74 
JAN. 20 
THE 
NEW-YORKER. 
went to Her uncle’s face, as be stood at tbe toot ot 
her sola. 
“ Forgive me,” she said, faintly, “ Uncle Henry, 
Twas very foolish; hut I thought - oh! it was 
such a h8ppy dream! Mattie, ” with a ralnt, slow 
smile, “ why did you waken me?” 
“It was no dream, my child,” said her uncle, 
tremulously. 
Aid Cecil started up from the pillows, and 
found hersell’ supported In Lawrence Carewe's 
arms. 
“ it was no dream, my darling,” he whispered, 
tenderly. 
Cecil put her arm round his neck like a tired 
child, and wept her heart out on his breast. 
When she lifted her head at last she met the 
grave gray eyes she had never thought to see 
again Used wLtb tender anxiety upon her. She 
felt bis arms around her, and there came a wild 
wish Into her heart that moment—that she might 
die thus in his arms, with his lips pressed to hers 
his face the last sight on which her eyes should 
rest. 
“It Is no dream,” she said at last, In a low, 
hushed voice. “You have come back to me, Law¬ 
rence ; it Is you—yourself l” 
“Even so, my darling,”he answered, gently. “It 
Is no dream. Oh, Cecil,” he went on, brokenly, 
*» such a welcome almost breaks me down! Are 
you really so glad?” 
“ Glad,”she repeated. “Lawrence, you know—” 
She leaned her head upon his arm, with a long, 
blissful sigh, and they were silent—silent In such 
happiness as falls but seldom to our lot here; and 
surely' when it comes It shadows forth the perfect 
joy of that other world of which we know' so little, 
but from which wo hope so much. 
" Lawrence,” she said, “are .you sure, are you 
quire sure, that you have rorglven me ? You have 
not come hack to tne from pity—they have not 
brought you here by telling you that l was dying 
for your love, dying for you!” The beautiful race 
was rosy with shame. “ Ob, do not Interrupt me— 
let me tell you howl have suffered, how I have 
suffered—as if I could tell you—as If I could tell 
you!” 
“ My darling, forget It,, 7 ’ he answered, brokenly. 
“ Forget all but that I love you—that I have never 
ceased to love you—that I will never leave you 
again, Cecil-.It you will allow me to stay-” 
“ If I will lot you stay ! Oh, Lawrence, why did 
you ever go ? Do you remember -ah, If Indeed you 
love me a little still, you will not have forgotten 
last Christmas eve. I was broken-hearted—I 
could not bear your coldness and Indifference; for 
I loved you—I loved you even when I sent you 
away from me with such bitter words. Oh, how 1 
hated myself!” 
“ My darling—cease.” 
“ No, 1 must tell you, I loved you even then, but 
I thought—how could 1 be so blind!—that It was 
you who had led poor Hex Into sin ; and I wanted 
to revenge my brother’s death—but, even then, 
though 1 hated myself for loving you, I could not 
conquer that love ; 1 thought. I should be able to 
forget, but I could no 7 —1 could not. Then Mattie’s 
letter came, telling me of the great mistake I had 
made, and you may guess what my life was thon- 
Well, I wrote to you, and you forgave me—but I 
felt, from the tone of your reply that you loved me 
no longer.” 
“ir you knew—if you knew what It cost me to 
write to you so coldly, Cecil! I was too cruel, 
Cecil, and yet 1 dared not be otherwise; the temp¬ 
tation was so great. You remember”—smiling— 
“how 7 1 fled from It the next day, Chrlstmas-day 
though it was?” 
“When 1 thought you had goue away because 
you disliked the sight ot me,” she said, simply. 
“Oh, Lawrence, I never thought you could leave 
me Uke that! I was sure you would come hack to 
me! Oh, how T waited and watched all those 
weeks ! Although I could not break off my en¬ 
gagement, because you had told me to 'be pitiful.* 
But, at, last, as my weddtng-day drew near, and 
you had never come nor written, I was almost 
desperate; I never had a happy moment, except 
when I used to dream that we were together— 
you and I. Somehow, 1 never dreamed of you as 
angry with me. You always loved me, and your 
eyes looked at me as they look now: and r was 
so happy until I awoke—and oh ! the awakening ! 
To sleep, and dream that you loved me!—to 
awake, and And myself alone and desolate!” 
‘Cecil, Cecil, cease! It is over—we shall be 
happy now.” 
“Does it hurt you?” she said, gently. “Law¬ 
rence, did you think very badly of me that 
night? You said-you said you despised-” 
“Do you care to know how much I love you?” 
he said, In a moment, “Ah! Cecil, l could not 
put It Into words. When I was aloue, and, as 1 
thought, dying In tbe forest, my last thought 
was tor you-my last effort was to try and And a 
photograph ot you, which had never left me, and 
which I have still. 11 you had known that I treas¬ 
ured this above everything else l possessed, would 
you have believed. I wonder, those hitter words 
for which 1 cannot forgive myself V” 
As he spoke he took from his coat the pocket- 
book which he had with him tn the East, and from 
It extracted the photograph and the faded, blood¬ 
stained silken ribbon. 
“ Do you recognize them ? The photo I bought; 
the ribbon you wore at your neck that night when 
I—I was so presumptuous,” he concluded, rather 
at a loss, and unwilling to wound her. 
“ Oh, Lawrence!” and her lips quivered as her 
eyes met his, “ did you love me so much, even 
then?” 
He smiled as a man smiles in some sweet, happy 
thought, aud Cecil went on, with passionate self- 
reproach : 
“And you did not cease to love me when you 
knew now unworthy I was 1 When I had wronged 
you so deeply that no other love but yours would 
have outlived such a wrong! Oh I my dearest, how 
wicked you make me feel—how small my love 
seems beside yours! Lawrence, It I had known 
you as I know you now~lf I had not been the 
veriest madwoman In ray thirst for revenge—I 
must have known that you could not—you could 
not,” she added, passionately and vehemently, 
“ have done that which I thought you had done. 
Lawrence, how can you forgive me for all I have 
made you suffer?” 
“ Far easier than I can forgive myself for being 
so harsh, so cruel so unjust. My darling, my own 
Cecil, It was very hard to see you at my feet—to 
hear your voice whisper * Forgive. 7 and not to rake 
you In my arms and pour out all ray mad love for 
you,” 
“And what has that love brought you?” she 
whispered, softly—” exile, suffering, sorrow!” 
“ No, you shall not say so, Cecil,” he answered, 
eagerly, “it was my own fatal pride which 
exiled me, not my love tor you. As for the suf¬ 
fering, that Is over now. i am well and strong 
again, and we need not dwell upon those weary 
months. Tell me rather of yourself. They tell 
me you are HI, and Indeed I think you need look¬ 
ing after, f cannot have such a little white face 
as this, Cecil,” taking It Into his tw’o hands and 
regarding It with loving, wistful eyes. “You 
must get well and strong for my sake, my dar¬ 
ling. l could not”—he turns from her abruptly— 
“1 could not lose you now.” 
“1 could not leave you, Lawrence,” she whis¬ 
pers, clinging to him fondly. “I could not die 
now, although I have been so happy to think I 
was 111; but there Is a new life In me now, Law- 
rence-you are my life. How 7 could I live ir you 
were taken troin me?” 
How long these two foolish young people, 
would have continued lu a similar strain 1 do 
not know ; but as a rule lovers are rather heed¬ 
less of the lapse of time when they are together, 
and m the joy of such a re-unton. Lawrence 
Carewe and Cecil Lester may well be rorglven for 
not hearing the dressing-gong, and for being en¬ 
tirely absorbed la each other, and quite above 
such muudaue matters as dinner. But by-and-by 
Mattie came lu, hurried Cecil off to change her 
dress, and then putting her two hands in her 
embryo brother’s said heartily : 
“There is no one to whom we could so willingly 
entrust her. I think It you had not returned 
Dr. Carewe, we Hhould have lost her; but she 
looks a new creature, to-night, already.” 
And a new creature indeed Uecll looked, as she 
came down to dinner In her while robes, with a 
red rose la her hair, all sign of mourning laid 
aside; and though her cheek Is still pale and her 
hand thinner than her lover likes to see them.but 
he Is too clever in his profession to have any doubt 
as to cecil s recovery, so that he Is able to give 
lull rein to his happiness, and Is more brilliant 
and expansive than any one present has ever 
seen him. 
The season that year, was an exceptionally gay 
one, and there were several lions eagerly sought 
an er In society—an Eastern prince, ihe fame or 
whose Jewels had become a byword; two belles 
whose triumphs recalled Cecil Lester's tirst season, 
an explorer who had been to the Arctic OceaD.and 
had penetrated larther north than any ot his 
predecessors (although even he had failed to attain 
the great desideratum ); and a foreign prtma 
donna about whom every one raved. But numer¬ 
ous as the calls on the public attention were, Dr. 
and Mrs. Carewe had their fair share; and the 
man who had done such distinguished service In 
the Turko-Husslau war, who had been laid at 
death’s door by banditti In the wild lilll-country 
of the Carpathians, who had fought so desperately 
for his lire In the little convent on the borders of 
the forest, could not fall to be a remarkable person¬ 
age ; and on the fair Spring morning when he and 
Cecil were made man and wife, the church was 
crowded to excess, not only by the rich and titled, 
hut by those poor people whose welfare Lawrence 
had made hl3 special care, and whom he had never 
neglected even when hts practice had become so 
vast and hla name famous; and maDy a murmur¬ 
ed blessing fell upon cecii’a ear as she left the 
church on her husband’s arm, and her heart 
throbbed aud her cheek glowed at the t hought of 
how he was loved aud reverenced. 
The wedding tour w as hut a short one, for Dr. 
Carewe had already been absent, too long, and ho 
and his beautiful wife returned when the gay sea¬ 
son was at Its bight, to oe feted and caressed, and 
to he present at the marriage of Ernest Eleston 
and pretty Lottie Tyrrell, which gave Cecil unqual¬ 
ified delight. 
But pleasant, as It. may have been to be the lions 
of tne evening, pleasanter Tar * ere the quiet hours 
Cecil and her husband passed together in the 
homo, which had been made so beautiful to re¬ 
ceive Us fair young mistress; and the brightest 
moment In Lawrence Carewe’s life is that when, 
hls day’s work over, the carriage turns home¬ 
wards, and he sees hls wife’s face, as she stands 
walling and watching for him at the window, 
growing bright and radiant with the joy of hls re¬ 
turn. 
Mr. Daton Isa very frequent and welcome guest 
in that house; and people say that Lester Hall 
ha« been restored to all Its former beauty, and 
that the estate has been re-purchased by tbe 
wealthy merchant for Cecil’s eldest boy, Henry 
Lester carewe, who Is a wonderful favorite with 
hi* great-uncle. It is said, too, that Dr. Carewehas 
resisted all entreaties from Mr.Daton to give up hls 
practice and reside at Lester Jlall, and Cecil agrees 
with hla decision. Self-pleasing has never formed 
a great part, ot hl3 existence, and he feels that he 
can he more useful in bis day and generation-can 
have a wider fieId of lnHuence for the good of hls 
fellow creatures In that great, city, where Joy and 
sorrow, riches and poverty, jostle each other check 
by Jowl; and when he sees faces brighten at this 
approach—when he sees pain alleviated and dis¬ 
tress lessened by hls presence-he is amply re¬ 
warded lor any sacrifice he has made: although 
every year their holiday Is spent at Lester Hall, 
and Cecil Is very happy showing her old homo to 
her husband, and going over with him the favorite 
haunts of her girlhood. Side by side too, they 
stand at Reginald Lester’s grave, where “ after 
life’s fitful fever he sleeps weUand they talk In 
hushed, tender tones of hls last hours, and hope 
that he, and the man through whom, In a great 
measure he sinned, are at peace; for there Is no 
limit to tne mercy or Heaven, aud for the greatest 
of sinners there Is love and pity there, “In that 
beautiful, veiled world.” 
“ Where we may, I trust, meet them both some 
day, Cecil love.” says her husband, tenderly, as 
they stand in the light of the setting sun, and 
Cecil draws nearer to hls side, and leans her head 
against him—a little saddened, perhaps, at the 
recollection of her brother, but perfectly nappy 
and at peace In the love of her husband and 
children. 
So we will leave them; and In the west, the set¬ 
ting sun sheds a golden glory over them—a prom¬ 
ise, as it were, of that beautiful world of which 
Lawrence speaks. 
THE END. 
-•»- 
THE EYE-OPENER. 
In all large towns there Is a class of sharpers 
ever on tbe outlook Tor country folks upon whom 
to prey. The “ conttdence game ” is tho means by 
which they usually try to “ take In " the stranger 
and " do for him.” A specimen of one of the ways 
In which this Is worked came prominently to pub¬ 
lic notice during the week, because the“opera- 
tors” were for once caught and punished. Mig¬ 
uel L, Tblmlon was about to start lor Galveston, 
Texas, aud while standing on the pier near the 
steamer shortly before she was to start, an elderly 
man of good address and respectable appearance 
entered Into conversation with him, lu course of 
which ho said that he. too. was going by the same 
vessel. While they were talking, a younger man. 
looking like the driver ot an express wagon, hur¬ 
ried up to the elderly man and said Your bag¬ 
gage is aboard, sir. I’d like to have my money.” 
The elderly man seemed much annoyed, saylDg 
that all of hls ready money was In h Is trunks. He 
took out what purported to be a $ 1,000 bond and a 
check for $85u upon the Butchers’ and Drovers’ 
National Bank. He asked Mr. Tblmlon to leDd 
him $50, offering tbe check as security until he 
could go to the store or a triend aDd get some 
money. Mr. Tblmlon gave him the money and he 
hurried away, followed by the expressman. Ot 
course, he failed to return, anil the check turned 
out to be worthless. The duped Thlmlon deferred 
hla trip, contrary to the swindler’s expectations, 
aud from hls description the detectives arrested 
two well-known “ confidence men,” Edward Lillie, 
alias Morgan, the venerable old fraud, and " lied- 
handed smith," the false expressman. They got 
l l% years’ Imprisonment each. In nine cases out 
or ten, however, such rascals escape, because the 
vletlm has to leave towo, or tor other reasons. 
The above Is only one of 1,000 ways of “scraping 
acquaintance!* ” and “plucking pigeons” prac¬ 
ticed by these fellows, the most common of which 
win be noticed from time to time as specimens 
come up In our police courts. 
The sharpers against whom tbe Post Office Is 
waging war are now operating mainly through 
the Express Companies, so that our friends must 
still keep watchfully on their guard against their 
allurements. Here are the names ot a few more 
ot the slippery tribe .—Byron II. Robb, Cincinnati, 
0., alias Tho American aud European Secret Ser¬ 
vice Co., alias The American Detective Newspaper, 
alias The Co-operative Commercial Co., alias The 
Commercial Reporter Newspaner, alias The Elec¬ 
tro-Magnetic Brush Co., alias The lnclna Co., alias 
The Monitor Lamp Co., alias The Monitor Pub¬ 
lishing Co., alias The SI ngapore Tobacco Co. Peter 
W. Williams, Chicago, abas E. G. Napa & Co., 
Victor Napa & Co., alias The Paris Importing 
House, alias The Paris Book and Novelty Co., alias 
John Cathn * Co. Kentucky State Lottery, Cov¬ 
ington and Louisville, Ky., and New York. R. c. 
Wlnteramlth, Louisville, Ky. J. C. Wilson, Lado- 
nla, Texas, alias A. J. C. Wilson. Clarence w. 
Miller, Glens Falls, N. Y. Murray, France & Co., 
Louisville, Ky. W ,J. Hill, alias C. W. Whitney, 
Elkhart, Ind., Augusta, Mich., aud Battle Creek, 
Mich. J. C. Henry & Co., alias Clarence W. Miller, 
Glens Falls, N. Y„ and Chester, Pa. Great West¬ 
ern Distribution Co., alias Matthews <fc Co., alias 
Kunnecke A Co., Cheyenne, Wy. Ter. E Gustavua 
A Co., alias P. E. G. Lindsay, Ilolaton, Va. Rev* 
James Murray, D. D., HaddonQeld, N. J., alias The 
Livingstone University of America, n. H. Hull, 
alios United State Agency, Mt. Wlnane, Md. chas. 
E Hunt, alias Nettle \V., Philadelphia, Pa. C. 
Wade, Elkhart, Ind , Augusta and Battle Creek, 
Mich., alias C. II. Walker. Henry G. Watterson. 
alias F. G. Watterson, Calais, Me. Giovanni Pa¬ 
tron!. Philadelphia, Pa., and Camden, N. J. J. M. 
Pattee, Manager, Cheyenne, Wy. Ter. Jorda A 
Pulg, New Orleans, La. John P. Joyce, Coving¬ 
ton, Ky. A. Henry, alias Michael & CO., Atlanta, 
Ga. D. A. Kratzer, Burlington, Ta. G. W. Whit¬ 
ney & Co, Glens Falls, N. Y., and Chester, Pa. 
Philadelphia Stamp Co., Philadelphia, Pa, and 
Camden, N. J. John W, Magee, Laramie City, 
Wy. Ter. Wilcox & Co., Windsor, o. George R. 
Smith, Covington, Ky. Jace Marks, La Crosse, 
Wls. How true It is that no part of the country Is 
without rascals, though, It is true, this sort of 
rascality seems to nourish with special rankness 
in large cities, and a rew small hot beds here and 
there In rural regions. By the way, a Dr. Brown, 
who styles himself a *• veterinarian," la fleecing 
the villagers out West thuslyLike many another 
charlatan, he enters a town In a painted wagon, 
makes arrangements for a course of lectures on 
veterinary subjects, collects the tuition fees, and 
“ clears out.” Michigan folks have been hls latest 
victims of whom we have heard, though there may 
be later ones. In Decatur he gathered up $70 ; in 
Dowaglac. $*o; Pokagou, $ioo; Niles, $00, and con¬ 
siderable in other places. The follow may change 
his name In other places, and give a new coat of 
paint to hls wagon—he deserves a coat of tar him" 
self, and perchance may get It. 
NEW PUBLICATIONS. 
!"iiinl!«;lif mid Shadow: or. Gleanings from Mt 
Uf« Work, By Johnk godoh. Hartford, Conn.’ 
A. D. Worthington & Co., publishers. Price $8.25, 
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“ Sunlight and Shadow ” Is a remarkable hook 
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very nature of hls life-work has brought him Into 
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vloe. Ills ready sympathy has gatned for him 
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to the truth of the adage, “ Fact Is stranger than 
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This hook Is not altogether a record of dark ex¬ 
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Nothing belter can be said for this interesting 
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One Is pleased lo sen old “Jerusalem” revived 
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Wild Romp* ol Capo Aim nud oilier Poems. 
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The very pretty collection of poems, mentioned 
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