Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 50, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 9 June 1883 — Page 6

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

MOVE ALONG.

A common object, you would say, We meet such twenty times a day— A tramp, an outcast juat tbe pray

Policemen go lor

In rags of almoct nakedness. With whlakej signals of (Uslreas Hung oat on nose and cheek—ah, yea,

A loafer!

A .curious place to loaf around He'* choeen this 1» holy ground, And he Is standing in the aonnd

Of Bebbath ringing v,

The fashionable crowds poor in To (lump their six-days' load* of rin— Hark! he can hear the choir begin

The singing.

He creep* within. On bended knees H: hears tbe sacred made cease lie hear# the deathldm word* of peace "Come, all yt weary." Back roll* the rnirt of mi»-»pent year* Hi* brain grows softer as be hear* Life aeema, seen through repentant tears,

Less dreary.

Aerom the pairt of sin and stain, AcrooK the present and its pain, His mother's voice comes back again

His heart Is softened.

He droops the slow repentant head, Breathes what the publican once said, bherfs the first tears his eye have died

Since orphaned.

"Clear out! this is no place for you!" The sexton's whisper thrills him through Gilded religion owns each pew -. 80 dearly rented. Well used 1# be to words of wrath Untrori by him the narrow path He half repenteth that he hath

Repented. 1

Weli. never mind aeifoss the street Are light society ,tnd heat Perhaps some friend may stand a treat.

Or he can purchase.

What nmdn«w makes him bend the knee, And think of what he used to be? Gin shops were built for such as he, 4

Not churches.

And so the oatcast turns away The sexton kneels again to pray The pei fumed parson draws bis pay

The truth to garble!

He leads his flock to Abram's browt, I11 Hllks and furs and diamonds areas d— The tramp tramps to the tramp's last rest-

Morgue marble.

"With Lydia's Love."

Margaret Vandegrift In Godey's. We were sitting together in the fire light, Jack and I, wnen I found it. It was soon after we had announced our engagement, and Jack used to oome al­

most

every evening then. I would contrive to take him into the library, where the open fireplace was, and then we would turn down tbe gas, and "spoon," as Jack said, though I never liked him to say that somehow. I would make him take the largest arm-chair in front of the fire, and I would sit on a hassock at bis feet, with my head on his knee, and listen to bis beautiful talk while he fingered my hair-he always praised my hair, and seemed to love to play' with it. He repeated poetry so delightfully that I often used to ask him to do it. and sometimes he sang to me. But I loved best to hear him talk he had traveled so much and seen BO many people, that I was never tired of heariug him tell things. That evening, he bad given me his pocket-book to look over, as he often did—not his purse, but a sort of leatheroase, where he put newspaper clippings and letters he had not answered, and all sorts of things. It fell from his pocket one night as he bent over me, and I picked it up-it was pretty—and said, "May I look?" I did not suppose he would let me, for it was pretty full, but he said at once, in his grave kind voice: "Certainly, dear child we must have no secrets from each other now."

So I spent tbe evening making him read aloud to me poems which he had cutout and saved because be liked them, and after that I often asked him for it, to see ir there was anything new. He always chose such pretty things.

That night, I had emptied it quite out, and Jack bad given me two or three things for my scrap-book, and just as I was going to put everything back, I saw a httle sort of slit in the Inside of one of tho pockets, which I found was not a slit, DUt a smaller pocket still. 1 poked mv finger down Into it, of course, and fished out a little slip of paper, and on it written in such a clear beautiful hand that I could read it by the firelight as easily as I could read print, WM: "For dear Jack, with Lydia's love." I held it up to him, laughing. "Now Jack," I mid, "what a mercy it is tbat I am not a Jealous person—look wbat I have found, in the sanctuary, so to speak, of your pocket-book 1" "What is it?" he asked larily. not even reaching out his hand to take it. So I read it to him, and he gave a sort of smoother*! exclamation, which aounded like a very bad word indeed.

He was always so gentle and courteous that his speaking so, and then falrl .matching the paper from my banc frightened me and I began to cry. He looked hard at the paper for a moment, and then fluug it into the fire, and took me in his arms. .... .. "What a brute I am!" he said remorsefully, "My darling, it is not worth crying for—it is not worth the ashes which have just flown np the chimney —I will tell you all about it, end then you will see that It is not. Shesentthat pinned to a Christmas gift—a tobacco pouch with a great deal of sunerfluous work on It ana 1 stuffijd it in there, and forgot I had done it—that's all. ••But how long ago was it I said, doubtfully "and why did you keep it at all, if you did not care—and who

Lvdla, anyhow And this is the little woman who is not jealous said Jack, laughing, bat I could not help thinking, In a constrained sort of way. "Well, in for a penny, in for a pound—I will tell you tbe whole thing, and then you will aee for yourself that you have no cause for uneasiness. ••Lvaia," he went on, in a dry matter-of-fact tone, "was, and I suppose is. a young woman 'In Society, iprft capital ig uvui* pwjwi vii ju sat ion various well practiced wis, her success must have charmed her. She fooled me to the wy top of my bent, even calling herself "engaged to me for a whole week. Then she arranged a quarrel, and with the Ingenolty which had characterised all her proceedings, contrived to put me hopelessly in the wrong, and remorselessly cut me adriit. Whether or not 1 should drift straight to the devil, waa no concent of hwa. By a singular coincidence, the brief term of our engagement covered Christmas and New YOST'S days, and the floral and other trfbtttt**Wh laM«t 1 doubt gratified her. Sbebad thei to return the more substantial of my gifta—I ww better off in filthy lorn than I am mm* Margarita-ebe looked well in jewela, bat it mast have of heart, for she had a ties of all sorts, know that it was Jack—the g, catting which he "d

cried oat^

never talk like that of me! And after all, how can yon beso bard She coma never have been so mean—it most have been all a hateful coincidence,—and you aay she gave tbe things back, so she could not have done It for that. I looked suddenly down at the lovely ring which Jack bad given—a large firey opal, set around with pearls. Was that among tbe things sent Jack I wonder()d

Jack seemed, as he so often did, to

^N™^my° puwf"little Pearl "be said gently, ''never think that I could pollute your hands with anything that woman wore. I chose this ring for you, and had it made. The pearls are for your nameit seemed alive to me, with its veiled restless fire and then you know, it will tell you if I ch^ge-the fire will pale I" and be laughed a little, for he knew that I was superstitious about a great many things. I shuddered and clang to him more cloeely and then, I felt so secure in his love, so certain that "Lyc ia's" day was over forever, that I said btelf laughing:

J^Wba?ababe

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"What sort of ring did you give Lydia, Jack "Tbe largest solitaire diamond to be "foond at Tiffany's" he answered, with a peculiar smile, "and she was so unfortunate as to lose it tbe day before she broke the engagement—she showed me the empty setting." "Ob, wbat a pityl" I said and then

he said and how

lucky that I know enough of this wicked world to keep her from being victim1216^3»" ••You surely cannot mean," I began, indignantly but he stopped my mouth with a kiss, saying gently: "I bad hoped that Lydia was a thing of tbe past, and that I might feel secure in my happy present, and peaceful as to my future. My little girl, nothing can be gained by this—the infatuation was brief, and it is over—let us drop tbe subject, now and forever." "I will, in just a minute, Jack,' I said, "but 1 do wish to know one thing. What reason did she give for breaking it off?" "She said, replied Jack, as he were jpeatiog a lesson, "that she had discovered, nappily before it was too late, that what she had taken for love was merely friendship and tbat she hoped

etc—several pages and I replied prompt ly, tbat she was quite right to mention it, as It would have been awkward after

the ceremony, and that I hoped she would always command me as a friend. I said no more about it, for I saw that it annoyed Jack, and he often said that be hated pestering women but from that day I had a curious sort of double feeling—I kept imagining how I should feel if I were in Lydia's place, and were to see Jack walk quietly off and engage himself to another girl. I could not think it possible that she had really ceased to care for him, and I thought how dreadfully she must have felt when she got that cool, resigned note, without one word of remonstrance, or even of jrotett. But when she ought to have cnown that Jack was as proua as Lucifer, and would never stoop to remonstrate, or even to ask for an explanation.

I have not told you yet where and how I first met Jack. I was making a winter viait to and having a very gay time, of course, for my cousins went out a great deal, and one night Uncle Henry came home with tickets for the Amphion Club's concert. We were very much pleased—Jule and Hetty and I—for these tickets were not sold, and it was quite a favor to have thein adven to us. The concert was lovely, but of ey sang, I only remembered one song jd of all the faces on the stage I only brought away one in my memory, aud sk's The sons was a to

The song was a foolish

that was Jack's.

little thing, beginning with this verse:

"Would I again might see her, Ah, only once again I Ah, only once again! Yet when I then had seen her, Still would I long to see her

A thousand times again I A thousand times again 1

It went on so for two more verses, just the same, only that the second verse began with: "Her hand would I might kold now."

And the third began "Would I again might kiss her." and finished with:. *r,

Ten thousand times again!"

One voice seemed to rise above tbe rest, with a sort of passionate ring in it, and when I traced it to the face, tbe eyes seemed fixed on mine, and they were Jack's. I learned, afterward, where they were really fixed.

When we rose to go, I happened to turn round, and I am afraid Ijrtfcred rudely at the beautiful woman who had been fitting Just behind me. I lovesoto look at pretty people, that I sm qaite sure, if I had been a man, I should have fallen in love with tbe loveliest face I could find, without caring for the rest. I could not tell you now what her features were like, except that she had lovely soft dark eyes, sleepy-looking, and baTf •hut most of the time, and with a sort of fascination in them, such as, people say, a cat's eyes have for a bird. She spoke to the man who waa with her, and her voice was just like her eyes. Jack came down from the platform hurriedly, and after bowing quite dlatantly to this lady, he shook uncle Henry's band very heartily, and Uncle introduced him to me, and asked him to call. He did call the very next evening, and after that again and again. He took me to concerts, and the opera and for lovely drives, and before

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I went home he asked me to marry him. I never thought of saying anything but vw. He was so devoted, so tender, that 1 would have defied anyone to help loving him. And I knew nothing about Lydia, then. It waa after that nlght, in the library, tbat a "friend" of Jule a and Hetty's felt constrained to tell me all about it—she told me much more than Jack had, of course—bow Lvdia war poor, and living in a dependent posi Uon with some cousins, and how openly she had "fished" for Jack, and how surprised everyone had been tbat hesMmed not to see that she was fishing, and had fallen so desperately in love with her be was town talk, and bow she had unexpectedly inherited some money, and had broken her engagement immediately, "in tbe most barefaced manner." listened very wWently.^and then I said, sweetly: "I did not like to interrupt you, bat Jack told me the whole story some time a«o, with tbe trifling addition that his infatuation as short-lived as ber* was J"

Tbe woman looked thoroughly crestfalten, and went away very wwn, and could not feel one bit sorry for the way in which I had stretched tbe truth. Jack had told roe all that It was best for roe to know, bat had been too magttanl moos to apeak about tbe money. hogged myselfae I thought that now be w«not rich—that I rather more money tban be be cook! not possibly have known tfik when be asked me to marry him, and so no one could ever say that we married for anything hot love. ..

Everybody eaid it waa a wedding I wore a soft, thki whitedlk, trimmed with some lovely old lace which Jack's dear mother gave me, and a set

la, Jack's wedding gift. when I was walking down the

aula on Jack's arm, so proud and happy to think that he was all my own forever, I was suddenly struck by that woman's face. She was sitting at the end of a pew, and her great sleepy eyes were wide open, and fixed on Jack's eyes there was a dull red_ color in her lace. Jack saw his arm whiter—he bad been very pale before.

ts ft auii rea cuiur in uer her. too I felt him start, and trembled, and he turned even

But when, after all the fuss of the reception was over, and I came down to the library in my traveling dress, and in nis arms, 1

be took me is arms, 1 forgot all

about everything but just—Jack. He go tenderly, so solemnly: "Thank God for a wife who has not a thought in her pure little heart which I may not see—who has never loved anyone but her husband!"

Tbe journey was like a lovely dream. It seemed to me that Jack read m" wishes before I could begin to speaJ them, and bad none of his own, except to fulfill mine. And when we came home, to the pleasant house in which papa had bought and mamma had furnished for me, it all seemed like a beautiful dream still I used to pinch myself sometimes to see if I were really awake, and if it could be true that I was keeping bouse for Jack—that he would be at home in an hour, praising tbe dinner, and especially the pudding, because I made it—for he praised everything I did, and said he didn't know which was more truly artistic, my painting or my cooking—and then reading aloud to me. in bis deep, gentle voice, while I darnec bis socks ana sewed tbe buttons on his shirts. I used to keep my mending for the evenings, because he said be liked see me do it, and because I loved so have him read to me while I sewed. was all the time bringing home new books and new music, and some evenings we spent practising together.

I said "Very well," but 1 mc wait, all the same: for what did for my dinner, without him

PIBu?when

to to

He

Did you ever have a lovely dream, and have it go gradually, because some one was calling you, or you heard a noise and all the time you were catching at it, and trying to keep asleep, feel it sliding away from you in spite of all you could do That was the way my dream went The first uneasy stir was caused by song which Jack brought home one evening. Tbe words were by Aldrich and were simple enough.

The merry bel Is shall ring, Marguerite, The little birds shall sing, Marguerite, 1, You smile, but you shall wear -a Orange blossoms in your hair, Marguerite

Ah me, the be! Is have rung, Marguerite, The little birds have sung, Marguerite, But cypress leaf and rue Make a sorry wreath for you, Marguerite. Jack tried the accompaniment onoe or twice, and then he sang it and before I even knew that I was going to cry I was sobbing. Jack sprang up, astonished, and took me in his arms, and I felt so ashamed, and foolish, that I told him that I was overtired, and felt weak. It was quite true, for I had been working nearly all day at the slipper! I was making for his birthday present, and it always gave me a pain in my side to sit and sew long. He did not laugh st me at all, but scolded me gently for working beyond my strength, and for thitkinbe would not rather go without puc dings and things all his days than have me wear myself out so. And he would tuck me up on the sofa, and makp me stay there without doing a single tiing, while he read me Mrs. Browning's 'Sonnets from the Portugese," and 1 fell asleep that nitrht saving to myself, Bow do r&ve thee? Let me count the ways" —and then thinking that I wondered at her for imagining she could oountohem'

Tnw uAminc. »t breakfast, 3#c] told me he might not be home nmi and not to wait dinner for him, had to attend a sheriffs sale, an thing he was to buy was near the

to

I was in the kitchen, telling the xxk to keep dinner back until sever and not to serve it then unless he bad a neI knew she would not mind, for tl ser

1 knew sne wouia noi uuuu, IUI vants idolised Jack—when 1 saw tele boy go up tbe steps. I shi Bred, and ran to the door myself, anc then laughed at my folly, for Jack wis 1 wars sending messages and telegrams indJ read' gave

was always thinking something ful bad happened to him. Thebcf me a little note, which said: "Should a package and anotjeome for me this morning, dear cbil open them, and see what you will find "Your J*.

I laughed again to think th I had been frightenedTand when, a hour afte', another telegraph boy btagbta note and a tiny package, addn led to Jack, I took them with great Blight, for I was sure he had been buy! 5 some

Of course I could, when he held me in hia arms like that, and put on my finger tbe ring he had Drought me. It was three of the loveliest opals I ever saw, set cross-wise, in a curious open setting. "Oh, Jack!" I said, before I thought how ungracious it would sound, "Why did you bring me more opals? They are unlucky—every one says so, and I am afraid.''

He laughed, and lifted the hand that had my engagement ring on it. "Let us see if the fire has paled," he said. Then he gave a little start, and I looked the opal was gone. I must have looked dreadfully frightened, for he said, as if it were nothing at all to lose a great big

gnd

recious stone like that: "Oh, we shall it in the pudding, or in one of the biscuits, and meanwhile the new ring shall do duty for the old," and he tried to slip off the pearl ring, that he might put on the opals, but I resisted. "No," I said, "it has never been off since the day we were married, when you put it on, there in tbe library, to guard my wedding ring, and I don't care if the hole looks queer, or if the pearls turn quite black—it is not coming off while I live." "What a superstitious child it is!" he said "Well, then, give me the other hand," and he slipped the new ring on the fourth finger of my right hand.

We were invited to a great evening reception about a month after that, ana although I did not wish to go at all, I went to please Jack, and he said so many pretty things about me when I came down all dressed to go, tbat I was in very good spirits, and laughed and talked until I saw one or two people looking at me in a way which made me think I must be behaving foolishly, and I sobered down a little. I was talking to a nice old gentleman, by way of behaving very properly, when the lady of the nouse came up to me, bringing another lady with ber. "Mrs. Forrester," she said to me. "allow me to present Miss Sullivan she is very anxious to make your^cquaintance."

It was Lydia. Sbe took my hand, looking steadily in my face, with her half-closed, sleepj-lookingeyes, and saying, in that low, peculiar voice which I remembered so well: "Mrs. Forrester will pardon my interest when sbe hears that her busoand is an old friend."

I don't know what I should have managed to say, but that moment the room became suddenly hushed, because some one was going to sing. I smiled, and turned toward the piano. Jack was standing behind tbe man who was going to sing—they seemed to be disputing. "Not that, please," I heard Jack say. The other was an intimate friend of bis, a member of tbe "Amphion." "I am not in voice for that to-night." "Nonsense," said the other laughing, and struck a chord then their voices rolled out in perfect harmony j„ "Would I again might see her iVln Ah, only once !'r

It was like the passionate pleading of a breaking heart, and when they had finished, there was a breathless hush for a moment, and then a burst of applause but Jack would sing no more, although everybody was begging him. stole a look at Lydia. Her eyes were full of tears.

Jack's friend was prevailed upon to sing fegain, and I forced myself to hear with outward calmness that little song which had been able to make me cry when I was perfectly happy—and now

That woman turned to me when tbe song was done. There was an ugly light in her half-shut eyes. "May I ask you what your first name fa Jl' obw mrfd,

SStafirsiB^"Jr°"nde'

"Margarita," I said, and I am sure spoke quietly and nicely, "but very few people call me tbat—there are so many nicknames for it." "I do not like nicknames," sbe re lied. "It is a pretty name, and when now you well, I sha'.l call you Margarita."

plie I ki

Isaw the writing, tfshiver

came back only this time it smed to begin at my heart. Onco befoj I had seen that clear, beautiful banffriting. and then the words written ilit had been: "For dear Jack, wit^ydia's love."

But I had a spasm of comnn sense. Any clerk might write like tU. Jack had told me to expect a note package. I would open the little first, and then I should see how foo I had been right away. I opened it.Dn pink cotton lay a large. beautifuJjamond, alone, unset. Still I would be convinced. Jack might have fore ten tbat he told me—that he might ^h me to see the diamond in all its b|aty, and then choose the settln^myselI would

read tbe note. 1 "I would not stoop to von that you were most1

sonvinoe

wrong

Ins me, for I had no proof fler, and already declim Here is the proof.

you tad alread word.

ned (take my I nd it last

night in the finger of at*ol love. It can be reset, and oflhred wb« yon have bestowed your warmed-over *rt."

There was no beginning 10 signature but none was needed-jknew. I managed to put everything (the table, and to creep to the lounge^ then I seemed to fall asleep, and 1 waked Jack waa bending over cologne on my face, and tell him what was the mat got off modi sooner 1 ed to?' he said, "and broug!

rubbing ingmeto

I expectyparcel ruily did not you had losing my ana

_jyse\f. I thought you first, and that you look pale and then I called, an answer, and I found fainted. If you don't stoj wife, I shall give up my stay at home to take care

I sat np then, and sal know what It waa when Jack—indeed and truly said to open it, you know it was only my.foolish" me think it was her wri

didnt

He looked perfectly then, suddenly, be caug little box on the table, had strength to shot, and white and w*, It had

and

it of tbe 'had not iturned

"She waa always in# Mjbat S3M has owrfone the matt little this Mw My darling, why lid this diatnjrbyouso? oEnoty wtmer

I felt Jack's hand on my arm he barely bowed to her, and then be said to me, "Come dear, it is late, and I am afraid you will be tired to-morrow."

I took his arm, and turned to say good night to ber. A hateful, sneering smile was on her lips, while she expressed her pleasure at meeting me, and said that s^e hoped to continue the acquaintance so pleasantly begun. I bowed, and thanked her DUt as I turned away, I heard Jack mutter, "God forbid!"

When I reached home, and pulled off my gloves, one of my opals was gone. We never found it, although we hunted high and low, and Jack would not have the people told at the bouse where we had been for he said tbat we should be sure to hear of it if they found it, and it would only make them wretched if they did not.

Sbe called in a week or two sbe aotually wai brozen enough to it, and to pretend tbat she had taken a great fancy to me. She asked to look st my ring, condoled with me about the lost stone, and said that there were many superstitions about opals. Sbe went, at last, and two minutes afterwards Jack came in. "What was that woman doing here he said, almost roughly, and before be bad even kissed me. "Sbe called," I said, and then I was so relieved to hear him call ber"that woman" in such a horrid way, that I pitied ber a little, and said, "Why should be be uncivil to her, or about her She coald not hurt us." "Don't be too sure of that, dear child!" he said, "and if she comes again, be enged, and don't see ber." He took my nd as be spoke and suddenly exclaimed, "Why! did you know tbat another was gone Your little superstition is justifying itself."

Sure enough, tbe middle opal, tbe largest,was gone: and hunt as we might, we never coald find it. Jack laughed at the look of my rings. He said they were like toothless old women, and be finally coaxed and persuaded me into taking oil my engagement ring and having another stone pat in bat I Devoted that it might

1 begged watit might

not be an opal, and be yielded, and had a sapphire pat In instead. I thought he looked very grave when he came bome with it, ana Tasked him what was tbe matter. "I made a pleasing discovery to-day," he said. "A poor fellow who is in business trouble asked me for a loan the other day, and as I had no loose caah. I thought I might as well turn that diamond to good purpose so I took it back to Tiffany's where I bought it, and was informed that it was the purest paste!" "But if they cheated you tbat way In the first place," I said indignantly,"they nake it up to yon now." He me with an amused smile on Ms fum, and said:

gbt to make

looked ati

My little girl. 1 hate to make you see in what a wicked world you are livingit waa not paste when I bought it."

Then 1 saw what be meapt bat I would not. I eomld not believe that any woman had been so base, and I begged him not to believe it either—to try to think there had been some mistake. He said no more about it, but I coald see tbat be waa not con vinced.

Tbat woman tried ber best to bs upon intimate terms with us, and Jack was so nally rode to bet that 1 wasobUged to

be polite, to make up for it. again he pretended not stretched bahd, when she said good-bye he would let her go home alone when sbe lingered talking until after dusk and was altogether so unlike his chivalrous self, that I often scolded him for it, and was utterly surprised when, one evening, when she had stayed until it was really dark, and had held both my hands in hers as if she never would let them go, he suddenly ptit out his hand and took hdrs, giving it a sort of wrcneh before releasing it. She turned very pale, and I am afraid I did too, ana when Jack said,in his blandest manner, that it was quite too dark for her to go alone, and he would walk home with her, I just shut myself up in the library and cried. I jumped up, ashamed, and wiped my eyes, when I Beard his key in the door, and ran to meet him, but nearly screamed with surprise when 1 saw with him—Miss Sullivan again 1 He looked very cold and determined, and marshaled us both into the library, and she looked amused. He was just beginning to speak, when Miss Sullivan, smiling, said "Allow me and turning to me, began, "Margarita"—when Jack cut her short. "Don't dare to address my wife in that familiar manner J" he said, more fiercely .than 1 had ever heard him speak. "It is in fulfilment of a promise'" she answered, still smiling, and then began

Again and

not to see her out-

you are. and so I can congratulate your model liusband upon his model wife. Oh, what triple fools men are! I have been rather roughly compelled to restore some souvenirs of our friendship which I hoped to keep, but I am consoled by the thought that the one for which I offered a substitute is gone beyond recall," and she placed in my hand a little box, which I opened mechanically, and there were all four of my opals! I looked down at my hand, iu astonishment, and then prceived, for the first time, that my ring was quite emptv—not a stone remained "Bat how in the world did you get tboui?" I said, 013 amazement overcoming every other feeling. "Easily," sbe answered. "The first was the most difficult to obtain, but it was valuable, and worth a little trouble. You thought your feelings overcame you,my dear, when you read my note, and gazed upon that excellent imitation of a diamond, and.to a certain extent, they did but my belief that you were highly sensitive to odors was well-founded, it would seem, and my careful preparation of the jewelers cotton was not thrown away. You should warn your serv&sis, however, not to admit strangers merely because they say that they are old friends. You very foolishly handed me your other ring for inspection, and a small instrument which my glove concealed loosened the stones for me, so that subsequent hand pressures removed them without difficulty. But I will not trespass longer on your time —your husband has geuerously offered to pay my passage to France, where I shall be much more comfortable than have ever been in America so I will say good-bye."

Sbe held out her band, with a look on her beautiful face which only a stone could have resisted, and a tear rolled slowly down her cheek. 1 gave her my hand, and I do believe I should have kiftsed her if I had not caught sight of Jack's disgusted face' I am ashamed to tell it, but when she was fairly gone suddenly realized tbat those opals were

f^one

too Perhaps nobody will believe t, but I can honestly say I was glad.

I shall always believe that they are. aiid feel thankful that they brought no bad luck to Jack and me. I bad a hard time to persuade Jack to let ber keep them, but he gave up about it at last. We fonnd sbe had lost all ber money speculating with it, and that was how she csme to set ber affections on my jewelry. We hear of her onoe in awhile. Once we heard tbat sbe was employed as a spy snd detective, and I should tbink tbat would suit her to aT but the last time we beard about her, she was keeping a gambling house, and very rich, people said. Poor thing I wonder if she ever stops to think what sbe threw awa when she dismissed Jack. When I thin! that but for ber dismissing him. should never have had him,I forgive her everything, and wish I had kissed her gooa-bye that day when she took tbe opals for tbe second time!

SILVER CREEK, N. Y., Feb.0, 1880. GKNTS—I have been very low, and have tried everything, to no advantage. I heard your Hop Bitters recommended by so many, I concluded to give tbem a trial. I did, and now am aronnd, and constantly improving, and am nearly as strong as ever.

W. H. WKLLER.

Wimp Bfitera are the Pareat and Best Bitter a Ever Hade.

They are compounded from Hops, Malt, Buchu. Mandrake and Dandelion —the oldest, best, and most valuale medicines in the land contain all the beat and most curable properties of all other remedies, being the greatest Blood Purifier. Liver Regulator, and Life and Health Restoring Agent. No disease or ill health can pomible long exist where these Bitters are used, so varied and perfect are their operations.

They give new life and vigor to the aged and infirm. To all whose emnlc ments cause irregularity of tbe bow or nrinary organs, or who require an Apetize, Tonic and mild Stimulant,.Hop BiUers are invaluable, being highly curwithout ative, tonic and stimulating, without intoxicating.

No matter what your feelings or symptoms are, wbat the disease or ailment is, use Hop Bitters. Don't wait until you are sick, but if you feel bad or miserable, use Hop Bitters at once. It may save your life. Hundreds have been saved by so doing. |500 will be paid for a case that it will not care or help.

Do not suffer or let your friends suffer bat aseand urge them to use Hop Bitten Remember, Hop Bitters is no vile, drugged, drunken nostrum, but the Purest and Best Medicine ever made: tbe "Invalid's Friend and Hope," and no person or family ahould be without tbem. Try Use Bitter* to-day.

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.'' 501 N. Fremont St., Baltimore During the war I was injured in the stomach by apiece of a shell, and have suffered from it ever since. About four years ago it brought 011 paralysis. which kept mc in bed six months, and the best doctors in the city said I could not 4 live. I suffered fearfully from indigestion, and for over two years ccultl not cat solid food and for a large portion of the time was unable to retain even. liquid nourishment. 1 tried

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