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;i Bu 1U there Was oniotMns want nZl
Bomet hlng b couldn't command :
1 Tnflklodljr words of cotnpaaslon.
The touch of a gentle hand.
And ho said, as tils brow grew darker
And he rang for the hireling curse:
Vell, marriage may be a failure.
f But thia U a blamed sight worse. "
Buffalo Courier.
1 MYRTLE'S SUITOR.
"Susan, you're cryin'."
Busan dropped her handkerchief into
her lap quickly, giving her husband an
indignant look. She was a woman of
some 50 years, tall and large framed,
with a freh, healthy complexion. She
had high cheek lxnes, her eyes were
black and her hair, .though threaded
with gray, retained its dark hue. She
at by the west window of the large wing
room which served for the dining and
Uvinje room of a farm house. She liadk
been looking into the orchard, where the
sun, as it sank in a bank of red clouds,
burnished the gnarled trunks and
crooked limbs of the old apple trees,
which cast long slanting shadows to
wards the house. Her husband, w-ho was
also tall, was of slighter build than she,
pale and older looking. He had been
bustling in and out of the room, and had
just thrown an armful of wood into the
wood box behind the stove. That arm
ful filled the box full, and he was reach
ing Tor his pipe on the mantelpiece when
he glanced at his wife and saw her fur
V 2
tively wiping her eyes.
.. .. "How you do talk, Cyril. I ain't
thought o seen a thing as cryin. I jest
set here lookin at them apple trees, all
:' bare as they be. an' wonderin' who'd be
lookin' out o' this winder next year,
. when they blowed agin. That 6et ine
think in o the day you an me first come
home after we'd been to the parson's.
We come through the orchard, an the
trees was all full o white blows, some on
' 'em fallin on the ground, and you said
they was a strewin our path in honor o'
our weddin. Your ma set in this 'ere
winder, an when 6he see us comin she
got up and opened the door, and when
' we come up on the stoop we could boo
the table all sot for us and the room fixed
' up fur company. I ain't forgot a word
she said. She put her arms 'round my
neck an kissed me, and says 6he, Vel
com home, Susan. You've got a good
husband, an you've come to a good home.
, 1 can't wish you no bettcr'n thet you'll
be as prosp'rous as I've been here,
4"' : an' when you're ready to die, as I be
v r - now, thet you can look back on as happy
a life in the old homo as I do. . Oh, Cyril,
do hepo dead folks can't see back here.
' If your poor ma was to Bee us turned
v out o' here, all the singin an' playin' on
harps, an' all the gold mansions in
heaven, even if 6he own'ed one all to her
self, wouldn't comfort her."
' The old man had filled his pipe while
his wife waj talking, and now bat in an
arm chair in front of the stove. 4IIe
made no reply.
"You'll think Tm a fool, I know," she
went on, "but I keep on lookin' fur that
air paper. Somehow I can't give up 't
1 was sech a born iddft as to burn it up
with a mess o' rags," .
"It's burnt up fast enough, t'aint no
use o' hopin' you'll find it," wa3 the dis-
oouraging reply; "what gits mo is, how
that old skinflint heard on 't. You don't
think Myrtlo 'd think she could hev ini,
do ye? Thefs what ho wants. He's got
a big farm an' a good house. He ain't
more'n fifty year old, I reckon."
Land sakes alive! Cyril Pcttigrew,
what . be you a talkin about? He's
older'n I be, an I'm hard onto 6ixty. I
guess you've forgot what you've alius
aid about i:n, an thet wa'nt no more'n
other folks says.. Even s'pose ho wa'nt
the hardest hearted, grindin'est old coot
for miles 'round, should you want our
"Myrtle to marry him as could lie an
" cheat about this 'ere money as he's doin?
'.Yoa know you iaid im, don't you, an
yott don't s'pose he's forgot it?" .
' "O' course I know I paid it; he ain't
forgot it, neither. Ho vant pleased
when I told ini what I'd cum fur guess
"he hoped I couldn't git it. an' then he'd
mebbe git Myrtle. When I como away,
says he. ' Mr. Pettigrew, I s'poso Myrtle
expects to. bo to - home nest Sunday
evenin. . Mebbe I'll be "round, an' I can
bring the satisfaction piece to the mort
gage tho same time. Then he give me
the receipt, an' I brought it home."
"Yis. you did; t'was here fast enough.
-I remember seein you lay it down on
- the stand. I must a burnt it up, but
deary me. I can't contrive how. 1 was
dretful busy thet day, finisbin up things
for Joel's box. -1 wanted to git it to 'ini
In timo for his birthday, long's he
thought he couldn't spare time to come
home. Miss Martin was hero a belpin'
on me. I tried to mako her sense what
was we'd lost, but she 'peareU to be
deafer'n ever. 1 hollered it to her as
loud as I could, but sho acted jest as
though I was tellin' on her somethin'
y.a W.-.1V sho nodded an looked
tickled. I hev suspicioned mebbe 6he ;
knew what t'was we was huntin fur, an' !
let on to Reed we'd lost tho receipt. She j
knew he wanted Myrtle, - She said, lots ,
o' times, as how she thought t'would be .
a irood match fur her, but I says to my-
m fYpupId sarpintl that's cause you
want Sam Hosmer fur jour squint eyed
niece, Jlalvina Brooks. She's been set
tin her cap fur Sam more'n a year.
: Ur. Pettigrew was a farmer in com
fortable circumstances. Although he
W but little ready money at , his dis.
SsaL from the proceeds of his farm he
Jupported liis family well and gave to
Schof his two children a good educa
tion! Myrtle, the daughter, now taught
village echooL : Joel wished to be
a merclxnnt. rather tlan to remam
, oOw farui, a::d though this was a reat
-AtLY
disappointment to his parents, they made
vwrj eu onto grainy mm. two years
wioro our story opens Mr. Pettigrew
mortgaged his farm to Jalxz Heed.
ne'hbor living at a distance from them
of Koine threo miles, and on Jhe farther
fiuo of the vulago where were situated
the nearest iMtstoliicc and railway sta
tion, as well as the school where Mvrtle
taught. Tho mortgage was for $3,000,
and with the sum thus obtained he
bought a partnership for Joel in a west
ern town. IJefore tho mortgage fell due
Mr. Pettigrew and his son together had
saved enough money to pay it, and Mr,
Pettigrew himself made the payment
to Mr. Reed, who gave him a receipt
for the amount. After he reached home
the receipt was in some unaccountable
way lost, and Jabcz tteed heard of its
loss, as they learned through a letter
from him. In that letter he urged the
immediate payment of the 3,000 due
him on the mortgage which Cyril Pet
tigrew had promised to pay when he had
caueu on me writer, on the lotli or xso-
vember, (the date on which Cyril had
made the payment). In a postscript Mr.
Reed said that were he to become more
L'losely connected with them he should
not, of course, be so urgent for the pay
ment, as it would then be all in the fam
ily. Otherwise, he should be forced to
foreclose, as he needed the money badly.
While still discussing this unpleasant
state of affairs the Pettigrews were in
terrupted by the entrance of their
daughter, who came quietly into the
room. Myrtle was tall and slight like
her father, but with the bright complex
ion and vigorous strength of her mother,
and with a striking beauty of form and
feature possessed !' neither parent. She
laid aside her wraps and, taking a chair,
sat down near her mother. After a short
silence she said: "Sam has been telling me
that Mr. Reed will not give father another
receipt for the one which was lost.
thought tins could not be true, or you
would have told me; but I ran under
stand that you wished to save mo from
tinhappines3 as long as possible. But
surely it cannot bo true that he threatens
to foreclose on father. What a bad man
he must be! Is it from revenge, because
I refused to marry him?'
"Yis," answered her mother; "spite,
and mebbe more'n than that. Thinks,
like enough, you'll take 'un now to save
tho farm.
" 'Cordin' to Jabez Reed," said Mr.
Pettigrew, "your father's a liar an' tryin'
to be a thief."
"But, father, Sam 6ays you should re
sist it. He says your word is better than
Mr. Reed's oath."
"Sam can do a good deal o' talkin',"
remarked Mr. Pettigrew, "but 'twon't
amount to nothin. Mebbe he's got three
thousand dollars to lend me."
"Ho hasn't, of course," replied Myrtle.
"I know how gladly he would lend it if
he could."
"Wall, long's ho ain't got it I don't 6ee
's he can do better 'n to stop pesterin on
ye an' let yo marry Squire Reed an done
with it."
"Shame, Cyril," cried Mrs. Pettigrew.
Myrtle smiled. "Never mind, mother;
poor father does pot mean it. As fdr
mo I will not believe, till I hear it from
hi3own lips, that Mr. Reed can be so un
just." " "Fears likely you won't hev to wait
long 'fore you do. That's him now.,
hitchin Ids horse fy the front gate, or
I'm greatly mistook. Mebbe he's thought
better on't and come to bring tho satis
faction piece, 'cordin' as he promised."
"Mebbo them apple trees '11 blow out
to-night "bout as likely," grumbled
CyriL
A sound of stamping and scraping on
tho front piazza, and a loup rap on the
door, announced the arrival of a visitor:
Myrtlo opened tho door and admitted a
man of about CO years, of ordinary
height and size, with a ruddy complex
ion, coarse iron gray hair and small,
light blue eyes. His lips were flabby
and shapeless. Kis chin was streaked
with tobacco juice.
"Good day, Mr. Reed," said Myrtle:
"we were just talking about you. I was
telling mother that unless you told me
so, I would not believe you would be
cruel and unjust."
Mr. Reed shook Myrtle's hand as
though it were a pump handle, and
winked knowingly at her.
'O course, o course," he answered.
"How i3 tho old man, any way; pretty
spry, hey?"
Cyril gave a grunt; but neither an
swered nor looked at the man. Mrs.
Pcttigrew eaid stiftly, "Have ache ir, Mr.
Reed."
"Wall, I dunno," turning to Myrtle.
"Got a fire in the front room? I come
to sco you."
"No, sir," sho replied; "but I do not
object to the presence of my parents."
"Wall, mebbe not, but I tcld yer
pa
""What I wish, . particularly, inter
rupted Myrtle, "is to have this aiTair set
right. If you have not brought another
receipt to father, when will yea send
one?"
'Easy now, easy I'd like to hey a
talk all by ourselves. Come over and
set pn the lounge, r
He seated himself, and Myrtlo stood
near. "Set down an bo comfur'-lerNoJ
Wall, s'cuso my sottin. I'm tired.
O' courso you on mo understands one
another. Ther' ain't no uso o' makin' a
row, but yer pa didn't pay me no money
thet day. Can't see what the devil's got
into the old feller. Ain't acted queer
lately, has he?"
Myrtle did not reply to Mr. Reed, but
turning to her father, who was ftip
seated, said :
iFather.'Mr, Heed says you did not
pay him any money, Where, then, is
tho money which I counted, in bills, and
placed in your wallet just cs you were
leaving homo for his house?"
Mr. Pettigrew sprapg to Ida feet.
"Jabe Rcc.," he cried, ''dare you look
me in the faco and say tliat?"
"Now, now; Myrtle, wliat did you
want to r:le 'im up for?" asked Mr. Reed.
"Never mind, Mr. Pettigrew, Myrtle an'
I'll settle this 'ere trouble. Mebbe you
dropped the money in t!:e road, goin'
along, or likely you come across some j
sharper an' ho fooled ye out pn't. Don't
llEtiAtp i i'LATTflirOOm K EBliASk'A, FiUDAY, FKBRtJA RV
on't. S'pose you old folks goes out in the
back room an' let me an' Myrtlo spark.
We'll come to terms, hey. Myrtle?" with
another wink.
"Mr. Reed," exclaimed Myrtle, "my
father paid you the threo thousand dol
lars. We know he did, and so do you.
Since you nse so wicked as to deny it
you can havo no heart to which lean ap
K'al." Overcome with grief and repug
nance she felt on the oint of bursting
into tears. She left the room hastily,
not waiting to see what effect her words
had produced.
Mr. Reed scowled fiercely and grew red
in the face, "Hoity, toity; wicked, hey,
ho snarled, "wall, I guess 111 be goin'."
"Yis, go," cried Mrs. Pettigrew, "an'
the quicker the better. Mebbe you'll
cheat us out o' the farm, but I shouldn't
think all the money yccould steal 'ud be
much comfort to ve, knowin thet Jill
hands, young an' old, hates ye like pisin.
You was the meanest boy in school, I
ain't forgot yer dirty tricks, .in" sens ye
growed up ye ain't improved. 'Pears to
me ye grow wuss every year."
Trembling with rage, Mr. Reed waited
to hear no more. As he went out he
slammed the door, then opened it, and,
putting his head into the room again,
yelled, "Sooa's the law'U git ye out, out
ye ll go."
Sam Hosmer, Myrtle's lover, found it
necessary during the next few days to do
a good deal in the line of consolation,
especially on behalf of Myrtle, He strove
to convince her that his frequent pres
ence was absolutely necessary to prevent
her from falling into the lowest lepths of
gloom, and though 6he laughed at him
playfully for his assurance, his cheerful
view of the situation and his hopeful
ness were appreciated by her and her
mother, if not by CyriL His many sar
castic remarks and suggestions did not
abash the young man in the least, though
they were often quite severe.
One evening Mrs. Pettigrew received a
pretty little note from a young lady of
their acquaintance, saying that she would
spend the next day with her and hoped
she should be welcome. The writer,
Florrie Vail, was an orphan, who lived
with an old aunt, to whom she gave a
home. She was something of an heiress,
a fact which had prevented her marriage
with Joel before now. They were en
gaged, but Joel was sturdily independent
and would not take her from her own
home until ho could give her another as
good.
True to her promise, Florrie came over
the next day about 10 o'clock, "walkin
into the room as quiet as a little white
mouse," as Mrs. Pettigrew told her.
She put her arms around Mrs. Petti
grew's neck, kissed her cheek and cried
a little, "I've heard all about your
trouble, dear," she said; " wrote" Joel
about it, for j knew you wouldn't. But,
indeed, ho would rather know. I wanted
to lend the money to his father, and so 1
wrote Joel, but he made no reply fo
that, or at least this is what he did
write." Blushing, she held her .snow
flake of a hand over the upper corner,
and Mrs. Pettigrew pretended she did
not see the words. "My swee$es$ treas
ure." The letter read aa follows: "Go
and spend the day with my folks Thurs
day. I will be homo on the noon train.
Tell them not to send to the station for
me, as 6ome one else will take me over,
unless my calculations are wrong." Mrs.
Pcttigrew read aloud so far, then "YPU.
loveliest of all darlings"' 'tTher-o, you
have read enough," laughed Florrie, all
blushes and smiles, taking the letter
from her, "but what do you suppose lie
means about 'calculations' etc?" j
"I dunno. Joel's alius 60 res'lute.
Mebbe 'tis jest as well you wrote all
about it to 'im. Anyhow, I'm glad he's
comin' home. We'll have a few more
happy times together in the old home."
"O, a good many more!" exclaimed
Florrie; "Joel can do something," with
all a young girl's faith In her lover.
"I reckon he 11 be here by 1 o'clock, so
let's all hands to work an' hev dinner
ready to chuck right on the table soon's
ho drives up. You go an' tell Myrtle.
She an Sam's in'the best room."
Florrie had great, appealing blue eyes
and palo gold hair. Her complexion
was like a rose leaf and her mouth
shaped like Cupid's bow.
Of medium height, slightly built and
graceful in every motion, surely Joel
had shown good taste when he fell so
desperately in love with her.
At 1 o clock all assembled in the whig
room, iney Had laid the (able with
snowy linen and. blight glass and silver,
and adorned it with a huge bunch of
asters, a present from Sam, for a center
piece and for a special greeting for Joel.
Everything was ready and so they
waited for Joel, and they did not know
who else, but expectation kept every
one silent excepting Sain, whose occa
sional attempts at conversation met with
no encouragement from Myrtle, to whom
they were directed,
At last Florrie cried, "He is coming;"
then they all rushed to the window.
Mrs. Pettigrew saw, at first, p.nly Joel.
"Dear boy," 6he sad, "how handsome
h's grown, and who Cyril, be I a
drt amin', or is that Jabez Reed walkin
Ions side o Joel?
"Yis, that's the old. ct. 1 alius
thought Joel'd do somethin" with 'im,"
In realty, Cyril had never allowed him
self to hope anything from Joel in this
matter. i
By this time Myrtle had reached the
door, and admitted Joel, with Jabez
Reed, whom it proved to be, Joel gave
his 6ister a hug, and grasped, a hand
each of father and mother, while a fond
smile told Florrie she was not unnoticed.
He was 4 strong, newy man, with
keen gray eyes, thick chestnut hair and
a straight nose. He had a square chin
and firm well formed lips." His whole
face expressed strong will anq deter?
mination, but had., usually, a look of
serenity and. good nature. Now, he
seemed to be keeping under control
some powerful emotion.
"Father," he said, turning to Cyril,
'Mr. Reed has called to make some nec
essary explanations."
Mr. Reed was redder in the face than
usual, and had a hang-dog e;pr&sio
wluch did not add to his good looks.
Wau, be commenced, "yew eee
was funny, but jest as 1 was thinkin' o'
comin' over to bring that 'are receipt.
Joel, he come in and said he'd found the
fust one. t
"You, Joel! How?" all exclaimed at
once.
"Never mind now; don't Interrupt Mr.
Reed,' cautioned Joel.
"O, I ain't got much .to say. I joked
cm some' tother day, an they got mad
an' tuk it in earnest, so I thought I'd
wait a while an' let 'em git over it 'fore
I come agin. Here," taking a paper
from his pocket, "is the satisfaction
piece to the mortgage, Joel, he's got
the receipt. I'm glad on't; it'll save me
writin' another. Hope' ye don't none on
ye bear malice.
This being recei ved in dead silence, he
shuffled his feet, looked into his liat for
inspiration, and finding none, remarked
that he "guessed he'd be goin', his horse
didn't stand very good.
Joel opened the door for him, and mak
ing a low bow, said, "Since you wish to be
known as a joker, you may include the
remarks which I made to you about tar
and feathers and call it all one huge
joke."
"Yia, yis," he muttered abjectly;
"young folks will hev their sport, and
shuffled off, evidently glad to escape.
Cyril sat down in his arm chair by the
stove, and laughed and chuckled. '
knew Joel 'ud make it all right. I knew
it, but Joel, how in the name o wonder
did ye git that air receipt?"
""Why, mother put it in the box she
6ent me, I found it. nil rolled up in one
of my shirts. I thought she sent it be
cause she wished me to see it, and in
tended to write about it at once, but 1
was busy, and the time went by, but,
thanks to the good sense of this little
girl," taking Florrie's hand lovingly, "I
heard what that rascal was about, and
came on at once. I went from the sta
tion to Reed's house, and asked him
what the trouble was, not telling him
that I liad the receipt. He said father
tkought he had paid him, but was mis
taken, and was probably losing his mind
getting to imagine things. When 1
produced the receipt," you should have
seen his jaw fall. He tried, to laugh,
and make light of the matter. I told
him, however, that he must come with
me at once, and apologize, or a ride,
after dark, dressed in a suit of tar and
feathers, might be the alternative.
Thorest you know. He apologized as
well as he knew how. It is all past now.
Let's forget the scamp. We're prettj
comfortable, aren't we, mother?" putting
one arm around Mrs. Pettigrew's waist
and the other around Florrie.
The example was infectious, and Sam
seemed to think the tinge had come to
embrace Myrtle, but, when he made the
attempt, waa promptly extinguished.
Cyril regarded his son with a proud
smile. "O, 1 thought Joel 'ud do some
thin'," he repeated. "To think, though,
o' that old coot's wantin' to marry our
Myrtle. What do you think o' that, Joe?"
"I think his effrontery is. only equaled
by his dishonesty, but let it - all pass.
Mother, I smell something good cooking.
Lefs have dinner," AUCE M. Ladd.
A Knife with a History.
There is a gentleman living in this city
who has in his possession a knife once
owned by Jim Bowie, which was given
him by Juan Padillo, a man who left the
Lafitte wm.d of pirates to follow the for-
tunes of Bowie, and who is still living.
The knife la of tempered 6teel, the blade
sixteen inches long, with a steel guard
and buckhorn handle. The handle is
dressed smooth where the hand clasps it,
and on one side is a silvet plate, one and
one-half inches long, set into the handle.
on which is scratched, in rude charac
ters, "Jim Bowie." On the steel guard
of the knife, on the upper side, two
notches have been cut with a file, which
old Juan Padillo said were cut to mark
the number of men Bowie had killed
with the knife. On the lower side of the
guard are three notches, which are said
to represent the number of Indians
scalped with the same knife. The knife
was given, by Bowie to Padillo while
Bowie was a resident of San Augustine,
Tex., and was presented by Padillo to its
present owner in 1863, when the latter
succeeded in recovering from the Co
manches ten head of horses, which they
had stolen from Padillo's ranch, thirty
five miles west of San Antonio. Honey
Grove (Tex.) Special.
An Improved Life Savhag Net.
A net designed to be held beneath the
windows of a burning building, so that
the inmates in jumping or falling- upon
it will not be injured, has been patented
by Mr. Malcolm Hunter, of No.32 Dutch
Kill street. Long Island City, N. Y.
This net is preferably made about ten
feet in diameter, of Russian bolt rope
tbjee-qilarters of an inch in circum
ference, and with a three-sixteenths inch
outside galvanized grasping chain, but
has an approximately solid rope center
piece, with ropes radiating therefrom to
form the body proper of the net. Each
of the radiating ropes ia equal in length
to the full diameter of the net, and
they are so intertwined and spliced with
short pieces as to make at the center a
compact, closely united piece, affording
great strength, while still designed to
act as a cusnion ror a body . railing
thereon. The use of a grasping chain
instead of a heavy rope permits the net
to be folded into a small compass. Sci
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The late Lord Eversley was a most
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mons, and never failed to recognize the
right man when a score or more sprang
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stant. "I have been shooting rabbits all
my life." ho once explained, "and hare
learned to mark the right one," San
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German, and the rose has been appro
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