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TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 1896.
As was predicted by all republi
cans, the election of Major McKin
lev has caused a sreneral revival of
j
business, and particularly is this
true in the iron and textile indus
tries. Within the past six days
manv manufacturiner concerns
which have laid idle for months
have resumed work, many others
which have been workiner on half
time are now running- full time,
and in a number of others the force
of men at work have been increased
two and three fold. The whole
sale houses of the large cities have
increased the number of traveling
salesmen, the banks are paying-out
gold without stint, and those who
have had the yellow metal in hid-
ing are bringing it out and deposit
ing it in banks. Money is already
easier, loans beinr secured without
trouble where the security is ample,
The railroads feel confident of in
creased business, and duriner the
past four days orders have been
given for building 60,000 additional
freight cars. In this general re
vival ot business the farmer will be
favorably effected. Wheat has been
on a gradual rise and will continue
to ascend, and other farm products
will share in the advance of prices.
There will be no great boom for the
United States, but there will be a
gradual return ot prosperity such
as we had prior to 1892. With a
populist legislature Nebraska may
be one of the last states to feel the
full effect of returning prosperity.
Eastern capital which is an im
perative necessity to Nebraska
will be slow in coming to this state,
but it will reach us sooner or later
and we will all be benefitted. We
believe that the people of Nebraska
made a mistake in carrying the
state for free silver and thus plac
ing itself along side of those states,
whose credit in the financial worla
has been none the best, yet the
majority of the voters were in favor
of that fallacy and we cheerfull
abide their decision.
Two counties in Nebraska in
which manufacturing industries
are located, went republican last
Tuesday. They were Hall ana
Madison. The people of thest
counties know that a protective
policy will be favorable to the sugai
beet industry, which means so much
to the farmer and the business men
alike. Had more counties in Ne
braska given republican majorities
the chances lor securing additional
sugar factories would have beei
enhanced.
The defeat of Altgeld for gover
nor of Illinois is a victory over
which people in all parts of the
country will rejoice. As a dema
gogue he is without a peer, and the
stand he has taken on several ques
tions has proven him to be an ally
of anarchism. By his defeat the
politics of Illinois has been purified.
LINCOLN COUNTY'S VOTE.
The following is the vote received
by the several candidates in Lin
coln county as shown by the official
canvass:
President
McKmley 10S0
Bryun 1353
Palmer 41
Levering .'. l'j
Bent-oy 2
Governor
Bibb 21
iiuwiey o
Holcomb 13G2
MucColl 1044
Sadilek
Warner 19
Lieutenant-Governor
Biglin ! 44
Harris 1326
Herman 4
Jones ; 25
Kent G
Tefft 1049
Secretary of State
Brumng 8
Dibvortn
Pitch 29
Mattes 54
Piper 1041
Porter . 1294
Auditor .
Cornell 1267
Crowell 33
Gerard 4
Hedlund , 1062
Heller 46
Teickmeyer 4
Treasurer
Casey 1078
Daviss 37
Herman 1
McCulloch 3
McGiverin 43
Meservo 1307
Superintendent
Corbett.,1 1CG0
Donovon 9
Glover 37
Jackson 12S9
Whttwam J7
Attornev-General
unurcmii .-.
Nypaard j
Patrick 40
Smvthe 1301
Strong 31
Commissioner P. L. and 15
Baer 33
Honner 33
Roe 6
Russell 1065
' Schmidt- 5
Wolf 1202
Congressman
Cady 109a
George -
Greene lJ1i
Sloan 5
Senator
Feltz 1297
Hoagland ...HSi
Representative
Abbott 93
Stebblns 1213
Dillard 1
Countv Attornev-
Beeler.. ... 1354
Patterson 071
Commissioner-
Garrison 517
Robblns 443
LOON.
Lone dweller by the lonely lake,
Bemote among oar northern hills.
Bound wooded shores thy loud cries wake
The Bleeping echoes, rndcly break
The singing of tho rills.
Thou hast the storm a welcome guest
At thy home by the water's edge.
The waves may plash about thy breast;
May, playful, lift and rock thy nest
Built on the reedy sedge.
Thou art a ruler in good right,
Strorg master of all winds that blow.
Tby wings outstrip the stormclouds quite.
Thy swimming is the swallow a flight
Been in tho depths below.
Thou sittest with a sovereign grace
The broken waters of the pond.
And, quicker than tho eye can trace,
Hast shifted to another place
A good half mile beyond.
Ah! said those loud demoniac cries
Borne on the startled listening air,
As if from aether world did rise
In agony to earth and skies
An outburst of despar.
Proud Is thy mate as side by side
Ye cleavo the air with whizzing wing;
Your brood that patiently abide
At home, rejoice, your formB descried,
Those wild notes heard to ring.
Isaac B. Choate in Now York Home Journal.
HEPZD3AH.
The room had been still for a long
while. Only tho even, monotonous
splash of the outgoing tide and now
and again n restless, unconscious move
ment of the dying woman in the bed
disturbed the stillness of the night
In the big armchair by the bedside,
in tho I'cbt of the lamp, sat a gaunt
woman, angular and haggard, with thin
compressed lips, yellow skin, light eyes
and dead straw colored hair drawn
tightly back from her forehead and
twisted into an uncompromising knot
at the nape of the neck.
bhe had watched for many weary
nights now beside that bed, but still
her eyes were wide and watchful and
her attitude alert. She counted each
fluttering breath of the girlish form bo
neath the sheet, and she noted each
quiver of the unconscious eyelids.
The night wore on, aud with tho
coming of the gray dawn a wind arose,
moaning round tho little house and
shaking the fastenings of the sickroom
window.
The dying woman stirred, and she
moaned, then slowly opened her eyes-
great, sad blue oyes like a child in
trouble. She fixed them upon the watch
er in the chair with a pathetic look of en
treaty.
"Hepzibah!" The palo lips just
formed the whispered word.
The gaunt woman roso hastily and
bent over her.
"Hepzibah you have been very good
to me"
A painful pause; breathing was so
difficult.
"Am I dying now?"
The woman bending over her made
no response, bat tears gathered in her
hard eyes, and her thin lips quivered.
"No, you need not tell mo. I know I
am. I can feel it Hepzibah, you have
been so good tome. There is something
that you must do for mo whon I
am gone"
Hepzibah bent over her, waiting,
watchful
The dying girl raised one feeble hand,
pointing toward the old bureau in tho
corner of tho room.
"There in the third drawer on the
left a packet letters. "Will you bring
them to me?"
Hepzibah brought over to her a little
bundle, tied round with faded pink rib
bon.
The young woman fingered it loving
ly, wistfully.
"They are Jack's letters my Jack,
uepzioaui wnen I am gone, l trust you
to burn them for me. Tom must never
know. Poor Tom ho has been a good
husband to me, but I loved Jack first
only ho was so wild. I did not know
that ho cared for me. And he went
away m a temper and I married Tom.
But when Jack came back from sea last
time, I I found out how much he
cared. It was terrible and I loved him
mi
soj xnen lie was drowned my poor
Jack!"
A weak sob choked her broken whis
pering.
"Promise me you will burn them,
Hepzibah, for Tom's sake. "
Dear, I promise."
Yon have been so good to me, so pa-
uenc wicn me. wnen l am gone, you
a. i a t rrr
will be good to poor Tom."
A dull red flush overspread the elder
woman's face. She turned her head into
the shadow.
"I will do what I can, Nellie," she
respond 'd in a smothered voice.
t 1 i m -r v
uaji xom now. x ieei am going
soon going. I feel so cold so numb,
Hepzibah hastily left the room. She
was back in an instant, followed by a
stout, ruddy faced man of about 50. He
stepped softly to the bed and took the
dying woman's hand in his big grasp.
"Come, Nell, my lass, you must bear
a brave heart. We'll havo you better
soon. There were tears in his cheery
voice.
Nellie looked at him with a faint
smile. She raised the big red hand in
which her own was imprisoned to her
lips. Then, exhausted by her recent
efforts, sho closed her eyes and seemed
to sleep. Presently she started violently.
Her eyes opened in terror.
"Tho letters! You will hum them,
Hepzibah"
Tom turned to Hepzibah wondering
ly. He thought the delirium had re
turned. "What letters does she mean?"
Hepzibah was silent. She averted her
eyes. Then:
"Sho means her dead mother's let
ters, " she replied in a steady voice.
The dying woman looked her grati
tude for the saving lie. There was a
silence again and a solemn sense of
waiting in the room. At lastNellio
made a faint movement with her hand
The tide was nearly out Beyond the
sun was rising in golden splendor, mak
lug a fcnncriLi pauiway across tne
waves, straight to the cottage window.
xoe nignu winu naa sottened into a
warm breeze. It came wafted in, min
gling with the salt of the sea with the
scent of the flowers in the little garden
below.
.Nellie's big, sad eyes took in all the
beauty of the morning; then they gently
nosed.
So Nellie Thurgood, Tom Tburgood'a
young wife, died and was buried in the
little churchyard by the sea, and the
tide came in and tho tide went out
through the long summer days and
nights and peaceful order reigned in tho
little cottage, for Hepzibah was a nota
ble housekeeper, and Tom was grateful
to her in a dull, impersonal way. Hi3
heart was buried in a newly made grave
on the cliff side, and nothing seemed
real to him but that.
Hepzibah watched him from under
her white eyelashes and kept silent, but
his pipe was always ready for him
when he came indoors and his favorite
food simmered on the hob.
Hepzibah's hair grew brighter as the
days went on. Her cheeks had a comely
blush. She began to take thought of her
dress. She bought a blue gingham gown
in the village and a muslin handker
chief "for her neck. Her voice took a
softer note. She began to sing about her
work.
But Tom would sit in the churchyard
through the long summer twilights, and
when he came in to his supper his feet
dragged wearily, and his eyes were dull
With misery.
"You should not grieve so," said
Hepzibah softly one night after supper.
She was knitting in the firelight Her
head was bent over her -work.
Tom woke as from a dream. He
looked at her with unseeing eyes.
"An, it's wen to say that to a man
Whose heart is breaking."
His voice grew husky. He turned
away his head to the fire.
"&uz you snouidn't grieve as one
without hope. Time must soften things
a me. ion nave your me Deiore you.
Tom laughed a short, bitter laugh not
good to hear.
"She was all I had my Nellie tho
apple of my eye. What good's life to
me now? Such pretty ways she had,
too!" ho went on mnsingly. "Such lov
ing, tender ways"
Hepzibah's needles flashed in the fire
light.
"There are other women in the world
as fond as Nellie," she said softly, with
her eyes on her knitting.
There was a long silence in tho room.
The fire flickered. A cinder fell on the
hearth. Hepzibah could hear her heart
throbs. She slowly lifted her eyes to the
man's face.
He was not looking at her at all, but
at a china shepherdess upon the little
table against the wall. His eyes wero
troubled. He was trying to remember.
juy jNeuie did not Keep tnat on
a- w a
there. No, it was on tho mantelpiece
hero that she had it "
He brought the ornament over, dust
ing it with his handkerchief.
We must keep the things as she left
them, Hepzibah," he said. But Hepzi
bah had slipped-out of the door into tho
summer darkness.
She rested her arms on tho little gate
and stood looking far out to sea. Her
face shone whito and ghastly in tho
dimness. She shivered in the warm air.
You dead woman you Nellie, " she
whispered tensely, why will you not
give nim up to me? You nave your
Jack. You do not want him and I
oh, my God!"
A great tearless sob choked her. The
shimmering waves mocked her. Her
face hardened.
"Why should I not tell him? I shall
do you no harm. How can one hurt the
dead? You are asleep in the churchyard,
and I love him I tell you Hove him!"
The man was sitting, smoking mood
ily, gazing into tho glowing fire when
Hepzibah glided in and stoud behind
his chair.
"Tom, I can't bear that you should
grieve so. She wasn't worthy of a love
liko yours."
"Hepzibah!"
"I have thought you ought to know,"
sho faltered, "because I can't bear to
seo you spoiling your life for love of
her her who did not lovo you at all,
but Jaok. "
"Womnn, what do you mean? What
lies are you telling me?"
"It's true. Don't you remember her
calling out about the letters the night
sho died? She gave me a packet Jack's
letters to her."
"My God! Give them to me!"
"You must not mind so much, Tom."
"Tho letters!"
Hepzibah laid the packet on tho table
and crept away up tho staircase to her
room.
The still hours passed by. Night
waned, hut Hepzibah, wild eyed and
numb, crouched by the bed, straining
her ears for any sound from below.
An hour before dawn came the sound
of a chair scraping on the flagged floor.
Then drawers were opened and shut.
His footsteps echoed to and fro: then
silence and the scratching of a pen
It grew unbearable. Disheveled, wan,
fearful, sho orept down the stairs and
peered in.
Tom Thurgood sat at the table writ
ing by the dim candlelight Ho had on
his rough pilot's coat A bundle tied in
a red handkerchief rested besido him.
Hepzibah's broken cry aroused him
He rose and came toward her.
"I'm going away back to sea
again," ho said gravely. "You're wel
come to tho cottage and the bits of fur
niture. There's no home for me now
the place wnuld kill mo. Get back to
bed, woman. Goodby; there, go!"
He turned back to his writing, and
the room was quiet again. Presently he
threw down his pen and passed his inky
fingers through his hair.
"Tho wind moans terrible tonight, "
he said.
It was Hepzibah abovo crying for her
lost paradise. Chapman's Magazine.
True Ijorc.
Carson And don't you think mar
ried love is true love?
vokes It must be. Its course never
does run smooth. Truth.
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by Ivow York parties.
C. C. Jerome, Chicago, has purchased
Phenol, 2:07Kt to pole with Tom Ogden,
2:07. Price reported, $3,000.
There are qui to a number of foreigners
in this country at present looking for
American trotters to take abroad.
Tho pacer Allio, 2:11. by Alabaster, was
so badly injured in a railway accident re
cently that he will bo ablo to race no more.
Tho past has been one of tho rainiest
seasons on record, few meetings having
escaped without one or more days' post
ponement.
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THE STRANGE FISHES.
Most ugly shapes and horxiblo aspects,
Such as Damo Nature's self xnoto might
fear to see
Or shame that over should so foul defects
From her most cunning hand escaped be;
All dreadful portraits of deformity.
Spring headed hydras and sea shouldering
whales.
Great whirlpools which all fishes make to flee,
Bright sculo.-nras armed with silver scales,
Mighty monooeros with im measured tails,
The dreadful flsh that hath deserved the name
Of death aud like him looks in dreadful hue,
Tho grisly Wasserman that makes his gamo
The flying ships with swiftness to pursue,
The horriblo sea satyr that doth show
His fearful face in time of greatest storm,
Huge ziffius, whom mariners eschew
No less than rocks, as travelers inform,
Aud greedy rosmarinos with visages deform.
"Faerie Queene."
LOVE'S EEWAED.
Philip had known her ever so long,
ever since she came here, a little, rose
lipped child. He drew her to school on
his littlo cart, he taught her to ride
.when older, and when her favor was no
longer to be won by snowy kittens or
sugared sweetmeats he had laid at her
feet n man's strong love, a heart that
was brave and loyal and true as steel.
And she she thought of the face she
had seen for the first time but one short
month before, the dark, handsome face
that had lignted into a look of involun
tary admiration at sight of her, the face
of the wealthy city stranger Edgar
Eeynolds.
Only ono month ago, nnd already the
lustrous eyes had learned to watch for
his coming, already the girlish heart
had learned to throb at his voice.
And he? No wonder he was fascinated
by that fresh young face, and as the
days went by he smiled to see how the
lovo of the woman cmpt into the inno
cence of the child. And so when Philip
Howard asked her for her love she had
no heart to give him. Sho told him so
with woma: ly tenderness and pity, and
he had left her presence a very sad, very
silent man.
The following day broke fair and
bright, with golden sunlight on tho hill
tops and Jne timo mists in the valley.
Along the white, winding road lead
ing to the village, in the coolness of the
dewy morning, walked Florence Thorne.
The bird3 are singing their matins in
the tree top ; the brook is laughing as it
ripples o'er its pebbly bed. In the midst
of all this glorious, sylvau beauty the
elasticity of youth reasserts itself, and
the girl's st?p grows lighter, her heart
happier, till she almost forgets her littlo
troublos.
In the village she posts her letters
and turns to retrace her steps. She meets
many laborers on their way to work,
and each man touches his hat and smiles
pleasantly on seeing the bright, pretty
face, for, young as she is, she has spent
many hours helping with kindly offices
and gentle pity their wives and little
ones.
Coming home, she passes a house that
stands in its own grounds a house
with snowy curtains, stretching veran
das and a well rolled tennis ground at
tached. It is far more pretentious than
her own cozy house. And well it may
be, for it is the boarding house of this
rustic little village. It is filled with
fashionables just now who have fled
from tho crush aud heat of the city,
and, among others, Edgar Reynolds.
At the gate a sudden thought strikes
her. The housekeeper's little child is
very ill. Sho will go in aud inquire for
her. No one save the servant can be up
yet. She pushes open tho gate and noise
lessly flits up the garden path to tho
rear of the house.
She accomplishes her mission and is
returning, when she sees fluttering on
the path before her a sheet of creamy
note paper. She picks it up and glances
around. It must have blown from a
window left open on retiring. Yes,
there is one directly overhead.
Sho is about to take it to tho house
keeper to return to its owner, when her
eyeschance to fall on two words written
in a firm, bold hand, "Florence Thorne. "
It is but a short letter, and the girl, for
getting all honor in the intensity of her
surprise, reads every word or it almost
before she knows what she has done.
"Dear Will," it runs, "expect me
back on Thursday. Am tired of rusti
cating. It would havo been an unbear
able boro were it not for an awfully
pretty girl, flirting with whom has
helped to pass the time. She is tho
daughter of Allen Thorne, the million
aire's brother, you know. Made a fool
of himself by marrying a school teach
er's daughter years ago. Jblorouco
Thorne is a shy, wild rose poor, pretty
and proud as a princess but I couldn't
afford to ruin my prospects for her, you
know. Much as I could do to keep from
losing my heart in earnest Had half a
mind to throw over Agatha Vere's thou
sands, hut pshaw, the bank account
carries tho day."
There is littlo more relating to busi
ness matters, then the letter closes with
the hastily scratched signature, "Edgar
Reynolds."
Tho girl stands stiff and rigid in tho
bright morning sunlight, a great startled
horror in her eyes. All the pretty, child
ish beauty dies in the strained intensity
of that gaze.
Hark! Is that some one coming? For
a moment she lifts her hand to her head
in a confused, helpless way. Theu.crush-
ing the letter into her bosom, sho turns
and flies fast as her leaden woighted '
feet will bear her down tho path,
through the gate, along the dusty high
way home.
Her uncle came to her on receipt of
Philip Howard's letter, stating how ill
she was, his lonely old heart warming
with love toward his brother's orphan
child. As for Edgar Reynolds, ho hnd
heard of her illness with his usual wel
bred indifference.
"Poor little thing! Perhaps it'B tho
best way it could havo ended after all,"
he said, and so, congratulating himself,
he had gone back to town, while Philip
Howard, far out on the broad Atlantic,
n self made exile from homo and friends,
carried in his hearf of hearts tho picture
of a lovely, wistful, girlish face, with
shiest pansy purple eyes.
Three years afterward James Thome's
palace home is a blaze of light and
beauty. The massive doors are flung
open ; tne perfume 01 tne flowers floats
out on the night air. "
The soft, brilliant light from tho
chandeliers, through curtains of amber
satin and creamy lace, streams forth on
the street below.
Sho ha3 received them all with a
sweet, imperious grace, wholly hor own,
and is glancing away, on a partner's
arm, when she looks up and sees be
fore her a late arrival Edgar Reynolds.
The dark debonair face i handsome
as of yore, and it brightens as if with
new life when ho sees her.
"Florence Miss Thornol" He has
sprung forward eagerly, and, regardless
of the presence of others, held out both
hands.
Florence Thorno looks up at him m
calm surprise. She does not smile; she
does not cry out. No tinge of the rose
flush dies from her face. The pansy pur
pie eyes do not droop; tho lily hands do
not tremble.
bo she lays hor hand a moment in
his, coldly, courteously.
"Have you come hack at last at
last?"
rings out the clear, silvery voice. "Cap
tain Arthurs, will you take me to tho
ballroom?"
She bows a trifle haughtily to Edgar
Reynolds and leav.es the drawing room
on her partner's arm.
The night goes by with the ripple of
laughter, the crash of music, the tread
of dancing feet
Everywhere admiring eyes follow
Florence Thorne, and her uncle looks
fondly on and smiles to seo the world
bow down before his darling. "Such
wit, such repartee, such matchless
grace!" they say. "Sho is the beauty of
the season."
"One dance, only one," pleads Edgar
Reynolds, "for the sake of old times."
She laughs, that clear, happy laugh
of hers, aud leaves him.
He stands where she ha3 left him and
looks after her with hot, angry eyes.
Ho has staid single and let Agatha
Vere's bank account slip through his
hands for ihe sake of this girl and
James Thome's wealth.
Oh, now now for one hour of the
old dominion.
He sees a servant approach her in tho
crowd, sees her bend her haughty head
and follow him.
"I must have it out with her now,"
he says, clutching his hands fiercely. "I
must awake the old love tonight if ever. "
Ho follows her through tho long, gas
lit room till, parting tho velvet cur
tains at the end, she enters a cool, dim,
shadowy alcove.
Ho is just behind her, but draws back
quickly in tho shade of a tall, flower
crowned pillar as ho sees a man turn
from the marble mantel nt the farther
end of the room, against which he had
been leaning a man bearded and
bronzed and travel stained.
"Oh, PlrHp!"
Tho girl sprang forward, a streaming
light in her eyes, a vivid color in her
cheeks.
"Little Flo!" he says softly.
It was the old pet name for her when
she was a littlo child. When she grew
up a "fair girl graduate, with golden
hair," she was "Miss Florence." Now
the old name sprang first to his lips.
Both her slonder white hands rest in
his own not reluctantly now. Th6
man in the shadow of the velvet portiere
looks on with compressed lips. Ah, he
recognizes him now his ru3tio rival of
three years ago.
"Littlo Flo," he says again, and this
time his eyos aro snspicionsly moist.
With a woman's quick perception she
Eees it and withdraws her hands.
For a moment she is a shy girl again,
for she knows how, in spite of wealthy
suitors and a countess' coronet, sho has
faithfully guarded tho love awakened
threo yoars ago the true love that
flourished when tho false love died.
"Have you no better welcome, Flor
ence no gift of love? Have I hoped
and waited in vain? Oh, my darling!"
"Silence! This lady is my promised
' wife."
It is Edgar Reynolds, whito with
rage, who speaks, but Floronco turns to
him with hor calmest, sweetest smilo.
"You are mistaken, Mr. Reynolds.
A pretty girl with whom you flirted
three years ago helped to pass tho time,
but sho was only a shy, wild rose, and
you couldn't afford to ruin your pros
pects for her, yon know."
As sho speaks sho draws from her
breast and hands him asheot of cram-
pled paper.
Then sho turns to the lover of her
childhood, girlhood, womanhood, and
lays her hands in his, and he clasps the
figure m its trailing satin robes close in
his strong arms till "little Flo" cries
out in alarm, "Oh, Philip, you have
crashed my flowers!"
And Edgar Reynolds goes forth from
the room and forth from their lives,
and for ono trao love has its royal re
ward. Exchange.
opeciroscoiJO iinajybta uii uctm njjiKi
in England to the determination of tho
constituent elements in alloys and their
quantities. Tests can thus ho applied xo
objects made of precious metals without
tho injury which would result from a
chemical nnulysis.
The time when
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I Uufialo,
A "Kav
V ' VS tion"
1 fSiJr
R una";
NAY, ASK NO VOW.
Nay, ask no vow, dear heart. Too lightly Blips
The word "fo'rovpr" from our careless lips.
Wo pledge eternity who in one day,
Forgotten, silenced, mingle clay with clay.
How do you Icnow your eyes will always shine
With that glad welcome when they meet with
mine?
How dare I say this heart for aye will swell
To answer yours, knowing its frailty well?
Today sees plighted troth and clasping hands,
Tomorrow shattered faith aud broken bands.
Oh, pitiful for mortal lips to swearl
More fitting this unceasing fervent prayer
Ihat our love's flower, escaping frost and
blight,
May bloom immortal, as we hopo tonight.
Catharine Young Glen in Century.
THE APPRENTICE.
Three hundred years ago thero lived
at Augshurg a lad named Willibald, ap
prentice to a smith, whoso industry ob
tained him the regard of his master,
while his good naturo caused him to be
a favorite with all who knew him. His
master so highly estimated his skill
that when the boy grew into a man he
offered to mako him his partner and
hinted that ho was not displeased at
the young man's friendship with his
daughter.
Willibald, though favored by the
young lady, was quito freo from any
feeling of love for her, and the reason
of his coldness was apparent.
Iu tho small house opposite lived
Dame Martha, a respectable widow,
with a granddaughter of uncom
mon loveliness. Young Ellen had
quite captivated Willibald, and when
he saw her through the window or tho
open door he thought thero could be no
happiness so great as that of calling her
his own. But tho old woman seldom
suffered her to stir from her sight; so
that thero was no opportunity for the
young man to declare the passion with
which the fair girl had inspired him.
For a long while Willibald sought
some pretense to visit tneir aweuiug,
but fortune at length favored him. One
day, when the snow made the ground
so slippery as to be dangerous to an in
firm person, he saw Dame .Martha com
ing out of the church alone. He hasten
ed to offer tho assistance of his arm and
conducted her home. She invited him
to enter, for sho thought that only a
very worthy young man would bo so at
tentive to an aged dame.
Who was now happier than Willibald?
From this day he was one of Dame
Martha's most frequent visitors and was
always received with a welcome. In
process 01 time ne made ooici to lay
open his heart to the old woman and
ask permission to make love to her
granddaughter. "My dear young
friend," was her reply, "I have the
highest esteem for you and could wish
Ellen no better husband. I believe sho
loves you, too, but you havo not yet
sufficient for tho support of a wife.
Save from your wages a deceut sum,
say 30 goldpieces, for a beginning, then
come and rtceivo your bride with my
blessing."
Willibald was almost besido himself
with joy. He had now an object for la
bor and frugality, and he redoubled his
industry, laying by carefully all he
made.
About this time Dame Martha became
indisposed with a bad cough, and her
physician prescribed change of air; so
sho took a litle cottage in the suburbs,
about an hour's walk from the city.
Ono day, as Willibald approached the
house, Ellen came to meet him, weep
ing. She sobbed bitterly as he drew
near and exclaimed, "Ah, Willibald,
what a misfortune."
You know it then?" cried he with
faltering voice.
"What know what?" asked Ellen
quiokly and eagerly.
"That I have been robbed of my box
of money," answered the youth in a
tone of anguish.
"Alas," replied Ellen, "then misfor
tunes never come singly. Yesterday a
rich gentleman came to our cottage and
demanded my hand in marriage. His
naruo is Werner. He is a rich merchant
from Ulm. Even now ho is sitting in
tho room yonder with my grandma,
drinking wino and tellin? her of his
houses and lauds, while his servant,
who stands by the chimney, coufirms
everything ho says. But bo comforted,
dear Willibald. My graudma may say
what sho will; I will die rather than be
faithless to you."
Here Dame Martha came out of tho
houso and commanded Ellen to go in
directly. The poor girl was forced to
obey, and the old woman said to Willi
bald: "Young man, I came to say to
you that I think it best that you should
come no moro to my cottage. A rich
man is a suitor for my Ellen, and it is
my duty to do what is for her good. "
"Very good very good, Dame Mar
tha, " cried Willibald, half choking with
emotion. "I say nothing of your con
duct. If you choose to break an honest
fellow's heart and your own word also
'tis all the same to me."
And he hastened madly away.
Some hours must havo passed un
marked in tho indulgence of his grief,
for it was late when ho rose and tried
to find his way homeward. After wan
dering about some timo, without being
able to discovor tho road, he found that
he was in a churchyard. "Thero is tho
houso where tho people go to pray,'?
murmured the youth bitterly. "Havo I
not also prayed? Have I not kept my
soul from siu? Prayors will notgivo El-
leu back, olso would I pray aye, to tho
bad fiend himsolf and promise to be
his, so sho would be mine."
Scarce had the distracted youth utter
ed theso words when a sonnd of shrill
laughter noarly startled him. and. look
ing round, he Saw a fiirnra -whir-h hn
no difficulty in recognizing by the
woll known horns and cloven foot. "I
am here," cried he in hoarse tones, "at
your service and ready to do your bid
ding, asking only a small service in re
turn
Si
"What is that?" Willibald mustered
pourager to say, though ho trembled all
over.
"I havo a piece of work for you. I
will take you to a spot where lies bur-
led one of my subjeoB. You must make'
mo an iron railing round this grave,
and in reward I will give you your
bride."
"If you have nothing more to ask, I
am content," replied the young man.
"This is all, but it is a harder task
than you imagine. You have but one
hour to work. At 12 you must begin
and tho railing must be completed by
tho timo the clock strikes 1. If it-is
done, you aro free ; if not, you belong
to me forever."
Willibald pledged himself to the un
hallowed contract and followed the
fiend, who hobbled on till ho stood by a
new mane grave.
At the same instant Willibald saw
fire spring from the ground and caught
& glimpse of several bars of iron and the
tools of his trade. The clock struck 12,
and, starting, he betook himself to
work. So diligently did ho apply him
self that tho work grew rapidly under
his hand. A single screw only was
wanting when the clock was heard strik
ing 1, and Willibald fell to the ground
insensible.
When his senses returned, it was
morning, Jhe sun was shining brightly,
and he thought all that had passed a
wild dream.
Full of shame and repentance, Willi
bald hastened to" the church to pray for
the pardon of his dreadful sin. -His
heart was lighter after the prayer, but
he could not go home to work that-day,
and sadly he walked toward Dame Mar
tha's cottage.
Ellen came to meet him, as before,
and shed tears as she threw her arms
around his neck.
"This time, " she said, "they are tears
of joy. When you left so suddenly yes
terday, I came into the garden, where
I might weep undisturbed. I sat there
long after dusk, when, as I leaned my
head on the table yonder, a female fig-
ure approached me. She resembled my
dead mother and said: 'Weep not, my
child, but pray pray for your lover.
He is in very great danger. ' She vanish
ed before I could thank her, but I re
membered her words and prayed for you
all night long."
Tho young man shuddered, but raised
his eyes upward in thankfulness.
"Early this morning," continued the
damsel, "came Herr Werner. I went
out to meet him and told him J would
die rather than become his wife. He
was much vexed, but, without another
word, mounted his horse and rode away,
followed by his servant. My grandma
was angry, but my conscience told me
I did right, and now that you return to
mo in safety, Willibald, I am sure that
I have the blessing of heaven. "
And the young smith felt the same
assurance, when, a few days later, his
box of treasure was -restored to him by
his master's daughter, who, in a fit of
jealousy, had stolen it from him. Damo
Martha could no longer Yrthhold hoi
consent, but before Willibald daretl'ltt.
claim Ellen ns his bride he confessed
his great sin to the priest and submitted
to the penance enjoined upon him, and
this, of course, saved him.
The lovers were married and lived
happily, remembering their past trou
bles only as a warning against discon
tent and an act of submission to Provi
dence. Exchange.
The "Sistine Madonna."
Are all visitors to the Engadiue
aware, we wonder, that the proprietoi
of one of the hotels at St. Moritz Mr.
Caspar Badrutt is the happy possessoi
of an admirable replica or early copy ol
Baphael's most famous picture, -the
"Sistine Madonna?" We have said "a
replica or early copy," but Mr. Badrutt
himself boldly claims his as tho orig
inal workand the Dresden picture ai
tho copy. A handsomo folio, setting
forth his case and giving photogravures
of the two pictures, has recently been
published at Zurich. A complete his
tory, with many curions details, of the
St. Moritz picture is also given.
. It was originally in the possession oi
Alfonso, duke of Ferrara, and wai
bought by Mr. Badrutt's fath.ee from a
house in Keggio, in the Emilia. -In 1881
he sent it to Herr Sesar, in Augsburg,
to be restored, and it ig now for th
most part in good condition. Mr. Ba
drutt bases his claim for this as thi
original on certain doubts and difficul
ties about the Dresden picture which
have alway3 exercised the art historians.
Vasari's - account, it is urged, is so in
accurate in many ways that it may b
wrong in all. How were flic obscure
monks of San Sisto, in a small towr
liko Placenza, able to secure a great
masterpiece by Raphael at the verj
height of his fame? Why did Raphael
paint it (alono among his works) or
canvas and ou coarse cauvas, too, with
two cross seams? Mr. Badrutt claimi
that Duke Alfonso was a more likelj
purchaser, and that ho commissioned
the work as a processional banner to' bt
carried in tho coronation procession oJ
Pope Leo X.
And his the St. Moritz picture i
painted on one piece of the finest and
strongest damask linen. All this is some-
what in tho air, and uuless or until fur
ther documents aro discovered tho rela
tive position of the two works must be
decided by internal evidence, and, tried
by this evidence, wo doubt if the Dres
den "Madonna" has anything to fear.
Loudon News.
Portraits on Pipes.
The portrait pipo is a fad with cer
tain wealthy young men. One of the
most beautiful is owned by a- well
known peer, who was married to ac
American beauty a few years ago. Ht
wished to have a pipe made bearing the
likeness of his wife nnd left sevoral
photographs and a statuette of the lady
with the carver.
A mouth later he received the pipe
and a bill forJ60. A numborof pieces
of meerschaum had beeu tried, only tc
prove defective, and the last phjcei
which measured 8 inches high, 7 broad
and 12 deep, was reduced to a pipe 8
inches high and 2 inches at its widest
part. When completed, the - pipe-iiad
passed through the hands of 27 workv
men. Pearson's Weekly.
Appreciated Scotch.
A well known learned judge, who
was a keen politician before his promo
tion to tho bench, went flnwn tviwin
yet a plain Q. C. to help tho Liberal
candidate for a Scotch borough. He be
gan a speech with a Scotch story ; but,
failing in giving tho "awecent" with
duo emphasis, tho story fell flat, and tho
audience began to murmur. Tho prac
ticed orator changed his key aud .re
sumed in his natural and stentorian
voice, "Gentlemen, I do not speak
Scotch, but I vote Scotch." Tremen
dous applause followed, whereupon our,'
Q. O. proceeded, no doubt very repre
hensibly, "and I often drink Scotch.""'
After this he was the unquestioned idol
of the hour. Household Words.
To change one's nationality in Russia
is not at the command of every purse, '
Tho first condition is that you shonld be
ft landowner for five years at the short?
est, and that during the whole of that
period you should have resided upon
your property in that country. Thenext
condition is that you should fake tho
oath of allegiance to the czar.
When an Englishman becomes a nafc-
ralized Norwegian, his wife and chil-