Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 4, Number 44, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 2 May 1874 — Page 2

*29* air 11 know nothing of fete fonasr llfeTl have beeidM^jmUcw ff youtkhd fellies, bat t»ve certainly shown no dUfiositkra to inquire into that whicb cannot concern vie. I asta* repeai that I am unable to pesealTe the motive of jour remarks.*

It la, uuply, that I tar that *e« are concerned, deeply concerned, in w*» mff life.' «You deal In enigmas, Mr. Will yon please explain yourself or, preferably, fhtncc twioMedf

Yon moat permit me, the®, to plainly. It la a aerioua 'tor with which I would acquaint u, and would not attempt it but that I fear it Vis beeor my duty. It to far from ngapl -.-atfe.' •Well, air?'

Doctor WUmer has token me into his confidence in any decree, yet I have bocome well aware that be entertaina sentiments warmer than those of friendship toward yourself, and that he fenefee them to be reciprocated. Donotspeok. I beg you, I have no intention of noddling in your private concerns. The foot k, lfcss Reynolds,' he continued, with an unwonted excitement in 10a tone, 'it ie the duty of a true man, knowing what I know, to apeak, plainly and fttRy, however painful the task may be.' fflie had riaen, and atood with ber hand firmly clutching the table, a alight pallor marking her Awe.

Yon deal in riddles, Mr. Josephs?' 1 have only to aay, that you, and all the dtiieai of Salem, aie deceived by this pereon. A* long aa no danger waa likely to reault from it, 1 kept my knowledge of the truth to myeelt Now I am forced to declare—'

Declare nothing to roe, air,' ahe interrupted, in an Impassioned tone. *1 have no rignt to your information, nor you warrant to interfere in Doctor WHmer*s private affairs.'

have the right, Mini Reynold*. More than that, I am forced to apeak by ©very dictate of Justice and mercy.*

But I am not farced to bear, die replied, turning, aa with intent to leave the room.

Are you aware that Doctor Wllmer is a married man he asked, calmly, aa if it were some every-day question, and with no appearance of having observed her movement.

Had an earthquake shock that instant passed under her feet, the effect on her could not have been greater than was

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reduced by these few nmple words. She and would have fallen. but for the support of the table, and the ace that was half turned toward him bore the pallid hue of death.

Forgive me if 1 have wounded you,' he continued, gently. 'I was forced to speak. What I have said is only too true, and I have not made so serious an assertion without being tally prepared to prove it.'

She sank feebly into the chair at her side, and looked up to him with such misery In her face that he hesitated, as if in commiseration of her evident suffering. ~Can It be truer she asked, in a half whispe*, as if questioning herself.

The worst is not yet told,' he continued. 'He married young a woman utterly unfitted to him: deserted ber and ber child, making the war his excuse and the army his aiding place. I have but lately become acquainted with the circumstances have seen the wife, who is living almost in a state of destitution have heard and sympathized with her story and have been entrusted with an unanswerable proof of its truth—no less an evidence than the marriage certificate.

pray you leave me now sir. I can bear no more to-night. Oome, if you will, in the morning but leave me now I' she asked, in a tone of infinite appeal.

It is best to draw a veil over scenes of human suffering. We will respect the shrouding shMow which heaven, in mourning for her lost peace, drew over her that night. The morning came, and with it calm but it waa a pallid quiet— the mask of a torn soul. Not that she placed tall confidence in the dark accusation made against her lover. Doubt5 would arise. At intervals she utterly disbelieved it. But what purpose oould Mr. Josephs have in forging a story so base ss this were, if untrue? He had spoken in a mild, serious tone, well calculated to carry conviction. He had seen the wife, possessed the certificate, and she had every reason to believe him an honorable and truthftil gentleman.

But could a villain speak with the tone of Robert Wllmer? Could a lie

hide under that truth-telling fece? Should t' believe the whole world felserstu doubt his truth? Ah! die had been trained in a severe school, and knew manktrd too well for her years, had been re than once disenchanted, and had felt the slow flight of mote than one ideal from her soul. Experience of the world ie seldom calculated to inspire us with confidence In the general integrity of mankind. 5n our mends, whom we have known and tested through Hn'f a life time of intercourse we may sat- .v trust bat in strangers, bowo plans! and well-spoken, It hi danger -is to p-a.j implicit confidence.

Mm Reynolds' life had taught ber •otnething of this harsh lesson. Hhe could not lay aside reason, and let Wind love alone doubt. That he had committed a lifo-tong mM#ke in hia yooth, and bad grown so#!' Uy reekiees to risk blasting hei t:fe, the wild hope of hiriiaff his et the world, and wtnniu.' hft$ Mas in its dk -j sto—could •fa* tmicv* umftof him? Odini she avoid believing it? And yet he should not he cendemur IP- i..td as yet but aase.-^jB his dit Where were tfesse proofc? Hhonld she not seek them for reel?, '"r.-rfiw* 1-r*if of the truth or ..seb'--i this* «etton. and. If true, banish a forever from berbeartfller bwlu^iwas destroyed in Helen*. She must, in any ewe. km town.

Mr. who esM won ber aft this point In h«r dci*«H,f her s^ *ot'-»n, .T--i H"' her to «ty,•• «oi: 1 reels iy able to jwt»ve »»d more n. had said. hiapreeence there, ax b® atno Ineon' wtras^h* WO„.i L-J of tb to it fied thet witti Y.H mu arrlveatasi ••«of

We wW nets teuniCT, Its r«*«.4r In the form of I fei Hopea to tlw« vk of a thoiMl lions, each with its It was po*i«wwii«ki -i cowtained no ur»m p*» the kwriity ol tit# follows

#, that buried his h, !rf» tiTm the S t.th- •»!..' HlO-"t.na-.l'pto. but se li 'U..:i:lonof wtme* it read as:

Romr ft. Wit uKK." rs I an I in days* it was ever nuade. Alss? met, I did not deem that so deep I* thttwhJchfe my *f»ul. I wonld I* glad to It Ui. 4NOT lie fMmm Nitween ns, b«u teettill I «m.

I wmf ismlasntekD. v,,.-. .. «, ans^pes^k, Ard^i»c Bre--«hMk! la heart. I will -^eak will not charsHeHee -nr aetton wotki wwuld have «jkme, had 1 answeied

and consented to

your wtfcu" I make no denial of

my love. Neither then nor now could I.or did I, wish to conceal it. A* we shall never meet agate, or. ifwvekNfld, but as strangers* I ean safely Make this admission. Aiaa! that aflpc-tieat should have been met as mine h*» been *hst you could have approached me with ruin lurking like a deadly poison in the rich cup of love! I cannot believe that you folly considered my position. And yet what bearing had position on the easel The loftieet would have hurled into misery by accepting your proposal. You know that the ban of society is death to a woman's reputation yon know how a mere whisper destroyed my hopes in Salem you know well the disgrace, the misery, the despair, you had prepared for me. Ah! half this result has already feUen upon me, from my very weakneaa in tovfng von. How could you then so coolly plan, so persistently seek to consummate, your scheme, heedless of the fete it *snast bring to me, the helpless victim of a bigamist? I speak harahly, as you have forced dm to speak bitterly. Would that I could dear the reooro of such a love from my soul I that I could become again the girl which you found me. and cease to be the woman which you ha left the I

You will pereeivethat I have learned that which yon sought to conceal from me, the story of your early marriage, of your desertion ofjrewrwlfe, of her present destitution. I know that ol which I »eak. I have seen Ikt, read the record of yonr marriage, have learned the whole sad story, through the kind offices of a Mum, whom I ean never

too deeply for saving me from

It might have been

my impending feie. It might have been better nad I allowed this to pass in silence. Believe me, I write more in sorrow than in revenge. You have wounded me deeply. Yet I can forgive you this if you will but atone for it, by taking to your heart again that worthy woman wnom you have left deserted and destitute. I"xr myself, I am trained to bear. All my life has taught me the sad lesson of endurance. It Is but another pain added to those which I have already borne.

And now, a last farewell to all thoughts of the vision of happim which you coloured up in my soul I I regret nothing which I have said. I could not have left one word unsaid and preserved my self-respect. My words may appear to you harali and bitter. 1 have no wish to wound you. Yet I have felt too intensely to speak in mildness. Deeply as such truth may pierce the erring soul, I cannot speak otherwise than ss truth impels. Can you blame me if I seek to pluck the roots of this love from my heart, and to fill their place with the balsam of indifference Deem not, then, that I view your conduct too harshly. You know, even better than I, all that bigamy means. Passion may have impelled you. That you may let conscience impel you to retribution of the evil you have caused, is the last wish of Clara Reynolds."

Weighed in the Balance.

Cyrus Ferriston and his mother were sll that remained of the family. They lived together in a snug form-house in a district so rural that it hadn't so much as a name: it had only a number—Township Number One. People below, in the adjoining farming villages, spoke of it ana its neighbors as The Numbers. It might have been supposed to bo the outskirts of civilisation—its frontier for the nearest neighbor was five miles away, the only religious exercises were held in Deacon Crocket's kitchen, three miles further off, while there was ten miles between them and the doctor. Cyrus was an energetic fellow, who formed in summer ana logged in the winter, that is, ho usually took a contract to bring the drive of logs dewn from the woods therefore he had been in the habit of borrowing Farmer Hutton's daughter Jane to keep his mother company and help bar about the house, for a small consideration. Sometimes, too, Jane staid on through the summer, er returned for the harvesting when it was heavy and at such times Cyrus always observed that his butter and cheese found a more ready market: that the bouse was more eheerfcl and better kept—for old Mrs. Ferriston was one of the slack kind that provisions went further and relished better. But for all this he felt no inclination to marry Jane, as folks at Wheatfldld bad predicted when she first went to The Numbers. Jane waa called plain and Cyrus bad a prepossession that his wife should be rosy and dark-eyed, with the smile that conquers men. Jane halted in her gait the least bit in the world —hi* wife should have the step of a panther. She always dressed soberly, like a brown leaf! as If she would like to melt into the landscape—Aw wife should carry tor fond nation into the knot of ribbon at her throat, or the slipper on her foot. Therefore it wss utterly out of the question, if we put any fiuth in logic, that Jane should beeome the wife of Cyrus.

But, alas I as it often happens, she hsd not wintered and summered at The Numbers for naught. When the neighbors had lectured her as she was about to leave home for the first season, and prophesied, "Well, Jane, I dare say It wont be long befor* you 11 be changing your name to l'« rrtston,** Jane nad ughed at the notion, and bad reckoned "at Cyrus hadn't enough schooling to please her, and had thought that she oinM never be penciled to spending her 'lays In The Numbers.

Folks as held their hea.1 is high ss you, mine, hev bed ter corm it,'' they answered ber. But when she me ae —-t't-'r.Jf *-h Cyrn* ?n bis everv-day lit .• -i it, she nd that he knew 5' r- th .Tt she had d- un d. Hehsda

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6feourse Jane slwuld hav« left off loviMrC^yrus after tub but she didnt, and naturally be wss as blind ss othecs of hia sex, and never guessed t»W an ache tt gave plain Jane Hutton when he dressed up in his Sunday beet, with the necktie she had made mm on his birthday, and rode off to pay hi* court to Agnes Price, five miles across the country. 8be waa always awake when he let himself in at midnight, ami went tiptoeing to his room, and she lay wondering how it most seem to be loved by a mast after your own heart. Her life weemed to promise to be all November weather. But though The Numbers were so isolated, they had their merry-makings. There was a quilting at Mrs. Deacon Crocket's in Number Two, or a husking at Farmer Duaenbury's in Wheat field, or a haying-bee at Deacon Smiley's with dancing in the well-swept barn, hung with lanterns, in the evening: and there were camp-meeting days, ana now and then there was a wedding and no distance wss too for to travel, and Cyrus always harnessed old Dapple, and took Jane along with him, aa Agnes would be

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)lng witn her brothers or sometimes. road led that way, 1m would cal for Miss Agnes, and Jane would sit on the back seat of the wsgon, and only guess at what waa going on before herln the twilight, hugging her pain in loneliness of heart. 5fobody knew but Jane waa just aa happy aa the others who danced CSkorut J\g* and CbUege Hornpipe* nobody ever would have known. Sometime there waa a preacher on the circuit, who went about from the one Number to another holding meetings, and Cyrus and his mother and Jane put on their best, and went the rounds too and Cyrus and Agues helped at the singing, and lingered after the benediction. One week the preacher staid at Fante W Farm, and asked Jane to marry

On the whole," remarked Cyrus I'm glad she didn't take to him. It's selfish, bnt how oould we get on without her just yet?"

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making some of the alterations hod suggested—for they were to be married in the spring—asking Jane's opinion and co-operation as if she had been a sister. In the first place he built on the wing, and he cot another window In Jane's room.

You'll be able to see to prink better. Jennie," said he "maybe, on second thought—4tm«ybe you'd rather have a roum in the new wing? Take your 1 .** for Jane's parents were dead, .i! -h- had now been living year In and year oat at The Numbers.

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sha'n't want either one or the other, thank you," die answered. "Why not, I should like to know? Are vou going to swing In a hammock among the trees?"

I'm going to seek my fortunes," she toughed, beeswss slie felt more like crying uolng away from hero, Jennie t" he cried, dropping Hie hammer with which l. ?. id been driving nails, "Wheroare

TERKE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

sod yon right here at hand? Tlfould {so rare as to bring the boweshold from hev bin ss easy ss lyin'!" kitchen to attic to watch It out of right, Would It?" laughed Jane, ijt of the and the wind wMwtles ovet miles of unAepth of her «41«*t mtsery. inheWtod country wtth nethteg to impede it {when there is nothing to brsek the monotony of the long frosty days, which the swisnaw say* ace sisort, W homely duties, and the promiss of seedtime sad harvest. It seems then as if no son were potent enough to melt the mountain mn% built as miraculously ss the coral reefe, and at midnight you wake npsnddenly, and hear the wolves howling in the woods close at hand, and find their tracks about the sheep-pen next morning, and remember with a shudder that tncre isn't an able-bodied man on the premises. In such circumstances one needs to have vast resources in one's self to he in harmony with one's household and with one's destiny.

and though Mrs. Ferriston wss

son eto part with ner, yet she advised Jane to think of it seriously, and went so as to get Cyrus to talk with her about it. This was the last straw that broke the osmel's back. Jane was sick in bed till the preacher loft The Numbers.

Dear sskest" said Mrs. Ferriston, "if it's going to keel Jane over like this every time she has beau, the fewer the better. Girls didn't use to take it to heart so."

you'll be bringin' a wife

home one of tbese days. It's a pity you couldn't hev taken a likin' to Jane yourself, and she right handy in the house, and knowin' all our ins and outs, and no feult to find."

Choose the one that you love best! Suit yourself, you'll suit the rest." sang Cyrus.

44Jane

wouldn't have me

either That's for you to say," returned his mother, thinking that the girl was unborn who would refuse her Cyrus.

Well, at one time thev had Miss Agnes Price up at Number One to make a visit, and to let her see how the land lay and at first words wernt big enough to express her satisfaction. But she used to laugh at Jane's old-fashioned way of dressing her hair and cutting her gowns and when Jane and Cyrus got to talking upon their favorite themes, she would put on her bonnet and be oflT for a walk, and Cyrus would naturally follow without delay.

She wasn't happy unless Cyrus was praising her dress or Iwself, unless iiherewere young folks invited over from the other Numbers aud Wheatfield for a frolic, or they were going abroad to some merry-making ana when nobody was present but themselves, she would amuse herself taking off the folks who spoke in the last revival meeting, showing how Elder Prosy at Wheatfield, conscious in the midst of along prayer that the candles on the desk needed snuffing, groped for them with his eyes shut, snuffed them out between his thumb and finger, and threw the red hot ends into a brother's new hat on the deacon's seat, and wrung his bands at this foretaste of damnation then she would follow this episode with singing "Coronation" gutturally, like Deacon Crockett and nasally, like old Mrs. Quaver, and relate how Deacon Crocket always omitted the blessing when they had pudding and milk for tea and Mrs. Ferriston would look at Agnes over her spectacles, and shake her head in protest, but laugh in spite of herself. But by and by my lady began to suggest improvements in the house. There might be awing built out here, the roof might be raised the yard needed a new picket fence who ever heard of a house without a flower garden?

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Cyrus.

we bad one, he, Jane?" said

Where ignorance is bliss," retfirned Agnes. "Nobody hss such old-fashion-ed things as marigolds, bachelor's-but-tons, hollyhocks, and lovelies-bleeding In their garden nowadays] everybody laughs at 'em."

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suppose tbo Lord made 'em." objected Mrs. Ferriston and then Agnes penly confessed that she should die of tne landscape papering on the best room which Mrs. Ferriston had guarded from the flies for years ss if it had been a gallery of paintings by the first masters ana, for her part, Agnes declared, looking out at the window, she hated to see nice fields about a house disfigured with vulgar-looking pumpkins and cabbages. After she went home Cyrus set to work

know—somewhere." He

penned a «wmrr self be was trying to understand bir. snd perhaps h» eyes tied a erode then be picked ttp and resumed his work, "I n. \. tl'-ught of «uflh a thing, the Mows. "There's ti'-ed* t. At least yon*li stay—till

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I-. ,-) Tii :«riy that season, n- «. mi. no itstial, into the •i nir, iiig tits mother with ««n(*nv. nnd a small boy to paths .iu:i ok after the stock, who live there km*" inter In Th* Number*!* Illtr-. -I JM) *twu!. Him

When Seth Price joined Cyrus's camp, a week before Christmas, he carried nim a tins' from Agnes saying that she should expect him down to watch the new year in and the old year out st the watch-meeting, if be loved her. Esther Smiley had offered to lay a wager that be wouldn't put himself out so much, and even Mr*. Deacon Crocket had aald it wasnt likely, seeing he was sure of her but she hsd set her heart upon ahowlng them how much he eared for ber.

It hmt every lover who could resist such an appeal, and though Cyrus didn't think it or the least consequence whether other people believed in his love or not so long as it waa a reality to himself and Agnes, yet he wss doubtless flattered by her earnest desire for his presence, and if it would piesse her, why not go? It did not oocur to him thst it wss as mud) a vulgar wish to make a parade of his roaapl for her as a desire to see him. It happened very luckily, however, Cyrus thought—end perhaps most people would agree with him—that the camp had run abort of molasses, and one of the men was detailed to take a team and go to Whitefiold for a supply—for what was oofibe without molasses He started on the last day of Decern tier, and Cyrus with him. and he dropped Cyrus where the rosds diverged, one leading to Wheatfield and the other to The Numbers. There wss a matter of ten or twelve miles between Cyrus and the Price farm when he left the team, but he had often walked further with a load of produce for market. The distance didn't strike him as being of any consequence he had all his life been used to mile-stones. It had begun to snow some time before gently, ss if it meant no barm, and Cyrus was used to snow, too. But presently the wind changed and blew roughly, andtossed the flakes into his eyes, anc the flakes themselves grew bigger and thicker, till they clogged his steps snd blinded his sight and obliterated every landmark. 81111 he trudged onward, cheering himself with the warm welcome before him, assuring himself that the wav was as familiar as his own potato field, till by an by he began to wonder if he were not watching the old year out by himself, if he had not been longer on the road than the distance warranted,if he had net missed the way, if it were not growing colder and darker every moment. He knew about as well where he wss ss if he had traveled into Nova Zembla, or had been cast away on an iceberg. He paused and rested against the bole of a tree to collect his with. There was no use in proceeding farther on the wrong road. In coming to this decision he naturally sat down by the wav to reflect which was the right one. He did not reflect long. Lovely images and colors floated before bis mind's eye. He had reached the farm, and there was a great back-log blazing on the hearth for nim, and brown eyes looking into his, anc tender tones in his ears. Then he came to himself 'with a start, and sat upright peering into the black night, upon which the storm seemed an inscription in an unknown tongue, waked by the rending of some great limb fipm the tree above him. which had fallen and pinned him to the ground. The dangers of his situation were too evident for conjecture. He would be frozen stiff before oock-crow, even if he were not dead of the blow first. Through the storm and the darkness he called for help, without daring to hope for it, put all his waning strength ana despair into a few imploring cries, and fell benumbed with pain, with one leg crushed and broken. It looked very much gnii he would bear the old year company.

Jane had sat up later than usual that night, cutting a piece ef stuff out of tae loom, which she had finished weaving that afternoon. Mrs. Ferriston was sound asleep, and the form-boy had gone to the watch-meeting and as Jaye raked up the coals on the hearth, she wondered if Cyrus was holding watch with Agnos—who had boasted that she would bring him down front heaven if she wanted him and if ho would be coming home to kiss his mother in the early morning. Then she went to the door to look out at the night, which was not more lonely than she, to bid adieu to the old year and was it the shriek of the wind or a human voice that smote her ears? a voice that sounded strangely like his. Oh. if it should bo I At least somebody on tnat lonely waste was in trouble, perhaps dying. If she wont to her safe warm bed anu waited for daylight, she might never be able to get that cry out of her ears! 8o she raked open the coals and piled on the logs she set alighted candle in the window she put a flask of brandy In her pocket ami a.bunch of matches, took her lantern and pushed out into the storm, with answering cries that help was near. The wind slapped In her fece and shrieked alont her ears till she half misdoubted herself but destiny led her to where Cyrus lay, not a quarter of a mile from home. She was down on her knees beside him In the drift Instantly, rubbing him with the snow that sifted about him, chaffing hlshandsin her own soft palms, struggling with the imprisoning bough, letting the brandy trickle down his throat, warming him into life with her cheek against his, and calling to him with all the tenderness in her soul, with all the endearing names that love invents for In that awful moment she had forgotten that he belonged to any one but herself, Perhaps, in the gradual re-awakening, he mav have caught the meaning of this, but he gave no sign of it. By her frantic eflbrts Jane succeeded in removing the limb thst had fallen upon him. and having pushed and dragged it to a safe distance, she made a bonfire of It, which illumined the ghastly night fentasiimllv, and kept the wolves at bay that were howling in the woods near by. It wax nly then she discovered that his leg broken 1 There was bnt. one thing to do, however she provided him a counterpane of spruce iwtugha, as warm as wool, gathered dry feaota in th «dge of the woods, and extended her

Mans in a circle about the disabled msn, like an Indian watch-fire then she hastened home, and, as hia mother was too infirm to give assistance, she yoked the stem into the drag—for old Dsppte's slender legs could not flounder ssfely tit rough the drift*-and urged them slowly across the untrodden snow, gtiid edbv tf-- T-rntern, to the bor, unlesawty, wh hi-tvrtlMl |r!j-i\V, -H'd,

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this before Oyrus was ssfe in bed, with his mother and Jane adtmnijrteitog to him, and neighbor Oeodhsart and the stseiu on the way for the doctor. Bnt it was wanya long week before be left hill bed taaasd, tiSe drifts bad dissolved fJftaf www hw spells in made aM bad, snd the grass waskmgandresdy for mowing, before he took his first step into the sir, and then he leaned on Jane's snn. and walked with a crutch. The folks in The Numbers ssid he would always need to nssa cratch, unless he preferred a cork leg. When ti»e doctors from Wheatfield ana beyond had decided upon am putation, Cyrus had sent for' Agnes. Perhaps he had meant to give her her freedom, with a lingering hope that she would rrteet it perhaps he craved the solace of bar presence before his journey toward the Valley of Shadows. Nobody ever knew it was only known that she refbsed to go to him! The people in The Nambers bliuned or excused her, according to their natures and prepossessions. IShe didn't promise herself to a cripple, It's better to live unmated than fll-matcbed." "8he% like to go aU the way through the woods and plot up a crooked stick st last." "It's spoor kind of love that's soared at misfortune," were some of the cmnrent remarks passing from month to mouth.

And so the year wore through, and Cyrus could no longer go up the Aroostook lumbering, nor swing nis scythe in the meadow. He hsd to hire a hand about the fiurm. But while he eat at home with idle, impatient hands, inspiration came to him as he watched Jane laboring st her wheel, and he invented a spinniiw-mschine. About this time old Mrs. ferriston slipped away out of life and one day Mrs. Desoon Crocket rode over to engsge Jsne for her winters weaving.

You won't be needin' a houskeeper no longer, I s'poee, Cyrus," ssid she "and folks alius talks so so, thinks I, Jane bed better oome home with me for the weaven." "Jane," he said—for Mrs. Deacon Crocket used an ear-trumput, and waa no kind of hinderance to love-making— "Jane, you promised to stay with me till Agnos came. Will you keep your promise?"

Yes, Cyrus, I will, if you insist upon it," she answered.

Jane and I," he said, speaking into Mrs. Crocket's trumpet, "are going down to Wheatfield this afternoon to be married."

Mrs. Crocket took the Price farm on her way home, for fear her news would spoil if kept overnight.

Cyrus Ferriston's goin' to bemeiv ried, said ahe "and no thanks to you, Agnes Price. Jane Hutton's a lucky gell." "Do tell!" cried Agnes. "Never swam a goose so gray out what could find its mate. I always thought she had a hankerin' after him. S'pose I shan't be asked to stand up with 'em! What a flgger they'll cut when they 'pear out together I I never could have borne to go limpin' along with a man like that all my days—it didn't look genteel." "But they do say," continued her comforter, "how he's made a power of money out ef that machine of his'n—it's jest like spinnin' gold. And they're talkin' about sendin'of him to the Legislation, and then I s'pose Jane'U go too, and help represent."

A FASHION ABLE COMPLAINT AMONG LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.

In the course of a lecture recently delivered in New York, Dr. Lyman said: "Heart disease among both ladies and gentlemen, is the one most in vogue at present. A synonym for pecudo %eart disease is indigestion. False modes of dresses, by crowding the heart, cause it to beat irregularly. Remedy tne dress, and the heart will healthfully perform its functions. The heart is almost the last organ to become diseased, because it has a great work to do. Nature made it strong, and supplied it with as few nerves as possible. Women who feint, as a rule, have too small cavities for heart and lungs. Fainting is a provision of nature for the reinstatement of the body by allowing tbo heart a brief respite. When the stomach is unduly distended by food, the heart is crowded and complains. Good straight shoulders are highly essential to a woman. If she sesses an erect form, a woman's heart abetter opportunity to beat evenly and healthfhlly.

Many mistake a palpitation sensation of the muscular wall of that portion of the stomach nearest the heart for an affection to the heart. Adipose or fatty accumulation around the heart will often render its beating labored or heavy. The heart is not, however,diseased It lis only working under difficulties. Prostration also affects the beating of the heart, causing it to pulsate more rapidly. Strength will remove this difficulty, it is at heory with some physicians that In a natural life the heart beats only a given number of times. If this be so, running up and down stairs, intense excitement, hurry, by increasing the number of heart beats In a minute, diminish the length of one's life. It is a well known feet that a race horse is not long lived, because, having such a demand nude upon the action of the heart, the heart-muscles wear out sooner than they otherwise would."

PREMONITIONS.

The Springfield (Mass.) Union relates the following: "S. M. Ceoper, of Stockbridge, who died on Friday night, had a remarkable presentiment that his death was near. He was an active, robust, and healthy man, but be had said to several men that he should not live to see his forty-fourth birthday. He was forty-three in January. His father and grandfather had died at forty-three, but of diseases of which he showed no symptoms yet his conviction that he should not survive the year waa so strong that he had been making various arrangements of property, etc., with reference to that impression. A few weeks before bis death, when at work with his son on the mountain, he bad a slight attack of Illness, but It soon passed off, and he enoincd it upon his son to make no mcnion of the occurrence at home. On Friday he rose in his usual health, attended an auction in Glendale In 0e forenoon, procured a check at the bank there for •be payment of a life insurance policy, home and retired early, but to all appearance well. He soon nad occasion to get up to look to one of the children, end whH

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Composition by a little boy—Subject: "The Horse." ^The horse la a vera useful animal it hoe four legs—one en each corner."

A schoolmistress of Fslfcx, Ohio, recently attempted to punish an unruly boy. He made a savage rush at her with a cJub, when die seised a chair te defend herself, and struck him a blow which proved fetal.

A boy in Burlington, says tha Hawkeye, wants to beta dollar and a half that hie wears his mother's slipper on his jacket mors hoars per day than she wears it on her feet and he wants to know if thst is the way to train up a bby so that he will venerate the American eagle and feel the spirit of freedom throb and glow in every pulsation of his

A lady in New York is the mother ol a large family of children, and thoy are all rather diminutive. A few days after the birth of the youngest, not long since, a little niece of the i^y called to see the baby. After looking at the tinv specimen for a few minutes, the lfttle irirl said: "Aunt Maria, dent you think it would be better to have less of 'em and have 'em bigger?'*

A very bad little boy in Dubuque rubbed cayenne pepper dust all over the back or his jacket, and then did shamefully In school. The school ma'am thrashed him briskly, but dismissed school immediately to run to the nearest drug store for eyo-salve.

Whenever you see a small boy coming out of the house with one hand on hit* eyes and the ether over the basement of his pants, you can como to the conclusion that no and the old gentleman have had a slight misunderstanding. little Freddy Warner is a male child, of some five summer's growth, and his mother, like all good mothers, never lets slip an opportunity to Impress upon her offspring's mind some good practical or moral lesson. Bhe had given little Fred fine apple, and aald to him: "Now, Freddy, you must give half of the apple to your brother Georgey, and when you divide anything with another person

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Ono of the good little boys undertook to play the Oeergo Washington dodge on his mother In this way: Ho cut off the pet rat-and-tan's tail with the traditional hatchet, and hid the defunct member in the meal barrel. When his mother went for meal to make the morning hoe-cake" she discovered the "tall.'* and interviewed her little son. He said:

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The IIygik^k op the Bearik—The Doctor says that statistics of English regiments show that the soldieut wearing beards found in this appendage a protection against cold, catarrhs, pneumonia, etc. It is incontestlble that the beard protects the organs of respiration, by mechanically arresting a number of foreign bodies, which would tend to penetrate Into the mouth. Hence the proposition that all persons accustomed to work among dust or among grinding tools should be foroed to wear a beard. Dr. Allison, of Edinburgh, has alluded to that city, and Mr. Adams affirms that an inquiry made among the employes of the Great Eastern Railway showed that among 147 mechanics and stokers only 16 shaved off the beard, 77 let it grow, and 42 wore moustaches also, and tnat it was well recognized among the men that such persons were rarely affected with colds or other sickness.

If a tallow candle be placed in a gun, and shot at a door, it will go through without sustaining any injury and if a musket ball be fired into water, it will not only rebound, but bo flattened as if fired against a substance. A musket ball may be fired through a pane of glass, making a hole the sixe of the ball, without cracking the glass if the glass be suspended by a thread it will make no difference, and the thread will not even vibrate. In the Arctic regions, when the thermometer is below zero, persons can converse more than a mile distant. Dr. Jam tenon asserts that he heard every word of a sermon at tho distance of two miles. A mother has been distinctly heard talking to her children on a still day across a water a mile wide.

—There no source more prolific of the ailments and sickness that afllict everyday life than bilious derangements, lids hi the cause of headaches, dizziness, sickness of the stomach, oostlveness, indigestion, heartburn, bad complexion, jaundice, fevers, besides all the troubles of the liver, such as pain in the left aide and under the shoulder-blade, inflammation, etc., etc. "Lane's Cordial" is a sovereign remedy tor every form of bullous trouble.

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