Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 38, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 17 March 1883 — Page 2

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRE HAUTE, MARCH 17,1883

ILLUSIONS.

BY CHAHJLXSf W. JOAB.

Child—

"Good, kind old man, with locks so white, Tell as about the past, to-night. Tell os the secrets of the years Speak of their pleasures, hopes and fears."

Old man—

"In trnth, my child, 1 do regret— I cannot solve life's problem yet." Child— "Life's snares and danger I would know, That 1 may shun them as 1 go."

Old man— "No I refuse. I can not say What larkingcraggs beset your way. As twere, you're out upon a sea: The pilot, you yourself must be."

Child—

"Thou gray-hailed pilgrim, wise and true, We have full confidence in you. Life's voyage seemeth dark and drear Hpeak of it, please— we long to hear."

Old man—

"The bubble, floating on the wave. The echo bounding from the cave, Are illusions. "The frosted pane, the mountain haze, Sweet perfumes, given to thy praise,

Are illusions.

"Thy blissful dreams, thy tender sighs, The magic glance of sparkling eyes, Are illusions. "Air castles, schemes, and plans of life

Are false, deceitful, dumb But death, and grief, and care, and strife Areceitain—these will come."

Child—

"Then where, 0 where shall rest be found? Where shall our longings reach their bound? Where shall out mortal anguish cease? Where shall our spirits look for peace, Hinceall without is dark and drear And all within is doubt and fear?"

Old man— "Seek here for comfort where you will And earth's best hopes are shadows still-

Vain, vague not leal.

"Through virtuous deeds we reach agate Where angels with our crown await There all is real."

Now and Thirty Years Ago.

BY ELLEN V. TALBOTT.

"John "Yos, sir." John thought his master must be a little unbalanced this evening it was the third time he bad spoken to him and fallen into a fit of abstraction, apparently forgetting the exhistence of nis patient attendant. There-was a yellow ivory box that stood open on the table at Mr. Randolph's elbow, and from this he had taken an old fashion miniature in a faded green velvet case, and stood gazing upon it in the light of his western window. The miniature was very badly painted, but it pave one the iaea of a pretty young girl, with soft light hair arranged in countless little rings,shaded by a huge pink hat and white feathers a childish smile played on the lips, and a pink rose rested against the low satin corsage. A frayed tress of pale brown hair was fastened in the inner cover of the case: Mr. Randolph touched It softly with nis finger. "Thirty years ago," he murmured, "thirty years."

John seized his opportunity. "Did you speak, sir he inquired hypercritii»lly. "I speak said Mr. Randolph, with a start. "No. Yet stay, I believe I did want something. I shall not be home to tea to-night, John I am going to Mrs. Adams' to meet an old friend. You may put out a few crackers for me when I return. And just bring a brush here a minute, John," added the gentleman, glancing fussily over his faultless costume "I am covered with dust."

John silently obeyed, with possibly an inward wonder as to what had brought an unwonted llush to the sallow cheek of his master, while the latter locked the miniature carefully into the box, unlocked it, and took it out again. "Strange," he said to himself, looking earnestly upon it otlce more,"strange to meet her again

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married too, they tell me. I wonder what became of that young Englishman, Roll Well, well."

He did not restore the picture to the box this time, but slipped it into his pocket, while the trained servant prudently appeared to see nothing. A rare old fellow was John, and he shook his head wisely as he put in order the commodious bachelor apartment, after its owner had left for his appointment.

It was a large, high-celled parlor, in a once fashionable section of the city, in which Mr. Randolph found himself a short time after. A .pleasant mingling of old and modern times was in the air, though the modern was bivt seen in the certain luxuries and trifles that threw an appearance of elegance over the room somewhat as an ancient oak adorns itself with the delicate blossoms of a vine of summer.

The table that rested its claw feet on the hideous yellow centre of the Turkey carpet, waa covered with a cloth embroidered with a design of peacock's feathers in Kensington stitch, and littered with an enticing array of majolica and magazines. Among theasseraby of "Seasons," that hung upon the wall, in mahogany frame®, were one or two charming plaqueaof a girl's head, or a knot of apple-blossoms. An eight-day clock ticked hoarse.y in a corner, but it was almost drowned by the sweet piping of a canary, whose gilded cage hung between the somewhat faded chintz curtains at the window. Under the cage was flower-stand on which were a few blue vases of India china iu which blossomed an oldti me damask rose, a plant of sweet balsam, and mignonette.

On the coffin-like horse-hair sofa, studded with brass nails,repoaed a wicker work-basket, scented with sweet clover, and tied with a faded-blue ribbon. Mr. Randolph gawd at the basket with a curious smile. There had been a basket like that thirty yeans before, the fairy contents of which he had often dallied with in the old days. The sickly odor of the sweet clover brought vividly before him, as only a scent can, the fresh impressions of his youth. Theold thrill struck his heart, as he saw—or seemed to see—a delicate hand crowned with a gold thimble, flashing the needle through a cambric frill, while the soft check bent above It crew more and more damask under hl» ardent gaze. It seemed as if the wines of Time had been folded since then till now .as he beard the sweep of *Uk along the wide hall, and rose to greet the two ladles that entered. "I thank you for your punctuality, Mr. Randolph,"said Mre. Adams, greeting him. court"ous.lv. I suppose there is little need of Introducing yon to Miss Maitland Yon were lie laaiated year* ago, afee tell* ate."

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"It was kind in Miss Maitland to keep me in her remembrance," be replied. Hia eyes dropped to the'delicate face of the second lady, whofe nand he hesitatingly retained in a loose grasp. "It was —I believe it must be—many years ago." "It seema a long time," said Miss Maitland, in a gentle, low-toned voice.

But it did not seem long to Mr. Ran dolp. as he watched Miss Maitland untie the wicker basket and take a bit of hemstitching therefrom, while the neverforgotten voice asked him a few questions about old trienda.

It was not until his furtive glances Vmrl studied her for many minutes, that he recognized that it was not quite the facsimile of tip miniature that he was gazing upon, but that the same Time who had discolored the ivory-type, and faded the velvet case,had been busy here as well. And, though t£e gentleman rec ognized the fact unwillingly for a momeat, perhaps,he presently acknowledged that the change was not ungracious. "Iam changed myself," he mused, casting a glance into the mantel-mirror thatrenected his smoothly shaven face, with its clear cut outlines, "and there is that about her which pleases me better now, than if I had found the fair young girl I knew thirty years ago. She can return to those days no more than I, and our links are as equal as ever in the chain of time."

Mrs. Adams, a widow, whose husband had been governor twenty years ago, took but bttle part in the conversation that ensued. She sat fanning herself vigorously, an exercise that allowed the display of her still handsome arm, until tea was announced by an ancient colored Bervitor, whose woolly head was, in its old ace, assuming the juvenal appearance of a young lamb. "You will find tnis bnt an old-fash-ioned supper, Mr. Randolph," said Mrs Adams, as, curving her arm in more graceful sweeps, she filled the cups "a long time ago, I decided that myself and house were too old to change what had suited us well so long." "It is pleasant, very pleasant, I'm sure,"said Mr. Randolph,aosently, as he received his cup from Csesar. "We would not be the gainers by any change," said Miss Maitland, spreading her napkin over the lavender silk, that accerded so well with the still fair complexion that had been the beauty of her girlhood, though it bad now taken that peculiar softness which age brings such peachy skins. "Olil customs, old scenes, old friends, all seem the best as one grows old himself," said Mr. Randolph. 'I have often felt that," said his fair vis-a-vis "it seems as though we stood aside in the past, and the rest of th world rushed by." Her eyes dropped upon her plate, and something like a tear shone for an instant on her lashes. Mr. Randolph watched it with mingled feelings of whom in the past might she bethinking

What nonsense, Minnie!" cried Mrs. Adams. "I shall begin to think myself talk of decrepit, if you growing old. Why, Inever think of you as anything but a girl you certainly seem scarcely more and it's not every young girl who could wear that set of topaz and pearl that you have on. Your hair, too, is not as gray as my Caroline's, who is only thirty-five. Don't libel yourself, I beg. but let ibe give you some gooseberries." "It is many years since I tasted gooseberries: I used to be very fond of them," said Mr. Randolph, as he thickly sugared his in the gilt-edged saucer. "There used to be quite a number of bushes in the back of my father's garden," observed Miss Maitland. "Yes, I remember them," he replied, eagerly "there was a white rcse-bush on the fence behind them. Yes, I remember," and he sighed, and was silent.

Miss Maitland was silent also, playing with her heavy slender-stemmed spoon, and barely tasting the cake that old Csosar stumbled over the river of lavender flounces to offer. Mrs. Adams was particularly recommeuding the golden pound-cake. "It has been made in our family for over fifty years," she said, "and we have never given the receipt."

Whether her intuition led her to perceive that her guests were sufficiently engrossed with each other not to need her assistance, or whether her poundcake, of which she had partaken more liberally than her friends, had a somnolent effect, certain it is, that after supper Mrs. Adams eusconced herself in a cushioned chair, put a screen of worked silk canvas, framed in glass, between her and the blaze of the wax candles, coaxed Miss Maitland to oblige them with one of her songs, and then went calmly and systematically to sleep while the first bar was iu progress. Stranger still, this breach of etiquette was not remarked by either of the others. "I)o you keep up your singing still?" Mr. Randolph had asked, as he handed Miss Maitland to the piano, whose make was long since extitct. "A little," she answered, smiling faintly, "but my voice is not what it used to be."

A pile of sheet-music was tossed carelessly on the piano a few of the sheets were fresh, but many were yellow, and torn at the edges. The new pieces were marked, "Miss M. Maitland," in a fine Italian hand, while on the others was written,"Miss Miunie Maitland," which often

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culine penmanship. Miss Maitland selected one of the newer pieces, and sang it in a sweet and cultivated voice. If its tones were not as strong and thrilling as when they had charmed her listener thirty vears ago, if they faltered a little on thelhigh notes, and quavered on the trills, he knew it not, but thought, as he had often thought before, that no other throat but a bird's coula make snch sweet music.

As she finished he lifted one of the more discolored leaves from the music he had been tossing over. "Do you ever sing this, now he asked.

Mis Maitland glanced at it. It was a melody that baa been much in vogue in the days of their first acquaintance, though now almost forgotten. "Not often," she said evasively. "You have not forgotten it, then. Will you try?" He arranged the torn leaves before her, and ehe struck her hand rather reluctantly upon the tinkling ke5*s. She, however, sung it better than she had the other, though her voice wore a tremble that time had not given

Mr. Randolph stood leaning on the end of the piano, shading his eyes from the lighted candles placed there as the chords died away he bent toward her.

Day on remember the first evening yon sang that t" he whispered, "it was the ui£b: you first wore the pink roses I it von."

Xfaitland made no reply, bat her

head drooped lower, and a faint pink rose to her cheek. "Ah! those were happy days,"he added, and again a sigh escaped him this time it found an echo.

Mr. Randolph's heart was beating fast against the miniature in his breast pocket. His eyes wandered to the bent bead crowned with soft hair, threaded with p—*v, and put smoothly bade: and be re~ "ea how the same bair usea to hill in brignt tangle of carls across her

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shoulders. Then, his gaze dropping to the slim hand lying on the keys, seemed to see his pledge gemmingit, a ring of turquoise forget-me-nots, he remembered how he had smiled at the tiny measure when he took it. "Minnie," be began,"in a low. deep voice, but then stopped, and chpked a little.

What was he about to say? What would the lady think of him And the last time they had met, her faltering voice had told him that she loved another. Not yet—not so precipitate! Mr. Randolph glanced again at the ringless hand, toying with the keys, pressing them down softly without sound ana when Mrs. Adams opened her eyes the next moment, and regarded her guests curiously, he was simply asking Miss Maitland to drive with him on the morrtw.

The stately guest-chamber assigned to Miss Maitland was of such brond proportions lhat the slight figure of the maiden lady was almost lost within its vastness. The candles burning in silver candle sticks upon the mantel, hardly illumined the shadow cast bv the heavy mooreen curtains of the bed, and cast a

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aunt expression-over the valuable and portraits that hung upon the wall.

Miss Maitland carefully turned her lavender silk inside out, and glanced shiveringly about her. Then, taking a worn, white leather-covered book of devotions from a drawer, she placed one of the candlesticks on the table, and kneeled down with the volume. From a pocket in the inner cover she drew a few letters discolored and neatly illegible and, glancing at the dates, selected one, and persuea its contents, though there was but little need of light to enable her to tell what was there, for the habit of years of reading each in its turn had impressed each word upon her memory. Yet, though her eyes conscientiously followed each word, from the "Darling," with which it commenced to the "Hazeltine Rolf," with which it ended—though she held it in her clasped hands when, still kneeling she offered the prayer that had been hers from girlhood —it is but fair to affirm that this was more from habit than otherwise for ine laded lines carried but little idea to her mind this time, and the flush of the evening had just faded from her cheek.

If the letter in her hand had held but the charm of reviving theyouth of form, as well as that of heait—though even in the latter it had failed this evening—the ghostly mirror in the corner would have reflected afar different picture from the thin little figure, whose white robe gleamed from its depths. Yet, as she still kneeled silent, a sudden gust of air caused the swinging lamp in the hall to blaze higher, and send a richer wave of light through the stained glass over her chamber door. As it fell over her, in the mirrar, which caught but half impression at its far distance, knelt a misty outline, whose rosy face was curtained with shining gold-dusted tresses, while the wavering of the light seemed to give an agitated pulsation to the bosom where the letter was pressed. The lady oved, and raised her head the figure in the glass imitated her motion. Was it fancy, or the moving light, or something, beyond either, that caused a roguish smile to flicner over the parted lips? «But, as the lady folded the letter, the radiant figure of a dead youth behind her seemed to wave hers with the omen of a farewell, and then pass slowly away, while Miss Maitland stepped out of the ruby bar of light that had entered her room.

Miss Maitland lifted the candlestick, and advancing to the ancient pier-glass, proceeded to make a practical reflection for her own benefit and the lady who looked outat ner smiled sadly and sweetly but not the smile of the vanished maiden. "How very gray 1 have grown," she sighed, "and how thin I looked yet be knew me at once, nor did he appear to have found me altered. He is changed, too but I think there is a dignity about him now, that makes him more pleasing than when he was younger. Yes, age has only improved him it is different with women. Yet it is pleasant that lavender and those delicate shades become me still. I wonder if he remembers that pink hat he used so to admire. I am glad that I have a rose-colored feather for to-morrow."

Then, as if her thoughts had run ahead too fast, she hastily put out the light, and, with another little shiver, hid herself behind the mooreen curtains.

Miss Maitland was not quite ready, when Mr. Randolph called for heron the following day which was what Mr. Randolph bad wished when he rang fifteen minutes too early. Mr. Randolph desired a few moment's conversation with Mrs. Adams. "I hope it may not be impertinent to inquire what became of the young Rolf to whom Miss Maitland was engaged some years ago," he said somewhat nervously, as he watched the attitudes the graceful arm displayed, while Mrs Adams engaged in art needle-work. "Did you know of that?" asked the lady, with a show of surprise, "it happened so long ago. Thoy had a lovers' quarrel, I believe, and be went to the East. Then he wrote her a most penitent letter, which the poor girl, who was pining terribly, answered in the same strain but the ship carrying the mail sank and though, when the fact was known months after, she wrote again, he must have changed his address, far she never beard, but lost complete track of him. A few vears ago she heard he was dead. Yea,*' said Mrs. Adams, tracing her pattern of golden-rod with her finger, "Minnie has felt it deeply, though some ill-natjpjed people said that she was rightly served, as she broke off a match with another young man after she met Rolf." "She did perfectly right, madam," said Mr. Randolph, warmly, "in undeceiving that young man, when she loved another. Hethanked ber—that is, I presume lie must have thanked her for it."

Theenlrancf of Miss Maitland, adorned with the rose-colored feather, interrupted the conversation. She entered a little diffidently, under the conscious ness of her plume, and the fear that she might be considered asaping the fashions of girlhood. But no such faucy came to her ancient lover she was to him the same sweet girl that he had loved so long ago and as ne gallantly, if rather stiffly, handed her into the carriage, be felt all the glow of youth about his heart. To an observer two staid, middle-aged pe» seemed enjoving the fresh afternoon, "nd an ambling grey mare but let me whisper how the eyes of the passers were holden. Surely ft was a youth and maiden, sitting side by ride, who knew naught of the stern realities of life, and over whose beads nothing but the blossoms of spring had drifted.

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On Miss Maitland'g return, she carried a large bunch of lilies of the valley, and caused Mrs. Adams to smile wisely, when, asking for a gloss, she arranged for their stems a solution of salt and water, which she had once heard preserved flowers excellently well.

As for Mr. Randolph, John grew mote and more worried over the increasing signs of disorder in his master's brain. It was past midnight that evening ere the light went down in the bachelor's private room, "and master wan't used to breaking iuto his regular hours."

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Breakfast, the next morning, grew cold upon the table, while Mr. Randolph sat musing, his head supported by his hand, and a smile playing on his lips that seemed to John a sure sign of idiocy But worse than all, the papers of the last few days lay unopened. But anxietv pressed still more upon the faithful servant when, Bummond to lay out fresh linen the following afternoon, he discovered Mr. Randolph dressing in an expensive suit of modern cut. The needles extravagance troubled the economical sonl of John and when had bis master been known to bend to the fash ions in the last fifteen years "This seems an excellent fit, does it not, John said Mr. Randolph. "It do, sir," replied John, with as much of a erowl as his good breeding permitted J" as well as any young gentleman's on the Avenue ana, if you'll excuse me, sir, it always seems more aristocratic for gentlemen of your age not to be following after a fashion-plate." "Of my age!" repeated Mr. Randolph then, more carelessly: "You have grown rusty in this quiet life as well as myself, John. You should go out into the world more, and then you would see that a man of my age is not considered past his prime. There is certainly no occasion for me to be so careless about making an old-fashioned spectacle of myself, when I can wear what is suitable and becoming. By the way, while I finish dressing, you may go out and buy me a yard of catgut—fiddle string—what is it they Call it Ah, yes, lute string— lute string ribbon, blue."

John started at his master, whom he now considered to be undoubtedly crazed but obeyed: and Mr. Randolph finished bis toilet to the tune of an old love-song. Then, with the ribbon in his pocket, he bent his steps toward a fashionable florist's.

We may guess that the florist was perplexed by his visitor. Young men appeared often iu his rooms, who had their own fancies for him to execute but their ideas could ordiuarily be embodied in some expensive roses, or double violets. But an elderly gentleman, peering among** the exotics through his gold eye-glasses, and demanding almost obselete varieties of simple flowers, must have struck bim as a phenomenon in the common round.

At last, amid the exertions of the gentleman to describe, and the florist to suggest, a bouquet was made up. It is a little doubtful whether it was composed of exactly the old-fashioned blossoms desired but the man of flowers, reading at last his customer, artfully supplied the nearest to them and tied with the blue lutestriBg the stems of sweetscented red-roses, single violets, mignonette, pansies and myrtle leaves. "It seems, indeed, as if these were the same flowers I used to carry," mused Mr. Randolph, half aloud, as he watched the loops of the bow drawn. "What is that he sharply demanded, pointing to a white camellia that the florist had inserted, "Did I order that flower? Take it out."

The florist obeyed with guilty haste, and taking the bouquet, Mr. Randolph stepped into the street, and looked up at the tower clock, that ticked on regardless of the passions of the throngs below. It was barely four, and too early by an hour for his call he decided, and after a moment's thought he turned into -i read-ing-room, and seated himself at one of the tables. He did not, however, turn the leaves of the book Defore him, nor notice the other visitors, who, from time to time, glanced curiously at him and his flowers, but sat patiently waiting and communing agreeably with himself until flve o'clock struck. At that he started, hesitated a second, then reached resolutely for his cane. '"More delay bet wet us can be but a farce after all," ran his thought, "we have known each other so well, and I am sure we understand each other now at last. I believe that she w-ould hardly have deemed it an impertinence had I spoken while riding yesterday, as I came so near doing. How sweet she appeared I do not believe she looks a day older after all," and Mr. Randolph was about to produce the miniature, and compare it, when suddenly remembering the place, he with-drew his band, with a slight color, and glanced about him.

Among the other two gentlemen were seated close by, but with their backs toward him. Giving them a careless glance, Mr. Randolph was about to pass out when a word from

him pause. "Maitland?" said the speaker—"old Philemon Maitland ?—oh, he died twenty years ago." "And where does his family reside asked the other. "I never knew anything of the family," said the first. "There was aMiss Maitland, whom I am anxious to discover but, as you know, not having been in the country for thirty vears, stranger when here before, I am'totally at a loss how to pro* C€©d "I am sory I can't help you, General," said his friend. "Have you not heard from the lady in all the«e years?" "I met abroad before my return an old friend of her father's," replied the General, "who told me some of her history, and from whom I discovered the loss of important communication to myself but he knew nothing of the family, now—not even whether Minnie was married or not." "Minnie!"—Ah, Rolf," said bis friend, banteringly, "I began to suspect some romance." "Not a word, Dacre, if you are my friend," said General Rolf, turning to lay his band heavily on the shoulder of the other.

As he did so, he preceived a slight rather insignificant-looking gentleman, with a bouquet in bis hand, standing at bis side. "I beg your pardon," said the intruder, "but were you inquiring for the daughter of Philemon Maitland?" "I was, sir," said the General. "Can you tell me anything concerning ber?" "She is still Miss Maitland, and now in the city." was the reply. "I can give you ber address." "Dacre!—a pen cried the General. "Sir," be added, with much animation, "you have no thought of the favor with which yon will oblige me."

Receiving a pencil from his friend, he wrote the address as directed and, again thanking the stranger, courteously begged an exchange of cards. The strange gentleman, however, mattered something about bis own name being unnecessary, or no cards with him, an »ped zsncal "Oar trim little friend seemed a trifle touched," be observed. "What does it matter?" said the General, impatiently. "Come, come with me. and let as lose no time."

bowing abruptly, escaped. Dacre looked after bim with a quizzical smile.

Bnt as for the unknown benefactor, be walked uncertainly along the street, still bearing the flowers like one in a dream. He knew not where his feet had led bim till, with a start, he found himself ringing the door-bell at Mrs. Adams'. It was now too late to retreat, and be followed Ctesar througbt the wide hall to the drawing-room, whore Miss. Maliland ut alone, at work.

She had apparently been expecting] MOD, for Iter smile had no surprise in it,

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and her dress was ordered with more care than a maiden lady might bestow who had no one but herself to please. Her still pretty bair was arranged in a subdued similitude of its old rashion: her dress was a clear pink muslin, and in the soft lace about her throat nestled a spray of the lilies of the valley. A wavering color was on her cheek, and the picture was indeed fair—never had it appeared more so in the lover's eyes. Miss. Maitland, after the first greetings, noticed his unwonted silence.. "Has your long walk tired you, this morning?" she asked, kindly. "Tired?" I believe not," he answered absently.

Miss. Maitland made another effort. "What a charming dt\y it was for a ride yesterday!" "Yes, extremely so," said Mr. Randolph.

There was a longer pause this time, which Miss Maitland did not break she drew her own conclusions from this silence and hesitation, and with a deeper bloom bent over her embroidery. Mr. Randolph regarded intently every fairy detail that had been wrought for him and yet not for him. He felt a little pride that the Englishman should find his lover still so fair. She was so like her old self to-night, that he could but recognize ber. There was but one little thing that he felt that marred the perlection of the whole. "Will you give me that little sprig at your throat?" ne asked, suddenly.

The ladv looked up a little astonished, but complied with another blusb. "Thank you," said Mr. Randolph, taking it.

Miss Maitland glanced at the bouquet of flowers he carried in his band. She bad recognized the blue ribbon and familiar blossom on his first entrance, but he did not offer them to ber. On the contrary, he rose and stood listening to thesoundof feet on the front steps. "Are you going so soon?" said Miss Maitland, suspending her needle-work, and looking up in surprise.

Mr. Randolph made no reply, and at the same time came a sharp peal at the bell. He had not thought they could get there so soon. He aid not wish to meet them it did not seem to bim as if he would not care to have General Rolf knpw who he was but ere he could think, Ctesar threw open the door, and a stalwart, soldierly figure entered, his stately step breaking into eagerness as he caught sight of ibe lady in the rocker. Mr. Randolph stepped back, and the bouquet fell from his nerv reless hand. "Minnie," said the General, stopping, in the center of the room, and speaking low and tenderly. "Minnie."

As he entered Miss Maitland had risen from her chair, pale and trembling as the lilies she had worn. Now, with a little raptuous cry, she flew to him, and was held in his arms.

Have you come back," she said, "my love, my love! Hazel!"

As she clung to him, her little slipper rested on the flowers that Mr. Randolph and the florist had so carefully culled and even while she uuconsciously crushed, they offered to her the sweetest fragrance of their golden hearts, and with it, perchance, the fragrance of the most unselfish love that one might know. Mr. Randolph stole unnoticed from the room the Genaral had not even known that lie was there. At the door of the apartment, he met Mr. Dacre, who had followed his friend, and who now bowed pleasantly. Mr. Randolph stopped him. "1 have a favor to ask of you, sir," he said "if you hear me mentioned here, do not, I beg, tell the general that I am the gentleman who gave him the information he desired, in the reading-room this afternoon," and he passfcd out leaving Mr. Dacre greatly perplexed by the eccentricities of his new acquaintance.

Mr. Randolph walked briskly homewards, and two oi throe times around the block on which his house was built. Then he ascended the steps, with a firm tread. There was an apitizing smell of toast in the air, and the silver shone upon the table. Mr. Randolph changed his walking-boots, took a comfortable old coat, and made his accustomed meal, much to the saiisfaction of John, who took it for a sign that master was coming to hie senses, albeit he looked so

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The Prophet Honored In Ills Own ct try, even in His Own Hou»u, THE honest, simple narrative of MIC. WHII»P, who resides at Jso. 117 Yw St., Providence, R. I.:

During the past six or seven years I been severely attiicted with kidney dise iv causing intetiso backaches, dizziness, a si other severe pains through my body a:, limbs, rendering me so weak ar.d prosti-. that at times it was impossible for met any part of my housework. 1 have hail a fluttering of the heart, and was terri.., distressed for breath. I was very miser !,::*, and completely worn out and discouraged had no ambition to undertake to do anything, and barely sufficient strength to render ex: ence desirable, having failed to find any n•! from the doctor's prescriptions. At t' trying crisis a friend persuaded me to ot: a bottle of Hunt's Remedy, and now Ire »:e that I followed this friendly advice, for th« Remedy acted like a charm in my case. After I had taken a few doses, my health began ti improve I felt better every way. The fluttering of the heart, the intense

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and terrible shortness of tho breath speiv!' disappeared, my strength and ambition soon, returned, and before 1 had taken two boities of the Remedy 1 was entirely well, and :ii•' to wash and iron and do my housework. 0. in awhile I am troubled with the lieadache, and as soon as 1 am taken 1 resort to Hum's Remedy, and a few doses fix me all right. I shall never be without it in the future. I have frequently recommended the Hunt's Remedy to my friends, and they have ex perienced relief from the first dose. 1 heart i!y recommend it to all who are afflicted with kidney diseaso or diseases of the Liver, bladder, or urinary organs. 1 think '. family should be without it.

Mus. S. J. W1UPP,

No. 177 Williams St., Providence, K.

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"I HAVE used Hunt's Keincdv for kidney troubles, and recommended it to others, :nv always found it to act like a ehnnn."

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723 Carson Street, Pittsburg, Tenn. Gratitudo is the memory of the liea' How many heart meniorie# cluster aro Hunt's Remedy in grateful households \\L it has wrought its made cure!

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