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l2ln4 2Ir. mat refnAIncuIIi aIrfts streuBth,
controlling her thoughts and actions.-
These minor loves might have been
branches from the old trunk, receiving
their nourisbment partially from it; but
the root was fresh and extended its ten
drills so far into her life, that it was i'm
possible to destroy them.
One month passed and then another,
until the hour of Eata's departure had ar
rived.
A few parting words, and they were
separated for years; they parted almost
indifferently. Why? did the presence
of third party make any difference.
We can only shake our heads and won
der.
If Casader missed her friend during
the succeeding months, no person knew
it, for she hardly spoke of her. We feel
that she did miss her, though she resolv-
ed in spite of her love to forget. As for
needing her love in the future, that could
not be, and why occasion herself un-
necessary sorrow on her account. They
were so different, so unlike in nearly
every particular, that it was SIMPLY
foolish TO care for her. So thought Casa
der. Oh woman, pause, consider, think
what you are doing and desist.
The resolve was made before Eata's
departure, though she was innocent as to
the cause of Casader's changed deport-
ment. She noticed it only to mourn in
secret, vowing she would never love an
heart she could not find. 1t took away
the little faith, the little confidence she
thought to place in humanity. Italmost
made her misanthropist; it taught her
to study before trusting. She forgot to
be charitable, and in great many ways
changed the never too cohhding girl in
to cold hearted being. Poor girl one
she thought would prove untrue, and
she condemned every other human be-
ing. One was false, so all the rest would
he. twas a false rule, and she knew il
after many years-yet tile benefit deriv-
ed from that winters association far ex
ceeded the injurious effect. 1t gave am.
bition and desire to be Casader's equal
in everything, or never TO meet her again
Sorrowful hours were hers, for she loved
her schoolmate dearer than life itself
but her pride would not bear humilia-
tion. The first letter Eata received after
her return home, informed her that
Casader was going to Europe, and in tive
months. She was not surprised, for she
expected it; yet the certainty sent a
thrill to her heart, and the exclamation,
tour friendship is broken" TO her lips,
the tears to her eyes. Why should she
care, for did she not have an object in
life? Yes, but these words sounded in
her ears, II want you to have an object
in life, and then lice in part for ne.''
The letter was answered in love and
brought but cold return. As Enta sat
by the window reading it bitter thoughts
took possession of hcr mind. She con-
sured one who professed to be her friend,
because policy was taking away her
goodness of heart; pride and selfish am
bition leading her to resign friend.
ct pray she may never rue it," said
the desponded girl. The letter was cold
and distant, intended for the last one,
yet no fond word told of past love or
spoke OF future remembrance.
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ly, as though she had passed the ordeal
and stood the test.
"Yes, darling, no matter how tenn
pestuous the waves, 1 will remember my
first love and ever be a friend to you.-
Casader, if the sacrifice of life could
bring you genuine appiness, or free you
from any trouble, would willingly of
fer it. can do no more; earthly mon
arch could ask no truer subject"
/ believe every word you utter, and
should be inhumsn did not love you
for your devotion to me. My true friend
know you to be; one on whom can
rely. do not want you to die, but
want you to have an object in life, and
then live in part for me-"
"Come, girls, the bell is ringing for
prayers. Dear me, why don't you have
a lightf You are the greatest mopes
ever saw, always together, and that in
the dark. Why don'tyou join us in our
sports and appear kind of civilized, in
stead of talking about the past and fu-
ture so much? If was you 1 would
have something to do with the present,
for it is the only time that belongs to mc.
1 do declare, if you are not standing at
the window. suppose you are looking
at some bright consultations, it is such a
pitchy dark night they must be very
brilliant-when the rain stops for a mo-
ment."
"Ob, Lottie, what perfect string; do
keep still, and run right down stairs"
said Casader.
"Still in such dark room as this?-
grand father grievous! am afraid of
ghosts and hobgoblins in such place,
and if am st.ll they'll surely seize me.
I don't believe can ever find the door
oh DEAR" said she as she stumbled against
chair, "why don't you put the bed in
the middle of the room and place all the
chairs around it. 1 believe you two
were moon-struck tho other night for
you have appeared luna ever SINCE"
"a mistake, Lottie, 1 should say it
was you, for you are very loquacious."
"Well, I'm gone when get away, so
fare-the well sweet love-siclS lovers"
And away bounded Lottie McLaid,
Casader's own cousin, tho jolly girl OF
the Seminary.
Perhaps some may think Casader's
one great love was being divided into
portions; that she was giving one u lit
| tie, and then another a smaller amount
that these respective shares would be re
4 called in the fature and. layished on an
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ssIeeten STORY.
One Night on the Battlefield.

"TTARRY, is that your God be
IL thanked, I've found you at last.
I've been hunting for three or four
hours. Harry, boy, speak to me-"
"John," faltered the low, faint voice,
that fluttered and ended in a weary sigh.
"Come, come you've got more life in
you than that. Swallow this" and he
held his canteen to the parched lips Of
the wounded man. The slight draught
seemed 10 revive the suffering soldier.
lie opened his eyes again; they were
brighter and clearer.
"Thank you, john" he murmured,
at should have died of thirst. You are
not hurt-eh?"
"Thank you, too, but ana," respon-
ded the young man. leaning over him.
"Not badly, then ?"
80, nol' only so bad that can't
stand, and can hardly crawl. But see
here, I'm not man to give up, you
know; so hunted for you on my hands
and knees-not exactly that either, but
by jerks, sideways. How do you feel,
IIdlyt
"Pretty bad, John-it hurts me some
times when breathe"
"You don't say so; why, where are
you struck, old fellow? ?"
"In the breast, believe. John, dc
you think it is through the lungs be.
cause I'm gone if it is"
"You're not gone yet, at all events,
said the sturdy soldier. arranging his
position so that he could attend to his
friend with the least pain to himself
:" See here, Harry, whatever comes il is
always best to keep up your spirits
How do know but I'm to lose my leg
foot, or something? But 1 shan't worry
let me tell you"
In the leg?" articulated the wound
ed man with contortion of pain.
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written for the e"Clayton Herald''l
CASADER CHAFIELD;
OR,
THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE.
-
ny VIOLA.
CHAPTER XII.
oHAPTER XII.
A NEW AcQUAINrANoE.

A NEW ACQUAINTANCE.
One year mas passed since the parting
of Casader and Garfield. Nearly year
since, Casader arose from sick bed to a
new life. Everything had undergone a
change in those months; people we're
different; everyone's chief thought was
self; cold, naughty, Indifferent person.
ages, IL seemed to be her lot to meet
Some were lacking in principle, many
in honesty, but few in self esteem. She
distrusted each one of them until they
proved worthy 10 occupy place Of con-
fidence. A vtsg small number she Sc
lected from tise Crowd, but she was care
full not to over-tax them, for she felt they
would iall by the wayside, or in oth0r
words, prove untrue. She formed
opinions that 20 person conld eradicate
for experience pronounced them just. 1t
was the fall offs The preceding spring
tho family, consisting of Mrs. Chafield,
her two sonssand Casader moved to Da-
ton. There Mrs. Chafield re-established
a school for young ladies, and welcomed
as her pupils, some excellent students.
Not any particularly brilliant ones in an
educational point, but some that were
NATURALLY very bright. Casader formed
ashort attaci,ment for one of them, and
though In eaueation her inferior, in ma
tural worth, purity of heart, strength of
mind, her cqnal. Aloof from the others,
they had their quiet conversations, ard
Ica ia Stratfofd, lost her heart to one
| OF hor own sex. Was it strange? per-
hnps so, but she never found it SO her
companion mnst have disposed of it..
| Strangcr still that though the maidens
professed TO care for each other, they
never spoke Of meeting in the future
with any degree of certainty. Even in
| its foNlnatiou Friendship there seemed
! 70 be cieu hanging over both TO take
- eeyaSt
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3REAMLAND.
BY CHARLES KENpAt.


Out OF the sweet old legends
Beekons fair, white hand,
And silvery, bell-lil5e voices
Tell OF an unknown land;
Where magic roses blossom
In the evenings golden light,
And the air is laden with fragrance
From the lilies silver-white.
The trees, with their waving branches.
Murmur a fairy song,
And the broolxlet merrily dances
AS II ripples and gurgles along.
And tender, enchanting love-songs
Float on the balmy breeze,
And the hearts unspeakablc longing
BY their music is set at ease.
Would that my steps could reach it,
That happy, flowery strandl
For all OF my earthly Affections
Would cease in that fiowery land.
Oft in my dreams ] see it,
In its glamour bright and fair,
But with daylIght's earliest glimmer
1t vanishes into air.
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py nuffufSsz, ,i.aa sattsa.r - -, - :,
hundred written by Englishmen or
Americans, and no one could fail TO dis
tinguish every one of them, though all
should be written in the same language,
and with the same pens and paper. The
difference between Italian, Spanish and
German hand writings is equally decid-
ed. In fact, there is about as great dr.
ference between the hand-writings of
different nations as in their languages.
And it is singular truth, that though
man may become identified with anoth-
er nation, and speak its language as well,
perhaps better, than his own, yet never
can he succeed in changing his hand
writing TO foreign style.
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Selected pastg.
@aoonrAnD @usrc.

What saith Tho hum of woodlands,
The undertone Of the air?
Can fancy understand 1t,
Or human words declare7
Mine can; at least, dream so,
As listen and compare.
The trees, from leaves and branches,
All seem to whisper and sigh,
AS lovers might to lovers,
Under the moonlit sky,
AS passionate ard foolish
Letting the world go by.
The grass to the grass makes music,
And the wind in its current rolls,
The sedges sigh to the willows,
The flower with the flower condoles,
Each in its little circle,
AS II they were human souls.
The tiniest life In the sunbeam,
In the pebbles cavern dark,
In the ripple of the Swallows,
Where straw may be an ark
In the shelter or the mosses,
In the crinlxles of the bark.
In every pulse and movement
OF Natures mighty breath,
Enacts forever and ever
The tale Of Life and Death
or Hope, and Struggle, and Effort,
OfLle, and Love, and Death.
There's war among the myriods,
That nutter, and float, and crawl
There's cruelty, and bloodshed,
And agony mid them all
The strong consuming the feeble,
The large expressing the small.
In their little world they suffer,
AS man in his larger sphere;
Yet not, in Gods great bounty
Without some blessings cleor.
And the kindly compensations
That balance fate severe.
Their voices, though we hear not,
Keep time to the tune of Spring;
The bee In the rose is happy,
And the moth upon the wing;
And the worm has as much enjoyment
AS The birds that soar and sing.
Ay, here in this breezy woodland.
Under the bright blue sky.
To me all nature whispers,
And the grass and flowers reply
-rl ~ ala tIas atnrnal chorus
...s. y I. .1rs. w. II SO
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here she laid in her little bed, cold and
beautiful, while her poor father was dy-
ing. But o God be thankedi My pray
ers were heard-my Harry died a Chris
tian.p
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Il
mother died hoping for salvation. She
will mourn for me, unworthy though I
have been, for was her only son."
"Harry, 1 won't hear you talk that
way"
L say il you should go home alone,
John, and my little blue-eyed Mary
my little lamb-my little comfort II
seems as if saw her right before me,
and felt her innocent lips upon my fore
head. OH my sweet baby ~ and sob
ended the exclamation.
"Now, Harry, you are making your
self uneasy for nothing. Everything
shall be done for the child, promise
you that, whether you live or die"
"I am not afraid, John. God will
take care of my baby; but that strange
feeling that she was so near melt un-
manned me. Don't you think it's most
morning, John?"
al hope so, Harry. Are your feet
any warmer?''
No, but they will be, perhaps; try and
go to sleep, john"
Poor John was nearly overcome by fa-
tigue and watching, and in spite Of the
pain in his wounded leg, in spite of his
great anxiety, he fell asleep in the cold
and darkness. No eye could see the
awful carnage of that solitary place, but
the sleepless eye of Jehovah; no ear but
his heard the hollow groans, the calls
for mother and wife-the beloved name
gasped out as the last breath failed.
John was wakened rudely by grasp
upon his shoulder. With cry of pain,
he attempted TO move, but his wound
was inflamed and his leg stiff. The sun
was just breaking upon the scene OF hor-
ror. He shivered as the full conscious
ness of his situation came upon him.
"Are you wounded, my man?" ask
ed the kindly voice of volunteer who
had come to render what assistance he
could.
ayes. have you brought an ambu.
lancer"
"The ambulances are on the way
they will be here soon."
"well, attend to poor Harry, here
first. Don't disturb him now, hes
asleep. Poor fellowi he was awake all
night"
''Here is some wine; you are cold"
"Ohl thank you" said John; but
stop-it would be the right thing fol
Harry. I'll venture to wake him, he
needs some stimulant." The man went
forward, gazed in the cold, white face
and turned to the soldier.
awake him, never mind" said John
" My friend, I cannot wake him. He
will never wake again."
With wild cry, John dragged him
self forward, forgetful of his wound, and
fell on the body of his friend, weeping
piteously as he exclaimed: 40 Harry
had rather lost every man than your
"I never saw so sweet and happy q
face" murmured the stranger, and left
the dead for the living.
"He died a Christian" John wrote
home to the old mother. 81 His little
child and you shall be cared for"
"On the l3th," sobbed the bereaved
mother, as she read the sad particulars
of that eventiul night. "No wonder he
thought his baby was with him, for on
that night she diel, sweet angel, and
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WISH 5II satrrc--r4rrz-,-s- -,ssrscv'orru, iis-
tie less eheerfully, as he looked in vain
for the hoped for assistance.
"we shall have to stay here all night,
I'm thinKing,r said Harry, as the sun
went gradually down, and the wind
with cruel chill in his voice, came
whistling from the northeast.
"If there was only something to build
fire with, to make one comfortable r
muitered John, under his breath. "How
do you you feel now, Harry? Livelyas
ever2"
go, John never had your good
spirits; and the pain is hard to bear
And you must be in pain, toop'
"Oh only trifie-I can stand it; bu
Harry, my good fellow, tell you yor
must keep up heart. I've wrapped yor
round the best can, but you'll suffel
with the cold, I'm afraid"
"Only my feet, John, John, if coult
get them warm."
"Wait minute said his companion
and edging himself around, he took tn,
poor fellows feet in his lap, and wrapp
ed his own coat around them. Cole
and dark came that awful night. M
moon lightel up the horrible place GOV
cred with the dead and dying. Some
times a piercing groan told where lifi
still iingered--a low moan spoke of thu
fast, falling breath. Oh what thoughts
what agonies did that sad and blood
stained field witness that nightl
"John," said Harry, after a lont
pause, "did you ever prayf'
Pray, Harry, why-no-yos-wher
I've been mighty hard pressed, I sup
pose I have. My mother prays," h,
added, choking little.
"Ahi John, so does mine; but tha
won't save u.s."
"That's true, Harry, I've often wish
ed was praying man; but 1 neve
was. Praying, 1 take it, is just asking
God for what we want"
"Then God have mercy on my soul,
cried poor Harry, in anguish both o
body and mind.
"And mine, too" John was constrain
|
ed to add.
80 John if 1 do live I'll be a differ
ent man. 1 never felt before what i
was to have no Saviour. Christ, hav
mercy on me. Obi if he would onl,
save my SOUL"
"He will, Harry, he will. Christian
say he always answers prayer if it b.
sincere"
There was long silence. Poor Johi
was crying and praying TO himself, q
he sat there shivering, and in more pail
than he liked to acknowledge. 1t wa
long after midnight when Harry spok
again. He seemed TO have been sleep
ing.
"John," he cried out, twas it
dream ?'
"Aye, and good one, hope"
"a blessed dream. thought stoo'
directly before the Saviour, and h
stretched out his hand, and said ''Har
ry, I have heard your prayer, You
soul is saved"
"Well, and don't doubt it isl
"And then, John, while stood ther
so happy, l felt something touch m.
knee, and looking down, there was m.
sweet, little motherless babe, that LEI
at homo. o, John such an angels face
the mans voice choked.
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ny JACK PERKINS.

j JVSE n Nh ~ w.,
ssoIo .Mst :.
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"Yes, believe so-haven't looked yei
but it aches ugly now and then. Thank
Heaven, 1t wasn't shot, but shell.
think it's partly fracture"
"You should have kept still, them"
eyes, 1 should perhaps, if it hadn't
been for you; but did you think / was
such selfish fellow as not to search fol
your Do you know what my mother
said with the last kiss she gave me
Heaven bless her ~ And he wiped 9
starting tear away. "John, let me hear
that you did your duty, and took good
care OF your men. A good many Of
them are gone, poor fellows where they
won't want any care taken of them by
us. But such are the chances of war
Whew it's coming up cold-I must find
something to put over you, Harry"
"And yourself, Harryf"
"Ohi no matter for me; 1 can stand
everything, cold included. Perhaps we
shall be taken off before night; 1 hope
so--you at any rate. How do you fell
now, Harry?"
"God only knows the pain 1 suffer-
Is this deathf"
Death--no, my boy, not unless you
want it so you'll live to see the old
place again-never fear"
az don't want to die, John. The last
thing 1 said before was shot was an
oath. I'm not fit to die, john"
"Well, we soldiers do swear without
rcason-there's no mistake about that
though 1 don't think we're really in
right down earnest, of course not. But
maybe it's as v licked all the same. Let
me see the wound, Harry, you know
I'm a bit of DOCTOR"
"Its here right under the left side
softly, comrade."
"Ill be as tender as your mother
said the brave-hearted fellow, bending
down and carefully uncovering the
wound. After working over it for some
time, lie covered it with pioce Of cloth
made into rude lint, and sat up with q
heavy heart, for he felt, he knew moi
why, that his friend and favorite was
doomed to die. With no little difficulty
he procured an extra blanket, which he
wrapped about the body of the suffering
soldier"
John, isn't it stranger I can think
of nothing but the time when I was .
boy, aud learned the little Bible lessons
at my rpother's knee. Qhi I Wish
were as Innocent as waS Them, -.
"a sNe siaht ~ af fffqe tempte 10
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at is an angel face, at any rate" sal

"It is an angel face, at any rate" said
John, stoutly, swallowing his tears.
"Ohl how 1 have longed to see her
face this twelemonthr y said Harry, re-
gaining his composure with an effort
"She's sleeping sweetly tonight in her
little Ted in mothers room. Obi If l
could only fold her in my arms once
more -
"You will, Harry; you will. Don't
get down-spirited, my boy. Nothing
uses up man so quick"
"But, John, Pm not so sure. Gods
will be done, though. 1 feel strangely
calm. If shouldn't go home, JOHN
"None of thet now, Harry" cried
John, almost fiercely. 81 tell you
you'll live to see them all. Are you
warmY that's the question"
"All but my feet, John, and a little
way up the legs. Put them down, John,
you're tired out. I'm not the man to
give up for trihe. They'll be here be-
fore daylight with the ambulances, Har-
nv, and you shall go in first, If I have to
fight for it,"
"Thank you, John-but mind, I'm
calm and happy. What night is thisf'
"why, don't you ow7-the 18th and
Thursday"
/" SO It is; had forgotten. I wrote a
letter home this morning. They will
get it before they hear the news. Well,
it's all right"
You talk stronger, Harry; how do
you feel about the wouDd7"
"The pain is almost gone" replied
the soldier. "John, / tell you, an hour
like this tries a mans SOUL"
eyes, one likes to be housed in the
dark and sheltered in the cold"
II don't mean that, john II I had
my life to live over again, wouldn't be
the fool have been. What's the reason
men don't see this sooner? If God has
mercy upon me it won't be because I've
deserved it. feel as If I'd been fight
ing against him all my life5 and yet !
do believe he loves me-"
"Of course he does" said john.
"Not Of course, John-its grace, all
grace. / can only hope for his love and
pardon through Jesus Christ"
Why, you talk like irregular Chris
tim, Harry
81 ought TO have been a Christian,
John. I've been Sabbath-school scho-
liar. My mother is Christian. My fa-
ltper Glss.ss..s, lsu. feel that l can
r-f.r p tff.t,4 ..o MT. :. .fs,.f ~. "
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