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VOL. XII.
MY LVCK.
She taut come to visit Nut's sister,
A tut there 1 met her one night ;
A cousin, 1 think of the family.
And a girl rather handsome and bright.
1 remember we looked at an album:
Amt 1 told her how much 1 could guess
if one's character ,is: from a nietuie:
“Now witness," said I " my success."
Here's a photograph of a young maid. n,
Ho(h pretty and modest and irue,"
She tail'ly colored with pleasure:
Why that's,” sho exclaimed, "sister Sue;"
Rut hero," 1 continued, eluted,
“ Is the worst looking fellow thus far:
A stupid, old senseless curmudgeon,"
she simply said, 1 Thai's my papa "
--llamini i rimso ~
rnrrisa.
I show'd my love my fond heart.
And asked would she lie mine
Till cruel death do as part 1
she answered me, arh m in .’
1 showed mv love mv bank-book—
Ah. then 1 touched her soul!
she sighed, with such a frank look.
And sweetly lisped, yah wn/i:
.V. Commercial \'lnrlis,r.
RE HOLETTE'S ESCAPE.
Harper's Weekly.
“ It is farther than it looks," said Ke
clolcttc.
"Nut too far for us to climb,” answer
ed the sunny-facod boy who held Kedo
lotto’s hand while he gazed resolutely
tip at iht' mwnn'ain’s greenwood height.
“ We can be there by sundown, and run
back before it is dark.’
" Well. then. I’ll ask leave.”
"Ask leave? Are you not your own
mistress, Kedoletle ?"
“ No; 1 must obey my husband.”
gravely the little maid replied.
" Your husband !” eried Willie Locke.
" A’es, he is here in the house. I al
ways a-k his leave when he is at home.
1 do it in the beginning, because it will
he so ail the rest of my life. 1 am
learning, he says, to he his wife. ’
"What do you mean. Kedoletle?”
asked the hoy, dropping her hand and
turning to her with great earnestness,
his eyes ablaze, his cheeks Hushed.
“ You do not—you surely do not mean
Judge Hunt when you say ‘ my hus
band?’ Oh, yon are not in earnest; you
are teasing, you are Joking; you tiro
notin earnest, Kedoletle?”
“ In earnest, Willie.”the girl replied.
“Do not look so tierce. Are yon a
wolf? Are you going to eat me up?”
“ No, In is the wolf,” said Willie in
dignantly.
" l lei v*' always boon Ids little wife,
said Kedoletle, “ 1 was horn so. ‘ Ever
since Kedoletle was a hahy,’ ho says,
‘she has been mine.’ lit is my guardian.
My dying father left me in his
hands, and he lakes care of me,
and takes care of tin money I
am to have when I am of age;
but before that, til least so Aunt Khoda
declares, although 1 don’t say so quite
—before that we shall probably he mar
ried. There! Now, Willie, I’ll go and
ask leave.”
Whin nt another word she ran up the
path at whose outer terminus, the .gar
den gate, they had been standing while
they talked, and disappeared in the
house.
She returned all smiles. “Judge
Hunt has gone down to the village for
the evening letters, and auntie says we
may go to ‘ Hlock Height,’ if we will
hurry home.” Sho offered to take Ids
hand again as they went through the
gate, but Willie drew proudly back.
Sho started inquiringly, but still smiling.
“Now, Willie,” she said, “don’t spoil
our dear little time. Please don't be
cn iss."
“ 1 am not cross," said Willie; " I was
never less so in my lite. Hut I certainly
shall not take the hand of another
man's wife. You do not understand
me, Kedoletle,” said this man of eigh
teen to the baby woman at his side, in a
voice thrilling with emotion and stinging
with reproach.
“Oh, Ido," said Kedoletle, deeply
shocked at His vehemence. “ Indeed 1
do, Willie. 1 understand you with all
my heart.” They had gonosome paces
down the maple-arched road before she
spoke again, and during that time
Willie had taken the hand he had re
jected. and not only that, hut he had
transferred it from his right hand to his
left, so that he might encircle with In
firm arm her little waist. She turned
to him fully her innocent, sweet face —
was there ever a face more sweet and
more innocent? —and said. “ You art
the only thing, Willie, in all the world
that I il<i understand,”
“Oh, Kedoletle !’’ sighed Willie, and
he kissed her cheek.
She broke away from him then, and
they had a race. They raced down the
road to the lane; raced up the lane to
the pasture fence; leaped over the'
fence, and this without any appeal for 1
assistance from Kedoletle. for she was
a mountain maid, and free and agile as
a bird: raced across the upland meadow,
and then Willie caught up. The ascent
negan; it became steeper and more
steep; they went slowly and more slow.
Rugged the way was that looked so i
smooth, viewed from below. They
climbed wearily the steep stones, stop
ping occasionally to take breath, and
to look back with delicious little finger
ings at the pictured field and wood
B‘rctched at their feet, and the zigzag'
village clinging to the river's brink as,
for dear life.
MINERAL POINT, WIS., FRIDAY, MARCH IS7B.
Hefore sundown they reached the
height. They found a seat Just wide
enough for two in the crevice of the
great square rock that gave to this ac
cessible hill-summit, perched amid
prouder mountain heights, its familiar
name, " Hlock Height." Flushed ami
excited, and again cooled and calmed,
they rested, while behind them the sun
went down, its orb quite hidden by in
terlocking Hills, and known only in its
final departure by the uplifting from
tin' vallev of the skirt of sumptuous
light.
" Now , Kedoletle, we must have a
solemn talk."
‘•(it'llem////," said Kedoletle, with a
'demure yet coquettish accent, " 1 do
not like solemn talks."
“ Never mind," Willie insisted,
authorialively. "whether you like them
or not. Kedoletle—" He paused; he
was going to say, ‘‘Kedoletle darling,"
but he restrained, for the sake of
solomnitv, his boyish warmth. " Kedo
lette, how old are you?”
She folded her hands in her lap, and
I looked down like a child at school
I called to tlu> recitation bench. One
j roguish dimple vanished beside her
mouth. " 1 shall tie sixteen the fifth
of next month."
"Sixteen! And what do you
know ?”
Kedoletle laughed. " I know lint."
Willie knew that too. " Sweet six
teen—sweet sixteen !" he said in his
heart.
He asked her,gravely, " Where have
you been at school ?"
"1 went for some lime to Dr.
K ’s class at / , Hut 1 have not
been the last three terms. Judge Hunt
does not believe in schooling lor girls.
Just now I am taking lessons in house
keeping of my aunt. I stitch shirt
bosoms every day -four threads of the
linen forward and two threads hack, the
regular old-fashioned way, I sew and
cook and hake."
"Hake!” repeated Willie, indignant
ly.
“Or sometimes 1 fry. It depends
upon whether ’lis doughnuts or bread.
I would nitlur fry than hake; it is
more exciting."
“ I should think so. indeed. Why,
Kedoletle, these are tin' tortures of the
Inquisition for you. Fry and hake !
They might as well roast yon at the
take. Of course these tilings have to
he done. We must have shirt bosoms
and bread, and if is right that yon
should learn how to do them, or how to
have them done; hut—spend your life
at such tasks? The idea is absurd.
We might as well harness doves to
drays, or burn rose-biuls in nor grates.
Every work has its own workers. My
dear child there are two rules for prac
tical life —first, the greater must not he
sacrificed to the less, and second
Here Willie was going to quote Carlyle
at length, hut he recollected that he
was talking to a girl, and he modified
the grand sentences of the philosopher
ending in, " Know wliat thou eansl work
id," into, “ And you should do, Kedo
lette, what yon can do best. Now if
you can really do nothing belter than
stitch and cook, then that is yonr work.
Hut in this age of the world yon are
not forced; yon can yonr have choice;
and you must remember that we are
living in the time of sewing machines
and scientific cooks. There is no need
of immolation in those departments of
labor. We are living in a time "j
Willie hesitated in the midst of his elo- 1
qnence, (lurried hy a little thing; just
the touch of Ins hand hy Kcdolctte's 1
an action softly, shyly done, hut causing
him to descend from His speech to look j
into her face. He paused for a mo
ment, enchanted hy the serious sweet I
gaze of her dark eyes fixed upon hi-.;
Hut lie recovered himself and went on:
“ Do yon know what age of the world
you belong to, Red Jette? Do you
know that yon are a citizen of ('liristen
dom? Yon have no right to go hack
loan age yon were not horn in; yon
have no right to marry a man who he
longs exclusively to that age, and avail 1
yourself of nothing that has occurred I
since in the great march of progress.'
V< m nui go hack if you desire it. Von are
free; you live* in a free land. Hut if yon do
not desire it, if yon feel that there is
something higher in you than a lite of
drudgery, nnlighted hy liberty that
‘ makes drudgery divine,' nnlighted by
love —and, oli ' lledoh-tte, you do not
know what yon are relinquishing when
you relinquish the possibility of love —
if you feel a stir in yonr pnl.-e that
heats with what is highest and nearest
true in the time we live in, ihirlinn Ifi d
olette ” (this time the emphasis was
laid with sufficient stress to compensate i
for the former restraint), “ then 1 would
die a thousand deaths rather than sec
yon met in these woods by a selfish
soul, like lied Kiding-hood hy the wolf,
and lured into a thatched hut, and
‘ eaten up,’with no ear to hear yonr
poor innocent cry of. ‘<h, what big
eyes you’ve got!’ and ‘Oh, what -harp
teeth you’ve got " ”
Willie was excited now. He fright
ened Kodoleltc. She sprang up before
him with a low cry—a genuine cry of
pain, like a hurt child. A sudden pal
lor swept Iter face; the paleness as of a
woman s pang swept her childish face.
Then Willie took her in his arms, and
called her his precious love, and sooth-j
ed tier with his tenderness, as he had 1
aroused her with his wrath. And then
and there, in tho mountain solitude,
witnessed only by lonely height ami
lonely wood and lonely earth and sky,
ho made her make one solemn prom
’>l*.
Not the promise that his heatt burn
ed to have her make. For what he
wished so ardently, that nothing "he
fore or after " could compare in ardor
w ith that hour's wish, was to make her
promise to In' his wife. lie reminded
himself that he had no tight to do this,
lie warn a young fellow not yet gradu
ated from college; and after his senior
year, just commenced, there lay before
him a course of professional study, and
then (he establishing of hi- profession's
practice, for his patrimony was by no
means commensurate with his wants.
He had no right to ask her yet.
lie only made her grant a promise
formed disinterestedly and ex 'n-ively
for her good.
Hy this time the sun had set. Shad
ows mingled with shadows. The air
gathered that strange pure cool which
seems to blend and at the same instant
deline the precious woodland scents,
Tue soft rustic of leaves, the twitter of
sleepy birds, the faint crashing sough
of “the long rank bent" as they enter
ed tiie fields, the infinitesimal fine yet
clear sounds of the summer night
rasped not unmusically hy the liny
sharp cries and healing limn of the in
sect world these were the vocal ac
companiments of the homeward way ,
for Kedoletle and NVillie hardly spoke.
Clasping each other's hands they went
down the rocky steeps, and across the
meadows home.
\nd at the garden gate he kissed her
“good-night" and kissed her "good
hy," for on the morn w he was to leave
the mountain farm, and she would not
see him again.
Kedoletle lingered in the porch some
time before she entered (he house. She
watched W illie’s figure pass down the
road, and disappearat the river turni
then she thought and thought. And
when she went into the lighted room
where Judge limit sat in his arm-chair
reading the evening i cwv. Aunt Khoda,
looking up from her needle work to
greet the child w ith some reproof for
slaying so late, let reproach die on her
lips. Such a strange new look was nil
Kedolelte's face !
" She never was the same girl," her
aunt said, long afterward, when this
evening was remembered as par! of the
story of a life "never the same girl
after that walk to HIo, k Height. Hut
I never see her " (Aunt Uhoda's gram
mar had grow n rusty with her drudging
life)—" I never saw her look so beauti
ful and so prond-like as she did when
tlic Judge gut up from the chu ir and was
agoiu' to give her a kiss, She drew
hack her head like a ipiccii, and just
pul out her hand for his lips: and he
-talc'd at her, astonished, a moment,
and then kissed her finger-tips. ‘ Kcd
olelte,' said he,' you've been imprudent;
you've got chilled through, your hand
i- as mid as ice.’ That was Just, all he
thought, about it, but woman is more
keen; and I says to myself, that very
minnil, ‘ Ye.-, she's caught a chill, and
she's caught a fever; the fever may last
or it may not, but the chill she's caught
'll las! her the rest of her life.' "
There comes into almost every ex
perience a night that, for its very dis
tinction of darkness and gloom and
blinding bight, i- counted ever after
ward as " the night,”
Such a night came to Kedoletle. It
was the hour that Willie had anticipat
ed when he made her make a .solemn
promise " for her good."
A night, of storm, of wild w ind and
drenching rain. Hut wind and rain
seemed (ceble elements in comparison
with the cruel anger, the passionate up
braiding, and pitiless threats that form
ed the actual dark pre-eminence of the
eventful night.
I hie bright seem; stood out in relief
against the stormy background—the
opening of a door in answer to a faint,
despairing knock; a beaming home
room, warm with (ire-light and gay with
cheerful lamps; kind faces, kind voices,
sympathy, encouragement, help. So
every dark night—even the daikesl
has its friend.
Hefure morning dawned Kedoletle,
urged with all the gentle and firm aid
of which she had need, was speeded
forth on a journey that "as to east into
a higher plan her whole future life. Hy
the time night had glimmered iutoday
Kedoletle had made her escape.
Examination week at the famous
girl-' school of N had reached its
dosing act. Compositions were to he
rea I in the afternoon; prizes were to he
awarded; and at evening a collation
would he spread at half bast ten in the
11< >t spacious but particularly attractive
grounds of the N seminary, to end
in garden-party style, with hand of
music and a merry dance, the arduous
exercises of the week.
Intense interest gathered about this
closing afternoon. Indeed, when one
considers how small a part of the great
world the female seminary of N ,
with all it' fame, actually was, it was
wonderful how intense this interest be
came. One would say, who happened
to peep into the greenroom of the com
position-readers, w aiting with cold fright
or with hectic agitation, each for iier
turn to be called upon the stage, that
the result of this evening would he
I something momentous enough to cause
nil aberration in I Hi' course of our plan
jet, or, at the verx least, a trembling in
its (inward 'tcp.
This impression would not have been
lessened hy reading the titles of the
1 compositions "Woman of our t'en
tiny," "The Dead Hast burying its
Dead;" " Hie Future of the American
Kepnbhe" a very line thing, and win
1 tier of the first prize; “Spiritual Ten
dencies of \slronomieal Keseareh;"
"Darwin's Development Theory con
fronted with H'gvle’s Deign of Law;"
" 1- Dennis Hereditary, and if so, from
the Halernal or the Maternal Suit'? with
Statistics from Dalton, carefully com
piled." and so (Mi, and so forth.
Very simply, aflet tins array, came
the announcement given hy the princi
pal of the seminar; " A Mountain
Hrook," hy Miss K. Kane.
('losing exercises had been lengthened
beyond their lived lime, and daylight
was departing as Mi- Kam' made her
appearance from the greenroom, com
position in hand. A side window had
to he open( and to give sulVteienl light, and
through this opening came a rosy glow
that almost atoned tor tin' lack of iloral
tributes such as had overwhelmed the
entrance of every other reader. Not a
single Mower was thrown to w elcome
the coining of Miss K. Kane. "A
friendless girl," many of (he audience
thought. Hut no one in the world is a
friendlc-s girl, so the -nddenly opened
window said: for I lie sunset glow poured
in and enshrined her feel, and illnmin
i'd her garments, ami crowned her
voting head with Mowers of light.
\nd in a timid hut clear voice the
composition was read. " \ Mountain
Hrook," not scientific or erudite, hut a
(heme of action, and taking as a simile
of a useful life the trite figure of a river
heai ing from its rocky solitude, through
wood and through field of grain, and
over mill-wheel and hy the town, its
ever augmenting stream of refreshing
and compelling force.
The trite comparison was treated with
a novel grace. And one thing was
quite remarkable about the composi
tion a description of (he scenery in
which the Mountain Hrook was suppos
ed In receive from high authority its
mission through the thirsting earth.
This description was so vividly accurate
(luit any one familiar with a certain
mountain locality would have recog
nized at mice that the “ Hrook" sprang
to light under the fern fanned cavern
of Hlock Height,
No one among the audience, however,
was familiar with tHut particular nook
of upland scenery. No one, excepting
a handsome young man who had drawn
to himself during the afternoon tin;
shyly admiring glances of very many
of the girls. He had been restless, like
the watchci who impatiently awaits the
striking iji'the hour. When Miss Kami
entered lie liccatm* still and satisfied,
like the watcher when the hour has
struck.
" Kedoletle! She has fulfilled her
promise."
These two unspoken sentences ex
pressed the mental impression, com
plete. For to this young man, through
the live years, including his Senior Year
at college, his law study, his energetic
establishment of law oraclice, “ Kcdo
h'lte" had Imo ii the embodiment of all
that is -weetcsl in a girl. Aial "she
has fn I filled her promise,” referred not
so much to the fact that this sweetest
girl had kepi her word to him as that
she had kept her word to Time kepi
the promise of the lovely child to In
the loveliest woman.
" Kedoletle!" said Willie.
They had entered one of the arbors
that had been improvised of cedars to
adorn the garden tele. They hail been
walking arm and arm through the
grounds for a long time; for one of the
earliest guests of the ovening had heen
Willie 1/ockc, and he had rushed inline
dialely to Kedolelte’sside, and had kept
her to himself all the ' vetting. They
chose to walk in the garden rather than
join in the dance, for theV had so much
to ray. And they had talked over their
five years of separation and its leading
events before (bey went into the arbor
to test.
The last thing K'-dolettee had said in
the walk was, “Si now, Willie, thanks
to the inspiring leader of toy choice, f
am ready to lake some part in the
movement of my time. My schooling
here is ended. My little inheritance is
made secure. lam my own mistress
now. I should like, if possible, to do a
little good in the world; and the only
question with me now is. ■ Mow shall f
no it best ?’ ”
And here it was that Willie with a
sudden movement drew her into the
arbor, and said, with such an electric
vibration in hi-voice as made her heart
seem for an instant to stop to beat,
" Kedoletle!"
Something so far beyond the simple
name was implied by Ins vital utter
ance of it that she made no response.
“ Since I wir- happy,” lie said, "to
guide you aright once, let me he your
guide again. Let me tell you, Redo
lette, my angel, my queen, how yon can
do the most good in the world how I
am sure yon can do the most good —”
|{e paused, and Kedoletle,whose; eyes
had been tremulously oast down, lifted
her glance to his.
Am! before she had lime to really
| look, to see all ho mount hoforo sho
had timo to lot (ho question. "llmv?"
pass hor hoautifnl rod lips, ho had soi/-
10l hor in his strong arms, ho hail an
swered hor at onoo and forever;
| "As mil irih
Humor.
It shall ho written on A. Hewitt’s
| tomhstono "lloro lios tho man whom
everybody kiokod.” Ilnftahi Kijuvss.
A lawyor, who wanted a postpone
ment, appealed to the Judge to “let tho
broad a\o of justice ho swung hy tho
hand of moroy.” It was swung,
t'ats can't livo at a groutor olovalion
than Id.tHH' feet ahovo tin* level of tin'
soa; hut (hoy tinivo splendidly on a
ridgo-polo. Hoicvsfir /Vow.
Now York ami St. Louis Join ('hioago
in a wild shrink for tho Motl'ot hell
punch Tho idoa is, wo snpposo, to
make drinking tho duty of ovory putri
olio man. ItufUihi Frprrss.
A ministor did a wedding ceremony
‘‘up brown" tho othor da\ whon ho
marriod Mr, l>avid I Hrown, a hrown
hairod man, olothod in hrown suiting,
to Miss Minnio Hrown, u brown-eyed
maidon, likewise dressed in hrow n.
I'ho following is u San Kranoisoo ad
M'rlisomont "t’orrospondonoo is so
lioitod from hourdod ladios, (‘iroassiuns.
or othor fomalo ouriositios, who, in ro
turn for a lino hoart and dovolod hns
hand. would Iravol during (ho summer
months, and allow him to tako tho
money at tho door."
V mothor whoso orving infant mado
Hi o si'nnon of hor pastor almost inan
ihhlo, was going from tho hull, whon
tho clergyman spoko up, saying: "My
good woman, don't go away. Thohahy
doosn'l distnrh mo." "It isn't for dial
I loavo, sir," was tho reply, “ It's you
that distnrhs tho Irnhy."
Mr. Sanmol 1,. t’lomons and his fami
ly aro going to (iormany on (ho lllh of
April for a slay of two years. Lot
Mark Twain romomhor Longfollow
and W hittier and Holmes, and not go
hooping it up “ too rough " on Kasior
W illiam and Hisntarokand VonMoltke.
They do those things difierently in
I iormany, yon know . Ilinliiii)tiiii llnuk -
(‘I/O.
A i onnsylvania paper says that sev
eral persons who had pleaded that they
couldn't pay their honest debts,hooauso
as I hoy sa id. they lost their nionoy in
the Minors’ Trust Hank, felt very ohoap
w hen tho list of creditors was published
and their names did not appear.
Little snoh (loudly): "Whose 'orses
are those, mv man?” Swell groom
(who does not approve of liberties);
‘‘Yours, sir." L. S.: "Mine! wot d'ver
mean?" tirooin; "Why, sir, if I'm
your man these must ho your 'ossos.
(Collapse of liltlosnoh.) I.onilun Fuu.
A Now Jersey editor is in lin k. Ile
eently a neighbor presented him with a
side of pork and twenty yards of sau
sage, and the next day Ids wife dislo
oaleil her Jaw w hile yawning, and was
unable to sa\ a word. A much more
cheerful lone is now discernible in his
editorials, and Ins face always wears a
radiant onile,
Snikes says he has thought over it a
good deal, and he wonders if the curi
ous phenomena have been generally
observed that, to day was to-morrow
ye -lerday, and yesterday yesterday was
today. Tomorrow today is to-mor
row, but tomorrow to morrow is day
after to iinn row to-day. Yesterday to
morrow is to-day, and yesterday to-day,
w ill be day before yesterday to-morrow,
The day after tomorrow to-day will be
to morrow to morrow, and to-morrow
to day w ill be to-day to-morrow,
\ Very Interesting Case,
now being successfully treated at Dr.
I'otid's Cancer Institute at Aurora, 111,,,
is that of Mr. Hamitel Waters, of Lin
coin, 111. A year ago last October a
small lump made its appearance on
Mr. Waters’ left cheek; this lump (level
oped under the erroneous treatment of
the local physicians into a virulent can
cer, and, up to the time he came to Dr,
I’ond about the middle of January -
he had bad Im lumps taken from his
cheek. Such was the poisonous nature
of the cancer that the entire side of his
face was covered and his left eye closed.
Now. the cancer is removed, the eye is
free, the vision unimpaired, and a
healthy growth of llesh has set in. All
this has been accomplished, Mr. Wa
ters says, without one tenth of the pain
In' had millered under his previous
treatment, and he wishes many limes
he had come to Dr. I’ond sooner.
WIIAT h Foiitink?—What does thou
mean by fortune? If mere chance,
then to envy the lot of others, or mur
mur at thine, own, is folly; if i'rovi
dence, then it is impiety; for whatever
goodness, guided by unerring wisdom,
doth, must be so well done that it can
not be mended; and whatever is merely
in the power <>f a blind, giddy and in
constant humor (which is the notion by
which men choose to express fortune),
can neither lie prevented, fixed or reg
ulated.
NO. 33.

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