Evening Star Newspaper, July 16, 1881, Page 6

RELIGIOUS NOTES. — Rey. T. J. Aiken, pastor of Rock Run Pres- Chureh, Cecil county, Md., has re- —Statistics from eleven states show that ‘while there are in them 749 vacant Presbyterian @arches. there are only 551 ministers without eqxngregations. “WANTED, A COOK.” RUNNING AWAY FRO! I may as well say at once better of my | I went up to : Twlahed to" see some” special’ Spot ery gh mpor) your seat comfortable?” I thang mother_the é “Yes, thank you. Please let me return it to best and most indulgent of women—had sent | ¥°U- me, Reginald Hunter, to travel on the Continent before I settled down in life. I was an only son, I refused, of course, and then took the oppor- tunity of observing her more closely. She was strangely beautifal, but not of a common order —Congregationaliam seems to flourish in the | 844d just left college, and was thinking about the | of beauty. I was certain that the other “Cooks” ‘West as weil as in New Eugiand. Thirty-two @warches have been organized in Michigan in ‘the last two years. e — The Bishop of London cives a good reason Qftrae) why young preachers of his denomina- ten should n t discuss the revised version of the New Testament, viz: ‘Because they can hardly construe the original. —The English Bishops, says the London Record, at a recent meeting sre believed to have come to the conclusion that the revised New Testament cannot take the place of the suthorized version in public worship. — The Second Advent Christians of the West, ima convention recently held in Foreston, HL, agreed to a union with the Second Advent e body ciation.” eran) in Towa wecently had the question befure it whether it | was proper for one of its ministers to accept a Bomination to the lezi scus- ston the body said: “No! No politics in theirs.” — Rev. Dr. Alexander McKenzie, of Cam- Didge, Mass., has declined a cail made by the | The idea i ation to Chicago will not be relished, it is to be feared, by Chicagoans. — Dr. L. W. Bacon says the constitution of the American Bible ‘often in every timber.” While it ix ordinarily rhed by @ Ting, its vast property micht be cap et any year by a lot of turers, who should secretly organize for that purpose. — Charles Darwin is reported to have Intely guid: “I have always thought the civilization of Japan was the most wonderful thing in history; ‘but [ am now convinced that what the mission- aries have done in Terra del Fuego in civilizing the natives is equally wonderfal.” — The Episcopalians and Presbyterians taught ‘the colored race how to read, the Methodists how to repent and the Baptists how to be bap- tized. Thus with mind, heart and bedy cleansed they must rise, and they are rising.—Colored Minisier from Ohio at the Toronto Sunday school eomcentian. — The New England Baptist Missionary con- vention, (colored), at its recent session, ex- pelied a Brooklyn minister for “falsehood, de eit. constructive forgery, and having a pin- rality of wives,” and a New Haven minister “for slandering the convention and other im- proprieties.” —A ording to a correspondent ofthe Wa- fist, there are more than 700,000 col- taptist ehurches in the United ia and Eastern nissionaries of ty report that 152 past witha serious a accepted an i to spend Geor: T lat Ferry, has been is absence. — A church in Buffalo is said to have a unique matter on hand for settiement in the case of a younz woman who has hada ¢luss in Sunday- aehool for three years and tended bar in her T's saloon week days during the time. She aye she supposed all along that it was as right for her to se!l the beer or whisky as it was for her co-workers to buy it of her. —The Irish Presbyterian General Assembly has, by a vote of 151 to 109, forbidden the use of ‘a de it Chureh, Har- ‘ally commissioned to act Musical instruments in the worship of its | e@burches. Hitherto the pro ealy ition has applied ly to the half-dezen churches which intro- Gace! the orzan in their services. Now it ap- plies to all the churches. The jon will not op, however, till the law is r —There are eighteen Methodist churches in " with a membership of nearly 4,000. | te amount paid last year by these ort, including their ‘The ac churches for ministerial sup; Proportion of the sa elders, whose distric eity.and exclusive of house-rent, was ‘The hichest salary was was £585, the average bei — Bishop Talbot, of Indiana, said last month ‘at a dioeesean convention that “the employment @f musicians in church choirs whoare irrelizious Persons has a most imjurious tendency, and Should not be en “1.” He said also’ that “im too many ca: worldly spirit has crept fmto the very worst ive ic, the i as of the danger of un- eving souls—ne warning of the wrath to eom — Though the Presbyterians have not gone so fir asthe Con Preparing a cree |. one is coming, and the Ameri- ean committee to consider the advisability of of the Reformed faith as | paring a consenst d in the various churches connected with the Pan-Presbyterian alliance have agreed to recom- mend it to the next mecting, at Belfast. in 1883. ‘The feeling in England aiso apparently favors a Rew consensus, and articles in the denomina- tional papers there are urging the need for such Seourse and the strength and impetus it would give to the Presbyterian church of the world. — We have heard of a race-boat made so nar- Fow and so easy to overset, that the oarsmen had to part their hair in the middle before they took their seats in it, so asto keep it in trim. Bren so there are some churches, some little pastor needs to walk as not to put more weizht pther. itis a yery great e that it takes more grace and a large chureh than a smail one. The largest man is needed for the smatlest place — Keligious Herald. —The Rey. W. A. Robinson, of Cleveland, Ohio, said last Sunday in a sermon: “I believe that the Scriptures teach that early marriage is @ezirable. on says: ‘Rejoice with the wife ofthy youth.” We find the same implication in Isaiah. where the fact 1s used ‘For as a m< man marrieth all thy sons marry thee.’ ‘Therefore take heed to «i Tet none deal treacherously Against the wife of his youth” This same im- Plication occurs a: J again in the teaching Ofthe book. Not that it in any wise authorizes man to rush into marriage before he is quali- support a wife, or before due con- sideration is given to the matter, but if he have @ good trade or profession, or lawful business, which has the reasonable promise of support in ft. and have correct morals, is not that capl- fied to tal? I verily believe the and would be vastly better if ail young people would be content to | if need be. and build Up their fortunes and their homes tozetherasthe Then, again, an early mar- jon of char- ishes a worthy object It saves many the blighting power of many of those temp- inst which the charms of a Christian begin life in a humble v Birds do their nests. Plage secures a more ready assitnils acter and tastes. It fi which stimulates to Industry. tations home in wedlock is the surest protection.” —Mr. Rescoe Conkling was the cause of a Evely detate at a Methodist camp meeting near Northampton, Mass., a few days ago; and the Bev. Jos. Scott. in undertaking to defend the character and abilities of the ex-primate, sud- | @enly found himself in a minority of one. In course of the meeting the Rev. . KR. Nichols, of Greenfield, read an essay on ‘“Min- order to ‘ial Courtes: “in which, in greatest man in ability ‘The Rev. ‘ x Conkling “had been a pablic man and in the Public service. he was a fit subject of public He had no fear of what Conkiing do. “Conkling Las been given a long In spi a aeinn pote “In spite of the ‘nd mous reporter, “that the meeting place, the camp pulpit, checra this utterance.” Tope,” ‘and is inakii #10 hang himself.” pi bar as a suitable profession; but a most discrim- inating uncle having left mea good fortune, I considered that age more suitable for his heir than the generatly recognized and le gal twenty one. My knowledze of Freneh not being great, I | usually found it safer to speak English at the | various hotels. Thus it happened that at Col- ogne. on a certain July day, I marched boldly into the Hotel d’ Albion and requested in English to be shown a good room looking ont on the river. The landlord bowed low and said: | “Exactly so, sire.” Yet I fancied there was | an anxious look on his face as I followed him up the stairs. We passed the first door, then the second; but here T made a stand. “Tam not going up higher.” [ said with true British doggedness. “Veery sorry, sire, but these floor is engaged. | The first floor engaged, the second floor en- gaged, and the third floor is full afl but this room.” Thereupon he threw open the door of what in reality was a small dressing room. “Beautiful view, sire, apacious, and not in the sun.” “Very well,” I said resigned!: for one nicht, I must put up | on earth did ‘as it is only with it.” What ie fellow mean by having all his cnpied? it name, sire?” he next said, and I gave my card and left him to fill-ap ‘the custom- ‘form. After reading “Hunter” out in vari- | ous pronunciations, he remarked blandly: ‘There is a letter for you, sire; I will send it up,” and Pronently © was refreshed with the sight of hon- est English handwriting. It was a letter from m : Y drew a dusty red velvet arm chair to the window, and with the soft summer breeze blog- bo es from the Rhine read the home news. not a little: “TF have been in great trouble, dear Reggie, with the servants. Yesterday cook gave warn see daily the house where he ‘inhabits.’ Then T | much epi not record all that was in it, because fond | interest I felt in this stranger. “I, who had fre- ‘mothers do write a good many things that can- | quented the best society, and had’ seen dozens of not be repeated; but this paragraph amused me | pretty girls who had not made half the impres- thought a great deal more ofa stout, high-col- ored, large-eyed girl, who was one of their party and appeased to be very talkative. But this shy was not very anxious about future briefs. Still | Janet was evidently far too.much above them to T was not to enjoy the good man’s money till I | be popular. What could be the circumstances was twenty-five years old, as he had erroneously | that had made her what she was? “T su our father often omen noe wa “Mr. Smitit has been here before, but I have not,” was the repiy. Janet Smith! Iwas struck dumb. “Smith” seemed such an inappropriate name for this beautiful girl. After atime I started another subject. “Tam so sorry I tore your dragp yesterday; you must think men very stupid.” “It did not matter,” she returned. “I mended it early this morning, before I went to the cathedral.” “Did you go with all tha Coo— all your party,” I added hastily. Janet blused again, and I could have knocked out my brains at my stupidity. And yet after all Janet wasa “Cook.” “No, I went alone: there are some things one likes to see by ones’s self; a cathedral, for in- stance, or a beautiful view.” “Certainly, unless accempanied by a very suitable companion.” zi Janet was not to be drawn on by light con- versation. She did not answer this remark, but looked bree ee before her. Of whom was she thinking? I tried again. G “See, that is the famous Lorelei; in a book I was reading the other day it gave one all the cu- rious legends of these shores.” Janet smiled, and by degrees I found out she knew a good deal more about the “curious legends” than I did, so we talked on this safe subject till Mr. Smith reappeared, sending his voice before him. & ‘ell, Janet, my dear, I see you have some good cor fe “Yanet's face iost all ita antmation; she was in beautiful girl I had seen the a minute the quiet, — before. a w away, almost amoyed at having so our talk, annoyed at the unusual sson on me that Janet Smith was now making. I determined to have nothing more to do wi her; so I carefully avoided her, and seating my- ing because Sir Henry Seymour's footman has self at some distance, said I should now thor- jilted her, and she says it will break her heart to | 0 ly enjoy the view. t Bingen I heard a rush, and before I was. Jane, you know, the pretty housemaid said if cook | aware of the cause I saw that the conductor lad Went she must go. I think this- was her only | marshalled out his party with the speed and reason; but the parlor maid declares she can’t | precision a General might have envied. I had possibly stay, as Tam always ‘changing.’ It is | only just time to catch a glimpse of a graceful the first time this has ever happened, but reaily | figare and bright hair before we left “Cook’s” ationalists in the matter of | by way of d brother as “the opposite bordering on cowardice.” Scott refrain froin say- Mr. Conkling was in this country.” Dr. Wim. Riee, the city librarian of then advanced the o)inion that as | oucht to be polite to | Janet blushed I afh so worried that de see, my dear boy, if you can't make inquiries about a foreign cook for me, French or German. couid not immediately fall in love if they did not know a word of English.” | Fancy asking me to look out for a cook! The | dear mother must have taken leave of her senses. Tlooked at my watch. It was 6 o'clock, and j table @hote was in half an hour. . So I deter= mined to put off going out till after dinner, and prepared to make myself as clean as foreign | Ways permitted. At this moment I heard a clatter of many foot- steps on the stairs; next, the music ¢ ; | Voices, high pitched and_sonorou i f mingled together. must be on fire, or, pei suddenly the truth flashed upon me. There uid be no doubt about it. Iwas in fora ‘Cook's Personatly Conducted Tour.” Abomin- able! Why should they travel where I was travel- ing? They would eat everything up, and, worst of all, they wouid be at the table d’hote. I went down to the dining room with no plea- sant feeling, and awaited their arrivaf with un- disguised annoyance. On they came, clattering down the stairs—men, women, young ladies, young gentlemen; all in the highest of spiri | and, as I had foreseen, ready to eat up every thing. A waiter assigned me a seat, and I found myself between the last of the “Cooks” and a very deaf old lady travelling with a com- panion. I had intended to devote myself lady, but was foreed to give up the atter and seek for some amusement on my other side” The tongues were soon unloosed, and would have drowned the noise of a battle, I believe. | Atthe head of the table sat the conductor; a clever-looking man, who kept tie two “young jadies” at Iffs side in fits of laughter. But the chief of the conversation was kept up by a little | red-haired man, whose every word elicited roars of merriment. The young ladies nudged each other and giggied, exelaiming, “Oh, doctor!” and the matrons panted out, “Reaily, doctor, you're too you have such @ curious way of saying thin, “It’s an awful shame,” I said to myself, “for these sort of people to travel in such numbers. One can have no chance of conversing with in- teresting foreigners.” But at thi startled by my neighbor, a stout, high-colored Britisher, turning toward me with the remark: “I hope you're thinking of Joining our party, re” | “No, thank n going another way.” (At ferventiy hoped so.) rhaps you don’t like a good party. That's ‘e my Janet here: she’s so quiet there's no get- ting her to say anything.” “Janet” was, I presumed, seated beyond the portly man, for I could not catch a glimpse of her. Not that I was at all anxious to do so. At last the dinner was over. Frose, hoping I | should enjoy my next meal better, but in my hurry to get away I trod on a lady's dress. She was in front of me, and whilst my foot was on her skirt she tried to move on. Ina moment I heard the noise of a rent. Now, few accidents are more terrible for a man than when he tears some part of alady’s attire, for it generally brings him into dreadful disgrace with the fair one, and he is very fortunate if he escapes with only afrown. Ibegan to stammer an apology as the lady turned round, and at that moment | my stout neighbor came up, and said in a loud voice: “Well, I declare, Janet! It looks, my dear, as if that dress was done for.” Of course he laughed at this last joke, and I looked up into Janet's face, seeing what I eo see. My words of apology died on my lips from sheer surprise, for there stood before me a graceful girl, with a face so soft and beautiful that I at once thought of some Madonna I had lately seen at Antwerp. She was fair, with bright, though not golden hair, grave biue eyes, and a gentie, delicate mouth. So this, then, was “Janet,” and one of the “cooks.” It seemed impossible; but as this was the case, I at last stammered the apology which had been delayed. “It does not matter, thank you,” she sald in arefined, educated voice: “itis only the gath- ers.” Then I hastened aw: feeling that na- ture had committed some extraordinary mistake in having made Janet one of Cook’s personally conducted tourists! After dinner I sauntered about the town, visited the cathedral, had a peep at the saintly bones, and cauzht myself wondering whether the ‘ party” had doneitall.and what, “Janet"had thought of it. But of course she must be like th hedral; house but sights without taking them in. Over my evening cigar I wrote a letter to my mother and expressed my strong disapproval of her cook’s conduct, but added my utter ina- bility to pick up another in these regions. It was most aggravating that just as I wrote these words Cook's party should come into my head, | and after the party “Janet,” What on earth did it matter to me what this girl's history might be? So I rang my bell and said I must be called in time to go on by the beat. The next morning I went early on board, chose a good seat and made myself thoroughly comfortabte; when what was my indignation and surprise to see a rush, a struggle, and then to hear the sonorous tones of the conductor, saying: “ There is plenty of time, ladies and gentie- men: no need to hurry.” Thad fondly hoped that I had left these peo- ple behind; but no; they, too, were going up the Rhine, and they, too, were at to secure the best seats. I got up, half intending to go back to the hotel and wait for the next day, but at that minute [saw my stout neighbor looki about for acamp-steol. Next I aaw Janet lool up and down the boat in a shy, bewildered man- ner to find a seat if possible; { saw her aj hb my end; and then—was I mad?—I rose quickly enemy. plicity. my anger. * Please do not let me deprive you seat,” she can go dew “Indeed you must not. Janet looked up at me, and her sim- day.” “That's what I've been telling Janet,” said a stout man. ‘‘Halfthe battle on these 1 Some eer Sores ne eee we down, my dear: T ways | merrier party. 9, the | the rest of them, and most likely stared at the At all events, they | part with a si | and actually offered my seat to one of the | lowed an account of the perhaps, too, those blue eyes—melted | the tour ri . Mat oie fous cae lee or oe of S sf said; “I can another; or if not, I | pause one Geneva before returning home aire.” - via Paris. You will miss half} Genevais the view, and we are going to have a perfect | time, I 'y behind on terra firma, and were proceed- ing on to Mayence in blessed silence, yet on my ight fecling of disappointment. When I reached Mayence it was late. The red glow left by the sun was intensely beautiful, for wainst the crimson and orange background the black hulks and masts of the Rhine boats were drawn out sharp and clear. But what are beauties that one cannot share with another hu- man being? I hurried on to a hotel and asked for a bed. “For a single gentleman, sir?” asked the master, looking at my small portmanteau. “Of course. And have you any dinner for ee It is going on now,” was the reply, “if you will be good enough to follow the waiter.” This I was only too happy to do, feeling thank- ful that mine host spoke capital English, and that I could make him understand my wishes. The waiter threw open the door. I caught sight of a long table, lit with grand chandeliers, of a itade of faces; I heard a great clatter of and forks and human tongues; I'saw an y seat and was hurried into it; and then turning round found that my neighbor was— Mr. Smith! I was in for the “Cooks” again! “Good gracious!” I exclaimed. “You here in!” “Why, yes; we did a little land travelling. Our conductor knows that enough is as good as a feast, and we hada good spell of that boat. ‘There is a good deal of sameness on a river. It was uncommonly nice to stretch our legs, wasn't it, Janet?” 1 bent forward and bowed to Janet. How re- freshing it was to see her a in that unsym- pathetic crowd, but I noticed that her manner toward me was changed. Did she resent my having shown my dislike of her surroundings? Surely there was some strange fate in this. Why, quite by chance, had I hit upon this same hotel? And above all, why was I so glad to see her again—glad and angry, too—angry because I was glad? The “party” appearad to be more noisy, more uninteresting than before, and she more beautiful, more queenly, more refined by contrast. Instead of retiring to my own room I followed the “Cooks” into thesalon. The balcony, which point I was | ran along outside the house, was soon crowded with them, and this made me suggest to Mr. Smith a moonlight walk. - * A capital idea, sir! I have no doubt the whole party would like it immensely.” “Plague take the party!” I muttered, but alas! too audibly, for I found Janet at my elbow and with a look on her face I had not seen there before. She hastened to tura toward Mr. Smith and said in a cold voice: “‘Lam tired now, and shall go to bed,” and she moved away from me. At that minute I would have gone out en troupe with the “Cooks” if Janet would have looked sed. I fore she managed to intercept her, however, reached the salon door. “ Are you going out to-morrow, Miss Smith? I mean there cannot be much to see at May- ence.” Janet turned toward me with a little look of surprise on her face. Then, with evi- dent effort, she said in a chilling tone: “Ido not know what our party are going to do to-morrow. Good-1 it.” And with a mo- tion so a Queen id have made when dis- pleased by some petty subject, Janet swept past me, leaving me piqued and indignant with her, and angry with myself. One thing I_ determined that night: I would stay here at Mayence till the “Cooks” were well out of the way. Those sort of people stare raced over the Continent. Afterward I coul easily inquire what route they took, and then I could avoid it. So I might regain the quiet and contented frame of mind I had before I met the party. Good heavens, was I, Reginald Hunter, in love with “Janet Smith,” one of Cook's Per- sonaily Conducted Tourists? The idea was pre- posterous. I laughed aloud, fancying what my mother would say if I wrote her this plece of news. And yet—confound it—I dreamt of Janet that night. Getting up early thenext morning, after a disturbed stamber, I started out for a long ex- cursion, and telling a small French garcon [ met on the doorstep that I should not be home till evening, hastened away for my walk. When I came back late at night the Freneh- man was still on the doorstep. He bowed and seized my stick and coat, giving me this gratul- tous piece of information: “La maison est tres tranquille ce solr, mon- sieur; les Coques son partis. RUNNING AFTER HER. goat epe of human nature! No sooner was quite sure of being freed from my enemies than I felt a strong desire to run after them, just for the purpose of asking Janet. to forgive me. This was so intensely foolish that I tried to forget the whole episode; tried by a great deal of sight-seeing to drive Janct’s image out of my head. And yet why was it that I could so well recollect every feature of her faee, and call to mind even the turn of her head and the sweet expression of her deep blue eyes? I still kept wondering at the incongruity of that girl with her surroundings. Never did a week appear so long to me as that week at Mayence. I was quite sick of it and of the Khine: heartily glad when I once more moved on, perfectly sure I should not again meet the party— perhaps, on their re- turn vargag i About a fortnight after this I found myself at Lucerne, at the Hotel Swan. As I was idling about the salon I chanced upen a psec a ca and, in large, imposing letters, read, “ <J Personally Conducted "Then there fol- would pass this was of my identical enemies. I farther noted day in August they would have witzerland, and would Strange ugh. I examined the dates. Ff aero J took off m: made a bow, Dia fed PLD a hc eS nn An! to be eure,” she sald, anxiously. “Could you tell me, sir, what Selock “Just four,” i foreign ways are most There's nothing like one’s at 5 o'clock, as all good “These mfortable, I think. comfortable ey Ad tea have in Eng- “Why not make up for it by these tempt morsels? though, as You say, they are not wi a cap of English tea.” “Do you think one may?” she asked eagerly, looking up at me gravely. “You see, our con- ductor does for us altogether, and I don’t know, Iam sure, whether it’s in the agreement.” Inearly laughed aloud, but fearing Janet might suddenly appear around the corner, I re- fraine “Tam sure every Englishman is free to spend his money as he likes, and with it you may cer- tainly buy what.you like.” “ You really think so?” Then her face bright- ened, whilst I ushered her into the shop and asked for what she required; and she quite cheered up as “‘tourtes de cerises” and gateaux aux eclairs” disappeared. “‘ Are the other Coo—the rest of your party at the hotel?” I inquired carelessly. “Oh yes, sir, they are resting. We don't go round the town till to-morrow morning, and we've only Paris to do after’ ” she added, with a sigh of relief. “I really don’t believe I would have come if 'd known the tramping we had to do—and then none of the meals regular. It’s very well for young people; it was my cousin Joe that persuaded me. He came home jee from India, and said ‘he'd treat me. But ere——”" ‘I dare say that Mr. and Miss Smith enjoyed it,” said I, interrupting her. “Well, certainly Mr. Smith, he always seemed to enjoy everything. But Miss—dear me, Smith isn’t ine name. Well, anyhow I dare say they're repenting now, for r Mr. Smith quite won down pal ARS Two eye a Me really, sir, lose count 1 wit this abort." Hy “Is Mr. Smith ill, then?” “I don’t really know what he is now, sir. I shouldn't be ised to hear he was in his coffin, for we him im a dirty bit of a town that wasn’t fit for anyone to be ill in.” “And his daughter—is she with him?” “She's his niece. Oh, yes, she’s with him, but hey que another sort—not fit to rough it in that dirty place.” “But what was the name of the place?” I asked, trying not to show my eagerness. -‘And why were they left alone?” “They called it Eagle, or some such name. And as to stopping—why, sir, Cook’s parties never stop. If somebody drops out, why they do. You see it’s all contract work.” She had finished her cakes, and I left her in | haste. One idea possessed ‘me. Janct was | alone with that man—that uncle; she might be | in difficulty, knowing no one, perhaps not able to speak French. After all, I was not altogether | wrong—Janet was not his daughter. I rushed back to the hotel, paid what they asked of me, and took the next train to Aigle. { there that evening, and might, per! some use. All this time I kept self that, of course, a ne hearing of a young lady left ina foreign land, with a sick relative, would do what I was doing. My mother, I felt sure, would be the first to suggest going ‘to see after them, ete., etc. It is curious how difficult it is to be honest with one’s self. I did not ask if I should have done the same had Janet been other than she was. It was quite dark when I reached Aigle. More- over, the fine day had clouded over, and it was now pouring with rain. I did not know what hotel Mr. Smith might be in, so that I entered the nearest one, asked if a’ “Mr. Smith” was staying there, and was answered in the nega- tive. I hastened out again into the rain, and tried another hotel In the town. There was no Mr. Smith there; most likely he was at the big hotel, a mile out of the town. Courageously I sallied forth, though before I reached my journey’s end I heartily wished I had waited forthe morning. I arrived at last, wet to the skin, and as I was forced to put up there, changed’ my dripping things before I asked the question once more. “Was there a Mr. Smith in the hotel?” Certainly; a stout gentleman who had been ill and a young lady with him. ‘This surely was my Mr. Smith; so I found a card and told the waiter to ask if I might see the lady. I waited in fever- ish impatience until the waiter came back and begged me to follow him. I was shown into a small seapezoom lit up with gas; it was empty, bat ther@ was a work- basket on the table and several books. I took one up; it was ‘“Hyperion;” and this sent my thoughts back to that day on the Rhine when Janet had been so animated about the old le gends. In two minutes a side door opened and Janet stood before me. She looked so com- posed, so self-possessed. that for an instant I fancied our former meeting had been a dream, and that we were really old English acquain- tances and friends. “Pray forgive me, Miss Smith, but I fancied— I mean I heard your uncle was ill, and I thought as I was in this neighborh: that I might be of some service to you. It is so in- convenient in these out-of-the-way places to get what one wants.” She did not hold out her hand; and looking at her, I feared she had not forgiven me. “Thank you, Mr. Hunter,” she said, stiffly; Ras been ill, but he is a little better ¢ to my- ‘But is there nothing I can do?” I said = erly. She was, she must have been a little touched, although she only replied: “Tam sure i uncle will be very much ob- liged when I tell him you called, but we can have no claim upon your—ccurtesy.” This last word was brought out with a little effort, yet she looked more fascinating than ever. “Do pray believe me when I say that I shall be delighted to do anything I can for you. I really jnean what I say.” My words and the tone of my voice inust have expressed some of my feeling, for suddenly Janet e cold and stern. “T can assure you that I require sothing. Perhaps you forget that we are part uf the ob- noxions crowd you found so troutsesome.” Bhe smiled now, whilst I felt quite washed. Still I could not help fully recognizing chat had Janet found among a troop of itinerant players she would still have been a queen among wo- men. Before I found anything; to reply she held out her hand as if to make up for her words, saying: “Good night, Mr. Hunter; I fear my uncle must be waitmg for me. Will you excuse me?” ‘Then she was gone, and all I conld do was to re- turn to my room and meditate how I could best prove to Janet that I would do anything for her. ‘Alas! there was no hiding the fact now; I was desperately in love with this mysterious Janet. 1 despised myself for it, and my only consolation as that she despised me too. I woke up the next morning determined to ingratiate myself with Mr. Smith, but for fear of troublesome I waited till 10 o'clock inquiring of the waiter how Mr. Smith was to be this morning. a monsieur. The Mr. Smith and the Mise went away this morning earty—the doctor said this air of the city not good for him; so they have gone up to the mountains to a place called What! Janet gone again! Had she done it on purpose? But no, I could not thus far flat- ter mygeif. She had only not thought it worth while &® tell me their plans. “Tam going to Callaz, to-day, garcon. When does the diligence start?’ “ At four hours of the afternoon, monsieur.” “Then take my place on the outside,” I feeling decidediy downhearted and not a little cross that I should still be intent on following a girl who managed so well to run away from me. “ At all events, Janct shall see T mean what I say,” I muttered. And in this frame of mind I whiled away the hours till it was time to start for Callaz. fore a 10. HOW I STOPPED RUNNING. The diligence arrived at last at Callaz, and I descended in front of an enlarged chalet, which I was told was the only:hotel of the place. It stood half way up a slope, and behind it tow- @ mountain. On walking up to the’ door the first I saw was Mr. Smith seated in the veran 5 but. T looked round in vain for any be merrier coming with Mr. Cook's party: but it’s not her way. She seems a deal happier with me alone, up in these quiet parts.” I was deeply interested in hearing all this. After all, I was not mistaken; Janet was a lady, and had been brought up as one. “Where is Miss Morton now?” I asked. “Well, she ought to be in, forshe went up the mountain some time ago, to see the sun set, or something. She needed some fresh air, 1 told her, fe Teally last night she seemed quite moped.” T rose, saying that as Mr. Smith was anxious, I would’ go in quest of his niece. Before he | could refuse, I hastened away. More than half way up the mountain was cov- ered with short turf, at first intermixed with flowers and brushwood. Then these ceased, and one came upon overgrown boulders and leose stones, enlivened by the Alpine rose. Further up again vegetation conned, entirely, and the mountain crest rose in bare ruggedness in the sky. Janet would certainly not have reached to that region. She must be secing the sun set from some slope, for the sky was cloud- less. I haste on. But I found the climbing much more difficult than I expected, not ha waited to provide myself with an alpenstock. planted my nailed boots firmly into the turf, and progressed steadily. At last Ireached a kind of ledge, or hollow, and turning rourfl for a moment, beheld the great snow range of the Mont Blanc, and further back the St. Bernard group flooded im the won- derful crimson glow well known to Swiss travel lers, a perfect earthly Paradise. Was Janet sce- ing it too? I felt sure she would appreciate it. But where was she; had I missed her? Above me rose a very steep bit of climbing and over that another ledge. Suddenly I saw, high above me, the flutter of adress. Icould not quite distinguish who it was, yet I felt sure it must be Janet. I waved my arm, and then, whether she was startled or whether she slipped over something. I know not, but at that minute I saw her fall. She made a violent effort to save herself, but let go her al- penstock, which rolled rapidly away from her. Then, losing all control over her movements, she half slipped, half rolled down the fearful’ de- clivity. I was some way off. Also she was not just above me, but somewhat to the right, wher: second ledge would stop her course. Ina stant [made up my mind. [rushed onas fast as possible in a downward direction to the this way I might perhaps reach some poi Teould stop her descent. If not, might be killed or seriously injured by strikin: ome boulder. I flew on, keeping my ev er. Now and then she was partially stopped by some small impediment, but azain precip tated downward by the struggles she nade to re- gain her footing. It takes long to describe. but it did not take many moments to reach a shot below. only just in time to catch at her dress. Butaias! I had not had time to secure my own footing: I was dragged by her weight and fell, still retaining my grasp, however. A violent effort, in which every muscle of my body seemed to be exerted, and then I managed to cling to the ground, and throwing out my left arm clutched at a boulder. We were saved; no fear now of again slipping, for, curiously enough. against this very boulder Janet's alpenstock had been caught. I secured it, and planting it firmly in the ground, man- aged to raise Janet. Sue was for a few mo- ments quite stunned, but happily had not fainted. Very soon she looked up and recog- nized me. “Thank you,” she said simply; “‘it was so very horrid going down like that and net being able to stop onesself.” She shuddered a litue, then with a great effort she rose, but was trembling too much to walk alone. She was thus forced to take hold of my arm and we proceeded very slowly with the aid of the alpenstock. Ido not | think I objected at allto this state of things; I | felt so proud of having been of use to her; 80 proud of having her hand on my arm. Before we had reached the end of the slope she was forced to sit down and rest, and then I was able to say a few words. “T cannot imagine how you ventured sohigh— | and alone too.” ‘I was led on further than I meant to zo; it seemed easy toclimb. Besides, everything was so beautiful.” “You might have told me you were leaving Aigle last night,” [said snddenly in an injured tone. Janet looked up with a smile. “ T did not see the use,” she replied. “ But if I said that I saw the use?” “Then you should not; you must not say that. Oh, Mr. Hunter, indeed ‘you should not have come on, because you are different from us. It isus, for though i have been brought up else- where, yet my uncle has been very good to me— 8o very good that in future his home shall be my home and his people my people.” I was deeply touched by Janet’s noble nature; it only made me feel how infinitely superior she was to myself, and that her heart agreed with her outward ay nce. We were obliged to proceed, Janet fearing her uncle would be anxious. We found him in a long corridor the end of which had been given up to him, it being quieter than the common sit- ting-room. Janet went up to him in a gentle, affectionate manner, as he anxiously asked what had delayed her. “Dear uncle, I missed my footing and—1 think Mr. Hunter saved my life.” Mr. Smith poured forth profase thanks and in- quires, so that I was forced to spend the evening with them, whereupon I found out what a kind, sensible man Janet’s uncle was. How was it I could ever have thought him a troublesome neighbor? When he retired to rest I was lefta few minutes with Janet. “*T hope you will believe in future that I am willing to be of use, Miss Morton—and that I shall not find you gone when I wake up to-mor- Ww morning. This time Janet was not repelling in her voice. “ Perhape it would be better if we found you ne. “Will you let me be the judge?” and as she did not answer I need hardly say that I did not pack up my portmanteau that night. All my doubts and misgivings had flown away. I loved Janet, and I fancied that this evening she was not quite eo indjfferent to me. Thad just fallen into a sound slumber that night when I was roused by a loud knocking at my door. “Would I get up and come to Mr. Smith at once?” I hi on my clothes and was soon at Mr. Smith’s door, where Janet met me, looking and frightened. “Oh, Mr. Hunter, forgive me for sending for you, but you said—i went in to give my uncle some ine at 1 o’clock, and I called him, but he did not move. I fear he has fainted.” I went in with her to her uncle's room; the mistress and master ofthe hotel were there, both being most kind and attentive. Janet and I went up to his bedside; I touched his hand; it was cold as death. I looked in the faces of those about me — I saw that tived the day of the funeral m xe Bnaing himself in a foreign land and having a young lady to see after. I wondered how he ever managed to reach Callaz. Janet let me ar- Seieee chalet were vi a he moult to be to the Matthew acter iy ot at a ne would give Janet jd pyreragraed turned she knew what I meant now, and yet tated. “ But, Mr. Hunter, some day you may regret having fallen in with one of Cook's tourists. “No, indeed, Janet, never, if only you wil let me be in future the conductor! T have not much to add, except thati trav- elled back with Mr. Matthew and Janet, | other that Iam sure the poor man thought us very dulleompany. We parted in London—she to aceept Mr. Matthew's hospitality till | could “something” for her, and I home to my dear mother, who was almost too mnch sur- prised to speak to me when I appeared unan- nounced. Why had I come home se suddenty? Why had T not answered her two Jast letters? To these questions I replied by making a clean breast of the whole story, and, though my mo- ther was at first terribly alarmed as to what Janet was like, and in her heart blamed the dear girl very mueh, yet she could say nothing has- tily. % Mother, you must see her before you blame the word. and the only person I ever met in all the world worthy to be your daughter. Be- sides, did you not tell _meto look out for a “Cook,” in my travels?” My mother being quite the best woman in ex- istence, at once wrote to invite Janet to come and stay with her; and then—but that is hardly necessary to write down. Yet she did say one “‘Tadeed, Reggie, I ani quite satisfied with your ehvice. You could not ave obeyed me more suitably.” So Janet and I were married, even before I was twenty-five years old, for Mr. Smith had left his neice a nice little income, And ifa beauti- fal, loving and wife can make @ man an exemplary ire, then I feei sure I must come under that title. At all events, I know that I have never regretted having fallen in with one of “Cook's Personally Conducted, Tourist.”"— The Argoay. ———————--—____ me. You will find her a lady in every sense of — A Village of Terror From the Detroit Free Pres. A Detroiter who had business im A village In Washtenaw county drove out there ing ‘and of course went to the inn for his dinner. The tandlord made no inguiries until ~ the meal was eaten and paid for, and he then found opportunity te inquire: “Were you going out to ‘Squire Brown's a, didn't know but you were ning roa man and I was going to say that the ‘squire has threatened to shoot the next one on sight. We don’ go ninch on them fellers around here, and Tm glad you are somebody else. Maybe going over to Judge Hardy's to seli hi fruit trees for fall setting. “Well, that's Incky. Only yesterday the mage was remarking to me that the agent who entered his gate would | Fact is, I myself have cot to do som pay for being swindled on grape vines. You are not a patent-right man, eh 7” “Weil, that’s a narrow escape for rou. We've been swindled here on hay f alr prks, gates, pumps, churns aud and I'm keeping si j when the next patent-righter shows li this town. Perhaps you are a lecturer ? ‘Oh, no,” ou haven't lost anythin: bat didn't take in enowzh of it to pay for bis supper. You are not a bvok-caa- vuseer?” “No.” “That's another escape. Wi here so often that if an sell a $20 Bible for 50 ce trick to beat us. Strikes um be a lawyer?” “No. “Good ‘naff. Last ald is wed suspect a OW that you may one who settied here had . and we don't want you, anyway?” poli " tthe Detroiter. A politician! Then git! For heaven's sak don't stand around here if you value your li We've just hed our poundmaster fur em- The Comet. bezzling the public money, and the excitement is Burlington Hawkeye. to Intense that the democrats will ride you on @ Jove ust rail or the republicans duck you in the water geo the Bar above ust ae trough. Git right up and scoot comet slashin" nth arta denne aA ay witon The Outlook at Rugby. Billion miles above the ground, A correspondent of the Cincinnatl Conner wins cial, who reviews the condition of we colony at Like a whale, . Tenn., ina long letter co ns as fol- Sce it scoot and whiz and rear; that Ragby hong tm ee isthe the fraud which some people who have How it roiles the Major Bear, been induced to come here seem to consider it. Its ‘secret history’ full on stagnation: bt it has ¢ i orate along, as it has done so far throagh @ Gris chap that Killed the bull) religious observance of the Command tise ment—Thou shalt not be found — out. Gives the comet's tail a pull, The board certainly owes some ac St cals jcount of its stewardship to the public, but re and there, jtke fear it has of publicity Everywhere, i A : iudicrous, When the setflers i of Mr, Boyle. to be See it flirt With Helen Potter's Piciades, Unteliever! Famine, fever, i Plague and pestilence and war; Lots of debt, ‘Too much wet, Blood and bones, ‘Tears and groank, Gnashing teeth and horrid crieg jowis and vowls, Frowns and scowls, That's about the comet's size, Everything Itwilt bring That is bad beneath the sun; How it hums! Here it comes! Goodness gracious, let us run! Se ee An Alaskan Interior. Correspondence of the San Francisco Post. The settlement presents the usual features so distinctive of an Alaskan or Aleutian village. Mud huts, “‘barrabaras” and some few frame houses, erected by the trading companies, a new church, the rival stores and the dwelling houses of the white residents form the village. I have read, seen and heard adeal of the odors and emanations that prevailed at North Beach, | Butehertown and Chinatown, but of all the stenches my olfactory organs have ever inhaled, I certainly give the palm to the atmosphere of the interior of an Aleutian barrabara. “Follow me into cne of these hut: friend. “Stoop low, for the entrance is ba’ five feet. You notice the heat. Pshaw! that nothing; only 70 to 80 deg., and outside at nearly freezing pe These Aleuts are used to it. Certainly they suffer from the extremes. You | see that by the prevalence of hacking, dry ” said my used to it,” said my guide. A combination of seal oil, dry and rotting fish, exhalations from the uncovered cask that had been used to brew the “-krass” in, and above all, the smoke from the half extinguished wick of a coal oil lamp. The interior, dimly lit by a frame window, revealed a rough table, one chair, three packing boxes, four stools and some flaring euts from an old illustrated paper adorned the walls. Upon the table stood some empty meat and fruit cans. a bottle of pickles, crackers and three or four cups and glass mugs that had been utilized inthe recent spree that the occupants had been indulging in. In a corner of the room stood a barrel, of which I sought to learn the contents. My friend invoked my imagination as to the liquid contained in the vessel, but in vain. My perceptive powers were at a loss; alll knew was that it emitted a rank, putrid odor. It was— well, it shall be unwritten. The natives notwithstanding the cheapness of washing soap, use the fiui to eliminate the mass of oil and greasy matter from their clothing. In combination with the. grease it forms by its alkaline properties a lather, and renders the cleansing of the zarments easy. A partition of planking, with a curtain as a doorway, was the sleeping-room. Upon two shelves, like bunks on shipboard, and covered with a gaily-colored is Teposed two Aleuts in a semi-comatose state; in a corner, upon a trunk, was a bundle of clothes in a heap, which on closer examination turned out to be a woman. The trio were sleeping off the fumes of a drinking bout, which had lasted three days. The only knowledge they had of our presence was when the woman. roused by my guide, un- covering her face. looked up stupidly, ‘and, recognizing him, said “* Ung” with a grunt, and dropped off avain. This “Ung” is the Aleut term for a salute or how do you do. Humors of the German Army. From the London Daily News, Days of kit inspections, reviews, or grand les are fearfal nuisances to the privates, for anything goes wrong e: are made right and left without any nice discrimination in the choice of the victim. Hacklander, in his amus- an unfortunate fusilier, steppi oe ae aan past the pe out of line as i tl flag. The mistake was not noticed by the colonel of the regiment; Seen ane Caen Seo pasion Wie: ge Hs a ile Ry Seeds i | G 5 B | ue gaudy, be-tinseled pictures of saints of the! Greek church. A small looking glass and some | eman's lodgrin, nting the performance into the papers. ‘ret and wo! jong as it lik as ‘Trouble, hur s the only That is what a comet's for, at Ragby. fertile an® pot, and it is the natural - e % door to Un eat fertile section of the table land wera lene oes which lies in its rear. To develop. this Geass district was at one time the professed ‘Sun-baked flelds and seas of mad, object of the board, and to do so is. still the object of the Messrs, Clarke, and of all the natives themselves, aad even of the Rugby eeitlers; but the board does not now apparently care to do 80, and hence the very real antago- nism between the interests of the board an@ those of the Clarkes. of which I have spoken, Rugby is certainly very sick at present. but it should be renembered the only complaint it is suffering from is bad manazemmit. To eave the place one of two things is absolutely necessary: either that Mr. Thomas Hughes hiuse!f shoul come over and take the manageme t. (he is | Universally beloved and respected.) or that the ; present board should sell out its interest company competent to make the cess. If and done | bittle kick: oblivion.” eee Tuolumne Pocket Miners, ) From the Stockton Independent, | The gold fever is razin: th peculiar ferce- j ness at Sonora. Men have left their vines and | their orchards, and have taken to the hills with ; picks and shovels, and fresh dirt is visible at sry hand. Anew light has recently dawned on the people in that section. They find that | the miners of twenty years ago failed because | their search was for wash gold. They should j have looked for rs and pockets. They | looked for righ gravel and failed: men to-day are searching for rich poekets aud ledges, and are finding them. some ace a sue- e of these two things is not done peedily, Rugby will ive a few more “ - They enter old tunnels, and eis athe oes ares sheep te ea, ae seeing a slip of clay, maybe no thicker thana anging aside an er. smell | pic . they follow on, and lo! a pocket. Ah, you don't like it. It'snothing when you are | Piece of paper, they follow on, and lo! a pocket. | They dig into the hills and strike a bine streak and detect the contact line between the slateand the limestone, and see where water has feund its way in and carried its i s with it and rotted the rock, and the t the yeliow dirt and put it’ through’a battery and pocket from $100 to #200 per ton for their venture, Sometimes the vein of quartz is found. and that s taken and milled with jroo t richest finds of all are the little 1 of oxy- genized quartz, which yield sometimes lvalf their weight in solid coin. A man named Lewis, who has been prospect- ji left Stockton for San Francisco with a leg of a pair of overails filied with rock, which was nearly or quite one-half gold. He made no secret of the fact that he got it from a leive near Sonora, and that it was taken from the surface. He pounded out $610 with a mortar in a short time before taking ont this rich rock. Lewis says he has a boulder worth €15,000, which he took from his claim. On last Wednesday morning at 9 o'clock a nephew of one of our most promising real estate agents, whose office is located on Main strect* was married at St. Pauius Roman Catholic Church, corner of Spring and Abisrall streets, where a huge assembly had gathered to witness the ceremony. Previous to the marriage the young man had been engaged to a respectable, well-behaving young girl, the niece of a well-to- do brewer of this city. This young lady, hear- ing of the contemplated union with another of the one who had pledged her faith, called upon Father Ferneding with the engagem other evidences of the courtshiy pression that the Roman Catholic. Churct tot allow parties matrimoniaily inclined to break their contract unless by consent of beth, But as everything had been prepared fur the oeca- sion Father Ferneding refused to interfere. The magriage was a double one, the young man’s si and her groom being the other contracting parties, and when the procession entered the church edifice the mistreated young lady arose one of the pews, and with the ring in one and the letters of the young man—the of bis unfaithfulness—in the other, she _— gt excitement of the lookers on, of the bridal part the altar. The tates of the groom, seeing the dis- agreeable position in whic son was placed, stepped up to the young lady, and whispering & few words, then and there (so seemingly weil founded rumor las it) bought her claim on the young man’s future for a handsome sum. —s A Strange ©: ftian Relig From the Huntsville Forester, In April last Wesley Wallis, a iad azed 20 years —® new arrival from Searboro’, Oat.—be ran to hold religious meetings in a private house i East Chaffey. As the interest ore ", he told the ple that when they felt they were condemned By the influence of the Holy Spirit. t 3, fhe If they did not tase these ‘they would go to hell right aw: When people were well excited, Walls introduced a stranger, one Sage, as the minister communion. ? i as ifinant. On reen from the fits some of the converts wouid tell seeing angels, and even the Saviour. As the meetings Pry icon held every night—the excited hearers were continu- ally ‘enjoined to give up their Jewelry, &c. The speaker himself, after mildly evening, fell on the » Pawed around like @ i i : a