OCT. 48 
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lUatiiita for for jhutng. 
HOW THE DAY ENDED. 
BY MAUDE MEREDITH. 
I sat, TUly, got the baskets all packed? Here, 
what’s to be done with this sort of a ple-thing 
with a cake laid over It? Oh. It’s a " picnic pie,” 
eh! well! everything In ? JIallo! here’s the team. 
I say, all aboard! 
“ All aboard for oak Grove Springcried voices 
from the barouche, and Clyde hurried out, follow- 
ed by his sister Tilly. 
Clyde and Matilda Barton, as Aunt Mehltable 
called them, sue had “brung up’’sister Sara’s 
children. 8ara was never a very considerate, 
calculating sort of a woman, and this last of all. 
leaving two little helpless children, while she 
quietly slipped down Into her grave UDder the 
daisies beside the soldier husband, was the most 
Inconsiderate of all, so Aunt Mehttable thought, 
and she ought to know about It, for she took the 
children home to her little yellow house at the 
end of the street, and though Clyde had grown up 
a merry, manly fellow, and had been able In a 
short Ume to bring In his weekly wages, and little 
Tilly, after the few flrst years of mumps and 
measles, had shown her tact In decorating the 
little house and desolate, weedy yard, Aunt Hltty 
had “all she could attend to to keep the hugs off 
the taters and the weeds out on the onions,” yet 
to-day, as the carriage load drove off, Aunt Me- 
hltable sighed, looking after It, and murmured, 
“Such a site of trouble children Is; but then It 
was drefful like Sara to do so.” 
Auut Illtty would never realize that she was 
growing old and feeble, but Clyde, now almost a 
man, more manly with his 18 years than many a 
one at 20, was her sole support, and that little 
Tilly, already 16, had nursed her through alls and 
attacks of rheumatism Innumerable, she saw, as is 
the habit of the world, only her own virtues and 
the obligations of others to her. Meanwhile the 
merry picnic party bowled along. Joined now and 
then by others, until some 30 or 40 merry young 
folks met at the Spring. It was a day on which to 
he merry, the Summer holiday, July 4th. The 
little- Western village seldom invested In powder 
on such occasions, and only some of the young 
people, decorating their horses with Innumerable 
little flags, Improved the day for plcntclng. Oak 
Grove Springs being the pleasantest, resort. 
Games or quoits and base ball, where some of the 
girls “surely, surely,” had fingers broken, so they 
declared at least; skiff rides on the river and the 
picnic dinner finished out the day, and tired and 
dusty they returned home at an early hour, quite 
sail sited with their patriotic endeavors. 
Am r the teams were returned and paid for, as 
they lounged out of the little office, whlcn was 
also the har-room, an ugly question came up in 
the minds of the hoys, what to do with the even¬ 
ing v Most of them were at some kind of ernploy- 
mentln the village, and this one day in the year 
business was set aside and the windows closed. 
“ Let’s go boating,” suggested Clyde Barton; 
“ there Is a full moon and It will be lovely; cool, 
too! We can race If we choose, two to a boat, 
you know. What d’ye say, boys!” 
“ l say my new shoes pinch awful,” and Charlie 
Herne fairly took a limp step or tw-o. 
“Go up to your room and change them, sug¬ 
gested Roy Caiman, “we’ll all go along.” And 
off they started. 
Charlie Herne was a clerk In the post office and 
slept In a room Just back or It. 
“ I'll have to be back in an hour, when the stage 
comes In,” said Charlie. 
Tom Uaseltlue stretched his six feet or indolent 
manhood on Charlie’s bed with a yawn. “ I say, 
boys, I’m tired, let’s get us a lunch and, I say, 
some of old Bob's good elder, or-stay I Becky 
Stout made lots of wine from her grapes last year, 
and now she wants to sell it. That drunken 
scamp Tom Brown says she has mixed whiskey 
with it, for it is too much for ht8 perpendicularity, 
hull don’t believe It; sue gave me a little taste 
one day—awful stingy little drop—hut It was 
rousing good, now i tell you l Nothing but home¬ 
made, you know, boys,” he said with a winning 
tone of voice and a good natured smile. 
Then followed a little discussion for and agaffist 
—boating or supper, Harry Hereford holding out 
stoutly against the supper. 
“ it's all very well, he said, “ but me and Clyde 
knows Just bow it will be; there alnt one of us 
used to elder, even, and we'll get, stupid and silly 
and like as not light and shame ourselves and 
every one belonging to us. I know I wouldn't 
want my mother to know of It, would you, Clyde, 
If you’s In my place ?” 
Clyde and Harry were the best of friends; both 
brave, honest boys trying to do right. Harry, for 
the sake or his widowed mother, whose Idol he 
was, and Clyde from a manly Instinct, and a feel- 
lDg that loving lit tle Tilly had no other friend and 
protector, aDd he needs must be a man. But num¬ 
bers over-ruled and the two friends at last said 
aside to each other; “ We don’t need to drink, 
we’ll Just have a pleasant time and not touch the 
wine.” 
And steadily they adhered to their decision, 
until late In the evening, after the stage had gone 
and the wine had began to effect the spirits of the 
hoys, who now began persistently to banter the 
two who were 'conspicuous by their repeated re¬ 
fusals to drink. 
At hur, halt shamed by the raillery received, 
Clyde and Harry promised to take one small glass 
each if the boys would then go home. The prom¬ 
ise was readily given and, at a wink from Tom, a 
liberal dose or clear whisky was poured Into each 
glass and they were then filled with wine. 
The boys, unsuspecting the cheat, drank off the 
contents of the glasses, and then arose to go, but, 
by a sort of combined effort from all the party, 
they were detained a few minutes for this and for 
THE BUBAL WEW-YOBKEB. 
that, the boys purposing to have some fun at the 
expense of “These temperance fellows, that were 
so afraid of being drunk.” 
A queer feeling or torpor, a being lifted up Into 
dreamland was creeping over their senses, at 
which their companions winked and chuckled 
Inwardly, and at last declared they were thirsty. 
IIany who grew merry, called for more wine, 
hut Clyde, naturally quiet, and thoughtful, grew 
sullen under the effects of the mixed liquor, and at 
flrst remonstrated, then qucrllously accused the 
boys of foolishness, then of meanness. 
By this time narry had swallowed down two or 
three glasses, and uproariously insisted on Clyde’s 
drinking, at last, thoroughly angered, heerted, 
“ Yes, I’ll dr in k another glass, like a fool, and then 
Harry Hereford, you’ll go home.” 
Some of the boys still sober enough tor mischief, 
filled the glass nearly full of whisky adding a 
little sugar and wine. Clyde had never tasted 
either before, so he took the draught unconsciously! 
and dropping the glass caught Harry by the coat 
and endeavored to force him away. But Harry! 
wild with the drink, his merry nature seemingly 
turned into foam, he laughed, shook off the hand, 
bantered Clyde, and finally, catching up another 
glass, oiled, “Drink, drink to the merry god! 
8wear by Bacchus! swear I drink 1” trying to force 
the cup to his lips. 
At this the other boys set lh and a general good- 
natured scuffle followed, but out of which half of 
the boys came with red hot tempers, pulling off of 
coats, “squaring off,” and with many a stagger, 
declaring themselves ready to “And their honor” 
at any cost, and a general fmeiee followed, Harry 
still sensible enough to follow close after his best 
friend, Clyde. The door was pushed open, Tom’s 
burly weight fell against Clyde, throwing him up¬ 
on the wide, stone stop. In an Instant ho gained 
his footing, struck out In the halt-darkness, at the 
figure near him, whom he supposed to have struck 
him. 
A moment more and a very white, sober race 
leaned over a face yet whiter, upturned in the 
moonlight. From a ghastly cut across the temple 
flowed a stream of red, red blood, and the chilling 
lips whispered—“O, Clyde, you did not mean to 
—” then a heavy sigh, and Harry Hereford lay 
dead. 
A hush fell on the little group as Clyde gathering 
the head up on his knee tried to wipe away the 
blood, muttering incoherent words of endearment 
to his friend, the merry boy, who could now never 
answer him back again. 
At last he cried, throwing up his arms. “ Oh, 
don't stare so I don’t Harry! for God's sake look 
away! oh, just a minute! Just a minute!” and 
springing to his feet he dashed away through the 
alternate lines of moonlight and shadow and was 
lost to eight. 
Slowly then the clouded minds of the terror- 
stricken revelers began to act. At Charlie’s or¬ 
ders poor Harry’s body was raised carefully and 
laid on his own bed, and one after another the 
boys straggled off to tell the dreadful news to the 
older people. 
At last Harry’s mother had to be told the terrible 
truth, and the blow on the already shaken consti¬ 
tution was too severe. A deadly pallor grew slow¬ 
ly up from lip to fore head, a strange ashen blue, 
the eyelids quivered a moment and were closed 
forever. 
Harry and his mother were burled side by side, 
and then for the flrst time the neighbors turned to 
the living. Clyde had not been seen, could not be 
found though they advertised In the nearest pa¬ 
pers, telling him to come home, there was no 
arrest to be made, he had not struck with any 
murderous Intentions, and only that Harry's bead 
had lilt the sharp corner of the scraper by the 
door mat, he would not .have been hurt. Yet no 
word or tidings came. 
Aunt Illtty bewailed the luck that followed 
Sara and her children, and poor Uttle Tilly, almost 
broken hearted, crept out In the shade ol the 
Summer trees, a terrible weight falling on her 
young heart, she drew away from ail companion¬ 
ship, and the little village left her alone with 
her grief. 
By and by she took to long rambles away by the 
riverside, and off over the fields of grain, hoping 
always, vainly, that under some shrub or tTee she 
should find her brother. Thus she wandered on, 
always picturing him as perhaps asleep In the 
shade of this corn Held, and then not finding him, 
thinking he would surely te sitting under that 
cotton-wood, tired, and forlorn, heart-broken 
by lfls terrible deed, dreading to be alone, yet 
fearing the face of man. Though she would rush 
up to him, throw her arms about his neck, tell 
him how every one pitied him, and no one really 
blamed, no one wished to deliver him Into the 
hands of the law, In fact the law had no hold on 
him. 
Over and over she pictured the meeting, how 
she would lead him home, how she would com¬ 
fort and caress him, and in her anxiety for her 
brother forgetting her own misery. For In her 
girlish heart Harry had been the one Ideal hero, 
while Clyde had filled the place or father and 
mother and kindred: he was all she had, her brave 
brother. 
one day when the westward suh threw long 
slant shadows over the field, and ‘the trunks of 
trees stretched out gaunt black ghosts of shadows 
toward the east, TIUy turned slowly homeward. 
A month had now passed and not a word had 
reached them from the lost Clyde. Had the law 
reached Its searching fingers forth, no wood would 
have been sufficiently dense, no hamlet far enough 
removed to have hid him. But only the frleudly 
Interest of a little village, and the agonized fear 
and love ol one little slater searched after him, 
and no word came, no trace was round. 
Slowly, sadly she turned her steps homeward, 
scarcely heeding the course she took, when sud¬ 
denly the sound of a voice arrested her, a voice 
from out of the very ground, smothered, indis¬ 
tinct, strange, yet familiar singing that old song 
“Over the Sunset Hills,” the yery words she and 
Clyde had sung so often together, accompanying 
themselves on their mothers old harmonla. 
Tilly clasped her hands and held her breath, 
looking eagerly on every side, thinking she should 
see the handsome face, and springing form of her 
brother come suddenly In sight from—she hardly 
knew where, hut he did not come. The voice 
died out, then began again. 
The sun had gone down now, and a cool breeze 
shook the leaves on the oak, and rustled through 
the long lances of the corn In the Held beyond. 
Perplexed and frightened, fearlug some hidden 
tramp yet held by sometlilng In the voice, she 
drew nearer and nearer the sound, then all was 
still, and she waited. A hennlt thrush hurst forth 
In rapturous song, and a whip-poor-will called 
wlerdly close at hand, “nush, oh birds!” she 
cried, and the sound of her own voice In the gath¬ 
ering shadows startled her. 
Then the voice began again: 
” Over the rurple hills, my darling-, 
Over the sunset sea." 
A waver In the next line and then in full clear 
tones: 
“ I’m coming, coming to thee.” 
There was no longer any mistaking Clyde’s voice 
and TUly rushed forward crying “ Clyde! Oh, 
Clyde I” when a voice from an old deserted min¬ 
eral shaft at her feet, answered, “ I knew you 
would come, Tilly. The angels always hear If we 
sing,” and TUly white with delight kneeling by 
the shaft peered over In the darkness, crying out 
her Joy and gladness, telling Clyde aU the cheering 
words her full heart could think to say, and, beg- 
gtng him he cheerful and wait untU she brought, 
help, she rushed away to the vUlage and soon 
with lanterns and ropes and rope-ladders, half of 
the vUlage turned out to the rescue. 
When with shouts and words of cheer the vil¬ 
lagers gathered around the shaft, no word of an¬ 
swer came to all their calls, and at last thinking 
hunger had exhausted him and he slept, a rope 
ladder was hastily lowered, and poor Tom Hasel- 
tlne, who could never forgive hltnBelf for being t he 
first cause of all the harm, tying a rope about his 
chest, with nervous, tremulous fingers fastened a 
lantern to his shoulder and began the descent. 
The shaft was deep, and It was Borne time before 
the slacking ropes showed that Tom had reached 
terra flrma. 
There was a suppressed sound of words and t hen 
a call for “ more ropes” and after a long Interval, 
In which a strong cable was lowered, the cry 
“ Heave away ” and slowly hand over hand, two 
of CentraUa’B old miners, standing on planks that 
spanned the mouth of the pit, drew the burden up. 
Whispers of “Js he dead?” "Can he be 
asleep?” “What Is the matter?” ran round the 
circle, but Tilly, breathless and motionless, gazed 
down Into the darkness. 
Slowly the moon began to rise over the eastern 
prairies, and scattered, like bits of gold, Its yellow 
rays among the oak branches, and silvered, here 
a broad strip of sward, there a white howl of a 
silver birch, and at last fell on the men as they 
stood on the heavy planks. 
“Stand back!” and the crowd swayed and 
gave room. TUly feU on her knees, and bent her 
face low, whUo one stepped upon the plank beside 
the other, and Charlie Herne drew the other plank 
out of the way. Slowly the burden came up to 
the clear cold moonUght. A shudder ran through 
the crowd. The hair was matted, damp, the face 
and clothes covered heavUy with the clinging yel¬ 
low ochre, and the gaunt, hollow eyes were wild 
and sightless. Clyde Barton had crossed the 
“-Mystic river 
That flows from the unknown sea.” 
Only “ a Uttle of old Becky’s wine,” only a “ lit¬ 
tle fun,” as Tom had thought It, when he smug¬ 
gled In a half pint of whiskey lrom the drug store, 
but on Tom’s heart in letters of blood are written 
the words s “ Look not upon the wine when It Is 
red, when It glveth Its color to the cup.” 
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