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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.