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THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. 0., THURSDAY, JANUARY II, 1883.
JilETTEMfflTION, . A Simple Story of Woman's Love ami Scif-Sacriiiee. 3 Jfr. X Shrjfcy Tottr. Mass Glcufiower had boon a guest at Glen Alder for hardly a month, yet all tho men in that pleasant little village were wild over her. She was certainly very beautiful; sho had a wonderful charm of manner; she dressed in tho most exquisite taste. Was it strange that sho carried everything before her? Her admirers thought that the very cowslips and crocuses, the jasmines ami honeysuckles, had never be fore blpssoined in such profusion and perfection of beauty; she carried summer with her wher ever she went, it was said ; so much of warmth, and beauty, and brightness went with her was Indeed a part of her very self. With her own sex sho was not so popular. Some envied Lcr beauty, some her city man ners, and socio her line dresses: and spoke, at least, behind her back, disparagingly of her, in coHsequcnce. Others professed to view her more impartially, but most, even of these, pro nounced her stilish and heartless. "Sho is a Circe, I tell you." said one of them, Mrs. Wcath erby, addressing a group of girls. " Sco how 61 has beguiled Doctor Beverly away from Janet Harlow. Ho and Janet were as good as engaged before Hiss Glendowcr came. Perhaps the exact words had not been spoken, but thero could have been no mistaking tho doctor's at tentions; and now, my gentleman is forever at tho heck and call of this false enchantress, and poor Janet, tho proudest woman that ever lived, is left to cat out her heart in mortifica tion and jealousy." "Yes, 1 saw Janet ami the doctor pass each other, yesterday," said one of tho listeners. "She bowed so coldly, it vas impossible not to Dee what it meant. The doctor was on horse hack, going his rounds ; and he flushed up quite plainly, I assure you, at being thus more than Iialfcut." ,. Miss Glcndowcr herself had heard of this assumed attachment, and in the very insolence of her success attacked the doctor on tin sub ject one day. " Ah ! " sho said, " this Janet Harlow. "Will you not tell mo something about her? Sho is the village school-mistress, I believe. I havo seen but little of her; our circle is not exactly the same; but people go wild over her wisdom, goodness, and general graces of character and person. I believe you and sho have long been regarded" sho spoke with somethiug of a Bueex "as models of Platonic devotion to each other, havo you not?" Doctor Beverly bit his lip. and his face clouded. He had seen but little of Janet, of late; for, as Hrs. Weatberby had said, sho was proud ; and having observed his attentions to Miss Glendowcr. had avoided him. So a cool ness, or an indifference, or somethiug had grown up between him and her. Ho hardly knew, now, what to think of it all, or what to sav; and so remained silent. Ho and the fair interrogator had been stand ing on a bridge, just outside of the village. Sho had busied herself dropping pebbles into tho stream. Suddenly she glanced up. "Are yon thinking of Miss Harlow, that you do not answer? " sho said. " Or of that profes sional call you have to make, and which, you say, must cut short our stroll here? You heard my question, surely?" "Yes, I heard it," ho answered, promptly. "But I was thinking whether Miss Janet and myself had been the models of Platonic devo tion you suggest. At this moment, I am in clined to say that we have not been." Was there a double meaning in his words? Did he mean there had been bomcthing more than Platonic affection? Miss Glendower's blue eyes questioned his for an instant. Then she said, softly: " I think you aro not one to givo your alle giance, whether in friendship or in love, and afterwards to withdraw it lightly. Aro you ? " " No," ho answered, his face brightening. He stooped nearer to her over tho railing, and suddenly felt, as never before, the spell of her beauty, her Circe-like fascinations. "Yet," ho added, hesitatingly, as long as I have known Miss Harlow, she has not, in all that time, learned to read my nature as you havo done in the six weeks of our acquaintance." " Six weeks? " she repeated, lifting her beau tiful eyes to his for a moment, while tho color deepened in the satiny smoothness of her cheek. " Can it be we have known each other but six weeks ? How much Jli-s Harlow ought to have discovered in you, in tho years she has been your friend. I have found out so much, so very much, in this briefer acquaintance." Her voice trembled as she spoke. If she was acting, it was wonderfully done. Suddenly they heard footsteps approaching, and looking up, saw tho object of their conver sation. Janet, at tho same moment, became aware of their presence. Sho had come for a walk, to tho picturesque old mill, which lay just beyond the bridge, and which was a great favorite with her, tho lulling sound of tho water, the mossy wheel, and tho cool atmos phere always acting soothingly on her nerves, bo often jarred, and even overtasked, by her avocation. Her first impulse was to turn back. But seeing that she had been recognized, she knew that this would not do ; it would look like cowardice r so she went on bravely. Miss Glendowcr was the only one who was, at first, equal to the occasion, Tho doctor felt self-condemned. In Janet's pure presence, ho wondered how this sorceress could havo be guiled him, even for a moment. Janet, igno rant of all this, and remembering only what -sho thought his neglect, was haughty and cold. But Miss Glendowcr was all sweetness. " What a love of a dog that is you have, Miss Harlow," she cried ; for a perfect little spaniel was following Janet. " Where did you excuse mo where did you, in a place liko this, pick up such a beauty ?" "It was a gift from Doctor Beverly," Janet Tcpliod, coolly. "Oh!" " And," moved by a sudden impulse of jeal ousy, " I am bringing it back to him. Alpha's caprices occupy too much tinio for a poor school mistress " " Miss Harlow Janet " broke in tho doctor. "Mits Harlow Janet, as you call her," said 'Miss Glendowcr, coolly, almost insolently, " is doubtless right." She saw tho girl suffering; Iwt instead of pitying her, triumphed in it. "A pet of that kind is out of place, when ono lias work to do." At any other time, Doctor Beverly would liavo resented such a speech; but he was stung "by Janet's words ; ho could no longer bo just. "Miss Harlow, being a woman," he said, cynically, "ono cannot condemn her forhei cariciousncs3." Pephaps so," replied Janet, as, with some bitterness, she saw the dog, at a word from Miss Glendower, go up to that lady and fondle Iter. " But Alpha has taught me ono thing, at least" " What is that?" said the doctor, sharply. " That his sex is always ready to play a double part." " Oh I now, my dear Miss Harlow," said Miss Glendowcr, looking up innocently, " don't be m aevere. Pray, what has Alpha done? What .lias any of us done ? "Was it not Talleyrand," answered Janet, with a disdainful curl of her lip, as she turned away, " who said that he had sworn allegiance lo a dozen different governments in a day ? All the Talleyrands aro not dead yot as witness Alpha." "Dear me, what a spitfire," cried Miss Glen dower, watching Janet, as tho latter went on lior way. " I stipoe sho would mnrdcr me, if she dared and all because poor innocent I havo made friends with her discarded pet." She looked up at Doctor Beverly, as she spoke, with her great eyes, tho very picture of childish simplicity. But somehow tho eyes had, suddenly, lost their glamor. Ho was thinking of Janet, and wishing ho had not spoken so cruelly to her so almost brutally, as ho now thought. "I must be off," he said, abruptly. "My patient is waiting for me. 1 see Alpha has staid behind. How odd ! " "I suppose ho has taken Miss Harlow at her word," replied Mis3 Glendower. "What a beauty he is! I am 'almost tempted to ask you for him." And she gave him ono of her Circe like glances. Bat the doctor, irritated at himself, irritated at her, and irritated even at Janet, had already left the bridge, and was striding away in tho distance, not hearing, or too angry, if ho did hear, to answer. Half an hour after, Janet, returning from her walk, met the miller going to his mill. Tho day was a holiday, which accounted for her absence from school. In answer to her greeting, tho miller told her that, holiday as it was, ho had so much work on hand that ho coald only givo hkjlself half a day, and was now going back to hisdabor. "By tho way," ho said, "I passed that fino town'lady on tho bridgo. I wonder who sho is waiting lor." As Janet approached tho bridge she saw Miss Glendower still there. "The miller's suspicion is right," sho said. "Her ladyship is waiting for tho doctor." She draw back, as she said this, hiding her self in a clump of trees. "I will not go forward," sho said, "till tho doctor has returned, and they havo left." But hardly had she spokcu, when a startling thing occurred. Just beyond tho bridge was the mill-race, which a rudo log crossed, leading to tho mill-wheels, of which there were two. Suddenly, to Janet's dismay, sho sav Miss Glen dower, as if impatient of waiting, and perhaps attracted by the cool look of the mossy wheels, rapidly cross this log, and disappear behind tho whcols. As suddenly it Hashed on Janet that, in another moment almost, if the miller went to work, the wheels would be in motion. Of course Miss Glendower did not know this. Tho day was a public holiday; tho mill, sho supposed, would not be at work ; as long as tho wheels were not in motion there was no danger. But now ? Janet drew a long breath. Tho temptation was almost too much for her. Sho had only to keep quiet, and her rival yes, her lifted rival: for she now felt that sho hated this sorceress would no longer cross her path. But in a moment sho ilung tho base thought aside. " Great heavens," sho cried, "a singlo turn of the wheel will bo death." With the thought sho rushed forward. But at that instant sho caught sight of Doc tor Beverly returning from his professional visit. Again the old jealousy surged up in her heart, and conquered every better feeling. Sho stopped once more. ' Let him savo her," sho cried, clenching her hands until tho delicate nails cut into tho ten der flesh. " Let him save her. It is no busi ness of mine." But even as she spoke, she heard a sound that she recognized only too well : it was that of tho wheels beginning to turn ; and sho knew that, long before Doctor Beverly could arrive on tho scene, all would be over. She hesitated no more. With a cry that rang far and near on tho still air, she sped on, reached the bridge, and for an instant tottered on tho log, which rocked under her flying steps. But she bravely steadied herself, and springing for ward, in another instant was within reach of the fatal wheel. "Miss Glendower Miss Glendowcr!" sho cried. Sho strained her gazo to sco through tho cloud of blinding spray ; but sho could make out no more than that tho forward wheel was yet stationary, and that there was a long strip of white whirling water shooting out from the wheel nearest; and that, beyond, in tho seething, boiling pool, there was a mass of whito a woman's form being tossed up and down, and rushing on towards the other wheel, which, tho moment it began to revolve, would take it up, and whirl it around and around, and tear it limb from limb. To reach this mass of white to drag it from its peril, before it was too lato, was all that Janet thought of, cared for, now. On tho risk she ran, sho never gave a thought. But how to effect her purpose ? Always cool and self possessed, there camo to her now, in this mo ment of supremest peril, a more than ordinary self-reliance, an infinite capacity of ceoing every possibility, and at once. Her mind was made up on the moment. Thero was a beam, fortunately, overhead. To take advantage of this was her only chance. Sho reached up her arms toward it, to support herself, just as a quick cry burst from the bridgo a cry of infinite agony: "Janet! Janet! Oh, God !" it said; and sho knew tho voice was that of Doctor Beverly. But Janet had already seized the beam, and in another second had lifted herself over the race. Alas, as she dropped into tho water, sho, too, was buried in the tossing spray. But she cared nothing for this. "If I can only reach Miss Glendower," she thought, "before ths further wheel is set in motion." Doctor Beverly saw it all. But ho did not wait to witness tho result of her rash venture. Ho knew it was only madness to attempt a rescue until tho machinery was stopped. Con sequently, when Janet camo up between tho two wheels, gasping and breathless from her desperate plunge, ho was rushing in at tho mill-door, and, a moment after, was himself stopping the wheels. Janet, when she camo to tho surface, was be wildered and blinded by the dash of tho waters; and was thumped and tossed hither and thither. But it was only for an instant that she was thus bewildered. She had grasped Miss Glen dower, and tho touch brought back all her native presence of mind and cool calculating judgment. Her aim was to draw herself and Mis3 Glen dower up out of tho water, and on to a bank of sand at ono side, and, as it were, almost in tho embrasure of tho wall. Hero they would bo beyond the sweep of tho wheels and safe, at least for awhile, or possibly until help could come. But in this undertaking sho did not succeed until sho had well-nigh exhausted her own strength and hope. She sank down finally, nevertheless, when all was over, her face al most as deathly as that of tho beautiful and insensible woman at her side. Janet was indeed so nearly insensible that tho sudden stopping of tho wheel and the subsidence of tho maelstrom of waters seemed to her but a part of some vaguo dream. Sho lost consciousness, if sho did not absolutely faint away. Hence, she did not sco the couplo of whito, terrified faces which presently peered over tho wheel. Neither did hor eyes unclose, even when Ki chard Beverly himself bont down over her and unclasped her fingers from their tenacious hold on Blanche Glendowor's wet garments. She did utter a low moan, however, but gave no other sign of consciousness until the miller camo back to carry her out, in turn. As he stoojMjd to raiso her, sho looked up at him pitcously. "Is sho dead?" 6ho askcd,s in an awed whisper. " Dead? Not a bit of it," ho replied, sturdily. "Tho drownin' would ha' been easy got over; but she's somehow got a cut on her temple, which Dr. Boverly Eays is dangerous." Jauot shuddered. "I cannot help it if sho dies, can I?" sho asked, hysterically. "I did wliat I could to save her, didn't I?" " hi courso you did, miss moro'n any other woman would ha' done; and in courso you can't help it if she's done for outright. A body wouldn't s'poso you could keep yourself from dyin', you look so dead beat. Aro you hurt anywheres? " "'No, 1 think not" Sho made :m effort as she spoke, and slowly lifted her-clf; but a sharp swift pain cut through her ankle, and alio sank back again ; a dead faint for aw iiile making her oblivious of all things, even of the physical agony. Yhat with her exhaustion and the shock of the pain, Janet's syncopo was a prolonged one, so that sho had been carried away to her own cottage across the stream before she again re covered consciousness. The face she saw first was that of Dame Margery, the miller's wife, wet and wrinkled, as only tears and grief could make it. Janet smiled at her, in tender recog nition of tho gentleness with which sho was applying a wet bandage to her foot. Then the sluggi.-h tides about her heart flowed more vigorously, as she saw another person present: Dr. Beverly himself. In stinctively sho jerked her wrist away, for ho was feeling her pulse, lie seemed, however, not to notice the movement. "I think she will do now, Margery," he said, quite with his professional air. "You need not bo anxious about her. Apply tho wot bandage, when necessary, and keep hor quiet that is all." No, not all ; for, as ho turned to leave tho room, Janet looked at him so wistfully that ho stopped, seemed to repent of his cold indiffer ence, and went back. "Aro you suffering pain anywhero?" ho asked, kindly. " No." she answered with an effert, Btriving to imitate his calmness. "At least, not now. But thero was something that hurc me awhile ago. What was it ? " " Your ankle has been injured." "Oh, not broken?" "No. Only badly sprained. But your nerv ous system has had a severe shock. So my orders are that you are to bo kept very quiot. Do you think you can bo obedient," with a smile, "for onco in your life?" How beautiful that smile was. How beautiful his smilo always was. But she did not answer. She only gave a dreary little gasp of assent, llo saw she was not thinking of herself, and though he kncv, as a' professional man, that he ought to put a stop to tho conversation, thero was such a pitiful questioning in her eyes, that ho had not the heart to disregard it. Ho touched her wrist with his fingers one more. " Can't you promise," he said, tenderly, " that you will not even think of tho accident? Miss Glendower is really in no danger. And do you know," sho shivered at tho name, "that you saved her life ? You aro a heroine among ten thousand." " Where issho Miss Glendowcr?" shoasked, faintly, after a moment. "Here, under your own roof. I took tho liberty to bring her here, as this was tho near est place. Tho cut in her temple is deep, and has bled a great deal ; but I can speak almost positively: eho will, I think, recover." The color ilew into poor Janet's white faco. Sho turned to the back of tho sofa to conceal her weakness, and said, sharply : " I wonder you leave her. It is unnecessary for you to stay here. I can do quite well, you see, with Margery." " Yes, there is no positive need for my being here," ho answered, quietly. "You will do well, if you will only bo quiet. Mrs. Caxton will bo hero presently, and when she comes, and Miss Glendower is in her care, I will come ag-iin to sco you, and tell you if anjT unfavor able symptom has set in with Miss Glendower." " llo is, perhaps, too sanguine. Ho loves her, and can't believe she will die," said Janet, half pityingly, half bitterly, as ho went out; and then, in spito of everything, her weakness over came her; sho sank back, and was soon in tho dead sleep of exhaustion. It was late in the afternoon when sho awoke. Her first thought was of Miss Glendowcr. " If she dies, 1 am her murderer," sho said to her self. " Sho must bo worse, or someone would havo come to tell me sho was better. Doctor Beverly, himself, probably; for ho could not havo withheld the good news. Sho turned her head again to tho wall, as she spoke. But suddenly there was a step on tho matting, and her wrist was pressed by fingers largo and firm patient fingers thoy were, too; for they did not relinquish their hold. So long did they keep it, that Janet grow painfully awaro of tho irregular fluctuations underneath them. Doctor Boverly seemed himself, pres ently, to becoino conscious of this symptom. Alarmed, ho stooped closo over her, trying to see her face. But sho kept it averted, and half concealed by her sleeve. " Janet," ho said, in a half whisper, at last. There was no response. "Janet," he said again, aud now passionately. " Oh, Janet, do not hido your dear face from me. I thought it was lost to my sight forever, when that horrible sheet of spray went over it, to-day. Didn't you hear my cry? My darling, how could you risk tho lifo which you knew was more precious to me than my own ? " But Janet did not speak. Her mind was in a daze. What did it all mean ? Had sho been mistaken? Was her jealousy uncalled for? Sho felt as if, but for his presence, she must Xour out the ecstacy of her heart in song. " Ono word only even a look a singlo dear smile as of old," pleaded the doctor. "A cloud has como between us lately, Janet dear ; but it has passed. Oh, believo me, I never loved auy ono but you." Theu, at last, Janet made a full confession. It was made in whispers, broken by sobs by hysterical laughter, at times, even. Sho told of tho anguish, tho doubts, and tho temptations which liad assailed her. Sho called herself a murderess, " at least in intention, and for a moment," she said. But Doctor Boverly was in no mood to listen to accusations against hor, even from her own lips. " You aro morbid to-day, dear," ho said. "You aro a heroine. You saved Miss Glen dower's life. But for you, tho rest of us would havo been too late. A murderess? No, an angel." And ho stooped and kissed her rever ently. It was a week before Miss Glendower heard of this interview. It was Mrs. Caxton who then told hor. The city hello listened silently. There was a shadow on her face, as though tho clouds sho was watching left something of their gloom upon it. Later, though, the shado cleared away, as if tho clouds had gone; for 6ho rememborcd that Janet had saved her life. But Mrs. Caxton was not deceived. Not even when afterwards sho heard the low sweet voice humming the words: " Love is made a vague regrotj Eyes with idle tears aro wot; Idle habit links us yet. What is lovo? For wc forgot Ah, no I No I" Peterson's. A HOME OF IRON. The Xovel Duelling which a I'cnnHrlrauIa Zlnnha.fi Projected. George L. Huston, of Parkesburg, Chester county, Penn., is about to build a palatial pri-. vato mansion for himself entirely of iron, the foundations being of solid rock. Tho archi tect is an Englishman whom Mr. Huston met while abroad. Tho iron work is now boing turned out at Coatesville, as tho superstructure is to bo of iron entirely. Tho floor of tho hall, vestibule and library will bo laid with polished cast-iron t,fles, in which different qualities of iron will bo used to produce tho same variety of color as in ordinary tilo flooring. All tho other floors of tho houso will be of stout iron plates firmly bolted to tho iron joists. Tho outside wall and insido partitions all through the structure will be composed of two courses of iron plates firmly bolted together, so as to be air-tight. These hollow iron walls and par titions will be used instead of chimneys and for convoying heat to different parts of tho house, and for ventilation. Tho hot smoke and gases from tho furnaces passing through tho side3 of tho rooms in this way will, it is claimed, be almost sufficient to keep tho house comfortable in tho coldest weather, so that tho heating can be done with ubout one-half tho fuel required in ordinary houses. All tho doors and window sashes will also bo of iron, but will bo constructed in Huch a light way and so nicely balanced upon hinges and weights as to open and shut as easily as tho.-;c mado of wood. All tho insido walls and partitions will bo handsomely painted aud frescoed so as to present tho appearance of an ordinary houso finished in plaster. Outside, the stj'lc of arehi tectccture will bo light and graceful, and it will bo painted and ornamented so as to look as if it was built of wood. The roof will bo of strong boiler-plate, and on the top, at the con vergence of the four gables, will bo a handsome observatory supported at the four corners by four Ionic pillars of iron. Inside, tho orna ments will bo mado of tho same material. In the parlor will bo a mantel of polished steel, handsomely ornamented. Thero will bo a simi lar ono in tho dining-room, upon which will be engraved hunting scenes. In tho library will be a massivo mantel so constructed that it will look Jis if it vero made of pig iron fused to gether. Quite a curiosity in this room will bo a cabinet for tho exhibition of specimens of iron. This will bo constructed entirely of strongly magnetized iron, so that all tho speci mens will adhere to tho back of it, held in place solely by magnetic attraction. In order to guard against tho bulging which would talce place in such a solid iron structure on account of tho contraction or expansion caused by tho heat and cold, thero will ba breaks in tho iron at intervals, which will bo filled with rubber, so that when expansion takes place there will be room for it without producing any change in tho contour of tho framework. As much as possible of tho furuituro will also bo of iron, so that if it takes fire in any part, nothing can burn but tho carpets and the few articles of wood that may bo within reach of tho flames. Tho houso will bo an architectural and scientific curiosity. Mr. Huston admits that it may cost twice or three tunes as much as an ordinary house, but claims that with a littlo attention it will last for centuries without re pairs, and will never cost a cent for insurance. Manitoba. By Joaquin Miller. 0 neighbors, neighbors, rouse you! Quick! My hearth is empty anil forlorn, My heart is empty, faint and Hie):, For John came dragging homo nt morn, Two frozen limbs, ami oil! and oh I My boy left buried in tho tnow! Nay, hlnmo not John. The day trna wild "With driving snow that drowned bin faoa. Tho hidden hloigh now holds my child, Tho horse stands frozen in bis place. Come, neighbors, quick ! lie not so slow! My boy lies buried in tho snow. The snow Is frozen; follow mo ! Like ico this gleaming sea of enow I And far across tbc frozen sea The mound where bo is lying low. Oh, like to gold bis hair; bis eyes "Were bits of yonder bluest skies. 1 clad my boy us best T had, The hleigh Hpcd ringing toward the mill. My boy! my poor, lost farmer lad! Oh, that I had you witli me still ! Why, I would givo these snowy lands To knit two mittens for his hands ! But, neighbors, neighbor hero 1 Behold This mound of snow, this broken pluco! A Kwcet faco in a sheen of gold ! Two blue eyes laughing in my face! My boy, my boy, u ife, sound, and well. Breaks liko somu chicken from his shell 1 The Advaiie. O IVO, A Brand -New Year 5 Or, How the Mortgage was Paid Off. By Sophie Swell. There wore so many of them ! Tommy and Aleck, Jack and Jill (Jill's name was really Goruldiuc, but everybody called her Jill because ! pho and Jack wore twins and always together), Becky and Taddy, and little Sam and tLc baby, to hay nothing of George Washington Lafayette Robert Lee Lincoln, Aunt 1'atra's boy, who, when it came to mischief, was tho equal of all the white children put together. Oucc it had been only a cause of rejoicing that thoy were so many; they could havo no end of fun by themselves, and they were fo sorry for the littlo Furgusons, who were only two, and could play hardly any rousing game at homo of a rainj' day; and as for Thanny Thorpe, who had not ono single brother or sis ter, he always mado them think of tho poor giant Pcwobbct, who was shut up in an iron tower, and wept so for loneliness that ho trickled all away. But, oh dear! everything was sadly changed now. Papa had lost all his money, and they had been obliged to leave their beautiful home in tho South, and como away off to this littlo New England town, where a houso and some land had been left them by a relative, and then papa had died suddenly, and they woro left alone among strangers-, and with hardly any money. Mamma tried to keep tho tears out of her eyes, and taught music, and sewed for people, working sometimes far into tho night, aud do ing her very best to earn money enough to mako them all comfortable. But there was a mortgage on tho houso, and tho interest had to bo paid very often, and there was so many of theui! And thero was "that boy Linkum." That was what his old mamma always called him, and thoy had all fallen into tho same habit. Linkum wore out two pairs of shoes to tho other children's one, and his kuec3 and elbows seemed to havo such a fondness for the open air that thoy would make their way through tho thickest cloth in less than a fortnight. And Linkum's bump of destructiveness was developed to an alarming extent. He could not be trusted to take anything into His hands that could by any possibility bo broken, and ho declared himself that if he looked at a dish it " done fell over and split open." In tho bottom of her heart Aunt Patra was very fond of Linkum, but sho was always say ing that "dcro was enuf moufs to feed widout due lazy nigger's, an' it was high time dat ho done went oil' and earned his own libin'." It made all the children very sad to hear Aunt Patra say that, for in spite of his pranks they had a great affection for Linkum. Ho was devoted to them, and always so good natured and merry you must be feeling very badly indeed if Linkum couldn't cheer you up. When mamma was so palo and tired "that it would mako one's heart ache to look at her she would laugh, just as sho used to do, at some of Linkum's droll sayinzs. And it mado her feel as badly as tho children to think of letting Linkum go away, especially as sho was afraid ho might not find people who would bear with his troublesome pranks. But one day she said sho was afraid ho would have to go. Sho had lost two of her music scholars, and her eyes were beginning to trouble her so that she was afraid sho should not bo able to sew much lon.sor, and tho interest on tho mortgage was overdue. And a man over in Lancaster wanted to hire Linkum to cut wood. It was tho last day of tho year, and things did seem very sad. Christmas had not been in tho least liko any Christmas that the chil dren had ever known. It did seem a little too bad that Sauta Gnus should turn tho cold shoulder upon on because oni was poor. And now, with all the n.S of their troubles, thoy must part with Linkum poor Linkum who doubled himself up as if he were in pain at the mere mention of his going, aud uttered most melancholy howls. Tommy, who was tho oldest, and felt himself to bo tho man of tho family, although he wa3 only twelve, shared his mother's confidence, and realized what soro straits they were in. Ho agreed with his mother that since thero was nobody in tho neighborhood who wanted to hiro Linkum, ho must go, although it seemed almost too hard to bo endured. "Well, to-morrow is New Year's Day; per haps something very nice will happen," said Jill. Jill read fairy stories, and was always expecting things to happen just as they did in the stories. "Sometimes things go on happening just the same, if it is a new year," said Aleck. "I wish this would bo a brand now year ! " It did Eeem very sad that Linkum should have to go on Now Year's Day, but the man who wanted to hiro him camo for him, and they all resolved to put a bravo face on tho matter, for it never would do to begin tho now year with tears, and besides, their tears gave renewed impetus to Linkum's bowlings, which wore really frightful to hear, and caused his now employer to inquire if ho wasn't subject to cramp in tho stomach. At tho very last Tommy took Linkum be hind tho shed-door for a littlo private inter view. What was said there nobody knew, but when ho omerged from tho retirement the cramp in Linkum's stomach seemed grjeatly improved, and ho responded with a faint semblanco of one of his customary grins to tho good-byes show ered upon him. Tommy took his way to his daily work with a resolve to ask Mr. Savage, tho lawyer, whoso office-boy ho was, to raiso his wages. But when ho opened tho oilice-door thero was a strange young man at tho desk, and Mr. Savage was occupied with several gcutlomcn. Ho turned his head to say, carelessly, to Tommy : " I sha'n't havo any further need of your services, as this young man, who is to study with mo, will attend to your duties. I beliovo thero is a small sum duo you, and if you will call some timo when I am not busy I'll givo it to you." Poor Tommy ! He left the office without a word, his hopes all crushed. Thero were very few chances for a boy liko him to get work in tho town. Ho might havo to go away as Linkum had doue, and that would break his mother's heart. It was just possible that thoro might be some work that he could do at tho iron-mills; a few odd jobs would bo better than nothing. Mr. Forbes, tho superintendent, was always busy, and a man of few words. Tommy dreaded to go to his office, because ho held the mortgage on thoir house, and ho might say something about tho unpaid interest ; but as it was the only chance for work that there seemed to bo, ho summoned all his courago and knocked at his office door. "Want a boy?" said Mr. Forbes. "Well, if we do, thero aro plenty of big ones in tho world, so wo needn't take up with a little chap like you." But thero was a pleasant twinkle in his eyes, so Tommy didn't mind that his words wore not very polito. "You're Tommy Woodford, aro you?" con tinued Mr. Forbes. "Well, wo do need an ollice-boy, but I was thinking of having ono older than you, who could help tho clerk with his accounts sometimes. Aro you quick at fig ures?" " 1 am not so very slow, sir," he said, modestly. "You might try mo. " Well, that is not a bad suggestion," said Mr. Forbes, who was looking him over care fully all tho time. " You may como to-morrow morning, and I will try you." Tommy ilew homo as if ho had wings, and told tho good news. Ho found that there was hard work in tho oflico of tho Iron Company, and tho clerk was not so pleasant as Mr. Forbes; and when ho found that Tommy was both quick and exact at figures, ho left work for him to do that did not rightfully belong to his share, and ho some times went away when ho ought not to go, aud left Tommy in solo charge of tho otlico. But Tommy was determined that nothing should daunt him, and ho never complained, and Mr. Forbes's attention was attracted from what was going on in tho otlico by disturbances in tho mills, owing to tho dissatisfaction of tho men and their threatening to strike for highor wages. Ono night, at tho end of Tommy's sec ond week at tho mills, the clerk, who had been absent for half tho afternoon, failed to return at six o'clock, tho usual time for closing tho office. Tommy had no authority to closo it, and as Mr. Forbes had gone to a distant town to secure a new corps of men iu case thero should bo a striko, Tommy had no alternative but to Avait until tho clerk returned. Night had closed in beforo six o'clock, and a OUR YOUNG FOLK storm was threatening, aud Tommy -thought of his long, cold waik, and longed for the home fireside and the cakes that Aunt Patra lovcd'to keep hot for him. Then he remembered that some of the next day's work might bo done while ho was waiting. But just as he sat down at tho desk and opened the account-book the door was suddenly thrown open. Tommy arose with a sigh of relief, but when ho turned, instead of the clork, whom ho ex pected to sco, two rough-looking men stood be fore him. One of them turned tho key. Tommy was sure they were mill hands, although ho could not sec their faces. "All we want of you, youngster, 13 the key of the safe," said ono of them. How they knew that he was acquainted with the whereabouts of the key of the safo Tommy wondered, the natural supposition boiug that Mr. Forbes carried it about his person, as, in deed, he habitually did; but from tho fact that some valuable papers which were kept in the safo were being copied by tho clerk and, Tommy, tho key was deposited in a little secret draw in Mr. Forbes's desk. "What right havo you to ask for the safe key?" demanded Tommy. Ho was conscious of a littlo inward quailing, but his tone was firm. " We don't mean to waste words with you," said ono of the men. " We'll trouble you to tell us wIicto that key is, or " and ho drew a pistol from his pocket and laid it down whero Tommy could sco it. Tommy remembered that ho was alone in the building, everybody leaving at six o'clock, therefore to call for help would be useless; but oven while ho thought of it ono of tho men thrust a gag into his mouth, while tho other tightly pinioned his arms. " Wo'll try our luck at finding it, and if wo can't do that we'll make him tell," said one of them with a fierce oath. The gag choked him almost to suffocation, and the ropes cut his arms so that the pain was almost unendurable. Footsteps sounded in tho corridor, and some one tried the door. Oh, if ho could only cry out ! As tho footsteps died away it seemed to Tommy as if all his hopes of seeing mother, brothers, sisters and home went with them. But a sentence from ono of Jill'3 old stories kept repeating itself in his mind: "So Sir Cuthbert did his duty as a true knight, know ing that God had created him for nothing less." Sir Cuthbert fought dragons and serpents with innumerable heads, and forocious wolves. Tommy wondered, vaguely, in tho midst of his pain, whether Sir Cuthbert ever got home to his mother: ho didn't remember to havo heard tho end of tho story. Tho men wcro growing fiercely angry that thoy could not find the key, and one was blam ing tho other that they had not tools with which to break open the safe. Tommy knew that they would waste no more time, but would forco hiin to tell now, if they could. Some thing very liko despair came over him, when, suddenly pressed against a window-pane, he saw a face a black faco, surmounted by a woolly top-knot Linkum's faco ! It seemed to Tommy that ho must havo died and gono to heaven when ho saw that faco. But it was ouly tho beginning of a merciful unconsciousness. Thoro was a crash as if the whole world had tumbled to pieces, and when Tommy opened his eyes it was upon Linkum's faco close beside hi3, somo officers putting handcuffs upon tha men, and a crowd of people pouring into tho oflico. " You 'member what you done tolo mo behind do shed door ? " Linkum was explaining. " How if dis hero nigger was dat homesick ho couldn't stand it nohow, to done fotch hisself home, an' you wouldn't eat a bit but what he done had his sharo ob? Dis nigger was dat miserable homesick he tought for sure he'd die, an' ho douo come home. Ho look all round do win ders ob do house an' couldn't see nuflin' ob yer, an' he hear 'cm say mighty quar yer done stay so late, 'an ho como to de office, 'on he see light an' hear voices, but couldn't get in, an' it seem mighty quar, so he done climb up do spout an' look in do winder 1 Didn't take him long to fotch a ossifer an' break in dat do'!" So the safe, which contained a great deal of money as well as valuable papers, was untouched, and Tommy was tho hero of tho hour. Every body was crowding around to havo the privi lege of shaking bands with him. And Linkum was not without his sharo of praise. But the best is yet to toll. Mr. Forbes mado Tommy a present of the mortgage deed can celled. He said Tommy had saved him a great deal more than that, and it wa3 only his duo. 116 also raised his salary, for he said tho com pany could afford to pay for such services as his. And ho gave Linkum a situation in the mills, so ho didn't have to go away again. Aleck said "it really W03 a brand new year!" Harper's Young I'eojile. LEE'S SURRENDER. A Graphic Description of tho Scene at Appoaat- tox by General Chamberlain. From UiA BrunswicJ; (21c.) Telegraph. On tho evening before tho great question was to ho tried we prepared to break camp be fore tho dawn. Tho enemy was in a hopeless condition their right smashed, their centre pierced, their Strang works in front lost, their principal line of communication cut, Peters burg in our possession, the fall of their capital inevitable. Tho campaign lasted 12 days only. The skirmishing all day and tho marching all night, and then on tho last three days the racing and pursuit greatly wearied our men. Tho ouly hope of tho enemy was to push west erly by a pathway that led them along the south of the Appomattox River. That pathway was traversed by many streams, and as thoy rushed along it was only to find at every cross ing some hot vanguard. It was the last night of tho pursuit. Sheridan, who was just a little way ahead, had sent back word that ho was close upon tho enemy and likely to 6triko him at any moment, and asked us to make about eight miles more than tho hard day's march that wo might keep up with tho cavalry. It was blackest midnight when with flushed faces and aching limbs wo reached the goal. Down wo lay there in our blankets, supparless ; fevered by tho heat of tho march, then chilled by the dews of tho Virginia Spring. Scarcely has the first broken dream begun, when a mounted officer splashed down tho road, bearing in his hand a noto from Sheridan: "If you can possibly push out your infantry to-night we will havo great results in tho morning." Almost beforo tho lingering echoe3 of the "Halt" havo died away, tho tired brain of tho dreamer hears tho buglo noto. Tho horses are hurried up. The men form in short ranks. In throo hours wo have reached Appomattox Sta tion. Already wo can hear tho sharp ring of the hoarse artillery, drowned by the surly roar of tho rebel guns. There is no mistake. Sheri dan is square across tho rebel retreat, and with that glorious cavalry alone, in which our First Maino was in the very front, ho was holding at bay all that was left of tho proudest army of tho Confederacy. Suddenly an officer from Sheridan appeared and delivered this message : "Sir, Gen. Shcridau wishes you to draw off two columns and come to his support. The rebel infantry is pressing him hard, and likely to drive him from tho field." Such chanced to bo my own order. Breaking from the woods we coon catch sight of Sheridan's banner. Beneath it sat that eaiin yet headlong man mounted on tho fiery stood that had turned tho battlo of tho Shenandoah. In full view of us our cavalry gallantly stem ming tho lire of tho Stonewall Jackson corps. We wheel into lino of battle. Every arm of tho servico w;is in full play. On ono side tho lino rolled back ; on tho other pressed irresisti bly on. As tho battlo took shape we becamo tho oxtremo right of a semicircle enveloping Lee. Mcautimo tho other corps of infantry were coming up aud forming a sort of semi circle. Coming up on the rebel rear aro tho Second. Sixth and Ninth Corps of our army, aud uulcss thoy can break through us within a half hour, all is lost by them. The rebel bat teries aro drawn off from tho crest, and they take their ground near tho court-house of tho littlo hamlet called Appomattox. We press for ward on tho south side. The die is cast. Wo hear tho rattle of our light artillery coming up behind, and wo catch glimpses of Sheridan closing on the foe. Wo dash on over swamp and stream. All 13 excitement. Soon two horsemen come galloping out from tho rebel line, one of them waviug a flair of truce. The aide makes his graceful salutation and delivers his message: " Gen. Longstreet desires a cessation of hostilities until ho can hear from Gen. Lee as to a proposal of surrender." Mean time, of courso, we still advance. Wo have no orders to halt, but tho firing slackens on both sides. In a moment comes tho order to cease firing and to halt A trnce is agreed upon till -I o'clock in tho afternoon. Four o'clock come3. No word from Leo and Grant is heard; so what have wo to do after this but to resume hostili ties? Tho order came: "Prepare to make or receive an attack in 10 minutes." Wo pushed forward our skirmish lines ; but Leo and Grant had coaievFho final antwsm-fe act, Jong coming now. JThe surrender is made by Lt-e. What a word for us ! That aky nfast lucre teen bronze that it was not Tent asunder by ihe up roar of shouting and cheering that continued late into the night. We were in camp all the naxfc day whilo Gens. Grant and Leo were arranging the de tails of tho surrender. Put on the next night, about midnight, I was ordered to have my com mand out at 5 o'clock the next morning to re ceive the colors of the rebel army of Northern Virginia. It was chilly that morning, but you may safely guess wc were oa time. We formed in liuo of battlo. stretching along the south street of the town from the bank of the stream to the court-house three-quarters of a mile ia extent facing north. We were not ashamed to face that way now. Old Massachusetts to tho right of the line all that was left of her Eighteenth, Twenty-second ; Thirty-second and th8 Forty-first Mine willing to follow where sho was worthy to lead, and tho proud fragments of the Twentieth and First sharp shooters; Michigan, never behind when a bo'.d blow was to be struck, with tho shadowy frag ments of her once glorious First, Fourth, Six teenth; then Pennsylvania on the left with all that remained to be seen of her Sixty-sixth, Eighty-third, Ninety-first, One Hundred and Eighteenth, and One Hundred and Fifty-fifth. In the rear of us, Gregory's New York brigade of new troops, but worthy. Opposite, our own gallant littie First brigade. In that surrender, Gen. Grantshcwed a mag nanimity that we were disposed to criticise. He insisted, however, that while private property should be respected wherever it might be, all that belonged to the secession tho rebel army, officers and men, must march out in due cere mony and lay down their arms and colors ia the presence of some portion of our troops. A3 wo stand there in the morning mist, we seethe relel army breaking camp, and then slowly and reluctantly forming ranks for the last timo. And now they move the great mass breaking into a column of march ; Gen. Gordon, with the Stonewall Jackson corps, then Longstrcet's corps, then Hill's corps, commanded by Heath. On they came, the relellion battle-flags with the diagonal cross and tho 13 stars. The head of tho rebel column comes opposite our right, and at the bugle signal we come to the "Carry arms." The rebel commander, Gen. Gordon, at the head of tho column, observes thi3 little courtesy, and drops the point of his sword and gives the command to " Carry." Not a sound from the trumpet, nor roll of drum, but in still ness as if indeed the dead were passing there thus theymoved. Then theystacked armsand took off their cartridge-boxes and laid them on tho pile. Lastly, painfully, they furled their battle-flags and laid them in the dust; somo kneeling down over them and kissing them with burning tears. And then the Star-soangled Banner waved alone upon tha field Thus all day long, division after division comes, goc3 through the ceremony, and passes on. Having been stripped of citizenship, and giving their honor never to raise arms again, they can j.o whero they will. Meantime, all day? no taunt, no cheer, nor whisper of vainglory escapes a single man of oura. Thero was something liko a half-fraternal feeling toward these men. Yv'a were fellow-soldiers at last. Tho tremendous battles were wrought by us together. Whoever had mado tho war, we had ended it. On tho morrow, along the hillsides, what a contrast indeed ! Singly, or in groups, on foot, on horse, aro thoso men making their way, ovory one for his far-away home, and we are left alone aud lonesome. When wc took up our weary march homeward, it was dull to plod oa without skirmishers ahead. It was tame, too, that where tho road ended no pickets were placed, and our peace not to be disturbed by tha leaden songsters. It seemed a wasto of oppor tunity that upon tho march, when we entered a valley no battery belched upon us from the heights beyond. Eut all is over now, and fast vanishing with the years. I see a new generation standing be fore mo and around. But though sometimes tho heart will yearn for those stirring dutie3 and those high companionships of the field, still, when I think of all the noble spirits that have passed in battle and tho storm, and how thosa littlo Virginia rivers aro flowing on to-night, just as they did while yet those earnest young eyes woro wont to gaze across their silentwaters, of how many hearts aro still to-night that then beat stronger than their tide, I thank God and heaven that no bugle on to-morrow's dawn shall wake us to reveille. Let ns not forget, dear friends, the last martyr; tho last? I should not say so ; for are they not dying day by day, and hour by hour, the heroes who fought the war to the glorious end? But the great martyr, who, in the supremo moment of his victory, " with malice toward none, with charity for all," fol lowing tho right as God gave him to see tho right, went to join his 300,000 that army of the unsurrendered, undischarged, who still for ever keep watch and guard about us. I sea them, marshaled in that pale yet glorious array on tho battlement heights that forever 3hall keep this Nation a3 one, and that commanding form, that homely, true face, I see among them, i and hear at times a sentiment which moves about from place to place, and whispers through, tho world of space in the deep night, that " AU is well." SONGS OF THE CAMP. John Burks of Gettysburg. Havo you heard the story that go-alpa tll Of Bums of Gettysburg? No ? Ah, well : Brief is the glory that hero earns, Briefer the story of poor John Burns; He was the fellow who won renown The only man who didn't back down When the rebels rode through hia nntlva towaj But held his own In the fight next day, "When all his townsfolk ran away. Thht wiis in July, bixty-three. The very day that General Lee, Flower of Southern chivalry, Bauled and beaten, baekwurd reeled From a stubborn Meade and a barren Cold. n. And it was terrible. On tha rlijht Raged for hours tho heavy tight, Thundered the battery's double bass, Difficult music for men to face ; "While on the left where now the sravaa "Undulate like tho living waves That all that day uneerwing; swepfc Up to the pits the rebels kept. Bound sho: ploughed the upland glndsa, Sown with bullets, reaped with bladut Shattered fences, here and there, Tossed their splinters in the air ; Tho very trees w ero stripped and bar; The barns that once held yellow groin Were heaped with harvests of thaalalnj The cattle bellowed on the plain. The turkey3 screamed with might nd r-ttr;. And brooding burn-fowl left their rest, With strange shell bursting in each nut. Hi. Just where the tide of battle turns, Street and lonely stood old John Burns, How do you think the man was dressed f lie woro an ancient, long bull' vest. Yellow as yaftron, but his best; And buttoned over his manly breeat Was a bright blue coat, with a rollinsf coIIaj And larse Kilt buttons size of a dollar With tnilstlmtthecoimtry folk called "awallcr.' lie wore a broad-brimmed, bell-crowned h&t, White as the locks on which it sat. Never had such a sight been seea For forty years on the villago green Since old John Burns was a country bsaii, And went to the quillings long: ago. rv. Close at his elbows all that day Veterans of the Peninsula, Sunburnt and bearded, charged away; And fetriplii!jr, downy of lip and chin. Clerks that the Home Guard mustered In, Glanced, as they passed, at tho hat he wora, Then at the rifle his right hand bore: And hailed him, from out their youthful lsrc, With scraps of a slanjjy repertoire : "How are vou white hat?" "Put her through," " Your bead's level," and " Bully for you 1 " Culled hiin " Daddy," begged he'd disclose The name of tho tailor who made his clothes, And what was tho value he set on those? While Bums, unmindful of jeer and soon, Stood there picking tho rebels off. With his long brown rifle andbell-croTrn.ht, And the swallow tails they were laughing afc. 'Twos but a ineraeni, for thai respect Which clothes all courage their volcea ohookod; And something the wildest could understand Spake in the old man's strong right handj And his corded throat, and the lurking froTra Of his eye-brows under his old bell-crown, Until, as they gazed, there crept an awo Through the ranks in whispers, and aoma sae saw. In tho antique vestments and lonjc white hair, The Bant of the Nation in battlo thero; And some of tho soldiers since declare That the gleam of his old white hat afar, Liko tho crested plumo of the bravo Navarre, That day was their Orifhuno of war. VI. So raged the battle. You know tho rest ; How the rebels, beaten and backward pressed, Broke at the final chargo and ran, At which John Burns, a practical man, Shouldered his rifle, unbent his brows, An: then went back to his bees and his cows. That is the story of old John Burns; This is the moral the reader learns : In fighting the battlo, the question' whothor You'll show a hat that's white or a feathar ? BasT Hahts.