THE BEST IS THE CHEAPEST! 
pins js an old maid,” declared the Colonel, men¬ 
tally, "and she must have breakfasted off bro¬ 
ken glass and cambric needles. I wonder if tbe 
people at No. 171 -street will be any more 
uffable.” 
A pretty blue-eyed woman Id a torn wrapper 
and slippers down at tbe bee!, answered tbe 
door bell. 
‘‘Can 1 6ee this house?” meekly questioned 
Colonel Templar. 
“Could you call again in about an hour?” 
questioned tbe blue-tycd one. “My husband 
is out and we’ve been troubled with thieves and 
respectable looking agents who carried keys 
with them that—” 
“ Oh, I beg your pardon. Under the circum¬ 
stances 1 will not intrude," said Col. Templar, 
with a comic elevation of tbe eyebrows. “ Per¬ 
haps, however, you will be good enough to see 
that 1 leave the door-mat behind me, quite safe.” 
“It's well 1 didn’t let hirn come in,” was her 
mental comment. “ He looks as if he might be 
a little crazed.” 
While Col. Templar stroked his mustache 
and Jpondered dubiously within himself:’“I 
wonder if I do look like a rouge.” 
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THE PRESERVE CLOSET 
“Upon my word, this is about tbe coolest 
proceeding I ever kuew.” 
Colonel Templar sat in bis bachelor eanctnm 
where the rays of an April sunshine shone in 
lines of glittering gold among tbe Neapolitan 
violets in the window, and drove the little canary 
half wild with a silver-voiced delight — a sanc¬ 
tum crowded with a ii.iseellnueous confusion of 
meerschaums, iu different stages of color, dress¬ 
ing-gowns, cigar boxes, newspapers, and gor¬ 
geous velvet slippers—and contracted hl6 brows 
moodily over a letter, whose pink paper and 
delicate scent of foreign perfume betokened a 
troublesome lady correspondent, 
“Dear Sidney.” —Yes, I'm always “dear” 
when Bertha wants a disagreeable commission 
executed — what hypocrites women are to be 
sure—“an eligible house, somewhere, in some 
nice locality, it surely can be no trouble to en¬ 
gage one for us.” No trouble, quotha i that’s 
just a woman’s random idea! No trouble to 
rush from pillar to post house-hunting. "Where's 
the indemnity of bachelorhood I’d like to know ? 
I might as well be a married man in good earn¬ 
est, if I’m to be saddled with all the responsi¬ 
bility of the thing. I won’t be Imposed upon— 
I’ll write Vo Bertha at once and tell her-” 
Colonel Templar gave his jet black mustache 
a savage jerk and pulled his writing desk reso¬ 
lutely forward. Then a softer mood seemed to 
draw athwart his mind—he hesitated, biting the 
handle of his pen meditatively. 
“ Poor little Bertha — she always was my pet 
cousin, and I suppose It is rather inconvenient 
for her to come all the way here to look for a 
house —and her husband will be in India till the 
middle of May, and well — the upshot of tbe 
whole matter is that I’m doomed to victimize 
myself, and the sooner it’s over the better. 
Deigho! where’s the newspaper? I’ll just look 
over the ‘ To Lets’ first and then I'll go to the 
estate, agencies.” 
The sun was peeping from behind masses of 
flying clouds, like a shy beauty who alternately 
smiles and hides her face—the air was full of 
faint spring odors, even in this briek-and-mortar 
wildernese, when Colonel Sindey Templar sallied 
forth, armed and equipped with various refers 
directions and addresses, to engage in the 
Little Vanderbilt— “Tel yer what, Bobby, your ’oss can’t go as fast as mine, and I could 
have had your'n if I’d wanted it. You daresD t race — come now.” 
Little Bonnes— “My ma wont let me race yer, but I know my 'oss can beat your’n for 
ting her little white teeth together like belliger¬ 
ent pear’s, as the two gentlemen came into the 
kitcaen, and she heard tbelr voices discussing 
the relative mc-rita of Etoves and ranges. 
“By the way.” said Herbert- suddenly, “I 
believe there are some nice closets down here, 
at least Marion says so, and—hallo ! the door 
seems to stick!” 
He gave it a jerk. Marion’B two bands held 
resolutely on the door-knob on the other side. 
Another resolute pull fnU of well directed ener¬ 
gy, and tbe two little hands 6uccnmbed. 
The door flew open. 
Bertie staggered back into the middle of the 
room, aud Marion stood there among the pre- 
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serves, woefully confused, yet laughing withal, 
like a marvelously pretty mouse in anew species 
of trap. 
“Oh, Bertie, Bertie, 1-” 
She stopped suddenly as her 6hj glance met 
the eyes of the tall stranger. She stopped in 
the middle of the Door, checked in her Instinct 
of flight by some still stronger instinct, and 
blushing like a pink moss-rose down to the very 
tip* of tier tapery floury fingers that were so 
tightly interlaced, whilq the blue eyes, half hid¬ 
den by their white Hotel were full of sparkling 
tears, and the mouth inis breaking into a tu¬ 
multuous smile; for Marion did not know 
whether she most wanted to cry or laugh. 
“Sidney, oh, Sidney!” 
He bowed gravely. ’ 
“Until you introduce me to your husband, 
Marion, I scarcely know by what name to ad¬ 
dress you.” 
“My husband?” repeated Marion, following 
the direction of Sidney Templur’6 eye. "Ob, 
you mean Bertie! But he isn’t my husband; 
he’s my brother! Herbert, this is Colonel Tem¬ 
plar who fought so bravely." 
Marion's face lighted up as she spoke; she 
had forgotten all about tbe preserve closet and 
the bib apron now. 
“Colonel Templar, I’m glad to shake hands 
with you,” said straightforward Bertie. “Ma¬ 
rion has talked about you many and many a 
time —ay, and cried, too, when’she talked" of 
you.” 
“ Bertie.” 
Now 6be colored indeed; deep, deep, crimson 
like the red heart of the pomegranate blossom 
open under tropical skies. 
“ But your husband, Marion f” 
Bertie Caryl broke into a genial laugh. 
“ What fellows you soldiers are for sticking to 
one idea. Onr Marion isn’t married !” 
“ Not marric-d ? Oh, Marion!” 
He took her hand and looked wistfully in to 
her eyes. 
“Marion, we were very foolish once, but I 
think we are both wiser now.” 
She did not raise her long la6bee, and he 
went on. 
“ Ent, Mafion, the crippled war-worn soldier 
dare not ask the question that the lover would 
Lave, pleaded so earnestly once.” 
She looked up now with tears lying brightly 
od her flushed cheek. 
“Then 1 will ask it. Sidney, do you care for 
me still ?” 
“Do I care for Heaven’s sunshine? Do I care 
for tbe blessed life that beata within my own 
heart? Oh, Marion—mine, mine forever.” 
As he murmured the tender words close into 
her ear, Herbert Caryl, who hud been abstract¬ 
edly Bpinning the rolling-pin round, brought it 
down on the snowy piue table with a bang, 
“Jhaveitl Fifty pounds a year!” 
“What is fifty pounds a year?” questioned 
his brilliant sister. 
“ Why, the rent to be sore.” 
“ Never mind the rent ju6t now, Mr. Caryl,” 
Fairport, N. Y. g. p. w. 
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New-Yokkee for li?G3,— or for one year from Oct. 3, 
1867, if preferred. 
tST~ Answer rn three weeks. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
1 am composed of 22 letters. 
My 19, 22, 2, 8,9 is a town in New York 
My 2,1, 8.18 is & river in the United States. 
My C, 8,21. 20,19, 7 Is a Enropean isle. 
My 18, 4,10, il, 14,19 is a town in Maine. 
My 17, 2 is a river in Enrope. 
My ID, 16, 4,12,19,14 is a county in Minnesota. 
My C, 8,17,10,18, 8 is s town in Indiana. 
My whole is a well known Proverb. 
Sodne, N. Y. Heram Alden 
&3’ r " Answers in two weeks. 
ences, 
momentous business of house-hunting. 
He was uot a handsome man—yet yon w .tuld 
have turned involuntarily to look after him as 
he sauntered by, attracted by the deep smoth¬ 
ered fire of his eyes, aud the firm outline of his 
lips. No, Colonel Templar was uot handsome, 
but he was what the ladies term “ Interesting.” 
Moreover he carried au empty sleeve where tbe 
left ann should have been — an everlasting me¬ 
morial of the red battle-clouds. 
“ It seems odd enough for me to go house¬ 
hunting,” mused Templar, as he strolled onward 
through the dusty streets. “For me tbe soli¬ 
tary, homeless recluse of one-apd-thirty years 
old. Four years ago Ihinge appeared differently 
to me — four years ago I might have dreamed of 
a home of my own with Marion Caryl’s bright 
eyes to light up its hearthstone! Ah, me! this 
Is a world of change! A cureless word—a little 
misunderstanding — and here I am a crippled 
old soldier, while Marion is probably the sun¬ 
shine of some other man’s life. Hold on — I 
am getting maudlin and romantic — eh, Sidney 
Templar ? This will never do, old fellow.” 
The Colonel gave his heavy black locks a 
backward toss, as if impatient at bis own folly, 
and vigorously directed bis attention to the list 
of eligible residences, in his pocket-book. 
“No. 40 - street; here’s the very place. 
Want’s painting badly on the outside, but may 
present a more promising appearance within. 
At all events we'll try.” 
He rang the bell, aud after a brief skirmish of 
servants in the hall, a faded lady, in dyed silk, 
and huir in crimping pins, appeared. 
“Is this house to let, madam?” inquired our 
Colonel, deferentially. 
“ Well, yes, it’s to be let, but you can’t see 
it now!” 
“Can’t see it now?” 
“ No,” snarled the lady, vindictively. “ Hours 
are between two and four.” 
“I’m quite sure]the female in the crimping 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
AN ANAGRAM. 
I vp.iv n an ihiuiuu vmjj, nnu but) urigm gOluen 
ringlets floating away from her fair, bine-veined 
temples, and the rose-moutb ready 1o break Into 
smiles that were answered by the dewy sparkle 
of her eyes. 
“ Morion Caryl!” he repeated vaguely to him¬ 
self, “And this is Marion’s house, and Mari¬ 
on’s husband is leading me. through the rooms. 
How dreamlike it seems.” 
“ I’m afraid you’re tired,” said honest Bertie, 
looking compfiseiouately at Sidney’s ashen pale 
face, and wondering that he had uot before no¬ 
ticed how colorless he was. 
“ A little tired,” stammered Colonel Templar, 
feeling tbe hot blood rush to his brow once 
more. “But no matter, don’t let me detain 
yon. 1 believe yon said the rent was—” 
“ I haven’t.the least idea. I believe it is either 
one hundred or eighty, or perhaps sixty. I 
kuow we paid fifty, but tbe landlord is going to 
raise it, and Marion and I are thinking of a far- 
Rethaf ; nwhe I alshl meoc ot teeh mose yda 
Ginrbngi ym veeaehs, 
Twil houtkool now d no em dan ysa— 
TnoDigb nbt vselae 1 
I nowk hety ear ont chom, my losn sepdaris, 
Dan listen vieegre; 
Ot dinf magno teh hewra os nyam rates, 
Onduq ni ym shavese. 
Boneoye, N, Y. Ltjceha 
E3T“ Answer in two weeks. 
POETICAL ENIGMA, 
There is a word of plural nnmber, 
A foe to peace and human slamber. 
Now. any word yon chance to take 
By adding S you plural make; 
But If you add an S to this. 
How strange the metamorphosis! 
Plural is plural then no more, 
And sweet what bitter was before. 
Answer in two weeks. 
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saidColonel Templar, langhinggoodhumorcdly. 
“Oh, bntitreallyiB fifty pounds a year,” said 
Herbert, solemnly; “and — why, look here! 
what is this about?” 
For Marion had led Colonel Templar up to 
him, and was smiling even while the tears hung 
on her wet eyelashes. 
“ Will you love him very much, Bertie? For 
I think he is going to be your own brother.” 
“Exactly like the lost chapter in rny novel,” 
said Caryl, sagely. “Shake hands, Colonel. 
And now, Marion, yon lake care of him, for 
most of my writing w shockingly behind. ” 
So it happened upon that sunshiny April day 
that Colonel Sidney Templar engaged pot only 
a house for Ms cousin Bertha, but a wife for 
hiin&ell 
“ We’ll take down the bill, Bertie,” said Ma¬ 
rion, demurely, “ because Colonel Templar likes 
the bouse, and—aud I don’t exactly think show¬ 
ing rooms is your forte.” 
“Don’t you?” retorted Herbert. “Now, only 
suppose Colonel Templar had gone away with¬ 
out seeing what a very convenient closet that 
was where the preserves are kept.” 
Marion made him no answer. 
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