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VOLUME XVIII.--NUMBER 13.
TH® POTTER JOURNAL, PCBLISBED BY M. W. JIc.YL-VItNEY, Proprietor. rjr Devoted to the cause of Republicanism, the in-, "/."of \ TiorUure.the advancement of Education, id the best trocd 1 l'otter county. owning no uid except that of Principle, it will endeavor to aid in the ; work of more fully Freedomizing oar Country. By Advertisement inserted at the fo!;owin? rate-, except where speclalbar-ains are m ide. A squa.e is 10 lines of Brevier or Buf Nonx>a- ell types 1 square, 1 insertion....- "EEPfi 00 1 square,2 or 3 inseitiona---------- - Each subsequent Insertion less than lo 1 square, 1 year - 5 00 *5 ■ from a distance, unless they at o uccotupauiea uy money or BRtisfiiCtory reference. BrfTJob tt'ork, of ail kiuds, executed with neatness j andaespatch. BUSINESS NOTICES. Kobt. Hauler. ll* Y'umniin. Attorneys-at-1 -hbxv, TIfTLLIAMSPORT. Penn'a. Special attention YV eiveil to Collection of •elisions, Bounlv and BLk Pav. and all claims against the National and Btate Governments. Uu '- U ' _ Ireeai.il Aeeepted A.teieat York Matins , -.ri \I I V L') L>v* Tn. No. .42, h A. M. K Uee-I 21 and 4tu "edm " ii ■,! ti,,. " \ Sr,-rv of the < ii- id !> 1 ' k. month. H*H, tit meoa oi rj miK\U. >CM. l>.t:.LißßAßKK,icec. o. T. EIAISOX. H. J.. rjRACTICISG PUVSICIAN. C - , ,' e ami I res'-eettul'r *if •ruts toe •• evil ureano Ticinitvlhat he will prompt y re*!*'"' 1 f professional se. vices. O.liee ou i irst street, tint* or west of his residence. 1.-40 , N t TTORNEY ,\SD COUNSELLOR AT LAW* \ t ,i,,l.ri 1* w f itteml Ihe several lourts ii Coudeirpon, 1 • - 11 All busi- I til Potter, Cameron and M- Ktan >. • ■ „ ness entrusted to his care will rec oe p 1 1■ tion. office uu Maui street, in residence. Alt I'll I"K <i- OI.MVrEI). 1 TTORNEY AND COUNSELLEH AT LAW . \ .-Pa . will atte ■to ... bos n ss< t 1 i.-ted to his care with pr u*ptnes* and fi lelity. uilice , in the soeond storey of the Olmsted ISAAC IS FN SON, k TTORNEY-AT-L ANY, Conder-port, Pa., wil A io:i "f A .. y Irl.lj. r. w. kxox. . TTiV'NEY YND COUNSELLOR Al . w atten 1 the oourts in I ot-. •r and the afijsiaUtg coautrea. MILIAR A KeAIARSEY, k TTOnSEYS-AT LAW. llAßnnßrno. Penn'a-, A Agents for the Collection of Claims agaii st tl.e : Cmted -J itesaiul -state Governments, *Uf-li as . elisions, S?"-. of w: • AJ .r. ■? I w B MILT.BR, M. Vk. McAL VBXEY, R E thd E a a :.l ; investigated. J"""™' pSqS"'' I H " r, ; fori. Business transact ad pfomy Uy 1 •- 1 v. STF.ItIII NS A Co.. "tTrERCBANTS —Dealers in Dw "> >1 Go ids, Groooriw.l rovievons.t >oi ■' . smiA-verythii,g usu.My k-pt I h'ood cou itrj st !*rodace bought and s >id t c7 ll* SI TIM OAS, a f'EfiCH .\.NT WELLSVI I.LE N v> ■']°\ | M ' ih* and Retail P- t'-r 'n Dry Go . - Fsi.cy and is Clothing. 1 .dies IJrA-sU -ods < ■ • ; * Flour, Feed, &c, K '.ailera g.ipplied m libem. aim c s cV E. A. JONES, A rFRCH WT3-Dealersin Drugs Medic nes, aint-. M oils, Fancy Articles. S atmm-ry, Dry Goods. Groceries, <tc.. Main Street, loud, rsporl. Fa I I. E. OEMS I El>. A r Elton ANT—Dealer in Dry ii ■ • l '*f Al CI 'thing, Crockery. <•■" ;' r • *■ "'hp'' Provisions, etc., Man :t- vi, C ■' r COLLINS SMITH, \ r EUCH ANT—Dealer a Dry Go,.ds. GroeerUT 31 Provisions, Hardware, Q measaaie, G ;• sad all Gois u-ually foup lm a country store, n A 11. J. OEMSTF.I>. U CRDW*ARE Mercnant, ai d D il-r in o\es " Tlll tt ,.d Shoe: Iron W*-.re,.Main street, f ouder s .ort Peni.'H, Tin and tiheet Iron Ware made to ei ier' iu good styi". on short not.ee. | CO! OEKSPOItr ROTEE 1 \ F GLASSMIRK, PSOPRUTOR. Corner Mam 1). and •- ?co dstreets C > .dcsporU "tier Go.I a A Livery S* .Me is also kept n. emi Wtfof x \ h tt "- Hotel. Daily ?Pa mg '.a t 1 from R nlroad.. Potter Journal Job-Ollice. HAYING latelv ad led a fine new as.rtmi.t of. JOB TYPE to our already large a-sortmen' we are now prepared to do all kinds of work, cheaply i • and with taste and neatness On.e s so.ici.ed. LYIVIAM HOUSE. Lewisville, Potter ounty, P nsylvania. HI IITOX LEWIS. Proprietor. Ha ug dakfn this excellent Hotel, Hie proprietor wiehe -0 make the acquaintance ot the puoue anc eels confident r g.vo.g satisfaction to a who ma. all on him. Feb 12, Oti MARBLE WORK Jl'' * fj Monuments and Tomb-Stcnes Htfflfc, ofsillkinds, will hefurt, she lon reaaoua vb.k Xn blc terms.and short not e- by C. Ilreuiiio. iff C-, Re <l.oce r Fuhilia. U miles sf.ati. of) ~ ;ES. r i Pu.on thoning Poad...rV : .'w It- nt'the P„.t Offi- f-dT | DAN BAIAER, TTENSION. n U vTV rnd WAR i.LAIM AG'*N A I 1 I'ensro . procur 1 for "diet's of t>" present W'ar who are e sat led by reseini of w.idtuls tvcisivw. or disease con! ran 1 while in the .-e vcooftne L Re K:.ite- and pensions, bounty, a: ! . re i sut | t. <> t i i for v. in a*- oi" he.raof lh sc wUo have uie ■ m been killed wi, to in serv de. AH letters if iuqu ry promptly arawere i. and oa receipt by tnah oi a eiutv ( mejit of the c iio of clatnuiut, I will forward i.c eeSsary -p-ap-rs for tlieir - gteiture Fees in Pension | rased 'is fixed by law. Rekaeslo Llo i-. Isaac Ben sou. A G. Gmisted, Jtlliu S. M..iuu, a i F. \V Knox, E-q DAN BAKEtI, JuncS 01 Claim Agent, Coudersport. Pa. I <2* "fi (1 A A Per Year . Wo want agents I (ip | m L/ L> everywhere to sell our n:rit IVED ] r?owiiig M ieaines lliri'onca „.n Under and ' upper feed. Warranted five years. Above, salary or large comm --ions paid. Iho ONLY machines sohi in the Unit*! States for le-s tlian |V), whidi arc tally 1 'rosed by Iloxve, Wheeler & Wilson. Grover &. Ba ker,Biu?er & Co.. t Bachelder, ALL other cheap ma chines are infriosetrieuta and the seller or user are pa'Dlc to arrest, fine, and imprisonment. C.rculars free Address, or caM upon Shaw & Clark. Biode f-il. Maine, or Chicago, 111.Do". 28, isly. Something New and Novel for Agents. reddlers, Country Storei-, Druggists, and all -evk.ng a honorable and profitable hree by mail lor %5 cts. ; wholesale 19 per doz. Canvassers realize y to si 2 per day profit. ABBOIT dt DOtt D, I 3j2J—imj iiaatsfacturers. 196 Waits ? if j fV • tl < - hte ; . ■liißiffU'l MrtlMpV# ?rfT j TiYjT :T AT 5| 11 j: >wl m iooJ Leiiad .ti£A*lT*® HOW THE MONEY COMES. Queer John baa sung bow money goeg. Rut how it comes, who knows .' who knows .' Why every Yankee mother's son Can tell you how "the thing is done. It comes by honest toil and trade. By wielding sledge and driving spade, And building ships, balloons and drums ; And that's the way the money comes. How does it coine ? Why, as it goes, By spinning, weaving, knitting hose, By stitching shirts and coats for Jew 3, Erecting churches, rentirg pews, And manufacturing boots and shoes ; For thumps, aud twists, and cuts, and bue3, And heads and hearts, tongues lungs and' thumbs ; And that's the wav the monev comes. . How does it come? The way is plaia— By raising cotton, corn aud cane; By wind and steam, lightning and rain, By guiding ships across the main ; By building bridges, roads and dam 3, And sweeping streets, and digging clams, ; With whistles, hi's, bo's, aud bums ; Aud that's the way the money comes. The money comes—how did I say? Not always in an honest way; I It come 3 by tricks as well as toil, But how is that ? Why, slick as oil, By putting pets in coffee bags, By swapping watches, knives and nags, ' And peddling wooden c'ocks and plums ; And that's the way the money comes. How does it come ? Wait, let ine see— * It very seldom comes to me; It comes by ru'e, I guess, and scale, 1 Sometimes by riding on a rail; But oftener that's the way it goes, From silly belies and fast young beaux ; it comes in big, nay, littie sums ; And that's the way the money comes. SAVED. CHAPTER I. The sun, a great red disc, was sinking slowiy into the ocean. The tray little pon v-carriawe rolled briskly along over the hard, white sand; the silver! bitted, high stepping, thorough-breds, dex-' terouslv managed by the fairest Amazon j that ever drew the reins, Idyl Lee, the! ' reigning belle of the season. Fair, indeed, most gloriously fair was this blonde beauty; fair, trebly so, with re gard to her companion. What cotii 1 she have been thinking of —this other one—low-browed, heavv-eved, | white-'ipped, a look as expressionless as the j dead, leaning listlessly back in the corner or the carriage, utterly indifferent to al! the excitement aud bustle of the brilliant, pleas- j ire seeking crowd passing, repassing, shift ing, before her like the glittering colors in j a kaleidoscope. A milk white steed and a coal black oue, : llow they arched their shining, full-veined j necks, as they came prancing up the prom-; ena le. Down to the saddle-bows bent the) J uncovered heads of the riders as the ele gant equipage of "la belle Lee" clashed! , past them. Guy Rivers' cheek flushed hotly; he ■ looked as though he were breathing in an j inspiration. Thorudike Marston smiled at his rapt look. "Come, now, confess that in all your travels you never met with anything half so lair, ihere will be no need of hunting iho world over again. Behold the rarest of ail earth's jewels here at home's portals. Isn't she magnificent though?" "But that's if t the word." "What then?" "Exquisitely frail, divinely sensitive, touchingly mournful,'' he answered, breath less'y. "Well, you always see things differently from anybody else. But how you can bring all those apostrophies to bear Upon; this great, white, creamy creature, with all I that blonde hair tumbling into blinding, | wind blown masses about her face, is be yond my ken. All I can think of, when 1 look at her, is full blown water hllies softly swaying with the slow ripple of the waves. On my faith, nothing but magnif icent can suit." "But can't you understand ? I don't j mean the blond—the other one, who L die r "Not the blonde? Why, she's the' reigning belle, my dear boy. It isn't pos ! sible you've had the bad taste to pass her by, to have eyes ouly for—that's too rich." The light, sarcastic laugh grated upon Guy's nerves. He s2>oke impatiently: "Your mirth is ill-timeJ. I am iu ' earnest." "What! Can I believe my senses? The' elegant, the fastidious, the unapproachable J Guv Rivers going down without an effort J SCo before the—indeed I cannot go on. "Softly, Thorn, or your jest will turn into something mort. H ill you tell me whoj 1 ... ,T *" she is: I "There, there, here you have it. The j one adored—now I'll watch you wince— is handkerchief carrier, waiter-in-general, an humble satteilite and—" "Thorndike Marston, have done, at your peril. Another word aud you shall answer for it as for a deadly insult." It came hoarsely through Guy's shut teeth. Thorndike Marston looked at him in amazement, aud dropped his bantering tones, said, slowly— "And am I, then, to believe that yon are < Seboied io the principles of Jrt?e qf?d the l)isseiT>uß)h>i? of ffofylity, g.itejrgiulre *g9 ffeto?. COUDERSPORT, POTTER COUNTY, PA., TUESDAY JULY 17, 1866. really and truly so interested in Mias Mabel j Rogere ? Why, she is considered us more dead than alive." Guy Rivers tluug back his tawny locks. They hung low on his neck like a lion s j mane. "I feel it; she is my fate, what I have beeD looking for these many years. I love her. I will have her, so help me Heaven. Aud ho bent his head reverently, and more of her passed his lips. A world of deep, unswerving resolve ; shone out of the steady, steel-blue eyes, j Thorndike Marston noticed it, bitterly. How could he work against the iron will ? Quick as lightning it flashed through him. 1 It was with all his accustomed suavity that! l .e spoke. "They say that I am the favored suitor of the peerless Idyl. As I have the entree j ' there at all hours, I may be oi assistance to you." ' Lounging on the piazza that night, j ; Thorndike Marston planned it all out. It 'he stretched out his hand, he could touch I Guy, and there he sat so near to him, his friend, plotting evil against him. Why; ' should he ? Mabel Rogere, Idyl Lee's paid ! companion, held over him a subtle charm. Her cold indifference but fanned the flame. > I The world thought him a follower In Idyl's ' train; he encouraged the rumor. It kept him near the true and unconscious object uf his worship, and prevented the derisive laugh that would be sure to attack him. The "Marston pride" had passed into a ( proverb. In the world's opinion this would i ,be a misalliance. Such a thought he knew j would never enter Guy's head. Guy was the soul of honor; one word wonld have been sufficient; but Thorndike Marston was not man enough to say it. No, he had i ' rather trail the venom of his born hate over every fair blossom that Guy's love could ' foster. This was what he chose. i CHAPTER 11. It was a perfect crush at the Lee's that* night. The spacious, airy rooms opening one into another, throughout the entire I length of the house, were thrown open to the guests. The long, dazzling vista was ablaze with light, radiant with gorgeous j toilettes, alive with beauty's smile. The rapturous waltz tnusie rose and fell in unison with flying feet and the hum of. the inanv voices, anil in between came the j souoh of the restless sea, rolling the surf I up against the shore. ' Mabel liked to hear it, the ocean's grand,. . half-sobbing monotone. She stood leaning half way out of the low French window I listening inteutlv, her hands clasped aud • i l I drooping, as usvutl,lmt- uereyes were dreamy i and full of a delicious languor to-night. The old,-wearv, frozen hopelessness had died out of them, for a time, at least. "Mabel She did not start nor turn, only half smiled, as though the voice fitted ! into her dream. i "Mabel!" Guy Rivers stepped out upon the turf and daises in front of her. "Yes, Guy," answered she, still dreamily. "Queen Mab, will you come to the shore j with me ?" "Beware!" The whisper sounded in Mabel's ear like a serpent's hiss. She j (shuddered and stood still; then hurried! through tne thick pine shadows, impatient to reach the moonlight. It was a perfect face she looked up into;) every feature of it stood out, in the silvery! light, in bold relief; a face to believe in. "Do you yon know always put me in mind of some timid bird, forever dreading the fowler's snjire ? Why is it ? ' "Guv, I think I never told von of my jeailv life. Listen! I will tell you now." Mabel stood as rigid and motionless as the rock she tean<l against. Iler white dress glistened coldly in the moonbeams, and the silver}- spray, as it dashed up! I among the rocks at her feet, seemed to) wrap her in a ghostly winding sheet. Her, words came short and quick; i-he spoke in French. "I am a Parbienne. My father was a! i banker, and very rich,so they said. \\ e bad }carriages and servants, and a grand hotel.) iWe lived in the fashionable world. But my father died suddenly. He left nothing we found, but debts. We sold the furni ture, the plate, our own jewels. You see' i we could not bear to have anything cast against the dead. And we were destitute, poor mother and I. It was sad, was it not. ! monsieur? Bat then such things are nat-! i ural. Money takes to itself wings, and 'children should bury tlieir parents. Then my mother died. This grieved me very sore. But still I hat! something to live for. I was so young* then, monsieur, and II believed in Alphonse. He was away ' when all this trouble came, but I had writ-1 , ten Lim. He had been my betrothed from infancy. Every morning I saiJ, "He will surely come to day," and every night, |"I know he will be here to-morrow." Fi-: ! nallv, I had spent my hist cent. Hunger. ! made me restless. I went out. Do you ! know I saw him in the street? I went up ito him, although he was not alone. Joy j made me bold. He looked at me, and ! went on talking. I grasped his arm. "Al jphonse.it is I." He paid no attention. j ''Alphonse, do you not know me?" He: shook off my hand. I was paralyzed. He ; ! laughed scornfully. He said, "Let me pass, t ! my pretty beggar." "Oh, Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu 1 Yes, mon sieur, then my heart broke. No, it turned ( to stone. It killed me, but I still lived. I was sixteen then. I stood there where he left me. I was very still. I felt my face settling as I had watched my mother's face do after she was dead. Madame le Baronne drove up the Boulevards past me. Site took mo home. I didn't mind., I never thanked her. Then she brought me to Madame Lee. It made no difl'er ence. It was all the same to me. "It is five years siuce then. I have been like a clod, I have been dead all that time." Guy would no longer be silenced. "Oh, dearest, wake! wake to happiness and tne." "No, let mo be—let me stay as I am. | The old way must be the best way. Nothing can trouble me now. If I wake, what surety have I that it will not bo to a short lived happiness, to a blacker misery in the end!" "You torture me," was wrung from Guy's. lips. "Can you not feel that, with me, : even the winds of heaven shall be kept from fanning your cheek too roughly?" "Words, words! Have 1 not heard them before ? How can 1 feel what is in your heart? Alphonse told me that he loved me, but Alphonse was false. Strange ,that I ever careJ. When 1 think of it! now, it seems as though it was somebody, , else it happened to." "Mabel, have pity on me, on yourself.", Guy flung himself down despairingly. "Be- j liove in me, trust iu me. No danger but I will dare for you; no misery, disgrace or •ruin, but I will share with you; no sacri fice that I will count too costly to lie at j your feet." "Monsieur, you compel mo to it. Your words are very brave and fair; but after all J you have said, I have not faith enough to foretel how you would act if danger, by sea or land, of body or soul, should come to me." Guy's face lay burivd in his hands; he) moaned as if in agony. "Husn!" Mabel soothed him as she would a child. He caught her hand sud denly. It lay between his burning palms like a snow-flake; as white, as cold, as frozen; and only the ocean-pulse beating time for them hoarsely. ) Their eves met. She made a motion to withdraw "her hand. It fluttered and grew warm in his grasp. Snow-flakes always melt when they are wooed by the sun. All Guy's deathless love bounded into his eves, surged over, and at la?t Mabel felt the resistless power of its rising tide, and once men lay engulfed in its living waters. "You tremble and turn away. Tell me you will trust me.' "I cannot say," she cried, harshly. She could not accept, as yet, this suddeu awak ening. Then a little calmer, "I must have' time to think first." "0!i, do not; there is no need." Mabel interrupted him imperiously—"l sav 1 will have time.' Now her voice sank to its old mocking cadence. "You need the time, too. Who can tell that by another tide your promise will be swept away? Look! We will make marks in the sand, and see which will last tie longer." "Now hear me swear bv all " "Mounsieur, you forget yourself. We will act like children no longer. Think it over well. Remember, this is a bold ven ture for you as well as trie. My nature is already cold and misshapen; a second trial would goad it to desperation. Then, to morrow, if you still care, and it you dare come to me—" "Dare? Oh my beloved, all things wi!! I dare for such a boon." >' The black rocks rose up frowning behind them. Ledge above ledge, aud at the base, huge boulders threw threatening shadows; to their very feet. It looked ill-omened, i It struck .Mabel so, aud her sight seemed; I to waver and grow unsteady, or else it was, a shadow nighest thein that moved as she ! gazed scarchingly into its depths. The. 1 fancy clung to her all the way back to the j 1 house. They parted at the open casement, he 1 bowing low over her hand and murmuring —"To-morrow, remember! Oh, Queen : Mab, never fear but 1 will dare. i CHAPTER HI. i Mabel moved forward, softly threading her wav through the crowded room to | wards Idyl Lee. She found her, tis usual,) the centre of a thronging crowd, eager to) pay homage to the queen of the fete. She j eat superb iu her voluptuous beauty. Dia- j phanous waves of pale sea-green act opbaue j swayed and swung about her. Her price-! less parure of shells enhanced the mellow splendor of her neck and arms. Delicate, j , vibrating sea-mosses, the tiny shells still clinging to them, hung from the bronze; : coils that crowned her trauscendaat beauty. 1 Idyl Lee gloried, as well she might, in her intoxicating power. But could that be Mademoiselle Rogere standing by her 1 chair? No wonder that people looked at her in astonishment that night. Thej wildly-bewitching eyes gleamed like twiu ' stars at midnight from under the jetty . blackness < f her drooping lashes, and thej tremulous quiver of the little mouth gave a new beauty to the delicate flute, whose pure whiteness strongly contrasted with the masses of her blue biack hair, that, under the glaring lights, flashed back iu ' purplish lustre. The rosy mantle of love was spread over her; it flushed her cheeks with the rare tint a child's face sometimes wears on its first awakening from dewy slumbers. Thordike Marston knew the meaning of, this more than earthly beauty, aud cursed j his folly. The prize was slippiug through his fingers, after all. Ob, the pride that j had held them back! if he had only—but where was the use of thinking of that?! ho wouldn't give up yet. llow he watched Mabel. She fascinated him. The courtly grace aod bearing she had learned long ago in the drawing-rooms of the ancient uobieese, served her in good stead now. j She took them all bv storm. She was the ; idol of the hour. Thorndike Marston could have thrown himself at her feet and worshiped her there before the whole world. But it was too j late for that now. "You are angelically beautiful, to-night.; Is it because you are happy ?" "Ah!"—with a sigh—"if it could only last," he said. They were seperated from the crowd. He had manoeuvred to briug it about. "If !it coul i only last. I thought you my, friend; why do you seek to sadden me, and bring me back to my old self?" "Dear Mabel! let me call you so. I can read your face so plainly. 'Tis the Arabian Nights over again. The enchanted prince] has come, and the sleeping beauty has awakened; so I say, 'lf it could only last.' " j "Monsieur, Ido not comprehend. He i is your friend, is he not?" "Poor child! and so many times, too, I • have warned you. Yes, ho is my friend, bat alas for the woman , be she who she! may, who gives her troth to Lim."' "Enough; I will hear no more." "Nay, do not look so disdainfully at me., It wrings my soul to tell you this. Can you not guess why I do it?" "I am entirely at a loss." "Because I love you! Why do you start? I know it is hopeless. I shall never trouble you with my love. I shall bear my cross in silence to the grave. I j am content if I may but be your friend." How mournfully subdued and heart-broken j he looked. "Will you not hear me now ?" Mabel's cheek glowed hotly, but she; shuddered tis she wrapped her cloak closer about her. "I tell you be plays with women's hearts j as gamblers play their cards. He meas ures his victim, and the harder and moire difficult the game becomes the more ea ger lie is in pursuit, and when it is won —" "But what if it isn't won?" The pallor of Mabel's face was frightful as she leaned forward. "It is his boast that no woman ever re sisted him. I could tell you, so well clo 1 know his character, almost word for word ; what he said to-night, lie has been! . i wildly entreating, passionately pleading, ready to swear to his truth and honor, and 1 brave and heroic to save you from imagi-: nary dangers. Is it not so ? Yes ? Pshaw! then he has drawn you along .with a thrice-. told tale." Marble-like was the form at his side. "What will you do?'' he asked. "I thiuk our friend will lose his game) just once, lie sJtall be checkmated.' Her) words were hard and pitiless. Thorn felt the joy of a demon. Her jealous mistrust ' had been easy to work upon. "But I will have revenge for this. He shall bite the dust. Through my hands he shall taste the bitterness he has meted to me." She had become desperate. Now was his time. She was but a reed in lii.- hands. "Shall I help you to sure way ?" "Will you ? A sure way to yet revenge; Revenge!' 1 She gloated over the words. "Yes; but perhaps you will not try it." 1 "I will, bo it what it may. Quick, what \ I is it ?" "You will acquire at once riches and su- j preme power. Without these you could 1 never touch Guy Rivers. You have only : to bo my wife! 11 He had made his last throw. He waited with suppressed breath for the answer. [ —will—do —it"—low and steady. Butitwas too much; she broke down after it. , "He said he would dare everything for me.: jHe looked true Can I not put him to ! the test ?" "Poor, storm-beaten blossom, trust all ' to me." j He had won, and the world's laugh j dwindled into a very nothing in view of the peril he had so successfully weathered. CHAPTER IV. I Guy. Rivers smoked his cigar so lazily the next morning that when he reached the j beach the serf was already dotted thickly j with the brilliant costumes of the bathers.' J A merry, motley, oriental looking crew, j 1 diving, splashing, swimming, floating. 1 ho. TERMS.--$1,50 PER ANNUM, , silver grey, with the soarlet facings—th.it , was the only one he aired to see at all. j lie looked for it amongst the crowd. He , could have picked it out from a million. "Eyes for but one, as usual, Guy." It was Thorn Marston. "Look, Thorn. Don't you see her off there by herself? What is she doing alone, i so far from the others !" "Now don't be in such a hurry to get over to her. Such an adept as she is safe enough, surely," was answered with seem ing carelessness. "By the way, here is something she commissioned me with." Guy Rivers opened the tiny scrap of paper. "After bathing. MABEL." That was all. He thought a minute. "I will go up to the house aud wait for her." he said. Thorn Marston's scheme was working well. Guy gave one backward glance as he stepped from the water. Then, all at once rose a murmur; then a shriek, a universal i cry of terror: "The quicksands! the quick jsands!" Thorn Marston looked quickly. Mabel was over the fatal spot. "'Sdcath!" he muttered. "Has the girl outwitted me, or was it accident?" Ho measured the distance with his eye, hesi tated, and drew back, "She will bo lost at any rate, and—l dare not." He ground his teeth in rage,and watched Guy Rivers' swift, steady strokes, as ho ; dashed towards her. The waves parted j right and left before the nervous energy of his sinewy arm like magic. This little scene was not exactly what Thorn Marston ; had arranged that morning with Mabel.— 3he had listened qnietly toliis scheme. "You are to tell him so," he said. "But I am not really to swim over tho quicksands, then V she askeJ. "Can you imagine it for a moment? It would be almost certain death. The test is not worthy so great a risk. Indeed.there fis no use of trying it at all. lam certain of tho end." The tone might have seemed to a close observer,somewhat over confident. He was so near and so sure—that mile ' Mabel think of the moving shadow, just !then. "If he comes to mo through the danger-'' j "But there will be no danger." "What he Thinks danger." I 'T shall have been mistaken. If it is I that am false, I will yield you up to hiui. Are you content?" It might have been suspicion of treach ery that caused her to take the opposite and fatal direction, or, perhaps, it was acci | dent. "Baffled!" Thorn Marston ground his j teeth in rage at the thought, and his face grew distorted like a madman's. It had been a real test for both. This was the result. Mabel's strength was welt mgh gone when Guy Rivers reached her. She would never have had strength to stem i the rapid current that set iu against the cliff that hemmed in, on one side, the dreaded quicksands. She clung closer to him as her strength gave way. Guy felt within him the power of a giaut. He held i her tightly, buffeting the waves with one hand, as he moved swiftly from the fatal i spot. Tp on the sand ho carried her, and sank exhausted by her side. "My darling," lie whispered,as she gazed ' at him wistfully, "did you think I wouldn't . dare to come to you ?" She smiled up at him. i "Saved !" The word told volumes. Saved : from death; aye, from more than death.— With the word on her lips she fainted. ELECTIONEERING TACTICS —A distin guished candidate, who is "up to a thing or two," and has a keen appreciation oflivo beauty, when about to set off on an elec tioneering tour recently, said to his wife, who was to accompany him for prudential ! reasons: "My dear, inasmuch as this election is complicated, and the canvass will be close I am anxious to leave nothing undone that 1 would promote popularity, and so I have thought it would be a good plan for me to kiss a number of the handsomest girls in every place where I may be honored with a reception. Don't you think it would be a ' capital idea ?" "Capital," exclaimed the devoted wife; "and to make your election a sure thing, while you are kissing the handsomest girls I will kiss an equal number of the baud | somest young men." The drstinguished candidate, we believe, has not since referred to his pleasing means of popularity. jCST"Love is as necessary to a woman's heart as a fashionable bonnet to her bead. Indeed we think, rather more so; for noth in or less than a large measure of love will j content her; whereas the recent fashion has shown that she can bo satisfied with a very j little bonnet. ittT'The water that has no ta*t<> is purest 'the rain that has no oder is freshest; and of all tho modifications of manner, fbo most generally pleasing is simplicity.