wos fiery, impnsBioned, will) a wild tempestuous; 
rush of emotion; eomtimes it was gloomjraml despair¬ 
ing; sometimes sad and tender; yet always the last 
thing wfts the dreamy nocturne in B, which I had 
heard on the first evening. 
During the summer months events took place in 
England which made it necessary that I ehonld go to 
that country in the early antumn. I did so, but 
remained in Great Britain only twenty days: and, 
having transacted the business which had called me 
from Switzerland, made all my arrangements for 
returning to Berne and my idle artist-.life there. 
The evening before rny departure for the Conti¬ 
nent I had retired at an early hour, and had 6Ufibred 
much from an unaccountable uneasiness and restless¬ 
ness, and a strange depression of spirits which drove 
sleep from my eyes. 1 had at last, however, fallen 
into a heavy lethargic doze, when suddenly 1 was, as 
it seemed, wide awake andlistening intently. Above, 
around and about me, I heard that well remembered 
nocturne - in B. Twice did the- ( therial harp-iike har- 
moDy lloat and vibrate through the apartment, and 
then, with that long-climbing arpq/gto with which 
the nocturne opens, the music melted away. 
Gloomy forebodings and presentiments filled my 
soul. I felt.—I know not why—that some horrible 
calamity had befallen the girl-artist. The next 
morning 1 was on my way to Switzerland. 
On my arrival in Berne I made inquiries about 
her, and learned that on the very night when l^had 
heard the weird mysterious music she had fallen iiito 
the Aar, and bad been swept away in its rapid cur¬ 
rent. After playing as usual at twilight, she had 
gone out for a walk upon the banks of the river, fal¬ 
len into the rushing torrent, and been drowned 
before any assistance could reach her. The body 
was recovered on the following day and buried in 
the rural cemetery near the town. All these facts I 
learned from the garrulous old cobhlerwho occupied 
the house adjoining that in which poor Constance 
had lived with her aged parents. 
I left Berne the next day, and have never revisited 
that city. And, although many years have elapsed 
since the occurrence of the sad event which I have 
related, I never play that nocturne without thinking 
of poor Constance and of those summer evenings in 
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competence sufficient to support, tis genteelly,—they 
don’t suspect how late wc sit up nights, sewing, to 
make things meet. Mercy, I hope the peeking old 
maid didn’t Bee that,” she exclaimed, as her own eye 
fell upon the wrist-band. Then, after a moment, she 
continued, “I know what I’ll do. I’ll go to Alice 
this very night and tell her bow sorry we arc for 
what has happened, and I’ll ask her to eay nothing 
about father’s having cheated them and run away. 
She's a pretty good sort of a girl, 1 guess, if I did used 
to think her so proud.” 
The plan seemed a feasible one, and that evening 
as Alice Warden sat bending over a vest, which she 
must finish that night, she was startled by the abrupt 
entrance of Adelaide Huntington, who, seizing 
both her hands, said, with well feigned distress, 
“ My poor Alice ! I never expected to find you thus.” 
In his arm-chair the blind man slept, but when 
the stranger’s shadow fell upon him, he awoke, and 
stretching out his arm, he said, “Who is it, Alice ? 
who stands between me and the fire?” 
“ ’Tis I,” answered Adelaide, coming to his side, 
“the daughter of him who ruined you. I have just 
learned that you were living here in the same village 
with ourselves, and at my mother’s request I have 
come to tell you how bitterly we have wept over my 
father’s 6in, and to ask you not to hate us for a deed 
of which we knew nothing until it was all over.” 
Then seating herself in a chair she continued speak¬ 
ing hnrriedly, telling them some truth and some 
falsehood,—telling them how, for a few months, 
they had lived with a distant relative, a wealthy 
mau, who gave them money now for their support,— 
telling them how her father’s disgrace had affected 
her mother, and begging of them not to speak of it 
in Oakland, where, it was not known. 
“I don’t kuow why it is,” she said, “hut people 
have the impression that mother is a widow , and 
though it was wrong to deceive them, I cannot tell 
them my father ran away to escape a convict’s doom. 
’Twould kill my mother outright, and if you only 
will keep silent, we ifiiall be forever gratified." 
There was no reason why Mr. Warren should 
speak of his former clerk, and he answered A del aide 
that neither himself nor Alice had any wish to 
injure, her by talking of the past. Thus relieved of 
her fears Adelaide grew very amiable and sympa¬ 
thizing, saying she did not suppose they were so 
poor, and pitying Alice, who must miss bo much 
her pictures, her flowers, her birds and her music. 
“Come up and try tny piano. You may practice 
on it any time,” she said, when at last she arose to go. 
“ I never played much, i was not fond of it,” was 
Alice’s answer, while her father rejoined quickly, 
“Then you keep a piano? I did not know you 
had one?” 
“Oh, yes, father bought it for me at auction three 
years agp, and as he. was not owing any one, our fur¬ 
niture was not disturbed.” 
The blind man sighed, while Alice dropped a tear 
on the vest 6he was making, or she thought of the 
difference between her and Adelaide, who paused 
as she. reached the door, and asked if she knew Mr. 
Howland. 
“I sew for his store,” said Alice, and Adelaide 
continued, “ Isn’t he a splendid mau ? ” 
Alice did not know whether he was splendid or 
not,— “she had never observed his looks particularly; 
bat sbe knew he was very kind, and she liked noth¬ 
ing better than to have him come there evenings, as 
he often did.” 
“Come here often," exclaimed Adelaide, her voice 
indicating the pjmg with which a feeling of jealousy 
had been brought to life. 
Ere Alice could reply, there was a footstep heard 
without, and the blind man, whose quick ear caught 
the sound, said joyfully, “He’s coming now.”—|To 
be continued. 
With such fancies as these tilling her mind, Ade¬ 
laide went back next day to Springfield, reporting 
her success, and so accelerating her mother’s move¬ 
ments that scarcely a week elapsed ere they had 
moved into the whit© house on the bill, a handsome 
little cottage, which looked still more cozy and in¬ 
viting after Adelaide’s hands had fitted it up with 
tasteful care. It was 3 rule with Mrs. Huntington 
to buy the best if possible, and as her husband had 
always been lavish with his money, her furniture 
was superior to that of her neighbors, many of whom 
really stood in awe of the genteel widow, as she was 
called, and her stylish, aristocratic daughter. They 
were supposed to be quite wealthy, too, or at least, 
in very easy circumstances, and more than one young 
girl looked enviously at Adelaide, as day after day 
she swept through the streets, sometimes “ walking 
for exercise," she said, and again going out to shop— 
always at Mr. Howland’s Btore, where she annoyed 
the clerks excessively by examining article after 
article, inquiring its price, wondering if it would 
become her or suit ma, and finally concluding not to 
take it, “ for fear every shoemaker’s daughter in 
town would buy something like it, and that she 
couldn’t endure.” 
Regularly each week she went up to 8pringfield to 
take name lessons, she Baid, and lest something should 
occur making it necessary for her to Btay all night, 
Aunt Peggv usually accompanied her to the depot, 
carrying always a well filled satchel, and frequently a 
large bundle, whose many wrappings of paper told 
no tales, and were supposed by the credulous to 
cover the dressing-gown which Adelaide deemed 
necessary to the making of her morning toilet. 
“’Twas very annoying," she said, “ to curry so much 
luggage, but the friends with whom she stopped 
were so particular, that she felt obliged to change 
her dress, even though she merely staid to dinner.” 
And bo the villagers, looking at the roll of music 
she invariably carried in her hand, believed the tale, 
though a few of the nearest neighbors wondered 
when the young lady practiced, lor 'twos not often 
that they heard the sound of the old-fashioned in¬ 
strument which occupied a corner of the sitting- 
room. Then, as country people will do, they guessed 
it must be at night, for a light was always seen from 
Mrs. Huntington's windows until after the clock 
struck twelve. As weeks went by, most of those 
whom Adelaide considered somebodies, called, and 
among them Mr. Howland. By the merest chance 
she learned that he was coming and though she was 
“greatly surprised to see him,” and was “just going 
out, she was so lonely at home,” she looked unusu¬ 
ally well in her nice-fitting merino, which in the 
evening did not show the -wear of four years. The 
little sitting-room, too, with its furniture so arranged 
as to make the best of everything, seemed home¬ 
like and cheerful, causing Mr. Howland to feel 
very much at ease, and also very much pleased 
with the dark-eyed girl he had come to sec. 
She was very agreeable, he thought, much more 
so than any one whom he had met in Oakland, 
and at quite a late hour, for one of his early habits, 
he bade her good-night, promising to call again ere 
long, and hoar the new song she was going to take the 
next time she went up to Springfield. 
In dignified silence his sister awaited bis return, 
and when to her greeting,—“Where have you been? ” 
be replied, “Been to call on Miss Adelaide,” the 
depth of the three wrinkles between her eye-brows 
was perceptibly increased, while a contemptuous 
“ Pshaw l ” escaped her lips. Miss Elinor whs not 
easily deceived. From the first she had insisted 
that Adelaide “ was putting on airs,” and if there 
was one thiDg more than another which this straight¬ 
forward, matter-of-fact lady disliked, it was preten¬ 
sion. She had not yet been to see Mrs. Hunting- 
ton, and now, when her brother, after dwelling at 
length upon the pleasant evening he had spent, urged 
her to make the lady’s acquaintance, she replied 
rather sharply that "she always wished to know 
something of the people with whom shB associated. 
For her part, she didn’t liko Miss Adelaide, and if 
her brother had the least regard for her feelings, he 
wouldn’t call there quite as often as he did.” 
“Quite as often,” repeated Mr. Howland, in 
much surprise. “What do you mean? I’ve only 
been there once," and then in a spirit which men will 
sometimes manifest when opposed, particularly if in 
that opposition a lady is involved, he added, “ but I 
intend to go again,— and very soon, too.” 
“Undoubtedly,” was bis sister’s answer, and 
taking a light, the indignant woman walked from 
the room, thinking to hereelf that, “ if ever that girl 
did come there to live,—she’d no idea she would,— 
hut if she did, she, Miss Elinor Howland, would 
make the house a little too uncomfortable for them 
both.” 
. — 0 
Chapter V.—Calls. 
The next morning Miss Elinor felt better, and as 
time passed on and her brother did not again visit 
his new tenants, she began to feel a little more amia¬ 
bly disposed towards the strangers, and at last de¬ 
cided to call, intending to go from thence to the 
brown house, in the hollow, where she was a frequent 
visitor. She accordingly started one afternoon for 
the white house on the hill, where she was most 
cordially received. With the lady-like manners of 
Mrs. Huntington she could find no fault, but she 
did not like the expression of Adelaide’s eyes, nor 
yet the sneering way in which she spoke of the 
country people ; neither did she fall to see the basket 
which the young ladj'thrnst hastily under the lounge 
as Aunt Peggy ushered her into the sitting-room. 
On the table there were scissors, thimbles, needles 
and thread, hut not a vestige of sewing was risible, 
though on the carpet were shreds of cloth, and from 
beneath the lounge peeped something which looked 
vastly like the wrist-band of a man's shirt. 
“ Pride and poverty! I'll veture to say they sew 
for a living,” thought Miss Elinor, and making her 
call as brief as possible, she arose to go. 
It was in vain that Adelaide urged her to stay 
longer, telling lior “’twas such a treat to 6ee Borne 
one who seemed like their former acquaintance.” 
With a toss of her head Miss Elinor declined, say¬ 
ing she was going to visit a poor family in the Hol¬ 
low, a blind man and his daughter, and in adjusting 
her furs she failed to see how both Adelaide and 
her mother started at her words. Soon recovering 
her composure the former asked “ who they were, 
and if they always lived in Oakland ?” 
“ Their name is Warren,” said Miss Elinor, “and 
they came, I believe, from 6ome city in Western 
New York, but 1 know nothing definite concerning 
them, as they always shrink from speakiDg of their 
former condition. Alice, though, is a sweet little 
creature, so kind to her old father, and so refined, 
withal.” 
Mechanically bidding her visitor good afternoon, 
Adelaide went back to her mother’s side, exclaim¬ 
ing, “Who thought those Warrens would toss up 
in Oakland! Of course, when they know that we 
are here, they’ll tell all about father, and everything 
else. What shall we do ? ” 
“We are not to blame for your father’s misdeeds,” 
answered Mrs. Huntington; and Adelaide replied, 
“ 1 know it, but folks think you are a widow with a 
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Chapter IV —The White House on the Hill. 
“Miss Huntington, brother,” and Mr. Howland 
bowed low to the lady thus presented to him by hia 
Bister on his arrival home. 
She bad been waiting for him nearly an hour, and 
she now returned bis greeting with an air more befit¬ 
ting a queen than Adelaide Huntington — for she 
it was; and by some singular coincidence she had 
come to rent a house of Mr. Howland lust as Alice 
Warren had done but. two or three weeks before. 
The failure which had ruined Mr. Wakken had not 
affected Mrs. Huntington further than the mortifi¬ 
cation and grief she nat urally felt at the disgrace aiul 
desertion of her husband, from whom she had never 
beard since he left her so suddenly on the night of 
the party,—neither had she ever met with Mr. War¬ 
ren, although she had written him a uote, assuring 
him that in no way had she been concerned iu the 
fraud. Still her position in the city was not particu¬ 
larly agreeable, and after a time she had removed to 
Springfiold, Mass., where lived a distant relative, 
who supplied her with plain sewing—for without 
her husband’s salary it was necessary that, she do 
something for the maintenance of her family. 
Springfield, however, was quite too large for one of 
Adelaide’s proud, ambitious nature. “ She would 
rather live in a smaller place,” she said, “ where 
they could be somebody. They had been trampled 
down long enough, and in a country village they 
would be as good as any one.” 
Hearing by chance of Oakland and its democratic 
people, sbe had persuaded her mother into remov¬ 
ing thither, giving her numerous directions as to the 
manner in which she was to demean herself. “With 
a little management,” she said, “no one need to 
know that they worked for a living,— they had only 
left the city because they preferred the country,” 
and old Peggy, who still served in the capacity of 
Bervant, was charged repeatedly “never to say a word 
corcerning their former position in society.” In 
short, Adkiaide Intended to create quite a sensation 
in Oakland, and she commenced by assuming a most 
haughty and consequential manuer towards both 
Mr. Howland and his sister. 
“She had conic as mo’s delegate,” she said, “to 
rent the white house on the hill, which they had 
heard was vacant. Possibly, if they liked the 
country, they would eventually purchase, but it 
was doubtful,— people who had always lived a city 
life were seldom contented elsewhere. Still, she 
should try to be happy, though, of course, she should 
miss the advantages which a larger place afforded.” 
All this and much more she said to Mr. Howard, 
who, hardly knowing whether she were renting a 
house of him or he were renting one of her, so 
stately and dignified she 6eeraed, managed at last to 
say, “ Your mother is a widow, I presume.” 
Instantly the dark eyes sought the floor, and 
Adelaide’s voice was quite low iu its tone as she 
answered, “ I lost my father nearly a year since.” 
“ I wonder she don’t dress in mourning, hut that’s 
a way some folks have,” thought Miss Elinor, 
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the right or left hand street would bring her to the 
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hardly know the way alone,” and Adelaide’s 
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One summer evening as I was passing through one 
of the streets of Berne on my way to my lodgings, 
my attention was attracted by the sound of a piano, 
evidently an Erard, and 1 involuntarily paused to 
listen. Some one with a masterly touch was idly 
preluding and modulating, when suddenly the fitful 
cadences ceased, and then sounded out clear and 
distinct the first few notes of that delicious Chopin 
Nocturne in B major,— almost the last one written 
by him,—first the running arpeggio, blossoming into 
the suspended chord, and then the theme with its 
longing, its sad questioning, its patient resignation 
to remorseless fate. I had often and often played 
this nocturne, but I now felt that I had never com¬ 
prehended its inner meaning. Under the hands of 
the unseen musician it became to me a revelation. 
Moved involuntarily by the power, the emotion dis¬ 
played in the rendering of the composition, I forgot 
time, place, everything, and wept. 
Suddenly I was seized with a curiosity to see this 
wonderful artist. Until then I had scarcely thought 
to notice from what particular dwelling the music 
came. I proceeded to examine the houses near me 
with the purpose of obtaining, if possible, a glimpse 
of the player. Directly before me stood one of those 
quaint, curious structures peculiar to old Swiss 
towns, and from its interior evidently came the full, 
clear notes of the Erard. 
I hurried across the narrow street, placed myself 
near the window, and managed to obtain such a posi¬ 
tion as would enable me to command a view of the 
interior without danger of being seen by the inmates. 
At the grand piano, which stood at the further ex¬ 
tremity of the apartment, sat a young girl whose 
long flowing hair was just touched with gold by the 
last rays of the setting suu. There were no other 
persons in the room, and she had evidently yielded 
to the inspiration of the hour and was playing “ twi¬ 
light music.” 
In the meantime the young girl, unconscious that 
any listener was near, had not ceased to play. Under 
her deft ringers there breathed out another nocturne, 
that delicious prelude in F sharp minor, those three 
heavenly Oonddliedes by Meudelssohn, and finally 
that exquisite nocturne, in E minor, which was writ¬ 
ten by Chopin when he was yet a mere boy. It had 
now grown quite dark, and the. outlines of the ar¬ 
tist’s head were scarcely distinguishable in the. gloom 
which pervaded the apartmeut. There was a pause, 
a hush, and then, just as the raoGu was rising above 
the tops of the houses, softly, quietly, but distinctly 
rippled along the opening bass of the “Moonlight 
Sonata” with its wealth of sadness and despair. 
This wonderful girl played with the most perfect 
precision and delicacy of touch, and every note of 
the wave-like accompaniment was distinct, though 
veiled, while the theme, full and clear, rose above it 
in its marvelous beauty. 
How long my enchantment might have lasted I 
do not know, for after the conclusion of the first 
movement the music ceased, and although I waited 
for some time the girl-artist did not play again. 
After carefully noting the house and its surround¬ 
ings, I reluctantly went to my apartments In another 
quarter of the city. 
The next evening, and for many subsequent even¬ 
ings, I was at my post, and was never disappointed 
in hearing the girl-musician. Sometimes the music 
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IS SPRING TEMPER ^ 
ANDPRODUCCO 0YAIK 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
ANAGRAM. 
’Sit hopeggray ew nearl, 
Sa ew ahetn nad gins getherto; 
Os ufuilyes lew’l sendp uro mite. 
Ni nigdo ’shawt a lseaprue. 
Wisconsin. L. M. C 
Answer In two weeks. 
-TRADE v MARK- 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
CHARADE. 
REYNOLDS, BARBER &Co. SeleManufajdimnM BU 
“rilHE REYNOLDS” MOWER AND 
-*• REAPER KNIVES, manufactured exclusively by 
ns, under Reynolds' Patents for tempering steel “ without the 
aid of any Uyuid," received the only award at the great 
“ Xntional Implement TTial," held at Auburn lu 1865. They 
possess 
THE FOLLOWING SUPERIOR QUALITIES. 
let. They are made with a line cutlery temper at the edges. 
2d. They hold only a spring temper in the center and at the 
heel. 
3d. They are warranted perfectly uniform, ev cry knife be¬ 
ing exactly alike In temper, 
till. We warrant they can be ground from eight to ten times 
Without losing their cutting edge. 
5th. Finally, we wilt warrant them to cut from 40 to 50 acres 
Of grain or grass without, once, being ground. 
We arc. the sole. matiufucllln.TH of these Knives In the 
United Stales and ('windin'. Eac h KuUn hereafter will hear 
our Clover Leaf Trade Mark, us shown In above cut. 
Read what the National Committee sags of our sections: 
“ Desirous of Invoalrating reaper and mower sections as 
thoroughly as possible, we collected tins sections of different 
makers to as ureal an extent as we wt rouble, anil subjected 
them to a series of careful experiments. We found no lrno¬ 
te res In any of the. actions manufactured by the Mcsnra. 
Reynolds of Auburn, Out we detected them lu aboul l it per 
Cent, of those Oiade by other manufacturers. We caused 
nearly Mflth of an inch to ho successively ground oil' from 
the edge of each of the samples, examining carefully the 
temper of the edge after each grinding. The sections of Mr. 
Keyuolds retained their temper perfectly for ten successive 
grindings. None of the others showed as good a temper alter 
the third grinding , sum- of them wore so poor that after the 
third grinding the eflK‘J could he cut oil with ail or dm ary 
pocket knife. 
• Having thus ascertained the superiority oi these sections, 
we were desirous of seeing the processes of their manufac¬ 
ture, aud cm making known our wishes, tire Messrs.Reynolds 
were kind enough to show ns the whole of their works, and 
we confess to a reeling of great surprise on Seeing their sec¬ 
tions so perfectly tempered without the agency of any liquid, 
by percussion, reaction and cold air alone. We saw over a 
thousand tempered and ground, not one of which w as crack¬ 
ed, or which exhibited any traces of fissure whatever. Vf« 
believe this process will greatly enhance the efllclency of onr 
reaping and mowing machines, HBd we rejoice that American 
Ingenuity has perfected so valuuhle an Invention. Tim pro¬ 
cess, though unpatented at the tlmo of the trial, has since 
been covered by letter' patent. 
Jou.n Stanton Goclu, Hudson, N. Y., 
B. P. Johnson, Albany, N. V., 
SANfoito HinvAno, l.uuGne. Mich., 
E. K. POTrfKR, Kingston, It, I., 
Prof. Bkn. 1 . I'irtKCK, Cambridge University, 
Elisha Foote, Washington, f>. C.. 
Heakv Wateuma.n, Hudson. N. Y., 
Ezka Cur.Ntu.L, IGiuea, N. Y., 
Kam’i, t AMPUm.!,, New York Mills, N. Y. 
A. li. CoNGrit, iiaverstriiw, ,\. Y., 
T. L. II.uUBOfi, Morh-.y, N. V,, 
National Committee. 
We are now prepared to furnish the above sections for all 
tbe different machines made in the United States and Canada. 
PLANE IRONS. 
By our patented process wc now make and temper Pi. aw* 
Irons. Warranted superior to Butchers' or any iron made 
in the United States. Kvery Iron warranted, aud money re- 
ufned if not Satisfactory. Old Plane Irons and Chisels of all 
descriptions retempered by our new process. If sent In lots 
of not less than ouc dozen. 
REYNOLDS, BARBER & CO., 
Steel Tempering Works, Auburn, N. Y. 
933] Sole Manufacturers under Reynolds Patent. [6teo 
My first is a blessing, 
Without which, possessing 
The world’s weult.h, you’d famish and die, 
My second's a enrse, 
The more followed the worse, 
And my whole caused a hero to fly. 
Wauwatosa, Wis. Aunt Anne, 
Answer in two weeks. 
Answer to Miscellaneous EnigmaIt is never too late 
to learn. 
Answer to Anagram: 
Little feet so glad and gay 
Making mnsic all the day, 
Tripping merrily along. 
Filling nil my heart with song. 
Well I love your music sweet; 
Patter, patter little feet. 
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