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HOLIDAY SUPPLEMENT.
CHRIfiTMAS
lsL-*ro;
winds whistle
ulirilt,
ley and chill,
Utile caro wc;
Littlo we fear
Weather with-
out.
Sheltered about
Tho mahogany
tree,
-Thackeray.
"LONG  AFORE  I   KNOWED."
BV JAMES WH1TCOMB RILEY.
This delicious eem of tbo Hooslor poet
Is hero presented, with duo apologies to
Judge, wliich first printed it:
Jos' a littlo bit o* feUer-I remember still—
list tc almost cry for Christmas, Hlto a youngster
will. .
fourth 6' Jitly's uotbln' to It l-Now Year's ain't a
smell!—
Easier Sunday-Circus day—jes' all dead In the
shell I
Lordy, thou,-*li I nt night, you know, to sot around
and bear
the old folks work thostoryofl about tho-slodgo
and deer,
And "Santy" alrootln' round the roof, all wrapped
In tor aud fuzx—
Long afore
I knowed who
"Santy Clans" wnzl
Cst to wait, end set up later a week er two ahead:
Couldn't hardly keep awake, uor wouldn't go to
bed:
Kittle stow-In' on tho Ore, and Mothor sattln1 near
Oanila' socks aud rookln' in tho skrecky rocking
cheer:
Pap gap', aod wonder whero It wus tho money
went.,
And quni-'l with his frosted heels, and spill bis
liniment;
And wo a-droamlQ' sleigh bells whon tho clock 'ud
whir and buzz-
Long aforo
I knowed who
"Santy Clam" wuz 1
Size the fireplace, and flgger how "Old Santy"
could
Manaijo to como down the ehimbly, liko tbey said
ho wonld:
Wlsht that I could bldo and see hlm-wonderod
what he'd sny
Ef ho ketebed 0 toller layln* for hlm thntaways!
Hut I bet on blm, und liked hlm, samo as ef ho had
Turnod to pat mo ou the baok aud say, "Look a
hero, my lad:
Hero's my pack-jus" ho'p yourso'l like all good
boys does 1"
Longuforo
I knowed who
"Santa Claus" wus.
Wisht that yarn wuz truo about hlm as It '-wared
tobo—
mado out o' lies Uko that-un'a good enough
fcr tne.
wet eo contldln' I could Jos' go wild
.my -slot-kin's like the little child
lap to-night, tuul hoggin' ino to toll
udcors, aud "Old Santy" that sho
ill;
for thla Uttle-glrl-swoctheart ot
"Santy Claus" bl
HILLSFORD'S HERMIT.
A  CHRISTMAS  STORY,   NOT   AFTER THE
REQULATION   PATTERN.
iCmftff 0Yttftn$**
§ flgvo 0oe ncafc,
(gfttt) ytentyi of 0ofe&A*3 itytxu
' 6&c fvienos we'tf \uttt
©no u>jf0 0<m& -stoop $mtl>
«dfc 3£wao now io Qtxt*
** ILLSFORD is a pretty little
* village'ou a rivor as puro as
truth, In tbo heart of tho
Iresquisaus valley, with
mountains walling it in
north and nouth. At tbo time
I write of it had all tho requisites of a
thriving town, including a population
which dripped- with self satisfaction.
This very comfortable commodity was
so donso and universal that tt fairly covered tho placo liko a fog.
Hillsford's most romarkablo citizen was
a hermit, an unkempt and eccentric In*
dividual, wbo lived in n cabin high up
on tho North mountain, and was known
ns "Old Weaver," In winter, when tho
folingo was less abundant, his small
dwelling could bo seen from tbo village,
a littlo speck of crudo architecture, tho
smoko from which curled Bomctime3 into
tho very sky. It wns pointed out to visitors, who wero told, without loss of
timo, of tho hermit, his civilization defying habits and nnspeakablo appearance.
But it was difficult to exhibit tho man
himself. Ho came down to tbo village
at infrequent intervals nnd then tarried
only long enough to procuro somo simple
necessities and departed without holding
speech with any one, Tbo townspeople
had tried to break into the privacy of his
homo without avail. Tboy had been repulsed with looks and gestures which
inspired feur and bellied to confirm tho
opinion thut "Old ,\Veiiver wns crazy and
had better bo lut ulono."
And surely no mnn in his right mind
could live tho lifo bo lived. His bnirnnd
whiskers showed no respect for I ho prevailing fashion iu hirsute trimming, and
his olenites wore a slap ut all decent garments, lio rarely spoko nt nil, but when
ho did his words woro briefness itself.
In summer thoy who went near his
cabin sometimes found him titling outsido reading lho Bible, nu occupation
from wliich tbey could not easily divert
him.
This caused somo to decide that he
was "a voligious crank," and helped to
dissipate tho theory tbat ho hnd committed somo terriblo crime. Uillsford
was full of wonder about tbo hermit's
past lifo nnd antecedents, but as there
was absolutely no way of finding out it
was obliged to remain in cruel ignorance.
All it know ubout him wns that sovoral
years beforo tho timo I speak of he bad
arrived in tbo villugo, purchatied a piece
of land on tbo top of the mountain,
reared a cabin ond begun a lifo of solituds
perfectly incomprehensible to tho people
of tho valley;
At last thoy mostly settled down to
tho belief that "Old Weaver had been
crossed in love." Everybody know thnt
lovo, if it did not run smoothly, could
upset peoplo completely. This gavo him
exceptional interest in the eyes of the
young and sentimental, although tbo
most imaginative among them could not
picture him ns having over been n per-
nonago capable of inspiring tbo divine
lunacy.
Never wore thoy fully sensiblo of Iub
1 YftluonB n romantic figuro until after he
had been "written up for u New York
journal. A newspaper correspondent,
on his summer mention, wandered into
Hillsford, and, of course, soon beard
about the hermit, sinco ho was all thero
wasoutsidoof tho usual and uninteresting in the place. He nt once spun out a
coluitti and n half of solid nonpareil,
mostly speculation, tinged with sentiment, about the curious recluse,
This had a good result. It dignified
tho old man in the minds of the Milford*
ians. It lifted him from tbo rank of a
crazy old- mountaineer to an eccentric
hermit, with extraordinary ccnlimeutal
possibilities beliind Ijjui,
It was often said that Weaver would
be foiuid starved or frozen to death somo
time. So overy winter thero wna talk of
"looking nfter him," by those in authority, but it ended in talk, as ho was not
exactly tbe kind of man to dictuto tu.
In the vernacular of Simpson's grocery,
ho was "a bard ono to tackle."
In the beginning of the hermit's lost
winter on tlie mountain some hunters,
driven by cold to his cabin, entered and
found him monning on his rudo couch,
Thoy spread the news in Milford, and
"the authorities" conferred together and
decided that it was timo to act. But
whut should tboy do with bim? Nobody
could go up to his lodge on tbo mountain
to take care of bun; his wretched dwelling contained no comforts. And nobody
wanted to tako him into his home.
There was tho county bouse, where ull
paupers wero Bent, but that was near
tho county seat, seven miles uway,
Tbey who were most outspoken tn the
matter of having him "looked nfter" and
who owned tho largest and most comfortable bouses, "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 the poorhouso might
prove dangerous to the sick man, und
might even throw serious blame on those
wbo became responsible for it.
However, after much thought nnd
more talk bad been put upon the subject,
tbo poorhouso faction prevailed, and tbe
fint went forth that Old Weaver must be
takon charge of by the county, willing or
unwilling.
The expedition set forth the next
morning. It was 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 inado ready.
The departure of this hermit capturing
I expedition was an ovent. The postoflico
! loafers gazed upon tho imposing tqiceta-
cle with envy in their hearts, though
they cheered the noble philanthropists
roundly. Tho people at the corner drug
Btoro were all outside waving their bats
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 bunds in their trousers' pockets
as the sled went by, This was their
manner of expressing a very warm interest Women watched from doors,
windows und porches, as women always
do, and a swarm of enthusiastic small
boys hung on to tho sled until driven
hack when half a mile out of town.
■ -Tho philanthropists l-eached Weaver's
cabin late in tbo day, after digging their
I way through great snowdrifts. All this
I heroic exertion mndo tbem feel more
] dominant iu spirit than over, Tbo very
! first nip on too hermit's door had the
j sound of authority in it, delivered as it
i wus hy tho formidable fist of tho town
marshal, backed by lho approbation of
! the other prominent citizens who uccom-
I panied him.
Thero wna no response.
The expression or decision on tho mnr-
slvM'-i.ipy° deepened as lie begun to heat
upon the door with both lists and kick
, it with the thmk soles of his tremendous
I boots.
Still thero was no answer.
While thoy wero parleying about
whether it was time to use the nx ov
not tho closed shutter of the hermit's
singlo window opened, revealing bis
haggard Ince, in whicli blazed a pair of
j eyea whoso wrathful lightning fairly annihilated tho prominent citizens.
"What do you want?" lio asked, nfter
a moment of discomfiting silence, as
; tbey stood, wordless, under tho spell of
i his unspoken anger.
\ "Wo lienrd you were sick," Baid the
1 marshal.
"Well?"
"Wo know you would need help," said
, tho justico of tho peace, "and so came
to try to do something for you."
I    "You hnvo put yourselves to unnecessary troublo.   I want nothing,"
j    "But our duty ns citizens will not
allow us to let ft fellow being suiter," I
suid Deacon Whito.
"Your lirst duly Is to mind your own
business," said tho hermit.
"Hero is Ur. Horsefly, who will help!
vou right off, if you will let us in," said
, Mr. Smollett, also a prominent citizen.
Tho dootor Stood silent, medicine cuso in
hand-the rigidity of tbo regular's code '
prevenling his doing any trumpeting on
1 hi.; own nccount,
i    "When I am weary of lifo I shall send i
' for Dr. Horsefly.   Until then bo must;
; excuse mc." returned tbo hermit, with I
I something liko uiciTimeut dancing iu Ids
I wild eyes.
! The doctor colored under this deadly
insult, feeling it tho moro becauso tho
earth wus ytit fresh over bin two last
patients. This offensive defiance of their
authority was iho tacitly understood
signal for a concerted rally of tho rescuers. Instinctively thoy drew nearer together, and one suid:
5s
You ought not to be alone as you nre."
"Well, what do you propose to do with
tne?"
"Why, why—tako you whero you will
bo properly cared for, of course,"
answered Justice McCracfeen,
"Now, tbat is kind, I admit," said the
hermit, and ho looked at thom with a
strange, amused expression in Ins eyes.
Believing that they wero guining ground,
they grow bolder.
"Yes, we wish to be kind. We can't
let you perish up here, you know."
"Well, where do you propose to take
me?"
"Hem, h'm: why, you see, Weaver—
you see Hillsford has no hospital—
and"—
"But you havo fixed upon some place
for uio, I presume?" questioned the hermit, in the toae of one about to surrender.
••Y-c-s," spoke up another, "Wo
thought wo would take you to Johnstown."
"Ah, that'B the county seat, Isn't It?'
"Yes."
"And the county house is near thero,
len't it?"
"Yes."
"Well, that's a good enough place for
any one who wants to go there, 1 don't.
Now it is time for you to leave," and be
Bhut tho window.
The besiegers conferred together and
again began to beat ui*on the door. Feeling more courageous when Weaver's
wild eyes wero not on them they called
to him that he must consent to go with
theiii, or they would take him by force.
The window opened once more and revealed tho gaunt form of the hermit
grasping a shotgun. Instinctively the
attacking party fell back a. tew paces.
Tbo hermit spoke: "I will blow the
head off any man who ngain 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'mc a moment more. And ho pointed the gun
at thom in a way that wus convincing.
Grutubliugly tbey moved away. "He's
right," said tlio justice, who had a mortal fear of firearms* "he's not a pauper,
lie owns this ground und he owns the
liouse. If he won't como with us willingly we shall have to let him alone."
"He's u3 crazy ns a kite," piped up two
or tli reo others, unxious to cover up their
chngrin.
"He ought to bo confined ns a dangerous lunatic," Baid tho doctor, In whose,
bosom Ktill rankled Weaver's poisoned
arrow.
They reached Hillsford in a crestfallen
frame of mind, all agreeing lhat tbe hermit might dio a dozen times over before
thoy would "put themselves out" to do
anything for hiin again.
Two weeks later, when tho weather
was bitter cold, Robby Hart, a sturdy
12-year-old, rushed into bis mother's
Bitting room ono afternoon, bursting
with news. "Old Weaver's hi town," he
panted.
His mother looked up from ber sewing
machine wilh interest. Like everybody
else in Hillsford slio know tbe history of
tho fruitless siege of tho hermit's cabin.
"Yes, he's hero; nwful sick, too: out
of his bead, nnd is lying on tbe lloor in
tbo back part of Hunt's grocery. They're
goin' to Bend bim to tlio poorhouso at
John si own,"
"Not In this terriblo weather," said
Mrs. Hart, looking alarmed.
"Yes; right off, There's no place hero
for him, they say."
"No placi! for a poor old sick man In
till Uillsi'otd? Wc are not so bad us that,
Hobby, I am sure."
"Oh, but I heard Judge Marklo nnd
Deacon Whito and oil of tbem sny so.
It's settled."
M0AS1S0 ON  HIS 11UDI* COUCH,
"Come, come, Weaver, this is no wny
to do. We are hero in tho friendliest
Bpirit, and nro sincerely anxious to havo
you luken caro of,,   You are n slok mau.
"I WILL KILL VOU LIKE DOGS."
"Porl-nps not," snid Mrs. Hart as she
began to put on her bonnet and cloak.
Sho was, perhaps, the poorest person of
refinement and education in tho town
und tho most benevolent. Sbe was a
widow, whose only dower wore a boy of
13 and a'glrl of 11 yoars. By sewing almost niglit und day sho managed to keep
tho wolf out of sight.
Accompanied by Robby she wont over
to Hunt's to seo tho hermit, and nt once
know that ho was sick unto death. As
tho sled whicli was to transport him to
Johnstown drew up at tho door Mrs.
Hart touched tho arm of Judgo Russell,
wiio seemed to bo clothed with more
authority just then than any of the other
"prominent citizens" who hovered about,
and said t
"I will take caro of Weaver If you will
send him to my house. Ho is a vory sick
man, already greatly exhausted by his
journey down (bo mountain. The drive
to Johnstown might kill him."
"Really, Mrs. Hart, you'ro always doing too 'much for others. Young Dr,
Clay was in hcvo.abit ago, and bo said
tbo old follow oughtn't to lie moved so
far. But you'd better think twice before
you take him. He'll lie an awful
charge."
"ll-tiow that," sho answeredi "butI
will take him and do tho best 1 can for
hiin." So the hermit was put upon (he
Bled nnd delivered at Jlr. Hurt s like A
bale of merchandise. The widow's unselfishness kindled a temporary flame of
the samo nature in other breasts, and for
tho moment volunteer help was plenty,
She took advantage of some of tliis to get
her. patient bathed and harbored and put
to bed in n comfortable, Christian way.
Then began for her weeks of cure,
work and anxiety. The Bowing macluno
was silent, with the unpleasant consequence of low finances. Contributions to
tlio comfort of tho sick man fell away as
timo passed and tho affair becamo an
old story. Young Dr. Clay alone remained faithful. The donutions of othci-B
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 it home where
refinement und kindness prevailed, ho
fell into tho ways of its inmates na naturally as if hu had been accustomed to
civilization all his life. He talked genially und charmingly, and seemed possessed of as much information as tiny
man of lho .world. Clad in his right
mind and conventional clothes, he lost
his character of hermit entirely. Many
of tbe signs of age, too, had disappeared
under the good oillces of tho tailor and
the barber. Ho did not look n day over 45,
He was quite well now, but lio showed
no disposition to return to his semi-savage life, so fur as anyone outside of Mrs.
Hart's home know.
t
Christmas was almost at band. Hillsford was busy buying its presents and
getting up festivities. At Mis. Hart's
the preparations wero on a sculo so
simple (lint they were almost pathetic.
Two dnys before Christmns tho town
had something new to talk about. A
middle uged gentleman nnd lady of the
upper class, apparently, arrived at the
Hillsford hotel und asked for Weaver.
While they rested and dined they woro
regaied with lho etory of tbo 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 ubout
them.
It got tho whole story on Christmas
from The Weekly Chronicle.
BT T. W. nOUSRTSOS, AUTHOR or "ROCIETV,
"SCHOOL." ETC.
THEIR CHRISTMAS dlPT.
Our reader.- wii! be •surprised nnd gratified to
loam Unit Mrs. Caroline Hart wns nmrhi'd night
In-fore lost to Mr. Vincent II. Weaver, of New
York.   The ceremony lonlt place «t tho bride's
homo ats o'clock. Tho crooni's sister, Mra.0. l'.
Stovoiuwn, und her husband, also of Now Vork.
and two or three of the bride'B closest friends
were lhe only -guests,
Mrs. Hart, now Mrs. Weaver, ns everybody
knows. Is one of the most highly rcspeetod ladies
of Hillsford. Although far from rich, sho has
been philanthropic to an extraordinary degree,
Every ono knows how Weaver, thy hermit, fell
slok one day early in llio winter wlion ho camo
Into town to tiny KOinoBtipplleit, aud Mrs. Hnrt hnd
hlm removed lo her cottage to prevent lifti being
taken to lhe county house nt Johnstown. Btltndt
until recently did uny one know Hint lloiiuan
Weaver llio hermit, and Vincent 11. Weaver tho
Celebrated author were one mul the wiuie.
It has boon generally' belioved that our hermit
hnd I'l-i'ii the victim of souio cruelty nt Cupid's
hands, and for this reason lind deserted thu socioty of his follow men.   Wo loam from good
authority that this diagnosis was Incorrect, Ho
lived in his ininniti-.in cabin beenuso ho could thero
devote himself to tho work ot writing his books
without Hid risk of boing lured nwny by uny of ,
tho thousand diversions which tempt hlm from
his toll intluM-liy. His oharactor of Bomi-savago
was assumed to protect him from Intrude*-*.
Mr. Weaver really did not livo in his mountain
lingo half tlio timo ho wns supposed to. Often,
for months together, lio would be absent, mixing
with the wit« and litterateurs of tho metropolis.
He hns ovon boon iovcral limes to Europe, while
tho people of Illllsfoi-d supposed hint to bo within
hts solitary cabin.
Eccentric ho is, to bo sure. For Instnnee, wo
have been told (hut beforo tic spoke of marriage
to Mrs. Hurt he put 360,000 In her lit****) In n Bub-
slant inl Now York bank ami scttlei A handsome
Biunuponeneliof her two children, Ho wished
tomnkohor Independent beforo tb.) question of
itmrrtoge was discussed, nud ho considered hei
entitled to oil ho oould do for her for having taken
him to her homo, thereby saving his lifo when he
was nt death's door.
This in a truo lovo match, without doubt Their
Christmas gift Is tho very best in Santa Claus'
pack. It Is labeled "Lovo,'1 nnd comprehends tho
better pnrt of earth and a portion of heaven,
Mr. Weaver mndo n final trip to his cabin on tho
mountain the other day, and wroto across its door
In big lottcra, "It Is uot gootl for man to 1» nlono."
Mr. and Mrs. Weaver will build a splendid houso
hero for their summer home, but will snctul'tbelr
winters lu New York. They toft yesterday to
finish iho season thero. Wo wish them every happiness undor tho sun.
ThiB startling piece of news paused
many on cyo to protrude when it was
read. "1 always thought that Mrs. Hart
was a designing thing. Sly, oh, so sly.
I'll warrant sho knew that Weaver was a
rich man or sho never would have taken
Iiim in," said a woman who, only a
month before; bad expressed tho i'ear
that tbo widow "would have old Weaver
on kov bonds for life."
Gertrude fUnmsoN.
Beautiful and right it is that gifts and
good wishes should fill tho air liko snow
flakes nt Christmas tide. And beautiful
Is tlto year iu ils coming and in its going
—most beautiful and blessed because it
U always tlio Year of Our Lord.
CHAPTER I.
"Would you havo tho kindncsss to step this
wny, sir, into Mr. Dawbnni's room?"
These words were addressed by a banker's
clerk to n young man whose dress and manners were a vulgar compound of groom,
betting man, and pugilist. The sporting
gentleman swaggered by tho desks nud the
clerks, looking infinite disparagement at tha
whole concern, nnd was ushered through the-
double doors into presenco'of Mr. Dawbarn.
Mr. Dawbarn wns llio principal banker in
Bramlingdou, uud Brand ingdon was the
county town of tho littlo county of Mufford.
It consisted of ono long, straggling street,
beautified by flvo old churches, each a
splendid specimen of architecture, which
contrasted strongly with the Town Hall,
tho Corn Exchange, and tho Market Place,
whicli were modern buildings, uud unpleasant
to luok nt.
"Mr. Studdeu," said Mr. Dawbarn to tbo
yonng gentleman of sporting appearance,
"1 liavo to talk to you, sir, very seriously;
sit- down, if you please."
Mr. Stnddcu sat iu u chair ns if it were a
saddle, shut ono eye knowingly, and examined the tlioiig of his whip with iho othor.
"Mr. Studdeu," continued tho banker
solemnly, "I hnvo beeu Informed that you
hnvo overdrawn your account to tho amount
of	
"Yes: I kuow nil about that, governor,"
broke in Mr. Stnddcu. "I'vo been told so
twice."
"1 therefore gavo directions thut the next
timo you presented n cheek, you should ba
shown iu hero to mc," sa!d tbo banker.
"Thnt is—a chock of my own drawing."
"Quite so."
"Well, now I am here," said Mr, Studdon,
goading the sido of his imaginary horse with
his lefthcol; "respectful eomps. and should
liko to know your littb game. What** to bo
done?"
"Mr. Idon, I bavo known you from a
boy."
"Well, I know that."
"And I now seo you a ruined man'1	
"Hold hurd, Matilda," interrupted Stud-
don; "not ruined—pushed for tho moment—
on my knees, but not staked. Tvo been unlucky ou tho racos this last year—unlucky at
play, Why, lust night I lost n pot at loo,
und then that girl behaved to ine in"—-
Mr. Studdeu," said tbo banker, closing his
eyes, "I cannot listen to a catalogue of your
crl —cr I—imprudences. 1 am tbo tut her of a
family, and"—
"Cut that, governor!" broko in the amiable
Mv. Stndden. "What 1 want is money, and
not preaching—no prcacheo nnd lloggcotoo.
This is the stnto of lho odds. I'vo overdrawn
my account; good; will you let mo hnvo
Bome!uioref tin, linoan. If you will, I nra
sure to retrieve myself. I'vo some splendid
tilings on, but must havo tlio ready—-ti—id*
dity—rhino."
"Mr. Studdeu," said Mr. Dawbarn, "I do ^^,
not understand your jargoii, nor is such lnu-flpt
gungothesortof thing I am accustomed to
bear. Yon liavo lost tho fortune left you by
your father in gambling, horso racing, and
—and tho like. Por the last seven years I
have seen going lo irretrievable ruin. As you
had n lon;; minority, and no friend.* to advise
yon, I havo tried to help yon but I
regret tn say, your complete ruin is i**evita-
blo—inevitable,"
"Bet you fifteen to ono it isn't!" said Mr,
Studdeu.
"What you owe ine," continued the banker,
not noticing tho Interruption—-"what you
owe mc 1 shall novor troublo you for."
'■Bless you I" said tho Irreverent Studdeu.
Mr. Daw-barn's fare reddened. "Mr. Stud-
Ion," lie choked ont, "I am not accustomed
to bo treated with rudeness, and I don't mean
to begin now, 1 would have given yon somo
advice, sir."
"Don't want it, thank you."
"Good advice, parental advice* but it will
be of U0 USO, 1 nm seo."
Not nbit."
I slinll leave you therefore to iho pursuit
of yonr career of profligacy, nnd may it—
inny It"—Mr. Dnwbai'U stammered, for ho
felt tlmt lie wub proposing a toast at n public
mooting--''mny it prove to you that—tlmt—
that"—
Out with it, governor," slid tho insolent
youug sporting mnn.
'Xo, tir, 1 will not out with it," said tbo
banker, majestically, "I will not say what
I wns going to say."
"Are you quite clear what you were going
to sny!" inquired tho young man, who respected neither ago nor wealth.
Mr. Dawbavu covered his defeat grandly.
"I will not detain you any longer, Mr. Studdeu." Ilo rang Uio bell. "1 wish you good
day. sir; my servant will show yon out."
"Very good, governor," said Mr. Btuddcn,
dismounting from bis chair, or saddle. "You
throw nio over—very good; and Just nt tho
moment when I conld mako a colossal fortune. If I had your capital, or you had my
talent nud speculated—ka focsilmu I—what
might not bo mado with tho tip* I huvo! I
know tho wuy out, Chawlcs"—this Mr. Studdeu addressed to tho servant—"you needn't
show mo. Mr. Dawbarn, I bavo tho honor
to bo, sir, yours truly, ovor to command, ot
cetera—cetera—cctcrn,"
Mr, Stndden departed with a flourish,
leaving tlio banker iu a stnto of tbo most
wrathful indignation. Mr. Dawbarn was a
groat man in Bramllngdon and accustomed
to bo treated with respect and dofcreuco and
servility, nnd though so excellent a -htsoii,
Mr. Dawbarn was something of a humbug,
and tbo young man's manners had convinced
him tbat bo know it, and it U vory annoying
to mon of SO years of ago to bo found out by
thoir juniors. Mr. Ilobcrt Studdeu, or, us ho
wus called, Mr. Bob Stndden, or Mr. Kip
Studden, swaggered past tbo cashier aud
clerks with tho case of a jockey and tlfo graco
of n groom. A dozen steps from tho door of
tbo ban!: lio met a clork whom ho stopped.
"Halloa!'' ho cried, with graceful badinage,
MMuuro, how goes it?"
"Hov/ Co you do, Mr. fltiiddca?- iuiulroi
tbo ctei-l;.
"Don't bs In tritb a Lurry- V/tli, hov/ is
ehe, ehi"
"Mr. nt-.-d-I"	
"Don't ba afraid) my boy. I'm noi tao
jrjni t.i -rfoll c;iurt. Why ttOt bait with bcrl
Deltl ~d land you my laa^ycr Co htlp you,
I Livr yoa fi« othft' lttW6lM£.   JJj-i*d fa-vtij
ki4K**Ti" * Aden iloxA cau eye, thru-it his
Lis cbt-ik and efroL'td dwu the
'- 'j'SAng ctrosii of Bran-.lins'lou,
"jr'.ic^ eslf coostiouj v-jlguiity,
*
CHAPTER II.
utry town it ia impossible
ba Ue*it er-cret, escept
rumor  points  to  co
imlnala that justico cad
become lost in surmise,
loceut thut tho guilty
xo detect murder, tho
i Bv/If t at tho discovery
• met Juliet at a fancy
Instead of at a mas-
ia, and afterwards prowled
Irdun of his mistress' father'-*
gnorl  Capulct >nnd  Montague
jon informed of the occurrences
following morning by several
1 credible oyo witnesses—all of
aud tho majority on the other
■thirty years of ago.
*as Christinas day, cold, clear  and
■osty.   Mr.  Dawbarn was drossed  in  his
,  brightest black, nnd his cravat wns ns a mou- j
ument to tbo most irreproachable of laundresses.   But Mr.  Dawbarn wns pnlo and
agitated, his bend shook nnd his bauds trembled, till tbo papers he held iu thom rattled
and crumpled.
Whan a servant opened the dining room
door and announced "Mr. Munro," Mr. Dawbarn turned paler, nud whou tbo young clerk
whom Mr. Robert Studdbn bad so playfully
rallied n fortnight beforo in the street entered, tho banker trembled inoro violently.
"Mr. Munro," suid tho banker, when tbo
door wns closed,."you—you—you doubtless
know why I havo sant for you—on this festive occa—sloa—sion, today?"
Tbo young clerk, who wus ns pnlo as Mr.
Dawbarn, faltered out, "No, sir," with so
transparent an effort thnt tho banker saw
tbat tho young can perfectly understood the
reason of tbo Interview.
"Your conduct, sir, has been such that I—
I—I do not know how to address you," stammered Mr. Dawbarn. "That you, sir, my
servant, my paid nnd salaried servant,
should hnvo so abused my confidence; should
have so dared to try to so injur.? ao is—is—
what 1 did not expect from you. 1 know nil,
sir, nil. You aro discharged from tho bank
this moment,"
A pailg shot over Uio young man's face.
"You will not bo allowed to enter the"
again,- This quarter's salary is there, si
Tbo baukor put upon tbo tabic n small paper
packet. "Ar, I shall not suffer you to take
your placo at your desk again, there is a half
year's salary." Tlio banker placed another
small packet on the table, and the clork made
a deprecatory motion with or, * hand. "I insist on it, »ir, and shall tako uo denial. I
also insist onyour leaving Bramlingdon tonight, or to-morrow morning, at the latest.
Bhould you hnvo nny debts here, leavo a list
of (hem, and today being Christmas day, 1
will seo tliat one of tbo dorks pays tbem tho
day after tomorrow. Thero can bo no excuse fervour remaining, and your absence,
sir, is a matter of much moro importance
to mo tii-iu nfoiv paltry pounds; so I will
bear of no objection."
Mr. Dawbarn paused and drow breath, and
tho youug clerk looked nt bim nnd then at
the window, as if out into a far distanco beyond.
"My accounts, sir" bo bognu, whon the
banker Interrupted blm,
"Will b? found quite right, I daresay, Had
you only robbed nio of money, sir, I should
liavo been better pleased. I havo treated
you only too well, and in return seo what
you have done." Mr. Dawbarn struck his
clenched band upon tbo table. "But no
matter. Do I understand that you will leavo
Braiplfpgdon to-night)"
Monro look bis eyes from tho winilow, and,
bolting full ui tho banker's fuco, snld:
"Lucy."
Mr. Daw-barn's faco turned scarlet, nnd be
again '.true!; the. table. "Don't mention my
daughter's unino to mc, sir, if you please, 1
won't bear it! How daro youl There, sir,
ire tho rubbishing letters you bavo sent to
her, nud if you bavo any senso of decency or
honesty left, you will return those you havo
of hors—of—of my daughter's,"
Munro took up the letters his former mns-.
ter had tossed to hin.
"Did you bear ur,   if asked tho banker.
"I beg your pardon."
"I sny, will you f*ivo ino back ber letters,
and will you lenve Bi-amliligdou to-night!"
There wns a nnti e, and tho bells of tho
church rang out for : loriiiug scrvlc..
"lean make no promiso, sir," replied tbo
young clork, very clearly, "I havo a duty
to your dull 'htor as well as a duty to you. If
she desires that I should"—
"You sot mo at defiance, do you, sir?" burst
inthe banker. "Very good, very good; but
don't RippOBO that if you stay hero forever
tha-' yon will see my daughter, or bo enabled
to write to her. If you stop In Brain!ingdon,
shogoc-i, Next week sho travels with her
mother to London, abroad, anywhere, away
from ber father's presumptuous clerk, who,
because bis master asked him a fow times to
bis house- tosltnt bis table, and treated him
as nn equal, so far forgot himself na to lift
is eyes tip to bis daughter, his only child."
It had been a terrible Christmns morning
in lho banker's liouse. Mr, ami Mrs, Daw
barn had been Informed that tholr only
daughter, Lucy, roso evory morning early
ond hod uu interview wltb tho young clerk,
Munro, ia lhc kitchen garden, lho door of
which opened into a lane, ami of which door
either Lucy or the young clerk, or both, possessed ii key. Lucy had boon forced into confession, ami bad gono ou ber knees to her
pupa, nud ivopt and implored him uot to hurt
ber George. Sho hnd given up all bis letters,
whicli Him was in tho habit of placing under
her pillow every night, and which letters
Munro bad written stealthily in bunking
bourn mid placed la a certain portion of tho
wall, near lho tool houso in tbo kitchen gar-
don. Mr, Dawbarn wont on wildly aud
frightened Mrs, Dawbarn, a good, motherly
woman, into a fit. When Mrs. Dawbarn recovered, Miss Lucy went off Into a swoon,
aud bor father nnd mothor had to recover
tier, and Mr. Dawbarn was iu agony lest the
servants of bis household should bo cognizant
ot tho disturbance, which was an entirely unnecessary excitement on his part, ns theyj
tbo servants, bad known ull about it for the
last eight months. Poor Lucy wns told that
Munro wus to bu immediately sent away,
but that sho and ber mamma wero to go to
church thst day, as their absonco might bo
remarked by u devout but curious congregation, nud tlmt bLo was to butho her eyes and
look unconcerned, easy, comfortable and composed.
As Lucy and her mamma passed tho door
of tho dining room, Lucy beard .tbo young
clerk's voice, Sho knew Huit she should
never seo bim again, aud aht, could not resist
ber impulse, Sbo ran to the door, seized the
handle, and would havo opened it, but her
mamma pulled her away, find on.tho other
side Mr Dnwburn rushed to tho door and put
his back against Jt, Munro ntrodo to tho
wiudow, that Lo might tako a lost look of his
mistress on sbo left tho bouse,
"Good-by, Georgo dear, good-byl" orlod
poor Lucy iu tho pasdigc. "Wo shall uover
ficooacb other again; bub good-by und goodly aoA coo'V-by again."
chapter nr/
; A'-enr bad elapsed eiuco Lucy Dawbarn
had Liddcu farewell to hor father's clerk
through tlio diniug room door. Ho had left
Brauiiiugdon aud gono no ono kuow whither,
Keither letter nor message camo to Lucy; sho
woo too strictly watched. Eho often walked
iu tho garden and looked at that portion of
tho wall whero they bad concealed their lot-
tors. Tbo good old brick that tbfcy
used to lako out cud put back
ogaiu was a thing cf tbo past,
In ite plaeo thoro was a bran new red brick
cemented by bran now white mortar that you
could seo a niiio off, Lucy Lad been to Loudon, aud had been visiting not ouly bor
father's und mother's relatives but tbo magnates of tho county, aud bod seen all sorts of
pleasures and fashion and distraction, and at
tho end of six mouths bad returned very thin
and palo.
Sbo had beon home but a few weeks when
tlio nows came that young Munro had sailed
from Liverpool for New York. It reached
Lucy's 0)11*8 through a sympathetic servant
maid. Tbo next morning sho seat word thnt
sho would liko to bavo a cup of tea sont to
lier up stairs In her own room, as sho had n
headncho and begged to bo excused from tho
breakfast table. Mrs. Dawbarn knew tbat
sho had beard of Munro's departure for
America, bat sho did not daro to mention
ovon tho name of tho, objectionublo clork to
ber Iiusband, wbo wnscntiroly igaorantof tho
young man's movements. Two or three days
after lho doctor was sent for. Tho medical
man bummed uud hawed and said that his
patient wan low. Lucy grow worso nnd worse.
A consultation was bold. Tho young lady's
disorder was pronounced to bo nervous fever,
aud ono white headed old gentleman from
London puggested to Mr. and Mrs. Dawbarn
that if Uio young lady were engaged he
should uot ndvtso tho postponement of tho
ceremony.
"You see, my dear Mr. Dawbarn," snid tho
old gentleman, "your dear daughter's malady
is partly mental, Sho has hero uo employment, (hat is, uo fresh employment for her
mind. Tf you could substitute new duties,
fresh impressions, she would recover quickly.
Hi1! energy is wearing her to pieces; sho
wants, so to speak, to begin bor lifo over
again. If—if her partner hus uot yet been
eho.-ou"—hero tbo eyes of tho father nnd
mother tact—"lot her travel, lot her choose
an occupation, give ber something to do. I
know a young 1. dy—ranch tbo samo kind of
case— •.■:'.:■•■ Luok to painting, and found con-
in benefit from lho study mid the
i-i-actice. Italy, now, might create a desire
to cultivate somo nrt—say music, eh? Your
dear daughter is not strong; ber mind fs too
much for her body."
Lucy wns taken to Harrogate, to Cheltenham, to Leamington nnd Scarborough, thon
to tho soutli of France and Italy. When sho
returned to Bramlingdon sbo had to Lie lifted
from the carriage. Her fntl.er, who had not
soon her for two months, wns struck with tho
visible alteration fn ber fat* and figure. He
himself carried Lor to ht.r room and was
hardly conscious of hid burden. Sho
sold sho wns tired with Lor journey
and would go to bod, Mr. Dawbarn descended to dine with his wife, nnd mooting
on tho stall's with the sympathetic housemaid who had informed Luey of Munro's departure for America, and asking tho girl
why sho was crying, and receiving for nnswer Unit it wns for Miss Lucy, ba discharged
her on tho spot.
It was a dismal dinner. Husband nnd wife
spoke but little, nud when ono caught the
tbo other's cyo there was a great show of appetite. Mr. Dawbarn drank a considerable
quantity of sherry. Whou tho cloth wns removed tho conversation flngged. Neither
dared begin the consultation they felt was
Inevitable, Before they went into Lucy's
room to look at her ns sho lay sleeping, Mr.
Dawburn put Lis arm around his wife's waist
nnd kissed heron tho forehead, a proceeding
whicli mndo Uio good old lady tremble very
much and ber mouth nnti nostrils quiver.
Sido by side iu tho dark the couplo lay
awake in their luxurious chninbor, Btarting
at tho reflection of tho window framo upon
tho blinds.   Tho father began.
"Jemima."
"Philip," said tho mother.
"What do you think of Lucy?"
Tho mother heaved a deep sigh.
"Good God!" said tho banker, "when I
took her up in my arms I could hardly feci
hor weight.   Sho wns liko n feather—liko a
feather.  Jemima, you're crying, my lovo.
Toll me, honestly, now, honestly, candidly,
as you think.   Tell mo, toll mo."
Tlio wifo throw hor arm nroimd hor husband's neck nnd sobbed: "I fear that wo
shall loso her,"
It was spoken, nnd death was recognized
as a presence in tho houso.
"D'yo thiol- there's uo hope?"
"Only one, and that a vory poor ono."
Mr. Dawbarn feltn mental qualm, for he
know what was coming.
"What's that?" ho asked.
"You'll be angry with mo, Philip, if I tell
you."
"Angry, my doar? no, no, not a bit," Baid
tlio father.
"Yoa know what I mean,"
Tho banker sighed.
"Do you mean1' bo begnn.
"Yes, I do," replied tho mother. "If Lucy
could see or hear of that yonng man, 1 believo sho would recover. I'm suro itwould
do ber gootl."
Thero wns n long pause, Mr. Dawbarn
groaned in spirit, but ho felt tlmt his wifo
was right.
"I had such better views for hor," gronnod
tho banker.
"Yes, my doar, I know yon had," said tho
wife, pressing Lis hand.
"Lord Landringa was most particular in
his attentions, aud Sir Thcophllus Hawdon
absolutely spoko to mo about ber."
"I know ho did," said tbo acquiescent wifo.
"Think of Lucy being Lndy Landringa or
Lady Hawdon! county peoplo—and then of
her being Miu — ob!"
"It's a sad thing, dear, but what can we
do now that sho's so ill—poor thing!  And if
wo could savo her lifo"	
Mr. Dawbarn turned in tho bod. "I'll ask
Topbam about ft to-morrow." (Topbam was
tbo doctor.)   "I'll hoar Lis opinion."
"I Lave asked Llm," said tbe mother, "and
ho agrees with me."
"But bow can ft bo donor' asked tbo
banker, turning again restlessly. "I can't
ask tho follow to marry my daughter."
"No, but you cau offer him a situation la
the bank."
"Supposo he refuses."
"Ho won't refuse."
"But bow can I find him?  Whero is liof"
"In America," answered Mrs. Dawbarn.
"America!'' repeated tbo banker, slttlug
up in bed.   "Then how tho deuco is Lo to bo
got at?"
"Advertise for blm, If ho will applyto
So-and-So, ho will hoar of something to bis
advantago, I asked Dr. Topbam'a advice
about nil that."
"Advertising Is not respectable," said tho
banker; to whicli his wifo mado no reply but
tbo word 'Lucy.'"
"Besides," continued Mrs. Dawbarn, nfter
a short pause, "If you don't liko advertising,
send somebody after bim to And oub trboro
ho Is,"
"Sendoomebodyl Sond who!
"Oh, that Mr. Studdon; bo's doing nothing
and I dun; say will bo glad of tho job."
"I Bupposo that Topbam advised that too?,'
"Yes, bo did.0
"J thought I recognized Tooham's interest
i j uu& $ uuiig vagabond.   1 supposo you and   domptldh for tbe past and a fluo prospeofi tor
ho havo talkod thia matter ovor new some \ the future.
time."
"I aad Hr. Stud-Ieai"
"No, you aud TopUam."
"Yes."
"And you've arranged It all between you."
"Yes."
"Why didn't yoa tell uo this before,
Jemima I"
"I was afraid."
"Afraid!   Afraid of what!"
"Of you."
"Ofme.JwniraaJ Don't yon think Ilo*
my child as much ns your1
"I'm suro you do; but you men don't understand somo things."
"But Topbnm's a man," remarked the
puzzled banker.
"But then he's a doctor," was the reply.
Mr. Dawbarn groaned inwardly, as a possible coronet presented itself to Lis mind's
eye—and thou faded away. "I suppose you
must lmve it your own way." Le said.
"May I, Philip!" asked Lis wife, putting
Ler arm around his neck a socond time,
"Yen, I believo you'ro in tbo right. But
won't tho shock—tlio surpriso hurt lier?"
"I'll answer for tbat May I toll ber tomorrow?1!
"Yes," sighed tho vanquished father.
"Bless you, Philip*!" said tho good mother;
and sho kissed hoi' partner, and iiotb wifo
nud husband slept tho sleep of the just.
CHAPTER IV.
"Lucy, my dear," said Mrs. Dawbarn tho
next morning ns sbo entered tho Invalid'-*
chamber, "I and papa bavo beon talking
abott t you."
"Yes, mamma," said Lucy, wltb nn evident want of Interest fn tho subject,
"And what do you think Le says?"
"Don't know, mamma."
"Ho's going to mnko some alterations in
iho bank."
"Ob, indeed!"
Miss Lucy had uot tbo smallest solicitude
about tbo bank,
"And what elso do you think?"
"OL, mamma, I am so tired," said Lucy
peevishly.
"What elso do you think ho means to do!"
continued Mrs, Dawbarn, bending her matronly bead over her daughter's face, and
pouring into her ear words that mado tlie
girl Hush scarlet and bor eyes flash.
"Oh, mammn, it can't bo true!''
"My love, could i deceive yon?"
"No, dear ifiamina, no; but oh, is it true?
Kiss mc, mamma ('ear.   I am so happy and
eo thankful; and—and in n littlo timo, whon
I'vo thought over bow happy I am, pupa
may como in, and I'll kiss Lim nnd thank
him. and tell him Low grateful I am too,
nnd"	
But poor Lucy could got no further,' and
sobbed and wept with delight.
"My darling, kiss mo now," said her father,
advancing from tbo door, behind whicli ho
had watched tho effect of tho news. "I'll do
anything tognako yoa hnppy—anything."
"0 papa! my own papal"
"My darling, you'll lovo mo now again as
you used to do, won't you? and—and—there's
Mr. Bob Stiidden's knock. I'll send that fellow off to Now York—I mean to Liverpool,
this very night."
Mr. Bob Studdeu wos waiting in tho dining
room. Ho was so changed In face, dress, appearance nud manner that when Mr. Dawbarn saw hlm ho started nnd snid:
"Aro you Mr. Robert Studdenf"
"Yes, Mr. Dawburn, it's me," said tho familiar voico. "I daro say you find rae
changed.   I do myself."
Ho was indeed altered. In plnco of tho
spick, span, now, natty, dressy, shiny, oily,
varnished Bob, tbo delight of barmaids and
tbo envy of grooms, stood a shabby, corduroy trousered, wnistcontloss vagabond, snicll-
ing of straw and porter. Mr. Dawbarn hesitated beforo lm asked him to sit down.
"I got your letter, sir," said Bob, whoso
manner was as deferential a3 his clothes woro
shabby, "and camo on Immediately. Sorry
I couldn't present myself moro decently; but
such is fate."
"What are you doing now, Mr. Studden?"
asked tho banker.
"At present, sir, replied Bob, "I am stableman at tho Cock aud Bottlo."
"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 nnd market dnys; but still, what with
odd jobs, I manage to grub on."
Mr. Dawbarn looked at tho ox-betting
man's wan fnco nnd wistful oyes, and asked
him if ho would tako a glass of wino.
Bob shot a quick glance, aud said that he*
would; nnd In tbo keen look Mr. Dawburn
rend hunger.
"Tho sherry," snid tlio banker to a servant,
"nnd brins luncb—somo cold roast beof—
nnd—you know; nnd whon we'vo lunched,
Mr. Studdeu, we'll talk business "
Mr. Studden's performance upon tho beof
wns so extraordinary that tbo banker feared,
that ho would commit Involuntary suicide.'
It wns with n feeling of intense relief that Lo
snw him nttnek llio cheeso; but tlio attack
wns so prolonged that Mr. Dawbarn feared
lest tlio suffocation tho beef Lad left unaccomplished should lio effected by tho Stilton.
"Not any more, sir, thank you," answered
Bob to bis host's complimentary question.
"I nover tasted sueh a cheeso—nnd as for tho
beef, it's beautiful. I haven't tasted nnlmnl
food for thoso ten daya For rod herring la
nut animal food nny more tban n lump of
salt is, and I'm sick of red herrings. Soak
'cm In as much hot water ns you liko, thoy
always taste of luclfers; perhaps becauso they
lie noxt to 'cm in the shop. I may thank you,
Mr. Dawbarn, for a roal meal such as I
haven't bad for—for"	
Tlio wino Mr. Studden had drunk seemed
to bavo got into his hoad, and from bis bead
into Lis oyes, Mou aro strango creatures—
and oven Lotting men aro men—and whether
it was tbo memory of bygone days, or tho
wluo, or tbo bread, or tho butter, or tho beof,
or tbo cheese thnt affected blm, cannot be
ascertained, but ono of theso causes, or somo
of them, or all, caused Bob Studden to lay
bis head upou bis anus, and to cry copiously.
Ho then began accusing bini-.-.'lf, and saying thnt bo was a bnd lot; that liowft-i miserable and repented; that his lifo was
an hourly curso to bim; that ho knew
lio bnd brought it all upon himsolf; thnt all his friends bad do-
sorted hlm, particularly thoso who had shared
bis hospitality, and oven bis monoy, when ho
was prosperous; that tlio man who owed his
riso lu Hfo to him, and whom bo bad assisted
at a crisis, Lad behaved to blm with au ingratitude that stung hlm to tho soul; that ho
was half starved and bad no bod but iu lho
stablo; that ho was ruined—ruined—and bad
no hopo.
Whon tho poor, broken down gamester hnd
exhausted himself, tho banker began. II-
told him that ho (tho banker) had been advised to offer hlm (Studden) employment
because he know blm tobo intelligent, and
hoped that his post Bufferings Lad bceu a
warning to bim for tbo futuro; that tho butiness ho wished to employ bim on was dillicult nnd delicate, being uo less than to go to
Now York nnd from there to whorovor oho
ft might bc necessary to travel, in search
of Mr. Munro; that mouoy would bo provided and letters furnished blm, and that
ho waa required to start for Liverpool that
vory night; thut it wus hoped ho would no&
lightly glvo up a chanco (hat offered him re*
TU dp it! I'll do iti" said Bob, rising and
graspiug tbe banker's band; ,(aud God bless
you, Mr. Dawbarn, for giving a poor outcast
dovil like mo tho chanco, I'll nub decuivo
ycu, cir, If 1 do"—
"Hush, buah, Mr. Studdeu,"
"You II mako a man of me, sir—a man!
I'll bo truo au steel. Ill uot bot—uot on tho
best horso that was ever foaled. To-night,
sir—I'll ctart this minute, barefoot, If you
wished it. I've got a decent suit of clothes
ti pawn, i ir, quito Kood -ruough for tho Ilk****
of mo; I'll be faithful and truo, sir, and God
bless you, sir, and—and"	
Here Bob broko down again, and oven stiff
Mr. Dawbarn was compelled to uso bis cambric handkerchief as Mr. Studdeu used his
coat sleeve, Bob was furnished with lotters;
among them was ono from Mr. Dawbarn
addressed to Munro, which inclosed a note
from Lucy, which contained' only tbeso
words, written in u largo, trembling baud:
"Como back tome—ob! come buck to mo,
my dear;'and soon, if you would seo again
upon this earth your own Luov."
A few hours after Bob was seated on tbo
roof of tho night coach, and as ft rattled
past tho banker's house be saw a light fn
Lucy's chamber. Although tbo nfgbt was
cold tho window was thrown up, and a thin
hand waved a handkerchief.
CHAPTER V.
Two yeara clupsodnnd thero was no news
of. tho missing Mr. Munro. Letter-) arrived
frequently from different parts of America
from Mr. Bob Studden, who evidently found
his task to be moro difficult than be bad sup-
piffdfl, America was a largo continent, nud
'i was not so easy to find ono particular man
upou it. Poor Lucy nmused herself by read-
iag books and perusing maps. Sho liked to
wonder If Georgo woro thero—or thoro, aud
what sort of place it was. Sho arranged all
Mr. Bob Studden's letters of Intelligence in
chronological order nud compared them with
the books and tbo maps, and so traced.his
progress. Sho always know when an American letter arrived by nn instinct for which
sho was nta loss to nccount herself; but for
nil theso sources of consolation, for all her
mother's and father's solicitude, she grew
weaker and weaker. Sho took no air but iu
ail invalid chair. Her father walked by hor
sido gravo nnd dejected. Stealthy shad-
mvs tool* possession of tho banker's house.
They flitted on the windows, lingered on tbo
staircases nnd bung about tho passages; and
tho good folks of Bramlingdon looked sud an
they passed tbo banker's, over which, ns over
thoso it contained, tbem bung tbo sanctity ef
i great sorrow.
Two long, long yenrs and two long, long
months Luey waited and hoped, eaeh day
her palo cheek growing paler, nml her light
form lighter, nnd toward Christmns sho was
unablo fo bo lifted from ber bed. Dr. Top-
hnm said tbat bo bad exhausted tho resources
of Lis scienco; and when tbo poor girl turned
feverishly, nnd, wltb a slight access of delirium, nshed for the fiftieth timo if tbeiv
woro no nows, tho doctor beckoned tho banker
ami bis wife from tbo sick room und said:
"I'vo an idea! This cannot last long-she
must bo quieted somehow. Sho keeps asking for nows; now nows from America
would quiet ber nud sho might sleep."
"Wc liavo uonews," said theslnglo minded
banker,
"No," replied tho doctor, "but wo cnu
mnko somo."
"Mako some!"
"Fabricute it—Invent ft   Don't you eeo?"
"0 doctor!" remarked the tearful mother,
"to decoivo a poor creature on tho threshold
of death!"
"To snatch her from death," said Dr. Top-
Imm. "It must bo dono. It Is tbo Inst
chance, Wo must writo a letter from Studden this very niglit."
"nut—but—but—it is forgery I" stammered
th" banker.
"Besides," snld Mrs. Dawbarn, "Lucy
knows Mr. Studden's band nud always ox-
nmines tho envelopes."
"Then," said tho doctor, "wo must do it by
telegraph "
"Telegraph I"
"Yes.   In a few minutes you will receive
a telegram from Mr. Bob Studden, Baying
that ho hns just arrived nt Liverpool with—
with n companion."
"Who'll send it?"
"I will," said tbo doctor.
"But when—whon sho finds tbat Studden
ia not in England—what then?"
"Wo must think of something else," said
tho undaunted Topham. "Tbo caso Is desperate, and something desperate must bo
tried. Oo and tail* to hor, Mrs, Dawbarn,
and I'll sond tbo telegram."
With a strong fooling of oonsoious guilt
Mr. and Mr.*. Dawbarn put Into their daughter's hand a telegram contnining these words:
"From Hubert Studden, Adolphl Hotel, Liverpool, to Charles Dawbarn, Bramlingdon.
"1 havo just arrived in Liverpool. I havo
news of Mr, M. I hopo to bo lu Bramlingdon by Thursdny."
Lucy ivad tho telegram and sat up fn her
bed.
"lie's como, mammal" sho said, nnd hor
oyes flashed and hor chooks flushed, "lio
Inndod In England this morning—I folt bo
did—aboufi 1) o'clock. Ho will Lo hero soon,
George will-very soon—vory soon. Mamma,
please toll Eliza to put out my lilac frock. Ilo
liked lilac—and to como nnd do my hnlr—
aud-and—and—tell Eliza to como to mound 1 can tell hor what 1 want myself,"
Tho father nnd mothor exchanged glances
that said: "Hero is tho consequence of our
deception. What can bo dono noxtf" The
thought bad hardly beon interchanged boforo a smart rap was board at tbo street door,
and n servant camo in with another tele-
grapbio dispatch, which ran thus:
"From It. Studden, Adolphi Hotel, Liverpool, to C. Dawbarn, Bramlingdon.
"Just arrived boro with Mr. Munro. Shall
start by night train, leaving horo nt 1:110.
M, and self will bent Bramlingdon to-morrow.   Tolegrupb back."
"How nbsurd of Topham to semi two tolo-
grams!" said Mr. Dawbarn, when he and his
wifo wero alone, "as If ono would not briug
mischief enough,   Ho must bo mad."
Dr. Topham entered tho hoaso, and inquired how bis plan bad succeeded.
"Oh, Luey is vory much delighted und agitated," answered Lucy's father,   "Wbat wo
shnll do with - her when sbo finds tbo nows
not truo, 1 do not know.   But, Topham, why
tho douco did you send two telegrams!"
t'Twol" echoed Topbam, "I only scut one."
"Yos, yon did."
"No, 1 didn't."
"Yes, you tlid.  ncro it is,"
Tho dootor looked nt tbo socond telegram,
and Bald, "I didn't scud this."
"Nol   Who tbon?"
"By Jovol Ho did! Studdon, I mean.
Dawbarn, he's como I ho'scomol I only anticipated tho truth. It was a medical inspiration—and my pationt wiU recover.1,
Mr, Dawbarn loot np timo hi tolographlug
baok to Liverpool. At Lucy's express desire
Mr. Studdou was instructed to telegraph ut
evory station, that Bho might know bow
much nonrcr aud uearor bor Goorgo wns to
hor. Tbo telegraph boys wore up tho wholo
night, uud Luey kopt tbo tolegtuuis aud read
tbem until aho fell fust asleep, •
WbeuBbonwokosbo found bonolf unablo
to rico, co rowlvotl to recolvo hor futuro hua-
band in state; and whou eho bad looked in
the mirror ubo bogged her mamma lu a
wbispor to lot her have somo rouge—"not to
mnke mo look better, but for fear my pole,
white, white cheeks should frighten George.1'
Tho heavy hours flow by. George arrived,
and wus shown upstairs to Lis faithful, constant mistress; nud tho servants in tbo
kitchen held grant jubilee, and thero was
swectbeurtiug below stairs us woll as above,
Mr- Dawbarn found Mr, Bob Studdeu
quito an American—according to tho notion
of Ainorieuiis imbibed by Englishmen a few
months resident in tbe Now World. Hs
woro a "goateo" beard, squat* toed boots,
and loud trousers and cravat. Ho addressed
Mr. Dawburn as "colonol," aud assumed a
milliner that savored equally of tho quarterdeck aud the counter—half pirate, balf bagman.
"As I advertised you, colonel," he explained, "iu the various letters from tbe
various diggings whero I flxeTd my temporary
location wbon 1 set foot in Now York, 1
coultl find small tracoof O. Munro, but I followed up tbat trace, and dogged eternally
wherever be bad mado tracks. At lust i lost
bim, and was noar thinkin' I was dono holler
—yes, sir—and do you know why I thought 1
was doue boiler? Ho changed his name, nud
what bis last occupation waa I could uot discover. Howovor, I traveled and traveled
on; and how d'ye thfnk, and whar d'ye tbink,
colonel, I found him out at last!"
"I don't kuow."
"It was quite by accident—It was. I
thought I'd beard of blm in Detroit, but I
couldn't Olid him in Detroit; and 1 Wis goin'
awny by tho caw on the following suu up.
Not knowing wbat to do with myself till
roosting time, I strolled into tbo museum—
that fs—that was a theatro then. Tho first
man I see upon the stage was G. Munro,
dressed liko a citizen, in coat, vest and pants,
or perhaps I should not have known blm. 1
bailed bim, aud wo started off thut very
night. We traveled quicker than post, or I
should bavo written. 1 should bavo diagnosed him before, but tbe truck was cold, boeauso bo bad changed his nnmo, and gono
upon tbo stage—a fact which 1 have not mentioned to nny one but you, nor do 1 intend to
du—tho stago not boing considered by the
general as business liko."
Lucy was soon seen out again in tho invalid
chair, but her father no longer walked by ber
side. Ho was replaced by Mr. Munro, who
usually propelled it himself. Within eighteen
months tho young couplo wero married,
ami soma timo after Goorgo was mado a
partner in tho bank. Mr. Robert Studdon,
by iho assistanco of bis patron, emigrated to
Australia, where bo drives a thriving business Iu horses. Beforo bo sailed ho spout tlie
Christmas day with tho brido mul bridegroom. Aud though our talo onds happily
with marriage and dowry, ns novels and
plays should end, it is not for that reason u
fiction, but n true story of truo love,
AN   IDEAL   CHRISTMAS.
Events «
Day Whirl, Made Mr. Scrij--
Btos Tired.
It wns Christmas day; anybody could tell
it; sleigh bells rang nut inoro crisp and clear
than usual; tho sun wan brighter, tho air
was sharper, mou stepped inoro briskly along
tbo streets, tho chimes sounded sweeter; tho
sleigh bells tinkled moro merrily, nnd if thnt
wasn't enough to convlnco tbo most skeptical, ho could look ut the heading of the
morning newspaper.
"Hal" cried Mr. Serlggles as bo limped
outof bod; "beautiful dayi beautiful; and,
Indeed, Christmas; Mrs, Serlggles isn't owuke
yot either; I'll get ahead of Ler this time
Merry Christ—"
"Serlggles, 1ms tho servant got tbat fire
started vet?"
"I don't know, dear; I was just going
down to seo about it.   Merry Cbrist-
"Scriggles, I would liko to hnvo $ft to glvo
to tbo church. Havo you got any mouoy left
from fast night!"
"Certainly, I kopt $35 exclusively for
Christmas. I'll leavo tho five on tbe dressing
caso for you."
Ho skipped gnyly down stairs just in timo
to meet tbo now up stairs girl.
"Good mornin', Mistber Serlggles, Merry
Christmas and Christmas gift."
"Certainly, Bridget, hero's a couplo of dollars for you."
Tlio cook was just omerglng from tbe
kitchen when Lo arrived at tho door.
"Chrlstmus gif, Massa Serlggles."
"Ccrtnluly, Arabella; hero's **>2 for you."
Breakfast was oaten and Serlggles presented
Lis wifo wltb a bonnet which she said was
horrid, and sho gavo Lim n cano to add to his
collection, whicli numbered something aver
a dozen.
Ho tbon took tlio street car down town.
"Mornin', Massa Serlggles," said Lis beet-
black.   "Chrisinusgif."
"Yes, Sam; hero's a dollar for you."
"Christmns gift, Mr. Serlggles," said tho
elovntor boy.
"Yes, of course; horo'a a dollar for you."
"Christmas gift, Mr. Serlggles," said his
oflico boy In n cheery, holiday tone, which
was good for $3.
"Ab, good dny, madatne," said ho to tbo
lady whom ho found seated in bis chair.
"Merry Christmas to you, I'm sure."
"1 am glad to seo that you bavo tko true |
Christian spirit," who said.   "I augurs favorably for my crrnnd." t
"What enn I do for you, ma'iim?"
"1 nm working hi tho causo of charity,"
sho replied.   "I nm soliciting subscriptions
for tho now mission for tho natives of Pata-
ffonla.   I lioi» I may put you de*»H fcr $10.
Mr. Serlggles said certainly, and banded
ber tbo monoy.
Tbo janitor and two scrub ladies nlso mado
successful culls. Ho had to compromise with
tbo latter on fiO conts apiece.
At nbout 8 o'clock Mr. Serlggles concluded
to start for bomo.   An hu reached tbo side-
wall; Lo folt in his vest pockets, then hi his
trousers pocket,   A slight look of annoyance
orosscd bis face,
"Morry Christmas," said a cheery voice,
"Oh, Low aro you, Brown; yos, tobo sum.
Do you huppen to bave a ear tlckot in your
pocket!"
"No, I haven't."
"Any chango!"
"No, not a rod."
When Serlggles reached homo it was about
balf past 0, Ilo dragged himself wearily
through tbo door and bung himself ou tbo
loungo.
"Did you havo n pleasant Christinas!"
u'J-t-d his wifo.
"Christinas bo—blessed I" was tbo only
reply as Lu flopped ovor ou bla side, with bu
faco to tbo wall.
BURDETTE'S   WITICISMSl
ftrlef  and   Pointed    Essays   on   Corrent
Topics.
Tbo first territorial Volapuk club in America has boon organized in Walla Walla,
Washington Territory. There is a phonetic
appropriateness in tliis thing. J, W, Ucding-
ton's scientific journal, Tha Walla Walla
Wab Wah, is tbo olllclal organ of tho society.
U**1'AB00**ADLE CANNIBALISM.
Don't talk to us about honor among
thieves, When the train robbers wont
through that Northern Pacific train at Custer, thoy refused to take any money from the
train conductor aud brakemeu, but when they
came to tbo Pullman car they went through
all the Pullman employes twice, and then
threatened to kill them if they 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 tnoy got safely
away, fell upon and robbed each other.
On MAY OS IT WAS THE BOULANGER MAUCH.
"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 doad.
LATE IN ONI TBIKO.
"Why did the orator Bpeak of 'the late
Georgo Washington?*" asked Rollo. "Becauso ho is dead," replied Hollo's mother.
"But Washington was uover lato," said
Rollo; "bo was flrst in wnr, first in peace
and first lu lho hearts of his countrymen."
"But lio was tho last man to got n monument," said Uollo's Uncle George, aud without coming to a vote the committeo roso and
tbo houso adjourned.—Brooklyn Eagle,
A ratal Mistake.
Mra. Jacob S , nn estimablo woman
living In a small town in tho west, discovered early in her matrimonial career tbat she
bad not been fortunate in her choice of a
husband, for Jacob proved to bo excessively
lazy and shiftless, doing almost nothing for
tho support of Lis wifo and the round faced
tittle ehildron.
Soveral yeara after her marriage Mrs. S——
hoard of the approaching marriago of Jennie Krnlo, tho daughter of a neighbor, and
mooting the girl ouo day she Baid:
"Veil, Slionnio, 1 bear you vas thinkin'
'boat getting married.   Vas dot so!"
Tho girl, with becoming blushes, admitted
tho truth of tho rumor.
"Veil, Shennle,"said Mra. 8 , "itwould
bo veil for you to dink dwfco beforo you
morrys nnypody."
"Did you tbink twice about it when you
woro married?" asked Jennie, rather resenting tho intimation that Bhe had not mado a
wiso choice.
Veil, yes, I did," replied Mra S , after
somo littlo hesitation. "I did dink dwiee,
Sbeniiio; but I mado von grade meestake,
von grade meestake, Sbonnle, I did not dink
der second time uudil after I vas married."—
Detroit Freo Press.
Danfferoua to Ti-lllo With.
Deacon Lukers (entering crowded car)—
Say, youl Hev you paid fer that young
one's seat? '
Count Fillippl (who has loft bis organ fa
thobaggago car)—Sicca him, PJppol—Judge.
Today,
0 night of nights! 0 night
Desired of ntnu so lougi
Tbo ancient heavens (led forth In light
To slug thee thy uow song;
And shooting down tho stoop*,
'I'o t'lumherd folk of old,
An angel, while thoy watched tholr shoe**,
Hot foot bculdo lho fold,
Tt vas so long ago;
But tlod can mako It new,
And lis wllli Hint mvoet overflow,
Our empty hearts endow,
Tako, hord, theso words outworn,
Oli, mnko thom now for aye,
Spcnk-"Uuto you n child Is born,"
Today—lodiittoduyl     —Jean Ingclo-rr,
Tbey Ilavn No Perspective.
An American writer says tbo wealthy
Japaneso picture ownor keeps bis art treasures stowed nwny in what is callod a "go-
down," or storehouse, and bis paintings are
brought up ono at a timo if any visitor is
present, in order that n single picturo may
bo scon by itself, Wo should think that ono
at u timo would bo about as many as an
American could stand, If thoy aro tho work
of Japanese artisth. Japaneso art fs eccentric
and mystifying, and half a dozen at a time
would mako tbo visitor Hunk ho Lad what in
Volapuk langungo Is called tbo "Jamesjaras."1
Norristowu Herald.
Unfortunately, Too Often th*
Ttio minister nought to fmpro*
by giving Bobby a lesson ln moj""
boy," Lo said, "Ihavo lived foi
and havo nover usod tobacco '
nor toid a lie, nor sworo, nor ploL
nor"—  "Havo you got any littlo1*Wj8?" interrupted Bobby.   "No, I bavo never had
any littlo boys."  "Well, thoy are mlgbty
lucky," said Bobby.—San Francisco Wasp,
Ten Hearts That ticat as One-
Mormon Youth—Mr. Elder, I am in love
with your daughters.
Mr. Elder-Whlch ones!
Mormon Youth—Misses Amy,  Clnribol,
Mamie, Jonnio, Emma, Polly, Bridget, Ann
and Josephine,
Mr. I'Ider—Tako them, my boy; tako them
and try to mako some of tbem happy,—Town
Topics.       ____________
Rntlior Have tti« Hoy Whipped,
Editor—John, if anybody calls toll klml
nm vory busy writing an editorial.
Office Boy (ten minutes later)—Man dowa
stairs what wants to know who wroto tbat
articlo in yesterday's papor.
Editor—Go back and tell blm you wrote
It.  I'm not feeling first rate today.—Judge
A Fine rrofoislnn.
Mr. Crupper (to bis jockey)—How did 11
happen, Muekins? You tiro tho sixteenth of
an otinco over weight,
Muokins—1 knowed I'd git fn nscrnposorao*
how. I stopjwd on mo way down tor gft mi
boots shlucd, sir. —Timo.
In Chicane Ito Might,
Exnmlner (to graduating medical student)
If you Bhould mnko u mtstako and givo a
pationt nu overdoso of tartar emetic, what
would you do?
Studoiit—Try to buy up tho coroner,-*
Chicago Tribune. jlN tbls
■o om-
\mercial ngo
there can bo no
.good reason
>wby Tilbury
y village should
■have boen
placed so near tbe summit of tbe hill, but so
it Is, and «U but a few of the farmers around
about bavo to toll upwards in order to reach
tbe 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 there is not a habitation fn Berkshire county that commands a
mora 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 they set up their summer homes
there. It made a marked change lu tbo village, the more becauso a portion of the now
comers found it pleasureable to remain
through tbe winter. It was thus that evil
entered and brought unhuppinoss to Hoze-
kfah Martin.
My mind wanders back to that time when
as a ebild I listened to hfs stentorian tenor
voice leading tbe singing from tbe choir loft
of tho ancient Congregationnlist church.
Thero were two long services every Sunday
i, and I recall that when tho now preacher
|ed in the movement to abolish the after*
p sermon Hezeklah was one ot those who
A hardest for the old custom, and when
[inevitable reform was finally nccom-
tho sturdy chorister nover jooked
| his minister inthe same light tnat he
Vfore. Ho was more faithful than ever
king all the louder as it to mako up in
f for lack of opportunity; but wheu tbo
1 divine finally went his way, aud an*
treacher took the pulpit, tho chorister
Hf a great burden had been lifted; as
pish had escaped a most dangerous
Cars turned steadily along and nozo-
fercamo every difficulty that choir
■pre 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 becauso
he refused to opprovo of a uew anthem book,
and in many otber ways demonstrated bis
fitness for tbe work until prosperity in tbe
shape of summer visitors fell upon Tilbury.
Then began a quiet, Insidious trouble, as imperceptible at flrst as the approach of old
age, that eventually overcame bim.
Ttie first manifestation of revolution camo
in a division of opinion in tho parish over
tbe choice of a now preacher, for old Mr,
Spooner bud begun to feel thnt he was somehow in the wny, nnd ho resigned beforo the
peoplo were fully aware tbat tbey wanted to
bear a now voice. There wero two leading
candidates for bis place, a young and eloquent preacher and a zealous worker, aud nn
elderly man against whom not n word could
be Bald, The newcomers In Tilbury, joining
hands with tho younger members of tbe
church, elected tbo young man, and aa tho
1 uot been loug or determined,
"ing of differences nud
Even thui Hesekiab
i that aU wonld uot
t teveral montha passed
Jftny direct intimation that
1 appreciate a change In tbe
uvi    _     " ) he beard of it was iu a
dtou&doii among his singers at a Saturday
evening rehearsal. It Was not meant that
he should hear, but he entered the vestry un*
cxpectedly. Sam Hinckley, ono of those
very bassos who bad beeu patiently trained
by tho chorister, was saying:
"Wall, I shall bo sorry to seo tho old man's
feelings hurt, but be cau't expect to lead
singln' forever."
And pretty Maria Jasper, tacitly understood to bo Sam's sweetheart, responded
sbarplyi
"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 n painful bush fell upon
tbem. Hezekiah bowed gravely as be ap
preached tbo group and said:
"Good ovening, neighbors," That was tho
way bo always addressed the choir at rehearsals. Perhaps ho avoided a greeting to
eacb individual from fear of arousing jealousy by seeming partiality. At all events I
nevor beard of bis varying tho formula. Ho
continued, as bo referred to a small slip of
paper iu bis hand;
"Wbon the Lord wills we will all go, nnd
not till thon. It is not our part to mcddlo
with wbat is In His bauds. The minister has
chosen hymn 307 for the flrst pieco. Wo will
sing it tottho tune of 'Cambridge.'"
At that rehearsal and during servico next
day everything wont ns usual, but report of
tbo talk that Hezokiah had bonrd flow about
the parish quickly, and uot a few remarked
that tho chorister lookod unusually grave,
"I cnl'lato," remarked Mr, Davis, tbo sheep
raiser from Rain's Hill, to bis wifo ns tboy
drovo homo aftor mooting; "I cal'loto 'Kiah
Martin fuels his yenr^a growing on htm; bay ?"
"And 1 cal'latc, Philander Davis," roturnod
Mrs. Davis, with significant emphasis, "that
It ain't so much his uatorul yeara ho fools nfl
the loss of liis frionds."
( "Sbol Mitrtliy, hu ain't lost no frionds,
'Kiah hain't; I ithink.jes* 's much of him 'i
ever I did, au' yit I'm 'bleeged to admit that
when a man gits along fn yeara it's time for
him to let stouter men hold tbe plough.
Hay!"
Now, tho fact was that Philander Davis
was ouo of tho few nmong tbe older beads in
tho parish wbo sided with tbe reforming element Mr. Davis was ambitious for Tilbury
and all tn It, nnd be prided himself somewhat
on being able to entertain new ideas after
having passed tho ngo of 50. At tbo last
church mooting his support hnd been recognized by bis election to membership of the
parish committee, and be, therefore, was well
informed ou tho restlessness of tbo younger
members regarding tbe matter of music, It
was tlio ono point of serious difference between bim nnd his wifo, and she wus not to
bo hoodwinked by bis sophistry.
"Don't tell mo, Phi lander," sho replied in
answer to bis lust expression, "I know just
bow you feel. You want to please .he smart
folks on tho bill, and I haven't got a word to
say against them, cept it does scorn's if tbey
needn't come to Tilbury and expect to run
things lu city style, Tboy want a quartet,
now, don't tboy? and they want to interduce
new music, don't thoyfand not lot tbo congregation join in, 'copt on ono hymn, don't tboy!
and they're goin' to try to make Hezekiah
step down on account of bis ago, and bo boon
chorister for fifty yeara, don't they? auit
tboy, I should say!"
"Git up, there, Jim, g'long with ye!" exclaimed Xbt-t Davis, "You're putty sharp,
Murthy; af you was to look through the bolo
iu ono of my millstones aud seo tbe 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,
Martby,  Hay!"
And so, with good-natured obstinacy the
discussion was continued until Mr. Davis
helped Lis wifo out and led the horso Into tbe
barn to unhitch.
Now that tbo chorister knew that thoro
was a fooling that his services were not required, tbe parish committeo hoped tbat he
would relievo tbem of discomfort by resigning voluntarily; but weeks passed and Hezeklah retained bis place without a word. So
at last ft was determined tbat he must be
approached in a Christian, neighborly spirit,
and induced to consider tho matter fn the
right light. As tbe oldest member of tbe
committee, Philander Davis was deputed to
do the talking, but though ho bad accepted
the appointment with a cheerful sense of its
Importance, his confidence failed him when
ho faced tho olil chorister one October evoning fn Hezekiab's little parlor. Tbe otber
members of tbo committee sat looking at
'tbelr bats whilo Mr. Davis coughed awkwardly and began:
"Foeliu' tolerable well tbeso days, 'Kiah?
Hay?"
"I'vo been onjoyiu* good health all summer, Mr. Davis," responded Hezokiah 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 the chorister to lend
tbe way to what must follow, but Hezeklah
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," ho said with a trembling
voice, "I can't make ao change. I'vo stood
up In tho loft tlioro moro'n fifty years and
haven't missed but two Sundays, i'vo sung
tbo good old music that you audi, Philander,
was brought up on, and I can't sing much
else. I'vo kept ttio choir together for you,
aud If tho monoy stood in tbo way (Hezokiah
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've
dono my bost, neighbors."
Tbo old chorister bowed his bend upon bis
bands, nud tbo parish committeemen wished
thoy bad not come. Mr, Davis rubbed tbe
back of bis head ond his colleagues looked
sternly at him.
"Wo hnto worse'n thunder to hurt your
feolln's, 'Kiah, hay?" ho began again, whon
the chorister stood up and interrupted bim,
"I know," be said; "you don't want to toll
mo Tin too old, But, pralso the Lord! I'll
not stand in tbo way of tbo parish's good, I
resign right here."
But the committeo was not wholly lacking
In human sympathy, and it was agreed that
Hezeklah should sing until tho end of tbo
year, and tbo chorister consented, though
with loss appreciation of tbo 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 Coodspeed, speaking of tbe matter sovoral days later. So did
a good many othors, but as tlio cud of the
year nppronchod tbo sympathy lost ite keenness, and In tho samo degree the ambition, of
tbe younger members increased, so that
eventually tho desire to Lave a big display of
music on Christmas led to another end oa
Hezekiah, the result of which was Hint tbo
old chorister yielded his placo nt onco without a word of protest,
Tho celebration of tlio kindly festival be*
gnu with a musical service on Christinas ovo.
Tbo now quartet waa in plnco and Hezokiah
sat Willi the audience. Iu deference to old
timo custom some of tho hymns wero suug by
tho entiro congregation. Tho old chorister
tried to sing with lho others, but after n fow
bars tho tears somehow got entangled In bis
voice, and, us ho could not sing and wee))
too, ho stopped singing. When it wna all
over several of Lis neiglibors approached hiin
to sny tlmt they didn't think thdro'dbcon
nny improvement, and Hezokiah shook euch
ono by tho hnnd und answered nothing.
Tho last gossiping couplo bad left the
church, tbe sexton had blown out tbe lights
and locked the heavy doors behind bim.
bloigh bells jingled faintly away out of bear*
ing, and tlio Blow footsteps of tbe sexton
crunching ou tho half trodden snow mingled
wftb tbo tones of tho clock in the high tower
striking ten, Thon a door insldo tbo vestry
opened, and out of a cloBct whore brooms
aud dustpans woro kopt an old man came
hesitatingly. Ho mado Lis wuy vory slowly
up tlio broad stairs to tbo main meeting
room. At tbo door leading to tbo choir loft
he pnused a moment. His band was on tho
knob, but ho turnod it not. Mora slowly than
beforo be wont down the alslo and dropped
Into a pew. Ho sat there in tho darkness a
long time, his Lead sunk forward on bis
breast. A balf hour, may be, passed, beforo he
rose nnd marched with determined step to the
cbolr door, and up tbo stairs to the
familiar loft. He found a match in Lis
pocket aud lit tbo lamp tbat hung
near tho bench, where Hezekiah for more
than fifty yeara had sung God's praises and
carried tbo voicesatid spirits of tbo congregation with him. The dim yellow ray threw
gloomy shadows of the pew backs Into relief,
just disclosed the pulpit at tbe further end of
tho church, gavo faint bints of evergreen festoons on the walls, and here aud there tbe
laurel worked words "Emanuel," "Glory to
God fn tbo highest," and so on, tbat bad been
placed there wltb great toil by tho young
men and women of tbe parish in honor of tbe
day so near nt hnnd; but bad you been there
you would have seen only the patriarchal
form of the chorister with a Badly bitter look
on his faco gazing at tbe gloom about the
pulpit. Was bo thinking bow often be had
stood solemnly thus while the minister waa
praying? Perhaps so, for aftor a moment
his lips parted, and a tremulous "Amen!"
uttered softly ou a high note, sung to tho
evergreens ami the shadows.
Then Hezokiah looked about tho bench in
front of him. Ho picked up ono of tbe new
anthem books brought in by tho quartet. He
glanced at tbe cover and 1st it full. Taking
tbe lamp from its socket be held it so that he
could see, and presently drew forth tbe ancient collection of anthems, every tuno fn
which ho knew by heart, so sacred to him,
and yet so speedily hidden away where ft
should servo nobody. He replaced tbo lamp
ond turned the pages to "Coronation," the
first piece sung by a choir under his direction more than a lifetime ago, Fondly he
looked at tbo familiar notes and tbeu, bis
chest thrown out and bis bend held up, be
sung the grand old tuno and its magnificent
words with all tbo fervor and all the 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 haste to attend the ills of a far
off patient, wondered that tbe rehearsal
should bavo been continued so tato. When
tho lust noto bnd ceased Hezekiah stood with
the book Btill open And bis head still up, but
tbo tears wero coursing down bis face in
Bteady streams,
At last he Bank Into a chair, end with a
great pang nt the heart ho saw upon the
bonch bosido tho volume of newfangled tunes
a little book of manuscript music. When he
was a young mnn of nat moro than SO Hezokiah had taken it Into bis bead that he would
writo music, and tho soveral anthems that ho
had composed in pure harmony, but with
crudo progressions, had been laboriously
copied into books, nnd had been used occasionally ever sinco in churoh service.
What bad thoy been doing with bis music?
Wns it not enough that tbey should discard
bim in his old age, and his ways and hts
books, without hunting up bis feeble but j
earnest compositions to laugh at themf That
could uot bo forgiven I With melancholy
fingers he turned the leaves. His inspection
stopped at nn anthem for Christmas, composed on words taken literally from the
Scriptures. There it was, with its introductory recitative for bass, and a double fuguo,
as bo culled it, when the augels' chorus was
reached. His wife bad sung tbo treble be-
foro sbo left the choir, and when with patient
resignation bo had laid her In tho grave, bis
daughter Lad performed her part, and since
sbo marrbil mid moved away the anthem
had not been sung. With what grand emotion bo bad heard the voices begin tbe flrst
fugal movement:
Glo • ry to dot] In the   high • > >
high-est 1     G-to-ry    to  God in tho
(loii   ia   tho high	
Qlo • ry    to uud   lu tho high • est I
•g.   -jr.. jr. — ~   **-
-BT*==
~r*s—:
And how sweetly tho seoond  movement
followed! and bow tbey worked in tot-other I
Gta-ry to Pod In do tilghttt.u'
Old - rv la  Ood ia tb* HkIiwI,
And now it wns all hold up for the smiles of
a modern quartet I
Tho old chorister's bond sank upon tlio
bench, and bis tears blurred the notes on tho
ancient pago.
"Gracious massy I Hezeklah, wnko up!
wake up'Kiah; you'll ketch your death of
cold? Cornel"
Xt was Peter Stono, tbe sexton, dum-
founded by surprise, shaking tbo old chorister violently by tho shoulder. Painfully
Hezekiah raised his bond.
"Merry Christmas, I-oterj I'd rather stay
hero," Lo said feebly when ho saw whero ho
was,
Potor laughed nlmost hysterically and
tugged away persistently at tbe old man's
shoulders,
"Como down to tbe flro," he exclaimed;
"tho choir will bo horo right away to ro-
hearso for tbo servico."
"Yes, I'll go," answered Hezeklah, and
with grunt difficulty ho dragged bis stiffened
limbs down tho stairs Into the vestry, whero
tho furnnco was already roaring with a
freshly made liro. Ho submitted to bo
rubbed mid slapped by Peter to induco a
quicker circulation of bis blood, but ho gave
fto oloar answer to tbo wondering inquiries
ns to how ho enmo to bo locked into tbo
church over night.
Presently the organ upstairs began to
Bound, llctiokloh shivered nnd Peter rubbed
him Uio harder, Then tbo voFco of tho boss
In tbo now quartet was heard reciting:
"And thero word shepherds abiding in tho
flold."
Tho old chorister listened with staring
oyes. Could it bo? Tlio long recitative came
to nn end, and then all tbo voices took np in
proper order ffko nngcls' chorus.
' What does that mean, Poterl" exclaimed
Hezeklah, startiug-up,
"Why, 'twas meant ns a Christmas sur
prise tn your honor.  They're goln' to Bing
■•our pieco."
The old chorister broke away from tbe
sexton and hobbled up tbo stairs. When bo
reached tho organ loft they were singing
"And on earth peace, good will to men."
Hezekiah waited until they wero done, and
then iu a low, grave tono that startled tbo
singers, be said:
"1 wish you all a merry Christmas, neighbors. I've bad bard feelings ngafnst you,
and I pray that God will forgive mo and
cause you not to look unkindly on an old
man.   This is moro tban I deserve."
F, ti. BunTON.
TIIE FIR TREE.
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 so much to bo tat)
like Its companions, tbe pines aud firs which
grew around ft. The sun shono and the soft
air fluttered its leaves, and tbe little peasant
children passed by prattling merrily, but tbe
fir tree heeded them not. As it grew lt
complained, "Oh! how I wish I wero as toll
as the othor trees,
then I would spread
out my branches on
every side and my
top would overlook
tho wide world. I
should havo the
birds building their
nests on my
boughs, and wbon
tbo wind blow I
should bow with
stately dignity like
my tall companions." Two Winters passed. Inthe
"now r wish i were autumn, as usual,
AS TAI.l, AS OTHEll     the      W 0 0 do ttt*
tiieesI" tera camo and cut
down sovoral of the tallest trees, and the
youi>* fir tree, which was now grown to its
full hoight, shuddered ns the noble trees fell
to tlto earth with a crash. After tbo branches
were lopped off, the trunks looked so slonder
and bare that tboy could scarcely bo recognized, Thon thoy wero placed upou wagons
and drawn by horses out of tbe forest.
"Whero wero tboy going! Wbat would be*
como of themf Tho young flr treo wished
very much to know. So lu tbo spring, when
tbo swallows and tbo storks camo, it asked,
"Do you know whoro thoso trees woro taken!
Did yoa meet them?"
Tbo swallows knew nothing; but tho stork,
nfter a littlo reflection, nodded bis head and
said, "Yes, 1 think I do. I met several new
ships when I flow from Egypt, ami tbey had
fino masts thnt smelt liko fir. I think theso
must have been tho trees; I assure you tbey
were stately, vory stately "
"Ob, bow I wish I wero tall enough to go
on tlio sea," said tho flr treo. "What fs this
sen antl what does ft look like?"
"It would tako too much timo to explain,"
snid tbe stork, flying quickly away.
"Rejoice in thy youth," said tho sunbeam;
"rejoice in thy frosh growth and tbo young
lifo that is in thee."
And Uto wind kissed tlio troo nnd tho dow
watered it with tears, but the fir tree regarded
thorn not.
Christmas timo drew near and mnny yonng
trees were cut down, somo even smaller and
younger than tho flr treo, who enjoyed
neither rest nor penco with longing to loavo
its forest home. Theso young trees, which
were chosen for iheir beauty, kept their
branches nnd woro nlso laid on wngous aud
drawn by horses out of tho fore3t.
"Whero nro thoy going!" asked the flr tree.
"They nre not taller tban I nm; IntUrd ono Is
much loss; and why nro tbo braucbes not cut
oil!   Whero are they going?"
"Wo know, wo know," sang tho sparrows, "Wo havo looked in at tbo
windows of the houses iu tho town, nud wo
know whut Is douo
with them. They nro
dressed up ill the most
splendid milliner. Wo
bavo seen thcin standing in tbo middle of
n warm room, nnd
adorned with all sorts
of beautiful things-
honey cakes, gilded
apples, plnyth ings,
nnd many hundreds
of wrtx tapers."
rr *a8_tiir first to "And Uioii,"nskcd
fam-. tho fir treo, trembling
through nil its brauchos, "and then what
happens?"
"Wo did not seo nny moro," snid tho sparrows; "but this wns onough for us."
"I Wonder whether anything so brilliant
will over happen to mo," thought tho fir
trco.
ltojolco with us," snld (ho air and lho sunlight-. "Enjoy thine own bright lifo in fresh
nlr,"
Hut tho treo would not rejoice,,though it
grow taller eves*''day, and winter and sum
mer Its dark green foliage might bo seen fn
tbo forest, whilo passers by would say, "What
a beautiful tree!"
A short timo boforo Christmas the discontented llr trco was tbo first to fall. As tho
ax cut through tho stem and divided tbo
pith the trco fell with a groan to the earth,
conscious of pain and fnintness, and forgetting ull its anticipations of happiness, fn sorrow at leaving its borne fn tbo forest It
know that it should never agafu 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 was tho Journoy at all pleas-
nut, Tbo trco first recovered itself while
being unpacked fn tho courtyard of a bouse,
with several other trees; and it beard a man
say, "We only want one, and this Is tho prettiest"
Then came two servants in grand livery and
carried the fir treo into a large and beautiful
apartment On tho walls hung pictures, and
near tho great stove stood great china vases,
with lions on the lids. There wero rocking
chairs, silken sofas, largo tables, covered with
pictures, books and playthings, worth u great
deal of money—at least the children said so.
Tbon the flr tree was placed in a large tub,
full of sand; but green baize bung all round
it, so that no one could see it wob a tub, and
it stood on a very handsome carpet How
tho flr tree trembled I "Wbat was going to
happen to bim now?" Some young ladies
came, and tho servants helped tbem to adorn
tho tree, On one branch tbey hung little
bags cut out of colored paper, and each bag
was filled with sweetmeats; from otber
branches bung gilded apples aud walnuts, as
if tbey bnd grown there; and above, and all
round, were hundreds of red, blue and white
tapers, which were fastened on tbe branches.
Dolls, exactly liko real babies, were placed
under the green leaves—tbo tree bad never
seen such things before—ond at tho very top
was fastened a glittering star, made of tinsel.
Ob, it was very beautiful!
At last tbo tapers were lighted, and then
what a glistening blazo of light tbo tree presented! And now the folding doors wero
thrown open, aud a troop of children rushed
iu as if thoy intended to upset tbo tree; they
wero followed moro slowly by their elders,
For a moment tho little ones stood silent with
astonishment, nnd then they shouted for joy,
till tho room rang, and tboy danced merrily
round tho tree, whilo ono present after another was taken from it.
"What aro thoy doing? What will bap
pon next?" thought tho
flr. At last the candles
burnt down to tho
branches and were put
out  Then the children
reco
permission
to plunder
tho tree.
Oh,   how they
rushed upon it, till
the branches cracked, and bad it not what wili. bafpsn
been fastened with NKtTJ
tho glistening star to tho ceiling, it must have
boon thrown down, Tbo children thon danced
about with their pretty toys, ond no one
noticed tho treo, except tho children's maid,
wbo came and peeped among the branches to
Bee if an applo or a fig bad been forgotten.
"A story, a Btory," cried tho children, pulling a littlo fat man toward tbo tree.
"Now wo shall bo in tho green shade," said
the man, as bo seated himself under it, "nnd
the trco will havo tho pleasure of bearing
also, but I shall only relate ouo story; what
slinll ft bo! Ivede-Avede, or Humpty
Dumpty, who fell dowu stairs, but soon got
up again, nnd at Inst married a princess."
"Ivede-Avede," cried some. "Humpty
Dumpty," cried others, and thoro was a flno
shouting and crying out. But tho flr treo remained quite still, and thought to himself,
"Shall I have anything to do with all this?"
but ho bad already amused thom as much as
thoy wished. Then ttio old man told them
tho story of Humpty Dumpty, bow Lo fell
down stairs, ami was raised up again, and
married a princess. And tho children clap-
pod their bauds and cried, "Tell another, tell
another," for tbey wanted to bear the story of
"lvcde-Avcdo;" but tbey only had "Humpty
Dumpty." Aftor this the fir trco became
quite silent and thoughtful: never bad tbo
birds in tho forest told such tnles as "Humpty
Dumpty," who foil down stairs, nud yet mar
riod a princess.
"ALI yes. so it happens in tbo world,'
thought the flr troo; bo believed it ull, boeauso it wns related by a such a nico man.
"ALI well," Lo thought, "who knows? perhaps I may fall down too, nnd marry n
princess;" mid ho looked forward joyfully to
the next ovening, expecting to bo again
docked out with lights and playthings, gold
nnd fruit. "To-morrow I will not tremble,"
thought ho; "I will enjoy all my splondor,
and 1 shall beartho story of Humpty Dumpty
again, and perhaps Ivede-Avedo," And tho
troo remained quiet mid thought ful nil night.
In tho morning the servants and tho bouse
maid camo in. "Now," thought the fir, "all
my splendor is going to begin again." But
they dragged bim out'of tho room and upstairs to tlio garret, and threw bim on tho
floor, iu a dark corner, whero no daylight
shone, and t hero thoy left him. "What does
this mean?" thought tho treo. "Wbat nm I
to do here! lean bear nothing in a placo
like this," and ho leant against tho wall, and
thought nnd thought. And ho had timo
enough to think, for days nnd nights passed
nnd no one camo near hiin, nnd when nt last
somebody did como, it was only to put away
largo boxes iu n comer. So tho trco was
completely bidden from sight ns If it bnd
never existed, "lt is winter, now," thought
tho tree, "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, and" they both sniffed nt the
fir trco nnd crept between tho branches.
"Oli. it is very cold," said tho little mouse,
"or elso wo should bo so comfortable hero,
shouldn't we, you old flr treo}"
"1 am not old," said tlio fir treo, "thero are
many who aro older than I nm."
" Whero do you como from, nud what do
you know?" asked tho unco, who woro full of
curiosity*, "liavo yon seen tho most beautiful places In tbo world, and can you toll us all
nbout themf and liavo you beon In tbo store-
room, whero cheeses Ito on tho shelf, and
limns bang from tho coiling? Ono can ruu
about, on tallow candles, there, and go in thii.
and come out fat."
"I know nothing of thnt place," sold the
flr trco, '-but 1 kuow tho wood whoro tho sun
shines nnd tbe birds sing." And then th*
trco told tho littlo mieo all about Its youth.
They lind never heard such an account in
their lives; and aftor they hnd listened to tt
attentively, tbey said: "Wbat a number of
things yuu bavo seen! you must have hoso.
very happy."
Ono morning people camo to clear out tht
garret, tho boxes were packed away, and
tbe tree was pulled out of the corner, and
thrown roughly
tolo the mice all about its touts, '
that It forgot to think of Itself, and could
only look about, there was bo much to bt
seen. Tho court was close to a garden,
where everything looked blooming. Fresh
and fragrant rases bung over tbe little palings. Tbe linden trees were in blossom;
while tho swallows flew here and there, crying: "Twit, twit, twit, ray mate fs coming,1*
but it was not the flr tree they meant "Now
I shall live," cried the tree, joyfully, spreading out its branches; but, alasl tbey were all
withered and yellow, and it lay in a corner
amongst weeds and nettles. Tho star of gold
paper still stuck iu tho top of tho tree, and
glittered in tho sunshine. In tho same court*
yard two of tho merry children wero playing
wbo bad danced round tbo tree at Christmas,
and Imd boen so happy. The youngest saw
tbo gilded star, and ran and pulled it off tha
tree, "Look what fs sticking to tbo ugly old
fir tree," said tho child treadiug on tht
branches till they crackled under his boots.
And the treo saw all tbe fresh, bright
flowers in the garden, and then
lookod at itself and wished ft had
remained iu tbo dark corner of tbe garret
Then n lad came and chopped the treo into
small pieces, till a large bundlo lay in a heap
on tho ground. Tbo pieces were placed In a
flro under tbe copper, and tbey quickly
blazed up brightly, while tho treo sighed so
deeply that each sigh was like a little pistol
shot. Then tho children, who w at play,
came and seated themselves in front of tha
fire, and looked at it, and cried, "Pop, pop."
But nt eacb "pop," which was a *eep sigh,
tbe tree was thinking of a summer day in tht
forest or of somo winter night there, whea
the stare shone brightly, and of Christmas
evening. Now all was past; the tree's lift
was past, and the story also—for all stories
must como to an end nt last.—Adapted from
Hans Christian Anderson.
CHRISTMAS SERVICES.
Tho village church on Christmas Day
Holds kindly hearts nod pleasant faces
And some are seen to sing and pray
Who seldom go to such like places;
■niK **no*-T pew.
But If for only onco a year
Tholr hearts nro touched. It makes them bettor;
And lio who reels his conscience clear
Must own himself tho season's debtor.
Enter horo both rich nnd poor.
Como In simple hope and faith;
leave tiehliid you nt tho door
Love of life and dread of death.
THK FREE SEATS.
Como on this tho day of dors,
ITumbly pray on bended kneo;
Bing tho fervid song of pralso,
All tho seats in boav'u are free.
Christ inns In a Restaurant.
Mr. Wu.-Ji.-irl; (spending bis Christmas In
town)—.Waiter, for gracious snfeo bring mt
something to break up this turkey with.
Waiter-- U'ct'll yer have, dynamite or
au ni? - g. 01 CHRISTMAS
THAT CAMB OP KILLING A RiCU   UNCLE.
By MASK LEMON,
I.
"Danco with mo, Letty Green," Bald
Georgo Poynter, to a pretty girl with
blue eyes and "hair that shamed the
mora."
Her amplo ball dress was of tho purest
■white muslin, fastened at tbo sleeves nnd
round the waist with bluo ribbon—bluer
than her eyes.
"Yea," answered Letty, "I want to
dance with you."
Tlio dnnco nt an end, Lotty tried to
smooth her golden curls into order with
her little bands, and thon, opening her
pretty blue eyes to their full, Baid:
•'Georgo Poynter, I should like oome
orange.
"■Yes, Letty," said tho young gentleman addressed; "and there's lemonade
and negus and bucIi a sponge cuke."
"I liko danciug with you better than
any one, Letty," said George, to hia protty
partner.
"Do you? Why?" replied Letty, her
voico rather obstructed by the sponge
•cake.
"I think it la becauso I liko you—you
aro so pretty," replied tbo young gallant.
"You rnusn't say that, or mamma will
toold you, Georgy.' Slio scolda every
one who tells me I am protty," Baid the
young lady.
But tho worda had been spoken, and
from that night until tbo end of tho,
Christmas holidays, Georgo ond Lotty I
said they wero sweethearts.
n.
Some four or fivo years had passed and
Letty Green and hor mamma were
■sitting together under tho veranda of
their pretty cottngo, working, and talking of n pleasant day tlicy bad spent at
Mr. Poynter"'*, wbon Blaster Georgo camo,
he said, to bid them good-by, as ho wus
returning to school ou the following
morning.
"And I want to nsk you a favor, BIrs.
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 Rufus, my pony,
whilst I am at school.   Papa has no uso
for it, and it carries a lady beautifully."
"But to accept this proposal would give
bo much trouble."
"Not in tho least, Torn—that's our
groom—says it won't, and papa saya it
won't, and I say the same; so pleaso say
you'll uso the pony. Straps, the harness
maker, will lend a side .saddle,"
Mrs, Green occopted George's offer, as
Xetty was rather fragile, and nony
riding had been declared to bo good for
her; but Miu Green's incomo would not
allow of tho expense, sho said. There
wero peoplo wbo called Mrs. Green a
mean woman, and hinted tbat sho loved
money better than her child.
Georgo Poynter went to school very
cheery, becauso ho had mado such a capital arrangement about his pony, and ho
often thought, when -the weather wna
fine, of Rufus, and wondered if Letty
•wero riding him. Goorgo had not forgotten, perhaps, that years—years ago
fie and Letty had called themselves
iwcctlicarta,
m.
More years had passed, and brought j
Iheir changes, Georgo and Lotty* woro
alone together in a small book room in
Mrs. Green's houso, tho windows opening .to tho garden, Georgo wns attired
In deep mourning, and tbero were strips
of black ribbon here and tbero on Letty's
whito dress, Tboy had boon talking of
death and sorrow until both bad becomo
•silent. After a timo Lotty took George's
hand, nnd said:
"Dear Georgo, you must strive to
meet your great affliction with a bravo
■mintr-indeed you must."
rarely mentioned—Chauncey was a _—
nuturcd. good for nothing, unsettled,
amusing fellow, who contrived to liven
gypsy kind of lifo on £200. a yenr, steadfastly refusing to encumber himself with
uny employment or to incur responsibilities more (to quote Chauncey) than Iub
hat would cover. He wan a native of St.
Gnats and known to everybody In the
town, but bo had no regular abiding
placo, as ho chose to wander at will, uud
George Poynter would not have been surprised to have received one of Cbnuncey'B
brief letters dated from London, Paris.
Vienna or Pekin. Ho mostly affected
England, howover, and London especially in tho winter. When money wus
scarce Chmmcey walked; when ho was
in funds he availed liimself of nny cheap
conveyance which offered, Bometimes
nover inquiring its destination, but
making himself equally at bomo wherever he was stranded. At Christiana time
ho always, returned to St. Gnats, and
was a welcome guest at many hospitable
tables in that thriving town, making Ids
headquarters, however, with his old
friend and school chum, Georgo Poynter. He hnd written to announce his
return to St. Gnats for tlie Christmas
approaching the end of tho two yours
which bad intervened sinco George
Poynter had assumed the stool of oflice
at Mr. Hawk's, and supplies of tobacco
and bitter beer wero already secured for
tbo welcome pected guest.
Chauncey had a favorito loungo irt
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 ouo of the
companies, and tho tobacco business was
conducted during tho early part of the
day by tho beadles wifo and daughter.
It was Chaunccy's pleasure to sit on a
snuff tub in front of tbo counter and
smoko, in turn, all tbo varieties of tobacco sold at tbe beadle's, beguiling tho
timo, also, with animated conversations
with the daughter, whoso powers of
repartee wero moro ready than rcllncd.
It is not our intention to chi'oniclo moro
than Chaunccy's parting interview and
what camo of it, ns slang from a woman's lips is our abhorrence.
Chauncey was about to leavo tho shop
after one of his long sittings, when the
younger lady said;
"You won't seo 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 nwny from Letty; "but remember what has como to mo. Two yeara
ago my father died. A year beforo thut
■villain, Jackson, mined my father—
liroko his heart—killed bim. O Lotty!
what bavo I dono to deservo this? Whut
can I do?"
"Trust still to lho father of tho fatherless," replied I*etty. "Wo do not know
why great afllictions aro permitted to
overtake us uny moro than wo can tell
why great good comes to us when wo
least expect or deserve it, dear George.
You art? young, clever, gootl and havo
many friends, and ono—who is more
than a friend."
Sho raised George's hand to her lips
when sho had said this (they wero trtie
sweethearts now), and he—what could
he do but press lier to bis bosom, and
kiss her cheek burning with blushes?
Mrs. Green hud been walking in tho
carden, evidently busy with hertboughts.
Bho had stopped near tbo book loom
window, near enough to hear what tbo
sweethearts were saying to each other,
and fiho appeared to bo mado inoro
thoughtful bv what she heard,
Wlion Mr. Poynter wns n thriving merchant BIrs. Green had been inoro than a
consenting party to her daughter's acceptance of Goorgo Poynter's attentions
—indeed, ubo bad by soveral indirect
means encouraged iho young poopio to
think lovingly of each other, But now
matters were changed. Bluster Georgo,
na ho was generally called, had ucithor
houses nor lands, nor had ho "shipsgono
toafarcountrio," nnd BIrs. Green wub
nlcxcd how to act. Sho knew that
y loved her first sweetheart, ond
would perhaps lovo lilin moro uow that
he was poor.
BIrs. Green was relieved from her perplexity moro agreeably than sbo do-
served ( liavo beon, as Goorgo Poynter
called the next 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
Goorgo 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 had been a most successful wooer, ns thoso clover j?peoplo
who know everybody's business but
their own declared old Silas Cheese-
man to bo worth his hundred thousand
pounds—"moro or less."
Unclo-JSllas had also procured a situation for Goorgo in tho neighboring town
of St. Gnats—merely a probationary situation, as clerk to a timber merchant,
who was under pecuniary obligations to
Silas, All tbls wns very cheering, and
■very kind of Undo Silas, although Mr,
Hawk, tho timber merchant, was indelicate enough to surmise that George was
placed in Ids establishment as a spy, nnd
to watch tho interests of bis uncle.
Georgo would havo scorned such a position for till Uncle Silas had to givo,
IV.
Beforo wo pass on to tho events of the
next fow years, wo will introduco Clinuncey Gibbs, a friend of Georgo Poynter.
Chnuncoy—his pntronym of Gibbs was
know?" asked tbo lady, a littlo piqued.
"I'm euro I envy tbo happy man," replied Chauncoy, "It'B not the Scotchman at tho shop door, is it?"
"Well, I'm sure!" said the young lady,
and without another word slio bounced
into tho little parlor Bl tbo back of tlie
shop.
' 'Now you've regularly offended
Becky," said Mrs. Beadle, "and such
old frienda as you wns—imd sho to be
married to-morrow, aud so respectable."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that," s:iid
Chauncey, "Where's the wedding to be?
I'll buy a bundlo of water cresses and
Btrew her way into church as au apology
for my rudeness,"
"Oh! she won't want no apology from
you—she knows what you ai-o Mr. Chauncoy; but she's to bo married nt 10 to-morrow, at St. Mary Axo's, but wo don't
want it spoko of, as tho bridegroom's
nervous," said Mrs. Beadle, in a whisper,
"I'll bo thero hi time," replied Chauncey. "I supposo her father will givo her
away—in full costume, cocked hut, Btuff,
antl nil tlr>t"
"Ho will do lUlt- things that is proper,
Mr. Chauncey," «d<*i M™ nnn-n.* -,,;**.
bago's calculating machine could nlocn
have computed thom—mere human intellect would have fulled. Tho window
frames of the bouses seemed sprouting
with holly und "tho ivy green, and no
doubt but mistletoe hung, kiss provoking, within.
Mrs. Green hnd mado evory room in
her cottngo tin anagram of ber name, as
it was holly docked everywhere. Nor
was the sacred bough forgotten—"on
the young people's account," eho said,
"though Lotty and Georgo had long
ceased to want nn excuse for a kiss,"
Georgo Poynter was waiting tho arrival of his friend, Chauncey Gibbs. A
glorious flro blazed within tho grate; the
table was spread to welcome tho coming
guest, for whoso delectation a faultless
rumpstouk pio wub browning in the oven.
The train, punctual to its time, was
heard screaming into the station close
by, nnd In a few minutes aftor tho two
friends were together.
If you are hungry it is tantalizing to
listen to tho porticulars of a dinner you
aro not to slioro; If you are 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 after revel when two or three old
cronies camo in and mado a night of it,
until Georgo and Chauncoy sought their ,
beds fairly tired out with jollity. |
When breakfast was over tho noxt'
moruing,   and   Chauncey  found   thnt
Georgo had excused himself from attendance nt the timber yard, he said:
"I am glad you can givo tbo morning
to mo, as I have some news for you that
may, perhaps, surprise and annoy you."
"Indeedl"  replied   George.    "What
Ib it?"
"I would not touch upon it last night,
although I think some 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 havo
no tact, never had, to mako un unpleasant matter ngrceablo. Huvo you heard
from your undo lately?"
"Yes, two days ago—principally on
Mr. Bawk's business,  replied George,
"My old boy, your uncle never intended you any good when ho shut you
up in that log houso of Bawk'o. Ho put
you there for his own selfish purpose and
nothing else."
"Why do you say that?" asked Georgt
"Ho bus led you to fiupposo that vo
but a good angel was already busying .        .     ,,      ,  .    T ,....    .
himself for then* reunion.   And such an   ~&™ ««-4B»« »• but I dislike the man.
--   — j Youjraow Capt.. Ranker?—of courso you
angel!—Chauncoy Gibbs!
"Ho won't writo to old Silas?" Thon I
will," onid Chauncey, half aloud, when
Georgo had left him. "Ho won't kill his
undo—an old fool? Then I will," Ho
opened the long blade of his penknife
and—trimmed a quill which ho found on
Gcorgo'B desk.
Thoro wore pnper and ink, as may bo
Biipposed, and thero was also the ready
writer, Chauncey, who begun:
"St. Gnats, Dec, 20,16—.
"Dear Sir—As my friend, BIr.
George Poynter, is unfortunately suffering at tins timo from a severe blow in
his chest—("That's perfectly true')—I
hnve placed myself at his service; and
although I shall not express myself ns ho
would hnvo dono on tho subject—('That's
truo again, I fancy')—I hope you will
tako tho will for tits deed, Nows has
readied us here, dear sir—('He'll
like that dear sir')—that after many
yoars of deliberate calculation—('No,
not.    calculation'}—consideration,    you
._.„, said 'M™, Beadle, with
much dignity.nnd Becky at that moment
calling "Mother!" in rather an hysterical
tone, Chauncoy was allowed to find his
way out of tho shop as ho pleased.
On tho following morning Chauncey
was at the church of St. Mary Axe a
quarter of an hour beforo lho timo appointed for tbo ceremony which was to
unite Bliss Beadle und somebody to their
lives' end.
A halo old gentleman between CO ond
TO,perhaps,wasthonexturrivul. Having
mado some very confidential communication to tho old pow opener, ho was conducted, evidently in great trepidation, to
the vestry, nnd thero immured until the
arrival of lho tobacconist und family—
but without the emblematical Scotchman. Chauncoy concluded, therefore,
that Miss Bendlo had captivated 1110 old
gentleman now awaiting his doom in tho
condemned cell called tlio vestry.
The Beadle waa in mufti, but his cos-
tumo still parlu<ik of the itplcndor of his
office, and a canary colored waistcoat
with glittering buttons of ruby glass rendered him somewhat conspicuous even
in tho gloom of St. Mary Axe. Uis general expression nnd bearing wns flint 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, a look, might have'
provoked him to havo* torn llio license
from tbo parson's hands und to hnvo
dragged his daughter from tbo altar.
ilo wns therefore allowed to walk up the
aislo unmolested.
Mrs. Beadlo was very lively on her en-
trnnco to tbo church-moro lively, perhaps, lhaii black fen nnd tho occasion
Warranted; but, whatever bad been iho
stimulating cause of her cheerfulness., It
run in plenteous drops frotn her eyes as
sbo approached tlto altar, and must huvo
been exhausted entirely by tho end of
tho coromony. Nioho weeping for her
children Mould havo beonlu dry nurse
compared with Mra. Beadle.
Miss Beadlo was resigned, us became
her to bo ut Dl. With closed eyes nud
drooping head sbo leaned upon her
mother's arm until, with purdonnblo
confusion, sho released her bund to put
up her parasol ns sho drew nenr tho tillar,
Chauncey rushed to her relief, nnd with
somo difficulty possessed himself of the
incumbrance, and as there weio no attendant bridesmaids tbo impudent fellow
attached himself to ths wedding party,
to be, as ho said, "generally useful and
to pick up tho pieces."
Tliocoremony proceeded with all proper
solemnity, but (hero was souio association with tho name of one of tbo'contracting parties which mudo Chauncoy
fairly start, and then determine to witness tho signing of tho certificate, to
satisfy n doubt which had suddenly entered las mind,
Tho wedding party retired to tho vestry when "Amazement? had ended the
ceremony, nnd proceeded to Bign tho registers attesting tlio union whicli had just
been solemnized. Blr, Cliauncoy Gibbs
being, us ho said, a frlond of tho family,
signed also, und thero read—what had
better bo revealed in the next chapter.
Any ono had only to have walked
down tho High Btreet of St. Gnota tc
havo known that Christmas waa nt hand,
Tho grocers' windows wero overrunning
with liiB'-iousiicss; tho butchers* shops
were so choice full of beef and mutton '
that tho butchers themselves would have
to cut iheir way out into tbo street; the
you to Bupposo that you
were to bo his heir some day, has he
not?"
"Ho has nover said that in direct terms;
but ho certainly has hinted at such a possibility."
"Then he's an old scamp, If ho don't
deservo a harder namo," Baid Chauncey,
thumping tho table. "Two daya ago ho
did his 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."
■•Blurry I Undo Silas marry!"
"Fust os St. Mary Axo could do it, to
a snuff.seller's daughter;" and then
Chauncey, to the astonishment of his
friend, narrated what wo already know
of tho wedding at which BIr. Chauncey
had so officiously assisted.
"This is indeed a terriblo blow," said
Goorgo, "un unexpected blow."
"Yes; I nm afraid, knowing the hands
ho has fallen into, that ho won't have a
will of his own when a fow months havo
passed," said 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 nt him,
and then introduced his daughter as
nurse, Thoy first physicked him nearly
to death, nnd then brought him round
with bottled porter. They told the old
fool thoy saved his life, nnd ho believed if; and out of gratitude, and (he
want of a nurse, ho proposed to Bliss
High-dried, und married her."
"This hits mo harder than you know,
Chauncey—much   harder.   Poor Lefty
ami I can never hopo now"	
"Oh, 110118011801 replied Chauncey.
"Keep your undo's secret, ns ho will if
ho can, marry Lefty, nnd let Mother j
Green storm afterward.-'." ;
Georgo ehood his head, and then '
snid:
"Chauncey, you advise that which is
dishonorable,"
"All fair in love, old boy," replied
Chauncey, with a laugh; "and if I wero
you, to gain the woman who loves me,
whom I lovo, I'd kill tuy uncle."
"Great heaven! what do you say? But
I s&u- -you wero joking. No; my course
i* perfectly dear so far us Blrs. Green
and Letty uro concerned. I go to them
nt once, and fell what has taken plnco.
If Iam. forbid den to continue my visits
by BIrs, Grjon shu shall bo obeyed.
Lotty, I know, will ho nlwitys true tome;
and when I um make a homo for her, 1
can claim her with honor,"
"Devilish pretty speech," said Chaun
cey," and all right, I have no doubt,
still sny, kill old Silas GlioesomiUi, tu
i you want
require (en
I
poulterers bnd laid in such slocks of turkeys, gceso and chickens, that Mr, Bab-
I
  J'oesomtui, and
get married; or, Stay— per Imps—;yes—
you shall writo to him,: ow that he's
honeymoon struck—toll I'.
to follow his example, ni:
thoi:   in! pounds to do it,"
"1 understand this immense, Chaun-
coy," replied George, with n sad smile.
"Your friendly chaffi:' well mount; but
my caso U, very sorious. And so good-by
for an hour or two. You will find mo
horo after that time,"
Tho rond to Mrs. Green's cottngo never
seemed no long before to Georgo Poynter
as it did now that bo felt his fate. Tho
happiness, for a timo nt lenst, of bis darling Lotty depended upon tho interview
ho was seekUig with her mother. Ho
was not without somo justification for
tho misgivings which beset him, an Blrs.
Greon hud moro than twice or thrico
casually hinted ot what n mother's course
should bo to prevent a child "marrying
into poverty. Indeod, sho hfld onco told
him, when Lotty wna not present, how
glatl alio wns when bis unclo's recognition
of him produced such a favorablo turn in
Gcorgo'u fortunes, uo it hod spared tbem
all tho pain which sho should liavo felt it
hor duty to huvo inflicted. Tho crisis
had only been deferred. There wero tears
from BIrs. Green*—regrets and pity; but
thero wero woro oIbo cold, cruel worda,
which were not to bo gainsaid, unless
Letty could disobey tlio mothor who had
loved her all hor life, and Uved only to
seo her happy.
George spared his Letty and her mothor
any contest ns to tho decision to bo mado.
Ho promised to obey BIrs, Green in all
she required of him; but ho promised
Lotty also, when thoy were left alone,
that his love nover should change, nor
should n doubt over have placo in Ids
thouglirs that sho could chango ono tittle
in her love for him. And as lio held her
to his beating heart—not for tho last t ime,
nol no!—he told hor how ho would strive
to make a homo for both—Umt thoir probation would bo 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 promised
by the ono whicli could not lio?
Poor licartsi tbey 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 tho altar of
St. Mury Axe. ('Very good!' muttered
Chauncoy; 'tbo namo of tho church will
show that his 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, 1 mean) to offer
you my sincerest congratulations, and to
wish you all the happiness you deserve.
('That's true; and I should liko to add,
all you aro 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? No')—
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 dnily toil and permanent anxiety, I
shall know thut you aro sitting happy ot
your domestic hearth, smoking tho pipo
of peace—('It wautu something elso to
round off tlio sentence')—nnd—and—
('Oh, blow iti')—rocking tho cradle.
"May I roque3t—if not asking too much
at this blissful period of your life—a lino,
to tell mo that 1 may add to my affectionate remembrances nn Aunt Cheeseinun?
"I remain, dear air,
"Your affectionnto nephew,
-'ForGuoRGE Poynter"—
Chauncoy paused.   "It won't do to sign
my name, or BIrs. C. will remember it.
Yes—I havo it—thoy never heard tho
namo of C. Gibbs."
Having sealed nnd directed his letter,
Jhounccy proceeded to [lost it.
In traveling down from London.
Chauncey had learned that a projected
branch railway from SA Gnats was in
high favor with nil tho moneyed interest
of tbo place; and when ho suggested tho
propriety of killing old Silas he had tins
railway in his mind, as on tho following
day tho allotment of shares was to tnko
placo. Chauncey knew—as ho know
cvorybody—BIr. Golding, tho banker and
chairmun pro tern, of lho projected coni-
fianv. Without the least misgiving or
icsitation hu called upon that highly respectable gentlemun, and, oiler a fow
minutes' interview- gavo tho conversation an extraordinary twist, or jerk, as
thus:
"You'vo beard of tho great windfall to
our townsman, Georgo Poynter, 1 suppose," suid Chauncey. "No? Woll, perhaps it was hardly to bo expected, seeing
what a retiring fellow bo is."
"What is it?" asked Mr. Golding. "Ho
is n young man for whom I have tho
greatest respect. I shall bo glad to hear
of any goad fortune to him."
"And it iu u good fortune! His uncle,
you know, was immensely rich," soul
Clmuiicey. "The old bachelor is no moro
—went off threo days ago—und my friend
Georgo wus long ago Ills appointed heir."
"Sifofl Cheeseman gone!" remarked
BIr. Golding, with a shrug; "a very
monoy getting man; nnd must have diet!
very rich—very rich."       c
'E-nor-motisly rich! Sihglo man mnny
years; no expenses, you know," snid
Chauncey. "I witnessed tho Inst moments
of the old bachelor at St. Mary Axe.
Went off quito composedly niter bis will,
was accomplished. By the bye.'it strikes J
me you might secure tho interest of young
George."
"Mow, my dear rir?" asked BIr. Golding; "wo nre always glad to secure a good
client"	
"Antl with such wealth!" said Chauncey. "You ullot shares iti tho fit. Gnuts
Junction to-morrow, do you not?"
"Yen," repli-W tbo banker; "and tho
applications exceed anything I over knew;
Ihu shores will bo fivo or six premium
boforo to-morrow is over."
"That's your plan, then! Securo him a
thousand."
"A thousand!" exclaimed BIr. Golding.
"Well, hnlf n thousand—say fivo hundred—for Georgo Poynter; I'll let him
know whoso influence ho bus fo thank
for thom. You'll bo tho banker of his
immense wealth—hill friend—nd visor," ,
"But hu hus not applied," said Btr. J
Go Iti Ing.
"But you have. What's a paltry fivo
hundred lo yuu In com pa risen to after
gain—or to libit? Ilo won't caw for tho
monoy. but (lie friendliness of (he thing,"
said Cliiiiineey, with a flourish of (ho
hand, ns (hough hu wero proposing tho
merest trillo of n sacrifice.
"And you, my dear sli?" asked Mr.
Golding,
"Oh, nothing; I want nothing; nud
yon may rely upon my secrecy."
Mr. Golding pressed Chuuncoy'n hand,
nud thanked hiin for the friendly sug-
tion,
BIr. Goldiog hnd but ono confidant,
BIr. Baxter, who at that moment entered
tho bank, uud was umiounccd ua being
there.
"Do you object to my naming the matter to my friend Baxter?-great influonco
nt tho board," snid Golding.
"Not in (ho IciiBt; perhaps he mny help
you to mnko (bo allotment a thousand,
replied Chuuncoy.
"Oh, Impossible, my good friend," said
tho bunker.   "Show in Mr. Baxter."
Chaunccy's   communication   having
.     0-.    eyou
must," said Baxter, with emphasis.
Clinuncey did not and would not know
Capt. Hunger.
"Ho is a troublcsomo fellow, and 1
should bo glad If ho would leave tho
placo," said BIr. Baxter, "If BIr. Poynter will buy he shall havo the preference,"
Chauncoy saw no objection to that,
nnd promised to speak to his friend if
BIr, Baxter would mnko the offer in writing; but £11,000, ho thought, would be the
utmost that Mr. Poynter would givo for
a house.
BIr, Baxter paused for a moment, and
ns they wero opposito his counting house
ho invited Chauncey in, nnd subsequently
gavo him n letter to BIr. Georgo Poynter,
contnining 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
tho important business wo have recorded,
nud not all his friend's good spirits could
rouso him from almost despondency.
"My old boy," said Chauncoy, "you'll
sink down, down, if you show tho white
feather in thia way. You'ro young enough
to work, nnd like itr-1 never did."
"It is not hard work—hard fighting
with tho world, that I am fearing: It is
tho effect of this day's cruel trial upon
poor Lotty."
And then Georgo told Chauncey all that
had passed.
"Well, you would bo so lmstily honorable," replied Chauncoy; "you laid better
beon advised by mo—waited a day or
two until you had killed yonr uncle.
George looked at bis friend nnd snw n
cunning twinklo in his oyo; but Chauncoy bad his own reasons for saying no
moro on tho subject.
George wns vory ill tho next morning
■—too ill to go to tho (imber yard; so
Chauncey offered to seo Blr. Hawk, and,
if business pressed, to supply George's
place for a duy or two. BIr. Rnwk declined Blr. Chaunccy's services, and was
so excessively polite and anxious in Iub
inquiries about BIr. Georgo that Chauncey thought tho story of yesterday had
reached BIr. Buwk.
It wns not so; but Capt. Ranger had
been to tho timber yard to see Mr. Poynter, and bad surprised BIr. Bawk by assuring him (hut his clerk must have come
into money, us ho hud bought Prospect
houso at a Bum which bo (Cant. Hanger) had refused to give, Ilo had,
howover, left n commission with BIr.
Bawk; and Cliauncoy wormed out of the
timber merchant tho following particulars;
Captain Ranger, It appeared, had married a lady with money—not always' n
desirable exchange for a man's lifo—nnd
tho lady nover allowed him to forget the
pecuniary partof theirengagoment. She
hud taken a fancy—tho word is not
strong enough—a longing for Prospect
House, nnd tho captain had undertaken
to obtain it; but, being fond of a bargain, ho had disgusted BIr. Baxter with
a tiresome negotiation, nud (ho house
had slipped from him. To confess this
to BIrs. Captain Ranger would bo to in-
volte ti conjugal tempest; nnd in Ins extremity he hnd como to Blr. Bawk to intercede with his clerk to transfer his
purchase.
"Woll," Bnld Chauncey, "Georgo is a
good natural follow—too good natural—
und I will undertake lo my that tho captain Ghnll huvo Prospect House for £4,-
000."
"Four thousand pounds!" exclaimed
Mr. Bawk,
"And not ono shilling less," said
Chuuncoy firmly. "Tho houso is worth
it as it stands; but compute its valuo to
Captain Ranger, und it is cheap at uny
monoy."
Mr. Bawk pleaded to a stono ngent
when ho tried to coften BIr. Chauncey;
and Captain Ranger coming into the
counting house nt I ho moment, heiihl the
terms proposed, raved liko a maniac for
ten minutes, nnd (ben consented to bc
swindled—robbed, for the sake of peace
und quietness.
Cluiuiicey could bo a man of burinoss
when lie pleased, and ho wna now in n
business mood. Ho therefore trotted off
lho angry captain to an attorney's, mndo
tho transfer, and secured a prospective
£1,000 for his friend George by killing
hhi undo.
As thu day wore on, Clinuncey waited
upon Mr; Golding, and found that gentleman writing to Mr. Poynter, tuul expressing tiie great pleasure it gave bim
to hand him a Idler of allotment for 500
shares In tbo St. Gnats Junction, etc. etc.
otc. Railway; adding a hope that the firm
of Golding, Silverton & Co. might have
BIr. Poynter's name on their books us un
honored client.
Cliauncoy undertook to deliver (ho letter, und to uso his influence with his
friend to mukolhoonlyacknowledgment
ho could for such disinterested goner-
o.-ity.
A Christmas Group.
Tho diking liolly liaugB upon tbo waU,
Its scarlet clusters gleaming ln tho light
Ot ruddy flro glow, and tlio welcome Bound
Ot silvor laughter; rlpplos through tho room.
From youthful voices, whilst tho mtetletao    -
It* white, trauparcnt beadlcts temptingly
Hongs o'er their sunny headi,
Now kith and Ho
Are grouped In circle round thooboery hearth,
Each tollin-r bis experience of tho yoar,
For somu thoro bo thut only meet at Yule.
The gray hatred grnndshlro sagely nodi hll hoad
What time the prattle ef the f our-yoar old—
Tho golden tressed youngling of tho flock-
la poured Into bis car; aad oa his knees,
linger to prate, doth she, woo fairy, Bit,
The household darling of a scoro of hearts.
In yonder snug armchair sito grandmamma,
Whilst ten-year Tommy iteals beside her knee,
Knowing full well, the bright eyed, sauoy rogue.
The hidden soft -spot Id the old dome's heart;
And with a loving, balf regretful gaze,
Look on the children'! parents, carried baok
Te the "long syne" whin tbey thomselvei mn
blest
In childhood's happy, glad unoooiof outness
Of Ills to oome; &i*il eo, forgetting Tune,
Tboy fn tbelr trowtired blossomi bloom again.
   '.-A.H.D.
Seising a ChristmN Chanc-a.
Do you blume 1dm?
Thominco pio was n Christmas favorite in the (ime of tho poet Herrick, who
wrote of it:
TI-o tvli lb the meet tea-shredding
For tho raro mince pie,
Ami ihe plums-stand by
To fill tho paste that's a-kneedtog.
Thi- Duy Ilcfore Christmas,
Fat Turkey—I've been living hi;
lately. Wonder what'B the math
Whut is this Christinas business ai
way? r
Thin Turkey (who has consumptio!
You will know Wore night; ta, (a!
Sweot and Hitter. _
How s-vo-*', and fresh tbe soli spring atr-»
Itmakftj*t*efei-*ril|-r>-but,*hl whewl   &■
, Consanj tho fcriilfeerl '.*Kr
- I'u rll ii-'ton Vree V
A Stmiipcr Atiionti Stnuiccm. '•
' New York Belle— Do yoa know that
oh Now York Is there aro only fuur bundred
peoplo thoro who can elulin to really belong
to tho elite*
Onmlin A.an—Bhoiildn't wonder. It'i the
loucIJi-st place 1 over got Into.—Umutia
World
I* thtt I'u DIpliMin.
That Ethel in nn nrtl-xt,
All must almlt wlui trrneei
How could one evtfi Uuitlit It
Who'd over seen ui-i lucAf
-i^judooTId Bit*.
SPICE OF THE SEASON.
The Christmas time cjtues on apace and
charily begins to hum.
The prettiest thing In a stocking Christ*
mns morning fs a pretty girl's foot.
r>-    rt i,i   *  •       ,     ( .Wtom Kris Krlnxlo homoh down Ihe
Poor Goorgo wns vory ill nt eoso when chimney ft soota Kris and the children as
his friend Chauncoy returned, and at (woll. UM
Ste.fe^ SautaClaus hsifd to to of Gen
gin.  Kin favorite oath-     ~
"ByChlinnuy.",
The pawnbroker knowl
fs coming, and so does thil
so doos .the girl,
A facetfoiiB divine got wrmanvru** .
muallpponi that hej^^WJLK&k
think me a centipede?' ' ° ,n,"<r'-
hccii repeated to Mr, Baxter, tbo diplomatist 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
gets."
"I am euro of that," snid Clinuncey,
"whatever good it may bo."
"Ho'll reside at St. Gnats, I suppose?"
"Yes," answered Chauncey.
"Ariel will want a houso suitable to his
new position?"
"Yes,"
"Now I nm wanting to sell Trospoct
Houso yonder—flno garden, nbundiinco
of water ami all Umt—would It suit him,
do you think}"
Chauncoy wns rather posed by this Inquiry, und said therefore. "Perhaps."
"i think it would; £11,009 Is whut 1 ask
felt to lie his" inconsiderate raillery.
"I um sorious, old boy, quito serious;*'
wild Clinuncey, throwingCfolding'o letter
nml fholi'iim-foron (ho tnhle. "I have
killed old KiltisChcosomnn, nnd thefts are
somo of tho proceeds of lho transaction.
Opon—read uud satisfy yourself,"
Georgo opened tho envelopecnntnfning
tho transfer, nnd thon BIr. Golding'n lot-1
ler. Ho wns in a mist. Ho thought he
was dcllrioun and had lost his reason 1 and
Chauncoy was a long (ime malting him
comprehend how ho had como to bo possessed of—
Profltoti h-nnsfcr ..£1,000
Pi-OfltonWOobarw, pi-emliiinO-perebai'o... Uj(00
Total AG00
and all by killing old Silas Choescmonl
Poor Georgo was hard to sntisfy tliat
these largo gains wero honor.'-lily come
by, nnd when ho went to sleep he dreamt
that ho lind nibbed tho bank and hnd set
Prospect Houso on Ihu The following
morning brought a letter, from Uncle
Silas.
Tho poor old dotard expressed himself
so pleased at his nephow's forgiveness of
an act which ho had tl 101 ight would have
provoked only rcvifiugs und wicked
wishes, that ho enclosed a check for i'i,-
000 un I his avunclur blessing.
Was over another fortune mado by
such moans?
Georgo had al) tho monoy; Mr, Golding
begging Ids retention of lho shares, ns hts
commercial ncutoness might bo tlfiin-
nged by a disclosure of the trick wliich
had boon nrncliscd upon his cupidity,
nnd Capt. Ranger wan submissively hiiIIb*
(iod, having told his cam sposa tliat he
had bought Prospect Houso a decided
bargain,
BIrs, Green would have had lo endure
many mortifying reflections had it i.'of
been Christinas finio when Letty uutl
George, and all other estranged friends,
nre williiig'lo forgot lliolr old grievances,
ond,.in thankfulness that suoh a soasoi
was vouchsafed to erring man, humid;,
imitate tho Groat Forgiver,
1 I'C Of t.nriiityi iM^r-talM
t *&mnny Chris*. I
ring hi h^voico whoVwm SPways chime
in when anything fa (old. 5  CWme
■itha
lie is
. ...- „ i..u -uHbier wim tne
wnali boy who presents his mother with a
pair of felt slippers for Christmas.   u**'"
junta smart boy, that's all.
Tho custom of having a ronsino; Christmas dinner Ib not only nn ancient one, but
It Ia the most universal of any custom
known to the civilised world.
Talk about oil trust*, rubber trusts, coal
rusts, etc., as much as you like, but what
we want about holiday time la a turkey
or goose trussed.—Horton Courier,
Remember that a Christmas gift gains
nothing ln significance by being costlv,
and that to seek to cutdo others in pecuniary outlay, simply because you have tlie
means, is vulgar.
"Ah, my son," said the minister, 'Tm
f'lad to see you In the Sunday-tchool at
ast. Ibthts your first Sunday?' "Yes,
sir" "How do jou like Iti" "Oh, guess
I kin Btand lt until aftor the Christmas
tree,"-TUt-Bita
As Christmas approaches, the young
man who has beon toantlng his toes and
lounging on \he best parlor sofa, tries to
get up a quarrel with hts girt bo as to escape bankrupting himself on a Christmas
present,
Monetary;  ClarksbyVOood morning,
Mra,  Gadby.   ShopnliiK, I soo?"  BIrs.
"Yes' ■'"" '    ' ' '
Gadby.-
Vcs; I've been 1
„.     —, _ ro boen picking up a few
IfLtlo   tlihiRH   for  Christmas,^   C.-"I
havon't seen Jlrs. Giu'by on 'change bite-
(laconically)—"I have."
ly."  Mrs.Ci,

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