Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 12, Number 40, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 1 April 1882 — Page 6

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

THE WORKING MAN.

The noblest men I know on earth ...... vrc men whose bands are brown with toil, "Who, backed by no ancestral g«v«.

Hew down tlie wood and till the soil, And win thereby a prouder naine Than follows King or warrior's fame. The working men, whate'er the task.

Who carve the stone or bear the hod, They bear opon the honest brow The royal stamp and seal of Ood And worthier are their drops of sweat Tuan diamonds on a coronet.

God blew the noble working men, Who rear the cities of the plain, Who dig the mines, and build the ships,

And drive the commerce of the main, God bless them

for

their toiling hands

Have wrought the glory of aJl lands.

A Real Sweet Story.

Margaret Eytinge in Harper's Weekly. It was by far the worst quarrel they bad ever bad, and they had had many, for she had a temper, and he bad a temper and they were both of them impulsive' young people with very little self-

^"yoq area false, selfish, untruthful, man-like man," said she. "And you area suspicions, unreasonable, unwomanly woman," said he. "Take back vour letter*," she cried, flinging a parcel tied with hyacinth-blue ribbon on the floor at his feet. "I will," he muttered between his clenched teeth, picking up the parcel and throwing it into the lire, where it blazed brightly for a moment or two, and then Hew away in thin uncanny black fragments up the chimney. As the last fragment disappeared, Rick turnod agaiu to Letty,

w,th

frowning

brow, and asked, as he had asked before, "Do you still persist in accusing me of deceit and falsehood?" "I do,'' she replied, "unless you show me the charm." "I will no*show it to you," hedeclaied, witli violent emphasis. "If my word be not sufficient, I refuse to give you farther proof. I wonder that you dare insult me by asking it. And I also -wonder how you, believing me to be fal«e and truthful, can be willing to trust vour future to me. And, to speak 'frankly, I begin to think we have made __ i_ that we

thing but »'Two souIh with but a single thought, Two hearts 1 hat twat as one.' (These lines were quotod with most sarcastio inflection.) "And furthermore, I also uogin to think

that

"Oh, indeed,

perhaps it would

have boon better if wo had never made this mistake—if we had never met, in

sir!"—with

great as

sumption of dignity. "Have you just arrived at that conclusion I have long boen sure of it. liut there is iiothing easier than to part, liaur letters are already disposed of. To-inorrow I will sond back your ring and picture. And then, whon 1 am free once more, I can try to please my mother (our acquaintance, as you are well aware, has nevei pleased hor), and in pleasing her I may lind I am doing a pleasant as well as a wise thing for myself." "Are you referring to IJrougbam Brown?' ,, "I ain refe

ring

Brougham

Brown.

"Hy Heavens!" exclaimed Kick, soizing iii.H hat, "this is too much. Letty, jrood-by forever!"

Hut Letty began luimwing an air from 1'ationco, drumming an accompaniment on the window-pane, and vouebwifod no answer. Rick rushed from the room. The humming and drumming mixxl instantly, and tho whilom porformer listened intently. Five minutos passed, and still the strqft door did not slam, "llo is waiting for me to como out into the hall and beg his pardon, 1 suppose," she said, with a defiant grimace, "but I won t, and she turned again to tho window as the door shut with a bang.

And then she Hung herself on the lounge, kicked off her slippers, and cried like a Summer shower. Kiok gone, and trono "forever"!—Rick, whom she had loved so dearlv, and who had loved her »o dearly, for two long years. And why Just becauso that silly, giggling Lena Varian, with her pale blue eyes and gtrnw-ooloml hair, had chosen to tell flbs about him.

And

shaking the tears

from her lashes, she began scolding herself ax hard as she had scolded poor Rick-. "The idea, l-ettv Lounsberrv, of your believing that girl before him. What p«H.sosMd you? He did liirt a little with tier, that is true but all men liirt a littlo with girls who persist in admiring them and flattering them. But he never gave her the little gold pig—iyour Christmas gift to him—never How she jrot it I can't imagine, but ho would have explained ir you had given him a chance." And then the absent mother, cone to Aunt Emory's for a two days visit, came in for a sharo of reproach. "If she had only lot our engagement, be known, instead of insisting upon our waiting until Rick was twenty-one, and I bad not been obliged to carry uiy enflnuzemont ring in my back hair, the only place where it is safe from liaby -Goodnew gracious! Baby!" A no Lct.y suddenly remembered that ever since Rick mine in to

make

fnllv

randmatnma, and which was beingcarekept for Aunt Emory's (Aunt Kmory was an old maid worth thirty thousand dollars) birthday. There ft stood directly in front of Baby, with tnore than half of its thifk paper hat torn off, and a yawning cavity made in its precious contents by little scooping

hastily fashioned another paper hat and tied it securely over what remained of the original covering.

Then said Baby, "Rick tiss I—nice Rick 1" Oh, that is what he was doing when she foolishly imagined he was waiting for her to come and implore his forgiveness—bidding good-by to Baby. She might have known it, for he had always loved Baby dearly. "Yes, Baby nice Rick, good Rick, dear Rick but, for all that, the ring he

fave

me goes back to-morrow unless bear from him to-night. How dare he wish that we had never met?"

But she did not hear from him that night, and the next day the little band of gold was released from its hidingplace in her thick brown hair, and a too faithful messenger placed it in Rick hands as he left his place of business. But, ah! what a silent, sorrowful maiden wandered about the Lounsberry dwelling thereafter! what a listless, weary voice repeated tbe nursery rhymes that Baby demanded fifty times a day! "No nice—no more," said Baby, missing the merry tones and the happy laugh. ,,

But Mrs. Lounsberry was not all displeased with the turn affairs had taken. Brougham Brown suited her much better as a prospective son-in-law than Richard Creighton. One was a wealthy young brewer, the other a poor clerk in a counting-house. "Lettv will scrah get over it,"

she

to Letty's father, whose heart

said

ached

tiara

to bear for a while. I thought 1 should have died when Stephen Ford married my cousin but I didn't: I lived to marry you, and

have a

seal-skin

cloak,

and Mrs. Ford hasn't even a jacket." And so Brougham Brown, who was really a manly, generous, good-hearted fellow in spite of bis beer and wealth, encouraged by the maternal head of the house, began devoting himself in the most ardent fashion to Letty and she, seeing her mother's pleasure thereat, and hearing no word from Rick, received his attentions in a passive, unresponsive way.

Three months went by, and it was Aunt Emory's birthday, and that eccentric old lady had decided to divide it among the family, lunching with one portion, dining with another, and supping with a thud. The lunch party was iven at her sister i^etitia's (Mrs. Lounsoerry), and some half a dozen old friends and some dozen relatives were bidden to the feast. Letty, in a sea-green gown (Rick's favorite gown), with a spray of pink hyacinths (Rick's favorite Spring liower) in her hair, went quietly about welcoming the guests, Brougham Brown following her like her shadow, until lunch was announced. Then taking her place at the table, the young man still near her, she raised the cover from and dipped a spoon into the last jar of grandmamma's famous peach marmalade (she had it placed before her, trusting to be able to hide the mischief Baby had done), when somebody said, addressing hor mothor: "Have you heard that Richard Creighton is going abroad for his health He has given up his situation, and sails in a day or two. They say betas failed fast lately."

And the very next moment Aunt Emory lixed her spectacled eyes upon ber niece's poor p&le face, and asked, sharply: "What's the matter, child? Do you see anything dreadful in the 8W66tS "No, ma'am," answered Letty, with a pitiful attempt at a smile, when the spoon struck something harder than preserved peaches should be. "Let me help you," said Brougham: and with one turn of his wrist ho placed upon tbe dainty china shell before her— a wad of paper. "And so that is the last of the celebrated marmalade, is it?" said Aunt Emory. "I don't want any. I prefer my sweets unmixed with unknown foreign substances. Take it away, Norah.''

But Letty WHS already slowly unrollthe paper (it proved to be tho missing part of the jars original hat)—a rather difficult thing to accomplish, as it struck persistently to her small fingers, but accomplished at last, when out rolled the little gold pig. And on the inside of tho paper was scrawled, in Rick's bold hand, these words: 'MY DARLING,—How foolish we are —I mean I am! Here is tho charm. Miss Varian had it about ten minutes last night—only long enough to show it to you and tell you a story about it. Bawy will give it to you. Had no paper, so I tore a piece off one of your jam pots. Will see vou to-morrow evening.

?Uck."

a morning call, know

ing Mrs. lrMinsberry was absent—poor follow 1 he have staid away if he could haw forseen his reception—Baby had boon sitting alone in the dining room in tin* middle of the big dining table, surrounded bv all tho pic»lc and marmalade jars and fruit wins and catsup bottles and jam pots out of tbe store room. For it was the monthly house-cleaning day, and tho store room fell to Letty'a share, the foreign help being gifted with too great a talent for abstracting and devournur both sweets and sours. Letty sprang frwu the unge, thrust her feet into her slippers, and hastened where duty bad been willing her for some time. Baby Mtt, as'goocaa gold, nursing a bottle of tomato sauce, snugly wrapped in a dish towol, in the very spot where she had been when Rick's ring summoned her sinter to tbe door. Only one small flask l«v broken on the floor, tilling the air with tbe subtle fragrance of garlic. "That won't be missed." said Letty. "Thank fortune, there is no worse mischief done." But' the "thank" was scarcely uttered when her eyes fell upon, tbe last jar of the famous peach marmalade, the ween* of the making of which died with

Babv, why couldnt yon have

taken anv iar but that?" asked Letty, reproachfully and dramatically. But Babv evidently had no excuse to offer for not do so, forahe kept on crooning to ber bottle doll, while her sister

RICK."

Never did anv young lady so suddenly break through all the conventionalities of society, never did daughter so quickly forget the wishes of hor mother, never tiid niece so unflinchingly brave the displeasure of a thirty thousand dollar aunt, as did Letty Lounsberry the instant after she Va(i

re"d

thls

"ote.

"Brougham," she cried, looking at him with beautiful, beseeching eye*. "I must see Rick. I nw-*t—I must. You will go and bring him to me, dear (It was the first time she had ever called him "dear," and, alas 1 ho felt that it would be the last.) For a moment he pulled bis long mustache nervously. "We are not very good friends, you know," at last he said. "Yes, I know. But I am to blame for that too," said Letty, hurriedly. "For-

ive me, Brougham, but I must see

And the good fellow, hesitating no longer, turned from that imploring face, and, with tuggiug at his heart strings, went off to seek his rival. He found him, and brought him back to the girl they both loved.

And what do you think Aunt Emory did?—Aunt Emory, who had declared over and over again that only as Mrs. Brougham Brown, Letty should inherit any of her monev. "Left the house in a passion Not a bit of it. Sho laughed and laughed until she could laugh no longer. "Now I shall have something new to tell the folks," she said. "They must be tired and sick of my old yarns. I'm sure I am. Love, gold pigs, jealously, and marmalade all mixed up together. Its one of the funniest things 1 ever heard in all tnv life." "I'm glad yoa think so," said Mrs. Lounsberry. "It don't strike me that way. What are they going to live on?" "Oh, I'll look after them," said Aunt Emory and her remark makes a very good ending to this real sweet story.

RXJO HEALTH ASD BE HAPPY. For depression of spirits, general debility t*nd ill-health, also as certain strengthener of every part of tbe human system, nothing equals Brown's Iron Bitters.

NOT the least important features in Fellows' Compound Syrup of Hypophosphites, is tbe Comfort, Buoyancy, and vigor which is inspired by its use, as the p«tient recovers from sickness. No other preparation known contains tbe same potent and direct effect on tbe nervous system.

CHANGE

Shaddy tree, Babbling brook. Girl in hammock,

Beading book, Go»den curls, Tiny feet, Girl in hammock

Ijooks so sweet. Man rides past, Big mustache, Girlln hammock

Makes a "mash," Mash is mutual, Day Is set, Man and maiden

Married get. II. Married now,

One year ago, Keeping bouse On Baxter Row. Red hot stove,

Beefsteak frying, Girl got married, Cooking trying. Cheeks ail burning

Eyes look red Girl got married, Nearly des»d, Biscuit burnt up,

Beefsteak eharry, Girl got married, Awful sorry. Man comes home,

the sight of his daughter's sad lace. A first-love disappointment is

3lways

Tears moustache, Mad as blazes Got no hash. Thinks of hammock %In the Jane, Wishes maiden.

Back again. Waideu also Thinks of swing, Wants to go buck

Too, poor thing! III. Hour of midnight,

Baby sqnakingv Man in sock feet, Bravely walking, Baby yells on,

Now the other Twin be strikes up, Like his brother, Paregoric

By the bottle, Emptied into Baby's throttle. Naughty tack,

Points in air, Waiting some one's Foot to tear. Man in sock feet-

See him—there! Holy Moses! Hear hini swear! Raving crazy.

Gets his gu-», Blows his head off, Dead and gone.

IV.

Pretty widow, With a hook, In the hamm'»ck

By the brook.

Man rides past, Big moustache Keeps on riding,

Nary iiuisli.

Mr. Windom's Choice.

BY LOUISA ALEXANDER.

"Do you know you are distractingly pretty iu a temper "And you are excessively impertinent.

Miss Lvnde drew her slim htigers to its full height and flashed indignant eyes upon tbe gentleman opposite. "And so," said Roger Windom, his manner assuming sudden warmth, "you consider nie impertinent because, to my eyes, you are the loveliest wotnau in the world, and therefore 1 bavo asked you to marrv me, what her my undo likes it or not The young man was thoroughly in earnest now, and poured out_ his words without reference to rheuyrjg: or eifcct. "It is precisely that to which I object," interrupted Miss Lvnde, imperiously. "Listen to me. You come here, where I am employed as governess, ostensibly to visit the lady of the house—in reality to see me. You waylay me on the street when I g« out to walk you annoy me, and astonish Mrs.

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENiy MAIL

I3artal6tt

asking

for a private interview, and then you tell me, with your usual assurance, that you would like to marry me, although vour uncle, upon whom you are entirely dependent, has emphatically refused his consent. You'leave my possible feelings altogether out of your consideration, Mr. Windom. You should remember that I have my own dignity to uphold, and thut I am not a scheming adventures trying to thrust myself upon an unwilling family."

Miss Lynde stopped, breathless, although in her excitement her gray oyes still flashod dangerously. "At least, you have been very plain spokeu," said Roger Windom bitterly, standing as he had listened with bis black brows contracted and arms folded upon his breast. "And now, perhaps, Miss Lyudc, you will permit me to answer you. I have very little to offer in defence, except that I'have been foolish enough to love you madly from tho moment that I first saw you smile and heard you speak. I have no excuse ready for my reprehensible conduct in waylaving you on the street—none for asking you to accept tho devotion of my life. Pardon me that in dwelling on my own seltisb hopes I have failed to consider the delicacy of your position. But I will not trouble you further, Miss Lynde 1 will bid you good-day." "Stay a moment," interrupted the lady, with a detaining gesture.^ "Mr.

coquetry in its pei

frankness. "You do not know what mv life has been," she added gently, "flven as a child I Knew what unhappiness meant, for my

poor

oven as you have wished nie to do, against tho wisnes of her husband's family. In a year lie was tired of her— accused her of having spoiled his career finally, he deserted her. Before my poor mother died she told tno her sad story: I promised her then that I would never marry as she had done and, so help roe Heaven! I never will.' The beautiful eyes were full of unshed tears as they were raised to R"ger Windom face, and the girl's voice trembled slightly as she went on "I thank you indeed for the honor you bavo done me I will even acknowledge that under different circumstances I niigbt have learned to love yon. But, as it i.-f, it is bettor we should never meet. Do not come here any more—don«t see me again, and you will soon forget thai »ui*ii an insignificant person exist as.lauet Lynde."

As she ceaswd speaking. Miss Lynde's pale face was lit up wi:h :.n April smile, and the haiiiti

brl

hands hanging helpless at her side and head downcast. She was not a beautiful woman, scarcely a noticeable one amongst a number, and yet there was something noble in tbe poise of the proud head, in the beautiful directness of her gray eyes, in the resolute curves of lips and chin. It was a face whose beauty and intelligefice grew upon you as you gazed—a face that inspired involuntary confidence and a belief in truth and goodness.

"Pray, Mrs. Bartalett, who is the young lady across the way from us?" Mr. Stephen Windom was addressing himself to his hostess, a well-preserved matron,1 intent upon being agreeable to her millionaire guest. "That is Miss Lynde, my governess really a superior young person, and the children are quite devoted to her," explained the lady with much graciousness.

Janet, iu a blue lawn dross and broadbrimmed garden-hat, was seated upon a rustic bench, ostensibly reading, but in reality gazing out over the fair green meadow that stretched before ber, while she pondered absently upon the inscrutable ways that had brought Roger Windoin's uecle under the same roof with her. The Winter had gone and Summer come again since she and Roger had parted. In a despairing letter of farewell she had learned that he had parted from his uncle in anger—had gone out into the wide world to work out his own future, but not without the hope, he added, that some day he should come lack to seek and claim her.

Janet's reverie was interrupted by voices close upon her, and, rising hastily in her confusion, Miss Lynde was introduced to Mr. Windom. sunlight and faint blushes met upon i,cr cheek and made her positively beautiful, for the time, as she stood talking to the stately and ceremonious old man who had once held her happiness iu his hand and bad refused to give it to her.

Long ago Janet had confessed to herself tbat Roger Windom's love would have crowued her life with happiness indeed. For life had been a very colorless affair to Janet until the advent of this handsome and ardent lover, and now tbat he was gone Miss Lynde had discovered that, after all, she had not been impervious to the influence of ail absorbing love. There was a singular mixture of reverence and repugnauce in the girl's mind toward this proud and self-opinionated old man, and Miss Lynde's eyes and lips were very grave as she answered Mr. Windom's courtierlike speeches and walked beside him down the trim garden paths.

Evidently, he was not aware that this was the woman who had taken bis nephew away from hinv Roger bad withheld the name, and the other had not the curiosity to inquire it. The fact was sufliciont to the inflexible old man. His nephew wished to form a connection beneath his position in life. The woman had sufficient shrewdness to see that his consent was necessary to make her marriage to Jiis adopted heir a desirable one. Mr. Windom congratulated himself on his own astuteness when he absolutely declined this compliance with his hot headed nephew's impassioned and very impatient demands. So the two equally tiery and obstinate natures had met in wordy combat, and both bad been worsted, though each had refused to yield. They had parted in anger, and Mr. Stephen Windom was trying the effect ofchmigoand variety in his now lonelv life for, all unacknowledged to himself, ho felt his nephew's defection very keenly, and bat

for

rindcncy

mother married

I'xteuded in

token of farewell was lirutly clasped between to larger palms. "I shall never forget you," said the young man passionately, his brown eyes looking with a triumphant gladness into hers. "And I shall love you until the boor of my death. This I shall tell my uncle, and If he still persists in refusing his consent, without knowing you, or even so much as hearing your name, then henceforth be Mia I are strangers. For, Janet, what jrou are not allowed to share, neither will I possess or enjoy and eo, darling, for a time,

^Bcfore^Miss Lynde had quite recovered herself, Roger Windom had kissed tbe little white hand so closely imprisoned in his own, and was gone. For along time she stood as be Bad left her, with

his pride would

have begged him to come back again. In the meantime Mr. Windom found himself becoming greatly interested in this serious-eyed Miss Lvnde. Quite unaware, Janet had touehoa tho vulnerable spot in Stephen Windom nature, He fancied in her a resemblance to his dead wife, and she had not dispelled the illusion by the fashionable airs and affectations that young ladies generally display. So Mr. Windom's visit at Mrs Bartilett's elegant country mansion was prolonged from week to week, until that lady confidentially asserted to her husband her belief that Mr. Windom intended marrying their governess and certainly the lady's theory was not without sufliciont basis, for the gentleman's oldfashioned and courtly attentions were impressive enough to even unobservant eyes..

It was not worth while to quarrel at our first meeting," thought Roger, as he came slowly down stairs as the dinnerbell sounded. Then he opened the door and entered the brilliantly-lighted room. Standing before the fire, with her back to him, he saw a slender female figure with soft brown hair braided smoothly into a crown upon a wellshaped head, and her trailing silk robe, of pale hue,- hanging in statesque lolds a

She turned slowly, and brought him face to face with Janet Lynde. "Janet! you here?" ho cried eagerly,

hand" still tightly clasped in his, "that you are marned?" "No, not married," Janet answered. "At least," he said, drinking in the beauty of her face with hungry eyes— "at least you are more prosperous," with a quick glance at her heavily-jew-elled hands and the richness of her ivory tinted gown. "Yes, I have be^n greatly blessed," she answered, quietly. "And I suppose that you are here visiting this paragon my unele raves about? Janet, do you

Know

One morning, as Miss Lynde was leaving ber room, sho

was

rather startled

by Mr. Windom's servant handing her a'iolter, with that gentleman's compliments. (Jould it bo possible that he was reallv about to propose to her, as Mrs. Bartalett had vaguely intimated? thought Janet, as sho broko the seal in some perturbation and this was what she read: "MY PEAK YOUNG LADY: "I have considered for some time whether 1 should speak to you upon this subject that lies very near my heart, or trust it to the more dis-passionate medium of a letter. For I desire that you should weigh carefully the proposition 1 have to make you. I am an old man, without» tie that is not mercenary. The only relative 1 had living has forsaken me in my old age for some scheming auveuturess, who doubtless expected to secure my money too. Will you_ come to me in his stead, to cheer and brighten tho remainder of my dnys? 1 have not asked you without dne reflection and a thorough study of your character and to remove j'ou from anj sense of de-

or from future contingencies,

would convey in your name certain bonds and real estate, of which we will speak more explicitly if you consent to regard favorably my proposition. In Ibis event I sl-ould also desire to adopt you legally as mv daughter—tbat you should assume my name, with all its privileges, and I ho assurance, again repeated, that I

acting upon matured

reflection and a sincere motive of mutual beuofit. "Truly yours, "5TBPHEN WINDOM."

Miss Lynde felt extremely perplexed as she*lowly refolded her letter? What should she do? Would she be hurting Roger Windom's interests in accepting his uncle's proposal? or, rather, would she not be rendering him a service in securing him against others who might be more self-interested tbaa she? Altogether it was irresistible, tbe thought of reigning in the honse where Roger had lived—perhaps to have him come back someday to find ber there awaiting him.

A little later, then, and Janet Lynde b«M)*li liansfornicd into «n important personage, with all tbe luxurious surroundings and costly accessories tbat befitted a millionaire's daughter.

Mr. Windom too was kindness itself in his stately, old-fashioned manner, and yet Janet was altogether content.

Tbe coming home, to which aha had looked forward so hopefully, had not come to pass, and upon the subject of bistrnant nephew Mr. Stephen Windom spoke never a word. "And so, Uncle Stephen, you have brought me back all this way to tell me vou have found me a wife But it is out of the question. There is only one woman in the world you could induce rae to

marry, and she will not marry me.' "Wait until you have seen my new daughter," said his uncle, with a« in'dulgent and benign smile.

my uncle sent nie

a beautiful'letter full of the idea of mutual forgiveness and reconciliation aud when I arrived, full of penitence and a sense of my owe shortcomings, behold, it was to marry me to his now daughter that he wanted me!" And Roger Windom looked infinitely disgusted at the bare idea. "It would be a most desirable marriage for you," said Janet, demurely looking down. "Do not be unkind," said the young man, with a beseeching accent of entreaty. "For your sake I went willingly into exile. Already I have been fortunate enough to lay the foundation of a future independence. Onco I have gained a secure foothold, promise me, mv Janet, tbat I may come home to claim you for my very own. Will you promise, mv.darling?"

The eager voice had assumed a dangerous tenderness as the words poured forth, but tbe girl only answered, "You have forgotten, Mr. Windom the obstacles tbat existed still remain, do they not? Believe me, the marriage your uncle has planned is in every way suitable, and from the bottom of my heart I bopo that vou will marry your uncle's choice and Janet

was

evidently in earu-

est. "Then I am sorry I must disappoint you both," said tbeyoun* man,passionately. "Unfortunately, I was born with a heart—an organ with whicn, it appears, you have dispensed. Oh, Janet! with a despairing cadence in his tones, "why can you not love? Why are you so lov« ly and so cold? "Roger' —tho voice had grown suddenly sweet and low—"I will confess it now. From tho bottom of my heart I do love you. Nevertheless," an arch smile breaking over her face, "I am quite 'cpnvinced that when you havo once scidn Mr. Windom's adopted daughter you will change your opinion about marrying her."

And ^hile Roger, with both hor hands in bist was trying to convince her of the impossibility of such a result, tbe door opened, and Mr. Spencer Windom's amased eyes dwelt upon the pretty picbeforo him. "Upon my soul, Roger, you seem to bo progressing very well," said his uncle as he elevatod bis eye-glasses. "And this," said hisnephow, triumphantly leading her foward, "is tho only woiiiuni you can induce mc to marry."

And so it was time that Janet should offer an explanation the result of which was, that in another month's time there was a inagnilicont wedding in the Windom family, and the bride, so charming in hor creamy satin and priceless pearls, was given away by Mr. Stephen Windom.

AN EX-CONSUL'S STORY. To the Editor of tho Brooklyn Eagle: A late Uuited States Consul at one of tho English inland ports, who is now a private resident of New York, relates tbe following interesting story. He objects, for private reasons, to having his name published, but authorizes the writer to substantiate his statement, and if nocessary, to refer to him, in his private capacity, any person seeking such reference. Deferring to his wishes I htrebv uresont his statement in almost tho exact language in which he gave it to mo. C. M. FARMKR, 1(590 Third Avenue, New York. "On my last voyage home from England, some three years ago, in one of the Cunard steamerp, I noticed one morning, after a few days out of port, a young man hobbling about oti tho upper deck, supported by crutches and seeming to move with extreme difficulty and no little paiu. Ho was well dressed and of exceedingly handsome countenance, put his limbs were somewhat emaciated and his faco very sallow and bore the traces of long suffering. As he seemed to have no attendant or companion, he at once attracted my sympathies, and I went up to him as he leaned against the laff'rail looking out into tho foaming track which the steamer was making. "'Excuse me, rny young friend, I said, touching him gently on the eonldert 'you appear to bo an invalid and hardly able or strong enough to trust yourself unattended on an ocuan voyage but if you require any assistance 1 am a robust and healthy man and shall be glad to help you.' 'You are very kind" he replied, in a weak voice, 'but I require no present aid bevond my crutches, which enable me to pass from mv stateroom up here to get the benefit of tbe sunshine and the sea breeze.* 'Tou havo been a great sufferer, no doubt,' I said, 'and I judge tbat you have been afflicted with that most troublesome disease—rheumatism, whose prevalence and intensity seem to be on an alarming increase both in England and America.' 'You are right,' he answered 'I have been its victim for more than a year, and after failing to find relief from medical skill, have lately tried the Springs of Carlsbad and Vicby. But they have done me no good, and I am now on my return home to Missouri to die 1 suppose. I shall be content if life is spared me to reach my mother's presence. She is a widow and I amber only child.' "There was a pathos in this speech which aflectod me profoundly and awakened me» deeper sympathy than I had felt before. I had uo words to answer him, and stood silently beside him watching the Jsnowy wake of the ship. While tdus standing my thoughts reverted to a child—a ten year old boy—of a neighbor of mine residing near my consulate residence, who had

been

ed with it on my representation, and hurrying up again, I soon persuaded the young man to allow me to take him to his berth and apply the remedy. After doing so I covered him up snugly iu bed and requested him not to get up until I should see him again. That evening I returned to his stateroom and found him sleeping peacefully and breathing gently. I roused him and inquired bow ho felt. 'Like a now man,' he answered with a grateful smile. 'I feel no pain aud am able to stretch my limbs without difficulty. I think I'll got up.' 'No, don't get up to-uight, I said, 'but let me rub you again with tho Oil, and in the morning vou will bo able co go

til he said he felt as if he had a mustard {joultice all over his body. 1 then left lim. The next morniug'wlien I went, upon deck* for a breezy promenade, according to my custom, I i'onnd my patient waiting for mo with a smiling face, and without his crutches, although he limped in his movements, but without pain. I don't think I ever felt so happy in mv lite. To make along story short, I attended him closely during the rest of tbe voyage—some four days—applying the Oil every night, and guarding him against too much exposure to the fresh and damp breezes, and on landing at New York, he was able, without assistance, to mount the hotel omnibus, and go to tho Astor House. 1 called on him two days later, and found him actually engaged in packing his trunk, preparatory to starting West for his home, that cvening. With a bright and grateful stnile he welcomed mo, and pointing to a little box carefully done up in thick brown paper, which stood upon the table, he said: 'My ^good friend,Jam j-ou guess what that is 'A present for"vour sweetheart," I answered. "No.' ho innghed—"that is a dozen bottles of St. Jacobs Oil, which I have just purchased from Hudnut, tho druggist, across the way, aud I am taking thena home to show my good mother what has saved her son's life and restored him to her iu health. Aud with it I would like to carry you along also, to show her the face of him, without whom, I should probably nover have tried it. If yon should ever visit the little villiage of Sedalia in Missouri, Charlie Townsend and his mothor will welcome vou to their little homo, with hearts full of gratitude, and they will show you a bottle of St. Jacobs Oil enshrined in a silver and gold casket, which we shall keep as a parlor ornament as well as memento of our meeting on the Cunard steamer.' "We parted after an hours pleasant chat with mutual good-will and esteem, and a few weeks afterwards I received a letter from him telling me ho was in perfect health and containing many graceful expressions of his affectionate regards."

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