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-ir ' wU; i!! I i . w v -0 A. SECRET, flONQ. Oanowbird! anowblrdt Welcome thy note when maple boaghsare Thy merry twitter, thy emphatic call, like silver trompeu pieree the grafting air, What time the radiant Bake begin to falL Weknowthyaecret. When the day grows dte. Far from the homea that Uioa hast cheered a long. Thy chirping changes to a twilight hymnl O snowbird, snowbird, wherefore hide thy aoagt O snowbird! snowbird! Is tt a song of sorrow nose may know,' n aching memory 1 Nay, too glad the Bote! Untouched by knowledge of our human woe. Clearly the crystal flutinss Coll and float. We hear thy tender ecstasy, and cry: "Lend us thy gladness that can braTathechHir Under the splendors of the winter sky, O snowbird, snowbird, carol to us still. Elizabeth Costwycke Roberts in The Century. MISS MARTHA. Miss Martha Bailey known through out Roseville simply as "Mis Martha" sat by one of the windows of her cozy sitting room, putting the last 6titcbes into a flannel skirt for old Mrs. Bodley, who suffered terribly with the rheuma tism, which was not improved by the weekly scrubbings sho gave the offices in 'the brick block on Main street. .Miss Martha had just sewed a stout horn button on the waist belt, and was about to fold the skirt up, smiling at the thought of the old woman's delight when sho should receive the gift, when the hall door opened without the ceremony of a preceding knock, and a neighbor, Mrs. ilarsh, came in. "You ought not to sew by twilight, Miss. Martha," she said, as she entered the room, "you'll ruin your eyes. But that's not what I came hero to say; Mrs. Norcruss died an hour ago." Tho saiilo faded from Miss Murtlia's face, and her eyes grew humid. "Poor woman!' she raid, in her low, sweet voice. "So she has gone at last. Sho suffered a great deal." "Yes, and she was glad to go. But she had every attention, in spite of being a stranger here. Dr. Edgecourt visited her every day, and never charged her a cent, I know; and all the neighbors sent things to eat. Cancers are terrible things. Sho was a mighty patient woman. Poor soul! But now," with a sudden change of tone, "what's to be dono with Eva?" "Has sho no relative at all?" ' 'No one. She" is too refined and pretty to do housework, even if sho was strong enough, which sho isn't. Sho can't go to the poorhousc, of course, and she hasn't a dollar there's to be a subscrip tion to pay the burial expenses." Miss Martha stood smoothing tho flan del skirt witli her white, thin hands, her face wearing an expression of deep thought mingled with anxiety. Onco she opened her lips as if to speak, then hesitated and closed them again. Ought sho to make this sacrifice which seemed urged upon her? It would be selfish not to do so. She raised her head and said, in a firm, sweet voice: "Tho girl must come tome, since there is no one else to take her. I have plenty for one lean make it enough for two by exercising economy." "That's just liko you. Miss Martha! I knew you d inako tho offer. The girl has got a first rate education, and she can 'study up enough to take a school by next fall. - Of course you won't want her around after vou are married." A deep flush camo into Miss Martha's naturally ale face; she droppod her eyes, and turned away from Mrs. Marsh, with some' murmured excuse about making tho flannel skirt sho held intoabundlo to lie seut away. Tho neighbors agreed that Eva Nor itoss could-not have found a better home than sho Iiad at Miss Martha's. The lit tle cottage stood in a largo garden, well tilled with fruit trees and shrubs. In tho summer it was gay with flowers of very many varieties, and sweet smelling honeysucklo wandered over and nearly concealed the fence and front piazza. Miss Martha had lived in the cottage witli old Hannah for twelve years. For three of these rears sho had been en gaged to Dr. Tom Edgecourt, whose racticc was yet too small to enable 1dm o marry. Do was a year younger than Miss Martha, and this fact often stung her very keenly. She sometimes stood before her looking glass and attentively studied her face, wishing she was 20 instead of 30, and had the bloom of ten years be fore. Ilcr liair was still glossy and abundant, her eyes still bright; but the Elumpncss and bloom of her early girl ood liad fled forever. Occasionally sho wondered if Tom would always love her, and tortured herself witli imagining it a sacrifice for hini to marry her. Would not a young girl suit him lwtter? She started like a guilty tiling when Hannah's tap at the door or call from tho liall below inter rupted theso meditations. Sho was ashamed of herself that sho thought so much of her departed prettiness and the difference between her ago and Tom's. Yet sho could not drive away her harass ing doubts, nor would she try to set them at rest by speaking of them to Tom. Sho was shy and sensitive, and bo was he, and they were both very proud. Eva Norcross found her new homo a very quiet but not an unhappy one. She was gentle and timid, and did not caro for the society of girls of her own age. She liked nothing better than to lie in an casycliair all day with a book or some embroidery in her white, pretty hands, which Miss Martlia was never "weary or admiring. The dead mother had in . dulgcd her ono cluld, and never taught iter to make herself useful. There was no need for her to be active in tho cot tage. At tho outset Miss Martha had told her that sho would bo required to do nothing but study, Hannah being fully competent to do the entire work of tho .small establishment. "You must educate yourself to teach," Mrs. Marsh said, ono morning, as sho en tered the cottago in her abrupt way and found Eva embroidering a cushion. "You can't livo on Miss Martha all your life. Next- fall we will try to get you the district school at Dodd's Corner." Eva shuddered and grew a little pclo, while the work fell from her hand. "I have, heard that tho children at Dodd's Corner were very rough with tho last master," she said, in her soft, low voice. "A woman might have more influence with 'em than a man," said Mrs. Marsh. "Anyhow, it won't hurt you to try it a spell. Miss Martha," as that lady camo In from the kitchen where she had been making a "quaker" for old Mrs. Green'j cold, "you must get the doctor to givo Eva some strengthening medicine. Yel low .dock tea would put new life into her." . Dr. Edeecourt called that afternoon for a moment, on his way to mate a pro fessional visit, and Miss Martha told him what Mrs. Marsh had said. The young man sat down by Eva and took her. hand in his. Miss Martha watched him closely, wondering if he noticed how round 'and white was the wrist on which he pressed his finger. "She is not sick," he said; "all she ' needs is fresh air and exercise;" and then he proposed that she should wrap up and get into his sleigh at the door and drive with "him to the house of his patient, two miles away. "Can't you go, too, Martha, he asked. "Wo will crowd you in somewhere." "I do not care to go," she said, and Tom thought her manner rather cold and depressing. He did not urge the matter, for he was easily wounded, and never asked her a second time to grant him a favor. Ho was not a demonstra tive' lover, perhaps because Miss Mrtb never encouraged caresses. Sho did not think it modest or womanly to do so, yet she often caught herself wishing that Tom would be more affectionate. They had been engaged for three years, but had seen comparatively little of each other, owing to Tom's studies and poor patients of which there were many and they had never grown familiar, as is the case with most lovers. Miss Martha watched the couple drive away. Tom bent to arrange the buffalo robe more closely about .his companion, and 'said something which made them both laugh, and Miss Martha turned wfctir frosxtb window with a twin at ner neart. ite gintsii race rrtffleu iti fleecy wool of the black hood was so very lovely 1 Would he mark the differ ence, and regret She took up her work and began to turn down a hem; but she could not drive away tho haunting thoughts which tor mented her. t "Three years!" she murmured. "It is a long" engagement; and I have heard it said that men are not patient waiters. I wonder if he has ever wished to be free again." The ride proved of much benefit to Eva, who was brighter and gayer for days after. Seeing this, Tom took her with him frequentlv, never thinking that he was causing his betrothed pain oy so doing. He came of tener than ever to the cottage, plaving chess and cribbage with Eva at the center table in the evening, while Miss Martha sat by with her sew ing and wished she were Eva's age. "Do you think I will stand any chance of getting the school at Dodd's Corner next fall. Dr. Edgecourt?" asked Eva, ono evening. "You 6urclv don't think of applying for it !" cried Tom. "Why, the children are little heathens. They throw ink bottles and spitballsat tho teacher and swear like troopers. No, no; we must not let you go there." "I must work for myself," the girl said. "I cannot consent to remain de pendent on any one." . "Wait until next fall comes before you begin to worry," Tom said. "It's only March, now, and something better may turn up in the next six months." Eva, as was her custom, left the room as soon as the game of chess was over. Tom always had a few minutes alone with his betrothed before leaving the cottage. "lam so tired of boarding," he said, when, after some unimportant conversa tion, he rose to go. "I wish I had a home," and he 6ighed. For some minutes Miss Martlia stood where he had left her, ono hand bearing rather heavily on tho small liall table. Could he only have known what stress she laid ujxm his careless words! She mechanically repeated over and over the last sentence he had uttered, and remem bered tho bitterness of his tone. Then she walked slowly into the small parlor again, and dropping on her knees by an easy chair, buried her face in the soft cushions. "I am no longeryoung," she said in a hoarso voice. "Ho sees his mistake, now that Eva is hero to point a compar ison. And yet how can I give him up! How can I offer hini Ids freedom? Could I live on without tho hope that I held so close to my heart for nearly three years? But I must decide. Not now. I will wait just a little while, to be sure he has ceased to lovo me." Now was Miss Martha's chance to say something tender and cheerful, but the words refused to form themselves on her lips. She was very shy, and lately she and Tom liad seemed to be drifting very far apart. Tom looked at her a moment, as if expecting her to speak; but as she did not do so he turned almost angrily from her, a dark red flush of wounded pride dying his frank, fair face. He wished ho had not uttered that longing for a home. "Oh, I forgot to tell you,?' he said, as. he reached the hall door, "that my brother Arnold is coming to Roseville to morrow. He has some affection of the head, and wants to put himself under my care for a month or two. Ho will leave his law business entirely in his partner's hands. Poor Arnold! He has other than physical troubles! There's an old 6aying that women are at tho bottom of all mischief, and men are such fools sometimes! Good night, Martha;" and tho door closed loudly. Eva noticed tliat Miss Martha was very pale and distrait tho following day, and was not looking her best when Arnold Edgecourt camo with Tom to call. She had never seen this brother before, but ho was so liko Tom in every way that she liked him at once. Ho was, however, more a man of the world than Tom, and while Tom's face woro a look of frank good nature, Arnold's was clouded by an expression of melancholy and discontent. This Miss Martha ascribed to those secret troubles of which Tom had spoken, and sho wondered if some woman liad jilted the handsome lawyer. Several weeks passed by, and Miss Martha was no longer her former bright, cheerful self. Sho did not know what it was now to be without that sharp pain at heart, and the estrangement between herself and Tom seemed to grow greater every day. Ho withdrew more and more into'iihnsclf, and she made no ef fort to restoro the old pleasant relations between them. She vatchcd him closely, and raw that ho seemed annoyed and distressed at Arnold's decided attentions to Eva. Once she heard him remonstrate witli Ids brother, but Eva's name was the only word she caught distinctly. She tliought Tom jealous, and afraid that the girl's heart would bo won from himself . "It must come," Miss Martha would murmur to herself. "I must offer him his freedom. Why cannot I be brave and do it at once? He loves Eva, but ho is not free to win her, and Arnold's atten tions pain and trouble him. But how can I giro' him up? I will wait just a Utile longer." Thus from day to day eIio put off tho evil hour in which she was to see her dearest hopes crumble to dead ashes. She shuddered when shs thoneht of spending tne rest or ner me without Tom's Jove. Ono evening the two young men came by invitation to the cottage to supper. Miss Martha sent them into the garden to smoke, while she, with Eva's assist ance, was busy laying the table with the best damask and china. Presently she went into the parlor to get from the old cabinet whish stood between the win dows some silver spoons which had be longed to her grandmother. The shut ters were closed, but the windows were open, and the low murmur of voices came to her ears. She knew the broth ers wero just outside on the rustic bench, and sho was about to close the cabinet and speak to them, when she heard Tom's voice uttering words which seemed to fall on her heart like drops of molten lead. "It is a great mistake for a man to en gage himself to a woman older than himself. He is sure to repent soon or late. I was a fool, and now that Hove Eva with all mv heart, as I have con fessed to you, I wish the other was in Guinea. And what am I to do? My honor binds me to her confound it all." Miss Martha did not wait to hear Ar nold's answer. She walked dowry and falteringly from the room, and went up stairs to the spare chamber, where she locked herself in. The young men wondered why supper was so late, but just as their patience was entirely exhausted Eva camo to call them, and then went in to find Miss Martha already seated at the head of the 6xnaU table laid for four. She made no excuse for delay, and the supper was so excellent that the young men forgot all about their vexation. The evening passed very quietly, Miss Martha evidently making an effort to be entertaining; and seeing this, Tom and Arnold left very early, the latter, as Miss Martha noticed, having hardly spoken to Eva since supper. She thought this was out of respect for Ids brother's' feel ings, which had so lately been revealed toliim. The next day Tom was surprised in his offico by the appearance of old Hannnti who quietly laid a letter on his desk and went out again. The young doctor's face grew verv white as he read what Miss Martha had written. Without explanation or excuse she requested that their engagement might be at an end, and said that as it would be better that they should not meet for a while at least, she was going to an aunt's in another town, to stay sev eral months. Eva would remain at the cottage with old Hannah. For some time Too sat gazing at the letter, as if turned to stone. Then he touched a lighted match to it and watched it burn away to ashes. "That is over," he said, aloud. "I have been expecting it I have seen it in her face, and yet I had not the cour age to ask her about it" It was a sultry July day, the railroad journey dusty and fatiguing, and Miss Martha was verv triad. to atan out of the caraatrtosevuie. sue watted slowly up the dusty road leading to her cottage. It was nearly three months since she had left home, and during that time she had neither written nor received a single letter. She had not given Eva her ad dress, and no one knew where she had gone. Sho had wished to cut herself loose from the past, hoping toforgetit.but she had not forgotten, and her heart had not lost its dull pain. Recollections of Tom stung her as she saw the familiar streets and stores. Perhaps he and Eva were married. "You don't mean to say that's you, Miss Martha?" cried a familiar voice, and Miss Martha caused beneath the shade of a spreading elm as Mrs. Marsh came hurrying towards her. "Well, you've come too late. Love laughs at lock smiths, you know. It's all over Eva's gono off with him,. and they're married by this time, I havent a doubt," Miss Martha, staggered back and put her hand over her eyes. The shock it was to her to hear of Tom's marriage I showed her, to her mortification, that all hope had not been crushed from her heart, as sho had thought "I I expected it," she stammered. I "Well, it s more than any one else did. He went off soon after you left, and no one thought to see him again. But back he came yesterday, and eloped with Eva late last evening. Oh, it was wicked; it was scandalous; and the whole story is all over town. I wonder now if you know about Miss Somerby?" "No," said Miss Martlia, white to the lips. "Well, it seems he was engaged to this Miss Somerby, a rich old maid. She is mad enough at being jilted. Somebody telegraphed to her father, and he was here this morning to learn the facts of tho case." "What! Tom engaged?" cried Martha, in amazement "Who said anything about Tom? You must lc wandering in your mind. It is Arnold Edgecourt I'm talking about." Without another word, without the slightest excuse. Miss Martha broke away from the hand of the friendly gos sip. and almost ran down the street. When nearly at her own gate she rushed blindly against somebody, and looking up with a hurried excuse, saw Tom. , "Martha!" he gasped, forgetting for the moment in his excitement the gulf t between them. "You have heard it all! I see it in your face. Come right in; you look really ill. I did not know you cared so much for Eva. But the scandal will all die out, and I know Arnold will be good to her. He 6ent me a telegram say ing they were married in Brierly early this morning. He was to marry Miss Somerby next month, but he never loved her; he was tempted by her enormous wealth." By this time they had reached tho cot tago and gone into the little darkened parlor, where the shutters liad been care fully closed by old Hannah to keep out dust and flies. "Tom," said Miss Martha, laying her hand on his sleeve, "can you ever forgive me? I see everything very plainly now. It was not you I heard say a man was a fool to engage liimself to a woman older than himselr. Your voice and Arnold's are so much alike, and I did not know of his engagement" And then sho told all sho had heard when she had gono to the ' old cabinet for spoons the evening of the supper. "Martha," said Tom, in his manly way, "I never loved any woman but you I did not know you were older than I, for vou never tmoke your age, and it would liave in::ue no difference to me anyhow. I thought cf Eva only as a child, and knowing of his engagement, of which ho had forbidden mo to speak, it distressed xiis to see his attentions to her, for I saw that she was learning to love lum. That evening in the garden I gave him a long lecture, and pointed out to him the harm ho was doing tho girl. Ho promised to sec her no more; out, though he went home a few days later, ho corresDouded irith her, and ended by eloping with rho iesterday evening. I did not imagine or an instantthatyou thought me in love with Eva. We both labored under a mistake, Martlia. I noticed your grow ing coldness, and thought you were be coming weary of your engagement to a poor village doctor. You did not seem to care for love making or caresses, and I could not, of course, wish to force my affection upon you." "I was wrong, Tom, for I do love you dearly;" and then, as he took her in his arms and pressed her to his heart, kiss ing repeatedly the soft check, on which there was now no lack of color, sho added, softly, "and our engagement need not be of longer duration, Tom. You hesitated to marry me while I had so little, and you nothing: but you will not hesitate now tliat I am rich. Yes" as ho glanced at her black dress "my aunt is dead, and she left me $10,000. I have suffered enough for my mistake, a s W WW w l ami wuac is mine is yours, aear 10m. j And Tom's tender kiss gave cheerful assent to all sho said. Boston True Flag. lie Had a Bad Memory. lirs. Verbosity wanted a package of yeast powder tho other day. "Oh, dear," she sighed, "I sliall have to send Willie after that yeast, and he has such a bad memory! I do declare I never saw 6uch a forgetful child in my life. He torments the soul out of me. Every timo I send him to the store he brings back something I didn't send him for." Then, raising her voice, she called: "Willie!" "Yes, ma." "You come here this minnte; I'm in a great hurry. I want a yeast cake down to the store, and I don't want you to for get what I send you for. I don't want baking powder, same as I got yesterday, but a yeast cake. One of them tinfoil cakes, Willie." "Yes, ma." "Did you hear what I said?" "No, ma." "Oh, you do try my patience so. Come here this minute. Tho boy appears. "Now, I want a yeast cake how came tliat mud on your coat? You're been playing in the dirt again; Til tell your rather when he gets borne. It's not baking powder I want Turn your coat collar down. Now don't you come home with nutmegs, like you did yesterday, nor with cinnamon, like you did the day before, when you wero told to get citron. Your coat is buttoned wrong. Don't you forget, now." The boy escaped to the street, when the anxious and painstaking matron called out from the window: "Now, don't you stop to play with those Mantrangiak) boys, like you did last week, and keep out of French's back yard do you hear? It's yeast you're going for, yeast: not turnips nor carrots nor any kind of vegetables I got them this morning, you know. Remember, you've got a bad memory, and don't" Bnt the boy was out of hearing. He brought back a can of preserved peaches. He had a bad memorv. Pittsburg Post Uncle Sana' Whitewash. Excursionists who travel along the sea coast in summer are often attracted by the remarkable whiteness of the lighthouses, beacons and keepers' dwell ings, and they wonder how these guides to the mariner are kept in such a sliin ing condition during tne winter as well as summer. The material used Ls simply whitewash.andhcreisthe United States government formula for mixing a white wash that when properly made and ap plied gives a white that does not easily wash or rub off. To ten parts of best freshly slaked lime add one part of the best hydraulic cement Mix. well with salt water and apply quite thin. New York Sun. Fuseral WD! Take Place 3 or. C The advance m the price of wool within the past month seems to make the Demo crats believe that the country favors free weoL This shows that the Democrats tk not understand the situation. The advance simply means that the country knows that the Mills bill putting wool on the free list is dead, and that the party which proposed the bill is to share its fate. St Louis Globe-Democrat Any utn would arnek rata ht a fool than look like one. Tid Bits. A. SUGGESTION. Let the wild md mM Momn. Tbougt so. to the So delicately perfect as the white And unwed lay druopiarfla tne light. Though she ha knmvn the kUmm of t!ie lee And telU her anion mm tale to pawwrw liy In perfumed whispers aad with uuiaugLt graoa. Still let the rv.1 nxe bloom la her owa place: She could not tm the- lily should she trr ' Why to the wondrous otnUiigale cry Hush. Or bid her ceamt her wild, heartbreaking lay. And tune her voice to imitate the way The whippoorwiU makes muxic, or the tnruabT All airs of sorrow to one theme belong. And passion is oot'eonyrighted. Yet Each heart writes its own music. Why not M The nightingale unrhlded oing her songt -Ella wheeler Wilcox In New York Sua TIIE ARCHITECTS WIFE. If it were lawful to add another to the eight beatitudes given in the catechism. I would add the following: "Blessed are they that marry a sensible woman, for theirs shall be domestic felicity." And if it were lawful to illustrate the beati tudes with historical notes, I would ap pend to the aforesaid ninth the following explanation: in the middle of the Fourteenth cen tury the Bastard, Dom Enrique do Tras tamara, was besieging Toledo, which of fered a brave and tenacious defense, be ing loval to that king called bvsomc "the Just," and by others "the Cruel." Many a time and oft had the faithful and courageous Toledanos crossed the magnificent bridge of San Martin, ono of the handsomest and most useful archi tectural treasures of tliat monumental city, and, hurling themselves upon tho camp of Don Enrique, established in the Cigarrales, they liad wrought bloody havoc amid the besieging host To pre vent the repetition of such sallies Don Enrique determined to destroy the bridge of San Martin, which, as has already beeu said, was the noblest of the many that form the girdle of the city of martyrs, of councils, and of cavaliers. But what value have artistic or historic monuments in the eyes of the ambitious politicians whose dream is to bury a dagger in the breast of a brother, that they may seat themselves in the throne heoccupies? Well known it is that the Cigarrales of Tole do, to whose fame so much has been con tributed by Tirso and other great Spanish poets, consist of multitudes of villas and country houses, with their lovely gardens and fruitful orchards, all shut in by hedges. One night the leafy branches of these trees were lopped off by the soldiers of Don Enrique, and piled upon tho bridge of San Martin. The dawn was beginning to open, when a glow of wondrous brill iance lit up the devastated gardens, the waves of the Tajo, the ruins of the pal ace of Don Rodrigo, and tho little Ara bian tower reflected in the waters of the river, at whose foot, so history hath it, the daughter of Don Julian was bathing when the ill fated king set eyes upon het fateful beauty. An immense fire blazed on the bridge of San Martin, and the cracking of the massive carven beams, wrought witli all the skill of the chisel which created the marvels of the Alhani bra, seemed the pitiful plaint of art crushed by brute force. The Toledanos, awakened bv the sinister glow, ran tc save their beloved bridge from tho immi nent ruin which menaced it, but they ran futilely, for a frightful crash that resounded, lugubriously through the hollows of the Tajo told them that the bridge stood no longer. When the rising sun gilded the domes of the imperial citv tho girls who went to fill their jars with tho cool and crystalline water of the river turned homeward again with the vessels empty and their hearts full of sorrow and indignation, for tho cut rent of tho Tajo ran turbid and boiling, carry ing on its whirling waves the ruins of the bridge of San Martin, which still were smoking. This act of vandalism roused to fury the indignation of the Toledanos, who saw thus cut off their only direct passage to the paradiso like Cigarrales, which they had inherited from the Moors, to gether with tho Moorish passion for groves and gardens. Tho valor of the citizens, winch liad grown feeble, gained unexpected vigor, and ere many days they had blotted out the camp of Trasta mara, the blood of whoso soldiery ran hi torrents over the Cigarrales. Many years liad passed since the fratri cide of Montiel destroyed the bridge of San Martin. Kings and archbishops had exerted all their powers to liave it re placed by another which should be its equal in strength and beauty. But the genius and endeavor of tho "best archi tects, Christian and Moorish, liad not been able to gratify the ardent wishes of the Toledanos, for the rapid current of the river always swept away founda tions, piles and stagings before the placing of the gigantic arches. Don Pedro Te norio, ono of the great archbishops to whom Toledo owes almost as much a3 to her kings, sent proclamations to almost every city and village of Spain, calling for architects to rebuild tne bridge of San Martin. One day a man and a woman, entirely unknown, entered Toledo by tho Cam bron gate, and, after inspecting tho ruins of the bridge, they hired a houso close by, and shortly thereafter the man be took himself tothe archiepiscopal palace. The archbishop, surrounded at the mo ment by cavaliers and prelates, was over joyed at the arrival of an architect, im mediately gave him audience, and wel comed tne stranger kindly. "My lord," said tho new arrival, "my name, no doubt unknown to you, is Juan do Arevalo. I am an architect, and I am brought here by your proclamation summoning such." "Do you understand tho difficulties comprised in rebuilding tho bridge of San Martin, friend?" "I do, but I believe myself capable of overcoming them." "Where liave you studied architect ure?" "At Salamanca." "And what works testify to your skill?" "None whatever. Noting the frown on the face of the archbishop the stranger hastened to add: "I was a soldier in my youth, my lord; but leaving the profes sion of arms I devoted myself to archi tecture, and if no firm and well propor tioned pilo attests my knowledge it is that for the sake of bread I liave relin quished to others the credit of more than ono edifice of my construction across tho Tonnes and the Ducro. And for the rest, I offer you my life in pledge of my competency. "How so? you speak in Middles. You must know that men are no longer put to death for failure to perform the condi tions of a promise." "Aye, true, my lord; but when tho main arch of the bridge should be com pleted the place of its architect is on the kevstone, and if the arch prove false and fall, its builder would fall with it," "That offer is surely fair," said the archbishop, "as a proof of your earnest ness and sincerity. Let the work be be gun to-morrow." Juan dc Arevalo liastened to the humble dwelling, in whose embrasured window sat watching the woman who had ac companied lum to Toledo; a woman still young and beautiful, notwithstanding her face bore the traces of vigils and pri vations. "Catalina! my Catalina!" exclaimed the architect, embracing his wife fondly, "among these monuments that glorify Toledo thcro will be one that will trans mit to ixsterity the name of Juan do Arevalo' No longer could tho Toledanos, ap proaching the Tajo over escarped rocks and masses of ruins, exclaim: "Here was the bridge of San Martin!" for ahvad tne new bridge reared itself in shapely proportions upon the rent foundations, now made solid, of the ancient structure. The archbishop and other wealthy Tole danos were showering rich gifts upon the fortunate and skillful architect who liad succeeded in throwing the three great arches of the bridge, in spite of the gigantic daring of the work and the fu rious currents of the river. On the eve of the day of San Ylde fonso, patron saint of the city, Juan do Arevalo informed the archbishop that his task was completed, saving only the re moving of the scaffolding from the three arches. It was a perilous test the taking down of the complicated system of heavy iron scaffolding which braced the enor mous mass of delicately carved timbers: uuriuu caimness wnn wnicn me arcni tect awaited the issue, which he promised to meet standing on the central keystone, filled those about him with confidence. With proclamations and pealing of bells was announced for tho following day the solemn benediction and dedication of the bridge, and the Toledanos, from the heights commanding the vale of the Tajo, contemplated with joyous emotion their beloved Ciearrales that for vears had -been sad, lonely, almost deserted, and wiucu were now to recover weir oia ume beauty and animation. Toward nightfall Juan de Arevalo climbed upon the scaffolding of the cen tral arch to see tliat all was in readiness for the morrow's ceremony. Meanwhile he was gayly singing. All at once the song died on his lips, the light faded from bis face, and sorrowfully lie descended, and slowly took his way homeward. His wife, Catalina, came forth to meet hint, full of love and contentment, but a frightful pallor overspread her face at sight of tne despairing countenance tf her husband. "Oh, Father in heaven!" sho cried: "what is it then, my dear one? Art thou ill?" "Ml no! dead yes in hope, in power, : in honor! Aye! in life itself, for I will not survive the dishonor of to-morrow. Nay, tho only shred of honor I can wrebt from fate will bo mine but in dying!" "No! no!" cried Catalina. "Juan, thou dreamest! Thy great excess of labor has deranged thy thoughts, my dear one. Come hither; let mc call the leech and heal thee." "Not so. It is the truth I tell thee. When I was most sure of success, most conlident of triumph, now on the ove of tho ttx;t, I have discovered an error in my calculations that to-morrow will bury in tho Tajo the bridge and tho un fortunate who unsuccessf ullv planned it." "The bridge may fall, beloved, but thou slialt not go with it. On my knees I will entreat the archbishop to exempt thee from that horrible promise." "And if ho yield, then will I not ac cept tho absolution. I caro not for life without honor." "Now I swear that thou shalt lose not life nor honor!" murmured Catalina, softly, yet with infinite resolution. It was already almost dawn. The cocks were crowing. Catalina seemed to sleep, and her husband, soothed in spite of himself by her calm demeanor, at last fell into a fitful, feverish slumber, that was full of nightmare horrors. Catalina arose, as silent in her motions as the passing of a shadow, and, opening a window, looked out on tho vale of the Tajo. No sound was heard but the mur muring current of tho river and the wind that whistled through the timbers of the scaffolding at the bridge. A dense and somber pall of cloud overhung the city, and from its gloomy bosom darted, now and then, lightning rays of terrible brilliance tliat blinded the beholder. As yet no rain was falling; and tho terror of the impending storm seemed concentrated in the thick palpable darkness, the om inous brooding silence, and the sultry, breathless thickness of the close atmos phere. Closing tho window, the wife of tLo architect caught up an unextinguished brand that smoldered still on the hearth stone. Out into the night she went, and. for all tho pitchy blackness that marked tliat List dark hour before the day should quicken, sho sought not to guide her ircps by tho light of tho firebrand, but rather to conceal its gleam with the folds cf her raiment, as she hurried over the broken and littered way to the river, and with pain and peril climbed upon the planks of tho staging. Below her the wind shrieked among the timbers, and the river roared and bellowed as it hurled iteclf upon the opposition of tho piles, and Catalina shuddered. Was it for the solitude and the darkness? for the danger of losing her footing and tumbling head long? or because she realized tliat those about her, overlooking the sacrifice of affection, would see in her movements only tho odious deed of a criminal? She recovered her calmness witli an effort, shook until it burst into a blaze in the blast the torch that until now she liad hidden, and applied it to tho lighter braces of the staging. Tho resinous wood caught with a vigorous flame, and, fanned by the wind. leaped abroad and climbed with terrible rapidity up the scaffolding. Not less swiftly, by the light of the spreading fire, Catalina recrossed the dangerous path she had trodden, and reached her homo and her cliamber whilo her husband was still sleeping. By this time tho massive sleepers of the bridge of San Martin were cracking. A little later a dull and prolonged mur mur was heard throughout tho city, and from a hundred belfries tolled the omin ous firo alarm, to which lugubrious sig nal ensued a crash that called from the Toledanos the same cry of distress that they had uttered when the bridge suc cumbed to the vandal attack of Don En rique the Bastard. Juan de Arevalo awoke with a species of spasm. Catalina was at his side, ap parently sleeping. Juan clothed himself hurriedly, and as ho reached the street his heart leaped with joy as he realized that the fire liad obliterated the proof of his faulty judgment. The archbishop and the Toledanos at tributed the lire to a bolt from heaven, and the sorrow they felt for their own loss was tempered by the sympathy felt for the architect, whom they deemed to have seen tho results of his labor de stroyed even in the hour of triumph; and tho architect liimself, who was a pious soul, of a profound faith in the protection of heaven, was devout in the same con viction. As for Catalina, she assured her hus band tliat she was entirely of the same opinion, and, as women aro rarely guilty of falsehood, surely so venial a lie may be forgiven to one who liad saved the honor and the life of her husband. The conflagration only retarded for a year the triumph of Juan de Arevalo, for a twelvemonth later, to a day. on the fete of San Yldefonso, the Toledanos crossed the bridge of San Martin to their beloved Cigarrales, and the successful builder of the structure was the toast of tho occasion, and the honored guest at tho banquet spread iu joyous celebration. Y. II. Addis in The Argonaut "PROVIDENCE SPRING.1' A Soldier' Belief That Its Origin Was Certainly Mlraculow. The Ohio State Journal is indebted to J. T. Harris for the following incident relative to Providence Spring, which broke out at Andersonville, and saved so many lives and banished so much torture: "Having heard 60 much controversy and argument concerning the origin of 'Providence Spring' that broke forth from aside hill in Andersonville prison pen during the war, Lthought, knowing as (I think) I do all about the matter, tliat it might be a pleasure, if not a duty, to throw such light on the matter as will prove satisfactory to all concerned. "I was confined in Andersonville dur ing the late spring and summer of 1864, and again visited tho pluce last winter 1884 and 1885). The spring in question broke out from the side of a hill on Aug. 13, 1864, without any previous indica tions of a spring or even dampness at that point It is true it rained very much during the month of June (twenty one days), and the argument has been used by some that the spring broke out on account of the nun; but that is absurd for several reasons. In the first place I know that Andersonville prison was underlaid with sand to a depth of at least 56 feet (as I have helped to dig a well to that depth near the spring), and it would be impossible for the rain water of June to delay its action in that bank of pure sand until Aug. 13. Secondly, there has certainly been some dry weather since that spring broke out, and if it had only been supplied by seepage water from fains it would fail to flow in dry weather, which has certainly never been the case, as any of the citizens will tell you who live in that vicinity. "Others have claimed that 'Providence Spring' was supplied by a branch of the run that went through the camp, tracing its way through the sand to the point at which it broke out but such is not the case, for the spring at that time flowed from the side of North hfll at least eight feet higher than the level of the water in the run. It is not so today, because it has. bv the action of its water oa the wasned a guily or ravine to a depth of about eight feet and is conse quently at present on or nearer the level with the water in the run. Now when the prisoners of war confined in Ander sonville prison pen were suffering yes, dying for want of pure water (for there was the excrement and filth from tho Confederate camp of two regiments washed into the run that furnished the only water we could get until Aug. IS. 1864), -Providence Spring broke forth from a side hill that had given no such indications, at least since March 1, 1864, at which time it had been first occupied as a camp, and if it had ever run or flowed previous to that time it certainly would have been as natural for it to wash out the eight foot gully or ravine at tliat timo as it lias done since. As soon as daylight came and the spring was discovered (first it broke out in the night) there was quite an excitement among the prisoners in its immediate vicinity; in fact, it almost turned into a crazy mob to secure some of the cooling beverage until the prison police took pos session of the spring, after which time each man liad to fall into line down the hill and take his turn to get his cup or pail filled with the water. Some few of the citizens who livo near Andersonville claim tliat there had been a spring there years before their time, and when ques tioned about the matter they admitted (at least to me) that they personally knew nothing about it. but liad heard so and so from somebody else. Of course the washing out that the spring has done since we first discovered it is sufficient argument to show positively that their talk is without any foundation for truth whatever, and are onlv (in my opinion) trving to obliterate the providence of Almighty God. 3Ioakeys Aventoa to Cruelty. In Hindostan, where three varieties of sacred monkeys enjoy the freedom of every town, those four handed pensioners often assist the polico in enforcing the riot laws by charging en masse for the scene of every dog fight and schoolboy scuffle. They will rescue worried cats, and, for greater security, deposit them en the next roof, or suppress rowdyism in general, the stout Rhesus baboon, for instance, being physically as well us morally qualified to quell the aggressive disposition of the fiercest cur. On the platform of a public warehouse the British residents of Agra, a few years ago, witnessed a scene which put that character trait in even a stronger light. A little street Arab liad spread his pallet in the shade of a stack of country pro duce, and liad just dropped asleep, when the proprietor of the Planter's hotel strolled up with a pet leopard that had learned to accompany him in all his rambles. A troop of tramp monkeys had taken poet on tho opposite end of tho shed, and, like tho beggar boy, seemed to enjoy a comfortable siesta, but at sight of tho speckled intruder the whole gang charged along the platform like a squadron of spahis, and, instantly form ing a semicircle about the little sleeper, faced tho leopard with bristling manes, evidently resolved to defeat the suspected purpose of his visit Felix L. Oswald, M. D., in Popular Science Monthly. A Wall Street 3Xaa's Experiment. The bookkeeper of a Wall street bank, a man deeply versed in psychology, em- tloys his spare timo in making practical ests of his researches. There is a hu morous vein in his composition, and these tests are frequently of a laughablo nature. He is a firm believer in tho theory that man magnifies his own littlo troubles and will unconsciously put him self out of Ids way to avoid things that have no existence in point of fact The other day this philosopher carefully placed a sheet of blotting paper on the edge of a desk in such a way that half tho sheet hung over. The desk was in a narrow passage that was much used by the clerks, and the philosopher had no end of fun watching them pass. Instead of shoving the blotting paper out of the way every clerk who passed would squeeze himself against the wall in order to avoid knocking it down. The fat clerks had a hard time of it, and one of them cricked Ids spinal column in a par ticularly fine acrobatic feat. New ork Evening Sun. A Table of Natriaaear. A pint of white beans, weighing one pound, and costing 7 cents, contains as much nutriment as three pounds and a half of roast beef, costing 87 J cents. Of all the articles that can be eaten, thecheapest are bread, butter, molasses, beans and rice. A pound of corn meal goes as far as a pound of flour. If corn and wheat were ground, and the whole product, bran and all. were made into bread. 15 per cent of nutriment would be saved, with much greater healthfulness. American Analyst Under the state taw duelist can cast a voto. of Michigan no A Woman Dfopair. "Death would be preferable to this awful, dragging-down sensation and ach ing back," dispairingly complained a suffering mother. "And the worst of it is," she added, "there seems no cure for it" "You are mistaken," replied the sympathizing neighbor to whom the suf ferer complained. "I suffered for years just as you do, and found no relief until my physician finally prescribed Dr. Pierce's Favorite Prescription, which cured me, and I have ever since been well, and the wealth of India would not induce me to be without the remedy, if a like affliction should return." 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