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There art it proeai.xen.
Catering tha pilgtiaaeUik way,
Bat there ea cu, to me brightest, !
SbeJJiog a beeaiifal rj. ;
Tl that a lIod, fceer erriDp. t
Lel e thru Umpwt end floJ,
While I rely on that RTudaooe,
Tnutlex lb promiae of UoJ. j
AH'thior ehell ok for the well re,
Of GoTe beloved eLllvIren berr,
Ien tio' life em a failure.
Wrecked oa a abore bek anl drear.
t
VTbQ thj am brioe retribution,
lit Dot m bitter if then,
Tb- raat be.iere it will a .Te thee,
From lbs aaxoe foU again. j
When b"p tht ereraeJ Ufa! elixir,
Go down in fathomlete night, .
And llowera tbat tmrdarl tby pathway
Droop oeth a wi'.berioz blight;
Tbea the dr proialaa coaaolee thee,
Urirtfn,; tby troubled beert ret;
Treat tbat tbe Father In wiedom, I
Jlal over aU for tL teat. !
1
curro. c. Juo rth. un.
tiic ecstacy or kisses.
Te following ei'inl-i'e poem was wri'
tu in 1J when the author waa a yoan
Cirl under twenty. Whlttier, the poet,
wrote to ita young author that abe had
taaaterod the eecret of esgliah Teres.
Yon kiaaed me ! my bead
Dropped low on your breast, ,
With a feeling of aheller
And inflniu reat ;
While the holy amotiona
My toagae dara not apeak
FUehed op la a llama
Frcm my heart to my oeek
Y'oar arma held ma fa I
OX toot axma aa ao bold.
Heart beat afainat heart
Ia your paaaionata fold.
Yoar gUneee acemed drawing
11 y ol through my ejet,
Ae the aun drava the mUt
Froc the aeaa to the kioe.
Your ciuoj to mine
Till I prayed In my bliaa
Tby mibt never Tndap
From the rtptnroua kiaa.
t
Yoo ktaeed me ! mr heart
And my breath and lay will.
Ia deliroaa joy
For a moment atood atilL
Ufa bad for me tie a .
No UopUtloni, no eherm,
o vlaioaa of beppioeea
' Ootdde of your anna.
And vera X tbia inelant
An angfe. poeeeved
Of tbe poe and tbe joy ;
Ta.t are given tbe bleet, j
X would fliog my wnita rwbea
Unrtpctinjjfydovni, j
I voold tear from my forabaad
Ita beautiful crown.
To nawtle oaoe more
la tbat baven of teat,
Yoar !ipa npoo mine.
My bead oa jour brtaal !
Yoa kieaed me! my aoI
Ln a bliee ao divine,
lleeled and awoooed like a drarkard
Fouliab with wine ; 1
Aad X thought "twera dellcioni '
To die there, if death. j
"Would bat eome while my lipe j
Were yet nfbia with yoar brreth.
If my heart mKbt grow cold j
While yoar enne claped me round
In their rweionaU fold. j
And theee are tbe qneetiooe j
I ak 47 and sight: j
ilaat my Upe taafe no more !
Soda exnidie deiigbt I
Would joa care If your breet
Were wy ehelter aa then,
And if yoa were here
Would yo. kiaa me aain ?
There ia some help for all the
deftct cf fortaue, for if a man
cannot attain to tbe length of
hit wish ea, he may hare his re
medy by canine of them shorter.
An observing politician says I
... I
that the difference between those
going in and out of oflice isl
maialv this the former are
aworu ia and the Latter go oat I
swearing.
IX . PICTUHH
It web a ditastrcu day (or the
Vanes when old Pejrgy died. To
le "are, fhe was only a eervantj
batnach aa honest, faith fal, lone -
tried oia creature coma uoi sup
oat of her place without being
misied and mourned for. Sbe
had .waited oo Koacoo Vane's
boaatifol grand-daughters Fince
they were babies, and ha mo red
ber maa-ter'd whims to thedar of
his death. "What will they do
without Teggy? It it were some
people it woald not make so much
difference, bat the Vanes
and tbe neighbors left tbe sen-
tence expressively unfinished.
And how was that! Well, the
Vanes were a little singular.
Itoscoe Vane, tbe second, did no
thing but study art and paint
nltnr. fir rafllfP O. Til f t n TP TTA
He had lud the same one on his
easel for five years, unce in a
while he would retouch it and
alter it; tbe rest of tbe time he
admired it. The girls were fond
of music, but they knew nothing
of art. They had been taught
that this was a great picture, but
Uay said she wasn't sure. Ray
was a beauty; Rath was simply
pretty. Uay would do nothing
bat slog and dress and dance
about the garden. Ru:h prac
ticed music diligently, but stitch
ed at her sister's pretty costume
and v Ui ted the poor. Yet neither
of thu pretty girls ever soiled
theirdainty hands. Their Uncle
Roscoe forbid it. He was reserv
ed, refined to fragility, like big
father before him. At fifty his
hair waa already white. When
Peggy died she had, apparently,
many laat things to tell him, for
he was alone with ber more th&n
three hours. After tbat he shot
himself up with his picture more
than ever.
"I don't know," said Ray,
pouiing ner rcu lips, -waat uu-
t 1; 1 . 1 a. rt
cleRoc expected to become of
f w -v, v
"Why, Kay 1
'Well, I am eighteen to-mor
row, and yoa have been twenty
this long time.'1
"Yes, smiled Ruthie, stitch-
away on Raj's rofiles.
Grandpa intended us to go
aAAI.. tra TTn tl A T 7 SVfc ' I
in to society; but Uncle Roc
lias no intentions regarding
anvtbing. I know it, Ray. But
I I am qaite contented with my
lot.
"That is because Lisle SUniels
comes to walk with you in tbe
garden, or lay over, the ,iano
while you play."
Well, you have Lod Layton
for a lore."
Yei, a veritable lord visited at
the old mansion ; poor; but not
threadbare; no longer young,
but courtly and agreeable. He
had invested his small income in
America, and he liked Roscoe
Vane.
He's fifty, if he's a day. But I
be has bis title, and he's not a 1
bit disagreeable. I might do I
worse,' and Ray tapped ber lit
tle foot thoughtfully. "There's
no danger of any one marrying
cs for our money. Ruthie, she
continued, alter awhile. "You
know papa left cs nothing. Do
yoa sappoie mere s any money
a a
any where r I
"There mast be a little for
our bread and butter. Rav. said
Ruthie, thoaghtially. But II
think sometimes. Ray, that we 1
are ver Pr When they call-
ed this place tbe Orchards
MSo ridiculous. interrupted among the pillows. They sum
Rx, 'witb its tea-foot garden." moned tbe doctor, sent for Lord
'Batwben grandpa was young Layton;bat Kosco Vane only
it waa surrounded by apple or-
cbards, and pear orchard and
1 peach orchards. It was part of
i a great estate. There waa a
I gammer mansion down by the
I river, and cottages for the work
I man ; bnt grandpa waa not good
at taking care of property, and
little by little it went, hand and
1 honsea were Fold, a road was cat
through, and boase lots Fold aDd
boilt upon. All is changed. We
I might have been great heiresses.
Kay, concludes Kutnie, aaiy,
"bnt, aa I said before, I think we
are very poor."
Ray silently reviewed the situ-
I ation.
"1 shall make the bestof it,"
she said, at last, rising and speak-
I inn n. (iA.t.(1aAl!nn In Miami rrr
'Ruthie, who told yoa all this 1"
"Lisle Staniela."
Jin faithful, wise, nntiring old
Peggy's place came an inefficient
mulatto girl, who went to sleep
over the fire, and let the muffins
burn. Uncle Roo was surprised
tbat bis mutton was underdone
and bis coffee muddy. It never,
never occurred to Ray that she
could help it if they starred to
death but when Lord Layton
was coming to dine, Rathle, in
very slave, in defiance 01 her
ancle's well-known commands,
went into tbe kitchen with a
cook book and prepared a decent
dinner. But day by day the old
house seemed to grow forlom and
shabby. There was no one now
to fight dust and decay. The of the news (concerning the pic
small pahed windows were 00- tore. Was she the" ao poor, even
scared by dust, the brasses tarn- poorer than she had feared, and
ished, mold crept into tbe presses,
and the mice into the larder.
Uncle Roc came out of bis
study only to look dejectedly
around, shake his bead, and re
treat again to bis den. Ray made
thfl Bam. nre, t- toile. and Bane
M caIiFM ever for Lord ivton.
bQt 8pcl,8 Qf medjtatingr
It
was a doll and lonely summer.
Lisle Staniel, with his blue eyes,
golden hair, and debonair grace,
came sometimes and chatted with
Ruthie strolling in tbe little gar-
den with us sweet Williams and
prince8 feathers, or practicing a
mm
song with her. Surely he liked
little Ruthie, but was that all T
De was poor; he could hardly
think of marrying; certainly he
had never said one word to her
of it. Though it was Ruthie's
nature to be serene, sometimes
her eyes were red with crying.
nd now Uncle Roc staved in
the bedroom that led from his
studio. He had eaten little for I and everything else inthisdis
a week, and, when Ruthie, wbol mal old barrack. I am provided
had learned after many times
e, . . a m I
ourning me oreaa una ner iace
together to make toast, carried
him up a repast, which, though
scant was delicate, he moved tbe
tray aside and pointed to tbe
open door.
"Look at the easel, Ruth.
Do
yoa see tbat I have had my pio
ture framed I Is it not beauti
ful T I
And when Rathie acqaiesed,
be took her bands.
Dear child, we have fallen up
on evil times. Not tbat it mat-
rers mticn lor me; oat foryou-
well, yoa will not be left penni
less. Tbere is a fortune for yoa
in my picture
A stream of bright arterial I
blood flowed suddenly from his 1
month. K ntbie'e screams bronght
Ray and OIgd as
he sank back
i,vej an hoar.
At a Fiiitableitime there was a
Fearch among his will, but none
was to be found and no one knew
hof any proper! 7 save the old
mansion of the, Orchards.
There iathG picture,? Rnthie
said, timidlr,t9 Lord Layton. It
is worth a gre.it denl of money.
is it not! Uotjle said M and
she repeated; Roscoe Vane's last
wordr. !!L
"Of "course Uncle Hoc intended
that it 8ilonia te disposed of for
oar benefit I'lPfit in Ray.
ry jear girls," said tbe gen
tleman, kindjyj "I grieve to disa-
Duse your minus 01 a pieasani
idea, but the truth i, "the picture
is comparatively worthless, but
I wA ... mi.fnlnn in Ui w i m n a
of bis own ability. II is delusion
that this picture was a great one,
no one who loved him could bear
to deprive him of, ?o great was
!
h" gratification in it; but beyond
a few rret,y ffwts the canvas
has no merit amoneconnoisseurs,
and wonld not bring ten dollars.'
Ruth looked astounded Ray
angry. J
"I knew it,f said the latter. "I
guessed it long ago, and yoa and
I are beggars, Ruthie ! A pretty
j BO Ul UJISU 1mc t tt:i00 uaf ucoa
I to leave two glrla nothing put of
I such a property V9
She went down inlothegafenV
and Lord Layton followed her.
It seemed to Ruthie that sbe
would never;; get over.the shock
most she labor for her bread T
She could sew exquisitely bnt
sewing-girlstarved. Well, she
could give music lessons. And
when she had decided this, in tbe
dim watches of the night, Ruthie
fell asleep, j j
The next day, Ray announced
tbat she was going to marry Lord
Lajton. I i j
"He asfcedi me long ago, and I
told him 4 Yes; last night, in tbe
garden. 1Vb are going to JJew
York. Yog; can come with ns'
she addfe4 r ,"or yoa can live
here. For myself, I repudiate
the old home and everything
there is in 'it. If Uncle Roc's
picture were sold, I suppose it
would bnyjns a pair or shoes
apiece I" jj
"Dear Ray, I should like to
keep it." j
"Yoa may have if, then. I
never wantlto hear of it again.
Sell it or keep it, as you choose,
for; it isonly fair that you should
- r . e
have what there is here."
So Ray wjaa married and went
awaj, aodfliathie remained in
the old mansion of the Orchards,
and gave music lessons .for her
bread. She made a nice little
1
teacher, and every day golden
haired girli came through the
little garden into the low, broad
narlor. and
chatted gayly while
iied their exercises,
learned herself, and
they drum
Ruthie had
then taught Cbloe, to rub tbe
window-panes, clean the brasses,
and dust the old mahogany fur
nitare. andjinthecbilly fall even-
logs, Lisle Suniels would come
land bear her company by the
bright hearths lone of the lonely
home.
uUear Katuie," ne fiu, "we
might be married if I were not
quite so poor.
"I nave a shelter for ns both,"
said Rathie.
"And I only bread 8nd cheese
and kisses for mv share," retnrn
cd Lisle. "My practice grows
so slowly.
But they thought of tbe bread
and cheese and kisses until they
determined to try them, Kothfe
was able to help her husband's
modest income along by continu
ing ber music lessons for nearly
a year; then tbere wa a little
one in ber arms, and added ex
pense, p. i.
"Poverty is no disgrace, but I,
for one, shall never write poetry
to it," said Lisle, ruefully, one
day.wben the grocer's and butch-
era bills both came due, and he
had barely money enough to buy
himself a decent new suit in
which to visit his sick.
Lisle," said Rathie, walking
tho floor with Baby Lisle, who
was teeth in gaud worrying,tbere
is tbe picture. I wonld like to
keep it; but I know you are bar-
raised for money, and yesterday
I asked Chrome & ('rayon what
they would give me for it. They
said seven dolUrs. Let it go. 1
bad rather see you relieved than
to keep ir."
Chlce brought it and set if
against the wall, upon a table,
The rich colors and gilded frame
attracted Baby Lisle's blue eyes,
stopped his crying, and as RtU
suuuen pinnge upon it witncnao-1
by extended handi. Instantly
there was a collapse, a crash.
The canvas had fallen ont ot its
frame, antl the floor was covered
with strange gray things.
'Money V9 exclaimed Lisle.
"Bank bills!" grasped Ruth.
There were hundreds. Tbe
back of tbe picture bad been
lined with them, and a carefal
search produced a note :
"My Dear Nieces When
your grandfather died he left
this money, not with me, whom
he bad little ruason to confide in
as a man of basiness, but with
old Peggy. It- was never to be
invested he bad lost m neb by
unfortunate investments of his
own bnt was to be divided be
tween you when the elder reach
It has 1
ed her twenty-first year.
been a great care and trouble to
me since Peggy died, and I plac
ed it here, for the present, for
safe keeping. Roscoe Vaxe..
The date was" but a few days
previous to 013 aeatn. .None
who knew Roscoe Vane could
doubt that tbe possession of so
large a bum of money was a
source of great discomfit to him.
His life annnity-whicb had flur
porwn me uouwuuiu aau Pf
ished with him. He had had lit'
tie nse for money himself, and no
nah for ft.
Ruthie instantly wrote to Ray,
proffering her half tbe sum now
in her hands, bnt Bay replied
that, as she bad repudiated tbe
picture, felt that she had no claim
to that. I o fact, she did not need
ir they were prospering, and
Ruthie might keep it. j
And Ruth kept also the old
picture, whicb, with its story, is
an heirloom.
Tbe curtain had just dropped
on the first act and he already
bad his hat in his band when
she, putting ber band in her
pocket said: "Here, dear, I
thought yoa woald want one;
yoa needn't go vat," and abe
handed him a clove,
llefifncas.
A girl's every-day toilet Is
part ol ber character The
maiden who is slovenly In the
morning Is not to be frosted,
however fine she may look in the
evening. 5o matter bow hum
bler j on r home oaj be, there are
eiffh; lt .tQwf 1
I a rairrnf "wafcbinff.wiitAr: anar..
j - - ; --j ,
towclf hair, nail and tooth
brushes. These are jast as essco
tial as onr breakfast, before
which yoa should make good ase
of them. Parents who fait to
provide their children with such
appliance not only make a mis
take, but commit sin of omis
sion. Look f My in the morning, and
after the dinner work Is over,
improve your toilet. Make lt a
role ot your daily life to "drets
up" for the afternoon. Yoma
dress need not be anything bet
ter than calico ; but with a rib-
bon or flower, or some bit of
ornament, yon can have an air
of self-respect and satisfaction
tbat invariably comes with being;
well dressed.
A girl with sensibilities esnnot
help Reeling embarrassed and
awkard in a ragged, dirty dress,
with her hair unkempt, if a
stranger or neighbor thooM
come in. Moreover, yonr self-
respect sbonld demand decent
apparelling for yoar body. Ton
ahonld make it a point to-fcofc
-.11 .m;-. 11 vAta
see you.
A Beautiful Kletepr
The ayetteville ifun bsjbs
Tne darkness of the night is end'
denly dispersed, the heavens ere
all aglow, a bright fiery path
marks its conrse.running through
a scarcely less bright field. A
meteor, the most beantiful wo
have ever seen,, has just sailed
slowly and majestically athwart
the heavenly dome.- The writer
with a lriend is out riding; When
tbe magnificent sigh1? bursts up
on his gaze. It seems that wof
ride two hundred yards ere the
radiant star sinks below the
south-eastern horizon. In its
voyage across the skyr it paints
everything near its track- with a
most exquisitely tinted, soft light;
not a fiery red, or yet a pink, but
a shade reminding trs more of
moonlight than anything else
The mind involuntarily seeks to
know what is tbe cause f Where
it falls t We look from natnre
to Nature's God. A quiet feel
ing Dereference and awe steal
over us, as we wanuer in ine
drekmland q( rAUC7 AihoQWid
fantastic ideas float before ns,we
are for tbe time being transferred
to another world, peopled by
bright fairies wearing those
beautiful stars or jewels, and It
seems as if the meteor was a cl
am on d dropped from tome fairy's
breast.
MMeS'a- BJBS e-SBVBMMMBiMaHv
A fifty dollar engagement ring
may not typify the depth of the
love tbat presents it, bnt it may
tell a tale of terrible strain upon
the pocket tbat pays for iL
Sfc BSJSfc a-axkMM
A North Side maa makes his
daughter eat an onion just before
starting for the skating rink. If
all would act on this bint tbe new
erase wonld be short-lived.
-Round wa'uts are still fash
ionable," and tbe young men will
see that tbe fashion is uotchaog
ed for want of preutog.
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