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ATORNEYS AT LAW,
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ST. PAUL MINN.
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8tearas anal adjoining counties. ap 10.
DR V. FELL,
Homeopathic Physician,
AND DENTIST.
Clearwater,
Minnesota.
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E. K. JAQUES,
SURGEON DENTIST.
Roeenberger Bloeac.
BAINT CLOUD. MINNESOTA-
D. H. SELBY,
—AGINT—
Singer Sewing Maohines.
Needles, Oil, Tuckers, Rufflers and other
findings constantly on hand.
Office in S. Tobey's book-store.
8T, CLOUD MINN.
C. SCHULTEN,
DRUGGIST
and
PHARMACEUTIST,
S CJloiid, in
Jan?" Preseriptiens carefully compound
ed day or night.
CHAS. S. WEBER, M. D.,
HOMEOPATHIC PHYSICIAN,
8T CLOUD, MINN
Office on St. Germain street, 8d door east
of Catholic Church.
ST.CLOUD
Homeopathic Pharmacy.
XIDIGII1 OASIS AM) BOOKS,
of
in thefamily and for thetreatment
H0B8E8, CATTLE
and otherdomestio animals
S
C. S. WBBBB.
LeBOY GROUT,
I I E N I N E E
AND SURVEYOR,
CLOUD, MlfTBKSOTA.
Taxes of non-residents attended to
promptly.
Special attention given to Land examina
tion.
Beferenoes—
P.L.OBEGOB1 St. Cloud.
B. C. BUBBANK, do.
J. C. BUBBANK, St.
H. TBOTT, ST. P. P. B. B. do.
Office with P. L. Gregory, Washington
avenue. apr6tf
P. MEYST & SON,
MERCHANT TAILORS
Shop opposite the Kelly House,
WASHINGTON ATSNU1,
BT. CLOUD, MINK.
naO-ly
W. HENDERSON.
Dealerla and Manufacturer of
Boots, Shoes and Rnbbers
law* Custom workdone inthe beststyle
Hepairingneatly andpromptly done.
Waahingtn avenue, next door to Meter
othsClothiat store n«
O. E. GARRISON,
Civil Engineer & Architect,
ST. CLOUD, MINN.
Having bad twenty-two years' expert
enoe—twelre in Government surreying—I
hope to give satisfaction in all branches of
Engineering.
Pine and other Lands entered and taxes
paid for Non-residents, and full descrip
tion given from personal examination.
Office and residence near the Episcopal
Churon.
Meps of Stearns County for sale.
Eg" NOTARY PUBLIC.
S O. O. HINES,
Shop en Washington Avenue,
ST. CLOUD, MINNESOTA.
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VOL. xv.
BANK O SAINT CLOUD.
.••.afSSl a
General Banking, Exchange, aid Besl
tsUte Isilnew.
JA». A. BILL,
J. Q. SMITH.
President.
Cashier.
BANKING HOUSE
—OF—
TBOS. 0. McCLURE,
SAINT 0L0UD. MINNESOTA.
QENBRAL BANKINO BUSINESS DONE.
Farming, Grazing& Timber
JLwaanim S a
STIABHS ooomrr.
See.:. T'n. Safe..
NEW 6 128 Sft Meadow A Prairie
N.KV£ ft 1M 86
8 W 184 83
N S3 123 33
WJi 9 122 32
B«i£ I S
a S SO 1H 30 Henry Timber.
s£sHS4$li 38 123 31
tons oouari—racMB, MXADOW nuumrm.
Sec. T'n. B'go
17 133 35
133 86
^XJilBWiiliX 12 ISO 86
Also, Lands in Otter Tail oonntj, near
Fergus Falls and Dayton.
above-desoribed lands are No. 1.—
Will be sold CHEAP, and time gen far
part et purchase money if desired. For
particulars enquire at
aprlOtf BANK OF ST. CLOUD.
M« BECKES*
BOOT AND SHOEMAKEB.
Boots, Shoes and Gaiters
Made in the laieststyle and of the best
stock. Gsod fits warranted. Quality of
work guaranteed.
EA3TEBN WORK always on hand for
•ale oheap.
ALSO LEATHER AND FINDINGS
{Shop on St .Qermainstreet, nez tdoorto
Book Store.
St. Cloud. April2,1868.
8T. CLOUD
MARBLE_WORKS
JOSEPH HERSCHBACH.
BIAIiBB IB
Monuments & Gravestones
Also, Contractor for all Tonic of
Stone Cutting to Order.
St. Qermaia street—two doors east of the
Catholic church. nS7
JUST PUBLISHED
STRAUSS' WALTZES
arranged as
VIOLIN SOLOS.
A I S
Paper Copy sent, post-paid, for $1.50 in
boards, $2
Address,
'J. L. PETER8,
899 Broadway, N. T.
SANCER-FEST.
(The Singing Festival.)
A Collection of Glees, Par Soags, Cho
ruses, etc. or
MALE VOICES.
Sample copies mailed, post-paid, for $1.50
$15 per dozen.
Address, J. L. PETERS,
609 Broadway, N. Y.
FAIRY VOICES.
A Sew Music Book for Dsy Schools.
Send 60 cents, and we will mail sample
copy, April 1st.
Address, J. L. PETEBS,
690 Bradway, N. T.
8KKDS, P1VASTS, TBEEH^-PRBFAII
A I I
My sew priced descriptive Catalogue of
Choioe Flower and Garden Seeds, 26 sorts
of either for $1 new and choice varieties
of Fruit and Ornamental Trees, Shrubs,
Evergreens, Roses, Grapes, Lilies, Small
Fruits, House and Border Plants and
Bulb* one year grafted Fruit Trees for
mailing Fruit Steoks of all kinds Hedge I
Plants, &o. the most complete assortment
in the country, will he sent gratis to any
plain address, with P. 0. box. True Gape
Cod Cranberry for upland or lowland,
$« per 1000 SI per 100 prepaid by mail.
Trade list to dealers. Seeds on Commis
sion. Agents wanted..
SI. WaCacne, Old Colony Wewearlea
anal Seed WarekomH, Plyamomife, Mass.
Eetafcllafced IS**.
F. E TOZIER,
PAINTER & GLAZIER,
ST. CLOUD, MINN.
PaulORDERS
RESPECTFULLY SOLICITED.
Satisfaction given, er ne charge.
C..F& W.Powell
Dealers In all kinds of
SHELF AND HEAVY
*a aV
HARDWARE,
Iron, Nails, Class,
BLACKSMITH TOOLS,
Agrlctatual laploneits,
GENUINE
MOLIN
E PLOWS
MINNEAPOLIS PLOWS.
TIN, COPPER ft SHEET4RON WARE.
Burbank Powell's Block, St. Germain
street.
vla-nl6:-
MINNEAPOLIS.
The names glT«a tathlaaolnan are tkoaa of tha
largest and aaoet reStaMe houses la the*
ear-'
atallinMof business In
MINNESOTA
IEON WORKS
1
iAluueaioliei
Iron and Brass Fonndors
—ASS—
MACHINISTS.
Stationary and Portable
oilers:#Ti:
GANG: AND CIRCULAR
SAW MlliS.^
MILL FURNISHINCr*
SttAFttiv^Ml
6SiiHf# wnfrfifi Vfilw^ni
TORBINE WATERWHEEL.
^EKD FOR PRICES.I
HARDENBERGHf
J. E. LOOKWOOD, Snp't.
A O
TT. *W. A
sccoessoa TO
BULLARD & KILLER,
Manufacturers of and Dealers in
Cotton and Paper Hour
Sacks, Burlaps,
—AND—
GUROO-ErR,-*" B.A.Q-S.
30 W a in to Avenue,
MINNEAPOLIS, MINN.
I N N E A O I S
MARBLE_WORKS.
G. W. HERRICK,
Dealer in
AMERICAN AND lOREISN MARBLE,
:M:Ojsnji&iiXhi u.'s
HEAD STONES AND
MANTLES.
l»ceUet SC, Betwee 3 a Oik.
MINNEAPOLIS, MINN.
Work set op Is St. Closd snd vicinity
wlthost Extra cksrgee
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BARNARD & CLARE,
Furniture Manufacturers
MINNEAPOLIS, MINN.
The subscribers beg leave to announce to
their many patrons and friends that their
new Factory is now in operation and tha
they are prepared to fill all orders for
First Class FurnUnre!
PBOMPTL? AT LOW PRICES.
A new price list will be issued to the trade
about the first of July, and special efforts
will be made to make their establishment
Headquarters for the Dealers throughout
the Northwest.
FINE CUSTOM WORK DONE TO ORDER.
BABNABD & CLABK.
Factory 4th Street, East side. Warerooms
6 Centre Block. vl4n48
T. J. BONHAM,
Practical Tinsmith snd Dealer li
I 1 W A
Parties In need of Guttering, Spouting,
any kind of Job Work will find it te
their advantage to giTe me a cell as I
makethis woork ae^oialty. n48
M. GASPARD'S
A E E E A
The undersigned has taken the Hall os
St. Germain street, near the corner of
Jefferson avenue, and has fitted it up in
first-class style. His friends will always
find the host qualities el
Wines, Liquors and Cigars.
Fresh Beer Constantly on Tap.
faw*Give him a call.
M, GASPABD.
St. Cloud. May 1,1872.
J. W. METZROTH
Has removed hit
Clothing Store,
'OnOSIVS TBS OSBTSAS SOPSB.
eaaT MEZROTB'S IS THE
A large stock of the finest
CASSIMERES,
BROADCLOTHS,
snd all kinds
Gent's Fbniislaing Goods
alwsys onlhsnd.
St** METZROTH~s7s THE PLACE 1
0 EKTL EM EN'S SUITS
made at
in the latest
SfW TORKUOIIDOS IRD PARIS STYLES
STOVES, RANfitt AND FURNACES,
PLUMBUM AH) STEAM PIT
10» Tiled St.. ST. 1»A1
ST. PAUL.
The names gtrsa la this column art those of the
^nMA^PMt|«1fnblechow^
a XKequiciitesi.
DAIRY GOODS, OF ALL KINDS.
Send for Illustrated Catalogue.
MEItREiVL "RYDER
Manufacturer and Wholesale and Retail.
-Dealer lawjf' Purs,^
O E S A N O A S
Commission Dealer
For the sale and purchase of
FURS, ROBEB, SKINSr HIDES, GAME,
•. :.-. -Ac., Ac ... --.
Ho. S3 Jackson Street, Sti, Patwl.
vl5nl9tf
A E A
STRONG &AN DERSON
Manufacturers and Dealersin
Carpels.Oil-Cloths, Mattings, Curtain Ma,
erials, Upholstery Goods, Wall Paper
Bedding, Window Shades, Feathers, Ac
Soa SSS a SSO Street
ST PAUL. '-. MINNESOTA
COMBS BBOTHERS,
LEATHBB,
—ABD—
S O E I N I N S
No. 280 Third Street,
ST. PAUL, MINNESOTA.
N.B. FITTED BOOT & GAITER UPPERS
Vl4n47
QUINBY & HALLOWELL,
to a
62, 64, 65 and Robert Street,
ST. PAUL, MINNESOTA:
v!4n47-ly
Importers of
CROCKERY AND FRENCH CHINA.
a in W it China
Gold a China
Decorated China
Sold in sets or separately.
Fine Glassware, Table Cutlery Plated Ware.
169 Street, St. a
may30-Iy
PIONEER WAGON SHOP
131. •w-EA.Efcir
Manufacturer of
FARM AND FREIGHT WAGONS,
LIGHT WAGONS, BUGGIES
CUTTERS, SLEDS, &o]
All work made from the very best mate
rial, and fully warranted. Prices reason
able. Parties needing anything in myline
will do well to give me a call.
Special attention paid to REPAIRING
H. W. WEARY
Lake Street rear of MontgomeryftWest'
It YOU WANT SOME OF
BEST LANDS
is
STEARNS COUNTY,
AT
CHEAP RATES,
Address
vl6-n
a JET. "HLoytr,
Post Office Box S234,
New Yeax
St. Cloud Quadrille Band
The undersigned will famish first-olass
music for Balls. Special attention given to
supplying private parties, with from two to
five pieces, as may be desired.
Charges reasonable.
GEO. B. FULLER.
St. Cloud, Sept. 7th, 1871.
C. BRIDGMAN,
Dealer in
LT7MBERI
at the Mills, Lower St. Cloud
Cheap Carpet Hall of thecoming
l4araja Stoekx Coautantly on a
J. MATHIES
SStrset, Paul, Minnesota
..,. E A A E
GOETTEN & TBOSSEN
Offer to the public, at Hoepner's old stand,
on St. Germain street, everything in the
line of MEAT, including,
a a
&c to
is S a a a
&)0„i
at as reasonable rates as any stand in ths
city.
Give them a oall and see for yourselves.,
St. Cloud. Feb. 4th, 1873. vl6-n
E S A
QTRAYED from Maine Prairie, about the
first of May, a RED STEER, three years
old, large, white spotted, with large horns.
A liberal reward will be paid for the return
of the animal to F. Kimball, at Maine,
Prairie, or te the undersigned at St. Cloud.
St. Cleud, May26,1*78*
•linfijpj
ST. CLOTJI). MMNISQTA, THURSDAY. JULY 10.1S73.
in their
IDERSHIIM.
IRNST
MltaUtaei
The white handtormy pains,—
Mo sweeter heart, BorSilser,
B'er filled such See blaa reins.
I'll slog a song of tree lore,
My Miml dear!toyen
Oontrala oontrarlis—
The rule is old and true,
,'* S
The happiest of all lovers
Wat Emit of Sdanhalm
And why he was thahappiest,
I'll tell you In my rhyme.
One summer night hewandered
Within a lonely glade,
And coached in moss and moonlight,
Hefounda sleeping maid.
The stars of midnight sifted
Above her sands of geld
She seemed a slumbering statue,
Bo f»lr and white and cold.
Fair and white and cold she lay
Beneath the starry skies
Bosy washer waking
Beneath the Bitter's eyes.
lie won her drowsy fanoy,
,.- He bars her to his towers, .. ..,
.'Sad swift withinreaadlaughter}
Slew morning's purple hours....
thethl,
But when tha thlcktnlng snnfcsams
Bad drunk tha iaamsng Saw,
A misty cloud ofsortww
Swept a'er her eye's deep bine.
She hnngnppn the Bitter's nsck,
Ssawapt .UA lor. and faia O S
A serpsnt half the day.
Bang oat the nooa of day,
Andfrom the bower of roses
A serpent slid away.
CHAPTER II.
Our autocrat was as good
was as good as
word, with regtrd to tsking his depert
ure the next morning. He announced
at the breakfast-table that he hsd boai
ness whiob would detain .him ,(19111
home several days, and thus, to our dis
may, Aunt Kendall and myself found
ourselves burdened with the entertain
ment of oar new-found kinsman. We
looked at each other a little blankly
bat there was nothing to be said, and,
after breakfast, I confess that I watch
ed, for the first time, with sensations of
keen regret, the diminishing form of
the tall old vehicle and raw boned horse
which conveyed Kendall te the railway
town of Exford.
"Are you always so sorry when your
uncle leaves home V* asked Ross
I would even rather be bored 1 have
not had time to be bored in a long
while snd it is luxury to a man
fresh from China, 80 is a glorious in
dian-summer day like this,'' he added,
ohangiog his tone, "a luxury worth
back to enjoy I How it makes
me like a boy again! I wonder if I
might venture to ask the silly young
woman to take a walk with me?" ,.:
His gay frankness would heve put
even a shyer person at ease, Having
no excuse ready, and being, moreover,
mightily tempted by the golden day,
and the soft, dreamy air (not to apeak
of the dark eyes and the axtmordiaary
but exhilerating consciousness of having
a man for a companion), the silly young
woman in question readilyagreed to go.
We set forth, therefore, and if it mat
tered—which it does not—I ojuld re
call every word, and tone, and glance,
whiob passed between us on that bright
autumn morning—-that morning long
past now, whioh I spent like a very
child in showing all my ohiefest and
sweetest woodland haunts, and whioh
waa crowned by the wholesale rifling of
eheetnat-tree upon which we ohanoed
•*?2»-tf.lon our homeward route. As westowed
am
-,I
"I am no^^chrtstian toxA," she sobbed,
As in his arms she lay
"I'm half the day a woman,
"And when frea yepder balMower
ft
Bints out the boon-day chsaw, 'L
farewell! farewell»(*•«,
Sir Srnst of Sdenhenn 1"
"Ah I not mrewellfcrerer|»
ThaBitetrwUdlyariad} ....
,«I wfll teaAT^or losf with .thej,
Hy lovely Will-Bride I"
.. r-,? §, S fH v" i%: .,
Load from thelordly ball-tower
Bat when the mldwateh moonlight
Was shimmering throagh tha greve,
He clasped his bride thricedowered
Withbeaatr*Jia with loTe.
The happiestofall levers'
WasBmat of Sdershelm,
His true lore waa a serpent
Only Aoirthe time I
STORT*
fft:,»»W» BT CHRISTIAN BKID.
5
hisunderneath
Ken-chanted
dall, maliciously. He was standing by
me on the steps, bat I had not fanoied
that he was watching me until the tone
of this question informedroeof thefact.
Then I started, and feeling that 1
blushed, I felt also a strong inclination
to be malicious in return.
"I am sot usually sorry at sll" I an
swered, quietly. "In fact, I don't think
that I ever waa sorry before."
"And may I ask the cause of your
unusual regret on the present occasion,
thenr. ''.. ",..,, ,' ...•
"Since you have ssked, you have BO
right tube offended it I say that it is
because you have remained behind!" r.
"I am not offended at all," he said,
laughing, yet flushing a little. "But*
are you always candid V*
"How could 1 lire with Unole Ken
dall and be otherwise ,.
"Candidly tell me, then, why
jouacknowledged
object tojjmy remaining I am a most
inoffensive fellow, and would not
harml
-you for the world." 4
p, "Why should you wish fait&H'l
asked I, impatiently. ««It cannot pos
sibly interest you to be shut up, in a
lonely country-house like this, with a
tiresome old woman like Aunt Kendall,
and a silly young woman like me.
There are no horses, no dogs, no guns,
no books, no any thing,to amuse you 1"
"Suppose I would rather not beagainst
amused V* said he, smiling. "Suppose
8*fi*'". -J,-'.'-,
^ffijW* talked^nor litale
?by nJ hw questions, Rosa drew
from me sll about my own history—of
which there was very little to tall—end
tbbk it was bis siaeere ?ity tot
myJ
lijoely, joyless youth, wbfeh first open
ed my heart to him. Does anybody
wonder that I did not resent this feel
ing, as I am told people mostly do 7 1
can only say in reply that it should be
remembered that nobody had ever be
fere taken the trouble even to pity me.
Besides whioh, when Ross said, "Poor
child I" there was much of tenderness
Was well as pity in his voioej and,
child or woman, she would have been
made of strange material indeed, who
resented any word of tenderness from
Ross Kendsll's lips.
Well, it waa a pleasant day. It is a
pleasant day to look back upon even
now, for if was only the beginning of
others more pleasant still, ft is fortu
nate,'perhaps, that I cannot linger over
the details of a story whioh just here
would seem, no doubt, eommonplaee
enough. Onee io one lives, paradise
opens for all of us out of the dull
earth and days, golden with the light
of tender romance, shine upon us with
a radiance like unto no other radiance
of time. Does it boot to count the cost
of the bitter desolation whioh often fol
lows We can soaresly think that Eve
would have surrendered one memory of
Bdes for all the joys of earth. Yet
she must hsve dreamed many times of
the deep-green bowers, the ahining wa
ters, the marvellous glistesing fruits of
that fair domain, and waked to weep
sueh tears of unavailing regret as have
watered this sad planet of ours most
plenteouBly ever since.
It was in the midst of my colorless
life, in the season of earth's most
touching sadness, that some days like
those of Which I have spoken oame to
me. Surrounded now by sorrow and
desolation—full of pain and weariness
—I ean thank God for them yet.
Opening a drawer in the desk at which
lam writing, some relics of them lie
before me—changed, as the years
whioh have passed since then have no
doubt changed me, too. Brown leaves,
once golden and scarlet with the burn
ing touch of autumn—leaves gathered
out on the hill-side with Ross—a
sketch of me which he made oae dayscape
en the blank leaf of a book, with "Lit
tle Red Riding-hood" scrawled lastly
a few other trifles equally
insignificant, and one short eurl of crisp,
dark hair. Few as they are—these
tokens pi the past—they open the
whole treasure-house of memory to me.
They bring bsok vividly those lovely
days with their wealth of unforgotten
words and tones, their soft breezes and
fair woodland fragrances. seem to
meet the dark eyes, to hear the frank,
kind voice, and, if I lift my eyes to a
present and a future whioh are alike
desolate, I can still thank God that
love—even our poor human love—
stands forever chief among the Immor
tals.
Unole Kendall was gone nearly a
fortnight. To say that I lived an en-tablishments
life daring this time, would be
to say very little indeed. For let it be
remembered—in justification, perhaps,
of my folly—that I had never before
had even so much as a kitten to love.
In my osse there was no dividing and
subdividing of affection into different
rills—no father, sisters, brothers, friends
to claim a share of my heart. All the
love whioh was mine to give, swept into
one great channel, and poured itself—
for good or ill—at one man's feet.
Looking bask now, I cannot regret it.
It Was something—-nay, I am still mad
enough to think it was every thing—
to have lived in the light of his smile
for ten long, golden days, and heard
him say a thousand times in accent be
fore he ever said in words, that he loved
.me.
into the world—or, perhaps should
say, when you go into the world—you
will find men enough to tell ou this
better than I ean."
I **e tone—whioh was almost harsh—
took me so much by surprise, that for a
moment I could say nothing. Then I
felt hot tears rise into my eyes.
"That was not what I meant," I
said, hastily. "I was not thinking of
—of other men. What do I care for
them I was only thinking that, if I
were pretty, you would like me better."
I "God forbid that I should ever like
yon better he said, quickly, "for I
fear—O Beryl, I fear—that I like you
too much already. Child, don't look at
me in that startled fashion. I mean every
word I say. I love you/ God knows,
better than I ever thought to love any
thing on earth again but, if you came
to my heart this minute, I should be
miserable through fear of losing you.
I loved another woman once, who waa
not half so beautiful as you are, and
she deceived and forsook me. Why
Bhould not you do the same 1"
His voice, his words, seemed to out
like a knife to my heart. *l have al
ready said that I was little more than
an ignorant child forgive me, then, if
I sinned grievously against all prece
dents of courtship. Don't be hopeless
ly shocked that I extended my hands
to him, backed by a pair of wistful,
eyes.
"RosV I said, simply, "I would nev.
er deceive or forsake yen."
When at last he did speak, it seemed ways an ogre. No doubt he was as
good-looking as—as I am, for example,
like something which had been long
and believed. We were
sitting on a sunny hill-side—how well
remember the golden, dreamy beauty
of that Indian-summer afternoon I—
with glorious sweep of ths country at
our feet, olad in the gorgeous robes,
and draped with the lovely base of
autumn. I had gathered from the
ground two or three brilliant leaves—
the same whioh lie before me now so
brown and orisp—and, with the
co-ter
quetry inborn in woman, laid them
the rich masses of my hair.
"Are they pretty I asked, looking
up at Ross with the eyes whioh I knew
full well were like the summer sky atrun
noonday.
He smiled a little.
"Why do you ask?" he said.
"You knpw they are pretty—almost as
pretty asyou are I"
"Am I pretty asked I, quietly.
"Do you really think so? I—I should
liketobe
"Why should you like it he asked,
in torn, looking at me with a strange
intentneas in his dark eyes.
"Because I am sure it must be thedaughter
greatest gift a woman can possess," I
answered, readily. "It must be pleas
ant, I think, to know that one has the
power to win love anywhere and under
any oiroumstanoes."
"Then youare like all other women,"
he said, a little bitterly. "You long
hot for one slave but for thousand
you want beauty, not to gladden ose
man's eyes, but to give power over
many. Well"—he drew in his breath
a little quickly—"be satisfied. Yon
have it I It is yours in greater degree
than I have ever before known it be
on any one woman, if yon go
His only answer was to take me into
his arms, I think for a moment be
could scarcely speak—so deeply had
those simple words touched him. Then
—but my story has nothing to do with
thewordsof fond folly snd tender sweet
ness which were uttered out on
theSylvy's
hill-side that day. They are buried
long since—buried by the rains, and
leaves, and sobbing winds of many suc
ceeding autumns—for the seasons
whioh come and go in their appointed
course have never brought such an
hour again to all my dreary life.
The sun was setting when we took
our way homeward. Oh, in what
bright and tender colors does memory
still paint that last happy evening 1
I seem to see yet the glow of sunset
olouds brightening the whole land
and refleoted in the streams that
took their way through purple ravines
and smiling valleys. Even the win
dows of the old manor were all on fire
as if with a brilliant illumination, when
we came in sight of them. "It is in
our honor 1" Ross said, with a smile.
When he said this, we were standing
on a hill overlooking the manor from
the rear. At our feet lay the eldyour
house,,with the lazyblue smoke ascend
ing from its chimneys, and its panes
of old-fashioned glass blinking redly
in the sunset glow also in full view
were the out-houses, kitchens, and sta
bles, while farther back—out of sight
from the manor, but clearly visible to
us—was a small cabin, with an enclos
ed piece of giound attached, and a
rough piazza in front—one of those es
which used to be so com
mon on every southern plantation,
where some old servant had been
"turned out to graes" after long and
faithful service.
"That is where old Sylvy lives," said
I to ROBS. "Did you ever see old Syl
vy No Well, then, you ought to
see her, for I really believe she is
thebeautiful
only person in the world who is not
afraid of Unole Kendall. I sometimes
think, on the contrary, that he is afraid
of her—he certainly treats her with
more consideration than he treats any
body else, and, whenever he is sick, he
sends for her to nurse him. They say
that she used to be his wife's favorite
maid. Faney Unole Kendall ever hav
ing had wife I"
"And pray, why not?" asked Ross,
smiling. "Uncle Kendall was not al-
when he was young. He was married,
I know but he quarreled with hie
wife, and, since her fortune was settled
on herself, and her temper was ss high
as his own, she refused to live with
him. They separated, therefore, but
the law gave him the control of their
only ohild, whom he accordingly kept
until she gr«w into a girl, when she
ran away and joined her mother. Af
that, he never saw either of them
again."
"Aunt Kendall has told me all about
it," said I, "and 1 think she was quite
right. It I had only had anybody to
to, 1 should have rUn away long
ago. Tell me what became of ber,
Ross. Do you know
"Dead long ago, I suppose," answered
Ross, carelessly. "I never made any
particular inquiries, but 1 know that,
as long as 1 oan remember, Unole Ken
dall's wealth has beens souree of spec
ulation in the family. «Whom will he
leave it to I have heard Kendall af
ter Keudall anxiously ask—which they
would not have done, you know, if his
had been alive."
"1 suppose not," said 1. ""It would
be terrible if she wu alive though,
would it not I added, with startling
abruptness. "You would have to go
baok to China, after all, then, wouldn't
you, Ross?"
"That would depend upon oiroum*
stances," answered he, jestingly. "If
the will wis made, Kendall would be
mine, let whom would appear."
"What a different Kendall we will
make of it, will we not cried I, gay
ly. "Oh, Ross, it shall bloom like a
garden,shall it not? Are you not
happy? Do jon not feel as light
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the sir? See if you ean reaeh the bot
tom of the hill as soon as I ean."
In the overflowing lightness of my
heart I started—I was ss fleet es
deer in those days—snd ran down the
sloping hill-side, carpeted with smooth
pine-straw. Of course, 1 reached the
bottom long before Ross and, as I
paused for breath, a small black figure
darted at me from some unsuspected
quarter.
"Miss Beryl, granny says, will you
please, ma'am, come there
"Whatdoes your granny want?"
asked I, impatiently. I knew very
well that the "granny" question was
old Sy"lvy, whose cabin stood near by
and I felt little inclined for an hour's
gossip over her rheumatism and asth
ma.
"I dunno, ma'am," said the boy—
Bylvy's grandchild and factotum—"but
she sent me to de big house fur you,
and when she heard you was out in de
woods, she tole me to keep wateh till
you come, and tell yon she wanted
pa'tio'Iar to see you."
"Pshaw!" said I pettishly. «Well,
tell her I will be there in a minute."
As the boy ran off, I stopped to ex
plain to Ross why I could not accom
pany him to the house. "Old Sylvy
wants to tell me about the dreadful
'misery' in her baok, and how she can't
sleep ol nights, but has to sit by the
fire and smoke/' I said with grimace.
"I'll oome as soon as I can good-by."
"Suppose I go in and offer her a ci
gar to let you offduty he said laugh
ing.
But I declined his offer, and so we
parted, he goyig on to the bouse with
his easy, swinging tread, whistling as
he went while I ran up the steps of old
piaura, and tried to open the
door. To my surprise, it was fasten
ed.
"Sylvy! Sylvy I" said I, rattling it
impatiently. "Let me in—it is 11"
After a minute, I heard a fumbling
at the latch, then the door opened slow
ly, and Sylvy's face—nothing more—
appeared.
"Is that you, Miss Beryl?" she ask
ed peering cautiously out
"Of course it's me I" answered I, too
impatient to consider grammar. "Who
else should it be
"I ax your pardon for keepin' you
waitin', ma'am," she said, opening the
door with her usual courtesy—for Syl
vy was a negro of the old school, and
often boasted that shehad been "taught
manners by her ole missis"—"but a'
body can't be too pa'tio'Iar when
they've got reason for wantin' no tat
tlers about. Walk in, ma'am. I hope
health's pretty well this even
ing?"
"Oh, I am always well," said I, with
the boastful superiority of youth.
"How is your rheumatism
"About as usual, thank you, ma'am,"
she answered, in a tone which shows
that an answer is absently given.
This in itself surprised me, for Sylvy
was always only too ready to talk of
her ailments but when I saw her
carefully bolt the door again, I at once
inquired what was the matter. "Why
do you shut up your house so closely
this beautiful evening I asked. "It
is horribly warm 1" Which was not
surprising, since a large fire was burn
ing in theaeapacious chimney.
"There's some isn't warm, if it ts a
evening, Miss Beryl 1" said
she, solemnly and mysteriously. Then
she pointed to the corner where her
bed stood, generally covered with a
quilt of bright and wonderful devicei
but now occupied, as a glance showed
me, by a motionless and recumbent
figure. "There's one as will never be
wsrm agin in this world," said she,
tremblingly. "You oan go and look
at her, Mis Beryl. How she ever got
here, and she so fur gone, the Lord
only knows I"
"What are you talking about ask
ed I. "Who is it? Why didn't you
send for Aunt Kendall if anybody is
siok
"Send fur Miss Kendall,!" repeated
Sylvy, contemptuously. "What I
gwioe send fur her fur She's so
afeard of ole master, she dasen't say
her soul's her own. 11 he'd a bin
atward
home, I'd a sent for nobody!" pursued
she, defiantly. "I'd a gone as straight
to him as my old feet could oarry me.
But he ain't here, and I'm only an ole
nigirer, so I thought maybe you'd
know best, Miss Beryl, what's to be
done."
"I have not an idea what you are
talking about!". eried I, bewildered.
"What is the matter? Of course,
if anybody is very ill, you ought to
send for the doctor."
"It's too late for doctors to do anyand
good to for," said she, shaking her
head. "Come and look at her yourself,
Miss Beryl! You ain't much of a one
to judge, but you oan tell death when
you see it, I reckon."
I had no time to resent the slight
thus east upon my powers of judg
ment,forshe drew me toward the bed,
and, in the red light of the fire, I saw
a sight whieh shooked and .thrilled me.
A woman, with a face of ghastly white
ness, lay under heavy mass of quilts
and shawls, breathing so faintly that
it was difficult to tell at first whether
or not she breathed at all, and with
every line of her sunken face proclaim
ing, even to my inexperienced eyes,
that Death was indeed laying his ioy
fingers on the feeble pulse, and saying
to the heart, with that power whioh
no mortal skill can gainsay, "Be still 1"
"Who is she?" said I, turning to
dying I
"Good Heavens, the woman if
Who is she?"
"She's Mass Kendall's owndaughter,
Miss Beryl," answered the old woman,
solemnly. "She's your own flesh and
blood, ma'am, an' she hasn't sny better
place to lay her head than the cabin of
an ole-nigger like me!"
"Man Kendall'* own daughter 1"
That was sll I heard. The rest of the
speech—full of sorrowful indignation
though it was—passed like the sounds
in a dream.
"Why it was not an hour ago we
spoke of her I cried out, stunned by
the coincidence ss such coincidences do
stun "and Ross said that she was
dead!"
"i knowed she wasn't dead," said
Sylvy, grimly, "an* ole master knowed
it, too. Many's the letter he's had
from her, bnt he never tole nobody
about 'em but me. 'I've bad another
letter from your chile,' he'd say to me,
sneekin'-like. 'She's anxious to be
took back, now that she's run through
all her mother's fortune but I swore,
when she lef, she should never have a
dollar of mine—an' she never shall.'
He's a hard one, is ole master bat I've
ap an' tolo bim 'fore to-day what
think of him. He druv' my poor mis
sis' into leavin' him, an' then he might
'a1 knowed that the chile was gain' to
follow ber mother. I tried to keep her
from it, poor Iamb! but she would go,
an cle Sylvy aiot the one to blame
her. I nursed her in these arms!"
said the faithful creature, sitting down
and sobbing in her apron. "I was the
first one that took her after she come
into this world of trouble, an' now—O
Lord, Lord! to think that she's oome
back to ole Sylvy to die
I said nothing. What could I say
A great horror seemed to come over
and benumb me. I sat down on a
chest near by, and stared, first at the
dying woman, and then at her sobbing
nurse.
"When did she come?" I asked
presently, in an awe-stricken whisper.
"Not more'n three hours ago," Sylvy
answered. "I was a-sittin' in my door,
knittin', an' thinkin' no more of seein'
ber than of seein' the dead, when she
come a-toilin' up the hill, an' stood
afore me like a ghost. 'Mammy,' she
says, 'don't you know me I'm your
chile.' Then, when I folshed her in
an' made her lie down—fur she* was
white as a sheet—she tole me how she
was a widow, an' how she had bin so
siek shewas afraid she would diean' leave
her chile with nobody to purtect him—
you see, he's her youngest, an' all she's
got lef—so she thonght she'd oome to
her father an' see if he wouldn't prom
ise to befriend the boy after she was
gone. But, though she oome, she was
afraid to go up to the house, for fear
he'd shot the door in her face, as he
said he would so she come to ask me
what she better do, an', while she was
a-talkin', she began.to spit blood, an' it
went on wuss an' wuss, till it lef her
right where you see her now."
"And what are you going to
aBked I after another pause, and in an
other awe-stricken whisper.
"That's what I don't know," she
answered, shaking her head. "If mas
ter was here, I'd go straight to him
but he aint, you know, an' it's not
worth while to go to ole Mis' Kendall.
But I thought as how you—who's goin'
to have every thing, they say—might
take it upon yourself to have your own
cousin carried to die in the house where
she was born."
"But I am not going to have every
thing!" I said, indignantly "and I
have no more right to give an order at
Kendall than you have. In fact, Un
cle Kendall would let you do it, before
he would let me I"
"An' is everybody to say that my
mistis's chile died in a nigger's cabin
demanded she, vehemently.
do?'!
Now it must be premised that, un
der ordinary circumstances, Sylvy
would as soon thought of calling her
self a cannibal as a "nigger but at
present she had thrust herself so en
tirely aside—her whole thoughts were
so full of the wrongs of her dying
"chile"—that she did not hesitate to
use even this opprobrious term to ex
press her sense of these wrongs more
strongly.
"I—I don't know," said "It is
terrible—but what ean I do If there
was only somebody to take the
responsibility-—" Then I stopped, and
gave a little cry. "There-is Ross 1" I
said. "I might ask him, He would
know what to do, and he would not be
afraid of Unole Kendall either. Why
did I not think of that before I will
go for Ross 1"
I rose impulsively and started to
the door, but as I reached it a low
cry from Sylvy made me stop short.
She had risen, and bent over the bed.
"0 Miss Beryl," she eried, with a
wail, "it's too late—too late! My child
is dead!"
(CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.)
Sylvy, who stood by wiping her eyes. would take them who reads the papers,
—The St, Louis Democrat thinks
that beyond all doubt the largest and
best crop of winter wheat ever harvest
ed in the Mississippi valley is now be
ing seoured. The prospects of the
spring wheat are also unusually good,
the Democrat figures up a total
yield of 300,000,000 bushels, in place
of 230,000,000 bushels last year.
ai aa s»
—The earnings of the Central Pa
oifio Railroad for the last month are
said to be the largest since the comple
tion of the road, aggregating more than
$1,250,000 and yet any allusion to a
reduction of freights and fares makes
the oompany unhappy.
em
—There seems to be a large quantity
of those spurious twenty dollar gold
pieces, with whioh Neal McNeal and
Peter Weier have been fooled, floating
around the community, and there is un
doubtedly a nest of counterfeiters some
where near. But the coins are very
easily deteoted. Not only are they
one-half the usual weight, but they are
minus the usual date and motto. Noth
ing but their shiny exterior could de
ceive a person, and no person even then