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■■ Hritu; Mi- my btokoii luir|>," In 1 > ibl:
■■ Wo both are wrecks—hut 11? u 1 :!1
Throiiiih nil t bo ringing tones luivo tlcil.
Their echoes lliurer roltml it null;
It hail some sjolpi'ii stniiL'#. 1 know,
but that was lung-how long
■ 1 cannot see it' tanilsheil ""hi,
1 cannot hoar its viuiisheit tone.
Scarce can mv trcmhlitnr Hauers I oh!
The piUareil frame to long their owi..
W e la>tlt are wrecks a while apt
It hail some silver strings ! Know .
“ Hal on them Time too Imar has play ml
I'he solemn si ram that know s no etninire.
Ami where if ohl my linger- slrayeil.
The chords they titul are new ami 'trails;e— j
Vr>' Iron strings 1 know l know
W e both are wrecks ot long ago!
We hotti are wrecks -a shuttered lail
sti;oi.;e to ourselves til Time's disguise.... |
W hat siiv ve to the love-siek air
That bro'ugl t the tears from Mariati'seyes*
Ay! trust nie- under t,roasts of snow
Hearts could ho melted le.'g ago,
Ur will ye hear the storm-song's crash
That from Ins dreams the soldier woke,
And hade him face the lightning Hash
When battle's i loud in thumlr broke V
Wrecks -nought hut wrecks! the time was, |
We two were worth a thousand men J
And so the broken harp they bring
W itli pitying smiles that none could blame ;
Alas! there's not a single string
Of all that tilled the tarnished frame !
Hut see ! like child!'i n overjoy ed,
ilis Hagers rambling thtoiigli the void.
1 clasp thee! Ay .. .mine ancient lyre . . |
Nav guide mv wandering lingers.,..There, i
They love to dally with the wire
As Isaac i I wed with V.sau's halt , .
Hush! ye shall hear the famous tune
Thill Marian called The breath oi .tune!"
And so they strielly gallier round:
Uapt in Ilis tuneful trance he seems ,
His lingers move; but not a sound!
A silence like the song of dreams. ..
■■ There! ye have heard the air,” lie cries. i
That brought the tears to Marian's eyes!"
Ah, smile not at his fond conceit;
Nor deem ins fancy wrought in vain ;
To Hi in the unreal sounds are sweet -
No discord mars Hie silent strain
St ored on life's latest, slailil page
I'he voiceless melody of age.
Sweet are the lips of all that sing.
W hen Nature's music breathes unsought.
Hut never yet could voice or string
So truly shape our temlerest thought
As w hen hy life’s decay in" lire
<nir lingers sweep the straigless lyre!
Mhinti: Miiiilhli/,
"I,OVI. WINS 1,0VK.”
" Good-hye, Josephine. Von w ill not
forget our pleasant companionship of
the past few weeks, will you, little
friend ?”
The summer sun was just going out
of sight behind the tall hills which rose
far above the little ml farm-house cov
ered with climbing roses and clematis,
and its last rays lighted the tops of the
tall trees in the distance, while the en
tire valley rested in the shade of the
approaching evening. Afar olf the
call of the cow hoy sounded, ringing
out upon the stillness with a monotony
that grated harshly upon the car of the
stylish young man who leaned so lazily
against the fence that enclosed Farmer
Granger's neat little home. Ilis black
eyes were fixed searehingly upon the
sweet face of a young girl who stood
just inside the gale-way, one slender
hand restingupcn the gate, which stood
open. At his words there had been an
eager, upward glance of the Jirown
eyes, which dropped beneath the pierc
ing look of her companion. Slowly
the color faded out of the perfect face,
and a slight shiver passed over her
•lender form, hut only for a moment —
then she raised her head proudly ami
half defiantly as she replied:
"Indeed, Mr. Courtney, 1 cannot
promise. <if course 1 shall not entirely
forget, hut time, you know, changes
everything so completely that we can
not he sure of anything. In one month
you will have forgotten that there is
suc h a place as t licit Cottage and its in
mates. Is it not so?"
“Forget you. ,h>ie? Never!" was
the answer, a ring of falseness in the
low tone as he replied.
“ I prefer to he called Josephine, Mr.
Courtney, and I do not wish you to
make any rash promises," a laugh
coming from the sweet lips as easily as
if the little heart beating so rapidly was
not filled w ith the keenest pain.
" How can you ho so cruel to me, Jo
sephine? Have 1 indeed been mistaken
in thinking that you have enjoyed our
companionship, oven as 1 have? Oh,
iosephine, you do not realize how your
sweet face will haunt me as 1 go out
from your presence into the world
There was a little truth in the. so words,
and for the moment he really regretted
the pastime which had been such cruel
sport, and which had resulted in his
winning the love of this sweet country
lass, Josephine Granger. He knew she
loved him, despite the coldness and
lighl-heaiTedne-s she had assumed.
" Walk with me a- far as the elm,
will you no! ?" said he, turning slowly
away at length,
"Certainly, Mr. Courtney, if you
wish; although 1 might as well hid you
good-bye here, 1 suppose," said Jo-o
phiue, as -lie passed out through the
gateway, bringing it shut behind her.
The road wound along beside a small
river on the one side, while on the
. ther ruse the tail hills previously men
tioned. There was a sad murmur in
the music of the river this evening
which Josephine had never noticed be
fore. The twitter of the bfrds annoyed
aer: and the lowing of the cows, home
ward bound, sounded, for the first time
in her life, disagreeable: The <un had
£Oiu i out of sight, leaving shadows in
its place. just as tho suushino of hov
life \va> departing. Sno had boon so
happy horo m hor country homo, eon
tont to porfonn hor tasks without a
wish for what lay beyond hor humblo
sphere. Six wooks ago, 1.00 Courtney
had prosontod hinisolf at Olen Cottage
and desired board for two wooks. Tito
two had multipliod themselves into six,
howovor. and now a summons from
his father, in tho form of a telegram,
had caused him to paok up his etl'eots
without loss of time and take his de
parture. His stay at the little red farm
house, or “ tilen foliage," as ho himself
had ehristened it. had been most pleas
ant, and as he walked slowly along the
thought of the girl who had met him so
frankly upon his arrival at her home,
tilled his room with (lowers, prepared
his favorite dishes and puked the ripest
berries for him. and involuntarily his
eyes rested upon her now walking by
his side. She seemed a different being.
The former was a happy girl, without a
trace of care in the lovely brown eyes;
the latter seemed a woman. The erect,
even haughty, figure walked steadily
by his side, hut there was a look of sor
row in the eyes which could not he con
cealed. The hand which carried a
bunch of sweet clover trembled slightly
as he took it gently in his own. They
reached the " elm tree " at length, and,
pausing, Josephine said with a smile :
“Well, .Mr. Courtney. 1 wish you a
pleasant journey home, and a pleasant
one through life,”
Her coolness vexed him, :uul ho
made a sudden resolve to compel her
to own that she loved him. Where
would ho tin l harm, ho roasonod. If
harm thoro was, it had alroady boon
dom 1 , so turning i|tiiokly toward Imr,
ho clasped I nit h hor lit lK* toil-stained
hands in his own, saying softly
“Josephine, my darling, how can my
life jonrnoy ho pleasant tudi'ss you
share it with mo! My lovo, toll mo
that I may return to you, may win you
and lake yon away front this country
life to a homo you are so much hotter
adapted to adorn. My sweet girl, toll
mo that you lovo mo "
Withdrawing her hands from his
grasp she covered hor blushing face
with them, while the hunch of sweet
clover fell unheeded to the ground, hut
she made no reply.
“ Toll me, Josephine, do yon care for
mo?” said ho, drawing hor closely to
his side and gently forcing the hands
from hor face. At length she raised
hor head timidly, the color coming and
going in waves of crimson and while,
as sin' murmured softly:
“ Yes, Loo, 1 do love yon w ith all my
heart; hut 1 —l—thought you wore only
amusing yourself at mv expense.”
There beneath the old elm they .-loud
talking until the coming shadows of
night warned Josephine that she must
return home. The parting was hitter
to the girl, and her evident sorrow
tuuehed even Lee Courtney's callous
heart and caused him to exclaim to
himself, when at length hi' found him
self alone upon the road leading to the
village of (Henville .
“1 am a precious rascal, and no mis
take 1 What possessed me to make the
girl love me? Well, time will cure her
of her folly, and I will stop this business.
I’y < ieorge, 1 pitied her, but it cannot
be helped now; and now for home and
Nora Weston's bright eyes and golden
charms, I wish Josephine had Nora’s
wealth. Ido believe I should like the.
former best if it were at all prudent to
do so. I will write her a dozen letters
or so and gradually let the allair die
away. Confound it ! I do believe 1
have got a conscience after all 1”
Hack again to the quiet home so
lonely now, so desolate. One by one j
the stars came forth, and anon the
moon shone down upon the quiet spot,!
lighting it with tender radiance, and 1
falling upon the sad face of the girl
who leaned from her chamber window,
her eyes misty with unshed tears, wan
dering toward the village whose tall
church spires she could just distinguish
iu the distance —thinking of him who
had made so great a change in her quiet
life. She could never be the same
again, free from care, content to per
form her homely tasks, earing for
naught but her home, her parents and
the few humble friends of her girlhood.
She must study must fit herself for
the home to which he had promised to
take her. Site would go away where
she could learn all the graces h> so
much admired. Her parents would
miss her, but they would learn to do
without her, and when she had ontained
the knowledge she so much desired,
and she was Lee Courtney's wife, they
should spend the declining years of life
with her. At length she gave one last,
lingering look to the village where he
was stopping for the night, and then she
sought her couch, but not to sleep.
She heard the whistle of the departing
train which boro him away in the early
dawn and she could hut wonder at the
dreary heart-ache, the utter desolation
that came to her at the sound.
A lovely day—the sun shone, the
birds warbled, the air was filled with the
sweetest odors. Josephine Granger was
seated in the shade of a tall maple
which stood near her home. She held
an open letter in her hand, and a sweet,
glad light shone from her lovely eyes.
lajc really loved her—he had not for
gotten her as she had feared when day
aft or day passed ami there had entile no
word front him. flu’ two weeks that
had elapsed sittee he had lelt her
seemed like so many months to the
voting girl, hut now she held his first
letter, brief and not just w hat she had
fondly boned it would he, hut neverthe
less si kttrr, and now the world bad onee
more put on a look of beauty. There
was not the faintest thought in her
heart but that he loved her. She must
tell her parents tune, and they would let
her go away where she would reeeive
an edueation whieli would tit her to he
Lee Courtney's w ife. A step near by
arrested her attention, and glancing
quickly upward she saw a young matt
approaching her, tall and sun hunted,
but nevertheless handsome and manly.
A shade of annoyance passed over her
face at heutg lints disturbed in Iter day -
dreams, but it gave way to a look ot
pleasure as she made room for him at
Iter side, at the same time saying:
"Well, Frank, you are hack again. 1
ant glad to see you. How do you like
your new home?"
"Oh, little girl, it is put a jolly place.
1 really think there’s not a handsomer
farm this side the Copueelieut than
mine. Mother's n liiftg 'otiesonte, the
folks being all -traugeis to her, yon
know." he replied, a little awed by the
change he fell rather than saw tit the
girl by his side.
"Of course that was to have been ( x
peeted, Frank, fit ere are not many
old ladies who would have so willingly
given up the home which had been
theirs for so many years, as did your
mother! She is well, is she not?"
“Vos, nit, vos, she is woll Iml, 1 say,
littlt't;iil, what's come over von? Yon
don’t sooiu at all liko tlto Josephine 1
loft al Clenvillc depot the day wo wont
away. Are you sick ?’’
A Hush dyed hor faoo, hut she laugh
iugly replied:
"No, Frank, 1 am not sick -on the
eontrary, 1 am perfectly well and han
py,’’ a tender light coming into hor
eyes as she raised them to hor compan
ion's fact'. Why not tell him of the
love which had eomo into hor life? lie
had been her friend always, her com
panion to and from school, the one true
and constant friend that takes the place
of a brother, lie had hot n the one to
show her whore the nicest homes grew,
to gather pond-lilies for her in short,
she had loved him as if ho had boon
her brother, and when he had sold the
old rocky farm on the hill-side and
bought a larger one upon the hanks of
the Connecticut, distant some twenty
miles from her home, she had shod
biller tears. Me had been absent but
three months and il iron pleasant to
have him hack again, and -yes, she
would tell him; but iirst she would ac
quaint him with her intention of lea\ ing
home, so, looking up into his kindly
face, she said suddenly
"lam going away, Frank. I intend
to go to some large school for young
ladies,and 1 wish to hesonietbing more
than an uneducated farmer’s daughter. ’’
Then, not noting the pained look that
came into his lace, she said softly,
hiding her blushing face from his eager
ga/.e: “I I wish to tell you something,
brother Frank, but I don’t know how
to tell it.”
There was no reply for a moment,
then, looking up, .Josephine saw that
the browned face had grown quite pale.
“You don’t, need to tell me, little
girl,” his pet naiui for her always. ‘‘l
heard something al the village, but I
would not. could not believe it. I see
now that it is true. < )h, Josephine, did
you not guess that I loved you, that 1
w'as coming back for you? That city
chap could not care for you a tenth
nai l what I do and always have."
“I am so sorry, Frank. 1 never
thought you eared or me in this way,”
| murmured Josepliine, bursting into
tears of real sorrow.
“ No, little girl; 1 see how foolish I
; was. I might ban won your love had
I toki you ol my ovn before Lee Court
j ney turned your head with his soft
Words that meant nothing to him, but
Which won your leirl at oneo. Oh,
Josephine! I can’t ’eali/e it yet, you
know I can’t belitve that I have lost
you. I have loved vou all my life, little
There was an earnestness m the
words and lone ol Frank Clyde’s voice
that the girl had njissed in the smooth,
honied words of lee Courtney, and il
struck her more fifeibly than ever be
fore as she contrasted the two the one
rough and uneultired, hut so good and
noble, the other deli, handsome, well
educated, hut yit lacking something
which she could n*t d< tine, hut it gave
her the he irt-a< honevertheless.
"Oh, Frank, dm'l talk to me any
more about il, fail can never he, you
know. You mustftlways he my broth
er just tin- same, md we will try to for
get you ever etna for me in any other
"Forget yon, iltle girl? 1 shall as
soon forget the sm that sliim- as to for
get the love I hare given you. 1 shall
go away, hut J shall always love you
just the san e. Cood-hye, little girl.”
His voice grew husky as he spoke, an 1
rising from lis seat by her side, he
threw both arm around her, held her
one momeii ;o his heart, pressed a
long, lingering kiss upon tin' Mushed
forehead, aid turning quickly he hur
ried aw ay, iof pausing or looking hack.
It was yean ere they met again.
It was a lovely day hi autumn when at
last Josephine stood in tin' door-way of
hir humble homo, ready equipped for
hor departure, 11 or mothor stood noar
by wiping tho fast falling lours upon tho
oornor of hor calico apron, hor heart
Idled with grief at this parting. Thoro
had boon expostulations and enlreatus
when her daughter had inado known
hor dotormination to toavo homo, but
lho> had boon of no avail, so at last
tho worthv tannor and lus wife had sot
about preparing for their daughter'* de
partnro with sorrow tilled hearts. The
day long dreaded had arrived, and now
the hour of parting had eome. Her
father earried her to the village, where
she was to take the afternoon tiain for
her destination, a large llourishing
town in New York. Old ties were
broken now, and anew life, new a>
soeiations. were to be formed. Her
heart beat high with hope, notwith
standing the real grief she felt at leav
ing home. I would gladly follow her
tlmnigh the weeks that eame, but
space will not permit! 1 will simply
say that her school life proved all that
she had anticipated. She learned easily
and rapidly. Letters eame from home
eveiy week, and from Lee Courtney
ot-twiomllji. She stilled any fear she
may have fell at his coolness, and time
pas od quickly awav.
It was in tlie early spring I '.me w hen
she knew at last that the one hope of
her life had crumbled, as it w ere, into
ashes. Several weeks had elapsed
since she had received a letter from
Lee, anil her companions hint noticed
that the sweet face had grow n paler and
her happy laughter no longei rang out
in unison with (heir own. One evening
the mail bag had been earried into the
long dining-hall to be opened and the
contents to la* distributed among the
many pupils assembled there. There
wax no sign from Josephine, when at
length it was emptied and earried
away, that she had expected a letter,
yet she had fell so sure that she should
hear from him that night, Her head
ached and throbbed terribly, so arising,
she asked to be excused and left the
room and sought her own, where she
knelt down by the window an old
habit which clung to her in her new
life and ga/ed wearily out upon the
ground surrounding the seminary. A
long time she knell there, but at length
her room mate Kllen Weston, entered
the room with a song upon her lips.
She earried a paper in her hand.
“ I declare Josephine, what hint come
over yon ! You are as sober as an
ow l,” she said.
“ You have received good news, 1
conclude, Kllen,” said her friend,
wearily arising from the window.
*' Yes, and you have none. That ac
counts for your long face. Von reeeol
leel hearing me speak of my cousin
Nora, do you not ? ’
*■ Yes, and yon promised to show me
her picture/’ replied Josephine, wilU an
attempt at animation.
“ Yes, 1 will do so, and also that of her
husband. They were married last
Wednesday, and this paper contains an
account of the wedding. After you
have looked at their pictured faces I
will read yon what, this paper stales in
regard to them,” returned Kllen.
A moment later she had procured
two photographs, and after a hasty
glance at them, threw them on the table
beside which her friend was seated,
Josephine took up the pictures, and her
gaze fell upon the face of Lee ('ourtiiey,
‘ I low came you by Lee Courtney's
picture? ” siie asked, turning her while
lace toward her friend.
“ Why, In* i- eon.-in Norii’n huhand.
.loHephine; hut where <l l< i you ever nee
him, in tin* name of wonder ? ” replied
Kllfii in Murjii'iHc,
She did not faint; even llm hlis* of'
uncoiiKcioiiHiii'HH wasdcnii'd her. After
ward dm remembered tluil die hud
given hoi i h * common-place answer, and
Ilii’ii,' ‘ii iiikiiij hoiiii' remark nlioiil her
aching head, had sought her hod, and I
through the long hours of the night hud
fought with tho pain at 1 11 • r crushed
heart. Him hiuv it all now .-aw how
blind Him had been from tho hist. Two
week later there eanm a letter to tlm
anxioiiH jairentH at llm furm-hoiise, say-
“ Katlmr nmllmr you will have
Inarm'd ere you reeei vc thin how basely
I havo been dtreived. I eannol talk of
it yet llm pain is too severe; neither
can J remain here at Hchool or return to (
you. Ho hy the time you receive thin I
.-hall 1m far away. A lady a friend of
my room male wi-lms a companion on
a journey to Kuropc, and him kindly
con-cnled to allow me to till that place.
II I live I uliall return to you in lime,
(tooddrye, dear kind parent*.
Your unhappy daughter,
Through all the yearn that followed
there came no sign that dm yet lived,
until ten long year* hail panned then
to the care-worn parent* there came at
la.-t a letter, telling them that dm wan
yet alive and would he with them al
most a* Boon as her letter reached them.
JoHcphine (iranger left home a young
full of tiope. Him returned a woman,
beautiful and wealthy, and no more to
he compared with what dm had once
been than in the ehoicoKt garden flower
to the Birnplc field daisy, The lady in
whose company dm had travelled had
learned to love tlm sad, pale-faced girl, 1
and when at last death overtook tier.
Josephine learned to her surprise that
her kind friend had heipieiithed a large
portion of lirr vast wealth to herself.
Homo again, at last ! There was inti
nit >- rest in tin' kn n\ ledge. and she
would icmain thoro until alio could do
onto what to do in tho future.
“ Mothor,” said sho. tho day aflorhor
arrival homo, " 1 havo novor hoard ono
word concerning Frank Clyde sinoo 1
lott homo. Is ho yot living " “
" Vos, my ohild; and if yon w ill go to
ihtiroh with us to morrow you will soo
him," said her mothor.
vu tno morrow sho onoomon entered
tlu> lit lU' whito ohuroh at Ulonvillo, hut
tho faces raisod to her own woro nearly
all strange to hot. InvohmtariK hoi
eyes sought (ho pow where, years ago,
sho had boon wont to soo tho kindly faoo
of hov friend, Frank Clyde. Mrs.i’lydo
sat thoroalono.
“ Frank is Into, doubtless.” sho
thought, bottling horsoll haok into hoi
soul, and raising hor oyos to tho old
fashioned puljiit. Tho mmislor aroso,
and in a oloar, ini|>iissionod voioohognn
tho sorvioos of tho day. Surely sonio
w horo sho had hoard that voioo. Could
it ho hor old fnoud, Frank Clyde? An
hour lalor sho stood hoforo him and
toll tho warm clasp of his hand and
hoard him woloomo hor homo in tho
sanio old voioo, cultivated now. to ho
suro, hut still tho sanio. I lor li no friend
always, sho realized at that nioniont
wiial sho had thrown away tho pim
gold for the glistening linsol. Afiorward
sho loarnod how Ins disappointed ho|ios
had oausod him to --oil tho farm ho had
bought flunking s/a would have his
homo with him, and go away; and how
his mothor oaiuo to hvo with tho lonloy
parouts sho had dosorlod, during his ad
•onoo from his nalivo place, Two yoars
hoforo .loso|ihmo' roturu ho had ad
drossod tho nooiilool (in nvillo from tin
litllo jMilpit m tin* littU' old ohuroh,
Ouo your after hor roturu tho wed
ding bolls rang out a joyful peal as arm
in arm Frank Clyde and Josephine
(iraugor walked into that sanio litllo
ohuroh to ho mado ono for Ilio rotnain
dor of Ihoir livos; and when lator on
that sanio day sho onlorod hor own
homo, thoro stolo into hor hoar! onoo
moro porfool lost and peace.
IT) it in )• ho n I Nat ii ro.
Nuraiut'iHtt, H*al.> Him*.
Mim. L,, til San iM’iuinscu, a innut os
timahlo lady, has boon Iho ohsorvod of
all observers this sonsou at Santa Cm/.
tho admiration of tho gentlemen and
onvy of tho ladies. Ilandsonio, grano
ful and ohiirming on land, sho was per
footion in iho wator, and by hor hold
and splendid swimming furnishod en
joyment to horsolf and wonderment to
hor loss a ‘ooniplishod aoipiainlanoos,
Sho woro a light lilting bathing suit,
which oovorod hor from bond to fool,
hut failed to oonooal hor beautifully
moulded limbs, Tho women said it
was art pure art; that undor hor bath
ing-suit sho oonooalod pads and padding
to disguise hor paucity of charms, and
that hor astonishing endurance in the
wator was duo to plenty of cork simi
larly hidden. Mrs. 1,, of course hoard
of it, anil one day, instead of riding
down to the hoaoli in tier carriage with
hor bathing costume on, as had been
her custom, sho resolutely marched
down to tho bathing houses, procured
one nf the ordinary light costumes and
tripped down to the beach the cynosure
of all eyes, her hum limbs challenging
criticism. She then swam out into (lie
surf a mile, Moating ami disporting her
self in the arms of old Neptune, and
returned. A t a result of her roup dr
linin' the won,on wore discomfited, the
voice of envy silenced and Iho men
raved worse than over.
Woman n>* a Taster anti a Smeller.
Tim I'nll Mall (hi-'llr my* that tin*
mill kt'tl superiority of women over mt'ii
is mi few jiouittt morn remarkable (l.an
in their superior powers of smelling anil
tasting. A woman will deleel tin*
faintest odor of tobacco when a man,
I'Vcn (hough a non-smoker, often fail*
In discover any symptom of it. A*
with Hindi mo With taste. Women are
marvelously acute ami fastidious in the
matter of sauces and all Havering in
gredients. This faculty has been recog
nized in a moNt pleasing manner by the
composition of the jury who arc to de
cide in Paris on the merilM of the mus
tards of various nations. The mustard
congi ess is to consist of twelve die
men and an eijual numher of ladies.
This arrangement, it is stated, is owing
to a suggestion that the palates of men
are vitiated hy smoking; whereas, wo
men, who do not, a* a rule, indulge in
that pernicious hahil, are likely to he
better ipialilied to form a correct opin
ion on the merits of condiments.
lIIMV to (ltd Sick.
K.vpotn yourself day and night; eat
too much without exercise; work 100
hard without rest; doctor ad the time;
take all the vile nostrums advertised,
and then you will want to know
How to Het Well.
Which is answered in three words—
Take Hop Hitters? Bee other column.
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It has been decided that the only time
you are at liberty to hug another man's
wife is at bathing or dancing.

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