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A WOMANUSPIIAY£&
Why did we quarrel Oh, love, wasH well bounden ly ties too many to tell, That now. wfaea we rnwt, I may not lay My hand in your cordial oltip and say, you, darting!" still? We nsed to finish our letters so, -j^'
At %he touch of each olher'i* bands, and bum With a troubled, t»mbllnt«w«et «oDt»ra, God bless you, darling, still 1 But you were hasty, and was proud And neither spirit at yet was cowed
By pmingc of coin lug ilL For you left me an* I—I let you k»j Jfor shadow or ttorrow I deigned to
Ood bless you, darling, still! Yea, say it now, though we meet wieold, 'With nevera v. --ti of tiw days of old,
And never tle to fill tg,, The aching void :n each other's heart: Yet, love, mineechoes before we part, iod bkss you, darting, still!
"One Too
BY CHRISTIAN BKID.
was beautiful, that •Charity
bat if you won't think me ungrateful, dear Miss Ralston, 1 believe I have had enough music for once. Won't you
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oome beefy now I have sometag say to you." Hortense Rabton—it was she, of course —rose at once from the piano and crossed the floor without speaking, until she sank into a low seat by the side of her companion. Then she answered in her slightly brusque manner: "In the first place, Esther, I object decidedly to being called 'Miss Ralston.' and 1 have told you so until I am tired. In the second place, I was playing only for your entertainment, so of course 1 wished to stop whenever it ceased to entertain you and in the third place, I am always at your service to hear or todo anything. You know that.
Esther's mind stole into hers. It would be very strange if 1 diet not know it after alt that you nave done for me," she said.
Don't talk about what we have done for you. We have not done anything except take a little cam of you when you needed care sadly," returned her Companion. "Well drop that subject if you please. Oome, you said you had something to any to me. What is it?" "It is to tell you, dear Miss Ralston— Hortenae, I mean—that I must go '""liLrr
Esther smiled ftiintly at the grieved reproach in the tone, then stroked softly the hand she still held. "Dear Hortense, you know I would not do so willingly," she said, in her soft, plaintive voice, with a thrill of music in it like a minor chord. "Yon are very good to me—yon and your mother —but this is pot my borne. I have no olaiin on you, and—" "This is nonsense." interrupted Hortenae, abruptly. "You Aot»e a claim on ua. We owe everything we possess to Mr. Deverell. Mr. Deverell waa your father's friend, and is your natural guardian. If you wont believe that yon have aright to be here on your own account, why, then believe taat you have ri^ht to be here hta."
Mr. Deverell is very kind," sad Esther, with her voice tall of tears. "But fee baa no r«jal obligation to provide for me, and cannot allow it while I am able to work, saw Mr, Hensel to-day, aitd that is why I thought I would speak to yua. He has taken some of my paintings before, and he now engages to take Others as soon as lean paint them."
Esther, you surely have not entered into an engagement to work, as weak and frail as you are?" "Iltsnot work that wiU bort me." «You shall not do ttf That is an end of the matter—you shall not do it I"
Mks Ralston spoke Impetuously— npoke like one accustomed to command but it was evident even to herself that she dashed her command* against a mek.
I must do ft*" KstberMld, ha her soft voice and looking up into the pale, resolute young Am, Hortense Ralston saw that w« meant what she said.
Esth r. I did net think yen were so proud/' she cried. It is not pride, ft tsseif-yespeet," S5ettnr answered.
Then there was atksnee which lasted until Miss Itatstoe aatd, abruptly I thir that at least you might wait until yoi i.*ar from Mr. Byrne." t" Wh*» hi he to do with it V* "1 «hc.'. imagine that be would have every tfai lo with it if, as I have sopposed, sre engsged to him."
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"Oh hush, hush 1" These two words came forth with the rush of a sob, and before Esther had time for a word, a shows* of bright tears was raining down on her black dress flrom Hortense Ralstenti haughty ^yes.
Esther was quite startled, and did her best to comfort and soothe, though perfectly unconscious what she had said or done to cause such an outbreak of emotion and at last she was partially successftU—at lead the young lsdy raised her fiwe, ana said, qukkly ought to be ashamed of myself. Esther, but I could not help it, for I contrasted vour feelings with mine, and l-I,too, am engaged,"
You?" said Esther, more surprised than such a common announcement seemed to warrant. Hut to know Hortense Ralston was to know that (the was not exactly like other people, other girls, least of all, and she had not at all impressed Esther as an "en-
she asked, rather sharply, "I am engaged to Mr. Deverell." "Hortense!" "Well, why arc yon so much astonished?"
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CHAPTER III.
More than a month alter Mr. French's -sodden death, two young ladles were together in a pleasant drawing-room, the windows of which overlooked one of the moat stately squares In the city. One of them was seated at the piano, and had been softly playing subdued harmonies for some time, while the other lay back in a deep chair, and was almost hidden by the gathering shades of twilight and the further obscurity of her position. Over the musician the only light of the reom—the flickering glow cast from a coal-fire—fell broadly, glancing on the rich material of her dress, and flashing back from the jewels that bound her wrists and glittered on her hands but if astray gleam chanced now and then to seek out the other, it only showed a mass of mourning drapery and a pale, thin fine, with large dark eyes set in those dosp hollows which are wrought only by the union of weary sickness and consuming grief. It was the latter who at last broke along silence by speaklag!
You engaged to Mr. Deverell!" Esther was really so much overpowered that she forgot civility for a moment. "Cm, Hortense, bow did it happen "It happened bccause we are poor and he is rich—I have found that ou t, though he thinks I do not know it: and he wishes to secure bis riches to us," answered Hortense, quickly. "He asked me to marry him sometime ago in a matter-of-fact manner, and I agreed in an equally matter-of-fact spirit. Yet I have no right to talk in tnis way. I think he loves me sincerely." "And you?"
I will try to make him a good wife." Oh, Hortense!" Hnsh!" said Hortense, bitterly. "Do you think that it is once in a thousand times that a woman has the good fortune to marry the man she loves f"
I think 1 would never marry at all unless I did." "Wouldn't yon? I thiuk you would if you were in my place." "I am sure I should not, rashlv began.
Esther
But just then she stopped, catching her breath and gazing with a sudden quick eagerness towaid the door. As sne gaeed, steps approached and voices were heard talking outside. One ef the voices was Mr. Deverell's the other she would have known amid the roar of a host, and even before the door opened she startled Hortense by rising to her feet. So she stood, quivering and trembling in every limb, with one haud pressed to her heart, until it unclosed and two gentlemen entered the room. Then she sprang forward with one cry. "Eric I"
At that sound the youngest of the two gentlemen, a tall, handsome young fellow, ottered an exclamation, aud made three or four quick strides across the room toward tae shadowy nook from whence had issued the familiar voice. But when he reached there, it was only to receive her supple form, heavy with the weight of partial unconsciousness, into Us arms.
Ail was commotion immediately. Hortense came forward, and the hurried greeting between herself and Eric was hardly more than an inarticulate murmur on either side. Esther was laid down on a sofa, Mr. Deverell rang for water, and ere long, in the midst of the confusion which ensued, the large dark eyes opened aud saw bending over them the face that above all ethers was dearest to her sight.
Eric, is it really you?" she whispered. And disregarding the presence of all who wore around them, Erie Byrne took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly.
Yes^mj^jxtor little sister, my darling
She' laid her head down on his shoulder to hide the hot tears of mingled Joy and grief that rushed into her eyes and when she raised them again, she found the room waa empty. By some magic the lookers-on had all dispersed, and sne and Eric were alone.
Of course their tirst words were of the great sorrow that bad brought them together again by making one of them an orphan—of the tender wther and generous friend who had been taken away without wanting but they were young, and after a time, as was only natural, they began to speak of themselves.
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4 absolutely engaged to him,n
said flushing through her *t» Mleiiow. "It tm only been alwsys »mierstood between us that, we should marry some day. Bat 2 wish to leave Erio rw- and neither aow nor hereafter
akall e- «im to be a b»H»'n on hba»n|o* «»Prid ,*»»», Briber."
and everything that would keep us apart." But suppose there is nothing to do that?"
How can you tell Esther, promise me that you will return to Germany with me."
But Esther only shook her head and smiled—too weak, just then, to do more —and it was a good thing, perhaps, that a timely ^interruption came to her aid. The door opened, and Mrs Ralston, who had not heard of the new arrival, entered in full dinner dress. Sbo stopped when she saw the scene on the sofa out Eric had already riBen to his feet and was advancing toward her. The next moment, to Esther's great surprise, they were shaking hands like old ana intimate friends. "My dear Mrs. Ralston. I am charmed to meet you again I"
My dear Mr. Byrna, this is a most unexpected pleasure!" was what she heard then more hand-shaking, con-
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regulations and inquiries, which last turned to herself. My dear Miss French, bow pale you look! I am sure you must feel quite exhausted," Mrs. Ralston said, in her effusive way. "Pray go and lie down. I will send up vour dinner, and afterward you may oe sufficiently recovered to spend the evening with us. I am sure that will be better than wearying yourselfjust now."
Yes, I think it will," said Esther, who felt, indeed, strangely weak and faint. So the bell was rung, Miss Ralston's maid was summoned, and Miss French was conveped up stairs to lie down and keep quiet—which last was a hard task, considering that her pulses were beating tumultuonsly ana that Eric was below.
It ended before long in her rising, smoothing her hair and going down. Everybody was still at dinner, so she found the draw-ing-room quite deserted and discovered a shady corner in which she had been niched for some time when sounds were heard that announced the approach of the party. As they came in sne could look up with undazzled eyes and see what she thought of the young artist who had been ner brother and now seemed likely to become her hnsband.
He had gone away a boy—he came back a man. That was, perhaps, her first thought as she contrasted the slender, bovish figure and smooth, boyish face of her remembrance with the stalwart. well-knit proportions and the handsome, open countenance, all bronzed and hirsute, before her. He was so totally changed that she could scarcely realise the past and the present sufficiently to ask herself if he was improved. Finally, however, she decided this question in the affirmative. He was so handsome, so graceful, so refined, so thoroughly at homo in all the minute requirements of social life, so brilliant
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You most get ready at once, Esther," Eric said. "I am going to take you back to Germany with. a*e." "That is impossible, Erie," said Esther, smiling faintly and sadly. "If we wars teal brother and sister, you might do that. But we are not, you know."
You did not think I meant that we should go as we are?" Eric said, smiling in his turn. "My darling, of eourve we must be married fin*."
He spoke in such a cool, deddet? manner—a manner that some people have about everything, and which generally ends by csrry% everything before hem—that f&tbor frit for a moment as if her breath had been taken away, as if ahe were a child ag«in, and it was only necessary for Kvks to say, "This shall be dme," for it to be accomplished. But titan she rallied and shook her had—the pretty, classic head, with Its wealth of dark hair.
Jio, dear," she said, gently "I cannot consent to that." Not consent to marry me, HMber! Jkm tm road?"
Not quite, 1 hope," said Esther, smiling strain. And did not mean that I would not consent to many you, either. 1 only meant that I could not do It now, ami in this way."
Why not?4 Mr. Eric Byrne waa evidently both stomed and determined to have his
way. His bright blue eyes gave a gleam that said as muaja hen be iilsnjia sharply over tbsiss "Why «r'
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Ilea Erie, bavo many reasons, and iet ns^MhrdlwaaaitigtlkeiH .i i«* time.**
hem forever, with ail my Otiss to marry me and go
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ti-» whatever is more tlxut that,* can. You can promise to iver I wish." that might net be right," be it yea loved me."
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If ymt} Eric, have yon learn «.itodw th*t?" N .. -v «ried Erie, qoidriy. "Fort^ve ttu 1 am a selfish brute, to tar* eat wbes* 1 ought, to comfort yru hut
Ifetbsr, I want stun* seemKy that will be mine—that yon are mine
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with those rare attractions of which we often bear, but which we rarely meet, that it would have been very strango if she had not thought so, or had not whispered, when he came and bent over her,
Eric, I am so proud of you!" He smiled in a bright, sunshiny way which she remembered well of old, and which went far to reconciling her to the great change in him. Then be answered tenderly, and sat talking to her of Germany, and his pictures, and all those details of bis life which she longed to hoar, until Mrs. Ralston called liirn away to idng a duet with Hortense. Several evening visitors had come in, and the graceful hostess waa determined that this entertainment should bo afforded them, although Hortense was plainly averse to singing, and even Eric did not comply with the readiness Esther expected, of him. He rose slowly, and went with strangely lagging steiMt toward the piano. Once there, it was evident that Hortense and himself exctengod smrcely a word before they burst into song. Everybody present, including Esther was astonished to hear how well they sang, how admirably their voices accorded, and with what exquisite art and tenderness they rendered the spirit of the duet, which was one of kucken's lovely ballads. When the last notes died away, there was quite a burst of admiring applause but Hortense rose from the piano with something more than her usual brusquoiHts, and corning over, tsok a seat beside Kvther. "Well, what do yon think of him?" she asked, without a»*y preface or warning whatever, "lias be changed much?" "Very much," Esther answered, with a smile, "But be ia still my dear boy, especially when be siuilw." suppose I «hall bear nothing more
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worth having," said liox&voae, a Uttle) shorty. "But however tht& may be, of
course von know that yon shall have it," »h«? added, with «sdden warmth and before Esther could reply, site bad risen and moved away.
The next day, the effect of all this excMnnent toid on Esther. She was too weak to leave her room, and by Ml* Ralston** argoht advice remained in bed, When Eric called at the hour he h»d promised, she was obliged to send word that *bc could see him. "Dont fret shoot ii," «ad u«r kind hostess. "I will go and ask bun to dinner, and then
WELL, WHAT DO YOD THINK OP HIM t-. you can meet him this evening." She
went at once, and waylaid the young artist but as the day wore on, Esther began to doubt whether she would be able to avail hei^elf of the opportunity thus offered. Wlwn evening came, however, excitement and expectation gave her a kind of fictitious strength. While the party below were at dinner, she rose, and, with the assistance of Hortense's maid, succeeded in making a toilette, and went down stairs. As bad been the case the evening before, sne found the drawing-room all deserted so after resting for awhile, and growing weary of the empty, sumptuous rooms, the glitter of mirrors and the blaze of gas, she rose and slowlv moved toward the conservatory, which opened from the reception suite. "I will let Eric look for me," she thought, with something like a child's pleasure in the idea and she wandered among the fragrant trees and flowering shrubs, until her failing strength warned her to sit down. She sat down, therefore, in the first convenient seat, whioh chaneed to be a flight of steps that led from one shelf of plants to another. A large lemon tree and a magnificent cactus were jest in front of her, and would have concealed flrom sight a figure three times as large as her own.
Lapped into a pleasant state of serene reverie by the soft light and subtle perfumes all around. Esther had very little idea how long sue had remained thus, when she was suddenly startled by well known voices speaking near her.
Esther is not here," Hortense was saying, coldly. "Is was foolish of mamma to send us to look. We will go back if yon please. Mr Byrne."
And Esther, who felt languidly drowsy, was just about to say, "Hero I am, Hortense," when she heard Eric's voice in reply.
We need not go back just now," he said, imploringly. "Won't you wait a moment, Miss Ralston? I should like to see something of you, I have seen so little since I came."
We had better go back," repeated Hortense, still more coldly and as she spoke, she turned to go.
Now it was that Esther raised herself, and said, "Here I am," but she spoke rather faintly, and the others had already moved away, Eric following Hortense. As Esther raised horself up. and looked through the luxuriant ioliage of the lemon, she saw him reach MissRalston's side. "Hortense," he said, quickly, "you cannot treat me like this. Have you forgotten Munich? have you forgotten all I told you there?"
And have you forgotten that I asked you once before how you dared to speak tome thus?" demanded Hortense, facing round upon him. "You think that, because I was wenk and foolish enough to listen to you in Munich, I am dishonorable enough to listen to you now?" ".To listen tome! What have I said that you might not hear?" he asked, somewhat haughtily.
What were you about to say she retorted. "If it was nothing that Esther might not hear, I misjudged you, and I am ready to beg your pardon."
Eric folded his arms, and looked down on her gravely. "I was only about to say something which was, perhaps, foolish enough," he answered, at length. "I remember my honor, though you seem to think I am ready to forget it, and I had no intention of saying anything which Esther, poor child might not hear. That allusion to Munich escaped me unawares. It is best, indeed, not to think of that time, I loved you then, and I was mad enough to tell you so. Your answer was, that you were engaged to marry your guardian, and that my suit was hopeless. I don't speak or anything which I might have seen in your eyes and your tones: a man like me has no right to mo such things, or to hope such hopes as, despite your refusal, made me happy until lately. Now I see tny duty, and you may be sure that I mean to fulfil it. I am sure, too, that you will fulfil yours. Hortense, what I meant to ask you was this can we not be friends?"
His voice sank over the last words, and lie held out his hand with a sudden gesture. For a moment Hortense was silent she then moved a step nearer, and placed her hand In the one outstretched.
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have always been your friend," she said, with a strange softness in her voice: "I did not think I needed to tell you that. But it is wisest to keep apart."
Just then tbo sosne wavered and grew indistinct before Esther, the tones rece-
now of Von going away and painting for 'ar V???• ,came .*? Mr ears and if anything was aaid or done, I dim'.' !tAW~.f«*ia*t tell. OhJiiorJ nnconsrious of it. When the ten*?, 1 have so much to ask you. m»re n" ¥*"L'fr.u1 Amotion
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THE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL is an Independent Weekly Newspaper, elegantly printed on eight pages of book paper, and aims 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 THE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL, PRICE 82.00 PER YEAR, and either of the above Chromos with aay of the periodicals enumerated below at greatly reduced rates. These periodicals will be sent direct from the offices of publication. Here is the list:
SEMI-WEEKLY.
Semi- tTVefcfj/ Netv York Tribune, price $3.00, The Mall and Chromo_.,............ 94 56
^WEEKLY PAPERS.
IruHanapolii Journal, price 92JJ0, The Mail and Chromo-.. 98 80 Indian*poli* Sentinel, price 124)0, The
Mall and Chromo 3 SO N. Y. Tribune, price $2.00, The Mall and Chromo 3 88 Toledo Blade, price *2.00, The Mall and
Chromo. 8 60 JV. Y. Sun, The Mail and Chraino.....— 3 80 Pniiric Farmer, price 924)0, The Mall and Chromo 8 85 Western Rural, price 92J0,The Mail and
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Chromo.— Harper'* Weekly, price 944)0, The Mail and Chromo. ........ Harper'# Bazar, price 91.00, The Mail and Chromo.. Frank Lediea IlluMrated Ntumpaper, price 94.00, The Mall and Chromo Lmiet Chimney Corner, price N4X), The
Mall and Chromo 6 00 Boy*' and GlrW Weekly, price t&SO, the Mall and Chromo 9 Tb
MONTHLIES. 1f" T.
Arthur'* Home Magtuine, price 92-50, The Mall and Chromo 94 00 PHereon't Magazine, price W0( The
Mall and Chromo 8 60 American Aarietiitxriu, price 91 JO, The Mail and Chromo 8 00 Deuwreet'* Monthly, price 98/X), 1 year,
The Mail a»d Chremo_........_...... 4 25 Oodey't Ijody'* Book, prlcc 934)0, The Mall and Chromo— 4 60 Little Corporal, price 91M,The Mail and
Chromo. 8 60 Seribnrr'* Monthly, price 944)0,The Mall and Chromo..... 5 SO Atlantic Monthly, price 944)0, The Mail and Chromo..........,.....~~......-......_...... 6 00 Old and JS"eu\ price 944W, The Mail and
Chromo 5 00 Overland Monthly, price 94JOO, The Mall and Chromo.. 6 00 Harper'* Magatine, price 944W, The Mall and Chromo. 5 60 Gardener'* Monthly, phemiStM, The Mail and Chromo. 8 60 Young Folk* Rmvi, The Mall and Chromo 2 75 The yurmry, price 11.30, The Mail and
Chromo...... ........ 3 00 St. Sichola*, price 99X0, The Mail and ChromoZl &
All the premium* offered by the above pub llcations are Included In this dubbing arrangement,
CLUBBING WITH COUKtY PAPERS^ We have made arrangements to famish THE MAIL, with Chromo, and aay one of the Newspapers in the neighborhood of Terr* Haute all for •&£>.
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The Mail, price. —09 Your County paper, price. S 09 The Chromo, wsrtb. 4 00
T,-rtal„ ........ 98 09
All those—(9^00)—for 984)0. Address 9. S. WSSTYAIiX*, Publisher Saturday Evening Mail,
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