JUNE 26 
413 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
liitrarg Utiscdkng. 
WAITING FOR THE COWS TO COME. 
The farm-house wears a modest mien, 
The dormer windows quaint and brown ; 
And through a tangled web of green 
The spring-house roof goes sloping down, 
A fragrance on the air sweeps by, 
Of new-mown hay, all wet with dew; 
And on the barn-roof, thatched with rye, 
The pigeons softly light and coo. 
The lambs upon the upland play. 
The sunset spreads its rose-red-glare; 
The mountain ranges stretch away 
Through dreamy paths of purple air. 
Beside the bars, beyond the wood. 
Within the mellow twilight gloarn, 
How oft, n bare.foot boy, I stood. 
To wait until the cows came home! 
The battle of my life I fought. 
Far from the scenes of boyhood's time— 
Yet even in my sleep I Bought 
To clasp a stronger hand than mine! 
I heard again the thresher's flaiL, 
And well-remembered sounds of home. 
And watched the evening sunlight pale 
While waiting for the cows to come. 
HOW 
OLAY WHITTLE'S MANHOOD 
WAS CROWNED, 
M. L. STONE. 
Ethel Biujce, sat oa a low rocker la the recess 
of the bay windows, apparently in deep thought. 
A very pretty picture she made, so her brother 
Hal thought, as he passed along the street in com¬ 
pany with clay Whittle. Ivies were Creeping 
above aud around her head reaching after the 
sunlight, while miles, geraniums, and hyaelnina 
were blooming at her feet. 
The gen lemau passed on, as also did the hands 
of the clock, hut still Ethel sat In evident study. 
Tne room was furnished with cultured taste, and 
skillful bauds kept it looking very Inviting to the 
family, and their friends. It was library, and 
sitting room combined. Ethel s parents had al¬ 
ways striven to have their home attractive, even 
It other expenses nad to be curtailed very closely. 
The mother was an Invalid and had been for 
several weeks, and the willing hands and tuough- 
lul heart of motuer were sadly missed by the 
daughter. Tne rest of the family said - that Ethel 
took mother's place to them all so well, that for 
the time they were not great losers,” and the 
mother conllned to her room ror lack of strength 
to he elsewhere, rather than from actual pain 
said ‘-that, she was having a rest In mind and 
body, for Ethel did uoo neglect anything” and 
she kept the little mother fresh and dainty, and 
the room so bright and cheery, that all the family 
w ould gather around ner In social glee. 
Ethel would Urst notice mother's tired look If 
they stayed too long, and pleasantly chiding them 
would drive them off to the sitting room. Clay 
Whittle used often to como In with iial to the 
mother’s room, and these 111 tic visits were seasons 
of delight to him. Hl3 mother had passed the 
portals over into the other side. How he missed 
her room and her counsel, and the time spent 
over at the Bruces, were choice minutes and great 
helps to him. 
His father was a leading politician, his sister a 
fashionable woman, while he himself was a law 
student. 
The evening barore Clay and Ethel had attended 
an entertainment together and on passing out 
from it, she stopped a moment to speak to a friend 
and Clay was joined by his sister 
Clay she asked *• why dld’nt you bring Eva Dray¬ 
ton this evening," 
“ I prefer the company I have,” he answered. 
“Company good enough 1 dare say, but I like 
to see agtrl with soma style In dress. Everything 
she wears is a year old.” 
“ Which or liself Is a crime of the first degree 
In the fashionable world'' he answered; joined 
Ethel and passed on. 
So on this the following morning, Ethel was try¬ 
ing to study out some plans for new clothes. Of 
course she was Indignant over the remark, but It 
was true that all she had, was a year old, but she 
had felt that they were good enough, until now. 
Sue knew too, that all ctiey had to live upon was 
her father's salary, watch might have seemed 
large to many, but their expenses were corre¬ 
spondingly large and with mother’s sickness aud 
Tom’s college OUls, or apart of them, somebody 
had to economize and really douy thomselves, and 
she had felt willing, and even anxious to do her 
share; but after overhearing the remark of the 
night baioi'e, denying herself had not been so 
sweet. 
She examined the closets to see If there was 
anything available to be made over, but returned 
to her low rocker disheartened. Her rather oame 
In, and seeing something amiss, asked, “ What 
are your thoughts like, daughter, and what are 
your wishes 7 Speak, and It halt of the kingdom 
is desired, it shall be yours I” 
“ I thought I was queen of the realm, and mis¬ 
tress of all 1 survey. I desire no more than the 
home kingdom, with a robe of royal purple.” 
“Or some other fashionable shade," he said. 
“ Frankly, Ethel, what were you thin king 
about 7” 
“I was wondering It there was any surplus 
money lu the f imlly treasury, that 1 could use for 
myself,” she said. 
" i think about forty dollars. Would It help 
you ? ” 
“Yes, Indeed. Just the sum I want." 
The fattier seemed to hesitate. Ethel spoke 
quickly, “ 1 do not want It, It It Is needed else¬ 
where.” 
“I’ll let you know at tea-time,” he said. “ Will 
balance account for the month, and rest assured, 
you shall have It daughter. If father can spare lt,’> 
and seated on one knee with her arm twined 
around his neck, she stroked his manly heard, 
caressingly. 
“We are not rich, Ethel," he said, “but this 
home Is ours, and Is a very pleasant, and an at¬ 
tractive one. and I have a family of whom I am 
both proud and tnankful. There Is one thing upon 
which I congratulate myself every week of my life, 
and It is this -that there are no mi• xpected bills 
coming In for payment contracted by my family. 
I know mat they never buy without my advice 
and counsel, and then order hill sent home . At 
the end of the month I come outeveu, at least. 
Here Is an Incident which struck me forcibly, but 
Is only one among the many of my experience. As 
1 passed through the store one day, I saw Mrs 
Drayton and Eva buying goods. The bill was 
brought to my desk, copied and * please remit’ 
added, as Is our custom, and placed In an envelope 
to be handed to parties or mailed. Opportunity 
for giving it to Mr. Drayton occurred on my way 
to dinner. He opened It, glanced at the total, and 
looked very much disturbed.” 
“ Was it large7" asked Ethel. 
“Something over an hundred dollars.” 
“ Inside of thirty days will answer 7” he asked. 
“ Yes.” 1 answered and passed on. “ The time 
has expired and no payment yet.” 
“ He Is very able to pay It!” exclaimed Ethel. 
“ Perhaps no more so than your father, Ethel; 
and several such hills coming in unexpectedly 
soon seriously embarrass a man wno cannot al¬ 
ways spare such sums from his business without 
injury.” 
At tea-time Mr. Bruce said: “There Is Just one 
thing to Keep that money from you, and It Is Tom’s 
letter just received. Ho says: 
“ Father, I have to have ten dollars worth more 
of books than I have money to cover, and I 
cannot look scarcely decent without a new over¬ 
coat. ir you remember mine you will agree with 
me, especially when I tell you It bas worn thread¬ 
bare wondrous rast. Thirty dollars will get one 
to suit me. Hoping mother is better, and that 
Ethel and Ulay are as friendly as ever, I am as of 
Poor Tom.” 
“ The money is hJs, father,” said Ethel; “and 
now for mother’s tea.” As she passed the window 
she caught a glimpse of Clay and Eva Drayton 
riding together, and he was driving his sister’s 
span of grays. 
“ VVhat beauties those horses are,” exclaimed 
Hal; “and now stylish Eva looks. But why are 
they riding togetner ? Is he taking hla sister’s ad¬ 
vice as soon as this 7 ” 
“ What do you know about hla advisors?” asked 
Ethel. 
“‘Ltttle pitchers have big ears,’and the Bruce 
ears are far too quick for their own good. 1 stood 
by the door and heard wnat sue said, and I knew 
that you heard by the lines around your mouth.” 
“ Well, I cannot have any better to wear, and 1 
am almost glad 1 cannot, tor what I have Is good 
enough,” and Ethel entered her mother’s room 
humming a tune. 
“ I wish I could do something,” Hal thought; 
“but my money goes to Tom,” and he must not 
feel that we are sacrificing partlculary for him, 
tor he Is very sensitive. Mother must not be 
troubled and fatner does his best for us all; but 
Etbei deserves more than she gets, but she looks 
well In wnat she has. Confound that Mrs. Strat¬ 
ton anyway 1" 
“ What about the money, Ethel? I’ll send Tom 
enough Tor his books and you may take the bal¬ 
ance,” said Mr. Bruce later, 
‘ No, indeed, father 1 He Is away from home 
and needs it more than I.” 
• What will you do?" he asked. 
‘i'll wale until I write my novel," she said, 
laughing. “ Truly, father,” she added earnestly, 
“ If I could earn money for my own wants aud 
make U easier for you it would give me great joy.” 
Hal and his father walked down town that even¬ 
ing and met Eva and Clay. Hal never could keep 
a secret very well, and he told hl 3 father what 
Mrs. Stratton had said to her brother the evening 
before. 
“I wish 1 had the money ror her,” said Mr. 
Bruce, *• but I cannot get It without breaking a 
rule of ours to wnich we have always strictly ad¬ 
hered." She says “she will wait until she writes 
her novel. 
“ Perhaps It Is written,"said tfal. 
“ What do you mean ?” asked his father. 
“Ethel has a drawer pretty well filled with 
manuscripts, many of them nicely copied all ready 
for the press -short stories aud longer ones, and 
bits of poetry, etc." 
“ Drawer locked 7" tbe rather asked. 
“ No, It Is the lefc hand blind one." 
Late that night Mr. Bruce sat up reading his 
daughter’s literary work. 
On entering hisoffce next morning the senior 
member of the firm euu usted him with some Im¬ 
portant business to go to the city to transact, say¬ 
ing, “ It will probably detain you several days.” 
TUat night he started on hl3 Journey and In one 
side of Uls valise were a number of Ethel s manu¬ 
scripts. Her work struck him as remarkably 
good, but “ 1 am not an unbiased Judge,” he said 
or him self. 
When hi3 business for the house was well under 
way, ho visited some editorial friends and toid his 
errand. 
“ Has she ever had anything published?” was 
asked. 
“ Not to my knowledge. She was very quiet 
over her work and told her brother that she feared 
she never could offer any of her pet pieces for 
publication, for she felt as if she could not bear a 
refusal. I am not sure that I am treating her 
fairly, for she does not dream of these being in my 
possession.” 
“ I think your daughter has considerable talent 
In ract some of her pieces are very fine while 
others we will cut up unmercifully, which will be 
hard on her feelings, but as good tor her as med- 
clne," said the editor after an examination of the 
manuscript. 
He was still to be In the city, and was requested 
to come In again, which he did, when a check for 
JtOO was handed to him “ asking if it would be 
satisfactory,” and also requesting more from the 
same source. 
Business detained Mr. Bruce In the city longer 
than was anticipated, while the home ones anx¬ 
iously awaited his return. Mrs. Bruce slowly but 
surely grew worse and Ethel hovered over her for¬ 
getting everything in her anxiety about her. 
Clay Whittle made hla morning call In the sick 
room regularly, and just as regularly would ride 
out with Miss Eva Drayton. 
The days came when Mrs Bruce was alarmingly 
worse, and telegram after telegram was sent 
to the husband without avail. Hal, Ethel and 
Clay watched and waited, Joined by Tom In their 
unceasing vigils. 
“ If only my husband would come !’’ Mrs. Brace 
would say, while the hearts of the others echoed 
the wish with great earnestness. 
Night came on, and Clay said, “ If Mr. Bruce Is 
not here at nine o’clock, 1 will start after him at 
ten. The wires are cut at a certain point and com¬ 
munication Is not to be depended upon,” and 
kneeling at Mrs. Bruce’s bedside be said, *• I may 
never see you again my friend on earth: can I not 
have your blessings ere I go, and consent to my 
asking Ethel to be my wife. She need not answer 
now unless she wishes but if she can love me, will 
you bless us ?” 
“I know not Ethel’s heart, settle It between 
yourselves my children,” and after waiting for 
Ethel to join them if she would, although she did 
not, the mother with her hands on the bowed 
head, pronounced a silent blessing upon him, and 
an audible amen. 
He arose and turned to go, and found Mr. Bruce 
standing in the doorway. 
Days passed aud the mother gained strength 
very slowly. Mr. Bruce gave his daughter the 
money saying “ it was all her own, but nothLng 
more. One evening some company gathered in, 
and among them Clay and his sister, and they fell 
to discussing some articles In one of the late 
monthly periodicals. “I read one ” said, Mrs. 
Stratton, that struck me forcibly. There was so 
much principle, and heart in It. I'm sure the 
writer must have a beautiful soul as well as a 
sensible body. It reminded me very much of my 
dear mother’s Ideas of right.” 
“ Was It written by a lady?” asked someone. 
“ I think so,” she answered. 
“ About such an one as you would choose for me 
for life's pilgrimage?” asked ci ty. 
“ My ideal for you is tot a common one but my 
dear ambitious brother, I fancy this one Is en¬ 
tirely too high for you In your present stale.” 
“Eva is alt furs and feathers this winter” said 
Prof. French. Do not Imagine for a moment that 
while you are Illustrious in your profession that 
she will be a star of greater magnitude In tbe 
literary world. 
“Howabout the tableaux you are practicing 
for, dallj ? I hear you want them to come off be¬ 
fore Lent. There is calk too ot Mr. Drayton fall¬ 
ing-better hasten them or Eva will not look 
very angelic or feel so either; 1 believe she is 
to personate some such a scene. Some say that 
much of her father’s pecuniary trouble lies In her 
own and her mother's extravagance.” 
“ Why Prof. French,” exclaimed one. ■* How 
dare you talk so. Mr. Whittle and Miss Drayton 
are very Intimate, and ride together every day 
lately. 
It takes a long time to prepare for tableaux es¬ 
pecially when Mrs. Stratton Is commander In 
chief, but sue makes It pleasant, for tbe grays and 
coachman are ever ready to serve the young 
ladles.” 
*' But Eva Is afraid of the coachman, and would 
rather walk than ride with him,” said Jennie Mil¬ 
ler. 
“ An( l the snow Is too deep for pedestrians this 
winter,” remarked the professor. 
•• You are sadly degenerating, Professor French,” 
said Mrs. Stratton. “ I’ll cease to recommend you 
as an instructor on the ground ot your being a gos¬ 
sip.” 
" I Have often thought that ladles and bachelors 
are goodgosslpers—married men never are; but, 
Clay, I want to congratulate you on being a good 
horseman. May you hold the reins of law and 
state as firmly aud truly lu the future. 1 under¬ 
stand all about this tableau affair, else I would 
not have spoken as I have. I have read that ar¬ 
ticle, Mrs. Stratton, and I think it good. It gave 
me a high opinion ot the author. Am sure it 
never emanated from the brains of a butterfly.” 
“Read It for us, Professor,” said Clay, “If it Is 
not too long.” 
" Gave you read It, Ethel 7 ” asked Professor 
French. 
“No, "she answered; “I have not had time or 
Inclination to look at the last number. Mother 
has taken every moment and absorbed every 
thought until within a few days, and since then I 
have slept when I could. Would enjoy hearing 
yon read It,” she said. 
•• You told me once, 1 believe, that you are not 
fond of reading, Ethel,” said Mrs. Stratton. 
She looked up puzzled. 
“ I think you must have misunderstood Ethel,” 
said Professor French. “ She reads a good deal, 
but not everything, she was one of my pupils that 
adopted a course ot reading—” 
“ And still adheres to It," she answered quietly. 
The Professor and Ethel had lone been warm 
friends, and Clay was really afraid sometimes It 
might prove to be something more. He blessed him 
in his heart to-night for speaking of the tableaux. 
He felt that la some way Ethel did not favor nim 
altogether, and It flashed through his mind that 
perhaps she knew nothing about them as she had 
been confined closely at home and nothing nad 
been said ot them in her presence or ot the ab¬ 
sence of his brother-in-law, which made it neces¬ 
sary for him to stay at his sister’s house, and thus 
he was subject In many ways to her orders. 
Her will was a strong one, and it was often eas¬ 
ier to acqulese than to oppose her. He felt, some¬ 
times that she had planned the tableaux on pur¬ 
pose to orlng him in Eva’s company. She was 
wary enough not to pretend to do so. 
But for the reading, Professor French's voice was 
a wondrous clear one and words dropping from 
his lips always sounded musically, a better one 
could not have been chosen to do an article Jus¬ 
tice. 
Ethel drew an olttoman up to her father’s side 
and sat down. He held one of her hands firmly 
in his. wlfile the reading progressed, bhe never 
dreamed of hearing her own production, wnen 
she sat down. the father felt her tremble and 
saw the lips pale while she listened breathlessly 
to every word. 
Just as It was finished Hal rising said “Please 
excuse sister. Mother sent me alter her some¬ 
time ago,” and slipping her arm through nis, 
bore her away but not tar before sue sank taint¬ 
ing at bis side. He carried her to her 0 wn room 
aud when she revived a little he said. <• Praise 
enough to turn vour nead, aud no one but fatner 
and your brother knows you deserve it! shall I 
tell them ?” 
“ No Indeed not for the world.” 
Shall I ask them to excuse you for the rest of 
the evening. It is most over, and father can at¬ 
tend to them." 
“ Yes you dear thoughtful brother. I need rest, 
she answered. She ilia go down to tbe parlor 
again however and heard Prof French say •• that 
he accused one of his pupils ror writing the ar¬ 
ticle whereupon the rest laughed at hL, conceit. 
Clay noticed him watching Ethel, and promtsed 
himself that not another day should pass without 
knowing if Ethel loved him. If she did not, he 
felt the future would be a weary waste—that his 
would be a crippled maubood and a one sided 
life. Ethel was the one thing he needed to make 
his life a perfect unit and develop his character 
Into what ttod created him to be. 
His morning call was onEtnel and he told her 
of his whole heart’s love, and asked her if she 
could be his wire. 
-Some things are now explained which I did 
not before understand. Tour sister does uot like 
me, but I hope3he will when she knows me better, 
and l am sure nay heart s love is y ours.” 
“ Thank God" he said kissing her, “ My man¬ 
hood Is crowned with the purest and best of His 
gilts-love, and 1 can go lm,o lire ready for Its 
battle, knowing there Is a true heart by the side 
of mine to strengthen me.' 
Mr. Bruce joined tnem and said "day do you 
think wifely duiles and literary work will assimi¬ 
late well enough to make you happy ?” 
“ • am sure that she will do me good and not 
evil all the days of her life, and that the heart of 
her husband shall safely trust in her. Was It true 
that one or Prof French's pupils was the author 
oftnatexcelieut article?” 
“ Be warned In time” said Mr. Brace “ and 
with this I bid you God speed ana good morning.’ ’ 
and we will do the same. 
Accordino to George Frauds Train, the late 
Baron Rothschild had the following maxims 
framed on his bank walls: 
Attend carefully to details of your business! 
Be prompr in alt tblngs! 
Consider welt, then decide positively! 
Dare to do right! Fear to do wrong! 
Endure trials patiently! 
Fight life’s battle bravely, manfully! 
Gt not Into the society of the vicious! 
Hold Integrity sacred! 
Injure not anotUer's reputation or business! 
Join hands ooly with tne virtuous! 
Keep your mind from evil tncugnts! 
Lie not tor any consideration! 
Make few acquaintances: 
Never try to appear what you are not! 
Observe good manners! 
Pay your debts promnUy I 
Question not tbe veracity of a friend! 
Respect the counsel of your parents! 
Sacrifice money rather than prlrclplel 
Use your leisure time for improvement! 
Venture not upon tne threshold of a wrong: 
Wfl :h carefully over your passions I 
’X nd t o every one a klnaiy salutation! 
Yield not to discouragement! 
Zeulously labor for the right! 
And success Is certain! 
The Human Ftocrk’—T he proportions ot the 
human figure are six times the leugth of the feet, 
whether the form is slender or plump, the rule 
holdsgood,aay deviation from It is a department 
from the highest beauty in proporilon. 
The Greeks make all their statues according to 
this rule. The face, from the highest polut uf the 
forehead, where the hair begins, to the chin is oue 
tenth of the whole stature. The hand, from the 
wrist to t he middle linger is the same. From the 
t >p of the cnest to the highest polut of the fore¬ 
head, Is a se venth. If the face, from the roots of 
the chin, be divided into three equ il parts, the 
first division determines t he place where the eye¬ 
brows meet, and the second tne nostrils. Tne 
bight, from the feet to tUe top of the head, 13 the 
distance rtom the extremity of the fingers when 
the arms are extended. 
>-*-♦- 
The Vesuvius Railway.— Tourists are now 
able to visit, the crater of Vesuvius without the 
labor ot climbing, the railway being complete. 
The depot Is situated at a hlght of sio meters 
above the observatory, a restaurant and cafe 
capable ot accommodating too people isauched to 
the depot The angle of lnclliiatlun of mu rail¬ 
road attains at various polntsjoo, 50 a and 
Tnere are two passenger cars, me Vesuvius an 
.Etna, accommodating 12 persr The 
tern adopted In the constructior of ft a railway 
of American Invention, and g 
prismatic system." 
