Year: 1860

INTO MS race. For moment she tOttered
upon the threshold, pressing her slender
fingers over her wet eyes and then turned
back again to her host, who stood, with his
head bent towards hers.


IL do not want to go!" she cried,
springing back to him, and holding out
both white hands to meet his eager, passion
ate grasp.


Then-then-but the rich young farmer
is too reticent and great parsonage for me
to med lie with one delicious little love-scene
of his life. You must imagine the rest your
self, dear reader. All l can say is that
Kate Weston became. Mrs Waters in con-
sequence of the affair of the apples


Making Fun.
Once while travelling in stage coach, I
met young lady who seemed toebe upon
the constantlooko for some ething laughable;
and not content with laughing herself, took
great pains to make others do the same
Now, travelling in stage coach is rather
prosy business. People in this situation are
apt to show themselves very selfish; so the
young lady's good humor was, for tune,
very agreeable to the travellers


Every old barn was made the subject of
passing joke, while the COWS and hens
looked demurely on, little dreaming that
folks could be merry at their expense. All
this was right, perhaps. Animals are not
sensitive in that respect. They are not
likely to have their feelings injured because
people make fun of them; but when we
come to human beings that is quite another
thing. So it seemed to me for after awhile
an old lady came running across the fields,
swinging her bag at the coachman, and in
shrill voice begging him to stop.
The goodnatured coachman drew up his
horses, and the good old lady coming to the
fence by the roadside. squeezed herself
through two bars, which were not only in
horizontal position, but were very near to-
gether


The young lady in the stage coach made
some ludicrous remarks, and the passengers
laughed. It seemed very excusable for in
getting through the fence, the poor woman
had made sad work with her old black bon
net, and now taking seat beside we'll
dressed lady, really looked as if she had
been blown there by whirlwind. This
was new piece of fun, and the girl made
the most of it. She caricatured the old lady
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in various other ways tried to raise laugh
At length the poor woman turned pale
face toward her.


''My dear, she said, you are young,
healthy and happy; have been SO, too.
but that time has past; am now decripit
and forlorn. This coach is taking me to the
death-bed ofmy child. And then, my dear.
[ shall be poor, old woman, all alone in
world where many think me very amusing
object. They will laugh at my old-fashion-
ed clothes, and odd appearance, forgetting
that the old woman has spirit that has
loved and suffered and will live forever


The coach now stopped before poor
looking house, and the old lady feebly de-
scended the steps.


''How is she Z" was the first trembling
inquiry.


Just alive" said the man who was lead
ing her into the house.


Putting up the steps, the driver mounted
his box, and we were upon the road again.
Our merry young friend had placed her card
in her hand; and you may be assured was
not sorry to see tear upon her fair young
cheek. 1t wasa good lesson, and one which
We hoped would do her good.