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The Clinton New Era, 1879-11-20, Page 6• 1 1127, ar I ' ilipr • ••••.••••••r, * 1igaile1 lentweriner. •' Good mornIng, lin Mr- ElliOni 116°F 'sr° tho take to•dity? jetwe you for next Tema' piper -4 thought ra ware and pay; And Onietals,10114' teaaaka aled WI PI 1i14 money here I shut damn lendin' it to him, and then **axed him to try it a year. • • eallnd hon'o a few little items that happened la t week in our town ; Utonght they'd look good for the paper, no not jotted atm down; And here is a beaket of peachee my wife &led expressly tor yeas, And a, smear bunch of flowers from Jennie -the . thought else must eend eomething, too. °Toter. doing the polities belly, as all, of our family agree; ;net keep your old goose s quill a flappin' end give tnem a good one for me. And 110W you are weak full of businees, and I won' s he taking your time; rite things of my own 1 must tend to -good day, air; 1 believe I will climb." • The editor sat in his ratnetum, and brought down his itst with a thump; dGod Ineeti that old farmer," he muttered, '1 he's a regular jolly cad trump." Andatis thus with our noble profession, and thus it Will ever be still; There aro some who appreciate its labor, and some who perhaps never will. Ant In the great time that is coming, when. Ge- lman; trumpet shall sound, And they who hey° labored and rested shall come from the -quivering ground When they who have atria= t,each and ennoble the race, 113hall march at the head of the column, each one in his God given place. •• As they march through the gates of the city with proud and victorious tread, Who tilitor and his assistants will travel not far irom the head: --Wilt Carleton • 110Ar** GEORGETTE KEPT TICYNIT. • It was a fete day at Vereaillee, and the palue and grounds were crowded with holidayemakere from 1Paria--A-golden- Sep- tember afternoon was wailing to its oleo. The autumn sunshine, low, but dear, lay in long 'thefts of light across the quaint and formal gardene, and glittered--imthe epray of innumerable fountains, tossing, failing, ipladelnge eparkling on every side.. The air was full of the -laughing, liceuid sound. - • - • The crowd had gatheted thiekly round the Grandee Eaux, that is, the giant jets in the • 1" Basin ot Neptune," and I' Apollo," leaving 'the remoter parte of the grenade compaa. eively deserfed. In one o2 the. loneliest of nen and shintyal.tees a young couple slowly sauntering. The girl, who was vied with She dainty matinees character. ed a Parisian ouvriere of the better class, taken oft Jig het in order to decorate it *th a spray °Peer while her companion Iteld her pawed and watehiether in admiring Silence. . • The Sunshine touched her wavy brown' heir with gleams of gold and brought a tinge of rose to -the delicate pallor of her face, a lace which, in repose, bad a look of patient melancholy, as if already life's shadows had Men upon it. Bat when, glancing up froni. her tamk; she met her lover's °yea it bright. lewd all over with a untie ,eo eudden and meat that he was dazzled. "Georgette, how lovely you are 1" the re- mark seemed to escape him involuntarily. "Uhl my hat, not my face, you are to ad- mire, it you please," she retuned, with a demure little glance at him all she put it on. mg Look, abesn't the ivy make •a• pretty trim. Piker • fieiTenif iirteeiftlirbf *tile picture, Suppon we sit down on the grass here for a ;eve moments, that.1 may admire it at my leisure r' • ' '" Yes, let us. I am so fond of thin place," she responded. !! you love this spot ? SO do I," said.. the -*mpg man,•as he "stretched himself on the :grass at her side. • " 11 was in Ithis very orounc• ray darling, when thee.° leaves were yew& that you epoke the three words that made me the happiest 1000 .10 Franca". • ' -Did -it really make on happy to know that I loved you, Etienne? I ara so glad," the 'giri replied, letting her hand rest for a me. 'aunt on his dark curia "But my • love ean never be to you, dear, what yours is to ' me; because you have never known what it is to be utterly alone arid injured for, int I was till .1 met you,•eix months ego." " " My poor little "level ", he murmured, raising her hand to hie lipe. "What a happy inspiration' it was of mine," be went on, after a raiment% pause, to take lodgings , in the dear, dull, old house In the Rae deli Holes -little I dreamt that I should meet my fate under that roof 1 Do you know that it wee your voice that, decided me to take the mime ? " " voice ? " "When the concierge showed them to me youwere flinging over year work in the storey above. I asked him who° was- that exqui- site voice, like a ,chime of eilver bells 1 It was a little fluter maker, au sisieme, he tad' zap, whom the neighbor', called • Mine Night. litigate,' and it was worth five franca ' a month extra, he assured to, to have her fora fellow lodger." - Georgette laughed and blabbed. . "What a compliment from old Pod:dein 1" "1 quite agreed with him ander° came to terms on the spot. Iloundehat my musical neighbor had a face that matohed. her voice, and if ever there was a cue of love at first eight it was mine, Georgette. My heart went ' out to you, dear, from the moment when find 'our meet, oily, blue eyes met mine." ' "And mine to you," she whispered. " IA that true ? Then why did you take so nuetherouble to avoid me'little eoquette ? " "Now that is ungrateful. Was 1 not----" " Yon were the kindest and mot obliging of 'neighbors, I Admit," he interrupted;. - "but you were as elle, as a bird, 1eeldom caught a glimpse of -you, except we met by chance on the Malts, and thensometimes, instead of stopping to ',peak, you would, fly vast me like n fief& of light," • "My time was more valuable than yearn,' you see," she explained. "1 work in earnest, 'while you only play at work. You need not look dignified, you know 11 10 the truth. If rot had 110 other reaouroes but your pen, no sigh relatione in the background who—". "You forget that 1 out n.eyeelf adrift from them two years age, when I gave up the pro. , Union they had chum for me, and turned 'from the sandy tout of the law into the flowery fields' of literature, 17rom their point • of view I -have committed gooier enioide-; they have formally washed their hands of nati." Hie companknee face clouded. . "What wcinld they ayif they 'knew that • -that you were , betrothed to a common work -girl 2" Oho, staked, with a troubled ' . "They do know it," he answered ,quietly. ;1'1 wrote to my father some days ago." She fitartea and the color ruithed to her "And he -bee he annexed your lettei ? What did he say ?" "What did lie not Pay, ratherl'" • returned Etienne, laughing, "oh don't expect me to repeatit all, I hope? Why do you look so mimed, child? Ton know that nothing he can say -nothing - any one can eay or do would make me give you up." • " I know. But -but perhaps it is selfish o sae to let you mace your pros/iota for my sake," she faltered, looking at him in evietin doubt., "Perhaps Nome day you wil • regret—." "Georgette," he intartiptederepreaohttelly, "have you so little faith in y Wye? Have yon so soon forgotten -all I said to you WNW those very trees when we plightea our ! tenth ?" "How could I forget ? " "Then hut me, dearest, and do not fear 'The future. -Itecomeliteetie milling, with both hands fall a blessinee." "Ab, do not meet, too nettoli from it, Etienne." "Will, it it only brings Me bread and cheese, and you, I Phial be contented," be returned. "Contented without fan° or riches ? " she questioned, !mailing, "I thought you were ambitious!" " So I wae-onots, but there le Ile room for ambition in a heart that le full to the brim of love. After all," he added philoophioally, "what the happier should I be for relies or renown? I have sot up me tent in the pleae. , ant land of Bohemia, where there is no shape in a shabby coat, where poverty is picturesque and even starvation has its poetical side." Georgette raised her eyebrow:* "It is plain that whoever find eaid so never felt it," idle cooluieritecloiryly. Some. thing in her tone Mad° her oomPalsiell look round at her face. "Georgette, how you paid that! One would almost Mink that you—" "That I had known that poetical pain mytelf r she -add ed with a -mile,- half -sad; half ironical. "Perhaps I have. You Bee I have only thole -holding up her hands- " to keep the wolf from the door, and if work fails me for a time, he peeps in, Ah,lie le not in the least 'poetical' I assure you, but the ugliest monster yon eau imagine.' She shuddered, then broke* into a laugh. " Yott look as startled as if you saw him at this moment peeping over my shoulder. Why do you talk of snob horrors, Etienne? let ue change the subject." Etienne Was Silent. •A carious chill crept over him aa sudden shadow eeemed to have fatlen on the bright day. There was a jarring nue of incongruity in the association of Georgette with oneh • grim realities as want rand hardship. . He -looked at the sweet cour- ageous few, the fragile figure, theadelioate little hands that had been forced to fight so hard a halite for bare existence, and his heart ravelled -with- pity -and-- a -generous -sort a- lthorn° all he pontraeted hie easy, indolent life with hers. • • -He seized her fingersand covered them with kisses. -"Dear, brave little hands! I never loved them so well. Thank heaven, they will not have to toil ranch longer." She emiled, and paseed her.hand over his hair" male. "So when I share your tent in the pleasant land of Bohemia I shall have nothing to do•allelay but count niy fingers ?" ' . "You will hive nothing to do but loveene and be'happy." "Aima, chanter -voila ma vie 1" she broke into melody as naturally as a bird sings. " Bat do you know that it is getting 111e ?" she faded, looking round. And, indeed, while they had been talking the golden afternoon had crept away. Shadows were lengthening on the siopes,and in the ferny hollows of the park it waa already dusk.. An hour later Georgette and lover left the 'grounds, and -made their way to the station, where a train Was just 'starting for Paris. . It was pleasant to beborne swiftly through. the wide, dually landscape alongside of the sweet Seine, dimly shining in the etarlight ; past Saint Cloud and ,Suresnee, with their pretty villas buried in foliaget past Puteaux _with...la:market garden% anti.Asnieres with 'its flotilla of pleasure beide, till the lighte of -Paris began to-sparkle,round.themethe-vague. white glare of the eleetrio ligliteshowing where the Pine de l'Opera lay ; the long lines of Inure �tiri6bUiilevardaetretohing sway in apparently °adieu perspective on every side. • • • • • Then came the loitering walk “homewirds alorig tlie- brilliant etreets, where all Paris seemed to be sitting outside the cateslaking Ito cigar and "cheese "-over the Pont Neuf, where they panned to look et the moon in the river, and soeinte the labykinth of quaint, old- Worliretreets of the classic Quartier Latin. It weenie° o'clock when they reached -the Rue des &ohne As. they pegged the concierge's den the latter,. a snuffy old man in a holland apron and- tasselled emoking-cap, put out his head and Galled them batik. . " A letter for you, Ma'amselle Georgette. Came by themidday post. A man'iwriting," he added, as he handed it to her. ." I have tee gentlemen correspondente, Monideur Podevin." . . " lientleman'e writing. anyhow," he • , repeated. • 1. 1 She scrutinize& the direction with a pun. zlecl look, then shrugged her ehouldere, and put the letter into her pocket. "Perhaps itis an order for flowers," she remarked. "For Orange blossom; hein ?" suggested. the old man, with a 'eV glance at Etienne. "1! so I Wean not accept it," was Georgettfee &newer. .. "Why ?" her lever demanded, as he fol. Weed her upstairs; " emelt, it would be it good -omen." " No ; if you make them for others you ,will never wear themyourself, they say." • "Superstitious child 1 • Yon will let me see .that letter, won't you ? I shall not sleep till leknotewho_le_your mysterious concise, pendent." • . "-Is monsieut jealous, for example ?" oho asked, throwing it laughing glance at him oyer her ohoulder., • " Not the least In the world," he•proteeted. "I am Only ourioue." "Well, come up to my landing, and I will satisfy your cariosity as boon as I have lighted the lamp,. Where is my key? ah, there it is 1" ' . She unlocked the door and entered, while her companion stood outeide, looking in at the humble little room whow theieheld he had never crosaed. The moohlight filled tt, giving it a dreamy, unreal look, Wowing the little white beds' in an- alcove, -the work -table with Ito pretty litter of half-ilnished" flowers, the bird -cage and planto in the window, and his own photograph on the wall, with a print of our Lady of Lourdes above it. Everything was as daintily neat and trim arGeorgette hernia and the room wee awed with the Went of mignonette. * - "Bon wit, Janet! and thou, too, Mignon," maid the girl, as she entered greeting her feathered and tarred corapaniona. • The Canaryreeponded With a eltill chirp, j while the oat umped on to her shouldeiaand purred a • welcome. When the lamp was lighted she oame towards her lover, who wee ,watching.her with all hia'heart in 144 eyes. . Her hair; damp with the night duo, lay in loose curled rings on her forehead; fatten°. had made her palorthan opal, but her eyes ehone like twin dare. "Yon look at me as it you had never seen me before,"'ohe "1 have never seen you look Bo sweet." " Thank you ; but you say that every time we meet, do you know 2" " Bowan at every Meeting 1 disocoter a freah beauty.", . "And never any defote ?" • He took her face between his hand4 and looked at it critically. , " Teo, you are too pale, but that is soon remedied. One-two," he klesed her on each cheek; "there, that ia better. Now look at me ; 101 1110 pee if yarn eyee are laughing as Well ari your lips." They were laughing when she raised them to his face, but the look of paesionate ten. dement they encountered nada them droop with sudden gravity and 'netted a OM warmer tide ot oolor to her face. " sweet 1" he whispered, bending till hie bearded cheek touched hers; "Itis a deliget to look at you; it is joy to love yeti, and to be loved by you fit heaven Heel'. DI there another man in Park, wonder, eoloppy as I an at this moment?" "Huh!" she interpood, putting her hand to hie line i • "don't boutu, ot happinethat is the wayto lose it," He laughed. "Another euperstition 1 How many more have you in stook? And now for the letter. Let me bold the lamp while you open it." " Yen Will let me read it to myself first, I oppose ? No, you are notto look over my shoulder." ah @ added, laughing and drawing back; " have patiewe." Smiling mini, she tinfoldecl it, but she had hardly glanced at ihe fiat lines when her face °hanged. The color faded out 01 11 ouddenly; the light from her eyee, the laughter from her lips, She glanced rapidly down the page, then hastily refolded it, and tiered it into her pocket. • " Georgette 1" Etienne exclaimed, " you promieed to ihow 11 10 rae." Not now-eto morrow," elle faltered. 0' To•nieht ; at once, if you please," he per. sided, tris face darkening; "it le no ordinary letter to cause such agitation. I have a right etereeeeit ; give it to um," and he laid his hana on here. She looked up at him piteously. "Not now -tomorrow," ehe repeated, hardly above it whisper. Ile let go tier hand, and turned teem her, his face dark with jealous anger. She clasped her bands upon his arm, and detained him. " Do not port from me in anger to.night -do not, my darling I trust me till to -mor- row." 4 U� looked at her it moment with•troubled eyes, but there was no resieting the pleading of that sweet, tearful foe. ' • " So be it," he said, gravely; " yon shall tell me your aeoret at your own time. Good- night, Georgette." - As he bent towards" her, with. a eudden impulsive movement, the girl put her arms around his neck • and drew hie head down, kissinsiiim again and again with quivering tips, then took the litinti from his hand and turned away. Touched And surprised by her unwonted effusion, he went elowly down stairs. PaWling• when he reached his own landing, to look up. ' ' • . Georgette was leaning over the banisters with the lamp in her hand, looking deem at him. There was an expression on her face he had never seen there before; a rapt, far- away gaze that gave it a epiritual look. The moment he glanced up at her she ' vanished into her own room and all wail dark. . Many a time in after years Etienne saw ter in dreams, bending towards him with that rapt look in her eyes, with the shadows around her and the light upon her fade. . Etienne passed a rodeo night and woke hire next morning feeling unrefreehed' and with it strange settee of oppression and an- omalous. • It wile' it gloomy day, with a leaden aky and a chili wend. The meatherisebrealting 1" the concierge remarked, when he brought up the roll and cup of cafe au fait for hie loager's " first breakfast." "Yesterday wits the .lest of the eummera' • . • "The last day of summer."- The young mturafound himself , repeating the wends thoughtfully, as af they.contained eomoshida den meaning. • . It waii after eleven o'clock by the time he Mad up-to-Gsorgetteai • room and tapped at the door. It was not -lateheds-aantaaaidir-summons met with ho reply he gentlypuithed it open and looked in. The expression of pleasurable atitioipation faded suddenly from his face, giving piece to one of blank perplexity_ and. afitonish. ment. • ' GO glance showed him that Georgette was not there; and it showed him something else. All her belongings had vanished.. The room was stripped and bare. He etared round anpidly, trying in vein to • underetand it. Georgette gone I It seemed" like -a bad dream, from which he wotildWalce presently to find her before him. At length, rousing himself , from his dupe - faction, he hurried downstairs to question the concierge. . . "01, yes, Ma'ameelle Georgette is gone, sure enough," the old men told him, wolla, " She came down Wordy after nine o'clock, and told me ohe wari obliged to leave imrae- diately. She mid her term and fetched a fiaore herself. The driver aarried her box downstairs, and -pat 1 she was gone ; all in a breath, as one may, say. • But she left a note for you, monsieur; that will explain it, nadoubta • ' "Why could you not tell me that at fitet 2" Etienne asked impatiently, snatching it from his hand. Enclosed was the letter which she had received on the previous evening, together with a few lines in her own writing. He put the former wide without a clime and took up her harried note. "Dear love, I write with a breaking heart to bid you farewell," it Vegan. "The letter I re. oeived last night was from ,your father.' When you have read it non will know why I have lef you:" Etienne uttered a passionate exclamation. -"iirtathertah---47anderstairdrilirlarew that I should never give her up, eo he has taken the wrest means of driving her from " If a marriage with me," Georgette wrote, "would ruin all your proper:tie and epoil . your life at the outset, • as he seye, I must never be your wife. I love you too well to injure you eo cruelly, and, therefore, though it tears my heart, I must eay-aaieu I Fru. -give-me, my beloved -and forget ate." The letter ended there, but overleatihere IOW a postscript, which had evidentlyabeen adcle,d on it sudden inipulea at the last no men . "My courage faille' me. I cannot, cannot write that cruel word; farewell.' 1 must have a hope, however slight, to keep me from despair. Dinned, in two yearie time you will be your own master; then, if your love is unchanged, we may meet again. On the first Sunday in September, two years hence, go to Versailles; and in the afternoon, when the fotantaina play, wait for me giallo Verta Allee ' where we at yesterday. If I live I will conle to you. Till then, my beet beloved, adieu!" Etienne was firit at the trysting.plitee that qapInt green avenue where Georgette and be pat to watch She fountain,- two years ago. Two years; what a gulf a time it had seemed before he had crossed it,•and how ektort it Beamed -now, looking - back 1 He could hate fancied it was only yesterday that he was loitering under the trees, with that bright, tender face at his. side -the face which had lidded Isim like a star through the lonely years to Ulla day. Those years had been eventful ones to him. Fame had come to him, and he was on the highroad to fortune. too. He had left the ,, pleasant land of Bohemia and the old nomadic llfo far behind him. And Georgette, how had she fared ? what story would she have to ten him, he won- dered, His heart oak strangely as he seised himself the question. ' Not for it moment did he doubt that We would come. He knew -he felt that she would keep her word. He longed impatiently for the meeting; yet mingled with that feeling there was a vague dread which he could not understand and could not ahake off. He stood near the statue of the water - nymph in its marble hula, looking towards the upper end of the watk; from whioh he expected her to appear. He had it to himself at present, though figures passed and ra- peseed at each end of the long green vista, and the neual crowd was gathering round the Basing. "She nide.' when the fountains play,'" be muttered, consulting his watels. "It is after four °Wok now; will they never begin ?" Even ait he spoke, the waters were released; and he heard owe more thefamiliar =Blasi 'wand -the rushing, oplashing, rippling, fall- ing all around him. . . Still the walk was solitary. To right -or. left -there was no approaching figure. A dreauelike feeling stole over him Re Le stood thus, watching; every ono and faculty etrained in expectation. The preeent and the past seemed confused, and both wore an ,aspeot of ,unreality. At length, at the upper end of the glade, a woman's figure appeared. Ho could not yet distinguish the features, but he knew the shape, the walk, the dress. It was Georgette, slaiiir first imPulse was to welt to meet her, but he restrained hinieelf that he might enjoy the exquisite pleasure of aeeing her come to him. His heart swelled with a jona.so keen that it bordered upon pain, and tears rushed to his eyes. . She came slowly on down the walk, nearer and nearer, tio that he could distinguish every feature ; nearer still, till she paused oppoeite "to him with one hand resting on the marble basin. - Still, he did not speak; be did not stir. The look of.rapturons expectation had faded from his face. He stood as if he were turned to atone, Was this Georgette -with the wan, white cheeks, the h,ollow eyes-, -that' looked at him with puolilorlorn appeal; the pale lips, that seemed to have forgotten how to while ? There wag a moment of silence. '• She gazed at him as if she were tying to read his heart through hie eyes ; her Me expressed mow than he could understand. Was it joy or pain, or it strange mingling of toth, that yearnintamistful look?" He could not tell. Before -he recovered himself suit ciently to speak, before ha -could evenput out hid hand to detain her -to his astonishment, she abruptly turned' froni lihn and passed ewiftly on down the walk...• He hoptened _after heracallingatosher-to only "quickened her pace ; and before he could overtake her she had. reaohed thoterrace round "Neptune's Basin " and Wee lostin-the *ow& • Heslautriedsib and. fro,.looking fotheraragerly amongalitgroups- who were loitering roundthe fountains or sitting under the trees. Nowhere was Oho to - be wen. :He went over the same ground half a dozen Uinta!, always returning to the walk in the hope of finding her there; till at length he paused in bewilderment and con- sternation, and realized that he had lost Etienne read it through twice and mechan- ically refolded it, then took up his father's letter -a pitileea letter, every Word of which mat have gone like knife to her heart.' He did not wonder that in the* first anguish of wounded pride and outraged affection elm had fled from him, but he determined that be would not accept the operation. He would find her and bring her back;• ' He WWII out at onoe and Rana the reillaini der of the day in Hatching for her, °utilizing. in every quarter where Oho was known. But all his efforts were in vain, Her lonely little figure had drifted but ofsight and was lost la the great labyrinth a Paris. Two long a ears must pass before he saw it again. A chill September afternoon. The sky was amend with lOw•laanging donde, the wind had a wietful nigh in it whiph promieed rain. It was unpropitious weather for a fete at Versailles, zieverthelose there was no look of visitors, and to 0110 of them, who wall aloei19 pacing the " Verte Allee," thief quiet, cool, grey den full of eat mist and moisture, had O penbilm charm of its Own, like a pietere in neutral dine, or anair in the minor key. eWhatdid it mean ? why had alie lied from him?.Could it be that she had misinterpret. ed his manner when they met? ' At • the first moment he had been toe' ehooked and startled. to kink ; had she im- agined that hie love died a sudden death when he found her so pitebusly changed ?, The thought gave him a pang of self-reproach. that never before had she. been so" dear to him. • like a rain.drop into the sea, leaving no trace heldindit• g"rew dusk, He longed to fold her in his arma and tell her anxiety, but she" had melted into the Oroivd He pursued his search with feverish it fine penetraling ramn. began to fall, and the throng of visitors gritAtally diverged, streaming . out at the gates, and along the broad, quiet Ameto to the station. . Etienne went with the rest. He felt a &n- ail:akin, for which he could hardly account, 'that ho•sliould find her in Paris. But where was he to look for hen? That Was the attestion he Wired himself ae, after leaving the St. Lazar° terminus, he deed hositating in the Ratead'Amsterdara, .Then it occurred to him that shemight poasibly be lodging in her old , quarters"' in the Rae des Ewles once moref or at any' tate ho,might hear of her there. a_fiaore and drove aoroge the water to the familiar 'street. .The old • cona cane, with the Holland apron and tasselled cap of yore, was smoking a .post-prandial pipe st;the door of hie loge. ° " Gdod evening, Mr. Podevin," Etienne began. "Yon don't remember me, retie ; but I was a lodger of yours two years ago." The old ,man peered at him through the, duek and then nodded. "I recollect you now, though I did not at first. So many lodgers come and go you see, like the swallows, in • the couree cif two years," he mad, aPologetioally. • ," And it is but seldom, I suppose, that they \cane back to the old nest ?" • ' • " Well, it happens soinetimee;" the other retuned, knocking out the oho of his pipe against thadoor•poet. "For example, there is ,Georgette 'Trevillo-yen remember. her? the littleabevriere on the sixth; we need to call her ' Ma'imeelle lioesignol'—" . "Yes, yes," he aseented. eagerly; "it ale he irlesnhewolitirn • e haek 'to her old rooms it few' weeks ago. There was some excuse for my net reoognizing her. She cm eo altered, 1 thoughtit was her ghosfaa , • • " Had elle beeri ill ? ", "That woe what I asked 10. 'No,' oho eald, she had not been 11,1-11) had only 'beTenhostyitroVninn.' ggraean uttered an exeleemati on that wee like a cry of pain. " Good hub one It cannot be—": • • • The other nodded -at him ' as @ pressed the tobacco own his pipe. "You Would not have doubted it it you had Wen her., • She had been Bleat of work for Bernal -melte, elm told me ; an Rt be abort of work meant to be Blunt of , you We. It le a Common case.enongh, monsieur." Etienne Wita silent ; there was a choking wasation In his throat, and a mist before hie eyes. The old man watched him &trimly. "You were good friends, you and she, in the old tines. She will be glad to eee you again, pauvre petite. She has been ill the lest few days with a ;sort of low fever, and ham not been downstairs." . "Bat she was at Vanilla" tide afternoon ?" His companion tainted at him: ' Net likely. She tvas In bed thief morning, and my wife eaid she ponied worse." 0' She was St 'Versailles OW aterneon, for I saw lier 1" Etienne persisted. Mr. Rodevin pushed his cap wide, and rubbed his heed with a puzzled look, " That is ad, Ibays, not stirred from tide loge, eve, wear I never eaw her pus. _Fereitye v it the did go she has eintainly rettaned try thio time, for she wa$ nher out alter desk, and if yen would like to see her -10 Yee, I will go upstairs at one,' Etienne interrupted, and he turned away: A, host of tender recollection' rushed upon him as be moonted the familiar steam to Georgettaa door. It was half open, and he paused it moment on the threahold, looking in. The room wile in 'bedew except near the window, where the rays ot the rising moon " madesa dim silver twilight," and ehowed him -Georgette, witted with her back towards him at the little work -table. She etill wore her hat and jecket, and was leaning with her forehead on her folded hears, in en attitude of madam or dejection. Hlo heart beat painfully as he creamed the room to her hide, and laid hie hand lightly on her alionicler. She did not atir or opeak. "Georgette 1" he whispered, then gently raised her hearkancl drawing it back against his breast, bent and kissed l2er. Marble was not colder than the lips which s h met Iti idder ran through him from head to foot. 'His heart thrilled him with a sudden awful fesa. "Georgette !" ho oried aloud. There tvaa no answer. • "310 has fainted," he gasped; "she has -only-fainted. She will be better pre. untenHo 111 the nervelessafigure in his arma, and laid it on the bed; then went to the stair -head and called loudly for aseistanoe. When the concierge, and those of the lodgers who Ind heard the suramons, came hurrying in, he was on his knees at the bed• aide, chafing one of the little cold hands and trying to warm it in 'hie breast. it Bring the light here," he eald, abruptly, to Mr, Podevin, who carried a email head- lamp. The latter complied, holding it so that the light felafall upon the figure on the bed. The face was- waxenswhite, and- awfally still ; the eyes were !awed, the lips parted in a amikaof unearthly eerenity. " Oh, God -my darling 1" The ory broke hoaraela' from hie white lips, as he eank on his knees ai tha bedside. " Georgette, my love, my little dove Have found you oaly to lose yea for ever? Speak to me-alook at me!" . But the "shy blue eyes" would never meet his again; the meet lips were genital for ,eivjueri.thaes n All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatienea eeoarrenow, the hope, and the fear, and longing." • • For her all was ended, but for him there were Om deaolate years to come : the loneli- ness, the weariness, the aching sense of loos whioh would never pass away. Ten minutes later a doctor had been sum- moned, and the little room was fall of horror. etuok and compassionate faces. " Syncope -inanition ; defective action of the heart -humph 1" muttered the.sargeon, as he Wised hims5lf after a brief examination; "When did this happen? Who saw her- ?" a I saw her this afternoon, monsieur," a woman's voice replied, and the epeaker came foreargad. I leagisain _the_ 'next moan, and when 1 pasod her door abent two o'clock she was getting ready to go out.. I was eurprised, as she lammed "OBI, but she told me she had promised to meet eeerlend at Versailles. How- shialantlowhen-Leturnedsalie- was sitting at the table there, as if she had fallen asleep." ," It was the [deep thatlnaws no waking," spoke the doctor gravely. • Etienne, who had not yet moved or apoken, row slowly to his' 'feet. " What time -- was that?" she asked, in it • voice not his Own. ' • Via "Three o'clock monsieur, as Amiss I can gneh." • • The 'young man's figure siayea as if he were falling. He put Ilia hand to :his ayes. Aweaand wonder too deep for words over- powered him. The angel of death had summoned Georgette before the hour appointed for their meeting. was Was it,then-what emit, he -had wen at the trysting.pleee ? We' are told thet "love 14 stronger than death." Is it irreverent to believe that its magnetic power . might be permitted for a moment to draw binar a spirit from the shadowy borders of the Silent Land 7-.111. E. Fenn. in the Argosy for October. WIDDOWS ACMta-The Edinburgh Weekly Scotsman says that on it recent Sunday Mr.' F. G. Widdows, ex monk, pteaohed in Chalmers' Territorial Free Church,and dur- ing the sermon a disturbance was created by some younglade, who called out "Como .down, you impostor." The result was COn, siderable excitement in the congregation, and Mr. Vaiddowe appealed to all to keep their seats, for if there !mai; a rush to the door wine of them might be killed. The polioe were called and the 'boys apprehended. When they appeared in tho street in charge of the police a largo crowd gathered, and missiles were thrown. The boys were brought before the Police Court ,next day and sentenced to pay-Sweenie, a fine of thirty shillings, or go to jail for twenty days, and Dempsey a fine of twenty shillinga, or go to jail for ten days. • Alt gXTZNSIVIS Bilann.-The Detroit Post and Tribune has been interviewing the, "posselsor of the longest beard on record, Mr. Edwin Smith, of Fairfield, near Adrian, Mich. The beard =Mures 7 feet 6a inches. Mr. Smith haw farmer, 47 yeare old, 6 feet high and weighs only 145 pounds; hair and beard sandy and tinged with grey. Hie twin brother, lege bearded, is stouter and enjoys much better health.No unusual growth of hair is noticeable in any other,member of the fanny. Mr. Smith had shim, face in ohild. hood, began to shave at the age of thirteen, but "toppe(l Weaving eighteen years ago. 1110 halr felhick and ottong and hue to be out fortnightly. , •.• • , The moonily of some means of aeouring . the proper care of (tattle in transit hoe long been recognized by humanitarians. A. Binge, of this city, has perfected and patented it combination of water tanko and troughs and feed woke which oan wally be erected in any ordinary cattle ear and nem to answer the purpow exactly. Then' are easily filled and regulated through openings in the top of the oar and involve very little labor. The device is to le brought to the attention of interested' Vallee in Ohichtgo and thie ask end ammo to be worthy of careful inveatiga- tion.----D etroit Post anci Tribune. The distribution of the estate of W. S. O'Brien of San Francine, amounting to nine Million dollen, by di:161010n of . the Probate 'Court has been indefinitely poet. poned, the'betate being it dependant in four nits brought by John H. Burke against S. 0. Floodand others, amounting to §38,944,, 000. The ring round the ration is caused by the re. fleotion.of rapid the moonlight from partielee• of condensed vaper,and is similar in its origin to a rainbow. It shows the 'air to be ein. charged, with Moieture, and to that extent it Is a sign of rain. The euperstitiohe notion about the number of Hume, an ebordity. ' ti21)\.°irele mber of etas within :44 T$1110.1rallle. (From the Wolin FelKaore.) year Vathelle 11taevening lide Walked ous what her own Ono love - The thick green grass beneath their feet, And the thick green trees ahoy& :Then Zuska said," My own sweeesseart, Give me one kiss before we peat." The listening grasses heard and saw,. And could net the secret keep-. The dear, sweet secret 1 Every blade Whiapered the tale to the sheep -- The slily pheep, 'who were so glad They straightway told me shepherd hula The ehepherd tald a traveller team he loved fair Nathalie) The traveller told a ostler boy One night on the lonely Bea; The pallor to Ids roving ship Too quickly let the aeoret slip. For the ebip to the salt sea waves, That everun to and fro, field, " When the inland mere come. To mix with the peemes Sow, • Ask after Nathalle, pretty one, And it the handsome Zinnia won." So at the last that river beard That Sowed by risithalie's cot, And the maid's mother one fine day Went there with her water -pot, And heard the tale, and told the =midi, And many an angry word waa sold. Nathalie Maraca the river much, And the rivet blamed the sea. The sea said. 'with an angry roar, "The ship ie to blame, not me." The ship, Woad wildly to and fro, Creaked out," The 801101 101(1 me so.'" The sailor said," The traveller 10 the one that should be blamed." The traveller said ," The shepherd boy Should never the tale have named I surely thought, so far away No harm can come frem.what I say.' The shepherd blamed the tattling sheep. • • 'Tlae sheep cried, "Oh and mast: So mobil of grief and quarrelling comes Secause of that tell-tale grass. What on earth did it see amiss In little Ne.thalie's parting kiss ?"' humorous. A chasm that Often eeparatee friends - tearoom. • ri Goas•you please is it good gait, but paye as, yen go is.a better. Speaking of naatioafterms, was Noah'swite. hie first mate? • Reversible sandwiches are an Omaha inven. ' tion. -They wear twice as tong as the ordinary., railroad kind. Upon it modern gravestone in Vincennes -cemetery apeears the plaintive legend "Biaa neighbor played the coronet.' The b0Y with a gold watch wants to know what. tines ibis twice as often .as rides the boy with . theasilver chronometer. The man who fell off the fence into tho brambles WWI ninoh nettled by the occur- rence. 4' We hape thiatle be apPrecieted," • A. Facia -You may meet with twenty men • in the day who stutter, but. you • never hearct of a woman who had an impediment in her speech. A young man in Nebraska sent an offer oft marriage to a girl whom he fancied, awl in, reply received a telegram: "Come on with your minister." . A College student in rendering' to his father eigraceenticofehleelatirienreahoweeinsertellet=e— " To charity,. a3U." . His father wrote . back, "1 fear charity covera ri multitude of eine." . • • . " Sympathize with me !" eidiidh mer- chant who bed failed. Regret nty, em- barrawment 1 You'd better eympathize with my &editors', and -mown over their embatraestaent." After spending a "dear tablang &tan oarpetaia-- andanother in moving and setting up house- : • hold gooda, a fellow feels as though he could give Methuselah a hundred pointa and then . • - beat him on age. '•• . , • "-Have you any Nairno in colore ?" mired the young lady, smiling meetly on the drugs-. gist's clerk". "Yes, raise ; we have some in blue and green." "Norman red?" she seised.- " No, miss." '1 Then. you have s poor assortment': she said. "Yes, very poor; we • • • haven't it rail sonde! , ' ' • - A. new device has been designed by which a. • linen ulster can .be used all winter and appear se warm as a beaver- overcoat. The. old plan of putting a fur collar on a linen coat, . has been done sway with, and now a fireplaoe is painted on the tail of the linen ulater," in natural colors, and the wearer looks as though, he was in a profuee perspiration in the coldest weather. • ' It seems as if the old fones never wottld, 'learn kb understand a boy. They can't one • • to ol:apprehend why he phould be so unani. moue in regard to getting up at four o'clok. in the morning to take part in a fishing exeursion, whileit acquiree the expenditure of three tons of energy -to arouse him at seven'o'cloek when there is 6 coral of wood. to pile • up. 'Even politipians and other wientists can't explain ' - The oharge against the prisoner was lar- ceny,. and he had made a desperateeffort to ' prove an alibi. One of his neighbors wag- - called to the tand to bear witness to the worth of the prisoner's.word. "What," asked, the judge (it was in Arkansas), " is the priso- ' wee reputation for veracity ?" " Wa'al. middlin' fair, judge-middlin' fair," replied the witness; " he'd always bed' the same wife ever duce he lived in Pike, though I b'leeve he did have a couple over in Tennessee last , winter, but-" And then the Court kept hira• quiet long enough to explain to him just what thei were talking about. Two grammariane were wrangling the other , day, one contending -that it was only proper to.say, "My wages is high," while the other noisily insisted that the correct thing was, - " My wage!! axe high." Finally they etopped O dasalaborer and submitted .the question to him. "Which do you say,' Your wagers, is .• high,'.or, 'Your wages are high 7" "01, oft ", widler Imageries 1" he nide resuming his _ pick; "700 naythur ov Ye right ; me wages is low, bad lute to !em." ' "Are you a professor of religion, my little fellow ? " ailed a lady of her pastoraasix•yeara old boy recently. . "No, ma'am," was the little boy's prompt responie ; "-I'm only the, profestrorai eon." ' Yakoob Khan is a very nice man„. And hisfriendship may not be a plant; Bigtkriaharthough gvtrTe m • snow be aicobfa The paseenger trainmen on the Pennsyl- vania Railroad have been instructed that while on duty they must appear in -fall regulation uniform, and while on the tram they mud keep the coat alwaye but• toned down before, like the lamented Mr. a Grime. Application will be made at the next M. !don of the Legialature for it charter, for a company to conetruot a railway to beeeielled the - Toronto & Nipiesing Extenelon Bali fay whit% will run from Coboconk, 'on the T. & N. Re to the Snowden miner, a thence to the Township of Dungannon, in tho Cotanty Of Flutings, and thenee to. • Ottawa. The ory Atilt is " more height cars," and freight agents aro at their Wits' end to knew" what to do with the wounsulationa of grain and other property. One Citing° road re - Med 200 oats of wheat in one day. All the rude are building or buying more oars and - will be in bettor condition own to da the bonuses offered. The present, rola le not • likely to keep up very long, ancl Mill there hi a Vast amount of freight of ail kinds to be moved daring the winter.