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THE SILENCE AND THE SONG.
Sing to m”, girl r,f my heart,
Sing! The slain silence rijoicea.
Pi. reed by that rar. st of voices.
Art) bh, yet high< r thou art,
And my s ul by the song
Is wafted along
Tn the listening bliss that its choice is
Nev< r and never to part.
Sing to ma, girl of my love!
Sing! And the angels in heaven—
To whom tiia rare rapture is given
To linger and listen above—
Folding their wings
While the melody rings
Till tho soul of the silence is shriven,
Hover above thee, my love!
Sing to me, fairest of girls!
King! The dead silence was golden,
But dearer the song shall be Lolden
Than riches of rubies and pearls.
And the silence newborn
Os tho songless morn
Khali sigh to be slain like the old one
Sing to mo, fairest of girls!
—J. L. Heaton in “The Quilting Bee ”
A MATCHMAKER
Major Mackintosh was a very good
follow, but he had one little weak
ness. He was a most inveterate
matchmaker.
No doubt there was some excuse
for him. Life seemed rather empty
and purposeless now that he had
h ft the army, and as he was still a
vigorous, energetic man he needed
some wholesome vent for his activ
ity. Matchmaking provided him at
once with an interest and an occu
ltation. It gave him plenty to think
of by night and to do by day. With
out it he would have been tho most
miserable of men. With it he was
the cheeriest and tho most self im
portant. It is a very good thing
sometimes to have a little weakness.
Os course, the major prided him
self on his tact and delicacy and
fondly fancied nobody ever saw
through his transparent little arti
fices. So sure of this was ho indeed
that ho not infrequently explained
them at some length to the persons
principally concerned, so that they
might know just when and how to
act under any given circumstances
—a very wise precaution and one
that saved an immense amount of
trouble and misunderstanding.
But though he took every care to
guard against failure matters would
occasionally go wrong and the most
prudently planned match come to
nothing, greatly to the major's dis
may. But he was a reasonable man
on the whole, and when he knew he
was beaten he accepted defeat phil
osophically. Yes, when he know he
wan beaten—but as a bold Briton and
a soldier he was very hard to con
vince on this point and sometimes
struggled on manfully long after
defeat was a foregone conclusion.
Despite his weakness—or possibly
even in consequence of it—the ma
jor was popular, and men and wom
en alike found much to admire in
him. His manner might be a little
brusque, but his means wore ample,
and this was a great point in his fa
vor, especially where tho unmarried
ladies of his acquaintance were con
cerned, for they were not blind to
tho fact that he (the matchmaker)
would boa most excellent match,
and to many of them it seemed a
pity that he should spend so much
time and trouble in providing for
his friends’ happiness while his own
remained unsecured. More than one
kind hearted woman, though taking
small interest in his efforts to settle
other people, would gladly have
helped him to arrange a match for
himself, but it was all to no purpose.
Whether he saw nothing or too much
no one knew, but the result was the
same. The matchmaking' major re
mained unmarried and on excellent
terms with all the ladies who would
willingly have married him, a fact
which alone spoke volumes for his
good feeling and capital manage
ment—if indeed it were not purely
a matter of luck.
The major had but one near rela
tive in the world—-hisnephew, Jack
Mackintosh. Jack was in a govern
ment office, and as he was not 23
y ears of age his uncle began to think
seriously of arranging a match for
him. He had long had his eye on
at least half a dozen sufficiently
pretty girls, any one of whom might
be just the right thing for the young
fellow—if only none of the other
five should prove to be better. The
major was very anxious that Jack’s
match should really be a triumph,
and it cost him much thought and
grave weighing of pros and cons for
months before the critical time
came. Os course he did not consult
Jack in the matter. To do so at so
early a stage in the proceedings
would have been contrary to all
precedent. No, he must muddle it
out for himself and only have the
boy down to make the lady’s ac
quaintance when he had finally
made up his mind as to which of the
half dozen it was to be.
And, after all, it proved to be
none of them.
No; despite the earnest cogitations
of months and all the careful study
of six specimens of girlhood the
major suddenly made up his mind
that Nellie Bloxham was the one
woman in the world for Jack, and
this within five minutes of his first
introduction to her. The girl
charmed him, and he at once decid
ed that she must marry Jack. A
letter was dispatched that very
evening, and a few days later the j
young fellow joined hrs uncle at the
watering place where he had been
go fortunate as to make Miss Blox
ham's acquaintance.
“Well, Jack, have you got your
leave, or is this only a Saturday to
Monday trip?” was the first ques
tion he asked when they met at the
station.
“I can stay a fortnight if you'll
have me.”
“That’s capital. I’ve a lot of
friends here and some uncommonly
pretty girls among them. The Fish
ers came down last week, and the
Renshaws”—
“Is May Renshaw here? I’m glad
of that.”
May Renshaw was one of the half
dozen who had been under consider
ation, and it is possible that Jack
was aware of the fact, but of their
recent rejection he was totally ig
norant.
“May? Yes, I—l believe so.”
The major spoke absently, for he
was thinking how very unfortunate
it would be if Jack really felt any
attraction in that quarter. Not but
what May was a nice girl enough—
till you compared her with Nellie
Bloxham. Let Jack once see Nellie
and he would think no more of May.
Jack noticed the change of tone
and drew his own conclusions from
it.
“Any new acquaintances, uncle?”
he asked. And there was a twinkle
in his eye as he spoke which it was
just as well the major did not see.
“A few. Y’es, Jack, a few. Old
Colonel Marsh and his sisters; pleas
ant women, though a bit elderly—
for you, you know, and Mrs. Blox
ham and her daughter; charming
girl, the daughter, though a bit
young—for me, of course.”
“Ah, about the right age forme
to play with, I suppose?”
There was some impatience in the
young man's tone.
“To play with? No, no, Jack,
you’re too old for play now. It's
quite time you settled, and I’ve been
thinking”—
“Yes?” as he paused impressively,
for the major felt that at last the
time had come for him to speak.
“That Miss Bloxham is the very
girl for you. In fact, that you're
just cut out for each other.”
“H’m!” said Jack.
It wasn’t much of a remark per
haps, but the major found it dis
tinctly disconcerting.
“Well, why not?” he asked testily.
“Why not? No reason perhaps.
But then again—why?”
“Because she's pretty and good
form and very good company, a
thorough lady and a charming wo
man. Can’t you trust my judgment
in a matter of this kind?”
The major spoke with the assur
ance of one whom long experience
entitled to speak with authority,
and Jack smiled. Unfortunately
his uncle saw the smile, and it irri
tated him.
“She’s miles and away too good
for you, you young dog, if that’s
what you mean,” he broke out an
grily.
“That’s exactly what I do mean.
If she’s all the admirable things you
say she is, I fail to see how we can
be cut out for each other and shall
feel bound in common fairness to let
some better fellow cut me out. I’m
not half good enough for her—if
she's all you say she is.”
’ The major burst out laughing.
“If that’s all, come and have a
look at her,” he said, “and then
you can judge for yourself. She is
sure to be on the parade. They all
are at this hour.”
“Oh, yes, I’ll have a look at her!”
said Jack.
Jack was as good as his word.
He “had a look'’at Miss Bloxham,
and he was introduced to her. They
talked together, the major beaming
approval the while. He was intro
duced to her mother—a harmless,
garrulous old lady, who talked
whether there was anybody to lis
ten or not and always about nothing
in particular. Her talk was never
allowed to interfere with general
conversation, nor did she expect it
to do so, which was but reasonable
under the circumstances.
When the Bloxhams left the pa
rade an hour or so later, the major
and Jack walked with them as far
as their own door, and Jack walked
with Miss Bloxham.
“Well?” said the major as they
turned away.
“Eh?”’Jack was evidently not at
tending. A slight, pale faced little
girl was passing at the moment and
bowed to him with a shy smile.
“Who's that?” Major Mackintosh
asked abruptly. It struck him that
Jack was looking ridiculously
pleased about something or other.
“The sister of a man in my office.
I've been down to his place once or
twice lately.”
“Oh!’’ The major dismissed the
subject. “Well, what do you think
of her?”
“Of—her?”
“Y’es. Isn’t she all I said and
more ? ’ ’
“Oh, Miss Bloxham! Yes, she
seems all right.”
“Alt right? I should think she is
all right. ’Pon my word, Jack, you
take it coolly.”
“Why, what would you have!
She has talked to me about a lot of
things for an hour or so, but I real
ly know’ nothing about her, except
that she is good looking and too
good form to say that she is bored
whatever she may feel.”
“Bored! Why should she be
bored? Didn’t you talk to her?”
“Y’es, and she’d much rather I
hadn’t. I wasn’t the right man, un
cle, that’s all.”
“Then, by Jove, I should like to
know who is,” the major said tes
tily.
Jack laughed, but he did not pur
sue the subject further. After all,
it was no affair of his, and if his un
cle liked to play a little game of
cross purposes he had no wish to in
terfere W’ith him.
The next week passed away pleas
antly enough. The major, taught
by experience, knew’ just the kind
of little expedition that was best
qualified to throw young people to
gether—possibly not always the
right young people, but he was
scarcely to blame for that—and he
was constantly arranging some nice
little pleasure party or another. Os
course, none of these was complete
without the Bloxhams and a quiet,
shy girl, a great friend of Nellie’s,
in whom—somewhat to his surprise
—the major recognized Jack’s little
acquaintance.
Millie Lee went everywhere with
her friend, and as she was always
sweet tempered and happy the ma
jor presently grew quite fond of her
in a fatherly sort of way and looked
forward to arranging a suitable
marriage for her as soon as Jack
should be off his mind. In the
meantime he told her all about his
plans for Jack and talked so freely
himself on his pet project that he
never noticed how she dropped into
silence as soon as he alluded to it,
especially as her silence evidently
did not arise from any lack of inter
est. She was staying at a boarding
house, and but for Nellie’s kindness
would have had a dull time of it.
The major observed with approv
al that J ack, too, was kind to her,
for he thought it an excellent sign
that he should wish to please Miss
Bloxham by little attentions to her
friend. On tho whole, he was satis
fied with the way things were going
—or so he told himself—and he
could not understand why he found
a hitherto unknown difficulty in
sounding Miss Bloxham on tho sub
ject and gently preparing the way
for Jack's suit.
Os course Jack was in love with
her. How could he fail to be, know
ing her so well as he now did ? Why,
even he, tho major, was more than
half in love with her himself, as he
owned, with a sigh to his cigar, and
he was old enough to know the fol
ly of it. How, then, should a young
fellow like Jack escape? Now give
them time. Nothing but time was
needed now—and a very little more
of his judicious management —to
bring the matter to a successful con
clusion and transform Miss Nellie
Bloxham into Mrs. Mackintosh—
Mrs. Jack Mackintosh. Ah, what a
difference that one little word made!
The major called himself an old
fool for his pains and refused to
think of what perhaps might have
happened had he only been a dozen
or 15 years younger, but for him, a
man of 50— Oh, no; it was out of
the question.
And so the first week of Jack’s
visit came to an end.
The little expedition, however,
did not come to an end. On the con
trary, Major Mackintosh redoubled
his exertions, for he was growing
extraordinarily anxious to have the
affair settled, and the more he saw
of Nellie the more he was convinced
that Jack would be the luckiest fel
low in the w’orld if he won her.
And he must win her. The major
felt that his reputation was at
stake, for he had never labored to
make any match as he had labored
for this. Oh, he must speak serious
ly to Jack about it. As to Miss Elox
ham, she must surely suspect some
thing of his hopes, and she had not
discouraged them. She always
agreed readily to all his plans and
treated him with marked consider
ation, and, of course, it must be on
Jack’s account. To imagine any
thing else would be— Oh, no; he
wasn’t quite such a fool as that.
“Jack, have you thought over
what 1 said to you?” he asked ab
ruptly one day as they were walk
ing back to their hotel.
“Whatabout? You’ve said a good
deal at different times.”
“Oh, about settling, you know.”
“To be sure I have. There's a lot
in it.” This was distinctly encour
aging, yet the major felt his heart
sink unaccountably. “In fact, I
think I shall act on it.”
“Y'ou’re thinkine' seriously of set
tling. my boy?”
“Most seriously. To teii the truth, ’’
and there was a twinkle in Jack's
eye as he spoke, “I was just going
to tell you that I've alreidy asked
—some one to settle me, and she’s
promised to do it.”
There was a moment’s silence.
Then the major pulled himself to
gether and wrung Jack's hand
“I congratulate you with all my
heart, my boy,” he said huskily.
“Thank you. She’s a dear littlo
girl and thinks no end of you. She i
has no father, you see, and so”—
“Yes, yes, I quite understand.”
The major felt that this was a little
too much. “I think she must know
how I've set my heart on it,” he
added.
“Not a bit of it. She feared you
had quite other views for me. In
deed, it was all Miss Eloxham and I
could do to persuade her”—
“Her? Whom?'’
“Why, Millie, of course. She fears
you’ll play the cruel uncle and ob
ject to my marrying
“Millie. Marrying Millie!”
“Yes. Surely you must have
seen”—
“And what does Miss Bloxham
say to this?”
“Oh, she's delighted. We are all
such friends, you know.”
“Friends! Marry Millie! And but
for that little marplot you might
have married Miss Bloxham”—
“Not a bit of it. You are mis- |
taken there. Even had I ever wish
ed it she wouldn't have had me.”
“Who told you so?”
“Nobody, but I’m not quite a fool
any more than you are quite 100,
because— Uncle, Millie is not the
marplot, but—quite another per
son,” significantly.
“By Jove!” exclaimed the major.
He was silent for some moments.
When next he spoke, it was in a
very different tone:
“Do you think I’ve any chance,
Jack?”
Jack laughed, not unkindly.
“Go and sec,” be said.
And the major went.
So, after all, he made an excellent
match for Miss Bloxham, and Mrs.
Mackintosh never regretted that
Jack was not the bridegroom.—
Household Words.
A Curiosity of Literature.
John Heywood, the playwright
and epigrammatist, was patronized
by Henry VIII and Elizabeth.
“What tho ‘Faerie Queene,’ ” says
Warton, “could not procure for
Spenser from the penurious Eliza
beth and her precise ministers Hey
wood gained by puns and conceits.”
The object of one of his books, as
disclosed by the title page, is singu
lar, “A Dialogue, containing in ef
fect tho Number of all the Prov
erbs in the English Tongue, com
pact in a Matter concerning Two
Marriages.”
When tho Marquis of Winchester,
lord high treasurer, was presented
with a copy of this book by the au
thor, he inquired what it contained,
and being answered, “All the prov
erbs in English,” replied: “What!
All? No, no. ‘Bate me an ace,
quoth Bolton,’ ” a form of speech
once much in voguo. “By my faith, ”
said Heywood, “that is not in.”
It happened that the marquis cas
ually uttered the only proverb not
in the book.
Camden mentions an interview of
Heywood 'with Queen Mary at
which her majesty inquired what
wind blew him to court. He an
swered, “Two specially, the one
to see your majesty.”
“We thank you for that,” said
the queen, “but I pray you what is
the other?”
“That your grace,” said he,
“might see me.”
The curious work on proverbs is
in rhyme and contains many say
ings that are now forgotten as well
as allusions to superstitions still re
maining.—Harper’s Round Table.
High Prices For Antique Lace.
There are many amateurs of old
lace in New York. Women having
an intuitive liking for such light
tissues are far cleverer in their judg
ment than men. Here are some of
the prices antique laces brought in
London lately: An old Venetian
rose point flounce, 6 1-2 inches wide
and nearly 3 1-2 yards long, 70 guin
eas ; an antique Venetian rose point
bertha, 20 guineas; three panels and
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Real old Irish point lace, with its
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lace, 15 inches wide, 3 1-2 yards
long, brought what in American
money is s2Bs.—New York Times.
His Reason.
“Why did you decline a third
term, Washington?” asked George
111. “Too lazy ?”
“No, not a bit of it,” said Wash
ington. “It was just to save my
reputation. I felt, if I went on,
there was danger of my degenerat
ing into a king, and a King George
at that!”—Harper's Bazar.
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