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PITTNBORO', X. CAR.
TWENTY YEARS MARRIED.
Yes, twenty years have winged their flight
SI lire that mysterious word I spoke.
When on a lieauteous summer night,
i first assumed the flowery yoke.
I long had craved the blissful! chain.
And cheerfully subscribed the vow ;
IV rhaps I'd do the same, again.
Perhaps though 1 am older now.
Ah. well do I recall the time
When she, now onslve by my side,
Stood, in her blushing morning pride,
A tender, sweet and bashful bride.
And I, so pnud of that dear hand.
Could scarce contain myself for bliss ;
I'd iMtught a tract of fairy land.
And sealed my purchase with a kiss.
For happiness we trimmed our sail.
My darling little bride and I ;
Hoie"s breezes blew a pleasant gale.
And gently smiled the summer sky.
The orld seemed made for her and me,
All bright wherever we might turn,
Our life to le a tranquil sea
Sweet innocence! we'd much to learn. i
For soon did care's disturbing breath
lis baleful Influence impart.
Anil bitter sorrow, boru of death,
Oercast the sunshine of our heart;
Hut still, as trouble round us rose,
Kadi closer, fonder, clung to each,
Itlessed with the strength of love's repose,
Kuduriiig all that grief could teach.
We'd much of joy, though small our sphere.
And era veil no more extended fame,
Kor children made our dwelling dear-r
'Twas wonderful how fast they came !
'The more the merrier," we said,
And iu them every wish was blest ;
A part in our embrace have staid,
A mound of woodlawn tells the rest.
Those twenty years have left their trace
I'poii her brow, then smooth and fair,
And stolen, some say, the witching grace
That once her features used to wear ;
P.ut still I see the same kind eyes
Heam on me with a light as true '
As when, in love's ouug paradise,
1 first that inspiration knew.
And 1 well, well -we'll let that pass
None more than I time's changes see.
Kadi day I shave myself -alas !
My mirror does not tlatter me ;
lint if I'm changed for worst or liest
1 cannot answer, on my life.
And leave the solving of this test
'lo such :ik cliiHisetw ask my wife.
This lesson we have fully learned :
I'ui'c happiness that men have deemed.
Is but a Iiojk' soon overturned.
A vision but iu fancy dreamed -That
all of happiness below,
l'ui'siiiug w hich the life is sieut.
In mingled scenes of bliss and woe.
Is measured by the word content.
Though fortune may withhold lis smile.
As it has done in time liefore,
i.iiti ul shall still our way beguile.
And rest the future laudscaieo'er.
The future who its tale may tell
I'.ui lr it we've tiodoubt nor fears,
And like our life that's past so well,
We'll try another twenty years.
THE WIFE'S TRIAL.
BY MARGARET VERNE.
"My friend Madaline Carter is coming
to visit us, Alice."
Mrs. Lund looked wonderingly into ber
husband's luce, as he spoke. The name
of his friend was a strange one to her.
She had never heard him mention it be
fore. "Madaline Carter ! pray who may she
be':" she asked. "And when is she com
ing?" she added, glancing quickly around
the little breakfast -room.
Mr. Lund smiled and tossed a gay,
dashing-looking letter into his wife's lap.
"Kead lor yoursell, if you please,' he
said, "and then tell me how you like it."
ltli a puzzled expression upon Iter
pleasant face, Mrs. Lund read, what per
haps pleased her, and what j.erhaps did
not, for she had a strong control over her
features, and did not allow them to be
tray her secrets. At any rate, when she
finished reading, she drew her white fore
finger laughingly across the commence
ment of the letter, which was, "JVIy dear
Arthur Lund," and said :
"Ought I to like that, dear 1 A strange
woman using that 'possessive my,' as we
used to say at school, in connection with
Mr. Lund shook his head. "Do you
like the penmanship?" he queried.
"It is very beautiful," she answered,
"But that is not it do you like it?" he
jiersisted in saying.
"Yes, well enough. But yon know I
am seldom drawn very strongly towards
gay, handsome people."
"But how do you know that she is gay
"The penmanship indicates as much."
"You are right, Alice, and Arthur
knows it. If J were in your place, I
wouldn't have her come here at all."
The voice came from a low window-seat
"What ! is Hester here as early as this
in the morning?" said Mr. Lund, evi
dently somewhat annoj-ed. "So much
conies from settling down within a stone's
throw of one's old home. Now, chatter
box, what have you to say of Miss Car
ter?" "That if I were in Alice's place, I
wouldn't care to have her here nothing
more or less."
"And why not?" queried her brother.
Hester looked annoyed She did not
know whether it would do for her to
speak her mind or not. Shaking her head,
she said, archly :
"You wouldn't like to have me tell
why, Arthur Lund !"
"Nonsense ! How thankful I am that I
didn't choose such a little goosey as you
for a wife. Alice will have a pleasant
visit with Miss Carter, I am sure, in spite
of your mischievous croaking. Don't
mind her, Allie."
Alice stood looking alternately at her
husband and young sister-in-law, striving
to comprehend the meaning of their
words. There was a perplexed expression
about her well-formed mouth, and in her
clear brown eyes. Whatever her thoughts
were, she kept them to herself, for she re
marked, after a moment's pause, in an in
different, careless manner :
"She will be here Wednesday to-morrow.
I will have everything in readiness
for her. Never fear, Arthur."
Her husband bent down and kissed her,
as she spoke. She returned the caress
mechanically, and let her eyes wander
searchingly over his face.
"Nevermind Hester, Alice. Miss Car
ter is a very agreeable young lady," Mr.
Lund said, as he turned away.
This was all of the morning's conversa
tion, and yet, upon theyoung wife's heart
a shadow had fallen. Going to the win
dow, she watched her husband as he
walked down the garden-path to the
street. The June sunshine glimmered
through the trees upon him. The birds
were singing from every bush and shrub.
On either hand the sweet-mouthed flowers
leaned towards him as if for caresses.
This was what Alice's eyes took in ; to her
heart there was no deeper meaning, per
haps. She was restless and uneasy. Af
ter a while she glanced back towards the
breakfast-table, still untouched. Near it,
in a heavily cushioned chair, her sister-in-law
Hester sat reading. For a moment,
as she looked ujon her, an unworthy
question framed itself upon her lips. But
sIk did not ask it. She had little need to,
in fact, for Hester anticipating her,
closed her book and joined her at the
'Don't feel badly about it. Alice," she
began. "I'm sure Arthur never cared at
all for Madaline at least, not half as much
as he does for you. But at one time they
were very intimate, and mother and I
were afraid he would marry her. But
that was a long time ago 1"
"Is she beautiful fascinating did you
say?" she asked.
"Yes, after a fashion. She has splendid
eyes ; such as will draw one this way and
that. She sings well, too, and has a
queenly way of doing everything. But
she isn't half as sweet as you are, dear."
In this assurance there was something
inexpressibly touching to the young wife ;
at Jleast, her peculiar mood made it so.
There was a little fluttering in her throat
for a moment, and then her eyes were sud
denly dimmed. But she did not speak,
only rested her fair hands on the head of
her sister, and tried to look down the
shaded way that led from the wide, deep
window. What a pleasant, happy home
this was (so bhe thought) ! How blessed
had she been above all other women !
In the perfect arms of memory she was
carried back into the past. All the strug
gles, trials and temptations of her life
aroe up before her. They were not few,
for with her own hands she had made
herself a place in the busy world. Not
few, I say, but at the early age of twenty
three she had conquered life. By this I
mean that she knew it as woman twice
her years seldom do. No matter how.
Perhaps it was through her own heart.
Love is a great purifier sometimes, and
comes like a rapid fire to clear away the
rubbish from our eyes. Blessed is he who
can read and interpret what he sees ! So
Alice loved and learned. Standing there,
she thought of it. The birth of her love
had given her great pain. When she
looked at it steadily and well, her heart
was brimmed wi h joy. We ought to
thank God every day. we who love, for
the sweet privilege of loving. Its return
is the gift of another itself power.
Why, with all her experience, the
thought of Madaline Carter should jar so
strongly she did not know. As her hus
band's friend, she was prepared to wel
come her as her own, she was afraid
from her present feelings she never could.
That was the dark side of it. Having
naturally a sunny heart she soon found
the brighter one ; and in an hour's time to
have looked upon her as she went around
her pleasant home, one would have said
that the evil spirit was wholly exercised
It was one of the pleasantest of June
evenings that Madaline Carter came.
With her husband Alice was waiting ujnm
the portico to receive her, when the car
riage drove to the door. She had expected
to meet a handsome woman, but for so
much beauty she was not prepared. For
a moment she started back as one will
when a sudden light breaks upon them.
"I am happy to welcome you, Mada
line !" Mr. Lund said, shaking her hand
cordially. And then turning to his wife,
he presented her.
Madaline's proud eyes flashed widely
open upon her At a glance she seemed
to take in her whole character. How
much a single look will express. The one
that passed bet ween the two women was
fraught with meaning. It said, "I shall
hate you !" From Madaline's eyes it was
like a swift, strong blaze ; froni Alice's
like the piercing gleam of a star sharp
and lancelike. This was their meeting,
although the while they clasped their
white hands together and smiled. While
Alice went to the kitchen, Madaline con
gratulated Mr. Lund upon his happiness,
his home, his wife. She did this with a
touch of tenderness in her clear, skillfully
"I alwa3s knew, Arthur," she said, in
her old, familiar way, "that sometime you
would be nested down in just this way for
life. Isn't it delightful ?"
"Very," Mr. Lund answered, smiling,
"used to prophesy, too, if I remember
rightly," he added, a little archly.
"But you were a false prophet. I knew
you were then."
' 'Yes no ! Circumstances entirely j us
tified my conclusions. You'll admit that,
"Not even that."
Mr. Lund smiled again. He was used
to her evasive answers. They seemed to
please him. From her manner he was led
to watch her closely. How beautiful she
was ! As he thought this, a little tender
breeze swept up from the fragrant paths
of the past. It was so pleasant that he
deemed it harmless. So he turned his
face towards it. It grew stronger then,
and swept through his heart even. Ah,
Mr. Lund, what a dangerously delicious
pleasure was that !
Madaline Carter came for a visit of a
few days, but they lengthened out into
weeks, and still she did not speak of go
ing. At dinner, one day, she said, turn
ing her face towards Mr. Lund, while she
fixed her eyes upon Alice :
"I have a friend in the city, or rather
an acquaintance, who wishes much to call
here. He once knew Mrs. Lund he
"Ah, and who may your friend be?"
was the answer.
"Mr. Ralph Morrison. He is here from
Penn on business. Some people call him
very attractive. What is your opinion,
At that moment Arthur raised his eyes
to Alice's face. It was so white that it
"Are you ill?" he asked, rising quicklv
from his chair.
"No, no pray be seated," she an
swered, glancing deprecatingly into his
face. "I was a little dizzy it has quite
Madaline had watched her closely
meanwhile. There was a satisfied, know
ing look about her mouth and in her eyes.
A poor reader of human faces would have
known that there was a certain triumph
at her heart.
"I hope the thought of seeing Ralph
Morrison does not affect you so, Mrs.
Lund," she said, gaily. "I shall feel
obliged to warn Arthur of him."
Alire's face crimsoned, and for a mo
ment she did not answer. Even Arthur
seemed a little disturbed at her strange ap
pearance, for he raised his eyes to her
face, as though anxiously awaiting her
"I would advise you to do so, Miss Car
ter. Perhaps he will appoint you to
watch me closely when the gentleman
calls," Alice said, at last, laughingly.
"Perhaps so," Madaline answered,
opening her eyes to their full width.
"I hate you ! ' was tbe look that passed
between them then, fierce, deep and
strong. Mr. Lund felt it. The swift cur
rent touched and thrilled him, but he was
like one standing in the dark.
In the evening following, Ralph Morri
son called. He was a dark, handsome
man, with a smooth tongue and a soft
voice. Mr. Lund did not like him, and
so gathered his dignity about him like an
icy garment. Alice was very quiet, and
a little paler than usual ; but Madaline
was all grace and beauty. Her eyes shone
like Btars. They were se bright that what
was lying in their depths could not be
seen. Before he left, Mr. Morrison spoke
a few low words to Alice, and as he did
so, Madaline scanned the face of Mr.
"They were friends once," she said,
seeing how indifferent ke was.
113 glanced towards them quickly at
this, and then looked inquiringly into her
lace. Her words were simple enough, but
they were weighed down with meaning.
As it annoyed, she drooried her eyes, and
r laying with her bracelet, remarked, in a
confused, half-troubled way :
"Excuse me I I supposed you knew
all about their acquaintance, and yet I
might have known never mind. See !
Mr. Morrison is bidding Mrs. Lund good
He was, indeed ! But why should Alice
stand blushingly before him ? Arthur
Lund was startled out of his composure
for a moment. He turned to Madaline.
She had risen from het chair, and stood
with her beautiful head bent thoughtfully
"I am quite puzzled, ' he said, in a low
tone. "I must hear more of this," he
added, quite forgetting himself.
This was but the beginning of disquiet.
With Arthur Lund it increased daily. Be
tween Alice and himself a strange cold
ness sprang up, but Mtdaline was every
thing to him. I do no', say that be was
conscious of this, but doubting his wife,
he made her his friend
It was so like old tubes to be with her,
he would say to himself. So like the
pleasant days of his youth it seemed t
listen to her sweet, musical voice. Sme
times he used to wish that she could not
read him quite so easily ; that she did not
know quite so well of t ie little trouble be
tween Alice and himseif. But after awhile
he ceased to think of this even, and Alice
went further from him. How would it
end ? As the beautiful enchantress willed
perhaps. But the good angels of earth are
many. They watch as well as the bad.
Madaline told Arthur that Mr. Morrison
and Alice had been lovers once. She said
this in an artless, innocent way, as though
she did not half comprehend what she
was saying. But she drank in every word
"Why did they not marry ?"
"There had been a misunderstanding
between them they had not quite com
prehended each other," was the answer.
"O they could see how it was now, of
course. People could always see when it
was to late to remedy an evil."
"Yes, yes but had they loved deeply ?"
The word came with a sigh. At that
moment it fell welcomely upon his ears.
Madaline had loved him deeply, perhaps,
he thought. Involuntarily he raised her
hand to his lips.
Ah, Arthur Arthur Lund ! could you
have seen the white face bent towards you
at that moment could you have seen the
terrible loook of agony that passed over it,
you might have stayed your feet from the
path which they were treading. The
beautiful hand would have scorched your
lips like fire !
Softly, noiselessly, Alice stole up the
wide stairway to her chamber. In the
darkness she fell upon her knees, clasping
her hands across her forehead. Her
prayer was :
"Be merciful merciful, dear God !"
"It is so cruel, so .miserably cruel !"
So Hester Lund kept saying to herself,
as she sat by Alice's bedside during the
illness that followed that night. But
Alice did not speak at all, only mutely
with her large brown eyes. She kept her
white face hidden in the pillow, and
muffled the heavy sobs that broke so con
stantly upon her lips. At first Arthur
came to see her, but Hester suggested to
him one day, as she saw him nearing his
wife's chamber, with a troubled expres
sion upon his face, his mouth stern and his
brows knit, that it would be better for him
to allow Alice a few days of uninterrupted
quiet. He looked at her keenly as she
spoke, and his fine lips curled into a
"Then I am a trouble to Alice ?" he
said, in a low tone, scarcely above a
"I did not say that you were. But some
thing troubles her. I am sure of that,"
was the quick answer.
"I do not doubt there is. I have ample
"And so have 1 1" retorted Hester, un
der her breath, turning away.
This conversation was in the upper
hall. At the door of her chamber, which
was slightly ajar, Madaline Carter listened
to it! Her beautiful face gleamed in its
"We will see we will see, Alice Lund,
who conquers 1" she said, clasping her
hands together, and bending her regal
head upon them. "To fail is to die, and
that you begin to feel 1 But for this little
quick-eyed Hester I must keep a sharp
When Madaline went down to dinner
that day she wore her sweetest smiles.
"How was Mrs. Lund?" she asked of
"Very well," was the cool reply,
given with a corresponding glance.
"Would she be down stairs soon ?"
"That had not been thought of much
"She (Madaline) would have visited
her, but she feared that she might disturb
"She most certainly would," was the
prompt, decisive answer.
Arthur Lund raised his eyes in surprise.
Hester look him firmly in the face. Mada
line watched them smilingly. "I must
see to that Hester,' she thought to her
self. Ah 1 that would have been well, Miss
At the expiration of a week, Alice in
sisted upon going down stairs. Hester
protested that she was too weak, and
even Arthur expressed a fear that she
might endanger her health by so doing.
But she was firm in her resolution, and so
at tea-time that day she took her place at
the table again. She was looking "poorly.
None felt this more keenly than did Hes
ter, and in consequence she hated Mada
line Carter most deeply. How the little
play would end she did not know, but she
thought to herself that in it she would
not be an idle character that she would
help the plot to a speedy denouement, if
How strange it was that Ralph Morri
Eon, who had absented himself from the
house during Alice's illness, should make
his appearance on the fist evening which
she spent down stairs. To Arthur Lund
it was inexplicable. To all appearances,
it was the same to Madaline. But Hester
was content to watch without wondering.
Alice was lying upon the sofa when
Mr. Morrison was announced. Her hus
band was near enough to her to see the
faint color arise in her checks at the men
tion of his name. With a quick, hurried
glance about him, Mr. Morrison bent over
Alice and whispered a few words. When
he turned away, Hester went at once to
"Tell me what he said, Alice dear,"
she began, taking her hand.
"That lie was happy to see me in the
parlor again, " she answered, raising her
eyes wonderingly to Hester's face.
"And was that all?"
"All?" (still wonderingly.)
"That is well. Sometime you shall
know why I asked you."
Madaline clenched her white hands
together, and under her breath cursed
Hester Lund. For what, she knew not.
The girl's face was unreadable as a sealed
book. There was nothing to be gathered
from that. Perhaps her step was a little
firmer, her head, always finely carried,
took a more confident poise, as she turned
from Alice to her seat again. There was
something, at any rate, that jarred with
Madaline 8 thoughts. All around, it was
an unpleasant evening. But Mr. Morri
son was never more witty or entertaining.
To Hester it seemed dull, and she knew
that it was the same to her brother, that
aside from Alice he cared little for the
coinjMuiy. His eyes constantly sought her
face. 1 lis head was bent towards her as
V , Once in a while, as though
conscious of lietraying too deep
u-st, lie would turn his face to-
v. . us .MaUulme, but it would be tor a
t-v moments only, and then to Alice
When he turned to leave the room that
night, he drew his kerchief from his coat
jKx ket, and as he did so, a delicate little
note dropped o the carpet, close at Ar
thur's feet. Mr. Lund stooped to pick it
up. Of a sudden his eye caught the su
perscription. It was in the fine, delicate
enmanship of Alice! He put his foot on
the note and bowed Mr. Morrison from
the room. For a moment he stood as
white as marble. The perspiration gath
ered in large drops upon his forehead.
His lips were tremulous, but not with
speech. He knew then, when she seemed
to go forever from him, how deeply and
well he had loved Alice; that his passion
for Madaline was no more to that, than is
the first breath of spring to the rich glow
of midsummer. He gathered the note in
his hand and crushed it there.
"What is it, Arthur?" whispered Hes
He waved her away with his hand.
His eye sought Alice.
"Not now," she said.
He turned around. Madaline had
stolen quietly from the room.
"Yes, norn!" he said, almost fiercely.
Alice looked up and he went to her.
"You are no longer my wife!" he said,
looking into her white face, as he spoke.
She started up wildly. As if to crush
her down again, he held the note before
her eyes. She read:
"Dear Ralph! I shall be down stairs
this evening. If you love me come!
"I never wrote it. Arthur Arthur!
believe me," she cried, sinking back upon
the sofa in a deep swoon.
"You have killed her!" said Hester, as
he turned away.
He rushed out of the house, down the
gravelled pathway into the street. He
did not know or care where or which way
he went. So he wandered about till
nearly midnight. He was drinking from
the same cup that he had pressed to Al
"Morrison's heart-blood should pay for
the wrongl" he said to himself in the
heat of his mad passion. Then he thought
of Madaline. Instinctively he cursed her,
and then himself in turn. At last, he
turned towards home. He gained it by a
roundabout way that led him to a back
gate situated in the remotest part ot his
grounds. He entered it noiselessly. Walk
ing slowly up the smooth path, densely
shaded upon either side, he caught the
sound of voices. His hrst thought was,
that Alice might be there keeping tryst
with Ralph Morrison. He listened snud
deringly. Behind the thick screens of
rustling trees and shrubbery, Morrison
and Madaline were talking, now long
they had been there he had no idea. But
they were talkiug of him, lie thought.
Hearing his name mentioned, he moved
more closely towards them.
"The plot deepens," Madaline said. "I
had no idea that it would work so well.
You have acted your part nobly, Ralph!"
"Why should I not? Alice Thurlow
did not turn from my heart's best love for
nothing. I swore to her then, if time
was spared to me, I would strike at the
tenderest part of her life. The blow is
deep, she thinks now, but she has not
felt it yet! Do you remember how white
she grew when I first spoke to her? She
had not forgotten my woros. iney win
go to her grave w ith her. '
"I pray they may," said Madaline, in a
tone of deep passion, "and as ior me, i
care not how soon. She took my heart
away from me, when she wedded Arthur
Lund, l have been a nend ever since, i
stood at the parlor door to-night when he
held the note before her eyes. How happy
I was when I saw that agonized look
break over her white face. She little
thought who had mixed the fiery draught
that was raised to ner nps. adu Ar
"You are a strange woman, Madaline,"
said Morrison. "I like your strength and
bravery. But you are shivering with the
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cold. Lei me ieau you w mc uuuoc.
"No. I am not cold." she answered
"Life in too deep for that to-night. This
revenge is maddening, intoxicating! My
brain is on nrei sniy nean seems uurning
outl . .
"I must insist upon your going in,
He said something more, but Arthur
could not quite distinguish what it was,
Something about living until the victory
wu entirely won, was the burden of his
words as they moved away.
wnen Artnur reached the house, he
found Alice asleep. He bent over her
couch. He could see then how sadly she
was cnangeo now pale and thin she had
grown. She turned upon her pillow, and
whispered his name brokenly. Tears
gathered in his eyes. His heart was full.
"Forgive me!" he cried, as she opened
her eyes upon him.
"O, Arthur, you wronsred me! I did
not write that note. I do not love any
one but you. You are all that I have in
the great, wide world!"
He took her hands tenderly in his. and
in broken sentences told her what he had
learned. And more, he told her of this
strange infatuation, now gone forever;
and he promised, with the help of God, to
be all in the years to come that he had
been in the past, tender, true and loving.
The next morning he carried Alice down
to the breakfast-room in his arms, and
placed her close beside him at the table.
Madal ine looked wonderingly upon him.
She was so taken by surprise, that she for
got the part she was playing.
i did not think to see you down, Mrs.
Arthur bit his lips. "Are vou uuite
well this morning?" he asked, raising his
eyes to her fact;.
"O yes, quite well!"
'Then you did not takoc,old hist even
"Take COld?" she repeated, chanaina
"Yes, Mr. Morrison was apprehensive
that you would. And it was extremely
careless of you standing out in the night
air so long. Did you go out immediately
after leaving the parlor?"
"No that is"
"You stopped to glance through the
parlor door while Alice read your note,
perhaps?" he queried, in the same cool,
She flashed her eyes upon him. Thev
shone like balte of fire in her great anger.
She arose from the table. Trying to speak,
her rage nearly choked her. "1 hate you,
Arthur Lund!" she said.
"Indeed!" he answered. "Your feel
ings are emblematic of change. My re
gards to Mr. Morrison when you meet him
again. Alice and I would be pleased to
have him call at his leisure."
She swept out of the room without an
swering. An hour later she was on her
way to the depot. She did not stop to
thank her kind host and hostess for their
protracted hospitality, or even to bid them
a good morning. For a long time they
sat at the breakfast-table, Arthur and
Alice, while Hester read by the window.
The breezes came in deftly, laden with
summer's dying perfume, the canary
whistled and trilled in its cage, the sun
shine threw its golden lines farther and
farther across the snowy linen of the
table. The young wife smiled the
shadow had risen.
A MARVELOUS SUNSET.
A PHANTOM MOUNTAIN AND FOUR
"The heavens declared the glory of
God, and the firmament showed His
handiwork" in the sunset glories of
Saturday evening last. Such a sight is
rarely had here, and never elsewhere.
Those who have been here season after
season, for pleasure and sicht-seeing,
admit that they never saw anything to
equal it before, and Mr. Aiken, of the
Mount Washington railroad, who has
been here at all seasons of the year for
ten or twelve years, and Mr. Murphy,
of the signal station, who has been
here in the summer's calm and the
winter's storm, conceded the scene on
Saturday evening to be the finest and
most wonderfully magnificent that they
had ever seen.
Just before the hour for its setting,
the sun was entirely obscured by a
heavy cloud, which deluged the moun
tain top with a driving shower of rain,
but the cloud lifted instantly, just at
the moment of setting, and the sun
bathed the mountain top in a golden
glow, softened and shaded by the renec
tion of the dark clouds which hung
about the horizon over against the
summit of the mountains : So sharply
and clearly were the rays of the sun
thrown upon the mountain, through a
rift in the clouds, that the blades of
glass in what is known as "liigelow's
Lawn," at the head of Tuckerman's
ravine, could be almost counted trom
the mountain top, more than a thou
sand feet above them. Instantly, and
as if by magic, the most brilliant rain
bow ever seen commenced forming,
one end of its golden and crimson
showers resting in Tuckerman's ravine
and the other directly over the trlen
House. A complete arch soon formed,
high in the heavens, so soft and sharp
as to lepresent two-thirds or three
fourths of a circle, instead of the flat
arch usually seen in rainbows, and the
colors at the lower extremities were so
brilliant that a second, third or even
fourth reflection could be seen against
the mountain sides where they rested
A striking feature of the occasion was
a huge bank of white clouds hanging
low beneath the very centre of the
arch, the upper edge of which took a
golden hue trorn the setting sun, and
gave to the fortunate spectators a
cloud with a golden instead of silver
lining. Another remarkable sight was
the shadow of the mountain top thrown
against the sky and mountain ranges
to the eastward, directly beneath the
centre of the arch, and so distinctly
that the shape and formation of Mount
Washington was as clearly defined as
is the mountain itself, while the form
of the Summit House could be dis
tinctly seen on the crest of the shadow.
The glow of the setting sun was so
brilliant and so clear that the Green
Mountains against the Western sky
were clearly marked, and Camel's
Hump, Mount Mansfield and Jay Peak
could be distinctly recognized from the
top of Mount Washington, as well as
all the other mountains to the north
and south. It was a gloriously gor
geuus and magnificent sight, and one
that will hang about the halls of
memory forever. Among Vie VUuds,
Mount Washington, August lvth.
The Kinsr and Queen of the Bel
gians attended the ceremonies at the
unveiling oi the statue oi tne ceie
brated Flemish painter, Van Eyck, at
The fall fashions announce a great
change in the shape of ladies' hats.
Broader brims will lie worn, with much
Mr. Moody's Sunday evening Bible
readings at bis home in Northfield are
very successful. His large house is
usually filled to overflowing.
A whole family, consisting of a
man, his wife and two children, were
lately found murdered in their rooms
at Ribiere-au-Gay, France.
Miss Clara Louise Kellogg is on her
way home from Europe. She has
l)ought a costly operatic wardrobe of
Worth, the famous Paris milliner.
The engraving and printing bureau
at Washington now employs 17.r plate
printers and nearly 300 girls, m'sules
numerous clerks, watchmen, messen
The canning factories in South
New Jersey are in full blast, working
up the abundant supplies of tomatoes.
corn, fruits, etc. They are running
full time and full handed.
Mr. Joseph Nimmo, Jr., has been
ippointed Chief of the Bureau of Stat
istics at Washington, the duties of
which position h has performed a
acting chief during the past two
Vermont's fat woman, Mrs. Al
bert Smith, of Rochester, died recently,
her weight being over 400 pounds, ana
the coffin in which she was buried at
Saxton river was as wide as a common
If a man works for a week and gets
nothing for his labor he takes it for
bad luck and says nothing; but when
he siiends five minutes m sharpening
a lead pencil and the point breaks off
he acts like a madman.
Eiditv vountr men .appeared for
examination for admission to the Ag
ricultural College, at Amherst, Mass.,
last Thursday, and more are to follow,
so that as large a class as can be ac
commodated is assured.
Mr. E. T. Thorpe, of the Royal
Society of Great Britain, and Pro
fessor Arthur W. Wright, of Yale
College, are at Salt Lake City, taking
magnetic observations, which are to be
extended from ocean to ocean.
The "trout" which sportsmen in
the White Mountain region have been
catching in such quantities are said to
be, without a doubt, the young salmon
with which the New England Fish
Commissioners, at great expense,
stocked the streams.
With a view to the promotion of
soundness in trade, it is projtosed by
Montreal manufacturers to form an
association including, beside them
selves, those to whom they sell. Books
of reference, with the standing of each
member, are to be kept.
Xfiar Bromlev. Ont.. stands a log
house erected more than two years ago
of poplar and uaim oi gneau logs,
which can now be seen crowing,
sprouts having been thrown out from
the logs both inside ana out, maKing
the structure a mass of foliage.
Snmo rtpoitle have singular ideas
about situations of safety and danger.
slicrht thunder storm n Mon
day afternoon a Portsmouth, N. II.,
r a t i 1.1 1
lady took reiuge on a ieainer ueu piawu
on the floor, and stuck there till all
"danger" ot being strucK uy iigiiuimg
was over; then she arose, and finding
that. thp. lire was verv low. proceeded
to enliven it by pouring kerosene out
of a gallon can into ine stove.
The dam of Weslev Lake at Ocean
Grove and Asbury Park, in New Jersey,
gave way while some repairs were w
ina tniulft nt the sluice way. and in a
short time it was emptied of water. A
lad who was on the beach was swept by
the water into the surt, but bemg agoou
e-iiched shore with the
aid of a boat. This is the second time
the dam has been carried away.
Fruit culture is making rapid pro
gress in the United States. According
to recent olliciai statements uie imu
appropriated to this branch of industry
is .4,500,000 acres. Uion this there
flourish 112,000,000 apple trees, 2rt,000,
000 iear trees, 112,270,000 ieach trees,
and 141,200,000 grape vines. The to
tal value of the fruit crop throughout
the United States is set down at Sl.'W,
210,700, an amount equal to half the
value of the average wheat crop of the
country. Toward that large sum ap
ples are held to contribute &.j0,400,000,
pears 814,130,000. peaches 840,135,
000, grapes $2,li,000, strawlerrie3
$5,000,00!, and other fruit $10,4.i2,
000. The British flag was consecrated
in Cyprus on August 18. The cere
mony, as described in the despatches to
Tlie London Standard, took place at 0
A.M., in-the Greek Convent of the
Virgin, about a mile outside the walls
of Nikosia. In the distance the moun
tains hemmed in the landscape. Close
at hand were the clustered tents of the
British camp, while nearer still was an
ancient church. The peasant girls of
the island, wearing brightly-colored
petticoats and stockings, and having
their heads adorned with flowers, had
assembled to witness the spectacle. The
eye also took in, here and there, com
panions of the Bombay Lancers on
their mules, and the English Royal
Engineers, military orderlies, swarthy
looking mountaineers, and the leading
inhabitants of Nikosia. In the Con
vent Church a solemn mass was chant-,
ed by a choir of ecclesiastics and monks,
who wore long black robes. In a pro
cession which was formed at the end
of the mass a golden crucifix and sev
eral other sacred emblems were borne
aloft. On a carpeted space in front of
the building stood Sir Garnet Wolsely,
and close to him was a gilt throne.
Some prayers having been offered and
psalms sung, the flag was incensed and
blessed. After the blessing the flag
was hoisted aloft between the tower of
the church by the young priest.