ing faster and faster and her voice more and 
more broken; “and there they bcoop him a 
grave; and there, without a shroud, they lay 
him down in that damp, reeking earth. The 
only son of a proud father, the only Idolized 
brother nf a fond sister. And he sleeps to-day 
In that distant country, with no stone to mark 
the spot. There he lies—my father's son—my 
own loved brother—a victim to tltfts deadly poi¬ 
son. Father—oh, my father!"— turning sudden¬ 
ly, while the tears rained down Iter beautiful 
cheeks—“ father, shall I drink it now?" 
The form of the old judge was convulsed with 
agony; he raised not his head, but In a smoth¬ 
ered voice he faltered —“No, no, my child — 
no 1" 
She lifted the glittering goblet and letting It 
suddenly fall to the floor, it was dashed in a 
thousand pieces. Many a tearful eye watched 
her movement, and instantaneously every wlne- 
gliss was transferred to the marble table on 
w ldch it had beeu prepared. Then, as she looked 
at the fragments of crystal, she turn ad to the 
company, saying, “ Let no friend hereafter, who 
loves me, tempt me to peril my soul for wine. 
Not firmer are the everlasting hills than my re¬ 
solve, God helping me, never to touch or taste 
the poison cup. And he to whom l have given 
my hand who watched over ray brother's dying 
form in that last solemn hour, and buried the 
dear wanderer there by the river, in that laud 
of gold—will, I trust, sustain me in that resolve. 
Will you not, my husband?” 
His glistening eye, his sad, sweet smile, was 
her answer. The judge left the room and when, 
an hour after, ho returned, and with a more 
subdued manner took part In the entertainment 
of the bridal guests, no one could fail to read 
that he, too, had determined to banish (lie 
enemy at once and forever from his princely 
home. 
Those who were present at that wedding can 
never forget the Impressions so solemnly made. 
Many from that hour renounced forever the 
social glass. 
his thrilling shrieks for life! mark how he 
clutches at the form of his companion, implor¬ 
ing to be saved! Oh! hear him nail piteously 
his father's name—see him twine bis fingers to¬ 
gether as he shrieks for his sister—ids only sis¬ 
ter—the twin of his soul—weeping for him in 
his distant native land. 
“See!” she exclaimed, while the bridal party 
shrank back, the uutastr-i wine trembling iu 
their faltering grasp and the judge fell over¬ 
powered upon hi 3 seat—“see 1 his arms are lifted 
to heaven—he prays, how wildly, for mercy t hot 
fever rushes through his veins. The friend bo- 
sidebim is weeping; awe-stricken the dark men 
move silently away and leave the living and 
dying together." 
There was a hush in that princely parlor, 
broken only by what seemed n smothered sol) 
from some manly bosom. The bride Btood yet 
upright, with quivering lip and tears stealing to 
the outwar d edge of her lashes. Her beautiful 
arm had lost Its tension and the glass, with its 
little troubled red waves, came slowly towards 
the range of her visloo. She spoke again—every 
lip was mute. Her voice was low, faint, yet 
awfully distinct; she still fixed her sorrowful 
glance upon the wine-cup. 
“ It in evening now ; the great white moon is 
coming up and his beams lay gently on hia fore¬ 
head. He moves not; his eyes are set in their 
sockets; dim are their piercing glances ; in vain 
his friend whispers the name of father and sis¬ 
ter-death is there. Death—and no soft hand, 
no gentle voice to bless and soothe him. His 
head sinks back—one convulsive shudder—he is 
dead!” 
A groan ran through the assembly. So vivid 
wus her description, so unearthly her look, so 
inspired her manner, that what sho described 
seemod actually to have taken place then and 
there. They noticed also that the bridegroom 
hid iiis face in Ids hands and was weeping. 
“ Dead!” she repeated again, her lips quiver- 
IN HAEVEST 
BY ALIQUA 
WITHERED FLOWERS, 
WHICH BLOOMKI) AGAIN 
lx the golden harvest weather 
Of a summer years ago. 
You and 1 sat here together, 
While the lilies, white as snow. 
Met the sunbeam’* kiss with pleasure, 
Tossed thoir fragrance on the breeze 
Giving sweets iqlavish measure 
To the roving honey bees. 
Now I sit alone In sorrow. 
Though the sky above is blue ; 
I can look to no glad morrow 
For the joy of meeting you. 
Grasses grow ahoye you sleeping. 
Bees go humming all the day 
In the lilies t hat arc keepiug 
Watch above your silent clay. 
Biudget’s head was half Inside the library 
door and half out, and Bridget’s clear voice 
penetrated the utmost corner as Bhe exclaimed : 
“ Yls, ma'am; and it's twice ivery week, 
ma'am, has the child beeu pickin' up the bits 
of Bowers and leaves and runnIn’ away wtd *om. 
And T sez to Mary. * Wouldn't you bo tailin’ the 
missis?’ ‘ What for,’ sez Mary, ’ would we be 
troublin' her ?’ But I was thinkin* about It by 
night, ma'am, and ft bothers mo; for whether 
it is a girl in boy's clot hes or boy iu girl’s clothes, 
it’s past my suyln’." 
The only occupant, of the library, Mrs. Bond, 
a pale, proud-looltlng woman, placed the book 
she was reading upon the table and looked at 
Bridget's rosy face framed In the doorway. 
“ Have you spoken to it ?” she asked. 
“Spake, is it? Why, the thing flies over the 
stops and out of the gate before you could 
whistle." 
“ 13 the child here now ?" asked the lady, with 
a regretful glance at tho closed hook. 
“It's just that i was throubled about," said 
Bridget, lowering her voice. “ H’b more nor 
two weeks since it came; and the holt of the 
gate is left drawn, for It ivery day. I was thinkin 
perhaps It was sick or took wid a terrible fever, 
for its two shoes were just fit to sift ooals iu.” „ 
When Mr. Bond returned, he said in a cheery 
way, “So you have a romance too, my dear. 
Bridget has been telling me of the straugo 
child.” 
“ Oh, yes," replied his wife, “ I had nearly for¬ 
gotten Bridget’s ' It.’ Wbat can he the child’s 
motive ?” 
"A wonderful taste for flowers, I suppose. 
You might catch the little 
I creature and help it.” 
The next morning at break¬ 
fast. Fred and Parker heard 
file story of tho shy visitor. 
Full of boyish curiosity, they 
ran to Bridget and Mary to 
learn more about the child. 
“ It's in blissed ignorance I 
am meself, young jlntlemen,” 
said Bridget. “ I only knows 
tho child eamo ns regular as 
you pla/.e, till a while since ; 
and on its legs wus bits of thin 
stockings, and a queer little 
“Was It a boy’s hat or a 
girl’s?” asked Fred, eagerly. 
“ And that's beyond me 
| knowin', Master Fred. It was 
turned up on tho side like, 
like yer own, only coarse and 
1 Parker teased Iiis father to 
buy him a pot of pansies for 
the little stranger; and Mrs. 
Bond promised to keep watch 
like a faithful sentinel. For 
YV ’ more titan a week the little 
pot of pansies stood in tho 
; \ dining-room; but the little 
* * \ ' stranger did not appear. Park- 
' er's interest began to abate ; 
^ \\u but Fred still declared he 
should find her. 
■ , i / t « It was a cold, raw Saturday 
, 1 1 1 I f [I * lliMv : afternoon in January, when 
■ !/Jj i' I ILAm 1 , Fred and Parker had grown 
w'/ tired of all games and were 
walking down Tremont street 
'//.JJjjjl on their way to their father's 
' office, that Fred espied a 
crowd or people looking in at 
tho window of a well-known 
,A. florist. “ Come on,” said Fred, 
<| “ lot’s see what’s up.” Parker 
' followed his brother and soon 
both boys were wedged in by 
people, all trying to get a 
Y glimpse of some rare plant on 
One by one the crowd dls- 
'■ parsed, and the boys pressed 
V nearer the window. “Park," 
\ whispered Fred In a quick, 
^ delighted tone, “ there’s tho 
* queer little hat’ next to the 
■•‘'Hi boy with a dog In his arms; 
let’s watch It close.” 
.'' jk “A girl, too!" said Parker, 
with a shadow of disappoint- 
moot. 
ill 11 Hus b ! she’ll hear you. 
’ Now, Park, wherever sho goes 
. we are to follow; father shan’t 
\v§ I laugh at us any more.” 
•'!W, The child seemed riveted to 
tb © spot. One by one the ou- 
rious went their way. but the 
child still gazed In the win- 
dow. Fred had been very busy 
A preparing a little speech; but 
Kw, ' every sentence vantahed as he 
KMraxv I saw ber walking rapidly away. 
With a quick step he stood by 
mSkn I her side and stammered out: 
“My mother has a pot of beau- 
tiful pansies for you. Will 
Golden days go trooping gaily. 
Weary uow they seem and long, 
Dull the buds that open daily, 
Sharp and shrill the wild bird's song; 
Fleecy clouds still on together 
Far across the sunny blue, 
While through nil the harvest woather 
I still dream of youth and you. 
THE BEIDAL WINE-OUP 
“Pledge with wine—pledge with wine,’’ 
cried the young and thoughtless Harvey Wood. 
“Pledge with wine,” rau through the bridal 
party. 
The beautiful bride grew pale—the decisive 
hour had come. She pressed her white hands 
together and the leaves of the 
bridal wreath trembled on her -m-r 
brow; her breath came quick¬ 
er and her heart beat wilder. 
“ Yes, Marlon, lay aBide your 
scruples for this once,” said ! 
the judge in a low tone, going 
towards his daughter; “the \ j\ 
company expect It. Do not 
so seriously Infringe the rules 
of etiquette; In your own av-j) 
home do as you please; but In 
mine, for this unce, please V ’'^ 0 - ' 
Every eye waa turned to- 
wards the bridal pair. Ma- 
rion’s principles were well 
known. Henry had been a 
convlvialist, but of late hla 
friends noticed the change in 
liia manners, tho dillcron'oe in 
iiis habits—and to-night they 
'watched him to see, as they I 
sneeringly said, if he was tied yji 
down to a woman’s opinion so 
soon. ACT 
Pouring a brimming cup, 
they held it with tempting v §& 
smiles toward Marlon. She \\ •' 3 
wus very pale, though more jL 
composed ; and tier !i a n q jid>. 
shook not us, smiling back, 
•ho gracefully accepted the 
crystal tempter ami raised it 
to her lips. But. scarcely had 
she done so when every hand 
was arrested by her piercing 
exclamation of “Oh! ii o w 
“ What is it?” cried one and 
all. thronging togetlier, for 
slip had slowly carried the 
glass at arm's length, and was - . 
fixedly n-g idling it a- though ’ *• "■’•j 
it were object. 
“Wait,” she answered, while PPHRK' 
a light which seemed inspired, 
(hone from her dark eyes, XU/Vm 
“ wait, and I will tell you. I 
see,” stic added, slowly, point- 
ingonu Jewelled finger at the 
sparkling ruby liquid —“a 
sight that beggars all descrip¬ 
tion ; and yet listen—I will 
paint it for you if I can. It is 
a lovely spot; tail mountains Kprw&pvW 
crowned svlth verdure rise in 
awful sublimity around ; a " 
river runs through, and bright i 
flowers grow to the water s 
edge. There Is a thick, warm a&j*-- ' 
mist, which the sun seeks 
vainly to pierce. Trees, lofty §3$feifeMKvff 
and beautiful, wave to the 
airy motion of the birds; but | Bft 
there a group of Indians gath- i'j^M W, i f 
er; they flit to and fro, with ” wE rWr-'^* 
something like Borrow upon ijSI f||" \ 
their dark brows. And In vWr? 
their midst lies a manly form rlli L .- 
—but his cheek how deathly, Hm 'Mgi&i gf *, 
his eye wild with the fitful fire 
of fever. One friend stands ■MSjjtjJ 
beside him—nay,I should say 
kneels, for see, he is pillowing 
that poor head upon his 
“Genius in ruins. Oh, the 
high, holy-looking brow! why .vlRTf n fre 
should death mark it, and ho j 
so young ? Look how lie 
throws back the damp curls 1 you come and get them ?’’ 
see him clasp his hands! hear THE T3EI.IIXA.Ij WINE * CTJIP. ^Do you mean me?” asked 
