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A little farther on Ther will to timo I ish&ll find rot anon : Thu do wo ay whila eager youth inTitos Young hope to try hr Mrings in wanton flight. And nimble fancy builJa the tool a net On some far crag ; bat soon youth's flnme i gone rurnl lightly oat dais we repeat th3 Jest Wilh trailing confidence, I shall find rest A little farther on. A little farther on I shall find rent ; hiilf-fierccl we stow AY hen noon bjati on the dusty field aud core Threat to onjoiat oar nrtuoor, and the Klnre Throbs with tlie pulse of battle while life' bt File with the Hitting stars ; the frenzied brow Tains for the laurel more than for the breast Where Love soft nestling wait. Not now, not now, With feverish breath we cry, I shall find rest A little farther on. A little farther on I shall find rent ; half sad, at last, we say, When sorrow' s9ttlin cloud blurs oat the gleam Of glory's torch, and to RYaninhed dream Love's palace ha been turned then, Vl dpref sed, Pepaisin. sick at heart we may not stay Our weary feet so lonely then dotti seem This shadow-haunted world. We, so unb!et, . , Weep not to see the grave which waits its guest ; And feeling round our feet the cool, sweet clay, Wo speak the fading world farewell, and say : Not on this siJe alas ! I shall find rest A little further on. Jlobert Hams Wilson, in the Century Magsziue. 3IAD0I INK S FATE. in k.t. ClIATTKU II. CONTINl Iin. 'You have kept your promise," ho aid, rising painfully and moving to wards her. "I pray Heaven I may be able to repay you lor your kindness to me some day!" 'Did you not expect me?" she asked, a little 'reproachful, lest he had not put full faith in her. "Indeed, yes," he answered gravely. I r I tell the truth, I must confess I did think you would come back; but why you should I cannot understand, for one of whom you know nothing." She laughed softly as she lifted the snowy snrittU from the basket and offered him the cup of soup she had brought hot from tho lire. "Why does it seem wonderful? she asked, glad to see how gratefully ho 4nmtifil lhn run. "Would YOU Hot have done as much for meV That would be a different matter altogether. What man could sec you in peril and not risk his life, if need he, to rave you? Hut for myself, what claim have I on such compassion?" The same, llesldes, do you not thlt.k it is a pleasure to be able to do gome thing useful for one in trouble? I have wasted fo many hours, so many lys, doing nothing, helping nobody; now I feel that I am living for some good, and as long as 1 can help you, I Khali Le happier than when 1 had no care in t lie world." Her words moved him strangely. Sho was close beside him, and looking at her with his deep gaze, he took her hand and touched it almost reverently with his lips. It was a kiss of loyalty, of homage, such as he might have given his piee:i, and there was a courtliness in his bearing which was not lost upon .Madoline. "Mv good angel My Maid of the 3d ill," he answered, tho depth of his s-oul expressed in a few words; "you are to me like a pure fountain spring ing up fr m a scorched dessert a star shining out of a night full of bitter tempest. You havo given me hope and strength 1 feel now that it is worth lighting to live." Madoline scarcely comprehended all he meant. She had befriended him in a time of need, and he was grate ful. This whs the one conclusion sho lrev from his manner, and fcno was content to have It so. That her soft winning ways had roused any deeper emotion in his breast, did not occur to her; and yet when she had left him, some of tho half-wondering tenderness Much as Margaret t's voice had called to the heart of Faust, governed his thoughts, and he reflected that if men ever loved at llrst sight, it must he for the .sake of such innocent purity as shone in tho eyes of the girl who had light ened the dark prisoned hours from whicii he could not escape. Madolino returned to the farm, without her mission being discovered, and although, for tho rest of day, she was silent and pre occupied, nobody ' inspected rnything unusual had tran spired to take her thoughts from her home, and sho was left to dream, un interrupted, over her secret. It was not until late in tho evening that she had any causa for immediate alarm. In spite of the sunshine which had made the day so warm, the air grew chilly towards night, and a cheery tire burned in tho large handsomely furnished sitting-room, Inviting the inmates to gather round the hearth for a cosy chit Mr. Clyde, leaning back la his com- fortablc chair, was glancing over a newspaper, and near him, bent over some bright-colored embroidery, wcz his sister, Mrs. DeCourcy, who, since the loss of his joung wife years ago had taken upon herself the duties of a mother to Madeline. Mem duties they were, too, and the girl had been brought up In such awe of Aunt Kather, that all sympathy be tween them seemed forbidden, that only a cold relationship reigned in stead. Thcra was a piec) of half-finished tapestry-work pl.r'd prominently on a table near Mrs ( tyeCoufey, but al though Madolino jknew it was put there for htr, she. let her gaze tall idly over the little pile of woo', and stood restlessly by the window, think ing of the bleak darkness outside, and the solitary prisoner up in thi old mill. "My dear, don't you think you would be better if you came over to the table, and occupied yourself with something? Surely it can not be so amusing to stand in that draught with nothing but a sigh with which to break the monotony. It is really shocking to so 3 you" wasting your time so prcslstently." Madoline gave a slight .start, and a deeper shade Hushed her cheeks, as she moved to her lather's side. "What is tho matter, my pet? Has the day been too long for you? ' "No; bttt my thoughts had won dered away. 1 had almost lorgotten where I was when Aiuit Either spoke just now." "You must take a ride with me to morrow morning," her father said, drawing her down onto a stool at his side, and keeping his arm around her. "A gallop across the country always puts you in spirits. Hy the way, havo you read Lueien's letter?" She shook her head. The name of her aunt's stepson awoke no pleasant memories in her mind, and in the glowing ember of tho lire she still saw the pale sunken features of the stranger, who was suffering alone, where none could hear if he c illid out In the pain of death. I don't know whether your I.uclen would feel fl ittered by such a show of indifference," Mrs. DeCourcy remarked with a touch of displeasure. "I be lieve his one reason for coming is be cause of you, Madoline in fact, I may as well be candid with you," she added, without lifting her eyes from her work," and let you know the truth. He is coming in the hope of winning you to be his wife." Madoline looked up in a blank sur prije; then after the lirst shock of astonishment ha 1 subsided, she burst into alow rippling laugh. "How absurd!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining w ith amusement. "Did he reallv say that?" "Is It so very surpislng?" Mrs. DeCourcy asked "testily. "1 can not comprehend why you should consider his resolution in anyway ridiculous, unle.ss, of course, you reflect that he is coming rather far out of his way, when there are so many from whom he might choose. A young man in his position does not need to beg for a wife." "Xo, Madoline assented, trying to look grave; "therefore ho should not come to me." "What do you mean?" Mrs. De Courcy said, turning her eyes slowly on her wilful niece. Only if there were but ono single man In the world, and that man wore I.uclen, 1 would not marry him." Mrs. DeCourcy smiled scornfully. 'You an? talking without reason, Madoline. You havo not had aufllcl ent' experience to be able to judge your own fee ings. I.uclen is no saint, but you might find many men worse than hefew better. "Your aunt is right," Mr. Clyde re marked, stroking Madoline's hair, as ho lai t his paper down on his knees. "Here's a case I havo just been read ing of a joung scoundrel who has been forging his father's name to such an extent as to cause ruin to his ent'ro family. He was tried, found guilty, anil condemned to a felon's punishment; but somehow he man aged to escape before tho sentence could be carried out, and there is now a largo reward offered for him. Strangely enough, it is in this direc tion he has been tracked, sj I nhall tell the men to keen a sharp look-out for all tramps, and if he's found lurk ing about he will not receive much mercy at my hands." Yet he has dono us no harm," Madoline said after a silence. And will not the loss of a son bo greater than the lots ofa fortune?" "My dear child, have you not yet learned to distinguish between the laws of right and wrong? Has your education been so painfully neglected? You certainly seem to havo formed some very strange idea?." Madolino held her point, notwith standing this reproof. It would bo hard to convlnco mo it is not an unnatural thing for a father to condemn his own son. He should be the first to forgive him." "A man forfeit all right to forgive ness when ho acts as Konald Castle ton has done. To him should bo R plied the word unnatural, not to the the one who but justly repaid his vlllany. I will go at once and set the men on tho watch." Madoline held his hand so that ho could not rise. IJut. dad, do you know til the story! Are you sure it is not a mistake? Ate I. : ' -- j . '' . An: '-. h: H n rer . ;l,:;or. r, c I ing J if! IV' thing to r.iy, X'j' lied, 'Not' --..I except tht I hote yet; to prcwy l-"?nct? cf the charge brougn.VrT . . regret that your ilt .,.,'. ","V:.:;-'7 your disbelief in my,,.".; .. ; inY 'J truth anil honor, t:j' m tLj r.r.:' pected criminal to lawfully escape? i Does that seem as if he uttered a lie?" j she asked, looking up from the paper, i Undoubtedly beside his after j conduct the clever way in which he ; gave them the slip!- Hut, there, I don't wish to pollute your mind with ! such a dark history. Tin fellow is a i scoundrel, ami if 1 had the chance of i handing him over to justice, you should see the kind of pity I should j show him." "Xot fcr the sake of the re ward, dad?" sho said her eyes strained wistfully on him." (Joodness me, no! My only deslro h to uphold justice. To my mind there is no treachery so black as the ingratitude that makes a son sin against his father. At to tho reward. If any of my men wero able to detect the prisoner the money would be theirs, and well earned it would be, too!" Full of Importance at tho probabili ty of -being able to render some ser vice to justice, he left his seat, and walked from tho room, he went out to Instruct and put his farm laborers on their guard. Madolino sat for a long tim3 on tho stool by the largo empty chair in front of the (Ire, the sharp, almost mechan ical click of Mrs De Courcy's. needle being the only sound that broke the stillness, the flickering lire flames pic turing a 1 sorts of strange fancies in tho red embers. What if In searching for Itonald Castleton they should discover tho stranger who lay wounded In tho old milll I dare say It Is a mistake I dare say ho has not even made his escape to this part of the country," she thought, trying to set her fears at rest. "If they are going to make a search, it will be dangerous for my secret very dangerous." TO r.K CONTINUED. A Ntory of lia!er William. Recently the (trman minister gave a handsome dinner party in honor of the 90th birthday of Kaiser William. Tho occasion, of course, was replete with incidents of the long tfnd event ful career of this wonderful man. One of the most interesting anecdotes related by a countryman of the em peror was in regard to his early youth, and which seems to be little known. Sinco public gambling has been for bidden by law in (Jermany the votaries of fortune from all Kurope who used to 1111 the hotels of Ems, Haden, etc., havo flocked to Monaco. The story runs that Kaiser William, whllo ho was still crown prince and a dashing young olllcer, entered tho cursaal at Ems, wearing an overcoat which con cealed his brilliant uniform, and ap proaching tho crowded table, jdaced thereon a coin of small value, about a dollar. With a contemptuous ges ture the banker tossed the coin upon tho floor, wilh the remark: "For the croupier." Again tho unknown gen tleman threw down a coin and lost, the banker repeating his action and words, to tho amusement of tho other players. It was then, as now, tho custom of the banks to set aside a certain sum each day, and put up a notice of the amount, beyond which they could not play. If their losses amounted to this sum the bank must close. William glanced at this notice 2C0,tX,0 francs quietly remarking that he would play for the whole bank. "Who are your" exclaimed the dealer, with sudden respect. Tor reply tho future emperor of (iermany then; opened his coat, displaying the impe-: rial star upon his breast. The cards were dealt, tho prince won, and the bank was broken. Taking up tho enormous sum, he deliberately dashed It on the floor, exclaiming: ".'or thq crouplrr!" Then, turning on his he-1, he lelt tho apartment. Uarlhnliir 1.1 fr. Tlie yet unpublished story of (lari bald' life, as told by himself, says a writer who has seen te manuscript; "is a simple record of facts, having nothing in common with the general's crude attempts a novel-writing, or his declamations against priests and tyrants." The sun a writer ay that "(laribaldl's Wd-room in his little house at Caprera Is left Justus when he died; only his sword of 18X) hangs over it, while in what was once tho dining room are carefully preserved all the commemorative offering brought or sent during the last live years a very hecatomb of crowni and garland wreaths of fresh flow ers, bronze shield, curiously carved medallions, portraits of fallen braves, Incrlptlons Innumera ble. All round the house In summer time the garden Is ablaze with flowers; the scarlet geraniums luxuriating in such Immenco masses that one might imagine an army of redshlrts blv ouacklng there." St. Jnmeis fJauttc. In these days of "progressive" all sorts of things it would b quite in keeping to rail the tramp a progressive parasite. Lowell Citin. HE YOUNG FOLKS. Unity laHpexhir-. Tho old dramatists wrote with c::rked respect for tho "Three Unities" time, place, and plot. They subor-;'':- -tvd metaphors, speeches, action, : U ::: i to tho one purpose of mak 'j : ; z distinct impression. Th ;t! : :z cf Demosthenes and Cicero, the funeral discourses of Uourdaloue and Massilkh'i. md the speeches of Chatham and lobster re marked by a similar singles of aim. These orators always us."1 ,,t'?rlc as a ser vant, and never J "" ' o appear as a master, mt. ' Mblf its graces. W Lands. . "How beautir . .r de scribed Xapolecu at St. Helena!" said a lady at the close of a sermon on the heroism of Sc. Paul. The preacher had his reward, for he had made that description the rhetorical gem of his discourse. Xo one sympathized with the Apostle, but many thought the Scourge of Europe a most ill-used man. The preacher's bit of rhetoric enfeebled the sermon. Once while Haydon, the English artist, who delighted to paint on a large canvas, was waiting for the coach at a village, a countryman said to him, "I beg your pardon, sir, but I ure you the great painter?" Well, I don t know about that ex actly," answered Haydon. "ilut, sir, did you paint tho picture of Christ entering into Jerusalem?" "Yes, my friend, I did." Ah, sir, that was a picture!" added the man; "that tC(U a picture and tchat a donkey!" Tho villager's enthusiasm should have shown the artist that ho was guilty cf an artistic blunder, for ho had mado tho beast more Impressive than its rider. No lady, with a sense of the fitness of things, so dresses that her garments suggest tho question, "Who is her dressmaker?" And no speaker, intent upon communicating a great thought by the means of sound in the form of articulate language, will be satlslied with compliments to his rhetoric. The business of the physician Is to cure, not to administer syrups. The purpose of the quack U to magnify his nostrums. Tlie rower of the Whale. If the whale knew its own power, he could easily destroy all the machinery which the art of man could devise for catching him, and It won d only be necessary for him to swim in a straight line on the surface In order to break the thickest lope, but instead, on l;eing struck with a harpoon, ho obeys a natural Instinct, which. In this Instance, betrays him to his death. Sir Hum phrey Davy in his " Salmonia'observes that a whale not having an air bladder can sink in the lowest depths of the ocean, and mistaking the harpoon for the sword of a swordfish or the teeth ot a shark, he instantly descends, this being his manner of freeing himself from lheo enemies, who cannofe-bear tho pressure of a deep ocean; and from ascending and descending in a small space, he thus puts himself In the pow er of the whaler. If wj include tho pressure of the atmosphere, a body at the depth of 100 feet would sustain sixty pounds on the square inch, while one at 4,000 feet, a depth by no means considerable, would be ei posed to a pressure of 1,8'0 pounds. Wo need not, therefore, bo surprised that on tho foundering of a ship at sea, though tlie timbers part, not a spar floats in the surface, for if the hull has sunk to a great depth, all that is por ous is penetrated with water, or Iw greatly compressed. Scoresby states that when, by entangling the lino of the harpoon, a boat was carried down by a whale, it required, after the boat w'as recovered, two boats to keep It at the surface. As soon as the whale dives after being wounded, it draws out th -lino or cord of the harpoon, which is colled up in tho boat, with very cons'derable velocity. In order, therefore, to prevent any accident from the Udence of this motion, which might set the boat on lire, one man is stationed with aa axe to cut tho ropo asunder, if it should become entangled, while another, furnished with a mop, is constantly cooling with water tho channel through which it passes. ;inmirto Head Wir." It was a warm summer day when Uncle Ephraim Jackson, a worthy colored man, entered an optician's shop, and, removing his tall white hat, and wiping tho perspiration from his forehead with a bandanna handker chief, sat down warily on a revolving stool, as If he feared It was about to run away th him, and asked for a U pa!r of glasses "fer to read wif." "What number do you wear?" asked the optician. Undo Ephraim grinned. "I guess I wears two," said he. 'Xumber two!" exclaimed the opti cian, In astonishment. MJls two glasses, sah; ono fer do one eye, an' one fer do odder." The optician looked at him with a frown for an Instant, but, seeing that the old man was innocent of any at tempt to make a joke, went cn with tho business be'oro him. "Try on these," he said, picking out a pair, "and see If )ou can read the letters on that card over thre." Uccb T . : :.!7 i c spectacle:, , l-cJ t ' : : ; card. " Carn't r;:J it, tl ' , I: said, lookin-; dlsappoic4 ' 1. "Well, try these." f' y P-j'cv-tLi.r., trying a stronger pair. V; "No 70, boss," c"IJ Ur.c' ) The dealer gave hira ;:L.:ll.r and then another. 2'otc:u)f i all enabled Uncle Ephr.',i:-i to. n !, though he struggled ever so hard, ar:d wiped his forehead agr.In and aaia i:; considerable excitement. "Look here," said the optician, ly, "can you read at all?" . , 'Neber could read, l" ' ""nc! Ephir.!. "D.y r.ill : m. ho7, n--.;or;j but I d 1 oh pco;-!s dit er.;! 1 r: r v:!. d -l coulia't xzz v.i-out 'era nohow, un' I made up my mln' I'd rce cf 'twas d.U way wlf me!" 'Very oodojV Praise, being personal, says, "Yon are right. Approbation, which loo-j to the thing done rather than to tho doer, says, "That is right." This h not a distinction without a differenc, for the one appeals to tho conscience, but tho other addresses tho vanity. The Sunday School Times tells a litth ' story, which illustrates the case with which the praised boy passes into th- boy w ho congratulates himself even on paying religion its due: A little fellow's mother, one even ing after hearing his prayers, added the commendation, "That's a very good boy." On later evenings the same praho was not forthcoming, but the boy him self was not willing to let it slip; and now he adds, on his own account, a regular appendix to his prayer: "Amen. That's a good boy a very good boy. Yes'm." It would be well If such self gratu latlon were confined to children, but It is to be feared that, if the feelings of a good many adults could be ana lyzed, they would be found to be not very different from the child's self praise: That's a good boy a very good boy. Yes'm." Apache llaby Life. There is an astonishing amount of difference in the endurance shown by savage and civilized folks. Among as babies are treated as If they might break," as the eaying goes; but with tho Indians their conditions of life are less finely balanced, llaby life among the Apaches Is thus described in tho Orrrlamt Monthly: leaning against wagons and build Ings are dozens of little baskets with baby Apaches sucking their fists there in. The baskets are of the regular In dian style, and tho poor babies are strapped and laced Into them tight and snug, nothing showing hut tho round, chubby face and two tiny fists. Some squaws hanx their baskets to the saddle, because if left standing on the ground, the dogs go round and lick tho oables' faces, much to the lit tle ones, discomfort. Ono rather frisky pony, with a baby on the horn of his saddlo wanders from tho bunch and Is Immediately surrounded by a crowd of dogs. Their barking starts him to trot, and with a shriek tho mother rushes from her place in tho line to catch him. Hut the pony doesn't want to bo caught, and from a trot turns to a run, and away they go tho basket flapping on his side only making him run tho harder. Xo ono seems sorry for tho poor ba by, whose yells aro drowned in the general burst of laughter that goes up. Einally tho strap that holds the bas ket breaks, down comes poor baby, thump, to tho ground, face down, and the pony, after running a few moro rods, is caught by a boy, whllo the dis tracted mother picks up her unfortu nate Infant, and immediately unlacing tho deerskin cover, takes It out to as sure herself It Is sound in body after Its rather risky rldo and fall. Mnakfl Ntorjr. In "A Naturalist's Hambles About Homo" wo find an amusing snake story, related by an old natural 1st. As a "text" lor his discourse ho mentions tho curious fact that when a snako is running away from you, you can measure it by Inches; but when it's coming after you, every inch is a foot long. Now when Juno was fresh over tho I meadows, and everything that wasn't u lisu was uuo;u, i was ono inoruing busy after ducks and anything clie worth shooting. Well, as I was floating about in my skiff, my eyes fell on a big water snake lying full stretch on a fenco rail. Ho was a monster. The rail was eleven feet long I measured it and the head of tho snako was at one end, and tho tail reached almost closo to the other end. "Xow I wanted tho skin of that snake, just to show folks; so I fired. I aimed at tho middle of the snake, and no sooner had I pulled the trigger than all of a sudden what seemed like a hundred snakes raised up on that rail. "I came near upsetting the boat, I was so taken aback I What I'd seen wasn't one big snake at all, but a whole squad of 'em, and they had Just twist ed round each other like strands of a rope and lay there basking in the sun, on that fence rail."