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And they ipuu the fine white thread ;
One face was old and the other was young
: A golden and a silver head.
At. iinaes ypuug voice b>-oke in.sopg
| That .was lyoixjynull/ sweet;
Aud the motlier’s heart beat deep and
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For In r joy was most complete."
There was many a holy lesson,
Interwoven with silent prayet,
Taught to ller gentle; listening child,
As they two sat spinning there.
|And of all that I speak, my darKhg,
TWTfty aider 'warm wan, ——
pod gi’Mih MißilASk tWing-to mm
JWW5 tl 'fi3tJtK' > *3JAY
•Thou wilt voices,
Ajal ah ! utust be
’ Tlll 4Blife.>dPiWßa the Wiice of love
fiatii ry.
Wrc’s one tiling tint thou si.ail U ,r
--iMiver a word u> my love bo rid
}|nn> tftip mv ikrlintr An#*
are not fit tor my ciiiid to bear
f thoa’it ever keep thy young .heart pm
: all that is said to thee by day
BY HELEN F. GRAVES.
Ml Vt r —' _j. ’
“And ruust 1 live here always?”
saitl Mattie Fox. despairingly, as
she clasped her hands on the low
ledge of the open window.
“Here” was no earthly elysium,
to be sure. A lonely farm house,
peajehed half way up a desolate
mountain j whippoor-wjH moan
ing on the edge of the woods;
owls hooting solemnly by the
lake; mournful winds sighing
through the tree toys like the
rush of an unseen garment—all
lhis was so different from the
crowded city lile lo which she
had kteen hitherlo accustomed.
And even as llie tears of vague
homesickness rose lo her eyes,
l lie vo-ces of the old farmer and
his wife, iti the room below, rose
audibly up through the-stoyepipe
hole which had not yet been
sealed for the summer months.
“What are you going to do
with her?” said Mrs. Fox.
“We must do the best we can,” 1
said Elihu, her husband. ‘‘She’s
ujy brother’s orphan daughter,
and she’s got no where else to
go.” *| ■
“And why in tire name *f
goodness,” queriously demanded
Airs, Fox, “could she not stay
where she was; instead of rush
ing out here aud taking us all by
surprise.”
“Weli,” slowly answered the
good farmer, “1 ain’t quite clear
al^outthat myself, been disap
p’inted in love- She was a shop
girl, Rlioda, don’t you know?
And it seems there was a genifel
young man used to come thereto
bify neckties and ribbons, and
such 1001-de-rols. And this girl
she s’posed he was dead love
with her, and all of a sudden it
come out as he bad auolher
£
sweetheart as he was going to bo
marnfed Id this very next week.’!
_ “Bless apd save us!” said Mrs.
Fox.
While Mattie, sitting as silent,
ly by the window as if she had
been frozen into stone, fell a pe
culiar sensation of dull curiosity
iodiear what would come next,
as if all this were spoken about
some other person, entirely dif-
JkiahiuLUiSfssli.
“And she is a uropd girl, Mat
fflft t,a
Wt rjils mik frdHxel t ojw-.pro®;
and she woWdn’t stay bwe to be
jeered and made game of by the
other shop girls. Bo she came
here because she had no other
place to oone to} and that’s all
I know about it. I guess we’d
belter see as (he doors’and win
dy s is all safe and go lo lied ; for
its past fen, and them flaying
! hands will be here afore day
light lo see about culling the
twelve acre meddef.”
Mrs- Fox had a talk with her
niece the nesj day.
“Maliie,” said she, *d am go
ing to show you how to‘bake ap
ple pies lids morning; because,if
you slay here, of course you’li
want lo make yourself uselub”
“Ol course,” said Mailie, list'
lessjy.
“And, as it happens, I badil’t
no girl,” went on Mrs. Fox ; ‘and’
there’s the work people and my
summer boarders are coming
next monlh ”
. #*
“Siunnjer boarders ?’’ Mat lie
looked* quickly up, with a red
flush overspreading Tier cheeks.
She had come here Tor solitude
and rest, for utter isolation ; and
now, almost betore she had tin
packed her little trunk, horde
ot cily fashionables would be up
on her. “Oh, Aunt Fox, do you
keep summer boarders ?”
“.Every summer of mv life,”
sajd Airs. Fox, briskly. *They
come in July 4 and mostly goes
away in September, with the
first frosi. Their ain’t many ways
for us mountain folks to earn a
bit of spendm’ money, you know
Mattie; aud of course, if you
help me, I shall expect to divide
with you, square and even. And
remember it’s sinful to spend
your time weeping and wailing
and gnashing your teeth lor a
lost beau,” piously added lli.e
good woman. “There’s as hkelv
fish in the sea as come out of it;
and p’raps one of the hay hands
_will take a shine to you —who
knows ?”
And thus Aunt Fox dismissed
the question of her uiece's heart
trials.
After all, perhaps it was the
best treatment her poor festering
wounds could receive. A sharp
cnuterining—a mercitul cruelty !
And Mailie set herself diligently
it spiritlessly lo work helping to
feed the huge, hungry, farm
hands, to shine the glitteriug
rows of milk pans—even to milk
horned beasts, ol which she was
at first so nervously afraid. She
learned to bake while, sweet
loaves of bread, to churn butler,
to raise young chickens, site gath
eretl wild flowers, and made a
rude wicker cage for a blue bird,
which she found with a broken
wing and treated successfully.
And she begau to smile now and
then, and Mrs. Fox remarked
complacently “that Mattie was
really a decent looking girl sow
that her color had come back a
liule.”
But one day the mountain
stage lumbering slowly over tbe
rough roads with its four horses
and luggage covered roof, stop
ped at Mrs. Fox's porch and down
came tbe avalanche of city
guests.
Mattie was straightening the
musUn curtaius of the windows,
and hurriedly filling the large
f blue pitchers with, water when
the trunks were brought in the
house.
It’s Mr. Basset and his bride,
all the way from Boston,’' said
Aupt Fox. complacently. “Is
everything ready ? Because they
ace coming up stairs defectly.
And l never did see any one
(pressed as genteel as she is. A
regular beauty too 1”
Mattie stood quite pale and si
lent, with the homespun towels
in her hand.
“Bassett!” She repeated, ‘*and
from Boston 1,,()!>, why,' of all
places ju tfie world, qdid they
come hereT’
And the nest moment th e
hoineepuu towels lay like a drift
of scattered snow at Mrs. Fox’s
feetaud Mattie was gone,
“Mercy on us!" said Mrs. Fox,
stooping to recover her lavender
scentedTreasures.fs the girl gone
crazy ?”
The stiff, crimson glow of the
•unset was irradiating the lonely
glen, when flarrofd Bassett part
ed (lie overhanging boughs with
one hand, and plunged into the
leafy wilderness, where on one
side, tlie mossy rock rose almost
perpendicularly, and on the other
.* brown waved block ran, with
clamorous gurgle.
“Maitie 1” he exclaimed, stop
ping short, “Ain 1 dreaming ?'
Alattie Fox sprang angrily to
her feet.
Would they leave her no soli
tary spot of refuge? Must she
be thus Ii u n t'e <t down like a
w’ounded deerf
Harrold Bassett was the man
she had allowed herself to love
'lie soft vmced, vlofet-yed de
ceiver who had fed.her with soft
glances and whispered words, o
til—that dark day when tleother
shop-girls, with sidelong look,
and tittering whispers, had told
fiie story of this approaching
marriagfe to Miss Belfort, the
Boston heiresi: *
She made an involuntary
movement to escape, but he
placed himself'directlv across the
narrow gateway of rock, which
alone afforded an egress.
“No,” said lie, firmly, yet not
without the lurking shadow of a
smile around his lips—**you shall
not leave me until you have ex
plained all the mystery of your
sudden departure from Boston,
leaving behind you neither name
nor address.”
“I am not responsible to you !”
she breathed.
“You are responsible to me T
lie returted. “I loved you, Mattie
Fox, and you knew if.”
“This is simply folly,” cried out
Alai tie, “if not something worse !
Go back to your bride, Mr. Bas
sett. It is to her ears only that
you need whisber loVe !”
The young man ouened his vi
olet blue eyes yeiV wide.
“Mettie,’’ said he, “what on
earth are vou talking about? My
bride ? 1 have no bride. I never
shall Have any bride but you!'’
••Who is (he Mrs. Bassett who
came to my aunt’s house this
morning T'gasped Mattie, mar
veling at i h e hardihood which
could thus deny an absolute and
apparent fact.
‘ Oh!” said llarrold, “is that
what you mean ? It is my broth
er's wife. And she and her lius
bapd are putting op thief ham
mocks and establishing tbe i r
rustic tables under thb pine trees
back of the house, at this Very
moment. Of course, f cohTdn’t
remain with them. Is not a third
person always, de frop when a
young couple are on their wed
ding trip ? So I came lfbre, and
I think fleaven directed my foot
steps j for the very last person in
the world whom I cobid have ex-
pecked to see was you,dea^r,Mat
tieT’
“And, you are not married 1”
repealed Mattie, with a gfeat,
overwhelming thrill of happiness
at her heart.
“No f* he answered, with ero
f i SO-.MO i
phasis.
“And It' wa? vtjur brother who
was really lo be married, when 1
believed ii "was you, and broke
my heart over what I considered
your treachery and deceit f’ she
pursued.
“Well, it certainly was not me!’’
dVclared llarrold Bassett; **for
now and here, at ybur feet, dear
est, I speak the first declaration
of love I ever spoke. I love you,
Matjie V 1 have been wretched in
your absence.' jbef me fake you
back to Boston with me as my
own treasured wife?”
'So Mat he, shy and beautiful as
sotqe drooping wild floWer, was
brought back lo the firm house,
to be presented 10 til* bride
YOL. m AO. 18.
and her husband as llarrohi’s en
gaged wife.
Mrs. Hardy Bassett pot op her
eye glasses and smiled conde
scendingly.
“Very lovely/ said she, in an
audible sotlo voice* and se sweet
ly unsophisticated I I ean always
tell these country rosebuds at
the first glance.
'But I’m not a country rose-'
bud, ’ said Mattie, crimsoning. “1
have only been here al lire farm
house a few weeks. I am a shop
girl, Mrs. Basselt.’ ,
The bride started first, th*n
simpered.
“How very romaticT said slie,
’Exactly like a novel.”
Mattie might almost have been
vexed, if she had not caught the
suppressed laughter in Harrold’s
eyes.
And Aunt Khcsla declared that
the Fox farm house bad uever
been so lonesome as it was after
Alattie went away to be a grand
city lady.
“But sire has promised to come
back every summer,” said Mrs.
Fox. '"She says the old farm will
always be the dearest place in
the world to her.”
-mm
WIT AND HUMOR.
We are a uation of grit. Even
the cotton we ship is lull ot it.
Why are pretty girls like wild
cherries ( Because they make you
uucker up your lips.
l>r. Holland wrote, “There is a
song in the air.” Investigation
would haye shown him that the
air was in the soug.
When Futrick saw the an
nouncement in a shop window,
“Great S.aughter in GlotlMug,”
he stepped in and inquired for
“wau of thirn kilt auiii*,'’
“Too much absorbed in Iris
business,” was the comment
of a Western newspaper on the
death of a brewer who was
drowned in a tank of his own
beer.
“Yes,* said the country mem
ber, “I went to that variety shotv
because I Tell sure IheiVd be no
body there who knew me!
Darned if pretty much the whole
Legislature wasn’t there P’
Mrs. Smith.—-Poor Mrs. Syren,
they say she has been ordered
to a warmer climate. D> you
think she wifi go T* Mr. Brown.
. —“No, not while she lives.”
Dreamy young lady in a rail
way carriage to cheerful and
healthy young man: “Oh, air,
are you esthetic?” ‘*.No ma’n - f
I'm a butcher.”
Scientists say the best brain
food is corn meal; so, if you wish
to hatter a scientist by some del
icate allusion to his mental ca
pacity, all you have to do ts to
call him a mush head—theo ran.
• Wftlq
“Whatis menu time J” a&jts a
correspondents Going to a ptcrue
alone and seeing year first and
second-best gurie with two fellows
you hate, is about as nearly our
idea of a mean time as pen can
express. - .
Married gentlemen may point
with pride to numerous large
verdicts recently given to wid
ows who have sued railroad com
panies for the killing of their
husbands. Such attestation of the
substantial value of a husband is
full of consolation.
This it a boy’s composition on
girls: "Girls are the only folks
that have their own way every
time. Girls is af several thous
and kinds, and sometimes one
girl can be like several thousand
girls if she wants anything.
This is all i know about girk&y&nd
father says the loss I know about
them the better off I am.”