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The Columbian Holiday Supplement 1889

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ley nnd chill,
Utile caro wot'
Littlo we fear
Weather with-
Sheltered about
The mahogany
This delicious gem of tho Hoosior poet
Is hero presented, with duo apologies to
Judge, which first printed it:
Jos' o littlo bit o' feller-I remember still—
Ust to almost cry for Christinas, Utio a youngster
win. .
Fourth 6' Jiily's uotbln" to It l-Now Year's ain't a
Easier Sunday-Circus day—Jes' all dead in the
shell I
Lordy, thon,-*h I at night, you know, to sot around
and hear
the old follis work tho story off about the sledge
nnd deer,
And "Santy" akoottn' round the roof, all wrapped
In tur aud fuus—
I knowed who
"Santy Claus" wnzl
Ust to wait, end set up later a week cr two ahead:
Couldn't hardly keep awake, uor wouldn't go to
Klttlo slcwln' on tho tire, nnd Mother sattin' near
Oanila' Bocks aud rookla' in tho skrecky rocking
Pap Rap', and wonder whero It wus tho money
And qunr'l with his frosted heels, and spill bis
And we a-dnnmhT sleigh bells when tho clock 'ud
whir and buzz-
Long aforo
I knowed who
"Santy Clans" wuzl
Size tbe fireplace, and flgger how "Old Santy"
Manage to como down the chlmbly, llko tbey said
ho would:
Wlsht that 1 could bldo and see hlm-wondered
what bo'd sny
Ef ho ketched 0 feller layln* for him tbatawaysf
Hut I bet on him, und liked him, samo as ef ho had
Turned to pat mo ou tbe baok aud say, "Look a
hero, my Ind:
Hero's my pack-jos" be'p yourso'l llko all good
boys doos 1"
I knowed who
"Santa Claus" wus.
H'luht tbnt yarn wus truo about him as It 'peared
mado out o' lies llko tbat-un's good enough
for nu*.
wus so confldln' I could Jos' go wild
, my stoeitiu'sliku thu littlo child
lap to-night, tunl boggln' mo to toll
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'* ILLSFORD is a pretty little
* village'ou n river as puro as
truth, In tho heart of tho
Iresquissus valley, with
mountains walling it in
north and south. At tho timo
I write of it had all tho requisites of a
thriving town, including a population
which dripped- with self satisfaction.
This very comfortablo commodity was
so donso and universal that it fairly covered tho placo liko a fog.
Hlllsford's most remarkable citizen was
a hermit, an unkempt and eccentric individual, who lived in a cabin high up
on the North mountain, and was known
as "Old Weaver," In winter, when tho
foliago was less abundant, his small
dwelling could bo seen from tho village,
a littlo speck of crudo architecture, tho
smoke from which curled sometimes into
tho very sky. It was pointed out to visitors, who wero told, without loss of
timo, of tho hermit, Ids civilization defying habits nnd nnspeakablo appearance.
But it was difficult to exhibit tho man
himself. Ho camo down to tho village
at Infrequent intervals and then tarried
only long enough to procure somo simple
necessities and departed without holding
speech with any ono, Tho townspeople
had tried to break into tlio privacy of his
homo without avail. Thoy had been re-
pulsed with looks nnd gestures which
inspired fear and helped to confirm tho
opinion thut "Old ,\Veaver was crazy aud
had better bo let ulone."
And surely no man in his right mind
could live tho lifo ho lived. His hair and
whiskers showed no respect for I lio prevailing fashion lu hirsute trimming, anil
his clothes wore a slap at all decent garments, lio rarely spokont all, but when
ho did his words wore briefness itself.
In summer thoy who went near his
cabin sometimes found him sitting outside reading (lio Bible, nu occupation
from which'they could not easily divert
This caused somo to decide that he
was "a religious crank," nnd helped to
dissipato tlio theory that ho had committed somo torrlblo crime. Hillsford
was full of wonder about tho hermit's
past lifo nnd antecedents, but ns there
was absolutely no way of linding out it
wns obliged to remain in cruel ignorance,
All it know ubout him wns Hint soveral
years beforo tho timo I speak of he had
arrived in tho villugo, purchased a piece
of land on tho top of the mountain,
reared a cabin nnd begun a lifo of solitude
perfectly incomprehensible to tho people
of tho valley.-
At Inst thoy mostly settled down to
tho belief that "Old Weaver had been
crossed in love." Everybody know that
lovo, if it did not run smoothly, could
upset peoplo completely. Tliis gavo him
exceptional interest in tho eyes of the
young and sentimental, although tho
most imaginative among them could not
picturo him ns having over been n per-
aonago capable of inspiring tho divino
Never wore thoy fully scnslblo of hu
i Value as a romantic figure until after he
had boon "written up for u Now York
journal. A newspaper correspondent,
on his summer vacation, wandered into
Hillsford, and, of courso, sonn heard
about the hermit, elnco ho was all thero
woroutsidoof tho usual and uninteresting in the place. He nt onco spun out n
coluinu and a half of solid nonpareil,
mostly speculation, tinged with sentiment, about the curious recluse,
This had a good result. It dignified
the old man in the minds of tbo Milford-
ians. UlUted him from tbo rank of a
crazy old- mountaineer to nn eccentric
hermit, with extraordinary sentimental
possibilities boliind ljjui,
It was often said thnt Weaver would
bo foinul starved or frozen to death somo
time. So overy winter there waa talk of
"looking after him," by thoso in authority, but it onded in talk, as ho was not
exactly tbe kind of man to dictate tu.
In the vernnculor of Simpson's grocery,
ho was "a hard ono to tackle."
In the beginning of the herrait'B lost
winter on tlie mountain some hunters,
driven by cold to his cabin, entered and
found him moaning on his rude couch.
Thoy spread tho news in Milford, and
"tho authorities" conferred together and
decided that it was timo to net. But
what should thoy do with him? Nobody
could go up to his lodge on tho mountain
to take care of him; his wretched dwelling contained no comforts. And nobody
wanted to tako him into his home.
There was tho county house, where all
paupers woro Bent, but that was near
tho county seat, seven miles away.
They who were most outspoken In the
matter of having him "looked after" and
who owned tho largest and most comfortable houses, "hemmed and hawed"
when it camo to a question of taking
him in. Somo one, In a moment of humane feeling, suggested that tho seven
miles' journey to tho poorhouso might
prove dangerous to the sick man, und
might even throw serious blame on those
who became responsible for it.
However, after much thought nnd
more talk had been put upon the subject,
tho poorhouso faction prevailed, and tho
fiat went forth that Old Weaver must be
taken charge of by tho county, willing or
The expedition sot forth the next
morning. It wns principally composed
of "the authorities," otherwise hard
headed and dictatorial personages, with
that degree of heartlessness peculiar to
tho class known as "prominent citizens."
I A heavy snow lay upon tho ground, and
i the mountain roads were unbroken. A
; big sled, generously supplied with straw
I and lunch baskets, was made ready.
Tho departure of this hermit capturing
I expedition was an event. The postollico
! loafers gazed upon tho imposing siwcta-
do with envy in their hearts, though
they cheered the noble philanthropists
roundly. Tho peoplo at tho corner drug
store were all outside waving their lints
and making other demonstrations of
good will and interest, Tho yam
spinners at Simpson's grocery held
their tobacco firmly between their teotlj
and thoir hands in their trousers' pockets
as the sled went by. This was their
manner of expressing a very warm interest Women watched from doors,
windows and porches, aa women always
do, and a swarm of enthusiastic small
boys hung on to tho sled until driven
back when half a mile out of town.
■ 'Tho philanthropists cached Weaver's
cabin late tn tho day, nfter digging their
I way through great snowdrifts. All this
I heroic exertion mndo them feel more
] dominant iu spirit than over. The very
! first rap on tlio hermit's door had the
j sound of authority in it, delivered as it
i was by tho formidable fist of tho town
marshal, backed by lho approbation of
! tbo other prominent citizens who accom-
I panied him.
Thero wns no response.
The expression or decision on tho mnr-
sW?.fyiy°-deepened ns ho began to beat
upon tho door with both lists and kick
, it with the thick soles of his tremendous
I boots.
Still thero was no answer.
Whilo thoy wero parleying about
whether it was timo to uso the ax or
not tho closed shutter of tbe hermit's
singlo window opened, rovenling his
haggard face, in which blazed a pair of
j oyes whoso wrathful lightning fairly annihilated tho prominent citizens.
"What do you want'r"ho asked, after
a moment of discomfiting silence, as
; they stood, wordless, under the spell of
i his unspoken anger.
\ "Wo heard you were sick," said the
1 marshal.
"Wo know you would need help," said
, tho justieo of tho peace, "and so came
to try to do something for you."
I    "You havo put yourselves to unnecessary trouble.   I want nothing,"
j    "But our duty as citizens will not
allow us to let a fellow boing suiter," I
said Deacon Whito.
"Your Ilrst duly Is to mind your own
business," said tho hermit.
"Here Is Ur. Horsefly, who will help!
von right off, if you will let us in," said
, Mr, Smollett, also a prominent citizen.
Tho doctor Btood silent, medicine caso in
hand, the rigidity of tho regular's code '
preventing his doing any trumpeting on
1 Ids own account,
i    "When I am weary of lifo I shall send i
' for Dr. Horsefly.   Until then ho must;
; excuse me," returned tho hermit, with I
I something liko merriment dancing iu liis
I wild oyes.
! Tiie doctor colored under this deadly
insult, feeling it tho moro because tho
earth was yet fresh over his two last
patients. This offensive defiance nf their
authority was iho tacitly understood
signal for a concerted rally of the rescuers. Instinctively thoy drew nearer together, and one said:
You ought not to be alone os you are."
"Well, what do you propose to do with
"Why, why—tako you whero you will
bo properly cared for, of course,"
answered Justice McCrackcn.
"Now, that is kind, I admit," said the
hermit, and ho looked at thom with a
strange, amused expression in Ids eyos.
Believing thnt they wero guining ground,
they grow bolder.
"Yes, we wish to bo kind. We can't
let you ndrisii up here, you know."
"Well, whero do you propose to take
"Hem, h'm: why, you see, Weaver—
you sou Hillsford has no hospital—
"But you havo fixed upon some place
for trie, I presume?" questioned the hermit, in the tone of one about to surrender.
"Y-e-s," spoke up another. "Wo
thought wo would tako you to Johnstown."
"Ah, that'B the county seat, Isn't It?'
"And the county house is near thero,
Isn't it?"
"Well, that's a good enough plnco for
any one who wants to go there, 1 don't.
Now it is time for you to leave," and ho
Bhut the window.
Tho besiegers conferred together and
again began to beat ujxm tho door. Fueling more courageous when Weaver's
wild eyes wero not on them they called
to him that he must consent to go with
them, or they would tako him by force.
The window opened once more and revealed tho gaunt form of tho hermit
grasping a shotgun. Instinctively the
attacking party fell back a. few paces.
Tho hermit spoko: "I will blow the
head off any man who again lays a hand
upon my door. I am in my own house,
on my own ground, and there is not lav*
enough in the republic to permit you to
enter and lay a hand on a man who is
neither criminal nor pauper. Had you
come hero proffering private charity I
should have resented it, but I should
have respected you. As it is I will kill
you liko dogs if you troublo'ine a moment more. And ho pointed tlio gun
at thom In a wny that was convincing.
Grumblmgly they moved away. "He's
right," said tlio justice, who had a mortal fear of firearms; "he's not a pauper,
lio owns tliis ground and he owns the
house. If he won't como with us willingly wo shall have to let him ttlone."
"lie's n3 crazy as a kite," pipeil up two
or threo others, anxious to cover up their
"He ought to bo confined ns a dangerous lunatic," said tho doctor, in whose,
bosom still rankled Weaver's poisoned
They reached Hillsford in a crestfallen
frame of mind, nil agreeing that the hermit might (lion dozen times over before
thoy would "put themselves out" to do
anything for liim again.
Two weeks later, when tho weather
was bitter cold, Kobby Hart, a sturdy
12-year-old, rushed into his mother's
Bitting room ono afternoon, bursting
witli news. "Old Weaver's in town," he
His mother looked up from her sewing
machine with interest. Like everybody
else in Hillsford she know tbo history of
tho fruitless siego of tlio hermit's cabin.
"Yes, he's here; awful sick, too: out
of hts head, nnd is lying on the tloor in
tho back part of Hunt's grocery. They're
goin' to send him to tlio poorhouso at
"Not in this torrlblo weather," said
Mrs. Hart, looking alarmed.
"Yes; right off. There's no place here
for him, thoy say."
"No placi! for a poor old sick man in
all Uillsfoid? We are not so bad as that,
Kobby, I nm sure."
"Oil, but 1 heard Judge Murkle and
Deacon Whito and all of them sny so.
It's settled."
"Come, come, Weaver, this is no wny
to do. Wo nro hero in tlio friendliest
Bpirit, and nro sincerely anxious to havo
you taken caro of,,   You are a sick mau.
', t _IA' *•■ f-   ■-■■ 'JT-jSw -
"Porlyips not," snid Mrs. Hart as she
began to put on her bonnet nml cloak.
Sho was, perhaps, the poorest person of
refinement and education in tho town
und tho most benevolent. She was a
Widow, whose only dower woro n boy of
13 mul ftjglrl of li yoars. By sewing almost night and day sho managed to keep
tho wolf out of sight"*
Accompanied by Robby Hho wont over
to Hunt's to bco tho hermit, and at once
know that ho was sick unto death. As
tho sled whioh was to transport him to
Johnstown drew up nt tho door Mrs.
Hart touched tho arm of Judgo Russell,
who seemed to bo clothed with more
authority just then than any of tho other
"prominent citizens" who hovered about,
and soldi
"I will take care of Weaver If you will
send him to my house. Ho is a vory sick
man, already greatly exhausted by his
journey down (ho mountain. Tho drive
to Johnstown might kill him."
"Really, Mrs. Hart, you're always doing too muoh for others. Young Dr,
Clay was in hcvo.abit ago, and ho said
tho old follow oughtn't to bo moved so
far. But you'd better think twice before
you tako him. He'll bo an awful
"I know that," sho answered*, "butI
will take him and do the best 1 can for
him," Bo.tho li6ftt_.it WAS put upon (he
Bled and delivered at Jlr. Harts liko a
bale of merchandise. The widow's un-
selfishness kindled a temporary flame of
the samo nature in other breasts, and for
tho moment volunteer help was plenty,
She took advantage of somo of this to get
her. patient bathed and harbored and put
to bed in n comfortablo, Christian way.
Then began for her weeks of cure,
work nnd anxiety. The Bowing macluno
was silent, with the unpleasant consequence of low finances. Contributions to
the comfort of tho sick man fell away as
timo passed and tho affair became an
old story. Young Dr. Clay alone remained faithful. Tho donutions of ot hers
had dwindled down to advice. All in all
Mrs. Hart had "a hard pull of it."
At last the hermit became convalescent, Finding himself in a home where
refinement and kindness prevailed, he
fell into tho ways of its inmates ns naturally br if hu had been accustomed to
civilization all his life. He talked genially und charmingly, and seemed possessed of ns much information as any
man of tho .world. Clad in his right
mind and conventional clothes, he lost
his character of hermit entirely. Many
of the signs of ago, too, had disappeared
under the good ollices of tho tailor and
tho barber. Ho did not look a day over 45,
He was quite well now, but lio showed
no disposition to return to his semi-sav-
ago life, so far as anyone outside of Mrs.
Hart's home knew.
Christinas was almost at hand. Hillsford was busy buying its presents and
getting up festivities. At Mrs. Hart's
tho preparations were on a scale so
simple Mint they were almost pnlhetic.
Two days before Christmas tho town
had something new to tnlk about. A
middle aged gentleman nnd lady of the
upper cIiirs, apparently, arrived at the
Hillsford hotel und asked for Weaver.
While they rested and dined they woro
regaled with the story of tho berinit'B
queer doings, the ineffectual attempt to
Bend him to the poorhouse, the widow
Hart's interference and everything.
Then they were piloted to tho Hart door,
and for two days afterward, although
tho town was almost eaten up by curiosity, it could find out nothing nt till about
It got tho whole story on Christmas
from The Weekly Chronicle.
Our roodora will be Bitrpnsod nnd gratified to
loam that Mrs. Caroline Hart was married night
In-fore Inst to Jlr. Vincent II. Weaver, of New
York. Tlie ceremony look pluce «t iho bride's
homo at 8 o'olock, The groom's sister, Mra.0. 1'.
Stevenson, and her husband, also of Naff York,
nml two or three of the brlde'B closest friends
were the only guests.
Mrs. Hurt, new Mrs. Weaver, ns everybody
knows. In one of the most highly rcspeetod ladlas
of HUlsftml Although far from rich, she hits
boon pltlltttttbropio i" an extraordinary degree.
livery ono knows how Weaver, thy hermit, fell
sick ono day early In lho winter when ho camo
Into town to huy some supplies, ami Mrs. Hurt hnd
hhu removed lo her collage to prevent his being
taken to tho comity house nt Johnstown, lint not
until recently did uny one know that Herman
Weaver lho hermit, and Vincent 11. Weaver tho
Celebrated author were one nud the same.
It has boon generally'bel loved that onr hermit
had been the victim of some cruelty nt Cupid's
bauds, and for this reason had descried thu society of Ids fellow men. Wo loam from goo:!
authority that this diagnosis wns incorrect. He
lived in his niininti-.in cabin because ho could thero
ilevole himself to the work or writing his books
without Iho risk of being lured nway by uny of ,
tho thousand diversions which tempi him from
his loll Inlheclly. His ehnrneterof Boml-savago
was assumed to protect him from intruders.
Mr. Weaver really did not livo In his mountain
lingo half tho timo ho wns supposed to. Often,
tor months together, ho would bo Absent, mixing
with the wits and lluemtours of tho metropolis.
He hns even been iovoral limes to Europe, while
tho pooplo of llilisford supposed him to bo within
his solitary cabin.
Eccentric ho is, to ho mire. For Instnnee, wo
have heen told Hint before he spoke of marriage
to Mrs. Hart he put SW,WO in her ttVW in n Bub-
Ktantlal Now York bank anil pet tie* a handsomo
Bumtipononohof her two children, Ho wished
tomnkoher independent beforo th.) question of
marriage was discussed, nud bo considered hei
entitled to nil he oould do for her for having taken
him to her homo, thereby saving bis lifo whon he
wns at death's door.
TIiLb inn true love match, without doubt Their
Christinas gift Is tho very best lu Santa Claim'
pack. It Is labeled "l-ove," and comprehends tho
better |«irt of earth and a portion of heaven,
Mr. Weaver mndo n final trip to his cabin on tho
mountain the other day, and wrote across ita door
In big lottcra, "It is not good for man to 1» nlono."
Mr. nnd Mrs. Weaver wlll build a splendid houso
hero for tholr summer home, but will sneiul'tbelr
winters lu New York, They toft yesterday to
finish dm Benson there. We with them every happiness under tho nun.
ThiB startling piece of news paused
many an eye to protrude when It was
read. "1 always thought that Mrs. Hart
was a designing thing. Sly, oh, so sly.
ITI warrant sho knew that Weaver was a
rich man or sho never would havo taken
liim in," said a woman who, only a
month before; had expressed tho i'ear
that tho widow "would have old Weaver
on ke* bonds for life."
Gertrutin Garrison.
Beautiful and right it is that gifts and
good wishes Bhould fill the air liko snow
flakes nt ChvUtnias tide. Anil beautiful
In the year in ils coming and in its going
—most beautiful and blessed beoauSO it
U always tlio Year of Our Lord.
"Would you havo tho kindncsss to step tbls
way, sir, into Mr. Dnwbarn's roomf"
Theso words wero addressed by a banker's
clerk to a young man whoso dross and manners were a vulgar compound of groom,-
betting man, and pugilist. The sporting
gentleman swaggered by tho desks and tbs
eierks, looking infinite disparagement at tha
whole concern, nnd was ushered through the-
double doors into presenco'of Mr. Uawbarn.
Mr. Daw-burn wns lho principal banker in
Bramlingdou, uud Hrnnilingdoii was tbe
county town of tbo littlo comity of Mufford.
It consisted of ono long, straggling street,
beautified by five old churches, each a
splendid specimen of architecture, whioh
contrasted strongly with the Town Hall,
tho Corn Kxcuango, and the Market Plnco,
whlrh wore modern buildings, uud unpleasant
to tool: nt.
"Mr. StiuMen," said Mr. Dawbnrn to tbo
young gentleman of sporting appearance,
"1 havo to talk to you, sir, very seriously;
sit down, if you please."
Mr. Stnddcn snt iu a chair ns if It were a
saddle, shut ono eye knowingly, and examined tbo thong of his whip with iho othor.
"Mr. Studdeu," continued tbo banker
solemnly, "I irnvo been informed that you
have overdrawn your ucuouat to tho amount
"Yes; I know all about that, governor,"
broke in Mr. Stndden. "I'vo been told so
"1 therefore gavo directions that the next
timo you presented n check, you should bo
shown iu hero to mc," said tbo banker.
"Thnt is—a chock of my own drawing."
"Quite so."
"Well, now I am here," said Mr, Stndden,
goading the sido of his imaginary horse with
his h'l't heel; "respectful mums, ami should
liko to know your littb game. What** to bo
"Mr. Idea, I havo known you from a
"Weil, Iknowlbat"
"And I now seo you a ruined man11	
"Hold hard, Matildn," interrupted Stud-
don; "not ruined—pushed for tho moment—
ou my knees, but not staked. I'vo been unlucky on tho racos this last year—unlucky at
piny. Why, lust night I lost n pot at loo,
and then thnt girl behaved to ine in"—-
Mr. Studdeu," said tbo banker, closing his
eyes, "I cannot listen to n catalogue of your
crl —cri—imprudences. 1 am tbo father of a
family, and"—
"Cut that, governor." brokoin tbe amiable
Mv. Stndden. "What 1 want is money, aud
not preaching—no preacheo nnd iloggcotoo.
This is the stato of tho odds. I'vo overdrawn
my account; good; will you let mo havo
Bon&uioref tin, linoan. If you will, I am
sure to retrieve myself, i'vo some splendid
things on, but must havo tho ready—ti—id*
"Jlr. Studdeu," said Mr. Dnwborn, "I do ^^,
not understand your jargon, nor is such ltm-flpt
guago the sortof thing I nm accustomed to
hear. Yon have lost tho fbt'lutie left you by
your father In gambling, horso racing, and
—and tho like. For tho last seven years I
have seen going to Irretrievable ruin; As you
had n Ion;; minority, nnd no friend., to advise
yon, I havo tried to help yoiv. but I
regret to say, your complete ruin is iaevita-
"Hot you fifteen to ono it isn't!" said Mr.
"What you nwomc," continued the banker,
not noticing tho Interruption—"what you
owe mc 1 shnl! never trouhlo you for."
"Bless you t" said tho Irreverent Stndden.
Mr. Dnwbarn's face reddened. "Mr. Stud-
Ion," ho choked out, "I nm not accustomed
to Ijo treated witli rudeness, and I don't mean
to begin now, 1 would havo given yon somo
advice, sir."
"Don't want it, lhani; you."
"Good advice, parental advice; but it will
be of no use, 1 can seo."
Not ubit."
I shall leavo you therefore to the pursuit
of your career of profligacy, and mny it—
mny ft"—Mr. Dawbani stammered, for bo
felt tbnt ho WUB proposing a toast at it publio
mooting-*"may it provo to you that—that—
Out with it, governor," slid tho insolent
young sporting man.
'No, sir, 1 will not out with il," snid tbe
banker, majestically. "1 will not say what
I wns going to say."
"Arc you qutto clear what you wevo going
to say!" inquired tbo young man, who ro-
spaoted neither ago nor wealth.
Jlr. Dawbani covered liis defeat grandly.
"I will not dQtaiu you any lonsw, Mr. Stud-
don." IIo rang the bell. "1 wleh you good
day. sir; my servant will sbow yon out."
"Very good, governor," said Mr. Studdcn,
dismountiug from bis chair, or saddle, "You
throw nio over—very good; nnd Just at tbo
moment when I could mako a colossal fortune. If I had your capital, or you bad my
talent nud speculated—ka foesilmu I—what
might not bo mado with tho tipt I havo! I
know tbo way out, Chawles"—this Mr. Studdeu addressed to tbo servant—"you needn't
show mo. Mr. Dawbnrn, I havo tbo honor
to bo, sir, yours truly, over to command, et
Mr, Stndden departed with a flourish,
leaving tlie banker iu a stato of tbo most
wratkfuJ fudignntion. Mr. Dawbnrn was a
(jrent man in Bramlingdou and accustomed
to bo treated with respect and defcreuco and
sorvtllty, and though so excellent a jwrson,
Mr. Dawbani was something of a humbug,
and tho young man's manners bad convinced
birn that bo knew it, and It U very annoying
to mon of SO years of ago to bo found out by
tholr juniors. Mr. Robert Studdeu, or, us ho
wus called, Mr. Bob Stndden, or Mr. Kip
Studdeu, swaggered post tho cashier aud
clerks With tho case of a jockey and tlfo grace
of a groom. A dozen steps from tho door of
tho bunk ho met a clork whom bo stopped.
"Halloa!" bo cried, with graceful badinage,
"Uuuro, how goes it?"
"How Co you do, Mr. Otbadeal" inquired
tho clei'k.
"Doa't bs In tritb a hurry- V/tli, ho;/ ij
"Mr. tt;-.d-r	
"Don't bo afraid) my boy. I'm noi tlio
nuiu t.i qpoil c;iurt. Why ttOt bale vrtfch Ucrl
Dftltl Dd land you uiy lab^f-Ver va help you,
I Livr yoa tie othft' tsvrulnfi.  Hi-Ul liu-rel; fldoa cloxd cao eye, Uiruut his
Lis chtsk awl eteoUed Harm the
•i ssltoS* ctreoi of Brainliagdoh,
W'tiajj sslf coastiouo vlegality,
ntry town it ia impossible
l» Ue^t e;cret, esceyt
rumor  points  to  so
Iminals that justice r.nd
become lost in aurmiso,
loi-ent thut tho guilty
xo detect murder, tbo
i Bwlf t at tbo discovery
• met Juliet at a fancy
Instead of at n mas-
ia, and afterwards prowled
Irdun of bis mistress' father's
giiori  Captilct -nnd  Montaguo
.-en informed of the occurrences
following morning by several
I credible oye witnesses—all of
ami tho majority on the other
-thirty years of ago.
'as Christmas day, cold, clear  and
■osty.   Mr.  Dawbani was dressed  in  his
,  brightest black, nnd bis cravat was as a mon- j
ument to tho most irreproachable of laundresses.   But Mr.  Dawbani was pnlo and
agitated, his head shook nnd his bauds trembled, till tho papers he held iu them rattled
and crumpled.
Wheu a servant opened the dining room
door and announced "Mr. Muuro," Mr. Daw-
barn turned paler, and wheu tbo young clerk
whom Mr. Roliert Studdeu had so playfully
rallied n fortnigbt beforo in the street entered, tho banker trembled more violently,
"Mr. Munro,"suid the banker, when tho
door was closed,."you—you—you doubtless
know why I havo sant for you—on this festive occa—sioa—siou, today?"
Tbo young clerk, who was ns pnlo as Mr.
Dawbani, faltered out, "No, sir," with so
trniis|Nircat an effort thnt tho banker saw
tbnt tlio young man perfectly understood the
reason of iho Interview,
"Your conduct, sir, has been sueh that I—
I—I do not know bow to address you," stammered Mr. Dawbnrn, "That you, sir, my
servant, my paid mid salaried servant,
should hnvo so abused my confidence; should
hnvo so dared to try to so injur? uo is—is—
what 1 did not expect from you. I know nil,
sir, nil. You aro discharged from tho bank
this moment,"
A pailg shot over tho young man's face.
"You will no:, be allowed to enter the"
ngain. This quarter's salary is tlieiv?, si
The banker put upon tho table a small paper
packet. "Ar, I shnll not suffer you to take
your placo at your desk again, there is a half
year's salary." Tho banker placed another
small packet on the tabic, and tbo clerk mndo
a deprecatory motion with or, j hand. "I insist on it, sir, and shall tako no denial. I
also insist on your leaving Branilitigdou tonight, or to-morrow morning, at tho latest.
Should you havo nny debts here, leavo a list
of tbcuifdlld today being Christmas day, 1
will seo that one of tbo dorks pays them tho
dny ufter to-morrow. Thero can bo no excuse fervour remaining, and your absence,
sir, is a matter of much moro importance
to mo than a fow paltry pounds; bo I will
hear of no objection."
Mr. Dawbani paused and drow breath, and
the young clerk looked nt him and then at
the window, us if out into a far distance beyond,
"My accounts, sir" ho bogaii, whon the
banker Interrupted hlra,
"Will b? found quite right, I daresay. Had
yoii only robbed mo of money, sir, I should
linvo been better pleased. I havo treated
you only too well, and in return seo what
you have done." Mr. Dawbnrn struck his
clenched band upon tho table. "But no
matter. Do I understand that jou will leave
Bra'tnlfpgdon to-night."
Muuro look bis eyes from tbo window, and,
bolting full in tho banker's face, snid:
Mr. Dawbarn's faco turned scarlet, nnd bo
again struck tho table. "Don't mention my
daughter's unino to mc, sir, if you please. 1
won't bear iti How dare you! There, sir,
ire the rubbishing letters you hnvo sent to
her, and if you havo any senso of decency or
honesty left, you will return those you have
of hers—of—of my dan -liter's."
Muuro took up tho letters his former mas-,
ter had tossed to liim.
"Did you bear m.\   if asked tbo banker.
"I beg your pardon.11
"I sny, will you (*jvo mo back ber letters,
anil will you leave Bi'nm.ingdon to-night!"
Thore wns a pau :o, and tbo bells of tho
church rang out for : loniiug scrvic.,
"IoaninakeiioproaiiBO, sir,1' replied tho
young elork, vory clearly. "I havo a duty
to your dull : liter as woll os a duty to you. If
alio desires tliat I Bhould"—
"You sot mo at defiance, do you, sir!" burst
in tho banker, "Very good, very good; but
tlou'fc suppose that if you stay hero forever
thin, yon will seo my (laughter, or bo enabled
to write to her. If you stop In Brninlingdoii,
sho goes, Next week sho travels with hor
mother to London, abroad, anywhere, away
from her father's presumptuous clerk, who,
because bis master naked him n fow times to
his house, tosltat his table, and treated liim
as an equal, so far forgot himself aa to lift
is eyes up to hi i daughter, bis only child,"
It had boon a terrible Christmas morning
In tho banker's house, Mr, nml Mrs. Daw
barn had boon Informed thnt their only
daughter, Lucy, rose overy morning early
aud had nu interview with tho young clerk,
Mtmro, in tho kitchen garden, tho door of
which oponod Into a lane, and of which door
either Lucy 01' tiie young clerk, or both, possessed iv key. Lucy bad been forced into confession, nml bad gono on hot1 knees to her
papa, mul wept and implored him not to hurt
her George. Sho bnd given up all bis letters,
which sho was iu tho habit of placing under
her pillow every night, and which letters
Muuro bnd written stealthily In banking
hours and placed In a certain portion of tbo
wall, near tbo tool houso in tho kitchen garden, Mr, Dawbani went on wildly aud
frightened Mrs. Dawbani, a goad, motherly
woman, into a fit. When Mrs. Dawbnrn recovered, Miss Lucy went off iuto a swoon,
aud her father nnd mother had to recover
fier, and Mr. Dawbnrn was iu agony lest the
servants of bis household should bo cognizant
ot tho disturbance, which was an entirely unnecessary excitement on his part, as tbeyj
tho servants, had known ull about it for tho
last eight mouths, Poor Lucy was told tbat
Munro was to bu immediately sent away,
but that sho nud her mamma were to go to
church thai day, as their absence might be
remarked by u dovout but curious congregation, nud tlmt sbe was to bathe her eyes and
look unconcerned, easy, comfortable and composed,
As Lucy and her mamma passed tbo door
of the dining room, Lucy heard .tho young
clerk's voice, Sho knew thut sho should
never seo liim again, aud akt> could not resist
ber impulse, Sho ran to tbe door, seized tbe
handle, und would have opened it, but her
mamma pulled her nway, ftud on tho other
sido Mr Dawbani rushed to tbo door and put
bio back against Jt, Munro atrodo to tho
window, tbat bo might tako a last look of bis
mistress ns ebo left the house.
"Good-by, Georgo dear, good-byl" cried
poor Lucy iu tbo poertigc. "Wo shall novor
*co each other again; but good-by and goodly aud flOPtVby again."
chapter nr/
; Aj'cnrbadoJnpsocI eiuco Lucy Dawbarn
had Liddcu farewell to hor father's clerk
through tho dining room door, Ho bad left
Breiuiiugdon aud gono no ono know whither.
Keitber letter nor message camo to Lucy; aho
woo too strictly watched. She often walked
iu tbo garden and looked at that portion of
tho wall where tbey had concealed their lot-
tors. Tho good old brick tbat tbey
used to tako out cud put back
again was a thing cf tho past,
In ita placo thoro was a bran new red brick
cemented by bran new white mortar that you
could seo a miio off. Lucy bad been to Loudon, aud bad boon visiting not ouly hor
father's und mother's relatives but tho magnates of tbo county, aud bad seen nil sorts of
pleasures and fashion and distraction, and at
tho end of six mouths bad returned very thin
and pale.
Sho had been homo but a few weeks when
tlio news came that, young Muuro hnd nailed
from Liverpool for New York. It reached
Lucy's em's through a sympathetic servant
maid. Tho next morning sho sent word that
sho would liko to hnvo a cup of tea sent to
licr up stairs In her own room, ns sho hnd a
licadacho nnd begged to bo excused from tho
breakfast table. Mrs. Dawbnrn knew that
sho had board of Munro's departure for
America, but sho did not dare to mention
ovon tho name of tho, objectionublo clork to
her husband, who wnscntiroly ignorant of tho
young man's movements. Two or three days
nfter lho doctor was sent for. The medical
man hummed uud hawed nnd snid tbat his
patient wan low. Lucy grow worse nnd worse.
A consult;ition was hold. Tho young lady's
disorder was pronounced to bo nervous fever,
uud ono whito headed old gentleman from
Loudon suggested to Mr. and Mrs. Dawbani
tbat if tho young lady were engaged be
should not advlso the postponement of the
"You see, my dear Mr. Dawbani," snid tho
old gentleman, "your dear daughter's malady
is partly mental, Sho baa hero uo employment, that is, no fresh employment for her
mind. If you could substitute new duties,
fresh impressions, she would recover quickly.
Hei energy is wearing ber to pieces; sho
wants, so to spenl;, to begin ber lifo over
again. If—if her partner has not yot been
chosen"— bore tho eyes of tho fnther nnd
mother met—"lot her travel, let her choose
nn occupation, givo her something to do. I
know a young 1. dy—ranch tho same kind of
case—'.v..'. .jolc to painting, nnd found cou-
lu benefit from lho study mid tlio
i-.'actice. Italy, now, might create a desiro
to cultivate somo art—say music, oh! Your
dear daughter is not strong; her mind is too
much for her body."
Lucy wns taken to Hnrrognte, to Cheltenham, to Leamington nnd Scarborough, then
to tbo south of France nnd Italy. When aho
returned to Bramlingdon she bad to be lifted
from tlio carriage. Her father, who had not
seen ber for two months, was struck with tho
visible alteration in her foe* and figure. Ho
himself carried hor to hi.r room and was
hardly conscious of his burden. Sho
snld sho was tired with her journey
and would go to bed, Mr. Dawbnrn descended to dine with his wife, nnd mooting
on tho stall's with tho sympathetic housemaid who bad informed Lucy of Munro's departure for America, and asking tlio girl
why sho was crying, and receiving for answer thnt it was for Miss Lucy, bo discharged
ber on tho spot.
It was a dismal dinner. Husband nnd wifo
spoke but littlo, and when ono caught the
tho other's oyo there was n great show of appetite. Mr. Dawbani drank a considerable
quantity of sherry. When tho cloth wns removed the conversation flagged. Neither
dared begin tho consultation they felt was
Inevitable, Before tbey went into Lucy's
room to look nt her aa sho lay sleeping, Mr.
Dawbuni put his arm around his wife's waist
nud kissed heron tho forehead, a proceeding
which mndo tho good old lady tremble very
much and hor mouth and nostrils quiver.
Sido by side in tbo dark tho couplo lay
awake In their luxurious cbninbor, Btarting
at tho reflection of tho window framo upon
tbo blinds.   Tho father began.
"Philip," said tbo mother.
"What do yon think of Lucy?"
Tho mother heaved a deep sigh.
"Good God!" said tho banker, "when I
took ber up in my arms I could hardly feel
her weight.   Sho wns liko a feather—liko a
feather.  Jemima, you're crying, my lovo.
Toll mo, honestly, now, honestly, candidly,
as you think.   Tell mo, tell mo."
Tlio wifo throw ber arm around hor husband's neck and sobbed: "I fear that wo
shall lose her,"
It was spoken, nnd death was recognized
ns a presence in tbo houso.
"D'yo think (hero's no hope!"
"Only ono, mid that a vory poor ono,"
Mr. Dawbani felt a mental qualm, for he
know what was coming.
"What's Hint." bo asked.
"You'll be angry with mo, Philip, if I tell
"Angry, my dear? no, no, not a bit," said
tho father.
"You know what I mean,"
The banker sighed.
"Do you mean" ho begnn.
"Yes, I do," replied lho mother. "If Lucy
could see or hear of that young man, 1 ho-
llovo Sho would recover. I'm sure it would
do her good."
There wns a long pause, Mr. Dawbani
groaned in spirit, but bo felt that bis wjfo
was right.
"I bnd such better viows for her," groaned
tbo banker.
I'Ycs, my dear, I know yon had," said tho
wife, pressing his hand,
"Lord Lundringa was most particular in
bis attentions, and Sir Tbcophilus Hawdon
absolutely spoko to mo about ber."
"I know bo did," said tbo acquiescent wifo.
"Think of Lucy being Lady Landringa or
Lady Hawdon I county peoplo—and then of
her being Mrs. — obi"
"It's a sad thing, dear, but what can we
do now tbat aho's so ill—poor thing!  And If
wo could eavo ber lifo"	
Mr. Dawbnrn turned in tho bed. "I'll ask
Topham about It to-morrow." {Tophum was
tbe doctor.)   "I'll hoar his opinion."
"I have asked him," said tho mother, "and
hongrec3 with mo."
"But bow can It bo donor' asked tbo
banker, turning again restlessly. "I can't
ask tbo fellow to marry my daughter."
"No, but you can offer him a situation in
tbo bank,"
"Suppose ho refuses,"
"Ho won't refuse,"
"But how can I find him?   Whero is lief"
"In America," answered Mrs. Dawbarn.
"America!'' repeated tho banker, sitting
up in bed.   "Thou bow tho deuco is ho to bo
got at!"
"Advertise for bim, If ho will apply to
So-and-So, ho will hear of something to his
advantage, I asked Dr. Topbam'a advice
about all that,"
"Advertising Is not respectable," said tbo
banker; to which bis wifo mado no reply but
tho word 'Lucy,'"
"Besides," continued Mrs. Dawbnrn, nfter
a short pause, "If you don't liko advertising,
scud somebody aftor bim to find out .7ln.ro
ho Is,"
"Sendoomebodyl Send who!
"Oh, that Mr. Mtuddcu; bo's doing nothing
and I dure say will bo glad of the job."
"I suppose that Tophum advised tbat tool,'
"Yes, ho did.0
"J thought I recognized Tooham's interest
i j uu& $ uuug vagabond.  1 suppose you aud  demotion for tbe past and a fluo prospeofi tor
bo hnvo talkod this matter over new some \ the future.
"I and Hr. StudilenS"
"No, you cud TopUam,"
"And you've arranged It all between you."
"Why didn't you tell uo this before,
"1 waa afraid."
"Afraid!   Afraid of what!"
"Of you."
"Of mo, Jemima! Don't yon think X lent
my child aa much ns you!"
"I'm suro you do; but you men don't understand somo things."
"But Topbnm's a man," remarked tbe
puzzled banker.
"But then he's a doctor," was the reply.
Mr. Dawbani groaned inwardly, as a possible coronet presented itself to hia mind's
eye—and thou faded away. "I suppose you
must huve it your own way." be aald.
"May I, Philip!" asked his wife, putting
her arm around his neck a second time,
"Yen, I bcliovo you're In tbo right. But
won't tho shock—tlio surpriso hurt ber!"
"I'll answer for that May I toll her tomorrow!'!
"Yes," sighed tho vanquished father.
"Bless you, Philip*!" said tho good mother;
und alio kissed hoi' partner, and lioth wifo
and husband slept tho sleep of tho just.
"Lucy, my dear," said Mrs. Dawbnrn tbo
next morning ns she entered tbo invalid'*
cbnmbcr, "I and papa hnvo been talking
aboil t you."
"Yes, mamma," said Lucy, with an evident want of interest in tho subject:
"And what do you think he says!1'
"Don't know, mamma."
"Ho's going to mako some alterations in
iho bail!;."
"Oh, indeed!"
Miss Lucy bad not tho smallest solicitude
about tbo bank,
"And what elso do you think?"
"Oh, mamma, I am so tired," said Lucy
"What else dn you think bo menus to do!"
continued Mrs, Dawbani, bending her matronly head over her daughter's face, and
pouring into her ear words that mndo tlie
girl flush scarlet and ber eyes flash.
"Oh, iimmmn, itcnu't bo true!"
"My love, could I devolve yon!"
"No, dear mamma, no; but oh, is it true!
Kiss mc, mamma ('ear.   I am so happy nnd
eo thankful, nud—and in a littlo timo, when
I'vo thought over how happy I nm, papa
may como in, and I'll kiss bim nnd thank
liim. and tell him how grateful I am too,
But poor Lucy could got no further,' ond
sobbed and wept witli delight,
"My darling, kiss mo now," said her father,
advancing from tho door, behind which bo
had watched tho effect of tho news. "I'll do
anything tognnka you happy—anything."
"0 papa! my own papal"
"My darling, you'll lovo mo now again as
yon used to do, won't you? and—and—there's
Mr. Bob Studden's knock. I'll send tbat fellow off to Now York—I mean to Liverpool,
this very night."
Mr. Bob Stndden wns waiting in tbo dining
room. Ho was so changed in faco, dress, appearance nud manner that when Mr. Dawbani saw htm bo started nnd snid:
"Aro you Mr. Robert Studdeu f"
"Yes, Mr. Dawbnrn, it's me," said tbo familiar voice. "I dare say you And me
changed.   I do myself."
Ho was indeed altered. In plnco of tho
spick, span, now, natty, dressy, shiny, oily,
varnished Bob, lho delight of barmaids and
tho envy of grooms, stood n shabby, corduroy trousered, waistcontloss vagabond, smelling of straw and porter. Mr. Dawbani hesitated beforo ho asked him to sit down.
"1 got your letter, sir," said Bob, whoso
manner was ns deferential n3 bis clothes wore
shabby, "and camo on immediately. Sorry
I couldn't present myself moro decently; but
such is fate."
"What ore you doing now, Mr. Studden!"
asked tho banker.
"At present, sir, replied Bob, "I am stableman at tho Cock aud Bottle."
"Good gracious!"
"It's not what I could wish, sir, but It's
better than nothing. I'm sorry to say I'm
only oraployed thero two days n week—Mondays and market days; but still, what with
odd jobs, I manage to grub on."
Mr. Dawbani looked at tho cx-bettbig
man's wan fnco nnd wistful oyes, and asked
him if ho would tako a glass of wino.
Bob shot a quick glance, and said that he
would; and In tbo keen look Mr. Dawbarn
rend hunger.
"Tbo sherry," snid tho banker to a servant,
"nnd bring lunch— somo cold reust beef—
nnd—you know; und whon wo'vo lunched,
Mr. Studdeu, we'll talk business "
Mr. Studden's performance upon tho bcof
wns so extraordinary that tbo banker feared
thnt bo would commit involuntary suicide.'
It was with a feeling of intense relief that bo
enw bim nttnek lho cheese; but tho attack
was so prolonged that Mr. Dawbarn feared
lest tho suffocation tho beef had left unaccomplished should Im effected by tbo Stilton.
"Not any more, sir, thank you," answered
Bob to his host's complimentary question.
"I never tasted such a cheese—nnd aa for tho
beef, it's beautiful, I haven't tasted nnlmnl
food for these tan days, For rod herring Is
nut animal food nuy mora than n lump of
salt is, and I'm sick of red herrings. Soak
'cm in os much hot water ns you llko, thoy
always taste of luctfers; perhaps becauso they
lio next to 'em in tho shop. I may thank you,
Mr. Dawbarn, for a real meal such as I
haven't bad for—for"	
Tbo wiuo'Mr. Studden had drunk seemed
to havo got into his head, and from hia head
Into Ids eyes. Men ore strange creatures—
and even hotting men ure men—nnd whether
it was tbo memory of bygone days, or tbo
wino, or tho bread, or tbo butter, or tho beef,
or tho cheese tbnt affected him, cannot bo
ascertained, but ono of theso causes, or somo
of them, or all, caused Bob Studden to ley
his bond upou bis nrma, and to cry copiously,
Ho then began accusing himself, and saying thnt bo was a bad lot; tbat riowin miserable and repented; tbnt his lifo was
an hourly curse to bim; that ho knew
lio bnd brought it all upon himself; tbnt all bis frlonds had deserted hfm, particularly thoso who had shared
his hospitality, and oven bis monoy, when bo
was prosperous; that tho man who owed his
riso lu Hfo to bim, and whom bo bnd assisted
at a crisis, had behaved to him with an Ingratitude that stung him to tho soul; tbnt ho
was half starved and bad no bod but in tbo
stable; that ho was ruined—ruined- and bod
no hopo.
Whon tho poor, broken down semester bad
exhausted himself, tbo bnnkor began. II-
told bim that ho (tbo bankor) bad been nd-
vlsod to offer him (Studden) employment
because ho know bim to bo intelligent, mid
hoped tbat his post sufferings fiad been a
warning to him for tbo future; that tho business ho wished to employ bim on was difficult and delicate, being no less than to go to
Now York nnd from there to wherever oho
It might bo necessary to travel, in search
of Mr. Munro; thnt monoy would bo provided and letters furnished bim, and tbat
ho waa required to start, for Liverpool that
vory night; thut it wus hoped ho would no!*
lightly givo up a chanco (bat offered him re*
TU dp it! I'll do iti" said Boh, rising and
grasping tbo banker's hand;''and God bless
you, Mr. Dawbarn, for giving a poor outcast
devil liko mo tho chanco, I'll nob deceive
ycu, cir, ii1 1 do"—
"Hush, bush, Mr. Studdeu,"
"You 11 mako a man of me, sir—a MAN!
I'll bo truo as steel. PU not bat—not on tho
beat horso tbat wns ovor foaled. To-night,
sir—I'll ctart tliis minute, barefoot, if you
wished it. I've goto decent suit of clothes
ti pawn, dr, quite icood -enough for tho lik<"
of me; I'll be faithful and truo, sir, and God
bless you, sir, and—and"	
Hero Bob broke down again, and even stiff
Mr. Dawbani was compelled to uso his cambric handkerchief as Mr. Studdeu used his
coat sleeve. Bob was furnished with letters;
among them was ono from Mr. Dawbani
addressed to Muuro, which inclosed a note
from Lucy, which contained' only theso
words, written fn u largo, trembling baud:
"Comeback tome—obi como buck to mo,
my dear;'nnd soon, if you would seo ngain
upon this earth your own Luov."
A few hours after Bob waa Boated on tbo
roof of tbo night coach, and aa It rattled
past tho banker's bouse bo saw a light in
Lucy's chamber. Although tbo night was
cold tho window was thrown up, and a thin
hand waved a handkerchief.
Two yeara elapsed and tbere was no news
of. tlio missing Mr. Munro. Letters arrived
frequently from different parts of America
from Mr. Bob Studden, who evidently found
bis task to be more difficult than bo had sup-
piwl. America was a largo continent, and
'i was not so cosy to And ono particular man
upon it. Poor Lucy amused herself by reading books nud perusing maps, Sho liked to
wonder if Georgo wore thero—or tbere, nud
what sort of place it wns. Sho arranged all
Mr. Bob Studden's letters of Intelligence in
chronological order nud compared them with
the books nnd tho maps, and so traced.bis
progress. Sho always know when nn American letter arrived by an histiuct for which
kIic was nt a loss to account herself; but for
all theso sources of consolation, for all Iter
mother's nnd father's solicitude, she grew
weaker nnd weaker. Sho took no air but iu
oil invalid chair. Her father walked by her
sido grave nnd dejected. Stealthy shad'
mvs took possession of tbo haulier's bouse.
They flitted on tlie windows, lingered on tho
staircases and hung about tbo passages; and
tbo good folks of Bramlingdon looked sad as
they passed tho banker's, over which, as over
thoso it contained, there huug tho sanctity of
t great sorrow.
Two long, long yenrs and two long, long
months Lucy waited and hoped, each day
her palo cheek growing paler, and her light
form lighter, and toward Christmas sho was
unable to bo lifted from ber bed. Dr. Top-
bnm said that ho had exhausted tho resources
of his science; nnd when tbo poor girl turned
feverishly, nnd, with a alight access of delirium, asked for tbe fiftieth timo if there
woro no news, tho doctor beckoned tho bunker
nud liis wifo from tho sick room and said:
"I'vo an ideal This cannot Inst long-she
must bo quieted somehow. Sho keeps asking for news; now news from America
would quiet her nud sho might sleep."
"Wc havo no news," said thosinglo minded
"No," replied tbo doctor, "but wo can
make somo."
"Mako some!"
"Fabricate it—invent It   Don't you see!"
"0 doctor!" remarked tho tearful mother,
"to decoivo a poor creature on tho threshold
of death 1"
"To snatch her from death," said Dr. Top-
linni. "It must bo dono. It is tho Inst
chance. Wo must write u letter from Studden thia very night."
"nut—but—but—it is forgery I" stammered
th" banker.
"Besides," snld Mrs. Dawbnrn, "Lucy
knows Mr. Studden's hand aud always ox-
nmincB tho envelopes."
"Thon," anid tho doctor, "wo must do It by
telegraph "
"Telegraph I"
"Yes.   In a few minutes yon wlll receive
a telegram from Mr. Dob Studden, saying
tbat ho has just arrived at Liverpool with—
with a companion."
"Who'll send It!"
"I will," snid tho doctor.
"But when—whon sho finds that Studden
is not in England—what then!"
"Wo must think of something else," said
tbo undaunted Topham. "Tho caso is deft-
perate, und something desperate must bo
tried. Oo and tail; to her, Mrs, Dawbarn,
and I'll send tbo telegram."
With a strong fooling of conscious guilt
Mr. mid Mrs. Dawbarn put Into their daughter's hand a telegram containing these words:
"From Robert Studden, Adolpbi Hotel, Liverpool, to Charles Dawbarn, Bramlingdon.
"1 havo just arrived in Liverpool. I hnvo
news of Mr. M. I hopo to bo In Bramlingdon by Thursdays'1
Lucy read tbo telegram and sat up In her
"He's come, mammal" sho said, nnd hor
eyes flashed nnd her cheeks flushed, "lio
Iniided In England thia morning—I folt bo
did—aboufi f) o'clock. Ho will bo hero soon,
George will-very soon—vory soon. Mamma,
please tell Eliza to put out my lilao frock. Ho
liked lilac—and to como nnd do my hair—
nud-and—nnd—tell Eliza to como to mound 1 can tell hor what 1 want myself,"
Tho father nnd mother exchanged glances
thnt aaid: "Hero ia tho consequence of our
deception, Wbnt can bo dono noxt!" Tho
thought bnd hardly been interchanged lie.
fow a smart rap was hoard at tbo street door,
and a servant camo in with another tele-
graphio dispatch, which ran tbusi
"From It. Studden, Adelphi Hotel, Liverpool, to C. Dawbarn, Bramlingdon.
"Just arrived horo with Mr. Munro. Shall
start by night train, leaving hero nt 1:80.
M, nnd self will bent Bramlingdou to-morrow.   Tolegrupb back."
"How absurd of Topham to semi two tolo-
grams!" anid Mr. Dawbarn, when he and his
wifo were alone, "as If ono would not briug
mischief enough,   Ho must ho mad,"
Dr. Topham entered tho ho.iso, and Inquired how bis plan had succeeded.
"Ob, Lucy is vory much delighted und agitated," answered Lucy's father,   "What wo
ahnll do with - hor when situ finds tbo uows
not truo, 1 do not know.   But, Topham, why
tho douco did you send two telegrams!"
"Twol" echoed Tophnm. "Ioulysoutone."
"Yos, yon did."
"No, 1 didn't."
"Yos, you did.  ncre it is,"
Tbo doctor looked nt tbo second telegram,
and said, "I didn't scud this."
"Nol   Who thon!"
"By Jovol Ho dldl Studden, I moan.
Dawbarn, he's como I ho'scomol I only anticipated tho truth, It wai a medical inspiration—and my patlont will recover."
Mr, Dawbani loot no timo In telogi-nphiug
baok to Liverpool, At Lucy's express doslre
Mr, Studdeu was Instructed to telegraph at
every station, that bIio might know bow
much nearer and uearer hor George wns to
her. Tho telegraph boys wore up tbo v. hub
night, uud Lucy kopt tho toteztuuu aud read
them until aho fell fust asleep, •
WbuuBhonwokoBho found herself tumble
to I'lco, co rowlvod to receive hor future bua-
bi.ud Iiuii-.lo; mid when she bad looked ia
tljo mirror uhu bogged her mamma lu u
whisper io lot ber have somo rouge—"not to
make mo look better, but for fear my pale,
white, white cheeks should frighten George.1'
Tbo heavy hours flow by. Georgo arrived,
and wus shown upstairs to bis faithful, constant mistres-t; aud tbo servants in tbo
kitchen held grunt jubilee, and thero was
sweet hem-ting below stairs us woll as above,
Mr. Dawbani fouud Mr, Bob Studdeu
quite un American—according to the notion
of Auioi'icuns imbibed by Englishmen a few
months resident iu the Now World. He
woro a "goatee" beard, squat* toed boots,
and loud trousers and cravat. Ho addressed
Mr. Dawbnrn as "colonel," aud assumed a
maimer that savored equally of tho quarterdeck aud the counter—half pirate, half bag-
"As I advertised you, colonel," he explained, "tu the various letters from the
various diggings where I fixed my temporary
location whon 1 set foot in Now York, 1
could find small tracoof G. Munro, but I followed up that trace, and dogged eternally
wherever be had mado tracks. At lust 1 lost
bim, nnd was near thinkiu' I was dono holler
—yes, sir—and do you know why I thought 1
was dono holler! Ho changed his name, nud
what bis last occupation was I could not discover. Howovor, I traveled and traveled
on; and how d'ye think, and whar d'yo tbiak,
colonel, 1 found him out at last!"
"I don't kuow."
"It was quite by accident—It was. I
thought I'd heard of bim In Detroit, but I
couldn't find bim in Detroit; and I Wns goin'
away by tho caw on the following suu up.
Not knowing wbnt to do with myself till
roosting time, I strolled into tho museum—
that Is—that waa a theatre then. Tbo first
man I ace upon tbe stage was G. Muuro,
dressed liko n citizen, iu coat, vest and pants,
or perhaps I should not hnvo known him. 1
hailed him, aud wo stnrted off that very
night We traveled quicker than post, or I
should hnvo written. 1 should havo diagnosed him before, but tho truck was cold, because bo bad changed bis name, and gono
upon tbo stage—a fact which 1 have not mentioned to nny one but you, nor do 1 intend to
du—tho stngo not boing considered by the
general ns business liko."
Lucy was soon seen out again in tho invalid
chair, but her father uo longer walked by her
side. Ho waa replaced by Mr. Muuro, who
usually propelled it himself. Within eighteen
months tlio young couplo were married,
ami some timo after Georgo was mndo a
partner in tho bank. Mr. Robert Studden.
by tho iissistanco of his patron, emigrated to
Australia, where ho drives a thriving business [ti horses. Beforo ho sailed ho spout the
Christmas day with tho brido and bridegroom. Aud though our talo ends happily
with marriage and dowry, as novels nnd
plays should end, It is not for that reason u
fiction, but a truo story of truo lovo,
Events «
Day Wl.lclt Matte Mr. Scris-
Blon Tired.
It wns Christmas dny; nuybody could tell
it; sleigh bells rang out more crisp and clear
than usual; tho sun was brighter, tlio nir
was sharper, men stepped more briskly along
tho streets, tho chimes sounded sweeter; tho
sleigh bells tinkled moro merrily, nnd if that
wasn't enough to convinco tho most skeptical, ho could took ut tho bending of the
morning newspaper.
"Hal" cried Mr. Scriggles as bo limped
out of bod; "beautiful day I beautiful; and,
Indeed, Christmas; Mrs. Scriggles isn't owake
yot cither; I'll get ahead of ber thia time
Merry Christ—"
"Scriggles, 1ms tho servant got that lire
started vet!"
"I don't know, dear; I was just going
down to seo about it.   Merry Cbrist-
"Scriggles, I would llko to have $ft to give
to tho church. Havo you got any money left
from last night!"
"Certainly, I kept $35 exclusively for
Christmas. I'll leavo tho five ou the dressing
caso for you."
Ho skipped gayly down stairs just in timo
to meet tbo now up stairs girl.
"Good mornin" Mistlier Scriggles, Merry
Chrlstmns and Christmas gift."
"Certainly. Bridget, here's a couplo of dollars for you."
Tho cook waa just emerging from the
kitchen whon bo arrived at tbo door.
"ChristmusgiP, Mnssa Scriggles."
"Certaluly, Arabella; here's $2 for you."
Breakfast was oaten nnd Scriggles presented
his wifo wltb a bonnet which she snld wns
horrid, nnd sho gavo him a cans to add to bis
collection, which numbered something aver
a dozen.
Ho thon took tbo street car down town.
"Mornin', Masai Scriggles," said his beet-
black.   "Chrisuiusglf."
"Yes, Sam; hero's a dollar for you."
•'Christmas gift, Mr. Scriggles," said tho
elovntor boy,
"Yes, of course; horo'a a dollnr for you."
"Christmas gift, Mr. Scriggles," said his
office boy In a cheery, holiday tone, which
was good for $3.
"Ab, good dny, madamo," said bo to tho
lady whom ho found seated in Ida chair.
"Merry Christmas to you, I'm sure."
"1 nm glad to seo that you havo tko tree |
Christian spirit," who said.   "I augurs favorably for my cmuid." t
"What can I do for you, ma'nm!"
"1 nm working in tho cause of charity,"
sho replied.   "I am soliciting subscriptions
for tbo now minion for tbo natives of Patagonia.   I hopo I may put you itolva fer $10.
Mr. Scriggles Enid certainly, and bauded
her tho monoy.
Tbo janitor and two scrub ladles nlso mado
successful culls. Ho bail to compromise with
tbo latter on oO cents apiece.
At nbout 8 o'clock Mr. Scriggles concluded
to start for borne.   As hu reached the sidewalk ho felt hi his vest pockets, then In bis
trousers pocket,   A slight look of annoyance
crossed hia face,
"Morry Christmas," said a cheery voioo,
"Oh, bow nre you, Brown; yos, to bo sure.
Do you huppen to have a oar tlckot in your
"No, I haven't,"
"Any clinngol"
"No, not a red."
When Scriggles reached homo it was about
half past 0, Ho dragged himself wearily
through tbo door and bung himself ou tho
"Did you havo a pleasant Christinasl"
asked his wife,
"Christmas bo-blessed I" was tbo only
reply as hu flopped ovor ou his sido, with bis
faco to tbo wall.
flrlef  ami   Pointed    Essays   on   Current
Tho first territorial Volapuk club in America has boon organized in Walla Walla,
Washington Territory. There is a phonetic
appropriateness in this thing. J, W, Itedlng-
ton's scientific journal, The Walla Walla
Wab Wah, Is tho olllcial organ of tbo society.
Don't talk to us about honor among
thieves. When tbe train robbers wont
through that Northern Paoiflo train at Custer, thoy refused to tako any money from the
train conductor aud brakemeu, but when they
came to tho Pullman car they went through
all tho Pullman employes twice, and then
threatened to kill them if tbey didn't rake
up a littlo more. Such treatmout as this
must cut Sir Georgo to tho benrt. Why, you
wouldn't bo at all surprised now to learn that
thoso train robbers, when tooy got safely
away, fell upon nud robbed each other.
"What makes a white cat deaf!" asks a
scientific writer. Why, we always supposed
It was the debate on the tariff. It makes
human beings wish tbey were deaf or dead.
"Why did the orator speak of 'the late
Georgo Washington!"' asked Rollo. "Because ho is dead," replied Hollo's mother.
"But Washington was never lato," said
Rollo; "ho was Qrst in wnr, Ilrst in peace
and first iu lho hearts of hia countrymen."
"But lio was tbo last man to get a monument," anid Hollo's Uncle Georgo, aud without coming to a vote the committee rose and
tbo houso adjourned.—Brooklyn Eagle,
A Total Mistake.
Mrs. Jacob S , an estimablo woman
living in a small town In tbo west, discovered early in ber matrimonial career tbat she
bad not been fortunate in ber choice of a
husband, for Jacob proved to bo excessively
lazy mid shiftless, doing almost nothing for
tbo support of bis wifo and tbo round faced
tittle children.
Soveral yeara after her marriage Mra. S—
hoard of tbe approaching marriage of Jen-
uio Krnlo, tho daughter of a neighbor, and
mooting the girl one day sho said:
"Veil, Slumnio, 1 hear you vas tbinkin'
'bout getting married.   Vas dot so!"
Tho girl, with becoming blushes, admitted
tbo truth of tbo rumor.
"Veil, ShennieV'said Mra. 8 , "Itwould
bo veil for you to dink dwice beforo you
mnrrys nnypody."
"Did you think twice about It when you
were married." nsked Jennie, rather resenting tho intimation tbat sho had not mado a
wiso choice.
Veil, yes, I did," replied Mm S , after
somo littlo hesitation. "I did dink dwice,
Sbennie; but I mado von grade meestake,
von grado meestake, Shennle, I did not dink
dcr second time undil alter I vas married."—
Detroit Freo Press.
Dangerous to Trlllo With.
Deacon Lukers (entering crowded car)—
Say, you I Hov you paid fer that young
one's seat! *■
Count Fillippl (who has left bis organ fn
thobnggago car)—Sicca bim, PJppoI—Judge.
Onli:hl nt nli'hlal   0 night
Desired of nmuBolougi
Tim ancient heavens lied forth In light
To slug thee thy uow song;
Anil tihoot lug down tlio stoon
To xlii-phord folk of old,
An aiurH, while thoy watched tholr ulitwR
Hot (oat beside tho fold,
Tt van so long ago;
lint tlod can mako It new,
Ami lis with Hint .tweet overflow,
Our empty hearts endow,
Tako, Lord, ilioso words outworn,
Oh, mnko them now for aye,
Spcnk-"Uuto you a child la horn,"
Today—lodiittoduyl     —Jean Ingclow,
Tliey n»vo No Perspective,
An American writer says tbo wealthy
Japanese picturo owner koop3 his art treasures stowed away in what is called a "go-
down," or storehouse, and bis paintings are
brought up ono at n timo If nny visiter Is
present, in order that a single picturo may
bo scon by itself. Wo should think that ono
at a timo would bo about os many as an
American could stand, if thoy are tho work
of Japanese artists. Japanese art la eccentric
and mystifying, and half a dozen at a time
would mako tho visitor think bo had what in
Volapul; language is called tho"|UHsJuu.n
Norristowu Herald.
Unfortunately, Too Often tho
Tho minister nought to fmprai
by giving Bobby a lesson in mo|*"
boy," ho said, "I havo lived foi
aatl bnvo never used tobacco '
nor toid a lio, nor awore, nor plaL
nor"—  "Havo you got any UttinHfEf' interrupted Bobby.   "No, I havo never had
any littlo boys."  "Well, thoy are mlgbty
lucky," said Bobby.—San Francisco Wasp,
Ten Hearts That tlcat as One,
Mormon Youth—Mr. Elder, I am in love
with your daughters.
Mr. Elder-Which ones!
Mormon Youth—Miasos Amy, CInribol,
Mamie, Jennie, Emma, Polly, Bridget, Ann
ond Josephine.
Mr. KIder—Tako them, my boy; tako them
and try to mako some of them happy,—Town
Topics,       ________________
Rather Have tho Hoy Whipped.
Editor—John, if anybody calls toll k!ml
nm vory busy writing an editorial,
Ofllce Boy (ten minutes later)—Man dowi
stairs what wants to know who wrote that
article In yesterday's paper.
Editor—Go back and tell bim you wrote
It.  I'm not fooling Arab rate today.—Judge,
A I'lno Profession.
Mr. Crupper (to his jockey)—How did 11
happen, Muckins! You aro tbo sixteenth of
an otinco over weight,
Muckins-1. knowed I'd git in necrnposomo*
how. I Btoppod on mo way down tor gft mi
boots sbiiicd, air.—Time
In Chicago Ito Might,
Exnmlnpr (to graduating medical student)
If you Should mako a mistake and give s
patlont nu overdoso of tartar emetic, what
would you do!
Student-Try to buy up tho coroner.—
Chicago Tribune. jlN tbls
■o om-
\morclnl ago
thero can bo no
> good reason
>wby Tilbury
y village should
'have boen
placed so near the summit of the hill, but so
it Is, and «U but a few of the farmers around
about havo to toll upwards in order to reach
the half dozen stores there and the three
churches. Perhaps tbe original settlers of
western Massachusetts bad an eye, or two,
for the beaitif ul, for tbere is not a habitation fn Berkshire county that commands a
more extensive or picturesque view. The
natives of Tilbury seldom mention the scenery, but not many yoars ago it attracted the
admiration of wealthy'people from a distance, and tbey set up their summer homes
there. It made a marked change In tho village, the more becauso a portion of the now
comers found it plensureable to remain
through tbe winter. It was thus that evil
entered and brought unbappiness to Hoze-
klah Martin.
My mind wanders back to that time when
as a child I listened to his stentorian tenor
voice leading tbe singing from tbe choir loft
of tho ancient Congrcgationallst church.
There were two long services every Sunday
i, and I recall tbat when the now preacher
§ed In tbe movement to abolish the after-
p sermon Hezekiah was one ot thoso who
A hardest for the old custom, and when
[inevitable reform was finally nccom-
the sturdy chorister novor looked
| his minister in the same light that he
Vforo. Ho was more faithful than ever
ling all tbe louder as it to mako up in
I for lack of opportunity; but wheu tbo
1 divine finally went his way, aud an-
Treacher took the pulpit, tho chorister
[if a great burden had been lifted; as
pish had escaped a most dangerous
Cars turned steadily along and nczo-
jprcamo every difficulty that choir
Ire subject to. Ho pacified the jealous
Sopranos, raised up new bassos, sung four
consecutive Sundays all alone when the
choir deserted him in high dudgeon because
he refused to approvo of a uew anthem book,
and In many other ways demonstrated bis
fitness for tbe work until prosperity in tbe
sbnpo of summer visitors fell upon Tilbury.
Then began a quiet, Insidious trouble, as imperceptible at first as the approach of old
age, tbat eventually overcame bim.
The first manifestation of revolution came
in a division of opinion in tho pariah over
tbe choice of a now preacher, for old Mr,
Spooner bud begun to feel tbnt he was somehow In the wny, and ho resigned before tbe
peoplo were fully aware tbat tbey wanted to
hear a now voice. There wero two leading
candidates for his place, a young and eloquent preacher and a zealous worker, and an
elderly man against whom not a word could
be Bald, Tho newcomers in Tilbury, joining
hands with tho younger members of tbe
church, elected tbo young man, and as tho
1 not been loug or determined,
"ing of differences and
Even then Hesekiab
i that all would not
t several months passed
Jftny direct intimation that
1 appreciate a change In tbe
u__    _     " ) be beard of it was hi a
dl'scussloii among liis singers at a Saturday
evening rehearsal. It was not meant tbat
he should bear, but he entered the vestry unexpectedly. Bam Hinckley, ono of those
very bassos who bad beeu patleatly trained
by tho chorister, was saying:
"Wall, I shall bo sorry to seo tbo old man's
feelings hurt, but he can't expect to lead
singfn' forever.M
And pretty Maria Jasper, tacitly understood to bo Sam's sweetheart, responded
"But I think it's just too mean, and if
'Kiah has to go I follow.   That's all!"
And then tbey all saw tbe chorister coming
down tbe aisle, aud a painful hush fell upon
them. Hezekiah bowed gravely as he approached tho group and said:
"Good evening, neighbors," That was tbo
way ho always addressed the choir at rehearsals. Perhaps he avoided a greeting to
each Individual from fear of arousing jealousy by seeming partiality. At all events I
nevor beard of bis varying tbo formula. Ho
continued, as bo referred to a small slip of
papor hi his bandi
"Whon the Lord wills we will all go, nnd
not till then, it Is not our part to mcddlo
with what Is In His bands. The minister has
chosen hymn 307 for tho drat piece. Wo will
sing it toitho tunc of 'Cambridge.'"
At that rehearsal and during ecrvico next
day everything wont na usual, but report of
tbo talk that i-lozokiah bad board flow about
the parish quickly, and not a few remarked
that tho chorister looked unusually grave,
"I cnl'lnto," remarked Mr, Davis, tho sheep
raiser from Item's Hill, to bis wifo as thoy
drove homo after mooting; "I cal'lato 'Klah
Martin feels his yoavAa growing on htm; bay I"
"And 1 enl'Inte, Philander Davis," returned
Mrs. Davis, with significant emphasis, "that
It ain't ao much liis natoral yeare bo feels ofl
the loss of his friends,"
.  "fc.hu!  Mafthy, Iiu ain't lost no frioads,
'Kiah hain't; I ithink.jes* 'sinuch of him 'i
ever I did, au' yit I'm 'bleeged to admit tbat
when a man gits along in years it's time for
him to let stouter men hold tbe plough.
Now, tho fact was that Philander Davis
was ono of tho few among the older beads tn
tbo parish who sided with tbe reforming element Mr. Davis was ambitious for Tilbury
and all tn it, nud he prided himself somewhat
on being able to entertain new ideas after
having passed tbo ngo of 50. At tbo last
church mooting bis support had been recognized by his election to membership of the
parish committee, and be, therefore, was well
informed ou tho restlessness of tho younger
members regarding tbe matter of music, It
was tho ono point of serious difference between bim nnd his wifo, nnd she wus uot to
bo hoodwinked by bis sophistry.
"Don't tell me, Philander," aha replied in
answer te his lust expression, "I know jnst
bow you feel. You want to pleaso *.be smart
folks on tho hill, and I haven't got a word te
aay against them, cept it does soma's If tbey
needn't come to Tilbury and expect to nm
things iu city style, Thoy want a quartet,
now, don't thoy! and they want to interduce
new music, don't thoy! and not lot tho congregation joiu iu, 'copt on one hymn, don't tbey!
and they're goin' to try to make Hezekiah
step down on account of bis ago, and bo beeu
chorister for fifty your.., doh't tbey J aiut
tbey, I should say 1"
"Git up, there, Jim, g'long with yel" exclaimed ALp, Davis, "You're putty sharp,
Mortby; of you was to look through tho bole
iu one of my millstones aud seo the other a
griudin' you'd think you saw clean through
both, wouldn't ye! bay! but I don't think
you'd mako much of a hand to run a church,
Murtby.  Hay!"
And so, with good-natured obstinacy tbe
discussion was continued until Mr. Davis
bolped bis wife out and led the horse Into tbe
barn to unhitch,
Now that tho chorister knew that tbere
was a feeling thnt his services wero not required, the parish committeo hoped that he
would rollovo them of discomfort by resigning voluntarily; but weeks passed and Hezekiah retained bis place without a word. So
at last it was determined tbat be must bo
approached in a Christian, neighborly spirit,
and induced to consider the matter fn the
right light. As the oldest member of the
committee, Philander Davis wife deputed to
do the talking, but though ho bad accepted
the appointment with a cheerful sense of Its
Importance, hia confidence failed him when
ho faced tbo old chorister one October owning in Hezekiah's little parlor. Tbe other
members of the committee sat looking at
'their hats whilo Mr. Davis coughed awkwardly and begnu:
"Feellii' tolerable well theso days, 'Kiah!
"I'vo been enjoyiu' good health all summer, Mr. Davis," responded Hezekiah with
dignified asperity.
"Wall," said Mr, Davis, aftor a wretched
pause and another cough, "we've come up to
talk nbout tho music."
Mr. Davis waited for tho chorister to lend
tbe way to what must follow, but Hezekiah
kept silent.   So the spokesman continued:
"You see, 'Kiah, tbo parish thinks they'd
ought to bo something of a change,"
Hezekiah could bold out no longer,
"Neighbors," bo said with a trembling
voice, "I can't make no change. I'vo stood
up In tbo loft thoro more'n fifty years nud
haven't missed but two Sundays. I'vo sung
tbo good old muslo that you audi, Philander,
was brought up on, and I can't sing much
else. I'vo kept tho choir together for you,
aud If tbo monoy stood in tho way (Hezekiah
received 850 a year) I'd keep It up for nothing. No, don't say 'taint money; I know
that; I know you want a high toned quartet
nud that you're willing'to pay. But—I'vo
dono my host, neighbors."
Tbo old chorister bowed his head upon bis
hands, nud tbo parish committeemen wished
thoy bad not come. Mr. Davis rubbed tbe
back of his bead and his colleagues looked
sternly at bim.
"Wo bnto worse'n thunder to hurt your
feolln's, 'Kiah, hay!" ho began again, whon
the chorister stood up and interrupted him,
"I know," ho said; "you don't want to tell
mo I'm too old, But, prniso tbo Lord! I'll
not stand in tho way of tho parish's good, I
resign right here."
But the committeo was not wholly lacking
In human sympathy, and it was agreed that
Hezekiah should sing until tho ond of tbo
year, and tho chorister consented, though
with less appreciation of the favor extended
to him than most of tho committeo bad expected, »
"Blessed If I didn't feel sorry for tbo old
man," said young Deacon Goodspeed, speaking of tbe matter soveral days later. So did
a good many others, but as tlio cud of the
yoar approached tho sympathy lost Its keenness, and In tho snmo degree tbo ambition of
tbe younger members increased, so that
eventually tho desiro to havo a big display of
music on Christinas led to another call on
Hezekiah, the result of which was tbat tho
old chorister yielded bis placo at onco without a word of pretest,
Tho celebration of tlio kindly festival began with a musical service on Christmas eve.
Tbo now quartet was in plnco nud Hezokiuh
snt with tho nudienco. Iu doforenco to old
timo custom boiuo of tho hymns were suug by
tho entire congregation. Tho old chorister
tried te sing witli tho othcra, but nfter a fow
bare the tears somehow got entangled In his
voice, nnd, us ho could not sing and weep
too, ho stopped singing. Whon ft was nil
over soveral of Ids neighbors approached him
to say tlmt they didn't think thoro'd boon
nny improvement, and Hezekiah abook each
ono by tho hand and answered nothing,
Tho laat gossiping couplo bad left tbo
church, tbe Gotten had blown out tbe lights
aud locked the heavy doors behind him.
Bloigh bells jingled faintly away out of hearing, and tho Blow footsteps of the sexton
crunching ou tbo half trodden snow mingled
with tbo tones of tbo clock in tbe high tower
striking ten, Then a door inside tbo vestry
opened, and out of a cloBct whore brooms
aud dustpans were kept an old man came
hesitatingly. Ho mndo his wuy vory slowly
up tlio broad stairs to tbo main meeting
room. At tho door lending to tbo choir loft
he paused a moment. His bnnd was on the
ktiob, but bo turned ft not. More slowly than
before he went down the alalo and dropped
Into a pew. Ho snt there in the darkness a
long time, his bond sunk forward on bis
breast. A half hour, may be, passed, beforo he
rose nnd marched with determined step to the
choir door, and up tbo stairs to tbe
familiar loft He found a match in his
pocket aud lit tbo lamp tbat hung
near tbo bench, whero Hezekiah for more
than fifty years hnd sung God's praises and
carried tbo volcesaud spirits of the congregation with him. Tlie dim yellow ray threw
gloomy shadows of tho pew backs Into relief,
just disclosed the pulpit at tbe further end of
tbo church, gavo faint bints of evergreen festoons on the walls, and here aud tbere the
laurel worked words "Emanuel," "Glory to
God in tbo highest," and bo on, that bad been
placed thero with great toil by tho young
men and women of the parish In honor of tbe
day so near at band; but had you been there
you would have seen only the patriarchal
form of tbe chorister wltb a Badly bitter look
on his faco gazing at tbe gloom about the
pulpit. Was bo thinking bow often be hod
stood solemnly thus while the minister was
praying! Perhaps so, for after a moment
his lips parted, and a tremulous "Amenl"
uttered softly ou a high note, sung to tho
evergreens and the shadows.
Then Hezekiah looked about tho bench in
front of him. Ho picked up ono of tbe new
anthem books brought in by tbo quartet. He
glanced at tbe cover aud 1st it fuil. Taking
tbe lamp from its socket he held it so that he
could see, aud presently drew forth the ancient collection of anthems, every tune fn
wbicb bo knew by heart, so sacred to him,
and yet so speedily hidden away where It
should servo nobody. He replaced tho lamp
and turned the pages to "Coronation," the
first piece sung by n choir under his direction moro than a lifetime ago, Fondly be
looked at the familiar notes and theu, bis
chest thrown out nnd bis bend held up, he
sung the grand old tuno and its magnificent
words with all tbo fervor and all tbe power
that bis voice ever bad commanded. From
beginning to end the hymn rung through tbe
deserted gloomy church, and Dr. Williams,
driving by In baste to attend the ills of a far
off patient, wondered that tbe rehearsal
should have been continued so lato. When
tbo lust note hnd ceased Hezekiah stood with
the book still open And hia bead still up, but
tbo tears wore coursing down bis face in
Bteady streams,
At last be Bank Into a chair, and with a
great pang nt the heart ho saw upon the
bench bosido tbo volume of newfangled tunes
a little book of manuscript music. When he
was a young man of nnt moro than SO Hezekiah bad taken it into his head that be would
write music, and tho soveral anthems that ho
had composed in pure harmony, but with
crudo progressions, bad been laboriously
copied Into books, nnd bad been used occasionally ever slnco In church service.
What bad they been doing with his muslo!
Wns it not enough that they should discard
him in bis old age, and his ways and hts
books, without bunting up his feeble but j
earnest compositions to laugh at them! Tbat
could uot bo forgiven! With melancholy
fingers be turned tho leaves. His inspection
stopped nt nn anthem for Christmas, composed on words taken literally from tbe
Scriptures. There it wos, with its introductory recitative for bass, and a double fuguo,
as ho called It, when the angels' chorus was
reached. His wifo bad sung tho treble be-
forosho left tlie choir, and when with patient
resignation ho had laid her In tho grave, bis
daughter bnd performed her pnrt, and slnco
sho marrbd aud moved away the anthom
had not been sung. With what grand emotion bo had heard the voices begin tbe first
fugal movement:
Glo • ry to God in the   high • • •
high-estl     <»).ry    te God In the
Ood   la   the liiuh	
Glo • ry    to Gud   lu tho high • est I
j J. J- ,* vJt-nj.
And bow sweetly tho second  movement
followed I and how they worked in together!
Glo-fj. to pf.l in tlio Mgbwt.ini
lEF-**- -E—-n.-L._s- »;»J-fV-t"r "FP"
"Glo - rv la  Ood ia lb* Hijbwl,
And now it wns all hold up for the smiles of
a modern quartetl
Tho old chorister's bend sank upon tlio
bench, and Ida tears blurred the notes on tho
ancient pago.
"Gracious massy! Hezekiah, wako upt
wake up'Kiah; you'll ketch your death of
cold! Cornel"
It was Poter Stone, tbo sexton, dum-
fouuded by surprise, shaking tbo old chorister violently by tho shoulder. Painfully
Hezekiah raised Ida bond.
"Merry Christinas, Poter; I'd rather stay
hero," bo said feebly when ho saw whore bo
Poter laughed nlmost hysterically and
tugged away persistently at tbe old man's
"Como down to tbe flro," he exclaimed;
"tho choir will bo here right away to ro-
hearso for the service,"
"Yes, I'll go," answered Hezekiah, and
with groat difficulty bo dragged bis stiffened
limbs down tbo stairs Into the vestry, where
tho furnnco wns already roaring with a
freshly made flro. He submitted to bo
rubbed and slapped by Peter to fnduco a
quicker circulation of his blood, but ho gavo
no clear answer to tlio wondering Inquiries
as to how ho camo to bo locked Iuto tbo
church over night.
Presently tbo organ upstairs began to
Bound, Hezckinli shivered nnd Peter rubbed
him Uio Imi'der. Then tho voFco of tbo boss
In tbo now quartet wns beard reciting:
"And thero word shepherds abiding iu tha
Tbo old chorister listened with staring
eyes. Could it bo! Tho long recitative came
to nn end, and then all tho voices took up In
proper order ffbo angels' chorus.
Wbnt docs that mean, Pototi" exclaimed
Hezekiah, atartiugup,
"Why, 'twas meant as a Christmas sur
prise In your honor.   They're goin' to sing
four pieco."
The old chorister broke awny from the
sexton and hobbled up tho stairs. When bo
reached the organ loft they wero singing
"And on earth peace, good will to men."
Hezekiah waited until tbey wero done, and
then in a low, grave touo Hint startled the
singers, ho said:
"1 wish you all a merry Christmas, neighbors. I've bad hard feelings ngainat you,
uud I pray that God will forgive mo and
cause you not to look unkindly on an old
man.   This is more than I deserve."
F, ti. BunTON.
Far down in tbe forest, where the warm
sun and the fresh air made a sweet resting
place, grew a, pretty little fir tree; and yet it
was not happy, it wished ao much to bo tall
like Ita companions, tbe pines aud firs which
grew around It, The sun shone and the soft
air fluttered Ita leaves, and the little peasant
children passed by prattliug merrily, but tbe
fir tree heeded them not. As it grew it
complained, "Oh I how I wish I wero as tall
as the other trees,
then -I would spread
out my branches on
every side and my
top would overlook
tho wide world.   I
should   have   the
birds building their
nests   on  my
boughs, and whon
tho wind blow I
should bow   with
stately dignity like
my tall companions."   Two winters passed.  In the
"now r wrsn i were autumn, as usual,
as taw. as otheu    the    woodcut-
tiiees!" ters camo and cut
down soveral of tbo tallest trees, and the
you)*; fir tree, which was now grown to its
full height, shuddered ns tbe noblo trees fell
to tho earth with a crash. After the branches
were lopped off, tbe truuks looked so slender
and bare that thoy could scarcely be recognized. Then thoy were placed upon wagons
and drawn by horses out of the forest.
"Where were thoy going! What would becomo of themf Tho young fir treo wished
very much to know. So lu tbo spring, when
tho swallows and tho storks came, it asked,
"Do you know whore thoso trees woro taken!
Did you meet them!"
Tbo swallows knew nothing; but tbo stork,
nfter a littlo reflection, nodded hia head and
said, "Yes, 1 think I do. I mot several new
ships when I flow from Egypt, aud tbey had
fine masts that smelt liko fir. I think thoso
must have been tbo trees; I assure you tbey
were stately, vory stately "
"Oh, how I wish 1 were tall enough to go
oa tlio sea," said tbo fir treo. "What Is this
sea nml what does it look like!"
"tt would take too much timo to explain,"
said tho stork, flying quickly nway.
"Rejoice in thy youth," said tho sunbeam;
"rejoice in thy fresh growth ond tho young
lifo that is in thee."
And the wind kissed tho treo nnd tbo dew
watered ib with tears, but the fir treo regarded
them not.
Christmas timo drew near and many young
trees were cut down, somo even smaller and
younger than tho fir treo, who enjoyed
neither rest nor penco with longing to leavo
its forest home. Theso young trees, which
wore chosen for thoir beauty, kept their
branches nnd were nlso laid on wagons aud
drawn by horses out of tho fore3t.
"Whero are they going!" asked tho fir treo.
"They nro not taller thai) I nm; IniUrd ono Is
much loss; and why nre tho branched not cut
oil!   Where are they going!"
"Wo know, wo know," snug tho sparrows, "Wo have looked in at tho
windows of the houses in tbo town, nud wo
know what Is douo
with them. They nro
dressed up in the most
Bp!eiid id mntmer. Wo
have seen thcinsi uniting ill tho middle of
n warm room, nnd
adorned with nil sorts
of beautiful things-
honey enkes, gilded
apples, playtb i n g s,
nnd mnny hundreds
of wrtx tapers."
rr WAS_TnE first to "And then," nsked
fam* tho fir treo, trembling
through all Its hrniicbcs, "and then what
"Wo did not seo nny moro," said tbo sparrows; "but this wns enough for us,"
"I woudor whether anything so brilliant
will over happen to mo," thought tho Hr
llojoico with us," snid tho air and tho sunlight. "Enjoy thino own bright lifo in fresh
Hut tho treo would not rejoice,,though it
grow taller ovesy day, and winter and aum-
mer Its dark green foliage might be seen fn
tbo forest, while passers by would say, "What
a beautiful tree I"
A short timo before Christmas the discontented fir treo was tbo first to fall. As the
nx cut through tho stem and divided the
pith tha treo fell with a groan to tho earth,
conscious of pain nnd falntness, and forgetting ull ita anticipations of happiness, fn Borrow at leaving its home fu tho forest It
know that it should never again see its dear
old companions, tbo trees, nor the little
bushes and many colored flowers that bad
grown by its side; perhaps not even the
birds, Neither waa tbo Journoy at all pleasant, Tho treo first recovered itself while
being unpacked fn tho courtyard of a houso,
with several othor trees; and it beard n man
say, "We only want one, and this Ib the prettiest"
Then came two servants In grand livery and
carried the fir tree into a large and beautiful
apartment. On the walls hung pictures, and
near the great stove stood great china vases,
with lions on tho lids, Tbere wero rocking
chairs, silken sofas, large tables, covered with
pictures, books and playthings, worth a great
deal of money—at least the children said so.
Then the fir tree was placed in a large tub,
full of sand; but green baize bung all round
It, so that no one could see it was a tub, and
it stood on a very handsome carpet How
tho fir tree trembled! "What was going to
happen to bim now!" Some young ladies
came, and tho servants helped them to adorn
tho tree, On one branch tbey bung little
bags cut out of colored paper, and each bag
was filled with sweetmeats; from other
branches hung gilded apples aud walnuts, as
If they bnd grown tbere; and above, and all
round, were hundreds of red, blue aud white
tapers, which were fastened on tbe branches.
Dolls, exactly liko real babies, were placed
under tbe green leaves—the tree bad never
seen such things before—ond at tho very top
was fastened a glittering star, made of tinsel.
Ub, it was very beautiful!
At lost tho tapers were lighted, and then
what a glistening blazo of light tho tree presented! And now the folding doors were
thrown open, nud a troop of children rushed
iu as if thoy intended to upset tho tree; they
were followed moro slowly by their elders.
For a moment tbo little ones Btood silent with
astonishment, nnd then they shouted for joy,
till tbo room rang, and tbey dnnced merrily
round tho tree, whilo ono present ufter au-
otber was taken from it.
"What are thoy do-
Ingf What will bap
pea noxt!" thought tho
fir. At last tbe candles
burnt down to tho
branches and were put
out Then the children
to plunder
tbe tree.
Oh,   how they
rushed upon lt, till
the branches cracked, and bad It not what will bafpsn
been fastened with NKCTl
tho glistening star to tho ceiling, it must have
been thrown down. The children thon danced
about with their pretty toys, ond no one
noticed tho treo, except tho children's maid,
who came and peeped among the branches to
Bee if an applo or a fig had boon forgotten.
"A story, a Btory," cried tho children, pulling a littlo fat man toward tbo tree.
"Now wo shall bo in tbo green shade," said
tbe man, as be seated himself under it, "nnd
the treo will havo tbo pleasure of bearing
also, but I sliall only relate ono story; what
shall it be! Ivedo-Avede, or Humpty
Dumpty, who fell down stall's, but soon got
up again, nud at Inst married a princess."
"Ivedo-Avede," cried some. "Humpty
Dumpty," cried others, and thore wns n flue
shouting and crying out. But the fir treo remained quite still, and thought to himself,
"Shall I hnvo anything to do with nil this!"
but ho had already amused them aa much as
they wished. Then the old man told them
tbo story of Humpty Dumpty, bow ho fell
down stairs, and was raised up again, nnd
married a princoa And tbo children clapped their bauds and cried, "Tell another, tell
another," for they wanted to bear the story of
"lvedo-Avcdo;" but thoy only had "Humpty
Dumpty." Aftor this the fir treo became
quite silent and thoughtful: never had Uio
birds in tbo forest told such tales as "Humpty
Dumpty," who foil down stairs, and yet mar
rleda princess.
"Ahl yes. so it happens in tho world,'
thought the fir troo; ho believed it ull, bo
online it was related by a such a uico man.
"Ahl well," ho thought, "who knows? perhaps I mny fall down too, nnd marry a
princess;" and ho looked forward joyfully to
tho next evening, expecting to bo again
docked out with lights and playthings, gold
and fruit. "To-morrow I will not tremble,"
thought ho; "I will enjoy all my splendor,
and I shall heartho story of Humpty Dumpty
again, and perhaps Ivede-Avedo." And tbo
tree remained (pilot mid thoughtfut all nighl.
In tho morning tho servants nnd tho houso-
maid camo in. "Now," thought the fir, "all
my splendor Is going to begin again." But
they dragged him out'of tbo room and upstairs to tlio garret, and threw liim on tbo
floor, iu a dark corner, whero no daylight
shone, nnd t here thoy left him. "What does
this menu?" thought tho treo. "Wbnt nm I
to do here! lean hear nothing in a plnco
liko this," and ho leant against tlio wall, nud
thought and thought. And bo bnd timo
enough to think, for days nnd nights passed
and no one camo near him, nnd when nt last
Eomebody did come, it waa only to put away
largo boxes iu a comer. So tho treo was
completely hidden from sight ns If it had
never existed, "lt is whiter, now," thought
tbo troo, "tho ground Is hard and covered
with snow, so that peoplo cannot plant me.
I shall bo sheltered here, I daresay, until
spring comes,"
'Squeak, squeak," said n littlo mouse,
creeping cautiously towards tho treo; then
camo another, nnd" they both sniffed at the
fir treo nnd crept between tho branches.
"Oh. it is very cold," aaid tho little mouse,
"or olso wo should bo so comfortable hero,
shouldn't we, yon old fir tree}"
"1 nm not old," stud tho fir troo, "thoro are
mnny who nro older than 1 nm."
" Whero do you como from, nud what do
you know?" nsked the mice, who woro full of
curiosity. "Hnvo yon scon tho most beautiful places In tlie world, and can you toll us all
about thoinl and hnvo you boon iu tho storeroom, where cheeses Ho on tbo shelf, nnd
limns hang from lho coiling! Ono can run
nbout. on tallow candles, there, and go in thin
and como out fat."
"I know nothing of thnt place," said tbo
fir treo, "but 1 know tbo wood where tbo sun
shines and the birds sing." And then th*
tree told tho little mice all about Its youth,
Tbey had never heard such an account in
their lives; and after they had listened to tt
attentively, they said: "What a number of
things you hnvoseenl you must have been
very happy."
Ono morning peoplo came to clear outtht
garret, the boxes were packed away, and
tbo tree was pulled out of tbe corner, and
thrown roughly
that It forgot to think of itself, and could
only look about, tbere was bo much to bt
seen. Tbo court was close to a garden,
where everything looked blooming. Fresh
aud fragrant roses hung over tbe little palings, Tbe linden trees were fn blossom;
while tho swallows flew here and there, axing: "Twit, twit, twit, ray mate fs coming,*
but ft wns uot the flr treo they meant "Now
I shall live," cried the tree, joyfully, spreading out its branches; but, alas! tbey were all
withered and yellow, and it lay in a corner
amongst weeds nnd nettles. Tho star of gold
paper still stuck iu tbo top of tbo tree, and
glittered in the sunshine. In the same courtyard two of tbo merry children wero playing
who bnd danced round the tree at Christmas,
and had been so happy. Tbe youngest saw
the gilded star, and ran and pulled it off tha
tree, "Look what Is sticking to tbe ugly old
flr tree," enld tho child treadiug on tho
branches till tbey crackled under bis boots;
And the treo saw nil the fresh, bright
flowers in the garden, and then
lookod at itself and wished ft had
remained iu tbo dark corner of tbe garret,
Theu n lad came and chopped tbe treo into
small pieces, till a largo bundle lay in a heap
ou tbo ground. Tbe pieces wero placed in a
flro under tbe copper, and thoy quickly
blazed up brightly, wbilo tho treo sighed so
deeply that each sigh was liko a little pistol
shot. Then tbe children, who w at play,
came and seated themselves in front of tha
fire, and looked at it, and cried, "Fop, pop,"
But nt each "pop," which wns a seep sigh,
tho tree was thinking of a summer day in tha
forest or of somo winter night there, when
the stars shone brightly, and of Christmas
evening. Now all was past; the tree's lift
was pnst, and tbe story also—for all stories
must como to au end nt Inst.—Adapted from
Hans Christian Anderson.
Tho village church on Christmas Day
Holds kindly hearts and pleasant faces
And some am seen to sing aud pray
Who seldom go te such like places;
■ma rnoNT pew.
But If for only onco a year
Their hearts nro touched. It makes them better;
And ho who feels his conscience clear
Must own himself tho season's debtor.
Enter hero both rich nnd poor.
Como In simple hopo and faith;
leave liehlud you nt tho door
Love of life and dread of death.
Como on this tho day of days,
ITumbly pray on bended knee;
Sing tho fervid song of prniso.
All tho seats In heav'u are free.
Christmas In a Restaurant.
Mr. Wntbaek (spending bis Christmas fn
town)—-Waiter, for gracious snko bring ma
something to break up this turkey with.
Waiter— U'ct'll yer havo, dynamite or
au as? - t 01 CHRISTMAS
"Dauco with mo, Letty Green," said
Oeorgo Poynter, to a pretty girl with
blue oyes and "hair that shamed the
Her ample ball dress was of tho purest
white muslin, fastened at tho sleeves and
round the waist with bluo ribbon—bluer
than her eyes.
"Yea," answered Letty, "I want to
dance with you."
Tlio dnnco nt an ond, Lotty tried to
smooth her golden curls into order with
her littlo bands, and thon, opening her
pretty blue eyes to their full, said:
"Georgo Poynter, I should like oome
"Yes, Letty," said tho young gentleman addressed; "and there's lemonade
and negus and such a sponge cuke."
"I liko dnnciug with you better tlinn
any one, Letty," said George, to his pretty
"Do you? Why?" replied Letty, her
voice rather obstructed by the sponge
"I think it la becauso I liko you—you
aro so pretty," replied tbo young gallant.
"You musn't say that, or mamma will
foold you, Georgy.' Sho scolds every
one who tells ine I am pretty," said the
young lady.
But tho words had been spoken, and
from that night until tho end of tho,
Christmas holidays, Georgo nnd Letty I
sold they were sweethearts.
Some four or five years had passed and
Letty Green and hor mamma were
sitting together under tho veranda of
their pretty cottngo, working, and talking of a pleasant day they hnd spent at
Mr. Poyntor's. when Master Georgo camo,
he said, to bid them good-by, as ho wus
returning to school on tlio following
"And I want to ask you a favor, Mrs.
Green, and Letty a favor," said Georgo,
coloring slightly,
Mrs. Green would grant it, of course,
and so would Letty, if sho could.
"I want Letty to rido Kufus, my pony,
whilst I nm at school.   Papa has no uso
for it, and it carries a lady beautifully."
"But to accept this proposal would give
«o much trouble."
"Not in tho least, Tom—that's our
groom—says it won't, and papa says it
won't, and I say tho same; so plenso say
you'll uso the pony. Straps, the harness
maker, will lend a side saddle."
Mrs, Green accepted George's offer, as
Xetty was rather fragile, and nony
riding had been declared to be good for
her; but Mrs. Green's incomo would not
allow of tho expense, sho said. There
were peoplo who called Mra. Green a
mean woman, and hinted that she loved
money better than her child.
Georgo Poynter went to school very
cheery, becauso ho had mado sueh a capital arrangement about his pony, nnd ho
often thought, when tho weather wns
fine, of Rufua, and wondered if Letty
wero riding him. Georgo had not forgotten, perhaps, that years—years ago
lie and Letty had called themselves
More years had passed, and brought j
their changes, Georgo nnd Lotty woro
alone together in a small book room in
Mrs. Green's liouso, tho windows opening .to tho garden, Georgo wns attired
In deep mourning, and thero were strips
of black ribbon here and thero on Letty's
whito dress. They had been talking of
death and sorrow until both had become
silent. After a time Letty took George's
hand, nnd snid:
"Dear Georgo, you must striro to
meet your great nilliction with a bravo
•pirit—indeed you must."
rarely mentioned—Chauncey was a _—
nutured. good for nothing, unsettled,
amusing fellow, who contrived to live a
gypsy kind of lifo on £200. a year, stead
lastly refusing to encumber himself with
uny employment or to incur responsibilities more (to quote Chauncey) than litis
hut would cover. He was a native of St.
Gnats und known to everybody In the
town, but bo had no regular abiding
place, as lie chose to wander at will, una
Georgo Poynter would not have boon surprised to have received one of Chuuneey's
brief letters dated from London, Purls.
Vienna or Pokin. Ho mostly affected
England, however, and London especially in tho winter. When money wus
scarce Chnuncoy walked; when ho was
in funds he availed himself of nny cheap
convoyanco which offered, Bometimes
never inquiring its destination, but
making himself equally at home wherever he was stranded. At Christmas time
ho alwoyn returned to St. Gnats, and
waa a welcome guest at many hospitable
tables in that thriving town, making his
headquarters, however, with his old
friend and school chum, Georgo Poynter. Be had written to announce his
return to St. Gnats for tlie Christmas
approaching tho end of the two years
which had intervened since George
Poynter had assumed the stool of office
nt Mr. Hawk's, and supplies of tobucco
and bitter beer were already secured for
tho welcome pected guest.
Chauncey had a fnvorito lounge iti
London, a tobacconist's in an out of the
way street in the neighborhood of St.
Mnry Axe.
The proprietor was a beadle, or some
official of that character, to ono of the
companies, and tlio tobacco businesa wob
conducted during tho curly part of the
day by tho boodles wifo and daughter.
It was Chaunccy'a pleasure to sit on a
siiuif tub in front of tho counter and
smoko, in turn, all the varieties of tobacco sold ut the beadle's, beguiling the
time, nlso, with animated conversations
with the daughter, whoso powers of
repartee wero more ready than rcllned.
It i:i not our intention to chronicle more
than Chauncey's parting interview and
what camo of it, ns slang from a woman's lips is our abhorrence.
Chauncey was about to leavo (ho shop
after ono of his long sittings, when the
younger lady said;
"You won't soo mo again, I expect,
Mr. Chauncey; Fin going to be married."
"You married!"
"Yes| me; why not, I should like to
"I have—I do strive," replied Georgo,
looking a way from Letty; "but remember what has como to mo. Two years
ago my father died. A year before thut
■villain, Jackson, mined my father—
liroko his heart—killed him. O Lotty!
wbnt have I dono to deservo this? What
can I do?"
"Trust still to the father of tho fafher-
less," replied I<ctty, "Wo do not know
why great afflictions nro permitted to
overtake ns uny moro than wo can tell
why great good comes to us when wo
least expect or deserve it, dear Georgo.
You are young, clever, good und havo
many friends, and ono—who is more
tlian a friend."
She raised George's hand to her lips
when alio had snid this (they wero true
sweethearts now), and he—what could
he do but press her to bis bosom, and
kiss her cheek burning with blushes?
Mra. Green bud been walking in tho
pardon, evidently busy with herthoughts.
Hho had stopped near tbo book loom
window, near enough to hear what tbo
sweethearts were saying to ouch other,
and sho appeared to bo mado more
thoughtful bv what she heard.
When Mr. Poynter wns n thriving merchant Mrs. Green had been moro than a
consenting party to her daughter's acceptance of Georgo Poyntor's attentions
—indeed, sho had by several Indirect
moans encouraged tho young peoplo to
think lovingly of each other. Hut now
matters were changed. Muster Georgo,
as ho wn:t generally called, had neither
houses nor lands, nor had ho "shipsgono
toafarcountrio," nnd Mrs. Green wiib
nlexcd how to net. Sho knew that
y loved her first sweetheart, and
would perhaps lovo liim moro now that
he was poor.
Mrs. Green was relieved from her perplexity more agreeably than sho deserved t liavo beon, as Georgo Poynter
called tbe noxt day, bringing with him a
letter from his uncle, rich old Silas
Cheeseman, promising to provido for his
only Bister's only son, and hinting that
George might by good conduct look to bo '
heir to nil his thrifty savings.
* Silas was a bachelor, having been
blighted in his youth. Ho then took to
loving money, and hnd been n most suc-
cesaful wooer, ns thoso clover j?people
who know everybody's buaiueai) but
their own declared old Silas Cheese-
man to bo worth his hundred thousand
pounds—"more or less."
UncloiSIIas had also procured a situation for Georgo in tho neighboring town
of St. Gnats—merely a probationary situation, as clerk to a timber merchant,
who waa under pecuniary obligations to
Silas, All thia wns very cheering, and
.very kind of Uncle Silas, although Mr,
Hawk, tho timber merchant, wns indelicate enough to surmise that Gcoi-go was
placed in bis establishment ns a spy, and
to watch tho interests of his uncle.
George would havo scorned such n position for ull Uncle Silas had to givo,
Beforo wo pass on to tho events, of tho
noxt fow yeara, wo will introiluco Chauncey Gibbs, a friend of Georgo Poynter,
Chnuncoy—his pntronym of Gibbs was
know?" asked tbo lady, a littlo piqued.
"I'm euro I envy tho happy man," replied Clmuncoy. "It'B not iho Scotchman nt tho shop door, is it?"
"Well, I'm sure!" aaid tho young lady,
and without another word sho bounced
into the little parlor tfi tho back of tlie
' 'Now you've regularly offended
Becky," said Mra. Beadle, "and such
old friends as you was—and sho to be
married to-morrow, and so respectable."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that," said
Chauncey, "Where's tho wedding to be?
I'll buy a buudlo of water cresses and
strew her way into church as an apology
for my rudeness,"
"Oh! she won't want no apology from
you—alio knows what you are Mr. Chauncey; but she's to be married nt 10 to-morrow, nt St. Mary Axo's, but wo don't
want it spoke of, ao tho bridegroom's
nervous," said Mrs. Beadle, in a whisper.
"I'll bo there in time," replied Chauncey. "I supposo her father will givo ber
nway—in full costume, cocked hut, stuff,
and all tlr>t,"
"Ho will do tUltJ things thnt Is proper,
Mr. Chauncey," «dri Mru '*""'"" «-**■"
bogo's calculating machine could aloen
have computed thom—mere human intellect would havo fulled. Tho window
frames of tho houses seemed sprouting
with holly und "tho ivy green, and no
doubt but mistletoe hung, kiss provoking, within.
Mrs. Green hnd nisdo overy room in
her cottago an amigi'iim of her name, as
it was holly decked everywhere. Nor
was the sacred bough forgotten—"on
tho young people's account," eho said,
"though Letty and Georgo had long
ceased to want an oxcuso for n kiss,"
Georgo Poynter wns waiting tho arrival of liis friend, Chuuncey Gibbs. A
glorious lire blazed within tho grate; the
table was Bpread to welcome the coming
guest, for whoso delectation a faultless
rumpstouk pie wub browning in the oven.
The train, punctuul lo its timo, was
heard screaming into the station close
by, nnd in a few minutes aftor the two
friends were together.
If you aro hungry it Is tantalizing to
listen to the particulars of n dinner you
are not to sliaro; If you nre sated, you
are bored by tho recapitulation of dainties you euro not to touch, and therefore
wo will allow tho friends to take their
meal in pence. Neither will wo join
their nfter revel when two or three old
croniea camo in nnd made a night of it,
until Georgo and Chauncoy sought their ,
beda fairly tired out with jollity. |
When breakfast was over the noxt'
morning,   and   Chauncey  found   thnt
Georgo had excused himself from attendance nt the timber yard, he said;
"I am glad you can givo tho morning
to mo, ns I have some news for you that
may, perhaps, surprise und annoy you."
"Indeed!''  replied   George.    "What
Ib it?"
"I would not touch upon it last night,
although I think bouio immediate action
should be taken by you or your friends,"
continued Chauncey, looking vory serious,
"Pray speak out," said George.
"Oh yes. I must do that, for I have
no tact, never had, to mako un unpleasant matter agreeable. Hnvo you heard
from your uncle lately?"
"Yes, two days ago—principally on
Mr. Hawk's businesa,  replied George,
"My old boy, your uncle never intended you any good when ho shut you
up in that log houso of Buwk'o. Ho put
you there for liis own selfiah purpose and
nothing else."
"Why do you say that?" naked Gcorgt
"Ho bus led you to anpposo that vo
but a good angel was already busying ■        - ■■ .\ „n,,. . \ T .....    .   tnntt
himself for their reunion.   And such an   ~&™ ««W{ »• but I dislike the man.
--   -- j YouknoiyCiipt. Ranker?—of courso you
angel!—Chnuncoy Gibbs!
"Ho won't write to old SUna?" Thon I
will," unid Chauncey, half nloud, when
Georgo hnd left him. "Ho won't kill his
unelo—an old fool? Then I will," Ho
opened the long blade of his penknife
and—trimmed a quill which ho found on
Gcorgo'u desk.
Thoro were paper and Ink, as may bo
supposed, and thero wub nlso the ready
writer, Chauncey, who begun:
"St. Gnats, Dec. 20,16—.
"Dear Sir—Ab my friend, Mr.
George Poynter, is unfortunately suffering at this time from n severe blow in
Ins chest—('That's perfectly truo')—I
have placed myself at his service; and
although I shall not express myself ns ho
would have done on the subject—('That's
true again, I fancy')—I hope you will
take tho will for tlte deed. News has
reached us here, dear sir—('He'll
like that dear sir')—that after many
yours of deliberate calculation—('No,
nnt.    calculation'}—consideration,    you
.. _„, said 'M™, Beadle, with
much dignity.nnd Becky at that moment
calling "Mother!" in rather an hysterical
tone, Chauncey was allowed to find his
way out of tho shop as ho pleased.
On tho following morning Chauncey
was nt lho church of St. Mary Axo a
quarter of nn hour before lho timo appointed for tho ceremony which waa to
unite Miss Beadle und somebody to their
lives' end,
A halo old gentleman between CO and
TO, perhaps, wasthonaxfcarrivril. Having
mado some very confidential communication to tlio old pew opener, ho wns conducted, evidently in great trepidation, to
the vestry, nnd thero immured until the
arrival of lho tobacconist und family—
but without the emblematical Scotchman. Clmuncoy concluded, therefore,
thnt Miss Bendlo had captivated tho old
gentleman now awaiting his doom in tho
condemned cell called tlio vestry.
Tho Beadle waa in mufti, but his cos-
tumo still pat-look of the nplcndor of hia
office, and a canary colored waistcoat
with glittering buttons of ruby glass rendered him somewhat conspicuous even
in tho gloom of St. Mary Axe. His general expression nnd bearing wns that of
a tempered indignation, as though he
wero about to consent to tho infliction of
somo Injury which ho could avoid if ho.
pleased. A word, n look, might have'
provoked him to Imvo* torn lho license
from tho parson's hundB and to have
dragged his daughter from the altar.
Ho wns therefore allowed to walk up the
aisle unmolested.
Mrs. Bendlo was very lively on her entrance to tho church-moro lively, perhaps, than black tea nnd tho occasion
Warranted; but, whatever bud been tho
stimulating cause of her cheerfulness, it
ran in plenteous drops from her eyes as
sho approached tho altar, und must huve
beeu exhausted entirely by tho end of
tho ceremony. Njoho weeping for ber
children womd havo beonlu dry nurse
compared with Mra. Beadle,
Miss Beadle waa resigned) ua became
her to bo ut DI. With closed eyes nud
drooping head sho leaned upon her
mother's arm until, with pardonablo
confusion, sho rclcasod her hand to put
up her parasol ns aho drew near tho altar.
Chauncey rushed to her relief, nnd with
somo difficulty possessed himself of the
Incumbrance, and aa there were no attendant bridesmaids tho impudent fellow
attached himself to the wedding party,
to be, as ho said, "generally useful and
to pick up tho pieces."
Thocoremony proceeded with all proper
solemnity, but (hero was somo association with tho name of one of tbo'contracting parties which mudo Chnuncoy
fairly start, and thon determine to witness tho signing of tho certilicate, to
satisfy n doubt which had suddenly entered Ida mind,
Tho wedding party retired to tho vestry when "Amazement'.* had ended the
ceremony, nnd proceeded to B.gn tho registers attesting tlio union which had just
been solemnized. Mr, Clmuncoy Gibbs
being, ua ho said, a friend of tbo family,
signed also, und thero read—what had
better bo revealed in the next chapter.
Any ono had only to havo walked
down tho High Btreet of St. Gnats tc
havo known that Christmas waa at hand,
Tho grocers1 windows wero overrunning
with lusc.ioiif.ncss; tho butchers* shops
were no choko full of beef and mutton '
that tbo butchers themselves would have
to cut their way out into tho street; the
you to aupposo that you
were to be his heir some day, has ho
"Ho has never said thnt in direct terms;
but ho certainly has hinted ut sueh a possibility."
"Then lie's on old scamp, If ho don't
deservo a harder nnmo," said Chauncey,
thumping tho table. "Two days ago ho
did bis best to disinherit you. You may
stare, but I saw with my own oyes, heard
with my own ears, that old ragamuffin
marry a bouncing woman of thirty."
"Marry! Undo Silas marry!"
"Fust as St. Mary Axo could do it, to
a snuff.seller's daughter;" nnd then
Chauncey, to the astonishment of hia
friend, narrated what wo already know
of tlio wedding at which Mr. Chauncey
had bo officiously assisted.
"This is indeed a terrible blow," said
George, "un unexpected blow."
"Yes; I nm afraid, knowing the hands
he hns fallen into, that ho won't have a
will of hia own when n fow months havo
passed," wild Chauncoy. "I found out
tiow the matter camo about. Old Silas
was very ill, and wouldn't have a doctor;
but—a Beadle, I call him—got at him,
and then introduced hia daughter ns
nurse. Thoy first physicked him nearly
to denth, and then brought bim round
with bottled porter. They told tho old
fool thoy saved his lite, nnd ho believed it; nnd out of gratitude, nnd (he
want of n nurse, bo proposed to Miss
High-dried, und married her."
"This hits mo harder Ihnn you know,
Chauncey—much   harder.   Poor Lefty
und I cun never bono now"	
"Oh, uousonsol replied Chauncoy,
"Keep your unclo's secret, ns ho will'if
ho can, marry Lefty, nnd let Mother j
Green storm afterwards." ;
Georgo ahood bis head, and then '
"Chauncey, you advise thut which is
"All fair in love, old boy," replied
Chauncey, with a laugh; "and if I wero
you, to gain tho woman who loves me,
whom I love, I'd kill tuy uncle."
"Great heaven! what do you sny? But
I •.&•> -you wero joking. No; my course
is perfectly clear so for us Mrs. Green
and Letty ure concerned. I go to them
nt once, und tell what has taken plnco.
If Iain forbidden to continue my visits
by Mrs. Grjon sho shall bo obeyed.
Letty 11 know, will ho always Into to'mc;
and when I tun mnke a homo for her, 1
can claim her with honor,"
"Devilish pretty npeooh," said Clmun
coy," und all right: I hnvo no doubt.
still say, kill old Silau GhoesomiUi. at
1 you want
require (en
poulterers bad laid in such stocks of lur-
faeyu, geeso and chickens, that Mr, Bab-
  Jieoseuiun, and
get married) or, stay—perhaps—yes—
ycu sliall write to him, 1 ow that he's
honeymoon struck—tell I'
to follow his example, ni:
fcllOl!   Hid pound:! lo do it."
"1 understand thi:; uoncchsO) Clmuncoy," replied Georgo, with a and stullo,
"Your friendly chaff ia wcllinoantf but
my caso if. very sorlous. Aud so good-by
for an hour or two. You will find me
hero after that time,"
Tho road to Mrs. Green's cottngo never
seemed no long beforo to George Poynter
as it did now that ho felt his fate. Tho
happiness, for a timo at leas!, of his darling Lotty depended upon tho interview
hu was BoekUig with her mother. Ho
wns not without somo justification for
tho misglvinga which beset him, aa Mrs.
Greon had more than twice or thrico
casually hinted nt what n mother's coitreo
should bo to prevent a child "marrying
into poverty. Indeed, sho had onco told
him, when Lotty waa not present, how
glad she wan when his unclo's recognition
of him produced such a favorable turn in
Gcorgo'u fortunes, ua it hnd spared them
nil the pain which aho should havo felt It
her duty to havo inflicted. Tho crisis
had only been deferred. Thero wero tears
from Mrs. Greonr-regrets nnd pity; but
there wero woro oIbo cold, cruel words,
which were not to bo gainsaid, unless
Letty could disobey tlio mother who had
loved her all hor life, and lived only to
seo her happy.
George spared hia Letty and her mother
any contest ns to tho decision to bo mado.
Ho promised to obey Mrs, Green in all
she required of him; but ho promised
Lotty nlso, when t|ioy were left alono,
that his love never should change, nor
should n doubt over havo placo in his
thouglifa that sho could change ono tittle
in her lovo for him. And as lio held her
to his ben ting heart—not for tho last I ime,
no! no!—ho told hor how ho would strivo
to mnke a homo for both—tlmt thoir probation would ho short if a bravo resolution could only find tho means to work
with. And thoy would come—thoy always did; for bad not thoy been proiuiuccl
by the ono which could not lio?
Poor hearts! they parted very sadly; |
have discovered that man was not made
to live alone, and therefore, with a wise
regard for your own happiness, you havo
sought connubial felicity at the altar of
St. Mury Axe. ('Very good!' muttered
Chauncoy; 'tho name of tho church will
bIiow that hia secret is known to us.') I
know not whether it is your wish that
your blissful union should bo made generally known; but I cannot hesitate (on
tho part of my friend, I mean) to offer
you my aincerest congratulations, and to
wish you all the happiness you deservo.
('That's true; and I should liko to add,
all you are likely to find.') I am aware
that what you hnvo dono must necessarily interfere largely, if not entirely,
with (hose expectations which you once
or twice—('Shall I say promised? No1)—
encouraged mo to entertain—('What
would old Georgo say to thut?')—and
though 1 descend from tho clouds-»-
('Good figure that')—to the substratum
of daily toil and permanent anxiety, I
ahull know that you nro sitting happy nt
your domestic hearth, smoking' tho pipe
of peace—('It wnutu something clso to
round off tho sentence')—nnd—and—
('Oh, blow iti')—rocking tho cradle.
"May Iroque3t—if not asking too much
at this blissful period of your life—a lino,
to tell mo that 1 may ndd to my affectionate remembrances an Aunt Cheeseman?
"I remain, dear air,
"Your nffectionoto nephew,
"Por Guorge Poynter"—
Chauncoy paused.   "It won't do to sipn
my name, or Mrs. C. will remember it.
Yes—I havo it—thoy never heard tho
nnmo of C. Gibbs."
Having sealed nnd directed his letter,
Jhaunccy proceeded to |K»st it.
In traveling down from London.
Chauncey had learned that a projected
branch railway from Stf. Gnats was in
high favor with all tho moneyed interest
of tbo place; and when ho suggested tho
propriety of killing old Silas he bnd tliis
railway in Ins mind, as ou tho following
day tho allotment of shares was to tako
placo. Chauncey knew—as ho know
cvorybody—Mr. Golding, the banker nnd
chairman pro tern, of lho projected coni-
fiany. Without the least misgiving or
icsitntion hu called upon tlmt highly respectable gentlemun, nud, nfter 11 fow
minutes' interviow, gavo tho conversation an extraordinary twist, or jerk, aa
"You'vo heard of tho grent windfall to
our townsman, Georgo Poynter, 1 suppose," said Cliaunccy. "No? Well, per-
(laps it was hardly to bo expected, seeing
what 0 retiring fellow bo ia."
"What is it?" naked Mr. Golding. "Ho
is n young man for whom I have tho
greatest respect, I shall bo glad to hear
of nny good fortune to him,"
"And it iu a good fortune! His uncle,
you know, was immensely rich," aaid
Chaimeey. "The old bachelor is no more
—went off lhrc.oduy.iugo—and my friend
George Was long ago hip appointed heir."
"Silnfl Cheeseman gone!" remarked
Mr. Golding, with n shrug; "a very
money getting man; mid must have dictl
very rich—very rich."       c
'E-nor-moualy rich! Shiglo man mnny
years; no expenses, you know," aaid
Chauncey. "I witnessed the last moments
of tiie old bachelor at St. Mary Axe.
Went off quite composedly after liis will,
wus accomplished. By the bye/it atrlkes J
me you might secure tho interest of young
"Mow, my dear cir?" naked Mr. Golding; "wo nre always glad lo secure 11 good
"And with such wealth I" said Chauncey. "You allot shares iu tlio fit. Gnuts
Junction to-morrow, do you not?"
"Yen," i'opli*1 tho banker; "and tho
applications exceed anything I over knew;
Iho shores will bo fivo or six premium
before to-morrow is over."
"That's your plan, then! Secure him a
"A tliouanndl" exclaimed Mr. Golding.
"Well, half n thousand—say five hundred—for Georgo Poynter; I'll let hitu
know whoso influence ho hua to thank
for thom. You'll bo the bunker of his
immense wealth—bin friend—ad visor," i
"But hu has not applied," said Mr. J
"But ynu have. What's a paltry fivo
hundred t<> you In comparison to after
gain—or to him? Ho won't care for tho
money, but tho friendliness of the thing,"
said Clmuncoy, with n flourish of tho
hand, m (hough ho were proposing tlio
merest trifle of a sacrifices
"Ami you, my dear ah?" asked Mr.
"Oh, nothing; I want nothing; nud
you may rely upon my secrecy."
Mr. Golding pressed Chnuncoy'n hand,
nud thanked him for the friendly uug-
Mr. Golding hnd but ono confidant,
Mr. Baxter, who at that moment entered
tho bank, uud was announced ua being
"Do you object to my naming the matter to my friend Baxter?-great iniluonco
nt tho board," anid Golding.
"Not iu tho least: [perhaps lie may help
you to mako tho allotment u thousand,
replied Chuuncey.
"Oh, Impossible, my good friend," said
tho bunker.   "Show in Mr. Baxter,"
Chauncey's   communication   having
.     „-.    eyou
must," said Baxter, with emphasis.
Chauncey did not and would not know
Capt. Ranger.
"Ho ia n trouhlcsomo fellow, and 1
should bo glad If ho would leave tho
placo," aaid Mr. Baxter, "If Mr. Poynter will buy he shall havo the preference,"
Chnuncoy saw no objection to that,
nnd promised to apeak to liis friend if
Mr, Baxter would mnke tho offer In writing; but £11,000, he thought, would be the
utmost that Mr. Poynter would givo for
a house.
Mr. Baxter paused for a moment, nnd
ns they were opposito his counting house
he invited Chauncey in, nnd subsequently
gavo him n letter to Mr. Georgo Poynter,
containing an unconditional offer of
Prospect House for £3,000. Chauncey
carefully put away the letter and bade
Mr. Baxter good day.
Poor Georgo had returned to his lodging when Chauncey had transacted all
tlio important business wo have recorded,
nud not all his friend's good spirits could
rouse him from almost despondency.
"My old boy," said Chauncoy, "you'll
sink down, down, (f you show tho white
feather in this way. You're young enough
to work, nnd like itr-I never did."
"It ia not hard work—hard fighting
with tho world, that I am fearing: it is
the effect of this day's cruel trial upon
poor Letty."
And then Georgo told Chauncey all that
had passed.
"Well, you would bo so luiBtily honorable," replied Clmuncoy; "you bad better
been advised by mo—waited a day or
two until you had killed .your uncle.
George looked at his friend nnd saw n
cunning twlnklo in his oyo; but Chauncoy bad his own reasons for saying no
moro on tho subject.
George wns very ill tho next morning
—too ill to go to tho timber yard; bo
Chauncey offered to seo Mr. Hawk, and,
if business pressed, to supply George's
place for a day or two. Mr. Rawk declined Mr. Chauncey's services, and was
so excessively polite und anxious in his
inquiries nbout Mr. Georgo that Chauncey thought tho story of yesterday had
reached Mr. Btiwk.
It was not bo; but Cnpt. Rnnger had
been to the timber yard to ace Mr. Poynter, and bad surprised Mr. Bawk by assuring him tlmt his clerk must have come
into money, as ho had bought Prospect
houso nt a sum which hu.(Capt. Ranger) hnd refused to give, Iiu bnd,
howover, left a commission with Mr.
Bawk; and Chuuncey wormed out of the
timber merchant tho following particulars:
Captain Ranger, It appeared, had married n lady with money—not always n
desirable exchange for n man's lifo—nnd
the lady never allowed him to forget the
pecuniary partof theircngagoment. She
hud taken n fancy—the word is not
strong enough—5 longing for Prospect
House, nnd tho captain had undertaken
to obtain it; but, being fond of a bargain, ho had disgusted Mr. Baxter with
a tiresome negotiation, nud tbo house
had slipped from him. To confess this
to Mrs. Captain Ranger would bo to in-
volte a conjugal tempest: and in his extremity he had come to Mr. Bawk to intercede with liis clerk lu transfer his
"Well," Bald Chauncey, "Georgo is a
good nntiired follow—too good nutured—
und I will undertake to cay thut tho captain dial] havo Prospect House for £4,-
"Four thousand pounds!" exclaimed
Mr. Bawk,
"And not ono shilling less," said
Chuuncoy firmly. "Tho liouso is worth
it na it standu; but compute its valuo to
Captain Ranger, und it m cheap at uny
Mr. Bawk pleaded to n stone agent
when ho tried to coften Mr. Chauncey;
and Captain Ranger coming into the
counting house nt I ho moment, heard the
terms proposed, raved liko a maniac for
ten minutes, and (hen consented to bc
swindled—rubbed, for the sake of pence
und quietness.
Clmuncoy could be n man of bin moss
when lie pleased, and he waa now in a
business mood. Ho therefore trotted off
tho angry captain to an attorney's, made
tho transfer, and secured n prospective
£1,000 for his friend Georgo by killing
hit uncle.
As the day wore on, Chauncey waited
upon Mr. Golding, and found that gentleman writing to Mr. Poynter, and expressing tiie great pleasure it gavo him
to hand him tl letter of allotment for fiOO
ahnres in tbo St. Glials Junction, etc. etc.
etc. Railway; adding a hope that tho firm
of Golding, Silverton & Co. might have
Mr. Poyntor's name on their booka us an
honored client.
Clmuncoy undertook to deliver lho letter, and to uso hia Influcnco with his
friend to mukethoonlyacknowledgment
he could for such disinterested goner-;
A Christmas Group,
Tbo shining holly hangs upon tbo wall,
Its scarlet clusters gleaming In tho light
Of ruddy flro glow, and tho welcome sound
Of silver laughter; rlpplos through tho room.
From youthful voices, whilst tho mistletoe,    -
Its white, trauparent beadlots temptingly
Hangs o'er their sunny heads,
Now kith and Ua
Are grouped la circle round tlio cheery hearth,
Each telling bis experience of tho yoar,
For some thoro bo thut only meet at Yule,
Tho gray hatred grnndshlro sagely nodi his hood
What time the prattle of tbe four-year old—
Tho golden tressed youngling of tbo flock—
Is poured into bis car; aud on his knees,
Eagor to prate, doth she, wee fairy, sit,
Tbe household darling of a score of hearts.
In yonder snug armchair sits grandmamma,
Whilst ten-year Tommy steals beside her knee.
Knowing full well, the bright eyed, saucy roguat
Tbe hidden soft spot In the old dame's heart;
And wltb a loving, half regretful gaze,
Look on the children's parents, carried baok
To the "long syne" when tbey themselves www
In ohlldhoM'fl happy, glad nnconsef outness
Of Ills to oome; &qd so, forgetting Time,
They tn their treasured blossoms bloom again.
Setting a Christum Chanco.
Do you blame liim?
Tho mince pio was n Christmas favorite in the time of tho poet Herrick, who
wrote of it:
The wli lie the meet Is a-shredding
For tlio rare mince pie,
And Uio plums stand by
To fill tho paste that's o-kueedlng.
The Day Ilefore Christmas.
Fat Turkey—I've been living hi;
lately. Wonder wlmt'B the math
What js thia Christmas business ai
way?  r
Thin Turkey (who has consumptio;
You will know before night; ta, (a!
Swnet nnd Hitler. _
lion- swot', and fresh tbe soft spring alr-J
A bnlir., ca apputlxer. '£37
ItmakftJ*.efed'lll.o— but, (hi whewl   ____m__t
_ Coosam tho fcrtilli.erl '.*Kr
—Uurllngton Froc V
A Stniiipcr Aimiiiu StritMgerfl.'fl
' New York Bolle—Do you know tlmt
ua Now York Is there are only four hundred
peoplo thoro who can claim to really belong
to tho elite?
Omaha A.an—Blioitldn't wonder. It's the
loucliest pluco 1 ever got into.— Omaha
Rthuf'H IH|)ln._]ii,
That Ethel Ih nn i_rilrt.
All must almlt with irrneei
How could one uvtu .luunt 1:
Who'd ever seeu tier I nm«
-i^iidonTId Ktu.
The Christmastime chuob on apace and
charity begins to hum.
The prettiest thing In a stocking Christ-
urns morning is a pretty girl's foot.
r>-    n ...   .   •       ,     1   When KrU KrinKlo comes down Ilia
Pcm- Georgo was very ill at caso when chimney It booIh Kris and the children as
hia friend Chauncoy returned, and at (well, UM
?J?An*fe Santa Ulau, Isaiid to be of G_
gin.  Hit. favorite oath-     ~
The pawnbroker knowl
Is coming, and so does th &
bo does the girl.
A facetloiiB divine got fwruianv ri.»t ,
maB sllppors that ho jinff™B$5ffi&
think me a centlnodcF' ° ,n<""
bccii repeated to Mr, Baxter, tho dlplo-
r.iatiat thought he had better retire; hut
ho had not gono many yards from tho
bank when Mr, Baxter overtook him.
"Delighted to hear what you havo told
us concerning your friend Poynter—an
excellent young man, and deserves all ho
"I nm euro of that," said Chauncey,
"whatever good it may bo."
"Ho'll reBido at St. Gnats, I suppose?"
"Yes," answered Clmuncoy.
"And will want a liouso suitable to his
new position?"
"Now I nm wanting to sell f respect
Houso yoiiilci—flno gurden, abunclanco
of wator nud all that—would It suit him,
do you think}"
Chauncey waa rather posed by this Inquiry, and said therefore, "Perhaps."
"i think it would; iil.dUO la what I nak
felt to bu liis inconsiderate raillery,
"I um norloua, old boy, quite Eerious,"
sold Chouncoy, throwing Goldiog'o letter
nnd tho transfer on tbo table. "I have
killed ohl SihmChcfsomnn, and theft, are
somo of lho proceeds of lho transaction.
Open—read mid satisfy yourself,"
Georgo opened thoenvolopocnntnfning
tho transfer, and then Mr. (lolding'n let-1
ter. He was in a mist. He thought he
was delii'iou!! und had lost hia reason; and
Chauncey wus a long lime making him
comprehend how ho had como to bo possessed of—
ProfltotiliTtiiKfor .,£1,000
I'roUt0:1 nix.Glares, pivmltiliiOpereliai'o... 8,J0!)
Tclal AG00
and all by killing old Silas Cheeseman!
Poor George was hard to satisfy that
theso largo gains were honorably come
by, mid when ho went to sleep he dreamt
that ho had robbed tho bank and had set
Prospect Houso on JUu The following
morning brought a letter, from Uncle
Tho poor old dotard expressed himself
so pleased ut his nephow's forgiveness of
an act which ho hail tliottght would have
provoked only rcvilhigs und wicked
wishes, that ho enclosed a cheek for i'l,-
000 an I his avunclar blessing.
Was over another fortune mado by
such means?
Georgo had all the money; Mr. Golding
begging his retent ion of lho shares, as hts
commercial ncutoneas might be damaged by a disclosure of the trick which
had been nrncliacd upon his cupidity,
nnd Cnpt. Imugcr ivnusubmissively sutlB-
lied, having told Ids cam Bpoaa that he
had bought Prospect House a decided
Mrs. Green would Imvo had to endure
many mortifying reflections had it not
been Christians timo wjicn Lotty uud
Georgo, and all other cstrunjjed friends.
nro willing'to forget tlielr old grievances,
and, in thankfulness Unit bitch u BOfisoi
was vouchsafed to erring man, hiiinbh
imitate tho Great Forgiver,
1 ie of (iernuuiiM^»^fl
t "plniny chrtaf. I
ring hi h^voTco whoVwm SPways chZ
in when anything la told. 5  CWme
He Is
. ~  ,aiu iimbier Willi tne
small boy who presents his mother with a
pair of folt slippers for Christmas.   ■'" '"
junta smart boy, that's all.
Tho custom of having a rousing Christ-
man dinner la not only nn ancient one, but
It la tho most universal of any custom
known to the civilised world.
Talk about oil trust*, rubber trusts, coal
rusts, etc., os much as you like, but what
we want about holiday time ts a turkey
or goose trussed,—Boston Courier,
Remember that a Christmas gift gains
nothing In significance by being costlv,
and that to Beck to outdo others In peon-
nlary outlay, simply because you have tlie
means, is vulgar.
"Ah, my son," said tlio minister, 'Tm
f;lad to see you In the Sunday-School at
ast, Is this your first Sunday.' "Yes,
sir" "How do j ou like ftr "Oh, guess
I kin Btand lt until aftor the Christmas
As ChrlstmaR approaches, the young
man who has beon toasting his toes and
lounging on \ho best parlor sofa, trios to
get up n quarrel with Ills girl bo as to escape bankrupting himself on a Christmas
Monetary;  ClarksbyVOood morning,
Mrs,  Gadby.   Shopman;, I see?"  Mrs.
"Yes' ,'"" '    ' ' '
Vcs; I've been t
..     —, _ i'o been picking up a few
little   things   for  Ohristmnn,^   C.-"I
havon't seen Mrs. Gnoby on 'change late*
(laconically)—"I have."
ly."  Mrs.Ci,


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