Pittston Gazette

              \ Oldest NewsoaDer in the Wvomine Valley* PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 22, 1890. A Weekly Local and Family louraal. iuc* comcrc of her pretty n.outh? Whither had fled tho bright coloring, the radiance, the gladness that lived in that exquisite face? Was this heavy eyed, pallid, nerveless being, standing with hanging head before him, the peerless qneen ne bad so loyally and devotedly served— whose faintest wish was to him a royal mandate—to kiss whoso soft white hand was a joy unutterable? All this flashed through his mind in tho instant of her irresolute pause. Then tho great pity of a strong and manful heart, tho tenderness that lives ever in tho bravest, sent him forward to her side. All thought of self and suffering, of treachery and' concealment and deception, vanished at onco at tho sight of her bitter woe. His own bravo eyos filled up with tejup he would gladly have hidden, but thmshe saw and was comforted. He  limp, nerveless hand and led hep to& chair, saying only her  Noel." Llxxle. At 4 o'clock Wednesday morning Mrs. Lowndes was aroused by a tapping at her door, and recognized tho voice of Mrs. Noel calling her name. Hastily sho arose and went to her, finding her trembling and terrified. Gordon, she said, had been in such misery that he would not undress and try to sleep, but had been restlessly pacing the floor until after midnight. Then he had gone down to mako some memoranda, he said, at the desk in which he and Mr. Falconer had their papers, and, as she could not sleep, she soon followed; but he was not there. .Occasionally he had gone out late at night and walked about the parado after every one but the guard had gone to bed, and she thought he must have done so this time, and so waited, and waited, and peered out on the parade and could see nothing of him. At last she could bear it no longer. "make nimsolf usetui." it soon turned out that what was wanted was the imitation of Capt. Line's signature on one or two papers whose contents ho did not see, and the typo writing of some letters, one of which, without signature of any kind, and referring to some young lady, her secret meetings with Capt. Noel, and saying, "You are being betrayed," was sent to Capt. Lane at Fort Graham. Very soon after this "That was tho man to whom she was said to bo engaged before Gordon; and did 5*ou see her face?" HIS FIRST CASE, SUNSHINE ONCE MORE. A TYPEWRITER TALE ■ A BAFFLED SOLOMON. I wonder If all wimtiln air Like Lizzie is whe.i we go out To theatres an' concert! where A Tale of the Cilncgrass Country, a Bill Onco again they met—this timo at the entrance to tho dining room; and there Capt. Lane bowed gravely to "my Bister, Mrs. Lanier—Mr. Lanier," when he was presented. Tho lady seemed distant and chilling. The man held out his hand and said, 'Tm glad to know you, captain. I wish you could dino with But Lane had dined and was going and Other Tilings. A Case of Two Hearts That Finally Deal Everything Went Smoothly Till Ho Ha was a man of intellect and parts, indeed to was, my friend. His range of learning and of thought was seemingly without an end; And he could answer anything that you might ask, and never wink, Or pause awhile, like other men, to slowly his head and think. Is things the papers talk about Do other wlmmin fret an1 s'.ew There lives in onoof tho finest counties of Kentucky an aristocratic old gentleman, who, though brave at a time of physical trouble, has never succeeded in summoning sufficient courage to shove him into tho recklessness of paying a debt. Once the. colonel was in debt to a grocer that lived in a neighboring village. He must have been anew comer, for none ol the "old-timers" would trust the old gentleman. One morning, just after the colonel had sat down on tho gallery to smoke, the grocer came to the gate and shouted "Halloa I" Wo were waiting at a railroad depot in Louisiana, and there was a likely lot of colored people hanging about "to see do kivered cabs" como in, when a black woman suddenly jumped off the platform and laid herself down across the track. as One. Struck tlio Upper Case P. Like they wuz bein' crucified— Frettin' a show or concert through, With wonderiu' ef the baby cried t I am not much of (v virtuoso on the typewriter. Those who have in ado tho typewriter a Btudy, jmd havo appeared before all the crowned heads of Europe, and given public performances in all the great cities of this country and New York state, criticise mo rather sharply, and say my technique is bad, and that my fingering is not all that could be desired. However, in justice to myself I will state that tho instrument was out of tune when they listened to my performance.Mow Lizzie knows that gran'ma's there To gee that everything is right, Yet Lizzie thinks that gran'ma's care Ain't good enuff Vr baby, quite; Yet what am I to answer when She kind uv fidgets at my side. An' asks me every now and then: "I wonder et the baby cried f" Ho was a wise philosopher, a of science, too, was he; Ho knew the pedigree of all that live on earth, in air or sea; Capt. Lano came back. Taintor again fled until ho knew his old commandor had gon§ away, and then, venturing homo, was rearrested, as has been told. us." out. "Heah, you Lucinda, what you doinT called a colored man as he leaped down after her. Tho third day came and no Reginald. Expecting him every moment, Mabel declined to go with her friends on a shopping tour, and was seated in her room thinking when there came a tap at the door; a card for Mrs. Noel, and the gentleman begged to see her in tho parlor. Her color heightened as she read the name. Her heart beat fluttoringly as she descended the stairs. He was standing close by the door, but he took her hand and led her to the window at their right. He settled questions m ost abstruse by simply saying "Yes" or "No;" In foot, he was a genuine en cyclopaedia, you know. "Gwine ter git smashed to squash," she replied. Feems like she seen two little eyes A pinln' t'r their mother's smile - 8wmi like she heern the pleadin' cry Uv one she thinks uv all the while; An' so she's sorry that she come, An' though she alius tries tD hide The truth, she'd ruther tt »y at hum Than wonder et the baby cried. Lane knew the anonymous letter well enough, but now for tho first time saw its object. It was to make him accuse Mabel Vincent of deceit and faithlessness and so bring about a rupture of tho engagement, which at that time Noel saw no other means of removing as the ono obstacle that stood in the way of hit hopes. "What yer gwine to git smashed to equash fur?" Was fall of uranography, thoogony, geography, , Was loaded with chorography and reveled in ' cosmogony, Was up In demonology, theology, dendrology, Could sing, in fourteen languages the usual doxology."Get down and come right in, suh," the colonel called, getting up and cordially advancing to meet the visitor. Sometimes, when in melancholy mood, I seat me at the typewriter, allqw my long, delicately tapered fingers to wander o'er the keys, touching now and then a rich minor chord, or ever and anon breaking out into a tender little rhapsody that wafts one away to the realms of harmony, makes tfiem dream of far away isles of the sea, where wanton breezes woo the rich exotic flower of the tropics, or fan the heated brow of the aromatic negro, engaged in resting beneath the nodding palms. Then a wild longing and a great yearning fills the heart, the cold, hard realities of lifo fade away, and the soul wanders at sweet will in those realms where want and pain and trouble and duns are unknown. Anon I toss my head back, the ravishing strains of music seeming as if they would crush the body and liberate the soul, but just as I get to feeling pretty good I can't find a certain letter, and then the melody is jerked up onto its haunches almost and the effect is all lost. "Kase you dun doan' like me no mo'." "Hul Who said I dun didnt like yon no mo?" "I am delighted to see you this bright morning," said tho host when ho had shown tho grocer into tho house. "I seed it wid my own eyes." "What you see, Lucinda?" He was no man to sneeze at, as I guess, my friend, you will admit; But there was one thing, after all, he couldn't do a little bit. With all his wisdom so profound, experience and and power of mind, There was one simple little thing he hunted for and couldn't find. Lowndes had heard the Bobbing voice and one or two words. Ho was up and dressed in no time, and speedily found the officer of the day. "Do you think he could have made away with himself— suicide?" For several minutes she could not speak, but wept unrestrainedly, ho, poor fellow, walking the floor the while, longing to comfort her, yet powerless. What could ho say? What could he do? At List sho seemed to regain her self-control."You don't know me, I reckon," the grocer responded, giving tho old man a peculiar look out of his keen eyes ol trado. "Seed you dun laff at Miss Fox. Let de eangino hurry up an' run ober me and squash me all to muss I" Yea, wlmmin folks b all alike— By Lizzie you kin jedge the rest; There never wuz a little tyke But that his mother loved him best. And nex' to bein' what I be— ' The husband uv my gentle bride — I'd wisht I wuz that crcodlin' wee With Lizzie wonderin' ef I cried. —Chicago Netvs. But what were tho other papers? August came, and with it tho rumors of the appearance of the dreaded vomito at Vera Cruz; but in tho remote and peaceful nook where mother and daughte—two silent and sorrowing womenwere living in retirement no tidings camo. Vainly Mabel watched tho mails for letters—if only one—from him. She had written under cover to Mr. Withers, but even that evoked no reply. "You havo news—from mammal" she cried. "Tell me—instantly!" "Hul You is foolishness. I nebbei laffed at Miss Fox. Como away from dar." "Suicide! no!" answered Lieut.Tracy. "He's too big a coward even for that." "Mr. Woodrow thinks it best that you should come, Mrs. Noel; and she has sent for mo. Reginald went directly west last night.. Will you trust yourself to my care? and can you bo ready for the next train—in two hours?" "Oh, most assuredly. You are the grocer." It made him wroth, he tore his hair—or would had there been any there, And deep within his inmost soul a germ developed for a swear. My friend, if you are married you can sympathize with him, I guess. He couldn't find, to save his life, the pockets in a woman's dress. —William Edward Penny in New York World. . No sentry had scon or hoard anything of him. The whole post was searched at daybreak, and without success. A neighboring settlement, infested by miners, stock men, gamblers and fugitives from justice, was visited, but nothing was learned that would tend to dispel the mystery. One or two hard citixen—saloon proprietors—poked their tongues in their cheeks and intimated that "if properly approached" they could give valuable information; but no one believed them. That night, deserted and wall nigh distracted, Mabel Noel lay moaning in her little room, suffering heaven only knows what tortures; far from the yearning mother arms, far from homo and kindred, far even from the recreant husband for whose poor sake she had abandoned all to follow him, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness or in health—only to be left to the pity and care of strangers. "You bet. Did you get that bill—or, rather, them tweniy bills—I sent you?" "I presmno so, but I cannot say positively who sent them. I got so many favors of the kind that I hardly know whence they come." "I dun seed you." "Capt. Lane," she said, "it is useless for me to tell you how much I have learned since coming here, of which I was ignorant before. Every effort has been made to spare me; people have been so considerate and kind that the truth, as I am beginning to see, has been kept from me. Mr. Falconer, Capt. Noel's—our lawyer, has at last admitted that almost everything depends upon your evidence. Forgive mo, If you can, that I believed for a while that you inspired tho charges against him. I know now that you refused to press tho matter, and that—that I am not to blame any one. In his deep misfortune my duty is with my husband, and he—consented that I should see you. Capt. Lane," sho said, rising as she spoke, "do not try to spare my feelings now. I am prepared for anything—ready to share his downfall. If you are asked as to the contents of tie note you sent him before the fight, must you tell what they were? Do you recall them?" "No, you didnt. Gin you my right a'm if I dim laffed at nobody. What I dun liifi'ed fur?" "Kase you doan' keer fur mo no mo'.* "Hnl Ize dyin' fur you." "Fur shore, Moses?" "If I dun ain't den I want to be struck dead wid thunder." "Honest?" TWO SOLDIERS. Readyl She could go instantly. Was there no train sooner? She implored him to tell if her mother's illness was fatal Ho could only say that Mrs. Vincent had been quite suddenly seized; and yet they hoped sho would rally. Mabel wept unrestrainedly, upbraiding herself bitterly for her dilatory journey; but sho was ready, and had gained composure when One sunshiny afternoon they were startled by tho sudden arrival of Regy. Ho sought to avoid question and to draw his mother to one side, but Mabel was upon him. "I'm a man of business an' I want my monoy without any palarverin'. Do you understand?" SMILERS. Bj Oapt, OHABLES KING. "Perfectly, suh, and I cannot blame yon. Business cannot be operated without money." "If I was lyin* den let de thunder come." Ere marriage oft he used to pray The honey from her mouth to sip, But after he was wont to say: "I don't want any of your lip." Conscience is that within us that tells us when our neighbors are doing wrong. Preacher (to small boy)—"Tour mother is pot in, you say. Can you tell me where she' is?" "You havo news!" she said, her white face set, her hands firmly seizing liia arm. "What is it? Have they dismissed him?" tOBjprifhted by J. B. Llppincott Company, Philadelphia, and pubtlahed through special arrangement with the American Prea* Association.] "But aro you goin' to pay mc?" "I can't pay you now." "When can you?" "Den I won't let de eangine mo to rquash." "Dat's mo' reasonable. han'." it was time to start. Mrs. Lanier's fare- CHAPTER XVII. well was somewhat strained, but the captain seemed to notice nothing. Take my Once, not very long ago, I was practicing on one of Ella Wheeler Wilcox's sweet compositions. I was running through it in a careless manner, and this was the theme: "They can never dismiss—never harm him more, Mabel," was the solemn answer.• ••••• "Let's seo; this is tho 10th of the month, ain't it?" And they clasped hands and walked up and down the track, each black fgcq wearing a smile of joy, and each heart fall of a love which didn't care a continental cocked hat for the crowd looking on from tho platform.—Detroit Free Press. Unobtrusively, yet carefully, he watched over her on the homeward way. Tenderly he lifted her to the pavement of the familiar old depot, where Regy met them. Mamma was better, but very feeble. She wanted to see them both. "That's what it is." "Ah, ha! and to-morrow will be the Somo months afterward Mrs. Vincent received a packet of papers that belonged to the late Capt. Noel. Mabel had been sent to Florida for tho winter, and was spending her early widowhood with kind and loving friends. Tho consul at VeraCruz had written to Mr. W ithers full particulars of his cousin's deathone of the first victims of tho vomito— and had sent those papers with the formal certificates of tho Mexican officials. Mr. Woodrow, one of the executors of Mr. Vincent's estate, showed singular doeiro to examino these papers, but the widow thought they should be opened only by her daughter. It was not until then that, with much hesitancy, the gentleman explained that Mr. Vincent had given him to understand that he had intrusted somo papers to Capt. Noel which that officer had promised to send at once to his old friend Capt Lane. Mrs. Vincent could learn no more from him, but sho lost no time in searching the packet 11th." Pear lave, if you and I could sail away, With BDOwy pennons to the world unfurled, Across the water to some unknown bay. And find some island far from all the world; If we could dwell there evermore alone, While unrecorded yeans slipped by apace— I had gotten thus far, when I suddenly discovered that there was no upper case P in tho instrument I was using. I searched for it, but in vain. Groping wildly over the keys, I hunted here and there and everywhere, but it was not to bo found. I thought bi reporting it at the central police station, and of organizing a relief expedition, when suddenly 1 wandered off into a little extemporaneous composition of my own and added this to it: Small boy—"Yes'm, she's gone out pop. He's off on another tear." Sunday School Teacher—"Now, Jol tell me what took all the snap out of Sami Johnnie—"A. home made hair cut, ma'ai "That's tho size of it." "Well, yon come round between thf 11th and tho first of next month." "Will you pay mo then?" "No, I don't think I shall." "Then what's the nso of my comm*?" Three days tho gentle spirit lingered. Thrice did the loving woman send for Lane, and, holding his hand in hers, whisper blessing and prayerful charge ai to the future. Bogy wondered what it could all mean. Mabel, on her knees in her own little room, pleading for her devoted mother's life, knew well how to tho very hist that mother clung to him, but only vaguely did sho reason why. Tired of Walking. nV Jl pt in • But she was In an army home and among loving, loyal, simple hearts. The women, one and all, thronged to the little cottage, imploring that they might "help in some way." The men, when they were not damning the runaway, were full of suggestion as to the course to be pursued. Mabel would accept only one explanation of his disappearance; crazed by misfortunes, he had taken his own life; he had said he would. But the regiment could not believe it, and in forty-eight hours had traced him on ths saloon keeper's horse over to the Southern Pacific and thence down to El Paso. More than one man gave a sigh of relief that the whole thing could be so easily settled without the scandal of all that evidence being published to the world. The court met and adjourned pending the receipt of orders from the convening authority. The telegraph speedily directed the return to their stations of the several members. Lieut. Bowen went back to tho east, leaving Taintor in the guard house, and in a week Reginald Vincent came to take his sister home and to whisper that Gordon was safe in the City of Mexico—Mr. Withers was sending him money there; and so from her bed of illness, suffering and humiliation tho poor girl was almost carried to her train, and all Fort Gregg ccfuld have wept at sight of her wan and hopeless face. Railroad Superintendent (forbiddingly) —Well, sir, what do yon want? Tramp—Pardon my "ntrusion, but I s'pose you observed that 'cordin' to the Massachusetts supreme court a m»n ■wot is injured while ridin' on a pass cant collect damages. "I must, Mrs. Noel. I remember almost tho exact words," ho replied, gently, sorrowfully. Bobby—"How is it you don't get any more ?" Johnnie—"I gave more tb other fellow in the class to bay a pros teacher." "None that I can see." I« - , it for "Not much. What I want is my money, and I'm goin' to havo it or know tho reason why." "But that is all, is it not? You know nothing more about the delay in reaching you?" And her eyes, piteous ill entreaty, in shame, in suffering. sought. one instant his sad face, then kll tx iWo tho sorrow and sympathy in his. Little Freddy—"God made every! didn't he ?"Mr. Sickney—"Tea Freddy,ai made everything ,for some purpose." 1 Freddy (musingly)—"I wonder what he you for 1" "I don't mind giving you the reason. The reason appears to be that you'll not get tho money. Now look hero: I have always made it a point to look with favor on tho methods of life established by other men. You havo your rules, and I havo mine, but because our rules differ it is no reason for us to fall out. One of your rules is to collect every cont that is duo you. All right. One of my rules is not to pay a cent. All right." i he Superintendent (much interested)—I noticed that. At last tho solemn moment came, and tho hush of twilight, the placid, painless close of a pure and gracious life were broken only by tho sobbing of her kneeling children and of the little knot of friends who, djarly loving, wero with »er at the gate la to tho new and radiant $orld beyond. Tramp—Yes, sir. Well, there ort ter bo tho samo law here, an' ef you'll jist givo me an annual pass IH ride back an' forth until I git hurt, and then we'll make a test case of it—New York Weekly. For a moment there was no r.Ecwer, and at last she looked up, alarmed. A young gentleman wishes ttD know is proper to say on tearing a youc friend after a late call, "Good-nii "Good-evening." Never tell a lie, man; say "Good-morniDg." rhich "Mrs. Noel," ho said, "I coul i not help it I was eagerly awaiting their coming. I saw them approach the ford and the pass. I saw that there were only six Apaches to resist them, and the next thing I saw was the retreat." Do you think that they would miss us when we'd gone? "J or And, by tho way, what would we eat in such a place? y, A Natural Result. Visitor to Insane Asylum (to keeper)— And who is that gilifiering idiot over there? Of course, this had tho effect of marring, to a certain extent, tho beauty and finesse of tho recital, but when the typewriter proved so faithless and so traitorous as to allow mo to get half way through the selection before I discovered that the maker had left out several letters of the alphabet I had to finish the solo in some way.—Toledo Blade! re en, than Ono soft spring evening a few weeks later Mabel stood by the window in the old library, an open letter in her hand. Twice had she looked at tho clock upon tho mantel, and it was lato when Frederick Lane appeared. Mr. Woodrow had unexpectedly detained him, he explained, but now nothing remained but to say good-by to her. His leave was ud. Tho old troop was waiting for him. "Will you try to do as l asked yon and write to mo once in a while?" he said. "No. it's not all right; you bet your lifo ifc ain't. You've simply got to pony up." She (rapturously)—"Oh v joyable, more productive of ecatDD. a walk on a moonlight night ?" —"I don't know, unless it's a walk night when there i» v" rhat is i "Do you know ymi have not mid good-by, "Oh, Capt. Lane!" she cried, "must you testify as to this?" And her trembling hands were clasped in misery. "Is there no way—no way?" Keeper (sadly)—That poor fellow was ono of our most promising young lawyers till ho took a young lady to a ball game one afternoon and attempted to watch the game and explain it to her at the «ame time, —Lawrence American. Somehow, about 10 o'clock that night the judge advocate of the court dropped in at tho "bachelor quarters," where both Lano and Mason had been made welcome, and asked to see these gentlemen. He was conversing with them over tho affair at thp San Simon when Capt. Lowndes was ushered into tho room. Within twenty-four hours Mabel was summoned home by telegraph, and there for the first time learned that to her father's partner, for the uso of tho firm in their sore straits of nearly two years before, Capt. Lane had given tho sum of fifteen thousand dollars, and that among Capt Noel's papers was what purported to be a receipt in full for tho return of thosum from Mr. Vinccnt, which receipt was signed apparently by Frederick Lane and dated July 2, 188—. But this, said Mr. Woodrow, must bo a mistake; Mr. Vinccnt had assured him lato in July that he had not repaid it, but that Clark had hia instructions to repay it at onco, and all Clark's books, papers and receipts had been examined, and showed that no such payment had been made. "By tho way, let mo givo you a piece of advice with regard to that bill. Shall K" on a Mr. this ain't no time Tobacconist dot cigar it do moon." -A (buying a cigar)—"I hope •Dne o' these weeds that born oat in At all. I want a good long saoka." {impressively)—1"Mine friend t, /ill last till you vassick of it!"— it (in Chinese laundry)—"Why do fli-day, John, when you mean Fri- Chinaman—"I slay Fli-day 'cause I ; not like Melican man, who and come to pay me week after Downes—"No, papa, I can never ae. Scads. He is nearly twice my age." Downes—"Humph I but he won't ty years from now." Hdith Downes papa, let him wait the twenty , there ain't any favorites in this soliloquized Johnny; "oh, no I I ain't. If I bite my finger-nails, I over the knuckles. But the bib; his whole foot and they think it just * to hotel clerk: "I »e to give me another room "Even if there were." he answered, slowly and mournfully, "Mr. Mason's testimony and that of the men would be still more conclusive." "Yes." "Well, then, sue me." "Fll do it; you bet your lifo on that." Throwing herself upon the sofa, the poor girl gave way to a fit of uncontrollable weeping; and Lane stood helplessly, miserably by. Once he strove to speak, but she could not listen. He brought her a glass of water presently and begged her to drink it; there was still something he had to suggest. She took the goblet from his hand and looked up eagerly through her tears. He was thinking only of her—for her—now. The man who had robbed him of happiness, of love, of wife and home and hope, and who had done the utmost that he dared to rob him of honor and his soldier reputation—the man now wretchedly listening overhead to the murmur of voices below—he forgot entirely except as the man she loved. Tho grocer brought Suit The colonel promptly appeared. Tho case went to trial and the grocer got judgment for $7. "I want my money now," said the grocor. No Wonder He Bave4C Fogg—ChuckBley, what do you mean by all this cavorting and loud swearing? Chncksley—Do you see this long handled, queer shaped pen? "Yos. What of it?" "Nothing—only I've been using it for a year and a half like any other pen, and I've just found out that the dad blamed thing is a fountain pen and has been full of ink all the timo."—Chicago Tribune Clara (meditatively)—How can I be quite certain that Augustus loves me for my wealth alone? Ha! a sudden thought strikes met Augustus! Augustus (tenderly)—My own! Clara—Between two who love there should bo perfect frankness, should there not? One Way of Finding Out. Borrow you say day mean Fli-day ■lay Fli-daj next I" - g "Am I intruding?" asked the latter. "I merely wished to speak to Lane a mo ment." "I wilL It was mother's wish." But her head sank lower as sho spoke. "I know," ho replied. "For almost a year past sho had written regularly to me, and I shall miss it—more than I can say. And now — it is good-by. God bless you, Mabel!" "And I want mine," the colonel re plied. "By no means, Lowndes. Come right in. Well bo through in one minute. Then, as I understand you, Lane, you could distinctly see K troop as it forded the stream, and could see the Apaches who fired upon them?" "Yours! I don't ovvo you anything." "Oh, yes. You boo," the old man added. "tho courts many years ago granted me license as a lawyer, and HI bo hanged if yon haven't given mo my first case. Here is tho license." Sbo shrank from seeing or meeting any of her old associates, yet was eager to reach her mother's roof, fondly believing that there she would find letters from her husband. It hurt her inexpressibly that he should have fled without one word to her of his intentions; but she could forgive it because of the suffering and misery that bore him down and unsettled his mind. It stung her that Mr. Withers, not she, should be the first to learn of his place of refuge; but perhaps he thought she had gone east at once, and so had written there. She attributed his desertion to the strain to which he had been subjected; but she had been spared the sight of those last "specifications." Her first inquiry, after one long, blessed clasping in her mother's arms, after the burst of tears that could not bo restrained, was for letters from him; and she was amazed, incredulous, when told there were none. Mr. Withers was sent for at once; that eminent citizen would gladly have dodged the ordeal, but could not. He could only say that two telegrams and two drafts had reached him from Noel, and that he had honored the latter at sight and would see that he lacked for nothing. Augustus—My angel,a thousand times, yes! (Aside.) What the deuce does she want to know? Edit! cept Mr. Old Marl be twer —"Then years." And still she stood, inert, passive, hex eyes downcast, her bosom rapidly rising and falling under its mourning garb. Ho took her hand and held it lingeringly ono minute, then turned slowly away. At the portiere ho stopped for one last look. She was still standing there, drooping. The fair head seemed bowing lower and lower, the whito hands were clasping nervously. "Yes—distinctly. I was praying fCy their coming, as our ammunition was running low. The Indians seemed so encouraged by the ease with which they drove them back that the whole band swarmed out from cover and crowded on us at once. It was in the next fifteen minutes that my men were killed—and that poor woman." Clara Cslowly)—Then listen. My grew upon other heads and my teeth are the beat monoy could buy. My eyebrowi are false, my lipe are painted, my cheeki are rouged, and my dressmaker makes me as well as my dresses! Say, Angus tus, can you love me after these disclosures?Escaped from the Pillory. "It simply moans that the very roof under which we are sheltered is not ours, but that noblo fellow's," said Mrs. Vincent; and that night sho wrote, and pourod forth her heart to him, while Mabel locked herself in her room. ' 'Oh, yes. I advised you to sue m» and you did so. My fee is $10." "Why, I haven't given you a case." L lA "Oh, no family!'' guess then catch it can eaD canning "Mr. Billings," said tho judge (and he ilso owed tho grocer), "you will have to jay tho amount." Ho did so, closed his store, shot the judge's cow and ran away.—Arkansaw Traveler. '•Mrs. Noel, your friends—his friends —are most influential. Can they not be telegraphed to that his resignation will be tendered? Can they not stop the trial In that way7" No answer came. Then Mr. Woodrow mado inquiries of tho officer at tho rendezvous, ana ie;»meu mat vjapt. u&ne had gone to Europe with leave of absence for a year; and there her letter followed him. Sho demanded, as a right, to know tho truth. Sho had given the executors to understand that tho debt must bo paid, if they h;wl to soil tho old homestead to do it Sho would be glad to go and live in retirement anywhere."Do you know you have not said goodby, Mabel?" Augustus (faintly)—I—I can! "And there were only six Indians who opened fire on Noel?" Clara (sotto voce)—-Ye gods,how deeply in debt most this young man be!—London Judy. Sho is bending liko the lily now, turning away to hide tho rush of tears. Only faintly docs he catch the whispered words: Supposing a Case. Countryman, reckoi rou'U have 0 mister,' Clerk: "What's the matter with the roon you hare 7" Countryman: "The sign says 'Don't blow out the gas'; and I can't sleep with that light in my room." (Statesman to married daughter)—"l£y deai your husband will never amount to anything if you don't spur him on. Why don't yon purauade him to go into politics ?" Daughtf i —"But, pa, he has tried, and be can't stand it, the whiskey makes him sick." "Why will you persist in drinking tea and coffee ?" asked the doctor. "A milk diet it the healthiest It contains all the dements of the human blood." "Very true," replied Foggs, swallowing a third cup of coffee "but then, you know, I'm not blood-thirsty." Sunday School teacher—"Who was it that went down to Jericho and fell among thieves ?" Smart pupil—"You can't play it, teacher. You want me to say I don't know, and thee you're going to spiing McGinty on to me. You can't play no McGinty drives on me." Indignant Physician—"Man, what have you done? You sent my patient the wrong prescription, and it killed him." Druggist— "Yell, vhat vas der matter mit you f Last veek I send your odder patient der righd berscribtion, and dot killed him. How can somebody blease sooch a man ?" "Charlie stayed pretty late last night, didn't he, Lil ?" asked Sister Kate the next morning. "Yes," said Lil sleepily; "we were trying the pigs-in-clover puzzle till nearly eleven o'clook." "And did you get the pigs in the pen, Lil ?" asked Kate eagerly. "No, we didn't; but I got my finger in this solitaire diamond ring." "Well, I'll be durned," remarked an old farmer in Atlanta, as he stood and watched the electric cars move off. "What's the matter, old gentleman ?" queried a by-stander. "Why, I was Just thinkin' about them there Yankee fellers. Only a few years ago they came down here and freed the niggers. Now, dura 'em they've come down here to free the mules." "Only six, sir." The judge advocate was silent a moment. "There is, of course, a chance that our absentees may get hero to-morrow morning in time. 11 they do you will bo the first witness called; if they do not we adjourn to await their ar- "It seems to bo a perfectly clear case against you," said tho reporter. "Why not mako a clean breast of it and let me publish your confession?' "It is hopeless. It has been tried, and refused. If he is found guilty there is nothing left—nothing left," she moaned, "but to take him back to the east with me, and, with the little we have now, to buy some quiet home in the country, where our wretched past need not be known—where we can be forgotten— where my poor husband need not have to hang his head in shame. Oh, God! oh, God! what a ruined life!" Tantlllzatlon. "Oh! I cannot!" THE END. "I dont liko to walk homo alone with Mr. De Puyster," said Miss Flyite to Misa Qoeaipo, as the party was breaking up. "Why, are you afraid that he will try to kiss you?' asked Miss Goesipe, tartly. "No," said Miss Flyite, modestly casting down her eyes. "That's not it. The fact is, I'm afraid ho won't."—Somerville Journal. "Confession!" exclaimed tho indignant prisoner. "I have nothing to confess. I am an innocent man, sir! But if—if— s'posin' I did have a confession to make, what's tho best figffer your paper would pay mo fur it?"—Chicago Tribune. A Compromise. rival. It promises to be a long case. A telegram has just reached mo, saying that additional and grave charges are being sent by mail from division headquarters."Not only did she, but so did Mr. Woodrow, receive at last a letter from distant Athens. The widow sobbed and laughed and pressed her letter to her heart, while Woodrow read his with moistened eyes, a suspicious resort to his cambric handkerchief, and an impatient consignment of all such confounded quixotic, unbusiness liko cavalrymen to—to tho douce, by Jupiter; and then he went off to show it to his fellow-executors. Needy Musician—I am going to have a benefit. How many tickets will you take? They are a dollar each. Luckless Friend—I suppose I'll have to tako a couple. Rather pressed for funds, though. Mrs. Broadbent—Have you felt slippers, young man? Old Memories. Capt. Lowndes listened to this brief "Is there nothing I can do for you, Mrs. Noel? Listen; that court cannot begin the—the case to-morrow. Four members are still to come. It may be two days yet—perhaps three. Perhaps Mr. Withers and his friends do not appreciate the danger and have not brought pressure to bear on the president; but— forgive me for the pain this must give you—there are other, new charges coming from division headquarters, that 1 fear will harm him still more. I grieve to have to tell you this. Try and make Mr. Withers understand. Tiy and get the resignation through. If you will see Mr. Falconer and—and the captain now, I can get the telegraph operator." "No, thank you," she said as her partner offered her the sausage, "I do no! cat it for old memory's sake." Very Young Salesman—Not since I've been boardin' away from home, marm.— Puck. Time Tells. conversation with an expression of deep perplexity on his kindly face, and as soon as the judge advocate had gone and Mason had loft tho room he turned to Lane: Needy Musician—Well, if you'd rather lend mo a dollar I won't have a benefit and we'll call it square.—Drake's Magazine.Uncle Dick (to 5-year-old Alice, who tries in vain to cnpturo a sparrow in the park)—Put soieo s ::!t on its tail, Allie, and then you can cuU.n it easily. She would have insisted on going to join him in his exile, but he had sent no word or line; he had ignored her entirely. He might be ill, was the first thought; but Mr. Withers assured her he was physically perfectly well. "Everything is being done now to quietly end thQ trouble," said Mr. Withers. "We will see to it at Washington that his resignation is now accepted, for they will never get him before a court, and might as well mako up their minds to it. They cannot drop or dismiss him for a year, with all their red tape methods and their prate about the 'honor of tho service.' I've seen enough of the army in the last three months to convince me it's no place for a gentleman. No, my dear; you stay hero—or go up to the mountains. Well have him there to join you in a month." "Ah! somebody in a railroad accident?" asked tho sympathetic Bixby. Crushed Again, "No, but my darling little Fido died yesterday."—Philadelphia Press. "I—I hate to make you any extra troublo,nho aaid to the chief clerk at the postofflce yesterday. "Well?" Alice—I used to do that, Uncle Dick, but I can't now. "You know they are staying with us. That poor girl has come all this weary journey to be with him, and there wae absolutely no place where she could lay her head unless we opened our doors and A Good Gnesser. The long summer wore away. Autumn again found mothor and daughter and Regy at tho dear old homo, but light and laughter had not been known within tho massive walls sinco tho father's death. Tho tragedy in Mabel's life coming so quickly after that event seemed to havo left room for naught but mourning. "Sho has so aged, so changed," wrote Mrs. Vincent, on ono of tho few occasions when she wrote of her at all to him, and sho wrote every month. "1 could oven say that it has improved her. The old gayety and joyousness are gone, and with them tho wilfulness. Sho thinks more—lives more—for others now." Clara Sweet—Mr. Dumley, here's a conundrum for you. What is the point of similarity between yourself and a statue? Uncle Dick—And why not? Alice—Because I'm too old.—Harper's Young Folks. Bronson—I suppose I may as well chargo up that $25 you owe mo to profit and loss. An Honest Man. "Well, I wrote to my girl two days ago and have received no answer. I'm awfully careless and perhaps I neglected to stamp it." took him in too." Lane bowed assent: "I had heard, Lowndes. It was like you and that dear wife of yours." "Lane," spoko the older man, impetuously, after a moment of embarrassed silence, Ml want you to do something for my wife, and for mo. Como home with mo for a few minutes. You won't see him; but—it is that heartbroken girl. She begs that you will see her— to-night. Here is a little noto." Lane's sad face had grown deathly pale. He looked wondoringly in his companion's eyes a moment, then slowly took the note and left the room, leaving Lowndes to pace the floor in much disquiet.Mr. Dumley—I haven't the slightest idea. Taught to Bespcrt Gray Hairs. Brokeley—My dear sir, I am a man of honor. I will pay you that money, sir, i' I have to steal it.—Munscy's Weekly. "Yes. Very important letter?" "Very. In "act I popped tho question." 'Til look among the dead letters." * A search was made, but nothing waa found of tho letter. Wooden—You don't seem to smile at my joke. What's the matter? Didn't you understand it? Clara Sweet—Why, Mr. Dumley, I had no idea you were such a good guesser. —Philadelphia Press. Large and Sarcastic. Smart—Yes, I understood it; but 1 was brought up never to laugh at old age.—Boston Times. "What charges—what new accusations do you mean?" she asked, her eyes dilating with dread. "Are we not crushed enough already? Oh, forgive me, Capt Lane! 1 ought not- to speak bitterly, you—you have been so good, so gentle. You, the last man on earth from whom 1 should seek mercy," she broke forth impetuously; "you are yet the one to whom 1 first appeal. Oh, if after this night I never see you again, beliove that I suffer, that I realize the wrong I have done. I was never worthy the faintest atom of your regard; but there's one thing—one thing you must hear. I wrote you fully, frankly, imploringly, before— before you came—and saw. Indeed, indeed I had waited days for your reply, refusing to see him until after papa died, and then I was weak and ill. You never read the letter. You sent them all back unopened. 1 cannot look in your face. It may havo been hard for a while, but the time will soon come when you will thank God—thank God—I proved faithless."A Striking Resemblance. Jaysmith (to Miss Laker, of Chicago)— Miss Idvewayt is very sarcastic, isn't she? "It must have reached her," said the clerk as he returned. Mrs. Haysleet—No, I must admit that the twins do not look much alike. But they aro very much alike in one respect —they both enjoy quarreling and fighting with each other. Miss Laker (a rival belle)—Yes; her mouth is a regular sar-chasm.—Yeno- "Then I don't understand it." Look Out for Snow. "Pm sure I can't. Havo you road the list of marriago licenses for yesterday?" "Qeneral, what do you think of the weather?" asked a citizen. wine's News. "Well," replied the chief signal officer, cautiously, "I think the backbone of winter is broken."—New York Sun. Winter came again—tho second winter of Mabel's widowhood—and sho was urged to visit tho Nools at their distant home; but she seemed reluctant until her mother bade her go. Sho was still wearing her widow's woods, and her lovely face wa3 never sweeter in her girlhood days than now in that frame of crape. Of the brief months of her married life they never spoko, but the Noels lovod her because of her devotion to him when not a friend was left. In early March tho news from homo began to give her uneasiness; "mamma did not seem well," was tho explanation, and it was decided that they would go on as far as Washington with her, and Bpend a day or two there, when Reginald would meet and escbrt her home. Mrs. Smudgins—Yes, I havo noticed that—quito a striking resemblance.— Burlington Free Press. •4N—no!" gulped the young man. 'Til get a paper." But the authorities proved obdurate. Even the millionaire failed to move the war secretary. Unless Capt. Noel came back and stood trial he would be "dropped for desertion" ("and if he came back and stood trial would probably be kicked ont as a coward and liar," thought to himself tho official who sat a silent listener). This Noel would not do. Withers sent him to Vera Crua on a pseudo business visit, and Mabel, silent, sad faced, but weeping no more, went to a little resort in tho West Virginia mountains. Conscientious. In ten minutes ho was back, his eyes hanging out and his face like chalk, and in a hoarse whisper ho 6a;d: "That's the reason." "What?" Of Course. "For a life by your side, my darling, I would give up everything I possess— parents, position, Wealth—all." "But in that case what would there be left for me?"—Fliegendo Blaetter. She Had Him There. "Jones, I think you are the poorest speller I ever saw. You never spell a word twice alike." In five minutes the former reappeared in the doorway. "Come," he said, and himself led the way out into the starlit night. Not a word was spoken by either man as they slowly walked down the row. Arriving at his quarters Capt. Lowndes ushered his friend into the little army parlor, and Mrs. Lowndes came forward, extending both her hands. "It is good o you to come." she said. "I will let iicr know, at once." "Married to another fellow last night!" "Humph!" "Pshaw! I think a man must be an awful poor speller if ho can spell a word only one way."—Dansville Breeze. "Thanks for your trouble. When I Am dead you"  Willing to Accommodate. He broke away, overcome with emotion, but as ho was seen devouring a banana two hours later with great relish it is suspected that he still lives.— Detroit Free Prtsa. Old Lady (to newsboy)—You don't chew tobacco, do yon, little boy? Newsboy—No, ma'am, but I kin give yer a cigarette.—Smith & Gray's Monthly. .Squareness at the Track. Meantime another court had been convened, another deserter tried, convicted and sentenced, and before being taken to prison ho made full statement to Capt. Lane and two officers called in aa witnesses. This waa Taintor. He had known Capt. Noel ever sinco his entry into service. Taintor was an expert penman, a gambler, and at timosahard drinker. He had enlisted in the troop of which Noel was second lieutenant while they were in Tennessee, and had deserted, after forging the post quartermaster's name to two checks and getting the money. Cottager—I ordered two dozen eggs yesterday, Mr. Crackers, and paid for them, but you only sent twenty. On one occasion a lady called at a bank and presented a check which she wished cashed. As she was a perfect stranger to the paying teller, he said, very politely, "Madam you will hare to bring some one to introduce yoa before we can cash thiB check." Drawing herself up Two shaded lamps cast a soft, subdued light over the simply furnished little room. What a contrast to the sumptuous surroundings of the homo in which he had last met her I Lane stood by the little work table a moment striving to subdue the violent beating of his heart and the tremors that shook his frame. Not once had he seen her since that wretched night in the library—in that man Noel's arms. Not once had he permitted the thought of seeing her to find a lodgment. But all was different now; she was well nigh crushed, heart broken; Pha had been deceived and tricked; she WM here practically friendless. "I well know that at your hands I deserve no such mercy," she had written, "but a hopeless woman begs that you will come to her for a few moments—for a very few words." "You devote a great deal of your timo to pedestrianism." "Yes; it is my sole diversion. "—Washington Post A Great Feat. A Remembrance. "So Chollio has gone abroad?" "Yes." And so, one -bright morning in that most uncertain of months, Mabel Noel with her sister-in-law and that lady's husband stood at the elovator landing, waiting to bo taken down to tho hallway of their hotel. Presently the lighted cage came sliding from aloft. Mrs. Lanier entered, followed by tho others. Two gentlemen seated on one side romovod their hats, and tho next instant, beforo she could tako her seat, tho lady saw ono of them rise, bow and extend his hand to Mabel, saying, with no little embarrassment and much access of color, something to tho effect that. tM8.was a great surprise—a statement which her fair sister-in-law evidently could find no words to contradict, even had she doeAnjdtqdo so. Neither of tho two seemod to think of any others who wero present. Indeed, thero was lnirdly time to ask on wyawof qn« ftloaa before they to slop out and givo place to people deairing to ascend, and then tho gentlomau nearly tumbled over a chair in tho awkwardness of his adieu. Mrs, Noel's face was averted an th"j- Jo ft the hall, but all the more was Mrs. Lanier desirous of qnestiouiufli"Who was your friend, Mabel?" Mr. Crackers—Wa-al, you see, four of ein was bad; an' I Intewod you wouldn't keer for 'em.—Puck. "Who sent him that beautiful bunch of forget-me-nots?" "His tailor."—New York Sun. And then, leaving him to make his own way from the house, she rushed sobbing to her room. When next he saw her Reginald, her brother, with Lowndes and his tearful wife, was lifting her into the ambulance that was to take them to the railway, and the doctor rode away beside them But this was ten days after That Was Natural. A Sure Sign. "That must bo a Boston girl." "Why do you think so?" "Slio is all freckled." "You walk well." quite haughtily, she said freezingly, "But I do not wish to know you, sir." "I ought to. I learned to walk when I was a mere child."—Munsey's Weekly. A FaatidlouM Customer. Miss C. O. D. Fish—Only $75 for that brooch? I like the design, but I wouldn't wear anything so cheap. Old Mrs Smiley: "Next time I get took down sick, my dear, I wish ye wouldn't hare that there young sprig of a doctor come to attend me. 1 don't go much on young doctors, nohow." Mr. Smiley: "Well, Maria, who would you like to hare me call?" Mrs. S.- "I're kinder took a notion to the doctor around the corner. I dunno much about him; but I see he's got a sign out, 'Veterinary Surgeon,' and I think he must be a man of experience." "How does that make her a Boston girl?" Scfferan (the lineman}—'This ia onC An Odd Stick. Sharp Jeweler—Madame, here is one exactly like it that I can sell you for $376. True to Lane's prediction, the court met and adjourned on the following day. Col Stannard and Maj. Turner telegraphed that they were delayed en route to the railway, and nothing was heard from the other missing members. Two days more fonnd the court in readiness, but the trial did not bogin. There ar- Hv'»V "'«the wrnreas from the east, the night before all seemed rc:viv fyr nje opening §cs$ion. I.w lae cavalry recruiting service, with two guards who escorted the ex-clerlf Tain tor. "Well, you seo she lias her specks on.r —Boston Courier. The regiment went to the plains; he was never apprehended, and long years afterwards he drifted from a position in the quartermaster's depot at Jeffersonville to a re-enlistment and a billet as clerk in the recruiting rendezvous at the Queen City. Knowing that Noel would recognize him he deserted there, as has told. tae monev no could secure by forged checks for small amounts, which he trusted would not osteite suspicion. Put he liad fallen in love with a young woman and aho was dependent on him. He came back to the neighborhood after he thought the hue and cry were over, was shadowed and arrested by the polioe. and hul givon himself up for lost when Capt. Npcl was brought to his cell to identify rum. He oould hardly believe his senses when the captain said it was all a mistake. Then he wtos released and went to work again across the river, and one night Noel came—told him ho knew him perfectly anil would keep lug secret provided no Blackley (the tout)—Five hundred dollars if you lose. See? Miss G. O. D. Fish—That is just what I want. Send the bill to papa's bank, please, and he will pay it.—Jewelers' Weekly. Spindle (the jockey)—No, Rufus; I value uiy reputation too highly to sell my employer for any such paltry sum. Throw in that vfhite pig skin saddle of yours and I'll consider the proposition. —Judge. no Was a Genius. "You nro forever talking back to me," said Mrs. Bitterton. "My dear," replied her husband gently, "if you realized tlio loveliness of your shoulders you would forgive my talking back to you."—Washington Post. So Considerate. Husband (newly married)—Don't you think, love, if I were to smoke it would spoil the curtains? stairs. She entered slowly andtheijjtopnea short f i,ue uireshold. Heav* ens! how he had aged and changed! How dfccp were the lines ftliout the kind tfayeyesl how sad and vqpi was tha ftern, soldjerly facej flC r tilled yilh tcrira p!) the very instant, and she •Jteued there irresolute, uot knowing what to do, how to address him. It was Lane that came to the rescue. For a moment he stood there appalled as his ye* 'ell upon the woman whom he had (tD utterly—to faithfully loved. Where Inm *11 the playful light that so thrilled Jpd bewitched mm «c it fiipkored about And now he heard her footfall on the r . of the ehort ones. Bill. We'll have it down in » jiffy, 5/A ciipp& LY NETS KEAP AND STRONG. ♦.her style* 5-A Nets, prices to suit tli m.AykksASI-'NS, PHiLAn«T i»ifTD Sol*H all dealers. An Important QiiuUflcntiou. A Correction. Wife—Ah, jou are really the most unselfish and thoughtful husband to be found anywhere; certainly it would. Bunker—I'm going to give up studying bo hard and learn how to dance. Hill—What brings you to that deter* mination? "Givo mo two frcsli boiled eggs," said tho pu«»t r.t. tho summer hotel. Bill—Well, Til be hookendf" Husband—Well, then, take tho curtains down.—Once a Week. Telegrams for Cupt. Noel had been coming in quick F.ioc.-aDi.Du, but he himself had not biCen t. ,.u. It was Lowndes who took the replies to the office. The first meeting of the court was to have occurred on Monday. Tuesday evening the judge advocate sent to the accused officer a copy of the additional tions to the charge of conduct unbecoming an officer and a gentleman, and notified him that the witnesses had just arrived by train- "I lDeg your pardon," said the young man who will be through college in two years, "but don't you mean two fresh eggs boiled?"- Washington Post, Bnnker—I've just been invited to join a literary society.—Epoch, They Could Never Find It. Husband—Say! you'd better take my pocketbook. Safe. "I should say that armless girl in the museum would be safe from marriage proposals." ••Why so?" The Bacholor'a Compensation. Topley—What a pleasure to hear a baby cry I Wife—You surprise me! I don't understand it! ' And Mabel had to turn or be ungracious. Her face was glowing as she answered, simply, Hayslitt—Why, I should like to know? Topley—Because it reminds you of what you have escaped.—Burlington Free Press, Husband—I noticed a sign Just nowfco "Look out for Pickpockets," and thought It would be aafbr in your pocket than ill mine.— Qtta^n. c "Capt. Lane." An nour later Mrs. Lanier said to her "Because nobody can ask for her band."—Boston Courier. Hoffman Howes—What a Jolly cane! How the fellahs will Btaret—Puck. husband: