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r.USlXUSS IJIllECTOItY.
CICELY.
HAUTOiN,
The Master of Milldean.
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C. A. ROBINSON A CO.,
CALEBS IX CHOICE BEAM'S OF FLOUR.
Iii'pol Store.
D. McttOUGALL.
ERCHANT TAILOR, AXD DEALER IN GEXTS'
t'urnuiiimr Goods.
IX
f DEALER
J J General Merchandise
O. D. OWEN,
PRY GOODS. CLOTHIXG
AXD
m1
llouras.
A. J. CUTLER.
PATTERN
Barton. Barton Landing 4 Newport.
IT
M. HUBEAED,
fU?E PAINTER. PAPER HAXGER. GLAZIER
anl Imitator pf Wood anil Mjable.
A. C. ELAKE,
MANUFACTURER OF VLOUR, MEAL A PEED,
Dealer in all kinds of Grain. .
" JOHN ARK.LEY.
A rACHIXIST AXD CUSTOM BLACKSMITH.
Si-ecial oiteution given to Horse Shoeing.
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J. X. WEBSTER.
EIRE AXD ACCIDENT
INSURANCE
A
GROUT A BALDWIN.
rroRXEYS. COUNSELORS A SOLICITORS.
PERCIVAL A rORSAlTU,
KALER IX FURNITURE, COFFINS A CASKETS
C. F. Febcital.
F. T. FOBSA.ITH.
I
J. X. WEBSTER,
)IIOT )GRAPHER. DEALER IN STEREOSCOPES,
lt!n!, UVill, JMJUUI t , IUU Ituski iimucot
A
DALE A ROBINSON,
TTORXEY S AND COUNSELORS AT LAW.
C. J. ROBINSON.
TV.'.ACTlCAL MILL WEIGHT. WILL DO MILL
t Jobs or Furnish Plans for Mills. Agent for the
i, .ant Water heel, and all Mill Machinery.
II
LOUIS YOUNG,
ir.XESS MAKER AND TRIMMER. REPAIR-
ir.z ilone neatly and jirompt'y. Shop next door
.Marlilo Works.
M. SARGENT,
"A f" l T"F ACTURER OF CUSTOM MADE BOOTS
jM." and Shoes, Repairing promptly attended to at
i- iiMiiaMe rales.
F. W. BALDWIN
i r.yT foil
Insurance Co. Burlington. Vt, Insurance of all
kmns placed in the mock anu jiuiuiu i,oiuiuuies.
J. W. HALL A CO.,
DEILER IS DRY GOODS. CLOTHIXG. HATS
and Caps. W. 1. Courts. Groceries and General
t--n-liaiidiee. Will take Produce in exchange.
)
W. F. E0E1XS0X.
EALER IX PRY GOODS. GROCERIES. FLOUR,
Sail. Hats Caps, Boots Shoes, and Ready Made
J)
WHITCHER A CLARK.
EALER IN STOYES, TIN, JAPAN. WOOD
UUts and Hollow Ware and Agricultural Impte-
nt-. AH krads or Barter tasen in excnanae.
J. B. CASSIDY.
OHAVIXG AXD HAIR DRESSING. SPECIAL
O attention paid to cutting Ladies' and Chililren's
hair.
r.0PF.IETOR
Marble Works. Foreii.ii
K'lies, Monuments, Ac.
M. J. SMITH.
OF THE ORLEANS
and
COUNTY
American Marlle,
Vely nays you're a poet: niaybe; I ain't much on
rhyme :
I reckon you'd pive me a hundred, and beat me every
tune.
Poetry ! that's the way some eltars puts np au idee.
Uut I takes mine "straight without sugar. ' and mat s
what's the mutter with me.
Poetry just look Tomtd yon. alkali, Tock And sae ;
Sage-brush, ruck, and alkali; ain't it a pretty page !
Sun in the east at moruiu', sun in the west at nifiht.
And the shadow of this yer station the only thing
moves iu signt.
Poerrv I Well now Polly ! Polly, run to yonr mam :
Kun right away, my pooty ! By by ! Ain't sue a lamb ?
Poetry that reminds me o' snthin' right iu that suit :
Jest shut that door tliax, will yer, for Cicely's ears is
cnte.
Ye noticed Polly, the baby f A month afore sin- was
iKiru.
Cicely uiy old woman was moody-like aud forlorn :
Out of her head aud crazy, aud talked of flowers aud
trees;
Family iubu yourself, sir t Well, yon know what a
woma he's.
Narvons she was, and restlesa.-said that she 'couldn't
stay.''
Saty. and the nearest woman seventeen miles away.
But I fixed it up with the doctor, and he said he would
be ou baud.
Aud 1 kinder tturk by the shanty, and fenced iu that
bit o' land.
One nittlit. the tenth of October, I woke with a chill
and fright.
For the dooi it waa standing open, and Cicely warn't
in sight,
But a note was piuned on the blanket, which it said
that she "couldn't stay,"
But had gone to visit her neighbor. seventeen miles
away !
When and how she stampeded, 1 didn't wait for to see.
For out in the road, next miuit, I started as wild as
she :
Running first this way aud that way, like a hound that
is otf the scent.
For there warn't no track In the darkness to tell me
the way she went.
I've had some mighty mean moments afore I kem to
this spot.
Lost on the plains in 'SO, drowned almost, and shot ;
But out on this alkali desrTt, a hunting a crazy wife,
Was ra'ly as on-sim-factory as anything in my life.
''Cicely! Cicely! Cicely !" I called aud I held my
breath.
And "Cicely f ' came from the canyon, and all was as
still as death.
And "Cicely ! Cieely! Cicely f came from the rocks
below.
And jest but a wisper of "Cicely V down from them
peaks of anow.
I ain't what yon call religious. but I jest looked np
to the sky.
And this 'ver's to what I'm comin", and maybe ye
think I he:
Bnt up away to the eat'aTd, yaller and big and far.
I saw of a suddeet rising the singlerist kind of star.
Biz and yallar and dancing, it seemed to beckon to me,
Yaller aud big and dancing, such as yon never see :
Big and yaller aud dancing. I never saw snch a star.
And I thought of them sharps in the bible, and I went
for it then and thar.
Over the brush aud bowlders I stnmoled and rushed
ahead :
Keeping t he star afore me, 1 went wherever it led.
It might hay been for an hour, when snddent and
r?art and nigh,
the yeartU afore me there rix np a baby's cry.
Listen ! thar's the same music ; hut her lungs theyr'e
tnincer now
Than the dav 1 packed her and her mother, I'm
derued if I know how.
But the doctor kem tha next xuinit, and the joke o'
the whole thing is
That Cis never knew what happened from that very
night to this !
Bnt Cicely says you're a poet, and maybe you might,
some day, .
Jest sling her a rhyme hout a baby that was born in
a enrions way.
Aud see what she says; and. old fellow, when yon
speak of the atar, don't tell
As how 'twas the doctor's lantern, for maybe 'twon't
sound so weiL
Brkt Haktk.
J. L. WOODMAN.
1 EALER IN BOOTS. SHOES. AND FINDINGS
1 ) of the best kind and quality. Ottered cheap for
Store opposite the Dru Store.
W. B. CBITCHETT,
1 JA1XTER AXD GLAZIER. GRAINING. WHITE
i washing and Paper Hanging done in the best
ft.- l'j and NttUfnctioii guaranteed. Orders solicited.
J. J. HILL.
SUCCESSOR TO F. P. CHENET. WILL CONTINUE
k to se'd a Lame Variety of Sewing and Knitting
Machines. Orders solicited.
E. F. DUTTOX.
SUCCESSOR TO WM. JOSLYN A SONS. DEALER
iu Drugs Medicines Dye Stud's Paints. Oils Jai
in. Tr.r;?uiins Varnishes Brushes Window Glass,
Putty. Book?, btationery and Fancy Goods.
I.. R. WOOD, JR.
tMiiameuLil Painting, Ac.
UusineM Directories.
METAL. GLASS.
Ban ner, Scene,
Proprietor of Wood's Star
AXI'FACTURER OF WOOD.
Canvass and Paper Signs. Banner, fccene,
C. L. FRENCH, M. D,
JHYSICIAX AXD SURGEON.
E. E. FOSTER
T IliOPRIETOR UNION HOUSE.
L for Mouipelier Mondays Wednesdays and Fri-
uays. and lor liarton twice a uay.
STAGE LEAVES
D. L. DWIXELL,
DEALER IN DRY GOODS, CLOTHIXG. HATS.
Caps and General Merchandise. The celebrated
fct. Leon Water on hand and for sale.
N. M. SCOTT.
I EOPRIETOR GLOVER FLOURING MILLS.
1 Best brands Family Floor always ou band. Also
(.urn and other feed. X. B. Particular aUeutiou paid
tu C'uaiom Grinding. o;i 6
J. W. 6C01T,
DEALER IX HARNESSES. RIDING BRIDLES.
Collars and Horse Clothing. Blankets Ac. All
kinds of trimming. Rubber aud Leather Covered,
haird. Tinned. Japanned and Gold Plate. Repairing
promptly attuuded to.
J. K. DM1NELL.
TAXUF ACTURER and dealer in Furniture of all
.if 1 kind and dosoriptions.Carpets, Room Paper
iMUinsaod fixtures. also Cotrins and Caskets. Picture
allies, Spring Beds At GloverVt
lUASUUltGH.
In too Much of a Hurry. A resi
dent of Sacramento, California, has late
ly given up steamboat travel, and now,
when he wishes to go to San Francisco,
he provides tickets by railway. His
preferences for the latter method of lo
comotion came about this wise : Not long
ago he had occasion to go to the metrop
olis of the pacific coast, and accordingly
he started for the steamer's landing, with
a carpet sack in one hand and a cane in
the other, in what he supposed to be
ample time. But when he came in sight
of the wharf he observed the boat ap
parently swinging away Irom her moor
ings, and, amid the 6houts and jeers of
the bystanders, he broke into a frantic
run for the landing. The boat was 8 or 9
feet from the wharf when he reached the
place where he had hoped to find a gang
plank, but nothing daunted, and trust
ing to the momentum acquired during
the run, he leaped into the air and gain
ed the vessel'a deck. Xot without acci
dent, however. The carpet bag struck
one passenger so violently in the stom
ach that he doubled up like a jackknife,
and absorbed a whole flask of brandy in
getting straightened out, while the cane
struck a man in the face with sufficient
force to suddenly induce him to get down
on his knees to look after his hat When
he had recovered it, the man who had
occasioned all this commotion, said to
him in a toDe of mingled apology and
self-gratulation :
"Well I made it !"
"Yes you di3," said the sore-headed
passenger, "but you durned old fool.this
boat aint going out, she's coming in."
1 EALER
XJ c
It. S. OUNE,
IN FURNITURE,
ASK.ETS, IrasburgU, VU
COFFINS ASD
2-i4
A
V. 1. TYLEU,
COUNSELLOR AXD
TTORXEY',
Also Iusuiance Agent, lrasburgn, v.
SOLICITOR.
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I.. II. THOMPSON,
VTTORXKY. COUNSELLOR AXD SOLICITOR
Also Bounty and Pension Agent. Irasburgh, Vt
E. W. FOWELl.,
1UOriUETOR IRASBURGU HOUSE, Irasburgh,
Vt. A gcod Livery in connection with the
liuue. Stai:e leaves for Barton Landing Depot, twice
a day. -2J
VY. L. KOELJL,
kEALER IX DRUGS. Medicines Dye 6tus, SUr
ti'werv. Blank lX-oks, Candies; C inars, Tooaoco.
'1 .! t ?oai.. Fancv Articles and all the popular Patent
Jlt-lK-int-, Irasburgh, Vu 2-
y
fi. KTAFOHU,
rpiIK SAME OLD CHAP AS EVER, always on
L Han i at bis Post of Trade where Every man
I-vei to Trade for G -ods in his line, such as Harnne
f and Tinware. Livery Stable and Groceries, Victualsea
t his HuuKe.and Clipper Scythes, with other Eatables,
sad a good place for travelers horses at his barn
Irailmrgh, Vt. 2-24
MISCELLANEOUS,
D. A C 9. HKIXNP.R. "
DEPOT STORE. (SUCCESSORS TO G RANDY,
Skinner A Parker,) Dcalei in Flour, Corn. Gro-tk-,
Hardware. PaitiU and Oils. Barton Landing. Vt.
Dakiel Sxie- 4-U C. 8. SwsxEi.
MAIJISON rOWU-S
WILL KEEP CONSTANTLY ON HAND ALL
V the latest styles of ready-made Coffins Caskeu,
t'lrud Kobes aud Trmimings of every description
T-niij reasonable. West Albany, Vt.
A Granger's Dream. The Lanark
Gazette, a staunch Granger paper, pub
lishes the following which is too good
to be lost:
A Granger dreamed that he died he
went straight to the spirit-world ; he
knocked at the gate of the New Jerusa
lem and it was opened unto hiin. The
books were opened ; he was asked, "did
you ever belong to any secret societies ?"
to which he replied, "I did. To the
Grangers." "Then, sir, you cannot be
admitted, depart." He then went to
the door of the bottomless tit, where
the same questions were again asked him
by the Devil, and again he was told to de
part After he had gone a little way
off he was accosted by the homely ruler
of the pit, when the following proposi
tions were made : "Stranger said Xick,
"I will not admit vou here : thev do
not want yen in Heaven ; but I will sel
you two hundred barrels of brimstone
for cash, ten per cent, off, and you can
start a little hell of vour own, with no
agents or middle-men."
P. R. KENDALL,
TTORN'EY. BARTON LANDING. VERMONT.
W. V. MILE!,
A TTORXEY AT LAW.
i. k.
2-M
North Craftsbury. Vt.
UOIJLKT IJII.LIS,
DEALER IX HARNESSES, blankets, whips, curry
cm.irt, Ac- Burton Landing, VU
J. r. uniii,
1)')'ician and Surgeon. Office at his residence,
"si-1 Baiton LandiB-.'Vt.
IMt. O. A. BK.MI, 1 '
UOMCEoPATHIC PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON
1-1 Craftsbory. Vermont.
CL'TI.KK &OSS,
rAXCFACTURERSofCarriagesandSleigln.
'- Greensboro, Vt.
E.I
VJUROEOX DENTIST.
I J Village Weill
HTEVKNsi,
At Little's Hotel in Barton
etlaesday. Barton Landing, Vt.
Waterproof Grease for Boots. In
order to prevent rain-water from passing
through boots during cold weather, they
should be treated as follows: Take
pound of the best fresh tallow or hard
mutton suet and melt it in an earthen
ware dish with half a pound of bees-wax
and about half an ounce of rosin, and
apply the compound to the leather while
warm, but not too hot. The soles as
well as the uppers should be soaked
with this preparation. The wax tends
to render the leather more durable and
pliable, because it is an excellent antis
eptic. There is no better leather un
guent than this.
"Hecky ! are you in earnest ?"
"Why not, mamma? Don't you see
it's a self-evident fact that money must
be obtained in one way or other, unless
we prefer starvation to death ; an alter
native which I, for one don't relish !"
Becky Martin tied the shaker bonnet
resolutely over her silky brown curls
which would have driven a Broadway
hair-dresser frantic with envy, and drew
back the curtains of the kitchen window
admitting a flood of bright May sunshine
over its well secured boards.
Well, after all, theie may be as much
romance in a kitchen as in a bondoir.
Don't you believe it ? Then 1 wish you
could have seen the bunch of purple li
lac plumes in the pitcher on the table,
and the tin teakettle prosing on the
stove, and the glowing scarlet peppers
that hung above the chimney, and above
all, Becky herself "in madder red" cali
co that fitted as prettily as if it had
been the royal purple velvet that Mrs.
Lincoln wears on Keception Days. As
for jewels, she had not one what need
of jewels when her hazel eyes were all
instinct with diamond light and her
cheeks like blush roses against white
velvet, and her pretty mouth touched
with a vivid crimson such a3 you see
where a ripe peach is cleft away from
its stone.
So Becky Martel stood looking out on
the little garden border where May-pinks
crowded the shrinking violets out into
the path, and silver green southernwood
shook its head solemnly at the varnish
ed gold of tossing buttercups ; but she
did not see the bright spring blossoms.
Mrs. Martel groaned dolorously as she
surveyed the stocking she was darning.
"I never thought a daughter of mine
would be reduced so low."
As what, mamma ?" said Becky,
turning around quickly.
"As to work for a living."
"Is that all ?" laughed Becky, sud
denly kneeling down so as to bring her
cheek close against the old lady's cap
border. "My gracious mamma, what do
you suppose these ray hands were given
to me for ? Now, if I were a romantic
damsel, I should shed a few tears and
take to poetry and the guitar, and see
you suffer, and consider myself general
ly, in the light of a victim ! But I am
not !" pursued Becky, setting her little
white teeth close together : "and so I'm
going up to Milldean to try and get a
situation there."
"As seamstress ? or as a companipn
to the housekeeper."
"Neither," said Becky ; "as nymph of
the kitchen and lady president of the
pies and pastry ! Now mamma, don't
pray, look so horrified ! Six dollars a
month is quite a sum, and I tell you we
must have money !" Mrs. Martel did
not answer, taking refuge in a disconsolate
series of sighs, and Becky put the stray
curl back under the shaker, and walked
away up the country road, to where the
Milldean gleamed whitely through the
evergreens upon the hill side.
The superb Bourbon roses hung in
crimson drapery over the terrace in front,
the honey suckles were all alive with
murmuring, the close shaven grass be
fore the portico was sprinkled with a
shower of bright dandelion blossoms, as
Becky's madder-red dress brushed light-
y over them and her elastic foot pressed
down their bright disks.
"Why, Becky Martel, is that you ?"
Miss Anastasia Brown, the housekeep
er's daughter, sat in the curtained bay
window, reading a yellow covered book,
in an elegant dishabille of blue muslin
and fluttering azure ribbons a pale
young lady with light eyelashes and red
dish brown hair, whom you would have
pronounced "rather pretty," in virtue of
her blue eyes and wax-like complexion.
"Good morning, Anastasia ; is your
mother in ?"
"Mamma ? Yes, I believe so. She is
up stairs laying out the summer cur
tains. Did you wish to see her ?'
"Yes," said Becky. "I understand
the kitchen maid's situation is vacant."
It is," drawled Miss Anastasia. "Can
you recommend any suitable person to
us ?"
"I can recommend myself !"
"Yourself !"
Becky Martel laughed at Miss Brown's
look of dismay.
"Why not "? I am poor and must do
something."
"But I thought Mrs. Martel had
shares in such Company or other that
rendered you independent ?"
"The Company hud unfortunately fail
ed." Oh !" said Anastasia. "But, Becky,
you are a lady or have been brought
up as one."
Well, cannot I be a lady still, even
though it should be in a kitchen ?"
Anastasia shrugged her shoulders.
"Why don't you teach, r take in
sewing or something of that sort
Becky bit her lip ; she did not like
this species of catechism.
"I don't teach, because the district
6chool is already taken ; I don't 6ew, be
cause nobody in this vicinity has any
sewing to give me. Now will you allow
me to pass ?"
Miss Anastasia drew back, and Becky
Martel went up stairs to the house-keep
er's room with the dignity of a young
queen.
Mrs. Brown leisurely polished her
spectacles on the end of her apron as
she listened to Becky's statement of her
errand.
"Do tell said Mrs. Brown. "Think
o' your goin out as a kitchen gal. Why,
your hands is as white as our Stasia's
It's a come down in the world, ain't it
and Widow Martel has always held her
head so high. Dear me kitchen gal !"
Where is the harm ?" said Becky,
composedly, "I have yet to learn that
there is any disgrace in earning an hon
est livelihood in whatsoever manner may"
seem best,"
"Of course of course." said Mrs.
Brown, "but Stasia never washed a dish
or ironed a pocket handkerchief in her
life she thinks it kind o' low to work-
and then Stasia's so literary. However,
I don't know as I have any objections
what can you do ?"
And Becky went through a list of do
mestic accomplishments as calmly as a
fashionable retired young lady enumer
ates the conquests she has made, or the
number of parties she has attended dur
ing the year. Mrs. Brown nodded her
head thoughtfully at each one, and Miss
Anastasia, who had sauntered up stairs,
tossed her ribbons rather scornfully.
"Well, I guess you may come," said
Mrs. Brown, "what do you say, Stasia ?"
"Beally," said Miss Anastasia, "it
cannot be of much consequence to me
who you employ as kitchen maid. Only,
Becky Martel"
"Well?"
"I prefer that in speaking to me you
would say Miss Anastasia or Miss Brown,
henceforth. Our altered position you
know "
"Certainly," said Becky, trying hard
not to laugh an effort that dotted her
pretty cheeks with dimples irrepressible.
"I'll remember, Miss Anastasia."
"Of course there will be very little
intercourse between us," went on Anas
tasia, not quite certain whether Becky
Martel was laughing at her, but feeling
a little embarrassed nevertheless. "You
know we are related to the Smith's of
Milldean"
"Callender Smith's uncle's step-mother
was my brother's second wife's cous
in !" interrupted Mrs. Brown. - - r
"Never mind that, mamma," said Miss
Anastasia, rather tartly. "I dare say,
Rebecca, you will find Desire Teabody a
very pleasant companion she is the
chambermaid, you know, and I hope
you'll not get discontented with your
station."
"I shall endeavor to preserve a spirit
of resignation," said Becky dryly.
Miss Anastasia was a little puzzled at
the new kitchen maid's perfect self-possession,
and went down stairs to resume
the perusal of the yellow-covered pamph
let, not exactly satisfied with the effect
produced by her lofty speeches.
was so considerate as to will it to me in
the absence of other heirs. It's a fine
old house, they tell me ; the housekeep
er manages things very nicely, and I'm
just going home to survey the domains
for a week or two. I wish you would
go with me."
. "I could not possibly, Callender. Y'ou
6ee Hallo ! where am I going to ?"
' "Only through the lid of my hat box.
Take care there goes my dressing case
in your blind struggles. Never mind,
there is no harm done."
"I am sorry upon my word, I am,"
ejaculated the penitent Carl, rubbing his
elbows and surveying the chaos around
him with ludicrously distressed face.
"Doat move, Callender, I'll pick up the
things in half a second ; serves me right
for being a blundering blockhead ! Here
you are pomade bottles, pen-knife, ra
zor case, hair brushes, and what do
you call this, old fellow?"
Callender Smith turned his head leis
urely around ; the color deepened sud
denly on his dark cheek as he saw Carl
Jefferson holding up a small pink glove.
'Where did you get that?" he asked,
quickly extending his hand for it.
"Well, directly from the floor indi
rectly, I suppose it came from this ivory
box, whose cover I regret to say, is bro
ken. The idea of a lady's glove preserv
ed so tenderly in Callender Smith's
dressing case ! It's a discovery worth
making. Number six she must have
had a pretty hand ?"
"Give it to me, Carl a truce for your
Mr. Callender Smith was packing his
trunk to leave the city.
An occupation which Mr. Callender
Smith particularly detested and so he
had given himseli a recess lor the pur-
pose of smoking a cigar. i
He was a dark, handsome young man, ;
with bright,-arch eyes and very black !
hair an off-haud, gypsy style of good
looks that corresponded with the crimson
dressing gown to a charm. And withal
there was a frank light under the jetty
lashes that made people like Callender
Smith whether they would or no.
"I don't see" soliloquized Mr. Smith,
"how these things are ever going into
my trunk. It's like the story in the Ara
bian Nights the boots and things have
swelled to twiee their size since they
came out. If I crammed them in any
how, and jumped on sake of compact
ness ; it's bad for the cologne bottles
and fancy inkstands, if I packed them
loose ; I'd like to know how fifteen pair
of boots and a dressing-case are going
C CO
into a valise ? Who's that? Come in,
Jefferson I can't ask you to take a
chair, because you see', they are all full ;
but shall lie very happy if you will take
the top of a trunk, or the coal scuttle."
Carl Jefferson advanced gingerly into
the room, carefully avoiding the many
traps and pitfalls that strewed the floor,
and sat down on an empty hat box.
"Packing up, eh ? Where are you
going ?"
"Home!"
"And where i3 that ?"
"A place called Milldean, in the thriv
ing State of Connecticut"
"May I ask the cause of this sudden
move ?"
"Of course ! I found myself getting
dispirited and headachy, and generally
disgusted with city life. Besides, I've
a lively desire to see what a dandelion
is like, and to inhale an atmosphere not
impregnated with gas, frangippanni and
bad cigars."
"A tolerably good array of reasons.
Well what sort of a place is Milldean ?"
"Don't know."
"You don't know ! Stranger of all
Smiths, what does this mean ? Are you
talking in riddles ?"
"Not a bit of it I was never there.
The place belonged to an uncle of mine
by the way, his name was John who
"Then it isn't all asbestos, as ' people
generally think ?"
"What isn't?"
"Your heart ; there is a soft spot
about it somewhere !"
"Carl Jefferson, if you don't give me
that glove, I'll-"
"Do something desperate, I suppose
Well here's the little article. Now,
whose is it, Callender, honor bright ?
Kate Morrison's ?"
"That little flirt's ? No, I should
think not "
"Dora Caserly's ?"
"Nor yet-Dora's."
"Well, whose then ?"
"No one you ever saw, Carl, and what
is worse, I'm very much afraid that I
shall never see her again."
..frt , T? 1 1 - o
j - -. i ae n sne aiu. niase an impression ;
"So much of an impression, Carl,"
said the young man speaking gravely
now, "that although 1 met her only a
few times at Saratoga, I have remember
ed her ever since as the only woman I
seriously admired or earnestly desired
to make my wife."
"Why don't you marry her then ?"
"I would, if I knew where she was,
and whether she would have me."
"Look for her ask her."
"That's easier said than done," sigh
ed Callender. "I have looked, but in
vain. Perhaps fate may bring us togeth
er one of these days ; until then this ti
ny pink glove is the only link between
us."
"Sentimental, very !" said Jefferson,
shaking his head solemnly. "I'm afraid
you are pretty far gone, old fellow ! It
looks bad !"
Callender Smith did not reply. He
lighted another cigar, and looked pen
sively at its curl-wreaths, as if the past
were interwoven in those faint blue mists.
"Rebecca !"
The door opened, and the kitchen
maid presented herself in answer to the
housekeeper's abrupt call, with a blue
checked apron tied about her trim waist,
and the sleeves rolled about a pair of
arms, white as satin, and perfectly
rounded. -i
"Well, Mrs. Brown ?"
"Y'ou are sure the fowl will be nicely
roasted for dinner ?"
Quite sure."
"And the creams will be properly fla
vored?"
Certainly I saw to them myself."
"I wouldn't have anything happen
wrong for ten dollars," said Mrs. Brown,
solemnly. "You see it's Mr. Smith's
first visit here, and so much depends on
first impressions. 0, by the way, do
you know if Desire has ironed Miss An
astasia's white muslin ?"
" I saw her carry it up stairs."
"Oh, very well. You see, Becky," j
said Mrs. Brown, growing confidential, j
"Mr. Smith and Stasia are sort o' relat
ed my brother's second wife's cousin
was his uncle's step mother and if he
should take a fancy to her ! It's just
like what's always happenin' in novels,
and the child couldn't hardly sleep last
night, thinkin' what might happen V
A very pretty picture Bhe made, most
unconsciously, the sunshine sifting thro
a tremulous canopy of soft green leaves
upon the disordered silky curls, and
touching her fair forehead with tiny
shafts of gold, while the flush of heat on
her check and little mouth, redder than
the reddest cherry on the old tree over
head, was simply bewitching. Perhaps
the brown winged robin in the hedge
and great purple maroon butterflies flit
ting among the rose-thickets beyond,
thought so, for they were her only com
panion until
Ye fates ! what a frightened bit of a
shriek it was, as Becky dropped her bas
ket of crimson fruit among the bushes.
Becky smiled a little wishing in her
secret heart that Mr. Smith's sojourn
was over. What was he to her, this un
known employer, any more than the nine
hundred aud ninety-nine thousand other
Smiths roaming at large. So she took a
little basket on her arm, and stole away
down the shaded garden paths to gather
luscious raspberries for the manufacture
of a nest "of tartlets that were to crown
the banquet that afternoon.
"I beg your pardon," really exclaim
ed the embarrassed young man, who had
swung himself lightly over the hedge,
"but I fancied this was the shortest way
to the house. I did not know " .
He stopped all of a sudden, and look
ed at her with bewildered eyes.
"Miss Martel !"
"Mr. Smith !"
"What does it mean how does it hap
pen l should say, how came you here
I might ask the same question of
you ! said liecky with all the regal dig
nity that never deserted the kitchen girl.
"Why, I'm coming to live here don't
you know ?"
Becky colored to the roots of her glos
sy curls she was just beginning to re
alize matters. But she was regal still,
with the empty basket on her arm and
her heart throbbing violently behind the
waist of her blue check apron.
"And I do live here, Mr. Smith, al
though I never dreamed that you were
the master of Milldean !"
"Live here ! Excuse me, Miss Martel,
but I fail to comprehend you."
"I am kitchen maid at the Dean,"
said Becky, more like a queen than she
had ever spoken in her life.
"Kitchen maid ! Miss Martel ! Will
you be so. kind as to explain yourself ?"
"Certainly, sir. I am poor it became
necessary for me to earn my living, and
this was the path that seemed open to
me. Do not for a moment suppose that
I am ashamed of the position, involving
as it does honest labor, for I am not."
No, she was not ; and Callender Smith
respected her at that moment more than
he had ever done in the crowd and glit
ter of the Saratoga ball-room.
"Miss Martel," quietly taking her
berry-stained hand in his.""I have some
thing to say to you something I have
wanted to say ever since the morning
when you vanished away from Saratoga,
no one knw how or whither."
"What is it ?"
What was it ! Ask the brown rob
ins that fluttered around the two young
heads ; ask the great purple butterfly
that hung in the air like a floating flow
er ; ask the sunshine that streams in
amber rain about their feet ; for we
shall not tell. All we mean to disclose
is that Mr. Smith walked to the house,
in full view of the astonished housekeep
er and Miss Anastasia, with the kitchen
maid leaning on his arm.
"Well, upon my word !" ejaculated
Mrs. Brown.
"Did you ever .!" panted Anastasia.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Smith," said
the housekeeper, advancing out on the
terrace to meet her new master, "but
perhaps you're not aware that forward
minx is nothin' but our kitchen gal ?"
"You are mistaken, Mrs. Brown,"
said Callender Smith quietly. "She is
my betrothed wife you may regulate
your conduct according."
Mrs. Brown staggered back a pace or
two. Miss Anastasia, more susceptible,
fainted on the sofa in the bay window,
to the great crumpling and detriment of
her white muslin dress.
Not until the day they were married,
did Callender Smith show Becky Martel
the rose tinted glove.
"You see how long I have loved you,"
he said simply.
WHY DO THE YOUNG RUSH TO
THE TOWNS AND CITIES 1
HOW TO PREVENT IT.
NAST INTERVIEWED.
AH, SO FAIR.
A Nashville paper describes the "only
young man" in Fayettesville as follows :
"He was young, lie was fair, and he
parted his hair, like the average beau,
in the middle ; he was proud, he was
bold, but the truth must be told, he
played like a fiend on the fiddle. But,
aside from this vice, he was everything
nice, and his heart was so loving and
tender, and be always turned pale when
when he trod on the tail of the cat ly
ing down by the fender. He clerked in
a store, and the way that he tore off
calico, jeans, and brown sheeting, would
have tickled a calf and made the brute
laugh in the face of a quarterly meeting.
He cut quite a dash with a darling mus
tache, which he learned to adore and
cherish ; for one girl had said, while
sbe drooped her proud head, that 'twould
kill her to see the thing perish. On
Sunday he'd search the straight road to
the church, unheeding the voice of the
scorner ; and demurely he sat, like a
young tabby cat with the aainU in the
far amen corner. He sang like a bird,
and his sweet voice was heard, tugging
away at long metre ; and we speak but
the truth when we say that this youth
could outsing a hungry mosquito.
A Vermont preacher who sarcastically
asked his congregation to pray for the
editor of the local paper, had a bill sent
to him for thirteen years subscription
to that paper and $300 worth of relig
ions notices.
Many newspapers, especially those of
the cities, are always doing good work,
the value of which can hardly be over
estimated, in warning the youth of coun
try homes of the risk they run in rush
ing to towns, and especially large cities,
where they too often have to eke out a
miserable existence, or suffer absolute
want.
By way of preventing a calamity, it
is well to look at its cause. Now, what
is the attraction to young men in the
large cities ? They are simply dazzled
and bewildered by what they see and
hear. Dress is one of the first things
that attracts and secures attention ; then
comes all the fascination of places of
amusement, and the possibility of great
wealth, which so few, after all, win.
These things contrast strikingly with
the life of many country homes, where
young men and young women (who, till
experience teaches them, can see only
the bright side of city life) are mere
drudges "hewers of wood and drawers
of water." Yes, we say drudges, whose
lives are no better than that of the poor
est dray-horse.
Now, it won't do for Press and' Pulpit
to preach to such people that tlieir con
dition will be injured by coming to the
cities ; for m fact with some of them it
is much improved : yet, it is well known
that the youth of the country have rush
ed to the cities till various kinds of
trades and professions seem likely to be
overcrowded, and hence come want, "pov
erty, hunger and dirt," suicide, and oth
er crimes too horrible to mention. The
reader may now naturally ask, What is
the remedy ? The answer is simple
enough. Let home be made attractive
by culture of mind and heart, as well as
soil. .Daily and steady toil, without any
relaxation, breaks down body and mind.
But it will be said we have to work like
slaves to live. No doubt, many starting
with little if any capital in a new coun
try, have hard work and great privations
to undergo, which unfit their minds for
effort ; but there are the winter evenings
when the farmer and his family surround
their own fireside to cultivate the affec
tions and improve the mind. Health,
temperance aud well-directed industry,
soon secure to even the poorest in our
favored land, a comfortable competency.
Then by degrees, home can be made
beautiful by the proper management of
a fruitful soil. It will yield not only
what is necessary to sustain life com
fortably, but also pleasures to gratify
the most gifted minds. They, of all oth
ers, who till the soil, come into closest
relations with Nature. All the sciences
arc more or less intimately connected
with the soil. There i3 no lack of food
ior tue mind or oooy. mus. while we
have not an enlightened cultivation of
soil and mind, so long will the young
men of the country flee from the music
of nature to the cities' din, to drag out
perhaps a miserable existence in the ex
acting toil of traders, who are but the
agents of the tillers of the soil. Let us j
have enlightened agriculture, and a more
equal distribution of wealth must neces
sarily follow. The producer and con
sumer will then shake hands ; the far
mer will wear as smooth a coat as the
merchant, and be at least as well educa
ted ; and, above all, his relations will
be directly with the Giver of all good,
who never cheats his children ; thus his
home will be enriched, and made happy
and beautiful.
If all this be true of those with little
means, how much more quickly can it
be reached by those who are better off '
Many a hard-handed farmer has his
land all paid for, plenty of money at in
terest, and yet not only denies his fami
ly, but himself, the necessaries of life.
Such people are not the benefactors of
their race. It is they who drive the
young men and maidens to the cities ;
who rob the soil of God's bounty, taking
all they can get, but putting nothing
back ; and who wring from their off
spring their very heart's blood, and thus
exile them from homes ifnuch they can
be called to whither they know not
While these hard-handed farmers squeeze
out the life-blood of the young, and cul
tivate neither mind nor soil, so long will
the young flee from the homes of their
fathers. Through this bright, good land
the home of the weary and oppressed
of all nations many, people, especially
in the Western and Northwestern States
have already not only the necessaries,
but the luxuries of life
1 ew, if any, till the soil intelligently.
For the most part the soil is robbed, but
a sad day of reckoning will come if this
thing lasts. It has already come to Vir
ginia, and it will come to her sister
States, if the application of rueful
knovcledye to agriculture be neglected.
We look for better results. General ed.
ucation will settle the question ; and if
the tillers of the ground will be true to
it and themselves, all that heart can
wish will follow. The young will then
stay at home, enjoying all the blessings
that can come from a fruitful soiL Pen
and lime.
reporter of the Chicago Times re-
j cently interviewed Thomas Nast, and
found him speechless as a natural result
of his extended lecture tour. Mr. Nast
however, made out with the aid of his
crayon to make himself understood, and
lively conversation was the result.
We quote :
Would you have any objection to Vic
ing interviewed, Mr. Nast?"
A spasm of pain crossed the artist's
face for a moment, and then rushing to
the bed he divei down under it and
brought out a large blackboard. Seiz
ing a piece ot crayon, he vigorously
commenced scratching upon it, and in
a few seconds the reporter beheld a pros
trate figure of Nast writhing in the
agonies of death, while upon his body
sat six able-bodied men poking him in
the short ribs with lead pencils and note
books. This led the reporter to infer
that Mr. Nast did not like being inter
viewed.
Reporter But why, Mr. Nast? What
do you think of reporters ?
The caricaturist here drew a pump
with a quillist vigorously working the
handle.
R. You think they ask too many
questions. But do they not always tell
the truth in regard to their interviews ?
The figure of George Washington
armed with his little hatchet was hastily
sketched upon the board, and under
neath it the single word "Reporter."
R. I 6ee you appreciate their verac
ity. Pray, tell me, do you enjoy Chica
go? A picture of boned turkey, champagne,
gin cocktails, and Calumet snipe, tried,
hastily followed.
After remarks as to some local celeb
rities, the conversation proceeded.
R. Are you meeting with much suc
cess in your entertainments ?
A picture of a railway train loaded
with greenbacks and each car ticketed
"Th. Nast," followed.
R. How much do you expect to make
in Chicago ?
A Masonic eye with a well-developed
wink was drawn.
R. Do you really labor from patriot
ism, and do you think President Grant
the modern condensation of Achilles,
Castor and Caesar?
The artist here drew a nose that look
ed a great deal like his own, and under
the end of it a thumb with four fingers
extended at a wiggle.
R. I have been much pleased with
you Mr. Nast, and should like to know
you more intimately. I shall take pleas
ure in calling again. Of course it will
be agreeable to you t
The artist hastily drew a number ten
boot, elevated at an angle of forty-five
degrees, and cosily nestled its extremity
under just such a coat as the reporter
wore.
Inferring from this that Mr. Nast
would be pleased to see him again, the
reorter refused the kind offer of a doz
en parquctte reserved seat tickets, and
withdrew.
A TRUE INCIDENT.
Chicago has a female sexton and they
charge her with reserving all the beat
graves for young men.
On reading an excellent article in
your paper of the 30th ult, on "Troub
lesome Minorities," in the hearing of a
friend, he related to me an anecdote
printed in a report of St. Stephen's
House. Boston, by Dr. E. M. P. Wells,
of which not the least merit of the inci
dent is its actual truth.
About eighty years ago, in the rather
noted town of L , in Connecticut,
the people assembled, after the old Pur
itan fashion, at a town meeting, to set
tle a new minister of the "standing or
der." There resided in that town, at
that time, a M r. S. who always took an
active part in the religious doings of the
standing order, although he was an in
fidel. At the meeting above-named he
used his utmost exertions in a very
plausible way, not to oppose the settle
ment of a minister, but to hinder it by
suggesting reason for delay. A young
lawyer, who had recently commenced his
professional life in that town, becoming
completely wearied with the delay and
much talking, dropped his head ujon
the rail before him and seemed to fall
asleep. After some time he suddenly
started up and exclaimed,
"Mr. Moderator! I have just had a
dream, and would like to tell it if it's in
order.
From all parts of the assembly the
people responded, "A dream I a dream !
tell!"
"Mr. Moderator, 1 1 dreamed that I
died and went to hell ! As I entered
its portal I beheld his satanic majesty
seated in an arm-chair. He said to me,
"Who's coming now? aud where did
you come from?" "I'm from L "
"What are they doing there?" "They
are settling a minister." Settling a
minister I" Jack, bring me roy boots !
While the boots were coming he con
tinued : Is there no one there to say a
word to oppose ? Ob, ye ; Mr. S. is
there." 'Ah! my friend S.?' Jack,
you needn't briDg the boots ; he will do
jut a well as I wa there myself.
It U unnecehary to enlarge further
on the result They voted to settle a
minuter before they adjourned. -
J. W. Ii.