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BROWNVILLE, NEBRASKA. THURSDAY, DECEMBER 25. 1873.
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BUSINESS CARDS.
ATTORNEYS.
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K. "W. Thomai,
- -itjvty AT LAW. Offlce, front room over
A venl Cross's Hardware Store. Brown-
TU!e?H: .
tV. T. Rogers,
ATTORVEy AND COUNSELOR AT LAW.
Tm rive diligent attention to any le?al
,n entrusted io nls care. Offlce In Court House
yaBrownvtUe.yeb. ,
Uewett & Sewmsn,
TTOBNEYS AND COUNSELOBS
A TirownvllIe.Neb.
PHYSiClAKS
AT LAW
rHOLLADAY. 31. D.. A&m
A aaaObstetrlcian. Gr&Iiate,int1 i
.A.aSliWiua lftSS. Offlce. Lett & I
1BSS. Offlce.
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CrelRh's
i in Brownvmo ,-r--'RnMlil attention
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VM?&.TXU7ih&ilana of women ana
,ia i 10-em
fillflren.
- T xnTTTPWS physician and Surgeon. Office
H.YnSs-iS2-MUi .treat. Brown-
TUie.eo
U K0TARIE8
&COLLECT105 AGENTS
J. IV. Brush,
-.TTf OF THE PEACE AND COLLECTION
"PSf London Precinct. Special attention
" AB.e t,SilectIon of notes and accounts for
llleL.pnLMAWreBoxl32BrownvlUe.ma-
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Neb.
30ly
L. A. Bergmann,
NoSnisiiS:
Keb. Asentlfer the Equitable and American Ton-
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DRUGGISTS.
Lett fc Crelgh,
.-BT-finrTS and dealers In Paints, Oils. Wall
D ffik McPnent Block. rfo. 68 Main
Btreet, Brownvllle. Neb.
LAND AGENTS.
Ap COGSWELL. Beal Estate and Tax Paying
AMatOfflceln Cocswell Block, corner First
. 1 ,S?ti- straeu Will give prompt attention to
?- o "rSi JM Mdgthe Wment of Taxes
Urobat the Nemaha Land District. 7tf
IHCHARD V. HUGHES. Beal Estate Agent and
Rsou Public. Officeln northeast corner Mc
PatnacW. up stairs. Brownvllle; Neb.
r-TT.T.TAM H. HOOVER. Beal Estate ana i ax
PiTicg Ages
lrlv't prompt
UtssndPsyiaeftt
Uad DUtnct.
W'rf.i.-T nmin TTirtr.t Court Boom.
WUlrivi prompt attention to the sale of Real Es
ffipSof Taxes throughoutthe Nemaha
GRAIN DEALERS.
Geo. G. Start,
naSH DEALER IN GRAIN AND AGRICUL
U tural Implements, and storage. Forwarding
d Commission Merchant, Aeplnwall, Neb.
SADDLERY.
T H.BA.UER. Harness. BridlesCoUars. Etc.. No.
J . 64 Main street.Brownvllle.Nen. Mending done
tesratr Satisfaction unaranteea.
BRIDGE BUILDING.
CW. WHEELER. Bndge Builder as Ceetractor.
. Brownvllle. Xeb. Bole agent for R.W. Smith's
Pitsat Truss Bridge. ThestroBgesiaadbestwooden
brlisi now In nao.
HOTELS.
. upotnivnnnap T. TV Rnhlann. PrODrletOr.
A rsr,t .tnuit hPtu-fn Main and ColleKe. Good
w "w . . T -t .-1
Fm4 snd Livery Stable
Route.
In connection with this
Written for the Advertiser.
THINGS I'D LIEtE TO HAVE.
BY S. J. OF THB WILDEBNES3.
O wouldn'tl like to have
A Johnny-cake In iny fist, "
A sweet pertater In 'tother hand
About as big as my wrist,
Some sail and batter on a plate
And a turkey-gobbler stew.
But wouldn'tl be happy then I
O aay, boys, woaldn't you ?
And then I would like to hare
A dozen of blacks and bays.
And about a dozen of girls to ride
In about a dozen of sleighs,
I'd chop myself up In a dozen of bits
To match the lovely crew;
But wouldn't I be happy then I
"Well I guess I would wouldn't you ?
And then I would like to have
jgema dry goods oa a bust,
Te"ielp b teef tbJtese. t rights
And share' wife i'ae "jay Tst,"
Then -wouldn't I oat a b feeap &t a swell
With somebody's "sister Sae;"
BnJ.-ybmWn't jrbehSy.; ta 1?
Welfl reckon I would wouldn't you
And then a pair of dem tings
What the dootor brings along,
What makes the raid-night air resound
With their Paregorlcal song,
Then wouldn'tl be a lovely dad ?
And proud of that little Bboe !
But wouldd't I be happy then I
Well now you bet wouldn't you?
And then I would like to have
A home In some shady dell,
Away In some dreamy, far off laridj
But where I never can tell,
Where the crystal gems of connubial love
Drop like the morning dew,
But wouldn't I be happy then ?
Well I 'spose I would wouldn't you ?
And then I would like to have
A nice little farm to till.
A farm like the farms of old.
With its orchard and elder mill.
And then I'd have Christmas come twice
a year
With its apples and Sandy too,
But wouldn't I be hnppy then I
Well of course I would wouldn't you ?
And then I would like to have
Some daughters to catch the beaux,
I'd have the boys come courting my girls
And the girls turn up their noae.
Just like the girls do treat me now
Just when I don't want 'em to.
But wouldn't I be happy then !
O whoop de doodle doo.
For the Advertiser.
A CHRISTMAS STORY.
RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO MBS. JEU
ENETT HARDING.
GUN SMITH.
WM. F.CRADDOCK. Gun Smith fc Lock Smith.
Shop it No. 52, Main street, Brownvllle,
Xebruka. Ouns made to order, andrepalrlngdone
proaptly t cheap rates. 35-1y
BLACKSMITHS.
J. Wt Gibson,
BLACKSMITH AND HORSE 8HOER. First
stre-t.between Slain and Atlantic, Brownvllle,
5eb Work done to order and satisfaction guaran
tied. BOOTS AND SHOES.
ALEX.B0BINS0N, Boot and Shoe Maker, o.
5S Mala street. Brownvllle, Neb. Has constant
ly on hand a rood assortment of Gent's, Lady's,
Misses' and Children's Boots and Shoes. Custom
work done with neatness and dispatch. Repairing
deaa oa short notice.
SALOONS.
JOSEPH HUDDART & CO.. Peace and QuletSa
v lM3.No.Sl Main street, Brownvilltf, Neb. The
beitwiaesand Liquors kepton hand.
J. SL4RE,
DENTIST
? All Operations Per
rormed in taenest
. manner.
Orricx:
Atresldence oa Main
street.
At Rock Port, Mo., from 1st to Tth of each
month.
L. A. Bergmann & Co.,
Manufacturers of Cigars,
and Wholesale Dealers In
tog and Smoking Tobacd.
Orders from the country promptly filled,
and satisfaction guaranteed.
So. 41 Main St, BBOWK TILLf, 5EB.
Chew
CHANGE
SALOON.
C&RROL BROTHERS, Proprietors,
47 Slain Street.
Best of Liquors provided at Grange Prices.
DOWN WITH MJNOPOLY. Liquor by the
quart or gallon at reduced rates. 17-5ly
JIM BUSS'S
J. G. RUSSELL,
Dealer In
Mil
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WHOLESALE A5D RETAIL.
56 Mala Street,
BRO WlSTVIXiIiB, ITEB.
FRANZ HTiTrMTSR,
SAGQH &gLACKSMlTSHOP
OUE DOOR WEST OF COURT HOUSE.
WAGON MAKING, Bepairing,
1 Plows, and all work done In the best
aaer and on short notice. Satisfaction goaran
td. Give him a call. M-ly.
Clocks, Watches, Jewelry
JOSEPH SHUT2I,
So. 59 Hais Strt, Brdwmville.
Keeps constantly on hand a large and well
mwwq siocx or genuine articles in ou iiuo.
.aepainag 01 U10CJCS. Watcnes MUjeseu;
aons on short notice, at reasonable rates.
Out-side the high, long building
with its smoking chimneys, and dark
stained celing and walls, was the
noise of moving multitudes, the
steady tramp of marching batallions,
-anda great stir and tumultous- .ypieas
ofvwaxvtnrthe-Jand. 'Masywwjja
ary ana otooay neias usu uccu uuh
and won, and yet the fierce strife
Bwepton, and rolled its crimsoning
waves In long and angry swells, farth
er and farther toward the South.
Within there was a sudden aud great
hush, In those long, dark stained
moms, where but a moment before
hundreds of busy lathes were swiftly
turning, from rough bars of metal,
gaily tinted threads of steel and iron,
that spun rapidly down before the
finely tempered chisels, In long glit
tering ribbons, sparkling with a
thousand metalic hues, whose keen
edges showed bright specks of elec
trio light, and crinkled in wierd forms
as they caught and mingled with the
slant December sunbeams, pouring In
long belts through the high factory
windows.
John Arch, factory hand and work
ing man as he was, had a quick eye
fnr ond n rpadv aDnreciatlon of the
shifting kaleidoscope of light falling
through the high, tim'a-stslncd win
dows, and touching for him, as with
enchanter's wand, the r"apld humr
ming lathes from which pdiired spark
ling cascades of steel and iron, and
that changed to a thousand fantastlo
forms, the multitude of whirling
wheels, revolving shafts, and moving
belts, and kindling to his vision, in
the glowing heart of the furnaoe fireK,
strange, weird pictures of moss ting
ed" and trailinjr ferns, of tropic lilly-
cups deep as Geni's gobblets, and
briming with aurient wines, of foli
age, flowers, and cool depths of sum
mer woods, of rose and amber tinted
jewels, costly-fahrics from Eastern
looms, rich in warm and golden col
or, and shaded into beauty by the
n.,.. ami nparl trravs of neutral
Olivci mms y w
Ah !" thought he", "could I but
weave such fanoies into the dull warp
of actual life, what perpetual summer-land
It would make of home,
when fierce wintry winds walled
round my door."
As these pleasant fancies filled for a
moment his mind, his nana mecnan
..n.. .n.n ft memorandum book
and came in contact with a rustling
bit of paper, upon which were anam
ber of carefully drawn and original
designs. They were his own. and
many a year of weary, patient labor
hod ihv COSt mm. Aireaujr vucj
had been submitted to the inspection
of Mr. Winthrop, the owner of the
factory, and pronounced of the high
est practical value by a number of
skilled and experienced workmen.
These cunningly devised drawings
were to be hiB passport to future pro-
ntfnn. True, he already held an
important position in the faotory, but
when his latent talent should be fully
recognized what might he not expect
ondohtainln the way of advance-
and success, ana wren xobe
had forgotten that to-morrow would
be Christmas, aud that the hauds
closed their work that afternoon at
four o'clock.
Mr. Winthrop now caine in for the
first time during the day. but there
was no Christmas cheer In his strong
face. John Arch looked at him with
a trrat heart throb, for he read at a
glance some fixed and grave purpose
on his brow. Mr. Wliithrop had a
kind heart, arid always a word of
cheer and ehcouragement for his
workrrieri, but of a far different char
acter was the slim, fair haired, delicate-handed
yriuth who stood by his
Bide. Carl Winthrop was an only
son, a life of idleness and ease had
fostered whatever tkH6jrar of, prlc&
Mid mXfahnsm ! Wm. MStu.r, attf:
a haWt of being pyedrlidwa
him lutawhtyfand oWlflMHflnr to thosp
hd considered his inferiors. Groups
of grim and swarthy workmen soon
gathered around the master. Work
men upon whose faoea toil had writ
ten deeper Hues than tiine; old men,
bowed down and weary with care and
labor; young men, eager-eyed, impa
tient, yet hopeful, stood by furnace
and lathe, waiting, in sullen silence,
to hear their doom. Fe"ar k del led it
to many a heart before.it was uttered
to the ear. The dark war cloud had
overshadowed the land, for days and
months they had heard the angry
rumblings of the storm, and now they
waited for the bolt to fall.
"It is hard, very hard, my men,"
the master began, "I would fain stave
it off if I could ; but to now go on
would be utter ruin to me. I must
stop the works. So come to me for
your wages. T hope by spring to
again resume, but of that "I can scarce
ly tell ; the great bulk of my trade
was with the" South, that is entirely
ruined. Of course when I resume
my old hands shall have the prefer
ence." There was a dead, solemn and
gloomy silence. One could almost
have heard the agony heart throbs,
under that great tidal wave of emo
tion. "In the spring"' "in eternity"
would have done as well. How were
they and loved Ones to live during the
fierce winter that was already upon
them. But the fiat had gorie forth,
and the swarthy boob of labor turned
heart-sick and weary away.
Carl looked at John and a cold, ma
licious smile crept over-big effeminate
.features. "What tun'-iocs:your- flvl
a-, illll I ft t i --,; T
inventions"1 to now, my
heart. He was fain to notice the snow
moss that furred the trees as with
robes of royal ermine, of the fretted
frost work iipriri Ihe slender white
birches. Whose ebon boughs made
spanning arches with glittering net
work of chased sliver above his way,
of the somber pines whose dark heads
were bowed 'neafh crowns of crystal
snow, with sparkIineirIdeoent lights
set like costly jewels In filigree work
of ftlabahter, of stately trunks of beach
and pine encased in icy armor and
shininsr pure white against a s'eel
blue sky. Flocks of brlscht-eyed.
rapid winged snow birds whirred past
him and sent sparkling snow rays
.downon-his-hesd; or swimcr -eaily
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v.- , . r -"k - tYtirFii
.fropi Krflalsr.a'Kdij'talk,picking'1up!
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ment
But what meant this sudden si
lence? The great engine had sud
denly ceased to pulsate; Its hot pant
ing breath graw hushed in the still-
ness; the great eynuuC --
a moment in a tirecr way "
stopped, aud the nofse of shafts, and
ia nd belting, and latnea- stop-
"ww" .. u.oof
ith a drowsy nni, auir w K.o
ped.vl
friend ?
Is it to L'lficoln's hirelings itid aboli
tion murderers? You certaiuly should
give thanks to the party in power."
'Poor fellows ; oh theh poor famil
ies," said John, thinking of the men
first, ere he sought to pitty himself.
"Oh, they can go as soldiers," said
Carl in a sneering voice. "Govern
ment should surely support the pau
pers it makes. As for you, John, that
precious old uncle of yours, old Arth
ur, you know, has raised a regiment
aud gone to the front."
"Well ?" said John coldly.
"Why then," replied Carl, with a
bitter sneer, "he will come up miss
ing or dead some of these days, and
his promising nephew will heir the
old file's money."
He had no heart to answer, but
turned away with a bitter pang in his
breast. He took the paper from bis
book, turned It over in bis hands, and
gazed in a listless way at the carefully
dnfnHine1tnd 28le' - VVahe
dreaming nowi or w'&titWaat qifbt.
that Btfretmed, wkeaifce badfcput.
thrfiTiskftgalrBtohis IBW
tlon ? Aallid golden, ray from one
of the dark high windows fell across
the paper.aB it lay spread out upon his
bench. Was there any picture of
hope in the time to come to be evolv
ed by cunning fancy out of crank, or
shaft, or cylinder? But as his eye
wandered up the belt of yellow sun
light falling from the high window,
it became entranced by another pic
ture; a picture of cottage garden,
summer gay. lying in dewy splendor,
with many a shadowy walk and mos
sy seat, where a face shone out rosy
white, framed in soft waves 01 goiueu
hrnn hair, amidst the shadows of
honey suckles and vinebowers, or lr
the glowing sunlight as she moved.
Was it Rose, or but a tempting vision
face from ImpossibleWud ?
He crushed the paper in his strong
hand with a fierce regret. It was on
ly yesterday how complete ana per
font hut how useless now. John Arch
went slowly out into the cold, stirless
and frosty air. It had snowed the
night before, and the world looked
dead and wrapped in its coffin shroud.
Above, through rifts of pearl, the blue
sky shown, and beyond the western
hills, ridged in swathing ice, lay vio
let drifts of amber wmea ciuuub.
John Arch wandered idly down by
the slopeing factory sheds, where the
earth wore dark stains from coroding
iron, and yellow blotches of stunted
grass grew about huge stacks of rusty
and Klair. The ptffe snow was
. , .J ik hoi nrtiitRRt and thick'
staineu wm
ly covered with flakes of soot from
tne smoking chimneys. There was
no need for him to hurry now, a great
pause had come into bis life. He had
no further work to do. No need to
w - hftmA.nnd tel to bis kind old
t- . ' mvrW.ihe sad. sad' news, so
he turned from his trodden, pathway
home, into a by lauefthat skirted the
foot of the hills, and led away from
the town into the deep woods beyond
Weary of lUe as he ws".e could not
help remarking tnat the winter, cold
aaa tt looked, had a regal
wntv of its own, even amid the sad'
thoughts of borne, of biff future pros-
ta
fc Pf b W-?J S S ft. M
"XohrTArch saw" itlfllbliEpaVpiohate
regrets, doubts and hafnd hnpps
clutched fiercely at his hart. How
long before Rose could be his Rose
ndW? Though the earth was arrayed
in robes fit for the bridal of a great
king, it did but bring dreams of other
bridals, bridals full of serenest joy,
and in which Rose was there adorned
Itl floating tace clouds, and a wreath
of orange blossofhs bloomed in added
beauty amidst the wave's of her dark
golden hair. Once he had hoped to
say words of earnest love to Rose ;
never, never would he say them now.
What was it? Some Btrange pres
ence Beemed! to gather thickly around
him. It asBUriied no s'hape, and yet
it was everywhere as an irripalpabie.
floating mist, real, vet Undefined, felt,
hut unseen. He had felt the same in
fluence last nisrht, just before slumhef
came to his pillow, and to him in
stinctly came tho thought of that gen
erous friend of his youth and rippr
manhood, that had been his work
mate through many years of toil ; hut
in tile" eariy spring he had gone with
the Union hosts, and his life tide had
crimsoned the sward at Cam fax Fer
ry. But with a great heart cry of
agony he thought of the litter disap
pointment whiuh had fallen upon his
life, and he grew stern and harsh, and
a desire of self swept over his mind
cold and chilling as the iced earth and
frosty air around him. With" his al
tered mood the presence seemed to
fade and float away dim and indis
tinct, till there was naught above him
butrthed'ull.fgrny sky; and its leaden,
: Shoudt&$&imm$rum$
Had he not Btrong arms and a ready
brainand did not fortune favor the
brave and self-reliant? Were others
to dash forever from his hand the
golden wine Id the chtflicfd cup of
love? Was he never to tasto the
longed for nectar? Why should not
he wring fortune from the world with
his own strong band? If factories
stopped, if the fand was deluged in
blood, and brave men die in the shock
of poleed battle, what was that to
him. He would win in the race, with
Rose or without; if the heart must
corrode let it be for self, and self. only.
As his heart, not without a pang, ut
tered these thoughts, he instinctive
ly looked up; was it the moaniug of
the wind in the ice clad forest, or the
ory of some disembodied presence
freighted with more than mortal
agony, and yet how like the
living accents of his dead friefjd did
it Bouud. Yet there was naught
around him but sparkling ice, stain
less snow, stalely trees jo 'silver cors
lets . an'd JjewelidKfrost work, Jnore,
beautiful than ever crusading con
queror wore.
But John Aroh became conscious of
another step beside his own upon the
crisp snow ; at times M seemed slow
and hesitating, then again it came
toward him with rapid strides. He
scarce need to turn, for well he knew
whoJt.was". His face was cold, hard
arid white as he turned round wait
ing for the man to come. A young
man, with soft, fair face, shaded by
ringlets of clustering light hair, full
brown eyes that had a pleading, yet
hesitating look, as if expecting a re
pulse. Something haggard in the
face told of dissipation, and a some
thing in tho yielding lines of the
month of a weak will and ai desire to
06 and act as others might dictate.
One of nature's dainty sybarites, like
Pflnrfan rose leaves, whose sea of life
should always wear a tranced sum
mor r-nlm. A woman mlirht have
yielded to any plea offered by the ap
pealing glances from those wis"tfal
brown eyes; but John Arch owned
to no such womanish softness. As
his brother drew near he met him
with a word as sharp as a blow.
"George," he forgot himself in us
ing the pet name, "you have told me
mire tjjt....
Was it the pallid light of a dying
winter day, or the flush of wounded
pride or sorrow that spread over the
young man's face.
"John, you are hard on me; you
always we're," he began, plteously.
Had Johu Arch any weakness? Was
notstreugth, manly and upright, his
ideal ? It may have been his deca
logue to conquer, and, if needs be,
die in the struggle, rather than do
wrong, but was not that a faith grand
er than? all the weak creeds of men?
And was not he, the elder, the judge
of a frail and erring younger broth
er? '
"And dtf you, George," he said,
"count it no hardship that I should
have wrecked my happiness to save
you from the just punishment of a
crimB? In vain will you ask me for
money. My purse is already empty,
and ere the winter is passed' famldi
may stalk in at out mother's door.
"Ah ! Jobn," he replied, in sorrow
ful accents; "it was but a kind word
I wanted before leaving for the front.
My leave of absence expires to-morrow,
and it may be but ho matter
now," and the sad, wistful, brown
eyes turned away, and he was gone,
gone through the frdety air, over the
cbld crisp snow. Gone where the
fierce cry of onset ratig over sanguin
ed fields of slaughter.
A paug of sorrow, of loving rej
merabrance for the loved playmate of
bis youth, may have held place in his
heart, yet itwas but fdr a moment ;
was there any presence to whisper
that justice should, be tempered with
mercy ? If so the troublesome voice
waseileaoed, and a cold, inflexible,
tmfrtzimtoL "risWlve; settled upon his
brow aa lie. took bis' way home.
' The tows' was alive with stir and
bustle, and the hum of many voices.
Hundreds of iights shown through
the frosty air, from broad bay win
dows of stately mansions, from stores,
shos and humble dwellings, wide
ribbons of gas light streamed out up
on the snow, and turned its sparkling
crystals to rosy sapphires, with red
aud yelloW borders as" of oriental
pearl. His own home, as he neared
it, looked mean and sordid, beside tne
stately dwellings that stretched far
away upon either hand. A lamp was
set in the low window sb as to cast its
light upon, the worn pathway he knew
so well, and , well he knew that a
mother's face watched from behind
the faded curtain for his return. The
cottage, though but poorly furnished,
was neat and comfortable, and worea
home look of comfort and quiet. The
light within revealed the sad, pale
face of his mother, despite the tired
look, grey hair and wrinkled brow
fhere was the memory of past beauty
that lingered like softened light from
rose tinted sunsets on some time
staineR ruin; while from the wistful
brown eyes (for they were like
George's) there went out a wealth of
love and confidence that implored a
heart's full return. You could imag
ine in that face a picture of such love
liness as dies in one's first youth. At
any rate, in spite of paternal authori
ty it had won William Arch, and
while losing his heart he had also
lest his patrimony, and while win
ning the illiterate daughter of a poor
working man, he, had wonv with it
poverty anda Jife of toil. The moth-
strong.
him. Time wore on and great chang
es bad come upon the town. The
wealthy iron factor was ruined, and
his stately house and great factory
bad been taken possession of by the
government. Carl had gone, no one
knew where, and Rose True had pass
ed completely out of the lives of all
her former acquaintances. Had John
likewise forgotten that fair face, fram
ed, like some' beauteous Peri's, in a
wealth of golden hair? It must have
been, fur he never mentioned to liv
ing mortal her name. Of his uncle
aud George his mother heard often,
but he would listen to no word from
them. He never looked at the news
papers, and krrew nothing of tke
great strife except what bo was oblige
ed to learn frorii the conversation'
his felkiwworfcfmen. The man ap
pearedioVt to all aid, and he viewed,
with savage hatred his whole race.
Another winter bad descended upon
the earth, and another Christmas eve,
hallowed forever in ohristian hearts,
was drawing rapidly near, A second
year of the war still beheld mighty
armies marshaled in opposing array.
Dark clouds lowered over the nation
al horozin, and it seemed as if the
hoarded revenges of a thousand years
bad unsheathed the sword for a con
flict, in which the blood should flow
as in the Apocalyptlo vision, to the
bridles of the horses, and in which a
whole generation of men should pass
away In the fierce and .fiery battles of
inteffaicine war. Again the snow lay
thick on deid and grange, again cold
chilling blasts swept down through
busy streets, a'gain forest and wood
was cased In icy armor, and the glit
tering stars looked down through
depths of steel gray sky. 'Twas
Christmas eve and sounding bells rang
far across a world of snow and ice;
glad faces looked from many a home,
and anguish wept by many a board
where sorrow was unknown when
last the spring flowers' blossomed
'round their doors.
John Arch' saf. in the gloom of his
chamber, sullen, angered, and with
many a revengeful thought stirring
in the turbulent depths of his spirit.
Almost without thought to himself,
heopened a book and read : " There
are strange, secret, and potential
agencies, ever working and striving
between spiritual powers and corpor
"Nothing between him and wealth
and fame now. Ah! there was the
name of a dishonored younger broth
er; bad not his orlme been forgery,
aud would .the world ever forget
that?"
Angered again, he strode blindly
through the snow, whither, he knew
and cared not. And yet, with and
beside him, there went eome strange,
(indefinable presence. From the open
vestibule of a palatial saloon whose
windows were a blaze of jetting lights,
making rainbows amid decanters of
costly glass, and within whose rosy
depths lay collea up golden and flry
essence from whence carBe sounds
pf laughter, ruderaad beoerfe Jests,
,and the clinklncef many glasses.
Jtar e soonest he pawed, but tke
revelry wlthla jarred upe hlna.llke
the mooWftg.trlaoapti of'Sbnae'-iBear-nate
fiend, and with an ioy chill gath
ering around his heart, he hurried
swiftly away.
He was at the churoh door, now.
How familiar it looked. And yet, be
had not passed its thresh hold for more
than a year. As he sought a seat In
an objure corner, there floated up
through nave and gallery, and high,
grloned arches, the glorious anthem :
Peace on earth, good -will to man.'
The face of the presence was bright
now, indeed, and around its phantom
form was a shining halo of glory .such
as only angels wean A deep" trance
seemed settling down upon the strong
man ; the outward world and Its sur
roundings faded and swept away, and
grew by degrees as impalpable and
unreal to his mind as the forgotten
memories of the long ago'. Gradual
ly there grew upon him other visions,
a vision of malachite lamps, whose
glow was like the sheen of sunshine
whose light fell from high candelabas
on amber and sattln, and made a
golden glory in the room. It was a
rose garden of ybufig life, of ineffable
delight, luxury and beauty, and float
ing in the midst was Rose True,
adorned in gauzy lade and blusb tint
ed pearls, yet be knew that be was
an unbidden guest, and that no such
sweet blossom could ever gladen a
poor man's cottage. Again be beheld
dancers In floating robes, go down
long vistas of light, like bright plum
aged birds, moving in arid out be-
tween columns of purest marble.
eal man. A strong wish has at tiaaea around tables of alabWter? freighted
effected, through their agency, results
most startline'and- unlooked for.
was mjnzled that fear which weak
natures ever feel iuTibB'-'presence of
the strong. Yet there was another
look in those eyes, one of dewy soft
ness add heart-1 felt longing. It was
her younger boy, her darling that she
thought of now. A deep sigh as she
turned to her labors. Would she ev
er see him again? Her mother's
heart shrank In fear from the answer.
As John Arch stood before the
glowing grate his gaze become fixed
upon a faded portrait of his uncle Ar
thur, that uncle who had heired hi
father's patrimony, arid as the bitter
trials of the day passed in review be
fore him, something like a' strong
aversion began to spring up In his
breaBt against one whom he deemed
had unjustly defrauded him of Inner
rent and lawful rights. Out of the
poor, faded and lifeless shadow be in
vain tried to discover the hard grasp
ing iines arid featured of miserly
irreed. which bis mind that afternoon
endbw&ftiDon .the.liaearaentt of Ar-;
tfiurrckV After a frugal supper he
sougut nis own .room..;
Gaily rang the- Christmas dh'fmes,
blithely down the streets trooped 6Id
and young. Well he knew that the
church was decked in garlands of liv
ing green, that the great organ rolled
its sounding notes over a congrega
tion of worshipers, that sweetest,
purest amongst the swelling voices,
as the sublime antbem broke in
waves of song,
"Peace on earth, good will to men,
Christ is born in Bethlehem,"
was the voice of Roae. "Glad tidings
of great joy," could come into his life
no more. What cared the petted
neice of tho wealthy iron monger,
for the poor, despised and abandoned
mnrkinrr man. Rose WOUld in due
time wed her cousin Carl, she would
wear costly jewels, ami live in a man
sion rich in paintings and marble. A
great darkness tell upon nis boui,
black clouds of anger gathered dull
and sullen over his mind, his hour of
revenge would come some day, and
those who now stood between him
and the cherished hopes of life should
h mdn tn drink deeo of Its CUD of
bitter waters.
If a blank now comes in our sfo'ry.
it but resembles the liveB of poor mor
tal men Thpro are Dauses in the
great drama,- of days, of years, when
life wears the semblance of death,
when no outward Impress is marked
upon tho tablets Of the soul, and when
a dull inertia steals over the Dram,
and the strained instruments respond
no more to the vital forces of acting
life than doeB the coffined forms that
sleep In thesilent city of the dead.
ChrlBtmaa bad passed aud gone, with
uii ta invR and sorrows. Its gay and
sordid life, its petty carea aud passion
ate love's, its grandeur of great things
done arid' suffered for the right, and
Its death on fleldf and flood, amidst
loving friends', and by the quiet hearth
of many, a home. Jotrrr Arch bad
again found employment, yet In-a
much smaller way .and at greatly re
duced wages ; still what he now earn
ed was sufficient for the support of
himself and mother; be pursued in a
rlnll mechanical wav biff round of
daily labors, giving but small beed to
the affalrt of men and things: around
ir-"P"lUA"-SOaewrferVeCt sinlWBttsasd
desire for the sudden death of a per
sonwith whom the mind Ib in conflict
has been fulfilled at the time, altho'
the persons q'ave been separated by
great distance of space." Was the
dark and fatal glamour of the mystic
German correct? And could the an
gered desireof the mind, thro' these
agencies, plunge, in an instant, an
enemy, down Into the darkness of
the abyss of death? He closed the
book with a shudder; the air of his
chamber became icy ; the fire smoul
dered low and fitful in the grate, aud
the lamp flame flickered as if In the
breath of a charnel house. Had be
wished his uncle"; the playmate of his
youth, then his loved brother; Carl,
his Jival ; and darling Rose, dead
and laid to eternal rest In the garden
of the slumberers. His eyes closed,
and his mind seemed wrapt in some
fearful trance. Htf felt couscioriS of
gome.presence besideshat of his own
fn the room. Slowly as out of spiral
grave, uaiat was , evolved, a. shdny
form, apalevaHd ethereal semblance
of that ihueh loved friend whose cold
form'sleptby the waves of a far off
river. And how that likeness grew
and strengthened as it approached
nearer &nd nearer to the entranced
and rflortal form. It warf close beside
him now, and above his bead it held
its long, attenuated and shadowy fin
gers, from whose marbled points
poured molecular Streams, like shift
ing, wavey sparkles or wnue ugm,
that fell upon his head and seemed to
wrap him with a halo of electric scin
tillations, throagh whose edying mist
wreaths, fell, shower-like, to finest
diarriorid dust, each particle incan
descent with a thousand points.
He awoke as from n dream ; a fierce
smile, as of anger or trldiripb, passed
over his oountenance. Could his un
cle Arthur be dead, aud he left as the
sole possessor of hi wealth? The
shadowy presence, had slowly with
drawn to the lar comer of the room ;
its form grew indistinct, and an unde
fined agony, as if striving for mortal
ppeech, dwelt upon its cold Ilnemeuts.
It wrung its pale phantom hands.and
the air seemed to vibrate as with
moans of anguish. A wave, as of
clashing Christmas ohimes from high
church belfry, swept down the frosty
air.
Some forgotten memories of the
long ago may have been born to the
spirit of John Arch on their ringing
peals. For again the stern face sof
tened, and the eyes closed as of sleep.
Again the ghostly presence drew
nigh ; its form dilated and brightened,
and frotri Its palhd fingers soft spar
kles of lufmtnou light poured down
.... t -. .--, I 1 no If Ita
Upon tne BlumoerBr a ueau, oa "
subtle, phosphorescent particles were
seeking to penetrate and diffuse its
bright wavelets through' bjs brain.
But with it, and in a moment, there
crashed down through lobe and
sphere of brain, the sharp cry of the
news-boy: "Latest news from the
seat of war!" It was but the work
of a moment tx ruab' Out and obtain a
wvir. Tn Vm hHef news : only "a
skirmish 8t an Insignificant gap in
the Blue RHdge. Four privates' and a
Colonel killed;" But the last one
bore the name' of Arwur Arcn.
"I
with crimson- coral and rosy-lipped
shells, ' beneath paintings priceless
beyond "gold," and erownedvwlth the
creative life of the master's touch,
of broad, sweeping savannahs, hoary
mountains, silver lakelets, and ocean
sketches, where' the stars seemed to
quiver and gleam in the dim azure of
the criukling waves. Anon he parsed
through chrystal doors into a garden
of serenest summer, roofed with glos
sy leaves, and whose walls wore fres
coed with golden, snow-white, and
flame-tipped blosso'fris, kept "ever
green and fresh by chrystal spray
falling from jasper-bossed fountains.
The walks were flushed with red ca
malelias, while yellow jasmines, and
cream-white magnolias, made the air
faint aud heavy with perfume. Or he
stood beside a column of pale, white
Parian marble, about which dark,
green ivy had been trained to climb.
On the one side grew an English mis
tletoe, with its dim, opal berries, and
dark, green leaves.
Jobn bad forgotten ihat it was
ChrlkitiiaarvLiiki & saw thle; He
placked a tSt?of"it; tekteal3y.-
Then a glase door opened, through
which- hfeght the glitter of mar
ble. The next moment a soft, pink
fluBh, like a cloud that VtJes the rosy
dawn, noatea near mm. awo. jtoBei
was at his side. He held the mistlft-l
toe" over her and smiled. Then a Vi
sion of a quiet home, of a mother, rosy-lipped,
brfg'bt-eyed aad' fair, of
two .young and loving cromera,
they hung, in childish glee, their
stockings by the chimney hearth on
Christmas Eve. Bid be pity his al
most forgotten brother, then? It
must have been so, fo"r the kindling
light on the face of the presence Was
almost triumphant now.
Tho church was dark and silent,
and its aiales were chill as the Vaults
of a tomb. A faint, magnetic iigni
showed only where the presence still
stood with iw imploring, outstretched
hands. He was conscious of it all.
and yet the vision still swept on and
away; where, he knew not, but he
was conscious of icy field, and moan
ing, leafless woods. Tfae.re were dark
crim'son stains from clotted blood up
on the snow, arid the wreck and ruin
of battle strewn around. There were
heavy columns of armed arid rriovlng
men, and the tramp of Bwlftly march
ing squadrons. There were streets of
wall tents, and a long stone building,
from who3e roof floated a yellow flag.
He knew it was an hospital. He bad
uo power to turn away, and already
he was within its Walls. Stretched on
either side were long rows of cots,
and upon them were stretched stal
wartbmen, suffering, moaning and
dying from stark and fearful wound's.
There were shattered limbs, maimed
and fractured jaws, and gaping, fes
tering wounds, frightful to behold.
Upon the cot nearest to him, was a
middle ased. strong faced man. As
bis eyes' trsCame used to the light, be
began to wonder where bo bad seen it
before. Indistinct memories' of the
face, and'the fadeefpicture above bis
mother's' mantel, slowly formed In
his mind, until they became realities,
and in another moment be knew it
was Arthur Arch.
Aa he cast bis eye dowV th'e long
array of cots', It rested at last upon
oneD" the farther corner of the room,
and before which knelt some fair be
ing, whose face was shaded from bla'
view by an aureola of adit, goldbalr.
As the form raised the sufferer a little
to change the bolstering, the faces of
both beoame-revealed to his vision.
It was his forgotten brother and Roee
True. He spran'g forward with one
long, thrilling cry. The viBlon faded
quick as an enchanter's dream. It
was broad, garish day, and John
Arch stood pale and trembling in the
middle of his bwn foo$'. His heart
had almost ceased to throb, and' cold,
beaded drops of sweat Btood thick up
on bia pallid brow. One moment of
unspeakable agony, and'then a quick
resolve, for which that gone presence
we4'!4 ba've grown radiant with joy.
When he descended to hiB breakfast
be was already dressed for traveling,'
and a well filled satchel in hand! His
mother greeted him with a surprised
and uneasy look. His answer came
quick, but trembling, as If full of
keenest pain: "Mother, George ii
wounded, it may be, dying, and I am?
going to care for him, and, I truit in?
God, bring him home."
Ah ! it was worth a thousand life
times of sordid gain and passionate
pleasures, to have seen the ineffable,
undying love and sympathy thaf
Bpake as man never spake, In that
mother's full, browrl eyes. She could?
but sob upon bis strong breast, and
kiss him with a mother's kse.
John Arch was soon upon hJB way,
for where the heart is ready the feet
are swift. Small trouble had he in
finding but where his uncle and bro
ther were, for the greatest Secretary
who had ever organized and vitalized
war, since the days of Carno't, held
sway at Washington. In a few short
days be was sgan entering that long
stone hospital he knew: so we'lH At
the door he met Rose, dressed in plain
yet neat attire, with a softened face,
and a beaming look of mercy in her
fine violet eyes: ie bad told her all.
" It is God's hand that opens the
door, and then we see the sin," said
Rose, solemnly, and theh she held1
him back from his settled purpose no
more. The air was hot and stifling,
and John opened a small window
that the air might fan the fevered
cheek of bis brother, who was tossing
about In Ihe wild unrest of delerium.
Day after,,. day,, passed, tand days
lengthened Into weeks, and still the
unconscious. sufferer, tsrfaed wearily
on his bed of twin- Tuen there came'
a night cf-storw and Uapti;jaTe't;
"streaks of lightning rent the bosom of
dark violet cloudB. and the air began"
to heave and toss as with the beat
ings of the fierce heart of the storm ;
dun, blue clouds whirled up, and held
the fitful lightnings in their breast,
while crashing thunder bolts ever and
anon shook the frail beds where the
sick and dying lay. Fierce, rushing"
sheets of water poured from leaden
clouds, naught was to be seen but a
dull, black expanse, save when the
lightning gushed out of the molten
lead of the cloudB, and ran shudder
ing across the sky. With morning
the storm had passed, and as the light
of dawn stole In through the'Vindow
where Jobn tended with lightest
touch and motherly cate, George
opened wide eyes of consciousness,
and said, in familiar home voice:
"John, Is that you?"
" Yes, it Is me, George," said Jobn,
hastening to him with seBtiiW lovs
i bisjace, that George, eeuleL&ut' an
swer, " God bless you Jera daeUs
brother", 9ki:
ItwtsBoee.tbat.took befTace-aow
. u -..t. Tsn 'hid cone to
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u.. u -..t. Tsn 'hid cone to
e his Uncle Arthur, feeble yet. but
able to bouui . o nmtehas.
L1ttIe need had Arthur Arch to tell
John what an angel' of purity and
comfort Rose was. He had known
that weeks and weeks'ago.
The great struggle for national life
still went oW The then President
and Secretary but now the Immor
tal and laurelled deadbegan fully to
see the beginning of the end: Anoth
Christmas Eve had ca'nie,
"And upward" foro meet the starlight.
Swept their tonndlng cbime."
Again Jobn and Rose, his Rose
now, sat together In that old' church,
where they had loved and worshiped
so loag ago. And close beside Rose
sat Uncle Arthur. 8he waa his loved
and loving daughter. And was not
fh'at stately mansio'n of granite and
marble which be bad built and adorn-"
ed, her aud her husband's borne.
And In the pew before theiri sat
George arid his mother. What a
world of pure, deep, holy love shone
from the liquid depths of those great
brown eyes, as she looked at her dar
ling. It was her youth of life ana
love that she saw reflected back from
his pale, fair features, and wistful,
longing eyeB. NeXt to her hung aa
empty sleeve. It was always In her"
hands when she was by his side. Did
she 'feel the thrilling touch of a lost
hand In those loose folds? Ah! the
presence was bright and glorified now.
It filled the church, the earth ; It
rnlugled with the star dust that shown'
around, away arid beyond, and It
swept in widening folds' broad ai
space and eternities of tints.
"I'll take a glass of your dlvinarie&-
tar," said a young man In a 1 age's beer
saloon the other day. "Vatees dot?'1
&ked the waiter. "I want a goblet
drain of the extract of the somriifer
ons hop." "We tbn't got heem."
answered the waiter. "Numbskull,
bring trie a g'a.33 of lager (!)" The
waiter went to the bar-keeper and In
formed him that a crazy riaan wanted
a glass of beer, but didn't know bow
tnask for it. "I kees ha torit mooch
English speak," said rthe barkeeper.
Most everybody though' the barkeep
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