deep sense of gratitude for the good fortune that 
bad thus far attended them, they looked forward 
to further cfloria in behalf of their conntry with a 
lively anticipation. It was hardly pos-siblc that 
throughout the future strife both should go un¬ 
scathed, and Hammond, looking more frequently 
than ever at the dry and brittle token he still 
cherished, thought fondly of the little lingers 
that once pressed It, and wondered if they would 
erer again he clasped Id his. 
Then came one of those bloody conflicts which 
tested so sorely the loyal ranks, and the reports 
of which fairly chilled us as they thrilled over 
the North-land. It was at Antietam, I think. 
The —th New' Hampshire Volunteers were in 
the thickest of it, and suffered fearfully. In a 
charge which the regiment participated in, to¬ 
wards evening—a headlong, hliud sortie, through 
a piece of wood— Hammond and Lange became 
separated, and after a retreat had been effected, 
the former was missing. Just ut twilight, while 
the battle was yet raging along another part of 
the line, Lange ventured again into the wood. 
He hoped to find his friend alive, and to be able 
to bring him in. Many a form with the soul 
gone out of it, he stumbled over in the shadows; 
and many a poor wounded fellow looked piti¬ 
fully up at him as be closely scanned the features 
of those lying around. His search was rewarded, 
finally. In a little hollow, by an old stump, 
Clyde lay, a bullet hole throngb his body, and 
the red current of life oozing out slowly. He 
could talk yet. 
“ I’m pretty near done for, old fellow,” he 
said, through a bit of a 6mile, “but I am glad 
you came. You can deliver a message I began 
to fear must always go ungiven. Ton remember 
the myrtle leaf, Lange V Well, there’s a little 
girl away up there among the granite hills, who 
gave It to me the night before I left home. 
She’s made the place more gladsome lor the old 
folks than it might have been, for she’s a merry- 
hearted body, and like a daughter to them. But 
6he’s not my sister, though my companion us 
such for a dozen years, and she wa6 to be my 
wife when I got back.” 
His voice trembled perceptibly, but be swal¬ 
lowed a draught from Lange’s canteen and con¬ 
tinued : 
2." That’s what the myrtle leaf meant to me; 
hut its over now, and 1 want you to put the leaf 
in a letter and send It to Nell, along with a few 
words just to let her and the others know that 
I’m not coming. You’ll do it, won’t you? you 
know where It should go.” 
Lange found the simple keepsake, where it 
had all along been carefully hidden, and at that 
moment Clide fainted entirely. Tiring near at 
hand compelled Lange to move back to his regi¬ 
ment, and with never a thought but that his 
friend was among the dead, he that evening 
wrote the promised message to the little girl up 
amoDg the mountains, and inclosed in it the 
myrtleleaf she had given when Ehe gave hertroth. 
THE BEST IS THE CHEAPEST! 
Each day when the glow of euneet 
Fades in the western sky. 
And the wee once, tired of playing, 
Go tripping lightly by, 
1 steal away from my husband, 
Asleep iu his easy chair, 
And watch from the open doorway 
Their faces fresh and fair. 
Alone in the dear old homestead 
That once was full of life, 
Ringing with girlish laughter. 
Echoing boyish strife, 
We two are waiting together; 
And oft, as the shadows come, 
With tremulous voice he calls mo, 
“It is night 1 are the children home? 
“ Yes, love!” I answer him gently, 
“ They’re all home long ago 
And I Bing, in my quavering treble, 
A song so soft and low, 
Till the old man drops to slumber, 
With his head upon his hand, 
And I tell to myself the number 
Home in the better land, 
• 
Home, where never a sorrow 
Shall dim their eyes with tears! 
Where the. smile of God is on them 
Through all the summer years! 
I know!—yet my arms are empty. 
That fondly folded seven, 
And the mother.heart within me 
Is almost starved for heaven. 
Sometimes, in the dusk of evening, 
I only shut my eyes, 
And the children are all about mo, 
A vision from the skies; 
The babes whose dimpled fingers 
Lost the way to my breast, 
And the beautifnl ones, the angels, 
Passed to the world of the blessed. 
With never a cloud upon them, 
I see their radiant brows; 
My boys ihat I gnve to freedom,— 
The red sword sealed their vows! 
In a tangled Southern forest, 
Twin brothers, bold and brave, 
They fell; and the flag they died for, 
Thank God! floats over their grave. 
A breath, and the vision is lifted 
Away on wings of light, 
And again we two are together, 
All alone in the night. 
They tell me his mind is failing, 
But I smile at idle fears; 
He is only back with the children, 
In the dear and peaceful years. 
And Btill as the summer sunset 
Fades away iu the west, 
And the wee ones tired of playing. 
Go trooping home to rest, 
My husband calls from his comer, 
“Say, Jove I have the children come?” 
And I answer, with eyes uplifted, 
“Yes, dear! they are all at home 1” 
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seringo-bnshes disappeared in strangely gro¬ 
tesque forms. Before the twilight settled over 
the new earth with an uncertain dimness, Ellen 
drew forth her myrtle leaf once more, and 
dreamed over, as she looked upon it, the brief 
happiness that gladdened her young life, 6eeing 
still, through the thin veil of her dream, the 
grave that she fancied would never be shut out 
from her sight. 
Morning dawned — Thanksgiving morning — 
calmly, clear and beautiful. Arrayed In its 
white robe the world seemed as pure as in the 
loDg-gone Eden-days. The hush of a holy si¬ 
lence was on the air—such a bush as might pre¬ 
lude the Lam Lro of all heaven's angels. It 
was a fit day for thank-offerings. 
Thanksgiving should be honored at the Ham¬ 
mond farm-house as it had been honored there 
for half a century. Less joyfully, perhaps,— 
there would be no merry gathering, no happy 
meeting of old and young, no laughing evening 
games—but. not the less sincerely honored. The 
outbreatbing of thankfulness in the old man’s 
prayer, after the morning meal, was no less fer¬ 
vent because of a tremor in the voice which 
uttered it. He could give thanks even amid 
his mourning. 
Throughout tbo forenoon Ellen busied her¬ 
self in preparing the Thanksgiving dinner. 
She took a sad kiod of pride in making it rich 
and generous, like the old-time ones whea they 
spread a more ample board, and feasted and 
made glad. Yet she thought sorrowingly of 
those, for they were the list. There would be 
no more. There might Ilf- something of glad¬ 
ness in the days to come, but they would not be 
like those gone by. 
The lout , her heart echoed, as the turkey, done 
to a delicious browD, was set upon the table. 
And as she thought of the myrtle leaf, she 
placed a fourth plate upon the board, and set a 
fourth chair by it. It was a euddeu fancy of 
hers, prompted, she hardly knew by wbat, and 
when, at that moment, some one rapped at the 
outer door, her foolish little heart gave a sudden 
leap that frightened her. 
"Have yon invited a guest?” the father 
queried, as she stepped to give admittance. 
She had no time for a reply. Not pausing for 
bidding to come, the visitor raised the latch, and 
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CHAPTER IL 
It was midsummer-time when the message 
reached its destination—midsummer amid the 
gray New Hampshire hills. There had been 
breathe from the sunny South which were wai ted 
even into the peaceful valley where the Ham¬ 
mond homestead was situated, and which had a 
taint of blood in them. But none of them had 
breathed upon the senses of the little home 
circle that now waited anxiously for new6 from 
their “boy iu blue.” He had been kept safely 
so long that they were beginning to think him 
proof against the dangers of war, but when 
news of the battle came and was not speedily 
followed by assurances of his welfare, they 
doubted. In the midst of their anxious doubt¬ 
ing and hoping, the message came. 
It was just such an one as came to many and 
many another home—just such an one as cut to 
thousands of other hearts—saving, perhaps, the 
leaf of myrtle. This sanctified, in a certaiu 
sense, the grief of Ellen Vane to herself. She 
had not known of his keeping it. He never had 
mentioned it in his letters, and she had almost 
forgotten the giving of it. How modi it had 
been to him—how much her memory had been 
to him—the little faded leaf eloquently told. 
As something sacred, therefore, she laid it aside. 
And as he had brought it forth often, to see the 
picture which it hid from all others, so she as 
often drew It from its receptacle, to read in it a 
sadder story than ever a young heart ought to 
know, and to see in it a sadder picture than 
ever loving eyes ought to behold. The dry leaf 
was to her a semblance of others of its kind, 
which she saw evermore running over a lonely 
grave. 
Midsummer died away in a smoky haze; the 
harvest moon came and went with its silver 
sheen; Autumn put on its many-colored robes 
of royalty and Tcigned in splendor. Over the 
H a m mond farm, meanwhile, the sunlight and 
moonlight seemed to shine dimly. Things were 
not as they used to be before the reading of that 
terrible message. Nell was 
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CHAPTER I. 
When Clyde Hammond enlisted in the —th 
Regiment of New Hampshire Volunteers, and 
said good-bye to the old home which nestled 
half hidden in the Androscoggin Valley, he 
carried with him something more than the 
memories which linked him so strongly to the 
old place and the aged pair remaining there. It 
was a simple little something, and possessed 
of very trifling meaning, one would think. 
Clyde thought differently. It was not a pic¬ 
ture, and yet it was a more beautiful one than 
artist ever painted, as he saw It. It was not a 
story, but a sweeter than it told to him never 
was listened to. It was merely a myrtle leaf—an 
evergreen token that he carried carefully next 
his heart all the way to the front, and which he 
guarded almost reverently through the memora¬ 
ble day6 that crept by after his regiment was 
assigned to actual duty. 
It was the best company he had, often. He 
fell into the habit of taking it from its resting 
place, when the camp Are gave out its flickering 
light and he fancied his com rades were asleep, or 
when alone on picket, and looking at the pretty 
picture it sketched for him, or listening to the 
whispered tale it breathed. But he concealed it 
from all other eyes. There was a touch of holi¬ 
ness about it, somehotv, and he felt that a curi¬ 
ous gaze w ould desecrate it. Once Lis messmate, 
Lieutenant Lange, came upon him suddenly, as 
he sat holding the fragile leaf by its stern, half 
lost in a dreamy reverie, and his abrupt “Why, 
what on earth is the man dreaming over?” 
caused Clyde to blush as rosy as did ever a 
young girl caught in reading her first love letter. 
He showed it to Lange, then; smiling furtively 
as the Lieutenant casually remarked — 
" Only a myrtle leaf, to me; but to you ” — 
Lange stopped there. He had no wish to 
appear curious or inquisitive, and knew, beside, 
that Clyde Hammond kept.his own secrets until 
sneli’titne as it pleased him to confide in others. 
They were friends —these two; friends in that 
degree known only to those who face death 
together almost daily. Each knew that there 
was manly stuff in the other,— that, whatever 
should come to him in the fortune of war, the 
other would be a true helper in so far as in 
him lay. 
Through several severe engagements they had 
battled bravely, and, when their first year of 
service was ended, had well earned the name of 
veterans. Hammond had been promoted from 
the ranks to a Lieutenantcy, which promotion 
pleased him no more than it did his friend 
Lange; and while in their hearts there was a 
Rochester, N, Y. g. b. h. 
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5^” Answer in three weeks. 
Her heart leaped again, and then 
stood still, and the daylight faded out of her 
sight for a moment ns Clyde Hammond folded 
her in his arms. 
“ I gave up the myrtle leaf, my darling, but I 
clung to life,” he whispered. 
And as he told his story of slow returning to 
consciousness from that death-swoon on the 
battle field—of the weary months in Southern 
hospitals—and of the sickening longings for 
home—there were tears in the eyes of parents 
and betrothed, and a Laux Leo in the heart of 
each; while the thank-offering that went up 
from the old hearthstone was the frankincense 
and myrrh of souls that had known bitter sor¬ 
row, hut were now filled with exceeding joy! 
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Answer to Anagram: 
'Twaa “faith and work,” that vexing question, 
They found not easy of digestion; 
While Dan alone for “faith ” contended, 
Jane equally “good works ” defended. 
Answer to Mathematical Problem11,00803. 
The correct answer to Illustrated Prize Rebus in 
No. 93$ of Hie Rural has been forwarded bv several 
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we should like to publish. We have space for but 
two. One friend, writing from Glendale, Ohio, says: 
"Theprize rebus iu your paper. No, 44, is a puzzler. 
I have studied ou it all day—till I have got a head¬ 
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Another Blend gives a poetical rendition, thus: 
“ Below the falls in a boat, 
Isaac and I came o’er; 
But appeared like mere specks 
To the man who was lame on the shore.” 
Which is an odd way of putting it, to say the least. 
Here is the answer:—” Water I sees and I screams." 
(Water ices and ice creams.) 
a merry-hearted 
body, as Clyde had said, but her merriment 
was not now as genuine as formerly. She saw 
the picture of that lonely mound, alas! loo 
often; and when a grave comes into a heart the 
laugh goes out. The old folks, whom she en¬ 
deavored to comfort, seldom spoke of their loss 
in her presence, but together they spoke of him 
who was slain with a fond tenderness, and of 
their lonely future with a shade of despondency 
lightened^only by the faith that it would soon 
be brighter “ over the river.” 
The dull, leaden days of November crept on 
apace. iThere was a chill in the hearts of 
Ellen Vane and those whom she knew as 
father and mother: there was a chill in the air 
around them. The snow came drifting silently 
down, at length. During all the weary day 
preceding Thanksgiving the feathery flakes 
floated^through the still atmosphere, while the 
fields^grew white, and the trees nodded to each 
other with new and spotless plumes, and the 
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List to these imaginative lines on the “Tail of 
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Drinking bis milk from Lis beautifnl enp. 
Gamboling around so fritky and free. 
First gnawing a bone, then biting a flea. 
Jumping, 
Ennning, 
After the pony; 
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