Pittston Gazette

              ' ?.» :r i f* W OIHT . C PITTSTOX, LT'ZERNK CO., PA., Fill DAY. SEPTEMBER 30. I8U2. A Weekly Local anil Famiiy Journal. 1 !$ 1 .no l«ER A N Vt' M ( IX ADVANCE. ; Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. A FJ R could never funk! I'll hear of you yet. •ap .iy iaw.r ~ -»-* »DC2 .vis. turned ivt D un nttey-way. and halted before a lov/ rn h. where a sentry u i iic* uu^ertcj seemed le&len-) prase. And below sister moved noiseler.sly paatry. packing, as comp hands might, ati r.mple luiu hoon into hot! t D kC-r i: her ie to tl P» * iit of su lirriit t "Not til yon know nil." the r.itin i T» I I J \'yL"0 n t |v 1?VP sntt was brought to r.-rovW tuc value of — ; »D1 !,.C I Li O i'.il' Ij L I J. » broken leg ou tweonut Ctf a defective j sidewalk, and that Dr. Clack-Smith art- and oca upstairs to repair damages. Passing' her cousin in the hall, she whispered:Here. Sam!" lie called to the negro advancing with the wine cooler, "bring another glass!—Peyton, old fellow, I'll take just one drink to your coming shoulder straps!" q stlirr a!;out p .. I Tims very (liferent c;l cn her fu"e encC -t'.ic red answered, firmly. "Ordinal* would not deter me, of course unTvror I ■ vorrpaaked,walked Irzil f uel Ih me to a low I 'CD more, the mitted. that he had Troth overfhoes "Ready at two, sharp!" c:ir e rpy. passing1 hiru unquestioned, counted t'.KD steps to a din-lit hi'11. vv": jre an orderly dozed r.t a desk. par''" he as!reel, cbrr.pt- R tiswer, tapped Oft a lirrii li :s t. went i tilt irravoiv^ li in 'bnt even tlac thing is ready L time your capture would be ooro serious than ever before. Yon are under —m, Rut sdlfil H'r, this HE HAS IT OPERATIID ON WITH IN- befeiy that, but that night 'hjit his having taken seven.or eight of what- the The ladies' dressing-room showed no occupant to the girl's glance through Its door; and, passing up the dark stairway beyond, to the third story, she tapped softly at a closed door, entering without pausing for reply. the Cat tin ct.so. minors v.-or.i idle rem DIFFERENT SUCCESS, The clock on the mantel chimed eleven as the two men drained their glasses. The Virginian's black eyes shot one anxious glance at the dial; then, as they rested on the frank, ruddy face of his companion, something crept fr.to them that was not all pity, nor yet wholly contempt. For Meredith smacked his lips, cryinjf with' a laugh: "She will probably f-et wet. pnor child!" the matroa said, removing a layer of thin sandwiches to in slices of fruit cake. "The tin i.* the safest; but, dear mo, how lit Lie it holds!" i or rivc me. dea r, I 1) 3US tl It. E Maj r Car: j e. rrrot; K drove i graved ei:r;pieioa." Ttirtn Alter I.OHJ Xe-.it* of Waitliip;. with Loiidoh barrister call* frefreshers," BY T. C. DI LEON. (1CXDI /clod adjutant general out of r rD lic re ton heat!; bat ie/io do you nnppow aii-ht?" sui.l I ffncTi?' "Vi-s, ! fenoyst. Hut, ch, I have been to careful!—sei-n no or.e. Konci could dream I was here." I"t»«r Eyesij;Ii(, He Tries an Imminent though drtrermrof c nurse in this upnii A bowed female form before the fire he rnt :i ftHjfhl, li'iyir!) odcer ptaoecil np from dinpatchcs littering his ile.iU Thcrp Oculist, AI so Alter l-oiDs Waiting, aixl try, tht?y CJyl ppt.seeiy fay Arabia .to the physician raised suddenly at the sound, from the hands that covered it a pale face crowned with glossy coils of ruddy hair; and the eager eyes of Carolyn Clay questioned hungrily those of her friend. more c weariness than of i ■ro:;t m ottTtesv "V'our presence in Baltimore is If an It Dealt with Owe More. The jury sat up all-night, and by noon tho neat day was able to disagree, it Copyright.. 1H»1. by J. B. Lipptacott Co., and published by special arrangement .J "Uin: you're on time."' ho said, abruptly. as the neighboring cloel: cut for midnight. "A minute later, v.m had found the office shut." "iDut these must go in, mamma," answered Miss Westchester. "Dear Caro! No telling when she'll see fruit cake again! Uow dreadful it all is, raarataa! Only think what she tells us iilxivA sorghum and eoru-brrad! Wait: press on the sandwiches while I wedge iu these tiardines. S3 Clay's rop'T •c«l the uuditiofi: but inborn c known MqKoc &nsvvcrc& gently. "liow, cr t;y whom. Ooil only Irjows." . "Knov.ft!" Only the one word from hve W Uite lips. [Copyright, IKfti, by F!CI;rftr \V. Nye.} New Your City, September. 1802. [i exil%~%av I tin such a A celebrated writer on optlialiuic matters says: "We point with much pi-ide to the wonderful mechanism of the eye and its great perfection, and yet if we were to bny a pair of opera glasses that were no nearer perfection than the average pair of eyes we would return then: to the merchant on the following day." This is largely due to the fact that they are unlike, and this .trouble may be the result of bad usage or inheritance, to say nothing of bad and unskilled operations, accidents, iil health. was mv first and hut experience On a [OOBTIKUID ] "A-ah! 'that goes to the spot! l»y George! it's like rain after a drought! It s your play. Here, Sac, fill this up." And he drained another fcsimtn&fcoblet of the ice-cold wine. stra ir.ry comes back to uw it i ride to England The odor of . a jury room still "There is no moon; and no picket, that I know of," McKee went on. "Still, I thought it safer to get passes for myself and 'boy.' I had that dapper Yankee, Maj. Bond,' for supper, to get them. That is the reason I was late." "Yoa dear, good boy!" The girl held out her hand warmly. "But what a risk lor you!" The clear face of the boy grew grave, but he retained the little hand gently, as he answered, with earnestness: "Oh, Bess! I thought you would never come! Has he succeeded? Can I get off?" "I sniil I would lDe hero l;y twelve, nj r." the spy answered. "I was de- ~1? "Yes: anCl mere than that," he went off calmly. "Some one "knows that you leave to-night, by what route, and that I go with you." in the steerage, or go down cellar late at night to find a largo gas leak between -a!': d bv era for ire. me and the meter. ' "Yes, Caro; all is ready." "Thank God! Thank God!" Miss Clay murmured, with a choking sob. "Oh, Bess! had anything stopped me again I should have despaired—broken down! Never before have I been so nervous— so oppressed! If anything has happened over there—if Fairfax—" For answer Bessie Westchester drew from her bosom the crumpled note. The other girl clutched it eagerly, rushed to the table lamp, and devoured, with burning eyes, the hastily-scribbled words, without address or signature: Somehow Fitzhngh played very bad billiaidn, missing easy shots m-u r his friend's good-natured banter. sir?" \: i v ( "Reclly. wife," interposed the late' bachelor club man, "yon must enpecl h'T to realize that green colonel's orders Issued to his men. to 'cook and eat live days' rations immediately!' '* _  £2?* (D —- P I f« I I The girl's face grew whiter still; her lips moved without sound, but her eyes Cashed into IJefjsie's with a blaze of accusing query in them. Then, still staring at her, the lirm will mastered emotion so far that she whispered. Last year I called on a very excellent oculist, who said that even if 1 ever had nt n f ivc m your - Cf-ZJ**, the eye readjusted I would net see with \i . t! lie f u;Ci t n wire!- v , fjBJI —k 13 it, as there had been a hemorrhage of the retina. This would act as a spatfter of dried blood on a mirror, destroying its power of reflection. Another, oculist said that lack of use was all that ailed "Haug it, my nerves are out of Cr;'ar," he t ried. as he lost a simple D. :• rora. v,inc\ under UC lei t» ;• ir;,r you ri I "Finish that fizz, Carroll; it's a worn- fui.K-d lura to H *y'* i Tiic ilannol rebel was beiorC got in lib rear/' "Did they Bt sroads "I wish they ull 'coukl over there!" the wife retorted. her wanting lopric condoned by a deep sigh. ".Just think of your poor brother Llowndes, Gilmor, starving on bacon and hard tack!" and and w •'U' v hoarsely: "Arc you mrref You sftw—*him?" "S.w \rhn;n? Resaio, what th you know?" Mrs. Cray n ..-.i' .fi • #'iD k SI! V 11 Jt«\ ■:D. 7 t'-'p . y*!-i f \\ i ■' y..i! otc. tho eye, so he wore*me out looking through eight baenele of lenses, and "Risk for me! Bess, you forget the grave peril for her. You forget, too, that I would risk something realty serious—ten times this—for youl" His other hand covered the little one he fg=2? Mi 'fiD- the gc ■al of,".' [tc. sir? Did they cnt Fitshngh asked the ; and with a strange - ■ , D ' Twenty-four years ago, when i was a lad.it was discovered one day by close of the hnm.-.n ej:e that i.had a case of very mild strabismus. It was Hot so severe ns to worry me, but kind friends, who should have known better, decided to turn me over to a physician and surgeon. The man selected was one of those silent, morose, brutal kind, who say little, remain dignified through Dife and die leaving the impression that they tiad an enormous reserve power of thought which they never used, i have often wished that 1 had been gifted that way, for there is no chance to criticise a severe man who never says anything. Ho lives and dies a great man in the eyes of the hoi polloi. for they never know when he might possibly say some- questioris caa'orl "It is good for his liver, my dear," Mr. Gray replied, r. . a lightness belied by his eyes. "My brother Llowndtr; has so far in his life eaten pate and terrapin enough to bring camp-fare for tho next ten years up to a pretty luxurious average." £ fmatty \i*tod ■■ :uD Ciw with a rwWrf xpeo- gieai.i ha his eyes. 1  *-*■ , ; -'"Xl \ f But-Carolyn CJsy stopped her with a gesture imperious beyond (jncr.Uon, and, turning to Kijicl, hoarsely: "Goon. Tell ioC all." taeies. which 1 usedjtill I got vertigo and "Yes; th/£" and pretty hard, too. T.-Jt the general cut his way through, rather crippled. No, there itno bla:a» attaching to yon. Fit,:hu~h The fault lies with Maj. Conyer's scout. lie is under arrest. You seem to have done your full dvfty." ' t VV./'V -A'/.' CS&fTW ' #r' .- ■■i ■ s Jfr #■'&. m t' f ■; - • "V •' . , ' V /j£D .ssr-® \ 1/ V - M it x ■ ;k then refnmed to tbe-old ones. "Only a moment to write. Am almost wild with doubt. She should be back, but has not even been heard from. Fairfax no worse; his fever perhaps lighter. Messenger waits. God guard you—and her!" ; Miss Clay reread the words, twice, thrice, and pressed them to her trembling lips ere they formed the words: This year 1 decided toconsult an eye surgeon of great repute, and see what lie turned away, and she and—but very gently— , in a half aigh: . We are not speaking "I know no cm re," he answered. "Only tktD note was left forme by unknown band ten minutes since." " said. J went to his office at 0:30 a. m. to !-ee if he had reached the office. He had. but there were nineteen jieople ahead of me. I waited,tiilr 2t£U |D. m. and got a short glimpse of the eye trimmers partner. He loeked rae over anil said that 1 But away up in the attic hiding-pla?? no badinage was spoken. Carolyn Clay had several times gone over the details of her perilous trip across. Each time she had spoken with naive freodr.in of her fears, her suspense and her joy at rescue—all without reserve. Bat one tiling she had never told—approaching it with ready purpose, only to find her lips close and a throbbing someihin? just baneatli her throat which she could not control. The woman seized the crumpled note eagerly, bending over the firelight and rea.ling rapidly. T£cn, pressing her But I do thank you, with k Tell me,"—she inter! suddenly,—"was mamma f seriously with Peyton "I triad to do my full duty, sir." The reply was unwonted in its meekness; and the spy's eyes were downcast, as he queried: ''Where did the general get out2 lias he made the river again?" hand hard over ker eyes, she stood an instant still and cold, only heaving bosom and. deep breath telling of sore EIIS8 CLAY'S EYES WEKE STUDTIXO TIl'S must come early or 1 would have to-wait qui to awhile. "Tomorrow will lie our busy day, because yon know this isx Labor Day, and so we have excused Jialf our patients till tomorrow." I weirtrtiie next .morning before daylight and sat On tffl "neb till the milkman came, and be let me into the basement for a dollar. There 1 remained till the maid began dnsting the reception room; then 1 got in there and looked at "Semingly in deep earnest." a-iswercd. "Coming suddenly on Nina and me, she stopped, bat nov lore I had heard her say: 'But you Virginian; yonr place is there!'' and caught his reply: 'Perhaps; but lag is doing this weather. I may across, and— Then he caught sighv us and stopped to shake hands with me. "You're welcome!" the girl said, w' -v a toss of her head. "I am glad he u \aiQt, with me! I mistrust that ' jsVillie. His name and race should McKee Miss be[ ure had nothgo; of "Poor, dear mother! How anxious ■he must bel But our baby is better, thank God! How did it come?" ~ "Yrr; hut some regiments scattered, and tha stratrirlers come in slowly." "They should be struck in 'detail— scattered along the river," Fitzhugh said, slowly, half absently. riCTUBE IN THK FIBE ;ru~glo to be calm, Again she bent "An old friend of yours: and a very good one, too, they said. Frankly, I do not like him, though it may be 'Dr. Fell.' .1 think he should be in the army —our army! But otherwise he's jest splendid Guess." down, scanning the pap?r closely, her Dyes burning each word into her brain. "Willie McKee brought it to mamma. Carroll Meredith met "old Pete at 'the Ferry/ " Then, leaning lier head upon the low mantel, covered by one hand, she held the note to Bessie with the other: and "Damn, it. sir. you'd better give jour views to (lea. Sheridan." the infantry major retorted, abruptly. "1 am not commanding Hie cavalry of the army of the I'otainac." thing. This doctor cut oli logs and arms with great rapidity. He had been in the war of 1812, or some saclD 7.ar. and had done a good deal toward bringiu|j peace about, for both friend and foe decided that he was worse than arson, treason, rapine and death, so the war closed. 1 was handed over to him just as children used to be fed to the crocodiles of the Asiatic countries. Wo wanted his good will, even if it cost a lobe of the liver of the oldest child or an eye or an car to make liiiu feel pleasant. The leader has doubtless known in hit or her life a country doctor of this class: one who settles all great questions with a grunt, likes to be regarded as taciturn, and has a way of losing his temper in time to prevent the discovery of hi.- ignorance. This man was one of that kind. A gain the older woman read the lefcler; then, with a deep sigh, she stood erect, thinking. And a fair contrast were the women, seen thus: Bessie Westchester plump, fresh, petite, her low ball dress showing the perfect neck and bust and softly-rounded arms of lately-budded womanhood, her bright face grave and soft in sympathy, and its dark eyes tender through unshed tears; Carolyn Clay tall, majestic, defiant, her grand head thrown back, the supple curves of her form well relieved by the rough riding-habit, its skirt turned in and sewed lightly, to be used at need. She liad never explained that the man who had raved her, Rt risk of instant traitor's doom, was himself a renegade doubly a traitor to the cause that made him so. by that very act. Far.leas haa she been able to frame the two word , of his name, once sweetly familiar to her lips, now bitter as Dead sea fruit upon them. -he, understanding the command, read n trebellious voice the fateful lues- - V THE MARYUA.NDER Fr.ANKLY "It would be useless," Jdir.s Clay answered, absently, the eloolt. "Thank Heaven, it is two o'clock." h . _.d man, nuke he stayed lies about sage: "Do not start to-night. South bank swarms with stragglers, tlosaier struck. Show her this and wait advice. She should obey warning from one who prayed her to pray for his soul." Dead sileace was on the little group. -\*o one spoke, nor moved, and the stii!- J*B trre'.v almost unbearable ris thodis- Appoiated woman struggled fiercely •vith berseif for the mastery. At length she raised her head, turangfullto them a face pale and deepined. but Urn a ad hard as the hollow "Uc*k pardon, sir," the spy answered, not raising his eyes, in which the gleam still lingered. "Am I to go over? Any the album till the doctor came, but IIIS STRONG BROWN IIANT». an's drink at the best. I want a braeer. Here. Sam!" — he struck the gong on the mantel—"bring me some cognac." •finish nothing!" the other player retortetL "That bottle's empty already. Hring two cognacs. Sam. Damn it! bring the bottle!" Fitzhugh looked keenly at the speaker, missed at last. and. leaning on Iviv cue, was anout to spealt earnest ly, iDut changed his mind and only asked: "Shoot much now? Mitch game down in the counties?" "No. you could never guess," Bessie ran on. full of her romance. "It was Peyton—•" eleven people wlio live near him cam* with hiui to be attended to, and a clergy man from Montana wanted to take an early train, eo he got in ahead of luealso, People who eav that newspaper -men defy all rules and gut the finest cut fi#m tiie best joint have never closely studied the soft auil (iisiic-i'euther bed upon which the clerical anclioritp journeys toward what he hopes is even a $tiil better and more well disposed world. The doctor finally saw'the. He war wiping liis hands on a napkin and patting away r. bloody crochet "nook as 1 entered. "XnCT MJWlShg have you been looking over your loft shoulder into the past that way, Mr. Nye?" he asked. "For-twenty■-four years," I replied, sitting down on & soft, elastic,, round object, which gave me ii clu.ll as 4 thought how they had neglected to put away the last eye they had sscnred. However, it was a small' rubber Hull), used mostly on a lag squirt, liy means cf which the doctor keeps the eye coveted with a moth 1 judge. "The result of the old operation," said the, oculist, dropping a "whole lot oE household titensils intoaiingerbowlltil: of diluted carbolic acid; "is that thu rectus muscle was completely cut ,of: from the eye, leaving it - tia smooth and snrny as the top of yo.ur haad, in twenty years it giftTjgi pn :iyain at the posterior precinct of the eye. The conjunctiva lias gone back into the cerebellum, and is used for tbinjdng instead o: Winking. I will have to cut the mufteh away from the back of the ball of tut eye, dissect it also from the optic nerve then with forceps draw the old am; dilapidated muscle forward and stitch i to the ball of the eye where it was a first." orders for me Peyton Fitzfcngh!" Dre as a 'society are sleeping in "No: you are to remain here—probably ucjompany Gen. Baldwin on a prison- ir.: ipeetion that has been demande i by these newspaper meddlers Good-night. Caspar." '1 he major rose, sorting his papers, the spy turning slowly t;D the door, as though regretting something, when the otiieer added: Often—after Bessie had listened with sighs and tears of sympathy, then left her—Carolyn Clay would upbraid her conscience for this half-eonfidence to friends so tender and so loyal, even now rlikir.g so much for her. And then [n-r conscience would argue, not without a quibble, that it was so unnecessary— that it could but disgrace his name for those true ones who bore it so wellthat this one exposure could do no good. So the girl — reassuring herself, in woman's way, that no lingering thought of his pa*;t. no pity for herself, mixed with the resolve—accepted her wish as her duty, and was silent. And Bessie Westchester had accepted as true her own brain-built little romance that the self-sacrifice and grave peril had been incurred by some federal pflicer for sake of licr friend's lielplessriess in danger— perhaps, she told herself, for sake of lier fair face. Carolyn Clay wheeled round upon the sitting girl, towering over her with t biased iu equal anger and Here? To-asjjht? In eyes araazeraent 1, scarcely that bad," the youth i, with a smile. "A letter old Drought Carroll from Gilmore 1 is full of 'muffin worries' and ion dances in Richmond— Lord! y forgot! This is for her; the run-1 it was for your mother; hut I iot catch her alone." He drew a idad slip from bis pocket, glancrlly out to see if prying eyes ts transfer to Miss Bessie's fair nd its quicker disappearance in om. m't like Fitzhugh" s coarse, my« went on; "and I hope your •s lecture may wake him up." if his own self-respect sleeps," 1 retorted, bitterly. "He doesn't this he,use?' "Why not, clear'? He is an old friend of mamma's, avid very popular here with th sets." At length, with a sigh—more of decision than of discontent,—she dropped into her low chair again, with the quiet query: "IJy the way, what is tins young fel- "Why not? Do they not know that— Why, IJe.ss. h" was the—" With blazing ryes, clinched hands, and laboring Clay stopped suddenly What it wa3 sho herself could not have told; bat again that inner something— stronger than her impulse and indignation, dominating1 her helpless will— lice that saitl low Xfcftoc?" "I will obey He were viler than Sain did—he He aow—to me —" "At what hour, dear?" "At two this morning," the other an- "Nothing, sir," was the prompt an swit, us I-'itzhugh glanced quickly a I the questioner. "A society butterfly, without brains. He is not suspccted, 1 "Lots! 1 go down often," Meredith answered, growing more glib under the mixture of cognac an«i champagne. "Sav, Peyton, there's bigger game in Prince George's now—" He cheeked himself suddenly, with a shrewd leer at the other's impassive face, "flare days we did use to have in old times, ch? Guess I teat rather fond of a tear for a youngster. Remember that summer at Capon, iust before the war, when I fell waltzing with Carolyn—" Again he checked himself, more abruDtly and with more of effort, aiming intently at his balL The effort of the soul was too great or the tried flesh. Suddenly she swayed, layered forward a step, and would :nve fallen ha.', not V\ illia JlcKee ealight :er, dead fainting, in his arms. swered, promptly. "Willie is supposed to be going ducking; lie has passes, if needful. You will reach 'the Ferry' by dawn; the moon will be late to-morrow, and the river is clear." He had called in a conventiop of other doctors to see the operation—doctors from Trimbelle, Ean Galley, Little Bethel neighborhood, Harriman's Land ing and Beldenville, also from Erin Prairie and East Union forever. Cocaine was unknown then, and eo the doctor had a brother physician l'roiB Primroy's Bridge hold my head with hands that smelled like ,1 pair of saddle bags. 1 can smell them yet. The tDpeiating surgeon, the sphynx who nevei was known to smile, went into a little dark closet and smiled by himself, com ing back with his coat oif and the.odoi of cognac about his whiskers. He had ground up a pair of curved toenail scissors and had them lying 011 he oilcloth of (lie table. He now picked op a button hook which he had useddsi'mg. the Mexican war. and asked me to look intently at the collar button on the back of tny neck while he "made an examination.This he did by rolling up the lid and fastening it in "the forward," as he called it. Then he hooked the button hook under tb.e internal rectus muscle.-- as he stated, to hold the eye steady and give him a chance at it with his toenail scissors. He now took off his cuffs and gave them to the doctor from Pleasant Valley to hold, wiped his glasses and took some more mince pie muteriah which he breathed oil me while operat ing. and thos cheered 1110 np. vicariously, so that J felt like another man. He cut the rectus muscle entirely off. It took him some time, but he did it. A very able physician did the same trick for Robert Tod Linaoin, now minister to England. The blood ran down my face ijuite plenty, while the surgeon called tie doctors from Erin Prairie and Harriman's Landing to come and see what a beautiful operation it Was. They raid it was by far the most attractive operation they had ev#r seen *Titside or a postmortem. 1 then returned to my studies with a green patch over this eye, but 1 caught a Blight cold in the eye one evening while being hazed, and soliad fo leave college for the time, and suffered a great deal with my eye. Years afterward the eye began to drift off to the lel't, and people who came to call 011 me got to calling in pairs, so that one could look me in the eye from front while the other would take me on the flank and occupy-my attention from that direction. Strangerreported that I had a glass eye. aridsomC said that 1 must have a very poor record indeed, as 1 never seemed able to look one in the eye. This was true. But very few of mv years could look two u the eye any better than 1 could. % Years afterward I saw, even with raj odd and copious vision, that I had suf-1 ii-eu trom tlje grossest malpractice. Tilt large tin god of the countryside became to mo what John L. Sullivan became ti his audience on the night of the 7th inst., only so ranch osseous, mnscuiai and adipose tissue det hroned, busted and knocked out. Yet the people generally had not dis covered it. My eyes, however, had bee;: opened. One of them had lie en so skillfully opened that 1 could hardly close it while sleeping. The lack of musculai attachment 011 the inner corner had permitted the eye to protrude and give me a choked appearance, sis one might have if his neighbors had taken the law iiitt their own hands. It was at this time that Dr. Black- Smith, the man who had operated on raj eye, brought suit against the town foi damages, and although 1 had just at tained my. majority, together with an undivided one-fourth interest in a mortgage on the farm, which was now falling due, 1 was that year drawn as a member of the petit jury, and was one cf the highly ornamented wooden panel called upon to try the case of Dr. 1. B. Blacksmith versus The City. We listened to the testimony for two or three Now and then 1 would look at the doctor with my game eyo sternly. Then 1 would turn the other eye and beautiful Roman uose 011 him. finally ins lawyer said to him: "Doctor, who is that young blond juryman with the misunderstanding lie tween his eyes, who now and then looks at you as though ho would like to do some autopsy work for yon?" '■Me God!" said Dr. Black-Smith, "1 believe that's young Nye, whose eye 1 operated 011 to for-strabismus years ago. Why didn't I know that before and have him excused from the jury?" "Alas, it is too late now, and I ean sec by the way he acts that ho intends to Lang the jury," spoke up the lawyer. As I went to my dinner a trembling hand with the odor of a deodorizer ypon it offered me a cigar wrapiDed np in a bank note. It was a poor cigar, and the bank note was very ordinary iu size and execution, so I showed it to the jury, told where it came from and sent it back. 1 was not smoking at that lime, any war. The jury took everything into consideration. ar 1 remembering that the presume?' "Oil, no. Only, he's always so devilish polite to me, for sake of petting passes whore none are needed, that if amounts to a bore, lie talked two hours and Wasted t wo bottles of wine to-night to get permits to bunt in Prince Ueorg :'s. Good night." whispered; "Pease: be still!" She stood silent, rootu-l to the spot, staring at her I! an! Koaillftil. Again Miss Clay's lips moved, but only the half-audible sound came: "Mereifal God! I thank Thee!" "I knew you would be surprised," the other went on. "And really, Cdro, you friend & I- ; -.,it fe)1:, I \*; {ML .vC v5i f ' 1 V'' / ; •-•*'•' M&- v—-A.-' -■ Then, gliding to her side, the other girl slid softly to the floor, resting her head in her friend's lap. while the round, white arms gleamed fair in the firelight against the rough habit, as they clasped Carolyn Clay lovingly. And her hanghty head bowed over her actard in war—" fgard in lore, neither, if I man," McKee urged. "A most have the soul of a it. Then he's so lately "Good night, sir." the spy answered, quickly leaving the rjom and descend* ing to the street. do f :n to rceoUect very well, considering' your denial just now. If a mere nann; Carries such talisman. I do not wonder so nrueh at your unfeminine curiosity as to tlr.it tuasclfiuh hero wbo saved.you at risk of a halter." And now the dark eyes cf the listener stood wide, and hcrgentle bosom heaved Meanwhile, Mr. Willie MeKee had left tho njasieale and let himself quietly into the darkened home of his widowed mother. Passing softly through to thf stables ht» wc4ced his rrroom. pave sneeial institutions about feeding his VDest horse, r.nii ordered his huntingtrap to b? in reauiaesr, at two o'clock. |f.v- "They were jolly days," Fitzhugh said. "Here's to their return—after the war!" f |  . \ i Rr r% ' ■' ; m i - \-Jt m P C v" _ ; "v s, "Three months," she broke In. "Cam- 1 paigns are planned and won In leas time! It had been mote graceful to atay abroad than to return only to lounge about union cluba and toady "Perhaps he came here to-night on one of his quizzical lifts of his eyebrows. "But wasn't he soft on Jur onoe? It seems to me that at Capon, A quick, wanting gesture cut off his speech sad wheeled him to the light, as Mrs. Gray approached, leaning on Fitx- Tbe latter * quick eye rested but an instant on the young man, flashed back to the girl, and then his face—raised from the low bow—was as vacuous as the average beau's when he said: "It is so long since we met. Miss Bessie, that I told your mother,  I leave on the midnight train for Washington, that I must stop to felicitate you on time's perfected process of changing the little girt into the woman." He extended Ids ungloved bar the girt, putting ber own into 1' much of frost as her sunny nature condense, noticed, woman-like brown and firm it was. "Ton were too good," she ana quietly. "And perhaps, in time'i I should thank you for '* compliment to him." "Indubitably, nor ¥ claimed, courteously bounden duty; and, •low, tune ever fulfills "You compliment him ;pbed. more coldly. "So "boundes duty', nowadays/ "I hare asked Mr. Fitzhi our little party to Philade •Faust,'" MissXinabroke in, jot will," McKee said, taoasly, intuitively feeling that, frost was growing more crisp. "But he .tells me," the Philadelph beauty answered, with a pretty poi "thai he i* pledged to join a large hu ing party in western Virginia a» weeJc •» "What will you go to hunt, F hugh?" Willie McKee asked, naively . Another quick glance shot in theC? tkmer"s eyes, ss the Virginian answ "Anything that may be trapf Mllwi- But I am risking the Wi ton express. Good night. You may possibly conjecture part of n. gret in missing the Philadelphia tr And the polished traitor strode throu the room and disappeared, as ha turx at the front door, muttering: "Bah! They cannot suspect— " their vary vacuity beats me, Bui wuut flnd out the hour—and the rout A group of gilded youth and nick plated age had approached the gh McKee glanced at his watch. , "Pardon what stupidity of soci. calls rudeness," he said; "but really •aoaopliment; for I fear «■*»• friend, till it mingled its spun gold with the dark curia upon which she pressed her lips. Over Carolyn Clay's face, coy pale as death more, swept thoughts too swift :Dr.d complicated for translation by the inexperience that watufced it I.ut, seciog than, the younfpr r.-onan ceased badinage, and, rirfug qr.fckly. passxl lor in.',' ftras about the tall form, nestling her head upon its tuuauit-tasscd lie filled both glasses brimming. Meredith gulped his eagerly, to the last drop; but me other man, seemingly eager for his turn at the balls, placed his glaas on a side-stand, scarcely touched. CHAPTER Vt TRAITOR AND TRUE . If Peyton Fitzhugh really desired to take the midnight express for Washington, his were certainly very Icisnrely Aunt Abigail—Why, Silas", what an ■on (loin with ttie best feather lDp«iV Then, mounting to his own snitc, lie laid out his corduroys and boots, reelected a Winchester rifle from the several cases, and, carefully inspecting tho asi' on the cartridges, loaded it and tested the lock. Uticlo Silas Cnboot to take his first ex-, tended journey)—Biil Adams says the roadbeds out that way are all -made of rock, an I'm goin to take along somethin comfortable ter sleep on, or else 1 don't go.—Harper's Bazar. ovements to reach it. "Say. Peyton, old boy," Meredith cried suddenly, as his opponent finished • 6iaall run which he neglected to bososa lie lounged into the Maryland clubunusually empty, as it chanced,—lit b cigar, and sat down with an evening paper, glancing over its margin at every one entering the hall beyond. Men passed in or out, occasionally, until, at lhst, a tall, athletic man, bronzed and careless in dross, entered the club and strolled into the billiard-room. •give nan, darlin?," she Trhinpsmi, "I was silly, thoughtless. I. .v what it is to car;? f some one. Wore 1 separated from Willie—'' Abruptly, almost roughly. Miss (May igno-.v 1 the caress and repudiated the softly Next ho unlocked a cupboard, taking thence and • stowing in hi* bird-bag a strange ont£t for a duck-hunt. There were carefully tiad parcels from the drnggir.t. hanks of r.'lk and strong tlax, papers of needle*, postage-stamps, and. last, three large, flat fla:;ks of brandy labeled "1810," a* though to equalise the du'iit. Packing finiiiicd, MoKee reread the passes the federal had lately so contemned, made some careful memoranda in G. est writing upon thin sheets cf paper, atid drew an otil jroe of briarwood from his pocket. Carefully cleaning the tube, he rolled the papers tightly.' force: 1 them in. and smeared a little of the nicotine on top, to color the edges from recognition. too, fctjp' v^ir A Brutv Mrs. Bronson—Oh, Tom, '1 saw the loveliest lifteen dollar h»fc down town today. I couldn't help thinking how pretty it looked'it) the store window. Mn IgronsaKi—I'm glad it looked pretty in the store window, dear. It would be such a shame to take it away from thert.—Chicago News-Record. "And do you beat tlie forceps and use a recThot needle in sewing on the muscle?" "Oh, no; certainly not." "P"tion. You aro •wrong'—utterly v.-ron-j, Laying aside his paper, the watcher lounged into the same room, carelessly taking a cue from the rack and testing the balls on the nearest table. child that hate- " sh j criuii- '"l do n Dl ea.ro for that nun. On tha captr.iry. I ~.o him. He is hot iit t:» let urn Visa—-far Iocs* to touch Does not your mother kuotv ./I!/ noj cci to. v "Then,'" said 1. writing a little codici. .vitli my new siylographic pen as soon as 1 a mark, "yon your f' t yvur hucl may begin.with the merrymaking." For two or three.hours, during.which the only delight; I Jnul was in thinking that twenty-seven people were in the parlor awaiting their turn and trying to rer.d their papers the second time over with angry eyes, two able surgeons "Hello! Peyton, old boy!" "Why. Carroll Meredith! Is that you?" ,"^A». J. §Al ifrfesir-* ' ffiSs. C3 —fillip A Itiiruiiv; Sliuatu The greetings were simultaneous, as their eyes met; and the last comei grasped Fitzhugb's hand warmly, as he queried: "Where In thunder do you come from? Haven't heard of you since we parted in Paris last year." "Yet I've been over here three months, and been a good deal in society—""Damn society!" ejaculated Carroll Meredith, with perfunctory profanity; adding, with largely-lacking respect: "What's in it, anyway? A lot of green girls and greener snips, or, worse yet. old boys and girls playing young. I hate mutton dressed lamb fashion, Peyton. Got sick of it long ago. By George! you're old enough to know it all through, too." "Wlij-t'.1" Bsasjo's eyes prow wiue Slngsby—I was fired out, o me house an home j-est'day. Mugsby—Scrap wid do ole woman? Slngsby—Naw. De house burnt down. '—Truth. with v. cmler. as the ot'.isr [ Cart)! I never fxiw you w, esc;ted—so \vorljeCl up. It must, indeed, be something terriUle! i'ell mi?. pDCaCCe.'" used sud- denly and with as could , hfcw snipped and tripped and-cut the hasting threads of my eye, pansing now and then to get a breath of air and . look at a work on "The Ehusau Eye in Health and Disease." t I went back on the 8th and took my turn with the rest to Iiavejthe eye examined again. It looked like Sullivan's, and I was mad, because I had got a box for the nTghrbefore afrd was Lastly, the youth arrcye:l himself Id huntirg-rig as carefully a3 thotigh preparing for fcis wedding, humming1, during the process, inatehes of melody from late opera boulTes. Then, us the cuckoo clock on his trail cooed out the lialf-hcur past one, he descended softly to the stable-yard. Miss Clay's face darkened, and her breath came hard r.nd quick. She clinched her hands fiercely; but still she did not speak, only staring1 at the other. Then, with a great eilort. she turned a deadly white face, lit by gleaming-eyes. (1 ** r) Sir' S,i / W? "Take my veil and take care of it." A Tragedy in Four Act*. " Axn NOT EVEN TO KNOW HIS NASIKl" rapidly under the loose folds of the wrapper, as she heard the twice-told tale for the last time, as she believed— the implied followed the night escape through the driving snow, welcomed the slow-coming dawn, and thrilled at the first sight of Liosser's advance. Vv  "Be ..io. that man is— 1 who—" Memory, gratitnde- upon her: lie it was —whatever Virginian ext was but his The hunting-trap was already rolled out; and, packing gun and bird-bag carefully under the heavy fur robes, the master turned, to find his ebon groom close at his elbow. " BERK'S TO GOOD OLD TIMES, CAIUIOIX!" stronger leeiing it may have been—was too much for her. Again she broke down, sinking in h"r chair and Covering her face, with the piteous moan: going to entertain friends at dinner and then take them to the theater. After the doctor had cut the muscle loose, and was looking about in my mental wastebasket, to see where it had flopped to, he told me incidentally that I must not attend the theater for some several days. So when I went back on the following day to wait, and other patients saw the ruddy complexion of my eye, they began to inquire about New Orleans and why I had backed Sullivan if 1 did not want sometimes a little that." count, "I used to think that summer you wore pretty soft on her." "Indeed?* On whom?" "What a noble, selfless hero!" the younger girl cried, after a long-drawn sigh of relief. "And not even to know his name! / would have had more curiosity, even then. I!ut he must be a gentleman, Carol Base blood would never have risked so much—been so 'tender and trewe"—even for your eyes!" MC jAsAj a\V ypJM -^jn "Carolyn Clay. She vat a beauty, though. George! how she could ride and shoot! A perfect thoroughbred! But you did seem pretty hard hit!" "Mass' Will, ent yo' gwine ter read da "Oh. «o V. 1 ea= not! in not!" "Stop! No allusion to my age," Fitz hugh laughed. "Come, let's hare a glass •f wine to the jolly days In Paris." "Um—nmf Meredi ih shook his head rather ruefully. "Can't do it, old boy. Neter drink anything now. Why, I've tasted nothing but coffee since I got home. You know my love for it? Well, I'm the moral bachelor of the club now." "You always were; but now you look it," the other laughed back. "That's exposure. Just back from a duck hunt," Meredith retorted, with a quick glance in the mirror. "That confounded nose of mine colored like a meerschaum years ago; but I am a regular Father Mathew, now." note? Wondering more still, but still deeply sympathetic. Bessie Westchester watched this unwonted weakness of the woman who had been her model of fearlessness and strength. "What note, Elijah?" "I)a note da whi' man dun ltf. W'y yo' doan" read it?" And, for the first time, the negro extended a dingy et- "Did I? 'Pon my word, I'forget," Fitzhugli retorted, with controlled tongue; but his eyes glowed, as they measured the other man, now stretching unsteadily across the table. "What ever became of M iss Clay?" Miss Clay's eyes were studying the pictures in the lire. A half sigh trembled te her lips; but she stifled it as she answ .Ted, sadly: velope. Only one instant, though. The nest she was kneeling by her side, her arms close about the heaving bosom, her lips pressed upon the glorious, bowed head. "Who left this? Did you tell anyone I was going gunning?" the master asked, anxiously. "It will be safe in my cos t tail pocket. to be treated that way. I said something severe especially te a patient from Niagara Foils who is here to get a cataract removed, and he being a Sullivan man, and discovering that I had been for Corbett all the way through, not alone be- D cause I favor refinement and a reasonable amount of temperance, but because I believed to the extent of a good gold "How I's gwine tell um, w'en I ain't Unowod it? an', 'sides, 'e ain't ax nuthin'," the man replied, with the negro's usual indirection. "lie was a gentleman — before h: joined Virginia's enemies." "But. Caro, they were not h'« ene- "Forgive ma, dear! Please forgive me! 1 was silly even to mention him— Worse than suly to press you so. I think "She's all right, old boy! She—" Suddenly Meredith cheeked himself, steadying his body against the cushion, as he gazed at his querist with a stare meant to be penetrating, but too largely tinctured with alcohoL "She's somewhere over in Virginia, I suppose." mies." "No, seemingly not; only Virginias," the other answered, with sudden fierceness.I undi-rRl".ad—' Wlto left it, sir? Hold vonr lantern." "How J know who lef it, w'cn he unbeknownst to me an' 1 ain't ycored his entitle? Wen 'e ax is yp' in, I ain't tell him is yo'; I only ax 'un is yo' in? Den he say, gi'c un dis note, tho! Da's de pote." Once more Miss Clay broke roughly from the circling arras. Once more she stoojl erect tvith raised bead and blazing eyes; no weakness on her face nowonly resolve so tixed as to make its lines seem hard and cruel. "Bat it is odd he never told you hie name. It wonld have taken but. an in- "Well, I hope we may meet—in the spring," Fitzhugh answered, quietly; and he refilled the other's glass, adding a drop to his own full one. "Here's to good old times, Carroll!" "Neighbor. 1 believe I'm catching cold! Where's my handkerchief/" watch and some rubles that he would win, and also because Sullivan had warned,me to shut up or he would shut me up, and had therefore failed to endear himself to me, he, the man from Niagara Falls with a cataract and $575 short at odds of five to one, made a pass at mo, which I -parried with my forehead and led baek to-hi in with a holly wood bracket., which was added to my bill by the oculist. Kindh- hands and a large fat officer removed the man and his cataract from me just as he had perched himself on my breastbone and began to prospect around my w'eJJ eye with his thumb, intending to expose it arid thus hutniMato me by sending mo down Broadway ill the daylight witli a naked eye. As we rode up hero from North Carolina I was awakened in the night by a powerful odor which .camo in at the. open window. It took me ■ back to a summer,night on the farm when I went down in our well to clean it out and found one of those cats that frequent the poles so mhC*h, and are called polar cats, I think. It seems that we had run over one in the night-am! he had taken the only means at hhml at the lime for letting us know that'he had been seriously injured. The polar cat does not sing ..but his remarks, iguoraftt and unlettered as ho is, attract instant and earnest attention. Whether it is due to hick of proper attention to his bathing or fronf decayod . teeth, he seems to have a personal air about him which makes the blooduound's job a sinecure. "Well, try a caroin game while we talk," Fitzhugb proposed. "I suppose your morals won't blush if I drink a glaar, of champagne? I've been at a swell musicale; but it was too 'union' there to suit my taste, bo I slipped off before supper. Carroll, why docs Mr*. Gray-" 5tant; and if you two ever meet again— r": . I k'7| /tVjVv; . Dy A wj|yj J JTje %.-,■D Tearing open the envelope, on- which the gura was still moist, MeKee began to rea.l by light of the stable lantern,— curiously at first, then eagerly, at last with amazement stamped on every feature."God forbid that!" Carolyn Ciav r.we to her feet, towering taller in the dickering firelight. "1 hope never to look upon his-face again!" "Bessie Westchester," she said, in cold, metallic tone, "you do not understand me, but— yoa shalil Not for base, selfish reason, not to protect myself from silly suspicion, but to protect you and yours, so good to me, I uill speak! That man, whose name I have sworn shall never pass my lips—that man, who has my just contempt and rein » "To old times it is! Damn it, Peyton, meeting you does bring 'em back! Many a jolly tear, eh?* and he gulped down the flery cognac as it had been water. "Ah, that's the stuff! You're right! Woman's wine, tluimpasrno. What were we saying?—Carolyn Clay? Yes; xltx's » grand girl!—the's a soldier!— Peyton, ol' boy, if I wasn't pledged—if I dared—I might tell you something to 'stonfch— Whose shot is it? Mine?" "How uncompromising you are!" her friend persisted. "Yet you owe hiin so deep a debt—your life, perhaps." The other man had crossed to the rack. At the name, the cue he grasped hung lialf suspended, as he wheeled and stared at the speaker. "Pardon me," the other continued, courteously. "I had forgotton that Gilmor (Jray was your cousin. Hut, really, to «* the bluecoats must grate a bit I suppose there's good reason for It sometimes—diplomacy, convenance. or what not; but I don't care for too much of it myself." Carroll Meredith glanced cautiously and quickly about the room, then into the hall, approaching the table as though about to say something serious. Then, suddenly changing his mind, he asked, bluntly: "Why didn't yon go across, then? You're a Virginian, a great rider and a crack shot. Mosby needs men; so does Stuart. But perhaps my question is—" "Not the least in the world," Fitzhugh replied, suavely. "I've only been back awhile, and I'm so deuced lazy, you know. Besides, there's nothing doing across just now. In the spring I will be in my native state. And, Carroll"—he drew closcr, looking steadily in the other's eyes, and his voice grew vibrant, with a solemn ring in it—"if the end does not 6how me worthy of my name and race, may you all—may God Himself—curse the traitor's grave in which I lie." The Marylander extended frankly his strong, brown hand, as he said, warmly: "Pardon my awkwardness, Peyton. I'm a blunt, rough fellow, not one of yon society men, but I'm man enough to recognise another when I meet him. I know you're all right, old boy. The fellow that out-boxed, out-wrestled and outran me at Charlotteville, that took away my prettiest partner at Mabille, "Wait to hitch up till I come back. Lock this gate after me," be ordered, rapidly Then he passed into the street; and the negro, hearing his rapid footfalls ring along the stones, showed his white teeth as he turned the key, and muttered; i "Yes; I owe him that—God1 help me!" She turned away abruptly, as a deep surge of color swept her pale face. "Yes; I owe him a debt I can never pay —never! I owe him escape from a spy's death! I owe him—oh, Bess. I never realized half how much until I rode in sight of those dear gray jackets, St. Andrew's cross fluttering so gayly over them!" She gazed absently into the tire a moment, the color still warm on her face. "And, Bess, when I told Col. Randolph every word the tr—the man had said, he called me a 'little hero.' said I had put Ilosser under deepest obligation, that he could strike the Yankees in the rear and the road to I'siegev- "Oh, heavens, my veil!' Blatter. scorn, is— The door opened quickly and Mrs. Gray stood in it, panting from hasty ascent and With troubled face.  "Caro, Willie is here." It was in a little country r.chooi in the mountains of Pennsylvania Oneot the scholars was a bright httlo Iris ; girl whose only difficulty was the study of geography. After ninth labor her teacher had succeeded in {jjviug her a fair: tart, when she one day asked the child if sheknew the name of the capital of the United States. He W.n Dctiil He broke off abruptly, turning to the table and playing wildly, but counting. Again Fitzhugh's eyes sought the clock anxiously. It marked the quarter to twelve. "Reck'n 'e ent comin' back! Dis yere hunt dull gone up. IJa note cum frum a gal, .sho' "nun!" "Thank God! I am ready!" The light of battle on her face melted into tender longing; hope to be realized swept away thought of right, and justice as the word:; brought plainly before her the wide, dark river, the loved ones far beyond. y/Z JB i / •■• rJ^^H j/L uUn/JJif jMiH AjL'#u " an W SO WRETCHED AT TOT 5S3£2rv. A moment l*ter Bessie Westchei mmmml foi* •might her fiouncc upon a carved CHAPTER VII. TAtiGI.INC THE SKtlN "Gamel" he cried, suddenly. "I'll bet you a terrapin supper you cau't beat me, the next game we play. This room is too hot. get into the air. One night-cap, and I'll walk home With you." The musicale had broken up early, and the Gilmor (Iray mansion was tightly closed. Not one light shone from its tall, brown front, and the very servants' quarters were dark and still, as the clock of the church hard by clanged out twice upon the night. "No, ma'am," was the reply "Stop, dear," the matron said, stopping with a gesture the quick grasp for liat and gloves, the careful, instinctive totich for precious packages sewed into the skirt. "Yv'illie must see you first. SornC» difficulty lias-—" "Difficulty.' Oh, s$v lvd%Dmes to dkaippoint rap!" The color hope had driven to the girl's fen dropped out, leaving it asbeit, her fiuivering soundlessly. "Not so bad fts thftf . I 'liope," Mrs. Gray answered, gewtfjs. and, stepping to the door, she ea 11 ed softly, ''find Willie MeKeo l into thDj -Well, I will Wll'vou, and then yoti must try to remember it," not doubting the pupil understood Ibo UK'aiiing of-llic word "capital]' us used. '*it is V* ash ington, Again he filled the glasses with steady nana. Again Meredith drained his, lurching heavily towards the hat-rack. Then the two locked arms, passing into the black December night The cold wind, contrasting to the close room, drove the alcohol fumes faster to Meredith's brain, loosening his legs and his tongue in equal degree. the river was open to me." Bessie Westchester had soon left her hidden guest, to mingle brightly again with those below; but never had the cordial hospitality of that fair maiden—• of her whole household, in fact—really found so "sweet" that proverbially much-slandered "old word, good-by?" "I wish I knew tcho he was." the younger girl persisted, looking intently into the coals at n dimlysketched procession with background of white lace and orange blossoms. "Caro, after all these dreadful days are over, when peace comes :v;min, you two icill meet again. Maybe this may bring you closer— With smilingej-f and dimpling cheeks •'Wliy. I thomrlit !i« was d«ad Ion;; ago!"'—Detroit Free Press. the Rirl exclaimed Tommy Account* for It. "Yes. sir! Carolyn Clay's soldier, ev'ry inch! ISraves' girl yo' ever heard o\ An' lltt'l Will McKee,"—he gabbled on. with a chuckle—"tha' littl' shrimp!— Peyton, you'd nev' s'pect society beau like him—damn sush pavement!—yqu.-d nev' s'pect shrimp like him—Ivnowl can trust you, ol' boy! But he's riskin' ol' capitol—" Necessary sequel® of a feast properly looked to, though in unusual hasto for a notable housekeeper, Mrs. Gray ha.l dismissed lDer willing servants to rest; and, a little later, her husband had quietly locked the door leading from their wing to the family section of the d veiling. Mr. Fiarg (impressively)—Here is ar. account iu tho paper of one move boy who went into the liver on Sunday and "Never! I will never look upon his face Tlic words were low and slowly spoken, but they had the solemn cadence of a dirge. got drowned. Tommy—I "spect his folks kept liim so bnay through the week goin to school and rniinin errants that he didn't have no chance to leant to swim.—Indianapolis journal. His face wa. gnure and his manr.or wiiolly ibanjfOclfr to tlm boyish exquisite who 'had k |from that house tnty hogrs VemcaL Those v.ere days tliat made many men play strange pert:,; and Willie MeKec was a natural actor. "You cannot tell," Bessie urged. "We may all be one people again some day. No girl can read her own fate, dear; unless—they used to say, now 1 remember, that your willful heart had found its master—" P. S.—The T)r. 1. B. Black-Spiith referred. to in this letter is given a fictitious r.atno heeahse'lie is in the glory world now, and I do riot knftw what' they call him there. B. N. When Peyton Fitzhugh httd fount Carroll Meredith's nightrkey, left him in his room, and turned once more into the night, he muttered to himself: "I may disappoint some colored lodge, for once,'' he had rern&rhed to .his wife, as he pocketed the key; "but to-night even our own eyes and ears are dangerous to trust to." .—• "It disappoints me, Mid day, almost as mueh as yourself." lr» Mkl. quietly. "I had set my heart on getting you across to-night: and I believe you know that to do so I would risk anything, save one—your capture." It Matters Whose CD* Is Ufln-d "Ilush! Oh! if you only knew, Bess!" There was a worl'd of self-pity, nearly as much of self-contempt, in the woman's low tone. "Dear child, living as you lire, seeing only what you see, it is hard indeed to understand us. Amid the privations, the suffering, the danger around me. I should be worse than base Wife—Dear me. it's a rainy Saturday, and I'll have the children racing about tho house all day nail breaking things. nd for a tear my* "A gentleman in soul, with a lDig heart! God forgive the poor fellow— and me! But I had to do it!" And now Bessie Westchester, her becoming ball-dre«& changed for a loo*.e, but equally becoming Wrapper, aguiu nestled on the floor, close to Carolyn Clay, who waited, calm and resolute, as the minutes soed on with feet that Husband—What have done 011 rainy Saturdays? you usually Cotifrliinsc l-eads to Congiimptl#*. Kemp's Balsam will stop the cough at once. Pulling his soft hat down over his face, and throwing the collar of his long ulster high about it, the spy strode l most always resi; TnaT.-^tAe®(fir? cried, impatiently. "1 have no fear. Come, let us start'" Wife—I have usually sent thein to play with Mrs. Jenkinsou's children, but she has moved away.—Boston Glo"be. her, chair