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9 Q I " i - ! - rz --rzzl ' THE ALLIANCE -INDEPENDENT. 7 glad to havo you along." "No, sho wont cither," pouted Carrie. "As if I would spoil all her fun! No; if I can't have an escort of my own I'll stay at homo and mend stockings; and I nover, never will speak to Capt Logan again. " Charlio Brown was on tho point of arguing the matter with his sister, when the door opened and in walked Fred. Jones. "Not gone yet, Carrie? Where is the captain?" i don't know," said Carrio, tartly, and I don't care. Am I Capt Logan's keeper?" Will you go with mo?" Yes, I will, n said Carrie, hor cyos lighting and shy smile dimpling hor face. Of course," said Fred., "I can't expect to mako myself as agrccablo as the city captain, but" The captain, the captain!" cried Carrie, a little irritably. -"I'm sick of tho sound of his name. I never want to see him again. What a nico new cutter this is, and how easy tho wolf robes aro'" Carrio," whispered Fred., as ho touched up tho horses and felt hor nestling close to! him, "is it for always P" "Yes, always," she answered. 'Jerusalem !" said Farmer Kendrick. It was past 10 o'clock at night, and the old gentleman had come out' as usual before retiring to rest, to sea that tho dumb members of his family wore all safe and comfortable. "I do believe that's old John Kendrick's ghost conio to lifo again, poundin' like all possessed on tho barn chamber floor!" "It's me-e! It's me-o!" bawled tho captain. "Unfasten the trap door and let me out!" Slowly the farmer lifted tho ladder to its place. With rheumatic awk wardness he climbed the creaking rounds and undid the hook from its hasp. "How in all creation came vou here?" he' domandod. "Whv. I thought you was out a-sleigh ridin' with tho gals. "It was all tho doincr of that vil lain, Sam!" gasped tho infuriated caD- taln, his teeth chattering with min gled rage and cold. "I won't stand this sort of thing. I'll leave the place to-morrow. " "As you please," said tho farmer. to whom tho prospect of losing his guest was not unpleasant. "I'm dreadful sorry this should have hap pened, though, and I'll ta,lk seriously to Sam." So will I," gnashed the captain. Til break every bone in his body." But Sam had taken particular care to go over to his grandmother's, six miles across tho snowy fields, to spend the night, and tho only person the captain saw was old Mrs. Ken drick sitting by the kitchen fire. "You've lost your chance, cap tain," said sho, good humoredly. "Dorcas Smith has just gone by on her way home from the sleighing party and she says Fred Jones brought Carrie Brown in his new cutter, and they're engaged." The captain left next day, and Mrs. Fred Jones has never seen him since. 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My life is full of seemed fruits, My garden blooms with stocks and cloves; Yet o'er the wall my fancy 6hcots, t And hankers alter harsher loves. Ah! why my foolish heart repines Was I not housed within a waste! These velvet flowers and syrup vines QAre 6weet, but are not to my tasto. A howling moor, a wattled hut, A piercing smoke of sodden peat, The savor of a russet nut, Would make my weary pulses beat. I) stupid brain that blindly swerves ! O heart that strives not, nor endures! Since flowers are hardships to your nerves, Thank heaven a garden-lot is yours! Edmund Gosse, in the Athenxnra. SAM'S STRATEGY. She was very pretty, this bright eyed New England damsel. Fred Jones had loved her ever since they wore children together, and Captain Logan, who had come down to spend a few weeks with his cousins, the Kendricks, had become so fond of thoso bright blue eyes and golden hair that he prolonged his visit. 'Ton my word, she's a regular beauy," said tho captain staring through the tiny window panes at the retreating figure ot Miss Brown. Fred Jones looked quickly up at him, as if he would have liked to knock him over in the fireplace, but he refrained from any such demonstra tion. "A beauty,1' went on the captain, "and it's a thousand pities sho should bo wasted on any of the country bumpkins who vegetate among these wildernesses. Sam, you young villain, are those boots of mine blacked yet?" Farmer Kendrick's hired boy, who had just come in to warm his purple hands at the merry red blaze, looked glum. ' 'No, they ain't," said Sara., crossly. "Well, what's tho reason?" "'Cause I ain't 'ad time." 'See you find time, then, and that quick, too," said th9 captain. And Sam glowered after him as ho went gaily up the stairs. "Just wish I had the firin' of him out," said the boy, gloomily. "It's Sam. do this,' and 'Sam. dotnat'and 'Sam., where's the warm water?' and Sam., what the deuce do you mean by lettin' my fire go out?' and not a red cent has he guv me yet no. nor so much as a pleasant word. I wonder if he means to stay here always." Tho next night came a perfect night lor sleighing expeditions and rustic love-making, tho roads hard and well packed and a glorious moon shining down whitely, as if a rain of silver were deluging the whole world. "Couldn't be bolter weather, " said the captain. "Sam., where are the sleigh-bells?" -Dunno, " said Sam. There's them old jinglers in the garret that used to belong to Deacon Joe Kendrick that was in tho Revolutionary war. and there's the two cow-bells that Mary Jane might scour up with ashe3 " "Pshaw!" said the Captain. "Do you take mo for Rip Van Winkle? There's a pretty little string some where, for I saw them when Mrs. Kendrick went out day before yester day." "I hain't been nothin' on 'em, " said Sam, stolidly. 'Come, come, Sara, don't mako yourself out any stupider than you be by nature," said the farmer, laughing nevertheless, for the captain's airs were fast wearing oat his welcome, and ho secre'ly sympathized with the much abused Sam. , "I guess they're out in the bara chamber. You better go with him, captain, if you expect to find 'em our Sam's dreadful thick-headed when he chooses to be." . 'Come along, my fine fellow," said the captain, collaring Sam, and march ing him off in the direction of the old rribarn. "Wo don't need any lan-. tern in this moonlight; that is one comfort" Where are the stairs?" demanded tho captain as they entered the barn. Ain't none," said Sam, "it's a lad der." Up with you, then," said Logan, but Sam shrunk back. "I wouldn't not for $50," said Sam. Old John Kendrick hanged himself from the middle beam fourteen years ago, and folks say ho stands up there with a rope round his neck every moonlight night." "Stuff and nonsense!' cried tho captain in accents of contempt "You cowardly lout slay where you are, then, and I'll go myself." Ho sprang lightly up tho rounds of tho ladder and disappeared through tho trap door, Where is it?" he called. -The ghost? Right under the mid dle beam by the windy was the placo where " "Blockhead! I mean the string of bells." "Look for 'em yourself," said Sam, 6ulkily. "1 don't know where they be, and what's more, I don't care." Til settle with you, my fine follow, when I come down," said the captain, threateningly, as he groped about in the dim light which came through a cobweb-draped window at oither end of the barn chamber. "Don't hurry yourself, cap'n," re joined Sam, in a jeering tono. As the captain plunged into a dark corner there was a jinglo and the string of bells suspended from a nail, hit him directly on the neck, so like the grasp of death-cold fingers that he could not but start "Oh!" said the captain nervously, "Here they are. Catch 'em Sam! Hallo! Where's the trap door?" And it took the worthy captain fully sixty seconds or moro to realize that the trap door was closed and fastened on the lower side. He rushed to the window and threw it up only to see Sam speeding up the hill. "Hal-lo-o-a!" yelled Capt Losran. "Come back, you scoundrel! you 11- conditioned lout! you imp of evil!" Sam turned around and executed that peculiar gyration of the fingers in connection with the nasal organ, which is supposed to express the ex tremity of scorn. "You'll find the ladder on tho barn floor, cap'n, " hooted this young rebel, "an' don't be afraid of the ghost; it's very harmless if you let it alone." "Rut, Sam Sam, comeback! I'm to bo at Mr. Brown's at 7:30. " "Don't worry!" bawled Sam. ' 'Miss Carrio won't wait long before Mr. Fred'll be on hand." The captain danced up and down on the floor in an ecstasy of rage as Sam. disappeared over the crest of the hill. He knew very well if he possessed the lungs of Boreas he could make no one hear. Ho sat shivering down on tho hay, starting nervously at tho sound of horses' feet below, and thinking how disagreeably a bar of moonlight which streamed down from a crack in the roof, resembled a tall, whito figure standing under tho center beam. He could almost fancy the rope round its neck. 1'shaw! And the captain jumped up again, with starting d&w on his temples, even in the freezing atmos phere of the barn chamber. "What is to bo done?" he asked himself. And echo, if echo had had any common sense, would have an swered: "Just notbmgat all!" Sam. had outwitted him. And pret ty Carrie and Fred Jones, with his red cutter and great- chestnut-colored horso! The captain was wild at the thought surely ho was vanquished. "I won't wait another minute for him," said Carrio Brown, coloring up, with the tears in her blue eyes. "Go on, girls, I shall spend the evening ac home." . 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