Pittston Gazette

              1 t:sr iHUMH iu o i vol,. CUI. * o. 20 ( Oldest Newsoaoer in trie Wyoming Valiey PITTSTOX. U'XKKNK CO.. PA., I'lilDAY, K'KBKUAKY 18 D2. tA WeeKlv local and l:amilv lournal i 1.*DV PKH A«»D !H I In "1 don t know why I slioul Jane," returned Michael loft certainly has no el is always the case, in life, all his olil acqi like millstones, consider aatniiu u ui tance. *'l!i than you sir tind her a s i Aaron to 1'ncle Wake •. then [Dnt her hand up tiny, an«i sni; mm tor some mil into.s lDv the gate before she realized that this little jrrrfv church with the quaint low belfry was tile Savoy Chapel Koyal. In that old churchyard. and on the ground now occupied by all the neighlwring buildings, tin The Biographer of Columbus tells us that the story about Isabella having jtawned her jewels to fit ont Col up 1 bus hi his trip will not Clo at all. She and" Ferdie just simply cast an anchor to windward, hoping to get a controlling interest in the Standard Oil company before anybody else did so. "She lint this ill I ricd t vioi*ut:ng iu i..ie souim 01 11 k* [»reaotH?r s tones—his strong sympathy, liis perfect knowledge of all the needs of humanity, liad satisucd tier yearning at lasi. fine was no longer unsubmissive to the will of God; lie had spoken to her by this human voice, and NYE OX COLUMBUS. ' rr* •—C%i D ;v* m-T* :Dn in eds head and went qtiickly away, as not much more said bv the r—diu when a man sih tunces hung lie is rhen she is not n lietje i 3. 1 t Olive I her THE TRUTH IS THAT OLD MAN CHRIS ii round his neeli asked irec who remained in the room. Only imnel asked Kenlake whether he could II themAnything about Miss liatters- WAS OUT FOR THE DUST, Ho wed to enjoy the own toil alone." not fruits of his i really don't know v famous \ P6 •'Dear touched 1 Ii«jhael!" her hand softly s. "Ought one to enjoy the by 'ni is a woman s word Savoy palace had stood once: but Olive was in no mood just then to recall historical associations. It was enough for her to feel that she had suddenly lighted on a nook that was completely out of the world, and "not one man in five hundred Who iostlo along- the noisy Strand ever dreams of its exist- ttlinUo i all perplexo.l meanings liill Nye Doean't Want to Kick a Man orb";? ' D7 iff ST Duty TL*lt$)UJMCF Michael tried to smih only produced a stran contortion of Xoth Fig," Aaron replied, "except piust be a good deal older than The sunshine was st ill resting tranquilly oa the grass when she came out. and she ascended the stone steps with a jrrateful glance at the ivied bank that sloped up to the churchyard. She was going back again into the old world; but it was not quite the same old world that it had been in the early morning. It is a world that changes a good many times in the course of one's lifetimechanges li':e a hill-side with the liffhts and shadows always flitting over it. The girl walked slowly along the path under the trees; she was in no haste to leave a spot where she had found rest unto her soul. Into cue period peace. When He Is Still Talked of in Chicago And so the story gradually comes down to the spinal column of lust for gold, not only on the part of his royal backersHiut even Columbus and his crew were Csit for the dust and that alone. What a commonplace tale after our schoolboy wonder and admiration. Wherever Columbus landed he asked if gold existed there. If not. he assessed tin*; natives so much cotton per head. When there was gold, it was a hawk's bill of this metal per man and a calabash of gold per chief. The rotundity of tlie earth did not worry liim so much as his own rotnndite. fruits of s toil aloni the lips. ;hat s'iC" uim! Other Place*— 15 nf i It riH Wa« a iSftRftHDoUDNEY "You are a most extraordinary girl "Hut if pc tliey can't lDo uio ilc arc not svm ictic Mar All flit* Same. Olive," iie said, in the indulgent tone she knew so well. "You never lose a chance of sajing something sentimental —something taken from one of your favorite books! llut never mind, I will not let anything mar our pleasure today. You are free to talk to your uncle, and tell him all our good news." porsi ICopyrijfbt, by Edgar W. Nye.] don't like to say so. He flushed angHl "I have r.r wisely Vou think her horrid, and It is now too years since a solitary horseman might have been seen riding between his own home ami the reigning works of King Ferdinand, wrapped in thought. Four hundred years have sped away and a mighty nation, proud and arrogant, ha • arisen to do honor to that heroism and the courageous blunder which added a new world to civilization. IT 1 he s rD! v yht any tiling' so enee The restful influence of the place drew her within the open pate and along the tree-shadowed path to the chapel door. She went timidly down the flight of stone steps that led to the entrance, hearing' the sweet thunder of the organ, anil wondering whether she might gain admission: hut when the threshold was crossed her last doubt died away. No disconsolate widow with a white cap and a short temper conducted the worshipers to their [continued ] witnin ner tnat capacity for self-sacrifice which makes it easy for her to comprehend the one great sacrifice. Like her Master, she longs to go about among the people, and do them good." "But will he never feel as I do?" she asked, mournfully. preposterou that Mis', il; 1 onlv meant siblc, and no was c i ami "CBF.AT FEEIJNCiS BATH SHE OT HER OWN." CHAPTER IX. brightened in an instant uig. i.-en to romantic drear Uncle Wake was alone in the house when Olive -came in: his wife had gone to see their married daughter, and had left him, surrounded with books, at the open window of the sitting-room upstairs. He had not thought that Olive would return till evening. "Dear I'nol? Wake iiid. "he is The speech wr.s spol pained OHvt! deejay. : ,c that always s glad to hear of anyone's rove to tall prosperity "Well, lie lias had little enough of hia own to be tfkul of," remarked Michael, with a contemptuous laugh. "What will he say when he has to part with you. Olive? Anyone eon see that you Lit of this house; but I can't illuminator to other people And I wish you would retched flower business. on as if nothing had was not able to prrti that she did not feel. id a .-1 I nit sh rfnlness Finally Colninbus got to lying agaiu. He gave offices to his relatives, not only to his wife's family, but at last he got reckless and began to hand out offices to his numerous children. It was then time to call a halt, as the local Genoa IDapers so truly said, and when he offered to open up a slave trade lDetween Spain and the Bahamas people lost faith in him. "Not altogether, perhaps. Olive, you must learn to love him without giving up the best part of yourself for his Riike. You must not pluek out your own white wings because he cannot soar. If you do this, you will neither content him nor yourself. You will al"-jjys be haunted by the sense of loss, and he will know that you are not satisfied."Some one saw her walking alone down that path with a curious feeling of satisfaction. There was no lighthaired young man waiting for her at the gate with a supercilious smile. Quite alone she. went up the sharp slope of the narrow street, passed through the little crowd at the print-shop corner, and took her solitary way towards Charing Cross. This was his way also, so that he was fully justified in respectfnlly following her. I said if word uV.ott I he did not tell her t! come to a new bora 1 not t she must soon lie talked in a "\ J\f \ | - When he opened the door and saw her standing outside alone, he knew that the time he was looking for was nigh at band. It was a time, that  dreaded, for there was no torture on earth that Samuel Wake would not have endured to save a woman from pain. But who does not know those dark places where we must leave our beloved ones to walk alone? It is their feet, not ours, that must tread the thorny path; we can but wait till the trial is ended, before wc come with our balms of healing. And the old man, wise with the knowledge of one who has studied humanity, was waiting  tiently for the hour when his help would be needed. •ents—a pleasant-faced young verger in a black gown found places for all who wanted them. ' And this was no easy task, for the little chapel, even at this unfashionable time of vear, was full to arc the 1 lend inmuch lo vague \vny of cl of old Mr. I tat! and said that I'dv trouble and bivdnt suddenly got rip t;D tfo, and cold kiss at purlins'. "When shall 1 sec by s un: rd ISattc •s nt tiit ■tain life, iby hated then he uiD*e up WW# "Don't ask nir to give it up just yet," sbe said, in a sweet voice of entreaty. "Please don't. 1 will promise to be verv good and obeJi.-nt by and bv." little woiuaiK" ve her a overflowing1. It is pretty well settled that Columbus drew the prize for first seeing land, when as a matter of fact one of his men was first to see it. and thaft lDe put the money into a watch with a peach stone charm on the chain. She turned her eyes upon him with a gaze of intense anxiety. rain, J. iieh- S1IK PUT T1TK I.KTTER BACK When Olive ventured to raise her eyes, she received a vivid impression of rich yet delicate colors; the red rose of Lancaster burned in the emblazoned panes of the chancel window; all tho lights that found their way into the place were tinted with rainbow dyes. But this chanel was not in the least like any of the great churches that she had seen in London—it was, in fact, "a single rectangular chamber," full of plowing' shadows and warm living sunlights: no mighty arches rose overhead and were • lost in mist, no massive pillars stood out solemnly from the gloom. Here was a cheerful sanctuary, magnificent without pomp, reverent, but not mysterious—a House Beautiful where every tired pilgrim might find "some softening gleam of love and "How ean two walk together unless their spirits are one?" she said, with a ael?" she asked vmi the rascal she is going to marry. I have lit':inl that Mr. Edward is several years you tiger than his sister." * I don't know h I could ii answered; *■ .1 a but She stopped short at the door of a a shabby book shop and pulled the bell. This movement brought her face to face with her follower, but she did not see him. On her face was a new look that told of peace; but the first flush and radiance of early youth were pone. She had lived a whole lifetime since the day when he had seen her sittin1 under the larches. Was she less beautiful? He did not think so, although the delicate features were a little sharpened and the soft cheeks hadC paled. Olive's beauty did not depend on the bloom of girlhood. sigh, "I suppose I must be contented with that promise." he answered, affably. day for, cousin "Bodily union ancl spiritual disunion —one sees it every day," Samuel Wake answered. "If you marry a man whose thoughts are not your thoughts, nor his ways your ways, you must prepare to tread a difficult path, my child. Your own heart must help you in the matter; love, and the instincts of a true wife, can make a woman wise and strong." but I a in Dflad you keep well out of Edward is alw am so worried id hurried that, there is iting me, and I When Aaron was go.ie Mrs. Wake cried quietly for a few seconds, and then went to listen at Olive's door. No sound was heard and she returned to her husband in sore distress. Hut he soothed her. and said that they must wait patiently until the girl came of her own accord and sought their comfort. Aiv! she did come, sooner than they had thought to see Iter, and sat down in her old place by I'ncle Wake's side. Columbus had been, dead 530 years before he learned that his discovery was not a part of Asia. We can imagine him now. as he rode along the Jersey coast, inquiring for the Ah Khoond of Swatt, to whom he had a letter from Ferdinand. I can see him now at the Potter building or the L Mills building asking for the khan of Tartary. or tryicg to find his telephone number 011 a pink pamphlet at the ferry. sight at that (lower shop. J don't Cvant uiy wife's face to be known lo the pub- searcely time to will write if i do i: However, I t com /J8l ' j(£(%D 1 slIL. When lie htid ffono. Olive to her little room and sat down by the bed in nttcr bewilderment. The person that .she loved, her promised husband, of whom she li:ul tl JCrht went awav m D "So you have come back to cheer the old uncle in his solitude," he said, as she entered. "My wife has gone to spend the evening1 with poor Jessie." & "And I love him, I do love him:-' she said. "Perhaps he is ill and suffering1 at this moment, and 1 am not near him!" liuur jfter hrir what pome of IiimV It the old Michael who hail j but some one with a different manner not THF. NOW.K.MAN" AT NVF.'S HOUSE. She tried to speak, but her lips trembled, and the words would not come. ft I] I-nek' she said, softly, '"if you tsee a letter nddressvd to me in Michael's handwriting. will yon promise to open Reading carefully the biography ol Columbus we find that 110 one in his agd or generation could have been letter fitted for the mighty job of opening up and booming a western world than Christopher Columbus, for he is said to have been one, of the brightest young liars of his time. Columbus took prevarication in its infancy, it is said, and put it on its feet and made an industry of it. had a talent of deceit." savs his biographer, "and sometimes Insisted of it, or at least counted it a merit." Yet we might as well give to Columbus the glory of this great discovery, whether he did it accidentally or from a merc enary point of view Rarely. We will let that go. If she had been near him she would have beheld him making a fresh toilet in high good humor. Edward Battersby had met him, and had invited him to dine at a fashionable restaurant that evening'. jlgp w and a cold bo that success v 11 n i 1 come Seaward Avlstone had gone abroad for his summer holiday with that face imprinted on his memory. He was a painter and was always looking about for prcttj- faces; but this face possessed some strange spiritual grace of its own which escaped him when he tried to put it on canvas. Yet he was a successful man and could write A. Ii. A. after his name. People said he never failed in anything that he seriously undertook; but then people never will understand vliat the lives of all true artists are full of unsuspected failures. The beauty of the unexpressed will always haunt our real painters and poets to their dying day. Beside every finished work, fresh from the brain, stands the ideal of the worker with its gentle, mocking smile. "You are tired, my child," he added, with a tendjwness that set her tears flowing1. "Go and lie down on the old sofa in the parlor upstairs; it is a good resting1 place, as I have reason to know. No need to talk to the old uncle! He understands silence, and it comforts him to look at you, cren if he does not hear yonr voice." Already soothed, although she could not hide her tears, Olive went straight to her own little room, and laid aside the pretty bonnet that she had trimmed with such natural pleasure. What had «he to do with "the outward adorning" any more? A sore heart has little thought for the body that contains it. Poor Olive tossed the bonnet on the bed, and glanced with disgust at the bunch of scarlet poppies and wheatears that she had arranged with skillful fingers. Michael had not given them one look, and they had been'worn for his eyes alone. 1C in-rod it? I want yon to read it In-fore I do, an 1 stand by me when I read it. I feeD t.yi weak to suffer anv mC re alone." for, and was this all thct it liad !DvC The window was left open, but I prayer. London air that cum hot The young girl, worn with perpetual heartache, seemed at last to breathe an atmosphere of repose. The old familiar words of the Liturgy, uttered in a calm voice, fell upon her soul like-drops of dew, and the music of the hymns, full of solemn appeal and sublime content, lifted her out of the iron cage of her sorrow. The time is ripe for celebration. Let us celebrate. When Columbus came here Patrick Henry had not even been surmised: Henry Clay had not been thought of. her burning iwn:lC in did not cool Oh, t D be at breezs Not many days afterwards a lettei did come, and Samuel tore it open wfth a muttered word of disgust. It was not a Ion'/ letter, nor did Michael appear to think that Olive wouid suffer much "Men are made of tougher materials than you fancy," Uncle Wake replied, with a reassuring smile. "He looked well enough when I saw him. Take my word for it, that headache was an excise for ill-temper. Don't be fussy about him, my dear. He will find his wav back to you when the fit is over." Kostmocn r.ow, n■ :d blowing (resli frnu tlie old 1 f.-cl tl L'ncU' Wake did r » li! :«■ t The application of electricity had not been dreamed of, and the pink tea was yet unborn. Oh, what strides have been made even in one century, and in 400 years the change has been most marvelous. The use of ensilage at the time of the discovery of America was yet in its infancy. Lots of people did not know what it was. It is so even now. inq; pair and s with his wife. of affairs, uuC lie sftit lit:id meditate* through his faithlessness, fie told her that he bad felt that there was a want of union lDetween them, and added that he could not live happily with a woman who did not fully appreciate the efforts lie had made, and the success that he had v\on. And then he finished with the usual wishes for her future happiness, and that was all. \ii state of tl t d When she looked up to the clergyman who stood in the pulpit, and heard that calm voice speaking the text, she did not know that he had been ministering here for more than a quarter of a century. She did not know that the words spoken in this little chapel had gone out into the world and were treasured up in the minds of thoughtful men and women; she only knew that the preacher seemed to her "unknown and yet well known;"' already she had fallen under the magnetic spell of his strong personal influence; the voice, so distinct and intensely penetrating in its quietness, found its way through all t'je clouds and shadows that had gathered around her inner life. And this is the gentleman whose name we give to the world's great exposition 400 years after he found us while looking for some one else! i hate to seen pessimistic or speak lightly of a great man. 1 l)elieve that i should speak of Columbus with resjiect. as 1 won hi have wished him to refer to me if our places had been reversed; but oh. how sad it is to know that the land of Washington— George Washington, the mau who would not lie even alxmt his circulation—that such a land. 1 say, should have been discovered by a liar who represented the pauper labor of Europe!! This, 1 say. pains and grieves me. what was In- to be ♦ eftu'd Then he brought one of the books that were piled upon the table, and began to read a poem aloud. The verses were well chosen, and his voice was pleasant to her ears. So the afternoon glided into evening, and when Mrs. Wake came home, more pensive and shadowy than ever after her visit to Jessie, Olive was able to meet her with cheerfulness. It was hard to see Michael's vacant place at the supper table; but Uncle Wake encouraged her with smiles, and talked quite openly of the absent lover. SIIE 8CAUCELV .NOTICED HIM to him that draw back: Imt if it v 1 iehu''l v S'H t*'# D. Siimuel lie yet. Do you know, child, 1 intend that you shall create a sensation? Yon will be a noted beauty one of these dn vs. if vou take care of yourself and was net a man t him f Hotter that tl rarr 1 wither CDn its eta! 1 timvil Olive ivad the letter, standing by I'nele Wake's side, held fast by his hind arm. She put it back into his hand and said that she did not wish to |S*k . | - "Sf f /  linp band should 1h for her it Thinking constantly of that one face in England, Seaward Avlstone sometimes lighted on other faces which reminded him of it. Ouce it was a peasant girl with her skirts gathered up, and a load of vine leaves lightly balanced on her head, who looked at him innocently with Olive's brown eyes, lie. stopped her for a moment, her cheeks crimsoned, she answered him in a few childish words; and lol the likeness had fled! Wherever he tested a resemblance it vanished; and this set him longing foolishly for another glimpse of the woman whose counterpart was nowhere to be found. A richer bloom rose to the soft cheek, bnt the lips quivered as if with pain. "1 should hate notoriety," she said, proudly. do as I tell vou Michael nci r\ tortnrmt eropt O'.VIV i Dv begun to fi liave writtC liad parted 1 was almost intC want to tool; li!:C ir tliiit ! 10 wrs ill, and woi: :i a line of ii f tliov "And now I must face my the girl to I lerself. pee it again life," said s col It was no smr.ll consolation to feel that she need not wear a mask before Uncle Wake. He had seen that she was crying, and she knew that he would not question her. She went softly down to the large parlor, arDd made her way to the old chintz-covered sofa that was pushed into a shady corner out of the light, and then, worn out with her sorro.w, she closed her eyes and lay still. "Nonsense! you won't hate anything in your new life," he replied, kissing her. "It will be a life of charming dresses and jewels; what can a wotaua bo C I5nt this feeing a life that was so utterly changed was no easy task. If you who read these pages have ever tried to go on living after the uprooting of a great hope, you will know how hare* and irani' s nsii.il. Clr 1 ;is prettily vrf uilior"If he does not come in on Monday or Tuesday, I shall go and look hrm up." he said. "Ah, Mrs. Wake, how unreasonable you used to be if I ever dared to have a headache! It is only women who are allowed to be invalids. A lover ought to have an iron constitution." as ever licr iu; of c\ The biographer of Columbns also produces good evidence to show that C !hris waa not by a long, long distant the pioneer in the theory of the earth's sphericity. It was an idea taught by the Pythagoreans in the Sixth, century iDt'fore Christ, which was, as the* ready mathematician will see at once, al»ont 2.000 years before Christopher Columbus got his lunch put up for his great journey west. Two hundred years lDefore Christ, Crates is said to have constructed a glolDe map over t-»n feet in diameter and offered it as a premium with his paper, so that even in the time of our Saviour the sphericity of the earth was not a new thing. Religious matters of course engrossed the attention at that time so much that geography was yet in its infancy, but it was common talk in Jerusalem, especially on the west side, that the earth was round like a ball and composed of land and water. desire more?' tmis with nnHi iriff li 'Ob, I shall want much more than .she* answered, looking frankly sweetness ami coura're went s the hearts of the \\D.ke was so stirred that out of her inch astonished her I unwonted tact !:t to it was, "Ye shall leave me alone; and jet I am not alone, because the Father is with me."—St. John xvi. SJ. that up at him with clear eves. she w lio!y 1 1 nnit Val« But he only laughed, and went his wav. CHAJTKR XI. norNn oyi« restlessness, his hist." The loneliness of Jesus Christ in His life, in H is sufferings and in IIis death, r.lD,i;.d lDy di sJ i W'bdota. laying Day after day went by, and Olive fought with all her might against that indifference to all outward things which is the bane of a sick soul. Day after day a voice within was always repeating the dirge-like words: "You do not care for anything, and you never will care anv more." "You always had," his wife remarked, "but Michael is not made of iron, and he looks as if he had nerves. Perhaps he is a little irritable sometimes. I know he has a short manner, but what Ls manner when a man is hardworking and steady?1 When I looked at our poor Jessie to-day, I could not help thinking of Olive's good fortune." More days went and came1, and he did not come, but frequent notes made amends for his absence. Olive went about her daily business with the lightest of hearts and the brightest of faces. Uncle Wake rejoiced with her in her joy, and Aunt Wake talked of nothing but weddings and bridal array. Sometimes when Olive looked back to the ... . , ., _ _ , i„„ lt ;♦ although she could not read aline. Sud- Sunday afternoon in Kew Gardens, it , , . ~ .'i . .... ,v i e. „ i- ♦ . ♦ tn denlv the house bell rang loudly, as it seemed verv dun ana far distant, She J, , %, , , . . • « ..1 i kn*. 1*1 4i had been pulled bv an impatient could hardly recognize herself in the , , . .. , , • , i , \ . ...r , , , * hand: and tiie sound drove all the color girl who had sat under the larches and * w ... , ». ? it • , i i .M out of Olive b face. Mrs. \»ake was off had been so passionately miserable that . , the sofa with a bound. * a i i ii i i wxi *4I will go and see who it Ah, she would ask Michael to take , . . . , 4 t1 , . , ill and was gone in an instant her to the gardens again when he had i «, , . .... _ . , . ~ .., . , » Samuel and Olive sat in silence: they time enough to spare. She must have ,, t , AX ir , . , , -l -j 4t could hear each other breathe. H_Davy been in a foolish mood when they were , . . , , , . .. , 4 i • i ,i i steps were coming quickly upstairs, there last, or his headache, perhaps, \ , .T X\- \ • i• t J„ / . , ,i f «• * i. « .. and drowning Mrs. \\ alee: s light tread, had made him fractious. I lis letters » . „ n $D . " .. ,. . , , . i . . A man s figure appeared in the doorwcre so affectionate and kind that her ,/? . / * . . . . .. , ,, - . ,. way, and the girl started up, trembling, doubts were all beginning to disappear. ; . . . . . , ' .. . , , , , , v ii and went towards lnm; but it was not He had been hardened, absorbed; every xC. , , r,, \ , . , , , , . i • i- i Michael Chase. It was Aaron who stood nerve had been strained in his long . - . , ,. , , -i wi * , , , 4i ♦ 4i i before her, looking so pale and wild that struggle, hut now that the end was , - P ■ . , . i i . v- she gave a cry of fear. gained there would be peace. \cs, , , , * , . , , , • , ,, , , , .. J 44You have brought bad news, sue and leisure for thoughts of others and . . , 4t, * . . , ,0 . . , , , panted out. Is Michael ill or dead? good deeds and gentle words. . . . , ' . . CB e n%. , , • , i-i4i What has happened to him.1 1 he one cloud in her bright sky was 44ri . .*/ M1 , . 4 4 wi i i * i j He is neither ill nor dead. Aaron Aaron. She had written to him once or , i . 4, , i i . answered. twice but there was no reply, and he A , f , , . . , i " . And then she sank back into her seat « of coming t~ 1 On the very first Sunday after his return he caught sight of her in the Chapel Royal, and followed her home after service. It was an omen, he thought, that he was destined to see more of her yet. Large men, like Samuel Wake, often tread lightly, and his niece did not hear his approach till he came to her side, speaking in the deep, kindly voice that always conveyed ideas of help and strength. Sunday aft and the throe w r lor hpstuirs, with doors und v wide open, tryinfj to prot 'nd tliat tbe.y DC!U came round agai.i. nrj iu their pari ldi iws were not exwctiti;,' ITilve 1 "Come, Olive," lie said, "I am as good a tea-malter as you can find anywhere. Drink this and cat some of my toast. Young' people always forget food when they go out and take their pleasure." got a large volume propped up on tintable before her, and turned its pages lie liaCl arrived at his old-fashioned house in Cecil street on Satnrda.v night, and had found everything in due order there. The ivy that was trained all over the balcony was kept so freshly gTcen that it was a marvel to London eyes; the shrnbs in the huge majolica jars flourishing bravely. In the studio I'nele W ake proposed a holiday in the country; his wife had some relations living in a Surrey village, and Olive was sent to stay with them for a few days. They were kind, the air was sweet, and woods and fields were beautiful as of old. but comfort did not come to the sorely-tried heart. The voice of peace did not speak to her here; she could hear only the echoes of the past, and think only of "the touch of the banished band." It did not gladden her now to stand looking over the stiles down the long meadows; there was no hope in the sunbeams, no promise in the whisper of the grass. Michael, the traitor, did not dwell in her mind; he was banished by the memory of Michael the yonng lover. She thought of him, in spite of all reason, as the hero she bad first believed him to be. and mourned fov the ideal lhat she had loved so long. For years, cver3'body had been talking to Olive about her good fortune. Who was she, that such a clever young man should have 6et his heart upon her? The girl had always been humble and grateful, and she was humble ■ nd grateful still; only a subtle change was stealing over the humility and gratitude. She did not think less of Michael, nor was «he less lowly in mind, but she had begun to use certain faculties which had been undeveloped in her village home. Cooking has advanced with giant strides. Pie. both plain and engraved, has been introduced. The brevetted pie with monogram has taken the place of the early tart, which was not durable, and which yielded readily to the action of the stomach. STL'nVIN'a GOVERNMENT. i To please him the weary brown head lifted itself from its resting-place; Olive ate and drank, and was surprised to find herself really better for the tea. He went back to his books, and she sank again on the sofa cushions, but presently her voice called him to her side once more. ilie said. Toscanelli had mnch to do with firing up Columbus to make the voyage of discovery. We hear very little of Toscanelli, and .vet he taught Columbus that the earth was round like a ball and flattened at the jKiles. Toscanelli had figured out by means of logarithms and a piece of chalk that the circumference of the earth was 18.000 miles. This slight error of 7,000 miles, considering what disadvantages he had to deal with and also that one astronomer as late as the Sixteenth century made an error of 8,000,000 miles in figuring out the distance of the earth from the sun, not even discovering the mistake till years afterward, when he accidentally paced oft' the distance out of curiosity—I say an error of 7,000 miles, at a time when there were so few barns upon which to make geometrical calculations, is not surprising. Statesmanship as a means of obtaining a livelihixxl has come to stay. The study of government is beginning to interest the scholarly, while those who are not scholarly continue to scoop in the votes and do the growing. Whether Columbus discovered this country on purpose or not. the writer of these lines is much obliged to him. Whether he did it for revenue only or for the advancement of civilization, liis courage is worthy our respect and esyDin. and it is my own earnest wish ; 'uat his little episode in honor of his four hundredth anniversary may score a success, as the dramatic critics sometimes say. "Uncle, do you mind sittirtg nearer to me? I am so very, very lonely." The poor voice quavered sadly. Samuel Wake rose from his scat and drew a chair close to the couch. She had learned lately that there are certain aspirations which cannot be stifled, even at love's command, without self-degradation. Truly he who findeth his life in this world only, shall lose it; the worship of things that perish in the using destroys all spiritual life in the worshiper. Olive had found out this truth. AT THE CHA.PEI, DOOR. "What is it. my child?" he asked, laying his hand on her hair. "A lover's quarrel ?"' Is a pattern and a prophecy of the solitude which is toucliingly characteristic of all true life. Eugene Bet-sier, the eloquent preacher in Paris, rightly says that there are two kinds of solitude, an outward and an inward, a visible and an invisible. When we are not seen, nor heard, nor touched by anyone, we say that we are alone. Hut it is not always a complete isolation. The fisherman does not feel alone on the ocean, though he sees only the silent stars in the firmament and hears onlv the "Yes," she whispered, have ever had." "The first we "Well, well, we all know that lovers never part after a first quarrel," he said, in a quiet matter-of-fact tone that calmed her nerves. "What was it all about, little one, if an old man mar ask?" When she lay down to rest that night fihe fell into a peaceful sleep, and dreamed of the old downs and fields of her childhood. Michael was roaming with her through those calm meadows, rich with the purple and gold of summer. He was once more the younger and simpler Michael of the past; they were happy in the old-fashioned way of rustic lovers. Then Jane and Aaroa joined them, and they followed the course of the rivulet through the grass, and laughed for very gladness of heart. It was a relief to go back to the life in London and take up her work just ,where she had laid it. down. At home she was very cjuict, grateful for all the kindness that strove to deaden the constant heartache; but those who watched her could see plainly that her soul refused comfort, and knew that the healing hour had notyt come. P! in. Jane was beginnin ir, but Olive still wrote to her in ■erfnl strain, her not to up all hope. Surely something eoulil be lione for Aaron by and by; with a long. sobbing high, and covered her face with her hands. Samuel Wake went up to his niece, and drew her head gently down upon his broad shoulder. "F '{ out. Fen) see her desp a cD g to "It arose out of a very simple speech of mine which seemed to annoy Michael," answered Olive, her cheeks give jet... , ike, e io+ ,np the trembling pirl closely. "Olivi will be well cared for, no matter what sau i], I and if to the still refused to come 1 of his old friend Olive re- ia-1 sound of the moaning wind and the rolling wares. lie is thinking of his 'wife and children, who are on shore await- Let us now pass on rapidly to speak of King Ferdinand and Isabella, viewed in the light of more careful research by the biographer of Columbus. Ls it not too bail to learn, after years of faith and trust in Isabella, that she was really one of our coarsest and jayest of queens? the matter into her ou r Octobcr was gliding away; bnt it was a gentle, sunny October, and autumn faded slowly. And at last there came a Sunday morning, so balmy and soft "so MISS VII.I.ERS HAS BF.KN HERE?*' An Embryo Promoter. hands. In some way or Other Aaron ing his safe return. For them he is working'; their love fills his heart; he there were flowers arranged artistically in dti ancient china bowl. "So Miss Villiers has been here?" he said to his housekeeper. Two little bootblacks stood looking wistfully in the show window of a Clark street cigar store one afternoon. They wanted to smoke, and their eyes were bent upon a box of "cabbage leaf" cheroots which were labeled "two cents each." should be helped out of th? slouch of despond 8h that it seemed to have wandered back from the bygone summer, Olive went out alone that morning, sad as ever but with a vague desire for the sight of something green to rest the eyes; and she walked on, scarcely caring whither. never feels alone She awoke suddenly in the light of a London day. with that dream-laughter ringing in her ears. And then all the bitterness of yesterday cn me back like a flood, and she remembered that she and Michael had drifted apart. thought so bu*v with lifr own The watching soldier on his lonely picket does not feel quite solitary, fur he knows that the honor .of his country's flag is. in his care. The workwoman in her garret, handling her diligent needle during the long hours of a winter's evening, does not feel lonely, for she knows that before daybreak she will have earned for herself and her children the next day's bread. The lighthouse keeper in the middle of the wean does not feel alone, for he knows that by his vigilance the light will lDe kept brilliant which will warn off thousands of ships from danger and minister to the security of myriads of lives. Those who love and are loved are never alone. These are all visible solitudes. There are also inward solitudes. A crowd is not'company. There are many Whose contact makes no sympathetic chord to vibrate in our hearts. Their hands may press ours, but that indifferent clasp touches nothing within our spirits. There are voices and faces which do not charm us even though they vouchsafe us conventional words and smiles of courtesy. Faces may only be as a gallery of pictures, and voices only the hum of many sounds. There , is an important sense which makes this inward solitude to be specially felt in the crowded life of a great city. When William Wordsworth came to London he was astounded that people lived close to each other ami scarcely knew the names of their neighbors. Charles Dickens said that loneliness was as possible in the streets of a great city us in the desert of Arabia. The Latins have a proverb, "Magna civitas, magna solitudo" (a great city, a great solitude). Hence, even we who live in a busy hive of workers and sufferers are not denied the power to find and foster n solitude. 1 do not know a more pathetic reflection than this, that we all live, even as we must surely all die, in a very real and requisite solitude. The experience of ages has never falsified the word spokcu nearly three thorsnnd ye:Drs ngo: "The !D'"art knoweth its own bitterness, and a stranger doth not int rinet'dle with its jov" ( Proverbs xiv., 1 I). A peat saint once said that there is a seuhe in which we must serve two m;isterji, for we all live two lives, an outward and an in ward, an open and a secret, a social and a soli+a y. a bum in and a divine, a temporal and an etern.vJ. TTappv ard blest are those who so live In these two worlds as to make the most of both. "Yes. sir," the old woman answered, "and she left word that she would come and drink tea with you on Sunday afternoon."ward Aylstone came several tiiiiCDs to the florist's shop she scarcely noticed him. As in a dream she heard hi:,calm voice, ordering sprays of . horv and id lior t'.iat. i Si-a- Oh, what can l»e sadder than to catch a crowned head in a mean act? What can be more depressing than to know that your favorite monarch is a chump or a jay? Oh, it is terrible! I never had but one such experience myself. "Say, Chimmie," said the taller arab, "I tink I'd enjoy a bloody good smoke just now." But downstairs there was the everyday I'fe awaiting lier, full of its whole- Rome work and cheerfulness. And there vijias a note from Michael, addressed to herself, and written late on Sunday night. The steeple of St. Mary le Strand rose up into the blue haze of the beautiful day, and the great thoroughfare was bright with tranquil sunshine. All at once it occurred to Olive that she would go to the Thames embankment and look at the river; it would bo pleasanter there than in these busy ways. And, with this thought in her weary head, she turned suddenly into a street on her right hand—a narrow, stony little street which she had never entered "That means that Adeline wants to have a confidential chat with me," he thought. "What shall we do with granny if she insists on coming too?" roses, a flowers not km in a dream still she wove the 1 loaves together. She did hat his glance always turned "I'm' wid yer," replied Chimmie,'. smacking his lips in anticipation of a cigar. to the corner where slip sat with her pretty curly brown head bent over her work. She did not know that he lingered long at the counter in the vain hope of Beeing her lift her eyes or of hearing1 her speak. Another girl less absolutely true of heart would have obfrequent comings and goings irnwn her own conclusions. Adeline Villiers and Seaward Aylstone were lirst cousins. While Seaward's mother hail lived. Adeline had been under her care, and the two had traveled together, sometimes accompanied by Seaward. But after Mrs. death Adeline had gone to live \v ith her grandmother, Mrs. Villiers. in Curzon street. Mayfair. an arrangement which the young lady had at first disliked very much. IJranny was whimsical, and Adeline was, selfwilled, nnd their tempers clashed pretty frequently Time, however, accustomed them to each other, and taught them mutual f irbearance. Moreover, Adeline was rich, and would Ik? richer still one day; and granny had a due respect for the possessor of wealth Our house used to be quite a rendezvous for people of title when I was a shild. Wealthy nobles used to come to our house and bring their dinners with them. We were very popular with that set. When they came I slept with my parents. So did the other boys. 1 held these titled people in great esteem, and gave them my pie. But one day a duke who was at our place shooting grouse, prairie chickens and cows, sat at table and combed his red, red whiskers with his fork. That settled it with him. I could not respect him after that. He ulso put his teeth on the table while HDeakiiig of his ancestors. I lia'te that. A man who cannot speak freely of his ancestors without removing his teeth at table is no friend of mine. "But yer see. de on'v trouble wid me is dat I'm plumb broke." "Is dat so? Well, I've got two cents." "Give it ter me, den." "What fur?" "Dearest Olive" (it ran), "Do not wonder at my absence for a few days. I hope to brings you good news when I come. My head is better. 4HB3B •» "Why. ter buy oneo'dem airsheroote, _© in course."' DID NOT HF.AJt HIS APPROACH. "Yours as ever, M. C.M served his and have But Olive "But 1 wan ter smoke too." " 'X so do 1." flushing and paling as she recalled the afternoon's experience. "We were sittin1 under the trees.,"in Kew Gardens, and I asked him if we could possibly be Jjappjef-than we were then?" took offense because you were too easily contented, and one word followed another?" said Cede Wake. cr--;l tiered for a moment. ondihen repeated .ill that she could remember of tin*  Afterwards a siience felt upon them both, and the ro'.i of wheels in the onAFTER X a p"l«'ut spell \.UCJ before "HOW TOE OLD. OI.D Ties ARE IXKfSE.VKD. At last, when the days were sultry and still and London was emptying fust, Michael came to see her again. He came, as he had been wont to do, on a Sunday afternoon and found Olive in the parlor upstairs. At the sight of him the Wakes, husband and wife, discreetly vanished. And they said to each other in confidence that they had never seen him look so worn and SAD sewn, Slip was still so much of a rustic that most of the nooks and byways of the Strand were unknown to her; anil it was with a sense of surprise that she found herself at the open gates of a sunshiny churchyard. Within, there were pray tombstones shaded by plane- "How kin the both of us do it?" Olive lived cheerfully on that brief note all through the week. Michael had forgiven her, and the world was bright again. may come. Don't be afraid, man: slio has a brave heart, and it will be best to know the worst at once." "I'll tell yer wat to do. You must give me de two cents an we'll organize a stock company. Yer see. you is de capitalist. M m dp promoter, so yer give de coin ter me; den I buys de and yer becomes a stockholder. See?" He caine to see her on Sunday afternoon, but the visit was short. Edward Iiattersby had claimed him for the evening. All his dreams were about to be realized '"The worst is that M ichael has proved himself to be a scoundrel; a black scoundrel,"'said Aaron, fiercely. "I brought the tidinprs myself, because I knew that Olive woul.l sooner hear them from me than from a stranger. Michael Chase has offered himself to Diis.s 11 alters by, and she has accepted him." "Yas," responded Chimmie doubtfully-. "But how does that ben'fit me any? Yer lias do cigar, doesn't yer?" tret the Clurk gray tower of the ancient ehuivh was tonelied \Vith the quiet light of the autumn morning; yellow leaves fi 11 here and there; a grounil-ash droorvd its long branches over the soft turf. What a rpfitmpr place was this for tired eyes, weary of watching the ceaseless come and go of London crowds! Olive stood spellbound at the gate until her sight grew dim with tears. success v ?'rs Vi'ti'Th h:ifl been left ;i widow Isabella, it lias been said, pawned her jewels that Columbus might go to the west and find-a new world. The historian says she did not do that. So in the woman's department of the erreat exposition lsalDella should not be permitted to hold the place which by rights Queen Victoria should hold. Victoria is very different from Isabella. She is upright as a monarch, and has never onco stepped aside from the path of duty in order to gratify her own selfish wishes. She has put in her little old eight hours per day reigning just the same as she would if God had told her to stand behind a counter and rap on the showcase and call "cash" for the same num- grasp, and Olive listened t'fhis explanations with wonder, and dcliglit There strange. Olive, too, was struck with this "strangeness" and met him with an anxiety that shaded her joy. early in 1 if •. with* two soil1- arid one -r 1 !Ct daughter had displeased her iDy ur: rrying Mr. Aylstoiie. tlic father CDf Seaward. and had never been quite forgiven Iter eldest son liad satisfied her pride lDy espousing the daughter of au earl, and the boy twirn of this marriajrc had alwavs been her favorite grandchild. She lilted ClaMd Villiers as much as she disliked Seaward Avlstono. "Yas." "An yer smokes it, don't yer?" Strand sounded but faintly in their ears. It was Olive who broke the pause. was no doubt a"j to the working of his new plan; it had already been tested with- the most satisfactory results, and was to have a longer and fuller trial. Meanwhile Edward Battet-sby was overwhelming him with tokens of good will. Everyone in the works was awar D of his exaltation; he was to rD•- Olive's head did not stir from its resting place, nor did she speak one word. It was Samuel who asked sternly if Aaron could prove that he had spoken truth? "Yas. but don't yer see I'm de organizer, so in course 1 smokes de cigar." "What'll 1 do?" "If I could only believe that this was merely a 'difference of opinion, and not a difference of spirit. I should be easier," she said. "But Michael seems to think that my ideal life is an absurd ,dream. He cannot realize- any kind of jhappiness that is not founded on selfinterest alone. lie cannot comprehend any joy outside himself. Oh, how horrible it seems to say these things about the man whom I love with all my heart! Help mi. Uncle .Wake, speak kind words and comfort me!" Dear, you have worked too hard," she said. Yet as she looked at him again she saw that he had gained something by the loss of his fresli color; the pallor gave a new refinement to his face. His, clothes, too, seemed to be worn in a new and easier fashion. He moved less stiffly and spoke more quietly. "Why, you're de stockholder: yer can spit!"—St. Louis Star Sayings. "If there had been the least doubt," Aaron answered. "I should not be here now. It was Mr. Edward Battersby himself who told me of the engagement. Michael has pot me turned away from the works, and yesterday I was loafing about, trying to find something to do, when Mr. Edward met me. lie stopped and said a few civil words, and prom- A New Jubilee. She was not thinking of herself only as she stood ther \ She thought of the many homeless wanderers who had paused on this very spot, hardly able to bear the throng of images that started up around that peaceful sanctuary. Gray walls and fresh grass and trees, t.hej- make the background of memory's holiest pictures. The phantoms of old happy days went trooping along those quiet paths and vanished within the gloom of the low-browed door; fathers and mothers who had gone to rest long ago in God's acre; little children who. hail grown up to be careworn men and women; boys and girls who had loved each other once with the fresii, unworldly love of youth~the.se were the shadows that slowly tlirou »h the grotj uid cuurohjard every iLi.y. "I saj*. it is about time out friend Albrecht got married: he has been engaged long enough." ceive more substantial rewards later on, but even now he was recognized as a person of the highest importance. The second son liaCl married a wealthy woman, and Adeline was tlie only child horn of that union. Of all Mrs VillierR' grandchildren, only Seaward Ay 1st one and Claud anil Adeline Villiers were left. The parents of these young people were dead, and granny had always claimed the ripht of interfering with tlicir personal concerns. atul giving them a preat deal of excellent advice. t;f the three. Claud had proved Hmselfthe most dD-cilo; but even (laud hail deej ly offended his (Tmniluj'Dther in a time pone by. and had vcrj nearly ruii.v-d ii..» prospects in liie. "I believe I should have broken down entirely," he said, "if it had not been for the sea breezes. The Battersbys are at South sea, and I have been running down to see them." "That's what I say. In fact, he is not far off celebrating his silver betrothal." —Fliegende Clatter. "What does Aaron say to all this?" asked Olive, when Michael paused to take breath. "I wish he would come and see me." ised to do what lie could for mo. And then he said that there would be a wedding soon, and that I must come to the dinner that he should provide for the workmen. 1 asked if it was his wedding that, was coming otf. And he said: 'No, Fenlake, it will be my sister's wedding, and she will, marry Miehnel Chase. You know what a clever fellow he has proved himself to be, and we all think a preat deal of him.' " ber of years A Liberal Oder. The Judge—I fine you fifteen dollars for fast driving. This was an appeal which Samuel had not existed to hear for manv a day. He hnd not known that Olive had r»pDCJ1y gaining powers of penetrat;on. He had not thought that the bt»Dks he had jriven her would have done their work so song And ho\7 could he dare soothe her with fals.3 comfort, or Kive her the broken reed of a tie to lean npon? Howconid he throw dust in the eves that saw Michael as be really was. and yet prayed to be blinded? Michael frowned impatiently "Then you are quite intimate with them now, Michael? Arc they nice people? Is Mrs. Battersby a good, motherly woman? Are. there any daughters? Oh. I am so (rlad they are going to be kiad to i;X" cried poor Olive iii her simplicity. T So the historian says that Queen Isabella. hopjng for new realms to govern and for several new sealskin sacques on the return of Columbus, bade him godspeed an I in l ie hi'n rign n cast iron contract to 'urn over all his discoveries t;) her and FC*rdini id. T'ae-i, believing th.it t!n»gr».Vfr 'vel -would strike A i.i. they give him a letter of introduction to tii ■ khan o" Turtary instead of a l.»tt r to Siiling Bull, as they shoul.l have done, aad he set o it. "W1 .j do you think of Aaron?" lie said; ' ho was always a gloomy fool who could not help himself, and lately he has been insufferable." The Prisoner—Fa«t driving! that nag! I.say, jedge. will you take the hoss nnd ten dollars in payment for the fine?— Yankee Bln^e. "lie is unhauov. Michael." Iler fare was troubled. "You sec, he lias/lci g been wanting to make a hr.ma fDr Jane, at d when th -y Interred his wa/T "8 he lost h nrt. Hut now tUfit yrDnr sii i- Hmd»C to All. Aa uuetsy look HiUod across Michael's Watts—Evivy man has his own secret sorrow. I r;-i -4. fact "My dear girl, you should not fly into raptures on small occasions," he remarked, coldly, "how is one to ans «tr huoii .. string of querftious? i ji st of ail, there is no Mia. baticrsb.v. And, as Mr. LDauersby is a feeble oid man whu.se mmd is iaiiintf, I cannot gel very intimate with aim." There was d"ad silence for a moment. Then olive lifted her colorless face a;id looked monrntull/ at kenlake. [Jut he luiU .ted of ' is folly before it was too late. And in obedience to vrauuy's couiuanu lie Uau dul.il idly fo conc'n Adeline. Potr« Yes. iudeed. Even the happiest npiieariTt m»ri h*s a skeleton in his midst.—Indianapolis Journal. cesf is assur ed, dear, you v. ill be kind to Mir**" The borrows of o:ie human heurt tiro tli" sorrows of all' the longings of one hnm;;n soul afti its lost paradise ure the longing of all, and it is through these common sorrows and common longings that tue lost sh«ep are brought back to twe fo.Uuiid tiiv* wuuderLig spirits iuv druw n tofc.y home loti Dd. "Kind to Mm!" Michael repeated angrily. "f e'l *1 be 'serr'.ily g". d sec the Ir.rt of h' and honr tl-e l."5 his d tuincie-ing talk ab' iit old t:iaeD. ilc was to commodore of Long Ldiiud souuJ if ho s;ic «ed ;■ 1, siiid governor general of Constables Hook. He Wiio, by contract, ed to retiin oue-toath of all gold, silver, pearls, pmnodj stoae ; aal pelts fo.nid on the v-Dyage after the costs had been deducted. "Olive," he s-«id. tenderly, "1 an •frnid it is the fate of nC arlv all .tvij J to "I know it is all true." she said, in a clear, sad vove; "he spoke Df Mis lD; ttersby. Sometimes I have f t that tl is was cr minj Von were right abr rct him \an n *ie hr15 es 1 b*w tv S- M • M ♦ rrC* will let him go 1 is f.i iss Vdiieia had auciptcd him, and the piir had bC»en engaged two years. A MC« Remark. ;t f Calino wwt heard to Kay on a certain occasion. "If i knew of a country in the world where people never Ciie, 1 would rD and end my days there."—boleil "du bimanohe. women to lie somewhat Ctisn pp* .inted ia the men they love. A man's- daily struggle witb tlie world is a'mo t sura to harden hiv* Every true woman hci [m U« COtTlTK | "Hut he was our em\y f-'enrl," s1 e j saiu sadly, "and Lucre LD  be "Oh," saiil Olive in a disappointed tone; '"and there is no daughter/' ad." "Wttll. j-eo, there is u lUugl^ter. Ideas tDC D jry that «Jlive could not tell what hymn was ftuog alter tfcc bciuiyo. _6hc Dvas still 1uu/a ilai—in Win mvjy «uv Jbugii al onC* Ora h'nf I Ci OnnHumotioo vra*,'