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THE COMING OF THE MUSE.
The shy mu*e, rarely seen, at times
Floats down, but will not stay,
But hides her unetnbodied rhyme*
Far, far away.
From out the blank unpeopled page
There shines no vision fair,
And on the poet’s noble rage
Broods cold despair.
In vain to toll, in vain to strive,
Efforts and vows are naught.
No favoring impulse comes to drive
The lagging thought.
Then sudden, mid the darkling chill.
Dead hope and strivings vain,
A ghostly radiance seems to fill
His heart and brain.
Far off and thin, translucent, white.
His straining eyeballs trace.
Half hidden, a phantom of delight,
A sweet veiled face.
And straight, ’tislife, ’tis youth, ’tis spring
That comes liis toil to cheer.
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“The muso is here!”
O’er fount flowered wave, o’er snow cludhlll
She floats, or vernal grove.
His happy eyes warm teardrop* fill
Of faith and love.
Now from the sunset beckons she,
Now from the dawn's clear rose,
And sadly now, now joyously,
Sings as she goes.
Now through the thick life laden air
Along the city street
Fleeting she draws divinely fair
His faithful feet.
Now by the palace, now the jail;
Lives gilded, lives undone,
Lives laughter lit or those that wail.
She hovers on.
And with her takes the poet’s mind
And heart and soul and will.
Where'er she leads a wandering wind,
He follows, follows still 1
—Sir Lewis Morris in Harper’s Magazine.
LUCK OF LODORE.
“What is the ‘Luck of Lodore,’
Watty ?”
A look of terror overspread the
face of old Watty Gibson, the butler
'it Lodore castle, when he heard the
question which his young master
put to him just as dinner was ended.
Bending over the laird’s chair, he
replied in a low tone so that none of
the numerous guests should hear:
“Wheesht, laird, dinna speir, and
for the sake o’ a’ that’s gude dinna
ask to see it.’’
But Iris words had been overheard
by the next neighbor to Laird Henry
at the dinner table, and he said:
“Family freitsagain, Watty; good
heavens, what a lot of rubbish our
forefathers did believe! What with
family ghosts in one gallery and
family skeletons in another and
‘Lucks of Lodore’ hidden in places
you wot not of you have a lively
prospect before you, Henry, my boy.
Why, your house is scarcely habit
able. I know I wouldn’t stand it.”
“What would you do, Jasper
Keith i”
“I would let in the light of com
mon sense on the whole bag and
baggage of them, and I think in the
end you will find your worthy fore
fathers have been kept out of the
best part of their mansion by a few
enterprising rats and mice.”
“Jasper Keith, you know you are
talking nonsense. You are merely
egging my cousin on to attempt the
solution of the Lodore mysteries to
gratify your own curiosity. Henry,
do not be influenced by him,” re
torted beautiful Jean Arniston, who
sat near.
“My fair cousin, whatever you
say must, of course, be right. A
pretty woman is always right. But
nevertheless 1 will stick to the rata
and mice theory until I am convert
ed to a better,” was Jasper Keith’s
supercilious reply as the company
left the dinner table with the ladies.
“Come, Henry, let's take our wine
in tho smoking room, and Clifford
and I will give you your revenge for
that we won from you last
night.”
“idinna like vounc Laird Henrv’a
Keep
\m
voam
If you are young you nat
urally appear so.
If you are old, why ap
pear so?
Keep young Inwardly; we
will look alter the out
wardly.
You need not worry longer
about those little streaks of
gray; advance agents of age.
Auer’s
Hair
¥o>
igor
will surely restore color to
gray hair; and it will also
give your hair all the wealth
and gloss of early life.
Do not allow the falling of
vour hair to threaten you
longerwith baldness. Do not
be annoyed with dandruff.
We will send you our book
on the Hair and Scalp, *-ee
upon request.
Writ a to tho Doctor.
If you do not obtain ail the bene
fits you expected from the use of
the Vipor, write tho doctor about It.
Probably there is some difficult*
with your general system which
may be easily removed.
Address, DR. J. C. AYER.
Lowell, lias*.
look,” said the old butler wnen ue
imagined he was alone with the oth
er servants clearing away the dinner
things. “He’s like ane that’s fey,
and I'm sure I saw his wraith stand
in aside him in the ha’ last uiebt.
He’s far owre chief wi’ that Jasper
Keith that was fain to marry Miss
Jean. That man’s here for naegude.
He’s gotten a face like the very deil
himsel’.’’
Iu place ofcthe murmurs of assent
to his sentiments from his fellow
servants which he was always wont
to hear a bitter, sardonic laugh fell
on his ear. He started, to see the
man of whom he had been speaking
standing beside him, having re
turned to the dining room to recover
a paper he had left behind.
“Don’t like me, eh, Watty \ Look
too much like Satanic majesty to
please your fastidious taste, eh?
Sorry I cannot change ruy featuros
to oblige you.” Aud again the cold,
rasping laugh rang out from the
pale, bloodless lips of Jasper Keith,
whose pallid face, jet black hair and
beard and glittering eyes justified
old Watty’s description,
i The old butler vouchsafed no re
ply. He made all the haste he could
to get away from close proximity to
,“the double of the devil,” as Keith
was called. The latter was a distant
relative of the family and had been
a rejected suitor for Jean Arniston’s
hand. But his failure to secure the
'prize did not discompose him. He
succeeded in establishing friendly
with Henry, and it wad
was theoompanion of the
young laird in some of the most dis
graceful of the orgies into which he
was wont to plunge.
Lodore castle was one of those
rambling old border mansions that
still retain in their massive towers
and battlemented walls the mem
ories of the stirring times when the
ruthless reiver and the stark moss
trooper were making the history
that has descended in ballad and ro
mance. Standing at the head of one
of the gloomiest glens in the Lam
mermoor hills and perched on the
summit of a precipitous crag w’hose
base was washed by the burn that
brawled and fretted down the ravine
below the castle, the building was a
landmark in the district for miles
round. The scenery in the neighbor
hood was stern and forbidding. Rock
and moor, heath aud wood, scaur
and cliff were in evidence every
where. Yet escape from the glen
and immediately one was amid idyl
lie pictures of pastoral peace and
agricultural fertility.
For centuries the Arnistons of Lo
dore had been the hereditary lords
of the district on all sides of the
castle. About the middle of last cen
tury the head of the family had been
one Stephen Arniston, who lived to
a patriarchal old age, both loved and
respected and at length died, leav
ing one child, the beautiful Jean.
The estate, being entailed, passed to
the nephew of good old Stephen, a
young man of considerable promise,
but whose estimable traits of ami
ability and generosity were sadly
discounted by a certain headstroug
ness and obstinacj’ of temperament
which, united to an extravagant love
of flattery, rendered him an easy
prey to any adventurer. To the gen
tle Jean he had been betrothed at an
early age. Though during a lengthy
residence with his regiment in the
low countries he was reported tc
have contracted vices of the most
degrading type, it was hoped that
the infiunce of his gracious and no
ble minded fiancee would wean him
from such habits.
Great had been the rejoicings at
the castle over the arrival of Laird
Henry to enter into his new posses
sions. Attended by several iriends,
among others Jasper Keith, he had
reached Lodore andhad been warm
ly welcomed by Dame Helen Arnis
ton and her beautiful daughter Jean.
But more than one sharp eye noted
that Jean’s weloome was rather
from the lip than the heart. Hand
some and debonair though Henry
was, there was an undercurrent of
insincerity in his manner that caused
her to recoil from him and in secret
to weep bitterly that he to whom
her heart was already given, her
other kinsman, Archie Rubislaw,
the only hope of a poor but noble
family in the district, had not beeD
chosen as her husband.
The short afternoon of a Novem
ber day was drawing to its close.
The weather was dull, lowering and
stormy. Heavy clouds were banking
themselves up on the southwestern
horizon, while the wind, with an
angry, sibilant shriek, was causing
the boughs of the fir and pine trees
that clothed the sides of the ravine
to toss their long, gaunt arms to the
sky as though in piteous protest. A
tempest of no ordinary magnitude
seemed brewing.
Apparently Jasper Keith’s pro
posal to spend the afternoon at the
gambling table had not been re
ceived with favor. The party had
gone outside, but seemingly the
bleak prospect without was driving
them homeward. As they came
along the approach leading to the
main entrance Henry was asked
some question regarding certain
rooms in the castle. He had been
unable to give a satisfactory answer,
so when they met the old butler at
the door the laird said, “Watty,
didn’t you tell me I had seen all the
rooms in the castle <”
“Deed, aye, laird, and so ye have.”
“Not every room, I think,” re
plied Keith dogmatically.
“What have 1 not seen, Keith?”
“You have never entered those
rooms on the second floor of the
west wing whose window blinds are
always kept drawn,” retorted Keith,
with hisgrewsome, Mephistophelian
laugh.
An exclamation of horror burst
from the old butler. He could scarce-
from ever thinking of entering the
rooms.
“Ye maunna gang in there, Lo
dore. It’s as muckle as yer life’s
worth. The rooms hae been sealed
up for mair than a hunner years. I
canna tell ye what for, but some
thing awfu’ happened there, and
Laird Godfrey garred seal them up. ”
“Rats and mice again, I suppose.
These rodents have much to answer
for, Henry,” sneered Keith.
“I shall enter these rooms tonight
or die,” cried the young laird, thor
oughly piqued by Keith’s animad
versions.
“Lord sake, Lodore, dinna daeony
sic thing. I tell ye the deil himsel’s
in there. I’ve heard the maist awfu’
cries an the elankin o’ chains ilka
Hallowmass nicht”—
“ Hallo wmass—why, that’s to
night ! Will we hear it ?” cried one
of the younger members of the
party.
“Say no more. Watty. I tell you
I will enter those rooms tonight. I
am determined to discover wrhy half
my house is uninhabitable.”
“Now, that is what I call a sensi
ble man,” cried Jasper, showing his
wolflike white teeth in a ghastly
smile.
“Ye deevil, gin onything comes
owre him, the young laird’s deeth
will be at your door,” muttered the
old butler.
• * • • • •
Supper wtM nearly ended at Lo
dore castle. The company was a
merry one, but Jean and her mother
had noticed with pain that Henry
drank far more wine than was good
for him. Jasper Keith sat by him
and took care that his cup should
never remain long empty. The fun
waxed fast and furious, and the
toasts followed rapidly one after an
other, as though by their merriment
the company would drown the sound
of the thunder, the wind and the
rain that raged without.
At last Jasper Keith rose. He shed
his baleful smile over the whole cir
cle of guests, and as he raised the
wine cup over his head he cried: “I
have one more toast to propose. We
have drunk the health of the Laird
of Lodore. Let us drink—drink
‘prosperity to the Luck of Lodore,’
and let the laird honor the toast by
drinking to it from the‘Luck of Lo
dore’ itself.”
From the lips of Dame Helen, her
daughter and old Watty expressions
of horror fell.
“Stop, Henry 1 Do not agree to it
—the honor of the house may pay
for it!” cried the beautiful Jean
pleadingly.
“I must see it! Watty, bring the
‘Luck of Lodore.’ ”
For an instant the old butler hesi
tated; then, seeing his master was
in earnest, he slowly left tho room
After some delay he returned, bear
ing with him a curiwusly shaped
box. This he unlocked, and then,
after stripping off several coverings,
he exhibited to the gaze of the com
pany an antique crystal goblet, curi
ously cut and with certain strange
hieroglyphics inscribed around it.
“That is the ‘Luck o’ Lodore,’
Maister Henry, said to have been
gien to une o’ your ancestors by
the great wizard, Michael Scott. So
tang as it is keepit safe, so lang sail
there be ane o’ the name o’ Arniston
alive to heir the estates. For five
hunner years it has been preserved. ”
“Indeed!” sneered Keith. “And
the stability of the great house of
Lodore rests on so feeble a founda
tion as a piece of brittle glass 1 Stuff
and nonsense!”
“Fill it with wine, Watty, and
then pass it round, that each guest
may say lie or she has taken a draft
from the ‘Luck of Lodore.’ ”
The old butler did so with trem
bling hands and then returned the
goblet to Henry, who drained the
contents that remained.
“What a piece of degrading super
stition! Can it be possible that any
one believes that the present family
would he either the better or the
worse of that goblet being broken?”
was Jasper Keith’s remark as Henry
stood holding it in his hands. The
fumes of the wino were mounting
into the young man’s head, and the
spirit of bravado got the better of
him.
“You are right, Keith 1” he cried.
“We’ll see whether the ‘Luck of
Lodore’ is a true or false prophet.”
With these words he dashed the
crystal goblet on to the floor. A
shriek broke from all present. Dame
Helen covered her face with her
hands. Jean darted forward toward
Henry, while poor old Watty, with
a cry of anguish, rushed to the spot
where the goblet had fallen. At that
moment a tremendous peal of thun
der literally shook the castle, as
though in horror of the laird’s ao
tion. A mighty rushing wind also
seemed to pass through its galleries
and corridors, and borne on its wings
like the wail of a lost spirit oame the
words,“Doomed, doomed, doomed 1”
Yet through it all, with his cold,
supercilious smile on his lips, sat
Jasper Keith. “One superstition the
less,” was his sole remark.
All was confusion now Watty had
found the goblet, and, singularly
enough, almost intact. The slender
stem alone was broken, but so that
it admitted of repair. Yet no sooner
had Jean perceived this than she
said in a low voice to her mother:
“It is the stem that has snapped.
Henry is doomed.”
But the old butler, without further
remark, replaced the “Luck of Lo
dore” in its casket and bore it away.
The old man’s face was ashen pale,
and as he tottered rather than
walked to the plate chest in the
strongroom adjoining his pantry he
muttered, “It’s a’ up wi’ the young
laird noo."
• •***••
When old Watty returned to the
dining room, he found that, despite
Dame Helen’s remonstrances and
Tsbmss 11.00 a Tub.
Jean’s entreaties and tears, Henry
was determined to penetrate into the
long closed suit of apartments in the
west wing. In vain the butler used
all bis powers of persuasion, in vain
he asked the young laird to wait un
til morning light.
“No; I wish to go new, to am
what there is that has frightened
you all and to recover the part of
my house that has been lost to us so
long. Get the keys.”
Old Watty was perfectly stupefied
with terror, but nevertheless he had
to obey. Jean, seeing her betrothed
was so immovable in his resolution,
determined to go with him, and sev
eral of the other ladies volunteered
to accompany her.
The gentlemen drew their swords,
and, lighting a couple of flambeaux,
Henry motioned the butler to lead
the way. Through many an ancient
gallery and corridor they passed.
At length the long deserted suit of
apartments was reached. The storm
without bad now reached its height,
and the thunder crashed and re
echoed through the long gallery
with awful distinctness. But noth
ing intimidated the young laird.
“Solve this mystery I will!” h
cried.
Watty with great difficulty insert
ed the ancient key into the lock, and
after several ineffectual attempts at
last succeeded in getting the rusty
mechanism to act. But he positive
ly refused to enter the rooms him
self. Thereupon Henry and Jasper
Keith strode into the apartment
In an instant they seemed to be in
the world of another epoch. The
furniture was rich past description,
but was thrown and tossed about as
though some deadly struggle had
taken place. The rooms appeared to
have been closed up in great haste.
On the table stood an old fashioned
china tea service, with cups still
containing the stain of the long
dried residuum that lfad been left
after drinking. Near it stood an
open spinet, with the music still
standing before it. The piece waa
one of Guilio Sassano’s long forgot
ten pastorals. Yonder lay a faded
glove, blood stained, in another
corner a lady’s slipper, beautifully
ornamented. In the middle of the
room stood an immense bedstead of
very costly workmanship, but the
curtains were closely drawn all
round. In front of the bed lay two
swords, thrown down as if in com
bat, and by them the bones of a
moldering human hand cut off hy
the wrist.
“If any solution exists, it lies
withim those bed curtains,” said
Henry in a low voioe.
“Draw them aside and see what
is there.”
“I will.”
These were the last words he
spoke. As he advanced to the bed
side there came sweeping along the
corridor the same rushing, mighty
wind they had heard before. In an
instant all the flambeaux were ex
tinguished. But scarcely had dark
ness fallen upon them when a fright
ful crash was heard in the lower end
of the room, accompanied by a wail
ing cry. The curtains enveloping the
bed were violently drawn aside, and
it seemed as though a fiery hand
surrounded with blue sulphurous
flame was thrust forth from the
aperture and crushed both Henry
Arniston and Jasper Keith to the
floor, while overhead there broke
the most ferrible peal of thunder
ever heard by any of those grouped
at the doorway, and under which
the old castle trembled to its foun
dations.
Then over all there fell a silence
even more awful than the roar of
the elements, umidst whioh the
same wailing as had been heard be
fore seemed to utter the words,
though at a vast distauce, “The
doom has fallen—has fallen.”
Lights were not long in being pro
cured, and the inmates of the castle
pressed forward into the fated cham
ber to see what remained. The cur
tains still fell with their dark in
scrutable folds about the bed, veil
ing as before the secrets that lay hid
there, but no man dared to with
draw them. Before the bed, pros
trate and motionless, lay two
corpses, blackened and disfigured.
They were those of Jasper Keith and
the Laird of Lodore. Traced upon
the breast of the latter as by some
diabolic engraver was the exact re
production of the “Luck of Lodore.”
Lodore castle still stands in the
Lammermoors, but Jean Arniston
and the husband of her choice, Ar
chie Rubislaw, never sought to ex
amine further into the mysteries
of the sealed suit and were con
tent to take things as they found
them. “The Luck of Lodore” still
sleeps undisturbed in the plate chest
of the present representative of the
family.—Black and Whita
A Smooth Tongue.
“No, Mr. Smith,” she said gently
but firmly, “I can never be your
wifa” Then he struggled to his feet
and said, in broken tones, “Are all
my hopes to be thus dashed to
pieces? Am I never to be known as
the husband of the beautiful Mrs.
Smith?” This was too much, and
she succumbed. New Orleans
Times-Democrat.
Not Just m He Meant.
“Johnson wants to borrow some
money of me. Do you know any
thing about him?”
"I know him as well as I do you.
I wouldn’t let him have a cent.’*-*
Indianapolis Journal.
Under a Dlnomtace.
Lady —What did you mean by apply
ing for a situation without a written
reference?
Applicant (apologetically)—lf you
place, ma’am, Oi oaa't vueito. —NeW
Yeak Jwitl
NO. 33.