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Patriarchs, as he understood it, had
wives and children. He had only horses,
and they didn't take the place of So
ciety. He was fond of society. So he
made the acquaintance of some of the
officers at Keogh. They gave him stag
dinners in Miles City and they enter
tanned him at the post club, but they
did not invite him to their houses. He
did not meet their daughters nor their
wives. An Englishman has to grow
wise before he learns that this is small
world and that the tight little isle is
not too tight for rumors to escape from
it-that the rumors, moreover, are fre-
quently exaggerated. Lovat began to
grow wise. At first he wondered, then
he understood. He asked himself what,
after all, is the reward of virtue; and he
determined that it has none. There are
those who hold otherwise, but the ques-
tion is not yet settled. He was lonely,
expatriated and homesick. He was also
young and full of energy and anxious to
be met half way. But he could not
travel the whole road alone. He turned
and went back to where he had started
from. There, at least, there was femi-
nine mpanionship. His vice was less
gilded than of yore, but that was the
fault of the country.
He threw over once and for all every
hope of admission to the society of his
equals in the garrison. The service is
critical and jealous of it's women. But
he was still entertained by the men.
When it was too late to mend-for,
copyboolks to the contrary, notwith.
standing, il frequently is-he came to
repent more heartily than ever before
aye, bitterly. He met and fell in love
with Constance Chamberlain, as many
another man, has done and still does
though she is Mrs. Brookfeld now. She
was even prettier then than to-day, for
she was very young, just Is.
Lovat knew her by sight. but he had
never spoken to her or heard her speak
which was a harmonious treat-until
he came upon her, one day, some five
miles from the post. She had dismount-
ed to tighten her saddle girths, and she
was alone. How should Lovat have
guessed that she had seen him coming
ere she had slipped to the ground, and
that she was purposely goading her
| placid black steed TO be unmanageable
He came 10 her aid with an ALLOW mc
to be of service" which she answered
with You are very good, thank YOU
You should not be away OFF here
alone, Miss Chamberlain" he said.
II know it,
1T is rot safe"
II am so tired of being safe" He
voice was sweet, low and Unconditional
There was no suggestion in it of unfem
mime rebellion. And Lovat, who haC
not heard the voice of a gentlewomar
for many, many months, was pleased
well pleased.
II only trust you may never learn t.
! know, as most women do, what it means
to be tired of not having been safe"
Then he mounted her and put the
reins in her long slender hands. He hao
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"ALLow ME TO BE OF SERVICE"

seen no long, slender hands, either, in
many, many months.
When he, too, was mounted. he raised
his sombrero. Good morning, Miss
Chamberlain" he said.
But Miss Chamberlain had no mind
that it should end thus. Her narrow
black eyes looked at him innocently.
weren't you going to town.
Lovat hesitated.
Il know you were. Come"
81"
"Oh! If you don't want to, you
needn't" she said, gently aggrieved.
She was always gentle.
Miss Chamberlain! You know 1T is
not that"
"Then why don't you Gomez
"Your father would not be pleased. to
be quite frank"
"Wouldn't he? Why?'
Loyat looked at her searchingly. He
suspected guile behind such unnatural
innocence, but the sweet questioning
of her saint-like face reassured him.
He did not answer, but turned and rode
with her. They talked of many things.
for Miss Chamberlain was clever and
accomplished little person; and at last
they spoke of music. Miss Chamber
lain knew nothing of it.
what a PITY" Lovat calculated.
"Why?" The word, so constantly on
her lips, was cabalistic charm, and
| feminine.
"You look like one. You'd be perfect
at harp, you are so tall and so exceed
ingly slight, and you've the face of St
Cecilia"
"Well, I'm not musician and I'm not
n saint. Saints never have black eyes.
But, alas! he thought now that they
had. because of the soft voice and the
picture-face and the little, chiseled fea.
lures and the parted, low-knotted hair;
and also because he had known no wom'
an like her for many, many months.
And before they parted, they had
planned to meet again. She did it. but
he didn't notice that. They met once
and again, and yet again and again. and
Lovat was in love. Then, indeed, hs
truly regretted the barrier he had bull
between himself and this girl, who wa'
innocently risking everything = per
haps her life, for her father was fiery
man-for him. 1t had taken him only
dozen years to construct between him
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MORBID SENSlTIvENESS.
The Terrible self-Tortunc of ala
nous Writer.


William Hazlitt, the critic and essay
ist. wrote with satirical pen. But,
like most satirists, he was very sensl-
tive, and bitterly resented any attack
upon himself. So irritably alive was he
to Sights that if friend passed him in
the street without seeing him, he would
at once decide that he had been inten-
tionally "cut," fly into an absurd pas
sion, and if possible, pillory the offender
in an essay.
Blackwood's Magazine persistently
attacked Hazlitt, who was liberal in
politics, and therefore opposed to the
literary representative OF Scotch tory
ism. The attacks were low and per-
sonal, and so depressed the morbidly
sensitive critic that he skulked through
the streets of London like a criminal,
anxious to avoid the detectives eye.
His friend, Mr.. =. G. Parmore, thus de-
scribes the painful feelings of the man
after an article from Blackwood had ag-
pravated his naturally irritable self
| consciousness:
eff he entered coffee-house to get
his dinner, it was impossible. he
thought, that the walters could be doing
ANYTHING else all the time he was there
but pointing him out to guests as the
gentleman who was so abused last
month in Blackwood's Magazine Ii
he knocked at the door of friend, the
look and reply of the servant, whatever
they might be, made it evident that he
had been reading Blackwood's Maga-
zine before the family were up in the
morning.
"Then at home at his lodgings. II the
servant who waited upon him did not
answer his bell the first time-ah! twas
clear-she had read Blackwood's, or
heard talk of it! Did the landlady send
M his bill day earlier than usual, oI
ask for payment of it less civilly than
was her custom-how could he wonder
at IL? 1t was Blackwood's doing"
Hazlitt's case is another illustration
of the inconsistency of human nature
He could attack, but whined when at
tacled; he expressed strongly his owr
dislikes and prcjudices, but resented Il
when another said that he did not lik,
William Hazlitt. If he had had n sense
of humor, he would have been less sen
sitive.-Youth's Companion.
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HUMOROUS.

"A Woman's Question. "Tillie
Brown had dreadful bad fall from her
wheel Monday" "Was she dressed for
it?-Chicago Plain Dealer.
Feminine Evasion.-"Julia, you said
you weren't going to wear any more
dead birds on your hats" 81 know; but
this redbird died natural death. -
Chicago Record.
-Resident-''Think of commencing
business, eh? Seems to me you are
rather young for family physician"
Young Doctor-"Yes, but-er-I shall
only doctor children at first. t."-Tit-Bits.
-She-"They say that the ones who
really appreciate the actors are those in
the top gallery" He--"I shouldn't Won
der. You see, they are high enough to
see over the hats."-Yonkers Statesman.
-"You remember Borrows?" "Do
II" "Well, he came in to-day, and paid
me ten dollars he owed me, and hardly
knew him." swell, / don't wonder.
That's not at all like him."-Yonkers
Statesman.
-Appropriate.-"You don't bring the
chickens out prominently in your pic
ture of farm life," said Roaster. "Um!
No." replied the artist; ''I've just made
them lay figures. s."-Philadelphin North
American.
-Secondhand.-Mrs. Bricabrac-"Oh,
mercy, Bridget, how could you have
broken that precious vase. 1t was 400
years old" Bridget (calmly)-"Oh, IL
it was an ould thing like that, yez can
take it out av me next weeks wages."-
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HABITS AND HEALTH.
Peoples Instincts Are Usually 81 Good
Guide.


Guide.
Almost all men have certain ways"
of living which they have found con-
ducive either to health or work, and
very large section of them suffer great
ly from a torrent of criticism for those
WAYS. There are men who never need
exercise, or, as Mr. Chamberlain says
in his case, do much better without it,
and if they escape the minatory lee
ture once a week they are greatly IA
vored by fortune. There are other men,
quite numerous, who benefit by cXer-
else in big draughts but not in hon,eo-
pathic doses, who exert themselves fu-
riously once week, or during an an
nual holiday, but for the rest of their
time benefit most by bodily torpor.
They are not scolded, for, as n rule,
they are considered too far gone for
that operation to he beneficial, but they
are habitually and very openly disbe-
lieved. They are talking nonsense, it
is held, on matter they know nothing
about.
There are thousands of Englishmen
who are never ut peace if they are not
warm. and are told by all sincere
friends that they are killing themselves
with "coddling;" and tens of thousands
who can neither think nor work unless
they are cool, and who are pestered by
everyone who knows them about wraps.
We used TO lecture one old gentleman
ourselves because he would ride on
omnibuses, wanting, he said, "full air"
and the lectures did not stop when at
| "a he was more hale than the lecturer at
45. Modern bioeraphers are particular
| ly impervious to reason on this point.
They note at once the smallest depart
ure from the usual in the habits of
daily life, as il it were an alteration,
never thinking that their victim prob
ably knows himself great deal better
than they can know him, or is obeying
an instinct as deeply planted and as
beneficial as that which induces dog
! occasionally to eat grass. There are
mer. Scotchmen and Scandinayians, no
doubt. mostly, who simply must get
| into the cold" for few weeks every
year. who thirst for it like Swiss for
mountains; and there are thousands of
women who would live to 100 if only
they could have month of year in q
place where they were warm all
| through. To condemn such instincts
as self-indulgence, unless they conflict
with clear duties, is foolish.-London
| Spectator.
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Trenchcrous Cape Cod.

Nobody knows-how many vessels
have been wrecked on Cape Cod since
the bleak December day when the May
flower rounded Race Point and sought
shelter in what is now the harbor OF
Provincetown. The number is very
great, however, and the loss of life on
this most dangerous part of the whole
New England coast has been something
appalling. A list, admitted to be in
complete, of the wrecks since 1873 shows
that Isl vessels, including three steam
ers, have gone to pieces on the pitiless
sands of the cape and had not the waves
always hastcned to remove the evidences
of their work the shore all the way from
Chatham, at the elbow of Massachu-
sets arm, to the crook of her bent
hand would be piled high with the ribs
and planking of shattered vessels. A
large proportion of the cape's victims
are coasting schooners, with only an oc-
cnsional bark or brig. These dis
asters, therefore, rarely attract much at
tention, but they are tragical none the
less. and almost every storm adds to the
number of dreadful stories which the
lighthouse-keepers and members OF
the life-saving service have to tell.--
n. Y. Times.
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WRENS WERE vICTORS.
Interesting story of Prolonged
Fight for n Bird House.

Interesting story OF n PrciohEeo
Fight for Bird House.
"One spring." said lover of birds,
"there came to a bird house in my gar
den pair of great crested tly-catchers.
I had dozen bird houses scattered
around. This particular one was about
a foot square, with peaked roof and
chimney at each end, doorway for the
birds to go in and out and a couple OF
auger holes bored through the back to
give the house light and air.
"This bird house the summer before
had been occupied by a pair of blue
birds, who had left their nest behind
them. This nest the great crested fly
catchers pulled apart and threw out OF
the house; every twig and straw; they
cleaned the house out completely; and
then they brought in everything new,
and built nest of their own, and set
tied down comfortably for the summer.
"But in few days pair of bluebirdA
came along and they made for this
house. 1t might have been the Identical
pair of bluebirds that occupied it the
summer before; / don't know about
that; though | have no doubt that rob"
ins and other birds that have been
south for the winter, hundreds of miles
away, do come back in the spring to
| the same places, and to the same trees.
Anyhow, this pair of bluebirds wanted
| that bird house, and they were ready to
! fight for it, and that is what they did.
| The fly-catcher is nice little bird and
pretty plucky sort of fighter, but
not match for the bluebird. They had
| grand roundup inside the house, and
| finally the bluebirds pitched the fly
catchers out; and later they pitched out
every stick of furniture that the fly
catchers had brought in, cleaned the
house out entirely, and then brought in
fresh material and built a new nest ac'
cording to their own ideas, and they
| settled down for the summer.
"Well, few days after that, pair OF
wrens came along and they took a fancy
to that particular bird house, too; and
they sailed right in and tackled the blue
birds on the spot. You couldn't see the
| fight from the ground, but every now and
| then YOU could see a straw or a feather
shoot out of the front door of the house.
The bluebird is good, sound fighter
but the wren is better one, and the up
shot was that the wrens fairly put the
bluebirds out and took possession of the
bird house themselves. And then the
wrens did just what the others had
done; they pitched out every scrap OF
stuff in the bird house, just tumbled il
out of the door, to fall on the ground;
and then they brought in new stuff and
built nest for themselves.
Nobody molested the wrens. They
stayed there and raised their young
there; and in the fall they all flew away
ard left the bird house again deserted
for the winter."-N. Y. Sun.
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fame as a forensic orator long before the
war.
I'm presenting these cases." said he
to- the writer few months before his
death, ''in obedience to the wish of the
secretary of war, / used all the legal
acumen at my command. One morning,
with my papers all ready land l was
deeply in earnest in the matter), pro-
ceeded to the white house; and, as L
entered his private Office, the president
looked up with his long, sad face, say
ing:
"'Ah! Holt, what have you there"
81 have some important cases for
your careful consideration, Mr.. Presi-
dent, with documentary evidence sutii-
cient to condemn every man.
"Ie took the papers and read them
carefully, stopping at times to reflect,
| then read on until he finished. Thew
| was no change in his countenance thM
time, unless that it grew more sad and
| his expression more serious. had caX-
cred the cases in question with stpng
and convincing argument and evidmce4
He finally raised his eyes from the last
| DuDtT SdLCb ehiou8h ~
window at some object across IN
Potomac. Then, rising from his chair,
with the papers all folded together, he
placed them in pigeon hole already
filled with similar documents. With
his tall, gaunt form facing me, he
spoke, in deep, sad tones, that would
have touched the heart of the sternest
officer of the army:
"'Holt' Git was his custom 10 men
tion only the last name), you acknowl-
edge those men have a previous record
for bravery. 1t is not the first time
they have faced danger; and they shall
not be shot for this one offense.'
81 then thought it was my duty as the
head of my department of military JUS
tice to make further argument. For L
knew Stanton would nearly explode
with rage when he heard of the presi-
dents decision. / began to speak and
Lincoln sat down again, giving me his
closest attention. Then, rising from his
chair and riveting his eyes upon me, he
said:
"'Holt, were you ever in battle"
"I have never BEEN
| " 'Dlu stanton ever IuuTcn III pne his
line, to be shot at by an enemy like
those men did?'
az think not, Mr.: President
"'Well, tried it in the Blackhawk
war, and remember one time grew
awful weak in the knees when heard
the bullets whistle around me and saw
the enemy in front of me. How my legs
carried me forward 1 cannot now tell,
for 1 thought every minute that would
sink to the ground. The men against
whom those charges have been made
probably were not able to march into
battle. Who knows that they were
able? am opposed to having soldiers
shot for not facing danger when it is
not known that their legs would carry
them into danger. Send this dispatch
ordering them to be set free And they
were set free that day."-G. r. Prowell,
in Chicago Inter Ocean.
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FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.
THE FAIRY SISTERS.

There was once little maiden,
And she had a mirror bright:
It was trimmed about with silver;
Twas her pride and her delight
But she found two fairy sisters
Lived within this pretty glass,
And very different faces showed,
To greet the little lass.
II she was sweet and sunny,
Why, 1t was sure to be
The smiling sister who looked out
Her happy face to see.
But IL everything went criss-cross,
And she wore frown or pout,
Alas! Alas! within the glass
The frowning one looked out.
Now this little maiden loved'so much
The smiling face to see,
That she resolved with all her heart
A happy child to be.
To grow more sweet and loving,
She tried with might and main,
Till the frowning sister went away,
And ne'er came back again.
But II she's looking for home.
AS doubtless Is the case.
She'll try to find little girl q
Who has q gloomy face.
So be very, very careful,
If you own a mirror too,
That the frowning sister doesn't come
And make her home with you.
Helen Standish Perkins. In st. Nicholas
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HE PARDoNED THEM.
why President Lincoln Set Free =
Number of Deserters.

Number OF Deserters.
1t was President Lincoln's intense love
for his fellow men that led him to disap-
prove OF the findings of court-martial,
whenever there was possible excuse,
particularly in the cases of soldiers
charged with desertion, with having
fallen asleep at post of duty, or with
other otfenses.
Secretary Stanton always insisted
upon the strictest discipline in the army
and frequently urged that derclict sol-
diers receive the severest punishment
of military law and custom, but Lincoln
rarely took any advice on such matters.
He had meditated deeply on that sub
ject and consulted his own Judgment in
disposing of cases of that kind that
came before him.
The late Joseph Holt, who recently
died at Washington, was judge advocate
general of the army during the whole
period of the war and ii became his duty
to report many cases OF alleged cow
ardice of soldiers as well as other Of
fenses. President Lincoln carefully
read every line of the charges against
such men, and as soon as he saw the
slightest chance to excuse the poor Eel.
low, "a CLEAN of satisfaction would pass
over his serious face. Then folding the
papers together he placed them in a
pigeon hole of his desk, and with his big
eyes looking into those of the judge adj
vocate standing before him, he would
say:
Holt, we will let those soldiers go.
Order them set free"
1t was after the battle of Chancel-
lorsvillc that charges were brought
against several men for failing to march
with their regiments into the fight at
a time when they were most needed.
The charge of desertion was made.
When Secretary Stanton heard of
these cases he commanded Judge Holt
to present the charges against the men
to the president in the strongest possi-
BILE terms.
eve need stronger discipline in the
army" said the stern secretary of war
TO the judge advocate. "The time has
come when the president must yield to
our opinion"
| Judge Holt was himself one of the
ablest lawyers of his day, and had won
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"uNTIL THE DAYBRsAK."


human soul went forth into the night.
And shaking off with strange. resistiess
might
The dust that once II wore
Co swift it's fight. so suddenly 1t sped
"A when by skillful hand bow is bent
The arrow hies-those watching round the
bed
Marked not the way it went.
Heavy with Grief, their aching. .tear-dimmed
Saw but the shadow fall. and knew not
when.
or in what fair or unfamiliar guise,
II left the world of men.
II broke from sickness, that with iron
bands
Had bound it fast for many a grievous
day;
And love itself with its restraining hands
Might not its course delay.
Space could not hold it back with lettering
bars,
Time lost it's power, and ceased at last
10 be:
II swept beyond the boundary of the stars,
And touched Eternity.
Out from the house of mourning family
lit.
II passed upon its journey all alone:
So far not even thought could follow IL
Into those realms unknown.
Through the clear silence of the moonless
dark,
Leaving no footprints of the road 1t
trod,
Straight as an arrow cleaving to its mark,
TIE soul went home to God
"Alas," they cried, ''he never saw the
morn,
But fell asleep outwearied with the
strife
Nay, rather, he arose and met the dawn
or everlasting life.
Christian Burke. in Pail Mall Gazette.