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1'J THAT AUTUMN DAY. By Elaine It was a lovely autumn day. The sun, , warm with the still torrid finger of summer, shone down upon as fair a scene as ever the village of Mayville had beheld. At the gateway of a pretty cottage, hand in hand, stood a man and a maid, he tall as Apollo, slender as a Greek God, handsome as night, with a won derful dark beauty; she fair as he was dark, sweet faced, petite and lovely, yet tearful withal. Tet they were not happy, for the girl had just spoken the words which brought the frown of displeasure to the 6row of the young man. "No, Erwin, we must say good bye. It is for the best. To-morrow mamma and I move out of the dear old house to go to the city where I must earn my bread. If papa had left us rich it would have been different, then we oh Erwin!" and the brave voice broke as the girl leaned her fair head upon the fence In front of the pretty house and wept, for the first time since her father had died, only one short week before. "But I tell you," said tlie young man, almost angrily, "I shall earn enough for ;both and more." "Your mother!" "Who cares what mother says? And in time, Alice, when she knows you better " "She has known me from childhood, and now she says that we must part, you to marry the heiress and I to go to the city and work. But, oh, I love you, Erwin."' "Say it again, my darling." "I love you love you I love you," panted the girl, lifting her head and almost , .brushing the young man's shoulder as she spoke, "love you bet ter than all the world. But you must go. Your mother says " And before he could speak or pre vent her she had dashed through the gate and up the gravel path and dis appeared into the house. "It's a shame!" ejaculated the young man. "But Alice need not think she . can escape me so easily. Marry the heiress! As if I could ever marry ' anyone - else after seeing her sweet face." As Erwin Wardman spoke he turned away from the cottage and walked to ward his own handsome home in the other part-of ! ttie village. Despite the difference? 'in their fortunes the Ward mans and the Neilsons had been friends all their lives -and it was understood that Erwin and Alice would marry some day. But when Mr. Neilson died, leaving his wife and child almost pen niless, the wise ones shook their heads, for well they knew the ambitious plans which Mrs. Wardman had cherished for her son. High up on a bluff in the finest part of the town lived the Montague fam ily, and every day the liveried coach man drove Miss Montague and her mother through the town. The towns people knew, and Alice knew, and all knew, that Miss Montague had looked with favor upon handsome Erwin Wardman, and it was for the heiress that his -mother intended him. Yet Erwin Wardman was a man and might have married the girl of his choice. That evening when Erwin Wardman went down to call upon Alice he found her gone and the house closed. "Strange she did not tell me she was going so soon," he muttered, and for the first time an angry thought came into his mind. "That was very unkind of Alice," said he. t Erwin did not know that his mother had sent word over to the Widow Neilson and her daughter Alice, offer ing them her horses and wagons for that afternoon to assist them in mov ing. Nor did he know that Alice's mother had said: "Perhaps we had better go to-day instead of to-morrow, daughter, since Mrs. Wardman has been so-kind as to send her horses and servants to help us." Alice sighed, for well she knew she would not see Erwin again. Two years passed. . Alice knew that Erwin had married the heiress for she had read all about CHILDREN'S : " Every boy and girl has seen the great . steam engines that carry hundreds of passengers in the great, comfortable coaches behind them, and go thunder t Jng along the iron rails, whistling a ''Bhrill warning to all to keep out of the way. And at this day, there are few girls and boys who have not had, at gome time or other, a ride on one of the . great Iron horses. Btf Ijow many of you ever saw a little railroad built especially for chil dren, with the cunningest little engine you ever saw, pulling the tiny cars be hind It? And Vet there are quite a number of such railroads. - You might call them toy trains, and yet they are big and strong enough to carry' fourteen or sixteen passengers, not dolls, either, but boys and girls. The-'.ar'e .certainly delightful toys. A , gentleman in Ireland once made one of- these fine toys for his children. With the t exception of the .engine, he made' the 'whole train nimself at odd moments he had to spare, and he even puC"he engine together at home. He prepared the way, laid the rails, made "ISN'T ( . -; War' ",,,." ' 1 f m m - d - jh m mm t. f ; 1 Jti "n I I Cartwright. It in the papers and she knew, that they were living in the old home. Two years more .passed. . y Time had dealt lightly with Alice, for she was still as - fair as a- lily. But you who knew her in the old days would never have recognized her now. Her step had lost its lightness and her voice was low and subdued, as of one who had suffered. Her abundant hair, once light and curling, was dark now from a terrible fever, and she wore It banded over her ears, like the hair of a saint. "Saint Cecelia" they called 'her. And Alice answered J to the name of- "Cecelia" among her new friends. It was October again. The leaves were once more dressed in the golden glory of Autumn, when Alice betook herself to Mayville. Her mother had died, and in a mournful little proces sion, formed by the hearse and one carriage, Alice had gone to the old village churchyard to lay the dear par ent by the side of the father. That evening Alice left the little boarding house in the village, where no one had known her, and went for a walk. Instinctively her feet turned toward the old cottage, and, before she real ized it, she stood upon the threshold of the happy old home. It was closed and the vines grew thick over the en trance. "Sad, sad," murmured she, turning away. "Mamma, mamma!" called a child- ish voice, and Alice turned to see a baby struggling at her dress and plead ing with outstretched arms to be lifted up, while a man pulled the child away. . ' ".- A sudden cry of "Erwin" sprang to her lips, but she bit it back. "I hope you will excuse my little boy, madame," said the gentleman, "but his mother has died only recently and there is something in your figure and looks which reminds him of- her." "Mamma, mamma!" called the child piteously. Lifting him tenderly Alice pressed him to her bosom. "Now, Erwin," said the gentleman to the child, "say good bye to the lady." " No, no!" said the child, struggling as his father attempted to take him. "I want mamma to go too." A bright idea occurred to Alice. She hesitated a minute. Yes, she would do it. She was so lonely now. "Will you hire me as a nursemaid?" she asked. "I am in Mayville looking for a situation." "Gladly," said the gentleman, "since little Erwin has taken such a fancy to you." All that autumn and all winter Alice lived in the Wardman household, for of course it was the elegant home of Erwin Wardman in which she found herself, and day after day she de voted herself more and more lovingly to the child, who loved her better than he had ever loved his haughty mother. If Alice seldom saw the master of the liouse it was her own fault, for she avoided him. And so two years passed, the little Erwin . nving and developing wonder fully under the gentle guidanceship of his beloved nurse. One morning in autumn Alice slipped away to visit the old house. There were people living in it now, but she walked to the gate and stood, looking down at the bright flowers within. "They are from the seeds I planted so long ago," she murmured, "and to think it is the anniversary of the day I left the dear old house forever mother and I." "Beg pardon; were you speaking?" Alice turned with a start, for the voice was that of Erwin Wardman, and there at her side he stood, looking at her with the tenderness he could no longer conceal in his eyes. "I knew you all the "time," he said "but I thought it was better not to speak then. Tell me, Alice, have you remembered the old days, too?" For answer she put her hand in his and the two walked down the street together in the glorified autumn sun shine. RAILROADS. the cross-ties, the turntable, and signal-box, built the sheds, and did every thing else that had to be done. . . It took, in all. over three tons of rails to lay the track; each rail being about fourteen feet long. Almost all of the cars are open, and can hold four or five passengers apiece. So with three cars, each having five passengers, and two on the engine, there are seventeen in all. It may be a little crowded but it is fun anyway, and perhaps more fun than if there were more room. Like all trains, this train has first, second, and third-class coaches, and to make even more fun, each passenger must- have a ticket if he wishes to travel. A ticket may be bought from "Bel more, one of the stations, .to Lime-tree; then if it is only good to Lime-tree, you must get out or else get another ticket to" take you further. Or, if you - want to go from the Lime-tree back to Bel more, you must have a fresh ticket. How fast can this toy. train go ? Or dinarily, with a fairly heavy load? the 1 IT TOO BAD WB MISSED THAT MOUSE I " THE HINDOO DAGGER. By Frank '- I happened to be stopping over night at a little hotel in the Berkshires when there happened a tragedy which I can not forget. 1'may say here that I am a detective in the regular employ of one of the largest detective agencies in the world. And that the errand -upon which I was bound was a private one. An unforseen railway occurrence left me stranded over night in the village of X, and having engaged a room at speed is about six miles an hour say, about as fast as -a horse trots. But when theehgine has no coaches to pull, it car go much faster. You may sit by the engine-driver on his little seat, and whizz through the air at the rate of ten miles an hour. Not that you could go ' ten miles the road is - not long enough for that.- Altogether it is about a quarter"-6f a mile long long enough to give the young passengers a delight ful ride. '" ' ' . - The engine is worked by levers which the young driver or engineer works back and forth. ' Naturally, you -would not expect a toy train to carry growh-up passengers, but this "one does. Not, of course, so many as if they were children; but it can take six comfortably; seven with out much difficulty, and eight at a pinch! - . . The engine-driver has a seat to him self, but he can make room for one be side him if- the train is crowded. Next to the engine is an open car a second-class coach; next behind it, the first-class a closed car with windows; and last of all, the third-class coach. There are up and. down hill grades on this wonderful railroad, and two quite f ' ' ' ' ' , " ' ' ' . "THERE UPON THE BED LAY A GIRL OF UNUSUAL BEAUTY, STONE DEAD." : - ; " 1 ' iMBfc Winters. the only hostelry in the place, I ' re tired early and enjoyed a good night's sleep. Next morning 1 arose and dressed myself, and no sooner had completed by toilet than I was aroused by a loud outcry In the next room. Opening my door I followed the direction of the cry and was joined by others from the floor below. The cry was continued, and on opening the door we saw an awful sight. sharp curves, where the little engineer must go carefully if he doesn't wish to upset his train of passengers. The engine is quite easy to work. It is weighted with lead in front, in order to make the wheels grip the rails firm ly. Otherwise the train might jump the track sometimes. In Central Park, New York City, a railroad similar to this one was built Just this past summer. For Ave cents you can have a pleasant ride between the green trees with the soft carpet of grass on either side of you. In the evening, there is a big lantern or lamp for a head-light; but this train does not run at late hours, as the chil-i dren are then boarding another train that carries them off to the pleasant Land of Dreams, by way of Sleepy Hol low and Shut-Eye Town. '. A QUESTION. -r:' It you were a poor little mouse And lived In a fine, big house. And knew, ol a pantry shelf , There upon the bed lay a girl of; un usual beauty, stone dead. Her - eyes' were wide open and staring, her fin gers were extended clawlike, and her head was twisted as though she had died in agony. Bending over her was a dark-haired woman who was crying out "Oh Eve lyn! -Evelyn, my daughterl Evelyn, wake-up! Speak to me!"; . Then turning toward us the woman said wildly: "I left her last night at her own request. She said she wished to sleep -alone. And this viiorning I hnd her dead, murdered, Evelyn, my daughter, speak!" And'-soVthe unhappy mother contin ued : to rave, while we took the girl from her arms and examined her to see if a spark of life remained. No, she had been dead many hours and we all saw at once that the hand" of" the murderer must have been'v4aid upon h-er soon after she- had fcetired the nlfelyt before. ; ' ',- When the physicians ; were called they gave the surprising .information that the girl had died of heart disease. No trace of a wound of any kind could be found upon her. She. had, quietly passed away of heart failure, they said. One eye was terribly bloodshot, show ing the rupture of a blood vessel in the brain. At this information the mother be came quieter and by afternoon she had made preparations to return to the city Where-you could always help yourself To the very daintiest food you know Now, tell me, would you go And have a feast-that's fit for a queen. And run the risk of being seen By a great, big cat with cruel claws, Who'd seize you in her monstrous jaws And eat you right up on the spot, Even though you begged her not? Or would you creep off to your bed, ' With saddened heart and aching head. And pangs of hunger gnawing so That you would weep the whole night . through ? ' PUZZLE. ; (Arrange the letters of the words in capitals so as to form one word which completes the sense of the s.1;ory.) One day RED WAD and his IS REST were having a game of KINE HAS DEED, when they" heard a band play ing some I TRIP COAT music. GONG FRET IT all about the game, they ran GAY WITH RATS to the PET ME VAN in front of their LIVE GAL home, to see if a DEAR PA were coming. But, much to their TEN-PIN SAID TOM P., when they reached the street they saw only a few men playing TOM OR BEN'S, and carrying on their backs 'TIS NEVER MET SAD for a new OR SET , ,v,' , . ANSWER TO LAST WEEK'S PUZZLE ' 1. 2. . 3. . 4. 5. 6. 7. ' 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18. U. Cape of Good Hope, Maryland. Hungary. Cape Farewell. j Cologne. . Wales. , f!-?.i Kissimmee, j "Lynchburg. Society Islands. Seine River. ' Cayenne.- . Chili. Scilly Islands. ' Sandwich Islands. Friendly Islands. Little Rock. ' . Onion River. ' Cork. Isle of Man. STRARGE , SOCKS. . In this, picture you see quite a won derful sight an Immense rock- balanced on a small point, and looking as if you might roll it off if tried to push it as you do the bis snow-balls you make with her daughter. I learned from the hotel keeper that they were summer guests and had been stopping there for several weeks. ; "Speak no ill of the dead Is a good rule," -said the proprietor, "but for tempers that dead girl had the worst one. I wonder how her mother- ever put -.rip with it, poor lady." - -' ""After the first the mother bore' the bereavement remarkably well ; and when it came time for them to go she had even a little color in her . face, though her eyes were haggard.' i Travelling alone and in the same direction I found that I could be of service to the afflicted woman and so, upon offer she readily accepted my services. Accordingly I assisted in ar ranging her baggage and, with her, took a last leave of the rooms. . , As we were stepping otrt into the hall, the coffin with the dead girl hav ing just been borne out, the mother, either from grief, or through accident, tripped and I caught her. As I did so I uttered a cry of pain. Looking down I saw that a tiny or nament which she wore upon - her chatelaine had become imbedded in my flesh. I pulled it slowly out - while a drop of blood followed and settled on the skin. "Oh, my Hindoo dagger," said she. hastily; "how careless of me. I should have folded it up." And then to my astonishment she pulled out of the tiny silvered case which was only three inches long, a slender needle of steel, fully a foot long, fastened together by curious links, which snapped together as she pulled the dagger out of the case. It was a marvel of Oriental work manship. Then, while I looked on, she refolded the dagger, snapping it together, link in winter, and roll all over the yard until they are bigger than yourself. But this rock would not move as easily as you think, for it is fastened as securely as if great iron spikes held it in place, and it has stood like this, balanced in mid-air, for many, many years, and still stands as firm as ever it did, despite wind and storm. Down by the side of the hill on which it stands is a road, and perhaps if you were driving along this road, you might feel as you have imagined Christian did in "Pilgrim's Progress," as you have looked at the picture where he gazes in fear at the terrible mountain over him, expecting it to fall upon him every sec- OIBut, like him, you would find that it did not fall from its place. The name of this strange rock is Bal ance Rock, and it is to be found in the Garden of the Gods in Colorado. If you should happen to be near It when a storm arose, you could find dry shelter under this great over-hanging "BALANCED IN MID-AIR, 7 ' . 1 - . after link, as one closes a pocket knif e I never saw such curious workman- V ship except upon a slender steel rules which had been given me in India. She seemed much confused at the , accident and blamed herself for mx hurt. , That afternoon I rode- beside her fa the train . and talked with her upon various topics. .-Yes, the dead girl had been her only companion.-- It was very sad, She had -wired-- ahead for relax tives to .meet, her iin Boston Suddenly, -and -without preliminaries, I . Picked up the tittle -charm which hung at her belt ' and saidf . "Is this; the instrument you killed- your daugh ter with? Show me how" y'pu jabbed it into her eye." She looked at me horrified.' " "I know all about it," I said. "You might as well confess." The w-retched woman gasped. "You were in the next room; did you see?" I felt sure of my ground so I nodded "Yes." - - , "I couldn't help it," she murmured; "couldn't help it. She was so fiendish and I depended upon her. ,t "I will tell you the story. Evelyn was my step-daughter. Did you not know it? Her father ' married me when she was a baby and I brought her up. She was always a disagree able child, but I loved her. "When her father died he left all his fortune to her at my request, and I was to live with her as long as X lived. "I urged him to make this will, sura that Evelyn would respect his wishes. Yet no sooner was he dead than she turned upon me and told me to" leave the house. In vain I pleaded with her. She was a fiend. She called me names and told me that I was no bet ter than a pauper. God knows how, she abused me. "Last summer she was ill and I of fered to nurse her. She brought me up here with " her, for her father's money was left her for her own dis posal without clause, and I took care of her while she rode and drove and got strong. "Last week she was pronounced out of the physician's care and next week we were to have gone home. Or at least she was to have gone home, but I had no place to go. That day she had told me that she would have na more use for me after next week. "I pleaded with her for the money was as much mine by right as her's, but she laughed at me. Her mother was a heartless woman, so her father once told me, and Evelyn could not be expected to be any better. "Last night I asked her for money to travel out to the home of a sistec who would care for me, and she re fused. She told me that J could, earn the money or go without. "She sat up in bed railing at m and calling me names. Then she got out of bed to get something off the bureau. I caught hold of her and begged her to reconsider. She raised her hand to strike me, I think, but she slipped, and fell forward! My dagger was open. It is broken and falls open sometimes, and as she fell she struck her face against It. She cried out with pain: 'It is my .eye,' she said; 'oh Mother,' calling me- by the name she uses when she is In trouble. "But I, maddened by the sound which' smote my ear like a mockery, repulsed her. Then the Devil entered my soul. With my hand upon her to push her off, I seized her by the hair and held her fast while with the other hand I drove the dagger straight through-her eye and into her brain. "It was all over in a minute." She gave a cry which I smothered with my hand. Then she straightened out con vulsively and I held her fast. .As she writhed I pushed the needle further in my frenzy. '-its.?. "With her eyes still staring-r afe-me she stiffened out and after she had ceased to struggle, I drew out the dag ger and lifted her on the bed and cov ered her up. "Then I went to my own room. "All last night I lay awake waiting for morning. "This morning I entered the -room, lifted the sheet and made a great out cry. The rest you know." The story of the awful murder , ot Evelyn White is still fresh in the an nals of a certain State. But the , part I played in the matter was kept quiet. -Through my influence the wretbhed woman was persuaded to confess to tha police and give herself up to justice. In the days awaiting her execution -she had every luxury; for by nee hu band's will all the property Was t come to her, on the death of her step daughter. -lio . ::. mass of solid rock. '"".'" This Garden of the Gods is a won derful place, and contains very many curious things. Its many rocks seem to be of all sizes and shapes that yoa can think of. , . -r Some of them look like bears; others like horses; some like old men and women; others like little children at play; dogs, cows, sheep, all sorts o4 animals seem to stand out before you in these rocks, they are of such curioua shapes. : - And their size is wonderful, too. Soms are as large as houses. v. There is one kind of rock nere that is especially odd. It is called the mush room rock. These rocks are shaped just exactly like the mushroom and toad-stools you find in gardens, and are large enough for umbrellas for a giant. " " --.J-".-4 f The fairies might have" many ' grand balls on such toad-stools. i'. . -' What a very interesting-picture gal iery this Garden must be! : OB MANY. MANY YEARS,' t 1 T 1 - .?