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was thinkin' it all over about y'r Aunt But Mother Bascom and Tobias Ruth Parlet
looked at each other and laughed. “Now if that ain't curi's !” exclaimed “I ain't had such a good time I don't Tobias, bringing his chair down hastily know when, but my feet are all of a fidupon all four legs.
“I didn't know just get and I've got to git to bed now. I've how you'd take it, mother, but I see Aunt be'n runnin'away since you've be'n gone, Ruth to-day to the fair, and she made Ann!” said the pleased old soul, and then everything o'me and wanted to know how went away, still laughing, to her own you was, and she got me off from the rest, room. She was strangely excited and an's ays she : 'I declare I should like to satisfied, as if she had at last paid a see your marm again. I wonder if she long-standing debt. She could trudge won't agree to let bygones be bygones. across pastures as well as anybody, and
"My sakes !” said Mercy, who was the wearing old grudge was done with. startled by this news. “ 'Tis the hand Mercy hardly noticed how her fingers o' Providence! How did she look, son ?” trembled as they unhooked the old gray
“A sight older ’n you do, but kind of gown. The odor of sweet fern shook natural too. One o’her sons' wives that out fresh and strong as she smoothed she's made her home with, has led her a and laid it carefully over a chair. There dance, folks say.”
was a little rent in the skirt, but she "Poor old creatur! we'll have her would mend it by daylight. over here if your folks don't find fault. The great harvest moon was shining I've had her in my mind
high in the sky, and she needed no other Tobias's folks, in the shape of his wife light in the bedroom. “I've be'n a smart and little Johnny, appeared from the woman to work in my day and I've airnt outer kitchen. "I haven't had such a a little pleasurin,” said Mother Bascom supper I don't know when,” repeated sleepily to herself. “Pore Ruthy! so the younger woman for at least the fifth she looks old, does she? I'm goin' to time. “ You must have been busy all tell her right out, 'twas I that spoke day, Mother Bascom.”
first to Tobias."
THE IMMORTAL WORD.
By Helen Gray Cone.
ONE soiled and shamed and foiled in this world's fight,
Deserter from the host of God, that here
Still darkly struggles, — waked from death in fear,
The revelation and reproach austere.
Then with strong hand outstretched a Shape drew near,
“Great Angel, servant of the Highest, why
Stoop'st thou to me?" although his lips were mute,
His eyes inquired. The Shining One replied :
Son of thy soul, thy youth's forgotten fruit.
By F. J. Stimson.
those who thought and hoped. That
showed itself even in the primaries, KITTY FARNUM TAKES
where now the local leaders found it
hard to keep their rank and file content. COHN HAVILAND Still less could John get on, with his
was in town that sum abstract talk of pure government and mer. Many things simple laws. Sovereign voters were kept him there; he showing a strange tendency to go in dihad his own busi- rectly for abstract benefits, or what they ness, and he had his conceived to be such. Even city workschools, and he had ers were discontented ; and there was
his workmen's clubs. said to be much misery in the mining And just now he had, more than all, the districts. The coal magnates—Tamms, new young men's club he was founding Duval, and Remington-finding that on the Bowery. He would usually dine that ichor of our civilization was growat his own club; and there the men he ing too plentiful, had laid their heads most commonly met were Derwent and together and were "diminishing the Lucie Gower. There seemed to be a output; that is, they forbade that certain bond of sympathy between these more than a certain number of tons
Gower also was kept in town by should be mined per week. Thus did his business ; for Gower had his duties in they not only cut off that draught of life, and performed them punctiliously, life from the general social fabric, but too. Derwent-well, Derwent was kept about one-third of the cupbearers therethere by much the same reasons that of were thrown out of work. Upon kept John at home. Furthermore, these this, many of the rest had struck. men, not being pleasure-seekers, were Their places in the mines had promptly all three unhappy-for the moment, been filled by other human energy in only, let us hope.
the shape of so many head of human Haviland lived most of the time on beings, male and female, shipped from his little sloop, which he kept moored Poland ; while the strikers and even at Bay Ridge, and he took little cruises some of the Poles, who had escaped and in her when the wind served. Derwent could read and write, were making was apt to be with him on these ; he trouble. But these themes are too was an enthusiast in everything, and heavy for our slight pen; except such just now was much interested in John's outcome of it as even all the world might work in New York. Then there was see and Mrs. Flossie Gower might feel. politics; the primaries were already be And, if politics had thus all gone ginning, and John was at work over askew, John was just a shade discourthese ; a most fascinating subject for aged with his social work as well. Many Derwent, who was fond of saying that a talk did he and Derwent have about the most noticeable industries in all it, lying becalmed off the sullen Jersey *property-democracies” had been plied coast, smoking their midnight cigars by those who made a trade of patriot- beneath the sky. “They will come to ism ; but John was not a trader. It was the club fast enough,” he would say, Derwent who called ours an age of coal ; "and read a newspaper or two, and but machine civilization was his favor- smoke a pipe—when they have not monite term for the nineteenth century, ey enough to pay for drinks at the barand just now his notion was that prop- room. They will listen to what we tell erty was the pasturage that gave life to them, politely enough. But what I find the monster that he fought.
is the hardest thing to cope with is a Certainly, it had been an evil year for sort of scoffing humor: as if we were all
muffs, and they knew it, and only put goods are the only thing the neighbor up with it so long as it suited their con- values,” sighed John. venience."
Thus did these two hold converse, “A curious thing this jeering habit and often Lucie Gower with them. in your democracy,” muttered Derwent. Indeed Lucie Gower had got quite in* They have caught the trick of Vol- terested in John's plans, and if he did taire's cynicism and turned it upwards. not feel that his personal assistance They are incredulous of excellence and would be of much value, he helped John of benevolence in high places—even of out with money, which was almost as yours, old fellow, I am afraid," he added. much to the point. The simple fellow ** I never could see how there could be was not happy, and he did not quite class-hatred in America ; but class-hatred know why ; surely his wife, the admired there certainly is."
leader of all their world, was all that he “I talk to these boys of books and desired ? At times he would seem on pictures, and the joys of art, and the the point of confiding with John, and delights of nature; and I fear, if they would turn his eyes to him with the do not cry. Oh, chestnuts’ at me, or troubled look of some not healthy anisome other current slang, it is out of mal; a look, alas ! which John saw no mere good-nature and because they like way to answer.
Their delight in nature is limited But if John made little progress with to the nearest base-ball field, the news- his missionary work, James Starbuck papers they take up are generally those made greatly more with his. The disprinted on pink paper, and as for books content on the line of the Allegheny -I doubt if many of them ever opened Central Railroad and in the coal mines one, except he knew it was obscene.” was certainly spreading ; and Starbuck,
“All literature has had but two in his capacity of travelling inspector, sources—religious hymns and merry had much opportunity to see this and stories,” said Derwent, gravely. “These to work upon it. Now and then he boys must naturally begin with that one would enter Haviland's club-room ; he which is left them.”
had had himself inscribed as a member “But they are such finished positiv- thereof; and each time it was noticeable ists! As for fearing the Roman Church, that he would take many of the young it is but an old wives' tale to them.”
men away to some secret meeting of his “How much did our friends at La
own. John at first had welcomed him Lisière care for this higher side of life?” as an ally ; he was much better educated said Derwent. “It is true they substi- than most of the young men, and his tuted wine for whiskey, and straight- influence was certainly for sobriety, at limbed horses for bow-legged bull-pups, least. But of late he had begun to and steeple-chases for sparring, and doubt. French novels for the pink newspaper,
Meantime Tamms, the man who ruled I fancy our two sets of friends would the Allegheny Central, was continually understand one another, Tony Duval at the office ; for he was not without and Birmingham and your boys, much anxiety about all this. His clever manbetter than you do after all. As for @uvres of the previous summer had had Mr. Van Kull, he would be a hero with one result of doubtful benefit; it had either lot, and Caryl Wemyss a muff.” left him saddled with all the Starbuck
"There are plenty of rich people who Oil Works stock, and nearly all the are not like Mrs. Gower's set.”
Allegheny Central. A time of extreme “True, but they do not advertise prosperity had been expected by him themselves, they do not make a show, that year; he had just made one great they do not 'lead society'-suggestive monopoly of all the neighboring coal phrase. And probably you are the first interests; but the one thing even clever rich man of that class whom your Bow- Tamms could not see and provide against ery friends have ever seen. No wonder was a general revolt among the men and that they set you down for a muff!” women whose lives, as he thought, he “Of course
à poor boy covets his had bought and paid for. Mrs. Tamms neighbor's goods, if he sees that his and the daughters had come back from
Europe, loaded with rich laces and new Caryl Wemyss was happy too to have gowns, and paying a pretty figure there- him there ; for Charlie's pursuit was for at the custom-house; but without obvious, and the pack of tongues will any offers of marriage as yet, or at least often follow only one such scent at a without sufficiently brilliant ones. time. And though ready enough to
Charlie, too, was at the office frequent- startle the world when the proper time ly, and when he was there, looked into came, Wemyss did not wish to diminish things pretty closely; though Arthur the effect of his coup by anticipation. was still revelling in the new delights of Moreover he had not quite made up his Newport. Old Mr. Townley would come mind. in regularly once a month, and cut the As for old Mr. and Mrs. Livingstone, coupons off the bonds of his trusts. they only knew that Mamie was off enThence he would drive up to his club- joying herself; which our parents now he was the oldest member now—and have learned to be also part of pre-estabwag his white head sagely among his lished harmony. Gracie was their comfriends, financiers emeriti like himself, fort now; they were fonder of her than and tell them what a treasure he had in of their own daughter, I think. But his clever young man Tamms.
more troubled. She had Gracie came back to her aunt's house taken pretty little Mamie to her heart. early in October; but she came back Down-stairs, with the old people, she alone. Mamie had been quite taken up was a sweet presence, like still sunlight by Mrs. Gower; why it should be es- after rain; she read to them, and talked, teemed an honor by young girls to be and smiled, and helped. But up-stairs, taken up by Mrs. Gower, I leave unsaid; I wonder, in the temple of her maiden's but such it was. She translated them chamber? What shall we do for Gracie, to that higher sphere which she had so I beseech you, reader? We can find all completely made her own. Before such their happinesses, in this world, for promotion a maiden was simply a pretty Charlie, for Flossie Gower and Mr. girl, nothing more; after it she became Tamms, and even, through his vanity, “the thing,” for married men to flirt for Wemyss—but how for her? And with, for young men to pay attention to, Gracie was—she was very lovely and and perhaps, finally, for one of them to contented, and she had the sunniest of marry. So Mamie Livingstone was smiles ; she was one for some of us to staying with her at La Lisière.
love perhaps—but she was not exactly It is needless to say that Charlie happy, you see. But what can we do? Townley was there too. If Flossie was We cannot go with her to her own room, somewhat sceptical of other worlds, she when she is alone; we may not dare to was quick to recognize an eternal fitness console her; we may not venture in, of things in this. And what more fit but stand awestruck, hand upon the than that fashion should wed wealth, door. I wonder what happens there, and a young man who had so well when the light figure is bent down, and proved his taste in spending money the face forgets to smile, and the dark should be given a pretty helpmeet and eyes look out, unrestrained by other's with her the wherewithal "to shine ? presence, on the four mute walls? Mrs. Gower had a good-natured custom Why did Haviland—yes, and Derof pensioning off, in this pleasant man- went too-go to the house so often? ner, her old adorers; for all her loves When Mamie came home, Charlie Townhad been platonic, affairs of fashion and ley came often, too; and Gracie, beginmake-believe, like the Bronx hounds' ning her winter work, would have left fox-hunting For Flossie had never them all to her, but that they rather been in love in her life ; I question if sought herself. And, as if by some she could be ; though hoping always strange chemistry, she began to feel much to be the cause that love should that these two had some understanding be in others.
with her, of things both human and Charlie, then, found a strong ally in divine. his old friend, and we may be sure he See, there she is, standing in the pushed his advantage to the utmost. shadow ; John is talking to her. At a
distan ce sits Derwent, pulling his tawny this democracy, does the one sphere, in long moustache, his blue eyes fixed sim- successive stages as you ascend, hate, ply on her, like a young child's. Here envy, imitate, and seek to enter the is Mamie Livingstone, prettier, some other ? Mrs. Gower's set are false and would say, than Gracie, with her name- foolish ; but they are quite modest less touch of style, and girlish distinc- enough to recognize that they are no tion ; she ripples and flashes like a sum- models for a people's imitation. Greatmer brook, as Charlie bends over her, ness is thrust upon them. Jem Starso that the rosebud in his coat is just buck may hate them, and Jenny his sisbeneath her eyes, and he says something ter envy; but how long, think you, the to her about it.
Duvals, and now this Mrs. Farnum, But Mamie was not the only girl who have striven to be like them ? Alas ! if gave trouble to her friends that autumn. they were better men, even, as our medIn another street—the Fifty-Something- iæval baron was the better man than eth-sits the Beauty, Kitty Farnum, his churl, the folly of the imitation lounging back lazily in her chair, her would be gone. But amour-propre still perfect arms clasped behind her head, a rules humanity, although democracy apsort of democratic Cleopatra, looking, portion out its goods, and when amourwith her silent idle scorn, at her mother, propre shall turn from show of affluence who is chiding her. Her mother is care to proof of excellence, we shall see great fully dressed, well-educated, worldly things. And love it may be yet that enough in all conscience sake ; and yet makes the world go round; but, alas ! there is something about her, about her in so many marriages, one side loves the or about her voice, that makes the other and the other loves—itself. haughty beauty sicken with a conscious “It was reported even in the Herald, ness of difference between them. Kitty that it was to be a match," said Mrs. Farhas the pride of a coronet, if not the num, plaintively. “And now, he has taste for one.
gone off on his yacht, and they will say “I heard you positively discouraged that he has jilted you.” him at Lenox.” The mother is speaking Mother, I will marry whom I likeof Lord Birmingham; and the daughter and when I like,” said Kitty. is thinking that, when a girl, her mother “But tell me, my darling-you do not must have been admired of “gentlemen like anyone else?” said Mrs. Farnum, friends” and have worn gold ornaments coaxingly. about her neck. For Kitty has that in “My dear mothertense appreciation of small differences “I do wish you would say 'mamma,' of social habit that a clever child inher- and not insist on calling me mother.” its when parents are acutely conscious And she thought hastily over the men of their lack of social position. If the she knew her child had seen that sumfactory and railroads and exchanges be mer. “I hope it is not Van Kull—or the all-in-all of life, these things are tri- that young Holyoke," she added, in infles ; but our economists who ignore creasing terror. them forget how much of life is left be Kitty turned her back and intimated sides mere work, how great a part in life so plainly a dismissal that the obedient is played by self-esteem. Your baron mother felt constrained to go. of the middle ages scorned them, for he “It is young Holyoke," she thought, had his horse and battle-axe and coat- with a sigh that was meant to soften her of-mail; and perhaps had you given obdurate daughter's heart. these to his hind, the churl might have She poured her troubles in her tired made as good a baron, and the baron husband's ear that night: “Kate shall would have been like any other soldier, marry whom she likes,” said that unimin his eating and his thinking and his aginative person. "I guess her half lying down. But to-day you put these million will be worth any beggarly martwo together, and they speak two words, quis of them all. You weren't a countand each knows—and much more their ess, when I married you." And Mrs. wives and daughters, that they “move in Farnum had to cry in silence. different spheres.” But why then, in Poor humanity! How much trouble