Chicago Daily Tribune Newspaper, June 21, 1874, Page 11

. .. .THE CHICAGO UDAILY TRIBUNE : SUNDAY, JUNE 21, 1874. ER o S 2 3 ART-ECUCATION iM BOSTON. gxhibition of Drawings by Pupils in the Public Schoolsy The State Normal Art ‘School. Correspondence of The Clicago Tribune. Bostox, June 13, 1674 ginco Chicago hms adopted Walter Smilh's gk of Drawiog-Books, it is fair to prosumo f must fecl some iuterest in knowing Low that grsiem succeeds where it bas been longest in T ion. The exhibition of drawings made by spils in the public schools, now open inAHorLi- Efimm Fall, affords s good opportunity for " icing of the progress made, and of the charao- xe:;:flc ‘features of the Eystem now pursued, “Peshups it oy 88 well bo stated first as last, e, even bero ib Boston, there is some opposi- e aving so much time given to dranivg. shere are thoso who objectto it as & new- facgled potion; it Was not necessary twenty-five -, sso—vhy is it necessary now ? p R the mswer is very obvious. -:-I_\g-wndifions of success in mearly every pranch of ‘menufscture—certainty inall branches that adumit OF require the dpplication of artistic kill—have eutirely changed witnin the last :“cn‘)—.fi"u years, Formerly it'was enough to ell 5 DO make gwi’,u:y AUST BE TASTEFUL ALSO. } Tho homespuly hu{dsume-is-lh:t-bmdsomo- does age, in this countiy, Lag passed away. The era of azt has dawned; mot meroly or princi- pallyof Ingh ast, but of industrial art. Our o pete, wall-paper, prints, oil-cloths, furniture, otkorsy—in fine, almost eversthing wo use, or wear, OF gwround ourselves withal, must te rrelty es well as scrviceable. Now. ©s moet {bis wide-spread demand upon 1) classes of mwoufacturers, thore aro very tow skilled designers ; very few men and voren who have tho_ requisito knowlodgo and pastery of the principles of industriel art. The Larvest is great, but the laborers are few. This 1k is peculiauly felt in America. Englnnd,'l o years a0, compared Borself with France in weepect to iudustrial art, found herself wofully i d at ouce adopted very thorough meas- t bersell abroast of France, and she ilaud and Frauco, to-day, are leagucs d, by virtue of this advaniage, \fer command e markets of the world. = No, (awing i LOLS protty mplishment, but 2 Jfime neceseity for us now; and it musi be of fLe 1most Ecientitic, progreseive character. Just this ECIENTIFIC, PROOTESSIVE CHARACTER Jromm all thie schoole of the city,—from children of § seary; and from thoee just resdy tograduate st the High and Latin schools. The drawings, fecbeerveblo in the druwings now exinbitiog in There Lang specimens wseed of ¥, 8D Hosucultnral Hall %o: propored purposely for exhibition, but done fo the ordimary courso of school-room practice, exbrece hundreds of specimens in each depart— Sént of Smith's system,—frechand, geometrical erepuctive, model ua objecs, mochenical, sud Yirning. Ous can sea ¢ aglance that the seholars bavenot been taught by lacky guesswork ta in accordance with a carefully-elaborated s perfectly simrle plan, proceeding from " the least porplume of straight Ime by easy gradation through curves, epirals, ratural and couventionalized forms. The littla bov's drawing is just such drawing ss you rould cxpect from 2 little boy, provided he is well instracted. It is crude, uncertain, not artistic; butit shows that Le has had the true Hen, that bo bas workea iu the right method, and all be needs is the umuink' of eye and hand ykich coming voars will afford, to enable him to dowhat the older boys and girls have already dono by pursmng the szme methodical course. The succossive steps in the course are distinctly parked; the visitor sees the forms gradually be- tomung mcre complex, tho dosigus more elabor- a0, and executed with & more assured touch; the horizon of the youthful artist constantly ex- trndimy, nuul, in tho drawiogs of the most 2d- Lere are copies from models,and sanced clags crigital desigus, that show very JMARKED ARTISTIO POWER AND TRAINING. Boston bolds the leading placa in the exhibi~ fon, but does not usurp tho whole of it. Worceszer, Taunton, Fall River, Newton, Lowell, wd many other citics of tho State, aro very ereditably fl‘&rcsentcd‘ The Institute of Tech- silogy, and tho Appleton-Stroot Evening School, «which is outside tie regular school cowrse, aud Is swended by mechanics, clerks, architecis, . dreoghtsmen,—whoever wikhes and is eompetent Io take tha advanced lessons given there,—these two contribute gome very attractive features to 1bs exhibition. At tho rooms of the ‘Boston Art Club hang BX drawings exccuted by pupils in tho State Lormal Art Scbool, which Las its working hoad- guarters in Pemberton Square,—and very rramped and inadequato they are, too. This whool has mow been opem & year. It 18 had 130 popils, who, by dint of oze sud sanother procoss of sifting, have been reduced to 9U. The course of sudy is prranged for four years; bus £ome of the 90 were go well advanced when thoy entered that they are just ready to go out ns ari-teachers, In this school Walter Smith lec- lures twice a weck, and he gives it his effective personal supervision most of the time. Though tomewhat crippled by unsuitable rooms and lack of euficient mesns (for the Legislature was very ezonomical in its appropristion last year), be hat succeeded remarkably well in orgavizing tlie schoal, wud is eanguine of tho highest suc- tess in training a boay of tonchers and designera ¥bo will go out to LEVOLUTIONIZE THE INDUSTEIAL ART ol the State. The drawings now exibiting at {ae Boston Art Club rooms testify that his con- fdenco is well founded, They thow what the High-School pupils_ will be doing two years Lence, and are peculiarly interesting as indicat- isg the direction and range of study marked out for the public rchools. It would be easy to fill columns with detailed descriptions of some of tho drawings, aud of the system which Alr. Emith s pureuing; but it is suflicient to state that ¢l the first, exhibition of the Normal fchcol, furnisbes overwhelmiog proof of the wisdom of establishing it, and of the judicious- Lese with which it is conducted. TLe net result of this exhibition, which at- tracts 80 much attention bhere, is % deep convio- ton of our great lack in artistic training, and t3at we are now in the direct way of eecuriug it, ead of securmg from it an incziculable harvest of good fruits, such 8 increased knowledge and “ppreciation of art, the development of whatever Eiecial artistic talent exists in our otuldren, and— Rost potent argnment of ali— g PECUNIARY RESULTS IN MANY DIRECTIONS. icrative employment for trained artisans, es- pecially for designers, whom sl our intelligent Duutactarers are impatiently waiting for: & Wt jucrease in the commercial valte of our mnufactured goods when thesoshall bear tracos o wach artistic design and execution 2s n fow ars will eurely bring such ss are already +amped on the betier products of the Jooms and 207 of England, Germany, and France. —_— The Prenensile Tail Capt. George W. Gift, of Memphis, Tenn,, Sautzigntes the following to the juvenile cotumn o the Western Methodust: 'khThereu nothing on shipboard which fur- mfi ore amugement zud gives more annoy- foco than a pet monkey. We had one in tho - Marys which was continually in_mischief. 7 hl.r every geaman is s kort of a tailor; that fobsmends his own clothos and gews on but- mm-lmd the old men are generally adepts at g aod making new garments. To do this Teedi every man must have an assortment of e ks, thread, wax and such othor acticlos as a; Teyuired in the business. On bright sunny o, Bten tho wind is steady and the sca 20th, You will sce numbers of men scated oCut the decks with their work scattered about 152 Now thie was tho_time ‘our monkey do- e most in pranks. He would steal up and - ;?ly 8eize 8 enool of tbread or ball of wax fonecamper aloft with it, chattering and jump- 10 express lue lugh state of glee. This was bisual for » frolic, for immediately soveral e Tould be dispatelied aloft to catch the i dad make him give up bis booty. Up the M‘.fln the boys would cfimber, the monkey T, f;ns alittle ahead and Iaughing all the time. b ) :a;!pmvst ntszgiug‘ jacko, E{Lillltunng; then P-gallant rigging. ere matters are "«‘mu's;uenoseamfl'cy azo early s high Y cen go, and the boye, panting and eager, weem eads to clutch the prize. Noteo, hower- tyior jacko suddenly ‘springs on one of the. oniam, and, winding his prebensile tail fomnd 1, clides down past his pursuers, chat- [ 8 and sereaming more than ever. The boys i 10tha backstays also, and ab length the:] o ‘was forced to drop the stolen article. fopinr it vecurred to one of the sailors one dsy Iod 7.8 trick on jacko. He took tho little fel- r, L8 2rma and stroked and caressed him 0Rs even uato the end of jacko’s prehoneile tegeutly and aifectionstels, extonding his.at-.|; tail, but a8 he rubbed down his eandal append- age he used & liberal supply of *‘slush,” the grease which is skimmed from the boilers whilat the salt pork and beef are being cooked. Ina few minutes afterhe put, jacko down and gave him an opportunity to cominit one of his custo- mary depredations, which he took ndvantage of with great alacrity. Up aloft he flew, and tho boys after him, until Le was at the utmost height. On the backstay he jumped in great gloe and wound his tnil about it, when lo?! it ‘would not bold tight, and poor jacko came down by the ran, his head striking on the hammock pettings, {rom whence be “tumbled or deck, stunned 2nd astonished. He slowly recovered from the fall, and at length eat up and_seemed 10 bo in deep thought: finally he picked up the end of the no longer reliablo tail and examined it closely, then throw if down as if disgusted. Jacko never stolo & &poot of thread or ball of wax after that, but became a sedato and honest LENTEN DAYS. 1 thonght I ehould nover be sarprised again in the world, but Fateis fond of turning strange cards. The jede must have her sleeves full of them by the way she has swept my tricks of late. To think that Iused to be what people called # protty Kate Craigie,” with the flossy black hair curling off the waves about the face, and blue eyes botween the laugh and the droop, hidden by feathery lashes—pals o’ the cheek but rose-red in the lips—O Katio Craigie, where have you gone ? Ihave not secn myself for many along dsy. not the fringe of a curl, nor the tints of the haw- thorn bloom I ased to have. Instoad, for five years I've secn inmy giass another woman, with TIHE YOUTH DYING OUT OF HER PACE, too yellow-pale to suit rusty alpacas, the multi- plication tablo in rows on her forehead, and divi- sion between her eyes. The sum that plagues ber I believe is how to make tiree go into one, 20d leave something over. But my eyes trouble me most.. My bair went long 8go in tho fever, and came in straight, but that is well enough, for the Craigies have low, wide brows that don't noed shading. But the color was washed out of my face and eyes at the same time, and where they were like April blue-bells, in the light and the dew, now they:are faded out like the dress [ wore years sgo atmy last party. Fhere’s nothing left of m, old golf but my hands and my feet, slim en orderly as ever. . I couldn't endure to walkas some women do, throwing my flounce about, and showing the actlon at évery step. But, O dear! Ido wishI could affgrd $10 boots once more. Tho luzury of & boot aslight as aglove, aud that fitted asone! Lcould forswear silk for that indulgence. And I would like the new rings they ore wearing, the crosses of five dia- monds, the sapphire blocks with a brilliant cach side, aud those soft Spanish ecarfs of lace that aro uo earthly use but to look pretty, and show that a woman is a woman, and mot merely & useful being, ft to sit in an oflico with the big bouks before bet, keeping accounts. Sydney Korr came in_to-day, and paid a bill across the connter a yard from me, WITHOUT KNOWING ME. Soven years ago, either of us_ knew whon the other ontered the house, just by the maguetic sympathy that made closér_than Siamese twius of us, And he cume up to Tarrytown oue night on the 11 o'clock express, for the raxe of stay- ing 1en minutes on our balcony, aud going back by the last train to be all right at lis uncle’s early breskfast next morning. He wears the same dark gray be uscd to delight in, witha little fiery rose at Lis buttonhole. Ah, that rozebud used to be always cut from my garden, and placed there by my band! He has grown a littlo stout, and- is mirthfvl and ease-loving ag ever, what they would call 2 jolly fellow now— fond of his boat, his opera-Dox, and his club- cook. Ididn’t turn to see him, nor feel more than a pleased curiosity when he came or when lie went away. Girls will be such fools—I had that fover for his sake seven years ago. ThLoy 8ay every par- ticlo of ourselves chanies once in Beven years, azd Iamgladitis true. Fhereisa' one fibreof me doad with love for Sydney Kerrany more. Icould wigh I had lovedand suffored for & nan one could rospect one's gelf for loving. It would be sweet to regret him—but a man who let his uncle talk him ont of his engagement because the girl's family was not good enough is not the sort I wish to spend memory upon. ‘Eato Craigie, you are poor indeed. NOT EVEN A MEMORY is allowed you. - As for the rest, there is in this fifth-story room my mignouctte piant, and s photograph of Murska, an out-look into & sunny old church- sard in tho heart of the citr, for which ITam glad, and tha books of the Meusrs, Appledore to Eoep in 2 room whers tha light lies all day. I am glad there ia 80 much sunshine in my life. 1t has kept mo—not alive, for I am aot 80 un- gratelul as to think of dymg—but green as one may #ay. There is Petronells Davis, poor reed of & tLing, standing over her books in the dark all day in a dark Murray street wareroom, toil- ing up-stairs with the big folioe every afternoon to thie Load-bookkeeper, aud no prospect befora her but dying of consumption. There is no death in mo yet. I am vical to tho tips of my fingers—which don’s make thivgs any casier 10 bear. Hnsh! that said itself. My trouble is a pitiful one, aud yet I suffer so from it. It is just things coming together ns they do ance in A while, the four corners of the house falling at once. 1f Jerome hadu't broken ‘his arm last year so that Ihad to go home and nurse him, losing my salary for three months, that Jast installment of the mortgage would have baen paid, end we shouldu’t bhave rentedsthe Hommoetend to mdet ft. And when I seut for tha Jast Lalf year's dua to pay mother's board, Andy Graves, the tenant, had run away, without leaving 2 cent behind. And Mr. Appledore was kind enough to lend ma the money, and direct it too, to 437 Somer street when my number is 436, and the letter was sent back to the post-ofiice, and ths “Searcher” knows nothing of it when I vrite him, and I can't get_down to the Nassau- sureet oflice before the Searcher's department closes at 3. And my head is getting wrong with Iving awako, trying to sea a Way out of theso troubles so {lat motler MAY HAVE A ROOF OVER HER n in her old age. I went to Mary Ellis for alittle cousolation the othor day. It seemed as it I conld bear the weight better to hear & word of Toart-folt friondlivess and sympathy. It would Test me & bit, and make my nerves stronger and my head clenter. This was tho way she met mo: T Well, you are thie unluckiest! What are you goiug to do now? . Of courxe you can't take that striped silk yon were going to buy with me. Well, it's yery_bard. Sowe people sro alvags unfortunate, If you only had yourself to think of, how nicely yon might be getting along. Ial- ways eaid thers must be something wrong when pazents bave to dopend on children in old age. My father was not & Tich man, but he 1ad euough to live on without coming to his childreu, and he gavo us & good Start in life, Its all I can do to tuke caro of mysalt, thero is 80 much expected of & lady in dress ‘nud appearance nowadays. JYsn't this scarf pretty? I gave €12 for it yesterday. I've boen saving my odd dollars”s monih for it.” Al yes; so much is expected of one mowa- dnys in the way of appearance. My way would be ensier if I could walk down strect to-morrow with a shilling drees on without compromising my employers’ or_my own respectability. The school-teacher opposite at table wears her dia- monds, & gteat cluster ring aud solitaire at esch ear, has her Inces, and will go_to Europo next “on a ealary but little Jarger than And for the life of me I can't afford those $10 boots on £15 & weel. 1 suppose JMiss “;f““‘ has no mortgage to pay. “So far, Fate had surprised mo euough by re- verses thus fall; but I don’t know that I'm Letter pleased with the chance of success she bas Givenme. I was goiug up Deekman street after Work was done, enjoying my respite of Baturday afternoon, when 1 always ain dismissed st 3, Lo in't one of tho pleassntest streets iu New York, but it has a clean side to it, and I lounge along, plasing like child with the idea of owning tho Thidgs in tho windows. There is a Lardware store which always bas_great shining furnaces and stoves out on the sidewslk, sud Iam making up my mind whether that tiuy lustrous Parlor Delight or that mimic rango will be the thing I want when I go to housekecping in that IMPORSIBLE ¥RLNCH FLAT, .which is tho ultimathulo of my dreams. I have farnished my sitting-room with blue carpets aud pota of roses, notling bnt roses, in tho jardi- niere, and am cngaged fitting up & fabulously bright kitchen aud dining-room that shall be the poetry of housekeening, paying my bills of faucy wWith “drafts on chance. But it smuses me. Farther up the street is print-shop. & dingy sort of place, that always has good engravings banging in the windovw, athletic antiques, & sy, & Cenci. or Hamon's barefoored ** au- rorss” and * Evenings.” . A look at that win- Qo lasts mo a day, and. this afternooa they had put ont a beautiful'copy-from-tho Bella Donna. Bho looked bright, luxuriogs, irresistible, like ono who was securs of her rest in lovers’ hearts, and ss arch as if Care never breathed in the world where she lived. There, are euca women in the same world 8 the Belia Donna and L. 1 stopped Lalf & minute to pay my homage to the court beauty, whose pictured face could win the heart of the (nrmex-'np girl from the Esopus, now Mr. Appledore's sbabby bookkeeper. It seemed a8 if there was some kin between our natures, the same love of pleasure and mirth, the same vivid life and the same coquetrs— which means that we are both women. BShe made me emile, this haughty, laughing lady, 2nd I was her Jover from that inetant. had truly becn her lover, it would not have matiered tome how free or faulty she might be. For E::l_?nghme:s I should haye loved herall the As I turned my head for a last lookat her, in her ignoble balcony of a shop-window, some one gnued me, looking into my face. At liberty— ut Tam not the Bella Donna, and beside men are free to look in my face for all they find there to make them turn & eecond time. Cold pallor and young wrinkles are a good mask, But some- :l;lé:g familiar in the glance made me look up SEF IT WAS NB. REYNOLDS, of the Bronx firm, who were my employers long ago. He was looking at me with a cold scrutiny tuat only changed enough as my eyes met bis to assure me that it was not unfriendly. But I did not expect to bear him say that I was very littlo changed in five years. If he were a man who cver made complimeats I ehonld resent such a speech, but I dou't think that Mr. Reynolds would "etoop to convince a woman she iooked well if she did not. I hedon my best dress that day—my old cne was torn, and I hadn't time to mond it that morning, and my face was flushed with counting, wlich was the secret of my looke. _ When, after being & bit of a privileged porson in tho village, given to pretty dress, choir meet- ings, and romantic walks, I found something had to be done for the family, I took tho place of ‘bookkeeper’s assistant at the Bronx Mills, where Mr. Reynolds was an influential partner. The first day he came into the office to look over the books, I locked him over, and said, inwardly, “Thank heaven, the new partnerisa gentleman.” He was one_ by family, ecucation, and feoling. His books, his_pictures, wers the pride of the Mills vitlage. Better than this, it was his sense of honor gave the bouse its reputation for high- dealing and liborality towards ita hands. Ho insisted that prices should be roasonable, bours decent, and wages fair, when the Test of the firm were for crowding all hands, and eutting down wages to the lowest ponny. I heard him at a meoting of stockholders in the Dext room say with his cold, distinct toues, that if such measures were to be their policy be would withdreyw his fortune, and throw hiy in- fluence against the Company. That decided the matter, but not a soul of the operatives dared to thank him as they wanted to, . FOB HIB DISTANT MANNER. Inever did, sndyet hesaved my position for me once when 1 was ill. I wonder if he has for- gotten it? Wusn't it odd for bim to be walkin, up street with a Beekman street bookkeeper He did not geem to find it ko, for he talked about old places and people at the mills in a way that showed he hud heard and noticed every- thing auit weot on. It soemed pleasant for him to find some one to speak to about the old things, for the next Mondsy he came up again by the print-seller’s window, and this time his Inst words were @ Buppose you allow me to come and see you, and talk about old times s little. Things have clanged with me a8 well as with you."” ILad to romember that my mother's family was as good as his own before I asked him to come. Then I recalled how he had mever al- Jowed me to fecl anything less than a lady while in his employ, how he took hie hat off in the counting-room, and spoke to me with the same respect as 1o the grand women he handed to their carriages after s visit to his mills. When he did coms, and sat by my sofa, I knew he made me forget that I was not owner of the Bronx Mills, and he my emplore, for all the dif- forenco there was between us. He came at long intervals, and his visits were so brief and ceremonious that not even bourding-house gossip was aroused; but instead there came that beantiful Jacques Minot rosebush full of crimson buds, and thoss luxariant heliotropes that fill my room with fragrance £o that I have to open my window at might. And Harper's, and tho Atlantic, and ths Galaxy, took to com- ing regularly, 0 that Mra. Grim, the landlady, said one dny. **Seems to meif you didn't take 50 many books and magazines you could afford to have things like other girls, and who kuows! you might be having attentions yet.” T only get along with such things by noteeem- ing to mind. t was too much to belicve that Fate flung such a pleasnire as his visite in my way, witbout a sinister purpose, yet it was impossible to look in the man's :face and not feel that here was 2 ‘FRIEND OF TRUEST 80LT, drawn by no cne knows what stiraction. Per- Laps it was to talk in mental neglige a8 men like todo. Ineverdreamed that Mr. Reynolds could unbend £o far to be agreeable without losing the fine reserve thut defined the position he chose to take, 8o thoroughly. Ho saved all the gquaint Little things he came across to toll me, and & lenm of sober satisfaction crossed his face when $o could make me_laugh and forget myself for half an hour. What could I do but lgok for his coming, and show some of the happiness I felt in his presence? He was neither brotherly nor gallant—ho was simply and-unaffectedly kind, as if his reserved nature found a relief in being good to somebody. Atd wasn't I glsd that somebody wasme ? Did I mind my shabby dress with him ? As much as I minded it when the sun shone in my little: east- room, and no more. 1'm frank to say I-loved him, and de- lightedin hia presonce. He liked mo, {oo, for he asked me the other day— Over goes the whole fabric of kindness and simple friendship. I have never been at rest since be asked mo to be his wifa. < And Mrs. Reynolds yet presides over hishouse * in Portland, the woman he married at the Mills long ago. " Ono ovening he asked mo to walk with him shile tho squares were yot bright, s0d baving a friend's key to Grammercy Park, he took me there and we eat under the still green and olive branches that mild twilight through. He had something to telime, he said, something of a life BLASTED BY A WOMAN'S CAPRICK and falsehood, of a skeleton of misery that eat 8t bis table and presided over his young children. How he had sbut himself away from women and the world as far as he could, under the disgnise of pride. How, dreading the elighted scandal, for the sake of his bovor and that of his chil- dren, e had suffered her to keep hor place, knowing that he only was con- bcious of her wrong. How she repmd this forbearance by hoaping his life with in- tolorable small miseries. Not that he told me the story In this way. At first he only said that he sras Gohappy, that home for years had been only a name, and when Ireminded bim that I o001 not listen to such words from him, he let e judgo the cose. Ho bLad tried to forgot he liad a heart and found 1t impossible. He was drawn to me becauso my ead and solitary lot in another sense_accorded with his own. He had been interested in me long ago, ho knew I had the tastes of a Isdy—bhe was pleased to sy the finest Iady he ever knew—and he fancied he read inmy eyes that L could never be anyibing but trueto himin word or thought. All legalbar- riers between us should be quiotly removed, if 1 Sould macry him. He would assert his rignt to Dappiness in that case—for any other womun ho did uot care to pay the price. Fate was surely jealous of me when she offer- od tais future. 3 “1Tow can I take this,” I cried, ¢ at the price of ANOTHER WOMAX'S DISGRACE?" He was not angered, ho looked down more tenderly even at me niter that speech. Tocould have loved bim for the nobility in his face, “Do vou think I could deal unkindly with the woman I once loved? O, Katio,” he said witha gort of groan, “ it kills me yet to think of bring- ing unbappiness on her. Icannot ses her, I cannot touch her withonts recoil, and yet I suffer daily for her enke. You will say as sho oes very likely, thatonly women know sny- thing of love. If thisis tms{‘ with an attempt fo mmile, *af least we men_know how to foei tortare 1f we o not love. Kate, sce here.” ‘He took my hand, O, 8o delicately,and laid my finger on bis pulse. 1t was_like & fine blade playing under the surface. I seemed to feel its edge. working through at evory beat farther and farther. Butas I held my finger there, the wiry countless throb softencd to s full and gentler flow. 1 pitied him, T can't tell bow much. I ehould like to have thrownmy arms round him sud comforted him as his mother in her grave might Fave done. I wished he wera my brother, to pat my cheok against lus, and lot bim feel it vearn toward him with sympathy. He would not keep my hand though, but put it awaygently, covatously, lingeringly. 'T wish I know how to comfort you,” was all 1 could say. « think you conld make me forget that alt this micerv ever happened,” he said with that smile out of pain that made tears come with its pathos and its bravery. 44Y AM AFRATD TO ASK YOU AGAIN, EATIF. 1 could not keep one womsn's hear:, while I worshiped her. How can I gain another's with what she found 8o worthless 7" It was my friend speaking theo, the trmest gontleman, the most genorous nsture I had ever Enown. 1 stopped bim, with one hend on his s. hp"lc ‘breaks my heart to hear you talkso. Why ehonld you deprociats yoursel{ when the best women that lives might be proud of your notize ? Let me ba your friend, 3r. Reynolds. I am ~omly a poor littlo buokléeper "— He stopped mo with a prond gesture. “No more of that., Let me be judwe.” 1t was not entreaty, but command, that I could not restst. I was axbamed to speal: in that strain longer, I felt ns rich, a8 proud as be, and s tone had made me s0. T don't know what to suy,” I confessed. “It seems as i 1 could not feel' more for you than I do, and yet I know it is not love. Iwish I were youresister, for then I vould love you like tlus, and_dare to show it without mistake.” * Wonld you, sweet 3" he said gratefully, as if & word of kindnees were ararity. “You will make me want to be your brother, too, and such » wish is far eaough from me now. ¥ waot you inmy home, and my beart, whero no onocan take you fromme. We will have a now home, one that the ehadow has never entered,”’—he shuddered at the word,—* and your window ghall bo full of red roses and heliotrope the year round, and you ghall o"lptn the books in my library that lio with the dust on them these two years, for 1 cau't go into the room since the evemng I fonnd those two standing in the firelight with their arms ronnd each other, and her lips,” he recollected himself with & sort of sob. 0 Katie, take me away, and let me live’ with yon smong flowers and music and things that will let me forget that terrible dreary houso and the coldness there, which prays sometimes for my toriure, and sometimes OFLY FOR MY DEATH.” Are there such women? I remembered that he married ber & poor, proud girl with wealthy re- Iations, aud that ho had done eversthing for her family. .Ha was the proverb of The Mills for his devotion to her, And yet I scemed toemellthose roses in my bowor-window! We rose and went home, under the uncon- acious curfew of boarding-house decorum, for St. Gieorge's clock was tolling 9. lle came in, secing that the parlor was deserted. #1 don's see,” I eaid epeakiug out the thoughts my mind Lad been busy with, * how any woman could trest you #0. I never knew of such a one.” With a sad, slow motion ke turned back his sleeve a little, and began to undo the eavy gold buttons at his wrist, then stopped and turned the cuff back again. “ You do not know what women can do, thank God," he maid quietly, 8sif wislung to dismiss tuat subject. = I was shocked at my own question, and gaid I Was eorry. “Don’t you know,” he said, with that slow, sweet light rsing in his eyes, those beautiful eyes bis mother left him, * that I sm long past judging your acts and words? I'm not sure I shouldu't think whatever you might propose was right. Or, if it was wrong, it wouldn't make much difference. I SHOULD LOVE YOU THE SAME.” With & proud eort of depreciation in his face. Why, this was love! The love I dresmed of for the Betla Donna. And this proud man felt it for me. I stood dazed, thinkiug. “ Have you mnothing to tell me?"” he asked gently, with very Lttle of hope in his voica. “You cannot say that you love me ?" standing over me with |ndnl§enl. wistful eyes. 4] don't know," I said, looking up squarely. 4] Jove you, but not as you wish. vet. Idon't want to lose you; but O, don't you think you could ot along Wwith me as a friend ? I could really e you better than any oue lso that way ?” A curious, amusing smile settled on his face. «You bardly know what you are saying. my dear. You are mot su advanced young lady, deeply intelligent in the wauts of her own na- ture and.of ours—happily. Suppose I let you think awhile and find out if you waat me. Will to-morrow do " “0 no—" A veek then?" “Impossible.” g 1 shall give you a month, and if you make your mind up sooner you will let me know? Let o anyhow find & note at the St. Denis when I coms, the very first evening. I cannot wait till Tacoyou. Mrs. Grim may have denounced vis- itors and put out the gas, 88 ghe is doiug now in tho hall. YOU WOULD KIS8 ME?” B for unconsciously I had half upturned my lips to s in the impulse of the moment, answering an cqually unconscious impulsb of his. *Do you think I could ever kiss your lips and forget them? You may want me to forgot, you know?" He was so winning I should like to have given myself to him then and there forever. Lut I decided to wait. «t1t was to comfort you,"” I owned, my chesks aflame, . - +And you sball comfort me,” he said to him- self, and I was beld lightly, firmly, tenderly an instant while he kissed me as a fond mother might, holding passion back with & coutrol that made me admire hum still more. If Mrs. Grim had seen | = Half the month is gone, and I am undecided whether to take the fortune which lics in my way or fight it out to the end alone. Whether to inke advantage of Edith Roynolds’ fault, and securs the place she held so lightly—is ono question. Not even her husband thinks her ab- golutely guilty a8 the term is applied to wives. She had & lover, it is true, with whom she cor-. responded secretly, in the most passionate terms, to whom she allowed an intimacy.which any jury of husbands wouid pronounce suf- ficient raason for discarding hor. If convention- alism or the rewains of principle have kept hor from the last step, onght I to allow full punish- meut to bo meted to her? Bhe was a bad moth- er, teaching her children to dislike and insul their father. Sho wos a miserable wife, exulting in her power over him through his morbid dread of scandal, at one timo threatening escapades which would bring everything to light, et anoth- er defying bim to procure release from ber. She married him hastily, and tells him that sho has hated him ever since. Yet she ia & most modest, matrouly woman in appearauce, with nothing of the tiger about her, BAVE IN THOSE HIOT EYES, that are always full of noon light. I wish I knew whether this love or affection T have for Mr. Reynolds would do to marry on. 1 am certainly bappy in hiscompanionship, fond of being petted and deferred to, and not un- gratoful forit, Perhaps if I marry him I might grow desperately fond in time, fond enongh to run_to the garden gate to meet him, to nestle my bandin bis arm, to stroke his forehead? O denrno? Idon't think I ever could stroke his side-whiskors 85 I have seen wives do, nor pull his mustache playfully. If he would only give me Teava to keep hin books for him, and bo near him the rest of his life, on such terms a8 we are now, I think it would suit. That wos not the way I loved once. e was Dot strange to me, nor like a croatare of differ— ent nature, but like the other half of my own self,-with the same tastes and wishes. It was Jike'boing with another dear girl, his temper was &0 sunuy, and frank, and sweot. That was the man I loved, not the one who weakly forscok me. At that thought my heart sears over again. I phall never love Any more. I can't love, the passion is gono out of mo, and L may as well five with this man who wants me, and be loved the rest of my life a3 to be alone, and ill-favored and uncared for. And I mighz make another comfortable, and—O heavens! I HAD FORGOTTEN ALL ADOUT THAT MORTUAGE ! 1f there was any wey in the world to get out of it beside! I have tried to borrow money, and been abashed at my own boldness, but stradgers prefer other secunty, aud all tho friends who might help mo have faken this terriblo year for me to be away in Europe. at Yosemite, or at death's door with wasting sickness. I wonder if the doctors would lend me money if I should agree to leavo_them my body after I were dead, for dissection? Or would they take me alive to experiment on with poisons? I think I could suffer corroding sgovies to know I left mother sefely provided for. I have no way to make this dresdful money. I could 1ot earn it by working extra hours in years, and there isn't » sonlI could go to and ey, “ This money would be the saving of my mother’s bome, and my poaco and life—can yon help me to it ?"—because 1 should die of the thame, and they would look at me as a thief, or as one of theose dreadful women who go eround 28 they call it trying'to “beat’’ pcople out of their money. _ Is there anything 50 sweot in tho face of hezven and earth'as tho look of gold—plenty ofit? Haif of my employer’s wine bill for a weason would put me boyond care, or one of the stones out of the nng be wears, Woald be give it to me if I were to ask forit? Or if ke did, would the pain be any less bitter? 0, God, was ever a poor girl o shut up to what her conscience and taste revolt from? I il wait one day more to see what comes of it. Thoy told me to-day that the times were 80 Bbard they would bave to reduce my salary from $15 8 week t0 512. And that §3 extra wasall I bad to depend on for motker's littls extras. 1 have written to Mr. Reynolds to come. He is coming to-morrow, and I have done my best to meet bim with = lighter heart. To make my affairs_casier, which 15 tho eurcst way to make one’s face bright, I have taken s room- matein my nATTow quariers, to divide the space and the rent. Sheis a medical student of ad- vanced ideas, yho bas aiready anoounced her views of marringe a8 a contracs to be repudiated at pleasure, and her willingness if she loved a man_to eacrifice everything for him.: Such sentiments are unwolcome to my Puritan ears, but the change gives mo that three dollars for mother, aad fifty cents to buy & new ribbon to wear for the man who is coming. Itis generous of hium tolove as he haa done. Can 1 bo generons too, or must I always feel my regard is paying s debt to him ? I beliove L sce how some exce&x;unfl men prefer to love a poor | woman rather than an heiress. It was dinner timo ywhen he came, and I was glad to have people out of the way for fiftecn minutes. The gas was_down, of course, from economical motives, and I did not see whero ho stood for s moment, when ¥ was'held and kissed '"dqumcd over till I was fit to cry because I could not ba 80 bappy mxself. “ I may k188 you, may I not?" ho said first,— he fs go thoroughly the gentleman even in love- making,—but I don't believe I answered. But “be was go glad and so kind, 8o much brighter and gayer than [ haye ever seen him, that it made me pleased at my power over bim. Itis very sweet to make another happy. Ie brought mo a little dismond charm in the shape of a star to ‘wear at my watch chain. “You know I can't bring you a ring just yot,” he whispered. Afterward he told me that s . THE SUIT FOB DIVOLCE was begnn before he came to me, and would bo carried through very quietly, as his wealth en- ables bim to do. - If § had known it was xo mer- cifula Proceeding. 1 ehould havo asked for it bofore,” he said, and I began to feel a murder- ess. Ho will go away again to-morrow, aud not see me till all'is over. I begged him not to tell mo anything about it, but as 1 stood withmy head | on Lis shoulder, a frowning shada seomed to Fise and thrust mo awsy, hissing *‘my right, my right” in my ears. Can L ever call that shoulder my rest, or will ‘thet shado forever assert 1Ly claimy?” TLat was all aaid on the subject, and when the Heydens' cbildren came in sfter doesrs, we wero ialiing over the new magazine he bronght me, not a fresh one this timo, butone he had been reading in the cars. */I wanted you to share sometliing that was mine,” he said, and I under- stood him. I used to steal off with Sidney's papers afcer he was done with thom, and go 4p stairs 1o read them when thers were frash ones lying on the breakfast table. He would not ssk me to walk, nor would o stay long, ho was 80 carefal of ‘me, in ways I never should have thought of ; but b was 0 marry, aud snch splendid companythat I had no gloomy thoughta when e loft. But he didu't kiss me any more like my mother. 1 didn't know there could be such difforence between two persons’ kisses. I think tho pres- sure of woft lips irritates one. A man's kiss should be firm snd clearly printed. I believe T am too old to care for kissing. Anylow, there is an end of it for two weeks, and I'm free for that timo. He ssked me to call him by his name without athonghtof its odlity. Freling- Buyaen| My dear Frolioghuysen’t hat & mouthfal! To thinkof his highly-respectad and money-making parents giviag such a name to & baby. I suppose he was & baby once. I wonder if he would let me suggest » more atylish mode of wearing his whiskers, That English ** mutton-chop ” isa shape I particularly detest. And if he would only give up wearng fine cloth of a morniog or for travel as he does, it would be so munch more gentlemanly, aud be- coming too, Five days, and HE I8 HERE AGATN. Just for an hour, a8 he passed throngh town. Coming with loads of flowers and books in white bindings, an _exquisitely ‘bound set of Mra. Browning. It is mice to be worshiped so. And nfter ho was gone there came sn elegant cashmere shawl. Iadmired it while the doctor was at breakfast, and hurried it into my trunk. It wid look well some time, but just now my oldeilkis bardly it to wear with it. And such a hat 28 he has sentme, with the kindest-hearted note begging me to induige him in sendiog me things since be must deny himself the pleasure of seeing me. It seoms as if I bolonged to him more—vwhen h 18 choosing them.” My dear, kind Frelinghuyzen, your taste in pictares is un- impeachable, but I cannot wear such & bar- baric _bonnet. It is a Fourteonth street chef d'euvre, snd tho resonrces of the work- room are exhausted on it. It has black and blue plumes, huge kmots of bluo ribbon and branches of pink roses, and a deluge of lace. The doctor admires it immensely. I bad to tell her it was & present, and as she ap- proves of presonts on principle her gratification was sincere. _She has hinted that if the style is not what I profer she will take it off my hands, Not quite, my doctor. 1 like the love it shows it I don’t like the bonnet. But I . AUST PUT A BTOP to fhis mending presents. I wonder if my new existenca 18 to be one of fine bonnets, vellum bindings, aud reading poetry. Fre- linghuysen says we shall read the poets aloud, and the idea makes me nervous. I never could bear to hear people read aloud, and have 10 Jook up to catch their eyes at thoe right mo- ment, since Sidney went. ~And I very much pre- fer s good novel, read to myself, on a loungo. It roats and amnses mo. I'm tiredof the intense in booke—lifa has had enough of that as it has for most people who can say in truth thoy bave lived. And I think I like Misa Braddon better than Mrs. Browning. Sidney did not read to mo much, We always found enough to talk about, and his sayings had the ease and vivacity of a man used to the world. Frelinghuysen's sentiment has & by-gone flavor of the stylo of twenty years ago. If ho know to how much better advantage Lie appears in prac- tical affairs he wonld let lus life apeak for pim, gentle and noblo as that always is, He came in silently the other night and stood ‘before me, serions and yet glad, with a look that moved mo deeply. For the flrst time since that night when Lo came to me, he folded me in his arms, “I can touch you, my darling, now WITHOUT DEGRADING YOU,” be sald, below his breath. Am I ungratoful be- yond my kind that I shrank from him, snd folt ns it I wanted not to see him sgain? But see the delicacy of the man, When I told him I thought we ought to wait a year before marriage, for divorce ecemed more solemn than death, ha carassed my hair unoonsciously without answar- ing & while, aod then said in the same low tone that he had somo such thought too, but bardly know how to speak of it to me, for fear it would seem like undarvaluing my love. I caunot holp it. We goem £o be standing on tho grave of ono mar- dered. Yot with the guilt there is forgetfulness, when we two geem to be all there1s in the world, and he ig 80 ready to lay down his life to make me bappy that I often fecl s0. He wants to take me away from this diemal place. X will not have that—Gower street suddenly bas grown cheer- ful in my oyes with its bright little old brick houses, its clean sunken pave- mont where the lindens sre dropping their yel- lowing leaves. I can stay here far better than I can o my escape to that man befors I marry him. DBy-and by the handeome little house ho showed mo up-town will bo mine, with ita bay window, and illuminated balconies, and jardi- nieres flaming from steps to attic, Idon't tho illuminated iron-work, though he evidently expected me to aamire it Sidney made me fas- tidious about things, for his taste was faultlens. l.\l l\lmnder il my owner will ever consent that I shal DEMODEL THAT HOUSE. It is lot farnished now, bat he took me in for a glimpse of it by the tensnt's leave. Idon't think I should ever.like to live mmong things that some one elsa had been using, with their personalify marking it in gofa-arma and chair- covers. How ehall I livein that gorgeous little parlor, with its grapes and roses underfoot in moquette &t six doliars ayard? And that in- laia rosewood with scarlet satin cushions drawn and piped after the upholsterer’s own heart! Ihale inlaid furniture, and piped cush- ions, and rosy carpets, and gilt bird-cages, and verde sntique chandeliors. I would have one room fall of the bloom of slaty grays, lit with daad gold and hints of roso, at ono side the sun— shine, at the other banks of azalins or gersuiums fresh’ with bloom from year's ond to year's end. _Avother Inale little room fitted with dolicate frills and chintzes, full of - frail crystal and engravngs, and cabinet zcenes full of color. 1 would rather have an 1vy in froot than thoso gilded rails and crest- ings. What ailed the Reynolds paintings that they looked 80 common-place? Porhaps it was the gilt frames, perhaps pictares dons by nice conventional gentlomen don't always get within more than speaking terms with Naturo. I would rather have my priot window. I privately sus- Poct my owner bas:he sentiment of an old maga- zino, and the gorgeons tastes of & Jow. And 1 am to live on moquetto vintages, sud presido over & perpotusl succession of gamp suppers; A RICH, THIRD-BATE EXISTENCE. I wanted so little of life, but I wanted that the best. The gallant loyal gentleman to whom T huve bound myzelf for life also desires mo to ad- mire * Bimdweed,” when it is ono of the firet ar- ticles of my creod that poetry not of the highest order is worso than uscless. And how I tire of the false moralizing and crude aspiration of that popular third-rate poem sod all of its kind, Have I mot also s copy of George Eliot’s **Spanish Gij y " 88 8 present, with morked pasesges, aud don't Iavoid look- ing inside the covers religionsly? _Have I sold Tyveelf to a life mith 8 man who will desire me toread third-rate essays and rhymes continu- ally? Isupposo his busivess will keep him away from the house dsytimas, and it compels Joup abeences. With the aid of theso Intervals of froedom L will endeavor to exist. I shall Bave flowers, and lace, and my own room, Which will not have tho dreadfal moquette carpet, and the Bella Donos will hang there. I must keep my bargain. And there is my mother! * The last time I eat in this roommy mignonetto bloomed on the floom onthesill. Now the snow is heaped Iswoodon e .. THE VERGE OF A GREAT CRDME. With my nature, which bas ita preferences more distinct than thoge of most women, it would sim- Ply have beea ruin for me to marry that man. He stayed two days, with one of the womanli- est of women—reading us through and through. When he went, motherand 1 hada long after- noon together, and in the dusk she began talk- wilbou; lova. e took me {0 my mother last autumn for a uf:mn. Ve was not s romantio thing, ehe said, but more like daily bread, s necessity, and tho older one grew, the more one needed it. Love " was the eame thing in essence, betwoen mother and cluld, or {riends, orman’ and woman. Only when two people fitted oach other especially, it grew intenso enough to be kuown as love. This did not mean that they were alike, but that their leading beot and temper were congenial. Where this attrac~ tion was pot found, 1t wae useless to force its wib. Its absence was s sign aot to ba dis-" regarded, that peopls ought Dot to try to live to%ekhsr in the most intimate relatious. ‘Duty, mother,” I sud half recklessly, will help s womau through more than romaniic pas- ‘sion.” 1 have been married thirty years,” mother said, calmly, “aud 1 found that LOVE A¥D DUTY TOGETHER were not more than euough to carry me throngh wha$ a woman has to bear.” 1 wes dumb at that epeech. She sbonld have 10 lies from me. She was too keen-sighted to accept them if I had offered them. ** You have the warm Craigie blood,” she went on, * and you will never be ableto live ten years with & man for whom you feel so little 2s you do for AMr. Reynolds. He is fondof yom, ho wor~ ehips your ateps, sud sach love wanta return. Do you think he will not find out bow you care for him in three woeks ? You have no right to cut a man's heart up in this way. Either sof your hoart to finding out a way tolove him dearly, ordo the honorable thing and don't let him change his 1ifo off for & woman's empty form. e looks at you keenly sometimes, a3 if he were surprised at you, aa when you sang that song for him last night so coldly.” Yow could I sing Schumann's * Dedication ™ with his arm round my shouldom— . Thou art my soul, thon art my he: Tuou both my J‘:; i Such words were too great a mockery to uttar, when I had supg thom to Sidney often, and my ‘heart yet held THE ECHOES OF ITS ANCIENT FEELINOS. How was it that love for a man that I knew to be worthless conld yet hold such possession of odd nooks in my heart? Itisnot so much the cbject of love, as devotion itself, that-iota- ences women's minds, and it will not bear tam- pering with. Did God mske us g0, or are we wilifal idolators ? “But mother,” I gaid, in self defonse, *‘at least he knows I am gratefal to him, and he is contented with that.” +Wonld you be contented # & man you loved was morely gratefnl 2" No anawer. I wag trying to think how I should get ont of tha conversation. b Glufd. said mother suddanly, *what are 7ou golag to marry thia man for? His money " “ For your sako, wother,” I answered boldly, striking courago. “For me!” sho eaid musingly, and after a little. “I might have ssen it before.” And there wers no more words for a long time. She did not speak of the subject more that evening, but in the night [ heard her say, whon she thought me asieep: $ ¥ FAVE LIVED TOO LONG, 0 LoRD! " 1 kmow why she talked to me s0. Bhe married my father for a home, her wisters said, and though she grew to be very fond of him after a while, the burden of those eariy years of mar- ringe was always s bitter remembrance. In the morning she only said this: “Don't think I want to kesp you from a hiappy home and good care because you don't happen to love your busband as well 83 ho does you. I have beena Soar woman all my life and know what it is, and I'm sorely tempied to let things 0 their own way and bring you reat and wealth. But T see how yoar shoulder creeps away from him when he comes too near, and [ dou't wantta see your hard life made hardest of all by marry- ing where you don’t love.” made no anawer sgaln; but Ivowed that come what would, of love or the want of love, L would marry Mr. Reynoldsif Iliked him ten times leas than I did, but mother should kmow rest in ber last days. Five weeks after he came to takems back again. Mother was better, and I wns eager to bein the rushof city life where people didn't stop to ask the meaning of things so much. IT FRIGHTENED AND ANNOYED ME to find the reauty of this mao's passion., I was tired of being smothered in close embraces, of finding bhis eyes upon me wherover I movod, and of his miute appoals for & retarn of his caresses. It seemed pitiful for me to take the fondness of that large warm heart, and give skillfully-concesled ropugnsnce in re- tarn. I, whoso life at lesst had been clear ss noon, was acting, seting, all day long, full of artifice and coqustries that I was glad to invent for keeping him at a distance. I was cruel in my exacting judgment of the man. His slight- ost failings seemed absurd and intolerable, whon 1knew if there had been the least real affinity between ns I conld have overlooked everything but orime. Yet I inade love to him. I stood in the porch one night kissing the curls of his hair one by one, becaiuse it pleased him. I learned to call him all gorts of tender names, all but ths one he wished to hear me call him—my husband. Lips refused, though tho heart would have bid- don them obey. T wish you would remove your restriction,” ho gaid, impulsively. * We may both be dead before the year is out, and I do not want to die without my happiness. If you shonid go they ‘might put me in your_tomb for all the goed life will bo to me. Have I not suffercd enough al- ready? Itrests with you to eay.” 4 You want me so much as that 2" Igaid, reck- lessly putting up my lips, for Ihad growa so bold since 1 did not care for anything. * You will be sorry, bat YOU ¥AY HAVE YOUR WaAT.” “Thenin thres weeks you wear my wedding ring. :and good-by Laetitia Reynolds that was,” o said through his set teeth, speaking to some vision of his own. Before I le(t the porch 1 had promised to marry _him, and go at ouce to Europe, out of the way of gossip, and he had Xissed me like death befors he let me go. Liko death, did I say? Before morning wo wero called in haste to see my mother die. She bad taken cold on the lungs, and though none of us dreamed of her| danger, congestion came on, and @ lier suffering a8 short s it was sharp. In the gray light of the late morning I sat alone with my dead. and learned whav I would not learn from her living. She was gona for whose sakeI had wanted to do this crime, dead because she wanted to be, gone out of my way, Dot to be & temptation and burden to my youog life. 8o her last words Lad told me. Now f knew that this marriago of passion and interest could never bo. : “Let me alone,” I #aid coldly to the man who loved me, “till this is over.” And he thought grief had usurped my benrt, and gently respect- ed my wish. So when my de=d love was laid away in ber grave, I met him only as & stranger, rememberiug with an effort tha: long azo he must hava been very kind to me. “Come sway with me,” ho said softly, and I crept to his side, feeling more glad to bo near him tban I bad been for weeks, and glad of the great tenderneas that would shelter and find ex- case for me evon now. I forced mysalf to tell him how I loved bim, as a friend or a child whom he had befriended, but I was NO MORE FIT TO BE IS WIFE than any womsn he might pick up out of the slreet, as faras the love moant that he wanted. How for the sake of the dead, and weary of my ‘bars bard life, I bad sold myself toLim, and denth had opened my eyes. How I loved him o littlo that I preferred to go back to my desk, and the pale, cold life which Lisd beea mite for tie rest of my life rather than marry him. I bad deceived and wronged him more deliberately than Lo had been wronged before, but my pun- isbment wontd be life-long. 1 rhould’ never tasta bappioess again. He coutd not take it in, but he made me #ay it over in every way till ke sathered strengthto meet the sharp strcke to hu pride Lke aman, Inthat hour ho was su-~ premely oble. - +1 must be infamous withont knowing i, since the two women I would Lave given my life for find it impoeaible to love me,” was all the roproach he gavo, The next moment hoe put astdo thought of himuelf to soothe and tlunk of me. 1 wiill not diepsto choice.” he said, + but you are ot ;?oing ek 1o that wretched life again. 1t will kill you.” z * I'deserve it ahould,” I conld not help saying. #1t sou will not let me love you, surely AS AN OLD FRIESD I nny stand between yon and this {ate,” he eaid sorrowfuliy. * I cannot bear to think of you in that office again, and desolate in that curious honse. T shall not ask your leave to love you, for yon gave mo that, and caunot take it back 2gain. And I must have my way io this.” I think it will bo my fate to love this man end- lessly, now that he 1s lost to me. In eversthing he was exquisitely generoas, aod why could I not care more for him? We had done wrong to gain our ends, and I think our love wouid have been poisoned anghow, Of the two, I wronged him mors than Laotitis—and a flame seems to “’1“;‘.‘,‘3 ‘!nt);;bw‘ and %flnsums itas I say so. get (have coms back to my old place whe: evarything is doubly hard, the {luaaupouiugs, by surmises, tho coolnesa in thehouse. No matter; Icanbear it better than what I meant to do when T left here. In tho suow-light that licg about that grave in tho country, I have Seen things as they are, and heard a voico saying + THIS IS THE WAY, WALE YE IN IT.” I have wrocked all hoos of happiness, but the cold, still peace -which mmay come is worth more that'the pride and plessore thab wonld hav been 8o dearly boaght. Now ti:eihe is gone, love my friond more deeply than I thougnt Poe- sible. 1 could not think of being his wife ; less than hia friend I mover can be. Friend! I wish I wero hie child, to eerve him till his lifo's end. The last thing he did over- came. me_with remorse. Now xather was gone I would let the bomestead go too. All that "I shonld ever want of earth for my owa would be narrow ivdeed, and this had been nearly redecmed at too high & cost. It was part of my penancs to let the old home go. But it waamy friend who bought it and sent mo the titlo deeds #0 mysteriously that ouly by ipstinet I divinsd they wore from him, and returned them. It was he who seut mo the nomination fur teachor s Chapel HAl, to freo me trom this city bondage. 1f remorso wore less keen, I might have taken that; but what favor can I.accopt at his hands that would not sting e to death with its kind- ness. T could only bear lifs in tho old gloom and ::‘x‘l; ::"; strip mo o!l Aoy gain from my wrong I 3 inte it at —. jardine 1 pim iy ast.—Dora Jai in the HUMOR. A serub race—TWasharwomen, Scott-laud—Pennsylvavia.— Graphle, d-—-To keep food on m weak stomach—bolt i lown. —It must have heen after night when tha devil gtemx the garden of Edou, g ek Eve. —As appropriato to the scason, a2 Toledo’ woman muzzled her husband to kzep him from lduum‘}; the chambermaid. —Why is grass Like a penknife? DBecause the 8pring briugs out tue blades. —The article chiefiy sold at most fancy fairs— The visitor. —4 gentleman Tate one evening met his ser- vaut. *'Hello! where are yougomg at this time of thenight ? for no good, I warrast.” ©Lwas ot for you, sir” was the xoply. —Latest from Frauce, by privato cablo. *The Impenalists are contidently expecting a triamph- ant success—over the Lefr.” —The socret ont: Graves, the milkman, lur- ried away from the AMill River iood for for the water might get into his milk-cans. Tho firat case of tue sort on record. —A New Bedford paper tells a story sbout & shop-keeper, who advised a lsdy customer to bay two mahair switches wstoad of one, as the ar- ticle was becoming scarce. He aid thatthe man whom he hired to hunt moes had only canght two within a fortnight. —1t is sometimea the privilege of tho lovor to be, st ono and the sum Lime, 1o o Kituatious. ‘When beside his mistress lie muy also bo beside elf. —A Liverpool woman, to shield her husband, who was charged with removing the end of her nose, swore thag she bit it off berself. —A_Georgis negro who bot 310 that Gen. Washington commanded the Federals at Buil Bun. handed the mouey over with the remark: “Well, yere List'ry busiuess is all mixed up, anyway A Novads Iady rocently took unfair advan- tage of hr husbsnd’s unnsual induigence in & batk to elopa with another man, and the be- reaved one sxprasses tho conviction that she Liad been awaiting tie opportunity for months. ~Mr. Roderick shot Mr, Graves in Nashville Inst week beeause o wonld not pay his Dhu. —* How like ita father it is!” exclaimed the nurse, on the occasion of tho chrisiening of 3 baby whose father was over 70, aud had married a young wife. * Very likely,” ropliod a sarcastic lady; **1t hasn't a tooth in 18 head.” —\Why should a magistrate bo very cold? Becanse he represents just-ice. —Another sure indication of the approach of tho croquet scason—Indics ordenng gaiters a couple of sizes too umall for thewm. . —When & member of the Boston Common Gouncil talks too long the borod Land him & cacd inscribod : ** Hire & hall 1" _—Ths collecting of nn infamous dog-tax in Sionx City has compolled one poor man to take Lischildren out of school that they may go to work and earu money 1o pay the law's 6xact10ns. —A Michigan paper satcastically romarks that “ A fowof tns Marquetto ludies observed Doco~ ration Day last Sawurdsy. Their efforts, howe ever, were all contined to their own persopa.” —'The Worcester Press speaks of o contempo- rary who hires & small boy to coms in at inter- vals with = step-ladder and dust off the tops of hix ears. —Une of our fashionablo yonths donned his first silk hat ana cigar Saturday evemng. He got along well enough with the cigar, but he had %o give up the hat,—it made him sick at the stomach. —Bohemian's rendezvous: *‘Moot ms by moonlight—a loan is ali that I ask of thee.” —** What comes after T ?" asked a teacher of » pupil who was learniug the alphabet. He re- ceivod, the bewildoring roply: * You do—ta keo I'm not much for shtump-spokin’,” de- clared a candidate at Dudbuqae, **but for honesty f:]d. capacity and intogrity, L bat the divil,—s0 0.” —ALt & recont mosting of a society composed of men from the Emerald Isle, a member made the following motion: **Mr. President, I move yees that we whitewash tho ceiling green, in barnor of the owld flag.” —A lady remonstrated with her busband on her being left to herself a good desl, and she on's words—** Happiness was born a es, dear,” replied the hushund, ** bus not & Siamese twin." —According to the Cornell Times, five misnce are practicing rowing st that University. 'Fhey ougut to beat any crew in the world, for at the start they have gone five miles—each misa being 28 good a4 a milo. —Waebster's Dictionary contains over 50,000 words, Jones says that whon ho came Lome lats the other night, in the space of fifteen minutes Ius wife applied them all to lum, Including some extra oues, aud the fire-sbovel. Good for Mrs Jones! —A miss, npon whose flaxen curls the suns of fourteen summers had shed their fervor, came Lome the other afternoon, weeping a8 if her heart would break, and meeting a playmate, exclaimed, in a paroxywm of grief, +*0, Dora, we were en: gaged to be married, and 'Charley's gob the meacles!” —An old lady ia Massachnsetts, beoing in formed that a dam above the village where sht lived was liable to give way, immediately wished for a pair of clean white stockings, saying in ox- planation vhat sho once saw s woman straggling in the waters, and that sho floated fect upward. —The Rochester Chronicle uays Lucy Brone doesn't believe that ladies ought to change their names merely because they marry, Lucy mar ried a chap named Blackwell, and ont of compli- ment to their parents the children will naturally tako both their names and will be called Stone- Blookwell ; and if oneof 'em should marry Brown-Sequard, and their children should mars rs— Btop a moment, my son. Take breath. 1 [—A lectarer on optics, in, explainiog the e chanism of the organ of vision, remarkoed: “ Let any man gaze closely into bis wife's ero, and he will sce himself looking so exceedingly small that "— Here the lecturer's voice wal drowned by shouts of laughter and applsuse which greeted hiz scientific remark. —#You have too much baggage,”sald i Gamet Wolseley to an officer during the * au- tumu maneuvres” £wo or three years ago. The officor pleaded permission to keop what bis portmantean contamed, but Bir Garnet ro- atricted him to shat was absolutely necessary, Thereupon the ofticer took out # small book ané hurled it away, saying, * That isthe only nse lees thing in my portmantesn.” It was & copj of Bir Garnet's * Boldier's Pocket-Book.” —A man who was scen_coming oat of a Texar pewepaper office with his mose eplit open, ont eye gonged ont, and an ear chawed off, explaine to a policeman that he was not a3 subseriber t¢ the paper—he had simply entered the office tc ascertain if the editor was in. *‘And he was in,* he mournfally added. A youth I will call George was engaged te be marnied, but was financially unable to call iz the minister. His afianced wanted tho affair brought to a finale, but George kept putting het off with promises, maviog ho was not able tc marry, etc., ete. Finally sbe said, Desh Gauge, 1 am willing to merTy sou, if we bave to live or bresd and water." = ¢ Well, well,” cried “Gauge” *you farnish ths bread, aud I'll try snd skirmish around snd hunt np enmough . water.”—TIndianapolis Herald. —The Burlington Hark Eye eays: * Nizht be- fore last 4fr. Turockmorton, who lives on Soutt Hill, staid down-town yery lato, beiog preatl; interested ip a game of drsw poker and trim- mings. When he got home ue was so doeply af- fected by the trimmings and the memory of hk I=st hand, which somebody had played wazes cards op him, that, iostead of uulocking thy door bo crashed through a window acd mank te the floor in repose. jown came his wife, half- way down-ptairs, ‘3Ir. Throckmorton,” ahe ened, *aro you hurt? _Did you call 2 ¢ Cal Tothin," he respopsively murmured. “Call? ] raise o twenty chips!” Yoa call'’? you wantta Higl"