Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 11, Number 19, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 6 November 1880 — Page 2

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRE IIAUTE,

THE HUNTER'S FIRST BABY.

Yes, it has l»in a rayth«r long time Kinws the light o' my Morion* coonfimnce Lit up thia hyar low-country clime! It* the fo*t trip I inartcs from th? mountains

For two year* a-cornin' next May: An* 1 twan't ihftt we're out o' pcrvwlotw I wouldn't

with ye to-day.

"An' that ten*t all! Look "yar, Colonel! JM make a trip up on the mn*e An' I'll wliow you a night that's wuth «eein'~

Vou never ofamrved one «o strange! Stop ycr foolln'—we ain't on that racket— ItVa liov and the little galoot Hhovc-M Kign-H of hi* father's attainment*—

Kur heS bllln' over with cute! "Would you blieve bigger

To comfort our live*— blew His name! An' I'm goln* ter train him fur bi/.iie«* JWt as *oon as he's able to *hoot— Tench him buntln', trnppin', and so forth,

With a little Ixstk i'aniin' to tioot! "Mightn't live! 1/jok 'yar, Colonel, confound It! lion', npring sieh a racket— twon go! 1 never done nuthlii' so wicked

Tim! J'si'd git arter me

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If the !rd wants a ahot at the fam'ly, Thar's older game liangln' urotuid! I'd nilher He'd give me a ticket

To a lodglu' place under the ground! "Dnrn It all, Ham, I wish ye'd a tumbled Afore ye shot off that remark! Only Jokln', I know but sleheoddln'

Mak«thc future loom up mylher dark! He'll live, though—thar's no use o' trylil' Wtt.ii sorrow to coax up a muss! But 1 must IK-goln'—say. Colonel,

Come up thar an' see the sweet cuss!" —Wyoming Kit In Detroit Free Press.

POOR MISS RUTH.

Daylight had pronounced its bene--liction. The nun had lKistowcd itsgoottnlght khw upon tlie howls of th* tall nine*, causing shadows to lengthen »n the Hteep mountain side. The golden light faded, leaving long, low lines of

ft radiance .vlncii rcflcct txl an aniethy«tiutfglo\v over the woods ami mounIrtin*, then deepf-ned Into royal purple, blending object* ami shadows" in confused masse*. dray mist* crept slowlv along the tortuous windings or tho valley The iuun of insects and ho song of birds

imt whirlwl

ceastHl

shining milk

in the sun. Sho took them separatelv from their phu-es, carefully wiping each throe times, that number being the charm with which sho banished the imp of uneloaiillucss from hor realm. Miss Ruth was metluMlieal. Life to hor was »n unending round of petty duties, the discharge of which at their apiolntel time, called forth her fullest energy. Punctuality and precision marked her diameter, as angularity did her form. It was the result of her education. From enrlv childhood she had worked steadily ip liie Lowell mills, with only the mo-

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notonous factory 1**11 to maris ofT existfor her, audit still seemed to sound In her ears, calling her to strict account foreverv wasted moment. It was hard to realise that she was ever young. Miss Ruth was now undeniably forty, and n«t pretty her skin was lliiek and salJuW, as if tho fiK'tory smoke had tanned it gradually year after year ami her dress of brown calico, without a folu or ruftle,

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knot of iron gray hair fas

tened hv an old black comb, did not help to relieve the plainness of her nppeuian«e. The years had not dealt gracefully with her, but Unfl brought her rnunv lines and wrinkles, Tlie jKKtry had Is^'ii crowded out of her life, which hud been otic iueesssant grind twin youth 11 now, and it wsia sufliei. nt to mar uiuine^H of outlines and freshncsss of

till

No one had ever lavished tender

m«s or care on her childluKxl, so slie ln_ (1IUH shv ami retitvnt. and develoi*xt into this stern, tuetlnxllml, unloved woman. Her eyes were the only pu*?Hn« feature of her they were very liuste, ivtul dark gray In nolor, expreswing dtvp bui repress^ fwiing, Mii«« R«th had drifted from her New hngland homo when the gold fever broke out, and had come to this mountain town of uifornia, where for five years she luul Kept house for old man tiray. A dreary „I ....

rv,und of existence, with its never-ending baking, scrubbing, washing and mending, but to Miss Ruth it was Elysium. fo her the lal»or was one -of love. This was Miss Ruth's secret. Suddenly the mists deepened from gray to black and silence, one by one out in the heavens blossomed tlie stars, while tlie new moon

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over the tops of the silent pines, the whole air was redolent with their balsamic fragrance. In the distance old Sugar Loaf reared its rock.nttwncd heml, ligtotenwi with a silvery srlim from the rnynot tlw» moon. IHnvn in it#de*H canons, here and there, a lonelv llgh' twinkled from some miner* cabin'. HilU^de F^rm was half way up the mountain, about a mile from Nevada «1tv, and it was situated in a eosv little nooK, well sheltenxl from winds and storms. Back of tt rose tier U|HU tier of pin« in solid phalanx, and amon« them, now and then, glistened the gltwsv leaves of the inadron*. Below the house the orchard blossomed in reaths of pink and white,

of niUn

tinted pc*M*n, pear, cherry, and apple Muouis, while on *eh afcie tttHchcA »kep dhMit

red ravinea, "rock-ribbed and an w* tite isun," wlvore miners tollcii for the precious "taiw wft an the old I new of IVru oalled their dwarl was

ly loved gold rioerd to the 1

lonesome Miss Rutb. Put up your milk

NTKNE AT A PBOXT1EK TRAI'PINU POST. si rjitAi trie nresuie. meoia nun iw*«i uw

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it, hi* none ain't no

Than a pine nut—but tirni't a pug An' hi* mouth, when he settled furspuallin Raw ruble* tli*** mouth of a Jug! Ari' hi# eyes! Why, Colonel, them peepers

All sharp fwu* a catamount's eye*! But his head air as bald «w» a blscait— Tliotjgh I reckon the ha'r 11 won rise.

"The little galoot aint no bigger Than the foot of a cinnamon b'ar, An' don't weigh more at tills minute

Than one o* them jack rabbit* thar! But t!v -mart little rascal's a growin'— Ooniin' jlxtaanice ft* you please Twont IKout

long 'fore hell 1st le a ruuser!

ITIII bruggltt*'' OIi, give iw hrwfssts I "ni doin' a fright of hanl thfnkln' H-ti( that l»aby si»ow«i up In the camp— Now, won't it be nice In the future,

When the old man's riot able to trampNot able fur huritln' an' trnppin, To have a stout buck of a To take the !ml ofl'n ills shoulder',

An' fill the old cabin with Joy? 'olouel Ham, thar nin't no use o' talkln* (jo,) HimM-lf had a hand In that game! He cnt that young kid itwt a iiir]H*c

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neflfl, imihs mini [HTHumivi. ..... spring flowers clustering around the turned evening task of taking in tlie tnxl

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and evfcrvthing wan worth Moving, to —, r" '..y him. And he was verv kind to poor upon the sea of happiness, and he heed-•r.-i.i-

••Howdy do, Cnkmcl.floor! lie went ffiie window and looked Miss Ruth hoped that the biibv-love

floor. He went to the window and looked ont. "It's inightv pretty up here, ain't, it* Ruth?" he said.

iug wistfully at her. Re kind to her."

"A*? to jny own cliiUl, siiu solemnly

answered. ,.

had a tense, strained feeling. She

choking her, while the great drops of

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vhui«o. »v

She assented with a nod. "Good enough for any woman lo spend her life in, ain't it?" ena ner me in, ain iif

the firelight, but her Hallow cheek had a rony glow, and her bands trembled a littleas Hhe took up the next stitch"Ruth," he continued, "you would always be contented to live here with a plain old man like me, and never find it lonely, wouldn't you?" he aaked it with an appealing, earnest expression in his face. "Fifty's not so old. Father was spry at seventy. Ruth, I think you've bin workin' too hard, and maylxj you'd like a young woman to help you a little bit?"

Perhaps it wa» only the reflection-of not bear the worry of the ehild and left nWir hnil a if. tilmnflf, Antirftlv to MISS Ktlttl. One

Miss Ruth's heart beat like a triphammer her breath seemed to stop her whole life hung on his next words, but, to all outward appearance, she was perfectly ealin, and her fingers kept on the inrsessant knitting, never dropping a stitch. "Well, I may as well out with it," he said, coming a little nearer to her. The needle clicked louder and faster now. "I don't want you to think, Ruth, that I ain't satisiletl with you, but there's a bit of a schoolmarm down in town has jest promised to bo my wife, and I calkerlate to bring her up here to-morrow but you may jest stav right along and help her. She's a heap* too young and pretty for me, but, Ruth, love her." His eyes glistened with tears. "I love her more than all thiscountry's worth. She's the best bit of gold I've panned out for many a year." ^he needles clicked a little fainter the glow faded from Miss Ruth's cheek—but then the tiro had burned to embers. Her lijw were pressed a little lirmer. Her heart had turned to ashes, like the tire at her feet. ft'ld man Gray settled himself in his arm chair, with a sigh of relief. It was ovor. "You never know how these women fojks will tako things," lie thought "but Ruth's growing old and unfeeling she doAi't care." "Veiy well," she replied in a hard, dry tone, .and the needles clicked steadi11 on. '.She took out the Bible, read the customary chapter, then she put out the last remnants of fire, pushed the chairs back in their regular rows, and took up a candle to go to bed. ..rair "Good-night, Ruth," be said, looking

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flowers

spring

tliere, gazing steadily into

pans that had been left out the nitcht. Her whole desire was to be uu» i.wxlf MiAtti oniAn I ni 1^1

alone, where no human eye could view

her niiscry. This lonely place had been to her favorite spot: the blasted pine was emblematic of her own life. Isolated from its companions, it had leen smitten by a storm, shorn of its fairest brandies, but still it stood upright

bnuu-nes, out sun muwi »i'"t steadfastly defying wintry blasts. A solitary owl tUtted solemnly around her, almost brushing her shoulder, but finally settling himself on a dead limb, making the niglit resound with his mournful cries. The wind had risen afar olf sho could hear the low sobbing of the pines and sec their long branches waving in the moonlight, as if calling her to their embrace. "My (tod!" she cried, "My lifelong happiness lost!" Her grief was like a strong man's. Those deep, tearless sobs were like tho breaking of flood-gates.' This quiet "woman had waited all her life for happiness, and was well content in waiting. Now, with one blow it had lx*m wrwrted from her, and her life was strip pea lxiro even of the comfort of waitings

Sho staved there* hours wivstln with her agonv, theft went slowly lui to tlie house, but not to sleep, Tho pnk morning Hght Wiling into hern !,i found her weary and haggsmi. Lha chidcenH xvfefe up elucteing l*nwath her window, and the wdviw in the l»i calling imiwticntly for their lre She ros»fe mcdianieidlv. and crtrrie*! out her

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for milking, fed the chickens,

and nt about her a^'untomcd duties patiently. fUu man Cray's face l)eame*t brightly as he hurried through his breakfast, and hitched up his pair of nudes to drive to town. •'Homl-by, Ruth," lie called out to her, "I'll be buck by noon."

She sttMsl on tlie threshold a moment, wntehed him out of sight, and then went in t«'

.. Mi« Ruth** hwirt bea-(:«*of nat«nv: 'h

K« d. rt.tng. I :. tn I-"

mammal.

,. ,-tw. JWWftb. :sd|y 1 f. Willi tsfe fcwt. I it in

work. Tlie battle had

fonglu and won, though a dead, sic! ing mli» had been left In her heart -ts are strong thevmay bleed,'ast tl,. do not always break. As she bu-i--d herwlf alK«t tlie house, the voice ot he old minister of tlie MethMist eh.«. crvln gover and o\-er ac to r, "tin«tt«thdo u- rt." Ti slonatelv long-,I lu death, Wde her time.

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h^^blowwnim held no bita of aentioietu neas of ehar»c««r. It liot lwT for for her. She only reckoned on Uighta bin*. h«t it had »?n I and droofthta ana how »n*d"iUf*a«d that had indu."^ hee to #any toe two

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL,

For awhile the old man wan launched

tin nmrinftrR erv of "rocks

not the mariner's crV of "rocks

naite I want to ahead," though IJnda, his wife, grew

E a old man did

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and was nscins up and down the household—t dear little angel of p(^CC,

Miss Ruth hoped that the baby-love would warm the mother's heart, for she had noticed the great changes in her. But as Linda grew stronger she bceumc more and more restless, and would leave the house for hours at a time, complaining of its monotony. She could

it almost entirely" to Miss Ruth. One night there was'a hall in tov,n lsit the baby had been ailing and fov* i-i: all day, so the old man begged Line» to go*, out she refused to consent. "ueu he told her she must go alone, for could not leave the baby. Instead of expressing regret, her eyes sparkled at the idea. "Ruth can take" rare of the child," she said, and then left theui.

As dark caine on. the little one grew hoarse, her delicate white skin looked hot and feverish, and she gasped for breath. Miss Ruth -aid to him "W^e tnust send for the d'.etor, and the child's mother. It is very sick." The baby grew worse, and as Ruth clasped it lightly in her arms, it seemed as if she was living over again the agony of that night long ago. After an hour of impatient waiting, the doctor came along bearing this note "I am tired of my life, so have gone oft" to join a theatrical company. 1

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studying for it when I married you. You'needn't hunt for me. 1 ani tired of you, and your life. You had better have married Miss Ruth. LINDA."

The old man read it through, over and over again, and then dropped it with a rf oil his hands. moan, and rested his heat Once he lifted his eyes to Miss Ruth's face to inquire for the baby, and, as if in a flash, he read her secret written there. He bowed his head again, and murmured bitterly to himself, "Indeed, it were better, hotter."

In Miss Ruth's ears the words, "Till death do us part," rang as if a thousand bells were sounding them.

Towards morning baby was better, and the doctor left, saying she was out of 'danger. Miss Ruth and the old man sat by tiie child's side, silently. He was dumb from pain, and lost faith. lie had lived a lifotime of agony in those few hours, for he had worshipped his wife almost as if she had been an angel, and his idol was shattered, his trust had been broken.

At first

the old

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jiis eyes were

Sho walked out of the house and into the open air as one in a dream. Hur eyes had clut, ...v. around her throat, tore it oil"JUS if it was choking her, while the great drojjs of

the open air as one in a dream. Hur eyes

All at once a fire bell rang loud and •lear on the mountain air. It was the ..........e ™.. ..— ygreat fire of "'57." It rang louder and flickering threads of gold across faster, echoing from each resounding

shot. "She might lie there, and in danger

Ruth ho

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elutoliod at the hnmlkerchicf folded jferan oiit in the morning air, barearound her throat, tore it oil as if it was

Old man Gray rushed "past the crowds in wild frenzy,'till lie reached the burning building. The flames were rising higher and higher, reaching out" their tongues like greedy hionste'rs. Blackened bits of timber 'were living through the air a dull leaden smoke settled over the town like a heavy pall. The flames were spreading rapidly up the streets, wrapping building after buildhig in their deadly embrace,. Houses had been lightly constructed, for men had no time for ardiitecture when so much gold lay hiding in tho mountain crevices. The streets wero thronged with people, thick as ants clustered over a honeycomb. On some faces iv look of despair was seen others showed merely a careless indifference some flushed with trembling excitement a few even seemed exultaut,as the flames rushed on, as if maddened bv the shouts and feeble efforts of the crowd. The whole town is rapidly burning, but the mind's arc stoics they take it calmly. With them, it is up one day and down the next. ,,

The old man saw his henutiful wife standing at a window. Be still: I will savo y6u, Linda, he cried. ..

She answered with a mocking smile, and as he entered the building, somebody caught licr from behind and rescued her."

The old man fell with a burning beam across his breast, and lay motionless and aiM:5r:mtlv ul in the midst of wreck and uin, -subs ol women, and shouts of men.

MM HnTti lot TtM out of the window

at the ivsiiiUfv prayer was in her heart for the woman wlvt hnd wrongtul him. She was miiiu 11'1 nursery song to theresticss babe in her arms. Up the hill a crowd men walked slowly, bearing iethi nsj between them. Nearer and nearer thev -ame. to the house. She strained licr eyes to see, never moving except tohnsh thelwlie in her arms. They came in and laid their burden on the bed. I" was poor old man »ray, his Vxxiy bulling, even as his heart had bled before.

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At nocoi Ruth Iwarvl clatter of wheels coming up the Wbale, and as »oon as they drove in sight *he saw a fine looking youne woman sittingliy the old mans side. She hail a

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white complexion with a delicate pink flush in her cheeks, "just like them apple bloswouw," the old man said, and he called hear Bloswom. Her hair curled In little tendrils around her foirehead, and hercvw* were «!eeiic«t blue, but they alistened with x»ld light, whichabpwned a lack of feeling. Her laughter.i»d a hard riuff, and the curv« of her month was erun. She was h(«otiful, hat ttvadberv was marked in her features^ Her stipple form was grace incarnate,* but it «w theainnous grace if the leotj' ardent (daring with slieailieddawa. I*ft an orphan, ahe had been ohi^ted to support heraelf bytewrbingin tlieUttle tninIn* town, and It had l«een a good arhno) in which to actjuire sofiweaa and gentle*

her," he murmured inn hoarse his per, "tell her I forgive her. Wait here, Ruth. She'll come-back-to-me llloswom." A Aim gathered ovef evc«, and with a l* tiful smile on his face he sleit at last, but waked lu Uternitv. "Till death do us part," medianicaliy repeatetl Miss Ruth, as she settled the baby's cry, "but death has taken him." Tearlcsslv she went about her tasks, with the baby on her arm, nobly bearing her burden, and as she looked at his calm, quiet face for the last time,she thanked iod that it was so. His great, loving heart was at rest, with no human passion or despair to rend it now. A living misery is harder to boar than a dead grief. "They buried him on the southern slope of the hill, beneath a cluster of ajtalces where the sunlight loved to linger, and the spring birds sung their sweetest. iJnda «w never heard of more. She a woman njon whom love and duty •rove** lightly. "Her nature was fickle as the froth of the sea, and her motherhood w«s

easily

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forgotten. She owned out of wtthontai

her old life or even a thought oklwt

sorrow or regret,

A wwurr old woman wait* In the old

A weary ok! woman «iitsin the blm for Tinda's coming. Her hair Krowti white and thin, her eyes are sunken and dim, Imt *he lives for hfai child. Eve«y evening at aanset Roth k«ds the Utile child by the hand and thev wander together down to the mound where he Ilea fmried. There tt»e child nrattiea in iiworemtglce, and

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brilliant butterflies fromilowerto Sower

an orr .i-iaiuoiMM with alight heart but the woman wits

«tt!e«t*» nno '.uj^alningly. She took *hewrflently ai^looks^far ierl **nd sat alone by tly gating lwn»l, white her^J^^ ««»use they ««emed hat

Pearls*and Blackberries

No!" said Dr. Darling, slowly—"'not I cnn*t believe the evidence of mv own senses'." And as he enunciated the

hall, and was just preparing to hang a shingle of his own for Harry Clifford was tall and shapely, with rod-brown hair and a huge auburn mustache, and merry eyes that laughed like springs of water in the sunshine

I)r. Darling took oft* his spectacles, folded them, and deliberately placed them in their case, still without taking his eyes from his ueophvte. Harry Clifford smiled but he looked a little embarrassed, notwithstanding. "She would have you in a minute if vou were to propose," pursued Dr. Darling, dropping great red-hot splashes of sealing wax over a sheet of blotting paper, and stamping them with his monogram iuan aimless sort of way. "Yes, but I tell you, sir. that I don't want to projose,"' said Harry, staring at the intertwined I). J. D's. as if they were the most interesting things in the world. "You don't want a pretty girl for a wife?" "Not that pretty girl in particular, doctor."' '"Xor fifty thousand dollars?" added the doctor, pronouncing the three moment nous words in a manner that made them sound very weighty ipdoed. "I would not object to the fifty thousand dollars in itself, sir but as an apjiendage to Miss Bradbury—" "I believe the boy is crazy!" ejaculated I)r. Darling. "We'll, well,"as the Scotch

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iroverb has it, *A wilfu' man maun hae wav,' and I shall interfere no farther. he a a '"Yes, sir?" "You are going to the city this afternoon?" "That is my present intention, sir." "Stop at "itapierre's, will you, and leave Mrs. Darliug's pearl brooch to lie mended. I ougbt (to have done it a week ago but a man .can't think of everything." "Certainly, doctor and Harry Clifford deposited the pearl brooch—an oldfashioned ornament of massive gold, set with tiny seed-pearls—in his waistcoat pocket. "Rather a careless way to carry jewelry, young man!" said Dr. Darling, elevating his eyebrows. "Oh, I never lose anything!" asserted Harry, in an off-hand sort of way.

..»j'ake the child, Jod

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perspiration stood on her forehead, ihis tlirongh tlie dry timbers of the wooden iHior, desperate creature bore little re- landing like the laughter of merry desomblance How to MiSS Until. She semblance now to Miss Rnth. She walked slowly ."down'past the orchard, with its blossoms filling the night air with fragrance, down to a deep hollow beyond, where stood a pine tree, solitary

to the town. The fire

already blazing high and crackling

mons. "The N'atioiial Hotel is on tire, where them theater folks are." oue of the boys shouted.

The morning sun was casting bright, *1 1„ 1A (jjp flickering threads of gold across the any more disastrous svmptonK. kitchen floor the morning-glories and

Maderia vines, trained across the ease-

man did not seem to ment, stirred softly in the mid-July Upojj

•o ho raised his head, air and Ursula Percy, Mrs. Darling's or- ijiafklx-rry I now wild and blood- plian niece, was busy, "doing up"black-

i^rric: Fre^h as a rose, with liazel eyes, softened to intense blackness at times by the shadow of their long lashes, and smiling searlet lips, she stood there—her calico dress concealed bv the housewifely apron of white dimity that was tied round her waist, and her black curls tucked remorselessly back of her ears—looking demurely into the bubbling depths of the preserving kettle, like a beautiful arody on one of the witches in "Macieth while on the whitely scoured pine table bevond a glittering tin vessel was uphcapcd with tho lieautiful jet black fruit, each separate berry flashing like the eye of uu 9WUUU "I rsnla!"

The pretty young girl started nearly dropping her skimiuer into the preserving kettle. •'•How vou startled rii'C, Harry!"

Harry advanced into the kitchen, with an admiring look at the bright face, flushed with a little blush and a good deal of stove heat. "You are always at work, Ursula." "I have got to"work, Harry, to earn my own living," Ursula Percy answered with a slight uplifting of her exquisite black brows "I am not an heiress, like Miss Bradbury." "Confound Miss Bradbury!'exclaimed our hero. "I hear nothing but Miss Bradbury tho whole time." "She is a very sweet young lady, Harry," said Ursula, in mildly reproving accents. "I dare say but—what a lot of blackberries you'have here, to be sure, UrfSlllllt'' "Forty quarts," said Ursula. "Aunt Darling'always enjoys them so much in winter."

Harry put a honey-sweet globule of fruit into his mouth. "Hlaekberries ur6 a beautiful fruit, Ursula." "Very, indeed and Miss Percy diligently skimmed away at the bubbling caldron. "Kspeciallv when you are doing them up." added the young M. 1)., with

UxiTt'ixt out of the wmaow up, rtj, in thevallcv, and a I clumsy effort at compliment. Hi in ,«w ,, '.u.i .l A«.nau-«r tlfirj

Ursula did not answer. Harry walked up to the range and took both her hands

""Harry, don'l! The berries will burn/ "Ixt 'em burn, then who cores?" "But what do vou want?" she asked, struggling impotently lo escape, and laughing in spite of the grave look she fain would have assumed. "To see vour eyes, Ursula."

She lifted the soft hazel orbs to his face then withdrew them with sudden shyness. "Doyou know what answer.I read those eves, dearest?" lie whispered, after a moment or two of silence, broken only bv the hissing and simmering the boiling blackberries. "No." "I read "Oh, Harry, I dare not. Uncle and aunt arc so determined yon shall marry Miss Bradbury."

Vnd I am so detennined not to marry her. Is a man to lie given a wav as If he were a house and lot, or a bundle of old clothes, I should like to know? rsula— "Hairy, they nrr burning! I am sure of t. I can smell them. Oh, do let my hands!" ,, .,

Harrv Clifford deftly sensed up the Wg Iron spoon and stirred the boilmg depths

^tT.nVour imagination, Ci*oi»l" "No, it's not and if they arethe least bit scorehed they i«« he spoiled tor Aunt Darling." "Bat, UisuW i'

The crcaking sotind of tm opening door beyond suddenly dissc^Ved^ie Ursula almost pushed Harry Clif-

fe»^ull\^nkt^Si»to^

Yes, yes, anything—everything only

**°\iKi Harrv mvnt,be&tsrtin$

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asriknitate. Y(Mr war! brooch, my dear? €S», I mmIwveit to Harry more than a week ago to have mended. I A*re -mv it's donebr this time?" and Dr. Dar'4hig turned expectantly to our hero.

I—rm very sorry," begaxi tikrry. "but the brooch disappeared in th® most unaccountable manner from Any vest pocket. I know I put it there—" "Yes," drvly interrupted the elder gentleman, "1 remember seeing you put it there, and you assured me at the time

with a glance toward that lady, "that 1 will replace it at the very earliest opportunity." "Oh, it is of no consequence at all!" said Mrs. Darling, with a countenance that said plainly, it was of the very greatest consequence! "Perhaps we shall find it somewhere about the house."

But the davs slipped by one by one, and the doom of the pearl brooch remained involved in the deepest mystery. Harry Clifford bought another one and presented it to Mrs. Dr. Darling, with a little complimentary speoch. Mrs. Darling laugncd, and pinned it into the folds of the thread lace barb she wore at her throat. "But it's so strange what can have become of the other!" said Mrs. Iarling.

It was in the golden month of September that the old doctor and Mrs. Darling made up their minds to invite Miss Bradbury to tea. "VVe'll have pound cake and preserved black berries," said Mrs. Darling, who always looked at the material side of things. "And if Harrv don't come to terms now, lie never will," added her husband, who didn't. "Get out the best china and the chased silver tea service, Ursula," said Mrs. Darling. "AUK wear your pink French calico, child it's the most becoming dress you have," said licr uncle, with a loving glance at the bright little brunette.

And IT rsula Percy obeyed both of their mandates. Miss Bradbury came—a handsome, showy young lady, with a smooth, "society" 'manner that mado Ursula feel herself very countrified and common indeed. "Delicious preserves these!" said Miss Bradbury. "They are of Ursula's making," said Mrs. barling. And Harry Clifford passed his plate for a second supply. "I remember the day they were brewed, or 1

Hiked, or whatever it is vou call it," said he, with an arch glance at Ursula. Suddenly old Dr. Darling grow purple in the face,* and began to cough violently. Everv one started up. "He's swallowed the spoon!" cried Miss Bradbury. "Oh, oh! he's got the apoplexy!" screamed Mrs. Darling, hysterically. "Uncle! dearest uncle! piped up poor little Ursula, vaguely catching at glass of water.

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swallowing!" And he held out his wife's pearl brooch, boiled tip in the blackberries!

There was a momentary silence around the table and then it was broken by Mrs. Darling—one of those blessed old ladies who never see an inch beyond their own spectacled noses. "My goodness gracious!" said Mrs. Darling "how could it ever have come into the preserved blackberries? T— don't—sear-"

But I do!" said Dr. Darlhig, looking provokingly knowing. "Yes I sec a $ood many things now that I didn't see Ixtfore." ,,

And Harry, glancing across tlie tabk) at Ursula, was somewhat consoled to perceive that her cheek was a shade more scarlet, if that wero possible, than his own.

He followed the old doctor into his office when the evening meal was concluded—Ursula did not know how she ever would have lived through it, were it not for Mrs. Darling's delightful obtnseness, and Sophy Bradbury's surface charm or manner—and plunged boldly into the matter. "Doctor—" lie licgan, valiantly but the old gentleman interrupted him. "There's no need of any explanation, my bov," he said. "I know now why vou didn't want to marry Miss Bradbury. And 1 don't say that I blame you much only I came very near choking to death with Ursula's blackberry jam!"

And Doctor Darling laughed again, until, had his spouse been present, she would surely have thought a second attack of apoplexy among the inevitables. "Little Ursula!" lie added. "Who would have thought of it? Well, you shall have my blessing."

The pearls were all discolored, and the gold of the old-fashioned brooch tarnished with the nchemy of cooking but Ursula keeps that old ornament yet, more tenderly treasured than all the modern knicknacks with which her young husband loads her toilet table And every vesir. when sho preserves blacklierries, *I)r. Darling comes to tea, and makes ponderous witticisms, and pretends to search in the crystal preserve dish for a "boiled brooch!"

But then jolly old gentlemen will have their jokes.

standard ADVICE.

Would vou keep your rosy complexion wear thick soled shoes. Would you enjoy quiet content, do awav with* airs and pretense.

Would you have others to respect your doinions/hold and never disown them votirself*

Would you have good health, go out in tlie miriahine. Sickness is worse than freckles,

Would you respect yourself, keep vour heart and Ixnly clean. Would von retain the love of a friend, do not 1« selflahly exacting.

Would you gain the confidence of buHinem inen do not try to Hupport the *tvle of your employer.

Would yon never be told a lie, do not aak personal questions. Would vou sleep and have a good appetite, attended to your business.

Would vou have the respect of men, never permit yourself to indulge in vulgar conversation.

JT IS UNLUCKY.

To foil out of a third story window on Moodav. To meet a red headed woman on a Tuesday (especially if you owe ber any

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