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Tile ! a lv w iel down.' luWouied still.
Thelhtli null Inn open mnllecl
Tow.' i i om When .1' rww was (load
And the i:i l)iii' wa I'liit-M Ills bary child,
This scrlnon sliori in I ho liios-om read:
Tooof'en wo crush wllhoilr careless feet
The flatter!) bt dts in our pains that
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And tin. uiisrlched, wtmid open full and
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When s imincr blossoms were 1 ins tow.
Imnc Penrith's Minnlisitivliig.
Tlio clock t ju t struck three.
It was I. iriile (ifbronw ororijlolu,:
neither was it oiie i f those quaint,
old sentinel-, dt dark wood and
tamishe I giFling Put you some
time i" counter on r.ntique stair.
WHY'S, kc fiing ghostly gha.ld over
the treui o 'givention after goner,
ation It was a trin. compact
little clok. hn'i gh g whore its dial,
like :in i c seemed to lin k through
the t tnr .li'i'li-H't ivmu'i ws ot the
circular stone r mm, a; ! watch the
titles us ti.cy Nurt lek ad forth,
murmur; ' if discontentedly around
the solid itiaMHii v ''n'i'. a dreary,
desolate place, it seemed, prison
like in i's isolation, ai d terr.rie in
its (r.iwi.ii g stre gtk Vet even
there the .grace uiw 'loan's presence
cast ii- visible sig.i a id i token.
Upon tl e I'Mio talih' a vase of late
autumnal flowers glowied in velvety
oarmiiii and gold, amPa round hat
decorated with ti e earl, 't wing of
a truhtcitl bwil lav in1 nil- it
Lucy PAirnR wa- hokiiig from
one df the w u.d.iws a slender.
jirettvgirl, with totiehes of faint
crimsini on either cheek, and violet
grey eves, whtot the deep lights j
geemed"to swiip. Iler black stjff
fress was 'very simple; but (here i
Was a n itler u'.' viv'd M'arlet riblhin
at her throat, and a bunch of eoral- i
red berres in her sninii.ff brown !
braids, heafiiig si cut witness to the
genuine foye, of 'he picturespio.
that exists in every woman's heart!
"1 don't think the sea is very
rough, father."
Isaac i'eniiih d -'liborately folded
hii newsfiapei- inside out, and com
rotneed on a new column, He was
a hard-featured, rugged, old man,
fyh iron-gray hair, and a brow
where the w rinkles stood out like
knotted O ld.
Lucy stole across the stone flikir
aiid Ml In- dimpled lace ' bptweeu
tlie printed pagv tind her father's
)pctacles.
"Now, father, you will row me
across, (tfij father, L never can
iineiid Thaiksgivin;,' evening in
thin dismal fw$, and I promised,
tbem at the tarm-hotise !''
vilasli promises are better bro
ken than kept," si'iitcntiotisly an
swered old Isaac. ,
" ljut it was not a rash promiw,
tHtber.' All the yotitlg people afe
to be there, and Philip Martin"
She stopped abruptly, checked
by the. dark frown that corrugated
Iwr father's brow.
Tliilip Martin ! I tell you, Lucy,
ri!Kear no' more idle nonwiise
alKwt. that ly. It was Philip
Martin whoso . father tried to be
keeper of the lighthouse in my
itejtd--a bad, btok-hearted, man (
mfM !" braiiisb off thp oft.',
tree, YV gi:tail. And"
But Lucy was crying, with her
head on lre!r fetltert shiffldeVs.
IWitmiwan, RHentea wilhiiiitm;,!
"Pm a cross old
iia,bear, I kuo,4'
ltttH&dfi baste to utter, fiaWm I
"Onh ft !ti
Wli hi
ought ti. lie a lillle keerl'd what I
say. Ilo i'i cry, little one, there!
i'll row ye ero-s if ye sny so; tau.'t
i ear dark yet, and it is rather hard
on a yoiii.g ual like. you to live in
this stune dungeon yeai in and year
Hit . ! wis.h 1 i adn't told Hnn I"'
c.iiild lave the day to himself.
1'iit. never mind ; i'll Ih Inick lung
Ik'Hic lightin' lime."
l.iicy iifihtened lip like a rose
after a shower.
"Oii, father, I am so glad ! I do
so want to gu."
She triiK'(l haekward and for
ward, adjusting the rnund hat
with the scarlet Mm, ( dding tlie
brown shawl, and re-arrai.trii g ti c
eotal Verries in her hair, while old
Isaac, with his Tnr eaji mi, and his
hands in the pocket en.i!, watched
her with a tiroud, amused sense of
proprietorship.
"She's more like one; o' tl em
toiviirii liirds with plumajre Iiko
Ore, And little, glancin' ways, than
she is like a human eritter!
thought the light-houekecier "1
know I am goin' clean nt;iii a'l
rules aim regulations, leavin' the
place alone; hut 'twon'l lie bfltfof
a tew minutes, and I dim t ike to
disapiiiit the gal, her heart's so
kiiihi sot oi)'t! I've got to lie
ail i r and mother both to the child
a d she's a good gal and a
V ttv one, too, it she dues happen
to lie lsa;u: I'e' rith's darter."
' i'll carry the lluwers over,
!iiil cr," said Lucy, removing them
lii in the vase,, and wrapping a bit
ot' paper found the damp stems.
'Tltero is not much left, in the tann
hi.iisv gaen, and they'll help to
make the Thanksgiving tabe gay.
Now. rhi her I'm rendv!"
1 'And as (vane Penrith pulled the
shell-like lillle Ixiat out to sea, with
the lung, steady, Vigorous sto.kes
that Ix'tokcncd his daily habitation
to li e ott the deep, he fell into a
musing remembrance of the far-
away HiantCKgiViiigs of Ins youth,
with tlir rains of red and golden
leaves, ai l the odor of sweet fern
in the pastures, and the old ml
farmhouse airm g the b'eak New
lviglanl liilis! And unconsciously
'.he mar .f the green, translucent
tide-lieeame the wail of wind in
upland lorests,aiid Lucy's blooming
taw oi"isite him seemed her
mother's smiling out from the mists
of years,
Norwastlie salt drop on old
Isaac's clieek l'ie H'rny Ti,n
steadily dipping oar.
Lucy Penrith sprang lightly to
her leet, as the keel of the boat
giated sottly oil the smooth shin
i, g sand of the lieach.
"Voii wi I walk tm to the house
with' me, father.' See how high
the stui is!"
Ishah stopped and ' secured his
bdftt to a heavy projecting rock by
means of a loop of heavy roe.
" "i'll go.' iie'saidLriefiy, adding
within himself, "and if Philip Mar
tin's there, l'll lriiig her back with
me again. I don't like his father's
son!
The ; old brown honse stood a
little way back on the beach, with
a smooth stretch of silvery sand in
front, and n claster of blnek green
cedars in the rear, tossing their
plumy hands about in the bluster
ing salt-sccntsd gale, and a group
of merry-makers, young and old,
in their Thanksgiving habiliments,
were on the porch awaiting the
arrival of the newcomers.
"Oh, JLucy, . we thought you
never were coming! ' said a bright
eyed little damsel,whose hair was
ibWwing abotii Iter face like a mist
of rippled gold ;'" what' made you
no )ate; A'lidiPlifl Martin "
l Lucy'ii' appealing, lrightcned
ghnce stopped tbe halt-uttered
sentence short; but Isaac Penrith
had caught its meaning
daughter aside as the group luvrriesl 1
mefrily into the house once more,
where 8 fire of drift wood blazed
redly in the huge oiil-'ashi-uie'l
fireplace, and lite '"old Jienple,' in
caps and biass-buitoi.ed suit), were
piitriiis? around the geli'ial gV.w
1 ticv is there anvtlmitt U-iwrcn
un and and Dorr .V,aWii.Km
.' lie colott'll anu tun e" i
awav while tears sprang to her eyes. ;
I I ...1 I,...- In,...'
" ,ell me," he url, sternly
-.'rasping her arm;, "I will have no
mote hal "-confidence. lias he
a.-kcd you to lie his we?"
Ves. father."
" nd yon what auswerdid you
make?'
"f alher," simji'y answered Lucy
with her vio'et eyes raised to his,
"i love him!"
"i hild, answered Isaac Pemith,
"conquer this idle tolly as liPst you
may. 1 never Will give my
daii!hter to Philip Aiar'in! S'oiiow
you know my will' and determin
ation in the matter."
He turned abruptly away, re
leasing Lucy to the demands of
I all' a dozen nleadii '' bird-voiced
girls, while lie hinwBlf brieriy de
clined the kindly oilers of hospital
ity that beset him on every side.
"I must lie guin' batik, friends,"
he said, " 'T wasn't liiivly right to
come over, but Puey was so set
on't, and I musn't lose no more
time Py the looks ' tlie clouds
we'll have a stormy night, and the
Lord help tbem that ate out to sea
a oi ig this cruel shore!"
And so he lde the revellers a
"(iood-night," and looked his last
at the ruddy glow ofthe drift-wood
tire, and Pi icy's sweet face, tlushed
by i'.s radiance or something else
as she stood adjusting a late rose
in liarba'ra (.'line's gold,mjsted
hair.
"I'll walk down to the shore
with ye, neighbor Penrith," said
old Truman ( line, pulling On his
dreadnaught coat. "Somehow,
I've been a sailor so long, I can't
bear to keep indoor when the wind
is blowiu' up like it does now !"
The late Autumnal sunset was
fringing the overhanging clouds
with sullen fire such tire as b.'rns
itself out in stormy refiections, leav.
ing a track like bloody footsteps
across the tides the winds were
moaning sullenly along the barren
shore, and the distant thunder of
the ground swell sounded like the
bass chords of i attire'.-organ.
"You're right, Isac," said Tru
man Cliffe. "It's goin' to be an
awful night! There's mischief in
them clouds, and if ever there was
murder in the sound of the break
ers, it's there to-night Why,
what's the matter?"
For Isaac Penrith had uttered a
cry that made the old sailor's blood
grow chil in his veins. .
"The boat! Merciful Father, the
boat has gone !"
It was true ; the loop had some
how become loosed, and the little
hark was rucking somewhere on
the waves, beyond sight of sound.
"Truman, 1 must have your boat
as quick as possible. The sun is
nearly down, but I can reach the
light-house yet before lighting
time !"
He spoke in a husky voice,
while the beating of his heart
seemed like the strokes of a muffled
drum.
Truman Cliffe turned with, a
dismayed face towards his old
companion.
"Our boat is down to Kilcoran,
with Jared and his girls; they
won't be back until to-morrow
mornin' !"
.There was an instant's silence,
and then Isaac spoke, still in the
same hoarse, unnatural voice,
"Is there no other boat that I
could get?"
"there's HiiEhDannellv'sd
to the Point hut t ho, fur a milaa
"I'l go for it."
Truman stopped him, as he was
turning blindly toward the shore.
"No, baac, your lame a d stiff,
and I am a good walker. Keep
Your strength tnr the hard Mwiii
i y"uMM nvP u .t,. I'll hark
j as ipi ck as mortal man can go and
come, ."it down on the rock, old
friend, and rest you're trembling
like a leal."
baac Penrith obeyed, mechan
ically, and dropping his bead upon
his hands he sat motionless, while
the bloody track iimiii the waves
grew purple and more indistinct,
and the far-off thunder of the
ground swell seemed to utter
menaces in his ear.
i wo miles away ! and the brief
twilight was aliieady setting in!
I low, slowly Truman i 'liffe plodded
along; and yet tiMiise idiots on the
shore 11 always ca'led him a
swift walker, lie would go him
self and he started up only to sink
back again weak and help ess
"j have no strength left," he
thought. "1 must wait; I must
wait fin- that snail to creep along
the sands. They were right ; it,
will be a fearful night at sea ! And
there is no light in tbe light-houw
to warn homeward-bound ships off
the reel !"
As he closed his eyes he could
almost see the stately ships drifting
upon their death, and going t"
pieces along the sunken rocks, while
their crew were looking out in vain
for the red signal star of d anger!
lie could hear tbe creak and groan
of shivering timliers the crash of
mast and yard-arm the shriek of
human creatures! lie shuddered
convulsively.
"And I shall lie a murderer! 0,
God ! why did I desert my post ?"
And in this moment of agony
and repentance, Dorr Martin's
modking face rose up before him,
full of evil exultation.
"He always said I could not be
trusted, and he was right."
Dorr Martin's triumph was the
bitterest drop in the bitter cup that
Isaac Penrith drained to the dregs
that stormy night ! .
"The sun has set the hour of
grace has past," he muttered to
himself. "I will not live to have
widows asking me where, are the
husbands who perished on those
reefs t will not look little children
in their faces and hear them whis
per that I murdered their father!
I will not see Dorr Martin triumph
in my ruin ! No ; better a quiet
orave at the bottom of the sea,
than a lite of remorse and dishonor!
My little I.ticy had better mourn
me dead than live to blush, for me!
(iond.hye, my fair-haired darling!
I shall see your bonny face no more!"
How the wind blew his gray,
uncovered hair about, as, mur
muring a faint halfforgotten prayer,
he crept down to the beach, going
to seek his death where the cruel,
white fringed waves writhed along
the shore. An instant lie paused,
to, look a last adieu to the world,
the sky, the tarspreadi- g shore,
when all of a sudden a wild shriek
broke from his parched lips.
For, like a red star, trailing its
glory along the tumultuous sea,
the light ofthe light-house streamed
upon his vision! The danger sigpal
the steady finger of lire held up
to bid a hundred crafts 'beware !'
the beacon tor which many an
anxious helmsman was gazing out
into the night! lie was not dream
ing, his senses were not benumbed,
yet the light was all in a blaze in
its huge crystal lantern, and he
was guiltless ofthe weight of crime
and misery that had so nearly
weighed him down.
When Truman Cliffe rowed up
to the Bhore an hour afterward, lie
found Isaac Penrith kneeling on
tbe wet sand, with forehead against
tbexiU white wk. I II'!
"Well, I say fork !" ejaculated
Truman. "Yon hah 't lieen to the
light-hiinse ami liack, 'canst1 you
hain't gi t wil y-, and none but a
I "i iitli '.I li-l LI.'J
DTii coiiiii na none in u no ugiiie!i
"I
V"
"I don't know, (iive me the
oars, quirk, t iii'e."
Truman started, but mnde room
tor the keejier, a, d gave' up the
oars. N' t a word was exel anged
between them, as Isaac rowwl ith
gia.jt strokes, a d the little boat
danced over the troubled 'oi lows
swift ami light as a floating leaf.
Nearer a .d neat nr tilo wed the gi
gantic star, closer and closer its
glory seemed to shine, until at
length Isaac Penrith sprang upon
tiie stone ledi.'e. and rushed two
steps at a time up tiie first stair
way, and into the antern-room.
"Philip Martin!"
".'dr. Penrith!"
"You you li'Jthted the signal?'"
"I did. I came over to briug
I ticy to shore, and found the light,
(urnse empty, df course I conclui
ed something was wrong, sei I went
on duty myself until 1 should .hear
from yon."
Isaac Penrith wrung the young
man's hand.
"Philip if-if there had been
no light on the reefs all this night
ymir father w. mid have been keep
er to-morrow, and I should have
been a ruined man!"
The deep Co or rise into Philip
.Man in's cheek.
"If I had lieen a villain, Mr.
Penrith, 1 should not be Philip
Martin!"
"God bless you Phiip; God
blesa you!" mui-mured the old
man. "I shall never forgot this
ki. dh oitieey ti have dure me !"
"Hut Lucy?"
"Lucy is .'ver at Cliff's. Take
the Imat Philip, and go join her.
frumaii isboow. And Philip "
".sir?"
"Tell her well, tell her what
you like."
The old man smiled faintly as he
saw the warm rlnsh deecii ou Mar
tin's bronzed cheek, and the next
moment he was, alone.
Philip knew .that the coveted
nriz was bis fit lat nn.l tlm liitU
, .. ..... ... ... , . . . . . . Vi,j imv.v
boat flew back over the waves
almost like an enchanted bark.
And throughout all the rejoioing
nation tlat night,, there wa,s,Vio
Thanksgiving half so fervent as
that breathed ft), the light-house
"Ira nic t-euoi smi imew urn; v
fiery lines far wit to sea, aiid the
tog ami mist brooded like a phan
tom over the lace of the great
A man. who had recently been
elected a major of militia, and AMo
was not overburdened with brains,
took it into his head on the morn
ing of a parade to exercise a : little
by himself. Tha field selected for
this purpose washisow.i apartment.
Placing himself iii a military atti
tude, with his swohl drawn, lie ex
claimed : "Attention company I
Hear rank, three paces, march !''
and ho tumbled down info the cel
lar. His wife hearing the racket,
came in, saying, My dear, bav
you kil ed yourself?" "Go about V
your business, wtaan," said the
hero; "what do you know about
war?" ' '
At a recent meeting of the Kdin
burg Botanical SJooii iy, Mr. Janoe
McXab, curator of the Hoyal Bo
tetiic (hardens, idtoli'veied a lectin,
on the change f'tjlimat, in Scot
land. During the last fifty yer
the summer beat has considerably
lessened, and he proposes $6 ap
pointment of a central coramitte
to' investigate the cause at,,tta
change.
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Only six cases ot small pox M
tbe pest house in San Frmwt v
tike 27th nfc-u-j o t X k.
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