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Thn rind waH cliill, tlie hour was Into,
Yet did wo Ihig'rhij: (day.
Alua thut tlioBo who lovo must part!
No tnngtia can ever tell
How hard it is with breaklns heart,
To BAy "Farewell, farewell!"
The autumn Icnvcs enmo drifting down
Ahovn ub nnd iiroutMl,
TlicirBiiinnu'r ttlory dull and brown,
And dying on the ground.
Ala thut Uiohc who lovo miiHt parti
No tonsiio enn over toll .
How Hard it 1h, with bienkinc heart,
To Buy "Farewell, larcwclll"
And now tho mimmrr comes again;
Itcsido the Rntfl wo Htand,
And, closely in my own, lull fain
I claap iy darling's hand.
Oh joy that those who love need pat
No morel No tongue ran tell
Tho rapture ot tho liuppy heart
That no'cr need say "l-aruwell!"
SO TERIUBLY JEALOUS.
' Josephine Archer was angry. Sho
pursued licrlittlemouth, tightoniiiB the
ruby lips till tho last drop of blood
scorned to hiivu forsukon them; sho
stamped her little foot, and her big
brown eyes snapped lire iih who ex
claimed in tones savagely hissing:
"Oh, tho monster!" that was where
tho foot camedown. "And right in tho
faco and eyes of society. Kato Bixby
and Hello Botindtrly both saw him
Kallivuntingdowiithcmn'm street with
hor. Oh, oh, old"
At this point her voice seemed to fail
lier; but presently she continued
"Oh, Mr. Henry Oilman, if you don't
got piece of my mind when next you
insult mo bv vour presence, then I
shall miss my guess. Oh, you black
hearted, abominable, hypocritical,
faithless, wicked, wicked man!"
It was a terrible blow for poor Jobo-
phino. Sho was a pretty girl and a
good girl, only IS years of age; bright,
winsome and mostly laughter-loving.
But she didn't euro to laugh just now.
Sho wan the light, and the joy qf hor
liomc an only child the pet and tho
playfellow of both father and moth
er. Two years previous to this time
Ifonry Oilman, Esq., a young lawyer
just admitted to the bar, had selected
our thriving, growing town as tho Held
or his legal labors.
IIo had been only ono-and-twenty
when ho first came among us, but he
was a man of powerful intellect, keen,
bright and quick to see and under
stand; a ready and Huentspeaker; elo
quent when warm in ilebate; scrupu
lously truthful and honest; and, with
al, handsome,
Such a man could not fail, and he
did not.
Within a twelvemonth after ho had
established himself with us ho had
gained a lucrative practice, and by the
owl oft ho second year, at the ago of
SJit, ho was unable toattebd to all who
called upon him for professional ser
vice. And Henry Oilman had fallen in
love with Josephine Archer, and she
hud fallen in lovo with him; some of
her most intimate friends said she had
fallen desperately inlove; and wo think
they were right.
When the young lawyer spoke with
lior parentH on tho subject of his lovo
thoy wore rejoiced. They knew not an
other man in all tho world whom they
would have chosen in preference to
him for their daughter's husband.
Thoy knew how light-hearted and im
pulsive and ellervescont she was, and
thoy believed that ho possessed tho
qualities, both of head and heart, nec
essary to her happiness.
Oilman had tola Mr. Archer frankly
that ho possessed nothing of worldly
roods upon which to depend for a liv
ing. His father had died when he was
fi, leaving enough of property for tho
Burtort of his mother, with enough to
fimsh bis education.
On thn day that I passed my exam
ination ami was admitted to the bar
7 censed to draw from theseantystoro
my father left, and f promised my
mother that while she lived I would
not draw another penny; and 1 only
pray that sho may live to enjoy tho
very last farthing of it ."
Ho tho lover had been accept od by
nil concerned, and all had been very
happy in view of the compact.
But a cloud had arisen, as wo have
coo, und a storm was threatened.
More than oncohud Josophinopvoin
iaod her lover that she would never,
never allow thu spirit of jealousy to
possess her.
He had quickly seen how ardent and
impulsive sho wus, and he had told
licr:
"My darling, it you should over har
bor tho green-eyed monster in your
koHOtn, you would bo very unhappy.
Jt would poison your blood and em
bitter ovory thought and' feeling. Ho,
my dear, dear girl, don't you do it."
And siiu had promised that she
would not.
And yot sho had let tho mounter in.
She was about as jealous as a woman
could bo, awl it was on account of a
Mounting, young widowtho widow
Kitty Coryden.
Tho very name was enough to make
one uvilous.
"Kitty Corydent"
Jo.:ephine pronounced tho nnmo a
hundred time-), awl if its fair owner
could have heard her shewould surely
liftvo boon frightened.
Tho vindictive, hissing, savage tones
wen significant of direct vengeanco.
"Josephine what is tho matter with
your"
It was tho Hint time Henry hod
railed upon her since she hud "boon in
toniiiMl of his treachery.
"What in tho world is it, darling?"
he urged, attempting to put an arm
around hor. Hut sho pushed him in
dlcnaiitly away.
And you ask mo what it. is?"
lie stood back, und locked upon her
in utter bewilderment. For tho hie ol
him he could not understand it; and
ho told her so.
"Vnti can't understand it?" shobpito
fuliy exclaimed.
"Indeed I cannot."
"7'hen," she said, drawing a long,
deep breath and bestowing upon him
a look which she thought would anni
hilate him, "you had better go and
ask vour pretty widow your
sweet Ivittv Coryden!"
A bomb bursting nt his feet
could not have startled him more
deeply; but it was only for tho mo
ment. Ho was a man whoso conscious in
tegritywhose ever present sense of
truth and honor rendered him imper
vious to fear from such attack.
Presently tho look of consternation
gave way "to a pitying smile, and ho
gently said:
, "Poor child, who has been whisper
ing that nonsense into your ear'"
"Oh! its noui-em-e, is it? Perhaps
there isn't any Kitty Coryden?"
"J)ut there Is; and sho has called up
on me at my ollice."
"Yes, undyoii are going to find a
house for her here in our villago?"
"I have promised her that I will do
so."
"Oh, how coolly you take it!"
"Hut, my dcnr'Josephine, will you
listen to nie for just one minute. Let
me "
"No, sir! I will not! I want noth
ing more to do with you. Oo to your
Kitty! Oh, don't tell me! She's been
in your ollice, how ninny times? And
-and"
"Well, what more? Lot us havctho
whole clwirge."
"Oh. didn't von didn't you only
yesterday, when she got out of tho
coach, didn't you oh, you false-hearted
man!"
"Didn't I what, .Tosey?"
"Don't call mo Joseyl Don't ever
dare to do it againl Oh, you took
Kitty in your arms "
"No, no, I deny l hat in toto," broko
in Henry, smiling in spiteof his efforts
to the contrary.
"Well, you you kissed iicr! So
there!"
".My dear Josephine, to that I plead
guilty."
"You you do!" gasped the stricken
jjirl, utterly confounded by the man's
impervious audacity. Sho struggled
up from the blow, and pointed to the
door.
"There! there, sir.is tho door! Go!
and never let mo look upon your
faco again. Not a word. Ihaveheard
enough. t!o!"
He gazed upon hor for a brief space
a. few seconds and then with Home
thing very much like a smilo upon his
frank and honest fuca, he turned and
left the room and left the house, say
ing to himself as he went:
"Poor child! I will not biamo ha
lf sho did not lovo mo truly and well, .
she would not feel so deeply."
He know very well who had made the
mischief. A certain maiden, who had
sought in vain to win his smiles who
had thrown herself almost into his
arms repetendly.and whom ho had been I
forced to repulses-had seen his fair
client alight at tho door of his ollice,
and had very likely, seen him kiss her;
for he had done that thing; and had
done it most lovingly.
Meanwhile an unhappy maiden sat
all alone in the great drawing-room of
Judge Archer's (ho had been judge of
probate) imposing residence. Sho had
never in all her hfo been so unhappy
before.
As sho called back the face of her
lover, and again, infancy, heard the
rich music of'liis voice, she could not
believe that he was a traitor.
Could he be false to her? Oh, she
would not believe it!
"And yet yet that kiss Kato and
Hello both saw it; or Kate did, at any
rate. And he acknowledged it, too!
Oli, that is too much. If he had a sis
tor, orconsin.or anythingof that kind
but ho has not he has told mo so
himself."
Thus sat the maiden of tho crushed
and bleeding heart, buried beneath an
uvalancho of horror and despair; horror-stricken
at the perfidy other lover,
and .in despair because he would
never come back to her never any
more thus pale and shivering when
her father and mother entered the
room.
They looked at her in wonder and
alarm.
"Josephine! mv dear child! what in
tho world is the meaning of this? What
So spake tho judge, with a hand laid
tenderly upon his daughter's head, and
his voice betraying an emotion deep
and fervent.
Sho did not answer him. Sho only
bent her head lower, and sobbed more
violently. Then her mother spoke,
but without the depth of emotion
that had characterized tho speech ol
her father:
"Josephine, this is uothingbut a lov
er s quarrel; ana an on your part, i u
bo bound. You've been doing some
thing foolish."
Tho girl was upon her feet upon the
instant, her hands clenched, her teeth
set, and her eyes Hashing.
"A lover s quarrel, hiiegnspea. "un
mv nnrr. Oh vim don't know von
don t know what tho the wrotchlias
been doing. Ho is false! fa No! false!"
"Hut, my dear child, what lias he
been doing?"
"lie's done enough. I am not his
first love not his truolovo. She-eihe
lias followed hiiii here hisswoet Kitt
C'orvden. ml ho hugged hor and and
kissed her on the very sidewalk!
His what?-his who?" asked the
judge, choking and gaspingashespoko .
"His Kitty Coryden!" snapped the
iKiiidon with terrible vindictiwnoss.
TheolTeet upon her father was mar
velous. Ho sank down into chair,
his face pulTed and purple, and wher.
ho could enroll his breath lie hurst in
to nn uproarious lit of laughter; am.'
ho was laughing with the tenrsstroam
ing down his checks, when thodooi
communicating with tho front hal.
was unceremoniously opened, and
Kilter Henry Oilman, Ksq.. loading '
bo tho liand aliidv for a lady sho cor-
tiunly was a nuld-oyed, Hwetit-facod I
woman, twtito and nhinm. a wealth o!
golden brown trewsus oso-aplng from bo
noatn a luunty little hat ot moo an
ostrich feathers in short, n woman
whom anybody might have loved at
night, for sho was not only very beau
tiful, but sho looked good, and true,
and brave.
Sho was certainly older than was
Harry Oilman; but, then, many a
match had been made between parties
morewidly separated by ago than were
those two.
However, Henry led tho lady for
ward and presented her first to the
host and hostess.
"Judge Archer and Mrs. Archer. I
have tho pleasure of introducing to
yon my mother! And a mother good
and true she has been to inc."
The judge had recovered himself im
mediately upon the entrance of tho
now comers, and he was not at nil tair
tirised bv the introduction.
I Henry had spoken with him on the
subject of finding a house such as his
I mother would like to live in, for ho
! had persuaded her to come and make
her homo near him, if not with him.
I Mrs. Archer was surprised, for she
' had not heard that Henry was expect
; ing his mother's arrival, and sho w;ns
furthermore surprised upon beholding
in that mother a woman so young and
so beautiful; but she manifested none
cf surprise m her "reeling, winch was
warm and ardent.
It remained for poor Josephine to bo
dumbfounded. Henry had often spo
ken of his mother; had tcjld how- good
sho had always been to him; how she
had paid out'of her own store, for his
comfort and convenience while in col
lege, far more than she wus legally
bound to do.
She had, in fact, anticipated his
wants and supplied them cheerfully,
and oven joyously.
"Josephine," he said, as ho turned
to where she stood, struggling with all
her might to recover her scattered sen
ses, "this is my own dear motherland
this, mamma, N my own dear Jose
phine; and I hope you will lovelier for
mv sake ns well as your own."
while Josephine, with thoughts of
hor lover's perfidy driven from her
mind, held the mild-eyed woman by
tho hand, thinking how easy it would
he to lovo her, 1 lenry proceeded, speak
ing to the family:
"1 think I have never told you my
mother's name. You will pardon me,
mamma. My father died, us you
know, when'f was 15 years of age.
Three years later my mother married
again married with Judge Coryden
of Swnnport."
At this point Joscphino started
with a quick gasp.
"At the end of a year, however," the
voting man went on, "tho judge died.
My niother.of course, retains his name,
biit sho seldom speaks of him; and
when old friends, who know not of this
second marriage, call her by tho old
I name1, she never corrects them. In fact,
. most of her letters by post oonicdiiec-
ted to Mrs. Kate Oilman."
Then he turned onceiiioreto Josoph
ino who stood like ono struggling be
neath the weight ofa terrible incubus,
and said to her with a merry twinkle
in his keen gray eyes:
"So now, my darling, you know my
sweet Kitty Coryden, and I think you
will not take it further amiss"
Hefore he could speak further, her
little white hand was clasped over his
I mouth, and she found strength to
whisper in his ear:
"Oh, Harry, don't don't! if you can
lovo mo still. say no more till wo are
alone."
And when, later, they were alone,
Joscphino humbled herself completely.
She saw her glaring fault. It was
not that sho had been hurt at heart
by what she had heard of her lover,
but it was this: That she had not
confidence enough in him to ask for an
explanation.
Jit short she would have sacrificed
tho happiness ofa lifetime to a pas
sion and tho prejudice of a moment.
Josephine is now a happy wife, with
beautiful children laughing and play-
ling around her, and from that time
that miserable evening on which she
made the acquaintance of sweet Kitty
Coryden sho has not for a moment
harbored the green-eyed monster in
her bosom. She entertained tho de
mon once, and she never will enter
tain him again.
And that same sweet Kitty Coryden
. is a joy and a blessing in her home,
' and if her children were better, bright
' or and more healthful and helpful than
I children of the sanio age generally are,
sho feels in her heart that she owes it
all to the firm yet gentle and loving
ministrations tender and tireless
of their grandmother that same
grandmother of whom she was onco
upon a time so terribly jealous.
ItebuUo Tor Silly Girls and
Their Parents.
From die Kenton Dully Advertiser.
Nearly fifty young women received
tho bachelor's degree to admit a
slight contrnuiction in terms at Smith
college on Wednesday.
No doubt each one had properly
qualified herself for this distinction.
Hut when one finds among tho names
of these graduates Nellies and Carries
and Jennies, and oven a Yirgio and an
Aniie, it does not seem as if tho gravo
lot t era A. H. will well becomo their
owners.
One does not see Ooorgies and Fi ed
dies in the list of those who graduated
at Harvard College.
It may be hoped that soinetuno be
fore the era when wo havo women tor
governors and senators tho mothers
of tho land will overcome their fond
ness for having their daughters bap
tized with nicknames, or that tho
daughters wil
discard such
daughters will have dignity enough to
manners wnen iney es
cape) from girlhood.
Tho Chinese wall is over 1 ,000 miles
long, but is not continuous, being a
mere bivast work where the mountains
nro previpitous, and is surmounted
with towers no more than 40 foot hUh
where tho chances for attack nro tin-
usually favorable. It is not milew
high nor hundreds of yards broad,
Tho old stories in -'tunt books of
travels won) mostly imaginary, and as
is now Romutiine'tho fashion, wuroox-
aggeratod for the purpose of selling the
books.
DUMBER 49?,
vi.. cr Journal.
Some years ago I was making a
sketching tour in tho West country,
and found myself onoSeptember after
noon on Dartmoor, a few miles from
Princes Town. I had been strolling
lazily aboutfor some time, when I suel
denly came upon a bit of moorland,
which I decided it was imperatively'
my duty to transfer to canvas, bo I
sat down on a mossy bowlder, and
was soon diligently at work, and ab
sorbed in the task of trying to repre
sent the lovely autumnal tints on
stream, rock and heather. Intent on
my picture, I took no note of time,
till suddenly I perceived the shadow
;;ctting ominously long; and consult
ing my watch, I found it was past fivo
o'clock, and that unless I made a
speedy start I should hardly reach
Princes Town bcforcnightfall; so I hast
ily packed up my traps, deciding that
I would come and finish the sketch on
tho following day.
I was just lighting my pipe, prepara
tory to starting, when I fancied that I
saw something move behind a large
rock a few yards away and I heard
what fcounded very like a smothereel
couh. I was a bit startled, as, save
thehirds, no Jiving thinghadbeen near
mc for hours; but I thought I would
fceo what it was, so I walked up to tho
snot, and pushing aside the hidi
bracken, was going to. ox.amino tho
place, when suddenly a figure rose up
and confronted mc. I am not a ner
vous man, but I must confess I got a
ptart as Isawbeforc moa man e'lothed
in convict garb, baro-headed, wild and
dishevelled. Even in my first alarm I
remember I noticed the number -102 on
his clothes, and I don't fancy I shall
ever forget that .number.
I grasped my stick firmly nnd
thought to myself that I was, so to
speak, in a very nice little fix. Con
victs are not pleasant neighbors at any
time; but a tete-a-tete with nn escaped
convict on a lonely moor, miles from
any house, is decidedly an interview
not tc be desired.
However my fears speedily subsideel
for my convict did not seem at all dis
posed to make himself disagreeable,
but merely stood looking at me, trem
bling in every limb, and from tiino to
time coughing in a way that shook his
wasted frame all over, Poor chap!
ho was a piteous spectacle his prison
dress just hanging abouthini, ho look
ed like a" living skeleton.
The situation was awkward to mo.
As a law-abidii:g citizen I felt that it
was my duty to take some means of
restoring him to the establishment at
Princes Town, which he had evidently
quitted without leave; while, as an
ordinary human being, I felt tho sin
ceres t pity for the haggard fellow who
stood there gazing at mo with hollow,
feverish eyes. However, the contest
between duty and compassion was
speedily put an end to by No. -102 him
self, for after a more than usually
racking cough, his legs gave way under
him and he rolled down among the
bracken. Duty lied; compassion won
the day. I went and picked
him up and propped him with
his back against 'n rock, where ho
gasped and i;hokcdtill I really thought
he would die then and there. In a
minute or two, however, he revived,
and in a very faint awl feeble voice
said: "I'm nigh starved, guv'nor; I
guess it's about up with me."
I went back to get some sandwiches
out of my caseand offered thewu to him;
lie seized them eagerly, and began te
cat them ravmously; but again a ter
rible tit of coughing came on, and he
sank back sa-ing: "It ain't no use; I
can't eat now; s'spoo I'm gono too
far."
Here was a pleasant position. Tho
man was evidently in tho last stage of
exhaustion; and even my tin
practiced eyo could see that No. 402
hud his days, orcvon hours, numbered.
I moistened his Hps with some
brandy out of my flask, and saw, to
my satisfaction hat this produced a
decided improvement. Hut what in
the world I should do next perplexed
me sorely, so I repe'ate'd the doso of
brandy and took council with myself
us to the next moves
rndortho influence of the brandy
my patient propped himself up again,
and with great difficulty told mo how
lie had escapeHUiointheconvict prison
threv days before, and had wandered
over the moor till want of food and
exposure huel to use his own words
"spoilt his own game," and ho was go
ing hack to prison to give himself up.
Seeing mo sketching, and feeling his
strength almost gone, ho had decided
to surrender himself to mo; but when
he got near the poor fellow's courage
failed him, and he had crawled away
behind the rock whero I had eliscover
ed him.
I did not think ho would die in quod;
but I kept my thoughts to myself, for
I felt sure t'.mt before tho prison could
bo reached No. -102 would bo far
enough away, and it would only bo a
suit of con -let clothes on a poorskole
ton Unit would enter the gloomy gate.
"Look hero, my poor chap," said I,
"you can't stop here; you must let me
carry you us well as I can, nnd I must
try and get you back to the prison."
I felt rat nor mean as I said this, for
I did pity .litn heartily. I knew noth
ing about his crimes. Ho might havo
betn thogroattttt villain; yet I felt for
him having iust tasted liberty and
having to o back to captivitv;'and a
single glance at him showed pretty
plainly that tho prison could not hold
him long, oven if wo over got there. I
expected some attempt at resistance;
but, to my surprise, ho quietly ne-qui-csml,
saying:
"All right, guv'nor; it can't bo o!ped
I've had my try, but sunmiat tola as
1 wouldn't sueverd."
It was now getting late, nnd tho sun
was just down, so there wiw no time
to bo lost, as wo had a long wnv to
go, nnd I was rather doubtful about
my powers of carrying him, for ho was
or had Ik"0u of a toltrnblo size ami
weight; hut now ho looked Hitch a mora
bundle of bono, that I thought I might
nan.ige it ' Vt nuy rnto, there was
nothing lo do but to try; so I hoisted
him up on my back and started off in
tho directiou'of Prineo.xs Town.
If.l.all not easily forget that journey;
it soon grew unite" dark, ns I toiled on
over tho lonely road, with frequent
halts to rest, while poor No.
402 grew weaker and weaker, und
his terrible cough nioro and more fre
quent. We had gono, Iwupposc, about
three miles, when I began to feel that
it was quite impossible for nio to nc
complisli tho remaining distance, ns it
wus so dark that I stumbled painfully
over the rough path, and at each
stumble my burden groaned with pain,
nnd coughed so dismally, that I felt
my well-inennt endeavors were only
putting him to coniploto torture; so I
stopped, laid him on tho grass, and
tolcl him that we would not try to go
on till the moon rose. "All right,
guv'nor," said he. feebly, and fell back
fainting; so I administered thclastfow
drops of brandy I had left, covered
hint up as well as I could with my coat,
propped his head upon my sketching
case, sat down by his side, and won
dered what would 'bo tho end of my ad
venture1. 1 looked nt my watch nnd saw that
it was nine o'clock. Tho moon, I knew
would not rise till nearly midnight, so
wchad three hours to watt. I think
those three hours were the longest ever
passed in my life. The silence and tho
loneliness of the moor wero terrible,
nnd No. 492 lay with his eyes closed,
und, save for "an occasional groan,
might havo been dead. Once or twice
he tried to s'.enk, but apparently it
was beyond his powers, and ho fell
DflCK again exhausted. Unco ho put
out his hand, caught mine, and to my
great surprise, carried it to his lips and
kist-ed it. I am not much used to hav
ing my hand kissed at any time, and
should probably under any circumstan
ces, feel tho situation embarrassing;
but to have it kissed by a dying con
vict out on Dartmoor, in the niiddlo
of the night, was a novel experience.
I did not mean to hurt tho feelings
of No. 402, but I drew it away some
what hastily; and then, seeing his
lips move, as if ho was trying to say
something, I bent over him to listen,
and in a voice little more than a whis
per, ho said: "Hog your pardon, sir;
but you have been precious kind to
me, and I feels weak and silly; didn't
mean no offense."
I hastened with somo compunction
to reassure him that I was not offend
ed; and again lie closed his eyes; and
around us onco more was silence.
At last, to my great joy, tho sky
brightened up a 'bit; the outlines of the
trees became more distinct, and tho
moon appeared over the hills, and
shot a flood of silver light all over
tho moor. My spirits, which had fallen i
below zero, revived considerably; dark
ness lias at all times a depressing in
lluence, and under my pecuiiarcircuni
stances, had reduced me to u most pro
found melancholy. I felt quite glad to
see the moon rise, though, beyond the
fact of being able to see whero wo were,
it did not materially assist mo out ol
the fix I was in.
I looked at No. 402 and ho seemed
to bo asleep I did not like to wako
him, so 1 got up quietly, intending to
walk to tho top of a hill close by,
and sen! if I could discover tho lights of
PrincesH Town, or any houso nearer,
to which I might direct my steps. I
was not gone long perhaps half an
hour; and when I came back, I found
No. 402 with his eyes wide open, and
to my great surprise though I don't
know why I should havo been so sur
prisedtears running down his checks.
Really, my ideas about convicts wero
bccoiiiming quite upseit; ono who fur
tively kissed my hand, and who wept
was. I thought, indeed an anomaly.
I bent over him and asked him if ho
was in worse pain, or what was t he
matter. Poor fellow! he lifted his
wasted hand, drew it across his eyes,
and said: "No; I ain't in no pain now,
sir; but I woke from a bit of dozo and
saw that you was gone; and I thought
as how you had left me; and somehow
I felt lone-some and afeared" and then
a great sob shook him."
1 assured him that I was not going
tolonvohim, and he appeared com
forted. Then, after a pauso, said: "I
ain't one ns has been much afeared in
my time, sir; but,somehow,now I can't
'el'p it; it seems all of a tremble; audit
Jooks awful dark ahead of mo, and I
bo so weak I elon t seom ablo to lace it
no-how.
I longed truly to bo ablo to help
him, and wished it with all my heart
that I could do it bettor; but feeling
rather nshaiued, I tried to tell No. 402
something about a strong Hand which
will help m the dark valley, and Ono
who will be near us when of ourselves,
ns ho said, "wo don't seem to bo ablo
to faco it nohow." Ho listened atten
tively and then closetl his eyes, mur
muring something Icouldnotcatch.
"It ain't no ttso my trying to got
away, guv'nor," said lie, sadly; "I'm
that weak I can't walk a stop. 1
couldn't escape now, not if a carriage-and-four
was waiting for mo. l'dwan't
a tittss to lift me up into it. Guess I'll
die in quod after all."
After a pause, J asked him if he
would trv to go on ncain. "All right.
guv'nor; you knows best," was his an
swer, but very faint and fevble.
Well, I picked him up agutn, and oil
I started. Hy this time tho moon was
hi.T,h up, so wo progressed a good devil
faster than before, and had traversed
n considerable distance before I had to
stop and put my bunion down. Even
then, 1 could havo gone a bit further,
but No. -102 whispered : "St op. sir, now;
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11 illll l III) UM', i;uuiuiiiiuiui.
I laid him down, and saw nt n glance
that our journey together was about
to end. In tho moonlight ho looked
fhnstly and wan; and ns I laid
lint down, a voilent fit of coughing
came on, nnd after it a red stream Haw
ed from his mouth. Poor fellow!
thought I, nnd yet I could hardly pity
him really, for tohim death must have
e'onio ns a two friend. Ho Iny (juiet
for somo time, nnd I wiped the blood
from his lips; then, just ns tho firt-t
grny streak of dawn appeared, he
raised himself on his elbow and whis
pered; "I've been a bad 'un I knows,
but I did'nt 'avo no chance. .Sayabit
of prayer for me, sir."
1 hero was no refusing; nnd ns I fin
bhed.his face lighted up, nnd again re
, pontine; hi formula, "All right, guv'
nor," he fell back dead. IIo hadsuc-
' eciidod in his escape, after ail.
t I covereil up fhe body, rind think
ing no one would bo likely to cone
near the1 spot, I drew it aside near the
rock which I should recognize again,
nnd started off, walking briskly to
Princes town, considering ninny tilings
I by the way. I went to theprison.nnd
came oacK wiinsome wantons to snow
them the spot; and, as 1 wus obliged
to await the inquest. I attended tho
funeral of poor No. 402.
I trust in the "Other Land" it may
'.5- for him as for many of us for whom
it has been all wrong "All right."
Tho Story of William Tell.
The new United States Minister to
Switzerland having been requested by
th6 government to niako inquiries
ns to tho authenticity of the story of
William Tell, tho following, from
"Myths nnd Dreams," by Edward
Clodd, may prove interesting:
Everybody has heard how in the year
l.107 (or, as some say, 1200; Gosslcr,
Yogt (or Governor) of tho Emperor
Albert of Ilapsburg, set a hat on a
pole ns a symbol of tho Imperial-power,
and ordered every ono who passed
by to do oboisunco to it; and. how a
mountaineer named Wilhelm Tell, who
hated Gossler and tho tyranny which
the symbol expressed, passed by with
out saluting the hat, and was at once
seized and brought before Gessler, who
ordered that as a punish ment Tell
l ..il l i i I . I i
Miouta snoot nn nppio on uio neau oi
his own son. As resistance wus vain,
th nppio was plnced on tho boy's
head, when Tell bent his bow, and tho
arrow, piercing the apple, fell with it to
the ground. Gessler saw that Tell, be
fore shooting, had stuck a second ar
row in liis belt, and, akingthorofison,
received this for answer "It wus for
you; had I shot my child, know that
this would have pierced your heart."
Now, tin story first occurs in tho
chronicle of Melchior Huss, who wrote
at the end of the fifteenth century i.
c, about 1 70 years after its reputed
occurrence. The absence of any ref
erence to it in contemporary records
caused doubt to be thrown upon it
three centuries ago. Guillimanii, tho
author of a work on Swiss antiquities,
published in 150S, calls it a fable, but
subscribes to tho current belief in it
because tho talo is so popular! Tho
race to which ho belonged is not yet
extinct. A century and a half later
a moro fearless sceptic, who said that
the story was of Danish origin,, was
condemned by the Canton of Urt to bo
burnt alive, and in the well-timed nb
soijce of the offender his book was or
dered to be burned by tho common
hangman. Hut the truth is great, and
prevails. G. von Wyss, the Swiss his
torian, has pointed out that tho name
of Wilhelm Tell does not occur oven
once in the history of the three can
tons, neither is there any trace that a
Yogt named Gessler over served the
house of Ilapsburg there. Moreover,
the legend does not correspond to any
fact of a period of oppressions ef the
Swiss at tho hands ot their Austrian
rulers.
"There exist in contemporary rec
ords no instances of wanton courage
and insolence on the Ilapsburg side.
It was the object of that power to ob
tain political ascendancy, not to in
dulge its representatives in lust nnd
wanton insult," and. whero records of
disputes between particular persons oc
cur, "the symptoms of violence, as
natural enough' npiear rather on tho
siilo of the Swiss than on that of the
aggrandising Imperial houso."
Candour, nowever, requires that tho
"evidence" in support of tho legend
should bo stated. There is tho foun
tain on the suppof-ed site of tho linie
troe in the mnrket-placo at Altdorf by
which young Tell stood, as well as tho
colossal plaster statue of tho hero
himself which confronts us ns wo enter
tho quaint village. But moro than
this, tho veritable cross-bow itself is
preserved in the arsenal 'at Zurich!
However, although tho little Toll's
chape'l, as restored, was opened with
n national fete, in the presence of two
members of tho Federal Council, in
June, ISSii, the Swiss now admit in
their school teaching that their story
is legendary.
Queer Visitors AYho Take G rover
by the llnnd Every Day.
Washington Special to tho Dispatch.
There is a queer crowd at tho Excct:
ti vo Mansion every day to shako hands
with tho President. Ho gives his pub
lic audience in tho East. room daily at
1 o'clock, and thero gather men, wom
en and children, mostly strangers and
non-residents, to take him by tho hand.
One fellow came cocked nnd primed
with a set speech. Howasniear the
end of tho lino, and us ho got to the
President ho ruined his voico grand
iloquently and snid:
"I am honored, sir, to boallowed to
take t liis hand. Now is the winter of
our discontent made glorious summer
by the son of Now York. 1 nm " and
hero tho usher fiml him past his mark
to tho President's great relief.
A little girl conies noxt and says:
"Mr. President, 1 want to give you n
good shake, on for myself and one for
my little brother Willie," and the
childish eves sparkled.
"Toll vour little brother Willie,"
paid the President, emilingashograsp
cd the tender hand, "that I would like
to havo him come and give mo a good
bhake for himself."
Tho crow d pasod on, and a brace ol
pretty girls took their turn. The
President is very liuninn, and if he
held on to tho maidenly hands a lit
tlo longor and pressed them a little
more tenderly, it was but natural.
Farmers and mechanics and matron
and dtule-a and pcoplo of ovory decree
tako their turn and pass out. Feu
onch the President has a word or a
stnilo or both, replying with happy
taut to tho various remarks. It is
only a moment, but to'inorit oHIk
visitors it is a momout of a lifetime.