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Unn you earthly marksmen And,
Like this so-called boy-god Cupid,
Mlschlovous and color-blind?
Now, h takes ft dart from quiver. j
Alms at tender hearts but look! v
It lift pierced the young man's liver, r
And has struck her pocket-book.
Lookagatnl With glee Inhuman
Flics tho arrow o'er Its track
Men and learned and white tho woman,
, , But the man is coarso and black.
Thus tho boy-god takes Ms pleasure,
Aiming wildly, shooting wide, .
Ever filling tip tho measure
01 distress and humbled prido.
s.
Were ho mortnt, he would suffer; .
Hut keep well this thought In view:
lie would mnJ some pathway rougher,
Were this flesh immortal, too.
Columbus Dispatch.
MB. BOLDON'S EXPEDIENT.
"I am fairly dialled ruined tlono
for. I had better order my colfin
while I cnn pay for it." This was tho
cad soliloquy of Mr. James Boldon,
solicitor and notary public, as ho Bat
nlono in his offlco in High-st., West'
borough, ono October morning.
And truly Mr. James Boldon's po
sition was not a happy ono. llo was
young man, lately admitted as a
solicitor, and ho had spent all his
littlo capital to no purposo in trying
to mako a practice for himself in tho
town of Wcstborough.
Ho was almost a strangor in tho
town, and, although ho had been thoi'o
nearly n year, he had hardly succeeded
in making un acquaintance, much lees
in gaining clients, Tho report that
there was "an opening" in tho place,
on tho strength of which ho had como
thcro, had proved to bo entiroly fal
lacious. Tho town was just largo
enough to hido him. It was in vain
that ho went regularly to St. Augus
tino's Mission Chapel, in tho hopo of
having his namo put on tho building
commltteo of tho now church: in vain
that ho frequented (at proper hours)
tho billiard-room of tho new Royal
Hotol; in vain that ho sedulously at
tended tho county court andthopolico
court with a glazed black bag which
held nothing but a nowspaporand ono
or two law books. Business would
not como to him. Nobody knew him,
and nobody cared to know him.
Thcro was, indeed, ono man who
know him ono who might, if ho had
had nny business whatovor, have
proved a useful friond Mr. Lionel
Winn, editor of Tho Wcstborough In
dependent. Tho young lawyer had
xnado tho acquaintance of Mr. Winn
over tho billiard tablo. But of what
uso was it to havo tho means of get
ting a flattering notico in tho nowspa
er, when there was absolutely noth
ig to notice?
It was nearly 12 o'clock. Mr. James
Boldon had been looking over his ledg
crandovon his sanguino disposition
failed him, as ho marked tho stato of
things thoro disclosed. Ho roso from
tho table with a groan, put onhishat,
and.tollinghissolitaryofiice-boy (who
was improving his timo by boring
holes in tho lid of his desk) that ho
would not bo in till after lunch, ho
Ballicd forth into tho street.
Not having any particular object in
viuw, ho thought ho might as wollgoto
tho railway station and get n London
paper, and thither ho directed his
steps.
After buying his paper, Boldon ob
served on tho platform tho station
master, whom ho know by sight, en
gaged in an angry altercation with an
elderly man, who looked like a farm
laborer. A littlo crowd surrounded
tho disputants, and Boldon sauntered
up to Beo what was the matter.
"A tell 'eo a'vocoom f rom Lamborno,
an' a'll pay no more," said the man.
"You must pay tho faro from Lon
don all tho same," returned tho station-master,
angrily. "Hero'B tho by
Ww. You can read it for yourself
that is, if you can read."
"iNaw.acnan't."
"Well, it says that any ono travel
ing without a ticket must pay tho faro
from tho station at which tho train
started. How am I to know you only
got on at Lamborno?"
Tho dispute went on, tho station
master, who had been a sergeant in
tho guards and had a great idea of the
importance ol his office and tho neces
sity of enforcing tho law, having evi
dently tho best of it. Tho young solic
itor ventured to say something for tho
man, and was roughly advised to mind
Ills own business. This rather nettled
him; and as tho poor man protested
that ho could not pay tho faro from
London soven shillings and ten pence
and thero wob every prospect that
ho would bo taken beforo tho magis
trates, Bolden good-naturedly paid
tho money for him, and tho matter
was at an end.
Our hero walked abstractedly back
to his office, pondering over tho hard
caso of tho poor man whom ho had
succored; and his deliberations lasted
for soma timo.
On the following Saturday morning
Bolden omitted to shave, and stayed
indoors all day. After a substantial
early dinner ho proceeded to make
eomo changes in his raiment. Ho put
on an old tweed suit considerably tho
woreo for wear, and a pair of boots
that had seen better days. His hat
he took from a well-merited oblivion,
and finally adorned his neck with' a
red and blue woolen comforter. Thus
equipped, he set out for a walk to Lam
Conic, a small town abou? ten miles
off.
Ho reached his destination about 7
o'clock in tho evening, and his first
proceeding was to go to an inn and or
der some tea. Having refreshed him
self lie left tho inn after exchanging a
few words with tho landlady, and vis
ited two or three shops. In each shop
ho made ono or two email purchases,
directing that the cQodsshould bo sent
to him at Westborough; and in each
. case he was careful to take a receipt
for the money ho paid. Then he went
to tho railway Btation, at which ho
Jcnew tho LoncbxCrain for Westbor
ugh and cne west would stop, in a few
minutes, mado ono or two trilling pur
l chases at the bookstall and managed
to ongago tho man who kept tho stall
in conversation ior somo timo. uio
train camo In as ho was still talking to
thn man at tho bookstall, and Bolden
auiotlvtook his scat in it, without,
having gono through tho formality of
taking a ticket.
When tho train arrived at Wcstbor
ough, tho young solicitor explained
that ho had joined the train at Lam
borno and tendorcd tho faro from that
town. As ho expected, thomoncy was
refused, and tho full faro from Lon
don demanded. This Mr. Boldon
positively refused to pay, and accord
ingly ho was detained till tho Btation
master was sent for.
That official, in all tho majesty of
gold-laced coat and tall hat, soon ar
rived, much annoyed at beingdisturb
cd at his evening meal.
"What's all this about?" ho do
manded Btcrnly, as ho camo upon tho
sccno.
"They want to mako mo pay tho
faro all tho way from London, and
I'vo only como from Lamborno," an
sworcd Boldon in a humblo tono.
"Of courso you must pay tho wholo
faro. Thcro's a by-law on purposo,
mado and provided."
Mr. Boldon mournfully shook his
head. "Oh, no, sirl" ho said meekly,
"I really can't do that."
"You'll havo to go to tho lock-up,
then." rejoined tho station-master,
roughlv. "You'd best pay up."
Mr. Boldon, only shook his head
again and sighed heavily.
"Ab tho lawyer expected tho official
was exasperated uy hU obstinacy
and encournged in his high-handed
manner by tho meekness with which
ho was confronted. Nono of tho rail
way pcoplo recognized in tho shabbily
dressed, unshaved individual beforo
thorn tho spruce gentleman who had
paid a poor man's faro a few days bo
lore. "Bonnor, go for a constable,"
eaid the station-master, with the air
of an inllcxiblo judge awarding a term
of twenty years penal servitude
"Don't do that; I'll givoyou my namo
and address, I'm known in tho place
that is, I'm quito respectable you
know."
"Oh, I daro say," returned tho
station-master, with with truo official
Biiperciliousness.
Thero was an awful pauso whilo tho
portor was gone to fetch thoconstable,
"Don't you think," suggested Boldon,
almost timidly "don't you think it
might bo as well to telegraph to Lon
don for instructions?"
Tho station-master frownod.
"They couldn't complain of you in
that case, at any rato," pursued
Boldon.
Tho station-master hesitated.
"I'll wait in tho waiting-room till
you got an answor," said Boldon, as
ho led tho.way to that cheerful apart
ment. Tho official darted a suspicious
glanco at his prisoner. Still, tho advico
was prudent and ho acted upon it. In
half an hour tho answer camo back.
"Tho passenger without a ticket must
pay tho faro from London, or bocharg
od ncforotho magistrates."
"Just let mo seo tho message you've
got," said Boldon, when thercsultwas
announced to him. "If it is as you
say I'll go quietly or elso pay."
They showed him tho message
"No, I really can't pay all that mon
oy, you know," said Boldon sadly, as
ho read tho telegram; and accordingly
he wasmarchedoff to thopolico office,
guarded by a policeman on tho right
and by a constable in tho imposing
uniform of tho Great Railway Com
pany on tho left.
As it was Saturday night, nothing
could bo dono that day, and Mr. Bol
don did not choose to disturb tho Sab
bath rest of Mr. Lionel Winn, his only
availablo' friend, by a3king him to bail
him out on Sunday.
On tho Monday morning, however,
an early message was sent to Mr.
Winn and ho promptly appeared and
bailed out tho young lawyer, who was
heartily tired of his incarceration. La
ter in tho day tho caso camo on beforo
tho magistrates and Mr. Boldon. at
tended with tho landlady of tho inn at
Lamborno and ono of tho shopkeepers
who wero ablo and willing to prove
that ho could not possibly havo trav
eled from agrcaterdistanco than Lam
borno on the preceding Saturday night.
HMin ilinrrrn ii'fiu rf f ntnton iltumioonl
ono of tho magistrates a jolly old fel
low, named Bracebridge, remarking
that Mr. Boldon. who seemed to bo a
respectablo solicitor, had been treated
shamefully, and that if ho stood in
Mr. Boldon's place ho would bo inclin
ed to lot tho Great Railway company
hear of tho matter acam,
Noxt day tho Wcstborough Inde
pendent contained a long account of
tho "incrediblo and really scandalous
outrago to which ono of tho most
respected members of the legal profes
sion m our town has been subjected;"
and it need hardly bo said that, in a
day or two, tho courso at which tho
worthy magistrato had hinted was
adopted. Mr. Boldon brought his ac
tion against tho railway company for
falso imprisonment and ir.allcijus
prosecution.
As everybody knows, Wcstborough
is an aBsizo town, and the caso of Bol
don v. tho Great Railway company
excited a good deal of public interest.
Everybody wished to know h6w tho
law stood on tho question, for every
body had had occasion sometime or
other to travel without a ticket.
Mr. Bustard, Q. C, was counsel for
tho plaintiff, and nobly ho performed
his task. He pictured his client, a
member of an honorable profession, a
gentleman of delicate and sensitive
feelings, dragged by the ruthless hands
of tho polico through tho crowded
streets on a Saturday night, exposed
to tho rude gazo of tho jeering mob,
and shut up in a cold lonely cell for
tho greater part of two wholo days.
And all for what? Because this gen
tlemau had the courage, tho public
spirit to resist an unreasonable and
illegal impost. It was tho interest of
every railway traveller ho might,
therefore say of every man. woman
and child in tho three kingdoms that
the rights of the traveller and tho lib
erty of tho subject should bo vindicat
ed In tho person ot his client. "My
client does not care for damages, gen
tlemen,", said Mr. Bustard in conclu
sion. "That Js not his object in coming
here. His object id to expose an
abuse, an illegal abuso gentlemen,
which has been toolongcontinued to
clear his own character ot tho igno
miny which has been cast upon it vin
dicate tho sacredprinciple of tho liber
ty of a free-born Englishman."
Ab for tho question of law, Mr.
Lynx, who was for tho railway com
pany, hardly ventured to rely upon
it. "It has been held over and over
again," said Mr. Justlco Portman,
that this by-law is bad and Illegal. It
affects to inflict a fino of arbitrary
and varying amount, where there fa
no breach of tho criminal law; for
horo, as in most such cosos, there is
no pretonco that thero was any at
tempt to defraud. You will find a
verdict for tho plaintiff, gentlemen,"
ho added to tho jury, "with such dam
ages asyou, looking at all tho circum
stances of tho case, may think will
fairly compensnto tho plaintiff for tho
wrong ho has Buffered."
Tho jury promptly found their ver
dictdamages fifty pounds. Tho re
Btilt was received with some cheering,
which becamo general when Mr.
Bustard announced that his client had
nevor intended to put tho damages in
his own pocket, and that ho would
send a check for tho amount to tho
treasurer of tho County Hospital.
This well-timed generosity settled
tho question of Mr. Boldon's popular
ity. The Ladies' Committee of tho
hospital nominated him at onco as
ono of their male advisers, and his
namo was put on tho list of life gov
ernors. The amateur dramatic and
choral societies sent him tickets for
their entertainments, given for the
benefit of charity. Tho Wcstborough
Independent printed in a prominent
position tho letter of tho hospital
treasurer gratefully acknowledging Mr.
Boldon's munificent gilt, and added a
few laudatory words oi his own.
Finally, aftor a pleasant littlo supper
in Mr. Boldon's lodgings, thero ap
peared tho following paragraph in
that oxccllcnt organ of public opinion:
"Wo havo hoard it rumored lately
that a few of our moro prominent
townsmen have been talking of ac
cording to Mr. James Boldon, solicit
or, a substantial mark of their ap
preciation of his public-spirited be
havior in a lato trial, and of his dis
interested conduct in Handing over
tho fruits of his victory to ono of tho
most deserving of our local charities.
Wo havo heard it whispered that W.
II. Braccbridge, esq., J. P., who has
already publicly expressed bin sympa
thy with Mr. Boldon and Algernon
Tracey, esq., the treasurer to tho
Dalcshiro County Hospital, have ex
pressed somo intention of heading tho
subscription list. Wo give this to
our readers with all possible reserve,
but wo havo no hesitation whatever
in saying that such conduct on the
part of tho gentlemen wo havo named
would rellect honor up on themselves,
and would not bo wanting in appro
priateness, as tho names of both of
these gentlemen havo been associated
with tho public vindication of Mr.
Boldon's honor. Our readers may de
pend upon our keopingthem acquaint
ed with tho progress of ovonts."
This promise was so faithfully car
ried out and tho proposed testimoni
al was so thoroughly taken for grant
ed that Mr. Bracebridgo and Mr.
Tracey found themselves compelled
to take tho honorablo placo which
had been assigned to them. Tho
mark of esteem took the form of a
purse of sovereigns, which reached tho
respectablo iiguro of ono hundred
pounds.
A dinner was held as a matter of
courso, to celebrate tho event, and
the presentation was mado in proper
form. Mr. James Boldon returned
thanks with a becoming modesty, de
claring with somo humor that more
by far than oven their generous gift
did ho valuo tho happy consciousness
that his humblo efforts in tho public
service had been appreciated, that ho
had gained tho good will of his neigh
bors and that ho was now no longer
a stranger in their midst but ono of
themselves, a Westborovian to tho
backbone, accounting tho esteem and
respect of his fellow-citizens his rich
est possession.
In this Mr. Boldon was perfectly
right. Clients camo in apace. Ho
had got his namo up for good.
Whitehall Review.
A Farmer Dumfounded.
From tho Rncklnnd, Me., Courier.
A Rockland man who owned a cow
made a bargin with a butcher to kill
and sell it on commission. It so hap
pened that the first offer tho butcher
received lor the meat wa3 from tho
owner of tho cow, who did not. recog
nize the carcass. Three-quarters of
the meat was Bold to him for five
cents a pound, and he afterward sold
it again at a small profit. The next
day ho bought tho remaining quarter,
beating the accommodating butcher
down on his price, and sold that
quarter for a small profit. When ho
settled with tho butcher for his own
cow ho was indignant that the meat
man sold it so cheap, and was dum
founded when he heard that he him
self was tne purchaser.
A Dying Mother's Prayer An
swered. From tho New York Sun.
A Maine newspaper says that Mrs.
Esther Potter, of Long Ridge, who
has just died, after a long illness (rom
consumption, was the mother of four
children, the youngest a baby. Sho
could not bear to think of leaving thn
littlo one, and constantly prayed
that it might go with her when sho
died. A Jew days ago, when it was
plain that she was about to die, sho
called her family around her, and
bade them good-by, an! then, clinging
to her baby, prayed that it might die
too. It had been perfectly well, ap
parently, but, after a kiss from its
dying mother, closed its eyes, and in
five minutes was dead.
Pastor "My dar little child, 1 6aw
you shed tears while I was preaching
last Sunday when you was in church
Willi jiuili nil. ca, on, a o oir
sleepy and mamma pinched me so
hard."
A MODEL LOVE STORY.
When tho average writer of short
stories or sketches determines to in
voivo what is classed by tho general
public as a "love story," he begins by
selecting fanciful names for his hero
and heroine. Then ho describes them
at length as to their personal appear
ance ani rather briefly as to their
qualities and character. The horoino
ho Invariably endows with all the
physical charms that nature in hor
kindest moods bestows; or, if ho goes
so far out of tho beaten rut as to ad
mit of tho outset of tho narativo that
she is not exactly beautiful, ho at
once hastonB to provide hor with cer
tain specific charms, of such tran
scendent beauty that all possibly ad
mitted defects aro driven so far into
tho background as to become entirely
forgotten. Thero seems to bo an un
written code among story writers to
tho effect that it is utterly impossible
for a man truly to love a woman unless
she has physical beauty that Ven
us would havo envied. Tho possibil
ity that truo womanliness alono, in
tho broadest sense of that term, may
inspiro love, never occurs to thorn, or
if it does, they crush it back as un
worthy of consideration.
Tho porsonal appearanco of tho
hero is not considered of so great im
portance, though it is usually deemed
advisable to shower upon him a fair
supply of what is commonly termed
"manly beauty," a conveniently flexi
ble expression, admitting a variety of
interpretations. His character is but
vaguely alluded to.
Having thus "created" tho principal
characters, tho writer inspires them
with a mutual passion for each other,
which ho calls love, but which is gen
erally developed into a strange mix
tures of folly, fathomless distress and
excruiating agony.
Obstacles aro shoved between the
lovers ad libitum, and regardless of
consequences, for tho truth' of tho ad
age that "tho courso of truo love
never did run smooth" must be main
tained at all hazards, even at tho risk
of driving tho lovers to madness or
death (in the story), and of shrouding
tho reader in Stygian gloom. The
hated rival, tho treacherous female
friend of tho horoine, the proud and
obstinate parent, the miscarried let
ter theso and a hundred and one
other well-worn means aro employed
to destroy tho lovers' bliss. They
are, perchance, separated for years,
and when the individual who has
created them by a few strokes of his
pen, has tired ot Keeping them away
from each other, allowing them to
pine away slowly, and Btirring up tho
sympathies and harrowing the feelings
of tho reader, he brings them together
again after having deprived them of
years of happiness. It ho knows his
business well, ho will introduce into
every other paragraph or so a re
minder to the effect that he is not
evolving fiction, but merely relating
facts as they actually occurred.
Now, I think this is all wrong, I
may be in the minority with my
opinion, but so was Gallileo when ho
first began to lecture on the subject:
(friic Mrtt-fli llo mftun " fttillilon' n f .
length convinced tho majority that he
was right, and I shall not take a back
Beat for him. Then, too, I have this
advantage over him, that I am in a
position to get my views published in
a newspaper, whilo he was not so for
tunately situated.
In order to demonstrate more clear
ly what brand of a love story I would
recommend, I will write one briefly
after my own mind, and allow a dis
criminating public to judge its merits
or demerits. Autograph testimonials
from those who like this kind of a
story will bo gratefully received by
me, and not published without tho
senders free consent. Every well ad
justed story should havo a "title, and
I will call mine "A Tale of True Love
that Ran Smooth."
Ella Stone, operator on tho type
writer in Knott & Scott's law office,
was at her post every day, Sundays
and legal holidays excepted, from 0
o'clock in tho morning until i o'clock
in the afternoon and during the six
months that sho had served tho firm,
John Scott, the junior partner, en
whom all the office work devolved.had
ample time to make a study ot her.
It was a habit young Scott had to
mako a study of persons with whom
lie had brought into contact provided
ho considered them worth his while.
Ella was one of those whom he consid
ered worth studying.
There was nothing striking in her
personal appearance; sho was good
looking only as a thousand of other
young'girls are, until relentless time
dims tho luster of their eyes, causes
the roses on their cheeks to fade, and
pencils the lines of care upon their
features. Health and youth aro in
themselves physical charms, unless a
person is positively ugly; and in the
Sossesssion of these JUla was charming,
ut description of her would apply aa
well to a hundred others in a crowd,
therefore it would be suporflous to de
scribe her.
Young Scott also had no traits that
would distinguish him in any marked
manner from the average young man.
As the protege of Ellas Knott, a vet
eran lawyer with a large practice, con
siderable money and consequently no
little influence, he was assured of a
comfortable income, and could afford
to look upon the bright side. It is
easy to ignore the dark side of life
when one has no cares.
flavins; thus introduced the two
principal characters it would be out
of place to call them tho hero and the
heroine, for there was absolutely
nothing heroic about either it is in
order to announce that each consider-
ed the other a very amiftble Bort of
person. John frequently gazed with
pleasure upon Ella's young face as
she deftly touched tho keys of the
typewrite'., hibho dictated to her
the verborse contents of long legal
.documents; and she found that tone
of volco quite agreeable and con
sidered him altogether a pleasant
young man.
This Btato of mutual feeling continu
ed for Bomo time; and as there Is no
such thing as a standstill in nature,
and everything must either advance
or go backward, thier relations grad
ually developed into love.
Of course it was not tho kind of lovo
that Btrikes peoplo like a flash of
lightning, upon their first, meeting,
and winch exists mostly in the proles
sional Imagination of writers; it was
a natural culmination of a scries of
successive conditions. Acquaintance
grew into friendship, friendship into a
quiet kind of affection which rapidly
rlponed into love.
it never entered tho minds of theso
young people that destiny had intend
ed them for each othermeit her thought
that doatha would follow should the
other experience a chango of mind and
drift to another allegiance. Such
thoughts never bothered them; they
wero happy in each others' society,
and, whilo a disruption of their rela
tions might have been a disappoint
ment, and might have been regretted
as such, neither would probably have
gono into a slow decline and pinpd
away, refusing to be comforted.
In tliis they were not different from
most people, for lovo is never an in
stantaneous creation like a bruise
that follows a sharp blow; it is liko a
blossom that cannot havo its being
until tho seed is sprouted, the plant
grown and tho young bud has been
formed. Placo two young people of
opposito sexes in a position that
brings them constantly Into each oth
er's company, and unless their naturP3
are mutually repellant at tho out
set, they will at length conceive an
affection for each other. It is a natur
al result of natural causes.
There was nothing to obstruct tho
course of tho love of John and Ella;
both were fortunate in having their
respective parents still living, but tho
latter interposed no objections to
what promised to bo a happy union.
Nor was thero anywhere a rival to
John, nor any coquette to charm him
away from tho object of his affec
tions. At length the time camo when John
decided to ask Ella to be his wife. He
did it without the fear and trembling
and the agony of suspense that havo
como to be considered the mental
conditions of a young man about to
propose matrimony to a young wom
an. Nor did ho come prepared with a
set speech, nor cast himself upon ono
knee while declaring himself, nor say
that he could not do without her. In
.fact ho know beforehand pretty posi
tively what her answer would be, so
ho merely drew her a little closer ho
was sitting beside her and said gen
tly: "Ella, you know that I lovo you,
will you marry me?"
Ella did not remark, to her credit be
it said, that this was all so sudden,
that sho must have time to think. It
was not uitdden, for she had expected
it; why should'tshe. So sho merely
placed her hand in his and simply an
swered: "Yes."
For some reason that I could never
clearly .understand, writers always
consider this the proper placo to
"draw the curtain." I refuse to do so.
I will even venture the assertion that
John kissed Ella several times or oft
ener, and she did not blush every
timo as though it wero something to
bo ashamed of. Then they discussed
plans for their future, and it became
quito lato when John started to go
home. I forgot to remark that alt this
occurred at tho homo of Ella's par
ents, and not in tho law office where
Ella's resignation was now soon to'bo
accepted, as tiio reader might have
supposed.
John did not linger for four hours
on the front stoop before leaving; he
went at once after he had started!
first having bidden his affianced an
appropriate cood-by, or rather good
night. He did not walk on air as so
many lovers do on Bimilar occasions
in the writer's mind his steps were
decidedly upon the earth, and the de
ciuedness thereof was about tho only
outward manifestation of any exulta
tion he felt. He was glad; contented
with all tho world and with himself,
and consequently happy.
Ella likewise felt happiness within
her, but sho did not go to the seclu
sion of her chamber ami sob out her
joy. Bho retired and slept soundly.
With others this would havo been
the proper place to insert loads
of agony and grief and distress;
but I am not like others in this
respect. After remarking that m duo
season John and Ella were married,
and that they lived in domestic Hap
piness thereafter, my story is finished,
and I may add that any other young
couple would havo received tho same
treatment at my hands as did John
and Ella.
But, says the reader, there is no
plot, no romance in such a tale as
this. True, there isn't; but that is
not my fault; that is the fault of life.
Thero is no depth, no vigor about the
love you attempt to portray, adds
the disappointed reader; it is cold, in
sipid, flat. Do you think so, kind
peruser '.Perhaps you imagine that
love is a sort of a cyclono that comes
without warning, rips everything to
pieces and tears around generally un
til it gets tired and goes away some
where. That is wherein you aro mis
taken. It isn't like that at all; love
isn't. There may bo a sort of feeling
that operates in that wild fashion,
but it isn't love, it is well, I'll be
hanged il I know what it is passion,
perhaps.
Real love Is the sunshine that comes
with tho dawn of life's days: that
crows warmer and more gladdening as
it tends to the zenith, whoso night
not tho darkest cloud of sorrow can
entirely shut out, and which abides
until existence itself is swallowed up
in tho night of oternity. There, how
is that? I thought that sentence out
myself.
All the foregoing is not exactly in
my line.but I did the best lknew how.
At any rate.if you don't like this kind
of a love story, you are not obliged to
like it, you know. Albany Express.
Real Romances in Life.
London Correspondence Toronto Week-
I want to tcllyou something I heard
as I camo from "Partners" the other
night. About forty years ago a Mrs.
Monroe, a childless widow with a large
fortune, took a house in Curzon
street for tho season, and wanting a
companion, bethought her of her
neico Jessie, the eldest daughter of &
clergyman in Scotland, a young lady
only just out. Tho girl was written
for, camo and proved a great success,.
for sho was an excellent dancer, ex
ceedingly pretty and bles3ed with a.
good digestion and consequently with
a good temper. It was after the May
drawing room, at which sho had
been presented, and at tho ball at S..
House, that captain shall we call
him Nemo? meeting her for tho first
time, fell desperately in love beforo
tho end of tho evening. A few ridos in
the early morning by the Serpentino,
a few "drums" in the Arlington street
or Park lano, tho opera twice, tho
theatre once, endless dinners, routs
and balls, and then just at the end of
the season, ho proposed and was ac
cepted. Tho lover having littlo
money, Mrs. Monroe generously
agreed to give hor nieco an allowance,
and insisted on the marriagj taking
placo in town, instead of upsetting the
quiet little mauso close to the loch on
tho west coast. So St. James's, Picca
dilly, was filled with the elite to view
tho ceremony one early autumn
morning, and Miss Jessie in orange
blossoms and Brussels lace sat in the
old barbaric fashion through tho long
wedding breakfast, afterwards, in
flounced gown and round-curtained
bonnet, going with her bridegroom for
their honeymoon to tho Italian lakes.
Captain Nemo was a sailor, and soon
had to start withhisshipforacruiseof
fifteen months. I think there was a talk
of his wife joining him, but the station
selected was an unhealthy one, so aft
er all sho remained in England with
her aunt to look after her. Letters
wore to bo very regular, and the time
would soon pass. When the Iotters
were all written and received, and tho
very last of tho fifteen months had
dragged itself away, the day arrived
on which Jessie was to meet her hus
band at the railway station. No one
was on the platform but Mrs. Mon
roe, looking white and strange, who
gave him a noto to read, and then
took him to his pretty littlo empty
house from which the inmate had
flown only that morning to Paris.
The poor lady wept, arjd asked that
her carelessness might be forgiven:
sho had been duped, deceived and
would never seo the wretched girl
again. Captain Nemo was quite gen
tle. Yes, ho would try to dino with
hor that night and they would talk
what was best to bo done. Then he
wont into the morning room, where
Jessie's miniature still hung on tho
wall, and an hour afterwards, when
they went to call him, he was tound
dead with a bullet through his
heart, clasping her portrait and her
cruel letter in his cold fingers. There
being no World or Truth in those days,
tho scandal was quietly hushed up.
After a time Mrs. Nemo appeared
again in London, but nono of her
old friends noticed her; her own peo
ple sternly cast iter off. Mrs. Monroe
answered no appeal and formally re
fused any communication, and finally
when she died left not a penny of her
fortune to her erring niece who
had so grossly deceived her. So
year after year came and went,
and matters grow from bad to worse.
A woman educated so long ago was
not so likely to bo able to help herself
as is tho Girton-trained girl of the
day, with her practical common sense,
ana it becamo moro difficult for her
fo keep her brad abovo water. With
in the last ten yeais Bhe has found
occupation, however; and if you like
to come with me some alternoon I
can show you a Bmall spare woman
in neat bonnet and shawl, with fino
China-blue eyes and lint-white hair,
diligently sweeps a crossing in the
very heart of her old neighborhood;'
which small woman is Mrs. Monroe's
nieco, tho girl who was presented to
the Queen, who danced at S. House,
who was married at St. James's, Picca
dilly, and had an Italian honeymoon,
She' refuses help now from any one.
Not Enough Time.
From tho London Globe.
Not without reason did George
Eliot lament over tho decease of
"that fino old gentleman, leisure.''
Ho has long been dead and buried by
this age of haste and bustle, but his
loss io one not easily supplied. Lei.
sure is by no means a synonym for
idleness, as some persons appear to
think. In tho old days when leisure
flourished, men worked, though they
did not hurry. The wagon arrived
eventually at its destination, though
it did not rush along like the express
train. There still exists a lew remote
nooks ol the earth where people hold
to the Spanish maxim that "Haste
comes from the Divll," and labor is
performed after tho fashion of "Sleepy
Hollow." To drop into one of
theso places is a mat velous rest and
refreshment to the denizen of cities,
where life is carried on at high pres
sure. Thero is something pathetic, ir
reading many a modern biography.to
noto how nn'hour's space for perform
ing an hour's labor ij tho boon most
earnestly desired and most seldom
attained. Philanthropist, statesman,
artist, author all echo the same
comnlaint: all lament at beim? over
whelmed and overdriven, compelled
to perforin twenty-six hours'work in
twenty-four; of having no leisuro, no
time tor repose. Rank and wealth
bring no exemption from the burden
of labor; they rather increase it.
Bridget "Enjoy slape, is it? How
:ould I, I'd like yez to tell me? Tho
minit I lay down I'm aslape, and the
minit I'm awake I have "to git up.
Where's tho time for em'oyin' it to
come in? Philadelphia Call.
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