"SoJ! Is this another wreck of human

And canwe, must we, see our darling lost? Nay, Father! nay! the nn«ry billows

And bear her, gently bear her, to the shore.

Days, months and years again have passed

And*J«ist within the port, where once we

Another'stands, with calmly folded hands. Watching the ship on llfess tempestuous

And 'as again a tiny barque Is laanclied, Blio pleads—"My father guide It er the

Oh "leave It not to drift midst doubts and fear*! I cannot, mnst not, see my darling lost! Bear it, oh wifely bear It, to the shore 'fls thus with anxious hearts we throng life's strand, And shudder, as we see some loved one drift, Hopeless and beaconles®, amid the shoals, Nor think to trust the Hand which bore us o'er

L-"•

Lawrence Palliser's Wooing.

Come around soon as you can, Liwrenco," Mr. llaliburton had said, in his hearty, cordial way. "Three years is a long time to be away. \ou will find changes at our house as well as overywhore els?. Julia has proBontod mo with a new grand-son since you last saw her Margaret is married and living in "Washington, and Tom lias deserted his bachelor friends, and is keeping houso over in Brooklyn, Hollo and Rose aro still at home, and *rill be glad to see you."

And so Lawrence Palliser, a night or two after,"camearouud" in respouso to his invitation. When he left New York for Kuropo three years previously, Koso llaliburton, lust emancipated from boarding-school and introduced into "society," was in his estimation a passably pretty, though rather unrmod girl, and nothing more and as a radiant being, all pink and white and bluoand shining gold, came to greet him, ho, clasping the plump, bejeweled hand which was extended to him, could scarcely realize that it was 110 Other than Koso Haliburton's self. "Hello will be down presently," said this radiant being, after the first greetings were over, and Lawrence had disvored that the pink and whito were h:r dimpled cheeks and wonderful complexion, tho blue her bright eyes, nnd the shining gold hor floating hair"I was so impatient to seo you that I une down as I was," with a pretty little gostureof deprecation "but Kelle is more particular."

Mr. fclaliburton glanced at his daughter rather sharply over his paper, but his wife still led indulgently.

Kosio is so impulsive," she said. Just thoa Hello entered and welcomed him in hor calm, caol way, so dillerent from Hose's "impulsiveness:" and Lawrence, looking at her indifferent face, wondered it* sho had forgotten "old times" so completely as she seemed to havo done. Kour years before there had been unite a serious llirtation bet woo Hello llaliburton and himself —only a llirtation, however, for then he was too poor to think of marrying. Ho had fancied himself deeply, deeply in love with her in those days, and had vowed that if ever the time camo when he could take care of her, as sho ought to bo cared for, ho would ask hor to lecune Mrs. J/awrenco Palliser but tonight he wius back again, with the dream of wealth fulfilled, and Hello's tf.ieo was coldly Indifferent-, and he— well, that was four years before, and men change greatly in that time.

The evenings at the Hallburtons -wore always pleasant, and Lawrence in tho old times hud been a frequent visitor there, nnd after fcls long absence it seemed more like home to blm than A ly other place in the world, although he missed Tom and Margaret, who had both Wen then1 when he went away.

It seems a little queer to you without the others, does it not?" said Mr. llaliburton "only Hollo and Hose and JStacy. By tho way HOM, whoro is Stacy, and why "doesn't «ho coine down

Tlwir wan a sharp little Hoe in Hoses' fair forehead, but Lawrence did not see it be only heard her sweet-voiwd answer:

She said she would come presently, iwipa. I wpoke to her when I came down."

Mr. llaliburton subsided again, hut it was not until some little time had passed, and Lawrence was deep in conversation with the bewitching Row, that "Stacy" appeared.

Mv adopted daughter, Stacy Watlice "wild Mr. Haliburton, rising with kindlv courtly to present the new comer, and Lawrence saw a pale,slight, dark-haired girl, who roturned bis then sat down turned ber athemming of a bit of dalntv ruflllng. After

dark-haired girl, who reeting qtilolly, and the drop-light and tention to the hemming

a while

this tune:

Lawrence

eye# wandered now and then from Rose to the pal® fheed, silent stranger, and each time they returned to ber with a new interest although she seemed entirely neon scions of bis pre®*

was not pretty, but there wae

gome thing remarkably attractive about her W hltn. Her face "was thin, oval and almost colorless, savelfar her strawliorry-red lips, and her features, though delicate and refined, were very irregular. Her eyes, however, were remarkably fine—large, almost too large for her delicate face, snd of deep, Intense violet, FO deep as to seem almost black they were wonderfully beautiful, and so thought Lawrence Palliser, as, daring an animated description of his tour through Scotland, he eaught a glimpse of them gating at him Interestedly. "Yon have hwn In Scotland, have yoa oot, Miss Wallace?*' be said, somewhat abruptly, more to have another view of tnoss wonderful eyes than euy^ifng el*e.

I* 1JLAJXW liXl

The wbite lids, with

their

long, dark

lashes, were lifted for a nrjonient. I have been in this country only two years." she said, "Scotland was inv home." ,,

Her voice fell almost pathetically at the last word, but she turned back to ber work, and said no more.

A sudden whim seised Lawrence to know more of this violet-eyed Scotch eirl. After a while he rose, and going to the piano, asked Rose to sing for him. She complied graciously, ringing two or three songs thatsuited her bright, surface voice well. Then Belle joined in with her

rich

request,

contralto, and

the two sang a brilliant duet, «nd '*jen Lawrence himself played, at

Roses

first a stirring march, tbena

fairv-likft waltz, and tnen, after a moment's silence, be struck a few sharp S,° i%nd »ng, "All .the Mae boonets are over the border.

When he rose, Stacy eyes were still bent downward, but there was a faint -flash-on ber pale cheeks, and he fancied that the song had oleasmi her. "That was for you, Miss Wallace, he said "now will you not sing some Scotch ballads for me?"

To his surprise, for he fancied that she would excuse herself, she rose at once, and Lawreuce saw that Mr. llaliburton, with a pleased look on his face, laid aside his paper and leaned his head ou his chair-back as though to listen.

I sing without notes," she said, simply, as Lawrence began turning over the music and as she raised her eves to his, he noticed a little peculiarity about them which he had not noticed until then—they did not look straight at him. But this peculiarity was so slight that it only gave her an odd, shy expression, without being in the least unpleasant.

Have vou any choice?" "Sing ''Bonnie Dundee,'" said Mr. llaliburton, as Lawrence, pleading his

Haliburton as wnce pie^mgu..

ignorance of the songs sh

sung, answered in the negative, and "Bonnie Dundee" wassung with a fire and spirit which fairly electrified at least one of her bearers Lawrence

I j$cr# You' have a glorious voice," he said, enthusiastically, as she ceased and truly it

was

and

a glorious voice—clear.

truly

it was a glorious ie

strong and full-a

perfect

soprano ana

her execution was iniarvelously pure

and iree from »^ft^lon-

n1eft(led and

"Could you come back to me, Douglas,

would be so

tender, so

Douglas,

Her

breaking

in

You must come again," said Mr. Haliburton, as he bade him goodnight "early and often must be your ruleand Rose seconded hor father's words with one of her sweetest smiles.

We shall see you at Mrs. Granger's on Thursday night?" she questioned. "Now that you are back again, your old friends will claim you onco more." "The claims of society must not bo disregarded," answered Lawrence, smiling'down at hor fair face. "May I claim you for tho first waltz?" Her promise being given, he bade the rest good-night, ana went off to bis bachelor quarters.

What a beautv Rose has grown to be!" he solilociuized over his cigar. "I never thought sho would bloom out as she has. Uelle never was half so charming in ber life, and she looks almost jrMwc now besido Rose. Such pretty little ways as .Rose has, too— ratbor of flirt, I should judge from appearances, just pour p&gw Ic temps, of course. And then that Scotch ^irl St«cy Wallace What a charming name, and what an odd little girl she is! She has a pair of lovely eyes, and her voice is really magnificent and that night his dreams were haunted, not bv the .peach-blossom face of Rose Haliburton, hut by tho peculiar eyes of Stacy Wallace and the echo of her glorious voice.

Thursday night saw Lawrenco Palliser at Mrs. Granger's handsome, selfpossessed and languidly nonchalant as ever, returning the greetings of his many acquaintances, who now met him for the first time since his return, with the slightly bored look which had co 1110 to his face of late years deepening noticesblv. When he saw Iielle and Rose Jla'liburton enter, this expression disappeared, however, and he advanced to meet them with a smile of genuine pleasure.

Belle, her cold, atatue-like beauty enhanced wonderfully by ber dress of silvery blue, with pond-lilles drooping In hor hair and on Uer bosom, hardly raised her white eyelids a« he spoke to her. "I am glaa to meet you." she said and then, with the same cold Indifference of manner, she introduced tho gentleman upon whose arm her gloved hand waa resting- "Mr. Randolph, Mr. Palliser. Mr. Palliser is an old friend of ours, Eugene, although vou havo never met him before, I believe snd then ahe passed on. and Liwrenoe was left with Rose—Rose, looking like some wonderful wraith in her floating draperies, pink n« sunset clouds, with puffs and trimmings of frost-like lace and blush-ros® buds nestling here and there in her shining hair and among her laces.

*1 ana among ner mew,

He placed ber hand on his arm with

dark-feced

Haliburton until I am tired of it with out defrauding her in the least." "Carrie is young yet I know" answered Lawrence and then, with elaborate carelessness, "Miss Wallace did not come with you to-night?" "Oh no." Had Rose Haliburton known how persistently "Miss ^Vallace's" face had haunted Lawrence since he saw ber, how he had looked forwaid to meeting ber this eveulng, and how disappointed he had felt when he saw she had not accompanied them, she would scarcely haye smiled so sweetly or explained the situation so amiably "She never goes out. You see she hasn't the least shadow of a claim on us. She is the only child of one of father's old friends and when she was left an orphan, without a penny In the world, father sent for her and took her home. She teaches tho children, and is nice and quiet."

That there was what is called a "hard streak," In Rose Haliburton's nature underneath all her soft prettlness was very evident, and some way she did not look nearly so beautiful to Law reoce as he heard these coldly unsytn pathetic word:? come from her red lips

Do you think her pretty?" she said, after a moment "and do you like her singing "No," answered Lawrence,candidly, "I do Hot think her pretty—the word doesn't applv to her in the least she is more than that—and her voice is indeed

Poor vain little Rose! She bit her lips and tried to smile, but her vexa tion was so evident that Lawrence took pity on her and devoted himself to the task of driving away the cloud, so successfully that Rose, standing before her mirror that night, or rather next morning, brushing out her hair, built a great many air-castles concerning him and Smiling approvingly at the reflection of her dimpled face in the glass.

Five hundred thousand dollars,'

Rose,

Douglas, tender and true." Lawrence went to the Haliburtons in

first song had beon spirited and hopes to see her again, but she never fierv but this last was almost heart- appeared and he, after laughing and

its wild, passionate tender- chatting with Rose, would go away ness Lawrence stood leaning over

bitterly

tho piano, and'the look on his face, as inconsistency 1—be who was petted she rose and resumed her seat by the and made much of generjlly^by socidrop light, thanked her more than words would have done. lie did not ask her to sing again.but turned to pretty Rose, who had been secretly chafing at bis inattention, and began a gav conversation with her, which lasted"until he rose to go.

worth tiy ilIg

thus

for

communing with herself Ros

and thus communing with herself Rose laid her tired bead on her pillow and slept the sleep of innocence.

After that night Lawrence Palliser' visits at the Haliburtons were very frequent. Rose always welcomed him graciously, and even when, as often happened, other gentlemen were there

&

ber brightest smiles were always

bestowed on him At tirst)

Stacy came

ed Mr Ualibur.

ton's express request, but after a little

Another, please, he ..L^pj she began to excuse herself on various „he, without wmtnig vSl0rk'. pwtexui, and at last, though scarcely a sung once more. Miss Mulock song

passed that

Lawrence did not see

nearly two monihs passed during

wkjch

jje

neVcr

Tnthpouni'kenessthattknew, Scotch girl who had attracted him so I

once saw the pale-faced

loving. Douglas, strongly at the first. Time after time

disappointed. For—oh, strange

ety," and could have had his choice of at least a dozen fashionable young ladies bad grown to care more for a simple Scotch girl who taught Mrs. Haliburton's children than he did for any one else In the wide world, and her apparent avoidance of him troubled him more than he cared to acknowledge even to himsolf.

Had Hose seemed less innocent and thoughtless, he might have suspected that she had something to do with Stacy's noa-appearanoe, but such such a thought was not to be entertained for a moment, and he was soon certain that Stacy was pointedly avoiding him for some reason of which he was ignorant.

The conviction was strengthened by Rose's bluehingly apologetic manner whenever sho spoke of Stacy. "Stacy wishes to be excused to-night-" she would say, as she came down to welcome him, her pink cheeks diinplng with smiles and a world of sweetness in her voice. "I. told her that you were down here, but she said she was busy. It's so very odd that she will not come down when vou are here."

Ah, Rose, Rosel No one would have thought that those

same

pretty lips had

told Stacy plainly some time before that her presence in the parlor was not desirable, and that her own room was a much more fitting place for her when there was company in tho bouse—told her, too, in a way that made the pale faco glow with shame and indignation, and Drought hot, boiling tears to the violet eyes.

Pretty little Rose was, underneath her pink and dimpled exterior, a determined young lady, with both a will and a temper of her own. She had flirted with fifty men before Lawrence Palliser's return, but there had been nothing "serious" as she herself would sav, in all this. This time she was thoroughly in earnest, and fully deter mined to make it "serious," if possible she did sot her heart upon winning the game which sho had commenced playing on that very first night.

She had always liked Lawrence Palliser, even in the old days when he had been so devoted to her sister but now that a fortune had fallen to him out of tho sky, as it were—"for who would have thought," said Rose to herself "that his crotchety uncle Robert woulc *vonld have made his will In his favor at the last?"—she had fully made up her mind to share that fortune if possible. Her clear blue eyes were very sharp and keen, however and graduallv, although she smiled as sweetly and talked as amiably as over, sho aaw plainly that between silent, pale Stacy Wallace and tho gaatleman whom she wished to consider her own special property a quiet friendship was speedflv established. "Once or twice, even when there had been other company, he had passed nearlv the whole evening by her side

Rnc^

Rose, even

wnltR," he said, and after a little strug- peared nnd he talked earnestly and gle with one of the buttons on Rose seriously. The bored look glove which persistently refused to came to his face so often, when he perform its office, they joined the danc- was listening to her gay chatter never «r*. Rose enjoyod dancing, snd danced

wb^u

seemed

a lok of admiration In his eyes, which saw with a jealous Pan£' made her dimples deepen snd her talking toStacv lwrence's^ecUUon pink cheeks grow pinker. "It Is ray

eiuirely occupied by the othere,

of languid

indifference entirely disap-

once made

Its appearance.

well, therefore Lawrence, who general- Rose saw all this, although she never lv considered dancing a bore, was in- suspected the extent of Lawrence indisposed to ffeel aggrieved when al last terest In snd admiration for Stacy, and the waltz was ended. "You waits like seeing it, determined to pntsn end to a French woman." he said, as be led It if possible: and so well din she manher to seat, and she acwpled the com- age it that Lawrence began to feel unnllment with the sweetest of smiles. happily certain that he had been much

Bv the wav, bow do yoa like Mr. mistaken In Stacy—very much mistsan do as a a in In •r two, in her artless way. "He my "I didn't think she was that kind of nrespective brother-in-law, yoa doubt- sglrl at all," he thought, as be heard IMS know." night afler night Rosefsspology for her. "Indeed!" Lawrence looked at the "I thought she would be frank and

man standing beeide Belle open if anything came up, and not sulk in the distance, snd then, looking at up stairs in this wsy, without

RAIIA'S impassive face, wondered once one a chance to find out what Is wrong more if she had Indeed forgotten old or to apologise." But stay up staim UniM and the old flirtation that had she did. snd Lawrence was therefore so come so near love-making in earnest, aggrieved and hart snd lll-tempered "Wh»n initio be!" that Rose waa almost disgusted with

New Year's. Won't tbey be him. In spite of his five hundred thoahandsome couple? And then I shall san^dollam. be Miss Haliburton In my torn. *Le One tmjrw

rol est mort! Vive Je roi!" JPri"!"521' And then," said Lawrence, 'you down

"Crt. Will be nnd« SU$. «f*IDr Sucy W»IIm» :«nd some time to come. I oan be Miss den impulse, be hastened his footsteps

givlDg

Jn th«

and joined ber, determined, at all events, to *sk an explanation, and discover In what way he had offended

^To his great surprise, she greeted him just as cordially and unaffectedly as ever, and there was a look of unfeigned pleasure in her lovely eyes and on her fair face as she looked up at blm. Her manner was so entirely different from what be had expected that he was for a time uncertain how to approach the subject which troubled him, and so be walked beside her, talking light and carelessly, until tbey were nearly at the door of her home and then he

grew suddenly grave. I have wished for some time past to ask you a question he said abruptly.

How have I offended you "Offended me?" Tbe violet eves looked up at him wonderlngly. You have not done so, Mr. Palliser.

Her quiet tone carried conviction with It, and Lawrence immediately felt ashamed of his previous thoughts concerning sulks and the like, but, man like, he made another effort to prove that be had not been altogether in tbe wrong.

Then whv have you so persistenlty avoided me 1 have not avoided you. I—

A sudden light began to break on Lawrence's benighted understanding. "Ah little Rose, little Rose!" he thought and then, looking at her keenly, he asked, "Shall I see you the next time I call then?"

The girl's face flushed deeply. I—I am afraid not,"

she

answered and then

Lawrence suddenly took possession of the slender hand which was pulling nervously at her veil, and drew it through his arm.

I understand," ho said,briefly. "Are you tired? If not let us walk around the square. I have something to say to you which I should have said weeks ago, if I could have seen you.

I am not tired," she answered, in no wise resenting being taken under his protection so abruptly, and so they passed Mr. Haliburton's bouse and walked slowly on and even when they were again at the door Lawrence seem ed still unwilling to part with her. "I must go," she said, gently "Good-night."

He held her hand in his for a mo mont. I shall see you to morrow," he whispered, "and then you will an­

Yes,"shesaid,"1 will. Good-night and then she was gone. The next day as Sta'iy sat, with aching head and throbbing pulses, reading history in company with Carrie and Johnnie and Grace Haliburton, the school-room door opened suddenly, and Lawrence Palliser appeared on the threshold.

School is dismissed," he announced, airily, to tho children, who immediately took advantage of the temporary inattention of their teacher, and departed rejoicing. "Miss Wallace, go and put on your hat, please. I wish to see if it suits you."

But—" becan Stacy, faintlv. Not a bit of it," interrupted the impetuous gentlemon. "The other ladies are out and I have Mr. Halibnrton's permission to take you for a short drive. The fresh air is just what you need and thus reassued, Stacy was soon seated in the carriage beside L-iwrenoe, the color coming to her cheeks finely as the fiery horses dashed along.

It was not until they were on one of the quiet country roads just outside the city that Liwrence ceased his gay badinage, or referred in any way to the conversation of the previous evening then he turned to her suddenly.

Will you answer mo now he said "I havo told you all about my past life. I have concealed nothing from you, and now I tell you once more that I love you. I am unworthy of you, but with God's help, I will try to make you happv. Stacy, looked up at him, he read Lis answer in her face, oven before she spoke. "My darling," he whispered, "is it true?" and then sho laid ner hand in his*

Yes," sho answered, a soft light shining in her violet eyes, "because I lovo you."

And so a great peace and happiness came into Liwrence Pallisers unquiet life, never again to depart. "And just lo think," said pretty Rose, with indignant tears in her soft eyes, "that after all that cross-eyed Scotch girl, should have married Lawrence Palliser and his five hundred thousand dollars!"

From the Kansas Magazine

Out of Luck.

If

was a November night In

'67

brows, and then threw down five double-eagles on the baize. "Give me a stack of reds," said he. The game went on then, and the stranger's play waa singularly desperate ana wonderfully lucky. 'Haifa dozen deals had changed his reds to blues, and there were two or three

a

sle. ting, bad night, when it is dismal outside and the damp chills creep indoors, despite fires and lamplight that a mountaineer came into Julesburg on the construction train from the west, and wended his way into the and only street of tbe town, if ho was ta 1 and straight and bearded and if fro beneath the flapping rim of his wide black felt hat heavy masses of blacker hair fell down and swept the fringe on the short cape about bis shoulders and If In his belt were seen the butts of his best friends peeping from their black-leather sheaths, still you could tell as you caught the outlines of bis face in the shaded light that came out of the stained windows of the dance-bouse, at the front of which he had baited, that these outward habiliments and trappings of the Montana mountaineer only disguised a form that had grown Under other skies and amid other surroundings. He was about five feet eleven straight and cleanlimbed as aSanteeSioux dressed from the top of his hat to tbe soles of cavalry boots in tbe fashion of the Yellowstone snd hl« face might have been a poet's but for the hard lines of a semlmetancholy deviltry there were traced there by experiences that had in them only prose. "This is tbe place Mott described," said he io an undertone, pulling out of bis breast pockets soiled card whereon was a half-effaced memoranda in pencil "this is the house, now let me see where the bank is." Turning away from tbo front of the hurdy-gurdy, be took straight across tbe rirer of red tnud tbey called the street, snd ploughed hu wsy through it to the farther aide. Here was shanty—half tent and half boardshed, long, low and narrow. Tbe door swung back for him and be went in. There was along pine board laid along the tops of some whisky barrels at tbe right as you went in, tbst answered tor a bar. At the far end were two or three thick groups, in tbe centre of each of which was a faro game. The mountaineer muttered, "This is tbe place—Kelley'a place I wondar now If tie is here?" Going up to tbe nearest group, be wedged nia way in till be reached tbe end of tbe table. Tbe dealer did not look op. Bat the mountaineer looked down. As tbe features of the desler filled his vision tbere waa a little flash ander tbe bronze of bis cheek, snd little dsndng gleam In his ey« thst wss baleful. He palled In

Blacks

where there

had been one. There was a three-card turn in the box—ace, seven and tray. Walt a minute, Mr. Dealer," said the mountaineer. "I want to press the game a little. Can you stand double or break on my pile "Stand anything, sir, if it's all the same to you."

Hum-m well, see twice winner— she'll lose out put that on the ace to lose, if you please I'll make a favorite of the tray to win out—she's a threetime loser."

There was fifteen hundred on tbe turn—seven hundred and fifty on eacn side of it—and the run was tray, aoe a whlpsaw.

Out of luck, of course, on the last turn," said tbe Mofltanian between his teeth. He left the table and went back to the bar. "What is that dealer's name?" he asked, pointing to the table he had just left, aud addressing the bar-tender.

Joe Morford." "Has he got a girl oyer across the way, at the Alamo?"

Yes."

Then he sat down on an empty keg that stood in the corner and mused long while.

That there was no one there to make that scene art-Immortal, is one of the misfortunes of the century. It might have stood away yonder in the new time when we shall have been ground in the gods' mills to the dust of the old, and unremembered, save as a mist that was In the morning and is not at noon it might have lived then with the soul of genius in it to tell with mute lip3 a story of the times that were aud the lives men led who lived in them, that pen can never tell. That rude tent-and-shanty, with its long, low roof overhead its uncarpeted floor of unmatched boards its dense air thick with tobacco-smoke and whiskyfumes, and laden with imprecautious that might have floated up from the gaming tables and hung under the rafters as cobwebs fastened there, unclean and noisome the clink of glasses and the rattle of tin cups on the unplaned and unp.iinted bar the throng of men that surgod here and there, now about the tables stilled with the nameless fascination of the faro, and again about tbe bar, surly with misfortune, and gruff, or garrulous with whisky, and loud clad in all tho strange and curious fashions and freaks of the border belted all some with pistol-butts and knife-hilts showing their grim teeth above the belts, and others with pistol-muzzles and tho metal lips of knife-scabbards peering from under the short, fringed blouses and, in the foreground, the typical one of his vanishing class, who sat on the old keg In the corner musing—Out of Luck all this was a picture worth tho immortality that the touch of a Titan could havo anointed it with, for it was the type and minature of a life that is passing, oven as the buffalo that goes before it, to come back no more lorever. Tho men who were there are scattered as widely as were the homes thoy knew in infancy, in the four quarters of the globe. This one may be gathered to his kindred, for he went home to die. That one sleeps under tlie white sands of some Arizona stream, with no tablet to tell tho story of his death save the brokeu arrow-shaft half buried in the sand beside him, while tho long locks of which he was so proud hang ornamental from the peeled poles of an Apache lodge for he died, as he had lived, roving for the gold that mayhap weights the sand that covora him. Aud two others rest where the crumbling shanties of Julesburg—stray, ugly obelisks of warped and shrunken boards that are rotting in solitude—stand their melancholy monuments where the yellow bios soms of the lonesome and u.isavoryscented dogfennel bloom instead of violets, and where the coyote and tbe prairie-owl join nightly with tho low sigh of the wind that soughsdown from the Black hills in a requiem to the dead town and its butchered desperadoes.

It was all life and animation five years ago! it is all death and desola tlon now. Tho long black paralolls of iron that made the Union Pacific, made Julesburg, because they ended thero for a day or two and when they swept on again toward tl city that sits by the Gate of Gold, looking out on the Pacific, they took Julesburg with thetn and left on that spot only Its name and the echoes of its revelry."

In the musing brain of him who sat on the keg, though, tbe more subdued lights and softer shades of another picture were taking form and shape, as, In that savagest of all solitudes, an utter strangership and friendlessness In the midst of fellow creatures, he had just brushed away the thick dust of years from tho canvass of his memory. He remembered the old family mansion on the high bluff, whence, between the avenues of black walnuts that stretched away from tho veranda down the lawn, his boyhood's eyes had so many times gazed down upon tbe tawny Missouri, away near where it weds its

f»urer

his wet bat down low orer bis eye-• whose keeper be was, snd needing extra,"

something to revive his spirits. The least charity be eould bestow upon tbe luckless one was a treat.

I reckon I might throw in a little suthlr.'," said he, rising and walking up to the bar.

Powerful bad night out, mister," said the dealer. Powerful," said the mountaineer.

The dealer drank his liquor. Then he went out to a squalid little restaurant, next door, to get bis lunch and cup of coffee. The mountaineer had not touched his liquor, but had the glass in his baud. He squared himself around, rested his elbows on the rough bar and looked at the floor, upon which he spilled the wblsky that was in the glass, drop Ly drop. "Wonder if I would drink with Joe Morford's" he muttered. "Reckon not—I mout in bell, If I was powerful dry, but not in these parts." There was in his face that aameUss expression of leopardliko verocitv. that you can see under tbe skin anil away down in the eyes, as though a« transparency, when the borderer has made up his mind to nut his finger on a revolver triggerbut you never saw it on the face of any one else.

He went out of the door and the moist blackness of the night shut him in. Back across the street to the dancehouse he went straight, andstrodein. It, like its copartner sn devilment opposite, was a long,, low, half-tent and half-shanty sort of a structure, and was divided by canvass screens into throe compartments. In tho front room was a bar. In tho next a babel. Atone end wag a high bench, and on this sat three or four fiddlers and a clarionet player. Around tho wall were a number of benches, and these were crowded with men, to describe whose faces and styles would be impossible. If you ha've seen them, you know how they looked. If not you could not learn how they looked. On the floor were probably a dozen couples dancing. Now, it is esteemed a necessary item in tho composition of the full-fledgod man of tho world that he shall have seen the sights. lie shall have viewed that half, more or less, of human life that is flaunted and festers under the gas-light. There is a thing called civilization that we aro proud of that forms the staple theme of Fourth of July and after-dinner speeches that Is making the world better than It was and that Is preferable to that savagery which, having in its vernacular no such as "vice," does not need to possess the contradlstlnctive term of virtue. Well, this vice that is known only to civilization that breeds fevers and ulcers that fills the streets of great cities with gamiM, who sleep in the snow and take a bath only when their bed melts In the gutter that gives garrets and cellars a tenantry that pays rent to a democracy that lives in brown stone houses, with high front steps, and that worships God In great iron and stone temples that makes beggars of those whom It does not mould Into thieveSj and staves those whom it does not feed upon crime or fatten with the crumbs from death's table: This vice carried the heraldry of our Chrlstaln civilization and proclaimed it to the Pawnee Loups on tho Upper Platte. Yet wo call the wolf Pawnee a thieving set of red devils, who ought to be huntod and exterminated on foot or on horseback. This advance-guard of civilization came from Now Yorksome o' it. Philadelphia also sent missionaries of this ilk. Boston even. And thus tbe quota was filled. Thus wo made possible this Julesburg hurdy-

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bride from off the Minnesota vtkes He thought of the cluster of negro-quarters and the picaninnios he hsd played with and toe colts he had called his, as a child owns things and tbe father and mother, gone, all gone and the little yellow-haired sister, with eyes that bad borrowed their tints from tnesky of the June dawn that saw her born and the old home as it was, with its inumerable little things so easy to remember and so impossible to describe. Then tbe panorama moved and another picture came. It was back in the background with the eddyfng smoke that rolled up from the burning home, and lurid in the foreground with tbe red devilment of the war snd its ravage. Then were the fierce four years of strife, the tragedy of the end, and the return to a homestead that was not home, snd a family that welcomed him only In the mute syllables upon their tombstones, (11 save the sister. O." her there was no token. Then the fruitless search for ber, but no tidings save those rather than which tbe knowledge of ber death would have been a solace. Then the desperation, the resolve to desert forever the scenes of yore, the pilgrimage to tbe yellow Mecca of tbe Bozemen, the mining-camps snd the sdventures, the news at last through an old acquaintance, eauaslly met, of tbe little sister, the story of ner wrongs snd— "Take suthin', mister?" roused tbe mountaineer from his reverie. It was the dealer who spoke. His trick at the box was off, snd he bad stopped at the bar to llqaor, before he went oat to that other revelry that filled what of bis existence the duties of tbe ereen doth sod check-rack left unclaimed. He saw in the man sittingon the keg in the earner, with bis bead resting on his band and his long black hair falling loosely sbout bis shoulders, notb- SOMEBODY says Ing but a miner or a trapper, flat broke tremely fashionable his encounter with tbe animal

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urdy and all those who danced and and wero desperate within its boird and canvass walls, had but one step more between them and tho end of their civilizing mission—to die. Death was not far from any of them. l\r the men, It lurked In a hundred ugly irons, ready to leap out at tho beck of passion,'brutality on general principles, or revenge. For the women it was in shapes more hideous, because lesssudden and less humane. It glared pull-grey and ghastly 111 rough the daubled whito and red on their faces grinned at them out of the drinks that drowned memory nnd inundated contrition and finally clasped them in its arms, the only lover that loved them truly, because of all tilings In tho world, death alone was kind to them and merciful.

Into this den where demons might have danced to tho squeaking discords of the Davil's Dream and teen at home the mountaineer walked and leaned up against the wall. There was no place for him to sit down. Tho show drew too well for him who came lato to find a reserve seat. Presently Morford, the faro-dealer, camo In, having refreshed himself with a repast. Ho walked directly oyer to where a young walking boss of a gang of railroad ha/.ds stood with his partner, waiting for the muBlc to strike up again, lie said something to the girl.

For God's sake, Joe, lot me alone a little while won't you said she petulantly. Then there was a quarrel in undertones, and the dealer drew back to strike ber. The railroader caught his arm and thedealcrinstantly wheeled upon him a ten-Inch Bowie gleamed with that cold, cruel grimace of the naked steel. Thero was a rush, a flutter and muffled click, like the ticking of a clock In another room, and—

Walt a minute, Mister Morford," said a voice, quiet in its husky gutters]. You may hare heard the tone, before now, reader, it sounds like damp Clods dropping on a coffin. Morford's other hand sought his pistol-butt, and he and tbe mountaineer were face to face. Thecrowd fell back around them. It always happens that way on the frontier. Men never crowd around two borderers when a voice says from the atmosphere that one of them has got to die. "Mister Morford," said the mountaineer. as he slowly raised his slouch hat offhis forehead, looking him square in the eye. "1 have been looking for yon are you fixed

That was all tho talk. There were three shots like three drum-taps. And two men lay on the floor. Two little red streaks stole out upon the boards, snd thecrowd rushed up. Was it over? No. Tbe girl stood with a daze in her eyes and looked at tho mountaineer. Then sho knelt by him, put her face down, kissed him, and said. "Henry, speak to me great God my brother!" Then the crowd drew back and was bushed again. The girl still knelt bebeside tbe mountaineer, and looked at blm with still, staring eyes, that pain made dry. She reached for his hand and gently loosened the fingers from tbe revolver outt. There was a murmur, a click, a crash and tbere were three corpses a brother, a sister and him who had murdered tbe body of the one snd the other's soul.

Just over the railroad track, about eighty yards from the old tank, there are three graves. They are unnamed. And tbe locomotive screams by them, ever besring onward to new lands the civilization that Julesburg pioneered.

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