Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 35, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 24 February 1883 — Page 7

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE,

BEFORE AND AFTER.

ACT FIRST.

"My Maggie, my beautiful darling! Come into my arms, my sweet Let me fold you again to my bosom, So close I can hear your heart beat.

"What these little fingers been sewing? Oue'u been pricked by the needle, I see These hands nhall be kept free from labor

When once they are given to me.

"Eight—nine—ten—eleven! My gracious, Time flies so when I an with yon! It seems bat a moment I've been here,

And now—must I say it?—adieu!

ACT SECOND.

"Oh, Meg, you are heavy—I'm tired! Go, Kit on the rocker I pray. Your weight seems a hundred and ninety

When you plump down in that sort of a way.

"You ha/1 better be mending my coat-sleeve I've spoken about it before— And I want to finish this novel,

And look over thes« bills from the store.

"Eight o'clock! Meg, sew on this button As soon as yon finish that sleeve. ho! I'm so deucedly sleepy

I'll pile ofTto bed, I believe."

TRANSFORMATION.

She kissed me my beautiful darling, I drank the delight of her lips The universe melted together,

Mortality stood In eciipse. A spirit of light stood before me, heard afar rustle of wings The kings of the earth were as beggars,

And beggar* of earth were as kings.

Godey's Lady's Book.

Mrs. Winterne's Rag Carpet.

BY C. M. ARNOLD.

The broad verandah was shaded by such a wealth of tangled vines and blossoms, tbat the afternoon sun cast only flickering shadows on the face and form of the young girl in the rocking-chair. It was a face, nowever, on which the sun might have loved to look, for It was one of rare loveliness. The hair, drawn so smoothly back from the low forehead tbat only one tiny lock strayed from its fastening and touched the pretty ear, was fair enough for any Saxon maiden's, while the eyes, looking from under the darkly-!ringea lids, were soft and brown —so brown, indeed, that except one bad looked clrtsely into their dHsny depths, one woyld have declared them perfectly bla*k. AH rettc, the cheeks were smooth and without a touch of color the upper lip short full, and crimson enough to match the lower one and just the suspicion of dimple lurked in the tiny chin.

The name was Helen Ashley place the village of Saybridge time, four o'clock of an October afternoon.

She looked with somewhat wistful eyps at the gay party of half a dozen girls and their respective cavaliors, just passing through the broad sunlit street. It would be HO delightful—the short walk to the lake, the longer boat-ride to the opposite shore, the little garden party at Lakeview then, the return boat-ride iu the full moonlight, when she kuow the lake would shine like molten silver, and the dark mountains beyond would cast weird shadows on its mystic beauty. And she could not go. Her lot was not one with that of the fait-faced girls passing from her sight. ,Say bridge had been her home only a few months, but the mountains around it bounded her life now, and closebeside her was her work. She had thought herself fortunate when she obtained the situation of teacher in the select school of the ambitious little village, and she now had fourteen small morsels of humanity under her care, besides her pu pils in music. It was because of a les son to the youngest and least Interesting of the fatter, that Miss Ashley had been obliged to decline lior invitation to Lakeview. For, not a little to her surprise, she had been invited.

Aristocratic as was Mrs. Hoffner, the presiding genius of that pleasant country-house, she had not thought it quito the thing to exclude Miss Ashley from her little party for every one else, with what the august lady could not but consider questionable taste, so admired tho young girl.

Mrs. Hoifner, despite her name, was English, and, together with her handsome self, bad brought to her American home not a few little ideas concerning mc and thee, decidedly at variance with those an»und her. But she folded her jeweled hand, lamented to her old-time friend, Mrs. Sherwood, thestate of society, and agreed with her that it was of no use trying to sail against wind and tide.

After a little longer rest than usual in the shady porch, Miss Ashley took her broad-brimmed hat and went to Dr. Hardrop's, where she spenta long hour in conscientiously listening to tha youngest Miss Hardrop's one, two, three, four, and initiating her into the mysteries of the scale of flat then hack to her cottage home tea, seasoned with the mild gossip of worthy Mrs. Winterne then, correction of badlywritten French exercises, and badlyspelled dictation papers, and she was at liberty to sit down before her beloved piano—the sole relic of better days. A quiet hour with ber music rested and refreshed Helen Ashley beyond measure. All the strange and harsh contrast between this and her past life, all the weariness and loneliness dropped away as her Angers pressed the ivory keys and when the clear voice rose full and ktrong, in the songs she loved, it mattered little to the girl that Mrs. Winterne, comfortably nodding in her rock-ing-chair, was her only auditor.

Some one else heard, however, on this particular October night—Dr. Cluness, on his way home from long visit to a little maimed sufferer down by the mill. There was no one passing along the nuiet village street and who shall blame the doctor If he paused a moment bv the picket fence that guarded Mrs. Winterne's small domain, and listened to the sweet sounds? The house was so close that only a narrow flower-bed separated the verandah from the sidewalk, and every word was distinctly audible. Dr. Cluness looked at his watch. Surely ho might be excused If his call were made a little lster than his customary. To think was to act, and a moment later the doctor stood before the door, civilly inquiring of Mrs, Winterne if Miss Ashley were at home.

The door into the little parlor stood open, and Miss Ashley was just rising from the piano as the doctor entered. "Good evening, Dr. Cluness," as she gave him her hand. What a snowflake it was! he thought, as, for an instant.be held it in his strong, brown clasp. "I had no idea of seeing any one to-night. thought you had aH gone to Mrs. HoflTnor's." "Why did you not go?" he asked.

"Ob, I—I was too busy. I bad a music lesson after school and yon "The same reason. I had so many calls to-day that night came upon me before my work was finished. I was just coming home from the lsst place, down by the mill, when I beard the sound of music as I passed here, and I could not resist coming in for a few minute*. "Iam very glad you did," was the rewith suspicious frankness, "for 1 „av4 a little parcel to send down by the mill next time you go—that is, you will take it."

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The doctor looked a little suprised, but he said, "Certainly." She went on, gravely. "Since you told me about tbe little lame boy down there, I have thought of him so oftenthought how long and dreary tbe days must be to him—and this is what I wish you to take him." As she spoke, she lifted a large scrap-book from the table beside her, and placed it in the doctor's hands. "Don't you think it would amuse him for a little while

He turned it over slowly. The smooth pages were filled not with a meaningless medley of little pictures,but with pretty landscapes, bright-plumaged birds, or brilliant fruits and flowers and underneath each one, the name was plainly written. "I am sure it will please him very much. It was very kind of you to think of this for him." "Not at all," she said, quickly, "I had a lot of pictures, and I nave made so many scrap-books for my little cousins, that It is easy work. I lised to do it."

With admiring* eyes, the doctor watched her as sne carefully wrapped the book in paper, and tied a string around it. Even the most commonplace actions were invested with a charm when done by those white fingers, and be almost envied the child for whom this had been done.

After a while, Miss Ashley played and sang for him, and the doctor was twice blessed. He was honestly fond of music, and it was a treat to hear the rich voice rise and fall but it was also something worthy of remembrance, to watch the graceful girlish figure, the exquisite profile, with the great coil of yellow hair resting on the white neck, and the lights and shadows of the soft dark eyes. Her dress of clinging black, relieved only by touches of white at throat and wrists, and a knot of blue under the dainty chin, seemed to him the perfection of grat e. She was so pure, so perfect, so utterly unlike all other women he had known, tbat he counted it an honor to have met and loved her, even if, as he feared, she could never be anything to him.

It was with a smoothed sight that the honest fellow at length tooK his leave and went home, mentally contrasting himself and bis surroundings with the young heir at Lakeview, Guy Hofflner.

Handsome Guy, as many called him, was indeed as great a contrast to Dr. Cluness as could well be imagined. In tbe first place, he had youth, which the doctor had lost next, ho bad good looks which the doctor had never possessed besides the extraneous advantages of wealth, position, and all belonging to them. But in tbis case, as in so many others, "one touch of nature" bad made tbem something more than kin. They were both in love with Helen Ashley.

Yes. Guy Rolleston Hofflner, as his mother almost invariably called him, (for had she not been a Rolleston had so far forgotten what was due to his family, that he had thought seriously of stepping down from his high estate, and making the young teacher his wife. It didn't occur to him that she might object to becoming that exalted personage the only question was, would it be quite a suitable match for him He had seen a good many fair women—not a few had smiled upon him—and he bad yet to see Helen Ashly's equal but he could not help wishing that her position in life were different—like Belle Sherwood's, for instance. This was tho young ladv for whom stately Mrs. Hofflner baa such a decided partiality, and whose gilts and graces bad been so instilled into young Hofflner's mind, tbat, although he had never been in love with her, fiom sheer force of habit he had grown to compare all other women with Tier.

Fortunately for her own piece of mind, Mrs. Hofflner was ignorant of her son's infatuation. To be sure, she had heard from her friend Mrs. Sherwood that Guy was very attentive to Miss Ashley, but, as she remarked to that lady, it was "ordinary civility, my dear Mrs. Sherwood. Nothing more, I assure you." "My dear Mrs. Sherwood" shook her head when repeating this remark to her daughter Belle, and said, sagely. "It's something more than ordinary civility that makes every one so attentive to Miss Ashley."

Miss Belle as she glanced at her own dark beauty in the opposite mirror, replied, "I agree with you, mamma and indeed shbls very fascinating." "I shall not etivy her," continued the elder lady, "if she marries Guy Hofflner at all events, not unless fa belie mere leaves Lakeview altogether, and remoyes to some distant place." "Why, mamma! I thought you and Mrs. Hofflner were great friends." "So we are. my dear but friendship is not blind, if love is."

The innocent cause of these remarks pursued her way unconscious of all that was said or thought of her.

Tbe red and gold of October gave place to November's sombre brown, and this, in turn, made way for December's snows but it was not till after the New Year, white and pure, had come, that Guy Hofflner ceased to compare Helen Ashley with any one—she was the one woman of all the world to him now.

In true and manly style, he wrote her along letter, told her bis feelings, and offered his hand and heart.

Curiously enough, on the very same day, Dr. Cluness wrote a letter. It cost him a good deal of time and thought, for he did not want to write—he would have much preferred telling Helen Ashley what was in his heart—but it seemed impossible for him to meet ber alone. She very seldom attended the little social gatherings in Saybridge, and when she aid, some exasperating patient would be sure to send for him: and on the rare occasions that be permitted himself to call upon her, he had tbe unpleasant feeling tbat neither Mrs. Winterne was within comfortable hearing distance, or she might be. But surely woman never read more tender, loving words than those in which Dr. Cluness told his love and asked for the dear privilege of making Helen Ashley his wife. Thoughtful and kind, wishing to spare her even the slightest annoyance, be only asked that she would send him a few words, if it could 1* as be wished but, if not—if there were any other tie, or if she could never be aught to him—he wonld ask no word, either written or spoken: be would understand. He sealed his letter with a band that trembled in spite of himself, and gave it at once to the office boy, with directions to leave it at Mrs. Winterne's,

He waited a little while in his office for the youth's return—it was only a few minutes' walk—and asked him to whom be had given the note. "Into Mrs. Winterne's own hand, sir,** was be answer and tbe doctor felt it had reached its destination. 1

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TEKRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

To say tbat Helen Ashley slept son illy tbat night, and that "no ill drean.-.*' disturbedner rest, would bean exaggeration.

The little teacher's was a gentle, womanly heart, and she hated to give painana yet she could not marry whom she did not love, even if before her stretched along and weary road of toil and selfdenial, winding" down ta a dreary old age.

She felt very old, poor child, that night. Her nineteen years had, aye twenty, added to them. She was weary —weary—and she longed for home and

It was long past midnight when Guy Hofflner's letter was answered, and long afterward she sat with her bowed h*aa resting on her hands but no letter was addressed to Dr. Cluness, on that or any succeeding day. "It was a "nine days' wonder," wl en Guy Hofflner left Saybridge fora foreign tour. Society in general was informed, through the medium of Mrs. Sherwoud, that. "Mir

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in all probability visit the continent before returning home." So the mother, in total ignoranc* el the why and wherefore of her son's going, bestowed ber blessing upon him, and he went his way—save Helen Ash ley no one but Belle Sherwood unders'"od why. Neither love nor friendship is blind.

The girl teacher drooped visibly tiring that long and dreary winter. She tola hetself that it was the close confinement in her overheated school-room, and the tiresome monotony of her music lessons, and that when spring should come all would be different. Never had she so longed for spring warmth, and sunshine out when they came, they brought no change to her. Other eyes besides those of Dr. Cluness noted fhe change in the slender girl. Mrs. Wiu-

particular being

them," ask if consumption was in the family, and when Helen replied that her mother had died of tbat dread disease, said, "Just so—I thought so."

The village gossips began to whisper that it was Guy Hofflner's absence thathad wrought this change. Dr. Cluness heard this story, and wondered if it could be true. He treated Miss Aith tho same unvarying kindness he had always shown. In very truth, he pitied the fair young girl—child she seemed to him —and he would have guarded her so tenderly!

He bad seen no change in her manner toward him, since tbe time he wrote her tbat memorable letter, save that, the first time she met him after that little episode, she had hesitated a moment, while a vivid flush of crimson mounted even to her white forehead, and then she bad looked at him with sweet grave eyes, and placed her hand in his.

While he held it, he registered amen tal vow, that as she trusted him, so he would be worthy of that trust. He would trouble her no more. His dream was over.

Only once was he sorely tempted to break this vow. It was in the bright June days, when, in tbe most fatherly manner, he had asked her to take a drive with him. She had consented so gladly and had appeared to enjoy herself so much had talked with him of the old happy time when she had been a petted child in her father's house, and of ber present little school trials and worries, and bow anxious she was looking forward to her summer holidays. She acknowledged that she was "so tired," with a Tittle wistful look that went straight to the doctor's heart. It seemed as if he must again tell her how dear she was to him, and entreat her to re-con-sider her decision.

But very soon he was glad he had not so spoken. The conversation chanced to turn upon an approaching lecture on Phrenology, and he asked if she were a believer in the science. "I must be, to a certain extent," she answered, "for I once had an eminent phrenologist disarrange my hair sadly while he made a few remarks on th shape of my head, and"—she hesitated. "Did he tell you some truths?" inquired the doctor "He told me that I very seldom said or did anything tbat I afterward regretted, or repented of." as he right?" asked the doctor, quietly. "Qulti "Quite right," she said, simply. "It seemed a strange thing to say, but it was true, and how could he have known it. had there not bee some truth in Phrenology?" "How, indeed?" said the doctor in a low voice, and there was along silence,

Some days later, Miss Ashley walked Wii ipn The garden was quite extensive, as it lay

iu Mrs. Winterne's flower garden, her hands nearly filled with deep red roses.

to the side and rear of the low white cottage for tbe garrulous, good-hearted old lady was a dear lover

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flowers.

Miss Ashley had long ago won her admiration by her genuine love for her favorites, and she esteemed it a great honor to have the young teacher fill every convenient receptacle!n the house with bright hued blossoms. In such employment, Helen delighted and on this particular evening, as the lifted the sweet roses to her face,a sudden thought strack her—"Roses and honey-suckles what a charming combination She came quickly around the end of tbe house. A great mass of honey-suckle wreathed and twined itself over tbe fence by tbe front gate, apd some beautiful sprays hung low down, nearly on the soft green grass. She stooped to gather these, and, as she raised ber head, felt a crash on her forehead, a sense of blinding, Intolerable pain, and—she knew no more.

The red roses dropped from ber hands, and red drops trickled from the jagged wound in her forehead. "You dreadful boy!" screamed Mrs. Winterne, as she hurried down the verandah steps. "What have you done?" "I'm afeard I've killed her," said the horror-stricken urchin on tbe side-walk. "I didn't know nobody was there," he added, incoherently, "and I just threw a stone to drive tbe old cow off the sidewalk, and it struck that 'ere maple tree, and glanced off and hit her." "Run tor tbe doctor," cried Mrs. Winterne, as she bent over the senseless girl.

Quick and she called after him as be hurried away. "Dr. Cluness is nearest. Fetch him if he's at home."

Onl^afew moments, and the doctor

bad the girl and carried her into Thank Mn offers of burnt feathers, "camfire," and

tbe bouse. "Thank God she had onl^y

fainted." Rejecting Mrs. Winterne's offers of burnt feat! such kindred remedies, he laid ber on

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tbe wide sofa, bathed tbe white face and bands, with deft fingers loosened the heavy masses hair, and clipped off a

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tresses where the 1 ougbed Its way, then quick'

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ly dreused tbe wound and bound up the aching head—almost before consciousness had so far returned that, with white lips. Helen asked, "What is it What has happened

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Mrs. Winterne hastened to explain, bat the doctor checked the torrent of wrath the worthy lady launched against

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I the cause of the mischief. "Indeed, he is very sorry, Miss Ashley. It was a strange accident." "Shall I be able to teach to-morrow was the next question.

The doctor gravely shook his head. He well knew that many to-morrows must come and go before teaching could be thought of, but he only said: "You must try and sleep now." He raised her up, held a cup to her lips, and, with gentle authority, said "Drink tbis." Obedient as a child, she took the draught, and said .no word.

Long days and nights of suffering followed for Helen Ashley, and it was not till the hot July days were drawing to a close, that she was so far convalescent as to once more lie on the old sofa in Mrs. Winterne's cool parlor—a very haven of rest it seemed to her, after her weary tossings to and fro in the adjoining bed-room. She was a mere shadow of her former self, and so wan and pale that it was no wonder Dr. Cluness's heart ached as he watched her. A cruel red mark stretched across her white forehead but time would alter that, the doctor assured her.

Mrs. Winterne said she "never seen anybody so quiet and patient as tbat girl no more trouble than a kitten, lying there so white and still." Mrs. Winterne did not seethe hot tears that sometimes forced themselves from under the closed eyelids, and she did not hear the heavy sobs that sometimes sounded on the midnight air.

One day, when tbe doctor came for his regular visits, he found Mrs. Winterne in a great state of excitement. The doctor's pulses quickened, thinking his patient must be worse. "No. Miss Ashley is just tbe same. But I want to speak to you doctor just come in here a minute," and the old lady's voice fairly trembled.- "I declare," she said as she said as she showed him into tbe diningroom on tbe opposite side of the little hall, and motioned him to sit down. "I never was so struck up all of a heap like, and I'm foolish too, for maybe 'twant ncrgreat matter."

Tne doctor thought she must have bad a sudden attack of illness. "It's just thi8,doctor,andIdon't know what you'll think of me, but it's the living truth I'm telling you," and she laughed hysterically. "What is it, Mrs. Winterne asked the doctor, wondering if the worthy lady's senses were taking leave of her. "Well, it's just like this. I'm a-mak-ing a rag carpet, you know, and to-day I got all out of rags to sew, and I went up-stairs for an old dress I wore some last winter, and doomed to carpet rags because I burnt a great hole in the front breadth."

The doctor could not help thinking of Mrs. Nickleby but he listened, politely. "I just thought I'd look it over, and see if any of it was worth saving and I declare for to goodness, that in that dress pocket I found this!"

It was a good thing Dr. Cluness had taken the chair Mrs. Winterne bad pointed out to him for tbe room turned suddenly round, then, then grew dark, and the speaker's voice sounded very far away. This was only a letter but on tbe large, square envelope he recognized in his own hand-writing.Helen Ashley's name—and the seal was unbroken. "I hope it wau't nothing important," Mrs. Winterne was saying, when lie again noticed that she was speaking. "I don't know how I come to do such a thing, but I'd just had a letter about Cousin Amos's wife getting married again. and I was dreadful upset, thinking about them poor children—and I suppose I just tucked that letter into my pocket, when that boy of yours give it to me, intending to give it to Miss Ash ley when she come in and I declare for to goodness," she reiterated, "I never thought of it again till tbis blessed day. You see. I burnt that big bole in it that very night, and I haint wore it since." "Have you told Miss Ashley?" he oalrorl fllnwl "No, I haven't. I thought I'd wait till I'd seen you. I don't see how I—" "Never mind, Mrs. Winterne. I will take Miss Ashley's letter in to her now, and will explain it to her. Pray, do not trouble yourself any more about it."

This, as he went into the little hall,and Mrs. Winterne wiped her eyes, and thought regretfully, "How could I have

How could I uness entered the little

forgot so long? When Dr. Clu

arlor, he carefully closed the door benind him, went at one to Miss Ashley's sofa, drew a chair near it, sat down, the letter still in his hand.

The girl looked a little surprised, but she only said "Good afternoon," very quietly.

His tongue could not frame tho stereotyped inquiries for the day, neither could he take tbe slender hand and place bis fingers on the wrist. It was all he could ao to keep from kneeling at her side, and pouring forth his love in eager, passionate words. But be must be careful. She was very weak yet, and there was such a weary, hopeless look on tbe young face, "Miss Ashley, did you ever hear of a man being his own postman

She turned her face a little toward him. "I wrote a letter to you last winter, and, to make sure of its delivery, sent it down here by my office-boy. Mrs. Winterne forgot to give it to you—in fact forgot all about it uutil to-day—and she has just given it to me. Will you—are you able to read it now

She took in ber trembling hands. The doctor watched her as she tried to open tbe thick envelope. With a gentle—"Allow me," he took it from her, opened it. unfolded tbe closely-written sheets and placed tbem in her hands. Then he crossed the room, pulled up the dark-

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reen shade, letting the afternoon sua up the oorner where tbe young girl lav then came back to his seat by tho

He could not look at her now. He heard o»e page after another turned, be beard the sheets laid down, and he heard one long quivering breath that sounded like a sob.

At last be spoke: "What I felt when I wrote that letter, Helen Ashley, I feel, if possible, more strongly now but if my answer would be what I have thought it these last long months. I will try and bear it like a man—

Still there was silence, and still tbe doctor kept his face turned away from the girl beside him.

There was a little flutter of paper, a little hesitation, then tbe girl stretched out her hand, and just touched his. In an instant be turned, tbe light of a great }oy on his face, took both the little hands his, bent his bead till the heavy beard nearly touched her fair hair, and said, softly, "Is this to be my wife

Tbe only answer was the lifting of the dark tear-filled eyes to his—but the pas-sionately-whispered "My darling," as his lips touched tbe white cheek, showed that it was a satisfactory one.

There is one man living who appreciates rag carpets, for to this day Dr. Cluness avers that all the carpets that ever were woven have little value compared with tbe one on which Mm. Winterke was working tbat July day and be invariable speaks of it as "that blessed rag carpet.

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