Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 7, Number 31, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 27 January 1877 — Page 6

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A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

A SONG Ol'1 THE PERIOD.

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KW*.

Don't toil mc of the pauper brood, Who l!ii I cry for ft crust of food, Thuiiaillv-clothct! or the ovll'Shoedi Or f»^»mre, bine toes of the crossing-sweep-

noin

toll me of the white.wnn faces,

Thetlirtv lmlclnKsaiul crowded.Pl^ce. Where Poverty grins »uul Mn grimaces,. Am I my brother'skeeper?

Don't tell me of the 'awkwaM sqitad," Thf loafers who get keptm quad, Of tired men laid beneath the sod, In pmves where they get house room cb£ap-

Dea^me! I've hardly time to think.

With business first, and thon the riulc, And a fellw must sometimes eat and drink,— "Am I my brother a keeper?

Don't tell me ofthe murky air That chokes the

1 un^:

'l"'l ^w are fftlr

\vi,«m none arc young, and lew arc «ui.

Am I my brother's keeper

What! come and help, you sav Oh no! Home men of coarser grain may go, 'Twould break me down to see such Have you no shepherd for your sheep, sii .An honest missionary, say,—

A Biblewoman By the way, I'm rather out of ea«h to-day, Or I would give a trUle. Pra

Look ln aqain! I'll heln to pay To keep my brpther Keeper.

THE fflDDEN FOE

BY ARCHIE C. IRONS.

CI IA PTER XIV—CONTINUED. Hi- captive onco more saf«, Edwards took his rifle and set out to visit Estewawah. The result of that visit we havo

alAboutSnoon

of tlie same day Nehemi

ah with his pun on bis shoulder, was sauntering leisurely along in the viciniof Edwards' cabin. As he emerged fJoni some thick undergrowth ho caught sight of a man walking swiftly along in

the

direction of the lake. tiiat "Humph! That's that felloi that hansrs out with Edwards, I'll bo bound, ho muttered. "Wonder where he a kept himself for tbo last week. Main seen nothing of him. Guess he been off som'ers, or he'd been out to help bunt lie stood looking after bim a moment, then started on. "I don't know but what lie all right," be thought, "but, I'll jest fpl.ler him a little ways, stein' hain't nothing

^S^uu'ing the action to tho word, he followed along

Stumpy!s wake for some

distance." He took no pains to conceal his movements from the latter, and was gradually gaining on him, when, chancing to look up, Stumpy ciught sight of liiin. Ho stopped abruptly.

I sav, there, you long lodged ganaer shanks!" he sung out, angrily, what yer watchin'me fer

Nehemiah halted, and leaning on his eun. proceeded to whistlo, very deliberHte'y. a stave of "The Grand Spy," before replying.

Who said I was watching you ho responded, at last. I know vou \va«," returnod Stumpy, wrath fully "an' what's more, you'd better dry up on't too!"

You don't say so!" exclaimed Nehemiah rolling up his eves in mocking comic dismay. "Who'd 'a' thought that such a liltlo bantv rooster could crow so loud! Must 'a' been hatched from an awl'ul big egg! Iinportad, I s' DOS©

Go to tho devil!" responded Stumpy in a rage. ,. .. Hone.it folks ain't so 'franl ol being •watched," continued Nehemiah, coolly.

To this Stumpy deigned no reply, but, changing his course, strode away in the

f°™(lmer

chap, that," soliloquized No

hemiah, and shouldering his gun ho slarted in tho direction ol Lens camp. Arrivimrtbcro he found the trapper outsidotho cabin busily ongagod in removing tho hair from a deer hide.

How are Nohoitil, ho crifid, cheerilv, as ho caught sight of him. Hotter," responded that worthy, following him into tho camp. "How's yersolf?" "Oh. kickin'aroun','" Een replied. "Stanley, hero, outched a little cold bein' out in the wet so much lafoly, an' feels sorter blue hey, Stanley ''Well, yes, ft little," replied Stanly, rising. Mv arm teels a litilo stillei than usual, but'it is getting so that I can uan it pretty well."

After getting another hide. Len passed out to his "house" outside the cabin, te remove tho hair and grain.

I'll tell you what, Stanley, Nehemiah said, after talking a few minutes on the subject ahvnvs present—that ol Kssie—'T see tho feller to day that bunks with Edwards. I hain't seen him before for some time. He's a uican looking varmint, .md 'cused moof watching him Fact is, 1 did a little. I don't jest like his looks."

Kenwood sat silent., ruminnUnsr en Nehominl/f words, At last ho said: "It can't bo possible, can it-, that Stumpy known anything of the whereabouts of Essie? If he knows that she was drowned ho would of c»vse tell, unless ho thought some one might suspect him of foul play about tho matter." 'Tain't reasonable to s'pose he does, answered I/jn, who had or.tered while Stanley was speaking, "I toll yer, boys, it be had anything to do with tho girl, Kdwarcls or the Ingin would find it out. Thet's my opine on tho subject." "That is 'V true," responded our hero. "But, rv.mehow,

I cm not bring

tnvself to think that she is dead." Shortly after, Nehemiah took his leave On arriving at the tent, lw found Mr Hamilton silting near theentrance, trving *ivert his mind lrom kis trouble by reading He laid ashle his book as Nehemiah entered, and inquired after l^n and Sinnlev. Nehemiah related his adventure with SUimpv for Mr. Hamilton's diversion, and 'hen started to attend to tho horses.

The father looked pal© and worn. IWp Jines about his month proved tho sunsring he had undergone is tho last few aavB. and when he moved it was with a wearv. undecided motion, that showed his ulind waacH^upled w'.th oihor than what hia liands were nj. He baU nearly «iven up as dc:id, but occasionally then* would tlasli across his mind a feeling tbat she Was not. He sat there, totally abaorbod wish hiathoughto until Noheiniah entered and began p^eparing supper.

It was three dava later. Kenwood's arm was Rainiii).' fast, and the implead ant feeling resmbius? from tii^oold taken had ncir. wsed away. Uis nUnd waa o«nsUn~. L-irassed by thoughts of E»aie, and asloop or awake image «ver iforo bim, until tho»u»ponsegrow terrib.o.

A vagu® su'-P'eion

hla

mind, *.:"v wu: "Ut shape i- y. old Intl.'.» b*. en tb'-ugh: of i:^.t .i«v' but !t raniH upon hj ii ed fon The more he looked a« the motif iiiijiossiMv' It looked that a stray

Tlie

.anlly 't "li'-'MI9-

bullet fr*m some hunter's rifle should have wounded him, and the conviction forced itself upon his mind tbat it waa not an accident, but done intentionally by an enemy. He could form no conjecture of who it was, but he could not shake the feeling off. It soemed to be connected with Essie's disappearance, and what Nehemiah had told him coneerifluRStumpy seemed only to augment his suspicions.

Ho at last determined to tako a ramble among the hills, and took down his rifle for that purpose. Lon cautioned him

about

going too far, and promising the old trapper that he would be careful, ho left the ca"bin.

He had no fixed purpose iu his mind where he should go, but wandered on, stopping to rest occasionally, until just as the sun went down, he halted upon the bank of Ranse Lake, a abort distance from Edwards' cabin.

The night was warm and pleasant, and ho seated himself upon the bank for a moment's rest. He had been there but a short time when he heard tho dip of paddles, and looking up saw Edwards seateif in a canoe, and paddling rapidly towards the center of the lake. He was but a short distance out from shore aa yet, but the rapid strokes of his paddle wag constantly carrying him further.

What can he be "doing at this hour KenwOod wondered, a9 ho watched him, ho seems to be making for some point."

At this moment Edwards cast a glance bacdward, and caught a glimpe ol our hero standing on the bank. Stanley was too far off to note tho quick look of surprise that flashed overliis face: but he saw him ceaso paddling for the space of a stroke, then resume it but considerably slower, and finally ho allowed the canoe to drift, while he unwound the line and cast it into the wator.

Something about the wholo action struck Stanley as strange. He watched him a few moments, but be continuod to fish quietly, never once casting his eyes toward the shore.

At last Kenwood arose, and as he turned to depart, his eye fell upon a glittering object, half buried in the sand at his feet. Be gazed at it mechanically a moment, then stooped and picked it up. As his fingers closed over it, a cry of astonishment burst from his lips.

The article he held in his hand was a tiny gold cross, and ho instantly recognized it as belonging to Essie. It had been fastened to her watch chain, and he had seen her wear it a half dozen times at least. Ho examined it minutely, and rubbing the dust from it, he discoveredthe initials "E. H." engraved on one side. There could bo no mistake now, but how came it lying there in the sand on the shore of the lake? Could she by anv possibility have lost it on tbat fatal day? He could arrive at no definite conclusion concerning it, and resolved to take it at onco to Mr. Hamilton.

The darkness was now beginning to appear, and he mado all possible baste. Arriving at Mr. Hamilton's camp, he found him and Nehemiah in the tent. He at onco informed them of his discovery, and produced tho trinket for their inspection, describine the place in which he found it, sayin? that she must have lost it in some of her excursions.

No," said Mr. Hamilton, after a mo mont's thought, "she had it on the day sho was lost. I remember, distinctly, o^seeing it on her watch chain when sho came out of her apartment equipped for her ride.

There is no doubt, then," said Kenwood, "but that she was thero on that alternoon."

Nehemiah now passed out to attend to some duty outside. There Avaa silence betweea the two for a few minutes, broken at last by Kenwood:

It is—it seems to me— Tie paused, uncertain how to proceed. "Well?" said Mr. Hamilton, inquiringly, observing bis hesitation.

Kenwood remained silent a moment, his head bent in an attitudo of deep thought.

Mr. Hamilton," he said at last, raising hiri head anii looking at him earnestly, "I need have no scruples about speakintr plainly, considering the impor

tance

of this matter. From what I witnessed, I think that Miss Hamilton felt mi aversion to Mr. Edwards. Does it not seem a little strange that she should go, alon« and unattended, to the immediate vicinitv of his camp." "I confess*it does," Mr. Hamilton answered "but tho trinket proves that she was there."

I hope vou will excuse a plain question, Mr. Hamilton, even should it appear impertinent. Do you know whether Edwirds had any fueling for Essie, beyond a mere passing friendship? It is from no idle curiosity that I ask." "Such a question from you is perfectly proper, Mr Kenwood, and you need novor be afrnid of offending mo. Yon havo done mo more service in this case than I can ever repay. Now that you speak of it, I do remember, but it hfjd passed from my mind. Tho day you were wounded Essie refused an offer of marriage from Mr. Edwards. She informed me of it the next day."

Our hero sat Hilent a few moments Mr. Hmnilton reKardin? him closely. A i'd hope had sprumr up in his breast that- perhaps Kenwood bad also. At last he spoke.

Why do you ask, Stanley? Havo ou anv clue?" No but I have a suspicion—if it may be called such—though it

I'have vour belief «t times," replied Mr. Hamilton, "but my reason itoea constantly against my hope

Alter some further conversation, Kenwood took bis leave. Arriving at the cabin he found Len very anxious concerning his wbseucn at so lato an hour He informed him }f bis discovery, and they sat up for some time conversing abo'ut the circuHistanco.

The next day WHS stormy ono of those cold, disag^eable Autumn storms that chill one to the. bone. Stanley felt stiff md sore from his tramp of tho preceding day. Desspitrt bis impatience, he was obliged to stay indoors. Day followed dav, and sti'll the wet weather continued, and Staulev'a patience waa well nigh exhausted, lie had been very unwell during the time, and L«n would not bear of his exposing himself on another. lie was impatient to again visit tho spot whore ho found the jewel, but circumstances conspired against bim, and it was wellthev did, for tho greater partof the time Kd wards had lurked iu tho woods, hoping to get a chance to carry on his nefarious plan of assassinating him, but no chance offered, and he waa fain to bide hla time.

During the greater partof the time Eetewawah had raved in the delirium of fever, bnt the disease had at last yielded to Wis mope's skill, and one morning she opened her eyes a rational beiag, though very pale and weak.

Osawah had visited the lodge every dav, and on this morning he enUured abruptly, aa was his usual custom, and approached the iuch. '. awawah met his look with a wan smilu iiad held out her a

My s! is rttcr," i- ,:d, while a look of jo chwU up hi:: f*00. Estew.. will g' w" now," tho old woman said, "and then she will be happy again."

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVEN IIS] G- MAIL.

(A strange shadow of a smilo passed over the girl's face, but she said nothing. "Osawah is glad Estewawah is better he said, lingering near tho couch. She will soon be strong and woll."

Again that inexplicable smile flitted across hor face. He will come and see hor every day," the Indian continued and gravely bidding her good bye, ho moved away.

As ho left theltJdge Estowawalrtnrned her face towards the wall, while a spasm of mental anguish contracted her features.

I cannot live," she whispered "I can not. Ob, why did I como back to life?

CHAPTER XV, OK THE TRAIT,.

Jerusalem,

if it doa't beat all what a

powerful sight of rain we've had this fall!" exclaimed Len Leydon,bringing in an armfnl of wood, and depositing it near the fireplace. '-Hero fer the last fourdavs it's rained an' drizzled, every day more or less, an' generally more. It looks this mornin' as if it war goin ter clear up, but can't toll for certain. It can't bo it's goin' to bo pleasant to any great extent."

Stanley looked up. Could it bo possible that it was going to clear up at last, and give him an opportunity to go out? He had determined to visit tho lake at Edwards' cabin as soon as tho weather would possibly permit, and make a thorough investigation. He bad said nothing to Len about it, thinking the trapper might consider it useless, aB the ground had been carefully gone over during the search for Essie.

As if satisfied with having balked him so long, the clouds rolled away about the middle of the afternoon, aad the sun camo out bright and warm.

Stanley took his rifle and started out, turning his steps toward tho. lake. It was nearly night when he reached there and he wandered about till dark, but discovered nothing, and standing on the bank he gazed dreamily off on the lake. It was useless staying there, but still he lincered.

There was a crackling of twigs ann branehes near hirn, and peering through the gloom he sav/ tho fc-rin of Edwards a few yards from where he was standincr. He was in tho act of launching a small canoe and Stanley watched him closely.

Edwards was not aware of his presence, and after pushing the canoe away from tho batik, sprang in, and commenced paddling ©utward into the lake.

Kenwood glided along t® tha landing and stood looking after the retreating figure that was fast disappearing in the gloom. "Strange,"ho mutterel, "If I had a canoe 1 should bo tempted to follow him and—an!"

Ilia eyes had been wandering about during the last part of his sentenco, and to his joy ho discovered the object of bis thought pulled upon the bank a few feet distant.

Hastily pushing it into tho water he sprang in. and seizing the paddle, followed on in tbo direction Edwards had

takeD-latter

The had disappeared, but Stanley kept swiftly and silently on, keeping a sharp lookout mead while, and at last caught sight of him dimly outlined in the darkness. He was going in a direct course for the opposite bank, looking neither to the right nor left, and Stanley managed to keep him in sight until they were under cover of the wood when he suddenly lost all trace of him.

He scanned the water in vain. Not a living thing was in range of bis vision, and no sound disturbed the stillness. Ed wards had disappeared as completely as if the lake had swallowed him up.

Stanley had halted a few yards from the bank, and near the outlet of tho lake Ho was sitting motionless in the boat, when ho detected a faint rustling of the grass, and the next instant ha caught sight of a tall form creeping stealthily along the bank.

His first thought was that it was Edwards, but after a momeut's scrutiny he decided that- it was not. The form stopped in a little open space, and straightened up. "It is Osawah, if I am not mistaken," thought Kenwood. "Yes, I am certain of it. What can ho bo after? He seems to be looking the other way. I will sigual him at any rate."

He emitted a short, quick whistlo, sounding like tho faint pipe of some distant bird.

The form disappeared instantly, but re appeared a mowent after, on the extreme edge of the shore, within a.few feet of our hero, and stood plainly revealed as Osawah. "What does'my white brother want?" he asked in a whisper.

Stanley looked at him a moment before replying. Should he tell him why he was there? Why not? He believed hi in to bo perfectly trustworthy, and decidcd to do so.

I mav as well tell you, Osawah," he replied at last, in the same cautious tones, pushing his canoe ashore, "tbat 1 was on tho track of a man, and that he has given mo tho sli.p"

A grim smile broke over the Indian's face. "Osawah is looking for man,too," he said. "He went down the creek in boat." "Edwards?"

The Indian nodded.

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vet. lint it seems to wio that Essie is not 'dead. 1 have little to warraut tho feeling, vet it is strange."

to the landing, where, after pulling tbo canoe upon the bank as Kenwood bad found it, they separated. They had decided to return on the morrow, and explore the swamp thoroughly, and as evervthing was mere suspicio* with them yet, they determined to say nothing about it to anyone at present.

After leaving "the Indian Kenwood walked swiftly along. His head was in a whirl with liis discoveries (for such be deemed them) for he believen in his heart that Edwards knew tho whereabouts of Essie, and was instrumental in the cause of her absence. The finding of the little cold cross, and the discovery of Essie's refusal of Edwards, all helped to strengthen this feeling.

It was between ten and eleven o'clock when he approached his cabin. He know that Len would question him regarding his absence till such a late hour, which be did as soon as ho entered. Stanley replied that ho went farther than he at first intended, and got belated. Len appeared perfectly satisfied with the explanation, and s®ou afterwards they retired to rest.

It seemed as if fate was determined to overthrow any calculations that Stanley might make, for tho next morning was dark and rainy, and during the day it poured ceaselessly. He cbaled under the delay, and at last, seeing that there was no prospect of its clearing, be deter mined to go at all hazards.

Len was attending to some duty outside tho cabin, and Stanley proceeded to don a pair of high topped rubber boots, a hoavy wolfskin coat, and broad brimmed fur bat. It was a very comfortable

outfit,

considering the day outside, and be had just completed his equipment when the trapper entered.

It does beat all," ha said, "what an alfired sight o' rain wo do git. It beats anything I oversee—why, hello! where you goin'

Len," said Stanley, suddenly, "I am gointr down near Edwards' cabin." "What! in this rain?" exclaimed the trapper in astonishnsent.

Yes I intended to have gone this morning, but the rain prevented, and I havo determined to go now, rain

coincide with mine, and I think we have at last got on the right trick." Len gazed at him in bewilderment "What in all possess't yo drivin' at anyhow?" he demanded.

Whereupon Stanley related his adventures of the day before. "I bad not intended to tell you," be concluded, "for I bad no positive knowledge, only asus

you?

'nuff ter dare any thin', too.

But

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"Firefly will follow down the creek after him*." he added, "you come?" Securing the boat, Stiuley accompa nied him, without farther words. He was totally ignorant of tho Indian's object in pursuing Edwards, and could arrive at no satisfactory explanation of it.

The creek flowed through the swamp from the time it left the lake, and the footing along it was extremely precarious. Osawah informed Kenwood, as thev picked their way cautiously forward. that he had seen Edwards enter tbo stream in a canoe, and was on the pointof following him, when our hero appeared.

They had proceeded something like a mile

near as they could judge, when

they came upou Edwards' boat ll"g crosswise of the stroam, the ends touching either bank. Thoy examined it, but the re was nothing in it except tha paddle, and they halted near it for consults tion. It was theopinion of Osawah that he had gone to the eastward, as the prow of the canoe lay in that direction.

OJawah," said Stanley, suddenly. you are following Edwards, and so am I.*Now, both of us have a purpose, but neither knows that or the other—or at least nothing positive—and what your purpew* is I cannot oven hazard a gueaa.

My white brother thinks tbat Long Rifle has tbo pale girl?" the Indian af finned, rather than asked, after a moment's silence. "Well," Stanley replied, "I do not know that I think*he has her, but I have a suspicion that in -eome way ho is connected with her disappearance. This, however, ba* only become fixed oo my mind since I stated to follow him an hour ago."

Osawah thinks so too. Long Rifle knows where the pale girl is." Kenwood started. '-And that is tho reason you were following him?"

Yes but we will have to leave him now. Me is far away in theawamp. He has a lodge in here Oaawab lias seen him come this way before, and always in the darkness.

They returned to the lake and crowed

J!'J

never did

like his looks, an' the morel think 'bout it the more I

kinder favor your idee.

don't

girl, I wonder?" Well," replied Stanley, "I have no right to being told me in con 17 [J

t'» Itellyou,it

XI 1 O V* A W O fidence but'l know you, and I know tho to the Mediterranean. How well 1 3 A 1 vi rk 1 W/^lVfr. W1 I urgency of tho case. Edwards asked Miss Hamilton to marry him, and she refused."

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Len sprang to his feot. "That's it! that's it! Yer can bet yer boots! That's all I wanted to know to circumstanshiate thet feller, an' bri'ig in a verdict o' guilty! I'll bet all my old mogasins, Stanley, thet ye're right, an' that Edwards had a hand iu this busi-

Well, if ho has, it will como to light sooner or later." "Tinted fact, an' what's more, I guess I'd better go along, if you've no objections. I've got a suit that'll match yonrn an' tbo rain wont wet us to any great extent."

Ho was preparing himself beforo he ceased speaking, and in a short, time they were threading their way through the woods in the direction to the spot where Stanley had agreed to meet Osawah, end to their satisfaction found tho latter at the spot. It was a slight opening on the bank, a few rods from Edward's cabin, and the Indian.was standing looking ofTacross the lake. A grim smile broke over his features, as tho trapper and Stanley approached.

Long Rifle has gone to tho swamp," bo said, "Osawah saw him crossing the lake, as he camo up. He has been waiting his friend a long time."

A short consultation follqwed. There was no boat, and if they follswed Ed wards, they would bo obliged to proceed around the lake. This they decided wo do, and after an hour's laborious walking, they found themselves on the south bank, where the outlet lelt the lake. Down this they proceeded, and soon caino to a pair of canoes, lying crosswise of the stream. "This is the same spot we found the one in yesterday," Stanley said, as they halted beside them.

It was beginning to gnw somewhat dusk and they searched in vain for a trail that would tell tnem which way Edwards had gone, after leaving the canoe.

It's no use," said Len. "We'll hovto come here in davlight, an' tben we can find it. I don't "see's lhey's any uso of stayin' here any longer. I vote weeorne to-uioirow an' see what we can find."

To this his two companions gave assent, and they turned and retraced their steps. It was ftill raining, and before they reached the vicinity of Edward's cabin, it was inky dark. Here they separated from Osawah and proceeded to their camp.

They determined to start early the next (lav on their expedition, and little knowing what the morning was to bring forth, they wrapped themselves in their blankets, and with their feet to the fire, soon slept soundly.

I [TO RK

CONTINUED.

irVW 3

Good Intentions.

Nellie, will you attend to tbat matter?" said Georgo Dale, coming back into the breakfast room.

Certainly. George," answered his wife, sipping her colfee. "And immediately, please.

no doubt

the

poor man needs the mon

ey. You know a

I will send ovor seme wiue at the same time. I intended to last week." "Yes, do wine is no d6ubt a rarity there, and it wili do the poor woman good," replied George, closing tho door $nd harrying off.

ry uud truly mortified at this. What must the poor man think of me I professed to be much interested in bim, and gave him my word he should have the money that day. His family may have really suffered* during this bitter cold, weather. Where is the money I will go immediately myself."

While Nellie was packing up some delicacies to send Mre. Grey, she glanced up frequently at hor husband's stem face. Wishing to offer some apology for failing to do as she w^s desired, she said:

Oh, George, that day I had so many things to attend t»—so rnanj callers. I am very sorry. I intended fully to help Mr. Grey's fumily as much as I could.— "Well, well, Nell, it can't be helped now. We must do the best we can to make amends, tbat is all. Send over

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with the money."

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soon after, laden with many comforts for the sick woman. Half an hour after, Gforgo Dale re turned, looking very much troubled

tho money very much?" Her husband iooked earnestly at her an instant, and then smilingly answered "Yes."

Mrs. Grey seem pleased with tho things 1 sent her a soft warm shawl to wrap around her when «be 3its up."

Nellio, I am sorry to add to the feelings of regret, that I know you truly feel. Mrs. Grey will never sit upon earth again." "Oh, i* she so very ill?" Nellie asked with a sharp twinge of self-repreach. "SUeis dead."

Dead exclaimed Nellio. "Oh, if I only bad thought! I did intend to do all

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you wished, and more. Perhaps she called her—Dant is her name.

Killed her? Certainly not, child

"Tfiiinrl hor? Oflrtainlv not. child, was roles

havo determined to go now, rain or But, Nellie, we should both have felt ouier suuwrmK ie«nu...y. *v.« shine. I was out vestorday, you know, better about this if we had done what inotherr half crazed with grief, sat hold and camo across Osawah iiissuspicions we could to help them. It is very an- ing the lifeless form of oroe, and trying. noyiug to havo our hearts filled with ro- to keep the other warm by wrapping

We will not talk anymore about

grots. .. it now. Only try and remember in future that 'good intentions' profit no one."

Nellie did very well for some time after this, and her husband congratulated himself upon tho happy change. They wore people of abundant means, and

ways with all the latest whims ofsocie

Wal I dunno, hardly. He's mean ty, of which she was a great bello, not'nuffter do anything', an' bo's got pluck withstandingshe was a wife and mother.

A few months after this, Nellie's brother, who was a naval officer, returned from a three years' cruise. While sit

see what he'd want to do it ting with his sister, one day. ho draw for Did he havo a hankerin'arter the

from

his pocket, a faded silk purse.

1 ii,nn nlaaiMi\n All

Yesterday I was clearing out my sea-chest, and found this. Dora mad it forme many years ago when I first nt to the Mediterranean. How well I remember hor trotting me about with hor to show mo off in my midshipman's uniform. Poor, dear Dora! I suppose you have hoard nothing of her during my absence, Nellio?" 4'

No, nothing "Havo you even sought to, Nellie? You know, although not our own sister, she was our father's child, and he loved her very dearly."

I know she broke his heart. I'm sure her running away and marrying that worthless fellow caused pi pa's death. I suppose he has drank himself out of the world long boforo th.s. But don't let us talk about thera. I don't likoeven to think that there is, or ever was, a Dora irtlett," Nelliesaid and trying to turn the conversation, asked "Are you going with mo to tho reception

Nellie, Nellie," returned !apt. Birtlett, shaking his head, "why are yon so completely absorbed in tho gnveties of life? l)o you ever think of anything serious? I don't want to talk of receptions, or anything of tbo kind I want to talk and" think of my sister. Yon were too young to remember much of hor, or you would not feel so. Sko was a very lovely girl, and very loving, too. If I bad not been in foreign parts, so much from homo, I shorrld have found ber, or know something of hjr whereabouts."

Suppose you should find them their position must lie so, so—well, very different from ours—it wbuld be very embarrassing, to say the least," rejoined Nellie.

Position Suppose it is—I don't care how humble—I know wo are of the same blood. Oh, if I could find her I would rejoice truly," Capt. Bartlett said, with much warmth.

Just about this time tho ladies of Nellie's circle had formed a charitable society, and it being quite fashionable to "do the benevolent" Nellie was well pleased to spend her money thus. A severe cold, confining her to the house, prevented her accompanying her friends on their rountlsof mercy. However, to her were assigned the needy in her im ate neighborhood, a list of whon was handed her. "Only three," her friend Miss Hunt said. "Oh, indeed, I do not see how 1 can do it, I've so many thingson my mild now. Here, Kate, dear, take this," handing her two sovereigns, "and do get what they do need just now, and me off, won't yon?" Nellie pleaded, always ready to shi off an extra care. well, yea," replied ber friend, "but certainly you can ive some littlo

tho mid of the by street. They are there. We got permission for them to

occupy

been

is some trouble attout the title As it

line

trouoie

hikjuv

was iag and take caro of it. Now you must look out for these folks. They are pro vided davs. Alter that I leave them to you. In" tho meantime, if you are disposed vou cm send them *omo soup or anv

lor

inese

have

Ten days afte came in to dinner,... I saw Grey a few moments ago. Poor fellow I he looks miserable. Is there any odd Job in the house he can do I want to help him whenever wo can. Can "displaying"the handsolno presets you makeup a(PMoel iof Prions

send it over with a little more wine? At

the tame time tell John to have him come here. I will look about and And something he can do."

Nellie Dale uttered an exclamation, which caused her husband to ask anxiously: "What is it? What ails you, Nellie f"

ioiks.

long." thing Will you promise to remembor form divine—Disease, the drt Oh, vea I had forgotten about tbat. who revels among the ruins both of nait* .. T. 1 ma nri I* fltniA |r Q"»II

"Oh, yea,

after, when George Dalo

can attend to them," ro

turned Nellie. May I rest oasy concerning them her visitor asked.

Certainly. Let me see, this is Mon-

Wednesday or Thursday morning,

Aj| riKbt

from

I will lemembor, and send

nner, he said: brother if I am not well enough. He a (aw

mnmAntR ftoY.

I'OOr •?.

^_i»i~

my Orotnerir am uox. won enough delights in such errands," Nellie «Ud. The three days had passed. Nellie had been so busy examining, admiring

could provide fuel for all the poor, and feel that all about me had a good supper amd a warm bed to-night. I frel more for the old folks and children. Did you: send some of those preserves to 'the poor ones in the neighborhood Nellie ?,r "Oh,dear, dear!" cried Nellie.

What is the matter "Why, enoagh. I'm frightened tothink what the consequences may bo her mind reverting to Mrs. Gre*y. "I forgot to look. Dear, dear, I'm so very sorry! I've so much—after a family near —Mrs. Grant, a poor widow—to think of. I intend—"

Oh, Nellie, those good intentions again," said her brother. "Hmh! Don't talk to me. Go—do. I will show you. Come to the doer." Nellie urged, almost crying.

Capt. Bartlett followed her. Pointing

u«iviun»

iV4,w

the basket by John. I must make haste to the house she said. "Thero is a child

"vv"

W,,V'

Mrs. Dale dispatched tho male servant cold it is! Do make haste! Her brother sped away to do her bidding.

turned, looitnig very inucn iro«u«u. Nellie lor awhile felt quite uneasy, but Nellie almost feared to ask the cause. At at length quieted her fears with the length sho said-: "You look worried, thought of her brother's meeting with George. Did you find Mr. Grey needed some of his old friends- and going with ii-_ —.—.. them.

L. i.1. A nu »A nr ftlliltt

at the door now. Oh, how dreadfully

Hours pissed, and be returned not.

It was near lOo'cloek when she hoard his stop in the hall. Opening the drawing room docfr, she called, "Oh, you tru-

Ieme, WLSUIUK W tiiow ..HUU ant! Come in and give an account of what she bad failed to do, to the amends yourself. Five hours absent she had tried to make, asked: "Did She checked the light words as he on-

Nellie, wishing to draw his mind from

W a a a

had worked in his features. Not as usually smiling he approached her, but

ilOUailJ ouuuiiit, no "v»

with eyes full of saaness as he said "Nellie, I havo found our sister." Dora found IIow Where cried Nell:e, with more astonishment than pleasure in her tone.

Yon sent me to her." "I? I don't, understand what yo mean. I sent you

might have died anyhow. George, sure- and ftrwnd Dora, starving aye, starving: ly you do not think that my neglect—'" to death, I

Yes to the widow, Mrs. Grant

went,

feared. One of her babes-

was released from hunger and cold, another suffering fearfully. And tho poor

hor own garments around' it and pressing it closer to ber bosom—tho dead onone arm, the dying, perhaps, on the other."

Oh don't toll me Clin such thingsbe? No, no you want to frighten mo —to punish my neglcct. Why did sho not send to us?"

Nellio, I would not t-riSte with you— I sould not my heart is too full of sorrow. I trust Dora and tho two remaining children can bo restored to health. Of'one I have dou'-ts, however. Why sho did not send was this: Miss Hunt wont from yon to her, and told her you would take care of them. As you failed to do so, sho hought, poor thing, that yon bad discovered who sho was, audi therefore would not help her. Onco sho sent tue oldest girl you remember the day you ordered tho servants not to havo vou disturbed. Ths child's not boing allowed to seo you confirmed ber fear and without 1'iod, with-mS fire, I found them." "Oh, Edgar! Oh, what can I do?" Heaven knows I forgot, E intended to do right. Tako mo to ber, brother. Don-t let ber think me so cruel!"' Nellie cried.. "I cannot take you to-night. Rest assured ®sho is a* comfortable as possible. I havo placed them in tho gentlewoman's Homo. The kind nurses thero know best what to cSo-with them. Thoy will havo every caro there, oven wore thev without money or friends, but I placed a sum ample to command all they can possiby need. To-morrow, should you feel incline*), 1 will take you to o'-ir sister."

I shall never, never foruive nvysolf and George—oh, bo will never place any confidence iu uie again What can I do. E Itiar

Nollif. George will never know it, I trust. And, my dear sister, promise me, in future, to do at onco the good deeds your heart prorwpts. Think less ol fashion and Iress. dear, and more of Heaven's needy children thatare around yon everywhere. Yon have a kind, loving heart, ft'ellio, and yourintontions are always good. But oh, you havo seen to-day the result ol good..Jii.Mentions!" ui

& 1

1IISTOU OF A VWTURE.

Two of the most celebrated artists the world has over known dwelt in the same city. Onedolighted in delineating beauty in »H its graces of tint, form and motion. His |Krtrait^ were instinct with tho difirin of physical vigor. The graceful, half-voluptuous outline of form and feature harmonistod with delicately blended tints. On Kis canvass, the homeliest faces had an almost irresistible charm. The other found pleasure only in depicting weird and gloomy subjects. Above all, did he^ excol in painting tho portraitsof the dying. The agonizing death throe, the ghastly fact and form, wereall depicted with marveoas fidelity. There existed betwoen intense dislike. th0f»e artists the most At )ength this dislike culminated. Ihe

her were assignea i-r.e neeuv in ner mi- beauty loving artist bad bepn mediate neighborhood, a list of whom in painting the portraU of beaut ful -.•? .i k..» woman. Connoisseurs pronounretl it the most wonderful pieeo ol art that had ever been produced. His brother artist was jealous of his fame and sought revenge. By bribing the keeper of the studio ho gained acco-s to tho picture

each

certainly you can lve some imio tnr-r

ioi

untenated

for

night." At first be was «ontenl to only deaden the brilliancy ol tho complexion and eyes, efi'icc tho bloom from cheek and lip and paint a shadow on ther cheek. Later, his strokes grow

cmw

thought to one family quite near—a bolder and lreer, and onemoniingt ... f.-t tn tind tho entire outline of artist awoke to find tho entire outline of tho portrait changed/ He could scarce-iM/„ vnrv fiFmilulB* omu iu uiu wiuuu« vuu will show you. You tee that boose at ly recognize in the emaciate.^ «"d haggard countenance tho glowing conception he bud embodied. pallid there, we jzoi permission

wido'w with three children. They are very destitute. Como to the window I

urem iw we"""

a couple rooms fie honso has fa»*o and expressionless eyes he had occupy I i™ to m. lack of ironuiueness in hi!

long

time,

There

k. re

ia nii'i tribnted to a lack of genuineness in his

um /v* n. materials but when iho outlines wero

going to destruction they are will- clyinged hesu^i^cted tbo wiuso and inth »t Mrs. Grant should stay there di nantly dismissed the keep *r. i, tho revonaeful artist marred by a f*w it

u»ey nru pro rapid strokes of bis skillful brushJ

with sufficient, for about three .only restored by years

.^i a

l„cliaand China, which her brother

from India and China, which her brothor had brought ber, that all thoughts of the widow across the way had entirely escaped her mind. She hai fully intended to do so much, particularly for. the children. Sho haft lots of things she was going to send them.

One week from the day she had prom

'11® }om] to take care of Mrs. Grant, Capt. Ob, George, I forgot all ®^°ut Bart Jolt came in, saying: "It is going to ing tbat money and wine. Please don nlcht. and I am afraid a look angry. I am so sorry."

-™V™rv- amm Mrrv be a bitter cold night, ana am airam a

Iso Tm not angry, Nellie, but very sor- great deal of suffering, tco. I w.sb I

»i

palifMH indus-

tTV. Header, need wo name the artists, 'Health,

w^°

grassy

paints tho flowers and

carpet" no leas than the human

inn divine—Disease, tbo dreaded artist ho revels among the ruins both of nature and humanity—and Carelessness tho keeper to whom Health often intrusts his portraits. And is it not tho be?uty of woman tho mo?jt admired of a'l the works which adorn the studio of Health, that Disease oftonost seeks to mar? The slightest stroke of bis brush, utx.n tho delicate organization leaves an imprint that requires i?iuch fK ill and patience to efface. R^toration must be prompt. Carelessness mus« be dismissed. I^et suffering women bee *he warning ere Disease has marred, their chief beauty-Health—beyond' reparation. Dr. Pierced Favorite Prescription has been used by thousands of thoso sufferers.-and they are unanimous in their praise of its excellence. If you would be transformed from tho pallid, nervous invalid Into a happy, vigorous woman, try it.

1 mo W

week in vonr own town. Terms a fi. HAIXKTT &

JflV,

outril in

cu.,^laud,Mmnc.