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1 1 ito U a friend ihiiai lli nr tluiii.. 1 1 I . Ila thou ood fellow and.unilor ban. WlKirobav linutthmit-let mento . liut, timhl what ipttr? .llimi', I) Uian. Till In a bund Jin liuiiilli'd wiml, No nil ap tliyiHii, mill clink with ma; Out wltli lliy trmiulu thou liiwtiny word- lloi to friend hall tKt fortuoe. . Thirty yeurs mul'sturm win t ' I i 'I I Trailed pike1 In- t luilders-rough' "work thre-- x ' J Y ' , - . : I Hlonniiil fort, mu-kcil cltloa paa that by, Also tlid woipnn ilriiKKcd 'lM halrl TJiiirn must howililliir, I Htippoiin, , , Ho Iiiiir a klnn AMd peoples be; " , Marry, nir, 'tin H world of lilowii, ' ' Hut lii ru Ih a irliijid ual IlKlit Tur jtlioo. " Kreo lanafrni!boUir," run til 0iiK . t Writ by some iikulkinjr clin k, I wiif. U ' I uovor do poiiefitul buryhpcH wrong,, , , Niir kiHH a woiiiun. un' alio would not; , Never tnko puino but from tlio (louil, ', , That ar luiuf punt Hpiindlnk unlike ma, Who acok not your Kold, but good Instead, For Imrs Utbftfiiiadslmn lhrtor thuo. What knaves bo thcuer No friends of mine. I'll parley, with tboni. What, want V hnnig-'' ' The Hpliudi oiyiny mlln pURWl li wne Will draw on y, d'ogu, If you duro como near." " ' ' . , '. '' Have at ye, Minn, without a word Man iiiiotiKh yet for two or throe. Old follow; thou Bit 6110 friend-ifliy w"6rf, Kor thlH la -Mia frlond that Hunts ror tnim II. 11. Sliniiluril, in llarptr't for March. The Wooin of thte Heart' V ' j.oi-qorc i i.TJIX;-Ui .S Under the bine of the tnld-Miyr.sky, , mf Under the HUflivVfiT litoA.4Ul Hjnt.Lu Wiiti-liliij cluiid-HliallopH diiftHK Idly by, . Vm froMWj tliriifij'dn) olj fatp and. .time)", , Lulled by lliu murmur of breeze and stream, Twlltr)leiayrrtuttorfnity, Th.it hwHrtWi.H' trl'Wiif And wafrrwriftiwiniiincal wWiral1 Held liy tlittf 41 f 'T'llY"f rfrf)TT A voioutltm MAir nair' afl InflifeVdliur, Ah, but tho woad1 u-fttlrr place y., , In tbo lilooiu tjjt tbxy licut-jhu jtyy y it .SIUIiiKi(tovaU4t1ig.vuultigJliUt, , . ,;..i , In tliu deaili'ovoiiihiir'H louden dearth, "Wntchlnu the mtntii rise nhostly white. And bbmutnrjm jjhndojv; Snd qiupiiehjtMjI MiihIiii; for aJCPJffi!Tj.OTy:iR Swoot iiilKhTTThvoOiran'niiiriiiurnotbol The lomlor hopuii luid the fancies tfi-neii Tlint fiulod mid llnttorcd win lifr! fair troo; Jliiiinlnd ulwuy.by vanltihed fnoe,' ! i v . i A volue that lit liunlioil in- liu mldnlt;ht drour, ',,' Ah, but tho world In a wchiV plaop In the kIooiii b tho luiart, tho Kruy of tho year! - . . ' Tinnlry't Magazine. CONCEItilNU' A CEttiilX ritQDiOAL Oiipt. Henry liin. In Boribnor's for March. The first time I encounVjrcd1 tho latb Noah Babbitt, journoymatt pVintoi',' ho, struck mo,' as they say otrtho frontier, for a loan of dollars; ' It was in. the sanctuni oa the Commonwealth newspa- por at Topoka. He had drifteff jn from his habitual waidorings only 'tho flay bofuro, and boon put on as 'a "b,' with tho custoruary pilinisot-o rejfu lar cases" as soon a a vnoancy should ooour. Tb,iparjq night jhf ytM not at workf 1 and, Afler-tlio hit"oMhff' loafurs bad gono, and wiulo I .sot. run ning my pencil ovor 'ft' dolayij. proof hiirriedlylanu,yoxp4.wlhtl0, beat and tho buzzing f4 insects about tlio- hunp shado it was a fervid 'AUgu'st night,. I rttincinber, with not air enough to dis turb tho cXcHatieg lying Jiwsolyy ft, Uiij opan window ho tapped mo familiarly n tho nhouldor and said c ' ' ' " "Cap Vtlat luador of' yours yester day on tho lhbor qnostioti' Wirt fin uwfifl' good tiling; you sounded tho key-note and I want to congratulate you." Thoroupon jWS shook "hivods., with ex wavagant warmth, though with a rcsor alim of mutual distrust, I' think, and then wo foil to talking on. a variety of topics, ranging from pauperism to the diH-triuo of the atonement in that can did, positive ' and uncyclopodic, but picturcsiju mulgiorlii!wl, style coiirj mon to nnwspft)tr "Offlces ' f ho ' worla over. So muck did the, fellow Interest mo, that, weafy as t was wilh'lhe niglit's work, I found myself, after two hours, still patiently listening to him, as the town clock struck 4 in the morniUj. In spite of my first instinctive misgivings, he made mo liko him. Ho seemed so frank and self-confident, so observant, so quick wittefi, And so" heroically oon U'iiUhI ; and thru', ' did he not" All every lull iu the conversation with a' flutter ing reference to "my editorials? Ah, er, and camo to be quite. cordial, not IP say confidential, in our relations. Every night, almost, when 1 was waiting for tho cabalistio " 30 " thai ended the tolo graphia nows report, or nSit tho, final proofs iiad boon corrected ami the com positors had " pasted their string," he would coine slipping' into my room witli that, soft, considerate tread pe ouliar to printers when cuterlhg an edi torial sunctum, and we would talk there all alonoacat'our first' meeting,' or, if the weather was pleasant, would go forth into the night and walk the broad, smooth stroets till the moon went down. My friend was a eonlirmod "bannorite," as (he printers term it a careless, shift h;ss strolling.' Vagabond, horq to-day and there to-morrow, - without home or kindred, and treating life as a farce full of amusing chebts ' and balances, with death closing it all, at last, in a kind of unguosscd conundruin. ' He had walked thousands of miles over tho country. Ho alWays walked when he traveled. " I get sea-sick on thd'ears;" lie said to mo once, withagrirri tyulW;' and then lie addud, slowly and in a shrinking tono, "makes my foet"oW(W ride, too." During tho previous year ho had "made .. : . - . 'Vi ! 'i ,i .. ir.-i t rrttf the toucwil theheOiHd: ton Now Orleans,snd upthe Mississippi to St. Louis, and thdn across Illinois and lowa, opa nnauyTOjsppcKa.- ,110 iiuu not) WiM-kedt .oyferKteck'rf any;nfe placo, nor" rode a mile on tho' whole jonf-ney. " A hankerii', fpy senciry,i,r isrH th0 reason ue gave me ior uns cx- tfiided.rarnbie.' "And surely h hadriot Lbeofi blind- .to the shifting delights of I'tilrit nnl nnn il ml n A ft mi r ft f nfOtjf Or k lill hdij opened out before him like an un rolling piotuso.,; -jNob had , he failed, yagubbhd 'as lie 'was.' to Moto the pe- you soe P It isn't altogether, unlikely, lot me tell you, that a won behaved dog, asleep in the sun and sure of a bone for his dinner, Isn't better off than we are, with all our wisdom, and all our doubts. And vet he reverenced wisdom, I am snro, and respected all honest opinions and I think that away down. In his heart lurked a quiet' flilth in the saving power of virtue; but' I dofibt if he believed very much in tho naked moral strength of human nature. I know he once sorely tried my patience in that regard I was telling him how George Insley, known' to us both as a bardoned sped men of the printer-toper, had taken the pledge and was manfully .keeping it and after I had, finishod, . with the as surance that Insley hud not tasted liquo: for,noarly six youths (ho subsequently, shot himself, poor fellow!,), ho propped nis ncaa a moment, anu men louning up Wuu an mqreauious sumo, saiu quienjr ' Thoro was some truth in those 'Ara bian Nights ' stories, then, after all P Singularly enough, too, his skep ticism was confined 'to his own sex singularly, I say, for ho was a man. you know, and not a woman. " It was Eve liafr Virt oti'nba' nharm "nhH Via 1 'I .1 " w . r.Tii-""v maa,HPapepiiriwou Itray," he was accustomed to put1 it 'on, iNe'w York.tCakiUsM.Ada'ra 'feli' as 'a 'matte of "course.' This was a little sophistic, to be sure, as nmch of his logic was apt to be, but the sqntiment vt it was so knightly thatilt reauuy won mm vieuiiinuiuiig uis vnur eal fellow-printers, ewn,y at the expense of some disloyalty to their own persosai 1. He had been in love, .once in his Jife, this tattered; prodigal,, and . the venture could not bo called a-eomplete success He told me' 'all about it, of his own ac cord, .one restful; night is we sat on the bridge at, the 4oot of Kansas -. AvenuOj .n uBM trying traits of the a.i.erent. ist ing t .xM9 Qoim peonies amonir whom his travels had ledt- T ' ' ..!... t-i. I m 1 1 . .1 l-i-L.' ;. if in had been a bourgeois letter in a line of iKWitiaiaU-. JLi'" was bettor. than a I MI'tNofthe right well ho knew, the calculating I well, but its music is the most abomina-wreU-h, that he, too, had sounded a key-1 bla noiso I ever heard and I have nolo with thai introductory congratnfa-1 boarded in a house Where they kept a 1 iirsVi-wi fnlSnn n A urn 4-a It t r tf li - ittvnw Mm. W I.-. h.wl a l-nch inJirhf and'Hri. r r ""'-e " v " .. , ..p. slowlv. gather the shadows to its tawnv tectied a.llawof a foible of character as . " it .'' ' 'ii..i..i' v.Vi, night, for a wonder,, and I felt that it must have been some subtle Witchcraft atmosphere, rather' than the few so-so remarks" we had just jieen . ex changing about , thiL lieade's marriage with the . winsome, little singer, Minnie Boals, that so suddenly drew his eyes away from-the water and out info the vague perspective beyond tho opposite shore, and s,ent his thoughts back with a bound, as it,. were, .to .the rich .days w hen every sky . was . blue : to him i and overy sound a rapture of harmony " "She was a good, ' solemn girl,' J he began, "and! think her intentions were honorable all the time. .1 1 know,! now, that she was not handsome, for her eyes were crossed slightly, and -her cheek bones wero high; and her chin hada Re tiring turn tho face ' didn't justify, ' you understana ana ner hair inclined to redness.;, b.ut she was as beautiful to me, then, as a flower, and I loved her- very dearly. I was holding the ' ad, cases on the Quintiy Herald, in Illinois, at the time, and saving some money every week. I was expecting to be a man of family, you know. I had fixed in my own mind what 'kind of a'hbuse wo would have, where we would buy our groceries, how the children would look nd what we would name therii (there were to ue eieveiuiui liiuiii, uii gius, and a hundred ' other things that : I'm ashamed to think of now. But it was all very real to me then, I tell you. Not that I ever spoke to Isabel pretty name, wasn't it? about such matters. ' Oh, no'. -We were a very sensible pair of lovers, I can assure you, and our court ship was painfully correct. There was none of the ' yon bright orb ' nonsense about ns.': We weren't a bit ' spooney. We didn't turn the light down' nor hold each other's hands, nor say 'darling.1 Not any. Once, only once, I put my arm around her waist, and might have kissed her, may be, but she looked squarely into my face,' and said, 'You fprget,' and that was all there was of it. t used to wish, sometimes, that she! would be a little more demonstrative one gets tired of mere words, you know, in takes ' of that kiud but perhaps perhaps it was better as it was."; . ,-. He paused and pressed his hands to his forehead, as if he feared the sweet memory would slip away from him in his talk; and I sat waiting for him to proceed, busving 'mvself meanwhile book Id fnO: tamed his ownleaves; and I grew to look forward'all the day to his coming nightly visit with impatient eagerness. No doubt he lied to me many times and scandalpusly,fpr.ho was. mortal and. not, l.-lt. .1 1 t . . l-.-i. J I Si 1 Lwnoiiy wiwiuui. egousiu; urn, iie.uiu n, wnun lie ueeiueu it uuvisauie, iu tuuiu largo, overcoming,: cliff-liko way that it was almost). as good, as the truth. Where theue .is mich. to. interest, says some gurierai philosopher, there must, yot be something-to pardon, V hy the boys m the oilico called hlra ' OJd Noah,"' I could never -quite make put. . Perhaps It was because .ho. had traveled so' far and 'seon so much that' his lifo seemed to them to have been projected forwiird, sbmChowi faster1 nlrid farther than the years oounted, iOr, it may have boon that his supreme indif- 'fcrerww ito, nl the alert and urging ele ments of every-day life,'gftve to lrim, In their estimation, something -of the lean ing and waiting spjritof one aged bo- fore his time. Certianly he bore no physical signs of bfeing'an 'bid man. Ho stood erect, lacking even the depression of chusttlmt is characteristic of his craft; his eyes wore full, clear and steady; and the slight, touch of r ilver n his j whiskers made Iface srongeri rather j than weaker. He could not have been moro 'than 40 j- -ho might easily have passed for 35. Tho oldest thing about him was hisj costume, f That was always and conspicuously inthe pathetic-second childhood of decay, and always, too, out of harmony with the prevailing weather, thus appearing to have been left ' over jfrom the preceding season. Tho summer that I, saw so much of him. tbo woro a heavj', dingy, beaver-cloth . . .. . n v. .. .. . J u 1. ' A ' ,.t. coat, usuuuj' uuiKiuea iu mkauuio wita clericiu exactness too often,: I appre hend, only to hide ho want of a shirt and ho neclaretl to nio with every indi cation of truth that a pair of brown cot ton overalls ha$ fcrted t6 fctipcf; the bitter Illinois winds to his shuddorihg frame the previous winter. ! " Tho peacock is a pretty bird," ho remarked to me once, casually discours ing upon this mat tec of apparel, " but it ilofSii't count ; with all its gaudy feath ers, it can't sing worth a cent. It looks would have made a difference with me But I don't know I don't know." He relapsed into silence again, and there was only tho dull fretting of the waters about tho pior beneath us to dis turb the dull stillness until, after several minutes he resumed rapidly, now, and with apparent anxiety to have done with the subject;. 1 . " She bore with it month after month, as patiently as a nun , but she couldn't stand it always, of course, ana so sue told me, at last, not in anger, or blunt ly, but firmly, and yet sadly, I thought, that tho time had come for us to part. It would have choked mo to speak, even if speaking could have done any good, Vhich .it couldn't: so I simply took her hand for a moment it trembled, calm as she was and bowing, went away." He paused . once more, and I was on tho point of rising,, supposing he, hud said all ho desired to say, but he motion ed me to remain, and went on talking. Af tf that, i lay sick a long time eight weeks, they told me with some infer nal sort of fever, and the money I had saved wont , to the doctors. r L' pulled through, of course! u-fMon' have died from time to time, and .worms have eat en them, but .not for' love.' I don't know how jit was, but when: I got up again, my brain seemed to- be kind of incoherent 'piedyou might say and I couldn't got steady work,, and fin ally: they; began to whisper' around about; sendipgme to:7,Jacksonville-r that's .where.the crazy , asylum ia. yoa know. g Then, I braced up, and the first dark, night, Ijumped the town, without saying a word to jany body,, anderuee tnenj-weu, you Know tne rest, or agoou, deal of It ( But you didn't know you would neVer!'liave guessed if 'I hSdn'fJ eue'ssed if told .you that' it was too 1 inucH happi ness made me what I amP"' ' u" Wiih this last paradox' he i urnetf Saij tialij' aside, und I noticed. 'that ho' Avas fumbling ab'oUt 'hii' cl'oth'c's ''a.s' if in seitftih bf"'sbiriething tobacco,' 1" pre saimed.' Presently; he drew out from some -inscrutable "'hiding-place an old creased and rumpled leather pocket book, and took. from it a faded sprig of cedar, and handing it to me, said, with that glassy, cynical smile I had seen so often : "There's rosemary, that's for re membrance.'! Pray -you, love, remem ber." Then he told me Isabel had given it to him once, , 'standing by the gate, and that he had carried it through all the long years as a memento of her. When I reached it back to, him, he put it away again in the wrinkled old pocket-book as tenderly as if it had .been a tress Of hair from the; head of a dead baby,: and then,--"I wonder if she ever thinks Of WO?"' ho'said, quite seriously and we 'walked' leisurely up tho long street together,-neither of 'lis speaking a word more' untirwe Came to the corner where we had to separate, and there we merely said "good-night," and parted- I did not see him again for soma time, and when, at length, he made me an other visit, in' the afternoon' of a mellow October'day, he' informed me that; he was about to leave the town'.' 'Our planet is dropping into its annual shad ow," hesaid, with mock 'gravity, "and niust hie hie away to frosh fields and pastures new. ; "I want to commune with Nature,' yon understand ; to touch tho earth, like Animus: to eat haws and smell the fall wheat ; to mingle with the quails, and blue-jays,"and woodpeckers, and all that sort of thing. Be good to ourself, Cap. Don't work too hard,; and beware of the enemy which men put their mouths to steal away their brains. ,By-by.'"' . And before I had time to answer, he was but of my, sight and shuilling down the stairs, leaving me in a mood that was nearer sadness than I would .have cored to confess, and which, I fear, gave a downcast tinge to the Commonwealth's editorials for sev eral mornings afterward. . . He returned' in about two weeks, strange to say, and he solemnly asserted that he had only been ' "looking for a homestead." He was jaded,, foot-sore,, and as usual, a little shabbier than usual as to clothing. . He had read he said, in some real-estate paperM)f a locality, out in primeval Kausos .where corn grew wild, and live-stock waxed fat on the ozone boose at Fort Scott, and Web Wilder of the Monitor paying fines for him to keen him out of the chain-gang ; and from Fort Scott he swung aroung, about the mid dlo of December, to Topeka. "Just glided in to pay my respects," he remarked, "and to tell you I'm' off for the sunny South. I like you Kansas fellows ever so much, but I want to see the magnolias." That was all he said. An hour later, happening to Jook from my window, I saw him moving briskly down the Street, which was also the State road, and, waving his hand to me, he disappeared. He came back again, with the grass and the birds, the following spring,, HQ had been to Galveston;' he "explained, and had worked his waytoorth through Arkansas and the Indian Territory, Somehow the trip seomed to, have dis appointed him. He talked gloomily about it, when I could get him to talk about it at all, and the very thought of it appeared to cloud his spirits like the haunting ( some miserable dream. Perhaps the trouble was deeper than my shallow vision 'discerned; 'perhaps it came from within, and not from with out at all. Sometimos , I thought so; but knowing him as I dioj, the absurdity of the thing would creep in to upset such notions. And finally, when he came to mo ono night, with the; old fa miliar quizzical expression in his qo'un. tenanoe,tand told me he. wanted to talk to me about writing an obituary for him when he should die, I fell' sure that he was recoTeririg himself and would soon touch his natural poise-again. i iu "I hope you appreciate the-honor I confer upon you," said he, " in select ing ypu to give my final send-off. It's because I like1 yoara style and I'"want you to tell just the bare-footed' facts about mo ,nothirigextenuate"l nor aught set down ifi malice'.' ' Don't speak of me as a ' brilliant, but erratic' fellow, for that will simplymean that I was an awful liar. ,,Don't. say pf me, 'He had his faults, as who of us has not,' he cause that is merely a polite way of toll ing that the deceased was a drunken sot. And if I die of the jim-jams, as I probably shall, don't say it was apo plexy, or paralysis, but call it jim-jams, plain and simple ; J'll feel better about it if you do. I suppose there are a few good things you can say of me. Say 'em as kindly as possible, please. And chuck in a little Shakespere if you can think of something to suit. Of course you can't say any thing about where I've gono ; we can't' any of us figure much on that,, you know every thing's so mixed and uncertain over there. Gene sis closes, you .recollect, with a coffin." Having thus, bespoken, my services, and indicated his preferences as to how the delicate .task should be performed, he retired, humming to ' himself the breezy chorus of an old drinking song; and I thought but little, and that only in a ludicrous vein, of his singular re quest1, until, some days afterward,1 they came and told me he was missing. No body knew when, or how, or why, he had departed. Evidently, he had stolen off in the, night, not wishing to spoak of his plans, if he had any, for we learned on inquiry that' he had even omitted to settle with his too indulgent landlady. But in his composing-stick, lying upon his case, ' he - hud left a line of type, which spelled these words : "Gone West, to grow up with the country." I never saw him any more, and never heard from him until I chanced one day upon a fugitive notice of his death. He was discovered, the paper said, frozen stiff and stark, In the February snow and ice of a Minnesota prairie. Very oddly, it was a young lady who found him some accidental Isabel, perhaps and they took him into the nearest town on a wood-sled, the Coronor and a few oth ers, and then, I suppose, they dug a hole for him in the numb earth and put him away. Alas, you poor, queer, dead-and-gone prodigal, where be your gibes now? Was it fate, or but your own folly, that beck oned you to an end so pitifully desolate? Did you meet death as you had con fronted life, with that unflinching eye and that placid, masterful smile? And did they find, I wonder, in some whim. tion ! But it was not until after we had j mulodeon," he added, with a conclusive ) w'th thoughts of a certain June cheeked tinUhed our talk, and I was making 1 toss of the head. " 'Juliet to whom I had myself played ready to leave him, that he asked me j Like- mast printers " Old ,Xoh'' was Uomeo, and whose half-forgotten image I hardly know how, it wa done so dex-J a g.Hldd ef a cynkv thoilffk M tytt l-hi idyl had strangely restored to me there in the pensive star-lighu " Well," ke continued, directly, " we were very happy too happy. Cap. too happy. If there hada't been quite so tenKinlr to favttr him with a "couple ioSni was so cloe'y woofed with of dollars, till Saturday." Of course ho a . subduing sincerity that it was got it, though L needed not bJe kld I difliotdt, frequently quite impossible, tbu with the borrow ing pria'.or, rt till to tell - where the one left Saturday" is admeasure of time thattoif and the other beran. As I have, much of it, it would have Listed longer, apana eternity ; and then he " walled . said, he looked upon life a a play, and j probably. The truth is, I was so happy with me, arm-in-arm,' to the Old Crow j he was fond of reciting' Shakespeare's I tnat I had to do something to tone it Salooa, where be would not permit dmj ' Seven Age "9 in sapport of this idea, t down to' loosen the quoins, you might to avoid joining him in a glass of ale, " It's all riht," he would argue, "as Say and I took to drinking like a fish, atd, as I turned to go, I saw him hand long a, joa don't care. .7 That's the 1 1 couldn't hare helped it to save my my two-dollar bill orcr the bar with an ! whole secret. Ignorance w bliss, oflcer . lifer Perhaps if she had acted a little air of complacence that really touched 1 than we think; it's knowing too ranch warmer toward me, and I could have me like a personal kindness. j that bothers people, and if you're both- j cared and kissed her been a little After that we were frequently ttgeth-1 ered yoa rant enjoy the show, ' dont - more ambrosial, you understand it -:-- . r,,nAana -j "cm recess 01 vour raggeu garments, every quarter-section had been neatly Py-s ncken old leather pocket-book fenced witli stone by the geological Con-1 " " """."lK ceoarr visions of past ages; and he had been , Here I might .top, content to let - hunting for it, intending to mter a ! !e?Ce d? the "f f?"'"! i hnmt,.Hi,, It nV! hT ,u i "Unction to "chuck in a little Shake- shepherd. He oonld't find it, though and now he wanted a few days' work "Ut replenish his depleted exchequer." But most of all, he said, he wanted to see the man who wrote those things he read in that paper. . . The foreman found work for him in the job-roOrn ; but the -next Saturday he left againwithout even the formality of saying foqd-hye to me. , We heard of him. in a few days, cracking kikes with spere," ana remembering, also, his skepticism knd Ms waywardness,! deem it only meet and fair to add in his be half that carefully charitable petition which the great monarch of thought puts into the king's mouth at the death bed of Beaufort : Trace to bis tool, U God' rood pleasure be ! There may be an eternal fitness in things but it's mightT hard for an un shackled mind to make out why a soap- Nobe Prentu of the Junction Union : fat man ihonlH bar mu nlaintive a camp-meeting ex- then working a week for Milt Reynolds and full of woe as of the Parson Sun; then in the Cala- hotter. '