Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1875-11-19

but he had inherited his mothers property;
so it wasn't necessary for him 10 practice
10 obtain his daily bread. Right here all
his temptations commenced. "For Stan
finds some mischief still for idle hands 10
!" that was true, good many years ago,
and II hasn't lost its truth yet. l know 1
always skip descriptions OF peoples per-
sonal appearance, so will simply say he
was tall and blonde. Perhaps you think
he looked inspid; we'll, he didn't; and he
wouldn't If he'd parted his hair in the mid
die, and waxed his moustache. The old
established citizens of Il said be was
ian idle extravagant young dog, with
good enough in him somewhere" which
good they were afraid would die for the
want of proper cultivation. Nor was this
all; 1t was rumored that he had been seen
intoxicated the night of Mrs. Kidder's par
|. ty. Most Of the young men knew he
"dranka little, but OF course not TO excess"
A man may take arsenic and not die from
| its effects; but man who does not take IL
certainly will not die from its effects.
| have told you of his bad habits; so 10
he just must tell you some Of his good
ones. He was truthful, generous 10 fault,
always even-tempered, and young man
of more than ordinary abilities but unless
some saving Power interviewed, it was evil
dent to many that he would go 10 ruin.
Luella Campbell was the youngest daugh-
ter of five children. She was lovely girl.
Strictly speaking she was not beautiful.
Her large hazel eyes and almost perfect
form, were her only claim 10 beauty, and
yet she was called "The beauty OF H"
1t was her pure soul, her loving and merry
disposition, which made her SO rather than
beauty of form or feature.
Gus and Lu had been walking in the
woods. lie was saying:
$50 il is Tomorrow night, you young la
dies make your attack upon our hearts,
and-pocket books?"
Eyes" she replied, laughing. "Be suree
you are well supplied with both, you will
need all you can MUSTER"
"What are you TO do p he asked.
80, Tm 10 be 'post-mistress'-there will
be large mail for you, Gus"
"Well, is there anything 1 can do to
make myself useful, besides buying waste
paper?"
"Yes, lots OF things (; 1 shall call on you
Tor any and everything"
II shall be al your service all the eve
ming"
They chalted merrily the remainder of
the walk home, where Gus left Lu, TO write
letters for the post-office, grave aud gay,
merry and merciless She had written a
number when she thought o. Gus, and how
much he needed an earnest appeal from
some one TO reform. The idea occurred to
her, "Why not I? might write a letter,
and give it to him from the post-office to-
morrow night"
She took her pen and wrole him a long
letter, showing him just where he stood,
the danger he was in from intempersnce,
and also from doing nothing. She advised
him 10 leave H for time, as he could
more eGectually break or from old asso-
ciates, and begin life anew. She signed the
letter, "a friend who speaks in your saint
ed mot hers name" She esealed ii and wrote
his name upon it, so she should make no
mistake.
The evening of The fair was all that could
be desired. The town hall was brilliantly
Illuminated for the occasion. All - was
there, for it was held for "A charitable pur-
pose, and IS towns-people were not
lacking in generosity. Lu had charge oi
the post-office, and dispensed letters 10
anxious applicants at twenty-five cents
apiece. Her courage failed her, aud she
decided not 10 give the one she had written
to Gus. She was fearful he would be an-
CRY with her for ONE plain truths she had
stated. He would feel humbled at the low
(aTparently) estimate she put upon him
and, above all, she thought he would say,
"She had no right to set hersslfas my mon
tor; am nothing to her,"
This last consideration had settled her
she would not give ii 10 him. She was tc
take part in a tableau, and so she asked
Clara Cogswell 10 tend The pos:-ofiice dur
ing her absence. Just as she was turning
away, Cad said, "There are no envelopes
Lu; have you got any?" Lu put her hand in
, her pocket ahd pushed aside the large one,
the one she had written to Gus, and hand
, ed Cad package and a number of letters
, some sealed, others unsealed. She hat
been gone but a few minutes, when ther
came a tap at the window. and then Gus
/: merry voice
, "How many bushels OF letters for me
Luz"
Cad's pretty face peered out from behin'
\ the curtain, as she replied, lone, Mr.. I'm
, pudencc." He handed her dollar AM
took his letter laughing. Poor Lu, sh
would hardly have looked SO serene in th
tableau, if she had known her letter was il
q Gus Hills pocket, instead Of her own. Sh
had handed it to Cad with the rest, anC
, Cad had given it Immediately 10 Gus
4 "Was il chance or something morer' Gu
r. intended to read his letter, but some on
n claiming his attention, he thought no NOR
n about it until he reached home. AS he read
a emotions expressive of establishment, an
# ger, and sorrow, passed in turn over hi
!, face. He knew the handwriting at once
4 Walking excitedly up and down the room
a he exclaimed, "Can indeed be in the dan
ger she represents? She advised me
leave Hudson, and tells me to make ma
= of myselrp He spent the night in think
y ing and planning. Just as the first fair
streak of gray appeared in the east, h
!, threw himself upon the bed and slept ur
" til noon.
i After dinner he called upon Lu. ii
). spoke of the letter, and said, II am goin
= to take yonr advice and make a man {
Is myself / have come TO you for you
a promise to be my wife, when shall hay
i abstained from liquor one year, and earne
,e a living at my profession meantime. Ca
10 you promise and trust me, darlingH"
n The little hand was placed in his, and 81
lie said, ~ trust One higher than you; L
70 will keep and help you, dearP r.
ID He weut out from her presence, feeliI