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THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. 0., THURSDAY, JANUARY II, 1883.
A Simple Story of Woman's Love
3 Jfr. X Shrjfcy Tottr.
Mass Glcufiower had boon a guest at Glen
Alder for hardly a month, yet all tho men in
that pleasant little village were wild over her.
She was certainly very beautiful; sho had a
wonderful charm of manner; she dressed in tho
most exquisite taste. Was it strange that sho
carried everything before her? Her admirers
thought that the very cowslips and crocuses,
the jasmines ami honeysuckles, had never be
fore blpssoined in such profusion and perfection
of beauty; she carried summer with her wher
ever she went, it was said ; so much of warmth,
and beauty, and brightness went with her was
Indeed a part of her very self.
With her own sex sho was not so popular.
Some envied Lcr beauty, some her city man
ners, and socio her line dresses: and spoke, at
least, behind her back, disparagingly of her, in
coHsequcnce. Others professed to view her
more impartially, but most, even of these, pro
nounced her stilish and heartless. "Sho is a
Circe, I tell you." said one of them, Mrs. Wcath
erby, addressing a group of girls. " Sco how
61 has beguiled Doctor Beverly away from
Janet Harlow. Ho and Janet were as good as
engaged before Hiss Glendowcr came. Perhaps
the exact words had not been spoken, but thero
could have been no mistaking tho doctor's at
tentions; and now, my gentleman is forever at
tho heck and call of this false enchantress, and
poor Janet, tho proudest woman that ever
lived, is left to cat out her heart in mortifica
tion and jealousy."
"Yes, 1 saw Janet ami the doctor pass each
other, yesterday," said one of tho listeners.
"She bowed so coldly, it vas impossible not to
Dee what it meant. The doctor was on horse
hack, going his rounds ; and he flushed up quite
plainly, I assure you, at being thus more than
Miss Glcndowcr herself had heard of this
assumed attachment, and in the very insolence
of her success attacked the doctor on tin sub
ject one day.
" Ah ! " sho said, " this Janet Harlow. "Will
you not tell mo something about her? Sho is
the village school-mistress, I believe. I havo
seen but little of her; our circle is not exactly
the same; but people go wild over her wisdom,
goodness, and general graces of character and
person. I believe you and sho have long been
regarded" sho spoke with somethiug of a
Bueex "as models of Platonic devotion to each
other, havo you not?"
Doctor Beverly bit his lip. and his face
clouded. He had seen but little of Janet, of
late; for, as Hrs. Weatberby had said, sho was
proud ; and having observed his attentions to
Miss Glendowcr. had avoided him. So a cool
ness, or an indifference, or somethiug had
grown up between him and her. Ho hardly
knew, now, what to think of it all, or what to
sav; and so remained silent.
Ho and the fair interrogator had been stand
ing on a bridge, just outside of the village. Sho
had busied herself dropping pebbles into tho
stream. Suddenly she glanced up.
"Are yon thinking of Miss Harlow, that you
do not answer? " sho said. " Or of that profes
sional call you have to make, and which, you
say, must cut short our stroll here? You heard
my question, surely?"
"Yes, I heard it," ho answered, promptly.
"But I was thinking whether Miss Janet and
myself had been the models of Platonic devo
tion you suggest. At this moment, I am in
clined to say that we have not been."
Was there a double meaning in his words?
Did he mean there had been bomcthing more
than Platonic affection? Miss Glendower's
blue eyes questioned his for an instant. Then
she said, softly:
" I think you aro not one to givo your alle
giance, whether in friendship or in love, and
afterwards to withdraw it lightly. Aro you ? "
" No," ho answered, his face brightening.
He stooped nearer to her over tho railing,
and suddenly felt, as never before, the spell of
her beauty, her Circe-like fascinations.
"Yet," ho added, hesitatingly, as long as I
have known Miss Harlow, she has not, in all
that time, learned to read my nature as you havo
done in the six weeks of our acquaintance."
" Six weeks? " she repeated, lifting her beau
tiful eyes to his for a moment, while tho color
deepened in the satiny smoothness of her
cheek. " Can it be we have known each other
but six weeks ? How much Jli-s Harlow ought
to have discovered in you, in tho years she has
been your friend. I have found out so much,
so very much, in this briefer acquaintance."
Her voice trembled as she spoke. If she was
acting, it was wonderfully done.
Suddenly they heard footsteps approaching,
and looking up, saw tho object of their conver
sation. Janet, at tho same moment, became
aware of their presence. Sho had come for a
walk, to tho picturesque old mill, which lay
just beyond the bridge, and which was a great
favorite with her, tho lulling sound of tho
water, the mossy wheel, and tho cool atmos
phere always acting soothingly on her nerves,
bo often jarred, and even overtasked, by her
avocation. Her first impulse was to turn back.
But seeing that she had been recognized, she
knew that this would not do ; it would look
like cowardice r so she went on bravely.
Miss Glendowcr was the only one who was,
at first, equal to the occasion, Tho doctor felt
self-condemned. In Janet's pure presence, ho
wondered how this sorceress could havo be
guiled him, even for a moment. Janet, igno
rant of all this, and remembering only what
-sho thought his neglect, was haughty and cold.
But Miss Glendowcr was all sweetness.
" What a love of a dog that is you have, Miss
Harlow," she cried ; for a perfect little spaniel
was following Janet. " Where did you excuse
mo where did you, in a place liko this, pick
up such a beauty ?"
"It was a gift from Doctor Beverly," Janet
" And," moved by a sudden impulse of jeal
ousy, " I am bringing it back to him. Alpha's
caprices occupy too much tinio for a poor school
" Miss Harlow Janet " broke in tho doctor.
"Mits Harlow Janet, as you call her," said
'Miss Glendowcr, coolly, almost insolently, " is
doubtless right." She saw tho girl suffering;
Iwt instead of pitying her, triumphed in it.
"A pet of that kind is out of place, when ono
lias work to do."
At any other time, Doctor Beverly would
liavo resented such a speech; but he was stung
"by Janet's words ; ho could no longer bo just.
"Miss Harlow, being a woman," he said,
cynically, "ono cannot condemn her forhei
Pephaps so," replied Janet, as, with some
bitterness, she saw the dog, at a word from
Miss Glendower, go up to that lady and fondle
Iter. " But Alpha has taught me ono thing, at
" What is that?" said the doctor, sharply.
" That his sex is always ready to play a double
" Oh I now, my dear Miss Harlow," said Miss
Glendowcr, looking up innocently, " don't be
m aevere. Pray, what has Alpha done? What
.lias any of us done ?
"Was it not Talleyrand," answered Janet,
with a disdainful curl of her lip, as she turned
away, " who said that he had sworn allegiance
lo a dozen different governments in a day ? All
the Talleyrands aro not dead yot as witness
"Dear me, what a spitfire," cried Miss Glen
dower, watching Janet, as tho latter went on
lior way. " I stipoe sho would mnrdcr me, if
she dared and all because poor innocent I havo
made friends with her discarded pet."
She looked up at Doctor Beverly, as she
spoke, with her great eyes, tho very picture of
childish simplicity. But somehow tho eyes
had, suddenly, lost their glamor. Ho was
thinking of Janet, and wishing ho had not
spoken so cruelly to her so almost brutally,
as ho now thought.
"I must be off," he said, abruptly. "My
patient is waiting for me. 1 see Alpha has
staid behind. How odd ! "
"I suppose ho has taken Miss Harlow at her
word," replied Mis3 Glendower. "What a
beauty he is! I am 'almost tempted to ask you
for him." And she gave him ono of her Circe
Bat the doctor, irritated at himself, irritated
at her, and irritated even at Janet, had already
left the bridge, and was striding away in tho
distance, not hearing, or too angry, if ho did
hear, to answer.
Half an hour after, Janet, returning from her
walk, met the miller going to his mill. Tho day
was a holiday, which accounted for her absence
from school. In answer to her greeting, tho
miller told her that, holiday as it was, ho had
so much work on hand that ho coald only givo
hkjlself half a day, and was now going back to
"By tho way," ho said, "I passed that fino
town'lady on tho bridgo. I wonder who sho is
As Janet approached tho bridge she saw Miss
Glendower still there.
"The miller's suspicion is right," sho said.
"Her ladyship is waiting for tho doctor."
She draw back, as she said this, hiding her
self in a clump of trees.
"I will not go forward," sho said, "till tho
doctor has returned, and they havo left."
But hardly had she spokcu, when a startling
thing occurred. Just beyond tho bridge was
the mill-race, which a rudo log crossed, leading
to tho mill-wheels, of which there were two.
Suddenly, to Janet's dismay, sho sav Miss Glen
dower, as if impatient of waiting, and perhaps
attracted by the cool look of the mossy wheels,
rapidly cross this log, and disappear behind
tho whcols. As suddenly it Hashed on Janet
that, in another moment almost, if the miller
went to work, the wheels would be in motion.
Of course Miss Glendower did not know this.
Tho day was a public holiday; tho mill, sho
supposed, would not be at work ; as long as tho
wheels were not in motion there was no danger.
But now ? Janet drew a long breath. Tho
temptation was almost too much for her. Sho
had only to keep quiet, and her rival yes, her
lifted rival: for she now felt that sho hated
this sorceress would no longer cross her
path. But in a moment sho ilung tho base
thought aside. " Great heavens," sho cried,
"a singlo turn of the wheel will bo death."
With the thought sho rushed forward.
But at that instant sho caught sight of Doc
tor Beverly returning from his professional
visit. Again the old jealousy surged up in her
heart, and conquered every better feeling. Sho
stopped once more.
' Let him savo her," sho cried, clenching her
hands until tho delicate nails cut into tho ten
der flesh. " Let him save her. It is no busi
ness of mine."
But even as she spoke, she heard a sound that
she recognized only too well : it was that of tho
wheels beginning to turn ; and sho knew that,
long before Doctor Beverly could arrive on tho
scene, all would be over.
She hesitated no more. With a cry that rang
far and near on tho still air, she sped on, reached
the bridge, and for an instant tottered on tho
log, which rocked under her flying steps. But
she bravely steadied herself, and springing for
ward, in another instant was within reach of
the fatal wheel.
"Miss Glendower Miss Glendowcr!" sho
cried. Sho strained her gazo to sco through
tho cloud of blinding spray ; but sho could
make out no more than that tho forward wheel
was yet stationary, and that there was a long
strip of white whirling water shooting out from
the wheel nearest; and that, beyond, in tho
seething, boiling pool, there was a mass of whito
a woman's form being tossed up and down,
and rushing on towards the other wheel, which,
tho moment it began to revolve, would take it
up, and whirl it around and around, and tear
it limb from limb.
To reach this mass of white to drag it from
its peril, before it was too lato, was all that
Janet thought of, cared for, now. On tho risk
she ran, sho never gave a thought. But how
to effect her purpose ? Always cool and self
possessed, there camo to her now, in this mo
ment of supremest peril, a more than ordinary
self-reliance, an infinite capacity of ceoing
every possibility, and at once. Her mind was
made up on the moment.
Thero was a beam, fortunately, overhead.
To take advantage of this was her only chance.
Sho reached up her arms toward it, to support
herself, just as a quick cry burst from the
bridgo a cry of infinite agony: "Janet!
Janet! Oh, God !" it said; and sho knew tho
voice was that of Doctor Beverly.
But Janet had already seized the beam, and
in another second had lifted herself over the
race. Alas, as she dropped into tho water, sho,
too, was buried in the tossing spray. But she
cared nothing for this. "If I can only reach
Miss Glendower," she thought, "before ths
further wheel is set in motion."
Doctor Beverly saw it all. But ho did not
wait to witness tho result of her rash venture.
Ho knew it was only madness to attempt a
rescue until tho machinery was stopped. Con
sequently, when Janet camo up between tho
two wheels, gasping and breathless from her
desperate plunge, ho was rushing in at tho
mill-door, and, a moment after, was himself
stopping the wheels.
Janet, when she camo to tho surface, was be
wildered and blinded by the dash of tho waters;
and was thumped and tossed hither and thither.
But it was only for an instant that she was
thus bewildered. She had grasped Miss Glen
dower, and tho touch brought back all her
native presence of mind and cool calculating
Her aim was to draw herself and Mis3 Glen
dower up out of tho water, and on to a bank of
sand at ono side, and, as it were, almost in tho
embrasure of tho wall. Hero they would bo
beyond the sweep of tho wheels and safe, at
least for awhile, or possibly until help could
come. But in this undertaking sho did not
succeed until sho had well-nigh exhausted her
own strength and hope. She sank down finally,
nevertheless, when all was over, her face al
most as deathly as that of tho beautiful and
insensible woman at her side.
Janet was indeed so nearly insensible that
tho sudden stopping of tho wheel and the
subsidence of tho maelstrom of waters seemed
to her but a part of some vaguo dream. Sho
lost consciousness, if sho did not absolutely
faint away. Hence, she did not sco the couplo
of whito, terrified faces which presently peered
over tho wheel. Neither did hor eyes unclose,
even when Ki chard Beverly himself bont down
over her and unclasped her fingers from their
tenacious hold on Blanche Glendowor's wet
garments. She did utter a low moan, however,
but gave no other sign of consciousness until
the miller camo back to carry her out, in turn.
As he stoojMjd to raiso her, sho looked up at
"Is sho dead?" 6ho askcd,s in an awed
" Dead? Not a bit of it," ho replied, sturdily.
"Tho drownin' would ha' been easy got over;
but she's somehow got a cut on her temple,
which Dr. Boverly Eays is dangerous."
"I cannot help it if sho dies, can I?" sho
asked, hysterically. "I did wliat I could to
save her, didn't I?"
" hi courso you did, miss moro'n any other
woman would ha' done; and in courso you
can't help it if she's done for outright. A body
wouldn't s'poso you could keep yourself from
dyin', you look so dead beat. Aro you hurt
"'No, 1 think not"
Sho made :m effort as she spoke, and slowly
lifted her-clf; but a sharp swift pain cut
through her ankle, and alio sank back again ;
a dead faint for aw iiile making her oblivious
of all things, even of the physical agony.
Yhat with her exhaustion and the shock of
the pain, Janet's syncopo was a prolonged one,
so that sho had been carried away to her own
cottage across the stream before she again re
covered consciousness. The face she saw first
was that of Dame Margery, the miller's wife,
wet and wrinkled, as only tears and grief could
make it. Janet smiled at her, in tender recog
nition of tho gentleness with which sho was
applying a wet bandage to her foot.
Then the sluggi.-h tides about her heart
flowed more vigorously, as she saw another
person present: Dr. Beverly himself. In
stinctively sho jerked her wrist away, for ho
was feeling her pulse, lie seemed, however,
not to notice the movement.
"I think she will do now, Margery," he said,
quite with his professional air. "You need
not bo anxious about her. Apply tho wot
bandage, when necessary, and keep hor quiet
that is all."
No, not all ; for, as ho turned to leave tho
room, Janet looked at him so wistfully that ho
stopped, seemed to repent of his cold indiffer
ence, and went back.
"Aro you suffering pain anywhero?" ho
" No." she answered with an effert, Btriving
to imitate his calmness. "At least, not now.
But thero was something that hurc me awhile
ago. What was it ? "
" Your ankle has been injured."
"Oh, not broken?"
"No. Only badly sprained. But your nerv
ous system has had a severe shock. So my
orders are that you are to bo kept very quiot.
Do you think you can bo obedient," with a
smile, "for onco in your life?"
How beautiful that smile was. How beautiful
his smilo always was. But she did not answer.
She only gave a dreary little gasp of assent, llo
saw she was not thinking of herself, and though
he kncv, as a' professional man, that he ought
to put a stop to tho conversation, thero was
such a pitiful questioning in her eyes, that ho
had not the heart to disregard it. Ho touched
her wrist with his fingers one more.
" Can't you promise," he said, tenderly, " that
you will not even think of tho accident? Miss
Glendower is really in no danger. And do you
know," sho shivered at tho name, "that you
saved her life ? You aro a heroine among ten
" Where issho Miss Glendowcr?" shoasked,
faintly, after a moment.
"Here, under your own roof. I took tho
liberty to bring her here, as this was tho near
est place. Tho cut in her temple is deep, and
has bled a great deal ; but I can speak almost
positively: eho will, I think, recover."
The color ilew into poor Janet's white faco.
Sho turned to the back of tho sofa to conceal
her weakness, and said, sharply :
" I wonder you leave her. It is unnecessary
for you to stay here. I can do quite well, you
see, with Margery."
" Yes, there is no positive need for my being
here," ho answered, quietly. "You will do
well, if you will only bo quiet. Mrs. Caxton
will bo hero presently, and when she comes, and
Miss Glendower is in her care, I will come
ag-iin to sco you, and tell you if anjT unfavor
able symptom has set in with Miss Glendower."
" llo is, perhaps, too sanguine. Ho loves her,
and can't believe she will die," said Janet, half
pityingly, half bitterly, as ho went out; and
then, in spito of everything, her weakness over
came her; sho sank back, and was soon in tho
dead sleep of exhaustion.
It was late in the afternoon when sho awoke.
Her first thought was of Miss Glendowcr. " If
she dies, 1 am her murderer," sho said to her
self. " Sho must bo worse, or someone would
havo come to tell me sho was better. Doctor
Beverly, himself, probably; for ho could not
havo withheld the good news.
Sho turned her head again to tho wall, as she
spoke. But suddenly there was a step on tho
matting, and her wrist was pressed by fingers
largo and firm patient fingers thoy were, too;
for they did not relinquish their hold. So
long did they keep it, that Janet grow painfully
awaro of tho irregular fluctuations underneath
them. Doctor Boverly seemed himself, pres
ently, to becoino conscious of this symptom.
Alarmed, ho stooped closo over her, trying to
see her face. But sho kept it averted, and half
concealed by her sleeve.
" Janet," ho said, in a half whisper, at last.
There was no response.
"Janet," he said again, aud now passionately.
" Oh, Janet, do not hido your dear face from
me. I thought it was lost to my sight forever,
when that horrible sheet of spray went over it,
to-day. Didn't you hear my cry? My darling,
how could you risk tho lifo which you knew
was more precious to me than my own ? "
But Janet did not speak. Her mind was in a
daze. What did it all mean ? Had sho been
mistaken? Was her jealousy uncalled for?
Sho felt as if, but for his presence, she must
Xour out the ecstacy of her heart in song.
" Ono word only even a look a singlo dear
smile as of old," pleaded the doctor. "A cloud
has como between us lately, Janet dear ; but it
has passed. Oh, believo me, I never loved auy
ono but you."
Theu, at last, Janet made a full confession.
It was made in whispers, broken by sobs by
hysterical laughter, at times, even. Sho told of
tho anguish, tho doubts, and tho temptations
which liad assailed her. Sho called herself a
murderess, " at least in intention, and for a
moment," she said.
But Doctor Boverly was in no mood to listen
to accusations against hor, even from her own
" You aro morbid to-day, dear," ho said.
"You aro a heroine. You saved Miss Glen
dower's life. But for you, tho rest of us would
havo been too late. A murderess? No, an
angel." And ho stooped and kissed her rever
ently. It was a week before Miss Glendower heard
of this interview. It was Mrs. Caxton who
then told hor. The city hello listened silently.
There was a shadow on her face, as though tho
clouds sho was watching left something of their
gloom upon it. Later, though, the shado
cleared away, as if tho clouds had gone; for
6ho rememborcd that Janet had saved her life.
But Mrs. Caxton was not deceived. Not even
when afterwards sho heard the low sweet voice
humming the words:
" Love is made a vague regrotj
Eyes with idle tears aro wot;
Idle habit links us yet.
What is lovo? For wc forgot
Ah, no I No I"
A HOME OF IRON.
The Xovel Duelling which a I'cnnHrlrauIa Zlnnha.fi
George L. Huston, of Parkesburg, Chester
county, Penn., is about to build a palatial pri-.
vato mansion for himself entirely of iron, the
foundations being of solid rock. Tho archi
tect is an Englishman whom Mr. Huston met
while abroad. Tho iron work is now boing
turned out at Coatesville, as tho superstructure
is to bo of iron entirely. Tho floor of tho hall,
vestibule and library will bo laid with polished
cast-iron t,fles, in which different qualities of
iron will bo used to produce tho same variety
of color as in ordinary tilo flooring. All tho
other floors of tho houso will be of stout iron
plates firmly bolted to tho iron joists. Tho
outside wall and insido partitions all through
the structure will be composed of two courses
of iron plates firmly bolted together, so as to
be air-tight. These hollow iron walls and par
titions will be used instead of chimneys and
for convoying heat to different parts of tho
house, and for ventilation. Tho hot smoke
and gases from tho furnaces passing through
tho side3 of tho rooms in this way will, it is
claimed, be almost sufficient to keep tho house
comfortable in tho coldest weather, so that tho
heating can be done with ubout one-half tho
fuel required in ordinary houses. All tho
doors and window sashes will also bo of iron,
but will bo constructed in Huch a light way and
so nicely balanced upon hinges and weights as
to open and shut as easily as tho.-;c mado of
wood. All tho insido walls and partitions will
bo handsomely painted aud frescoed so as to
present tho appearance of an ordinary houso
finished in plaster. Outside, the stj'lc of arehi
tectccture will bo light and graceful, and it
will bo painted and ornamented so as to look
as if it was built of wood. The roof will bo of
strong boiler-plate, and on the top, at the con
vergence of the four gables, will bo a handsome
observatory supported at the four corners by
four Ionic pillars of iron. Inside, tho orna
ments will bo mado of tho same material. In
the parlor will bo a mantel of polished steel,
handsomely ornamented. Thero will bo a simi
lar ono in tho dining-room, upon which will be
engraved hunting scenes. In tho library will
be a massivo mantel so constructed that it will
look Jis if it vero made of pig iron fused to
gether. Quite a curiosity in this room will bo
a cabinet for tho exhibition of specimens of
iron. This will bo constructed entirely of
strongly magnetized iron, so that all tho speci
mens will adhere to tho back of it, held in
place solely by magnetic attraction. In order
to guard against tho bulging which would
talce place in such a solid iron structure on
account of tho contraction or expansion caused
by tho heat and cold, thero will ba breaks in
tho iron at intervals, which will bo filled with
rubber, so that when expansion takes place
there will be room for it without producing
any change in tho contour of tho framework.
As much as possible of tho furuituro will also
bo of iron, so that if it takes fire in any part,
nothing can burn but tho carpets and the few
articles of wood that may bo within reach of tho
flames. Tho houso will bo an architectural
and scientific curiosity. Mr. Huston admits
that it may cost twice or three tunes as much as
an ordinary house, but claims that with a littlo
attention it will last for centuries without re
pairs, and will never cost a cent for insurance.
By Joaquin Miller.
0 neighbors, neighbors, rouse you! Quick!
My hearth is empty anil forlorn,
My heart is empty, faint and Hie):,
For John came dragging homo nt morn,
Two frozen limbs, ami oil! and oh I
My boy left buried in tho tnow!
Nay, hlnmo not John. The day trna wild
"With driving snow that drowned bin faoa.
Tho hidden hloigh now holds my child,
Tho horse stands frozen in bis place.
Come, neighbors, quick ! lie not so slow!
My boy lies buried in tho snow.
The snow Is frozen; follow mo !
Like ico this gleaming sea of enow I
And far across tbc frozen sea
The mound where bo is lying low.
Oh, like to gold bis hair; bis eyes
"Were bits of yonder bluest skies.
1 clad my boy us best T had,
The hleigh Hpcd ringing toward the mill.
My boy! my poor, lost farmer lad!
Oh, that I had you witli me still !
Why, I would givo these snowy lands
To knit two mittens for his hands !
But, neighbors, neighbor hero 1 Behold
This mound of snow, this broken pluco!
A Kwcet faco in a sheen of gold !
Two blue eyes laughing in my face!
My boy, my boy, u ife, sound, and well.
Breaks liko somu chicken from his shell 1
A Brand -New Year 5 Or, How the
Mortgage was Paid Off.
By Sophie Swell.
There wore so many of them ! Tommy and
Aleck, Jack and Jill (Jill's name was really
Goruldiuc, but everybody called her Jill because
! pho and Jack wore twins and always together),
Becky and Taddy, and little Sam and tLc baby,
to hay nothing of George Washington Lafayette
Robert Lee Lincoln, Aunt 1'atra's boy, who,
when it came to mischief, was tho equal of all
the white children put together.
Oucc it had been only a cause of rejoicing
that thoy were so many; they could havo no
end of fun by themselves, and they were fo
sorry for the littlo Furgusons, who were only
two, and could play hardly any rousing game at
homo of a rainj' day; and as for Thanny
Thorpe, who had not ono single brother or sis
ter, he always mado them think of tho poor
giant Pcwobbct, who was shut up in an iron
tower, and wept so for loneliness that ho
trickled all away.
But, oh dear! everything was sadly changed
Papa had lost all his money, and they had
been obliged to leave their beautiful home in
tho South, and como away off to this littlo New
England town, where a houso and some land
had been left them by a relative, and then papa
had died suddenly, and they woro left alone
among strangers-, and with hardly any money.
Mamma tried to keep tho tears out of her
eyes, and taught music, and sewed for people,
working sometimes far into tho night, aud do
ing her very best to earn money enough to
mako them all comfortable. But there was a
mortgage on tho houso, and tho interest had to
bo paid very often, and there was so many of
theui! And thero was "that boy Linkum."
That was what his old mamma always called
him, and thoy had all fallen into tho same
Linkum wore out two pairs of shoes to tho
other children's one, and his kuec3 and elbows
seemed to havo such a fondness for the open air
that thoy would make their way through tho
thickest cloth in less than a fortnight.
And Linkum's bump of destructiveness was
developed to an alarming extent. He could
not be trusted to take anything into His hands
that could by any possibility bo broken, and ho
declared himself that if he looked at a dish it
" done fell over and split open."
In tho bottom of her heart Aunt Patra was
very fond of Linkum, but sho was always say
ing that "dcro was enuf moufs to feed widout
due lazy nigger's, an' it was high time dat ho
done went oil' and earned his own libin'."
It made all the children very sad to hear
Aunt Patra say that, for in spite of his pranks
they had a great affection for Linkum. Ho
was devoted to them, and always so good
natured and merry you must be feeling very
badly indeed if Linkum couldn't cheer you up.
When mamma was so palo and tired "that it
would mako one's heart ache to look at her she
would laugh, just as sho used to do, at some of
Linkum's droll sayinzs. And it mado her feel
as badly as tho children to think of letting
Linkum go away, especially as sho was afraid
ho might not find people who would bear with
his troublesome pranks. But one day she said
sho was afraid ho would have to go. Sho had
lost two of her music scholars, and her eyes
were beginning to trouble her so that she was
afraid sho should not bo able to sew much
lon.sor, and tho interest on tho mortgage was
overdue. And a man over in Lancaster wanted
to hire Linkum to cut wood.
It was tho last day of tho year, and things
did seem very sad. Christmas had not been
in tho least liko any Christmas that the chil
dren had ever known. It did seem a little too
bad that Sauta Gnus should turn tho cold
shoulder upon on because oni was poor. And
now, with all the n.S of their troubles, thoy
must part with Linkum poor Linkum who
doubled himself up as if he were in pain at the
mere mention of his going, aud uttered most
Tommy, who was tho oldest, and felt himself
to bo tho man of tho family, although he wa3
only twelve, shared his mother's confidence,
and realized what soro straits they were in.
Ho agreed with his mother that since thero
was nobody in tho neighborhood who wanted
to hiro Linkum, ho must go, although it
seemed almost too hard to bo endured.
"Well, to-morrow is New Year's Day; per
haps something very nice will happen," said
Jill. Jill read fairy stories, and was always
expecting things to happen just as they did in
"Sometimes things go on happening just the
same, if it is a new year," said Aleck. "I
wish this would bo a brand now year ! "
It did Eeem very sad that Linkum should
have to go on Now Year's Day, but the man
who wanted to hiro him camo for him, and
they all resolved to put a bravo face on tho
matter, for it never would do to begin tho now
year with tears, and besides, their tears gave
renewed impetus to Linkum's bowlings, which
wore really frightful to hear, and caused his
now employer to inquire if ho wasn't subject
to cramp in tho stomach.
At tho very last Tommy took Linkum be
hind tho shed-door for a littlo private inter
view. What was said there nobody knew, but when
ho omerged from tho retirement the cramp in
Linkum's stomach seemed grjeatly improved,
and ho responded with a faint semblanco of one
of his customary grins to tho good-byes show
ered upon him.
Tommy took his way to his daily work with
a resolve to ask Mr. Savage, tho lawyer, whoso
office-boy ho was, to raiso his wages. But
when ho opened tho oilice-door thero was a
strange young man at tho desk, and Mr. Savage
was occupied with several gcutlomcn. Ho
turned his head to say, carelessly, to Tommy :
" I sha'n't havo any further need of your
services, as this young man, who is to study
with mo, will attend to your duties. I beliovo
thero is a small sum duo you, and if you will
call some timo when I am not busy I'll givo it
Poor Tommy ! He left the office without a
word, his hopes all crushed. Thero were very
few chances for a boy liko him to get work in
tho town. Ho might havo to go away as
Linkum had doue, and that would break his
It was just possible that thoro might be some
work that he could do at tho iron-mills; a few
odd jobs would bo better than nothing.
Mr. Forbes, tho superintendent, was always
busy, and a man of few words. Tommy dreaded
to go to his office, because ho held the mortgage
on thoir house, and ho might say something
about tho unpaid interest ; but as it was the
only chance for work that there seemed to bo,
ho summoned all his courago and knocked at
his office door.
"Want a boy?" said Mr. Forbes. "Well, if
we do, thero aro plenty of big ones in tho
world, so wo needn't take up with a little chap
like you." But thero was a pleasant twinkle
in his eyes, so Tommy didn't mind that his
words wore not very polito.
"You're Tommy Woodford, aro you?" con
tinued Mr. Forbes. "Well, wo do need an
ollice-boy, but I was thinking of having ono older
than you, who could help tho clerk with his
accounts sometimes. Aro you quick at fig
ures?" " 1 am not so very slow, sir," he said,
modestly. "You might try mo.
" Well, that is not a bad suggestion," said
Mr. Forbes, who was looking him over care
fully all tho time. " You may como to-morrow
morning, and I will try you."
Tommy ilew homo as if ho had wings, and
told tho good news.
Ho found that there was hard work in tho
oflico of tho Iron Company, and tho clerk was
not so pleasant as Mr. Forbes; and when ho
found that Tommy was both quick and exact
at figures, ho left work for him to do that did
not rightfully belong to his share, and ho some
times went away when ho ought not to go, aud
left Tommy in solo charge of tho otlico.
But Tommy was determined that nothing
should daunt him, and ho never complained,
and Mr. Forbes's attention was attracted from
what was going on in tho otlico by disturbances
in tho mills, owing to tho dissatisfaction of tho
men and their threatening to strike for highor
wages. Ono night, at tho end of Tommy's sec
ond week at tho mills, the clerk, who had been
absent for half tho afternoon, failed to return
at six o'clock, tho usual time for closing tho
office. Tommy had no authority to closo it, and
as Mr. Forbes had gone to a distant town to
secure a new corps of men iu case thero should
bo a striko, Tommy had no alternative but to
Avait until tho clerk returned.
Night had closed in beforo six o'clock, and a
OUR YOUNG FOLK
storm was threatening, aud Tommy -thought
of his long, cold waik, and longed for the home
fireside and the cakes that Aunt Patra lovcd'to
keep hot for him. Then he remembered that
some of the next day's work might bo done
while ho was waiting. But just as he sat down
at tho desk and opened the account-book the
door was suddenly thrown open.
Tommy arose with a sigh of relief, but when
ho turned, instead of the clork, whom ho ex
pected to sco, two rough-looking men stood be
fore him. One of them turned tho key. Tommy
was sure they were mill hands, although ho
could not sec their faces.
"All we want of you, youngster, 13 the key of
the safe," said ono of them.
How they knew that he was acquainted with
the whereabouts of the key of the safo Tommy
wondered, the natural supposition boiug that
Mr. Forbes carried it about his person, as, in
deed, he habitually did; but from tho fact
that some valuable papers which were kept in
the safo were being copied by tho clerk and,
Tommy, tho key was deposited in a little secret
draw in Mr. Forbes's desk.
"What right havo you to ask for the safe
key?" demanded Tommy. Ho was conscious
of a littlo inward quailing, but his tone was
" We don't mean to waste words with you,"
said ono of the men. " We'll trouble you to
tell us wIicto that key is, or " and ho drew a
pistol from his pocket and laid it down whero
Tommy could sco it.
Tommy remembered that ho was alone in
the building, everybody leaving at six o'clock,
therefore to call for help would be useless; but
oven while ho thought of it ono of tho men
thrust a gag into his mouth, while tho other
tightly pinioned his arms.
" Wo'll try our luck at finding it, and if wo
can't do that we'll make him tell," said one of
them with a fierce oath.
The gag choked him almost to suffocation,
and the ropes cut his arms so that the pain was
almost unendurable. Footsteps sounded in tho
corridor, and some one tried the door. Oh, if
ho could only cry out !
As tho footsteps died away it seemed to
Tommy as if all his hopes of seeing mother,
brothers, sisters and home went with them.
But a sentence from ono of Jill'3 old stories
kept repeating itself in his mind: "So Sir
Cuthbert did his duty as a true knight, know
ing that God had created him for nothing less."
Sir Cuthbert fought dragons and serpents
with innumerable heads, and forocious wolves.
Tommy wondered, vaguely, in tho midst of his
pain, whether Sir Cuthbert ever got home to
his mother: ho didn't remember to havo heard
tho end of tho story.
Tho men wcro growing fiercely angry that
thoy could not find the key, and one was blam
ing tho other that they had not tools with
which to break open the safe. Tommy knew
that they would waste no more time, but would
forco hiin to tell now, if they could. Some
thing very liko despair came over him, when,
suddenly pressed against a window-pane, he
saw a face a black faco, surmounted by a
woolly top-knot Linkum's faco !
It seemed to Tommy that ho must havo died
and gono to heaven when ho saw that faco.
But it was ouly tho beginning of a merciful
Thoro was a crash as if the whole world had
tumbled to pieces, and when Tommy opened
his eyes it was upon Linkum's faco close beside
hi3, somo officers putting handcuffs upon tha
men, and a crowd of people pouring into tho
" You 'member what you done tolo mo behind
do shed door ? " Linkum was explaining. " How
if dis hero nigger was dat homesick ho couldn't
stand it nohow, to done fotch hisself home, an'
you wouldn't eat a bit but what he done had
his sharo ob? Dis nigger was dat miserable
homesick he tought for sure he'd die, an' ho
douo come home. Ho look all round do win
ders ob do house an' couldn't see nuflin' ob yer,
an' he hear 'cm say mighty quar yer done stay
so late, 'an ho como to de office, 'on he see light
an' hear voices, but couldn't get in, an' it seem
mighty quar, so he done climb up do spout an'
look in do winder 1 Didn't take him long to
fotch a ossifer an' break in dat do'!"
So the safe, which contained a great deal of
money as well as valuable papers, was untouched,
and Tommy was tho hero of tho hour. Every
body was crowding around to havo the privi
lege of shaking bands with him. And Linkum
was not without his sharo of praise.
But the best is yet to toll. Mr. Forbes mado
Tommy a present of the mortgage deed can
celled. He said Tommy had saved him a great
deal more than that, and it wa3 only his duo.
116 also raised his salary, for he said tho com
pany could afford to pay for such services as his.
And ho gave Linkum a situation in the mills,
so ho didn't have to go away again. Aleck said
"it really W03 a brand new year!" Harper's
A Graphic Description of tho Scene at Appoaat-
tox by General Chamberlain.
From UiA BrunswicJ; (21c.) Telegraph.
On tho evening before tho great question
was to ho tried we prepared to break camp be
fore tho dawn. Tho enemy was in a hopeless
condition their right smashed, their centre
pierced, their Strang works in front lost, their
principal line of communication cut, Peters
burg in our possession, the fall of their capital
inevitable. Tho campaign lasted 12 days only.
The skirmishing all day and tho marching all
night, and then on tho last three days the
racing and pursuit greatly wearied our men.
Tho ouly hope of tho enemy was to push west
erly by a pathway that led them along the
south of the Appomattox River. That pathway
was traversed by many streams, and as thoy
rushed along it was only to find at every cross
ing some hot vanguard. It was the last night
of tho pursuit. Sheridan, who was just a little
way ahead, had sent back word that ho was
close upon tho enemy and likely to 6triko him
at any moment, and asked us to make about
eight miles more than tho hard day's march
that wo might keep up with tho cavalry. It
was blackest midnight when with flushed
faces and aching limbs wo reached the goal.
Down wo lay there in our blankets, supparless ;
fevered by tho heat of tho march, then chilled
by the dews of tho Virginia Spring. Scarcely
has the first broken dream begun, when a
mounted officer splashed down tho road, bearing
in his hand a noto from Sheridan: "If you can
possibly push out your infantry to-night we
will havo great results in tho morning."
Almost beforo tho lingering echoe3 of the
"Halt" havo died away, tho tired brain of tho
dreamer hears tho buglo noto. Tho horses are
hurried up. The men form in short ranks. In
throo hours wo have reached Appomattox Sta
tion. Already wo can hear tho sharp ring of
the hoarse artillery, drowned by the surly roar
of tho rebel guns. There is no mistake. Sheri
dan is square across tho rebel retreat, and with
that glorious cavalry alone, in which our First
Maino was in the very front, ho was holding at
bay all that was left of tho proudest army of
tho Confederacy. Suddenly an officer from
Sheridan appeared and delivered this message :
"Sir, Gen. Shcridau wishes you to draw off
two columns and come to his support. The
rebel infantry is pressing him hard, and likely
to drive him from tho field." Such chanced to
bo my own order.
Breaking from the woods we coon catch sight
of Sheridan's banner. Beneath it sat that eaiin
yet headlong man mounted on tho fiery stood
that had turned tho battlo of tho Shenandoah.
In full view of us our cavalry gallantly stem
ming tho lire of tho Stonewall Jackson corps.
We wheel into lino of battle. Every arm of
tho servico w;is in full play. On ono side tho
lino rolled back ; on tho other pressed irresisti
bly on. As tho battlo took shape we becamo
tho oxtremo right of a semicircle enveloping
Lee. Mcautimo tho other corps of infantry
were coming up aud forming a sort of semi
circle. Coming up on the rebel rear aro tho
Second. Sixth and Ninth Corps of our army,
aud uulcss thoy can break through us within
a half hour, all is lost by them. The rebel bat
teries aro drawn off from tho crest, and they
take their ground near tho court-house of tho
littlo hamlet called Appomattox. We press for
ward on tho south side. The die is cast. Wo
hear tho rattle of our light artillery coming up
behind, and wo catch glimpses of Sheridan
closing on the foe. Wo dash on over swamp
and stream. All 13 excitement. Soon two
horsemen come galloping out from tho rebel
line, one of them waviug a flair of truce.
The aide makes his graceful salutation and
delivers his message: " Gen. Longstreet desires
a cessation of hostilities until ho can hear from
Gen. Lee as to a proposal of surrender." Mean
time, of courso, we still advance. Wo have no
orders to halt, but tho firing slackens on both
sides. In a moment comes tho order to cease
firing and to halt A trnce is agreed upon till
-I o'clock in tho afternoon. Four o'clock come3.
No word from Leo and Grant is heard; so what
have wo to do after this but to resume hostili
ties? Tho order came: "Prepare to make or
receive an attack in 10 minutes." Wo pushed
forward our skirmish lines ; but Leo and Grant
had coaievFho final antwsm-fe act, Jong
coming now. JThe surrender is made by Lt-e.
What a word for us ! That aky nfast lucre teen
bronze that it was not Tent asunder by ihe up
roar of shouting and cheering that continued
late into the night.
We were in camp all the naxfc day whilo
Gens. Grant and Leo were arranging the de
tails of tho surrender. Put on the next night,
about midnight, I was ordered to have my com
mand out at 5 o'clock the next morning to re
ceive the colors of the rebel army of Northern
Virginia. It was chilly that morning, but you
may safely guess wc were oa time. We formed
in liuo of battlo. stretching along the south
street of the town from the bank of the stream
to the court-house three-quarters of a mile ia
extent facing north. We were not ashamed
to face that way now. Old Massachusetts to
tho right of the line all that was left of her
Eighteenth, Twenty-second ; Thirty-second
and th8 Forty-first Mine willing to follow
where sho was worthy to lead, and tho proud
fragments of the Twentieth and First sharp
shooters; Michigan, never behind when a bo'.d
blow was to be struck, with tho shadowy frag
ments of her once glorious First, Fourth, Six
teenth; then Pennsylvania on the left with all
that remained to be seen of her Sixty-sixth,
Eighty-third, Ninety-first, One Hundred and
Eighteenth, and One Hundred and Fifty-fifth.
In the rear of us, Gregory's New York brigade
of new troops, but worthy. Opposite, our own
gallant littie First brigade.
In that surrender, Gen. Grantshcwed a mag
nanimity that we were disposed to criticise. He
insisted, however, that while private property
should be respected wherever it might be, all
that belonged to the secession tho rebel army,
officers and men, must march out in due cere
mony and lay down their arms and colors ia
the presence of some portion of our troops. A3
wo stand there in the morning mist, we seethe
relel army breaking camp, and then slowly
and reluctantly forming ranks for the last timo.
And now they move the great mass breaking
into a column of march ; Gen. Gordon, with the
Stonewall Jackson corps, then Longstrcet's
corps, then Hill's corps, commanded by Heath.
On they came, the relellion battle-flags with
the diagonal cross and tho 13 stars. The head
of tho rebel column comes opposite our right,
and at the bugle signal we come to the "Carry
arms." The rebel commander, Gen. Gordon, at
the head of tho column, observes thi3 little
courtesy, and drops the point of his sword and
gives the command to " Carry." Not a sound
from the trumpet, nor roll of drum, but in still
ness as if indeed the dead were passing there
thus theymoved. Then theystacked armsand
took off their cartridge-boxes and laid them on
tho pile. Lastly, painfully, they furled their
battle-flags and laid them in the dust; somo
kneeling down over them and kissing them
with burning tears. And then the Star-soangled
Banner waved alone upon tha field Thus all
day long, division after division comes, goc3
through the ceremony, and passes on. Having
been stripped of citizenship, and giving their
honor never to raise arms again, they can j.o
whero they will. Meantime, all day? no taunt,
no cheer, nor whisper of vainglory escapes a
single man of oura. Thero was something liko
a half-fraternal feeling toward these men. Yv'a
were fellow-soldiers at last. Tho tremendous
battles were wrought by us together. Whoever
had mado tho war, we had ended it.
On tho morrow, along the hillsides, what a
contrast indeed ! Singly, or in groups, on foot,
on horse, aro thoso men making their way,
ovory one for his far-away home, and we are
left alone aud lonesome. When wc took up our
weary march homeward, it was dull to plod oa
without skirmishers ahead. It was tame, too,
that where tho road ended no pickets were
placed, and our peace not to be disturbed by tha
leaden songsters. It seemed a wasto of oppor
tunity that upon tho march, when we entered
a valley no battery belched upon us from the
Eut all is over now, and fast vanishing with
the years. I see a new generation standing be
fore mo and around. But though sometimes
tho heart will yearn for those stirring dutie3
and those high companionships of the field, still,
when I think of all the noble spirits that have
passed in battle and tho storm, and how thosa
littlo Virginia rivers aro flowing on to-night,
just as they did while yet those earnest young
eyes woro wont to gaze across their silentwaters,
of how many hearts aro still to-night that then
beat stronger than their tide, I thank God and
heaven that no bugle on to-morrow's dawn shall
wake us to reveille. Let ns not forget, dear
friends, the last martyr; tho last? I should not
say so ; for are they not dying day by day, and
hour by hour, the heroes who fought the war
to the glorious end? But the great martyr, who,
in the supremo moment of his victory, " with
malice toward none, with charity for all," fol
lowing tho right as God gave him to see tho
right, went to join his 300,000 that army of
the unsurrendered, undischarged, who still for
ever keep watch and guard about us. I sea
them, marshaled in that pale yet glorious array
on tho battlement heights that forever 3hall
keep this Nation a3 one, and that commanding
form, that homely, true face, I see among them,
i and hear at times a sentiment which moves
about from place to place, and whispers through,
tho world of space in the deep night, that " AU
SONGS OF THE CAMP.
John Burks of Gettysburg.
Havo you heard the story that go-alpa tll
Of Bums of Gettysburg? No ? Ah, well :
Brief is the glory that hero earns,
Briefer the story of poor John Burns;
He was the fellow who won renown
The only man who didn't back down
When the rebels rode through hia nntlva towaj
But held his own In the fight next day,
"When all his townsfolk ran away.
Thht wiis in July, bixty-three.
The very day that General Lee,
Flower of Southern chivalry,
Bauled and beaten, baekwurd reeled
From a stubborn Meade and a barren Cold.
And it was terrible. On tha rlijht
Raged for hours tho heavy tight,
Thundered the battery's double bass,
Difficult music for men to face ;
"While on the left where now the sravaa
"Undulate like tho living waves
That all that day uneerwing; swepfc
Up to the pits the rebels kept.
Bound sho: ploughed the upland glndsa,
Sown with bullets, reaped with bladut
Shattered fences, here and there,
Tossed their splinters in the air ;
Tho very trees w ero stripped and bar;
The barns that once held yellow groin
Were heaped with harvests of thaalalnj
The cattle bellowed on the plain.
The turkey3 screamed with might nd r-ttr;.
And brooding burn-fowl left their rest,
With strange shell bursting in each nut.
Just where the tide of battle turns,
Street and lonely stood old John Burns,
How do you think the man was dressed f
lie woro an ancient, long bull' vest.
Yellow as yaftron, but his best;
And buttoned over his manly breeat
Was a bright blue coat, with a rollinsf coIIaj
And larse Kilt buttons size of a dollar
With tnilstlmtthecoimtry folk called "awallcr.'
lie wore a broad-brimmed, bell-crowned h&t,
White as the locks on which it sat.
Never had such a sight been seea
For forty years on the villago green
Since old John Burns was a country bsaii,
And went to the quillings long: ago.
Close at his elbows all that day
Veterans of the Peninsula,
Sunburnt and bearded, charged away;
And fetriplii!jr, downy of lip and chin.
Clerks that the Home Guard mustered In,
Glanced, as they passed, at tho hat he wora,
Then at the rifle his right hand bore:
And hailed him, from out their youthful lsrc,
With scraps of a slanjjy repertoire :
"How are vou white hat?" "Put her through,"
" Your bead's level," and " Bully for you 1 "
Culled hiin " Daddy," begged he'd disclose
The name of tho tailor who made his clothes,
And what was tho value he set on those?
While Bums, unmindful of jeer and soon,
Stood there picking tho rebels off.
With his long brown rifle andbell-croTrn.ht,
And the swallow tails they were laughing afc.
'Twos but a ineraeni, for thai respect
Which clothes all courage their volcea ohookod;
And something the wildest could understand
Spake in the old man's strong right handj
And his corded throat, and the lurking froTra
Of his eye-brows under his old bell-crown,
Until, as they gazed, there crept an awo
Through the ranks in whispers, and aoma sae
In tho antique vestments and lonjc white hair,
The Bant of the Nation in battlo thero;
And some of tho soldiers since declare
That the gleam of his old white hat afar,
Liko tho crested plumo of the bravo Navarre,
That day was their Orifhuno of war.
So raged the battle. You know tho rest ;
How the rebels, beaten and backward pressed,
Broke at the final chargo and ran,
At which John Burns, a practical man,
Shouldered his rifle, unbent his brows,
An: then went back to his bees and his cows.
That is the story of old John Burns;
This is the moral the reader learns :
In fighting the battlo, the question' whothor
You'll show a hat that's white or a feathar ?