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THE DAILY IlKllALl), PLATTSMOUTH, NEBRASKA, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 1SS7.
My nrlrncu Hictul, my nuMc-at woman friend
(Now burled in i. a Eij(IIhIi jfrae ami thlt a
memory leaf for her (iinr nuke-),
EndivJ our talk "Tlio hiiiti, ev.in-lu.!inf ail we
know of oM r niixJi-ra le-ainlu, luiuitioiu
Of nil i iilnijlM-of all AMnjbuiiiy of EveJIu-
liuns. Mi l.i'lihl m all,
thnt tveiill me onwnril, onivard, KM--iiiiKlovv-
ly, mirt-!y iH-lu-riiij.;,
Ijfe, Iifi; uu i-iiill" mm march. in einlle-ui nrmy
(no luiit, I. ut it is fluty over).
The world, tin- r.i'n. Hid Koul --in kjiuco und time
All bound hh ii l fitting each- all juin-ly Koinjt
Vt'ult Whitman in I.ippiiu-otl's.
It wus t nt ly morning. Tho Jun miii hnl
rot long ri:-i n:id was flittering ou t he luw
that spiiii;;l("l I he lm-ailow irnss with ilia
memeLs. The air, swii t a:iI fresh, had still it
moisture in it, !ut Ixiro on it tho tu:r:it of
moss und liny, ami K:rlnpsf ln.n tlmyi r.-i.
A young lady '.landing at tho gnto into u
largo iin-;:!'iv ir: haled the. soft breeze with
rapture, t,-.i' a.knowlelgl mentally that
her unusual r.-ti ly rising hail In-stowed on her
u K;r-.it a.i-1 iiovi I pleasure. The meadow
into w hi -ii sin- wis gazing v.w-; of wimocx-ti-iif
, u-i v. i- have s.ii-1, ne.d was stmliliil with
fp-itiip nf c!i:i ( : i In neat h one of which
homo rows v.i i;: ! i'.;:!Ki,il ly a niaM awl
ill.. Tin' ttniUiM.iiil wus singing, anil her
Voiru t;oi!ivi'il e.-.-t and fn.-:;h in Ihestilhi'-vs,
though a. mom i-:,i nl'!-rwunl n lark snrang
upward..-: wiMi a l.i-ivt of melody that onco
wholly ongr-. ;.'l ?.l i.-s jH-nxir attention.
The young hi :;-'. f- i-- sho wus-had
travrlgy in lovely lu:'!s, and wriiiuiist of thu
v.oad'. rs of n.-tt iii-i! and f Jv.iropi-an art, but
"su-h a sacred and home f- II l. li;dit"' as she
cx; rt itjiM I now was at nii'-i? new to her und
delightful. Never h.fire in her twenty years
cf life ha I sho ri e n a', dawn, elresse-il with
iut uii:.taiieot and gone forth alone; nyc,
f veil ln viiii'l (he pari: gr.tes. T1:j inhe ritor
jf great '.vc:iKh, 'he had I iron left im orphan
in li-.-r childhood, and had been brought i
y mi iii::t wiio wi:;o!d fa.shioiiil and ron
ventional. a;id had l.i-jit her niero in a strict
and Nioiioloiio-is i-- 1 1 ; i- of daily life.
Thn-i Mary l-n:-i! l.ad U-r troubles, jictted
find rori-.iil. ivd a.; she was. Jh-r aunt's teinjx-r
vas cTo- i and trying, her modo of lifu j.iri:u
T!ii.n who Knew i;ll about Mary Penzil's
lunue woiidend that :;!ie ltd not marry,
it it t:w o)'!y i' , t away from tiio
rostraints ln-r miardian imposed on her; but
th.-ro v.;ts n tlt-tit!i of fetrliiii; and ronianco
in tho girl's heart, r.nd :.ho had not yet met
n whom i-Iie onld love, or i-ven quito trust;
for, that t.iie would le sm'.'lit for her wealth
had been early i:njires.-rt! on her, and sho
dicadel beiii m:;rricil only for her money
more than sho rotiid liave expressed. l!ut
her Hunt IkuI laM..i-:y nre.l t!" nit of a man
of e;reat v.-.aliii ini-.i position, i.nd Jlury,
nearly half p. r.-u.ided r.r;d liulf worried into
compliance, had pa.si-d a disturbed'and r.?st-l-.-s.
niht, trying to make up her mind, und
h:ul finally ri.-x-n at. iLiwn, and gone ont (in
d(-fiaue( of al! ruivss to l;r J. how well nrituiv
can sootho and e.di.i her ehi'dren. Sho had
len tempti'd ..!. - 1. 1 Ic-ivo the park for the
jiruvfuies of the ii.eno farm, where her old
nurse had been i-..tab!i.Jhed wj:h her son a.s
lailiJT and her dau!:'. r as dairymaid; the
il;iiightr leine; iliss Iieiizil's foster sister and
'I will have a 'Inss of thj new milk," Mi.i
T)onzil di'ti-rmined, as the lark's son pmilii
nllv Moteil away. '".Mary will bo sarprised
.xnl siie n; -!r t tiie jato and proeocdei!
across tho i::ea do jiaiisiispj oecosioiiully to
listen to the t'.i-taat sons of tho lark,
cr to a fiir.t's ::oto from thy tree,
or to watch a splendid admiral but
terfly's fih;ht from tho lout;hs to the
pra-ss anion-- the wild lio-.vers, her trouble
and iinhvi.-.ioii e:it in ly forgotten. She was
a frood. emlxulinii :;t of .-; rin herself, hxiking
even youn'-r than her rel age, and with a
fresh bUHrulMg e'-mjl?skt and abtmdaut
golden hair, a pi'tta::t little noso and rose
bud mouth, f:i:r and -swet and smiling,
though by no menus a beauty.
Tho milki!-:id. as sot:i ns tho rustling of
the lady's ilri:; t hrough the r,-;iss caught her
enr, hxked up froi'i the rido of the cow
against which :: k'.'.-.d rented, and seeing
Miss Denitil riv:o in sii'-h surprise that s.h?
nearly up.-t her milk pai!.
"Well, 31ary," siiil tiio yonng Lady, ';you
seem very hajiiy over 3-our task. Can yo:i
give me a eup o! lallk.'''
"I haven't a cup, Mis Denzil," said the
girl; '"l ilt Jim" turnmg to .-. boy who wa
milking ur.o'.'n:".- ou- j-car lwr "shall run t
the farm a:..! ge one."
Ml Deis:-::! i:- k-d r-'ser.t and Jim ran cfT.
Tha young ladj
, .ivg the milking stool,
tlu ;. - ;!.--;. and takip.g off h- !
sank ii i"n 0:1
hat lot tb.e -oi't In c play in her b-eautiful
fair hair, sayirig, with a sigh, of plor-.sure:
'How chli.:: :-i tho e.'.i-iy i:;ornitig is!
How hay.py yoa tmt.-.r he, Tary, in the?;
sweet liu-adows, v.-.'-.h those gentle creatures,
nr.d with your iii.I.'.igeut, loving mother.
Yon have no c -.:s, i doubts, no fears fc-r
th" future. Till me, ere you not perfectly
"Lk: ?Jis D:'::f.!1," s.aii Mary, with wide
open eyes, "there isn't anybody that hasn't
got something to fret alvjut, except perhaps
a grand lady like yourself."
"Oh. Mary, riches do not give happiness!
Hut tell me, what troubles have you? I dare
say whra your mother lived at the hall and
yo i were wit.ii your aunt at Woolwich., you
were not juite comfortable; but now in
such a pretty home and with dear nurse
.Mary, teli ::w whut can trouble 3-011."
Mary colored and hung her head. "Well,
ma'am," siie said, "I am troubled because I
can't write to my young i;imi."
'Your young man! I did not know you
had one. Who is he, arA where is hof asked
the heiress. "Nurse i.over told me of it."'
"No, ma'am; mother don't like me to
mnrr" a soldier. But he'll soon Ik ab!o to
e;et his iiis-.l;arge, and we can wait. Only,
he's in India, aud I can't write to him."
"Win-not? D oes nurse forbid it;"'
"Oh, "no. lua'ma. Hut I can't write. Aunt
made me take care of her children, and I had
very little schooling. To be sure, Cousin
Martha vrites for me, Lut that ain't pleas
tut." We!I, M.ary," said the young lady, "I will
trv to hel: you. You shall come every morn
ing fr an hour to tho luill, and I will teach
you to write."
M.irv was v.arm in her thanks. "For,"
tin :fde:l i:aively, "I lo.i"t like Martha's
writing to l.i.11. She was setting her cap at
him ln-fore he v.;:t, and I do.i't know what
ehe may siy to hini in my letters."
Mis lVnzil siuiie-l at the incipient jealousy.
"I will lis your amanuensis, then," she said
"Ma'am:" l:okk:g pu7j:leiL
"I mum that I will write for you until you
Can write, for yourself."
Mar'"3 fa-e teamed, and she was still
rtammeriug her thanks when Jim reapja-ared
w :th a glass, and she hastened to prejs tho
v:uau fresh milk into it.
Miss Den.il, after sho had drunk it,
iw, and bidding the girl come to her
Br!y next morning, took her way back to
tin haU, smiling to herseli as sho thought ct
. rlting loo ktUrs, as iroxy for a in-uoaat
girl, to a distant private in her majesty' ncr-
How littlo i.he thought what would como
of it I
Sho wan rather pleaded at 4 he idea of t be
oil ice sho had taken on herself; it would
inakft her useful, mid kIim had long felt tho
purposelessness of her daily life as well as itd
Mury made her appearunco nt tho hall tho
next inorning with duo fiunetualit', and
found MIs Iieii.il ready for her in that young
Judy's pleasant room. Sho (Mary Denzilj va
st-altd at 11 table placed near an ojen win
dow, through which tli-' morning sun glinted
"Well, Mary," sho said, as the girl curt
seyed, "1 had that the Indian mail goes to
morrow; we had lctt r take part of our
thu; today for tho l-llr writing. (Set a
chair anil sit by me. That is right; now tell
me what I um to say to . What is his
".lack I'arker, Miss Denzil."
"Very vell; I have written, 'Dearest
Jack;' now tell me what to suy next."
Hut Mury uppeared to liud it as difficult to
employ an i'.rtiai:uen-,i:i t s I hildsmith did. Sho
twisted tier lingers, coughed, and linally sug
gested: "1 hope you are well, as this leaves
me at 1 resent.1' Then sho camo to a stand
still. "Won't you U-ll him how you miss him?"
suggested Miss Den.il, after faithfully re
cording this co;iiij;ciiecnieilt.
Mary eagerly assented.
And then Miss Den.il, taking tho matter
into her own hands entirely, wrote. a charm
ingly teiide.-r but simple and mexhst love letr
tor. And, inspired by the memory of her
ycslcruay'se arly stroll, she added an necemnt
eif Ilary's present, home, and a picture (in
words) of the lovely sunrise, of tho preen
fresh lno.adow, of th! lurk's wing und the
breath of llowe-rs and green leaves, anil,
ulie-vu all, of the ciw.laeiss of "tloar Kng
land," asking him if he did not long to return
to his own land; and adding that a friend
meant soon to bring him home.
Sho read it aloud to Mary, who was de
lighted and grateful.
"Jack wiil Ijc pleased,"' sho said. "But, oh,
MKs Denzil, how pretty that was about tho
ine-adows. I never lie.tieoel or 'knew how
pretty it all looked till yon read aoout it."
"Ho morn observant, then," said her
teae-her, "and you will find subjects for your
ne-st lette r. Now wo will try writing."
Hut tho less. n sorely taxe d tho young lady's
patience. Mary's stilt' fingers and awkward
position seemed uiiconepie! al io, and her at
tempt. at copying were dreadr'ul. But Miss
Denzil pea-sovered, and submitted to the
lrudgcry of the lessons with tho greatest
good huinejr, though sho saw that tho pros
pect ef being relicveil from her self imposed
dutie s ejf amanuensis was very distant indexed.
By imd by the answer to tho letter came,
and Mary took it to Miss Denzil to lo read to
her. Tho young Lady gazeil with extremes
surprise at aa admirable specimen of excel
lent j -en mans hi p. "Jack"' was evidently well
ediieateel. And ad she read the simple, manly,
but we-11 cxpiessed letter her ititonishmeut
increased. Jack first iissurod his love of his
perfeet health indeed tho epistle began
nearly m h- r own words and then went on
te U ii her of his leve and oonstaiuvy.
"Who." ho wre)te, "woulel not lovo such o
prt.'tly village maiden, who knejws, too, how
to apireeinto the sweet fresh loveliness of our
own dear land, mid wiio can draw such a
charming word picture of it."
And then he (in turn) gave an animated
picture of Iudiau life of tho hot, glaring
day; of the noisy night, disturbed by the
crie s of jackals, the tom-toming of natives in
the near village, the hiss of snakes, the
strange snoring ef an insect; all so well de
scribed that the young lady was nearly as
much interested as the village girl.
Mary," sho said, as sho finished reading
the letter, "your Jack is a very clever young
fellow too e-lever to he a private. "We must
buy his disehargea::d got him back for you."
Mary flushed crimson, and was about to
speak, but checked h: rscif. and the'ii thanked
?.liss Denzil earne-stly but awkwardly, while
The latter returned tho letter with a secret,
pity for the man who, though ho might Ik of
the girl's station, was mentally so immeasur
ably above her.
This ceiiTOSondencv wont on with great
regularity for some months; one mail only be
ing misseel, iluring the London season.
And then came the Afgb.au treachery and
war, and the private's letter's grew more and
nure animated as he dese rilxxl to Mary the
exciting secies through which ho was
passing; his words were as rx-drit stirring
as a trumpet call, and Miss Denzil
wondered more and more at this astonishing
private. She looked forward as eagerly as
Mary for his letters, and her own took more
of a natural tone when sho answered him.
She wondered herself sometimes at the new
interest h;r oiiiee as iimuuueusis threw into
he r liTe.
At last, however, camo Sir Frederick
Roberis' wonderful mnrch from Cabul to
Canelahar, and then, r.fttr a long interval, in
which lioth girls were really anxious for
Jack Parker's safety, there came another let
ter. But what elid it mean?
It was a badly scrawled, ill spelt missive
and sir-ied thus: "John Parker X his mark."
"Why, Mary, whr.t eloes it moan?'1 eiues
tiiTicd her astonished timanuo:isis.
?Iary ltogim to cry.
"Oh, please, forgive me, ma'am," she
sobbed, "for letting j"ou think that Jack was
such a good scholar. But you said you said
that Jack was too clever te" be a private,
and that you must buy his ilischargo because
he wrote? such good letters; and so I was
afraid, if I told you he could not write, I
should be ruining poor Jack."
"But to whom, then, have I been writing?"
asked Miss Danzil, flushing.
"Why to hn.k, ma'am, of course," was th
"Who wrcio for Jack, then:" asked Miss
"His captain, tna'ar; Capt. Ovrcn. Jack's
his servant, auel he's very fond of him, and
he's written for Jack ever since they Landed
in India. Jack said in his very first letter
that it was tho captain that was so kind."
There was a moment's pause, then Mary
"D.xj Capt. Owen know who has been
WTitiug for you?"
"La, no, ma'am," replied the girl. "You
revcr told Jack 3-ou wrete for me, 3-on re
member, lie thinks, mest like, that it's Miss
Lon.r.x, the rector's daughter, that writes
"cm: f"r she elid say that she would; but she
married and went away. Oh, please, ma'am"'
glancing timidly at the open letter in the
young lady's hand "what do the letter
Miss Denzil, who hail been thinking for a
minute or two, at once began to reael the let
ter. It wa written by Jack's comraele, Tom
Andrews (the writer explained), Ix-e'auso
Jack was badly wouneleel, and the captain
also. But we will give the sense, not the
somewhat confused words of the epistle:
,Oa the march, in ore of the narrow
ravines of the Afghan hills, the rearguorel
had been suddenly attacked one night by the
hillsmeu from an ambush. But tho enemy
was soon driven off--"of course," wrote thr
soldier. Unluckily, however, poor Jack fell
i.t tho beginning of tho attack, and his ab
sence was not known for an hour or two.
Then, when his captain found that ho was
mining, the young officer rode back alouo in
icsch of him; "but he didn't brias tho poor
chap in himself," wrote Tom. "There was
Afghans u hiding among tho rocks, and one
on 'em took a pot shot at tho cap'en, and
brought him down. Luckily a lot of our fel
lows had folktwcil him as wmn pretty near as
he'd btarte-el, and they brought iu tho two on
'em all right."
"But Jack could not write yet," ho pro
ceeeli'el, "und the cap'en was awful bail, and
we're all deiwu alwiut him," added Tom; "for
he's a man any one would die for."
Miry Diaizil's voice wan seare-e-ly steady as
she re-ud the-so woreLs. Sho had a mick iinng
ination, and there rose be-fore her a men
tal picture of tho lonely mil ride in
tho mevonli-rht. and t lu wemr.ded mun
left amidst tho ele-uel Afghans and English
and then the hurried tramp eif a horse, the
urriva! of the brave ollie.-er te re-se-uo his
man, and his falling a moment afte rword 1m
ncath the; shot ef the hidden assassin.
"Your Jack's captain is a here, Mary," she
said; "h ile:Je-rves a Victoria cross."
But Mary was crying bitterly; he-r thoughts
were all with joer wouneleel Jack; she could
not spare as yet any admiration for his olli
or. J.Inrj' Denzil did her liest to eonsolo her
t:oor feste-r sister, representing to her that
I'arker was jirobably now epjitej well, and
1 hat if he eliel not get strong soon ho wemld
bo mvahde-d, and then that he need never
leave her again.
"Kor we will buy him out," she promises!.
By elegrue;s Mary was e-oniforted and e'om-pese-d,
and then Miss Den.il epii'stioneel her
ineiro about tho ejilicer, whoso courage and
humanity hael t harnied her. Mary had sevn
him at Weolwich when his regiment had Imjcii
epiartered there, a!id she had first knewn
Jack; and sho said that he was "grand lxk
ing," and that his name was Owen. All his
men loved him, he was se) gee)el. And
Miss Denzil conjurerl up in her mind's
eye a. stately middlo aged gentleman,
a born ruler anel great soldier: anel it
must be confessed that she very often
thought of Capt. Owen from that time, and
was not a little rejoie-ed when Jack's frienei
Tom infomie:d them that Jack was well and
"the cap'en" eut of danger.
By anil by, when all was over and some of
the troops had returned to England amongst
the in was Jack's regiment Miss Denzil was
gratified by seeing that tho queen had con
ferred the Victoria cross on Capt. Richard
Owen for his valor anil humanity in return
ing alone to rescue a fallen comraele.
Mary Deaizil at once employed a young
relative she had in the war office to purchase
Jack Parker's discharge, and likewise charged
her kinsman to give him some money from
her and to send him elown to the home farm
at onco, where she meant to see if she couid
give him employment and to marry him to
Mary. Yet us she sent the letter she thought
with regret that henceforward sho should
hear no more from er of Capt. Owen.
One inorning, about a month after writ
ing to her cousin, the j'oung lady received a
li ttor from him, telling her that Parker was
eiischarged, but had begged him to tell her
that ho could not yet visit tho homo farm, as
liis captain was still ill from his wound anel
he did not like to leave him in lodgings all
"Wo need scarcely say that the soldier's af
fectionate fidelity greatly recommended him
to tho young heiress, and Mary was delighted
at the praise sho bestowed upon him.
Tho days went on. The harvest was golden
in tho laud that secouel summer sinco Miss
Denzil commenced her duties as amanuensis,
and she was on her way to tho home farm to
ask Mary if she hail hoard yet from Parker.
The farm house door was oj;en. She
walked in anel went to the little parlor whore
Mary was often to bo found at this hour (the
afternoon) at work.
To her surprise, as sho enteral it sho be
held a tall, palo young man evidently a
gentleman lying on tho couch smoking a
He sprang up when ho saw her, and re
moved tho cigarette from his lips.
"I I camo to find Mary Price," said Miss
Denzil, a little embarrassed. Could he be
Capt. Owen, she wonderejel; if so, he was not
at all like her ideal.
"Mary Price," ho replied gravely, "is gone
out with her young man, John Parker, and
will not be back just yet, I am afraid."
Denzil ; "then am I spec
ingto C.int. Owen"
"I am Dick Owen," he said. "May I ask
if I have the honor of addressing Miss Lo
maxf "No," she said; "Miss Lomax is married
and has lft the place."
"Married!" he exclaimed, in a tone of in
tcr.pe disappointment. "I'm awfully sorry
"Indo.l! Was she a friend of yours?"
"I-'he was and she wasn't. I never saw her
in my life, but I fell in love with her through
tho post, and I came here fully resolvedjto
marry her nryself."
Mary Denzil Laughed gleefully.
"I am sorrv that you should have arrived
too late," she said, "for falling in love
through the post is rather a novel idea.
Why elidn't you projiose by means of the
"I wish I had by electric telegraph," he
said, echoing her Laugh; "but I kept hoping
to get down here, aud was never well enough
till now. .The fact is. Miss Lomax wrote such
charming letters to my soldier servant
don't look so shocked, pray, she was only
deputy and amanuensis for his sweetheart
that I lost my heart to her at once, and really
I did hope"'
"That the lady hal returned tho compli
ment?' she askeel, coloring. He was too ab
surd for anj'thing, she thought.
"Well, j-ou know, they were very pretty
love letters, and sonnet imes erne was apt to
forget Jack," he said, comically. "Parker
told me that it was Miss Lomax wrote the
letters, and that she was the rector's daugh
ter hero; so, when theeloctoronlercd country
air I came to her village alas ! too late !"
"I feel for your disappointed hopes," said
his laughing auditor; "but as they were so
very dream like I elare say you will recover
from the shock."
"But," he said, with suelden earnestness,
"I am really sorry! I read the heart and the
miud of that girl in a manner one seldom
can, anel 1 honestly and truly admired her."
Miss Denzil blushed crimson; the situation
was growing embarrassing.
"Well." she said, still speaking lightly,
"the lady ought to bo flattered. Are you
going to make any stay hcref
"Yes: I have taken rooms at the little
village inn, and shall stay a week or so, I
think, ia spite of my disappointment."
"I hope the air may elo you good and re
store yi.iur strength," said Miss Denzil, cour
teously. "CSood morning, Capt. Owen."
And she hurrieel away, thankful that she
had told Mary not to let any one know (not
ven Jack) that she had written her letters
Oa her arrival at home she maele her
rather grim aunt laugh by her story of l e
eccentric Capt. Owen's matrimonial inten
tions toward Miss Lomax, and Mrs. Cell de
cided that, as a hero, a V. C, and "a charac
ter," sho would write to Capt. Owen to in
vite him to dinner.
Tho invitation was accepted, and Capt.
Owen, frank and light hearted hero as he
ws, enlivened the old hall considerably.
anel proving to le the non of an old frienei of
Mrs. BoH'b, won at once her liking and favor.
His week's stay in tho village was pro
longcel considerably, but ho eoii exchanged,
his rooms at the inn for uuo ut the rce-Ury,
Mr. Lomax having taken u great fune-y to
him; and then (his funny lovo story am lift
ing the ive-tor greatly) Lin suspicions were
directed by him rightly teward his unknown
oorre'sjKirtde'nt. It chauceel that the very
morning he hud 1kcii set enlightened ho met
Miss Den.il in the pLrk. Ho joined her, as
was his wont, and they walke.il on tegether.
But Kichanl Owen was no longer in his usual
high spirits, and after a while; his companion
askeel anxiously if ho waj still suffering from
"No," he said, rather sadly, "my wound is
healed, but I um horribly itshamed of myself.
I should like to know what you thought ef
my disgruce-ful lujnsensc about Miss Leuuax."
"What I thought? Well, I thought it
rather a good joke-,' she said, blushing.
"A joke only! Jf you had let;u Miss Lo
max, should I have had a e-hane-ef" eagerly.
"I can't really tell what I might have done
or said if I hud been Miss Iunux," she un-sweri-d,
a little iwrveiusly.
'Ah! Miss Denzil, it was not a joke on
my part at all; I vowed that my corre
s;io!:dent should Im my wife if pessible; at
least, that I would ask her. But in.ste-ad of
tho peor rector's daughter I find her an
heiress, and she might think mo a fortune;
hunter if I told her of my resolution. What
can I do?"
Miso Den.il's e-yr:; wore on the ground and
her che-e ks blushing, but she said softly:
Anel ho eibeyed.
They walked hack to tho hall sometime
afterward to tell Mrs. Bell that tho hitherto
unwiniuiblo heiress had plighted hand and
heart to tho young soldier.
"That half je-st was, --(Vr all, tho wi.T-st
thing I over uttered,'' said 1 'apt. Owe n; "for
unli:;.-; I had told you of my sincere admira
tion lefore I knew who you were, I should
never have had courage to hint at my love
for v-ou, Maiy."
"I thought you the most absurd jierson I
hael ever seen," said M.ary, laughing; "and
3-et and yet I was pleased, for I saw you
le.ally meant that you liked me."
They were married a few mouths after
ward. Mary Pri-o and John Parker had leon
settle-d already iu a cottage 0:1 the estate, and
Miss D.mzil had taken care to provide for
he r humble friends, for wither.it them, as she
used to say, she and her gallant husband
would never havo met.
"And y et," she would r.ild, "when wo un
dertook the correspondene-e of those peor
lovers, who could over havo thought what
would como of it;" L. Valentine in Home
An Interest iii; Isyciilegirul Sluely.
Nowadnjo it is such an honor to kill a
buffalo that whenever a cowlioy sees
ono ho chases it in order to bo able to say
that ho has "chased bu!Va!o." and if he possi
bly can ho shoots it to eleath in onlor that he
may carry back to his camp five pounds of
lean buffalo hump end havo his name go
thundering down the cgej. It would be an
iurerc-ting psychological study to determine
the exact workings c f iho mind Of a man
who is capable of dolihoratsly slaying a noble
anim:.l, in tho full knowledge that ho can
make no earthly use ef it, but must leave its
magnificent skin, it3 beautiful head and
several hundred iouuds of ibio flesh to tho
miserable coyotes and the destroying elc
ineuts. If such an act is not deliberate mur
tler, in heaven's name what is it i And yet
t here are hundreds of intelligent men who
con 1I0 such things, and others wiio can even
kill half u dozen tuskless elephants in one
forenoon and call it ."snort." William T
Iloi-uaday in The Cosmonolitan.
A Colored Girl's Xarae.
A friend in the south asked a negro girl
"Matilda," was the answer.
"But that isn't your only name," said the
Thus encouraged the girl glibly reel tel.
"Matilela Malvhia Minerva Virginia Victoria
Jane." (Here mv memory fails me, for mv
frieitd reported the entire number of namc-s
ar. i ;.:..) At too end of her recitation I hn
gill said proi:iiy:
"'!y grandmother named mo."
"r.;:t haven't 3"rJ nnv more names than
that.'" asked her mischievous intorroeatnr
Coas.-ious of having made u f-ir sho.vinr.
the girl uw.; puzzled to answer so umr-aial a
que-.: ion. At last she'said, slowly:
"My grandmother died." Boston Tran
Father (fa Xew Craze.
Conductor ShcMo.u. on the Susmiehannn
division, is the father of a new craze. He has
a neat little book kept especially for the punch
marks of his conductor f rionels. He has over
100 now, all dijTc-rent, and many of the marks
are unique. ihey range from the perfect
circle, the crescent, the heart and other wed
known symbols to birds, rare crosses and
moro iut ricate figures. Whenever Mr. Shel
don moots a railroad conductor he passes the
courtesies of tho day with him and then
draws cut his little book. It is eiuite a curios-
it v. Albany J ournal. '
Iilanket Slill in Africa.
A blanket mill, the first on the African
continent, has just been opened at Cajietown,
worked by Kaffir pirid who receive twenty-
four cents a eiay. The report eif the Kaiping
coliiery in north China, made by Kvor.g
Yunjr Wang, gives twenty cents as tho daily
pay of engine men, fifteen cents for miners,
and thirteen cents for door alid switch boys.
The cotton and jute mills of Bombay pay
their operatives from ten to twelve cents a
day. Chicago Herald.
A One Armed Uroom Iee'.;ller.
r'tejihen McCabo, a New York broom
Ilo dler, is the Capt. Cuttle of his da v.
wears an iron hook in lieu of a missing arm,
with which, he says, he can thread a needle,
write his name, or carry one end of a pack
ing box or trunk. "When I want to write,''
he says, "I unscrew the hook and put my
pencil in the hole. To thread a ncedle 1 put
a cork in the holo and needle in the cork. I
thread tho needle with the other hand."
Safe Car Couplers.
It is probable that in tho next twelve
mojiths safe automatic couplers will bo sub
stituted fer the perilous "link and pin"' on
many roads, and that the mortality caused
by the use of the link and pin will be reduced.
About 4o0 railroad employes are killed every
year in this country while using the old
coupler, anel more than 4,000 are severely in
jured. Chicago Herald.
Young Mr. Waldo Do you look upon a
know ledge of Homer and Virgil as essential
to or.e's advancement, Miss Breezy ?
Miss Breezy Not necejssarily so, Mr. Wahlo.
Papa doesnt know one from the other, and
yet I suppose he handle's more lard than any
two men in Chicago. New York Sun.
The Duke of Westminster is brother-in-law
to his own daughter.
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