MERLE'S CRUSADE.
BY aoai ttuvvHtrir. taeit.
Author of" Bitrtira Hmtbnjtfr TrUil
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We had started by an early train, and
arrirad at Ketberton soon after four, 1
soew ws were to Im met at the station,
ud was Dot at all surprised wueo a fresh
colored, white-haired old Real Ionian
brandish! Ms stick a a token of wel
come to Joyes. I was quite mire tliat it
was Bqutrs Cherlton before Joyce clapped
tier hands and esclaitne ;1 -
"There's fran."
"Halloo, little one." he said, cheerily,
as she raa up to him with a J you face;
"so iron have Dot forgotten grandfather
Bless me, tod are not a bit like VI; you
have taken after Alick. So Mil la the boy,
nurse? Dear me! which la the uursr"
looking at me with rather a puzzled coun
teuance. "I am the nurse, air," I retnrued, quiet
ly, "and this Is Hannah."
"Hannah Sowerby, of course. Hless
m, 1 never forget a face never; I kuew
yours directly," as Ilaunali dropped a
countrified courtesy to the squire, "i haw
Michael the other day; he was looking
hale and hearty hale and hearty; That
come of hard work and temperute living,
Michael,' 1 aaid oh, we are both of an
rngn, old Michael and I, and I am hale ami
hearty, too. Ho this is my grandson; he
is a fine fellow; takes after VI, 1 should
say. Coma alonz, conn alou, there's
auntie waiting for us;" and, talking hull
to ns and half to himself, Mr. Cberitou
Jed us through the station. On the way,
iowever, we were Btopped twice; first, the
station-master was Interviewed and the
children introduced to him.
'My grandchildren, Drake," observed
the aqnire, proudly, twirling his gnld
headed stick as he spoke; then a burly
farmer Jofctled aKalnst the squire, mid
the two commenced observations on t tie
weather.
"Fine weather for the crops, Itoberts;
the oats look lively. These are my grand
children; fins boy that."
"Little girl looks rather peaky, squire;
wants bit of fattening."
"Kh, what? We'll fntten her, won't
we, Joyce?" pinching the child's thin
cheek. "Takes after her father, Allck
Morton. You can't find fault with my
grandson, Roberts. I hoe; never seen a
Oner child lu my life."
"Father, father," exclaimed fresh
young voice, "what aryou doing with
those children? Methuselah Is fretting
terribly to be off. Do be quick, pray."
"I am coming, Guy. Nop, then, a!! of
yon, tnovcon. Ta ta, Huberts. " And Mr.
Cherlton drove us out before hlni. Au
open barouche was wulting at the door,
and a young lady was on the box, trying
to hold in pair of thorough breds. When
she saw os she at once banded the ruins
to her father, and Jumped lightly to the
ground.
"Kiss me, you darlings," she said, coax
Ingly; "don't you know me yetr" as Joyce
bang back a little shyly. "1 am (Jay, the
little auntie, as yon nsed to call uie. How
do you do, Miss Kenton? yon see I know
your name. Hannah, I am glad to see
voa aaaln. There is plenty of room for
ns all; the boxes are going by omnibus.
Now, father, we are all ready;" and in An
other moment Methuselah and his mule
were on their homeward way,
MlasCheriton chattered all the time.
She was a pretty, dark-eyed girl, rather
piquant f In stylo, but not equal to her
beautiful sister, though 1 caught an ex
preasion that reminded me now and then
of my mistress. She struck me as very
fresh and uuconvenlloual, and she had s
lirluht. chlruy voice and mutinor that
must have bn very attractive to chil
dren. Joyce made friends with her at
ones, and even Iteffide wanted to go to
her, and received her caresses and com
pliments with unusual condescension.
"How wonderfully he has improved,
nurse Miss Kenton, I mean. My sister
told me he was a lovely boy, and so he Is.
Why, Rolf will look qnlte plain beside
him. What nicely behaved children they
seeml Poor Holt Is such a plague to us
nil"
"Don't yon love Rolf, auntie?" asked
Joyce, fixing her dark eyes ou Miss Cherl
ton's face.
The young aunt looked rather perplexed
. At this question.
"When Rolf Is good I love him, bnt uot
when he teases Fidgets, or frightens my
canaries: I do not love him a bit then. I
am always longing to box his ears, only
his mother would be so angry with mc.
Father dear, do muke Methnsclah go a
' little slower, Mr. Hawtry is trying to over
take us."
"Halloo. Rogerl" exclaimed the sqnlre,
In bis hearty voice, "you did not think to
pass Methuselah, did you, on that hack of
yours?" And the next moment a geutie
man, well mounted on a dark bay mare,
rodaUD. and entered into conversation
with Miss Cherlton. He threw search
lug glance round the carriage as be lifted
his bat, ana then lata ins nauu oa me car
riaoedoor.
"Oood-afternoon, squire; Methuselah
teems trifle fresh. Howls It J u are
not driving as usual, Miss Cherl tor? Bet'
ter employed. I suppose," with a ook at
Reggie. "So these are Allck Morion's
children, are they? The little girl looks
delicate. You must bring them out to
my place; Mrs. Cornish will give them
plenty of new milk. By the by, Isn't that
Hannah Boweroyf" auu as sue uiusneu
and looked pleased, "Why, I was over at
Wheeler's Farm this morning, and your
stater Molly was talking about you. (
wanted Matthew to come up to the lied
Farm for job he Is a handy fellow, that
brother of yours so, as I was waiting, I
had chat with Molly."
I looked aeross at Hannah, and saw how
tale kindly mention of her home pleased
her. It was sood-natured of Mr. Hawtry
t stogie bar out. and this little aet of
Christian charity prepossessed me la his
(Tar, He was not very young a little
are? thirty, 1 should have jndged-and
had a strong, sensible faoe, "not a maaa
without any meaning to It," as Aunt
Ajratka sometimes said, but a face that
seemed to reveal a sensible, downright
hamster.
I saw Mr. Hawtry look Id my direction
Me a little doubtfully. I dare say, being
Ms old trteod of the family, be thought It
rather odd that Miss Cherlton did not In
trodmce him to me, bnt Joyce toon en
lightened him.
. "Oh, onst do look at those pretty flow
era,' the called out, pulling my gown to
estssfeo my nttenttoa.
"Tea, Its them, dear I answered,
nlctlyi and then Reggi became restless
foltfWVrttoirttlome.soltoo: aim
in my arms, ant at tost moment the car
riage turned In at mm .i
Hind not leen able tn 1 llrtle milfh fif
tbe place. Mjsa t'heri ton's ( hatter had
engrossed me. I kuew we had driven
very fast through a pretty village, and
that we had turned oft down a count r?
road, and that was all. Once I f
I had caught a blue shimmer in the dist, j
auce turn must bare been the sea, but af
ter we bad turned into the lodge gates 1
Us)k no more notice of Miss Cheritou and
ber companion. I was far too curious
to see Marsh lauds, the borne where my
beloved Uilstre bad panned her child
hood. A short avenue brought us to the vm.
eled sweep before the hull door. A larze
snuny garden with terraces seemed to
stretch into a park-like meadow; in reality
iv Mun Kieo uy a wire lence, to keep iu
the sheep that were feeding between the
trees. Auold while pony was looking
across the feuce, attracted by the sound
of our horn's, a little Mat-k-nnd-tun ter
rier flew out on the steps liarkiiiii, und a
peacock, w ho was sprejulitig bis tuil on
the sun-dial, retres'ed in much disira-X.
sweeping his traiu of feuthers lielilud blr.j.
'Jackcgliate Fidgets," observed Miss
C'eriton, as the children o!apied their
imiiils at the gorgeous bird, ami theu Mr.
H.'iwtry dismounted aud lifted Joyce out
of the carriage.
1 stood for a moment with Hegisie in my
arms, sdiiiiring the old red-brick bouse.
with Its ivy-covered gables, before w
entered the wide, dark hall, aud IS wa
then that I distinctly beard Mr. Hawlr
say:
"Who is that youut lady?"
"Do you mean the children's nurse
Miss Kenton?" observed Miss Cheriton.
carelessly. "Oh, yes; Vi savs the is quit
a lady, and very nice, and" Here J
passed on quickly aud lost the rest, only
my foolish cheeks caught fire. Merle,
Merle, lie prudent; remember the Valley
of Humiliation. What does it matter, my
girl, what the world thinks? Kve wr.s r
tlairy-maid In Kden.
An old gray-headed butler had hurried
out to meet us. Miss Cherlton, who had
Joined ns after a minute or two, question
ed him at once.
"Is Mrs. Markham still out, Benson?"
"Ves, ma'am, and Master Kolf and Jud
son are with her, but 1 have taken tea Into
the morning room."
"Very well, Uensoii, f will he down
presently. Now, Miss Kenton, let me
show yen your quarters;" and she pre
ceded us up the dark old staircase, and
down a long narrow lobby, lighted with
small lozenged paue windows, and threw
open a door at the end of the passage
"This Is the old day nursery, and there
are two bedrooms communicating with It
Susan will bring up the children's tea di
rectly. Will you ring for anything you
want? I am sorry I cannot wait now, but
I must pour out ten for my father and
Mr. Hawtry. I will come up again by and
by." And she nodded pleasantly and ran
away.
I looked round the nursery approvingly.
It was such a charming, old-fashioned
room, rather low, perhaps, but with
brown wainscoting, aud a dark paneled
ceiling, and wooden window-seats, and
though the windows were small, they
were dellciously quaint, and they looked
out on the grass terrace and the sun-dial,
and there was the white pony grazing un
der tbe elms, and such a pretty peep ol
the park, as I supposed they culled it. An
old black-faced sheep came in sight; I
called Joyce to look at It, and eveu Reggie
clapped his dear little hands, and cried
out. "Ua ba, ba ba."
The bedrooms were Just as cozy and
old-fashioned as the nursery. The bed
where Joyce and I were tb sleep was hung
with curious blue chintz, and there wa
an oak wardrobe that looked black with
age, and curious prints in little black
frames hung round the walls. ltcggle
cot had chintz hanging too. The after
noon sunshine was flooding the room, a
I stood at the window a moment. I called
to Hannah to admire the view. We wer
at the back of the house; there was a
kitchen garden and fruit trees, then
came a deep, narrow lane und corn-field,
and beyond lay the sen; I could even
catch sight of a white sail very near the
shore.
I never saw Hununh go excited as she
was when she caught sight of that lane.
She thrust her head out of the window,
utmost overbalancing herself luherenger
ness,
"Why, miss," she exclaimed, "there it
Cherry Tree l.ane, and if wo could only
see round the corner but those pear-treef
shut it out we should see Wheeler's
Farm. Isu't it like belug at home?" her
voice trembling with emotion. "Directly
I had a taste of the salt air, and a glimpst
of Pqnire llawtry's corn-llclds, I felt al
most beside myself." And Indeed the
girl's honest Joy was good to witness, and
again, as 1 thought of those sisters crowd
lug out the attics of Wheeler's Kurui, I
could have found it In my heart to envy
Hannah.
When I had taken off the children'!
things we went back to the day nursery.
A freckle-faced couutrr girl was covering
the round table with all sorts of dainties-new-laid
eggs, fruit. Jam, aud honey
there seemed no end to the good things
She nodded to Hannah In a friendly way,
and asked after her health lu broad Sua
sex dialect.
"Do you know Susan?" I observed, In
some surprise, as I poured out some milk
for the thirsty children.
"She Is a neighbor's daughter," replied
Haunali, ns she waited on ua. "Susan
was never much to my tiiste, but w
learned our Bamplcrs together,- The Mill
linses are not our sort," she continued,
with manifest prldo. "Joseph Mulliut
is the village cobbler, but be Is none tor
steady, aud father uud Molly can't abids
him."
graclousncss. the yielding softness, that
mode my dear mistress so universally be
loved. (To be Continued,)
A Sprlngliold (O.) burg.'igu-linmtlcr
roughly Jostled un elderly gentleman
and bade him "got out of tho way."
The elderly man was the superintend
ent of the road, and when he turned
around tho baggage-man crawled be
hind a trunk aud kicked himself.
A Small Deer.
A remark able little anltiml bus Wn
added to tho London r.oo. It Is a deer,
though in size but a trifle Inrirvr than
a full-grow n cat. The ulovtrn hoofs
proclaim its Hisition In the mammalian
world beyond doubt, but It has no
bornt. In the main two long etinlne
teeth project from tbe umier lip. and
prliHM serve in Ihelr stead. ,
Llad Mortimer's Loye.
I often told Adam that our home on
toe Bald mountain was exactly like
living on a solitary island out at tea.
We were all turronded with floating
wreaths of fog, which looked for all
the world like white capped wavea.
For weeks at a time nobody came
near ua, but I do not mind. Tbe
doctors bad told Adam that tbe restora
tion of bit health depended on bit
living for a few years at this high alti
tude, and what tort of a sister should
I have been to let him stay alone In
the little brown cabin, where the
smoke from the charcoal pita ascended
night and day, as if the place were an
extinct volcano, and never had leftoff
belching fire and smoke?
We took turns. Adam and I, like a
Vigilance committee. I worked all
day in the little ttone-walled garden
trying to make the rose bushes and
hollyhocks believe they were down in
some sheltered valley, and singing
about my bttle odds and ends of house
work; and when the sunset died away
on Bald crag, and the whip-poor-wils
began to sing below us, Adam, who
had slept all day, sallied out to the
charcoal pits, to keep his lonely vigil
for we were poor people, and had to
earn our living as best we could.
And all went very smoothly until old
Uncle Pomp, the colored man, an
nounced his intention of abandoning
the charcoal business.
Ts gettin' old," said Uncle Pomp,
"an' I ain't neider a bald eagle nor yet
alizzard, to lib a top o'de mountain
no longer. It's too desprit lonesome
fur ole Pomp!"
"But think what it Is for us," rea
soned Adam.
"You's young folks," obstinately
uttered Uncle Pomp. "Tings is alto
gedder different wid yous."
So we were left alone, which made
matters pretty hard for Adam. No
body cared to come up Bald mountain
if they could possibly make a liveli
hood anywhere else.
But one evening, just as I was get
ting ready to take a chicken sandwich
and a pail of tea to the charcoal pit for
Adam's supper, a tall red-shirted man
came swinging up the stony path to
ward our gate.
"Heard you wanted help up this way,"
said he, taking off his cap and inclin
ing his head not ungracefully.
My heart leaped within me.
"Oh "said I "we dor
"What sort of work in it?" he said,
lookincr euriouslv around him. "There
o
don't seem to be much chance for farm
ing up here, and I haven't seen any
mill machinery nor shafts for ore."
"Tending the charcoal pit," I ex
plained- "Sit down and rest a little, and
I will show you where my brother is.
Will vou have a drink of tea and a
sandwich?"
He drank eagerly; he ate as if he had
not tasted food for a week. I watched
him the while. He was dark, strong
featured, sinster-looking, with a close
shaved-face, yet I felt no sentiment of
fear or aversion to him.
"Now," he said at last, "I .m ready.
He tended the Ores that night while
Adam slept.
"Can you board hira,Di ?" said Adam.
"Why not? He'd be a much pleas
anter boarder than Uncle Pomp, I'm
sure." said I. laughing. See those
beautiful red liilies he has transplanted
so carefully into my garden that they
havn't drooped a leaf I See the funny lit
tle turtle he brought from Black brook
for my aquarium. Oh, by the way, no
one has told me his name."
"It is rather an unusal one John
Smith," Adam answered."
'What brought him on top of Bald
mountain?"
"He was out of work, and heard
that I needed a hand up here. lie is
very bright and Intelligent and has
traveled a good deal. I rather like the
fellow."
John Smith remained a month with
us. He did a great deal more than his
share of the work.
"The squire Isn't over strong," he
said, nodding toward Adam, "and he
ought to be favored. He shall be, as
long as I am here."
It was in the spring of the year, and
John Smith helped me with my little
flower garden. He brought home rare
bird's eggs for my collection, he
evinced a knowledge of plants that
quite surprised me on one occasion
when we unexpectedly came across a
rare orchid In the woods.
"I should think you would be a good
gardner, John," said I.
"I was a gardner once. I had charge
of a house full of Jamaica ferns, and
looked after a forcing house for early
peaches that brought 81 apiece In
market"
"Why did you leave your place.',
"Oh, for a variety of reasons! Look
here, Diana! you've set this lily bulb
too far in the shade. Bring it forward
a little."
I colored a little. I felt that perhaps
I had asked an Impertinent question.
But after all, he did not teem offended,
because he worked long after dusk
making tbe border of wild violets for
my flower bed, so that the aewly trans
planted roots should get the benefit of
the coming shower that muttered along
the west.
It was the very next day that Ralph
Maddox cam up Bald mcmutaln and
asked me to marry him.
"Of course you said yer said Adam,
when he questioned me about it after
ward. "Of course I said no!'"
Adam opened his eyes very wide.
"Why, I thought you liked Kalph
Maddoxl" said he.
"One can't marry every man one likes,"
said I pettishly.
Hut we are poor, little sister, ana tne
Maddoxes have the finest house in the
village and it is a desolute sort of a
life for you to live up here on Bald
mountain."
"I never was so happy in my life as
I am on Bald mountain, now!" cried L
Adam whistled.
"There is no accounting for tastes,"
observed he.
I sung merrily over my work as I
got tea tliat evening the simple tea,
at which Adam was my first guest,
John Smith my last. For it was
Adam's night at the charcoal pits.
Tbe fragrance of the tea, the appriz
ing odor of the wild strawberry short
cake, the waffles that I myself had bak
edhow plainly I remember it all! I
was clearing off the table: John sat on
the doorstep, reading the weekly paper.
"What are you reading T I asked,
as I stopped to give the cat her saucer
of milk.
He laughed.
"It seems the Baldville villagers have
had a dreadful panic," said he. "JThere's
a rumor that Mad Mortimer is some
where in hiding in their midst. Think
of that!"
"Who is mad Mortimer?" I asked.
"Haven't you heard of him ? A fain
ous safe cracker and forger one of
those genteel highwaymen you read
about "
"I don't read about them."
"Well, tliat other folks read about
who make polite speeches to the ladies
while they pocket their silver spoons
and cameo ear drops. Bah! The hum'
bug there is in this world! I say, Di!'
"Well?"
"If the fellow really wanted to hide
himself, where could he do it better
than in lust such a place as this ?" said
Smith. "Who ever comes here ?"
"Well, I hope he won't!" said I.
"You're a nluckv girL Di. I don't
believe vou'd be afriad even of Mad
Mortimer!"
"Yes, I should!" I persisted.
"Remember the devil isn't always
black as he's painted!"
"John, don't talk that way!"
"Dt, put down tliat dish-towel! Come
here!"
"Why?"
"I've got something to say to you.
I've been a lying scoundrel all these
weeks. I am the runaway scamp that
men would scotch as they would a snake!
I am Mad Mortimer. I tell you this be
because the chase is getting too hot in
my vicinity. I must go away!"
Hooked at him in surprise. Was I
dreaming.
"I'm not such a villain as folks would
believe," he went on. "If I could ex
plain all you would understand that
I've been more sinned against than
sinning, Di. But there's no use in
talking about that Goodby, my girl!
Tell Adam how it was. Tell him to
keep my secret"
"John, you are not going to leave
us?"
"Would you have me stay to be
hunted down as the ferrets hunt a rat?"
I burst into tears.
In a moment he had me clasped in
his arms.
"Di! you don't mean to Bay that you
care whether I live or die? DL,wasit
because of this that you said 'No' to
Ralph Maddox?"
My brimming eyes must have be
trayed the secret that my lips refused
to frame, for he drew one short, quick
breath, his face glowed.
"My girl," said he, "this is like a
new life to me. I'll make myself
worthy to claim you yet see if I do
notl One kiss do, my brave girl!
And now, good by!"
So he left me.
This happened years ago. The next
spring a new mill proprietor bought the
Allaire property and settled down at
Baldville.
He was dark, with a heavy black beard,
softer than any silk, covering his face..
I am not sure I should have known him
myself had it not been for a certain
bright look a smile a trick of utter
ance. His father came with him to In
spect the purchase a fine gray-haired
gentleman one Dr. Bourgoyne, from
New York.
"We are going to put up some con
servatories for you, my dear," said he,
"John tells me you like flowers. John
is a great amateur gardener in his way
also. I feel a deal safer to leave him
here, now that he has had the good
fortune to win you for his wife. He
has been wild in his day a little wild
but he always loved his Old father,
and he has had the sense to choose a
wife like you. He'll do well now, I
don't doubt"
And John came up and. placed a blue
orchid in my hand.
"Your favorite color, Di!" said he.
So we were married, and, like the
people in the children's story-books,
lived happy ever after."
Tbe only reference to my husband's
peat history that lever heard, outside
of our home, waa on a summer evening
when I chanced to see two of the mill
hands ntherirtff blackberries on the
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rocky side of Bald mountain, as our
pony carriage wound along the steep
road the pony carriage that John al
ways allowed me to drive for myself.
"There's a queer story," said one to
the other, "that tbe famous cracks
man, Had Mortimer, once hid a month
in this very cave, behind these wild
clematis trails, that time the New
York detectives were hunting for the
Bigley bank case. I wasn't living
here then, but I've often beard of it."
"So have I," said the other. "But
I didn't know that was the place.
Plucky fellow, wasn't he? By the
way, how did it all end? They treed
him at last, didn't they?"
"Not they. Came pretty near it up in
Maine, but he gave 'em the slip, once
for all." .
"Gave them the slip ? How ?"
"Didn't you ever hear ? Eode of a
precipice, forty feet high, with his
loaded revolver in his hand, just as they
were chuckling to think of the reward
they were going to get. Body was
never recovered. And that was
the end of Mad Mortimer. He died as
heVad lived clear grit to the end."
"Mamma, do stop Vox a minute!"
cried mv little bov breathlessly. "Let
me look at the cave where the robber
chief hid from his enemies. Only one
minute, mammal"
Presently he came back, panting.
"Such a jolly deep cave," said he.
"But I should't think a man could hide
there a month, should you ?"
"No," I answered absently, "I should
not think he could."
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and cured as if by magic. It removes
offensive breath, loss or impairment of the
sense of taste, smell or bearing, watering
or weak eyes, and impaired memory, when
caused by tho violence of Catarrh, as they
all frequently are. Sold by druggists, at
SO cents. Manufactured by Wobld's Dis
pensary Medical Association, 063 Main
Street, Buffalo, N. Y.
literature, intending to master the
science in the preparation of the month
ly papers promised various English and
American associatoins interested in the
treatment of leprosy. Many requests
for letters were made, but Sister Gert
rude declined them all, saying that her
duty to her chosen work would claim
her entire time. I u private lifesbb
was known as Miss Amy Fowler
Her father is the chaplain of Bath
work house, and it was during her
frequent visits among the poor of Eng
land with him that the idea of her pres
ent calling suggested itself. She
studied medicine in the Fasteur institute
where she also mastered the French and
German languages, and when news of
the death of Father Damien reached her
she wrote at once to the papal authorities
offering the services of a lifetime. She la
only 27 years of age. She was educated
in a convent where, very much against
the desire of her parents, she became a
convert and joined an order of nuns
known as the Band of Mercy.
"My hands are awfully cold." said the
pretty girl suggestively, on the last
quarter of a starlit sleighride. "Why
didn't you bring a muff with you?"
asked the- practical young man, pro
saically. "I did!" she snapped; but she
wouldn't explain where the muff had
gone to, and he has been wondering
ever since just what she meant.
Rev. Dr. Sutton once said to the late
Mr. Feech. a veterinary surgeon: fcMr.
Feech, how is it that you bar not
called upon me for your account f "On,"
said Mr. Feech, "1 never ask a gentle
man for money!" "Indeed!" aaid the
vicar. "Then how do you get on if he
doesn't pay?" "Why" replied Mr.
Feech, "after a certain iime I conclude
that he is not a gentleman, and then I
ask him."
"Strange," remarked Mrs. Brown, "I
have rung at Mrs. Smith's door three
times this week, and I didn't succeed la
raising any one. I suppose the family
is out of town?" "Possibly," replied
Mrs. Jones, "but Mrs. Smith told tat
just now she could tell you ring among
a thousand.
Do you think it olever to find out by
pumping, the affaire of your friend,
There is no reason why you should lay
bare her heart for an inquisitive daw
to peck at
There are 0,600 practicing physicians
in Illinois, as is shown by the rerisei
list just prepared by the State Board of
Health, and yet the State ia gaining In
population.
Alaska cost the United States CrOT
eminent two cents an aero.
The reduction in tfcUel
the TTnited Statea
year 1889 was WlrCL'-,) t
