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Fair as the light of auroras' first beam,
As It conies blushing red o’er the sea:
Bright as the pICMues ol poet’s fond dream
Dear maiden, Is tby presenci to me.
Itche?rsme when pressed with life’s many
cares,
It brightens my pathway with gladness
and light;
When the hours grow dark and day disap
pears,
It makes all the world seem beautiful and
bright.
May naught e'er rise to break the fond tie
That binds our souls together in love;
Or cause In our bosom to wither and die
The feeling having Its origin above.
Dear one, may not a sorrow or lingering re
gret
E’er disturb thy tranquil young breast:
May any chance care on thy brow lightly set,
Nor cause theeone moment of bitter unrest.
As softly you glide down life’s tranquil stream!
The ocean of eternity before thee,
May the hours of thy life be as a joy-giving
dream.
And peace her sweet mantle spread o’er
thee. *
And O, that I too might, share tby dear boat,
And with thee float oceanward and dream
And dreaming thus and loving thee, forever
there float
Till heaven’s bright shore before us should
gleam 1
LOLA;
OK,
THE SONG BIRD OF GLEN ELDER.
Perclied high upon a hillside stood
brown schorl house overlooking
r Geln Elder, a deep, dark gorge, where
ran sparkling and singing through
sunshine and shade a noisy brook.
Away to the right, were milL that sent
up by night and day a busy whirr,
and clustered about were the humble
homes of the village of Tuscarora, and
looking as though they had straggled
away from its school house, or that
building had itself played truant and
gone up the hill for the purpose of
eliding down, to gather wintergreen
berries, or catch a view of the un
equaled panorama. What it really
did accomplish was the appropriating
all of the sweet summer breezes, rs
well as the fiercest of the snow-laden
blasts during the long winter months.
.From one of tbe Eastern colleges
had wandered thither a young gentle
man named Leslie, as master of
the pupils of Tuscarora. He was a
tall, muscular fellow’, with grave, blue
eyes and a wholesome color in his face
like that of winter apples. He had
arrived in early autumn, and had
stood in the doorway of the school
house, drinking in beautiful draughts
of nature when in her most poetic
mood. And every day as he clirned
to this eyrie toward cloudlaud he
paused and gained inspiration from
the pictures around him, while au
tumn drifted away with all the gor
geous treasures of dead leaves, and the
rigors of winter shut down upon the
little village, locking with icy fetters
the brook, turning the hills into a
melancholy white waste, and render
ing the path to the school house a toil
some ^e.
One day in February, as the sun was
beginning to melt away the snow in
little patches, the master, a3 usual, sat
at his desk and began calling the roll.
Name after name was responded to
until became to that of LolaDanforth.
“ Here,” was answered in a clear
voice.
“ Robert Danforth ?”
There was no response, and he
glanced over to the corner where bent
a little daik face over her book.
“Where is your brother, Lola?”
and receiving no response, he con
tinued; “Playing truant, as usual, I
presume, which is one of the vices one
is compelled to thiesh out of a fellow.”
The face was lifted from the book
burning red, while the great flashing
black eyes were fastened upon the face
of the master as he finished the roll-
call and took up the lessons.
Presently a lank, red-headed,
Watery-eyed youth slunk into the
school room and his usual seat. But
he did not accomplish it so slyly as to
escape the watchful eyes of the master,
who commanded him to come forth
and give an account of himself.
The poor, half-witted youth could
only reply by sniveling excuses.
They were not in the least respected
by Leslie, who, taking a Btout birch
rod from its place on the wall was
about to administer punishment,
when he was suddenly confronted by
the dark aud wrathful face of Lola,
who exclaimed with almost hissing
• utterance;
“You must not strike Rob. Indeed
you must not.”
” commanded the
your
ter.
rod and the
' raised the
iesceuded
ly clad form of the boy
not upor
Itflj
the pretty, round, plump shoulders of
Lola, for at tbe downward stroke of
the whip, she had encircled her
brother with her arms. Her eyes were '
fl ishing through t< ars ; the bio v had
deepened the scarlet on bar cheeks
and lips, and she quietly confronted
the chagrined teacher, who exclaimed:
“Will you go to your seat, Lola,
and leave this boy to the well-merited
punishment? Or, since your heart is
too tender to witness it, you may go
home.”
“Never!” answered the girl,
fiercely. “ I tell you he shall not be
whipped.” Then, as if fearing his
greater strength, she continued plead-
irgly: “ O, sir, do not punish him.
He is not just right, you know, and
when mother died she told me to
always care for aud protect him.”
The latter portion of her speech was
uttered through sobs, and after a
pause, she resumed : “ I sent him for
something, and dear Robby could
never guess at the time, so I am the
only one to blame.”
Again she lifted those wonderful
midnight eyes, with their long, dark,
tear-gemmed lashes to the flushed and
puzzled face above her. The voice of
the master was husky, as he gave
j them both permission to go to their
seats, and when the duties of the day
were over, the scholars gone home,
and he was lingering at his desk over
a difficult problem, the door opened
and disclosed the gypsy face of Lola
Danforth.
In her arms she carried a mass of
ground pine, intermixed with the
sweet scented blossoms of the trailing
arbutus, aud walking directly vp to
the desk of the master, she laid a por
tion of her treasure upon it, and said ;
“ It was for these Robby was late to
day, sir. I said I wished for them so
much, and—and he thought he had
plenty of time to get them where the
snow had melted off. But he went too
far and got to dreaming, as he does
when he is alone, so you see it was I
who was to blame, for I should not
have said that I wanted the flowers.”
“ You are a very brave little gill,
and I greatly admire the fidelity to
the trust imposed upon you by your
dead mother. Still I ought to do
something to cure your brother cf the
bad habit of loitering on the way to
school,” was answered.
“ Yes, I know, sir, but you must
never strike him.”
“ And you must never dictate or in-
interfere with my duty. However, I
am sorry your innocent shouldeis re
ceived the blow due him and next
time remember to keep your seat.”
“ I can’t do so, sir, and you shall
never strike him.”
“ And what wou’d you do, little
impertinence, should I some time
deem it necessary ?”
“I believe I should kill you!” aud
with flashiug eyes she involuntarily
closed her little brown hands into
pigmy fists, and then, as she saw him
glance down at them with an amused
smile, continued: “No, perhaps I
could not do that, but I should hate
you, and nothing could induce me to
ever come to school again.”
“ Then let us hope peace may reign
beiween us, Lola, until the end, ana
that I am forgiven f< r the blow of to
day.”
He extended his hand. She laid
her own in it for an instant, and
flashed upon him through her tears a
wondrous smile that lighted the dark
gipsy face as a suubeam out of a rain
cloud. Then, placingfanother bunch
of the perfumed, pink, shell-like
flowers upon his desk, she turned and
vanished out of the open door and
down the mountain side to join her
waiting brother.
When the master reached his hoard
ing house he questioned the landlady,
Mrs. Lane, regarding her singular
pupil, Lola. He learned that when
the was but four years old, a lady and
gentleman stopped at the village inn,
the gentleman too ill to proceed. The
physician who was summoned pro
nounced it a severe case of smallpox.
They were at once isolated in a little
log cabin far up the glen, where lived
an old lumberman and his wife, who
kindly took them in. They were
Lola’s parents and her father soon
died. The mother shortly after gave
birth to a poor, sickly tabv as unlike
his sister as potsible. Mrs. Danforth
was said to have been Spanish and an
actress or dancer—Mrs. Lane did not
remember which—and from her Lola
inherited her wierd beauty. As it
rned out, Madame Danforth was
ft quite impecunious upon the hands
* good lumberman and his wire,
tersj she settliul
iufttruolioniif
her cnildren, who, the lady declared,
could chatter to each other in Freuch
and Spanish “ like everything.” To
help towaid her support the joung
widow taught music to the rustics of
the country, until one day she was
found with her hand upon her heart,
her head pillowed upon the heaving
breast of her fwelve-y ear-old daughter,
gasping out tier life. When she had
commended her children to the care
of the Holy Mother, and faintly whis
pered to the weeping daughter that
she must care for and protect her
brother, she ceased to breathe.
“The girl must be older than she
looks,” said Mr. Leslie, deeply inter
ested in the romantic history.
“ Yes, she is sixteen, and still re
sides with the old people up the glen.
But, as she is getting sttong enough to
work, I presume she will soon have to
go out to service, though her foster
parents will be loth to give her up.
They look upon her as their own, and
the kind people of the village help
them to clothe the poor little things.”
The heart of the master echoed the
sigh of the landlady, aud that night
his dreams were all of the little dark
face in which was blended tenderness
and defiant anger. But at last he was
awakened by a confusion of sounds,
and became aware that the predicted
thaw had come, and sent a tuousand
little rivulets down the mountain side
to burst the icy fetters and swell Glen
Elder Creek to a mighty and turbu
lent flood.
Hastily dressing aud g»'ng out of
doors he found the village flooded and
the house he called home in danger of
being swept away.
“To the hills!” came a shout, and
the answering echoes took it up and
repeated again and again “To the
hills!”
With the cry the half-dressed and
affrighted inhabitants rushe i fightinv
their way out of the loariug waters,
some upon rafts, some in boats. And
presently Leslie saw a beacon light
flash out upon the hill side where the
schodl house stood in safety. Toward
it the alarmed people directed their
steps, dragging with them whatever
of food or comforts they had managed
to secure.
After assisting Mrs. Lane and her
family in their flight and securing his
own valuables the young master
turned his attention to his own safety,
but only to find that the flood had
widened and shut out all of the valley
leading to the beacon ol safety—that
the only way to gain it was along a
dangerous cliff, and which, after a
toilsome journey, would bring him to
ttie schiol house from the other side
of the mountain.
The morning was just dawning as
he had accomplished the most danger
ous part of his task, and he paused to
rest and glance back upon the scene of
awful destruction. Everywhere ran
litile muddy rills from snowy heights
to join the madly rushing torrent of
water which tore through the narrow
gorge and bearing on its foaming
bosom all that opposed its way. Huge
boulders, logs aud uprooted trees all
went down together in the boiling
vortex until it reached the broadir
valley and there became a lake of
seething foam as it engulfed the little
village.
As he stood thus in the chill gray
morning, both awed and fascinated by
the scene, his ears were startled by a
peculiar, prolonged cry like that of
some suffering bird. It came from the
other side of a jutting cliff', where lay
his path, and swelled out even above
the roaring of the waters below. Then
and almost instantly it changed to the
warbling notes of a blue bird’s soDg ;
then again to that of the wood thrush
and the cat bird, and ended in the
low, plaintive cry of the whippoorwill.
Amazed, he stood and questioned.
Could some poor, storm-beaten, es
caped mocking bird be stranded in an
evergreen thicket and thus utter its
plaint?
With the thought he hastened
around the point and beheld to his in
finite surprise Lola Danforth clinging
to a tree that swayed in dangerous
proximity above a yawning precipice.
A faded scarlet hooded mantle hung
loosely upou her shoulders, her thick
raven hair was dishevelled and the
sport of the wind.
At the instant again the bird’s song
was repeated in wonderful variety,
and could come only from the scarlet
lips of the young girl. “Lola,” he
exclaimed, reaching out and snatch
ing her back from her dangerous post-
Aon, “what is the matter? Do yru
not know that all who can have
sought shelter in the school house?
Come with ice. Every step is danger
ous, and voii will only be safe tlure ”
“My brother!'' gasped she, strug
gling away impetuously. “ They told
me he had gone to the school house,
but be is not tliere, and I came back
to seek him.”
“And it was to him you were send
ing forth such strange calls. It was
wonderful. Who taught you, Lola?”
•* I do not know, unless the birds,”
she answered, smiling and showing
her ma.niflcer.t teeth. “ Robby says
they were born in my throat. But I
must go back in search of him.”
“ You ! Why, child, he cannot be
down there. Do you not seetliateven
the cattle have climbed toe hills for
safety, and he would not remain ?”
“Then something has happened to
him,” she faltered, turning back a ter
rified and pallid face.
The next moment she slid from his
grasp and darted < ownward, clinging
to a sapling here and a shrub there,
sliding, leaping, falling, down she
went, her companion following, until
they stood almost upon the bank of
the foaming cataract. And there,
amid the debris of dead wood and the
bodies of dead animals, they at last
caught sight of a little baud clinging
to a timber, and a moment later Leslie
was periling his own life for the safety
of the little waif, Robby. Presently
he struggled out of the flood, spent
and bruised, with his helpless and
limp bur len clasped in his arms.
For a brief time the earth seemed to
spin about him. Then lie recovered
his senses as the gill caught and
pressed the dead face of her brother to
her heart with one long wail of an
guish.
Together they chafed the cold limbs,
erdeavoriiig to bring back life, while
Lola wound her scarlet mantle around
poor R )bby to give warmth. Failing
in this, they struggled up the moun
tains under their ghastly burden.
But at last they wore compelled to
pause under a thicket of evergreens
and l*y the poor dead boy down upon
a bed of soft pine needles. Then Lola
sank down by his side with a burst of
tears that to’d she also hud given up
all of hope.
“ I must go for help,” said Leslie,
tenderly raising her up. ‘ ‘ Come with
me. Nothing more can harm him.
He is beyond all floods, all tempests,
all tears, and where sorrow can never
more come.”
Clinging to him and weeping as if
her heart would break, he bore her up
to the villagers, who tended, com
forted and did ail in their power for
her, and when at last the flood had
subsided they placed the poor dead
bo.’ by the s : de of liis parents in the
churchyord, and shortly afferwnre
there came a stranger who claimed
Lola to take her away to a foreign
home.
Alone that night, in the little school
house on the hillside, the young mas
ter sat facing the fact that the little
dark-eyed Lola had taken with her
his whole heart. On liis desk lay a
little note of thanks which said:
God bless you, dear Mr. Leslie, for
risking your life to bring me my dear
dead brother. 1 shall ever love and
pray for you. Good-by. Lola.
A bunch of her favorite early blos
soms accompanied the note, and as he
gazed upou them the teacher mur
mured :
“ Poor, innocent child, love has no
meaning for her save that which
giatitude dictates.”
Then ho placed the letter and
flowers next his heart, and went forth
to take up life again with a new bur-
ben and a broken heart.
Four years later, one evening, a
party cf gentlemen were standing in
the lobby of a theatre in a Southern
city. Suddenly a song, clear and soft,
came out to them ; then it sank as the
dying breath of the zephyr, gently
mingled with the musical chirp of
some waking bird in a far away
thicket; then all of the woodland
warblers gathered to take up the song
and pour it out in a wonderful mel
ody, and with it came the cry of the
whippoorwill Leslie had heard years
before in Glen Elder.
With a rapidly beating heart and
misty eyes he forced his way in with
the crowd, to see standing Ik fore the
footlights a tall, sylph-like form clad
in Bhiminering white, while upon the
soft pink armB and about the lovely
throat sparkled diamonds. The beau
tiful, dark, half-Spanish faoe, the
olive cheeks with tint of the pome
granate he could not be mistaken in,
and Leslie knew that before him stood
Lola, the song bird of Glen Elder.
Hastily penning a note and placing
therein the withered spray of arbutus,
he found a meseei.ger and dispatched
it to the green room.
Presently the girl appeared again,
and lo! his little remenfhra
other days rested above her beatinj
heart, and as she glanced up their eyes
met and he noticed the glitter of tear
drops upon the long lashes.
At that moment his messenger re
turned and handed him a card. He
arose bewildered, was too happy to
remain quiet, and so walked off
beneath the stars. When the opera
was finished he found his way to the
hotel where Lola was staying, and
when admitted to her presence "the
stood before him with eagtr eyes and
rosv face while he bent over breathing
iuto her willing ears a torrent of
words - hat told of his mighty love.
For reply she took from her bosom
and kissed the faded flowers. Then
lifted a smiling and deeply blushing
face, and said:
“Lovely Glen Elder! In all my
wanderings I have never found any
thing dearer than the graves I left
there, or a truer, dearer friend than he
who gave me merited chastisement,
and who, with other lessons, taught
me that of love.”
In an instant she was weeping upon
his heart, and he was whispering in
ner ears words we have no business to
know, save that among the pet names
that came so readily to the lins of a
lover he called her his “ sweet song
bird of Glen Elder.”
A Most Ingenious Cook.
Near, in the opinion of the Greek
poet Euphron, are the poet and the
cook. Both, he says, attain by an in
genious audacity the apex of their art.
And to show the intellectual daring
01 the cock, he tells the fol’owing
story : Nicomedes, the great king of
Bithynia, being once on a time some
twelve days’ journey from the sea,
had a sudden longing for a loach.
Some lexicographers explain the word
used by Euphon as “smelt,” but the
general concensus is in favor of the
former interpretation. His cook served
him up iu twenty minutes this very
fish. Everybody wondered, for the
season, to add to the difficulty of the
exploit, chanced to be midwinter. It
is said tbat once while Selden satin
the assembly of Divines at Westmin
ster, a warm debate arose about the
distance from Jericho to Jerusalem.
Those who contended for the longer
distance were about to yield to the ar-
guinem of their adversaries that fishes
were carried from one city to the other
when the celebrated lawyer cried out,
“Perhaps the fishes were salted.”
upon which the dispute was renewed
with increased vigor. But the loach
in the present case was quite fresh.
How then was it procured?
French cooks can, it is well known,
make a delicious soup out of an old
shoe, but the curious device of the
cook of Nicomedes, will be found
equally clever. He took a turnip, and
cut it into the figure of a loach. He
then boiled It gently over a slow fire,
added a certain quantity of oil and
salt—not that indefinite amount fa
miliar to us in modern cookery books
as a “pinch,” but measured with ex
act aud learned discrimination—and
completed the dish by the sprinkling
of a dozen grains of black pepper.
Nicomedes, devouring the disguised
turnip with a good appetite, told his
friends that it was the finest loach he
ever ate in his life. It is surely but a
just reward of merit that cooks posses
sed of such powers as these should
receive those high salaries we read of
in the records of Imperial Rome.
American Newspapers in 1882.
The American Newspaper Direc
tory, recently issued by Geo. P. Row
ell & Co., of New York, coutaius the
names of 10,611 periodicals in the Uni
ted States and Territories, which is
again of 844 in the year just passed.
The number of daily papers has in
creased in a somewhat larger propor
tion, and is now represented by a to
tal of 996 against 921 in 1881. The
largest Increase has been in New
York—10 dailies, 29 of all sorts. Illi
nois and Missouri show a percentage
of gain which is even greater, while
Colorado leads all others in the per
centage of increase, both ot daily and
wee -ly issues. California, Nebraska^
Nevada, Oregon, South Carolina,
Tennessee, ’Vermont, and West*
Virginia, have fallen behind 188\* in
the total number of periodicals issued.
In Georgia, Maine and Massachusetts,
the suspensions have exactly coun
terbalanced the new ventures. Ii
every State net mentioned above, ai
in the Territories, there has been
increase.
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that there are 3.639 of ther
total leugth of about COO mile