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TJNBE8T.
'Waiting • For what ? Shall I ever know ?
Or ahall the new years creep drowsily by
TUI my death day comes; shall I never know why
I was born, and must live out my life of woe 1 3
s the whole of my lifetime merely a pause
’rwixt my birth that was, and my death to be 1
Mnet I always follow, and never be free ?
Am I only effect ? Can I never be cause ?
Or am I but a link of the weariful chain
Of life, and the sequence of things gone bv ?
I am forced to live, for I cannot die, 3
But my life is empty and all in vain.
Yet sometimes I hear my spirit, elate
At the thought of the glorious deeds to be done,
Cry, “Strike! ’Its the time!" But in answer,
one—
Shall I ever know who?-whispers, “Silence!
Wait!"
It cannot be Hope, for her voice ia sweet *
Tt is not Despair, for T know bnr well •
’TiB llko the ceaseless drone of a knell,’
And wearies the heart with monotonous beat.
Shall another voice ever whisper to me,
“Awake! Tls the hour! Go forward and fight
Thy probation is ended, and impotent night
Has burst into day I” So shall set me free ?
1 not > 1 know not; this only I dread,
That, ere that voice shall proclaim that hour.
Not only the will may be lost, but the power,
And I may be cold with the nameleasdead.
PHILIP HUNTINGTON’S CHOICE.
BY ISABEL GRANT ROCHFOBD.
An odor subtle and sweet floated up
from the garden where the pinks and
roses opened their leaves to the evening
air, and Philip Huntington, smoking
his evening cigar on the balcony, saw
Bose do Peyster walking among the
flower beds, herself the sweetest flower
of all.
She was plainly dressed, for she was
no favorite of fortune, this little country
girl; but she wore her pink mnslin with
'a royal grace that a duchess might have
envied.
A light, swift step upon the gravel
walk, and her city oonsin, Maude De
Peyster, oame close beside her, her
hands fall of fragrant crimson roses.
Her hair was toll of bewitching little
kinks and twists, and her dress, of some
white gauzy material, floated like a
cloud around her as she walked.
“ What a demure little Puritan it is!”
she said, gently caressing Bose’s shin
ing bands of bronze-brown hair. “I
can fancy that ‘somebody’s’ eyes would
admire more than ever if I should enact
the role of fairy godmother and change
this plain attire to silken robes. I
should like to see a tiara of pearls
among these bonny brown braids. They
would become you marvellously well,
sweet Rose.”
But Bose, who had no aspirations for
a fashionable life—the life wherein her
gay cousin won her triumphs as a belle
—only turned her brown eyes, frank
and fearless as a child’s upon Maude’s
face, and shook her head with a demure
sinile.
“ No pearls for me,” she said, gayly.
“ The only inheritance my father left
me was a troublesome lawsuit, whioh it
has impoverished the De Peysters to
prosecute, and it would be little short
of a miracle should it terminate favor
ably. I shall expect nothing, and,
therefore, no disappointment awaits
me.”
“What a contented little goose!” ex
claimed Maude. “Do you know, if I
were in yonr place I should worry over
that affair day and night. A quarter of
a million is no small stake.”
And patting her arm caressingly
round the “litlle goose," who was the
one object on earth for whom the gay,
worldly belle felt a particle of love or
faith, they strolled slowly down the
walk till a damp of shrubbery hid
them from view.
“I will follow them," said Philip to
himself, as he threw away a stump of
his oigar, and snatched his hat from
the table. . .
“ Two of the loveliest girls in Chris
tendom ! ” he murmured, as he de
scended the stairs. And as he pro
nounced the last word he became con-
scions of the, mortifying fact that he
had been overheard.
Straight before him, not two feet
atotnnf w black eves shining bead-
the divine right of natnre, the other
bv tiie exercise of that taste whioh is a
gut from divinity. Bat which is the
best worth a brave heart’s winning t
Either wonld scorn a dishonorable act,
for are they not De Peysters ? Bat who
has always a pleasant word for the
servants and is so gentle that the very
dogs wonld give their life to her service?
Ah, it is only the old woman who can
tell you that, yonng man! Any one
can see the beauty of a lovely face, but
only the needy and friendless know the
beantv of a generous and tender heart,”
“ I do believe the old creature is half
demented,” said the young man to him'
self as he ran down the steps. “What
the deuce can she mean ? Th’t Maude
is the sonl of truth and innocence, no
one could doubt; and I could swear
that Rose never felt an impulse that was
not tender and womanly.
“ Ah. how blest would my lot be with either,
Were the other dear charmer away!”
“ Where can they have gone, I won
der?”
Where, indeed? In vain did he ex
plore the winding path, whioh seemed
more intricate than the labyrinth that
led to the bower of fair Rosamund.
Thsy were not to be found, so Philip
retraced his steps, singing in a fine
tenor voice as he went:
“ In the dark, in the dew,
All my soul goes out to you.”
But no voice answered the love-lorn
plaint.
Dowd where the waters of the foam'
ing river dashed and tumbled over the
rocks in a cataract of silvery spray
strolled Maude and Bose, deep in an
exchange of girlish confidences.
“ And you could think of marrying
that old man?” said Bose, in innocent
wonder. “ What a strange girl you are,
Maude!”
1 Only as a dernier resort, my dear,”
replied Maude’s cool, clear tones.
“ Old Guy Jeffords himself wonld not
be much of a prize certainly, bnt he is
a veritable Midas, whose touch trans
forms everything into gold. Besides
She stopped with sndden fright at a
figure whioh confronted them. An old,
bent woman, whose attenuated form
was but poorly protected by her tom
and scanty raiment, held eat a tremb
ling band, and, in a whining piteous
tone, begged alms “for the love of
heaven.”
“It would be a sorry pretence of
piety,” laughed Maude, iu good-humor
ed scorn, to bestow charity on snch as
you. I recognize the professional
whim whioh proves you to be no stran
ger to the calling. You have chosen a
poor plaoe for yonr trade, gjod woman.
Yon had mnoh better return to the
city. Come, Roseand she drew the
trembling form of her oonsin closer,
and turned away.
But Bose, trembling and afraid, yet
with all her generous soul shining in
her eyes, broke from Maude's detaining
grasp and went back to the spot where
the beggar stood, motionless, with out
stretched hand.
“Here,” she said, hurriedly; “I
have not mnoh, but such as it fs I give
ti freely. I could not sleep this night
blowing that any one was suffering for
wants that I could relieve. Take it, it
will buy yon food and shelter for the
night."
She took from her finger a gold ring,
set with tnrqnoise, and dropped it into
the beggar’s outstretched palm.
* * * * * *
Among the ancient walks and prim
parterres of the garden at De Peyster
Hall stood Bose, her clear fresh voioe
winding in and ont among the trills and
quavers of one of Keziah’s old-time
melodies. The dew shone like di
amonds on the flowers which she.was
gathering, as she sang, for fresh bo-
qnets for the parlor vases.
A shadow fell across the path, and
she looked up suddenly to meet the
earnest look of Philip’s dark eyes.
“Rose,” he said quietly, “I have
She spoke In tones coql and even, but
with a yearning in her ayes whioh be
lied her words. •
Philip read their expression with
eager joy.
_ “ Snob es you are yon can be all the
world to me, I will never marry aPy
woman but .yon, Bose. As for my
wealth, he added, with a bitter smile,
“it was only a dream, never to be re
alized. Contrary to all expectations,
the lawsuit of Wales vs. Home has been
decided in favor of the defendant, and I
am as poo? as yourself, But I thought—
I hoped—it would make no difference
with you. Can yon marry s poor man,
Rose?” She turned to him with a
triumphant light in her shining brown
eyes.
“The lawsuit whioh has impoverished
yon has made me the richest heiress in
the oonntry. The old heritage of the
De Peysters is mine; and to think that
I never knew all this time who was my
opponent! Bat I rejoice only that!
can bestow it all upon yon, Philip.”
“And I,” said Philip, “can give you
only this. Yon will forgive my mas
querading, Bose, since it has won yon a
husband and me a fortune.” And he
slipped upon her slender finger a little
turquoise ring.
Maude shone no longer as the ex
elusive star in the world of fashion, bnt
divided the honors of bellehood with
society’s new favorite, the naive and
fascinating Mrs. Huntington.
And when Bose and Philip received
cards for the ceremony which trans
formed her into Mrs. Gay Jeffords, they
never dreamed that the little romance
enacted the summer before at De
Peyster Hall had destroyed the one
love dream of Maude’s life.
“Dor-
Wild Men.
The London Academy says:
ing last season Mr. Bond, an Indian
suiveyor, while at work in the Madras
Presidency, to the south-west of the
Palanei Hills, managed to catch a couple
of the wild folk who live in the hill
jungles of the western Ghats. These
people sometimes bring honey, wax
and sahdalwood to exchange with the
jers for cloth, rice, tobacco and
betel-nut, but thej are very shy. The
man was four feet six inohes high; he
had a round head, coarse, black, woolly
hair, and a dark brown skin. The fore
head was low and slightly retreating,
the lower part of the face projected'
like th6 muzzle of a monkey, and the
month, which was small and oval, wi h
thick l<ps, piotrnded abont an inch be-
{ ’ond the nose; he had short bandy
egs, a comparative y long body, and
arms that extended almost lo his knees,
the back, just above the buttocks, was
oonoave, making the stem appear to
be much protruded. The hands and
fingers were dumpy and always con
tracted, so that they could not always
be made to stretch out quite straight
and fiat; the palms and fingers were
like
iu the dusky* twilight, stood I made a discovery. I have fuuuu that
Kcziah Gray, the household factotum
of the De Peysters.
Mourning with them in their enac
tions, rejoicing in their prosperity,
chief priestess at all the births and
deaths of the family for the past fifty
years, the rising or falling fortunes of
the house were her one ambition, to
which she clung with a faith as loyal as
ever was accorded to sovereignty
itself* , . . .
She put ont her hand and stopped
' Philip midway on the long flight of
oaken stairs.
“Yon say right, young man,” she
whispered. “Both are lovely: one by
life will be unendurable to me unless
Bhared with you. Will you be my
wife?”
A sudden flame dyed her cheeks scar
let, bnt she looked up bravely and
steadily with that frank, innocent, ex
pression which was the chief charm of
her expressive countenance.
“You are high-born and fastidious,
Mr. Hantinpton; yoa will be wealthy
some dky. I am only a little country
girl, without culture or riches, indebted
to my cousin Maude for the shelter of a
home. Seek some other bride more
fitted for your station, who can bring
you a better dower than a pretty face.
covered with
the tips of the fingers), the
small and imperfect, and the feet broad
and thick-skinned all over. The
woman was the same height as the man,
the color of the skin was of a yellow
tint, the hair black, long and straight,
and the featnres well formed. This
quaint folk occasionally eat flesh, but
feed chiefly upon roots and honey.
They have no fixed dwelling-
places, bnt sleep on any con
venient spot, generally between two
rooks or in caves near which they
happen to be benighted. Worship is
paid to certain local divinities of the
forest. Although the race has been
reduced to a tew families, their exist
ence was not unknown, bnt this is the
first time that they have been described
with any minuteness.
and
In-
A Lightning Calculator,
oioes in a prodii
. foal line at thi
deed it is a perfect wonder, and our
educational men and teachers will find
a great deal of instruction as well as
pleasure in interviewing the child, a
bright boy of nine years. His name is
Alfred T. Talbot, aim his parents live
st No. 1,228 North Msin street. The
boy’s health is rather delicate, so that
he has not been sent to school e great
deal, bnt he can perform arithmetical
feats that remind one of the stories told
about /jsraii bolboiu., He was always
bright, and possesses a remarkable mem
ory. We heard of him the other day,
and in company with two or three mem
bers of the school board, went to the
home of the prodigy for an interview.
He was marvelously ready with answers
to every question. Our easy starters
such as “Add 6 and 3, and 7 and 8, and
2 and 9 and E,” were answered like a
flash, and correctly every time. Then
when we got the little fellow at his ease,
one of the directors took him in hand.
He said:
“Three times 11, plus 9, minus 17,
divided by 8. plus 1, multiplied by 8,
less 8, add 7, is how many?”
“ Nine,” shonted. the boy, almost be
fore the last word was spoken, and the
school inspectors and the newspaper
man looked at eaoh other in blank
amazement. Then the other inspector
tried it.
“ Multiply 5 by 18, add 19, snbtraet
19, divide by 2, add 7, multiply by 9,
itiply by
7, divide
For sublimity and dimensions of
eheek commend ns to these simple, un
tutored children of the forest, who have
been brought up under the sweet and
genial influences of nature, and have
never been contaminatea with the hab
its of cities or effeminated by the vices
of luxury. There is a freedom and
directness of speeoh abont them whioh
are very refreshing, and there are some
people who will be ohnrlish enough to
say that the Indians were right, and hit
the nail on the head every time. It is
at least the first time that tha manage
ment of Indian affairs has been strnok
square in the face, and for this; at least,
the Indians deserve credit. Baok of all
their laughable swagger and impudence
there was some plain, hard truth, which
was spoken where it ought to have some
effecC—Chicago Tribune.
add 15, divide by 7, add 8. mt
3, less 18, add 9, multiply by
by 9, add 18, divide by 11—how
many?”
“Nine!y-six!” fairly yelled the de
lighted boy, clapping his hands with
merriment at the amazement which
crowned the countenances of his inter
viewers, and the inspectors turned to
the paper man and said, “Take him,
Mr. Hawk-Eye.”
Then wa did our best to throw the
boy. As fast as we oonld speak, with
out punctuation, we rattled off tins:
Add 24 to 17} multiply by 9} divide
by } add 33 per oont. multiply by 16
extract square root add 9 divide by 8-5
of l add 119 divide by 77} times 44}
square the quotient and multiply by
17} add 77 and divide by 33 how
ma-—”
Bat before we could say the last sylla
ble tbe boy fairly screamed :
“ One hundred and twenty-seven and
seven-eighths! Ask me a harder one t”
We had seen enough, and with feel
ings amounting almost to awe we left
this wonderful boy. We talked about
bis marvelous powers all the way down.
Finally it happened to occur to one of
the inspectors to ask the other in
spector :
“ Did yon follow my example through
to notios whether the boy answered it
correctly ?”
The tone of amazement gradually
passed away from the inspector’s face,
as he faintly gasped:
“ N-n-no, not exaotly, did yon ?”
Then the first inspector ceased to look
mystified, and began to look very much -
like Mr. Skinner did when he got the
Nebraska fruit, and they both turned to
the gentleman who represented the lit
erary department of the expedition, and
said Ingnbrionsly:
“Did you?”
But he only said;
“The B. & N. W. narrow-gauge will
be owned, not by eastern capitalists,
bnt by the people through whose coun
try it passes. n —Burlington Hawk-Eye.
An English Aristocrat Mabries a
Georgian Heiress —The Hon. and
Rev. James Wentworth Leigh, brother
of Lord Leigh of Stoneleigh Abbey,
Warwickshire, had the lack to marry a
wealthy young lady of Georgia. She
was traveling in England and crossed
the path of Leigh. He was smitten, he
loved, and they were wed. Mrs. Leigh
has become the possessor of a vast es
tate in the w>ntb. a part of which is one
of the famous Sea* Islands, celebrated
for their Hue quality of cotton. The
estate of late years has been going to
wreck and rain, bat it was too big a
thing to waste, so the Hon. and Bev.
Leigh resolved to take it in hand. He
randeffects
has
to Georgia, and will
operations on a grand
brought over with him eight English
laborers, a blacksmith, Carpenter and
scale.
wheelwright and their
started a small English
plantation. If they like it he intends
to increase the size of the colony by
fresh importations.
