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All the ib- re at very LOW TRICES. Ve ate M mined to U all ir Holiday Goods, and therefore will give CLOSE FIUCEi. Our Prescription De partmtnt is com plete. fjTCALL AND SEE CS.- P. W. VAUGHAN fllIJIIII I lf.lKMItUI mm PATEII MEDICINES OLD MOTHER SAVAGE SHE WAS A CUIUOUS SIGHT. Net cr More 'Would She Embrace (( Her Child. 1 ' Ttsnof Btle. ': t .' ' I bail not been at Virelogne for fifteen, years. I went back there to hunt in the autumn with ray friend Serval, who had built another cot tage there, his first one having been destroyed by the Prussians.: M 1 loved that part of the country in finitely. There are delightful cor ners of the, world that exercise a seusual charm over the, eyes. We lore th m with a physical love. We whom the earth seduces preserve tender memories of certain springs, certain fields, certain ponds, certain hills, which we have often seen and which have moved us as we are moved by happy events. Sometimes even the mind turns back to a cor Her of a forest, or a river-bank, or a garden full of flowers, , which we have only teen once at some merry hour, and which has remained in our we meet in me mrecr, oa a spring morning, in a clear, transparent costume, leaving soul and body tilled with an unsatisfied and enduring de sire, a sense of momentary contact with happiness. At irelogiie 1 loved the whole com try, dotted with .bits of foiest, and traversed bv streams which ran thrnncti the noil like veins, carrvinv o - 1 ' J 1 blood to the eartu. iney nsnea in them for crabs, trout, and eels. Di- vi.ie happiness! Tlwewere places where one could bathe, and sniie were often to le found in the high grass growicg on the banks of these narrow water-courses. I went on, liirht as a trout, watch ing my two dogs foraging ahead of me. Serval a hundred yards away on my right, was beating a field of ucern. 1 turn! aside the bushes that formed the limit of the forest of Saudres, and I saw a cottage in rams. Suddenly I remembered it as I had last seen it in ISO'., clean, vmeclad, with chickens before the doer. What sadder sight than a dad house with its standing skele ton, dilapidated and forbidding? 1 remembered also that a rood woman had made me drink a glass of wine within, one day when 1 was very tired, and that berval bad then told me the story of the inhabitants. The father, an old poacher, had been killed by the gendarmes. The ton, hom 1 taw at the time, was a tall, bony fellew, who passed likewise for a ferocious destroyer oi game. I hey ..n.liL.e.: t il. i were canea me cavuge. a uat real name or a nickname t I hailed Serval. lie came up with his oag stride. What has become of the people who lived here?" 1 asked him. And he told sue this story: When war was declared, the ton, then thirty- three tears old, enlisted, leaving the mother alone ia the bouse. The old woman did not receive too much sympathy, because she was known to nave money. so she stayed alone m this isolated houie. far from the village, en the outskirts of. the wood, but the was cot afraid, for she belonged to the same race as her husband and son, a rough old woman, tail and thin, . W , - . a ... who did not often laugh, and with whom no one ever joked. Women who wot kin the fields seldom laugh, for that matter. Laughing is lor the men. The women have dreary and restricted souls, living dull and gloomy lives. The man learnt to I'idulge in a little noisy gayety at the w&e shop, but his companion remains Kt'iivus, with a countenance constantly severe. The. muscles of l.er face have not karncd how to JMotuer aavagff continued iter every-day life in her cottage, which was soqu covered with snow, bhe visited the village once a week to get some bread and a little meat; then she returned to her hut. At there were rumors of wolves, the carried a gun an her back, her sou't gun; it was rusty, and the stock worn from constant haadliog. bhe wa a cuii ut tight, this tall Mother Savage, a iiiue bent, going wun now atriues through the mow, tlm gun-barrel projr-cting above the blackcap which so effectually imprisoned her white hairs that no one had ever K-en them. One day the Prussians came. They were distributed among the inhabitants, according to the for tune and resources of each. With the old woman, who wai kaown to be rich they placed four. They were tour big, ight-:uiired, blue-eyed fellows, who hsd kept their flesh in spite of the fatigue which thfT bad eadured, mid their good nature, although in a conquer ed country. . Alone at this r aged woman's house,; they were very thoughtful of her, saving her all the satigue and expense tint they could. All four were to be seen making their toilets a -ound th well, in the morning, in their shir sleeves, wet ting their pinL-wh'tt :Iesh charac teristic of men of the North with an abundance r.f water, ia theraw. snowy air, while Mother Savage came and went, preparing the soup. Tiica they were seea cleaning the kitcbn, scouring the floors, chop ping wood, peeling potatoes, wash ing linen, fulfilling all the house hold duties, like four good sous around the;r mother. But the old wotnai thought con tinually of her own boy, with his tall, thia figure, hooked nose, brown eyes, and big mous ache. Every day she asked each of the soldiers installed at her fires'de: "Do you k-iow which way the Twenty-Third t reach Regiment went? My boy belongs to it.'' They answered: No, not at all." And understanding her pain and anxiety, because they had mothers oftaeirown, they bestowed uon . . . iuuumuu muciwra. he was very fond of her four eue- mies; for peasants seldom feet the ainotic hatred; that is monopolized )V the upper classes. The bumble, those who pay the most because they are the poorest and whom every new burden overwhelms; those who are killed in masses, forming lie cause of their numbers real food for cannon; those, in short, who suffer the most cruelly from the atrocious miseries of war, because they- are the weakest and least able to resist. seldem understand the belicese ardor. the excitable feeling of honor, and the pretended polit'cal combinations which ia six months e.bausttwo nations, the victors as well- as the vanquished. The neighbors said. speaking of Mother Savage's Uer- mans: 'There are four tho have found a home." Rut one morning, while the old woman was alone in her cottage, she taw at a dtstaace over the plains a man coming toward her dwell in sr. Soon the recognized huu as the letter-carrier. He handed her a folded paper, and she drew from their case the spectacles which the u:-ed in sewing; then she ie.d: AIadam biVAOE. This brine you sad newt. Your boy Victor was killed yesterday by a cannon ball .1... . , tnai cut nun ia two. t was stana inir tieai. for we marched tide bv side in the company and lie bad asked me to notify you in case any misfortune should befall bini. have taken possession of his watch in order to restore it to you at the endottnewai. i salute yoo as a friend. Cesar Kivot, iyMier of (he 34 tla.u in th$ 'IJd of Ihe I'M. , J The letter bore date of three weeks before. She did not weep, ih remained motionless, to atruck and stupified that as yet she did net even tuffer. She thought: "There's Victor killed now. incn gradually the tears rose to her eyes, and eiiei in v aded her heart. One by one ideas came to her, fnghteaing and tor turing her. Never more would she embrace her child, her big boy. nev er more! The gendarmes had killed the father, the Prussians bad killed the son. He had been cut in two by a cannon-ball. And it seemed to her that the saw the horrible aizht the bud falling, the eyes oiten white he bit t!.e corner of his big moustache, as he had been wont to do when antrry. Rut what had they done with Lis body? if they bad only restored her her child, as they bad restored her her husband with the bullet id the middle of his forehead! Rut she heard the sound of voices. , It was the Prussians returning from the village, bbe quickly hid the letter in her pocket, and received them tranquilly with her .usual face hav inff bad time to wipe her eves. All four laughing with delight, for they bieugui witu tbeia a use rabit, stolen doubtless, and they made tignt to the old woman that they were going to have a feast! She began directly the preparation of tbe( breakfast? 'm, when it came to the killing' i f ' the rabbit, her heart failed rl-. Vet it was not the first! On f the soldiers hit it a blow bei." d ie ears with his fist. Ouce the uu 'uial was dead, she suc ceeded in tkiuuing the red body ; hut the slit of the blood that 'she felt cooling arid ' clotting, made her tr ruble from head to foot;' and al ways she sa w her big boy cut in two, his b'dv red also, like that of this still palpitating animal, Ul . I bhe sat down at toe , table with !ier Prussians, but the could not eat a single mouthful, v They did, not heed, but devoured the rabbit. ,, She ooked at them sidewise, saying hot a word, maturing an idea, her face so expressionless that they noticed nothing. " -....-,- ( I ,, Suddenly she asked: 'Here I we ;iave lived a mouth together, - and 1 do not', even ' know your names." They understood, not without diffi culty, what she wanted, and told their names. 1 hat did not satisfy her; she made them write them on a piece of paper, with the 1 ad dresses of their families, thenj rest ing her spectacles on her big nese, sh considered this unknown writ ing after which she folded the paper aud put it in her pocket, on top of the letter which told of her Ion's death. When the aieal : was over she said to the men: "I am going to work for you." h i , , And she began to carry hay into the gafret nrheie they slept. They were astonished at .this work 5 she explained to them that they would not be to cold: and they helped her. They piled op the bundles till they toucbed the thatched roof; and thus they made a sort of large chamber with four grasti walls, warm and rfumed,iu which they would sleep marvellously well. At dinner time one of them be ame anxious on seeing that Mother Savage st ill ate nothing. She de clared T'.it the had r ramp. Then she lighted a good fire to warm her self, and the four Germans went up to their lodging by the ladder which iney used every nignt. As soon as the trap door was closed, the old woin&a took away the ladder, . then noiselessly opened the outside door, and went to get some bundles of straw, with which she filled her kitchen. She went barefooted in the snow, so softly that they heard nothing, irom time to time she istened to the unequal snoring of the four sleeping soldiers. When she judged her prepara tions sufficient, the threw one of the bundles into the fire, and : when it was well ailauied, she scattered it over the others, went out, and watched. In a few seconds the en- tire interior of the cottage was illu minated with a raging light; then it became a frightful bed of coals, a gigantic glowing oven, from which gleams shot through the narrow window and , threw dazzling rays upon the snow. Then a loud err came from the top of the house, followed by a chorus of human shrieks, heartreading appeals of anguish and fear. Then, having burned through the trap-door, a whirlwind of tire burst into the attic, pierced the thatched roof, and rose to the skies line an immense torch; and the whole cottaire was wrapped in flame. aothing more was heard within but the cracking of the fire and the crumbling or the beams. The ttol suddenly fell in, uad the cottage's glowing carcass shot a great shower of sparks into the air, amid a cloud Of smoke, the fields, lighted by the tire, shone like a sheet of silver tinted with red. A bell in the dis tance began to ring. Old Mother Savage remained standing before her destroyed dwelling, armed with her gun. ber ton'tgun, for fear that one of the men might escape.' When she saw that all was over, she tluew her weapone into the embers. A loud report rang ont. j People came hurrying up peasant, Prussians. 1 her found the woman sitting on tree-trunk, tranquil and satisfied. A German officer who spoke like a ton of i ranee, asked her: , Where are tour soldiers?" bhe stretched out her thin arm toward the red mass of dying fire. and answered in a strong voice: "In there." - ! 1 hey pressed around her. The Prussian ashed . -fit iJ "How did it take fire?". .. .. I ' n She answered:) . i ,UI set it on fire:" m , 1 They did not. believe her. They thought that the disaster bad sua. denly made her crazy. Then, as all surrounded and listened to her, she told the ttory from one mi to the other, from the arrival of the letter to the last cry of the men burned up with her house. ' She did not forget a single detail of what the had felt or of what the had ; done. When she had finished, she took from her Socket two papers, and, in or.ler to istingnish them by thedyinggleams of the fire, the again adjusted her spectacles, and then said, pointing to one of them: "That is the death of Victor."., Pointing to the other, she added, at the same time desig nating the red ruins with an inclina tion of her head: : "These are .their names, that their relatives may be informed." She quietly handed the white sheet tf paper to the officer, who took her by the shoulders, and she continued: - . ' 'Von will write them how it happened, and you will say to the parents that I aid it. Victore Sim on, the Savage! ' Don't forget." The officer shouted some orders in German. They sei;ed her and hurled her against the still hot walls of her dwelling. Then twelve men arraoged themselves in front of her at a distanco of twenty yards. She did not budge. She had understood; she waited. An order rang out, allowed immediately by a long re port. One tardy shot was heard alone, .after the others. The old woman did not fall. She sank, as if her legs had been mowed from un der her The Prussian o3icer ap proached. She was almost cot in two, aud io her clenched hand she held her letter, bathed in blood. .nn 1 1 ii ii II I. SKASOXAllLa HEFL1XTI0XS BY 1ICXCY BLOUXT. A He Sits Dreaming In The Old -ar Deeping Twilight. WUstia Minor. The old year is dying, and in a few days it will be gone forever. It is time for reviewing the past, and re flecting upon the lessons it taught And we are ia a frame of mind at the blessed season of joy and good cheer to be fair and just and honest and impartial and charitable in oar judgments', and write down LOthing in malice against our fellow beings. The soothing and lulling and peace breathing carolings of "good will to all maakind" now fall upon ns like sweet, preciously tuned far off melody, and it quiets the aching brow of anxiety and soothes the feverish pulse of care and makes ns feci the kinship of humanity. Yet the "good tidings of great joy which shall be U all people" have not yet lost their virtue by any means. The demands of a highly complicated system of society, the pretensions of highly aggressive methods of scientific inquiry, may teem to dim the lustre of the news which came to simple men in a burst of glory and of gladness to many centuries ago. Rut the tired spirit turns from both to find in the angel t message a support ia the present and a promise in the future which the highest flights of scientific specula tion and the choicest rewards of social distinction alike fail to yield. The glorious message, announced on the plains or Bethlehem, carries with it possibilities of refreshing for the jaded, spiritual elevation for the self-seeking, aad satisfaction far the reverent seeker after truth. It has adapted itself to every condition of humanity; it has been the nurse of Civilization and the herald of pro gress, it is old, as we call ace: it is young, measured by the days of the everlasting. Rat young or old, its progress will not be stayed nor its mission ended, till the kingdoms, of thit world have become the kin domt of our Lord, aud of hit Christ. Rut now we are thinking of the old year that must soon fall from the embattlements of Time and pass out into the ocean of the eternal Oone. It is a season for reflection and for tears. It is a time for pray er and self-communion. The dying year teaches us that we too must die, and that we are one mile post near or the grave and that awful Bar of Judgment before which we must one day stand and give an account of the deeds done in the body, God grant that we may so live by the light of the experience we have had during the year that now is dying and by the solemn warning of these solemn hours, that our record for the next year will be a brighter, happier, no bler, purer one. Helf-RIfiruteousness. Dangers of the darkest kind Riea in minis tit fluttprinanraiae. Dwarfed conditions of the mind, Biunted growth and stunted ways! imperfect is the human race, Aud tsverr ona mat sometimes rr? There is no name, nor is there place wuere wrongs may not some times occur. Self may sit enthroned on high, May rule in robes of saintly graoe, Self may pray, and purr, and sigh, u er ail the sins of all the race I Honeyed words may flow like oil. Bible Drecents fill the atr Self for self will onward toil, belt tor aelf will do and dare! Self may stab with righteous word, belt may stain a righteous cause May strike at truth and then the Lord Strikes back, through Hit eternal laws. Self may rise, but self will fail, Shattered aims about will he: "But the freedom gamed for all Leads the human hosts on high ! Sunday Inter-Ocean. It i our dntv to be happy, because happiness lies in contentment with all too Divine will concerning us. Ninety-nine per cent, of ambition to try, and one per cent, of talent, is ii lost is n'jessary iu succras whatever -we undertake. in Books, like proverbs, receive their chief value from the stamp and esteem of ages through which they have passed. However we may labor for our own deception, truth, though unwelcome. ill sometimes intrude upon the mind. f)nn of the moat effectual wavt of pleasing and of making one's self loved u to be cbeertuu Joy aoitens more hearts than tears. 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