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' XOOK AHEAD.
Youth ofbright eye and smooth white brow,
So bappy and exultant now.
Viewing the brilliant sky above, '
Thy bosom fall of &ith and love
Love on, hope on. but still reflect,
The stanchest ship is sometimes wreck'd,
Clouds will obscure the brightest sky,
Francies most priz'd, take wing and fly '
Weep not the past, for that is dead
And for the future have no dread.
But look ahead !
Mau of mature years, full of care,
With threads of silver in thy hair,
Fretting thyself o'er chances lost,
Thy life-bark sadly tempest-tost
Deem not that you have liv'd in vain.
The chances lost may come again.
Up I np 1 and work I be not cast down
The somber clouds that on thee frown
May, ere another day has fled,
Disperse, and sunshine banish dread
So look ahead I
Decrepit pilgrim, nearly home.
Fear not the change that soon must come
Ail living wait toward the grave
God enly takes the life He gave.
Let thy thoughts dwell on things above
And rest content, for 'God is Love;'
Then youtb( strong man, or 'pilgrim gray,
Remember, while ye toil to-day,
The earth at last must.be thy bed,
Strive not forjdross 'tis best Instead
To look ahead.
f Written expressly for the Hbbaxd. J
A CRIMSON HEART ;
on,
, WHICH SHALL TRIUMPH,
INNOCENCE OR GUILT.
BT BOTE J. JESSAMINE DICKSON,
OF NORTH CAROLINA, "
AUTHOB OF "THE DIAMOND BRACELET,"
"6ECBET CAVES," ETC. ,
CHAPTER I.
- richard melville's death.
'Leaves have their time to fall.
And flowers to wither at the north
, winds breath,
And stars to fade; but all
Thou bast all seasons for thine own
oh Death r
"Oh papa t papa I you can not
you shall not, you must not die,
and leave your poor, little Inez
all, all alone in this great un
feeling world, for papa, I can not
live without your protecting love,
and if you die and leave me, my
heart will surely break!" And
Inez Melville, the speaker, a fnir
youneigirl.numbenng perhaps fif
teen summers, burst into a stormy
flood of , tears, and sank upon
her knees, by the side ot a couch,
on which was extended the form
of an elderly man, over whose
once handsome features, the
ghastly shadow of death, was fast
beginning to creep. The dying
man moved uneasily, and lifting
his white emaciated hand, be
laid it tenderly on , the bowed
head of the weeping girj, and in
a voice tremulous with suppressed
emotion, he whispered:
"Inez, my poor child lookup!
Q3d alone knows how deeply it
grieves me to leave you, but I may
not, can not linger much longer
for the Divine Summons has come
and t must obey yes, I must go
out into the mighty land of mys
teries, and there Inez I will meet
your mother my beautiful Span
ish bride, my first and only love 1"
As the dying man spoke, a beau
tiful light beamed from his sun
keu eyes, and rested like A heav
enly halo of light upon his. pallid
features. The girl hushed her
sobs, and raising her bowed head,
she gi zed long, and earnestly in
to the tender, loving eyes of the
only -parent whom she had ever
known. .
As she 'kneels there, in the
hushed room ot death, let us
pause for a moment, and gaze
around us. The room is a large
airy . apartment, fi'led op with
the costliest furniture, ana every
thing ,in , it, betokens taste, and
refinement. A large bay win
dow is open, through which comes
the gentle Spring breeze, playing
athwart, the pallid brow of the
dy iog man, and stirring the dark
tresses of the girl, who kneels by
the couch, watching each varying
change ' and shade that passes
over his face, her lithe form now.
and then quivering with inward
emotions, while her sweet young
face, which ; is . only, a refined,
and delicate reflection of his own,
ever, and anon blanches white as
the snowy sheets before her. v
"Yes Inez, my darling, I go to
meet your mother, and together,
we will watch over pur pure obi Id,
and our emancipated spirits will
hover around you by day and
by night." ,
"Oh papa, dear papa, don't;
don't speak of death again, for I
think my heart is breaking," re
plied the girl now weeping afresh.
"And what will I do without you,
for I will be homeless, friendless
and penniless, since, uncle fid
ward claims all we have?" '
"My sweet child, my own Inez,
God knows I would stay with you,
butit isimpossible.for mortals can
not resist the relentless hand of
death; but darling you will not be
homeless, for I have written to
your uncle Edward to come for
you wbeu I; am gone. I know
his heart is ha rdened, yetl do
hot think it id in him to refuse
his brother's child a home."
"Apd even if he does not re
fuse it papa, I can never goto
uncle Edward's home, among my
haughty cousins, and be depen
dant upon their generosity. No
rather will I work for ray daily
bread from house, to house,"
cried the girl with " something
like a gleam of lire flashing in her
eyes; and lighting up her proud,
young face. "But oh papa, if I
could only go with you through
the 'dark yalley, and shadow of
death.'"
"That cannot be, my child, but
remember t h o ugh your
earthly parents are gone there is
One mightier than all One, who
will never forsake you if you
tiust Him aright, but now
daughter sing my favorite song,
for I would hear your sweet
voice once more, ' ere the sense
of hearing is stilled in death."
The girl again bowed her head
upon the couch of death,and by a
mighty effort controlled the con
tending emotions of her bleeding
heart, and sang in a quivering
voice :
Afar beyond the vaulted sky, -There
is a world of rest, and love;
And when shall close my mortal eye,
I'll seek that Joyful clime above.
And t&ere Til live forever blest.
.... And meet the lov'd ones who have
gone, .
I'll lean me on my Saviour's breast;
And Joyful ralae my endless song. 1
: There, where the cooling waters flow.
And there, where comas no veil of
wgnt . . - ,
There where the bright flowers glow.
, I'll live for 'aye In sweet delight. '
Oh now my weary longing sonl
Pants to reach her radiant home; ,
And pass within those gates of gold,
Oh Jesus, 8avlour, quickly corns I
Like a wail of death, the song
diod away, the girl raised her
head, and gazed into the still,
white face before her, just as a
radiant light broke over his fea
tures, and stretching out his
arms, he exclaimed; '
"Have you come for me Inez,
my bride? Then let us go, let us
haste away." And sinking back
amid his pillows, the pallor of
death overspread his face his
eyes closed, and Richard Melville
slept the sleep that knows no
waking. As he sank back upon
the couch, the girl gave a piercing
shriek, and springing toward him,
she sank upon his lifeless body a
senseless heap. Scarce had she
sank there liKe a broken lilly,
when the- sound of footsteps were
heard,: and the next momont the
heavy door swung softly open,
giving admittance to the form of
an 1 elderly woman, whose ' time
frosted locks were pushed neatly
back beneath the border of a
snowy cap. She paused in the
door-way, and gazed for a mo
ment on the scene before her, the
pale white faoe of the dead man
upon whose inanimate, body lay
the form of his child in a death
like trance. It was onlv a mo
ment she stood there gazing op
en that deathly scene, then clasp
ing .ber withered hands, she ex
claimed, while tears ran down
her wrinkled cheeks: .
"Oh ' God in Heaven help us,
for poor master Riohard has died
all- ulone here, with no one by
Dim out niscnuai un wny
didn't Miss Inez tell me, fori
never thought he was so bad
never dreamed it Ah Miss Inez,
poor innocont lamb, -.what will
you do now without master Rich
ard?" And advancing to . the
couch, she lifted the inanimate
form of the girl, from the
dead body, muttering under her
breath: "Poor lamb poor lamb.
what will you do?" And laying
her upon the sofa, she bent over
her, and began bathing her tem
ples, and sprinkling water over
her face, all unconscious that an
other person had, entered the
room,. and stood regarding the in
animate form on the couch with
a hard cruel expression beaming
in his haughty black eyes. It
was but a moment be gazed, then
turning aside, he touched the old
woman's arm, saying in -a cold
unfeeling tone:
"My brother" I gee is dead."
With an exclamation of surprise
she started up, and casting one
swift glauce into the face before
her she answered in a hatd dry
tone:- .. .
"Yes Edward Melville,' your
brother is dead died a few mo
ments ago, with no being by him,
save his child, and she poor, in
nocent baby, I think her heart is
DroKen.' -
"Baht nnt.runff thflkind. rIia
win get over it in jess, than i
week I'll v ager, half of it assum
ed no doubt." He went on in cold
measured tones: "for these Span
iards know well how to play their
vttvnoy vj via aid w a j uia vuj
The old woman gazed at him
unflinchingly for one moment,
and then without even so much
as deigning him an answer, she
stooped, and lining the girl in her
arms passed out ot the room.
TO BE CONTINUED,
THE MISSING LET
, ' TER.
'Here, Barney, ' take this letter to Miss
Laura Carter. Mind and give it yourself
into her own baud.'
It was. yred Harlowe who said this, a
fine young fellow, with curly brown hair,
and soft, dark eyes, that had the same
chestnut glint in them.
Barney took the dainty missive, thrust
ing it into the pocket of his Jacket.
'That i will, JUr. UteO. Will 1 wait for
an answer, sir?'
NO."
'I will go for the answer myself,' thought
Fred, as he watched Barney's retreating
form; a pleased smile playing around his
mouth, followed by aq anxious look in the
eye, for hope and fear: were prttty equally
balanced inbisbreast .-..SKti.t- ,
Barney was passing but of the gate, when
a sudden thought struck him.
Pretty Katy Moony was seamstress at
Mr. Carter's,, whose good graces he was
anxious to obtain. So, turning back, he
went to his snug little room, over the
stables, and taking off his soiled and torn
jackets, put on his "Sutday best,' casting a
complacent glance, as be buttoned it over
the brawny chest, at tht eracked glass that
hung over the mantel, and Which revealed
a frank, honest face, whoie prevailing ex
pression was that of careless, rollicking
good-nature.
Barney had nearly rsaohed his destina
tion, his thoughts mofe onKaty's bright
eyes than his errand, wken suddenly putting
his hand in his pocket, he found the letter
missing. ' : " . ," ', ' " .'
It had been left behind In his every-day
jacket. ';"; ''' ' !.! tt.Y
It was a smile, or more, but there was
nothing to be done but to turn back.
Barney bad gone snly about half the
distance, - when be met Sir. Fred, on bis
way to town, who balled him with ,'
'Hello! Barney, youVe been quick. Did
you give the letter into Miss Laura's own
handT ''.'-.V'.'!'",' 1
'Yes, sir; av coorse, sir,' said Barney,
notdariDg to confess the truth, and quiet
ing bis oonscienos with the thought that hs
would do so, with the least possible delay.
He was not long in reselling his room.
But, to bis surprise and consternation, on
searching his jacket, no letter was to be
found. ' '-' .
He looked in every place where he could
by any possibility Lava dropped k, but to
no purpose. ' ' ", ., , . , ''
What was to be dona now 1 .
Nothing but to make a full confession of
his carelessness," which the falsehood be
had told made still harder for him to do.
But there was no other aitrnatlve j lie
well knew that It would be found out in
time, and that Mr. Fred would be much
less angry with him if ha bad the story
from his own lips. '...u'i
But he bad no opportunity that day.
Mr. Fred came home, but ia a great hurry,
and apparent flustration, going away al
most Immediately. . ; V, ;;
It was not until the, next day that Barney
or any of the other servants, knew that
their young master bad set sail for Europe.
'Sure, Miss Ksty, and it's a nate hand ye
are with a needle. Take pity on spoor,
lone man, and nwnd this old jacket r
'Old, indeed I sniffed Katy, with a dis
dainful toss pf the head; 'it. would be a
dale easier making ye a new one.' -
'But what is this betwixt the linln'f The
saints preserve us, but it's a letter F :
Barney to bis feet, as he caught a glimpse
of the soiled and wrinkled envelope that
Katty pulled out from a rent in the lining
of his Jacket.
'By the powers ! if It ain't tbt one that
Mr. Fred give me for Miss Laura, and
which disappeared all of a suddent Itwaa
Just before he went away to furrin parts. I
was In a terrible takin when missed it,
but I've never thought of it from that day
to this.' : ;':,,r . ; ;t , ,:
' 'An ye don't mane to say that ye never
let on ye lost itf v 5 ' ; " ! .
'How could I, Katy, dear t Sure, an'
didn't Mr. Fred lave the very nixt tnom
iu'f ..,-y''f.,"-' ..ru:--y.- ;'
, Ob, hear the stupid, careless, good-for-nothing
fellow talk I ' And wasn't thai what
made him go f An' isnt poor Hiss Laura
a-griovin' of herself as white and thin a a
ghost ? an' all for the want o' tlte letter that
you've been carrylu' about inside your
jacket, six 'weeks or more? I've no pa-
tlnnxa with r ' O-tva A ".' . , ;
'What ys goiu' to do, Katy r inquired
Barney, in alarm, as the Jndignant girl,
seizing the letter, turned towards the
door. - - : 'T-"' ; v" -:
I'm goln' to try to undo what you're
done, Mr. Barney. Miss Laura shall have
her letter, though no thanks to you for the
same.' . ." : . '-i : ' ' '
Katy found her young lady in Iter room,
and in her haste and eagerness, scarcely
waited to give the usual tap before enter
ing. V: .
-Toung Mr. Harlowe's abrupt departure
had been a sad mystery to poor Laura
Carter until she road the letter that Katy
laid on her knee, and listened to the story
of its long delay, and how it came into her
possession.
In spite ot the angry tone she bad taken
with Barney, Katy had a soft place in her
heart for the thoughtless, good-hearted fel
low, who was overwhelmed with sorrow at
the result of his carelessness. So she ven
tured a few words of excuse for him.
But Laura scarcely heard or heeded her,
so fast did her heart beat with joy at this
happy solution of the mystery that liad
cansed her so many sorrowful days and
sleepless nights. ; t-. , r V ,
Ami so a letter went across the Atlantic,
In answer to the one that , was so long in
reaching its destination, bearing to the sad
exile the words that he had so often yearn
ed, but never hoped to hear, V ,
It Is hardly necessary to state that Fred's
return was as sudden and abrupt a his
departure,' or to speak of the merry wed
ding that followed.. .
; The. young couple were too nappy to
cherish hard feelings towards poor Barney,
whose contrition was so sincere. In spits
of the sorrow be bad caused tbem, when
he married Katy, a few months later, Mr.
Fred gave hint the position of head garden
er on his estate, installing the two in a neat
pretty cottage. Which was, as Katy often
bad occasion to tell hhn :
'Much better than he deserved.' ' ,
Readlu for Little Foils.
HOLLO AND SILAS
: .H" -Vr- OR, " ' ,
' THE TWO CARTS.
Father,' said Rollo Wharton, 'I wish I
uau uvumi.
'Wliat for, my aonr said Mr. Wharton,
looking good humoredly up from his work.
For he was a harness-maker, and was
working on strips of glossy-brown leather,
with sharp little awls, and long, curiously
shaped needle.
Rollo bad been sitting on tbe door-step
for a long time perfectly quiet and silent,
with his chin in bis bands, and Mr Whar
ton was beginning to wonder what kept the
little fellow still so long. . r
Td buy cart with it,' said Bol-
lo. ' r:
A eart ? What sort of a oart T aske4 his
lather ' Y ..
, 'Silas" Wyman has Just got one,' said
Rollo, eagerly. 'A real beauty, father,
painted blue, with a great, yellow " spread
eagle on the front. And the wheel are
lined with yeUow and -' ,
n tit la till.. nu.Wfii) Mi4 tnrV
asked Mr. Wharton, with an awl - between
his teeth. i I
'To draw things In,' said Rollo, brtoth-
lessly.: V' ' , ' ,V ' -rX
'Thore's to be a'schoel plculo on Thurs
day Id the Big Hollow, yon know, fath-
'WeU, I ought to know,' said Mr. Whar
ton, laughing, 'for you have told me of it
often enough, my boy.' ' r '..-"
'Tes,' went on Rollo, and we're each to
bring something to eat. - And Silas mam
ma has given him a pound-cake,all covered
with white frosting, and cm mwl com
again,' in red sugar letters on the top, and
a bowl ot apple jelly, and a pine-apple, and
a currant tart, and he's going to pack 'em
all in the cart, and draw 'em there. And
I shall have to carry mine in a no-handled
basket? . .. ,
'What are you to take V asked Mr. Wbar
ton,stlll busily stitching away at the strips
of leather. ; ;
'A dosen fried crullers, and half a
dozen lemons, and a jug of ooflbe,' said
Rollo. " ' ' '
Do you thlnk-k-wlll-bttrtryea---4o Carry
those few articles, my boy T ' '
'N no, sir,' admitted Rollo. 'But 8Ua
has got a cart and I havent. i -!
'Yes,' said Mr. Wharton, 'and Silas' fath
er Is a very rich man, with more money to
spend than he knows what to do wllb, and
yours has to work bard td putjbread in his
children's mouths and clothes on their
backs!' . , ,
Rollo was silent for a little while, but
at length he said: ; y v-
'For all that, I cant bolp wishing I had a
cart.' , y . , U.--
. Then you have got less common sense
than I gave you credit for having, said his
father. 'And. now it is time for you to
go and drive home the cows . from pas
ture." ' ; 1 L
Rollo obeyed bis father's commands, one
foot aragsina after another. Mid au
fixed moodily on the ground. Evidently
his heart was not In his work. - "
Tlie next morning, before he went to
school,. his father called him out Into the
barn. '" . ' '
'Look there, my son P said he polutbigto
one corner. - ; ' '
Ob P cried Rollo,wlth a little exdamaton
of surprise, 'It's a cart 1'
A cart it was, manufactured out of a
starch box set on four wheels,wlth a neatly
turned handle real cart, strong and ser
ylclble, and capable of holding a good sollb
burden. ;f r i" ' J "V; '
Oh, father V cried . Rollo, breath'
less with delight, 'where did you get
it?' :. . ....
1 made it myself,' said Mr. Wharton,
smiling, "after you had gone to bed last
night. It Is not particularly ornamental
but I think it . will, serve your purpose
And you can paint it after you have used
it foj the picnio, whatever color you please.
I will get some paint, and borrow a couple
of brushes, and we'll do it together, -some
Saturday afternoon. 1 j ,'
; 'Ob, father,how good you are,' said Rollo.
'Oh, I'm so much obliged to you, you cant
think. " " ." . , ' '
'Show your gratitude, then, by being a
good, obedient boy,' said Mr. Wharton,and
then he went back to bis ; Vork,
leaving Rollo to admire the homemade cart
at his leasure. ; - -"
IIow rich. Rollo Wharton felt on the
morning of -the picnio, as be trudged along
the road, with a newly ironed linen suit,
tbe work of bis mother's hands, a neat
straw hat, with a new brown ribbon bidd
ing, and the cart well packed with bis con
tributions to the picnic I And when he
came to Silas Wyman's big Iron gate, be
stopped. - - n
; 'Are you ready Silas T saitftis.
Tes,' cried out a voice. 'Waifs minute
Rollo I Here I cornel Out of tbe.wsyl
WllC-KM-p r
, And down ths -carriage drive be
galloped, las cart load rattling behind
him.' , - '.: . .
' Tve got a cart, too Y said Rollo, whlth
mnch pride.
'Ho I cried Silas, stopping short and
Tequipage. , what , do you call . that
thing 7 'itest atnUy uarah I lis I h I
haf ,-;':; rr- " -
It's a cart," said Rollo, sturdily.
And Its a nice or e, too, Father made
; I should think tlte Tillage blacksmith
bad knocked It together out of a tot of d am-.
aged barrels,, said Silas. You're nev
er going to take that thing to the plo-
Yes I am, though T , said . Rolla
'And you are a , rud disagreeable
Then I w.t go with you, said Silas,
luHlghtily. :; , - jj.j ;
' 'Just as you please,' said Rollo, who was
too proud 16 show how much he was nor.
tifled by Silas Woraau'a unkind and ill
bred ittmarki Yon can either go first, or
Jou tau " follow 'behind.'" Any lww, I
cant take tharoad with you, that ia quite
plain. ' , A ; y
I'U go first,'Id Silas, i - - J
Y y woll said Rollo. y .....
So Silas went loftily ahead, and Rollo
walked behind In alienee, until they Came
to the spot where they left the road, and
passed through a pair of bars into a mead-
ow, and down a steep side-hill path to the
pretty grove by the river side," which was
called the 'Big Hollow. ' . , ' 1
This . was quite a different . thing
from' the ' smooth and even road and as .
Silas strutted along with bis nose In the air,
one of tha wheals - of his fine new cart,
canght in a ragged old stump, and away it
went, splintered down tbe middle as com
pletely as If it had been split by a hatchet,
and one wheef gone." ' While ' ths Meed
pound-cake lay flattened on tbe groundba
bowl of apple Jelly flew all over the grass;
and ths current-tart turoedviifwiUodawn
on a landy ant-hill, touch ta JtL astonish
ment of the oolony of little biack ants, who
all swarmed out to sea what the strange cu
riosity was. yy,, ,;:x-'j .'v.i ,
Oh, dearP cried Silas, btUnxnto
tears. 'My cart is broken and my picnio
dinner sp0iiedr'tytty;:,yv'1yy . ,
Rollo hurried up to the scene of the dis
aster. He was too generous to exnlt over
the downfall of the gay, painted cart,whlch
was evidently made to. soil , and not to
use.
,'iif;V?--f'-'"
h'R'1 too had, ' Silas r said" Is, f 1
guess it couktut have 'been very stong,
though.!.f i,-'iJ5'''-'.ii upH ... ';
! 'It's a regular ! humbug P Mamen-"
ted Silas. "And now, what ami going to.
Look here, 111 tell you, said Rollo, ei-'
conraglngly. The tart and the apple Jelly
are gone, but tbe cake isnt applied, only a
little flattenened, and the pine-apple ia all
right. Ill just pack 'em In with my things
there's lota of toon and wall draw It
together.', . ' , .' '.,y' '.-
'But suppose your wagon b re kit f ' t .tr
" Rollo laughed outloud, ATy wagon Isn't
that sort of merchandise," said he. Til
risk It's breaking.'. " m - ' - -
-He was right, Ths cart that Sr
mail had so dtfsplaed was proof against all
the Jolts and bumps between the Ugh road
and Big Hollow, and they reached the pio
nlc ground In perfect safety.vr1j4.p..w
'I declaro, Rollo,' said Silas, your 'Fam
ily Starch' is a regular trump, and III coma
and help you paint it Saturday, If you'll let,,
me. And, maylie, your fatherly show iss,
bow to make one like it., tf ,f v
. How proud Rollo felt that evening when,
he came home and told his fiitber the story ,
of Silas Wyman's downfall. . J.i
'But I didut laugh at htm,' f if her,' said
Rollo, 1 might have done, bn. I thought iw
wouldn't be manly.' yyy . ".,;'"' y
'That was right, : my boy, said Mr -Wharton."
'Never exault overs vanquished '
' --'n y; ,
Some of the company at tea with s Pai .
bury family spoke of ths excellence of the "
honey, thereupon the head ofthehoute,
who stands la reputed dreAd of his wii .
feelingly said, 'Honey is ths most dolielou -of
all delicacies. It Is ths nectar of beaut i
ful flowers, sipped, from brilliant petals by !
tho never-tiring lye, and moulded Into a J
glory that would tempt the god of' 'EphTjy
rah a I . enunciated his wiia with ' stern m
lfinnlty, 'have you been' drinking again 4'
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