q -Then the door closed, and Miss Burnett 
heard no more. 
GoiDg away! She said the words over and over 
to herself, sitting there with her head laid down on 
the table before her. Going away ! Why, that was 
worse than all. What should she do, missing day 
by day the bright face in the corner, and the voice 
that, spite of aggravations without number, was 
still the pleasantest voice in the world to her? 
What should she do? 
The great pile of copy-books there on the table 
were still untouched when, half an hour later some 
one opened the door and came in ; some one whose 
step she knew too well. Scott Goldrick had come 
back for his books and slate. But she did not lift 
her head. He stood before her presently with the 
books on his arm and his hat in his hand. 
“1 am goiDg away, Miss Burnett, to stay. Will 
you bid me good-by ?” 
Still she did not look up or speak. He persisted, 
gently. 
“ Have I offended you beyond all hope of forgive¬ 
ness ?” 
She gave him her hand at that. 
“ No, but-” 
“ But you are sick, Miss Burnett!” as he saw her 
face plainly. “ You are really sick. What can I do 
for you ?” 
She tried to smile. 
“It is only a headache—I have had it all day — 
and a touch of fever with it, perhaps, nothing 
more.” 
“Yon have been sick all day, and I have been 
aggravating the life out of you,” he said, remorse¬ 
fully, in his earnestness kneeling dowu on one knee 
beside her chair with a half bold, half shy grace. 
“ I have made you trouble constantly, not to-day, 
not to-day only, hut ever since you came here to 
teach. What a brute you must think me! It was 
unmanly and cowardly to act as 1 did. No, you 
must let me make full confession now,” kissing the 
hand she laid over his mouth to stop him. “ But, 
Miss Burnett, you are very ill,” seriously alarmed 
now at the sight of her white face and closed eyes; 
for the self-control maiutaiued by main force all 
day, and up to this moment, had given way sud¬ 
denly, aud weaker than a child she sat there, her 
breath comiDg in little short gasps. 
Unused to woman's moods and “ways,” he was 
at a loss what to do. He had an idea, though, that 
when a lady fainted, cold water was the thing, so 
he sprinkled her face from the cup standing on the 
table within reach of his hand, and, man like, drew 
her head down upon his shoulder. 
She was not altogether unconscious, for she made 
a weak movement, to withdraw herself from his arm, 
but he whispered, “ Trust me aud lie still, will you 
not, till you are better V” conscious the while of an 
odd, pleasant thrill, at his heart, as her face lay so 
near his own that he could have touched it with his 
lips. 
If he had been a dozen years older, he would most 
likely have yielded to the temptation and kiBsed the 
roses back to her cheeks, but there was just the 
least bit of boyish timidity yet about him ; and be¬ 
sides he could not forget that he had been in part 
the cause of this very illness, aud his heart smote 
him regretfully every time he looked at her. 
She sent him away by-and-by—as soon as she was 
able to sit up without support. She would not let 
him go home with her, either, though he begged 
her to let him do so; she would do better by her¬ 
self, she said. But seeing the troubled look iu his 
eyes as be turned away, she relented so far as to say; 
“1 trust we part friends f” 
He came back to her at this, saying earnestly: 
“Can you be my friend, after what you have 
known of me for the past two months ?” 
“I can be—I am sincerely your friend.”, 
“Thank you for that. Knowing it I 6hall not 
carry such a sorely troubled conscience away with 
me.” 
Ah! he never guessed that instead of a troubled 
conscience, he was carrying Olive Burnett’s heart 
away with him. 
It was seven years before they looked upon each 
other’s faces again. Such a long, long interval. 
Those seven years had changed Scott Goldrick into 
a successful business man, steadily amassing his 
thousands, and alive to the brilliant, courted young 
widow, Mrs. Logan. 
Sbe had grown heart-sick of teaching, aud one 
day in a desperate mood gave, it up and married 
Scott Goldrick, 
there at the door, and then came to her, while a 
voice said: 
“Miss Burnett, I am going away. Will you bid 
me good-bye?” 
She looked up with a little cry—to meet a pair of 
clear, hazel eyes, to see before her a bright hand¬ 
some face, and heavy waves of chestnut hair. 
“You are really here, Mr. Goldrick? I could 
almost believe that the old days had come back 
again ” 
“ You used to call me Scott, then,” he said, sig¬ 
nificantly, coming around and kneeling on one knee 
beside her chair. "You are not pale now, so I 
shall not sprinkle your face with water,” glancing 
at the empty cup standing there on the table, “ but I 
should like to have your head on my shoulder again.” 
She made a movement to rise but he detained her. 
“Don’t be offended, Olive,” he said, earnestly. 
“I made confession of my sins that night, let me 
make another confession now. I think I began to 
love you that evening, but I was a boy and did not 
understand my own heart. I know now that I love 
you. Your face has always been before me as the 
sweetest and finest in the world. You sent me away 
from you then. Don't be so cruel again. I want 
to stay, with you always, Olive. I want to be yonr 
husband. May L?” 
For answer she put np her white hands and 
drew his head down upon her shoulder. And the 
brown wails must have opened eyes of astonishment, 
iTeyes they had, to see Scott Goldrick kissing the 
blushing little woman. You see when a man fallB 
in love for the fir=t t ime at twenty-seven he is apt to 
be desperately in earnest. 
And in the gathering gloom of twilight they 
locked the door of the old school house behind 
them and turned their steps homeward, not teacher 
and pupil now, bur plighted husband and wife. 
NEW ADVEKTISEMENT3 
litmus 
Some hearts go hungering through the world 
And never fluff the love they seek; 
Some lips with pride or scorn are curled 
To hide the pain they may not speak. 
The eye may dash, the mouth may smile. 
The voice in gladdest music thrill, 
And yet beneath them all the while 
The hungry heart be pining still. 
I see them gaze from wistful eyes, 
I matk their sign on fading cheeks: 
I hear them breathe in smothered sighs. 
And note the grier that never speaks; 
For them no might redresses wrong. 
No eye with pity is lmpearled; 
O, misconstrued and suffering long! 
O, hearts that hunger through the world! 
For yon docs life's dull desert hold 
No fountain shade, no date grove fair, 
No gush of water* clear and cold, 
But sandy reaches wide and bare. 
The foot may fall, the soul may faint, 
And weigh to earth the weary frame, 
Yet still ye make no weak complaint, 
And speak no word of grief or blame. 
O, eager eyes which gaze afar ’ 
O, arms which cla.-p the empty air 1 
Not all unmarked your sorrows are, 
Not all unpitied your despair, 
Smile, patient lips so proudly dumb; 
When life's frail tent at last is furled 
Yuur glorious recompense shall come, 
O, hearts that hunger through the world! 
Hearing of a lectnre that was to be delivered on Alaska 
and the Northern regions, we dispatched our reporter In 
order to give the public the benefit of the lecturer's wis¬ 
dom. We regret that we have only room for a brief 
report, as follows: 
The north pole has never been seen; it is not certain 
whether the hear? climb it. Those who go there are pro¬ 
tected Irom the cold, although they go in bear skins. No 
negroes there—all white bear skins. Dr. Hayes, a Yankee, 
went, there in rearch of a notion. You can see a haze 
when the Dorthcra lights are visible. There is no corn 
raised in the northern regions—yet when the Esquimaux 
have breakfast it is an Indian meal. The principal amuse¬ 
ment is old sledge—tho’ sometimes ihey have a new one 
The annexation of Alaska to the United Slates will not 
probably increase the poll tax, When the prodigal son 
went into a far country, he probably stopped iu Alaska, 
The people there don't care for the return or spring, 
When the livers begin to run they say its snow 1 matter. 
The territory is well defended against cavalry. There is 
a shiver de freeze all aroned it. It is a good place for 
orators. Even the whales spout. Horses are not very 
numerous, though there are some fine bays on the coast, 
Education is very general. The whales go in schools. 
The hunters do not always stop to read their fetterB when 
they open the seals. 
At this point—(the point referred to is the punctuation 
point at the ending of the preceding paragraph,) our re¬ 
porter took his leave; to speak more exactly, he took 
several of his leaves containing his notes of the lecture. 
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“ Ajigt men i cm ad Hojonek," — A skeptical young 
collegian confronted an old Quaker wiih the statement 
that he did not believe in the Bible. Said the Onaker 
•' Does thee believe in France ?" 
“ Yes, for, though t have not seen it. I have seen others 
that have: besides, there is plenty of corroborative proof 
that such a country does exist.” 
“Then thee will not believe anything thee or others 
has not seen Y” 
“ No, to he sure I wont.” 
“Did thee ever see thy own brains?'* 
“No.” 
“ Ever see anybody that did?” 
“No.” 
“Does thee believe thee has any?” 
iff, 
ft l 
A TALE TOLD OUT OF SCHOOL 
SCIENTIFIC DARING 
BY MARY ,1. ALLEN. 
“ First person I lore, second person thou lowest, 
third person he loves,” drawled the head hoy in the 
class. The next, a little girl, took it up promptly. 
“Plural—First person we love, second person you 
love, third person they love.” 
“And we all love.” 
The interruption came in a whisper, lond enough 
to he heard all over the room, causing the older 
hoys and girls to smile and giggle, and the teacher. 
Miss Olive Burnett, looked up quickly, glancing 
along the row of large scholars on the back seat— 
young men and women,—for this was a eouotry 
school, and in the winter. She had come to look 
for trouble from that quarter. Every day some 
fresh aggravation, some new infringement of the 
rules and offence against the discipline made it hard 
work for her, a girl of eighteen, to maintain her 
authority over those forty turbulent spirits, con¬ 
stantly incited to insubordination by the example of 
their acknowledged leader, Scott Goldrick. 
He sat there, at the further end of the bench, quite 
in the corner, a good looking young man of twenty, 
with curly chestnut hair and a mutinous curve of the 
lip, witli head bent now over his slate, and lingers 
busy in lignring ont some difficult problem in arith¬ 
metic. But Miss Burnett was not deceived by the 
apparently studious air. And there, was an under¬ 
tone of resolute determination in her voice as she 
said, looking quietly over the forty faces before* her: 
“These interruptions must come to an end at 
once. There is a point where forbearance, ceases to 
be a virtue, and I think it has been passed, Y rom 
this time ont I shall enforce every rule of the 
schooL The penalty for the next interruption of 
this kind will be twelve strokes of the ruler,” 
carelessly balancing the slip of cherry-wood in her 
fingers. 
The clear, bright face in the corner was lifted for 
a moment; the dark, hazel eye looked steadily into 
Miss Burnett’s blue eyes; only a moment, the space 
of a breath; then the hand went on again steadily 
with that endless maze of figures, and Miss Burnett 
went on with her work. 
Hard work it was, especially hard work to-day. 
All day long the vivid scarlet had burned in her 
cheeks, making her passing lovely, while her tem¬ 
ples throbbed with pain, and one of the children, 
feeling her feverish touch, wondered “ what made 
Miss Burnett’s baud so hot.” She must not give 
up, though. There was too much depending on her 
for that. A helpless mother aud two little sisters, 
hardly more than babies yet, all dependent, for the 
bread they ate, upon the overworked young teacher. 
Truly, failure here would be her disaster. 
But she must not fail. Would those interminable 
lessons never be finished ? She wanted to go home 
and rest. 
Two hours of tolerable order and quiet, and the 
day’s work was nearly ended, when in the midst of 
the last recitation, came again that interrupting 
whisper, plainly heard all over the room. 
For an instant Olive Burnett’s heart failed her. 
Could she muster courage enough to ferine Scott 
Goldrick, the oldest and largest scholar iu the 
school — a man grown ? The thought came once 
that it was unmanly in h i m to try her so. But right 
or wrong, tier word was passed and must be kept; 
her authority was assailed and must be maintained 
now or lost altogether. To falter now was to give 
up all. So, calling up all her nerve, though her 
head throbbed dizzily, she closed her book quietly, 
dismissed the class aud faced the school as she said, 
slowly: 
“ The scholar who whispered that last time will 
please step forward.” 
There was a dead silence for an instant; then 
Scott Goldrick left his seat and walked up to where 
the young teacher stood. No boyish mischief in his 
manner now; no mocking deference; no shade of 
defiance, but instead, a quiet manliness that was 
harder to meet than any bravado would have been. 
“Yon can understand, Mr. Goldrick, that this is 
not a pleasant duty to me,” her voice steady, but 
lower than usual, so low that some who were listen¬ 
ing, did not catch the words at all. "You can un¬ 
derstand that it is not pleasant for me to do this, but 
my rule must be respected." 
For an answer he bowed and held out his hand. 
They were counted out faithfully—twelve strokes — 
no more, no less. Did he know how every one hurt 
her ? Perhaps he did, for his eyes were on her face 
all the while, and when the last one was given he 
walked back to his seat, a little graver than before, 
but that was alL And the rest of the scholars open¬ 
ed eyes of amazement. They hud expected high 
words and open defiance at the least. This new 
gentleness was not fear; they knew that well. Fear 
and Scott Goldrick’s name never went together. If 
it was voluntary submission to discipline, why, they 
might as well all yield too. 
Miss Burnett heard him talking to some of the 
older scholars outside the door after the roll was 
called aud the school dismissed. " What! resist a 
lady ? You’ll never see me do that. Besides, I de¬ 
served the feruling for breaking the rules. 1 didn’t 
mean to interrupt the last time, though. I’m going 
away to-morrow to my Ruffe’s counting house in 
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saline lake; the bark would sink at once in the thin¬ 
ner water. Up, up, still higher! The spectrum, 
opposed to the sun, showed marvelously clear; 
lines appeared which are invisible iu the deuser 
atmosphere on the earth's surface; but as the car 
swung round in its gyrating npward flight, the mo¬ 
ment the direct rays of the sun passed off the prism, 
there was do spectrum at all. The air was so pure, 
so free from the comparatively solid aqueous matter, 
that there was no reflected V'ght; the air was too 
thiu to retain or reflect ai. . portion of the rays 
which fell upon H And wLat a silence profound 1 
The heights of the sky were as still as the deepest 
depths of ocean, where, as was found duriDg the 
search for the lost Atlautic cable, the fine mud lies 
as unstirred from year to year as the dust which im¬ 
perceptibly gathers on tbe furniture in a deserted 
house. No sound, no life—only the bright sunshine 
falling through a -sky which it could not warm. 
Up—five miles above earth—higher than the inac¬ 
cessible summit of Chimborazo or Dewaugiri. De¬ 
spite the sunshine, everything freezes. The air 
grows too thin to support, life, even for a few min¬ 
utes. Two men only are in that adventurous bal¬ 
loon—the one steering the air-ship, the other watch¬ 
ing the scientific instruments, aDd recording them 
with a rapidity bred of long practice. 
Suddenly, as the latter looks at his instruments, 
his sight grows dim; he takes a len6 to help his 
sight, and can only mark, from the falling barome¬ 
ter, that they are still rising rapidly. A flask of 
brandy lies within a foot of him ; he tries to reach 
it, but his arms refuse, to obey his will. He tries to 
call his comrade, w ho has gone into the ring above ; 
a whisper in that deep stillness would suffice— but 
no sound tomes from his lips—he i& voiceless. His 
head droops on his shoulders; with an effort he 
raises it—it fails on the other shoulder; once more, 
with a resolute effort, he raises it—it falls backward, 
For a moment he sees dimly tiie figure of his com¬ 
rade in the ring above; then sensation fails him— 
he lie6 back, unconscious. 
Some miuutes pass — tho balloon still rising up¬ 
ward. Seven miles above earth! The steersman 
come6 down into the car; he sees his comrade in a 
swoon, aud feels his own senses failing him. He 
saw at once that life or death hung upon a few 
moments. Tfie balloon was still risiug rapidly; it 
must be made to descend at once, or they were both 
dead men. He seized, or tried to seize the valve, in 
order to open it and let. out a portion of the inflating 
gas. His bauds are purple with the intense cold— 
they are paralyzed—they will not respond to his 
will, it was a fearful moment. Iu another minute, 
iu their upward flight, lie would be senseless as his 
comrade. But he was a hold, self-possessed man, 
trained in a hundred balloon ascents, and ready for 
every emergency. He seized the valve with his 
teeth; it opened a little — once, twice, thrice. The 
balloon began to descend. 
Then the swooned marksman heard a voice calling 
to him, ‘*Come, take an observation — try 1 ” He | 
heard as in a dream, but could neither see nor move. 
Again he heard, in firmer aud commanding tones, 
“Take an observation—now then, do try.” He 
returned to consciousness, and saw the steersman 
standing before biin. He looked athis instruments; 
they must have been nearly eight miles up; but now 
the barometer was rising rapidly—theballoon was de- 
sc< ndimx Brandy was used. The aeronauts revived. 
They had been higher above earth than mortal man, 
or any living thing, had ever been before. But now 
they were safe. 
Such are the perils which science demands of her 
votaries, and which they encounter bravely and 
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were fading him, ana the air ship, with its intensely 
rarifled gas, would Lave (teen filiating untendtd, wi'0 
two corpse, iuthewidereahm-ofspace. What would 
have become of it ? How far it would have ascended 
with its lifeless freight; how long it would have 
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A rule for extracting the cube root, done np in verse 
by an octogenarian: 
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And of its root- a quotient make, 
Which root into a cube must grow, 
And from your period taken fro. 
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Paul Logan, the rich land owner, 
hearing of it in the distant city where he was living, 
said, “ Such a pity! She was one woman of a thou¬ 
sand, and deserved a better man than that.” 
Well, Paul Logan was a better man than Scott 
Goldrick's words would seem lo imply, aud better 
still, lits gold brought all comforts to the helpless 
mother until she died, and a home and all the ad 
vantages of wealth to the little sisters. And now 
with her husband two years in his grave Mrs. Logan 
went freely into society again. 
“Such a lovely woman,” men always eaid when 
speaking of her. And Scott Goldrick endorsed the 
verdict, when he met, her at a reception one evening, 
aud the hostess supposing them to be unacquainted, 
presented him. 
It was the Olive Barnett of seven years ago who 
smiled up at him, as she said to Mrs. Lake, “Mr. 
Goldrick and I are very old friends.” 
" You remember me, then,” he said, as he led her 
away. 
" 1 never forget,” was the sweetly grave reply. 
But somehow, even with this flattering begin¬ 
ning, they did not seem to make much progress in 
the renewal of their old acquaintanceship. Meeting 
often, as they did, at party and balL and reception, 
at concert and theater aud opera, there was always 
an indefinable something, a distance between them; 
and it was qnite at the close of the winter that calling 
one morning on Mrs. Logan, to make his adieu before 
leaving town, Scott Goldrick lingered a moment as 
he bowed oyer her luuiii at parting, to say, half jest¬ 
ingly, but yet in earnest, too, 
“ Do you remember tbe old school-house.? ” 
“ Yes, 1 remember. I am going out there on pur¬ 
pose to see it this coming summer.” * 
“And l,too. Wboknowsbut what we shall meet?” 
It was in the midst of the August heats that Mrs. 
Logan, paying a flying visit t.o Ryefield, procured the 
key of tue old school house—empty now for summer 
vacation—aud walked down there alone one after¬ 
noon to look at it. 
The door swung rustily upon its hinges as she 
entered aud looked curiously about. It was not the 
cleanest place in the world, for a coat of dust, raised 
by the last sweeping, bad settled over everything; 
hut the ruugiveoated walla looked familiar as ever, 
and tneglazed maps hanging there, aDd theunpainted 
wooden benches, it was in that corner Scott Gold- 
riek used to sit. — and remembering, a tide of recol 
lections rushed over her, and she sat down iu the 
low-backed chair and laid her bead down upon the 
pine table, just as she had done that evening more 
than seven years before. 
Sitting there buried in thought, she did not hear 
the footstep that crossed the threshold—that paused 
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Folly and innocence are so alike, 
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Answer to Mathematical Problem;—The racii of the 
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