Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 15, Number 4, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 19 July 1884 — Page 6

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

A COMMON HUBTQMY.

«It Istlme to be bom," God aaid, and there «. came Into the world iHtboot a name,

A mortal of tluy frame.

"It Is time tothtak, to look, and to grow To waken and walk, fair babe of mow," Bald a grandma, soft and low. "It la time to lean on a tender breast. Little one, la thy dream robesdrest,"

Said a mother. "Corae and rest,"

IP "It is time to study and cease to play," Itf' Said the fattier grave to the boy one day, Pai "If thon would'st oe wise when gray.' _It Is time to straggle for manly place,

Toenler the 11*1* for the great life racft," Said a yoath, with sonny face. "It is time to sin I" Twas a demon thought, Sinister—dark—with danger fraught, '«. But it happily came tonanght. *11 is time to love," said a lover bold,

And he kissed sweet lips of a melting mould,

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And rehearsed tbe"story old." •'It In time for Joy," with an air of pride. «U«» a bridegroom fond. "I have won a brid •t To be ever at my side." "It is time lo toll for daily bread, 2 JToc a wife and family most be fed,"

By a busy man was said.

"It Is time to part," said the children grown, "Sons and daughters need homes of their own.

FarewellI" and the birds had flown. -"It Is time to be lonely, tbe house is still," •..' Said a care-scarred couple, "it seemeth 111!"

And they wept against their will. J* "It Is time to mourn: it has come to pass," Hald a quivering voice, "that beneath the

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must hide my love, alas

i**There's a time to die," so the preacher saith, ft*" And I gently co thee now.^sald Death,

As no stifled an old man's breath. —{Cleveland Leader.

All the Year Round.

IJBetween Two Stools.

CHAPTER I.

"I have something to tell yon, Mary." Mary Ranley let her work fall into her lap, and looked up at tbe speaker. She was a tall,, slim, dark-haired woman of seven or eight atld twenty, with a

Slain,

patient face, and wistful eyes. he wore a dress of quiet gray tint, and /the room in which she was seated was fuiolmfid with all the good taste that nawsAys is consistent with strict economy. She had aot a single claim, in -^feature or coloring, to any of the acknowledged forms of prettiness, and yet something about her would have compelled a second glance from those who 'had obtained a first. "Well, Tom, what is it?" Her face -softened as her glance fell on Tom Danvers* handsome, blue-eyed, fair-halted

Tom, whom people spoke of only to praise, They had been playfellows, these two, who were alike only in years. They were lovers now, and they.would be husband and wife one day :4t Jfeiwt 'that hope had beautified existence for both of them during seven years. Seven years! It is a big slice out of the best -«"*ipart of tbe allotted threescore and ten, 'though it was only lately that one of this faithful pair had begun to think so.

Tbe other bad never thought it yet, *'Whit it it yon have to tell me Toon crossed the room and bent over her to stfoke her hair. The movement was a caress, and then it enabled him to .avoid her eyes. "I have been offered an appointment at Rangoon." "At Rangoon." She echoed the words without any intonation of surprise. '•That is-" "In Burmah. As if you did not know that anil, everything elue, my little scholar and Rangoon is a big place, with openings for lots of fellows. Stephen hss written, saying he needs a partner, and so I think that if yon don't mind, that shall go out there In a month or two."

Mary Ranley did not answer. In the pause that ensued she heard the purring lof the cat on the hearth, and smelled •, .the faint odor of the mignonette growing In the window box. She new quite well that the linetts outside were piping to the roses, snd that Tom Dan vers was waiting for her answer but she also knew that her pulse were growing fainter and fainter, and that the weight of a long-dreaded blow had fallen. "Are yon not getting on here?" she asked, after a pause. "I thought you told tne that your work was Increasing

I thought you expected that we might toarry in the spring." "It was all a mistake, due to my consounded hopefulness. 1 got anew case or two when Smitbson was away for his holidays, but he holds the patience, and will go on holding them. The fact Is, Xarv, there is not scope here for two medical men. and I knew that though I nettled in the place when you wished it. But I ha*e not made £300 in the past twelve months, add yon know that means failure." "But I raske a good deal by my teaching, and I thought that, working together we might get on." "That is qmte out of he said, fretfully turning away from the

out of the question,"

Sheading, patient eves. "I am not going to have my wife drudging all day long that we may not starve. I'll support her myaeif. or do without her."

The pale nanus lying on the piece of meedle-work preeeed each other a little, then the sweet voice spoke softly and

Jlrtniy. "I have been thinking often, lately, Tom, that you would be wiser to do

without me. You see we have known each other so long that we have really grown to be more friends than lovers, and I am far older than you in reality, though not perhaps in years, and so I eanuot h«3p believing at times that our engagement has been a mistake." "Ob,yon do, von do?" wrathfully. "You sea it has lasted seven yean now, and in seven years, you know, it alienee teaches that we change dfttely. and so 1 think, Tom, dear, tt it would be tar better if you planned your future without letting any thought of me hamper yon* I am safe enough, you know the high school pays me a ^comfortable salary, and 1 have grown accustomed to the routes of life with Mrs. Gilbert, and so, dear, I can oflfer ^quite honestly to set yon free.** She was smiling at Mm bravely, and her

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the world as dear to me as you are. But do yon not think yourself, our engagement has been too protracted to seem hopeful now You dont feel as I do it seems to take all my strength away to see our life together always slipping farther and farther of£M "If I makft things worse foryon, of course that alters matters." His face had lost its smiling softness, his brow waa stern aad angry, "Yon are my youth tbe end of my dreams," she raid passionately "tbe want of you will leave my whole future barren." "Then why need you give me up?" "Because 1 thing yon will be freer without me because yen are learning to dread me, and so the love is growing imperfect." "It was for your lake I thought of Rangoon," he aaid, sullenly. "Yes, dear and It is for your rake, heaven knows, that I propose to give you up. I am a drag on you, and what you feel for me is far more friendship than love." "If you think so, I have nothing more to say," He rose to go, stiffly, and then the tender heart in her failed. "Ob, Tom, if it were not best for you, do you think I would have spoken f"

She wanted him to tell her that it was not best for him she wanted him to prove to her that all ber doubts were deedless but she had hurt him, and at her relenting he hardened himself. "It is best for you, that is enough," be said, and took his hat and left her without looking at her again

When the door had closed behind him Mary Ranley eat five minutes motionless. The airy bubble she had spent seven years mowing was shattered by ber own touch. Sbe scarcely realized what had happened yet. but there was a numb aching at her heart, tar worse than any keen, comprehending pang. Her tears began to flow heartbrokenly as she mechanically folded tbe piece of the poor little trousseau on which she had been working, the trousseau that would never be needed now. Tom was gone, and Tom was the lover of her whole life but—and in this capacity she would miss him far more—he had always been her pet and protege. What would ber motherly nature do now, without any one to plan for or protect

Women's sorrows seek consolation in the strangest ways. In the first hour of her loss Mary Ranley went up among the gathered treasures of seven hopeful years, and touched with reverent fondness the accumulated trifles destined for tbe future home. There were tbe little bronzes meant for Tom's study, and urchased one of the economies of her oliday time: there were pretty vases, and little brackets, and scraps ot tasteful china—all the feminine trifles that would have given a home likeness to his bare lodgings. Sbe remembered where she had gathered them up—sometimes in Tom's presence—and even the words he had said in jest over one thing and another. And now Tom was out of her life, and there never would he any home foir them together. She felt as if the big oak chest was a coffin containing all her youth as she locked it, shutting the relics out of her sight and then ahe went down and drantc her solitary tea, and tried to realize all the emptiness of the coming years.

Would he write to her, she Wondered, or would she be felt always without tid rs And when #oold he go? And be oe relieved that they had parted after tbe first edge of pain had worn off?

Six days passed without even an indirect word from him, and the morning's work was acquiring a maddening monotony and the evening's silence a despairing loneliness. Maiyhad fqw girl mends and no confidants, and sober heart-ache miased the common alleviation of talking it over. It he never came or wrote, if she never heard of him again, there was no one in all the world to help or comfort her.

But he would not be cruel enough to treat her with silence forever, he would send her a message one day, and it would be one of peace and friendship. Tnat faith grew in her day by day, battling with the growing despair and then one day fact ranged itselfon faith's side—a letter awaited ner as she return ed from tbe walk she had taken to escape from her thoughts.

She held it between her hands for moment without looking at it, and all her fictitious strength gave way. She threw aside the cloak that had suddenly become a burden, and sat down in her bonnet to read Tom's message. fiut the letter was not from Tom she saw that as she unfolded it. The writing was bigger, bolder, more legible. She read it all through before she reached the signiture. when she had seen that she read the letter again. It was from John Hayward, tbe man she had always thought Mousle Graham's lover, and it contained an offer of marriage for herself. "1 have loved you always, Maty," he wrote, "and I have only refrained from telling you so, because 1 had so little to offer till now. I did not dare ask you to share a worse home than you have been accustomed to, and so I kept my peace. But at last I have attained to what I have honestly coveted so long at last Armstrong A Co. have made me head of my department, and so I dare, after a devotion nearly as protracted as Jacob's, to ask you for my own."

It was a plain, manly statement, and it went to Mary Ranley's sore heart. There was no gush, no agony of passion

in it nothing bat the aimple tale of a man who had known bow to be very Yet his love for

Ktientand

faithful.

startled her inexpressibly.

She had

never dreamed of it.' There' had never seemed anything bnt tbe merest good oomradesbip in his attitude toward her —but of course his silence and self-re-straint rendered his love all the more flattering, and John wonld make a good bos band. Mary had an idea that the man who lived straightly and earnestly would love steadfastly, and she felt that the woman who became John Hay ward'a wife would have all the chances of happiness in her favor. For an instant she wished this offer had oome years before. Now, although Tom was not half so fine a character as John Hayward, she loved him, and that made all tbe difference.

When she came to think of it, it was odd that John made no mention of Torn. Sorely he bad known she was to htm sorely they had always madethatpatent to every one? Mary Ranley sat thinking over her offer, in all its bearing, tiO the fire waned and her tea was cold.

John Hayward's offer waa unexpected, but it was very fair and manly. She almost slatted to And she wa® considering it, that opposing eocmsel esemod to be arguing the pros and eons, with herself for judge and jury. Oa oMridi were

«y*e were very clear and bright, but she love, and ease, and pleasure on the

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are. I Sbe was not a heroine, and teaching tor

aod yon women care only tor success," her breed darii be easwertd bitterly. I ed sad and 1 **1 rappoee the working obm of oaf Bat, then, wonld not marriage with knows thai suooam comes some time to' another than Tom awn almost sacrithe steady and patient," she said, the 3 lege, after all they had planned toJlnt hard tonerounding in her voloe. fgetter? Why, their whole future had

And have I not been either V* (been mapped oat with each other, and ••Dear Tom, doot Imagine that wish anion with John Bayward would he to find fault or criticise love yon Car] bat a dreary deception. 4oo well for that there is no ooe in all Then she wanton to think ofherpn-

a whole lifetime seem-

wbom sbe did not and could not Love. She had no theories about them. They met ber as units without individu ality. They obeyed her because they feared her they would defy her if they dared. And, then, there were her fellow teachers—Miss Griffiths, who was growing so old and odd Minn Henderson, whom ber class made a habit of tricking and deceiving, because she was short-sighted and tolerant, as the aging so often grow. Wonld she, Mary Ranley, ever find herself In the case of these —ever see herself lonely? Oh, .no! Rather a bnndred times a marriage into which friendship and respect, at least, would enter.

Her letter waa written, hurriedly, at last, and when it was finished it was an acceptance. But she told John Hayward the truth. She had loved Tom Dan vers honestly for years, but now that they had parted she did not think any memory of him would ever rise up between her and the husband she was prepared to aecept and honor. She wrote this all quite calmly, bnt when it was finished she felt somehow as though she were twenty years older than had been, and as if life had suddenly become quite humdrum and commonplace. Yet she had no thought of changing her mind. She rang the bell composedly for Bessie, tbe little maid-of-all-work, and gave her the letter with a hand that never faltered. "This is your evening out, I think, Bessie. You may post this for me on

Sethinkmg

our way througn the village," sbe said, herself even ef the Uttle servant's affairs in that crisis of her life. "Yes, miss, surely," Bessie answered, blushing, for she toe had a lover, and these evenings out meant tbe joy of the whole week.

Somehow Miss Ranley felt that she wanted the letter out OT her reach, and vacillation out of her power.

CHAPTER II.

"I have come to make things right. I can't do without you, Mary: you are my sheet-anchor I have felt adrift since I lost you."

So Tom Dan vers spoke, hurrying after her as she came heme from afternoon school.

There was a drizzling rain fallinsr, and the landscape was blurred, and the heavy clouds bung low, and the woman knew that the lace she turned to her lover was pinched and white. "I thought you had gone, Tom, it is so long since I heard of you." "It is a week, and perhaps you did not ask about me. I never thought of going in any mad hurry like that. There is nothing decided even yet." "Is there not I thought—I had an idea there was," Bhe answered, falter-

Oh no.

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TERR® HAUTE SATuiuDAY EVENijMlJ MAIL.

went to con

me the appointment, an suit you about it when you took me up so shortly. There was atone of reproach in his voice, for he felt still that he had been badly used. "I did not mean to hurt you," she protested, meekly. "Well, perhaps some fellows don't mind being thrown over after seven years' waiting, and just as there is a prospect of something definite at last." "Tne prospect seemed very vague to me," smiling faintly. "Oh, because you would not listea. Stephens offers me either three hundred as a salary, or a share in the proceeds, whichever I like, and be savs the climate is good and living not high, and I have almost persuadeamyself, Mary, that we might go out together—married. But still, if you prefer me to grub on here I shall do it, so as you continue to love me."

She had stopped, and they faced each other, and he saw now how pale she Wft8 "I would go with you to Rangoon if I could it all seems so easy now, when it is too late," she answered with a break in her voice. "And why is it too late?" "Because I have promised to marry another man." "You have? Well, certainly, you have lost no time." "I have not."

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She could have laughed with the dreariest, most dismal mirth. She was so contemptible in her own eyes all sbe had done looked so strange and uncalled for. Why, that very morning her senses had returned, and she knew that a brave, strong-hearted, successful woman—for she was successful in her own way—has no right to throw herself on any man's charity, just because he loves her, and because her life—story has been mlstold. If she had only waited te post her letter next day herself it would never have reached its destination. Now John Hayward had her promise.

There was no escaping from the position in which she bad placed herself there waa no possibility of showing herself even excusable she certainly had hastened with all speed from tne old love to the new. "I thought you so different from that," Tom said with bewildered incredulity "I thought you would have been faithful to me, even if we bad parted—for a while at least." "But I was weaker and meaner, yon see. I wanted some one to keep me in idleness and buy me fine dresses and treat me well, and when you could not do it, I closed with the offer of tbe first mau who could." She seemed to take a certain bitter pleasure in her self-accus-ation now. "Ob, Mary, I can't believe it, it's not possible! You who were always so high and far removed from the temptations that beset ordinary woman he burst forth groaning. "You overrated me I overrated myself. You see now I am not worth taking to Rangoon, not worth loving or thinking about." "But is it redly true? Are you not torturing me with a cruel jest?" "It is quite true I have promised to be another man's wife: and 1 wote him that no thought of you would ever stand between us»"ahe answered, arraigning herself. "Then you are a heartless woman, and I shall never forgive yon I" he burst forth, pronouncing judgment on the spot, and then be rushed post ber and ontofber sight, while she continued her solitary way with laggard steps Mid a heart that lay in her bosom heavy as lead.

What can she do now Sbe has sown the wind, and the harvest of the whirlwind has been very swift and bitter.

Sbe has dallied with temptation, and her momentary unfaithfulness has cost her self-respect. But sbe will be true to herself at hat sbe will recall the promise that should never have been given. It will not matter as far as ber happiness isooneernvd. bat it will be the Srst step in the painful process of self-restoration.

When ber recantation was written there was a load off her mine bat she was not in any tevar of impatienes to post this tetter—it would keep till she waa on her eqr to school. After tbe hurried emocions of tbe last twenty-four boars ahe was physically tired, and so ahe sat coektag: herself backward end forward In hear wicker chair with a feint sensation of relief In the motion.

Twilight was fading, and tiatrid little •tan ware trembling lia the aky beyond

the uncurtained windows, when there came a soft tap at the door, and Mousie Graham's rosy, rogush face peeped in, "Ob, you are not busy—thank goodness for that! I was hair afraid I might find you deep in the Differential Calculus, and I do so want a good chat." "Come in dear. I am so glad to see yon it is an age anoe you were here before." Mary took the soft little face between her hands and kissed the delicious pink cheeks. "Grannie has been worse lately .weaker and more fretful, and so I felt I could not leave her without a special errand.' "But she is better to-day?" "Oh, yes, ever so much better, and then Aant Lizzie came to pay her a little viait and I left Grannie with her, and ran over to aee you." •'That was very good of you, dear." "Ohno,it was not I came on business." Mousie laughed and fussed a little, then she drew a letter from her pocket. "This came addressed to me yesterday, but it is evidenly meant for you. It is from that booby, John Hayward he is always in tne clouds, or among the cow-wheels of his looms, and so the result is a blunder." She unfolded the sheet as she spoke, and handed it to Mary, and this is what stood before the latter's estonished eyes:

DSAK

Miss

SANI-EY—In

cursion we had

the pleasant ex­

together

last summer I re­

member you mentioning a book on ferns that yon desired to have, but could not get as yon had forgotten the author's name. I have just come across a volume by Teakerstone, the opening chapter of which is on the Osmbnda regaus. If you think it is the work in question I shall be happy to forward it to you. Sincerely yours,

JOHN HOWARD.

Mary Ranley was sure some complex machinery in her head had got out of order, so loud and persistent was the whirring in her ears.

When she spoke, at last, her voice sounded faint and far away. '•Is your name Mary "Of course it is, or rather Mary Ann, but everyone calls me Mousie, except John Hayward. He thought Mousie no name for a girl, and so he always called me Mary—Miss Mary it did sound so funny." "Then Miss Mary, I have an offer of marriage for you, it came to me, and naturally enough, I took it to myself."

Mousie was so flurrid that she did not notice her friends perturbation. "I fancied," she said, holding the letter in her hand, but not looking at it, "that he must have been writting to me and had mixed the covers. This Is so very like your very clever people 1 But how lucky the letter oame to an engaged girl!" "Well, I don't see the luck of it, for I wrote yesterday and accepted him."-1 "Oh, Mary 1 And Tom I" "Tom and I bad quarreled, and John's letter came at my worst moment, so I accepted him."

eyes grew dim. Mary, I suppose you the letter,'r she said,

Poor Mousie's eyes grew dim. '•In that case, had better keep faltering a little. "It was really sent to you, and, after all, I don't mind so very much." "You are a generous little darling, but there is no necessity for your sacrifice, even if Mr. Hayward would permit it. I wrote him my recantation this afternoon. There is the letter you can send it to him with your own. He will be sure of its genuineness that way."

Then the two girls kissed and cried over each other, and after the exchange of divers confidences, Mousie went away carrying John's letter, still uuread, in her hand.

After she had gone, Mary took out her needle work, with an undefined feeling that chaos bad come again, and in the midst of it it was well to hold on to some commonplace, every-day enjoyment.

By and by Bessie oame in with the teatray, and. as she flitted about tbe table, Mary spoke with the feeling of desperation which makes us always want to lay a finger on our wound. "Yon posted my letter last night,

Bessie paused, the picture of consternation. "Oh, Miss, I'm afraid I forgot all about it." "You forgot to take it out, I suppose?" teaking in a voice so high and eager that it scarcely sounded like her own. "Oh, no, miss I took it and put it in my water-proof pocket, but Peter met me before 1 reached the office, and then I forgot but I'll run out with it now in a minute." "Bring it to me instead, please I don't want It posted now."

Bessie never knew till this hour why Miss Ranley gave her five shillings Instead of the scolding she expected, neither does John Hayward understand why letter number one never reached him.

Tom Danvers went to Rangoon, as he had said, in much disgust and despair. Mary's unfaithfulness had turned the sunlight into darkness for him, but through his pain a certain resolution to be and do something grew daily. He would forget her, he would never speak of her, ana if men uttered her name he would turn aside, but he would do so well with his own life that one day she would know him tbe superior of the man sbe had married. So, in much wrath and scorn, he sailed away to succeed or fall as might be.

As for Mary, her life was all at the dead level of monotony now. There were always the morning's work always the evening's enforced idleness, and periodically the long empty holidays, in which ber loneliness grew only more assertive. like many another sbe was learning that— It is net in the shipwreck and tbe strife

We feel benumbed and wish to be no more, But in the after silence on the shore, When all is lost except a little life.

She was growing old, ahe would soon be thirty, and already there were white threads in tbe glossy smoothness of her hair, and sbe knew sbe was growing odder and more unsocial than Miss Griffith's or Miss Henderson had ever been. Bnt she was a good teacher, she waa a success in the nigh-school, and ahe clung to that poor triutnph as her last source of happiness. It waa she, the strong one, who would do a small work In a email groove all her life, and Tom, who would grow to success and power. But she deserved for her wrong estimate of both of them, And evi one knew be was doing well and tl had forgotten her. why, it waa only the other day that Mr. Wheelhouse had stopped ber to tell her that he had just been asking Tom by letter why be waa neglecting Mary Ranley. "It waa very good of you," ahe had aaid, going home with another shaft rankling in ber sore heart.

It was dusk as sbe went wearily down tbe street. The early October night waa closing in, and the broad bands of light from open doors fell across her path. Tbe street was very still and y, and she felt thankfal for that or tbe coming peace of ber solitary parlor. But she Mood for an instant on the doorstep to watch the atrembling stars before *be rang the bell.

Bessie answered it with a beaming Usee. She waa very fond ofMlss Ranley who had always bean kind to bar. "There Is a visitor for you in tbe parlor, ndH."

"Oh, very well." Mary expected one of the pupil teachers who wanted a certificate so she went up stairs and put her outdoor things away, and brushed her hair, and then came down to be the school-mistress at home. But it was not Jane Blackeney who rose at her entrance but a tall, brown-beaded man who looked into her face and then held out his hands to her without a word. "Tom I" she said, with a little fluttering aigh "Tom I'' "Yes, it is I came back as soon as ever I knew you were free." "I have not deserved it." "Perhaps not but then you see, I could not do without you. I need some one to scold and keep me right." "Oh, no, Tom, never again old things and old habits are all enaed." "And you threw the other fellow over?" "No, not that exactly it was all a mistake—all my pride and his stupidity but I have been well punished for everything. I never thought you would come back." "I did not mean to come back, till I found there was no getting on without you."

And then Mary burst into tears, and stood sobbing againat his shoulder. "Oh, Tom, I have missed you so!" she said. "Well, I am here now to take care of you wont that be reversing the old order of thlnga?" smiling at her fondly.

And so it came about that Marv Ranley, despite her dangerous hesitation between two stools, found a comfortable seat on one of them, after all.

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