Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 14, Number 43, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 19 April 1884 — Page 7

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

THE IMP088I BZJE

Man can not draw water from an empty well Or trace tbe stories that goasipe tell. iOr leather tbe rounds of pealing bell.

IMan never can atop tbe billows' roar. Uor chain the winds Ull 'hey blow no more, fw\m

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jfior drive true love from a maiden's door.

*^sMan can not o'er take a fleeing lie, «Change his wheat to afield of rye, Or cfell back yeans that have long gone by.

Han never can bribe old Father Time, Gain tlie height of a peak that he cannot 3f' climb,

Or trust a hand that hath done a crime.

^f^Man can not a crnel word recall, Fetter a thought, be It great or small, Or honey extract for a drop of gall.

•s Man ean never backward turn the tide, ,t Or count the stare that are scattered wide, ,7„~ Or find in a fool a trusty guide. 0 'Man can not reap fruit from worthless seed,

Rely for strength on a broken reed, Or gain a heart he has caused to bleed. Man never can hope true peace to win, Pleasure without and Joy within, 't. Living a thoughtless life of sin.

AN EASTER EGG.

^BY MABY £. BRADLEY.

••J "Is that your last word, Mlsa A vice?" "I'm afraid it is, Mr. Uolebarn I'm very sorry."

There was a touch of genuine regret in the girlish voice that answered, for the little Miss Barton, beauty ana belle as as she was, and fully conscious of her high distinction, was uo coquette at heart. She likea Jack Coleburn, and 'she was honestly sorry for his disappointiQont* "Don't be vexed with me," she plead«ed, lifting up dewy eyes full of sweet -entreaty. "I am so sorry! and wont 1,'5,'ijou please just forget all about it?

There area great many nicer girls in Merivale thau I am." "Are there, really? Well, you're nice enough for me," was the grim reply. "I don't ask for anything better." "You're very foolish," said Mi§s Bar~'J. ton, with a soft little sigh. "There's

Mary Goodwin now—everybody knows what a clever girl she is and Nelly Perkins—just as pretty as a pink, aud never gets cross ana horrid, as I do. If yeu were to ask either of them, Mr. Coleburn I don't believe they would say no to -you." "You've no right to believe anything about It," said Jack roughly. "I've asked you, and you've said ilo. That's enough, Miss Avice. I won't trouble *yoa to answer for another woman." "Very well," returned Avice, her pretty cheeks reddening at the rebuke. "I am sorry you feel so, Mr. Colebnrn. but

I don't see bow I'm to blame for it." "I haven't blamed you, Miss Barton." "Oh, not in so many words I know. But you're vexed mith me, all the same, and oross and disagreeable. And I think it's too bad," pouted pretty Avice, "just when sleighing time has come, and we might have had so many lovely rides together. Now, I suppose whenever I see you, you will be as sociable as an iceberg and I shall feel like a bad child that has been put in tbe corner. I don't think it's fair." "The remedy for that will be for me to keep oat of your way. Whoa, Flash!" With a sudden tightening of tbe reins as they Beared the comfortable brick dwelling bouse in whioh Miss Avice—only jiTd of Andrew Barton, widower—held ,undisputed sway. "I have brought you home safe, at all events^' lifting her out

"I have brought you

noma saie, at an events," lifting her out iff from the warm nest of furs that he had so carefully arranged for her comfort an hour or two before. "And now I can onlv promise not to spoil another sleigh ride for you this winter, Miss Barton." "Yoo've spoiled them all. already!" •M retorted pettishly. "And you're going avay without even shaking band9 with me. That's very rude of you, Mr.

Goleburn." "I beg your pardon, but beiag an iceberg, I'm afraid of chilling you. Good night. Miss Barton."

Jack Coleburn lifted his hat to his sweetheart with a great effort at dignity, and springing into his cotter again, was out of sight almost before the hall door was opened to admit the young lady. *^She looked after him for a moment half wistfully, half angrily. "He's just as hateful as he can be!

Was it »y toult if be choose to fall in love with me? I can't marry everybody that asks me," she said to herself with a little vain self consciousness. "But It's a pitty, too—I really believe he loves me, poor fellow 1"

For a a ays or two afterward her thoughts dwelt upon her rejeoted lover with a pensive persistence. She recalled his handsome face and manly bearing, his broad-shouldered strength, his sturdy igood sent* and genial good-humor, with fs.n increasing appreciation of these -varied attractions. More than once she sighed, "Poor fellow!" and pitied herself, and pitied him, because instead of being the distinguished lawyer oi merchant whose wealth and fame could «atisfy little Avice*s ambitious dreams, he was only Jack Coleburn, just beginning business in the hardware line, in poor «little Merivale. It wasn't to be thought of as a possibility, marrying and settletng down in Merivale! For Nelly Perkins or Mary Goodwin it would do well enough but Avice had relatives in New

York—relatives who were "In society," and whose names appear in the social chronicles of the great city—and Avlce's Tain little soul fed itself in secret with fond anticipations of similar distinction for herself some day.

The correspondence between the related families was rather formal and infre* quent, and there baa never been any exchange of visits. Neither Mrs. Lippincott, nor her fashionable daughter*, nor the elegant young gentleman her son, had ever felt moved by a strong "desire of nearness" for their rustic Kinsfolk. But there were obligations that could not be quite ignored. Mrs. Lippincott owed her education in a New York boarding sohool, and the good marriage It enabled her to make, to her halfbrother, Andrew Barton, who had tolled and denied himself in order to afford it. He had worn homespaa to drees her in •ilk, and trudged after the plough that she might finger the plano-keya. And though all this was long past, and she (no longer needed his favor*, he had still

Om habit of sending her homely gifts •'h of Western produce that were not unacceptable.

The Lippincotte bad to keep up an expensive establishment, and Mr. Barton's

consignments of fine flour and potatoes ud apples, with the boxes of choice ^{grapes and hampers of native wine, were welcome eooagh. making as they did an .appreciable saving In household bilk.

It was upon the arrival of one of these »^nt Hirifirtif tint a family consultation was held eancernlng a long-fait bet

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We really must make some return to my brother," said Mrs. Lipplncott, "for his remembrance of us all these years. He has been unfailingly kind and thoughtful, and tbe least we can do is to show- some attention to his daughter. Avice is grown up now and a winter in New York woula be a great thing for her. We must invite her." "Certainly, if yon think best, mamma," her daughters responded civilly. And her son shrugged hfe shoulders and said, inwardly, "what a bore!" But ho made no objection.

So it happened that the invitation, which for years had been the secret desire of A vice's heart, came to her just three days after she had said no to Jack Coleburn. And all thoughts of him were scattered as swiftly as dandelion seed in a high wind, while she made her hasty and eager preparations to shine in a new orbit. Untold dreams inflated her heart, and kept her beauty bright through all the fatigue of travel and when in the frosty dusk of a winter evening she arrived at the Lippineott mansion,her cheeks glowed and her eyes sparkled under the gaslights with a radiant sort of loveliness that took her cousins by surprise.

They discussed her briefly when She had retired for the night. "Extremely pretty," said Gertrude, the older daughter "but rather too highly colored, don't you think "Altogether too loud," returned Mr. Mortimer, languidly. "Needs an immense deal of toning down." "And. as was to be expected, is a barbarian in dress," said Miss Adelaide. "Think of onyone travelling in blue ribbons J"

Avice, cuddling under the blankets in a glittering brass beadstead, and much too excited to go to sleep, was happily unconscious of their criticisms. Her impressions had been altogether delightful. distinguished air my Cousin

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ose their long trains have something to it" (it was in the day of those abominations) "mine are too short entirely. I'll have to ask Gertrude about letting them down," sbe murmured sleepily, as she drifted off into dreamland at last.

And next day when the girls made a pretense of helping her to unpack she proffered her request innocently, only to be met with a little supercilious surprise. "My dear child, you don't suppose we make our dresses I haven't the least idea how trains should be lengthened. You'll have to have a dressmaker, if you think it important." "Is It really worth while asked Miss Adelaide considerately. "Your dresses are very pretty as they are, dear, and you are not very tall, you know. I don't think I should go to the expense of having them altered."

So Avice was put down with a little gentle patronage, and the dresses," remained as they were. "Very pretty dresses," as Adelaide said but lacking, as Avice herself lacked, the indefinable something that made all the difference between herself and her cousins.

They were content to have it so. There was less danger of being thrown into the shade by her fresh, blooming beauty, when it was tempered by a little dowdiness and rusticity.

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they were very praised everything she wore, and never gave any hints or suggestions thatcould tend to enhance her attractions. And while she felt vaguely disappointed in things generally, she had still nothing to complain of.J

Her cousins did their duty by her gracefully. She was taken to the opera an#the theatre she strolled through picture galleries, and visited loan collections, and the rooms of the Art League she drove through the avenue to the Park on bright afternoons and dawled away her mornings in trivial shopping on Broadway, with always Gertrude or Adelaide for a companion. Her cousins were used to this way spending their time, and they found it pleasant to take Avice about. Everything was new to her, and sbe had a fund of bright spirits and a flow of girlish talk that entertained them. They found themselves very well amused in her sooiety and so by and by, did Mr. Mortimer, notwithstanding his first opinions of her.

Possibly some weeks spent in his atmosphere had "toned her down" to his taste. At all events, he fell into the way of stopping at home on the evenings when the ladies had no engagements. And these evenings by degrees came to be more enjoyable to Avice than those that were spent abroad. She did not find herself quite in her element in New York society. The beauty and the bellship that were paramount at Merivale did not count for much here. At every party she went to there were a dozen

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She came back from most of the festive gatherings of the winter with a vexed sense of her insignificance. And the evenings at home, when her Cousin Mortimer stood by the piano and turned over her music for her, or lay at his lasy length on a couch and encouraged her merry talk with bantering comments but admiring looks, grew to be delightful by contrast. Then she felt herself queen again, for Gertrude and Adelaide did not Interfere with the incipient flirtation, which they knew oould .never come to anything serious. And the ele-

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tnt Mortimer, who could be very faswhen he chose to take tbe trouble devoted himself assiduously to the new amusement.

He teased and flattered her by turns: brought her flowers and bonbons said charming things that thrilled her with delight at one time: at another vexed her almost to tears with mocking repetitions of her little western provincialisms or merciless ridicule of her cherished opinions. She bad any quanity of these of course, for she had been aocoseomed to lay down tbe law at home, and no one ever disputed her logic. Mortimer found it amusing to draw ber into an argument, lead bar on to all sorts of absurd 1 ties, and then cover ber with confusion by their exposure. The tantrums that she flew into in consequence wen not unbecoming in a girl so pretty as Avice. Her little pouts and flouts bad color and sparkle to them, end excited htm agreeably. He knew, moreover, that be could always soften tbe flash in ber eyes, and turn the edge of ber anger with a tender whispered word or two.

Tbe sweetness of these tender whispered words mads Avice blind to tbeir oeartless selfishness. Sbe could notim-

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rine that be played with her feelings for his own amusement. He was to her a hero of romance—ber very idea of what an English nobleman might be. If there were titles In this oountry, tbonght the silly child, be would honor

the highest one And in ber secret heart she cubbed him Loid Mortimer, and thrilled to her finger-tips at the bare idea that this snperior being was in love with her. "Poor Jack Coleburn!" she used to think in these days with a kind of scornful pity. "Poor old fellow if be oould only see my Mortimer, he would know why I could not marry him."

Jack Coleburn, attending to his honest work in an honest, manful way, had no wish to see her Mortimer. He heard stray rumors through old companions of the gay life she led in New York. Avice's home letters painted everything cotUeur de rose and it was currently reported in Merivale that she had beaux by the dozen, native and foreign, and that a French count and a German baron were fairly at sword's-points on her behalf. "She goes to balls all tbe week. I'm told, ana to theatres on 8nnday," said Nelly Perkins, rather spitefully "and flirts—beyond everything! I sup 'it'll end up in her marrying one of those foreign fellows with a title, and they'll liveon her father's money. 'Tisn't likely we'll see much of her here again." "I'm glad she's enjoying herself," said Jack Coleburn, in reply.

But he knew when he said it that he lied. He despised himself for tbe fact, but he would have been glad to know that she was not enjoying herself in tbe least. It was no passing fancy that absence could conquer, his feeling for pretty Avice. He was a positive sort of young fellow who knew his own mind, and was not apt to change it easily. There were girls in Merivale, as Avice had truthfully asserted, who would willingly have consoled liim for her loss but he did not want to be consoled. He was one of those unreasonable men who will have what they want, or nothing at all and he wanted Avice, and loved her, and filled his life with the memory of her, exactly as if sbe had not rejected him. Nelly Perkins brought all her little artileries to bear upon him in vain, and even enlisted her brother's aid. "Come out with us to-night, Jack," said Ned Perkins to him, one glorious moonlight evening, when half Merivale was on runners. "We've got old Woodward's old team, and a lot of U9 are going over to Cranch's for a dance. Nell said she'd keep a plaoe for you, if you liked." "Much obliged," was Jack's reply.— "Miss Nelly's very kind, but I can't possibly go to-night. I've another engagement." "Oh, botheryour engagement! That's too thin, Jack. You never go anywhere with us nowadays, and I'd like to know the reason why "I've iust told you that I'm engaged for to-night," returned Jack:

Ya-as, you've always got an excuse. eai/1 A nrl ho want, nff miffed, to tell his sister that she might as well "drop" Jack Coleburn. "You're just giving yourself away for nothing," he remarked with fraternal frankness. "It's all humbug about his having another engagement. When Avice Barton comes home he won't put on so many frills."

It was not altogether an excuse, however, for Jack had accepted an invitation from Tom Lefferts to help him pack

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girls than herself or, at least,

hey seemed so to her irritated consciousness of "an air" that she could not compass in spite of desperate inward efforts, and much secret before a mirror. In tacf ~ier very efforts te acquire something unnatural to her, put ner at a disadvantage. Her charm was in her mlrthfulnera, her careless chatter, her unconventional freedom of tbonght and speech she was awkward and uninteresting when she tried to imitate a highbred repose that was not "to the manner born."

you ain't going on that sleighing frolic, I wish you'd come over to the store to-night and lend me a hand," Tom ha4 said in the afternoon. And Jack, who hated the sound ef sleighbells since that last ride with Avice, had replied that he didn't care if he did. So while the merry bells jingled, and echoes of laughing voices floated out in the distance. the two young men, who were not "in tlje good times," sat together ip a dingy loft over old Lefferts' store, and packed eggs in sawdust. "I don't see," said Tom, reflectively, pausing in his labors to refill his pipe, "why you didn't go with that crowd to Cranch's. It would have been better fun than this, a darned sight.'.' "Why didn't you go yourself?" retorted Jaok. "Hadn't the chance. The girls don't run after me as they do after you, Jack. I ain't what you call a popular man."

You're too bashful* that's what's the matter. The girls like a fellow that ain't afraid of'em. But you turn all colors if a woman looks at you." "That's so."

Tom's pink face flushed in the dim oandle-light as if to verify the charge. "It ain't my fault, though it's the way I was made. I'd give my eyes If I could be as free and easy as you are, Jack. For 1 tell yon what"—and Tom's tones grew pathetlo—"I have my feelings, if I am a homely old cuss. 1 know a pretty girl when I see her, and if I had your good looks, and your cheek, I wouldn't live like a toad in a hole, you bet! I just wish I was you." "More fool you are for that," returned Jack, remembering grimly how little bis "goods looks and cheek" had availed him. "Don't you be an idiot about women, Tom. If there's a girl you like go and tell ber so out and out, and take your chances. Ten to one they're as good as mine would be, after all. There's no accounting for women's notions." "You're a little down on the sex lately, aren't you Who is she, Jack, and what'slhe trouble "None or yonr business," was the gruff answer. "Here—get something to mop up this mess. Where did you pick up such slot of smashed eggs "Accidents will happen," said Tom, fishing up a rag from some dusky recess. "Shove that other box over here. There's a prime lot there that we've got to pack Kv ihAITIflAlwAA "Where are you sending them T" asked Jack. "To New York. Clarke and Macready. There's a great demand for eggs just now." "1 suppose so. Its Lent." "Anapretty nigh upon Easter,"rejoined Tom. "By the way, Jack, did YOU ever send your sweetheart an foster egg "I've got no sweetheart," said Jack, curtly. "No? Well, that's queer, seeing it's you. I haven't, either, so I'm going to send my egg out to flna me one?' "What sort of nonsense are you talking, Tom? Have yonr wits gone woolgathering "No," said Tom, sheepishly, "but I'll tell you something, Jack. I'm going to try my luck, just for fun. See this rag, whits egg?—well, here goes for my name and address and Tom began to scribble on it with a lead pencil. "What the dickens does the egg want with your name ana address?" asked Jack, in honest wonder. "Tbeeast? Ob, tbe egg doesn't want lything with itl It's tbe person that gets tbe egg, dont yon see? It might happen to d®a young lady, you know—" "Tomfoolery!" interrupted Jade, dis-

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"Think so? Well, here's another one for Jsekfoolery holding out tbe egg and tbe pencil with a persuasive smile. "Just for fun, old fellow, if we're In tbe same boat as to sweethearts. Who knows bat it My bring as good lack?" "You're the biggest goose I ever came upjwith," said Jrnsk, serenely. "Catch m* sending my name travailing on an eggH&eUtbat soms Irish Biddy will WKk!"

TERRS HAU*TE SATURDAY EVMING MATT,

"What if she does?" retorted Tom. "Where's the harm? Oa the other hand, suppose it's the pretty young lady daughter that cracks it—or no, she won't do that when she sees your manly name and the modest request to communicate with the writer. She'll view it with amazement at first, and then with interest. Her impulse to laugh will give way to a sense of sympathy. Herevs a yearning heart, she will say, stretching out blind hands—"

But here Tom's eloquence was cut short with a shout of laughter. "Ayearning heart with blind hands! O Lord!" roared Jack. "Give us your penql, Tom. Anything to float that yearning heart?"

And taking tbe egg he scribbled rapidly over its surfaee, and handed it back to Tom, laughing more heartily than he had laughed since Avice went away, at the aosurdity of the whole thing. "Here, you sentimental idiot, here's another chance for you. If tbe young lady sends me her photograph, I'll pass it on to your blind hands." "Honest Injun will you?" said Tom, eagerly. "I'll remind you of that promise, Jack, for your egg will be the lucky one, of course. I shouldn't wonder in the least if it did bring you a photograph, and a wife to boot. Queerer things have happened." "Something queer has happened to you, that's dead sure," was the rejoinder. "I never knew you quite so sappy before, you soft-hearted old donkey. Pity you haven't got a woman to lead you by the nose! Never mind, though —maybe your egg will bring you a bouncing widow, and if that doesn't shake the nonsense out of you. I'm mistaken. Give me some more sawdust."

Tom obeyed, with a meek protest against the widow. "If it's all the same to you. I'd rather not invest in a second-hand article," he replied. "My appearance may not be all that could be desired, but my feelings are fresh."

At which, of course, Jack roared again for Tom's little sentimentalities, taken in combination with his perky, pinkfaced, comical-aspect, were irresistibly funny. Or, at all events, they seemed so to Jack at the moment and as Tom

funny. Or events, they seemed

was in an unusually effusive mood, and didn't in the least mind .being laughed at so long as he was listened to, Jack spent a merry evening on the whole, and certainly did not regret the sleigh-ing-party.

As for the egg upon which his "manly name" was inscribed, he never thought of it again. He had humored Tom's whim, but a night's sleep put the whole nonsense out of memory even and the wildest flight of fancy never suggested the possibility of its falling into Avice's hands.

The process.was perfectly simple, however. Mr. Barton—in grateful appreciation of the attentions shown his daughter—had made up another shipment for the Lippincott larder and being Lent, and nigh upon Easter, it occurred to him that a box of fresh eggs would be an appropriate addition. Old Lefferts, Tom's father, was'induced for a consideration to alter bis bill of lading, and let Barton have part of the particularly "prime lot" that had been packed separately. Tom was not around at the time, and $new nothing of the transaction and as luck would have it, Jack's eggs was in the box chosen. Tom's went on its uneventful way to the New York dealers: and whether it was boiled for some old baobelor's breakfast or beaten into an omelette by some innocent Biddy whose accomplishments did not include reading ana writing, this chronicler is unable to say. The sad fact remains that it brought no response to Tool's yearning heart.

Some days later Avice was standing before along mirror in the Lipplncott drawing room with a little fanciful feather Droom in her band. Ostensibly she was flirting off spects of dust from the bronze Mercury, with lightly poised limbs just checked in their airy flight, that aaorned the projecting marble slab. In reality she was studying the outlines of her own pretty figure in its flowing princess robe, and the flower-like tints of her charming face, which her CouBin Mortimer had just likened to thfer rose Bonsllence, in Gertrude's window garden.

Among roses, (|ear and delightful as all are, there is none like this to tonch the heart. Its fresh and tender bloom is ravishing to the eye, its eueffable fragrance lifts one's soul into a purer atmosphere. At least my Lord Mortimer expressed his opinion to this effect, and then proceeded to made the comparison aforesaid, emphasizing his remarks by snatching a kiss, as he departed, from the rose leaf cheek that flushed and paled in absolute ecstacy under the caress. She did not dream, poor child, that this first kiss which meant everything to her was only a bit of self-indul gence before thej winding-up

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pretty pastime that even Be oe feel might be carried too far. Others had already discerned the dangerous possibility, and for some days Mrs. Lippincott had sought an opportunity to speak a word in season to ber son. Sbe waited in the doorway of her morning room until she heard tne snap of his match in the hall below, then softly rustled down and intercepts him at the point of departure. "One moment, if you please, Mortimer I have something to say to you before you go. You nave lighted vonr cigar, I see, but no matter we will go into the smoking room." "Is it a lecture, Mme. Mere as they stood together in the small apartment at tbe end of the ball, which had been resigned to a disagreable necessity. "You are not fond of cigar smoke, as a rule, so I conclude there is something important." "Them is," said Mrs. lippincott, gravely. "I wish to tell you, without any circumlocution, that yon are not acting sensibly—or honorbly, if you will excuse the word—by your cousin." "I expected that would be the com-

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rtalnt. mother, without drennaas you say, suppose I tell you that I have about come to the s*tne conclusion be replied, deliberately. "I am glad to near it 1" sbe exclatmed, with a look and tone of relief. **There was nothing amiss up to a certain point, but of late you have been far too loverlike in your attentions to Avice and I am afraid sbe has— Weil, never mind, if you puts stop to it at once. Perhaps there is no bsrm done yet." "I think you need not distress yourself," be said lightly. "Between ourselves, Avice is a charming little coquette. Sbe will go back to ber rustic beaux all tbe better armed for conquest after trying ber band on me." "Perhaps so," Mrs. Lippincott assented briefly. "I suppose yon know," with little involuntary acidity, that lily McAllister is oomlng borne on tbe 'Caledonia "I am aware of the fact. And in view of it, perhaps it would be as well—" "If Avice went home beforehand? Yon am very sensible, Mortimer," with a sarcastic intonation that she could not help. "X am glad to see that as far as yomr feelings are concerned, I need not distress myself—«s you say. Goodmoniing, my dear."

She rustled softly away, and my Lord Mortimer started after the vanishing Watteau back with a mingled expression of surprise and chagrin on his handsome countenance. 'Confound the women!" he muttered

ing the warning, by Jove! How can a man satisfy the illogical sex I He had "satisfied" one of them pretty effectually by this time for little Avice —not ashamed to be a listener where such vital matters were at stake—bad heard every word of the colloquy. Neither Mortimer nor 'his mother had deamed of ber presence at the breakfastparlor, which adjoined the smoking room. The one thought her upstairs with her cousin .the other knew that he had left her playing with a bunch of red feathers at the farther end of the long drawing room.

But Gertrude's flowers occupied the bay-window of the sunny breakfastparlor and Avice wanted to take a look at the Bonsilence rose after her carefhl dusting of the bronze Mercury. One of tbe sashes was lowered to give the flowera air, for it was mild weather. Naturally, a window in the smoking room was also open, and the quick ears, whose hearing was sharpened by love and shame, caught the whole story. Certainly its logic WAS clear enough. It satisfied her of one thing—that she should hate the smell of Bonsilence rosea as long as sbe lived and of another —that if it were within the bounds of possibility she would be at home in Merivale before the "Caledonia" reached her moorings in New York harbor.

She went upstairs, very quietly, when she bad heard the street door shut behind the false lover, and locked herself into her own room. Her step was quick and light as ever, the pretty rese-bloom had not faded from ber cheeks no one who had met her wonld have guessed that tbe poor child's heart lay like a lead in her bosom, and that in five minutes the whole world had changed color for her. Pride and self-respect rose up in arms to hide her trouble but the gay young life had come to its bitter hour.

There was a tap at the door by and by, and Gertrude's voice called cheerfully: "Avice, I want you. What are you doing?" V*.: "I am writing to papa." "Oh, then, you can tell Uncle Barton that his boxes have just arrived. Mamma is having them unpacked, and I have already devoured a bell-flower a Tell him it is delicious, and that he is an angel." "Is that ail?"

No, but mamma will say the rest. Hurfry through your letter and come down-stars. I want you to help me with my Easter eggs. You can paint much nicer butterflies than I can. By tt way, Uncle Barton has sent a boxful." "Of butterflies?" "No, you silly child, of eggs. He really is an angel," said Gertrude, merrily.

Sbe was in a flutter of pleasant excitement about the Easter eggs, whioh were intended tox her Sunday school class at St. Judge's. Perhaps the fact that Philip Van Wyck—the most eligible parti of her acquaintance, was superintendent of the School, had something to do with her zeal. A good many young ladies had taken piety and Sunday school labors on Mr. Van Wyck's account. But Gertrude had been singled out for much flattering consultation of late, and she was only too happy to carry out bis suggestion of the decorated eggs as an appropriate accompaniment to tbe Easter offerings of her class. He was to come that evening and bring ber some moss and licken to make a nest in which the eggs, and the more significant dollars, should be together. And AVice, who had a pretty taste in such things, had promised to help her in the painting of flowers and butterflies.

It seemed to poor little Avice, when she came downstairs to fulfill that promise, as if it bad been made a hundred years ago. She had grown suddenly old. indifferent, uninterested, and the whole matter an utter triviality. Yesterday she had entered into Gertrude's enthusiasm with a qulch sympathy, and anticipated with interest the pretty spectacle of the Easter anniversary, when the long procession oi children would throng the aisles with their flowers and banners, and make the gothic arches ring with their triumphant anthems. She knew ber cousin's penchant for the handsome young superintendent, and sympathized with it to the extent of wishing secretly that Mortiner "cared about those things," for love and religion tonch each other closely in innocent young hearts. To-dav, what did she oare for any of it? It was all a mockery, a vain show and neither love nor religion meant any thing worth having.

Bitter thoughts, and hard and cynical, crowded each other in her mind as she turned over the eggs that her cousin bad asked her to examine, while sbe herself went out to purchase some pigments that were lacking. Avice had promised to pick out the whitest ones and oversee the boiling, in Gertrude's absence and sbe was inspecting tbem listlessly with no heart for the task, when suddenly she was startled by the sight of some penciled words on one of tbe white shells. "Tbe lady into whoee hands this egg may fall," so the inspecti read, "will confer a favo*- by communicating the fact to J. C., P. O. Box 48, Merivale Michigan." "Who is J. C., I wonder?" thought Avice, astonished. "Is it Jack Coleburn

Her oheeks flushed with sudden anger for she knew instinctively that it was Jack Coleburn, and ber first thought natural but irrational, was that be had taken this silly way of recalling himself to ber memory. A second thought and a second reading made her doubtful of ber conclusion. Granting the possibility that he might have happened to be around when the eggs were put up, It was hardly likely—after what had ps-sed between tbem-tbat he would be In the humor for any jesting communications bv way of an 6gg~sh6ll* Moreover there were ten chanced to one that Mrs. Lippincott would have found it, not herself snd be was not tbe man for such impertinent trifling. .. "There is some mistake,?' tbe girl said to herself, and quietly wrapped up the penciled egg, and hid it in her workbasket, not choosing that any eyes bat ber own should see it,

She could not understand tbe meaning of it, but It dwelt in her thoughts through the day with an odd persistence even dividing them with miserable recollections of tbe morning. Gertrude found ber dull snd distrait ss they worked together, and soon made an excuse for going out with Adelaide, since die bad discovered that her cousin'* fingers were much more deft snd skillful than

"You'll get on better without me, for I shall only bother yon with talking," die said.

Cbntinued on Seventh Page, YotJ

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vjj {Continued from last week.) How Watch Cases are Made.

Imitation always follows a successful" article, and imitation is one of the best, proofs of real honest merit and thus it isthat the James Boss' Gold Watch Case hasits imitators. Buyers can always tell the genuine by the trade-mark of a crown, from. which is suspended a pair of scalcsf Be sure BOTH crown and1 scales are stamped in the cap of the wfttcl* case. Jewelers are very cautious about endorsing an article unless they not only know that it is good, but that the character of' the manufacturers is such that the quality of the goods will be kept fully up to standards

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The James Boss' Gold Watch Coses go like hot cakes. Each one I rail sells another. Don't nesd. to recommend them: they sell themselves. One of my customers has had a James Boss' GoklWatcb Case in use for 20 years,anditisasgoodaaever. With this case I do not host to to to givo my own guarantee, especially with the new and improved cases, whlob seem to be everlasting.

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NEwBmjNSwicK, N.J., Jan.8,1888.

This gold case. No. 66W. known BB the Jumos Bosrf GoldWatchCasc.cttmeiutojftyposaession aboutMM, ||s has been in use since that time, and is still in good condition. The movement is the one which was in tha case when I bought it, and lit condition shows thai the case has really out-worn the movement, which 1* playedout

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