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ED TIN WARE AND MEETS WITII
DiSASTER,
• Mr, and Nits. Jenkins had not
been married more than etx inuutlin,
.And in the ordinary euurss of things
numerous at tides of (in ware showed
'signs of having been made too soon,
inasmuch as several tied small holes
It them. AhappythOliglit truck
Jenkins. He would get an a iron
(two do11, rs), fifty cents worth of
solder, and five cents worth ut' reriu
He Dame hotne with ;Item and went
into the kitchen looking so proud
stud happy that his wife would
Lave felt happy too, wore it not fur
an impending mese.
He called fur the articles need-
ing repair. Isis, wife brought out
"Where's the rest, bring 'em all out,
and let me wake one job et them
while I'm about it."
He got them all out end seemed
disappointed that , tl>,ore were no
snore of theta. He puahod
the iron in the fire,, got .a :unlit-,
pan inverted on his Itiratt,:a)td,,tuf(,.
the Bolder in his hand, waited 'for
the right heat. �
"'`That iron only cost'fwo dollars,
and it'll never wear out, and there's
solder enough in this piece to do
twenty dollars worth of mending,"
ho exlpained to his Wife.
Pretty soon the iron was at the
right heat,. ho thought. He rubbed
tete resin about the hole which was
to be repaired, hold the stick of
Golder over it, and carefully ap•
plied the iron. It was an intensely
interesting moment, Ilia wife
watched hits with feverish intefest.
He said, speaking laboriously as he
applied the iron t
"The-only-th ing-I-rogrot-
abou t -it -is _ that -I' --did n't-
think - of- getting -this -,before
Then ascended through the coil-
ing and up into the very vault of
•heaven the most tremendous yell
'that woman ever beard; and,the same
•instant, the iron flew scrods the table,
-the pan zve•ot elatteri-ng-over- t-1
floor, and the bar of Bolder struck
• the wall with such force as to smash
through both plaster and lath, and
before her horrified gaze donned her
husband, sobbing, screaming, and
holding on to his left leg as deeper•
ately as if it was made of solid gold
••anti studded with dimonds,
"Send for a doctor! Oh f Oh 1
vl.'m a dead man 1" ho yelled.
'Just then 'his gaze fell upon the
soldering iron. In an instant he
caught it up, and hurled it through
the window without the preliminary
of raising the sash. It W8a
-sometirtte before the thoroughly
frightened and confused woman re-
a►lize& that some of the molten sold
•er had run throrgh tete hole in the
ytt and'onte hiS leg.
Jenkins invariably sends his tin
`suite out when it requires mending
:tow.
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PROF' GROUCH'S BRILLIANT LIFE AND
PATHETIC OLD AGE.
The Connie:o t' of "Kathleen Alavourneou,"
a Generation Ago the Center of AIueloal
Circles in Parr and London, Now Await -
fag Death Poor and Alone. '
Kathleen Mavourneen, the gray day dawn is
breaking,
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill,
Tho lark from his light wing the bright dew
is shaking,
Kathleen Mavourneen, what, slumbering
still 1
Oh, bast thou forgotten bow soon we must
sever t
Oh, 'bast thou forgotten this day use must
part t
It may be Crnyears and it may be forever,
Oh, why art thou silent, thou voice of my
heart?
It may be for years and It may he forever,
Then why art thou silent, Kathleen
Mavourneett
Kathleen Idavourneen, awake frone thy
sllttnbrra !
The blue mountains glow in the sun's gold-
en light.
Alt, where it the spell that once hung ou my
numbers t
Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night I
Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night !
Mavourneen, Mavourneen, my sad tears are
falling
To think that from Erin and then I must
part.
It may lee for years and it may he forever,
Then why ort thou silent, thou voice of my
heart 1
It may be for years and it may ho forever,
Them whe art thou silent, Kathleen
Alevourneen f
High in a miserable tenement in Balti-
more, JId., where poverty and misery hold
full sway, lives the composer of "Kathleeu
Dfavoe:neon" and "Dermot Astore," He ii
eighty-four now and passes most of his time
before the hearth in the old ares chair, as
nearly worn nut as its occupant. Here,
alone and forgotten, the old man awaits the
summons, which cannot be much longer de-
layed. In the midst of a settlement of
oet
OI
PROP. CROUCH.
railroad hands the active and energetic old
musician has for many years been working
and writing and singing within actual Roar-
ing of the mighty steam -hammers sand the
unmusical anvils of the Mount Clare shops.'
Now, however, the brain refuses to think
out tiny more melodies, the fingers will no
longer form written words, and the old
harpsichord, like its old master, has per-
formed its last service.
It would be interesting to know what the
old man thinks as these last days pass.
There is much for him to remember of a
long life of brilliant success and deepest
disappointments, or magnificent opportuni-
ties and barren results, rich in fame, yet
wanting all but the actual necessities.
Twice summoned to play -at the coronation
of England's rulers, he was forced to work
as a humble gardener and finally to mend
old furniture for a living. The composer
of over two thousand songs, he lacked the
business ability to make them pay. Load-
ed with honors, possessing a string of titles,
a member of the E:tyel Academy of Masi:
of London, of the Philharmonic Society, of
the Royal Society and of Her Majesty's
Opera, wearing a medal as a Fellow of the
Society of Letters and Arts, he would be a
pauper to -clay hut, for, the _pIthenthropawnl
one man who, touched by the melody of
"Kathleen Mavourneen," settled upon the
old composer • a small allowance, which
serves at least to keep the wolf from the
door.
Prof. Crouch has written nothing for
publication for six or seven years. He has
occasionally eomponed little melodies and
^ Oteetattatentograph copies to friends
with eve been kind to him. These are, of
course, highly valued by their owners, who
show witlt pride tete dedication, followed
by the composer's autograph.
It would be incorrect to describe the
room in which the composer has worked as
"furnished," There is no carpet on the
floor, no decoration or convenience. It is a
workshop, and a poorly equipped one at
that. A visitor dropping in when the old
composer was at work might find him hum-
ming a melody to such an aucompaniment
as the old apology for a piano would admit.
Then he would bend over and put in the
notes with his pencil, and finally make a
dash for the table to darken the outlines
with Ink.
Prof. Crouch has always taken the great-
est pride in his work, and has esteemed his
fame and the honors that have been bestow -
,ed upon him as of more worth than money.
No weekly meeting of the Society of
'Science, Letters and Art was held in Lon-
don without the reading of some reminis-
cences from the pet of Prof. Crouch. He
was personally familiar with all the great
mucianaaand his interesting reminiscences
were always printed in the publications of
hcsociet_y.-_•
-
Writing to his loved ones at home from
Portland three years ago, when he had just
attended a celebration in honor of his
eighty-first birthday, the enthusiastic old
man went into glowing effusion. He wound
up : "Dear Wife,—You and the children
would grow a foot higher if you could have
been present and have seen how Portland
has honored your Fellow of the Royal Socie-
ty. The picture of your dear self and the
girls was much admired. I have many me-
mentos to bring back, including a night -
blooming omens which blossomed on my
birthday. I shall take it as an omen that I
will live to be a hunt red. At least my
vanity leads me to do so."
Prot. Crouch inherited l.is musical genius,
his father and grandfather having become
famous in England before him. The old
white -headed man who now site in his
humble home waiting For the message was
In his boyhood a musical prodigy. As a
child be called for demonstrative plaudits
from th utowned heads of Vnrope, Eo
lrgaamA .i* student Of the loyal. Academy of
,Malo, More bye enjoyed the grand oppor-
tunny of stttdrllig under arch nuteters as
-Crotch anti Atwood, C3rlveili, liftwos, FTay�
fish,• f.indley and Vistrucci. With the outer
students of the academy, who were usually
people of noble birth, Crcuclt was in fre'
gaent attendance at Buckingham Palace,
the Pavillion at Brighton and at \Vihdser
Castle. By royal command, upon the death
of George IV„ the senior students, young
Crouch anlong'thtfm; attended the' corona,.
tion of Kiug \Vtll'tant IV. and Queen Ade-
laide. He was then. appaiuted a member
of Quoon Adelaide's private band.
It was in Devonshire, on the banks of
the Tamer, that ri'of. Crotwh wrote hie ii t-
inortul "Kathleen Mavoufueeu" and the
greater portion of his Irish work, "Echoes
of the Lake." "Kathleen Mavourneen"
tt eek at responairo chord and immediately
made its composer famous throughout the
length and breadth of the land. This was
niter he had sold the rights to it, and the
profits all Went to the publisher.
"Tho words of 'Kathleen Mavourneen,' "
saps the old Professor, "had been seat to
is by Mrs. Crawford from London, and as
teas riding one day ou the banks of the
Tatter tliuking of the poem, the melody
suddenly came t11 me. I was so iufatuttted
with it that I sang it to a large audience in
the Assembly Runnts et Plymouth imntedi-
ate'y after flied written it down, and
within a week its fatne had been spread.
This was my offspring begotten and so it
became a child of the world." •
Shortly afterwards the musician and
song.writer was again summoned to Lender;
to attend the coronation of Qaoeu Victoria.
He then became a most welcome mens-
her of the charming circle which one
braced such distinguished personages as
:toilette Jerrold, Sheritlen Knowles, Mrs.
Crawford, • Mrs. Hemans,• bliss Mitfnral,
Thos. Bayley, tied Aleric A. Watts. Dur-
ing this perit.d he wrote a large number of
song collections.
At 1859 he left the shores of Merry Eng•
land behind him and sailed for America,
his object being there to find material upon
which to build a national work to be called
"Life in tho West." '.The fruits of this
labor of love had been accumulating from
the time of his arrival in America until the
evacuation of Norfolk during the civil war.
When the war broke out the enthusiastic
professor and student of music laid down
his salary of $4,000 a year for the private
soldier's pay of $12 a month, and marched
to the front behind the Confederate flag,
He returned to his home in Norfolk to find
all his valuable manuscripts in ashes, These
were accumulated during many long vette,
and embraced essays, poems, plays, it series
of fifty lectures on the history of music,
besides four massive volumes ready for the
press.
In faded gray, with empty knapsack, dry
canteen, the veteran leaned upon his mus-
ket "and wiped away a tear." Then, leav-
ing the past behind him and realizing the
stern necessity that confronted hire, he
went forth into tho world to earn a living
for his wife and five children. The genius
whose youthful music had charmed thh
Princes and the princesses on the Continent.
who bad been summoned by royakcotnnisnd
to play corouation tnusid, who hail uutn-
posed "Kathleen Mavourneen," was obliged
to accept, the humble position of gardener
at Buckingham Court -House to keep the
wolf from the door. Fle worked in Thule
mondfor a while, and finally went to Bulti-
tdoro at the age of seventy-five, bereft of all
save his fame and an indomitable spirit that
refused to bend or break under the pressure
of circumstances.
There he has existed, not lived, eve
since.
STORY OF A FAMOUS HYMN.
Tow "Tito Sweet By -furl -My" Wsts Writ-
ten, as Told sty Its Ali Ulm..
In the year 1801 1 became a resident of
'[{ ''rryrry�� AAT Tin A •,!��fp:A,,, •rye;
•�J,b•��hILDID i RE DeF+A�M+h•!4.UEb
TORNADOES ON THE CYCLONE'S
EDGE RAGE FURIOUSLY.
A Vlvld Scle1tt1110 Dosoription of the ate -
vent Western () 'eio, ne ant$ Attendant
Tornadoes Whleh lECtllod Ilandrods of
People and Destroyed Mach Property.
It 'vas not the groat cyclone itself,.says
the New terk Sun, which did the damage
to lite and property reported from tht
West, but dozens of impetuous little tonna•
does which sported en its southern and oast.
ern edges. The cyclone moved slowly and
with dignity as became its impressive size.
The tornadoes frisked ithout like little de-
limits, appearing and disappearing without
Warning, dashing this way and that us if fa
wantonness, making sudden excursions into
distant States, raiding defenceless villages.
and finally leaping%up into the clouds. Al
cyclones of unusual.' bulk and intensity art
attended by these ferocious little tornadpes.
They always form upon their southern ant
eastern edges, and frequently colo consider
Sfu DPI Ce
-*SrosM rR ;r,
ff tossAouss eats,
IIADws or S'ogi
Tit.x1K ON THE DIG siestas.
able damage. But so many and such ells
estrous tornadoes as attended this late
storm are seldom reported.
The cyclone developed somewhere in the
west of British America, and on M srah :3
sauntered over the lino. It entered oto
territory hi the northwestern corner n
Montana, just east of the Pewkies, end .van
dared dexo to Helena, where it lingerer
for a few hours. So far it was nr
much of a storm. Travelling on the south
east the storm crossed Wyoming diagonally
until it centered at Cheyenne some time 01
Thursday. Here it mot opposition, and
began to gather itself together.
A cyclone is a whirling storm. The cold
winds of the north and the warm winds of
the south meet and begin to revolve :trotted
a center; turning in the opposite direetinu
to the hands of a watch. Sometimes a cy-
clone will cover hundreds of miles it,
breadth. Cyclones situps their course in
the direction of the least•resau renn:! beat'
p,
is why this cyclone travelled south' over
lands moistened by irrigation, for damp air
there less opposition than dry stir. Upon
encountering the grazing lanais of tNebras-
ka, the stet in was checked. It tried to
push its way through the dry, clear air,
and in the struggle developed ti mighty
power. The whirling winds increased to
uurricane speed. 1'ne rain, which heti 'keen
light full in torronts•over an area of thou-
sandeoefesquare utiles. The evulune .was
beaten. It lingetrd on the northern Forster
of Colorado and Nooses f.ii' t•u•eety-four
hours, battling with the dry ethers shore
1
south. It was pushed slowly due cast till
it centered at Omaha an :Friday, when it
slave up the contest, turned sharply north,
d ran off to tete (.teat Lal
:tl! fes, where it
fotutd, all the moisture it wanted. Bat
though the cyclone was conquered in the
slrttggle it developed a tni;;lsty strength.
It broadened aril increased its whirl in;
speed hourly uuttl its intensity llcc;lmu
somothing remarkable. Thee it was that'
the spiteful little torttal•,os funned un its
south and east and made devastation in the
states which had refused it admission.
A. tornado resembles it cy.tlone in sono
respects, being also a whirling stot•in and
formed by the nteetilte of cold turd warm'he Village of Elkltul•n on
Wiscsin;tho home cart•eute. - But it is very serail in area, anti
if the composer, J. B. Webster, wh°, of tremendous, almost unbelievable force.
shortly after, became ansociatecl with me It forms high above the gronnrl, and nar-
in the production of rows to a point below like a waterspout at
sheet music (songs) sea. The whirling speed of the wind at
and other musical this inverted apex has never been determin•
works. In the sum' ed, but it may equal 500 or 600 utiles an
mer or fall of the year hoar. In addition to this tremendous
1807 We commenced whirling motion the. tornado 'twee, • i
work on "The Sigpet, forward motion, which is gence411 ' `i
Ring," a nw Sab- Erection of the cyclone. These tornadoes
bath Schoole.hymn- 'emir in the air at some height, occasionally
book. "Tho Sweet lipping down to trail their whirling ends
By -and -By" was 0110 On the ground, It is then that they do
of the songs ospecielly
written for that work.
Mr. Webster, like
many musicians, was
DIC. BENNETT. of an exceedingly
servoue and sensitive nature, and subject
Jo periods of depression, in which he looked
.aeon the dark side of all things in life. I
.lad learned his peculiarities so well that, on
meeting him, I could tell at a glance if he
was in one of his melancholy moods, and
lad found that I could rouse him from then
ny giving hits a new song or hymn to work
ns. On such an occasion he came into my
,,lace of business and, wanting down to the
tovo, turned his back to me without speak•
.ng. I was at my desk writing. Presently
1 turned to him and said :
"Webster, what is the matter now ?"
"It is no matter," be replied, "it will be
all right by-and-by."
The idea of the hymn came to me litre a
Jlnsh of sunlight, and I replied, "'The
Sweet By -and -13y 1' Why would not that
tmc-ewe gond hymn- I"
"May be it would," said he, indifferent-
ly.
Turning to the desk, I penned the
words of the hymn as fast as I could
write.
In the meantime, two friends, N. H.
;a,tsweil and S. E. Bright, had conte in. I
handed the hymn to Sit. Webster. As he
read it bit ye kindled, and his whole de-
meanor changed. Stepping to the desk, he
began writing the notes in a moment.
Presently he requester) )lr. Bright to haul
him his violin, and he played the melody.
In a few moments more he had the notes
for the four pares of the chorus jotted
down. I think it was not over thirty min-
utes from the time I took my pen to write
the words before the two gentlemen named,
myself and Mr. Webster, were singing the
hymn in the same form :n which it after -
their mischief. The fury of a herriceito is'
concentrated in these whirling ends. They
spin like steam drills and grind to pieces
everything tltey encounter. It was one of
those that cut a swathe through Louisville
two years ago. When one trails through a
forest, a path is cut as cle:ann, an if with
axes. Trees aro twisted tip aid tern limb
from fnt), and yet the trees on the edges
of the path are uninjured. The trail of a
hurricane is never very broad. Sometimes
fits energy is compressed into a pathway
fifty feet or less in width.
There is no means ot knowing how many
of these tornadoes formed on the edges of
the late cyclone. There may have been
fifty. There may have been ten times that
many. It is impossible to lay c,ut the
courses of individual tornadoes from the
reports telegraphed front the West. One
which originated in 'the Indian Territory
.an be traced northward through Sommer,
Sedgwick, and Butler counties, Kansas,
where it is lost sight of. This one is re-
eponaibTIoer much loss of life anal property.
Another originated on the northern border
of Kansas, and tore its way northeast
through Nuckolis, Clay, Fillmore, York,
Polk, Platte, and Madison counties in Neb-
raska. Another, originating further east,
touched the outskirts of Omaha. It was
prohably•the same which damaged St. Jo-
seph. But no one ean tell how many of
these storms were developed. Their habit
of leaping into the clouds only to touch
the ground again at a point many miles dis-
tant, baffles any attempt at identification.
Cypelpt•dlum Chi ntberlalulanotn.
A new orchid, long sought far, which is
to immortalize the name of Right Ilon.
Joseph Chamberlain, who has a passion for
orchids, and almost always wenn; nue in his
buttonhole, has been discovered and broxght
to England. It was fonnd by the agent of
ward appeared in "The Signet. Tting."—I)r. an English firm in the itlerapi mnuetuins,
8. Fillmore Benuctt, in Ladies' Heine and is named the ('ypripe.limn Ceantbec.
.3 ou mutt. cduianum.
04.1/004.1/0Thoagbts,
1 hold, it true that thoughts, are things
iudowed with bodies, breaore/0114wti, /woo:ind that vire tend then). forth to fill
rile world with good r'esults.r-or
('bat wench we gall our secret thought,'
speeds to the earth's remotest spot,
tgtt leaves its blessings or its woes
t,ilte tracks bebind•itas it goes,
'.t is Gud's law, Remember it
to your stillcbamber as you sit
With thoughts you would net dare kin'
And yet make comrades when alone.
These thoughts have life; and they will fig
And leave their impress by and by,
hike •somst
e marsh breeze, whose •poiso,g
breath
Breathes into homes its fevered"breath.
And after yotyitave quite forgot
Or all outgrown sodic vanished thought,
Back to your mind to make its home,
A dove or raven, it will come.
Then lot your secret thoug.hts bo fair;
They have a vital part and share
In shaping worlds and molding fate—
`xod's systent is so intricate.
WHY SHE WENT HOME
Otto day Miss Hunt's accustomed haring
anew her no more.
Tho big policeman on the corner of Print
,ug -House Square missed the trim littb
figure he had come to know as it hurried by
tint on her daily rounds ; "the boys' in tits
dfico suddenly discovered that the quiet,
serious-faccd•girl reporter who had often;eaten them on news had vanished, and
!von the city editor, who. was not supposed
o have any emotion of any sort, suddenly
•ousod to the fact that lie had lost one of
tis moat alert and earnest aids and actually
experienced a sensation which, in any Otho:
human being, might have boon termed re-
gret.
Yes, Miss Hunt was gone. A little note
if resignation found its way to the inenag-
ng editor's desk --an indefinite sort u'
billet-doux which gage tsu reason whetet'e:
for the girl's sudden den:trtn•es
ONE COLD WINTER'S \Ii;ll':•.
"Little fool C' said the Awftil Mss, Ccs Iiz
read the note, "she has made the minvtisr
'of her lite. Just got on her feet.—_nark
attracting attention everywhere—cl.ief the
lighted with her --arid away es
elm go. I
suppose to marry sound W011111048 chit!) she
'Will hove to support."
j. "Where's little hunt?" everybody. wet
Smiting. "The ofliee is mighty lonely-," said
the sporting editor, cresting a kindle gimlet
towards a closed 'festa.' "I fatte;v she'regone
hack to teaching school," said the 11ntnuatio
critic. "I wonder ltow she could tear her-
self )away from nte,"•thtntght the beauty of
the reportorial statt;.who fancied Aliss•Hunt
'admired his blond,bangt
jThe most plausible reason fnr Miss Ftu;tt's
going away attd the•ouo generally ttocelstef
'wets that she had gone heck \Vest to emery
a cowboy or the ow-ster of a silver utine;,and
for weeks the exchange teen hunte.bolt teeug
the columns of marriages notices in, the
:Western papers to sec if he could find• an
announcement of her wedding.
But ""little Hunt" had not gone away' to
be married nor to serene school. However,
she had it reason for going—a reason she
kept fast locked in her heart—while else
made her plans for departure.
-lit-was one -cold, wintet• night she decided -
to go. She had been hard at tynrk all (idy.
She had written a new story which hcoohac-
tually made the city editor smile ; she had
interviowoei a dancer who had invested a
new terpsichorean wriggle ; she had Been
to the bench show, nark had done up. the
lugs and the dances int great shape an'.id 'the
sad "faked" a story for the Sunday pipet.
s •O casts , .st'asterl .to draw teem, front
t to courpositor who would set. it up.
Miss Huut was tired. Nur did it.'seem
to rest her when she found a note on her ,
-leak from the editor-in-chief telling! her
that her salary was to he raised.
It was midnight when Miss Hunt let her-
self into the pretty little apartment she call-
ed home, flung off her wraps and saab,doWn
before the open fire to think. Thesefour or
five rooms, r"rnished in the dainty fashion
to loved by gir:s, weal very dear to Miss
Hunt. Every hook and corner, oaery be-
:onging and furnishing, were a. part
of her very self. She bad labored cease-
lessly to have, furnish and keep this
home. Her thoughts, her ideas, her iudi-
TIlE• OLD HOME:
viduelity were here. The long tramps
through all kinds of_weather, the struggles,
the disappointments, the heartaches. were
.sero depicted, and all the triumphs, vic-
tories and successes hore their fruition in
this tiny home. It was on that divan with
its nest of enables+ that Hiss Hunt flying
herself for a rattling good cry the day she
lost the interview with a bemuse and `fickle
actress. How much it had Meant to her,
how little to the capricious c•ea(;tltrc who so
cooly broke the engagement she ltall'sb$o-
lutoly gueranteed ! There was the piaihn
at which Miss Hunt had poured Mit till the
sacred sorrow of her heart through her
fingers. There was the dainty ribbon -
bedecked rattan chair bought with the pro-
ceeds of her first assignment—ah 1 how
everything its these rooms spoke to her of
seise 11149:1,
$$ eh*dettp� boy a :::41
wfiher kefgid 0:41ateupa i9 setstoa:10:0tytwers sb.�.ltad.strugle� arld uocaded
'aria gaining a fo01,4 i ,
DO deers were Many.. other of neat here
which spoke ao ftroibly of anotlter•.life•sei :
life trthfelt $900104 far away now to Mies
Hunt.. Xn that pilo of • enshions yonder
on the divas, was ono made ot many tiny
piece; of eiik oarefnlly pieced • in old-
fashioned shapes. There wore stars' and
"rising sous," and blocks joined iu quaint
and precise manner. That cushion • hats
come one Ohrietmas morning with the in-
scription, "Just to let my little girl know
that mother does not forget her." The
picture over the piano t --when Miss Hunt
looked at it thorn came always a big lump
in her throat, for it used' to hang over her
piano in a Western home. The pretty lamp
on the table—ah I could she not now see
two silvered heads bent olose to its Light
a pair of thin hands fluttering over
the bitseof silk, , , "piecing blocks'
for "my little girl" away in New York.
another pair . ... sinewy;
honest, fatherly hands holding the news-
paper Miss Hunt had sent.
Somewhere to -night they had been sit-
ting, old, tired out with the burden and
Moat of life, alone, They had worked, saved
and denied themselves many luxuries so
that their bright and ambitious daughter
should have a chance in the world. They
had placed no obstacles in her way, had
listened patiently when grin told them of
her intention to go forth and battle for sues
cess. Ab ! they had believed in' her, fol•
lowed her with their prayers and never
murmured at her long absence.
Site remembered her first Clays in Now
York, when, friendless, ignorant and use.
known, she had gone about timidly; uncer-
tainly. What a mountain of strength their
letters had been 1 Miss Hunt sighed. Site
had not written home as often of late as
she should—she lead been so busy—and
when one writes for a living one weurios at•
the sight of pen and ink. But their letters,
breathing love, tender faith and pride, had
come every work=no failure there. The
fountain of parental love had remained
pure and fresh and strong.
"We know you are busy," the last letter
had said ; "we hope_ you are happy and- sat-
isfied. It has occurred to us sof late that
your letters have a mournful tinge. Re-
member, daughter, that if you ever weary
of your useful life the old home stands al-
ways open--yes—longing for you."
Miss llunt stirred the biazueg tire impa-
tiently. "Lot me see." alis said to herself
--"where is it I have to go to -morrow'!
The slumming ta•.asigntnent . . . how I
dread it . . remember daughter,
. . . I must see those committee wo-
men . . . if you ever weary ,
and thea, there .e that interview with the •
woman in the Tombs , , , horrible. I
wee in Repos they would never send me
there again . . . the ole! home--Stands
—.dwarya span—yest, ail ti longing."
AIi.ss Aunt started up with a errs. The
obi home !.. Why was site not there with
her patient, . gentle, lonely fatlttm• ane
mother! What w"tta) she sluing ieo•o—here?
"A u,efut life," they h td said. 'Vest she
had lett a useful, honest lite. She had been
enn,citeuttuus and painstaking. Sher hail
persevered through formidable dillicultiee
and a'successton ui1' heart-rending casap-
pointroe.nts. She was•rew•areled now. Pteople
were talking of her clever, distinctive
origins$ work. She was granted, written
about, pointed out axe one of the brightest
1IOME ,WAIN.
newspaper women in town. She had began'
to dip into magnate work and one of then
most ceusorvetive of periodicals had alreitly*
puhlishtxl articles Prong her pen.
But nh !'life is brigand love is mighty
A greet wave of homesickness rolled over
the girl as she thought of that little home
—open always --yes, longing for her ; of •
those two dear facca ever set patiently
towards the Bests looking for their sun-
ligh t.
Mat were success, admiration, 'work,
mommy and independence compared to title
sudden rush of feeling that shook her soul ?
"What does it a:not:int to after all?" nvor
and over again she asked her sick heart.
"How little it all means, any how 1"
* .5 ,h /, * .5 *
"I wish," said the city editor a few- days
later, "I wish little•Ilunt had not cleared
out. Sho would be the very one to work
up the mystery s.trrrcunding the 'death of
that girl. Hang it all 1 Why did the go
away ?"
\Vhy ? Ask that silver -haired couple
away out in a little Western home), who
would tell you with bated breath and a
radiance like the light of heaven on their
faces of one evening when, as they sat by
their lonely fireside reading over one of
their little girl's "pieces," they heard a
quick, resolute step ring up the garden
walk. Then the latch clicked, the door
eswung open and self-contained, well -poised,
otergotic Miss Hunt, who had undaunted-
ly faced every hardship and danger in her
literary existence, becs,rho as a Itttle child.
For with one big sob she flung herself on
her knees between those weary watchers,
and the thin, wrinkled hands met over
their "little girl's" head.
"Alias }tint had given up journalism for
the home "that was always open—yes,
longing for her."--Ldith Sessions Tupper,
in Now York World.
Tues f?'od+or of the Press.
Thousands ttfilcriglit minds daily contri-
bute to these wondeitful educators. The
newspaper o£ try -day,• •s bother daily or
weekly, is a poWeltfttft.telf second to none.
Its influence Rathot-M Kentish-Mestimated, since,
Eke the air, lb pcnetrt,tes 01 cry place,
whether bright or dismal.—New York ria-
zette.
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