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Tombstone epitaph. (Tombstone, Ariz.) 1887-current, January 11, 1891, Image 2

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TEN MNUTES A DAY.
Mollie had given, up her music. Every
one regretted it. jhmsu missed the
light touch of her daughter's topn on
'the piano, which sometimes stood silent
for weeks, and rejoiced when Mollis de
clared herself to be in a musical mood,
""JCiuuijo sbe only played snatches of her
old pieces, and those Indifferently well;
And pap,' requests for his favorite melo
dies were too often met with the unsatis
factory answer that "Mollis couldn't ploy
.- -.tbeci sow she mu til oat of practice."
, Brother Tom crumbled when she railed la
V bis accompaniment, "that, after all the
time she had spent drumming on that old
, piano, if she could sot play simple things
like thus It was a pity." His sister folly
cgreed with him, and did not change her
Blind as time passed on and ah was
asked to play at several little gatherings
of her friends, where "Mollie'a amsio"
bad always been one o! the pleaaanUst
features of the evening, and she was
bilged to decline on the tiresome plea of
"not playing without her notes."
"I think it's too bad," exclaimed Bes
sie Arlington, one of hex special cronies.
"Moliie vised to play so lovely, and she
w&a slirav an yiIm An3 obHHnir SLhnnt ft
i and played wheneTcr she was asked; and
, - ucrc uu uuo w iamjo uvr )uw out CiTa
Harris, and she has to be teased so long
1 before she -will strike a note that it spoilt
L all the pleasure."
"So it does." said another tdIc. "And
now that MoUie's out of school she ought
tc iTi t?7T U practice trrso OTS a
day, if she wanted to."
"Oh, Bosejvwton" ied Amy Leslie,
"you don't know anything about it. Just
-u tut tou leave scnool, ana see now
many boars you practice sr do anything
, regularly, -It's awfully hard. You don't
accomplish as much in a year as yon
would in three months of school."
- . "Allowing to a lack of system," said
V. Bessie, with the tone and manner of one
-ywnopad been torougn vanea experiences
i and aermtreii T&Kt stores of wisdom tier.
- . from. The girls laughed.
'I suppose it's so," said Amy, "be
Mollie is systematic; rather, at least, she
means to be," she added, not feeling quite
sore of her ground. "And she is busy al
rnostalltbe time."
"She is a dear girl, anyway," said ber
friend Helen Starr. "And I know she te
too busy to practice, for it does take a lot
of time. Only it seems a pity."
So It did, and no one realized it mors
than Mollie, When she left school a
year before, she had congratulated cerseli
on the fact that her time was her own,
and she could spend it as she pleased.
''Bat, for that reason she would not wast
f.!tShCrould be rery diligent, and though
-arsfce should not study in the summer, she
r would continue her music She hid a
fair touch, was a rapid reader, and played. 4
w wltn expression ana accuracy; tier en
f great falling was a dislike to steady prnc
f tice -aTaricc perseverance. Such being
. the case, perhaps it was not strange thai,
ramid the vacation gsyeties, her hours of
'practice crew lees and leu frequent, and
finally ceased altogether, and she trusted
to her memory and former instruction for
her present skill. And so the days slipped
by, bright with pleasures, that by and by
would have glided Into joyful memories;
and the autumn came, and Motile re
turned to "her home, but the music was
not resumed, "it seemed as if she nevet
had any time;" which often meant she
did not take it. But, to Mode's credit,
bo it said hers was a busy winter: she
studied French and German, attended a
literature cIgas, and was a member of a
Shakespeare club; and H. -is probable she
might sot hare realized that ber musical
talent was decreasing, but that one day,
when she vsa playinz'to her friends, sti
broke down in the middle of ber piece and
bad to lc&Te the piaiia Falthf ol practice
6wr-tbe"obe-Htlting needfoL and Mollis
knew it; but, like many older and wiso
e soula, sJ resolved and planned, and
s failed to eaecnte.
And the months rolled on, until one
Coy in December f ho awoke with a star!
te the fact that tho last day of the year
baj arriTed. anil that she was utterly nn-
Volfelo play a sinjls piece correctly. T"or
flfta minutes she sat silent, wrapped in
ajittwn stndy; then she took from the
' 'ywe a note book and pencil, and, as Uie
i&lt of ber xeTerit, wrote down the fol-
iag
zasoLTB:
Uat J. Mollic "WInlhrop, aged 18, on
this 3 lit day of December, will, on each
.day of the year, commencing to-morrow,
derete ten minates to the practice of utc
ifloirr exercises and scales.
yin Jfce year oi our ira eignieen nnn-
a7a eiyciy-nre.
KejeiilBe. pcragrapn aiono, wita
najmmsea expression, -it khuibjum
Iwcranaking my wfll," iio murainred.
Well, o I am disposing- of my time
Instead of ,my money, for my own benefit
U&teadiSf other people's." Se laW tb'
bosk asWe, ano lurnen to me n--t
rf Venice." the next sfect for the
hskespeisre club. She had read bit a
y lalnotcs woe stie-neaTO iigai. iuw
ra on tltestalrss-Bd the sonnd of Kf Ksh
jnter, ana prescBwjp uvi ujionpism
wis cntcrcH ibc ijm.
Vdl, Mollie, my dear, bow are yot I"
Xmy Jjesbe. "1 Bare cot seen y in
tierfcet ace. TTbat hTe reo beev
cQtjs rjtn yourself all tW lossdayT'
Wfcerespon Jtollie prodneed her note-
e- bo8aad read them her "Beselre." It
mefiWik Amy's cordial apprornl; JleXeS
s ietiCed far opinion, bat Jfe4e looked la-
.uuniBgunss hk . --j. '--
ftlfeTeSearkwp It. a1 At4ce tb
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JSy-ej' " t.
sSirotiJF reolrea be.
again. "Bnl I
s oBe,-Bd I tbink
fat the look
faee. "i
"Bnt I
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feeea toatrfeuejij, I shall keep tnyfean4
to,1 as people oy, and not law anything,
it I daat gain much."
Of clorse," ana'rered IteUn.
"Bus," persisted lbssie. "ten xainuiM
Is not any lime &t a'J, Ton ought to
practice an boor at the very least, and I
can se you are too busy to do that,"
Ten minutes is better than nothing,"
argTtfd,Joillt. "And you can do a good
deal iaOTrenthat time if you giro your
ml tut Uj , -si "y -'j;k ssi SO-"
fuss. And another thing I juit detest
those Dcales, and I think it's kind of weak
rninded to hate a thine you bare to do
every day of your life, and so I'm going
to try nod like them. Perhaps by the end
ol the year J shall quite enjoy them. Who
knows!"
Bessie looked at her with admiring eyes.
She often opposed her for the sake of get
ting her into an argument, (or she liked
to bear Mollie talk. "Do you know what
my brother llarry said about X9U the
other day? He called you. 'a real little
enthalsst. "
Moliio looked slightly puttied. "I
don't know whether to taks that as a com
pliment or not," sbe said. "He might
hare thought I made too much fuss OTer
little things."
The girls laughed. "I should call it a
deckled compliment," said Helen, "and I
should be charmed If any ona said it
about me."
"Don't be alarmed, they never will,"
said Bessie.
Helen sighed. "I know it," the
answered, in a mock melancholy tone.
"So one appreciates me. Nobody under
stands me. When I leave this dreary
world I shall bare the Inscription on my
tombstone:
"She hath dose what tb cooM
Aad been mSuuxJentocd.'
When the small breeze excited by Hel
en's nonsense bad subsided, Bessie In
quired, with provoking coolness, "Mollie,
what would you do if you should go out
camping as joa did but summer, where
you cannot by any possibility have a
piano"
This was a question, and for a minute
an omniocs aile nee earned. Then Moll!
said wl -K--lftll r"""" "Oi, I
(hall Had somo way, I am sore."
"Might practice on an old tin pan," pat
in Bessie, sarcastically.
Yes," said Mollie, grSTely. "That's a
good Idea, and I'll remember it. Or I
might take some paper and mark off a
keyboard of an octaTe or two and paste it
on a plank. I could play beautifslly on
that, and It would at least keep my finger
limber "
"Bmvof" cried Amy. "Mollie, you're
a genius."
"So sbe is, and I should love to enjoy
her edifying company loaser, but I sup
pose I must go to my old painting lesson,"
Ugbed Helen.
"Old jwjntinff lesson," echoed Mollis,
"I thought you liked it."
So I should, if I coald paint flowerr
and people and things, but as for sitting
and looking at an old vase for two hours
gazing aIon-,f a pencil to get the propor
tions, I think it's stupid," growled Helen.
"I knew I coald paint ten times better it
I did the things that I liked."
"When you converse npon topics be
yond your comprehension, Miss Stan,
you do not create an impression of your
knowledge, but only expo&e your pro
found ignorance," prosed Mollie, in
grandiose manner.
"Well, I shan't stay hero to be laughed
at." said Helen. "It's time I -was there,
this very minute" dancing at the clock.
'Good by, Mollie." And giving her a
hasty kiss she took Bexsie's arm, and
the three girls hurried from the room.
During the months that followed Moili
had abundant opportunity to test th
strength of ber resolution. At first tb
eenM of novelty and the enthusiasm that
always accompanies a new idea made her
self irqpuscd task an easy one, bnt gradu
ally this died away, and many times was
the music neglected until almost bed
time, when she reluctantly left the pleas
ant game or fascinating book to do vrh.it.
with a little forethought, niigbtbavs beea
an agreeable duty. Mamma hod beee
told of the plan, and had htnghed ut
the formally worded "Hesolve," baj
heartily approved of It, and now, though
she sometimes wondered at her dsogh
ter's foretfnlncss, sbe held her peace,
remembering that it was M"iiie's affair,
and knowing that, if the g'rl did once
really neglect it, ber wounded pride and
the sense of failure would be a sufficient
punishment. And by and by Moilie dis
covered the value of a little syetem, and
then she might bare been seen every
morning, directly after breakfast, practic
ing with an energy and determination that
went far toward conquering the difticulllrs
of the complicated exercises.
At last the time arrived forMollie's
rammer fluting, and one pleasant day la
June tho four girls were gathered to
gether in ber little sanctum for a "good
by talk." '
"Oh, dear!" sighed Helen. "It dees
not seem any time since winter, and no
X't summer again, and I shall miss yoa
o dreadfully."
"Ditto," answered Mollie, brightly.
"But perhaps it won't sesra anytime u J
autumn, and tljen I shall la barv yog'
know. And you will not "J-. me lone,
for In another meat you wOl be revil
ting in the tr-ures of Martha's Vine
fjti"
"Iktjr-vit," pruned Helen. "But a
whoK flftonthia this dreadful dty, with
i thermometer over eifihty, and every
oal away, And nothing to do ohl"
Came, Helen," cried Amy, '-ilon't
look so doleful, a. yoa'U give cs all the
cities. You've mads eves Mollis look
wber."
Moilie cotradfcd this fctatement by a
beaming untie that was reflected in lbs
feces of Uie others. Even Helen looked
more efeeerf aL l'ira are the most com
fortable girt," ea safcL ul don't beoevr
you ever were homesick In your life."
aftM'l," eald Mollie. promptly. "I
Brtenbard enough."
The girls broke into a chorus of langb
ter. "Tried to bo homesick! What dt
yoa rneani"
"Just what I said," answered Mollie,
stoutly. "You know last summer msmms
weat to Europe, and left me with Ann)
Linda? Well, everybody kept saying
T?oor little girl, bow you must miss your
mother! Aren't you dreadfully bonie
nekf until I began to feel really troubled
because I wasn't. And one night I tried
to cry myself to sleep thinking aboct It,
But 'twas bo nse I never dm cry easy,
tad I thought I was tbe mot heartleft
cresturs alive- So I wrote to mamtn
Ibat everybody seemed to expect me to b
homesick, bat I wasn't, and I hoped sh
roald not fret hsrt. tot I trfl wI tonA
bt.tr was bavins such a good time th& 1
touldn't."
Well." said Bessie, laughing, iart
Bat, to cuig.wfl son
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trtav- WoriSeliad Idea.
Iiii i i i jjeci,ta.rejrair uinn au pac.euj . .
iir-nias S&SAllTcxcefif Eivzrib&cns and'UCfti. asc
''fPlZT, II!!? le top tray, yoaAy
TOMBSTONE EPITAPH, SUNDAY. JANUARY u, iSQi
Mollie'a ready answer. "Watting to ba
tarss out the raiscto I reach Eulo's to
morrow nfternoaa."
"Oh, Helen." exclaimed Amy, "d4 ted
u luHlt ifSISJ- ,'TT F w- i iii tnn-r
ceurd n word, and I am just lunging to
know."
Consequently Helen launched into one
of those lengthy and eomprcbsnslve de
scriptions so delightful to gir!4b. hearts, j
Ana as site felt quite in her native Io
unu's mud ov luterrsung detail had es
caped her observant eyes, It bid fair to
rival "the story without an end," and
was only concluded by tbe ringing of the
tea hell, which was followed by a general
leave taking, when, after repeated kisses
and caresses and many earnest entrant les
to "writo real often and tell na every
thing," tbe girls departed.
It is nevtilesa to relate Ui varied pleas-
ures of the next three mouths; suffice it j
that Moll lt considered ft the lovelVet '
summer she had ever spent, and the few
uiinut&A' nrriin hj betcsssuds s set
ter of coarse that she felt no temptation
to neglect it.
The months glided rapidly by, ana, al
most before she knew it, Mollie found
herself on the threshold of another year.
Sbe was pUying over some of her old
pieces, with a happy sense of her recov
ered power, when Bessie Arlington ap
peared, followed by Amy and Helen.
"We're the visiting committee," she
explained. "Come to inquire into the
state of your accomplishments. I sup
pose you've not forgotten that your year
U up?"
"Xo," nU Mollie, laughing. "Bnt I
ball commence another' on to-morrow."
"Good I" cried Amy. "That's what I
call perseverance."
"Hash"' cried Bessie. "I'm tb chair
woman. Come, girls, let's proceed to
business. Mollie, you never know what
thiruK are wortfi until they ore tested, and
so we are going to test yon."
"Have pity s,a me!" pleaded Mollie, In
mock despair. "Is it to be by tbe ordeal
of Are, or thumbscrews, or wbatf"
"Xo," said Bessie, gravel- "We are
not quite educated up to that yet. But I
want to see if your practicing this past
vtar has amounted to anvthine. and so 1
havp bronrtit orer this sonata fur von to
play as a kind of examination, you know."
And Berate seated herself in an easy- j
chair, with what was intended foi a look
of judicial severity.
"But I've never seen it before," fal
tered Mollie. "And I know I can't play
It ideely if I feel yoa are all watching
me."
"Tisn't very hard," whispered Amy,
encouragingly.
"I think it's awful," sighed Helen. "I
tried it this morning, and I couldn't get
through six measures."
Mollie settled her-eir on the piano stool,
turned up the corners of the Ienres and
began to play at Orst slowly and with
hesitation, snd then with Increasing clear
ness and strength, and, as she became
more interested, with a nicety of touch
and an intelligence of expression that re
vealed the benefit of the past year's care
ful practice. As she struck the last chord
sbe fnced ber small audience with an ait
of pardonable pride, and asked triumph
sntly: "Well, Bessie, what do you think
of ten minutes a day now 7"
Bessie's look of severity vanished, and
she sprang from her chair and gave her
friend a roost undignified hug. "You've
done beautifully," she cried. "I knew
yoa would all tbe time. But it's In me
to be perverse, and I thought It mi;bt in
spire you to have an unbelieving creature
like me around. I did it for your goud,
my dear," sbe added sasely.
That night, when Mollie retired to her
room, she noticed on ber I areata two small
drawings that bore tbe marks of Helen's
pencil One was the pxture of a lmle
girl perched on a hlsa piano stool and
practicing, with marvilously Ions fingers,
and an expression thai was evidently In
tended for fierce determination. This
rather weak looking portrait was entitled
"East Perseverance." The other was lb
Sgnre of a tall and striking yoong lady k.
a much beribhoncd and Deflowered gown,
standing by a piano, in the act ot u.cUi.c
s profound courtesy to n unseen nutii
tnce, while bouquets of enormous propor
tion were falling at ber feet. Tiis trulj
jxtr&ordinary work of art was labeled
"Fntnre Fame." Mollie hnd hardly ex
amined them when sh caught sight of a
paper fastened to a pin cushion and bear
Ins these worui, ta Amy's delicate band
rrft!ng, bnt signed with Bessie's name:
Ye lads aad lassies musical,
Conx. Bsten whB ye mar;
The only wajrta learn to play
b to practice erery dajr.
TtilUJtltaif"matJinjp,
tTbo ireti.ed tailhS ully,
and now be tfee greaiect prodigy
Tba world 4id era- tea.
and Uyoa woaU be Sbe ber.
You caast with patience play.
Your Kales asd exercises
Tea mlauies every day.
MolKe laughed merrily over these" char
icterwtic verses, and then she sa.d.
thoughtfully, "Yes, it's really len a
insects, ABd it's sneh a very HtUe thins
to da Oh, I wish every girl would try it
In sure they would if tfcey only knew
iow vrell it's paid " Christian Union.
A JCrvellt TTall Yoatk.
Opio Hied, editor of The Arkansaw
traveler aud author of the forthcoming
novtl, "Lea Gansett," tells rae aa Inter
jllnq ttory about Thomas N"Ison Page,
who was made famous by tbe clmrminj.
L'ltle story, "Men Lady," published two
&r three years ago in The CVfitury. Page
was a poor boy strngsrirt; against his very
nature to learcsjbo a lawyer in a Vlr
ghita town. He had the itch to write,
and be Hd writ this story, "Meh Lady "
Some of bis friends said that it was well
told, asd be tboughi to ninee t, so he sent
It to the Scribriers, who were then pub
lishing The Ceatary. He never hearo
from them and ccnkl nut fetch an answer
to any of the letters he wrote about the
matter Suppudug they bad thrown bis
manuscript away, and knowing the story
was as cood a anv be coald write, he
gave up tbe Idea ot writing and pushed
on in tne law as cm ne couia, maMBK a
very scant livluu. Twelve years after
that be was snrpr'ari U: receive a cheer
from Tbe Century for the story, which
was Uien printort Twelve years that
ttruggibsg yuan? man's fame lay tacked
away In the dost of a p'geon hole, and
be. tinconecioo that.lt whs there, felt sat
Isned that he was a failure as a, writer.
Twelve years, tbs best years of his life,
he wrifqrled alone, maklftg a sort of Hvta?
in a profession for which be had not s.
geniiut, while he might have-been writing
besatsfal stories for tbe pleasure cad
prpat ot toe reading woriu. utucagt.
Tabes.
Jfew KLnirsI Iniltomfj't. ',
A new -mncal tesjfnrncritktboi
stls. fi
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MY BUMMER WALK.
Tb shadow oa tbe tneadoWs breast
7 mn Dwro calm t nan my rrpoie
As iup by step, i am tns guest
Of every titlag tbtag tast groTt-
Uoratio Neisoa rowers.
BARREN HONORS.
My mother was left early a widow,
with five children, all girls. We Inherited
nothing from our well bom ancestors
save well formed noses, white hands, and
low, cultivated voices. My mother was
a proud and courageous woman So
scarce was money with us that we early
1 learned to rise from a dauitny served am
uer cruelly hungry and darn and rodarn
our spotlessly 'clean though simple
dresses. Poor mother, hers was a stern
tuU. t 1 UUck of the long hours during
which she played tbe part of housekeeper,
governess and seamstress, and marvel at
her strength of mind and. body
When i was 17 I was Invited to spend
a few months with our father's cousin, a
Mrs. Beaumont, who lived In great style
In Lentigo. Sbe was that most selfish of
beings, a hypochondriac. That 1 migtjt
do ber some credit, Mrs. Beaumont or
dered a suitable outfit for me. and fine
clothes and good food soon transformed
me from a pile, stooping, dark eyed strip
of a girl into a tall, upright, handsome
young woman. Sbe was too hopelessly
sunk in self to observe the change, and it
was not until her favorito nephew came
on his annua visit that tho admiration
which his young face too plainly showed
opened her eyes to the fact that 1 was a
penniless beautv. the most dangerous
thing in England, where men and women
are seldom given in marriage, but often
bought and sold.
A scene was troublesome, therefore my
hostess contented herself with declaring
herself worse, and ordering her doctor to
prescribe sea air Jack Beaumont was
requested to accompany her to the Isle of
Wight, and I was packed off heme. 1
shall nvr fMwt wmuk '- -Tt rf StlT-
priso when sha saw tbe change in my ap-
pesrance. All that evening she remained
very tboughtfal. nd I began to fear that
my unexpected return as nanny wel
come, until two days later, when with her
sweetest smOe sbe informed me that I
was to put on ?ne of my most becoming
dresses and bchavs my prettiest, as sin
expected an olj frnro to luncheon. My
younger sisters were ordered off to partake
of a cold dinner in the schoolroom, and
my mother and 1 awaited Lord Silurian in
the drawing room. I knew bim to be one
of tho eldest, as to title, of England's
peers, and I heard a w bib per that mamma
might ha" been his countess had her
youthful beauty been made more attract
ive, by tho hundred thousands of pounds
sterling which the lady that heeveutually
married bad brought him.
Ue came a grim faced, stiff old gentle
man, who put on a doable eyeglass and
scanned me closely A glanco of mutual
intelligence passed between mamma and
Ids lordship, which did not tend to put
me at my ease. However. I smiled and
talked as' well as I could, with a beating
heart. After luncheon I was ordered oil
for a waik with the others, and thit even
ing my mother kissed me. saying "Lord
Silurian will bring his son. Lord Trenton,
to call on Wednesday " There was sorae
'bing In ber look and tone that sent me
to ay bed with a "sudden sinking" of
heart
What need to dwell on tho wretched
details of the. next few weeks. Lord
Trenton camo. saw snd. as it eventually
I roved, conquered. I thought inm a most
vacant youth, bnt my mother explained
that bj vras very much struck with me.
snd fcj'h a deux, simple, shy hov. not
withstanding tits great wealth and high
position. "
The wedding day cams, and 1 had seen
n; bridegroom bat twice? On tbesooc
nsions lut father had been in the room.
Lady Silurian I had not seen at ail. bur
LbusbanJ timaghj. me a tiiagniliccnt tiara.
occttac? t-amngs snd bracelets of dia
mom! ili'iMiurian diamonds were famed
nnd regretted that hi wife was too
great an ui valid to present them in per-
I have small recollection of tbecero
cio.it; but I remember tbat my father-in-law
bent over and guided his son's hand
when he signed tbe registry, laughing
snd calling: him a nervous fellow I wrote
sy tnaideu name, Olive Chase, for the lost
tlmo. and Immediately after I. accom
panied by my father in law and husband,
drove to Limestone Towers, the home of
the Silurian family.
There I raadti n hasty dinner alone in
one of tbs magniSeent rooms whica bad
been set apart for me, aad slipping on a
gorgeous wrapper I tried to forget my
woes in tbe pages of soroo of ray favorite
books, too long ray tired bead fell back
an tho fiofa cushion and I slept.
I awoke with a cry and a sense of terror.
A number of wax lights shed a soft radi
ance over tbe basdsoers room, the per- J
russeof rare Cowers niled tho air, and
beading over the couch sa which I lay.
hid hot breath fanning my eheek. was the
ra&u I had married, with an expression on
his fare aad In his evil, shifty e ru. which
God grsnt I may never so.) on any human
face again. For a moment I was para
Ijled uitb a feeling; ef sickening terror;
tuen I rose from tho sofa and moved to
ward the-table.
-Where are yon golngf" he cried. "Net
v fast. Don't you know yea aro rains
nowS
In an Instant ho had mo In his arms,
and was holding me so tightly clasped in
hU embrace that I panted for breath,
wbilo he went on: "Yes, you'r mine,
sofa eaottb. cow I've got away from
that eM devil who's been standing be
tween ns. He thinks I'm safo with
Slack. He's a Aeep one. Yes. you're
Mae. and 1 con tear yeur great, sad. black
f res out, or pinch your white Besb.. e;
bite yon'untO the blood cedes and streaks
p, ur beautiful libs
Oh," I gasped "it yoa are mortal, snd
not a dead, take mo to Lady Silurian;
tab i mo to your mother."
Mr words called forth tha loudest
lauA'ter-
"Lsdy SHorioa." be cried, "youll never
uv her; she's tssd. as atad as a hatter;
curco her. that's when. I get It from.
We'd all ica hot tbajt oM dovil of a
father T cine), aed ta'd l-o mad too If he
were aet t he deviL Yeur raotiur wanted
tbe sacney. job see. aakl she's get it; sho'e
est H, thai get SXOfiOO, a-d I've got
ysv
"Tbe loek vsbisfa he cast on mo froze my
vstry beed. bat bv Ats time I becaa to
' seaj1 -wt ale&rir iSus tiainrs ef lie snara
fin -ifriifcv; -
.f "Rn seized irtj dress.
am lr-n&UUi and'
r
umseiLT wasn't Knew mm to ooatsoms
distanco I half opened my eyes, and saw
to my fce-m.r ilia.; ue appeared to be try
lag to open tl window Suddenly he
dwuBted. aw I beard htm murmur. "No.
his side wont do I want her to fail
."lito the raoal and then bo nmnt find her
Tliw bedroom window's the one."
lis turned his steps toward the bed
room, which lWimd
1 snronir u my ft "i!ed ihsdscr
which opened into" tbe bail as I supposed,
jipd found mylf in a ioag. dark corrl
dor Down thk I ran until I renewed a
narrow staircase leading upward Ag
oalilng fear lent wings lo my feet I
jralned the tipper 6oor and went swiftly
down a Ion- corridor which ran the-length
of Hie opposite wing of t he- house, hoping
to find souju maid servant s door ajar, for
It was impossible to leave the bouse in my
present dress, or rather, undress
Fortune favored m. At the far end
was a large closet, or, more prap&rlv.
ESl wui. arvuuu lue walls of which
wore hong the servants Sunday dresss
I appropriated one of these, a black shawl
ana plain bonnet, the veil of which would
servo to mask me welL
I felt no fear as I glided down tho three
long flights of oaken stops which led to
the back entrance bail, and to ten nun
ntes gained the high road which skirted
the park walk l set but bravely for
my threa miles' walk to M -, where I
could take the earliest train for London.
Here I knew I could dispose of one of my
plainest rings to pay my fare to the city
In M I posted one line to my mother.
"When I can forgivo you," 1 wrote, "yon
shall see me again."
My disappearance was hushed up. but 1
afterward learned that Lord Silurian, my
mother and one other moved heaven and
earth to find me. Two handsome rings,
by which I might havo been traced. I sold
Immediately in London, and long before
tho money I thus gained was exhausted
I had been Introduced by a yocng woman
who lodged In tbe samo house with me to
a mannfacturer of artificial flowers He
gave me work, and thus I lived. If sneh
an existence can be called living, for three
years.
Strance to sav mv ln!buly from
near Limestone' Towers, and 'through her
1 learned that tbs Silurian beir was gen
erally supposed to be queer" at times,
and always doll, brutal and heavy, that
Lis unfortunate mother had been mad for
years, and that some poor young lady had
ally married Lord Trenton, but had left
him the next day never to return.
uno evening, more weary ana aown
hearted than usual, I was dragging my
tired limbs slowly homeward after the
day's work, when a passing hansom
stopped suddenly, from which sprang a
young man, who seized my arm, crying
"Thank God. Olive, you are found at
Ust."
It was Jock Beaumont. Jack, good,
dear, handsome as ever
Oh. Jack." I cried, breaking down ana
sobbing pitifully; "tell me all about them,
mamma and tLe girls, only don't tell them
where I am else they will want me to go
back to Lord Silurian, and I can -aver
forget him. never "
"Old scoundrel! I should think not.
Bat he can t molest you. dear Ulive. now
that his miserable son is dead be baa no
more authority over vou than I have."
ue&ai wacit. i cnou.
"Yes. three months ago. Ah, Olive,
naughty girl to bide from mo. If voa
knew how I have suffered-"
On my twenty first birlbdsy I became
Mrs John Beaumont. My mother to this
day thinks herself tbe aggrieved party,
and has to remember that my purchase
money enabled her to find suitable bus
bonds for all ber girls before she can for
give me for refusing to profit by ber ex
celie.it bargain. The Evening isconsic
Anoovlnc to the Physician.
Thern are many peculiarly annoying
features connected with tho life of a dis
penssry physician which would doubtless
bo laughed at if mentioned in tho pres
ence of physicians who havo never filled
a position of this kind All specimens of
the lower classes call hero for treatment,
and some days they come by swexms
ragged, dirty and degraded tramps and
diseased drunkards. On the outside of
the private o0ca they sit on the benches
for hours and wait their turns for exam
tuition. For some reason, probably to
exdto sympathy, atl of these eleemo
synaries attempt to get a scat where they
can see the physician. There they will sit
in a tine on the benches and watch tbe
physician on ei-ery move that he makes.
Their countenances ore not the most
cheering in the world, and tho expres
sions show pain and suffering from dis
ease and dissipation, sod, in addition,
the paupers purposely wear the most for
lorn and far away lonesome look that
they can assume.
Altogether the steady glare from tbesa
woe begone faces that meets the physi
cian's eye every time he looks cp from
his tedious work. Is a coerce of much ag
gravatlon and discomfort. Even when
iho physician is making entries hi his
ledger he, from a certain inscrutable
power of the mind, feels that every pan
per'a ey&isgiarinir&t him with a sickly
expression, and this constant thonght be
comes finally to be a horriblo incubus
that has something of the depressing
effect of a bad dream. It Is a worrying
thought, as If a man were dying in the
next room, or some dreadful calamity
wero about to happen. In order to ro
tnova tbe cause of this depressed feeling
a largo heavy screen was placed around
the physician's private otnee. which en
tirely cuts off the occupants of the
benches, and Is a nartUl relief. Dr. B.
Stohuuetz in QlcSe-Democrat.
A Complaint Acauit editors.
A gentleman of my acquaintance who
"writes for the magazines has been com
plaining tor me that the "wicked editors
won't leave manuscripts alone. This is
one of the paradoxes of literature. It may
b remarked. A writer objects when the
editors leave his MSS. so severely alone
that they cannot get Into print, he also
protests when they get Into print because
the editor does cot favor tbera witirsafil-
1 dent inattention. Beaily, however, my
magazlnist Is not so unreasonable as be
mfcrpt appear at first eight. In business
tenjis be objects to being treated upon
ihii principle which led. Mark Lemon to
Utto pencil oat of the rich man's Punch
tli) most powerful clause bt Tom "lood'a
assignment of the rich man's selfishness
14 his "Song t ' Shirt.' Tbe trouble
with: the magazine litterateurs Is that it
fas become a fashion to dress all maire
bcript which Snd favor in thoso periodi
cals with an editorial scalpeL My friend
claims that it Is almost impcssfbla to get
an article printed as It is written.
Queries.
An Interattas rroblem.
. A Anla'torestiiig problem has been pro-
f wishes tokcow whether If comlcg events
cast their shadows, before, goisg events
KsUiefejjalisdatr 'tthled.Earper's
M,...ipm .- . " ....ia..Iiwl
IN S, ftfltfaiiiA' MV
""T8!FqSai1
CRAWFORD'S SOTESJOrUTA Ji
ACROSS TlE CONfirifiNr.
iiiow unit Cola Instead of Balmy Son
ill I u Ulteoraforts of fonUortal
Ttaxt-unrniinmi llallroad l-ttrJ
lu Iial An later sting Bigot.
Before leavlss KngtanJ ' lad beea
?ivf n the most extravagant dtsexiptlons
uf tbe bcnutlftd spring to be found in
suuuy Italy. I bivc now beea awaj
from London a teek and have found no
place where the climate was as mild and
tven as in the city ol London itseU. The
further routh I havn iron the more snow
j I cold have I foud Whea I rnacbed
tho border of sunny Italy, where my lm
aclnation bad nictevjd tn. '!eiphsrs zt
tropical warmth, Iku confronted with a
tremendous snow sOrm, wLich blocked
the trains tnade tne mUsmy connections,
ud I lost tweuty-fou' saars enronto.
Tbe trains from Puis south are run
with great rapiiry. Tbe Paris-Lyons
and Mediterranean express really merits
the name of being a rapid train. It makes
no stops for eating, ami on tht line ot tbe
onto taken by me, vlaModane, there was
lotting offered during this long Journey
t any of tbe stations by any hawkers, in
pite of the fact that Ure tiain was
srowded from end to end with people
aenrly as famished as wolves, who would
nave been ready to pay almost any price
tor something to eat. The hideous dis
wmfort ot night travel on tbe Conti
nental trains is something beyond descriD
ion. It needs to be actually experienced
in order to be fully realized. If I had not
been warned by a friend of some of th
possibilities in taking a trip south t this
time of year, I should undoubtedly have
suffered mcch more than I did. Bat fol
lowing his instructions I had mule nearly
the same preparations that I would if I
had been going to join an Arctic expedi
tion. I It ad a thick woolen rug, a cardi
gan jacket over my waistcoat, aud over
all a heavy English box coat, a much
heavier coat than I have ever found neces
sary to wear in any climate in the United
States. With all of this bundling np I
have just managed te keep warm in my
visit to sunny Italy up to the present
timt, when the weather has shown some
sign of moderating.
It was not until tbe Alpine conntiy was
reached that I really saw snow, livery
thing before that was n mere play In com
parison. In the neighborhood ot th
Mont Cents tunnel the snow fell in great
white feathery masses, piling up in th
most fantastic way. In some plaets th
mow was at least thirty or forty feet deep
en the heights. Tbe trees were shrouded
as if in blankets. Tbe mountain chalet
were covered with enough weight to
almost break in the roofs. Yet it was
considerably warmer in the mountains in
the midst of thts tremendous pile ot snow
than in Paris, as the nir was much dryer.
Tbe track hrd oeen cleared that morning,
bnt the train proceeded very slowly
through the mountains, although it tan
with great rapidity through the famous
Mont Cenis tunneL I have heard this
tunnel designated as one of perfect horror,
so far as the discomforts of passing
through It are concerned. Imiginative
trawlers have described it as a plan
where passengers run almost thu risk of
suffocative. Tbe train pass-d through
this tunnel in thirty-tive mlnu.R. At no
time was there the sl-gc.i.1 dsxmfort In
breathing The air was .nuch better than
on tbe underground railroad in tie dty in
London The only disagreeable feature
connected with the passage war the in
tense cold, which came into Ihi Icosely
built cars, giving one tbe tenution for
the time of being ctnfineJ it an ice
ehest Tbe little font wirmirs Ailed
with hot water which were put into th
carriage from time totjmo made but little
impression in contend! jg with the cold,
winch constantly sifted in tbicugh th
loose joints of the cars.
The Italian government controls lbs
railroads of this country. Slewer and"
more maddening trains it -wou!Lb3 hard
to and in any country in tie world. I
took a local train froa Trtria to Milan In
order tn make a conntctivBi fcr Venice,
and I was over five hours going a dis
tance of sixty miles. The train always
started ont with great reluctance and
began stopping as soon aa the station was
remotely visible, slowing down so grad
ually in order not to jar toe nerres ot this
never hurrying, people that you cotili
hardly tell when the train tame to a stop.
The most irritating part of th travel was
the long wait at each str lion. The guards
would visit with the officials at the va
rious stations and walk up and down and
gossip until they felt inclined to start th
train once more on Its headlong, career to
ward another station about bait ami!
away . I do not think that tbe train ever
made a run of more than two miles with
out a stop.
The starting of it train in Italy is a very
interesting sight to a stranger. Th
guards wear military uniforms. Thtlr
mps are rcrid with a low visor. Bed
bonds endn le thene caps. Their greflt
eon's aro bltck, with cowl like cape
banging down their backs. TbHe couts
are wnameni'id wjth brass bullous.
When Uie train stops tbe guards rush up
and dcivn calling ut in the meat soror
ons n.irt musical of voices the name ot th
stailcnr. This sounds exactly as if they
were dianting. When the train stops the
facchinm or tort era, in blue blouses,
come running cp to assist passengers to i
Alight and to carry their baggage fu
them. Xsirstter how mjU your packt
age you are cot pemiltud .o carry It
Yon must employ a facebsno or fight. Im
posing looking gendarmes, with the some
eoek"d bats worn by similar French
officials and muffled up In a long black
-doaks, stand abont exactly as upon a atagt
jctn in an opera. Xo one ever aw then
do anything except pose.
Men In gray cloaks and huge ft? colla:
slalk tbout talking, chattering, iinokI(
Xtws venders, with the Italian paper
run tip and ifuna outside ot the train ca
ing their wares j.-der tbe windows. Ma:
of these news vtuders arr women. Th
carry books, novels and newspapers ir
tray in front of them, and In little lea'
satchel upon their hips, ior-the prac
reading of travelers, lively little J,
which Mr. Comstock would not'pernf'
be sold 1a Xew York. Finally, aftf)
endless amount of singsong obanting.
roar and tnovisg to and fro, a sob
looktntr official comes oatfrom tbe st?
and iriows a penny fish horn, such n
hear In the United States oa'ChrS
day front the small boy in thesti
This is tbo signal for tbe train to do
bnt yon are not to be Euddenlym
There a further wait ot fire mlnu
prepare you for the shock of" dipa
iHt then the engine giresaresp
screeeb, the doors, of ihe'eoaeht
rxufjed. aiKlat.'iygoftjWiJJfo
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