Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 19, Number 28, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 5 January 1889 — Page 7

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HANET.

Continued from Second Page. ir a week or more tills sunshine of dence and joy shone through an raided heart. She loved her man-gJier man, remember—gathered Late ittmer ring—with a sort of double affection lefoTe of a betrothed and of a mother. because he returned it, or rather beise she believed that he did, she felt lot she owed him a life of gratitude, [(oration, obedience, every sweet senlent and every good work. She amazingly influenced by him le might almost say, revolutionized. A itotaler, believing that the wine recjnended by Paul to Timothy,was not .toxicating, and that all drinkers of ale I ldr'cider deserved the names of tipplers hy guzzlers, she found nothing hateful in the smell of lager. A hater of 'bacco, she filled Ernst's pipe. An adlirer of Johnsonian diction, she talked to im like a little child. There is no knowig whither this youth might not have ^ned this mature woman. She was inflated. From one point of view, it *s laughable from another, it was beaufc'ul ana pathetic.

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It is not in the nature of things that a I aman of 3b, who is engaged to a handime mail of 25, should remain always

Jmly sure of her conquest. An event as approaching which was destined to ist upon this happy heart a shadow of Imeasincss. As Janet sat, one holiday afternoon, beside her Ernst, watching the growth of meaning and beauty under his encil, she said to him abruptly, "My [ittle cousin will be hero soon." 'So?" replied the painter without stopping his work. "I must get her a bresnt shall it pea toll?" 'A doll I She wouldn't thank you. Sho [s 19 years old-" "§k!" exclaimed Ernst, looking up in Fuyhrise. "Then she cannot pe fery ^tftle." 'I have got her a situation in my Lchool. Sho has finished her education jind must begin to earn her living." "That is goot," smiled the artist. "We |vill make ono family." "My darling, I wanted to tell you"— hesitated Janet. "We must say nothing lout our engagement for the present, ^hat is. I would rather you would not, if makes no difference to you." "Why?" asked the painter, stopping his ork and staring at her in surprise. "Because," stammered and blusfied this Jangaged old maid—"because I am [ashamed. Not of youl Oh no, dearest. Lliut she will think it so queer. And then fit may, never come to anything—we aro so poor. At least it may be a long time it. Well, until our way is a little moro nr before us, I would rather tho en!,,igement should bo kept a secret. You 'are not annoyed, aro you, Ernst?" "No," replied Ernst, calmly, not undorI standing too well, and not caring quito enough. "Well," continued the shy and fastidious Janet, "then it shall be so. We will bo just good friends in the eyes of Nellie until—until it shall seem best to let her know."

On tho morrow arrived Nellie Fisher, a plump, lively, laughing little blonde, with 'eyes of a deop turquois blue, hair of the jlitest and flossiest

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Janet turned pale. Does the reader divine what sho fore•aw?

Well, It happened. Ernst's heart WM empty. Janet did not inhabit It had nol even entered Into it. The unnamed girl whom he had loved in Prussia had by heroic efforts been so far expelled from It that he did ,ot desire over again to see her. But jiier former residence there had so molded the abode that any one who resembled her could Belze upon it. oocupy It, and fill fit. What now happened to the young ippa earn no more than the transR/crring of an old love to a new obiect. A [week after he first met Nellie Fisner the thought of hor could fill him with deliITJIOUS revories, while the thought of his I?, roth plight to Janet Holcum was suffllont to inako him medltato onco more ipou suicide.

And the girl? He and she met every ^dav, and two or throe times a day. In splto of his conscientious efforts to control himself, thero was In his manner toward lior a tenderness, which, re-enforced by his beauty, his graceful address, and the glamour of his artistic ability, could i*iot but move tho heart of a child of 19, vho had never hoped for so fine an adairer. In a littlo wliilo Nellie began, to latter at sight of him, and to pot him in ^tjpite of her fiutterings. "isn't ho charming?" she said to her Cousin. 'Do you think so?" replied Janet, half ^gratified and half anxious. "I really like his accent now. I thought ridiculous at first." "So did I." "What does sho mean?*1 queried Nellie, larveling at this dryness and brevity.

Oh, I suppose I know. He is poor, and I am poor, and wo mustn't—flirt. Well —I supposo we—mustn't."

Sho went to the glass, looked at her lily skin, wished her nose were longer, arranged hor flaxen hair, and wondered %hot hcr he liked her. "Do you know how you could flatter me?" sho 'said before long to Ernst. "Howf' he asked coolly, for she tempteSL him in a distressing manner, and no felt that ho must allow himself no expansion. "Oh! von don't wan't to do it," she replied, with a littlo sunny pout which she and which was irresistible. "I am euro I wish to Mease you." he •aid, unable to bear her pout. "How can 1 flatter you?" "You could pat me Into one of your pictures." "I should be charmed to do it," admit ted the over tempted artist.

The next day the two women beheld Nellie's bewitching face, drawn and colored with all the fervor of an art which loves, smiling from Ernst's canvas. Tho younger blushed and bridled with ioy to a*o herself there and so beautiful the 'elder wore a fixed, mechanical smile, and said repeatedly, "What an excellent likeBees!"

He V" 1 never put Janet's face into his creati t. She did not tflaaao him for

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what broad and nose somewhat short, beautiful in tho German peasant style, but undeniably beautiful. Ernst, who was present at the meeting of tho two •cousins, glanced at the visitor so frequently and with an expression so full of mysterious meaning, that Janet's Interest •was aroused. At the first chance for an aside she said to him, "Well, what do you think of herf' "She looks like the one in Chermany," lie replied, lost in meditation, his eves fcqth trader tad somber, liia soul in. other and lands.

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the glass and sighed, "1 am so Bat to see Nellie on that easel.

ted by his hand and painted so well, it was driving a dagger into her beating heart.

That very day Ernst, in a fit of noble remorse ana self sacrifice, said to Janet in private, "I wish you would let me inform .Nellie of our troth plight. I think it would bepetter."

She grew so faint* under the terrible revelation which he had .unintentionally made, that for a moment she could not answer him aad even when she' spoke, it was only to ask for delay. "Stopl" she said, pressing her beads upon her eyes. "Let mo think. must consider this."

He offered to slide his arm around her' waist in his usual caressing style but she gently stopped him,' looked earnestly In his face, smiled with an unspeakable

piteousness, and gently glided away her^

whole manner saying, "Ah, my darling!

But during the day, while superintending her classes with her usual conscientious thoroughness, Miss Holcum also came to a decision. On reaching home in the afternoon she sent Nellie out on some distant errand, and then walked slowly up to Ernst's room. "My tear Chanet! I am so glad to see you!" he said, coming towards her with extended hands and his sweetest smile. "My poor child, you look tired," he added, glancing pityingly at her unusually pale face. "There, sit down, und take some rebose. Do you see my bicture? I have made some cnanges." liaising her patient eyes to the canvas, Janet perceived that the portrait of Nellie had been so altered as to be no longer recognizable. Throbbing with admiration for this man, who could divine her heart so perfectly, and who could do what must have been hateful to him at the mere bidding of his sensitive conscience, she rose up with suddenly flushed cheeks, seized both his hands, printed one hot kiss on his smooth, white forehead, and then drew back, holdiug him at arms' length, in order to worship him. "Emst, I know what you have done," she said, firmly. "I thank you for your noble Intentions. But sacrifice for sacrifice! It is my turn now. Ernst, my own darling, we must separate. I was born for you, but you were not born for me. We must end this engagement. I must end it, or despise myself. I do end it. I break it. You are free. Therel"

Sho tore herself away from him and attempted to rush out of the room. "Chanet! Chanet!" he called, springing after her and seizing her in his arms. "It must not pe so. You are the noplest woman on earth. I worship you. I cannot lose you." "Oh, don't!" implored Janet, looking up at him in despair, for he was taxing her almost beyond her strength. After a moment, rallying all the power of her soul, sho added: "See here, Ernst! let us speak the truth. Do you love me better than you love any one else?"

How could he have the seeming cruelty to answer her "No?" He did what most gentle hearted men would have done—he told her a pitying, self sacrificing falsehood. He said, "I do."

See was too clear sighted to be deceived, and 4oo high souled to accept an unwilling heart. "Look at this Bible, Ernst," she continued, drawing from her pocket a little Testament that never quitted her. "Put your hand upon it and here, seizing his fingers, she clasped them around the book. "Now tell me whether you love me better than any other." "You trife me into agarner," replied the artist pitcously. "Well, I swear. I swear that I resbect unt atmire you more than other human peing. la it not enough?" "Do you love Nellie?" "She is so like"— he stammered. "Well, she will soon bo in love with you," said Janet, with a last supreme effort. "Take her. Make her happy."

She had been leaning away from him. She now turned, with the revulsion of a billow, threw her arms around his neck, covered his face with kisses and tears, and then onco more leaned back from him to look at him. "That is the end of all between us,"she said, in a hoarse, deep voice, totally unlike her usual utterance. "Henceforward I shall do my duty, and you must help mo do It. One thing—never tell Nellie this: It would darken her happiness. And now —good-by."

She dragged herself away from him, ran down stairs, and locked nerself in her room. "Moin Gott!" murmured Ernst, loft to himself. "I shall lose a heart worth den tousand of mine. But it is petter. She is wiser. I could not lofo her. I should end by making her unhappy as now—und more so. She is wise for us poth."

Tho next day. to the astonishment and annoyance of Nellie Fisher, but by the positive dictation of Janet Holcum, the two women removed from their lodgings to a cheap boarding house. There was, however, one good thing about the change: the boarding house had a parlor where MV Hartmann could be received with a sense of spotless propriety and, what was delightful, he always had to bo received by Miss Fisher, the elder cousin excusing herself on pretense of business, illness, etc. One can easily see that all this had to end in a second troth plight, and that the parties to it could not be other than Ernst and Nellie. It was "r Uer youth must have yon have love. In these bargi respect and gratitude are not a fair exchange for the unreasoning. Instinctive, potent impulse of the heart.

you don't wish to do it, and why do you (jey]on informed him, as English do it?" teacher in one of the schools of the "Is it possible that she gomprehends American Board of ForeignM'1ssions. me?" thought Ernst, folding his arms and I shaking his head with the air of a man who is trying to stand firm against himself. He appreciated fully the self abnegation and neroism of Janet's character he knew that if he once confessed to her that he did not love her, she would instantly free him from his engagement and there was the image of Nellie pleading with him for his sake, if not for hers also, to make the confession. He shook his head and set his teeth until he had faced down the temptation, and had decided that, whether Janet permitted it or not, he would inform her cousin of the betrothal.

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Almost the first use that Nellie made of her betrothal was to run down to Ernst'p studio entirely, she declared, f* look at the now picture but mainly, no •". ibt, to look at the artist. She, too, like Janet brf-fe her, obp^rred a chr~~e in the perges of tlittle A. ia. She nad never known that her likeness had been obliterated, and she did discover it now, for It had been re red in. all its beauty. But in tho face of one of the pt'.J female figures, a fee which, tL^- not absolutely hani^mo, was sublime with an expression of Jo and tender res ation—In 4his face, which looked up t~ Lteaven aa If it had descended from thitber, Nellie, racomized tho coun-

fenance of Janet Holcum. vr "Why! you have got in Cousin Jensio, too," exclaimed the delighted girl. "Oh, you creature! you have made her finer than me." "I wanted to tignify the bainting, said Ernst, simply, "with the bortrait of the pest woman in the world. "felt she!" replied Nellie, pressing her farft gratefully against his shoulder. "I am go glad you do her justice. I owe everything to her. Oh! I wouldn't cause her a grief for the world."

The picture having been sold to Moineau for the large sum of $750, it was decided that Ernst's prospects of success were good enough justify marriage, and Janet ruled that Nellie must go home for that purpose to the residence of an old aunt in Connecticut.

The girl having departed, Janet felt able to have one interview with Harmann, not with the object of indulging in any

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"Oh! I wouldn't cause tier a grief for the world." "Oh, it is too far!" implored the young nan. "If you must go away, let it pe •till in this gountry. There is the Freedlaen's Bureau schools in the south." "People return from the south," she replied. "I must go whence I shall never return."

It was the only complaint, the only cry of despair that was uttered by this martyr, at least in human ears.

When Stanley heard of Miss Holcum's proposed departure he said to Ernst in surprise: "I thought she was to be your missionary. What! have you taken the mitten? Oh, you clever dog! You know the difference between an old maid and a new one." "Seo here," said the German, with solemnity. "I do not want you, one of my pest vriends, to desbise me und I want you to resbect Miss Holcum as she ought to be resbected. I will dell you everything, und you must dell no one."

Before he had half finished his story of the broken engagement Stanley rose from his seat, dropped liis cigar and walked up and down the room, rubbing his eyes witn his hands just like an affected boy. "By Jove!" he exclaimed, when the narrator had ceased. "If she wasn't in love with you, I'd be tempted to marry her myself. She's not a chicken, and she's not a beauty, but she's pure gold." "She's a berfect ladv und a grand gentleman in one," said Ernst.

The urgencies of the board sent Janet off to Ceylon before the marriage. Hartmann and Stanley accompanied her as far as the Narrows, and then from the deck of the tug watched her as she leaned over the taffrail, waving farewell to friends and native land.

Ab the lonely figure of this loving, self sacrificing, heroic, sublime martyr faded from their sight the American said: "God bless her!" And the German added, with his eyes full of tears: "Sancta Chanet, ora pao nobis!"

THE END.

The Clerk Met His Match.

A lank, limpy, raw boned countryman, one of those men who travel with an oilcloth gripsack, and who wear rakish linen dusters and carpet slippers, leaned over the desk of an uptown hotel—at least, so the story runs—and informed the clerk that he'd like "tew hev a room for 'few days." The clerk happened to be talking horse just then, and he paid about as much attention to the countryman as ho would to a tar baby. After waiting in open mouthed silence for a while, the stranger tapped the clerk on the arm to draw his attention. He got a supercilious nod for his pains, and the clerk continued to explain to his friends why he had put his salary on the animal that didn't win. Still, in silence and patience the poor vokel rested against the desk, finally he blurted out a query as to whether or not the "heouse was goin' to put him up." Not the least notice from the clerk, who was now explaining his reason for playing a horse for place when he ought to have bet on him to win. At last, seeing that the countryman was completely squelched, he jabbed the register in front of him, flung

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at him in a way that spattered ink the distingue's linen duster and glared at the chopfallen visitor while he scrawled his name on the register. "Do you know," tho yokel asked, when he had finished, "that you put me in mind of o' Clay?" "Oh, you're veiy kind," the clerk returned, graciously. "Of cource, you mean the great orator, Henry—Henry Clay?" "No," came the drawling response— "no, jest the common, ordinary clay—the kind they make slop jars out of. I'll take my key, please."—New York World.

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SHIPWRECKED

TALE OF SUFFERING ON THE SOUTH AMERICAN COAST.

Kept at Sea by the Sight of Cannibals.

Feasting on aiasseli and Sea Grass Belled—A Party of Ten Evidently Swallowed Up by tho Breakers.

An extraordinary story of shipwreck and suffering was brought to Liverpool by the captain and officers of the iron bark Glenmore, of Carrickfergus, which left Maryport, Cumberland, for Bnenos Ayres, with a cargo of iron rail on the 4th of December, 1SS7, and which was wrecked on a sunken reef off Cape Diego, on the South American coast, on the Sth of April. Mr. James Morgan, the second mate, has given the following account of the experiences of the crew:

It was blowing a gale and snowing at the rime. We got out the lifeboat, and the whole crew, sixteen all told, embarked in her, without being able to obtain any provisions or any clothing. At daybreak we pulled seaward, for the frowning precipices on every side, ^wering thousands of feet above the sea, seemed to render a landing hopeless. Several of the crew were prostrated, and lay helpless in the bottom of the boat. At one point, where the cliffs were somewhat lower, a party of ten or twelve Fuegeans, naked and all men over six feet high, appeared on the cliffs. They gesticulated and shouted, but all the seamen could distinguish were the words "knipe" (knife) and "biscuit." Not liking their appearance, and knowing that they had a reputation for cannibalism, the crew again put out to sea.

REFUGB AT LAST.

The following morning, the 9th, sighted Staten island, and succeeded in landing, about 5 o'clock, at Flinders bay. Here we obtained the first drink of water we had had since leaving the ship—about forty hours. The next morning we found a case of curry on the beach, and this, with 6ome berries, which we found on stunted bushes, made us a sorry breakfast. We then launched our boat and proceeded down the land, intending to make St. John's, where there is a lighthouse maintained by the Argentine Republic. By 4 p". m. we were all utterly done up, and we landed at Port' Cook, where we "feasted" on mussels and limpets, which was all we got that night.

The next day we proceeded, and landed at St John's utterly exhausted. We were most hospitably received. Most of us were suffering severely from frostbite, and all of us from utter prostration, but we were carefully tended, and in about a fortnight had all recovered. On our arrival we were informed that we had come at a good time, as tho relief steamer from Buenos Ayres, which is supposed to visit the lighthouse every three months, was due in a few days. She, however, failed to arrive, and we afterward ascertained that she had been wrecked on the voyage out from Buenos Ayres. Provisions soon began to fail, though we had fair shelter and fire, for which abundant fuel was found on the beach.

We at first had biscuit and tinned beef, but gradually came down to seaweed, boiled or raw at choice, a few fish, caught with hook and line in the bay, now and again a seal, an unlimited supply of mussels, penguins and "steam birds," in the capture of which two dogs on the island were very expert. They had, however, to be soaked in vinegar, of which there was, fortunately, a good supply, for twenty-four hours before they could be eaten, so strong was their fishy flavor.

THE MISSING BIXTBOTT.

When we had been on tho island for two months, and things were about at their worst—for there is nine •months' winter and three months' bad weather—a passing ship was sighted, and ten of our party put off to intercept her. She 'signaled their arrival, and vre supposed that they put back with provisions to fetch us off but we never saw any more of them, and could enly eenelude that the boat on her return was swamped and all h*r crew drowned. Shortly after this our troubles were iaersased by the arrival of seven of the crew of the British bark Cordova, which was lost does to the same point as oar own ship. UMasately, en the 13th of September, the relief steamer.arrived, and on the 15th we bade farewell te euriavoluntary quarters.

Morgan added: During our stay on the island a story was told to us by the lighthouse people, which 1 simply repeal About eighteen months before our arrival there tke crews of two vessels landed on Staten Islaad, about twenty-five miles from the lighthouse, and were apparently ignoraat of its existence—indeed it has only been established about five years. After an interval of some weeks sixteen of the thirty-two arrived at the lighthouse with a report that the others had died. They were taken off by the relief steamer. The sequel is that shortly before our arrival the lighthouse people, exploring the region of the reported landing of these men, found a little above high water level three or four beef barrels, which on examination were found to contain human remains salted down. I hesitate to say what the inference must be.—Boston Herald.

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This is an era of sachet powdere. The society woman is literally stuffed with it. Every dress sent homo by tho fashionable modiste has a plentiful quantity scattered between the lining and the padding. Small wool cushions filled with favorite sachet are covered with silk and fastened into each armhole. Even the bustle is covered with a scented, quilted cover. A fad just now very popular is a bunch of scent bags tied together with a narrow colored ribbon and pinned to the left shoulder. Scented purses and card cases are among the new perfumed articles of this season, as well as the odorous morning sacques and slippers, and the fine toilet soaps are fragrant with milady's favor-' ite perfume.—Detroit Tribune.

h: What We May live to Sec. If history repeats itself accurately, and all tho directory and empire fashions are to be adopted, one after another, then will women have wigs of many colors to wear at various times of day they will demand not only breast knots and wreaths of flowers* but flower garlands for the hems of tkeir skirts and then the wigs will be given Up and disheveled hair will be fashionable, and every garment, from the outermost to the innermost, will be embroidered, and the costliest cashmere shawls will be desired and obtained, if possible, and it will be neccssary to have many of them, adapted by their color to various occasions.—Boston Transcript.

*5 A Pretty Arrangement. ¥fae latest fad for banquets and lunches is the "triangular table." Three long tables are arranged in the form of a triangle, and in the center is a round table, bearing the floral centerpiece, the open space being filled in with foliage plant*. The host or hostess la seated in the center of the base of the triangle, and to his or her right and left are the favored guests. The others are seated upon the other side of the triangle, and the beauty of the arrangement is that all of them face the host or hostess. The idea was introduced at a ladles' lunch given in Chicago.

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TWO PROFESSIONAL BEGGARS.

They Do an Act That Appeals to the Heart and Wins Money. "Come in, old fellow you need something to warm you up. You aro weak, and the night air is bad for a man in your condition."

The speaker was a young man who looked like a mechanic, and he was addressing a stout man who appeared to be about 50 years old. They stood in front of a well known down town bar room, the elder leaning against a lamp post. His chin drooped upon his lceast and he soomed utterly down hearted. He looked like a laborer. When a party of gentlemen entered the store the pair followed them, the young man the white assuring h:3 companion that he would do everything in his power to aid him. "I guess some ale will do you more good than anything else," he said. The other did not reply, but drew his hand across-his forehead and heaved a sigh. After drinking the ale he grasped the young man's hand and said: "My dear man, how can I ever repay your kindness? I'm out of work and I haven't got a cent This is the first thing I have put in my L'tomach today. I haven't got a home or any friends in tho city. God bless you. young man God bless youF' "Oh, that's all right," answered the younger of the two, "I'd do the same for any one. You had better have some more ale. Pll get you a supper, two. I only Wish I could buy you a new suit of clothes. I'll take you home with me to-night, and maybe I can get you a job to-morrow."

They had been talking in a loud tone and apparently paying no attention to their surroundings. Having paid for the drinks, the young fellow with the big heart turned from the bar and approached a prosperous'looking man who was reading a paper. He began to tell of the misfortunes of his companion and said he wanted to start a collection for his benefit right there. Ho had not talked long, when the bartender took a hand and ran him out of the place in double quick time. The old man did not wait for any assistance, but left hurriedly. "1 know that pair well," said the bartender. "They are professional beggars and are making plenty of money out of that snap. But they can't work it in this place." The two men didn't seem to be at all crestfallen on account of their failure, and went directly to another bar room to try it again.— New York Tribune.

Marvolous Memory for Business. B. P. Hutchinson, the noted board of trade man, keeps all his business right in his head, and when at tho end of a day's hard woak some clerk or broker makes a mistako of 5,000 bushels the old man detects it in a minute and jump3 on him in a way that he doesn't soon forgot. Ono day in the club some one tackled the old man on this very point and intimated a doubt as to whether the old speculator knew where he stood on tho day's trading. "Hutch" drew his settling books from his pocket and throwing them at the doubter, said: "Open those books and keep tab on what I say. If I make the mistako of a bushel either way I'll givo you my profits for the day," and he began reciting off the tradings of his brokers from what ho remembered of his own orders to them. Ho didn't make a singlo slip.

One day he was on tho floor when a new telegraph boy appeared with a message for Mm- Not knowing tho old man tho boy stood right by the side of "Hutch" calling "B. P. Hutchinson!" "Got a massage for 'Old HutchP" said the veteran dealer, grimly. "Yes, guees so!" said the boy. "Wall, the old fool isn't here. He cant read, anyway. Take it over there to Frank Magin. "—Chicago Mail.

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