The Exeter Advocate, 1892-9-8, Page 2Vomanes elind einizerior to That of Mau ?
That Wellaaa'S Mind is more refined
Than that of baser roan,
I will admit 'tis better fit
To do the things she can,
But can you find an eqnal miud
To Solomon the groW
To Milton, Shakspeare, Byron,
Or those of later data?
Among those of the fairer sex',
Among the gentler race,
Can you find surpassing genius
As history's page you tracel
Who have been the leading ones
In times now pastand gone—
Monarchs of mind and intellect,
Since history's early dawn?
Did woman, write the finest poems,
Or sketch the fairest soonest
Did she build the towers of Europe,
'Cross the sea which intervened7
Did she build the mighty ships
Which float the ocean o'er 't
Or stretch gigantic cable wires,
Connoting shore with. shore?
Did she war against Napoleon,
Whaled destruction's train?
Or oheck that famous warrior
In his mighty deeds of shame
Bo,4 she built the iron bridge,
Or forged the rails of steel!
Or made the mighty iron horse,
th cast the driving wheel 1
D'cl she invent eleotrio wires
light our towns at night,
Or 4retoh the telephone to speak
2o those far out of sight
Profoundly I honor womanhood,
The light and joy of home.
All honor to a noble mother!
I love her whereer I roam.
But I cannot see that woman's mind
At all surpasses man.
It may be equal, but no more—
ow prove it if you can.
I would not slight a woman—NO!
The light and joy of life
If 1 ever marry, in tine to come,
A woman shall bo my wife
Wm. M. Youso.
DORIS AND I,
and personal estate widish had come to
me by my unclees will. I found that the
latter came to POMO $80,000, chiefly in-
vested in Northern Pacific and other stock,
and the former A large tract of prairie
land,with house, farm buildings and
appointment of 4 first-class property.
There was a new railway creeping up,
which would double its value in a few
years' time ; and it was for TA0 to say,
after I had seen the place, whether I should
let it or wait, or sell it right out. I wrote
the lawyer, saying for the present I would
take it in hand till the corn wos safely har-
vested.
So one thing leaela cm to another, and we
prepare our own destiny without knowing
ib. But I had looked at thins in a prac-
tical way and according to ray lights, and
the notary commended me, and Doris sent
a letter along suing " Yes, Jack ; but
don't tarry the thrashing, too," which was
only sweetheart -like.
The weeks passed on, and I found plenty
to weepy and interest me, AS was natural.
One August trimming I rode to the Post -
office for the usual weekly letter. 1 always
rode over because the postboy who passed
on his wan, to the :settlement waited for the
second mail at noon. I met Mr. Henshaw
at the door of the ofdoe, with two letters
and a newspaper in his hands.
" Mr. Sedley," said ho; "lot o'
letters this mail ; let me hold the cob till
you come out."
That was the beginning of it—there was
no letter. I rejoined Renshaw and walked
down with him to his store, heavy with dis-
appointment.
Like to see the paper? " said he as I
was leaving, after ordering some supplies of
his man. 'Tain't often I get one, but my
brother's hayricks 'a bin blazine an' he's
sent the account of it. All new hay, too,
an' on'y part insured. Ain't it a pity?"
I said it was, and looked moodily through
the columns for news that might interest
me. I only learned that there had been a
regatta at Eyeshot% and that our old
doctor a b Ranston had aold his practice to
a Dr. Robson—that was all. But as I rode
home I kept muttering that doctor's name
wondering where I had heard it before, till
suddenly it came to me, bringing a lot of
something else with it.
Why had Doris never mentioned him be-
yond the postscript in her first letter,
weeks ago? I had clean forgotten she had
a cousin Stephen, so little did I heed him,
but he was still at Ranston ; still, perhaps
an inmate of her home. Why — Here I
dropped the reins and drew out her last
letter to steady me. I read it through and
the dear words brought kindliness back,
and I kissed her natne at the end, saying
some one was a fooL
But the doubt had found entrance and
grew, as cancers do, without her knowing
it. For the days went on, and no letter
came, no sign, till I grew half -wild at the
cruelty of it. I wrote, reproaching her ;
and another week went and another. At
last the letter came. The postboy handed
it to me as I stood at the gate. I dare say
he wondered why I was always there—and
I ripped it open, when my heart pumped
fit to break itself. Then the paper
dropped from my hands and. I held on to
the gate with a singing in my ears and a
sudden weakness in seeing which darkened
the sun and all beneath it. * *
Doris unfaithful—it wasn't natural. Our
souls had grafted and we were one; we
were twestreams that had met to turn the
same millwheel together ; our hearts were
bound with ligameuta of their own growing;
there was no undoing what nature had so
willed. Yet there was her handwriting, her
own words in good black ink telling white
it was a liar.
Then, all at once, through the rush and
swirl of it, came the thought of tbe new
doctor, and a queer coldness went through
me as if I had been turned to clay before
my time. The light seemed to go out from
me, and I could scarcely move my feet as,
half -staggering, I went indoor and dropped
into a chair. Again I read the note, though
every cursed word was burning in my brain
forever.
"1 cannot marry you, dear—it is impossi-
ble. I like you -1 am fond of you, as I
told you in the orchard. that evening; but
CHAPTER I.
There was evil in front of 118, and much
aching of hearts and suffering. But the
throstle sang in the sycamore tree, and the
swallows curved and twittered all about us,
and in the rich amber light we could see
that all was fair and good; then our eyes
would meet, and we thought not of evil,
Doris and L We spoke little, our hearts
being very full and words mere idleness.
Doris looked out again to the west, leaning
her head against me, and taking my hand
as it twined over her shoulder. We were
in the orchard by the old green tree
wicket, where a. month ego, before the
blossoms had burst their bulbs, she
had allowed me to tell her an
old tale, and had said one word of her own
to give it finish. And as the throstle sang
his love song, and sanktohis bed behind the
hills, I thought of tben and now, and my
head lowered and I kissed her forehead
gently. Then Doris sighed as if a spell
was broken. For I had come to tell of my
windfall; that I was no longer a poor man;
that, instead of waiting for years, we might
begin our married life on our return to
Canada in three months or so; and the sud-
den happiness of the thing had wrapt us
round and silenced us both. Now that the
fireff Lush of it was over, we remembered the
i3,eeting minutes, and. fell to talking. What
we said is of no account here; but so little
did we dream of harm or accident of nature
to cross our happiness, that not once did
we mention him, though we knew he was
coming next day, to stay, perhaps, for
weeks, as sick people do.
Then we said good-bye, and I opened the
wicket to pass through; but, seeing the
wet in her eyes, lingered a while longer till
she was smiling again, when I let her go.
But I looked back every dozen yards or so;
and when I got across the second illedow
and stood by the stile before vaulting into
the high road, I could see the straight
white figure among the green and the wav-
ing handkerchief. So I asked God to keep
the Western 'solitude, where I had dreamed
my dreams awhile, tolerant of the eummer
lonelineas as long as I could people it with
fauoy and :see Doris and good. company
beyond it. But to remain there with my
dead hopes eel about me, grinning like
marionettes which love had made caper,
deluded by its own magic' ; to live on
through the long monotonous heat with no
opposite shore for the bridge of thought to
touch, with no future but a fogbank where
had been a fair country. No I could not.
CHAPTER II.
I need not dwell on that period ; it lies
in my memory more like a hideous dreatn
than Iso many weeks; and months of actual
life, and, like a dream, there are only por-
tions of it which stand out from the shad -
owe — adventures, incidents, snaps of
:scenery, seen in clearer moments. It is
enough to say that I came round gradually,
and began to see things as they should be
seen. Bat the hate was all gone, and love
alone was left. Yes, love was left, though
badly nouriehed, having no hopes; to diet it;
and I got accustomed to think of Doris as
one who was dead and yet living, and very
lovable wiehal, even as Beatrice WAS to
Dante.
So a year passed and left me minus :some
thousands of dollars. I had found my way
into Colorado and was a miner at one of the
great joint -stook claims whit& have taken
the place of the old-fashioned diggings.
The rough work suited my humor, and
there was life and go in the town and
much distraction in the game of Pharoah,
of which more in its place. For nine
inonths 1 had not heard from Canada, and
ceased to think of the place. My father
had taken kindly to his new life, which was
all I needed to know. I wished to be, and
was, a solitary in the world, though I
mixed much with men, finding more isola-
tion in a crowd than in lonely places. But
I was beginning to be restless again and to
wish for another change, when something
happened which I had not looked for but
which makes me always thankful I played
Pharoah that night at Midas'.
It was nothing more than a quarrel and a
whipping out of revolvers and then a sudden
lane of rough figures looking on while the
two fired from either end. I heard the low
thud of the bullet as it struck Black Jake,
and I caught him in my arms as he fell
backward with suddenlimpness and whiten-
ing face. I had only seen him once before,
and he had. roused. a vague recollection
which had made me look again at him,
wondering what it was about him that was
so familiar. He had been at one of the far
tables, or perhaps his speech would have
given me the cue. Now, as he opened his
eyes and stared up into mine, he turned his
lips from the flask and said : "God forgive
us—it's Master Sedley !"
"That's so. Take a pull at this, and tell
me who you are," said I, surprised at my
own name.
The liquor was of little use, for his heart
was slowing every moment, but it brought
a flicker to his face and a word or two
more to his lips. " Gie me yer ear—
closer," he whispered. "Bob Hilton—
Ranston postman—ay, yo' know now.
They want me—want me for robbing the
bags. Tell'ern death has got me, an' tell
young chap.as I hopes to—He lamed me
the Begirmin' he . Yore letters—Miss
Doris's—I stopped 'em—His money. Hope
no harm done, Sir—I—Christ save—His
eyes glazed, a tremble went through him,
and he slipped off without another word,
leaving. me staring at the dyed whiskers
and dissipated features with ringing ears
and a thousand thoughts and feelings
all set loose together, to the overwhenung
of my wit% which seemed quite undone.
Long after they had carried him away
and the noise and confusion was spent, I
stood leaning on the bar counter, staring
vacantly through the smoke of the saloon,
seeing and hearing nothing, but conscious
of a growing fiend within me and a tighten-
ing of my teeth as I reckoned things up and
saw in all clearnees the perfidy that had
come between us. The letter—was not thae,
a part of it ? It was a forgery, a trick,
and I had been a fool tabs: duped by it—
nay, a villain in very truth; for I. had
doubted Doyle, and given her pain and
misery a thousand times worse than my
OW/4 ••
" 'Yet the letter was clear enough, said the
ghost of Doubt; it was in her own claa,rac.
teristic handwriting, said Memory; and
there was no forging that, put in Doubt
again.
Then a resolution came to me, and I
walked out into the open air and breathed
it in with a long inhalation, as men do at
sudden relief or when stirred with new
purpose.
There were evil things in my heart, but
there was one little corner where hope
stirred, as if after a long sleep. I could feel
it as I looked up to the heavens where the
stars were twinkling down at me as if they
knew a thing or two, having seen Doris
only a few hours none.
Next morning I started for New York,
and in four more days was on the Atlantic,
gazing at tb.e last point of Sandy Hook as
it sank lower and lower, till the horizon
was an unbroken line and America no.
where.
But as we sped eastward through the
long days and nights, as I drew nearer to
Doris and him and the truth, the fiends
grew busier with me and gave my little
babe of Hope such a 'hustling that I well-
nigh lost :sight of it in the tumult. ,
had been away eighteen months, and
what might a man not do in that time with
an impressionable young girl who had the
best evidence that her lover was unfaithful?
They were cousins, and had. been together
in earlier years ; he was highly -educated
and, contrasted with me, a brilliant, per-
haps a fascinating man. He had secured
his diploma, but the arduous study had
broken him down and to recruit himself he
had left his London home to pass some
weeks among the breezy hills of Worcester-
shire, the guest of his father's sister, the
daily companion, no doubt, of Doris. He
had seen her beauty, her young suscepti-
bility to the influences about her, and he
had wormed his way into her heart and
cankered it as grubs do roses. So hatred
tobted. it all up and made me feel as mur-
derers do. God forgive me I It is all
passed now, and it was love's doing with all
three of us.
Sort. Good-bye. See you again some day It WAS pad midnight when I arrived
when I've found whet I want." I glanced after ten days at Worcester. The old city
down at his furrowed face and saw kindness was ehunbering, and the great cathedral
in it. was watching over it and telling out the
"Lost surannt, gaffer ?" reed he, end I hours to its deaf ears as the fly rumbled
could feel the search of his look. He was a noisily to the hotel, where I had perforce to
shrewd man, twice my age, and may have stay till daylight enabled me to continue
noticed many things since we had been to. me, journey by the early train.
gether. I lay on the bed half drowsed, listening to
"Ay, I've lost something," I answered, the quarters as they chimbed through the
" but it's not that I'm after, Boss. No use silence one after the other, and each time
hunting for broken bubbles, I take it." the familiar sounds crowed the current of
"No 'taint," drawled Boss, "but what. my thoughts they swung me out of the
ever you're after, it'll tek some findin', I morrow to other day% which their ringing
guess, and you may scour the world up and brought back irresistibly, till by and by I
down an' find it in yourself when all's done. allowed memory to have its way entirely,
Have a good knock round, gaffer, an' when and I lived again in the halo on sunniness
it's all bunt out °twee back again and mek of bygone pare. I closed my eyes to look
friends things," at it ell, fend allowed it to float dreamlike
I could see his outstretched heed, and and as it Would, till petches of grayness
Mine went to it iteeoluntarily. came and a fading of color and form, ited I
"S'long, gaffer," Was all I heard as the I t dee
horse leaped away With me down the rough But as I lay like any le& and the hours
traria e went on, till. all in the city hue myself.
"So long," said to the hot eilerice and l could hear the cathedra clock ring them
her, and went my way with the rose she I cannot be your wife—I cannot, indeed.
had given me. Walking home m the twi- Oh, I wish I bad told you earlier how
light the heaviness at leaving her wore off things were ; it was cruel to me to let you
as I looked into the future and saw what go on loving me without telling you, the
was there, or rather what I pictured in it. truth. It was afraid to at last; hue now
--- `-e----,..4..or when love is the warp and fortune the you are away it seems les" - difficult to
we-Oraiirekwill not the shuttle of fancy do? say. Forgive me ; look elsewhere for
Yeaterdei \thing's had been so different. a more fitting mate—some one who can
Of all my airy bes there seerned bardly fully share your new life with you, and
one left, and I hareeilt a good few. Before help yentas a wife should, with head, heart
I knew Doris such iffigginings had never and - nand—some one who can love you
troubled me, but when fehad met her at bettor than Donis."
Winchcomb flower show leveehad touched
me with its wand, and all of el:redden the An hour went by, maybe two, while the
dead wall of my life like that in Chauoier's h_dditrd;ning went on, while the love died
and the light and the joy of life
" Romaunt"—for ',had read a thing or two ewe v
dimmed and flickered out, leaving me in
in the long winter nights before the old
darkness with hate and revenge. Then I
thing had been hammered into other heeds
rose up and looked round at the difference
---seemed all Mille with pictures. Everything
of things, for all seemed altered and not the
was lit up ; the world seemed a new place
same. I moved to my desk and, unlocking
and lite had a sweeter meaning after I had
a drawer, took out all her letters, and they,
looked into Doris' eyes and she into mine.
And when, after many months, I plucked too, had altered and were merely so many
pieces of paper, not sacred things to be
up courage to ask her heart how it was, and
touohed with reverence, like bits of the
she told me, the future widened out in such holy rood. Bub the breath of lavender from
a fashion that the sight of it nearly made
me light-headed. them got at some soft corner ha me, making
Had I known how things were, I should my eyes hot and tightening my threat. For
a second or two I paused, looking at the
have held my tongue, through shame and
vision that grew out of them, till anger
hopelessness. But my father never gave a
puffed. and blew it all away,leaving me with
sign that ruin was near upon him ; that my
only the bundle of papers. This I wrapped
comfortable heritage, as I deemed it, was
mortgaged to its last rood. The crash upe along . with a dead rose and a lock of
y.ellow haw, and directed to Miss Hanlow,
came, and then the sale, and then life in a
little cottage with a brokeredown father dierds.ton-in-the-Vale, Worcestershire, Eng -
and a changed look -out, which, perhaps, "%e"
"Hero," said I, as Nita, my uncle's old
made me over -moody. For sometimes I
housekeeper, hobbled in to lay the cloth for
despaired of ever possessing Doris, or if
auppete tea ; "let one of the lads take this to the
being able under many years to
station before dark. No matter ; I'll take
her in a way fitting to her up -bringing.
it myself. Where's Boss ?"
Everything would be broken off and it
would all be a dead wall again. "Goin' away 2" said Boss Wilson as I
It was in such humor that the notary's pulled up, half an hour later, at the gate
letter found me that morning. I had he was mending—" just as the corn's yel-
seldom heard of Uncle Ben and had never lowin' for the machines. Summat wrong?
seen him. He had in early manhood deeply You look kinder hit—hope tain't serious."
onged my father in aome way, and He wiped his face, looking hard at mine,
ia name was rarely mentioned, 1 which I turned away, feeling it was a tal-
tided the letter to father and he was tale.
dumb like rnyself,his faceworking strangely " You won't be alone long," I went o0.
between anger and something holler. Then "My father is on his way, and will take
he put it down and ' said: "Conscience possession of the farm and see to things in
money, lad, every penny on it, but it's my absence. I have asked him to keep you
staved you from my folly, so tek it, an' on Bose and I think you'll find him a good
thank God for Machin' Ben repentance
an me forgiveness—no may leeson when
a brother— 'Well, well, let it lie. Poor
Ben I"
No wonder,. then that I Paw Visions as I
walked home in the light of the aftermath.
It was neatly dusk when I arrived at the
cottage ; and se I turned for a last look at
the burnished hills a bat came between me
and the light fluttered mockingly before
me. But I kissed my rose and laughed at
the flettermoute.
I had lived some twenty-five years in the
world without knowing much more of it
than what our valley and its neighborhood
had to show ; so that what ' stsW on My
long journey to m37 uncle's Canadian farm
made Me Wonder and ' marvel, as
young people do when they go out for
the first time beyond the mountains and
:tee what is there. But there is no need
to dwell upon that , ata inoreffeer, it
doesa't Osman the 'drift of what I am
telling you..Not nee1 hay much about the farm
out, NW Pert of MY brain woke up, and "No."
finding reason till a alnggaed, etarted I gae.ed at her nearly eboking- What had
etrotghtwey so:beaming. It WAS a (Meer my suffering been to hers?
medley for the most part, and no better " And oh ! I Was 00 wretched, jack," she
than other fantaisies of the sorb ; but to went on in her naive way, "and when he
this day I remember it more as a real thing came a third time, full of sympathy, and
than A trick of the brain, if such it was. offering to relieve poor mother of ehe debts
There in the darkness of the prairie was the which ead nearly brought the old home to
deep red rose that Doris hadmven me, borne the brink of breaking, I—I said yes, feel -
by an army of fireflies, in whose united ing that I lied no will—that it was a duty
radiance the flower lay on a hammock of thrust upon Inc. Bub it is all past now, isn't
golden threads and flitted before me mock- it?"
ingly while I stumbled in ohase of it. Aye, Gladness made her sigh, and I oould
it was the rose, and it blushed in the em- feel her sweet breath as she looked up at
brace of Doris' own hair. I had seen it me.
shine so at isundown when the light "Do you forgive him, then ?" said I,
got in it end made it luminous with looking away, and thinking of 'this abject
a gold not its own, as the grass blades figure as he writhed under my whip anhour
seem shafts of emerald fire when the glow- ago.
wortns are among them. The phantasm "Yes, yes, Jack! and you must too.
rose and fell in the blackness, while the You have punished him enough, and he hes
hundreds of little light points made a shift- promised to go away. Let us forget him—
ing circle round. On, on they flitted, ever let us look upon it as a bad. dream. Oh,
eluding me as I stumbled along, till there Jack, my heart nearly runs over with its
was a sudden clash of bells, when the little gladness—surely yours has nought else in it
vision Ilissolved into a kind of crimson and now
golden atmosphere, in which I lave myse "God bless you I" said I.
with heating hands, while it widened more "And you, Jack I" said she.
and more, lighting all things round, till I And then we joined hands and turned to
saw that I stood in a crowded churchyard the house,becoming one in love and charity,
in all the soft sheen of a summer's morning. Doris anI.—Chambers' Journal.
I rubbed my eyes as the peoplemoved about,
LeBTING BY BVIGE.
some toward the wooden porch, some taking
places on the path, till there was an avenue
of smiling faces and one Slim figure fol. Row Lovemaking and marriage is Begat -
through all. The vows a would-be officer of the Sal -
Ib A. was Doris, all white and beautiful in vation Army is required to sign before
bridal vestments; but her golden head was loeing appointed to an office are sweeping
her stop. in charaoter, pledging absolute aubmisaion
bent and there was heaviness in
As if she were entering some prison house, to the will of the commissioner in charge.
never to know liberty again, she Paused at Among the questions to be answered are
the porch and looked long and wistfully those
book into the sunshine. And I could see Are you courting?
the thin face and the pain deep down in her Do you underetand that you will not be
allowed to marry until two years after your
eyes, knowing all the meaning of her long
look, but unable to move, as she passed In appointment as an officer, and that the
and out of my sight. Then the clanging of lowest rank of an officer is lieutenant?
the bells died away into a melody of old Note, a cadet is NOT an officer,
time, which they quaintly chimed, while If you are not courting, do you pledge
the people thronged into the church,lsaving yourself to abstain from anything of the
me alone among the headstones. The agony kind for at least twelve months after your
WAS too much. I wrenched free my voice appointment as an officer ?
Do you pledge yourself not to carry on
courtship with anyone at the station to
which you are at the time appointed?
Do you pledge yourself never to com-
mence, or allow to commence, or break off
anything of the sort, without first inform-
ing the commissioner of your intention to do
so?
Do you pledge yourself never to marry
anyone marriage with whom would take
you out of the Army altogether?
The fifth clause is heavily underlined in
the printed regulations.
This is part of the declaration to which
the officer is required to suhscribe :
"1 hereby declare that I will never, on
any consideration, do anything calculated
to injure the Salvation Army,ancl especially,
that I will never, without first having ob-
tained the consent of the Commissioner,
take any part in opening any place for
religious services, or in carrying on services,
in any place within three miles of any then
existing station of the Army, under penalty
of forfeiting $250 to the Commissioner for
the benefit of the Army, if I should in any
way prove unfaithful to this dolemn pledge.'
and shrieked her mime—and awoke, still
hearing the chiming, but realizing gradually
that it came from the cathedral tower,
which I could see in the morning sun over
the housetops, and its clock pointed to
three minutes past nine.
Now, 1 never believe in dreams; but I
sat down to breakfast uneasy and without
appetite, looking in at that desparing white
face with a growingsense of ite ominous.
nem, and chafing mightily at the fact that
there was no train to take me on for
another two Imre.
" Paper, sir ?" I heard the waiter say as
I trifled with the toast. I dropped my eyes
meohauioally on to the folded, sheet, but
only looked vacantly at it, or rather a head-
line which standing out from the rest, took
my eyes, being definite as the fire is in the
darkness, or a candle flame, which we gaze
at without noting. There was the name of
my own village staring me in the face, and
for a full minute I never saw it—Ranston-
in-the-Vale. It was all a flash, as was my
eagerness as I snatched up the paper and
read the local items; " Bellringers' Dinner
—Fire at the Hall—The Approaching Mar-
riage of Dr. Robson."
I remember the sense of paralysis, the
rush of darkness to the eyes, and then the
sudden return of light as I jumped to my
feet and stood for a moment irresolute, with
my watch in my hand. Quarter past ten—
the ceremony was at 11—three parts of an
hour to do fifteen miles. A wave of help.
lessness swept over me and then of hot
strength—nothing less than the strength of
despair, and, thank God, it carried me
through.
I never shall forget that ride. The horse
was fresh—the pick of the best posting
stables in Worcester—and I had much to
do to keep it in, while we breasted Red-
hill to the level of the London Road. Then
I gave it its head and a tip from the heels
and, awa.y..we shot 'like two mad things.
'Seeing nothing but the yellow road before
me, I counted every spring of the animal
as he skimmed along, scarcely seeming to
touch the ground with his light hoofs,
and flying faster and faster as he warmed to
it and heard my cries of encouragement.
For half an hour I let him go, till we came
to a stiff hill not three miles from Ranston.
Hero I pulled him up. and made him walk
before the final rush in. He was impatient
to get on, so woe I, for from the top of the
hill I knew I could see the church, maybe
some of the gathering people '• but I held
him in and took out my watch. My heart
sank—it was 10.58. I eased the reins with a
shout, and in three bounds we were at the
hilltop and away again. I could see the
church now acmes the valley, and the flag
at its tower, ancl ths. pigmy forms moving
about the yard. But there was still hope,
stills chance to snatch Doris back from her
peril—for such was my purpose, and my
dream had made me desperate. I set my
teeth and let the good horse go.
It was all over in ten minutes, and it was
Doris's doing as much as mine. She could
not help it, maybe, and it was rather
sudden to jilt a man just as the vicar was
asking whether she would have him or not.
But so it was, and I had no sooner shown
myself at the vestry door by which I had
entered than she saw me, and with a
Jack, Jack 1" stumbled toward me and fell
limp in my arms, and lay there me,
a cut
lily and as speechless. I had carried her
into the vestry, and was bathing her tem-
ples with the parson's drinking water before
the wedding party could realize what had
come to them. He was the first to rush in
as was natural perhaps.
Now I would not have harmed him just
then, for all his wordy spleen, if he had not
laid rough hands on me as he tried to force
me from my place. But when the shock of
his touch went through me, I sprang to
my feet, and catching him hy the collar and
the small of the back, pitched him out of
the open door with such good -will that he
fell on the gram a dozen yards away and
lay there, a huddled heap of blaoknees on
the green.
When I turned round, Doris was opening
her eyes and looking up at her mother
asking where she was. I knell; and looked
down at hen; she stared while you might
count three • and then her arms were around
my neck, and I raised her in mine.
He deolared his love here at this
wicket, as you had, dear, before him."
" But the letter ?" I said.
" Oh how could you believe it, Jack?
The letter was my second refusal, sent a
week after he had taken to his practice.
He must have forwarded it to you in the
cover of one of mine. How cruel and
wicked of him And you "--- She looked
up, and that) was such reproach in her eyes
that I turned mine away, not daring to
meet theta.
"Jealousy made a fool of me, Doris.
How can I tell it you? You see, the letter
wars so worded that, coming eller your
silence and on top of my knowledge that he
wasatill at Batiste's, 1"—
"Who told you he was still hero? I
avoided the subject for your :Sake."
" Ill news travels fast • but don't let us
speak of ib. He allowed the parcel to
reach you—whee did you think When you
opened ib?"
When I Was able, I wrote you, asking
what it meant,' she :said simply,
"And 1 never answered?
Auovw
sow rointere Witten Conduce to Meta's
Lonstort.
There are people who think time juet he -
cause they fancy a certain shaped shoe they
can wear it, Never was there a greater
mistake. People's feet ere just as charac-
teristic as their figures and muet be dressed
with as much discretion if the beet effect la
to be produced. A quarter•inch in the length
of the vamp will make all the difference
between comfort and discomfort, right And
wrong proportion. A foot, for instance,
with a low instep must have the vamp ar-
ranged eo as to give the appearance of height,
mut have the sole se curved and arched as
to make v. spring and Mild have a higher
heel to attain the same end. Long feet need
one style of tip, short ones another. The
salient or characteristic points of the foot
must be followed in the lines of the shoe if
harmony is to be attained, and the very
best thing a would-be buyer can do is to
select a shoemaker with a good reputation
and leave the matter entirely in his hands.
It stands to reason that a man who make
the study of feet his daily business must
know more about them than you do. If
can eee at a glance what they need and why
the last shoes have beenuneatisfactory. Let
him diagnose the case just as you would
the doctor; follow out his advice for once
and the chances are you will be more com-
fortably and :satisfactorily shod than if you.
had elooted a pair of shoo because they
pleased you in the show window, says the
New York Prem.—Chicago News.
Brave Hero.
"You may be on the right side, God
knows; but our duty is the duty of soldiers,
and we will fight you whenever you press
we You may crush this force like an egg
shell, if yen can, and you may also then
bury us in one ditch."
These were the brave words of Keller
Anderson, in command of the men guarding
that' convict stockade in the mountains of
Tennessee. They were his answer to the
demand for surrender made by that desper-
ate band of miners who threatened to anni-
hilate everything before them. To a later
demand, when resistance seemed hopeless,
his reply was "Never I"
Finally, when he had been seized by the
maddened force and a gun was levelled at
his head with the threat of death unless he
ordered the surrender of the guard, the
brave old hero said, Tell my daughter I
died like a soldier," and then added," Now,
damn you, shoot."
Such sublime bravery and loyalty to duty
stamp Keller Anderson as a hero of the
highest type.—New York Herald.
"Sit" and "set."
Some one who believes in teaching by ex-
ample has concocted a lesson in the use of
two little words which have been a source of
mortification and trouble to many well-
meaning persons.
A man, or woman either, can set a hen,
although they cannoe sit her • neither can
they set on her, although the hen might
sit on them by the hour' if they would
allow it.
A man cannot set on the wash -bench,
but he could set the basin on it, and
neither the basin nor the grammarians would
object.
He could sit on the dog's tail if the dog
were willing, or he might set his foot on it.
• But if he should rot on the aforesaid tail, or
sit his foot there, the grammarians as well
as the dog would howl, metaphorically at
least.
And yet the men might set the tail aside
and then sit down, and be assailed neither
by the dog norbythe grainmarians.—Yough's
Companion.
A Hint to Strikers.
A farmer hired a man to help work the
farm. One smnmer day, when laborers
were very scarce, the two were mowing in
the field, when several larks flew ap.
" Look at those big cranee," said the
hired wan.
" Those are not cranes; they are onl
larks," replied the farmer, somewhat sur-
prised.
"11 you don't say they are cranes, I'll
knock off work right now," said the hired
man.
As the farmer could get nobody to take
the hired man's place, he was obliged to
yied to the whim of the menial
"Yes," said the farmer, "1 see that they
are cranes, but they are not big crazies
they are only half-grown cranes.'
The hired man was satisfieciwith this con-
cession. Some months afterward, the hired
man still being in the employ of the farmer,
the latter said at dinner time one day, as
he poured out a glass of water:
"Here is some very fine beer."
"That's not beer ; that's only water,'
replied the hired man.
" If you don't say it's beer you can tender
your resignation, for I don't want any offen-
stye partisan about the place. Just taste
that again, and if you think it is not been
you can just quit at once."
The hired man knew very well that
could not get another situation at that Um
of the year, so he tasted the water an
cheerfully endorsed the administration
saying:
Of course it's beer, but it has not
much body to it."
Moral: Strikers should be carefu
select the proper season at which to at
—Texas Siftings.
Onions as Medicine.
The sweet Italian, or the Bermuda
onions, are the ones to be eaten au nature,
the flavor being much more delicate than
the common varieties. But onions are
really sweeteners of the breath after the
local effects have passed away, as they
correct stomach disorders and carry off the
accumulated poison of the system. They
provide a blood purifier that all may freely
use, and do perfect work in constipation
troubles. As a vermifuge the onion cannot
be surpassed, and, eaten raw, will often
check a violent cold in the head, One
small onion eaten every night before re-
tiring is a well known doctor's prescription
for numerous affections of the head, and is
highly recommended for sleeplessness; it
acts on the nerves in a soothing way, with-
out the injurious effects of the drugs so
often applied. The heart of an onion,
heated and placed in the ear, will often re-
lieve the agony of earache, while the syrup
procured from sprinkling a sliced onion with
sugar anti baking in the oven, will work
wonders in a " croupy " child.
Adam and Eve Were Tank
M. Henrion, the French savant, in his
remarkable work, "The Degeneration of
the Human Race," published in 1718,
gravely informs his readers that Adam was
123 feet 9 inches in height, while his dis-
obedient consort was but a paltry 118 feet
from the sole of the foot to the crown of the
head.
She—Ie ehe your summer resort girl?
He (languidly)—No, she is my last resort The new Wall Paper Trust will atick
girl. $20,000,000 can reek° it.
' Lottie Blair, the author of "White An Iowa publisher acknowledges
Roses," is writing a comedy for Daniel receipt of an egg which "was laid on t
Frohma,nes Lyceum company. table by the Rev. Mr. Smith." Mr. Sea
The differenee between a looking.glase Bmna to be a layman as well " 0 mini"
talki , She—Yon ; I'll do anything you Wish.
He—if I kiss you again will you sorer
and 0. chide in that one reflect% but can't
Bettie Green's idillions.
Mrs. Hetty Green, whom an attempt has
been made to swindle at Chicago, is jie
wealthiest woman in the United States, r
fortune being placed at 32,000,000. Sis
is about 55 years of age and is the daughter
of a New Bedford Whaler, who left he
$9,000,000, says the Boston Journal. Not
long after this an aunt died and bequeathed.
her $4,000,000, and with this combined sum
she is said to have made 22,000,000. Mrs.
Green has proved herself a match for the
shrewdest merlin Wall street, as many of
know to their sorrow. By her determina-
tion in withdrawing a deposit of $475,000
which she had with Moo Bros., she was said
to have caused that firm's failure. Although
being assured that the removal of so largo
O sum would cause the firm's embarrass-
ment, she still insisted uponib. She is very
economical, her one desire being to make
her son the richest man in the United
States. She owns as little real estate as
possible in order to escape taxation, and
always lives in hotels. She is a large women,
weighing about 180 pounds, and attends
early and late to business.
Interesting.
It was decided that Mr. Wright numb
administer a stern lecture to his dyear-old.
daughter Florence. The little girl, had
been naughty, but she did not seem to
appreciate the fact, and Mr. Wright re-
luctantly undertook "scolding."
He bated to make the tender liege heart
ache and to see the dear little child cry,
but he forced himself to speak judiciously
and severely. He recounted her misdeeds
and explained the whys and wherefores
of his stern rebuke. Mrs. Wright sat by,
looking duly impressed.
Finally Mr. Wright paused for breath,
and also to hear the small culprit acknow-
ledge her error. Florence turned a face
beaming with admiration, to her mother,
and said, innocently:
ea*,
"Isn't papa interesting 2" — Yoder&
Convpanion;
Housekeepers' Notes.
Keep flowers fresh by putting a pinch o
soda in the water.
Boil the clothesline, and it will not
"kink," ae a new rope is apt to do.
Soda is the best thing for cleaning tin-
ware; apply with a damp cloth and, rub
well, then wipe dry.
Prick potatoes before baking, so that the
air can escape; this will prevent them
bursting in the oven.
For sore throat, beat the white of an egg
stiff with all the sugar it will hold and the
juice of one lemon.
Grease spots that have burned and 130 -
come hard on the stove, may be removed by
O few drops of kerosene oil on the cloth
fore rubbing them.
A Wasted Mauer.
The eating of an international dinner
some little time ago in tho St. Clair tunnel,
which was to unite the commerce of the
United States and Canada, seems to have
been a premature repast, in view of the
present retaliatory :status. — New York
World.
Encore—Aune (to little girl, Who has just
returned from hearing her mother sing for
the filet time ha public)—Well, dealing, how
did mamma sing this afternoon ?" Little
girl (dejectedly)—Not very well, they made
her como back and do it all over again,
"Did you," he inquired, in an intensely
sentimental tone, "never sigh for death
"Whose ?" she inquired, with an interes
and promptnees that brought him back t
earth so fast that he nearly lost hi a breath