Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 10, Number 36, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 6 March 1880 — Page 6

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR TTIE PEOPLE.

THE HAPPY HOUR.

The busy day is oyer, The hotuenold work is done The cares that fret the morning

Have faded with the snn And in the tender twilight I sit in happy rest, With my darling little baby

Asleep upon my breast.

White lids, with silken fringes, Shut oat the waning light A little hand close folded

Holds mamma's fingers tight And in their soft white wrappings, At last In perfect rest. Two dainty feet are cuddled,

Like birdies in a nest.

All hopes and loves unworthy Depart at this sweet hour: All pure and noble longings

Renew their holy power For Christ, who, In the Virgin, Our motherhood has blest, Is near to every woman

With a baby on her breast.

Novelist.<p></p>LOTTIE,

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THE SEWING GIRL

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MYSTERY OF THE IRON CHEST.

BY ALEXANIMSR ROBERTSON M. D.

[Thlsstory was bej&n in The Mall, Jan. 17ih. Back numbers can be had of news agents, or by sending five cents for each copy to the office of the Saturday Evening Mall,]

CHAPTER XXVI. A STARTLING SURPRISE.

The Californian was standing close beside Rogor, and his was the only eye that witnessed the dastardly blow. Uttering a cry like that of a wild beast, the Gold King sprang forward and clasped Keuben by tho shoulder.

The desperado had, with his comrades, witnessed the brave decent of their intended victims from the roof of the building, but with different motives from what they experienced.

Their batrod was not so bitter as his, and had been partially satiated by the recovery of the precious jewels (as they considered them), so that when they saw Roger's bold escape from the flames, in their admiration they cheered with the rest of tho crowd.

Not so Reuben Flint. His black heart was bnbbling over with fury and rage, and daring ail he crept behind the artist so as to thrust his dagger to his heart.

Wheu the Californian grasped him. the desperado turned with an oath ana uiftdo a vicious pass at him with the blade that had already pierced Roger's flesh.

Old Sharpe was on hand, however, and caught the knife arm in his firm grip. -Before Reuben could do aught to Further his escape, the deteotive had thrown his weight upon him.

Roger hnd fainted away, and lay like one dead. Hoarse cries broke from the surging mob, for their whole sympathy was with the handsome artist, who they thought had been murdered.

Reuben uttered a yoll of terror as he saw arms outstretched from all quarters reaching eagerly toward him, while

"Lynch the murderer!" "Up with him 1 Shoot the hound No wonder his cowardly heart beat like a trip hammer, and his limbs rofusoil to do their duty. Old Sharpe knew that heooulddo naught to restrain tho mad mob, nor did he care to risk his life for such a craven. Besides, he believed the fiend had really murdered his employer, and would have been averse to choking the life out of Reuben himself.

Before another minute had passed, tho wrotch had been pounced on by the mob and, amid his shrieks and cries, carried oil. His comrades of the league followed, hoping for a chance to rescue him, but it is dangerous to meddle with a mob at any time, and ..they realized this fact.

Reuben Flint was carried to a neighboring lamp post, and a rope, obtained from some quarter, passed around his neck. When the wretch looked upon that surging sea of angry faces and saw not one gleam of pity, he realized that lil-uloOMi was sealed.

It must have been a terrible feeliug that seized upon him when this became a conviction in his mind. Rude hands -had hurled him hither and thither, and now, without giving him time to pray lor mercy, even If he had been capable of doing so, they jerked hlni up into the air.

Tho last his comrades saw of him, Keuben was dancing a hornpipe on nothing, aud alarmed at his fate they turned and lied.

In tho meantime the detective and the Californian hnd bent over Roger, and the former, with his little knowledge of surgery, pronounced the cut only a flesh wound of no serious nature.

They carried him to a neighboring house and then sent for a doctor, but beforo the man of medicine arrived, Roger had come back to consciousness, BO that When the physician did arrive and found the three men seated on the lounge eagerly conversing, he was at a loss to determine which of them was his patient.

A brief examination of the wound was sufficient to corroborate the detective's statemont, aud the doctor said all that would be necessary was rest for a oouple of days.

The kni'e had been well aimed, and the intentions of the would-be murderer good, but the point had glanced from Bomo article in Roger's v«it pocket, and the blade, instead of passing through his heart, had pierced his aide, inflicting a painful wound.

The shock was such that, coming after the conglomerated adventures of the night, Rogor had fainted away, as the strongest man might have done in like circumstances.

By this time the fire engiues had arrived upon the spot aud set to work. They might just as well have staved away, however, for there were no buildings near enough to be tired, and the crowd had torn away the wooden fences that would otherwise have been the means of communicating the flames to oining houses, is for the old brewery itself, a hnndrod engines eon Id not have saved it, for the demon of fire had full possession and through the few windows the spectators could see the flames whirling madly around, as if searching fbt new objects to devour, while through the top, where the roof had been, huge billows shot upward as though striving to lick the hetfveos.

It was a spectacle fall of deep gran* deur, and Roger, la spite of his Wound I —which doctor had cart" 1 ap-pewl^i in stopping ij—

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it until his friends at length were compelled almost to lead him to a carriage and take him home.

Once there the artist realized bow weak he •as, and how mueh in need of sleep. He was lost in a dreamless slumber two minutes after they put him upon the lounge in his studio.

When ne opened his eyes be thought at first that be had gone to sleep after tiring himself out painting, and the events of the last few nights were but dreams but, upon glancing up, be saw the noble looking Californian seated at the table, turning over the pages of his sketch book. His hands were bound up, and it was evident that he had been badly burned when he hauled that heavy ladder out of the fire.

Looking at him,- Roger remembered all that had passed, and there came into his mind the strange words used by the Californian, in his agitation, when he gazed upon the jewels with the strange crest of old Sqnire Hurl but upon them.

Who was the Gold King? Before he could revolve this in his mind the gentleman noticed him moving, and came to his side. Although Roger felt somewhat stiff and sore, he knew he was all right, but the Californian would not let him arise.

There had been several friends to call upon him while he slept, and the porter of the building bad brought in a package of letters which had come during Roger's absence.

At Roger's request he read them aloud, and at length came to one without a postage stamp, and which had evidently been delivered: 'MR. ROGER RAYMOND

If at home, will you be so kind as to call, at your convenience, as I wish to consult you in regard to the old Hurl but estate, which has so lately fallen into the bands of Lottie and myself.

HESTER DAYTON.

"Heaven be praised!" cried the Californian, leaping to his feet "yes, Heaven be praised, for I have found my dear wife again!"

.CHAPTER XXVII. FROM THE GRAVE.

Roger's astonishment when he heard this exclamation on the part of his friend, the Gold King, was beyond the power of pen to portray.

The Californian seemed worked up as if by an electric battery, and was walking the floor excitedly, pressing the signature of the latter to his lips, and murmuring words of fond endearment the while.

Roger looked at him in wonder. Was this really the beloved husband whom Mrs. Dayton considered dead for years, a martyr to tho rebellion? If so, what happiness and bliss awaited them!

Before ne could collect his scattered thoughts, and endeavor to see through tho whole matter, the Gold King seemed to realize that there was a means of finding out whether his suspicions were well founded or not, near at hand. In another instant he was at the side of the artist, his right hand clasping that of Roger, the letter In the other, and a wild, eager light flashing from his eyes. "Mr. Raymond, tell me, for the sake of Heaven, who is this Hester Dayton? I was a captain during the war. At Shi loh I received a wound in the head and was reported dead, though really an inmate of Llbby Prison. There I remained between one and two years without being able to get a word to the dear ones at home. "Then, in company with some others, I escaped. My comrades were either shot down or recaptured through the agency of blood hounds. I alone es caped, wandering through the swamps until I reached the river. "HAW* fell 'he crew of a blockade runner, and was made to serve 011 board until near the close of the war, when I escaped. I hurried North, but not a trace of my loved ones could I discover, though I searched the whole city over. "Despairing at length of success, I went to the West, where I owned some mines that had been considered worth l£ss, but I soon proved them to be among the richest ever worked in California. When wealth flowed in upon me like the water into the rivers, at every point, I determined to return East and prosecute the search anew for traces of my loved ones, living or dead, from whom I had been separated four years and here I am. Now tell me, my friend, is this lady my wife?"

His emotion was intense, and it seemed as though every fiber of his being was worked up to a tremendous pitch of excitement. It took him but a few minutes to hurriedly narrate his story, "She is your wife," replied Roger. "And my darlings, Lottie, Jo® and Kenny?" he asked in breathless eagerness. "All well," returned Roger. "Thank God!" burst fervently and reverently from the gentleman's lips.

Roger arose and led him to the picture on the easel, which he hastened to uncover.

The Gold King uttered a cry of surprise. "Is my Lottie such a queenly worn an?" ho could not halp asking.

Roger soon assured him that she was the sweetest and most beautiful girl in all Now York. Agleam of intelligence came iuto the proud father's eyes, as though he understood how matters were, but he was too full of Impatience to lluger. "When yon have seen your dear ones, come back to me. 1 have something to tell you in regard to the jewels buried by your ancestor—and mine,—Squire iiurlbnt. Now go, and may God give ou much happiness in your meeting, emember me kindly to all," said Roger.

Another instant, and with the directions written upon paper in his hand, the eager California Gold King was gone, Securing a hack, he ordered the Jehu to drive to the tenement near Broadway, and which was not more than a mile away.

Who could describe the feelings that ran riot in bis breast For long, weary years he bad not seen the loved ones at home, and he bad been as dead to them: Now, after this separation that was almost equal to death itself, he was about to meet them again.

The back drew up at the tenement, and after inquiring if Mre. Dayton lived there, so as to make sure, the gentleman sprang to the pavement.

In the doorway a little boy was stand* ing, and the heart of the Gold King gave a leap in bis bosom as his eyes rested upon the golden curls and beautiful face. "What is your name, my little man?" be asked, stooping down before the lad.

His voice was trembling with excitement, but there was that bright halo of love about his face that unconsciously drew the little boy toward him. Afraid of strangers as he was, Kenny found no lear in his heart for this man.

Drawing his little form up proudly, he said, in a firm voice: "My name is Kenneth Dudley Day* ton." "The man caught him up in bis arms and clasped him to his breast, pressing bum^fr kisses upoti his fee©. "K ny.my Utile boy Kenny! Iam your «***d. Gome, let us go to motl a_i L_ !«.'*

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With bis arms clasped around the neck of the Gold King, Kenny allowed himself to be carried swiftly up the stairs.

Mrs. Dayton sat eewing in the room, and arose as she heard a man's steps upon the stairway. Arising to her feet she saw the door open and little Kenny walked in. Then her eyes caught sight of a shadowy figure in the hall without, and a sudden tremor shook her frame.

It reminded her of one who would ever be in her memory, the dearly beloved husband who was supposed to be resting under the sod at Shlloh. "Mother, here's a gentleman to see you. He hugged mo and kissed me, and said be was my lather," said the child.

White as the marble tombstone she had erected to his memory grew that devoted wife's face. The tall figure came into the room eyes so full of love that they seemed angelic, looked into the depths of each other's soul.

Il was the supreme moment of these two lives, parted by fate, united by a kind Providence. All else faded into nothingness—the bitter heartache when news came from the seat of war of Captain Dayton's death, the feeling of despair that settled over the man's heart when he searched New York in vain for the darlings that were lost to him—all of these pains of the past were swallowed up in the emotion that took hold of their hearts now.

For fully a minute they stood thus, with eyes hungrily soannlng each other's lineaments. "Dudley, is it you?" came from between her white lips. "I have come to you, my wife, even from the grave. Ob, my precious treasure, may God be thanked for this happy moment," he cried, fervently.

She gave a deep sigh of unutterable pence a look of complete joy, such as bad not been seen upon her face for years, crossed it now, and then she fainted away. Lottie came hurriedly in from the next room to find her mother in the arms of a gray bearded man.

CHAPTER XXVIII. SECRET OF THE IRON CHEST. No wonder Lottie was amazed at the sight, but when the gentleman turned aiter layinp Mrs. Dayton in the easy chair, and she saw his face, a scream burst from her lips. "Father!"

Another instant and the sewing girl was in the arms of the dearly loved parent whom she had mourned as dead so long.

It was a vivid picture. The Gold King held his daughter tight to his heart, and Lottie'a arms were tij htly clasppd around his neck. Little Kenny did not understand what it all meant. His mother, after being clasped in the man's arms, seemed to be lying dead in her chair, and now it appeared as though Lottie was about to follow her example.

In spite of his timidity, Kenny could be as bold as a lion when those he loved were in danger. He attacked tho legs of the Gold King furiously, kicking and scratching with all his puny strength, while he cried as if his heart would

Lottie was the first to realize the of fensive movements of the little wildcat for Captain Dayton was too much engrossed in his emotions just then and it was she who drew Kenny away while the Gold King went about tho work of reviving his wife.

It, was a happy group that Joe's be wildered eyes rested upon as he came home for his supper. Tt\e lamp was lit. Captain Dayton wUU-Koimy upon his lap. Upon eacn side of him sat the loved ones whom his arms encircled.

What did it all mean? "Joe, my boy, have you no welcome for your father?"

Words could not paint the joy of the boy when the truth was made known to him. He hugged his father like a bear, then cried for sheer happiness in his mother's arms, and onded the whole performance by crowing liko a full fledged rooster, and walking from one end of the room to the other on his hands, an acrobatic feat with which he was very familiar.

When the soldier beard the story of bow Joe had proven himself a little man by taking the care of the family on his shoulders when they were at the depth of their despair, he could not find words enough to express his feelings, but, drawing the laa to hindMte looked into gently on

his bright eyes, kisse the forehead and said: "Heaven bless you, my boy!''

They talked until late into the night. The future looked rose tinted, and all was joy and peace aud love. They made the captain go over the whole story, although of course be could not enter into particulars, reserving them for the future.

In return he heard the story of their trials and sufferings, and his heart bled with sympathy. He was a reader of faces, and while he watched Lottie's, the fond father realized that the suspicions he had entertaiped, after seeing the lovely picture still unfinished in the artist's studio, were confirmed.

He left the dear ones, as there were no accommodations for him, and had the hack, which had been kept waiting, take him to his hotel, where be found them very much alarmed over his continued absence.

Dudley Dayton had very little sleep that night, for bis was one of those nervous temperaments upon whom excitement, either in the shape of joy or sorrow, preyed so continually as to keep him

It was the happiest night he bad spent since leaving his home for the war, and his heart was overflowing with thanks to God for the mercy shown him.

They would never want for the necessities or even the luxuries of life again, for he had more money than he knew what to do with.

For the first time perhaps, he Saw the benefit of being rich, for be could shower blessings upon the dear ones to whom he had been returned as from the grave.

The Gold King was up with the sun, and making his way to Roger's rooms, where he knew the young man was to be found. Suro enough, Roger was impatiently waitiug his arrival, although still lying upon the lounge.

He had been dressed by his man in other clothes, for those that had gone with him through the terrible adventures were ruined, what with blood stains, dirt, grease and burns.

In front of him he had had placed the picture of LoUie. Although it needed a Jew finishing touchee, still the resemblance was wonderful. The early rays of the morning sun caused the hair to glow like gold, and there was nothing to wonder at in the desire of the young man place it where, from his resting place, he could gase on the face he loved well.

Tbey soon entered into oonveraation, and Roger told the story of his finding the treasure, and his subsequent adventures, while his companion sat listening with thn greatest possible interest.

He understood now why Reuben Flint bore Roger such hatred, for the artist told be bad punished the -lundrel, also why he bad been aed In his villainous acbeag* by the

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other two men, who had doubtless by this time discovered how unmercifully they had been cheated by the shrewd artist, after all, when some pawnbroker refused to give them ten dollars for the jewelry they supposed was worth a million.

When the artist had finished he pointed to the iron chest in the corner of the room (which a fireman had brought to him,"finding his card inside, after he bad rescued it from the cellar of the burning brewery), and told of the papers he baa found in the secret drawer, and had not touched since then.

The Gold King took the bundle from Roger's coat pocket and glanced it over. Roger saw a pleased light come into his face, and thought he knew the cause, but was mistaken.

At last Captain Dayton arose and took his hand in a hearty clasp. "My good friend, allow me to congratulate you, for these papers prove, without the shadow ol a doubt that you, alone, are heir to the property of old Squire Hurlbut, and the owner of the contents of the Iron chest."

CHAPTER XXIX. ROMANCE IN REAL LIFE,

In his whole life Roger was never more surprised than when the Gold Ring took him by the hand and declared that the document found in the secret drawer of the old iron chest pronounced him indisputably the heir of their common ancestor, Squire Hurlbut.

He found it hard to believe, but Capt, Dayton took up the documents, and going over them one by one, showed how the inheritance descended always to the eldest child, and that Roger's mother, although disowned because she married against the wishes of her parents, was the first child of the only sou of Squire Hurlbut's oldest grandchild, and hence the will, carried out to the letter, brought the inheritance to Roger Raymond boyond all dispute.

The young man was almost stupefied, for he saw opening before him a future that in beauty and happiness exceeded his wildest dreams.

The possession of the jewels had al ways hung upon him like a load, for conscience rose with a clamorous tongue at times, and told him he mus!: be wronging some one,

Now be felt as though a heavy load was off his mind, and he could be the same light hearted Roger as of yore.

The Gold King left him, for he had much to do. That very day the Daytons, taking with them a few little things that had become endeared to them be cause of associations, left the old tenement forever, and went to a house on Fifth Avenue that the Gold King had bought, ready furnished, for quite a snug little fortune.

Tho neighbors were all agog with curiosity to discover who had bought the Haight mansion, and the amazement of Bernard Hastings, who lived almost directly opposite, can be better imagined than described when he saw Roger Raymond drive up in a handsome carriage one day, with a beautiful gray team, and assist a young iady out whom Bernard recognized as Lottie Dayton.

As they went into the house together, Bernard's first impression was that she had married the artist, and his heart gave a sudden leap of despair at the thought.

His sister knew something about it, however, although ignorant of the fact that the young lady on whom she lookfed with envy was her former dress maker.

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tho chain in his mind. Of coursc twas the talk of the city, Capt. Day ton's reported death, his return to find his family gone where be could get no trace of them, his trip to the Golden State, the return as a millionaire, and his finding the loved ones who were just rising out of their poverty.

There was also a story even more replete with romance than that going the rounds of the press. A certain young artist, while visiting the ruins of his ancestor, Squire Hurlbut's mansion, near Glendale—had found two burglars digging for the treasure that had been buried there since the revolution,though no one could ever could discover where Graw Burdock and Dan Crawfish obtained thfc slip of paper with the directions on it.

Then the account went on to tell part of the story that has been narrated in connection with Roger Raymond in these columns—how he was captured by the burglars and foroed to send for the jewels, the deception and trick that was practiced upon them, the fight with the flames, and all that subsequently occurred.

Such a romance the metropolitan press had not enjoyed for a long time, and they made the most of it.

Bernard determined to make one last effort to recover his lost ground, and that very night he paid a visit to the Dayton mansion. His conversation and personal attractions were as fascinating and brilliant as ever, but the young man could not help seeing that all bis chances of ever winning Lottie Dayton were numbered with the dead.

Whatever his plans of the past had been, they woie now rendered entirely fruitless, for Lottie was tho daughter of a millionaire, surrouuded by everything that wealth could buy, and to attempt any familiarity with her would be to bring down upon his head the fury of Capt. Dayton and Roger Raymond, who was now the acknowledged betrothed of the young girl.

Bernard threw up bis band in the game and deolared himself beaten. His sister was very willing to leave the city, for she was was not accustomed to eating "humble pie," and could not bear to look upon Lottie in company with the man she loved so well.

Just previous to the marriage of Roger Raymond and Miss Dayton, the brother and sister sailed for Europe. A year later tbe news came from over the water that Gertrude had married an Italian count, with a name as long as one's arm. who had been fascinated by ber beauty —and dollars.

As for Bernard, ne fell in with a very fast set of young men in Paris, and never came back to America.

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So ended one life drama.

I, fi CHAPTER XXX. PAIJIT HRABT NB'EB WON FAIR LADY. It was one golden October day that George Ruskin left the train at Glendale and made his way through the fields In the direction of tbe farm at Locust Glen.

Tbe yonng lawyer had often declared with great vehemence that he would never seek Glendale again, but who can resist the power of love. In the end be acknowledged himself weak and gave

He cr™" unintentionally in tbe right time, for Fairy, having heard of tbe marriage in prospective through tbe medium of a long letter from Roger, in which he called ber bis dear little sister, bad been quietly but firmly engaged in searching her heart, and making herself believe she no longer loved the artist are as a brother.

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love bad never been returned or acknowledged, and of oourse it did not come half so bard. Besides, even In ber mental distress, ner thoughts were quite naturally turned to George Ruskin, who had wooed her ever since she was a school girl, and who was making a name in the great city that made the villagers of Glendale proud that be bad once belonged to them.

Hope Winchester was walking through the orchard. Tbe boughs hung heavy with golden bell flowers, luscious greenings, red streaks, ramboes, spitzenbergs and dosens of other varieties of winter apples, for the men were at work in the other orchard picking wagon loads of the beautiful fruit.

Beyond the orchard extended the grain fields, where the shocks of corn, wheat and rye lay golden and beautiful in the afternoon sun.

On the other side of the orchard lay the forest, grandly beautiful in its autumnal garb of varl-colored leaves. The road came winding up at this point, a branch breaking through tbe orchard as a short cut.

The sun was yet two hours high, and a most delicious fragrance filled the air. It was as if a million flowers had been instilled to add their perfumo to the general country odor of freshness.

There are days upon days in the American October when the skies are as clear as crystal and of alight blue color when the hours seem to pass like mystic dreams when the night speeds on so swiftly, with its chorus of crickets and other insects almost innumerable, until one is aroused to the fact that another day is about to eawn.

Glorious Ootober! the happiest month in all the year, when the harvest comes home and the farmer's work is over.

What Fairy was thinking of as she walked through tbe orohard it would be bard to say. Perhaps her mind reverted to that other time some five months back, when she stood in the very place she occupied then, and Roger Raymond came upon her.

Ahi she could indulge in no more day dreams about tho hero she had enshrined in her heart, for bo was about to marry another and besides, she had resolutely put his face forever from her mental gaze.

Still, there were times when it would come up before her, for nq matter what happiness may come to a woman in life, she can never entirely forgot either the man whom she has loved without reciprocation, or the ono who so manfully laid his heart at her feet when she had no love to give in return, and Fairy Winchester would ever remember the sweet dream that had rested with her for a year.

Again was she aroused by footfalls, and turning found herself face to face with George Ruskin. He had come down to spend his umiai two weeks' vacation, later than usual it was true, but Fairy was really and truly glad to see him in her lonely condition.

George was discreet, and realizing the mistake be had fallen into before, resolved to be more cautious this time.

They rambled the country over, went horseback riding, rowed upon the river when the moon was full, and had as delightful a time as two young people could in the country during the glorious month of October.

Hope's father saw how things were working, but had no objections to offer, for of all the voung men he knew he had always liked George Ruskin the best. "If he carries my little home angel away, I shall at least have the satisfaction of knowing that she is in the sheltering care of a good, conscientious, God fearing man, and the dearest wish of a loving father's heart is to see his daughter married to one who will ever lead her feet toward the bright lamps of the eternal Heaven."

So the worthy farmer said to his wife as they watched George tenderly assisting Fairy to dismount from hor steed.

Tho two weeks passed as a dream to the young man, and every day gave him more reaspu to think Fairy waB not wholly indifferent to him. However, he wisely refrained from saying anything until the last day. They were out gathering autumn leaves, and he quietly told bis story again, declaring firmly that if she could not give him hope he would not come down during the Christmas holidays.

Fairy asked a week to examine her heart, and with this indefinite understanding George took his leave, but his pleading farewell glances touched Fairy's heart.

CHAPTER XXXI. CONCLUSION.

How George Ruskin passed that week he never could tell. It seemed to him as though the hours went by on leaden wings. Ho could not sleep, he could not work, and when his friends saw how sparingly fie partook of food they knew that something was wrong.

Rumor had it that George Ruskin was in a decline, that consumption must have run in his family. These friends realized their mistake one day when the young lawyer showed a beaming countenance, and went about his business with unusual alacrity.

The reason of this was obvious. His week was up, and he bad that day received a dainty letter from Glendale, in which he found tbese words: "GEORGE—Do not forget us at Thanksgiving Day wo will expect yg^

Well did he know that the last word had a double meaning. She told him to hope. To George this meant Heaven itself, for he knew that such a girl as Fairy Would never commit herself so far without meaning all the rest.

When Thanksgiving Day came around it found bim at Farmer Winchester's. Ho and Hope bsd along talk and dealt frankly with each other. She confessed that she bad thought a great deal of Roger, but bad sinee discovered that it was more of hero worship than love.

George on his part raked up some insignificant flirtation of bis boyhood days, and made a mountain out of a mole bill, so that Fairy might not feel too bad over it, but she saw through bis enerous device, although she said nothabout it. was planned that they should be married tbe next spring, and George went back to tbe city as happy as a lark. Daring the winter be was to get bis cage ready, and when the apple blossoms scented the air with their fragrance at Locust Glen, his bird would be ready.

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Ten years!" Half a score of years that tireless old reaper, Death, with bis keen scythe has roamed tbe earth seeking "new victims, when we look in once mere upon those with whom we have become acquainted during our story of real life among the high and lowly.

There is a reunian In a Fifth Avenue mansion, and among those present we may soe familiar faces. First of all, the old gentleman and the lady leaning on his arm, he white haired and she with silver threads showing in her black tresses, can be no other than Captain Dayton and his sweet wife.

They are used to being called "grandi" and "grandma" by this time, for there Is a lad not unlike the Joe we

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knew, another smaller with golden curls like Kenny, and a sweet girl between that promises to equal her mother in beauty.

Roge? and his wife stand receiving their guests, proud of all that belongs to them, and most so of the love that overspreads all.

They are changed but little, for trouble has kept clear of them tbese many years still they can understand what* sorrow' and tribulation mean, and while Roger's purse is ever open to the cry of the needy Lottie is known as the "angel lady" iu many a home where squalid poverty reigns, whose blighting curse she haa alleviated by her sweet presence and generous donations.

Joe has become a young man of some twenty odd vears, and is making quite a name for himself as a young artist. Hia pictures are bold and striking, aud under the charge of his wealthy and talented brother-in-law, he seems destined to make his mark in the world. Money will never ruin he or Kenny, for they had the true principles of life engrafted in their hearts while young.

Kenny is also present, a marvelously handsome lad, in the uniform of a West Point Cadet, for he was born to be a soldier, as bis occupation as a child proved when he played with his mother's buttons and fought imaginary battles OR tbe floor.

George Ruskin and his wife, Fairy, are also present, together with their two bright, interesting children. Farmer Winchester is dead, and tho old lady lives alone upon tho farm. She tries to have one or both of her grandchildren out whenever it is possible, and every summer Hope spenas at tbe old homestead.

One moro friend is there. We have not seen much of her, but Lottie never forgot those who had been kind to her while she was a poor sewing girl, and Dora Warner has lived with her as companion and governess to the children so long that they cannot spare her now.

The old jewels were divided up, but many of them are still in Roger's family, and his engagement ring to Lottie— a diamond fit for a crowned head—had the name Huldah Hurlbut engraved inside, which namo they have given to their pretty girl.

Barbara, after the tragic death of her wretched husband, drowned herself in the North river. Poor girl! her fate was a sad one, for she had loved not wisely but too well. Old Sharpe is still in the man hunting business. Jason Flint was found dead in his office one morning, from heart disease tho dootorssald, but some there were who doubted whether he possessed such au organ, and declared a loss in business must have killed him. Graw Burdock and Dan Crawfish serve the State faithfully in the quarries at Sing Sing, as ugly as of yore. [THE END

Ghosta,

Not Coll lngersoll's "aristocracy of the air," but real human ghosts. Ghosts that were once healthy men and women but are now simply tbe "ghosts of what they once were." As wo meet them, and inquire the cause of all this change they repeat tbe old, old story, "a cold," "neglected oougb," "catarrh," "overwork," or "dyspepsia," "liver complaint and "constipation," with unsuccessful physician and remedies. In offering his Golden Medical Discovery and Pleasant Purgative Pellets for the cure of the above affeotions, Dr. Pierce does not recommend them as a "sure cure" in all stages. For if the lurfgs be half wasted away, or there be a concerous complication, no physician or medicine can cure. The Discovery is, however, an unequalled pectoral and blood purifier. It speedily cures tbe most aggravated cough,:or cold, andjln its early or middle stages, consumption. By correcting all irregularities of tbe stomach and liver, it really cures blotches, pimples, scrofulous ulcers, "bunches," or tumors. Hundreds testify that it has restored their health, after eminent physicians had failed. For constipation, use the Pellets. As a local remedy for catarrh, use Dr. Sage's Catarrh Remedy.

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