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" . - <r% ......... « ft. M < 5 ^ - j i; Hi ^55 Al «3 DU AW A / * S. B. Burr, Proprietor. 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. het.' ‘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. ♦ - 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 ( k’s svt-