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"HE IS RISEN." I
Very early n> the morning,
Ere the light shone In the eari.
Ere the itars announced the dawning
Of the day?at God's behest;
Early to the tomb of Jesus
Came tho loving watchers near;
Bat two shining ones approached them,
Savins, "Jesus is not here!"
>He Is risen!"?Lord of glory!
"He is risen!"?earth to bless!
Risen with the wings of hcttUng,
Risen?Lord of righteousness!
Vanquished now are sin and satan!
Conquered, man's last cruel foe!
Christ hath Death's strong fortress token,
That the world his peace may know.
Peace which passe th understanding;
Peace that earth takes not away;
Peace within the soul abiding,
Ruling all with gentle sway.
Strength by which to battle daily
With the powers of hell and sin;
Graco to conquer In th? conflict,
II his kingdom wo would win.
Julia H. Pobteb.
AN EASTER CARD.
"What can a girl do in our day?" exclaimed
Agnes Clement, petulantly. Tho speaker
rested her elbows on the table and gazed at
Opposite was sister Anne, calm, matronly,
self-satisfied, mending baby's pinafore.
"Plenty of occupation may be found in
your profession, if yon would seek it," replied
sister Anne, biting off her thread and form
ing a new knot "Fainting china, designing
wood cuts, even coloring photographs."
Aynng raised her head with flashing eyes.
"Oh, why do you not add taking in wash
ing, or .icrubbing down the stairs?" she cried,
with scorn and anger.
"That is the difficulty," continued sister
Anne, with unruffled composure. "You are
impatient and -despise the begiiining. One
cannot spring into a full-fledged artist at oiw
bound. Pray bow did : the great European
artists commence, about whom you are so
fond of reading? Very modestly, I promise
Agnes made no immediate response. In
stead, she ruffled her blonde hair with her
bands, and stared moodily at the lamp. Tho
room was plain, and the noise of the street
below was audible in the tinkling of a car
bell and the rattle of carts on the pavement
Located on one of the wide business avenues
of the city of New York, this modest home
of a clerk with a slender salary held dis
similar elements umted by close relationship.
"I could not obtain any of the work you
propose, if I tried," resumed tho young artist
"There are moro applicants than labor in all
fields and in every land."
"True," sighed sister. Anne, mindful that a
week of illness would replace her husband at
the store by a dozen eager competitors in
need of bread.
A key was inserted in a neighboring door,
and the object of her solicitude entered, bring
ing a keen gust of winter air with him. The
husband of sister Anne was a brisk little
- man, with shrewd blue eyes, flaxen hair and
. a spot of red on either cheek bono. Hagreeted
his family cheerfully, while unwinding a silk
handkerchief from his throat
"I've got something for you In my pocket,
Aggy," he said to his sister-in-law. "The
very thing for you."
Sho looked at him with a faint smile.
"Yes; I came on it quite by accident I
may say?riding up town in the car," he pur
sued, with animation. Then he unfolded a
newspaper and placed his finger on a para
graph. The trio read together the following
PREMIUM offered of $100 for best design cf Easter
card for tho approaching season. Competitors
are reqaes'tod to present their applications to
Lxm> a Co.
Sister Anne read over the shoulder of her
husband "What a ohance for you, Agnes I"
she said. "I am confident you would win the
prize. One hundred dollars, too!"
:,Long & Co. are the great lithographers,
you lmow," supplemented the husband. "I
saw it; by the merest chance in a column of
advertisements. Nothing like reading the
Agues studied th*? paragraph and made no
comment She grew palo and her eyes
darkened ominously. One would have in
ferred that she had received some affront
but restrained her indignation. Finally nha
roso and took the journal in her hand
"Thank you, and good night," ehe said
"Is she offended?" demanded the little man
"She is very silly," said sister Anne, rather
tartly, as she poured a cup of tea for him.
Agues went to her 'room, locked the door,
knelt; besido tho bed and burst into tears. A
prize given by a lithographer was offered to
her competition. She had dreamed of fame
and artistic excellence. Instead of tho
mountain peak where she had longed to
plant her standard, the slough of the vallpy
of poverty was destined to engulf her. Oh,
the scorching tears of discouragement and
humiliation which fell from her eyes! At
length she rose and lighted the gas jet in
order to again read the detested advertise
ment Her room was cold and bare, par
taking of the characteristics of a studio
rather than tho abode of a woman. In one
corner the Iron bedstead was concealed by a
screen, with a tiny mirror suspended near it;
opposite, a stove reached with its rusty pipe
to a shelf holding several plaster busts. The
windows opened on a glass covered piazza, the
sanctuary of the easel. Here tho artist indulged
in reveries, or wrought with pencil and
brush, forgetful of all else, and oblivious of
the vicinity of a laundress, who employed
tho next glasMOvared piazza for the purpose
of clrying linen?a practical industry, which
brought in far more satisfactory returns, in
payment, than did the color box of Agnes
Clement. The latter sought the spot now,
and seated herself on the sole chair it
boasted, mechanically. A large canvas was
propped against the wall, representing a life
sizo "Beatrice in Paradise" beckoning to a
shf.dowy Dante. Agnes had concentrated
the labor, ambition and hopes of a year's ap
plication in this bold attempt, had entered
tho lists valiantly for exhibition in the Na
tional Academy of Design and suffered the
cruel blow of rejection. Beyond was an
"Ophelia" with yellow hair, who had shared
a similar fate the previous year. These
lovely heroines languished in tho obscurity
of the glass piazza without ever having met
the approving smile of an appreciative
public. Oh, the cold selfishness of the world,
ai;d the wilful blindness of hanging com
mittees and art critics! For tho first time
Agnes found the smile of Beatrice insipid and
her gaze vacant A doubt chilled her heart.
Luckily sho turned the picture to tho wall,
and sought the casement, gazing forth into
tho night rather than longer contemplate her
The piazza, located in the rear of the noisy
nvenue, overlooked tho houses of the next
street These residences were aristocratic in
proportion as their neighbors were humble.
A high brick wall, bordered by a vine of
wistaria, inclosed-stablo and garden of tho
mansion opposite, while brilliant lights with
in revealed a conservatory to the observer.
Tho light came through curtains of silk and
lace in a more remote drawing room, where
the chandelier was visible, like a great golden
cone, and slanted across the conservatory,
resting here on a frond of quivering ferns
and there on a mass of gorgeous blossoms.
At tho same time the rippling melody of a
piano, touched by a skillful hand, reached the
ear f this lenely spectator, who looked down
on all this luxury, gayety and lite, not so
much trttSt "arsting oi'vary as'a crtu?ifng,
-overwhelming sense in* perr?nalfallure., ?
The night was'clcar; stars sporkliad in - tho
sky above, and* the radiance of a full moon,
began to ?luri?nate the city roofs. 1
A girl entered the conservatory, ap
proached a sash and opened it, leaning out to
discover the moon. She ?wore a pink dress,
with soft white lace on neck and arms; a
jewel flashed in her hair. Turning aside
from the window her sleeve caught in the
branch of a flowering plant She overturned
it and it fell outside the window with a crash
cf brofien pottery. Tho girl uttered a little
c ry of dismay, glanced down on the* wreck
she had occasioned a moment, then withdrew
ner head and closed the sash. The plant, an
jffshoot of the conservatory's wealth of bloom
and fragrance, remained on the ledge where
it had fallen.
Now the silk curtains separated, and a gen
tlcman joined her. Ho was a tall and slender
young man in evening dress, with a flower
in his button-hole.
"There is one for whom life-is fortunate,"
mused the artist. "How readily I can picture
him attaining maturity, smiling and good
humored, and growing old in that charming
home, surrounded by friends!"
The girl had clasped her hands on tho young
man's arm, and gazed up into his face. He
responded to this thoughtful scrutiny by
touching her hair lightly, caressingly with
his lips, and then speaking with a careless
"Well, I have consented to go to Minnesota
for the winter, May. Such nonsense as it is.
I should prefer Paris or Italy. A mere trifle
of a cough, and all the doctors looking so
wise and glum. They rejoice to secure a
'case,' I suppose."
May disengaged her hands from his arm
and plucked a camelin. Her face was as un
troubled as his own.
"I shall return in the spring for our wed
ding, dearest," he continued. "What a
weather-roughened giant you will have for a
"Henry, take me with you," she pleaded,
softly. "j)o not go awa}- all alone, dear. Lot
us b? married to-morrow."
"Without the Worth trousseau, ma mig
nonne, and a great reception?" he questioned,
' You should be gallant, and say something
about beauty unadorned," said May, tossing
the camelin. at him.
Then the brilliant eyes of the young man
clouded, the rich color in his cheek paled with
the emotion which made his Ups tremble.
"My noble girl! My good Uttle wife The
whispered, folding her olosely iri his embrace.
Agnes Clement witnessed this scene without |
divining all its significance, and a tender smile
dawned on her own face. The homely devotion
of Sister Anne to her husband in her cabbage
scented dominions did not touch her. Tht
mooting of the two young people in tho con
servatory moved her proformdly. Was not
her artistic taste gratified by their beauty,
the light shed through the silk curtains be
hind them, the rosy shimmer of the girl's
draperies, and the shadow of exotic plants
meeting above their heads? Sho remained
t h .to motionless long after the pair had dis
appeared, her eyes fixed on the fallen plant,
which st?l rested on the ledge. The stone
work blanched, In contrast, tho dePcnte whito
blossoms to snow, and the moonbeams touched
each petal with a silvery luster. The plant
had been cast out into ti c frosty night, to die
and be forgotten in the cold purity of the
moonlight and beneath the cruel brilliancy of
the distant stars. If sho could have rescued
it from such a death, she would have done so;
but she was powerless to avert evil. Slowly
she returned to her room, extinguished the
light, and sought forgetfulness in sleep. Tho
journal containing the advertisement of Lang
& Co. remained on the floor where she had
thrown it down at an earlier hour.
Next morning her first thought was of the
neglected plant Had it survived the night?
What had beco.neof it?" She hastened to see.
The conservatory sparkled in tho morning
h'ght, and tho plant remained on the cornice
ledge. Yes, it had perished during the night.
Already tho leaves were shriveled and black
ened, tho spray of blossoms drooped wan and
ghostly in the dawn, retaining the rose tints
of a shell. As Agnes looked at it, tho early
simshino, which smote the sparkling colors
from the glass dome, like the prism of a crys
tad, also touched the dead flowers with
warm, golden rays. Thus the flower soul
might be absorbed in sunshino and wafted on,
Suddenly the artist put hor hand to her
forehead, as if preoccupied with thought, her
eyes dilated, and a smile imparted a warm
glow to her usually palo face.
At breakfast sho was silent, replying
vaguely to the conversation of her brother
in-law. Afterward she went out, and was
absent two hours. Returning, she shut herself
in the studio, and spread about her recent
purchases?sheets of paper, new brushes and
a box of water colors. Then she began to
work, and as she worked a soft, crooning
song welled up to her lips unconsciously.
One Saturday evening, when tho little
clerk had returned homo at an early hour
and was warming his feet luxuriously in slip
pers before the fire, he was surprised by the
hasty entrance of Agnes Her face was ani
mated, and ahe held a sheet of paper in her
"Humphrey, I have decided to compete for
the prize of the Easter card," she said,
quietly. ?Teil mo if you like my design."
Husband and wife hastened to inspect the
proffered sketch. They saw an uprooted
plant caught on a stone parapet, tho blossoms
stiU tinged with rose even in death. Above
slanted a showor of golden sunbeams, and on
this luminous pathway wero inscribed tho
"I am tho Rcirarrectlon
And thr> Lite."
"Surely you have never done any work
like this, dear," said sister Anne, kissing the
artist affectionately. "I know you consider
rne no judge of art, but it reminds mo of the
s$odlM"you used to m?ke when, at home. lJo
yjiju rtinember ^.Jhering the; leaves and wild
flowers in the hedges, and painting them juit
^yd!^eJ^Bfen-in your loff'haad?" M ?
"I burned-'all that rubbish when fbegan
life seriously," replied Agnes, with a curling
lip. "Flowor painting is all very well for
Humphrey continued to study the design
attentively. 'T suppose, the. uprooted plant
signifies tho human body after death, and the
sunshine, Christ in resurrection. The flower
will bloom again," ho'said slowly.
"Yes," replied Agnes. Then she added in
a musing tone, unmindful that her compan
ions would not understand her words; "It is
the sole commemoration of the poor plant
<;ast out in the cold. Nobody else missed it!
The conservator}- is so fulL"
"You'll win tho prize," affirmed sister
Anne, tho practical.
"If I do, I shall buy baby a new cap and
muff," said Agnes merrily.
A month later the little clerk brought home
a letter. "I was tempted to open It, because
it bears the stamp of Lang & Co.," he said.
Agnes took the missive; her fingers trem
bled, and tho color rushed to her cheeks.
"Accepted," she said, after a pause.
"We were sure of it." responded sister
Anno and Humphrey in unison.
On Easter eve the snow of a late and severe
winter still lingered about a little town of the
far west, noted for the purity of a dry at
The young wife, May Hartwell, put asjde
the book she had been reading aloud,"ftff her
listener had fallen asleep. Her fair face was
unclouded by anxiety or trouble. She tailed
as she looked at her husband. She had de
veloped the qualities of good wife and nurse,
thus tested by experience, although her
patient gave her little trouble, except to
amuse him. Suffering had not marred him;
no painful cough racked his frame. He. was
fatigued, listless, and preferred the sofa where
he rested while making plans for the future.
Now ho slept, with thp light touching hi*
graceful head, the rich colors of his dressing
gown, and the gray fur of tho rug spread
over him. Certainly he was a trifle delicate,
and it was wise to cure symptoms of -?lness
in time. Had she not added her solicitations
to those of his family by hastening her mar
riage in order to take care of him?
She left her seat and went out noiselssly. It
was the hour when letters were distributed
in tho hotel; at the stairway sho paused and
looked down into tho lower hall. Half an
hour earlier tho doctor?a cheerful presence
in the lives of tho two young strangers?had
called, bringing with him a friend, quite by
accident, as he happened to bo in town, This
friend, an older physician, had conversed
chiefly with May, and about the east. Sha
now perceived the latter standing beside the
great stove in the hall, warming his hancb,
and while she hesitated about descending tho
staircase in consequence, ho was joined by
the other physician. The illness of the land
lord's baby explained their detention in the
. "Well, what do you think of the young
man above stairs?" inquired tho resident doc
tor, in a low tone.
? "Quick consumption, as you say. He may
last a fortnight, and he may be gone to
morrow," was the grave response.
May drew back, shocked and grieved, and
returned to her rooms. Who was the young
man above stairs? She did not know. To
morrow she would ask the kind doctor about
him. Perhaps he was poor and alone. Harry
still slept, and she resumed her seat'Then,
with her chin resting in her hand, sha suffered
thought to bear her back to her distant homo.
The clock struck eleven. Decidedly her in
valid should be in bed, but she was reluctant
to disturb his refreshing slumber^ taftfesho
rested her dimpled chin in her palm; nor own
A sensation of cold and fear awakened her.
"Harry 1 where are you, dear?" she said, be
wildered by sleep and fright
The lamp was burning low; the clock struck
one; and the luminous whiteness of the out
side world, where all nature was veiled -'n
snow, invaded the silent room. May ap
proached tho sofa. Harry still slept His
face was pale and his features appeared
sharper, pinched, as if the cold of tho night
had chilled them Midnight had sounded,
and it was already Easter day. May knob
Deside tho couch and softly chorea tno com
band as a gentle means of awakening him.
Then he opened his eyes and looked at her.
There was something so profound, steadfast
and strange in this gaze that her heart ceased
to beat; words of endearment remained frozen
on her lips. Suddenly an awful change swept
over the young man's face; terror dilated his
beautiful dark eyes; a quivering light irradi
ated his pinched features.
"May," ho gasped, threw his aims about
her neck, and leaned his head on her shoul
Silence succeeded. Tho lamp waned; tho
whito arctic light invaded more boldly tho
chamber. What had happened? What
dreaded presence and power was here? The
head on May's shouldor became heavy, inert;
her lover, bridegroom,'husband?was dead.
A lifetime of anguish may be compressed
into twenty-four hours. Thus tho' young
wife occasioned more anxiety to those about
her than her dead in tho days following that
awful Easter morning. She demanded of
the kind doctor, with haggard eyes, if tho
young man above stairs had been her own
husband, and ho endeavored to soothe with
out understanding her. She besought the in
animate clay to forgive h?r for keeping.
"I did not know wo should havo only a few
moments more together before our life would
end," she moaned. Then she demanded
quickly of her companions, tho earth, the
sky: "Where has he gone? How shall I ever
find him again?"
Words of consolation and resignation fell
on deaf ears. The landlady and tho women
wept in helpless sympathy, but Ma}- shed no
tears. She sat beside her dead with clasped
hands, speechless, her faco of the samo blue
pallor as tho marble faro on the pillow.
Tho landlady detained tho doctor outside
"She has not slept or tasted food for
twenty-four hours," she whispered. "Her
brain will turn. The shock was too great
for her, and sho has the look of a mad
The doctor held a letter. An idea came to
him. Tho letter had just arrived by the post,
and could not concern the recent bereave
ment He entered the chamber of death, ai>
proached May and presented the letter, say
ing, in natural tones:
"This letter has just come. You \rill be
kind enough to open it"
Surprised, she raised her head, received
and mechanically tore open the envelope.
An Easter card was disclosed. An uprooted
plant drooped on a stone parapet with rays
of fnmsMne slanting" down-in ? golden t?3?
and in the rays these words were traced:-'
"I am the Resurrection
0i Andthe^IJfo,"^. . ;?'
"May* read the card' and turned it over* In
her hand. The doctor paused behind her;
the landlady stood in the doorway. Then a
sound became audible in the room, a tumul
tuous sobbing, and the widow fell on her
knees, clasping one of the dead hands and
covering it with tears and kisses.
"I am tho Resurrection and the Life," she re
peated tremulously. "Oh, beloved, I shall
find you again!"
The Easter card had fallen on the floor.
Tho doctor raised it and placed it on the
foot of the bed.
When the winter of another year brought
its snows and clear, star-lit nights, Agnes
Clement still wrought in her studio, the glass
covered piazza. The place was changed.
Flowers now bloomed everywhere, with the
difference between the piazza and tho conser
vatory that the artist had painted thorn
Roses swayed lightly on their stalks in the
sketches on the wall; violets and daisies
were scattered in profusion over boxes and
fans; fairies peeped from blossom* on orna
mented cards; portrait heads smiled from tho
center of dishes garlanded in ivy and ferns.
A glance into the domain of sister Anna
would also have revealed little additional
luxuries and comforts unattainable with tho
modedt salary of Humphrey. Agnes had
learned to love her task, and dealt tenderly
with the flowers, hence her success. Occa
sionally ?her attention strayed to a distant
corner, consecrated to "Beatrice in Paradise"
and ' Ophelia," and at such moments she
(Jpposite, tho superb conservatory still
bloomed in the sunshine, and here appeared
occasionally a palo young lady m deep
mourning, whose grave face seemed to have
forgotten how to smile. Tho artist recog
nized her as the girl in the pink dress and
jewels, and associated hor garb with tho ab
sence of the brilliant young man. That was
alL Between them was a gulf, and thought
did not span it. Had Agnes penetrated the
spacious mansion of her neighbor she would
have seen in May's chamber, placed where
her eyes beheld it as the first object in
awakening, an Easter card, framed in ebony
and veiled! with crape. "We are all so inter
twined that the same wave beats on every
ahore." Virginia W. Johnson.
Toll nil tho world the Lord U risen?
Tho Easier messago, over new;
The grare Is but a rained prison?
Invisible, the Ute breaks through.
Earth cannot long ensepulchcr
In her dark depths the tiniest sood;
When U ro begins to throb and stir,
Tho bonds of death are weak Indeed,
No clods Us upwards coureo detor;
Calmly it makes its path to-day;
One germ of life In mtghUor
Than a whole universe of clay.
Vet not o&o leaf blade was stirred.
BursUng earth's wintry dungeons dim,
But lived tk his creative word',
RcsponslTO to tho lifo In him.
Since, then, the lifo that bo bestows,
Thus triumphs over death and earth:
What power of earth or daath can closo
Tho fountain whonce all Ufa has birth?
And as the lost upbringing grain
Breathes etlll the resurrection song,
That light tho victory shall gain,
That death is woak, and life Is strong.
po with Immortal rigor rife,
Tho lowliest Uf j (hat faith has freed.
Bears witness si.111 that Christ is life,
And that the life 11 risen indeed.
so weary Und been tho strew and strife,
So chafing the trlnli pant;
And now. like n loo-en-d bark, Ids lifo
Was drifting away nt
They hnd not tho heart to ?lgn.il him,
With even a touch or tone.
As out to the sea, unknown and dim,
llioy watched as he went alone.
They know that tho pilot who held tho holm
Would guido to tho furthest verge.
Nor suffer a fear to overwhelm,
Nor suffer a wave to niergo.
And so, as they sat with hushing breath,
Too burdened, too awed to speak.
Thoro burst on the silont room of death
A child, with a flushing cheek.
?"Ah, seel" she said, It is sweet and bright.
And brimmed to the edge with dew.
It hurried to open its leaves last night.
To be ready in time for you."
She knew not, tho darling, what sho did,
As her childish thought she told:
Nor what was the mystic meaning hid
In that dellcnto cup of gold.
For over the greening April land
Had broken tli? Kanter hour.
And tliu llower she laid In tho dying hand
Was a Renurreetlon Flower.
y.uioA?CT J. PnESTor*.
["Tho Resurrection Flower" is tho Virginia
name for the Daffodil, or Easter flower.]
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IScTA large assortment of 18 carat PJain
Gold Rings always in stock.
KSTGoorts warranted, anil prices low.
F??NID AT LAST7~
a Preparation that will positively cure
that most distressing malady neuralgia.
"CRUM'S NEURALGIA CURE"
FO R EXTERNAL USE ONLY*
This is not a cure all but a Remedy, as
its name indicates, for the cure of Neural
gia in its mildest, as well as its severest
form. It will also relieve Toothache, Head
ache from cold and nervous headache, and
bites and stings of Insects.
This preparation has never been known
to fail in curing Neuralgia, where the
directions have been faithfully followed;
having been used by Lr. Crum in his prac
tice of Dentistry for several years. For
sale by DR. J. G. YVANNAMAKER.
IN MEDICINE QUALITY"
is of the
Pure Dings and Medicines care
fully prepared by experienced hands
at Dil J. G. Wannamakek's Drug
I. S. Harley,
ItiiMNvI .Street, ftcxt to Tens
Orakgebckg, S. C,
"IXniEUE you will find aV'a.rs on
V v hand, a fine line of SEGAES and
TOBACCOS of all grades. GIOCSRLES,
DRY GOODS, and GENERAL
CHAN DISK, at lowest CASH prices.
"Remember well, and bearin
To save two nickels, willintk