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Whatever lacks purpose Is evil ; a pool without pebbles breeds slime ; hat in. return,, with, that pmnctilioua eaur-, tesy which, Jie msde ; point of according to persons of low degree. In another momentshc had passed down tbe. narrow sanqy road, overhung with gigantic trees, Not auy one step hart chance fashioned on the ' and. .at a chif t even pace, hardly slackened infinite stairway of time " ' ' ajs. she traversed great , jog extending -r ever carae good without tabor,' In toll, or In1 acjqsa the gushing ; stream, she. made . her science, or art ; " '. ; :' ' ''" ' wJ:up.tho ppppsite hijl, and disappeared It must be wrought out thro' the muscles born gradually vr. its brow., ".'", . ; . . out of the soul and the heart. So Why pkmgh in the stnbble with plough-shares r why winnow the- chaff from the grain - Ah. since all of his gifts mnst be t&iled for, since I truth is not born without pain ! 1 1 . o-i veth not to the unworthy, the weak or the foolish in deeds ; . . Who eiveth but chaff at the seedtime shall reap hat a harvest of weeds j ji i im; u I As (be pyraaiidibuiWad of vapor is blown by whirlwinds to naught ; the none without trutn is Torgotten ; His noem to man's though. ' i Whatever is strong with a purpose, in "humbfo1 ness woven, soul-pure, : : " 'J- I known to the Master of singers : He toucheth it, saying, '"Endure!" ; ' VARIETIES OF, MOVTHKBIt LIFE. .' j i , , i. : . ' . , The Star la th TalUy. , , Ml Murfree;r:"''';'' , He first saw it In the twilight of a clear , October evening. As . the earliest planet , sprang into the sky, an. -answering gleam. shone red anud the glooms in the valley. A star too it seemed. And later, when J.he myriads of the fairer, wmter lignta oi a; Vmoonless niffht were all athrob in the , creat concave vault bending to the hills, there was something very impressive in that solitary star of earth, changeless and motionless beneath the ever -changing skies. ... Chevis nevet tiyed of looking at it. I - . I 1 . 1 M. J 'I! Somenow it uroKe me cii iu ura mi eves heavenward on starry nights. He often strolled with his cigar down to the verge of the crag, and sat for hours gazing at it and vaguely speculating about it. That spark seemed to have kindled all the soul and imagination within him, although he knew well enough its prosaic source, for he had ouce questioned the gawky mountaineer whose services he had secured as guide through the forest solitudes during this hunting expedition. " That thar spark in the valley? " Hi Bates had replied, removing the pipe from his lips and emitting a cloud of strong to bacco smoke. " 'Tain't nuthin' but the light in Jerry Shaw's house 'bout haffen mile from the foot of the mounting. Ye pass that thar house when ye goes on the Christel road, what leads down the moun ting off the Back-bone., 4 That's Jerry Shaw's house that's what it is. lie's a blacksmith, an' he kin shoe a horse toler'7 ble well when lie ain t drupak, ez be mostly ,s ' ,. ,'.'''.? ,!.;!" !s ' '. i ' ' -K' " Perhaps , that is,, the.. Ugh t, rMa, the forge," suggested , CbvU. ; .,, ; ; .-: " That thar fprge aia't,ruA more'n ,ha the day, let 'lone o' nights. I hev neyei! hearu. " tell .. on, Jerry.,w,.,aTwokin'j jo' lnghti-nor iprthe daytime, Dtiten He; kin g;t sheti of (1U, . sptx Quot. pnt, ter, tajixt Jiei-M'.an' the $cttlemiit. " So spak5 hejyns astronomfqr.,, Siting the star thrcuigh erca , the, prosaic leps of stern reality JiJ,, not .detract rom; Us po etic aspect. , Chevisi never,faded to watch for it. The iirst, faint, jinliog,io the az viru evening sky seat his eyesto .tliat red reflectfdn suddenly aglpw .ia, thet valley ; even when the- mists rose above-it and hid it from him, he gazed at the spot, where ft had disappeared, feeling a calm satis-, faction to know thatit was still shinisg be-, neath tike cloud-curtain. He : encouraged himself in this bit of sentimentality-. These unique eventide effects seemed a fitting se quel to the picturesque day, passed in bunt ing deer, with horn and hounds, through the gorgeousautumnal forest, or .perchance in the more exciting sport in soma rocky gorge with a bear at bay and the frenzied pack around him; or in the idyllic pleas ures of bird shooting with, a thorough ly trained dog; and coming back in the crim son sunset to a well-appointed tent. and a smoking supper of venison or wild turkey the trophies,' of his , skilL The , , vague dreaminess of his cigar, and the charm of that bright bit of color in the night-shrouded valley added a sort, of romantic zest to these primitive' enjoyments, and minis tered to that keen susceptibility of impres fons which Reginald Chevis considered em - inently characteristic of a highly wrought-: mind and nature. He said nothing of his faucies, however, to his fellow sportsman, ;Ned Yarney, nor to the mountaineer. , Infinite was the dif ference between these two in mind and cultivation, his observation of both had convinced him" that they were alike inca pable of appreciating and comprehending ins ueiicate and dainty musings. ; V arney was essentially a man of this world; his mental and moral eonelusions had . been adopted in a calm, mercantile spirit, .as $"g the best return for the outlay, and. the market was hot liable to fluctuations. Aud the mountaineer could go no further than the prosaic fact of the fight in Jerry Shaw's house. Thus Reginald Chevis was wont to sit in contemplative silenco on the rag till his cigar was burnt out, and after wards to lie awake deep in the night, lis tening to the majestic lyric welling up from the thousand nocturnal voices of these mountain wilds. During the day, in place of the red light gauzy little curl of smoke was barely visible, the only sign or suggestion of hu man habitation to bq seen from the crag i" all the mnv miles of loner, narrow val- though ft.was, had attracted $m attention. , He .rode slowly along meditating., "Did she go into Shaw's house, just around the curve of the, road j " he wondered, 'Is she Shaw's daugliter, or some .visiting neighbor . .;,..' '. ; . That night he looked with a new inter-, est at the red, star, , set like . a jewe i the floating mists of" the valley. , V'jDo joa.Tcnpw,.? he jisked of Hi Bates, when the three men were seated,after sup per around, te camp-fire, which sent lurid toungues of .flame ffnd a thousand bright sparks leaping bigh in the darkness, and illumined the vistas of, the woods on every side, save where the .sudden crag jutted over.iue yaney po you know whether Jerry JShaw bas a daughter a young girl? " " Ye-es, drawled Hi Bates, disparaging-' ly. "he hev." ' ' T A. pause ensued, , . The star in? the valley was blotted from , sight j the rising mists had crept to the verge, of the crag; nay, in the undergrowth fringing the mountain's brink, there were i softly j clinging wbjjUj, wreatns. , , , i ! Is she,' pretty ? " ask eel Che vis. , r" Waal,' no, she ain't,", said, Hi Bates, decisively. " She's a pore, no-'count crit ter." -Then.be added, as if he were afraid of being misapprehended, " Not ez thar is any barm in the gal, ye onderstarid. She's a mighty good, saft-spoken, quiet sort o' gallut she's a pore, white-faced, slim lit tle crutcr. She looks like she hain't gQtU no sort n grit in her. bhc makes rac think o1 one o' them slim little slips o' willow every time nor. I sees her. She hain't got long ter live, I reckon he concluded, dis- i dusk kmally. Reginald Chevis asked him no more questions about Jerry Shaw's daughter. Not long afterward, when Uhevis was hunting through the deep woods about the base of the mountain nenr the Christel road, his horse happened to cast a shoe. He congratulated himself upon his prox imity to the forge, for there was a possi bility that the blacksmith might be at work; according to the account which Hi Bates had given of Jerry Shaw's habits, there were half a dozen chances against it. But the shop was at no great distance, and he set out to find his way back to the Christel road, guided by sundry Vcll known landmarks oh the mountainside: certain great crags hanging above the tree tops, showing in grander sublimity through the .thinning foliage, or beetling bare and grim; a dismantled and deserted hovel, the( red -berried vines' twining amoBgst the rot ting logs.; the, full flow, of a tumultuous stream making its Jast leap down a preci pice eighty feet high,, with yeasty, mad d'eriing .waves below and a rainbow-crown- eu crystal sueck rtuvrc. j.uu, un the curves of, the. woooanti, roau. ... as tnei r&uaH'. mund of the falTina'wat'er'Erew -softer and I A. May nFtPr in Tlie distaiioe: till it was bardlv l Water?'' i corded Immmer-arm, twitched riervoiisly at the single susjeiidvr that supported his copper-colored jeans trousers, rviid jnsted his leather apron hanging alout his neck, and, casting upon Chevis another glance, replete with a challenging gravity, fell to work npbn the anvil, every heavy and well directed blow telling with tho precision of machinery. The question had hardly been heard before forgotten. At the next interval, When he was going out to fit the horse, Chevis repeated his request. "Water, did ye say?" asked Jerry Shaw, looking 'at him with narrowing eye lids, as if to shut out all other contempla tion that be might grapple with this prob lem. '.'Thar's no fraish water hyar, but ye kiB go yander ter the house and ax fur some; or," he added, shading his eyes from the sunlight with his broad, blackened hand, and looking at the huge wnll of stone'beyond the road, "ye kin go dpwn yander ter the spring an' ax that thar gal far a drink. Chevis took his way, in the last rays of sunshine, across the road and down the declivity iii the directioh indicated by the blacksmith. ' A cool gray1 shadow fell ujon him from the heights of the great rocks, as he beared them'; the narrow path leading from' the road grew dank and moist,; and presently bis feet were sunk in the still green and odorous water-loving weeds, the clumps of fern, and the pungent mint. He drd not notice the soft verdure ; he did not even seo the beautiful vines that hung from enrtlf-filled niches among the rocks, an& lent to their forbidding aspect something of a smiling grace ; their picturesque group ing, -where they had fallen apart to show this Sparkling fountain of bright upspring- incr water, was all lost upon his artistic perceptions. His eves were fixed on the girl standing beside the spring, her, pail filled.'but waiting, with a calm, expectant look on her face, as sbc.saw him approach ing. No creature could have been more coarse ly habited; a green cotton dress, faded to theifaiptest hue; rough shoes, just visible beneath her skirts; a dappled gray and brown calico sun-bonnet, thrown aside on a moss-grown bowlder nenr at hand. But it seemed as if the wild nature about her had been generous to this being toward whom life nnd fortune had played the nig gard. There were opaline lights in her dreamy eyes which one sees nowhere save in sunset clouds that brood above dark hills; the golden sunbeams, all faded from the landscape, had left a perpetual reflec tion ia her bronze hair; there was a subtle affinity between her and other pliant, swaving. trraceful young things, waving in the mountain breezes, fed by the rain nnd the dew. She was hardly more human to Chevis than certain lissome little wood land flowers, the very names of which he did,, not know pure white, star-shaped, with a faint green line threading its way through each of the five delicate petals: he had seen them embellishing the banks of lonely pools, or growing in dank, marshy places .in the middle of the unfrequented road, xroere perhaps it had been mended in a. primitive way . with a few rotting lev ( -y and parallel tiers of ranges. Sometimes hi vis and Varncv caught sight of it from lower down on the. mountain 8ide; whence was faintly distinguishable the little log house and certain vague lines marking a rectangular inclosure: near at hand,, too, the forge, silent and smokeless. But it did not immediately occur .to.,. cither of liiem to theorize concerning its inmates :"id their lives in this lonely place: for a lue, not even to the. speculative . hevis. As to Varuey, he gave his whole miod to the matter in hftrut lile cud liia dop. his, gume-and his note book was as systemat; 'c ami its romantic as the ledfrertat.home.. nn'rn.than a drowsv murraur. the faint- vi brations . vf a" far-off anvil rang upon' the air.J Welcome, indeed, to Chevis for bow ever en ticiiig might be the "long ranibles through the redolent October woods,, with dog and gun,, he had no mind to tramp, up the, mpuntahi to Ms tent, five miles distant, leadi rig the resisting, , horse all the way. The afternpon wasio clear and so still that the metallic sound penetrated far through the quiet forest. . At every curve of the road be expected to sec the log-cabin with its rajl fence, and beyond the iow:hanging chestnut-tree, Tialf its branches , resting upon, the roof of the little shanty of .a blacksmith's shop. After many windings a sharp turn brought him full upon the humble dwelling, with its background of piiineval woods and the purpling splen dors of the western bills. The chickens were going to roost in a stunted cedar-. tree just without the door; an incredibly old man. feeble and bent, sat dozing in the lingering, sunshine on the porch; a girl, with a pail on her bead, was crossing the road and going down a declivity toward a spring which bubbled up in a cleft of the gigantic rocKs mat were puea one aoove another, rising to a great height. A min gled breath ofcOoI, dripping water, sweet faced fern, and pungent mint greeted him as be passed it. He did not see the girl's face, for she had left' the. road before he went by, bu$ he recpgnized the slight fig ure, with that giscefuj poise acquired by the prosaic habit of carrying weights upon the head, and its lithe, swaying beauty re minded him of the mountaineer's compar ison a slip of willow. And now, under the chestnut tree, in anxious converse with Jerry 'Shaw, who came out, hammer in hand, from the anvil, concerning the shoe to bc'put on Strath spey's left fore foot, aud the, problematic damage sustained since the accident. Che vis's own theory occupied some minutes in expounding, and so absorbed his attention that he did not observe, until the horse was fairly under the blacksmith's hands, that, despite Jerry Shaw's unaccustomed industry, this was by no means a red-letter day in his habitual dissipation. He trem bled for Strathspey, but it was too late ndw to interfere. Jerry Shaw was in that stage of drunkenness which is greatly accented by an elaborate affectation of sopnety. Ilis desire that Chevis should consider bim Eerfectly sober was abundantly manifest in is rigidly steady gait, the preternatural gravity in his bloodshot eyes, his sparing ness of speech, and the earnestness with which he enunciated the acquiescent for mula? which had constituted his share of the conversation. Now and then, con trolling his faculties b a great effort, he looked hard , at Chevis to discover what doubts might b expressed jn his face con cerning the genuineness of this staid de portment; and Chevis presently found it best to affect too. Bclieting that the blacksmith's histrionic attempts in the role of sober .artisan . were occupying his' at tention more than the paring of Strath spey's hoof, which he held between his l-nppn on his J either anron. while theborse danced an 'animated meaisure.'on the 'otber the brimming pail. "Do you always you never go any- three feet. CheVis' assumed an appearance It mUht l in' SAt m the 1 of indifference. Wd- strolled away into tne dtory of .that ToglTut Kcnald j shop. He looked aut him, carelessly, , at -'heviL after rtain'.r nt It ' olahtv varus 1 theorseshoes'bhgW on 8 rod m the ' ' - . i-riiir, ( .. , i'JJ ...tyn am anVA-fl CIB TIT 1 Tl fl 1 TV II T "r s, chaivced oqip day .toj ine coiintij J,'irl walking towarttheb'ouse,, he;did "ot look up, and he caught; only an indis- ' j'lict glimpse of her face. ' She-spoke .to ''mi, lMjwever..as she wciii bv. iwbich is 'he invariable custeini with the. inhabitants i He sequestered nooks among, the. en- twnpassmg mountains, whether meeting igeror ncquaintanec Her lifted ,hi,s strati ut.. I. a- f i i (' I -J. i tub nessec Mountains," by narleg Egbert Craadock (MisrMurfreeV: ninth "iou: Boston i ' HouehtoniJ Mifflia A Go.; Z I,,rV It East Seventeen! Street ;- The. ?KaZ rr,MunbHdce. tno- cloth, 1 1 u . or Dy ttl1 booksellers, or mailed by 'e Publishers on receipt of the price. ' rud'e''atiertu'tlV,'lha.t served 'ak window, at the wagon-tires, tbe plow-shaics, the glow ing flre 6f the forge. Thei air within was un pleasantly close, and he son found him self affairi in the dbOrway. Cln. I get some water here f "he asked,' as'jerry Bhaw reentered, and began ham merihg1 vigorously at the shoe destined for Strathspey. ' ,. The resonant music ceased for a mo ment.' The solemn, '.drunken7 eyes were slbwlv turned ubon the visitor, and the elaborate affectation of sobriety was again obtrusively appareht in the blacksmith's manner, He rolled u more dosely the blue-checked hoxa6spun sleeve from his I trqubk) you t give me some asked Chevis, prosaically enough. She neither Bmiled nor replied. She took the gourd from the pail, dipped it into the lucent deaths of the spring, handed it to him, and, stood awaiting its return when he-should have finished. . The cool, deli cious water was drained, and he gave the gourd lack. "I am much obliged," lie said. ' Ye're welcome," she replied, in a slow, singing monotone. Had the autumn w inds taught , her voice that melancholy cadence ? Chevis would have liked to hear her speak again, but the gulf between his sta tion and, hers so undreamed of by her (for tho differences of caste arc absolutely unknown to the independent mountain eers), so patent to him could be bridged bv. few ideas. They had so little id com mon that for a moment he could think of nothing to say. His cogitation suggested only the inquiry, '' Do you live here I " in dicating the little house on the other side of the road. " Yes." she chanted in the same mono tone, "I lives hyar." She turned to lift Cbevw spoke again stay at home i Do whr 1 " Her eyes' rested upn him, with a slight surprise .Looking out from , among their changing lights, "No," she said, after a nause: " I hev no call to go nowhar ez I knows on." She placed . the pail on her head, took the dappled sun-bonnet in her hand, and went along the path with the assured, steady gait and the graceful backward poi60 of the figure that precluded the pos sibility of spilling a drop from the vessel. , He had been touched in a highly roman tio way by the sweet beauty of this little woodland flower. It seemed hard that so nerfect a thing of its kind should be wasted here, unseen by more appreciative eyes than those of bird, or rabbit, or the equally uncultured human beings about her; and it gave him a baffling sense of the mysterious injustice of life to reflect upon the difference in her lot and that of others of her age in higher spheres. He went thoughtfully through the closing shadows to the shop, mounted the re-shod Strath spey, and rode along the rugged ascent of the mountain, gravely pondering on world ly inequalities He saw her often afterward, although he BDoke to her again but once. He some times stopped as he came and went on the Christel road, and sat chatting with the old man. her grandfather, on the porch, sunshiny days, or lounged in the barn-like door of Jerry Shaw's sh'op, talking to the half-drunken blacksmith. He piqued him self on the readiness with which he be came interested in these people, entered into their thoughts and feelings, obtained a comprehensive idea of the machinery of life in this wilderness more complicated than one could readily believe, looking upon the changeless face of the wide, un nnmilated ernanse of mountain ranges stretching so far beneath that infinite sky. Thev annealed to him from the basis. of their cbmnion humanity, he thought; and the "pleksifrte of watching the development of the common human attributes in this pe culiar and "primitive State of- society never palled upon mm: tie regaraea wren con tempt ' Varney's frivolous displeasure and an noyahce' because of HiTJates's utter in sensibility tw the difference to tbeit social position, and the necessity of either acqui escing in the supposititious equality or dispensing1 with the invaluable services of the tiroud and independent mountaineer ; because of the ipatoi of the untutored peo ple, to hear' which, Varney was' woht to declare,' set his teeth on edge; because of their narrow preiudiccs, their mental pov erty,: their idle shiftlessriess, their uncouth dress and appearance; ' Chevis flattered himself that be entertained a broader View He bad hot even a subacute idea that he looked upon these people and their inner life only Sicturesqne bits of the mental and" moral landscape ; that it was ; an aesthetic and theoretical pleasure their con templation afforded him; that he was as far as ever from the pasis oi common nu manity. . Sometimes while he talked to me oiu man on the sunlit porch, the "slip o' wil low " sat in the doorwsy, listening too, but never speaking. Sometimes he would una her with her father at the forge, her fair, ethereal face illumined with an alien and fluctuating brilliancy, shining and fading as the breath of the fire rose and fell, , He came to remember that face so well that in .... , , i, ' t- a sorry sketcn-oopK, wnere uoimng eise was finished, thore were several laborious pages lighted up with a faint reflection of its beauty. But he was as much interested perhaps, though less poetically, in that massive figure, the idle blacksmith. He looked at it all from an ideal point of view. The star in the valley was only a brilliant set in the night landscape, and suggested a unique and pleasing experi ence. How should he imagine what luminous and wistful eyes-were turned upward to where another star burned the light of bis camp-fire on the crag ; what pathetic, beau tiful eyes had learned to watch and- wait for that red gleam high on the mountain's brow hardly below the stars in heaven, it seemed' How could he dream. of the strange, vague, unreasoning trouble witb which his idle comings and goings had clouded that young life, a trouble as strange, as vague, as vast as the limitless sky above her. She understood him as little. As she sat in the open doorway, with the flare of the fire behind her, and gazed at the red light shining on the crag, she had no idea of the heights of worldly differences that divided them, more insurmountable than precipices and flying chutes of mountain torrents, and chasms and fissures of the wild ravine: she knew nothing of the life he had left, and of its rigorous artificiali ties and gradations of wealth and estima tion. And with a heart full of pitiable un realities she looked up at the glittering simulacrum of a star on the crag, while he gazed down on the ideal star in the valley. The weeks had worn deep into Novem ber. Chevis and Varney were thinking of going home; indeed, they talked of break ing camp day after to-morrow, and saying a long adieu to wood and mountain stream. They had had an abundance of good sport and a surfeit of roughing it. They would go back to town and town avocations in vigorated by their holiday, and taking with them a fresh and exhilarating recol lection of the forest life left so far behind. It was near dusk, on a dull, cold even ing, when Chevis dismounted before the door of the blacksmith's little log-cabin. The chestnut-tree hung desolate and bare on the eaves of the forge; the stream rushed by in swift gray whirl-pools under a sullen gray sky; the gigantic wall of broken rocks loomed gloomy and sinister on the opposite side of the road not so much as a withered leaf of all their vines clung to their rugged surfaces. The moun tains had changed color ; the nearest ranges were black with the myriads of the grim black branches of the denuded forest; 'far away they stretched in I parallel lines, rising tier above tier, and showing ' numberless gradations of a dreary, neutral tint, wbtch grew ever iamter in' the distance, tin merged in the nniform tone or the sombre sky. 1 ' ''.:'' Indoors it' was certainlymore cheerful. A hickory fire dispensed nlike warmth and light.' The musical whir of a spinning wheel added its unique charm. From the rafters depended numberless strings oi bright red pepper-pods and ears of pop corn; hanks of woollen and cotton yarn ; banches of medical herbs; brown gourds and little bags of seeds. On Tude shelves against the wall were ranged cooking utensils, drinking vessels, etc., all distin guished by that scrupulous1' cleanliness which is a marked feature of the poor hov els of these mountaineers, nnd in striking contrast to the poor hovels of lowlanders. Tho rush-bottomed chairs, drawn in a sem icircle before thorough, ill-adjusted stones which did duty as hearth, were occupied by Beveral men, who seemed to be making the blacksmith a prolonged visit; various members of the family were humbly seated on sundry inverted domestic articles, such as wash-tubs, and splint-baskets made of white oak. There was circulating among Jerry Shaw's friends a fiat bottle, facetious ly denominated ' ' tickler, " readily emptied , but as readily replenished from a keg in the corner. Like the widow's cruse of oil, that keg was , miraculously never empty. The fact of a still near by in the wild ra vine might suggest a reason for its peren nial flow. It was a good strong article of apple brandy, and its effects were begin ning to be distinctly visible. Truly the ethereal woodland flower seemed strangely . incongruous with these brutal and uncouth conditions of her life, as she stood at a little distance from this group, spinning at her wheel. Chevis felt a sudden sharp pang oi pity lor her when he glanced toward her; the next instant he had forgotten it in his interest in her work. It was altogether at variance with the ideas which he had hitherto entertained concerning that humble handicraft. There came across him a vague recollection from his city life that the peasant girls of art galleries and of the lyric stage were wont to sit at the wheel. "But perhaps they were spinning flax," he reflected. This spinning was a matter of walking back and forth with smooth, measured steps ana graceful, undulatory motion; a matter, too, of much pretty gesticulation the thread in one hand, the other regulating the whirl of the wheel, lie thought he had never seen attitudes so charming. Jcrrv Shaw hastened to abdicate and offer one of the rush-bottomed chairs with the eager hospitality characteristic of these mountaineers a hospitality that meets a stranger on the threshold of every hut, presses upon him, ungrudgingly, its oest, and follows him on his departure witb protestations of regret out : to the rickety fence. Chevis was more or less known to all of the visitors,; and after a little, under ,i r r , '. 1 . I. . i . . . t tne sense oi lamiuaruj.anu uie impetus ui the apple brandy, the talk flowed on as freely as. before; his entrance, ; It was wilder and more antagonistic : to his prin ciples and prejudices than anything he had hitherto heard among these people, and he looked on and listened, interested in this new development of a phase of life which, he, bad thought be bad sounded from its lowest note to the toD of its compass. He was glad to remain; the scene had im pressed his cultivated perceptions as an in terior by Teniets might have done, and the vehemence and lawlessness of the conver sation and the threats of violence had lit tle reality for him ; if he thought about the subject under discussion at all, it was with a reassuring conviction that before the plans could be carried out the already in toxicated mountaineers would be helpless ly drunk. Nevertheless, he glanced ever and anon at the young girl, loath that she should bear it, lest its virulent, angry bit terness should startle her. She was evi dently listening, too. but her fair face was as calm and untroubled as one of the pure white faces of those flower-stars of his early stay in the mountains. . " Them Peels oughtn't ter be let live I " exclaimed Elijah Burr, a gigantic fellow, arrayed in brown jeans, with the accom paniments of knife, powder-horn, etc., usual with the hunters of the range; bis gun stood, with those of the other guests, against the wall in a corner of the room. " They oughtn't ter be let live, an' I'd top off all three of 'cm fur the skin an' horns of a deer J""' ' 1 '?' "That thar is a true wordj'' assented Jerry Shaw.' ' They oughtcf be1 run down an' kilt all three o' them Peels." Chevis could not forbear a question. Always on the alert to add to bis Block of knowledge of men, and minds, always an alyzing his own inner life and the inner life of those about him, be said, turning to his intoxicated bost, " Who are the Peels Mr. Shaw if I may ask t " "Who air the Peels?" repeated Jerry Shaw, making a point of seizing the ques tion. "They air the meanest men in these hyar mountings. 1 Ye might hnnt from Copperhead Itidge ter Clinch River, an' the whole spread o the valley, an' never hear tell o secb no 'count critters." "They ought n't be let live !' again ur ged Elijah Burr. "No man cz treats his wife like that dad-burned scoundrel Ike Peel do oughfer be let live. That thar woman is my sister an' Jerry Shaw's cous in, an' I shot him down in his own door year afore las'. I shot him ter kill; but somehow or Mother I war that shaky, an' the cussed gun hung fire a-fust, an that thar pore wife o'his'n screamed an' hollered so that i never done nuthin' arter all butlay him up for four months an' better for ttfat pore critter ter nuss. He'll see a mighty differ ncx' time I gits my fchartce. $n' tain't fur off," he added threatningly. "Would n't it be better to persuade her to leave himl" suggested Chevis paci fically, without, however, any wild idea of playing peace-maker betwwen fire and tow. Burr growled a fierce oath, and then was silent. A slow fellow on the opposite side of the fireplace explained : "Thar's whar all the trouble kem from. She wouldn't leave him,Jurall he treated her awful. She said ez how he wer mighty good ter her when he warn't drunk. So 'Li j ah shot him." This way of cutting the Gordian knot of domestic difficulties might have proved ef ficacious but for the shakiness induced by the thrill of fraternal sentiment, the infu sion of apple-brandy, the protest of the bone of contention, and the hanging fire of the treacherous gun. Elijah Burr could remember no other failure of aim for twen ty years. " Ho won't git shct of me that easy agin 1" Burr, declared, with another pull at the flat tickler. . "But ef ithedn'thev been fur .what i happened las' week, I mought hev let him off fur a while." he continued, evidently actuated by some cu riously distorted .sense of duty In the prem ises. "I oughter hev kilt him afore. But now tb( cussed critter is a gone coon. Dad burn the whole tribe!" , ' Chevis was desirous of knowing what had happened Jist week. , lie did not, however, feel justified in asking more ques tions. But apple-brandy is a potest tongue loosener, and the; unwonted eommunica tiyenessof the stolid ami silent mountain eers attested its strength jn this regard. Jerry Shaw, without inquirj, enlightened him. " Ye sec," he , said turning to Chevis, " "Liiah he thought ez how ef he could git that fool woman ter come ter his house, he could shoot Ike for his meanness 'thout botherin' of her.an'things would all git easy agin. Waal, be went thar one day when all them thar Peels, the whole lay-out, war gone down ter the Settlcmint ter hyar the rider preach, an' he jes' run away with two of the brats, the littlest ones, ye ondcr stand a-thinking he mought tole her off from Ike in that thar way. We hearn ez how the pore critter war nigh on ttr dis tracted 'bout 'cm, but Ike never let her come arter 'em. Leastways, she never kem. Las' week Ike kem for 'em hisself him an' them two cussed brothers o' his'n. All 'Lijah's folks war out'n the way ; him an' his boys war off a-huntin', an' Lis wife us till 'Lijah kin fix some sort'n a place for her an' the little chiilen. Thar won't be no trouble a-gittin' rid of the men folks, ez thar is ten of us an' three o' them, an1 we air goin' ter take 'em in the night." There was a protest from an unexpected quarter. The whir of the spinning-wheel was abruptly silenced. "1 don t see no sense," said Celia Shaw, her singing mon otone vibrating in the sudden lull " I don't see no sense in shootin' folks down, like they war nuthin' better nor a bear, nor deer, nor suthin1 wild. I don't sec no sense in it. . An' I never did see none." There was an astonished pause, - "Shetup, Ccly! Shet up !" exclaimed Jerry Shaw, in mingled anger and sur prise. "Them folks ain't no better nor bear, nor sech. They hain't-' got no right to live them Peels." "No, that they haint! " said Burr. "They is powerful no 'count critters, I know," replied the little woodland flower, the firelight bright in her opaline eyes and on the flakes of burnished gold gleaming in the dark masses of her hair. "They is always a-hahgin' round the still an' a-gittin' drunk: but I don't see h'6 sense in a-' hnntin' 'em down an a-killin1 'em off. they air no better nor don't see no sense in Shet up ! " reiterated bed gone down ter the spring, a baffen mile an' better a washin clothes; nobody war to the house 'ceptin' them two chii len o' Ike's., An' Ike an' his brothers jes' tuk the chiilen away, an' set fire ter the house ; an' timc'Lijah's wife got thar, t war nothin, but a pile o' ashes. So we've determinated ter go up yander ter Laurel Notch, twenty mile along the ridge of the mounting, ter-night, an' wipe out them Peels -'kase they air', a-goin' ter move away. That thar wife o' Ike's, what made all the trouble, hev fretted an' fretted at Ike till he hev determinated ter break up an' waggon across tbe range ter Kaintucky, whar his uncle lives in the hills thar. Ike hev gin his cornsentter go jes' tsr please her, 'kase she air mos' crazed ter git Ike away whar 'Lijah can't kill him. Ike's brothers is a goin',' too. I hearn ez how they'll make a start at noon ter-morrer." " They '11 never start ter Kaintucky ter morrer," said Burr, grimly. "They'll git off, afore that,fur hell, stiddier Kaintucky. I hev been a-try in' ter .make out ter shoot that thar man ever sence that thar gal war married ter him, even year ago seven year an' better. But what with her a foolin' 'round, an' a-talkin', an' a-goin' on like she war distracted- she run right 'twixt himfin' the muzzle of mygunwunst, or I would hev hed him that time for sure an' somehow 'nother that critter makes me so shaky with her goin' on that I feel like I hain't got good sense, an' cau'tgitnogood aim at nuthin'. Nex' time, though, thar'll be a differ. She aint a-goin' ter Kain tucky along of him ter be beat fur nuthin' when he's drunk." It was a pitiable picture presented to Chevis's open-eyed imagination this wo man standing for years between the two men she loved ; holding back her brother from his vengeance of her wrongs by that subtle influence that shook'hls aim; and going into exile with .her brute of a hus band when that influence had waned and failed, and her wrongs were supplemented by deep and irreparable injuries to her brothers And the curious moral attitude of the man: the: strong fraternal : feeling that alternately nerved and 'weakened his revengeful hand. ' 1,1 '" We air a.goin'tbar 'bout two o'clock 'Pears ter me like tbe dumb ones. I shootin' 'em." " Shet up, Cely! Shaw. Celia said no more. Reginald Chevis was pleased with this indication of her sensibility; the other women her mother and grand mother had heard the whole recital with the utmost indifference, as they sat by the fire monotonously carding cotton. She was beyond her station jn sentiment, he thought. However, he Was disposed to recant this favorable estimate of her higher nature when, twice after wards, she stopped her work, and, filling the bottle from the keg, pressed . it upon her father, despite her unfavorable criti cism of the hangers-on of stills. Nay, she insisted. " Drink some more," she said. N'Ye hain't got half enough yit. ' Had the girl no pity for the already drunken crea ture? She seemed systematically trying to mike him even more helpless than he was. He had fallen into a deep sleep before Chevis left the house, and the bottle was circulating among the other men with a rapidity that boded little harm to the un conscious Ike Peel and his two brothers at Laurel Notch, twenty miles away. As Chevis mounted Strathspey he saw the horses of Jerry Shaw's friends standing partly within and partly without the black smith's shop. They would stand there all night, he thought. It was darker when he commenced the ascent of the mountain than he had anticipated. And what was this driving against his face rain? No, it was snow. He had not started a mo ment too soon. But Strathspey, bv reason of frequent travel, know every foot of the way, and perhaps there would only be a flurry. And so he went on steadily up and up the wild, winding road among the great, bare, black tree, and the grim heights ad chasms. The snoy fell fast so fast and so silently, before he was half-way to the summit he had lost the vague companicinshi'p of be sound of his' horse's hoofs, now muffled in1 the thick carpet so suddenly flung upon the ground. Still the snow feli, and when he had,reacb-; ed the mountain's brow the rouud was deeply cdered, and the -whole' aspect of the sceno was strange. But though ob scured by the fast-flying flakes be knew that down in the bosom of the white val ley there glittered still that changeless star. "Still spinning, I suppose," he said to' himself, as he looked toward it and thought of the interior of the log cabin below. And then he turned into the tent to enjoy his cigar, his esthetic reveries, and a bottle of wine. - But the wheel .was no longer awhirl. Both music and musician were gone. Toil ing along the snow-filled mountain ways; struggling with the fierce gusts of wind as they buffeted and hindered her, and flutteiod derisively among her thin, worn, old garments; shivering as the driving flakes came full into the pale, calm face, and fell in heavier wreaths upon the dap pled calico sun-bonnet; threading her way through unfrequented woodland paths, that she might shorten tho distance; now deftly on the verge'of a precipice, whence a false step of those coarse, rough shoes would fling her into unimaginable abysses below; now on tbe Bides of steep ravines, falling sometimes with the treacherous, sli ding suow, but never faltering; tearing her hands on the shrubs and vines she clutched to help her forward, and bruised and bleeding, but still goingon ; trembling more than with the cold, but never turning back, when a audden noise in the terrible loneliness of the sheeted woods suggested the close proximity of a wild beast, or perhaps, to her ignorant, superstitious mind, a supernatural presence thus she journeyed on her errand of deliverance. Her fluttering breath came and went in quick gasps; her failing limbs wearily dragged through the deep drifts; the cruel winds untiringly lashed her; the, snow soaked through the faded green cotton dress to the chilled white skin it seemed even to the dull blood coursing feebly through her freezing veins. But she had small thought for herself during those long, slow hours of endurance and painful effort. Her pale lips moved now and then with muttered speculations : how the time weht bv : whether they bad discovered her ab sence at home, and whether the fleeter horsemen were even now ploughing their way through the longer, winding moun tain road. Her only hope was to outstrip their speed. Her prayer this untaught being 1 she had no prayer, except perhaps her life, the life she was so ready to im peril. She had no high, cultured sensibil ities to sustain her. There was no instinct stirring within her that might have nerved her to save her father's, or her brother's, or a benefactor's life. She held the crea tures that sbe would have died to warn in low estimation, nnd spoke of them witb reprobation and contempt. She had known no religious training, holding, up forever the sublimest ideal. Themeasureleas moun tain wilds were not more infinite to her than that great mystery. Perhaps, with out any philosophy-, she stood upon the basis of common humanity. When the silent horsemen, sobered ,by the chill night air and the cold snow, made their cautious of Ike Peel ter git Ike Peel's folks off 'fore 'Lijah an' her dad could come up an' settle Ike an' bis brothers. Leastways, 'Lijah an' tho t'others, fur Jerry bed got so drunk he couldn't go ; he war dead asleep till ter, day, when they kem back a-fotchin' tbe gal with 'em. That thar Cely Shaw never did look ter me like she hed good sense, nohow always looked like she war queer an' tecbed in the head." There was a furtive gleam of speculation on the dull face of the mountaineer when his two listeners broke into enthusiastic commendation of tbe girl's high heroism and courage. The man of ledgers swore that he had never heard of anything so fine, and that he himself would walk through fifteen miles of snow and midnight wilderness for the honor of shaking hands with her. There was that keen thrill about their bearls sometimes felt in crowded the atres, responsive to the cleverly simulated heroism of the boards; or in listening to a poet's mid-air song; or in looking upon some grand and ennobling phase of life translated on a great painter's canvas. Hi Bates thought that perhaps they too were a little "teched in the head." There had fallen upon Chevis a sense of deep -humiliation. "Celia Shaw had heard no more of that momentous conversation BOOfflT IS A GOOD WORD than be; a wide contrast was suggested. He began to have a glimmering perception that despite all his culture, his sensibility, his yearnings toward humanity, he was not o high a thing in the scale of being; that he had placed a false estimate upon him self. He had looked down on her witb a mingled pky for her dense ignorance, her coarse surroundings, her low station, and a dilettante's delight in picturesque effects, and with no recognition of the moral splen dor's of that star in the valley. A realiza tion, too, was upon him that fine feelings are of most avail as the motive power of fine deeds. He and his friend went down together to the little log cabin. There had been only jeers and taunts and reproaches for Celia Shaw from her own people. These she had eipected, and she had stolidly borne them. But she listened to the fine speeches of the city-bred men with a vague wonderment on her flower-like face whiter than ever to-day. "It was a splendid, a noble thing to do," said Varney, warmly. "I shall never forget it," said Chevis; "it will always be like a sermon to me." There was something more that Reginald Chevis never forgot : the look on her face as he turned and left her forever ; for be was on bis way back to his former life, so far removed from her and all her ideas and imaginings. He pondered long upon that look in her inscrutable eyes was it suffer ing, some keen pang of despair ? as he rode down and down the valley, all uncon scious of the heart-break he left behind him. He thought of it often afterward; he never penetrated its mystery. He beard, of her only once again. On the eve of a famous day, when visiting the outposts of a gallant corps, Reginald Che vis happened to recognize in one of the pickets Jhe gawky mountaineer -who had. been, bis guide through those, autumnal. woods so far. away, Hi Bates was after wards sought out and honored with an in terview fn the' generars tehtl for the' acci dental encounter- had evoked many pleas ant, reminiscences in Chevis's mind,, and among other, questions be wished to ask was wnat bad become of Jerry Shaw's daughter. " She's dead long ago," answered Hi Bates. "She died afore the winter war oyer the year ez je war a-huntin' thar. She never hed good sense ter my way o' thinkin', nohbw, an' one night she run away, an' walked 'bout fifteen mile thrbugh a big snow-storm. Some say it settled on her chist, Anyhow, she jes' sorter, fell away like afterward, an' never held up her head good no more. She always war a slim little critter, an' looked like she war teched in the head." There are many things that suffer, un heeded, in those mountains: the birds that freeze on the trees ; the wounded deer that leaves its cruel kind to die alone; the de spairing, flying fox, with its pursuing train of savage dogs and men. And the jutting crag whence had shone the camp fire she had so often watched her star, set forever- looked far over the valley be neath, where in one of those sad little ru ral graveyards she had been laid so long ago. But Reginald Chevis has never forgotten her. Whenever he sees the earliest star spring into the evening sky, he remembers the answering red gleam of that star in the valley. But la Business Boons AayiioodT TNew Yprk Journal of Commerce. Several cojjespondehts have written to us asking our influence against the use of the word 'ibbom," which ono ot them characterizes as "tbe grossest form, of mod- . dern slang."!:' These writers are altogether mistaken in their premises, as the word is very ancient and altogether respectable. Nor is it wrenched materially from ite legitimate iise when ppplied to the, enthusiasm created for a political candi date, or the irapidly increasing tide of a business revival, accompanied, with ite in cidental excitements. To boom is to rush witb violence", as a ship with a press of sail ; and a boom is the result of such vio- lent action described in Webster as "a hol low roar, as of waves." , ' There is, therefore, no reasonable objec tion to the use of the word for the purpose of setting forth the' rush' and excitement of a sudden and vehement reaction from a depressed condition of general trade to a state of great speculative activity. The protest, if any, should be made against the thing itself, and not tbe terms in which it is described. It hi a grave question whether a boom in trade is ever a healthy movement. It is very exhilarating, doubtr less, to those who are carried along by it on the top of Ithe billows, and may be prof Stable to many who take advantage of the rush to fill their own pockets; but a steadi er course, over a quiet sea, where there is no violence of dashing waves and no Wind ing foam suggestive or breakers ahead, is much more to be desired and much like lier to. be of bis ting benefit to those Who are most concerned in the issue. There is another question of no little in terest perhaps to the great body of the people just present when this cry begins to sound from bo many throats, and that is whether thtre is any real foundation for the excitement. Is there after all any real boom in the business world? " ,v The interior, in all the channels pf trade, has been bare of- desirable goods at the opening of every season for several years. Toward the cjose of last winter when buy ers came forward with their memoran dums of needed supplies for the spring , trade there was quite a flurry in the great central markets. Merchandise was cheap ' and freely offered, and the merchantijlu. everywhere welcome,, went actively to work to purchase the stock desired. There was a general .sigh of relief at this change from the weary months of stagnation, and not a few exclaimed that the end of the reign pf dullness had come at last. - Bat when the lists had been filled and the goods were packed and shipped there was a return of the ancient calm. Here and there a buyer tempted by the very low prices at which the goods- were offered, ; exceeded bis memorandum, by a slight per centage, but upon most of the visitors the solicitations tvqr extend their, orders beyond the limits they bad fixed fell; .on ears that were deaf to the most flattering allure ments. . i ; -. 1' ,',A, similar experience, has, marked the ! opening of the current season,, but wjtfc a fewi'more promisingr features, t The" tnerav, orahdums brought by purchasers flontain a. longer list, and , as a, rule, tlic customers are coming at an f earlier, relative 4ai.: , i But thus far, there tias ha: been np g(tk specV ulatlve .excitement. ...U does ,uqt1ifoUaw , that because goods are very low theref ore buyers are wisp lia overloading taepiselves with a surplus stock. Tbe low, rate of usance for money, the low price in general of raw 'material, and the rapid increase in . laborrsaving machinery are suggestive of low prices fori some tune to come. It is wisest for those who have come from the interior, and best for thosa, with whom they deal at tbe centres of trade, that the purchases be confined to the volume of goods that can! be judiciously distributed. The merchant; in a country store who is overloaded, works at a great disadvantage through all the year, and his creditor here will reap no profit in the end from the ex tra trade. j ' Some uneasy souls who have no outlet for their activity in any legitimate busi ness enterprise, are trying their hands once more at the gambling tables. They do not patronize roulette, or the dice-box, ordeal Empires of Force and Empires of Love, Sew York Journal' Of" Comnterce. j ; NEW.YamK, August 16, 1885 We have lately been reading a good deal about the greatest heroes, greatest generals, &c, that ever , lived. I remember' when a youth reading that somebody once asked Napo leon who: was the greatest general and he made the noble reply, "The Saviour," whose constantly increasing armies for 1, 800 years had marched over the world. Would it be asking you too much to print his exact words, or can you say where they can be found? : E. P. tUply.Tha following is found at page 171 of Arvine's Cyclopaedia of Moral and Religious Anecdotes: " "I know men,' said - Napoleon at St. Helena to Count de Montholon, 4I know men, and I tell you that Jesus is not a man The Religion of Christ is a mystery which subsists by its own force, and proceeds from a mind which is not a human mind. We find in it a marked individuality, which originated a train of words and ac tions unknown before. Jesus is not a phi losopher, for kit proofs are miracles, and from the first bis disciples adored him. Al exander, Caesar, Charlemagne, and myself founded empires ; but, on what foundation did we rest thecreaures of onr genius? Upon forces. But Jesus Christ founded an empire upon Love ; and . at this hour, mil lions of men would die for Him. I die be fore my time, and my body will be given back to the earth to become food for worms, ..Such-ia tbe fate of bim wbp has been called the Great Kapoleon. What an abyss, between my deep, misery and; . the eternal kingdom of Christ, which is pro claimed, loved, adored and still, extend- - - ; ll . 1- 1 .. 'iOf ing,,over, "e,(wuqfe, .saruii. i. .ajcu, uiuiug at faro, but they "take the chances" in "futures" of rnercbandise, or, more des perate than any game with pictured cards, . resort to the Shock Exchange. The know ing ones, including those wno manipulate the winning tricks in that locality and the hungry w.olvcsiwho feed on the spoil pro vided, must chuckle and sharpen their teeth as tbe sportive lambs once more gam bol about their bewitching den in the fond belief that the boom has reached the shares which have been a drug so long, and that " operating for a rise " is the open door to ' the long-expedtcd but ever-tarrying; for- , tune. Whatever may be realized in the honest callings; it is safe to predict that the future, as n the past,' will leave all shorn and shivering at least, if it does not swallow carcass and all of those who seek to gather wool f n that seductive field.. NO PJ.ACB LIKE HOME, ,r. And no House Like the Albemarle. Elizabeth City Falcon.J No longer ago than but month, we trav eled from the Pacific to the Atlantic coasts, passing through a country that has the reputation of being the finest in the United States. But in all that long trip of eight successive days land nights we never saw a single town that, could in any way induce us to leave Elizabeth City, with no pros pects of getting back 'again. For a coun try where a man can, see the most pleasure for the expense and get the most meat for,,, the least money give us old North Caro-... Una every time.f It is true times are a lit tle hard here now ; but if 4 man is too lazy to work, he can take his book and line ana catch enough flab out of the Pasquotank river in one hour to last him a whole week. -4 ter-nighfc,"' said Jerry Shaw, Maa' wipe out an three o' them Jr"eets-iKe an' ms two brothers." ' "They ought n't ter bo let live1," veiter ated Elijah Bnrrpioodily. Bid bo speak to his faintl stirring conscience,- or to a woeful premonition of his Bistev'a grief v They'll all three be stiff atf stark afor daybreak," resumed Jerry Shaw.' -"We air all kin ter 'Lijah, an' we air goin' ter holp him top off them Peels. Thar's ten of us an three o' them, an' we won't hev no trouble 'bout it. An' we'll bring that pore critter, Ike's wife, an' he ehillen hyar ter stay. She's welcome ter live along o' ignt a,r ana tne coia snow, maue , fi m , ous approach to the little porch ri McWrJf -m""i . rl'Jt W t n.,ri Mv., w you do Bot perceive that Jesus Carat i s log hut atLaurel Notch, there j m poiatin ,ou a was a' thrill oi uismayea surprise among them to discover, the door standing balt open, the house empty of its scanty furni ture' and goods, its owners fled, and the very dogs disappeared ; only, on the tough stones before tbe dying nre, ueiia anaw, falling asleep and waking by fitful starts. "Jerry Snaw swore ez how he would hev shot that thar gal o' his'n that thar Cely," Bates said to Chevis and Varney the next day, when be recounted the inci dent,, "only be didn't think she hed her right mind; a-walkin' through this hyar . deep snow full fifteen mile-it's fifteen mile by the short cut ter Laurel Notch general,' The Drought la Chatham. .. Chatham Record. Although' the drought has been of so short duration yet the streams in this coun- j tv were never lower. A prominent ' citi-; zen who ' lives on ' Haw river informs us that he has never known : that stream as ; low as it is now. On Rocky river there is I scarcely a mill running, aud io many por tions of the county it is difficult to get any grinding done. s'"iA 'y": !; Why Lot's Wife was Salted. . i - , . , Chicago Inter-Ocean. ! Tbe 8unday-school was hashed and stQIf And the parson led in prayer, ,, . ; , , Then said a speech would now be made - By a stranger who was there.' '''. " The lesson tok(,; that day, the fate '" Ot the cities razed by fire, -. And of the great reward of those . , ' Who did the .Lord's desire. Ana tnen tne stranger spoae oi mqee Who disobeyed God's law, 'i; ' Said they the end ot such aa tinasd I In the death Sot Lot's wife saw. . i .-; - r - , '- -i. rm:-.. . To Impress the fact he asked a class, (jj - Small eight-year urchins they, Why 6od bad turned Lot's wife to salt . On that ill-fated day. , . ,; .... ; ( One little rascal made response,- . 'n With grimy band upheld, His shrill voice sounded loud and clear: "She was too fresh," he yeUed- .j .t'.j ' ' One gentleman reports that he is now . losing at the rate-of five bales of cotton a day in consequence of "the drought. -Wade&oro InttliigtMer.' ' 1 it f 1 I