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THE GLOBE REPUBLIC. STOTOAY MORND-TQ. APRIL 5
"HINC ILLC LACHRYME."
When first wo married, you did not affright
Tim ni'it-Uoor neighbors with unseemly
Iwasdurlliur then, and your 'heiut's de
You hate mo now.'
" When first c married. If I stopped out late
You did not irrevtmewlttaulow'rlntr brow:
Your ej v en; daiicimr, aud ou kissed me.
You scold me now."
"Whon first wo married, you abjured the
Nor eauin home lodge-nights well, I won't
Your lrieuds di-opin-d in, wo hod a quiet
Ttfi poker now."
"When first wo married, you 'adored my
You'd mako them welcome, and cigars
To-day a cigarette your nose offonds
They don't como now.
When first wo married, j ou brought home
A f rarrant posy for jour litliefmu.
But such attenUous jou must elsewhere
. I got nouo now."
" When first wo married, you would sweetly
Lfko Sellni's bulbul on the golden bough.
Tho tear-drops often to my eyes you'd
I shed nono now."
" Both morn and night Tdo, at your neglect
Till furrows in my chocks tho tears do
Mother, herself, would hardly recollect
Her Katie now."
" Mother, confound her, eggs you on to cry:
You've no earthly reason, that I vow.
Everything you have that money can buy
What is It now!'
" If this wero so, as rou glibly profess.
You would let mo go to Madame Michau,
Fit o hundred dollars is cheap for a dress
As things go now."
" Oh! that's a trifle: It's really too cheap.
With all my goods I'd better 'thee endow.
Great Oesarl buy It, and Katie, don't weep.
Come kiss me now."
"Awfully thank you. you darting old Fred:
lie ready, sir, to make your nicest bow;
You never, never were, since we wore wed.
So sweet as now."
X. T. World.
FACE TO FACE.
Fact Related in Seven Wall
BT R.F. FRANCIIXOX,
AnHOn or "A Cheat Heirms," "Quits
Ax Last," "A Rut Qcaait," " KuuVs
Diva." ETC KTC.
FABLE TIIE THIIUJ.-Cohtiuuid.
It was a poor end to her broken re
solvegoing out t-ir a Stephen Harlow
and bringing hon a Farmer Marrish.
But she assured " could not go on
lingering there for a man who did not
"Father will be glad to see you when
ever you like," said she. The invita
tion was not very graciously given; but
she did not feel gracious, and could not
seem to bo what she was not by merely
trying, even if she had tried. But
Enoch Marrish could not expect every
thing all at once; and she had not bid
den him go away.
So he walked beside her back to Leys
Croft talking of the harvest and of
money, and otherwise making love
after an invisible fashion, but never
once mentioning Stephen. No he
could not have come across him at
llunchestcr; that was clear. .Nor was
tho truant about the place when she
got home. Nearby two days without a
word it was getting strange.
"Why, where's Stephen?'" asked Tom
B!ackth"orn as the three were sitting
down to supper. The master of Leys
Croft (if such he could be called) had
recovered his old rather self-glorious
ways since Fortune had smiled again,
and looked his neighbor in the face, or
rather above his head, as if their being
still debtor and creditor were merely
an empty form, only waiting to he
swept away by a stroke of t A pen. "I
tell you what, Patience, wflen you're
MrsT Harlow, you must keep your man
to meal-times; "unless, maybe, at har
vest, and such like times. 1 never kept
dinner waiting, no, nor supper, since I
wss born. This won't do.
"He's over at Hunchcsteron business,
father," said she.-
"Business, eh?" said her father, who
seemed in an especially jovial mood.
"I say, Marrish, though don' t that
put you in mind of an old time or two?
'Business at Hunchester;' Lord, what
pecks of wild oats that used to be a bin
for! But I forgot; you never sowed that
sort of crop. No, nor Stephen. Come,
lass, you needn't begin to look like a
cabbage rose. Stephen's as good a lad
as Marrish there used to be. When he
says business, he means business; and
my business, too. And I wish some
others had been more like him," said
he, with a sudden change; and Pa
tience knew that his own joke had re
minded him of his scapegrace son.
"But that's neither here nor there.
Fall to. neighbor, and give us the news
rf tli A Iir
There seemed no particular reason,
after all, why Farmer Marrish had
come over to Leys Croft, for her father
did all the talking. The truth is that
Farmer Marrish was haunted with the
uncomfortable fear that Stephen might
have given the King the slip after all,
and might turn up at Leys Croft before
bed-time. People who mold circum
stance must expect a good many un
comfortable hours. And if anything so
inconvient should happen, it would not
do for him to be out of the way. So he
even outstayed his welcome, and, to
spin, out the tin . took more than one
nightcap; whirl us it was at another
man's cost, hi could for once well
Tom Blackthorn had taken more
than two nightcaps, and felt all the bet
ter for them, "xou musn't mind your
old father's jokes, lass," said he. "If
It hadn't been for that young
I mightn't have had another joke left to
come. What a thing it is to be a pretty
girl. Poor Marrish hanging round
the honey-pot when all the honey's
gon-s. But bless my soul what am I
saying? Another joke) another joka
my dear; that's alL 'mere give me a
kiss, and to bed. Make Stephen keep
early hours. There's nothing like 'em
nothing like 'em in tho world.
They're the way to be healthy, wealthy
and" wise. And 'tis the early bird picks
up the worm. And early sow, early
But it was not Enoch Marrish who
that night put in practice the wisdom
of the ancients. He knew that he had
put his plow into a furrow from which
there was no backing, however crooked
it might be. Whatever happened now,
he must not let such a lie as he had told
prove to have been told in vain. And
there was still many a chance against
him. Stephen Harlow was no con
temptible enemy, ready to run his head,
like Tom Blackthorn, against any post
that stood handy. Nor was Patience
a simpleton, to bo taken in by any com
mon slander. There was the post,
which even the most hurried soldiers
would find time to use. There would
be a letter to Patience, surely; and one,
no doubt, to his employers besides. The
latter could be easily dealt with. He
couia write to Messrs. ireton and bit!
J thcm enJ letters for Stephen Harlow
under cover to himself; or lie could go
to Millport and tell his own story, if
need were, without tho Blackthorns
being a whit the wi-cr. But a letter to
Patience herself was another tiling, and
must be dealt with in another way.
And how to deal with that chanco took
him all night to consider. For he was
slow, though sure.
Patience Hlacktliorno had no reason
for wakefulness. Sho trusted Stephen
even as she trusted herself aud more.
Had he met witit any accident ho mint
have heard; and then ho was not tho
sort of man whom accidents befall. IIu
was lucky, and ho was strong. Yet
something liko people call a present!
meut when it Happens to
misfortune, troubled hr; ami
lonjr in falling asleep and quick in wak
ing. The morning light and freshness
sweep away presentiment liko the cob
webs they are, and so they did her.
Stephen would bo over by breakfast
time, to bo sure. But ho was not over
Sho was getting really .anxious. She
did not make even a pretense of break
ing the neck of her morning's work,
but, throwing slyness and certaiutv of
village gossip to the winds, weut to tho
village and to the blacksmith's, whither
the letters camo to bo called for.
"Is there any letter for Leys Croft?"
she asked the blacksmith's "wife, who
carried on all the retail trade of the
parish, and was postmistress besides.
"Oh, yes. Miss Blackthorn. Some
thing special, no doubt, as you've como
yourself after them? And how's Mr.
Harlow, miss; and when's it to be?
Yes, there was ono for Mr. Harlow,
and there was ono for you."
"I'll take them now.please," said she.
"And welcome, Miss only Mr. Mar
rish was here but now, for his own let
ters; what a lot ho do have to be sure
three all to himself this very morning,
and one from London, too, only fancy!
And ninepence to pay. It ought to be
worth getting, mls, to make Farmer
Marrish pay out ninepence without so
much as a word. And Mr. Marrish, he
said as he was going up to Leys Croft
be would take up yours and Mr. Har
low's letters too. Ah, Miss Blackthorn,
Mr. Harlow's not a bit like Mr. Marrish.
He don't mind a ninepence not he.
And to think of a gentleman liko that
being Eli Harlow's boy, that I mind
playing in tho mud beside this very
door, and watching the horses shod,
while his father but I forgot, miss; Eli
Harlow'd be your own father-in-law if
ho was alive. And young Stephen
don't forget old friends, not he. "Tis a
bit of come down, miss, as I always do
say it, for a Blackthorn to marry a
Harlow; but when a young man comes
back with a silver lining in his coat, it
does make a difference to be sure. And,
after all, I don't know as there's an
other man in the parish fit for you.
Miss Patience, unless 'twer young
Scramble at Marshead, and he's sweet
on Martha Willet; I know for a fact, he
had his arm round her waist only last
Sunday fortnight, after evening service,
on the common. And so as I always
do say "
And so on; and as much more as
Patience did not choose to stay for. It
was something new and a little odd,
for Farmer ifarrish to make calls so
early in the day, making himself a
letter-carrier besides. However, it was
kind and neighborly, and nothing so
very extraordinary after all. She wished
she had not come down, to be talked
to, and at, and over. And she wished
it still more when Enocli Marrish camo
full upon her just outside the village,
so that he must guess where she had
been, and why.
"I've got your letters; I thought I
might save you the trouble," said he.
"I expected an important one myself;
and it stnick mo you seemed a bit wor
ried, ifherc"s anything I can do."
She hit her lip: with ungrateful vexa
tion. 'What a fwl I'vebeen." thought
she, "to be taking on about nothing, so
that everybody could sec! I'll nover
worry again no, not if Stephen .stays
away a week without a word. Thank
you, Mr. Marrish. It was very kind.
But. indeed, I had no trouble nono at
alL" She took the letters with an air
of indifference that enraged him, it
was so palpably assumed. Two letters.
One for Mr. Stephen Harlow, from
Millport; one for Miss Blackthorn.
She opened the letter she glanced
at it. Enoch Marrish watched her in
tently as she crumpled it up and put it
into her pocket
"Good news, I hope?'' asked he.
"Neither good nor bad," said Pa
tience as if what she had seen had not
come upon her like a Hash of forked
lightning out of a cloudless sky. "It
is nothing nothing at all" She was
not going to carry her heart upon her
sleeve any more. "Don't let me keen
you from going on to Leys Croft. I
have some errands in the village.
Thank you, Mr. Marrish. It was kind
of you to take so much trouble, indeed,"
He did not mcel her eyes as she held
out her hand. In spite bf her self-command
her hand was hot and trembling,
while his was trembling and cold. It
was sot a gasp only a touch, that
passed between the cold hand and the
warm. And, despite the calmness ol
his voice, he felt there was a flash in the
eyes he dared not meet, that might have
pierced through him if lie gave her the
faintest chance of reading him. "N
trouble a pleasure," he muttered, and
went his way. half wondering, for the
moment whether what he had done had
been done well.
" Miss BLACKTiions as that's your name.
If you think you're caught Stephen Harlow,
you're In the rong box, and no mistake there,
btepben Harlow was promised to ion. aud a
good bit more than promised, up at Millport:
only I suppose you've caught his fancy with
your farm he thinks ho can make Vo much by.
But that won't do for mo. You take my warn
ing; men aren't to be trusted till they're over
forty year old. When you've got a man of
your own, don't you let him out of your
fight; and if he goes, bo after him, liko I've
been after him. And I'm going to stick to
Dim; and though he don't think it's fair to let
you know, 1 do. So I rite this my own self to
say you'll see him never more, unless you
like to take a trip to 'Merica and bo intra
Juiced to your obejent humble tenant to
command as is to bo
Mrs. Steniek Harlow. So Tlitre."
Now the reader has seen at once that
this was no woman's letter. For it was
not in her style, and had no nostscrint
nor any of the stabs that spito feminine
knows how to triumph by. It was as
"T". " a "'""K?"". moreover, wny i
should any exception be made of forty- i
were as many
at least, of their mceness what ever the
foibles of her father Tom or of her broth
er Dick, these were not of them; and
she had no g'rl friend. But, on tho
other hand, sho knew the letter to be a
shameful lie. Why it should be written,
who should write it, she could not
guess; but a lie she knew it to be. Her
emotion had not been dismay, but anger
Young men did get into trouble.
She could not be Dick Blackthorn's
sister without knowing so much of the
world. It was bitter to tiiink that
Stephen, though it was before ho loved
her, could have given some other wom
an, and one of such a sort, a handle for
iuuia.iv r jvnu. mueeu, mere I But however that. mv hn W h., -
points as words fit for a . addinr vet another Miwrienen tn hii
ye. Hut Patience Blackthorn 1 'ri,;. i. xt. :. . .i..
hing of spite or cowardice, or. 1 f.i. , li.i i.:.i T-" '
miscnict-malving. Hut the way to tana
that would bo to tako care that no mis
chief should be made. Stephen false to
her or any other girl or woman why,
it was as impossible as that the sun ol
heaven should lie. She knew what she
would do. Sho would meet Stephen
with her whole heart in her hauds,
show him the foul and venomous thing,
and triumph in tho way in which he
would crush tho sting.
But, then, ho must return. She
wished he was not away just thon,
though tho letter had piqued her into a
trust that silent absence, though twice,
as long, could not subdue. Farmer Mar
risli, could ho have seen into her heart,'
would have been amazed indeed. Sho
had no errands in tho village, but. h.iv.
come before I ing cased her heart by a space of soli
ind sho was I tude, sho returned. Perhaps Stephen
was already there.
He was not there, however, even yet
Sho went to her household work, and
sang. No; nothing neithor silence,
nor absence, nor slander should ever
como between her Stephen and her.
What is lovo without trust? There is
no such thing, and if there bo not trust
in the teeth of proof enough to hang a
man ten times over, then tho so-called
love is a sham. "Lovo me, but never
believe me," runs the refrain of a song.
Ono might as well say, trust mo but
never bclievo mo; it would be tho self
same thing. Sho was feeling, thongh
not thinking this, when sho heard the
hoofs of a horse ciatter up to the side
door. But oven this was not Stephen.
It was only tho new hostler from the
Half Moon. What could ho be want
ing? It might bo a messago, though.
Sho broke off in her song, and went her
self to see.
"Can I see Farmer Blackthorn, miss?"
asked the lad.
Fanner Blackthorn was about, and
was soon found. The lad pulled his
cap as if to a Squire, for Tom Black
thorn had many popular memories
about him, sinco the days when he had
tried to live like one. .
"There's a gentleman of tho name of
Harlow here?' asked the hostler.
"Patience's heart gave a throb. "Ay,"
laid her father, "what of him?"
"Only that ho was at our house night
afore last, and when he went in tho
morning left these hero things behind.
The master thought I'd best bring 'em
over, as they might be of valley, llero
"Stephen at tho Half Moon! Non
sense," said Farmer Blackthorn, "But
that's his pocket-book, sure enough
eh, Patience? You ought to know. Ay
and here's letters in it, Mr. S. Har
low. That's mighty queer. What
should ho be sleeping" for at the Half
Moon instead of home?"
"That's more than I know of, your
honor. He took a bed, and next morn
ing he was off afoot, and that's all I
know. Shall I leave the things or take
em awayr '
"No. Leave 'em. He'll bo here by
and by. Go and get some ale; and
here's something for your ride." Farm
er Blackthorn's pocket held just a shil
ling, and it went at once into the host
ler's palm. And it was unlucky for tho
hostler that the pocket had not held
two. "Patience,1' said ho. when the
lad had gone into the kitchen for his
ale, "this is queer. Stephen putting up
at a house like the Half Moon, within a
stone's throw, two nights ago. Do you
know what it means?"
"No," said she. "Business, I sup
But Farmer Blackthorn knew what
"business" too often means only too
well. He had been young, and he
was Dick's father. "Business bo
hanged. Do you mean to say you've
heard nothing of him all this while?"
"No, father. But"
" 'But' be hanged, too. I like to un
derstand everything; and 1 will. A lov
er's quarrel eh?"
"Father! Quarrel with Stephen I!"
'And gone off afoot, and never come
home. Holloa what's this?" to asked,
examining the pocket-book, from which
a half-open letter fluttered to the
ground. "Yes; I must read it; I will.
A precious tiling to let a thing lika
that stand betwixt my only girl and a
man, it he were ranee of Wales. 'My
darling I will meet you at Your
own loving Kate!' A love-letter, and a
hot one, too. Ah, Master Stephen I'll
lcok a bit further bcforeTvo done "
"For shame, father!" cried she.
"Give me the book the letter. It is
his; not ours"
'Not ours? Then whose is it, if you
please? No; I will not give you the
letter. It's mine. Nobody's but mini
mine and a viper's. Patience; a vipe"
like the one that stung the man that
rarmed him, in the tale. Ami that's
the man I thought better than Dick,
poor lad no; not poor lad, Patience
never let me hearyou name Dick again!
But Dick, hang him, never made love
to one girl while ho carried another's
letter next his heart, that I'll swear.
That comes of thinking the son of a
drunken blacksmith could change his
spots I'll never think so a second time,
as sure as my name's Tom Blackthorn.
Never you mind, my lass. I never did
think hjm lit for you. Put him out of
your mind. As for his money who
wants his money? And as for him
there; thank the chance that's found
him out Never you worry about a
blackguard, my lass. I've got a stick
that'll fit his back to a T, and I'll go
over to Marrish for another loan."
With that other letter burning in her
pocket where was the trust now?
Why, in her heart of hearts where else
should it be ?
"He will como father, he will
como!" was all sho could cry.
But the days passed, and the weeks,
and Stephen Harlow never came home
FABLE THE FOURTH.
THE CAT AND TOE CHESTNUTS.
Across a wide, sloping plain, almost
desert-like in its wide expanse, and
under a blazing sky, Dick Blackthorn
was riding alone on Wednesday, July
26, 1809. How he had got there would
Erobablv havo puzzled himself to tell,
ut he did know that tho country was
called Spain, and that tho shabby uni
form he wore was no longer that of
King George, but of His Highness Joao
Mana, Begent of Portugal and Prince
of Brazil. That a horse had to do with
me matter was certain, lor one was
even uow carrying him.
1....1 . j :n. ? ...-
That a woman
was loraging in a country which, so far
as eatables went, had been shaved, be
tween Frenchmen and Spaniards, much
cleaner than the palm of his hand.
Far away to the right ran an unbroken
chain of high and rugged mountains;
to the left a river, which served also as
a guide. Never was water more wel
come, for the soil, baked into dust, was
cruel to horse and man. He had rid
den out from the little town of Esca
lona, higher up the river, with an empty
stomach, and seemed likely to return
to it with that and empty hands besides.
Dick Blackthorn had never been much
given to thinking, so there is little to be
gained by opening his mind. It a roH-
m io "u wiiu 11 was noi uniiKeiy.
jk mv muai, Miiiceauiu niuu. xor uu
ing stone onco took to thinking, it would
becomo too heavy to roll. His thoughts
may safely be summed up in tho hope of
finding some wictched villago or other
in which a cheese and a bottlo of wino
might still bo found.
Ho was watering his horso at a con
venient shelf in tho river, and medita
ting on the stupidity of Nature in not
making her streams of Almagro or Val
do Penas, as if she iiad more care of
creatures with four legs than of crea
tures with two. when his horse, having
satisfied his simple tastes, threw his
head up and his ears back aud neighed.
Dick pricked his ears also, aud pres
ently ho heard the sound of hoofs com
ing at a quick trot towards him. Now
Dick, after his usual reckless fashion,
had foraged rather far: and it camo
into his head, somewhat late in the da',
that if his Lusitanians were at Escalona,
on the right bank of tho Alperche, Mar
shal Victor and tho French wero in force
at Santa Olalla, on the left; and that
they required to forage, too. So ho got
ready with his carbine. The hoofs did
not sound as if it would prove more
than one to one, and a French dragoon
out plundering might bo as good as a
village to the man who caught him. Ho
was sick of soldiering, but he had al
ways dearly loved a fight man to man,
snd when it had nothing to do with dis
cipline or duty.
Tho bank of tho river prevented him
from telling whothcr it wero friend or
foe, as well as himself from being seen,
until liis carbino was at present and
until tho horo and rider appeared on
the bank abovo him, evidently bent for
tho nver, too. Unluckily, the sun was
full in his face, so that ho could not see
the uniform even thon.
"What, cavalier!" laughed the sweet
est of voices, in Portuguese. "Is that
how your most chivalrous nation re
ceives a lady at the point of tho car
bine?" "A woman!" ho exclaimed, in En
glish somewhat more forcible than is
hero set down.
"Ah an English soldier!" said she,
in his own tongue, and with only just
enough accent to show sho was not
English born. "Worse and worse! I
could have understood if it had been
some miserablo Portuguese. But an
English soldier! Sir, I am ashamed."
"And, by tho Lord Harry, so am L"
said he. shading his eyes from the sun
with his hand. He looked; and he
could not but own that to find two
such big black oyes was at least as good
as finding one whole cheese. The eyes
were enough to make any face beauti
ful, they shone and sparkled so, with
the promise of passion and the actual
presence of fun. For the rest, she was
a handsome woman not in her very
first youth, but none the less attractive
lor being fnll-blown; and her voice was
still fresh and young, as well as rich
and full. She was dressed in the -Spanish
fashion a costume which in itself
had a fascination for Dick Blackthorn's
susceptible soul. But what should bring
a handsome Spanish lady, speaking
English almost like a native, to ride
alone under the midday heat through a
country over-run with war? Was slie
Well nil that filia rmrrht tn 1? Ttnf
such a suspicion as mat could never
dwell for a moment in Dick Black
thorn's mind. Every woman was al
ways what she ought to be especially
with eyes like those.
But then another idea came into his
mind, while he was gazing, and as he
sat in the sunlight as if posed for a
picture, smiling down upon him, and
playing with her horse's mane. He had
not been a trooper in tho Lusitinian
Legion without hearing a great many
wonderful stories of spies, witli whom
Spain was supposed to swarm. Had he
been with General Wellesley, ho might
have heard even a little more. There
were said to be spies of all sorts and
kinds, high and fcrtr, count and peasant
church and lay, ho and she especially
she and of all nations besides. "I
must be careful confoundedly care
ful." thought he.
"Well?'' asked the lady; a propos of
things at large.
"Pm afraid I'm afraid," said he,
with a deep sigh, equally a propos,
"that I must trouble you to show me
your pass. I'm very sorry but you
see duty must be done."
"Oh, yes. Duty; that is the English
man's word. Pray no excuse, sir; be
fore duty, courtesy must yield. But
what if I have no paper to show?"
"Then then it would be my painful
I mean my delightful duty to be
your escort to Escalona "
"Ah; I see that you understand
courtesy and duly too." There is none
like an English soldier for courtesy
none. But suppose I turn my horse,
and gallop away? I should have the
start you sec"
'I should have to follow," said Dick,
his spirits rising at the idea.
"And suppose you should not catch
"I should catch you your horse isn't
a patch on mine. And if you got away,
I should just raise mv carbine an
"God forbid! But your horse. And
he would be good for beef," he sighed,
'flioco tinil Iimu '
these bad tunes.
She suddenly brought a pistol to bear
at his head, with all the advantage of
position and sun, for sho was abovo
him on the bank, and tho glare was in
his eyes. "But what if shoot first
not your horse, but youf
"Then you'd have to do it that's
all," said he. "I'm no good for beef
and I'm no good for much else, it seems
to me. And Fra hanged if I wouldn't be
ten times sooner shot by as pretty a
hand as yours, than"
"Now, for that gallant speech, sir,
you shall bo spared. The idea of a
man who can say things like that being
no good at all! I am afraid you have
had much practice, though you aro
young. I am sorry you are young; else
I should ask you to "advise. For I am
an unhappy woman, for all I may seem.
Alas! would I were tho only unhappy
woman in Spain this day!"
" Young? Ay, in the shoulders. But
I always was old in tho head; always,
from a child. I can advise anybody,
none better, through thick and thin."
"I want counsel. You see I know
how to defend my life and my honor;
but tlioro is nothing more I can do. I
have no papers, sir. And yet to Esca
lona I can not and will not go."
He pushed up his cap and scratched
his forehoad. "Why?" asked lie.
"Did you ever hear of the Count de
Cabra, that bravest of men, who was
killed at Sornosierra but seven months
ago? Ah, if ho were alive but forgive
me; I must not waste a soldier's time
with a woman's troubles; he would
have no time for lighting, not an hour.
I am Countess de. Cabra; widow of thai
brave man. I have neither father, 1101
husband, nor honie, nor child, not
friend. The accur.-ed Frenchmen and
Corsicans they have destroyed all. 1
have just seen my dead husband's castle
at Cabra sacked and burned; seen it
with my very eyes. It is a marvel I es
caped I don't mean with my life only
that is nothing; but the French, they
are devils, ogres, fiends. I have ridden,
ridded, ridden, night and day, Mj- one
last nopo is to reach the Spanish lines,
to tell General Cueta my story, so that
ho may know it when lie takes revenge.
Think, sir, of a widowed wife, a mother,
who has lost her all -even her tears.
God has brought me through a thou
sand perils thus far; I come from be
yond Madrid, whero tho usurper rules;
thiuk of that; and would an English
soldier,, chance-met, show mo less pity
than God himself h;is shown to a poor
woman liko me?"
Dick's experience of the sex, largo as
it was, did not include a woman of this
kind. Her beauty, her tragedy, her
eloquence, her romance, and a certain
fascination about her, fairly took his
breath away. He did not know what
to do. Doubtless he was in tho land ol
romantic adventure; but this was be
yond any lie had ever dreamed.
"My lady," said lie, "so far as one
arm can help you to vengeance on the
cowardly French brutes, this shall. But
meanwhile you'd best como with me to
Escalona. You won't get much to eat
there; but you'll be safe, and that's the
"Safe! As if I cared fcr safety and
among tho Portuguese scum; I beg par
don of your uniform, sir, but not of the
Englishman inside. I swear to you by
all the saints in heaven that I will no't
turn back. I will go on or I will die;
but go backward from vengeance
".Madam!" exclaimed Dick, "it is im
possible. It musn't -it can't be. Do
you know that tho French army is not
taany miles beyond that river; and
their foragers don't pay heed to which
bank they forago on, as our bellies
know? i'ou'ro as safe to fail in with
their scouts if you go farther as you
sit there. Can t be, indeed it eha n't
be. You must be my prisoner, Couut
ess. It's for your own sake "
"Then " Sho turned her horse.
and was off, before Dick had fairly
seen she was no longer there.
And a prudent man would havo let
her go, and, whon ho returned to his
Suarters, held his tongue. But to Dick
lackthorn it was horrible to think of
what would happen should sho fall into
tho hands of Irench marauders. He
had seen something already of tho
fouler sido of war, and none of its
glory. Ho ceased to be a soldier or,
maybe, became one; at any rate, ho
urged his horse up the bank and was
after her, as if at a fox-bunt at home.
The chase was sharp for a burst over
the brown turf, and, in the dust, ho al
most lost sight of her. But the burst
was soon over. In less than six min
utes ho was beside her with his hand
on her bridlo.
"Yon are my prisoner, madam,"
said he, with all the sternness he could
"And your enemy!" she answered,
while her eyes flashed, and her bosom
heaved. " An Englishman, and you
rob a woman of her one hope her
one! I would sooner meet the French.
They are devils, but they are not En
glishmen; they are not cowards, after
"Cowards!" cried he.
"Yes; cowards. Who but a coward
would treat a woman as you have
Reason in her charge there was none.
But who looks for reason in a woman
who is held back from a precipice
against her will? And her words had
stung Dick Blackthorn so that he al
most began to think himself the thing
she called him. If a man had said
that word! But spoken in a voice
from which angry scorn could not rob
the sweetness, and with such flashing
of eyes as tho lightning itself could
not surpass, it was not to be borne.
He hung his head for a moment, and,
when he raised it, it was to meet such
a look of agonizo-,1 appeal that his
heart seemed to melt away.
" Do you know your way to the
Spanish lines?" asked he.
" I must hold by the river, I suppose.
Do you know?"
" Not a hang. Do you know how
" No. How should I know?"
' And you're all alone!"
"All alone," she sighed.
Poor Dick Blackthorn had been in
many scrapes, but never in one like this
in all his days. Discipline had to be
observed; and what account could hi
give of himself for absence, when the
presage of coming battle tilled all tbf
ir? It might for all he could telL
take days to reach the Spanish lines.
And thongh many a good soldier is
"missing" after a'battle, who would be
found missing before? He might tell
some lie; but then a Blackthorn was
always safo to bo found out if ever he
ventured on a lie. But then, how, as a
man, could he leave a woman like this
to make her way alone? It was not:
How could he force her back that
question had been settled long ago. On
on sido honor and duty; on the other,
beauty in peril.
He possessed a single coin a six
pence with a hole in it which Kate or
Nellie or Susan or Mary had given him
for love and luck; he forgot which, but
he had kept it for her sake, all the
samo. Suddenly he tossed it in tho air.
"Heads, go back tails, go on. Hang
it all, it's heads. I'll try again two
out of three. Tails this time. Now for
the third. Heads, by all that's blue!
Go back, that means. No; it was tails,
turning tail, you know, for go back;
and heads for going ahead; that's go
ing on. Which was it, Countess? fm
hanged if I know."
T know nothing of incantations,"
said she. "Au revoir, sir. You have
On she rode.
"Was it heads, or was it tails?" he
brooJed. "Yes; it teat tails. Woman
The coin was not made by mortal
mint against which, when twirled by
Dick Blackthorn's thumb, woman
would not have won. But he had done
his best And, having done his best,
he threw all doubts away, and pave
himself un to the hour, onlv wishino- I
that his Portuguese uniform were not
quite so threadbare and stained. Why
had he not a pair of epaulettes? He 1
vowed to win them before they had rid
den a league. It is not every day that
one champions a beautiful Spanish
Countess, a heroine of romance besides,
through the perils of war in an un
known land. She was gracious to him,
as, indeed, "she had every cause to be.
As the sun sank and their shadows
lengthened, all sorts of moss in the
shape of evening dreams gathered upon
the rolling stone. What if he did some
thing very heroic indeed; what if he
avenged all her wrongs; what if but
there is no need to count all the stones
of a castle in Spain.
But it is one quality of these castles
to have neither kitchen nor bedcham
ber; and Dick 'Blackthorn frequently
b.'gan to wonder where these apart
ments wero. to be found before morn
ing. Moreover, horses can not last for
ever, and his was well-nigh foundered.
But there was no sign of foundering
about Countess or mare, though thoy,
ou her own showing, must have ridden
thrice as far that day as he. Nor did
she hint at hunger, or thirst, or any
thing of tba; common kind. She was a
neromo ot romance o! tho true blood,
if even there was such a thing out of a
tale. Not that she harped upon her
own troubles, as, no doubt, a heroine ol
the very first rank should do. On
the contrary, sho led Dick to talk about
himself, which, had he been a trifle full
er, lie would have done yet more glad
ly; and she mu;t, at last, havo known
him as woll as if they had been ac
quainted for years.
"You are a clever young fellow," said
she; "it is a disgrace such power of
adaptation should lie thrown away. It
comes of being an Englishman so stiff
and so starched you all are. In any
other country you would havo had a
career. You would be a rich man as
well as a clever one. For example it
is not tho soldier who becomes rich in
war. All the plunder goes somewhere
but where? Yet it can not go into
"Aro you not tired. Countess?" ho
asked. "And are you not hunTV,
"Oh, no. Are you, then? We will
rest if you are; but "
Ho was ashamed to be beaten by a
woman. And so they rode on till dark
ness fell around them, and in tiie great
silence of night tho flow of the river
could be heard. For they kept close by
that, as their only guide. "Well, she
must give in at last." thought Dick, too
hard set for even such slight love-making
as a Countess might have allowed
from a trooper. But he never wished
he had never met her the ride was be
ginning to feel like a dream.
They had issued from a dry water
course; and it was Dick who saw, some
three hundred yards or so in front a
dull red glow.
"Hush!" whispered she. "Not so
loud! A camp-tire; but French or
Spanish, or English who can say?"
"All's well!" was the welcome chant
that greeted Dick's hungry ears. And
never had those good words a gladder
"An English outpost!" said he; "may
be the English lines. We're all right
now. By the Lord Harry, I believe I'm
the luckiest dog unhung!"
"Hush, my friend! can not ride
into the English lines; all alone as I am.
I dare not go among those rough men.
I trust you; but I trust none else in the
whole wide world. I shall be a pris
oner; and you, too. I must find Gen
eral Cuesta to-night if to-night he is to
be Sound. I have no papers no pass,
remember; and 1 will not risk what
may come of that again. It is simple
for you. You are strayed from the
Spanish lines, and have lost your way.
1 ou will get put in the road. Then you
will join me here and we will go on.
Oh, I do not mind being left alone. My
whole life is alone. If they give you
food, take it; for I can well believe you
must be hungry, my poor friend! You
have hot your own heart to eat like me.
Ah, it is good I have an Englishman at
my side! You may seek that fire with
"And if your General is still miles
"Then wo will see. When you have
found out everything we shall know
what to do."
The lady had by this time so completely
taken the command; and besides, this
time she had reason on her side. It
would have seemed, no doubt, a queer
business for a lady to be riding into the
British camp at midnight escorted by
an Anglo-Portuguese, with no better ac
count to give of themselves than that
he, for a lady's sake, was absent from
his corps with nothing better than
French leave. It would certainly bo
better if she could get at once to the
Spanish lines, quietly, whero tho Gen-cral-in-chicf
was her friend and would
understand, and would set everything
right for Dick himself besides.
So, leaving tho Countess at the mouth
of the water-course, he rode up towards
the fire, round which some score ol
unmistakably British soldiers were di
vided between talking and snoring.
Having answered the challenge to the
best of his power, to the effect pf bis
inductions, lie was brought to repeat
them to a sleepy subaltern, who snubbed
him sharply, for a fool, but showed no
desire to retain him. No uniform could
make Dick Blackthorn look like any
out me most noncst 01 englishmen;
while an Englishman in that coat could
be worth no special care. "Go to your
beggarly Spaniards, as King George
isu t good enough for you, said the
lad in command of the outpost "Fol
low the river and your no?e. and you'll
find 'em in a couple of miles behind
their barracks. You'll have to fight in
the open if you stay here."
Dick, having had his dismissal, would
have returned at once to the lady, with
the good news that she had but a
couple miles more to ride, when it
might have been twenty for aught he
knew. But there was an iron pot over
the fire that gave forth fumes well
nigh as tempting as the glances of
black eyes. t
Said he, to the man who had taken
him in charge:
"Mate, did you ever go forrv-eie-ht
hours on half an ounce of goat's milk
chalk; I can't call it cheese?"
"Did I? Didn't I, you mean. What
chanco has an Englishman got that
mustn't take without money worth
against a Frenchman that may, and a
Don that does, and n Pnrtnfnw liTr
yourself, that's a long sight tEe worst
of 'cm all? I say, my lads, here's a
rare sight; a hungry Portugee!"
"That's dead again' nature," said a
young fellow. "But then 'tis true 'tis
nought but a half-breed. Throw htm a
Starved as it was, Dick Blackthorn's
British blood began to boil under his
"Ay," said he, "throw me a bone;
and when I've gnawed it so sure as my
name's Dick Blackthorn, I'll fight the
best man among you for the meat,
"Blackthorn?" asked the other.
"You'd better see the Quartermaster,
as you've come off the same stick, you
'wo. But chaff be hanged! Put your
hand in the pot and take the luok of it
There'll be enough for breakfast; and
then come what come may."
And there was a bottle as well as a
pot which somehow seemed to havo no
bottom. Dick never forgot for an in
stant the eyes of his Countess; but man
and pot and bottle had become too rare
to be passed by. And, as he ate and
drank, his humor thawed, and his fel
low countrymen began to forget that
he was a Portuguese. There was a
dash of tho gentleman about Dick that
made him a good comrade; and by the
time he had finished his meal he ha 1
more slaps on the back than he knew
how to reckon. And when he had sung
a song, with a "Yoicks, Tally-ho"
chorus, he was ono of "Ours."
Then the talk went round, about
where such a regiment was posted, and
about life on tho march, all starving
and no fighting, and about the thou-I
sand-and-ono grievances of which a
soldier's life is made up, and ono thing
and another, till Dick, though nowfeef
ing game for a night of it rose, and
declared, despite all protests, that he
must rniuirt himself within hi3 own
lines. He shook hands all round, pass
ed the sentry, and reached the water
course, where he found the Countess in
pIO BE CONTINUED.
It History as Told by si Professor
llavrrford College Observatory.
Wolf's comet, discovered In Germany a
few weeks ago, now a telescofic objec
near the zenith in the evening, ' showrt
to have an elliptic orbit and to make a
complete revolutisn once in about six
years. It is, therefore a new member of
the Jupiter group of comets, a groip whlck
reach out from the sun about as far as
Jupiter's orbit, at their greatest distanCa
and inen approach much nearer.
There is a distinct relation existing
between the time of a body's revolution
and its distance. This was discovered by
Kepler, and is thus stated. The squares
ot the times of revolution to of planets or
comets are proportioned the cubes of their
mean distance from the sun. Now Jupiter
moves in an orbit nearly circular, and re
quires about twelve years to go around.
The comet moves in a flattened ellipse, and
needs six years. The times of revolution,
are then as one to two. If we apply Kep
ler's law we will have as one square is to
two squares so is the cube of the comet's
distance to the cube of Jupiter's distance.
This makes Jupiter's mean distance about
once and a half that of the comet's. But
the sun lies in the center of Jupiter's orbit
and near one end of the comet's, hence we
see that the orbits are not very far distant
from each other at the outer end of the
comet's path. There are eight or ten other
comets of which the same may be said. It
U hardly likely that this is accident, and
a very plausible cause has been assigned,
which may be outlined as follows:
Could we trace Wolfs comet back
through its past history we should prob
ably see it yielding to the impulse of our
sun's attraction while yet far beyond
the bounds of the solar system and rash
ing in upon us. ltd momentum previously
obtained, we know not how or where, pre
vents it from moving directly toward the
sun, bat if let free to itself it would ap
proach it closely with ever increasing
velocity, swing around and fly off in as
endless curve into unknown space, never
again approaching oar sun. But in its
coarse through our system it has passed in
front of Jupiter. The great mass of the
planet exercises an attractive Influence on
the mass of the little comet, puts a break:
on it, and considerably checks its velocity.
Not now having momentum to carry it
far away from the son it yields to its great
attraction, and continues a fixed member
o! oar system, at each revolution receding
to the point where Jupiter had frst checked
its velocity. This is the theorj of the ex
istence of all these comets with their
aphelia lying all around Jupiter's orbit.
The planet has picked up the wanderers
one by one and claimed them to as. How
many times Wolf's comet has been going
around before 'discovery is not easily
known. But having now been found and
Its orbit computed it can be readily fol
lowed, unless, like some others of its kmd,
it chooses to break itself into fragments
and disappear from sight
We eat for warmth and strength;
hence almost all articles of food hare
both these elements; have carbon to
warm, and nitrogen to strengthen, to
give power to work. Butter, sugar and
oils are almost all carbon. All breads
and grains are mainly carbon. Meats,
flesh of all kinds, abound in nitrogen.
Food which has most nitrogen is most
"nutritious." Butter has eighty-three
per cent of carbon and no nitrogen; an
egg has no carbon, and twenty per
cent of nitrogen. Milk contains two
parts of warmth and one of strength.
Bread contains one part of nitrogen and
eight of carbon. It is thus seen that in
reference to eating, carbon which it
charcoal food and warmth are one and
the same thing; while nitrogen which
is in effect saltpeter gives flesh or
muscle, which are one and the nin
thing in subflance with strength. It
is also seen that most articles of food
have more carbon or warmth than
nitrogen or strength, showing that it
takes more to keep us warm than to
keep us strong. A sedentary person re-'
quires, in round number about one
pound of food a day, while;
a hard-working man requires
two pounds; this two poonds of
food gives out power enough as steam
in an engme gives out power to raise''
a man of average weight eleven miles
high. Bat calling the two pounds five
thousand grains, only three hundred
grains of it are nitrogen, the remainder
carbon; that is, sixteen times more of
warmth is required than of 'strength
producing food. One practical result
is, that as the world becomes more
thickly populated, the necessity in
creases of economizing food; of adapt
ing it to the various needs of the system
as modified by age, sex, occupation
and season. Persons living indoors
should not eat more than' half asmuch
as those who work hard. Les3 warm
ing food should be eaten in hot weather
than in cold. If we eat an excess of
warming food in hot weather we have
to work It out of the system at a great
expenditure of strength, and until it
is worked off we feel full and feverish
and oppressed: on the other band,
in winter we require an additional
quantity of warming food, hence our
instincts lead to eat heartily of perk,
and buckwheat cakes, and butter, and,
molasses, which are almost purely car-,
bon. In warm weather we need cool-,
ing food, and Providenoe sends us in
profusion the fruits, and the berries,'
and the green things, which have no,'
carbon at all; the very idea of fatty food
k nauseating. BatCs Journal .0
Some Interesting Incidents Which Kmpha
There is in Philadelphia a. massive
stone building into which, on a certain
day of the week, a line of servant girls
may be seen entering on one side and
passing out at the other. It is a sav
ings bank, founded nearly a century
ago by the good Quakers for the help
especially of this class and laboring;
On other days, mechanics, negroes, .
Italian organ-grinders, Chinese washer
men, professional beggars, with here
and there a richly-clad woman who is
laying away a "nest-egg for her baby,"
throng the waiting-room.
On the huge books of the bank there
are some entries which hint at singular
stories. In 1848 there is the receipt for
the deposit of one hundred dollars by a
wealthy old genteman, in the name of
a boy just born and named for him.
The donor died, having forgotten all
about his deposit The boy grew to
manhood, a hard-working mechanic
who supported his old father and moth.
er. He wished to marry, but could not
do so for lack of means, when presto!
this modest sum, which had been ac-
cumulating at compound interest, comes
to ngnt ana he is a comparatively rich