Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 11, Number 21, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 20 November 1880 — Page 2

THE MAIL

^A f*APER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRE HAUTE, NOV. S», 1880

AX ODE TO A LOT OF STO VSPIPE

infernal *tulT, your nature well I know, So when I took you down nix month* ago JCach piece I numbered that I might ten JSxacfly how you'd go together well. And n«nr tbetime tor chilly day* draw* nigh,

I madly try, it* that ben did fit an Inch of it. law ami then

To nut you up again I rnadl But all In vain. The Joint* 2fow do not oomc within at

an A I am getting daubed from head to foot. Tjarnb my thumb, but still I persevere. One piece goes down again and rakes toy ear. I grab to catch Ihe pieee, another goes, And falling Bcrapwitbe hide all ©ffmynoae. And then another piece fall* with a lOum, And then (lie rest goes down and I nay ••Dam?" And then my bk*xl gets boiling, and I ssy,. "By all that'* blue, I'll tlx you, anyway!" Once mow I go to work. By patience great get all but a «lngb»mrtion straight, And that I am about to place, wl\-i oh! The chair I atnnd on t:{*! Down !i I go Wbiloon and round me with a horrid cro*h. Til.- whole come* down again in one grand «ra»b. And then tny wife remarks: "I never »w A man Morluinsy!" I nay, "Hold your jaw!" And for a tinman wnd, while I retire To wash myself and swear, to vent iny ire. —Boston I'otrt.

From Good Company.'

An Exceptional Case.

MABKLB. KMKBY.

Miss Kllxabeth sat in the wheel-chair, thinking. It had seemed at the time the merest accident, and yet almost every change In the last ten years had datea from tno day she missed the train at New Sharon. She remembered it all very well. It was a bitterly cold January morning, and a sharp wind kept the air full of flying particl«H of snow. There were half a dozen passengere besides herself wlio4iad been disappointed in making theeastern connection, and they were variously cross, melancholy or jocose ovor tho situation, according to temperament. One burly, red-faced man relieved his mind by trwearing freely at the universe in general and tho Sharon Kail road in particular it did not mond matters practically, but it seemed to be some personal satisfaction to himself. Miss Elizabeth had not the same resource of oxnletive she. too, was shivering with cold, and laid her hand on tho door of the "Ladies' Koom" to work its dreary sholter. It was fastened, and sho looked in at the window. Ropairs wore going 011 inside tho stove was down, the settees wore piled in a heap in tho corner, shavings and pieces of plank scattered about, and a step-lad-der in tho middle of the room, daubed and strenkod with paint. Here was evi-' dently no refuge and she passod on to another door at tho further end of the building.

There was a hot lire hero in the rusty aalamamlor that rose like a volcano from a square desort of sand, and a dozon tnon occupied tho narrow promises, hazy wfth toltaoco smoko. Tho red-faced passenger, planted squarely in front of tho stove, was still engaged in ejaculations uncomplimentary to official manageworo talking jwlltlcs two

uncwnplimo meat, a little group in tho oornor, and two QZ threfc ao

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individuals had pulled c^jwwapfcwfe and resigned themselves to rrtte. Miss EliHibeth was apparently tho only woman alKHit the place, and she stood a moment at the door with a faeeof irresolute a "lif you got to wait for tho other train, 1' guess you'd find it pleasantor over't the horse-tar station," a voice at her elbow said.

Sho turned and saw a young man beaide her—« boyish looking young man, with the nonchalant aa-gooa-as-you-are air that marks a common special of Young America. "I think I should." said Miss Elizabeth, promptly. "Whore to the horse-car atatlon. ploase?"

Right ovor there," he answered, indicating the direction with his head. "Tho little, low buildln', with tho papers in the window." "Thank you," said tho lady, and she started oil across the street. The last snowfall had boon a heavy one, and tho great drifts lay deep and unbroken except where passing teams had worn them down to a state of dingy passability along the lino of tho horse-railroad. The place seemed like a shabby suburb of something hotter drifted snow covored jutich of the untidy detail that might bo evident at another time, but tho scattering shops and dwellings stood out, bare and unrelieved,—dingy houses with faded blinds or no blinds at all, an unkempt grocery or two, and along expanse of high "board fence, covered with circus bills, gorgeous in clowns, acrobats And performing animals a cheerless place, without the air of positive and conscious poverty that is worn by part# of a great city, but simply and dismally third-rate.

The horse-car station was warm and autiny and quite deserted save by a young girl some fourteen years old, with her hair in crimpers, who sat near the Are, reading. Miss klixabeth took posmwsion of an armchair on the other side of the stove and, having loosened her long cloak at tho neck and palled off her jrlovtw to warm her hands, began to look iibout with some interest. It was a periodioal as well as awaiting room, for one section of the counter was covered with illustrated weeklies and i*ner-oovered novels and, besides this intellectual toast, there were material* for entertainment of another sort in a glass case full of cigar boxes and the jareot confectioners- ranged In order on a row of shelve* along the wall. At the end of the room was a d«»or c*»mmunh,s»llng with other parts of the building.

bonnet.

While Miss tiltaaboth was gradually taking In her surroundings with keen eve* that noted with equal surety th© orderly shelve** and the sensational illustration* that enlivened the counter, she was not unaware that the girl on the opposite settee regarded her with furtive ?urifwitv. This newcomerwasertdently of another than New Sharon's atmna:t,—a middle-aged woman with a

Miss Elisabeth felt with a somewhat amused sclf-cotwrfotwneew that the girt was studving her, though she seemed to iuient on the volume in her hand. SN» was apparently in charge of the n.vm, for she was in indoor dreea an.i appeamiwtirelyat home abont the

ked up di rt* gray -i by long)

rather handsome woman. Miss KB® both thought of this at first with a little instinctive disapproval. Beauty might be a good thing for this girl and it might not, thought the lady, as she noted ncr companion more attentively. She was dressed in a faded and mnch-wom gown of some cheap material that bad onco been garnet in color, made in elaborate imitation of some more pretentious pattern with many ruffles and rows of tarnished gilt buttons all the shabbier now from excess of decoration. A rusty, black Iaoe scarf was tied about her neck, outside a knitted jacket of chinchilla wool, and further supplemented by a gilt chain with generous amplitude of links and a brood oval pendant. She had a fancy for jewelry, it was evident, for besides the necklace her ears were each weighted with a heavy ball of jet, and she wore two or three rings ona pair of well shaped hands. "Is it usually so quiet here?" asked Miss Elizabeth. "Not gene rail v. They's always lots here noons'n nigfits when they getoutof the factories, but such cold days nobody don't want to go down town. It's an awful cold day/' and she shrugged her shoulders under the jacket ana rose to look at the lire. "And are you often here alone?" asked the visitor again, eyeing her with not unkindly scrutiny in spite of tho shabby finery and lavish ornaments. The girl pushed open the damper with the toe of a battered kid boot, and put on some coal while sho answered: "I am a good deal lonesome in daytimes, but Mr, Jenkins always stays evenings. They's such a lot in after one thing'n another there has to be two of us." "I suppose people buy a good many papers here." "Evervbody buys 'em Saturday night when they get paid off. Wo have to keep—"

The door at the back of the room opened and a voice screamed: "Jule!" "Yes —pretty busy to 'tend 'email." "JulcT "I'm comin'!" and she slipped out through the door, from which a warm smell of doughnuts was proceeding. Miss Elizabeth took tho opportunity to look over tho stock of light literature that "everybody bought Saturday night,"—tho usual assortment of agonized heroines with flying hair, heroes with slouch hats and revolvers, and villains in faultless evening dress, each with a curling mustache and an evil smile, varied by a pirate, a highwayman or a l»ind of Indians in full feather, on tho shoets more especially devoted to the delectation of tho sterner sex. The pamphlet novels were mostly cheap "socioty" stories, more inane than positively objectionable. She was looking thom ovor with some curiosity when "Jule" entored and took a place behind the counter. Miss Elizabeth wondered what was the girl's own tasto in literature. "Do vou road those stories?" she asked, indicating the pile of paper-covered volumes. "Oh, yes," said Jule, readily. "Thev issomo real good stories in thdse books.' "I want something to look over while I wait for the train. Will you show mo a book that you like yourself? and I will try that."

The girl shot one quick glanco across tho wooden lmrrier from under lior long lashes and began shuffling tho pile of immphlots with a practiced hand.

That's real nice," sho said, "and this, I

pushed

snoction. Miss Elizabeth glanced at the title, saw something about gilding and misery, and exchanged a silver quarter for tho volumo before she went back to her seat by tho stove. She had advanced a page or two in tho fortunes of a heroine with purple-black hair and an amazing ward robo, when the outer door opened and admitted a second visitor, the young man sho had seen at the railway station. "Hullo, Jule!" he said, flinging oneelbow over tho counter. Yotrre as warm as toast in hero. I'm a good mind to stay all day." "Loafers not allowed," said the girl pertly, with a toss of her head. "Why ain't you gone to work?" "Hain't got no work this mornin'. Not a thing to do but make myself agreeable. Say! gi' me one o' them cigars in tho socon'd box. No, the Ave cent-era. I want a good one.'

There was somo little squabbling over tho change sho pretended to keep it back, or ho pretended to dispute her arithmetic, aud it tnndo a good deal of talking across tho counter. The young follow was rather good looking, with bright black ovosana a saucy familiarity of many which easily passes with a certain sort of people for wit,—a 'manner which Miss Elizabeth particularly hated. Julo seemed to come out mistress of tho situation after all, a little to tho young man's discomfiture. "Never you mind, Jule Morrows! I guess I know a thing or two's well's somo othor folks. I^et's see his picture now. Come!" "Ain't you smart?" said Jule, clasping both hands over the cigar showcase. "See whose picture?" "You needn't try to be so green. I know a few things ^at vou don tell me. Did vou get a letter to-oay?" "Jim Gordon! 1'ddlke to know what you're talkln' about." "Ask Old Fyler.. She told me all about It. So now!" "Of all the mean—. Yoa just let me see Cad Fyler." And Miss Jule Merrow set her little white teeth together with a look that boded ill to that luckless person when a meeting should take place. And then, with more of her former shrewdness, she laughed and tossed her hood. "You'retryin* to fool me. I bet you don't know*a thing about it anyway. What'd she tell you, truly?" 4 "What'd you give to find out?" "I wouldn't give a cent!" cried tl»e girl. "I don't care what she said, anyhow:" but she blushed she spoke and her eyes sparkled with vexation. "I gram*you'd 1 setter go home If you can't tala sense." She took up her book once more and half turned her hack towards him as he leaned over the counter. "Jul©."

No answer. "Sav—Jule!" "Well," said the girl, turning about once more, "what'd vou want now?" ••I do" know's you

St? got it handy."

••What is it?" "Look here*n I'll tell you. Ill take it some other time."

bet you won% though." said Jule, with a coquettish tow of her dark locks in answer to a and she made a which he finally evaded ami with a slam of the

gUM"" 1 wun a awn 01 wedowr. "Vou have a wry romfortalvte walt-j It waaa pityt thought theailent looki»« m," Mid Him IT"r-d**h. er on. TM* girt was lytght, gulck wittbe civilly. Sit. ted,-ahe would yet be handsome. What ivw and showed a {would flippant retort and a pnstty f»ce good eyw*,— tlo for her here? It was a pity! Miss "and h.*vy lashes. She Elisabeth looked long and Intently at in now. being In the half- the girl memm the low rounter. who sat mwwi childhood and the! gsxlng aUwently out of the window the but h. «was a young tee certainly bid something at- *, -h .vf 'he fu#4-1 rrwfive now, in spite of the tnlrw into a' tnptn§ *r.- I UeofctrraiTO twek-

whispered word or two motion to hoxhiseara, *Tinifihfii

iser. Probably "Jim Gordon" thought so, and tho original of "his" picture! In a few years more evenr trace of maidenly bloom would be nibbed off by contact with her the natural into a life and cheap jewelry. And yet, thought thcnilent oWrver, it might not be too late now to change the drift of her life. If she were dressed in simple fashion for a girl of her age, given some better food for an eager imagination than these highflown romances of love, murder, and millinery, and brought up among people of quieter manners and more gentle tastes, would there really beany finer °o?

She looked a little surprised. "Yes'm tliat is for awhile. I don't know but what I shall go into the factory to work next month." "~Do you think you would like that?" "I don't know. I guess so. You have to work pretty hard, but you have lots of fun." "But you are rather young for the factorv, are you not?" "Oh, no," said Julo, in a matter of fact way. "Lots of girls go in when they ain't 11101 e'n fourteen—go in on ]art time." "Would you like it better than staying here in the station with your father?'

The girl tossed her head with a little gesture of contempt. "Hen Jenkins ain't 110 relation to me he married my mother, that's all. My name's Juliet Merrows."

Miss Elizabeth usually had all her wits about her in convenient fashion, but that day she offered tho conductor of tho eastern train her visiting card instead of her ticket. She roused herself and corrected the blunder, then fell once more into along reverie that was hardly ended when sne reached home at En(Jicott.

A few days later, Miss Elizabeth had a long talk with Mr. Fenimoro (he was her cousin and a lawyer), and they discussed tlio ros and cows of a plan that lady had taken into her head to concoct. Mr. Ponimoro himself did not wholly approve of it. "I shall never marry to liavo children of my own," said Miss Elizabeth, "but I have' money, time and inclin^tio^to care for somo child thai is in tho already. I have always meant to adopt a young girl, and I think this is tho time, if circumstances will work with mo." "But—a girl of just that stamp, Elizabeth will it pay? Can you do for just that nature what you want to do?" "Perhaps not but I will givo her possibilities a chance to become probable. I think the girl is worth transplanting, though I may be wrong. She has some will of her own, and would have ideas if her life were not so miserably cheap and starved. I think she might make a woman, sometime, somewhere there she will be—I don't know what she may be at twenty-five. On the whole, Harris, I want to thwart Destiny,—and you must help me."

As the result of It all, before the month was out aud Juliet had gone to work in the factory, Endicott was mildly electrified by tho nows that Elizabeth Strong had adopted a daughter. It was an established fact that Miss Elizabeth always did pretty much what she choose to do so Endicott, like tho sensible, quiet little country town it waa, accepted the situation and awaited developments with well bred curiosity. There had been little difficulty in carrying out this desire of a childish woman with substantial means at her command. The Jenkinses had several small children of their own, and Juliet was only Mr. Jenkins' stepdaughter by another marriage in real truth they were glad to shuffle her future off their hands so easily. And Juliet herself? She had spent her days over weeklv romances, and was not this for all the world like way Lord Saymoor adopted Ethelvn Vernon In "The Hidden Will?*' Though, to be sure, Miss Ellxabeth did insert one small statement not in the novels. "I want Juliet for my daughter, not' for a servant," she said "but I do not mean by that simply a fine lady of leisure. I shall educate her to earn her own living in some way by and by, as every woman ought to do as my own daughter would do it I had one."

Mrs. Jenkins declared, In family council, nhc thought this was a pretty stingy notion for a rich woman.

Mr. Fenimore went to meet Juliet when the time came. She took leave of New Sharon, dismal In a February thaw and rain, and came "home" to Endicott. She was very quiet and silent during the few days, and Misa Elizabeth noted with quic appreciation that she had the grace to bo genuinely shy. "At least she is not stupidj" thought the lady. "She can see a difference in things.

Not a word had yet been said in the way of moral exhortation on the duties of her new life, and Juliet had simply, rather stiffly, accepted the many plans as to studies and wardrobe. She had very little taste for text hooks in general, hut Miss Elizabeth discovered to her own great delight that the girl had an excellent though untrained voice, and arrangements were made for its cultivation bv a course of lessons. They were talking over this plan in the hack parlor one evening, after Mr. Fenimore had ended a friendly call and gone away. Juliet was secretly more afraid of Mr. Fenimore than any other person she had seen in Endicott she was always a little depressed and nervous in his presence for very fear leat his sarcastic eym should spy some new awkardness of speech or movement, and she now sat twisting one of her tons, Mack braids about her wrist in lingering embarrassment. She looked np suddenly from her low seat by the fire. ""Well," add Miss Elinabeth, coming to the end of her own period. "What fe t«r* "You are doing a great deal tor me," Mid Juliet slowly, throwing the long braid back over her shoulder.

TERBE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIIT

her nature to answer the aj such surroundings? Who con

gloves.

The "perfectly elegant" story flagged in interest. The heroine had wnth malice aforethought broken three devoted hearts, ana the villain had just made his appearance in the shape of a fabulously rich Lord Somebody, borf Miss Elizabeth scarcely turned a leak she sat for a time in a brown study, ana with a curiously speculative look about her eyes.

Other people camo in one by one on some small errand a little boy invested three cents in peanuts a faded, sharpfaced woman with a woolen muffler tied about her head called for the last New York Sensationalist, and two or three waiting passengers from the railway depot came over for a cigar and a daily paper. Tho horse cars jingled by occasionally, the clock ticked, and Jule turned the leaves of her novel. It was nearly train-time.

Miss Elizabeth fastened the fur cloak about her neck once more, and went up to tho counter while drawing on her

The. young girl laid aside her

00k with a glance at tho page's number, and rose to meet the customer's wishes. "Should I see you if I came in again somo day?" asked Miss Elizabeth, whila tho young girl was tying up a package of cough candy.

=p ^Yes," said Miss Elizabeth simply, "I Wish to do a great deal for you." "And I can't do uothing for you," pursued the girl, still slowly, as if she were thinking aloud. Miss Elizabeth ignored the double negative for once. There were finer requisites than English grammar, after all! "There is one thing you can do," she answered, wondering if it would be a mistake, if the time for this was come. "There is one thing that want—that depends on you alone," "What is it?" "I want to trust you—entirely.

Miss Elizabeth never forgot the way in which the girl answered. She did not speak at once, as many girls might have done, in a little enthusiasm of sentiment: she said not a word for some moments, but sot silent with her hands clasped across her lap while a great, rosy flush spread slowly over cheek and neck,«nd slowly faded, out onoe more. Then she turned. "You may trust me," she said, and •held out her hand as an instinctive -pledge but Miss Elizabeth kissed her instead.

Whatever failings afterwards came to light in Juliet's character, she never gave her new friend cause to doubt this promise. "She has her faults, of course," said Miss Elizabeth one day. "I'm not a saint myself, and one could hardly require it in a girl of fifteen. I don't object at all to a flash of tomper now and then a bit of foolish vanity, any more than I would condemn her utterly for a lingering love of sensation stories. She will outgrow them both in time, as she learns there are better things in the world than gay ear rings and tho Shop Girl's Companion. And I tell you, Harris, the girl is dependable that is the best thing about her. If she tells me a thing, I don't have to calculate the probabilities. I believe it." "Yes, I think she is honest," said Mr. Fenimore.. "Those gray eyes are very frank. But are'nt they a little cold? I I shouldn't precisely wish to call her unfeeling, but—is she not rather—undemonstrative?" "I hate people that'gush," said Miss Elizabeth. "It is too early yet to know, but I think myself she is only wise beyond our expectations. Perhaps I am wrong, but I have a fancy (yes, laugh at if you like—you aynical creature!), I have a fancy that sho knows why I have taken here not to please my vanity with the thought of being a benefactor, but simply to bring the means of widening and growth to somebody else. That is what I mean and I think Juliet is giving thanks in the truest way." "Ye—es," assented Mr. Fenimore again, leaning back in the easy chair and half shutting his eyes in deliberate reflection. "Her manners are certainly different from those of the girl I brought from New Sharon. Sho has improved in her manners too. Yo—es, I think you were insane at the time."

Juliet certainly was improving much in face and manner. Sho had an unusual power of observation, and seemed to show a corresponding amount of adaptability to her new surroundings. Much of this was of course, as in speech and table ettiquette, a matter of simple imitation the new code of minor morals was unwritten, but she silently felt the difference and as silently learned to conform. Of course this was an affair of gradual degrees the habits and tastes of oven fourteen years are not to be changed all at onoe by direct substitution, and not even her noarest friend suspected all the stinging mortification the young rl felt at times over tests for which sho ad been unprepared for Juliet, at the bottom of heart, was proud, very proud. Miss Elizabeth seldom j$ave explicit directions as to her behavior she loft it chiefly to her awakening instincts of refinement and her keen dread of giving disappointment, though many things were perplexing to the young girl's dim idea of conventionalities. The fear that had chiefly haunted Miss Elizabeth, as she remembered the flippant answers and coquettish movements of the girl who sold pamphlet novels in the horse car station, came back deflnitoly only once or twice. Juliet accepted the quiet criticism then with becoming submission and gave no cause for its being repeated but it reminded the older woman that the girl was young and needed more society. Sho took eapedal pains to invite more company to tne house, and to bring Juliet in contact with several young men in Endicott of whom sho herself particularly approved. "It will do the child good," she said. "She ought to learn to meet such boys as Will Thorpe and Jamie Lancaster without a self-conscious blush and flutter. They jare bright, manly, gentlemanly boys, and Juliet, if she only has the chance to know and like them in a frank, womanly fashion here at home, will forget to build up a romance on every passing glance from a stranger."

But all this was years ago. Three summers had passed away since the time when they were planning for Juliet to go awav to Gorham for a year, to study music "farther. She had grown very

gained a certain womanly grace and dignity which made older people believe her a girl of some reserve force. They never knew her antecedents it was decided at the time that Juliet's farewell to New Sharon should be final. Mrs. Grundy only knew that Mias Merrows had been nobody In particular, and had grown into a decidedly handsome girl, with quite an air of her own and a voice worth hearing. Juliet had never "taken to" books to any great extent, she had done genuine wont in music, and with so good results that "earning her own living" seemed possible in a very happy fashion. She was a trifle homesick at the prospect of going away now for a whole year at onoe still, it was In general with glad anticipations that she joined In planhingallthe pretty girlish preparations in the way of wardrobe. Miss Elizabeth said nothing, but she secretly felt a little dull, word leas disappointment at the young girl's readiness to go. And yet—!

The expressman had come one day with the new trunk. Juliet ran down stairs to pay him and went out on the piazza to inspect. She paced slowly backwards acrom the narrow floor to take in all the new magnificence of shining buckles and russet leather, and went too near the ungarded edge. Miss Elizabeth, following from her chamber, saw through the open door the little candeeanesa, and called out In sudden warning. Poor Miss Elizabeth! Juliet was secure and safe bat her own foot slipped, and she fell heavily acrosB the edge of the

Ktair.

Juliet dkl not go to Gorham. The new trunk was packed away in the great ball closet, and the pretty traveling dress replaced bv a loose wrapper that could he worn all night beside the invalid's bed. It seemed a very serious accident at first, and the consulting physicians were cautious about giving modi encouragensent but as weeka went by and gathered into months the strong constitution reasserted its rights, although In feeble wise, and Mias Elizabeth at last exchanged the bed for a great chair in wbkh she could ait or lie at any angle the complaining back required and be

moved more readily from one room til another. Juliet steadily refused to give up her place as ntuse to any one. Othera might supplement her labors as they chose the doctors always gave their especial orders to the young girl with the quick understanding and the steady nerves. Mr. Fenimerers last lingering doubts as to the issue of his cousin's adoption freak faded away during those long months. Elizabeth was right, after all, when she said this girl might sometime make a woman sha Was a woman now in the thoughtfulness, the tender understanding and unselfish care that lightened the atmosphere of an invalid's chamber. The success of the experiment was by no means logical, for Juliet had proved to be a very exceptional girl the case was no foundation for an argument still, thought Mr. Fenimore, it was a wonderfully successful blunder.

That one slippery stair changed a great many things, besides strengthening the bona between the two women and bringing them really nearer together than they had over been before. It made a very practical difference in Juliot's life, for her plans for work away from Endicott were all quietly put aside, and she simply tried to mako up to her friend the personal loss of an activo share in living. She did it, too. Miss Elizaleth used to say afterwards that she had seldom enjoyed life better than then, in the great wheel chair, with Mr. Fenimore coming in every day and Juliet to read and sing, to arrange a fernery that made'summer of December, and totell her about some little ludicrous incident as only Juliet could toll an amusing story/ She was a very contented woman'on the whole, though onco in a while, as she noted tho little graces that made her own days pleasant, she felt a lingering, jealous dread lost some one else should see them all too soon aind claim a lover's right of appropriation. She was thinking in such wise on that

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articular evening when this story of experiment began, and she sat in tho

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jreat chair busy in retrospect and imag-

Mr. Fenimore had come in for a moment in the early evening and noticed uliet's absence. "She has gone down to tho church to work on Christmas green," said Miss Elizabeth. "I might call for her when I come back but no. I suppose tho Reverend James will be coming homo with her?" "I suppose so." "Do vou imagine that is really a serious matter^" asked Mr. Fenimore, leaning his elbow on the mantle piece and looking down at the fire. "It is not unlikely," said the lady.

Juliet is very reserved about some things and I never ask her questions but I think he is not to her just like any other man. I am sure she does care something for him. And as for Mr. Redmoua himself, it wouldn't require any phenomenal acuteness to guess his preference. To tell the truth, Harris, I am afraid it is serious."

Mr. Fenimore softly whispered half a dozen bars of "Bonnie Dundee" before he answered. "Well, she might do worse, Redmond's a good fellow in the main, though he is something of a prig, with those precise little tricks of speoch. I always long to call him 'Jim'

Miss Elizabeth laughed. "But then, I like him on the whole. He has a good heart and a clear head, though ho t«a trifle stiff for my ideal of a young parson. Well, I must bo going down town. Good-night!"

Meanwhile in the little vestry room "many hands" made "light work," and many tongues made a small Babel of of consultation, gossip and laughter^ It is always pleasant to work on Christmas green. The air was full of the spicy scents of hemlock and ground pitio, that lay in great heaps ovor tho floor. Will Thorpe and tho other boys, homo from college wore stripping off sprigs for tho girls to wind, and festooning long wreaths about tho chandeliers ana brackets. There were fewer lazy lookers on than usual everybody worked and talked and compared progress with everybody else even the young minister laid aside his ministerial dignity for the time and balanced himself in impossible places with him and nails, brought in great armfuls of hemlock from the store outside the porch, and several times laughed at nothing In ticular, like any common mortal

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ood temper and a fine digestion. Juliet the choir seats under her particular charge. The girls agreed It was only fair that she should suit herself with the decorations she would see so constantly and closely for during the past

'oar or two she had sung overy Sunday the little stone chapel. The minister seemed to feel a special interest in the choir seats, too. That railing was conspicuous and its decorations might doclde the whole effect of tho church. It was natural that he should take an interest.

The Reverend James Redmond was a tall young man, some eight and twenty years of age a man of scholarly habits and unblemished character a man who had spent all his life among books, and was, as Mr. Fenimore observed, a trifle stiff and unconsciously pedantic when he came to meet with people. He had fine ideals and a manly purpose in life, and when a few more years, had taught him practically what he now belie voain only theoretically,—that all men are brothers,—he would doubtless do what a good man may in his profession. When to Endicott he had

he came met the proverbial sympathy and support of the maidens of the panab, and eager Mrs. Grundy had watched with critical eye for any sign that he might give of preferring sopie individual helpmeet. ust now it seemed to he Juliet Merrows. She had taken a much leas active part In society attain* than the other girls, chiefly on account of Miss Elizabeth. She had never offered to take a class in Sunday school, or talked theology, but simply and quitelv gone her way and done what she had to do with unobtrusive readiness. The Reverend James had not suddenly fallen in love, but he was coming to a gradual conviction that single lire vet incomplete.

The wreaths of nine and hemlock fell at last from nimble lingers scissors and balls of twine were tossed together on one settee Will Thorpe put out the lights, and the Christmas green was left to be finished some other time. Little grouna passed out into the frosty moonlight of the greetings and cold evening walked along with Juliet as he had often done before. The crisp snow sparkled under their feet, and long tree shadow*, fine and Intricate in tracery, lay all across the narrow common. "I beg your pardon, Mias Merrows tot me take that bundle for you."

Juliet handed him a little package as they walked along, "It la nothing to carry," she mid: "only some red tipped moss that one or the bovs brought me, and 1 wrapped

Mr. Barney's paper to carry

home. Mr. Redmond raised the paper closer to hia nearsighted qyes. "One always knows that paper by the column of •Personal*,' he said, rather irrelevantly.

OmHnmed 0* Third Page.

Save Yoar Batr. K«-*p ti Reautlfal. The London Hair ulor Restorer Ik tb« most dtUghdul krilcle ev.r lntroiuo«l totlie Af t-ric«n people, ami Is totally different from all other Hsir Kent »crs, oeing eutiroiy tree trttmnll Impoi ri gredieut.H that v»mder many otuei »m-

IcJm for the hair ob' oxion-. V\ h«.re baldt ess.or Jitl.lng of the lialr prists, or prematura gta »its». 'rom Mrkntfs or other cause*, lis use.wili rvctore the nst* uraI youthful cote .and cunse healthy growth, clean*iua th»« sculp lr malt imparities, dMUdnitf, etc., ih» xhroe time a raofst pi easing and las'lug imlr uressing. flagrantly perfumed r»-nderlnK the hair Witt Mod pilnble, maklrni 11 an indispensable article l« e\er,v Jol'ei. Ask for »ondon H*lr olor Hwtorer Price 75 cehts. six, bott 'o* $4 Sold iv unliu A Armstroug,^aerre Haute,and ail teadugdruggitta.

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RHEUMATISM,

Neuralgia, Sciatica, Lumbago, Backache, Soreness of the Chest, Gout, Quinsy, Sore Throat, Swellings and Sprains, Burns and ^i

Scalds, General Bodil/l'W^f Pains,

Tooth, Ear and Headache, Frosted Feet and Ears, and all other^ Pains and Aches.

No Preparation on onrtli equal* St. Jacow Oil ttafr, rf, simple and ehtap Extirnnl Itcmedjr. A trial an tail* but th* comparatlTnly... trifling outlay of

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IS MEDICINE.

A. VOGELER & CO,, Haitimorr, f/. S. A.

MRS. LYDIA E. PINKHAM.

OF LYNN, MASS.

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Tor all Female Complaints. Thin preparation, a* It* name atgnUlM, eonato* of VegeUbW Propcrtie* that aro harmlew to the mo«t delicate Invalid. Upon one trial the merit* of thlfl Oomponnd will be recognised, a* reli«f 1* lmmadiato 1 aod when it* uMl* continued, In ninety-nine oaaea In boa. dred, a permanent core effected^* thoniiand* will tc» tlfjr. On acooont of It* proven merit*, it 1* to-day recommended and prescribed by the best phyricUuu la the country.

It will cure entirely tho wont form o£ falHog of th* atom*, Ixmoorrha*, Irregular and painful Henntraatlon, all Ovarian Trouble*, Inflammation and

Ulceration,

flooding*, all Dtepbuwment* and the con*

•equent cplnal weakne**, and la especially adapted *0 the Change of life. 11 will di*eolve and expel tumor* from the utenuin an early rtage of development. Th* tendency to canoeroo* humor* there to checked very ipeedily by it* u*e.

In fact It ha* proved to be th* gnwt Mt and beet remedy that baa ever been discovered. it permeate* every portion of the *y*tom, and give* new life and vigor. It remove* fain tne**, flatulency, rtroya all craving for •Oiaulante, and relieve* weakne— pf tho itooscl)

It core* Bloating, Headache*, Xervooa Pro*tration, General Debility, Meepl***ne**, Deprearion and indlgestkia. That feeling of bearing down, c*o*ing pain, weight and backache, lealway* permanently cored hr aswa. It will at all time*, and under aU drcumetan em, met In harmooy with the law that gown# the female qnrtem. for Kidney

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OS and (MWertern Avenue, Lynn. Maw.

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