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/ ;■ THE SUNNY SOUTH ATLANTA, GA.. Si URDAY MORNING, JANUARY 10, 1891. to hla wife’s lips end her face was pale and drawn atilt. The coach waa but jnat behind, and Trevor jumped down In time to help Mr*. Dennis to the ground. ‘Are jou not wellT” he asked In an undertone. “A little,” she whispered back. ‘ Come and speak to Mrs. Poire and then let me vet you a glass of wine or seme tea. Were yon cold driving?’’ •‘No, my coat is warm,” she answered, 11 but tbe horse bolted in the High Street ana never stopped for more then a mile, and—and ’ “And frightened yon to drath—Poor little woman! Beall)! ’ he added, as he slipped oft her cos r, •*! wonder the Mej ir llkee to drive soch a brute.” “It wasn't the horse's fault—Cosmo touched him wltn tae whip and he won’t bear the whip at alt.” “Why he goes liae the wind.” “He dldn t do it on pnrpos9—some thing start!' d him and he threw out his arm and—Oh, how do yon do, Mrs. Pot re T Waat a lovely day yon have for yonr party ” , ‘•So glad to see yon,” returned the hos toss—‘ And, Mrs. Dennis, yon will stay on to anpper, won’t you?” “Yon are very kiud—we shall be de lighted.” •■And yon, Mr. Trevort” “I have been hoping to be asked,” he said with a langh. ‘ I shall be only too pleased.” Then other guests streamed in and the'r 1 ottos.’ attention was taken away from them. “Come and have some tea,” said Jack, tenderly. In truth he was somewhat frightened by her blanched face and drawn look. ' Yon most hare been terribly frightened, Ethel,” hesald, as he found nrr a seat. “I was—but 1 shall be all right now,” she said, trying to smile. ‘ ; As I told yon the other day, Jack, my nerves have all gone to pltcds. Cosmo says that his nerves have gone, too, so we shall b3 a • pleasan couple by and by.” He laughed as be went away at the Idea of anything being amiss with Major Dennis’ nerve?; and in two minutes he camp back with a glass of ofaampagne and a plate of straw berries and cream. “Drink this and I’ll get yon another—it will pick yon up better than anything else.” he said, sitting down beside her. “I’m afraid my brains would go afti r my nerves,” she returned, smiling—but she drank half the champagne and ate the strawberries declaring herself better. “No, not a drop more. Why, I should be mad to take more— 1 can only just man age this. Now, pat my plate and glass down and let us go out into the garden and see all the world.” Jack was nothiDg lotb, and together, they went out to see all the world, which very soou resolved itself into a dim but charming fernery where a most seductive rustic seat invited them to rest awhile and study ‘ all the world” in single speci mens. “ Well,” said Jack easily, stretching his long legs out and speaking in a thorough ly happy and co nforlable tone—“Well, and waat is tbs latest nows, Ethel?” “The latest news, Jjck,” she answered —“is that Maj ir Djnnls baa more than a thought of what he calls 'cutting the Ser vice altogether.’ ” Jack sat bolt upright in an instant. “Cutting the Service,” he ec-ioed—“but why? 1 thought he was so keen on sol diering.” “So did IT” “And what would you dot Where would you live?” “I don’t know. He talks oT travelling IndelHoltely,” she answered. “Without you? ’ ‘ No—I should have to go too,” she re plied. There was a moment's dead silence, a moment d iring w.iich a new ioea was boro in Jact Trevor's mind. “And you —you would be sorry to leave the—the regiment?” he asked In a curiously strained voice “I,” she repeated—“I—yes, I should be sorry,” and then she turned her head away, but not before Jack Trevor had seen that her eyes wore filled with tear3. CHAPTER X, “Evils anticipated are twice endured." A few days, however, went by and non log mors was said of Major Dennis’s p ssible intention cf leaving the Service. More than once Jack Trevor thought of it, thought of it and dismissed the idea as a ridiculous cr e not worth troubling [ ritatlon whenever he iouad himself lu over. Yet he could not shut his eyes to ! j >r Dennis’s presence; he hardly re- the truth that of late he had be-un aimed that Ms du '->' u ' at da y seemed regard his l^ajor's wife in a new fet : U p tokhe pr. Sent time; H’gecedc 10 say j ‘ VVeU, r suppose i must be 5fT,” he during the few v. teks that hi y/ennists i f aid av tui-n-.d on his heel withji sigh opinions,” laughed Trevor, “and for my patt I’d ratbor have Dennia’e stale chea- nnts than his opinions, any day.” “My faith, yes,” ejaculated Carlton, promptly. And they were troubled with a good many of Major Dennis’ stories daring that week at the mean—he seemed as if be did not care to go outside the Fif teenth lines much, and he spent a good deal of his spare time in the ante room. Not that he had much span time, for the regiment waa lu camp for work, not for play, and neither officen nor men led an idle life by any mesne. Major Den nis for one, complained bitterly of the fearful amount or grind bo had to put in (I am using his language now) and ex pressed an opinion more than onoe that the game waa not worth the psndle and that he should throw np the sponge and leave Her Majesty’s Service to take care of itself. “Bat not till yon get the command, Cosmo,” Mrs. Dennis pat in one day when he had been getting up a special subject for an Instruction. “Yon know you have always had an ambition to have a command.” “Yes—1 know—bat there’s snob a devil of a lot of school master’s work nowa days,” he answered. “Ob! yon are tired. Change yonr clotnes and go down to the town with me,” she urged. “I want some stamps and books, and the walk will do ns both good.” Bat the Msjor was not to be drawn oat of Ms ill-temper. “No, I can’t walk down. I’ve been standing about in the sun all day. I’m as tired as a dog. I’ll drive you down if yon like.” “Yes—if you’ll have the viet>rla,” she replied. “I’d rather not go in the dog cart it we have to stop at any shops.” “Obi nonsen —nonsense. I hate being driven—and 1 can’t drive the viotoria. Can’t yon go without me?” “No—because I know you're bared to death here and want a change,” she an swered. “Besides—I dislike going about by myself. Do come, Cosmo.” “You can take Trevor.” He spoke quite goodnaturedly, but his wife started and her face whitened a lit tie. “No, I want yon to go with me,’ sbe urged. “Do Cosmo—do go.” He looked a little surprised—and for the matter of that, well he might, for never before had Echel spoken to him la that tone. “Of coarse I’ll go, If you wish it so mach,” he said, still with the same astonished look on his face—“bat I do hate—look here—I’ll take the brown horse in the dog-cart, will that do? He’s as quiet as an old sheep, and will wait like a rook as long as you like.” “All right I’ll go and get ready at once." She was quite joyocs at thus having won her point, and was ready in her neat stone coloured coat and white sailor hat long before the trap came round to the door. She went out and looked at her 11 iwsrs, picking off a leaf here and there, her heart in quite a glow of gratitude. For In truth Ethel Dennis had come to that point in her life when only this rough ui:sympataetic coarse minded man, who made it no secret that he was tired of her, served to stand between her and the temptation which comes sooner or later to most womea. He came out just as the dog-cart was brought round, a noticeable figure enough, as they passed through the little gate. Jack Trevor came by and stopped to tpeak to them. He was a fixture In the camp, being orderly officer for tte day. ••Very jolly day,” he said cheerfully. “Are you going far, Ethel?” “Into tne town—I suppose for a drive afterwards,” she answered. In spite of herself the rich red roses began to bloom out upon her pale cheeks, and a light to steal into her eyes. Trevor laughed eovy you,” he said, as he helped her into the high dog cart. “You kuow one never wants to go for a ride or a drive so badly as when one is tied by the leg he-e. Is not that so, Sir?” he added to tue Major. “Very much so, ' answered the Mijor with a groat laugh, as he mouuted into his place and took the reins. Jack Trevor stood watentug them until the trap v as out oi sight. Mind, he had not yet acknowledged to himseif that his f.clings had altog tber ciiauged to wards his old play eiioa—as yet he only bs- iievud teat he was t r.eved and lorry that she should have suen a husband as the Major, no only feita continual sort of !r- Tbe Light of a Love that Doth Seldom Fail. —• For tbe Burnt South. HE DOOR CLOSED noiselessly behind Dong Warden, es he stood in the hell unannounced; after the easy rasbion of tbe plaoe and season. Mrs. Younti the owner of this mansion, was vis ibla through the door way, writing at her desk. She looked np to nod a pleasant greeting, and, with a glance at her lord sleeping on a softly cushioned chair, pointed down the gar den path with her pen handle. With the manner of one at home in the house, Douglas crossed one hall, then another, reaching a doorway, whence, pushing aside a Japanese curtain, he looked oat at two young girls sitting on the ground close by a tiny brook. He wslked along through the bright sun shine, stopping now and then to gather a few of Mrs. Young’s roses, or to frighten away some of the great hoes which were droming liz’ly about them. Music seemed to mingle with every thing around him; music was the life of his life. He h jard it in the beauty of the earth and air; in the sigh of the zephyr as it kisses the flower?; in the glory of a still summer night when fair ies fl >at through the green old woods and the stars twinkle in the blue heavens; in the roll of thunder, the flub of lightning, the patter of rein, the rustle of corn; in the ripple of the stream, the moaning of oc mn's waves, that hide in their vast depths the dead faces of the good, true and beautiful. Music, melody divine, was with him always! Quite in contrast to hla was the discon solate faceofJean Young, aa she sat near her cousin, utterly unconscious of sur rounding beauties. She held a book in her hand, was not reading but just fool ing with the pages, and—well, yes, I be lieve pouting i, the right word to use, even though bus was nineteen years old and a graduate of Marion college. Per haps she did not hear the low, merry wnistie of Dongle?; .pernaps tne soft, green grass scattered so lavishly along the walk deadened his footfaiis. Certain It was that sbe seemed as little moved by his approach as by tne rays of the sum mer sun, p luring down on her bare head, burning tue masses of her brown h*lr Into an undertone of fierce gold. Seeing this, Douglas learn, d against a post, waiting qoisiiy for some acknowl edgment of nis presence. Finally Jean rose and, scattering a handful of bruised rose petals iu her companion’s lap, Impatiently said: “Do throw down that disagreeable boos, Cousin Eunice, and go witn me to walk, somewhere—anywhtre.” Eunice turned her oeantiful head lazi ly. ’Kialiy,Jean,you are such an uneasy cnildl Walk indceul It’s all we can do to keep cool In tnis shady nook, with out venturing out into tne melting sun iver for evo they will still .med of having discovered.” sure that you return for my t/iu.t was almost a groan. ‘Hollo, what’s thai? : - and then he stooped down and picked i'p from the ground something lying almost at his-loot. It was a lady's visiting-card, a card with a mourning border and wiitten upon i„ in a fine Italian haud— had been at Caertsey, ha had i\,^cd upon her only as bis old friend and playfellow, as a new and charming interest in his existence, and hid evoa spoken of her to Monty Carlton—and much to that young man’s disgust—as the but chum he had ever had in all hislif.j. He had been all along so sorry that her husband was not more congenial to her and he had felt the deepest commisera tion for tae young, heaitny active nature taat, from almost the time cf his father’s death, had evidently been cramped ana warped in every way. Butnow—now Ween he was forcod to see all too plainly that she had practical- i J ue r, ' -er m ur ' aur s sweetly as, alone, ly no hand In arranging the pi.n of their 7 1 s'-aml and hear, enrapt, it's silvery tone life, he oegaa to feel d.tforently towards 1 I look across the hills so far away, her! lie began to feel indignation as * where lingers yet ihe light oi IL. : ng day weil as pity! He nad gathered that if Tue rosy hue that giiuts toe distn the Maj >r c'inse * ' " * siou auu take to K.hsl would tiav him otherwise, her beingdia gedab u. fromoie foreign hotel to a l oine.-wituoat a cnild to com-. fort her, wit: oat a mother to stand by ! Entranced I stind and gazs with wondering eye her, or a buvou.d who would oe any- i - > — — ttiiug of ac lOipauion to her, was enough “Mademoise.le Valerie." (To be Continued.) For the Sunny South. A SOX a OF PRAISE. Kyening shades are deepening o'er the And stilled i:i eyeuiug’s nush ail s in:rth. ■ T.vilig i idem: I poll tue tinted wave, the earth, the sky, While thoughts so ho.v lips may not impart to midden bluf. Aad yethe •vaiYo'hmV I ^hfur t" tUri “ wilUlu less, wh*t could he Co or hei? Simp y I notniug! Si4 >VA3 Dennis’s wife, and 1 And now upon the air a soft, low note the oidrst of friends cannot with reason ' sweet might hare come irom angel’s WFe oavliig no V G6r~ excise “than the I floats forth’and on the wind is borne along face that tier wj adisparity ofyears T’’^ ’ Db the moea-lord’s evening s bci. ween ! ne m arid that their dispositions ho! on a gentle swaying limb, near by, were n it congenial to caca other. ! lie sits, his heal up turned unto the sky, HowoVt r, vlaj «r Deueis seemed to have ‘ And siu S s and slugs the while, his liquid iay forgotten his suggestion and also in a ’ Dirough wild aud wood a wondrous song measure to recover his good spiritsTat ; pralse! *Pi r - toa t C, a-P ! ained to ’ O, woodl nd warbler! unto thee is given, irevo* ivi t i h ahaui -i• ul airot fret'ulaesa 1 Tae power to pour hymns of praise to heave Take a book and read, or sit down and let ns have a quiet chat.” “I will not," rebelilously retorted the girl. “1 am going for a walk; and I’m going to nave an adventure, too. Wnen you see me come back leading captive sumo stray prluct, or dace, or—■> ‘ Or cowooy," finished Euuice. “On, yes; 1 foresee a wildly exciting Interview witn the rector, in wnich he will abk after auntie’s chickens, or pernaps a highly tragic meeting with the sexton, who will demano, in tue most bloodthirsty man ner, to know wnen he can come for the ■cold witues.’ These are tne kind of ad ventures you wili have in this quiet place, i do not mind the wale in the su.:, Jean, half so much as hearing vou snub toose poor creatures whenever you meet them. r ney are human, and my heart goes ou-^n sympathy for them.” *• Fanevfgy'.ijmpliiug for any one, exeent , ft.;*:. Vvjf» v . * * . . . . a-— - .*»% “1 do sympath’zj with him, a!so; for 1 know you are not acting with nlm as he dt serves. He is the original Douglas, ‘lender and true.’ ” “ Well, 1 nope he’ll l ave a bettor time of it than taat poor duffer had. Do you think whtn ho gives up waiting for the cold moon to descend to earth for his oenefit, and turns to some nearer and warmer planet, o», let us say some meteor, for consolation, that I will, lice the nameless young person in the ballad, begin to wail for mm to come back to mi? 1 •‘It would be easier to imagine Mr. Worden artful and misleading, man to think of you, Jean, waiting lor a man.” “Never lear that 1 will wait for him. He is to me the greatest nuisance Autau- gaviile can boast of. He could not ope’ nis mouth but out there flew—” “•Words of wiBdcm? 1 ” questioned the young man, stepping forward. “Quotation!’’ “Miss Jean, why are you so cruei? Cry wou’tyou, and walk down tne °-ar- if.h m-VI developed, no more re “Which willjlk able for |eaei * Probably lotion may have reason moat of their tb “I might have would deal mo a assertion.” “As we are llksVtwo dnelista, each should be acquainted with the other’s bad r* potation for making unfair thrusts, and ought always to be on guard.’’ •* “There is no feitt that yon, at least, will over forget,”/^ replied, with the sudden fl <sb in hi<*#r*e wnieh she always exalted in calling np. Just then their dialogue was inter rupted by the entrance of Jean with a couple of visitors- And Eanice displayed snob amiability end intellectual powers that Douglas wondered how he had ever entertained theregard for any other woman, ^ , Late that eij CO mmitf the cousins were returning ffLnarlog dB * n turned suddenly to L p „ LVith e steely glitter tn her eyerf^-ioh Was understood only too well. “Eanice,” she began, “I’m glad of this opportunity of speaking to yon alone. T am sure it is unintentional on yonr part Yon are nnaccustomed to society, bat I never before knew you to fall into tbe error of forcing your society where it is simply tolerated. However picturesque a tableau yon and Mr. Worden sometimes form, I do not cere about my affianced prolonging it inceficitely. Besides, I will not stand by ifflSiee you ridiou’ed, bo it evir so gently-” This roused Eunice from bewilderment. “What do yon mean? No one has ridi culed me, no one would darel” Jean smiled comtemptuously. “I could see from the first that your manner was a surprise to Douglas, and of late has be come an amusement.” _ An icy band seemed to grasp Eunice’s heart. Words of prince denial rose to her lips, bat she frreed them book. Not sbe—no one—must ever guess of the swift pang that darted to ber breast and there took np its abode, with a sharp pain that seemed atterly oat of propor tlon to the causel >, The horses now ?j;-Vnp at the gate of Jean's home, and toey prepared to alight. •Girls,” said Mrs. Young, as they entered the house, “I forgot to tell you yesterday that we had received invita tions to a grand ball to be given tonight at Mrs. Gray’s.” . At any other time the thought of a ball would have filled T^kiice with delight; but now 8he^®"'‘' ,ac i ’her poor brain for some excuse 1 . 108 '' 1 ' would be sufficient to warrant hetV > °_y,',; s f at home. For once this usually^ jiji member could sug gest nothing, SrS k ’>t I st sbs began dres sing n Tne ball room was r crowded when Mr. Young’s party arrived Much to Eunice’s surprise, her card was fooq fined; and when Douglas carpfe to claim his waltz he laughingly remarked: “If I had not engaged you when you first came in, I should nave oaen obliged to ‘stand afar off.’ ” “ Distance lends enchantment’—hut, really, have I appeared very green? This is my first ball, you know.” “Although you are an artless, innocent, Garden-of Eten sort of damsel, you play the woman of the world well ” She was a perfect wa lzsr, and for a short while Douglas was supremely happy “Now, you mast give me a promenade between the last two waitzis,”he said when the music stoppjd. “I have some thing to toll you.” “Yes, I know,” she answered; and was led off by a young ma-j who Claimed her for the next polka. All that evening—ages it Beemed to her—3ie danced, ianghed. aDd fl rted, while her heart ached and head wnirled. “You are tired,” Douglas said, when he came for the promised promenade. “Come with me out into the moonlight.” She tried bravely to smile, as she noted the cousinly manner in which he led her from the room, bui, her face was cold and white. ‘ Tnen, you can guess, Euuice, what it is I have to tell you?” Of course. It was 76ry plain to every one.” , “1 could not hripoit, Eanice. Ever since I saw you fir,>11 have not been able to keep away frojyoa, or to control my love, Will y^^iEre ine just one w-e first dtacours-isenunc’” a thiust will and Grima. a ,.ur i^- r w ,. r< u j Ives and Q-., run—Xul-on wuvn dr., ’ Hok dur^**%v..> . f J “1 am sorry yiiJstK upon my love as an insult. God knots I iove you, Eu- nlcel I know you doi’t care—there is no hope. Jest! sneer! ttli the story at my j man turned upon xne h ex-ienst ! I’ve made ^fool of mysel’, and and looking intenc'y I it is a good deal, at ml age, to discover I -- ,J - “Faithful Until Death.” A Touching Story of a Woman’s Sweet Devotion. For the Sunny South. OU will not forget me will yon, Nellie, my little darling? And when the war is over, and I shall have won for myself hon or and distinction, I will come again to claim you as my own, “Forget yon, Clifford! Why do yon ask, when yon know how fondly I love yon? And do yon think love like mine less strong than yoarst Ah, yon mistake me, Clifford. My love is pnre aa heaven and deep as the ocean blue, “Nay, little sweetheart, not that; bat I thought,” and here his voice faltered. “Should anything happen me, and another came to woo, perhaps”— “Don’t say those crnel words, Clifford; I shall be true to yon, tbongh we never meet again; and when yon return, my soldier boy, yen will find yoar Nellie still faithful and trne.” Hark! the shrill notes of the bugle are heard calling the men together; and catching her up in bis strong arms he passionately kissed the rosebad lips and said: ‘Good bye, sweetheart, until I re turn, having won for myself a name wor thy the love of so tinea woman.” The young soldier boy shouldered his mnsket and marched away to join the brave and fearless Lee, while the latent sorrow so long slumbering in the bosom of Nellie Lane burst forth, and with a cry of anguish she flung herself on the sofa, and eoobed he. sell to sleep. God in his infiolte wisdom deereed wisely when he permitted us not to lift the veil of the future and penetrate its dark and fathomless mysteries. Many hearts that are glad would be saddened; many eyes that smile would be dimmed; many a voice in laughter would bs hush ed, were it otherwise. His ways are just acd past finding out. The battle of Seven Pines was a memo rable one. It waged long and fierce, and though victorious, ths battle field was strewn with our orave Southern boys. Tne army ambulances were kept busy, and improvised litters, borne by strong men were, carrying the wounded to the hospitals. Even private dwellings, with their hospitable inmates, were giving shelter to the wounded Confederates. The battle was hard won, and many a brave soldier laid down his life on that faithful da?, many a home was saddened, many a heart wept sore as the Intelli gence reacted them of a son or father who had fallen. Soon after the battle I, in company with other ladles, went to the hospital, carrying with us soft linen cloths and scraped lint, so necessary to surgeons in dressing wounds. Passing into one of the wards, 1 heard a little distance from me a faint cry for water. Snatening up a cup of water near at hand, I hastened iu the direction from which the sound proceeded. Looking to my left, 1 saw lying on a cot a tall and ha dsome young soldier, beariDg the shoulder straps of a lieutenant. His face was deathly pale, and his clothes were bathed in his own life’s blood. Bending over the proit-rate form, I tend rly raised his he^d and placed the cop of water to his parched lips. He eagerly drank every drop, aud, lymg back, closed nis eyes, wrila his tail i form shuddered, as though in pain. X j procured a basin of wat'.r and wished: tho blood from his fair, t angled carls, be j at the 3ame time giving expfessiou to his j appreciation in a smile and faint “tuank ; you.” Seating myself beside the dying th", I [ tenderly took bis hand in mine. Just, then the hospital surgeon, a handsome j Tennesseeau, with a fnca as gentle as a i woman’s, ben: over the man, examining ’ his v/ounds. He looked witn a pitying glerxi af-.Dy. dying soldier, and turning to The SHTTb'T-'mj no u*«*p -r numir those whom I can benefit; his wound mortal.' ■aid; “I once heard of a Miss Nellie Lane of Witheville. There died in the hospi tal at Richmond a young”—but mercy! what is the matter with the woman? Her face la deathly white, and she to trembling like an aspen leaf. “Come,” sbe said, rising and clutching my arm. “Come to my room; I feel faint.” Following her aa submissively os a child, we entered her room, sbe closing the door and locking It behind her. Al most pushing me to a seat, she bade me toll her all. I was seized with terror at the frenzied woman padrg np and down the room like a lioness at bay, thinking I was at the mercy of a maniac. Finally, seeing that she was suffering from sorrow, I begged that she be seated and compose herself if she wished me to continue my story. When 1 had finished she laid her head In my lap and wept as only a broken hearted woman can. Aftenan interval she said: “I am this Nellie Lane of whom you speak, and Clifford Whitmore—my lover!” And, like David of old, she cried alond from the fullness of her heart: “O Clifford, Clifford! would that 1 had died with you! Would the same grave contained us both! I have been trne to you, my love- been true! ’ Nsver shall I forget that soene—the very outburst of a crushed and broken heart. After this sod interv e v Miss Lane was my constant companion, my shadow, as it were. Ste never again reverted to this sad occasion, oat grew perceptibly sadder day by day. One short month, and we parted, she writing to me, almost every week, letters of love and tender thought- One day there came to me a paper from Rich mond announcing her death, with l short sketch of her romantic life, which spoke most beautifully of her perfect de votlou to.htr lover’s grave. Scarcely i. day passed that she did not visit her lover's tomb and place fresh flowers there. I did not weep that my friend had died. It were better tha?; for iu her death Clif ford Whitmore and Nellie Lane were united in—Heaven. Mamib Cox Smith. Trft--y? -TM*fflctn: .‘itfig rvn ! f?T’? z "lv6Te ,v * iB afraid of Ted. ! j How oft gaze tlvHy Dioat-d w;tU wit.” “hja?" isxid Jaca, looking up sh&rply, Canton repeated, his assertion. ‘‘The o!d chestnuts Into ray heart have melted thoughts of praise “ ut ’ L^,, U J ibis morning—more j That 1 woul 1 Liu have sent a song of love ttiau naL tt.e fellows shrieked wild de- t Cuto the very throne of God above, light thougn they had all read them in «, print years a^o. However, Dennis shot ! ai ee war-bier, coutustthoa now to me impart themoff ivlta an air as if he~had just quit non with mt? “I would walk even farther than that,” Bho said; and, as he began to thank h6r, added: “Do iscape Eunice’s society. She is so disagreeable this jnorniug. I do not quite understand cousin Euuice. Sometimes I wonder whether sno is life years old or five hundred, so devoid Is she of impulse," “Impulsive! I? I may have been ages ago, when I was eiguteen, but, trust me j my natuie nas chaugtd radically during J these past two years.” And tho beanll- ‘ ful, Strangs gin turned back, and began ! reading as calmly as thougu her com- I panions n.vi vanished oil’oho face of the | earth j Douglas and Jean turned away too, 7 and without lurther ceremony walked | forth info the suushiue, i “Eunica Somers would deceive an ! angel,” exclaimed Jean. “Nature has The grateful thoughts that oo th? W,ra£ve 11 j Vr 2?*“ ^ hen scenes like this have met my song! s-x or seven mads ’em aud as I said, Idiots laughed.” “And you didn’t?” asked Trevor, wait ing patiently for the end of the little yarn. ”1’—with supreme disgust—“I! I wouldn't nave moved a mmole of my face if my ifu itbo.f nad di pended on my doing it. Way 1 wouldn’t laugh at his jokes if they’d been ter, and 1 certainly wouldn’t c jndt.scsnd to even grin at any body s jokes that were years oid.” “No—1 suppose not,” commented Jack rather ahsenlly—“I am alwajs finding myself wondering why Dennis ever trios to make a Jose at all. It’s not because he is a genial sort of a cnap or lovis a joke a bit—he doesn't! Aj a general rule It you take notice, he either doesn’t see a joke or else he laughs in the wrong place.” B ‘Til tell you what it is,” rejoined the other with pi rf jet seriousness—“as soon as I get my msjority I shall retire.’ “But why?” Trevor cried. “B_ecaiiBe,”—solemnly—"although the Service is an excellent school for a young man—there’s none b.tier—it plays the very devil with a man over five and thir ty. For a subaltern nothing can be bet tor—a youngster learns to think little of himself, to respect place and rank, to be respectful to his superiors, and under the old system, when a man often went on till he was fifty before he got a command everything worked well enough up to the very end. A man got seasoned and his place settled before he became a field- officer. Bat now, as soon as be gets over thirty he begins to look for his majority and a precious ass he generally makes or himself when he’s got it. How do you aoeoont otherwise for nearly all officers over the rank of Major being such prosv old bores as they arc?” 1 “I can’t account for it,” Jack answered smiling. “I only know that it to so.” “I’ll tell yon in a word. Take a brute like Dennis for Instance. He’s a senior and he has to be listened to whenever he chooses to speak. Let him toll ever such drivelling rot in the form of a story and nine subalterns out of ten either listen with respectful attention or applaud him with uproarious laughter. Tney’ve got to practically—It’s the right thing to do ana they do it. ’Pan my soul, it woald be a good thing for the Servics at large If all senior officers were forbidden to tel1 stories or any klad at tbe mess table.” “They couldn’t be forbidden to air their Tne gift to sing the praises of'ray heart, Like Hies. O feathered songster, would I sing Till ah the earta with ray glad soug would ring! Like thee, I’d trill iu evening’s twilight hush. And at tae dawn’s lirst pink and dewy blush; All thro’ the moments of the happy days My life would be a constant ‘ooug of Praise ” Beatrice Stevens. Lost Her Peauiits. At a recent International fair or indus trial exhibition in Buffalo there was a show of a new sort of engine, which went around and around on a circular track level with the ground. As the crowd stood hemmlDg in the track gazing at the queer locomotive, a very stout woman who was eating peanuts from a paper bag, became frightened by a rearing horse near by, and stepped npon the track directly in front of the moving en gine. The engineer blew his whistle and this scared the woman so badly that her discretion was really frightened away. With a scream she ran along the track in front of the approaching engine, still clinging to her bog of peanuts, and swinging it in the air so violently that it sprang a leak, scattering the peanuts In a thin trail behind her. She was stoat, and. the effort to ran made her a singular spectacle; bat sbe was In terror of her life, and traveled aroand the track at a really good pace. The crowd became wildly excited. “Hooray! hooray!” men shouted. “Go it! you’ll git thar first!” “Stop your engine! you’ll ran ove r her! ” ■hooted on elderly gentleman, waving hie umbrella at the engineer as the ma chine went past him. “No danger—I can’t catch her at the rate she’s going!” the engineer, shouted back. Women screamed, boys cheered and dogs barked, and all the time the engi neer kept blowing his whistle. Mean time the stoat woman had made three wild tripe entirely aroand the track. Then, in her desperation, her absent mind tarns bock and it occurred to her to step off the track. She did so and the engine went past. As she came off, redin the foes and out of breath, she still grasped her papsr bag firmly. Bat th9 peanuts were all gone. “Sue certainly has tbe gift of fascina tion. Then, too, she posses ies glorious qualities. She s generous to a fault, aad capable of proving a downright heroine it the chance offered. If she has a heart, what a grand one it must be—if only a man could gat at it!” “I see a promising flirtation already. You are never happy till the woman you happen to admire at the moment is half dead in iove with yon, and evey one Knows of Eunice’s genius for flirtation. Let me charitably hope that it will prove a case of, ‘when Greek meets Greek,’ and that both will get your wings burned.” When Eunice was left alone deep, neavy sobs shook her slight frame, mak ing every quivering breath she drew more and more agonizing to her. “Why does Jean torture me thus?” she said to herself. “9he has hated me ever sines I came here, two years ago, a penniless orphan. ‘Five or five hundred!’ Yes; it is true I am growing old. Dear God! tnere are some of ns with young faces that are older than others of seventy. People have grown older between the rising and setting of a sun than was Aoraham on his deat h day. On! why will a spirit which longs to be free still cling to earth, where everything grand and beautiful reposes Just beyond the grasp? When the wheat lies dead in the harvest- fields the flre-flaes pat out their lights and die, tool Tne wheat to their love, and love to dead; what to there to live for? O, Hsavenl 1 love him, and he despises me,;I know he does! 1 always appear at my very worst before him.” She made her resolve that Donglas should never know, more firmly than ever that afternoon. Aad so, when they met day after day she was cold and dfo agreeable. Sometimes Donglas woald try to bo friends with her—or coarse he woald not like Jean’s cousin to be his ene my; bat she never coaid be merely nis friend, and therefore continued her hos tility. At times the peculiar state of mind and feeling into which they had faUen gave each a wicked desire to wound the other. Then their tote a totes woald have been worth overhearing. “It would never occur to a woman what our encounters remind me of,” said Donglas, after one of theae dialogues. “We are like two duelists.” “I only meant two fencirs, using bat- toned foils.”. “Don’t ( try to deny that I have “Iels very odd that we often know in advance Just what the other to going to say. It proves that there to a strong affinity between us.” “You are mistaken. Wa are densely Ignorant; but we know enough to under stand that, when mankind is sufficiently was capable of doluj it 8J thoroughly. Now, good bye! I slfcil leave Autauga- vllie tomorrow mon j/.g, ai.d will never insult you again by cfering my love.” Clasping her banjo over her eyes, Eunice groped her way somehow into the conservatory. Sue tried to think, butfor sevexai minutes all was confu sion. • Eunice I” Mrs. Worden placsdher hand tenderly on the bowed head. “Eunice, I want tojtalk with you. I met my son just novi.on the veranda. His face was wnite ?rd rigid, but he said calmly, ‘Moiher, i an going away to morrow.’ Listen to rie, my child, I have a little story to tell. Perhaps you have heard it before, tb.:.’ffh exaggerated in every detail. Years igo, before Douglas dreamed the world. Lefd as peerless a creature as you, he ted a woman he loved her. He feund out L’f mistake when too late. She proved to e an adventuress. He pleaded for his resase. She rafusad to give it. To-day tb» news arrived that she died last wotk if the la grippe, in Selma. You know tin rest, dear. The barrier was cut do .vi,and my boy was free, to tell you of Lis »ve.” ‘ Taere is another o frier—J 3an! As the surgeon moved awav the dying i3 soft biue eyes, for a moment, said: “Yours is a kindly face, and I feel that I can entrust to your keeping a much treasured package and a message ” Drawing from his breastpocket a buudle of letters, hesald: “I know from the sur geon’s actions my wound Is fatal, aad I wish to send a message to Nellis, my own little Nellie.” “And where is she of whom you speak?” I ventured to ask. • She lives In Witheville, and her name Is Nellie Lane.” “And yours?” “Is Ciitt’erd Whitmore.” Takirg from the package a photograph and a curl of rich brown hair, he pressed them reverently to his lips. Handing me the letters, he said: “These are her messages to me. Send them to her, with a letter from your pen, teliing her ormydfath. This picture and curl—3ee that it (ie3 next to my heart, and is , bui-iad with me.” He looked wistfully into my face as he : spoke, and I nodded assent, for my wo- I manly heart was too full for utterance, i Tears sprang to his I yc'l, and In feeble i Toward that darkened unper chamber, corap accents he cried: “O Nellie! would that ’ hendiug iu a glance I cou.d behold yonr sweet face again ere ’ ~ ‘ — ” ” I die! But God knows bast. His will be done.” Turning to me a last, lingering look For the Sunny South. THE DEAD SERVANT GIRL. I’ve been going through the housework in a strange, abstracted way, And I’m wondering why a glamour rests on everything to-day: Though the sweet sinesis blossoms, clustered round the porch and door. And the brilliant-hued carnations, look e’en lovelier than before, And the autumn sky so radiant, and the sun shine bright and fair, And the sporting of the lambkins out upon the greensward Here, Are enough to make one buoyant, but I do not feel that way: Though Icaunotsay that “trouble” weighs my spirit down to day.. There’s no trouble that r know of—life has ail been fair and sweet: Fortune fills my lap with treasures—makes smooth places for my feet— Only, just a vague half s’adness, a weird and subtle spe ;1, That 1 can’t remove nor lessen, though I know the cause full well. But I’d like to know if Alice feels the same— aud do they ali ? I’ve not heard her merry laughter ringing once along the hall; And I fold my hands and falter, scarcely know ing what to do, For I’m not mm-h used to housework, and it a’.l seems strange and new. Togetadeoent dinner, anl li.td time to dress by three (We’re exoecting friends from Boston), is a puz- zlingthing to tneF But I’ll try to do my duty, just as well as I know how: I do wish those Boston people wouldn't come! at least, not now. Mamma’s busy in the pantry, Alice sweeps the kitchen floor And I never saw the latter dressed so carelessly before; Sweepi ug cap an 1 great cook apron, sooty collar, dingy dress, Uncombed tresses, s oes half buttoned—had no time for that I gness; But I dresse t myself up nicely, and put on my chain and rings, When I dr »ve to town this morning, early, just to get some things For—well not tor me nor Aliee—and to see if Mr. Hook Would insert an advertisement in his paper for a cook It does stem the whole appointment of our household work today. 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You alone poisesa the power to make earth a hea vi,; hr him,” “Ho doe3 not c -ic mo now! lam sure he I! never iorgie toe manner in which 1 have spoken ;» him.” “Nonsense, lov.! Ii tne morning you shali write a nice II tte note, asking to see him before he i .aes; then you can exp! aiu.” 3o Airs, Worden trill to. console her; bnt it was with a i.osty heart that she sought her pillo v. SIS awoke betim63 and hurried dowv s'.al's iong before the others, and, after tnieiuous efforts, com pleted and dispute) cthe following: “Douglas; Dan u eave until 1 see you. Eunice.” She was sorry aftr it was gon8 that she had not said M . Vorden, and won dered if he would coni. With feverish impatience, whcU.v' sreign to her self- controlled nature, si9 waited os the hours passed. Hsr bill eyes were lighted with unwonted lustre and she looked wonderfully lovely ii her novel state of agitation, as she tu.-cd from the window upon the entrance ofDouglas Worden. He came close, and aid, gravely: “You wished to tea me?” “You ore not loolng well,” aha re marked, wondering b<w she would ever tell him, “Did you send foitne that you might make that observation, Miss Somers? Oh, you want to humlatc me utterly!” “Douglas, it was zllt nflstake—what I said last night.” “You oare—yon cArdor me, Eunice!” “I—suppose ao, aloe I sent for you to come back to me.” There was a slight rstle behind them, then a sharp exciamaon of surprise. By the door stood Jean, with an ex pression of blank aiezement on her face. Donglas smiled, ad drew Eanice for ward. “Will yoa oongrsnlate me, Miss Young?” he sold, gtyil “Eunice has con sented to be my wife.’ Jean gazed first at ae, then the other. Upon their lips, eyes *d brow she read that seal of triumphOf fruition, of cul mination, set on man* woman alone In those rare moments o<a very few lives when the apex, thelnnaoto of snocess seems to have been n shed—when Fate can give nothing mot. nothing beyond! Alicx Yuan Brownlee. loved her to the last, and I died like a soldier, fighting for my country, and that my la3t thoughts were of her and— H aven.” A suppressed sigh, a slight quiver and Clifford Whitmore's spirit took it flight i Ah! All the mystery and silence, all the sacreduess aud gloom Clustered round the lonely inmate of that soli tary room! And I’ve wondered all the morning-and the thought is strange, I ow i— flow the llvsh can be so potent, when the life and sense arc flown! Is the human soul soglorious, that at exit, when it flies, The reflection from the jewel all the casket glorifies? I know not; hut I’m certain, of all sacred j to Him who gave it. ! things that are. Tender hands placed the bravo, cold j Naught e’er seemed to me mere sacred than our form in the rude coffin. While the winds ! Bridget lying there pit A £ r> y *7IVF: 7ct T.OSTor FAILING If ACTOOI? * Uy** ESi?*. General and StP-VOTJS DEBILITY, C 'dfT Weakness of Body and Mind. 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The once wrecked homes are wearing an aspect of comfort and peace. In 1879 I visited Bar Harbor. There were representatives from almost every State, Among the numerous guests 1 noticed a tall, graceful woman who seemed to attract attention from every one.. 8he was a demure creature, scarcely entering Into thegayeties or the others, bnt making many friends by her womanly manners and effableness to ail. Hers was a foes which had a peculiar at tractiveness for me, its utter repose not being the least of Its charms. She was quite handsome, bat there was a sadness in that beauty, a sadness which seemed to reach the inmost depths of the heart. She was rather youthful looking bat her hair—almost snowy white, and she wore deep mourning. Turning to my companion, I inquired her name. “That is a Miss Lane. She to a charm ing woman—so clever in her manner. I think she mast have had a great sorrow; her face denotes it.*’ 9 I was deeply interested in this strange woman. She hod aroused my womanly curiosity. I songht>n introduction, and was soon in pleasant conversation. She Informed me that she was from Richmond, and that her name was Nellis. “Nellie Lane!” I repeated to myself “that name sounds strangely familiar.” A'ter thinking a while I remembered tbe dying soldier and his sweet-heart, Nellie Lane. Turning again to my companion,* I With a deep, eternal stillness stamped oil lip and cheek and brow, Keeping ciose that wondrous secret, where the spiri; went—and how! ’Iwas so sudden, her departure! '‘Just an aw ful chill.” she cried; Aud tbe chill stayed on from seven to eleven— when she died! Though we ail were strangely startled, yet, I think no tears were shed* •As we stood, subdued aud silent, in the pres ence of the dead. Mamma clasped both me and Alice. Yes, she cried a little, too, When she said, “Thank God, my children, that it was not one oi you! 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