Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1881-11-05

ing you were suddenly called away, so / waited
until you returned"
And you have told Zoe everythinc?"
Everything. There is one thing. however,"
here she paused and blushed trifle. that
feel ought to tell you. did think, when saw
you at the Grange, that loved you very much;
put since have been in the city met q gentle
man whom"
"WhOm you prefer to me?" Russell inter-
r,upted quite angriiy, yet feeling greatly re-
Yes" she said, hesitatingly, "and," as she
looked up and saw the gentleman in question
approaching, there he is Please excuse me,
Mr.. North, but promised him this dance"
Certainly" and with bow that was meant
to be very dignifed, Russell turned away and
sought secluded nook in the conservatory"
"As nearly as I can sum up the state of the
case, +" he muttered, 81 am 1t present the owner
OF an extensive country seat, with no marriage
or even engagement in prospect"
The band was playing ''El Presco," his favor
lite waltz but the music annoyed him. So did
the gliding sound of the dancers feet, the light
talk and lighter laughter that f1oated out to nim
Save for him the conservatory was deserted It
was too early for the weary dancers to seek it
for moments rest. He tore off his gloves and,
pausing in his pacing to and fro, dipped his fin
gers in the basin at the fountain. Then he heard
the rustic Of a wOmans train and turning he
found Zoe at his side.
There was no look of triumph in her face;
there was no look of martyrdom. It was trifie
WELL" he said, quite humbly. ssyou have
come Zoe. to tell me l am fool"
Indeed. have not, Mr.. North" her voice,
like her face, with touch Of sadness, but show
ing greater pride.
Zoe call me knave, a villain, a despcable
wretch; scold me roundly; but don't call me
Mr.. North
81 came to congratulate you, she said slowly.
at last.
For what. Zoe? Because, when tired to
nf t,svSx fh<
bewitched by pretty face and little womanly
hospitality into forgetting for while the only
woman ever did or can truly love? Have you
come to congratulate me because took money
l could ill-afford to spare, and to make the
dimples play over the pretty, senseless face of
the girl who mOmentarily won me, purchased
an extensive country seat, which now will never
be of any use to me? You maycongratuIate me
because she has already cast me aside for a new
fancy-this is the only comforting thing in the
whole transaction; but Zoe, don't wish me JOY,
because have justly forfeited all claim to YOU"
His voice was growing unsteady, and, in spite
OF her pride, Zoe was touched.
In one thing" she said, 81 can help you.
Windmill Grange. I admire and love the old
place, and would like to purchase it for my own.
Will you sell 1t to me?"
Zoe, he said turning quickly and throwing
his arms about her, regardless of her elaborate
costume, time or occasion, 81 throw myself upon
your mercy. Upon my soul love you and you
only! VIII you forgive me and be my promised
wife once more, and then we will have Windmill
Grange together?'
Zoe freed herself from his impatient arms and
looked earnestly into his face. Something
could it be tear. stood in his eyes.
Il do forgive YOU" she'said.
Inc mlSt IN his eyes grew denSer still. until,
with the soft, tempered light, it cast halo
around Z0es head
"And now" said she, after a pause, which
Russell had most eloquently filled, though not
with words. why don't you tell me have no
spirit? Don't you think"
- think" he interrupted, ''that you are sim
ply an angel. But what an opportunity you
nave lost for giving me lengthy and merited
reprOof"
She smiled, wisely knowing if she offered re-
PROOF he would feel that in receiving it meekIy
he atOned in measure for his conduct; other
wise, his humility would be next to everlasting.
so, even In after years, she never reprOached
MIN; though it must be confessed, if he ever
started out on wild goose chase, whatever the
object might be. Zoe would very demurely ad-
wise him against purchasing another Windmill
Grange The remark never failed to bring him
to terms.
The Song of the CsarbOns.
From the Springfield Republican.
THE universal physical, law of molecular
vibration is finely illustrated in the carbon
pencils ofthe electric arc light used in some of the
largest lighthouses The molecular stir set up
In the armatures of the dynamo machines by
rapid magnetizatiOn and demagnetization is
transmittedto the carbon points of the lantern
and reappears as distinct musical tOne.1
weird, sweet melody, farmland far,
nunnng lnurinur, rhythmic ring,
FLOATS down the tower from where the lenses are:
Can you near the song which the carbOnS sing?
Millions of aons have rolled away
nd OH nvxyl,i~ IN or,
Since the note, so sweet in our song to-day,
Was struck in the chord OF the universe
The vast vibration went floating on
-, Through the diapason OF space and time,
Till the impulse SWelled to a deeper tone
And mellOWed and thrilled with finer rhyme
and forward the atoms 60
In the Surgng tide OF that SOundleSS sea,
whose pillows from nowhere to nowhere flow,
AS they break on the sands OF eternity.
Yet through all the coasts OF the endless ALL
In the ages 10 come, as in ages gone,
we feel but the throb OF that mystic thrall
"hich DindS, responsive, the whole in one;
We feel but the pulse OF that viewless hand
Which ever has been and still shall be,
In the stellar orb and the grain OF sand,
Through natures endless paternity.
The smile which plays in the maiden's glance
Or StrS In the beat OF an insects wing,
Is OF KIN with the north lights spectral dance,
Or the dazzling zone OF the planets ring.
from our lonely tower alOft in air,
With the breeZeS around us, tranquil and free
When the storm rack pales in the lightnngs glare
Or the starlight sleeps In the sleeping sea.
We send our greeting, through breathless space.
To our distant cousins, the nebulse,
And catch, in the comets misty trace,
But drifting leaf from the tribal tree.
The song we hum Is but one faint sound
In the hymn which echoes from pole to pole,
Which fills the dOmeS OF creations round,
And catches its key from the Over-SOul.
And when 1t ceases all life shall fail,
Times, metrOnOme shall arrested stand;
All voice be vOceleSS the stars turn pale,
And the great conductor shall drop his wand!
Catching a Rat Under Difficulties.
From the Boston Globe.
A cat, rat, pretty and stylish young lady,
and an intrepid and valorous clerk form the
persona of this narrative 1t all hap
pened in one of the most fashionable shoe stores
in this city, located on Washington street.
one day last week a cat brought up vigor-
GUS rat from the cellar and began to toy with it
before killing. Suddenly it made it's escape,
ana almost simultaneously the persons in the
store were startled by feminine shrek emma
L.