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V;;'i4 ;;i.-"f J'Vj, A"''s.:'',?t'"y-i- ji't ; .. vVv:-iy' ;TEiIESlStJP?BEIiIENT'. Times i '.JOf LOXJISBUEG, N..C. OLJ-FA$HIONED ROSES. . i BY JAMES WHtrOOHB BIXKY. ; '.'. ; Xhcy ain't no ptyleabottt'em; - And they're sorter pale ana laaea; ;, . Yit the doorway here.withont?em , '- Would be lonesmer and shaded ; :- ; -With a good 'eal packer shadder "'-a- V . Than the mornin' glories makes' rl 'i And the sunshine would look sadder, " . f : For their good old-fashioned sakes. -j I like 'em 'cause they kind o :' :'. -- 'i ' ooixer moKes a ieiier use 'em; -.? j And I tell you when you find aX 51 ? k Bunch, put whur the sun can strike 'em It alwus sets me thinkin' 5 '". ;; . '; - . ': . - :.-N ; O' the ones 'at used to grow -)-----.vi And peek in t&pugli the cWnkin'. : - O' the raibiri, don't you know. . ! : r And then I think o' mother, " ' . ' -," And how she used to love?em, at WlientheyVwuznVy-ptherv t '. ' ' ' '.J JLewthevfouni 'em! ; " And Ker eyes, afore she shut 'em, Whispered with a smile, and said J ',,.; We must pluck a bunch and put"em f . In her band when she was'dead. - -' But as I wW a-saym? v 3 1 Tbey ain't no style about em, . Yery gaudy of dspiayin', .ji ..i But I wouldn't be rtthout'enii - r ' 'Cause I'm happier in these posies ... a - .... Ajid.thehollyhawks'arldsich ?V :: Than lie hummin' biiil 'at noses J- ! Q Inthe-roses oftherich. Pi- .'- MARTYR TO HIS PRrNCTPIiES. Father Keller,TVlo Is In Prison for Assisting ' ; k ' , the Poor and the Oppressed, -f Until the middle of March last ,Father Daniel Keller, while vone of the oldest priests of the south of Ireland, and within his; district one of th6most I jiopular, was not known to the world at large. ST TARXT rOSTKB CIABK-;'..',. 1 . . ' i" rWeU, ,whois'it?" Pennmgton. the great NewYprk publisher, asked of hia" clerk as I stood for the first time on the threshold 6f the sanctum, r ' The clerki not knowing that I had followed close upon his heels from the outer office, replied : "A very slim young man with' a .very stout manuscript."' 4 . Hardly relishing this : pithy sarcasm, t scowled at ie fellow: who was pale, dark' arid had a disagreeable,' introspective mar ner. Then I stepped up briskly to the pub lisher's desk, and laying down a parcel, said : "This is the first part of a historical romance The Duke's Eeyenge. ";1;V'' 2.' M 1 - It Then touching the manuscript, charily with the point of a finger, as If it were an infected thing, he saio, shortly, "Leare it" ' . , . As I passed out I saw the young girl's blue eyes fixed upon me steadily, and I wondered - what could bring such a ; bright creature to that misty Office."; " " ' .:v-- , "- ? ' "Ned," said as the good fellow met me with smiling . expeeiations, '."Pennington seems not quite pleased with the first vol ume." 1 couldn't bring myself to repeat to a stanch admirer the publisher's frank critf cisminfull, Hr-. i( i:v : I "Ain't pleased ? Hah !" :exclaimed "Ne with friendly violence,' I 'didn't that sneaky,- downcast-looking cur, that . Bell, read your vol.oner i : ; "i " That's it," said Ned ; that's just what's the matter."! . The inelegance and inaccuracy, I of my mend's speeca x always paraonea in view of its hearty good nature. "Now," he went on, "you carry that m a (he pronounced the letters separately), Nelse, to a publisher, that's got a decent reader. - . r v . : vBut," -C answered haven't, another 'copy, and the Original scrawl was destroyed bit bv bit." Ned ' went to his business, and J .went where I;received-f20 on my iratch from a-' Hebrew eentleman.' Kothinir remained oi the tiOOO, my whole patrimony; with whichH t ihadlaunched fto life and Uterature some- I ff 7 I OTITIS' over a VArhf.foTr"-I mm ati Vtrihni i .A lasfs; Without friends axtd -possessed "of the most treuieej. miu uuuiteu - lues aooxu; ixie both oi that nobodv coull SnST)ec f rnm tti v IrwV nr demeanor that I was Buffering the panjrs of uuugcr. Aiuw same tune i. was reflectine. "He called her 'Fussy.' . Pussy 1 What aa absurd little nickname P,' . , - Cold and famished I walked the streets; cold and famished toward afternoon I went to my fireless room and at dowa to decide what sort of brute labor I should apply for. Pride was fairly starved out, and I was ready for anything to appease the fiend of- empti ness. By chance my eyef ell upon the table; a letter lav there. " I onened it nri th that set my brain whirling were these: .-. . . There is a '-clerkship' now vacant inour lower aalesroom. . Bypresenting thia you can secure the place. Yours, Ac.,-. .fudge whether I 4id secure it. Judge -whethet1!, -eagerly threw myself into the work and came home every evening in a re deemed overcoat to a 'paid-up ana smiling landlady.. Ned Russell was delighted in' sympathy, but with, his usual acutenesake advised me: i: i - : - "Keep your eye on that BelL'r '- - ' But the house was so large, the depart ments so various and the employees so nu merous that six months passed and I had jxevexseeri Bell .except the few times when he had chanced to walk', through the sales room. ' Always with downcast or restlessly wandering eve ad generally with bowed bead, he.lOQkad like-a- creature- under some wicJted speU-fjilaornot been very long in witthefirmfana-rwt-a man dowr stairs nington ot Co came some events of the sort that inyestthe most meagre history, of the tin? alonjr rmootiJr' on the IkxjmJr.gdal road we met a course th&t ws coming in toward the dtv. Throuxh Idle cairkwitT 1 chanced to look into the passing vehicle, and there, hands clased in hands, both otlivioui to the eutside worlds therealthQugh it'i ever now the shock, the hurt, long j.st can live through the agony agin thert were Bell and my Pussy ! "Ood help me I cried ouL "It's all over, Ned : all over ! Take me home.' "-" The-good fellow took me home at once. He had seen .them; too, and in his own fashion of solace he swore dire oaths of ven geance, until I begged him to go away and let me fight It out alone. . When evening ame. 1 determined to see Pussy just once more, to put aside my selfish claims and tell her that lf ever she needed a friend, a de fender, a man to die for her, a word or look would bring me to her side. 1 forgot to eat dinner and entered her house looking very pale -and wild. Pussy stared, up at me in amazement. .1 began apruptly : "I met you this afternoon, so there is noth ing to disguise." ' ... . . . "Met meT" she faltered ; then ' coloring aeerny, addea, -wiuirwiuwar. JJeur "Ves. alone in a' close carriage, your hands clasped in. his. .Of coarse I know-what to think.- ' 1 ' ' ( Pussy's lips began to qui ver. her eyes filled, and burying her face in her hands she cried bitterly, but .very softly'. ' I had seen her so brieht so harrpy. so' childlike. "that this re- J tressed grief touched .me to the quick. 4 orsot mr own trouble. I saw only her fair &ead bowed, her slight figure convulsed with anguish. .("Darling," I cried, flinging wor sen on the sora beside her; "darling, you may nistorv or Ine I 1- m vjm a r.m a v kt m I .tv'T tw n-n.! hibor consoiiantwitha young gentleman's1 f? e'?iVAtil httle glory.. My VQrdandIani with you', ' , 1 .mrtT1(r -w.' di. gnity.- ;' In two we 1 Mr. Pennington. amused me to trace wrinkled forehead smoothness began. man. weeks I presented mvself atPen- oingtonX'i asking:- 'Have you read the .second part, sir?" . . . i,sy. i ..-"N-no," he answered, "it wasn't just' at "hand the day I had leisure and-. .Well, well, it's quite useless Mr Bell found the first part unavailable; but-buV-come in to-morrow." ' 1 To-morrow, accordingly, Tcame was a bald Qie line .at which his ep-ded and ' the . skinny It amused me, also, to see ateaspoon and sundrybottles of dyspep sia remedies on hjs de?K.f tiff toucnea. ine k ujr. Bell," said Pennington only mildly 1 ne ink canted man topen glass stan manuscript nervously, made deep furrows of fretful wheh h spoke to this uncanny per- 4 the- other; ' She, came very carefully, I steadilv. with a. cmvn little mockerv r There are so many priests like h4nTISrho do thteir duty faithfully that the indi vidual i9 lost in the class. He was the parish priest at Youghal, county Cork. 1 Youghal is one of the parishes of the Ponsonby estate, which extends over three parishes, in the v county, namely, Killeagh, Inch, and YoughaL It is a smart village oh the Bay of Youghal, and the terminus of a line of railroad from Gork.' Father Keller has been unable, as he expressed it, to remain silent and inactive when he saw the poor and the weak op pressed.by the rich and the strong. The tenants of theToUjSpnby estate were rack- . rented. Father, -Keller- had joined with Father E. Muiphy.olfMleagh, in support ing the action of the$ocks in adopting the Iriskljeagueplanpnpaigri, which. ' was simply to pay to th&treasurer of the league such rent as the league experts said should be laid, leaving the league to settle with the agents of the estate. Father Keller acted as treasurer for the tenants.' For this he was arrested on March 18 and taken to Dublin by the way of Cork. The news of his arrest preceded him He was met at the station in Cork by an immense throng of people, include a ingjthe mayor and municipal council ' , The mayor presented him with an ad dress, while the crowd cheered enthu siastically. A like demonstration was made at every station along the line to Dublin. Archbishop Croke, who made an address at Thurles," voiced the senti ment of the people -when-he said to the arrested priest "You represent two great principles opposition" x to unjust action in" regard to rent, and fidelity to the confidences of ,your flock." At the. Dublin station the police were obliged to get out of the way, the crowd made such ; a determined onslaught; and the prisoner was lifted up and carried to the lord mayor's carriage, which -was in waiting, and he was then conveyed, to the Royal Hotel, where the lord mayor also made an address. . ' . v Next day he was taken before Judge Boyd, of the Bankruptcy Court. When i-he faced the ; judge and was asked to tes--tifyin certain matters relating to him and Ms flock, Father Keller tefused to do so on the ground that he would be betraying confidences. - . . - . Thereupon Father Keller was commit ted to Kilmainham for contempt of court. His was a remarkable journey from court to jail. Archbishop Walsh, Lord Mayor . Sullivan and Mr. Timothy; Harringtonl t jyi. jr., accompanieu ine priesi io ine jail, The crowd in the street unharnessed the horses and drew the carriages themselves, singing as they went; "God Save Ireland" and "We'll Hang Judge Boyd on a Sour Apple Tree." : : -i The priest was worthy of the honors thrust upon him,, for he was singularly modest; and unassuming through it all. In the jail he does not occupy an ordi- ...... nary ceil, out a smau ceu wnicn is pro- ' vided with a fire and ismoreeomfortable. He is a first-class misdemeanant, and will .be, allowed to provide his own food and such articles of. furniture as he. may de sire, and to have a' servant. ' He will not be required to wear the prison, dresa (al . though the rule . is -that misdemeanants shall wear it); nor iJrill :;heave to per ' form the same labor, and - special privi , leges mSy under " the prison: rules be al loVed him by the visiting board if they - think it can be : done without risk to the discipline of the prisdnl -He is ' allowed ' to have two hours' exercise ; in the day,' and will not associate with criminals. in a beseeching, fretful tone said : "Really, I I don't know what tcn-wbat todowithlt? 'VLv T 4'Read it and then publish it,?' I answered promptly and cheerfully." i 1 Mr. Pennington looked thoroughly misery able ai indicHng the unpleasant familiar he Mill f'l'ho Kiailintf said: and then put the mahUscript into his hands. "But teally, ; young" man," '.be ."contijiiiedy "you ought to be at better wort uianopj making. . Jt;sa vice." , r ' : ' , -i;i'- Laughing ".outright, I said : . 'Somebody hai to write'em."; .;. , '; ; ' "But everybody writes ''em,'.' said Penning ton ; "that's the trouble.1 How old are you?" "Twenty-two- Name, Nelson Floyd." JPity!" he exclaimed softly; and gave a the second part I laid the first on. your desk beside it; I've hot seen either since." ; "" ---- "You don't mean to say 'and I was rather glad to use asperity toward Bell "you ;don't mean to say that my book is lost?" 5 "I can't find it," Bell replied. r"Haven't you a copy?",; j . . , r.-i. . - -"Not a cony of a sinele line." - ' His wondering eyes dwelt-on me for a mo ment with a show of sympathy (I hated him for that pretense), and he said,"Come in again." ,,..v : . - Alter ird sold my seal ring. I did come in . again, then aeam. and vet aerain. after- va- Tious other trinkets had gone to keep it com- ill A 1 J . T 1 1 1 . i paiiy, uum ax lasi one nay ueu aeciareq : ."That manuscript is hopelessly lost." "What persons have access to this office? I asked, with stern meaning. . i . 5 t iiio to, jjcii tuuwereu. hiiu x leu nod in my directipn and went on with his that he was trying to appear unconscious of ( Not Quite AUke. "Good morning, Mrs. O'Haherty , Where have you been so early?' I -; 'Faitb, an Tve jist come from the bornin'i down at Mrs". Murphy's." , "Ah t. A new baby there?" -"Two, faith.. . She has two twins, and they be so near aloike that ye couldn't tell' one from the other to save yer loife." ' ; - ' TBoys or girls?" : "One's a Doy .and the other's a girrul." r '.KmHudcy State Jwtnal. .. . .'. V . ' 'ot 6b Tery Dreadful. - v' ;-: :- Mrs. Sardonicus-I see here in the paper 1 that many poor children have to go bare footed in the winter. I think, that's dread ful, don't you? 1 . , : . Sardonicus Why, not very. I go bare footed at least a third of the time mvself. : Mrs. Sardonicus I wish you'd just tell me when you ever went barefooted in the winter .time? : "--v ...v. -v; - !" -rr:1 SardordcusWby , I go barefooted nights; :-;;'.' ." 3if' -'George Growing: Great; : : ;'. :f . "I saw an article in the paper yesterday,'' remarked Mrs. Gabble to Mrs. Vain her - next-door neighbor, "stating that nearly all great men were, oaia."- wv.-'-'x; xr--!&,.p,. ' "Yes ; it is a shame, too. Now, my poor :' dear George's, hair is coming out so fasti ? scarcely think he will have any left soon,", scored Mrs. Vain. Chicago Ledger. polite dismissal, I walked outrv Passing Bell at his desk I scowled at his back cranial development and noted that it was particu larly faulty. j ' . Ned Russell, my chum, admirer and good? friend was waiting on the stairs. Ned wi twenty-one, had .very small means and a very large faculty for friendship. Ohfibty arrival in New York, just a year befifj fresh from college, he had heartibf sup ported me. in the opinion that a book great' book, . "a' stunning book," as he phrased it, would bemy only fit introduction to fame -and fortune. . Ned. had smoked away many hours beside my desk in revert entiaj Bilence, and his opinions were certainly , delightful. What came 'Short of impressing him as 'Wonderful'' - Or dramatic' ..and deucedly touching" made him shake his head, look very solemn, take out his pipe and ejaculate; "Deep, by George! -Nelse, that's deep profound." Well, there outside stood Ned, all excite ment, hope and fidelity. 1 told him of the fidgety, uncomfortable publisher, and then I described Bell, the clerk,' his averted eyes and dark face. Ned's own frank counten ance flushed with interest and anxiety, and he formed a conclusion at once. "That fellow's a sneak a sneak and a scamp. Look out for him, old chappy. Now strike while the iron's hot and polish off the second vol." Ned had a mercantile fashion of using abbreviations. 'Til sit by," he added cheerfully, "while you twistify that political plot and bring the cardinal up with a round turn in the end." Sit by he did, every evening, in a sort of enthusiastic hush,; and at last, after six weeks, he could exclaim, throwing up his hat and deftly Catching it : "Vol. two done. Hurrah !" Ned insisted upon carrvine the precious parcel in his own. hands, only de-. livering it oyer to me at the threshold of Pennington's outer office. As I passed Bell bis . head was leaning on his hand, and hardly glancing up," he made me what Ned, observing from the hallway, designated as a "sneaking, hang-dog sort of a bow." "The second volume of 'The Duke's Re venge,' " said I tq Mr. Pennington, . holding out the bulky roll. His forehead amused me more than ever. It wrinkled up like a piece of crape as he stammered: ..''.'' ' ' ' "Ye ye yes, but you see, the first part has been read and it's of no use--no use at all. Pll try to tell you Why. Many faults in writing may be, under -proper criticism, quickly atoned but your work is crude, and crudity can- be overcome only by years of hard experience. " Here, Bell, bring that first part." ,v Bell came softly and laid the first in stallment of manuscript on jthe desk beside, the second. "You can't ' understand me,"-' Pennington went on, looking the picture of woe, ."because," and he drew a deep sigh, "because you are crudej too," and he added, deliberately, with ,, marked emphasis, "A very .crude young man.'i "Then theres no chance for the book?" I asked, trying to keep a steady voice. . He glanced up. I must haye looked very boyish; 'for i was beardless and slim, "and had a mobile, eager face.' - He slowly shook his head. V. . 'r:'- '. ' ' ; ; Just then I saw there was another person in the room, a young girl; a school girl, she seemed,-with long braids of fair hair hanging to her waist, and a childish face with childish blue eyes. : ; With that second self, that other consciousness which can be busy over trifles when the everyday facultiqs"'are absorbed by some great perplexity, I, took, note ; of her while I asked of Mr.,Pennington : : "Won't you giye- my book your personal attention?".. "-"Bless me 1" Pennington exclaimed, fresh ening up with surprise. "Why you you, seem to know day, which . I happen to remember well, uartuy any one came m. "Yes,' Pennington added, speaking to Bell, "I remember the day, too, because my daughter was here and" . He stopped sud denly, coughed and scrawled a line in the letter before him while I said to myself: "So the pretty schoolgirl is his daughter." Bell seemed agitated, and if ever guilt were written on a man's countenance Tread it in his. "We issue a printed notice," explained Pennington, "statingthat we are not respon sible for rejected manuscripts. However, if yours turns up we'll send it to you." Ned Russell dropped in as usual that night and tried to comfort me by offering to insult Bell in the open street. The poor fellow left me d, which I knew he would hav save ou of his frugal lunches for-a month come.- . " . .'. - - ; Well, I tried writing stories, poems and squibs for the papers, and these productions were invariably returned. Ned's $5, a dress suit and other garments all melted away, gradually converted into two meals a day and sundry sops to my landlady, who with her capacious figure used to bar my passage on the stairs. It seems strange that through all this stress I never thought of lowering the standard by which I measured the em ployment that I could accept. -1 was suffer ing from pride, sensitiveness and all those mental diseases, which, in turn, spring from a misapprehension of the value of a unit in the universe. In short, I was a well-educated young gentleman, who finds getting on in the world very different from getting on in his college classroom." - The winter set in particularly severe, and my Hebrew banker, after loud deprecation of an excellent overcoat, had announced with a desperate, suicidal gesture: "Vel, I fif you four dollar on dot old goat." By anuary the last penny of that last money had vanished, and one night I went supper less to bed. In the morning, awaking very hungry and very cold, I wandered out into the streets. There was snow on the ground, and I walked briskly across a small up town jut. rennimrtoH was m and l had to carry some papers to his bouse. . Wishing to make some meiaoranda he-called out toward-the--i open door ieadine into an adjoining room: "irussy, Dnng my inxstana." papa, I'll bring it to you"', Presently Pussy came into the room.,. balancing the pen in one hand 'and demurely: looking down at the ink carried m an .open glass stand in carefully, very steadily, with a grave little mockery of re sponsibility .lurking .about her lips. I had seen Pussy .before -tice before.- -1 had re-' membered ber, too-rrernembered . her, so to tpeak, with "iny' saind. I knew just how pinkTier chin was: just how brown in the shadow and golden -in the sunlight the pretty, clear line cf her eyebrows: just what a waxen little nose-she ,had what pearls of teeth; and what a willowy figure. But from that minute, when she crossed-the sunshiny room, watching tie treacherous burden in her hand, then as she, reached us and put it safely down, looking bp With' a playful triumph from that minute ' I -remembered Pussy with my heaJf. - Why from that mo ment 1 -can't teii.' Possible because-but who ever found a kgie for love? " .While life lasts-, when I shalihave Krowh a'trembline. gray .old man, so I shall see her always so in the morning sunshine coming toward me siowiy, sxeadiry, men looting, jm wun a bright smile. And after this' world's sights and sounds are over I'll ask no fairer vision than the dear figure coming toward me once - again, no purer joy than such warmth, such hope, such ' ecstasy as woke that day in my dovish nean. , . - - Several weeks of dreamy .unrest passed by before I dared to think of pushing an ac quaintance at the publisher house. There was no matron to encounter to be sure, for Mr. Pennington was a widower, but one among the big army of little men down town. I had lost my sense of personal im portance. Yet there was Pussy's smile, there were .russys eyes and russy's shining braids of hair; so somehow one evening, armed with a business question for the father, I boldly rang the bell and asked for Miss Pen nington. She came into the parlor and showed her understanding, of - the situation by saying. iave to I wl,ProPer gravity; "I'm so sorry papa is jntnto Before Iwenf aWaythat evening very dis- if you please, Pussy and i. bhe was eighteen park, buttonine up a thin frock coat. ing out of the park gate a snowball hit me fairly in the back. There were boys at play all about, so I never looked around. But presently I was struck again in a particularly vicious way, right on the neck, and I wheeled about sharply to see what small boy might be the culprit. To my surprise the guilty rascal seemed to have been already captured and that by a young girl who was saying: : - . 'Frankie, " you liaughty thing, papa has forbidden you to throw snowballs,'' while the child vociferated, after tke manner of his kind : "I didn't hit him, Pussy ; I didn't, I didn't." . . . tv: jap ; J ust then the door of a- large house facing the square opened, and there came -out an elderly man, to whom the young girl at once made a complaint. . - ., . ; : - . . . "Oh, papa, .Frankie-has been throwing snowballs again, and. I'm afraid this gentle man is hurt." ...... v r - ."Bad boy must apologize Where's the gentleman?',' I caught these words and drew near, not because of them,'but because I recognized in the father of my small enemy Pennington, the publisher. . "Have I haven't I at. least I believe I haye seen you before," he said. . , "xou i nave.v- i answered, trying reetlv.' verv earl I were established friends years old; her name was Priscilla. "But you see," she explained, "they began by calling me . Pussy, thinking I'd grow up to the solemn Priscula, then I never did grow up very much so." "So Pussy is Pussy still." I finished out the phrase for her. "Ye-yes." and she laughed, but looked rather scared as I pronounced her name so familiarly, and yet with so capital an' excuse. To tell the truth i could feel a great heart beat at my own daring. ' I found out what her tastes were, what girls were her "very, very dearest friends," what young men were allowed to visit the house and that she knew "Mr. Bell in papa's office." "What sort of a fellow do you find him ?" I inquired with a depreciating sneer. "Oh, very nice," sne answered, in mai cheerful monotone that women use when they are particularly puzzling, "very nice indeed." - If anvthinsr could increase my dislike to Bell it was that Pussy should esteem him. "And has he," I asked sarcastically, "any particular spite against the human race that he carries the- countenance of a ' baffled demon?" "Oh," said Pussy impulsively and with anxiety, "do you think he loeks so very badly ; so very unhappy V "Then he isn't happy, eh f And I spoke grimly enough, "why isn't he T "How should I know?" exclaimed Pussy in a sort of fright and striving to hide some emotion. But the color would come surging into her delicate face and -words could have told me no plainer that I had a rival in Bell. ftext day l expected nocning leas man 10 be called to account by Pennington. But the summons never came, and so after a fort night had passed in safety I tried the delight ful experiment of a : second Visit. ? From that time I called regularly every week, becoming always more and more in love with Pussy and confiding everything to Ned RusselL "Hah I" he would, exclaim indignantly, "if that rascal Bell hadn't got your . m s you'd be a rich man to-day and could offer yourself.. Such a romance as it was 1 Pull af full of well, it was deep, by George, deep!"., j -'-"' 1 '" My. feelings toward BeU ; naturally grew more and more bitter,, as. I .heard Jiij name mentioned; irom timeTO lime, oy russy. jm last one evening we met. Chancing in rather jarlycI surprised fiim. In-close Conversation with Pussy, sitting next her on the sofa.- He hardly greeted me, but left the house at once. 1 don t Know now masietwiu; say : "'You and Mr. Bell are old friends, it "Oh, yes; rather old friends," she answered indifferently. ; - : When I thought the matter, over I under stood that Pussy could not see Bell as I saw him ; the snuriy, sneaxing, scnemuig rosyo. At any rate, her choice should be made with open eyes, and I resolved to make a scheme that must expose and unmask him.. The very next day I entered Bell's office, walked up to his desk and began curtly : . ' , , . "Mr. Bell, where is my manuscript T" ' As usual, his head was on his hand and he hardly stirred or looked up as he answered : T'm mm T don't know." . - ... . - ;"Sir,' aid I, nhough a year has elapsed 1 am still determined to sift that villainy. I shall know who has robbed me, I shall find the thief; the thief.-sir." . He smiled and siowiy anq, quieuy but- Irritated past endurance, l niasea : "I . don't want-your friend friendship," sobbed Pussy, viciously twitching away the hand I had seized..,. Then) becoming more coherent, she said;' "I was afraid I might be seen,' and nobody woukj- would under stand: I was afraid you'd think think all sorts of things." - r -Have you," said I gravely,, "chosen that man for a husband?" . This ceremony of questioning came with rather tardy propriety, for Pussy was in my arms at- that moment; I never 'could tell how she came there, but I knew, by an in stinct, thai-appearances had lied, and that' she was all mine. My lips were on hershir . ing braids when I asked-again : "Are you , engaged to near' . --. "it a," she answered a delicious, fragrant, dewy f-'no" melted in a first kiss. She never said "yes'! at all as she often takes occasion to remind me even now. . It was a long hour before I thought of my enemy again, and then my little affianced wite told me his atory something after this fashion. . . - "Why, yotl dear, jealous, silly old thing, you ought to love poor Mr. BelL The day we nrst met in papa's omce i pad come there to see him." "Well," I broke In, growing uneasy again, ''that's not pleasant to near. "Don't be a gooae," said Pussy. ; "Mr. Bell married Mamie Scott, my dearest friend." "MarriedlWhy oii earth,1 Pussy, didn't" you tell me the man was marriedr "Couldn't,". Pussy answered, shaking her head gravely. , "His wife, poor Mamie !" PussV dropped her voice to a whisper "is in the lunatic asylum at Bloomingdale. There was a taint of insanity in her family, and while she was sou a bride sne lost, her reason nopeiessiy. I go up and see her sometimes and bring her husband news of her condition. .Sometimes bring yov to pa-pa's oxtlcse rn.- Bldo, and L txTiii W tLrnpIe. w..a fan aria, "I anew, tri&iie wouldn't rarer; tht rpailed Infant was nerer punished. Ob, I'm not so Childish as I look' Perfectly true, and tils deep d.'plomati't,' with her wide blue eyes ana - fair . braids, makes a wise little wife. We have bm five yean married, and one day Uulv I looked over the yellow tre of "The Duke's Ke- venge," and laughed heartily as I read aloud the grandiloonent periods. Ned Ensaell, al ways delightfully tym pathetic, fairly roared. "By Georeel .ttV ridiculous. Nelse : it's really rirticuloua." t - Then Pussy remarked : tfYcn never eoul l . be a great author, Nebon. 'Pmpa always said ' "You're no base flatterer, my dear," said L 4 "But who knowt Berhapa you can write oown some everyday matter in a lair, ttraighfJorwaMway," she sugrested. "Yea," Ned chimed ia enthusiastically; 4 .''confound cardinals and spectres and mur ders. . Let's have facta good, homespun facta." . - , . . So here they are: for now that Poor BelTi young wife is dead and his sorrow become more placid and natural. I foave ventured, with some changes of names, to jut down, for the benefit of scribbling youngster, the true history of VThe Duke Eevenxe." .. .-. - - Txiwxr orixioxi' ';', 'The Rxv. Da. Jovs Hiix: ? As. crime , breeds misery, so misery often breeds crime. .We hould Uke nose of this fact- and try to mendlt.': ... ..J ' , .-,-. - . secret sooietiea encourage lit-, out societies, but we do not wish them to be . under -oaths' or ' obligations of secrecy, which always eoooar ages deeds of darkness at times of mean-. ne9E; , - . -r u. V . ; . ... ' Tbomas BtruT . Axpaxca : "I recollect ' being much struck by the placard urrnount-' ' ing this tent-'Boot beer sold here.' .It-oc- ; curred to me, the. perfection of pith and poetry.' 'What could be raore true? Not a word to rpare, and yet everything fully ex pressed.' - Rhyme and rhythm faultlesa.' . Johs Rrsxrs on the study2 of languages "If they want to learn Chinese they should , gd to China, and if they want to learn Dutch, tcv Amsterdam, aird after they've learned 'all ' they want, learn wholesomely to hold their tongues, except on extreme occasions. In all ' languages whatsoever." ( ' , .-,-- .. - Thx Rrv. Pmiixr Baooxs:' "Ood 1 will ' only punish men for wlckednecs and not for' holding opinions.' That ia the truth which '"' cuts Into the knot of sophistry and erxb that great error, that error itself Is gnllt. The"' . church should be" more intolerant of. selfish-' neas, cant and hypocrisy, and leas indignant with original opinions. The minister should, be the pattern' of intolerance of all that Is Immoral and the model of tolerance of what. -Is honest doubt and honest belief In what ... differs from himself." ' . Matob IIewttti -when asked:' "Do you . think Sunday oratorio would conduce to aid , or weaken the cause of. Sunday morality In , New Yorkr "A I am' not mn expert In music, I oaght not to have been 'asked this question ; but I should say, on general prtncf-' ' plea, that it depended upon the character of the music and the character of tke audience. " If the music were bad and the audience liv telllgent, I should think itwould conduce to morality on the part of the audience. If the- music were'good and the audience were had, - I fancy that they would be awfully bored by the performarice., - v ',' ' -, A MONSTXB BALLOON. we go together, and to-day oh, it was so sad ! we found her much worse. Coming home I felt very sorry for poor Mr. Bell, and i suppose i laid my nanus on nis." "Ah I" said I, with a great sigh of relief. "You see,! she went on, "Mr. Bell was an editor, and has great literary taste and Judg ment, but under this sorrow he lost courage and dreaded responsibility, so he undertook to help papa for a while. Oh, ie loves Mamie so dearly! Ilislife Is blighted; he broods over "his grief all the time, think of nothing else, cares for nothing else." . I said ; yet there were still "foor retiow r i said : yi perplexing facts, and I added "1 never told you before, but a book of mine was stolen from your father's office." "Indeed ("'exclaimed Pussy, cheerfully. . -'And you suspect him? Then she In stantly started up and ran out of the room. In a minute she was back again and, laugh ingly merrily, laid in my hands a heavy bundle my manuscript "The Duke's Revenge.'" i t l n - .-ex j i.yr. .Mi Om That Will Take Cs Om Hmadre Fa-' - ' " Mitm at a Tim. ' " It Is reported that the next International r Exhibition, to be held In Paris In !&, is, like that of 1878, to be adorned with a cap- . tiTe balloon.- It is to be of enormous sire; and. -as in 1378, the maximum altitude . reached will be about 350 feet. But whereas In M. Giffard'a balloon only fifty passengers -were taken up at one time, the projected lerostat wui carry iuu pamengera, Ane--gine of OUO-horse power will be employed to . pull the- enormous mass back to mother earth. It will be remembered that the bal- . loon of 187B was torn to pieces In a high wind, owing to the fact that it was not kept full of gas. In the new balloon a special precaution is to be taken to preserve the tightness of the envelope, so that the wind -can find in it no' hollow or wrinkle. A smaller balloon, filled with atmoepherie air, ' is to be placed inside the Urge one, and the volume oi tnia smauer paj loon can do in creased or diminished by means of an air pump worked by an electric engine .in the -car. By this means variations of tempera ture, with the consequent alteration of bulk . in the gas, can be compensated for. Net That frrtf a Ball. - 7 : ' The widow of a distinguished professor was visited by a rather shabby-genteel sort of gentleman, who expressed great admiration for her deceased husband, and who finally said: ' ..... . . MI revere the memory' of your husband, and i would like very much -to have some relic to keep and cherish." x "l ne only reuc i can oner you,'" repuea the disconsolate widow, sighing heavily, 'is myaeir. li you will love and chensn me lor his sake, you may." ... - Hut the reuc-nunter naa auenuy ssoien away before she could finish the entenoa. The Little Jade lm Bad Coaspaay. Judge Duffy had a rough time of It the other day with a prisoner who had been re peatedly arrested. "", i ou are moorrunoie," - ne ssuo, -ana i shall have to give you three months thie time. This is what bad Company has led you to." ' "I seem to spend most of my time In this court with youj humbly replied the pris- 5 oner. mv SactlT -v "rivl pinched and shaky best to look him through oxuvuxus .uuu, vixC iliica v4 and through.- I've called at your ofifc nublishine' houses. y "WelV' i urged with' emphasis, ''I; am sure the wbrk'only needs fair and impartial . consideration.!;;1; -i - w' - , 4 " ; ' VOh,"" answered, the publisher, "you think the people who. nsk their mbney in putting out books are governed iby personal preju dices? "Yes, all young writers think so. If I showed you our accounts and proved that good work brings gain and bad work brings loss you would still believe we' had some . fiendish delight in trampling down .genius." vonr office about twenty times to recover a manuscript." Mr.Penmngton began to edge away, and after putting a little distance between us he asked: "Is your address unchanged?" -I nodded sternly. He said to hia daughter, VGood-byej Pussy," and then coming back and touching my sleeve with an inquiring forefinger he remarked, examining my face : xou looK ratner ratner paie. - Are you troubled with with-dyspepaia?" . ; ' I returned to Mr. Pennington's question a gunshot of a "nol" and then raising my hat stiffly to the young girl I passed on, bitterly resenting my position, yet proudly satisfied veyedme. In "Ynn'wi : The door opened, Pennington appeared. The word "coward" was on my hps, but some last glimmer of sanity saved me, and I flung out of the room. . - Ritkt In this overwroueht condition."! could delay no longer to learn Just how. Pussy stood with this fellow, and vowed to go that very night and hear my doom from her own lips, in the afternoon Ned Russell .found me, stmt in a state of fearful nervous excitement. Somebody had loaned Ned a turnout and he said: , , "Come, Nelse ; come take a drive and shake off the blues." ... I went gladly. The air and exercise were soothing and pleasant, but as we were trot- "I took it, dear," she exclaimed breath lessly; "I'm the thief, and I'm so glad. I'm so glad." Then she clapped her hands' in del&ht. "But why did you do such a thing?" I demanded in amazement. "To help you," she replied simply, as if the matter were perfectly plain. "My heart ached for you, kelson, dear ; you turned so white when papa called you (a crude young man.' ' Then, of course, the manuscript was good for nothing, because' Mr. Bell said so. and! Just snatched it up and carried it off.'' Wincing a little under Pussy's frankness, I stammered out some further questioning. "Don't you see," she explained, "poor papa has dyspepsia, and people worry nis life out, but he a really very kind-hearted, and can't bear to see anybody suffer. I knew if your book were lost In Els office he would do something for you, and he did ; he Eive yon employment, and he'll do more ell give you advancement, for he says you can write a very respectable business letter.", "Thanks," I responded, a little drily. "And papa will give you 'more still." Pussy continued, "he'll give you", (this with a cov. lovine action), "eive von me."" - I well, it not necessary to state what I did at this juncture, but when Pussy had The sentence that the little fudge passed tm the next case Is not recorded. r , . , , , Oaly Tartly Beeoaciled. . "How long did vou say you had been a widow, Mrs. Frank?" . r - "About two years, sir.". . ; ' ' "And have you become reconciled to yomr loss yet r . -, -. ; - WelL partly, yea, sir." ' . "Partlv ? - How am I to explain that?" "Why, I mean that I am reconciled to the loss of my first husband, but not to the loss of that companionship which I might -have from a second," Yduri QmtU. ' ' Wasted Beaaty. ' . v'- . ,rWhv do vou wear vour low-necked dress In the theatre V asked a sensible woman of her butterfly sister. , "To please the men, of coarse," was the vain reply. " ' "And don t you think you would succeed better,'. said the other, "if you removed your -hat instead of your waist T - - - Most rtrst Pa t His Hmmty. - Dumley (registering in hotel) "I suppose 1 . can put up here for a day r . ; derk f,Oh, yes,' air. Any baggage. imttiin f kin I KWfarhM W rityfaUT. 41f.-r-uunuf t - ' F'Oh, Pussy, all these schemes, when I JT f.. though sx .artless 1" ... . . .... - L. v?7 M ' 'i n coniess tne wnoie now i m intne i humor," she declared. "Frankie was really throwing snowballs that day you crossed the park, but he never threw the one that' hit "Who did it then?" I asked. "I did it." Pussy replied, her eyes danc ing with mischief. "An, my darling." she whispered, lovingly, "you had no overcoat. a n - - Six TTaaasvd Kaeter Over 6,000 Easter eegs were distributed among the poor from the lower sections of New York aty by Kev. uenry o. fc-imnsii. you looked cold and Douglas Jerrold remarked that it was bet ter to be witty and wise than witty and angry. I wanted to otherwise. ,r.-.. i )
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