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.
