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Persons wishing to purchase, will do well by calling on him before going elsewhere, Suits made up in the latest styles and at the shortest notice. C. W. A RMS WORTHY. Tailor. Sept 17,98—5n4 Ts • Lives. Time laid bis land on the budding loaf; 11 turned to crimson,<hen bn>wo and gi d-L lie li .uelieil the grain; ’twas a garnered shtaf, A lad**a bin—and the year was dd. You walked in the sun when time was young; ! I grew in the shade, and was everld; My life at least to the daylight sprung. And yours — crept uudi r the graveyard mold. Two wavs, two lives, two leaves of years, A sudden cloud, and a glare of sun. Written in passion, erased in tears! I- the chapter ended or but U*gun ? —Makiox Max milk. ■t-W"" 1 ’ 1 ■ ■ ■■ CL" '■ HOP?. It aw at a "meet” in the Roman timt fir.d saw Linda Lyle. She was riding, as was he, and Le never forgot tlie picture *he made as she turned towards him in her sad dle, the young blood mantling in her clear cheeks, her eyes glistening, her flaxen Lair, toughened by the wind that swept the bread bare plain, es caping in shining tendrils from under her little jockey-cap. She was tie incarnation of beautiful, innocent, joy ous youth. lie felt, with a thrill, as he looked at her now, that she was changed since then. It had not been so many months ago, and yet Linda, child as she looked at that moment, sitting on the low hassock by the corner of the wood-fire, that gave a gleam of home like comfort to the great high-ceiled Roman room, with its disabled old furniture, had, by some subtle and in definable difference, become a woman. As though her thoughts had mysteri ously fallen into a train that of his, she looked tip, and said : "To-morrow is my birthday. I shall he seventeen. Is not that a respecta ble age ?" “To-morrow? Seventeen?" he re peated. It flashed acroaa him that he was ".•). “I am glad von told me." "Oh, I didn’t mean— ’’ she faltered, blushing suddenly all over her fair throat and face. "I didn’t think— ’’ "You didn’t mean to remind me of a present.” he laughed, filling up the psuse.. "You didn’t think I would take it so; and I did not. But you did know—you ought to know—that I should not have forgiven mvself if the knowledge had not come to me in some way.” He added in a moment: “I ought to know everything that con cerns you.” The blush that had been fading out of her cheeks came again at Ibis. She turned her head away, a strange trem ulous feeling of happiness stole over her. She clasped her hand*, on her low seat, about her knees. The leap , ing firelight played on her delicate lace. Her hair, in two beavv school girl braids, bung down be r back to j the floor, showing pale against the plain black dress that followed the outline of the slim girlish figure with a sort of virginal simplicity. W ith eager eyes Sebastian Dexter dwelt upon the whole exquisite sil houette, ardently following with his 1 gaze the soft curves of cheek, and chin, and throat, the rounded outline of the little ear, half hidden under the j close clusteringhair, the upward curve > of the long lashes that accented the | heavy lids, the droop of the full lips, j a trifle wistful, though the girl seemed happy. Beyond their little fire-lit circle the large old drawing room lay in the gathering gloom of the deep ening afternoon—a short winter af ternoon. The dull rumble of carriages on the Corso near by came through j the stillness. Dexter would be going I off to a dinner party presently. Her mother would be going also. But Linda, as not yet "out," might sit there and entertain him a little while. How many times had he blessed the i worldliness of that mother, which made it so more than probable, that, I if a visitor came at this hour, she would not be able to receive him. Growing unaccountably nervous at j the silence, Linda spoke of her moth er now. "Mamma seems so long dressing," she said, stirring a little testlcasly. "I —yon will be tired waiting.” She glanced shyly up at him from under her full lids. How handsome |he was ! And then, as her glance met his. her eyes dropped again quickly. 1 "I want no one but you," he said. His voice was boaiae, and its low j too* seemed to pierce her through and through. She made, by a blind im pulse, an unconscious movement to rise, but at the same moment be had bent forward. * "Linde!” Eia strong warm grasp was upon her upon 1 her cheek. "Linda, do jMteva me? ' Slowly the heavy wflpia were ! raised. With the *hyJw®f a wo man, and the of a child combined, she isdßd up into his ayes. "Linda, Linda! came the paseionata whisper Jpkin. The man was white under The emotion ' that swayed him. He hapbent beck the fair, golden head an Hsaa search ing her face with bun RWyes that devoured all iteawc*tneM"Tell me! Do you love me, child A low “yes," soft (A- breath, aa the—A *al crushed iu a sudden, fierce kiss. But the next moment he had relinquished ber, starting to his feet, and Linda, swift as a deer, had glided out of the room. Sebastian Dexter did not staid there by the mantel of that old finjit room many minutea, but it aiwayi seemed to him, as he looked back upon that time in after years, like stme long age. Everything about hits seemed to have changed. The leapiig shad ows upon the tapestried wills were like weird images in som< strange phantasmagoria. Tbe sudden silvery six strokes of a Louis XVI. clock by his side sounded, in the silence, like the clinching of some irrevocable deed. What was this that he had done. He stood there in as great mortal ag ony as ever man had to face, and yet live through. In a mechanical dim way it forced itself upon his conscious ness that Mrs. Lyle might come is at any minute. This made him stir. He went through the long, suite of recap tion rooms, where lamps were burn ing on the old consoles, and throwing a subdued light over the faded carp ets, and brocade hanging? and paint ings in dull frames, and in the ante room found the servant. “You will tell Madame Lyle I hap pened to remember a pressing engage ment, and could not wait to see her," he told tbe man, aa the latter held his surlout for him. V* Out into the narrow street, with frowning old palaces on either side, he went, and in a few moments was on the Corso. It was all alight; a few belated carriages were rolling in divers directions. He bailed a pas sing cab. His dinner party was at 0 30. He took his hostess’ band only one minute before. "If you had failed me 1" she mur mured, raising a mock warning fing er. "Madame I" "No; you are not suffering with a death wound, and nothing short of that would make such a crime on year part possible. But you don’t know what I have in store for you. You shall take the English heiress and beauty, Miss Blood, in to dinner. She is to be your neighbor.” A few seconds later Dexter was seated beside Miss Blood, the heiress and beauty. She was a faultlessly perfect creature, and she talked well. Dexter devoted himself as much a* beseemed him; was brilliant, as usual; acquitted himself faultlessly. At 10 o'clock be took hie leave and went to a ball at tbe French em bassy. An hour later Mrs. Lyle, like wise coming from a dinner party, swept through the rooms, making a little stir as she went. She was still a very beautiful woman, and the held her own against all competitors. "Ah!" she said, pausing before Dexter and lifting a heavy fan in ad monition, "never ran away aa you did this evening ! What was the matter? Was my toilet too long an operation ? Ah! yes. an engagement. So you left word. I am afraid my little Linda did not entertain you as well aa she should." Something in the way she lifted her full, golden lashes—though they were so unlike—reminded him of Linda. He bowed with perfect ease, he smiled, he made the proper remark, but hia lips were white. He felt aa though he could not look Miia woman —light, frivolous, worldly as she waa —in th# eye*. "Lea beau Dezterre," said on* of tbe French secretaries, a shrewd, am iable-looking men with a gray mus ' tache, "is commencing to go down. He dees not look as well as he used. Harassed, driven, I don't know whet." Hia companion, to whom he had 1 just given hie arm. waa Miss Blood, arrived a moment before, also. She looked at Dexter ns they passed. She would not have been sorry to trims fer her hand from the diplomat's coat sleeve to his. ‘‘Do you know him ? But he is not; English 11 pursued the Frenchman. "No. He is American. I knew a cousin of his once. They are from Boston, I believe." "Ah ! I have heard nothing of his private history, except that they tell me his family is among tbe best over here," he added with naivete. "In any cose, ha is very fortunate. Fam ily, that is a thing not many Ameri cans bring here. It u enough thsi they have millions. like Mr. Dexterr*. Betides being so beau garcon." > ♦ * • Very near tbe Gesu, in Rome, there is a smaller church, inconspicuous without, and within poor in compari son to all those other countless ones that hold enshrined some urpurcha sable work of art, some priceless treas ures. \et like many such another church all over Italy, its mystic half darkness, its incense, perfumed still ness, had doubtless been a haven of rest to many a weary, suffering, or contemplative spirit that has wan dered within its walls from out of the garishbusile of theeverydav world. Linda Lyle, though a Protestant, had taken a habit of stepping inside this little church on certain davs in the week, when, with her old Italian maid, she returned from her Italian lessons at the house of an elderly and impoverished countess in the same street. On the afternoon following the ball at the French embassy Dex ter was making his way thither. It was one of the days of Linda s lessons, and some instinct told him she would be more sure than ever to enter the lit tle church that day. He knew all the most trivial inci dents of her life. He could have laughed at the boyish eagerness with which he had learned them all, if laughter had evermore seemed a thing which could pass bis lips. As he lifted tbe heavy curtain on entering a youngish priest was passing out. He had a passionate, yet ascetic face. For a second he raised his eyes to Dex ter's. Something in the latter for a moment arrested him. A fellow-feel ing in his soul said : "This man, too, has suffered." Suffered ! Daring the long night watches when he had paced his room it had seemed to Dexter that he had gone through purgatory. What was left now of the passion, the remorse, the wild battling with temptation to do a desperate deed at whatever haz ard was a dull iron apathy. Yes. she was there at the entrance of one of the aide chapels, tbe old woman'ne&r her. Presently they moved to go out, and he stepped out of the gloom near the column whet* he had been leaning with folded arms. She started at sight of him, her sweet face suffused with a divine blush. Tbe old woman fell back. She had never known her young lady to have any such adventure before. But what will you ? Youth will be youth. She hud not forgotten her own romantic days. "Linda, atop a moment; I want to to speak to you." They were alone in the partial se clusion of the side-chapel. A light burned dimly on the flower-decked alter. In another part of the church a muffled voice had commenced in toning vespers to a handful of wor shippers. "Linda, I asked you last night if you loved me. I bad no right." The sentences, hard, abrupt, unmodulated, fell from bis lips without change or tremor of a muscle. "I am married already." He stopped. Linda waa standing with loosely-clasped hand* a little away from him. She mad* no move ment, no outcry. These two might have been talking of tbe commonest things. But the change that came over her face converted it from warm pink-tinged whiteness to a doll gray hue—from the countenance of a hap py girl to that of a blighted woman. The metamorphosis was more trag ic than any words, than any cry could i have been. It cut through D*xter'a benumbed consciousness like the lash of a whip. "Linda I" hs said hoarsely, the veins swelling on his forehead, "don't look like that; you will kill me!" He mad* as though he would have •treched his hand toward her. She shrank back a little. "No; please don't." The voice was not more than • whisper. Tae monotoeous chanting still went on. To the end of his lif Dexter never heard an intoned service without a shiver. She turned slowly, but ha made a strida forward. Ha stood in her wav. All his paatioaa—an agony of despair, an agony of ioaa—were unchained. "You shall rot go from meao 1 Lis ten, at Uast, to my vindication. Good God ! such a vindication as it is ! The woman whom I married years ago, aa a wild boy, was not worthy— *wa* such as you, poor innocent child, cannot know. When I found out, when I woke from my mad act, I would have divsissd uvmU frott -We. I wall), but I bad not the courage. “I shrank from the publicity, from the exposure of my youthful folly-, from the m.re through which mv peop’re’j good name and mine would drag ged. In my pnde I covered it all up. 1 lelt her. I supported her and paid her to kN>p away. She is now—what, I cannot tell such as you, child. No one knows my secret; but she is liv ing. And I—l deliberately stole your love, Linda, touched your pure lips with mine. But you may at least know how mad I was. How I loved you—” She raised her hand with a faint checking motion. lie bowed his head. "True. I have not the right to tell you of my love. The very word from me is pollution. But Linda, Linda!’’ His heart hunger was in his eve* and voice. "You will at least say good bye !” “Good-bye.” He put out his band. Hers drop ped at her side. She turned. She was gone. His hand dropped also. She had not touched it. W’ell! what else had he expected ? He reeled into the rapidly darken ing streets as one drunk or dazed. The chanting went on, reached his ear in muffled far away strains, sad as the wailing of lost spirits as the curtain swung back in its place. That even ing he was leaving in the night train northward about 11 o'clock. A late moon, pale and misshapen, rose in a clear sky as the train whizzed and flew through the dark stretches of the Pontine marshes. But before his eves there was one face, blanched, blighted, all the youth and hope and gladness crushed from it forevermore, and he knew that so he should see it, with an endless agony of remorse, waking and sleeping, through all the coming years. * How the Wars Begin.— " Papa, how do nations get into war with each other?” asked Tomtnv Seasonbv. "Sometimes one way, sometimes another," said the father. "Now, there are Germany and Spain—they came near getting into war because a Spanish mob took down the German flag.” "No, my dear," put in Mr?. Seaton by, "that wasn't the reason.” "But, my darling,” said Mr. 9., "don't you suppose I know? You are mistaken. Thai was tbe reason." "No, dearie, you are mistaken. It was because tbe Germans—” "Mrs. Seaaonby, I say it was be cause—” "Peleg, you know better. You are only trying to-—" “Madam, I don't understand that your opinion was asked in this matter, anyway.” "Well, I don't want my boy in structed by an old ignoramus." "See here, you impudent—" "Put down your cane, you old brute. Don't you dare brittle up to me or I'll sen’d this rolling-pin at your head, you old—" "Never mind," interrupted Tommy, "I think I know how wars begin." This is an era when much at tention is being given to questions bearing upon physical health. Ameri cans bare long ago earned the title of being a race of dyspeptics, and num berless formulas have been prepared to correct tbe various diseases of the stomach, but the real panacea has been found in Dr. Henley’s Celery, Beef and Iron. It combine* so many virtues that if ths system is not entire ly disabled by disease a practical cure is sure to fol.ow. It is tbe greatest nervine known, a blood tonic and in ▼igurator. All druggists sell it. Ml- Magistrate—Tbe serious charge of chicken atealing is preferred against you. Uncle Rastue. Uncle Hastes—do da indictment say chicken steelin', vo hoaah? Magistrate— Ye*. Uncle Ra*tue—Deo de indictment am deteoktiv*. yo' honab. It vaa a turkey I etole. i demand a babeia corpus ai.d takes advantage b de teckoukicalitiMobdelaw—N. Y. Buo. They Had Met Before.—A few Ja> a ago a grey-haired old man was in one of the hotels of Centraiiia, LI., when a stranger get elf a train which bad juat arrived, and passed through lh waiting room. Ha avail the old man closely, and over tba fact of tba latter there dashed a look of recog nition. “Pardon me,” said tba at ranger, “your face baa a familiar look, yet 1 cannot place you. Pei haps lam tuie taken.” “Oh, no," raid tba elderly gentle* man. “I know you *ri not mistaken. I knew like a book." °ftteadr • \es, ?ir, Y c>u need lo board with me.” “Is it poaaiUc?” asked the stran ger. 'nr; and you left without paying your board." “That, sir, cannot be," was the in* dignaut man s answer, as be became more and more confused. “And," continued the old man, ‘you loft in the night and neglected to take your luggage." By this time the stranger was furi* oua. He grew red with anger and intimated*ihat only the gray hairs of his tormentor saved him from violent treatment. “Oh, you needn’t get mad," aaid the old gent remaining provokingly cool. “You did all these things, and I can prove it." “See here old man, who are you, and where are you from. “I sir. ara Capt. Jack Warner and you are Quartermaster Murphy, and you escaped from Libby while I was Quartermaster of that institution." “My God?’ . was the stranger’s ejac ulation. as he warmly clasped tba hand of the ex rebel. "Are you, in deed, (he old commissary? Well, I did board with you a while, and I gave you the slip, too,” he laughingly continued. Quartermaster Murphy belonged to a Now York regiment, and was cap tured and sent to Libby. It was the practice of the rebels to allow pris onora who had been twactitioners of medicine to attend the sick in the prison hospital. They were given the freedom of the prison, to come and go at will. One day a green sentry would not allow these men to pass, when he was sharply reprimanded hy Capt. Gibbs, and was told that those men who wore red ribbons on the lapels of their coats should pass unmolested. Murphy overheard this and took advantage of it. He had some red lining in his vest, and tearing off a strip, he pinned the physician's ensig ni* on his coat and watcLi g an oppor tunity, he got past the guard and es caped into the Union lines. He Had the Bait.—Human nature is swayed hy mixed motives. Even an act that appears disinterested may be prompted by selfishness. An amusing illustration of this fact is given in the following anecdote; An aged negro aat on one of tha old wharves at Salem, fishing. A colored boy was sitting beside him, eagerly watching the bob as it danced up and down. Suddenly tha bob went under. Tha boy in bis excitement learned so far over the edge of the wharf that he lost hit balance and fell into the water. Instantly the old man dropped hi* fishing-pole and jumped into the wa ter for the boy, and after a good deal of splashing and sputtering, with the help of several men on the wharf, both were hauled out, gasping for breath. One of the men who had helped them expressed his admiration for the negro's courage. “That wae a brave deed cf yours, my man. * said ha. “What dat?" asked the disciple of Walton. ahe want to pick up hie rod. “Why, your jumping in to save that boy." “Dat boy I I doan keer nuffin fer him! But be gut all de bait in bio poeketl" An enthusiastic fisherman will, we are sure, appreciate the force and grim humor of that reply. BW The retention of any waste matter in the system produces injury. The collection of "phlegm" or diseased mucus in time of cold or throat affec tion should be promptly removed Dr. Bull'eCough Sy rupdoea it more quickly and effectoally than any other cough syrup male. ■gU ‘ Say pa; listen : ‘When Free dom from her mountain height un furled her banner to the air.' What do they call Freedom ‘her’ f>r ?" quer ed a San Jose boy who wae learning the pie to apeak at a school exhibition. "You are too young to understand. Wait till you get married, my aon.” “Thank heaven." excUioed a fond lather as he paced the the d v>r at midnight web hi howling heir, “thank heaven you are not twine I"