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iB TWO MYSTERIES.
We km lllll what it is, dear, this sleep so deep
The foi* hands, the awful calm, the cheek so
I* and chill;
The ljtbat will uot lift again, though we may
<1 and call.
The s a S'* white solitude of peace that set
s over all.
We kv not what it means, dear, this desolate
art pa in.
The fad to take our daily way and walk in it
\y e k'v uot to what sphere the loved who
■ ;ve us go,
Kor **y we're left to wonder still, nor why we
id not know.
But is we know: Our loved and lost, if they
should come this day
Shod come and ask us, "What is life?” not
one of us could say. f
Bitfs a mystery, as deep as ever death can be;
Yeoh! how sweet it is to us—this life we live
Tb> might they say—these vanished ones
and blessed is the thought,
“gdeath is sweet to us, beloved! though we
may tell you naught;
V may not tell it to tire quick, this mystery of
may not tell us, if ye would, the mystery of
ne child whe enters life comes not with knowl
edge or intent,
those who enter death must go as little chil
othing is known But I believe that God is
uid aside is to the living, so death is to the
dead. Many Mapks I)odge.
morning news library no. 88.
HUMANCE OF lUCIIMONl).
BY WALTER M. RICHMOND.
Copyrighted, 1887, by J. H. Estill.
pops take a world of pains
To prove that bodies may exist sans brains;
The former so fantastically dressed,
The latter's absence may be safely guessd.
With a happy heart and an elastic step
Virgil started immediately after breakfast
Tuesday morning for Mr. Morriss’ office.
As he was hurrying down Maine street he
heard someone eall his name, and, turning
quickly around, saw Mr. Pitce approaching
him from the opposite side of the street.
Mr. Price, it will be remembered, was a
clerk in Mr. Morriss’ office.
“Good morning, Paine!” said the young
man, extending his hand to Virgil. “Are
you on your way to the office?”
“Well, if you have no objection, we’ll go
“I should be *' ~ sir, to have your
Virgil was of a reserved nature, and it
was only under the influence of congenial
company that hi . reserve meltel away.
Price was a lively, impulsive young man—
indeed, just such a person .to make a re
served boy feel at his eg*-* Linking his
arm in Virgil’s, he entered at once into a
lively conversation, and soon the two young
men were chatting with the freedom which
congeniality inspires. After gaining a
knowledge of each other’s personal liistory,
the conversation turned upon Mr. Morriss.
"You are to be congratulated, Virgil,
upon having gotten in the employ of Mr.
Morriss,” said Price. “A more perfect gen
tleman thaii he cannot be found. He is a
gentleman in every sense of the word—a
high-toned Christian man. He is upright
in all his dealings, courteous to both rich
and poor, indulgent to those he employs, al
ways walling to assist the needy, and ever
ready to throw the mantle of charity over
the weaknesses of his fellow-creature. In
short, he is one of nature’s nobleman. He
loves young people, particularly boys. If
you are ambitious, I know of no one who
would more cheerfully assist you to elevate
yourself than Mr. Morriss. He educated
one of the most prominent young physi
cians in the city. This doctor, when a boy,
attended the Sabbath school in which Mr.
Morriss was a teacher, and, pleased with
the lad’s honest, intelligent face, and aseer
taing, upon inquiry, that the boy was tal
ented, and desirous of obtaining a classical
education, but that his parents, on account
of poverty, were unable to gratify his
thrist for knowledge, Mr. Morriss, in the
largeness of his heart, sent the boy to Rich
mond College and afterward to the Medical
College of Virginia, defraying his entire
expenses at both institutions. Mr. Morriss
fen* done many other noble deeds, some of
Which we shall never know, for all his good
deeds are done in a quiet, unostentatious
manner. I shall never forget his kindness
to me. Homeless and almost friendiess, I
came to this city from Fauquier county sev
eral years ago, and on applying to' him,
■without any recommendations whatever,
for a situation, he kindly gave me one. I
have been in his employ now near six years,
and during that time he has acted like a
father toward me. But he isn’t an iota
kinder to me than he is to the other clerks.
He treats us all as if we wero his sons. He
seems to forget that we are his employes.”
On reaching the office the young men
found their employer seated before the fire
perusing the morning paper. Mr. Morriss
rarely ever came to his office before 1* or 10
o’clock;but this morning lie had comedown
earlier than was his custom to give Virgil
instructions, so that the youth could enter
at once upon his clerical duties.
“Good morning, Courtney. Goal morn
ing, Virgil,” said the tobacconist, returning
the salutations of the young men, "I am
glad to sec you together, and trust you will
become fast friends.”
When Virgil had divested himself of his
overcoat, Mr. Morriss led him to a desk,
placed before hnn a set of new books, in
which to begin accounts for the now year,
and, after giving him instructions with
which to proceed with his work, turned to
Price and said:
“Courtney, I have some important busi
ness on hand to-clay, and in my absence I
commit everything into your hands. If
Virgil wishes to know anything, you will
kindly give him the information he needs.
Good morning, Courtney. Good morning,
And with a wave of his hand to each the
gentleman left the office.
As he passed out Mr. Walker caine in.
The hitter was a young man of slender
build aud dark complexion, and judging
from his beardless, youthful face, could not
have been more than 20 years of age. He
bowed to Virgil an’d Courtney as he entered,
and, taking off his overcoat and hat, went
quietly to work.
About twenty minntes later Mr. Brown,
or “Fancy Brown,” as he was familiarly
called, sauntered into the office with tnat
self-important air which distinguishes the
dandy from the sounder element of human
ity. Ho was attired as usual in the "height
of fashion,” his clothes faultlessly iittmg
his plump little figure. In his hauil he held
a cane whoso circumference was but little
greater than that of a pipe-stem; on iiis
small head, in dandy-uke fashion, was
perched a beaver, the removal of which re
vealed two huge “scallops” covering the
greater portion of his low, fleshy forehead,
and thus heightening the effeminacy of his
small, delicately-cut features. Ah, Fancy,
if your villainy had not carried you to an
early grave, you would to-day be one of the
brilliant stare in the flrmaiuennt of latter
day aestheticism, and one to whom sweet
Oscar would point with infinite pride!
Fancy belonged to the class of young men
styled “fast,” and by this class was held in
high esteem; but by the more sensible of his
acquaintances he was severely ridiculed.
Although Mr. Morriss treated the young
man with tho utmost courtesy, he found it
impossible to like the dandy, and bad not
the latter’s crippled father ami consumptive
sister enlisted the sympathy of tho noble
hearted tobaceonist, 1 fear Fancy would
long before the openiug of this novel cave
lieen sent elsewhere in search of employ
ment. Since he had become a clerk iti Mr.
Morriss’office, Pauline seldom ever came to
the place, because of her repugnance to
“I would just as lief pass a nest of rattle
snakes as to pass that man!”she often de
clared. “He. always stares at me so impu
Charlie, too, cherished a dislike to the
fellow, and always spoke of him as "that
muskrat,” because of the sickening odor of
musk winch lingered perpetually about him.
As he entered the office, tho dandy went
up to W alker's desk, and, slapping that
young gentleman upon the shoulder, ex
claimed, as a silly grin played about his
“Well, hello. Walker! But didn’t we
have a jolly old time last niglitf You bet!
Eh, old pard; Didn’t we have the fun,
Walker’s face crimsoned with shame.
The sinful m i uner m which he had spent
the night before rushed upon his miud like
some hideous dream. Poor fellow! He was
uot naturally bad. The heart that throbbed
within his bosom was just as noble as the
one which neat w ithin the breast of Virgil
Paine, but, alas! the former had not tlie
stability of the latter, and Fancy, discover
ing Walker’s weakness, had led him into his
own haunts ot vice. But. though his man
hood was tarnished, Walker was uot yet
lost. As he encountered tho lofty scorn
stamped upon the faces of Virgil Paine and
Courtney Price, he manfully resolved never
again to yield to the persuasions of his evil
genius. A sudden feeling of revulsion to
ward Fancy sprang up wi hin his heart. He
despised himself for having been led astray
by so coarse and insignificant a creature.
"Well 'pou my soul, the fellow ain’t got
over his frolic yet,” said Fancy, with one ot
those loud, vulgar laugh - which always fall
so harshly upon a refined ear. "Never mind,
old boy, you’ll get used to it when you get
to be 25. By the way, Walker, I met that
d— old Puritan up the street just now,
and, as usual, he had to lecture me on fast
living. I’d like to know what in the h—
he’s got to do with me outside of this
With these words the speaker took from
his pocket a handkerchief that savored
strongly of musk and drew it over his red
brown moustache, at the same time looking
fondly at his reflection in a mirror opposite.
Suddenly his gaze fell upon Virgil, and, ap
proaching the youth’s desk, he addressed our
hero in the same uncouth manner in which
he had saluted Walker:
“Well, hello, Paine!”
“Good morning, Mr. Brown,” replied Vir
gil, haughtily, disgust visible in every fea
ture of his noble face.
“And tho old Puritan has cauticned us
not to blight your young manhood, as he
calls it. Well, well, I declare! Whoever
heard of such a thing! It may do tqp him,
now that he is growing old to become sane
tilled. But ho can’t keep the young man
down. Say, can he, old pard? Ain’t keep
ing you down, is he ? Going to see your fun,
no matter what the old hypocrite says.
Eh, old pard?” aud the disgusting fellow
burst into another coarse laugh.
“I fear, sir, you misjudge our employer,”
replied Virgil. ' 'From what lean learn, Mr.
Morriss would do everything in his power
to contribute to the happiness of the
“According to his idea of happiness,” said
Fancy, with a sneer.
“Well, Mr. Brown, it is imposible for all
people to entertain the same idea of happi
ness, since society is divided into two classes
—the refined and the vulgar. He who be
longs to the former class finds enjoyment
only in those things that tend toward the
elevation of his spiritual and intellectual
nature, while he of the latter class, like the
brute, finds enjoyment only in gratifying
his lower passions. Tho refined man finds
pleasure only around his fireside, for there
lie meets with those he loves, and with them
joins in genial converse, lively song, and in
nocent and profitable amusements. For the
vulgar man home has no attractions; the
society of the vicious is more congenial to
him than that of either his mother or his
sister; Bacchanalian song is sweeter to his
ears than the most refined music, and a
night’s debauch has m re fascination for
him than all the charms of the home cir
A foot seemed to have been added to Vir
gil’s height while he was speaking. His
great hazel eyes glowed with the fire of elo
quence; the pink flush which nestled per
petually in his cheeks had deepened to a
peony-red, and ovdr his beautiful brow had
fallen in careless grace a lock of his raven
The insignificant dandy cowered beneath
the scornful gaze of the boy, and, like a
whipped cur, sneaked away, leaving our hero
“master of the situation.”
Price and Walker looked up from their
work and smiled approvingl v at Virgil, and
Charlie, who had entered the office unob
served, while our hero was speaking, waved
his hat over his head and proposed “three
cheers for the gentleman from Culpeper!”
Fancy, in the meantime, was bending
over his desk, apparently heedless of what
was going on, but down in his evil heart ho
was heaping the bitterest curses upon the
boy who had so fearlessly repulsed his coarse
“Virgil, my boy, you look superb!” ex
claimed Charlie, winding his arm around his
friend’s neck. “I imagined just now that I
was listening to Cicero or Demosthenes, or
some of those other grand orators who
lived centuries ago. Virgil, you would make
a beautiful Handet! I swear if I possessed
your talent, bearing, voice and physique,
1 would prepare at once for the stage, con
fident of winning everlasting fame!”
Virgil only smiled.
“Virgil,” said Charlie, after a pause, in an
undertone, as he toyed mechanically with
his watch-chain, “I came down here before
breakfast to apologize for being out when
you called to see me yesterday, and also for
the rude manner in which my sister treated
you- I know vou will forgive her when you
have learned she is only a spoiled, thought
less child, having been brought up under
the influence of a mother who doesn’t know
as much about rearing children as I do.”
“I freely forgive Miss Flurine,” said Vir
gil. “1 confess her conduct hurt my feel
ings at the time, but Miss Pauline’s kind
ness speediiv healed the wound your sister
inflicted. Oh, Charlie. I shall never, never
forget your cousin’s disinterested kindness.”
At the mention of Pauline’s name Charlie’s
face became radiant.
•‘Oh, she's an angel!” he exclaimed, en
thusiastically, and so loudly that Fancy
burst into a loud, contemptous laugh.
Charlie tu lied upon him with flashing
“What do you mean, sir, by that derisive
laugh?” demanded our young friend. “You
low-bred, contemptible upstart, I cannot
see why uncle Phil keeps vou in his employ.
If I were he. I would kick you out into the
“But you see, my young gent, you ain’t
got this shebang under your control, al
though you strut up and down the place
like a peacock and put on more airs than
either Mr. Morriss or his sou.”
“It is a falsehood, sir,” cried Charlie, be
side himself with anger. “I rarely ever
come here, and when Ido I treat you with
as much courtesy as I do the gentlemen in
“Do you mean to insinuate that I am not
a gentleman?” demanded Fancy.
“Yes,” answered Charlie. “You have
presumption enough to think yourself one;
but, in reality, you are totally devoid of
every quality tnat makes a gentl man! You
have uot a spark of gentleness in your na
ture! Gentleman, indeed! You are u
coarse, ill-bred scoundrel!”
“Look here, Morriss!” cried Fancy. “You
needn’t think you can talk to me as you
d— please, because your uncle owns the
shebang. I am tired of your impudence.
You and that boy there (pointing to Virgil)
have done nothing but give me impudence
since I have been here this morning. A
man can’t stand being talked to so saucily by
Virgil dropped his pen and fearlessly con
fronted the dandy.
“If you regard me only as a boy, sir," he
exclaimed, “then you, as a man, should
have crimsoned with shame when you
sought a few minutes ago to fill my mind
with low and brutish thoughts—when you
attempted to embitter me against my no
ble-hearted emplover! A gentleman, sir,
however degraded" he may have become
through hi own weakness, would pluck bis
THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, OCTOBER 30, 1887.
eves from their sockets rather than utter in
die hearing of a boy an obscene remark, lest
it should have an evil effect upon the boy's
Again did Fancy cower beneath the flash
of those eloquent dark eyes, but only for a
moment. Pale with rage, he cried;
'li you don’t shut vour d — mouth, hoy.
I'll knock down your threat every one of
those lino white teeth you seem to be so fond
“Yes, you will,” cried Charlie, placing
himself between Virgil and Brown. “You
would not dare touch Virgil Paine, you
cowardly creature, for you know he is your
superior physically as well as morally and
intelleoualiy, and that one blow from him
would send you senseless to the floor.”
And in his anger the hot-headed youth
rushed upon Fancy and dealt him a blow
in the breast. Tlio fop returned the tick,
and thereupon a tight ensued. From the fre
quent tights into which his impulsive nature
had led him, Charlie had acquired consid
erable skill as a pugilist; and on this occa
sion as, upon most others, he came off vic
When the fight was over Price, with a
mischievous gleam in hfe> eyes, proposed
“threecheers for the gentleman from Rich
mondcity!” : k
“And you have put in your mouth, have
you?” exclaimed tho whipped dandy, and
in his passion he picked up from his desk an
ink-stand and hurled it at Price.
It missed that young gentleman, how
ever, and struck Charlie on tho chin, in
flicting a deep gosh, from which the blood
gusheu in a copious flow.
Virgil and Price rushed at once to Charlie’s
help, and leading him to the marble basin
beneath the hydrant, bathed the wound un
til the blood had exhausted its flow. Then
Walker, anxious to render some assistance,
came forward, and, taking a piece of court
piaster from his pocketbook, asked:
“Wouldn’t this do the cut good?”
“That is the very thing, thank you, Mr.
Walker,” said Virgil, as he took the court
piaster and applied it to the gash.
“Bay, old pard,” said Fancy, addressing
Walker. “Are you trying too to get in the
young Puritan’s good graces? Well, well;
there is some charm in his lordship 1 have
tailed to see.”
“Has that muskrat the impudence to
squeal after his cowardly assault?” cried
Charlie, becoming infuriated at the sound
of the dandy’s voice. “If I don’t throttle
him, my name is not Charlie Morriss!”
•‘You will do no such thing!"’ said Virgil,
gently yet firmly. ‘'You have already
sullied your manhood by lighting with one
you think your inferior.”
A gleam of fiendish hate shone in the
small blue eyes of Brown. He could have
rushed upon Virgil and torn him into pieces;
but the youth’s cool, fearless manner held
the insignificant wretch, like a beast, at
"No, Charlie, you must go home now.
You have fought enough to-day,” said Vir
gil, loading his hot-headed friend to the
Charlie hesitated a second, and then like
an obedient child left the office. He loved
Virgil dearly, and our hero’s cool, dignified
demeanor always had the effect of calming
his own fiery nature.
Virgil, on taking leave of Charlie, re
turned to his desk After the little episode
we have related, business began to assume
an air of activity, and the rest of the day
passed away quietly. Late in the afternoon
Mr. Morriss returned to the office He was
delighted with the aptness which Virgil
maui Tested for clerical work, and. gently
stroi i ig the youth’s head, pas-ed into his
own apartment, mutter.ng to himself:
“1 xuve the boy already!”
There's a cloud on my spirit;
There's a gloom in my heart—
A shadow —a something—
That will not depart.
— Mrs. Cornelia \f. Jordan.
“Where have you been, Charlie?” inquired
Mi's. Morriss, as her son entered the dining
room while she and Florins were at break
fast. “Why, what is the matter with youi
chin ? Have you had a fail ?”
“Fall, indeed 1” sneered Florine, as her
beautiful lips curled with contempt.
“He has lieen fighting. He is al
hvays getting into a difficulty, and
finally he will get killed if he doesn’t mind,
and it would just serve him right. You
young bully!” turning upon him with flash
ing eyes. “Now, you are in a beautiful
condition to attend the marriage, aren’t
you, sir? If I were mamma, I would punish
you by making you stay in your room to
Charlie was too deeply hurt to make an
“If mother wishes to punish me,” he said,
“she could inflict upon me no greater pun
ishment than to compel my presence at her
marriage. If I were to consult my own
wishes, I should prefer to remain in my
room to-night, and perhaps I shall.”
The sad tremor in his voice touched his
“I should feel greatly hurt, Charlie,” said
the lady, “if you wore to treat me with so
little respect. ' Florine. you ought not to
have spoken to your brother so unfeelingly.
It was wholly uncalled for. You have
wounded his feelings. Sit down, my son,
and eat your breakfast. The oysters and
■ hocolate are growing cold. Bob,” address
ing the waiter, “go and see if Malindy lias
afy hot waffles. But here she is now. Bob,
hand them to Charlie.”
The boy placed a couple of the steaming
waffles upon his plate and proceeded to eat.
His appetite was generally good, hut this
morning he seemed to have lost it entirely.
He merely tasted the waffles and drank only
a few swallows of chocolate, while the oys
ters he did not touch.
• • Why, you haven't finished eating?” asked
Mrs. Morriss, as he placed his knife and fork
across his plate, wiped his mouth, and leaned
back in his chair.
"Are you unwell?” queried his mother,
"No, mother. I don’t feel like eating—
that is all,” and a look of impatience eloudod
his usually bright face.
“But you must eat something. Bob, hand
him those rolls. Perhaps he would enjoy
them. Wouldn’t you, Charlie? Let me
butter a couple for you.”
But Charlie refused positively bo partake
of another mouthful, and, finding her per
■uasions fruitless, Mrs. Morriss proposed
i at they repair to the sitting room. Char
u. a nd his sister arose and followed her up
stairs. Mrs. Morriss sat down on the sofa
by the side of her son, and drawing his head
down upon her bosom, gazed lovingly into
the large blue eves upraised to hers.
“Oh, my chilli! My child! Why are you
so obstinate?” moaned the lady, as she
passed her slender fingers caressinly through
iiis hair, “I wish you would go with us!
What shall Ido without my boy—my mis
chievous, blue-eyed boy I"
The unexpected outburst of tenderness
surprised Charlie. He looked wonilcringly
up into his mother’s face, and, with the
simplicity of a little child, asked;
“Mother, do you really love me?”
“Of course I do, mother.”
“As dearly as you love Florine?”
Mrs. Morriss glanced admiringly at her
beautiful daughter. Yesterday she might
have answered in the negative, but now. as
she held her boy—her first bora—to her
bosom—as she gazed down into tho honest,
handsome face upturned to hers—as .she re
alized how soon they were to part,, pcrha]>K
never to meet on earth again—she felt that
lie was infinitely more dear to her heart
than she had ever thought, and firmly,
truth fully, slie replied :
“Yes, Charlie, vou are iust as dear to my
heart as Florine,'’ and she confirmed her
avowal with a kiss.
A happy, contented expression stole over
the youth’s face, and winding his arm
around his mother's neck, he said in a voice
so strangely low aud sweet that it seemed to
ring in nef ears to the day of her death:
'•Mother, what has come over you? You
have changed so I hardly know you. Your
icy nature has suddenly melted away, and
you have become what I have always want
ed vou to be—a loving mother!”
Mrs. Morriss did not reply. Him only
drew her boy nearer to her breast, and.
locked in each other’s embrace, mother and
son wept like two little children.
The touching scene did not in the least
affect Florine. On the contrary, it
aroused her jealousy. She could not bear
the thought of Charlie's sharing as large a
place in her mother’s heart as hers. If.
“The idea of mamma’s petting that fat,
overgrown baby,” muttered the girl, as she
stood arranging a bunch of hyacinths in a
Florine was a beautiful creature. Her
complexion was of a rich olive tint, with a
deep rosy hue in either cheek. Her eyes
were largo, black and brilliant, and the ex
uberant growth of soft, glossy black hair
which rippled below her waist was the
crowning feature of her marvelous beauty.
But her comeliness of person was by no
means her only attraction. She poss >ssod
wonderful fluency of speech, inimitable
wit, and a great amount of natural grace,
which, apart from physical beauty, would
have insured her an exalted position in fash
Mrs. Morriss was very proud of her
daughter. It was for Fiorine’s sake that
she was about to re-enter the matrimonial
estate. It was the chief desire of the moth
er's heart to have her daughter's education
finished abroad, and to gratify this pot
wish of her life she nail accepted the hand
of Mr. John Rolfe Woodbury, an immensely
wealthy bachelor, and to-night the two
were to be made twain of one flesh.
* * * * * *
It was 8 o'clock in the evening.
Amid sweet, joyous strains of music, the
bridal party assembled in the elegant, bril
liantly-lighted parlors of the Morriss man
sion. The clergyman, a venerable-looking
old gentleman, robed in his sacerdotal gar
ments, opened the Book of Common
Prayer, and began the impressive marriage
service of the Protestant Episcopal church.
The ceremony, though a lengthy one, was
soon concluded, and in slow, solemn tones,
the minister pronounced John Rolfe Wood
bury and Ann Elizabeth Morriss mail and
The guests immediately pressed forward
to congratulate the couple.
If the crowd had been gathering about
his mother’s corpse, Charlie’s face could not
havo worn a more dejected expression. The
poor boy stood in a remote corner of the
room regarding the scene for several min
utes, and then, feeling himself unequal to
the painful duty of congratulating his
mother, dived a hand in each pocket and
sauntered to a side window. Raising the
curtain, he peered vacantly out into the cold
He turned slowly, and beheld Pauline
standing before him, looking almost angelic
in an elegant costume of white velvet. Bhe
laid her hand gently upon his arm aud
“Charlie, aunt Nannie is looking for you.
Your failure to congratulate her seems to
hurt her deeply.”
“It does'” ho asked “Oh, Paulie! I can’t. 1
can’t! Oh, my cousin, pity me! I am so
miserable! I thought I could part from
mother without shedding a tear, but I feel
now as if it will break my heart! Oh,
Paulie, such a change has come over her!
She is all love and tenderness. Not less
! hail a dozen times to-day she has folded me
to her bosom and sobbed as if her heart
would break! Oil, Paulie! Paulie!” and the
poor boy began to weep.
“My poor cousin!” said Pauline, her lips
quivering aud her beautiful violet eyes fill
ing with tears.
Just here Florine approached them.
“What, crying again!” she exclaimed,
with a laugh in which sarcasm and merri
ment were blended. “There’s nobody dead
in the house, Charlie Morriss! Pauline, I
thought you had more sense than to en
courage such childishness on the part of a
boy 18 years of age. He lias lieen clinging
to mamma's apron-si rings "‘the live long
day. I might have some compassion for him
if he were denied the privilege of accom
panying us abroad; but Since he is too
proud to eujoy any luxury at the expense
of papa—for it is my dutv to call Mr.
Woodbury such, you know—l have no sym
pathy whatever for him!”
Charlie’s brow darkened, but, before lie
could frame a reply, a youth of about 16—
a nephew of Mr. Woixlbury—Btepped before
Florine and smilingly said, as his head al
most touched his feet in bowing:
“Miss Florine, may I have the pleasure of
your company for a promenade?”
"Certainly, Clarence,” aud gracefully
taking his arm she walked off.
As the youthful pair strolled away an
other of the young Woodburys—a youth of
about 18 or 19—if we may judge from the
dark penciling which nature’s hand liad
wrought upon his upper lip—approached
Paulino, and with even more disgusting
affectation than his brother had manifested
"And may I have the pleasure of your
company for a promenade. Miss Paulino?”
Charlie's angry countenance frightened
Pauline, and, fearing that the hot-headed
boy might say something ungentlemaniy,
she hastened to reply:
“No, thank you, Mr. Woodbury. Don’t
you see I have eompanv ?”
"Excuse me, Morriss,” said Woodbury.
“I didn’t see you. 'Pon my honor, I
didn’t! A fellow, you know, is very likely
to overlook the presence of those of his own
sex when a pretty young lady is around.”
“No apology Is necessary, sir,” said Char
lie, with fi eezing politeness, aud as Wo<>d
bury sauntered across the room, the foraier
turned to his cousin and quoted:
•* ‘Oh save me ye powers, from the ginks of the
These tea-table heroes! These lords of crea
If I had my way, Paulie, do you know what
I would do with such fellows as those Wood
“No, Charlie. What would you do?”
asked the girl, smiling.
"1 would salt and pack in boxes, like
people do sardines, all such self coaceited
upstarts and ship them to New Zealand for
the cannibals to feast upon.”
‘‘Horrors, Charlie!” cried Pauline, with a
fictitious shiver. “How cruel-hearted you
are! You should not be so uncharitable to
ward the weak-minded of your sex. The
dandy is a poor, harmless creature. Think
of what a dull world this planet would be if
it acre not for his presence! Think how
monotonous our evening parties would often
prove if it were not for the amusing antic*
of this human donkey! Heafforusme more
amusement than all the manageries and
circuses I ever attended! But there is your
mother looking in this direction! Bhe is
beckoning for you. Come, Charlie!”
Charlie made no further resistance, but
meekly followed Pauline aero:* the room.
His mother met him with open arms and
clasped him to her bosom.
“You are tardy in your congratulations,
mv son.” she said, in an injured tone.
Mr. Woodbury stood near with a good
natured smile upon his coarse, red face, and
as his bride unoasped her son, he held out
his large, fleshy palm to the youth. Charlie
hesitated u moment, and then slowly placed
his hand in the one extended to him. We
think our young friend’s dislike to his step
father had sprung rather from prejudice
than from any good cause. Mr. Woodbury
was indeed coarse-lookitig, and had the
misfortune of creating an unfavorable im
pression upon a stranger’s mind; but that
he was a well-bred, honorable gentleman
nobody could refute. Mr. Woodbury had
taken a great fancy to Charlie, and had
tried every means in his power to win the
boy’s affection, but had failed.
Charlie had conceived an unconquerable
hatred toward the gentleman. The youth
felt that his father’s memory had been
slighted. He had loved his paternal parent
with all the ardor of his warm, impulsive
soul; often had his boyish heart been
touched with a sense of his father’s
wrongs, and never had he hesitated to bold
ly take Mr. Morriss’ paid? in the domestic
wrangles. Heuce the unnatural coolness
which had existed until to-day between
mother and son.
His painful duty performed, Charlie re
joined his cousin. As they passed the piano
they encountered Florine seated at tho lu
siriiment, surrounded by a group of young
sters, whoso ages ranged from 15 to lb
The scene brought to Pauline’s mind the
incident of yesterday. The image of Vir
gil arose before her. His beautiful eyes
seemed raise 1 to hers in mournful eloquence,
and her lips unconsciously curled as she
thought how superior he was to the foolish,
gurralous upstarts gathered Sround Florino.
Was she in love with the bovf As she
asked herself the question a blush over
spread her checks. No, she assured herself;
she had not been so uuwatcbful as to let the
passion steal an entrance to her heart.
“And those are the kind of young men
Florine likes," said Charlie, averting his
head in disgust; “but at a sensible boy like
Virgil Paine she turns up her nose. Par
don my vulgarism, Paulie.”
At the mention of Virgil’s name Pauline
blushed again—this time to the roots of her
“By the way, Paulie,’’ said Charlie. “I
went to the oltiee tills morning to see Vir
gil, and he was extravagant in his expres
sions of gratitude toward you. Ho says ho
will never forget your disinterested kind
A joyous expression lighted up the girl’s
face,' heightening her beauty to seraphic
loveliness. Charlie saw the sudden change
of her countenance, and an expression of
ineffable sadness came over his own face.
“I understand it all, 11 he mentally ejacu
lated. “She is in love with Virgil. But
why should 1 wonder at it; He is hand
some—intellectually handsome, as she her
self says; he is extraordinarily talented and
asgooilund gentle as he is handsome ami in
tellectual. ’i'ne idea of her loving me—a shal
low, hot-headed, harum-scarum fellow —is
absurdl Wjiat a fool i have been to cher
ish the hope of her returning my affec
tion! I win crush the passion at once, or I
will at least conceal it! Pauline Morriss
shall never know tuat I love her! lam too
proud to avow my love for one who i know
The happy expression instantly faded
from Pauline’s face at sight of her cousin’s
“Cheer up, Ctiurlie,” she said, tenderly,
laying her hand upon his arm.
'•'Let me alone,’’ Ue replied, sharply.
Pauline looked at him in astonishment.
Never lief ore hud ho spoken to her m such a
manner. Tears came into her eyes, and,
stung deeply by his harshness, she turned to
leave him. But instantly he caught her
arm, ami said penitently:
“Paulie, don’t get angry with me! I
didn’t mean to bo cross to you, my sweet,
angel cousin! I believe lam possessed of
Satan, i wish I were dead, for I don’t de
serve to live auother minute after speaking
to you so harshly! Forgive me, my cousin,
will you notf”
“Yes, Charlie; I forgive you; but you
had no right to speak to me as you did.”
“I know I didn’t,” he replied, sorrowful
ly. “But you will forgive me, Paulief”
“I told you I would, Cbarli replied the
girl, touched by his plaintive voice. “I
Know you didn't mean to speak to ine
harshly. So don’t trouble yourself about
the matter further. It was very wicked in
you to wish for death. Hero comes brother!
Charlie, doesn’t lie look manly and uoble;
1 never saw him appear so handsome ill
my life as he does to-night. You and he are
so much alike, Charlie. You grow more
and more like brother every day. Just look
at Blanche Watson casting shy glances at
him. The cunning creature! Oh, brother 1”
“What do you want, little sisterf” said the
young minister, placing his hand under her
chin and looking fondly into her fair,
“1 want you to assume the role of Help
and assist this Pilgrim out of the Slough of
Despond,” she replied.
“Poor Charlie!” said Bunyan, turning to
his cousin. “I knew you would grow sad as
the time of parting drew near, although
you boasted up ,o last night you could part
from aunt Nannie and Florine without shed
ding a tear. 1 knew your warm, impulsive
nature was incapable of such stoicism. I
fear, my boy, if mother and Pauline wore
going to leave me ail hour or two hence for
live years, 1 should be deeper in the Slough
than you. 1 fear I can I give you but feeble
comfort. However, f will try my best.”
And lie did try, but without success. A
shadow blacker man the shadows of night
had fallen upon the boy's spirit. To him
the future seemed but a drear}' waste of
years, along which he must journey with a
broken heart. Pauline —she whom he had
loved from his earliest boyhood—loved an
other. She had not said she did; but had
not her countenance convinced him of the
facti Dreamily he moved among the crowd;
mechanically he listened to the sweet
strains of music that floated at intervals
through the parlors. As the wounded deer
longs in his dying moments to flee to some
hidden spot in the wilderuoss where neither
man nor beust may tiehold its sufferings, so
poor Charlie, in the anguish of his heart,
longed to escape to some place of solitude to
mourn over Ins suddenly-faded hope.
The evening passed pleasantly away to all
except the sau-hearted boy. At 10 o’clock
supper was served, and an hour later Mr.
and Mrs. Woodbury, accompanied by
Florine, left for New York, lrom which
port in early spring they proposed to sail
After much persausion ou the part of his
uncle’s family, Charlie reluctantly accom
panied them home. The next morning he
departed, with a Heavy heart, for college.
Lto be continued.]
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