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"YES OR NO.'
BY BROWNIE.
Margaret Stirling looking very
like the picture only, instead of
standing with haudt hehiud her and
gazing from a window, he Hat looks
mg intently into the glowing wood
firewith hands loosely clasped iv
her lap. But tha same look of em.
est, wondering perplexity was there,
almost a distressed look, it was go
intense. I wonder will it be wrong,
he thought, I do not love him, but
I respect and like him nd I am so
lonely, there is no one in this wide
world to specially care tor me- A nd
she rose suddenly and began walk,
log up and down, up and down tho
room. Not a very long walk, for
tbe room was a single one on the
third floor in the back building, but
it was Margaret Stirling's home; her
trunk was there, her few posses
sions ; she lept in tbe room and ate
in the house, and the place was
called ber home. It was a dainty
enough room, for Margaret was
dainty in her ways and tastes, and
had rather a "homy" air; in one
corner stood a little table with a
lamp npoa it, a baodsouue lamp that
had been given to her some years
before; her dressing-table was an
old -fashioned one, but its appoint,
raents were of ibe best ; an open
wood fire with an easy chair drawn
up in front ot it, a footstool, a wood
box on one side, making a pretty
and comfortable seat, all padded
and comfortable as it was j a bright
screen, and two or three choice pic
ture on tbe wall, all betokened re
tiueraeut ami iood t?te.
"Ob, what shall I do I" obe ex
claimed, half aloud, as she turned to
sit down aeain. when there was a
tap at the door
"Come in,'' she called, and a ser
vant appeared with a card, taking
it from th tray she ead Mr. John
Raymond.
"I will be dowu in a few mo
ments.'' "Ye, miss." Aud the door was
softly closed (for Mrs. Reed always
had good servants).
He is here, and I don't, know what
to do, what to say, am no nearer a
decision tbau I was last night. Aud
opening the crumpled not again sbA'
read :
My Dear Miss Stirling : 1
have, one thing to tell you, one
thing to ask you. Your woman's
heart, I trust, if not your woman's
lutuition, will tell you what they are.
You sniely kuovv that I lovs jou.
I am thirtyfive years old, and you
are the only woman I have ever
icvt-d. Will you ma ry me f If you
hotnir me by saving yee, I will de
vote my life to you, and do all in
my power to make you happy. Ob,
my darling, I am writiug this so
coldly, imt I love you, J love you,
I v. ill call to-tnorrow at 11.
Your 8, John Raymond.
October 19tb, 1390.
Troubled and perplexed as she
was, Margaret Stirling almost srniU
ed as she again read this note. "It
seems so unlike what any other man
would have written, she murmured.
And yet she knew that it was true ;
that be did love her ; that he would
be good to btr, and do all in his
power to make ber happy ; but it
was all so different from what she
had thought of as a girl. Ob, what
should she do ? what could she do
She mus; go down, must not keep
Mr. Raymond waiting any longer,
and yet She did not look io the
glass ; did cot arrange a fold or rib
bon iu her dress, bat went at once
as if she was afraid to tarry lest the
power to go would be lost. One
instant she hesitated at tbe parlor
door, and then, firmly turning the
knob, entered. Mr, Raymond rose
to meet her, and taking both her
bauds in bis, looked earnestly in ber
face :
"I think," be said, "unless you
weie eoiog to be kind to me, you
vould have written to me, and not
have allowed mo to come here for my
answer.''
Margaret looked at bim for a
second, she bad not thought of bim
be had not asked for an answer, and
she had not thought of sending him
I one ; it had been with her wholly a
question of self should hho f would
she be happy 1 could she? these
were the questions that had taken
possession of her, tbe questious she
bad striven to answer, not one
thought of him, of his love, and
whether she conld make hirn happy
all this passed through her mind as
she stood with her hand in his, as
she stood with him looking so earn
estly into her face.
"I do not kuow," she faltered, "1
had not thought."
"Not thought ! what do you mean
by that, Margaret f"
He bad never called her by ber
name before, and it seemed so
strange to have him do it, almost
as if he was takiDg possession of
her claiming her. Sbe moved a
way from bim, but he kept one bond
in bis, ana turning to the sota sat
down by her side.
"Margaret, what is it to be ? Can
you care for mej can you marry
me ?"
"Ob, I do not know,'' said poor
Margaret,
"Is that all you can say, Marga
ret?'' His toue was sligbily re
proacbful.
"I know it. is wrong, bat I don't
kuow, I don't know."
He rose and walked across the
room, once, twice, and coming back,
sat down again, but made no effort
to take her band in bis. It was hard
for poor Margaret this wooing, she
bad had other men to tell her they
loved ber, and wanted ber for a
wife ; but never like this. But then
she bad never found it no hard to
know wbat to say, and to ay it ?
yes, Margaret was not young, twenty-nine,
and she bad had as many
lovers as most girls, hut she bad
t;ever been as completely upset by
any of tbem. She felt that she was
behaving more like a girl of sixteen
than an elderly spinsetr of twenty
nine. "I thought you would have been
prepared for me, and hoped your
answer would be favorable, but 1
have been mistakeu."
"Mr. Raymoud,'' said Margaret,
suddenly, "forgive me, but I do uot
know how ,o answer you, be
cause, while I have tbe highest re
spect and regard for you, I do not
love you."
"Is that all f I am willing to
wait lor the other for, Margaret, I
think I can teach you to love me.''
Margaret shook her head.
"Will you let me teach you ?'' he
continued, iu a low, teuder tone.
"Ob, is it right4" the said passion
ately, "for me to take so much and
give so little? I suppose every
girl has her dream ot the home that
is waitlug for her, few of them look
forward to a lonely life, and mine
has been io different and now that
I am old, do you know that l am
rwenty-nine years old?''
"I had not thought of it, dear, 1
do not care anything about jour
age 1 love you,"
"I wonder why murmured Mar
garet. He smiled slightly, but it was a
sad smile, then putting his hand
out again and taking hers, he said; ;
"Will yoa come to me, Marga
ret ?"
"Yes, it you really want me."
"When."
i "Whenever you please.
People called JohQ Ravmood a cu
rious fellow ; entirely too serious ; he
must have been born grown np, aud
kindreu remarks. Jb'ew knew him,
and fewer appreciated. him. For, to
be a Christian in these days, when
most young meu who profess it do
so with an apologetic laugb, was
unusual. He made few, if any,
professions, but he lived his belief,
and Dick Hunter, one of tbe fastest
club men, used to say, that "John
Raymond's life was tbo best ser
mon he knew of.'' Yes, be lived it
brave, patient, true, one of the
noblest of men. Margaret Stirling
bad indeed woo a prize what
would she do with it?
It was a gray day late io in No
vember when Margaret Stirling and
John Raymond were married. The j very dark.''
church was crowded, for they werei "But it as shining brightly when
both popular in a way ; Margaret, j we came ont : I'll take it as a happv
especially, had hosts of friends. Jomen,''
"How sclemn it all was," said He reached out his band, aud,
pretty Carrie Loring, shrugging her I taking hers, drew her a little closer
Hhouldrin; "I frrl as if I bad been
assisting at a funeral."
"So do I ; it certainly was dreary,"
responded Hattie Levelling.
And, indeed, truth to tell, it was a
sad-looking atl'n'. The day was
sufficiently dark and dismal of it
self, and then, neither Margaret iur
John looked at nil bright, or a3 it
fbiy were doing as they wanted to.
'I aotiihr why," is the geueral re
mark when we attend a wedding or
hear ot an engagement, "I wonder
why be," or she, as the case may be,
"did it ! ' It is an exclamation or a
question ? Sometimes the one,
sometimes the other. A.nd tbe per
son knows nothi?g at all ei'her
about tbe affair or the circumstances
that led to this culmination. To
look at the couple in whom we are i
speei-dly interested, as they caaie
down from the chancel rail on that
gloomy October day, one would
have thought, at fifst glance, how
well mated they are ; he, if not
handsome, is striking. looking, a
man one would lodk back upou m a
crowd; and Margaret, more than
ordinarily pretty ; but look closer,
there is an expression on her face
that bodes ill fof married happiness
she is not satisfied, and sbe shows
it ; while he, what is It in his face ?
It ivs harder to define, for as he jus?t
looked at the wom n at his side, no
one would have doubted for a single
lustant that he loved ber, and with
her could be content and more
UPPV But wbat laacast the cloud
across his countenance? Ah, Le
has teea in Margaret what others
see, and wbat he k )ows is there, an
uusatisfied heart, end he is wonder
mg what he can do, if he docs not
succeed in awakfa'uc; her love?
What will life then be to him spent
by ber side ? It will be worse than
death, worse than if he was far
away and could try to forget- He
did not reaiize it fully until the
night before, when, as he sat with
hei nand in his, and felt how thor
oughly unresponsive it was, how
eutirely unresponsive t?be was, here
on tbe threshold of her marriage
day, he shuddered aud wondered if
be had done right la accepting wbat
she could give him, and hoping to
be able to win her love. He felt
afraid for the first time, and ques
tion seriously the propriety f what
be was doing. Bet it was too late
then. So it was with a sober mind,
even for John Raymond, that he met
j his fiancee that morning at the altar,
where he waited to pledge bis vows
to her. Ah if hers were only as
true as his, as sincere 1 How could
tsbe promise and vow to love, honor
land obey if she did not have tbe
first in ber heart ? He looked at
her tender? seriously, but she only
trembled slightly as she felt his
warm clasp when he took her baud
io his. The brief ceremony was
over, and together, they walked
down the isle as they were to walk
through life. Would it be long or
short ? Happy or And again
be euddered- Margaret felt the
shudder, and, looking up into his
face for the first time almost, shud
dered m her turn as she saw bis set
and troubled expression. What
had she done ? Could it be undone ?
No, no 1 Nothing but death could
separate them, that ought not to
she remembered having heard her
mother once say years ago, when
she was but a little child. Nothing
but death, rpeated Margaret in her
mind ; nothing but death. They
got into the carriage quickly and
were driven away, and in very soul
Margaret wished sbe could go back
and be Margaret Stirling once more;
but it was too late; she was Mar
garet .Raymond now Mrs. Johu
Raymond. Thus, tor a few mos
mentt, this newly married pair sat,
each absorbed iu his and ber own
thoughts. With an effort, John
roused himself.
"See, Margaret, tbe sun is shining
j brightly on our wedding day ; wben
j I went into the church it was so
jc'oudy."
"I did not notice, but remember
now thinking tbat tbe church looked
to him. She d;d not repel huu. but
I hat was all, she giniply suffered it.
No blush came to her cheeks, no
quiver passed through her body, no
thrill moved her soul. She was a
beautiful statue ; would 'ife ever b
breathed into her ? It wonld bi
tedioiv; to follow them d tiring 1 1 1 e ; r
wedding trip, lor it was merely one
of Bight-seeing; so different to
what John had pictuied to himself,
for he had thought that on this
jorney. when they were away from
a'l thnse whom they knew, and she
was dependent upon bim for every
thing, thai it would be so diffeieut ;
aud bad imagined her coming out
of this lethargy in which she bad
been, especially during the latter
part of their engagement. But no,
it was worse ; f-be resisted nothing,
objected to nothing, proposed noth-.
ing j was simply acquiesecent, per
fectly williug to do at all times what
he proposed, but, if he proposed,
nothing, equally willing to sit and
d ) nothing. It was an unnatural
state, and he dreaded tbe awaken
ing, for that he knew most come as
inevitably as day follows night.
Yes, it must come, the only mistake
that he made was tbat it had come.
Poor John Raymond, be deserved
better things of life than to be mar
ried to I he woman he adorned above
all things, and who was so coolly,
calmly indifferent. Ho was wholly
unprepared for this, and did not
know how to meet it; he was gentle,
kind and attentive to tier in every
possible way, but did riot speak ot
his love, for be felt tbat it was as
impossible to be at all demonstra
tive to her as to a beautiful picture.
So quietly, uneventfully the days
passed, and wheu, towards the last
of December, they returned to the
haudsome home which John bad
gotten ready for his wife, be, too,
seemed to have no feeling iu the
matter.
"It matters little wbere we are,''
be thought, with a heavy sigh, as
he stood in tbe dining-room waiting
for his wife, who entered in a.mo-
merit with a polite regret tbat sbe
had kept him waiting. They talk
ed pleasantly, but it was very evi
dent to both that it was wholly tor
tbj benefit of tbe servant who was
waiting upon them, and entirely
different from the bright, jesting
way iu which it would have beu
natural to talk, reserviug depth of
feeling until they were alone but
here there was nothing to reserve,
aud they talked about tbe theatres
and churches they had attended, the
prospects of tbe winter's gyep.es,
and the new ruagaz nes and bookss
just as they continued to converse
wheu they went into tbe drawing
room, uulil Margaret, at an early
hour, pleadiug faugue, went to bed.
"Will it always be thus?' mur
mured John, as be buried his head
in his hand and groaned. "Will it
always be thus P
He sat there without the slightest
thought ot time until, with a star?s
he roused himself, realizing wheu
the clock struck that it had sound
ed c-everal times, aud, looking at
his watch, found that it was twelve ;
so profound had been his reverie
that four hours had elapsed siuce
his wile had left the room. With
another deep sigh he put out the
light aud went softly to his room.
Time passed, as time will pass,
never rnind how heavily it is weight
ed. and winter was wauing, and
things were going on just the same
with our friends. Just tbe same?
No; that can hardly be. Things
have to be better or worse, and so
they were worse, for there was no
improvement, a Johu and Margaret
went on in t'eir placid outward
way ; but there were two heavy
bearte in that bouse, tor Margaret
each day realized more and more
forcibly tbe dreariness of her posi
tion.
She had everything thatlger.1
money could give her, sutil she felt ; Margaret bad nt noticed the
oppressed with it all. What was j new horse; in fact, bad not noticed
the matter with ber? Wbat was it? 'any thing but her husband, and her
Sbe had awakened to a sense of (countenance fell and tbe bright
what she bad done as they walked rJush died out as he said these
down the aisle together tbat day ! words, for she had hoped that tbis
so loner ago it seemed she had been j drive would be the beginning of
in a sort of mental stupor during jmany, and that after awhile she
their wedding trip and for a time j might have the courage to ask bim
after coming borne. But now, what Sit he still cared anytning for his lit
was this? she though' one day, as J tie wife, and teli him that he had
she stood at her window, gaziug out ' (Concluded on last page.")
Whrit was it? And oh, she
thought with a heavy heart, where
was the lovo which used to look
from her husband's eyes f Had he
entirely forgotten the lesson that he
wast ;oing to teach her And then,
with a bnrning blnsh, she covered
her Tun lis Kim snddenlv became-
couscous how well the bison had j
i been learned without her own or the
;,i .... . I
teacher's knowledge. Days passed;
she became restless, uneasy, unhap,
p . She did not . leep well, and she
could not eat. John waP'hed hi
with increasing anxietj-, for he .saw
tbe change, and feared his wife was
growing ill. He asked a doctor to
come ami see her, and he said that
Mrs. Raymond was somewhat run
down, and advised a trip to Atlanta
City or to Virginia Beach.
"Which would you prefer V ask d
Johu.
"it is of no consequence to me
one will do as well as the other,''
was the listless reply.
And so, as they bad some friends
who were going to Virginia Beach,
t,iev decided upon that place. Mar
garct would sit for hours looking
out at tbe sea, which seemed to her
so typical of her own feelings, with
a book for an excuse for hr quiet
ness ; but she did not. appear to im
prove, and, at the nd of a fort
uight, said t-he would rather be at
home, she was tired of if. And so
poor John, with a heavy heart, took
her home again. Aud the old life
there re-commenced, ai'.d people
slid bow very badly Mrs. Raymond
'.was looking what
could be the
matter her ?
'Margaret wdl urn not come for
a dii ve i his morning ? It is lovely
out, the ai" is as sofc aud balmy as
possible," said John, one day, en
tering the room where his wife was
sitting with her hamis folded aud
the everlasting book in her lap. A
si gbt flush rose to her face as
without looking at bim, she replied:
"Yes; certainly.''
"Will nothing move her?'' said
John, half aloud, as she rose Ian
gu'dly from ber seat and left tbe
room. "Heaven help me," he con
tiuud, "I love her as much as ever,
aud she. will she always be so pas
sive ? Never care for me? ' L'.ttle
did he think that nis constant
watchful care, his fender tboui?ht-tuines-,
had awaken life iu this Mai"
ue ; and now she was a tender, Irv
ing woman, louring for the love
which was no carefully supprest-ed,
that she thought it bad ceased to
exist. Margaret looked very pale,
but lovely, as she came slowly into
tbe room. Sbe went to the mirn r
to adjust her vei', but her hand
trembled, and instead offastenitg
it, she pulled off.
"How provoking!" she exclaimed.)
"Can I help you V said ht-r hus
band, approaching.
"Yes, if you know bow to put a
veil on," sbe said, with an uneasy
laugb.
"I can learn too," be replied, as
be look the piece of gauze from her.
As she laised her eyes she met his
gaze in the mirror, so ear nestly, so
ionging it was, that hers fell, aad
she colored hotly. Her heart thiobi
bed as she thought upon that look !
"Oh, is it possible he loves me
still ? ihftt it is not too late ?" And
she got into tbe boggy with the
blight color still mantling her
checks.
"1 am glad we came ouf ; the air
is jast delicious, and will do you
good. I think it would be better
for you if yon would go more fie
rjueutly,' sa'd John, as they drove off.
"1 lh''nk it would," responded
Margaret," and will be glad to go
often."
4I got this horse,' continued John,
'so yon could drive yourself, but I
wanted to drive him first and as
sure myself tbat there was no daD-
and Ibe
ClerkH.
Hallway
Our attention is called to the case
of flic Republican railway mail
clerks, whose tenure of office is shel
tered by the Roscalled civil service
rules. Have they anything to feai?
!,-ht t!u ir Uf'uU trt ,aU UIU
ler the
axe t bat once was Adlai s.
It we are uot misiakeu the pro
tection of civil service rules during
Mr. Cleveland's former administra
tion. At the beginning of Gen.
Harrison s term, when the axe was
iu Brother Clarkson's hinds, the
executive order in reference to these
railway clerks wm suspended be
tween March 4th ami May 1st, 1889
aud about 2.001) Democratic clerkb
with tine records, were removed, and
their places were rutbUssly filled
with Republicans.
That was all ught. Tbs present
admmistiation has a precedent for
suspending agin the operation of
civil service rules long enough to
enable ibe handsome aud energetic
Maxwell, our future vice president'
to undo tho ork of Clarkson. It is
a poor rule tbat doesn't work both
ways.
1 he entire railway mail service
incluJes nearly six tbousaud persons
with salaries averaging pretly well
up to $1,000 ; or, let ns say 5,009
000 a year tor this department of
public usefulness. At least a ma
jority of 0,000 should be democrats
under a democratic administration,
no consideration of delicacy, no rev
erence for absolute principles of ci
vil service reform, should prevent
the Hon. Grover Clevelaed, and bi
active, energetic and well selected
axeman, from falling upon this
Clrk.on contingent of interlopers
aud 8miiting them with blade and
helve. We may be wrong about
the exact figures. No matter; the
principle is as right and as plaio as
ancient pikestaff. New York Sun
Give them a taste of their own medicice.
M. N. Hales, of Rocky Mount, has
been appointed mail agent on the
A. & N C. R. R. in place of Jas.
Battle, col., of Goldsboro deceased.
We are told tbe place pays y00
per year aud such appointments as
this are still made by Republicans
is Cleveland, though he has been in
power about a month and a half has
uot turned out the head Republican
official who have the appointing
power. Newlern Journal1.
The Old liell.
One ot the most iuteresting feat
ures to ru American, of tbe World'
Fair in Chicago, will be tbe old bell
which hung over tne State House in
Philadelphia in 1770. when tbe De
claration of Independence was sign
ed . Its claog of triumph was first
announcement to tbe world that tie
American people had chosen to be
free.
It was cast years before the Re
v dutiou. and on it waa inscribed tbe
strangely prophetic motto. "Pro
claim liberty throughout all the
land unto all the inhabitants there
of.' -
The old bell was long ago rerno?
ed from its belfry, and now stands
witbiu the State House. It is vis
ited every yvar by thousands of
of Americans and forfeigners. Em
igrants, poor Swedes and Germans
and Irish, who land in the port of
Philadelphia, sometimes crowd into
the old bouse and stand around It,
with superstitious reverence. The
liberty whose birth it proclaimed,
means more than life to tbem !
The original Declaration of Inde
pendence is still preserved in Wash
ington as one of tbe cbeif treasures
of the nation. In the ancient city
of Lincoln iu England, in a dasty
ibrary, may still be seen a yellow
parchment tbe original Magna
Cbarta, signed by John aud his ba
rons, os which have been based for
centuries tbe rights of Englishmen.
Nothing quickens tbe patriotism
of a people more than tbe sights ol
iuch sacred relics, which are more
fnll of significance than any printed
pages.
John Ruskin, when urged by bin
admirers in this count? to visit
America, is said ro have replied,
"No, I conld not tolerate life in a
land without ruins.'' Youth's Qom
l anion.
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