Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 10, Number 5, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 2 August 1879 — Page 6

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Two men wete" talking 8y the •Of *h bad been ana wuat might .._ And as the (trot his hopes made Known,

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The tid* upon the bar made moan.. -"The boon I auk of fate Is fame— A world known and hanored name. I ask not love. Let that paw by. & If fame be mine that cannot die. Those In the valley seek for love

feet most climb the heights above." "I ask not fame," the other skid: ,. "WJ a matters praise when am dead *, Be mine the boon of love and home, Prom which my feet may never roam. The lowliest path will plessant be

Harper's Monthly.

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Romance of hampton.

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CHAPTER I.

The Adriatic, after a swift ran down tbe Channel, was lying in tbe harbor of Queenatown, waiting for tbe mail, on a pleasant Sunday afternoon, about ten years ago. Leaning over ber rail and looking at tbe town, was a man of ratber more tiban thirty yeara of age,, tall and well made, of tfe|eet Britfehfotoe, witb light hair, full blonde be«rd and mustache, complexion browned as If by an

bis blue eyes grew wistful as be beard tbe bells ringing for the afternoon service. '•A penny for your thoughts, Foreytb," said a voice behind bim. "I oan fancy you, like homesick Father Maboney, saying to yourself, "'On this I ponder

As. far I wander, And still grow fonder. Sweet Cork, of thee.'"

Captain Forsyth, of the Royal (late Bengal) Engineers, aCq&d etec^ and turned with a smile to spokesman. The latter was aa\Amerfcan of medium height, witbdfrkeyes apd hair, long mustache, and Mironi hair, long mustache, and a-Slrong fine, and showing by his miliary bearing and a soar on his cheek that tbe late civil war bad ound him at, the front. Tbe two bad met in Englaqd, one on •sick leave from India, and the other just .completing a ltm European trij», and become f««' tViends. "So you*now the 'Bells o( Shandon,'" said Forsyth. "No, I was not thinking about them. I was sentimentalising a little about turning my back on Ola England, although it is absurd enough tbat I should, so little have I seen of ber for those many weary, long years, and so little is there to keep me here." "I don't believe a word of it," said John Warden. "You bad best confess tbat you are dreading the barbarous country to whloh you are going. Did you not bear the conversation in tbe )ffee room of tbe' Adelpbi' night before last, between tbat dry, taciturn New-

Yorker and the Londoner in search of information, who asked him if itWai true that gentlemen ia New York occasions! ly cartiqdf 'what you call a bowie-knife, you know?' 'Not occasionally, but habitually.' said the NewYorker. 'If you should come out there, and take a walk down Wall Street any fine morning, you would net fail to flna one of your countrymen quivering oh •the pavement.' I don't suppose you be.liave that, or tbat we shoot oufialoes tn Central Park but you have an idea tbat 1? ew York and Boston are in partibua infldelium

••No,"

said Forsytb, with a smile "I

am entirely open tooonviction, and am prepared to find jf«r great country quite as interesting «d as Jolly as you «an make It

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I have never told yon

before, either, tbat it has an extraordinary attraction for me, from tbe fact tbat niv great-grandfather laid bia bones there during the RevoluMoiiary war. He did not even have the honor of beino killed in action, but died of fever, and wa* burled, no one knows jast where, and thereby bancs a tale, which shall bear sometime. But here coins the mails, and some new passengers. Let us have a look at them."

Tbe steamer was soofi off tbe Banks, and making, under full nil and steam, at least fourteen mote at tbe last heaving of tbe log. The smokibg room was pleasanttv lighted, and our two friends ware enjoying their daars In one ooroer, when warder reminded Forsyth of hta promise to tell bim tbe story of hit connection with America. The latter settled himself comfortably in his seat, and began without hesitation: "I waa born, aa you know, in India. I was sent home to oe educated, obtained a commission, went oat again, was placed at once on duty, and worked my way up. I was at Delhi when It was taken, and was nearly chosen to accompany Salkeld and Home when they went In to blow up tbe Cashmere Gate. SHd yon ever hear of It, the apleidid affair—lirst one lieutenant, then the next, tnen the sergeants, one arter another stepping up only to be shot as they tried to place and fire the petard? Good heavens! what a time It waa! But what baa tbat ui do with my story? I forgot my-

His eye bad grown brigbL and there was a flush on hie cheek. Warden begged him to say more about those stormy times, but he replied tbat he had nothing to tell which would Interest the party who bad been attracted by the sudden excitement of bis manner and tbe rising tonei of bis voice. "It was only the recollection of tboee days coming over me, gentlemen," said bef "You don't know what it la to fight climate, that. It and nobody •kirke I may say, however, as I have excited your curiosity, that we succeeded there. The third sergeant, coming up in turn saw tbat the second had lighted tbe fuse before be was shot, ana be told the bugler to sound the charge. Htm UM two lamped into tbe ditch,

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If love Is there to walk with me." Ah, strange Indeed the waysol fate, The tangled threads will not come straight! Love cune to him who asked for feme The world nasnever heard his name,

The great world's praises In hia ears, ly which weie «K or valley's rest?

A nd~wonders vaguely which weie best. The hill's w.de view 01 To him who asked for love and home, Came fame, and ever most he roam. Through all tbe world his fame Is knpvp, Bbt he goes on, unloved, alone. -a •, Men envy him. They cannotknow The human heart that hungers so For love and home. Below he sees With longing eyes, the valley's peace, But up the hlHs he climbs alone He asked for bread and found a stone. Ob. rorely tangled skein of tele! Home time, God grant, the threads come straight!

and—don't you remember how Kingsley puts it? Our fellows want swarming in to Vengeance.'

He ait silent for a few minutes, then went on in a lower tone: "My father was killed in tbe assault. He had, of course, known that this waa likely to happen any day, and he had before told me something of our fkmtly affairs. It seems that my great-grand-father, Douglass Forsyth (my own name as you know), was an offloetln one of the regiments sent out by George tbe Third to quell the revolt In his American colonies. He was about twenty-five years of sge, and bad left a young wife and one child at home. After a long delay, Intelligence was reoeived of bis death by fever, which had been prevalent on board of a transport on which he was stationed with a detachment of men. "His widow survived bim but a short time, and tbe child, my grandfather, WKS supported and educated by his relatives, and became a soldier, in bis turn, just as did my father and myseir. It is the family occupation, and my associations from my earliest boyhood have been with. camps and batteries. My mother died wten I was fifteen, and I was often separated in tbe line of duty from my father. It was just when the munity broke upon us tbat he told me of a singular episode in the family history. "A relative, an ecoentrio and solitary old man, owning a beautiful estate near Tunbridge Wells, In Kent, had shown some interest in tbe Forsyth who had gone to America. He had died, apparently intestate, some time before the news had come of the death of the latter, and tbe property h*d passed into the hands of a distant branch of the family. Long alter this a will was found drawn up in perfectly regular form, and devising the Kent estate to Donglas Forayth. It became at once a matter of importance to ascertain whether the latter had died before or after the teetator. as in the one case the devise was held to have lapsed, and in the other, tbe property would undoubtedly come into tbe bands of bis son. and so on to my father and myself. Ail possible inquiries were made on behalf of my grandfather, but witb no success In establishing a claim. There bad been much confusion and excitement among the forces at the supposed time of Major Forsyth's death, and many of tbe records and reports relating to army matters had been lost in a dispatch vessel whloh had foundered at 96&* "The transport on board of whloh he was reported to have died was at tbat time lying somewhere near NeW York, but no one knew exactly where. She had been broken up wben the inquiries were made some of the officers were dead, and tbe survivors could give no definite information. The testation died on tbe 16th of October, 1779 the death of Major Forsyth was known fn England at Christmas of tbat year, and was generally believed and admitted to nave occurred about the middle QE end of September. At all events, nothing came of it. 'Possession is nine points of the law,' and, as one of your American urists used to add, 'you might as well my ten.' "My father accepted my grandfather's conclusion, and made no move in the matter, ana so it has remained. Singularly enough, I heard when in London that the family in possession was nearly extinct, and the estate likely to go into Chancery." "A very interesting case, my dear captain. Has it never ocourred to you that evidence might be obtained in America which would be of service? It ought not to be difficult to find out where tbe transport was, and there might be local records."

The speaker was a well known New York lawyer, returning from a holiday trip, to whom Warden bad presented Forsyth. "Perhaps," said the latter "but it seemed a hopeless task, and I was a long way off and then, too, I am quite alone in tbe world, and nave really hardly had an adequate motive for entering on such a Herculean task as that would probably be." "Well, my friend*" said tbe lawyer, "I repeat tbat it is an interesting case. If you change your mind, perhaps I could help you. Now let me give yon a good Havana."

In a few days the steamer was running along in sight of Long Island, with

walking

Forsyth, and laying down a programme for their movements on reaching the wharf. "Our house in town will undoubtedly be cloeed," said be, "and I expect to bear tbat my family are all at their favorite summer resort—Easthampton, a quaint old town on Long Island, about opposite which We are now. There will be nothing to keep us in New York in this summer weather, and yotumMt (dim your iMprewiooa of Jl under more favorable circumstances. It would be too much like tbe Mofussil, and Punjab, and «the other hot plaoes with unpronounceable

Barnes

about wbioh you

talk but I will take you to a spot which

tan—this little quiet country village. This pan will also afford me an early opportunity of presenting you to my family." •'I am In your hands," replied Forsyth, "and appreciate your kind intentions in my behalf,"

That evening saw the two friends in New York, and next morning the train was taking tbem through the Woods and over tbe du9ty levels of Long Island. Arriving at Bridgebatapton, and taking the covered vehicle called in local parlance a "stage," but dlflforimt entirely from one's traditions of tbe same, they drove for hair a dosKm miles to tbe eastward, at the end of whloh they found themselves entering along wide street. At eaoh end an old fashioned windmill stood sentry over an equally old tsahioned grave-yard. An ancient academy was vis ci via a more anoient "meetinghouse," and quaint weatberbeaten unpainted houses were ranged on both sides, faced by rows of venerable trees. From tbe north end of this old street stretches to tfc* eastward tbo road to Amaganftett and Montattk: at the other it Is merged into a road leading to tbe beach. Few towns more remarkable than old Easthampton exist in this country. Lacking the relics of colonial state and prosperity to be found in Eastern New England. It is In no way behind it In venerable respectability, and takes tbe lead In thorough conservatism and tbe preservation of a distinctly American character. Upon the scattered stgns are tbe same names as those tn the earliest town records, and the New Yorker seeking ground for a summer borne finds the sturdy, independent farmer or fisherman by no means Inclined to undervalue a oornej of tbe estate which has been two hundred and thirty years in his family. An air of and contentment pervades every thing, and no one Is in a hurry, unless a whale or a acbaol of menhaden be signaled. H*r» dwelt for long years that stout old Colonel lion Gardiner, wboee measory i» flagrant is this region,

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In the daya of Indian rings It Ja refresh lng to read of the friendship Of thia colonial aoldieie with the head of the great tribe who owned and tkiokif populated the rolling peninsula of Monteak, where now grass tbe Easthampton oattle. In one of the old grave-yards are the tombs of this noted family, and near tbe side of tbe 8ag Harbor road tbe hollow where the remains of the chieftain rested on their last jonrney Is still kept intact and free from leavea or rubbish by tbe poor remnants of his raoe.

So much had Warden told Forsyth, wben tbe "stage*' stopped In front of one of the larger bouses. In another moment tbe former was tbe centre of a group of excited, demonstrative relatives, to whom bl» friend was in due oourse presented-r-* fine, hale, white whiskered father, a dignified and graceful mother, a sister. Miss Ethel, and a eouain, Miss Nellie Warden, both about nineteen, and a young brother, Master Sam, of thirteen. To them suoceed tbe owner of tbe house, a self-possessed citizen of the republio, who saluted Warden, and then proceeded to take obarge of the lnggage, affording to Forsyth a new and curious study or national cbaracterietlca. This was a descendant of one of tbe founders of tbe town, living on the land assigned to and in the bouae built by bia ancestor. In tbe oourse of an active sea-faring life be bad visited tbe remote oorners of tbe earth, and traversed many seas—now watching for pirates wben becalmed in Gaspar Straits or the Eastern Passage, and again rounding the Horn In fierce winter gales, or chasing the wbale in tbe Okhotsk Sea. His wanderings had brought forth resulta in bis comfortable bank aooount and the curiosities displayed in his house and in the afternoon of his days be was entirely willing to add to his income by receiving summer boarders, treating them witb a grave courtesy, commanding exactly the same respect which it expressed. It was agreed that this veteran, once absolute on his ship's deok, and now attending to his guest's wants, was a true gentleman.

Witb tbe tact of tbe travelled man vho has learned to adapt himself to tbe ways of many lands, Captain Forsyth accepted the snug quarters assigned to bim with but one grimaoe at the idea of a one o'clock dinner, and a certain mis* giving aa to tbe nature of the meal known as t'tea." At most as soon, bowever, as he bad dined and settled himself for a cheroot on tbe the piazzia, he began to recognize the restful/ lotuseating atmosphere of the place Watching tbe rings of smoke rising in, the dear air, his mind recuired to past times and scenes with a Curious and pleasant realization of their contrast with tbe

vVQlvVlMlUK VUv etiKUvuav vkvww through tbe wetted aromatio "tatties!" Ho# far away his old stations eeemed to bim—Delhi, Luckhow, Bangalore Calcutta—and yet only a year ago he was sitting under a punka, and wishing tbat he could get leave and have a run to Simla, where tnere were a number of pretty girls. "Don't you find this region quite a contrast to Indis, Captain Forsyth he heard, in particularly musical tones. He was on his feet in an instant, removing his hat, and throwing his cigar away. Simla and the Deccan had vanished in a second before the pretty preidln sence of Miss Nellie Warden, standing demurely before bim. Fairly tall and of graceful figure, she had brown eyea shaded almost to look blaok by their

Forsyth readily assented, and they walked out of the gate, along under tbe old trees, past the quiet cemetery, and

down

the sandy road beyond. Directly before tbem there soon came in sight, framed by low sand-dunes, glimpses of the* blue waves of the Atlantic. The wind was off shore, and scores of whitesailed schooners were speeding east and west, and on the horizon rose the smoke of an incoming European steamer. Along the shore, as far as tbe eye conld reach, came in tbe successive lines of surf. Everything was gleaming in the bright, dear, eleotrio atmosphere, suoh as Forsyth had never before seen. "How beautiful!" he exclaimed. "I thought tbat you would 4lke It," said his companion. "Wie all think this one of the finest beaches in the country," 1 "But there are no signs of the ^fctern and rock-bound coast* on wbtoh the poet tells us tbat the Pilgrims landed." "It was one of your country wothen who wrote that," quickly replied the young lady. "There is not a rooky point between Narragansett Bay ana the Capes bf Florida, nf coarse there are some on the New England coast buM believe none where the Mayflower anchored. But the mistakes about the landing place are not greater than those abont tbe Pilgrims themielves." "Doyou not admire them, then?"4"* "Oh no I thlnlc they were a set of dreadful old fellows. My cousin says tbat a gentleman rose at a public dinner, wben tbey baa been toasting tbe Pilgrim Fathers, and suggested'that something should be said fn laudation of tbe Pilgrim Mothers, who had been obliged to endure all the sufferings that the Pilgrim Fathers encountered, and the Pilgrim Fathers themselves besides."

Forsyth laughed heartily at the vehemence of his pretty oompanlon, and complied with her suggestion that they should walk alongthebeach'. She had already begun to interest bim, the roe peat of her society was very pleas* ant. During the walk the conversation was easy and lively between them, and the views novel and Interesting On the one side they saw the sand hills, and between them glimpsed Of the auaint old town lying dosing, as It were, In the eun. On the other were the bim waves, beautiful enough as one saw tbem then, but needing only the rialng wind to make tbem very terrible. From Montank Point to Coney Island there Is but one approach to shelter or landing place, knJt tbat available bat for small, vessels and tbus, to a thoughtful mind, there are painful sngmations inseparable from a sight of the mth Shore. The gay crowd of bathera,

QAJB) VDUW UUO v» UIO |HV«UIV 9 other with ita raging winter galea, the driving snow, the drifting vessel*, and the helpless crews. Is brought to mind by tbe sigbt of the life-saving station behind tbe high dunes, and the regular Unea of bead stones in tbe old cemetery.

Of wreck, or disaster, or distress of any kind, no thought came into the minds of the Mr lady and brave man, who, after traversing the beach for some distance to the east, turned Into a byroad leading by a tortuous course to the farther end of tbe village. From one subject of common interest tbey passed to another. Forsyth told to a sympathetic listener some details or his past life, and Uieyeani aj^eat abroad.

From

her he learned wtnellUng of herself, an orphan ward, aa she was of her uncle, and of her pleasant sunny life of the family who bad been everything to her, especially of John ana of nle sister, recently engaged to an officer of tbe army, "with a fair prospect," as she expressed it, "of passing her days at some forlorn station in Ariaona or Alaska." The road aeeqied abort enough and when tbey re-entered tbe village, they Were aurprised to bear the hor of she Sag Harbor stage, and aee the aumnaer realdents wending their way to the little postofllce for tbeir afternoon mail. Not a little curiosity was plainly excited in more tban onjoquarter in regard to the new coiner. i.? "Who's that feller. Bill, do you know?" asked one stalwart citizen of another, as tbey lekned over a fence. "He's a stoppln' at Conant's 'long with Squire Warden's folks," was the reply. "I fetched him from Bridgehamptoh to day 'long with the young oap'n, and. they let on tbat be was a Britisher, a friend of his from the Bast Ingees, or some plaoe like that. He a real good appearin' chap, anyway." "Yes, said the other, "and that ntece of the squire's ia an everlaattn' good lookln' girl. They make a first-rate couple."

That's so," ejaculated the seoond speaker. "I don't generally take mncb stock in Britiahers, but he seems like a good feller. I hope be is if he is goin' to make up to her. 1 ain't seen no one keepln' company with her this summer. I cal kilate she ain't easy to wit. Hello! there's tbe old gentleman comin' out of the doctor's. I Wonder if he'll recognize a countryman?"

From a substantial and very comfortable looking house, not far from the

e'orsytb

ostofflce, there had come, just before and his oompanlon reached it, an old man of dignified and refined appearance. He was tall, but somewhat bent with sge, and leaned heavily on his stick as he walked slowly along. His face brightened as he recognized Miss Warden, and he aaluted ber with a warm shake of tbe band, and with much of old fashioned courtesy in hiB manner. She greeted him pleasantly, and presented Forsyth "as a countryrnan. "I am very bappy to see you, captain," he said. "Visitors from the old country are rarce axes In this quiet town. I have been an exile myself for many years but. my native lana is very dear to me. Will you not call upon me and give me the

Sear

.1 figure, she had brown eyea —most to look blaok by their

long lashes, bright brown hair lying crisply down on her forehead, fair skin with brilliant color, and small and delioate hands and feet. She was dressed in light, cool muslin, wore a large straw bat, and carried a sun umbrella. "1 am afraid vou have been deserted," said she. "They are killing tbe fatted calf for the returned wanderer. Would you not like to go down to beach

leasure of along talk with you? My Mtss Warden, I tifust that you too willoome soon to see me, and bring the sunshine, as always, with you. Now I see'your consihs coming td tneet yon. and you must1 be off.1 Good evening and lifting hia hat, he passed alowly on "Pray tell me who your very high bred and dignified frlfend is, Miss Warden," said Forsyth, as1 they resumed their walk "He is our great, local celebrity,", she replied. "I should have told you about him even If we haa not

met

blm, but it

is alongstorftmnd btfreiooftie Ethel and John, and it is alxnost tea time." "I shall be obliged/' just then called out Worded, **lf you interesting young people will give* an1'account of yourselves. You must know, Nellie tbat Captain Forsyth te compelled to pass all his afternoons in the study "of Sanskrit and you not only Injure his prospects by Interrupting him, but you make your elderly adtnlrer there furiously jealous.'' "Major Warden," said Forsyth, dryly, "this young laday most kindly consented, in causfderacion of your desertion of me, to act as your substitute in showing me something of the place. I need not say that the change was a ,st agreeable one."

Captain Forsyth, I was engaged in

dishments with whioh.you sought to lead me from the rigid path of self-im-provement which I had markel out for myself. I magnanimousl spared your character, however." "In that case,- John, let us go into tea," said Miss Nellie. "We must make the ordeal of this novel meal as easy as possible for the captain."

She took her cousin's Arm, and led the way toward the house, Forsyth: follow ing with Ethel. "Will this meal include the dish from which an Italian traveler Records that he suffered In Boston^yeaes ago* the greatest Indigestion of hia^ife, Miss Wardentf? asked he. "It is described as consisting^ of salt fish and pork scrap*, Whatever, they may be '1 "Vou will soon see foe yourself, oap* tain*" rejoined thla youngisdy, who, although quite different from her cousin, wa^nesriy as 'pretty and ptqnante. "f suppose tbat youare 'pining -for the hot curries and the fried plantains abonfr which Captain Conant so often tells us." "Miss Warden, at the present moment I pine for nothing I am in a state of absolute content. 'At the same time, let me tell you," he went on, eententionsly, after tbey had reached tbe dining room, sklnted tbe assembled comprfhy, and taken their seats* "that the living in Indl* is net to be despised. You rise fceiore daylight, have a cop of coffee, take a ride, and come home to your ehota hatree, or little breakfast. Then, at noon, vou have late breakfast, or tiffin—tbe*curry abont wbioh you jokefwith sweet mango cbutnee, and Bombay ducks, and—" "There'sMeked-up cod-fish, an'chipped beef, an' scrambled eggs, an' hot biscuit," said a aharp though kindly voice at bis ear.

He stopped, aghast' for a moment then seeing iil-conosaled merriment on tbe young ladies' ffcoes, he begged Miss Nellie to choose for him. "Your tiffin, with dot hostess's additkm% would he a good deal like a dish wbioh.Isaw in a hotel bill of fare at Niagara—'International Stew,'" said John Warden to him, totto voce, while Master Sam. who had gathered from tbe incomplete description an impression of sn unlimited ntfoiber oftineala, remarked tbat it must be bully, and he would go there as soon as be had enough stomps. This youth had evidently begun to make a hero of tbe captain, and he waa restrained from aoonrse of monopoll*in ot their 1 ceeded in making him entirely at home.

astralned from aoonrse of monopollzig questionings only by tbe prseenoe bia parents, both of whom engaged beir guests in conversation, ana sue-

Wben the party bad adjourned to the veranda, Forsyth aaked Nellie to tell him about the old gentleman whom they had met that afternoon. "He haa lived here nearly thirty yeara," she said. "He came apparently to stay for a short time, but with the exception of one trip of twelve miles, has never been farther off than Sag Harbor in all these yeara. No one knows who be ia. He is from Sootland, and evidently a Christian and a refined gentleman. He i.- most sympathetic, and kind, and charitable. He helped build the little Epiaoopal church, and has conducted servleee as lay read6JTe" "But can no one find out who he Is?" a a or "It has been absolutely Impossible. Communicative on all other subject*, he haa never failed to turn off witb tact and pnlltirniwi all attornpU to pnMtnto Us

incognito, and through all the daya that be baa lived here never baa given a few to hta Identity. He loves to see company, and many of tbe summer visitors make a point of calling on him. You muat not fui to go."

Tbe captain was greatly Interested in this mystery, sud assured ber tbat h«f should make an early call. After a

Sobn,

leasant evening and a late dgar with be retired to bis room. It had been a red-letter day for bim, full of new and pleasant experienoee, central among whiob was bis delightful acquaintance with the beautiful American girl. From distraoting remembrances of the journey, tbe first sight of Ihe plaoe, the beach, and the mysterious old gentleman, hia thoughts reverted over and over again to her lovely fikoe and obarmlng ways, until the faint murmur of tbe waves lulled bim to a sound sleep, and the deep stillness of night settled down, ss It bad done for long, long Ion# yeara, with naugbt of disturbance or alarm to Interrupt, upon the peaceful old town.

CHAPTER II.

"Say, cap, don't go with the women to-day. Tell 'em to give you a rest, and cothe with me and look for snakes in tbe sand-hills. I bet we can find a striped adder."

Some six weeks had gilded away since Forsyth's arrival, in a novel and delightful life. He bad, in the best of company, explored the town wandered among .tbe stones of the graveyrnrda, in one of which tbe Rev. Thomas James -was, by bis spool si request, buried with his face to the east, so that in the resurrection be-may rise teeing his people and chatted with the miller, sitting on the steps of bis old-fashioned mill as the sails moved around.

He had driven with a large party through tbe wide street of Amagansett. through the sandy, wooded roads, across Napeagne Beach, where the mosquitoes do mostly congregate, past lonely Stratum's, and out to Montaufc Point, where tbe Atlantic's surges, beat reslstlessly on tbe yielding bluff and the great Fresnel light sends its rays far out to sea to oheer and guide the sailor. He had visited Southampton, showing, after two hundred and forty years, tbe unmistakable rominiscenoes of Its New England founders, had talked with old whalemen at Sag Harbor of the departed days wben their avooation was in its prime, and bought Indian relics at Orient. He bad called several times on the mysterious old gentleman from Scotland, sitting in his room among bookaand papeis, entering with a kindly interest into the affairs of hia visitors, and ohat ting pleasantly about art, literature, polities—everythbig but himself. Nearer every. morning had lound him on the beach, restricted by "long residence In a tropical cnimate'r from surf bathing, but watching tbft curiously attired people to whom it seemed to give so much pleasure.

Among the engagements of each placid day this beach excursion had become a fixture, and the tittle had almost ooine fosthe ladies to- appear this morning, wben Master Sam, who was whittling a boat out of apiece of soft wood, made his appeal for companionship on that extraordinary quest so dear to the hearts of all the youthful summer visitors. "My dear Sam," said the captain, "I like your company, but I do not like snakes, and I'm afraid I've promised to go to tbe beach with your sister and her cousin."

Sam rounded the.stern of his boat off and then said: "Cap, Jerry Williams, tbat drives us down to the beach, asked me the other day if you wasn't going to give me a jaokknife. 'Cause, yeu see, be thought Nellie was my sister and he told me tbat when a feller was going to be engaged to a boy's sister, he always gave him a jaokknife." "Sam," said the captain, quickly, "won't yon go down to the news store 'and buy' me a morning paper, and you oan go in next door and get yourself an Ice cream too." "All right," replied Sam and off he went, leaving Forsyth to a curious and more than naif bewildered train of thought.

Through theae past weeks he had gone on oonstantlv seeking Nellie's society, enjoying it more and m6re, and taking hia plaoe at her side on all occasions as the most natural .thing in tbe world but that his attentlona had been so marked as to attract the notice even of a villager Was considerable of a surprise to him. Hia mind wfea filled with mingled feelings of pleasurable excitement, of tenderness, almost of a kind of consternation, all utterly new to this stout soldier into whose lonely life no experienoee of strong sentiment had ever come. He knew that be had never seen anyohe to compare in his estimation with this sweet young American girl but how was it with her? Was It possible that she oquld xeplprooate bis feelings? All of a sudden It seemed to him that If she could not, It would be tbe saddest thing in all tbe world. It was almost with a blush, just at that moment, that he saluted her as she came out of the house with Ethel.

Tbey walked doprn tbe road to the beach, overtaken and passed by wagons and'stsges, from which laughing salutations came to tbem from groups crowded on the eeats. At the bathing bouae* tbey parted, the girls to equip themselves, and the captain to take bis seat on the sand by toe side of his friend "Moae" Stratton, ex-whaler, merchant captain, fishermau, member tn winter of tbe life saving crew, and general good fellow. "Good-mornin', oap," waa hia salutation. "Did yon ever aee folks enjoyin' themselves aa much aa they be here? There's Parson X., that give us that tough sermon last Sttndiay, skippin' about like a young unlcorm, and that gentleman over yonder just divin' under that breaker Is a judge of the Sureme Court. Ain't you goln'to take a nand to?" "No, Moae," replied Forsyth "the feet is, what with bad climate Mid expoeure, I came home not very long ago with a trouble just under the lewer rib on the right band aide, abont wbtoh, I dare say, you have beard In your travels." "Yes, Indeed, I know precious well what liver complaint is. I hain't spent three yeara in the China waters all for nothin'. But yon look hearty enough now." "Yea, I am much better, and hope to remain ao. Wben do vou go on duty in tbe life saving service?1' "fifteenth September. I can tell you thla beach Is a good deal loneeomer place in winter tban It la now. When I've come down on my beat in the mid* watch, some stormy night in January, tryin' to make head against a no'theast gale, with the sleet drfvln' In my face, I've often thought bow It looked a day like thia, with the aun shlnln', and them pretty women and children play in' all about." "Wben did you have your last ahlpwreck?" "Last February, about three o'clock in the mornln'. Within two bonis we lOntomAto SeventhFafe.1

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CHRONIC AGUE.

It Beats the Bsotsrs-icas PermaaeaUj Cared. CAKXKL, Ind., October 1, 1878.

MR. A. KiBrjss—During tbe tall of last year I took the ague so prevalent in this oonntry. I at once put myself under the treatment of my family physiclau, who gave me the usual remedy, quinine and olncbonldla. He bad no dlmnui ty in breaking the ague, but it returned again and again, and I beoame so dlsoouraged as almost to lose all hope of a permanent cure. Having paid not lets tban 975 for doctor's bill ana medicines, It looked hopeless, but at the suggestion of Mr. N. G. Hanold I tried yoorTaraxtneand two bottles did the work so completely that I have had no chills since, and I am in perfect health.

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About four months «go I need two. bottles of Taraxlne for habitual constipation, with which I had been troubled greatly for many years. It gave me complete relief but I did not need to use as full doses as recommended. It also removed a continued feeling of soreness and oppression over the regions of the liver and stomach, and also greatly improved my digestion, which had be^n very poor for many years. I have taken none for the last two months, but my Improved condition still continues. I might say I have thoroughly tested several popular stomach bitters, and can confidently say I regard the Taraxlne far superior to anything I have used.

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