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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
AUG. 21 
the girl, turning her largo eyes full on Fred's 
face. 
“ Yes,” said Fred. “Somebody saw you get 
flowers in our yard, aud we thought—my broth¬ 
er thought you might like some fresh ones; 
they have been waiting for you over so long.” 
Just then Parker whistled; but Fied walked 
on by the girl's side. 
“And you live In that handsome house?” 
asked the girl. 
“ Yes,” said Fred. “ Won’t you come up now 
and get your flowers?" 
“It is all like a nice dream,” said the girl, 
with a low laugh. “It’s beautiful, and so kind 
In you ! But I can’t go now; I must run home 
and make my model, before I forget.” 
“ The flower yoiiBaw?” asked Fred, remem¬ 
bering her keen looks and abstraction at the 
window. 
“ Yea, that dear darling. And perhaps It wl,l 
sell well; and then mother—I have a mother, 
too,” she said brightly, checking her thoughts. 
“May I go to see her?” asked Fred, at the 
same time beckoning to Parker. 
“ If you will," said the girl. “She Is niy saint; 
but It’s a poor place for saints whore we live.” 
On, on, she went, so fast the boys did not 
wonder plump Bridget could not overtake her 
—on and on, until she turned the corner and 
nodded for them to follow; then on, still on, 
until another corner was reached and she darted 
down another street and Into an open doorway, 
near a little store. 
Both boys followed the girl into a room at 
the back of the house on the lower floor. It 
was a large tenement house, of the neglected 
sort; but the room where the girl entered was 
neat and tidy. 
I n a chair by a low window, sat a pale woman 
with her hands lying helpless in her lap. The 
girl ran up to her and gave her a kiss, asking 
two or three questions in a breath—* 1 Was I gone 
long, dearie? Did you need me'? Has anybody 
been bore?” 
The lady smiled a little and said, “ You have 
forgotten to introduce your friends.” 
“ I don’t know how,”said tbegtrl, with a mis¬ 
chievous glance at the bay*. " They are gontlo- 
ineu whose mother has a pot of pansies for me; 
and that is all I know. Won't you talk to them 
while I arrange my model of the dearest, love¬ 
liest. flowers in the world?” 
Fred laughed, and so did the glrl'B mother. 
“ My name Is Fred Bond nod this is my brother 
Parker. This young lady used to gather the bits 
of flower* my mother threw out and we have 
been trying to find her and give her some fresh 
one#." 
“ You are very kind, very kind.” 
“That’s right, dearie,” called the girl from 
her seat at a little table, where she was working 
at her design. “8ay all the pretty things you 
can think of, to pay for the leaves and things I 
havo found in their back yard.” 
Her mother went on: “ My poor hands havo 
been useless since Harry died, and this brave 
little woman makes and sells wax floworB and 
leaves for us. She has a wonderful gift and her 
flowers sell well; only the man In the store pays 
her too little for them." 
" Was Harry your boy?” asked Fred. 
“ Yes doar my good, manly boy. He worked 
hsrd for us and denied himself proper food; 
growing boys noed a groat deal, you know, and 
Harry coulc* not get it. Ah! when the fever 
came It conquered him.” 
“ Don’t mind,” said the girl, looking up at the 
boys through her tears. “ She seldom sees hoys 
now, and It made her think of him. We don’t 
know how to live without him; but we must, 
and Ood will help us. Somehow mother feels 
that and knows she is my pride and comfort." 
“I wish,” 6aid Parker, "you would Jot us 
bring our mother to see you. 1 know you will 
like her, and she spends lots of money on flow- 
era.” 
“If she wishes to come, after—Lucia, dear, 
some one knocked,” said the girl’s mother. 
Lucia ran to open the door and there stood 
Mr. Bond. 
“ How did you And us, father ?” asked Fred. 
“ Why, i met. Mr. Proctor just now, and he 
was curious to know where my boys were going 
to. He had been down here, Jookingafter some 
repairs on one of his houses, and lie saw you 
enter this door. Now, boys, do you talk with 
this young lady a few moments while I ask her 
mother somethlog about the picture on the 
opposite wall. Il l mistake not, 1 have its mate 
at home.” 
While Lucia instructed the boys, in a general 
way, about “wire stems” and "rolling wax,” 
Mr. Bond learned for the first time the fate of 
his old classmate, “ Doc Dinsraore,” and the 
father of Lucia. 
It was some time Vefore all the story was 
told ; and, Jong before it ended, Lucia was back 
in her old place by her mother's side, and the 
boys were loaning against their father, listening 
intently. Mr, Bond soon told his portion of it 
and, brief as it was, even the children saw how 
tenderly he had loved his friend and how pre¬ 
cious the memory of the " old Harvard days” 
wore. 
“1 never saw him,” said Mr. Bond, “after 
your little Harry was born. He wrote me about 
his charming wife and boy, and said he was 
going West to make a fortune for them. I bade 
him * God-speed,' and have never heard a word 
after th it.” 
“ He wrote you several times,” said the widow. 
“I think he never gave up the pleasant hope 
and dally expectation of a letter. I came hero 
at his request, after we had lost all there ; and 
a new grief came to us at once. My brother, the 
only relative I had, died in Roxbury the week 
after my arrival. Then Harry was taken, and 
we were left as you find us to-day.” 
“Was there nothing left of his property- 
nothing to keep the wife of my old friend above 
want?" 
“He thought so, 1 am sure," said the poor 
woman. “ But I was very ill after bis death; 
arid, when I did recover, the lawyer gave me 
J300, telling me it was ail he could save from 
the wreck.” 
After chatting for an hour, Fred reminded his 
father that dinner would wait for them ; and 
that gentleman rose to leave, full of vague plans 
for helping the sorrowing woman, and uncertain 
as to the best course to pursue. Fred's wit 
helped him out of bis dilemma. 
“ Come here, father, and see these lovely pas¬ 
sion flowers: I want you to buy them for moth¬ 
er. She paid $10 for the maplo leaves in the li¬ 
brary; and they are not half as pretty.” 
“ Will you sell them, Lucia?" 
“ I niado them to sell, sir; but I would like to 
give them to your wife, sh you were papa’s 
friend." 
"That is it. Well, well,some day you shall 
make n bud or two expressly for her. But ‘ these 
were made to selland your papa’s friend 
would like to he the purchaser." 
lie gave tier $15 for the spray and begged her 
to fasten them securely in a box or his rogues 
would have them in fragments before he reach¬ 
ed home. 
All the way home their heads were full of 
plans for helping Lucia and her mother. At 
dinner Mro. Bond heard the subject discussed 
until she was not only curious but anxious to 
see the maker of the beautiful flowers her hus¬ 
band h id brought her. 
The next morning, soon after breakfast, Mrs. 
Bond paid a visit to the widow and. after a long 
call, she Trent away, saying to herself, “ But for 
Clod's mercy I might be in her place; and she Is 
gentle, patient, hopeful. I have learned some¬ 
thing to-day." 
“ Well, ray dear,” said Mr.Bond, lu bis cheery 
tone, “ how shall we help the Diiismorcs?" 
“ Harvey,"said Ills wife, turning the diamond 
on her finger restlessly, “ would you t hink It 
wise to bring Mrs. Dlnsmore here, that we may 
have the best medical aid for her? The child 
could not be taken from her mother; and I am 
sure It would bo a good thing for the boys to 
have a girl In the house. That, proud little 
Lucia can give me lessons in wax-work if she 
likes. What do you tldnk. Harvey ?" 
For an answer, Harvey Bond crossed the room 
and held the handsome face of his wife between 
his hands. 
"I think, little woman, that, the God of the 
widow and fatherless will bless you for this, 
even us I in my poor way do now.” 
It was all settled at last. Lucia and her 
mother wont to the Bonds for a visit, while the 
invalid was hofng treated for her spina) trouble, 
and at the end of six months Mrs. Bond begged 
her to “remain always, and he to her the sister 
she needed.” 
“Aunty Dinsnure” is a bright blessing to 
them all. Mr. Bond has discovered a bit of 
trickery In the settlement of his friend’s estate, 
and his keen business eyes will make the most 
of it.—0/4 and New. 
-- 
HOW HE WON HER. 
A young couple were occupyiug a rustic seat 
in Union Park, one evening lately, and from the 
expression of the masculine representative's 
face, It was evident fcha'; lie was "a goner” 
drifted, as it were, over t he great pyschologioal 
Niagara of uffecti m and was even thou being 
dizzily whirled about In the frothy whirlpool of 
sentiment. The swi aiming swans had no charm 
for him; the oagles were us nothing; and he 
did not even notice the big white bear. 
“Oh, do be mine,” he said, attempting to 
draw' her a little nearer his end of the seat. 
She made herself rigid and heaved a sigh. 
“1’ilbeagood man aud give up all my bad 
habits,” he urged. 
No reply. 
“I’ll never drink another drop,” he contin¬ 
ued. 
Still unrelenting sat the object of his adora¬ 
tion. 
“And give up chewing-” 
No response. 
“And smoking-” 
Cold as ever. 
“ And join the church-" 
She only shook her head. 
“ And give you a diamond engagement ring," 
he added. In desperation. 
Then I,lie inaldep lifted her drooping eyes to 
his and, leaning her frizzes on his shoulder, 
tremblingly murmured Into hla ravished ear; 
“ Oh, Edward, you—yon are bo good!” 
Aud t here they sat, and sat, until the Boft arms 
Of night—that dusky nurse of the world—had 
folded them from sight, pondering, planning, 
thinking—she of the diamond ring and he of 
how on earth he was to get it. 
-♦♦♦- 
A Man is known to his dog by the smell—to 
the tailor by the coat—to his friend by the 
smile; each of these know him, but how little 
or how much depends upon the dignity of the 
Intelligence. That which is truly and indeed 
characteristic of the man is known only to God. 
—Rvshin, 
• -- 
Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how 
dearly we are in the habit of paying for its 
ounterfeit .—Hnsca Ballou. 
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BETTER THAN GOLD. 
Better than grandeur, better than gold. 
Than rank and title a thousand fold. 
Is a healthy body, n mind at ease. 
And simple pleasures that always please; 
A heart that can feel for a neighbor's woo 
And share hie Joys with a gcnlnl glow; 
With sympathies large enough to enfold 
All men ns brothers, Is hettor than gold. 
Retter than gold Is a conscience clear. 
Though tolling for bread In an hnmble sphere: 
Doubly blessed with content and health. 
Untried by the lust of cares or wealth. 
Lowly living and lofty thought 
Adorn and ennoble a poor mnn’s cot; 
For man and morals, or Nature’s plnn. 
Are the gennino tost uf a gentleman. 
Better than gold Is tho sweet, repose 
Of tho sons of toll when their labors close; 
Better than gold is the poor man’s sleep, 
And the balm that drops on his slumbers deep. 
Brine sleeping draughts to the downy bed, 
Where luxury pillows his aching head; 
His «implor oplnte labor deems 
A shorter road to the land of dreams. 
Better than gold la a thinking mind 
That In the realm of books can find 
A treasure surpassing Australian ore. 
And live with the great and good of yore. 
The sage’s lore and the poet’s lay. 
The glories of empires pass away ; 
Tho world’s great drama will thus unfold 
And yield a pleasure better than gold. 
Better than gold Is a peaceful home, 
Whore all the fireside charities come: 
The shrine of love and the heaven of life. 
Hallowed by mother, or sister, or wife. 
However liutnMc the home may be. 
Or tried by sorrow with Heaven's decree. 
The blessings that never were bought or sold, 
And center there, are better than gold. 
SUPREMACY OF LOVE. 
For six thousand years God has been lifting 
the world up toward tho realization of love. 
He has been tempering the spirit of nations. 
The old Idea that “might Is right,” has been 
fadlog away In the atmosphere of love. Arbi¬ 
tration Is substituted for the spirit of war. He 
has been correcting the church, and attuning 
its various discordant sects to the key of love. 
He has been bringing up Individual human 
nature. Many have entered luto the experience 
of perfect love; many more are entering. 
Slowly some of these elements are rising; 
more rapidly others; but one day, all will be up. 
Then will be brought to pass the prediction of 
Isaiah: 
“The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, 
and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; 
and tho calf aud the young lion and the fatllng 
together; and a little child shall lead them. 
And the cow and the bear shall feed, and their 
young oneB shall lie down together; and 1 he 
lion shall eat straw like the ox. And the suck¬ 
ing child shall play on the hole of the asp, and 
the weaned child shall put his hand on the 
cockatrice den. They Bhall not hurt nor de¬ 
stroy In all my holy mountain ; for the earth 
shall be full of the knowledge of the Lord, as 
the waters cover the sea." 
What a picture of concord ! Tho story Is told 
of Meudelssohn, that when a lioy he was so pro¬ 
ficient In music that ho seemed to Inspire an 
Instrument whenever his fingers touched it. 
On one aceaaion hla father took him to an old 
Cathedral, and in the Interim of service, con¬ 
ducted him to the organ loft aud sat him upon 
the seat of the organist. After Instructing 
him in the use of the stops and pedals, he 
pumped the bellows while the boy played. 
Such music had never before been produced 
upon that organ. The monks from the adjoin¬ 
ing monastery came in, one by one, and as¬ 
cended to the top of the stairway. On reachlag 
this point they were held spell-bound. 
Well, when the day comes that the world 
shall be attuned to love, and God shall run his 
fingers along the key-board, as he is ever doing 
in his providence,—no more shall the harsh 
notes of dlsdord be heard; but from the old op- 
gan of human nature shall go forth music bo 
sweet that the angels and all tho hierarchy of 
heaven will hasten to the confines of this 
world and stand enraptured by the complete¬ 
ness and richness of the harmony. 
“He which testlfleth these things salth, 
* Surely 1 come quickly: Amen. Even bo come, 
Lord Jesus.’ ”— O. T. Weaver. 
-- 
WHAT IS THE BIBLE LIKE? 
It is like a large, beautiful tree, which bears 
sweet fruit for those that are hungry, and 
affords shelter and shade for pilgrims on their 
way to the kingdom of heaven. 
Tt Is like a cabinet of jewels and precious 
stoues, which are not only'to be looked at and 
admired, but used and worn. 
It Is like a telescope, which brings distant ob¬ 
jects and far-off things of the world very near, 
bo that we can see something of their beauty 
and Importance. 
It is like a treasure-house—a store-house of 
all aorta of valuable aud useful things, and 
which are to be had without money and with¬ 
out price. 
It fs like a deep, broad, calm, flowing river, 
the banks of which are green and flowery, 
where birds sing and lambs play, and dear 
little children are loving and happy.—The 
Well-Spring. 
