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If My WlfbTatMftt School.
?l !Ji utrteii. I'd fiau from the Pu
p natives around Jloga-
Jf my wlfo taught itcliool "
I would, wouUiu't you?
Iinny way what would you do?
.ll?MS Wtfe tflU'' "OllOOl I WOUld Bt
boiwetlilijjr flu la tbe shape of a furniture
IX I opuld pay By bourd and sho could pay
ercarii4'OD1 maDy Dtc0 llttl t,,UJ 1 CUN
Jf my wlfo taught Rohool,
I would, wouldu'tyou?
I-r wouldn't yuhr
Anyway what would you do?
If my wlfo taujrht school you can tot I would
IJVo a condor, I'd roost pretty mlddltu' hlirlu
J d wear a Bilk tlio and own uoRses. 1 vow.
And do lot o' tlilnun Hint I ain't coin' now.
If my wife taught school,
I would, wouldn't you?
r.f wouldn't villi?
Anyway what would you do?
If my wlfo tnusrht school like fome women do
And I could earn Quito enough for us two.
J d jro In the barnyard, without auy fuss,
I wuu l blow out my brain with ablirbluiv
1 f my wife to tight school,
1 would, wouldn't your
tr wouldn't yuh?
Aay wuy what would vou do?
JOE ROGER'S MOTHER.
If yon have never been in the vallev
of the Tennessee I mean that part of
the famous valley that stretches south
westward from tho great Sand Mount
ain to the picturesque table lands of
Mount Sauo you have missed a scene
.fairest of all in that country of fair
scenes. I will not attempt to describe
it I can not do it justice. No ono
can. It is the paradise of North Ala
bama, and iu the heart of that far
Southern district, devastated by war,
and yet, thanks to its protecting bul
wark of mountains. St-s pleasant homes
and well tilled lands, escaped almost
Not many mile to the north is Look
out Mountain nnd tho battle-fields of
Mission llidge and Chickamauga. Fur
ther to the south nnd west, on the same
great trunk line that passes within the
shadow of tho heights on which Hooker
fought the "battle in the clouds,11 is
that already famons young city of
phenomenal growth, Decatur, and be
yond that tho uew Sheffield and war
But while this corner of the great
valley saw little of either blue coats or
gray except, perhaps, an occasional
foraging party that chance led away
from the railroad and into tho garden
land between the big hills the valley
gave its best blood for the cause of the
Confederacy, and sons and brothers
left the cotton unpicked in tho Held to
join Brairg and his gathering hosts
across the border lino of Tennessee, or
to follow the fortunes of Morgan or
Stuart on their cavalry raids to the
Back from the 'Tennessee, in a cove
Erotected from-tho corthers by the
road back of Monte Sano, n hardy
monntaiu farmer bad built a house of
uncut stone. a poor place at best, but
a home for the sake of what was in it.
It was not a ty ideal Southern borne.
for tho good wife and mother was
housekeeper, dairymaid and gardener
all in one. while the two strapping
bovs, with their (father, did the work
Which on other plantations fell to the
task of the negrolaves. At the 'near
est store, at Mayville.old John Rogers
was. with indiscriminate courtesy.
dubbed "Colonel." Why, he never
knew, Perhaps uo one else did. kven
before the war .military titles were
popular iu Dixie, Now tbey aro all
colonels. So few 'privates escaped tho
"Among the negrocs"Colonel".Jhn
was looked upon with some disdain.
A man who worked"' his farm with
out a single black "boy1 was not likely
to win the resptct-of "the quarters at
tho big plantation on the river, larm
. erswho worked were "ooor-ah whito
trash" in those days of easy indolence.
But "Colonel'1 John thrived for all
i that, and never a home in all the broad
valley was happier in the little cove
itinder the shadow of Monte Sano.
News travels slowly in the country.
!ln those days few newspapers found
(their way into the Tennessee Valley of
Alabama, and the first shock of war at
Fort Sumter was too far away to affect
the tranquility of the people by the
great river. Then came the frantic
rail for troops by the government at
Jaontgomery, and the great valley was
at last awakened to the horrors of war.
A recruiting, office was opened at
Iiuntsville, ten miles away, on tho
other side of Monte Sano, and hus
bands ami fathers and sons left their
homes and people went away to the
waa The valley of the Tennessee was
desolate. The negroes went blocking
northward in search of the Army ot
emancipation, and the cotton was left
in tho bolls to spoil. There came a
timewhen even food was scarce, and
beef was worth its weight in the
strango new scrip the Confederate
covwriment had issued.
4 Colonel'1 John fared worse than
man, although for months after tne
boys l the lower vaucy naa gono
away into Tennessee his sons yielded
to the iwish of the old folks and stayed
at home. The time came, however,
when honor compelled them to go, and
thev went; but tho eyes of the aged
mother vero wet with tears and the
face of tlio white-haired "Colonel11
John wis etrangelv old wbcu they
bade their boys gootf-by.
There are brave hearts hero at home
who remember those sad farewells,
when the boys iu blue went far away
to light atxl die on these Southern
battlefields. There were the fiimo sad
partings iu nuiuy a Southern home.
And the war left hundreds of decimatea
families in that fair valley.
Months passed, and then years.
-Occasionally letters from tho absent
soldier boys came to. the old folks in
the cove, but Ihey were few und very
ar betveMi. They had gone nortii
and enlisted in the Arojy or Virginia.
1'bejr had been at Bull Kim. ami had
been on the Poniuiulu iu the checker
board operations of MoCtellan's cam
paign. The latest letter; scribblod In
encil and wjitten in haste, nnd read
a that Jitlle homo with aching yet
thankful hearts, told of good hoaitli
and Confederate success. Side by srlo
tho brothers had fought, as yet unhurt. ,
How tliw were 0 wilu co into tbe
land of promto tho rich, corn-growing
valleys of Pennsylvania.
Gettysburg came, and tho Army . of
Virginia, ..rudely awakened from its
victorionsf security, was hurled back
across Maryland and into Virginia
sgaia by the military genius of Meade.
Iu the carnage of the first day tlio older
brother was killed. The younger,
while retreating with his decimated
regiment froiu au unsuccessful charge,
was taken' r 16 iv?r.-- In company with
several other Alabama soldiers, young
Iiogers, even then n mere boy. was
brought to Philadelphia, and from
there sent to Fort Delaware ns a pris
oner of war. There he remained" un
til the surrender of Lee at Appomattox
Court House. ' V
Tbe sad news of the battle of Gettys
burg was slow in - reaching the little
home by Monte Sano, but when it did
come it broke; the .spirit of "Coloner1
John and turned still whiter tho head
of the sweet-faced mother: for it was
said that iu the battle both boys had
fallen under tlio shower of Federal
balls. It was not long beforo there
was a "burying'1 from the house in tho
cove, ami tho body of Colonel'1 John
was laid to rest among tho pines he
loved so well.
And tho mother? Sho too would
gladly havo died, but nature was too
strong. Tho time came, moreover,
when she was glad that death had
spared her. for there came to her from
far away Fort Delaware a letter from
her surviving boy, telling of the older
brother's death and tho younger one's
Imprisonment. She road the letter
many times, nnd as tho tears rolled
down her unken cheeks she fell on
hex knees and thanked God that cue
sen at least had been spared to her. A
sudden resolution possessed her. She
wonld leave tho little homo in tho cove
and go away to the North. She would
go to Fort Delaware, and they would
not refuse to let a mother see' her son
even a "Confederate" mother. Once
she had lookul upon his face again she
would have courage to wait for his
Traveling was slow. Weeks passed
before sho was enabled to get through
the opposing lines aud into Washing
ton. At last, dying from want, sorrow
and fatigue, she stood in tho command
ant's rooms at Fort Delaware with
written permission to see and speak
with the boy she loved so well.
They tell" sad stories of Fort Dela
ware in the South. They call it tho
Libby Prison of the North. I don't
like to believe it. Neither do you.
They say that after a certain engage
ment tho Northern generals accused
the Confederates of outrageous cruelty,
and in retaliation a score or more
prisoners were taken from the fort and
Iguominiously hanged. Perhaps they
were mistaken, nnd that thero were
better grounds for hanging than that.
By some means n rumor had gained
credence in the prisoner's barracks
that something of the kind was to take
place, while the impression prevailed
that special vengeance was to be meted
out to the soldiers of Alabama, because
of alleged outrages committed by regi
ments from that state. Young iiogers
was not n coward, but he had no desire
to meet so unsold ierly a death. With
that iuventive genius whicli develops
so rapidly among those held in con
finement, tho prisouers in Rogers1
"gang" dug out tho stonework and
earth under ono of the banks, and thus
secured not only a comparatively safe
hiding place for pilfered provisious,
but also for one or more of their num
ber when occasion demanded that they
should keep under cover for a time.
The rumor that retaliatory measures
were in order strnck consternation to
many a bravo heart, and when, for any
reason, n Federal orderly came to the
prisoners1 barracks and called the
name of "JoSnny . Reb," there was a
general feeling fof misgiving, and an
effort made, when possible, to discover
for what purpose the prisoner was
wanted before answering to his namo.
So that when one da 3- tho barracks
wero excited to a fever point by the
ealling of a dozen names or more, and
the namo of "Joe Rogers" rang with
startling distinctness in the cars of
that young Alabamian.'ho did not wait
to bo seen, but hurriedly crawled into
the "grub" hole nnd held his breaih
for fear of discovery nnd the conse
quences that would follow. Three
times tho orderly called.
'.'Jee Rogers! Joe Rogers! Joo Rog
ers!" rang through the long corridor.
Tlieu the prisoners crowded around,
.and tho orderly seemed to bo unaware
that Rogers had failed to answer to his
name. Ho went away, and on tho rec
ords it was written that Joe Rogers
had been .transferred as even the
officers thought to bo hanged.
A Had look came over the face of tho
commanding officer when tho white
haired woman gave him the slip of
paper that to Jier'moant so much.
"Rotors is uot hero now,1' he said
Siie looked at him, dazed by tho in
telligence. "Not here?"
"No; he has been .transferred.'1
The officer had a heart.
"I I do not know," ho said. He
could not toll the sad-eyed woman
what he believed to Ikj tho'truth.
But he cnuid not deceive her.
"Ho is dead!" she cried, wildly, and
tottering forward she clasped her
hands across her breast and sank into
"My poor boy! ho sobbed. "I
loved "you too. and yet I was too late!"
Tho parched lipn closed over tho sad
grey ejus; the tired head fell forward;
the nervom lingers relaxed their hold.
Come,1' said the officer kindly,
"you must go now. 1 cau not permit
rou to remain here."
There was no answer.
"I am waiting" he began, and then
he paused nbruptlj'. Something strange
in n&r appearance startled him, and he
stooped down nnd peered into her face.
As he did so tears came into his eyes.
The 'sweet-faced mother would never
see tho valley of tho Tenuesseo again.
She was dead.
News flies in jails as it flies else
where. In his hiding-place that night
young Rogers was told the slory of his
mother's death. Strong man though
he was, the shock was almost more
than ho could bear, and he grieved
bitterly at the thought that, even dead,
he might not look upon her face, but
he was jjl.id for on thing. There
were k!nJ hearts among the boys in
blue, and they took the body of the
dead mother across to New Castle, and
there in' the old church yard reveren
tially laid it to rest. .
Rogers ma-uagud to escape detection'
ifor the few weeks remaining before the
close of the war. After tho surrender
he was liberated' aud returned to Ala
bama. There he lives und there I met
him. He told me this story, and I
repeat it becnuso it comes so near
homo. It interested me and I think it
will jon. -Philadelphia News.
STARTIMG A PIPE LIME.
Exciting Phenomena Attending th Keif
Flau for the Transportation of Oil.
When tho first pipe line was started
in its work of conveying oil from the
vicinity of the wells in "Pennsylvania
to the seaboard sonio peculiar phenom
ena were noted. Tho prospect that
oil may 6oou bo transported iu a sim
ilar manner to Denver, not only from
Morrison, but also from tho Florence
oil fields, will add interest to tho
recital of these phenomena. The story
is told by John Ward, one of the
watchmen on duty along the new pipe
line. He was cautioned to watch a
certain hollow where tho pipe, coming
over one eminence, passed down
through it nnd up over a mountain to
Hi tells how ho heard tho oil gur
gling past, nnd as all seemed safe he
followed the lino two miles beforo
turning back into this hollow. He
"Imagine my astonishment when I
saw the place I had left a short time
beforo so tamo now hissing at ten
thousand points. Jets of oil were fly
ing twenty feet high nnd hundreds of
barrels were flowing down Hiner's
Run, never to see n market.
"I thought the pipe was gone np,
sure. At first I was afraid to approach
it. but soon grow valiant, and with a
calking chisel I set to work to stop tlio
leaks. I made poor headway; it was
a dark night and I dared have uo light.
I had taken off my coat, the whizzing
oil carried away my hat, nnd I very
soon became drenched with oil. My
pockets, my hair and my eyes were
full, and if I was not then an "oil man I
would like to know what constitutes
ona. I at length grew sick, and sup
posed I would have to give up and all
would be lost, and instead of an out
pressure I could hear an in-drawing, a
suction of air.
"I now realized the fact that the oil
had been climbing the up-grade, but
jvas now on the descent for Pine Bot
tom Run. This caused a suction and
relieved the hollow at the springs.
"I again waited some timo. when I
reseived word to hasten to Huneyville.
that the pipe was bursting. When I
arrived there the people were greatly
excited. The pipe was throbbing and
wheezing at every pore. McClure
Spring was nowhere. Tho oil was
sponling from the pipe for miles. I
knew from experience that tho oil had
reached and was climbing another
high mountain, and the pressure was
so great that 1 feared every moment
the pipe would burst.
"Wo all stood still and looked on.
Suddenly, as quick as thought, all
motion ceased except a sucking in of
air, aud I heard the oil passing rapidly
along the pipe. I knew that it hail
crossed the last mountain and that the
oil Hue was an established fact.11
Tho Coming Ocean tt earner.
Here is a very clever picture from
the Pall Mall 'Gazettir. She will be
over a quarter of a mile in length, and
will do the nass:ige from Sandy Hook
to Liverpool in thirty-six hours, being
one night out. She'will be driven by
electricity and in such a fashion as to
keep railway time despite storm or fog.
Passage can bo secured by flash
photo Edison's patent and the ticket
will include an opera stall or a concert
ticket or a seat in a church pew. the
opera house, concert hall and church
being all on board. A covered ring
for horse exercise will bo provided aud
a racing track for fast trotters. A
base ball ground and tennis courts will
also form a portion of the attractions.
For business men a stock exchange
will be operated, the quotations being
posted from .the tickers every two
minutes, on tho vibration system. The
leading papers of all countries will be
reprinted each morning by tho electric
A spacious conservatory, containing
the choicest flowers of all climates,
will afford an agreeable lounging place,
and bouquets will be provided gratis.
As at Monaco aud Monte Carlo, a suite
of apartments will bo laid out for play,
to bo kept open all night a sumptuous
supper with the costliest wines free.
English tailors and shoemakers will be
in attendance, and clothes will be
made and finished il 11 ring the passage.
The millinery department will con
tain the French fashions of the previous
day, and costumes will bo confectoned
whilo the ship is en route and delivered
complete on arrival at dock. Accom
modation will bu furnished for 10.000
A Story of Josh Killings.
A few years ago, riding up town in
a Madison Avenue car, T was seated
opposite the,ge.nlleman who is best re
membered ns Josh Billings. Tlio rear
platform was somewhat crowded, and
in the course of our ride ono of the
passengers stepped off and on several
times, iu order toassi a; tho lady passen
gers. Finally, when the car "was just
comfortably filled, and tho courteous
gentleman had taken his seat inside.
Josh ",fugs, seeing an opportunity
for a joke, beckoned to tho conductor,
and pointing to tlio stranger, said,
"Don't vuu chariro for nrerv ride on
"Yes, sir.11 answered he.
"Well, Pvo seen that fellow get or
this car six times, and you have col
lected only one fare from him.1' 11T
Walldorf and the A tors.
The little town of Walldorf, neat
Heidelberg, where John Jacob Astor,
tho first, was born, has received, ac
cording to the German 'papers, 60.000
murks from William Walldorf Astor.
The money is to bo applied the Astor
memorial in the memory of Mr. Astor's
father. William Walldorf Astor has
been elected an honorary citizen 0 the
Tho squire called attention to tbe ex
cellent shooting and tho rare sport they
would havo at Christmas time.
I "X UU. you,' warming to hia subject,
I "the snlpo bwarra there like .bees. Why,
there wo one Winter here was it. latt
winter, now?'1 niodititively." "Norah,
what whiter wcu it that tlio snipe were so
plentiful round here?"
"it was tire winters ago," , says tbo
Duchess, with a little nod. .
"Five? Was it now? Well, there's noth
ing so deceiving as time! Anyhow," turn
ing again to Leuia, "whatever winter it, was
they were as thick as peas, and bo tame you
could sweep them them oIT the hall door
steps in the morning!"
This astounding announcement is given
without a Llush. Deuis, who is delighted
with it, and the teller of it, ' laughs out
'Ah I you may lauh If you like; but wo
know, don't we, Norah?" giving his
daughtor's ear a loving pinch. Nbrah re
mains disci eotly nilout.
"Sha doesn't,1' fcuya Denis mlschiovously,
looking at her with such persistency that
he gains his poiut and compels thoso 6woot,
expressive eyes to seok his own.
"What! Duchess! Turniag traitor?'1 cries
the sqa'ro, catching Lor hand and pulling
her forward. "Why, do.i't you know yet,
after all I've taught you, that when your
father tells a terra-diddle it is your duty to
lack him up! Alas! tho hours I've wasted
ou your education! You must excuso her,
sir, " turning to Donis with an irresistible
air of apology, "tho is still sadly deficient
In many little ways!"
Anl frrnce that won who saw to wish bet
Latt night somo rain had fallen, short
and youthful showers, leaving small ruin la
their tra k, and landing a deeper brilliancy
to branch and Lough and waving grasses,
that all look the fresher for their midnight
"Green trrovr tho rudies, O 1M
Merrily, blithely, skim tho swallows
through the velvet air! Coo! Coo! sigh the
wood doves from the dark entrances to tho
plantations beyond; and through all and
above it tomes the swish-swish of tho waves
as they break upon tho beach far down bo
low. A heavy bunch of creamy roses, wet still
with glistening rain drops, is flung by a
email bat unerring l and at the casement of
Delaney's room. It is as yet early morn
ing, aud Denis, coming to the window in
answer to this perfumed command, stands
revealed in his shirt slocves, aud armed
with two brushes that have as yet hardly
succeeded in reducing his hah to order.
"Como out! Come outl" cries a fresh,
sweet voico. "What! Uot dressed yet?
Why, what do you think I havo already
done? I'vo been down to tho beach. I
have bad a swim. I have come back again
and am now regowncd ! Oh, what a lazy
boy ycu are!1'
Indeed, it may all very well bo true. So
sweet a picture tho makes, looking ud at
him with her pretty head thrown back, and
her face, fresh as tho morning and as a
"I'll bo out in a moment,11 says he, not
without a thought of his present rath?r or
thodox costume; but suc h thought he allows
after a swilt glance at her is a cruol wa-sto
of time. There is n mock modesty alout
her; no mausive houto anywhere. Is he not
ber cousin, and U not a cousin a sort of
"You should have been cut an hour ago.
Ths au then was delicious. Ilurry now,
do, and put on your coat, and we'll have a
run before breakfast. Hero," flinging him
a rosebud, "put that in your button-hole,
ana hurry, hurry, hurry!"
Taere is scarcely nood for such injunc
tion. Never in his life b(ore did he hurry
through his toilet in such frantic haste; and
presently he had his reward. Long, long
years afterward he cw recall to mind the
strange, will, happy senss of utter enjoy
ment that clung round that morning hour
spent with her, ere tho daw was lifted from
the flowers or tho heart of tho day was
Then comes breakfast a merry meal as
neither tlie squire nor his daughter can re
frain from giving way to a spontaneous
gayety that airects one sympathetically,
and draws one into tho swift current of its
own sprlghtliness. And after breakfast
there is half an hour with tho squire, who
insists upon his guest following him round
tho extremely untidy farm yard and giving
his opinion upon this and that. And then
there is tho Duchess to cope with for tho
rest of the delicious, lazy, sultry afternoon,
t "You play tennis?" asks Denis, idly,
when they havo sauntered through tho old
world garden, and g.itherod themselves in
a desultory fashion a very ideal bouquet.
.' "Yes! Oh! yos," with a brightening
"Have you a court?"
The Duchess colors.
"A a sort of one," sho confesses. "I"
hanging h.r head, "I'm afraid it isn't tho
kin I of c no to which you have been ac
customed." That this is probable a second's reflection
assures Denis, but he refrains from saying
,' "Load on!" he says instead, with a severe
glaico. "You ore evidently trying to,
sh'rk tin contest, and I am bent (I warn
you) on giving you a beating that will lust
your lifetime" 4
"An! So!" cries the Duchess, nor Irish
blood taking flro iit once, fcr.etful of her
lato fears. "Como on, th?n!"
' Tho court, when In co.nos to it half ro
luctantly led thereto by tho Duclnss, whoso
desire for battle ha t eoo'.ed again as tho
man h ' commenced, knowing what tho in
tended field loo'i.'d lilio is of so unusual an
appearance that it needs all his self -command
and gmxl breeding to keep him from
evincing his Btirpriso. It is indeed inennt
for a court bccau.i it is portion d oir by an
extremely rustle railing from tho field bo
yond a stubby field yet but for tho rail
ing it might have belonged been part aud
panel of the stubby fiold. In fact it was
"It is horrid; yon won't like to play on
it!" says tho poor little Duchess, plaintive
ly, who had Ikvii enduring agonies ot shame
on tho way hither. Thsro is indeed such a
wealth of misery in her expression as would
have made a worse man swear ho would
plaf in it or die,
"In that your plan of gotting out of your
beating?" says Denis, scornfully, waving
his racket on high. "If so it's a vain one,
tny good child; you'll pet it in spito of all
your efforts to tho contrary. Co.no, lot's
begin. I thirst for the fray!"
If this indeed be tho truth his thirst is
considerably quenched after tho first
draught. Tho ground may l-o bad nay, it
is inconceivably so; the I alls abominable:
but the Duchess, ot all events, is a:i tinccn
querable foe. Now bre, now there sh
darts, suift as a flash f ligefing, taking
hli hardost balls nsthcuxh th'r were child'i
rliy to her; giving him bulU impossible Id
affect "taking tho shins out of aim1' alto
gether, as they say down here.
Is sb a spirit, or an Imp, or a girl? Was
thars ever so light-footed a creature, or one
so saro of her stroke? And was there ever
one who at the end of a set (won literally oU
her own bat) could look so cool, so lovely,
so little triumphant?
"You're a swindle!" says Denis, who Is
as hot as she is cool, as crimson as she is
pale. "You are," changing his tune, "a
marvellous creature!" He says this in a
pasting tone, from where he has flung him
self exhausted on the grass. It is no joke,
you see, playing a single game ou a hot day.
in July. "Why don't you look surprised?' 1
he goes on. "You might, .if only for gen
erosity's sake. Why don't you jeer at me?
Aro you not proud of yourself?"
"Woll, no," says tho Duchess, mildly.
"To tell you the trnth, I generally boat
Douis, as if amusol by this naive remark,
which i3 rich in truth; gives way to sudden
"You'll bring them down a peg or two at
the Castle," ho says, inadverteutjy. Then
"Don't sit so far away from mo over thero;
you might as well lo In the next county.
Ccnvi over here and enjoy with me the
shade of tliij hospitable tree. I'd go to
you, only you havo knocked mo up so com
pletely." "Poor thing!" says tho Duchoss, wfth
deep compassion. 8he comes to him at
once and slips down on the gvas beside
him, and generously pulls out a corner of
her gown that he n.ay rest his head up
"Who thought you to play tennis in that
masterly stylo!'" he n'sks, when he has sofc
tltxi himself comfortably, and as closo to
her as circumstances will permit. "I
thought you told mo you had no neigh
bors:'" "What a melancholy thought! We are
not quite so destitute as all that I think
what I said to you was, that thoro were no
young men here; but thoro aro plenty of
girls. That," with a little laugh, 4s bad
enough, isn't it, without adding to it?"
"I don't think girls could teach you to
play as you do."
"Woll, thero are somo old men, too. Dad
can take .r.ost balls, and the rector fa no
mean foe. And Lord Kilgarrilf, when he
is at home, gives me lessons; but he is so
"Lord KllgarrifT," turning lazily on his
elbow to look at hor; "who is ho? Another
"Tho oldest wo have. I remember him
quite as loig as I can remembar anything."
("Old fogy evidently," thinks the young
man, with an umonscious pkawo in thus
thinking.) "Where is he now?" aloud.
"Abroad. Soraowhore in Germany. I
forget tho name of the town. There was a
professor of something or other there whom
he wished to see."
("if usty old pedant beyond doubt,1 de
cides De'aney, still carrying out that first
satisfactory tram of thought) "Book
worm, I suppose," he says civilly, if su
perciliously. "That sort is generally a
bore, don't you thiuk? One can hardly
fancy an old fellow devoted to his 'Aldmes,
Ikkh nis, Elzevirs,1 wielding tho frivolous
racket. By the by, how old is he? Old
enough to bo your grandfather oh?"
"Well hardly, perhaps," with a
treacherous uncertainty of tone. "Let m
see. On nis last birthday he was, I am
almost sure "
"N o. Twenty-five!"
"What!" says her cousin, sitting rright
and coloring warmly. Then, as though the
absurdity of his extreme astonishment
strikes him, ho sinks back again into his
former position and alters the expression of
his face. "I fancied him a modern Methu
saleh. I scarcely know why," he says in
dLTerent'y. "A friond of my uncle's
rather than yours,"
"His father was dad's greatest chum
down here. They were at college together
and when he died a yea.' ago dad liettM
after him very much. Otho is now tlSo
Otho! Somehow the word, so sweetly
uttorbu, ro plainly familiar, grates upon his
"He Is abroad," he says abruptly. "For
"No, ho returns next week 11
"How do you know:'"
"lie told mo so in his lost letter," roplied
ISiltnca follows thbi ordinary answer.
Denis, lying Lack with his hands clasped
behind his head is, to all appearance, gaz
ing with rapt attention at tho pale white
clouds ' floating in the dazzling blue of the
sky overhead; and yet and yet what is
this curious sons of di; satisfaction, this
contraction of tho heart, that is almost a
pain? It is shnrp enough at all events ta
rouso him to a clear understanding of his
own position, and with tho rush of memory
comoi back the knowledge that ho of all
men has no right to foci anything but un
concern about tho girl's alTairs this lovely
child, who, whilst he Is working out the
right and wren j of it all, is employing her
little idle brown fiugcrjupon tho adornment
of his head.
. Surely it is true that
"arnn tin Is somo mischief still for Idle hands
to do "
Through and through the few short hairs
that his ba: bet- hns letthim sho is threading
pieces of grasi, pulling them out again and
re-arranging them as fancy dictates, care
Donis, with this new strange fear in his
beart, lifts fis own hand and, taking hen
"don't too mkb it!"
from his head, puts It away from him with
a Spartan determination.
"Do you know," ho says, Bharply, with
a rather forced smile, "that that the effect
of your fingers going in and In like that is
is mad 'enlug?"
"I'f.r.'f you like it?" osks she, genuine
surprise In her tone, fihe stoops over him
and gaze Into hli half averted face as if to
nMsure herself that ho realty can moan it.
"Why. Otho loves It! Ho says it is sooth
ing as a cigarefto."
"I am not Otho. It does not soothe me,"
says DenLi, with that unnatural assumption
of pleasantry. ".So far from it that I lo
lieve a continuant 0 of a, wouU be danger-
sns for me not for you," onfllnj;
As though to place temptation beyond hit
reach, he seizes upon his hitherto discarded
hat, and with quite a heroio air crushes la
down upon his head, lot even to his brow.
"Oh, you needn't lecture me about it,
lays the Duchess, with a ' little offended!
glance from under her long lashes; "and
you needn't put on ytnr hat. like that I
am not going to touch' you. I don't wona
to stick straws in your hair, believe ma I
Was merely doing it to please you because
Otho says "
"Oh! confound Otho!" intarpctos hor
cousin, impulsively; and a second later
covered with conf usion. What in neaveaja
name is the matter with him this moraihgr
What must she think of him? The enormrwr
of his misdemeanor is clear to hhn: but it J$
not so 'clear as to how he shall apologize for
it; how .. explain away his unreasonable
burst of irritation about what has, or at all
events should have, no element of - annoy
ance about it? Whilst stricken with t&
niorso he is castiog about him for somo de
cent excuse to offer for his conduct the
Du( hoss, striking boldly Into the situation,
makes an end of it
"You are cross," she says calmly, re
garding him with a judicial eye. 4Yom
aro indeed," with sovere moaning, "ex
tremely queer altogether. Do you thinlc
tho sim is too hot for you, or tlio flies tq
troublesome? If you think you are gofnii;
to have a sunstroke or or anything of
that sort, I should bo glad if you would!
givo mo timely warning." It is evident
that she is rather dlsgustel with bim.
"I fling myself upon yonr grace's
mercy," returned he with a smile that is
very imploring in spite of tho lightness of
his tone. "If you will believe me I don't
know what is the matter with ma " Thi
is strictly true. "I have,' I suppose, a
wretched temper, and I lost it, aud "
"And a very good thing, too," cries sho,
gayly. "If it is so wretched as you say
you may le congratulated on. your lass.
ThiTe, don't look so miserable. I forgfvs
"It 13 more than I deserve then. By and!
by," taking tho little hand he had so rudoly
repulsed anil tenderly smoothing it, "you)
will remember me only as an ill-tempered)
fellow who "
"No! No, indeed 1" sweetly. "You
must not think that Shall I tell you some
thing?" bending down and looking at him
with such a lovely, earnest gaae. "I like
you already already, mind you much
better than any ono I have ever yet met
Always excepting dad, of courne "
"AVhatl Better than Kilgarriff?" aBkf
he, unable to refrain from this question.
"A thou-and times better V frankly.
"Though, indeed," with sudden contritldn,
"you must understand that I am very fond
of Otho, too."
Delaney, who is watching hor with eagei
eyes, sighs impatiently, Ob, that she vjc1;a
a littlo less frank, a little more reserved.
He would that he could have seen some,
faint hesitation in her tone, the lightest sus
picion of a blush upon her pretty cheek.
But there is none nothing.
And then once again comes the rush r4
memory, and with it tho new fear and the.
angry self -contempt.
Why should he wish her loss frank!
What should be hoped from, any new-bora
shyness? Has he forgotten honor, every
thing, in two short days and part Of
third? It is all a more touch of folly, 0
veritable mid.ummer madness. He wil
fling tho thought of it for from him.
But alas! alas! this is easier said than
And in the rilent watches of the sleoplosi
night, when most things are laid bore i
us, be knows that at last fair love haf
caught him in its toils, and that for weal 01
woo nay, woe, for a certainty! ho is S
slave for evermore. At the feet of her tt6
hvX a fow days ago was as nothing to himj
his heart lies wounded stricken hopelQsa
Mr vnlor U certainly going! it Is sneaktns
"nistl Norahl1? says the squire, in j
subduod tone, putting his head cautioustj
outside the door cf his own favorite dd
and beckoning her to como in, great nrys
tery in all his bearing. Drawing her in hi
closes the door carefully behind bim anj
regards her with an anxious eye.
It is tho next morning and there is muck,
sign of an embarrassed mind about th
squire. He looks puzzled, "perplexed in
the extremo,1' end his hair has taken that
pronounced stage gonerally caused by thi
running through it of nervous fingers.
"He'll stay the week !" he says at lastj
getting it out with rather a jerk. '"TUa.
whole week, to a moral. I told yes how
A little thrill of pleasure rashes through
"Well! You arenH sorry, are you?" shl
asks reproachfully. "Bomomber all joq
said about tho duties of hospitality und
"Nonsense, now, Norah! What way h)
that to Rpoak? Sorry is it? Why, itfs de
lighted I am? I wish he could stop a montht
only Why, I never met a nicer fellow',
novcr. Did you, now?"
"Never," says Ncrah, sincerely.
"Tisn't that at all but but, Noddle
kins," sinking his voico to a whisper, "dtf
you think they will hold out?"
"What?" startled. "Tho chickens ths
mutton? Even if they don't we can get M
' "Oh, bother take the chickens and th
mutton," cries the sqeire in a fronzioij
"Who's thinking of them? 'Tisn th
dinner' that's troubling mo, Duchess 'tit
the clothes!" Hero he grows almost npot
pletio in his endeavors to' whisper and still
give to his words the emphasis they deserve,
"Oh, Norah, darling, last night I though j
I'd have died in 'em. Specially the coat)
I felt bursting!"
"That's how you looked, too," says thi
Duchess, with deep sympathy. "Why rio
leave them off, dad, darling? I'm sure yoa
look ever so nice in your Sunday ones.
Quito lovely, indeed, when your hair it
"Never I" says tho squire, horoioally.
'Tve begun and I'll finish in 'em, though)
they be the death of mo. D,'ye think J-NJ
let him go back to tho cnstlb, to madam,
my own slnter-in-law, and say I dinned h
"He wouldn't," s.iys Norah, indignantly.
"What do yo.i fake him for?"
"It might come out all tho como. and
then we'd bo disgraced for life. But vhai
I was thinking is this," regarding her anx.
iously. "If I were to ease tho:n a bit.
Eh I To give a littlo snip to the stitching
under tho arms, you know. It would bo
event relief to me and and he'd noves
see it. Eh, now?"
"Not for tho world!" declares Norah,
vehemently. "Cut one stitch and th
whole thing will go. Why, dad, think ot
their age! They wore made before I wat
lorn. They must be twenty years old at
"Thirty, my love, I think," says the
poor squire, with much dejection. It is a
great blow to htm that that "snip" hasboc? .
forbidden. "And you really think I evuldu't
ease them? It's great agony, Norah. '!
assurs you, my dear, there was a moment
last night wlu-i I felt as if I was going ta
sneezo. I'll never forget it. "
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