nriALii vino crirj
A little farther on
Ther will to timo I ish&ll find rot
Thu do wo ay whila eager youth inTitos
Young hope to try hr Mrings in wanton
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
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
Threat to onjoiat oar nrtuoor, and the
Throbs with tlie pulse of battle while life'
File with the Hitting stars ; the frenzied
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
Of glory's torch, and to RYaninhed dream
Love's palace ha been turned then, Vl
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,
Wo speak the fading world farewell, and
Not on this siJe alas ! I shall find rest
A little further on.
Jlobert Hams Wilson, in the Century
3IAD0I INK S FATE.
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
"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
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
"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
"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
"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
"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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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 ' : : ;
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:;
"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!"
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
"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."
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