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Jor SSomra. 
CONDUCTED BY MISS KAY CLARK. 
TALK ABOUT MY JEWELS. 
BT MARGUERITE. 
I sat down at four o’clock on Sabbath afternoon 
to review the day. Gertie was quiet for the mo¬ 
ment with dolly Rosalind, and Fred was occnpled 
with pencil and paper. We have come through 
scarlet fever by a long, slow process, and now that 
whooping cough la prevalent, the children and 
myself remain at home all the long Sabbath days. 
The workshops are all closed with the exception 
of the chi id rens', and 1 b theirs the sounds or effects 
of ludusLry. can always be heard or discovered. 
About church-time l looked up from my reading 
to hud them both Ironing diligently, using the 
carpet for a tabic, and a shawl for a blanket. 
“ Wby children, this Is the Sabbath, it’s wrong 
to iron to-day l” l exclaimed. 
“ Oh, l know it is,” said Gertie, “ but we just 
play that It Is Saturday” 
I had them put the Irons away, explained to 
them why the day was holy, which they appeared 
to understand readily and then I went out of the 
room. When 1 returned. I found them sitting on 
the carpet with a pint bottle of alcohol beside 
them, while Fred held a small bottle in his hand 
In which to measure a dose of medicine for poor 
Rosalind. 
It was lunch time then, and soon after, greatly to 
my relief. Fred’s bed-time, lie was tucked In his 
bed, covered, kissed and all past mischief forgotten 
by bis Indulgent parent. 
After some time Bessie came In from service and 
hearing birn, supposed Ills nap was over and went 
Into the room. Instead of sleeping, he had amused 
himself in several ways, one of the mo6t promi¬ 
nent was, to get out of bed, open a bureau drawer, 
take out a box of pills and mi his chubby band 
with them, and slip In again, and busy himself 
by sucking the sugar coar off of tUem, biting some 
In two, to see if they were as sweet inside as out. 
When Resale entered she exclaimed, •• Oh, you 
dear little follow yout” 
He looked up brightly and asked; “ Did 'oo say 
i’se ’dood boy V' and then added, as he opened 1ns 
hand, “ Oh. des pills are awiul nasty, kah! kali! * 
Well, he did not sleep. An empty box and a 
hand with eight pills badly bitten, caused the 
pater-familtas to use the substractlon table to see 
how many were missing out of twenty-one. The 
rest were found In time to save him from an 
emetic. The nasty taste that troubled him for 
some time, I judged, was punishment enough, and 
I sat down complacently to moralize In this way. 
It will be a llte-long lesson lo him to keep nasty 
IhlDgs out of his mouth—I got no farther. At that 
moment I was called Into the hall. The door con¬ 
necting us with the store had been left ajar and 
he had pushed his way through and helped him¬ 
self to a cigar, and was one moment holding It ; 
between his thumb and fl uger, and the next—oh, 
horrible sight—putting the proper end in ins 
mouth, at least, I've no doubt but it was! He 
promised “ never, never to ’moke again, If mamma 
would only kiss him.” 
Gertie asked me so many times to tie the beads 
around Rosalind's neck, that I told her I feared It 
was not right to dress the dolly on Sabbath. She 
looked perfectly astonished at me, out of her 
large dar* eyes, and asked “ You dress me on 
Sabbath day, don’t you?” 
The next thing Fred was promenading with my 
watch in his pocket, and when that was rescued 
in my favor, he found an old clock to dissect. J use 
as l had settled down to reading, my Jewels were 
missed. 1 started In pursuit. They were down 
stairs, and on my way 1 passed hammer, Irons and 
nuts. Papa had proposed In the early morning to 
have some cracked for me, but 
“ The words of my grandmother rung in my head," 
and 1 answered, not on Sabbath, but here they 
were later, and 1 was fond of them, but Just as I 
picked up the hammer, Gertie exclaimed, •• it’s 
wicked, mamma.” 
“ Who said so?” r asked, 
“ My mamma,” but she ought to have answered, 
my great grand mamma. 
“We are not in mischief now” she told me, while 
I could see by her expression that she meant to be 
very good, indeed. In two seconds alter 1 saw 
that she had a piece of tin-foil In her hand—the 
second glance 1 thought It shaped to Imitate a 
revolver, another look and it proved to be Red’s 
revolver loaded and wrapped in tin-foil. Ah, me ! 
It Is only four o’clock! if we ull live unttl to¬ 
morrow morning, I’ll send to New York by the 
early man lor a treatise on “ Kindergarten Teach¬ 
ing.” If Froebel can teach mo how to direct these 
energies In the right channel, I’ll not be slow In 
learning. 
LIFE PICTURES. 
Every human mind, like a great Picture Gallery, 
is flUed with scenes from the past. Dreams of 
the future occupy it sometimes, but I think we 
ove best to pause before the pictures or by gone 
days. Days that we never before prized, until 
they had passed beyond recall. 
The picture before me now, is of a little house, 
In the midst of a field, it consisted of two rooms 
and had a long gallery In front, it was roughly 
finished and destitute of ornament, scarcely con¬ 
taining furniture necessary for comfort, uncelled, 
unpainted, unadorned. 
Outside, a rough rail fence, without a tree or 
shrub to lend shade or beauty. The only occu¬ 
pant was a man past the sunny-side of life, accus¬ 
tomed to struggle with life’s hardships from early 
youth. 
By chance he met one toward whom he was at¬ 
tracted. Chance, destiny or Providence—who can 
tell which—drew them together and she went to 
dwell with him, “for better, for worse, for richer 
or poorer,” in the little “Bleak House.” Both 
strong in hope and confidence of being able by 
the united Industry of two pairs of willing hands 
to defy care and poverty. I wish I could say that 
success crowned their efforts, but fortune—fickle 
dame—too often proves unavailing, though pur¬ 
sued ever so steadily. 
He did all that two hands could do, and she did 
her best. While harvests gre^v and ripened be¬ 
neath his skillful hands, household duties filled 
her time, and the little house visibly brightened. 
Vines grew over and shaded the sunny windows, 
and the long gallery was tragrant with the breath 
of honey-suckle and climbing roses. Trees began 
to adorn the yard, and In the garden, blue violets 
peeped from a veil of green leaves, crimson lilies 
glowed in the sunshine, roses nodded a welcome, 
and fruit trees and vegetables yielded a reward to 
the loving hands that planted and cared for them. 
The merry voices of children made music 
around. The first a boy, with thoughtful, earn¬ 
est eyes, and afterwards, several little sisters. 
The children and flowers grew together, and the 
little ones loved the fairy blossoms that gave 
grace and beauty to the plain walls. They knew 
no care, these little ones—and the mother, know¬ 
ing that life’s trials must come lo them soon 
enough, strove to make their childhood pleasant, 
encouraging their happy sports, singing nursery 
rhymes with them when her own heart was filled 
with rankling sorrow, striving to beautify and 
train their young minds. 
Bur trials thickened, sickness weakened and 
discouraged, losses aud misfortunes of various 
kinds cast a deep gloom over the parents’ lives. 
Finally, the demon debt drove them forth from 
the home that might have been so happy. 
Now, strangers in a strange land, they begin life 
anew, and only occaalonaUy some chance remark 
c&Us up the Utile house. One day, the mother 
found a spray of honeysuckle, which she tenderly 
gathered for the sake of the memories clustering 
around It. 
Her boy perceiving It said, “ Mamma, I love 
honeysuckle. 1 can't help thinking of the big vine, 
at the old home.” oh, now much tender regret 
wasconveyedln thatlittlesentence! and how much 
affectionate remembrance, This proves that the 
labor we bestow in adorning our homes, is repaid 
tenfold in the Impression it makes upon young 
hearts, if parents would only spare tune irom 
the absorbing cares of life to make home attrac¬ 
tive, tbe young would be less apt to wander and 
become defiled. Meu a nd women going xorth into 
the world, with hearts kept strong and warm, with 
loving memories of th<ir homes, would be better 
enabled to meet file's battles.—Honeysuckle. 
■-- 
GOOD MANNERS. 
A person’s manner is quite a different thing 
from a person’s manners. The former indicates 
very plainly the style and character of the Individ¬ 
ual: while the latter are the result of training and 
association. It has been well said,that a lady may 
possess very excellent manners and yet have a 
very unfortunate mauner, and the reverse. To 
lUustrate: There Is a girl who has been carefully 
taught rrom her childhood how to enter and leave 
a room, how to address and Introduce people, how 
to behave at table and In company, yet notwith¬ 
standing continual lessons in deportment, abe has 
a manner which Is not winning, yne is proud, or 
vain, or cold, or disdainful, and this Is shown by 
her manner even when her manners are agree¬ 
able. 
We often go into a little store kept by a woman 
whom we desire to help by our custom. But near¬ 
ly always her atr or supercllUous Indifference, and 
her Icy remoteness from the least Interest in us or 
our purchases, sends us away half irozen There 
Is an atmosphere of forblddlngness about the shop, 
and we are glad to get out of It into the sunshine. 
On the other hand, we know certain saleswomen In 
some ol the great stores of New York, who are so 
sunny, so genial and so delightful In their way of 
serving us, that to buy from them Is a perfect 
pleasure, and tuey often persuade us Into taking 
what we do not really want, solely by the charm 
of their sweet, unaffected grace. 
To have a womanly, dignified and cordial man¬ 
ner you must have love to God and your lellow- 
belngs in your heart. To have yooa manners you 
must use them every day at home, and not keep 
them merely for company. Flue gold and dia¬ 
monds never wear out, hut are as beautltul after 
years of use as at first, and far more precious.— 
Christian at Work. 
FASHION NOTES. 
Handsome new fans are of ostrich feathers to 
match the costume in color or In pretty contrast. 
A novelty In neckties for ladies, Is white Japan¬ 
ese crape, edged with lace. They are prettier than 
muslin or lace scarfs. 
The long lleeeed fur hats are very fashionable. 
Ivory toilet sets, with jeweled monograms aud 
Initial letters on the backs of the brushes and 
hand-gluasee, are to be seen, 
The serpent bracelet Is much worn, many ladles 
wearing it in place of the linen cuff or lace ruffle. 
When clasped about the arm It remains station¬ 
ary. 
Beal color grows In popularity as the season ad¬ 
vances, and satin is the favorite goods. Dresses, 
Jackets and habits are made of seal satin. In 
other goods the color Is as great a favorite as In 
satin. 
The Queen Ann fashion of trimming merino with 
figured cotton Is carried out In morning and house 
dresses, by borders of rich figured cretonne stripes, 
usually seen only on curtains, with velnlngs and 
shadings hand-embroidered in silk. The bands 
are very handsome. 
Coiffures are now very simple, both for the day 
and evening. The hair Is worn low on the fore¬ 
head In short curls or ripples, and arranged In a 
few loops or a plait at the back or the head. 
Tulle is a favorite fabric this winter for ball- 
dresses, more especially in white, aud also occa¬ 
sionally In pale blue, rose color, and other light 
tints. 
Young ladles who are fond of dancing adopt the 
short dress for balls and evening parties; young 
matrons generally prefer the more dignified 
trained skirt. 
The brocade fabrics so much in favor this win¬ 
ter will continue quite as much so during spring. 
Muslln-de-lalnes and French cashmeres In pretty 
armureand brocade patterns, will be made up 
with plain materials for trimmings Into very nice 
walking and indoor costumes. 
But the newest and most popular of spring fancy 
goods is the printed Indian cashmere, in small, 
multi-colored pine patterns over a light, ground. 
A COMMENDATORY LETTER. 
I wish to say a few words denoting my apprecia¬ 
tion of “ Letters from a Country Girl.” I con¬ 
cluded, when I read the last chapter, that I would 
get them all together and read them a second time. 
1 think I usually derive more benefit from a second 
reading than from the first. I have read the last 
and twentieth chapter three times, and consider 
it a perfect gem; Just such Instruction as most of 
us need. 
If we do not conduct ourselves in a ladylike man¬ 
ner now, it will be our own fault. But then, how 
prone we are to forget,. We seem like children In 
this respect, we need “line upon line, precept 
upon precept.” 
Wo can bear a great amount of teaching, and 
then need a little more. It, Is oomrortlng to pains¬ 
taking editors that somesseds fall Into good hon¬ 
est hearts, and will surely bear more or less 
fruit. I look upon the “ Rukai, New-Yorker" as 
disseminating good principles of truth and justice, 
with Ireedom from harshness and severity It 
is also more benevolent to subscribers than any 
paper 1 knowof. aunt Flora. 
Citcran) UlisaUaitg. 
WILFUL’S CHRISTMAS EVE. 
CHAPTER II. 
(Continued from pstre 95.) 
“ My young people would never forgive me for 
turning you out of a room to which you have an 
equal, nay. a prior right. I should be scolded to 
the verge of dearness If 1 behaved so rudely, 
shouldn’t I, girls?” 
Gertie looked down and played with her spoon, 
but Leila, who had detected a merry gleam In the 
brown eves of Mr. Lee, plucked up courage to say, 
with a pleading look: 
“if these gentlemen possess a forgiving spirit, 
I’m sure they’ll not leave us.” 
The hint was taken; the young men resumed 
their seats, and Gertie's fair cheek began to feel 
less painfully hot whenever she recalled her 
thoughtless speeches. 
No messeuger was to be had, though Mr. Lee 
and his friend volunteered to try and make way to 
the nearest farm and procure one there. Until the 
suow ceased It would be madness to attempt it; 
and though Mrs. Lockwood alternately fretted and 
scolded Baker for doing the same, Gertie and 
Leila prepared to endure thetr captivity with cheer¬ 
fulness. 
“It’s quite a new sensation," the latter asserted. 
“I shall write a thrilling narrative of our adven¬ 
tures when they are over. What a startling climax 
It will be It the commissariat, stores give out before 
we are able to evacuate our quarters, and we are 
not only snowed up, but on the point of star¬ 
vation l.” 
“That’s too horrible 1” cried Gertie. “Let us 
ring for the hostess, aud ask her what she can give 
us for dinner.” 
“ And we will smoke a cigar In the porch the 
while,” said Mr. Sidney, courteously. “ We should 
be In the way when such an Important discussion 
la In process.” 
Accompanied by Mr. Lockwood, the young men 
quitted the room, just as the comely Mrs. Jones 
entered It, and smoothed her apron, and curtsied 
the while she replied to the young ladles’ questions- 
** Eh! weff, she wasn’t overmuch stocked, see¬ 
ing she’d only provided for tbe two gentlemen, but 
there was a joint in the larder, and some game, 
and she daresay they would not object to the 
ladles and their papa’s sharing them.”. 
“But why consult them at all? Are not we 
your guests as well as they ?” demanded Leila, 
with some hauteur. 
“ Who will I consult but my employers ?” queried 
tbe woman, opening her eyes widely. 
“But,good gracious! lBn’t this an inn, free to 
all travelers?” 
Mrs. Jones looked more surprised than before. 
“ Eh! now what could have put that Into your 
heads, young leddles? This is no inn, but Just an 
old farmhouse that my master and Ills friends 
occupy whenever they want'a little shooting on 
the moors." 
»* And who Is your employer ? Mr. Lee ?” 
She shook her head. 
“No, it’s the other gentleman, Master Robert. 
1 was his nurse when he was a baby. God bless 
him l” 
She was hastily dismissed, and then the girls 
ruefully surveyed each other. 
“This comes of taking things for granted!’> 
cried Leila. “ nere have we been coolly taking 
possession, giving our orders, and behaving with 
all the unconcern In the world, while the rightful 
owner or the place was—was ” 
“ Laughing at us In his sleeve 1” added Gertie. 
“What an absurd position! We shall have to 
apologize.” 4 
“ 1 hate apologizing; besides, It’s not our fault— 
It’s Mrs. Lockwood’s.” 
“Bhall we feign lgnoranoe till we can beat a re¬ 
treat?” 
“Do as you like,” said Leila. “I think I shall 
creep upstairs, and stay there till the anowthaws.” 
“ And desert me ? Better put a bold front on 
It,” suggested Gertrude. “ It Isn’t like you to be 
so cowardly.” 
Leila tossed back her head, repeated the word 
“cowardlyI” and Mr. Lee, returning to the room 
Just then for his fuzees, site bravely attacked bim. 
Why had he suffered her and her friends to [make 
the.mselves so ridiculous? 
Mr. Lee pleaded not guilty, and laid the blame 
on his comrade, who in his turn gravely assured 
Leila that If anyone was In fault, It was not he; 
and by the time Mr. Lockwood had been made to 
understand the state of affairs, the whole party 
were so diverted at thejjewliderment depicted on 
his round, rosy face, that tlielr apologies and pro¬ 
testations ended In laughter. 
Mrs. Lockwood, who was really suffering from a 
violent cold, kept her room for several days; 
but no one appeared to regret It. Her spouse, 
when freed from the constraint of her presence, 
was The most genial or men, and the young 
people soon drifted Into Intimate relations. 
They were still held In confinement by tbe snow; 
but no one seemed to regret It. The gentleman 
cleared a space In front of the house, where 
Gertie and Leila could walk briskly to and fro, 
and thus obtain exercise; and when the weather 
would not permit this, they all gathered In the 
bay window, where Mr. Lee gave Leila and Ger¬ 
tie lessons in German, or Robert Sidney assisted 
the latter In copying a fine old eugravlng she had 
found In her chamber. Or the pencil thrown 
aside and the book closed, they either talked 
politics with M r. Lockwood; or the young men, 
who hud traveled, descanted on what they had 
seen for the umiHomcut of thetr fair companions. 
Then at evo how pleasant It was to gather round 
the hearth, and chat merrily, conjecture what was 
going on In the world from wtilch they were so 
entirely and suddenly cut off! They were never 
at a loss for amusement,; there were old Christ¬ 
mas games played, and new ones invented, no 
one entering Into them more heartily that Mr. 
Lockwood! and when he asked for the simple 
ballads he loved to hear, Gertie aud Leila sang all 
the more sweetly because the rich bass notes of 
Mr. Lee. and the pleasant, but not powerful, 
tenor of Robert Sidney, blended with their own 
voices. 
“ We seem as If we had known each other for 
years!” Leila observed to her friend, as they 
were going down to breakfast one morning. 
“ What a pity It Is that etiquette, In the shape of 
Mrs. Lockwood, threatens to descend upon us 
to-day [” 
Gertie sighed quite dolefully, and It seemed as 
If the gentlemen had caught the infection of her 
gravity, for Robert Sidney walked hastily out of 
the parlor as they entered It, with signs of agita¬ 
tion on his fine features, and Mr. Lee was equally 
decomposed. 
“ Something has happened 1” exclaimed Leila, 
while Gertie turned pale and looked anxious. 
“ Nothing that need alarm you,” she was as¬ 
sured. “ The fact Is, Miss Darton, my friend 
Sidney and I have been taking ourselves to task 
for a reticence which begins to weigh upon our 
consciences.” 
“ Pray explain yourselves,” murmured Ger¬ 
trude, entreaiingly; while Leila, though Mr. Lee’s 
tone, rather than what he said, had startled her, 
after one steady look Into his earnest eyes, ex¬ 
claimed, with her usual impetuosity: “I am sure 
you have not done anything wrong!” 
“ Thank you fur judging us so kindly, Miss Dar¬ 
ton. The case stands thus: My friend was so un¬ 
fortunate as to overhear you express your repug¬ 
nance to meet a certain viscount with whom you 
were acquainted In your early girlhood. In the 
face of this avowal he could not bring himself to 
say 1 am that unlucky Individual. But he agrees 
with me that this—deception must I call It ?—ought 
not to continue any longer. It will make him very 
unhappy, he says, It by any act of his own he loses 
your esteem.” 
“ And 1 have been domesticated—actually do¬ 
mesticated—for nearly’ a week, with viscount Al- 
leyne ?” ejaculated Leila, turning red aud then 
pale. “ He la here, and Mrs. Lockwood will have 
to know It! Oh! this Is Intolerably provoking!’ 
She ran out of the room, and Gertie followed, to 
try and pacify her. 
“Dear Leila, what does It signify? viscount 
Alleync Is ft man whom no one could help liking.” 
« He Is a hypocrite; he has been tricking mo, and 
I detest htrn!”wasthe passionate reply. “And 
Mr. Lee Is worse than the viscount, tor he might 
have told me the truth; he was In his friend’s 
secrets, and of couree he knows that f am to be 
driven Into this marriage, victimized, sacrificed 
from mercenary motives. I did tliluk fie was sin¬ 
cere whatever his friend might be.” 
“ Do leave me to myself, Gertie!” sbe said, pres¬ 
ently, and Miss Lockwood was forced to obey. It 
was no use urging on the angry Leila that she was 
really a tree agent, and could accept or decline the 
Vlscou nt’s proposals, as she pleased. The girl was 
writhing under a mortification at which her rilend 
did not guess. Poor Leila had IrnbJ bed such a high 
opinion of Nonnan Lee, and had fancied she saw 
such answering regard In his glances, that she was 
deeply wounded when she had reason to think 
that he was not only privy to Lord Alleyne A matri¬ 
monial Intentions, but that all his praises of his 
comrade’s good qualities were designed to further 
them. 
“ But no one shall know what I feel," Leila told 
herself. “ It shall never be said that 1 gave my 
heart away unsought. I will baffle them all before 
another twenty-four hours have gone over my 
head.” 
Mr. Lee espied her presently In the porch, letting 
the cold air fan her throbbing temples, and hast¬ 
ened to join her.—[To be continued. 
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ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO. 
One hundred years ago wedding tours were not 
fashionable. 
One hundred years ago farmers did not cut their 
legs off with mowtatg machines. 
