all, tbe black mare was discovered to be want¬ 
ing a shoe; then, at the first turnpike gate, tbe 
squire found out that lie bad left his purse be¬ 
hind him, and notwithstanding Mr. liushton’s 
assurance that he was amply provided, the squire 
must needs return. 
“ We shall m*ke it np again, never fear, 1 * he 
cried, in answer to his companion’s impatience; 
“ there wouldn't be much in a horse’s legs if 
they couldn't overtake a man's in a three aay6’ 
march.” 
Finally, when they had started again, and 
were a good two miles on their way, the squire’s 
favorite pointer enddenly made her appearance. 
She had followed them patiently across fields 
and behind hedges, and now concluded that all 
danger of being 6ent back waB over, and that 
she might proclaim her adherence. But the 
squire, finding her pertinacious in stealing back 
again and again, alter repeated dismissals, was 
obliged at last to ride back more than half the 
distguce he had come, to leave the dog in the 
safe charge of one of his own men ; so that the 
sun was high, and the road hot and dusty, be¬ 
fore the journey was fairly commenced; and it 
was six o’clock in the evening when the two 
riders, entering a straggling village street, were 
refreshed by tlie sight of sundry scarlet coats 
dotted about under the trees of the village 
green. Riding up to the nearest of these, the 
squire demanded, “Arc you Captain Falrligbt’B 
men ?” 
“ We be, sir,” was the reply given, with a 
military salute. 
“ Where is the captain ?” he next asked. 
“There, sir,” said the man, pointing to a 
small inn, on whose sign-board was painted a 
grotesque idea of a Flying Dutchman, under 
which the two gentlemen dismounted. 
“Captain Fairlight, sir? Yes, sir—he’s in 
the parlor. Tills way, if you please, gentle¬ 
men,” said a jocund lundludy, in a state of high 
elation from the uuusual number and quality of 
her guests. 
Mr. Rushton. however, hung back. Jaded 
and dispirited, lie had not the courage to try 
his fate. 
“You go first,” he whispered to the squire, 
“and I will wait here until you brlDg me news," 
and he turned into the little parlor. 
Captain John started up from a table spread 
with such cheer as the place afforded. 
“Father!'’ he exclaimed, in tones of unmiti¬ 
gated astonishment, “what has brought you 
here?" 
“Pope Joan, and my own will," replied Mb 
father. ‘* I come after that misguided lad, young 
Rushton.” 
Captain John thrust his hands deep down 
into his pockets, and turning his back upon 
the squire, looked out of the window. 
“Where is he? Is he here?” demanded the 
squire. 
But there wa6 no answer. 
“John,” he continued, “I hope you had no 
hand in bringing this trouble upon your father’s 
old friends ?” 
Still there was no answer. 
“ Young man,” said the squire, severely, 
“ have you forgotten the respect you owe your 
elders ? I command you to answer me—where 
is Maurice Rushton ?” 
“He has deserted,” replied Captain John; 
and, as he turned his face towards his lather, 
drooped before his, and she burst Into tears. 
Captain John shrugged his shoulders, and ris¬ 
ing from bis 6eat, paced the floor once or twice. 
Just then tbe door opened, and gave entrance 
to madam. 
“Mother,” said Captain John, leading her 
forward to where sat Beauty in distress, “ if the 
French let me come back again, as perhaps they 
may, this is to be my wire." 
Madam hereupon took tbe heiress in her arms 
and kissed her, and cried over her, and then Miss 
Fairlight ami Let.ty came in, and there was more 
kissing and more congratulation: and it was not 
nntll an hour afterwards that Miss Travers re¬ 
membered she onght to have been angry at such 
a cavalier mode of wooing. 
The squire, when told the news, rubbed his 
head in a mystified way, repeating “John, 
John—why, 1 thought the lass liked young 
Rushton.”’ And a smart, dose of conjugal entn- 
E liments on his obtuseness was required before 
Is brain cleared itself to the proper view of 
things. 
Angela marched up and down the housekeep¬ 
er’s room, clenching her small fist, whilst a red 
Bpot of indignation burnt lu each cheek. 
“I tell yon I bate her, Rachel,” she said. 
“ How dare you talk io that, way"? I bate her, 
I say. She shsll never be my sister. She has 
wronged Maurice Rushton.” 
Thus the Fairlight family were divided in 
their reception of the news. 
They were to ride to Staplestone next day. 
Madam and Miss Fairlight and Miss Travers in 
the family chariot, to see the captain so far on 
his way, and to take leave of him there. How 
grand be looked as ho marched out of the town, 
in his scarlet uniform, and bis drawn sword 
shining in bis hand, and his sixty volunteers be¬ 
hind him! The ladies were very proud of him, 
and when he came np to the door of their chariot, 
and stood there talking to them as the men filed 
by, they were so busy looking at him and ad- 
miriDg’him, that they never noticed how a pale, 
eager face looked out of the ranks at them, and 
at Captain John, as he pressed MIsb Traver’B 
white hand to bis Ups. 
“That be the captain’s sweetheart,” said a 
rough countryman amongst the raw recruits. 
“How dost thou know?” questioned his 
comrade. 
“ Cause I zeed tier afore up at the inn yonder, 
aud the barmaid told me as much; and that’s 
&he’s a Lunnon lady with lots of money, and 
he’s goiDg to marry her if he gets safe home 
again.” 
Whereupon the pale recruit turned so much 
paler, and faltered so much in his step, that, his 
neighbor, the countryman, offered him a sup of 
brandy from a flask which he carried in his 
pocket. 
That uight, as the Fairlight girls were folding 
np their work — girls were expected to be nota¬ 
ble sixty years ago—preparatory to retiring for 
the night, there came a knock at the Hall door, 
and whilst they were all wondering what such 
an unusually late visit might mean, Mr. and 
Mrs. Rushton entered with such signs of trouble 
about them as instantly roused the eager sym¬ 
pathy of tbe whole party. 
“ Eh, R nekton, what’s the matter ?" cried the 
squire. 
Tbe clergyman could only shake his head. 
“Tell us what it Is,” whispered madam, as 
she led Mrs. Rushton to a seat. 
“Oh, Madam Fairlight!" burst, forth the poor 
lady In an agony of grief—“my son is gone — 
gone!" 
“Ilow?" asked madam. 
Nobody understood the poor lady — nobody 
hut Miss Travers, who felt more frightened than 
ever she had done before in her life. 
“ ITe has enlisted into the captain'6 regiment, 
and has gone awaj with him,” gasped the 
mother, brokenly. A- 
“ Enlisted I” was the general exclamation. 
It was fortunate that the room was large, and 
that the further end of it, where Angela stood, 
was in shadow. I'ortunatc, too, that only Let- 
ty, who was strong-minded and discreet, saw her 
sister sink back upon the window-seat; and 
stepping quickly ncross, under cover of the 
general exclamations, raised the poor, swooning 
child, in her arms, holding the salts, which Letty 
generally carried in her pocket, to her nose, unit 
whispering to her every reason why she should 
compose herself quickly; and by the time Mrs. 
Rushton had communicated such inlormalion as 
she was possessed of, Angela could be trusted 
to stand alone, though still in the shadow. 
Mrs. Rushton’s information consisted princi¬ 
pally of a note which had been brought to the 
parsonage, only an hour ago, by a stable-boy 
from the inn at, Fairlight. It ran thus: 
“Mr dear Father and Mother — I know 
what a bitter disappointment it will be to yon 
to learn that all yuqr cherished hopes for me 
must be abandoned, and that I have decided up¬ 
on following the profession of arms iustcad of 
that for which you have always designed me. 
When I tell you’lhut the happiness of my whole 
life depends upon this change, 1 trust tnat you 
will soon cease t,u regret it. 1 cannot explain 
myself more fully at present, but as you are as 
sured of my strong affection for both of yon, 1 
believe that you will be satisfied. 1 would not, 
without, sutficient reason, nm the risk of 60 
grieving you. My happiness and welfare have 
always been your first care; be persuaded, as 1 
hope to prove to you one day, that they are 
bound up in this venture. I have enlisted Into 
Captain Fairlight’s regiment, and am on the 
point of marching with him to Portsmouth, 
there to embark for the seat of war. Write to 
me, to his care, and tell me that you forgive aud 
trust your ever affectionate son, 
“Mairich Rushton." 
“ If John has been the cause of this,” said 
Squire Fairlight, laying down the letter alter 
he had read it, “be has done very ill.” 
“John!” cried madam, ever ready to defend 
her children; “ why should John have done it ? 
I cannot believe he has.” 
“ Captain Fairlight is a good and brave officer, 
madam,” said Mr. Rushton, speaking for the 
first time, “ and we thought that in his enthusi¬ 
asm for the noble profession he loves so well, he 
may have talked over aud misled our son, whose 
duty, as you know, lay in another direction. 
And so, madam, and yon, too, squire, we came 
hither to pray you to use your influence with 
your sou, without loss of time, to induce hikp 
to aid us in releasing Maurice from his ill-con- 
Eidered engagement; and to effect this I will 
pay any sum of money which may be de¬ 
manded.” 
“Tut, man!” blurted out the squire, “if 
this has been brought about as you think, the 
cost shall be all mine. Ring the bell, Cecelia, 
and let Michael saddle ‘Pope Joan,* and get 
ready to ride with me, himself on the black 
mare, by six o’clock in the morning. If I know 
anything of horse-flesh, we shall be up with 
them by dinner time.” 
“ I thought of riding after them myself,” said 
the clergyman, looking wistfully at him. 
“ Well, then, you shall take the mare,” said 
the 6quire, “ * Pope Joan ’ would laugh at your 
pony.” 
8o it was agreed; and the Rushtons took their 
she was holding out her hand, and he had to 
take It and bow himself out of the room. 
“ What did it mean ? ” he a-ked himself again 
and agalD, as he made his way slowly home¬ 
wards. But two days since his love had seemed 
so happy and prosperous; here, In this very 
meadow, she had permitted him to tell her he 
loved her, and to press her hand, and the smile 
with which she parted from him on that evening 
was full of encouragement. What bad he done ? 
He could not find ont, and be could not rest 
without knowing. Bo the evening found him 
again at Fairlight Hall. 
It was close, sultry, September weather, and 
the young ladles had taken their work Into the 
garden, and were sitting there on the grass, 
laughing and talking as girls do when they are 
together. Captain John was there; he had rid¬ 
den out to post letters for the mail. Great Dews 
had reached him that afternoon of a battle in 
Spain, in which his own regi ment had been en¬ 
gaged, and had distinguished itself particularly. 
The conversation since the receipt of this news 
had been very martial, and Miss Travers was 
wound up to an especial pitch of military enthu¬ 
siasm. Into ibis furore Maurice brought hie so¬ 
ber civilian face and garb. 
“Great news! great news, Maurice!” called 
ont Miss Fairlight. “John’s regiment has won 
a great victory, and he is mad at being absent! ” 
“Captain Fairlight Is wounded," spoke up 
Miss Travers, “ otherwise we all know be would 
have been foremost in doing his duty for his 
country. It seems to me” (and Maurice thought 
Bhe threw a scornful look towards him) “ that If 
I were a man I should despise myself now, to sit 
down quietly at home, when England calls her 
sons to fight for her. 
“ But England calls her sons to other duties 
also,” put in Maurice. 
“ For the poor and mean-spirited the desk and 
the pulpit may do very well,” said Miss Travers, 
tossing her pretty head disdainfully. “But give 
me the man who Is notafr-dd to face the enemies 
of Ills country on the field of battle, and who 
comes back covered with glory and renown,” 
“Quite as ranch glory may he gained in a 
bloodless field,” said Maurice, In a low tone, 
looking at her steadily and earnestly. 
“ That is a coward’s plea,” she cried, impa¬ 
tiently. “ Now is the time for every brave man 
to show he loveR his country better than himself. 
T despise every one who stays at home when biB 
king and hi6 country call him aB they do now." 
Maurice turned paler than he had done lathe 
mornimr. Was this what ahe wanted of him ? 
Was this why his gifts were not accepted — his 
love repulsed ; that she deemed none worthy of 
her favor save those w ho could lay at her feet the 
laurels of martial glory? Ho thought of his 
hither and mother, of the hopes which were cen¬ 
tered in him, the only sou of his family, a family 
which for generations had given Its host and 
worthiest to serve in God’B temple; then he 
looked up at Miss Travers. The excitement of 
talking had flushed her cheeks; her pretty rosy 
lips were pouting, her eyes blazing with excite¬ 
ment. He felt that such beauty must be won at 
every sacrifice: he thought tha't her enthusiasm 
was noble and good, and he loved her ten tiroes 
better for it- As they rose to return to the 
house (which they did at madam’s summons he) 
walked by her sid'e. 
“ Must none, then, hope for Miss Travers’ 
favor except him who has fought for his country 
upon a battle field?” he whispered. 
“ None,” she replied, looking him steadily in 
the face. 
He laid his hand upon her arm; 6hc could feel 
how it trembled. Ilis changing color, aud the 
moisture which broke out in great beads upon 
his forehead, might have told her how much her 
words were to him. 
“Stay one moment,” he implored; “Miss 
Travers, is this earnest?” 
“ Yes,” she replied, “ Let me go, Mr. Rush- 
ton.” 
Maurice did not follow her; he walked 6lowly 
homewards. 
“1 am rid of him now, at last,” she said to 
herself, as she followed Letty Fairlight into the 
3 er parlor; “ he cannot fail to understand 
plain speaking.” 
The poor little bunch of forgct-mc-nota which 
6ho had treated ignominiou&ly had been rescued 
secretly from the window-sill, where it Jay fading 
in the sun, and carried by Angela to a certain 
pond in a corner of one of the meadows—a pond, 
or rather water-spring, lying half concealed be¬ 
neath the trunks of three huge willows, one 
gnarled and twisted branch of which, shaded by 
a clump of hazel bushes, made a seat, on which 
she spent many of her musing hours. There 
she laid the flowers in the water, and bid them 
tenderly from all eyes but her own, because his 
hand had touched them. Stupid Maurice! 
Next day there was great bustle and movement 
at the Hall. Captain John was going back to 
Lis regiment, lie had received such fresh 
news as made him eager to return to share the 
dangers and the glory of his comrades. Ills 
arm was scarcely serviceable yet, as his mother 
told him through her tears, hut he declared that 
by the end of the voyage ho would be in fighting 
trim again, and go lie must and would. The 
transports would sail in less than a week, and he 
must Btart tor Portsmouth Immediately, and 
with him sixty stout fellows who had volun¬ 
teered from Staplcstoue aud its neighborhood. 
Miss Fairlight, and Letty and Angela stayed 
their tears until the Captain’s handkerchiefs 
should be hemmed, and his linen marked; but, 
Miss Travers wept in her own chamber nnt.il 
her eyes were so red that, she was aBhamed to 
face ihe family down stairs. Tiieu she tied a 
hood over her ears aud stole ont into tbe park, 
walking about there until she was weary, when 
she came hack very pale and quiet, and eat her¬ 
self down in the parlor with the other girls. 
Nobody else was in the mood to be gay, so that 
her subdued manner passed without notice. 
Captain John Came in and out, whistling and 
humming the liveliest of camp tunes. It was 
not until he drew a chair up to her side, and 
seated himself upon it, that she discovered the 
others had left the room one by one, and that 
she was alone with him. 
“Miss Travers,” he said, “if the question be 
not toq bold, what has Maurice Rushton done to 
offend you?” 
“Nothing,” she stammered, bluahiug with 
vexation. “Mr. Rushton has not the power or 
the right to offend me.” 
“ I beg your pardon,” he returned, Beeing that 
he at least had the power to tease her. “ It is 
not for me to pry into any lady’s secrets; but I 
should say that Maurice has both the power and 
the right.” 
“How can you say so?” she demanded, in a 
vexed tone. 
“Miss Travers has distinguished him with so 
many of her favors that every one must con¬ 
clude he has claims which she will not ignore," 
he replied. 
“It is false,” she began, passionately. 
“ What is false ? ” he interrupted—” that you 
have shown him favors?” 
And he looked into her eyes with 6ueh a 
saucy, provoking smile, that Miss Travers’ look 
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Every shadow and hope dispel, 
Lift my spirit from realms of night. 
Soft as the beams of Autumn snn, 
Sweet as the death or the summer flowers, 
Gather thy jewels one by one, 
Take my eouI to those fadeless bowers. 
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[Continued from page 304, last No,] 
CHAPTER III. 
Captain John was tall and stalwart He bad 
& martial air and a martial stride, and a fine 
moustache on his upper lip; be bad also a saucy 
blue eye, which looked fan and mischief at 
every pretty lass he met; a rollicking, free-and- 
easy sort of man, with a flavor of the camp 
about him, and that traveled-air and knowledge 
which, being much rarer in those days than in 
ours, was valued accordingly. When Captain 
John wooed, he wouldn’t come sulDg to his 
lady’s feet, nor tremble at her frown; not he ! 
His wooing would be after another fashion. 
When MifiB Travers tried the effect of the 
sweeping look upon 1dm, it hadn’t any effect fit 
ail. Captain John had a good deal of experi¬ 
ence, and he understood Miss Travers at once; 
understood her little arts and affectations; un¬ 
derstood even the bow of ribbon in her hair. 
He thought her very handsome, and he admired 
handsome women. He heard hy-and-hy that 
she was an heiress; in fact, a handsome heir¬ 
ess would suit him very well: but it didn't suit 
him to let Miss Travers gucs6 as much. He 
knew, the beet way to win a coquette, and he 
practiced indifference to a point which sorely 
tried his mother, and piqued Miss Travers into 
falling down right in love with him in lesB than 
a w*eek. Miss Travers, who had never done such 
a thing before, who hod been used to be wor¬ 
shipped, and flattered, afld sought after, to reign 
like a queen over her devoted subjects, now 
found herself an humble slave, ready to lay her 
heart at the feet of a man who apparently 
scorned the offering. 
If Miss Travers would walk, Captain John 
must needs ride; if Miss Travers spoke, Captain 
John seldom listened; jf she sang, he walked 
out of the room. He did not pay her even the 
ordinary courtesies due to a guest in his father’s 
house; and Miss Travers, her love growing 
more and more, the more careless and noncha¬ 
lant the captain showed himself, grew sad and 
pale, and wept herself to sleep every night with 
tears of vexation. 
Maurice Rushton, coming up to the Hall to 
bring a posy of forget-me-nots, which he had 
walked ten miles to find, because Miss Travers 
had wished for some, was received with pet ulant 
rudeness when he made his offering, which he 
did with ail the honest love ol his deluded heart 
shining in his eyes. Miss Travers took the gift 
scornfully. Captain John was present. 
“Oh!” she cried, laying the flowers down 
quickly, “they are wet; see, they have spoiled 
my glove! ” 
Maurice turned pale. “I —I sprinkled them 
with water to revive them a little,” he stam¬ 
mered. 
“My glove is ruined,” she repeated, angrily; 
“ and now they are lying on my silks! ” 
She rose, carried the offending flowers to the 
window, and laid them on the sill. 
Maurice was deeply wounded; his sensitive, 
timid love was outraged; and yet he did not 
blame 7tcr. Somehow, he felt that he had been 
awkward, thoughtless, and that she had reason 
to complain of him. It never struck him, for a 
moment, that she was cruelly unreasonable. He 
sat, in silent discomposure, whilst she poutlngly 
resumed her embroidery-work, and grew every 
moment more irritable because he did not go. 
Presently he arose. 
“Will you pardon my awkwardness?” ho 
said, bending over to whisper his humble words. 
What would Captain John think? lie was not 
so absorbed in his newspaper but that he must 
hear what was going on. She wished, oh, how 
she wished she had let the poor, simple fool 
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offered those first duys, and Low could Bhe fore¬ 
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whisper aloud with cold civility; she was horri¬ 
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that presence. 
“ Pray don’t trouble yourself about it, Mr. 
Rushton,” she said; “it was very good of you 
to bring the fiowers. I had never 6een real for¬ 
get-me-nots, and was curious to know what 
they were like out of a picture. It was my 
own fault that they spoilt my glove. Good 
morning.” 
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My 28, 39,17, 84,40,23, J was a king ofiThebes who 
solved the riddle of the sphinx. 
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Linncau School, Pa. Samuel D. Porter. 
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Answer to puzzle: 10 
leave, cheered by the active measures which they 
hoped would frustrate the evil. 
Miss Travers had a conscience; therefore we 
may hope she slept but little that night. 
The squire and the parson were not on the 
road so early as they had anticipated. All sorts 
of vexatious delays occurred to them. First of 
