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MISS AYRTON’S RfOE,
‘Yes, I hate himj’ said Kate Ayr
ton, the hot crimson flushing- her
cheek; and the light leaping to her
datk«ye-Mf hate him with my
whole §pul If ,
She dung'down a spray of pur
pie haliptyqpe on the dressing ta
ble as if it had done bpr spme dead
ly injury, al Arid; glanced at it a mo
ment "ff f the insensible thing
could be made to understand how
she felt 'khout it.
Tbifl the looked in the glass,
which is a very natural thing for
a woman to do under all cirourn
stances.
-Jt was a-heautiful face that she
saw there—and if she had not been
in such an ill-humor she would
have smiled with pleasure at the
reflection. A clear brunette com*
plosion, lighted up with great dark
eyes, and shaded by heavy bands
of raven hair, breaking over the
low broad forehead into mazes
and ripples which were never made
by eripiing pins or curling irons.
Th :n;Katif«.tt down in an easy
chair—pitked up the heliotrope
and pulled it vindictively to pieces.
‘To think that he should refuse
my request, and put me off with
this!’ she said • looking savagely at
the now generally dilapidated blos¬
soms—‘to think of it! and worse
than all that he should give the
flower I asked for, to that little
dump ling-faced Jennie Baring.—
Yes, I hate him!’
Now Jennie Baring was not
dumpling-faced by any means, she
was a very pretty, sparkling eyed
blonde, and half the young men in
town were in love with her.
Kj^t-e looked around spitefully af
ter having thus rMioVSa ' H&sel f—
and then she put her head down
on the' table arid began to cry.
Well, 1 suppose by this time you
want to know wh) it was Kite
hated, and what he had done to da
serve her hatred. 1 can tell you
ill a very few words.
Gilbert- Argenson was a man of
thirty or thereabouts, who had re¬
cently come to Spruceville and en¬
tered upon thepractice of medicine.
Kate Ayrton was the belle of
Spruceville and bad been accustom¬
ed to see every one bend before her
sliriue. Dr. Argenson declined to
bend. He was the first man who
had not been vanquished at once,
and oil the principle that as all
most desire those things out of and
beyond our reach—his admiration
was what Kate coveted more than
anything else.
lie was polite and courteous, al¬
ways to her, but never anything
more.
The night on which Kate is
brought before the reader, there
had boon a party at tlio house of
Mrs. Cassell, and Kate and Dr. Ar¬
genson were both presen t.
The doctor had a bunch of wild
violets and a spray of heliotrope in
his button hole. Kate was fond of
wild violets, and besides she want¬
ed to try her power over the Doc¬
tor. So she admired the violets,
and asked him to give them to her.
He smiled gravely.
‘I am very sorry to refuse a la¬
dy’s request,’' he replied, ‘but 1
brought these for Miss Baring.—
You know that she came from the
country—that she still is fondly at
Cached to it, and I thought these
forest flowers would pleasantly re¬
mind her of the old home. Accept
the heliotrope, if you please,’ and
he laid the fragrant purple thing
in her- hand.
If Kate had obeyed the impulse
of her heart, she would have flung,
down the flower, and trampled on
it, but you know it is never just
the thing to act as you feel.
So she thanked him very sweetly
—put the heliotrope away in her
bouquet, and fell to hating him
with all her soul.
Alter that whenever she m-et Dr.
Argenson she was cold and formal,
and be was fully her- equal in that
respect. In fact they acted
much like two spoiled children as
grown people ever do,
A month afterward it was time
to to the and Mrs,
Cassell went up to
country seat on the Blue river.
Mrs. Cassell was a leader of socie
ty and very fond of company, so as
soon as she was established at Ro
selawn she sent invitations to half
a seoi'e of friends to come up and
spend July with her,
Every body knew what a charm”
ing hostess Mrs. Cassell was, and
of course her invitations ware all
accepted. i -*■ a
Dr. Argenson, Miss Baring and
Kate Ayrton were of the party.
Eoselawn was delightful. A
large, roomy house, with wide,
shady porticoes, and vine wreath
ed piazzas—just the situation for
lovers—and then there were im
mense shade trees and vine arbors,
winding drives and walks—to
say nothing of the charming coun¬
try roads all around—the eon! for¬
ests, the river with its fads and
cascade, and the trouting which
Trout Brook afforded.
Kate said to herself when she
learned that Argenson was to be
of the party, that if she had known
it before she would npt have gone
herself—But still she went.
Argenson was very attentive to
Miss Baring. Toward Kate he
was kind and polite, because he
was a thorough gentleman, and
gentlemen never take any offence
at a lady's coolness, yon know.
The Roselawn party were ex¬
tremely gay, and enjoyel them¬
selves wonderfully. And for real
enjoyment commend us to the
month of June or July—a large old
country house and carte blanche to
do as we choose—casting etiquette
aside, aud substituting common
sense in its place.
Miss Ayrton was appropriated
by Onf ndtTicburi-*-ar young* geav
tleraan of wealth and talent who
resided in the neighborhood.
So it went on for a couple of
weeks, and Kate grew colder and
colder toward the Doctor, and he
took it as coolly as if every beauti¬
ful woman in the world was .WCCS13
tomed to change hsrsolf into an
icicle at this
One delightful evening of stars
and moonlight, and south winds,
they went boating on the river.—
A very little accident, occurred.—
The plank on which Miss Baring
was about leaving the boat tilted,
and the youug lady was precipitat¬
ed into the water.
Every one screamed, and Dr. Ar¬
genson plunged in after her and
brought her to the shore—wrap*'
pod her in his great cloak and kept
his arm round her all the way to
Roselawn,
And Kate went to bed that night
angry with everybody, and herself
in particular.
She did not sleep all night, and
rose in the morning unrefreshed,
and exceedingly anxious to do
something desperate.
We all, at some time or othei
have got into that frame of mind
when we feel as if fate was closing
round us, and that the only relief,
for the dull, blinding ache caused
by the pressure of circumstances,
would be found in doing some¬
thing desperate.
Of course Kate did not put any¬
thing of this into words, into defi¬
nite thought even, but. she felt it,
nevertheless.
She went ■ down to breakfast,
with a hot flush on her face, and
thought she would take a turn or
two up and down the piazza to cool
the fever in her blood.
Going out there for that pur¬
pose, she encountered Dr. Argen¬
son. He was looking at the horses
as Jack, the groom, was leading
them down to the spring to water
He bade her good morning, and
called her attention to a fiery-eyed
coaloblack mare that was cantering
past all the other animals,
‘A fine horse, Miss Ayrton,’ he
said admiringly. ‘It is a pity she
cannot be subdued sufficiently to
answer the purpose for which she
was purchased.’
‘And what was that, pray !' in
qnired Kate.
‘She was selected for Mrs. Cas¬
sell. But her spirits are so high
that no lady would ever dare mount
FORT j JUNE 25, 1880.
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‘Indeed! I think I will ride her
after breakfast,’ said Kate, indiffer¬
ently.
‘Certainly not!’ said Argenson,
decidedly. ‘It Would be the next
thing to self destruction.’
‘Nonsense ! I am not afraid of a
horse, I believe. And I think I
can manage one tolerable well—"’
‘I do not dispute yottr skiU Miss
Ayrton, but I do claim the right to
prevent you from putting yourself
in peril.’
But, before he had finished the
sentence, Kate had sadhtered off,
and directly Argenson went in to
find her at the breakfast table,
flushed and animated.
Kate knew well enough that
Mrs Cassell would not permit her
to ride Juno, if she asked her; so
she decided not to ask her. She
was good friends with Jack, for
Jack liked any one who liked horses
and Kate had a great affection for
all animals.
So, after breakfast, while the
others were planning the day’s
programme, Kate put on her rid¬
ing-habit, and stole stealthily to
the stalls.
Jack was astounded at her re¬
quest. His eyes grew big and
round with wonder, and he asked
her over again what she said, in or¬
der to make surerthat he had heard
aright.
‘I want Juno saddled!’ said she,
imperatively. ‘I am going to ride
her.'
‘Indade mum,’ said Jack, ‘and
axing yer parden for argufying wid
ye, but there never was a female
woman ou the crater's back in the
worreld!'
‘But there will bo a Tamale wo¬
man on her back before ahe’R an
hour older!' said Kate. ‘Put on
the saddle, Jack.'
‘But the misthress’ll be mad as
‘Sand Mrs. Cassell to me. I will
settle it with har. ’
‘Ah, maybe ye will! But ye’ll be
dead if ye ride Juno, and then,
how the divil can ye sittle it f
‘Oh, Mrs. Cassell will forgive the
dead !’ laughed Kate, and slipped
a dollar into the man’s hand ‘There,
Jack, see if that will quicken your
motions
The man still demurred inwardly,
but the sight of the crisp new dol¬
lar bill was too much for his scru¬
ples, and he led Juno out to be
saddled,
A fiery-eye.l, vicious-looking
creatute she was, too ; and it was
all that Jack could do to hold her
while Miss Ayrton got into her
seat.'
She took the bridle, bowed mock¬
ingly at Jack, and dashed off.
Do you think she was crazy ? 1
do not. She only wanted, as I
said before, to do- something des
perate. She could not conquer
Gilbert Argenson, perhaps she
might conquer Juno, which would
be some satisfaction.
For the first mile or two of the
way Juno did not seem- to clearly
understand the aspect of affair’s.—
She had not been saddled for
months, and it was quite- a task on
her memory to remember if ever
anything of the kind had occurred
in her equine experience.
So, while sire was considering
the matter, she paced aloxlg gin¬
gerly, with her neck bowed, and
her ears pricked forward, evidently
trying hard to see something at
which she might make an' excuse
for being frightened
Kate got out of patience with
the slow gait, and gave the mare a
cut of the whip.
The effect was even more than
the girl Jiad expected. Juno boun
ded onward like a wild creature,
seized the bit in her teeth, and
dashed down the steep hill before
her like an arrow.
Kate was a good . horsewoman’,
and though her cheek blanched as
she saw the deep ravine ami the
rocky bed of a stream just ahead,
she brought all her strength to
bear upon the curb, and did not
for a moment lose her presence of
mind.
Just before Juno’s feet struck
she loose planks of the bridge
which spanned the
strain excited by horse and
on the bridle, snapped 1 one of the
buckles, aud Juno had it all her
own way.
Kate remembered that the mare
leaped, as it were, into the
that she felt dizzy, and
that she seemed to fall through air
—through .ipJBfmrft
she experienced a great Bho.ck,
then all was blank.
She came to herself by-and-by,
feeling strangely peaceful and con
tent. She did not know, where she
wss. She only knew that she was
very comfortable and happy. By
and-by it occurred to her that she
had better open her eyes and take
an observation. .
And when she did so, she was
Dr. Argenson’s arms, with her head
lying on his breast, and hw hand
some face very suspiciously near
her own.
An angry flush rose to her cheek,
and she made a quick movepjent to
escape from him, but he. held her
fast. *;
“Be quiet Kate,’ he said,
—“be quiet where you aflr It il
your rightful place. For you know,
Katie, that I love you, and that you
love me.’
It was a very bold assertion for
Dr. Argenson to make, and Kate was
going to make some indignant, rq
ply, but he stopped the words on her
lips with kisses, The very best
way in the world to stop any pretty
girl from scolding you.
Then Kate kept qiietf and learned
that Dr. Argenson had fallen in love
witu h'.r at the very first, but had
been held back by the fear that she
would only flirt with him, as she had
w th 'lit others. ,
And then, after a while, when ho
had begun to understand that hers
was a noble nature, she had been
c Id that be could rot approach her.
And if it had r.ot been for Juno’s
delightful couduel—Argenson said
—he never should have known how
well his Kate loved him.
For he had been close behind her
when she was thrown, ant ho wa:s
positive that she cried ou!: i
■Gilbert! Oh, Gilbert!’
Bu^Kate declared -ho did not cry
out at all, and they had quite a de.
licious little dispute over it,-which
ended as all lovers, disputes u a ally
do.
What of Miss Baring? Why!
Kate t bought she was a lovely little
thing when Gilbert told her that she
was his brother's betrothed wife.
And, after that, Kate aud Miss Bar¬
ing were hand and gjlove. And
early in the autumn there was a
great ceremony at St. Jdm’s Church
in Spruceville, and that same cere'
mony made Jennie Baring and Kate
Ayrton sisters.
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TILDllN AND THE CeNS53 EnUMF.RA
tor.—A census enumerator called
at the handsome house,No.—Gram
Park, the other day, and
accosted tho elderly gen¬
tleman who lives there- The fol¬
conversation eitsued:
What is your name?’
‘Samuel J. Ti'den—.On the whole
do not think that I have anything
to communicate on the subject.’
‘Where is your home?”
“In the White House, but I was
I beg your pardon. I
here now.”
“What is your occupation?”
“I am a can—. Ahera ; you had
see Mr.Faulkner about that.”
“What is your age?”
“I am one with a hundred ciph¬
you can figure it out for your¬
“Are you married?”
“Now, really, as to that, you must
Mr. Watterson.”
' “Have youany family?”
“I cannot undertake ta answer
questions of that kind. I am
the hands of my friends, and
them you can obtain any prop¬
er information.”
And the door closed.—-Cleveland
Of all summer clothing the straw
hat is at the head.
He told her to set her day, and
Saturday for her Weddiu’s day.
Eating Fish to Make Brains.
‘A little more fish, if you please,’
said a red whiskeded patent medi¬
cine peddleirto the waiter, and then
turning to an honest old farmer,
he said; ‘That’s a mighty prime
article o’ diet, and they know how
to cook it here to suit my taste a
little better than they do anywhere
else in town;’ and then ha drum¬
med ca the table with the handle
of Iris knife and picked lus teeth
with a fork, waiting impatiently for
the waiter to return with his plate.
‘I see you seem to kind o’ like
it,' said the honest old farmer
shoveling his mouth full of mash¬
ed potatoes, and washing them
Sown with the contents of his sau¬
cer.
‘Yes, I am very fond of fish,
fried,’ continued the pa
tent medicine man, with a nervous
eye on tho kitchen door, as he bolt¬
ed the half of a cold biscufc. ‘Did
you ever know,’ he resumed, ‘that
fish was good for the brain ?’
Lor,’ no!' replied the country¬
man; ‘you don’t tell me! How’d
you find that out?’
‘Oh, I've known it a long while.
I-read it in an almanac.’
‘Did you, though ? Well, now,
tell me, have you ever tried it ?’
askod tho farmer, sending down an
enormous chunk of roast beef to
see if the potatoes were comforta¬
ble.
‘Did I ever try it ? Great Caesar,
man! why, I should say I had!
"Wliy, do you know, sir, I'vo had
fish bones around my plate at least
two meals out of throe for tho last
five years!’ he replied, as he seiz¬
ed with avidity the heaping’ plate
just returned to him.
Tho old farmer laid down Ills
kaifqand f ork a t o nae and stopped
his jaws.' Then he leisuriy Tulle 1
from his coat tail pocket a German
silver spectacle case, which he opetu
ed, and took out a pail* of iron,
bowod glasses, reached around and
hauled aj'ed silk liandkorchoif out
of his hat under tho chair; deliber¬
ately, wiped the spectacles, placed
them on his nose, and proceeded
to eye the medicine man closely
and attentively for about two min¬
utes; when he removed the glasses
and returned them to their case, as
he asked, with much interest.
‘Did you say you had been eatin'
fish purty considerable for about
five years?’
‘Yer, sir.’
‘And did I understand you to say.
you b’lioved it was good for the
brains V
‘Yes, sir; that’s exactly what I
think.’
‘Well—what makes you think
so f' asked the farmer, as he showed
in more potatoes and squash, then
threw ou tho belt and set the m 1
to grinding again.
The confident fish consumer
gave him such au injured look as
oue man seldom bestows ou anotli
er, dropped his knife and fork as
though they had suddenly become
red hot, aud bolted from tbo
room.
The farmer watched him disap¬
pear, and then turning to a drover,
said-.
“That fellow might keep' on' eat •
ing fish till the bones came out
through his skin like' his beard, an’
have all his chawin’ for nothin.’ I
never waste manure on yaller eiay
sile that won’t raise blue beans.’
-—--•-—
in the early stages of his ministry
the celebrated Dr. Strong, of Harts
ford, preached sometime in a neigh¬
boring village. One day a commit¬
tee called upon him to settle with
him tor his services and, after stam¬
mering a while, signified to him that
his further services werenot desired.
What does this mean gentlemen?
askod the Doctor. “Why,” replied
tho spokesman, with some hesita
lion, “the people have got tho im
press!on that you are inclined to uni
versal salvation.” “Gentlemen.’
answered the Doctor, “I never have
preached that doctrine: but if I ever
should, I promise to make the pea
pic bf this town an exception.”
_______»»..----
Fhysie, says ari old surgeon, is the
al q of amusing the patient, wh .’o
mituro cures the disersc.
We reproduce the platform
the Illinois democrats, because of
its brevity, point and general
cellence. It is as
as a platform a yard long, and
far more intelligible. Here it is in
fall:
Patriotic duty and interest de
mapd peace and reconciliation
through all the land. We pledge
ourselves to the following prinei
pl es:
1. No tariff for protection.
2. No third term.
3. Substantial reform of the civ¬
il service, so that federal officers
shall be the servants of the people
and not of a party.
4 Evual rights to all the states,
and no federal interference with
the constitutional functions of
states.
5. A constitutional currency oi
goldand silver, and of paper con¬
trovertible into coin.
6. No more land grants to mono¬
polies.
The will of the people must be
supreme, and majorities must rule
under the constitutional method.—
No more such fraud's as that
1876; no more eight to seven.
Laws shall be enacted to protect
laborers in the more prompt
certain collection of their wages.
As , rule , T Indians do , not . •
a give 0 open
expression to their , . feelings, „ A citi .
zen|tn the far West, giving a little
dinner party, invited thereto a few
Iia.t civilized .Indians, T i- who 1 displayed j. ,
’
a desire , . „ to “go through ® . " tho , , bill
tare. A young duet after „ .
*
the ., mustard . . cui-iously . , for .
some
helped , , , himselt , . , , to good , „ ,
‘ a
and swallowed ,, , it. He said nothing
to betray his astonishment; but de¬
spite himself, the tears streamed
down hia cheeks. An aged
sitting opposite asked him what he
was crying about, end was gravely
informed be was thinking of his poor
oh! father, who died a short time
■ago. Presently the old fellow took
a dip from the mustard pot, aud
his eyes likewise proved too weak
-or loo strong for his will. Then
his young friend in a sympathizing
tone inquired the cause of his grief.—
Said tho beguiled one: “I was
thinking it was a pity you didu't
die when your old father did.' 1
The Harvard Advocate gives this
as a specimen of the conversation
Fitz Abbatross Ambrosial, “an un.
matriculate 1 student in H irvard
college for oue year.” Miss Tank
said, as I lowed : “Are you a mat¬
erialist or au idealist?” “Yes, rath¬
er,” I replied. “I’mso giad,’ she
rejoined. “Aw, too much pleasure,
I assure you,’ I continued.
you think Daisy Mill?r is too over¬
drawn to be the typical representa¬
tion of tho best teslhelic production
of Boston culture, or do you prefer
the ideas of Joseph Cook?’’ she ven
tured further. “Yes, James is quite
too awfully clever; yes, indeed,” I
added. “Dj you attend the summer
school of philosophy at Concord?”
sho murmurod confidingly. “No,
not to-day, no,’ I stuttered, getting
a little flurried. “Oh, I see you are
one of those interesting atheists, ’
she continued. “Yes, I will get you
some,” 1 uttered,us I oKd av/Ay
A Queer Sort of a B'i.essino.—
Tho Springfield Republican says
that a gentleman in a town near
Boston invited home to dinner one
day one of the deacons of the
church he attended. Tho guest
offered blessing at the table, which
proceeding greatly excited the cur¬
iosity of the gentleman’s five-year*
old son, who sat beside the deacon
and interviewed him on tho sub¬
ject.
‘What was t.iat you said !
be S m - “ Ifc "’as a blessing on the
food we are about to oat,” replied
the deacon. ‘A what?'’ “Why, a
blessing. Don’t your father ask a
blessing at the table?” “Oh,
but he don’t say it iu that
“Howdoes he say ifc?” “Why, he
sits down and looks at tho
and says. ‘Oh the devil 1 is
all you've got for dinner V
**•
¥awcob Strauss defines ‘Tern’s'
as alt lev—lawn.
V0I.-9 No. 50
A Merry Heart.
I’d rather be poor and merry'
than to inherit the wealth of the '
Indies with a discontented spirit A
merry heart, a cheerful spirit, from
which laughter wells up as natu¬
rally as bubbles the springs of Sar¬
atoga, is worth all the moneybags,
stocks and mortgages of the city.—
The man who laughs is a doctor,
with a diploma endorsed by the
schools of Nature: bis face does
more good in a stick room than: ffc
pound of powders or a gallon of
bitter draughts. If things go right,
he laughs because he is j based; if
they go wrong, he laughs because,
it is better and cheaper than crying..
Pe >ple are always glad to see him
—their hands instinctively go half
way 01 1 to meet his grasp—jjlia
they turn involuntarily from the
clammy touch of the dyspeptic, who
speaks on the groaning key. He
laughs you out of your faults, while
you never dream, of being offended
with him; it seems as if sunshine
came into the room with him, and
you never know what a pleasant
world you are living in until ha
points out the sunny streaks on its.
pathway. W'ho can help loving the
whole-souled, genial laughter? Not
the buffon, nor the man who clas
ses noise with mirth, but the cher
ry contented man of sense and
mind. ... A good-humored laugn .
is
the k to all breasts . The truth
is tbat pcople !iketo be laughed at
m . a general , sort , of . way.. TC If you
are making .. b /* yourself ridiculous, you J
want , to , , be told of ... it . pleasant . .
ma
manner, not . sneered . at; , and , it is .
astonishing , ... , how frankly , , , the laugh, . ,
population . .. talk , without ... ,
mg can
treading on the sensitive toes of
their neighbors. Why will the
people put ou long faces, when it is
so able much to laugh?' easier and Tears more comfort¬ to
come us
unsought and unbidden. Tbe
wisest art in life is to cultivate
sniles, and to find the flowers
where others shrink away for fear
of thorns.
A Disappointed Candidate,
The following reverie of a disap¬
pointed candidate we take from the
Augusta News:
Politics is humbugs. Dey told
me all I-had to do vas to bay out
some moneys raid I vould git elect¬
ed shust like nodinks. But ven I
yent to de bolls vat you fink d 1
man at de boils he told me, ‘don’t
you got excited,’ and I thought, he
vas going to vote for me. Und den
he said again, ‘Ye don't vant no
excitement rount here to day;’ but
vat I care for him. Nodinks. I
shust talked und talked mit efery*«
body, und tings vas gettin’ ou bully.
How many votes you tinlc I got.—
Dree, slmst dree, one in A instinct
und to in B instinct, und von af
dem vos scratched. You shust
vait; if over I find de man who
scratched my name off dat dicket
I scratch him, you bet.- Oh, I vn»
mad.
A Cleveland lawyer, defending a
handsome young lady charged with
larceny, closed his appeal to the ju¬
ry thus : ‘Geutlemen ! you may hang
tho ocean on a grape-viue to dry,
lasso an avalanche, pin a napkin ta
tho mouth of a volcano, sxrin tb«
clouds from tho sky with a tea*
spoon, throw salt on the tail of our
nolle American eagle, whose sleep-
less eye watches over tho welfare of
our nation; pasto ‘For Rent’ oa
the moon aud stars; but never for'
a moment delude yourself with tho
idea that this charming girl i's guil¬
ty of the charge preferred against
her.’ The jury acquitted her with¬
out leaving their seats.
Mr. Simpkins often declares tliat
he never drinks anything stronger
than claret. Last night ho came
home at midnight, and putting his
lips to h.s wtfes ear, he whispered)
mysteriously ; Hush, my dear, don 6
bo alarmed, but there aro burglam
about- They have already stolen
our key-bom : I had to get in by
lie <e'!ar window.
A journalistic flgh —a paper mill,
Tho weather is settled, At least
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k’s svt-