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WHY THE COWS CAME LATE. Crt'iiwn won't burning , OVr the tree-fringed hilla; Uolrii-narethe meada, Kulf llaahed tlie rill, Cjninl i the farm boue, Home the tunnel hkt', B it ln wife it watching, tihmling anxloui eves. While the llusuni with her pail beaide the bnru. yard gate, ' Womlfnn wn her Jennie id! the cowl come lutine to 1 te I Jennie, brown-eved rati Jen, Wandered down the lane; That waj ore the daylight Had begii a to wane. Deeper grow theihadowi; Circling awallowa cheep; Kiitvdide are calling; ilnij o'er meadow i creep. Still the mother shade her eye beide the barnyard cate, And wonilert where her Jennie and the cuwt .n b ao late I Loving toundi are falling, H. line ward now 'at last, 6pp-kl, lleaa and Brindle Through the gate hare pawed, Jennie, iweelly blushing, Jamie grave anil ahy, Tabu the paila from mother, W lio atundi ailcnt by. S'oti.in' wi-rd it tpoken at the mother shuts the j.ite. put now "he knows why Jennie and the cowi t'liniii heme ao late. 4 SCMMER AMCSEMMT. bit'.iag iu tie airy "company chain be" two nights after tie arrival at tlie Mountain Farm, Royco Worthington wmto tLo following letter: "My Deah Muriel: I can fancy yon all ia your sheen and ehimmer of satin anJ genii to night at the hop flirting desperately with some poor victim, who does not imagine that the sole possessor of vour heart is in the room all alone ami lonely high up in the Green Mountains writing to you. Well, go on, my dear, flirt to your heart's content, and your victim's despair your time is short. Next year, if I regain my health as my physician has promised, 1 Mill be near vou to preveut your exorcise of that privilcge.whicb will be your privilege no longer. I have been two days at my now homo. The air here is delicious, biac ing, invigorating, a tonio and a stimu lant in one. Already I feel benefited, and trust that six weeks of this atmos phere will completely rout the lust vestice of the malaria which has made life a burden to me for months. Cut think of me a man who bus been in a whirl of business and social life for thirty years to be exiled to this lonely mountain for a whole season! The family consists of Mr. ond Mrs. Roberts, and one daugther, a rather sweet-faced girl of perhaps twenty, She has only lifted her eyes to mine once, and then I thought them pretty, a dreamy dove calor. She seems to stand a little in awe of me, and is evidently a perfectly un sophisticated maiden. ' Even if I make heraoquaintanoe, she will be but a poor substitute for the companionship of of your own brilliant self. Pity me then, and write me often. I have only my clog, my gun, my books and my memories to make the tedious time en durable, remember while yon have all the world a; your foot, and all the majesty of the ocean beyond. "Yours until death, "ROYCE WoRTHISOTON." Just one week later he reoeived the following reply: Lono Branch, July 15. "Mox Cheiib: I have just time for a line before I dress for the hop. I am really sorry for you, my poor boy, to be so far away from all that renders life en durable; but I know it is the only thing for you the only treatment to over come that horrid malaria, which was spoiling your complexion. I am enjoy ing myself as usual yes, Royce, I sup pose I am flirting with a handsome Englishman, who is setting all the ladies wild. But, of course, you can trust me; and now I will be equally fair witu you. Why don't you begin an interesting flirtation with that wild mountain flower yon wrote me of; twenty years old inexperienced unsophisticated? Why, it is high time some one has taught her a little of fbe world. You are the proper person, Royce so I give you full permission to amuse yourself. But, of course, never forget your own "Muriel Lacy." Royce Worthington's smile settled into a slight frown as he read the letter to its close. Just a little heartless the tone of it t. eed, somehow this light, laughing instruction that he should go go deliberately to work to what? Simply to win a simple girl's heart and breik it. So for a moment the better nature of this selfish man of the world reaosned and rebuked the writer of tho letter. But au hour later, when be met Celeste Roberts in the monntuin path that led to the spring, he relieved her of tho pail upon her arm, and walked by her side to the spring, smiling down upon her with his most dangerous smile. "Do you know I am very curious over something?" he said, s they walked along. "Something upon which you alone can satisfy a J curiosity." "Why, what can it be?" she asked wonderingly, lifting her long lashes for a moment. Re-co laughed a merry, musical laugu it was! "There i am answered already," he said. I have been wondering over the color of vour eyes ever since I came here. You have never allowed me to see them but onco before, and then only for a second. But I see that I was right in my conjecture. I thought they were love-oolor and they are." Celeste looked np at him with the frank innocence of an unconscious child. "Are they?" she said. "I have some times read of dove-colored eyes, but I never knew mine were that color. - I thought they were gray, and I did not know that I never looked at you. I hope you have not thought me impolite. In deed I want to make it pleasant for yoa here I know it most bo lonely to ono like yon." Royee felt the blood hurry through his veins. How charming she was in her frank, confiding innocence. How delicious the lore of such a girl would be how interesting to watch her heart unfolding day by day, like a rose. "It ia lonely," he said. "I find myself pining for companionship very often. I have only my books and I am too tired and languid to read long at a time, and my eyes have troubled me a little- ever since the fever which depicted mo ao." "Would you like to have me read to you an honr or two every day? I could if it would please you," Celeste said with a modest ahyness of manner, and the inggestion of a blush in hor check. "I would be delighted, only it seems' too great a favor to ask of you." "But you did not ask it, I offered. I feel it to bo my duty, since you were sent here for your health, to help yon to re gain it. It is for the credit of Mountain Farm that I do this," and she laughed merrily a a child. "Well then, I yiold a willing assent. I am suro Dr. Kingman would feel con fident of my recovery if he could know into what hands I have fallen. He sent me here assuring me that it was the only air and the only place to regain my health and strength." "Yes, so father told me, A sister of Dr. Kingman's came to us last year sup posed to be beyond hope of recovery almost every disease in the list of human ills seemed to have possession of her poor body. Yet she left us quite well after three months. Surely you ought to become robust in a few weeks. "I begin to fear that I shall recover too rapidly to please me," Royce re sponded. But Celeste made no reply to this indeed she did not seem to have heard him. Her dove colored eyes were fixed in the purple and amothyst sunset that was touching the mountain tops with glory. "Of what are you thinking?" queried Royce after a moment's silence during which he watched hor lifted faco that wore the look of a saint. He discovered that Celesta was more than a pretty girl sho was beautiful. "I was thinking of tho world that lios beyond those mountain tops," she said. "The world of which I know so little. . I wonder if I would be happy there?" Royce watched her smiling; already was there a "vague unrest" in her gentle bosom? "It is a wonderful world," he said, "and there is much in it for one like you to enjoy. Pictures, operas, plays, fine works of art yes, you would like the world boyond your mountains.,' "But I havo all those things here," Celeste answered softly. "All and none of the petty annoyances, theheart-achrs, and the strife which I would find in the world." Royce looked puzzled. "I do not un derstand you," he said. ' "Sho smiled her saint-like, child-like smile. "Don't yon? Well, what picture could be grander than that yonder whore tho sun touohes the mountain peaks with fingers dipped in glory? I think there is no other word that describes a mountain sunset but that one glory. And what opera could be finer than a storm in the mountains when the wind crash through the great pines and unite with hoaven's orchestra the thunder. Ana wnat piay can equal the weird and wondorful dis play of the clouds above the mountain tops, changing, shifting, never the same, yet always beautiful or terrible? And what works of art can compare with this mountain scenerv on every side? Surely I have u world as wonderful as that which lies bevond the monntaius. Royce was silent. Tho girl's foco was transfigured, her soul was shining Irom her eyes. That night he wrote to Murial Lacv. "My Mountain Maid is to read aloud to me an hour every day. She reads very well, but so unworldly, so 'unspotted.' I wonder if she can belong to tho same raoo of beings to which you ana i uo long." And to t.iis Muriel replied: "I judge frora'your remarks concern ing the Mountain Maid that your flirta tion is uuder full headway. I doubt if she will ever be as unworldly when you leave her. Poor child, how her heart will ache, yet it will do her good in the long run. Every woman's heart must ache some time, and you must be amused during your exile. It must be stupid enough for you at the best. The En dish man continues to play the devoted, but I am rather .weary of him. I must confess there is nothing like an agreea ble America, one I wot of especially." Again a frown of displeasure con tracted Royce Worthington's white brow, ond he tossod his betrothed's lotter down with a little impatient exclamation: "Is the.woman heartless?" he mneed; but he did not fail -to make himself as agreeable as possible to Celeste an hour luter, when they drove down the Bteep mountain road to the village two miles oway. It was a memorablo drive; for a sud den storm broke upon them, on their re turn, and thay were obliged to take shel ter under a great oak while it swept over. They had brought no warning in tho fair blue heavens of the approaching storm when thy set forth. And now Celeste insisted upon removing a light shawl Blie wore, and wrapping it about Rovce's shoulders., "Indoed, you slJMl do no such thing,' he said. "Instead, 1 have half a mind to make yon take my coat." "But I am perfectly well," pleaded Celeste. "I was never ill an hour in my life, and you are an invalid seeking for health. If you were to take cold, and it were to settle on your lungs, yon would be an easv victim for lung fever or pneu monia. Please let me wrap this shawl across your chest and shoulders." Rovce was obliged to consent, and as hefeitthe light weight of her hands upon his shoulders as she adjusted t' e shawl, a thrill Bhot through bis veins, a thrill of pleasure so keen it was like pain. "Thank you," he said simply, and then stood watching her wrapt expres sion as her eye followed the course of the clouds that reared their great crests like another tier of mounUin ranges. "Ah, is it not glorious?" she cried, her cheeks aglow, her eyes sparkling. "How I love a thunder storm." "What a nature the girl has," thought Royce, "so rich and loftily and impas innpd. ao above ond beyond all weak woman's fears and alarms." He was sorry when the storm sud n,l tlr nnnlil nnrsne their home- ward journey. He liked the sense of seclusion from the world with this girl, as his only companion, which he had en joyed dating the storm. He found another letter awaiting bim on his return, from Muriel. It was full of the light gossip oi tne resort oi nope, hanilaome toilet, engage ments, marriages. He twisted it np and used it aa a cigar nguier. n awou like the veriest trash to him after his re cent experience. He did not mention Celeste in hit next letter, or his next There came one from Mnriel which closed with the query: "Have you reached the grand denouemont of yonr mountain romance, that yon are ao sil ent concerning; it, or haa it lost all inter est for you? Did the fair maiden provo too easy a couquest, or what has hap pened; pray tell me?" 'A couqnest?" Royco related the words over to himself. Was Celeste in terested in him other than as a friend? he wishod he know. They were much together now and had grown to bo most cordial comrades. He was growing stronger every day, and now he lead to her sometimes, while she sewed, or at tended to her household duties. She was such an appreciative listener to Lis favoritq books. They drove together to the villago and they spent long delicious eveuings in the moonlit veranda. Yet for the life of him Royce could not tell if Celeste was grow ing to love him. Somehow he had found himself unwilling to practice those ordin ary arU of flirtation upon her, anl had consequently been simply h's most agree able self. But he knew very well that all women found him fascinating. He had been a woman's darling from his cradle. And now to bo in doubt if he had mado an mipressioa upon this sim ple girl. "But, of course, she uiustcaro for mo," he thought. "Sho has nover boen away from home since her sixteenth year, when she returned from a boardir" school, and all her life has asjcuit with these simple mountain vill She must, she shall care for me." Yes, it bad come to that with Roy He was piqued by hor manner which vealed nothing of her feeling, and 1 grown selfishly determined that Cold should grow to care for him. And waanll l.iif tn .li.l Mnf. atnu in rrA about that. That evening Royce foil her in the littlo sitting room siug softly while she accompanied her; upon tho cottago organ. . i . . "You have a sweet voice," ho 4 standing where he could look down u her face. "Have I?'' she asked. "I lovo to s but I am never quite sure that I sin i all well." Royce often wondered ! she did not blush more readily. . " not the composure gained by con' with the world," he resumed, "and ' not from any lack of refined feeling; nothing seems to confuse her." i It was quite true. Celeste possessed that perfect unconsciousness of herself that ia sometimes found in very young children; ami it was this remarkable quality which accounted for tho pecu liarity so puzzling to Royce. "Yes, your voice is fine. With a little cultivation it will add materially to your miny attractions whon you tuke your place in the world whore you belong in my world," Royce's eyes were on her face as he spoke these "words slowly and with mean ing emphasis. To his surprise and de light, she lifted her' eyes quickly to his for a secou.l, thon , dropped them, and a burning scarlet dyed her face and throat. Then she hurriedly turned the leaves of tho ,mnsio, as if looking for something she could not find. Royce enjoyed her confusion. He was satisfied; she cared for liin; and his reference to her ultimate placo in the world bad betrayed her well-guarded secret. After that he spared no pains to uso every fasoination in his power to com plete tho work so well begun. It was almost time for him to go back to the city. Murial Lacy had flown from the watering resorts, and was growing impatient for his return. They were to be married in the spring, and there were many plans to talk over. Muriel was anxious to go to Europo and speud the winter the Englishman was to bo in Paris. Still Royoe lingered at tho Mountain Farm. If Royce desired to see hor before her departure he must come at once. Royce onnounced his intended departure that evening after her letter came. He watched Coleste's face narrowly. It betrayed nothing. "I shall miss you soKly," she said. That was all. "But we shnll meet again," lio said. "I trust so," she answered, and again she shyly lifted her eyes, and that crimson wave swept over her face. Royce felt his face paling. His heart throbbed, his blood swept through his veins. He longed to fay to this girl who stood before him that she was a new revelation of womanhood to him; that she had wakened depth in his nature of which ho had never dreamed; that he loved her tenderly, truly, passionately, ond wanted her to be his wife. This is what he longed to say, for it was the truth, the truth that he had known these last days. He said good bye hurriedly and with white lips. That dreary ride back to the city he never forgot. Yet ho was going to his betrothed, tho brilliant belle, Mnriel Lacy. She found him a languid and distrait lover, After one week of his society, during which time he had never once mentioned thoir marriuge, she said to him: "I believe yon left your heart in the mountains, Royce. You are not your old self at all. And if you did I really wish you'd go back and find it. You bore me with your stupidity. I have been accustomed to .a more entertaining gal lant." Royce waa silent a moment and seemed making a resolve. Then he spoke: "You aro right," be said. "I did loave my heart in the mountains. I love the girl yon bade me amnse myself with." Muriel turned a startled face toward him. "Love her that girl?" she said, wonderingly. "Better than you love me?" "Better than I love my life." "Then go back to her at once. I am sure I do not want you here." Muriel spoke sharply, bnt there was etill more wonder than anything else in her face. She could not understand his preference. "I will go back gladly. You need not blame me. Muriel. You told mo to amuse myself, and I endeavored to fol low your wishes in the matter. But I found the girl a new revelation to me, and I ended in loving her. I never dreamed I could love any woman as I love her." "Well, then.I wish yon every success, Royce. Here ia your ring. I sail for Europe next week, and my English friend will join ui in Fan's soon. 11 asked mo , to marry him, Royce, and I did not give him a definite answer, I knew he would le more useful to mo in Paris if I left him in hope. I shall very possibly marry him now lie is vory much in love with mo. So we are both well provided, for it seems." "And we will always be good friends, Muriel?" 3 "Why, of oourse, Royce. Better friends than if we had married each other, probably." So they parted Royce to hasten back to MonutniQ Farm with the mad impetu ous hoste of a boy lover. He looked ten years younger than when he last wont bver that route. Celeste was at the spring dipping np a bucket of water when he emtio down the mountain path. "Is it a ghost, or a reality? ' sho cried, laughing, as he sprung lightly ilowu bo sido her. "A solid reality," ho answered, gath ering both her hands in his. '-Oh, Colete, Celeste, say you aro glad to see me." Sho looked up with her sweet, honest eyes fill,'of wonder surprise, alarm. "Glad! oh, certainly. I havo missod yon very much." "Missed me? Can you not say more than that? Oh, Celeste, vou aro my ideal womau, my light, my life. I came back to tell you that I lovo you, that I want you for my wife." Celeste drew back in sudden alarm, and a shocked expression drove all tho warmth out of her face. "Mr. Worthington, you wM""'lf" she. eriojl. "lmt ou nrrt Widd reuaon have , t . . .118, f;ve j-id hxt, i0 kor ust l!e l'ott iug the Sud tn- , ,'' i l.ltl lim, JITM .MMM ... . . I bover uibcuib m fa i . ufljirs with strangers," Celeste answered, quietly. "Besido, I supposed you knew ever alter that day ut tho orgun, when you spoke of my singing, you referred to the time when I should tako my placo in vour world. Your tono and manner were so meaning that I at once thought vou referred to my engagement, lhen again, when you wont away, you said we should meet again, and I interpreted vour words m tho same way.' Royce stood a moment in silence. Oh, how he had deceived uimseli now uitna he had leon in his vauity and selfish ness! no turned and gave his hand to Celeste. "Good bye," ho said. "I have been a blind fool, bnt Ldeserve my fate." Then he' was gono. He saw not Gelosto again nntll they met in society and she was Kineman. That same week ho re ceived the Parisian which contained a niarkod item. It was the announcement of the engagement of Muriel Laoy to Albert Hempstead, of London, England, SENSE AJiD SE5T1J1ENT. The award to M. Nerot, a French artist, of the prize of $10,000 for a de sign of a monumont to Victor Emanuel at Rome, has at last been confirmed, de spite tho determined opposition of the Italian public, to whom tne idea oi that honor and reward going to a foreigner was very distasteful. There is something appalling in the statement that twelve and a half million false teetb are made every year in Phila dolphia, and that gigantic total is still more impressive when considered in con nection with the lact that the samo city produces annually five tons of tooth pow der, designed to prevent the necessity of false teeth. The Queen of Madagascar has ordered tho framing of a prohibitory law in hor domipiocs forbidding the manufacture and importation into her torritorjos of brandy. A breach of tho ordinonco will entitle the forfeiture of ton oxon and $10 fine. If the penalty cannot be paid by an offender, it must bo worked out at nine pence a day. Says tho Denver Nowh: "The Sioux aro reported to be preparing for an at tack upon the whites in Dakota and Montana. This would be a good timo for Secretary Teller to begin his policy of disarming the Indians. There has been a great deal of talk about that policy, and the peoplo are anxious to see it tried." That is a vory sagaeimi young gentlo man at the head of affairs at Port Said. Being called on by Admiral Seymour to state whether he supported Araba or the Khedive, he politely referred the ques tion to the sublime porte. And when the gallant Admiral finds out which side the porte sympathizes with ho will be wiser than be is now. Phil. Bui. Walter Malloy, since his acquittal, has been makinghimself obnoxious by point ing out one of the State's witnesses on the street. If the Malley boy's don't be have themselves pretty quietly now, they will find their homestead an unhealthy place. The New Haven people are not ony too well pleased over that verdict, anyhow. At a late term of tho Supreme Court, held at Alfred, Me., an old gentleman who was somewhat deaf was on the wit ness stand. The Judge had occasion to question him. "Hoy?" said the old man bis hand at the back of his ear. Tho Judge repeated his words, when the old gentleman innocently said: "I guess you'll have to step this way, Jedgo, I'm a leetle hard o' heat in. " During a trial for assault in Arkansas, a club, a rock, a rail, so ax handle, knife, and a shotgun were exhibited as the "instrument with which the deed was done." It was also shown that the assaulted man defended himself with a revolver, a acythe, a pitchfork, a chisel, handsaw, a bail, and a cross dog. The jury decided that they'd have given a dollar apiece to bavt seen the fight. Toe Mle rice. Although always possessed with strong metaphyaieal tendencies, I am by no means a believer in ghosts, spirit mani festations, or in any order of sueriia tural demonstration. Concerning all manner of visitations troni tho Other World I have ever been a skeptic, and often an open scoffer. And I have licen so because in my investigating experien ccs I have found credulity to bo the es sential stronghold, and reason and science the intractable anUgouists of all such beliefs. Once, and only once, in the course of my life have I encountered anything of a nature calculated to unscttlo my natur ally iuteuse materialistic convictions, and then tinder the iulluenee of such ieculiar anterior conditions as to incline me as I glanco back and reviow the in cident in all its unearthly weirdness to pronounce it a purely mental hallucin ation. I have nover undertaken to transcribe on paper the startling sensations that were accompanying icaiuren oi mm strange visitation, and shall only venture to do so now under the mental reserva tion oMreating tho subject as a matter-of-fact occurrenco, on strictly matter-of-fact grounds. I was a visitor at the time now some years since at the residence- of a near . .. ... i relative, who was an eminent huh uu usu ally successful physician. Ho was a professed Spiritualist, and claimed to write his prescriptions at the dictation of the deathless part of a famous old Dutch disciple of Galen, whose perish able body had centuries ago mingled its particles Willi me tmiversui eieuiuum vt nature. The Diiblio mind was at that time wildly credulous on tho possibility of in tercourse with the inhabitants of the spirit realm through the. mediumship of niesmeno anil odio lorecs timi were sup posed to exist between the material and otornal worlds. Bung the possessor of extraordinary natural WBight sud varied learning, tho doctor wus enabled to pre scribed to the necessities of his uuiuerous patients with a clearsightedness that wout far toward sustaiuiug uis pretensions to miraculous prescience. The .lay proceeding the ovening on which what I am about to relate trans pired had been remarkably calm and sultry. Sitting at the open western study window, my ueou turowu luuuieuuy back against the cascracut, eyes and thoughts mado far pilgrimages into the ineff.ble serenity of overhanging space. Early suudown doopened imperceptibly into dusky twilight. Star after star dropped silently into tho broad blank of purpling blue until tueotneriai arcu was a waveloBS sea fretted with countless isles of Rhttcring glory. Wrappod in a delicious roverio, such as outward quiet and absolute inward content always induce, I was gradnally sinking into a blissfully profound slum ber, when I was suddenly ana regreiiuuy aroused by the doctor's nnRiug voice: "Awako, sir Somnolent, awake! The mystio moon is just showing the tips of her kilvor horns above tho oastern hori zon, ond comes to further adorn a night already too transcondontly beautiful to be profaned by such vulgar sounds as snoies. Take a cigar, and let its subtle aroma woo your wandering soul back to your crooked body. Awake I Donoiai aa mire! or never more presume to the pos session of attributes worthy of immortal itv." Inwardlv and fervontly wishing the hosnitable donor in pursuit of a distant and wealthy patient. I acoepted the prof fered oigar, and mechanically sot about converting it into a bnrnea ouoring. Soating himself opposito, the doctor oom placontly proceeded to enwreath himself in a funtustioal shifting cloud of tobacco amoko. from which he opened a masked fire of conversational queries that ut first drew from me but sententious and vaoaut resuonses. It was impossibly, however, for the most indifferent mind to be long nnd.r the magnetio iofluenoe of his rare colloquial powers without boooining in terested. In a few short hours his lore enriched intellect brought me in contaot with all the arts, sciences and fallacios that had gained sway over the Human heart since the oorliest traditions of the race, and I became more than ever to pressed with admiration for his extensive scholastic attainments ond the intnitive Drofunditv of his thoughts. My percop tions wore never more aoutoly awake than when wo parted company at midnight. Once in tho privacy of my room, lilacod the lamp on the stand, and throw ing myself carelessly ou a chair beside it, with my head resting on my hand, and my eyes fixed on the brightly flaming wicks, I passed the evening's conversa tion in leisurely review. I had boen so engaged for perhaps flf toon minutoB when my attention was diverted 10 tne ngui, which had grown less and loss brilliant, until but a sickly blue halo flickered feebly at tho ends of tho wicks. At the samo moment, the door leading from the room into the hall auddonly -flow open and ssung back against the wall with liiml alum. Naturally surprised at those unwouted and unaccountable occurrences, I sprang nervously to my feet and went and closed the door. T then returned to the stand, took np the lamp and shook it vigorously in ordur to indnCe it to uurn moreireeiy The desided effect being produced, I re placed the lamp on the stand, and pro ceeded to disrobe. I had removed my outer carments when tho light suddnly dwindled to the same deathly, sickly bluish halo as before, and the door aga.in sprung ajar with redoubled vio lence. With a suppressed exclamation I was hastening forward to close the door, when I experience a sensation that would not have seemed particularly awful had it not have been so unusual, l cinnov vivimy describe that sensation, I can only say that it waa akin to what ono might ex porience on being brought in contact with a mighty, invisiuio living prinemm, no less pulpablo because felt rather than seen. Uuder the influence of this indescrib able Something, on apathetic numbness took possession of my body and deprived me of oil power of volition. Sensation and warmth gradually receded from my tkxtremitiea, and my limbs and arms be came as rigidly insensate as though hewn ont of marble, invoiuniaruy my eju lids dronned down over my eyes and as aumed the tense stiffness of sheet iron; yet, instead of being deprived of light my viion aeemed to be perternaturally atrengthenod. One by one the vital organs ceased their normal play. Slower and slower throbWd the heart, as though oppressed by a heavy yet painless weight, uutd its tuttnr nn lnno-nr neri'pntiblft. The sonl aeemed to have withdrawn from all the inferior parts of tho body ind oon mint n.l itudr within the brain. I saw. as though standing apart from it, that my oarlbiy torm was inanimate sou com. 'A fascination that was terrible in its blind irresistibleuess fixed my attention on tho black void beyond the yawning door, as though from that direction waa to come the solution of niy strange con dition; and I soon discovered near the top of the casing, at about the height of a grown person's head when standing a globularshaped luminous mass, of the sizo of a full moon, at first hazily indis tinct -as the moon would apiar whon seen through a thin cloud but gradu ally growing brighter and brighter, as the moon would when the cloud posscd away. Every instinct of fear forsook me as I contemplated the marvel, as a feeling of eagerness, security and happiness took possession of sll by faculties. As I stood gazing transflxedly at the brilliant globo, it paled centrally, and grow brighter at the extreme edges, until it resembled a wuiie, vapory van oi imsi, surrounded by a continuous rim of living lire. Distinctly as ever I beheld my own face in a mirror, I beheld one form with iu that circle of fire, behind the misty vail. First, two largo, calm boniflocnt eyes; then a smooth, snowy, angolio fore- l...u.. Iwmntifnl niiHA. month, chill. cheeks, aud long, flowing, shadowy hair; composing altogutner a lemmine couuw nance oi swpci ana rare nnperunmnu beauty in outline and exprosaiou. I saw the lumiuous lips move as it in articula tion, nnd nlthougb I cannot say that I heard anything -these words were for ever dsguerrootyped on niy brain: "My Son." I must have faintod. W hen conscious ness returned I was lying on tho floor, the light burning brightly and the door closed. It was several days before I spoko oi the affair to ony person, preferring to brood it over for a while within the soli tude of niy own mind. When I did speak it was with the doctor. He listened without comment until I described the features of that magical midnight lace, vita,, l.a nMunltf f-nnmrlcpil that it WOS a .uci iiv iw" 'J " ... correct tliouffU nomowbat beautified .. . i i .i ..i likenoss of my moiuer, wuo nan u- during my infonoy; and then and there by taoit consent we dropped the subjeol. 1 am still a aiBUouover in tua -"M" -minral- lint tlm linAamflnts of that sera- phio countenonoe are as indelibly en graved on my memory as are mwo oi onv of mv living friends upon which I guzo from day to day. 1 he Jersey for Uultrr. Tl.. 1.,,'nia .if nrnll-liroil .Terseva aro well snmmod tip iu a reoent article i., t'.o rvumtr ( lnliimnn. Tha Jersey II .MU .......... cattle aro vory popular in California, especially in tue suuuroan uibviuis ui iu tho towns where porsons wish to koep but ono or two cowsjand without nf thA fine llol- stiens, Alderneys, and other valuable cuttlo, the jerseys win always uuiu mcir own. A good registered jersey cow win sell for from $1j0 to 5200, and fancy stock will sometimes bring 8100, or even as high as 51000. Now, thore is a reason for all this. Though the Jerseya aro under the average size, and have few of the milk ana meat points wmuu farmers ore eocustomod to admire, still the have won this high rank, and it ia because they profitably produce the best of butter. It is as much a thorough bred as any breed of cattle oon be, nnd responai w goner- out treatmont iust as readily. It transmits, in breeding, the good qualities of one or both of the parents, at least in most cases. The butter made from tho product of the Jersey is best known. The globules of the butter have a larger size in Jersey milk, the cream is thicker and churns quicker. The color of the butter is better than in the othor breed except the Guernsey. The Jerseys "come in ' at twenty or twenty two months of age, thus saving; a year over the other breeds. The "dry" period with the Jerseys 1b less than any other breed. Two months being longer than the average period. 'Ihoy thrive in all climates ond in all sorts of post ures, as well as any othor breeds. The wilt rtn. 1' hnfttnr mill in the Miildlo and New England States is throe fourtha of it made from jersey cows. iuerei no bettor stock for the niountuin darioa of California thon the Jersey. Qood grades can be obtained and gradually bred np towards higher rank. LncrctU Itudo pli (iarfleld. f hull ihow u tin iltvlnt s thing A woman mar be made, rtn n,o 11th .In nf November. 1858. James A. Oarflold married his first ami only love, Lncretia Rudolph, ue nau originally met hor ot her home seven years oeiore wm-u was o poor student striving mightily for an edinmttoirof Hiram. Tl. Mtn.ln.l tnrrntlmr tllPV read tO gother, they built castles together, ond it was not long oeioro tue urm imw ship, which was basod upon common taste and aspirations, blossomed into the .i ..o.uim, Ituforn he bade her good-bye, as he left Hiram to enter Williams Co lege, ne uoa wnu uis iuo ond the maiden of his heart had engaged herself to him. The match was made in heaven. These two were intended for each other in all that words imply. He was to her a fond, devoted, chivalrio husband. She was in the best sense his holpmeet, his constant inspiration and comfort. Many and many a time duriug their married life he bore emphatic witness to the immeasur able service which she rendered him. He declared that whatever success ho gained among his fellows was largely due to her wise counsels, her unfailing sympathy, hor abiding lore. Ha named, her bis better aslf the crown of hia being and so they went down the yeara band in hand and hoart to heart, with their path shone upon by a never-wsning honneymoon.-- Albany Evening Journal. Measures were being taken to supply Litchfield, 111., with coal gas when an enormous flow of natural gas from an oil well near by showed the people a cheaper and better means of illumination. The former project bai therefore been aban doned and the new one taken np.