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VANQUISHED.
I With red on the cheeks and Are in the eyos
We come to thy conflicts, O life!
We know we are strong, and we think
are wiss,
As we plunge in the strife,
We have youth, we have strength,
We have hope, and at length
We have love., O life!
i With the strength of our youth and the fire
of our hearts
We take up thy challenge, O life!
But we know not our foe has his traitors
within ,,
As we wrestle in strife;
And unnoticed, unknown,
At blood, sinew and bone,
They are feasting, 0 life!
Till the red of our cheeks and the fire of
eyes
Have faded, are-quenched, O life!
No more are we strong—’tis but left to be wise
Anil retreat from the strife—
As »ve yield to the truth
Of our vanishing youth
We pi-oveit, O life!
Margaret II. Lawless, »n Frank Leslie's.
HUFF Am TIFF. £ i
Who were they? They were Mr. and
Mrs. Thwaite, and they had been so for a
few weeks only. They became Huff and
Tiff when they married.
of Although they were well-to-do citizens
great New Lancaster they had not
been married grandly in church, be
cause they were out,' so voung; and if'the
truth must cpme it had been a
•way match. No one could understand
tion why they had run away, as the opposi
to their marr:age had been more of
else; • postponing but Mr. Thwaite character than anything
had suggested that
the former Mbs Featherly had too little
money for his son’s intended wife.
There had been a stormy scene, in which
the two vessels, old and young gentle
man, had come into collision, amid claps
•f thunder. Is it necessary to say more?
No; surely all persons of 20 will see
■ty why and young Thwaite married precipitate
flew with his charming wife into
Edgings. “Huff, dear,
I’m all ready," said his
wife, entering the room.
She was dre-sed for walking, it being
Bear dinner time, and she wore her bend
ing Her spring hat ancTclinging buff gown,
teeth glinted, her eyes darkened as
she looked down at her husband, who
had been reading a novel of Victor
Hugo. Thwaite
looked up, stretched, sprang
to his feet, and bustled about getting
Aia hat, gloves and cane. Then he
Wapped “You his hands scientifically.
have your purse?”
“Yes,” says he. “You have your
parasol”
They “Yes,” says she.
went and had their dinner.
Thwaite had been silent all the way
home from the hotel restaurant. When
they got back to their pretty parlor he
sank into a chair and stared before him
fixedly.
“What's the matter?” asked Tiff,
catching tomed sight of something unaccus
about him.
“Oh, nothing, Tiff. Don’t trouble
remained yourself abqut it. Only-” His lips
open, but no words followed.
“Dearest, have you fallen ill?”
into “No-partly, ill luck. though. I’ve fallen
I thought I had some
money in an inner compartment of my
purse and—it is not there!"
“You’ve spent it?”
“Certainly have." notl That is, I suppose I
must
“And what have you in the outside
compartments Tiff, lazily of your purse?” asked
her dainty fanning feet herself and putting
two on the hassock.
The only answer Thwaite seemed
his likely to make was to beginfeeling of all
. “Hey!” pockets.
said Tiff.
Thwaite, “Why, none there now,” answered
hadn’t. shortly, as, of course, he
“Good gracious!” said Tiff, snapping
; her bracelet, “how unusual, isn’t it?”
“Why, yes, that's what troubles me; I
never was out of cash in all my life be¬
fore this. ”
“Aren't there such things as checks?”
asked Mrs. Thwaite, turning her eyes
•pon him lovingly.
Thwaite laughed.
should think so. But then I haven’t
any about me.”
“There are so many banks. Where
4 j>you cash your checks?”
“When I have them,” said Thwaite,
: jfoiog to the mantelpiece to light a
cigar,” I cash them at the first hank
come to.”
give “Perhaps if you go to the bank
you a check to cash,” she said.
“No, hardly.”
“Aren’t there such things as
at banks?”
“Heavens, Till, why not?”
“Well, then, go to the bank
you have one.”
Her husband took his cigar from
lips, growing pale.
“What the deuce am I to do? I
no balance.” And Tiff made no reply.
Tiff was as fresh as a rose the
day. She popped her head out of
window and sniffed the air.
“ How perfectly sweet it is this
ing!” said she. 1 ‘I mean to wear my
linen.”
“Where are you going?” asked Huff.
"She turned slowly and gazed at him.
“Oh, yes, I do remember now. No
fast.”
“it ;s too cruel, my love,” says he.
leaning in despair. against anything he could find
“But I shall goto a
or two of business I know of, and
something word profitable to do at once.
iny L will toon be back,
equipped nothing for a hearty lunch. As you say,
serious can befall two
young he beings like you and me.”
On went into the sunshine and
sat ^ own demurely cutious to find
w ^at would happen next.
She had to wait till evening for
“next thing,” unless a series of
i )!iase ? of feeing could be counted as in
Terestirg. burst It was then that Huff
into the room, his face
w bitely Said in the dim light.
Huff on his return: “I have been
U P ? nd dowI ? the cit y al! da y> ? na Ny se -
au ™S. a ca P lta ‘ connection with
rival insurance company; but. by
b<ia ld of Moses, I*haiehad nothing
a g , a ss of wine and a biscuit since
. As I fainy
? vealn business g- this soon afternoon as was l leahzed
°* I could that,
course, not expect to receive
8n 7 ca «b the first day, and I became al
most wd d with anxiety. Yet it was
f. erat, T e J - 0 smile - .Do you not know
j* imperative , business
smlle l 3 in to
-
“I don’t care if it is!” retorted Tiff,
with some show of life. “And you
should care more that I am very, very ill.
have read Hugo until I amas hungry as
a giantess."
“But, TifiL I have one profound
. terrible dilemma,in which
it now
seems as if we should literally starve, tin
less my hope should prove well grounded.
Have you not any money?”
Mrs. Thwaito threw her head back
daintily, shrugged her shoulders in
mockery, her pale lips smiling, her lus -
husband’s t!0,is eyes head. gracing scornfully over
“Do not keep me waiting for your an-
8wer ,” he cried, kneeling before her.
Why, certainly, I have morey,” an
swered she. “How could I have pin
money else? Huff, you are beyond your
depth, I think.”
“Bravo! we are saved!’’ exclaimed
Thwaite, springing up and waltzing a
few steps with his cane. Then stopping
he asked: “How came you not to men
tion it at once last evenemng? Give me
your purse without delay, dearest Tiff,
and let us start at once for our pretty
little table at the restaurant. ”
Tiff walked over to the encouraging
figure hands m behind the middle of the room, her
her sloping waist.
“Huff Thwaite, I never could have be
•
“That you could not take care of me.”
She began to cry. and spent all the tears
she had longed to shed during the day,
but would not shed them because Huff
WaS a ^ D ? < ^ are k 0r *
‘Here! tTT she said, dramatically. He
looked up and saw a pretty purse before
his nose, and he took it.
In a couple of hours more Tiff's head
ache had gone off like mist, and they
both looked even gayer than before the
terrible ordeal of that day had set in.
At 9 o’clock there came a knock at the
door. The servant stepped over to Mrs.
Thwaite and said something in a low
voice. Mrs.Thwaite replied in the same
manner. Who could have supposed that
there would be a serious sequel to such
a slight occurrence? When the servant
tandm tv-^ “ PlbftSe
SUwhnJl T SeC0D< . !
“I wish you would reflect that the
laundress must be paid.”
lavish “Oh, we can’t spend money in so
a way as that at present. She
must wait.”
“Well, says the blooming wife,
concerned one way or the other, “I’ll go
and send her off.”
She left the room and did not return
for five minutes. Then, after sitting
down again and reading a few passages
of Mrs. Browning, she looked up with
a smile as it at some joke, which was
had inexplicable under the circumstances. “I
to give her the clothes,” she said.
“Did you? I thought you always
did.” <
“I mean, of course, the laundered ones
she had brought.”
“Weren’t they just right?”
“Huff, you are getting obtuse. She
took them in payment.”
“Mercy 1"
“I can make my things last just about
a month, that way.”
“But how am I to manage with only
twenty-four thrown shirts, and at least seven
to the dogs a week?"
“That does seem a problem.” mused
Tiff, laying down Mrs. Browning’s
poem’s temporarily on her knee,
“Couldn’t you buy a flannel shirt and
wear it ever so long?”
“Couldn’t you get a bathing dress?”
demanded Huff, with witheringsarcasm.
“Ohl” gasprd Tiff, “how fearful you
always are!”
day Suppose or" the intense quarrel over, and for a
two peace. Then came
an episode.
“Well, dears, how do you do?” The
speaker was a fine girl, joyous witli.early
morning and unusual excitement.
Huff and Till were transfixed. They
were just start in sr out for breakfast,
“I was determined to find you in, and
so I came at this hour,” tvent on the visit
or. “It has taken us a good while to
find you, since papa would hear of it.
The detective says you drank Stein
berger yesterday-”
“How dare you enter the same air we
breathe.'” thundered Huff, striding up
to his sister and taking her round the
waist for a stout kiss. “We ignore your
existence.” .
“What a lovely room ’.” exclaimed
Esther, sitting down with Tiff on the
sofa, with a sweep of eyes, and then
bending cheek sideways toward the bride’s
until cheeks and lips met. “You
dear !
^ou love!” s.v.d Tiff, and they em
brace.
.< a P a sa J s f 011 must ... be married over
again; show and go through the form and all the
importance.” remarked Es
ther > with the most fascinating, lazy
nonchalance “.He said he never saw
anything go off like cotton'into flames
as .vou did, brother; judas though any
one was more in love with your Bessie
Fcatherly than he was. He don’t
member forbidding the marriage at all.”
“Please Please to to tell tell my my lather.” lather.” said raid Huff, Huff,
held severely, her looking chin down at his wffe, who
in her hand, “that I re
member his forbidding it (or as bad as
forbidding that it) very distinctly. And
please add from this time forth,my
lather, yes, and all the rest of you, is—
are—dead tome!’
‘ Dreadful words, those. Will,” sighed
J»s hp«- sister, “Don’t g ancmg you think up with so Bessie?” compressed
Mb. Tift shook her head and smiled,
JVlr. Thwaite is never in the wrong,”
smd she, and felt a little awkward at
her own assertion
Esther thought a moment, and then
said she believed she would pot stay any
longer just now. Huh! said that he
would see her heme, and then reflected
that, he could not very wel carry out his
intention. Esther, upon this, explained
that S h e had come in the carriage
When she hai3 bowed herself through
tlie open door, she stopped to throw
over her shoulder a roulade of genial
laughter.
“By the way, Will.” she ea!ied,_ “if
we were the fashionable set, what a
terrible notoriety you two wild things
would have! As it is, it is like a nice
play. wish Adieu!”
“I my mother would come now,”
said Tiff, after the door had closed upon
husband’s buoyant sister—who was
also a school friend—but after a pause,
or had something equivalent to one. Huff
not descended to the carriage with
Miss Thwaite, for fear of catching sight
of the world-dreaded grin on the foot
man’s visage.
“Your mother is a woman “hat dear meaAt ”
answered Thwaite, as if
unusual, “and it will take a
long time for her to come round as my
fatb er has done.”
Huff would like to have said that as a
young husband he could not be other
wise than he was, but as he felt that
this might he be remained too brilliant silent. a revelation
for Tiff
In the evening they were sitting, as
was tinted customary, in the cheerful blue
room, Huff feeling very cosy and
al 6 ol from the world and annoying
relatives, and remembering his day's
occupation if in the rival insurance office
as it were a dream.
The door was opened hastily and a fig¬
united ure preseuted itself which dashed their
calm to atoms.
It was Esther, pale and trembling, her
ashen face emphasized by a biack veil
around it, and over her colored dress a
heavy, her, and black shawl. Thwaite hurried to
took her ungloved hand in
his.
“My sister, what has happened to
you?” “Let
me sit down, or I shall faint,"
whispered his Esther, dropping her head
against arm.
Thwaite led her to an easy chair, and
helped her down upon its soft'eushions.
Tiff was alert in opening the window,
and then running to Esther's side, find¬
ing her, looking however, a little less faint, her
eyes other the rapidly from one to the
ple bent as toward two her. sympathetic young peo¬
“Hear sister ” sobbed Tiff, “bag
something father," terrible happened?"
“My said the wh’te-faced
girl, in low tones, shutting her eyes.
“Father! lathqi'cried Thwaite
deeply hands agitated, and clutching his sis¬
ter’s in a firmer grasp, “What
news of him!”
* ‘Dead!”
The young couple sank on either side
of Esther, crushed and horrified. With¬
out opening her eyes, Esther spoke on:
“When 1 told how you received the
loving message, brother Will, in one
moment”
Thwaite’s sTopped distress spelking was oTened afl-onizins- hfr Es
ther eyes 7
a ud leaned forward eagerly
“Was it righttobesoharshandun
yielding to vour own father will <”
Her brother had withdrawn to the
other side of the room, his face buried
\ j n Eis arrn3 a rr a inst the wall
“Oh, have we no hone?” Tiff sobbed,
Miss “Why, ves, there is hope a^different in this case ”
Thwaite said in tears.' tone
Will turned, his face covered with
“You said it, brother, and you can undo
jt. Head to you!”
Esther had played a dangerous gam#, fell
but she was a determined girl and
equal to the emergency D Her strong
j presence and sound good cheer buoyed
up the two victims of her soheme and
enablea Thwaite to recover from the
i shock he had undergone..
i ghe drew a letter from her pocket
which had been written by Will's elder
brother in Chicago the° to his father upon
bearing of runaway match. He
praised praised Will Will up up to to the the skies, skies, and and declared declared
that auy girl he chose mast be a price
less jewel, whether she possessed any
or DOti an( j he begged his father to do
t b e handsome thing by them both.
“And so,” concluded Esther, “ftapa
wants to „ ive you a ma „ aificent 1
tion."
She had thrown aside her black dra
peiV and dusted the powder from her
checks with a flourish of her scented
handkerchief, and now ran to the par
lor and called “John!” in a business
Eke way In another instant a walking
hill of flowers emerged from the shadows
0 f the entry, and John, in dark greea
d oth and silver buttons, set two huge
baskets sent' of flowers upon the carpet,
“ p apa them to you, Bessie, with
his love,” said Esther, “And I shall
soon behere a«ain .tnsWered shall I not?"
“Oh, do!” Tiff, hiding het
face on Huff’s shoulder, with a twining &
0 f arm8
“Give our love to the governor,” roared
IIuIT. flushed, grinning, jubilant,
Esther laughed merrily, caught up
her black drapery, and ran down stairs,
folio wed by John with a contortion
about his lips.— Harper's ^ Weekly
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