WINTER  WAIFS, 
tue  uiammato  form  m  Ills  aims,  saying  to  the 
driver,  “No.  lOo  ArlUigtxin  Place.  Drive  tast,  and 
I  douhle  yoTir  faro.” 
“I  ivonder  If  she  will  die;  If  she  does  It  will 
seem  Illcc  a  just  rotrlbutioti  for  tliatother.  ’  Then 
a  tear  eanie  Into  the  eyes  and  fell  on  the  fair  face 
of  the  girl.  She  was  still  uncon.Mrlous,  bur,  a  mo¬ 
ment  after  anti  his  home  was  reachod. 
“  llEtr.N,  Pvt*  done  an  odd  thing  to-night;  plcic- 
I  cd  upn  Oman  on  the  streetand  brought  her  homo 
ulth  me:  the  why  and  wherefore  l  have  not  at,- 
tempied  to  analyse.  (Jet  lier  to  bed,  send  Pkank 
for  Dr.  (tUEV,  .and  then  let  its  have  dlmicr,  for  I 
.am  Imngr.v  as  a  wolf,  and  after  a  fashion  unnen'. 
ed.  How  long  Is  It  since— since  that  I  hue,  Hei.kn?” 
Mrs,  AisNor.n  was  not  a  young  woman,  imt  there 
was  a  look  in  her  sweet,  beaiillful  face,  tnat  age 
alone  h.ad  never  brought— a  look  that  told  of  s<iiue 
grief  that  had  been  wrought  by  her  own  hand¬ 
some  act  which  w;is  now  Irrotrliwable,  but  widch 
she  sought  to  .nionofor,  In  oveiy  thought  unrl  word 
and  deed.  8he  wa,s  a  pniud  woman,  but  now  her 
prldo  was  all  foigottcn,  aiid  her  voice  irembletl 
and  her  lips  quivereil  as  she  answered,  “  It  will  he 
ten  years  the  sixteenth  of  this  month,  Uarvkv 
dear;”  tlnui  hwltuUtiglj 
orders.  Ei.i.en  ivtll  remain  with  you,  and  you 
niay  bo  ussun'd  that  tvo  feel  a  deep  Interest  In 
your  welfare.  Good  night;  try  and  sleep.” 
‘•(jIvc  her  these  powders  cveiy  two  hours,”  .said 
the  doctor,  and  then  he  pitsscd  out  of  the  room. 
How  often  we  go  to  meet  our  fate  without  know¬ 
ing  II,.  The  things  we  look  for.  f,ho  s\Tecl,  antici¬ 
pations  of  life  slip,  oftentimes,  away  from  us,  one 
by  one.  We  know  not  where  they  have  gone,  or 
why,  but  Avo  do  know  that  where  there  wuis  lov 
THE  FACE  or  HATURE. 
As  maidens  who  have  nassed  their  rrime, 
As  beaubes  Avho  have  seen  1  heir  day, 
To  cover  up  the  traoks  ot  time 
And  hide  the  ruKsot  of  decay, 
Pnff  powder  o’er  their  la.led  ivscs. 
Those  ta'vny  traeci;  lluie  diseJoses ; 
So,  in  the  wanlag  of  Ihe  year. 
When,  ribbed  and  Arruikled,  brown  and  bare, 
Our  .Mother  Earth  feels  .age  draw  near, 
She  makes  her  face  with  snow-flakas  fair. 
lUanirr’g  Baiti) 
turned  to  claim  mo.  Ho  wma  very  honest,  telling 
me  plainly  t.hiit  his  father  had  erected  a  barrier 
botiveen  them  that  could  not  bn  broken  down  this 
side  tho  gro  ve.  Wo  wore  married  a  monlli  later, 
and  ho  brought  me  to  Phlludeiphla.  wlmro  wcAvero 
lotfc  to  light  Hie  battle  ol  life  aa  best  uc  could. 
I'wo  years  aflcr  a  baby  boy  came  to  mi.  hoav  glad 
arid  happy  I  was!  Fhed  wrote  to  Ida  rather,  hut 
aft, or  some  tinman  old  friend  sent  word  th.at  the 
family  hiul  gone  abroad  and  their  Avlicroabout,s 
wati  unknown.  My  baby  renuilued  only  ten 
mouths,  and  then  Gon  took  him.” 
Tho  girl’s  pyes  were  dim  with  tear’s,  and  her 
voice  failed  for  a  moment.  The  riguro  lu  the  chair 
boived  her  head  lower;  then  tho  stoi’y  went  on. 
“'I'hings  went  against  its  aftoi-  that  time.  My 
husb.inU  lost  his  position  and  1  could  iiot  old  him, 
my  health  was  so  w  retched.  One  night  he  camo 
homo  and  told  mo  that,  he  hud  received  an  offer  to 
go  West,  and  If  J  were  wllUrig  hcw'ouldgo  out 
there  flrst,  as  ho  did  not  want  to  take  mo  Into  a 
wliaerness.  in  a  month  ho  should  ho  back,  at  tho 
utmost.  Days  and  weeks  passed  on,  and  I  hoard 
nothing.  Aly  money  was  nearly  all  gom;,  so  f  tvas 
obliged  to  leavQ  tho  comfortable  boarding  placo 
whero  he  left  me  and  rent  a  little  i-oom  in  an  ob¬ 
scure  part  or  tho  city.  Then  r  tr  ied  to  ilnd  a  posi¬ 
tion  aa  aeam.stress,  but  no  ono  would  eiigugo  mo 
bccaitso  T  enmo  ivIthouL  any  ktml  of  recommenda¬ 
tions  and  r  had  no  friends  to  Avhom  I  might  appeal. 
Tavo  (lays  ago  l  heard,  in  an  Indlrcet  Avay,  Hint  if 
I  Avould  be  III  u.  cerGiln  plucc.  at  seven  o’clock  I 
might,  hear  something  of  my  hiisim  ncl,  it  was  my 
last  hope,  and  I  clung  to  Ir.ar,  [  have  to  Hio  only 
Hung  tii.af,  rofaslncd  my  wedding  ring.  I  wont 
and  Availed  for  more  than  an  hour,  but  ho  ouo 
came,  and  then  tho  knowledge  that  It  Avas  a  cruel 
piece  Of  deceit— may  Gon  forgive  the  author  of  It  I 
After  that  1  Avandered  up  the  street,  kuoAving  th.at 
unless  I  begged  I  must  stan-e.  j  asked  and  Ava.a 
refused.  Then  i  lemembered  uoHiliig  more  until 
I  opened  my  iiyea  In  t  his  room  and  f.nneled  I  w.as 
III  Paradise.  This  Is  nil  r  have  to  tell.” 
Mrs,  AKNoin’s  fi.i’e  had  gi'own  Avhiter  and 
AVhiter,  and  her  hn  mis  AA'ero  clasped  In  an  agonized 
iiuinncr,  HlioAvIng  that  she  Av.as  undergoing  soino 
terrible  suifering.  She  looked  up  full  m  the  glir,‘i 
BEA’OND  earth’s  frost. 
M  HERE  aro  the  flowers  ?  AA'hero  the  le.ivu«  .’ 
MTierc  tho  sweet  zcph>TS'  gentle  breath  f 
AVhere  mellowed  friiitM  anil  polden  plic.ave«? 
Dead,  dead ;  all  icy  Ijoniid  in  death  ! 
Is  Love,  ti)o.  dead  ,*  lienee,  needless  pain  !  , 
Eoat)  only  slrepg  to  wake  again. 
LoA’e  dead  ?  Ah  no,  not  so  with  Loa-o  ! 
Love  only  tUca  to  llA-e  above.  f/Jn n l»  Graham 
LOAE  lasts  TIlliOUOH  MEARON8’  CHAXOE. 
Oh,  AA’hat  If  the  snows  are  white  and  cold, 
And  tho  RUinmrr’a  bloom  is  over ! 
O,  what  if  the  roses  bliisb  no  more, 
And  the  frost  ha«  killed  the  clover ! 
Let  us  turn  to  the  Avlntor  a  smUing  face 
And  welcome  tlio  pale  new-comer 
Isn’t  love  as  deep,  isn’t  life  as  sweet. 
As  It  Avaa  in  the  by  .gone  snrumcr  f 
maryF.  milUim.i. 
Avhy,  have  you  broken 
the  silence  to-night?” 
“I  hardly  knoAv,  but  If  he  Avere  notdciul,  I  should 
bellOA'c  that  In  nome  Avay  ncAvs  was  coining  to  u.s 
of  onr  lost  one.s;  yes,  Mh,  Hei.ks— after  all  the, so 
yeare.” 
An  hour  later  a  servant  entered  the  room,  and 
announced  ••  Dr.  Grey.”  Mr.  Arnold  rose  to  meet 
him,  Avhlle  his  AAlfe  c-xtended  her  hand,  Avltli. 
“  Well,  Doctor,  tee  are-  not  In  need  of  your  services, 
but  Harvev  has  concluded  to  open  a  hospital  for 
the  poor,  aged  and  Inflmi,  and  has  desired  to  ol> 
talu  your  n.s.sLstnnoe  na  head  physician- Avith  an 
opening  ca.se  up  stairs.” 
“Mrs.  Arnold,  I  Avnlt  your  pleasure,  refusing 
for  the  present  all  tho  hospliullty  you  ofTer  here 
beloAA'." 
Speaking  lu  tho  pleaaanl.,  gracious  manner  that 
jieople  UB(!  Avhen  iierformlng  uiiy  act  of  charity 
BY  A  new  CONTRIBOTOB. 
It  Avas  a  cold,  dreary  night  without.  The  wind 
blew  In  Avlld,  heavy  gusts,  aa  though  It  reigned  a, 
king.  Afen  hurried  on,  Avlth  heads  bOAved  and 
thrust  fonv,in:l  toeiit  their  way  through  tho  Ktorni ; 
little  children  alunkuudertho protecting  .slmdOAvs 
of  doonyays  and  mieh  rude  Hhelt,ei’  aa  could  be 
found;  Avhlle  poor,  Avretched  Avomen  braved  the 
horror  of  Hint  terrible  night,  from  dire  necessity. 
One  among  them — n  pale-faced  crouture,  avihi  a 
look  of  mortal  terror  In  her  countenance,  andAviio 
Bcomed  to  hAA'c  known  more  cheery  tlmi's _ lifted 
Mrs,  Arnold  afarted  fi^rAA-ard :  “What  did  you 
say— Grace  Arnold?  Why  •”  and  then  she 
stopped,  saying  only,  “go  on,  I  am  Listening.” 
“I  was  only  llfCeen  when  1  married,  and  I  luul 
never  knoAvn  trouble.  Father  aiKl  mother  denied 
Hicmselve.s  many  comforis  In  order  that  i  might 
be  educated.  'I’hey  AVi’re  so  good  to  me— t  aking  all 
the  rain  of  life  and  leaving  me  the  sunshine.  One 
summer,  Avhen  r  ciimo  home  to  (lass  my  vaeallon, 
1  met  Fred  .Aknold,  nnd.'^ion  I  Ciini'j  to  love  him, 
to  long  for  hl.s  presence,  to  miss  hl.s  pleasant  words 
and  little  attentions.  Thu  Idea  of  marrying  him 
used  to  cross  my  mind  from  tlmo  to  time,  but  r 
lived  too  entirely  In  the  present  for  It  to  prove  a 
Houree  of  an.'tlety. 
“  At  lost^l  remember  tUo  time  so  Aveil— he  told 
me  that  he  mmst  go  aAvay,  but  before  he  went 
there  Avas  a  story  he  must  tell  me,  ami  my  an.SAvor 
would  luilueiiuo  liLs  Avhole  future  for  or  woi*. 
IIoav  sAVoetly  the  blwls  sang  that  day ;  how  frag- 
nuit  the  rioAvers  Avero;  but  none  of  the  iirecious 
glflH  of  nature  Avere  to  be  compared  with  tills 
great  benlson  of  love  that  h-ad  como  doAvulntomy 
life.  Then  ho  told  mo  all  about  himself.  Ills 
“Grace,  darling,  l  Iuia'o 
I'T.rned  to  believe  in  the 
cMopcnsationo  of  lire,  j 
10  light  you  cverj'Avherc, 
but  no  one  kiicAv  any¬ 
thing  about  you,  and  at 
last  1  Avent  back,  having 
nothing  because  i  iiad 
lost  you.  Little  did  i 
liilnk  In  tho  far-liaek 
days  that  my  little  wife 
AA  OuId  bring  mo  back  to 
my  kindred,  Out  of  the 
yiorin.” 
ershad  done,  suddenly 
out  of  Ida  memory  crept 
theword.s,  “  Inasmuch  as 
j’e  have  done  It  unto  one 
of  theso  ye  have  done  it 
unto  me.” 
Back  through  the  rain 
and  slush  ho  made  his 
Avay  to  find  something 
burled  under  a  heap  of 
clothes.  Ho  touched  It, 
but  there  Ava.H  no  move¬ 
ment;  he  spoke  and  H  ied 
to  push  a  bank  note  into 
the  open  ham],  but  the 
Avomau  lay  Avhere  she 
had  fallen  aj)  parent  ly 
dead. 
“  What  a  bnito  1  have 
been !  Hoav  could  I  have 
foigotteu  so  soon .'”  lie 
spoke  aloud,  and  the  only 
ansAver  he  had  Avaa  from 
the  wind  and  rain.  A  po¬ 
liceman  passing  on  his 
round  Avas  hulled,  a  car¬ 
riage  caUed,  and  he  lifted 
MTiat  a  glorlou.s  Avorid 
this  would  bo  if  all  lus 
Inhabit, ants  could  say 
'A  IHi  Bhukspcarc's  Shep¬ 
herd,  “Sir,  1  um  a  tiuo 
laborer.  I  earn  Aviiat  I 
Avear.  lOAvenomanhate, 
envy  no  man’s  happiness, 
h'ladol  other  men’s  good, 
coni.ent  Avith  my  farm.” 
Words  before  blows. 
Idle  Avords  are  fast  In 
groAvth. 
.\o  legacy  Ls  so  rich  as 
honesty. 
Manv  men  ha\’e  more 
hair  than  aaH. 
The  einpt  y  vessel  makes 
the  greatest  sound. 
GEN,  ISRAEL  PUTNAM, 
EVENTS  IN  HIS  LIFE  ILLUSTRATED 
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