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“Do not grieve, darling,” she whispered, as 
Kitty’s tears rained down upon her faoe and 
hands, while she straggled in vain to suppress them. 
“Do not grieve, darling; it is better so. If you 
knew all you would not mourn. I will tell you 
some day. I shall never leave you again, Kitty. I 
have come back to die with you ! ” 
“Oh, please do not talk so! Ntea*c s don’t! 0! 
my poor, poor Alice ! ” moaned Kitty as she 
kissed again and again the parched lips and burning 
cheeks. “You will be better soon; indeed you 
will! ” she sobbed. 
“Yes, in Heaven, I trust, darling!” answered 
Alice, while a radiant smile stole over her lovely faee. 
“I wish to tell you of my life, dear,” she said, a 
few days later; now, while I have strength. Elise 
will raise me so that 1 can talk better. Now leave 
us alone for a half hour, Elise. It is not much 
that 1 have to tell, durling; only of a life misspent 
and a new-born hope in Heaven. I have been mar¬ 
ried, Kitty! Yes, married, and wrecked the happi¬ 
ness of one of the noblest of Don’s creatures. I 
loved the man I married, or thought I did; but 
pride and ambition were paramount in my nature. 
My mother and father were unhappily mated and 
passed very little time together, while I divided my 
own between them. I was traveling in Europe 
when I first met my husband, and married him there. 
Brother M ,vkk and my father were with me, and both 
sanctioned the uuion. When my mother discovered 
what had been done she was very bitter against me, 
and never forgave my father for allowing me to 
marry the one I did, who was poor, though noble 
and gifted. Then she took me away, telling him I 
had never loved him, and 1 sanctioned the cruel act, 
and listened with satisfaction to the glowing visions 
and bright dreams which she pictured in my future. 
I was very young, darling, and that is my only ex¬ 
cuse; but oh, the remorse and bitter regret which 
have followed me everywhere. That was live years 
ago. Kitty, 1 am dying now and trust God has for¬ 
given me the one great error of my lifetime! You 
have a little bracelet of pearls, Kitty. I saw it the 
other day lying in its open casket, and recognized 
the workmanship; besides, there is a face hidden 
away, somewhere, in the little clasp which opens 
it; did you know it, darlingV” 
“No! no!” sobbed Kitty. 
“But there is,, darling; bring it here and I will 
show you.” 
Kitty obeyed mechanically, and with a face 
almost as white as the pure pearls she held. 
“There, take it, darling,” said Alice, touching 
the secret spring, “and look upon the face of—my 
husband!” 
“ Oh, no ! It caunot be !” gasped Kitty ; this is 
the face—of—A rtuuk—Somers !” 
“ Author Somers was my husband,” answered 
Alice, very calmly. “Come, now, and take my 
hand,” she added tenderly, “for I love you better 
than ever, now that I know he has been here and 
loved you, too.” 
11 Indeed, he never told me sc,” interrupted Kitty, 
hysterically. 
“No, dear, he was not free to do that.: but lie hax 
loved you, I’m sure. This little string of pearls is 
my evidence. He gave me this on our bridal morn¬ 
ing. It was his only gift, but I cruelly returned it 
to him, lie will come again sometime, Kitty ; and 
you will be very happy together. Give him this 
little token, then, in memory of my deep repent¬ 
ance. And hi re, Kitty, take this cluster of dia¬ 
monds, and wear it first on your bridal day,” she 
said, drawing a heavy guard and rich cluster ring 
from her transparent linger. ** These poor lingers 
need no ornament,” she added, looking with a bright 
smile into Kitty’s tear-stained face. I have ar¬ 
ranged everything with Mark, who will be alone 
when I am gone. God must have directed us to 
you, darling, for we have not a relative in the great 
world. Comfort my poor brother, Kitty, and be to 
Arthur Somers what I should haw been /” 
Poor Kitty was sobbing convulsively, but there 
was a subdued light in the dark eyes of Alice, 
which were raised heavenward. 
The destroyer did his work well and quickly, and 
one week from that time Alice Somers was borne 
away to her silent home. The maid was sent back 
to New York, but Mark remained during the sum¬ 
mer months, loth to leave tho spot where rested the 
remains of the last of his kindred. Before leaving 
he placed in the hands of Kitty a sealed envelope, 
upon which was written—“To be opened the first 
day of the New Year.” 
It came at last—that New Year’s morning—and 
dawned upon the world bright and beautiful. Kitty 
had felt uncommonly sad ; why, she eoUld scarcely 
tell, but there was an undefined something which 
haunted her like a shadow. She had been thinking 
of Arthur Somers, and wondering if he would e.er 
come back again, How she pitied him, now that 
she knew the great sorrow of his life. Then she 
thought tenderly of the dead,—the erring but peni¬ 
tent Alice, — and at last remembered the little 
package which Mark Farmiam had given her, and 
which was to be opened that day. She went to her 
bureau, removed and opened the envelope, and, 
while her thoughts were far away with tno living 
and the dead, she drew forth to her bewildered 
vision a check on the bank at R - for ten thousand 
dollars! Accompanying it were a few words from 
Mark:—“I t was her last request ; accept it, Kitty, 
in memory of the dead!” She was for a moment 
stunned, bewildered, then overcome with emotion, 
as the tide of feeling swept, like an avalanche, 
through her soul. Her first thoughts were of her 
father. Now he should no longer struggle on upon 
the little farm where ’lie had toiled ever since she 
could remember, but he should rest from his labors, 
and his future years be its peaceful and happy as her 
great love could make them. Then her thoughts 
reverted to her dear friend who had been so mindful 
of her comfort even in her dying moments, and tears 
of gratitude were intermingled with those of joy. 
By and by Guy Martin came iu, and when Kim, 
between her sobs and kisses, had told him all, the 
big sobs rose up and choked him, too; but he swal¬ 
lowed them back and only said, “Just like their 
father—those two 1 Just like their father!” 
Now Kitty Martin did not keep “open house 
that New Year’s day—yet she seemed fated, never¬ 
theless, for by and by another mysterious looking 
envelope made its way into her bands, and inside it 
read—“ May I come to yon, darling '! Do not -peak 
it if I may corue—onlv, if I may, send by the bear¬ 
er of this the little bunch of pearls for my answer.” 
Ah, Kitty! the shadows which have been so long 
in dispersing are all gone now. In your soul is a 
great light, like a halo of glory, and on your lips 
are unuttei'ed thanksgivings'. 
Arthur. Somers did come, and when the buds 
were just bursting into beauty, and the earth put¬ 
ting on her green mantle again, there was a very 
(Till* UnufTi's i?uzzlf» 
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BY HOWE HENNING 
Thus is it over all the earth! 
That which we call the fairest, 
And prize for its surpassing worth 
Is always rarest, 
Iron is heaped in mountain piles, 
And gluts the laggard forges; 
But gold-flakes gleam in dim defiles, 
And lonely gorges. 
The snowy marble flecks the land 
With heaped and rounded ledges, 
But diamonds hide beneath the sand 
Their Marry edges. 
The finny armies clog the urine 
That sweeps the lazy river. 
But pearls come singly from the brine, 
With tho pale diver. 
God gives no value onto men 
Unmatched by meed of labor; 
And Cost of Worth has ever been 
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I received a letter one day closing with the very 
characteristic passage, “ I intend to be married on 
October sixth, and of course shall need your kind 
attentions, Anna, dear. Don’t fail to come. The 
gentleman is Ralph Otis, a banker of S-. ” 
I folded the sheet and wondered if, had “some¬ 
body” and I named a day only six weeks distant, I 
should have buried his name under font pages of 
“Eece Homo” and ecstacy over the new “German 
author.” But that was just Hester Victor, and 
no more was to be said. Of course I went, and 
found every one husy and eager, except the bride ex¬ 
pectant,— she was cool and calm as a dewy rose-bud. 
“And now. Hester,” I said the first moment I 
could get her alone, “who is this Mr. Ralph Otis, 
and where did you meet him, and all about it ? ” 
“Put in your usual lucid manner, Pet,” was the 
reply. “ He is the sou of a friend of papa’s, who is 
very much pleased with the match.” 
“Wonder whose brains do the wandering now,” 
said I.” “ Is it papa or Mr. Ralph that is so pleased?” 
“Oh. both, cif course; and indeed, Ralph is a line 
fellow, thinks a great deal of his business, and I have 
no doubt will give me a very pleasant home.” 
I looked at her with the old thought—just like 
Hester, and, do you know, there are some to whom 
no other words can so fitly apply us these; persons 
whose individuality pricks out, as it were, and makes 
itself felt on every one around. And no one could 
be more quickly conscious of this than a company of 
school girls, among whom Hester and I had been 
numbered. 
So having no more to -ay I waited to see, and when 
Mr. Otis came I liked him exceedingly. He was a 
pleasant, sensible gentleman, well informed but with 
do affectation, and evidently very much in love with 
his brilliant affianced; and I, whose school girl ad¬ 
miration of tier was revived in all its first intensity, 
could not wonder, only kept saying in my heart 
“who can be worthy?” 
And so the days went by, and one October morn 
the footsteps of a bride passed out among the rust¬ 
ling leaves, and the new life which we pray may 
garner no withered hopes opened for her. 
Two years went by and again I opened a letter in 
the familiar but not frequent hand. The words were 
few, but most pressing in their invitation for an im¬ 
mediate visit. “Barkis was willin’,” and J went; 
and in Hester's sunny morning room with our work 
in hand heard the story as I give it you. 
“ Y ou know, Anna, that J was not a demonstrative 
bride. 1 was proud of myself, of the intellect that I 
had unconsciously made mygod. Ralph Otis occu¬ 
pied a position in society that I desired, but beyond 
that I think I looked down upon him. Not that I 
then expressed it thus; but Unit most subtle of .all 
worship, my own mind, was mine. For a little while 
1 consented to enter society and t.o make home pleas¬ 
ant, but gradually 1 withdrew more and more, and in 
the solitude of my own room with my beloved pen 
made my life, until upon our marriage anniversary 
my husband had learned too well that the door once 
closed upon me, he was shut out not only from my 
presence but my thoughts. 
“But did he never remonstrate?” I interrupted. 
“At first rarely, but my imperious answers soon 
silenced him. Of the next year, Anna, I can scarcely 
bear to speak. I went to my meals or not as the mood 
took me. I neglected all household care to my 
servants and grew so utterly‘cafeless in my own ap¬ 
pearance, that aft' r one trial of bringing home, unan¬ 
nounced, a friend to dinner, Ralph never repeated 
the experiment. I do not think lie was proud of my 
ink stains and ruffled hair. 
Once in a while I condescended to make of myself 
society, and in the bright light of Ralph’s eyes I 
read there that rny power over him was not lost, I 
imagined that it was only my love of power that was 
gratified. 1 know now it was the throbbing of a 
buried, not. dead love, in my own heart. To some, 
Anna, come resurrections in this life. My awaken¬ 
ing was ou the second anniversary of our marriage. 
I did remember the day, but had not the grace to 
speak of it, though Ralph was looking tired and 
disheartened, and ray true wifely duty should have 
prompted me to lighten the cloud. 
In inv own room I set myself to my pen-labor, hut 
not with my usual vigor. Tile day was dull and low¬ 
ering and the clouds shadowed my own spirit heavily 
and thick Ralph came in to dinner, and again to 
tea, but I took mine alone in my own room. 
The early twilight found me still there with the 
unrecognized crying of my own heart, but I said 
only, * It is the unsatisfied mind that meets here no 
’answer.’ It was not often that visitors interrupted 
us, and I plainly heard the. footsteps and the ring 
that announced one, aud then the voice of a man I 
had never liked, whose face was one to which a child 
would never trust. He was shown into the adjoin¬ 
ing parlor, and I could not help hut hear— Anna, I 
thank Gon every day that I did hear: — 
( Ah! Mr. Otis, moping in the dark; where is that 
wife the poets sing sits by the hearth ? Pretty met¬ 
aphor, isn’t it? ’Tie a metaphor in my ease, you 
know,— suppose some one is waiting for me some¬ 
where. But I just called iu to invite you over to 
Cassock’s with me; nice, bright rooms; plenty of 
good company; cheer up a man.’ 
I waited the answer with that heart that I had 
thought in such good subjection entirely out of 
place; for Cassock’s was a noted drinking and 
gambling house, whose threshold my husband had 
never crossed. 
‘ I will go,’ Ralph spake, with a tone in his voice 
that was the birth of tile silent, gloomy hour. 'Wait 
until I write a business letter to drop in the post. 
There is the evening paper; excuse me meantime.’ 
‘Certainly sir; wait any time for you.’ 
Of course he would, the wretch. 1 waited until 
1 heard Ralph enter his chamber and then silently 
sped to mine. It was not the work of many minutes 
to array myself in my most becoming dress, and just 
as Ralph was turning for his overcoat I entered the 
parlor with the light of excitement, perhaps my 
heart lit it, Anna, in tny eye. 
1 Wlnit, going out, Ralph • I fear yon forget it is the 
anniversary of our wed dine, and your place is home.’ 
1 bowed the tempter out in my best style, and went 
back to the fire-ide and to Ralph, and the strange 
throbbings of ny heart were stilled. 
That night I came back to my true woman life, 
and since Ralpe has told me that he had grown des¬ 
perate enough :o care for nothing. I have deter¬ 
mined that the only skeleton in our house so far as 
my love cbuld prevent, or my hands stay, should he 
a memory, a sh leton uow clothed and iu its right 
mind.” 
Hester’s voice ceased, and as I looked upon her 
face in the flickering sunlight and shadows of the 
leaves, it had never looked so beautiful, for it spake 
of a mind and heart alike at rest. 
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THE BRACELET OF PEARLS 
BY MRS. WILKINSON. 
CHAPTER SECOND. 
[Concluded from page 12, of oar last number.] 
“ Pardon me, Miss Martin,” he said, “ for not 
making known to yon t hat I should not come unat¬ 
tended ; but when I last wrote, annonneiug rny 
arrival, my sister hud supposed herself unable to 
accompany me further than New York.” 
“Your apology is uncalled for, my dear Mark,” 
interrupted Guy Martin, taking his hand and press¬ 
ing it warmly. “ My daughter sadly needs a com¬ 
panion, and your sister’s looks would iudicate that 
she needed rest and quiet.” 
“My sister is almost a confirmed invalid, sir,” 
said Mark, casting an anxious glance across the 
room where Kitty was assisting the young lady in 
removing her rich wrappings. 
“ Then your father must have married agaiu f” 
“ Yes, sir: Alice is my half-sister, and her mother 
died since our father.” 
“ Strange that I never knew it I” mused Guv 
Martin ; “ and yet. I have kept very little trace of 
him since I met you both in New York some ten 
years ago.” 
“His second was an uufortnnatc union, sir; and 
he seldom alluded to it.” 
“This, then, accounts in a measure for my igno¬ 
rance. But tell me all about him, Mark; all about 
my old friend .Ralph Fahnham. The slightest inci¬ 
dent of his life will interest me, for J loved him 
with more than a brother’s love.” 
While Mark was recounting the incidents con¬ 
nected with the last years of his lather’s life, Alice 
was reclining upon a small couch in Kitty’s room, 
watching hergraceful movements as she went about 
beating up j til lows, and arranging all for her comfort. 
“ Now, Miss Faknijam,” she said, “ you look so 
weary you had better lie down and rest while dinner 
is preparing, had you not ?” 
“ Thank you, dear, I will. I am weary, and I find 
this hacking cough very troublesome.” 
“ Have you coughed long, Miss Farnham ?” 
“Not very long. Please call me Alice, won’t, 
you, Kittv, dear?” 
“To be sure J will, if you desire it,” and Kitty 
bent and pressed her first kiss npou the fevered 
lips. “Now try and rest, won’t you?— and when 
dinner is all ready I will come for you, and after 
that we will unpack your trunks and get out some¬ 
thing loose and comfortable for you to wear, for you 
will need to dress but very little here in the country, 
yon know.” 
“ Thank you, dear! I should have brought my 
maid, Elise; but brother Mark feared so many 
might prove troublesome to you.” 
“We are never troubled with our friends, but I 
will be your maid while you stay,” whispered Kitty, 
aud gliding away, felt happier t han she had done for 
many weeks. 
There were no festivities at the old homestead on 
the. day following—only one of Kitty’s splendid din¬ 
ners, comprising a “bill of fare,” of which an epicure 
might have been proud, and which received due 
justice from all, even the fair invalid herself. 
It was astonishing to mark the rapid and almost 
instantaneous growth of affection which sprung 
np in the breasts of these two girls, so utterly un¬ 
like, and between whom the iron bars of society 
had placed an almost impassable gulf of separation. 
Alice Farnham, the daughter of a millionaire, tall, 
queenly, beautiful and gifted in the extreme, with 
the majesty of a goddess, — little Kitty Martin, 
sweet, loveable, good, and pure ;ts the angels, yet 
lacking those supreme endowments which made her 
companion one of the world’s envied ones. Iu short, 
Alice Farnham was a woman to be idealized in song, 
and worshiped for a season; but Kitty Martin 
one to be reverenced and loved to the end of time. 
Tbe two weeks’ stay of the Farnham’s passed by 
on golden wings to Kitt y ; and the visit was over 
all too soon, How lonely she should be without 
Alice, she thought; while Alice declared that her 
visit had been more beneficial than all the medicine 
in the world; and it was with a promise that if she 
were no better she would spend the summer months 
at the farm-house, that they parted. 
Then the time wore slowly on again, and Guy 
Martin declared that it was just as he bad predicted, 
after all —only that Kitty had made a mistake and 
fallen in love with Alice instead of her brother; 
while Kitty, who more than ever sighed for com¬ 
panionship, bailed with delight the first approach of 
spring. How she watched the bursting buds, as the 
snow wreaths melted away in the sunlight, and 
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showing that we are wiser to-day than yesterday. 
he added, 
