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' ' As we are compelled, by law to p.iy pastas9 io adranew' on 'pp-' rs sent nntd-le1 of Ohio county, we are forced to rtqaire payment on subscriptions in advance. , All papers will be promptly s 'jpped at the expiration of lbe-l-aie-ub4crib?.lf r. All letter.' on bqsines must be addressed to J.ic. P. Baxsktt & Co., Palluhers. VOL. 1. HARTFORD, OHIO COUNTY, KY., PESBTJARY 24, 1875. NO. 8. ADVERTISING KATES. V Boehester'N. T.) Evening Express. TJIKDE KISSES. BT WALLACE GBCELLE. The sight was dark, the hour was nine, The rain was pouring like a flood, As just iniide the door we stood To bid the fond "Good night;" Her toft, fair hand was clasped in mine. At she stood in the lamp's dim light, A being to fair, and sweet, and bright, The embodiment, I wit, Of all that makes this life dirine, I stooped, and, snatched a kissl It. She blnsh'ed,'and hung her head, and then, Repentant, I stood to hear my doom Unbroken silence filled the room The wind rattled the door, Th. raindrops pattered 'gainst the pane . And clattered on the sloping roof, And still the coyly -stood aloof, Her eyes bent on the floor When, to relieve her bashful pain, I stooped, and kissed once more. III. "Oh! don't!" she cried. In sweet affright, Bui ne'er withdrew her soft, fair hand The softest and fairest In the land Which I clasped so tight, I felt It throb and tremble, and I feel its impress now: and this To me was the extreme of bliss, And such glad delight - At man ne'er felt-before, I wis, That again I stooped, and into the night Bore away another kiss! ' , MARIA SAXONBURY. BY MBS. HENRY WOOD. ACTBOR OF "lAST-LTSXX," "VERXEtt'S PEIDE,' ?'3'TBX-!YSTXaT,-' "TUB EAEL't HEIRS," 3 r- TIfE CHAXXIKGS, "X LIFE'S " SECRIT," Jfcc, kc Concluded. v.. J Jli - CHAPTER'XV. .i TUB DOUBLE INQUEST. .Monday morning brought all the bustle "of; the double inquest. It was held at .a public house in the village. The proceed ings in. Mr. Louth's case were soon over; and then came on Mr. Janson's. The woman-servant TBpoke to the finding of the body: the doctors, to the cause of death 'tfie unfortunatetlow behind the ear. Mrs. YorEe.'Iookingwhiie as a 6lieet, trembling inwardly nd ontwardly, told of Mr Jan .son's Visit to her that afternoon and 3&. Yorkc'e butler was called to 'prove the hour of his departure from' the cottage. It was striking five by the hall clock, he said, as "he let Mr. Janson out At the conclnaiontjf Mrs. Yorke's testimony, she was conducted to her carriage, which was in waiting; and driven home, Next came Henry Yorke. Hehadseen the bnstle round Mr. Janson's door in pass ing through the village that night, he sain", and beard that Mr. Janson was murdered, and had told the news when he got home to AlnwickCottage. Mih Hardisty cor robornted it. She was present with Mr. and Mrs; Yorke, when Henry Yorke en tered and mentioned it. Squire Hipgrave observed to Miss Hardisty, that she had not spoken of this the following morning; she had said it was Mr. Yorke w'ho first fpoke about Janson. It was not impossi ble. Mifs Ilardistv equably answered: what with the doable murder, the horror of the affair, and the mixed-up reports, her mind was in a mass of confusion. Mr. Yorke was next called. He .confirmed Henry Yorke's assertion as to his bring ing the news of Mr. Jafison'8 murder, and added, that he supposed it related to the murder-spoken of by Crane the gardener. Hence the conlusipn and mistake. "Dotou know you have-greatly reliev ed all our minds!" criedSquire Hipgrave, linking bis arm "within air. lorkes, as they, and several more gentlemen, came forth at the conclusion or the inquiry. "It was eo singular a thing that you, or trrane 'Whichever it might have been should know of the murder, in that strange way, without being able to say whence you heard of it. in short, 1 may say, a sus- plcions thing. "The fact is this," EaidMr. Yorke, con fidenliallv, "though .1 did not choose to proclaim St before the coroner, I was .half- seas-over that night, and had a somewhat , confused remembrance of what passed. Your eood salt beef at luncheon.-Sauire. made me drink like a fiph; and, not satis fied with that, 1 must make my dinner, in 'the evening, chiefly of drink, for my ap petite had gone, but the thirst remained, when I went in, T did not speak of what Crane and his wife had told me, murder is not a topic to frighten women with, and after dinner J dropped asleep. Next came inf inch with her tale, which, as the woman truly says, I heard, and did not contradict; and next came in Henry Yorke with the-history of Mr. Janson's murder. "What more natural than that I in the state 'I was confounded the one with the other, and assumed that both accounts re lated to the same to Janson? Thus it happened. And had it not been for Miss Hardisty and Henry Yorke, who, when you and Crane left on Friday morning, be gan to think over matters and set me right, I should have persisted in my own story forever." "Well, any way, I am glad it is cleared up." "That's an intelligent youth. that relation of yours," paid Mr. Haskell. "How well he eave bis testimony to-dayl "A superior lad," remarked Mr. Yorke "Is it quite certain that the murderers of .Louth and poor Janson were not tb eame." "I don't 6ee that it was possible. Of the same gang they may have been, but the same individuals, no. A very dis agreeable thing for Mrs. Yorke to -have v. -ii 1 il. . m j uccii uujigeu uj uilcuu lue iutjucsi, aa ded "Mr. MaskelL "But, you see. eh Was the' last person, eo far as we hare beard, who saw Janson alive."' ''res; no wonder she was nervous. There is some idea afloat of Janeon' friends, here subscribing together, and offering a reward for the apprehension of the murderers, is" there not?" continued Mr. Y orke. t rp7Vwere talking of it," replied Squire ijipgrave. Vllehould wjsh to contribute my share,' said Mr. Yorke. "The sooner the mur derers are discovered, the more satisfac tory it will be for the neighborhood bpameiui eo to upset a peaceful comma nityl It has had snch an effect unoi my household, especially on Mrs. Yorke, iuavi oonot imnK we snail remain: ten mem mat because two men were killed in one night, it is no reason for supposing they are going to be killed; but their fears are arroused, and I can make no impression. Ho7.-ever, stop or go, I' will be one of the fir9t to join in of fering a reward. Mr. Maskell, have the goodness to put my name down for ; What 6um arc me rest going to coninu ute?" broke off Mr. Yorjce. "We are thinking of five pounds each. There .will be ten of us, or so, which will bring it up So fifty pounds." "Fifty pounds!" somewhat contemptu ously ejaculated Mr., York. "I do not think that sum will do injich good. "Shall I add your name, Bir?'' asked Mr. Maskell. ""Yesr-Fora-thousand poundsl" - The reply was spoken quietly, but those aroun'd were startled "at the magnitude of the sum. What had Edward Janson been to Mr. Yorke that he should offer it?"- ' "I would freely eive it to bring the murderer to licht," resumed Mr. Yorke, as if he had divined their thoughts. Mr. Yorke went home. Mrs. Yorke was alone in the drawing-room as he en tered, and she motioned to him to close the door.. "Now," said she, "what is to be your course?" "JUy courser repeated jar. xorKe, witu keen gate at her pale, resolute lace. "Spare me from entering into delails," she said. "It is enough for me to say, tlmtl know who was the destroyer of Janson." "You do not," rejoined Mr. Yorke "He is known to me, tq-0ivia Hardis- ty, and to Henry. Their testimony of. this day miebt,prove it to you. I have seen the proofs of 'the crime." "The prpolw repeated Mr. i orne. "Yes. she answered. "looklnz down. The washed out clothes andghe-broken gun.' A very angry expression escaped his lips. 'Who has dared to become a spy upon mer I have," she replied. "I stove in the back of the bureau. Let it pass; there is no time to waste words, .Henceforward am not your wife, Mr,orke; r.o, nor our'friend: but vour deadlv enemy. But for the name my children bear, I would deliver you.uptd justice. The satneplace can no longcr.hold us both, and you must leave this. ' "Not at your ',bidding,'s returned Mr. Yorke. "I have business in London, and shall proceed thither to-day." "Go where, you will, stay where you ill, so that it he ndt'England,"he im petuously rejoined. "You may enjoy the half of your prbperty-fbryour life, the re mainder must be secured to me. Without mv children. I would not touch a stiver of'it; but they must he properly reared."" Upon my-word, ilarla you carry '.lungs' itb a high hand." "I do, she answered, beginning to tremble. "You have put yourself into, my power, and I must make my own terms If .ever you attempt to inhabit the same house with me and your children. again, I shall have no resource but to proclaim the truth "You talk, coblly"of separation! Some wives would feel a pang at parting with their husbands." She burst into tears. Until that dread ful discovery she would have felt one. cannot help myself?.' she wailed You have made .my .future a,course of abject terror, shame, misery; you have entailed infamy on your children " "Softly, if you please. I have not done this.", - - She lifted her hand" with a passionate gesture, as if she demanded silence. Saxonbury must be mine," Bne said, ni ter a pause, "it is well that my rather a grandchildren should be reared in it." "Quite well. Will you go back to it at once, or wait here until the end of the term the cottage was taken for She doubted his good faith, he spoke so readily. l win go back to it, sue answered. "But I can make all these arrangements for myself when ypu have left You can bid farewell to your chil dren before you start; a farewell that must last forever. "About the 'forever' we shall see," re plied Mr. Yorke, speaking with some irony. "You speak coolly, I say, of sepa ration. Possibly it is what you have been contemplating?' "Until now, the separating from you would have been the greatest grievance that life could have brought, she wailed "I had grown to love you. Yes, Arthur, let me say it in this our last hour, if our marriage has been productive of nothing else, it had broueht-out my love for you No. touch me not," she cried, retreating, as he would have taken'her hand. "It is ended, and you have .been the one to put a barrier between us. xou shall never touch so much as my hand again. Yours is red." His wife, whom he bad so loved! The eicns of deep emotion emotion whicl she could not understand arose to Mr. Yorke's countenance. Wasitafeelingthat he had no resource but to become an ex' ile, out of regard JLo hjs own hoped-for safety? Had the awful fact already stamped ltsell on bis brain, that a mur derer is not safe, go where he will? that me wings ui purauu necin iiying uuer mm lorevcrl ASut for that wretched, prema ture avowal, suspicion would not have pointed to him? What madness pos sessed him to make it. "I have offered a thousand pounds for the difcovery ot the murderer, said he, in a cold hard tone to Maria. She lifted her .hands -again, as if she would beat these mocking words off. He went up to her. "One kiss, Maria, before I go." 'And. in -spite of her resistance, of her shrinking dread of heing embraced by one who had become so great a criminal, Dir. Yorke, in his strength, folded her face to bis, and kissed it pasionately. lie left the house at dusk, to become a fugitive, as his wife "verily believed, on th face of the earth. She had fal!en"6n'a chair after' the had watched him 'away. Th excitement which had buoyed her up throughout the day was subsiding now. . The sharers, in the fatal secret Miss Hardisty and Henry hastened to jier. .They also had -been watching the depar ture. "He is gone forever," she murmured to them. "I pray you let this dreadful thing sink into oblivion, Henry, you are but a boy. Are you sure of yourself?' "Maria, il I were'not sure of'myself, I should never have undertaken to save him," whispered the lad. "Rather than betray Yorke, I would say I did the mur der myself; for the eake of you and the children." CHAPTER XVI. FEVER. Mrs. Yorke's intention had been to leave Alnwick Cotlage forthwith for Saxonhury. The very -neighborhood had become hateful to her. If she could have left it the bight that witnessed the depar ture of Mr. Yorke, she would have done so Preparations, however,, had to be made, orders' given, notice to people in Offord to send in their acounts, notice to be given to Saxonbury of their arrival. Maria would have left all arrangements undone, have confided to an agent the settling of affairs, but that she feared her hasty removal fdllowjng that or Mr. Yorke'B might excite suspicion. Terrible fear8"were at work within her. And, what with the years to come, and the. horror she had passed through; what with the awful ending to her love and her wedded life, for she really had grown to ove and esteem her husband; before those preparations were completed, and the day of departure had come, Maria Yorke was stricken with fever. Almost a brain fe ver. It was all Olivia Hardisty's care to keep people from the room. She knew not what Maria might cive vent to in her ravings. Constituting herself chief nurse, -she barred the door to all save the doctors and r inch. Finoli had to be admitted occasionally; there was" no help for it the doctors of count. No longer -Mr. Janson. He, poor fellow, wpuld never morp attend any; .never more, never more. The gentleman who ad temporarily taken charge' or his pa tients came to Mrs.- Yorke, with a physi cian from a distance. They could not think what could have brought on brain fever. Neither could Finch.. Finch, who was given to talk incessantly, faithful servant though she was, did not ceaSe expressing her wonder to Miss Hardisty. And Finch could make nothing of the ravings. t 'blie seems to be forever mixing Mr. Janson and master up together, as if they were havinc a perpetual quarrel. It s odd that that should rim in her mind."- "It would be very odd if herlhonchts didjiot run on Mr. Janson, considering the circumstances," returned Miss Hardisty, with composure. 1 oor Mr. Janson went straight out from her presence to his niur- er, as may be said, and she had to give the evidence that she did. I do wonder whether the thousand p6unds' reward, of fered bv Mr. Yorke, will bring anything tojight?" ' .-. - 'its to be hoped it will,, said finch. 'I'd lay anotheT thousand, if. I had it, that it was some of the same gang. Wpuldh t ou. m a. a mi' 1 hey are all returned con victs, it is "said." Miss .Hardisty coughed. "Those re turned convicts ate, many of them.jlrcad- M ... . . lui men, standing at nommg. "Whats the oddesi thing to me ot it all," crje'd Finch, "is, that master does not come. A fortnight to-morrow since my mistress was taken ill, and he has never been here! ' "He does not know- of it," said Miss Hardisty, in her imperturbable manner. 'With his wife in this insensible Btale, l deemed it useless to write to him. I shall write when she is a little better." "I should write now if I knew where he was," said Finch, independently. "But I don't. lie 'was not going to Saxonbury when he left here. His things were di rected for London." Maria survived the disease, and began slowly to improve. Olivia Hardisty, when the dancer was over, wrote to Mr. lorke to tell him of her illness, addressing the letter to his bankers. in London. Just a few lines, telling of the bare fact sho had been in danger, out was going on to recov ery. Partial recovery came more speedily than thev could have hoped. But with the recovery of body, all the distress of mind returned. "Take me from here, implored the in valid of Miss Hardisty, the first day she sat up. "1 cannot bear it 1 seem to see the murder in every corner.' "You shall co, my dear, as soon as ever you are strong enough to bear the jour uev. was the soothing answer. A tew more days, and sue was aoie to move into a Bittioc-room. uroers were given for their departure on the next day but ope. "It might be to-morrow, pleaded Ma ria, her wan face, beautiful in its attenua tion, looking eagerly up from the pillows of her lantcail. We. may not risk a second illness for you, Maria, was me reply oi miss iiar- ilistv. " l hursuay win oe tne very earnest day that you must venture. Maria sighed. She was tevenstiiy ea ger to get away from Offord; to get back to Baxouburv: but a conviction every now and then arose in her heart that. Saxon bury might prove even less' tolerable. Her whole lilc and she saw it must ue one of ceaseless terror; there could be no rest anywhere. Lady Saxonbury had been ill herself, and could not come to tier in tins illness. Maria was glad to be spared her presence: she seemed to turn with a sick feeling of despair from all whom, she had ever known. "Squire Hipgrave'a asking for you ma' am." said. Charlotte, putting her head'in side the room door and addressing Miss Ilardistv. lies m the drawing-room. Miss Hardisty rpse, folded her work to gether, and descended, .not acknowledging to herself that she felt glad to escape the ' . . .1 1 Ct ' TT monoipny oi mc sicktouiii. oiiuire uip- grave was standing at the window, look' inn out "Good morning," said he, turning to shake hands. "Mrs. 1 orke s better 1 find. Will she be well enough to hear the news? We have caught the murderer of Mr. Jan son. A mist came over Olivia nardisty's sight She felt her way to a chair. Did Squire Hipgrave mean the real murderer "I thought I'd come and tell you th first thin2.'continued the souire. "There'i not a doubt that Yorke's thousand pounds has unearthed the lellow. Miss Hardisty began to inquire into par ticulars: but she felt that her voice sound cd sharp and shrill. "It was the man.Jving, who had been seen with the other two in the afternoon, While the two watched for young Louth King thought he'd do a little business on his own account, and attacked Mr. Jan son. He has been in hiding ever Bince." "How is it known? asked Miss Hardis tv. feclins that it was not King. " "One of the gang, attracted by the re ward, has come forward to betray him. Quite a lad, the informer is, not more than sixteen. He has disclosed both the man i crime and his hiding-place. They a re.no t proof against money, these rogues would sell their comrades for it, 'if the bribe's a high one." "Was he'tcento murder him?" inquired Miss Hardisty. "No. I suppose not I have heard nothing'of that" "Then, in point of fact, the guilt rests only on the confession of this lad?'' "That's all." Miss Hardisty shook her head, leaving the. squire to infer that she accepted his news, as he rose to depart She did not say that she knew too much of the guilt of another; to believe him. , Offord was up in arms, when the mant King, was brought in for his examination before the magistrate. That proceeding took place subsequent to Squire Hipgrave' s interview with Mi6S Hardisty. The informer's testimony was to the fol lowing effect: That King had come home to the hiding-place of the gang in a des perate fright. He accounted for it by saying that Cook and Barnell (the two men taken) had planned an attack on young Louth, and that meanwhile he, King, went back to the village and set on to watch . for Janson. He "had heard that Janson often carried a good bit of money about; him, received as fees. King Stole into Janson's garden, and there waited, knowing it was an entrance he oft en used. Id less than a quarter of an hour Janson came in, and he, Kipg, attacked him. He struck him down; Jie believed that he. killed him; and. he was in the act of rifling his pockets when somebody came up to interrupt lie, King, attacked the. fresh comer; but there he had. his match. A scuffle ensued, .and the stranger's gun was broken in it; and he, King; finding he was getting the worst, eotawayi and made the best of his road home, nrriving there in fiia j rig n u lie uaa not intended to kill Janson, far from it; only to, disable, him while he eased him of his money. .Neith-' cr had theptbertwothpughtlo kill Louth, 1 and tbattgentleman a powerful, resistance h ad-led to the evil.. 3 . r Such was, the. testimony given by the approver,, and (here could be jittle 'doubt that such, were the facts! Indeed, before that day came to an end, the. .facts were proved, by the confession of King. ' "Pros trated, by h,is capture, and especially by the. treachery of 'his comrade, he appeared; completely to lose heart and spirit In a reckless, despairing tone, he said, "to the police that he, might as well make" afcTean breast of it, and he described the.clrcdin? stances more 'mintitely than the informer had .done. He could not make itoulhe said, how it was' that Janson had died so easily; but he knew blows under the left ear had turned out awkward, before now, When asked who it was that came to the interruption, King replied that he did not know. It was a tall, strong man, dressed. soiards he could see for the fog, in a sport ing suit; his tongue that or a gentleman. Olivia Hardisty shook with fear, bad shaken ever since the man was captured. that King was the real murderer, she never believed: she had too much cause to attribute the crime to another. But a very confused account of the examination had been carried to Alnwick Cottage.- "Do not.aquaint Mrs. Yorke with this unpleasant stir about the murder," Miss Hardisty said to t inch, "bbetsnotin a state for such excitement.1' Finch, however, judged differently, and Finch was one who liked to exercise her own will. She judged that it would be rather- a pleasant divertisement to her mistress, to hear that there was some chance of Mr. Janson's murder being avenged. CHAPTER XVIL A TALE FOR TITE CHRISTMAS DESSERT-TABLE, On, Thursday morning they were up betimes at Alnwick Cottage. Mid-day was to witness their departure Irpm it. Even Mrs. Yorke was in the sitting room by ten o'clock. It was a room adjoining her bed room. Finch shook up the pil lows of her easy-chair, and drew it near the window. The day was bright for winter, the landscape lovely, asked Mrs. -w 0 e Yorke. "All'sready ," replied Finch "I have nothing to do between now and the time we start. Perhaps it was because she had noth ing to do that Finch judged it well to im prove the time by telling her mistress of the capture of King, and his confes sion, "the man is took, and has con fessed." she said. "He admits- having stopped inside Mr. Janson's garden, and killed him. ' Maria held a handkerchif to her face to hide the terror that settled there. "ll'Ao is it that was taken?" shegasped "The man King, ma'am; one of that dreadlul gang, it was thought that be did it from the first" 'Send Miss Hardisty to me," murmur ed Maria. Miss Hardisty came. She told Mrs. Yorke the tale, so far as she knew it Suddenly, in the 'midst of telling it, she gave a startled shriek: for there stood Mr. Yorke, inside the room dcor. He looked ns if he had come off a jour ney. He had a great-coat on his arm, and was unwinding a warm cravat from his neck. Laying tbem on a chair, he advanced ana stooa oeiore ins wne, "Are vou satisfied now, Maria?" What was she to believe? Was he guilty or not guilty. She looked up, strangely yearning look on her white face. her thin hands clasped before her. Miss Hardisty, in her impulsive eagerness, laid bold ot the arm ot Mr. YorKe. "Were you not guilty?" "Nol" he burst forth, a haughty flush dyeing his forehead. "I was the one who interrupted the wretched murderer at his worK as nc nas now coniessea. ieave roe a few minutes alone with my wife will you, miss llardistyr Misb Hardisty. walking quite humbly from her sudden conviction of his truth and their own mistake, crossed the room and descended the stairs. Mr. Yorke, as before, stood in front or his wife, upright his arms folded, and looking down at her. '.Which is true, Arthurr' sne gasped, "Need you ask?" was his rejoinder. spoken sternly. "But why did you not tell- me at th timer' "Before I reply to that question, will you answer me one: if 1 had told you, i 1 had gone so far as to swear to my ow innocence, would-you have believed me? No; she felt that she should not, then "1 saw that all the assertion I coul have made on my own part would not dissipate the impression you had taken up,".resumed Mr. Yorke. "Therefore, 1 could but leave it to the elucidation of time. I 'did what 1 could. I offered a high reward. I placed the matter, in. the hands of .the Londou detective police When I left here, and you so pleasantly consigned me to a perpetual exile, my journey was direct to Scotland Yard. But that circumstances did tavor your view, Maria. I might have felt inclined to take you, at your word, and render our separa tion perpetual. The scales seemed to fall from her eyes. A conviction of his innocece, of' his pres ent truth, seated itself within her. She leaned forward in. 'her weakness, and sobbed aloud upon his breast , , Mr. Yorke wound, his arm londiy round her, giving her' the explanation that he did not give her formerly. He had gone back to the village that evening, intend ing to beard Janson.in his own house; to forbid his visits. He watched for Janson coming home,, .but he watche the front door. " Janson meanwhile entered at the garden door, in the side lane, unseen by Mr. Yorker Standing there quietly, he heard a groan, 'more than one, and pene trated to the spot whence' they apparent ly.cam'e, the garden The attacker of Mr. Janson turned and attacked him, and in the scuffle the gun was broken. The robber got away , and' he, Mr; . 'Yorke, stooped down to examine Janson. He had matches in his. 'pocket, and struak them, and he saw that Janson was indis putably dead. He left him, and made the best of his way home; but he wandered put of the road; a .the fog, and got 'into a pool. , "Why did you not give the alarm? why did.you not speak of it?" jeiterated'Mrs. Yorke. 4 "I can scarcely tell why." replied Mr, Yorke. ''My feeling against Janson thta night was .one of bitter anger. ( J should not have killed him. as the burglar did; ,b'ut J am not sure that, it. was altogether. feeling of grief that crossed .my heart, when I saw him lyiDg there dead. Maria did. not speak. aeriace was buried, - , . "r6crambled,out of the pool and.came nme" continuea .Dir. XOTKe. as a. reached1 the gate, Craneand his wife' were nastiin'iT: they' seemed in distress.- and 'alarm, .and, I inquired' the cause. 'A poor geniieman imujuaw uccu muucicur they said.. J supposed that the bodyhad ieen found, arid, the news had'spread 'Dotou remember," he somewhat abrupt Jy added, "that I called fo you for a light, when 1 came in, ana.askeajou io pnng it up yourself' nlilto mil'" - . "My intention was to. tell you of what had happened. Maria, I believe the feel- s 'ii- i-i - . j'-.. (. ing in my ueuri. Ya wain, j uu iu, the man whom 1 had just seen with his hand in vours. was dead and" out of the way lorever. in tne lew moments mat elapsed between my calling and vour ap; peafance with the light, the mood changed, and I resolved to say ndthing,. I .bundled up my clothes, wet with' the pool, into the long press, laid the broken gun upon them, and came down to dinner.'1. "Why did you lay tnem there, out of the wayf . . .... v "A3 1 said before, l can scarcely ten you. in my ui-ieenng against janson, a believe 1 resolved not to disclose mat I had seen anything of the murder; to be entirely silent upon that point For one thine. Maria and I have felt ashamed of myself ever since I' was the worse for- drink that evening, in my sober senses I should probably' have acted very differ ently throughout; hut I was not in my so ber senses. I had drunk a good deal at Souire Hipgrave's; he had two or three hard drinkers at his luncheon-table that dav. hearty sportmen, and I drank with the rest. Again, while I was waiting for Janson. near his house, 1 turned into a public-house and drank more brandy? and water. You must have seen that I had taken too much. "Yes, she answered. "Afterwards there came that nnhappy suspicion, through my having mixed up the one murder wun tne otner. Anai susDicion did attach to me, I could not help seeing, and I was really thankful to Olivia Hardisty, and to Henry Yorke, for helping me to a way out oi iu. louaye tardily confessed, then, to what I had seen, would never have done; it might only have brought suspicion more tangibly up on mtv People would have asked what "Artliur. sne saiu, raising iier wuiie face, "you might have.coufessed to us at home."'' "With what chance of receiving cred" ence? It was the old question. An unsatis factory one now. "I judged it better to bide mv time." Mr. Yorke. "We will have Henry to spend Christmas with us, and make it . - A i: Till a tihristmas laie lur uuer uiuutr. a u give it them at dessert. 1 suppose 1 may come to Saxonbury again?' She was crvingsottiy and silently, nap py tears now. Mr. i orke neio ner closer, and bent to kiss them away., "I think vou nave Bavea my nw, -a.ru.ur. bub . a . I:. . il it l- whispered. "You were going to Saxonbury to-day were you not! "Yes: bv the mid-day train. "But I perceive you are not fit to trav el. Shall we stay on here a few days, and see a little more oi mis strange arama ..... ,. 3 plaved out?" "Oh yes. if you please," she readily an swered. "All the places in the world seem . , i-, i clad to me now. i nave nau Drain lever, Arthur.' "I know you have. I had a bulletin up daily of your progress. "From whom?" she inauired. in surprise, "From the physician. Had he warned me of danger, T should' have hastened to you. He thought I was detained in tow by law business, and could not leave, Maria." he more gravely added, "never vou doubt mv care and love again " "I have" never doubted them," she re- nYieA. "I Arthur." she broke off, ga ling at him earnestly, "it is I who ought to enioin that. The cloud fell on your minrl nrt nn mine. Has it gone awayr 'It has. I believe I was wrong, Ma ria. At any rate, it can never now re turn." "Thank God!" she murmured. "Quite gone!" "Qnite gone," repeated Mr. Yorke, re garding the remark as a question. -ai an other thousand pounds would bring Jan son back tolife, Maria, I would freely give it" "Shall you speak abroad, now, of what you saw of the murder? ' "No, It would answer no end, for J could not swear to the assailant I dis closed the whole to one of the head police in liondon; but there s no necessity to pro claim it further for the benefit Of the pub lit We will keep it as-a' secret A less weighty one than that you have been hug ging to your heart, Maria," A sudden pushingopen of the room door. Master Leopold flew in boisterously, fol lowed by linch, grumbling. Tapal pa pal" shouted the boy in his delight And Mr. Yorke' caught him in his arms. Finch stood transfixed with surprise. "Why, sir, when did you come?' "Teniminu'tes ago," said Mr. Yorke. 'Tarn telling your mistress that she will do well to remain-'on here 'a little longer, until she shall he more fitto travel." "You can unpack; Finch,"' said her mistress. "Well, that is. a- bother!'? cried Finch, who was in the habit from long service, of saying pretty well whatsbe-pleased. "Have you come to stay, too, sir?' "Yes," said Mr. Yorke. Bntthey got home to Saxonhury Sh time for the Christmas dinner. And as to Of ford, it has not done talking yet of the double tragedy enacted on that foggy night, or of tha flight the whole 'village made to the county town to see the three murder ers executed. THB END. Hidden Prosrerity. The path of life meanders, through, a bright and' .beautiful world a world' where. the fragrant flows"'of friendship, nourished. jjjr the gentle dews of sympa thy and the. warm sunlight of. affection, boom in perennial beauty., .But through thisjvorjd Ihere'jlowa a swm whose .turbid' waters cross and recrosa" the path' of every pijgrim. it is the, stream of hu ,man Buffering. 'Nearly,' six, thousand years sinceit flawed out through Eden's gate. yet it still rolls onward, ever becom ing brbadecand deeper. Its sources are hidden in thelomost recesses of human .hearts, apd Its rihutaresow out from! every hearthstonein the land-Man strives in vain to check its progress 1( is uncon trollable . Science and tat may press into; their tier vice ai the blind forces ofnature. They, may unffe dUfant'pjacea Jy parallel baride.'of ir"ontand pause' Uienever-tiring locomotiye swiftly to speed" from.the east- ern to me western sea. nnu iiKuiuing- likeTApfdityjtuey may send messages of nope or uuings oi uespair uiruugu air and ocean. They mayeyen go beyond these "and determine Jthe nature of the very elements which compose the heaven ly .bodies. But when they seek to 'stop the flow of this mighty stream they are, confronted by the mandate. "Thus far shalt thbu'go. and no farther." 'Education , , , . . - . - ., nas uqne muca to overcome mess eviis of ignorance'and barbariaoism; but it has also done much to increase our capacity for SnOerinir. We' ire now surrounded by the advantages and comforts of civili zation; but are we happier than were pur ancestors in ruder times! It we 100K about us to-day, and mark the varied ex pressions upon the faces of those we meet,' we"shall see lines of care which speek in language to plain to be misunderstood. They tell of youthful dreams unrealized; of no pes ongnieu uy me irusia oi unit; ui . ' 1 1 - f A - 1 . f . . , 1 , ii- , . i i .i c . . . .' r oroKen ties, oi jnenusnip; anu oi sou, aching hearts. Other lines there are; which tell of sorrow too deep for utterance sorrows which are denied even the can- - . ... . - eolation of human sympathy. OUR TOWN. As Seen by the "Editor of the Grayson toaniy juenua. From an article descriptive of Bro, Haynes' recent visit to Hartford, we clip the following paragraphs: One hour's travel brought us to Beaver Dam. our point on the road, fire miles horn Hartford, which place we reached about dark, on horseback, covered with , mi . - e .i. . .ij.n, : muu. xnis town is one ui iuc uiucet .m Kentucky, and has ever been famous a3 the home of some of her most . distin guished gentlemen, and beautiful, and accomplished ladies. In, neither respect. is the place losing caste, ,xet, tney Bay there "Hartford is not what it has been: manv of her brizht lizbts have faded, the gallant young men and, winsome ladies nave uiubut luaiiieu uut kwmw we are of the opinion that iiaruora was never better supplied in mesa regarui than, at the present time. We woulc mention .their names, but space forbids. The most prominent anions the lea- turea of enterprise are the newspaper and schools. That these have become fixtures well established, is a proposition gener ally conceded. We know ofrno county paper that is crowioz more rapiory ana . . - -, , , deservedly too. into public favor, than the "Hartford Herald.5' But there is one thing which reflects discreditably upon the whole town; it is the absence of pavements, which maces it almost impossible for ladies or gentle men to appear with any pleasure. to mem- fllvpa tinnn tha streets. When we azain visit the place, it will be wnen me muu has dried up. The other day Justice Potter was cailed upon to marry a couple on Front street east, ana ne was asKing iuc unuc-grouiu:. "You promise to love, cnerisu, ect., wnen the vounsr man blurted out:' "See here! I want a fair understanding' about this thing. Does that mean that I've got to take care of her whole family, or onlv herself?' His honor explained, and the young man continued: "Well, go ahead. I only wanted to know how muckot the family I was mar'n rying. Detroit Free rress. Wheke Was Ir. A boy aged about sixteen stepped into aGriswold street barber-shop Saturday and took a seat with the remark: "I guess I'll have this mustache shaved off." The barber took out the apron, sharp ened his razor, mixed the lather antf as he stood beside the chair he saidi "Well, I'm ready any time you can tell me where the mustache is." Detroit Free Press. A darkey's instructions for putting on a coat were, "First de right arm, den de left, and den give one general conwul-eion.'' AN INQUISITIVE CUSS. Tim Various" HolherAbontTftxRe- eelpli anUTiaen ,eek)i mrortnatloa. Raccoon Holies, Some tirae.jn J Felniary, 1875, but dou't ei- V actly know the day. 1 Mister ditor:---1 see you ,her cot to making a paper in HarttoroV Yon srnt me one last week which .sorter made-me feel like my vestcoat was getting too small. It s a; grate, thing to hev friends, even if one ain t acquainted, with em., .Well. 1 was readine the funny pieces in it. and it's as good as a almanac, and I serf so to!d Alhck. Sea J I'll be confound if he ain't sharp; and Invthat is, old.AlIickYput.hia ringer to pis eye and pulleuut ppenjs-Jittle, .as much as to say,, thal.s a bright, idee. Old Allick, as we call him, is asroar man, and has got education,, and used to, teach our Bchoolj (before they got, to, making teachers with certificates), anithe -njejghi. borhood all think he is mjty sharp, and that the say is what makes him.sOnCu- rious. Hoes it do you that, wayz . , , Well, you see, 1 was reading jour paper all through, and I seed where yqu, wanted subscribers, and 1 said to old Alllckl. want to subscribe for it, because, you mee.-a man don't want to be burdecsome to his friends, and I like-the paper, and. th.inklby,read ing.it I might get sharpened up a-.ijiila myself. Butj,you: see,, a wbile- pack; the Sheriff camerqund 'tb sea. who had tax receipts, and gef. he to me, oase,ycm got you.bettet let7riej,eell yotr,one, fo.r,ses.he. everybody buys. emapu you betlertajreone. VYell, jftij see, ,1-dotVlike, to 'be Q) of fashions so-taathiro. what hesold 'ens-at. and he sed different prices "some; fir peh. people; ana samejiqr, poor peopicarower prices, last "him what.be would,siH:me one for. Then he cot outbia book:.then )te looked- around te house,-(Irecjcou to see how poor we wasj, and tben, opened his, book,, and ses,.! canell rjqu,,very food one for ore dollars, and aJbaf,! -Sag I, '11 ,h,ev.tq try'and gi(, alpngwihjoii it, because I ain't got that much mows, . JJes.Jheryott. better git.it jip.before J.come ooaj. nesk io..puy.-one,,' 11 uea.yi.g-& io talking "about LheUaw 1 got iker3. for. Tpa 8ee,4.'mjmityfeard of tbjega,! dqa't krow'anjthiag-.about, andse; I,; can't yooJet.haTe'a tollable gQod.oBror-3dol-i.i-t.'. iii t . v. j d " .i,.;'. wife 1 barfboU and we'ra out of -coffee and Jlere'.be ,bega tc4,lool; ?sad,(and scd, he couldn t help thet;h wusn t .lowed to take less, and if. 1 didn't git it up by the timeihe come iquntLagiHhe'dhevto take our cow. Tbet skeereXme, worser still So',' soon as he-wis gone. I, put off Jcj Un cle eharley's aBd axt-him about itl He's a equire.Uncle' CharlffriBid he sed I uutjjay for-itjor hej28heriC4.;sBl my cow to. make it. wen,you,&e.e,.l,got.Un cl& Charley to let ma have, maeey, enough to pay the tax, and l,'m,totwork it out; X), yonjsee,.i;ve notgqt&e twAOpuars now, butr.ye sotmy hart, qnohevin-thet paper? and I dou't intend you-shell.send itfto rae .for,puthin, no how;p.bqte8t ea soon eal 'gittha twq,doJlai8,-Jm9onjing down to a, pighwim. yoo,--!aadipb-scribe, a pswIII- Well, sea I to old Allick, after! tiitikin bout thet tax bizness, ses IrtthetSHriff must git lot o' moneys xEf ha raa,kes.me pay thet much- ifitb only ;;owa. wila and a baby, and, a few otherjtriokshosr much does he make them rich-felles pay? AAV CU BUUJCj VI CIS! IU, 1,1 JO yillBlJ, KLiKM two or three hundred dollars &,iyeai. Well, thet surprised meiu-SesHL; where does it all go to? S4, be, (find, ha looked a little sorter canning, "where the wood bine twinemv Ses 1, where s taWk? ds he, thet will take a smart maa.to.tell', but esyou aregoin totaketbe HAHTOKftHxa ald you might-git tbaEeltoc to ask, Judge Gregory about it, and put it in the paper. Ses I, tbet's the very Uee, and. yoa'see, I ' -.1. ;r .t . . r .i :j .t . was so lajten. ii, wet i, uia HKSjian 1 could not wait.Ulk I come down-to,se you, but sot-right down. to, write toiyoa about it . Now, Mr. Editor, In in.,-terribl a-orn est about thet tax. business, andeTecsoace the Sheriff coma so near takin oar cow, I can't think of anything else, hardly.: Ef you could jest find- out -and put. in your paper tne strata ot what goes wttk the money,; there's lots of folks-over Jb era thet would subscribe for your paper." , I kaow ef Judge Gregory, and the rest of them fellers iu' the court houe,.are only(haf es pleasant and clever, ea they was) last sum mer, they win ten yoo an aooat , ana ef you will, put it in, your paper wil' b ea fashionable as tax receipts,.beka thire'a nothin so much talked about aa high tax ed, and nothin we know so little aboat es what goes with the money. When i. got this fur with hiy letter, 1 showed it tQ old Allick, and he red it thru with thet curia look on his face, and ses, thet'a better! n I expected; andres be, ef you a only take a lew lessons, you, cood soon rite a letter thet your frend, the Editor, wood put in bis paper, met a settled rm goia to take them lessons. KowflIr. Editor, I'ye got to go to. work for Uncle Charley, for I expect thetSher iff will soon be here agin to tell me thet tax receipt, and I must be reddy. fur him. Bite soon to your friend, m ADC. .YJUIOBa. Baisixo Horn to Ccsh THin.i-;H is a solemn-looking boy about-tap -years of age, and he wears a long face aa he drops into the coroner a'""office and re marks: "Shocking murder wasn't' it?" 1 "What! What's thatf' exclaimedUe coroner, sprihgingup. r "Chopped her head clean off,' contin ues the boy, carelessly. "Where! when! what street?"". , ' "And she was a perfect lady'-'addsthe boy. ' ?: "Come on; half a dollar; otherlcorner; call a hack'" called the coroner, "'getting into his overcoat " "I was speaking of MarieAntoinette, Queen ofFrance in 1793 regular put up job," demurely replies theladj 'irjou want to read tne particulars oi iqe case I'll fetch over the book," The coronersits down and'contepiplstes the steaming, end of the stick 6t cordwood protruding from the stove, arid' the clock on the desk goes ahead with, ils labor of ticking time' into eternity. Detroit Free Preu. A school in Vermont is presided over by' a cross-eyed teacher. A, few days' ago he called out: "That boy I am' looking at will steponton the floor." Immediately twenty-seven lads walked out in-front of the astonished pedagogue. c