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IIE old church
of Eastmeon, In
II a mps hire,
stands close
under a h ig h
preen hill that
rises far abore
Its spiro. The
village lies In a
valley, a place
littles known to
tourists, shut in
from the march
' j - of the times by
its soft, enfold'
ing downs. It is a district of babbling
waters, ana ircsli winds that come
blowing freely across the far-reaching
slopes; a valo of pleasant lights and
taint shadows, full of Bwectness and
restful calm.
There are ttill some people living
here who have only seen the sea from
their hill-tops, and have never traveled
by railway in their lives. The Meon, a
a busy little rivulet, goes running
briskly all about the villago, winding
here and hiding there, reappearing in
the most unexpected spots, and mixing
ltsell up in all the afTuirs of the place.
It turns thirteen mills, and meddles
with the concerns of a good many other
villages before it pours its restless tide
into the Solent at last.
The month was April, and the time
four o'clock on a Sunday afternoon. A
young man and a girl wcro standing
side by side, leaning against a gate
which opened into a wide field. Be
yond tho field rose a softly-rounded
hill, half grass and half woodland; and
over all there was a delicious rainy
blue of the spring sky. ' The pair stood
close together with their hands clasped;
the mull was talking, and tho girl was
watching him while ho talked, and
drinking in every word with eager de-UR-nt.
She was a lovely girl, and hor loveli
ness was of that rare kind which can
flourish in any atmosphere without
losing its natural refinement. Ilcrs
was an oval face with delicately-chiseled
features, and a mouth with soft
red lips exquisitely cut, lips that were
at once passionate and proud, but al
ways tender. Her skin had that warm
undertone of clear brown which gives a
fuller richness to any beauty. Hut,
perhaps, it was in the large limpid brown
eyes that the chief charm was found;
and there was something so true and
trustful in their gaze that most men
would have forgotten to talk and looked
deep Into their brown depths, iothing,
however, hod evr Iitii known to tay
the tide of jiuh.'.t'l Chase's eloquence
when lie had once l'.;,iin to hold forth on
his favorite theme his own plans and
his admirable pelf
He was Olive Win field's acknowledged
lover, and she was priv.nl of him. Not
only did she love him u truly as ever
woman loved man; but she looked up
on him as the chicfcbt among ten thou
sand men. lie bud toiled night and
day to acquire knowledge, and when it
was won he hud turned it to a good ac
count He hud not studied for the
mere love of study: he wus no dreamer,
delighting to tarry in a quiet world of
boons and thoughts. To him learning
was a stepping r-tone, and already it
had raised hira to the post of corre
sponding clerk in Hutu-ruby's office.
And Batfersby's 'arm was a good firm
and ranked high even In London. . But
his brains would have done little for
hlin if they hid not been backed up by
his unconquerable pluck and determi
nation. lie had said all this a hundred times
In his letters, and he was saying it again
to-day. Tho pair had only one more
hour to spend together, and he was fili
ng every precious minute with talk
about himself. But n woman will
cheerfully tolerate any amount of ego
tism In the inun she loves; and Olive
drank In every word. In front of them
lay the calm field and the hills; soft
lights were shining on the green and
finding out tho ligllows where the
primrose stars had opened; birds weYe
singing, and a fresh yet gentle breeze
was blowing Into their faces as they
stood leaning against the gate. Yet
Michael, absorbed in himself, was un
conscious of all this sweetness.
At last he paused for want of breath,
and then Olive seized the opportunity
to ask a question. ' '
"Michael, dear, how Is Aaron Fen
lake? Von have not said on" -L.br d
about him."
Her lover's 'ow darketed, ud he
answered rather iwrtly:
"If there had been anything to tell
about him, Olive, I should have told it
But there is nothing. And I didn't care
to waste our valuable time in talking of
"I wanted to hear about him for
Jane's sake," she.' said meekly. "No,
not for Jane's sake," she added sudden
ly, in a firmer voice. "I always liked
hira, Michael; nnd when I remember
what he has done for you, I am very
"How you exaggerate trifles!" ho
cried, irritably. "Let mo put the case
clearly before you, and then, perhaps,
yon will see it in the right light. Aaron
Fenlako is ono, of the foremen in Bat
tersby's works. Ho knows that a clerk
is wanted who can write fluently in
several lungunges, and ho tells mo of
the vacancy. I apply, and soon con
vince the firm that I am fit for the
post Surely, I may be pardoned if I
don't go staggering under a heavy load
of gratitude to the end of my days. Do
you supposo that Aaron's good word
would have got me into the office, if I
had not been the man that I am?"
"Oh, I know that you can do any
thing, Michael," said her earnest lips
and eyes. "But poor Aaron is devoted
to you, and ho is such a good fellow."
"Well, Olive, wo can't discuss his ex
cellence now," replied Michael, stand
ing upright. "It's nearly time for me
to start, and you aro going to give me a
cup of tea first"
"Well, Mrs. Iloopcr will give you the
cup of tea," she said, keeping back a sigh.
"You will liko her tea better than ours.
She is very good to me, and I want you
to see my friend, Lucy Cromer."
"Lucy Cromer? Oh, ah, yes, that's
tho niece who has corao to live with
her," ho answered as they moved away
from the gate.
On tho other sido of the quiet road
there were two cottages sheltered
under one broad roof of thatch.
Their walls were covered with moss
and weather-stains, and the little dia-mond-pancd
casements wero set in
wreaths of creepers. And, although
there was as yet no wealth of foliage
to dress up tho lowly dwellings with
summer beauty, they had tho pictur
esque charm that belongs especially to
places rustic and decayed.
Thero was a large piece of ground,
half flower-garden and half kitchen
garden, in front of the two cottages;
and the only division between tho gar
dens was a row of flints showing out
white against the dark mold. At one
of the doors stood a young woman,
with a fresh, modest face, who held out
her hand timidly as Michael ap
proached. Ho greeted her with an air
of friendly patronuge.
"How do you do, Jane? Glad to see
you Rooking so well," he said, and then
stalked In through the other doorway.
Tho room which he entered, followed
by Olive, was very low, with a heavy
licum across the ceiling. A fire was
burning brightly in the prira old-fush-ioned
littlo iron cage, and between the
Around the window i.tood u small sofa
covered with faded cliiuU. Propped up
with cushions, another young woman
was sitting in the corner of the sofa;
and she, too, extended her hand to
Michael, but her manner was not timid
as Jane's had Ix-cu.
"I am glad to seo you, Mr. Chase; I
have heard a great deul about you," she
taid in a faint, sweet voice.
Something in the look and air of tho
speaker surprised Michael so much that
he lost his usual self-assurance. lie
stood awkwardly before Lucy Cromer1
for a moment, and there sat down
meekly in a chair near her couch. How
was it possible that this woman could
be tho niece of plain Mrs. Hooper, who
had lived in I'astmeon all her days? In
her letters Olive bud told him that her
friend was pretty, und he hud expected
to see a commojiplucc littlo person, pos
sessed of ordinary good looks. But no
;oinmonploce girl wus here.
Lucy Cromer was a long, slender
ivomun, with the kind of figure that
iways and bends with a reed-like grace.
Her face was long, too; sho had large
fray eyes that were now pretornatu
rally bright a delicate aquiline nose,
ml fair hair which surrounded her head
A ith a golden halo. A dark-blue wrap
per, of somo soft material, set off tho
exceeding fairness of ber complexion;
tnd, simple as the robe was, it was
node in a stylo that Is seldom seen in
Milages or country towns. Your first
fiance at Lucy sufficed to tell you her
lays were numbered; yonr second con
vinced you that she was waiting
eagerly, perhaps Impatiently, for the
There are souls in whom God accom
plishes Ills work quite alone. Neigh
bors came sometimes; but Lucy car3
tittle for visits, and the simple country
folk were afraid of her. Tbo clergy
man called, and was baffled by her gen
tle indifference und her curious unfit
ness for her humble position. What
was her history? Even her aunt seemed
to know very little about Lucy's life.
The girl had gouo to be maid to an old
lady, who bad taken a fancy to her and
raised her to the post of companion.
And then camo a quarrel and changes;
Lucy had left her situation and bad
found work in a florist's shop in Iicgcnt
street There she had displayed great
skill in arranging bouquets and fash
ioning wreaths and sprays', and had
kept this place until her health failed.
This was all that Mrs. Hooper had to
tell about her niece. She was. a lonely
woman, and Lucy was tho only relative
loft to her. She had given the girl a
warm welcome and did her utmost to
nurse her back to strength; but no
power on earth could stay the progress
of the disease. Lucy had not come
penniless to her aunt's cottage; she
was not a burden. Sho repaid Mrs.
Hooper's kindness with gratitude and
affection, and yet the good woman al
ways felt that there was a mysterious
barrier between them. Like the neigh
bors, she was a littlo afraid of Lucy.
There was only one person who had
ever stepped over the wall of reserve
that Lucy Croincr had built up around
her. Olive Winficld was her sole friend.
It was to her that Olive had first con
fided the delightful news that Michael
Chase was coming to spend a Sunday
in the village; coming down from Lon
don on purpose to see his betrothed.
When Lucy pleased she could very
soon set people, at their ease. In a few
minutes Michael was answering all her
questions, and feeling flattered by the
interest which Bhe displayed in his
affairs. ,
While she was drawing him on to
talk about himself (no difficult task),
ho was admiring her more and more,
and thinking how she might have
helped a man to rlso In the world.
With that quiet self-possession and
natural grace, what an admirable wife
she could have been! He was glad that
Olive had found such a companion; and
Lucy's affection for Olive was ovidently
real and earnest When Mrs. Hooper
camo in and busied herself at the tea
table, sho did not disturb the harmony
of the hour. She was a woman of few
words, and although Michael was an
Eastmeon boy and she had known him
from babyhood, she did not harass him
with thoso recollections of old days
which he so much disliked.
On the whole it was a happy tea
drinking, and Michael was in high
good humor when he rose to go. Olive
went with hira a little way. Ue had to
walk fivo miles to Potersfleld railway
station; but the evening was fresh and
sweet, and every bit of tho old road was
well known to him.
The lovers stood still in tho pleasant
lane between tho budding hedges and
said good-by. Ho looked down into
the strong brown light of her eyes, and
felt that he loved her better than any
girl he had ever seen in his life; and he
was contented with her Arm belief in
him. The wind stirred a few curly
brown locks that had escaped from
their pins and he smoothed them with
a tender hand. She was so lovely and
fresh and trustful that he would have
given anything, just then, to have car-
ried her back to London to brighten his
hard-working life thero.
"Good-by, dearest Olive," ho said.
"I wish there could bo no more parting.
But you know I am working for you.
Good-by, darling, onco more."
This was one of those moment
which live on through a life-time.
Olive feasted on thut farewell for many
a day afterwards. For a few seconds
she stood where ho had left her, one
then turned homewards, half happy
and half sad. Some birds were flying
across the sky; there whs a faint tinkle
of sheep-bells from tho downs, and ths
peace of the Sabbath evening seemed to
soothe anil stilt her heart
"What do you think of lilm?" said
Olive, looking up at Lucy Cromer,
with a bright eager face.
Tho cider girl was lying on the
couch, and the younger sat on a stool
by her side. They wore ulone together
in the little room, and the evening
light, shining through the small panes
imbedded in lead-work, rested soft
ly on Lucy's worn features and
Olive's nut-brown heaiL Tho day was
ending in golden culm; out-of-doors tho
patches of velvet moss still hold the
ruln-drop:, and tho red blossoms of tho
flowering currant spunkled with mots-
ture; but the wind hud died away, and
there was a greut peace.
Lucy looked down with one of her j
faint smiles, and laid her thin lnd on j
ncr irieim s shoulder.
"I think he is a most fortunate man,"
she said. But this answer did not
please Olive at all.
"Oh, Lucy," she began in a disap- j
pointed tone "is that all you have to
say? Why, everyone else seems to I
think that the good fortune is on my !
"Do they?" Lucy's delicate lip
curled slightly. "Thut is because they
have not seen many men. I wish I
could touch you to set a higher value on
yourself, little one."
There was a look of trouble in the
clear brown eyes, and then came a
pause nnd a nigh.
"I don't think much about myself,"
Olive said, nt lust "Why should I? It
is much more intercsing to think about 1
"Tho old story," sighed Lucy, gazing 1
fixedly Into space. j
"Mil listen," cried Olive, deeply in
eurncHt. "You can hardly realize what j
a grucd noble f.llow he is. You don't i
belong U Kiistmcon, Lucy, and yon j
have not watched his career as m e have.
liven If I t'.id not love him I could not '
full to admire hlin. Ouly think, he was -tho
son of a lii unken blacksmith, and ''
he roso by dint of sheer determination.
Our old vicar took hira In hand and
helped him. and h ut hlin hooUn. Then
he went to be a clerk ot IVtcrsfleld, and
and there ho became acquainted with a
Gorman who taught him his language.
French he had learned already from Mad
emoiselle, who lived at the vicarage; in
deed, there is scarcely anything too
hard for hira; and then camo a letter
from Aaron Feuloke, who is a foreman
in Battorsby's works In London. Ho
told Michael that Battorsby wanted a
corresponding clerk, and advised him to
try for the post And he did try and
got it"
"Who is Aaron Fonlako?" Lucy
asked. :
"Have I not told you about Aaron?"
said Olivj, whose eyes and checks were
bright with excitement "Ho is the
son of old Fenluke at the inn, A quiet
slow fellow, but as good as gold and as
true as steel, and devoted to Michael.
Those two were always friends when
they were little boys."
"And they are friends still?"
, Lucy put the question in a languid
voice, but there was something in
Olive's answer that aroused her atten
tion. "Yes," the girl said, faintly, and with
a deepening flush. "Oh! yes, they are
friends still."
.. Lucy watched her and saw the signs
of inward tumult in those delicately
cut features. She understood that
Olive was determined to defend her
lover nt any cost, oven the cost of her
own convictions. She was just as cer
tain that Michael had given his friend
the cold shoulder as if it had been plain
ly avowed, and she knew that Olive
could not think of his conduct to Aaron
without pain.
"Ah! I remember that you said some
thing about this Aaron and Jane Chal
lock," she remarked, after a pause. .
"Aaron Is In love with Jane," Olive
answered; "but he is too shy to ask her
to wait for him. I wish he would speak
out for Jane's sake."
Bow an Actor Vu NpareU the Awful In
fliction ol n Interview.
On a certain steamship which came
tip to her dock late one Saturday night
was a priest who had been to Rome
on a very important mission. Every
newspaper was anxious to get a talk
with him, and there was quite a host
of us gathered on the pier.
It so happened that the same steam
ship had among its passengers a much
advertised English actor, who was
new to our shores and whose sur
name was very similar to that of the
reverend father. For some reason or
other, possibly bemuse of a press of
news, the city editors did not think it
necessary to get an expression of his
views, and none of i s were told off to
attend to him.
As soon as the gang plank was
drawn up a dapper little individual in
black rushed down and over to our
group, and. upon receiving an affirma
tive answer to his question as to
whether ; we were newspaper men,
said: "Of course, you want to - see
Mr. ?" The name sounded like the
one we .wanted and wo replied in
chorus: f -tVe do!" and. followed hlin
to tho ship and down to one of the
cabins. Ue Aung the door open dra
matically and we entered to see a
long-haired gentleman silting in a fine
pose of abstraction near his berth. He
rose wearily to receive us and said,
with a delightfully blase intonation:
"Oil, dear, I suppose I must submit to
the Inevitable inlllction!"
Just then ono of our party who
knew tho priest exclaimed: "Why,
you ore not. Father 1" Tho actor
drew himself to his full height, thrust
'his hand in the bosom of his frock
coat and replied, haughtily: "No, sir!
I am Mr. ."
"Oh. well, excuse us, then," said our
spokesman; "you aro not the person
we whhed to lutcrvicw," and we all
Aled ont
The expression of astonishment and
dismay that camo over the fuceofthe
actor when he found that he would not
have to submit was the very funniest
thing I ever saw, and all during tho in
terview with the priest which was a
solemn and heavy affair, we had the
hardest work imaginable to keep our
rlsibles under control N. Y. Herald.
The railing of the MoAalo.
Twenty years ago ten million buf
faloes roamed about the western prai
ries. Now not one is to be found, save
in menageries and "preserves." There
are two hundred nnd fifty in the Yel
lowstone national park. A wealthy
private land owner in Oklahoma has
a herd of about seventy-five. Tho next
largest collection la in tho Zoological
garden of Philadelphia, and numbers
sixteen. Asido from these there are,
perhaps, a dozen scattered over the
land The Cincinnati zoological gar
den has two. The effort has been
mule with these few remnants to pre
serve the species to America, but It is
in peril of failure through the strange
fact that all, or nearly alL tho births
are males. . Last week In the Philadel
phia garden two female calves were
born, but both weak and sickly. In
the Yellowstone there lias not been a
female calf for five yean. It looks as
if the buffalo must got Cincinnati En
quirer. "
The Wlh of a Dollar UUI.
In the treasury here one day this
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i rip Double Ntrel. and Hour.,
which, will not Itrenk.
Made In tbree lenirtha. Jean and Hat teen.
I Any dry noods deuler In the li. 8. can supply you.
' taBTtwrl Wanted. Alrri d nr ( tifofufu.
' BORTIUX MFC. CO., Jackson, Mich.
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wno fniplov lt v rtttiiiii (., -inur ih'in n applt.
It will pny
him nt-
fWMMl upon
Kxprrlenced teacher. In all departments. Good
per week. " The best Is Ihe cheapest." Thla
McKEE & HENDERSON, Oberlin, Ohio.
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Director. ' ( , !
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