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zr If nil the earth wore barren flbonld I care , K all Uio birdH forsook thu sunless air ? I only know That if the day bo dark , the day bo fair , My thought goes with thee ovcrywhore. Should ecaij forget to follow where , The moon'H full charm rounds white and bare. It matter * ) not I only know that where thou art Still turns to thco thin throbbing heart Unchanged , and changeless , fitill to thco , From time and through eternity. I only aak That , when Bomo dav its pulflo YOU miss , Upon iny dead face leave your KJSH. MAKOAUET "WHITE. SNOWED lil Ada Carleton Stoddard in Harper's YonngPco plo. Ono cloudy winter morning , not less than twenty years ago , there Avas an un usual commotion about a certain little old house standing far up on the St. John ITiver. Within , Mrs. Grace sat before the great fireplace in the fore-room.so bun dled up in shawls and blankets and hoods that she could scarcely stir. In a warm corner of the hearth lay three or four hot bricks well wrapped in Tiewspapers , and two home-made robes wore hanging across a chair to warm everything indicating prepara tions for a long journey. "With out , Mr. Grace was hitching the old red mare into the thills of the still older red pung , that looked as if it might Lave come over in the Mayflower. His round , good-natured face wore a troubled expression , and he jerked at old Dolly's bit once or twice in an un gentle way which w.asn't like himself. The small part of Mrs. Grace's face that was visible among the folds of her home-knit hood showed the same look of anxiety , and her voice trem bled a good deal when she spoke to the children , and gave Charly her last directions. There were four of the children Dean and Em my , and Joe and Charly though Chn.r- lywas not one of the Grace children. Mrs. Grace had taken her , a wee lame mite , when there was no one else to take her , and she often de clared she couldn't and didn't love one of her own little ones better than she could and did love Charly. Emma and Dean and Joe were round , rosy little ladies , of i ) and 5 and 7 years , blue-eyed and yellow-hairod. Charly was 11 , and she was neither round nor rosy. Her face was thin , and her eyes were big and shadowy. And Charly was lame ; there was a pair of tiny crutches always by her chair. "I couldn't think of going , " said Mrs. Grace , "if Charly wasn't the wise , patient little mother I know she is. I never was so worried in my life. But what am I to do ? " It was a hard question to answer , in deed , for the night before had come a letter to Mrs. Grace from her sister in a distant town saying that her mother the children's dear old grandmamma was very , very ill. "Come at once , " the letter read ; and it wns a week old when Mr. Einggold , who lived too miles above them , but was yet their nearest neighbor in the sparsely settled region , brought it from the postoffice five miles below. It was little to be wondered at that the tears filled poor Mrs. Grace's eyes , that her lips quiver ed , and her voice shook. "I couldn't do it if it was not for trusting in Charly so , " she repeated time and again , in tones that brought .1 glow to Charly's thin little face. "I know you'll take good care of them , dear. There's bread enough baked , and I've left the jar of doughnuts in the closet. " 1 'Oh , good again ! " cried Joe. ' 'Can't we have all we want ? Won't it be fun , Charly ? " "You must have what Charly gives you , "said Mrs. Grace , "and attend to .what Charly says. I've locked the pantry door so you can't bother her by running in and out. Now " She looked at Charlv as the outer door opened. "I'll drf just the best I can , " said Charly , bravely. "I know you will dear. Be good children , all of you. " "There's wood enough piled up in the entry to last you , " said Mr. Grace , a little huskily. "We shall be back day after to-morrow night , sure. All ready , wife. " And a few moments later old Dolly was jogging at her best pace down the anowy level of the river. It was thirty long miles to Dunbar Corner. "I wish they .were home again , " said Joe. "They will be before you know it , " laughed Charly. "Now I'll tell you a story. " So the three little ones cuddled around Charly's chair before the open fire while she told them the wonderful tale of the "Three Tiny Pigs , " and from first to last they listened breathlessly , though they had heard the same story many times before , no doubt. Charly had a wonderful gift for telling stories , Mrs. Grace often declared. And Charly had a gift for something ' besides itory tilling. When her stories came to an end she smiled. "Bring me my box , will you , Toey , please ? " Charly asked. Her poor little limbs were so weak and misshapen that it was with difficulty she could move about , even with the aid of her crutches. Joe obeyed , climbing up on the wide four-posted bed in the corner , and tak ing from a shelf above it a square wood en box with a sliding cover. Dean and Emmy knew what was coming then. "Dive me the kitty. " pleaded Emmy. "And me the mouses , " said Dean. _ "They're deers , goosey , said Joe , with a little scornful sniff. "Let me see all of'em , won't you , Charly ? " Chariy smiled in the brighest way , and pulled off the cover. Shall I tell you what were there ? The daintiest little images under the sun , canred all in wood , and the largest one scarcely four inches high. It is true they were the work of a Hinglo awkward tool in untaught fingers , but if you had seen them lam sure you could not have helped exclaiming with Joe and Dean and Emmy , "Oh , Charly , how pretty they are ! " They were exceedingly true to life , too. There was the old house catwhich Emmy instantly appropriated why , you could almost hear her drowsy purr and there were Dean's "mooses , " with their delicate branching horns , and a pair of rabbits eating clover , and cunning , creeping baby , and there was old Dolly herself , standing with droop ing head and lopped ears lazy Dolly. "I'd know her anywhere , " laughed Joe. Joe.Charly Charly laughed too , and fingered her treasures lovingly. Her cheeks glowed and her eyes were starry. "Do you think they're nice ? " she ask ed "as nice as some they have at the stores at Christmas time , Joey ? " "Nicer , " returned Joe , in a tone ex pressive of great wisdom and experi ence a whole .heap nicer. " "Well , " pursued Charly. "I'm going to make all I can , and when I get enough I'll send them to sell. Mrs. King- gold said they ought to be half a dollar apiece. " "O-oh ! " cried Joe , quite taken aback by this prospect of unbounded wealth. "What'll you do with so much ? " "I know , " put in Dean. "You'll get cured , won't you , Charly ? " The quick tears sprang to Charly's dark eyes. "I will , if I can , " said she , and she pulled Emmy to her , and hid her face in the baby's yellow curls. "Mavbo I can't. " "Mr. Perks said you could if you could go to see Dr. Lester. He can euro every thing. " "But it'll cost a great lot of money maybe $100 , " said Charly. "I'd have tote to make 200 of these , Joey. " "Well , you ain't going to wait that long , " declared Joe stoutly. "Father says just as soon's this old farm pays anything , he's going to take you to Fredericton to see Dr. Lester. Juaybe 'twill pay next summer ; we're going to have a cow then. And we haven't been here long enough yet , you know. " "That'll be real nice , " said she. "Now , after dinner I'll cut out some thing more. " ' 1 think it's real fun. " said Joe. But Charly only shook her head and smiled Well that day passed , and the next , and all the time the sun did not show his face. The clouds hung heavy and black and dark came early , -and AveatherAvise Joe , with his nose against the windowpane - pane , prophesied a storm. "I hope 'twon't come , though till fa ther and mother are home. " said he. It did , however. When the children awoke next morning the snow was fal ling fast and steadily in large flakes. It had grown very much colder , tco , in the night. Poor little Joe's teeth chat tered spitefully even after he had raked open the bed of coals in the fireplace and built a roaring fire. The wind came upwith the sun ; it whistled and raA'ed along the bleak river shore in a way that set the timbers of the old house to creaking dolefully. "I don't believe they'll come to night , " said Joe , when dark began to fall. fall."Won't "Won't they. Charly ? " "Oh , Charly , Avon't'em ? " "Do you s'pose a Avolf chased father an'mother ? "asked Joe , with a dismal quaver , breaking in upon the narrative of the "Tiny Pig. " "A wolf couldn't catch our Dolly , " said Dean , quickly. "She's too smart and big. " Charly laughted. For the world she would not have acknowledged that such a possibility had occurred to her OAVTI mind. "It's the storm that keeps them , " she said , cheerily. "It's a dreadful storm , you know. They'll be here to-morrow I know they will. " But to-morrow came and went a long , dreary , freezing day , and the fifth morning daAvned. HOAV bitter ly cold it was , and IIOAV the wind whistled through and through the house ! The storm had ceased , but of this the children could not be sure , since the Avindows Avere banked with SUOAV , and when Joe tried to open the outer door a white Avail repelled him. Their store of provisions , too , was nearly exhausted , and that seemed worse than all the rest , until Joe came in from the entry Avith his arms full of wood and his eyes full of tears. " ' bit there is " he "That's every , qua vered. "Oh , Charly , Avhy don't father come ? " "He will , " said Charly , with a brave , bright smile , though her heart Avas like lead. "Now , we'll be real saving of this Avood and only put on one stick at a time. " Oh , how cold the room grew colder and colder , Avhile time dragged on , and those last sticks Avere burning slowly aAvay. They ate their last bits of bread then , and because Charlv said she could not eat , there was a a very little more for Emmy and Dean and Joe. But Joe , though he looked wistfully at the frozen niorsels , was struck with a sudden recollection. "You didn' eat any breakfast , Charly , nor any last ' ' night , because your head ached. Ain't you hungry ? " "Never mind , " said Gnarly , cheerily. Til eat enough when they come home. " The bread disappeared then to the last crumb. "I'm awful hungrv yet , " said Joe. "So ami , " echoed Dean with a piti ful pucker , "and I'm aAvful cold. " Charly hugged Emmy tighter and looked around. There were the chairs stout oaken ones. [ ' ' ' break chair Joey ? " 'Can't you up a , she asked. But he couldn't though he tried man fully poor little Joe with tears stand ing on his cheeks. "Never mind , " said Charly again. And then the forlorn little group hud dled together over the dying fire. How cold it was ! and how the wind rocked the old house and blew its freezing breath in through every chink 1 t ' ' " murmured Emmy 'Tm s'eepy , , drowsily. Charly looked at nor in sud den terror. She had been Bobbing Avith cold and hunger , and now her baby face looked pinched and her hand * blue with cold. But the golden head drooped heavy against Charly's arm and Emmy never went to sleep at this time in the day. A dull red coal wink ed among the ashes. Charly sawit and straightened Emmy upwith a little shake. "Wo will have a funny fire , " sau" she , with a catch in her voice. "Bring the box , Joov. " "Oh , Churly , no ! " " " . "I make "Yes , said Cliarly. can plenty more. Wake up , Emmy. " And in a minute Emmy was wide awake enough to see a tiny bright blaze upon the hearth. They burned the box first and then the pretty carvings one by one. All too soon they were gone , and there only remained only a few ashes. "I'm just as cold , " whimpered Dean. "I'm sleepy , too , Charly. " "Well , you shall go to sleep , " said Charly ; "and when you wake up I know they'll bo here. But we'll have some nice fun first. Who wants a doughnut ? r "Oh , Charly Grace , you haven't got one ! " "Yes I have , " returned Charly with a triumphant little laugh. "I saved these out of mine. " She stood Emmy on the hearth and hobbled as briskly as could bo across the floor , placing two chairs , one at each end of the room. "Now you run a race around those two chairs till I say it's enough , and I'll give you one apiece. Run just as fast as you can. " At first the children demurred , they were so cramped and tired and drowsy ; but the sight of three brown , delicious looking cakes which Charly produced from her pockets nerved them to action. Around and around the chairs they ran , Joe ahead Emmy in the rear , breathing out little clouds of steam. And Charly laughed and clapped her hands and cheered them on , until at last they stopped from sheer fatigue , puffing like three small locomotives , and with their pulses beating in a lively way. Charly hobbled over to the bed. "Get in , all of you , " she said ; "then I'll give you your cakes. I know they'll be hero when you wake up. " She tucked them in warmly , and then she went back to her chair. She put the end of her crutches upon two or three live coals and blew them into a tiny blaze. Pretty soon , when she had warmed herself a , little , she would creep in beside Emmy. She listened to the deep regular breath ing from the bed. "They are going to sleep , " she mur mured. "I've done the best I could the best I could. " The words echoed from the walls of the cold little room , and rang them selves over and over in her brain. How warm the place was growing and how dark. She thought she would crawl over to the bed and get in with Emmy and Dean and Joe. But she did not stir. stir.She She sat there a still , a white little fig ure , with a pair of half-burned crutches at her feet , when less than an hour lat er a man with frosty beard and hair forced himself through the snowbank at the door. It was Mr. Grace , alone , for the storm had rendered the roads im passable , and he had tramped the whole distance from Dunbar Corner upon snowshoes. It was a long , wearying walk , no doubt , and lie had been about it two days. But when he opened the door of his home he forgot it all. In less than a minute he had made kind ling Avood of one of the chairs , and in another one or two a brisk fire Avas roaringon thehearth , and Mr. Gracein terrible fear , was rubbing Charly's hands and forcing some brandy from the little flask he carried down her throat. She opened her eyes presently , and looked up into the kind face above her in a bcAvildered way. "Emmy Dean Joe are " "All right all right ! " yelled Mr. Grace , nearly beside himself Avith de light ; and then he Avent doAvn upon his knees before Charly and cried , "We're all right , my dear. " And so , indeed they were. I haven't space to tell you all that happened what Mrs. Grace said and did Avhen she came , a few days later , Avith the Avel- come news that grandmamma was bet ter , and heard what Mr. Grace had al ready heard from Joe and Emmy and Dean : how the story was told through out the settlement over and over , and IIOAV Charly was praised on all sides ; nor how the people of Grand Fork , the little village five miles beloAV , pcofc up a fair for Charly's benefit , which gave her enough to take her to Dr. Les ter that very next spring. And though Dr. Lester could not entirely cure her , the weak little limbs grew so much stronger and better that she was ableto walk Avithout crutches , by limping a very little. When Dr. Lester , too , came to hear who Charly was , for the story of the win ter's day had already reached his ears , he refused to take his fee , but , instead , added to the little roll of bills and put it in the bank for Charly. "She will Avant to go to school in little while , " said he. "I think she must study art. " "Why , Avhat makes every one so good to me ? " asked Charly with happy tears ; "I didn't do anything. " "Didn't you ? " asked Mrs. Grace , in return , kissing the glad litttle face 'didn't you ? " A Husband's Quandary. From the Roclrland Courier-Gazette. "A scientific Frenchman says he has discovered a process for making artifi cial brains , " said Mrs. Wigglesworth , looking up from the paper she Avas reading. "Artificial brains ! " sniffed Mr. Wigglesworih , scornfully ; that's ust like those nonsensical Frenchmen , always fooling away their time making something artificial. What I want is real brains none of your make-believe nonsense. " Mrs. Wigglesworth , as she resumed her paper , demurely murmur ed that she had noticed it , too , but she never should have dared to speak of it lierself. And Mr. Wigglesworth rub bed his head in a dazed sort of fashion , and wondered if he really had express ed himself just as he meant to. MY SISTER SUSLTTA. "I am going , Addie , so it is useless to argue the point , " my sister say. " , as she stands on tiptoe to pluck a rose that is almost out of her reach , her loose sleoA'c falling back from her beau tifully molded arm Avith its dimpled elbow. Susetta is so pretty that everybody falls in love Avith her men , Avomcnaud children ; but she has her faults * AVJO has not ? and her obstinacy makes me sigh. sigh.She She is affianced to one of the best young men that everdreAV breath ; but they quarrel so often that I frequently Avonder if their engagement Avill ever end in marriage. Trevor Chudleigh is awfully fond of her ; but she does lead him such dance 1 Nowif I only had a lover like Trevor , how differently I would behave. Alas ! I am not a beauty and although "hand some is as handsome does" is a very good saying youug men , as a rule , pre fer pretty faces to plain ones. Trevor is aAvay , Averse luck ! and be fore he went begged Susotta not to at tend those awful races. It Avasn't much to ask , I think ; but Susetta says he is a tyrant , and if she dosen't get some en joyment out of life before she is mar ried , she neA'er will afterward. She is going with those Fieldwicks , too , and Trevor always says Mrs. Field- wick is fast. She certainly does paint and powder openly , as indifferent to criticism on that point as Lady Morgan ; but she's an amiable Avoman for all that. Still , if I Avere Susetta , I should not seek her society , knowing Trevor's dislike to her. But poor Susetta is so fond of pleas- are. It is a perfect mania Avith her. She always wants to be amusing her self , and hates quiet as much , as I love it. 1 often v/onder how Trevor and Susetta will get on if they ever do mar ry , for he is so graAe and studious and she so giddy and flighty. He said to me one day how well I remember his Avords : "Addie , I wish your sister resembled you in your fondness for home. She ahvays wants to be gadding about. I never kneAV such a restless creature in my life ! " "You must bear \vitls liar , " lanswered. "She is so young and pretty , Trevor , and we haAre made such a pet of her. She does not know what it is to be denied anything she wants. " "I know you always stand up for her , " he observed Avith a smile ; "you are a good girl , Addie. " This Avas before he went away to Lon don on business. He has been gone about a week , and Susetta has had a letter from him every morning. Hap py Susetta ! What more can she Avant since she has his loA'e ? It Avould not be much of a sacrifice to stay away from the races. Susetta looks lovely in the blue dress , coquettish hat and blue veil , and it isn't likely , she tells nie , that she is go ing to stick at home Avhile other people are enjovine : themselves. " "If old "Trevor" he is eight-and- tweuty ' 'doesn't like ifc he can do the other thing , " she says , Avith a laugh. "Why don't you marry him yourself , you little prude ? " "Because he never asked me , " is my quiet reply ; "but if a good man loved me , I Avould neA'er trifle Avith his feel ings , Susetta. " "You are perfection , and I am not , " says mv prettv sister. "Good-by , Ad die. " And she hurries out of the house , for a smart four-in-hand has just drawn up afc the door , and going to the window I Avatch Susettsi as she is helped up to the top and takes her place beside Mrs. Fieldwick , whose red and white is laid on extra thick , I fancy , to-day. Then I sit down on the sofa and cry a little for Trevor , but more for myself. Oh , if he had loA'ed me , how eagerly I would have obeyed his slightest Avish ! But he does not love me so what is the use in indulging in such thoughts ? They are foolish and wrong. Mother and our one servant are not very observant , but the fear that they may notice that I have been weeping makes me dry niy eyes ; but not before I have made myself uglier than ever. Perfection , Susetta called me. Yes I am a perfect fright. Hook at myself in the mirror. What do I see ? A small pale face , light eyes , and sandy hair. An entrancing picture truly. Alma Taclema says a woman Avith a beautiful figure seldom has a beautiful face , and my figure is undeniably good. Susetta has often told me so for my consolation , Avhen I have admired her pretty features. There is a double knock at our front door , and our serA'ant being busy , I open it. "A telegram , miss , " says the boy who stands there. It is for Susetta , and I open it with out hesitation , for Susetta and I have no secrets from each other. To my dismay , it is from Trevor , to Bay that he Avill bo with Susetta that afternoon. Of course she Avill not be here to receive him. What \vill he think ! I tell mother the neAvs , and she says , calmly : "My dear , it is no business of ours ; Susetta must manage her own affairs. She would go to the races , and your sister and Trevor must settle the matter between them. " Mother is a little A'excd with Susetta , for Trevor is a very good man. and she might have stopped at home for once just to please him. "If she had only knoAvn he was com ing back to-day , " I say , regretfully , "sho Avould not have gone in that case , and all would have been Avell. " "Don't you bother your dear little head over Susetta's affairs , " returns motherkissing rne. "You'll haA'o cnougl to do if you trouble yourself about her. There neA'er Avas such an obstinate , self-willed girl. " "But she loves TreA'or " I , say , earn estly. "I doubt it , " returns mother , shaking her head. "If she cared for him she Avould be ready to make a greater sac rifice than stopping away from the races for his sake. " "But she is so pretty , mother , and so fond of pleasure. " "All the Averse for Trevor. " retorts mother , AVIO is deeply vexed. "But since you are so stanch in her de fense , I'll leave you to make excuse.1 for her. 'Jy head aches , and I am go ing to lie down. " "But , oh , mother ! Avhat can I say to him ? " I cry in dismay. "Just Avliab you please , " returns mother. "If I Avoro to see him , I should tell him Avhat I think of Susetla's be- haA'ior , and you Avould object to that , know. " ' 'Oh , mother ! don't be hard on our petted darling , " I say , and mother' ; face relaxes , and I see a smile lurking afc the corners of her mouth ; but she Avon't Avait to see Trevor , neverthe less. less.Ho Ho Avill look so bright and eag when ho comes into the room , and shall see such blank disappointment on his face as ho looks in A'ain for Susetta Susetta , Avho is enjoying herself at the races in company Avifch those objec tionable FieldAvicks. I go to the piano , but rise from the music stool in a very few minutes , and take up a book , then , throAving it down , begin to Avalk restlessly to and fro , for I can settle to nothing. Presently I hear Trevor knocking at the hall door. I know his rat-tat-tat so well , and an instant later he is in the room asking eagerly for Susetta. 'Was she not pleased to got my tele gram ? " he continues. "Sho Avas far from homo \vhen it came , " I say , trying to appear at my ease , "so I opened it. " "Quite right , sister Addie , " returns Trevor , looking a little disappointed , but still speaking cheerfully. "But Avhere is Susetta ? " "She is spending the day with some friends , " I answered , with a foolish desire to put off telling the truth as long as possible. TreA'or's handsome face darkens , and his eyes flash ominously , as ho says : "Adeline , she has neA'er gone to the races ? she Avould not do that after Avhat I haA'o said. But you don't answer me. She has gone , then ? " I am still silent , and TreA'or begins to pace up and down the room in a stita of the greatest agitation. He is terribly put oub , und makes no attempt to hide it from me. "And I shortened my stay in London , and hurried back for this , " he says , bit terly , coming to a standstill before my chair. ' 'Addie I am beginning to Avon- der Avhether Susetta is worthy of all the loA'e I IniA'e laA'ished upon her. " "Nonsense , TreA'or , " I say quickly. "You must not speak like that of my sister. She is foolish , I knoAv ; but there is not a better girl in thcAvholo Avorld. " He giA'es me a quick glance as I finish 1 speaking , ami sichs impatiently. "I know one thing , " he says , after a pause ; "she could not haA-e had a better sister. Why is it you always take her part , Addie ? HaA'e you no sympathy for me ? " He puts his hand on my shoulder as he speaks , never dreaming IIOAV that light touch thrills me , and how hard it is to steady 1113' A'oice , as I reply : "I sympathize with you both. Ah ! if you Avonld only take 'Bear and forbear' for your motto ! " "HaA'e I not borne enough already ? " demands Trevor , Avith another sigh. "Addie ! " he cries , suddenly , and the blood rushes to his face , "she has not gone Avifch the FieldAvicks. She has ! Then HeaA'en ! lAvill ' , by never forgiA'a her. " - "Hush , Trevor ! " I say , soothingly. "You Avill be sorry for talking like this Avhen your anger is over. After all , she has not done anything desperately Avrong. " "Would you have done it , Addie ? ' ' I hesitate for a moment , scarcely knoAving Avhafc reply to make ; but I must say something in my sister's de fense , and I ansAver , gently : "You forget IIOAV different we are , Susetta and I. She is so fond of pleas ure , and I have ever been a home bird. " ' 'What a fortunate man your husband will be ! " says TreA-or. "You are the Avoman to make a man's home happy , and fill his life Avith sunshine. " ' 'But men love beauty , " I say , with a faint smile. "Then men are fools , " exclaims TreA'or , forgetting that his remark is scarcely complimentary , und he , at any rate , has not been proof against the fascination of a pretty fuce. "I mean , " he added , quickly , "That a man Avho is Avise will seek a Avife Avho is good , as Avell as beautiful. " "The man who is Avisewill not marry at all , " I observe , laughingly. "He that takes a Avife takes trouble and care. " But Trevor is not in the humor to laugh at anything. He hates the idea of Susetta associating Avith the Fieldwicks , r and is deeply Avouuded that she should haA'o gone to the races , in defiance of his Avishes. Trevor and I are in the garden when the four-in-hand dashes up to the gate , and I notice with horroi- that Mr. Field- Avick shows evident signs of haA-ing had too much champagne. He Avears a false nosp , and presents a wholly comical appearance. At any oth er time I should find it impossible not to laugh , but now I can feel nothing but dismay. Susetta is helped down by a young man with light hair , and stands at the gate as the coach bowls along the road. She has not seen Trevor yet. When she does , her cheeks lose a little of their rich bloom , and a half-frightened , half- defiant look comes into her eyes. "You here , Trevor , * ' she fcays , hold ing out her hand. 'Ton did not expect to see me , " he observes , coldly. "If I had , I should have stopped at : home , " she ansAvors , and then I slip in doors and leave them alono. Presently Susotta joins me , butAvith- out Trevor. They had quarreled , it seemed , and parted in anger. "Susotta , " I say , entreatingly , "you have not sent him aAvay ? " "Ho has gene , my dear , " she answers , and begins to sing , but Ifancy her voice trembles a little. "Oh , Susotta , " T say , "pray , think of Avhat you are doing ! Ho IOA-CS you so 1" "Ho says ho never Avants to see my face again , " she answers , and then con tinues her song. It is growing dark , but I fancy I can BOO a figure lingering near the gate. Can it bo TreA'or ? "Susetta , " I say , "do you know Tre vor is going to leave England ? " It is an aAvfnl fib , for ho had never said so ; but it is Avhut I imagine he Avill do if his estrangement Avith Susettn continues , and I cannot bear to see these two people , Avho love each other , spoiling their lives from sheer obstinacy and ill-temper. I love them so dearly that I Avould fain see them happy. "Going to leave England because I went to the races , Isuppo.se you mean , " says Susotta. "Well , let him go I don't care ! " "If you don't care , Avhy are you cry \ \ ing ? " I ask , hoping she is crying ; for I am not sure of it , and the assertion is only a bold A'onture on my part. ' 'I am not crying , " returns my sister , in a choking voice. "If Trevor loves me so little that he can leave me foreA'- er because I committed an act of folly , he isn't worth crying about. Perhaps if ho had known how my conscience had pricked me all day , and how I fiad re V , solved never to go out with those horrid rid people again , ho wouldn't have been so hard on me. " "Ifc is too late now , " I say , watching TrcA-or's shadow. "After all , dear , ho Avas too exacting , you'll find some one more kind and considerate , and learn to forget him. "Never ! ; > replies my sister , indignant . "If had ' been in loA'e ly. you eA'er , you Avould know that such a thing is impos V sible. You have no feeling , Adeline. " "Darling ! " this expression does not come from me , but from Trevor , who , leaping through the window , clasps Susetta in his arms. I am about to re tire from the room , Avhen Trevor , still holding my sister in his embrace , takes my hand and lifts it to his lips. "Addie , " he says , "I shall never for get the serAnco yon have done me. " "Was it a plot between you ? " asks Susetta , struggling to free herself. Trevor stoutly denies this , and so do I , and Susetta appears satisfied. But in her own mind I fancy she still has her doubts. 1 know ono thing , she is ahvays Aory grateful to me for Avhat I did that night. If she new all , per haps she Avould be more grateful still. First Confederate Impression of Grant. Memphis Avalanche. Our first im pression of the great general and great smoker Avas , as a prisoner , after making the forced march Grant's advanced corps made to get around Lee's army. The imperturbable face , firm sit of sad tile , square jaAv , massive leAver face , , un lit cigar , as he sat and gazed a moment afc daylight , as dispositions Avere mak ing , made an impression , although ifc Avas later of the same day that ifc Avas known that it Avas Grant. After the surrender , Grant rode by , accompanied by Washburne , of Illinois , and aome confederates. To some re mark , some gush , we suspect , by a con federate , Washburne replied Avith some other gush , Avhich just at that gushing moment of defeat , Avas thought to be a A'ery fine sentiment , "I am proud of my gallant countrymen of both sides. " The silent smoker rode Avithoufc a Avord , his cigar still itnlit , and perhaps the same he had in the morning , still between his teeth. There was an ap pearance of firmness abcufc thu man and about everything about him. The cigar seemed to be fast roofed in the man , the man in his saddle , the saddle to the horse , the horse to the solid earth. Wo iiaA'o neA'er forgot the impression of power , or that there Avas Avith it an ex pression of simple good Avill and kind ness , Avhich Avas as distinctive a trait as firmness Avithout severity. Of the cigar , we had IICA-PI- heard ; but it made an im pression. Grant is not all Grant Avith- oufc it. Push and Pay in ITew Tori. In New York , more than elsewhere , a youngster starting on nothing , and on a small salary must push himself along on his merits. He must have industry , application , push , sobriety and a thousand and-one good points , or some one is going to run right OA'CT him and leave him behind. If ho laga even Avhile walking in Broadway , some one will tread on his heels. Ho has to meet the sharpest competition to bo found on the continent , no matter what his occupation. If fie can push his pay toAvard the top of his profession , lie Avill command a large sum of incney. There are lawyers Avho make $25,000 year from their profession , and there are railroad men Avho command an equal sum. There are physicians who make much more money and there are many dentists who collect § 20.000. A half score of editors receive $10,000 or more , and there are several men on the lead ing newspapers who earn $100 a week. But in all these ' A'ocations the great mass of the Avorkers get A-ery much less money. The managing clerk in a laAvyer's office and he is the man on whom fall the bulk of the routine work gets from $1,500 to $3,000 a year only. The average physician and dentist makes 2,500 to $1,000. Book-keepers average 51.200 to $1,500 , and salesmen in Avhole- sale houses $2,500 or $3,000. although af the latter class there are those Avho jam as high as $8,000 and 10,000. Editorial writers receive $60 to 80. and the best $100. a Aveek ; managing editors 5100 to $150-copy revisers , $30 to 50 , md first-grade reporters the same. Four girls are among the pages in the Kansas House of Representatives , and he docket clerk is a woman.