t
rAClSO THE HEIGHTS.
flnestb song itmtwa slog li
tut a nail one I
Hin Urn preaeuee that we bring li
Not a gnu ouei
Mu.t w vou , my heart and I -HI-kj
10 wutou tbe world run by,
Wl.; w two (it back and ery
Wearily? .
What? lathi our (trait f and Duly
t i ii ioi r
I Ri'pu glvcu up and duly
Hlrivi-d and oroaaed T
Vmii( huari I Cau not you and I
, Yun uuirudclmi ft unlry try,
hatbor lUa.i lie down and die
t'rtailly T
f-tvnu to me tba li 111a glow greenly
Ovtr ilir.
f our ri baa wmil u niennly,
Can 'l we lai T
li u itudK it, ynu aD I,
Heart, to wlieru I hoe new Iniirii lie;
Ia I di bid tliB oid a-mid-Lys
Clirerllyl
munm axd high k it.
In a sick room tlio little night lump
burned, and on a soft white bod a rich
meadows and pastures. Excelsior's mil
lions had alt disappeared with the city-
he possessed nothinor but what he had on
. . . . . .
and hi riding whip.
His thoughts wandered. lie wan ob
liged to stand "till for an instant until he
oonld rocover hut senses. Then be on
tered the village, and in a proud, over
I bearing manner asked the rlrut best peas
ant lie met of tlie citr a whereabout.
"hh said the peasant, "dont speak
so snappishly, and if you expect to be
answered stop flourishing your whip
around my nose. Of tbe city which you
montion, my fine fellow, I know nothing
in fact l never heard of it.
Excelsior turned around and knotted
I his fists. It Boomed impossible for him
to govern his pride I And yet, what had
he now to be proad of? And still his
heart swelled within him at the prcsump
tion of the peasant.
"I will have nobody noar me who does
not make obeisance!" said he to himself.
"I will be higher than all men!" And
his eyes wandered to the mountain's side
old man lay dying. The furniture about and followed the mountain path which
him was of the eostliost kind imaginable; led upward from hoight to height. All
beautiful paintings in heavy gold frames his thoughts centered in this one anibi
it ... . II.. . . - ..I . - . I . . illl! t ... 1 1 .11
bung from tlio walls, and a single piece
of block tapestry covered the floor to tlio
remotest corner. But the luxurious
surroundings couldn't save the old man
he must die.
His son stood near the boil, and the
old man spoke to him:
"You will be vory rich after my
death," said he with great effort; "you
will possess millions, my son. On tins
tion: "Higher and higher, above all
men up, up the mountain!"
He went forth on the meadow way full
of angry feeling. Tbe voices of little
children at length aroused him from his
brooding; a half dozen of them were
playing with a little water wheel, and a
little girl stood with naked feet in the
brook and plucked forget-me-nots from
the grassy bunk. Hho looked curiously
account many will oxalt you to tlie skies at the strungo, haughty youth.
as if you, compared to them, wero on a
higher plane, and your heart is naturally
inclined to be proud. I fear you will
evon have a higher opinion of yourself
than those who strive to honor you. Do
not fall into this error, my son. Your
name, Excelsior, signifies, it is truo,
highor and highor; but oh, onduuvor to
become more and more lowly in heart.
Wealth is either a curse or a blowing;
the curse lives high, the blessing deep."
He would have said more, but could
not death scaled his lips.
Tho son was a well built, handsome
youth. He possessed, however, a mouth
which looked as if it had never smiled,
eyebrows that nearly mot over his noso,
and sensitive quivoring nostrils. It is
said that persons of this description have
ungovernable pride, He looked down
on tho lips of his father that had so re
cently spoken to him, but which wore
now silent in death, and proudly ex
olaimod: "Yes, I am called Excelsior, and high
er and highor shall bo my aim!"
It happened as his father had prophe
sied. After he came into possession of
his property pooplo heaped groat honors
upon him. Humblo pooplo lauded him
to tho skies, poor people fluttered him
and often asked alms.
This was certainly not new to tho prond
"He is very sad," whispered the chil
dren, and the little girl with the naked
feet patted out of the water, and looked
on him with compassion as he came
along.
"There, man I" said she, and reached
him out a handful of forget-me-nots.
Sho mado a quaint little courtesy, and
the other children giggled.
"Clot out of the way, you little brat,
breast and looked around. Nothing
moved but himself. White and Kleam
ing lay the snow around him, no foot
steps, no bird trail m it so far as bis eye
could reach. Silence reiirnod every
where. He heard do sound but the
the humming of blood in his ears.
was now so excessively cold it seemed to
freeze his entire body, but as he stooi
thero all alone it seemed to him as i
there was one coldor place than all else,
and that place was within bis heart
around his heart. How strange!
And now should he really carry ou
his ambition, and remain here high
above all, as be had desired?
His thoughts became fixed and im
movable, and bis heart appeared as if
it wouiu stand still also! in loct, it
seemed to him as if he no longer ha
any nso for thoughts, and na further
need of a heart, and he couldn't help
shuddering. He would almost have re-
i'oiced if a cry or the sound of a whip
lad pierced the air, if somebody were
tlioro to mako him angry. But all was
still silont as death.
He stepped forward to the place where
the still water oozed forth from the snow,
All at once he stooped down. In the
snow water grew a little green, and on
the greon bloomed little blue flowers
Ihey were forget-me-nots hko those
the wanderer finds on tlie Alps near the
snow.
"Forget-me-nots!" said Excelsior, and
sat down on the snow, "rorget-me
nots!"
His voice trembled as he uttered the
word, and his hand passed lightly vory
lightly over tlie flowers. ins eyes
nilod, and suddenly two tears stole lortu
and foil in the cold snow water! Ho
bowed himself lowor and lower, clear
down to the tender blue flowers, and
they seemed to be no longer flowers,
but dear, sad, blue child eyes that
opened wide and looked at him.
"I know you!" nodded poor Excelsior,
"I know you very well, and the red
flowers with his riding whip
On the little ono's hands thero burned
a red streak; the ilowers fell in the grass.
The proud Excelsior hoard a light sob
one of those littlo heartbroken sobs
such as only a child cun give, and ho
turned his head for an instant. There
ho saw tho grieved, beautiful littlo face
with tho flaxen hair fulling over it, and
groat blue swimming eyos and he also
suw tho flowers in the grass.
He proceeded on his way, and climbed
for about an hour, but in his cars ho
eontinuully heard tho sob of the littlo
child, and his eyes soomod to bo unablo
to shut from thoir vision the poor erea
turo whose eyes wore so blue and
as gniloss as tho flowers ho had dospiHod.
it put linn out ol humor, and so by de
grees tho memory faded away.
In tho mountain forest ho encountered
a woodcutter and a couple of gamekoop-
young man, for many hod done this even ers' boys. It seemed to him they made
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iu uio luiuui a luuiiuii', mil, iiii iu were i menu in mm, uuu us no punnou uy uioy
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exclaimed Excelsior, and struck at tho B.treak over tlie Poor llttl lianil. anJ the
now such hosts
that tho fow who refrained from so doi'ig
Docamo coiiHpiouous. lie wan often
obliged to eonvorso with the lutler, and
when they spoke in his presence and
laughed as freely as if nothing hud hap
temples ; ho grasped ,tho whip still
tighter, ground his tooth, and muttorod
"Higher and highor."
The forost ended in wild ravines.
abysses yawnod at tho side, and roaring
penod to him, his mouth pressed itself waterfalls lcopod into the depths. Then
still closer together, his eyebrows cume
nearer one another, and his nostrils
quivered still more proudly. And yet
thoso people so unawod before him olten
possessed only a to dollars on which to
live, while ho was lord over so
millions.
many
"Exoolsior I am called," he would say
to himself, "mid I will soo tliem all be
neath me."
Ho endeavored to got the fate of all
such people in his hands, and with the
holp of his money often succeeded.
Then, of course, they bowed to him
humbly enough. When ono way failed
to bring tliotu to his foot, ho tried an
other. To those who mot him with pride
ho meted out more prido, Pooplo fearod
and hutod him, and ridiculed him behind
his back. And yet ho did not for an in
stant realize how cold and louesouiti it
was around him.
One day ho went forth into his gardon.
Iho hitter extended some distance, und
lost itself iu shrubberv and trees. He
had in bis hand a little ridiutr whin with tamed there extended a
which he slashed tho flowers right and ri,lgo of loose boulders,
left the littlo flowers that dared to raiso
themselves so foarlessly in the air. lie
at lust reached tho end of the garden,
passed through the shrubbery, and dis.
iipnoared iu the forost.
Up to this time he had not met a soul,
but iu the wood sat an old man on a Htono
bench by the way, who looked very much
like a beggar, for he was raguod uud had
a stick and a wallet by him, and was
chewing a crust of bread. The dirty hat
on his head must have been twenty years
old. As Excelsior passed by tho old man
made no complaint nuked no alms. Ho
neither stood up, nor grabbed after his
hat, nor spoke a syllable. In fact, ho did
not even look at him.
"How'a this?" said Excelsior, turning
abruptly around.
The bccL'iir paid no hoed to him; lm
continued to much his broad.
"Don't you know that' I am master
hero," said Excelsior, and his forehead
roddenod with rage.
No answer.
Excelsior's riding whin flew whistling
through the air, struck the old dirty hat
from tbe beggar's head, and caused it to
roll on the ground. And with this he
i it. . ii.
cunuunivi uis walk
came the high meadows, with cowkeep
ers cottages, and cows and herds of
goats. Tho grass was full of fragrant
rlowors, and the cuttle, as they movod
about, tinkled little bells. As Excelsior
crawlod through tho last rustic fence, he
drow breath and looked around. Far,
fur beneath him sloped the mountain
side, and iu the depth below were the
pousant's houses, as diminutive as littlo
toys. A cool wind blow around him and
ho sat in the majestic emptiness of soli
tilde as something ho hud for a long time
dosirod.
He heard a whistle overhead, and look
ing up he saw on tho highest visible peak
the tiny form of a boy who had tended
his flocks. "Higher and higher," ho
said within himself, "over all life, high
up above all."
His feet wero tired with their unusual
climbing, but ho preferred not to rest
until he hud mounted one peak higher
than tho ono on w hich tho goatherd sat.
Beyond tho peak which ho at length at-
plum near to a
Here Excelsior
discovered a cave, uud in it he sought
shelter for tho uight, as it was already
dai'K. A sudden weunnoRH overcamo him
and ho soon became unconscious of all
around.
How long ho slept ho could not toll,
but it was day wheu lie stepped forth
from tlio cave. Tho wind sighed around
him. Fiiio mist smote him on the head,
und ho was cold. After ho had climbed
a short distuueo ho turned buck, intend
ing to seek the cave. Just at that in
stant a root-scokor, with his basket on
his back and his Alpino stick in hand,
darted around a corner from below, and
he also sought the cuvo.
"Hollo! comrade, 'criod tho strauger
to Excelsior, "come down here ; this
niche is big enough for both of us."
"Higher and higher," munnurod Ex
celsior, haughtily, and again started up
ward. His hail was dump, and his
clothes also, and as he touched tho for
mer it was long as a woman's, and his
garments seemed to him woudorfnlly old
und shabby.
But he hud but littlo time to think of
these, for he must pnv strict attention to
where ho stepped. The road was muddy
and wet, more than once he tripped over
flowers that lay in the grass. Everything
elso havo I forgotten but not this." It
seemed to him as if he heard the little
heartbroken sob of a child, and yet he
knew it must have como from himself.
He buried his face iu his hands and
sat tlioro for a long timo.
At length ho stood up. "There is
nothing more precious than the warm
hearts of men!" he exclaimed. "I will
see if I can not force my way between
thorn again, for I am frozen through and
through."
And now ho began to descend the
mountain as rapidly as ho could. It was
not eusy work, for whore eurly meudow
greon hud boon thore now luy snow, "It
is very strange!" thought Excolsior, "it
is just as if it were winter time." And
us he glanced down at bis hands he
noticed for the first time his beard of
fine, long hair, and he was startled, for
ins hands were wrinkled and old, and
his beard whito as snow. He had be
come an old mun, and yet how could
this be, as he had only been two days on
tno mountain!
Tho greatest surpriso was yet to come
As he loft the mountain forot behind
him he found it was already uitrlit. and
beneath him he saw a lighted city, like a
vast luminous sea. no could not quiet
tho fierce beating of his heart. Faster
and faster ho strode down the mountain
iiath until he reached the first street. It
was his own native city again.
Tho winter like streets wero crowdod
with many people, and thore was a fra
grance of pines and evergreens in the
air, and tho smell of wax tapers. Pres
ently the bells began to ring. In a church
ho heard singing the tine singing of lit
tlo children s voicos. fie went in.
"Christmas night," said ho to himself,
and he was thrilled with great happiness.
The entire church was full of children.
they hud littlo wax topers stuck up bo-
lore thorn or hold them in their hands
Tho thousand tiny flumes illuminated as
many huppy child fucos. Chandeliers
brilliantly lighted hung from tho ceiling,
and a little grove of ilr trees in Christ
mas dress glittered at the side of the
altar.
The organ played and tho children
sang. Some of them slyly blew each
other's lights out, and theso Bought to
light them again from their neighbors,
and once in a while one of the little chil
drou would cry out as if hurt.
There stood tho poor old Excolsior
back behind tho wall looking fixedly iu a
littlo child's face a littlo child with rosy
cneeKs,
eyes. All at onco sho hold up hor little
light, and Excelsior Baw a littlo rod
streak across her hand. .
"vtnore dni you get mut? no anx
iouBly asked, leaning forward and point
ing to the scar.
"The boy next to 1110 hit mo on tho
haud with his candle but it doosu't
hurt, said sho sweetly, "Ho didn't mean
to do it
LITTLE BROWN GLOYES.
I Mannincr. if I did not. She would have
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llCr at UCr UUUSO 11(111 IUD Miiio, KUU 111-
"Now. Fred, do ro to the Wilkins' , deed she did make a very delightful ol
with us to-morrow night 1" coaxed my : dition to our little circle
Bister ueii, standing a step uiguer 10
bring her face on a level with mine
Bell has followed me to tlie front door,
as I leave for "down town" after break
fast. "Bah, Bell !" I reply, "you know I
can't bear tho Wilkins girls."
"Well, Fred, I know they are rather
drowzy and llut, but they're good-hearted
girls, and they've got a lovely cousin
visiting them. Oh, I know you would
like Alice Manning 1"
"Bis, I'm a sworn old bachelor 1 No
doubt Miss Manning is an angel, but it
isn't worth while for me to go to Wilkins'
to see her I'll provide you an escort,
though, if I don't go myself."
"I mean to coax you to go, so you may
as well give in."
Bell gave me a little sisterly slap, by
way of a parting salutation, and I went
off.
I usually walk up town for the exer
cise, bus when it begins to sprinkle
sharply, and a follow has a speck and
span new pair of "oh-no-wo-nover-mcn-
tion-ems" on, why he's apt to fly to a
street car.
That is, I didn't fly, I walked sedately
up, and stepped on board a Ninth street
car.
Now it may be that there is a predica
ment more mortifying to a well-dressed
fellow than to step into a car in the rain,
and he slips his hand into his pocket for
the fare, to find that in changing clothes
he has left his purso, money, car-tickets
and all, in his other breeches pockets.
It mav be, 1 say, but 1 never got into
it. I discovered the awful truth just as
the conductor opened the upper door
What in the world was I to do
Beat an ignominous retreat?
Oh, never 1
Ask tho conductor to wait till I got the
change at the omce I
Did evor a conductor do such a thing
in his lifer
I glanced round the car. Not a soul
whom I knew and could ask a loan of,
Two or throe frowzy Dutch women going
to market, a nurse with a baby, some
laboring men, three or four dapper
clerks, and a young lady in black cash
mere, with a pretty little hand withont
glove, and a veil over her face, so that I
conldn t see what she looked like.
No hope or help for mo hero, that was
ploiu. lo get out was all I could do.
with the prospect of walking a mile in
the rain without an umbrella. I was just
about rising to put my projoct into exe
cution, when the young lady in black
rose, pulled the strap, and passod down
Buslnesg Women.
The Chicago women n.i 1.1
. ..... v i ,i I -" IRfll ninn Ti 1
I declared to myself that i cared notn- Trade, and are AnvnUZ 1 .
. a l T 1 1 I ' "vmuh
thoir
i. a 1-. ,m tiii I wa a frntti n cr tri rui i x . ,
ingaimui, nut, uu e -o m, unco w tuo important H
very fond of staying at home when she 'pUt8 and "calls" fnotTf .1 .H
.:u T)ll n, nf rmi'nir nut. v t h thflm .il 41.- ...... . . .F.l a bab.
1 Ufl Willi l"- 'l v t1"'"0
whenever they would allow me to be
their escort.
One morning she came over to our
house, and asked Bell to go out shopping Board" the other day ami V
with her. Bell persuaded her to stay whot he saw and heard:
until after dinner, and go out in mo ai- At this point the I
teruoon. mule object enters tlm run s
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acter) the rise and fall of wheat '
fluctuations of nork nn.i i..
KniSf Y.mporary, gj
Miss Manning consented, und so wneu "Well, Mr. Marsh "
room.
gaja one
I went home I found her thore at noon, ladios, inquiringly; and "wli i
After dinner, as they had arranged, tho rest, suspending their nLiij
needle. J
just toucheil
they prepared to go out. Miss Manning and looking up expectantly
va .Wusm.l in u. imttv suit of some I "Qnlln. lv..:i. . r'
brown stuff, trimmed with a wavy kind
of fringe, silk I suppose, but I don't
know how to doscribo women's flim-flams,
you know.
bhe had on a hat to match, and sue
laughed as she put on a pair of black
gloves, saying to Bell, with one little
hand out:
"See, these are a lovely match, aren't
they? I'm going to get some to wear
with this suit, this afternoon. I lost my
best brown ones about two weeks ago,
and have neglected to get any inoro.
the car to tho rear door.
I sat still a moment to give her room.
hen, as she brushed by me, I felt a soft
littlo hund slip some hard substance into
1111110. I glanced clown; it was a silver
quurtor-pioco. I spiang up; but tho car
wus moving, and I only caught a glimpse
01 nor nguro disappearing in the door
way ot a storo across the sidewalk.
Bless the girl! Sho had taken in the
aw kwurdnessof my position uud hastened,
in the Kindness of her heart to relioVe it.
Seller April's
cries Marsh.
"What is solleT April?" asks L
spokesman. "
"Why, I've just told you-i
April?'8" d y" mean b
I'Tt'u n.l,nr,l
isn't it?" Bii(rWKt nr.. T.ett4
hesitatingly.
"Yes' says Marsh, "it's w
time. Don't you remember youTj
me to sell five wheat seller Apru
"I thoncht it ivaa !i(VM l,.i'
Bell went out for something just then, five," said the school principal C'
and with a sudden impulse I went up to 'West Division.
Alice Manning and said: "Of course," savs Marsh alim
"Miss Manning, do you know where patiently; "when" I say '
von lost vnur d-Iovpr? " moo Klinn 1,, ,!.! J
"No, I don't," she answered. "I had
them in my hand, bnt not put on, and I
never missed them till I got home to
aunt Laura's. Why did you ask, Mr.
Somers?"
"Was it a rainy morning?" I per
sisted, ignoring her question, and look
ing straight into her sweet eyes.
"Yes," said she. and all at'once turned
rosy-red all over her sweet face.
" I'll toll you why," soid I, bending asks tho leader of the brigade on Z
very close down and speaking low. "Be- Board of Trade.
cause, one rainy morning two weeks "Made! Why, if you close the;
arm T mnt. on nnrrnl in n Vinf n.uti-nof io I .. 1 A.-r? ,, "vlj
"Cl " , ..w ....w... . M aiimu nuvvivui, , 1IIIW. Villi 1IIHH 3lZil
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uuu 11 sue lust ner uiow 11 gloves, wiiy x
found them, and if she'll let me, I'll call
at her Aunt Laura's to-night and give
them to her. May I?"
"Yos," said Alice: and Bell's voice
sounding at the door, I turned away
without a single word more.
But I culled at the Wilkin s house that
evening, and inBteed of asking for "the
ladies," as usual, I asked only for Miss
Manning.
She came in directly, and after we had
chatted a moment, though I noticed that
she seemed very mucn embarrassed, and
not liko her easv self. I went over und
sat down beside her, and took the little
mean 5000 bushels,
'I don't see why you can't mi.
plain terms what you've done " '...
schoolmu'am.
"I do," retorts Marsh: "bnt v,,., .1
understand the terms. You ordered
to sell five wheat 5000 bushels
April that is, for April delivery &
sold it for 4 y, . The market has iiL!
vanoed to hy"
mr.i l I i
u en, now muou nave we ma,'
brown gloves from my pocket, laid them
on uer lap, and said:
"Aro these yours, Miss Manning?
She looked at them a moment, and
answered:
"Yos, they are certainly mine, but I
don't know yet where you found them."
1 11 toll you. Ihey dropped into mv lnttinir an mnniiD1
mp iieu yuu uiu me me most aencaie
act of kindness I ever received iu my
life." J
"Lose 25!" exclaimed the h,W
lators, in chorus.
"les," says Marsh; "that's neurit
apiece. But you am t obhgod to close
aeai now, now know.
"Ah!" sighed the chorus, with evij,
reiioi.
i . 1 . i: lr i
vu, iiui uuu mi ues aiarsu, jooq
hold on till April if you want tn J
tho market may drop again before til
time."
"What if it should drop?" asksSI
bondholder, somewhat doubtfully,
"Well, if it drops cent, von ti
come out even; if it goes still lower 4
ii i I. i.i
win mane money.
"But if it should keop going np?"
"In that case you'd lose more d
more all the time, replies Marsh.
"Isn't there some way of comDromi
ing tho thing without 'closing the deal
as you call i - wouldn't we get rid
me speculation, you know, with
"I'm sure I didn't know it was von
And should I do less thou let her kind- then," soid Alice, blushing furiously. "I
nesswork its will? No, indeed! I. put don't know what possessed me, but I saw
mat quarter into the conductors hand, that vou were a eontlenian. and I felt sn
received the fifteen cents in change, and sorry for you. and so. before I thancht.
as I dropped it into my pocket, I picked it was done!"
up something unpercoived before, which "And I've been longing ever since to
hod fallen into my lop. It was a little find you out. I didn't see your face, you
pair of brown kid gloves, cunningly know."
"JNo, when I met you. tho verv next
night, I was glad I had my veil on, for I
recognized you ut once. Whut must you
have thought of my boldness?" blushinc
deeper, and turning her face away.
iuougnt! miss Alice, 1 havent known
you very long, but I can't help telling
you that I lost my heart to that darling
roiieu up, in a lusnion mat women uu
dorstand. and tucked into each other.
I hod seen those gloves only a moment
beiore lying in tho lap of the lady oppo
site wnon 1 glanced at her pretty hand,
They wero hers. It might be there was a
name in them somewhere, and I should
find out who she was. But not hero. I
"Hardly," replied tho broker.
"Well, says the school-teacher, '
made G2 cents apiece yesterday, so if
'close tho deal' now we won't bert,
much out. Only I wish I had saved
62 cents for this emergency."
The other ladies acquiesced in tt
view, and Marsh is directed to "close
deal." He loaves with the intention
doing so. Chicago leader.
Animal Longevity.
A tortoise which died in the Bishop
Peterborough's garden in 1821.
more than 220 years of age, and one V
longing to Archbishop Laud died frc
neglect at the age of 128 years. As tl
fishes, the pike has been said to lire I
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,.. .i k i i. i .1 x . " : re veiira. uuu uie carp ior years.
.juiy ,unuuu vuo .uiu giuvw out oi gin in mo street car, and me other half ls hfchlv probable that the rinntietu
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sight in my coat-pocket, until I stood in
my own otneo.
I hen I took them out. straiirh toned
them over of my knoe, and exomiued
them. They were little, soft, dainty
things with threo tiny gilt buttons, and a
faint perfume, resembling roses, linger
ing about them. But thore was no name
anywhere no clow at all to thoir owner's
whoreabouts.
'Never mind, I'll keep 'eml" suid I
reverently, folding them and putting
them bock, this time into my breast
pocket, "I'll meet that girl again, and
then I'll give her a new pair. I wish I
hail seen her faoo. God bless hor!"
it
iu me sweet gin i met in mis room the i: t ir..i
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next day. Como. now I've civen ...if n v.u
your gloves. hat are you going to do tmi-livnil uninmla anmll aa ia thiir lolJ
wiui my property-give it back to mo tivo size. A toad has been kept lor A
tnn rtv unon itv" I ...... . 1
Tf T fliiln't. nun lmr fiirn rofillir T now
flaxen hair, and forgot-me-not in imagination all day, for it kept peep
ing petween me ami the leaves of the
great ledgers which pretended to claim
my attention. 1 dulu t know hor name
and I hadn t seen her face. But I knew
she had the kindest heart and the sweet
est little hand a girl ever did have, and
1 hud her gloves. e should meet again
somewhere, and then well, you see
was pretty noar falling in love, and didn't
ovou know the color of the girl s eves.
"Tt iliwiun't. lmrft" aai.l Vvitulnini, in I I WPIlt lllllMfl fttlil tnlil ltull mv miitnl-o
himself, wondering over the glod tidings hut I didn't tell her my precious little
secret, and wnon she asked me how
The old man arose slowly, and hiseyes stone, a ditch, or over blooming Alpine
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sparkled atrangcly, a he looked after Howora. In his course ho met a spring
of water, and as ho followed it up he saw
a clistening bed of snow. It nmdo him
shudder. As he climbed and climbed,
the mist cleared away, aud ho saw moun
tain grass occasionally, and the blue
heavens, and in the distance, glistening
peaks of snow that raised themselves into
the blue.
The world around him was as if dead.
He waa entirely surrounded by a thick T'10 coldness and rigidity cf winter luy jdr,slfl.rt
mist, and was obliged to remain stand- above everything, and tho cutting frost He rani
pcneiraipu to ms very marrow, nut in
all this, Excelsior felt a proud joy. "I
am high over all," said he, and his proud
eyes glistened. Then all at once he waa
surprised into a silence.
"Higher, always higher!" thought the
proud fellow, but already he did not
think it such a haughty way as at first.
the domineering youth. He Picked tin
his hat, put it on his head, took his stick
and began to draw queer characters in
tlie sand, and muttering unintelligible
words.
Excelsior had gone quite a little dis
tance by this time, when he heard a
rumbling, like distant thunder, and look
ed about him. But he could see nothing.
ing, for he could find no way out of it.
It became of a sudden cold and raw, and
the blighting mint oppressed him and
mado hiin pant for breath. Finally, it
began to grow lighter and lighter; the
mist disappeared; he saw tbe blue day
and the green trees, and found himself
tanding before a poor little Tillage on a
meadow land.
Over him rose tlie same mountains as
those which towered over his native city,
but of the city itself there was not the
ho had hoard. Then ho stooped and
kissed tho child, who looked wonder
iugly into his face.
"Hove you a doll at homo a big new
doll.' he asked.
The child shook hor head no,
"Como with me. I will buy vou one."
ue exclaimed
He wont out, but as he left the church
it occurred to him be had no mory. Ho
took tlie child up tenderly in his arms,
and stepped uncertainly forward. Of a
sudden ho was confronted by a grout
palaco. It was his own. He trembled as
he tottered up the steps and rang the
bell. A servant answered the summons
and inquired his name.
"Excelsior," suid ho.
Tho servant was a gray headed old
BJiin. He held np his light'in Excelsiors
face and then bowed himself to the
ground aud kissed his hand. "Master, I
always doc lured you would come back
again," said ho; "but you were gone so
r years!
rang all the bell he could seize
tiiHin and shouted jovfully. "The master
is Here again! and throughout the en
tire palace the cry was taken up and re
iK'atcd, "The master is again here!" The
servants rushed forward to greet him,
and it was a glad, glad time, impossible
to describe.
slightest trace. He could have pointed
with his fingvr where this and that houae and wrinkled snow, and a am all rimleL
tood; the hills, even the gushing, gur- Now, indited, was he surely higher
gliag brook were therel llut in place of than aJL Hit entire assurance returned
the city stood the little Tillage with iu again. Ue crossed his arm on his
although he act hia feet forward after the to him Mj kiwHj gtreak on
auuwj i-wi.. litte haA ,ml wppj
Scarcer became tlie flowere and tufti "You shall be Teryhappv," murmured
of grass. Finally the? entirely disap- he, "and many other besides you, but
peared. Ho saw only jagged rock most of all poor old Excelsior 1"
The most brilliant analities become
uaelesa when not sustained by main force
of character.
managed, I said:
"Oh. got out and walked. It onlv
rumen a lime.
And so I did, when I got to my cor
nor.
Bell insisted that I should tro to tha
Wilkins' blow-out with her. and at last I
consented.
There was a crowd and the Wilkins'
girls were uglier than ever.
e hail not been there vorv lonir. when
Liaura Ukins came up with a tallish
golden-haired girl, and addressed me.
Miss Manning, let me make you ac
quainwu wim my mend, tred Somors.
Miss Manning, Mr. isomers."
I bowed all politely, of course, and 1
fancied, or was it fancy, that Miss Man.
tlimr blushed a littU. Whr almnl.l aha
unless she was very bashful, or unless
ii 'n ? i . .
muse vtiiains gins coniound cm had
been trying to get her to set her cap for
mo. They were cood at such tricks. I
know cm! But this sweet-faced girl
uittn t look as if sue were given to them.
bhe bail a slight, willowy figure, and a
sweet, grave mouth, and sneh true, earn
ci eyes i was drawn to cer in
spite of myself. But I thought she was
lull of fun w hen any one knew her well
spoke to ner.
"now do you like her, Fred?" asked
Bell, as we walked home.
"Oh, she'll do very well," I answered.
To mysrlf my thought was:
"If Thad met her before yesterday I
might have taken a fancy to her, bat
now, if I evei fall in love with anybodr,
it shall be my little 'Brown Gloves."
For so, not having any other name. I
christened my unknown friend.
ueu leu violently in love with ilisa
Alice blushed a little, laughed a little.
aud soid softly:
If its all the same to you. I'll koen
it," glancing up at me like a saucy
bird.
I caught her closo to me.
"It isn't all the same. It's all tho ilif.
fererleo in the world, for I don't want it
back. But I want yours in exchange.
May I have it, darling?"
Well, I wont tell just how mv Alice
answered, but she said "yes," anyhow,
and so I won her.
And Bell was delighted; but Alice
never would let me toll how I found the
brown gloves.
Literary Quarrels.
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The world always laughs, and is usual
ly right in laughing, at quarrels between
authors and critics. There is nothing
more ridiculous than the literary vanity
which drives a writer to ioin tlm W
battle with every reviewer who does not
happen to like his books. There is
nothing more wenrisome than his insist-
once in pushing bis issues into tho re
mote regions of rejoinder and rebutter
and surrebutter and surrejoinder, and
esmg goas and columns with imoortun
ato trivialities. Tho public in these nn.
edifying cases mostly act. metanhorienllv
speaking, like the hero of an eicellent
novel of our day. After impatiently
nuiv-uiuu a koui ncrceiv duck and lean
at an honest wether until he had thrust
the wether over the edgo of a steep rock,
the spectator could not restrain himself
from seizing the victor bv the riclit liimi
leg, and hurling him headforemost after
the sheep, to learn how he KVeA hi
pulsion.
This is the too common end of battles
of books, and the end is no unwholesome
one. It is a cood rnln. th
man of letters to set himself, that h iHii
ireai ms work as senouslv as possible
' "ui , ana as little serious
ly as possible after it is rlninl..i oi.i
launched. When it is done, he should
rviuxi mat it is only one beok in a mil
lion which is of anv real
good or evil, for wise instructions or true
amusements to the world ; on the other
haud, while he is still bn
he will take as much trouble as if that
were to be the singular and immnrtnl r.
ception. By cultivating this double
mood of care and carelessness, a
man, perhaps, does tlm ht h. MK tv-e Vv
for the honesty of his work, whatever it
may be ; and for his rnm f
and self-possession :
years without showing signs of ace, it
then died through an accident. Vthak
have been supposed to live from 300 1
400 years. Tho life of an elephant ii
soid to extend beyond 100 years, bnt o
mis mere seems as yet to be no certm:
evidence. Birds, as creatures at once sf
active ond warm-blooded, (and Uml
compressing, as it were, much life into
small period) , might be expected to h
short-lived, let parrots have oee
known to live for upward of a centurvj
and pelicans, geese, ond crows may ej
ceed the period commonly allottea i
man. But however commonly three
score years aud ten may be the term
numan life, mun can certainly botn
and retain his intellectual faculties moi
or loss beyond 100 years. Yet a borne is
generally old at 30, ond is not knot:
to have attained twice that age. The lilt
of a sheen is about 15 vears' duration.
and that of a dog from 15 to 20, althongl
uuicu. animais are niucu longer u
Thus, the lion called Pompey, which
died in the Tower of London in lTCO.h!
lived there for no less than 70 years. B
tremelv varied, then, is the duration o'
the life of individual organisms. o'
less varied are the relations to time of
lives of races and of different group ot
animals and plants. Species, genera,
families, orders, and classes of animal-
and plants, differ extremely as to their
period of duration, some of each of these
groups appearing to have been but short
lived compared with other other diva
ions of similar rank. f St. G. Mivart.ii"
Contemporary Eeview.
" Nab al nnU ,..kij.
r.lir lr.,r,n. ZZT. "Mruooio le ilia,
Wo Morlei in iVtmirfc.-, Renew,
Eleoance op Home. I never saw
garment too fine for man or maid; there
never was a chair too good for a cobbler
or a cooper, or a king to sit m; never a
house too fine to shelter the human
head. These elements about us. the glo
rious sky, the imperial Bun, are not too
good for the human race. Elegance fiti
man. Bnt do we not valuo these toou
for housekeeping a little more than they
are worth, and sometimes mortgage
house for the mahogany we bring in'0
it? I had rather eat my dinner off u
head of a barrel, or dress after the fash
ion of John the Baptist in the wilderness
or sit on a block all my life, than con
sume all myself before I got to a bom',
and take so much pains with the ontsw
that the inside was as hollow as an empty
nut. Beauty is a great thing, but beaut
of garment, house and furniture are ti
i)rrnn,nl. ;th i1nmettf
love. All the elegance in the world ww
not make a hornet and I would prt
more for a sooonfnl of real hearty krt
than ior whole shiploads of furnitarj,
and all the gorgeousness all the uphol
sterers in the world can gather. I
Holmes.