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SWEET MEMORIES.
i I think sweet memories will not die,
i But live, and die not ever.
; I think the heart’s sweet memories tie
Will bounden be forever.
X think sweet memories will awake
That long have slept and slumbered.
I think the longest night will break
I In dawn and joys unnumbered.
—T. O. Paine.
JOHN’S STORY.
.‘‘Well, would you like to hear my ad
venture in New Orleans?”, John Bright
leaned his elbow on the arm of the red
plush chair in which he sat, with a
thoughtful look in his dark eyes.
“Why, yes, of course.”
“By all means. ”
Eugene Oarthon and hir Sister looked
• eagerly at the handsome blonde in front
of them.
They had been talking about the New
Orleans exposition, which all had visited
the winter before, and naturally their
conversation had drifted, into personal
reminiscences and criticistps on the^ways
and manners of tlm people of that beau
tiful Southern city.
“Did you really have , an adventure?”
asked: Nell,' * eyeing him’ questioningly
from under her long dark lashes. They
had intended to fneet m the. Crescent
city, but through some.,misunderstand
ing'the Carthon family had missed him.
Nell had always felt a little aggrieved
over this, just as if John had really been
to blame in the matter, and,all allusion to
their sojourn in the South brought back
that' vague feeling of disappointment
which had mingled itself with all her en
joyments while there. 1 | |
Not that, she cared anything for John
Bright. Oh, no; not even to herself did
site: ever adhiit 'that. But then he .was
Eugene's most-intimate friend, and’he was
' such a bright, companionable fellow,
how could she help liking hint a little?
“just, for Eugene’s, sake, you know.”
She sincerely; believed that it was her
love for her brother that made her so so
licitors always .for his friend’s comfort
and So anxious to make him always feel
at home;, and thoroughly welcome in her
father's;'house. | 1
“Well, go on with your story,” said
Eugene, 'lighting a'cigarette, with his
sister’s permission,, and puffingaway ex
pectantly. “I'll be getting drowsy, pres
ently. if you;don’t wake me up with your
thrilling episode.” ’ ■ ; ; ■>:;; ;
f-iWell'i—John twirled his blond mus
tache reflectively, ignoring the last re-
mark—-“I ,,was walking down Canal
street;'one afternoon, when it began to
rain, hot violently, but enough to make a
Aan feel uncomfortable, and the feathers
on a woman’s bonnet-Ump, Fortunately
I had an umbrella; which, of course, 1
immediately raised, , Just as i'did so, a
young lady came out of. the 'large dry
goods stores behind me. . She stood ir-
resolute^ for a moment as though non-
-plusseci by the fain, yet an,„evident anx
iety possessed her to feacli the car.
s -“Ip^taiitlyT. found myself in a. strange
dilemma. What should I do? There was
a young lady, delicate and, beautiful,
richly attired in garments whifch ! the rain
would' certainly,'damage, without the
slightest protection from the elements,; ;
While I, not three feet distant, whs pos
sessed of an umbrella amply large enough
to shelter two. It seemed like a piece of
impertinence, yet on the impulse of the
moment I mustered all my gallantry, and,
forward, offered to escort her
to the car.
i ‘To my surprise, and I must say pleas-,
ure, she* accepted, gratefully, .-'and we
walked to the next corner to meet the
car. I noted then the extreme,lpyeliness
of her beauty; which was of the pure
Creole type, and the marvelous finish of
her toilet, which showed in its richness
of coloring the Southern taste. I could
not censure her for her hesitation in ex
posing herself to the disastrous effects of
the rain.
“When we reached the •corner there
was no car,:”;, John. contimied. “Being
in ‘Mardi-gras’ time, there was always
more or less delay. When the car, did
..arriye, ; ,jt jyya^soiefh^ded f thereiif ai\n6t'
a foothold. The next and ,the next
proved to be the same,. Unconsciously
we walked bn. 1 lie voting lady by,an
almost imperceptible guidance directing
our footsteps,.. We' walked along the Rue
| Royal quite into the heart of the old
French town, the young lady scarcely
seeming aware of the fact thak we
had traversed so many blocks. I
was too delighted with'her bright con
versation and naivette to wish to unde
ceive her, and so we walked along until
she stopped suddenly in front of one of
those gloomy French houses, so dreary
in exterior appearance, 'but often beauti-
ful and gay within. A high wall sur
rounded the dwelling, surmounted by
nails driven in so that the points pro
jected upward, a sure safeguard against
marauders. As usual, a high balcony
graced the front of the housg.. From the
gate—a massive iron-barred One—a, stone
■ pave led up to the old-fashioned door.
, . “ q feel very grateful,’ she said, lifting
her big eyes to mine with a shadow of
timidity in their depths which made
them all the lovelier; ‘and’ she hesitated
a ji little, ‘I know my father •• would wish
*o thank ,ypu also, -.if—V
“ ‘If you only knew.whom to thank,’
I added; with, a conscious shame at mv
Sown.-Jack of. courtesy;- Now,'I don’t
, know what prompted me to the action,
but insteadfof handing her: my own card,
,1'gave her one of Frank Smith’s, a young
fellow rooming with me at the St.
■Charles,, a'drhmmer for a large firm in
Detroit. His .name graced the card in
full, and also ‘Tr'emqine & Leeman,’ the
Maine of‘the finn he was connected, with,
tt .was; a foolish thing to do, yet I, never
expected to ,s.ee the young lady again,
and I swppose it occurred to me that it
would, be a good joke oil-.Smith.
■'To my, great astonishment, she recog
nize! the firm name. ' j ,
f 'v'/Si ‘You must come in and see my
father,’ she said. “Mr, Tremoine is an
■ old friend of ours, and he will be ‘ so de
lighted, to see you.’ ' ■ V,'
A Tnto^whatkind. of a' seraph had I got-
' ten myself? I deckned as cornteously as
possible, trying to hasten awsiy ;’but jiast
- then;,an old, gentleinen appeared at the
Hdoorf in-answer to our ring at-the gate
J .for, ASv.you remember,- in New Orleans
mqst'.of. the bells are on the front gate.
“I n a few . words’the young lady ex
plained-the* situation, .. With., a true
Southern hospitality' he invited me tb
for my kindness to his daughter. Seeing
I would offend by not accepting their in
vitation, I stepped in with them. As
usual in these French houses, the hall
led into a little barren-looking court.
From this, however, we entered into ap
apartment elegantly furnished.
“A servant took my, umbrella and hat,
and the old gentleman pushed forward a
handsome easy chair for me, seating him
self near me. The young lady disap-
.apeared, reappearing in a little while in
» charming dinner-dress of garnet satin.
‘ ‘I confess I was a little dazed by the
sudden turn affairs had taken, and the
tete-a-tete with the old gentleman (whose
name I ascertained to be DeChartre) was
most embarrassing, for he asked me a
score of questions about Detroit and the
people there, all of which I, never hav
ing been in that city, .was obliged to
answer at random, or from vague reminis
cences of what Smith had told me casu
ally. *
“I tried in vain to turn the subject,
and had almost given myself up, to a des
perate fibbing, when I chanced to perceive
that-a piano was behind me. During a
momentary lull in the conversation, in
which De Chartre was probably trying to
reconcile my rambling information with
his own knowledge and Conjectures, I
turned to the young lady, requesting
some music.
“To my relief she consented immedi
ately, thus saving her father from any
further surprises in the way of chaotic
guessing on my part. She sang and
played quite prettily, and I found myself
even more prepossessed than I had been
at first.
“After she had played several songs, I
rose to go, but as I did so, dinner was an
nounced, and I was urgently invited by
them both to remain. Again I saw that
to refuse would be to offend, so. in order
to preserve Smith’s *eputation from fur
ther damage, I accepted, resolving that I
would exert my talents to the utmost in
being entertaining. You see, I wanted
them to speak a good word for Smith if
ever they should chance to communicate
with this Tremoine, whom I heartily
wished at the bottom of tbe sea.
“After dinner we adjourned to the
parior—that is, the young lady and my
self—the old gentleman going.-, off for a
smoke, in which I declined to join him.
“The rain, -which had been mild at'
first, now turned into a raging torrent.
It beat savagely against the windows,
and the Wind’swept mournfully through
the court. Now and then it crept under
the doors and. into the room, bringing a
faint scent of the orangey-blooms' that
were being swept from their, stems on the
bending trees without. But the inclem
ency of the weather outside only made
the comfort and brightness of the apart
ment seem more perfect.
-. <cyyjth such a charming hostess the
moments Sped swiftly. I became more
and more inthralled with ter dark eyes
and her gracious manner, so typical of
the'grace 'which has' made the Creole
women celebrated. I don’t know to what
length I might have committed myself,
had not the door opened and Monsieur
de' Chartre once more appeared upon the
scene. As it was, I think he surprised
me saying some-foolishly tender things
to his daughter.
A A‘1 looked at my watch.. A flush of
shame crept over me. It was past ten
’o’clock..Tags' thafelf'had'infringed on
.the hOSpitality extcndeTl'to me. I began
to'apologize, but Monsieur de Chartre
stopped me.
“ ‘My dear sir,’ he s.aid, cordially,
‘you cannot go out in such a storm. I
will not permit it; My home is large.
We have ample accommodations.Remain
with us to-night.’
' “I thanked him sincerely. I could not
feel,grateful enough for such a warm and,
cordial hospitality. It is true indeed
that these Southerners have the kindest
and most hospitable hearts in the world.
An old and valued friend of the family
could scarcely have been treated more
kindly than I, a complete stranger, save
for the slight stamp of genuineness which
‘Tremoine & Leeman’> gave me in this
most elegant and beautiful home, every
part of which betokened tbe wealth and
positiqn of thejJwner. v ? ;
‘-‘A few moments later Jacques came to
show me to my room. With a lingering
glance, I bade the young lady good-night.
It seemed to me that her beautiful eyes
were filled with a shadow of regret for
our brief acquaintance. , Her father fol
lowed me to the epurt with out giving me
several messages for Mr. Tremoine and
other friends in Detroit, all of which I
promised to carry faithfully. Then, wijh
a courtly good night, he intrusted me to
the care of the waiting attendant.
‘Mv apartment was handsomely fur
nished, in keeping with the rest of the
house. If was apparently a back room
connected with one in the front of the
house by heavy folding doors, across
which a red crimson portiere fell.
counterpane and the nen carpet beneath.
His wide eyes were upturned to the ceil
ing, his white face transfixed with the
death agony.
“For a second I stood there as . if
frozen to the spot, my senses reeling,
•tv hands clinched in a sudden agony of
mortal terror; then like a.flash of light
ning the truth swept over me, A terrible
crime had been committed. The respon
sibility was to be laid on me. In the
morning the police would comedo arrest
mo. What vestige of power would I
have to disprove it? > - 1
“With a sudden, quick- energy, born
of desperation, I went to my room and
dressed myself, leaving not the slightest
trace of my presence there., Assuring
myself that not a card or a slip of paper
was left as a clew to my identity, I took
my boots in my hand incl crept noiseless
ly down the stairway;
“When I reached the door beyond the
court, I shrank back in dismay. I had
forgotten it would be locked and barred.
I entered the apartment where I had
been entertained the night before, hop
ing to iind a window unbolted. To my
surprise I.heard voices and perceived a
. light emanating from the room adjoining.
The door between was slightly ajar. I
walked breathlessly across the room and
peeped through the crevice.
“Horror of horrors! What did I see.
there? The fine, courtly old gentleman
of the night before seated at a faro table,
surrounded by a motley crowd—and my
fine young lady, the brilliant, sweet
voiced enchantress of the dinner table,
dealing out faro blanks, opposite!
‘ ‘It was enough.. I turned away, real
izing then that I was in New Orleans. I
had gotten into one of the worst dens of
the French city, and the beautiful Creole
was probably one of the notorious char
acters I had so often read of.
“No wonder my blood ran cold. What
if I could not escape? These were desper
ate characters with whom I could not
cope. The outlook was terrifying.
“I tried each window cautiously. They
all resisted my efforts to raise them; all
but the last—that yielded a little. I
struggled mightily, with the strength of
despair. In doing so my hand touched a
spring which I had not perceived before.
In an instant the shadow was pushed up
noiselessly, and with a stealthy bound I*
leaped through, landing unhurt on the
groftnd a few feet below.
“But what to do next? There was that
wa,H, Surrounded by its rows of sharp
nails. It would have been madness to
have attempted to . scale it. The gate was
barred and fastened with a heavy chain
I could not cry out for assistance ; that
would have meant certain death from
those desperate, dark-browed men at the
faro table. What should I do? Again
the cold drops of moisture dampened my
temple. I was frantic. What should I
do!”
John stopped in liis narrative and lit
the cigarette Eugene had handed him a
little while before.
“What did you do?” Eugene wasim-
patient of the delay. He leaned forward
anxiously. His own cigarette had gone
out. He had forgotten it in his absorb
ing interest.
; ■‘Yes,.what did you do?” Nell repeated
the question with ^.terrible -anxiety in her
brown eyes. Heir Kensington lay un
heeded on the floor, her elbows rested
on her knees, one; hand supporting her
dimpled, eager fafe Her breath
short and fast. She awaited the "sequel
with sympathizing, anxious eyes.
“Why”—John gave jmonCTgfitirrjmfr -
at his cigarette—“I awoke!”
Eugene sank back in his chair, and
Nell collapsed physically and mentally,
picking, up her work with a disgusted
air.
“Sold,,by,.. Jove!” exclaimed Eugene,
after a pause? looking admiringly at his
friend. “It -is! the best sell * of the
season.” - * ’
nth. you horrible wretch!” cried Nell,
when she had reco vered her breath; “and
so it was all a dream?”
“Yes,” answered John, coldly; “I
awoke in No. 105, at the* St. Charles,
with Smith asking me if I, mistook him
for a brick wall or a lamp post, that
I was pounding him so vigorously.” <.
Nell did not seem to care much for the
sell so long as the beautiful Creole had
proved a myth:- The story had' awkkened
her consciousness a little, and she seemed
a little shyer of John for several .days
afterward, But I am- happy to say
that she was a sensible girl, and. when
John asked her if she only loved him for
- “Eugene.’s sake, ’’she answered candidly,
“No,” Thus came the sequel to “John’s
Story. ”—Fannie I. Shcrrick. |
Casting Steel Rails.
In the, center of the steel .house is a
circular pit, whose center is occupied
by a hydraulic crane. The ladle of steel
is pulled from thA track beneath the
, converter, swung round tb the edge of
Jacques brought me a pitcher of fresh the pit and there tapped. Out of an
water and some clean towels, and then, orifice in the bottom of the ladle' runs a
mumbling something in his unintelligi- -svhite stream, filling mold after mold. It
bie Creole French, bowed himself put. is hot work, particularly in mid-summer,
‘‘1 examined the, room carefullyJocked p u t the grimmy pit men look the seeth-
all the doors except the folding one, J i no - stream in the eye, as it- were, whereas
'-'c'fiter', thanking me ifi tnost volubie.terms ! blood oozing slowly upon the white
which I found fastened on the other side,
and went to sleep thinking what a capi
tal joke that was on Smith, who was un
doubtedly reposing beautifully in No,
105, at the St. Charles, unconscious of
the strange escapade I had gotten him
into., I resolved to write to the young
lady as soon as I left the city, informing
her of my little deception, and introduc
ing the original Smith, whom I was quite
sure would fall head over ears in love
with her at sight. -Poor Smith! I was
just mapping out his future most beauti
fully, when Morpheus seized me and car
ried me off into dreamland.
“About midnight! was awakened by
a slight noise in the room. A terrible
presentment took possession of me. I
dared not move fur a second. My knees
trembled, the epld, drops of moisture
stood on my brow, I lav shivering as
though-chilled by some actual, icy touch
for a moment,'then my healthy, vigorous
physique, reasserted itself. I was no
coward, even to myself. I rose steathily
and crept to the light, turning the full
blaze on suddenly,?
‘,‘A change in the room startled me..
The heavy portiere was thrown aside, the
folding-doors stood wide open. Re
solved to penetrate this mystery,I stepped
into the,other room.
• ‘ ‘A cry of horror escaped me as I did
so. ‘ I stood- in the middle of the floor,
petrified, the Aery blood freezing in my
veins. ; There on the bed lay a man, with
his throat gashed from ear to ear, the red
the way-faring man holds his hat before
his face at a distance of toil paces. In a
few moments the molds are sufficiently
cooled to permit their removal. . Nothing
that steam can do is performed by a naan
in these works, and a hydraulic hoist
strips the molds off the ingots and
leaves standing in the edge -of the
pit a row of Steel posts, eight or nine
in number, all red with heat,
each five . feet long and -fourteen
inches in diameter and weighing from
2,000 to 3,000 pounds. The molds are
placed upon flat cars and pulled outside
by a locomotive to coal. Another loco
motive brings in cool molds and draws
away the hot ingots which another
hydraulic crane has placed upon the iron
surface of more flat cars. One of the
other converters has by this time snorted
the carbon out of the pig, the pig has
been toned up with spiegel, and.the pit
men run another ladle of liquid steel into
three taper-shaped molds. Thus the
work goes on,’night and day. The little
locomotive is always busy between the
blast furnace and the converter; ycarbon
sparks illumine the heavens, and .the
spiegej ladle plies back and forth; the
great lifting cranes move about, up or
down, this way or that, an inch or a foot,
quite as obedient to the will of their
master as his own right arm, and carload
after carload of red ingots is hastened
away to the rolling mill.—Chicago Herald.
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two miles. Exact
size oi' a 50-cali
bre centre fire
cartridge.
‘Invalu
able
Every
man
the water.
, sport s-
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farmer should have
orc. kefit- mm ■
.mail, for cents »n
stamps. Order now.
and get our <-atalogu^ o'
Sttns, etc^
Band Instruments*
JOHN F. STRATTON,
43M»tdsnLjn»,H.T..
Importer & Wholesale
Dealer in
ACCOR DEONS,
Month Harmonicas
and all kindsof Musical
Merchandise, Russian
Gnt Violin Strings*
Send tor catalogue. ,
A PiSEPEfS BREECH
LCA5JSKC
CIIH,
MOST GUN for
ever offered to the publ’o.
For sale by all first-class Cun Dealers*
At Wholesale only by (send for Catalogue)?!
SCHOVERUNG, DALY & GALES.
94 & 86 St, New York.