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STEAK GENTLY.
sl'cak gnt!y ! it is'bettcr far,
To ru'e by love than fear
'Spf-ak gently let not tush word mar
The "'o l we might do liere !
gyaic gently ! Love doth whisper low
TUs - vows that true hearts bind ! -
Aiiil gT.tiy Friendship's accents flow ;
Affection's voice is kind.
Spoak ;e:itly 'to the little child
Its love be sure to gain ;
Tf-atli jl, in accents soft and mild,
It may not long remain.
r Spoak gently to the young, for they
Will have fiiougn to Dear
I'nss through this lifo as best they may, -V
'Tis full af anxious care !
Speak gently to thejiged one,
Grieve not the care-worn heart ;
The sands of life are ne irly run,
. Lot such in peace depart !
-'. Ppealc gently, kindly, to the-poor;
Lot no harsh tone be heard ;
They have enough, they must endure,
"Without i.n unkind word !
Speak gently 'to the errin know,
- They may hare toiled in vain;
lVrchaneo, unkindness made them so ;
oh win them back airain!
Speak gently ! lie who gave J lis lifo
To bend man's stubborn will,
-Wljcn elements, were in fierce strife,
1 Said to them, "Peace, be still."
" N o ! exclaimed the girl, indignant- that was more dreadful than anger. I
ly, you are not; fit to die." -don't want to suffer, I ccni't suffer this
: ," S'here P cried the man, turning way any longer ; I'm tired of it ; I'm
round savagely, "IH 111 have respect dying! Tin dying!" She walked hurrU
I d'mand'n 'pology. " IH not be cdly back and forth, sobbing, yet tear
browbeaten by my own child d'ye wringing her hands with convul
hear?" and he came, haltingly,, up to sive emotions
where she stood. " I'll put an end to ' ; Florence, my darling ; Floi-ence!
this" he stopped suddenly .whether yoti frightaTne,'' exclaimed her moth
it was that steady, scornful glance, or er rising all in a tremor. " This is sad-
flm nnik brfn.tbfid dfifiant motion she der to bear than all the rest.
made, cannot be told, but he shrank
back under the look she gave him like
a whipped hound retreated to the
door, passed out and slouched into the
" Mother, mother, it
" . . .
hard and wicked !" moaned
mother's
don't cry ; I
sinking at her
sit dowu-
makes me so
the girl,
there,
won't worry
street to find some place where h'eTyou ; I do want to be brave and bear
could satisfy liis depraved appetite on ail this misery as you do ! I want to be
i trust. good, and strong, and hopeful---only
I will show you a picturewhite Flor- that blow ! mother," she cried, catch-
ence. sinking into a seat.. Gives wav to mff at the woman s faded dress, ner
the bitterest emotions : a incture in voice growing hoarser,
which, is framed a lovely Italian home.
The father of the household is hon
ored as a represetative from the land
of freedom, and is the American Minis
ter. He sitS with wife and child, the
" therell be
murder here, some dav. I know there
y f
will;
"Florence!"
" Don't look so at me, mother ; there,
the evil smrit is Gone : I'll try to be
A, '
latter an embodiment of grace and better, but I m so shamed, so cowed, it
beauty, in the room of a palace. you know what I mean. I used to re-
On every side are masterpieces of spect myself, and think I should' .grow
ths world's great painters ; the draw- up cultured and beautiful, and enjoy
ing-room is a depository of art. Not the society of those I loved, and who
a table, not a foot-stool but bears the loved me and now look at me," she
fruits of laborious study iii every de- said, through her clenched teeth.
! tail, and the pains-taking touch of the - "My dear, unhappy little Florence!
hand of genius. I cried the : mother, " you shock me,
Far and wide from the statelv win- though every word is so true and
dows can be seen the ; golden-tinted yet, we must endure till the end."
fruits of that wonderful clime : hills "Yes, I know, and when will the end
come ? and what will it be ?"
TI
eak gently 'tis a iitttle thing
Dropped in the heart's deep well ;
ie koou, me joy wnicn n may unuy.
Eternity shall tell.-;
She threw the tangled, golden hair
from her wet cheeks with a gesture o
utter despair, as she wailed pitifully,
" I am almost sixteen, and I haven't a
decent gown to put on. Every honest
face I meet seems to censure
" It is not my Florence . who says
that, not my gentle, tractable little
girl." " .
" But, mamma, I am neither tracta
ble nor gentle at least, . since " she
paused a moment, caught her breath
since last Saturday."
? And why since then "
" I will tell you, mamma ; let me lay
my head upon your shoulder ; I don't
want to look in your eyes while I am
telling it- You know I went out last
Saturday for a walk. In reality I in
tended to find papa. I felt so strong
arid brave ! It seemed to me, then, that
in some wav I could save him, and
m'ake him noble, honored and prosper
ous again. x
At last I traced him to a shop. He
was just coming out, and seeing me
made him angry. Oh mamma! you
know how he was last Saturday, and
as I went toward him, he said a terri
ble word to me. A carriage stood at
the door, and the black driver laugh
ed, laughed at him andine. Oh moth
er. that'made me furious : it turned
every drop of my blood to fire. I nev
er . thought what I was doing ; I just
rushed into that horrible place, and I
in Italy, and papa looked young and
handsome again ; but now there's his
step.! oh, mamma, don't let him see
you ; don't let him be cruel to you again
or I can't answer for the consequcn-
She sprang from the bed, and hurry
ing down stairs, let her father in. He
staggered, as usual, to a seat, and in
the dim light, Florence thought he look
ed unearthly pale.
" I'll get you something to eat, father,
of what there is in the house," she said,
apathetically. I
"No; you needn't trouble yourself.
Florry, I shall never eat anything,
agam.
me ; I
Driven to the
in
lhc
UK
SI
where dreamy outlines melt into clouds
of amber and crimson ; fields of olive
and almond tree3 ; . the very air that
steals in seems loaded with aromatic
fragrance.
One after another, callers come ; men
high in station, officers of the realm ;
women distinguished for beauty and have neither friends nor companions;
culture, and all- are received with that I am a drunkard's miserable child
i, gracious mingling of ease and dignity, What is to become of me? When I was
for which the original of that nun-am- a little thing, I remember we lived m
ed picture was once famous in all his splendor. Oh, yes ;I have only to shut
diplomatic relations. ' my eyes, and I see that fairy city ;the
"What a beautiful woirianV your lit- home where you and I and papa were
tie Florence will make !" said a , high- honored and happy. I see our beauti-
1 1 i:. .1.,-. ii, V,.i ..1 . ii,. TOT,44- t
r'1(, s,)oacer way a Slirht oirl, 110t U01U UlllUt5 UUU UU,J' US Lllt3 AVV 1LU lUUili tllG lUYCiJ W1UW XUllllty
un fifteen years old. Her face, v4000" v . - . - . J ... .
Uh and sweet in its general expres- " Yes if is not sPolled' rePlied How can PaPa ever have become what
i i e- i ,r,; the gentle mother, who saw already the J he is now t 1 hen, ladies miich dresses
hi, wore a look ot intense passion. b ' , 1 , , '
The man, her father, tiu-ned round ulumPns OI lue mture' iook m8 uFn t ana
,i t 1. ...i - i.i : i. Arr7 thnt. ma nnhi ten shnvt. war me : would they kiss me now. Iwon-
'mil Till fJT-( 11 11 V I I 1 f T f 1 III-" II" 1.1 1 .IllrSIj I ' vva. v ' ' v w - - w I "
"Why?" the cup she had lifted fell
from her hand. j
" I shan't need it, child, any longer.
You'll be rid of the poor old drunkard
before this night's gone."
" What is it father ?"
A cold tremor seized her heart ; she
began to tremble from head to foot.
What unearthly presence haunted that
humble room ?
" Your dreadful words broke my heart,
Florry,! they were sounding in my brain
all day. The thought that I had made
went straight up to the bar. There my child not only despise, but hate me,
-vvas a blur before my eyes, but I saw maddened me. I couldn t stand it ;
that somebody stood there. drink wouldn t drown it ; so as 1 was
. ' Why do you sell my father rum ?' coming home I said to myself, I've dis
I asked, half wild with my agony. graced them too long ; something dread-
You are a wicked man, and I hope ful will come of it ; I might as well put
God will punish you. My poor father an end to it, first as last." .
is only one of your victims. You send ." Oh, father !" ' 1
men from here Ho be cruel to tHeir Her face was as Dallid as his. She
wives and little ones, and to shame half crouched as she drew nearer, fright-
their children who are grown up ; you ened, yet eager, every nerve creeping.
send them to prison, you. send them to her whole being under the influence of
the gallows. I wonder you ever dare some deadly, horrible charm.
o go to sleep. I should think your "So J. stepped into Ellis s, contmu-
rictims Avould haunt you ; I would.' ed the man brokenly, and trod forgive
It was very rough, wasn't it, mam- me, I asked for poison to kill rats,
mo " snblwl FlrrfiTip.n. hnt T was al- and after a little he gave it to me r-and
most cra2y, and never-stopped to
es for ten long years. Mr. Belden, I that the organization was started in
knew you when you were a and the United States only fifty years ago
though I was only a stripling of four- by five men, without ihoney, and now
teen, jl thought you came nearer to the numbers nearly 400,000 with a charita-God-hood
in man than any other per- bli record of $17,000,000, its success is
son I had ever seen. I determined something more than remarkable.
then to take you i for 'niy niodeL" One of tho last acts of tho late Chicago
The sick man groaned. session was to aj)propriate $3,000 to
"Doctor," he gasped, "you torture John G. Morse, as a testimony to his
me. j Never did the abyss into which I, exlrtions in successfully establishing
had fallen look so terrible to me. On- thd Order in. Germany. Wash. Patri-
ly save this shattered life, aud I prom- ot.
ise you, solemnly, that I will never
nnriiiTi fnnrdi tlin.t. linniil flint ' liaa ssn I T? t-r tot vvt nv TjTPFL AYhCll the
transformed my nature. These words summer of our youth is slowly wasting
I call God and the angels to witness." into the nightfall of age, and the shad
For one dreary hour mother and ows of the past grow deeper, as if life
daughter sat together, hand in hand, were on its close, it is pleasant to look,
weeping silently, hoping against hope, back through the vista of time upon
every moment expecting to be called sorrows and felicities of years. If we
to witness the dying agony. have a home to shelter us, and friends
At last there was a rap at the door ; I hate been gathered by our firesides,
the doctor entered. the rough places will havo been
"I think I have saved him," he said, worn and smoothed away in tho twi-
quietly. " He may be very ill for days, light of life, while the sunny spots we
and requires the utmost tenderness of hate passed through will grow-brighter
treatment. Yes, I think he is saved," and more beautiful. Happy, indeed
he added, as Florence caught his hand, are those whose intercourse with the
and tears and kisses rained upon it work! has not changed the tone of
"soul and body." their holier feeling, or broken those
Never can I describe the rest that musical chords of the heart, whose vi-
entered into those two lives as they brations are so melodious, so toucmng
hovered about tho sick bed of the hus
band and father. Nor was their care
in vain. Beauty, as of old, came back
to the pallid face ; gentleness, as of yore
accents. The good
to the evening of age.
JUST FOR FUN.
That was a cool culprit, who, when
mingled with his
Arntrv mnrla rloiltr xricnfa nnrl Ilia rftfifn t asked whv sentence of death should
VJLVV UVA XllCVVAV TiUAWiJ UIV1VMV I ' y
him, answereil
Hi' MUS. 'M. A. DENISON.
;' Fiitht r, if ever you do that to my
tlior again, I'll Jdllyou."
(,1
ago
t
Cast off by frienda and family, neg-
tl
m
(1
H'lifd, and surveyed ner tnrougn nan-
osed eyes. His maudlin manner, the
liiiilanuiVnou rf liiu miclinvATl phin lected by every dependent, save th
half-dead movement which he wile, whose love was an tnat snieided
ulc towards it with his unoccupied him from utter ruin of body and soul
ind, indicated that he was that thing this, was tne man and tno mure lor
which the delicate mother and beauti-
derf
with a reckless laugh.
10
spisod by man and condemned by
(rod, a habitual drunkard.
" Kh, Florry ! what's that ? my own
little one kill me ! kill your poor, vm-
ful child were not prepared ; a mean,
squalid house in the suburbs of a great
No, for
I am sick of myself. And this day I
saw his wicked hand raised and it
struck you, right there, on the cheek.
No wonder it grows red. Do you know
what I did ?"
She sprang to her feet, with a defi
ant motion, her eyes and cheeks aflame.
" I told him if ever he dared to strike
city, shunned,, despised, deserted, the my mother again, I would kill him.
fortunate father ? Beat if I know what beauty of the woman marred by long " My child ! my Florence ! would you
to make such a speech 'Read your suffering ; that of the girl injured by turn his dreadful, unreasoning anger
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commandments, girl." :
"I tell you," his daughter exclaimed,
in tones even more intense, and pas
sionate, " if ever I see vou lif-t your
hand U mother again rUI'U do been their glory, made imnsen tneir
Mant thing terrible. God don't ask me shame. . .
to honor any man who 'will treat his Great God ! is there no help for Thy
a ifc lie a "brute ; my xoor, delicate suffering children ? Are women to die,
laother!" . ' and innocent babes to starve ? Are
" S' como to Ihis, then, that I've got murders, debaucheries, deaths by tor- coula not come Mar enough to hurt
cliild that hates me?" ture, and the ruin 6f souls to pass im- me
The poor wretch drew his sleeve heeded ? Shall men forever sit at tneir The woman held her child closer to
wross liis eyes, and iped away a few bountiful boards, and read, totally un- -er bosom.
real tears, but they were drunken tears moved, how such a wretch was sent '."Wliat changed him so. mamma ?
Mid nieunt as' little as the sjeech.
poor living' and insufficient clothing,
and "both often sorrowful witnesses to
the brutal sport of the low neighbor
hood wdien'tho man who should have
upon you?" '
" He dare not touch me," cried Flor
ence, and men, a wild, waning mono
tone in her voice, she sobbed, " oh
papa ! papa ! why will you ' make me
wicked ? No, mother," she continued,
more calmly, " he won't touch me. He
tried to ; he rushed toward me like a
fiend, but I only looked at him, and he
"Your father aint what he once
was :" he continued, sobbing as he
kaned more heavily against the bare
Selves of the closet.
-No ! there is . what he once was,"
toul the girl, her Hps trembhng with
Rricf and excitement, her finger un-
unprepared into eternity that rum jjia always love drink ?" whispered
was the cause ; how a poor defenceless e
child was beaten to death rum the No, dear, not always. In that beau-
cause ; how this and that crrnie, sick- tiful Italian city of which you spoke
ening in detail, fills the city with shud- just n0Wj he made tli6 acquaintance o
dermg horror, and rum was tne cause r a man notorious for his pei-sonal splen
Must we abandon all hope of a good do tis secret yices. In some way
thought of
he gained the heart of your poor father.
ruined him, pecuniarily, and not con
tent with that, led him on till drink
became his master. Then followed loss
of position a proud man's misery and
despair. My poor husband ! sometimes
I think it over, how gentle and unsus
picious of avil he wiis, with unspotted J
character : how wicked and beautiful
hailed him as an angel. Was it for the
sake of dark-eyed Florence that luxu
ries found their way to the once miser
able tenement?
One day the doctor asked Florence
to ride with him. His beautiful car
riage stood at the door.
And then he leaned over and smiled,
and told me what beautiful eyes I had,
and how tears became me, and said he
had heard of PhiL Belden s pretty
daughter, and wouldn't I have a glass
of nice wine, and go into his parlor
adies often did and oh, mother ! I
'i
can't tell you half his insolence. I
know I ' went faint, and somebody
caught me, and then I heard harsh has taken poison ; he is dying ; he is
words. When I came to, a tall, hand- dead ! It was all
some gentleman was bending over me, done it! I shall have it to answer lor.
holding a odass of water to mvlins. and It was what I said this morning tnose
1 o o tl i. '
not be passed upon
that he thought they had had enough
of his 'hanging around that, locality
already.
An article entitled the 'Confessions
of a murderer,' concludes as follows:
' Little confidence is placed in the state-
" Doctor, I have nothing nice to inent of this prisoner, who writes poetry .
wear," she aid;' franklr,"--her cheeks arid shows other signs of weakness.'
I kept it till just outside the door here growing rosy-red. "It don't someway, A Hubalist at Newport, seeing a
and then" his head and hands fell majVe me; ashamed to sav so to you. i j. 1 1 ; ai.i,w1
liHiy lUlYJXig, 1U1U UCl jJiUUUi njuiiuiuvu
but I am not fit to go out riding in my arms benina thought ' that nigger
old clothes." must pay that nice looking girl a pilo
; "Mrs. Belden, will you tell her she tb drive his carriage for him.'
must, art iYIprka rjiicI thfi doctor.
tui-ning to her mother. An a 5 .
young man who chalcd him about nis
Put, nti mv Rkawl. rlpnv " shfi .aid. UMU ut5UU 1U uww,.nwuB '
. ; , ,. wlifiii mv head frets as soft as yours I
"and yoiu-ven you nad better go ; tne i n
doctor is very kind.'
Tt was dnrinnr thatridethat Florence An Irishman, fresh from Emerald
heard the whole story. Isle, upon seeing a horse running away,
It seems that when her father went exclaimed, Oh, he isn't running very
forward, helplessly, "I swallowed it."
A terrible cry covered his voice, a
shriek that rang through the house.
Mrs. Belden flew down, white as ash
es, to see Florence tearing her .hair,
and using all manner of grief-stricken
ejaculations. . '
" Mother !- mother !" she gasped, " he
through me
I have
then he led me to the door. Oh, he' wicked, wicked words' Uh let me die, into the apothecaries shop for poison, fast j I ve seen a hOrso run so last you
pitied me ; he pitied me ; and his pity too ; kill me, I am not fit to, live ;" and the 'doctor, himself, was behind the couldn't see him.' . "
seemed to sting me. Idon t know so she ravd tnl some oi tne neiguDois screen, mixing some powders that re- How did you learn that graceful at-
what I said, only that once my father came, and a doctor was sent for. quired more than ordinary care. He titude ?' said a gentleman to a fellow
was a gentleman ; and no matter for The man laid on the wretched lounge, wio, making a secret sign to leaning in a maudlin fashion against a
help, I could help myself. The carriage pale and suffering, his wan brow thick the pharmaceutist, put up a powerful post j 'I have been practicing at a
was his, mother, and the bar-keeper witn tne coid aews oi agouy. xaib puise jnig that was yet not destructive to glass,' was the reply.
caUed him doctor and ever since grew more . and more leeoie, ana nis
then," sobbed the girl, "I have - felt gaze was fixed upon his. wHe.
wicked and wretched, and humilated "I see it all, he gasped.
that's all."
"My poor, poor darling!" murmur- it shonld be so dinerent I lou were ai
ed her mother, tearfully, " whatan be ways too kind to me."
done ? Something must be done. I The patient, long-suffering woman
cannot consent to see yotf sacrificed.", only kissed him, drew his head closer
"I have thought so long ; I have-to her bosom, and laid her cheek on
dreamed so many things !" sobbed his. It seemed to her that this last
Florence. "If only we might disguise wow sne couia not oear.
" I am go
ing, God knows where ; if I could live
hie, and then in that hour s conlerence jutyr Can von wash and iron ?'
with the sick man, he had deepened Domestic Oh yes, ' m ; but your
the lessen so harshly, given. place wouldn't suit me unless you
"And now, my dear little Florence, kkea Gff wearing- them long Hol-
you know what you promised me if I iand dresses of a mornin
saved his hfe. I don't want a slave,
ourselves and fly from- this
life"
"And leave him?"
"Always him!" cried Florence, bit
terly ; "don't speak,mamma I know
I am wrong ; I can't bear it so . well,
miserable Florence crouched, utterly woe-be-
gone, in a corner. Life had lost all
charms for her ; how could she live on
. . i ''
if her father died ?
The doctor came. One quick, frigh
tened glance, and the girl recognized
but I do want a wife. I think I must
have fallen in love with you, that day
in the dram-shop, when you so bravely
bearded the Hon in his den. At all
events. I have thought of you ever
V ;
since." -
Guess out tho sequel, dear reader ;
von can do so better than I can tell j
youl This much I may say, that look
ing at Mr. Belden to-day, no one would
imagine that ho had been that helpless,
time to come when sober rulers shall
sfcadv as sIvr tn n. nnnerblv guard a sober people?
rented picture that huhg frameless Florence raised her white, wet face,
an':unst the dingy wall. " That is as I glanced once about the desolate room,
-'uij.ciubor him, years ago, when I wpr- and hurried up stairs. Her mother
uKd him. Then the sound of his had caught at some sewing, and was
frwidvas music to my eara Then, sitting near the window, trembling
h-n strangers asked, " who is that from head to foot at the
fine-looking man ?" my heart swelled meeting with her child.
with pride as I said, 'my father !' feel- " Don't sew, mother ; put down your was his tempter, and it makes me more
Ulo that you were like a king among I needle, it makes me half crazy to see patient."
you work so," cried Florence, standing But will being patient do any good ?
Her hands drrmnpd the sparkle fa- dfh hpr back against the shut door. Did he not lift his hand to his patient
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a'd from her eyes ; a curious quiver "Dear cliild, what else can we do " wife, and hurry away, ashamed, from
Passed over hp and brow, and then There was that weariness in the, voice his impatient daughter ?"
came an expression of weariness as she and dejection in the attitude that makes "My darling! he will, never strike
Allied awav. Rflvinn- in a vninfi ntfprlv fho linrf. nclip both to hear andto wit- vou hut don't say any more such
dfcVCnil tiCS T I - ' ' 1 J- JA,1 vt, n li'm "
neSS. 1 UJL eauiiu ll ua vj imu.
" Do ! " the girl raised her clenched "Do you love him, mother
hand, then let it fall " WTe11 run away,"
she added with a short sharp laugh.
" Where should we go ?"
"There is a river, very swift and
perhaps because of that memory as I that thoughtful, noble face. She sprang 1 thing, a ifrunkard. Would
grow older I may grow patient ." to her feet ; she clung to lum witn all that every such an one could be saved
All day those pitiful words , haunted phe strength ol despair. by bcing "driven to the wall
the di-unkard s wrfe " I may grow p-L " Save him ! save him !" she cried ;
tient." She knew,.too well, that for the I will be a slave to vou all mv Hfe. if i THE ODD FELLOWS.
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impetuous, sensitive girl, it was well you only save my poor father."
nigh impossible to bear with compo- "I will do my best ; leave me alone
sure, any ill that threatened tho future with him," was his only reply.
with torture too dreadful to be endur
ed.
A St. Louis lawyer attempted to
try a cause the other day while he was
half drunk, but the Judge stopped him
saying, ' No lawyer can servo two bars
at the same time.
' What would make a good leading
article for me to morrow ?' asked a
wicked editor of a wit ' A halter,' was
tho sententious reply.
What is the difference between a
farmer and a bottle of whiskey V One
husbands the corn, and the other corns
the husbands. x
A Soldier who attempted to bay
onet a ghost is considered'an unprin
cipled fellow, because he sticks at noth
ing.
They ate their frugal meal together ;
frugal enough, since there was only
bread and water in the house, Flor-
mcn."
vHi of feeling. "Sometimes I won-
r you can be the same man ; some-
us I wonder if I am the same Ffor
tiitc and I wish we could die moth-
and I die And be buried together."
And me :". limttmWt fbn man nc
The girl looked straight in her moth
er's face into the faded, tearful blue
eves, so constant, yet so changed.
hate him?" was
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ufflcd to the window, after draining deep, opposite the foundry," said Flor- the evasive reply.
OOttle he hnA 'fonnrl in 1 ii. i.i 4. Yes. sometimes I think I do.'
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The recent gathering of this great I A Mb. Tease recently married a Mr.
benevolent organization at Chicago was Cross. We suppose he teased her till
Ihey left him, and the doctor pro- a grand and glorious success, and gave she promised not to be cross any
cecded to examine his patient evidence, if any were needed, ot tne more.,
"I am dying you see, sir ; I havn't a increasing prosperity and influence of The man wno toot a drink from a
moment to" live. Let me alone, you the Order. It was numerously attend- bottle of mucilage, says he has felt
can't save me: besides it will be better ed, and all the hotels in the city were stUckup' ever since.
ence was sick an tne rest oi tne day or the clrild andher mother. I'm a crowded to ovemowing almost, imong Tnw wylo wih to t-ecr, time will
with a feverish headache, and her moth- drunkard, and not worth saving ; the guests were many of the most dis- succccd b seizing him by the forelock
er sat by her side, alternately soothing already I feel the pangs of death you tinguished characters of the Order, who ratW than about the waste.
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ner, ana sewing on tne coai-se wore cat gve me ne ebly muttered. had come lrom a gi-eat distance to ao
that brought them a miserable pittance. knA if t ron1rl " t.TiA doctor honor to the assemblage. Theaddress
fixing him with his steady, gray eyes.
"jlf !" it was like the cry of the lost ;
" if! oh doctor, keep me out of Hell!"
For a moment there was utter silen ce,
Foetune's hand says a poverty-strick-
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of Grand Sire Stuart gave a most flat- " down-strokesV
tering picture of the progress of the lts own 8 es"
Order, not only in the United States, The saying that 'it is more pleasant
but all over the world. During the to give than to receive applies only to
save as the broken clock ticked spas- past year, nearly 30,000 members have meoicine anu auvice.
modically. The one feeble light made beenidded to the fold in this country, Ladies naturaUy prefer a marriage-
the dim light awfuL and more than a milhon of dollars ring, but gentleman prefer a nice busi-
" I will save you," and how terribly have" been donated to the afflicted. In ness ring. ,
distinct were the low, rich tones "I the same period 2,821 members have A Calcutta newspaper says that the
will try my best to save you, if you will died ; the number of brethren relieved principle of Darwinism was maintained
Tf -.-nc cnii o hoontifni (imnm mn rnr.v ca ns a Hmnff mnti I rcflo vK xivz. n.Tifi tfifi wiuowca lamiiies I nve nunureu YearB nizo uv - a iuoiiam-
mamma," said the girl, as she closed that you will never, so help you God, assisted 4,G05. There are 1,271 en- edan saint named Mahmud, who Uved
her wearied eyes, after sipping a few touch one drop of that other poison campments, with G2,770 Patriarchs in in a village named Gilau near the Caspi
mouthfrds. I thought we were all back hat has been killing your soul by inch- this country. When it is considered an Sea.
At last the girl fell asleep.
It was quite dark when she awoke,
and her mother stood by her bedside
with a cup of tea. A penny dip burn
ed on the table, when Florence looked
up in her mother's face.
" Take this, dear," said her mother ;
I borrowed a little tea of the kind old
widow woman next door ; we can pay
her to-morrow, perhaps."
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