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6if?Ts,'rir tt ITmi i Bin r m0m - ?- r'-Vf. mi, i . imn wm -frm-rTr. . ... inn, MSII ! BWJIWIIB. " " . WHTJKTKJ T i ii -if-r-f- i - K jSgjgggSSSaaSHSSSKKKa' " ., " lis . 1 i ' 'iSr MMMUIUW y -r !) THE GRAPE-VINE SWING. TFb.cn I was a boy on the old pUaUUon, Down by the dcp bayou The Ia.rt:st spot of all crcstioa Un Jer the arch ng blue Viica the wind came over tho cotton and corn, To the long slim loop I'd spring, "With brown feet bare, and a, bat-brim torn. And swing la the grave-vino swing; Swinging in the grapo-vlne swing. Laughing whero the wild birds sing I dream and sigh For the days gone by. Swinging in the grape-vino swing. Oat o'er the water lilies boanio and bright. Hack to tho moss-grown trees; I shouted and laughed with a heart as light As a wild rose tossed by tho breeze. The rcocltlns-blrd joined in my reckless glee, I longed for no angel's wing; J was just as near Heaven as I -wanted to be. Swinging in the grape-vine swing. Swinging in the grape-vine swing, Lau?h ng where the wild birds sing Oh, to bo a boy, "With a heart full of joy. Swinging in the grape-vino swing. Tm wenry at morn, I'm weary at night, I'm fretted and sore of heart; And care is sowing my locks with white As I wend through the fevered mart. Tin t'.red of tho world, with its pride and pomp. And fame seems a worthlcssh'ng; Ttl barter it all for one day's romp And a swing in the grape-vine swing. Swinging in the grape-vine swing, Laughing where the wild birds sing I would I were away From the world to-day. Swinging in tho grape-vino swing. Samuel M. I'eck, in K. O. Times-Democrat. MIRIAM. The Somaiice of Heatherleiih HalL By Maxda L. Crocker. CoryiticiiT, 1SSD. CHAPTER XV. CONTINTER The winter came on, and during its dreary hours Sir llujxirt was obliged to Itt-op ins apartments the greater portion of the time, and grew accustomed to depend ing on the servants entirely. In conse quence, they learned to wateli over him as one would over a troublesome child, only they dsJn't dare to punish him," as Mareia re:::arl;ed somewhat spitefully at the close of a very trviiig day. Hut with the breath of spring asain his spirits seemed to revive a little. He walked out occasion ally, leaning on the arm of one of the serv ants, and breathed tiic sweet air that lnscd the tender buds and silky leaflets forth. Sometimes wheeled about the grounds in his chair, resting here and there in some favorite spot, intent on watching the birds ia the tufted elms, or gazing wistfully high up the ivy-wreathed gables. Tho grand oM Hall never had seemed so much like a magnificent, mausoleum, nor the interior seemed so much like a tomb, as it did this sunny springtide. CHAPTER XVL In these iast days of Ids unlucky life, these last weary days, every thing con ducive to a lingering remorse had united against the proud soul of Sir llupert, even .tlie old facade suggested a tomb. 4tP It only needed a little something more to ip the balance, and in favor of a hastening !emi-.e Sir llupert. could say : "I am ready. Oh ! Charon : i stand waiting on tho treach erous sands." Peevish and restless he finally grew, spending hours in climbing up and down the silent staircases, echoing only to his faltering steps. Sometimes resting on the landings, he "-ouId mutter to himself of the deceased iVniy FercivaL and of Miriam, and often of the little grandson. Then there came a time when he risked the staircase no longer alone; and in these wretched days he strayed about the dark, gloomy corridors above during the long, monotonous summer afternoons, but oftener in tho midnight watches. Tho whole household were daily growing nervous and uneasy, and were obliged to occupy rooms near those of their master in order that his mauystrango fancies might be the easier looked after. Ono great hallucination of these desper ate days was Sir llupert imagined that Mi riam was secreted in the Hall somewhere, and ho caught her peeping through the half-open doors, and -waking him so often from his afternoon naps, he said. For hours aad hours bo would search along the halls and corridors, going with stealthy step and unwearying patience. Often he -would pause in these searches and listen long aad anxiously for the sound of her footstep and the music of her voice. Some times he would start up at dead of night and cry out, eagerly: "Oh! she is coming now; Miriam, my beautiful daughter, is coming; I can hear her steps on the stairs !" c; rowing contented after these outbursts and glad nights of expectation, ho would 7777 iU Prs"z's PN firm 'l -WILL SOT Xnni TOO FURTHER SOW, JAMES." wait quietly for her appearing until another nervous attack seized him, or he had quite forgotten whom he was waiting for. Once he was so determined that Miriam had been in his apartments and had touched him on his arm, awakening him irom a sound nap, that all the servants had to be aroused to scarca for her because ho failed to iiad her. All uncomplaining the sleepy household instituted a mock search to quiet him. So thus in the midnight hour, with tapers alight, they moved slowly about the silent, gloomy rooms, above and below, searching for the satisfaction of their master, who fol lowed them in his feeble march, leaning on the arm of one of their number and talking incessantly of his children. A f tcr hours of marching to and fro, hither 'td thithcr.at Sir llupcrt's designation, he ranly concluded she was hiding in tbo glcry, and no words of persuasion would cetcr him from gomg thither. A. search in tha lonely ctf all lonely rooms at Heatber- lelgh was all that would pacify him, and with many misgivings and superstitious fears crowding their courage to the wall the servants led him into the chamber of sorrows and bitter memories. Ancil and James guided Sir Rupert's feeble steps, and the trembling Peggy went ahead with a lighted taper. "Howly mother of Christ!" she ejacu lated, as sho stepped aside for Mareia to un lock the apartment, "an if this ghostly perado wud only coom to an md Oi'd falc re laved immensely." The key grated in the unused lock, the heavy door swung open, and tho party en tered tho midnight gloom of tho musty, close atmosphere of tho gallery. On entering, Sir Rupert cast a quick, In quiring glance around bun, as if really ex pecting to seo Miriam somewhere in the gloom, but nothing save the empty silence of the shadows rewarded his anxious vision. lie stood perplexed and disappointed for some time, and the white-faced, frightened servants watched him with bated breath. What next! The question was plain in each face of tho much-tormented household. But tho question was unswered without delay, for Sir Rupert, as if recollecting him self, suddenly stretched out his arms to ward tho row of reversed portraits opposite him, and while a light of recognition glad dened his old face ho exclaimed, almost gleefully: "Ah! now Miriam U here after all." They assisted his eager steps across to the portraits indicated by his unnaturally bright eyes, and instinctively paused be neath Miriam's picture. James turned over the portrait, at a look from Sir Rupert, and I'eg?y held the taper up close to tho bcauti ful face looking calmly, proudly down from its heavy black drapery on tho midnight visitors. And Sir Rupert exclaimed eagerly, clasp ing his thin fingers in rapture: "Oh! Miriam, my daughter, you are here; the old, merciless tradition of cur house is at fault at last ! There is love love, instead of hate, existing between us; between Sir Rupert Percival and child. Is it not so, Miriam!" and his face lighted up wonderfully with love's wistful questioning. Peggy hid her face in her apron and sobbed convulsively, while Ancil and James brusned the unbidden tears from their over flowing eyes in silence. Oh ! the eager, hopeless questioning of an affection that came too late! "Lord! what a pass it has come to," moaned the sobbing housekeeper, and James made answer in a choked voice: "Yes, too lato is the Only certainty of the HalL" Sir Rupert caught at their meaning, es pecially tho lament of the honest butler, on whose faithful arm he rested. A shadow of deep disappointment crossed his features as ho looked from one weeping servant to another, and then, as if realizing something of tho cause of their grief, he dropped his hands nerveless by his side, and murmured in a blank, uncertain way: "Ah! I sec Low it is at last." Then standing quietly as if revolving the matter more thoroughly in his mind, ho burst out with: "Merciful God! I had for gotten. Miriam is indeed here; but she only is here to gaze on her aged father ?u Mil! m. i JJT' -TVs- i ii i-yv-s a j&Si va &u&5&. IQMif " AH ! I SEE DOW IT IS AT LAST." with merciless reproach. She will not speak to me, her poor, old, stricken father! Oh! she is beautiful, but so cold; heartless and cold is my only daughter, and dumb to all entreaty. Yes, James ; I am too late ! I don't quite understand it; but I feel that I am too late for reconciliation for some rea son. Miriam understands it; I know by her looks. Take me away, James; take me away before my old heart is slain in its faithfulness; before she kills me with her proud, cold, wordless contempt!" "Howly mitherl an what a taching this expairianco wud be to sum o' thiia as holds spiteand hathred anion gt him selves, ef they only cud be hero to hear an' see," said Ancil, desperately, as ho turned the portrait to its reversed position. Then they started with Sir Rupert for his apartments. "1 wish to his highness that this may be his last trip," exploded Mareia, desperately, as she banged the massive door to its place with an angry wrench, and turned the key in tho lock viciously. "Hush! yohaythenish spalpeen," repri manded Peggy, savagely. "An' ye'U need to chop out this night's lesson feryer avil feclin's." "It's no evil thing to wish him dead, I'm sure," responded Mareia, with a defiant toss of her head. The dismayed Clarkson mado no response to this assertion, and Mareia hung the key in its accustomed ring with the air of one who has won the day by a rash, but nevertheless complimentary, method. Outside tho Hall the winds were whis pering in the great elms and sighing in tho dark, gloomy yews, predictive of a rising storm. Not one of the inmates, however, bad noticed the gathering of tho threatening el ements, so intense had been tho weird ex citement within. A sudden and heavy peal of thunder drew their attention to the fact, and they hurried up the staircase as fast as their almost helpless master would allow. Ho bad become in these latter days of his life terribly frightened whenever a thunder-storm came on, and they wished to get him into his own apartments belore the tempest burst over Heatherieigh. But he was not to be hu rricd. He slowly mounted the stairs murmuring: "So proud! so cold! so dumb! Oh! Miriam! No pity; no love:" Suddenly there came a vivid and blinding flash, followed by a peal of bsaven's artil lery that reverberated through the Hall, and seemed to shake Heatherieigh to its ancient corner-stone. Sir Rupert staggered and fell prone on the landing without a cry; the servants carelessly extinguished the tapers in their terror and Peggy shrieked out that the "God above had taken Mareia at her wurrud." - CHAPTER XVn. Wedding bells rang out ckar and sweet on tho soft, breezy September air. It was the morning of Patty's wedding. All nat ure vied with the merry-making of the in mates of Fairfax Place to make the day one never to bo forgotten for its beauty. Mme. Montcalm, the mother of the groom, and his sister Louise, a pale, quiet , -. ujr ar -w v-, girl, in silks and diamonds, had come down from London to take part ia the festivities. The Fairfax family not being yet out of mourning, the wedding was a quiet one, and did' not take on the air of grandeur Mme. Montcalm desired it might. She was rather vain and fond of display, and this being the occasion of the marriage of her only son, she was a little disappointed that the momentous af fair did not come out in the blaze of social glory she deemed necessary. Nevertheless she was sure that her son Hollis was mar rying into a very aristocratic family, and that his wife was a model of good breeding and a beauty of tho pure English type, and that was something to be proud of. They had lost their property, to bo sure, once, but now they were, if any thing, bet ter off than formerly; though people did say that it was mainly through the super human efforts and wonderful business tact of the dead brother and son that the Fair fax house .was again recognized in polite society. "I am so glad that it happens to bo such a perfect day, it portends a happy life, you know." Mine. Montcalm was speaking to one of the guests in the handsomely decorated rooms at the Fairfax home. "Yes," answered tho ono addressed. "I sincerely hope the second marriage of tho Fairfax house will prove a happier one than tho first; though that one was happy enough had not its first years been clouded with hard, grinding toil, and the last by the failing health, and finally the death of the husband." "I understood they wero very much de voted to ono another," said Mme. Mont calm, avoiding the mention of toil, which grated on her aristocratic ears, and devot ing herself to the heart-side of the subject. "Oh! certainly," was the rejoinder. "Arthur Fairfax was a devoted husband to a most devoted wire, isy the bye, bis widow will not be here at Patricia's wed ding. She is just recovering from a long illnecs and, although able to be about, will not undertake the trip." And other guests having arrived, came up to claim the attention of the speaker and get an introduction to tbo very aristo cratic madame, the mother of the groom, whoso vanity was very much flattered by tho attention she was receiving from Pa tricia's friends. No, Miriam could not go over to attend Patty's wedding; she felt that she had no part in happiness now; but the day was beautiful, and Patty, sister Patty, would be very happy. It was not far over to Fairfax Place, a lonely country seat, just outside a dreamy, quiet village, nestled among the hills, some few miles up tho shore. Patty had wanted her to come, but had not urged, knowing that her heart was soro over her losses. She walked the length of the bit of beach below the rocks where she had been sitting out the morning. A great white gull cir cled over her head ami sped away as free as air. The morning sun danced on the calm waters, and a fewvhite drifting clouds lay lazily above the downs stretching away to ward tho citv. It was on aday somcthinglike this, though not nearly so perfect, that she and Arthur were married; but not with sanction and merry-making which -would smile a God speed for Patricia. Hark! what wasfliat? Was it Patty's weddin? chimed She hardlv thouirht she A could heartfCHBbells of St. Martin from where sho ftooa. But, yes; it must bo them. Miriam put her hands quickly to her ears to shut out the sound, and sat down by an overturned boat to think. as she selfish-hearted, that she could not bear to bear tho ringing of the bills even! No; but some way it brought it all back so vividly her own weduing night. Not like Patty's marriage, celebrated in the glow of tho beautiful morning, amid friends and music and flowers; no, in tho shadows and quiet, somber interior of lonely little All Saints' she was given away by a stranger, and as a wife she crossed the gloomy porch and walked by the dead, out to the portals of the quiet church-yard, without a song, without a flower, or a smile. Well, it was fitting, after all; the cere mony wasonlyatypeof all the rest. No! not all, for Arthur, dear, dead Arthur was true and affectionate, but she meant tho dark sido of the after years. She had only the shadows of death in view this morning; they were always trailing across her path way; their dank denscness had grown sec ond nature to her soul, for sho had become morbid on shadows. But it wouldn't do, this moping fefever in the mists; sho would go up to tho house, and be glad for Patricia. About now the fair village lassies were strewing flowers in Patty's way happy Patty 1 Drawing tho soft, rich wrap about her frail shoulders, Miriara toiled wearily up over the rugged path toward tho Rest, try ing to feel happy for dear sister Patty's sake. Where a turn came in the path, by a rock jutting out from among its hoary fellows, Miriam paused for rest. She might have had the carriage and have driven down tho beach road, but she chose to be alone. The presence of even the boy in livery would have disturbed her to-day, she thought, so she had descended the bridle-path alono lor her morning walk on the shore. Far away she caught sight of sails gleam ingin the sunlight; some pure white, some cream and rose-tinted, and a great wave of something like homesickness crept over her. The letter which a white-winged messenger had sped away with months ago had been answered. And that dear friend of her mother's had said : "Come ;" but only a lew days after the receipt of the friendly epistle a raging fever had seized her and sho had hovered between this world and the next for days. Since then she had not been strong enough to undertake a voyage, espe cially unattended. In those uncertain days of her severe ill ness Patricia had never left her bedside. Devoted and kind, she had nursed her through until the physician said: "She will live." Why she had not been permitted to cross over and enter into rest-and be with her beloved ones was to Miriam a dark problem. But now, as soon as she was strong enough to warrant starting, she was going to her mother's friend on the shores of tho Narragansett, to cozy little Bay View, as the place had been described to hcrby letter. A party of rosy-cheeked children passed her, scampering down the path, their prim, pretty nurse bringing up the rear with the lunch basket on one plump arm, while over tbo other she had swung her bat with its wreath of wild autumn flowers she had gathered by the roadside. They made a pretty picture. Ono of the children ran up to her, offering her a bouquet of yellow fall flowers i had crushed into a withered condition in its chubby palms. She took tho blossoms with a 'thank you" to please the little one, while the rosy nurse curtsied! re spectfully and passed by. They were from Tho Cliffs, a pleasant, roomy mansion some two miles farther up the shore; doubtless the family carriage had been left up at Atherton Place, a f ew rods from The Rest, and the children bad been sent down to the beach for a half- day's outing in charge of Erms, the bright eyed foreign nurse-girl. Miriam recognized them instantly, having met them on the beach quite of tea during the summer, and the Athcrtons, sho bad learned, were relatives. "What a happy little party," mused Miriam, looking after them and watching rather regretfully each little head pass down and out of sight. "What a merry, sunny home The Cliffs must be," she added, thoughtfully. A merry shout from one of the children ; raueniionanu ue. wr wllhue ThJ purple ivy clusters showed rich and dark against the gray stone of the old wall bv which she passed, while here and there a great leaf of the luxurious vino flamed into scarlet. Ah! yes, it was' autumn; autumn of the cycling year once more and dreary, desolate autumn of her ncart and aimless life; and she looked up through the tree-dotted park and saw through hot tears the silent grandeur of the Rest. The cur tains were drawn, and rooms filled with a desolateness that made her heart sink. But the windowsmust.be thrown open, tho knotted crape removed, and tho merry sunshine must be admitted, for Patty was Jtieiorni "WHAT A I1APPV LITTLn PARTY!" coming soon, and Patty's life and exuberant spirits should not be dampened by even a suggestion of what she had suffered. No; it would be cruel. And Patty came. The great lonely drawing-room was thrown open, and tho sweet toned piano in the dim recess, which had been siteut as the grave for so long, was once more brought to light, and to life also, for Patty's deft lingers swept tho for gotten chords and made music once again. Miriam felt at first that it was almost sacrilege, but tho sober second thought prompted a saner view of tho matter. But tho tears would como in spite of her efforts Tfc"--.r-T' " fcS. i i gc-igryscrg to be cheeriui, lor now sue baa not even a service will be disgraced. The Chapul home. It was Patty's, and she-wcll,.sho t h havo n t traditions to was welcome, nay, urged to mako it her, .'.. . ;, . . .. .. . .. ,m ,.-;tH ti.m ,i wm ATti ' sustain them, for in the tinio of tho UUU.U .... .U...U, UWU U...J ....u., ... his genial, cordial way, had requested her j to do so. But it wasn't homenotwithstand- ing, yet Patricia made it pleasant for her, very pleasaut, and next to the beloved dead, she loved Patricia. They had been sitting in the cozy little parlor upstairs, which commanded a lovely bit of sea view, she and Patty, in the bright, sweet weather of tho late autumn, busy discussing a little run Hollis intended to make down to the mines for his father-in-law when a letter was brought in. "Were is tho mistress of Jhe 'ousel" de manded tho carrier of the porter who answered his impatient ring. "Hi was to give this letter into 'crown 'ans," he added. before the polite servant could make an-1 swer. roninvuu me puner usuereu una into the waiting-room and sent for Patricia. "Ere is a letter of important news, missus, ban hit requires han hanswer right ha-way," communicated the lad, ris ing with cap In hand as Patricia came for ward. "Please to wait a moment, then," said Patricia, scanning the superscription in the dim light TO BE CONTINUED. STYLE IN WRITING. Tlionsbts 3Iailn Imperishable by the Beauty of Their Setting. Thero must bo workmanship as well as design. The way a thing is dono can kill it or give it life. The touch of Cellini makes the precious metal a hundred-fold moro precious. We do demand ideas from an author; but if he docs not know, or does not care to know, how to express them, he might as well not have them, and might better set up as a reviewer. It is easier business to disparage literature than to pro ducoit; easier to undervalue style than to acquire it However, that undefinablo dis tinction which we callrfjb is quite capa ble of taking care of itself. A page of prose or verse without this quality is like a man without g od manners; ho may be a person of excellent intentions, but he is not desirable company, and ultimately finds himself dropped. A notable thing in every work poem, history or novel that has survived its own period is perfection of form. It is that which has kept it It is the amber that preserves the fly. I have no doubt that thousands of noble conceptions havo been lost to us because of the inadequacy of their literary form. Certain it is that many thoughts and fancies, of no great value in themselves, have been made imperishable by the faultlcssncss of their setting. For example, if Richard Lovelace whose fe licities, by tho way, were purely accidenta, had said to Lucas ta: "Lucasta, my girl, I couldn't think half so much of you as I do if I didn't feel it my duty to enlist for the war. Do you catch on !" if Richard Love lace, I repeat, had put it in that fashion, his commendable sentiment would havo been forgotten in fifteen minutes; but when he said "I could not love thee, dear, so much Loved I not honor more" ho gave to England a lyric that shall last longerthan the Thomas embankment The difference in the style of these two ad dresses to Lucasta illustrates just the dif ference there is between literature and that formless commonplace which certain of our critics suppose to be life. Atlantic Admlratloa and ZABffhter. Admiration and laughter are of such op posite natures that they are seldom cre ated by the same person. The man of mirth is always observing the follies and weaknesses, the serious writer the virtues or crimes, of mankind; one is pleased with contemplating a fop, the other a hero; even from the samo objects they would draw dif ferent ideas. m Cocaine la Variola. Dr. Cerni calls attention in La Xbrmandie Medioalo to recent observations regarding the treatment of variola by tho employment of cocaine in doses of from two to live cen tigrams. The period of suppu ration is said to Be shortened to a remarkable extent, and the general result produced are most satis factory. Tokqcoi?, given by loving bands, carries with it happiness and good fortune. Its color always pales when the well-being t the-giver is ia peril. Ills aa emblem ef prosperity, and is dedicated to December. In the zodiac it stands for BaSfcra, aaa"ai metallurgy for lead. MEXICO'S WEST POINT. How Cadet Are Trained la the Military School at Chapajtrper. At present about thirty per cent, of the officers of tho army are graduates of the national Military College at Cha pultepec, where about three hundred cadets constantly are in training, and whence about sixty officers are graduated ippp-ffhy. I. similar to that at West Point, and the ' gradual retirement of the older officers, . combined with this constant addition of young officers whphave been thoroughly trained in accordance with tho best of modern military theories, is having a very marked effect in raising the moral tone of the army and in increasing its practical efficiency. Tho cadets, as a rule, are drawn from the upper classes of Mexican society, but among them and this is a very prominent element in tho new army aro a number of young fellows whose brown or brownish skins show their native Indian blood. It is a notable and hopeful fact that the native Indians more and more are com ing to tho front in tho government of their own country. Juarez, who, all things considered, was the greatest statesman that Mexico as yet has pro duced, was an Indian of the pure blood, and President Diaz owes in part to his dash of this lino strain his patient reso lution and his steady courage in con tending with great difficulties. Tho presence of these brown-faced lads among tho cadets, and of brown faced men in the national Congress and in the various departments of tho government, is a sign of healthy national growth, of which tho importance scarcely can bo over estimated. As a whole, the ca det battalion presents a flno soldierly appearance; and tho individual cadet, as seen on the streets of tho City of Mexico on Sundays and feast-days, when off from Chapultepec on all day leave, is as well set-up, soldierly a young fellow as is to be found anywhero. And even the "eockyness" of these spruce lads in their handsomo uniforms, while likely to make an old soldier smile a little in a kindly way. is a sign of proper pride in an honorable profession that an old soldier best appreciates and is least dis posed seriously to condemn. Pride in the uniform means pride in the service, and is a sign that when tho time comes , for lighting neither tho uniform nor the American invasion they lore a brave part in defending tho hill on which their college stands against the assault of Scott's army. At the baso of the i'-hill a monument iittinslv commemo- rates the heroism of these young sol diers and eloouentlv exhibits how well they fought by tho long list of names graven upon it of those who that day died. Altogether, tho Military College is an institution of which the Mexicans, in the army and out of it, are justly proud; for both in its processess and in its results it is highly creditable to the nation at large. 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