Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 5, Number 21, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 21 November 1874 — Page 6

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I »m old for my t«M«T I am Just lOxtyfear* -••. But home years are long as a lifetime—nay, Ten?lfot^»«»lui*e passed'slnsi—but never mind that. Here^Jke ^faring A chair—take the gentteAinl, Busie nu qaiekly sad A nice* Sip of 4iter froth gftibdpa* cold spring 1 Yea, ii^ndci4Jftr^ thiwlli* Thi-y wS^A we have left how, fo«*»n oar four *oo* Are ^di^^JamfS and, K»rr^ and brave Who, worn out with marching, dropped WimhtoJ|um At$k|iA«fc| a rofciia oy» «*r, Or h'lH0mofher, frh6 nevifcTi as^milld since hodled.

By the old Rappahannock our eldest son 'fell— Tli w«re shwvfcfgf, pmm MtomfrJuAf WfcBat^fip}' ^charged in their tags, *nd liwe mown downlike grass, IWl Artm the Sws« momsa. Have you ever l».«cn hungry, air, day after You Tn'ii tfnaw how ft takes aiuan's spirit awu.j. But they charged in their rag*! They rtwhcd with a cheer Qii lie enemy's ranks as they slowly drew

Tl« ^hlno-coated Yankees, well clothed and Wbo.wondering, looked atour poor, fomisheadead, When the straggle so hopeless, BO wt»khtoded o'er, Gaunt, tOioeleas, and tagged, they la on the shore. .- Into the Wilderness, Harry 1104 James-Th-y never came out. we saw their two names Reported its "mlwing" and Harry's young JuJ^fned away—pined sway-out of this Th -ii we rode t» Join Leo, old horse Dobbin An his four boys bad died, so the father could die! The tiitn 'rank* were swelled by old men jfffty tislfj And boy* under ago—those last days of deHa niralned (torn this South every man,and AndhtbeSSd4Wfpe unplonghedsave by worq#r£a weak arms. Ho **w« marched en oar rag-covered, frowm, old feet! ... Flow" the poor lads paraded, with nothing to *aU. I don't know what msl^i m* run on In this Th««* -the shoe is quite feat, slr-I hid you A,S8&8"«* thank you. That road to F^^r^Sd you say? Was I in that I vf: and this bony tiand fired the lartgan Of oar last haggard rally ere victory was won By Sberidiut^ SMB. fall of beef and hardW» 1 mileaof fa* wagon brains Bate at tie W li 1 ragged Confederate tightened his Ho hotdia tha sicken tag hanger hefelt. Thviiseeme Appeewttooti be enxiwt was Ti»o ldng stm«^e ov«o?^-yoa Tankeeebad w«m And Is not peace better? yon ask. Can I My 1 uM«rt*»*ftrs away where my four strong btij f. 11. T.» Uu'. |ue«tlon I nearer was good— ir. ua Went out, and w« all understood \w ihmA^so arith mr Stave—and oan* To iu'1min?huSkt my four boys have tiled

P.t?»»P« yon aim right—yoa talk tike a Vta'&jfy 1 mi out, and so I w't lxk Awn- s.. to-principtaa all «w* do Is ]. oiU5'»l*!' that hill-side and set a To u.oae ebtldreai but sometimes a' l:y'2?A** III ObiiliUli tfw tor off

Ob! pmrt* w» old Charteston, down tlwre Anu were thoee days toot thej"'re

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1 --ml undteittaaAs»* 6e« W *^ay. f' «*.,* •.. B'« iv- When, at last, m,r 'oar boys will To C^I thftr old totlvet, i»d carry Mm T»» born- wants a are ItS« jii: Tirown,y of this district" (Kb,

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Clover Charm.

BY UkVtU 3AMWHBSI VXKIX. t#F

Hlrt.lnCallf»r«K U»© da^of Mirph «.- ,Umr»t like summer days in Now Kivi iiid. no warm is the ran, «o bright itr.. w.- "kiea, go foil of blossoms are the tr^ so wvered with flown# hiih: 1' wind blows over tbem,satche» Ih ir uraiH», and waftaitdown to a*. Wo giis! co up on the bins, the children a*rj :iwl om aodIh»d nopwwe till

—air eake alon«. *»d h»v# a Kivs and we pack the

,-J, •..•'s wnti.'ipood rockato«at a jsicni a-i ,A U.-V..iid the flame," aaaln *ay« ,-r oit rina t« eaitv thebuStet and I vi 4 *-iv. thouA I to Is a good boy, i»*! !. would ratl«r cmrry al»aket of in a a W ik. voul »v»any clover growing In Ctu mk* i?$w»» we b«gm to

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^•'uh, I 1 !hofirisaiaebool a-Ulk-jb,. It,i..i.rt «*re if I feMMtttl *«m)i Mt-boa» «p over Uw went under woold

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iiowere, that l*ok like dpw-dren bloasoms." Ill \H L,T How did you learn all their names?" aakea IW».

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We named some of 'em ourselves— us and mamma. Now you see this red one look®, some like U*e cockade on Cousm Alex's «5ap, so of eoumo «d it red-cockade." ,«• Why not call it prince's teatUer

Oh, don't you know This is jnst as diflferent from prince's feather as can be By and by we'll find pwnty prince's feathers, then you'll see it isn't quite time for 'em yet—yes it is, too, there is one right op there," "So it is, if I dont say 1" chuckled Joey, and both of tho boys started after it as fast as they oould go, Neddie capturing it and coming baok in triumph.

This is more like the prince's feather of our gardens, only not so pretty," said Flora, as she examined it,

We used to find oceans of 'em, but now there are so many cattle—and I lust do believe they like to eat up all tho prettiest flowers," sighed Joev.

Herd is some clover if you want it, Flora." Well, well I are those little yellow dots all the bloesonis it has?"

All the wild clover has." "1 don't think I could find a four-leaf here."

M3S'o,

I think not? but'Mil I don't

know but you might I remember it was seldom I could ever find one even at bomV "1 weuldn's ftiss to hunt," said Ned.

You can have the wish-bone, Flora, and that will do Just as well, you know." "I dont want anything to put over the door I just want to examine the clover," asserted Flo, energetically.

Come on, then, 'cause there's some jspleadid rocks on the next hill, and an oak treej if the aun is too warm, we can sit 111 its shade." "What are those little cabins for, tip here among the hills?" *4Miners' cabins} there are their claims and all those heaps of stone "have been dug from tbem, with a very little gold, I suspect, for I have never heard of any wonderftally rich mine about here.. Do you see where the tailings have been washed down? Over in that direction have hoard that the mines w^rfl 'fair' In early times, so that the whole hill has beest turned wrong side o»t. Would rem Ilk© to gtf over and Took at its ru"

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promised, which I related as follows: Mattie Foster and Martie Channlng wera pleasant, merry girls and almost always together, where on* want, the other went, and as they we*© both named Martha, we called them Martle and Mattie, to asto have a alightdiBtinction. The two Marthas and I had become very trooti friends during the first month of my aehool, and they often came over to the little brown school-bouse and coaxed me away wilh them for a ramble as soett as school was dismissed. Being them one Friday afternoon when I was

mHeft away tn the »«*4 tow% and though I did not mind walking that dlstcneronce a week for the sake of having the Sabbath seam the beat of all dS*,7**I w«* Wnr» ®oold hjt unless 1 awoke in my o\rn rathef'a ftonke,) still it waa pleasant to have company, if only

#ti4 thiwfll sbprteBf tfet Waf to {BURCORRTLKTS^D^IFFG fHeanant/'

Pans under, aad lov* ftnwennora.* There! isn't my rhyme as good and sensible as

Hrere! isn my rhyme as good and ible as yonrn, Martie?" thlnk then l«not modi to ehowe een tbem tar as wrute 1# mrern-

between .w». ed Bnt Itaven'l yon found a four-loafed

and totbth« va«ds «re eiea^ae we are t«ff likely to »sf bat Kite bm along

•"Just my age. Well, what happened? whenlWj tboinwho^ met flcst. But bejjan sldGling t)o t«l 1 all Mtwmt tt I supposed the clover-leaf charm was Ga» yow aba«l wm* ttimk i«O^S StellairtOCT 'tool wbano«wi bcokenTand so my mind w«a free from trap?" aaked Alb^anwgiug from the was^^ttto Kir?, »i«oipa«ons fbr the res* of the way pantiy,whMhertojwd

Arintei^ home. laughter when Eben began to Work nrt^a^ little oirl then." Beth it aw It happened thai Alberl Chan- destrnwlionon bis hat. tvJ^when?wlearns whpqlhxPine Martie'Xg brotlwT had been out "Not to-day I «wa b^golngl IMstricL amojig 0»e hllL Qf Yenuout: hunting for atraj cattle,that day, and ra er 11 heoraiy l^on't gpt baijk so «Ue

Y^love tcot lots 6f tfe^»n6wi*'iMd&^ ubttl W® «ra» «one, and Ute» l«n

^£*2sSSML "fcffVh™ ttoWftAostaWe.

We've only got blue-1^1^, Johnny- there appeared befbw her eyes tbelbrm you? ..

'"flattie looks down nd blushes rosily} 9he seems to foel the four-leafed clover (ji 'much as though it had taken root and was crowing at a Mry rate under her iftecltfiv?. Oh, yhat lf it should sUfldenly bui-at oot over tho side of her aifpper where he ofukl see it and know what she had been

up again*

itw»t)l«want tl»tn» wen,clump, of oarfTdil^no more thought to knocE trtfithctoCTd&tm tmatm^efthd feerofor admittanoe -Ihan they would ncre ana \nem »ro V"."

happy wtlllness made n# loth to leave

baSk l^t^S^,rSKl%banning unddpnly went down npon her knees to search for a fonr-leafed one

aha, "and then aee wbo we'll meet Bont you remember the old rhyme, ''•With clover In yourshoedo not teny,

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For the liwt one f*m mmt ym Win marOh, won't it be fun I" laughed Mat- ....^ tie Foster, as our fingers w*nt paddling door l« It op overT' a 41^ m«»Am 4 A«ki I# «Ma At Witi%«r wh about among tba gw#n. "And If we don meet any one, we'll nut itowsr the door aaaoon as wo get botue, aud soe wbo will 00me underlt first. *'Charm, Clover charm over tiie door,

Way to #0, and, of coume

will meet Any way, we will mort next week." ¥t» mid ew^food-tw0 ed to week our fortunes, like fc the atory of the "Olsjas V^rysoon fonr corm-rs, 1 pmmed Mr. Mow's bouse, meal then, half a tnile tortber on, came to a maple grove this was the ploaaaatosft put of

the ahris in Mountain."

SAUT3C BAOTBDA3T- Ky^TOTft

hliut fi^r^T Javisrheid lied- akaw ©na to «*«few," I tiiongbt, with the thort-l^ed Wiael. Tell your moth-

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S2n «^V' fT Hire Higkins, wtoo livad about two milea tbi^wOnthii, t*gqer thte.^

tji1»i(m.^hMgn^ii of Albert Cnanning coming toward her, I Tdld, ailawered Eben, wuf

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Cousin noit#' pjewii-,

She would

hardly wonder if it should, so supremely conscious is she that it is there, I—I thank vou, I think I can goi but mother might be going, and like to leave the hwBe Slcne.^

Well, I guess she'll let you go, any way* I'll be over to-morrow, after milking tltao, and you cap let me kno^w then." «:. -k i_ -Spl'i ..

Y«s, so can,'f Aid Mafctfe, picking her bonh^-»tryigs to pieces, iu hor coniSttloni: ,ii-

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And then he said good-bye, and passed oh, with a backward glance now and then. He had been a go*d deal confusi. ed, as well as Mfittio, for he waa ouiy nineteen and biad never asked a girl to ride with him In broad daylight before. He was still boyish in his love of fun, and oould nevfer resist a chance to tease his sister. "I dont believe sbe met any onei on her way hoiAd, end her cloverleaf is over the door by this time." thought he. "Wfctata gofdjptee it would be to get I'lbfen' Mo^s go under it," and he laughed alond at thQ bare idea for &2ben Moea was a mo&t Ordinarylooking youth perhaps, you never saw a more ugly countenance. He had very light yelW hair, very light, expressionless eyes, aad veiy, very large teeth—ao large that he eotrid Hot kwp nis Hps closed over them without am effort, and when helatighed, O! Wd41v\^s thought of as a

For all 'bis ^dculllBh*u{(tej TO: dardd to adniire Martie Channing, and once he dreamed that he was gomg to marry her, and as he never heard that dreams always go by contKM!i«r "^e tbotight a great deal of that

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dower bome.^vlth tue aud 111

show you ho\y to make abetter trap." fhis is a good trap, only it dont spring quite/quiclc enough, or else it spring* W Ifttio too quick I d' kno^ which."

How de do, Albert?"B»id Mrs. Moss, coming down to the stoop-door. "Do yOn think yeur ma has got a wheei-hoad she'd lend me?" 1 don't know, but I think likely."

Wal, Kben, you go down and see, and if she has got one to spare, tell her I shall bo much obliged mine's bewitchod, Jt don't.work worth nothing*"

Am Ebon started w^th bim, Albeit thought ttmt everything was working around right, and that h# sijonid manago to get Hben to widk through both doore without ,*ny trouble} f»r he did not know whether Martie would putthe clover over the side or back door. A# for putting it over the frontdoor, It never entered his head that she would do that. And here I ought to explain that people In lie pine neighborhood never uaea their front doors they seemed to be sa&txi portals, aodn#ighbors voting

Presantiy itAn\» caaia tMok

I ^m glad I nappened to meet you, for

I wanted to ask you if you would go ttipf Fourth of July celebration with

was so

fooli^t aq to tell of i^ and, It oomlng tq iW* uaach iveieC to am -of. his aspirations, especially as

to teiia© her abopt it,

Now us Albert catne near Mr. Moss's is knees in mink-trap. yon getting •long witli yourmink-traps, caught any

1LPF£it pitying his sudden hunger, tra^ruDg toidt togs ilniiii ittnOnA^ed thA hmiltiit. nf tfag tlllCk AS piSOfit^ ttlls 'inorXBJ^ drfttrtllg mme time Maiming the story bad down his upper lip, which instantly flew

|h6^ght to knoek at the Window. When E'bffli and Albert came up the suddenly flashed oyer her, for, strange drive to the aide-door, Cieorge ChAnning. «u it may seeui, the fright &he got on Martie's twelve-year-old brother lumped ftrst opening the door had driven It for'* «d duwti from t6 door-ttom and tana moment ^mlrer mind, ud ite »,d .h.„gb be^ much wasecti •»(|v1io! det be,

Pour-leafed «lover," said Eben. grinning almost from ear to ear. "Wbkfh

Don't know whether it's thl» or the baek &mt, I traa rittin' ati the rteps bore, and I heard mother askin' Mart' what she #M ttp to, and she aaid »he WM ocdn* to put a fonr-leaf over the -/.JY ^*'4

She'll »e mud if I go nndoi', won't she?" asked Eben, sheepishly, bet grinning tnoro and more. "Cant say—but long. Won't It be fun alive?** and Oeorgo turned a somerwt on the grass.

l*feavsnn patletw to gearehl^' yoq have got to aak for the wheel-

taffSid two, Uk. !%"J'8S?SL£iZZ S^S^i^rMr^wSSJ

!S15gK^% mfnSK

pi^a. as Martle turned her bright eyes

"^Sood1*afterooou, mmf miA Ma Cbanning- How tajwr. motherr* "»bi»Vpre«y-^«y-w^-b«wI it ~4f yon j3ea«»r adaramered *Sen, etwdtlns his rtn« heA iM^ween loth

Mtd that not relieving htm from

lid that wn IW»Ting rain IT

the over and

Hare

!«tJje bead, M*. Maas, be omreful wt & arop iL,, sbe sa|4, speaking though he n^fl bepn neveu years, instead of

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wiping the perspiration from his fore head, aa he started toward home*. What have you two boys been abacit?" demanded Martie, as Qe«rge put his head in at the door to see If she was angry, "You're both laughing aft though you didn't know anything."

I can't help laughing to think Eben should go under your clover so slick," tittered George. "He hasn't been under it, I thank you,," cried Martie, triumphantly. "I put it over the front door." "Pshaw! You did? What made you do that? Nobody comes in that way ever,"

All the better for that it'll be more likely to mean something if they should only don't either of you tell that it is there, or try to go any one to go in that way if you do, I never will forgive you —never," and Martie closed her lips determinedly.

We wont," said Albert, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes. /You have got the best of it this time, and we give up."

The next day Albert drove with bis mother into the village, George went fishing, and Martie was left alone. She was sewing some pink bows on the sides of her new-fashioned white apron, and building a castle from her clover-leaves at tjie same time.

It may be six months before any one will go under it," thought, she. "It is not likely that any one will ever come in that way but sometimes when we have company in the parlor folks go into the garden that way. Oh, 1 wonder—" Suddenly, rap, rap, rap came on the front door Martie almost leaped from hfer chair. "Hew foolish I am! It is George home from his fishing he has come rapping at that door just to tease me, tho rogue!" and, rushing into the 11*11, she pulled at the latch, crying out: "I know that it Is you, Master George, so don't think you have fooled ma this tjfrie, you little tease 1"

She flung open the door, and there, bowing ana trying not to smile, stood a stranger—of course ho was a strarger.-or he would never have thought of opening tho front gate and coming up that way. Oh, the confusion! What should she t(i|do?"

My name is certainly Georgo but I don't think I Could ever be guilty of 'trying to fool you in the least." -sAna the stranger's eyos twinkled so nierrily, that her feeling of fright gave place to a sense of the ridiculous situaCitm, and she did the best thing she oould dp—she laughed and Martie's Uugh was always irresistibly contagious, and so the gentleman laugned, too, but finally made known his errand, at the same time stepping through tho door into the hall, little dreaming of the Charm overhead.

I think I have missed my road," said he. "IS this the direct road to

"It leads directly there, but it is not tho stage road this is more hilly, and a little longer."

I missed the stage at C——, and so undertook to walk. I must have taken a wrong turn directly after leaving there." _t

Have,you walked so far? Then do sit down and rest," said Martie, leading the way into the parlor, where a rnelodeon stood open, and everything looked pleasant and home-like. 1 do not mind the walk at all, and a(n quite sure this road is more pleasant than the other would have boen." 1 don't know, hills are tiresome to climb."

But the beautiful view one gets at the top amply repays for the fatigue. 1 am perfectly oertaln that I am well rewarded."

And somehow as he said this Martie oedld think of nothing to say in reply, for his tone seemed to oonvey the Idea that the sight of her beautiful face was tho reward he mesnt. And then, too, the remembrance of the clover charm

$Vbo! Eben'li be the first to tto nn- of a brief smoe in aoid thoutfhis. ftti Instant 8h® covefwi l(«rtle» mux \**&a mwr, ma gualjedror

Alce w,fth h0p

Imndu, aad,

resting hor head on the cupboard shelf, whispered: "Of all things, Isnt it strange?" The twelve glass goblets, arranged In marching order, with the litUe pitcher that had great eans at their haad, probably thought thte whisper directed to them, tor they seemed to wink in a very knowing way oathe light flashed over them, and were not at all surprised when she took one of them and the pitcher away with her to the well.

Oan you toll me In what part of 'Squire Crofts lives?" Inquired the stranger as (die returned to the parlor. "This road comes Into .the village near the hotel you pass that and the drag store, and 'Squire Crofts' is the third boese on the right,"

That is a plain direction, without too

P"'Sow

foolishly I behaved sighed

Ma tit* Whon he bad gone on Ms way, and slie was alone aspiiin and then she began to think how ^Sqttiw Crofts had two pv*&y daughters, who held themselves much above Miir^e Clwnttlng. the fisrmer'a daughter', and that the

nn wo .,r7i.it «II

let him I shall not care, it can be nothing to me."

trout strung ott a stick swinging frottt tiishgnd,,./? Whatvoa looking so flecw abent^ Mart? Briars been here? Meddlers been here? Somebody has been here— doom mre all open Into tho parlor, and there is a gobbet a«d piUiher jFi^oo the parlor t^ble. That tella tbe atPry. noW it. miss?*'

Bui though he coaxed long, Martie

already 'told all tt eould, although Georgo peeved dvs* it and around it e» all aides to soe if ho oould find any other twees of the unknown visitor. But as he eotild not, be was obliged to be satisfled with detailing his suspicions to his mother and Albert on ther return.

The next day Martie saw the stranger in ^Squire Crofts' pew as she went into eheruh so she paid strict attention to the seonoavand was careful not to look that way again., Afterservioe, however, she was mush surprised to see Delia Crofts come sailing tow&rd her, smiling with great affability and before she could think what this sadden cond»sccnsion meant, she was introduced to tho stranger, Mr. Linwood, who seemed giad to see ner and held her hand the orthodox two seconds that follow an Introduction.

And were they ip«rr|ed—Mr. Linwbod and Martie Channlng. I mean cried Flora, eagerly.

Not then!and Ussre—of eoune not," said I, quite vexed that she should burst in just at the climay,

:and

spoil all my

dramatic and romantic scenes—fill the embellishments, rathe*, with whleh I was intending to end my story.

Well, were they married at all?" "Yes, after he finished studying law." And Mattie Foster and Albert Channlng?" "Yes, that was a match alsei."

Tlien don't you think there is something in tho clover charm?" But I am sure I never married Old Grandsire Higkins though I suppose you would explain that as the two Marthas did. They concluded that my future lord was not in that part or the country, and so oould not appear to me."

Well, he wasn't there, for you married here in California!" "Ah, so I did! And I've not a word more to say against the charming clover leaves.%

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IN THE BOTTOM DBA WER." I saw my wife pull out the bottom drawer of tho ola family bureau, this evening, and went softly out, and wandered up and down, until I knew she had shut it up and gone to her sewing. We have some things laid away in that drawer which the gold of khi^s could not buy, and yet they are reWes which grieve us until both onr hearts are sore. I haven't dared look at them for a year, but I remember each article.

There are two worn shoes, a ltttlo CMp hat with part of the brim gone, some stockings, pants, a Jftat, two or three spools, bits of broken ftrokery, a whip, and several toys. Wife—poor thing— goes to that drawer every day of her life and prays over it, and lets her tears fall upon the precious articles, but I dare not go!

Sometimes we speak of little Jack, but not olten. It has been along time, but somehow we can't get over grieving. He was such a burst of sunshine into our lives that his going away has been like covering our every day existence with a pall. Sometimes, when we sit alone of an evening, I writing and she sewing, a child on thestreet Will call out as our boy used to, and we will both start up with beating nearts and a wild hope, only to find the darkness more of, a burden than ever.

It Is so still and qtdetnow. I look up At the window where his blue eyes used to sparkle at my coining, but ho is not there. I listen for his pattering feet, his merry shout And his ringing laugh, bttt fchcre is no souhd. There is no one to climb over my knees, no one to search my pockets, and tease for presents, and I never find the chairs turned over, the broom down, or ropes tied to the door knobs.

I want some one to tease mo for my kiiife to ride on my shoulder to lose my ax to follow me to the gate when I go, and be there to meet me when I come to call "good night" from the little bed, now empty. And wife die misses him still more there are no little feet to wash, no prayers to say no voice teasing for lumps of sugar or sobbing with the pain of a hurt toe and she would give her own life almost, to wake at midnight and look across to the crib and see our boy there as he used to be.

So, we preserve our relics, and when we are dead we hope that strangers will handle them tenderly, even if they died no tears over them.

DEPARTMENTAL MARM AGES* The Washington correspondent of the Louisville Courier-Journal writes: "There is a ludicrous aspect sometimes to the department clerk's life. He actually has the audacity sometimes to toll In love and penetrate matrimony with some girl no better off than himself, She, too, has been in the department, and she grows so weary of the monotony of her life and there is something so sweet In the whisperings of love that she forgets prudence, aud, after pinching herself for months, she saves enough orher salary for a silk dress And a few bits of finery, and has the eclat of a wedding.

Times flies very rapidly and you can acareely realise that it fa a year since the event when you met the once jaunty girl—now a sickly-looking woman, who, with the now faded silk skirt and napless velvet, sleeveless jacket, is trundling a baby-carriage along the street. The baby is a darling, sftid the poor voung mother has utilised many of those*garments that she spent so many hoars or the night making for herself, when she was to be married, for the baby's use.

A dainty bine afchan covers the chorub, and this is the only way that mother and child can get an airing, for a nurse is out of the question with their small salary. That poor little mother finds life very hard, for what can be harder than to have the solecareofau in&nt both day and night? There is no one to offer, even tor an boor or twM® relieve the poor, tired mother and then they must be content with »uch poo*i common lodgings, siwbinsufncJent food and such uneong«niaI i»ciety.

She now looks with envy upon her late companions, as they wend their way ta tha DeDartments, the work there now ^^S-TSndpleMMt. How nlo. It was to have money of her own. No tnattor how little it was yet it was her own, and she managed to dress and look nicely all the time. Then, too, she oceaslon&liv had an invitation to settle place of amusement but now, even though she were aaked, she could not leave baby. Does she wish there was to baby? Oh, no, tor from It That baby Is the most precious object In life, and she would not part with it for a kingdom.

T'm/ -'in! .Sjytarday.^lramiigi /. I

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Presented to each yearly subscriber, ho* and after this date. ThesaheautifUl pictures just ftou the tends of the Fnneh ehromo artbsts, are feithftd copies of oil paintings by the artist W. H. Baker, of Brooklyn. One, entitled

"Cherry Time"

Represents a bright faced boy, wmlng froea the orchard, benatttally lades w9th the redripe fruit. The other, entitled

"Lily of the Field'

Is A beautiful little girl, with ene of the sweetest of feces, gathering lilies in the Held. One is a wood soene, the other has an open meadow in the back j^nnd. They are of striking beauty.

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