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AU8. 29 
IF WE WOULD. 
If we would but check the speaker 
When lie spoils his neighbor's fame. 
If we would but help the erring 
Ere we utter words of blntne; 
If we would, how many might wo 
Turn from paths of sin and shame. 
Ah, the wrong that might be righted 
If wo would but son the way; 
Ah, the way that- might be lightened 
Every hour and every day, 
If we would hut hear the pleadings 
Of the hearts that go astray. 
Let us step outside the stronghold 
Of our selUsbnt-ss and pride! 
Let us lift our fainting brothers, 
Let us strengthen ere wo chide; 
Let us, ere we blame the fallen. 
Hold the light to cheer and guide. 
Ah, how blessed—all, how blessed 
Earth would be if we would try 
Thus to aid and right, the weaker. 
Thus to chock each brother's sigh, 
Thus to talk of duty’s pathway 
To our better life on high. 
In eaeli life, however lowly. 
There are seeds of mighty good; 
Still, we shrink from souls appealing 
With a timid “ if we could 
But a God who judges all things 
Knows the truth is “ if we would.” 
<§ur j&org-Smtyr. 
THE TWO BROTHERS, 
They were own brothers, though few would 
think so, since they bore no likeness to each 
ot her, either in face or disposition. They wore 
not openly unfriendly, but Wilfred Willoughby 
thought his elder brother hard and cold, while 
John thought, the lad ton years his jiiulorselllsh 
and thoughtless. 
They came of a hu'go family, these two ; first 
John, then a gap where throe other boys had 
died Infants, then Wilfred, followed in quick 
succession by Arthur, Basil, George and May, 
the only girl. Mrs. Willoughby had barely lived 
to Bee this last little one beyond babyhood, and 
now they were mourning the loss of the widow¬ 
ed father; he had died rather suddenly, and 
though supposed to bo at the head of a prosper¬ 
ous business as a West India merchant, his 
affairs were discovered to bo in bad order. 
John, the careful elder brother, pondered 
deeply ovor ways and means at this time; the 
future of WUfiod, the gay young officer, Arthur 
at oollcge, Basil and George at school—all heavy 
items in the list of expense*. 
Little May war a care, loo; cloven years okl 
and outgrowing her strength, she was to have 
spent the winter in Jamaica with her father had 
he lived, as a precautionary measure, while he 
overlooked the business out there. Now what 
was to be done ? John was wanted In Liverpool 
at the office there, Arthur had set his heart on 
taking Holy Orders, and Basil was too young for 
work (at present. As a beginning, the large 
house and grounds in the suburbs of Liverpool 
must be let or sold; Wilfred must be warned 
that bis expensive tastes could no longer bo 
gratified; and t he hoys must be put to a cheaper 
school, or even recalled homo and placed in 
offices. He would write to Wilfred now on the 
subject. The younger once had been summoned 
to their father's funeral three weeks since, bur, 
Wilfred had boon on a flshiug expedition in 
Norway, and letters had failed to reach him in 
time ; by now, however, ho would have rejoined 
ills regiment, and it was right ho should serious¬ 
ly consider the altered position of the family. 
John wrote hi* letter, and in due time Ids 
brother Wilfred received It. A vexed lookcame 
over his handsome face as ho read. “ Why does 
he take it for granted t am such a solllsh fel¬ 
low?" said the young officer aloud, as he tore 
the paper in two. " I'll go home to-morrow and 
see what it's all about; I'm next eldest brother 
to John, and ought to be consulted." 
John was at the office when Wilfred arrived, 
so the lad sauntered out into the Helds near to 
while away the time. There John saw him from 
the distance. 
“ Barely a scrap of mourning about him, and 
oaring for nothing but ills pipe!” thought the 
elder brother severely, vexed that the chief 
clerk, who had accompanied him home, should 
see Wilfred In this guise. 
John was hard on Wilfred,but he was worried 
and worn with the burden thrown so suddenly 
on his shoulders. 
" Scowling at me as usual!" thought Wilfred. 
“It will be worse than over now my poor fath¬ 
er’s gone. But 1 won't he bullied by him ; he’s 
only my brother." 
8o the two met but coldly, and the distance 
between thorn seemed widened by the very 
troubles that should have drawn them closer. 
John, aided by the clerk, gave his brother a 
<lry account of business matters, which looked 
very unpromising Just then. Wilfred bad med¬ 
itated once, suggesting that he should give up 
all, or nearly ail, of the $1,000 a-year allowed 
him by his father in addition to his pay; but 
John's mariner was so unpleasing that lie never 
gave utterance to the plan, and left his elder 
brother to imagine that ho would sacraflce 
nothing at this time. He only listened moodily 
to the proposals for domestic retrenchment, 
and said somewhat coldly at last that John 
seemed to have arranged everything to hla own 
satisfaction. 
“ Indeed, no!” said John wearily, passing his 
hand over his forehead. “I am sorely at a loss 
for another trusty head and hands. If only the 
training had been given to Arthur that was 
wasted on you, Wilfred, 1 might have had some 
one to help me.” 
Wilfred reddened. Why should John seem 
to despise him so? It was true ho had been 
brought up to the business, and showed no 
mean capacity for such matters, and it was at 
his own request that he had been allowed to 
In the house; the cold winters tried her severe¬ 
ly just now. The large house was still on their 
hands, John's Illness having stopped any planB 
for letting or selling it. 
Wilfred had a taste now of real work, real 
anxiety. He thought deeply over the state of 
the family, consulted one or two friends, and 
then resigned without distressing John on the 
subject. 
“If I do continue in the army I reduce 
my personal expenses,” he said to him¬ 
“Barely a scrap of Mourning about him, 
enter the army. If only John had showed any 
brotherly feeling towards him, he might in this 
crisis have thrown up ins profession, and gone 
back to the office. Gay young fellow that ho 
was, he had a good head, ho know, and had 
often been rogrotted by his father as a loss to 
the office. But work with .John, who despised 
•and slighted him? No, that he never would! 
Back went all the tender feelings which the 
desolation of the fatherless home had aroused 
in him; he answered John sliarpiy, and dually 
sauntered off with his pipe, as good an imita¬ 
tion of a don’t-care young fellow as need be. 
“ lie never did care for business," said John 
to tho clerk. " Well, J must do the best alone, 
till Basil and George grow up, though it Is more 
than I can mnnago." 
Wilfred rejoined Ida regiment, dechiring to 
himseir no one could do anything with such a 
eut-and-drled hard fellow as John. 
And then one day came a letter from little 
May, his only correspondent at. home. It was 
veryshort; just to beg her dear Wilfred to come 
home quick, for John was ill so ill that nurse 
was frightened, and so was she. “ John was In 
bed talking strangely,” said the postscript. 
“Overwrought,” said the doctor to Wilfred, 
as he stood by his brother’s bedside. “ A touch 
of bi'ain fever.” 
Ay, more than a touch! for weeks the strong 
man lay like a helpless baby ; only that at times 
he talked low and fust of business, of his home, 
of "the children,” even of Wilfred. “It will 
fall hardest on him," said the sick man repeat¬ 
edly, and the tone was sorrowful, almost lov¬ 
ing, in which he said It, 
Wilfred had hia hands full then; he was 
John's head nurse, and withal frequently called 
away by messengers from the office, he under¬ 
stood business fairly well, as he said, and he 
threw his whole heart into it then. 
“John shall sea 1 am not such a poor follow 
when he picks up the reins again," he thought. 
But John seemed still far enough from that. 
Tho anxieties of Ida position had been too much 
for him ; hard us ho looked, ho was not strong 
enough to battle with them. 
The boys came home at Christmas, and hud 
to tread softly and speak in hushed voices, for 
John was st ill yory ill. May was ai* >gether kept 
AND CARING FOR NOTHING BUT •HIS PIPE !” 
self, though he drew a deep sigh on relin¬ 
quishing his connection with the gallant Dash¬ 
ers. One consolat ion was, that “ business” was 
going on well. Wilfred had a dear head, and 
had given advice on one or two matters which 
had proved really valuable. 
Tho clerks, old fellows of twenty years’ 
standing, some of them, quite looked up to 
i him. 
“You’ve been a great loss to the firm, sir,” 
said one. 
“ How would you like me now? ” asked Wil¬ 
fred half jokingly. 
“You would be worth five thousand a year 
to us, sir," said tho greyest of the clerks. 
Wilfred went back to John’s sick bed with a 
new light In his eyes. He was very gentle with 
his suffering brother now, and John would look 
to him with a piteous dependence for help and 
comfort. 
“ You are very good to mo, Will," he said one 
dgy, when returning reason made him anx¬ 
ious ; “but you can’t do everything; the office 
must be wanting me.” 
“See Edwards, and ask him, said Wilfred," 
in a would-be indifferent tone. 
Edwards, tho white-headed clerk, was called 
in, and In few words laid such ratisfaotory ac¬ 
counts of the office before Mr. John, that the 
doctor, who was very suspicious of business 
interviews for Ids patient, was compelled to i 
confess that this one had done him good. 
“It’s nil Wilfred's doing,” said John, who, to 
Jo him justice, was ready to acknowledge 
worth when tie saw it. “ He's a fur cleverer 
fellow than I ever was, and now he’s thrown 
up his own profession to help me, 1 don’t know 
how 1 can thank him. I've been hut a stupid 
fool towards you, Will, my boy." 
But Wilfred would not let him say this. 
“You’ve been a good fellow always, John, 
I'm sure," ho said; " hut wo didn't understand 
each other. Now It's all right, and for the 
hoys'sake and May’s I am glad we can work 
together. ‘Union is strength,'you know, the 
proverb says, and I mean to row in the same 
boat with you.” 
John soon picked up strength after this con¬ 
versation, but as change of scene was insisted 
up. by tho doctor, it was arranged that he and 
little May, with the old nurso, should spend 
tho next few months in Jamaica, doing the 
work his father meant to have done, while 
Wilfred remained in charge at home. So the 
largo house waa let for six months, and Wilfred 
went into lodgings near the office, prepared to 
do his very best. 
He got laughing letters from his brother offi¬ 
cers. Tt seemed like a joke to them that the 
gay young subaltern should settle down into a 
steady business man, but they did not know 
tho reserve of strength and good sense that lay 
behind young Willoughby’s pleasant careless 
manner. 
“ Lot those laugh that will,” wrote Wilfred 
in return. “ 1 am working for my bread, which 
is an occupation I And very interesting for a 
change.'' 
M hen John came home in tho early summer 
business had taken a good turn, and there 
seemed no reason why the ram By should not 
return to their pleasant homo In the country. 
Many things had been put, on a lower footing 
in the office, and though there must be ups and 
downs In their Uric of lire, the Willoughby*’ 
hoped never again to pass through such a crisis 
as their father's death had brought upon them. 
John and Wilfred worked hand-in-hand now, 
the boys looked upon thorn and respected 
them, and littlo May, grown stronger and 
brighter, was the sunshine of the house. 
Union was not only strength, hut peace and 
happiness to all. That illnosa of John’s had 
done niuuli for tho two brothers. Each now 
saw the hidden good in each other’s character. 
Wilfred was conscious or the tenderness and 
care for Ids belongings which was concealed 
beneath his eider brother's hard exterior, 
while John owned that there was real work to 
l»o got out of Wilfred’s apparently careless 
nature. 
They say love is blind, but in this ease it had 
opened the eyes of both brothers. 
— ■ ♦ »♦-- 
MAKING UP, 
“ 1 hate ’em ! ” 
“Singular!" 
“ I don’t think it is singular.” 
Fred. Tracy lit ids cigar over again, and re¬ 
sumed ids favorite recumbent,’ attitude. His 
friend Harry Blake, kept on whittling, now 
and then easting wondering glances at this 
handsome woman-hater. After a moment’s 
silence Harry remarked: 
“How any man can dislike women is more 
than I can tell." 
" Bali! " interrupted Fred ; “ you forgot that 
L had a stepmother, and—” 
“ Was Jilted ! ” 
“ No, air 1 tlda with emphasis— 1 “ no woman 
over Jilted me! ” 
“ But what about your engagement with Suo 
Osmond? Something happened. Whose fault 
was It—yours or hors ? ” 
“ U you want to know, I'll tel! you, nml leave 
rou to Judge whoso fault it waa. That girl ran 
away with ovory bit of sense l had, for a brief 
period—only a brief period. I woke up one 
night to a realization of what a fool I had been ! 
Of course, ovory fellow who is engaged to a 
girl supposes he has won perfection. I did.” 
“A very foolish thing to suppose, to begin 
with.” 
" I’shuw! You don’t know what you are 
talking abdut. For about six weeks after our 
engagement everything was lovely. She was 
pretty, fascinating, deucetliy intelligent and 
accomplished; and l spared no pains to take 
her every whore she wanted to go. My team 
was kept, pretty busy those days, I tell you. 
Huo couldn’t ride In a hired coach ; and as for 
t he cars or stage, why bless your heart I I 
Should never have dreamed, in any emergency, 
of suggesting either.” 
“ Do you mean to tell me that Hue Osmond is 
such a tool as that ? ’’ 
“She never said anything about the way she 
should go; but, don’t you see, I made such an 
idol of her that 1 couldn’t bear to feel for a 
moment that she had stepped outside of her 
own especial sphere ? ” 
“ Fiddlesticks!" 
“All right. Fall in love yourself, and then 
see 1 Well this was my manner of treating her. 
One evening last winter, 1 was returning from 
tiie office, It was about seven o'clock, and it 
never rained harder since the deluge. It was a 
cold, slippery, horrible night, and Jim Hawkins 
and I walked straight through the crowded 
boat, and stood outside the awning. There 
weren’t but two or three there beside us. I 
noticed a woman leaning against the opposite 
sido of the window. I saw she had on an old 
waterproof cloak, and the hood was drawn 
over the hat. Finally after considerable squint¬ 
ing at the figure and side face or the woman 
Jim said with a nudge. 
“ ‘ Don’t you know who that is, Fred ? ’ 
“ ‘ How the mischief should I know ? ’ 
“ ‘ You ought to, If anybody. Take a good 
look now.' 
‘Just then the boat touched the dock. I 
looked, and as sure as I live there stood Sue 
Osmond, my lady love. She drew the hood 
closer over iter face, and whiio I was deciding 
what to do tlic chain was lowered, and Hue was 
lost among the crowd." 
“ ‘The man who hesitates,’ you know,” 
"Yes I know all about it. An hour after, I 
called on Miss Osmond. 8hc was dressed, ready 
to receive mo. i never saw her eyes so bright; 
there was an indeHtmblo glitter all oyer her’ 
