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I the: flowers collection ‘Alas! I am alone." —A young girl’s letter. BY MARY E. BRYAN. Say not ‘alone,’ though lips ol Love ltenii not to press your lips; Because Love's eyes shine not for you, Oh! sit not in eclipse. Are there not other birds to sing Beside the turtle dove ? Bloom there not other flowers beside The radiant rose of love? The kiss of childhood's dewy mouth The thirsting lips may bless And truth lives more in Friendship s clasp Than in Love's wild caress, Nor can the poet tie alone, The stars, the clouds, the flowers— All lovely things her kindred are, And smile in loneliest hours: The rain plays its wild lute for you, To you the bright waves call, The golden jessamine nods to you, I'pon your cottage wall. The west wind parts your silken hair With fingers,soft, unseen, And cool from tossing tlie white spray Upon the billows green: And though you sit ‘alone’ to-day, By no fond arm caressed, Look round: the beautiful, the true With love, your life have blessed: Alone! there is triumphant joy With strong, young heart to stand Amid the world's conflicting throng And ba tie hand to liana. Without one arm to lean upon, save His strong arm alone, And no soft voice to drown the call 01 1 luty’s clarion tone; To draw tiie hand from Love’s warm clasp And grasp the sword <>f truth, And lay oislabor's noble shrine The energies of youth; To say to memory and regret I have no time for tears; There's earnest work for iiand and brain Through all the coming years. a. ant ter, each brillit verish And yet to keep the heart stii! warm, Although unwed—unwon, And give to all the love that else Might have been kept for one; To have the yearning heart enfold Its human brotherhood, And feel with them in joy or woe Jnd ; to 1,' them .mud- JEALOUSY; —OR— That Charming Widow COMPLETE IX OXE XT MBER. BY M. K. D. She was a beautiful, attractive woman, black- eyed, and crimson cheeked, with a splendid bust and arms which she did not mind show ing. I was a little pale creature, neither ugly or pretty; but I did not envy her. Let all the men on earth admire her; one loved me. If I was fair in his eyes I cared nothing for the rest. The other girls were jealous at times. Madge Burt and Barbara Brown declared that there was no such thing as getting any attention from any one where she was; and certainly she tried her best to fascinate every man, single or mar ried, who come near her. Millicent Bray was her name, and I understood that young as she was, -she was a divorced woman. It may be that she had been very much ill- used by her husband, and was the injured par ty altogether; but a woman should bear a great deal, and try every other means rather than sev er the holy tie that binds her to a husband’s side; and there is always a doubt about a di vorce. Some of the* ladies at Mrs. Norton's ho tel shrugged their shoulders, and wondered what the old lady had been thinking of to take Mrs. Bray in. The gentleman, however, fougbt in her defence. Beautiful, musical, fond of flir tation and apt at flrttary, she won her way into their liking. For my part I did not respect her one bit. I did not see anything to love in her, but I admired her. Unlike most women, I al ways found myself able to see the charm that men see in a personally attractive woman. But were I man, I could not do a3 men do— flatter those flirts at the expense of true-hearted women, who love them with all their souls. When good Mrs. Carmen went to her room with tears in her eyes, leaving Mr. Carmen whisper ing soft nothings in Mrs. Bray’s ear, and when little Eflie Fay crimsoned and trembled with an ger because her lover forgot her while he turn ed the beauty’s music and looked down into her eyes, I often thought to myself that those were poor triumphs after all, and that those men who gave them to her were but silly creatures. She liked nen^of them. She mocked them, and had little nicknames for each. She was as cold in her heart as she was warm in manner. Her impassioned glances were those of an actress, nothing more. She gave those glances to my Harry as well as to others, but I had no fear of their effect. Of course he knew she was handsome and that she sang well, so did I. We had met at Mrs. Harlon’s. I was an or phan, and taught music for my bread. He v . a young clerk in a large wholesale house. At our first meeting we had liked each other, and he was the only lover I ever had. We had been engaged three months, and were to be married at Christmas. We were wrapt up in each other, and I believe concerned ourselves very little about Mrs. Bray. I did not. It pleased me bet ter to think of better women. There were oth ers whose minds were continually running on her, however. JealouR Eflie Fay could never quite forget her. Over and over again she sat in my room with tears pouring down her cheeks and talked of her. She’s a deceitful, bold, forward, cruel crea- she declared. ‘She knows Charlie is en- to me—she knows it! I see it in her eyes And she works so hard to get him to herself. I shall break with him yet, and I do love him so. No one will ever love him so much.’ Then she would cry again and begin the old story of Mrs. Bray’s conduct, of her looks, her contrivances, her becks and wreathed smiles. I felt sorry for the child— she was but sixteen—and sorry for Charlie, too, who was acting as most foolish boys do under such circum stances. But one morning she began another strain.. ‘Mrs. Bray is at work with your Harry now,’ she said, ‘and she’ll twist him round her finger soon, as she does my Charlie. It’s witchcraft those women have -an unho ly power of some kind. You ’ll see, Ethel; you’ll suffer as I do soon.’ And then she spoke of words and looks and actions which had quitejescaped me, but which, spoken of, made me strangely uncomfortable. I had utter faith in Harry, but I did not like to hoar such things. At first it was only that; but after a while it was more. As the days went on, I no ticed one or two things that were suspicious. I saw that she contrived to meet my lover in the halls and on the stairs; to sit near him at din ner time; to go out upon the balcony when he did. Char lie Beach was allowed to slip back into his old place in Eflie’s heart, and my Harry was Mrs.Bray’s object. Eflie had been sharper than I; but Harry was too strong in his love for me to vield. I.felt sure. I It was about the time that ! Harry’s business compelled him to go back to town. He left Mrs. Norton’s, only com ing down to see me occa sionally, and we began to write to each other. I have the little notes he wrote me carefully hidden away even now. They are very precious to ine. As I read them : over they bring those hours back again, and I am a young and lovely girl once more. I never loved Harry more tenderly than when I sat down to my desk one morning to tell him of a little festivity which I had been invited to attend, and to ask his escort. I shall never for get that day. After I had posted the letter I sat in my room and finished making the pretty dress I intended to wear, thinking all the while that it was Harry’s favorite color, and that he would be sure to like it. Eflie, happy in her recovered lover, sat with me and read alond from a little book of verses Charlie had given her. They were not elegant verses, nor was she a very good reader, but there was love ia them and in her heart, and that sufficed. We are so unaccountably happy sometimes, as we are unaccountabty sad at others. It is as though unseen spirits, good or bad, hovered about us and whispered to us. I was glorious ly content that day. Outside the sun was bright and the air soft. The geranium that stood in my window was full of crimson blossoms. My canary bird sang shrilly. Eflie, with pretty smiles on her face, basked in the bright fire light, and between her verses talked of dear Charlie. I Lad finished the dress, and sat looking down into the street, when I saw the postman com ing towards us, and Eflie, who had seen him also, ran down stairs to bring my note to me, for we both knew that it was my answer he carried in his hand. She ran down gaily hum ming a tune. She returned with a very serious face. A note wss in her hand, with my name upon it in Harry’s writing, but her expression frightened me so that I caught my breath. ‘What is it, Eifie?’ I asked ‘Ethel,’ she said very sadly, -I must tell you, though you will hate me. The postman who ed to make yen jealous, and I wrote to your beau to ask his escort somewhere. ‘Two notes came at the same time to the house. I knew very well that there was a mistake made—that mine had been put into your envelope, and yours into mine. I scratched your name out of that one you have there, and showed it about to make yon jealous, ‘He’s as true as steel to you. I love you for saving my face, aDd I tell you that. Now try to ‘‘orgive me, utter purposelessness of modern femalo educa tion. ‘Girls nowadays, she said, are not taught to recognize that they have work to do.’ Miss Oliver also endeavored to prove that in devot ing herself to a profession whether as teacher, physician or preacher a woman was not for a moment compelled to sacrifice the household duties arising from the marital relation *< n the contrary,’ she claimed, ‘the best of wives and mothers, in devoting themselves to an Aino in life, set an example to their children which bears fruit in years to come.' When Miss Oliver had concluded Mr. O Dce- nell, raising his voice to its loudest pitch, ex claimed, ‘Brethern and sisters, you have heard the sweet sermon of our sister. Does it not T - >-> —— seem that, with the magnetic charm of her voice, was too happy to do any- j the earnest conviction of her nature, the eio- mg else. 1 knew that I quence that appeals directly to your hearts she is tully qualified to hold a permanent pastorate : Let us pray that our sister, who is now but a thing else. I knew that what she said was true. And when she asked me I stoop ed down and gave her a kiss. It was our last interview but one. When Mrs. Bray recovered, v _ ,, she left Mrs. Norton’s, and .'J Harry Heathcote never knew * jSPpIkv.’. 1 anything about those two miserable days until I had been his wife too long to have any secrets from him. Years afterwards, I met Mrs. Bray once more. At first I did not know her. In the quiet lady with a touch of sadness on her face, *who bent over the cct of a sick girl in a hospital, I failed to recognize the coarse blown beauty of former day?. I temporary preacher, may soon hold a stated position.’ Prayer was then offered, and Miss Oliver gracefully retired, leaving the assemblage | in conference.— Boston Globe. Charley Ross wife and mother. Her na ture was deepened and chas tened, ‘She said gratefully: ‘I thank God and you for The I change. You saVed my life. | The nearness to death, the j impression your noble un- | selfishness made upon me, j worked on my heart and j finally changed the ,whole She ru .slice! toward mi her cloth ini; all ablaze. . brought the note brought one for Mrs Bray.’ I was so relieved that I burst into a fit of laughter. ‘Why should that trouble ne ?’ I asked, ‘Don’t you see your Harry must have writ ten both ?’ she asked. ‘No,’ said I, ‘I do not. I am not jealous of Harry.’ Then I broke the seal, and these were the words I read; •Madam: I have another engagement, and am obliged lo decline yours. H. Hkatucote.’ I put the cold billet down with a strange chill any he had ever wri me, and with his un doubted signature oot! It was no forgery I even knew the pi rare and costly kind with his own m02 upon it. It began ‘Darling and ende<r own Harry.’ I did not scream, I did non; I faced the terrible truth as best I inig She had won hi) me; but I was in no wise to blame. I W. I was sinned against not sinning, attddow should not crush me. I did not even’ myself to play the mourner. Contetmy lover had taken the place of love. He should kn*’not grieve for him; and I asked good ollfeolloran to be my escort and wenf'to th# next evening with a smile on my fatah my heart ached sore ly, and life seem#Id and cruel thing to me. They told ma fey that night. I chatted, I ate and drank*! whenever I was asked to do so. All tb’ the words of that letter Harry had writfelrs. Bray were in my ears. When old Mk .‘an took me home, he told me I had ‘woiyseif out, and was be ginning to feel if I was strong yet. To-morrow I Ik to do that would de mand all my stto take the matter into my own hands, ite an adieu to Harry, send him back !s and letters in my pos; session, and as' of him. As I went up stairs old Mrtnn looked out of her room. ‘Your beau w to-night,’ she said. ‘I expect he was <o find you out, but Mrs. Bray took charfui.’ I tried to laiil my life I felt I must now laugh whed rather cry. I must hide my heart, e should ever call me a disappointed ' No one should pver speak of me »-ho had been jilted. I wrapped m my dressing-gown and sat before my ould not sleep. I could not even lie dThe clock struck twelve, one, two, and ntched the dying embers. Ten minutes id gone by,' when sud denly a frightfk rang through the house —another and. I rushed to the door. Other people the entry. The shriek came from Mrs room, and ere we could open it, it war, ide and she rushed to wards ns witbthmg all ablaze, a hor rible moving of fire. I don’t know what I thoug’m’t know what I did. I cannot remea thing more, until £ had A Eair-Haired, Bine-Eyed Boy at Milan—In the Custody of Italian BeggarS—He Se-m* to Understand English. [From the Chicago Times:] Milan, Italy, June '20, 1S7S.—About one year ago some excitement was created here among Americans by the appearance in the streets of a strolling party of musical beggars, having with them a boy supposed to be Charley Ross, the _ ptolen boy of America. This opinion was based found she was now a loving | upop his actions and the picture and descric- wife and mother. Her no. I tiou of the boy seen in America. When atten tion was first attracted to him there were several children listening to the music who continued speaking to each other in the English language, hearing which he left the performers and mined them, and seemed to recognize the language This was noticed by one of the keepers, who, ia apparent alarm, hurried to him and rudely jearked him out of this company, and the psrtu b'ft• This excited.the suspicion of a lady from , Cincinnati, who saw the affair andCho incurs* Wt'du-„i.n it ——-w--• -i"”" .r.-.-ci ”'J„n C r'i % me * ?‘ • iite. Then i met a good iiAui ; among Americans. In a lew days ..ITciWaW ti.- party was seen in another part of the city, hud a lady at a distance of a rod or more spoke its English, saying, ‘Charley, come to me,’ He seemed to understand, and started toward im- v but was again seized rudely, and with angry words hurried out of sight. All further efforts were d r eated by their suddenly leaving the city. he party is composed of a possibly de formed man who sits in a hand-cart and is drawn about by a villainous-looking man, each about thirty-five to forty years old, of very dark, swarthy skin, hair and eyes black. The boy plays an accordeon and the man-hoise collects the coppers. The boy is judged to be eight or nine years old; eyes large and bright blue; fea tures open, refined and delicate; fair, clear skin; regular, fair teeth; hair light, approach ing red; faint freckles about the nose; of deli cate or light build; seems bright and cheerrul. His appearance and manners will convince the beholder that he is not an Italian, and in no way The interest in this case who loved me honestly ahd I married him, and my little babe came to show me what sweeter and purer aims and meanings life may have. MISS OLIVER’S SERMOiV. Tlio Fail* ISai’Iiulor of ISoslon Ffuauliiii^ flat. Doors ill ■Erooklyii. Under the large awning spread between the trees of Lefferts Park, Brooklyn, a crowd of sev eral thousand people congregated last Sunday afternoon to listen to the sermon of Miss Annie Oliver, the girl bachelor of divinity graduated from the Theological School of Boston Univer sity. After the singing of hymns Mr. O’Donnell, who conducts the open air services held at the park every Sunday, arose and introduced Miss ! akin to his keepers. Oliver. She is a slender young brunette, with i was intensified by the knowledge of the prac- raven hair, flashing black eyes and a noble and | tice in this country of stealing children to aid expressive face. Facing the multitude with a perfect self-possession acquired by not a little experience in the pulpit, she requested that all who might be unable to hear her voice when she should have begun her sermon would oblige her by holding their hands to their ears, and thus indicate the necessity for her to raise her voice, for with the help of the Lord she meant to speak ioud enough for the man ai the furthest end to hear. Then she took her seat and there was more singing. Then the lady preacher was reintroduced, and,from Judges, fourth verse of the fourth chapter. 'She judged Israel at that time,’ she preached a sermon especially direct ed to young women, based upon the fact that | Deborah, a woman, had been called upon to judge Israel. ‘And why shouldn’t she ?' asked the preacher, with emphasis; ‘why shouldn’t a woman judge? What is there in her sphere,’ the practice of beggary and all manner oi catch-penney exhibitions. A bright, handsome child is a small fortune in the hands of stroll ing vagabonds. A Noted Gymnast Divorced from the Woman with the Iron Jaw. One of the principal attractions ofVan Amburg’s Circus and Menagerie is Mme. de Granville, known throughout the civilized world as the ‘Wo* man with the Iron Jaw.’ In one sense ‘jaw’ isihe stronghold of women in general, but this particu lar woman’s jaw-power lay in the strength of mus cle and bone, and the spirit of daring which ani mated her. While many women have been known to ‘raise Cain,’ and excite revolution by the wag ging of the jaw, Mme. de Granville was in theha’o* and she smiled contemptuously at the word j it of being raised herself with 500 or 000 pounds sphere, ‘that should hinder her in performing ! weight, sustained by her jaws. The Madame was at my heart. Wnathad I done to deserve this? i her down upcoor, and a blanket I had What did it mean? What should I do ? A note like this from a betrothed lover, from whom I had parted with the tenderest caresses ! Eflie saw that I was in trouble, and forebore to question me, but she glided out of the room amt did not return for an hour. When she came l 'k her face was wet with tears. . ted! "- hat it is?’ she asked. v Vn nded him unconsciously. I can ngmore.’ Wnt. -• -inor-bell rang I went down stairs as usual, m assing the parlor door, I saw Mrs. Bray, biio was reading a note aloud. ‘I declare, I never was so surprised,’she said, ‘I thought he was in love with that little girl. Ah ! there she comes.’ She hurried away as she spoke, in assumed terror. The next moment I saw Eflie speak to her and a white paper was passed into her hand. Whatever it was, she knew and would tell me. She did. That evening she brought a letter in to my room—a letter that Mrs. Bray had exhib ited to all the house—love-letter from Harry Heathcote, tenders am! more passionate than snatched fronhat lay on the table the entry wrbout her. I heard myself crying: ‘Lie still llwill save your face.’ ‘I saw the thoked out and the light black tinder tbont me, and knew that 1 had at ‘least B" from being burned to death. Soonthat I had saved her life. It was nig' when some one came to my door, ane that Mrs. Bray wished to see me. Of iwent to her. She was ly ing in her bep J in bandages, and she could not stroked at me earnestly. ‘Send then' the room,’ she said. T want to spe* done.’ And wheas* had closed the door be hind herself .Norton, she lool^d at me again in thBtinge way. ‘You savei, she said. ‘Yes; and I re member whtii, ‘‘Lie still, and you’ll save your font women would have liked me to spoil, had I used them so. And you don't ki vorld either. Go to that desk. The:»r there. It’s yours. I want- the duties to which she feels herself called 5 The word sphere is one of the worst abused words in the language. In former times color decided a man or woman’s sphere in life. I re member a now distinguished mulatto who, when he wanted to enter a law school, was laughed at by the legal professors and toldp that for a man of his color the barber shop and not the bar was the proper sphere. The distinction of color«having since ceased to exist, that of sex comes tc the front to the discouragment and dismay of young women who are willing, even anxious, to fit themselves for useful occupa tions.’ Miss Oliver then told the following anecdote: ‘The captain of a vessel was iying danger- ill. The first mate turned traitor and deu*- mined to change the course of the vessel and ultimately seize the cargo. The captain’s wife, who had been travelling with her husband and watching by ,his bedside, discovered the mate’s treachery. -She*! forthwith went on deck, faced the sailors and "declared her intention of com manding thewessel during her husband’s illness, and askeiLthem to stand by her. Every man of them, in True sailor fashion, threw up his cap and swore by the new captain. The mate was pnLiirchains, the vessel kept on her course and finally landed safe in port. ‘This,’ said Miss Oliver, ‘illustrates what a woman can do when she feels herselt called upon to do it. This story was told in a parlor the other day, and one of the ladies present turned up her nose and re marked ‘she would rather hd|e let the whole crew go to the bottom than havBjBtepped out of her sphere.’ Her sphere, forsooth !’ cried Miss Oliver, turning np her pretty nose. ,‘Sphere; is an individual choice. Each woman has her own sphere; she belongs to no class; as she feels called upon to act, so must she act, with the Lord only as her guide.’ Then Miss Oliver dwelt with stress upon the a handsome woman, and while travelling with the circus made many conquests. Among her adorers was Louis Leslie, the noted gymnast, a resident of this city, now with Forepaugh at Chicago. In 1874 Leslie and the iron-jawed woman were mar ried at Liberty, Ky., and lived together as man and wife until sometime in 1876, when the woman went travelling on her own hook. She is now Australia with Cooper & Bailey. A short time age her husband employed Mr. Solon Sapp to procure a divorce for him from his gifted spouse, whose front name is Millie. The petition was filedinthe Circuit Court and depositions taken to prove that while travelling with Van Amburg the faithless Millie was intimate with th&star equililibrist and - ..ovv. The woman filed no answer, ii». . . .o uuubiful whether she ever heard of the application. The allegation of adultery was prov ed to the satisfaction ot Judge Tliajer, and yester day a decree was granted and Leslie was freed from his marital connections with the Woman with the Iron Jaw.—St. ljouis Duuocrat. Our modern poets may well complain that all the similes have been used np before their time. ‘White as snow,’ ‘white as a lilly,’ ‘white as ivory,’ are now general property; but the Welsh poet, Davyth ap Gwilym has a complete ly new image—he calls the maiden of his love ‘white as lime.’ An Irishman, who had been to war, was de scribing the many curious things which he had seen during the war, said: ‘The first bullet * saw coming towards me, was a brickbat com ing over the fence.’ A visitor at an art gallery being asked wheth er he preferred pictures to statuary, said he pre ferred the latter, as ‘you kin go all round the statoos, but can’t see only one side of the ters.’ .1