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Bring flowers, young flowcra, for tho
To wioatho tho cup crc tho wlno Is
Bring flowers! they aro springing In wood
Their breath floats out on tho southern
And the touch of tho sunbeam hath
waked the rose,
To deck tho hall where the bright wlno
Bring flowers to strew In the conqueror's
IIo hath shaken thrones with his stormy
IIo conies with tho spoils of nations back,
The vinos Ho crushed In his chariot's
Tho turf looks red where ho won the
Bring flowers to die In tho conqueror's
Bring flowers to the captive's lonely cell,
They have talcs of the Joyous woods to
Of the free blue streams and the flowing
And tho bright world shut from his lan-
They will bear him a thought of the sun
And u dream of his youth bring him
flowers, wild flowers!
Bring flowers, fresh flowers for the brldo
They were born to blush in her shining
She is leaving tho home of her child
She hath bid farewell to her father's'
Her place is now by another's side
Bring flowers for the locks of the fair
Bring flowers, pale flowers, o'er tho bier
A crown for tho brow of tho early dead!
For tills through its loaves hath the
white roao burst.
For this In tho woods was the violet
Though they smile in vain for what once
They nro love's last gift bring ye flow
ers, pale flowers!
Bring flowers to tho shrine whero we
kneel in prayer.
They are nature's offering, their place Is
They speak of hope to tho fainting heart.
"With a volco of promiso they come and
They sleep in dust through tho wintry
They break forth In glory bring flowers,
THE LOST TITLE
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CopyrlBht.lOOl, by Dully Story I'tiblUliIn? Co
It was an old house, and lonely.
Tho Thief shivered and drew nearer
tho fire. IIo was alone, save for tin
old crono who slopt in a far north
room up stairs, and in his loneliness
he poked the fire to make it burn
mora brightly, and throw on another
log. Even if tho woman had been
with him ho would have been uncom
fortable, for she spoke little,' in mumb
ling tones, and ho never knew what
she said or thought. IIo said to him
self that loneliness was to bo pre-
jilfesV I;' I IF! inn
IttSlll'l I I
He was alone,
f erred to uneasiness. IIo showed his
" inexperience in thifc. Men who have
triod it know better.
On tho table al his side were the
latest books and magazines, uncut
and unread, and somo with the wrap
pers still on. He did not caro for
reading now, though it had onco been
ono of his favorlto amusements. Let
tors, social correspondence and invi
tations lay on tho desk In scattered
confusion unanswered. Tho black
cover on tho billiard tablo was cov
ered with dust, aud evidently had not
been removed for days. The piano
that stood in tho corner showed the
samonslgns of neglect.
In fact, tho only thing that showed
any evidence of having had any caro
or attention given to it, or of having
been used lately, was a heavy cane
of brown wood, which stood in tho
umbrella stand. It was nicked and
scarred as though it had been used in
climbing rocky passes and pushing
through bushes and underbrush
which it had. He spent most of his
time out of doors, especially in the
evening, when ho would walk many
miles over the winding country roads,
and come home late at night, or early
in tho morning, tired and worn, but
able to sleep.
IIo could not have told when or
where the30 changes had come upon
him, so gradual had been their ap
proach. Ho only knew that none of
his former enjoyments was even bear
able now. And to-night his agony of
mind seemed greater than it hnd been
before. If ho had ever dreamed that
the possession of this house, and its
comforts, would have changed him
from a careless, comparatively con
tented man, to a careworn, restless,
unhappy wretch, he told himself, ho
would sooner have cut off his right
hand than to have secured it as ho
did. But then, he thought, it was
too late now for vain regrettings. Tho
deed war, done, and he must suffer the
His was not a strong character. IIo
loved his ease, his bodily comforts
and mental dissipations. Ho had al
ways wished to live comfortably,
without any exertion of his own body
or mind. From earliest childhood ho
had chosen tho easiest paths, snun
nlng the hard ones, and had constant
ly, since reaching manhood, schemed
and planned to continue In this path
way of roses. Work was hateful to
him. He loathed early hours and
close application as a cat hates water,
and for the same reason they dis
turbed his comfort. But back in his
selfish soul, hidden among tho baser
traits, was a slowly awakening conscience.
A few drops of rain dashed against
tho window, and tho wind sent tho
branches of a tree tapping on the
glass. It was a night oxactly liko the
night ho earned his title. lie never
called himself Thief, nor did anyone
he knew; but there was a small voice
that dinnod it ever In his ear.
As ho sat here in his arm chair, he
seemed to be struggling along a coun
try road against a storm; though he
heard tho crackling of ilamos, what
he seemed to hear was the suck and
splash of flying hoofs; though he
looked at red brick and a dying fire,
ho saw, as in a dream, a rider loom
out of tho darkness; saw him lean
and strike the horse and, as he dashed
on into tho night, a fluttering white
something fell from his pocket Into
tho mud. Then tho Thief saw him
self pick it up. It was a folded t ocu
ment, bearing a seal; he took it to his
little room and opened it with tromb
liqg fingers. It was his sister's will.
Thoro was an inner seal, but this, like
tho outer one, wns not sealed nor
stamped. Wax had merely been
dropped on each side of tho fold, and
left to harden. When It was neces
sary to seal It tho wax would bo re
heated, and the edges drawn together
and stamped. She had always fixed
her letters that way.
IIo hastened to read It, casting his
oyes at once to tho bottom. It had
not beon witnessed, though her signa
ture was there. But as ho looked
rapidly over tho paper his" heart sank
again. There, down at tho very edge,
wero two namos faintly written, and
avldently signed in great haste. He
know tho witnesses and felt sure that
they had not road tho contents.
No matter, oral testimony alone
could not take tho property away
from him. Everything wns loft to her
cousins, her only other relatives.
Well, It was right, perhaps, for there
woro fivo children, and they neoded
it, and he had always boon a black
sheep; ho had not deserved It, but ho
got It, nevertheless, for his heart was
black within him, and no ono saw tho
will but himself.
The messenger who hnd tnken It to
town to see if it had been properly
drown up and attested, told his story,
but though the road was searched tho
will was not found, and th,o Thief, be
ing next in line, took tho house" and
Tho dying embers clicked at tho
heart of tho fire. Tho Thief stirred
and sat up with a great sigh. His
memories wero over. They had not
been pleasant. He had not enjoyed
his gathered fruit It does not do for
a Thief to have a conscience. A dicad
of discovery hnd always haunted him,
and popular odium would have com
pletely crushed his spirit.
His glanco idly followed his shadow
upon the floor. Part of tho hearth
rug was In deep shadow and part
brought out Into bold relief by bands
of yellow light. As his oyes fastened
there and held, he saw tho light move.
Little by little It crept over tho lloor,
and ho watched its slow advance,
Ono by ono tho square patterns in
the rug wero reached and passed.
Steadily tho bare polished floor and
the metal foot-board came into view,
then the climbing pattern on the dark
His eyes moved with the ray of
light, slowly tracing the pattern. They
halted unfamlliarly on tho frame of a
picture and then passed on. His left
hand, which grasped tho back of a
chair, gripped It hard.
Tho moon had passed out from be
hind tho clouds. Thero before him,
ou tho wall, hung the head of Christ.
His dull heart beat faster as he gazed
at tho heavy brown locks, the fair
white brow, and tho traces of a ten
der mouth, almost hidden by tho curl
ing beard. The eyes wero closed. IIo
felt that ho had never seen tho pic
For the first timo in his mistaken
life he was compelled to think, with
a perfect conception of his faults and
crimes. He was dragged out of him
self, his soul was turned Inside out.
Tho stress was moro than mortal
could boar. Staggering from his
chair, he stood with outstretched
arms, half In, half out of tho moon
light. "Oh God," ho gasped, "what have I
Tho eyes still burned Into his soul
As ho stood there, racked in mind
and soul, It seemed to him that his
deeds, committed in tho last year,
passed beforo him in review. But ono
among them towered up before him,
causing the rest to sink Into such in
significance that they seemed as
naught. This was his theft, by which
the last wish 03 of a woman now dead
wero Unvaried, and. fivo children wero
despoiled of their lawful rights.
Ho saw how the Beast of Greed had
broken down tho barriers of virtue,
how it had secured him with chains,
Mnkby link, until now he was bound
hand and foot; -ho saw with his soul's
c-yc tho imago of tho Beast gloating
over him, yes, evon fattening on his
heart's blood. Should ho break (ho
chain? Then, with diabolical swift
ness and a seeming knowing skill of
Miolr own, other thoughts filled his
nlnd. Ho thought of the easo ho
could enjoy, tho open houso ho could
keep, tho elegant furnishings, tho fine
llnners, tho sense of easo and ele
gance ho would have, and of a beau
tiful woman who, perhaps, would
somo day sit at his side, beforo this
very fire with him.
As 'these thoughts filled hl3 brain
his heart was tortured and wrenched
by tho sight of those eye3, which
now. after a momentary dulllnq of
their keenness, seemed to burn into
his soul, until they seomod to grow
and come nearer, to scorch him with
their scorn. Frenziod, ho stood for a
moment, ownylng a ltttlo, his hands
clasping and unclasping. His mouth
curved down, and deep lines furrowed
the corners, as, In a half choked, hiss
ing tono that seomed to como from
the deepest coll in his lungs, ho
gasped: "Ah! You would tempt me!
Thoso hell-born thoughts which
seomod to steal my very soul, camo
from you, Beast."
Then ho turned and dragged a tablo
Into tho moonlight, and with shaking
"Arthur D. Motley, Atlornoy.
"Sir: Tho missing will is found.
Tho Stones have all. Como to mo, for
Christ's sake. , Harland."
He sealed it hastily and directed it.
Then stealthily, fearfully, ho twisted
hi3 head back without moving his
body. Slowly, forced on by his own
will, his eyes turned until -ah!
lie fell back in his chair trembling,
a great wavo of revulsion sweeping
over him. Tho eyes wero closed.
Ho sat silent, his heart-beats grad
ually growing calmer; ho bocamo
nwaro that his foot was asleep; ho
saw tho flro was cold; his mind re
gained its clearness.
His hand toyed with tho letter
ready for mailing. Should ho post it?
-1 . '
The missing will is found."
It meant tho loss of all ho had
wished for; It meant hard toll In tho
future; if he mado this just restora
tion ho would havn to keep on doing
right, and forsake his old ways of do
colt and dishonesty, or else his sncrl
flee would be a hollow sham, and his
conversion a mockery. Was ho strong
enough for tnis? Was ho convinced
that It was worth while? Why should
lie make this somewhat theatrical
move? Was ho really unselfish In
this, and did ho wish only to do sim
ple justice, or did he actually dcslro
to feel that ho was magnanimous.
As ho asked himself these questions
he knew that It was only tho last
fcoblo stirrings of his onco strong
selfishness which was now In its dy
ing struggle. Ho could never again
feel the same selfish musings and
longings tugging at his hoart's conto.
His nature was changed, nnd ho
could no longer seo things In thosamo
old way. His pas deeds slckoned
and disgusted him. After all, what
was llfo to him, without his solf-re-spoct?
What enjoyment could ho got
out of nature, the songs of birds, tho
swell of tho prairie, tho silent, rolling
voyage of the clouds, tho beauties of
a summer sunset, when his con
science allowed him no rest, nnd ha
felt ashamed to look his very dog in
As for Agnes, well sho would
think all tho more of him when sho
know of his conduct, and if ho failed
to satisfy the demandn of his out
raged conscience, and sho then
loarned of his failure, sho would, In
all probability, cast him off forever.
And if sho didn't? Well, a truco to
thoso wandering, flighty thoughts.
Lot him decide liko a man now,
without any further, delay, and fearful
thoughts for the future.
Something dropped with a soft thud
into tho box at his side. It was the
As ho bowed his head upon tho ta
blo, a groat wavo of Joy and content
swopt over him,' such as he novcr
would have believed mortuls could
Fidelity; not success, regulates tht
final reward. J. R. Macduff,