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—that was why she trembled.
But he only saw the tremor and agitation in
her face. Ho stopped ahort a moment aud
looked at her as he hml done that day ou the
"Is this only dislike?” he said, as if wonder
ing. "Js it only hatred, or is it something
If he had had less power—if ho had wrung
her heart less whin he spoke she would have
been more pitiful. As it was her only safety
lay in gathering her strength together Iu ouo
"it is more than dislike,"she panted. "It is
contempt*! Will you let mo pass now?”
"Yes,” lie answered. And lie moved aside,
and as she went he turned mid stood still, star
ing blankly at the moonlit sea.
When Mrs. Huntingdon returned she did not
find Nell down stairs, and hoping that she was
asleep she went to licr own room aud retired
without seeing her.
She had been in bed half an hour, but had
not gone to sleep, having laid awake, in fact,
absorbed iu thought, w*
hen she heard
knock at her door.
The moon was still shining and a broad
beam gave a soft light to the room, so that
when the door opened and Nell caino in-she
could see her as she neared the bed and knelt
down by it, and so seeing her slvc quickly put
out her hand.
"Dearest!” she exclaimed.
"Mamma,” said Nell, "how soon can wo go
She began to tromblo as she had done in the
"How soon, mamma?” sho repeated.
Mrs.Huutiugdon took the girl’s hand iu Doth
‘.‘Oh, Nell,” she said, "what is this? Tonight
when I was at Mrs. Napier's I heard that—
Noll stopjtctl her.
"Yes, mamma,” sho said wearily. "Yes, Mr.
"You have seen him again, Nell? And you
have been cry iug. Ob, he is worso than I
Noll gave her band a fierce little clutch.
'What would you say,” sho cried, "if I were
MUui nuuiu juu n.q, euu iticu, u * "in'
to beg you not to say that, though it is true ?
What would you say if I were to toll you I
could not bear it?”
Nell clung to her.
"Oh, mamma,” sho cried, "it seemed as if all
the world had changed. I am not the girl you
thought 1 was. I am not what I though
self. I am wicked, too. I thought that a girl
who was refined aud good would hate such a
man from instinct. But I—mamma, I do not
hate him. I do not, 1 never have hated him
from the first.”
. Her mother dro.v her into her arms upon tho
pillow beside her.
"”>11 me about it, Nell,” she said as softly as
... 1>c hild. ."You know I
wculd not soon he closed again, as Mrs. Hunt
ingdon had spokou of a half formod plan of
id. Mbs Huntingdon was not
going abroad „
exactly strong, and the voyage and change
might be beneficial to her. But this plan was
abandoned when Donald Huntingdon an*
ucuucid liis iuteution of coming home.
It was announced quite suddenly, and tho
letter containing tho uews ended by saying
that he might follow on the uoxt steamer.
A year before, Nell's pleasure at liesriug
this would have amounted to delight, but now
wluu her mother closed tho letter and looked
u,i at her she saw a new shadow iu her eyes,
fchc understood its meaning later, when hr tho
couiec of the day Nell, standing near the fire
with her back towards her, said;
Mama, you are very clever, you know. You
eau always nr ran go things.
"Is there anything to arrange, Nell?”
“Yes if you will. Will you arrango it that
Donald shall net speak of—that person, or tell
any of the stories about him when 1 can
hear 1 ran hear them? 1 should not liko to
"I will arrange. Nell,” her mother answered.
II. They rarely refored to what
That was all, , ,
had passed. The next fow days Noll found
abundance of occupation. Sho undertook tho
arrangement of licr brother's rooms. She made
pilgrimages to town and filled every hour.
Tim kmiiiih worn vnrv (’Imrmlno' nnrl comnlnln
The looms were very charming and complcto
when sho bad finished, and, indeed, the whole
ouse wore an air of greeting.
As the arrival might be exacted almost any
day, it was her baldt each day to spend half
hour in the lower rooms arranging fresh flow*
ers iu the jars and so it happoned ono alter*
noon about a week alter the receipt of the
letter «hc was in the parlor when a servaut
who did not know sho was there opened the
door and ushered in a visitor.
She turned, her branch of yellow roses in
her baud, the servant had retired without
seeing her: tho visitor himself did not sec her
until lie had advanced to the fireplace. There
he stopped with a start, quickly putting his
hand ou the back of tho chair ho had been
about to sit down in, and turned towards her
the agitated face of Jack Hamilton.
even more agitated than It had been
when she had seen it last; and there was. as
ho looked at her, such a dumb sort „
in his great dark eyes that she could almost
have cried out.
"For pity’s sake,” he said, "dou’t go away
for a fow minutes. 1 asked for your inothor.
go just yot.
feel.” He rnnio a step uearcr and looked , at
her more cloiely.
"You don’t look ns if you had boon well,”
he said. "They told me you were Hot strong;
they said yon wero going abroad; that was
why I came.”
He came still nearer, and Nell unconsciously
"Don’t do that!” ho exclaimed with a touch
of his old fierceness. Then with asuddon hum*
to ilispi 1 this ailment Cy promenading the ter*
race—or at least that part of ft which lay at
tho foot of Mrs. Huntingdon’s lawn—for the
test ol the evening.
Kell < Mild sco his face qnitc plaiuly iu tho
moonlight. And It had never been such a
beautiful face in its brightest glow ns it was in
Its ssdi ess and pallor. And why was he there?
Bad as he was thoro must be some strong feel*
lug which impelled him to como to tho place
ntul haunt it so when tbero was nothing to bo
gained. It was what a man with a warm heart
and—yes, a tender love filling it—might have
Neil leaned against the vine-covered trellis
trembling, and soon on tho leaves near where
lier cheek rested great drops fell and shouo.
"Why are you not good?” sho whispered
brokenly. "Why are you not a gentleman
man? 1 should—liko you—then. I could not
liclp it. Oh, I can scarcely help it now!”
And nt that very instiut, as though ho had
beard tl e words—though he had not—he ston*
ped Juft below where she stood and looked up.
And the n he camo up the stops and walked to*
wsrds the arbor. Tbero was nothing to ho
clone. 11 was impossible to go away. There
xvss in> lime. As sho made'one involuntary
Btcp toward! tho entrance—a step which
brought her into the full moonlight—ho
reached her and they stood faco to face. It
Was ns if lie had received an electric shock. A
Sharp tremor shook him for an instant. Nell
looked up at him and then looked down.
"Will you let mo pass?” she said in a low
"I—I can’t” he said with a desperate, miser
able effort, "until you tell me why you did that
licartkss—that cruel thing to me tbisaflor*
Nell could not speak. She put her hand
npon the trellis to steady herself. This was too
"You ought to toll mo,” he persisted. "You
must. Surely a woman would not do such a
thing us that through caprico—a woman like
J on! I may not be a very attractive fellow-
may go wrong sometimes—I know I’ui hot-
beaded and rash—and obstinate—and I have a
Nell, "I will lie better. And
"You know I blencss, "I beg jour pardon, but you dou’t
have always* knowjiow deepwt tuts; I, have thought of
be bettor lor this thing untflr think sometimes that Fra
said he w*aa an idiot, Nell; he has hoard mo
say it l.imsclf, he is a mistaken, bluudoriug
giant, but when in Heaven’s name did I say
anything else against Will Hamilton?’
Sha almost started out of his anus.
•Donald,” sho rrled. "Oh! Doualdl"
"Yes,” he replied, patiently. "That means
se, Nell, but it Is not exactly
something, of course
"We thought!” sho exclaimed in tones of
anguish and humiliation, which wrung the
very soul of the lujurcd Hamilton—"we
thought—we thought he was—tho other!”
* Both Donald aud Hamilton started then vio*
"What!” cried Donald, "you thought ho was
the other. You thought he was Jack Hamil
ton? Yon saddled him with Jack Hamilton’s
sins and adorned him with Jack Hamilton's
rascalities. You have been treatiug him as
Jack Hamilton deserved to l*u treated?" He
relrsfi-d her from his arm a little and lookod
ut hie friend. “Upon my word, Will,” ho said,
*T don’t know how we nro to apologize to
But Will Hamilton no longer woro the air of
a highwayman. He looked even gentle and
subdued, a sort of colossal timidity pervaded
him—a tender timidity—his dcop, hoautoous,
loug-dt spitted eyes yearned towards Nell and
saw only her drooping face aud shrinking, love*
ly figure. His wrongs wero forgotton.
"It—it was a mistake,” lie said. "It was only
a mistake—and it is nothing. I—am very
"You arc sorry,” exclaimed Donald. "But
von arc not the iicrson to bo sorry. I never
heard such a thing in my life. I feel as if I
had inadvertently gone upon the stage and had
just made my entrauco in a last art. I expect
to hear the prompter—1 anticipate tho riuging
" ff * "
down of the curtaiu.
And at the fitting moment tho door opeued
once again and admitted Mrs. Huntingdon.
Donald left Nell, and going to her led licr to
gentleman to lie?” he Inquh
"Mr. John Hamilton,” replied Mrs. Hunt
ingdon with a touch of onibnrrnssmeut.
"He is my friend Will Hamilton, whom I
recommended to your special klnduoss, and ho
bas been apparently the most ill-used uisu ou
s. Huntingdon turned to Nell—sho gave
l quick, soft, maternal look.
right to disliko me, but you might have spar
me that. Whv did you do it?” passionately.
"You—you know why!” criea Nell. "Do n
’_preiumc to—ask me!” Yet the words were
not spoken valiantly aud her voice was not so
clear as she had intended it to be.
"I dou’t know why,” he said. "I—Is every
thing going to turn against me ? I have tried
—I have tried to keep things straight—but it is
no use—and you might have helped me—if you
"I,” exclaimed Nell with pride.
"Yes—You!” fiercely. "Th
There have been
Women lie fore this who have not felt them*
Helves too good to help men who could be
helped by their kindness. Even If you had
not caicd much * 1 ‘ u “* 1
» for me—if you had b3en a little
kind—but to kill a man at such a time as this!
Do you think I have not trouble enough? Do
you think I don’t feel the disgrace—and bit-
temess ? I bad tried—I gave the thing a fair
irial—aud I failed. 1 came back here more
xrmhe il than you know! I longed for a sight
of your face—and a kind look. You have never
given me one yet, but—it seemed as if now you
jnsght. jHfthaps. Aud you struck me down—
wlicn I was suffering most—you. the woman I
|tThen Nell lifted her head.
"How dare you!” she sal
"Dsre!” he echoed with a fire and defiance
that ai most overwhelmed her. "What daring
5s there in loving a womau ? What man, if ho
Is a man at all, cannot dare that much ? A dog
she said. "How dare
told myself tonight after what happened that I
would not deceive myself or you any lougor. I
used to deceive myself at first. I hated evory*
thing 1 heard of him. and I thought 1 disliked
him, too. I told &ysclf lie was bold and pre
suming, bnt, nmmmu, if ho wore not what he is
we should not caU him so bccauso—becauso ho
would not give up without a struggle, the
woman ho loved! Wo should not condemu
him because he tried to be near her, because ho
had beautiful eyes and they followed her al
ways. Those are not crimes, mamma.’’
"No, dear, no,” tenderly.
"But I tried to think them so at first,” Nell
went on. "I have always treated him coldly
and disdainfully. 1 would never hear him. f
never will henr him; but I do not hate him.
And if he were not Jake Hamilton all he his
said to me would be just and true.”
"And he has said—?” said licr mother.
"He has said he loves me. Ho has said I
have been cruel to him. Ho has said 1 ought
to tell him why I bate him. Ho has said he
suffers. And it is true. He does lovo me. I
have been cruel. He is suffering now. Ho did
not lie to me aliout Hint. I saw it in his face! ”
"And you have suid ?” put in tho mother
"I havo said that wc have no words to say to
each other. 1 havo said thut ho is leas than
hatred 1 feci for him, hut contempt. Anc.
despise me. mamma—l»e ashamed of me. for 1
am nihamed of myself—it is not truo!”
"But it was best. Nell, dear—it was bolt,”
said her mother, caressing hor. "Aud you
were brave and in the sight wlion you did it.
It is true that you hate his wickeduess. Jt is
—it is what he might have been that you caro
Oh,” said Nell, hidden upon her shoulder,
"do you—do you think it is?”
‘And you are not—not ashamed of me,
Mrs. Huntingdon kissed her hair in rather a
hesitating way, as if to givo herself a moment's
“Nell,” slio said, "X could not bo without be
ing ashamed of myself, too. I—I must confess
also, my dear,” rather weakly, "I am older than
you, and it has been against my principles, but
—but I have liked him, too.”
There was a start ami Nell lifted her Lice.
No light was needed to tell her mother that it
was flooded with warm color.
‘Oh, mamma!” she cried, "darling!” aud
she clasped her iu her arms and kissed her
agsin and again, her soft tears falling.
"Think kindly of him if you can,” sho said.
‘You may. Think kindly of him if you eau,
because 1 may not.”
not quite myself.* You don’t know what it is
cometning you can’t get rid of day or night.”
Nell made a slight movement again.
"After you said yonr last words to mo,” ho
wcut oti. "I told myself I should he a fool to
let myself l»c stabbed to death again. I would
get over It. I tried, but it was strongor
these lust words, I kept thinking them over
and arguing about them until I had. frantic
farcies. It seemed as if, after all, I didn’t dc*
tervo them. I was in love with you and wheu
you seemed to dislike mo so I could not givo
up. 1 couldn't help it, but that wasu’t con
temptible. Any man who loved you would
ink perhaps you
had heard something against iuo which was
not truo. And if I could know I might explain
it. H may seem like vanity—perhaps it is
vanity—but. great heaven, if you knew how I
havo suffered!” Somehow ho seemed so much
ut her mercy—sho had never seen in any hu
man face such a pained, pleading look as there
was in his—it seemed iinjiosslhle that such
earnestness should cover such wrong.
"1 thought I would como to your mother,”
he mid. "What!’.’
There was a sofa just behind her. Shu
made one desperate struggle to control herself,
to look nt him steadily and speak in a calm
voice—her lips parted, but only to quiver,
.^he sank on to the sofa and dropping her faco
upon her arm burst into tears.
He Hung all caution to the winds then—ho
Have I said too much?” ho cried, implor
ingly. "Yes, I have. Don't do that—don’t.
I m ver raw a woman cry before aud to see
you do it—. Only say one word and I will
go. Have you heard anything against me—”
She interrupted him.
Yes,” she said, "you shall know—yon shall
know—you might havo snared mo the telling.
Do you think a man can be ” '
The day after North Brabaut was surprised
anight love you—the worst fellow alive might
love you. Perhaps, I am not quite the worst,
and 1 tell you again 1 love you. You ernnot
Belp it—neither '—with a break—"neither can
"Bet me pass,” said Nell. "I wish to leave
yon. We have nothing to say to etch other !’*
She began to tremble. She did not with to
leave him. She wished to stay—to bear him
closed, and that the mother and daughter had
;onc away. This rumor Mrs. Maria Hunting*
Ion received in a spirit of severe disbelief.
"It is impossible,” she said. "They never
mentioned it to me!” And making a visit of
inquiry and finding only servants at the
house, she returned to Owlet’s Nest dumb with
proper indignation at n«»t having been con
"It was quite sudden, ma’am,” said the wo*
man she saw. "Miss Huntingdon had l»een
quite unwell. Mrs. Huntingdon was anxious
and thought she needed a change. That was
They did not return to North Brabant. Their
friends beard of them occasionally as being
sometimes at one mountain resort, sometimes
at another. They did not seem to remain
more than a few days anywhere.
"Are you fleeing from some pursuer, Nell?”
Hester Beverly wrote once. "Marion and I
havedetidud that you arc‘in hiding’as Jack
Hamilton was when ho whs in London. It
seems that Professor Uhattertou recognized
him. when he was here, m a young man who
had done something *o dishonorable when he
was in London thut he barely cm ayed the pen
alty of the law through his cousin’s effort*
and— But I forgot, vot: don't like to hear of
It was very late in the season. The last
scarlet, yellow aud brown leaves had fluttered
to the ground and disappeared, when the
Htintingdous'itown house was opened, ami at
first there was some doubt as te whether it
He sprang to bis feet.
"Bate.” he almost shouted. "Dishonored!
Tell me what you mean! What havo I douo
to be dishonored? 1 swear some ouo has lied!
Ask your brother—ask Donald if I am such a
Nell lifted her proud, tear swept face.
It was Donald who told us,” she said.
"Donald,” lie cried with flnshingeyes. "Don
ald against me!”
And then tho door opened and some one
else entered—a tall, young man, whose keen
blue eyes regarded the scene through his eye
glasses with an expression of some bewilder
Nell started from her tofa with a little cry.
She made a movement towards him, hut Jack
Hamilton was before her. As the new comer
advanced lie met him half way.
"Tell me what this means!” he demanded,
towering to a magnificent height, and it must
be confessed wearing something of the manner
of a highwayman. "Some one shall tell me!
She says I am a dishonorable scoundrel, that I
'Nell, dear,” she said, "Bertha wished to sco
you for a moment, Perhaps you would like to
go to her.”
And Nell wont, feeling the release from the
highly charged atmosphere came not a moment
too soon. She did not go to her maid, she went
to her own room, hurrying with beatiug heart.
In a few minutes she was kneeliug by her pil
low* she could scarcely tell why. Sho was sob
biug a little, strange, happy, soft, passionate
"Ob I” she said. "I knew that you wore not
wicke l, my heart knew it. Something bo-
yet ho could hardly hear her low voice as sho
"Yes—I will,” she said: "I did—not.”
"All!” he cried, "If you only know hoar
happy you make mo. If you could only ssy
a little more. I kuow it’s too much to Aik,
Thcrc wash little, breathless pause, and then
Nell slowly lifted her eyes, their lashes wet,
tlic sweetest, softest, dearest look in their
depths that ever a woman’s eyes wore.
‘i know I owe you something,” she said,
tremulously. "No womau has a right to make
a man suffer when ho docs not deserve it, and
then not fry to pay him afterwards. I do owe
what I say makes you so happy, per
haps! can a little. I—I will tell you—"
“5Vhat’” lie whispered, bccauso her voice
fell. "Tell me!"
"I laid.” lower still. "I said—that I hated
you—bccAiiso 1 did not.”
He swept hor into his arms and hold hor
trembling against his breast.
“Bccauso you did dot,” lie cried. "A word
more—one word, Nell.”
"Because I never did—bccauso I thought I
ought to—bccauso I knew 1 could not--be
cause 1 was iiiilmppy--becAUSo I did not know
what to do- because I think—I loved you!
Ilnvo I—havo I paid you now?”
He thought so—with what torrout of words
—with what passionately hippy tenderness
dors not concern ns. All that had passed wait
nothing—for them at least a now world was
"My dear mother.” said Donald lator in tho
evening, "you must cxcuso iny saying that
most charming women with admiration and
delight. When I think of tho high moral tone
you took In this matter, of tho lofty scorn you
dealt forth to tho wror.g young man. of the
persbtent and laudable manner in which you
enfolded tho right ono in your embrace, so to
for he has a sly sonso of humor by
no means despicable—and when I remember
above all that you accepted tho flowers which
1 find the maligned victim chose—and, of
course, paid for—and drovo haughtily past
said vict ira os he humbly toiled along the dusty
road while she splashed hint with the mud
from his own chariot wheels, I will confess thul
1 restrain my pleasure in the humor of tho sit*
cation with difficulty.
"My dear,"answered Mrs. Huntingdon, "you
* - * ihV
make me absolutely unhappy. 1 caunot think
of it. It was unpardonable.”
"It is TAthcr too bad,” said Donald, "that tho
1 loved ip you oven when I suffered so and trlod
mid t.jgd. * Oh? how thankful, how thankful-*-'
how happy, how. happy!”
Down stairs tho mystery was explaining
'We arc very much to blame,” Mrs. Hunt
ingdou was saying. "1 scarcely knew how It
began; and then I am afraid we did tho most
unjust thing wc could havo done, but it soemed
natural to avoid tho subject—and—and you.
And thcuVben wo knew your cousin—I am
obliged to say ho must have known. Wo used
the names to that he must havo understood,
mid of codrso that loft no room for doubt. And
you were always together wbou we met you—
aud Professor Clialtorton spoke so severely—
st d we thought wo saw him remonstrating
"He was remonstrating with me,” said
Hamilton, biting Ids lip. "Ho thought 1 was
wrong in tho course I took with my cousin,
teo 1 was now; but we wero boys togother aud
ho was always sranllcr and weaker. And his
mother believed—” ho stopped.
"His mother believed uo ouo else could save
him,” put in Donald, "aud you made a burnt
ton lifted his stag’s eyes to Mrs. Hunt
"His mother was very fond of him,” he said
in a low tone. ".She was n little creature aud
mil!i red a great deal. She had bcou kind to
v. I was fond of her.”
M i *. Huntingdon quite flushed with pleasure.
Site began to adore him.
"Oh, how cruel wo were to you,” sho said.
'What ran wc say?"
'Only—only.” said Hamilton, "that you will
«mij—viiiwm *i«i«iiiv*jii, iimi^vu nm
think better or me.” But his ryes implored
'My dear Nell,” interposed her brother mild,
ly. "what language!”
But Jack Hamilton did not seem to bear
".She says yon are against me, too,” be went
on. "She says you told them all this; that you
warned them against me.”
Donald Hnntingdon’s eyes lost their smile.
He began to look serious.
"I,” he exclaimed; "there's a mistake some*
He walked over to Nell ami took her trem.
"Nell," ho said, "what is the matter? Don’t
fie ro agitated. What is it?’
Nell's head fell upon his shoulder.
"Donald,” she said, "lot mo go. I can’t bear
it any longer. Mamma will tell you.”
He wits a charming fellow, Donald Hunting
don. and be had always been Nell’s friend, ad
viser and protector. He put his armarouud
her in kindly, caressing support.
• No," he said. "I won’t let you go, Jfoil, un
til this is explained. Such things should al
ways fie net right at once. Somebody has made
a mistake. Let us find out about it. When
did I say anything against the best fellow I
ever knew—the follow with the biggest heart
and the most stupid habit,of sacrificing him*
self to thoie who don't deserve it. I may have
something else slso, and happiness leaped into
them as she held out her hand.
When Nell camo dowu to diuncr tho first
thing Hamilton saw was that her air of cold
disdain had fled, the next that sho woro tho
dress he had seen iu tho moonlight. Her love-
lincas was so softened that it was a new thing.
If he had been Jack Hamilton and had dared
gleet his dinner and look at her as he did
ds occasion ho would havo been stigma,
tized us a presumptuous criminal. As it was,
Donald and Mrs. Huntingdon wero very good
to hint and exhibited in their kindness tho
mo*t beautiful tact. Was it Donald who took
his mother upstairs after tho meal was over ami
they sat talking for an hour or was It Mrs.
Huntingdon who took Donald to show him his
apartments? It mattered not in the least to
Hamilton when tho door closed and ho found
himself alone with Noll.
ho was no less impetuous now. And yet it was
Nell who spoko first. There was one thrilling
moment of silence and then sho looked up at
him with tbo roost lovely appeal In her eyes.
I ought to ask your pardon,’ 1 sho
'T knCW A vugub iu m* juur j’«r<iuii, mu
said. "You cannot know how wretched I
feel—how in the wrong—how—oh, how
He rose from his own seat and came and took
the one her mother had left close to her own.
"Don’t be sorry.” he said, his voice low with
little and listen to gosslpcrs you would have
found out your mistake. It was because you
felt libeller tasto to exclude this renrehensi
ignorance. But would you
*mind answering me a question? Why did you
ptclr out that pngfcletifnr young man mbeing
"Well, in tho first place,” said Mrs. Hunting
don, "1 thought that BIrs. Dalton looked nt
him when sho was pointing out the hero of
tLc stories, and thon
"You thought!” raid Donald. "But why did
you think? Was it a matter of looks? Upon
tho wholelthiuk ho lias tho ad vantage of the
original Jack Hamilton.”
"Oh, Donald!” exclaimed Nell with a charm
ingly II voluntary Indignation.
"Oh, I think ho has—a little,” said Donald,
considerately. "Como, what was it, mother?
Confess. Was it because ho lookod loss inter*
DISCUSSES THE CHANGE OF RULES
IN THE HOUSE,
And Launches Into a Disquisition on tho Solid South,
Mr. Olsvsland's Administration, the Silver
Question and the Prevalent Poverty-
A Word to tho Atlanta Nabobs.
"A Cranky Programme.” Under that head
Tub Constitution rays: "Tho rules wore
changed in the interest of Jobbery and to
satisfy tho demand* of organized plunderers
and tbo whisky ring. That the coinago com
mittee is packed in tho interest of tho gold-
bugs aud Wall street wreckers.”
Thcso are awful charges and they havo dis
turbed my serenity and shaken my faith. I
feel mortified and melancholy. If thcso things
be true the democracy Is rcsitonslhlo for them.
If they be true then It Is time for all good
men to shake loose from party and
party lines and call for a new
deal. If they bo truo then it Is time, the very
time, for tho pcoplo to wako up aud throw
their present leaders overboard to tho whales
for fear the ship of state will sink. Tub Con
stitution nays, "But tho solid south will have
something to say In thcso matters.” How
solid. Solid for what? Did not one half of our
ngrersmen vote for changing tho rules?
luidthcy have been changed without tho
CotiTc _ w
support that was given "by tho south
ern members? Are Mr. Bhmnt and
those Cleorgfa members who voted for tho
change, controlled by avarice or ignorance?
Tho New Y’ork Sun congratulated tho country
on Mr. Blouut’s appointment as chairman of
tho postal service, and said that It was a blaok
eye to tho plunderers of tliat department.
Well, now, plcaso tell us how this Is. Whit
are tho trusting, confiding, unsuspecting peo
ple to bollovc? Havo tho southern leaders
r :ono after mammon, too? Or Is
t possible that tho change of tho rales may
not mean corruption? If It does mean
It, then farewell all hopo of reform by
a itarty. Judgo Underwood soya ho has lived
a long timo and roado many observations, anil
ho Is now prc|>arcd to say that it Is within tho
lango of possibility for a democrat
But 1 did not dream that our southern state!-
men or politicians, or whatever you call thorn,
wonld go at it so soon and on so big a scale. 1
believed they would loam in due time how to
S bblenn tho loaves and fishes, hut I did
herself first. Which was it. Noll?”
Nell hesitated and reflected. Then sho
hlushod a little.
"J don’t think,” sho replied, "that It was
ficrausc he was less interesting.”
"Bly dear mother,” aid Donald, turning U>
Mr. ClovoTand’s term. It looks to mo liko
the two gt*eat parties are l>ound to
disintegrate anyhow. They are getting pow
erfully mixed on the tariff and tlip silver ques
tions and are afraid ofeach other, hut by aud
by thoy will have to fall into liuo. Our own
pcoplo are mixed. Our intelligent press is
divided. Tho unsophisticated farmors are In
doubtand now Is a chance tor statesmanship.
somethings. TJieyny'tbartho silver dollar
i’s friend and It does not
Mrs. Huntingdon hoaltated longer than
Kell had done. Hho reflected more deeply. Sho
began to feel herself obligod to confront a most
ronfttftlug Hiihtlety and remissness.
"1 am i ’raid,’ 7 she said with n most self
rcproAchfi ! air—"Bly dear Don, I’m afraid—It
tm ficcnu ho was—more so.”
And Dm aid broke into a shout of laughter
reprehensible and to be deplored, to say tho
least of It.
It Wan Dreadful.
From Ihc Cincinnati Enquirer,
Are you an Enquirer reporter ?" inquired a
h pious looking elderly Indy, after tho services yes
I read hi the Enquirer this morning that Ham
Joticti find tobacco in his room at tho hotel. That’s
ful, H il» true. Aro you the reporter that wrote
No, mudaiii: but no doubt it’s true.”*
Well, 1 am going right up now, and ask him if
The old lady edged her way up to the altar,
where itev. Joyce stood slongridc of Kcv Jones.
How do you do, Bister Banks?" was Brother
Joyce’s greeting, as ho extended his hand.
'Brother Joyce, i read in the Enquirer that those
men have tobacco in their rooms.”
Well, what of 11?" abruptly ejaculated Ucv.
"Oh, I think it’s dreadful! It Is Just frightful!”
“I don’t think k>,” remarked a gentleman who
‘What? Don’t you think it is true that they use
"Oh, 1 think It is dreadful.
a/uii mu Mwrrjr. uu miu, iiu yuiuu tun
impassioned happiness. "There bas been
row enough -you don’t know—If you are
sorry I must be. Let me havo nothing hut
"Oh! but,” said Nell, "think what I aid to
you—what cruel uatiue things—when you
were in such trouble—when all the world
should have been kind to you. 1 can’t bear
8bc put out her hand iu a pretty, pathetic
gesture. To ay that the next instant Hamil
ton held it pressed close within his own seems
He looked at her a second adoringly.
"Well,” he said at last, "be sorry—a little,
since ft makes you look at me like tliat.”
Then Nell ceased to look at him at ail. Her
eyelids fell and she became a rose in bloom.
“No,” he implored, "don't do that. You
owe me something; pay me bv being kind.”
Which was a trifle unworthy. Yet there are
•-cessions when m»n is but dust. "You must
You—you will.’. He held the hand closer and
closer and his own was trembling. "1 shall
my too much,” he aid rashly. "I know I
►ball, but 1 can’t help it. You have abhored
me ro long that you can’t think of mo a« I—
as I wish yon could. But yon'&id those things
—the things you aid that night—were untrue
You know you said you hated me. Will you
tell me now that—you didn’t?”
that had she known Jones and Email were
cd to Ibis di
In this connection it will be recalled that tbs an
nual conference held on Walnut Hills tut Mimtner,
declared agalmt the use ot tobacco In any form,
and even went so far ax to reftue to admit a bright
y nnog minister from Baltimore until ho had <
gated himself to qntt the smoking habit. ■
Fig til In Mill-Air.
From the Amertcux, Gs„ Republican.
A gentleman ays he witnessed a strange
fight bet .
tween a cat And a hawk Monday that
Interested him. The cat bad found a warm
nook on ihc sunny side of the barn and gono
is the poor man’i
matter whether it Is pure or nlatod so
long as it buys as much as a gold dollar or a
pai»er one. Judge Underwood ays ho does
not care If it is rosdeof nickel plate so long as
the government receives it for a dollar. That
tho credit of the government Is all that makes
paper money good or any other money. It is *
tbo stamp or Uncle Sam upon a gold coin that
makes it good. 8o let tho silver dollar roll on
and jingle In onr pockets. Tho banks have
got all tho gold and if wo put silver down
n * 1 goes up. of conrse, and people who aro iu
t will havo to tuakonacrificotogct It.
It will make the rich richer and
tho poor poorer. Well, that seems to ho tho
way things are going, tho millionaires against
the masses. What wo want In congress now
is some grand men, who will stand up for tbo
common people, the toilers In tho workshops
and on the farms. Kd Richardson is dead-
died worth ten millions, and tuado it all out of
cotton down in Blisslsftippi. Well, at lout ulno
millions of It camo from tho sweat and toil
of the laborer who made tho cotton,
and who was Justly entitled to that money.
drones eat ft, but by and bv tho workers
* '*■“* ** ’ the vagabonds.
•rise in their wrath and slay
This thing hMgot to stop somewhere ami some
time. Thcso dionop “ * *
us hand and
man know s
What does he caro ? The Atlanta nabobs t
they did splendid in giving five or ton dollars
icso monopolies and rings are binding
nil foot. What docs tho average rich
r about the sufferings of tho poor?
tleman wrote a note saving he was glad of tho
opportunity to give five dollars. Well, ho
can be glad every day if he wants to.
Tho opportunities aro more frequent than
tho importunities, for there nro hundreds of
proud spirits who will not beg. How vain tho
cold world seems to tbero. How far away is
the church and charity and humanity. When
ceased, and this was right and kind, and
considerate, but a poor woman In Atlanta
burns her chairs and bedstead to keep tho
vital spark alive and nothing atops. Tho rich
rido round. The lamps burn brightly. Tho
—•- **• — theater
music and tho dance go on. Tho theater has
- ^ er
her chair all
Its matinees. The church its prayer meetings,
but the poor woman burns anotfa
the some. These spasmodic charities are
comfort. The suffering poor are relieved for a
day or a week, but what next? Depend upou
it, the course of this nation Is avarice, and it
will be Its downfall. I have no respect for %
man who has a million and still hankers aftor
more. I have a contempt for him. If ho
loses by fire or flood or robbery I do
not care. The worthy suffering poor
•re in his sight every day, or he knows full
well where to find them.
1 ue that Btr. Atkinson says that if tho gov
ernment does not stop the coinage of silver it
will bankrupt Wall street. If tliat is so then
let the coinage go on. Horace Greeley said that
no man should be allowed
to sleep. A hawk came circling around in tho
air—a large red-tall, with fiery eyes that
git-aimd in the rum like dromonds. Itraw tbo
her a little ts him with the hau l he held -
cat and pounced down on her. Its cruel tal
ons had taken a good hold before tabby knew
what was up, and the bird had risen ten feet
in tho air, then there was a yowl from
the ‘cat mid the feathers began to fly.
The bln! and cat hod it, over aud over
but still going higher r.nd higher. When
about fifty yards high the hawk dropped the
cat, hut immediately darted after, hut tabby
got the upper bold and tho hawk flew around
with one talon in the nndcr hind quarter of
the tat while it* head and front daws were on
the hock of it* foe. The fur and feathers flew
thick and fast, for a while and at last, both
fell to the ground where they expired. The
entrails of the cat wero torn out; white tbo
cat. The hawk measured
inches from Up of wing to tip of wing.
to have more than
* million, lit. Paul laid that the loro of money
waa the root ot all evil. Tom Hood aang tho
aotig of tho ahlit and made London weep, bnt
ahe did not weop long. Tbo atruggle for money
and power atlll goes on rccklea* of all conta
in tho integrity of the aonth, and whan that
fa gono all la gooe.
On tli. Oallowe.
Mikdeh, La., January 22.—The execution
of Henry Jachaon, colored, today waa tho drat
that haa ever taken place in Webeter parUh.
Jachaon waa hanged for tho murder of U. A.
Britton at Hinden Junction on the night of
July 25, 1885. The execution look
plico In jail in the preaenca
of the legal wltneaaea. When told that hi*
timo was about up, Jachaon made a ahort
apeech. The sheriff then pinioned hla arms
and read the death warrant, after which ho
proceeded with the condemned man to Uie
•csITold. The prisoner continued to ’>'« r
himns, stopping once to kid the sheritr good-
liyc, and iuvoked blessings on hla herd. The
hawk had its head ernahed by a b/te from the drop fell at 12d)5 p. m., ratlin* short a hymn.
' four feet and nine , Th. Ihll broke hfa neck and
without a atruggle.