OORE’S  RURAL  i>JEW-YORKER. 
GOING  HOME. 
The  way  Is  long,  my  darling. 
The  road  is  rongh  and  steei'. 
And  fafrt  across  the  evening  sky 
I  see  the  shadows  sweep. 
But,  oh,  mj’  love,  my  darUug, 
Ko  ill  lo  us  can  come. 
Nor  terror  turn  us  from  our  path. 
For  wr.  are  going  home. 
Your  feet  are  tired,  my  darling  - 
So  tired,  the  tender  feet ; 
But  think,  when  •wc  arc  there  at  lost. 
How  sweet  to  rest !  how  sweet ! 
For  lo :  the  lamps  are  lighted. 
And  yonder  gleaming  dome. 
Before  ua  shining  like  a  star, 
Shall  guide  our  footstope  home. 
We'we  lost  the  flowers  we.  gathered 
So  early  In  the  mom ; 
And  on  wc  gn  wlOi  empty  hands. 
And  gunueilta  soiled  and  worn. 
But,  oh,  the  great  AU-Fathor 
Will  out  to  meet  us  come. 
And  fairer  flowers  and  whiter  robes 
There  wait  for  us  at  home. 
Art  cold,  nu'  love,  and  famished  ? 
Art  faint  and  sore  athirst  ? 
Be  patient  j'ct  a  little  while, 
And  joyous  as  at  first. 
For,  oh,  the  sun  seta  never 
Within  that  land  of  bloom. 
And  thoii.  Shalt  Mt  the  bread  of  life 
And  drink  life’s  wine  at  home. 
The  wind  blows  cold,  my  darling, 
Adown  the  mountain  steep. 
And  thick  across  the  evening  aky 
The  darkling  shadows  creep ; 
But,  oh.  my  love,  press  onward. 
Whatever  trials  come, 
For  in  the  way  the  Father  set 
W’e  two  arc  going  home. 
®l)c  ^toni-JfUfr. 
O  O 
VALENTINE’S  DAY, 
AND  WHAT  IT  BROUGHT  TO  LENORE. 
BY  MARY  D.  BKIN'E, 
It  w.'is  Valentine’s  Day,  and  the  postman  who 
stood  with  a  budget  of  dainty  tnls-slves  at  the  door 
of  No.  49 - istv.  Improved  the  moinonUs  of  walb- 
ing  for  rtspoDHO  to  hLs  ring,  by  glancing  across  the 
way  at  No.  4S,  and  pitjiug  the  lovely  Dgiire  ho  ,  |,g  ^ 
never  failed  to  notice,  day  after  day.  in  the 
siine  seat,  the  same  weary  altitude,  and  _ 
with  her  pain,  sad  face  alwaj's  bowed  over  N"' 
that  cndlc.s.s  sUhdilng.  “No  valentines  for  'W'aV;- 
the  Ukc.H  of  her,  ’titln't  likely,"  he  thought,  \ 
•‘and  slie  so  pretty  lookin’  too!"  and  then  .%\/ 
Ills  attention  wa.s  enlled  back  to  duly  by  V'  V'  / 
bright  little  KrKiB  Waters  herself,  who  "'4^1 
came  to  the  door  and  received  her  own  let-  V  V  / 
ters,  laughing  merrily  at  tho  pile  the  carrier  /  I 
put  Into  her  eager  h  inds.  llvV  // 
The  face  .It  the  opposite  window  turned  M/  ' 
towards  Effik  for  Just  one  moment,  and  a  #/  / 
jialr  of  wist  fill  d.s  rk  eyes  noted  the  budgel.nt  ^  I  I 
valentines  and  letters  faJl''n  to  the  merry  j 
hcUc's  lot,  but  nolKHty  was  near  enough  to  \ 
hear  I  he  faint  Mgh  which  Lrxorf.  DK  WoM-  ^  ^ 
could  not  restmln, or  to  note  the  quick  teirs  \w 
which  sprang  to  eyes  u.sually  too  proud  to  ^  . 
weep.  But  It  was  only  for  a  moment;  then. 
aa  the  postman  hurried  on,  and  the  seam- 
stress  knew  he  had  nothing  for  her.  she  took 
up  her  sewing  again  and  the  tears  were  dried 
once  more, 
“  Maybe  111  have  one  for  her  next  round." 
thought  the  letter  carrier,  afirrhehad  taken 
a  parting  glance  at  the  window  of  No.  4«. 
And  Indeed  for  a  whole  yen  r  he  had  wished  'aj 
the  same  kind  wlsli.  but  vainly,  since,  al- 
though  there  were  plcnlj'-of  letters  for 
Ckaio,  with  now  and  then  one  for  iho  moth-  M*: 
er,  and,  I  regret  to  say,  an  occasional  dunnu 
a  postal  card  for  the  master  of  tho  house, 
yet  nothing  had  ever  come  addressed  to  M  Iss 
Lknore  de  Wolf.  (The  postman  knew  her 
name,  for  Bkidokt  had  told  him,)— and  tho 
honest  carrier’s  heart  had  learned  to  pity 
and  sympathize  with  the  lovely  youngseam-  i 
stress— he  knew'  her  position  In  the  family 
too.  thank-s  to  Bridoet's  commutUcativene&s. 
Once,  ashe  pa.s8ed  the  house,  the  frontdoor 
opened  and  a  swee.t  voice  aslced,  “  Are  you  BtiiWMa 
6Hr«  you  have  nothing  for  MLss  dk  Wolf, 
sir  7 "  A  nd  the  postman  recognized  the  sweet, 
pale  face,  and  wlsheit  In  his  heart  he  coiild 
have  .answered  Yes.  But  he  only  fdiook  his 
head  and  then,  us  he  said  to  hlmselt,  "  for  a 
bit  of  encouragement"— “Jlaybc  I  ralgiu 
bring  It  on  the  next  roimd,  miss."  That  was 
the  only  time  she  had  addressed  him.  and 
since  then,  a  year  ago,  he  had  never  seen 
her  even  turn  her  head  w’hen  he  gave  his 
usual  postman's  call  In  the  street. 
Poor  Lbnobk  !  she  had  indeed  grown  weary 
of  expecting  that  which  never  came,  and  on 
this  day.  for  tlie  flrst  time  since  despair  had 
entwined  her  heart,  she  cnvtefl  her  pretty 
opposite  neighbor  her  pile  of  letteiu  W'eli,  % 
at  least  she  could  read  ov'er,  T\1th  memory’s  , 
ald,  certain  letters  of  “  long  ago,"  and  recall 
the  dear  past  joys  that  lived  when  she  lived  ' ' 
her  other  life— when  slie  was  not  Lerokb  de 
W’OLT,  the sesamstress  In  Mnv  CkaiqIs  f«mll.y.  '  — 
but  Miss  de  Wolf,  the  holxesB  and  only  child 
of  her  widowed  mother.  Aflss  Craio— upon 
whose  ball  dress  Lbvosk  was  now'  sewing, 
pricking  her  small  white  finger,  and  weari  ng 
out  her  brave,  dark  eyes,  while  the  young 
mistre&s  herself  sat  Intlie parlor hclowre.'id- 
Ing  t.ho  Kxrost  novel— imagined  her  ‘father’s  home 
to  be  very  fine  and  grand-  And  so  it  was— .is  fair 
and  grand  a.s  the  wealthy  shoemaker  could  make 
It  by  continued  Industry  In  his  business.  But  Le- 
NOKE  remembered— and  tho  remembrance  was  so 
strong  as  to  make  It.  bard  a  I  un.v  time  hi  bear  with 
patience  Miss  Cii-vm's  smiles  atnl  itLsolent,  bearing 
towanLi  the  young  dependant -.a  spacious  ma  trslon 
whose  loflj  rooms  had  echoed  to  the  It  ugh  of  high¬ 
born  ladles  and  gentlemen,  her  own  laugh  the 
gayest  among  them  all.  .she  could  shut  her  Ured 
eyes  and  see  W  ith  meuLil  vision  the  grand  Kplnil 
staliv.ise,  up  and  itown  which  ran  lightly  the  deli¬ 
cate  fcc(,  of  ni  a  Kh  us  who  would  have  scorned  to 
count  a  shoemaker's  daughter  as  one  ot  "theh- 
set."  She  could  see  the  walls  ot  this  line  old  man¬ 
sion  hung  with  porlniUs,  ancient  and  moth  rn.  of 
genernllons  gone  and  those  yet  on  earrh,  Sho 
could  SCO  n-s  Hint  la.st  beheld  them  the  noble  works 
of  distinguished  sculptors,  the  statuaiy  which 
gleamed  In  marble  whltcnesf  from  evciy  sllken- 
draped  alcove.  Stic  could  hear  the  grand  chonls 
of  music,  the  throbbing,  pulsating  music  to  which 
guests  were  moving  gracefully;  and  again  her 
own  lieurt  throbbed,  as  It  had  throbtied  that  last 
time  to  the  swolHug  strnln.sorthevKl.se  ime  h,id 
shared  with  her.  'Hiere  came  before  her  the 
noble  face  ot  her  mother,  the  Ulgti-born  mistress 
ot  this  grand  old  home;  and  Lksokf-  remembered 
a  portrait  which  hung  In  her  molher'a  chaniber, 
her  father’s  portrait-  and  all  ot  that  father  her 
young  eyas  had  ever  seen. 
So  long,  80  very  long  ago  it  was,  since  this  snd 
dreamer  and  that  llghf^hearted  maiden  were  one. 
How  did  It  happen  that  with  the  auddtm  death  of 
her  mother  the  property  took  to  It-sclt  wings  and 
flew  beyond  tho  orphan's  reach?  Ah  I  no  one 
!  knows,  How  do  strange  things  always  happen? 
Enough  for  Lk.noue  to  know  tJiat  not  only  was  she 
•  orphaned  and  poverty  stricken,  but  her  heiirt  wa.s 
also  robbed  of  the  Iiapplmiss  which  love  had  .given, 
and  o/u!,  the  favored  suitor  of  all  W'hol-uidb-uedlief 
in  vain,  was  lost  to  her  forever;  and  tho  desolate 
girl,  too  proud  to  depend  upon  friends  w'ho  knew 
her  In  better  (lays,  was  glad  to  cross  the  watcra  nd 
And  shelter  In  a  strange  land  for  her  wounded 
prldo  and  bieaklng  liearU 
And  tlin.s  it  had  come  to  puss  that  Lenokk  pe 
M'olp,  the  once  favored  of  fortune,  became  simiily 
Mrs.  CRAfoV  seam.strcss. 
“Dora  tho  line  embroidery,  you  know,  and  orna¬ 
mental  Tvork,"  explains  Mrs.  craio  toherlntlmato 
friend.  “I  shouldn’t  wonder  If  she  had  seen  better 
days;  she  has  realty  quiic  an  air  aDout  her,  and 
moves  about  my  house  quite  as  If  she  had  lived  aa 
well  iilllier  days.  It  really  lunusea  us  to  watch 
the  ,glri:"  Ah,  Mrs.  (kaki;  It  Is  well  for  your 
!  complacency  that  you  cannot  enter  Into  Lenore’s 
day  dreams. 
■  Five  years  la  It  since  Iho  seamstress  left  her 
native  land  to  seek  a  home  among  strangers.  Yes, 
'  Lbnork  remcmbei's  that  after  her  mother’s  death, 
while  yet  the  iciirs  of  grief  were  upon  her  cheeks, 
nud  even  as  she  longed  for  tho  retui  n  ot  her  lover 
from  some  distant  city  that  he  might  corn  tort  her 
la  her  ;imicLlon  and  help  her  to  laugh  toscornthc 
lossot  licr  wealth  lo !  them  came  but  these  words 
from  him  laslcad; 
■' Farewell.  l.ENORK.  I  forgive  Ihee  beruusoso 
triil.v  1  have  loved  thee,  my  own!  Ilcucclortli 
IlE.sKi  shall  be  dead  to  tbee — have  thou  no  fear!’’ 
Only  these  lines  and  tho  itaper  containing  them 
was  bllsterod  a.s  though  the  writer's  heart  harl 
suHered  In  Its  pain  a  teai-  to  fall  upon  his  “  f.ins 
well.”  And  since  then  Lknoke's  Iii'art  had  never 
ceiLsed  il-s  questioning  of  f.itc.  ••  li  Ay  had  hcriovf 
sent  her  so  strange  a  note  ?  ilVwf  had  she  done? 
.And,  oh  Gor>!  Wim  would  her  ownlalthriilnessbc 
made  known  to  him  who  had  nevei'  .since  that 
cruel  time  been  heard  from?"  That  somebody 
had  plotted  mischief  bdween  them  she  now  had 
little  doubt;  but  If  ever  on  this  earth  they  might 
meet  again— ah  :  how  could  she  know* 
.\nd  so  the  weary  days  had  pa;vied.  Lenokk 
made  a  few  frlcnd.s  in  this  land  of  strangers  and 
malnhilned  henicir  rcHpectably,  still  retaining,  in 
face  and  bearing,  her  Datlvc-born  “ulr,’’  as  Atrs. 
Or Aio  called  U.  Then  one  day  she  entered  that 
Luly's  homo  a.s  .seainstrc.ss,  and  for  one  year,  day 
after  day,  as  wc  have  desertbod,  herface  was  seen 
be.s1do  tho  window  of  tho  “second  slory  front," 
and  alway.s  as  the  postman  oliscrved.  at  thetiamn 
ondle-s.s  round  of  “sMteh,  stitch,  sllich.’’  -\ndMlss 
Craio  displayed  to  cniTlug  aeqnaint.mces  her 
hitiids<jmcly  worked  covers  and  cases,  handker¬ 
chiefs,  etc.,  and  thanked  her  .stars  iiiat  “  Mamma 
had  at  last  secured  adecetitscamstress;  whj-.  the 
girl  wasw)  reserverj- a lul  pretended  k^u-.Ii  exclu- 
8lveni'.s.s,  It,  wa-squlte  (Iinieultti>teachherherreal 
position  P  .And  T.knokk, sitting  alone  In  thoqiilel, 
room,  heard  tho  loud-spoken  and  Uioughtlcs.s 
word.s  a.s  they  lloateil  up  through  tho  register  .and 
.smiled  her  scorn  of  tho  speaker.  But  It  was  not, 
In  her,  beeau.HO  sho  was  not  a  saint,  to  resist  the 
Impulse  which  led  her  to  observe,  when  i>rcsently 
Sllsa  Crakj  swept  into  tho  room  to  examine  her 
work,  “In  future,  Ml-sa  CK  WD.ir  it  pleases  you  to 
discuss  your  aeamatress,  bo  kind  enough  to  close 
the  regLsicr,  for  1  fear  l  am  euslly  annoyed."  Anri 
then  she  smiled  at  Miss  Craki’s  opcn-moqiiicd 
crlrnson-faccd  astonlahmeut.  Hlnco  tlml, day  them 
had  been  no  tnore  register-betrayed siksccIios,  but 
Lknokk  was  madolosurrer  tor  her  reproof  by  a 
thouHiind  and  one  annoyances  and  slights,  only 
THE  ElfiSr  VALENTINE - [See  page  111.) 
endured  Ijy  the  proud-spirltod  girl  because  of  her 
entire  dopondenco  and  need  of  employment. 
-Vnd  now  we  return  to  ValenUne’s  Day.  The 
long,  bright  day  had  almost  passed,  and  twilic-ht 
shado^  were  falling.  MLss  Craio  had  read  her 
\alentlnes  and  eonllded  toherured  seamstreas 
her  triumphs  over  hearts  and  admirers.  And  now 
ha;  the  night  Of  her 
r  ^  ‘*1  pai’lr,"  aa  Mr.  Craio 
I  u vimd  '  everybody  in  Miss  Craw’s  sot  was 
IGNORE  put  Iho  last  nmshlng  touches  to  tho 
min>.gauze-Uko  dre&s  In  which  the  young  lady  of 
ttic  htJiLse  would  robo  herself  for  thooecuslon,  and 
pretty  EFFfE  Waters  from  over  tho  way  stood 
d ly  flriimming  on  tho  window  p.a„o,  watching 
"ith  pitying  bine  eycstlie  btnved  llgurcof  tho 
Heainstros.s  iind  wondering  ir  the  poor  girl  did 
not  once  In  .a  \vhlIo  tbo  gaiet  ies  she  could  not 
allure  ‘  .lust  look  at  her,  mamma*”  she  exclaim¬ 
ed  at  I  o.st.  “They  do  keep  her  working  so,  and 
now  sho  s  stml King  her  poor  cyos  In  IhLs  fading 
Ukhtjustto  iioHh  Belle  Cit 4 lo’s party  dress.  Too 
bad.  Isn’t  It?" 
.Mamma  \\,\tek8  thought  It  was  •’ loo  bad”  In- 
™ ’hat  the  rulo.s  of  etiquette 
(ompellcd  Kffie  to  attend  theparty  that  evening. 
Tim  CRAIG’S  were  too  boisterous  a  family  to  please 
this  rather  fastidious  mother,  but,  as  neighbors 
^rne  things  could  not  well  he  avoided,  and  thus  It 
hapimcd  that  ErriBwasto  share  In  the  general 
,  craio 
styled  It)  of  the  Craio  mansion  that  evening. 
Darknoiw  came  to  Lenobe’s  aid,  and  tho  bu.sy 
Uand.s  laid  flimiiy  at  rest  for  a  brief  season. 
J*  'hh‘f’~hum,— buzz  Lbnork  up  sUlrs  in  her 
.  mail,  dlmlj'-llghtod  room,  Itstonod  wearily  to  the 
ce-a-sclcaa  flow  of  small  talk  which,  mingling  with 
1  10  sweeter  straln.s  of  tho  music  to  which  merry 
mti  (h the  house  and  crept 
i  wlt.hout-edlfjmg  a  small  crowd  of 
mn  -!'  Ehthcred  to  “Hee  tho 
m.  Lenoke's  heart  horrowed  a  Utile  of  tho 
^Ia,diieH.s  jiresenllj',  as  her  thoughts  >vere  carried 
vIJrTiT'*  oltl  times 
aiid  Tfi  n' IlKNRi 
a  Id  I  (1,1  nr, edrui  the  one  glad  night  that  he  told 
no  he  ac<,Tetor  |,is  i.,vcl”  slio  murmured,  her 
cr ‘eh  tightly  together,  and 
hu  ihcota  crlULsonlng  with  the  sweet  remeui- 
clmrds  tempted  her.  tho  quiet  listener,  to  a  se^ 
bmmnJ  hM T’’ '^imdcd  third  hall,  where, 
me  joy  pJm  h.ad,  alas  I  no  right  t  o  share, 
flniaw  '»0««'mir  PE  Monttille  had 
mi  M  '' t-he  parlors 
1  ’1°^  awhile. 
,  I.exork,  ^n,o  had  been  called  upon  to  mend 
u  rent  In  Alias  Craig’s  dress,  and  also  was 
drrsslng-room  re-ady  for  similar  mishaps  to 
Sted  eyes  fnd 
thim-^n?  .  ^  ^  again  to 
°^,J^’'‘PPtf''^  times,  and  wonder  what 
. Has  DE  WOLF’S  friends  worUd  think,  coiUd 
they  now  sco  iho  humble  seara-stress  in  her 
^  tier 
'  yi'^kandthe  sm.aU  white  hands  clenched 
I  suppressed  indig¬ 
nation,  nnutlcrert  though  .‘50  keenly  fell  And 
S  andLE.vouK  wasspecdlly 
th<  S.  memories  to 
1  dear  fa  nri  ‘  Own 
Mo  “St;.  “ 
I  “  r  Effie,  soon  after, 
s  have  left  It  in  the  dressing-room 
^  smdflut 
thlfpieSif?  nr’’''','*''®  roaucstcd 
I  mve  f  t  ^  i  ttio  maid  A^ould 
I  ^hmii  moment  AIL'ss  Effie 
I  bhould  receive  It  from  ids  hands.  And  the 
f  efSTr  lion  of  tho  room  ^d 
catch  of  tlie  season"  ran  Ughtly  up  the 
ror  m’  ■‘®“'^'^’^rt£rht.faceu  Effib.  the  sfs- 
Uou '8  warmest  friend  among 
partner  for 
the  evening,  to  dispense  her  smUea  to  a  few 
w  St™''"® 
1  ErcnehmaTis  embarrassment  no  waltlng- 
I  maato  sewch  for  themlssl^^^  w^t 
,  could  he  do  but  step  softly  inand  hlmselt 
t  I*'  the 
genUeman turned.  Ah !  who wa.s  .sho  whose 
head  was  bowed  against  the  arm  of  the  small 
I  lounge  whereon  she  sat  ?  No  more  romem- 
bnmee  of  the  fan  ’—no  more  thought  of  tho 
company  below  i— only  a  tmiu  desire  to  look 
closer  upon  that  pate,  sleeping  face  which  ' 
years  of  separation  had  nob  chlven  from  his  ' 
memory. 
But  Lenork  stirred  and  opened  her  eyes 
^  and  Instantly  remembering  vdi»re  he  iv  i.s’ 
Henri  de  Monttille  slipped  from  Um  room 
and  trembling  with  excitement  rejoined 
Effie.  “Como  with  me,”  he  whispered- 
I  “  come  with  me  there,"  pointing  to  a  dcscrtecl 
room  beyond ;  and  Effib,  wondering  at  his 
excitement,  followed  him  tmobserved.  Then 
and  there  Henri  db  AIo.vTvn-LE  qucElloncd 
Kffik  imploringly  concerning  tho  .gfi  i  who 
despite  her  jiosltion  aa  seeming  lady’s  maid' 
was,  his  heart  made  him  sure,  one  whom  Irl 
live  j'cars  ho  had  not  forgotten,  nor  had  he 
censed  to  lovo.  Effie  knew  liLseiorv— knew 
It  from  her  hrother’s  llpg,  for  a  thousand 
times  had  the  young  Frenchman  told  it  to 
hLs  Wann  and  sympathetic  friend,  only  re¬ 
serving  the  name  of  Ills  lost  lOvonssiime-  I 
thing  too  sacred  to  be  beu-pyed.  And  Effie,  I 
