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THE NEW NORTH WEST, THURSDAr, SEPTEMBER 45, lSSb
THE BEGINNING OF THE END ;
Ax E5olsii Tale. "
Bir-A A. CLEVELAMi.
Copyrlfbt applied fur.
' "Wilt tbIThave thla man to be thy wedded
husband, to live with hlra after God's ordinance
in the holy estate of matrimony ?. Wilt thou obey
him, aerre him, love, honor and keep him In
sickness fcnd 111 health, ini forsaking all Withers,
keep thee only unto blm so louglia. ye both shall
liter'
The bluahlug maiden lifted her, eyes for one
brief moment to the face of her chosen one eyes
filled with tears, through which the love-light
shone, bright and clear and with lips that quivi
erea wun eroowon, snswereu .
"I will"
-ThVieremony was oon)ncludeI;the''w6rdj
which made the young couple man and wife were
uttered. The'pew-opener wept as usual, received
the accustomed gratuity from the exultant bride
- groom, and all was over.
Alas! only just commencing.
Borne months before this event occurred.in
village In Cumberland and on Knglish aoll, an
orphan girl, Rose Horner by name, dwelt with an
Id and childless couple, who had taken her to
their hom and hearts some eight years previous,
n the eve of a terrible day,: which is even to this
hour spoken of in hushed tones and with blanched
'- faces br the colliers: a day on which five-score
men went, down into the coal-pit and never saw
.the sun again. At nine o'clock-nn that terrible
morning, a rumbling noise was heard, the forked
tongues of flame leaped heavenward, and all
. knew that the pit was oh fire. Men wept and
women frayed frying,' :If It be possible, let this
cup pass' from me !" But still the cruel flames
roared and leaped, as if seeking for other victims,
till at last they spent themselves In an agony of
despair. And then, all row from their knees to
"HieekHfllel iMuo wHIeSolaleTliolneiC SIT ?AhaH
but two Mrs, Horner and her daughter Rose.
And when Grandpa Hutton came with tottering
- steps to offer, consolation in bis feeble way, the
face he touched was cold and still. Mrs. Horner
was dead. ;Dead, without one word to the sorrow
log child by her side. ' The flames bad consumed
the father, and grief had destroyed the mother.
Rut the girl was not alone for Grandpa Hut
ton took her to his home and his guid-wlfe, and
- their tears mingled together:. Together they
toiled on, the old coupleVnd the bride of my
. story's beginning; and the years rolled on In their
- uneventful way, and ere her loving guardians
were aware of their flight, the young girl had be
come a woman, v , .A V- .J
0 Grandpa," said Rose, one morning, "have
you heard the news? '"There's to be a grand party
aext.week, and all the girls in the Tillage are go
Ing. Some 'folks from the city are to be there.
The new foreman's son is coming, too, and Injehds
tof spend the Summer at the village. . Will
Brownly told me that Mr. Phillip Hanson that's
the foreman's son 1 giving this party on pur
pose to get acquainted with the people. Can't f
go?" she pleaded. , ., .-.-','"
.You had .better let the city folks be,' Rose,"
said the old lady, kindly. "Our ways are not
their ways, and 'birds of a feather should flock to-
-gether.i
guests to me. Then we'll' both get ..acquainted epeak a, yoji wuldao.your
with the girls, and can have our own fun." 4f tPV m ft '
'Come, come,old wife," said Grandpa- Hutton ;
twllltetliehlld iwjraiiu to gu tu the artyT
-jLct her go. IBhe's a woman, now. I'll be boucd
Will Brownly has asked her foe liereompanyT"-
! ." "WMBrownly is a good young man," said the.
Id dame. "Any young man that's as good to his
1 1 mother as WIlIJs can le trust ob
" Jection to Row going If, she 'ants.to...It's time
' she went out a bit. ' 'AH work and no play makes
'Jack a dull boy,' theyaay.V
"JCow, Grandma, don't speak about work;" said
Rose, "Didn't you work for me, send me to school,
' and feed me and clothe me, when I was a child?
; Many and manva time I've seen you sit and cry
! ' with the pain in your dearold hands when night
came.-Auddldn't Grandpa go. that cold Winter
";'' with his old worn-out .boot", that I. could have
,'j ' ' .new ones? Ood bless you, Grandpa I Grandma!
Father ! Mother r.' cried the girl, falling 1 on her
reea beside the old peoper"Ood bless yuui-and
give me strength to work for yow, now."
"Oed bless you, my child," the old man 'said.
-'k;rYou re a comfort to us, and have repaid us a
hundred-fold already: " And all I want when I die
x is to have you near me at thelast.It Won't be
. . long for either mother or me till our change comes.
But corner cheer up ! X do believe I'm crying'
"nelloa, Tom I" exclaimed ..rhHIlp Hanson, as
he met Tliomas Thorn . whilst riding one after
noon. ."You're just the fellow I want to see. I'm
going in for a lark. You know my old dad has
gone to the coal mines sort of overseer or fore
:TOan. One-of hii odd notlonzagalifc And I'm
going to spend the Bummer there myself to please
him and get out of bad company. I've sent word
that I'm going to give a party next week to get
acquainted, you know," he added, i with a leer.
..M want 3'ou to. rome, too, and we will have a high
Id time. They say," he continued, lowering his
a-olee l!ihere'taome aalulilne-glrla dowa- there- I .V
tmmJitaA jl.mi)lg.fttia .CAAimtiglnja .CAmftalang,
j old man, if you want some spor. j .
"Go?" ald Tom' Thorn. "I sliouid thiuk 1
would! And Phil, think of the broken hearts,
and all that"
Broken vows, you mean," said Phil.,,;
"Is there anything to drink down there?" asked
Tom. "Or shall we have to take It with us?"
"I promised the, old dad to stop drinking, so I
shall only take a large trunk-full of clothe,' said
rhil, putting his finger to the side of his nose.
"All right," said Tom. "I'll take another trunk-
fuJI,of clothet with me. "When" do you start?"
4exi luesuay." , ' . i
"-"Ou Tuesday the sua ro bright and elear, siiln
Ing alike upon ha Just anj"uxri the unjust, and
I 'hi I HatiSOn and Tom Thorp, seated behind aTast
stepper, were soon at the village Inn. ,
"Well, tldsfradlfmy hole !" said Tom. "Kot
much of a paradise, eh, Phil ?'L . rl
"Walt, wait, my friend, until you ' see the
hourls. Then perhaps you'll change your ml nd."
. "Oh, the place Is well enough.'' jsald Tom, "If
tliere'was anyjpxcitement
The village through which they-had passed was
situated at the foot of a sloping hill. Off to the
right, dense columns of smoke were arising from
the hoisting works at the coal-pit.-: Farther up
th.e broad, smooth road, a rustic bridge was seen,
spanning a, sparkling, brook, which, dividing
there, swept down on either side of the village,
murmuring as it ran, as if hastening to-meet Its
loved compaaion, the tiny waterfall, dowja which,
locked In a fond embrace, the twain continually
tossed, and tumbled and whirled and leaped to
gether. . Beyond this bridge stood the village inn,
with Its straw-thatched roof and queer, diamond-
shaped window panes, almost hiddeft by climbing
honeysuckles Through the wide-open dooroould
be seen the freshly sanded floor, and near by, with
Iris "yard of clay'in hand, stood "mine host,"
looking the picture of contentment and healDi.
Checking the horse at the inn, the young men
entered anil remained, there until evening, and
then strolled together tolhe party, arm in arm.
"ow,, Tom, remember I'm the host, and the
country fofks are the guests this evening. Do
Tom did his work well ; and a few minutes later
the ladies were belng'presented to their host in
turn... : ' " . . '' ' ' -
"By Jove, Tom 1 Did you see'that girl with tli
blue sash? That one's mine. Miss Horner's her
name."
"Where do you suppose my eyes were, not tQ
see her 7- Bhe's the' only one In the room worth
looking atButlhat bumpkin' with her seems to
be badly smitten. She seems a nice girl,-Will.
Don't be too fast. I should like to say more, but
won't, . .
lywt all the irorlJ IkuU bid I la to e
- Tht mlrarl-, a morallNt, 'n fiV
"Ha! ha ha! that's good In you !" ealdPliu.
"You don't remember that little blonde in
Brighton, I suppose? , or the one In Dorchester?
or the one In " :
"Hold on ! Hold on, old man !" exclaimed Tom.
Ti5To 'tales out of school,' you know. This girl
seems such a little beauty?- and you know It will
do ber.no good to be fascinated with Phil Han
son."' . '
"You go to Jericho!" said Phil. "I'll have her
Utie head on. my breast in a week, and tell her
tow much I love her, Just for the fun of the thing.
I'm going to her now." "
ood-Teningrhw-HoTnerir4iil
atert xproachng the girl with a deferential air.
'Can I have the pleasure o your company for the
next dance." ' '
"Please excuse me, Mr. Hanson I don't dance.
I never learned," said Rose, simply. . j
" ell, dancing Is a bore, anj'how," said phil.
"I only dance to please others. I would rather
any time ltandrchaJLwltliome oneifOould
And anyone willing to be bothered with me. 1 Will
you do me the-favor to take' my arm and walk
with me around the haU,'s7nd tell me the-tvames
of your friends and neighbors and relations?"
"CertaTiiiy,1slr; with pleasuredNeighbors and
friends I can tell you of. I have no relations."
"No relation?" said Phil. "Are you alone In.
the world ?"
"Oh, no; not . alone. I have Grandpa and
Grandma Hutton. That Is what I call them, al
though they are no relatives of mine. Father
was burnedlrilTe coaT-"pIt, and mother died
broken-hearietLand Mr. and Mrs. Hutton took
me; and have cared for me ever since I was ten
years old." . 1 . . .
"Well, noW I am awfully' interested," said
hll. ' "Is Mr. Hutton well off? Rich, I mean.''
"Oh,'no," replied Rose. "He Is old and very
poor; but between us we do wen enough, u rand
pa worked in the mines until' the coal fell upon
him and nearly killed him. Since' then he has
been unable to work except to attend the little
garden. . But Grandma and I weave straw hats,
and we get along nicely."
"I wish you'd weave me a hat with your own
hands, said Ihll.-7"I beliere I'd keep It forever
And I should like to see your Grandpa. - Does he
receive visits from strangers?" ' '
"I am sure he would be pleased to see you, sir,"
Rose answered, earnestly.
.VWell, In a rity or two I w4U-eAK A nd I hope j wit h a flourish.
me. It Is a sweet name. And in return, please
11 tnA Ttil! tnr vir-nhA njiTIa mil Phil."
... V. . .a.., .w. J r .
"Rose," said -Will Brownly, as soon as P1U1
Hanson left her. ".won't you talk a little to me
now?" v ; :.J- -
"Why, Will, what Is the matter? I am always
glad to talk to you, am I not?"
"Yes." said Will, hesitatingly. "But you
looked so pleased, and your eyes sparkled so when
Ae was talking to you, it looked as t though yotj
had forgotten ypur friends, who afe poor," and
liked to talk to thej-lch and 'proud Instead." :
-VN'.ow, Will, you know Mr.HHanson is not a bit
pro'u(tr Why, heanked me to cal -him -Phil, and
Is coming to see Grandpa la a dayior4wo."
"He is rlch. or hUUatler Is," said Will, sadly ;
"but oh, Rose, he 'can . never love' you' half as well
as I. You know I love you, Rose, and so tioes
mother. Why won't you come to me ?"
"Nowyoii foolish Will! Have I not told you
Pd never, leave the old folks asjong as they live?
What would they do wlthouTmej?. Thewuld
havelo"go" to" the nwr-liouse biii for me," salJ
Rose, shuddering.
"I'll help .keep them, -Rooe I can work two
hours a . day. more thanI :do; aud it Is said the
wages will be. raised four-pence a day soon. So
you need not wait on that account, Rose! And
you can weave straw the same as now, and I
swear I'll never touclV a ienny of your money.
May God deal with my mother as I deal by you,
TfrU." : .J ;----T-r 4-?""
-'You're' good and kind, Will, but it cannot be--
not yet" ' ''...
"Bless you for that. It gives me hope. You've
made me happier than I've been for munyaday."
"One moment, friends," said JhJlJUnson, later
off, as the guests were preparing to depart. "If
there are any ladies'who have far td'go to-night, I
have a great lazy horse, and. will be pleaded to
drive them home in my dog-cart,''
"Thank you, my lord," said one. " "We be all
lost to- whoame, save Rose Horner. She's - a
good I nil Lit to travel over." , -'. ,
common man, like yourselves;
r7WT(fdrahyTie1p;
own brother. Just
try me once.
"Three" cheers for our overseer's son !" ex
claimed a listener. - '---r-
They were given with a l.earty good will.
-iiJSow,' three cheers for our overseer !" '
These were also given with a vim.
j "I thank you, kind friends,, for both father and
myself." And-now, to show you fhat I do not feel
myself above you, shall I take one of you say
Miss Rose Horner, ashe has the farthest to go-
home In my trap?" -i- - . (
AH shouted "Yes !". amid clapping of hands and
stamping of feet. .
"Now, Miss Rose," sajd Phil, turning Jo her, "do
please allow me to see you home. The good folks
"will think I did not mean what I said, if I allow
you to refuse me." . '. '
"But, Mr. Hanson, I came u-jth Will Brownly."
"There's plenty of room for" all of ..us." Will cari
gVTtoo, atid weTcome." - .
"Thank you, Mr. Hanson,',' said Rose. "I will
"I will have the horse put in Immediately,"
said Phil. "Please excuse-xue for a few minutes.''
JUtose," said Will, sadly, "I'll walk, if you have
no objections," . ;s """"""
And without waiting for an answer,' he walked
rapidly away.
Phil Hanson, taking Tom Thorn by the arm and I
wandering away from the crowd. "Wasn't that
well played ?
Three c heers"for me, three cheers
for dad, and the girl to ride beside me going home!
Oh, It's too good ! . They swallowed every word I
said about their .being brothers' and -equaliihe
miserable cads ! Did you hear that fellow say
'whoame?' we be all elost to. Whoame ?' 'Twas
enough to make my horse laugh. But I'll have
that little beauty," as sure as you're bom !"
"Phil Hanson, I knowl'mbad enough," said
Tom, "buttor God's sake don't harm that little
one. I talked to her to-night, and she looked. Into
my eyes Just like mother did once, and I'm going
to be a better man-." :" "7" ""
"What's the matter with you ?' exclaimed Phil.
Sick? Sour grapes, eh?" '
"Xo. But let me bad as I am, Phil plead for
thai jrlrL-Who.-kuo.ws but -it may -idot wtt onetf
my own crimes. Yes; crimes!".
4 Oh, you be hanged ! youand yoQF morallz-
ng,'' saw l'lui. "l 11 do as l like. You came
down for a spree, and now you turn milksop:
Bah ! Go and take a drink, and be a man.".
'That's what I'm going 10 be' said Tom. !
am going to be a man, and not a beast of f prey,
preying asweitxti have upon the honor and vir
tue of weak and trusting girls."
Oh, you have, got It bad !" replied his friend,
with a sneer. .
"I wish I were dead. Phil. No.-! do not. either.
i want to live to be a man, that when my time
comes I can die a man ; not a beast a dog t Phil,
you-know-me-wellr-and -I-tell-yoirplalnly you
shall not destroy that little Oiie if Tom Thorn can
help it. Remember you have two to fleht Instead
of one." ; - . v .
"All ready, sir," said the hostler, driving' up
left him, and making his way to where IUse stood
waiting; led her with an air of the greatest respect
to the dog-cart.' '
"Where Is Will Brownly?" he asked. VThere
Is plenty of room for him."
"He said he preferred 0 walk," said Rose'. " -"IAm
sorry Will Is not with us,V fald Phil, as
they were rolling along rapidly on the smooth,
well-beaten road. "He seems to be a great friend
of yours?" . ; .' ' '-; ' .
r '.'Yes; he Is one of the best, youog irien In the,
world so kind and.gped to bis mother. Every
one in the .village speaks well of hlra." -
,"Are you perfectly comfortable ?" asked her"
companion, In a kindly tone. .... ' , -
"Yes; thank you. I ertjoy this ride very much."
"May I have the pleasure of driving out with .
you occasionally? I want some sue to point out
to me the different places of Interest, and should .
feel grateful If you would accompany nie some
times.". . .
.i'Thank yotuJUhould enjoy 2i but Grandpa or
Grandma could tell you so much more than I can,
and I do declare ; there's Will !? ' ... . , .
"om'e7,NVlll ; Jump up and rtde.There's lot
of room," said Phil, reining in his horser'rf
" "Thank you. I prefer to walk," said Will.
"Oh, nonsense Jump up! Miss Rose has been .
talking to me about you, and I want to get some
Information 'concerning the mines. Get:upln
front beside Miss Rose and drive; that's a good -
feiio'w.- " ' "
"I. don't know anything about horses, Mr. Han-,
son," said Will. 'I .never drove one in my life."
"Jump up behind, theu, and I'll have you'home '
Jn Ave minutes." . i
"Do, W41I," sak Rose, earnestly. ----
Thus persuaded, Will confuted to ride.
" ."The fact is," said Phil Hanson, after an .-awk
ward pause, . "I am trying to -persuade father to
pay a little more wages to some of the best hands,
and there Is a lit compiled 'containing the names
of those who are considered the best. , ,1 don't re
member at this moment whether your name Is on
the list or not; but if it is not, I Hill see that it is
a muc wun i . r 1 : 11 i: rij i. . . -
Rose, "h'e may want to get marrietl to some one,
eh, Miss Rose?"
The girl blushed, but Jid not answer.
?I always try to help these things along," added
Phi
"I wpuld like to get married," said Will, hop- -
estly ; "and If my wages are raised, it would be a
help. I will always be grateful to you, sir, for
your kindness."
"I am glad you told me Will. I will do all I
can ioryou. As regants mysvlL my heart Is my
own thus far, I have found women that Is"IttJ-
the so-called fashionable world to be heartless.
If a man Is tolerably well" ofly they try to catch
.him for his wealth. They don't know what love
is. It's all a sham with them. If I am ever mar-
riedrlt willbe to some good girl ; one that is poor;
one that will wait on me herself if sickness over
takes me; who will not leave nie to hired ser
vants, but will iIt by my side and hold my hand
w hen i he- en d onewr - And I t htnlcpM 1 ss" Rosep lie"
continued, "that this little village is the abiding-
place oi several sucn as i naye uescrioeu. l have
never' 'before seen such modest, pretty, well--
behivel ladies as I saw to-night."
"there 1? our home," said Rose, pointing to a
cottage, by the roadside. "I am much .obliged to
you, MrHanson, for your kindness, and should
be pleased to have you call. Good-night."-
rrM H?r Rtwer" rwnmiraiTsoon aa
plan I have In my mind U accomplished one
than hoje will give you some little pleasure.
GooI-nIght,Wili."
Once m6re, good-ulght.
"Will, what do you think of him Tl asked Rose.
uln he not noble, generous and kind?' Do you
call him proud now?" . . .
'Rose, if ho gets my wages ralsetl, aud you will
marry nterl will bless him as longaf Tllve. .But
if he.takes you from me, I'm afraid I'll cursehlm."
"Howf foolish yotr talk!" said Rose.. "As if he
would have me, a girl who weaves straw for her
bread I Good-night, Will. I am very tired."
She closed the gate and went In' 1 Sitting In heir
chamber, she thought long of all that .had been
said. 'Then rislirg suddenly, with her face wreathed
In happy smiles, she exclaimed :
"Oh, 'how foolish I am! He'll never think of
marrying poor mef" ,
F!AXXlJlHAYJULXDJrJUC-DOO
to gct'better acquainted with you, Miss Horner.
VHIyou Ull me your Cltrlstlan name?lL
c. tied Miss Horner. Kveryone calls me Rose."
" lien I will call you Rose if you will allow
All right," answered Phil. "Put in the wraps
liLt U4iipow7a;word with you,Tom
JIhflXiu-Doii'lyou nttTfef1Vilh, me,' or you'JU
do it at your peril !"
Without giving. his friend time to reply.
Children should be carefully, taught that real
greatness and Importance does not consist In the
place one holds or the house one lives in, to make
them satisfied with the social changes in this land
of shifting offices. No doubt Mrs. Hayes is the
kind of mother to make her children understand
this..: A- Wash I nit on dispatch to the Chicago
Tribune tells this incident:
The fact that this Is a world of change has been
Impressed on little Fannie Hayes, the youngest ;
child of the ex-President, who has ben left here to
firosecute her studies.- One day last Spring she
ripped over to the White House to make a call
on her friend, Mollte Garfield. But It so happened -that
the diplomatic corps were then being received, .
and a new doorkeeper, obeying orders, refused to
let Miss Fannie cros the threshold. v , k ..
"It was all right," said she to a friend of her
mother's; 'we are nobody now; I had no right to
BO In M?1Ma th.M n .i m II
T. . t- !.. I I 1 1 II L JS.
if urn 4ur iruviu iifru qi it, snegave oniers v
that Miss Fannie should always be admitted.-
Vompanton. '-. .
Pope Ieo XIII. is recognixed by the Italian law
as a spiritual sovereign, and not as a subject at
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