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Ray Ordinance handlebar-11. edi Jhnl Amnesia—George” ct, o m EdwinAWhiunan WNW—1mm Dibble John L. 31%th mom—Jmmemnmyw Lea— lyhairsarcgray,laocm shallhe atreat within“. 83W: Not long will mother pilot you o‘er life's tcmpcetnons wave. I‘ve watched o'cr you from infancy, till now you no a man. And I have always lovtd you, as a mother only can; AtmorIInand-ateveningl have prayedtheGodoi’ love, To him and guide my darling boy to the bright home above. A W‘- eye h searching, John—old ago can‘t di- fl‘l I181". When watching o'er an only child, to see if he does 142‘“: And very lately I have seen what has aroused my fed", And m my pillow hard at night, and moistened it with team I‘ve sea: a lith within your eye, upon your cheeks a giow. That told Ilse you were in the road thtieadsto shame and woe; on! John, don‘t turn away your head and on my counsel frown, Stay more upon the dear old nun—there‘s danger in the town. Remember what. the poet Days—lug years have proved it true— That Satan finda some mischief still for idle hands to do If you live on in idlmces. with those who love the bowl, You‘ll dig yourself. a drunkard'a grave. and wreck your reckless soul. Your “suspects for the future are very bright, my 00!]: Ian-Ir- ter Joseph R W Raymond. BdwiuA Whitnxn. William H. W' ”mm—Henry H Ewell. Samuel F Peck. Lo- reasonable i BobertI Toilet, George Benedict Hen.“ = H. Ewell. | Public Haring—Henry W Lester George “4' I SWIIIME. Wflmx. M “annual! Peck. Georgew Smith, Iprenxu Dibble and r—Wllliam II. Wilcox. George Bent-dice Henry , Leaner SOCIETY INDEX. RELIGIOUS. ) 31 .l fleet in their Iiali on Walls walk H B Wigham. Pies. Nur- HASO 810. Old Wet! Lodge No. 113. Ran dd... communications holden on meagre and. th— day eveninon in each month, at their sheen; will .\ st. 11': o 6.— taco Thureday evweninin monLh street hot-walk. ii in ea- 5111. m t, W. Irat third $111M] vid I cumPollard. W ll. ODD WW5 Mfg No. til-lens every Monday evening at that“ all. on Wall street. Somali; JamesH 0.; Rd Hill, VG J.'I‘ Prowl“, Seaetary: T. S. Stout, Treasurer; Chas. Olmsted. permanent Semtarv. Km En en! :2! Patriarch: No. 9 l. O. 0.? 55—qu at Fellows Hall, on the first and third Wednesdagveningn in sch month. James march Chief I. Taller, High Priest; Alex 8. Ginsu. Scribe; J. 'l". meitt. Tress; J. C. Crowe, Junior Warden. is: W 8 E: Our Brod? (rs acne. old lid! Club. —Corncr Rain and Washington streets South Norwalk Emma open every day and evening (Sundays excepted.) Elblrt A. Woodward. mo lob—Rooms in Savings Bank Building. 8 OpenG every Deaf; and evening (Sundays ex— G.—Booma in dNew lork and New gram." seems”. 1: Warm GIL BaaeBall Club, Her: J1. South Somali—Win. Salk-ck. President; Geo . Beard, Vice President: 38.806021. Secretary and 'I‘reaanrer; Charles E. " Miiiii. “unicorn every Friday evening, in South Nani-elk. Preside“. Barry Strauss: \ ice President, Herman Joel; Secretary, Paul Escher; Lishlcr F. Becker: Music! Director Geo Schub. XQWALK “DICAL ASSOCIATION. Heetathe lrst Icnday evening or every month to plan the best Iaeamof Muse healthof the munity. mmgmomory, 3i 1).: Vice Presidium x. EWIMSea-etarnw. A. Lockwoodx. D wSunnelLynee Friday \C No a—leets e cliffs meet #31. mw’g‘ar R. 1, Smelt—— laces Thursday h 88. (b.5at1,llornlk.—loata Int landmark J Rm Tfifi"HOUR' '“ ndepead weekly newspa r liahcd $1M 5 mu m samba tangents“: ml mil-OHM - abjecta allocalorgauli don of seven hundred. Not many have your start in life when they are twenty-one. Your star. that shine- so brightly now, in darkness will decline if you forget your mother‘s words. and tarry at tin Irina. Turn back my boy in your youth stay by the dear old tam; The Lord 0! Hosts will save you with his powerful right arm; Nut long will mother pilot you o'rr life's lumputll- one wave. Then lint h. pathway with your love down to the I'Jmt grave. _ a: Will‘- Left-Handed Sam. "He will be fit for nothing,"eaid my father; “ an awkward booby who holds his awl and cuts his food with his left hand." no said my father, and so, alas! I felt. I was awkward. I was fifteen; thick-act. strong, but clumsy ler nor sew a pair of blinkers, nor stuffs able to do. My fingers seemed to have no mechanical feeling in them. I was awkward, and I knew it. and all knew it. I was good»tcmpered; could write fairly, and read anything; but I was awkward with my limbs; they seemed to have wills of their own; and yet I could dance as easily and lightly as any of my neighbon’ sons. “ I don‘t know what he‘s fit for," said my father to the rector of the parish. “ I‘ve sent him to carpenteriug, and be cut his finger nearly off with an axe; then he went to the smith, and burned his hands till he was laid up for a month. It‘s all of no use; he spoils me more good leather in a week than his earnings pay for in a mouth. \Vhy can not he, like other Christians, use his hands as the great God meant him to? There! Look at him now, cut-ting that back stmp for the squire with h'n left hand." . I heard him ; the knife slipped, and the long strip of leather was divided in a moment and utterly spoiled. - “There now ! look at that. A piece out of the very middle of the skin, and his finger gushed into the bargain." The rector endavorcd to swthc my fa- ther's anger while I bandaged my finger. “ You'd better let him come up for that vase, Mr. Walters; I should like a case to fit it, for its very fragile, as all that old Italian glass '3; and line it with the softest leather, please" And so I ueut with the rector to bring back the vase, taking two chamois leathers to bring it in. We reached the house, and I waited in the passage while he went to fetch it. Become back with a large vase, carefully wrapped in the leaulem Alas! At the: moment there came from the room, against the door oi which I was standing, the sound of a voice ringing. a voice that thrilled me through—- a voice I hear now as I write these lines—so clear, so sweet, so pure, it was as if an angel had revealed itself to me. I trembled, and forgot. the precious burden in my hands; it dropped to the ground and was shattered to pieces. How shall I describe the rcctor’a mgc ‘: I fear he said something for which he would have blushed in his calmer moments, and she came out. She who had the angel-voicc—bis niece— came out, and I saw her. I forgot the dia- aster, and stood specchlassly gazing at her face. “ You awkward scoundrel! look at your work. Thirty pounds! Fifty pounds! Au invaluable treasure gone irreparabiv in a ‘i a moment! \Vhy don’t you speak? Why did . you drop it :3" “ Drop it,” I said, walking up. “ Drop what 1'” And then it flashed upon me again, last and I simmered out, “she aangi" -'7herfaee,aadwentshalaihgaweya “ And iffltdidaing,wasthereanywca- .nion todrop-my beautiful ruse, you doubly stupid bloom}- Thule,“ out of the »houae,do,betnra you doaayturthenab rant, and tell your father to Whip you forascupiddok" Ieaid nothing, ‘didnoahiag, hathnked at MMerghth-nderialk:w“ ' ‘ not. Eugenia-nan, 71;” set most especial store. , “ Ho‘w‘hwkward, tobe sure!" she exclaim- ed. “ And'how angry uncle will he!” rectory gate was closed against nae. I led a miserable unhappy life for the next three years; I had only one consola- tion during the whole of that weary time. I saw her at church and heard her sing there. I could hear nothing else when she sang, clear and distinct, above the confused nasal sounds that came from the voices of others —l1crs alone pure, sweet, and good. It was a blessed time. I would not miss a Sunday's service in church for all that mtht od'er. Three good nn'les every Sunday there and heck did I heavily plodmhearhes'PInd feel rewarded. I shared herjoys and linemen I knew when she v1 as happy, when oppreu‘ ed ; as a mother knows the tones of her child‘s voice, to the minutest shadeof difler- ence, so I could tell her when her heart was light and when and. One Sunday she sang as I had never yet heard her, not loudly, but so tenderly, so lovingly; I knew the dingo had come—she loved; it thrilled in her voice; and at the evening service he was there. I saw him. A soldier, I knew, by his bearing,wit.h cruel, hard, gray eyes; and she song, I knew it. I detected a tremble and gratitude in the notes, I felt she was to suffer as I had suffered; not. that I sang. I had no voice. A harsh, gut- tural sound was all I could give utterance to. lcould whistle like a bird, and often and often have I lain for hours in the shade of a tree andjo‘tned the concerts of the woods. One day 1 WE whistling, as was my wont, as I went through the street, when l was tapped on the shoulder by an old man, the cobbler of the next pariah. I knew him from his coming to my father for leather occa- aiuually. “ Saul, where did you learn that?" " Learn what!" “ That tune." “ At church." " You‘ve a good car, Sam.” " l'vo nothing else good, but 1 can whis- tle anything." “Can you whistle me the Morning Hymn?” I did so. saddle. nor do anything that I ought to be , “ Good; Know anything of V01)’ 5! rod I could not makeu 001- I music. Sam 1'" “ Nothing." " Like in?" " I'd give all i have in the world lubcable to play anything My soul's full of music. I can't sing a note, but I could play anything if I were taught." “ So you shall Sam, my boy. Comt- home with me. Carry tho-so skills, and you shall begin at once." I went home with him, and found that he was one of the players in the choir of his parish, his instrumenhbeing the Violoncello. I took my first lesson and from that time commenced a new life. Evening after even- ing, and‘ometimes during the day, I wan- dered over to his little shop, and while he sat, stitch, stitch, at the boots and shoes, I played over and over again all the music I could get from the church. “ You've a beautiful fingering, 5am, my boy, beautiful, and though it does look a lit~ tle awkward to see you how ing away with your left, it makes no difference to you. You ought to be a fine player, Sam." I was enthusiastic, but I was poor. I want- ed an instrument of my own, but I had no money, and I earned none—I could earn nouv. My parents thought, and perhaps rightly, that if they found me food and clothing I Was well provided for, and so for some twelve months 1 used the uldcobbler‘s instrument, improving daily. It was strange for every other impulse should, under the influence of sound move with such precis- ion, ease and cxactncsa “ Sam, my boy," said thawbbler,onc day, y 011 shall have an instrument, and your father shall buy it for you, or the wholepar ‘sh shall cry shame upon him.‘ “ But he don‘ t. know a word 1:! this," I said. “ Never mind, Sana, my boy, he shall be glad to know of it; and he told me his plans. At certain times it was customary for the choirs of neighboring churches to help each other, and it was arranged that the choir of our par-id: should play and sing on the next Sunday morning at his parish church and that he and his choir should come over to our parish for the evening service. " And you, Sam.” said he, “ shall take my place in your own church; and please God, you do as well there as you’ve done here, it will be the proudest day I shall know, Sam, my boy, and your father and mother will say a: too.“ How I-practiced morning, noouandoight, for the great day , how the old man darkly hinted at a prodigy that was to befortheom~ ing at the festival; and. then the day itself, with the events—all is as vivid before me as if it were but yesterday. Thc‘evening came; and there, in the din- lit gallery I sat waiting, with my master her side Inc. v “Sam, my bov,”soid my master, "it’sa great risk; it’s getting very full. There‘s youreynmyonrhookandfgctwhatyon’re playingandthink you're in theiittle'ahop; I’vehecnghtapieceofleathertohalpm" andhepata‘piaoeoftbathlaekwu forsook me, I dropped my cans on the ground. where they upset and flooded away in a moment some seeds on which the rector I turned and fled, and from that time the that the limbs and fingers. so rigid and atifl the aqaieeaad my ladyjuatunain. Keep » hasafieohraelwseaat-iaaaisotme. The“ “dam-e at sea, and! was ,vw‘lththerectorJh'adoctil’, in my own: , , _ ‘ L there, and heard the doctor, and my fly: A ‘ ‘ " I toldzmhe would, my dear madam; I knew W" ‘ “my.“ l” murmured my mother. “Mydiar ,howwehavekafiedforyon!" Whatia two! I was waited and made in of."Gen1ua"’ and “Very clever. " ‘ delightful talent!” such were the cxpredon‘ s I now head. instead of "stupid!" “outward!” and“ uniform- thhlg i" 3. ' Hy father bought me a finciastrumeut; and I wastfl hero of the village forainonth. It was sonic days after the Sunday um I ventured as ‘& about the rectors niece. “ My our boy," said my mother; " the like was fixer beard. We aw you there and. wonderedwhatyou weredoiag; but” soonaaweawyouwith thebow,weknavr you must be the person there’d been so much talk about; and then, when the anthem came. and we all left of singing, and they all left OE playing, and only you and Kiss Cecelia kept on, we were all in tears. I saw even the rector crying; and,poor girl, she seemed as if in a dream, and so did you; it was dreadful for me to see you with your eyes fixed on her, watching her so eagerly. And then to look at her, staring up at the stained glass window as if she could see through it, miles and miles away into the sky. Oh , I‘m sure, the like never was! and then, when you fell down I screamed, and your father ran up and carried you down and brought you home in Farmer Blade's four-wheeler." After this 1 had an invitation to go up to the rectory, and there, in the long winter evenings, we used to sit; and while I played she sang. Oh, those happy times! when she loved me, but only as a dear friend ; and I loved her as I never had loved before or could love again, I do not know the kind of love I had for her. I was but a little old or than she was, but I felt as a father might feel- to his daughter; a sweet tenderness and love that made me pitiful to her. I knew she loved a man unworthy of her, and I think, at times, she felt this herself, and knew I felt it. I was perfectly free of the rector'a house at last, and we used to find in our music a means of converse that. our tongues could not have known. Ah! inc—those days 1—— thev are gone. She left us at last, and in a few years her motherleea child came back in her place, and as I again all in the old rectory parlor, years and yearsafler my first visit, wuh her daugh- ter beside me singing—but. elm! not with her mother‘s voice—all the old_memorlea flood back upon me, and I feel agrateful. calm joy in the openly~shown respect and aflection of the daughter of her whom I loved so silently, so tenderly, and so long. I sit in the old seat in the church now and play; and, once in the year, the old anthem; but thc voice is gone that filled the old church as with a glory that day. I feel, an the sounds swell out, and the strings vibrate under my withered fingers, I am but wait- ing to be near her under the yew tree out- side, and it may be, nearer to her still in the longed-for future. .___...".—_—_- INTELLECT IN BAGS. It was a bleak, wintry day. Heavy snow drifts lay piled up in the streets of New York, and the whole appearance of the city was cold and dim Seated upon the steps of one of the large dwellings on Fifth avenue was a boy appar- ently thirteen years of age. He was literally clothed in rags, and his hands were blue, and his teeth chattcred with cold. Lving on his knees win a newspaper he had picked up in one of the streets, and he was trying to read the words on it. He had thus occupied himself for some time, when two little girls, clad in silk' and furs, came toward him. The eldest was about twelve years of age, and so beautiful that the poor boy fixed his eyes upon her in undiaguised admiration. The child of wealth stopped before him, and turning to her companion. exclaimed.- “Mariam, just see this fellow on mystepsl Boy, whataeeyoudoing beret" “Iamtrying to learn to readnpouthis little strip of paper," answered the boy. The girl laughed derilvely. and can: ‘ Well, truly, Ihave heaniofintelloctin s,and here it is pascaided. " r“Mariam a soft blue eyes filled with tearsas she replied: “ 0h,Louisiedoa’ ttalk so; you knowthat MisaFannieteachesnastschcol;'The1-ich and poor meet together, and ma Inn! is m of than all.‘ " Lonim laughed again and said tothe boy: “ Get up from here, you shall not sit on my steps; you are too ragged and dirty." The boy arose and a blush crimsoned his face. He was wilking away, when Harlem said: I ‘ “ Don t go. little boy, you are so cold; come tony house and get warm. 0h.do come," shecontinued. as he hesitated; and into a large kiwi-mild! on was sheddiagfb‘genlaf warnith around. “Well,“ Harlan, and who are you‘ bringing here new!” asked the servant won'ian. “Apoorhoy who has almost perished .; Ahoyfandahepihedaehsirthfia youwmlethimwma,wfllyoanot,W' “mmwum—dt mm ‘ ’mudtieagave hire a pieesofhread , ‘were playmates and Iriehda. Their dwell- ingaioined, and that)“ every honrof the day they were together, for they attended 'difl'erently dispositioned and brought up— Louiac was proud and haughty. Poverty in her eyes was din-raeeandacrimemndahe thoughtnothlngtoo severe for thepoorto, sufir.‘ Theseviews she learned from her mother. Mr; Gardner moved in an exclu- sive circle, the ban fan of New York. With- out its precincts she never ventured, except to visit her mother's friends, and was grow- ing up believing herself even better than they. ' The teaching that. Marian Hayerreceived was totally diferent from this. Mrs. Gard- ner was one of Mrs. Hayes’ most particular friends—vet, though she moved in that cir- cle, she was far from one of them. Her doctrinewas the teat hex-girl had used— “ The rich and the poor meet together, and the Lord is Maker of them all.” This she taught. Mariam. There was no distinction in wealth or position—that the distinction was in worth alone. She taught her to rev- erence age and pity the poor and destitute; and that pleasant words were as sweet as honeycomb—sweetie” aonl;.alittle kind- ness was better than money. Marina lurned the lesson well, and was ever ready to dis- pense her gentle words to all, whether they were wealthy and influential or tagged and indigent, as the boy she had that. morning befriended. * * A gay and brilliant throng had assembled in Washington. Congress was in session, and the hotels were crowded with strangen- It was an evening party. The brilliantly lighted rooms were filled with youth and beauty. Standing near one of the doors were two young ladies, busily engaged conversing to- gether. The elder of the two suddenly exclaimed : “ Oh, Mariam, have you seen the new member from W—t“ “ No, but I have heard a great deal about hint" “Oh.lwamws«eehimaobadly. Mrs. N is going to introduce him to us. I wish she would make haste—I have no patience.“ “Don' t speak so, Loaiac. Iwiahyoawould not be so triflfif A singular smile played around the mouth 10! a tall, handsome man who was standing near theglria;andashe pa-edthanzhe scanned them very closely. InashorttimeMraN. cameupwithMr. “Hamilton, the new member, and preheated himtomsaflsrdaerandams Hayes. As they were convening. together. Mr. Hamilton said : “ Ladies, we have met before." . Both Harlan and Locke declared their ignorance of the fact. “ It has been longyears before, yetlhave not forgotten it, awn; ”antenna utter- ed durlug that meeting. I will quote one that may recall it to your memory: “ The richandthepoorlneei together, andthe Lord is Xaker of then: all." The rich blood tinged the check of Max'- iam, but Louise still declared herself ignor ant as before. lr.Haa1ilwa glanced a mo- ment 3 Mariam, and that turning to Louise he said: Long years ago a little boy,ragged and dirty, seated'hlnlelf on the mo! asutely dwelling on Fifth avenue, New York,and wasbusilyengagedintryingtoreadfroma hit of par—nywllen that“ was httn’et— ed by two girls, richly M. The oldest of the two attracted him, for she was as beautiful as an angel, but as they came near himsbeltftedherheadandeaehimbd: “ Boy, what are you doing here?” The boy answered that he was trying to read. The child of finance dend' edhlm, andsaidshehad heard of mange, and that he was the very personification of it. Her companion's answer that. " me rich and poor meet together. and the Lord is Makerof themali" The elder girl drove theboyawaytromheruepghtntheyonng. erone tookhim latcherhouse,and warmed andfcdhimtbere. Wheotheyparted,the girl said: “You must not forget Karina Hayes.” And, an» Hsvea, he has never forgotten. That ragged, duty boy. how ha. fore you, ladies. la Kr. Hanilton. the nan:- hel' (1 Guinea. and M me. n M net, to tender niy’ thanks to you Iot- your kind treatment a! that boy Overwhelmed with “titanium knew not what to do oraay 7 Inpityfor health Hamilton amend turning to Marian, add: "I will see mail.“ Bayes,” aodhe left them. it i i it 2"." shedaRyrnetlfr. Wandiaafev dayslefthrxaw mammal-us, society of a distinguished sndhandedittonariam. newso Wished“ first leaned.» thesameschool. These twochildren were ' Louisemldnot my in the city,whers withtheccasciomeasofhavingdaienmh- ingtobeaahamcdof. mamas Dongle-man. . llariamandEvacwflking tgether one evening,th the‘latter drew frmhlabosomanoldandwell-wornpfimer - Fmtltishegfl; “meanwhile “Therlchaadthapoor nest together.and theLordislaker-otthenal! ‘ +_ Couldn’t” It. 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