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V f THE ADVERTISER O. IT. KAIKUfcOTUKK. T.C. HACKK8. FA5RIIUOTIIER & HACKER, Publisher md Proprietors. Published Every Thursday Morning AT BHOWNVILLE, JJEBBASKA. u 3 1 --, -,m A A. S4 A A. THE ADVEKT1SJ1K Vr V ME H r K &. & . I vrlB B jsW A . A. A rHB y a A .w.rAiasoTHx. T.c.nicrm. fM M M WmWym ImJk iX Vm -AJM 1 I1WT l'li Iff&fe IWT pw...fc.,.PrT,;.... VZH H i H H Til Bv w B TBkJ BB fl I B B Jl, I f iBtB fl advertising rate. )ml ms 9L y JHL ;1 B. B & ;( Wr , L bj BJ JiimiK, W iyly a - oneinch.oneyear woo jefWyy AlB Afcr AWL) 1 AJBp rAWB'lV WV rW W VV A5F V 7 V VT 4"Bf P V "XT" Each succeeding Inch, per yew 1 SCO p2 y ' 1 a Each additional Inch, per monto 50 ) V i y IA Legal advertisements at legal rates-Onesquare S3 00 V V w' - (lOllnesor Nonpareil. or IehS)arstlnsertIon II 00 . ..n sa sarhsnh-seanpntlnsertlnn.Sfr- ' TERMS. IN AI! VANCE: One copy. enyer s 3 k v . J; ' r One espy, six month-. Onecopy. three months ST yopapersentfromtheorflceantlIpaldi.T EE.VDISG MATTER OXEYEKTPAGE OFFICIAL DIRECTORY. District Officora. -u TtnT'cn Judcc iStrJIKioovicir ..District Attorney District Clerk. Countv Officors. JOTIN S. v " ;,'rtT53' 'irk anil Itpcorder WIlioVE. MAJORS A.H.OILMORK K.V Ul'ACK. ,.TreHsu re r Sherlfl Corone y.ftffS ,i.c'kkTC- Surveyor PHILIP CltofilEU School Superintendent iglH&vmU&AN Commtelonem J. H. PEERV, ) City Officors. w.t. nmr-us Movor PolIce Jndse CMerlf 1.1.. HUi.nuitu. jf B.' DOCKER H.A.(rfH')r.- JOH. W. LOVE .Treasurer iiarsuai COTJXCILMEy. rn.KontN-ovi lst Ward JOSEPH H'Mn.i W.A.JCDKINS.l 2nd Ward LEWIS flTLL. 1 R. ItUDDAltT, J , 3rd Ward -V- , ' - " I-. .w Churches. HethodUt E. '--crffi;vCSchoolRat at 10:30 a. tn.. and 7-00 r. m. " ;"1ny e4enlnK 2 p. in. Prayer Meeting Thursday evening. 8. P. Wir.N-. Pastor. JSSSSSSSjKSrl Chrlat'a Chur -L.-Rervlcr J"V Sundar. IftTO a. m. ind 7:0P. tn. 3n 'lay School a -P-"J. KEV.5rATTnKv nKNitr. Missionary in cnarge Church onri.ille.snuth-e-tornrownvnie. br vices fimSHbbath In -ach month. B. J. J-onx Bow.Paktor. ChrUtlan rh,,rrh.-R.A.naWIej.Klder Preach- Ineeverv Sundiv at U a. m.. and .JO P- m. Bible rvenlnc KlderOia R e preaches theiiecona fandar In every month. cmfarrorrra.nSrflm, Trl"t. 'School". HlBV,a;chJ?l"CIl T TucVer (innjmjrK: Tomile"of Honor. -ti 'r...ni moots every vturrtar after- Hackar.Sec; Mrs T. .Mlnlck.upt. Red Riohon Clnh Meet-, tho first T4.t-"l.ay ir e--h month.. B. M. Bai lie. Prcs.. A. n.Cilmore.ec i. o. of o. r. Rronvlllc r.o.le No. 5. I. O . I n. FReKjiIjir 7T.(. Ja foeWrnn.ecy. jteetsrerytaturday Philip Lromer. .v. C. Klmsey. K. ec Knictts f PytWoii. KxrHal-r I.odr No. 15. K-PlfK KnlKhts cordlallr Invited. K. Huddart. C. u. . Lovvman, K. of R. S. Masonic. InterrourbO. J.C.McK.auKhtou. .M. u.J-.&ou Bro-.V.iIUp rimPtrr No. 4. It. O.V""11 lRrt fe?.PV.ri8B A Furnas. B. C-; ArW.XIclcell.Rec. Roo and I.y ronplnye.No. 03, U.R. O. ' AlC-Meets at Masonic " " 'JJney davs. K. W. Kurnas. M. P. So?. R. T. llamey, tjecretary. AJnlirii-i.nterNo.2.-OrderoltbeKnsternStar. ABtaten.nVPetTnCsU,lrd Monday la each month. 21 n. E. C. Ilandley. W M. Sociotlot. pS.WK- I5IS v&A X.WS: President. Jonn ivjiu. Tresurer. Mana- iSrof Mln.cl.rs J R. Johnson. Thomas iiam.ur". vri.- - - J.lbrnrr sorWtlou -B.M. Bailey. Pres A.n. Gllmore, c ; ". Chornl I'til-n.-J. C. McNauRhton. Treat. J. B. I)oc5cer. "f. ncss Manager. BTJRI5n5SrCAJRlS, A S. HOTjTjADAY. A . Fhyatctun, snri?e(.n. Oli.tet r clan. Graduated in IW. Local d In Brownville 1815. Offlce ll.Maln street. Brownville. eb. T I,. HUT.RURD. j. ATTimXBY AT LAW And Justice or the Peace Office In Court House Bultdlng. Brownville. Neb. ' QTULTi & THONTR. O ATTORVKVS AT LAW. Omce. over Theodore Hill A Co.'s store, Brown vHle.Neb. TL. SCHICK. . ATTOIWKY AT LAW. Omre over J.L. McCeeA Bro'sstore, Brownville. Nebraska. . ATTOH3KY ATI.W. omce.No.SI Main street. Erownrlle. cb T H. BROADY. J . attorney nnd Onwnsclnr at Law, OmcebverSta"-Bsnt. Urownvlll, .Neb. -xr-r t n.nrjF.us. W . Attornty ami Coun'Hor M Law. Wtnglvedlllgentnttentlon to nnr'eKR'b',,,', entru-tedtohlscare. OIHce In the Roy building. Brownville. Neb. T W. GIBSON, nACICS5IITII AND HORSE SIIOER Worlcdoue to order and satisfaction guaranteed First street, between Main and Atlantic. Brown vlIle.Neb. AT. CLINE, I, FAIIION.VBLI: t 1 BOOT AND SHOE 3IA.KEU V loi. - . a .. At. .lirB CUSTOM WORK maiteto oruer, u ".:"',"-'' rfa?a,d" si. Repairing uj-atiy and promptly done. Shop. No. 27 Main street. Brow nville.Neb. B. M. BAILEY, Miurrnn a"d dkai.ku ik LIVE STOCK. jiROvrxriLLi:. Nebraska. Farmer, please call and get prices; I want t o handle your stock. Offlco-3t Main street, Hoadley building. JACOB MAROHN, MERCHANT TAILOE, and dealerln FI.eEBKlIsh.Fienrh. Scotch and Fancy Cloths Testings, Etc., Etc. Brownville. Nebraska. B. Bell Andrews, M. D, HOMEOPATHIC mmi I ' 'i" .I. t jfnirtflffHir'TSf nmm & .S3-Will give prompt attention to all nightcalts-Ca - Special attention given to Medical and Furelcal Diseases or Women, and Medical nnd Surgical Dis eases of the Eye. Oniee in rear of Nldcell's Drug Store. Residence doors North of Bratton's btorc I OP Sixth street. In the Vancl! Hou5e. cnmS . r- : 3 Alltranslentadvertlsementsmust be. paid 3" - ' ' forln advance. SESKJ.!!L PPOTVffVTLLE, NEBRASKA, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 13. 1879. VOL. 24.-ETO. 21. mwIJtfH&cm Hj! EIGHT IN GOLD, Pain cannot stay where It Isused. It Is the cheap est medicine ei or made Five drops cover a sur face as large as the hand. One dose cures common Sore Throat. One battle has cured Bronchitis. 50 cents' ucirib has cured an Old standing Cough. It positively curea Catarrh. Asthmaand Croup. Fif ty cents' worth has cured Crick In the Hack, and ihesamequantlty Lame Back of elKhtyears'stand Intr. It cures swelled neck nnd all other Tt-morv Rhumatlsm. and Pain and soreness in any part, no matter u here it may be. nor frem what cause It may arise, it always does you good. Twenty-five cents' worth has cured bad cases of chronic and Moody Di sentery One teaspooiimi cures "ollc in tifteeu minutes, it w HI cui e any case of piles that Is possible to cure. Six or eight application are warran'ed to cure any case or .Excoriated nipples or Intiamcd Breast. KorBruises. If applied of.en and bound up, there Is never the slightest discolor ation to the skin. It stops the pain of a burn, as KnntiFisnnitilori-niid !fi rxCT'tlverUreforCkUblftias.'' -Frosted J- eet. BotlaWarM; Corus " woandi' of ever)' uessxTfTTiim mi uiaii ur ut?i. rr4:c. iv K.ib andit-'-TrlaUiw;. 15 cents. FOSTERS 5ULBURX & CO Sole Proprietors, Buffalo, y. Y. Sold in Brownville by A. W. Nickeli. lUTHOMZED BY THE C. 8. GOVEBSXEST. irsf Nafiona or. BRO W IS VIABLE. PalO-up Cajiital, $o0,000 Authorized " W0,000 IS PREPARED TO TRANSACT A General Banking Business BUT AND BELL COIN & CUERENCY DRAFTS on all the principal cities of the United States and Surope MONEY LOANED On approved security only. Time Drafts discount ed. and special accommodations granted to deposit rs. Dealers In GOVERNMENT BONDS. STATE, COUNTY & CITY SECURITIES DEPOSITS Reeelred pavable on dn-.and 'and INTEREST al lowed oo time certificates of deposit. DIRECTOR5:. "Wm.T. Den. B. r. Ballev, if. A Handler. Frank E. Johnson, Luther Hoadley Wo. Fralsher. JOHN L. C ARSON, A. R. DAVISON. Cashier. I.C.McyAUOHTOy.Asst.Cashler. President. ESTABLISHED IN 1856. O DL. X E S T ESTATE AGEFOY IN NEBRASKA. William H. Hoover. Does a general IVal Estate Business. Sells Lands on Commission, examines Titles, makes Deeds, Mortgages, nnd all Instru ments pertaining to tne transfer of Real Es - tato. lias a Complete Abstract of Titles II Real Estate In Nemaha County. to all N ZETO. 43. josephDoyJ 9 Proprlofor r3Kc9QuZ-BS u fi ll 0 Old Reliable IEIT IMIET. H Give Kim a Call And you will be well Served wltl-'tUc best the Market affords. jTO. 43. z TUTTrSV PSLLS INDORSED BY , , PHYSICIANS, CLERGYMEN AND THE AFFUCTED EVERYWHERE. THE 6REATEST MEDIGAL TBIUBiPH OF THE AGE. TOTTS' FiLLS Dit. Tctt has sac- Icecdcd in comblninein CURE SICK HEADACHE. I&28. JJL, .S: ltVtVjOUlAH,uu- v iu TUTT'S PUIS CURE DYSPEPSIA. t tes ot a 5TMNOTUINO, PunoATivx, andal'n RlFTINa Tomc i Thmr first apparent effect is to Increase I he appetite by causing the food to properly as TUTT'S PILLS CURE CONSTIPATION. TUTT'S PILLS CURE PILES. TUTT'S PILLS similate. Tlmsthesys tcmis nonnshed, arid by their tonic action on the digestUe organs, regular and healthy e vacuations are pro dared. The raplilitv with which PERSONS TAKE ON FLESH vhiicnnuer the influence of these CURE FEVER AND AGUE. TUTT'S PILLS CURE BILIOUS COLIC. i pills, indicates their a Idaptabillty to nourish the body, hence their fflcacy!n curing ner THTTIft r-ti t a vous debility, meian- I U I 1 O rll I Nlcholv.dvsncnsia.wa't Cr. KIIMBfCu.l2Sfgg; Tun's PILLS chronic constipation. andlmpartln2health& CURE TORPID LIVER. strength to the system. Sold everywhere. TUTT'S PILLS .ce 25 cents. 53 aiurray Street. NEW TOBK. . IMPART APPETITE. Is a monthly. lftVpago Scrap Book of the cream ct .A ufn.t,r. T Tt.M(nr. StnirlA fiODT. 20c. or 9 n. rear. An Oil Chromo (ltX) inches) of " Yosenuto Valley." price. $3; " Black Sheep." a $L book, in Eapr binding: "Christian OaUey's Mistake." a l ook,lnpaperbindinc.andasampleoprof Woods Household Magazine oil post-paid, for only 30 cent a hi money, or m one-cent posts stamps. AsenU wanted. Mostliberalterms.bntnothingaentfree, Addrws 8. S.Wood. Tribune Botfdias. New York Ottr. WBZm frj&fpE- 3tPfcx 3 BBBBBal WORTHiTSW Bank A Paradise in Hell. J0I1K C. TnOJIPSOX. Ko more can I a sinner l Not from Christ as n sinner flee But at Ills feet forever reat "Waiting to know tuo worst or best. No more can I a ulnner be. Asking blessings Lord of Thee, Ah I see you on the tree SutTrlng, bleeding, dying for me. Gentle Savior, let mo to In your cause be bold and true, And some sinner try to save From that dark and seething wave. Now my task on earth is done. And the gates of Heaven won. And I see the rents so wide Jn ray Savior's hands and side. iWnat hRDniness and wlt-lsv i.MfMtrf mtTtirfntnnrrHeavta above! ;Jjo raortal.taaacan tell ATarndlse In hell. Brownville, Nov. 2, 1879. HER CHOICE. Tt is growing dark. The fire In the library, although the time is early June, is burning briskly. A grey hound, a very handsome specimen of its kiud, lies sleeping on the hearth rug There is a genuine air of com fort in all the surroundings, yet Mr. Dugdale whose admiration for the countryfis not unrestrained, and who has comedown to his neglected estate only because a long-neglected sense of duty and a new steward have called him Is sitting with bis bands before him, wondering, in a meiaucholy fashion, what on earth he isgoing-to do with himaelf for the next month. If, he soliloquizes, he even knew auy one In the country 1 Of course, they will all call, the Katklns espec ially, but new acquaintances are such a bore. And dinners where French cooks are unknown pah! He doesn't know a tenant on his estate, or a landlord in the district, except old Msijor Hyde, who, probably, would be considered unendurable In town He wonders, vaguely, what Thistle ton is doing now, and Duumore, and all that lot; perhaps 'A lady wishes to see you, sir,' says Hlckson, speaking in a respectful un dertone from the doorway. 'Another of the personal begging letter port,' says Mr. Dugdale to hirn- pelf. with a meek shrug.Eunlocklng a drawer that contains money. 'Better have It readj' ; the only thing I know of to get rid of them in a hurry.' Sinking back In his chair, he put on his mot miserable air. and prepares for an ignominious defeat. There is some Blight delay ; then the riietleof a woman's skirts, a word or two from the admirable Hlckson. who then throws wide the door.J and announces 'Miss Carew,' in his usual well bred monotone. Dugdale, rising from his seat with some precipitancy, makes a deferen tial how. There Is extreme rpsper.t. though a good deal of Irrepressible surprise, in his manner as his eyes meets hers. She is young about three-and-twenty very slender, very excellent ly formed, of middle height, and ex tremely pretty. Her eyes are a clear, dark gray; her light brown hair is covered by a large hat, trimmed handsomely with feathers; a gray gown fits her rounded figure to perfec tion; her hands are encased in irre proachable gloves. Dugdale, as he looks at her, repents him of the 'begging-letter' idea, and, at the bare re membrance of it, colors slightly. So does his visitor, though from far dif ferent motives. 'I must ask your pardon for this this Intrusion, she says, In a low tone, thouKb perfectly distinct, and full of dignity and sweetness. 'I would not have come myself, but my brother Is quite an invalid, t-ufFeriugl from an accident, and it was necessa ry one of us should see you. When we heard you were returning to town so soon it frightened us Into action.' 'I do not return to London for a month.' Indeed!' with suppressed chagrin. 'We were told you intended leaving to-morrow, or next day. Had I known the truth1 'Pray sit down,' says Dngdale, cour teously handing her a chair, 'and let me know what I can do for you.' 'I should havolntroduced myself,' she says, with a faint smile. 'My brother; and I are your tenants, Mr. Dugdale, and have, I think, some flight claim on your forbearance. The place, Weston Lodge you know It? has been in the possession of our family for years. First, my grand father had it from your grandfather ; then my fulher had it; now my broth er has it; but our lease has expired.' She pauses. Youjmake me feel ashamed that I know 6o little of my tenants or their wishes or concerns' be says. I kuow, indeed, nothing of the neigh borhood. My living so much abroad I my only excuse. But that my late stewart, poor fellow, died, and that the new maD insisted on my presence here for a few weeks, T should not be in Ibis house now.,; Yes, you want a new lease is that it? 'That is it,' with a glance of sur prise at his evident indifference to, or ignorance of, all that has been going on of late. 'The question is. shall we get It ? The new man you speak of Graham has, I think, advised you to the contrary. He wishes (a take our farm, and incorporate it with the fieis that lie beyond it, and let it all 1 nut at a higher value. Of course, we ran retain the house, but without the land it is useless to us, as my brother is fond of farming. We are willing .you should raise our rent we would 1 gladly take all those fields I speak of, that stretch In the south of ue, but, unfortunately, juet now we cannot. I thought, If I were to ask you, you would perhapB reconsider your stew ard's advice, and let us keep our home.' The swept voice trembles ever such a little, the gray eyes fall, the little, delicately gloved band taps nervous ly upon the table near Uer. 'Have yon Bpoken to Graham?' asks Dugdale, who, juct at thlB mo ment, oould have soundly rated his over zealous manager. No. We thought it better to nee yon, yourself. Will you think of U ?' Rhn raiRPfi hnr pvph ncftin. and rpeards -. -'-.. -T '.2-,7if7wSKr learn wwy ;n terw a ja k j jrgs a j ttwouhl not so much mattec4She, dds, gently, 'but my brother bis heart Is in the place ; he haB been del icate of late, and all this anxiety prey upon him and retardn bis recov ery. We have been good tenants; I would a8k you not to dispossess us.' 'I shall speak to Graham to-morrow. Pray do not disturb yourself about it; I promise you,' eays Mr. Dugdale, who is singularly pliable where beauty pleads, 'you shall keep your home. Nobody shall dispossess you.' 'How Bhall I thank you?' exclaims she with greatfui warmth, -rising. Tears of emotion shine in her dark eyes. 'I hardly dared hope when I came, and now' she pauses aud again a smile curves his lips 'I can go back to George and make him happy.' 'It makes yourself happy, .too, I trust?, A little shadow falls into MissJCa rew'seyes. Tbey droop. 'Thank you yes,' she answered ; but there is a faint weariness, a curi ouh pain, discernable in her tone. 'Let me see you to your' carriage be is going to say, but hesitates. She certainly looks like a woman who should have carriages at her disposal, but he remembers hearing from Gra ham that Weston is but a small place, and checks himself. Yes I drove over,' she says, quiet ly. And theu he follows her to the hall doorstep, and sees there waiting for her a tiny phaeton, a tiuy pony, and a groom holding Kb head. All I well appointed, and, though small, perfect. Miss Carew gives her hand to Dug dnl?, anp steps into the phaeton ; the groom sprlugs in behind and hands his mistress the reins; she turns and bestows upon her landlord a smile, short, though exceedingly sweet, and in another minute pony, tiger, lady, aud all have disappeared down- the avenue. He. left standing upon the gravel, watches her retreat until distance ha", indeed, swallowed up all traces of her, and as he looks ho muses. What a sad little face she had, hut how expressive! What sweetness in the eyes 1 Yes; beyond doubt it all lay in her eyes. There wasn't much to speak of in the'rest of her feature, except her mouth, which was charm ing, but there was certainly a fascina tion in her eyes. What did Graham mean by oreating such confusion, all about a paltry few pounds a year, more or lesi ? It was most offlclousjof him. After all, a fellow ought to come down and see about his tenants every now and then, and consult their wisheB, and see after their Well, Dugdale, my boy, and how are you ?' says a mellow voice behind him, and, turning, he beholds the Major. 'Ah, Hyde, I'm uncommonly glad to see you, exclaimed he, brightening and telling the honest truth. Even Hyde, old-fashioned sb he Is, brings a welcome with him, being, as It were, a breath from the world of town. 'Thank you. Heard of your arrival and Jut dropped down to get a look at you, and ask you todiue to-morrow night. Know how slow you must find it vegetating in the wilderness. I Jcame through the park, and just saw Miss Carew driving away. Mon strous pretty girl, I take it. Came about the lease, eh ? You must give her her own way there, Dugdale ; you roust indeed, you know,' say9 the kindly Major. 'I have given it,' says Dugdale. Glad of it glad of it. The only right thing to do. I might have known that fcbe would get no refusal from you. Beauty In distress, my boy, Is all powerful, eh? You have nothing that can touch on her thin season, come now,' says the ancient hero, with an airy laugh that still re tains the freshnesB of nineteen. 'I lay you anything you like you haven't seen a prettier girl this year." 'Yea I have,' laughing, 'but few so o haunting. I like gray eyeB. Come in and dine with me, Hyde ; it will be a oharity, aud may, per haps, save me from suiciding ; I can't stand mi' own company. I shall be delighted,' says the Ma jor, who, next to having some one to dine with him, likes best to dine with some one. He is fond of society and young men, and Is especially fond of Dugdale. Atr-ey lounge through the gardens, enjoying a cigar before din'nerMthe Major grows commuuicativgod re lates many things. Touching on the Carews. he finds himself encouraged by his host, and forthwith enlargeB on the topic. 'There is only she and George,' says he. 'and they are quite devoted ; she thinks there is nobody like George, and he thinks the same about Claris sa, and I quite agree with him.' 'You seem rather eprls there,' Bays Dugdale, smiling. 'George, as you 1 call him, la HI, is he not?' 'Knocked himself to bitB, labt win ter, out! hunting. Bibs, leg, head, all went to smash, and even now he is onlyVlowly recovering. No doubt he willbluck up in a hurry, now this lease wbry is at an end, but, at one time, l confess, I thought he was done for. That poor girl, CldrisBa, was quite ill, between grief aud nurs ing.' i Oh ! iThat la what makeB her look so pud, IjBuppose.' WelL no not altogether,' mysteri ously. ) Anything more?' turning sharply; notavlaappointment in love, surely! ? ?,'r-.li' 'I mayy.flB well tell you about it,' sayfl-pId-Hyde, who adores the sound of his own voice, and is beginning to enjoy himself intensely. 'All the world here knows the story, bo as you are sure to hear It from some quarter, sooner or later, I shan't be breaking confidence by telling you.' 'You kuow Sir Wilfred Haughton ? Well, he was the man. They were engaged to be married about three years ago; everything was arranged ; never was there a fellow so much in love, as we thought, when suddenly a cousin of Clarissa came on the scene. A pretty girl, I am bound to say, but bad, sir, bad to the heart's core. There was something fetching about her, I suppose, because every man in the neighborhood (except, myself) Dugdale, I am proud to say, made an ass of himself about her. But she laid her plans cleverly, and never ceased till she had wield Haughton from his allegiance, and, I verily be lieve, broke Clarissa's heart. She has never held up her head since. Fair ly crushed she was, and all for a most unworthy objeot, as I cannot help thinking him.' 'You put It mildly. A man who could be guilty of such an act must be termed an unmitigated blackguard.' says Dugdale, calmly knookihg the a-hesoff his cigar. 3o I think. But the oream of the joke is to follow. Mme. Violet hav ing made her little game, and cajoled Haughton to the top of her bent, coolly threw him over at the las; mo ment, aud married a city man ith no birth to mention, but unlimited coin.' Served him right,' viciously. 'I knew him slightly, but can't say I fancied him ; weak, it seemed to me, and self-opinionated. He has been abroad for some time.' 'Fit ortbe.BpleenB. They say be is com?ugofflBaT--.'tbe ,end'ofthe month, bo!: dare say be has got over it.' "How will Miss Carew like his be ing In the neighborhood again!' 'She Is very game,' says the Major ; proud, you kuow, and that she won't show what she really feels. Perhaps his coming will oure her ef fectually, and settle matters forever.' 'You mean she will probably accept him a second time?' 1 Accept him ! Nonsense, sir, Bhe will reject him, and that with scorn with scorn P says the Major, flushing with Indignation. A month renders the Carews very Intimate with their landlord which is hardly to be wondered at, as scarce ly a day passes without his coming to Weston, avowedly coming to sit with George, but In reality to see Clarissa. One evening toward the close of this month, Dugdale happens to be dining at the lodge. He has dined there often of late, young Carew having ta ken an enormous fancy to him, being, indeed, ulmost low spirited when he is out of his sight. All through din ner Clarissa haB been singularly dis traite and meditative; there is a far off look In her clear gray eyes her lov er Is quick to mark. Strolling in the garden with her, later on, through the warm, sweet, wooing July air, he suddenly breaksthe long silence by saying: 'How quiet you are this evening. Has anything vexed you disturbed you ? Have I betrayed myself even to you?1 she says with a 6ml!e aud a rare, faint blush. 'No yes I oon fePB it; I should not be disturbed, hut I am In that lies my self contempt. It makes me 'angry with myself to know that I am annoyed, but I can not help It. I heard to-day Sir Wil fred Haughton is coming home to morrow !' Her voice has fallen slight ly. 'Yes, T know.' He baa turned his face away from hers. 'Of course you have heard all that old old story,' she says, quite calmly, hut with another blush so vivid as to bring tears to her eyes. 'It seems very old now. Every one knows It; that thought was very biUer to me just at first, but now I scarcely seem to mind It, and you are bo good a friend I can speak to you about it. It ia very disheartening, is it not,' with a little constrained laugh, 'that, after all one's inward lectures, one should find one's self as far from indifference as ever?' Mistaking her meaning altogether, he winces perceptibly. 'Does his coming distress you ?" 'Yes,' slowly, 'it distresses me; and yet I cannot Bay whether it makes me glad or sorry. After all, he waB an old friend before before anything foolish occurred between ua. I do not forget that.' No doubt he has, long ere this, re pented his crowning nay, hit) only act of folly. They have got down to the wioket gate by thin timo, that leads Into the haggard, and be, leaning his arms upon it, continues always with hiB eyeB turned from hers. 'What If be iB coming home be cause the first and best love is still strong within blm.? It may be that he is coming to gain forgiveness.' Oh, no, no!' shrinking. I hope not. That would be terrible. I hope not. But,' with an effort, 'it is Im possible!' I think it Is so utterly possible that I am almost sure of it,' says Dugdale, who takes a savage pleasure in piling up his own agony. 'No man under the clrcumstancea would elect to come to the place agaiu, unless with Buch.an.ohject.'.rt,.. .- v You frighten me,' she eays; and then shesighes, and brushes back her soft hair impatiently from her tem ples. 'Would you act so in such a case?' she asks, presently, in a slow, dreamy tone. Then he turns to look at her, and tbeireyes meet. The tender bilence of coming night is all around. The faint, melodious lowing of the oxen In the far-off meadows alone breaks the stillness of the evening, that is dying with Buob lingering sweetness. 'I cannot answer that question,' re turns be, a little unsteadily ; 'I could not picture myeelf in Buch a case. Had I dared to love you, ic would have been with such a love as would have lasted to my dying day !' Silence again. She has grown verv pale, aud the hand that trifles with the huge bunch of crimson roseB so lately plucked, is trembling slightly. The cows are coming slowly toward them through the cool deep grass; the birds, high over their beads, are twittering drowsily a last good-night; George's voice from the veranda calls for them to return. You are thinking of the past? says Dugdale, hurriedly, taking one of the roses from her. 'Yes. and of the future,' she replies, in a troubled tone. 'Clarissa! you still love blm?' 'How shall I tell,' returns ?he, with a touch of passion. 'I have so long brooded over my unhappy story so often told uiyuelf I shall never again .' She muses abruptly. 'Iwautto see him,' she Bays, after a slight hesi tation. 'Naturally,' with some bitterness. 'No, you mistake. I want to see him,' slowly, 'because when I do on the instant I shall know.' 'Know what?' eagerly. My own heart,' replies she, some what sadly. Three days later, walking along the. quiet road that leads to Weston, dive Dugdale comes upon Clarissa and a stranger, evidently in earnest conversation. Even from the distance he can see the stranger Is Sir Wilfred Haughton, and that he and Clarissa are on friendly terms. It la plainly, however, a chance encounter, because Haughton's horse is standing beside him, and even as Dugdale, with a beating heart, marks ail these Jfacts, they shake hands, and Haughton, mounting again, rides briskly away. An Dugdale comes up with her, Clarissa turns gladly to meet him, with a bright smile. Her face is deli cately flushed ; there U an unwonted brilliancy in her eyes; she is altogeth er a changed and even a lovelier Clar issa than usual. 'That was Sir Wilfred?' remarked he, Buperfluously, regarding her curi ously jealously. 'Yes,' still smiling. Your very first meeting with him haB wrought a wonderful change in your appearance. You are pleased? It was not our first meeting. Last evening be called to Bee us Just after you had left. Had .you remained to dinner, as George and I wished, you would have met him. Should I? Thauks. The loss Is not irreparable. I wouldrather see George and you when alone. But you have not yet answered me; though, indeed,. I scarcely need an answer when I look at you. You are bright er, more radiant, than I have ever yet seen you. You were pleased to see him !' 'Very !' emphatically. 'Why not? After all, as I told you, he is an old friend: I hardly remember the time 1 did not know him.' 'And,' bendiug a little to look into her eyes, wbloh met his. frankly, 'you now know? 'Yes now I 'know," returns she, with a quiet, though very intensesat isfaction. 'And you are quite happy ?' There is a sbaoe upon his face that grows deeper every second. She haviug averted her eyes, fulls to see it. 'Very happy,' she answers, quietly. 'Happier thau I have been for three full years. Along time, Is it not?' she asks, a little wistfully, 'Yes. I congratluate you,' in a somewhat forced tone. Tbey have reached the entrance to Weston ; he now puts oat bis hand to say good- by. 'You will not come in ?8urprlsed. 'Not to-day, thank you.' 'Oh, do,1 with open disappoint ment: 'George will be so grieved if you do not.' 'George must excuse me to-day; I cannot go in now,' he Bays, almost curtly, and. raising his hat, walksde terralnedly away. His heart is filled to overflowing with bitWneM and sad forebodings. Isit, indeed, all over? Can his sweet dreams and happy thoughts have met with such a cruel death? Again he aeeB her lovely face as she turned to greet him, flushing with content and gladnees. jOf coarse, the bloah had been for Haughton; already her poor wounded heart has found comfort in the very nearness of the beloved. Pshaw! why dwell upon the inevi table, like a Iove-siok girl ! He will throw up the whole business, leave for London in the morning, and try in absence to forget. But when the morning comes he lingers. A faint hope that is almost des-pair, so closely does it border on it holds him still in bondage, and compels him to stay on, and witness the final scene in this.small drama. One afternoon, walking along the road to Weston, be eucountera the Major coming towards blm from a sidewalk that branches toward 'the west and leads to Uplands, where dwell the Adalre. They shake hands, but, even at the moment of meeting, Dugdale becomes aware that there is an unmistakable cloud upon the Ma jor's usually urbane brow. 'You have been to Uplands ?' says Dugdale, because be has nothing else to say, and is too much the property of melancholy to care to make conver sation. Yes, absently, 'the old lady la HI again. But tell me. dive, Is It true that Clarissa Carew is going to marry that fellow Haughton ?' Have you beard it?' asks Dugdale, winoing. Yes theAdalrsarefuIlofit. They say it is all settled, and that they are to be married Immediately. My dear boy,' aays the Major, raising his hat to wipe his forehead, 'can't be true.' It may be true,' says Cllve, gloom ily. He is drawing aimless strokes with his stick upon the du6ty road, and Is feeliug.dlstlnctly miserable. 'It may, sir! What do you mean byjtbat?' demands the Major. Irasci bly. I tell you Itshan't! It is mon strous! What! a woman like that to throw heratif away upon a worthless fellow, and one who has treated her so Infaraoubly In the past! I tell you I won't hear of it. I thought Clar issa bad more pride.' 'And yet I do not think Bhe Ib wanting In pride,' says Dugdale. 'I don't know what you call it, but l.for one, wouldn't have believed It of her,' says old Hyde, growing slight ly Incoherent. 'I shall speak to her, and if possible prevent it. If I were a young man like you, Dugdale, I should make love to her myself ; pro pose to her, and marry her under his very nose, rather than let such a sac rifice take place. But young men of the present day,' says the Major, disgustedly, 'are abominably wanting in both taste and feeling.' I wish I oould agree with yoUj Bays poor Clive, sadly. As no one else will Interfere, T Phall. Nothing shall prevent me. Her father and I were old cronies, and I shan't stay by and see his girl make such a fatal mistake without uttering a word of warning. I must now go home and scribble a letter or two for the post, and after that I shall walk up straight to Weston and ask her what shemeans. I think I wouldn't if I were you,' Dugdale ventures to say mildly. But I shall sir! Don't talk to me i Pouf ! do you think the anger of the prettiest woman in Europe could turn me from my duty?t.Never !' says the Major, proudly. Dugdale half smiles as they part company, and he continues this way to Weston. The ha'l door, as usual, stands wide open during the glorious August weather, and, making hi" way to the Ptudy where young Carew generally aits, he enters unannoun ced. At the doorway he stands motion less a moment, seeing Carew In earn est conversation with Sir Wilfred Haughton. Hearing him, they both look up, and Carew's expression changes from cold disapprobation to quiok distress. 'It is only Dugdale,' aay3 Haugh ton, with a curious gleam In his dark eyes, and a certain maddening sense of triumph In his slow, deliberate tones. 'No, do not go away. Dug dale ; you are a welcome friend here, and I have no desire to oonceal from you the reason of my presence here to-day. I have come to ask Miss Ca rew's hand In marriage.' Dugdale'pales visibly.and hli brows contract otherwise be suppresses all outward symptoms of emotion. Then suddenly a wild determination to en ter the lists himself; to declare aloud his affection for her, if only to let her Bee how well, though silently, she has been beloved, takes posession of him. Almost without allowing time for reflection, he turns to Carew. and says, with forced composure : 'T, too, have come to Weston to day, bound on the same 'errand. I love your sister, Carew, and would ask her to marry me. Let her choose between us.' George rises slowly. He Is still weak, and fiuds a difficulty in sudden movements; a look of perplexity and discomfort pervades his handsome face; he trifles nervously with a paper-knife that lies beneath his hand. 'You distress me,' he says at leneth. addressing both suitors. "I hardly know what to say. Of course. I shall inform ray sister of the honor vou have both done her. and aud voo must abide by her decision. But It grieves me to know that one of you must ' He pauses, and unconsciously, in bid embarrassment, fixes his eyes on Dugdale. Cllve groans inwardly ; to him it is ailinple matter, the transac tion of that regretful look, the finish Int? of that broken sentence. 'One J of yoa most go to the wall and you Dugdale, are the man.' So he reada it. The brother knowing well the Bister's feelings, had thought kindly to give him gentle warning of what la surely in store for blm. That glance was an ill omen !' Well, well L he throws bis head in angry defiance of cruel fate, and draws his breath a little hard. , At this moment a light and well known step crossing the hall outside makes itself heard. It comes nearer ; the door Is thrown open, and Clarissa fresh and sweet as the perfumed flow ers in her hands, stands upon the threshold. 'Why, what a solemn oonclave, she says, jestingly. 'What long, long faces ! But that the silence of the grave seems to reign, I should tay you were all indulging in a battle royal. What Is, It, George?' laying her hand upon bis shoulder with a bo ft, caressing touch. Taking down the hand, Carew holds it closely In bis own and re gards her with silent 'scrutiny for a full minute. Then glancing at the two men, be says, as though decided : My sistsr is here she shall speak for. herself. Clarissa, Sir Wilfred Haughton and Clive Dugdale wish to tell you that they love you ; they have come this afternoon to ask your hand in marriage. It Ib for you to either refuse them both or make your choice between them.' He has spoken dlpjointedly, but to the purpose. Clarissa, growing white as the lilies in her trembling fingers, shrinks away from him, and letting her flowers fall, covers her face with .her hands. .. Oh ! why have you done this.?' cries she ; It is terrible It Is cruel' 'No it is the wisest .course,' whis pers he, hurriedly. 'It will end at once ail doubt and suspense. Be lieve me, It.ls better so and kinder.' Looking up, she glances first at Sir Wilfred, .who Is evidently anxious, but perhaps a little too assured then timidly at Dugdale, who Is rath er In a back ground, with his head bent downward, and bis arms crossed upon bis breast. Feeling the intensi ty of her regard, he raises his head, aud meets her gaze full. In his eyes there Is a world of sorrowing, a pas sionate regret, a dumb agony, sad through Its hopeless longing. OlarisBa!' says Haughton, entreat ingly, attempting to take her hand. 'No, no." she exclaims, hastily waving him back, her heart beating painfully. Then, 'Clive, will you not speak to me?' she says, moving a step or two In his direction. The effect is electric At her words, Dugdale starts violently, the sadness disappears, and In its place a great gleam of joy rises and illumines his face. Yet even now he hardly believes in his own good fortune. Goiug up to her, he Imprisons her handstand asks, In a voice so chang ed she scarcely Knows it to be.bis.: Am I your choice;?' 'Yea,' faintly. You love me, Clarlsea?'. almost ve hemently. 'Yes,' returns sheagaln. And then overcome by her, emotion and the situation generally, she bursts into tears; whereupon Clive, unmindful of her brother's presence, or that of bis disconcerted rival, catches her In his arms; and with a sob, she lays her'.head upon his breast.! The tenth anniversary .of the mar riage Is called the tin wedding. The invitation cards should be made of tin, on wbloh mav be painted the bully-tins. The arrival ofguests may be announced by the tin-tln-nabula-tlonsof the bell. If any one comes who is not luvited, instruct your ser vant to say, "Not tin." The presents may consist of anything In the tin line, from a boy's whistle to a water spout according toJlthe amount of 'tin' you may have to expend upon them. They werecourtlng: "What makes the star9 bo dim to-night?" she Bald, softly. "Your eyesaresomucb bright er," he whispered, pressing her little hand. They are married now : "I wonder howjiiany telegraph poles it would take to reach from here to tho stars," she remarked musingly. "One if it was long enough," he growled. "Why don'tyou talkcoramon sense?"" Bread Pudding. Uufermented brown bread two ounces; milk half a. pint; oue egg; sugar quarter of an ounce. Cut the bread into slice and; pour the milk over It, boiling hot: let it Btand till well soaked and stir in the egg and sugar, well beaten, with a large grated nutmeg, and bake or steam for one hour. An advertisement in an exchange says : "Linen pants for one dollar." Now, why Bhould Linen pant fororie dollar? And if we were to give Lin en one dollar would it stop pant ing? Does Linen pant for a trade dollar or a Bland dollar? And doe It ever pant for more or lees than a dollar. Insert the stems of cut flowers m water In which twenty-"v Mui..0i" sal-ammoniHO to the quart have been dissolved, and then may be preserved from two to three weeks during the winter. "Taken prisoner and hand cuffed,' said the bad boy when he was appre hended and bad his ears boxed. Charity Ib the salt of riches.