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A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

CRADLE SONG.

i' Roekaby, lullaby, bee* In the clover!— jCroonlng mo drowsily, ciying ho low— jtockaby, lullaby, dear little rover I

Down into wonderland— Down to the underland-^ Go, oh go! Down Into wonderland go! *, $}r

Rockaby, lallaby, rain on the Clover! Tears on the eyeiida that waver and weep! Kockaby, lallaby—bending it over!

I)own on the mother world, Down on the other world! Bleep, oh sleep 1 Donrn on the mother world sleep!

Rockaby. lullaby, dew on the elovcr! TXkw on the eyes that will sparkle at dawn! Ilockuby, lallaby, deii r? (tie rover I

Into thestilly woi Into the Illy world, Oonr, oh Rone!

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BY MABY 8. C. WYCTH.

CHAPTER I.

HOW HARD TIMES CAMS TO QIKNIYOOD BANKS. The tic introduced Hard Times to a Ihousaiu! tomes in the grand old city of the southwest within whose extended suburbs Glen wood Banks are situated but even the panic could not make worse the adverse cireuimtanc that already had settled about lite beautiful and "honorable old homestead wherein three generations of the Glen woods had baen born and reared. «, The happy time had been when Glenwood Banks, comprising in its domain a hundred acres of heavily wooded knolls, sweeping proudly up from the river to the high -it summit of land to be found lbr nines, had been, but the center of a large and highly cultivated firm, upon whose fertile acres a seoro of negro slaves toiled cheerily enough, under

Kind and honored masters, ana from the proceeds of whose wisely-guided labors an amplo revenue was derived.

The emancipation proclamation had emptied the picturesque white cabins that dotted the further slops of Glenwood limits, and other "chances of war" had shorn the magnificent domain ol many of its aeres long before the date at which our story begins. For our story of Hard Times is a story of to-day. And in the years 'twixt then and now the city crept and kept creeping aloser to the borders of Olenwood Banks farm, and made its aggressions felt by including the greater portion of the farm within the corporate limits until at last that mighty reducer of acres to lots, the tax assessor, conquered. Glenwood Banks was subdivided and laid out in city lots, which from time t» time were sold, until at the time when Mr. Frederick Glenwood's family of daughters were in the first bloom of womanhood there remained to the Olenwood name only the homestead and the solitary ''block" upon which they were ream]. To be sure, the mansion was grand and the grounds were rarely beautiful, and both were furnished with appointments suitable. Two noble bays still tossed their glossy manes in the spacious stables that onee had house*! as fine a stud as the whole broad state oould produce.

Of the score of servants once belonging to the estate two Mthfui servitors yet remained—content from simple fealty to serve the old house for love.

From an outside point of view Glenwood Ban and its owners were alike enviabln yet. Beautiful for situation was thf citato elegant, refined, and attractive were the inheritors of it. And MO long air. Frederick Glenwood's income continued there was indeed no good reason why the dwellers at Glenwood Banks should not be reckoned the favored few in point of temporal prosperity as well of social position.

As long as the Income Listed there was no hurt that harmed Glenwood Bank?.. iVl

But th*c N"t ail tl naoe, though nearly *(fc The I lease from whiel Mr. Glenwood duiired hi» large rental expired wild this, el -'urve, all at nee.

It was the first ebb of fortune's tide. Then Burrington went into bankruptcy, The best jart of Mr. Glenwood's funds, outftidu ids own business was loaned to Burrington. Clone upon this second ebb the price of flour fell. Mr. Olenwood dealt in flour, He had an Immense stock on hand at the timeof the decline. He decided to bold it over until the market improved. A disastrous swept away hw warehouses and and left Mr. Gienwood a poor o. ,a for, his ifi-u: :!M» politer having expired only a fbw days iaefore the iate ef the conflagration, being hard pressed fir means he bad neglected to renew it, tnd his lees was total and irreparablr.

Tb-r.irM nod of hi- to large posasMi.iitoe ,v bis home* and its ap» BiiricnaiiciH U©.( ianfe'U uy 1 s«e*: vw rwvsrses, tviU ut' bajj^nfcd. fl ui tesoive, the qrht ««d sariiest Si.vii began ag:*• tb i• ittieof life. But tii.- tide ws«suiiat «*»:.. Everything be -M' bed M-iued to nvh herin bi band. Iv *pertty had ceased his la-

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Hard Times had it all his own way at last, when the sheriff came with an execution and ptooeeded to strip the house of its remaining furniture.

Glaring posters were stuck, upon the stone copings of the fence, on the trees of the beautiful lawn, on the very doorposts of the beautiful mansion. A glarI red flag was hung out at the window above the grand entrance hall, and stranger eyes peered and stranger feet strayed through the broad halls and into the spacious apartments, invading the privacy of every sacred nook and bore their unenvlaole part in this sad drama of Hard times—the dismantling of a home.

CHAPTER II.

HOW HARD TX3U8 WAS DRIVEN FROM Gt,KNWOOI BASKS. Mrs. Glenwood and her daughters, without doubt, somewhere in a sad seclusion had "wept their woman's tears" over this last grim victory of their enemy, Hard Times but when the latest footfall of departing stranger had died upon the ear, the last load of goods had been carried from the wide-open gates of Glenwood Banks, these brave ladies cauie forth from their seclusion, and, with resolute steps a»d cheery words, set themselves at work upon the araous task of refitting a few of the desolated rooms and of gathering again about the ingle souiewfoftt of the insignia of home. There was an accumulation of household stuir in the garret and the stablelofts, which the sheriff had deigned to reject as worthless.

From this treasure-heap of worthlessness—the reiuse of three generations of Glenwosds— the present family must uow select its house fumishiugs.

The old, curiously-carved high-post bedsteads, capacious chests of drawers, heavilv-corniced wardrobes, round tables, of ancient styles nil, but of rare, rich, dark mahogany, that took a polish like a jasper stone—these were brought forth from their resting places and in the lumber-rooms and made to supply the vacant places *f more modem though somewhat less substantial articles.

Mistress and misses united their energies with those of Aunt Kuby and Uncle Si in lifting, rubbing, anil arritugiug th relics of ancient days," as Rae laughingly called the asarrett's stored resources. Two davs of concerted hard wrork wrought a wonderful change in the appearance of things. Apartments which by no effort of contrivance could by any possibility be ftiruished were swept ana locked up the common ittdgment that a few comfortably fitted rooms were preferable to many but scantily furnished. Needs, not wants, were considered. And it was surprising how much grace and beauty was found yet lingering in the old rolls of tapestry and Axminster and in the faded damask of the drapery of older days. After all, comfort ana happiness aire only comparative.

When the last touch was added and that portion ot the mansion that had been selected for the adytse of the oldnew lares and penates had been finally surveyed and scrutinised by the fan metamorphosers, and had been christened "home" and pronounced "very good considering," then it was that Miss Gerty Glenwood, throwing herself into an antique arm-chair aud twirling her fdhther-duster in her gloved fingers, heaved a great sigh, and said: "And now, if we four girls were only boys, what might wo not do, having once again a home for a starting-point? What a pity that we are girls, in this tussle with Hard Times."

Are you meaning to be personal?" yawned Miss Glenwood, from a highosckcd sola,

Certainly. Can't you see that, if you, May, were a promising vonng lawyer oi doctor or even Indian chief, as the button rhyme has it, how aptly you could come now to the rescue of poor papa?" "With promisesT' asked her sister drilv.

And, tired and "blue*' as they all wen they could but laugh at the poor dependence suggested by the idea of a men promising young man in the present emergency.

But Mabel's smile soon faded into a strange gravity. Something In Gerty's words stirred in her heart a new and deep emotion. Over and over in her mind she turned the question: "Wha might we not do to help papa, if we wort" boys?" And by and by the question coined to lose its proper shape, and take instead the form: "What can we do to help m, being what we are?"

And Rae, looking up from the patch she had but lateQr finished setting in the cover of a divan, added fuel to the fire already burning in Mabel's musing brain by asking, abruptly: "Pray, why don't yoa graduated young ladles go to work teaching? Poor folks shouldn't be proud. The worst Is over I'm sure. The what-dye-o&U-lt—that creek that CteNtr or somebody, put hi* foot into -is pawed. Everybody know* our house has

Cone down de hill.'

foil girts might eel to work and haul it up again. If you only would. Who fcnbwsf"

I til ink they wore all startled at this speech of little Iiae's. But no one answered it, and the young girl continued

There are teachers' bureaus and Bgenctai and tbtaga in plenty. All you have to do is to write to them all and, white you're Waiting for your answer apply to the board of public schools for situations right here at borne, and go to work and study up your rudiments— fractions, and dates, and mountains, aud cum, and preterit definite*, and things—everything you've forgotten about, so as to be able to pass your examination."

You seem to have given the matter fnsfure consideration,'' said her elder r, a tiiae ironically. if KVftr thought of it till this instant," responded Rae. "Force of drxmmstan «t however." And the little maiden ***, an expressive look around her,

Mabel Mgbed, and arwee and left the room. She was soon followed by Gerty, who Mnod her in tbe bedroom which hadagre-'S tooeeepy together. tVbat m'-n-r they couldn't carry off the stationary wsaSjsuuidV lsugtted Gerty, turning on tbo *. wtWli go when tl turn comes, «!.»* wltb t3» htose, I fii*»e," replied Mabel, gloomily. "Rh* i* rigbt. We are going down* hill rapidly. We shall soon reach tbe bottom, and then—"

Gerty did net reply st onee. When •bedid, she spokeaomewtet pettishly: I never knew sny on© to be so utk»renfttrtunate aa pal*. Hehae done ..UJ but %tm and kee for tbe last um, I do believe. At tbisrate.tbe of t^s whole life beetmilng a

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Mabel Glenwood!" This from May, with hands alift, like tw6 exclamation points.

Lots of our set liave their dresses made at Mann & Lumly's. You'll be in a way to get 'a-inany snubbing,'" said Rae, sipping her coffee.

I suppose yes," replied Mabel, "I shall become thereby better acquainted with human nature. No amount of snubbing, however, can affect my ladyhood. That did. not come and I trust will not go with papa's money."

Mr. Glenwood, who had not spoken during tho meal, now arose from the table and went around to Mabel's seat and bent over her and kissed her. Then without a word he quitted the room.

A week later and Gerty had found her work. Through the agency of a teachers' bureau, she was directed to a position in a seminary near home—so near that her Sundays could be spent with her own family. Little Rae, too, who was a brilliant performer on the piano, secured three pupils in music, whose iessons she gave after school hours. And thus in less than six weeks from the dark day of tho sheriffs sale at Glenwood Banks, bv the joint efforts of these three, the family were mc.de richer by a monthly income of ninety dollars. Nor

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this the only result of these brave elpers' efforts to lighten their father's ueavy burden. When one of Mr. Glenwood's heaviest creditors heard of the .iction of these young ladles, he vowed that Glenwood should have an extension of six months on his paper held by id m. "For," said he, "grit like this displayed by those girls is bound to succoed and ought to bo encouraged. Glenwood'll come out all right yet, and I'll give him a lift or be tormented."

After a time May found her work also. She had no special faculty for either teaching or sewing. She could manage a household, though and she did that. Sho took boarders and made money

Labor conquers all things. And by tbe united labors of the family at Glenweod banks tho debts are becoming smaller month by month, and comforts are gathering again in the old home, from which already honest work has driven away hard times.

ANew Delilah.

How they ever camo to be engaged was the one thing that puzzled half the young people in tho society. It was whispered that they would soon be married. Some of the old ladies who sat In tbe gallery, where they had afinechnnee to see all that passed In the choir, though differently. Some of the young altos thought they knew all about it. She was playing a desperate game, -and would break or win. The people ot St. Marks watched the fight with becoming interest, and looked over tbe top of their

in# out of the church, with a low talk and gossip, from the organ loft which icd llk

seemed like tbe soft gurgle of escaping water. Little heed did lie pay to It.. He took the theme of the last hymn, aud began to Improvise upon it. It was a lofty church, and a noble organ, his lingers it seemed to sing a *.telt song of praise and prayer. The deep, tremulous thunder of'the diapasons seemed to breathe of awesome rev^ren*vand the liquid tones of the flutes lifted the sou! to serener heights of Holy meditation and peace. The idle chatter of the people was subdued In the atmosphere of art and beauty he spread about them. The saints in the glowing windows seemed to look down upon'the dim aisles as if they too beard the muste and IWt its uplifting charm.

The murmur of voices In the church died away. A tew lingered In silence to bear tbe music, and a deep calm seemed to fall on the place. Through it all ran the goluen thread of the music,

was lifted, that be might heboid the golden pipes above Mm. Hlstingoro wamlomi on over the yellow keys, and bis whole being seemed to be absorbwl in Ms work. lie knew not that she stood near him, and with a petulant frown on ber lair fitce. Young, more than pretty, finely formed, with large blue eyes and light golden hair. It bung in tangled round ber low forehead, and Jell neirieeted clouds about ber shoulders, was ber great charm. She knew It And treated It accordingly. Her dress was of the best material, and In tbe fashion. What it amy have been matters not. It was bflcmniug, and knew it, She bad di eseeil with

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weeks later than the date of the sale, site surprised the family around the breakfast table by her simple announcement "I have got a situation as trimmer in the dress-making department of Mann A Lumley. I am to work ten hours a day and to receive twelve and a half dollars a week. I begin on next Monday morning. Can 1 have my breakfast at six o'clock,*Mammat*1

Are you in earnest, dear?" from the mother, with quivering lips. Never more so never half so mach, I think. You will not be ashamed of ine, mamma, dear?"

My dear, brave darling," was all the mother said but the tears were in her eyes as she smiled a fond, proud mother smile.

How came you?" asked Rae. "Teachins pays better, and is rather more—the thing, you know."

Yes," said Mabel, quietly, "I know. But I hate tbe bare idea of teaching. I like to sew and trim and fuss up little prettinesses, and I don't seethe merit in selecting for your work the thing you most cordially abhor, so long as a choice is open to you. If I consider my sensibilities as capital, the difference in the pay amounts to nothing." "How did you manage it?" asked Gerty. 1 first tried the old-fashioned, ortho dox way of 'looking for a place,'" laugh ed Mabel "and with the usual result, suppose. Then, In my desperation, boluly presented myself to Mr. Mann and with the conscious dignity anc 'blood or all the Glen woods' desired permission to go into the dressmaking department and personally to demonstrate to the forewoman my abilities. Promised to pay for any damage I might do to any fabric whatever. lie escorted me to the lady in question and introduced me and my errand to her. She asked me what I would like to do and I requested her to give me the fussiest and most difficult piece of trimming that she happened to have on hand. And 1 truly think she complied. For she gave tne an overskirt of that slimsy, slamsiest of stuff, Canton crepeblank' at that—to bo trimmed in the ab surdest manner, with shells and leaves wrought* tip of heavy English crepe. She pointedly informed me that the Canton crepe cost five dollars a yard and the English nine. Well, I worked five hours on that skirt, and tbe result of my labor was—my engagement. God willing, next Saturday night, I'll bring you my woek's wages."

""if »MKt sarpriwngthat h" loved her. a.- "tarn i»t«l fnt,amUnor-{ j. 'fhUt „j*t h« did nOt I i* •, .. j|« ii i!.!, and be tmrriei}.' Whop

loved him a little, and herself neb. He was the organist of the fashionable church ef the city, and as such was much admired and sought after. She enjoyed the sunshine of bis popularity, but hated his work. It seemed to draw him from herself, and it interfered with her plans and hopes for the future.

Even now it took his whole attention. He did not heed her, though she stood by bis side. There was no need to stay longer. The people, save a few stupid old ladies, had gone. Why did be not stop and speak to her? She touched bis arm witb a parasol. With a smile, he brought the strain to a proper close, and stopped. "You are very slow to-day. Why didn't you stop when I touched you

Indeed I did as quickly as I oould finish the phrase. You wouldn't have me stop in the middle of a sentence T"

I've been waiting. And it's time to go home." Her speech and manner seemed to [rate harshly upon him. Had she no ove for tbe mutue? "Why did you play so long to-day? It was dreadfully tiresome."

He made no reply, but closed the Instrument in silence, while she impatiently tapped on the back of a seat with ber parasol. "You knew I wasinahurry to go home."

My dear! how could I—" She saw in a moment that she was going too far, and with a gentle sinuous motion took his arm in ners, and drew him to her with a soft caress. Ho smiled and yielded himself to the charm of her beauty and apparent affection. They walked away in silence. His thoughts returned to his art and the church. Sho was scheming how to make the next assault,

It so happened that they did not meet again for several days. On the Friday of each week he sjjent the evening at the church in practice and alone. On Saturdays tho choir met, and he was too busy attending to their wants to do justice to his own.

Absorbed in his muslohe went on by hour, little heeding anything save the work in hand. Tho dim, silent church behind him was quite unnoticed, and he turned leaf after leaf, forgetful of both time and place. There was a soft step on the carpeted stairs, and alight figure in charming apparel and lovely looks came In and stood near by in silence. Presently he stopped, and wiping his forehead, said aloud:

It is glorious." She felt a pang ot conscience jealousy in her heart, and silently advancing into the organ loft, she stooa near him. He discovered her at the moment, and without rising extended his hand and welcomed her with a smile.

I happened to pass and tried the door. 1 found it unlocked—" And you came in. How kind of you, dear."

Yes, I came in because—I want to see yon—and to talk to you." *He made room for her on tho broad, smooth bench, and grasping one of the stops for support, she mounted the high seat and sat down. What a perfect picture she made, under the top-light, and with the dark, carved organ for a background. She turned partly round and supported herself against the stops. Her splendid hair half-obscurcd the musicbook, while one hand toyed with the white keys, she drew a soft stop on the other side, and suddenly the keys discoursed broken, discordant music beneath her jeweled fingers.

He pushed the stop in hastily, and the keys were silent. Don't! I wanted to play." "Oh! you do care for music—just a little."

He drew another stop and her fingers brought out rough bolts of noisy thunder.

How provoking in you. That isn't pretty. Give me something else." He drew another stop and the sounds flowed in liquid bird-notes.

Pretty—but trifling—like most music." Not all

Nearly all Then she paused for a moment, and straightening up, sat close beside him, and gently drew her arm about his shoulder. Then she said, abruptly:

My love, do me a favor." With all my heart." Will you, really and truly "Name it."

Give up the organ." What do you mean "Give up the plaoe. Don't plajrany more." "Why not?"

Because I want you to. Iiecause— because It is better to go Into business— just as other men do—and make a fortune— perhaps."

My love is ambitious." "Yes, very." "You are very frank?" he said, with a tinge of bitterness in bis voice.

Whv shouldn't I be It's not for myself that I care, I'm ambitious, for you."'

The lamp above them shone full on her fhir face. Her airy, floating hair almost swept his cheek, and sho suffered him to support her with his arm. She was indeed winsome and very lovely. The organ pipes were cold and glistening like frost. The church seemed dark and chilly. She alone, so near him, seemed to'express hope and joy, love— everything.

It w»s a sore trial. So young and so fair. She must be true. Perhaps she was wise. He would hear ber.

You see, my love, being on organist leads to nothing. If you gave it up, you could give your whole time to business, and perhaps get on—and—well—1 think it would be so much better every way."

Yes. It would be again in time, but you forget that I have not been very successful in business. I have not the business faculty. My edueation naturally leads me to something different." «I know it, bat you cannot make any money."

I am not so sure. My pupils increase every day, and the pay is excellent." "Oh, yes! but who wants to be a music teacher V* "I do." «I know it, and I wish yon didnV

My love! we are coming to a disa^ou^you won't do anything to gratify me."

Anything in reason, my dear -•Oh! if I'm unreasonable, I've notb-

'"Iheslfd^fft^e seat and stood erect on tbe floer behind him. lie turned round and fcced her with open-eyed surprise.

My dear I you know I love yoe." am not sure* You will not give n«e what I a»k."

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Then you do not love me." I love you too well to gratify yonr wish. It would be a serious mistake. I can not change the whole manner of my life

Not even to please tmf* You are not generous." Without a word she turned away as if tn go down stairs into* the church. Hiit a an ha to turned off the gas, and prepared to eloiw th- onr«" Tbe dark church seemed I'hrkefi ui» Gijpaafcle sbadoi^ Mr«d, wv,*r tbe w*U«. Ilia hands and

spite of himself bis eyes grew misty anddim. She was perfectly familiar with the place, and boldly went down tbe dark stain alone, with anger in her heart and bitter team in her eyes. She was thankful that the darkness would hide them.

He followed ber down stairs, and not finding her in the church went into the vestibule. She was not there. She must have gone out, .Annoyed and much disturbed that be could not find her, he walked en hastily toward home. She bad not been there, and be hastily walked around the next square to her father's boose. To bis surprise there was only one window lightea, and that was the drawing-room window. He rang tbe bell, and a frightened servant put out her bead and asked who was there. Was her young mistress not at home? No she had not returned.

He returned to the church. A watchman, as was his duty, had tried the door, and was just coming down tbe steps. Had he seen any young lady about? No young ladies were never out alone so late. lie must go into the church to look tor her. No the watchman would not allow it. In vain he protested that he was the organist, and had a key. After some parley over it, the watchman consented, hut said be should wait outside. Begging a match, ho entered the church, found his candle, and with trembling steps went up stars. Holding the candle over his head he looked everywhere, and called her name again and again. Not a sound in reply, save the echo of his own voice. In despair be walked up the broad aisle. Nothing there. He went around to the side aisle, and nearly cried out In terror. She lay at full length upon the floor. "The glare of the flickering candle fell upon h^r pale face, aud with a cry of anguish he knelt by her side and felt her pulse.

Thank God! She was not dead. Setting the candle in a pew, he took her gently in his arms, and carrying her to the chancel, laid her down on the step. A pew cushion made her more comfortable, and witb his handkerchief he brought water from tho baptismal font and bathed her forehead, she sighed a little, and he hastily procured the candle and lighted one of the chancel lamps. He would call the watchman and send for the carriage and help. As he started to go she opened her eyee, recognized him, smiled feebly, and then closed them as if in pain. "What is it, love? Are you hurt? Where?" "A sprain—my foot. I beard you coming on the stairs and I hid myself, but I must have fainted. Take off—"

Ah, yes—the shoe." She put her baud over her mouth as he unfastened her gaiter. The foot was swollen, and she cried out in spite of herself with pain.

Wo must get you home at once. I will cull a carriage." No—no—It will be better soon. Bathe it, please, dear."

He drew off her stocking and prepared to bathe her injured foot. His touch was like a woman's. Tho water from the cold marble fount seemed to relieve her. She sat up and leaned against tbe chancel rail and watched him in silence. Presently she said

How strong you are, and so kind. What should lhave done if you had not returned I recovered once in the dark, before you came. At first I thought I was dead—then—the pain reminded rae, and then—that is all I remember. Strange, was it not, that we should have had such a dreadful quarrel I was very angry when I came down stairs, and I did not mind my steps."

We have had no quarrel. It takes two, vou know." Oh! then you mean to give it up? Ob! I'm so glad." "Give up what?"

The organ." 1 did not say so." Oh! my love, you did." Not knowingly." Here a charp twinge of pain caused ber to catch her breath with a little cry and a start. "What is it?"

My fool—I think you are right—I must get home." Yes there is a watchman just outside. I will bid him call a carriage."

He ran breathless through the aisle, and in a moment returned, radient. It would be here in a moment. Let him wrap his coat about her foot and carry her out. She suffered him to wrap her up, and then he took her up as if she had been a child..

Wait—wait iust a moment. Sit down a moment. It has not come. Let me rest—so—in your arms."

How long the carriage delayed! They sat thus on the chancel steps for several moments, and then she said:

Oh 11'm so glad you mean to give up the organ. There's no money in it, you know.''

Why do you speak of it You know I can not. Ask some other favor, but not that,"

She made a movement as if to escape from liis arms. He restrained her not, and she tried to stand up. Tbe pain in her foot was too severe, and she sat down, white with anguish.

You do not love me—it is no matter. Whv has not the carriage come?" it will l»e here presently. Then you can go home.*'

For a few moments she turned away her head and was silent. Then she said, in a constrained voice:

You will come and see mo. sometimes—and perhaps be my friend—I shall miss—Hark! Is that the carriage?"

No."

Then there was along pause. Neither spoke, and they oould hear nothing save tne dreary ticking of the clock In the gallery. She bowed ber bead upon her bands, and be sat up alert and listening, but with a„ dreadful war in his heart. Was she so selfish

Was she really In earnest? Were they to thus part, and in such a place, at such an hour? Thank Heaven! for a moment at least be would told her close, and then—

A conclusive sob startled him. He Mat down beside her, and took ber band in his.

Dearest! None can see us save G«d. We arc alone in this temple. In his name I ask you to forgive me, but I can not overturn my whole lilfe to please you. If we must part on this—it must be so, and God give me strength to bear It. I see that your heart Is fixed on something elm Jjet us part In peace— If it must be."

She replied nothing for a moment, and then said, slowly: You have the strength of a Samson. Your will is like Iron."

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I suppose, to carry out tbe

analogy, you think me now a Delilah." Frankly, yea You seek to bring me to tbe Philistinism of mere wealth and fashion. It Is upon these things your heart is placed."

You are cruel." Say, rather, truthfbl." It hurts, for all that." "•Oh, my love! my love! how can I wound vou? 1 mean no 111, but only the truth, Be strong and see things as they Are."

He her cent Iv to bim„ am! In minfe...] i^ame,* leve and gratitude she

laid her aching head upon his breast and said: My Samson! Thou bast conquered me." "ThankGod! Hark! The carriage!" "Stay! One moment! Forgive me— and kiss urn. love Is greater tbangfmoney!" fe

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Saturday Evening

MAIL,

FOR THE YEAR 1874-5. A MODEL WEEKLY PAPER

FOR THE HOME. TERMS:

One year, (with cbromo) t2 60 Six month*, (without ebrerao) tl 00 Three mouth?', (witkout cbromo) .66 eta.

Mail and office subscriptions will, invariably, be discontinued at expiration of time paid for.

Encouraged by the extraordinary success which has attended the publication of THE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL, Republisher has perfected arrangements by which it will henceforth be one of the most popular papers In the West.

THE CHOICE OF

Two Beautiful Chromos

Presented to each yearly subscriber, from and after this date. These beautiful pictures just from the hands of the French ehromo artists, are faithful coplesof oil paintings by the artist W. H. Baker, of Brooklyn. One, entitled

"Cherry Time"

Represent* a bright faced boy, coming from the orchard, bountifully laden with the redripe fruit. The other, entitled

"Lily of the Field"

Is a beautiful little girl, witb ene of the sweetest of faces, gathering lilies in the Held. One Is a wood scene, the other has an open meadow In the back ground. They are of striking beauty.

For one dollar extra (IS.Od in all,) we will send The Mall one year and both chromos mounted ready for framing. These pictures are catalogued aud sold la the art stores at FOUR DOLLARS EACH.

^FRAMES.

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We have made arrangements with an extensive manufactory of frames by which wo can furnish for Ona Dollar a frame usually sold for 81.60 and $1.75. These frames are of the best polished walnut and gilt. Hereisthe

BILL OF PRICES.

The Mall one year and choice of Chromo to Thi Mail one year and Bsth Chromos mounted.- 8 00 The Mail one year and Both Chromos

FRAMED...— 5 00

THE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL Is an Independent Weekly Newspaper, elegantly printed on eight pagas of book paper, and alms to be, in every sense, a Family Paper. With this aim In view, nothing will appear in its columns that cannot be read aloud in the most refined fireside circle.

CLUBBING WITH OTHER PERIODICALS. We are enabled to offer extraordinary inducements In the way of clubbing with other periodicals. We will furnish TI1E SATURDAY EVENING MAIL, PRICE 82.00 PER YEAR, and either of the above Chromos with any of the periodicals enumerated below at greatly reduced rates. These periodicals will be sent direct from tho offices of publication. Here is the list:

SEMI-WEEKLY.

Sevni~ Weekly Xirw York Tribune, priee 53.00, The Mall and Chromo_.„„..—.... $4 59

WEEKLY PAPERS.

Indiernapotis Journal, price f&OO, The Mail and Chrwino 13 50 Indianapolis Sentinel, price 32.00, The

Mail and Chromu... 3 50 2V. 1*. Tribune, price $2.00, The JJe.ll and Chromo„ 8 50' Toledo Jilade, price 12.00, The Mall and

Chromo 3 50 J\r. Y. Sun, The Mail and (/linsmo. ..— 3 00 prairie Farmer, price $2.00, The Hall and Chromo ...» 8 SO WnHrrn Rural, price ISL50, The Mall and

Chromo 8 50 Chicago Advance, price C&00, The Mall andChromo....„ 4 50 Chicago Interim-, price $2^0, Tbe Mall and Chromo 4 00 Chicago Inter-Ocean, price 81.50, The

Mail and Chromo— 8 25 ApplcUm'* Journal, price t4.90, The Mall and Cbromo 5 00 Rural New Yorker, price $3.00, The Mai 1 and Chromo iv i'.' Hearth and Home, priee $3.00, The Mali and Chromo 50 MethaAUt, price 82U50, The Mall and

Chromo. 8o0 Harper'« Weekly, price W.00, The Mail and Chromo i- -.-: 50 Harper's Bnmr, price $1.00, The Mall and Chromo 5 5» Frank LesUea Illustrated Wewtpaper, price 84.00, Tbe Mail and Chromo 5 00 Leslies Chimney Corner, price $4.00, The

Mall and Chremo 6 00 Boys' dirt*' Weekty, price 52.50, tho Mail and Chromo. 8

MONTHLIES.

4rtAwr'« Home Magazine, price 12.50, The Mail and Chromo., W 00 Peterson's Magazine, price 52,00, The

Mail and Chromo...... ............8 50

The

uaie orni ntiM«,«hw.»•«. ••»•»»»«•»«•»*•••.»•• 3 w... Scrttmer's hlordhly, price *4.00, The Mall and Chromo.

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Atlantic MimtfUy, price *4,00, Tbe Mail v* and Chmmo 5 00 OUt and New, price #4.00, The Mall and

Chromo,..M~~.,.w...»...™.. .....i.......«. Otw Overland Monthly, price W.00, The I jJI and Chromo. 6 09 Harper's MagmAne, price 5 !.

The Mall

nmiCbromo.... 5 St Gardener** Monthly, priced#, The Mall and Chromo....Tl 3 5S Young Fotk* Muml, The Mail and Chro- s&"i. mo"„ S "j The ykrsery, priee flM, The Mall and

Chromo. 8 St. Xicholas, price *&<», The Mall and Chromo...........-...."—- 4*ss%fe

All the premiums offered by the above pub licatlons are included in this clubbing arrangement. CLUBBING WITH COUNTY PAPERS.

We have made arrangement* to furnish THE MAIL, with Chromo, and any one of the Newspapers in the neighborhood of Terre Haute all for $&50.

JUST LOOK AT IT!

The Mall, prtcc »Jg Yonr County paper, price..— The Chromo, worths.—*

Total—

All th«f»for 83.50

IB Ot

Addnw Pi i. HEIf FAIA, £nbli*ber Saturday Evening Mall, TERRE HAUTE, 1ND.