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I would set forth equally the inexorable advance of The Spiritualists of London have set about the organman's understanding in the path of knowledge, and the ization of a movement, having for its avowed object the unquenchable claims of his emotional nature which the controlling of certain annoyances alleged to be received understanding can never satisfy. The world embraces not at the hands of what are designated evil spirits. This only a Newton, but a Shakespeare; not only a Boyle, but movement has been commenced in apparent good faith, a Kaphael ; not only a Kant, but a Beethoven; not only and the believers have determined to convene a confera Darwin, but a Carlyle. Not in each of these, but in all, ence of the various classes of good and evil spirits, with is human nature whole. They are not opposed, but sup- the intention of preventing the latter from being troubleplementary ; not mutually exclusive, but reconcilable. some companions. The initiated affect to believe that And if, still unsatisfied, the human mind, with the yearn. spirits so called are capable of being influenced for good, ing of a pilgrim for his distant home, will turn to the mys- and, ludicrouely improbable as it appears, we are assured tery from which it has emerged, seeking so to fashion it as that the Spiritualists really intend to invite the spirits to a to give unity to thought and faith - so long as this is done, conference with the above object. not only without intolerance or bigotry of any kind, but

Some months ago no little amusement was created by with the enlightened recognition that ultimate fixity of conception is bere unattainable, and that each succeeding for the purposes of his story, invented an explosive so

the imaginative exaggeration of a magazine writer, who, age must be held free to fashion the mystery in accordance with its own needs — then, in opposition to all the restric powerful that a pinch of it would blow a large island and

all its inhabitants to “Nowhere." As usual, the facts of tions of Materialism, I would affirm this to be a field for the noblest exercise of what, in contrast with the knowing General Morin has just exhibited before the French Acad

science are keeping pace with the fictions of literature. faculties, may be called the creative faculties of man. Here, however, I must quit a theme too great for me to handle,

emy a bottle containing eight kilogrammes of osmium, the but which will be handled by the loftiest minds ages after claimed, “to poison the universe, as one milligramme o

most poisonous metal known. This is enough,” he exf you and I, like streaks of morning cloud, shall have melted Osmium' diffused through one hundred cubic metres of ais into the infinite azure of the past.

renders it irrespirable." We really feel very uncomfortable, and should like to know what the general intends

doing with that bottle. FOREIGN NOTES.

The latest luxury, says a London paper, is caves. “In DANDELION salad is now one of the dainty daily dishes

order to establish a reputation for wealth nowadays, it is served in some of the French restaurants.

necessary to be the owner of a cave. A mansion is all

very well, but the possession of a cave immediately stamps Mr. Tennyson is stated to be at work upon his “Bo

the owner as a person of importance. The caves at adicea,” which, it is hoped, he will be able to perfect in a

Brighton are in the cliff, and approached only from the short time.

shore. Costly magnificent pianos, settees, gas, furniture, A French evening paper is about to be started in books, and knick-knacks bring their aid to make the caves London. The new paper is said to be in the hands of the into delightful smoking or drawing-rooms; and being adImperialists.

mitted to this costliness and glitter straight from the mel"CASTLE Daly,” which is now appearing in Macmil- ancholy beach, at night, brings up recollections of many

And no mean hospilan's Magazine, is by Miss Keary, the author of “ Little tality is exercised in them. The man who does possess a Sealskin and other Poems."

Brighton cave is as much sought after as the happy owner A MANUSCRIPT poem in the Bodleian, written by one

of a Thames villa on Sundays in the season, and it is said Forrest, addressed to Queen Mary, and being a his ory of

that the reversion of such properties is eagerly demanded.” Queen Katherine, is to be printed at once by one of the An interesting paper on the subject of precious stones members of the Roxburghe Club.

appears in a recent number of the St. Petersburg Gazette. The Journal de Genève states that the ascent of Mont M. Gilson, the author, has just completed a journey round Blanc has just been effected by Charles Rand, a native of the world, undertaken for the express purpose of making Chicago, only fifteen years of age — probably the youngest inquiries into this branch of trade. From his researches tourist who has ever reached the summit.' The Journal it appears that, owing principally to the plentiful supply adds that the youth is a member of a temperance society, from the South African fields, diamonds are at a lower and took nothing but water and melted snow.

price than they bave been for ten years past. Pearls and An instance has bappened at Gessenay, near Berne, York an opal about the size of a moderately-sized olive

emeralds, on the other hand, are at a premium. At New wherein a man hanged himself from being overwhelmed with good fortune. The man, by immense efforts, suc

would fetch, at the present time, about 1,200 roubles, a ceeded in amassing a considerable sum of money. Not sapphire of the same size would be worth 1,800 roubles,

an emerald 10,000, a diamond 18,000, and a ruby 50,000. long ago be was informed that a legacy of 25,000 francs had been left him. This piece of fortune gave him the

In Europe these prices would vary somewhat, opals and A profound melancholy seized him, and the sapphires fetching more and emeralds less. 'Pearls are fear of death from hunger haunted him day and night.

now brought from Central America, California, and the Persian Gulf

, but they none of them rival those of the To avoid this he stealthily left his house one night, went into a neighboring forest, and hung himself to a pine Africa into America are worth about seven million roubles,

East Indies. The diamonds annually imported from South branch. He left a fortune of 100,000 francs.

and the importation into Europe averages about the same. The Municipality of Paris is very much divided on the Many of them are of good size, and nearly all without exburial question ; the old cemeteries are full, and there is a ception of a yellowish tinge, the consequence being that reluctance now to establish a new cemetery — as proposed diamonds of similar color have actually gone down 75 per

so far from the city as to lead to an indifference on the cent. in the market. Diamonds, indeed, would have fallen part of the living towards the memory of their dead, a lower in valve had it not been that the realization of enorworship in which all Frenchmen unanimously join. Cre- mous fortunes in America through petroleum and military mation has had its advocates from a political point of view, contracts created an excessive demand. A similar deprewhich is new, and there were councillors who denied that ciation in the price of diamonds was occasioned at the graveyards were poisonous. The medical profession, it time of the discovery of the Brazilian diamond mines, was asserted, were acquainted with various trade diseases, Golconda having previously supplied the market. But the but no one alleged grave-diggers were an unhealthy class; stones soon regained their original value, and it may be besides, of the 2000 medical students, none ever fell victims confidently expected that the effect of the African diggings to the emanations of the dissecting-room.

will be also merely temporary.

mortal blow.

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ence of his publisher, he will be compelled to know something about the details of publishing. As the one most

interested, he will follow the fortunes of the book and find AUTHORS AS PUBLISHERS.

means for promoting its success. All this will be found

hard by many, and in most cases there will be a conThere are two occasions when an author is likely to

sciousness of something, if not mean, yet not at all exhilundertake the publication of his own work : one is when

arating in the occupation. There is a sense of incongrunobody wishes to publish for him; the other when every- ity, quickest felt by the poet himself

, between his chosen body stands ready to perform that function.

occupation and his accidental one. He is embarrassed We limit what we have to say to the class of authors by the frequent necessity of treating his book as entirely who are exclusively men of letters, leaving out of consid

outside of himself, when in reality it is a part of bis being. eration the writers of professional and text-books. Let Moreover, there is always a dissatisfied feeling in underus suppose, for example, the case of a poet who has never

taking to manage a matter where one has not real control, published his poems, and has no reputation save a private and the author knows very well that while he may make one among friends. He cannot find a publisher willing suggestions, and indeed give orders to his publisher, it is to take the risk of manufacturing and selling the vol

the publisher who really holds the various strings and ume, but he is told that if he will bear the cost of the pulls them with more or less wisdom. manufacture, advertising, and incidental publishing ex

There is no doubt that the division of labor works to penses, the publisher will put the book upon the market

the advantage of the author, when he can relinquish the in the customary manner, making returns of the wholesale work of publishing to the publisher, and confine himself to price of all copies sold, and charging a commission to

his own appointed work of writing. After all, his fame cover his labor and influence in disposing of the book.

and fortune will be made by the manner in which he Probably more than one successful writer has been com

writes, and not by the skill or labor which he expends pelled to begin in this way, to take all the risks at the

upon pushing his books. Better let him give his strength outset, and to continue to bear all or a portion of the risk

to that, and consign his books, with the best judgment until his name and writings had won a distinct position he possesses, to those whose business it is to make and and made themselves of commercial value.

sell them. Any little success he may attain in dabbling Does this seem a hard experience? It must be remem

in publishing will probably be energy drawn away from bered that the publisher, so far as he is a capitalist, is

the production of other and better books. Here let it be obliged to regard every book brought to him as an article

remarked that many new writers overrate the importof merchandise, and he knows that in the book-market

ance to them of securing for publisher some firm whose which he supplies, intrinsic merit is not the sole condition

name will give prestige to their writings. No doubt such of value. The book must have also aptness, be taking, as

an introduction will give them a more respectful hearthe phrase goes, and have in it various elements which he ing; but in many cases they would more wisely put their may not be able to analyze, but is likely to feel, just so

book into the hands, not of a publisher of wide connecfar as he is a good taster of literary wares. He knows, tion, but of a bookseller who would interest himself to too, the inertness of the public mind, and how long it is

dispose of it over his own counter. This is a more quiet before a name becomes familiar and associated with good

way, but it is by no means necessarily the less effective reading. As a matter of fact, publishers are as credulous

way. Personal influence has much to do in overcoming as other people, and many a poet has given his labor

the public indifference to a new and unheralded author ; away, receiving in return a certain amount of public rec

this can be exerted to good effect by the bookseller, who ognition, where his publisher has given labor and money

knows his customers and their tastes. We must defer to which will not come back in any shape at all.

another time a consideration of those authors who turn Turn and look at the matter as we may, the beginner publishers, not from necessity, but from the persuasion that in literature has to meet and overcome obstacles as slowly this course will be most profitable to them. and patiently as the beginner in any other profession. How much more frequent, we may say, it is for a writer to

NOTES. win recognition and lay the foundation of his fortune with his first book, than it is for a physician to spring into no- – There are signs of a special interest in architectural tice by a single successful operation, or for a lawyer to subjects. Besides Mrs. Horton's “ Architecture for Genfind his place at the bar by a single well-conducted case. eral Students," announced as just ready by Hurd and The grievances of an author are no greater than those Houghton, New York; The Riverside Press, Cambridge, of any other dealer in intellectual commodities, though J. R. Osgood & Co. announce two books by the great possibly he has an advantage over his fellows, in a greater French authority, Viollet-le-Duc, “The Story of a House,” variety of modes of reaching the public; he need not make translated by George M. Towle, and “Discourses on Arthe risk at first of publishing a book ; he has a wide range chitecture,” translated by Henry Van Brunt, a well-known of choice in the various journals and magazines, and is architect of Boston. not shut out from lecturing.

It has become very common, of late years, to display It will be found that the poet who undertakes to reach upon the face of mercantile buildings the initials or monthe public through the agency of a book published on ograms of the owner of the estate. So, too, blocks of buildings have their name given in full, generally just - Major Elliott, in his report on the light-house system under the cornice. The names of the blocks, beside com- of European countries compared with ours, says there are memorating the owners of the estate, sometimes call at- many details of construction and administration which we tention to a bit of history or association, as Cathedral can adopt to advantage, while there are many in which Block in Boston, recalling to many the cathedral which we excel.

Our sbore signals particularly are vastly supeonce stood on the site. It would be interesting if histor- rior in number and power. Europe is in advance of us in ical sites were marked more generally. By a sort of using both gas and electric lights in positions of special poetic fitness, the Boston Post has just built an iron importance; in the use of azimuthal condensing prisms structure for its use, upon the face of which are the words for certain localities ; in the character of their lamps ; in “ Birthplace of Franklin.” We wonder how many of the the use of fog signals in light-ships; in their light-ships thousands who pass daily through Scollay Square, in Bos- with revolving lights; and, more than all, the character ton, have ever noticed the tablet in the face of the build- of their keepers, who are in service during good behavior, ing at the southern corner of Court and Tremont streets, who are promoted for merit, and whose lives are insured bearing the words

by the government for the benefit of their families. Ma

jor Elliott says all the countries except our own bare Occupied

adopted the use of mineral oil, which is more cleanly than BY WASHINGTON,

the lard oil used in our light-houses. It is not injuriously

affected by the severest cold, the lamps are more readily Oct. 1789.

lighted, and don't require trimming during the longest

nights, while the cost is a little over one third that of the And of those who have seen it, how many know the ori

lard oil. gin of the inscription? What an excellent custom it would be if every city were to commemorate its worthies - The Carpenters' Company of Philadelphia celebrated by tablets in the buildings occupied by them. The men on the fifth of this month the centennial anniversary of letters and art and science might thus be affection- of the meeting of the first Continental Congress. That ately remembered and named over again to children and body held its sessions in a building belonging to the Comstrangers.

pany of Carpenters, still standing near the foot of ChestThe stationers and printers in color are making an

nut Street, and known hen, as now, by the name of the effort to erect in Central Park a statue (in stone, of

Carpenters' Hall. course) in honor of Senefelder, the inventor - discoverer, - Lovers of musical history are always making inwe may fairly say — of lithography. Louis Prang, Victor

quiries after A. W. Thayer's life of Beethoven.

The E. Mauger, and the Messrs. Hart are the chief promoters, statement is made by the Springfield Republican that he and have authorized Mr. George Hess, the sculptor, to has reached the years 1809 and 1810, in the third volume collect the historical material and model a design to be

of his life of Beethoven, which he has been writing since submitted to the committee. There is no process in art 1850. The work is to consist of four volumes ; two have which seems so accidental in its discovery as that of been published in German, by Weber, of Berlin, and Mr. lithography

Thayer will not prepare the English edition until he en- It is expected that the Montpensier collection of ters upon his fourth volume in German. A correspondpaintings will be opened to the public in the Athenæum

ent of the Chicago Tribune writes : “ When I knew Gallery in Boston, about the middle of the present month. Mr. Thayer in Berlin, in 1854–56, he was earning a Fifty-five of the most valuable pictures in the collection, meagre support by newspaper correspondence and occabelonging to the Duc de Montpensier, were on their way

sional literary work, contending with poverty on one hand, to England for safe keeping on account of the troubled

and a serious affection of the head on the other, yet purcondition of affairs in Spain. Sent from Seville, they had

suing his life-work with indomitable zeal. The two comreached Gibraltar, where they were detained on account

panions of those days have not deserted him, and his work of some failure in the arrangements made for their exhibi- makes slow progress. It is true bis appointment as contion in London. Mr. Arthur Codman, of Boston, hap- sul at Trieste, by Mr. Lincoln, has served to keep the pening to be in Gibraltar, heard of the pictures being

wolf from the door, but Thayer could not be United States there, and conceived the idea of securing them for exbi

consul without bringing to the performance of his new bition in America. He wrote home, and letters were sent

duties the same conscientious thoroughness and integrity out to the Duke, special assistance being rendered by

that characterizes all his labors, and that involve time and M. Laugel, well known as a French writer, and cor

labor that should be devoted, and were before sacred, to respondent of The Nation, who married an American

Beethoven." lady. The application was favorably received and the - Mr. Bancroft's new book, the tenth and concludpictures will probably remain here some time. The col-ing volume of his History of the United States, — to be lection is, we believe, wholly made up of works by Span- published in September by Little, Brown & Co., shows ish masters, and we suspect the general public will at first plainly the influence of the author's residence in Germany, be disappointed after hearing so much of the collection,

in its graceful yet substantial acknowledgment of Prussince the qualities which render it valuable will be chiefly

sia's good offices to the United States during their struggle appreciated by students. Nothing is more desirable, how- for existence. A notable feature of the volume is its clear ever, at the present time, than that our people, with their exposition of the policies of European courts in 1778–81, new enthusiasm for art, should have the opportunity of with reference to the young republic. Mr. Bancroft's exchanging their study of engravings and photographs for

arraignment of George III. and his ministry is overwhelmgenuine works of really great men. The names of the ing, and his revelations of the barbarous cruelty of British artists represented in the collection are generally unfa- officers are amazing. The volume is very interesting, miliar to the ordinary reader, with the exception of Mu- the narrative of campaigns in South Carolina being sperillo, who has one picture, and Velasquez, who has three.

cially attractive.

EVERY SATURDAY.

A JOURNAL OF CHOICE READING.

VOL. II.]

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 26, 1874.

[No. 13.

ness.

BY MARY CLEMMER AMES.

CHAPTER XXIV.

EARNING HER LIVING.

sorry to think how I shall worry you with my limp HIS TWO WIVES.1

I know there's not an hour in the day that I do not feel as if I must double up for good, and never hold up my head again. I don't believe I could, it it were not for my child.”

Oh, “There's millinerin',” said Evelyn; “ you could

yes ye could; 'tain't in ye to die, not yit. Jest

think on it! Is one man all the world ? A mighty make your everlastin' fortin in a shop at the Corners.

mean little world to my thinkin', considerin' what's Everybody was askin' me on Sunday who trimmed left; an' jest as much for you as for anybody God my bunnit. There warn't no other bunnit in meetin'

ever made. Now jest remember that !” to compare with it. Never see anybody in my life

“ I will,” and that instant Agnes' eyes rested on the could make a bow with a single twist of her fingers, green earth outside the cottage door, and despite all, and sech a bow as you ken.”

she knew that she loved it. “ Yes, I can make a bow or a bonnet; the only

“ Ef a thing's to be done, the only way to get it things in the world I am sure I can make that might done is to go straight an’ do it,” said Evelyn, sentenbring in money. What I feel no power to manage tiously, as she gave a shining milk-pan a final rub, and would be the business part; the buying of goods, the

started to harness John for a drive to the Corners. coming in contact with people. Oh, Evelyn, I feel as

“ How my way is all prepared and made smooth for if I could not see anybody. I want to stay here, in

me by others, by those upon whom I have no mortal side of these woods, shut away from all the world !”

claim save that which their kind hearts give me !” said Agnes.

said Agnes, as sitting on the door-step she watched “Cert'in you do ; but its mighty uncert'in that Evelyn and John vanish out of sight into the woods. would be the best for ye. Ye can't do nuthin' in this

Nearly three weeks had passed since she came to world, queeny, not even makin' a bunnit, without facin'

the Pinnacle. She had risen at last from the shock it. But I guess I ken fix it for ye. There's Mis’ Buzzill. I'll jest go ver to the Corners an' talk her She faced her future. She gazed without shrinking

and torpor of grief which laid her low after her arrival. into the notion of settin' up shop ag’in. She's mighty upon all she believed that it held for her - loneliness anxious to do it. She shet up 'cause nobody liked her and labor. The first was an old companion, the secbunnits. She hain't a mite o' taste. When she had a

ond she would make her friend ; she shrank only from shop all the Dufferin folks that didn't get their bunnits

the contacts that it must bring her. She dreaded the from Montreal got 'em at the Lake, an' from Bostin; friction of dissonant tastes and of unequal culture; they warn’t goin' to wear her flarin' scuttles when they the curiosity of human nature, probing the veiled could buy city bunnits for no more money. I'll tell her sanctuary of the heart ; its thoughtless criticism, which you're from the city, an' that you both can make a

holds so little tender mercy .even for the guiltless. fortin in a shop, if you set up together. You ken

These were thongs in the scourge of life which she make the bunnits an' trim 'em, and she can buy goods

must bear, and perhaps more and more as the years an' talk to the folks. What could be more satisfyin'?”

What she could not bear would be to eat “ Nothing, in its way; if you can bring it about, the bread of dependence, to be a burden to those upon Evelyn.”

whom she had no claim, least of all to those who had “ Wall, I ken. I feel certain sure. I'll hev you nothing themselves save what they had wrung from both sot up for the fall trade. An’ when winter comes, the earth by long years of patient toil

. Yet if she had an' the dull time, an' the snow shets us in, why, you stayed in the world how few things there were that sbe ken jest stay in your little room with money to spare, could have done that would have won support to heran' take your comfort and nothin' to hender.”

self and her child. She could paint pictures — pictures “ You good Evelyn! how bright and easy you make full of feeling touched with inspiration in tint and exeverything look. I feel equal to doing anything that I attempt, when I listen to you, but when I think of it pression ; but her later years had taken from her al

most the last chance of improvement in this direction. alone by myself it seems impossible that I should

Even were she the mistress of technical art, how could really bring anything to pass."

she paint pictures enough or find people enough to buy “ You see what you want, deary, is backbone. I then, to pay for shelter, food, raiment, and the educanever see nobody in my life that I liked better, but

tion of Vida? What would it not be to her to embody you do need stiff’nin'.”

and hold in palpable form somewhat of the evanescent “ Then you must be my stiffener, Evelyn. I am

beauty this moment hovering around her ? The steel.

like scintillations of the Tarn flashing through the 1 Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1874, by H. O. HOUGA

hedge of willows which fringed it; the purple flush

went on.

Tox & Co., in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.

upon the Pinnacle, resting on it like the dewy bloom violet from your little boy's grave, sure it would be on a new-gathered plum; the shifting sunlight in which dear to your aching heart.” the woodbine leaves quivered transfigured above her On these words tears dropped, the first that had head; even the gnarled, moss-lined, fern-fringed stump fallen from Agnes' eyes that morning. She had no by the door: if she could but reflect a tithe of what reason to suppose that her husband had made any she saw, and send it far away to the great city, if but effort to ascertain where she might be. Why should as a dim reproduction and revelation of the alchemics he? How could he ? ” she asked herself. She knew of color and form wrought by the mother-earth in her too well that Cyril did not even wish to look in her solitudes, it would be a joy indeed. “But not money, face; to see there the consciousness that she had read alas ! not money,” she sighed. “I must have money; those two letters. Their words had separated them to have it, I must earn it.”

for all time, - they made the end. “ The end !" she She could paint life in words. If well or ill she said aloud with convulsive sob. “ Never, never again could not tell, she had but so lately learned that she on earth am I to look into his eyes and know him to could paint it at all. Her heart gave a throb at the be mine, mine only! My only love, the life of my life, , thought of the little manuscript book still hidden in my husband! I have no husband. 1, who have lived her reticule ; of the impassioned words of love, faith, so long in and for another wholly, henceforth must live sorrow, that it held; words wrung from her soul in alone, alone to the eud. I, who have been deemed all the silence of her darkened chamber, in the aspiration weakness, must now be all strength." and desolation of her isolated heart. Had it not been And still beyond that “end” she seemed to see him, for loss, loneliness, suffering, and experience, those clothed upon with his right mind, born again through words could never have been written. Had she gleaned suffering into a similitude of the ideal man of her in the fields of knowledge for naught! Had she gar- youth, her own once more, and she his, — but not for nered into her storehouse only for her own use ? Had earth. She did not understand how she could see him she loved, suffered, grown strong, still for her own thus. sake only? Was there no other woman out in the Evelyn returned from Dufferin Corners flushed with great world somewhere, bereft, alone, as she was, to delight, her eyes dancing in her head with triumph. whom she could send sympathy, if only by a thought ?

• Mis' Buzzill is buzzin' round like a bumblebee in It would comfort her own heart if she could.

a bunnit, I can tell ye,” she said, all unconscious of her But it was not to be thought of. Who would print alliteration. “She's as tough as a biled owl in her disher poor little words, however true ? Was she in any position, as well as in her constitooshun. My! what an wise certain that her brain or heart held aught that individooal to get sot into traces, and sech! No matter another wanted? She felt in no way sure. She felt what way you pull, she pulls t'other, unless she knows sure of nothing save that she could trim a bonnet, and it's in the direction of a dollar, an' she sees the dollar. make one.

And she felt grateful that in her daily | A dollar's dearer to 'er than 'er soul, enuff sight. I labor she could yet apply the artist-faculty which God can manage 'er. I made 'er see the dollar an' the had given her, if only in the lowliest and lightest forms heaps of dollars you'll bring in, an' the toughest thing of art. The model bonnet that imperceptibly shaped to do I did : I made it the main spoke in the wheel itself before her inward sight, what did it mean to her ? that the dollars were to be shared ekul, you have jest It meant iudependence, the power to help others, the

as many as 'er. She was tough on that, I can tell education of her child. “For I shall live here ye. 'A quarter, a quarter,' for you, she sed, would be always,” she said; “I shall work, think, remember, jest fair. “Not much,' cez I; .if she pays fur half of grow old, and die here. And Vida! Ah, if they do the fixin's an' duz all the work, and throws in 'er repnot some day rob me of her, I shall want her, too, to utashun, balf or nothin', sez I ; an' sot my back, an' live here always — away from the wicked, wicked wouldn't give in, didn't give in, an inch. Half of all world. I will teach her above everything to be sim- profits will be yourn, deary. An' if you hevu't the ple, truthful, content; to expect little, yet to live for money to spare to buy half o' the goods, I hev, out o' the most and the noblest in little things, hour by hour." my butter money. You're welcome to it, a thousand She drew a letter from her bosom. It was from her

times;

ken pay me back out o' the profits when faithful friend Mary, to whom she bade farewell with

you git ready." many blessings and many tears at the railway station “I can never pay you back Evelyn, never, in Boston. It was written at her parting request, and thousandth part of what I owe you already.” gave her the only information which she had received “ Stuff ! I gi'n in one thing, only one ; I hed to, in from Lotusmere since her flight. All Lotusport knew reason, you see, to promise 'er I'd bring you over to of her departure, the letter said, but nobody knew talk with 'er afore she went fur the goods. You'll whither she had gone. Had she gone by the railway, hev to tell 'er, you know, what to git, an' you'll hev dozens would have seen her at the station or on the to be with 'er ev'ry day after you set up shop. Mebby cars ; but going as she did, no dweller in Lotusport it's jest as well to git broke in one time as t'other," knew it but Captain Ben and his wife. “Need I say, said Evelyn, sympathetically. “An' I've turned the honored friend,” the letter went on, “ that you are safe road for you, an' tore up the snags an' heaved 'em out of with us? No mortal could wring from us a word that sight, so you'll find it toliable smooth runnin', I guess.” you would not wish us to tell. I've not seen anybody “I will go with you in the morning,” said Agues who seemed surprised, nor nobody who don't pity you. bravely." And you told her all that had to be told, , The house is all shut up like. They do say that the Evelyn ?” in a trembling voice, “ so that I shall nol be gentleman himself has gone altogether, and that no- in terror of her questions?” body be there but Miss Kane. I only know what I “ I told 'er you was a widder. You are a widder, hear.

ain't ye? The most unfortinit sort of a widder, to my “ But I did go up the back path last night, when I thinkin'! I give 'er the name you sed, Missis Darcy. was sure none could see, and did pick for you this I fas’en'd my tongue stiff an' long on missis, I can tel

an' you

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