Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 21, Number 6, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 2 August 1890 — Page 2

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Tbe evening soon opened promisingly far Margo, for Phil took sottp a seooud time—a

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jroceoding which Inflicted upon Mrs. Tram vovural moments of uncontrolled annoyanoo and caused profound silonce around tbe table Hut Lucia rapidly recovered, desperate cases required desperate remedies se she K&id "Phil, do you remember that dinner you once made us in the grove by the beach "Indeed I do," said PhU. "I never shall forget It" And he told tbe truth, for Lucia's look of horror when he brought from the fire a piece of board piled high with roasted clams bad been one of the few great mental dampers of bis Ufa.

You made us forks from dried twigs.** said lAtcia. '1 kept mine as a memento it is hanging over my mantel now, with a bow of blue ribbon around it*1

Marge frowned perceptibly, Mrs. Tram lay looked horrified hut Phil's face light sped so quickly that l-ucia's little heart gave a p*, hound "Why didut rou ever glv»» a clam bake on Sunday—the only day 1 vould be there f*asked Trn.ml.iy "I'd gtve more for such a awal out of doors than for the best dinner that Dolmonieo could spread.* "Kdgarl** gasped Mrs. Tramlay. It did not reach him, though the look that accompanied it passwtl tn its full force from the foot of the table to the head. •'Why, Sundayr «aid Phil, with some hesitation. "Sunday Is—Skinday.** tn»6iv tlve host Is In tfafr country, at kswfc, I wish 'twas to here." "Edgar," raid Mrs. Tramlay, "doo\ Mr. Hayn think are heathen*. Yoo know we never fail to go t» service on Sunday."' "Yes," said Tramlay "we're as good Pharisees as any other family in New York." "And after that dinner In the wood*,* ccoUnutid Lucia, "we mast for pond lilies, don't you remember! I do believe should have been drowned in that awful pood if yon badat caught ma.*

By JOHN HABBERTON

man from the country, and, not less Impor taut, Trnmlay's manner toward tbe younger guest lli-1.-oil Id alxo note tbe effect of thii young man mid hi* ways upon Mrs. Tramlay. for did be not know bow to translate every expression of bcr face* It was his own fault If be did not, for he had been one of ber suitor* nwirly a quarter of a ceutury before, and the lady had never ceased to be mildly grateful for this compliment, and to reposeas much confidence in him as a loyal wife might without harm grant an acquaintance who never had leeri offensive.

That Mr*. Tramlay wanted Lucia to be come Mr* Marge was one of those confl denccs—not xpofeen. lut nono the less distinctly understood— and it hud taken all of Marge'* adroitness to maintain bis position with tho family, sinoe Lucia's "coming out," to avoid being brought to propone. Several years earlier be bad fully Intended to make Lucia his own when sbo should reach mar riaguablo age, and many and acceptable bad been tho attentions by which ho bad endeav ored to secure the first plu-o in the girl's re gard But somehow, as bis prospects gradu ally yet dlwtinctly brightened, the profits of tho iron trade as gradually and distinctly waned, Marge was not in the iron trade ttim self, but Lucia's father was, and bachelors at 45 generally expect something with a bride besides father's blessing. What the girl's father thought of birn Margo bad nevor taken time to wonder, for if bo was satisfactory to b's fa»tidioussolf how could ho be otherwise to a plodding family rtianf His social position was good, bis name bad nevor been part of a scandal, he had no dobts be never borrowed money, and, although a club man, no one had ever seen him drunk or board of bis being fond of actrcssua. If all this did not make a man not morely Irreproachable, but highly desirable as a son-in-law, what did parents expect'

Tbe arrangement of seats at the table suited Lucia also. Hho knew ber mother's mat rimonial intentions regarding ber 8be was not In lovo with Marge, but girls in her set did not think it good form to be very fond of men whom they probably would have to /marry. "If, however, Marge meant business, •ho wished bo would be more attentive to it

Sbo fait that she was missing a great deal of pleasure for lack of proper eeoort Twice in tho course of tho last season Marge bad taken her aud bor mother to tbe opera, Luuia adored opera—that is, she liked to look about tbe house, and cee who was with wbo, aud bow the prima donna dressed, and to have /gentlemen uail at. ber box between acts—but two were merely «i(i* st cup she ioaged to drain, mnd only once bad nbe been able to persuade ber father to mitigate the privation. 1/ apparent interest Hn Phil at table coulil have any effect upon Marge's languid purjioso, tho provoking fellow should not lack stimulus To have to dovote herself for a whole hour to one young man, in the long hair and country garb wbtcb regained their awkwardness tit ber mind's eye whon her father announced that Phil was coming to dinner, seemed a bard task, but when the young man made his appearance Lucia was so agreeably surprised that what bud seemed a task at once became by anticipation a posi tire pleasure.

Again Marge's brows gathered partwpUMy. **He merely drew ber arid® from a muddy pla«S* whimpered Mrs. Tramlay. "Well, this is Interesting,"said Ttamiay.at tho other end of the table. "Hayn, are tl**e

many pbkcmtmt your way where #01* fW» are Ukeiy to be drosrosd If they are aBewed to roam about without a keeper?* •Hjuite a number,* «aid PhO» a» seriott*^ as If bis Ikw* a li#t of the ffaystoa ponds and tlw.4r retaiive depth* "For tar stance, BoddytKink* pood Is abo«t**— *Oh,tisat was the where we

Author of "Helen's Babies," Etc.

Copyrighted by the J. B. Uppincott Company, Publishers, Philadelphia, and Published, by Permission, through tho American Press Association.,

CHAPTER VII AT ITER KtDEL.

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«f tbe guests at the dinner table that fvouiug suited all concerned. Pbllaat at tbe right of the host, with Lucia di reetly opposite where ber face was before him all tbe wbila Marge sat at tbe right of the hostess, where be could closely ob serve the young

oanttit^-tbat pood the fanny eaaMt IpeiBttef in waewf tfc* tttus&raiea} f*%~

M$l I wrhsh wa» la that veryosm^e. oo that wry p*td. this v*ry minute*,'* "Lunaf* oxdaimed Mrs, Trualay. -1 icbow twa®

before company,n said Lucia, wTFb a pretty affectation of penitence, "but everybody knows 1 cant be there, and that 'twould be too cold for comfort so it doesnt do any harm to wish it And 1 should like that canoe trip over again shouldn't you, PhilP' "I certainly should," said PbiL "That pond is very pretty In summer, when everything around it is green. There area great many shades of green there, on account of there being a great variety of trees and bushes. But you wouldn't know the place at this season and 1 think it's a great deal prettier. Tbe grou nd—the water, too—is covered with leaves of bright colors: there area lot of blazing red swamp maples around it, in •pots, and three or four cedar trees with poison ivy vines" "Ugh I" ejaculated Mrs. Tramlay. "Poison ivy leaves, you know, are tbe clearest crimson in the fall," Phil continued,

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they're so large and grow so close together that they make a bit of woods look Like a splendid sunset." "Oh, papal" exclaimed Lucia, clapping her bands, "let's go out to Haynton to-morrow. Just for uvo or three days." "Lucia," said her mother severely, "you forget all your engagements for the next few days." "Her father's own child," said Tramlay. "She forgets everything but the subject bofore her. She would mako a good business man—if she weren't a KirL" "I saw some couples out canoeing at Mouut Desert, last season," drawled Marge. "It seemed to mo dreadfully dangerous, a* well as very uncomfortable for the lady." "Oh,our canoe wasn't one of those wretched little things was it, Phil? Twas a great long pond boat, made of beech bark" "Birch," suggested PbiL "Birch bark, and so heavy that 1 couldn't upset it, though I tried my hardest." "LuciaI" The voice was Mrs. Tramlay"s, of course. •'Why, mamma, tho water wasn't knee deep I measured it with tho paddle."

Mrs. Tramlay sauk back In her chair, and whispered that if the family ever went to tho country again she would not dare leave that child out of her sight for a single instant, but sho had hoped that a girl 80 years of ago would have enough sense not to Imperil her own life. As for that farmer fellow, Bhe had supposed he was sensible enough to-— "You wouldn't have tried that trick if 1 had been in the canoe* Miss Tramlay," said Phil.

Why not!" asked Lucia. Sho knew bow to look defiant without ceasing to be pretty. "Well, 1 would have been responsible for you, you know—your instructor in navigation, so to speak, and it's one of tho first principles of that art not to take any risks unless something's to be gained by it." "Good I" exclaimod Tramlay. -"Not bad," assented Margo. "But I'd have got something tf I'd succeeded iu upsetting tho boat," said Lucia "I'd have got a ducking."

Then everybody laughed,—everybody but Mrs. Tramlay, who Intimated to Margo that Lucia was simply being ruined by her father's Indulgence.

The dinner ended, the host and Marge retired to tho library to smoke. Phil was Invited to accompany them, but Lucia exclaimed: "Phil has been too well brought up to have such bad habits. He is going to keep mo from feeling stupid, as ladies always do while gentlemen smoke after dinner."

Sho took Phil's arm and led him to tho drawing roomt where tho young man soou showed signs of being moro Interested in tho pictures on tho wall than in the girl by Ids sida "These oro very different from tho pictures you used to seo in our littlo parlor in Haynton," said PJjiL "Different from any in our town, In fact" "Are theyf" said Lucia. "But you might be loyai to homo, and insist that yours wcro unlike any in Now York because they were, you know." "I didn't suppose they wWe*nything unusual," said Phil, qulto innocently. "Oh, they were, though," insisted Lucia, with mtich earnestness. I'm sure you couldn't And one of them in any parlor in New York. Let me see I do believe I could name them, all if I were to close my eyes a moment There was 'Gen. Taylor at the Battle of Buena Vista,' 'The Destruction of Jerusalem,' the 'Declaration of Independence,' 'Napoleon's Tomb at St Helena," Rock of Ages,' 'George Washington,' Poale's 'Court of Death,' 'Abraham Lincoln and His Family' and •Rum's Deadly Upas Tree.' There!" "Your memory Is remarkable," said PhlL •'I didnt suppose any one had even noticed our pictures at all for Pm sure they are old fashioned." "Old fashioned things—why, they're all the fashion now, dont you bnowT said Lucia, with a pretty laugh.

Phil did not reply, for be was quite overpowered by what seemed to htm the elegance of tho Tramlay picture*. He couW easily seo that the engravings ware superior in quality to those to which he was accustomed he was most profoundly impressed by the paintings 2-real oU signed by artists some of whose names he had

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New York paper* Ho studied them closely, one after another, with the earnestness of the person whose tastes are advance of h$ opportunities: in bis Interest be was almost forgetful of Lucia's presence But the young woman did not intaod to be forgotten, so she found something to say about each picture over which Phil lingered.

Among the paintings was one which bad ben seen, In the original or replicas, in almaetaU the picture auctions which were frequently held In the Sew York

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"I thought you said a moment ago that old fashioned things were all the fashion." Lucia fhmgged her shoulders and said: "Kissing may come in again." Then she raised one of her own little hands slightly and looked at it Phil's oyes followed hers, ami then the young tv*" became conscious of a wish that the old form of salutation might be revived, on special occasions at loarf. The thought succeeded that suoh a wish was not entirely proper, and while he reasoned about it Lucia caught his ere and compelled him to blush—an act wfch the young woman perhaps thought pretty, for she immediately imitated it, the imitation being much more graceful and effective than the original Tbe situation was awkward, and Phil instantly lost bis self possession but not so Lucia. "Here," she said, turning so as face the wall opposite that on which the mischief making picture hung, "is papa's favorite picture. He thinks verything of it but 1 say it's simply dreadful."

It certainly was. Tbe center of the canvas, which was enormous, was filled with several columns and a portion of the entablature of a ruined Greek temple. "It is as large as all the other pictures combined, you see all tbe lines in it are straight, and there isnt anywhere in it a dress, or a bit of furniture, or even bric-a-brac.

Phil imagined his host must have seen other qualities than those named by Lucia, and he seated himself on a sofa to study the picture in detail. Lucia also sat down, and continued: "There is color in it, to be sure, bits of the columns where the light is most subdued are as lovely as—as a real Turkish rug."

Much though Phil had endeavored to keep himself in communication and sympathy with the stronger sentiments of the world outside of Haynton, he bail never realized even the outer edge of tbe mysteries and ecstasies of adoration of old rugs. So Lucia's comparison started him into laughter.- The girl seemed surprised and'offended, and Phil immediately tumbled into the extreme depths of contrition. "I beg your pardon," he murmured, quickly. "It was all because of my ignorance. We haven't any Turkish rugs at Haynton, nor any other rugs, except those we lay on floors and use very much as If they were carpets. I ought to bave known better, though for I remember that in eastern stories, where the rare possessions of oriental kings and chiefs are spoken of, rugs are always classed with jewels and silks and other beautiful things. Please forgive me."

Half In earnest, half pretending, Lucia continued to appear offended. Phil repeated his confession, and enlarged his explanation. In his earnestness he leaned toward her: Lucia dropped her head a littla Marge, who bad finished his cigar, entered the parlor at that Instant aud raiseid his eyebrows—a motion more significant in a man of biB temperament than a tragic start would bave been to ordinary flesh and blood. Lucia started and showed signs of embarrassment when she could no longer Ignoro his presence Phil merely looked up, without seeming at all discomposed. "I think, my dear," said Tramlay to his wife, who had been turning the laclcs of a magazine, "that I'll take our friend around to tho club with me for half an hour, just to show bim how city men squander their time and keep away from their families. I firon't be long gone." "Ob, papal right after dinner* We've scarcely seen Phil yet, to ask him any questions." "Plenty of time for that," the merchant replied. "We'll see hftn often eh, Haynr "1 shall be delighted," said PhiL "Suppose you drop him at my club on your way borne#" suggested Marge. "I filial! be there." "Good! thanks very Idnd of you. He'll seo some men nearer bis own age all our members aro middle aged and stupid." "I think it's real mean of you both," said

Lucia, with a pretty pout Phil looked as if he thought so too. At Haynton it was the custom, when one went out to dinner—or supper, which was tho evening meal—to spend tho evening with the entertainer. But objection seemed out of place the merchant bad gone for his hat and coat, and Marge made his adieus and was donning his overcoat at tbo mirror in the hall "4 "Pm very sorry to go," said Phil to Lucia. FTia eyes wandered about the room, as if to take a distinct picture of it with him they finally rested on the picture of "The Adieu." "You shall take my forgiveness with you," said the girl, "if you will solemnly promise never, never to laugh at me again." "I never will," said Phil, solemnly then Lucia laughed and offered him ber hand. Perhaps it was because Phil bad just remoyed his eyes from "The Adieu" and was himself about to say good-by, that he raised the little hand to his lip. Fortunately for her own peace of mind,

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trict for the purpose of fleecing met* who have snore money than taste, sometimes the artM% name is German, oftcner French, snd o-ttaadooaliy Italian, the figures and background also differ from time to time as to the nationality, and the picture is variably named "The Parting," "Owd-By," "Auf Wfcdersetwo* ~Good Night* or "AdSee* but t^ canvas «il resembleoee another in Ji*p&yitxg» yt»mg tnan respectfully tdtasng the hand of y«aag woman. TbeTramiays' copy of this aectkmoer'i standby was called

Adku^tbe narnebetea^m^rwl inMack oo tbcro&ngino? theframa.. "Why," exhaled Ptefl. with the air of mat in. the art tanking a discovery* "tam «m 1 hare *«so a

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dont see why Oa* should dot ft,w«ald Luck, "it's Pwpl*wt rn nowadays

fERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MATT,

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act, for she had stepped into the library to speak to her husband Margfc, however, was nm»«vl at what be saw in the mirror, and, a seoond or two later, at Phil's entire composurs, Lucia's manner, however, puzzled him for she seemed somewhat disconcerted, and her complexion had suddenly beoome more brilliant than usual.

CHAPTER VTIL _i* aiKssxjr FOR ooHPAjrr. OR years Philip

Hayn had been wondering about the great city ocuy a hundred or two miles distant from his home—wondering, reading, and questioning—until he knew far more about it than thousands of men born and reared on Manhattan Island. He bad dreamed of tbe day when he would visit the dty, and lad formed plans

and Itineraries for cbrauxning soch time as be boped to hare, changing them again and again to conform to longer or shorter periods. Ha was prepared to be an intelligent tourist, to we only what was well worth being looked at. and t* stody modbthatooold not be seen In any other pfaw* which be was ever likely to visit

At test he was in New York W» «ouk) be iimiowonly by tbe expense of renaining at hotel or boarding home Yet he ftwmd himself utterly without impulse to folow any of his carefully perfected plans. He AroOed about a great deal, but in an utterly ifawtwa way. Ha patted public buildings which he knew by sight as among those he ud'iBiadri toitiiipe^liAlisfid not even mtertbeir doort the great libraries in which for years be bad boped to qnench the literary ^him that had been little more thsn tantagsed by the defective bobfcs ta Haynton were regarded wub impazteoce. Of ail be saw while rnstliifaqg: nothing really Ssad h&a&eatictt bnt the ooataitB of tfeop windows. Heconid not pmadothingstors without wondering if sotaccf the goods be aw within wooM not became him bettor »mi* what he spent boors in king at pMysof dress goods aadimafftaing bow one or other pattern or fabric

would look ou Lucia and "lie wasted many hours more in daydreams of purchasing— only for ber—the bits of jewelry and other ornaments with which some windows were filled.

Loneliness increased the weakening effect of his imaginings. He knew absolutely £no one in the city but the Tramlays and Marge, and he had too much sense to impose himself upon them besides, Marge was terribly uninteresting to him, except as material for a study of human nature—material tbat was peculiarly unattractive when such a specimen as Lucia was always in his minri's eye and indicting upon occupying his whole attention.

His loueliness soon became intolerable after a single day of it he hurried to the river, regardless of prohable criticism and teaming based on his new clothes, to chat with Sol Mantring and the crew of the sloop. The Interview was not entirely satisfactory, and Phil .cut his visit short, departing with a brow full of wrinkles and a heart full of wonder ind indignation at the persistency with which Sol and both his men talked of Lucia Tramjay and the regard in which they assumed Phil held her. How should they imagine sucb a thing} He well knew—and detested— the rural rage for prying into the affairs of, people, particularly young men and women who seemed at all fond of one another but what had he ever done or said to make these rough fellows think Lucia was to him anything but a boarder in his father's house) As be wondered, there came to bis mind a line which he bad often painfully followed in his copy book at school: "The face of youth is ah open book." It did not tend at all to restore composure to his own face.

Hour by hour he found himself worse company. He had never before made such a discovery. There had been hundreds and thousands of days in his life when from dawn to dark he had been alone on the farm, in the woods or in fishing boat, several miles off shore on the ocean, yet the companionship of his thoughts had been satisfactory. Ho bad sung and whistled by tho hour, recited to himself favorite bits of poetry aud prose, rehearsed old stories and jokes, and enjoyed himself so well that sometimes he was annoyed rather than pleased when an acquaintance would appear and Insist on diverting his attention to some trivial .personal or business affair. Why could he not cheer himself now—he wbo always had been the life aud cheer of whatever society he found bimsolf in?

He tried to change the current or his thoughts by looking at other peo. le but the result was dismal in the extreme. He lonng ed about Broadway, strolled in Central juirk,. walked down Fifth avenue, and from most that he saw he assumed that everybody who was having a pleasant time, driving fine borses, or living in a handsome bouso, Was rich. He had been carefully trained iu the belief that "a man's life consisteth not in the abundance of the things which lie possessoth,'" but his observations of New York were severely straining his faith. He was entirely orthodox in bis belief as to tbe prime source of riches, but be suddenly became conscious of an unhappy, persistent questioning as to why he also had not l«en born rich, or bad riches thrust upon bim. He understood now the mad strife for wealth which ho hud often heard alluded toas tbe prevailing sin of large cities he wished ho kuew how to strive for it himself—anywhere, In any way, if only he might always bo one of the thousands of people who seemed to wear new clothes all the time, and spend their evejnings in elegant society, or in the gorgeous seclusion of palaces like that occupied by Marge's club.

For instance, there was Marge. Phil had asked Tramlay what business Marge was in, And tho reply was, "No

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on his income.'" What, asked Phil of himself, was tho reason that such a man, who did not seem much interested in anything, should have plenty of money and nothiug to do, when a certain other person who could keenly enjoy, and, he believed, honestly improve, all of Marge's privileges, should have been doomed to spend his life in hard endeav or to wrest the plainostjfood from the jealous earth and threatening sea, and bave but a chance glimpse of the paradise that the rich were enjoying—a glimpse which probably would make his entire after life wretched Could be ever again be what be bad so long been I—a cbeorful, contented young farmer and fisherman? He actually shivered as be called up the picture of the long road, alternately dusty and muddy, that passed his father's house, its sides of brown fence and straggling bushes and weeds converging iu the distance, an uncouth human figure or a crawling horse and wagon its only sign of animation, and contrasted it with Fifth avonue, its boundaries handsome house* and its roadway thronged with costly equipages bearing well drenod men and beautiful women. Passing the bouse of a merchant prince, he saw in the window a fine brouze group on a stand how different from the little plaster vase of wax Bowers and fruits which had been visible through his mother's "best room" window as long as h« could remember I

Yes, money was tbe sole cause of the difference: money, or the lack of it, had cursed his father, as it now was cursing bbn. None of tbe elderly men he saw had faces more intelligent than his father, yet at that very mdhent the fine old man was probably clad in oft patched trousers ar.d cotton shirt, digging muck from a black slimy pit to enrich the soil of the wheat lot. And his mother: it made his blood boil to think of her in faded calico preparing supper in the plain old kitchen at home, while scores of richly clad women of ber age, but without her alert, fmWng face, wore leaning back in carriages ynd y"""{"g1y unconscious of the blessing of being exempt from homely toil.

And, coming back to himself, money, or lack of it, would soon banish him from all that now his eye was feasting upon. It would also banish him from Lucia. He bad read stories of poor young men whom wondrous chances of fortune had helped to the hands and hearts of beautiful maidens clad in fine raiment and wearing rare gems, but be never bad failed to remind himself that •ach tales were only romances now the memory of them seemed only to emphasize the sarcasm of destiny. Money had made between him and Lucia a golf as wide as tbe ocean, as the distance between the

He might bavo comparod It with eternity, bad not his eye been arrested by somebody {n a carriage in tbe long line that was passing up the avenna. It was Locia herself, riding with ber mother. Perhaps heaven had pity on the onbapgy boy, for soma obctroctioa brooght the lint to a bait, juwi Phil, stepping from tbe sidewalk, found thai ate gulf was not too wide to bo spanned, for minstantat least, by two hands.

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A Beautiful Story of the Happiness ^FMcli One Poor Soul Imparted to All Who Met Her in Her Dally Xtonnd of

Care and Turmoil.

She was only a little woman dressed in shabby, well worn gray, and her face, no longer young and lair, bad grievous marks upon it. that were care's sharp writing of a life history none too joyous and burdenless, but hersmile wasas bright aud sunshiny as a pleased child's. And as she walked down the long, commonplace street morning after morning on her way to work—for it is of one of earth's humble toilers that I am telling you—she went smiling her friendliness apos every creature she met.

The dog that every morning ted the blind man to his corner close- to the bookseller's stand, and sat patiently by him all day waiting to lead him home when eveaiag should come, he knew herr and greeted her with a wag of his stumpy tail as a sigu of good fellowship, though she could seldom spare a coin to the nigged hat his master held, and his honest brown eyes said us plainly as if he had had speech, with which to voice it, "You would if you could, I know."

The little lame tailor stitching away in bis door glanced away from his work again and again till he saw her coming, and tho butcher, burly and bare armed, invariably wiped his hands to return that friendly smile. Old Poll, the apple woman, who had never been known to give a pleasant word to any other creature and whose sharp tongue was the terror of the, neighborhood, actually had a civil nod for the littlo woman who persisted in smiling at her. The postman found his round a trifle less weary when he met the small, gray figure going its cheery way. The school children were her friends and returned hor silent greeting with interest from the same bright mint.

ONLT A S11ILE.

The druggist behind his gay glass bottles knew her, the invalid child that spent so many J^ong hours of pain and loneliness looking out of the window in the line big house across the way watched for her wistfully, and sighed and turned impatiently upon her pillow when she had gone by. Yes, they all knew her for a friend, though in the great rush of life and tho struggle for broad she had no time to stop for the exchange of even a word with them, but she gave them all sho had—a smile, that bloomed, however, in the rich soil of a heart full of love, ns a rose is but the outward token of tho kindly, beneficent earth from which it springs.

But when at last a morning came, and the little shabby figure did not appear, all these friends of hers were troubled, and had you said to them, "Why, you never spoke a fcord to her in your lives!" they would scarcely have believed you. The tailor found himself stitching up tho ends of the sleeves in the coat he was at work on, the butcher sent off loins for shoulders and brains for pigs' feet, and tho druggist caught himself up sharply twice and thrice us he hammered away with his pestle at entirely wrong ingredients in his mortar. Oil Poll grew crosser and sharper as the morning grew nearer and nearer to noon, and still her one friend came npt and,her uneasiness grevr.'' 4'

The sick child could not" be doaxed away from the window, but lay pressing her thin, white faco against the pane, peering anxiously down the crowded street. Tho children remembered with disappointment as they entered tbe school house that they bad returned no cheery smile that morning, and the blind man's dog, hoping the lost that she would come, kept making littlo starts forwurd us he caught glimps#a in the hurrying crowd of vanishing skirts that he mistook for the familiar gruy dress, only to come back dejectedly to tis master's side aud sit pondering over tho matter in, his faithful dog heart.

VET SHE IS MISSED.

But when the next day came and want and the next was gone and still she did not come tbe neighbors of a little tumbledown bouse sadly lacking paint, which had bidden itself shyly away between the two rows of crowded tenements, were surprised to see the number of callers that came to knock softly

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away again in a few moments with faces graver and sadder each time. They saw a big, burly man, with a very red face, and sleeve for once drawn down, supporting another little chap's halting steps, folr lojved by an old woman with a singularly grim, cfoss face, who turned very savage when she was caught going, up the broken steps by the others coming, down. The children came, subdued and q/iict for once*, to leave loving messages at the door, and twice a day a grand carriage, with sleek, restless bays, drew up lief ore the Uttle house, and a footman, gorgeous in green and gold, went in to deliver fruit and flowers and bring back news of her who smiled no more.

And somehow united by their anxiety for this humble sister, who had only been tender and loving, this odd assortment of people grew closer together and forgot to eye each other coldly and suspiciously, but realized that in spite of the hardness of the world they were brethren. Bat she stole out from life's shadow all unconscious of the good that she bad done, and many wbo passed gayly and pompously in their wealth and hauteur down the street she had brightened with a smile would have called her life wretched and inglorious, but the who tejoke to watch the path of those humble, patient souls the foolish old world never knows, or knows, alas, too late, welcomed that day a greater than them all.—Philadelphia Times.

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Miss May Rogers, of Dubuque, la., has compiled what she terms "Waverley Dictionary," to which all the characters in tbe Waverley novels are described, with pertinent extracts from the text. There are some MG0 of them, and of course a complete directory and key to Scott's novels is thus afforded.

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