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"TVOTHING SUCCEEDS LIKE HUCCENS,
DANBURY, N/CvTHURSDAY, APRIL 15, 1886
I WOXPKR.
CRAKLER 1L BAnBKTT.
I woiulpr lhat the flower#,
With such beauty, should decay,
To mark the flight of seasons
As tUey gently {was nit ay.
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BIXATftb MOl'f.
WILLIAM H. HAYNK.
liopft is liko the ftoble rays
Of clouded stayUgbt through dim dejert
ways,
Less tlian tlie foam that haunts a wave
worn space,
Or Hght that falls across a dead man's
flue.
Cissy's Lover.
it was an ordiuaiy picture—a pretty,
slender young girl seated under an ivy
wreathed porch, darning stockings; but
Phillip Blauutou's eyes brightened ax
they rested upon it, and a strange thrill
stirred but unusually unsuKceptible
heart.
"Have I traversed the wido world
over and gouo unscathed all these
yean," he asked himself, '-only to fa'l
in love, at first sight, with a rustio di
vinity out in the wilds of Yorkshire?"
At the sound of his footsteps the
girl looked up, with a startled air, the
lovely peach bloom color deepeuing and
brightening in ber velvety cheeks.
What Cissy Moroland saw was a tall,
dark youbg man, of eight-and-twenty,
with a somewhat listless expression upon
his fine, handsome face. He wore a
tourist's dies* of gray tweed, and car
ried a small linaps.ck slung across h s
broad shoulders.
"Msy I trouble you for a drink of i
water ?" ho askfd, in a low, musical
voice, lhat made tbe young girl stare,
its refined accents were so difforeut
from the rough speech to which she was
accustomed.
Befoie Cisiy could comply with the .
request, tbe kitchen door swung aud- !
denly open, and a hard, siroug-fcaturcd
face, with beetling black brows and
fiery eyes, peered out
Mrs. Moreland, Cissy's stepmother.
"Don't come iti heie !" sho cried, in
a shrill acrid voice, glowing angrily at
the astonished young man. "You have
nothing I want iu that thing. I never
deal with tramps."
"Oh, mother!" cried Cissy, in dis
may. "I am sure this man is no ped
ler.
"He's something worse, then, and
bad better go about his businoss."
Mrs. Moreland was about to slam tbe
door, when, by an amusing coincidence,
a pedler's cart drove into tbo yard.
She was one of those women who ,
make ".distinctions." Though unable
to abide one who carried bis pack on '
bis own back, she had a weakness for
pcdlers who bsd arrived at tho distinc
tion ot driving a cart.
The angry look insUntly vanished
from ber coarse face, leaving it bland
and smiling. She decided that Philip
must be tbo avant courier.
"I'm euro I beg your pardon," she ;
said humbly. "1 took you for one of |
tbe sort that goes about with smuggled
goods made st home, and cheap (sees j
they try to palm upon one as genuine
thread. I'm disgusted wiih tbe whole
tribe. And Cissy there has put mc all
out of temper with ber trifling and
idling. Just like ber dead mother they
say. It's i dreadful trial to have ao
otber woman's child to bring up. 1
would never have married Robert More
laud had 1 known he would up and dio
at tbn end of five years and leave me to
Uke care of his first wife's brat. 1
have ehildren enough of my own to look
after.*'
Cissy was aecustomed to these tirades
but they always brought tears to ber
eyes. She might have retorted that
her stepmother bad seixed upon the bit
of property that was left, and used it
for her own progeny, and kept her sla
ving from morning till night, but she
refrained.
"Wait a minute," Mrs. Moreland
resumed garrulousy. "I've got a lot
of rags s'.owcd away in the garret that
I've been keeping uatil the right per
son cosies along. If yon don't mind
being hindered, I'll go and gather them
up.
A roguish twinkle showed itself in
Philip Suasion's eyes, as the good *o-
n.«n disappeared in the direction of the
upper regions.
"Mv 'pack' contains the kit of a
strolling artist," bo said smilingly.
"But here comes the real Simon Pure,"
as a freckle-faced man, with a scraggy,
sandy mustache, climbed the steps,
bringing an armful of tinware and some
old-fashioned steelyards. "I shall ab
dicate to bis favor."
Cissy's checks were burning hotly,
but she caught up ber strnw hut, and
bringing a tumbler from t ''Y pantry
sbelf led the wsy to the well, ; .r. the
shadow of some lilao bushes rear
of tbe house. '
Philip drank the eool water she prof
ferred, as though it bad been ambrosia.
On returning the empty glass bis gaze
happoucu to fall upon tbe pin that fast
ened Cissy's collar. It was a cameo of
considerable value—a portrait finely
cut, but it did not look out of plaoe,
though her dross was of eommon al
paca.
"I beg your pardon," h»a«id eager
ly. "But may I ask where you got that
brooeh!"
"It was my mothers," Cissy replied;
: 'tbat is why I like to wear it."
••o—an heirloom ! Can you tell me
anything of its history?"
"Very little. My mother prised it
highly. Tho likeness is that of some
relative—a great aunt, I believe."
"What Wis your mother's maiden
name ?" be inquired.
"Cicely Durrnnt."
Philip gazed at the young girl curi
ously. He woald hsvo said more, but
Mn. Morcland's thrill voice sounded
at that iustant, calling sharply for Cis
sy.
"Don't be loitering there, you good
for-nothing child' You aitght try to
make yourself useful occasionally.
You've only been a burden to nie ever
since your father died. Go up into the
garret and bring down the rest of them
II
rags.
Cissy flitted away, a painful flush
suffusing her face.
But sho had (kit Seen of thu
handsome artist.
That evening, as she stood dejectedly
at the garden gato, wearied out with the
labors of tue day, and trying to etccpe
for a few moments from ber step
mother's shicwish tongue, be came
whistling along tbe lane, aud paused
beside her.
"You have been crying," he exclaim
ed abruptly, lookiug into ber pretty
forget mo-not eyos.
"Yes," she admitted. "It was very
foolish of me."
'-That dretdi'ul woman has been
scolding you again ?"
"I deserved il, no doubt. lam not
strong, aud cannot accomplish much.
Phillip muttered something under bis
breath.
"Why don't you leave her ? Have
you no relatives to wboin you could
go!"
Cissy shook her pretty bead.
"There is ouly tbe great-aunt of
whom I spoke this morning—and 1 dou't
even know where to find her. It would
make no difference if I did. She is
very rich, but my stepmother says she
hates girls, and oould not be induced to
give me a penny."
"Suppose JOB go away with mo?"
The girl steied at him, ber cheeks
flushed, her lips apart.
"I don't understand what you memo,
sir," she stammered.
"Thora is no ocoasion ip look so
frightened, little one, thougf ii is vory
sudden. But 1 took a liking' to you at
onoe, and I cannot bear to see you
abused. I want you for my wife, dar
ling."
Cissy bad had lovors before, bat Dov
er one for whom she cared.
A thrill of tingling sweetness shot
through her veins. She felt the spell
of those magnetio dark eyes, but Phil
ip was a stronger, and she dared not
yield to it.
"No, no, —you cannot realise wbat
you are saying, or else you are only
laughing at me," she cried, running
away and hiding herself, with emotions
singularly blendod of rapture and alarm.
Two weeks wore on Cissy saw no
more of the handsome artist, bat she
was continually dreaming or thinking of
I h i ui.
I Ono morning she nnexpoitedly re
: ceived a letter. It full first into her
; stepmother's hands, who, in the exer
-1 ciseof a privilege she arrogated to her-
I self, immediately tore it open and poss
essed herself of iu contents. It ran
thus:—
"I do not expect to feel prnnd of a
grand niece brought up iu tbe wilds of
Yorkshire, but it is time you saw some
tbingofthe world. You can come to
me for a six weeks' visit if you like.
Hut don't expect to become my heiress.
My will is already made, and docs not
give you a shilling.
"AMT DtTRRANT."
"Bless me !" Mrs. Moreland exclaim
ed, startled almost out of her senses.
'♦lt is from that miserly old wouiau,
your great aunt. How did sho learn
your address, I wonder t Aud she has
actually sent a check for fifty povuds to
buy a new ou'fil aud defray expens
es. Well I uever !"
Cissy's heart best high with hope and
expectation.
"I may go!" she oried, in an eager,
pleading tone.
Mrs. Moreland frowned.
"1 dou't know how to spare you, just ■
as harvest is coming on, but thst crab
bed old maid would be angry if 1 re
fused to let you go. She lives in Lon
don, it appears. Ten pounds wiil take
you tliero, and leave some money in
your poeket, and you'll want fifteen
more for new clothes. That will leave
twenty-five for me and my daughter
Sarah- Yes, you might as well begin
to get ready.,'
When Cissy's preparations were all
made, and she was about setting out
upon her lourney, Mrs. Moreland said,—
"Now I want you to speak a good
word for Ha rah. She ain't no relation
of Miss Durrani's, to be sure, but the
old uiscr might seud ber a few new
dresses and jewels, and never miss 'em.
Take everything that's offered you, Cis
sy, and when you come back I'll divide
the things between you two girls."
• •••••
Cissy was quite startled by the mag
nificence of tbe gruud houso where ber
grand-aunt resided.
Her grand-aunt, wrinkled old crone
in black velvot and lace, welcomed ber
with a kiss.
"You bavo jour mother's face, uiy
dear. )am glad of tbat."
"Oh," cried Cissy, eagoily, "do you
remember my mother >"
♦'Certainly. I used tn wish sbf- wns
a boy, that 1 might leave her my money.
But girls are not of much consequence
in thu world. I bad lost >ll trace of
poor Cicely. And so Robert is dead 1
tie was a good man but sadly wanting
in energy."
"How did you find me, Aunt Amy t"
"That's a secret," an odd twinkle in
her beady eyes. "By the way, I see
you wear a cameo broock that was your
mother's. It was out in Italy half a
oeutury ago. Do you know whose head
it is!"
Yours, Aunt Amy."
Tbe old woman laughed softly.
"Yes, dear ; though it docs no* bear
much resemblance to me now. One
changes iu fifty yeaes. There were two
out at the same time. I have always
kept tbe duplicate."
It was a charming life that opened for
Cissy. Tho gay city, wirh all its attrac
tions and novelties, seemed like enchan
ted land. She was thoroughly happy
for the first time in ber life.
Hiss Durrant appeared quite fond of
hor, and her sweet dreams were never
interrupted by Mrg. More-land's sharp,
rasping voice.
Six weeks went all too quickly, and
at last she was summoned to her great
aunt's dressing room.
"The limit of your stay bas expired,"
Miss Durrant said, looking at ber keen
ly. "I hope you have enjoyed voor
sclf «"
"Very much," Ciaay returned, hor
sweot voice choking a little. "It was
very kind of yon to invite me here."
"You are ready to roturn homo !"
"Whenever you think that I had bet
ter go, dear aunt."
Two or three groat drops fell down
the girl'a pretty face. She wiped them
surreptitiously away, but not before ihe
cunning old woman had seen (hem.
"Cissy," sheoried abruptly, "what if
I were to ask you to remain 1"
Tbe girl aprang toward ber with an
impulsive little cry.
"Will you,aunt ?" Ob, I would be
to glad
"You can stay upon one oondition.
1 have learned to love yon, but my will
is made, aa I wroio jou. It eannot be
altered, even tu please you. Tbe bnlk
of my fortune goes to my half sister's
son, a very worthy "young man. Cissy,
you oan remain as bis wife ! I have
communicated with him, and bo is will
ing to oousent to the ariangcment."
Cissy grew very pale. Consent to
marry a man she had never seen 1 No,
that would be impossible, even if Phil
ip's image did not fill ber heart.
"I must go," she said sadly. "Theie
i is no other way."
'•Wait until you have met my heir.
You might change your uitud."
"Never !**
I'oor (;issy dropped floods of tears
into tho bo* with the new clothes Miss
Durrunt's grnerosity had provided.
At last, when the good-bys bad been
spoken, she grouped her way blindly
down stairs. A gentleman stood near
the drawing-room door. As she looked
up a startled ory broke from ber lips.
Philip Staunton !
•'You here ? How very strange!"
She blushed furiously, but as the
young man opened Ins arms, Cissy lean
ed her head upon his shoulder with a
weary sigh.
••Are you glad to soo me, darling ho
whispered.
•'Oh, very glad!"
"Then you do love me a little V
"Y'es." she answered, unable to keep
back the truth.
Just then Cissy heard a low laugh,
and, looking, up, saw Miss Durrant
standing upon the landing, her kind eld
face beaming with dolight,
"You might as well ring 1 for the maid
to take your wraps, my dear," she
said.
Cissy glanced bewilderedly from the
smiling woman to the handsome lover.
"What does she mean V
"That you arc going back to be abus
ed by your shrewish stepmother,"
Philip replied. "Forgive me for try
ing you so sorely, but it was Aunt
Amy's wish. lam her beir."
One week later, Mrs. Moreland re
ceived a large box of clothing aud knick
nacks, bnt she had seen the last of Cissy
herself.
TIIE SMALL BOY.
One day I sat in a car seat on the
Saugus branch of tho Eastern road be
hind a pale, careworn lady who was ta
king a little boy from Boston to Maiden.
As the little boy was of a very inquir
ing mind, and everything seemed to
attiact his attention, 1 could not help j
listening to some of bisqucstious.j
"Whet is that, auntie!" the little boy
commenced, pointing to a stack of hay
on the marsh.
"Oh, that's hay, my dear," answered
the careworn lady.
"What is hay, auntie ?"
"Why, hay is hay, dear."
•But what is hay made of!"
"Why, bty is made of dirt and water
and air."
••Who makes it?"
"God makes it, dear.*'
"Does he make it in the day time or
in the night!"
"In both, dear."
"And Sundays?"
"Yes, all tbe time."
''Ain't it wicked to make hay on Sun
day auntie ?'
"Oh, I don't know. I'd keep still
Willie ; that's a dear. Auntie is tir
ed."
After remaining quiet a moment, lit
th Willie broke out:
•'Where do stars come from, sun
tie ?"
"I don't know; nobody knows."
"Did the moou lay 'cui?"
• Yes, I guess so," replied the wick
ed lady.
"Can the moon lay eggs too ?"
"I suppose so. Don't bothor me."
Another short silence when Willie
broke out.
"Benny says ox in* is an owl, auntie
is they ?"
"Oh, perhaps so!"
"I think a whale could lay eggs—
don't you auntie ?"
•'O, yos— 1 guess so,' ssid tho shame
less woman
"Did you ever soo a whale on his
nest ?"
"O, I guoss so."
"Where ?"
••I mean no. Willie, you must be
quiet; I'm getting crazy."
"What makes you crazy, auntie?"
"Oh, dear ' You ask so many ques
tions."
"Did you ever see a fly oai sugar ?"
"Yos dear,"
"Where?"
"Willie, sit down on tho seat and be
still or I'll shake you, Now, not an
other tvoid !"
And the lady pointed her finger
sharply at the little boy, as if she were
going to stiek it through him. If she
had beei a wicked woman sho would
have sworn.
There are eight million little hoys
liko Willie in tbo United Sis tea, and
half as many in England.—Boston
Post.
Raleigh is to have another oattle
show.
NO. 41.
( Hlmis OF lII'MOR.
FROM OUB KXCHANOES.
Very "Uking" in its way—Small
pox.
Sbere nonsense—trying tt out the
hair of a bald-headed man.
lu regard to modern it in
said ahat the Chinese la the most diffi
cult. Wo find this out whon we try to
explain to our Chinese laundrymao that
a pair of our socks is missing.
A friend of ours, absent on a trip to
Washington, writes us that be baa been
all through the national capita! and con
siderable of his own.—Lowell Citi
zens.
liilly's little sister had fallen and
hurt her nose, and she cried a gieat
deal over it. Hearing his mother tell
her to be careful lest she'd spoil it next
time, be said , "What's the good of a
nose to her 1 She never blows it."
The weather bureau reports that on
Tuesday lust there wa* not a section of
the Untted States which was not visited
with rain. The whole eontiuent, in oth
er words, was under a cloud. Tho fact
was unprecedented.
"I see that an Ohio postmistress has
resigned her position in order get mar
ried," remarked au old Benedict to his
wife. "Poor thing 1 1 pity her," said
the helpjicot. "Why so?'' "Because,
after the honey-moon is over, she'll have
to sit up unarly every night and wait
till the male comes in."
Thoro was a wedding last week from
a ocrtain rather famous home on tho
Back Bay, and the ehurch ceremony in
terested tho smalt sister of the bride
immensely. A day or two after the
I.Ufband and wife had gone away on
their wedding journey the little sister
interrupted her doll-playing to ask :
"Grandma what chutcU were you mar
ried in t" "1 wasn't married in i church,
my dear; your grandmother was a
naughty girl, and ran away with grand
papa ; we wore married at a imuisterjs
house." "Oh, ho laughed the mid
get, "how did you ever manage to make
such a fussy old fellow as grandpa
run.V'
WHAT A SMILE DID.—A lady of po
potition und property, anxious about
her neighbors, provided religious servic
es for tbeni. She was verj deaf—oould
scarcely hear at all. ()u one occasion
one of ber preachcis managed to make
ber understand him, at the oloee of
tbeir conversation, asked, " But what
part de you tako in the work 1" "Ob,'
the replied, "I smile them in, and 1
siuile them cut!" Very soon tbe prea
cher saw the result of ber generous, lov
ing sympathy m a multitude of broad
shouldered, bardfisted men, who enter
ed the plaoe of worship, delighted to get
a Bmile from her as she used to stand in
the doorway to receive tbem. Why da
not the working olasses attend the I ouae
of God ? They would, in greater num
bers, if self-denyinp, Christiana would
smile them in, and smile tbem ont.—-
The Christian, London.
L'uless a return is made to a con
stantly cropped soil, exhaustion must
follow. It may take a long term o(
years beforo the accumulated fertility
of the prairie baa been so muoh reduced
that manure must be applied to insure a
profitable orop. The poorer a soil get*
the more necessary to make oomplete
returns of tbe plant food, needed for the
| growth of the succeeding crop. Boila
that have been long oroppci may ba
looked upon as factories into wbioh the
crude materials are poured, and out of
them the manufactured products are ob
tained. The food materials that maa
neods to supply are ineluded under tbe
terms manures and fertilisers. If tbe'
amount of plant feod applied to and re
tained in tbe soil exceeds that taken off
in the crops, the land it improving in
fertility.
A bill bas been introduced into Con
gress in regard to oelebrating in 1889
at Washington tbe eentennial anniversa
ry of tbe formation of the Government
under the Constitution of the United
States, and also of the four hundredth
anniversary of tbe discovery of America
ia 1492.
Good temper is the philosophy of the
heart—a geui in the treasury within,
whose rays are refleoted on all outward
objects—a perpetual xanthine, imparting
warm h, light, and life to all within the
sphere of its infWonoe.
A handsome monnmentta to be ereot
ed at Washington, N. 0., to the memo-,
ry of tbe Confederate dead.