Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 10, Number 44, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 1 May 1880 — Page 6

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

OUIN' WE&T TO PIE

Well, heie we are, my dear old wife, on board the train at last I Our little all packed in a trunk, with lock and strap made fast, I hear the betl a ringln' an'{the whistles piercln' cry There, wl fe, we're niovin' oat town we re goia' West to die!

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They send na to a stranger land er an untraveled road, That Mary, In her western heme, may bear the heavy load It isn't to be wondered at that my eyes are filled with tears, Or that my form is bendln'down with more than weight of years.

We've been from Jane's to John's house, from John's house back to Jane, Till, now. they've laid their burden down on this western train Tis rather hard to send us offj all crippled up and gray, To find a place in whichftoJ_die,J two thousand miles away.

Now, o'er a long, an traveled road, we seek a stranger land— The old home circle broken np at cruel time's command But time cannot destroy our love, tis stronger now than when Our heads wore not the silver locks of ttarge score years and ten.

Since we broke up a keepln* house, they've cartf us around, Till, now, itseems a home for Jus cn earth canuot be found As sure as this old ftuse o' tnlne^can ne er look young again, So sure we'll never more return to trouble

John and Jane.

Since we broke np a keepln' house we've led a wretched life Jane put the blame upon .her man, and

John upon his wife.

They think not of their lnfaney—of all those tender years, When night and day we toiled for them, and wiped their.flowing tears.

I didn't think'twould come to this—I did n't mean it should— No home 1M like your own home, though made of logs of wood. No bread is sweet when eatln' it 'mid bitterness and strife Few car.* to All with peace and love an old man'sclo-slng life. We leave behind us all the scenes of early years, dear wife, And allth mends with whom we've won the victories of life: We leave behind the little church, where oft we've knelt in prayer, Bat, goo.t wife, we will never leave the Uod t-baC met us there. Although these eyes are growln' dim, I still can see to read The precious truth, 1m God's own word, that eUildren all should heed "Honor thy father." salth the Lord—'thy on or to Then shiilt thou live loug lu the land that (iod has given you/'

Our latest clay will dawn ere long—our Journey's end Is nigh—• We're goln' West to Mary's Home, were goiu West to die. Then He who sees the sparrows fall, who counts the ocean sands, Will tak us to our better home—the house not made with hands.

From Camp and Cabin.

WIDOW BAKER.

A NKW-KSQLAND STORY

BY ROSHITRK W. RAYMOND, AUTHOR OF "THANKSGIVING JOB."

CONCLUDED FROM LAST WEEK. CHAPTER V. JOPUAM. In rlu* course ol time Mr. Jothatn Baker, loilowtn# pr«uy close upon his letter, landed In Bj«ton, and, finding no news frntn home, made his way with all haste to Hie native town of Hucklebury. It WAS ali'tfuUy dark when he arrived at the Center, where the stage stopped. Curiously nuough he couldn't And a horsa or a sleigh in the place. The tavern keeper—a stranger to him—said they "WERE all gone to WH^MM'S. Very well (the rest of itie wa.v, a good two hours' walk, ho would IIHVH tu make on foot but lie stopped long euough to call at Lawyer Marigold's lor the purpose of getttug sine news Irotn home* The girl •who came to the door did not recognize him, tor iv\o good reasons. In the first place, hi* full beard had changed his appearance In the -rcond place, she had never seen him, with or without a beard. Bo she told him merely that Mr. Marigold had gono to Weaioott's, like everybody else, and shut tue door in his face,

Tilth a promptness due to the coldness of the wlnirv air. The reply was a sort of omen to bun and, vaguely wondering Why everybody had gone to Westcott's, he started off at a swinging pace over the crisp snow, bouni tor the same destination. That is, l»Marled to go home but the road would le-t.l him past Westcott's.

Jot ham, Htrlding along the highway tinder the stars, w«s certainly a comely oung fellow. Two y«-ars ot adventure _ad made h'uu stouter an browner, and for a shipwrecked wanderer he had a Btraugely well-to-do appearance. Peo le reduced to the extremity of poverty _on't have such suiHUntial baggage as the valise he had iwlt in the £agle Tav-

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orn, Hucklebury Center, uor wear such comfortable clothes as those in which be WM now hastening homeward.

His tboughia, as ie swiftly pursued his solitarv way, w«re not altogether

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leasant. First of ail, be reproached lor having left bis mother alone two years before, and wondered whether Squire Hawkins had been, according to

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romise, a true friend to her. Jotbam not doubt that his mother knew of hla return. To her he had writleu fully more than onee, Why she had never received a single letter from him is one of the mvsterios of the poetofflee, which, dear reader, the author la sorry to aay nobody can clear up hence it must be allowed to remain a mystery, as it is far too late now to a»k 'or Ita Investigation by a committee. Of all this Jothatn was ignorant, bot tormented himself, as he walked, with imagining what might have happened to hi* mother. Once he stopped suddenly—what tl she were dead Then he started again with violent speed, waving aloud, "No, no, m/" as if such a protest could affect the irrevocable past.

Then *e though* of Nancy WestcotU What a Umu it was, that, once out of her he Had found it so hard to belWe in her Mawritj! That letter wl he had tffrittau to trv her now aoeu.i i, on th- vrwde, not a very honorable thing though he had thought it fair at the tiui#. instead of telling her of his ehtpwreffc, leaving her to infer that he was rofeed, and asking her if she could wait for him a little longer, in the secret hope that she would not stand the test, be should have confessed frankly hi« own discovery that what he bad thought love was only a transitory glamour. "Jotbam," said Jotham, "yon are well paid for your shrewdness. You wanted to escape, and at the same time have the credit of being constant, though yon pretended to me that it was your firm Intention and desire to remain true to

the girl if she was true to you. Now you've got to face the music. What if she is true to yon? I shouldn't wonder if she waejlt'e as likely as not it's very

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robable by gracious, Jotham Baker, I it's so! Ugh, what a oold night! aud yet this walking makes a fellow berspire! "And there's Susan Pea body, Jotham what do you think of her? If yoo hadn't made a fool of yourself with Nancy, yen might b&ve had seme chance, perhaps, with Susan. But she deepised yon after yoo vent and gushed to her your silly nonsense about the other one. Don't you recollect wheB you told her? 8he never was the same to yon after It came out who the girl was. No wonder she was disappointed in yon. JMW it, if you didn't. She had thought you baa more sense. Don't flatter yourself she ever loved you, Jothfcm she never dreamed of that but she respected yon nntil you made a fool of yourself. And yon might have gone on from that to—Oh, you donkey!"

He took a grim pleasure in this sarcastic soliloquy. But self-castigation soon tires both the excutioner and the victim and his mattered eloquence ended in a sigh as he approached the Westoott mansion, now glorious with streaming lights, and musical with violins and voices. The impulse of curiosicy was too strong to be resisted, end, crossing the yard unnoticed, he gained a shadowed corner by one of the flont windows, whence he could surrey the festive scene.

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uished the gay confusion was a being in white satin, with china blue eyes, and flaxen looks erected into a stupendous structure above them, surrounded with a cloud of gauzy veil, and looking, on the whole, like a child substituted at the last moment for some larger bride, so that the wedding dress should not be wasted. Only a'second glance showed that the features were not merely childish. There was full grown triumph In them, and a complete consciousness of the business aspects of matrimony. Jotbam reoognised at once the lady who would henceforward be known in New England phrase as "she that was Nancy Westcott." The marriage was already over, and Miss Westcott was Mrs.—no, 1 won't give the name I don't mean to pain anybody if I can help it and the fact is, that tbe Boston gentleman, some years after, having lost all his money by extravaance and speculation, sigqed another toston gentleman's name to a check, aud left tbe country. All the parties are dead long ago but how do I know but they have relatives yet living,— relatives a great deal larger than I am?

In another instant Jotham saw Susan. Her dark hair and earnest eyes her cheek, paler than when he had looked upon it last her plain muslin dress, that showed so little fashion, and so much taste everything about her, in short, made her a complete oontrast to the bride. To Jotham she seemed at once more beautiful and more unapproachable than ever before. There was a new expression on her face, which, of oourse, the foolish fellow could not read tbe work of sorrow and patience bearing fruit of peace. All he felt was that she reminded him strangely of his mother, and that somehow, in spite of that, she was far beyond his reach. He could never talk with brotherly freedom to that dignified and lovely woman hecould only fall at her feet, and lie there till she left him in disdain.

As for the dandy in a white cravat, on whose arm "she that was Nancy Westcott" promenaded through tbe room, Jotham paid no attention to him ana why shall we consider him? We always knew he would turn out badly, didn't we? To our hero be served as a slim piece of collateral evidence, corroborating the white satin veil and orange blossoms. Who he was didn't matter. He was not Jotham Baker—Hallelujah

But wan is ungrateful, and Jotham was not satisfied with his happy escape. He bad made tbe important discovery that be didn't want Nancy because he did want Susan and, being a young man of decision, he would not waste further time in useloss repinings at the window. And he turned resolutely away to pursue his journey homewara.

But, as be passed the door, it was opened wide, and an imposing sable gentleman in white cotton gloves addressed him cordially with, "Second story front, sab!" This was one of the features imported for the occasion from Boston,—a darkey to open the door whenever be beard steps approaching. And our young man of decision, having determined t« walk straight by, and being suddenly tempted by this dark and mysterious Providence, was deflected ninety degrees from his course, and walked straight in.

Now, it happened that Nancy Westcott, just before coming down stairs to be married, had had occasion to rummage her bureau for a smelling bottle, or & hairpin, or something of that sort, and had suddenly come upon Jotham's letter, wbicb, as a well regulated person, she ought to have destroyed long before. There were too many women folks fo round to make it safe to destroy it now so, with a hopeless glance at the fire, she thrust it into her dress, saying merely,—and that not for anybody's hearing,—"Goodness gracious!" Thus it came to pass that she was actually married with Jotham's letter in her bosom,—a horribly Improper state of affairs!

During tbe solemn ceremony, which the parson made long enough to permit, if uot to necessitate, some wandering of tbe thoughts, she perceived Susan Peabody, and made up her mind that Susan looked "stuck up,*' and didn't half realize the splendor of the occasion. Of oourse, if Susan was not suitably impressed, the admiration of all the reet would not suffice. That's human nature since tbe days of Haman. So, later In the evening, in fact, just at tbe moment when Jotham left tbe window, she tan opportunity to worry Susan, and can to do it with feminine skill. "You haven't been Introduced to my husband, Susan. You'd like him, I know. He says you're tbe meet dlatangy woman in the room. Butyou an' me mustn't be rivals—urin. Hev you heard from Jo—Irom Mr. Biker lately?"

This was even more cruel than Nancy intended for she really supposed tbe fact of Jotham's return was known to bis friends, though she bsd never told of it, becauee she did not care to reveal her recent reception of bis letter. It was much simpler to let her friends say, as they did, that there never bad been anything between him and her,—at iea«t, tiotbmif more than a flirtation.

But Susan was on her guard, and Nancy was no match for her. Without a sign of an emotion, not even scorn— she said sioWly, "Mr. Baker has reason to congratulate himself."

That made Nancy "as mad as fire." She understood by it more than was meant for it led her to suppose that Jotham, having been informed of her faithlessness, had pretended he was glad to be rid of her. Her breast heaved with passion, and fortunately—tbe bridal dress being a tight fit—that very heaving made her aware of Jotham's letter otherwise there might have been a ••scene." But this enabled her to restrain her wrath, and to say, in tones

that attracted no attention from tbe rast of tbe company, "Perhaps he tries to make you think so, Miss Peabody. Bat that ain't the way he writes tome!" Whereat she pulled out the letter, throst it into Susan's hand, and sailed away with her nose ia the air, Inwardly conscious that she had done a very foolish thing, and not at all aware that it was tbe best thing thst coald have been done for everybody but herself.

Susan recognized the handwriting seized tbe letter forgot Nancy, the company, everything made her escape blindly out of tbe room and rushed upstairs to tbe ladies'dressing room (second story back), clasping tbe letter in her hand. Jotbam waaslive!

Nobody was in tbe room. She could read the letter unobserved. In her tumultuous happiness she was abont to kin it but her eye fell on the address,— "Miss Nancy Westoott" (she had forgotten for a moment to whom the letter had been written). As for kissing

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Nancy Westoott—that was a little too muck. But she did open the paper, and put to her lips a carefully selected spot on tbe inside, which bore the words, "Yours traly, Jotham Baker.''' Then ahe hastily read the letter and not even its apparent testimony that he still lovedT the hesrtless creature down stairs could silence in her heart the singing voice, "Jotbam is alive!"

Meanwhile the young man himself had left tbe window, walked slowly, though deoidediy (as 1 have before mentions), to the front door and into the hall, and was at this moment at tbe to of the stairs, on bis way to the secom story front so that, when Susan raised her eyes from the perusal of his letter, she saw him passing the door.

With a cry of joy she sprang forward, calling his name but, as he turned, she recollected what must be his present anguish, and said only, holding out both hands, "Ob, Jotham, I'm so sorry for you!"

Alas! what a comedy of errors it was! Poor Jotbam, already In a maze of con flicting emotions, lost his head entirely at hearing her friendly words, and burst into an incoherent explanation about Nancy and bis own affections, out of which confusion emerged presently a declaration of love to Susan. This he made still worse by dropping on bis knees before her, as he had just been wildly dreaming be would dosomeday. He was a handsome fellow but no fel low ought to kneel down in his overcoat. He deserved to be laughed at for his pains. But Susan was in no mood for laughing. Her maidenly pride burned hotly in cheek and eye. "Mr. Baker," she said with bitter politeness, "now you're down, perhaps you will have the goodness to pick up that letter. Nancy gave It to me, and I will take this opportunity to return it to tbe writer."

She watched him with unmoving look as he clutched the letter, recognized it, rose, and staggered from the room. Down stairs he rushed, and past the astounded doorkeeper, into tne open air. She listened until she beard tbe bang with which the door olused behind bim then, having nothing else in the world to do, Susan Peabody fainted away, and fell on tbe spot where he had knelt.

CHAPTER VI.

HOW THE WIDOW INTERFERBD.

Jotbam felt, as he reached the road, as If be had escaped from a burning house in which was everything he held dear in life. But bis second thought was of his mother. He had her to live for, at least and to her he wonld devote himself. Se he hastened up the hill road, past the squire's farm, and on to the well remembered house where expected to finti her. It was always a rather lonesome place but to-night, as he approached it. and saw neither light in the windows, nor living thing about the yard, a chill struck bis heart. The barking of a dog,.or the deliberate rising of a oow disturbed in her repose by his passage, would have been most welcome. His knocking at tbe door called forth no answer and when, after fruitless shouting, he lifted a window sash, climbed into the sitting room, struck a light, ane found tbe place dismantled and eirpty—except lor that "litter" peculiar to an abandoned room, which told him more plainly than anything else that his neat and efficient mother could no longer be in authority there— tbe revulsion was overpowering. Tbe stalwart young fellow dropped his match, and leaning in the darkness against tbo mantel piece, cried as if his heart would break. This blow was indeed the worst of all.

A moment later he was again out of doors, and rushing down the bill road at a terrible pace. As be passed the lane that turned down to tbe squire's house, a sleigh came up with much clangor of silvery bells, bringing the squire and Mrs. Hawkins, who were just returning from the party at Westcott's, "Jerusalem!" ejaculated the hearty squire, "ef that ain't Jotbam! Whoa, there! Why, Jotbam, how d'ye do? Where did ye come from? an' how on airtb—but here! git right in, there's room for ye come right along to the house." "The house is empty," said Jotham, in quick, hoarse tones. "What has bsppened? Where's my mother?" "Sbe'a boardin' at Deacon Peabody's," replied tbe squire "'n' Bbe looks twenty years younger for't. You jest come along. Ye can't see your mother tonight 'n' ye mustn't see her nohow, till I've put ye up to the news."

So Jotham spent the rest of along evening and the night at tbe Hawkins's,

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Susan and her affection for his mother, and was much surprised that Jotham regarded that subject with evident pain. "What's the matter with ye, Jotham pursued tbe squire. "Now, I'm a plain man, 'n' I go to the pint. It tint no use for you to worry about Nancy Westcott—though she'd be a pretty good match, jest oow, for a feller as poor's you be." "I don't care a sixpence for Naney Westcott," interrupted Jotham sullenly, "and I'm not so poor as you think."

Why, the hull cargo was lost, leal'late them companies wouldn't 'a' paid tbe insurance without proof o' that." "Exactly. They paid the insurance, and my goods were insured, as well as the rest. 1 knew that would be ail right, and 1 "ought a home cargo on tbe strength of it. and made enough by the voyage to giv» me a good start." "Ginger and spices has riz," said the uire thoughtfully. "I read that in be Advertiser1 last week. Dew tell! WaJ, Jotham, I'm glad on't. But don't ve go to buyin* back the old farm it'll ruin ye sure." "On the contrary," said Jotham, "I shall bay it at once, and sell tbe mine hill to a man WHO is coming np from Boston right away to look at it," "What!" cried the squire, gold, arter alL" "No granite." ••Wal, there's plenty o* that on't," said the squire. "Yes and it will be the best place for a quarry that can be found when the branch railroad is built. But I dont cars much abont It now, except lor

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mother's sake," added Jotham, with a sigh. The squire looked at him shrewdly. "My boy," said he, "there's somethin' the matter between yoa an' Susan, an' ye'd better tell me all about it. I ain't one that'll talk about it, like the women folks." (Mrs. Hawkins had retired, or this remark would have been suppressed.)

Jotham made a clean breast on this Invitation, first handing over the unlucky letter as a text, and then furnishing a full commentary upon it. At the conclusion, the squire whistled reflectively, and at last delivered his opinion: "It looks like a bad job, Jotbam but I've seen wus. Susan was glad to see ye—stick a pin there! An' she was mad to hev ye make a fool o' yourself, an' try to make a fool o' her. Wal, now, look at it cool and reasonable, an' who wouldn't be? I tell ye what," contin squire, warming up as he went on, "it's all right, an' so you'll see. You go to bed!"

Meanwhile Susan, whom we left "all in a heip" on tbe floor of the "second stcry back," had recovered from her faint without help, and without attracting attention. Of course her first act was to scrub and rub her pale cheeks till they glowed, replace and tighten various hairpins (whioh always become loose in moments of emotion), snd obliterate the traces of her agitation. Then she went down stairs, found her father, and persuaded him to take her homeno difficult matter, sinoe he was bored with the new fangled stiffness of the entertainment. On the way tbey spoke little. Pbineas was occupied with ariv ing, and only once put a question to his daughter: "Hope ye had an' interestin' time, Susan "Yes, very interesting," said she, and lapsed again into silence. But her thoughts were busy enough, recalling painfully tbe strange behavior and incoherent speeoh of Jotbam, and wondering whether she had not done him some injustice. That letter of his to Nancy was not so very loving. There was a mystery in it and an old friend should not be discarded without an opportunity to explain his conduct. Perhaps be was at this moment with his mother. He was an affectionate and dutiful son, at least. "Couldn't you drive a little faster, father?" said Susan.

But on arrival she found that Mother Baker was in bed, and that nobody had called. She kept tbe secret of Jotham's return. Why should she say auything to her father abont it? Everybody wonld know It in the morning. But when tbe morning came, she was thoughtful enough to prepare the widow for tbe joyful surprise of meeting her son, assuring her that he bad really returned, and would soon make his appearance, but declining to tell how she bad got tbe news, except that she bad heard it at tbe party.

When Jotham knocked at tbe door, it was Susan, much to his embarrassment, who opened it. He began an apology for his intrusion, which she checked with a gesture. "Your mother is expecting you," Baid sbe, pointing to the door of the room in which tbe widow was sitting, and withdrew, to fidget in kitchen: while Jotham, forgetting for tbe moment all woes and embarrassment, entered to clasp In arms of unalterable affection and perfect joy the darlingest old mother that ever lived.

Widow Baker was so glad to get her son back on any terms, that sbe needed little to satisfy her curiosity concerning his long aosence and sllenoe. When he alluded to letters he bad written her, sbe did not tell bim, in this first happy hour, that she had never received them. When mentioned to her his plan about the old place, which he bad already found he could buy back, and which would be, after all, a source of profit to the family, her face lit up with a proud smile such as tbe late Colonel Baker mightwell Lave returned to enjoy. "That's what your father always said," was her comment. Dear soul! she bad put sympathy, If not faith, in every one of her husband's schemes and it was to her simple affection a sort of vindication of bis misunderstood and depreciated career, to have bis gold mine turn out at least a granite quarry. "Well, my son," said tbe widow at last, "tbe deacon'll be glad to have you stop here for a while, until you can set up a house of your own. He told me that when he first invited me. I wouldn't have come to a house, you know, where my boy would not have been welcome." This was tbe good lady's artful approach to a subject that •lay near her heart. "The deacon is a true friend," replied Jotham, "and I shall tell him so. But

I—I'd rather not stop in his house. Don't you think you could visit somewhere else,—say, at Squire Hawkins's?*' "Whv, wbat should I do without Susan?" was the deeply innocent reply to which Jotbam made a somewhat testv rejoinder "You'll have to do without Susan, sooner or later, and you might as well begin.

Now, by this time, Susan, having rattled about the kitchen vigorously, doing nothing, for half an hour, bad found it absolutely neccessary to come to tbe sitting-room. She wanted a "holder" to protect her fair fingers in lifting a keule.from tbe fire and tbe bolder in tbe kitchen didn't suit her—no, not at all. But there was one in tbe sitting room that would suit, and that one Bhe must have. So, with a timid preliminary knock on tbe balf open door, sbe walked in. Tbe widow watched her keenly. "Susan," she said, "our Jotbam has come?" "Yes," replied Sussn, with beating heart, and a voice far too unsteady for the leading soprano of tbe Hucklebury cboir, 'I've met Mr. Baker already. I —I hope he's very well." Upon this sbe went to-warda tbe fireplace, where the "bolder" hung on a naif, and, before sbe got there, forgot what she was going tor, and so, coming to a dead stop,looked into the ffre with preposterous earnestness and a great desire to cry. Jotbam, on bia part, studied a spot on the floor till it began to revolve before bis eyes in an amazing way, and then said hastily that be thought he bad better go and attend to some otber matters. ., "Don't go on my account," said tbe young girl at tbe fire at wbicb Jotbam stopped short, and tbe aituation was worse than ever. Bot tbe widow, bless ber! was more than equal to it. She divined tbe state of affairs better than if sbe had told them all about it, though that's not saying much for, if tbey bad undertaken to tell her, a pretty mess tbey would have made or it with their confusions and cross purposes and reservations sud pique snd embaraasments.

I want Jotbam to visit with as a few days, till he gets ready a place of hia own—for him and roe," said sbe, "hut he thinks be bad better not." "1 suppose be is right,** remarked Miss Peabody to tbe fire. "He wants me to go snd stay somewhere else with him," continued tbe widow. ,,

Sosan tamed half round, with a sadden movement, then resolutely back to her former poaitios, saying ssrnestly:

"No, no? you mustn't leave us. Nobody can doc .without you, dear Mother Baker!"

It was strange that she could not even face her dearest friend, wasn't it? But the feet is, she had come in a hurry, and ber handkerchief was missing, as handkerchiefs are so apt to be at the very minute when they are worth their weight in gold. "if anybody needs me, then my only son needs me most," said the old lady going going over to Jotbam, and putting her thin hands on his bread shoulder. "Where be bad' better not stay, I will not stay." "Then he must stay," said the voice by the fire. "He needn't go on my account." "Mother," interrupted the subject of this dialogue, shsking off hiswretched timidity, and speaking in a straightforward, oommanding way, that settled things at once in his favor (though be was not aware of that), "don't trouble Miss Peabody any further. She has reason to think I have treated her with someixdlgnity, though she is wrong I would die first." "Of oourse," ssid the widow, heartily. "But Suaan don't believe any such thing. Why. she csn't it's Impossible. O Sussn! sbake hands with Jotham, and tell bim so yourself."

Susan held out her hand with averted face but the yonng man was bent on no balf way measures. "No," he said imperatively. "Hear me out. She is wrong in her thought of me, though I am to blame for tbe mistake but she is right in saying (as she did before you spoke of leaving here) that I had better not stay in this house."

Miss Peabody had withdrawn again her neglected hand, and having no better use for it, was pressing it against ber heart—a most Insipid ana unprofitable use of both band and heart. Mr. Jotham Baker, having the floor, went on, as is the custom of orator, addressing the obair, but meaning to be beard by the audienoe: "For I love her—I love her dearly and I will not stay in her house, or touob her band, or look Into her face— because I couldn't bear It. I don't want to be 'old friends' sgain." "You'd better stay,"said Susan feebly. "Your mother wants you to stay."

Tbe Widow Baker smiled, as a general might smile, who, just as he was about to order a retreat, should see through bis field glass the white flag hoisted by the enemy. But Jotbam had no field and went on with bis last despairing volley. "No," be said Impatiently, "it is impossible. If—if you felt as I do, you would understand me. But I do not deserve to be utterly despised and I think, Miss Peabody, that I ought to explain to you before I go"—

Susan shook ber shoulders. "I don't want any explanation," soe said. "And I do," said desperate Jotbam. "I claim it as a right it is my last obance, and I will be heard."

That obstinate young woman put ber fingers In her ears, and that obstinate young man went right on addressing the chair and tbe obair, that is to say, Widow Baker, positively laughed in bis face. The sublime was evidently sliding f&st—facUus descensus-Into the ridiculous.

Now, this soene wonld not have lasted half as long if Sarah bad had a handkerchief. When a person has been crying ever so little, and is obligod by circumstances to dry before the fire, without the aid of cambrio or bandana, the conversation-must be prolonged to give that person a reasonable time. But if tbe person begins again—why, then all subterfuges are in vain. Thus it came to pass that Susan, whose fingers were not so very very tightly pressed into her ears, heard Jotbam walk towards the door. Tbe blundering, lucky fellow Just as be was about to resign tbe game he gave checkmate. For Susan Peabody turned like a flash, and called him by name—no mistake about it, and no "Mr."—a good, clear, unfaltering "Jotham!"

But he was smitten with blindness. Not even the sight of her, blushing, tearful, radiant, holding out both bands towards bim, could make him understand. "Then you will hear my'esplanation?" said stupid Jotham. "I tell you," said she, stamping with her little foot, *'I have beard enough, I won't have any explanations!" "But before I go"—pursued tbe incorrigible Jotbam. "Mr.—Jotham—Baker," said Susan, laying down the propoiltion with tbe air of a teacher whose patience was exhausted, and emphazlng it with a didactic forefinger, "your mother—and I— are—never—going to let—you—goaway—from—us as long as—y oulive so, there!"

Here the Widow Baker, who had so wisely interfered, perceived with equal wisdom that her interference was no longer called for. And her departure from the room cuts short my story at this most interesting point for, although I am very intimate with all tbe parties, Susan and Jotbam never would repeat to me—and I am utterly unable to imagine—the conversation that followed. in, •eates

Timely Cantlon.

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TATE OF INDIANA, VIGO

5

County, in

the Vigo Circuit Court,

o. 11900. Matilda Boyd vs, John Boyd, indlverce. Be it known, thatoa the 17th day of April, 1880, said plaintiff filed an Affidavit in due form, showing that said John Boyd Is a non-resident of the State of Indiana.

Said

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defendant is hereby

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CATARRH

IS IT CURABLE?

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A COMPLICATED CASE.

Gentlemen,—Mycaso Is briefly as follows 11 have bud Ktarrh fort years, each year with increasing severity For mno years I bad not breathed through oue nostril. 1 had dropplnirstnthe throat, avcry ond cough, a«thmasobndnatobe obligod to tnko arcmedy tor It at night before being able to lis down and sl-ep, and a constant dull pain in my head. My head wns at times so fhll or catarrhal matter ns to injure my senso of hearing and compel me to g. up several times in tho night to dear It and mv nont before I could Bleep. Every one ot these rls rowing symptoms has disappeared under Clio uvi of rot three bottles of SAMFORD'S RAIUC I. CUR*.quite

My hesrlnjr is fttlly restored. I

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Fi rouiiCKQ, Oct It. LAW15ENCE

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