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'iAUE R." MORRIS, PuWisher and ftpprietor. ' ; , ' 1 ' PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY MORNING. ; ; ; . "
fefOLIJME COUNTY; OHIO, JUNE 27, 1855. ; ; i ;-
"'' " And now. mv TTattia. von have heard I HITDIIWH A DT nnirPD , I carnival time; bat 6d1v tolerated tW bf ;
JBu gentlel for you little know,
; How many tnals rise; - . -Although
to thee they may be small,'
' .To her of giant size. , A : , , .
' 3e gentle ! though perchance tb at lip
! May Bpeak "a murmuring tone,
The heart may beat with kindness yet,
And joy to be thine own.
Be gentle !. weary hours of pain , 1 .
Tis woman's lot to bear; , . .
Then yield her what support thou canst.
"And all her Borrows share. : ' ' '.
I Be gentle for the noblest hearts ?:
, ai iijuuoa luajr uavo dujuo iioa, . .
And even in a pettish word, " '
::v-.-t May seek to find relief. " '
Be gentle J for unkindness now ; i ,
V" f'That all the after years of life . J.';
fj.7-"?i In vain inay strive to calm. "
' ft Be gentle t-none are perfect v , u.
""".Thou'rt dearer far than life, .. .
-. "Then, husband, bear and still forbear
Be gentle to thy wife. "" " - -
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" JTow 'tell me all about Weldon.'7 "!
anvso- anxione t6 hear 'the whole story,
-and-ifs snch a nice evening for this, too.
It'iff jo great'a luxury to be all alone with
yott, that the ram sounds .'really musical,
t as it drops "against the panes." - She had
trashed & lb ottoman 'to : his feet, lifted
-hef sweet (ac&et in its frame work 6f
' cbrown," soft hair, to her brother's."?- ??r
tVSo you have at last caught; me," and
; ' intend turning my confessor do ydu, lit
tlff ais?" Bmilingly responded the young
'-clergyman as he; turned his eyes from the
- anthracite ' blaze, where ' they had been
dreamily fastened for ' the last half hour,
,' and a beautiful, almost dreafny tenderness,
deemed "to drift into them - as "they rested
rpnhis "sister,- :u !f- ;--?? T
fv Yjis'To think ypuWreally engaged,
i ionert sayj if they knew it,; particularly the
4 T VlUUUt' Ml f uay Tf VU1U JVU1 feVV ywi MtW,
7 ooin'g'er of them? v I am somiCsthat appce-
. "hensive their daily bequests of boquets and
v"-. - ,- : ! r-
' ;fruits "would b6 sensibly diminished. " ' But
ab'out the lady is she beautiful Weldbn?
; 'A- woman's first query!" and again
Ihat irich smile went like sunhght brer the
': ' .;!graTe but handsome features of the young
-pastor. , "1 am noi certain, came, wnew
ser air artist would think her so.' ' ' Her fea
5 Htures'are ;nbt entirely regular, and er
I Cheeks 'are . less rosy than -your own, but
v the emotions of her' deep,, gentle, loving
: nature, ' look out -of her dark blue eyes,
,-and there is a feweet heart chirdgraphy in
v1he smiles that 'sbarkle at times over her
i-. Vmall and rather pensive 'mouth. "
: 7You 'aVe drawing a'charming1 Raphael
picture, "brother ;:mincV'- She is young,' of
. course?"
. 'JVM Scarcely twenty-one.'"; '"""f'.
; "And no, I need not ask if her. mind
; Is vteM cultivated, for I know'; ybnr ; opin
.' f ions respecting woman too well to doubt
V''.r'Bui;ter8he intellectual in short, a
V loofcwormT", ;: , " 7 ' : C: .. .
. -;. r-'-jiivfeDj '' something of one Th? formic
' -f fibno'f her head indicates a superior men?
, iat trganizationj but all the "faculties are
-. well balanced" j:
v " Ahor-'let me' see-irshe wealthy?"
- "Only In the posiession 9f those great
- jewels which are above all price."
- J "I never s&w but one meml
1 member of it, and
M was a oeggar,-. t
" Weldon ! " clhe little fingers that had
. peen piayiuiiy z Draicung memseiyes .wuu
' those 1 , of Jthe young man's" were suddenly
.' withdrawn, the quick blood rushed into the
; ; C Quesjiojier's .cheeks,?and a lbok of mingled
" '' asWnlshment and. displeasure filled, her
. Drown eyes as buj? rpaimessiji cjutiuatcu,
Weldon you are; not in earnest?" , '
" ."lYesl ain,'Hattie.' You know I would
not lest on such a subiect." , , . .
"ulyou'ioV. 8UT-
- risei VAndr-and--5-V,.The little red lips
trembled moment' and ? then . the tears
. primmed over the. brbwhslashes, and jouT'
p-j'And troubled. you too Hattie?' inter
: ' ''- jogated thb young man, as he leaned, for,'
. :fv Trar and, caressingly smoothed, down .the
soirowful,-darling, as: though some great
'..""-evil had. chanced me;but listen to. what
. . ahalL-tell youT. and .then :see ?if . your own
gf txue land-noble heart unbiased ' by social
: - '..r' distinctiona and "prejudices, does not coin
- v ineftd my" elections .Will youldo'this, Hat
';-"- tie; if JBQt for; my saker-foriHis Iwho said
' -that,thri)oor nd Lthe: xichi.were : rich in
- - weet Hattie Marshall I Her one great
. ' " foible 5 washerpride for ..her- handsome,
-.v " nobte-hearted brother: it : was . hardly--
L v weakness, fofc he was' all that God had h?ft
'. tO:her: of the .-household over f whom- the
X:'''--?'pdnti daisies bad long spread their gold
eabtoverinsr; land I fori a- moment, she had
v loojdd with the world's eye upon bis be
trothal tb.'the sister of a-mendicant." But
hei'Jbr other'i srorda had silenced the pnde-
'ichispers in her heart, for Hattie Marsha
. . htuL learned M bin who ;was meek and
ji'-;;'i -lowly in spirit, . : '. , ; "
give nie if .1 have done wrong," she whis
pered, drawing up closer to .her brother,
and laying her head in its old resting place
against hi3 heart; . for very tenderly did
brother and sister love each other. .
. Weldon Marshall drew his arm around
his sister's waist, and when the wind moaned
around, the windows, and the anthracite
fire mingled its ruddy glow with the silver
astral light, and filled the parsonage sit
ting room with a dreamy crimson light, he
told a story of the past, and his eyes grew
darker, and his low earnest tones full of
pathetic eloquence as he told it :
.;."Itis eight years next month, Hattie,
and I was in. New. York, engaged in my
collegiate studies. You see it was three
years after our mother's death, and you
were at that time with uncle Harvard, at
tending school.
" It was a cold, wild, disagreeable night,
and I remember standing at the window
of my snug sanctum, and looking out rue
fully into the darkness, for I had made an
engagement to meet several of my fellow
students that evening iu a distant portion
of thecity. r v. - :
' 'Dear me! how the wind blows!' I so
liloquized, with a very feminine shrug of
the. shoulders, as I drew the curtains clos
er... . 'I've half a mind to throw myself on
the lounge, . which looks so provokingly
comfortable this evening, and not attempt
an encounter with the elements. . . It's ab
surd to think they'll expect liie such a
night as this. In short, I won't tempt an
influenza by showing my face outside the
door,', was the conclusion of my mono-
ogue. .,. . ,-.,".. -:.
I remember that I wheeled up the sofa
in a comfortable, proximity with the fire;
ocated the lamp so that its rays fell softly
upon the volume I intended to commune
with, and that J had. settled myself for a
ong, quiet winter's evening.-
v But it would not do. ,.My.eyes wan
dered listless along, the pages; they could
not engage my attention. A strange, un
accountable feeling i of restlessness and
anxiety seemed to possess me. ..At last I
-resolutely .closed the book, and a few min
utes later I was in Broadway, mentallv
censuring.my folly in. yielding to a feeling
could not resist. .
" Ah, me ! looking back through the
eight years that lie between that .dreary
night and the present,, how clearly can I
discover ihe great father's love in it all!
What is it you want, little boy?' I
see him how just as though I had seen him
this morning, and the light from the tall
window is falling on . him just as it fell
then, revealing his ragged dress, and pale,
pinched features, and the cold rain is drip
ping off his thick brown curls, just as it
did then. "It k a strange, mournful pic
turethe dark night, in the back ground,
and the little ragged boy, and the brilliant
lights, .and the'great store, with all sorts
of rare, confections in front. " JTo wonder
it touched my heart. The boy started as
laid ,my hand gentnr on his shoulder,
and looked up 'with his wild, eager bright
eyes into my face. ' .' . , ' -
Oh, sir!', he said, , after a moment's
earnest ' perusal of my features. . , 'I was
thinking if I only could carry one of those
cakes , to' Ellen: 5he is very sick, and-
(the little fellow's lips quivered,) we havn't
uau tuiy ming 10 eai lor iwoaays. -,
' I did not speak another-word; but I
caught hold of the child, and 'pulled him
after, me into the store. . . ' ' y V"
'Handme down a plate of those cakes
I cried, to the astonished clerk he turned
with more, than ordinary alacrity to fulfill
my request. I drew the boy. into a small
sitting room at one end of the establish
ment. i ovt eat these as fast as you can,
and then tell me who Ellen is.';,
His hungry look, the strange avidity
with Which he grasped, the food, almost
wrung tears from my eyes. . '; ... A
" 'lillen is", my sister my only sister
since the baby died. ' We are all alone
how. Last, month, just after, they buried
mother,' she grew siek.' I s'pose it' was
because she cried so much"; and she's been
growing worse all the time
'And there is nobody to take care of
her now hiit. mn mv lifflA follntr?' '
'Nobody but me- the money mother
left is all gone, you see, sir, and though I
sometimes earn a sixpence by selling pa
pers or cleaning sidewalks, I couldn't leave
iNellyCbr the -last week, she grieved so
much worse. f O, sir.-how good these taste!
can't thank you but I want to.' "; ;
"'KBvLi mayn't l!take the rest home to
Nelly? SEe'll be frightened,; I'm gone so
long.1 t O, sir, if 'you'd on go with me. '
Ill come and see you and aNeiiy to-
morrbw, I 'saidiyif you'li: tell ' me where
ybu livand how while ybnare eating
the remainder of your cakes, 111 get some
thing'that Nelly. will Ukdbe'tter,' Jv.
-'(I procured a basket which I . saw well
stocked with a variety of jruits ana con
fections most likely to tempt' the appetite
of , an invalid, and adding to these all the
money I had with me, -1 returned to the
child. . r ' !-
- ". Go home . to Nelly, with these as fast
ar you eanAI saibLnd tell her that I will
come, to see her tb-morrow morning. , Now
be a, man, my little t boy; and take good
care of sister: Ellen till then.'
!; And are these for her?" said the child,
as his large, wandering eyes roamed over
the basket - 'And she has been moaning
inher Bleep ' after an orange for a whole
week. ' . O; sir: we will pray God to bless
vou for all this; and; He will," for mother
lasting remembrance who forget not the
widow and the orphan;' and tears of min
gled gratitude and delight were showering
fast down the little fellow's face as we
parted. '
" The next morning, Hattie, I received
that letter which summoned me to my
dying father's bedside. I had, of course,
no time to fulfill my engagement with the
little orphans, in whom I had become so
greatly interested; indeed, the mournful
circumstances which drew me once more
to the home of my childhood banished
them from my. mind. '.
"If you will look down
to that time,
my little sister, you
will remember that
April was weaving her green carpet over
the meadows before we parted, and I re
turned to the city to complete my studies,
and then to enter that "service in which,
before my father's dying bed I had sol
emnly pledged myself to spend all the life
that God should grant me.
'v " I had forgotten the name of the boy's
residence, but I know that I made several
attempts to discover it after my return to
the city, all of which : proved ineffectual.
"It was the sunset of a bright day in
the early May-time, and even the great
city looked fairer for the sunshine that
plated the housetops with gold, and swept
the golden flakes and dimples along the
pavements up which I was passing with
some fellow students to supper.
" 'Now, Marshall, remember to call for
us in time, for the lecture commences at
seven, and it will certainly be crowded,'
called out one of my companions, as we
reached a corner where our paths diverged.
' " I bowed my assent and adieu, and was
hurrying forward, when my coat was sud
denly grasped, and, an eager but timid
voice said, .'Please, sir, is your name Mar,
shall?' . ? : - y y---
I turned and looked at the speaker;
it was a little girl, apparently about ten
years of age; her long curls falling in a
bright, tangled mass about her small, sor
rowful looking face, while her large blue
eyes were fastened, with a kind of panting
eagerness, upon my own.
. ".,'Yes, that is my name. And what
do you want with me, my little girl?' "I
queried, greatly surprised at this singular
encounter, w. ..-.
'Oh, sir, do you remember a little boy
whom you - met one evening last winter,
who told you he had a sister Nelly, and '
the mystery was at once cleared up.
' x es, I remember it all, I interrupted.
'And you are Nelly, I suppose?' and I
surveyed the child with enhanced interest.
Her ragged garments, her pale, mournful
face, bore a very legible history of sharp
poverty and bitter suffering. - :
Oh, I am so glad, sir!' and the light
that broke into the little careworn face was
beautiful to behold. 1 'I was almost sure it
must be you when the gentleman called
your name, and you looked just as Willy
said you did. . Oh, sir, I have watched for
you 0 many days I had almost given up
hoping.' - . 'v ' -' ' ; ;
'V 'Poor child ! I have been out of town,
or 1 , would have come to you as I prom
ised. But where is Willy? and what do
you want of me?' was well nigh ashamed
after the latter question, . her poverty an
sweredit plainly. " v ' ;
" Oh, sir, "Willy is sick, very sick: and
his face looks' so white lately, I fear he is
going home to mother sometimes. You
see I got better after you sent me the or
anges, and Willy bought ; me some medi
cine with the money you gave us, and we
paid the rent for three months, so the wo
man let us stav there But one day about
a month ago, Willy was out all day in the
cold rain selling papers, and he's been
gettfng worse, and he's altered so now you'd
hardly know him. ' But he's wanted to see
you so badly that he talks about it all the
time in his sleep, and for the last two or
three days he has .been so wild about it
that I have been out looking for you all
day, and I couldn't bear to' go home at
night, for Willy would spring up in the bed
and cry . out so loud, " Nelly, " have you
seen him??' and when I shook my head he
would lie down with such ; a." look that I
would go off ' in the corner and cry all
alone, it made my heart ache so to see it.
But now Willy will be so glad! Oh, please,
won't you go and see him?' ' ' J" '
" 'I see, Hattie,' that your eyes are grow
ing moist . witn tears; and ' u you could
have heard the simple touching, pathos
with' Which the fair child told her sad sto
ry, you; would have" answered'' as', I did,
'Yes, Nelly, I will go no.' ; 7; '
: " 'Willy, Willy, I've brought him. The
little hand which had guided me so care
fully. up,the dilapidated : stairs was with
drawn as the little; girl broke into that old
attic , ; chamber,-, her eager; joyous tones
making the bare walls . ring again 'I're
brought runi, 'I've brought him.' ,
sfTne .dying daylight loosed with a
sweet, solemn smile into the room, whose
entire destitution one glance revealed to
me. I had not time ' for . another, for a
child's head. was lifted from a miserable
matress in one corner. I came forward, a
pair of attenuated arms were' stretched
out, and. those large burning eyes were
fastened a moment on my face as though
life, or death rested upon their testimony.
- Yes. yes, I knew you would come at
lastj' and the little cold arms were wrapped
aroHndmy neck. -'Ohr-' have watched
and prayed, and hoped ko-long, and ' it
seemed as if ybu never; would 'tjome,' but
I knew yon would to-day,"-for' last night
with the flowers woven all around her
head, and a white robe flowing down to
her feet, and she smiled so sweetly and
said : 'My little Willy, he will come to
you to-morrow; and his coming will be a
signal, for then I too shall come to you.'
"My tears were falling fast on the boy's
brown curls, but a sharp pang reached my
heart as he spoke these words.
" 'No, no, Willy, you were only dream
ing,' I said, as I lifted up my head and
looked at him anxiously. , One glance at
the rigid face told me enough the moth
er had come for her child. -
" 'Bend down, quick,' murmured the
boy'a white lips. 'Nelly will be alone when
leave her; for there's nobody to take
care of her. vou see. and I want to cive
her to you. Yon are so kind and good,
I know you will take good care of her and
not let her suffer; and mamma and I will
00k down, from our home in heaven and
bless you for it all, and maybe we shall
come, some time to take vou to us. You
will promise me this, -won't you? quick,
for I can't sec you.' and his glazing eyes
wandered over mv face
Yes, Willy, I promise it to God, to
your mother in heaven, and to you,' I an
swered solemnly.
Nelly, you have heard what he said
he will take "care of you. : Kiss me once
more, little sister. There, there, mother
has come for me! Goodby 1 ' The little
cold fingers sought for our hands, and
drew them together a smile wandered
over the rigid face, and the last light of
that May-day looked into that bare attic,
where the beautiful clay was lying on the
cold matress. .
'Oh, sir, is he dead?' asked the little
girl, with her large, pathetic eyes, wander
ing from the dead face to my own.
My looks answered her, for my lips
could not. - .- .-.v .
'Willy, Willy, come back, come back
to me!' she cried out in a voice whoso ex
ceeding anguish will haunt - my memory,
will haunt my heart till it has grown cold
as the one that then lay .beneath me, and
little Ellen Evans lay senseless as her
brother in my arms.
" 1 wo days later, in a pleasant part of
the cemetery, the May violets were turned
aside, and a child's coffin laid beneath
For nine spring tides have, laid their
crimson mantles over his bright head, and
the shadow of a marble monument has
fallen ' softly, over them. . Upon this is
sculptured a beautiful child, and an angel
with outspread wings is bending over him
and pointing upward. Underneath is gra
ven, 'his mother came for him at twilight'
" It was with me a subject of much per
plexity where .to place the lovely child,
whom I always felt that Providence had
especially confided to my care. I was all
she had on earth to love; and as time
brought its soothing balm to her heart
the whole affection of her deep, warm na
ture, was poured on sme; and even then,
with the exception of yourself, she 'lay
closer within the foldings of my heart.
For a little while I placed her in the
country among simple people, whose curl
osity would be readily appeased; for I was
exceedingly desirous that the world should
never become cognizant of the part I had
borne in her life, history. I read well her
sensitive nature, and I knew there might
come a time in her later life when it would
cause her much annoyance and mortifica
tion if the world knew our secret. ;-
. "For this reason, sweetest and dearest
01 sisters, 1 did not communicate to you
till I had obtained her . permission, which
I sought m my last interview with her.
could, of course, have received this at any
time I had chosen to seek it, but I thought
it would be unfair to obtain her consent to
this matter before her matured judgment
had ratified it.. . , ; v
. " After much deliberation, I resolved to
confide Ellen's history to Mrs. Whittlesey,
tne laay, with whom 1 boarded, and in
whom I placed entire confidence.
'?(' She listened with intense interest, and
her womanly sympathies were at once en
listed m behalf of my protege. . Besides
this,, she was a widow and childless;, and
though by no means, wealthy, her circum
stances were such that she could surround
Ellen. with everything necessary to her
well being and happiness.
She proposed to ' adopt her in the
place of the children God had taken from
her; -.and to this proposition I joyfully. as
sented, for there the religious,; social, and
home atmosphere , would ; be . all that
wished to be about my Ellen. a , u
A "I was anxious, too, that she should no
longer be dependent upon me, for I thought
even a time might come when I should
ask her a question, whose answer I would
in no wise have regulated by her gratitude
for the past.
" You have often; little sister, heard me
speak of Ellen Evans, Mrs.' Whittlesey's
adopted daughter; but you little dreamed
that I had such a personal interest in al
that pertained to her
' " Her character and person hayedeve
rtned 'with more than all
which her childhood promised! 1 V-sister
thajfc I shall bring you, ' Hattie, is an ele
gant, accomplished, talented woman:- and
more than an inat ana ine young cler
gyman's eyes grew lustrous with the almost
holy light tnat oeamea out from their dart
ness "my Jiiien has ' the ornament of
meek and quiet spirit, which is above, a
.1 '.i
her history, will you not welcome her to
your heart?
' "I guessed well the pang which the
knowledge of my engagement would give
you; for as brother and sister have seldom
loved, do we. love each other, and I know
it must seem like bringing another to take
your place. " But my Ellen is very gentle,
and she will never come between, us. She
knows, too, the story of otir'; orphafied
youth, and of our affectionfor each other;
and even now her heart goes out with
great love after you. 'Tell her all,', she
said to me in that last interview, 'and tell
her that without her consent I dare not
become your wife.' When I return to her
questioning eyes, asking me if I have ob
tained it, may I tell her that you are ready
to love, to welcome her to bur home?" i
And Hattie Marshall lifted her brown,
tearful eyes to her. brother's face, and an
swered, "Tell her, Weldon,' that my heart
is waiting -to welcome her to a vacant
place and it is the one hy 'your side.
Horace Greeley in Pans. rJ . ,
The London correspondent of the Sun
day Courier has been to Paris, and writes
home thus of Mr. Greeley: '
"Mr. Greely'3 presence m Paris is an
inexhaustible fund of romance. He as
tounded the inmates of the hotel an his ar
rival, by throwing off his coat, putting a
arge green board over his head, and work
ing away at an account of his travel, for
the. Tribune. Scarcely had the agitation
at the Tuilleries subsided when he threw
lie "Flower Market" into the wildest ex
citement. ? It appears that Mr. 'Greeley
appeared at the market at an unusual ear-
hour. " The pert, sprightly flower girls
were only just landing their sweet merchan-
ise and unbundling their baskets, and the
old woman who carry on this'poetic trade
were all talking together with great volu
bility, while the daughters Vere arranging
their fruits and flowers. The market was
almost empty- here and there a manager
of a restaurant slyly looking out for some
choice vegetable, and grinning politely to
the young ladies of the market. . But the
bustle of the day had not arrived, and
quiet prevailed, when all of a sudden, if the
story in the 'Siecle' is not colored, it roll
ea ana inmoiea a man wnose appearance
threw all the men and woman in the mar
jtet in amazement. "Mn voiia ungrogii-
arrf" said ' one.- - MQuet droit de- corps."
said the other "dla carotte dhomnut
fell in the next; so every one had his say,
while all looked after him . with , perfect
wonder. But he, unaware of this, sturdi
!y fumbled on until he came face to face
with" a singularly sharp potatoe, which fac
mated his atention and led him to inquire
about it of the old lady Who occupied the
stall. .. . :. ' : ; '.' "- v ';.
"At this moment the excitement which
was intense as he entered the. market, and
which' grew intenser the longer he lingered
there, had risen to a dangerous, pitch.
But Mr. . Greeley, little dreaming or caring
for the storm, related to the French lady
how, on his last trip through Iowa, he had
met a potato of exactly the same . shapo,
and how his conviction was that the seeds
in Iowa were sown by "a French emigrant
who had brought them, very likely, from
the same stalk. While Mr. Greeley , was
speaking, the old lady waxed indignant,
and conceiving from the pleasantnass of
his countenance that he was making to her
some proposal of a doubtful character," in
formed him' that her husband would - be
there in five minutes and dispose of him.
Scarcely had . he spoken when the hus
band came up and asked Mr. Greeley what
he would buy. ,Mr. Greeley not under
standing ; the question,; and." thinking he
asked him his name, .answered 'Greeley.'
Upon which the man turned round convul
sed with laughter to his wife, and after in
forming her of her mistake, said he must be
some eccentric. Englishman, as he . asked
for "grey milk," Greeley being , taken by
the French gardner for "gris lait? . And
as it went the round that that droll man
wanted to buy "grey milk" the hilarity be
came uproarious, and Mr,. Greeley left the
market full of pleasantness. Indeed, he
is already well known, and a favorite with
every one,'
Taste fob Readwg.; Sir John Her-
schel has declared that "if he were to pray
for a taste which should stand him in stead
under every variety of circumstances, and
be a source of happiness and cheerfulness
to him through life, and a shield against
all ills, - however things might ' go amiss,
and the world frown upon him, it would
be a taste for reading." Give a man,' he
affirms,, that taste, and the means of grati
fying it, and you cannot- fail; of, making
him good and happy for you bring ; him
in contact with the best society in all ages,
with the tenderest, the .bravest, and , the
purest, men who have adorned humanity,
making him a denizen of all - nations, a
cotemporary of all times, and giving him
practical proof that the ; world , has been
created for him, for bis solace, and for his
enjoyment. -London; Timet.)
; KTThe editor of the Elmira (N. Y )
Republican, , has found . out . . where the
Know Nothings assemble!. . .It js in a cave
close by the town, the entrance to which
is a hble just large enough to . admit one
man at a time: The last one in takes the
hble along with him, and us .theyj.dcfy
aeiecnon,-. - ,; .v, , ,,: ? ,w -f.
- Miraculous Cure1 The
bad debt. ' 'Hl
of a
' BY THE OLD.''Cf. , " !";'!
Jack Carysport was engaged , to Miss
Melinda Winkle, the only daughter of a
retired merchant, when she was a child,
and started ' for Paris, where he was to
study medicine for four, years; at the.ex
piration of which time, .1 Miss Winkle
would be nineteen, and ready " to assume
the duties of a matron. " "There was no
necessity for Jack's studying medicine, as
he had ample fortune, but old Winkle in- ;
sisted. that he ought to have a profession.
rom time to time he heard from and of
Melinda, and learned that she was. grow
ing up very beautiful, and so changed that
he wouldn't know her.- - - - .
' His studies completed, Jack hastened
home, and no sooner arrived, in. Boston,
than he went in search of Tom :. Winkle,
to learn how his sister was old Winkle
Ived on a fancy farm about forty miles
from Boston. Tom told him that his sis
ter had grown up, handsome and attrac
tive that she had received a first rate
education, and was witty and accomplish
ed; but " that, she had been infected with
the .Bloomer mania, and nothing could
cure hef . of, her ridiculous determination
to wear pantaloons, and adopt the habits
of the ruder sex. He said that his fath
er had. remonstrated in vain,. ; and that
nothing could cure her. folly. . ?
Now Jack abhorred an unsexed woman;
and in spite of his solemn engagement to
marry Melinda, he -resolved, if he failed
to convert' the young lady ,'tp his ideas of
propriety by a; system -of ? tactics he had
rapidly conceived, he. would -abandon her
to some less fastidious -. suitor Having
imparted this project, to. Tom, he started
by railroad for Winkle ; Lodged -and in a
couple of hours - was" shaken warmly by
the hand by Mr. Winkle. The . bid gen
tleman prepared him -, for .a great change
in his daughter,- and hoped he would not!
be too much shocked at her costume' ' So
much promised, he ' introduced the lover
to the presence of his lady and her cousin
Maria, a very, pretty girV, staying with her
to keep her company. - -- - ; ' i
Melinda wore ' a jaunty ' black velvet
riding cap beneath which herhair appear
ed, cropped short, . like a man's;, a frock
coat buttoned up to the throat: a pair
of faultlessly-fitting pantaloons,' and" little
high-heeled boots. If; she had been- a
vaudeville . actress, Jack would have been
delighted but he was very sorry to see a
lady so "intimately associated with his
happiness, .in this equipment. ; She, how
ever, .was evidently proud of . the indepen
dence she exhibited. ':'-:-X -W'-.
Jack kissed her; but he " kissed her.
cousin, too, not; entirely to, tne satisiac-
tion of the Bloomer. 7 n
" I was just going out to shoot wood
cocks 1" said Melinda: "there's my'gun
id"the corner.' "': ' ' ' " i.--' '
"Do you ride as well as shoot l'i asked
Jack. -', - - -' . . ' .'-1.-.-
Do I ride !" exclaimed Melindal' "I
don't do anything else! "I've just been
putting my .horse up, to. stone, walls;, hell
make a .capital fencer." V;
'Of course you discard the side-Bad-
die?" - -t ; . - ; '.'- '
Not so bad as that,",, replied "the
Bloomer slightly blushing. .; ' y :-': v ;-; ,
I'm going to see my grapes, Jack,"
said old Winkle; " so you must take care
pf the ladies.'.' V ,T "",.-. -V-i' ':'
"Dear girl," said Jack, addressing
Maria, When Winkle had retired, "though
F humored MrWinkle's joke,; when he
introduced ; me ; still, thfe mbmenV I saw
you... "I; knew that you .were none other
than' my Melinda you are ; just what I
have painted ybu )n my dreams I,'!;; 'C' :!l
: And l who- do you .'take me for, then
you blockhead?' asked Mehnda. ;
"'"For just twhat- ypu, are, v my boy !"
cried Jack, slapping; her on the back
" honest Tom Winkle ! Handsome enough
for a girV' to ' be" Bure, but altogether too
rough for 'one.l',"; : j. ;v. Z-'.
"But I assure you, Mr, Carysportr'
said Marian -;:'f :'
"Don't assure me that yon are not your
own sweet self," said Jack, tenderly;' "but
tell me all about, your life here? 'What a
charming retired place I How abundant is
the country in resources for the. gratifica
tion of true' feminine ' tastes ! With its
birds and flowprs for admiration, and "cul--
ture; its pleasant ; walks," its.cehery? for
the pencil; Andithen1:bQoks7imn"sic,;-.and
household work -' for .in-door employment
on rainy days and evenings. Suchdoubt-
lace VTnv -1aoi fM?n(1n. han fraiiiiT it.' "
" But let me tell you, Mr. Uarysport-?'
interrupted the real Meli nda: '-A ; ;--; "
" Be quictj Tom ! " 'cried J ack,' impa
tiently. "Do be -off with - your gun or
go ' into the stable von we're "always a
troublesome boy.' ' You must know I have
a world of things to -say to your sister."
'. v-"I shall stay where I am 1" said Melin
da.' throwing - herself into' a chair, and
' "WelL hold your tongue, then 1" said
Jack', turning his ' back on her, and con
tinning tb converse with 'Maria. t-. "Dear
Melinda," said he, :.' this jpkev of trying
to nass Tom. here,- off as yon, reminds
me'of the Bloomer " Mania; . We had
accbuhts of it in "Paris, ' and iC made' the
. j " J h ' "11 . '!'iJ"; ::.';"
Frenchman iaugft-JconsumeQiy,.ftc.pnr fX:
pense. - Once in a while yow see a woman'
in the streets of Paris dressed in male
attire, and such travesties are common in
license of the seasonJtV .
" "It is' an absurd' mania, ip.Hftsure,
cried Maria: .? j VvtW
" I am glad to hcarp 56ndenjB it,
returned Jack,' warmly,4 pressing her hand,
" for sooner than marry a cpnfirme.d Bloom
er, I would bestow iny hand and name on
a street singer oj jrlightoaisajr.
"Don't ybu "wanto 'look,, al the
grounds?, '"IsaiblMeUnda ijjgbdue6! -and
agitated voice. , . . ,
"I . want ftb: talk with' your sisterj you ;
little rascal lrt cried Jack; and taking he?"
by the shoulder's, .he 'tputhertin of th
room and locked the door on lher. : .r
' Ten minutes ; afterwarks shefi.pecrea
through the front window blinds,; and saw
Jack kissing Mariaj It was part of hi
system. ...-.. s. . .. .-'"A -f :
' At the dinner table, Melinda appeared
in the' habilimbnts of her sex looking very
beautiful, though ' if must ' fee confessed; .
her .eyes : were a c little-red' and swblleli
She blushed f and - heMkrat .h hanoVIo
J ack v -tt ' i ?r ?sV .rhivtof.''
'". Amazement !" cried JackT , VhereJ
Tom?" ; ' : ' :-'." "; ;: ;.1'w't '
"Tom is in Boston as you know rcry
well, or ought to know,1 said Melinda'5
" Then this ; ladv". said - Jackr flew
turning to Maria.
It's ' mv ' cousin Uaria. as ron. were
told this imorhmg,' only ybu Vbuldii'tle--
lieve' it," said Melinda reprbachfuDy,? ZXj
"I beg your pardon,-Miss Maria,?,';'sai J -Jack,'
with 5 a iroguish twinkle 'In hf .e,.
" and I; hope you'll excuse any thTngJftat
passed. between. jisii--
" You.x3rK& the"polbgyv'tPne,, said
Melinda, pouting. 'i-:?- "f-r.
How could I recognize yon 1n"that
absurd costume?" asked Jackii '
v.My sentiments f.' cried tW4nT0e" but;
sVe wouldn't Esten to lprhii
he, jumping up in alairm :"ttey&Jb'.--
Iiouse is on Ire! Don't joftjwaeU tKpS
smell of leather and wooreabiirainf!' w ?
I do i" said Marii. iarmrd in;t
; i "There's no .occasion,"" said-MelmdaJ
" Just now I threw a pair of - boots, ana ;
some clothes I wanted to-get rid of, in th
kitchen "fire-the owner havuie nb further
'Pair! of " pantalobns among;
Y--es.1'-r- safd- 'Melinda
who has given np'busmessr". ;
J "Hurrah I''sBouted' old"Winklc.
see through. -it all. y acs;'S xnrea, yon.
i Will you forgive "me?" asked Jack:
: "There's iny hand." iaid Melinda,
frankly. -.- I forgive yon,' and thank ybd.
too l .The lessoa Vas a sharp one; but 1 -
needed St '-to cure my' folly;1
Bible -and the -Discoveriea oT
,j , ; - ;5 . , Science. .,..;?'.. -v
The .following ; eloquent, passages are-
from Lieut Maury's late work, the ';Phya-
ical. Geography of,.. the ,bea :
"The Bible frequently makesalluslpn-
to the . laws of-nature, their' operations ....
and effects.1 But such allusions are often
so -wrapped - in the fold - of th peculiar
and graceful drapery! withwhich its Ian-
guage ; is occasionally clothed,4 that'' the '
meaning, ' though -peeping out 'frohj Its .
thin covering all the while; yet HVeHh-;
some concealment.until the lights ami reve-
lations "of science are' thrown. upon it;
then it bursts but and sWike-hs wi he
mbrefeforceahd beauty v
i&jf. ptiir 2 knowledge of nature ajid, her
laws has incre'asdi sahas our unr6tao4-
ing of '! mahy "passages jW tWebeenj
improved.5 '.'The' BibieaUejthe ear;
" the'rouhd wbrld; - yet' for ages it. Wf
the most ; damnable' heresy .for chris'tia. ;
men' to sav'the world is round;' and final--
ly, sailors circumnavigated v the. : f
proved the' Bible to bo, right and, 1
christian "men of . science from the stake-.
" Canst thou- tell the sweet influence of h
Pleiades?" - , -';?j'- ;.
't Astronomers 6f the present daylf 91
have not '' answered ' the. question, ,ha.re
thrown so mnch Jight npon'it as to b? ,
that, if ever it be answered by.-miit
must ,con.su too science irjjuwui.
It has recently . been all but proved.that ;
the earth and sun, with their splendid etB
nue1 of comets, satellites, and planctS,ie
all in motion around some poihtb?ceue -of-
attrton ep)aceiT&l; r';jHnipi an$
that pbint is. in.thedireeUon-pf theta
Alyon, one! of the Pleiades I Who- but b .
astronomer, : tnen, coma; ley. - iuerr,w jjj v
influences? ";'" .'.;'t;'.ji;,,jVJ .;
:i And . as. for. the gencraLaj3temqf.K
mospherio circulation -whictf riiavttbeen ...
so lonjg: endeavoring -to describe, theJ)lM4 -tells
it aU in a stngle iehichsi 'Thfe wind
goeth toward the South andtnrneWabbav ;
into the North; it whirleth about; cbntini :
ually, and the : windrcturocth again .i '
cording, tp his .circuits'WEccl. i,,fi,';
The ; crowded; - deck or an"
UWiUI w vhiuviuiw. ' . -r ..
uauiornian o xue shipper x saouiw
like to have a sleeping b-.rth' tow,' if ' youv ';
plcase.'-;-; t;..i; iVt'
Skipper "Why, where have yott ' beeit
sleeping these last two nig utasincc - we
left?" ... .. . y, -,t- -w,,.',
' Califoraiah-T.'life t've ' been sleeping
on top of a sick maivbutlie'V getting beU
tor now. and he wpnVstjiRdH.j longer. ' .
' Happiness" cart bV made "quite..
of cheap materials ts of deaf onceT- i4"

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