The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-11-09

was gone from his1eyes, and IN its place
was D steady shihing light, and 1!knew
he was happy. ''f' E Il isis. Il
"Come with me, Guy," he said; s.I am
just going to see Maud. She will be
glad to see you, for we have talked OF
nobody but you, except ourselves, u
laughing.
$50, Duke" said I, on the way, "you
are not afraid that she will think you q
fortune-hunter?"
:sNo, indeedl You told me my good
news 80 soon that day, I did not have
time to tell you I made my fortune in
Australia; and am nearly as wealthy as
her former husband. We will not be
married until New Years. You will be
present on the occasion?"
II shall bo only too happy" was my
reply.
We reached the house and rang the
bell. servant let us in, and at the
same moment fairy form came flying
down the stairway, and silvery voice
cried:
ooh, Duke! what made you"
She stopped abruptly ut sight of me.
He put bis arm around her, and drew
her to his side.
Darling, you remember Guy?'
"To be sure do,' was her reply, and
she came and put her small, white hands
in mine, and said, earnestly:
81 never forgot your face, although
saw it so few times. You looked as
though you pitied me, and pity then was
sweet Since, I have cause to remember
you. Tor ynn were the means Of cur hap
Plness: can never thank you rs I
should"
''No thanks are needed, Mrs. Arm.
strong, answered. II am only too
glad to do anything for my friend Duke. F"
They were married at New Years, and
are lovers still; for their union was blest
with deep, pure love that will always
last. Neither of them will ever forget
those dark years through which they
passed to the happiness beyond.
The WORLD is MUSEUM. Those of
our readers who have visited New York,
and sauntered through its crowded tho
roughfares, will recognize the. picture
drawn below:
The whole globe is q museum to those
who have eyes to see. Rare plays are
unfolded before every man who can read
the drama of life intelligently. Not go
to the theatre? Wicked to see plays?
Every street is q theatre. One cannot
open his eyes without seeing UNCONSCIOUS
players. There arc Othellos, and Ham
lets, and Lears, md Falstaffs; Ophelias.
and Rosalinds, and Juliets, oil about us.
Midsummer Night Dreams are per
forming in our heavens. Happy? A
walk up and down Broadway, New York.
or Fulton street, in Brooklyn, is as good
as play. The children, the nurses, the
the mothers, the wealthy every
bodys, the queer men, the unconscious
bufoons, the drolls, the earnest nonsense.
and the whimsical earnestncss of men.
the shop windows, the cars, the horses.
the carriages-bIcss us-there is not half
time enough to enjoy all that is to be
seen i'll these things! Or, if the mood
takes you, go III and talk with the peo-
ple-choosing, of course, fitting times
and seasons. Be cheerful yourself and
good -natured and respectful, and every
man has secret for you worth knowing.
There is school-master waiting for YOU
behind every door. Every shopman has
a look of life different from yours. Hu-
man nature puts on as many kinds of
foliage rs trees do, and is far better
worth studying. Anger is not alike in
any Two men, nor pride, nor vanity, nor
love. Every fool is a special fool, and
there is no duplicate. What are trades
and all kinds of business but laborato.
ries where the ethereal thought is trans
muted into some visible shape of mat
ter? What are workmen but translators
of mind into matter? Men are cutting,
saving. fling, fitting, joining. polishing.
But every article is SO much mind CON
densed into matter. Work is incarna
tlon. Nobody knows city who only
drives along it's streets. There are
vaults under streets, cellars under houses.
attics above, shops behind. At every
step men are found tucked away in some
queer nook, doing unexpected things,
themselves odd and full of entertaining
knowledge.
Thirty CENTURIES OLD.-The Oldest
relic OF humanity extant is the skeleton
OF the earliest Pharaoh, encased in it's
original burial robes, and wonderfully
perfect, considering its age, which was