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THE INDEPENDENT. SATURDAY, JULY A, IM7B. POETRY. THE PUZZLED DUTCHMAN. I'm a prokun hearted Boutbitbor, Vot’a villed mit grief and nhtnie; 1 della you vot dvr dronble Üb— / di'ty/fi 7 kwtt my name. Yon dink* din very funny, oh ? Ten you dor story hear. You vill not vundordoti no much, It o to thtrange and queer. Mein inoder bad two little twin*, Dey tm rau and mein brodor; Ve I<okt vry much alike, No you knew Yicb vrom toder. Von ov dor m va* “Yawcup,” Uud “Hana’ 1 dcr odor** name, Hut den It make no tifferent, Vt both got called dor *ame. Veil, von of Ufl got lead— Yaw, Mynheer, dat ish o! Bat Ytoddctr Hah* or Yawcup, Mein tuoder aba tou’t know. Und no I ora in dronble*, 1 Kan’t git droo mein hood, Voider f am Mane r-af* Iffltiy, Or Yawoup vat ish tma! PAULINE’S PRIDE; OK, ARRAYED AGAINST HERSELF. BY WALTER iIAUIiINEH, *Bq. She wan n grandly beautiful woman - one to umpire admiration at the ftrat glance. Standing by the bureau in bur elegant boudoir, her proud bead thrown lawk, and one band partially upruiaed, alio presented a picture to charm on artist's aoul. Her full, yet symmetrical figure, the unconscious grime of her attitude, the delicacy of her complexion, the composure of her regally lovely faro all combined to thrill a beholder with uwe. And to won der again at the laviahmuM of nature, one had but to glance at her luxuriant huir of raven hlackueas, her deep, liquid eyes, her ntbewicnt lips, and pearly tooth. Heaven had indeed showered its choicest blessings upon Pauline Seuton. A faint knock now sounded upon the door. The beauty turned, commanded the applicant to enter, and then glanced once into the mirror, A servant appeared to aity that Mr. Aldrich was below. Pau line nodded, and dismissed the attendant with wave of her hand A moment later she started for the drawing-room. As she glided in with queenly grace, a gentleman came forward from a reunite corner of the nsitu, clasped both her hands very ten derly, and said in a deep, fervent voice: “Paulino! My love! My peerless one!” “Yon have returned, Herman! I did not expect you so soon,” she answered in sweet but measured tones. There was beauty, pride, fascination in her manner, hut Herman Aldrich, yearned for devotion a warm out-springing of af fection. Htill he knew bettor than to ex pect this from her. It wus, forsooth, in consistent, with hor dignity. Loading her to a sofa, ho seated himself by her side, still holding her left hand in his. “You don't say if you are glad to see me, Paulino?" lie must sav that at all events, his heart craved tenderness. She turned her mag nificent eyes upon him with something like udmirutiuu, and u slight smile ported her lips. “Would it increase my gratification or your*. Herman?” “Mine, yes! Oh, Pauline, I must see, hear, and feel love to make me happy. Your pride is grand. I cannot but admire it, ana yet l would give all I possess to hour your voice in endearment.” She laughed musically. “The fact is, Herman, you want to lie babied. You should have chosen a rural maid. My ac complishments are not of that order." A frown clouded his brow, and he pulled nervously at the ends of his loug golden mustache. At length ho replied: “That is unkind, Pauline. The less of auch words between us the better for our peaoe ” “I have anew waits,” she said, arising with a charming unconcern. “It is splen did. Will you turn the music?" “With pleasure,” he answered, repress ing the feelings of pain and annoyance that struggled for utterance. She played the piece half through and said pleasantly: “Is my lover angrv?" A bright light shot into his eyes, he yearned to press her to Jus breast but ho dare: not. “No. my darling, no." “I'm thankful for that. Still," and she struck oue or two minor notes, and looked coquettiahly over her shoulder, "I’d rather ace you angry than hear you lecture. Your homilies are awful stupid, Herman," His faoe flushed und he dropped his eyes. He could not imagiue why it pleased her to torment him. Surely it was not a bright omen for the future. He was about to speak, but she began playing vigorously, watching her fingers as they new over the keys, but taking no notioe of him. Ho bore it all in silence, and praised her per formance when at last it was concluded. After a brief conversation heurose to go. Her indifference had chilled him through snd through, and he wished to lie alone to have time for reflection, safe from the fan dilution of her beauty. “I want you to go to the opera with mo to-morrow night, Pauline,” he aaid, as he j drew near the door. “Thanks, but I'm engaged," with that cold composure of here. “Engaged!” be exclaimed, his eyes di lating. “I do not understand this. Who j forestalls me in vour society ?” “I promised Mr. Neville that I would go with him, und 1 intend to keep my 1 word,” she responded, with n calm do- i fiance. Aldrich bit his bps to restrain his in dignation, for a moment he was silent, then taking her hands again he gazed up on hor tenderly, and said: “Pauline, my Jove, you must hear mi-. I as your accepted sutior have rights which your womanhood should compel yon to respect. Don't let your pride govern j your reason, dearest, nut for once open voqr heart to my words. To begin with. Neville's character is none of the bent; his money is bis only passport into society, i But more thau this you are mine, honor hath bound us. the law that shall mako us one, cannot give new love or now trust. As you are mino in heart, I must ask you to tell Mr. Neville the reaeon you cannot go with him, it will he but a just ac knowledgment of my elianis. ” He gazed upon her anxiously to note the effect of his words. Her lip eiuied slightly, her dark eyos flashed, as she rejoined: “I will be no mans slave, Herman .Aid rich. ” His face paled, his fingers curled to ward the palms of his hands. In a husky voice he queried: “Then you refuse?” “Yes,” firmly. The man drew a long, weary sigh. His soul seemed sinking, lie felt the terrible result of her obstinacy, it blackened the future, it imbitiered the present. But he would make one more appeal to her better feelings. “Pauline, think what we are to each other; remember we have but oue life. Love is our anchor here in this world of trials. I beseech you to retract your words! Uv our hope, of heaven I beg you to consider vour noble nature, anil put aside this willfulness. One word of yours either makes or mars,our common destiny. Dearest, best beloved, hear me, think well before you speak." His earnestness touched her, but she felt that ho was ottering an ultimatum, and her pride rebelled.” “I have but to repeat my answer, Her man,” she replied with a deprecating wave of her hand. “My God! Then yon love me not, yon never loved me.” “Did I ever say I did?” He reeled and caught at the door-post for support. Then turning his wild eyeH toward her, he answered in a hollow voice: “No, no; so far you speak the truth; you nevor did. Hut oh, that you could deceive me so; that you could promise your hand when no love for me dwelt in your heart. Was it for this I hoped and prayed? A mockery, u hollow home, a form without soul? O trod, forgive her!” Hhe trembled as this low wail broke piteously from his lips, her face grew white, but she would notHllow her natural feel ings sway. Hhe spoke, however. “I pre/erreil you Herman, to all others.” That cut him-jjt seemed a sneer at his love, at all Joye.r He regained control of himself, Jfls features took on a look of scorn, und the words burst from his lips; “Pauline! You have made mo yourslave, you have cajoled me into the belief that you love me, and now yon defy me, now you tacitly acknowledge without shame that our union was to be one of form —a meaningless ceremony. 'Tis over 'tis the last! You are free. I have no claim upon yon; no hope in regard to you nothing hut present sorrow. If in the future you find one to love, marry him; make him liappy. I cannot take an empty heart. God bless you.” He sprang forward, pressed one kiss up on her brow, und fled from the house. Hhe lnsird the door close, then her senses became confused; the walls seemed closing in upon her, and she sunk insensible upon the carpet. Five minutes later, her father found her there, tier heuil resting upon one arm, her face a deathly white. Lift ing hor in his arms, he bore her to a sofa, and was about to ring for assistance, when she opened her eyes. “.Stop! I am well now,” she said impul sively. “But my dear child ” “Enough. I will prove my words.” And seating herself at the piano, she dashed ofl'a brilliant ujr; and then pausing, looked up into his face with an animated ainilu. “You're a strange girl, Pauline. But tell me the cause of your fainting; there must have been u cause,” scurchingly. “1 ate too much dinner, 1 think,” she answered, quietly. Disarmed of his suspicions, if any he had, ho gave tlie subject no further consid eration. The following evening, Pauline accompanied George Neville to tho opera. Every eye was bent upon hor with won der and admiration, her escort felt a glow of pride as he thought of the absent Aldrich. The next morning at breakfast, her fath er glanced at her several times in a regret ful, half reproving way, und Pauline, be coming annoyed, at length demanded an explanation. “I have good reasons to be both sad and vexed,” he said, gravely. “You woro at the opera last night with Neville." “And what of that pray?" “Nothing of course, decidedly nothing, you wilful girl. Only —mark I say only- Mr. Neville had laid u wager previously that you would go with him, and he boast ed of it lost night ot the Manhattan club. “Dared he?” she cried, her bosom heav ing with indignation. “Oh, yes, he dared, und was knocked down for his pains." “By whom?” “Herman Aldrich,” answered tho father watching bin daughter's features narrowly. But they revealed nothing. Her self-con trol wan simply wonderful. Presently Mr. Seaton left the house and started for his office. He renched Wall street at oa. m. Prom that hour until four he was in u state of tenable excite ment. There was a panic in stocks, gold was rising—the market was feverish —the' financial world was shaken to its very foun dation. Fortunes were engulfed in ;in in stant. Men wort h millions in the morning were beggars at night. Mr. Seaton rushed into his office to consult a moment with his partner. Dropping into u chair, he requested him to ascertain tile amount of stock in a certain company, which they had on hand. Richard Harden has tily referred to his books, aud then his spare, sdlow face soemod to grow whiter and thinner; his jam tremblodin his lin gers, he eonld not speak. “Well, well, out with it, forGod’ssake!” exclaimed Mr. Seaton in a tremulous, hol low voice. “Wo are ruined—utterly ruined!” groaned Harden, dropping his head upon the desk. Henry Seat on sprang to his feet and ran from tlie building, his face blackened, his eyes gleaming vvidly. But no one noticed him. Too many men acted like maniacs that dreadful day to have a fresh case oc casion any alarm. “O my child! My Pauline! Lost —all lost! O Heaven, can it be true?" He staggured against a building and gazed fiercely around. There was a fash lonublo liquor saloon at his left His strength was nearly gone--ho must have stimulant.. Entering the gilded hall, he called for brandy. It was Drought to him aud ho drained the glass at u draught “Again! Another! it gives me life. ’’ Tho waiter placed a bottle upon the table and the bankrupt tilled Ids glass to the rim, aud tossed it oil' with a savage delight Ho was growing beside himself, and as he went out, the waiter mattered, “He’s used up by the ‘corner’ to-day.” Three-quarters of an hour later, Henry Seaton stood in his chamber at home. Its elegance seemed to mock him with weired voices, for he knew his house must be giv en up. Aud i'uuliuc, so tenderly reared! how could she bear poverty? The poor man shrieked aloud, and tore his hair and beat his brow. Then his eye fell upon a silvered revolver lying upon the tabic. He took it up and examined it, strange, wild thoughts torturiug his brain. Anon low, hollow mutterings left his lips, his body trembled, his inflamed imagination, i aided by tho stimulant he had drank, pictured fiends about to attack him. lake lightning his arm went up—the barrel pressed his ear, he pulled the trigger- and the next instant he lav ou his back dead, | his brains scatter’d about him. Only one |of he many victims of Black Friday. The explosion was heard by Pauline, who was going to her boudoir at tho time. For a moment she stood motionless, con trolled by a nameless terror. Then she rang the hall bell violently, and tottered rather than walked t owards her futher’s room. The door was looked. She tried to push it j open, and then fainted from the horror i that was foreshadowed on her soul. Presently the servants came rushing tip stairs. The maiden was carried to her j room, und thru Mr Seaton's door was Irnrst open. With cries of fear and dismay the attendants la-held the lifeless body of their master. And while they gazed upon it, a heart-rending shriek broke upon their oars, und Pauline, nearly frantic with an guish, darted by them and threw herself upon her father’s body. Wildly she called upon him to live for hor sake, and pressed warm kisses upon his face, while the ser vants wept and wrung their hands. But at last Bhe realized that he was dead; and then a despair terrible to behold settled upon her face, and existence, for the time, became a rankling curse. •*• * , * “You don't remember a thing about it, deary, and I'm sore I don’t want to talk about it, for it whs an awful day, and that's no name for it. Your face was whiter than it is now, though you're far from being over it vet; and I thought you’d die in spite of all wo could do. Bless me, how thankful I am that we can’t live these things but once.” Aud good Mrs. Hartley paused to wipe her spectacles, and to clear her eyes from the tears that would come whenever she looked nt the pale, thin girl before her, und thought what hail brought her into this plain country home. “Do tell mo, auntie. I can bear it, I know I can," murmured the maiden, rais ing hor dark, dreamy eyes to her compan ion’s faoe, and gently taking one of her hands. “Yon’re a blessed child, that yon ore, Polly. I’d refuse you nothing I could beg or borrow; but it docs seem too bail to go over this dreadful affair again. You are strong? You may think so, but I know hotter Well, well, if you’ll never speak about it ugnin, I’ll try to get through with it somohow. Dear me! Well, your uncle happened down to York ou that day, yon know whut day I mean—-and hearing what hod happened, ho sent for me; and I went and bronght you here. You worn out of your head then, poor dear, and so you didn't suffer so much, I hope. There, tint's all; and I do hope I shall never have to speak on’t aguin.” “And there was nothing of pajia’s for tune left, nothing?” said the girl, in a low, sad voice. “No, deary; Vint I wouldn’t think about it, because I wunt you to get well as soon os you cun,” answered Aunt Hester, pat ting the shapely head with great deal of affection. “You’ll enjoy yourself here, when the weather gets warm, and you’ll see much that’s now to you. It’ll be much better than being a governess in the city, among them that you used to lie on a level with. T said at first I’d have none of that, and I’ll keep my word. My birdie shan’t be plagued by anybody.” And ofl’ come the glasses ugain, to be wiped, and the earnest old eyes to lie cleared of tears. This rude, but natural love sank deep into Pauline’s heart, und leaning her head upon tho old lady's knees, sho wept softly. “Let the poor thing cry—it’ll do her good; it’s much better than to see her so pale and still, und looking for all the world ua if she was going to die every minute,” mused Aunt Hester, gazing down upon her sympathetically. Time weuton; the inlluence of Pauline’s illness had passed, und every event eume buck to her mind w ith distinctness. It was a strange realization. Hhe, the haughty, proud belle, here in a farm-house, depen dent upon her father’s sister, und that father dead. And Herman, where was be ? Hhe trembled, sighed wearily, and passing her hands across her brow, moved slowly out upon the lawn. The sun was sinking to reHt, and the western horizon was dyed with crimson and gold. Tho gentle south wind brought the odor of wild violets in its breath, and the birds were singing their evening hymns upon the tree-tops. Pau line sat down in a rustic chair, and folding her hands, gazed upon the pastoral scene with something like wonder. At times her life seemed like a vision, from which she must awake. Across the garden she looked now, and saw, in the lane beyond, tho cows coming homo, and heard tho bleating of the calves in tho burn, aud the shrill voices of the cocks, us they went to their roosts. Thou she rested hei face upon her hands, and directed her eyes to the green grass, anil iu doing so she saw her calico dress and her thick boots. An expression of snip rise went over her face. “Yea, ’tis I, Paulino Seaton. It's all ull true, but oh, Heaven! shall I ever learn to realize it ? Shull I ever become nceus tomed to myself as I am—shall I ever for get myself us I was ? It may be for the best. I must think it is, or I ahull lose my reason.” “It’s a kind o’ pleasant twilight, Miss Pauline ?’’ The woi'ds were uttered iu a coarse, but kindly voice. The maiden looked up, and | beheld Enoch Bongs,one of the farm hands, i leaning on his hoc, his bright blue eyes bent upon hor admiringly. There was : something in those eyes that recalled old memories, and so Pauline had spoken to their possessor oocuaionly. He called her Pauline, too, while all the others afflicted her with “Polly.” “Yes, Enoch," she answered, mechanic ally. “Are you veiy tired to-night?” "No, Miss Pauline, not very, though I've hoed a master sight to day,” hero joined, with a quirk of his head peculiar I to him. Hhe nodded and smiled faintly, and then | went in to help her aunt get supper. Em ployment she must have, and anything that sbo could do sho look hold of it with avidity; it served to keep her mind from herself and tho past, and that was the great, desideratum. What would the belles and beaux of New York have said, i to have seen tho queenly Pauline Seaton j in the midst of a brood of chickens, feed ing the dough to thi m with her own ,hands? June came—Juno, with its roses of all kinds and hues. Twits evening; the : fields were silvered with moonlight;a light ; breeze mitigated the summer heat; the | whip-poor-will's weird song echoed from the forest on valley and hill. Paulino, in | a white dress with it crimson sash, sat on ; lawn, meditating. Presently Enoch, res j ploudent in white pants and vest with dark coat, came out and took a seat by her side; j She was glad of his presence; he would amuse her. "Y'ou are looking finely to-night, Enoch.” “Thank you. Miss Pauline. I don’t believe you’d say that, if you didn’t mean i it-’’ She smiled to herself. But she had , told tho truth; he did look w ell, and she i wondered at it. “Miss Pauline." said Enoch, timidly, | “I kinder thought may be you eonld tell !us a story about the city, or something, and so I came down. Could you now think of something, and won’t it be too , much trouble?” "A love story', Enoch?” She tried to speak laughingly, j “Yes, them are the best alius. ’’ “Well, 111 make up one, if I can’t think j of a real one. There was once a very proud : girl, who was loved by a most worthy man, ! a man noble of heart and purpose.* She became engaged to him, and the time was ; set for their marriage. Well, us I said, ; the girl wus wilful, haughty and obstinate, and so she promised to go out of an evening i with u man whom her lover disliked, and i who was not really worthy of her society, j Her lover remonstrated with her, pleaded ■ w ith her, but all to no purpose. She would have her way. At this her lover re minded her of her duty to him and her love, hut she as much as told him that she never loved him. Then he left her, not in auger, as be deserved, but in sorrow and forgiveness." "But did the girl rmlly love him, Mis* Pauline?” “Yes, better than her life, but she was too proud to confess it. She pretended to scorn love, and in consequence she bus leurned the vujue of it. To-night, she is trying to fill the ucliisg void in her heart with hope—trying in vain.” “No, not in vain, my loved one—my beautiful Pauline!" The false whiskers were cost aside, and the radiant face of Human Aldrich beamed down upon her. The old pride flashed up for an instant, and then it was lost in the torrent of bliss that swept over her heart!” “Oh, Herman, my love! my love!” Hhe sank upon his breast 1 and his lips met hers in oue lingtring kiss. Two months later lira. Herman Aldrich appeared in society M the metropolis, but with softened pride. A singular epidemic broke out in a Kan • sos town last week. Every wife in the town was suddenly attacked by an irresistible desire to present her husband with a nice little dressing case, vith shaving materials complete. 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