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To hind who waits amid the world's applause
Rle share of•i-aatice. toiling clay by day,
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To him who waits beyond the darkness dreer,
The meriting cometh with refulgent light, -
Bringiug assurance of a day more bright, •
To him who waits.
To him who waits, though tears may often; fail
And knees be bound in sorrow and in prayer,
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For him who waits.
To him who wails and reaches out his hands
To aid a toiler up life's beetling crags,
Snroeatle will come from every ill that Sags,
• To him who wake.
Toebim who waits, and struggles not in vain
To overoome the evils that abound
Within his breast, sweet will the victory sound
To him who waits.
' To llim who waits, there domes a wily throng,
Who ewer and scoff and look with baleful
,yea ;
But what of them ? They are but gnats and
Mee,
To him who waits.
To him who waits, there must be recompense;
For useful work, whatever may betide,
little beauty, who had oaa glance in my
direotion in the course of her survey., and
who, I was afraid might be hurt by my in-
discreet and sudden infatuation.
I cannot call my newly born admiration
by any other name ; for it was not merely
love at first eight, it was something more.
With all her loveliness, there was that
about her wbioh fascinated ae well as at.
tooted; I felt that this little girl still
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fore not yet emanoipated from the school-
room, possessed in bet a power of oom-
mand which asserted itself in her leek, her
"manner, her whole gait, and. yetnever
militated seeds n$ that feminine atiraotive.
nese whioh she already possessed to molt
an eminent degree.
It was plain that the opring-
time of life in a woman destined
to be admired was blooming in
this girl, in harmony with the spring
weather outside, and that all those preoious
gifts of beauty, graoe, and gentlenesn;
warmed by a generous soul within, were
impatient to bloseom forth and reveal
their charm to a world she could not have
et known.
ea'asiallintY
wi.hing with all my heart that when her
lit, , whioh was evidaulty now rushing test
to ire flood, had reaohed the point where
her destiny would have (French fashion)
to be deoided for her by others, it might be
so ordained above that so gentle, modest
and comely a creature might be reserved
for an existence of tranquil happiness snob
as suited the angel form with which I con-
sidered her already favored.
Presently, and to my utter consterna-
tion, the little Venus passing close to me,
and looking not in the least timid or
abashed, whispered into my ear that she
wished to speak to me.
" Monsieur, j'ai a you, parler" ; and as
I heard the words the blood rushed into
my cheeks, and even to the roots of my
hair, for I was fairly dumbfoundered.
That a French girl, a lady, and evidently
a high-born one, should, without exhibiting
the slightest sign of bashfulness, have
deliberately requested a total stranger to
Dome and speak to her, was more than I
could compass ; while 1 felt within me the
pedestal tottering upon whioh a minute
before I,had exalted this goddess, and all
the time I was dreadingthat the idol might
falnd be dashed to pieces.
The vision had been so beautiful, was the
ea1iLy_to i n raeit _wntirw1v
To him who waits, the stars are always friends;
The restless ocean, aid the azure sky,
All things in nature speak and prophesy,
To him who waits.
To him who salts, true love will some day
come,
And lay an offering at his blameless.shrine;
Life will be love, and love will be divine,
To him who waits.
To him who waits; the world will some day
cheer
And sing hie praises ; Fame's mysterious gates
Will open for him ; heaven seem more near, ,
To him who waits-.
—Moses GAGE auxin.
WON BY AN _ ENGLISHMAN
A LOVE STORY.
CHAPTER I.
- In 1869, on a beautiful afternoon in May,
that month of months in Paris.. when the
gay world dons new garments, in sympathy
with the new foliage of spring, and strives
to vie with awakening nature in richness
of color, of taste, and of grace, I was return-
ing from a delightful ride in the Avenue
dee--A rimia-s--ht-the code o o e, a
my thoughts perfumed, as it were, by the
freeh inhalations of the acacia bloom,
and purified by the delioione and sparkling
air whioh gives.. to Parisians -their-peouli-
nrly bright oharaoteristioa. Lifted by the
power of self-assertipg. spring into a
,oealthier atmosphere of lofty projects,
charitable intentions, and noble resolves, I
suddenly bethought myaelf of a modest
pate aux huitres and a glare of Madeira at
G uerre'e, the fashionable confectioner at
'the corner of the Rae de Rivoli and the
' Rue Castiglione.
It is extremely annoying to find . how
quickly Material wants assert their superior
power over our mental aspirations ; and
indeed it is not a little humilating turtle -
cover that it is so, though it may be some
consolation to know that the greatest men,
, like the most insignificant, have been no
expeotions to this rule.
As soon is the idea of a glass of wine
had entered my head, away went the noble
conceptions, pions projeote, and . that
tender communion with verdant nature,
whioh had eo inthralled and delighted me,
and flay sole preoccupation wee to dis-
mount and proceed to the confectioner's. "
Daring the great days of the last years
of. the Empire, Guerre was more than an
excellent patissier ; it was a fashionable
ialaoe of rendezvous, where people of all
elude invariably met by aooident—
where any one whom anybody else was par-
tioularly anxious to, see would be sure to
walk in by the merest chance, and where
pleasure•partiee for the morrow were
plannedon the spur of the moment.
Great ladies stopped there, to eat une
petite tarte aux fraises, until by incredible
good look their latest admirers walked in
on the chance of meeting with an acquain-
Canoe.
Young girls fresh from- some music
or dancing court world appear, followed by
their governesses, and after relishing an
ice go away, their minds filled With the ao-
ourate though hasty study of the toilets
they had eeen.
Serious matters may even have
been discussed and momentous re
solutions affecting a lifetime taken
in • that gay and brilliant . shop ;
but for the most part all that took plane
there bad but the petty incidents of exist-
ence for their object ; and few of those who
met by appointment or by chance ever
thought of the possible consequences that
might follow a mild flirtation, a word said
in fun, or a secret too lightly rdvealed.
The shop was full when on this particular
afternoon I entered it ; and though I felt
certain I would not be long there without
finding an acquaintance, nay, even Dulling
some invitation likely to prove entioing
and agreeable, I had no other thought than
that whioh animated the sage Ulysses when
rescued from the waves on the hospitable
chores of Ithaca, and requested to narrate
his adventures ; ho expressed a longing foto
a biscuit and a glass of wine.
Mademoiselle Celestine, or• Mademoiselle
anybody else, having given me what 1 ro-
quired,.I presently noticed the entrance from
the Rue Castiglione of a lovely girl about
17 yearn of age, dressed to perfection, and
accompanied by her governess, a meek
nor* of a person, with eyes modestly cast
down,,
As she threaded her way to the counter
with an"Ala pardon,' madame," here, and
"'Meroi," there, as people made way for
her, I thought 1 had never beheld so graoo-
fnl a figure , nor so enchanting a person.
When, however, she had given the orders
oho wished, and looked round apparently to
discover where she could relish her ice in
peace, and presented to my enraptured
gaze the fall beauty of her face, I fancied I
had never beheld, outside a picture
f f Greuze, anything so beautiful,
gentle and love -inspiring. Her bright,
smiling eyes spoke to a character full of
mirth and guileleeeness ; her aristooratio
nose, her tiny mouth, and the splendor of
her golden -brown hair made her youth
look as if it were encircled by a frabie of
dignity interwoven with garlands of at-
tractive flowers., •en
Altogether I thought she was quite the al
prettiest Fronoh girl I had ever seen ; and`I an
it cost mo some effort to stop gazing at the no
The awakening, however, was sodden
enough to justify the blush that suffused
my countenance ; but while a tempest of
conflicting feelinge reigned within me, the
light, intoxicating perfume of violets, whioh
accompanied her se a breath of her own
personality, filled my senses, and the com-
manding tones of her request noted as a
spell on my movements, sothat involun-
tarily I found myseltcifollowingher.
All of a sudden it occurred to mei that
after ail I; might be mistaken—that her
beckoning was addressed to some one else;
and that by doing what I believed to be her
bidding I might wound the pride of this
gentle and beautiful creature.
I was even about to turn back, when she,
an if guessing my thoughts, looked round,
and seeing me, smiled so prettily that it
gave me courage, while it effectually put an
end to any desire to retreat.
When she got to the end of the shop she
requested her governess to get her .some.
thing else she had forgotten ; and then
calling me by my name, eaid in silvery
accents, snoh as a month like hers could
alone produce,
" How kind of you to cine to me at my
request, and how silly you most think me 1
But I know you very well, though - I am
too young for you to know me, and I want
so very mnoh to have a serious talk with
you. Yon are going to -night to the
Duchene de la Roohemontant, I know, and
I em going too. It is my first ball ; and if
you will let me dance the ootillon with yon,
you will do me a great favor, because then
we oan have so much more time to speak
than during anyother dance. Bat'I ani
!so selfish," treeing I was about to answer
her, " I only think of my own pleasure,
and entirely forget that yon may Already
have promised this dance to some one else;
I hope not, however."
" Mademoiselle, I can assure you that
the prospeot of a ootillon with you is one
which I look to with such delight that yon
need have no sornple in the matter," I
replied.
" How kind of you! " she answered. " I
wag euro you would not say no," and then,
offering me her hand- as a queen might
offer it to a humble alibied, I felt like the
subjeot as if in duty bound to kiss it
reverentially ; but the patissier's shop was
scarcely a plane to exhibit my devotion, and
I made it great and successful effort to
resist the impulse.
Her governess having by this time re-
turned, she smiled onoe more ; and with
as pretty an inclination of her lovely head
as could well knock into confusion the
few remaining clear senses I possessed, my
newly found divinity departed, leaving me
hopelessly in love with a mere hhild whose
name I did not even know.
The idea that I could not even give my
idol a name served the purpose of Teetering
somewhat my scattered intellect, and I
hastened atter her to discover, it possible,
by the arms on her carriage, or the livery
of her servants, or any other means, what
great name she might bear, convinoed as I
wee that no other than an illnstriona name
could (nit her matbhless beauty.
I was in such a hurry that I heard
several exclamations on my way to the
street ontranoe, accompanying the upset-
ting of one or two ioe.onts and probably
half a dozen Oakes, as I daehod rather than
walked to the door.
" Ab, le maladroit 1 quel hommo affaire 1
mon Dieu, West -ce gn'il Int prend 1 " in
variously high-pitched Ones. followed me
unheeded td the exit, where I arrived in
tire() to hear mademoiselle — what the
deuce was her name ?—Call out to her
coaohman to drive to la Comteeee de Chan-
talis—a lady I well knew—and wonder
once more at the extraordinary aplonfb of
this young girl, scaroly out of her teens,
who by dexterously throwing out this
address, as it were, to me, seemed to gnesa
what was uppermost in ray thoughts,. end
to give me the -paeans of realizing my
wishes.
More stupidly smitten than over, I re-
called to mind the momentary fear I had
tertained that , the reality would, after
I, oblige mo to dethrone my first fanny ;
d now I blamed myself for having oven'
far done her wrong ae t
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whisper in the ear of a man she did no
know wart even unusual.
Of course, I reasoned; what see hi
done was quite natural, while her aubsa
quent explanation showed that 'else we
equally in the right. Shp knew me, if
did not know her; and was it not right o
her, knowing me, and what she wanted t
tree me about, to tell me that she wished t
sneak to me? Not knowing her,nor th
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been jpetified in my surprise ; but sae
surprise did not say mnoh in favor of m
knowledge ' of oharaoter, , for it clearl
proved I could not discriminate betwee
honest bine eyes and other eyes—that is,
between a straightforward purpose and a
canning one; and the result of this (loge.tation was, that I ooneidered myself
wholly unworthy of being made the oon•
fidant of this dear little girl, though re-
solved that nothing in the world would
prevent my being that confidant, it possible.
"Quatre franoes, monsieur," said a voice
at my side. memo ? " None one vingt sons de
pates et dix de madere ; trente sons ; plus
t congregated in the magnificent slalom of
the dnobeeae's hotel in Rue de Grenelle ;
d and as I mede.my way through the line of
liveried servants, and up the go; eons stair.
a oase, with its Clobelintapestry and Baboarat
I crystal chandeliers, every one I met .seemed
t to have oouepired with one another to ask
o me the same question—" Avez•vone vn la
o nouvelle de batante ? "
e Why should they ask me the question,
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h guilty apprehension that my aoquaintanze
y with her, made as it had been in so curious
y a manner, had probably been noticed, and
n consequently reported.
1 careful y hid all knowledge, howeve:,
behind such searching remarke as, " On l'a
dit tort idle ; j'en entends beauooup de
bien ; elle dolt etre oharmante ; sa tante
m'en a parte."
As no one answered these platitudes by
some hint that I. ought to know better than
most, I was satisfied that all was as it
should be. -
Presently thelrawing-room was reaohed ;
and having made my bow to the dnoheese,
I disooverod, a knot of young men discuss -
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qua re lance. was epeeohlees• but
seeing the imperturbable countenance of
the serving -girl, whose sole business in life
was to collect sons and distribute oakea, it
was evident that argument would have
been of no use ; and, after all, if the refreeh-
ments did not Dome to four francs, was
not my love—oh dear, how I wished I
knew her name 1—worth the extravagant
expenditure ?
I paid like+ man and left the shop, dir-
ecting fay steps I• knew not where, but of
course in the direotion of la Oomtesse de
Ohantalis.
CHAPTER II.
In due time I reached the Hotel Ohan-
talip in the Boulevard Maleeherbee ; and as
1 approached the house an elegant
victoria, drawn by two splendid email
bay horses, dashed ander the poroh
to deposit upon the marble
landing a fashionably droned and hand-
some woman, who was_ no other than my
friend the countess' herself.
Seeing me coming in at the porch just as
the concierge was about to close its doors,
she waved her glove and beckoned me to
her.
" You have come in the nick of time,"
she eaid, "for I was just about to give
orders that no one should be let in. I am'
gad -aired; oder acsta-dire-aut; d :a
go the opera before the ball this evening I
want to rest an hour if oan.
" Then I at once retire." . , -
" No, do not do that, for I want to tell
yon I have a -tam who makes her debut
this evening, and I shall like to hear what
you think of her. She has only left the
convent 'des Oiseaax' a year, and where
she gets her beauty from I cannot I tell,
for her mother` comes from the worthiest
but ugliest stook in all France; and as to
my dear brother -well, Richard de Brete-
niile'is not precisely a handsome man."
I was just able here to out in an artful
compliment -in the shape of an oath, that
the niece mnet have inherited her aunt's
beauty. How this could be I did not quite
make out ; but it appeared to satisfy my
friend, who laughed and said, "Toujonrs
galant ; quoiqu'il en eoit elle est ravise-
ante ma niece ; and you, will see that
Diane de Breteaille does honor to her
family,"
I, had gained my object. Diane was the
name of the fairy who had bewitched me,
and I had henceforth but one wish, viz., to
reach the hour of 11 p.m., when I could de-
cently prooeed in quest of Mademoisselle de
Breteaille at the duchess hall.
"Don't forget ° that you have to rest,
countess," I eaid, " or. rather, let 'me re-
member that you have to do so, and ask
your leave to pay my homage another
time."
" Well, yes, let me see—tomorrow. No,
to -morrow is all filled up ; but come the
day after—it is my day."
" Your day is like a reoeption at the.
Tuileries — one sees everybody but the
boateee."
" You do not oare to dine en famille, with
Raymond and myself pour tout potage ? "
" Nothing I should like better."
Well,'then, Dome to -morrow, and may.
be I oan meanwhile induce my brother
Richard and his wife and daughter to come
too."
"That would be charming 1" I exolaimed
with a` vivacity of expression and snob a
gleam of delight in my eyes that the
countess stared at me with a puzzled look,
whioh I was not slow to dismiss, lest my
indiscreet joy might mar the prospeot of
Wise she had just held before me.
"You are atoniehed at my enchant-
ment," I° said ; " but you would not be it
you knew how gracious I think it of you to
allow a poor forlorn stranger in this big
Perla to bo admitted in tho bosom of your
family. The French are so exclusive in
this respect that I take it as a great oom-
pliment whenever they do me .such - an
honor as you have just bestowed."
Accustomed as polite Frenchwomen are
to well-turned phrases, still this little
speech was not enough to explain the burst
of radiancy .whioh illumined my counten-
ance . a moment before ; and the countess
must have thought sq, as, giving me her
hand, she said with a knowing smile, "Au
revoir me direz an jour le secret de oette
subite animation ." .
We parted, and a burning heat consumed
my cheeks and Bare, such as one often feels
after a Billy act or a foolish speech ; but
there was no help for it, and,no doubt the
evenings proceedings -would set matters
right ; while I thought, with some comfort
to myself, I had preserved intaot the secret
of Amy meeting with the countess's niece.
Evening name at last, and as the French
proverb bee it, " Tout vient a point a quit
snit attendre;" though in my experience I
havo often found that, however patiently
anything has been expeoted, its ;arrival,
when acoorrlpliebed, is geneqrally found to
have been solely delayed by the patience of.
the expectation.
Help . good fortune by every effort is
rather the guiding motto I most fanny ;
and indeed I. havo seldom found that a
little earthly, helping has not materially
determined a providential stroke of luck.
Convinced that a girl's first ball, adorned
as it was by a previous flavor of romance,
was likely to bring the girl horeelf at an
earlier hour than otherwise to the scene
of her coming exploits, I made no scruple
of being unfashionable, and arriving, it not
exactly in time to light the candles, at least
very soon after they kgere lit.
Early, as I did arrive, however, it wee
at I should quickly join t • em.
When I reached the group—whioh was
not easy, as the crowd in this particular
room was, uncomfortably great -- they
began a series of gesticulations, and from
euoh Dame pouring moet fervent encomiums
about , a new beauty who had just a
moment before passed with her
mother into the ball -room, and the parti-
orders of whom they wanted to know from
all their acquaintances.
As I happened to be stanchly devoted to
dancing, I of course knew as well who were
the beet dancers among the girls out as I
did among the married women, whioh ie
perhaps the reason why I was so eagerly
appealed to.
" Je viens d'avoir une . vision ; ,her
ami," said le Vicomte de Monoalpin, a
young man of large expectations and little
brains. , ' -
Vet tepromener, une vision ; die done
bein une realite, Adalbert ;," and then,
turning to mo, le Comte de Livelalongue
mysteriously patted me' on the shoulder,
and whispered, "Une beanie 1"
" Un. brin de Neons," eaid a cadet from
St. Cyr.
" Eine divinite en robe de bal," remarked
it young . scion of a noble house, then pre-
paring for "le Baooalaureat,"
" a oollnnlatu ? ' alikerile vied
" How oan I know her merely by suoh a
desoription ?" said I—" a vision, a reality,
a morsel of Venus, and a ball -clad divinity.
I ask you, how ie a man to say whether he
knows one woman answering to all these
desoriptione at once ? Tell me her name."
" Mademoiselle de Breteaille—at least I
think so," said the count with the long
name, "for she followed 'Madame de Berte-
nille."
I know it is," replied the St. Cyrien,.
"for I saw Amedee de Dnrnois make hie
bow to her, and he told me her name."
"In that case, messieurs," I said with a
lofty manner, suited, I thought, to the
subject, " I have the honor of knowing her,
and agree with yon that a lovlier being has
not yet graced, the earth, at least since I
have been called upon to tread it."
"You must introduoe ne," they all sang
out, at once. '
"'Certainly," I replied, and left them.
As soon as I entered the ballroom I per-
oeived Mademoiselle Diane, surrounded by
a host of young men anxione to be the first
to trot out the belle of the room and even-
ing, and be honored by her acceptance.
She sat, se is -tumid in France, on a form
opposite her mother's, who, I perceived,
was a short, wiry person of delicate com-
plexion and well-bred featnree, but without
a trace of good looks about her. Indeed,
without being plain, she was so strikingly
wanting in color and attractiveness that I
could not help marvelling how the brilliant
star opposite could in any way be related
to her, and where she had inherited that
wonderful lustre whioh illumined her
countenance.
The novelty to her of the entertainment,
the pleasure she seemed to experience, the
anticipation of a triumphant evening, and
the promise of it already made certain by
the number of aspirants to the honor of
her partnership in the dance,hall served to
heighten her dolor, give brilliancy to her
eyes, and life to those inward emotions of
enjoyment whioh it is the privilege of girl-
hood to exhibit with peculiar freshness.
She was eo simply and prettily dressed,
besides—all white, and flowers in -her hair;
but the dress was the work of the beet
maker, and the flowers were natural.
She wore no jewellery but a single row of
pearls round her lovely neck, and so beau-
tiful did she look that for a few moments I
stood riveted at the entrance, quite lost in
admiration.
A friend passing by me, and noticing my
enraptured gaze, palled out, "Ah, l'henrenx
ooquin 1 savonrant son ootillon."
" Comment, to sail ? "
" Parbleu I " replied ho, "elle non promet
tout except() 00 ootillon qua tons nous lei
demandons."
"_ What, then, makes you suppose that I
am to havo that pleasure,? "
e Allows 1" said he, " ne fain pas le moine
(fest une affaire arrangee ; j'ai vn ton nom
stir son eventail."
" Then," I reply, " it is time I clinch
this matter," and I went forward to make
my bow, and ask her whether I might be
honored by a dance with her, requesting at
the same time that after we had settled
this point I might be introdneed to her
mother.
" All is promised," she said, with a
doliciops smile ; " I have nothing for you."
"All ! " I exclaimed, loud enough to be
heard by the girl's mother.
"Every dance," she replied.
"Even the ootillon, mademoiselle 2 "
" I have not exactly promised that yet,"
she answered, with a knowing and amused
look.
"! World it be too much to ask yon to
dance it with me ? "
"Yon would be tired of Gee before the
end."
"How oan yon suppose such a thing ? "
"But a man like yon cannot find any-
thing very entertaining in so young a girl."
All this was said with overflowing
mirth, and I was not' anxious to end the
dialogue.
" I might put it otherwise," I eaid, " You
may not caro to dance with so blase a
man."
" Well, . 1'11 try," she replied, " if -you
promise not laugh at my school -room .
manners."
" I have lived for this hour ; " whereupon
she turned to hers mother, and with that
same sang-froid I had so mnoh admired in
the afternoon,she introduoed.me. as the
friend of Jeanne de" Chantalie, by which
means the mother- had no need to inquire s
how it was I had become acquainted with
herdsughter, and I wee spared the explana-
tion whioh would naturally have been
asked.
are all demure, silty things, longing to get
married eo as to enjoy life, and incapable
of approoiating some of their girlish days.
Whoever. knows the French in' their
intimacy wiii find some Frenoh girls to the
full as cheery; as pleasant, as attractive as
our own, though they, it must beconfeesed,
are sadly few in numbers, owing to their
too etriot bringing up. On the other hand,
when the exception is seen, the
exception becomes in reality the
event of a life —enjoyed in the present, re-
collected with pleasure as the days roll by
and thought of with a smile on the lip
when their names and frolics recur in after
life.
ui e—an ang e, w o owe' it to her training
not to'be une diablesse—a girl whose will re-
belled against constraint, and whose heart
controlled her will—a flower in the bud
impatient of sunshine to blossom into 1
arrant beauty, and yet kept baok by. ho.
influences sufficiently powerful to etay too
hasty a growth.
Impulsive though she was, and charming
through that impulse, which quickened her
blood and gave to her face those marvellous
lighte and ehades whioh- expreeeed her
thoughts even before she gave, them word,
she was still eminently French in this,
that she warmed to those who showed her
attention and love ; and if I must inaisi
upon this, it is only because the sequel will
prove thecorrectnessof the statement.
The ballroom was filling, and I therefore
did not stay long with the Marquise de
Breteaille, but went away as the first notes
of a waltz were being struck. Diane was
led off by an impatient terpsiohorean.
`But all things come to an end ; and
towards three o'olook the prelude to the
ootillon was played whioh summoned me
to the aide of my divinity, whom I hurri;e
to two chairs previously sebnred in a corns
of the ballroom as far away from "la
maman Breteaille "_ is I could, so as to
enjoy my new love's confidences.
h . T v ..h• T f•ltjhwr
arm in mine is•to make a trite, Billy state-
ment ; for any one oan guess who has ever
felt the mysterious warmth whioh the first
contact with a loved being spreads through-
out the frame, how raptured was the blies
I felt at Cast moment : but when, in unison
with this delightful electric sensation, 1
peered into her deep bine eyes, pure as the
light whioh illumined her soul, and spark-
ling with the innocent consciousness of an
evening enjoyed without a drawback, lit
required all the moral courage I could
command not to startle the lovely girl by
an indiscreet, or at least a premature, token
of the love she had inspired me with, and:
whiah I felt burning in every fibre. I most
have looked all. I felt,for, womanlike, she
laid herself out to fan the flame by the most
bewitching looks, the most captivating
movements, and, above. all, by the most
radiantly bright smiles I,had ever seen.
Her smile remains to this dey one of those
long recollections whioh never fade ; it was
so genuine, so descriptive of her inmost
self ; itparkled on her countenance like
the rayl of sunshine on arose from which
the morning dew is just evaporating ; and
while it gave to her face a halo half sacred,
half earthly, it seemed the more delighfnlly
divine from its having a 'touch of the
mortal in it.
As soon as we were seated in our corner,
she said, in a half -frightened bone,
" I do hope you did not think I behaved
indiscreetly this afternoon ?"
Well, mademoiselle, as you ask the
question, I will frankly tell you that I never
admired indiscretion so much." -
(To be continued),
He Could Count.
Munsey's Weekly : Applicant (to proprie-
tor of great newspaper)—"Have you a
vacancy on your etaff, sir ?"
Proprietor—" I need a circulation affi-
davit editor, but I don't know that you;
would snit."
" I think I would, sir. I have been a
census enumerator at Minneapolis."
" The plane is yours 1"
r Sizzling and Red Hot.
Rochester Herald : The Union says that
" Ella Wheeler 'Wilcox continues to pro-
duce tropical poetry;" and gives the fell w-
ing as a specimen of her reliant prods
tions
She smiles, in a mad tiger fashion,
As a she -tiger fondles her own ;
I clasp her with fierceness and passion,
And kiss her with shudder and groan.
That is one of Ella'e rinte-nuptial pro- '
daotione, neighbor. She knows better now.
•
Not tlach Change.
Hyde—There's a good deal of change in
the hotels in this city to -day as compared
with those of 20 years ago.
Parker—I don't think so. I had dinner
at the Charmer House last evening, and
when I paid for it I only got 75 cents out of .
a 1)10 bill. -
Struck it l+'irst Clip.
" Papa, are there lots of Iota out in
Boomtown ?"
" Yes, my boy.- Millions of 'em."
" Boomtown's something of a lottery
hen, ain't it ?"
" You bet it is," said papa, fervently.
•
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Left'With No rxcese..
" Well, Bill," said the tramp, " it's
time for us to ho getting off into the noun.
try."
" Why so soon ?"
" The city free baths are open."
A Wise Irian.
Clerk at Summer hotel -•Would yeti
prefer a room at the front or at the back?
Arrival—Whore does' the•band play?
Clerk—In front of the hotel,
Arrival—Then "give mo a r xom at th
bank. •
A man never gets too old for his mother
to stop calling him "her boy."
The only woman licensed as a ilot on
the great lakes is Miss Jespie Lau rd, uiL
.not before n .orowd...of,people •bail ethectdrr-1- Then; i r--n-m-a o ubd-n tone, 'reined, Doiilth. She is the owner of a yacht.