Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
patiently the whims of the mother and the caprices 
of the daughter, the latter of which proved a most 
tyranical and exacting mistress. Tall, dignified and 
rather aristocratic in her bearing, was Adelaide 
Huntington. Handsome, too, and agreeable she 
was called by those who failed to see the treachery 
hidden in her large, dark eyes, or the constant effort 
she made to seem what she was not. To he noticed 
by those whose position in life was far above her own 
was her aim, and when the envied Alice Warren 
extended to her family an invitation to be present at 
her birth-day party, her delight was unbounded. 
“She should go, of course, and her father would go 
with her. She should have a new dress too,— her 
father would give her the money,—he cotdd, he must," 
and he did, sighing deeply as he placed it in her hand 
and thought from whom it came. The dress was 
purchased, and though ’twas only a handsome mus¬ 
lin it well became tile queenly form of the haughty 
Adelaide, who on that New S' ear's Eve, stood be¬ 
fore her father, seeking from him a word of eom- 
he did nut think she 
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Here is the little white rose of a room. 
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Nelly, grandfather's pet, 
With her wise little face,— 
I seem to hear her yet 
Singing about the place: 
But the crowds roll on. and the streets are drear. 
And the world .-eems hard with a bitter doom. 
And Nelly is singing elsewhere.—and here 
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An d her eyes of blue,— 
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And ran to my side with a living touch. 
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And it still lookedliving when she lay dead, 
And she used to plead for mothe^and me 
By the side of that very bed! 
I wonder, now, if she 
Knows I am standing here. 
Feeling, wherever she be, 
We hold the place so dear? 
It cannot he that she sleeps too sound. 
Still In her little nightgown dreet. 
Not to hear my footsteps sound 
In the room where she used to rest. 
I hat e felt hard fortune's stings, 
And battled in doubt and strife. 
And never thought much of things 
Beyond this human life: 
But I cannot think that my darling died 
Like great strong trim, with their prayers untrue— 
Nay 1 rather she sirs at God's own side, 
And sings as she used to do! 
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would overehAdow the diminutive Alice V” 
“ I don't see why there should be this difference 
between ns," she continued, ns her father made no 
answer. “ Here I must be poor all my life while she 
will be rich, unless Mr. Warren chances to fail-’ 
“ Which he will do ere three days are passed,” 
dropped involuntarily from the lips of Mr. Ht vr- 
INGTON. 
Then, with wild, startled look he grasped his 
daughter's arm, exclaiming, “Forget what I just 
said—breathe not a word of it to any one,, for 
Heaven knows I’d help it if I could. But ’tis too 
late,—too late.” 
'Twas in vain that Adelaide and her mother 
sought an explanation of these strange words. Mr. 
Huntington would make them no reply, and in al¬ 
most unbroken silence he accompanied life daughter 
to the house of Mr. Warren. 
Very kindly did Alice welcome the young girl, 
striving in various way- to relieve her -from the em¬ 
barrassment she would naturally feel at finding her¬ 
self among so many strangers. And Adelaide was 
ill at ease, for the spirit of jealous envy which had 
ever a home in her heart whispered to her of slight 
and ;nsult where none had been intended ; Whis¬ 
pered, too, that her uvmlw dress, which at home 
with her mother and Aunt Peggy to admire hud 
been so beautiful, was naught compared with the 
soil, flowing robes of Alice Warren, whose polite 
attentions she construed into a kind of patronizing 
pity exceedingly annoying to oue of her proud na¬ 
ture. Then, as she remembered her father’s words, 
I wonder what 
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she thought, “ Be may be equals yd, 
he mflfcut? I moan to ask him again, 
through the crowded apartments she came to the 
little ante-room, where all the evening her father 
had been Bitting,— a haui, dark look upon his face 
and his eyes bent on the floor, as if for him that 
festive scene possessed no interest. 
“ Father,” she said, but he made her no reply; he 
did not. even kuow that site was Standing at. his side. 
Far back through the “long ago” his thoughts 
I were straying,—back to the New Year's Eve when 
j penniless, friendless and alone he had come to the 
city, asking employment from oue whose hair was 
not then white as now,—whose eyes were not then 
• punched in darkness, but looked kindly down on 
him, as the wealthy merchant said, “ I will give you 
work so long as you do well.” 
Hugo Warren was older than William Hunt¬ 
ington by many years, and his station in life had 
ever been different, but far over the mouutaiu side 
the same Sabbath bell had once called them both to 
the house of God —the same tall tree op the river 
bank bore on its bark their names—the same blue 
sky had bent above their childhood’s home, and 
for this reason he had given him a helping hand, 
aiding him step by step until now he was the con¬ 
fidential clerk,—the one trusted above all others— 
for the helpless man when the darkness first came 
upon him had lain his hand on William’s head, 
saying, as he did so, “I trust you , William, with 
my all, and as you hope for Heaven, deal not falsely 
with the blind.” 
“ Deal not falsely with the blind !” How those 
word|, spoken seventeen years before, rang in Wil¬ 
liam Huntington's ears as he sat there, thinking of 
the past, until the great drops of perspiration gath¬ 
ered thickly around his lips and popped upon the 
floor. He had betrayed his trust,—nay, more, he 
had ruined the white-haired man who had beeu so 
kind to him, and ere three days were passed his sin 
would find him out. Heavy bank notes must be 
paid, and in his employer’s coffers there- was naught 
with which to pay them. The garni ding table had 
been his ruin. Gradually had he gone down, mean¬ 
ing always to replace what he had taken, and often¬ 
times doing so ; but fortune had deserted him at 
last, and rather than meet the rebuking glance of 
those sightless eyes, when the truth should all be 
known, he had resolved to go away. He had asked 
for a holiday on the morrow, and ere the first New 
Year’s sun was set, fie wquld be an outcast — a wan¬ 
derer ou the earth. Of all this, then, was he think¬ 
ing, when Adelaide eame to his side. 
The sound of her voice aroused him at last, aud 
starting up he. exclaimed, “It’s time we were at 
home. The atmosphere of these rooms is stifling. 
Get your things at once.” 
Rather unwillingly Adelaide obeyed, and ten 
minutes later she was saying good night to Alice 
and her mother, both of whom expressed their 
surprise that she should go so soon, as did also 
Mr. Warren. 
” I meant, to have talked with you more,’’ he said 
as he stood within the hall with Mr Huntington. 
who, grasping his hand, looked earnestly into the 
face which for all time to come would haunt him a- 
the lace of one whom he had greatly wronged. 
Another moment and he was gone, while on the 
hand he had just released there lay' a large, round 
ALICE AND ADELAIDE 
BY MRS. MARY J. HOLMES. 
Chapter I,—New Year’s Eve. 
In the parlors below all w as elegant, princely aud 
grand, Rare flowers, in vases rarer still, sent through 
the rooms a fragrant odor, bringing back as it were 
the summer glory which had faded in the autumn 
light, aud died ’neath the chill December’s breach. 
Fresco paintings gleamed from the ceiling, costly 
pie three, adorned the walls; carpets, which seemed 
to the eye like a mossy bed inlaid with roses, cov¬ 
ered the floors, while over all the gas light fell, 
making a scene of brilliant beauty such as was sel¬ 
dom witnessed in the staid city of-, where our 
story opens. * 
’Twas the night of Alice Warren's first presenta¬ 
tion to that portion of the world known everywhere 
as “fashionable society,” and now in her tasteful 
dressing-room above she stands before her mirror, 
bending low Her graceful head while her lady-mother 
places among her (lowing curls one more tiny bud, 
aud then pronouuces the toilet, complete- Very, very 
beautiful was Alice Warren, with her fair young 
face, her waving hair, and lustrous eyes Of blue, 
which hud looked on the suns of only sixteen sum¬ 
mers, and which notv shone with more than their 
wonted brightness, as, smoothing dowu the folds of 
her elegant lace dress., she glanced again at the mir¬ 
ror opposite, aud then turned towards her mother 
just as a movement in the hull without attracted the 
attention, of both. ’Twas a slow, uncertain foot¬ 
fall, and darting forward, Alice cried, “ 'Tis father,— 
come to see just how I look on this my sixteenth 
birth-night.” 
“ Not to see you, my child,” the doting father an¬ 
swered; and in the tones of his voice there was a 
wail of sorrow, as if the struggle of seventeen long 
years were not yet fully over. 
And well might HcgoWabren’s voice be tuned 
to a note of sadness —for to him the world was one 
dark, dreary night, and the gold so many coveted 
would have been freely given could he but once have 
looked upon the face of his only child, who, bound¬ 
ing to his side, parted the snow-white hair from oti 
his forehead, and laying his hand upon her head, 
asked him “ to feel if she were not beautiful.” 
Slowly — tenderly—caressingly the hand of him 
who could not see. moved over the shining hair, 
touched the glowing cheek, the snowy neck and 
rounded arms of the graceful little figure which 
stood before him, then dashing a tear away, the blind' 
man made her answer, “Yes, beautiful my Alice 
must be, if she is, as they tell me, like her mother,'' 
and the. sightless eyes turned instinctively towards 
the mother, wljo, coming to his side, replied, “Alice 
is like me as I was when last yon saw my face — but I 
have changed since then —there are lines of silver in 
my hair, and lines of time upon my face.” 
The blind man shook his head. The picture of the 
fond, girl-wife, who, in his hour of bitter agony, had 
whispered, in his ear, “I will be sun-light, moon¬ 
light, star-light,— everything to you, my husband,” 
had never changed to hint — for faithfully and well 
that promise had been kepi, and 'twas better far, 
perhaps, that he could not see the shadows on that 
face,—shadows which foretold a darker hour than 
any he had ever known,— an hour when the suu-light 
of her love would set forever. But no such fore¬ 
bodings were around him now. He held his wife and 
daughter both within his arms, and holding them 
there thus, he e’en forgot that he was blind. 
“Did you invite Adelaide'?” Alice asked at last, 
and Mr. Warren replied, “Yes, but 'tis doubtful 
whether she will come. She is very proud , her father 
says, and does not wish to put herself in a position 
to be slighted.” 
“Oh, father,” answered Alice, “Adelaide Hun¬ 
tington does not know me. 1 could not si ght her 
because she is comparatively poor, and if sh. 1 
I’ll treat her like a royal prineC-ss.” and cjTtr l LlCB 
Warren’s face there stole a tri^ deep flush as 
she thought how attentive; tfa W0lll(l be tQ the 
daughter of her father’s. confidential clerk ” 
Tiltel U'Gf, us dftlg tiad yag, 
Kingant simuc all oth yad, 
Pingpirt rilymer oualc. 
Lining ial ysu treali uwh nosg. 
Lew] I vole yarn s;m m twees 
Rattep, terpat. Ictili efte. 
Williamsport. Penn. 
Answer in two weeks. 
Emma 
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In the spring a brighter crimson comes upon the robin’s 
breast; 
In the spring the wanton lapwing takes himself another 
crest; 
In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnished dove; 
Jii the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts 
of love, 
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tional currency before you spend it. 
Answer to Illustrated Rebus in No. 1)37:—Shakspeare's 
King Lear is a specimen of his writing. 
eplied the gray-headed 
man in 
an abstracted way, without raising his eyes from the 
carpet. “I’ve noticed ,” he repeated, aud the sad em¬ 
phasis was more than the words. 
“Poor orphans,” continued, Mrs. Ford, looking 
from the window upon the children at their play; 
“a cruel wrong has made you such, has defrauded 
you of life's best gift,—; father and mother ." 
A little silence followed, when Mr. Ford said ; 
“I can see where we’ve missed it, when it’s too late. 
I can recollect when the right kiud of restraint 
might have saved him;—That was in his boyhood— 
but now he is ruined.” 
“ And not he alone, poor fellow,” said the mother. 
October • hurried by with her golden days.— 
November dawned stormily, but by the third week 
her skies were tranquil if not bright, which gave 
assurance of fair weather on Thanksgiving day. 
And this caused the children pleasure, though 
usually they didn’t trouble their young heads much 
about the weather, for the whole family had been 
invited to come down the river twenty miles and 
spend the day. Flora's motherly care feared the 
breeze from the river might “give grandma a stiff 
neck,” as it had sometimes done, so she had brought 
out her store of worsteds and was busily crotehet- 
ing a scarf to keep out the cold, aud look bright 
and cheerful besides, fche also discovered that 
grandpa’s muffler wanted another button, Willie’s 
overcoat a stitch in time, and that to complete her 
owu outfit a pair of gloves and a bottle of per¬ 
fumery were indispensable. 
“ I can t coax pa to go, no way; isn’t it too bad, 
too bad, grandma ?” 
Grandma was very busy overlooking her own 
wardrobe, aud Flora went on sorting her worsteds, 
cautioning Willie not to disturb a single shade, for 
they laid just as she wanted to use them ; and she 
looked so thoughtful one might have supposed the 
whole responsibility of the Journey was resting on 
her young shoulders. 
“I'm glad it aiut far from the landing hi aunt 
Susan’s, cos when we gel off - the steamboat we’ll 
be rirtd and hungry,” said Willie. 
• I’m glad if is , ft far, too, because there’ll be no 
danger of our getting left at night,” answered Flora, 
conscious of having"improved Willie’s grammar, 
Thanksgiving day came, and Mr. John accom¬ 
panied his parents and children to the boat. Re¬ 
turning home, he entered lb at fatal room where he 
had yielded to the tempter's influence. Toward 
dinner time, Margaret, the housekeeper, heard 
him pacing his chamber; afterward lie came down to 
the basement into the dinVng room, and stood look¬ 
ing from oue of the widows in an abstracted wav. 
“ Chirk UP a tfit Mr John,” said Margaret, 
blithely; 'Vil aaV e dinner ready shortly, with a 
plum pudding jest to your likiug. ’’ 
Gut ahu in she hurried, stepping lightly, casting 
anxious glances toward the wiudow where Mr. John 
continued to stand. Soou she heard Lira say in 
quiet, undecided tones— 
• Yes, 1 will—no, I’ll not to-day—yes, to-day as 
well as any time—why not'? The sooner the better 
— those, children; —but it must be, fori am ruined, 
ruined, lost!” 
And Marg aret’s heart almost stood still for a 
moment at Mr. John’s words. She stoed by the 
kitchen stove trying to collect her thoughts, when 
the souml of a pistol from Mr. John's chamber 
startled her. And before ten minutes had passed, 
the poor, self-murdered man was through gasping; 
men were hurrying up and down stairs; Margaret 
was trying to answer half a dozen interrogations at 
once, besides getting warm water and towels as the 
doctor had ordered, nil tire while saying in her heart, 
“ Woe’s the day, woe’s the day.” 
At evening the family returned. It was a sad 
scene—one of the saddest we meet with in life— 
.arents a»d young children weeping over 
the bcjdy or one they had loved so well. 
It wjas as a wanting to all, repeating most emphat¬ 
ically./ “Touch uut, taste not, handle not the intoxi- 
catii/g cup.” 
y THIS PORTION <A\ 1 
' IS SPRINC TEMPERED 
~cs\ 
AND PRODUCED BYA'.R 'o 
The pork butcher's song—' To Greece we give our 
shining blades." 
Without a liberal use of the rod it is impossible to 
make a boy smart. 
Ancient and modern Greece is known among classical 
students as whale-oil and petroleum. 
Some of the Chinese in California have silver watches 
so large that they use the outside to fry potatoes in. 
When a man speaks to a lump post and cautions it not 
to “bob round so,” it shows Thtit— the post is getting 
irregular in its habits and needs looking sifter. 
Dickens says there are very lew moment- in a man's 
existence when he experiences so much ludicrous dis¬ 
tress. or meets with so little charitable commiseration, us 
when he is in pursuit of his own hat. 
“Mikx why don't you fire at those ducks ? Boy. don't 
you see you have got the whole flock before your gun t" 
• I know I have, bui when I get good aim at one, two or 
three others will switu right tip betwixt him and me.” 
The following advertisement, appeured in the columns 
of a Western newspaper:— • Lost by a poor boy tied tip 
in a browu paper with a white string a German Ante iu an 
overcoat, and several other articles of wearing apparel.” 
" Wonderful things are done uow-a-days,' said Mr 
Timmins: "the doctor has given Flack's boy a new lip 
from his cheek.” “Ah !" 'aid his lady. “ many's t be time 
I have known a pair taken from mine." and no very painful 
operation either. ' 
Some fellow enamored of a young lady named Anna 
Bread dropped the following from his pocket—we expect: 
While belles their lovely graces spread, 
.Ami lop- around them flutter. 
I'll be couterft with Anna Bread, 
And won't have any bui her. 
We trust tlm kissatory organs of the hero of the follow 
ing arc in good condition;— Mr. John Junes, writing on 
the 27th alt., to liis “dear Bessy.” a pretty Connecticut 
girl, subscribed himself her “true lover.'John Jones, 
with 2.(JOO.Ooo,iXK),iiOU.OOO,Olki kissps!'’ If she was young 
and pretty, we should not mind being counted “iu" on 
the last 11X1,000 or so. 
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Four o'clock, and all is still ’around the house 
where but a few hours since mirth aud revelry 
were reigning. Flushed with excitement and the 
flattery her youthful beauty had calk n forth, AL1CE 
Warren had sought her pillow, and iu world 
of dreamland is living over .gain t , t - , g 
her sixteenth birth-day party./ ^ ^ dxa ^ too. 
h sleeping and m his a - h , uhv;iyg does? he 
>tts again e irrfj! . of t ,- uose loves, but he does 
not see t> „ .. , . , . „ 
.ne fetorm-cloud hovering near, nor vet the 
Cr0 - ( — * 
-aching figure which, across the way, is looking 
towards his window and bidding him farewell. 
Mr. Huntington had accompanied Adelaide to 
his door and then, making some trivial excuse, 
had gone from his home forever, leaving his wife 
to watch and wait as she had often done before. 
Slowly wuued the December night, and jus: as the 
mom was breaking—the morn of the bright New 
Year—a train sped on its way to the westward, 
bearing among its passengers one who fled from 
justice, leaving' to hi- wife and daughter grief and 
shame, while to the blind man there was left dark¬ 
ness, ruin and death.— [To be continued. 
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