“ With an airy motion, and a smile and nod for 
everybody, she entered the school-honse, but all 
the while she was glancing hurriedly around to 
see if Heath was there. By-the-way, girls, when 
you see a young girl more than usually talkative 
and mirthful in a company where there is one 
whom she has wronged or quarreled with, rely 
upon it he is never absent from her thoughts. 
But Heath wasn’t there that night, and Kitty 
being vexed thereat, grew silent and short, and 
on reaching home dismissed Mr. Bell number 
two quite unceremoniously, for which he retalia¬ 
ted by telling Heath next day that he waited on 
her to the spelling-school, and found her company 
most agreeable. 
“ So Heath stayed away, and she only saw him 
at church, when he didn’t appear to see her at all. 
“It was very hard, and in private Kitty shed 
some bitter tears, though if she had seen him the 
next instant, she would not have made the slight¬ 
est advance towaid a reconciliation. Proud, per¬ 
verse little heart! She made all sorts of excuses 
said, she had no hope that he would ever return; 
she wrote to ease her conscience, which had for a 
long time been ill at ease. 
“ Two days from the date of the note it was 
answered thus: 
‘I have nothing to forgive in you, though had you 
said, two months ago, as much as you have now, we 
might both have been spared much pain. There is 
much in my own conduct which I never can forgive. 
With regard to the change in my feelings toward yen, 
I have nothing to say, I can say nothing. Kitty, I 
shall (God willing,) be married on the approaching 
Thanksgiving day, to Lily Yale, whom you knew, 
and I am sure must love.’ 
“ That was a sorrowful Thanksgiving at Farmer 
Clover’s, for Kitty lay sick with a fever. The 
doctor thought it had been brought on by weak¬ 
ness, and too frequent exposure and exertion in 
attending the religious meetings, in which Kitty 
had of late felt a deep interest. So great had 
been her eagerness to attend them, that her pa¬ 
rents could not deny her the privilege. 
“When she recovered her health she seldom 
exhibited that exuberance of spirits once so natu¬ 
ral to her, but there was a gentle womanliness 
about her, that was quite as pleasing. As she 
united with the church soon after, most of her 
friends ascribed her altered manners to that cause, 
and they were right in some degree. 
“The change in her prepared them somewhat 
for the event which shortly took place—namely, 
her marriage to a person very different from any 
of her former lovers, though some shook their 
heads very gravely when they beheld the husband 
elect, in Perry Winkle, Esq., a man old enough 
to be her father.” 
“ Why, grandmother! That is too bad! You 
don’t think Kitty loved him, do you?” 
“I don’t pretend to say,” replied grandmother, 
sagely. “Such things are not impossible, when, 
as in Kitty’s case, the gentleman did not look so 
old, and was good, and kind, and in all respects 
trustworthy. I rather tbink Kitty did love him, 
but for all that I do not advise you girls to follow 
her example, even should you lose a youthful 
lover like Heath Bell.” 
As she pronounced the last words, I stole a 
hasty glance at Cousin Helen, and noticed that 
her large, dark eyes, apparently fixed on vacancy, 
were shiniDg with crystal drops. 
There is a wee bit of romance about this Cousin 
Helen of ours. There always is, you know, about 
From the old woods, dim and lonely, 
Comes a moan; 
There the winds are sighing only, 
“Summer’s gone 1” 
All the bright and sunny hours, 
And the green and leafy bowers, 
With the Summer’s latest flowers, 
Are faded now; 
And the brow 
Of the waning year 
Has been twined with dying leaves; 
And the gathering of the sheaves 
Tells us Autumn’s here. 
Now the winds go loudly moaning 
Through the vales; 
And the forest trees are groaning 
Mournful tales 
Of decays that swiftly gather, 
Of the coming wintry weather, 
Of the snow that, like a feather, 
Soon will fall; 
And the call 
Of Death is sighing 
Over all the rippling streams; 
And the Summer’s lingering gleams 
Are sadly dying. 
’Tis the waniDg, waning twilight 
Of the year 
That hovers now, all strangely bright, 
Round us here; 
And soon the year will pass away, 
Like the light of ^n autumn day, 
Adown old Winter’s dim highway 
To its tomb; 
And the gloom 
Of the Silent Land 
Will rest on the bright years flown; 
And the winds of Time will moan 
O’er the dreamless band! 
[Knickerbocker Magazine. 
By two o’clock so much snow had fallen that the 
fences began to disappear, and little Joe said he 
should think there was going to be a thanksgiving 
dinner out doors, they were laying such a big, 
white cover. 
Our young gentlemen were amusing themselves 
in reading and exploring the premises, while “we 
girls” betook ourselves to grandmother’s room, 
where we were shortly joined by the dear old lady 
herself, who could never let us be long out of her 
sight. 
“ Why, girls, how still you all are to-day ! Are 
you dull because it is so stormy ? or has dinner 
made you sleepy ? Come down and let s have 
some music. Helen will play, and you can all 
sing.” 
But Cousin Helen ignored that plan, and the 
next suggestion was that grandmother should tell 
us a story. 
“A story? About what? Shall it be a love 
story ?” 
The majority of us were young ladies in our 
teens, or a trifle over, so the vote for the love story 
was nearly unanimous. We wheeled grandmother’s 
cushioned chair to the open fire and arranged our¬ 
selves around in attitudes convenient for listening, 
some preferring to sit upon the hearth-rug. With 
an affectionate smile grandmother said : 
“Kitty Clover was a wild little thing, pretty 
and smart, like many a one who has lived and 
flourished long since her day. Of course she had 
plenty of beaux, and some said she was a bit of a 
flirt, though they must have been the envious 
ones, for with all her faults, Kitty had a kind 
heart. 
“ Though her plump and well - rounded little 
figure,in a neatly-fitting dress, combined with her 
fair complexion and blue eyes to form a quite 
attractive picture, Kitty possessed some more 
solid attractions, which doubtless had their full 
weight with her rustic vassals. Farmer Clover 
was well to do in the world, his acres were broad, 
his barns were large, and his good, old, honest 
heart was larger. Kitty was the ODly child which 
was left to bless his fireside, the others slept 
beneath the green grass, or the fading leaves, or 
the deep snows on the hill-sides, and his dear and 
faithful wife was an invalid who never went beyond 
the home which Kitty’s active industry and youth¬ 
ful spirits made so comfortable. 
“ Kitty’s knowledge of the world was not limited 
to the retired village which contained her home. 
Before her mother required so much of her atten¬ 
tion she had been away to boarding-school, and 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 8 letters. 
My 8, 7 is an exclamation. 
My 4, 6 is a river in Europe. 
My 3, 2, 8 is a certain kind of fish. 
My 5, 7, 7 is the peculiar noise of a common bird. 
My 1, 3, 8, 4 is a plant. 
My 4, 7, 7, 8 is a small collection of water. 
My 4, 3, 5,1 is a grain measure. 
My 3, 8, 8 is a measure of length. 
My 8, 6, 5,1 is sometimes troublesome to burglars. 
My 5, 8, 7, 5,1 is a very useful instrument. 
My 4, 6, 2 is the name of a celebrated poet. 
My 8, 7, 5,1 is a part of a gun. 
My 1, 2, 3, 8 is a part of a ship. 
My 4, 6,1, 3 is a machine, the purpose thereof is to keep 
unruly animals within bounds. 
My whole would be well for every passionate person 
to remember. Sam Hopkins. 
Fayette, Seneca Co., N. Y., 1S59. 
Answer in two weeks. 
all to herself. Then she grew angry. She knew 
Heath could not bear Mary Gold, he had said so 
a hundred times. If he went there it was in the 
hope of making her jealous. However, she wasn’t 
sure he did go, but he would see that she could 
do without him, easily. 
“ Mary Gold lived within sight of farmer Clo¬ 
ver’s, and one Sunday evening as Kitty sat by 
the parlor window, thinking how lonely the Sun¬ 
day evenings seemed now, she was startled by 
the sight of Heath Bell. He had paused, and 
was intently gaziDg at her. She blushed crimson, 
and her heart beat quickly, for she thought at first 
that he was coming in; but no, he passed, and 
running to another window, she saw him enter 
Mr. Gold’s house a few moments after. That 
night she lay tossing on her lonely pillow, and 
when her worn and unrefreshed appearance was 
remarked next morning, she said she could not 
sleep because the moonlight in her room kept her 
awake. 
“ There was to be a grand cherry party on the 
4th of July that year, and Kitty had looked for¬ 
ward to it for a loDg time. Now she no longer 
cared to go, but thinking that Heath would prob¬ 
ably wait upon Mary Gold, she determined to do 
so, if only to show him how little she cared. Her 
devoted Canterbury- was the first to offer his 
escort, and she accepted him solely because she 
thought him the most disagreeable admirer in her 
train. 
“ Here, agaiD, she had miscalculated, for though 
Heath was there, he bestowed his attentions upon 
Lily Yale, the sweet and modest daughter of 
their clergyma*^^^ noticed Kitty’s presence 
only by a formiTvl^^m reply to her nonchalant 
salutation, and as they parted, Kitty could not 
help comparing herself to the gentle Lily, and 
felt humbled. 
“Throughout that unhappy day Kitty kept 
hoping that something would occur to briDg them 
together, and that Heath would make some ad¬ 
vance ; but they seemed fated not to meet. Only 
once, as she stood near a large tree, a little apart 
from her companions, she turned suddenly and 
saw Heath leaninv' against the tree on the other 
side. He had not observed her, and hastily obey¬ 
ing her first impulse, she moved away. In after 
years she often recurred to that moment, and 
thought, ‘ Ah, how much better for us both would 
it have been, had I silenced my proud heart, and 
going to him, inquired in what I had offended!’ 
“Such reflections were generally put to flight, 
when she considered that they had never been 
engaged, and, except so far as they understood 
each other, there was nothing binding in their 
relations. Connected by a link so slender as to 
be almost invisible, now that it was to be severed, 
each suffered a severe pang, while gradually the 
breach was widening, though both were too proud know, Robert, that it was but a trifle, not worth 
to offer to lessen it until they could be certain of quarreling about, but if sorrow could do it, I have 
the wishes of the other. earned your forgiveness.” 
“ The summer waned, and with it the roses on Could that have been Cousin Helen— our queen- 
Kitty’s cheeks. People remarked her paleness, cousin, as we often called her ? I never asked, but 
ILLUSTRATED REBUS. 
The Answer will be given in two weeks. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOMETRICAL PROBLEM. 
^Zr-HTU 
What is the diameter of a circle, within which is 
inscribed four circles, each six inches in diameter? 
North Bergen, Gen. Co., N. Y. E. W. Hoyt. 
82?” Answer in two weeks. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
The Lover’s Puzzle. —To learn to read the follow¬ 
ing, so as to make good sense, is a mystery. If any of 
our lady friends can do so, they may call and get the 
printer’s hat: 
I thee read see that me 
Love is down will I’ll have 
But that and you have you’ll 
One and up and you if. 
OUR THANKSGIVING. 
BY CAROLINE A. HOWARD. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN No. 513, 
Answer to Geographical Enigma:—An editor’s otfice 
without a lounger. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma:—Piety is the best 
practice. 
Answer to Algebraical Problem:—He had traveled 
33 miles; he traveled 2% miles an hour; police traveled 
4 miles an hour. 
him, for shnever gave him any encouragement, 
that anybody could see, and never seemed so 
happy as when teasing or tantalizing his grave 
lordship. He was one of those quiet, conscientious 
young men, who, to use Kitty’s expression, ‘ ap¬ 
pear to mark their lives by rule and compass. ’ 
There was some fun in teasing him, she said, he 
took it so seriously. But with all her coquetry, 
and the little quarrels which they had from time 
to time, his visits still continued, and the neigh¬ 
bors prophesied a wedding at farmer Clover’s. 
Kitty knew their thoughts, but with a knowing 
shake of her head and a mischievous twinkle in 
her eyes, she said to herself—' Not so fast my good 
friends—I’m not caught yet.’ 
“ Now, Heath Bell had a cousin, one Canter¬ 
bury Bell, a sprnce and handsome youth, who 
kept the village drug store. He was somewhat 
older than Heath, and had the advantage of him 
in personal attractions and address, and as he 
seemed equally sensible of Miss Kitty’s charms, 
he was considered by all but herself, a dangerous 
rival. In her secret heart she considered him a 
shallow coxcomb, and would have remained an old 
sooner 
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maid — much as she dr( 
than have married him. 
acquaintance, partly because it amused her to see 
the annoyance of sundry maidens who were so 
foolish as to admire him, and partly because it was 
‘good fun’ to play him off against Heath; for, 
beiDg his cousin, he could not resent it, though 
liking it none the better on that account. 
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quantity of attentions which Kitty constantly 
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Kitty if she thaid the word;’ and Narcissus 
White, whose father kept a green-house, used to 
send her choice boquets, and then call to see if she 
received them. John Quill, Burr Dock and 
others, shared her smiles, and poor Heath seldom 
called without finding one or more of them present. 
“ There was a spelling-school — you’ve heard of 
such things, I dare say—every -week in the school- 
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twice the chance of the other of dying in a hospital, 
in jail, in debt, in bad repute. It is a perpetual 
insult to mediocrity; its very word is a trespass 
against somebody’s vested ideas.” 
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and on his leaving her the 
ling-school, she accompanied him to the door, 
takiDg care to close the parlor door behind her. 
Encouraged by her manner, his parting was more 
than usually impressive, and he begged the favor 
of her company the following evening. She ex¬ 
cused herself on plea of her mother’s ill-health, 
but really to dampen his hopes, which she could 
see were rapidly rising. 
“ The next evening was fair and moonlit, and as 
Kitty lighted the candles, she half wished that 
she had told Heath that she would go to the 
spelling-school. She had scarcely thought so 
when a chaise drove into the yard, and Mr. Can¬ 
terbury Bell bowed himself in. In the most 
affable manner he greeted her father and mother, 
and asked the privilege of taking Miss Kitty to 
spelling-school. Neither father nor mother knew 
of her refusal to go with Heath, and urged her to 
accept, telling her she must not stay at home all 
the time. The idea entered her little wicked brain 
that it would be such a good joke to see Heath’s 
surprise when she should come in with his cousin, 
so she went. 
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