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, "Wo don't take vagrants in, air,- ' . .
. And I am alone to-duy,
IatTi8o, I could call tlra good-man
He's not so far aw ay.
You aro welcome to a breakfast
I'll bring you sotno bread and ten;
You might sit on tho old atone yonder, '
Under the oh.estnut.troe.
You're traveling, stranger? Mobbo
- You'vogot some iotlona to sell?
Wo hev a sight of ueddlors,
Bt wo allow treats them well.
For thoy, poor souls, are trying:
Llko -tho rest of us to live: i .,,-'
And It's not like tramping the country,. "
And calling on folks to give.
Not that I meant a word, sir ? . . . :
s . No oironseiu the world te yoa: , ,,
I think, now I look rtt it closer;
Your coat 16 an army blue. " v v i
, , ", Don't say? Undor Sherman, were ypuT;,
That was how many years ago?' ' "'
I had a boy at Shlloh, '
Kearney a aergoant Joel
Joe Kearney, you might a' met him?
gut or course you were mile apart,
He woo a tall, Straight boy, sir,
The pride of his mothers heart.
We were ou" to Kittery. then, sir,
- Small farmer in dear old Maine;
It's a long strctoh from there to JCunfias,
'Hut I couldn't go buck again.
He was all we bad, was Joseph .
He and my old man and me
Had sort o' growed together, '
And were happy as we could be.;
I wasn't a lookin' for trouble
When the terrible Avar begun,
- And I rustled for graoo lobe-abl?
To glyp up our only son.
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Well, well, 'taint tin use o' talking,
. ' .MjAty.sO.ld. masaUU jp&V.WV.5 '-'-
' 7 " r "The Lord loves a wilTlnglycr;" . -'
And that's what I trledjta-be.
Well, the heart and tho flesh aro rebels,
And hev to be fought witu grace ;
But I'd given my life -yes. wiilln'
00 look on my dead boy's face.
Take caro, vou are spillin' your tea, sir,
Poor Soul"! dou'tcry: I'm suro
You've had a good mother sometime ,
Your wounds, wero they hard to euro?
Andersonvlllo! God help you!
Hunted by dogs, did you say !
Hospital ! erasy, seven yours, slr8
1 wonder you'xo living to-dy.
I'm thankTul my Joe was shot sir.
" How do you know that ho died ?"
'Twits certlhed, sir, by tho surgeon ;
Hero's the letter, and" maybe ho Hod !'
Well, I never! you shake like tho nger.
My Joe ! there's his nnmo and tho dato ;
u Joe Oearncy, 7th Maine, sir, a sergeant-
Uos horo In a critical state
Just died will be burled to-morrow
Oan't wait for tho parents to come."
Well, I thought God hadlfea us that hour,
As for John, my poor man, ho was dumb".
Didn't speak for a month to tho neighbors,
Scarce spogo In a Aycek, slr,.to ran:
Never been the sumo man s:noe that Monday
Thoy brought us this letter you see; ' "
And you were from Malno ! from old Kittery,?
What time in the year did you got ' ; ' '""
1 just remember the .fellows .
That marched out of town with our,Joo,; As
Ijord love ye! como Intb.tlA; -house, sir; "-'"'
It's gettln' too warm out o' door.
If I'd knovrii you'd been gono for a sojar,
, I'd takou you in hcroatore.
rNow wake yourself easy. We'ro lmmblor,
, Wo Kansas folks don't go for show.
Sit horo It's Joo's chair take your hat oil';
''"' Gall father !" My God ! Jo are Joo !
Aid irom Dreamland.
iXewiUtl WyldyrK-a Saved fiona a Groat Sin.
A Caiuidhtu Story.
There must havo lieon wi angel praying for Edith Wyld
ihonV time, many years ago, when sho fell into great
temptation, or at loast into -what might hava been terop
tUWhd sho allowed her mind to retrain many days long
er in tho sickly ohaimol of thought mto which winch aho
iiud been Insensibly, involuntarily led ; a stato
Beratel bv a manic jnanco or two, a pressure
feand, fed by much secret brooding and the perusal
ly, .nd worse tlian silly, novels.
YThCtt 'JUUilii wau scivrco sixiuuu sue luurneu wiin
might sec on stitto occasions in Canada when, with his
bright red coat, his three ihcdals showed their glitter to
vie with the rest of the metal trappings" of a British offi
cer's uniform. Tho remnant of the th, with the Thir
teenth Hussars, were stationed at Toronto. Their coming
had been quite an advent in.the city's annals, and the poor
civilians were "nowhere,', as we say, in thei estimation of
Toronto's belles, while theidashing officers wero rusticat
ing and doing duty in the JDomiuion. It is only too true
that these fellows ilirted desperately , thoy were determin
ed upon having a good timt in tho " beastly slow place,"
as they chose to designate ihts province of Her Majesty's
domain; Toronto was full of pretty girls then as it is now,
so they were gloriously faVored by opportunity, and it
must be confessed also by the inclination of the prettty
ladies beside.
Edith Wyld had been married fully five years when she
met her fate, as she chose to call him, at Lady's Ducie's
V at h6me," where th6 lady held ,'t little social court in an
old castle-like residence on. Wellington street west.
Judith, very pretty and scarce-more than a girl still, was;
sr ladyships' especial pt. For Edith wa&in the very
set she was an officer's daughter, her mother's
blood was jrood. too. for had she been a bov she would
havo been an English earl. But more than these, Edith
had charms beside to recommend her. She played and
sang all tho English songs to perfection- not forgetting
"The Brook" and "Break, Break," which not to know
proves one's self not an English erirl. Shewas-eojnffMtf
faul in all ladylike employment, point laqe and queen's
woncj ana, moreover, talkea cleverly in a wejliTp.rea languid
style, eminently adapted for the veriod of time between
when begins that soporific influences of a wfell-laden ali
mentary apparatus after dinner and" when, tea is brought
lulu mu uruwing-room.
Lady Ducio brought him to her.
"Edith, my dear. Lieutenant Forsyth, of the th Lan
cers. Mrs. Wyld, Lieutenant Forsyth."
Edith bowed with indifferent grace, and, he inclined his
neati deeply ; it was not .until, she had waltzed with Inm,
that there was some excuse 'for Toronto running wild over
tho soldiers". There was something very nice and charm
ing about them. " So different you know from the others."
Lieutenant Forsyth was hardly doing military duty at
a glance or a scarce unorthodox pressure of the hand; for
Lady Ducie was a roclt of integrity herself, and 'would
have frowned down any married lady who ilirted indecor
ously. Mr. Wyld did hot care for all this gayety ; but was
willing that his young wife should go 'and enjoy herself.
Ho had the highest opinion of her associates, and pronounc
ed Lady Ducie "a remarkably fine woman, byjovo."
.Nor did Mr. Wyld object to Forsyth escorting his wife' te
ller home fnam a supper onball. And so it happened that
Forsyth felFhimself privileged to be sentimental one night
after discovering that he had met Edith on one occasion
years before.
' 4 Can you not recall it ? I can never forget it. I thought
you wore a young girl frosh from a convent, tasting Paris
ian sweets foritlie first time under the guardianship of a
stern papa." t
Forsyth caught her htnd to lend emphasis to his ques
tion. There was no oho near them, and they were standing-
in the Crimson silk curtains of a bay-window at her
homo. " '
Edith did not withdraw her hand, as she should have
done, but blushed.
'"X think I remember seeing you. before ; but where was
it .
"At the Elysoe, haVe you forgotten the ball that night ?'
"I was on ray wedding tour. I do remember you now, J.'
and sho was about to look a tender glance in return' for
his own, when the words " wedding tour " made an echo
near her and saveddter from being foolish during the rest
of his call. And if Edith had had soniething beside her'so
ciety duties to, engross her time, some little chubby face' to
wash and kiss some little one to make dainty linen for, Satan
would havo fouud her's .top-busyhands'to fill with his mi
chief; but no baby had been horn in that large square
brick dwelling, and no tiny cradle of delicate white and
soft-toned blue gave an air of sweetnesS to the appoint
ments of Mrs. Wyld's pretty chambers
Edith sat by the fire in her room in a low fauteuil, witk
a tasteful firo screenshading borface from the bright glow
wa; mo uuais. 4aer.nanasir.1y, uuuor lap iisnessiyvana scarce
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and after slic haresjoon
xuu&TsnuuiscoYei-eu wmia no was turning xno music ior ucr ueing: engaged upon sinco luncheon. It was after 3 o'clock.
Such a stupid day ! another stupid hour to kill and then
it would be time to. dress for dinner and her husband's re
turn. To look at her face one might have thought th
sau expression tnero was caused oy some secret sorrow,
this time ; he was on a leave of absence from his regiment i such as wear worthy women's hearts to tho grave somo-
iiu uumu, iinu uan uuaer uisguaiuiansiup nvcu vumpueii,
his cousin and the son of an English earl, the same earl
having decided that rusticating for a year or more was
what his son particularly needecl.
Campboll was many years younger than Forsyth, and
he looked up to this latter with an awe inspired rather by
his friend's knowledge of savoir vivra and flirtations, than
because of the solid English, university training with which
his uncle deemed him stamped. Forsyth was the son ot a
clergyman, tho Rev. Reginald Forsyth, of Waldergravo
rectory, and not a wealthy clergyman, either, for the Rev.
Forsyth had only his name and education to give his son.
To his uncle, tho earl, the young man owed his commis
sion. So, beside his brains, Lieutenant Forsyth had only
his handsome face and figure splendidly set off by his uni
form to bring to market. Nor was it to tho market mat
rimonial that he brought his wares, for Forsyth could not
very well marry, unless, indeed, luck, favored him with an
heiress of fair ftico and fair family. Ho would not marry
a woman whom ho could not passionately admire, even if
she had money, and he would not marry into "trade,"
and the only rich women willing to marry handsome devils
without a shilling wero retired shopkeepers' daughters.
He had. turned thirty, and having abandoned tho idea of
finding the rich and aristocratic heiress, he had complacent
ly settled down in bacholordom. Forsyth was interested
in Edith at; ouee ; he did wt immediately fall in Ioyo, but
contented himself in pronouncing her a charming woman
in his own mind, and admiring her at a respectful distance.
As for Edith, sho confessed to herself that she liked him
times. But, with no real trouble, an imaginary one will
often suffice. She was pitying herself for her blighted
life. She knew she had never loved Mr. Wyld, her parent
had married her to him practical, cold parents, who
thought not or cared not if them daughter was bound to
au uncongenial man for life so that she made a good match,
as the world deemed her's. And after all these years of
quiet life to find that her heart was ni5-one of the quiet
ones, passivoly to receive the affectionsmeeted onttoit ; but
warm and intense, and capable of lavishing a wealth of
latent love on one whom she had met too late, too late.
Two tears trickled down her pink cheeks as she thus
communed with hersself. Reginald Forsyth had whisper
ed to her the night before, after he had kissed her hand
" Oh, Edith, why did you not wait for me ?"
At first they had only talked vaguely of platonio friend
shipat any rate Edith had ; and was one time brought
to earth by Forsyth's sudden oven to him inquiry :
" But how are you to tell tho difference between friend
ship and love, my dear Mrs. Wyld, and when the on is
becoming wholly absorbed in tho other?"
Edith pondered over this inadvertence of her soon-to-bc-lover.
All women know too much by instinct for her
not to havo felt that it was called forth by somo feeling
of "his toward her. Reginald Forsyth, as w have said,
was no stern moralist, and Edith was a very pretty wo
man. He found her also a very sentimental one, and
quite ready to believe what he half hinted at to hor,
that ho had been searching for hor face ever sinco ho
first saw it sit tho ball at the Elvsee. She hoard .snmn ous
very well, and then turned to her husband for his opinion ureftthe hard near her cheek aud she felt rather than saw
of tho new comer. Licutonant Forsyth by hor side, one knee bent half in
"He is a handsome off-hand beggar," returned Mr. Wyld, jlove, half in homage, and he drew her slowly with great
tenderness to his arms.
"Edith, my darling, I love you so much so much.
Qomo with me, I will make you so happy that you will
never regret it. You will forget everything, overybody
but our two selves. Why need we caro for the world?
A fow days' scandal and it will bo over. Wo will have our
own world in our hearts, into which uoue shall .intrude.
Come, darling, say yes."
Edith yielded weakly to his arms, but muttorad some
thing about " duty " and "honor."
1 ' Oh, my queen, how little you know the world. When
a man loves a woman as I love you he will moyo heaven
aud earth to get her. Duty and honor aro nothing to him:
carelessly, and relapsed again into the pre-occupation from
which bis youug who's question had aroused mm.
Edith fell to comparing tho face of her liege lord with
young Forsyth's, and the former seemed older to her than
ever before, and one day whon Forsyth, at hor husband's
invitation, dined with them, sho concluded that her guest
was the handsomest man in the world, and aftor thinking
tills softly sighed Forsyth seemed to road her mind, and
looked full at her, whereupon sho blushed, and ho fixed his
eyes upon his soup, as if mulligatownoy alone had charms
for his eyes aud wis the chief object in life. Forsyth was
not a story-book villain, only as Mr. Wyld had said, k an
off-hand bogcar," who had been spoiled by not choice
of mind women's society, who had given him an onsy-going idea! uome, dear." ami ttionue wmsperea ciosor to nor ear : -i
of tho ot the rest ot woman kind's virtue : a semsn iciiow, out i "vo - umu$;u uuiun-,uuu i. yiui j wgi vr wu .j
of sli- by no moans a deliberately bad lot. ; be dtscovored. .bditn sintered mm to load lier down u&q
liUdy Lnteie, witn asmau ouioriu oi otner uiuics, equal- uiuu wuiuu uuj h w owmo
no in-' ly well born, and, like herself, only residing in Canada t stops to tho dark carriago before tho door. Hor lover
oSfferenco on her own part, and by tho desire of her parents, temporarily, gave a round oi smau ana select outovtam- mwsu uunmu ,uu iuwuik uwuuuw uuamuus iuub.
an English gentleman settled in Canada, and in tho civil ! mdnts during all tho winter. Every weok it would bo an J his seat beside hor.
ervioe employ : a man much older than horaelf almost "at home," then a dinner party, a snow-shooing and sho- t " I havo no cloak and oiily my house robe on ; it is so
twice her age but ono possessing tho fine talents, tho I bogganniug party, or a supper after the skating carnival strange, Reginald andwhy do the horses goso .fast?"
goo looks, health, form, blood, and animation to such a at the rink, Forsyth and his friend, aud a baker's doxen J bo that they may imt overtake us darling," and; he
decree as to render all this in some way productiv?! of ' of other soldiers wore the fashion that wiutor, and aB Lady stopped her breath with kisses.
many talents more. Edith's father was Captain DagKsh, I Ducio especially smiled on Forsyth, and as Edith was her t Thoy rode on and on into the road through tho woods ;
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