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NOT AS I WILL.
ElinJTolded and alone I stand,
Witfa unknown thresholds on each hand
lSie darkness deepens as I grope
Afraid to tear, afraid to hope,
"tfefc this oue thing I Uarn to know rfj
Each day more siuely as I so, W%,
That doors open, ways are made, &
Burdens are lifted or are laid n*jr
some great law unseen and still
$?afatheHied purpose to lulnll,
"Not as I will." f7 i^y/,
vth"
Blindfolded and alone I wait
IiOss seems too bitter, gain too late
Too heavy burdens in the load,
And toofewhelpers on the road
And joy in weak and grief is strong, i
And years and days so long so long
"Yet this one thing 1 learn to know
fiach day more surely as I go.
That I am glad the good and ill,
By changeless laws are ordered still,
-v "Not as I will." -f
"Net as I Willi" the sound grows sweet
Sack time my lips the words repeat
""Not as I will," the darkness feels
More safe than light when this thought
seems
*ke v. hispered voice to calm and bless
JMI unrest and all loneliness.
^'Not as I will," becanse the One
Who loved us first and last has gone
Before us on the road, nd still
J?r us must all his love fulfill
"Not as we will."
HELEN HUNT JACKSON.
If
A Short Story of a Flirting Girl and a
Serious Young Man.
There could be no doubt about it
that Joe was a flirtan arrant little
flirt. Her gray eyes, her curling lashes,
laer pretty little piquant nose, bore
token to this indisputable fact. Her
young lady friends spoke of it with a
contemptuous air, and thanked heav
en they were not as some girls are her
mother thought ol i' and sighed, when,
with a brighter color than usual in
her cheeks and a sauueier light iu her
-eyes, her daughter made "herself agree
able" to a newly found congenial
apirit belonging to the male sex.
Somebody else meditated upon it, and
told himself with a half-unconscious
eigh that Joey Lyttelton was nothing
wore or less, than a heatless flirt.
She was pretty, of course, small and
*weet, with a face that was all
butfore
^perfect, oval in shape and delicately
tinted like a newly-ripened peach.
There was a saucy little cleft in her
sroooded chin, and the smile on her
lips brought two stray dimples into
Iter cheeks. Her hair was of that in
describable color that was called by
Jer friends "artistic," and by her
enemies red. She was merry, be
witching, tantalizing, all in one, with
th at delicious air of chic abost her
which modern young ladies inform me
SB so utterly irresistible.
Besides being the belle of Diraple
tfcrope, the admired of all admirers,
Miss Lyttelton was an heiress ot no
fitinAU importance in the county of
Steepieshire. She was currently
known to possess a rouud two thou1
saud a year in her own right, with
-a prospect of a thousand more upon
the death of her mother. The old
Manor-house of Geilston, which she
a*d her mother called "home" would
one day belong to Joe by hereditary
ght, and already she held despotic
*ole over it as a tyrannical little a ueen
whose word was law. It is therefore
not tp be wondered at that Joe had
feeen beset with suitors from every
corner ot her own world. The squires
lor many miles round came to Geils
ton to pay their addresses to theprec
ty Miss Lyttelton, who received them
^kindly enough, but would only laugh
(-unmercifully whenever the subject of
"the t-ender passion was introduced.
She knew why they had come.and was
iin the habit of curling Up her pretty
*d lips, into something not unlike a
fnteer when each new proposal was
laid temptingly before her. She was
never going to be married, neverher
mind was quite made up.
And so it was for nearly three years
ttntfl at length a change set in, for Joe
Xnad fallen in love.
Girls of her calibre do not find jbheir
true love one day and lose him the
vnext. To use her own expres
sion she fell in love once and
toad done with it, as soon as she met
the man who was capable of winning
bee heart. ''He came, he saw, he con
quered!" and Joe felt that it was so
with a thrill of delight that was as
*weet as it was novel.
Moreover, as months went on, she
was uot slow in finding out that he
'loved her too. Not that he ever, by
-r much as a look, led her to suppose
that she was anything more to him
-than a casual acquaintance, pleasant
to talk to in the evenings when her
mother invited him to come and "dine
quietly" at Geilston but for all that,
Joe knew he loved herhow, it is im
possible for me to tell.
Let me say a word or two about
this young man before 1 go any far*
her.
'To begin with, he was only a curate
a hard working, indetatigable vicar's
help, upon 14') pounds a year. He
Bad come to Dimplethorpe about 12
months before this story begins, and
bad not been many weeks in the place
before he was considered by every
nody to be quite an acquisition. He
lf was tall, manly, broad-shouldered,
Pr!$* in shor everything a woman most
admirest in a specimen of the noble
CdJS .sex and, before she had known him
Hf long. Miss Lyttelton had fallen in love.
There are, however, two important
items, iin
connection with
Dicmust
Dering,
which common honesty I not
forget to record against himbe was
rond, and he was poor. One hun
red and forty pounds a year, looked
If*! at in whichever way you will, is not
what one usually considers a princely
fortune, but until he met Joe Lyttel
ton, Mr. Dering had never desired to
lie any He
wasr
proud, because
iAliboucricher* he loved he honestly and
truly, he had made up his mind"never
to let her know it, and to heave Dim
plpthrope upon the very first oppor
tunity that presented itself. She did
not care at al him, told him
self
sternlyl,for wherievee he medi
tated5
upon the subject. She
was only a heartless flirt, and it was
to his own interest to have nothing to
do with her. In the ordinary course
of events she would marry and settle
down happily as soon as the right
man came to claim her, and before
very long it seemed to Dick Deling
as if that favored individual had ar
rived at last. gttgmg
It happened that about six months
after Mr. Dering's arrival at Dimple
thorpe, a young lord of no small im
portance made his appearance upon
the scene. He was the younger son of
a peer, and had a seat in parliament,
possessed a fair amount of brains,
and was in Joe's opinion, "rather jol-
ly." His ancestral halls were in the
far north, but he had purchased Hol
lingsworth lodge, a place not five mil^s
distant from the park-gates of Geils
ton, and there at the commencement
of the hunting season his lordship
took up his abode. Needless to relate
he had not long been acquainted with
Joey Lyttelton before he had
fallen very deeply love with
her. As for Joe, she liked him
tolerably well, altho' she told her
mother he was "horribly conceited,
and required taking down a peg orleft
two.'* so in turn for all his kind at
tentions and pretty little attempts at
love-making, naughty Joe chaffed and
teased him, until he gnawed at hiswith
tawny mustache, and avowed that
it was totally impossible to under
stand her.
Mrs. Lyttelton had made up herover
mind to give a cosy little dinnerparty
at the manor house. She was a
languid woman, and objected to
much in the way of exertion, but late
ly it had become evident to her that
Lord Herbert Mandeville's attentions
to her daughter were even more mark
ed than hitherto, and she felt that
something must be done by her to
bring affairs to a crisis. The dear
girl could not be persuaded to look at
the matter seriously, but her mother
was quite conscious of the faet that it
would be a rery good thing for them
both if Joe could be brought to accept
his lordship's heart and fortune, as
soon as they were laid at her feet.
And this tribute to Joe's many
charms was not long in being paid.
It happened that the very day be
the dinner-party, when "Mrs. Lyt
telton was alone in her Doudoir about
the time of afternoon tea, Lord Her
ber Mandeville was announced. Joe
was out riding, but for once his lord
ship seemed rather relieved than oth
erwise to hear it, and before he took
his leave he had imparted his heart's
secret to Mrs. LyUeUon. He told her
frankly that he was too much afraid
of a refusal to risk speaking himself to
Miss Lyttelton, but he hoped that
her mother would be his friend in this
matter and plead his cause for him.
When he had gone Mrs. Lytcelton
sank back in her low wicker-work
chair and reviewed the position,
whi-h she felt was by no means an
easv one. She hated the responsi
bility of having to make up her mind
for herself, and was almost disposed
to quarrel with his lordship for
thurstmg the necessity upon her, for
well she knew that as soon as the
subject was introduced to Joe
th'j whole affair would be treated as
an excellent joke. What was she to
do? There wag no one to whom she
could turn in her dilemma, unless
why, yes, to be sure! Why had nottimes
this idea presented itself to her soon
er?
She could, of course, appeal to Mr.taking
Dering and ask his assistance in bring
ing Joe to her senses. This dear girl
always seemed disposed to approve of
Mr. Dering's opinion, and had been
known on more than one occasion to
sit corrected when he had quietly con
tradicted some assertion of hers. Mrs.
Lyttelton had already sent him acard
for her select dinner party, and he had
accepted the invitation but now she
dispatched a note to him, bagging him
to come to her on the following even
ing an hour earlier than the other
guests, as she was 111 great anxiety and
wished to avail herself of h*is kind ad
vice and assistance.
She felt she could rely upon his com
ing, and she was not disappointed in
him. The clock in her boudoir had
just chimed 7 when Mr. Dering was
announced.
Mrs. Lyttelton rose languidly to
meet him, feeling what an untold ad
vantage it was to have a man like
this young clergyman to whom she
could turn in her perplexity. She
told him all her story, with an earnest
ness that was almost childish in its
simplicityhow dear Joe was always
sweet and good in every thing except
the matter of her own love affairs.
She felt, she said that it would be best
to tell her as soon as possible of Loid
Mandeville's proposal, but had put it
off until the following day in the hope
that Mr. Dering would kindly consent
to be present at the ordeal, and say a
word in season for his lordship.
Dick Dering listened gravely, hardly
speaking a word, until all the partic
ulars of the case had been fully ex
plained to him. He knew Mrs. Lyt
telton well, and understood her bet
ter than most people, pitying her in
ertness and really feelinglor her anxiety
on behalf of her daughter. What the
performance of this duty would be to
him, he did not for a moment pause
to consider, and after a few minutes
of silent deliberation he had made up
his mind. When he expressed himself
willing to help her to the best of his
ability thro' her difficulty, the poor
lady's overwrought feeling gave way,
and she burst into tears.
Their interview had lasted nearly
three-quarters of an hour, and Mr.went
Dering rose at oncefeeling that his host
ess wish to bealone for a few minutesbe
fore it would be necessary for her to re
ceive herguests. She thanked him with
a languid smile, and he left her with a
few words of sympathy and encour
agement to the effect that everything
was sure to come right in time.
But for him things had gone so far
wrong that there seemed not the re
motest chance of their'coming right
again.
In the hall he found that the first
guest had already arrived. Lord Her-
flerberts
_,
bert Mandeville had divested himself
of his fur-liued coat, and was warming
his aristocratic hands at the great
pme-log fire. The two men had just
saluted each other, and were speculat
ing on the prospect of a good" run on
the morrow, when clown the stairs
came a lovely apparition in a trailing
robe of ivory satin, edged with Mech
lin lace.
It was Joe. of course. $A
She was intent upon settling" "to her
satisfaction the last button-hole
of her long gloves, and her straight
brows were drawn into a little pucker
of anxiety over the operation. Lord
Herbert gazed at her in openmouthed
admiration, and try as he would Dick
Dering could not bring himself to turn
away his eyes from that vision ot love
liness with the crown of ruddy golden
hair. v^r^'V^V^i* li $&
After a minute or two she deigned to
notice them, giving her hand and a
raciou bow to each, but for Lord
Mandeville was reserved a
smile for which, in his heart, Dick Der
ing knew he would have given a whole
year's income.
Those of the guests who amused
themselves by watching Joe that even
ing aver that they never saw her so
brilliantor so beautiful. She was tak
en in to dinner by Lord Herbert, and
thro'out the entire evening he never
her side. She sang his favorite
songs at his request, with a sweetness
that it did one's heart good to hear,
and although she declined to stroll
him through the conservatory,
whose doors at the end otthedi awing
room were standing invitingly open, it
became evident before the evening was
that some of theflowersshe
wore had found their way to Lord
Herbert's buttonhole.
There was much shaking of heads
amongst the guests that night as th*y
drove home in' the dark across Geil
ston nark. Everybody prophesied of
the grand wedding that was sure to
take place in Dimplethorpe before
long, in which Lord Herbert Mande
ville and Joe Lyttelton would play
the most important parts.
And perhaps it was not surprising
that they should have expected this,
seeing that they were not permitted,
as we are, to see the last move in the
programme of that eventful evening.
Dick Dering was the last of thequence
guests to take his leave his hostess
had kept him chattering to her until
the great drawing room was empty
and the last carriage had rolled
away. He bade her good night at
las t, and made his way along the cor
rid or to the hall, which was dimly
lighted at this late hour of the night.
He had not seen Miss Lyttelton since
Lord Herbert's departure but just as
he had struggled into his greac-coat,
and was about to open the hall door,
there came a rustling of skirts along
the corridor, and in a moment Joe
was at his side.
"You haven't gone Mr. Dering? lam
thankful!" she began, panting a little
as if she had been running hard. I
looked into the drawing-room just
now, and when I saw mother alone I
was afraid you had gone away with
out saying good night to me. Mr. Der-
ing," pausing a little and drooping her
pretty head, "you aren't angry with
me, are you?"
"Angry with you? What nonsense!"
cried Dick almost impatiently. "Why
should I be? Have you been doing
anything naughty?"
"Well, you look as if you were angry
with me. You have not spoken to
me once all the evening, and some
you have looked as black as
thunder. I think it is horribly un
kind of you," she said with a pout,
no notice of his unnatural ques
tions,
"I don't think you required any at
tention from me," Dick answered slow
ly, without looking at her.
"Now that's nonsense!" ahe cried
impatiently, tapping her pretty foot
upon the tiles. "I like attention, as
you call it, from everybody, and you
never take any notiee of me. You are
angry with me, I can see it in your
face, and I am not at all happy about
it. Won't you forgive me, please?"
laying a white hand upon hia arm.
Dick turned and looked at her. Hebut
felt that he was rapidly losing his
head, and this was his last act ot fol
ly. There sh9 was, her lovely plead
ing eyes looking up at him pathetical
ly. There were no rings upon her
pretty left hand as it lay on his arm,
and almost before he knew what he
was doing he had taken it tenderly in
his and kissed it twice.
Then in another moment he washis
striding down the avenue, angrily tell
ing himself that he was a fool and a
coward. The girl did not even care
for him she was only a heartless lit
tle flirt, and to-morrow he was going
to plead with her the cause of anoth
er!
But at the manor house somebody
was creeping upstairs to bed, her own
left hand pressed closely now against
her smiling lips.
"Oh, Dick, Dick, how can you be
so proud?" she was saying to
hermade
glad heart. "Can't you see it written
in my face that I love you?"
And I have every reason to believe
she gave not another thought to Lord
Herbert Mandeville that night.
In the afternoon of the following
day Joe came stepping down the
broad staircase in her pretty prim
rose-colored tea-gown, a thoughtful
smile curling her lips. Her old nurse,
Margaret, had told her that Mr. Der
ing was in the boudoir with her moth
er, and she was going there now to
afternoon-tea. She wondered wjhy he
had come, and what he would say to
her whether he would speak kindly,
or devote his attentions solely to her
mother. JM
She opened the doornsoftly "Ind
in, lovelier than ever, Dick Der
ing thought, with that soft bright light
in her eyes.
The rodm was almost in darkness
except for the flickeringfire-lightandJefferson,
the glow of the rose colered lamp
which hung in an alcove between the
long windows.
/Joe stood still by the door irseso
lute she felt somehow as if she had
been doing cornetning unusually repre
hensible, and these two were going to
scold her about it.
i
"Joey, darling, come here," said her
mother, nervously, as her daughter
*%$ ssfey ^ft1: wt,
Ti?T
appeared in the doorway/If*r have Funny Country Law-Suits
been wishing to speak to you serious- East Aurora, N. Y. Letter W
ly upon a certain matter for the last
few days, and I feel that it must not
be put ojgf any longer. Mr. Dering has
kindly promised to help me, so I hope
you will be* a good girl and listen to
reason." h? ^3
"Well, go on'" said Joe
advancing slowly into the room. I
thought there was some sort of a
scolding in store for me, but what it
can be about I can not 'imagine.
Break it to me gently, whatever it is."
"My dear child, do not begin to
joke about it," cried her mother al
most in despair, "it is a most serious
matter and one which involves your
whole future life."
She then began, and with much
earnestness endeavored to impress
upon her daughter the desirability
of her accepting Lord Herbert's
offer as quickly as possible. When
aer oration had come to an end, she
turned beseechingly to Mr. Dering,
who said a few kind words for his
lordship. I don't suppose they were
particularly eloquent words, but hepay
spoke them simply and earnestly,
with the honest endeavor to put hise
own heart's desire entirely out ot the
question and bring about only what
seemed to him the best thing in life for
the girl whom he truly loved.
When he had finished there was a
silence of about three minutes, in the
room, at the end of which, "Well, I
never'" exclaimed Joe with an aston
ished gasp.
There is no need to enter into further
details of this interview of how Mrs.
Lyttelton begged and prayed, until
she had worked herself into a state ot
mild excitement impossible to describe,
or of how Joe stood, before her reso
lutely, with a look of determination
about her pretty red lips, which I ver
ily believe must have secretly rejoiced
Dick Dering's heart.
At last the long-suffering parent
could stand it no longer. She
wasblacksmith
"weeping a little weep"as Joe expressed
it, and declared herself entirely upset
by her daughter's willfulness so,press
ing her handkerchief to her eyes and
sighing pathetically, she beat a hasty
retreat, perhaps in the hopes that as
soon as she had withdrawn the light
of her countenance, Mr. Dering's elo
would burst forth afresh. But
in this the poor lady was woefully
mistaken. As soon as the door had
closed upon her retreating form, there
fell a profond silence upon the twoehe
had left behind.
Joe was standing on the hearthrug
gazing thoughtfully into thefire be
hind her in the shadow sat Dick Der
ing, his elbow leaning on a gypsy-ta
ble.his hands carefully covering his eyes
to hide from hisgaze that lovely.brlght
haired vision in the primrose-colored
gown.
"Mr. Dering," she said at last, with
a coaxing note in her voice but he
maintained a solemn silence and took
no notice of her. "Mr. Dering, are
you deaf?" much more impatiently.
"Why don't you answer when I speak
to you?"
She turned'her pretty face to him.
but he only altered his position a
little, and said not a word in reply.
She looked at him for a moment, and
her mind was quite made up.
"Dick, do you want me to marry
this man?" she said very wistfully.
"No, Joe I do not," was all he
could reply.
"Then what are you going on
aoout?" she cried, with a laugh that
was half a sob.
He rose suddenly and came a step
nearer her, out of the shadow into
the uncertain firelight. She looked
up at him and their eyes meff.
"Dick, how can you be so proud9
Just as if I could not see thro' you!
You will not help me to tell you what
is in my heart, but whatever vou may
think of me,l must be true to myself."
The clock on the mantelpiece chimed
out the hour, and the great pine log
on the fire fell in two with a mighty
crash.
"I love you. Dick," she said then
simply, holding out her trembling
hands.
I nevei heard what happened next,
I think it must have been some
thing rather unusual. When Joe was
telling me her story, at this point she
observed, after a bhort pause, "I nev
er Was so happy in my life."
Later on, I believe Dick said to her
something to this effect:
"Dear little true love of mine, do
you know what you are doing? Will
you not marry Lord Mandeville with
ancestral halls and a handle to
his name?"
Not for Joe!" she replied with all
her saucy petulance and so it came
to pass that these two were wed.
curiouslP
Two White House Paintings.
From the Milwaukee Sentinel.
The Martha Washington was paint
ed in 1878, and Mr. Andrews received
$3,000 for it. I is a wonderfully
good piece of work. Mr. Andrews
a most diligent search for some
of Martha Washington's costumes,
but without success. The dress used
is an authentic copy of the costume
at the time. I twas made by Worth
in Paris tor Mrs. Darling, the wife of
the proprietor ot the Fifth Avenue ho
tel in New York, who had it made es
pecially for her to wear at Martha
loaned the costume to Mr Andrews,
Jlr^l
^LEm.fi!Le
a&5
actin^g in that capacity whos form
was stout and plump like Mrs. Wash
ington's, but whose face was anything
but as comely. The face of the por
trait was copied from miniatures
found in the Washington relics.
Tom Clark, a clerk in the supervis
ing architect's office in the treasury
department, was the model for
theriedd
also painted by Mr. An
drews. Mr. Andrews made a careful
study of all descriptions of Jefferson's
dress, and there being none of his cos
tumes left, he had one made in New
York, which Mr. Clark wore. No bet
ter model could have been iound than
Tom Clark. He is a tall, graceful, cav
alier specimen of manhood, and the
selection re-inforced Mr. Andrew's
special talent remarkably.,
"T *l
ustices
A 'Wu$**3
I
Ten years ago the town of Wa1e3,
Eri county, enjoyeel a reputation as
the center of country law-suits in that
section of New! York The local
wbo
therState.
werefourinth
township, were kept constantly busy
listening to arguments involving the
most trivial cases imaginable. An old
fellow named John Rowe wa3continu
ally in hot water with his neighbors,
and when he was not the defendant in
a law-suit he generally had one onfield,
hand against some one else. John
conducted a small saw-mill on theage
banks of Buffalo creek, and lived in a
little house all by himself. He bad a
number of hens about him, and these
hens were one of the principal sources
of his troubles.
On one occasion he was sued for
damages because his fowls scratched
Up the corn of one of his neighbors,
and the Judge decided that he must
something like 25 cents for theB's
destruction wrought by the scratch
In this case, the lawyers' fees and
court expenses, before the case was
finally decided, amounted to upward
of $100, but the plaintiff did not care
a snap about this, although he had
to mortgage his farm to pay his share.
He had downed John Rowe, and that
sufficed.
By far the mosb celebrated case
that ever occurred in the town, how
ever, was that which a blacksmith
in Wales Center sued the tax collector
for one cent, and secuied a verdict.
The blacksmith and the tax-collector
had be^n good friends for years, but
something came between them, and
they were transformed into bitter
enemies. The blacksmith had paid
his taxes with the ncception ot four
cents. The collector came around to
get his balance one day, when the
handed him a
nickel. "I'll keep that, odd
cent for interest," said the col
lector. "If you don't pay it over I'll
be if I don't sue you," renhed the
blacksmith. The collector'paid no
attention to this, and walked away
with the odd cent.
Two or three days afterward he was
summoned to appear before Justice
Gail to answer the suit of the black
smith. Each side secured the services
of the best legal talent in the town,
Joe Sheaver representing one, and Si
Emery the other. The collector de
cided that he would rather risk his
chances before a jury than with the
Judge alone, consequently the Con
stable was notified to find twelve
good men and true who knew nothing
of the merits of the case and who
were unprejudiced. This proved to be
a very difficult matter. Three times
the jury was hung, and the case ex
tended over several weeks. The court
was held in one corner of a room in a
country inn. Boniface made almost
as much out of the witnesses as the
lawyers secured from the litigants. At
last, after each side had paid its atent
torneys several hundred dollars, the
jury decided that the collector must
pay over to the blacksmith the sum
of one cent with costs, and an execu
tion was forthwith issued.
Cologne.
Cologne is chiefly interesting to visit
ors on account of its Cathedral and
its Cologne water. To s* the one and
to buy some of the other are the two
great objects of travelers here. But,
apart from*these principal attractions,
we shall find the city very interesting.
Most of the streets are queer and old,
some of the houses dating from-the
thirteenth century and the Rhine,
which is here crossed by along bridge
of boats, present a verv busy and live
ly scene with its craft of many kinds.
The real Cologne water is made by
Johann Maria Farina, but when we
go out to buy some, we may be a lit
tle perplexed by finding that
there are some thirty or
forty people of this name, all
of whom keep shops for the sale of
Cologne water. There are a great
many descendants of the orignal in
ventor of this perfume, and the law
does not permit any one to assume
the name who does not belong to the
family but the boy babies of the Far
inas are generally baptized Johann
Maria, so that they can go in the
Cologne water business when they grow
up. There are two or three shops
where the best and "original" water is
Bold, and at one of these we buy some
of the celebrated perfume, generally
sold to travelers fn small wooden
boxes containing four or eix bottles,
which we get at a very reasonable
price compared with what we have to
pay for it in America. We cannot
take much more than this, because
Cologne water is classed as spirits by
the Custom-house authorities in Eng
land, and each traveler is allowed to
bring only a small quantity of it into
that country. 'f
The Archbishop's Romance,
Mme. Mohl Komi niscences.
One day at breakfast Archbishop
Whately told ucso a remarkable storey
of a womannt married when very
a of India. A th
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Frank R. Stockton, in St.Nicholas
October.
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suppose
and an officer who saved her. She
was very beautiful, and he educated
and married her. In time she became
a widow and returned to England. He
had left her all his money, and she
was well received by his relations, be
ing still very charming. One day her
mai told her she was ^oing to be mar
to a discharged soldier. The
mistress approved and asked to see
him. When he was introduced, after
looking steadily at him for some min
utes, she went up and fetched a shawl.
"Do you know that shawl?"
sheiask
ed. "Yes." he replied.
MI gave to
my wife when we married." "I am your
wife!" she exclaimed. She took him
back, and hedrank away all his senses
and her fortune, and finally died,
after making her life miserable.
A Country Lawyer.
From the Newark Journal.
Some twenty-five or thirty yea
ago there lived in Iowa a young ma
by the name of Samuel Randolph, a,
that time engaged in teaching a COU&
try school, and during leisure hour!
reading Blackstone in orderto qualifj
himself for' admission to the bar
Near the schoolhouse lived two farm
ers, who will be designated as A an|
B. A owned a large number of hogs,
which he allowed to run at large t^
feed on the mast. owned a corn
fenced with a badiy dilapidated
brush fence. He also owned a sa
dog. When the corn began
ripen, A's hogs madeofrequent raid*
into the field and helped themselves
to the corn. B, being greatly annoy ei
by them, finally set his dog on "thi
hogs and worried them considerably
When A discovered his lascer
ated hogs .he was full of wrath
The next day A started, with ai.
ax on his shoulder, to go to his tira
ber to chop wood, which led him
house, and seeing B's wife insidi
of B's lot, about thirty or forty fee)
from the fence, milking a cow,
stopped at the gate and inquired fo
B. Being informed tnatB was not. a
home, he threatened to smash
the earth if he ever dogged his ho:
again, and to demonstrate how b'
Avoulddoit he brought his ax dowi
on the fence wth a fe .rful blow.
then left. When returned his wif
inforned him oi A's threat, whic)
made him madder than a March hare
and off he goes to the schoolhou&e
consult Sam Randolph whether hi
would sue A "with the law." Ran
dolph, after consulting his Blackstom
and the statutes, informed him tha.
the act constituted the offense of "as
sault with intent to inflict great bodi
ly injury," and advised to com
mence a criminal prosecution againaa
A.
fc
Randolph drew up an informatior_
and took it to the nearest justice
and had a warrant issued for A's ar
rest. A being duly arVested, and
a day set for the trial, Randolph
appeared for the prosecution anc
a man named Jones as attorney
for the defendant. The witnesses being
sworn, the facts as above stated were
duly proven. Randolph then proceed-
ed with a lengthy argument, not tc
convince the court of the defendant's
guilt, but to convince the court and
bystanders that he had read Black
stone, and concluded his argument
with the following peroration: "May
it please your honor, the summum
bonum of the whole business is that
the defendant is guilty."*
Then Jones.for the defense, address
ed the court as follows: "Your honor,
it may be that under that old law of
summum bonumwhich was that if
any man was charged with a crime,he
was guilty, whether he had ever donef
anything wrong or notthat my cli
is guilty but that law was an un
just law enacted by despots and ty
rants to oppress theweak and the poor.
That was the law of this country down
to the time of the revolutionary war
when our forefathers rebelled against
it, and after seven long years of
bioody war, finally repealed it with
their swords and enacted in its stead_
the great law of E Fluribus Unum,
which is that a man is never guilty of
any crime until he does something
wrong. Now, since prosecutor waK
not within a mile of the fence when
the blow was struck, he could not
have been injured and as the blow
did the fence no harm, my client did
no wrong. Therefore, under the great
law of E Plunbus Unum, which is now
the law of this country, he i3 not
guilty, and should be discharged."
The justice then summed up the case
as follows: "Well, it appears by the
argument that under the old law of
summon bonus the defendant is guilty
but my father was a revolutionary
soldier, and I've heard him tell all
about the revolutionary war, and SQ
I know that the old law of summun
bonus has been abolished, and the
great law of E Plunbus Unum now
waves all over thi* country. So I lets0
the defendant go."
II
Two Brave Girls. $
From the London Times.
The examination of the many cases
of saving life from drowning during
the summer bathing and boating sea
son submitted to the Royal Humane
Society having been completed, the
committee has bestowed its awards in
accordance with risk incurred. The
silver medal, of which only two have
been recently bestowed, has been giv
en to Miss Fanny Isabel Rowe, a
young girl of 15 and daughter of the
Rev. G. Rowe of Topcroft, near
Bungay, for saving the life of a little
boy named Francks, who had fallen
into the lake at Neuchatel, Switzer
land, while playing on the jetty last
July. His brother, though not
able to swim, jumped in aft
er him and both were in
great danger in sight of spec- 1
tators, none of whom it appears
could swim, and certainly did not ren
der any assistance. Miss Rowe dived
after the younger boy, whom she
brought to the surlace, but lost her
hold of his hair through its being very
short. She dived again, and getting
him this time bv the ear brought him
to the jetty, where be was lifted out%
of the water. Miss Rowe is stated to
have al* aaved rhe elder boy.
The bronze medal has been award
ed to Miss M. Strachey, aged 17,
daughter of the British Charge TAf
fairs at Dresden, for saving Miss M.
Taylor, who, while trying to swim at
Sandy Inland, Hollgoland, got out of
her depth, sank, and was being carried
by the tide. Miss Stracky swam to the
drowning lady's assistance, and
brought her to shore in a fainting con*
dition. *&,
UP
i.^ii
N.
A brother in prayer meeting in a
neighboring town the other night
prayed for the absent who were pros- jnaw
trated on'beds of sickness and sofas|
of wellness.-Rutland Herald.
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