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A LIGHT WOMAN.
Bhe had ns ninny loves as she had follies. And all lier light loves sang her praises, But now beneath a tangle of sea hollies And pale sea daisies, Here nt the limit of the hollow shore, Folly and praise are covered meetly o’er. We will not tell her heads of beauty over. All that we say and all we leave unsaid Be buried with her now, since there’s no lover But scatters on her bed Pansies for thoughts and woodruff white as she And, for remembrance, quiet rosemary. Here is the end of laughter, and here wither Sorrow and mirth, here dancing feet fall still, Here where the sea pinks flower and fade to gether, Even at the wind's wild will. Ah, lull her softly in her quiet home! She was your sister, sea, and light as foam. —Norn Hopper in Black and White. A CIRCUS ROMANCE. “Why is Miss Rylaud so indifferent to man?” The question was asked by a curious woman who had just left the dashing young equestrienne’s apartments at rhe Riugling Bros.’ circus one evening last week. “And why is she so fond of a black costume?” queried another. “I notice that she rides in somber colors nearly every night.” Behind the answer to these interroga tories lies a story flavored with ro mance, but unaccompanied by the usual denouement that makes the romance complete. There is sadness at the begin ning and end of it and just enough in the middle that is joyful to make the tale pretty. It is a pathetic narrative, on the whole, and interesting, though it does recount the woes of lovers. Miss Rylaud was not born into her art. She is not the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter of circus fame. Her abundant auburn tresses blossomed into radiance under the warm rays of a Mis sissippi sun, and her muscular brawn was early developed on her father’s plantation way down south. Mr. Rylaud was one of the largest ootton growers in his vicinity. He lived three miles from his plantation, on the outskirts of a pretty southern town. His handsome home was the scene of numerous fashionable events, and Elena, his only daughter, was the most admired woman in the place. In the later eighties a small circus visited the town. Mr. Ryland allowed the management to use part of his spa cious grounds for show property. Every body in the village was out to see the first and only performance given by the aggregation in the little city, among others Elena Rylaud. m tne circus was a young bareback rider, Alfred Julian by name. He had been with the company only a few weeks and was but a mediocre perform er. By profession he was an artist, but fame and fortune did not roll his way, and he gave up the pencil for more lucra tive employment under the canvas. He was a good looking, educated fellow ot 20 years and became quite popular with his fellow performers. The young man was unfortunate on his appearance that night. In attempt ing to leap through a hoop and on to his horse’s back ho missed his footing and fell with terrific force on the box curb ing surrounding the ring. lie was pick ed up in an unconscious condition, and it was found that his right arm and leg were broken. The accident stopped the show. Tin spectators left their seats and crowded about the ring to learn the extent ol Julian’s injury. Air. Ryland was one of the first to reach the youth’s side. The circus doctor was summoned and ad vised that the young man be taken at once to a hospital. There was no hos pital in the place, and the only accom modation available was the temporary shelter of the dressing room. Ryland came to the aid of the man agement by offering the use of his home to the injured man. The offer was gratefully accepted, and Julian was re moved to the magnificent Ryland resi dence for treatment. The generous, no ble hearted planter went further. He insisted on calling in the family physi cian to treat Julian, and when the cir cus left town the next day the bareback rider was resting easy in the most com fortable quarters he bad enjoyed since he quit his eastern home three weeks before. Julian required a nurse. Elena Ry land, sympathetic and loving, gladly took upon herself the task of minister ing to the needs of the suffering man. She would be his nurse, she declared, and she performed her duty more faith fully and with greater pleasure than could be expected of any paid servant. The second day after his fall Julian regained consciousness. He opened his eyes and looked in wonderment on his strange surroundings. He did not speak for several moments. Then he iuquirod in a soft voice of bis fair attendant, “Where am I?” “You aro in a friend’s house,” Miss Ryland replied. “The circus is gone, but you need not worry for your safety. ’ ’ He did not worry. He suffered ex cruciating pain and often would have murmured over his lot, but the gentle words of his watchful nurse helped him to bravely bear his troubles in silence. Slowly he recovered. As he grew bet ter he learned to appreciate the service of his kind attendant. She was more than a sister to him, and her heart was filling with more than a sister’s love for a friend in distress. He asked all about his accident and the events following it. He was some what humiliated at his ill luck and vowed he would never again enter the circus ring. Miss Ryland was fascinat ed with his stories of circus life and lis tened intently to every word that fell from his lips. The patient was interested in his fair nurse. He fully reciprocated her attach ment for him. A feeling stronger than that pf friendship endeared her to him. He was in love with her, but he dared not tell her. Her station in life, he thought, was go far above his that to dream of such a thing were folly. The days passed pleasantly for the pair. For hours and hours they sat talk ing, or she would read to him. Lovers could not have been inoro companion able. Neither could regard the other more highly, yet neither breathed a word of love. Julian remained at the Rylaud house until ho had completely convalesced, i When he left, it was as if the son of the family had said farewell to those near est and dearest to him. Alfred kissed Elena good by. “I am going to study art again,” he said, ‘‘and I will write you when I get back to New Jersey. I shall always re member your kindness. Some day I may bu able to repay it.” Three months after he left Georgo Rylaud, wealthy sugar planter, was a business wreck. Faithless employees had robbed him, bis property had been mortgaged, but there was not enough money on hand to pay off the debt, and the family were forced to give up their elegant home and take quarters in a poor quarter of tbo village. The blow was too much for Rylaud. The worry and strain unnerved him, and ho died a short while after of sheer physical col lapse. Plena Kylaud and tier mother were in destitute circumstances. The girl re solved to be the support of the family and to that end sought employment in the town. She was not successful and in despair wrote to her friend Julian in New Jersey. She begged him to get her a position in the circus. She was a fairly good rider and, with a little practice, thought she could hold her own in a second rate company. Julian bad made a good start in the east and offered the despondent girl an other way out of her trouble. He pro posed marriage. He had loved her, ho said, many months, but hesitated, be cause of his lowly position, to ask her to be his wife. Now that they were both on the same level financially she might look with more favor on his suit. Elena accepted the proposal, but she could not, out of respect to her father’s memory, marry within a year. So she asked Alfred if he could not meantime secure for her a position with the circus with which he had traveled. That’s how Elena Hyland came to be a bareback rider in a big circus. Why she is not the wife of Alfred Julian is another story. Alfred concluded to go to Paris and finish his studies, while Elena was waiting for the year to elapse until they could be united in marriage. Elena was successful as a daring rider, and within a few months after she started with the one ring show she re ceived an offer from the Hinglings. She has been with them for the last three years. Julian never came back from Paris. He took sick and died of pneumonia. Miss Hyland did not even know that he had been ill until she received word of his death. His body was laid to rest in Franco. The news of her lover’s demise was a terrible shock to Miss Hyland, and for two weeks after tho information reach ed her sho was too ill to iill her part. For a year sho rode in mourning cos tume, aud even now she wears black most of tho time. She is quiet and does not mingle much with the rest of the performers. Her mother travels with her. The young woman rarely speaks of her love affair and its sad ending, and very few cf her friends know the story of her life. It is such an unhappy story, too, that the young folks in the Lig, jolly aggregation of performers do not like to hear it.—St. Louis Republic. Whipped the Four Hundred. An officer of the steamer Empress of Japan, recently arrived at Vancouver from the orient, tells of an exciting street fight which he witnessed in the streets of Hongkong prior to the sailing of his vessel. There are many sailors in that harbor attached to the war vessels of various nations, and they imbibe strong national prejudices as they watch the international game in the east. The trouble started in a saloon. The Rus sian sailors combined with the French and Germans and formed a double line down a narrow street and dared any Johnny Bull or Yankee to pass. The English and American sailors joined forces and found they mustered 150 to the enemy's 400. Nothing daunt ed, they seized a lot of jiurikishas, form ed a wedge with them and rushed on the foreigners with a oheer. They broke tbe line, smashed the jinrikishas and continued the fight with fists and pieces of tbe debris until, as the informant relates, they bad the 400 allies badly whipped. The din was dreadful, but above it rose the singing of “America” and “God Save the Queen,” both, of course, to the same tune. The authori ties were powerless and appealed to the commanders of the warships, who or dered the men to stop, and the hostili ties ceased. Thus has been begun the much talked of Anglo-Saxon alliance against the world.—Argonaut. Sarcastic Novelist. The people who want—and do not scruple to ask for—favors from pnblio men are sometimes so unreasonable as almost to deserve a rude answer. Such an answer, for example, as The Golden Penny quotes: A oertain novelist, not unknown to fame, reoeived from a lady an unstamp ed letter asking the loan of his book, on the plea that she could not obtain it at the bookseller’s in her town. His reply was worded as follows : Dear Madam—In the town where you re side there appears to be a lack of all aortB of things which are easily procurable elsewhere —not only of my recent work, but alao of post age stamps for letters. I have In my posses sion, it Is true, the book you desire to obtain and also the stamps to pay Its carriage, but, to my regret, I ani without the necessary String to mako it into a parcel. If y0u can supply me ^(h a piece, lam at your service.” A Brief Lesson In Spanish. “Commorcio” imd “incommunicado” still prove that the American editor is unaware that double m’s do not exist lu the Spanish language.—Mexioan Herald. THE ROADSIDE >€OLIAN. When winds stream over the rugged knoU Tlie highway lies along, Tin? wires stringing from pole to pole Give tongue to a voice of song. A-glint with beams of the morning Bun They carry a Uitheful air, Humming a burden that seems to run, “Good news is tlie word we bear." Tliis Joyous one, “Good news we bear." j They swing and sway at the breeze’s will While the heavens smile above To hoar the measure they gayly thrill, "We’re speeding a line of love," With v.- lo and trill, "A line of love." A cloud and a shadow go sailing by. To tho breezes’ falling breath In sinking cadence the wires sigh, "Respi't for a tale of deathl" More softly still, "A tale of deathl” Oh, the songs are many the wires sing When the roving wind is sent To play of gladness or suffering On its mighty instrument. —Layton Brewer in Criterion. MISSING MONEY. Erastus Twopeny was a lawyer, ex ! pert iu real estate values and an apt conveyancer, and as he practiced in the days before the title guarantee hawk had swooped down, upon the legal barn yard and captured the geese that laid the golden eggs he made money. As soon as he found himself in a condition to marry he took to himself a wife. She was energetic and ambitious, and while she proved herself an excellent house wife she was at the same time inflamed by a strong desire to acquire wealth on her own account. Her husband was all that a woman could desire, and she had nothing to complain of on that score. He was even generous and showed it by giving refuge in his comfortable home to his wife’s brother Charles, who had proved him self incapable of retaining any position which his friends had procured for him. He was a good looking, agreeable young fellow, but lacked those staying qual ities which make one a good man of business. In society he was all right and a favorite with the families where he visited. He had no vices so far as known by bis family, except smoking can be considered such, and when he was out of funds his sister always man aged to supply him with money enough to enjoy that luxury. Erastus was devoted to his profession, and often after quitting his office for the day continued to transact business during the evening at his home. The house was an old fashioned one, with a back piazza and an alley at one side, leading from the front to the yard iu the rear. The front and back parlors were originally separated by folding doors, but a dainty curtain, tastefully festooned, had been substituted for the doors. One evening in Augusta client called to pay Erastus §2,500 on a real estate transaction, and, as the back parlor was dark and the front parlor sufficiently lighted by the setting sun for the work, Erastus and his client seated themselves at a table therein, while Airs. Twopeny sat m ar the window. Though she was chiefly occupied in watching the pass ersby and the children at play in the street, yet sho could not help hearing j what passed between the two men at ; the table. Presently her brother Charles came down stairs and glanced in at the door. His sister arose and spoke to him, and both at the same time looked to ward the table on which could be seen a small parcel of greenbacks, with a thin slip of white paper around them. Charles quitted the house and soon afterward Mrs. Twopeny arose and stood between the window and the lace cur tain, looking out. Iu a few minutes the men at the table arose aud Mr. Twopeny accompanied his client to the door. Im mediately afterward Mrs. Twopeny heard a slight noise and turning saw the curtains between the front and back par lors moving. She thought nothing of it at the time, fancying that it was the re sult of a draft occasioned by her hus band closing the front door. The house was only a flew steps from the cross street, and as the client came down the stoop and turned toward the corner Mrs. Twopeny followed him with her eyes. To her surprise she saw her brother just turning the corner and wondered what could have delayed him. While still at the window mus ing, she was startled by her hnsbaud exclaiming: “Why, Bertha, what caa have bo oome of the money I left on the table?” “Become of it?” she replied. “Why it must be there, of course, if you left it there.1 ’ “Well, I can’t find it,” her husband said. “I left it right here in front of these papers. They are all right, but the money is gone. ’ ’ "Oh, that is absurd,” she said. “Light the gas, and then yon will find it, no doubt.” While she pulled down the blinds Erastus lighted the gas, and then both set to work to look for the missing notes. They were not on the table, nor could they be found anywhere about the room or in the hallway. “Look in all your pockots,” said the wife, “you may have inadvertently put the money into one of them. ” “No, no,” was the reply. “I’ve searohed every one of them already. It’s gone. No doubt about it. But where?” “There’s no one in the house but our selves, ” the wife said. “I allowed the cook and Nancy to go out immediately after supper. Brother Charles went out while you were at the table with your client, and there isn’t even a cat in the house to blame for it.” Then they made another search, but it was as vain as the others. And there each of them stood, looking this way and that, as one will do when one loses anything and fondly hopes to discover it in some unexpected spot. “You’re sure your client paid you?*’ Mrs. Twopeny said. “Oh, yes, and I gave him a reoeipt,” was the answer. “And Simpson Is too prominent a man to”— He paused and looked on the ground thoughtfully. “To what?” his wife asked. “Come into the back parlor, ” Air. Twopeny said. They went, and Mr. Twopeny light ed bis cigar and sat down to smoke, as his custom was when anything disturb ed b n. Mrs. Twopeny sat down oppo site to him. ‘‘i'ow then, to what?” she repeated. “To take the money, ” he said in a low tone. “Veil, I don’tknow,” the wife said. “Th< money was there, and it is gone. You aaven’t got it, and I haven’t got it, and it didn’t vanish without hands.” “h will never do to hint at such a thing, bertha,” he said. “It is gone and it’s no use fretting over it.” “fretting over it. But you’ll bavo to nuke it good, won’t you?” “Of course. It was to pay off a mort gage, and I must do it tomorrow. For tunately I have the money and a little more,” Mr. Twopeny paid off the mortgage the next day, and business went on as usual. Years passed and Mrs. Twopeny’s family increased so that her three boys and three girls occupied much of her time. Two of the boys were at college, and the expenses of the family were larga. The girls were at first rate schools, and one of them was preparing for Vassar. Still by close attention to business Mr. Twopeny was able to earn enough to get along. ■Later on, however, the title guaran tee companies came into existence, and in a very short time Mr. Twopeny’s practice began to fall off. It dwindled away until it scarcely paid office ex penses. On the top of this, a corpora tion in which Mr. Twopeny had invest ed a very large sum failed, and he lost it all. This was a terrible blow, and it soon became evident that he would have to reduce the family expenses. At this juncture he was taken ill, and the doc tor pronounced him the victim of con sumption. The feelings of the unfortunate hus band and father may be imagined, but not described. In fact, an eminent phy sician whom his wife called in gave it as his opinion that it was his pecuniary troubles that were wearing him away and not a chronic malady. Mrs. Twopeny now comes forward as the prominent character in this drama. She took her husband away to a pleasant spot by the seaside and did all she could to keep up his spirits. He visibly im proved in health, and then Bertha en tered upon the task which awaited her and which she had long expected to un dertake. “My dear husband,” she said as they sat looking over the placid ocean, “you must promise me not to be angry or to blame me in any way.” “Why, my dear, how could I?” he answered. “Even if I had the disposi tion I haven’t the strength.” V.ow, sac said, I am going to telj yon the strangest story you ever heard. You remember the §2,500 which you missed nearly 20 years ago?” “Of course I do. What about it?” “I am going to tel 1 you. You went to the door, you remember, to see yourcli | Hit, Mr. Simpson, off?” “Yes, I remember it well, and when I returned to the parlor the money was gone.” “Just so. While you wero at the door I was staudiug looking out of the win dow. I heard the curtain between' the front and back parlors rustle. 1 turned and saw no one. After the money was missing I lay awake all that night think ing. 1 remember that while you were with Sir. Simpson at tho table my brother Charles came down stairs and stood at the parlor door, looking in, and that I spoke with him. I saw the money cn the table with a white slip around it. He saw tho money also. He left the house. As Mr. Simpson went down the stoop and turned toward the next street I followed him with my eyes and saw my brother just turning the corner, though he had left the house some time b: fore. I didn’t think much of it then, but 1 did after I went to bed that night. I suspected that he had taken the mon ey ; that, seeing it on the table, he had returned to the rear of the house by the alley aud watched in the back parlor for an opportunity to steal it. “I ruse early the next morning and went to his room. I accused him of the crime aud made him believe I had rec ognized him as he entered the room from the back parlor. On my promise not to disclose the fact to you he admit ted his guilt aud restored the money. You know that soon afterward he went west. I insisted on that as part of tho bargain. Then the question arose in my mind as to how I should return the money. After much deliberation I determined to keep it and to satisfy my longing for wealth by speculating with it. I began by small ventures in stocks. I was successful every time, aud by de grees the money accumulated until”— “Oh, until you made a big specula tion aud failed!” her husband exclaim ed. “No, my dear, though I did make some pretty big ventures for a woman, yet I never failed, and at this moment 1 am worth over $200,000.” “What! Yon, Bertha?” “Yes—I, your wife. It was your money I used, and all that I have made is yours also. Will you forgive me?” “Forgive you!”—A. Beckwith in Brooklyn Citizen. 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