1 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
“ And you are an odd kind of man, I don’t know 
whether to like you or not.” 
“ Hollo! hollo I hey !” 
“ Tom I” ejaculated Pauline. 
<* Tommy!" cried her companion. 
With that they turned and laced each other, 
the meaning of which woe, “ Pray what do you 
know about Tom?” and, “Pray what do you 
know about Tommy ?” 
“That is my brother,” said Pauline, smiling. 
CHAPTER II. 
One of the Wild Blundells. 
“ Well, you are a nice girl to go out for a pier- 
sure-trip on the SawbCUh-day /” 
Astonishment and exclamations having been 
exchanged, the new-comer thus began. 
“ I did not, Tom. I went to church, and came 
back by the shore." 
“ Went by land, and came back by water." 
“There Is no crossing after all, or else 1 tried It 
too far down. 1 don't know where I should have 
been now, If I had not been most, kindly rescued.” 
“By him? many thanks,” said the boy. He 
could not have been much over twenty, and was 
a smart, hearty, merry-go-round sort of a creature, 
wit h a loud voice and a laughing eye. 
(“What! You don’t know him? oh!” In 
answer to an inside.) 
“1 say, Blundell, you must come up and have 
Sunday dinner. That Is the house among the 
trees; no distance, you see. 1 only turned up 
myself an hour ago; got a boat, and ferried 
across at the Boss; and now my aunt says 1 
should have stayed where I was, and not have 
traveled upon a Sunday. After my going to 
churcn too, on purpose to say that 1 naa been I" 
"You have been at church? Where In the 
world did you fl nd one ?’’ 
“ Close to the ferry on the other side.” 
"And how did you manage to arrive here an 
hour ago?” 
“ Well, I did not stay the who/p time, you 
know; I slipped out after the llrst llfty-flve 
verses of the i toth Pmwm l Eh, Polly ?” 
Pauline did not laugh. 
“Your sister would have been glad to have 
been In your place, I daresay. There Is nothing 
but Gaelic at < murloeh Point to-day.” 
“Is there not? I wish I had been there. 1 
like to hear them screech and squall; It sounds 
as If you were sitting down upon a bag-pipe. 
But you will come up. wou’O you ?” 
“ Thanks very much, but l must get buck—the 
men are walling. You will excuse me, 1 know.” 
"1 have not yet thanked you--” began 
Pauline. He smiled, lilted Ills hat, and was gone. 
“I knew he would not come,” said Tom, 
hospitably, “ or 1 should not. have been so keen 
to ask him. 1 knew that would send him off. 
What a queer old cracky fellow lie is!” 
“Old! cracky!” 
“He Is half cracked, you know. Where Is 
Elsie ?” 
“How Is he cracked?" 
• “ Aunt Ella said she was down at the shore.” 
“ IVhat do you mean by saying ho Is cracked ?” 
“1 didn’t,—1 said he was half cracked; and so 
he is.” 
" How ?” 
“ Oh, 1 don’t know. The fellows say he Is.” 
“ Why should he not come to dinner when you 
asked him?” 
“ Because he never does; and we didn’t want 
him either.” • 
Pauline pondered. 
“Ho would Just have been a bore,” continued 
Tom, as they bent their steps Inland; “and Aunt 
Ella would not have liked It, besides. Queer,—Isn’t 
it? They ought, to suit each other, those two.” 
She had no Idea what he meant. 
“How did you know him, Tom?” 
11 1 have known him a long time. The question 
Is, how did you know him ? I shall tell Aunt Ella 
of your gallivanting about, wit h one of the wild 
Blundells, and see how she’ll look.” 
“ It was unavoidable,” said Ills sister, steadily. 
“I was In the very middle of the bay, and had 
come to a place where 1 could neither go back nor 
forward. You may Imagine what a start It gave 
me to find a man close at hand, when I 
thought-" 
“Oh, well,” cried Tom, Jmpatlently, “where Is 
Elsie all tills time ?” 
“ Perhaps she has gone Indoors again. 
“She went out when I left. I came down here 
on purpose to find her.” 
“Hereshe Is, then!" A laughing voice from 
behind a rock. “I heard you all the time, and 
saw you too. Whathave you been about? Really, 
you two scandalous people—-” 
“Speak to Polly, If you like,” exclaimed Tom, 
seizing her hands. “ If you doa’t look better after 
my sister another time. Miss Elsie, I shall think 
twice before I allow her to come and stay with 
you again. But I am Innocent.” 
“ Were you not wit,b her?” 
“ Not I. Sho managed this nice little escapade 
all by herself. I have been here for ever so long, 
as you might have known, If you had been any¬ 
where but in this crazy, out-of-the-way place 
down here." 
“How old you come?” 
“ I came by the Ross, got, ferried across, and 
walked over the hill. Mind, l had been to Church 
first, which apparently none of you have. And 
such a house as I fl nd! Only Aunt Ella In it; you 
gone, no one can say where; and Pauline sitting 
cheek-by-jowl with a fellow whose name she does 
no: even know, but with whom she seems vastly 
taken.” 
A brother’s Impertinence, ignored by the stately 
victim. 
“ Paulle, I wonder you let him treat an elder 
sister so I” 
“ Why, what did you say to her yourself, only a 
minute ago?” 
“ Never mind, tell me all about it," said Elsie, 
Impatiently. “Did you And the church, Pau¬ 
line?” 
“ Yes.” 
“ Well?” 
“I had to come away, Elsie: It was all In 
Gaelic.” 
“Oh! oh! oh!” with a scream of delight. “Oh, 
that Is charming ! Oh. you poor Pauline, you 
dear Pauline! and so you had your walk for noth¬ 
ing, aud your parasol Is broken, and your gown Is 
ruined, and, last of all, you got carried off by a 
pirate, and wore only rescued by Tom and me.” 
“Come, I like that,’” sanl Tom. “What had 
you to do with It, may I ask ? Sneaking behind 
that rock until you saw whether the pirate was 
going to demolish us or riot.” 
“ You would make a valiant ally In time of 
need. Miss Elsie; like old Blucher, you would 
come galloping up with a great dust, when all the 
fighting was over, and do the shouting part. 
Tubtira wt-ya Ra, untl tile Deuteuhen siutl da. 
Die DoutHobcD elnd IilkIik, sir rnfe-n. Hurra! 
How long have you been hiding here?” 
“ It, was some one else’s shouting that made me 
look out. ’Hollo! hollo! hey 1’ and the echo 
cried after It, ‘Olio! olio! ey!’ What makes an 
echo drop its h’s? They always do, yon know." 
“ And you had seen none of us before?” 
“No; the first I saw of anybody was when you 
were all down at the boat. I had heard the dip 
or the oars before, but It bad not come In sight 
round the point. I concluded that you had come 
with Pauline.” 
“ And i concluded that you had; or rather that 
It was you sitting beside Blundell.” 
“ Is t hat, the pirate's name ? What is he doing 
here?" 
“ Ask Polly. Bhe knows all about him." 
“ I suppose that Is his yacht, Elsie. He found 
me In dirtlcultles among the rocks. I was trying 
to cross the bay as the tide was out! and Just 
when I had got to a place where 1 could get nei¬ 
ther back nor forward " 
“ I have heard this so often that I am perfectly 
sick of it,” Interrupted Tom, rudely. “ There was 
nothing so vely wonderful In this great dellvor- 
auce; you women al ways make mountains out of 
mole-hills. Blundell was fishing In his boat, 
Elsie, and picked her off, that was all.” 
“lie was doing nothing of the kind,” said his 
sister, warmly. “ He was not Bailing at all. ' 
“Wasn’t he? Well, then, he ought to have 
been, I mean to draw him about his Sunday 
amusement*, and you shall Bee how he rises to It. 
It was Chaworth who gave me the hint. Elsie, 
are the gooseberries over yet?” 
"No, Indeed, they are but Just begun. Yuu 
forget bow much later we are here than you In 
the south.” 
“ Then let us have a turn at them before din-, 
ner.” 
To humor him she complied, but Pauline, plead- 
lng fatigue, escaped Into the house. 
“ We are best by ourselves," said Tom, confi¬ 
dentially. “ Paulino always nags me to go Indoors 
before i have had half enough. What have you 
got there? Green ones. Arc they good? I like 
these yellow boys.” 
“You don’t know what Is good, then. The 
green ones have far more flavor. Those are 
called the honey.globes, but no one cares for 
them after the others are ripe. These little iron¬ 
mongers are the best of any.” 
“ Are they ?” said Tom, with all kinds in Ms 
mouth at once. “ Oh, I say, look here 1 My best 
visiting trousers 1” 
He had been kneeling unconsciously on a juicy 
Ironmonger, and the result was a deeply Im¬ 
bedded stain. 
“ Something always happens to this pair when¬ 
ever I wear them,” said he, ruefully. “They 
came from Smallpage, and are the only ones 1 
have that don’t hag at the knee. I put them on 
to-day, because It was Sunday, to please my 
aunt.” 
“ It was thoughtful of you, Tom.” 
“ Well, wbat am I to do ? My things won’t be 
here t-lll to-morrow, and—it’s getting worse, I do 
believe—there is not a soul to lend me a pair. 
Wbat are you laughing at?" 
“ Nothing. Why do you not ask Mr. Blundell?" 
“His? They would trail behind me like the 
spurs of a flghtlilg-cock. 1 shall go on board his 
yacht, though. I say, Elsie, If he Is here to-mor¬ 
row, why shouldn’t we have a run In It ?” 
“ Delightful!” 
" You would like It, I can tell you.” 
“ But how could It be managed?” 
“Oh, there is nothing easier. He is such a 
queer creature, you can make him do whatever 
you like, If you take him the right way. That’s 
what Chaworth says. You have only to take him 
the right way, and you can twist him round your 
little flnger.” 
“And how, if you take him the wrong way?” 
Tom shrugged his shoulders. 
“Ishould like to go,” said his cousin, “very 
much.” 
“ You wouldn’t be sick?” 
“No, indeed I At least I think not.” 
“ What do you mean by you ‘ think not ?’ Have 
you ever been In a yacht?” 
" No.” 
“You know nothing about It, then. They are 
the sickest things you can go In. There Is noth¬ 
ing 1 like better than a little spanking flrteen- 
tonner, with a good sou’wester to fill the sheets.” 
“ How large Is this one ?” 
“ This ? Oh, It’s far away too big,” contemp¬ 
tuously. “ It is as safe as anytMng. Aunt Ella 
would go In tMs one herself, 1 daresay. It was a 
little wee thing that Guy was lost out of.” 
“Who was Guy?” 
" Guy ? He was the other one. They were the 
wUd Blundells, you know. Such a splendid-look¬ 
ing pair of fellows! Chaworth said-” 
“You have had enough, Tom. Come to the 
greenhouses." 
“ Chaworth said-” 
“Look at this piece of heliotrope, peeping 
through the hinges. How can It have crept In 
there 7” 
" Chaworth said-" 
“ Shut the door after you.” 
You are not listening to me a hit,” said Tom, 
crossly. 
Neither was she. 
Meantime Pauline sat by her open casement 
looking on the sea. 
It was an old-fashioned lattice window, set In a 
frame of Ivy, and both sides were caught back to 
let, In as much of the outer air as possible. The 
chamber was round, being approached only by a 
narrow, winding stair, which opened out of the 
gallery below; and the turret-room, as It was 
called, was appropriated to Miss La Sarto's use, 
whenever she stayed, as she usuafly did every 
autumn, at Gourlock. 
Here she sat now, a tall, straight, dark-haired 
maid, with a thoughtful countenance, and calm, 
bright eyes. 
cnllke Tom, unlike Elsie, unlike any one else In 
the world was Pauline. 
It was Mils which made Tom rampant at the 
Idea of hts sister's adventure, and gave zest to 
Elsie’s enjoyment of her defeat. 
Pauline, the good, the grave, the handsome, the 
decorous, the everywhere admired and approved 
Pauline, to be caught nipping thus t 
Elsie might have been willful, and daring, and 
baffled, and made to look foolish as her cousin 
had been, and no one would have thought twice 
about It, while the whole house was now guplng 
at Paulina. Elsie would have been petted and 
pitied like a lost child; she would have come In 
bemoaning her fate; showing her hands and her 
face, her gown and her purasol; and all of a sud¬ 
den she would have burst out a-laughlng In the 
face of her comforters. 
Pauline sits hy her window, and her hands lie 
Idly In her lap. 
Through the balmy air come ever and anon the 
calls of the sea-birds on the shore; the wild, quiv¬ 
ering cry of the curlew, or the lapwing diverting 
wayfarers from her young. 
A slight breeze has sprung up with the return 
of the tide, wavelets lap the rocks, and ripple 
along the little bays and creeks of sand. 
A long hour glides unbroken by, and tkedreamer 
heeds It not. 
*••«»*« 
A sudden attack upon the door; a double at¬ 
tack-one hand used for the rap, the other simul¬ 
taneously turning the handle. 
“ Look here! why don’t you come down ? The 
gong Is broken, Aunt Ella says, and you might 
have known. We have been waiting nearly half 
an hour.” 
“ I am coming, dear.” 
“Y'ou might just us well read your good books 
after dinner as before," continued Injured Tom. 
Pauline, as we know, had not been reading, aud 
there were no truces of books to be seen, but she 
had fogotton to smooth her hair, and her bonnet 
still lay upon the table. 
Tom looked at her. “ Are you tired ?” he said, 
gruffly. 
“ 1 am rather, thank you." 
“ What a wild-goose chase It was! Blundell 
must have had a good laugh at you.” 
They were going dmvn-stalrs, and she slipped 
her hand within his arm. 
“ Isn’t he rather a—strange man, Tom ?” 
“I told you he was half cracked.” 
“ Ue never once smiled the whole time, except, 
yes, when he went away.” 
“I don’t know about smiling, but you should 
Just hear him laugh. He and Guy were the jolli¬ 
es!, fellows In the world, wherever the Blundells 
were, there was a row, and every night they kept 
It up. They had half the county by t he ears, and 
there they used to be roaring and fighting-’’ 
“ well ?” 
“ Well, what?” 
“ What were you going to say ?” 
“ J wasn’t going to say anything. What do you 
mean ?" 
“ What were they roaring and fighting about, ?” 
“Oh, for fun. Tt was Guy who was the great 
hand; Ralph could he as quiet, as a pussy-cat If 
he liked. Oh ! the moekost, mildest creature, 
without a word to say for himself 1 So that all 
the old dowagers used to say, • What a nice young 
man!’ And he was, very nice!” said Tom, em¬ 
phatically. “ I say, you needn’t tell Aunt Ella all 
this; we may just as well go In his yacht, and he 
is all right now. Do you hear ? Mind you don't.” 
The last Injunction gave Pauline food tor 
thought. She waited her opportunity, and thus 
accosted her brother: 
“ Tom, if Mr. Blundell is not—not a proper ac¬ 
quaintance for us, 1 cannot help telling Aunt Ella. 
He ought not to come here, aud Elsie and 1 should 
not go In bis yacht.” 
“ What rubbish! Of course he is all right now; 
I told you that.” 
“I don’t know what your ‘all right' and your 
‘all wrong’ means,” cried she, losing patience. 
" You say he Is wicked, and he is crazy, and seem 
to glory In It, and yet you wish us to be inti¬ 
mate—” 
“Who said anything about being Intimate? 
The Intimacy Is a fiction of your own. Y'ou pick¬ 
ed him up for yourself, and were Intimate enough 
with him, In all conscience, when I came upon 
you.” 
“ You know how it was-” began his sister. 
“Oh, for pity’s sake, don’t come to the place 
where you could get neither back nor forward, 
again! 1 know the very spot by this time! Spare 
us the recital, just, this once.” 
“ Y'ou are very rude,” said Pauline, frowning. 
“No, no. i’ll he ready for It again to-morrow, 
and promise to listen to every word. Como, Polly- 
polly, don’t be cross; you know you want to have 
the sail, and so does Elsie, and so we’ll all go, and 
have a day of It.” 
“ If you are sure,” hesitated she. 
“Sure? Yes, of course 1 am. There Is really 
nothing the matter with him, only that he has 
been queer ever since he and Guy were out that 
night. Jn the North Sea, and Guy was drowned. 
Instead of getting away from the water, as you 
would think he might, have done, he Is always on 
it, and goes mooning shout by himself, first to one 
place, and then to another. But he Is quite the 
pattern man, every one says. 1 believe.” he added, 
lowering his voice, “ he thinks he’ll go to hell, or 
something of that Bort, tf he breaks out again.” 
“Is that what makes you cull him crazy 7” 
“Yes. That, is what the fellows say.” 
“So now,”-continued Tom, as If a load were off 
his mind, “you know the worst of him. And, let¬ 
ting alone all that, he Is as good a fellow as ever 
lived, -fust the klod of muu you would take to; 
he Is not Elsie's style at all. I say, what a pretty 
Utile creature she has turned out, and what airs 
the monkey gives herself t” 
“I don’t think anyone ever accused Elsie of 
that beroro.” 
“They will now, then. She shuts you up at 
every turn, and then comes wheedling after you, 
to get, you to go after her again.” 
“ It Is only her way, you silly Tom. She means 
nothing by It.” 
“ Down't she, then ?" 
“ Nothing whatever. She Is a mere child.” 
“ A monstrously precocious child. Where on 
earth did she learn to flLrt?” 
“FHrtl ” cried Pauline, angrily. 
“ Yes, flirt. I suppose it Is born in a girl. Even 
a she-Paul will flirt, if she can do It on a Sunday, 
my dear sister,” added he, slyly. 
Pauline blushed.—[Continued next. week. 
- - - 
THE EVOLUTION OF NEW ENGLAND 
* PURITANISM. 
BY LESTER A. ROBEKTS. 
One of the most eminent writers of ecclesiasti¬ 
cal history, referring to the progress of Christian¬ 
ity from the l ime of Jbsuis and his disciples, says: 
“A clear and unpolluted fountain, fed by secret 
channels with the dew of heaven, when It becomes 
a large river, a nd takes a long and winding course, 
receives a tincture from the various soils through 
which It passes.” 
The pertinency of this comparison will be read¬ 
ily seen by those who remember the religious his¬ 
tory of the w orld from the commencement of the 
Christian era. The little rill that Issued rroin the 
mountains of Judea, In Its growth received from 
Judaism, Maglanlsrn, Paganism, and the various 
other seels and philosophies w it h which It came 
In contact, Impurities and contaminations that 
have not, even yet, been entirely eradicated. 
Time might, be profitably spent In tracing how, 
little by little, concentration of power was ar¬ 
rived at,—drst In smaller districts, then, by the 
consolidation of these Bishopries Into the great 
Sees of Constantinople, Alexandria and Rome,— 
aud how, finally, by wisdom, cunning and fraud, 
the Bishop of Rome attained the ascendancy and 
became the acknowledged supreme Pontiff of the 
Christian Church, w hose word was deemed Infal¬ 
lible and whose decisions were law. 
There were many reformers before the Refor¬ 
mation. In truth, there was never a time when 
some true souls were not outspoken against the 
Iniquities of the Church, it was an old saying 
that Erasmus laid the egg that Luiiikr hatched. 
But LutiIBk had the aid of all that had been done 
before him. His objections were not new nor his 
doctrines original. Ills predecessors had enter¬ 
ed the wedge that he, by vigorous blows, drove 
home. 
Luther asserted that the Bible Itself was the 
guide and rule of life, and not the Bible as Inter¬ 
preted by the Chttrch. The translations of Wic- 
liv, and the Introduction of the printing press 
had made It easily attainable by those w ho could 
read—and to It he directed all who would know 
the truth. While he denied the Infallibility of the 
Pope, he insisted on the Infallibility of the Bible. 
While Luther in Germany was spreading words 
of wisdom, there was In Switzerland one who was 
aldlDg In the good work. John Cai.vin was at¬ 
tracting the attention of thinking minds, and 
drawing upon himself the anathemas of the 
Church. With the same end In view—the eman¬ 
cipation of mind and the establishment of free¬ 
dom of thought—they yet had different views. 
Calvin strenuously opposed the shows and cer¬ 
emonies of the Romish Church. Luther consid¬ 
ered them as things of Indifference. Lctfikr made 
much of the value of character and the puilty of 
conscience, holding that the desire to do right is 
better than a strict observance of forms—believ¬ 
ing thoroughly In Juslificatlon by Faith. Calvin 
taught the doctrines of Predestination and Elec¬ 
tion. The Immorality of the Church was the 
great horror of Luther; Its Idolatry, of Calvin. 
Calvin lived among people who were their ow n 
rulers, and his system became Infused with the 
democracy amid which It had Its growth. Luther 
gave his allegiance to temporal princes and pow¬ 
ers, and was, from education and surroundings, 
more locllned to aristocracy. Both taught the 
rlgnt of individual judgment, and both, while in¬ 
veighing loudly against the Intolerance of the 
