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The wide air around, but looked into my
heart and the gold was still there--the void
which you alone can fill. Believe me, you
have labored under some woeful misapprehen-
sion TO cause you to deSpiSe one whom you
once blessed with your love. I am not I'M
worthy--cast not unheeded from you heart
that is all your own-but say that may come
to thee, my bright. my beautiful--say that
may claim thee my own"
Ere she finished reading, the binding
tears unrestrained coursed down her pale
cheeks. Laying aside the note. she per.
cieved that the envelope was not yet
empty. when giving it a shake out fell a
faded. pressed, withered flower. Ha!
what miracles do seeming triles work.
Faded. withered, changed, yet still the
same. Isabel Denham's tremb bling. beat
ing heart at once recognized the wild
flower ofthe mountain. to obtain which
her life had been we'll nigh lost. and with
the recognition came a host Of mournful
memories mingled with some of bright.
er hue. Stanhope then once fondly low
ed. but now discarded, yet still pleading.
and her unknown pseserver were one
In 1t she deemed she saw the shaping of
destiny-the hand of unseen power, and
quick as the lightning's flash came the con-
victiOn never again to be shaken Of her
lovers innocence. Tears Of Joy like
drops from the OVERLOOKING goblet of bliss
silently rolled down her lovely face. and
while the angel of mercy famed her
heart with its white wings, she seized
pencil and wrote
Come. dear Howard, forgive. and
come to
Your own"
And thus did Howard S,anhope win
his peerless bride. Isabel in due time
learned the secret of the letters. which.
through the baseness of an evil heart had
been the means Of all her trouble. as they
had been the cause of all her doubt. The
intriguing Miss Johnson married a veal
thy wool carder, who has too much love
for his money to waste much of his pre-
cious affection on his wife, and too much
admiration for the white and brown of
his ''rolis' to devote any extraordinary
amount OF it to the ''pink and yellow"
of her complexion. and so after few
months of welded discomfort she died of
jealousy and the ph,hysic. Harry Irvine
In returning from his second tour in Eu-
rope. with his head filled with ridiculous
notions of high bred aris,ocracy, and his
heart cherishing feeling OF profound
contempt for American conventionalism,
was ship wrecked and lost. Charles Nor
timer, like his friend Stanhope. has be-
come the happiest of men. and has an
elegant establishment in the fashionable
portion OF the capitol. over which his
charming young wife presides with be-
coming dignity and grace. as We lately
had the pleasure of testifying in person.
Mrs. Belmont, heaven bless her, is Mrs.
Belmont still, a true-hearted. perfect
woman, and living IN the same imposing
mansion in which she cordially welcom-
ed our hero on the night of his debut
Her doors are still ever open to strangers
of worth. though she yet maintains her
wonted preference for Kentuckians.
All their ANNIVERSARIES of Julia
W were vanity and averiee. She
ceqsstsed her young affianced for veal.
thy, ugly. uninteTesting man, whom she
married the winter after leaving Sarotaga
and removed to the east. But she found
toe late that gold does not bring happi-
ness, and ten months from her cruel de.
seEtion of her former lover. they both
slept broken hearted in the narrow con-
fines Of the grave.
Lastly. Howard Stsnhope, our hero. is
still as eloquent and energetic as in the
days of his early youth. Having risen
fIom the humble walks Of obscurity TO
seat in the high places. he yet remains
uneontaminated by the pride Of exalted
station. true patriot, devoted TO the
interests of his country.
Some whose eyes shall fall upon this
page may never have the fortune to meet
with Howard Stanhope-yet in this broad
land of Tepublicanism there are many
like him. Oh. that the lives Of such may
be devoted like his to noble aims. The
welfare of his country. and the perpetu-
alton Of her free institutions. Let them
arouse from the ls.hargy Of Incidence and
arm for the conflict-let the m work. and
work with an aim-lst them leap into
the breach and battle manfully, battle for
human freedom. The arena is world
wide. and the followers of tyranny are
bound legions. Let them strike off the
shackles-the shackles of ignorance. the
tyrant-and redeemed. worship at the al
tsTs of wisdom, and freedom, and truth.