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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,
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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.
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ests of his researches. There is a hu
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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
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FAMILY- : JOURNAL.
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Columbus,
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' Almost as Palatable as Milk.
So dlsglscl that It cam be takes,
' digested, and astlaallatra by th aaasS
seasltlve stomach, whea the tat at U
eaaaat ha tolcatel; mwtt hjr the eeaa
t htnntlon eCtJie oil with the hyaephaa
pnuca is mcta snore cflteacioaa.
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SCOTTS rarULSIOX is acknowledged by
Ph TfSicins to ho the Fiue.it. and Bestprepa
raUcu in tLo wcrM for tha rclii f and cure of
CONeURPTfOK. SCROFULA.
CCKERAi, DSE?-!TY, WASTING
D!SEASS, EMACIATION,
OOLD3 and OJ?J?ai;?C COUGHS.
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All kiids ef Resairiig doie
Short Notice. Kiriries, Wa
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aad all wrk (tiiai-
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Also tell tie world-famous Walter A.
Wood Mowers. Xeapers, Ceabia-
ed Itacliines, Hamsters,
and Self-biaders-the
best made.
'Shop opposite the "Tattersail," on
Olive St.. COLUMBUS. 2frm
Thoroughly cleanse the blood, w
buntaln or health, by using Dr. Pie
n Medical Discovery, and good d
which la
fountain of health, br using Dr. Pierce a Gol
en Medical Discovery, and good digestion, a
fair skin, buoyant spirits, and bodily healta
and vigor will be established.
Golden Medical Discovery cures all humors,
from tho common pimple, blotch, or eruption.
to the worst Scrofula, or blood-poison. Es
pecially has it proven Its efficacy in curing
Salt -rheum or Tetter. Eczema, Erysipelas.
Fever-sores, Hip-Joint Disease. Scrofulous
Sores and SwcUtnga, Enlarged Glands. Goi
tre or Thick Neck, aud Zaiine; Sores or
Ulcers.
Golden Medical Discovery cures Consump
tion (which is Scrofula of tho Lungs), by its
wonderful Mood - purifying, invigorating,
and nutritive properties, u; taken iu time.
For Weak Lungs. Spitting- of Blood. Short
ness of Breath. Catarrh in the Head. Bron
chitis. Severe Coughs. Asthma,, and kindred
affections, it is a sovereign remedy. It
promptly cures the severest Coughs.
For Torpid Liver. Biliousness, or "Liver
Complaint' Dyspepsia, and indigestion, it is
an unequaled remedy. Sold by druggists.
Price $1.00, or six bottles for $3.00.
CATARRH
Ely's Cream Balm
Cleanses tho Nasal Passages. Al
lays Inflammation. Heals tho Sores.
Bestores tho Senses of Tasto, Smell .
aWd Hearing.
A particle la applied lata) wach awatrit aaJ
la agreeable. Price GOe. at Brucaiata mt ay
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