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THE NATIONAL. TRIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. O., FEBRUARY 18, 1882.
ONLY GOING TO THE GATE,
Like a bell of feloseom ringing,
Clear and childish, shrill and sweet,
Floating to the porch's shadow,
WithUhe fainter fall of feet,
Comehejmswer softly backward,
Bidding tender watcher wait,
"While the baby-queen outruns her,
" Only going to the gate."
Through the moonlight, warm and scented,
Love to beauty breathes a sigh,
Always to depart reluctant,
Loth to speak the words good-bye ;
Then the same low echo answers,
Waiting love of older date,
And the maiden whispers softly,
4 Only going to the gate,"
Oh, these gates along our pathway,
What they bar outside and in !
With the vague outlook beyond them,
Over waves we have not been.
How they stand before, behind us !
Toll-gates some, with price to pay ;
Spring-gates some, that shut forever ;
Cloud-gates some, that melt away.
So we pass them going upward
On our journey one by one,
To the distant shining wicket
Where each traveler goes alone
Where the friends who journey with us
Strangely falter, stop and wait ;
Father, mother, child or lover;
" Only going to the gate."
A Day in Tadousac.
Rebecca Harding Davis, in Our Continent.
"When the head of the shipping firm of Frey teau,
Wall et Cie in Montreal sent young Noel as their
agent along the lower St. Lawrence, the other
partners grumbled loudly. They were shrewd
Americans Noel, a mere lad, Canadian-French,
gay, crochety, wordy. He had, too, heavy sums
to collect, and there was an ugly story afloat that
his father had been a professional gambler. Pierre
Noel now was old and imbecile, but his son per
sisted in taking him with him everywhere, and
paid him an exaggerated respect. Wall et Cie
grew very uneasy about their money. Blood,
they said, would tell at last. But M. Freyteau
was obstinate in his likings ; he would not recall
the lad. All they could do was to send the
younger Wall to look him up now and then, and
to take a rigid account of his receipts.
It never occurred to Louis Noel that he was
suspected. Nothing short of a blow on the face
"would convince that careless fellow that anybody
was his enemy. He made his headquarters at
the lonely village of Tadousac for a reason, and
he supposed the same reason brought James Wall
The two men one August afternoon met in the
orchard of an old pension behind the village.
The wind was frosty, and Noel brought a bench
out from under the trees into the open sunshine
for a young girl who was with them. James
Wall sat down upon it beside her, crossed his
stout legs comfortably, drew out the Quebec
paper, and looked at the quotations in lumber.
Noel walked away. He could not come near
Hester Page to-day. She had dropped a word or
two to him last night, a mere nothing when one
repeated it, yet very different from the cool,
amused criticism with which she had met him
heretofore. He had repeated the words a thou
sand times to himself to-day. Could it be?
He could not speak to her before Wall. He
felt as if he must cry out with this sudden mad
ness of hope that sent the blood through his body
like flame. He wandered about irresolutely,
climbed a tree for some russet pears for her, and
left them lying n the grass, lighted a cigar,
smoked furiously and let it go out in his mouth,
then began to sing with a tremendous discordant
Mr. Wall shuddered, then laughed, compas
sionately glancing at Miss Page. They were
both admirable musicians, and often sang together
with that accuracy and neatness of effect which
peculiarly marked the words and movements of
"These Canadians are restless in body and
mind as grasshoppers."' James Wall's thick tones
grew complacent and intimate with Miss Page.
Were they not both Americans? This Noel and
all unfortunate foreigners belonged to a great
Ultima Thule outside of the States. She smiled,
looked deliberately at Louis, then at Wall, then
down to the pale blue web she was netting.
What with her deliberation, the pale blue net,
the creamy gown fitting close to her neat
rounded figure, and her lustreless brown hair
and eyes, she made a centre of calm, of delicate
color, which suited the faded hue of the autumn
al day. Mr. Wall scanned her over his paper,
pursing his thick lips with gusto. He had been
calculating her merits and defects for a long time,
but his mind was now made up. True, she had
not money enough to pay her share of the board
bills, nor brilliant beauty to push them on so
cially in Montreal. But some indefinable latent
power in the faint-colored calm little woman had
conquered him. As much of the man as was not
given up to the lumber interest or to worship of
James Wall was genuinely in love with her. He
was a poor man, greedy of money, yet he meant
to marry this penniless Baptist minister's daugh
ter. Why not tell her so at once ?
'Noel!" he called: "here, Noel!" (It was
just as well to let her know their relative posi
tions, and that this scampish fellow, whose infat
uation for her was the talk of the village, was
only the paid servant of the firm.) " I wish you
to finish that report I start for home to-night
By the way, I will take all your collections with
me." Noel did not move. "D'ye hear? See to
it at once."
"Chut! chut! No hurry." Louis lounged
over the low stone wall, looking down the moun
tain. Below him was the uneven street of Ta
dousac cut through beetling gray cliffs; the old
cottages, perched here and there, each sending
out through its steep red or yellow or tinned
roof a sleepy drift of smoke. Lights shone
through the windows of the little ancient
church ; the door was open ; he could see Grig
neaux, the fat beadle, climbing into his high seat;
then came Father Matthieu up the hill, half a
dozen children of the habitans, with their wax
like features and glittering black eyes, tugging
at his gown. At the foot of the hill rolled the
silent, fathomless tide of the Saguenay that
mystery of the North, black as a line drawn by
Death through the live beauty and comfort of
the hills and village. Just then the notes of a
French horn filled the air with a melancholy
sobbing. Louis gave a quick nod of satisfaction.
That was his father ; he always knew that the
old man was happy as long as he was filling the
world with his melodious piping. Some young
fellows, his comrades, on the pier caught sight
"Hi! hi! Louis!" they called.
He shouted back, waving his hat to Pere Mat
thieu, who laughed and nodded. Two Sisters of
Mercy, pacing decorously in their black robes to
the church, glanced furtively up and smiled to
each other. The whole village knew and liked
the merry fellow and the old father of whom he
was so fond.
The gate clicked. Wall, tired of waiting on
him, had gone angrily away.
"Thanks to God!" chuckled Noel. He hur
ried towards Hester, then stopped short in a
spasm of shame. Who was he ? To go to her to
ask her to give herself to him ! The first man
in the world is not fit to touch her ! Look at her
sitting there, the sun shining full on her! Her
hands went with their work, in and out, in and
out. The monotony of motion maddened him.
For two years he had followed her faithful as a
dog. It had been almost enough to see her, to
hear her speak now and then. If he told her
now that he loved her he would risk all this ; she
would drive him away. Never to see Hester
again ? Never ? If she married Wall ? For a
moment he could not get his breath the world
gaped empty about him.
Then his blood swelled with sudden triumph.
Why, he was not a child; he was a man, and
that was the dear woman that he loved ! He
went to her, leaped over a fallen tree, and threw
himself breathless on the grass. Hester, amused,
looked down at his sensitive face and burning
"I heard you singing, Monsieur Noel," she said
after a while.
" Oh ! Did you like my voice ? " eagerly. " My
father does. I don't know. He is a great musi
cian. Perhaps would you like me to sing to
"No," Hester smiled. "'You you can talk to
me instead," she added shyly.
Noel did not answer. He rose slowly, and
leaning against a tree looked steadily down into
her face. She saw how he trembled though she
did not raise heryes. The very wind was still.
A cricket chirping in the stubble counted off the
long minutes; far away swelled and sank the
low chanting in the church. Hester's fingers
still went in and out of that wearisome net, but
they shook now; she could not see her work. It
seemed to her as if all had been already said be
"Hester," he broke out at last, "you must have
known it this long time. I suppose it seems mad
folly to you. I know ! I'm only Louis Noel. I'm
a headlong, good-for-nothing fellow. But" He
caught her hand and stroked it passionately in
his cold fingers.
Hester glanced up at the pension windows.
She did not forget to be decorous.
"No! Don't speak yet!" he cried. "Don't
send me away yet! I know the Americans
think me flighty a vaurien. But I can work !
I can make you such a happy home here in Ta
dousac. I know you like Tadousac. Oh. I know
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all your whims and fancies! I'm a weak little
fellow ; but I love you so that I could keep trou
ble away from you as if I were God."
Hester looked at him thoughtfully. She had
known for a year that each of these two men
would ask her to be his wife, and she knew pre
cisely what answer she would give them, but she
was not going to be hurried out of her orderly
Louis drew back. " You will not take my
His sudden pallor, his relaxed features annoy
ed her. What was the use after all of such weari
some tragic emotions ?
"I will see you again," she said coldly; "we
are not alone now. Mr. Wall"
Wall stood within the gate. Noel turned and
joined him without a word. As the men wrent
out together a branch of woodbine struck against
one of their faces. Miss Page when she was
alone broke it off and shyly put it to her lips
with a bright blush.
"Bring the reports and money here," said Wall
when they reached the house.
"The money," stammered Noel; "it is in a
sealed package Is it necessary to count it? "
Noel's suppressed excitement as he left Hester
had startled Wall. He eyed his dazed face now
with sudden suspicion.
"Bring me the money," he said sharply.
Louis ran up to his chamber. There were steps
overheard, then a pause. Ten minutes, half an
hour passed. Then the door opened and he stood
in it. He looked shrunken and years older than
when he went out.
"The money is gone, Wall," he said.
"The money ? Gone? What do you mean ? "
"The package. I sealed it yesterday. I locked
it in my desk "
"And it is gone?"
Noel sank on a chair near the door. Wall
went up to him. He was a powerfully-built man,
and he towered over Louis, who was but a puny
young fellow. " Bring me that money ? " he said.
Noel pushed him away steadily. " Keep your
hands off of me. I must think this means more
to me than to you."
Wall drew back. There was a moment's si
lence. "It means ruin to you. Look at me,
NoeL This will not surprise the firm. They
have long suspected you. You cannot pass it off
as an accident. Now listen. If that money is
not within my hands in an hour, I must return
to Montreal to-night and make all known. Even
if Freyteau will not consent to your arrest you
will be discharged." He lowered his voice. "Miss
Page will not be likely to marry a penniless va
gabond and a thief."
"What of Miss Page?" said a clear voice be
Louis stood up. Wall turned and faeed her, a
slow heat of triumph rising in his heavy jaws
and half-shut blue eyes. There had been some
softening of pity in his tone just now, but now
he remembered that this man was his rival and
was in his power. Joines Wall was not the man
to delay using that power for one remorseful mo
ment. "Monsieur Noel is in difficulty," he said,
gravely looking down and -rubbing-his well-kept
nails as though in embarrassment. " His returns
to the firm there is a deficiency of several thou
Hester went quickly up to Noel. There was
something wholesome and invigorating in her
decisive step, in the keen common sense lighting
her brown eyes.
" You can set this right of course ?" she said.
"I have not spent the money. It was in my
She looked at him a moment, then for the first
time in her life laid lier hand on his arm.
"Monsieur Noel, you are not yourself! You
have been robbed. Why do you stand here ?
Why do you not make search ; arrest the ser
vants?" Noel avoided her eye. "I will not do that," he
said. " They did not take it."
" He does not understand of what you accuse'
him," she said impatiently to Wall, who laughed
"I do not understand. I will search for the
money again." He turned to Wall: "The boat
will not be in for an hour. Give me that time."
The stupor was shaken off. Something of his
usual gusty awkward vehemence was in his
manner as he went cut. But when Wall said,
" He knows he will not bring the money back,"
Miss Page secretly felt that he was right. She took
up her netting and seated herself by the window.
" We will wait here until the hour is over," she
said quietly, and Wall recognized himself as a
prisoner. A stronger will than his had resolved
on justice for Noel. He could not go out as he
intended to publish the theft in Tadousac.
"Unfortunately,'' he said, "suspicion has been
directed against this 70ung man for some time.
A charming fellow, too ! A thousand pities ! "
Hester's fingers steadily went in and out of the
blue web, but she renamed silent.
Noel on the upper floor halted at the door of
a chamber next his own. Within the French
horn sounded a wailing cry. He stood a minute,
drew a long breath of gathered strength and
went in smiling. M. Noel, seated by the win
dow, rose quickly to meet him, laying down his
instrument carefully. He wore a velvet jacket,
and cap on his long vhite hair. Noel took as
much fond pride in devising picturesque cos
tumes for his father as a woman would for her
baby. His features were sensitive and fine as
those of Louis, but the eyes were shallow and
glassy and there was a perpetual deprecating
smile on the mouth.
"Is it time for our waBx, my son?" he said,
speaking the pure French of the old families of
Louis with a smile still on his face placed a
chair. "'We will talk a little first, father."
Standing behind him, lis hands on his shoulders,
he glanced at the clock Not an hour! Yet if
he frightened the old man he could discover
nothing. He talked of indifferent matters, and
then said :
"How did you amuse yourself to-day, sir?"
"With nr asic. - - t I strolled across
"Withth' .v' from a drawer a
pack of grejj el started up pale
and trembling as a guilty child.
"They are not mine! They were lent to me!
I only play a little gane of solitaire."
"Why, assuredly! Do you ever wager with
yourself, sir? One hand against the other?"
"Why I never tried that!" chuckling, de
lighted. " I wager with Jacques when we play.
A trifle bah!"
"And the money to play with ? You hide it
as you used to do ? Here there where Jacques
cannot find it?"
M. Noel nodded complacently. "Trust me for
that. Nobody will ever find it. Why, there are
among the rocks"
Louis looked out at the vast stretch of moun
tain ledges over which his father had wandered
that day. The clock iicked faster.
"Father," he said, coming in front of him.
"My son! Who has hurt you ? " The gentle
' face was full of wild terror. " What have thev
done to you ? You never looked like that in
your life, Louis."
" Never mind. It's all right, father, all right,"
kneeling down before him and soothing him.
He thought if he told him the truth surely God
would waken some spirit of intelligence in the
poor dead brain to help him. The hour was
nearly over. His strait was desperate.
" There was some money in a package in my
desk, father. It is gone. Do you know where
The tenderness faded out of the blue eyes.
They grew by turns perplexed, vacant, then cun
ning. "Ah, Louis ! You want to find out my
hiding-places to store your money. Va! Va!
We old people have our little secrets, eh?"
clucking with his tongue.
Noel started up. " Oh, for God's sake ! You
are my father! Be a man again! Comeback
this once to save me ! "
A shadow of comprehension struggled into the
vacant face, like life galvanized into a corpse.
Then it died out. "You frighten me," he cried ;
"I did not see the money."
Louis Avas no fool. He saw how he could shel
ter himself by leaving the crime where it un
doubtedly belonged. It would probably be
condoned as the act of an imbecile. He threw
his arms with a shudder around the old man
and reverently kissed the gray head.
"Do not be frightened, father," he said gently;
"nothing shall harm you."
A moment later Hester hearing his firm steps
without rose. " He has the money ! " she said.
Wall also rose. "You have found it."
Noel, all of his life vehement and passionate,
stood now quiet and resolute, while Wall swag
"You know the consequences, Noel ? You are
accountable. I can do nothing for you. I shall
telegraph the firm from Quebec and return to
morrow. "The money," said Louis slowly, "may be
forthcoming by that time."
"So late a repentance will; hardly save you,"
sneered Wall. "If it were not for Freyteau I
would order your arrest at once."
He turned irresolutely to Miss Page, bowed,
and without speaking left the room, going im
mediately down to the little steamer which lay
at the pier.
Hester went up to Louis. " You do not defend
yourself," she. said, with a queer choking in her
"You did not even say that you were not
Their eyes met. There was a long silence.
Noel put his hand up to-his mouth uncertainly.
" I can say nothing." He turned away.
She stood still, her clear eyes following him,
her unconscious fingers tearing the web she had
netted bit by bit. It fell in a heap on the floor.
She came to his side with a little rush as Pere
Matthieu entered the room.
" I will speak for you then," sliding her hand
into his arm. "Ah, Father, congratulate us ! I
have accepted Monsieur Noel. I must announce
our betrothal. It is our custom in the States."
The good Father was shocked at her want of
decorum. Her cheeks burned, her eyes shone
with soft brilliancy. "Come, come!" she cried.
"We may yet be in time to tell the news to our
friend James Wall. It will cheer him on his
She almost dragged Louis down to the garden
which overlooked the pier, on which a little
crowd had gathered. He held her back.
"You shall not blast your life for me! Why
do you do this?"
"Because I love you," she sobbed.
At that instant Wall, stepping from a little
bateau on to the deck of the steamer, looked up.
He saw her clinging to Noel's arm ; started and
hastily drew back ; the bateau rocked, overturn
ed, and Wall with the Indian boatman was strug
gling in the water. The Indian, who swam like
a fish, easily gained the land, but Wall was
washed a helpless lump under the steamer, and
then drifted down into the black resistless cur
rent of the Saguenay.
Ptester was a gentle creature, but she certainly
did remember at that moment that the drowning
man was the only witness against Noel. On the
contrary, Louis in an instant was his old self,
frantic with excitement, shouting, kicking ofi
"Where are you going?" she said sharply.
"Why, Wall cannot swim," he cried, plunging
into the rushing flood. Both men disappeared
in the night. The whole village gathered on the
pier, crying, swearing, talking at once. Pere
Matthieu ordered out boats and went in one
himself, whieh presently brought both men
ashore. Louis was conscious and staggered to
his feet. They laid Wall's heavy body under
the trees and stood about it with their lanterns,
while Pere Matthieu drew off his coat and put
his ear to his breast.
" He is alive," he said. " Carry him "
But Hesters keen eyes saw what no one else
did. She swooped down on the prostrate body
like a white bird on its prey. " Stop ! " she cried
wildly, drawing something from his breast.
" Take witness all of you that I take this from
him. It is a package marked 'Louis Noel. Five
thousand pounds.' Oh, Louis ! Louis ! "
Noel put his arm round her and led her away.
Her passionate love filled him with such a new
keen joy that he did not fully understand the
meaning of what had happened. When he did
he only said humbly : " Then I wronged father.
God forgive me! Let us go to him, Hester."
He was eager to tell him that the American
girl of whom the old man was so fond had prom
ised to stay with them in Tadousac and be his
wife. Here surely was heaven opened.
When James Wall, clothed and in his right
mind, entered the pension an hour or two later,
he found the three together chattering and
laughing. They grew silent as he approached.
" They tell me I owe you my life, Noel," he
Louis turned away. It hurt him to see the
man's humiliation. It did not hurt Hester one
"Here is the money," she said, sweetly smiling,
tapping the package. "Monsieur Noel will him
self transmit it to Montreal."
Wall looked iato the soft taunting eyes one
breathless moment. "I did it for you, woman,"
he said, and turned away.
Louis Noel never mentioned Wall's name after
that day. But his wife often did, always adding,
"There was much good in that man after all."
A CITY IN MID-AIR,
An old farmer and his family, consisting of his
wife and several children, moving from Tennessee
to southwest Georgia, had encamped last Friday
night a few miles above Marietta, and between
midnight and day, while all were asleep in the
coverd wagon, he heard some disturbance among
his teams, and on getting up to see about it he
was astonished at a bright red glare that seemed
to shine out and light up everything around, and,
on looking up, he says he saw a terrible sight in
the sky a large red spot, in the middle of which
he saw buildings onfire and men running to and
fro. He says he plainly saw streets crossing each
other, and railroads and trains of cars, but all
appeared upside down. The smoke and flame3
appeared to waft toward the west till they died
out in the darkness. He says he was frightened,
and called up his family, telling thtm he thought
judgment day had come, and told them all to go
In about half an hour it began to fade away,
and had soon died out, leaving them in the same
misty darkness as before. From his description
the buildings that he saw must have been the
car shed, the Kimball House, and the post-office,
and also those that were burning. He said it
looked to him like pictures he had seen of New
York and London, but a great deal larger "al
most as big as the whole sky" was his expression.
It could have been nothing more nor less than a
perfect mirage. The atmosphere was very misty,
and gave the fire a very singular and weird ap
pearance even to those in the city. Atlanta Con
stitution. It is the crushed grape that gives out the
blood-red wine. It is the suffering soul that
breathes the sweetest melodies. Gail Hamilton.
About two years ago Mr. Azariah, Boody, of
Newark, N. J., an enormously rich retired plumb
er, on returning from Pome, where he had been to
select a really good cash article of title for him
self, was astonished to find the front door of his
splendid residence standing open, although he
had closed it securely upon his departure. Pro
ceeding further, he at once perceived by the
empty wine bottles and costly viands scattered
over the magnificent satin furniture, that the house
had been burglarized in his absence. It seems
strange that burglars should always scatter costly
viands about when they rob a place, but accord
ing to the papers they will do it. A ponderous
hair-trunk, in which he kept his valuables, had
been opened, and a set of shirt studs and a mil
lion dollar package of four per cents, removed.
It was impossible to tell exactly when the rob
bery had occurred, but the excited millionaire at
once started for the office of the "Prefect of Po
lice," as they say in all the French plays.
On the steps of the office he encountered a
keen-looking man, with the eagle nose and hawk
eye peculiar to detectives, who inquired if he
wished to see the chief.
"Immediately !" said the millionaire.
"He is in New York," replied the man on the
steps ; "but if it is anything of importance I will
attend to it in his place."
"I have been robbed," said the victim.
"I knew it," replied the police attache with the
true promptness of the profession. "Let us at
once to the spot."
"The plumber led the way to the house.
"I trust nothing has been moved since the
crime was discovered," said the dective, as they
entered the house.
"Absolutely nothing," said the old gentleman,
who had read Gaboriau's "M. Lecocq" four
"Because,'' said the detective, "much depends
upon careful study of the surroundings," and he
again began his investigation by measuring a
square inch of the dust-covered lid of a trunk.
He then produced a small pair of scales, and
scraping off the inch of dust referred to, carefully
weighed the same.
" Let me see," he muttered, making a calcula
tion; "dust settles at the rate of 948-1000fhs of
an inch per hour. It is therefore certain that
the burglary was committed last Thursday, at
quarter past 1 a. m."
"Dear me," said the old gentleman: "how
The detective' now approached the remains of
the robbers' repast. " There were three robbers,"
" Yes ; but here are four glasses used," exclaim
ed the old gentleman.
"The fourth was merely used to pour the corky
top from the bottles," explained the detective,
who gave his name as Kickshaw. " One of them
was a powerful man of advanced age. See, this
bitten cracker wears the marks of six decayed
teeth. The second one was a dandy with a long
mustache, for you can here perceive he has re
peatedly wiped it on this napkin. The third
burglar was unmistakably a woman."
"A woman ? " gasped the honseowner.
"Precisely. You see she has eaten nothing:
save pickles, and the icing from this cake. In
her nervousness she has upset the salt and spilled
her wine on the cloth. It was her first affair of
"Yes, I see," said old Boody, much interested.
"And a pretty woman as well," went on the
detective. "You noticed she has brushed the
dust from every mirror in the room to look at
herself. Next, we find that they divided the
plunder on the spot. Look! were not these
broken tapes the ones with which your bond
package was tied?"
"During the division they quarreled."
"But how do you know that?" said Boody.
" By the overturned chair. Besides, the piano
is open and marks of fingers are on the bass keys.
Women always sit down and thump on that end
of the piano when angry."
"Even when burgling?" said the old party.
"At all times," replied Kickshaw; "It makes
no difference, whatever. The woman has red
"Yes she threw that book in the corner at
the old man and made his nose bleed. See this
towel stained with blood? No one but a red
haired woman would have done that."
"How -do you know it was the old man's
" Because," replied the detective, using a mi
croscope, "the blood globules are those of an
"I suppose they did not remain hereabouts
long? " queried the plumber.
"No; they left the next morning for Chicago.'
"Great Heavens, what do you mean?" said
the old party. "Are you a magician? "
"It is very simple," replied the human "sleuth
hound." " On this crumpled scrap of paper you
will see some figures. Of course the thieves
could not realize on the bonds at once. They,
therefore, made a computation to discover how
far their immediate cash would take them.
Chicago was the result, as the total arrived at is
the fare to that city multiplied by three."
"I see I see," said the plumber.
"I start for Chicago on the next train," contin
ued the thief taker. "Let me see perhaps you
had better let me have five hundred dollars for
The other instantly passed over the amount.
" Remember," said the detective as he departed,
" not a word of what we have discovered. Keep
perfectly quiet until yon hear from me."
And to this day the defrauded plumber is
sitting on his front steps waiting for news from
the detective, who, as the high-foreheaded
reader has already guessed, was the robber him
self. A Buffalo paper recently told of a lover who
began to propose to his girl just as his horses
started to run with the sleigh. Being determin
ed to have it over with he got the question out
at the moment the sleigh struck a mile post. The
girl was thrown high into the air, but as she
came down she uttered a firm "Yes, Charlie," and