MOORE’S RURAL WEW-YORKER. 
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“I will have money!" said Milly defiantly. 
“ How are you going to get It, my dear?" re¬ 
torted her spouse, with an aggravating smile 
playing around the corners of liis mouth. ** Von 
have nothing of your own—absolutely nothing. 
The money is all mine and 1 mean to keep it!" 
Milly sat down again, twisting her pocket 
handkerchief around and around. She was not 
prepared with an immediate answer, 
“And now, Mrs. Gatos," said the banker, 
after a moment or two of overwhelming si¬ 
lence, “If you'll bo good enough to : titch that 
button on my glove, i'll eo down town. I have 
already wasted too much time.” 
So the verbal passage - at - arms ended, and 
Milly felt that, so far, she was worsted. 
She watched Mr. Gates drive oil' In an elegant 
open barouche, drawn by two long-tailed chest¬ 
nut horses, all a glitter with plated harness, 
and turned away, almost wishing that she was 
Millloeut Haughton once again, behind her 
desk in the little red school-house. 
She looked around at the Inlaid furniture, 
Aubusson carpets and satin window draperies, 
and thought, with a passionate pang, how little 
all this availed her. 
“It is so provoking of Itulcliffo!” she mur¬ 
mured. “ I've half a mind to go out to service, 
or dressmaking, or something—for J must have 
money of my own, and I will!" 
Just then a servant knocked at the door with 
a basket and a note. 
“An old lady in a Shaker bonnet and a one- 
horse wagon, left, It,”said the girl with a scarce¬ 
ly disguised titter. “ She wouldn't come in, 
although I invited her." 
Mrs. Gates opened the note. It ran,in a stiff, 
old-fashioned caligraphy, as if the pen wore an 
unwonted implement in the writer’s hand : 
Dear Mima : The strawberries In the south 
meduer lot are Just ripe, where you used to pick 
’em when vou were a little gal; so Penelope 
picked a lot, and we make bold to send them 
to you, for the sake of old times, as aunt Ara- 
mlnta is going to the city to-morrow. Wo hope 
you wifi like them. Aflv'ciinnately vour friend, 
Maria Ann Peabody. 
The tears sparkled in the bride's eyes. For 
au instant it seemed to her as It she were a 
merry child again, plciciug st rawberries in the 
golden rain of July sunshine, with the scent of 
wild roses on the air, and the gargle of the little 
troutetream close by. And as she lifted the lid 
of the great basket of crimson, luscious fruit, 
and inhaled the delicious perfume, a sudden 
idea darted into her head. 
“Now I will have money of my own I" she 
cried out—“ Money that I will earn myself, and 
thus be independent !” 
Half an hour afterwards, Mrs. Gates came 
down stairs, to the infinite amazement of 
Rachael, the chambermaid, and Louisa, the 
parlor maid, in a brown gingham dress, a white 
pique sun-bonnet., ami a basket uu her arm. 
“ Won’t you have the carriage, ma’am ?" ask¬ 
ed the latter, as Mrs. Gates beckoned to a 
passing omnibus. 
“No,I won't!" said the banker’s lady. 
And within the city limits she alighted, and 
began work in good earnest. 
“Strawberries! who’ll buy my wild straw¬ 
berries!" rang out her clear, shrill voice, as 
she walked along. Lightly balancing the 
weight on her arm, and enjoying the im¬ 
promptu masquerade as only a spirited young 
woman can. 
Mrs. POWltu bought four quarts for preserv¬ 
ing, at twenty-live couls per quart. 
“Wild berries lias such a flavor!" said the 
old lady, reflectively. "And ’taint often you 
get ’em hero in the city. 1 s'pose you don’t 
come round reg'lar, young woman ?” 
“ No, I don’t ma’am ?” 
“Because you might get some good custom¬ 
ers,” said Mrs. Puwlor. 
Mias Seninthla Hall, who keops boarders, 
purchased fnvo quarts; Mrs. Captain Carbary 
took one ; and then MilUcent jumped on the 
cars and a ode woarily down town. 
“I’ve got a dollar and seventy-five cents of 
my own now, at ail events,’’ said she to 
herself. 
„ Strawberries I Nico, ripe, wild strawberries ! 
Buy my strawberries!” 
Her sweet voice resounded through the halls 
of the great marble building on whose first 
floor the great bank was situated. 
It chanced to be a dull interval of business 
just then, and the cashier looke’d up with a 
yawn. 
“I say, Bill James," said he to the youngest 
clerk, “I have an idea that a few strawberries 
wouldn’t go badly. Call in the woman !’’ 
Billy, nothing loth, slippeloff his stool with 
a pen behind each oar, aud scampered out 
into the hall. 
So Milly sola another quart. 
As she was giving change for the cashier’s 
dollar bill the president himself came in, bust¬ 
ling and brisk as usual. 
“Eh? What? How?" Barkod out Mr. 
Radcliffe Gates. “Strawberries? Well, I don’t 
care if I take a few myself. Here, young 
woman, how do you sell them ?” 
Milly pushed back her sun bonnet, and exe¬ 
cuted a sweeping courtesy. 
“Twenty-five cents a quart, sir, if you please,” 
purred she, with much humility. 
The President dropped bis paper of straw¬ 
berries on the floor. 
“Mrs. Gates!" he ejaculated. 
“Thesame, sir," said MilUcent. 
“ May 1 venture to inquire—” 
“ Oh, yes!" said Milly. “ You may inquire as 
much as you please. I needed a little money, 
and I am earning if . See how much I have al¬ 
ready!" and alio triumphantly displayed her 
roll of crumpled stamps. “The strawberries 
wore all my own, sent to me this morning by 
old Mr. Peabody, and I’m selling them to get 
an income of my own." 
“ You' ma’am, selling strawberries through 
the streets ?" 
Milly made a second courtesy. 
“ Extreme necessities justify extreme meas¬ 
ures, Mr. Gates," said she saucily. “I carried 
my owu living before I saw you, and I can 
again," l 
Mr. Radcliffe Gates looked uneasily around 
at the crowd of gaping clerks. 
“.Tames,"said he, “ call me a back. My dear, 
let me take you home." 
"Not until I have sold the rest of my straw¬ 
berries," saucily retorted the young wife. 
“I’ll take ’em at any price!” impatiently 
excla’med the banker. 
“ Cash down ?" 
“Yes; anything, everything—only come out 
of this crowd.” 
So Mr. and Mrs. Gates went home; and that 
evening the banker agreed to make his wife a 
regular allowance of so much per week, to be 
paid down every Monday morning at the 
breakfast table. 
“ But we’ll have no more selling strawber¬ 
ries," said Mr. Gates nervously. 
“ To be sure not," raid Milly. “ All I wanted 
was a little money of my own.” 
And Mr. Radcliffe Gales respected his wife 
all the more because she had conquered him 
in ft fair battle.- Helen Forrest Graces. 
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COURTESY COMPENSATED. 
A young editor of a theatrical journal called 
lately on an actress living on a third story in 
the Rue Richelieu. Leaving her rooms lie de¬ 
scended the stairway. At the first floor landing 
a door suddenly opened, and a black-coated 
gentleman stepping suddenly out, ran against 
the young man ; binding pardon, he abruptly 
asked, “Monsieur, have you half an hour to 
lose?” 
“ For what, sir ?” 
“To render me a service which will bring you 
in a trifle of say a hundred francs.” 
“ Do you call that losing half an hour? What 
ia it you wish ?" 
“ To servo as a witness to a will. One witness 
has failed to come; the sick man is dying. Will 
you serve ?” 
The journalist consented, and following the 
notary, found himself in a sumptuous chamber 
near the bed of the moribund, and seated him¬ 
self with the other witnesses. The old man had 
no relat ive, ami ovule short work with his will, 
ft was ready for him to sign. 
They opened the curtains to give him ipght. 
A ray fell across the journalist’s face. The sick 
man saw him, and motioned him to approach. 
“Sir,” he said, in a feeble voice, “do you 
know me ?" 
“1 have not that honor, sir.” 
“ Do you not recall seeing me at the Theater 
l’rancais?” 
“No, sir." 
“I can refresh your memory. Did you not 
attend the first representation of * Fire in a 
Convent?’ " 
“ I was there, certainly,” 
“ And I, too. You had a good orchestra stall; 
T a miserable stool, right in the doorway. The 
draft made me ill. You gave me your comfort¬ 
able seat and took my poor one." 
“ 1 did but my duty, sir, toward an old man 
and an invaiid." 
"Ah! They are rare—those people who do 
their duty. Allow me to give an evidence of 
my acknowledgment.’’ 
And turning toward the ear of the notary, the 
old man added a codicil to his will. The witness 
signed, the notary countersigned, and the form¬ 
er, each noted for a hundred francs of legacy, 
retired. The next day the journalist revisited 
the actress. Coming away, he rang at the old 
man’s door, and asked after him* He Lad died 
during the night. Iu due time the young man 
attended his funeral. After it the notary said 
to him " To-morrow we open the will. Be 
there. You are interested." 
Our editor did uot neglect the invitation. He 
attended the reading of the will. 
The old man had bequeathed him a hundred 
thousand francs. 
An orchestra seat well paid for. 
-- 
A REAL ROMANCE. 
The Calais (Me.) Advertiser of August 1, con¬ 
tains the following romantic sketch : 
A few years before the late war a cei-tain Dr. 
Dow came to Calais and boarded for some time 
at tie Calais house, then kept by George Wilder. 
After a while he removed to Princeton, where 
lie practised medicine, and iu the course of 
time married Miss Spooner, a very respectable 
young lady ol’ that tow n. The marriage occur¬ 
red just before the war begun, and soon after 
Mr. Dow' enlisted. While in the army a daughter 
was born to him, and for a time he regularly 
sent letters and money to his wife. But after a 
while he ceased to do .so, and nothing \ as heard 
of him until some time after the close of the 
war, when his wife learned that lie had married 
l iie only daughter of a wealthy man in another 
State and was living wit h her. She went to see 
him, but failing to find him she saw his other 
wife, who said the doctor told her bis first wife 
and child were dead. She then returned home 
and procured a divorce. Some time after this 
she went West to work, and falling sick and 
finding herself unable to support her child, she 
wrote to her “ ox-husband ” asking him to con¬ 
tribute towards the support of his daughter, 
lie replied in a penitent letter, expressing a 
desire to see her and talk over matters. By 
agreement, they met In Boston, ami he provided 
amply for his daughter’s support. A corres¬ 
pondence ensued between the divorced parties, 
which finally re-•oiled in bis offering to leave 
bis second wife a nd remarry (lip first one. She 
agreed, and about two weeks ago the wedding 
ceremony was done over again, and the twice- 
married couple have gone off to seek their 
fortune. What has become of the other wife 
we have been Unable to learn. This is a strange 
story, but It is vouched for by friends aud ac¬ 
quaintances of the parties, both in this city and 
in Princeton. 
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A CASE OF TRUE LOVE. 
A London letter to the San Francisco Chron¬ 
icle tells the following story of true love in high 
life : 
The fashionable world has been much amused 
by the story of the attempted elopement of two 
aristocratic lovers. The lovely daughter of an 
earl went with tier parents last year to Scar¬ 
borough, a delightful seaside place in York¬ 
shire, famous as a happy hunting-ground for 
widows and yoiiny bachelors who want to mar¬ 
ry money. There the Lady Emily, who might 
appropriately sing the pretty song composed 
when the Princess Royal was married, ** I, too, 
am seventeen, mamma," fla-st saw and fell in 
love with and was beloved by a Scotch peer. 
As, however, her lover was considerably on the 
shady side of forty, the young lady’s parents 
objected to the match. The lovers behaved 
with admirable consistency, and failing to 
move the obdurate heart of the earl they plan¬ 
ned an elopement. There was not to be any 
use of a ladder of ropes or fire-escape. The 
affair was to be managed iu a pleasant way that 
would cause no di scorn fort or Inconvenience to 
the lovers. The young Jaoy was going with her 
papa and mamma to a garden party given by 
the Prince of Wales at Chiswick. The elderly 
Scotch peer had also an invitation to the party. 
Of eounso nothing would be easier than for I c 
young l idyto st roll away from the company, 
and the elderly Scotch peer would casually 
meet her atul quietly lead her out of the garden 
to his carriage, which would be in waiting. 
Tilings fell out as the lovers wished, until just 
as they reached the garden gate, when t he Earl 
appeared, and, gently putting his daughter's 
hand on his arm, led her lift, ok to her mamma, 
much to the discomfiture of the elderly Hootch 
lover, who had been so imprudent as to confide 
his plans to one or two faithless friends. All's 
well l hat ends well, howover, and the danger of 
a scandal has, ii is rumored, frightened the 
Earl into accepting the faithful and elderly 
lover as a son-iu-Jaw. 
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COLONEL FREESE’S COURTSHIP. 
One of the celebrities of New Jea-sey, says 
the llackonsack Republican, is Colonel Jerusa¬ 
lem Ii. Freese of Trenton, banker, editor and 
patron of literature, the line arts, fine horses 
and finances, A widow recently moved to 
Trenton, who owned a One horse, which the 
Colonel bow and became desirous of possess¬ 
ing. lie visited the fair owner, but she would 
not part, with the line animal. The Colonel, 
being a widower, after a short reflection, de¬ 
termined to possess both the fine horse and the 
fine lady. He pushed his suit with such ardor 
that in three weeks from the date of his first 
visit to see the horse, he and the widow were 
engaged to be married. 
Two days before the time fixed for the wed¬ 
ding the Colonel had the carriage filled with 
flowers of the choicest varieties, and, accom¬ 
panied by his intended, be visited his former 
wife’s grave, and decorated the grounds and 
the handsome monument he had erected to 
her memory, in the most tasteful manner. The 
next day the loving couple in like manner 
visited another cemetery, where they hand¬ 
somely decked the grave of the lady's first 
husband, and after thus making these appro¬ 
priate peace offerings to the manes of their 
departed loves, the Colonel and the widow 
were next day mari’led, and started on their 
happy wedding tour. Who but Colonel Freese 
could do up attaing iu style like this? 
-♦ ♦ » 
ISAAC NEWTON AS A BOY. 
Great men show their genius in boyhood, 
and give promise of what they will do in later 
life. The philosophei-, Isaac Newton, was an 
inventor almost from his ca-adle. When he was 
a lad, he made a mill with his jackkuile, copied 
wheel by wheel fj-om a wind-mill that ground 
corn upon a hill near to Grantham, in Lincoln¬ 
shire, Wi ore he went to school. He made his 
little mill at lust so perfect, that lay turning a 
mouse into its door, by some curious system of 
tread-wheels the machinery would begin to 
move, aud the mill to grind. He made also a 
little water-duck, which kept time perfectly; 
and he placed a dial on the wall of the house 
where he was born, which only a few years back 
was in place still. 
-- 
" Young ill years but an old eloper,” is a por¬ 
tion of the description of arunaway wife which 
was left at an Indianapolis station house. 
ONLY WAITING. 
[A very aged man in an almshouse was asked what 
he was doing now. Ue;rcplied, “ Only waiting.’’] 
Only watting till the shadows 
Are a little longer grown ; 
Only waiting Mil the glimmer 
Of the day’s la-t beam is flown I 
Till the night of earth is faded 
From the heart, once full of day; 
Till the star* of Heaven are breaking 
Thro’ the twilight soft and gray. 
< inly waiting till the reapers 
Have the last, sheaf gathered home ; 
For i ho Mimnier-tinio is faded 
And the autumn winds have come. 
Quickly, reapers' gather quickly 
The last ripe hours of my heart, 
For the bloom of life la withered, 
And I hasten to depart. 
Only watting, till the angola 
Open wide the mystic gate 
By whose side t long have lingered. 
Weary, poor and desolate. 
Even now t hear their footsteps. 
And their voices far away; 
If they call me, I am waiting, 
Only waiting to obey. 
Only waiting till the shadows 
Are a little longer grown; 
Only waiting till the glimmer 
Of t he day 's last beam is flown, 
Then from out the gathering darkness 
Holy, de ithless stars shall rise, 
By whose light my soul shall gladly 
Tread its pathway to the skies. 
-- 
THE PULPIT AND THE PEW. 
Tiie London Baptist offers some pertinent 
remarks on this subject, concluding as follows : 
The critical judgment of the heai-cr contains 
often the photograph of bis own character. 
The preacher is guilty by the same judgment 
that betrays tho criminal character of the 
judge, and It will be found at last that to tho 
pew sometimes will belong a severer condem¬ 
nation than to the pulpit. Bui mutual recrimi¬ 
nation Is unbecoming the great purpose of 
Divine worship. To hear la aa great a privilege 
and responsibility as to speak. It would be the 
better to rival each other in Mi,* tilling use of 
an honor t hat, might make the milpit. and pew 
one In work and one in success. A faithful 
ministry and a praying audience arc the two 
factors of a successful ministry. They are 
Inter-dependent. Theonc has the precedence 
but not the pie-eminence. To hear well is 
often as great a gift and grace as to preach 
well; and among tin* most honored at last will 
be toousauds who wear a weighty crown of 
glory, not because they preached, but heard 
well, the “glorious Gospel of the blessed 
God.” 
-- 
A HINT ON QUESTIONING. 
When a child wishes to get information, the 
questions be asks are generally very direct and 
simple. Teachers may Jearu much on the art 
of questioning by watching these characteris¬ 
tics, in the form nod language of the questions 
put by children eager to gain some new truth 
or interesting fact. It the scholar’s question 
is answered by another question from the 
teacher, the latter should he so framed as to 
lead the mind of tho scholar to poi’ceive the 
correct answer to his own Iriquiiy, or bo a clear 
and decided st ep toward the answer. A question 
in place of a reply should never be thrown back 
at the scholar, in a way to conTuso or vex his 
mind. A question book or a teacher that in¬ 
cludes the whole history of the Atonement in 
a question upon how God would treat the sin¬ 
ner refusing to repent, would show little com¬ 
mon-sense. Yet questions of a similar char¬ 
acter are frequently asked by the living teach¬ 
er, and sometimes found ia other creditable 
question books. Children love and are 
instructed by short, direct and clear questions 
presenting one point or calling for a single fact 
only —Sunday School World. 
THE BEST KING. 
At a missionary meeting on the Island of 
Raratonga, one of the Harvey group in the 
Pacific oceaD, an old man said“ l have lived 
duri- g the reign of four kings; in the first we 
were continually at war, and a fearful season 
it was—watching aDd biding in fear took up all 
our thoughts. During the reign of the second 
we were overtaken with a severe famiue, and 
all expected to perish; then we ate rats and 
giass, and this wood and that wood. During 
the third we were conquered, and became the 
spoil and prey of the people in the two other 
parts ol' the i-land; then if a mail went to fish 
lie iarely ever returned, or if a woman went 
any distance to fetch food she was seldom ever 
seen again. But during the reigil Of this third 
king we were visited by another King, a great 
King, a good King, a King of love—Jesus the 
Lord from heaven. He has gained the victory, 
he has conquered our hearts; therefore 
we now have peace aud plenty in this 
world, and hope soon to dwell with him in 
heaven.” 
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In addresses from man to man, hypocrisy io 
detestable. How much more so in addresses 
from man to God! 
