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ELIZA PINKSTOS stepped down and out at noon to-day with the United States soldieis.

AN organ of the "new Whig party" that is to be, has been found in the Washington Nation. Somebody to listen to i'.s organic music is needed now.

AND still that journalistic combination consisting of George Francis Train* Brick Pomeroy and Wendell Philips has not bean formed. Such talent ouglit not to be permitted to run to seed.

ELI PERKINS is exploring the Black Hills and writing letters to the New York Sun. He wears a wig and expects to perpetrate the biggest joke of his life when he meets his first Indian.

WHEN he went to jail and held his peace, old ex-bors Tweed was called "William the Silent." But his garrulity has necessitated a change of title. They now call him "Wm. the Coniessor.

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THURSDAY, APRIL 26,1877.

was distasteful for soldiers to do blocks ot its pretentious neighbors. HaninrH in

police duty and fight women and unarmed men, and bolster up rascals.

RUSSIAN consuls leaving Turkey invariably turn over their affairs to the Prussian representatives, under whose guardianship all the Russian subjects will to after hostilities have begun. Something in this smacks of a cordial understanding between Bismarck and old Schovvaloff.

NEW YORK'S Legislature is digesting prison reform bill, one of the points in which, is the separation'of the sexes entirely into different buildings and with different treatment entirely.. Much time ought not to be needed to recommend the adoption of a system, so manifestly reasonable and right.

THE St. Louis Times man, who, (hough he has b-en half seas over enough times to know better, is still ignorant of the difference between a hawser and an anchor pokes fun at our Secreatry of the Navy. What right has he to say that ^'otir Dick'' was never at sea until he entered upon the duties of his office and that then he was all at sea? Answer us that?

WHAT makes Bostonians hunt back alleys in which to kick and cut se themselves, is the fact that the administration found it necessary to go to New Hampshire to find a man competent to perform the duties of naval officer at the port of Boston. When they think of this affront they knock their knees together and gnash their teeth. If Hayes should visit Boston it »s doubtful if they would get up even a clam bake in his honor.

LAURA D. FAIR, the murderess of the Pacific coast, and the 6hining original from whom Mark Twain drew his picture of Laura Hawkins in the Gilded Age, has been lately adjudged bankrupt in the San Francisco courts. An idea of the decline in value of stocks there can be judged from the fact that among her assets were stocks now worth $1,350 on whilh she had borrowed $17,000 two years ago. What a story of fortunes wrecked such a decline in stocks tells.

POOR little sneak Babcock! Now that his discoverer, one Ulysses S. Grant has retired to private life, and is no longer

commander-in-chief of the army and no

navy, the decent officers ia tJ*C service Betides, I have no headache. are beginning to chafe under the dis- there is

grace attaching to them by the retention in the service a safe burglar. As a matter of 'when Babcock said at the trial in St through the rain.

to

Louis, that West Point graduated gentlemen, he spoke the truth. The few ex

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from the West. Three years ago firm had taken him from hi* desk book-keeper, and sent him out on lecting tours he had been coming going ever since, but his wife never could get used'to it. Before that she never left i* the house except to go to church or rair-

lne nousc

wcnt to the

depot when-

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was coming home, after evefl

day's absence, once going to when the train was delayed there, in the middle of Ihe night. Her children thought their i..other had all the good sense and even temper there was in the world but her husband knew that nobody was so excitable and weak as she. It was curious to see how she could single out the stooped, red-headed little man in his linen duster among the thousands pouring out of the depot, and how, though she was one of the timidest women alive, she would go straight to him, as though the men about her were so many dead truuks of trees.

He alwavs explained to her how it was impossible for her to go wilh him now as she used to do on thoff little excursions when they were first married. "We haven't thk money, Lizzy, and then who would stay with the children." •'Oh yes, I know, Richard, thai I cau't go."

Of course she knew, and he knew that she knew, But he explained it to her everv time. If he noticed that her laugh was "not steady or that her chin was quivering he would go on making droll adventures out of every Utile happening of his journey, until she laughed in real good earnest, and gradually the talk would slip back to those old jaunts of theirs the time they went trout fishing up to Nittany, or that week they spent in Baltimore when they were snow-bound at Havre de Grace. Elizabeth could remember every excuse the lat old conductor made. She had traveled very little. "jn about ten years Charley will be in business, and I shall have made my pile, and will take N ellyand go to Europe,"

That was a standing joke between them. But they seriouSly did hope that the-time might come when they could afford to stay together. "The worst pull will be over when Charley has his schooling," Danford would say, "and then I can save up and go into some little business of my own. I'll never leave you then, Lizzy."

He knew she needed nothing more than that to make her entirely contented. Yet anybody looking at the two would

the ground that they present candidates —the'Vnslgnificantugly little all through their list, who are citizens of brought a woman of to much unimpeachable character. Jeffersonian requisites of honesty and capacity.

man had brought a woman of to much

They have finer gra than himself to love him. But he did not know what anybody thought of his wife or himself.

By the bye Mulligan would not be ford had been gone, the family had taken o. ..u possession of a little house which was to a bad fellow for Stanley Matthews to n. j'i

They rode home together this evening

—. in the horse-car,she carrying his overcoat, IF Rutherford Hayes would give Mai-

whHe he tQQk the yalige The ride wa8

ligan a clerkship at Washington, Blaine's iong and the car crowded, for it was cup of misery would probably '"slop ov- raining. During the^month^ ^hat^ D^aner, be their home. He had long ago joined have handy when the Maine pirate be-

one Qf those

gins his fight. in Philadelphia, a man BO easily secures his own house. Instead of building a OF all the persons who will rejoyce at. new one, he had, to please her, bought ... ... one of those old stone cottages on the the removal of the last soldier from thet

building societies by which,

outskirts ®f Germantown its hip-roof and orchard of old apple trees gave it a It picturesque dignity beside the staring

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Mrs. Danford, in a half whisper, was talking all the way, not giving her husband a chance to say a word. She was an exceptionally quiet person with everybody but Richard, but with him the most inveterate of talkers. "And the parlor carpet—you would be astonished to see how beautifully it fits but I wrote to you about that. And I took the shelves out »f the linen closet and made ef it a work-room for Charley —his books and printing press and rubbish, you know and the rpom with two windows in is to be Nelly's!—" "Baby's!" Danford chuckled, knowing that his wife, although baby was four years old, never slept until the hands were nestled in her bosom. "She must have a room of her own soon. You will give her that one Promise me Richard. I have papered it myself—pal# blue—and her bed is all ready," she said, anxiously, touching his arm. "You can arrange it as you choose, carelessly. "How long this ride out is glancing impatiently at the dropping rain outside. "It is long. We might have taken the steam cars for once," hesitating. "No: we must save every penny now. There are the bills for moving to pay.— What is the matter for a sudden change had come over his wife's face as she locked over his shoulder. He turned sharply and faceu a tall man in an oil skin coat, who was holding by a strap and watching Mrs. Danford with what appeared at the first glance to be a look of keen significance. It instantly deadened out of his face, and he turned to Danford a pair of heavy black eyes as unmeaning as the flabby, close shaven cheeks below them. "Why, I thought that fellow was going to speak to you. he said, as he helped her out of the car. He was used to see Lizzie attract notice. He always thought of her afc his middle-aged wife—Charley's mother—unless when people turned to look after her as she came into a car. and then he saw how singular and delicate was the beauty that still hung about her, and how fine the smile in her pale face. "Whew how it pours!" he said "Step up on this porch, Betty, until I hoist the umbrella."

Several other passengers had left the car and stood huddled together, straggling with their umbrellas and the wind Next to Mrs. Danford was the man in an oil-skin coat His mouth was muffled in it, and the pelting rain drowned every others und, hut it seemed as though he spoke to her. "Tomorrow, at noon," she answered "I shall be alone."

"Now,

told your,

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Thayer can't help

Nelly

me.

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at the window."

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There were fires in every room of the

them by the retention £^uare ^dow. glow* of a whisky ring thief ana trough the tracery of vines, and the wet Asa matter of fact, trunks of the trees reflected the lights

"See how pretty it i»!" she said, stopping at the gate. "I told Charley to make an illumination. "We won't think

mute an uiuminauon. «c wu

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notable one, only prove the rule. "That «u ritrht" Danford

expense—just fo.- thia night."

"That wasright" Danfordpuahedon

hurriedly. He felt a choking at his throat They had worked so long for this home, and here it was at last—home.

Afterward, when he tried to remember the occurrences of the evening, knowing that life and death depended on his accuracy, he could recall little that was peculiar in his wife's conduct. She and the children had dragged him all over the house in a fever of delight and triumph. There was not a closet or cranny left unexplored. Charley acted as a showman, baby clung to her mother as usual, old black Sally went before with the candle, the proudest o! all. His wile said little, as w*s her habit, except when alone with him. lie remembered how some boys came to the door to make plans for to-morrow's holiday with Char lev, andf how anxiously she asked who and what they were. "Why, it was only the other day," she said, with a quaver in her yoice, "that Charley was a baby in my arms, and now he ha« his friends— his plans. And I have no hold on him —I have no hold on him "Nonsense, Lizzy," Mr. Danford replied. "Never was a woman with much influence over her children as you We'll not let him leave Philadelphia until he's a man. The boy is safe enough when he can come home at night to such a mother as you."

He remembered that she suddenly quailed at this, and was silent, in a war which

seemed

after

strange to him at the time.

When the boy came back, Danford was sitting by the fire, his wite on a low stool beside him, her head on his knee. She had some childish, undignified ways, which somehow made the boy and^ his father look on her as a chum and a jolly good fellow. "Father," said Charley, with the self assertion of thirteen. "I think after this I shall goto meet you at ie depot. It is hardly proper for mother to be out alone after dark." v-No harm will come to me, my son, she said, smiling. "I don't want her to act as if she were a poor woman, sir, with nobody to look

her," he cried, hotly' "Ladies in fine houses don't go aboi^t alone, and mother is—" "Mother has her fine house too. and we two stout fellows will take care of he*1," laughed Danford, But his wife's head lay still upon his knee, and she did not laugh nor look up.

When the clfildren were asleep he remembered that she began a strange talk, which he tried to check once or twice, of how her brothers (who were Kentuckians) had both gambled their property away. "It's in the blood," she said. "If Charley should 6how any sign of it you'll watch him, Richard, and be patient with himf A father ought to be as patient as God with his child."

Now Danford was apt to be irritable with the lad, and his mother always had stood between them. Before he could answer, however, she went on: "I know "you'll bear with Nelly's faults you understand women so well, Richard. Nobody could have borne with my folly as you did when we were first married. "Are vou so wise now, then?"

She laughed suddenly, and drawing down his head, kissed him swiftly on both eyes, so as to shut them- She had odd unexpected ways ot caressing him, which used to make the overworked little man feel himself fresh and young again. "What do you talk in this way for tonight, Betty? Let us be happy coming home the first night. There's no need to look into the future to find misery." "No, there is no need. Maybe the misery will never come. God has always been so good to us!" The little joke seemed to have brought her, by sudden reaction, into her hapyy self again.

When she had gone to her room with Nelly, Danford opened the desk to put away the paper in his valise. He found it in thorough order, all business documents belonging to household affairs sorted and ticketed. ••The milk bill paid, and Nott! Betty has worked hard while I was gone. Mrs. Danford had some way of adding to their income—leather-work or banner painting, we forgot which. Besides these bills which she had paid there were two or three rolls of small notes, labelled,

"For

Charley's clothes for the winter, "For Nelly's." Danford laughed. His wife was usually the'most unsystematic woman alive. But he went to his room in high good humor. She was standing by the crib, opening the little white petticoats which Nellie had taken off, and hanging them up to air '•You have provided for the children all winter,"'he cried, holding out the rolls of notes.

She turned quickly.

her

little'woman!" Danford bustl­

ed up lugging the valise and flapping umbrella. Usually she would have helped him with one of them, butuow she hung heavily on his arm, lagging behind. "Tired out, Betty?" Then, glancing down into her face, "You've been having old headaches. Did you

"Oh,

they will

not need it. I shall be here to earn plenty more for them, and for you—I shall be here, Richard." She took up the tleeping child and walked about with it, straining it to her breast. Danford took it front

gently, and laid it down. "How white and fat her feet are!'1 he said quiet ly. "Cover them up warm, mother. Now corns and sit down. You've been working too hard, my poor girl."

Nature had made Danford in mind and body of coarser, commoner stuff than his wife. But he was a saner person than she, which explained all his power over her.

Danford took Charley with him into town the next day. They were to come •ut to-gether in the evening. Before noon Mrs. Danford sent Sally Can old black servant, who had been a slave and her nurse in Kentucky,) out on an errand which would detain her for an hour or two. Nelly was asleep in her crib. As the clock was on the stroke of twelve the'bell

rang,

and she admitted the man

she had met the night before. They were closeted together for an hour then they came into the little parlor. The man whose habitual manner to woman savored of fiuniliarity, wis grave and awkwardly respectful Mrs. Danford's face

was

bloodless. He poured out a glass, of water and gave it to her. "You have overtaxed your strength in keeping your secret madam. In a man we would call such reticence heroic but I find it uncommon with women. I think they are prompted to it by—vanity," a disagreeable smile lurking on his month.

She bowed courteously, but he knew she had not beard 4 word. "Be seated. Wait one momentdoctor I have a question to ask of you."

Dr. Prey sat down uncomfortably. Eminent specialist as he was, and used to rifling out life and death, "practicing among the wealthiest classes" (vide card,) he could not feel at ease with this woman, whose clothes and house he had decidf"* could scarcely be udled genteel. "She does not consider E. M. Prey a gentleman he blustered inwardly, strug-

ling to act as though he stood on the same level with her. A question, eh Really, now, my dear madam, better ask no questions at all. The wise patient leaves all details to his physician. You are exhausting nervous power—" •'You have not given my disease a name to me." "You assuredly must have guessed it," roughly.

Mrs. Danford looked quickly to the door, into the fire, as though in search of something. She did not speak for a moment. "Cancer?"

He nodded. "Incurable?" He hesitated. The fire crackled, the ashes fell on the fender. A little stir the next room was heard in the silence. "Mamma!" cried Nelly. "It is unusual for a patient to insist upon such questions. Measurably you take the case in vour own hands."

She raised her hand with a quick gesture. "If you will have it, then, I see no probability of cure. The case has peculiar features which I have met with in no other. All that can be done is to put yourself in my hands. I can alleviate your sufferings. My large experience," etc., etc.

He talked on until he observed that she did not hear him. Her eyes were fixed on the closed door behind which was her baby. When she spoke she did not look at him. "How long will it be?" "About four months, probably. Cer tainly not more than that." He bejgan to draw on his gloves briskly. There was no demand for sympathy, the woman took it so coolly. "One moment. I have something more to ask." She had risen, and stood with her hands clasped over her head.

The doctor's eye swept over her. "She has had remarkable beauty in her day but her day is over," he thought. "Patients with this disease often—I've heard that it was loathsome, horrible beyond words. Shall I—" she stopped, swallowing once or twice.

Even in the man's vulgar face shone a sudden gleam of pity. But he was ashamed of it. "It is usually the case with patients in this disorder. I see no reason to hope that you will escape, Mrs Danford." "I thought so—I thought so," sharply "Well, there is nothing to be done about it. Will you write me a general pre scription—to alleviate the pain, you said?" "You do not wish me to attend you regularly then?"-with a surprised glance. "I may be moved out of your reach," she said, evasively.

When he had written ihe prescription and torn the leaf from his book, she handed him his fees, waited until he had left the house, and then went in to her baby.

When old Sally came in presently'she heard Nelly laughing and talking for an hour or more, and wondered that her mother made no sound in reply. Late in the afternoon a telegram came from Danford: "Will he detained at office until 10 p. M. Shall keep Charley until I go out."

Liazie read it and laid it down. "That is better." she said. "If I saw them again I could not go." For she^ad quite made up her mind now what she would do. Her husband, her children, should not see her horrible end

The house, the children's clothes, were in perfect order. But she went from place to place with Nelly in her arms. It was singular that it w?s only of their practical loss when she was gone that she thought. "Sally can cook, but who will keep the house or make their clothes in the spring Charley will have nobody to tell his stories about school to when he comes home. And Richard—" But she forced that back.

She sat down and rocked the child, looking by turns at its little feet, its hands, pushing back its hair. She thought of her at every age—a school girl— grown up "She will have no mother-i-no mother." She had been a devout, prayerful woman, but she could not pray now. It seemedr, to her as if God did not know what He was doing when He did this thing.

She made herself up a bundle of clothes, fastened it in shawl-strap, and laid a letter she had written on her husband's pillow. The evening had falleu cold and drizzling. She gave Nelly her supper, undressed and rocked her to sleep then she laid her in her crib. Only yesterday she had been busy making a cover for the crib and Charley's bed It was all over now. She would never do anything lor them again—never again.

It was time now. She put on her hat and cloak, took up her bundle. There was a blotted exercise which Charley had left half finished that morning she took that with her, and the stocking which Nelly had just worn, still warm, the creases in it which the little foot had made. Then she went to her husband's old chair, where he^had satof.evenings for years, and knelt down by it. Sally, in the kitchen, thought she heard a call, "Richard! RichardT but all was still.

As Lizzie knelt there she did not pray, She meant to bid good-bye to her husband, but she could not. Would he ever forget her? Would he marry again? Those were her thoughts. There had been a certain Annie Ward, years ago, of whom Danford had made a friend.

Elizabeth sprang to her feet, and walked straight to the glass. "I hope he will be happy. He ought to marry for the children's sake," she said over and over. "But he will not remember me as loathsome. Annie Ward's face does not compare with mine now."

This new sharp pang gave her sudden strength. She staid alone with her child for a few moments, and then passed hastily out stopping at the kitchen door. The old black woman was busy over the fire, singing a Methodist hymn. "Goin' to de depot, Miss Betty? Got on yo' wraps?"—coming to the door.

Elizabeth put her hand on the skinny fingers. "Take care of the children for me, Sally." "Sartin. You'a sot goin' fur?"—with a vague alarm.

But Elizabeth made no answer, but disappearhd in the darxness. The letter which Danford found on his return contained these words: "I have an incurable disease. I have but a.little while to live, and I will not stay to become an object of disgust and loathing to vou and the children. Do not try to find me you can never do it my measures are too well taken. You shall know when I am dead."

There was not a word of affection or

of farewell. She could not trust herself to that. In these practical days, whatever a man's agony, he acts promptly and practically. In a day Danford's friends had set all the machinery of advertising, telegraphing, dctective agencies to work but to no effect They searched distant places—the scenes of those old excursions of which she had talked so much, the homes of her school-mates, the county in Kentucky from which she came. "She would not go out of sight of me and the children," poor Danford insisted but nobody heeded him. Dr. Frey, for reasons of "his own, never made himself know in the mattef, and Elizabeth had not hinted her disorder to the old family physician. "He would tell Richard," she said. Simply because she had taken no measures of precaution, she had left no clew whatever.

Month attei month passed. DanfcrJ was at work again at his desk. When wo'k was over, he walked the.streets until late at night. It seemed to him that every moment he would meet her or hear that she was dead. The horrible cruelty of l*r conduct to himself never occurred to him it was only of her, dying alone, perhaps in want, that he thought. The police reported to him, from time to time, th«ir superhuman efforts. But we all know to what these efforts usually amount in cases of disappearances.

Mrs. Danford knew the city wa9 her best hiding place. Nowhere could a human being sink as securely out of sight a in the monotonous blocks of Philadelphia, with their million of inhabitants. There was httle|that was disticntive about Lizzie. A thin, oddish looking woman, who wore a cap and spectacles, lodged in a room over a baker's shop in Kensington, and earned a dollar or two a week by shopwork. She brushed against policemen every day. Sometimes at night, wrapped a cloak, she carried a basket filled with shoe-lac-:s and pins to the depot, and sat in a dark corner until the passengers to Germantown had gone out. She usually fell asleep when her sunbonnet covered her face. Richard and Charley came to the depot once or twice. Danford saw the wan white hand which held the basket, stopped and then went on. Another night Charley asked her th^ price of something but she made 110 answer.

After that she was not able to leave the house for weeks, until one night, feeling that the end was near, she took her basket, covered herselfin a large cloak, and found her way out to the depot in Germantown. She sat down outside in the dark shadow made by a frei^lit car, and waited for the trains. Danford was in the last. Some people stopped him close beside her: she could have touched him by putting out her hand.

It was her husband whose clothes brushed hers, the man whose head had rested on her bosom. With feverish swiftness the old days when he was her lover came back to her. all the romance, the passion of her life she was a girl, beautiful, beloved she heard that soft music again which sounds but once in a life. Then she was conscious of the horrible death whose grip was on her, of even the miserable cloak in which 6he was wraoped. It seemed to her cruel that when she was an outcast her body given up to si JW decay, that Danford should be coming home from his work quietly, as.though nothing had happened. He was dressed carefully as usual, his whiskers neatly trimmed. Out of the car, 00, stepped the very Annie Ward of whom she had *hought so of lately. She stopped and shook hands with Richard.

Then he went up to his house, h'8 following him. He opened the door with his latch key, went in and shut it, she standing opposite. The wind blew the snow fiercely and full in her face. The shades were not down in hts room, she saw him turn up the light and 6toop over the crib. Then he walked across the floor with a little white-gowned figure in his arms. "Nelly Nelly!" cried her mother. She ran across the street, she raised her hand to beat upon the door, and then she turned quickly and went back to the depot, and so to town. A stout gray-haired man followed her, entering the same ear, left it as she did, and, a moment after had reached her room over the bakery, was knocking at her door. She opened it. "Dr. Thayer "Yes, Lizzie. Any fire? I'm half frozen"—bustling forward to the stove so as not to look at her. "You—vou had no right to follow me —standing at bay, her eyes blazing. "O, my God why didn't you come sooner crouching on the floor beside him, sobbing over his hand like a hurt child.

He said nothing for awhile, and then gave a chuckle. "I said all along that the way to find you was to keep Nelly in sight. How often have you seen her "Every day when I could walk." "Lizzie," said the doctor, turning sharply on her, "who told you your disease is incurable "Doctor Prey." "Danjned quack! Now listen to me. I'am not going to betray your secret. I don't want you to die at home, an object of disgust to your husband. I can understand that feeling fully. But I mean to know if there is a necessity for your dying at all." "It's too late," said Lizzie.

Of course it was not too late, or this history would never have been written. Nobody has aright to give unwary readers a true bill of disease and death under cover of a story. Lizzy's disorder took another name and disappeared very slowIv under the doctor's care. After the pink began to creep into her cheeks again, one spring morning he took her home and placed her in her chair by the fire, with Nelly in her armi, and there her, two boys found her when they came home at night

Shadwell, one of the partners in the Quaker firm which employes Danford, heard the current rumor of the affair, and was much scandalized by it. "It is eccentric conduct in a woman. I do not like eccentric women. I'll drop in there to-night and take a look at her. Better have no doubtful people connected with the house."

The old Qiiaker dropped into Danford's little parlor several evenings after that he talked with Richard. Lizzie was busy helping Charley with his lesson*.

In the spring Danford received notice that the

firm

had given him a junior

partnership. •'Thee has well deserved it of us," said Shadwell, meeting him that day. "III were ia thy place Richard, he added, presently, "I w*uld give my wife a journey. She is not rugged, and thee can well afford it now. Thee has a remarkable woman for a wife, Richard."

MV Annie Ward was another person

who thought Mrs. Danford a remarkable woman. "What a lovelv face she has!" she used to say, heartily. "Hot* husband is such a plodding, commonplace little man, too. I wonder what she saw in him. The earthen and porcelain pitchers again.

But Lizzie held Miss Ward at freezing distance. "I know very well she had designs on you when I was gone, Richard, says she. "Such folly, Betty he cried, angrily.

But after all, it is her folly that he loved in Elixabett(, not her housekeeping ability or good sense.

They have started now on their journey into Kentucky. They are in no whit different outwardlv from the other mid-dle-aged, common-place folk crowding cars, equipped with the inevitable linen duster and shawl-straps and sachels. But at heart they are very much like the two children who set out to find the fairy pot of gold beneath the rainbow. They meet all the world coming this way, agog to see the exposition but they two go leisurely along, with their secret between them. Every trifle is an event, every chance meeting an adventure They have left office and housekeeping and middle age behind them. It looks to other people like an ordinary railroad on which they travel, but they know that they are on their way to the enchanted land. And as they come nearer to the quiet hills behind the setting sun where they first knew each other, they arc sure they will find youth and its love and freshness there again, and will bring it all home with them.

TKENEWBURG DEACON. A Newburg dtacon recently lured a sharp and angular woman with two small boys into his private pew. The deacon, as become his rank, sat neat to the pew door. Immediatetly at his left hand he placed the two small boys, and close beside the further boy sat, with her face intently fixed upon the preacher, and one of her sharpest edge6 turned toward the deacon, the angular mother.

The deacon was not only good, but genial the precise kind of deacon who,if he was selling a horse blind of both eyes, would frankly mention that the animal's left eye was not quite sound, and would offer to make a deduction from its price in consequence thereof. He smilled sweetly upon the two small boys, and then gave his whole nund to the sermon, which, as befitted a cold Sunday, was full of genuine Calvinism and extremely satisfactory to the Deacon's orthodox tastes. Presently, as the preacher expounded with remarkable eloquence and feeling the grand doctrine of the total depravity of infants, the good Deacon stretthed out his left arm along the back of the pew, in crder to enjoy his favorite theology at his ease. Now, it happened that this outstretched arm had ahand its-extremity, and this hand came gently in collision with anpther and much smaller hand. The Deacon thought that the latter hand belonged to one ot the small beys, and in the overflowing goodness of his heart he took the hand in his, and gently and affectionately squeezed it.

There was a sudden shriek that silenced the preacher and appalled the congregation, most of whom thought that somebodv'hAd set down upon a crooked pin, while others feared that the meetinghouse had taken fire. The true state of the case was, however, soon made manifest. The angular female rose up, and, lacerating the intervening small boys with her knee-pans, smote the astonished Deacon in the face, while she loudly exclaimed, "Squeeae my hand, will youP' I'll let you know you old sinner 1" There arose a chuckling among the youth of the congregation. Fhe elder male members felt that their Deacon had brought ruin upon himself^ and the female members wondered what he could possibly have seen in that ugly creature to lead him into temptatien. As the angular woman showed an unmistakable determination to renew her attar k, the Deacon felt that flight was his only resource. He seized his hat and fled towards the door. It opened before, him, and closed upon his vanished form. From that day to this no Newburg eyes have rested upon that ruined man, and the suspicion is gaining ground that he has either committed suicide or become a book agent.

The moral of this affecting tale is not perhaps, as cleai as cculd be wished. It seems, however, to teach the folly of any Deacon who tries to conciliate small boys and the danger of proximity to angular females. Persons desiring other and further morals are at perfect liberty to mix them to their several tastes.—[New York Times.

A NEW GAME.

A man came into a restaurant last night, and mounting a high stool, leaned over the counter and ordered a porterhouse steak with eggs on the side, and some ale and oysters to begin on. In about half an hour he had ^finished his repast and was beginning to deliberate what kind of dessert he would wind up on, when a man walked in, and tapping him on the shoulder, remarked: "Is your name Billy Hicks?" "Yes, that's my name." said the man on the stool, as the hand stole down to his pocket fumbling for the handle of a barker "what do you want?" "We had a little trouble once before in White Pine, and now I guess I've got you dead to rights," continued the new comer, pnlling out a large-6ized sixshooter. "If you'll just step into the street and pace off your distance, I'm your man," said the feeder, who had just finished his pie, and, whipping out a revolver, he sprang off his perch, and rushed after the other into the street.

The frightened restaurant man got down behind the counter, and bent his ear to listen to the shots and the rush of the mob but he didn't hear anything unusual, and in about five minutes he recollected that there was $2.50 owing on the meal. Then he want out on the sidewalk to investigate. "Was there a row out there a few minutes ago?" he inquired of a star-gazer on the sidewalk. "Didn't see any. I *e been here for the last half hour or so." "See two fellows with ulsters and revolvers?" "Yes thev was talkin' about swoppin' guns, and they'recover across the way now, takin' a dnnk.

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