St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1881-08-12

mayn't | wear it, and line it with blue
bits from my dress p Those marvel
ous flowers will go with anything, you
know
The decoration of her pet was Debo-
rah's only thought, so she obediently
laid down the blue pale breadths, and
fetched the old bead bag.
at has been lined with cardinal al
most like your ribbons,n she said, slip
ping her hand down among the rags
which had once been thick satin lin
ing. 81 haven't seen it since last sum
mer, when the keys wore it out so, and
| had nothing to refine it. Why"
Deborah stopped. In slit of the
ragged lining her fingers touched a
folded paper.
'Miss Deborah Estey," she read.
''What can this be p
Achsa sprang up to see, but Deborah
recognized the careless scrawl, and
turned away from her curious eyes.
But Achsa read it after all, for with II
little cry of pain and joy Deborah
dropped it, to lay her head down on
| the cold beads and burst into tears.
eyes, | remember" she said, after n
while, drying her eyes: che stood near
me, and was looking at that old bag
the last day, but | didn't know he put
anything in it :" and with sudden
impulse she kissed the reticule, blush
ing beautifully, though Achsa was not
looking.
"Oh!" was that young woman's brief
comment. $50 he wasn't il snide, after
all. Aren't you glad ?"
| Glad Io I,,,-, I,,,,, =
Il sorrowful gladness, an aftermath OF
comfort full of thorns, for what could
she do?
"Aren't you going to write to him ?''
inquired Achsa.
"No,' said Deborah, gently and
gravely.
"Nor send him any word ?"
"No."
"Going to let him think you didn't
care ?"
"Haven't | thought all this time he
didn't care p cried Deborah, passion
ately.
"Humph " said Achsa, but she
thought, "She can't keep me from
writing"
And never had she taken so much
trouble over pen, paper or handwriting
as she did over little note she wrote
on the sly that night by the freight
and posted on her way to school in the
morning.
For a week or so she wore face OF
mischievOus expectation, and dropped
mysterious hints after that her face
began to grow long, and the mischief
died out of it. She had IA long time tC
wait for an answer to her letter, and
no wonder, for this was its address
Mr.. HUGO CLIFFORD,
An Artist,
New York.
Needless to say that Clifford was not
famous, and he had moved, besides
so after some wandering, Achsa's note
found its way to the dead letter office
and was there opened in the search fol
Il clew to the writer or the one to whom
it was addressed. But the clerk whC
opened it had never seen more puz
zling letter. 1t was dated simply:
March 10, 1S-.
Dear Mr.. clifford Deborah just
to-day found the note you put il
grandmother's reticule, and she is very
sorry, but she is very glad, for she il
very fond of you, and she thought yor
didn't care, and had gone away with
out saying anything on purpose. AnC
| thought you an unprincipled tiirt
but | am glad now you are not, and
hope we shall see you soon. | remain
yours truly, ACHsA.
p. S.-Deborah is so thin.
The clerk stared at this epistl,
blankly, but through all the hardening
effect of routine and custom it mad,
itself felt Here was misunderstood
ing between two lovers, and the naive
effort to set it right had wandered
away, and who knew whether it eve
would be set right now ? The clerI
was Il tender-hearted man, and roman
tic, though elderly. Lie had been .jilt
ed once, which had injured his diges
ton, though he had come to realize i
as the great favor she could have don,
him, her temper being bad. Still tn,
lot of an unhappy lover seemed t.
have more claim on his sympathy THAI
the government had on his acuteness
He pOcketed Achsa's little letter anC
sent it to Il friend in New York;
man who did sketches for the weekly
papers, and who was likely to know
the by-ways of Bohemia. 1t so hap
pened he knew not the by-way of Cliff
fOrd's abode but he hunted him (h'
was Il successful lover) with the zeal o
Il fellOw-fceling, and at last he foun,
him.
And now ut last one wrong out of TIN
,, many wrongs of this wrong-headet
muddle of Il world was righted, for yOl
may well be sure that Clifford did no
I wait over many trains before rushing
off to the old house in New Jersey
1t was dusk and very damp, and tn
first of April, when he knocked agail
with the old brass knOcker, and Achsa
who opened the door to him, positive
q. ly kissed him before she stumbled, il
her eagerness, up every step of the OLE
, blue stairs. But Deborah, on whom
she had been spasmodically practicinj
April fool tricks all day, went hesita
tingly down when Achsa announced
gentleman and only when Clifford
voice confirmed her vague recognition
of the figure indistinctly seen III tn
cleaning and the tire-Gght, did sh'
know that her weary waiting was done
the winter over at last, and the sprin,
of Joy was come with the singing o
birds.
How Drinking Causes ApOpleXy
1t is the essential nature of all wine
/ and spirits to send an increased
amount of blood to the brain. tn,
first effect of taking glass of wine o
! stronger form of alcohol is to send th'
} blood there faster than common, hence