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Corcluded from third page. figure clam as the flowers on which the sun was risingan indistinct memory of stifled &ob&, agitated whispers, a baby's cries, and through it all a boy's clear voice taintly recalling his daily prayer Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a litlie child." I knew I was forgiven as I stood in the stillness of the solemn room and tenderly looked my last look at him who would so soon be lemoved from our sight. The heavenly calm of little Willie's lace spoke peace to my troubled soul the love that had given him rest held pardon too for me. I could not bear to remain there long, one mother's kiss I gave hima partiDg kiss that refused to partand then I left him as before, with the pure white rose strewn around him and the lilies on his breast. And my husband, who bad followed me unperceived, took me in his arms with a fondness that had new element in it. Dear love," said he, pressing his lips to mine, I have learnt all now and what remains untold I read it in his eyes that morning as he looked upon ycu. Heaven reward you, my Millicent!" 1 put down my head upon his shoulder and cried there for the first time since our sorrowcned out all the feelings I had no words to tell. A Memorial* It was a bright spring morning. The sun had just emerged from behind the drapery of forest, and was dipping his golden beams into the dew-filled petals of early flowers when Harper Argow slowly limped along the village road re turning the cheery salutations of passing neighbors with a pleasant smile and a faint "good morning." Harper Argow was lame, but in spite of that he was the pride oi the village the boy to whom every father pointed as a model for his sons the boy whom every other boy claimed tor his comrade the boy who was always called upon to arbi trate in every quarrel. He was on his way to the play ground to which his com. rades had invited him after a whole week ofconlcaves and mysterious gatherings from which he, their leader was for the first time excluded. Arrived on the grounds where upwards of thirty boys had gathered he said, with a faint touch of reproach in his voice, Well, what are you up to now, so earl* Some mischief, I guess, or else you would not have kept your secret from me to long." Wrong, Harper, wrong!" they replied with merry twinkles in their mischievous eyes," we got yu out so early because we wanted to enjoy your suprise undisturbed by any passers-by. Here," said Ashley Grey, produc'ng a handsome new crutch from behind the nearest tree, I present you this in the name of your comrades as a memorial of your heroic deed this day two years ago." Then turning quick ly to the rest he wispertd, boys, I've seen tears in his eyes let's give him three good cheers while he masters himself." "Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! for Harper Argow," rang through the clear sky while Harper looked through the mist before his eyes first at his new crutch, then at his old one, then again at hiscom rades whose hats were tossed in all di rections in an excess of delight at the happy issue of their plans, drowning his words of thanks in the united exclamation of "All light Argow, we'll do more than that for you, we'll vote for you for Gov ern someday." While they are enjoying the surprise of their comrade who is comparing the merits and beauty of bis new wooden walk ing-companion with his old one, we will relate the events of that same day two years ago when Harper was fourteen years old. Ashley Grey and Harper Argow were on their way to the mill with four bags of wheat on their light spring wagon. About four miles from home they heard a loud crash in the neighboring wood and a man's cry of alarm. Hastily jumping from the wagon to ascertain the cause of the noise they diocovered Max Roberts, nick-named by the village-boys as the Mexican Robber, ever since he chased them with a cow-hide for playing base ball in one of his fields, lying in a helpless bleeding condition beneath a huge tree which had fallen across the railroad track Ashley was about to harangue his unfor tunate enemy about his cow-hiding but Harper, silencing him with one sharp word of reproof, scrambled down the steep banks and placed his ear close to the man's lips who, after telling him that after endeavoring to fell the tree the rope, which was to pull the falling tree from the direction of the track broke, and the branches catching his garments, pulled him along as it fell into tae track. Harper realized the terrible situation at a glance, and calling to his companion to aid him they took long poles drove one after the other as a wedge betweed the track and the tree until it was sufficiently raised to releave the man from the pres sure which had broken his arm. Now, Ashley," he said, to his fright ened companion, while the perspiration, stood in large drops on his forehead, we are not strong enough to take him, but you run to the neighbors and ge tthem to do it, and if possible to build a fire on the track in case I should not be in time to stoD the train at the station." Ashley, forgyour life," he cried afterHurry, the fast vanishin form the train is due in twenty minutes!" Then rushing to the wagon and unhitching the horse, he swung iftmself on his back. For a moment he paused to consider: "I have no matches to build a fire noth- ,k, ing to give the signal of danger, I must go and risk it. In ten minutes the train If will be at our village station, and I have ff four miles to ride in that time with an old horse. Now Dolly, do your best," he muttered, as he lightly swung his whip and sped away to race with time. Past fences, and trees, he flew hills, forests, and fields followed each other in quick succession. Cattle grazing in the mead ows stared in mute, lazy astonishment at the flying ridi people in blank amaze ment hastily drew aside to let the cscap ed madman, as they thought, pass. Bui on, on, he sped, paying no heed to shout ing, wondering people thinking of noth ing but the wounded, senseless man he hid lef, whose life depended on the s-peed of his horse, and the train full of passengers swiftly whirling to.destruction. seeing nothing but his horse's flyingmane and frothy mouth, hearing nothing but the clattering hoofs and the short gasp ing breath of his almost exhausted steed. There was a narrow foot-path leading through the forest which would cut off cons derable distance. Into that he di rected his horse. Fortunately there was no underbrush, and by hugging Dolly's neck he could just escape the branches of the trees. At this moment the shrill whistle of the train nearing the station reached his ear. Three minutes more and he would De too late. Again the horse dashed forward while Harper, clinging close to him, left shreds of his garments hanging on most every branch At last he emerged fsom the woods the village was in sight he saw the pufts of steam from the waiting engine a minute more and the train would start. Already his horse was nearly exhausted he could not hold out much longer Once more he gently urged him on and in another instant he dashed hatless, coatless, rag ged and livid into full view of the sta tion. "All aboard," cries the conductor, another shrill whistle, and the wheels be gin to move. "Too late!" muttered Harper, almost beside himself. He tried to shout but his voice failed him. His heart sank within him as he saw the train start Suddenly he caught the eye of the switch tender, who seeing the desperate motion of the boy's arm towards the train, swung his red flag and rushed up to the en gineer, pointing towards the wild horte and still wilder- looking rider. The train stops, the conductor jumps off, passengeis look from their windo justin time to see the horse flag, stumble, and fall over his rider in a trembling heap. Harper is tagged with a bruised, broken leg from under the animal he tells his story in a broken sentence: tiee across the track, four miles," and he fell back insensible. The man, train, and passengeis were saved, but Harper Argow was a cripple for life. Th i* the event which brought his com rades out so early, and to none of the boys does the recollection of that day come more yividly than to Harper, as he, sadly smiling looked again at his at his new crutch and said,"" Well boys, it is better to lose one leg than a hundred lives. .o. MASTERLY INACTION, A. glteti from Life, Laurence Delmar was one oi those rare beings who seem to possess the happy faculty of enjoying life without an effort. Indeed, if his enjoyment had depended upon personal exertion, he would doubt less nave remained forever in a state of wretchedness, for hs was indolent to a degree bordering on laziness. His father, Judge Delmar, was one of those exceptional men who add active en deavor to hereditary endowments. Al though he had inherited an immense property, instead of resting eontent with the abundance Providence had given him, he had labored constantly to increase the family store, until his wealth and influ ence had grown to be almost incalculable. Like most men of his class, he prized energy above all other qualities. Con sequently, when he saw his only child developing into a careless, eaie-loving youth, his anger and mortification knew no bounds. After vainly attempting to teach his spiritless son the value of promptness and persistency, the irate parent determined to try" a different method. "If the boy won't move of his own accord, I'll move him for, by Heav ens, he's got to stir!" was his inward re solve. Accordingly Laurence was compelled to master his (studies at school, after which he was, with much difficulty, driv en through college. On graduating, the young man, sorely against his will, had been forced into an attorney's office, and at the time our story opens the indefati gable judge was preparing to push his unresisting victim into matrimony. They were seated in the large old-fash ioned library where three generations of Delmars had sat before them. If there was anything Laurence dreaded, it was these private interviews with his father. He never attempted to avoid them, for that would have necessitated action of some sort but on such occasions his looks as in the present instance, plainly indi cated his abhorrence. His father opened the conversation by remarking, in his sharp, decisive manner, "^aurence. it't time you were married." "Too late to think of such a thing to night," replied the young man, glancing at his watch. Since your return from college," con tinued his father, I have waited, hop ing that you would take a decided step in this important matter. As you evince no disposition to do so, I am obliged to follow the old plan and help you along Here are the names of three" ladies" drawing a slip of paper from his vest pocket" either of whom will make you an excellent wife, besides bringing a moderat dowry to increase the family property. I have spared no pains to in form myself as to their circumstances1 and I assure yon that, pecuniarily con sidered, there is little to choose between them. "You needn't have taken the trouble, father," said Laurence, as the old gentle man handed him the paper. Having glanced at the list, he returned it saying, The selection does credit to your dis- rimination, and had you mentioned the subject six weeks ago. I would have mar ried either of the ladies with the greatest pleasure but untortunatly, the propo rtion comes to late. I have already de termined to wed one who is ten times licher and twenty times prettier than any other lady in the village." Judge Delmar eyed the speaker in as tonishment. "Who is she?" he asked, eagerly. Bianch Conwav," was the quiet rpply. The old gentleman sprang to his feet. "Marry that beggar 1' he shouted Wed a girl who works six hours in the twenty-four for less^than a wood-sawyer pay! By Heavens, if you ever mention such a thing again in my presence I'll disown you!" A teacher isn't a beggar," said Lau rence, coolly. Don't you remember what you said in the last school report about the moral grandeur of the position? Now [think of it, it was your panegyric which caused me to notice her." "Are you intimate with her?" asked the judge. He tried to speak calmy, but his voice trembled with passion. I think I may venture to say I am," answered his son. And your are determined to marry her?" "Just as soon as I cm without hurring matters," was the candid reply. "Then," said the enraged parent, re suming his seat, "to-morrow morning you leave this house forever." "At what time am I to start?" asked Lawrence, who feared he was to be de prived of his morning nap. You may choose yourown time, pro vided you keep out of my sight," was the stern reply. "Thanks for your consideration," said Lawrence and bidding his angry site good-night, the thoughtless fellow went yawning to bed. The ntxt morning, after removing his personal effects to the hotel, be proceeded to the nearest recruiting office and delib erately enrolled bis name amng the de fenders or his country. Then he strolled leisuiely to the home of hi3 affianced and rang the doei oell. It was a holiday, and the object oi his affections answered the summons in person. She looked prettier than ever in hei dainty morning-wiapper, he thought, and his heart smote him for having called at so early an hour to trouble her with business matters There was no help for it, however, and after they were seated alone in the humble sitting room, he came at once to the point by inquiring how long it would take her to arrange matters for their wedding. "It's too bad to bother you, I know,1' he remarked, apologetically, as Blanche raised her eyebrows in surprise. "I hate to hurry you, but, coniound it, every body seems bent upon huirying me, and I am (obliged to distuib others. A little difficulty occurred last night between fa ther and myself. Nothing serious," he added, observing his listener's look of alarm. "I was requested to leave home this morning, so I enlisted a moment ago, and I thought we could be married before I joined my regiment it would be better for us both. Blanche made her lover nan ate the circumstance which had driven him to this desperate extremity. At the con clusion of his story she buried her face in her hands and wept bitterly. "Nonsense, Blanche," said Laurence, composedly, as he lifted her tenderly to a seat on his knee, "don't cry there's no n*e of worrying on my account I've joined a cavalry regiment, and won't have to walk so cheer up, my dear, and say when we shall be married." We ought never to think of such a thing while your fathor hates me so," sobbed Blanche. "You are not going to marry my fath- er," was the cool reply. If I consent, it willonly make trouble for you persisted the young lady. It will trouble me more if you refuse," rejoined her lover. But what will people say? and how shall we manage to live?" queried Blanche who, with the preverseness of her sex, loved to raise objections for the sake of having them overruled. Laurence smiled good-humoredly. Some will say one thing and some an other, but whatever any body says won't be likely to harm us nor help us. .As re gards living, I suppose we shall subsist mainly by eating. You have taken care of yourself tor the past three years, and I shall be taken care of for the next three so there's no danger of our starving. 1 hate to urge the matter, but won't you name the day, and end this confounded uncertainty?" Unable to convince her obstinate lever of the folly of his request, the hesitating maiden yielded. In less than a week from the time the above conversation oc curred she had become Mrs. Delmar, and her husband was on his way to the seat of war. After Laurence's departure, Blanche resigned her position in the school room, and occupied her time in giving music lessons at her own residence. As often as ciicumstances would permit, she re ceived letters from the front, written by her husband's round, legible hand, and overflowing with brave, loving words of comfort for "the little woman at home." He had participated in several battles, and escaped unharmed which he attrib uted to his having remained perfectly quiet during the fighting. JJJ On several occasions when" otners had fled in hot haste from the enemy he had stood his ground and his laziness being m'staken for bravery, had been rewarded with promotion. After a time there came tire news of a terriable engagement in which Laurence's regiment had played an important part Still uninjured, he embraced the first opportunity to inform Blanche of his safety and unexpected pro motion. Thus it was, that com the hour of his enlistment until his term of service had expired fortune smiled upon the true hearted soldier, and when the war was over he marched home at the head of his command as Colonel Delmar. On that eventful day a joyous crowd assembled in the "town-house"' to wel come the returned veterans Of course the gallant clonel was the observed of all obev~rs, and well did he deserve the honor. Judge Delmar refused to be pres ent at the festivities, and his absence oc casioned neither regret nor astonishment. At a late hour that night, as Laurence and his wife were a'one in^the little sit ting-room where they had first agreed to join hands and fortunes, they w re sur prised to hear a timid knock at the street door. On opening it the colonel was still more astonished to behold hisfather, look ing old and careworn, but still preserving much of his olden pride and dignity. I cailed," said he, to inform you that in the hurry of your departure, three years ago, you left some clothiug, a pic ture, and a few other articles, at my house. They have remained undisturbed, and you can have them whenever you wish." I will call for them in the morning,7 said Laurenee, smiling. But, he add ed, to-night you must come indoors and be presenced to my wife. You shall not refuse!" he exclaimed, collaring his re fractory parent, as the latter drew back. If time hasn't cured your resentment, I know what will. Blanche,' he cried, as he led his bewildered captive into his wife's presence, allow me to present my father, who has come to welcome back an undutiful son aud make the acquaintance of a derserving daughter-in-law." Tears streamed down the old gentle man's furrowed cheeks as he took the soft white hand so cordially extended "Laurence," cried Blanche, reproachfully as her husband coolly contemplated the touching scene, "why don't you spe jk to your father, and tell him how we appre ciate his kindness?" "What's the use?" retorted Lauience, with a dash of his olden impudence. "I see nothing remarkable in the circum stance. I have been absent from home, and I have returned and nothing is more natural than that my father should hasten to pay me a visit. I am glad that we have met, and I would hive, been glad never to have parted. In fac*- I al ways was delighted never todoany thing, which I maintain to be the true secret of happiness. In the future I hope we shall not waste our energies in foolish attempts to better circumstances that are good enough but instead, pass our days plas antly and peacefully in a state of 'mas terly inaction.' A Bra Girl. Miss Emma Richards, of Akron, a girl verging on twenty yeais of age, was with her mother visiting at the residence of Mr. Timothy Loomis, in Lodi, when a son of Timothy sui named Phineas, pro posed that he should show her a small herd of deer that was kept in an enclos ure on their premises. The young lady consented, and Phineas started into the brush to scare them up, the youDg lady meanwhile standing at the gate to await the appearance ot the menagrie. Sud kenly she heard a cry of murder in the somewhat juvenile voice of Phineas. Never thinking of tear, Mis3 Richards started in the direction of the noi&e, and, after going a tew lods, discovered the boy pinned to the earth, while an angry buck stood over him, with the prong of one horn through the flesh of the boy's side and embedded in the earth. Shein stantly grasped a club and went for Mr. Buck. He paid no attention to the first and tecond blows, but when she gave him the third crack he turned and wen for her. Unable to ward off his approach with a club, she dropped it and grasped him by the antlers, at the same time calling to, the boy to arise ana put for the fence He was either too much hurt or too badly scared to mind her, and so, disengaging one hand, she lifted the boy to his feet, at the same time crowding the deer back with the other. Once on his pins, young Phineas found his speed, and put for the fence like a streak of lightning on a cop per rod, while the brave girl gave all her attention to Mr. Buck. -It was a lively tussle, and kept all her nerve and pluck to pi event her being thrown to the ground Still holding on to' the horns, she backed off gradually, and in that manner reached the fence, but not till her clothes were badly torn, and her body was bruised again and again. At last, nearly exhaust ed, she reached the fence, and succeeded in getting over it without receiving any serious injury. It was a close call, but the spunk that many a man couldn't have furnished won the day. __ Strychnia and its Antidote. A correspondent in Nature says: Wanting to banish mice from a pantry I placed on the floor at night a slice of bread spread over with butter, in which I had mixed a threepenny packet of Battle's Vermin Killer," which contains about a grain of strychnia alon* with flour and Prussian blue. The following morning I ws roused by a servant,telling me that a favorite skye-terrier was lyinf dead. I found that the mice hai drag^ ged the slice of bread underneath the locked door, and that the dog had thus got at it and eaten part equal to about one-sixth of a grain of strychnia it lay on its side perfectly rigid an occasional tetanic spas showed that life was not quite extinct. Having notes of the ex periments made by direction of the Brit ish Medical Association last year on the antagonism of medicines, and wherein it was proved that a fatal dose of strychnia couldbe neutralized' by afatal dose of ehloral hydrate, and that the minimum fatal dose of the latter for a rabbit wa9 twenty-one grains, at once injected under the dog's skin forty-five grains of the chloral in solution, my dog being about twice the weight ot a rabbit. In a quar ter ot an hour, fancying the dog was dead, as the spasms had ceased and it lay appatently lifeless, I moved it with my foot, when it at once struggled to its feet and shortly after staggered to its usual corner by the parlor fire it took some milk, and except for being quietpr than usuel, seemed nothing the worse tor the ordeal it has passed through. That ihe fatal effects ot a poisonous dose of stryh niawas thus counteracted so successfully by what I say was a poisonous dose of chloral, given hypodermically, is an interesting fact verifying the experiments I alluded to. Without such experiments on the lower animals, a medical man might often be found standing by help less to aid his fellow man under similar effects of poison. A Tenor Tails Encore." He was a temr singer in one of the opera companies that visited Cincinnati this season He was a good singer, and everything he sang the audience, with that determination to get the full value of their money and a little more, which is a peculiarity of Cincinnati audiences at an opera or concert always insisted upon an encore. And he responded good na turedly, although he thought it a little hard to becompelled to perform double the work set down on the bills every night One day while promenading Fourth street it occurred to him to do a little encoring himself and see how it worked. He stepped into a hat stare and inquired of the proprietor, who came forwaid to wait upon him, the price of a silk hat. Seven" dollars," was the reply. He selected one that fitted him and paid for it, then he shouted: "Encore! encore I' "What do you mean?" inquired the proprietor, in amazement. I mean that I want another hat." Certainly,' said the proprietor, as he placed a duplicate upon the counter, wondered what the man wanted with two hats. The tenor picked them both up and started for the door. "Hold on!" cied the hatter, "you didn't pay for that other hat." But I paid for the first one, and the other is an encoie," replied the tenor Seeing that the man ot hat", caps and furs failed to comprehend, he said: I think I saw you at the oprea last night?" Yes, I was there. But I don't see what that has to do with you paying me for" Wait a bit. You paid to hear the opera given that was on the programme?'' "Yes. Certainly of course I did. I will call the two hats" "No matter about calling the two hats You didn't pay to have that opera gone through with twice, did ycu?" "How ab&urd Certainly not. 'Spose we say twelve dollars for both" "Say nothing until I get through. I am the tenor of that opera troupe. Every song that I sang I was called upon to re peat, and if I am not mistaken you clapped harder than any one else in the I theater And I had to give you double the amount of goods that you had paid tor, don't you see?" The hat-store man did see by that tiTae, and he said to the teaor: "I acknowledge the corn, you can take my hat," but he wouldn't, he only took the one he had paid for, and with a feeling of satisfaction that he had Impressed a lessen upon one Cincinnati man who would encore every thing, he wa ked out and with a genial smile pursued the even tenor of his way Closing Scene of the European War. Ihe closine scene of the war is describ ed with great spirit by a correspondent ot the London Daily News. In a house by the seaside at San Stefano, shaken by the increasing gale that tore across the Sea of Marmora, were busy all night long the secretaries of both diplomatic bodies, copying and arranging for the signatures the treaty of peace, the resul of the now concluded negotiations. All night long Prince Tzreteleff dictated the treaty to his eollegue, Chebachoff, who wrote and wrote through the long hours, until the document was finished About four o'clock the Grand Duke mounted and rode up to the Diplomatic Chancery, where he asked at the door. "Is it ready?" and then galloped toward the hill where the army was drawn up. Finally a car riage came whirling out of the village to ward us. General Ignatieff was in it, and when he approached, he rose and said: I have the honor to congratulate your highness on the signature of peace." There was a long, loud shout. After rid ing between the lines, the Grand Duke halted on a little eminence, whence all the troops could be seen, and formally made the anoucement of peace: I have the honor to inform the army that, with the help of God, we have concluded a treaty of peace." Then another shout burst from S3,000 throats, rising, swelling and dying away. After the review, gathering his officers about him where the priest stood ready for the Te Deum, the Grand Duke spoke briefly and emphatically, say ing: -'To an army which has accomplish ed what you -have, my friends, nothing is impossible." Then all dismounted, un covered and a solemn service was conduct ed, the soldiers all kneeliag. Never was a peace concluded under more impressive surroundings the two armies face to face, the clearing storm, the waning light of day, the rush of the wind, and the near wash of the wave mingling with the chant of the priests, and the responses ot the soldiers and the roar of the Sea ot Marmora swelling and falling. Across the fretting, chafing water cf the sea, the dome and slender minerets of St. Sophia came up sharply against the sky, the dominant points in the interesting silhouette of distant Stamboul. ^Away to the south, the Princes Islands rose.like great mounds, dark and massive, against the distant Asiatic shore, and behind them was hidden the JSnglish fleet. Above and far beyond the white peak of Mount Olympus, unveiled for the moment its majestic summit, as the rays of the ruddy sunset were reflected from the snow-col ored flanks. ts&f-SSd