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Entered according to Act of Conoreas, in the year ISI, by NORMAN J, MUNRO, tn the offee of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C. [Entered at the Post Oftce, New York, as Second Class Matter.)
Vol, VIII. { FORMAN 1. MUNRO,
1 and 16 Vandewater St,
NEW YORK, AUGUST 8, 1881.
jh Penamnmavrace! No 409
$1.50 rou aix Monts,
“1
"bled apalieas ed the questi
1» ehuracte
ue Hacketvil
and deliver seo inysterio
but che at ot
ss
Lily,
Waar! a child of three years row tht
favure then hath known n
work so fairly done
ieee rounding of the sun,
pows
an Mecamplish bow by four:
raw!
ory Hneament isd
very dimple is a poo
f ethereal vintage t ‘ull,
hence a man might quaif ard be
ing of more than | Kingdoms three,
Kk, her crown of golden curis
hor queen of gil the girls:
lakes
nd that light within her eye
Might arou e old chivalry
roma the dreams of ancient time
To adventure deedseublime.
dawnltke,
‘ly uy fawnlike,
nipping witha foot as airy
ne foot of fabled tui
jome, enchant me! with: ‘thy lips
bri! me in divine eelips
my cot
vith thy laughter, With my Smile
hat aopve weary han
‘nme
Bless the Hon and bless ‘The
That I found the way 0 grace
1y heaveni-auggosting face!”
‘an it be, but three years old! ’
hy, methinks thou art as bold
ten|
inkle
en invincible ta might
‘il obey thee with delight.
is no'wonder: the high dower
jeauty hath is sovereign power.
rarest Lily, heppy w
Vho are ogee “unto
jentlest
e tender light of day.
Marguerite? s- ‘Promisoy:
FOR LOVES SWEET SAKE.
By
Author of “A Terrible
2 3
fates Her Othe Eutoban
“goop-B:
tet
Mary ui feebeek flush
a
Mr. Peckham a
“ eet morning, Miss Ba
* Quite as well as ustal
ham Wil you plense itime buow it there aro | ‘en
any letters?”
“To to be sure,
Pimatraid not, fem afraid sot:
The girl ratched hi bin with erent eager, impa-| 8!
nb eyes er the contents of the
“Are a sare Mr. Peter she said, her
ly; “I really
Que
Nothing
ursother.”
ninat | Let mm
ve
am
She fairly. §
from.
eagerness, tue her ‘countenance fell asa
at the addres
“¢Ob,F thonght it was
ped
ore biting her Up, and flushing
mon.
“Nhe letter had a soiled, wayworn appeara
and the a irese was written in cuvloun, cramped
‘The postinark was Hinckettovile
mused Marguerite,
entary confusion
't imaging who ean be w
scrit too.”
fa Sa
E Faakottsvilie is. in, Vi
ini rked
pont amare, loved and locked hie desk
Marguwrige put the letter in her pocket, bade [!
bin Rou. smor ing, and went ou
ithe main reat of, the ite
me
SS at
vi iitaee. at varapid pace,
wnt 1 conti romed her.
Rite, little Rite
gla
Her great, tender,
He drew her bau:
ong beste bit,
tx nt ow
ing morning light;
warded men
nwinking eye:
th not made thee shy.
with a gemlike band,
thy command,
thee:
ail queens thow art,
m the heart ~
What & Spotters Treart can pay’
‘you never shall, ve said that ever
ice you were born.”
cried tama a
how |
and my poor
You surely
“Oh, Te certainly loved bim,” an-
swered her mother, lightly.“
I proved the sirength of i:
Jove by? all the. foolish enerifices
made for his take, Twas very fond
she picked u the way-worn letter
in silence. experience of yeurs
had taught her tee argument or
Temonstrance with her mother was
useless,
“Tue port mark ls Hackettartle
she sai lope,
wi
ngetl
fan odd little body, bute you'll Uke
her, Rite. Huckettsville is 1
Bien a Bomne three miles fr
sea. anh loveliest hitti
mee what deiver and
Bronte a id rambles dito bi
Tithe dear old days, aml
guerite, and bail so many lovers,
Aunt Tremayne bad set her beart |
on but one, however—'
“Sball I go on with the letter,
mamma? interrupted Marguerite,
biting ber lips to keep her
vexation. °
Saket Tend the letter, my ¢
wo tine for teurn Let ane see you sunle, dear, be
ereit
ou're gone, Char fe she altered, nd fell to. sob:
ver, quiet
eats rea and be ene pout Toekst coucaine
‘of his jan it her
j Cc
Mr rs. Emma Gar rrison Jones. and sehen J t diet stall ic with mo,” was
beats fairly sopping hen breath, yon startled
ere comes my vera
sushi ar the sliriek’ of ah ugine
mn; ‘sup. less yor
rE,
this wuorninge ngs Peekharn??
ct
jukel
shina measure Narn drew her across
id
+ Ecod bye, Charlie “You'll be sure t6 write to
quest Hom 0 without seeing oun sweet fact ¢ nce more ?
his seat behind “th cute fol fold
ro
“She took up at him with a glance of unutter-
1 | what it is all about, and “ether you are ia or
wipe them with the corer of hs
fu
How is your mother hie eo ia
Bw am fpr too, | 5 Now, stall ‘me what it i
reducing a bunch 0 r She choked ‘down p ™ passionate sob, ana turned oO
deste nee consented the post joked.
e
said i
ier ‘Sianping ‘the lfin lide band "that
1d on bi
i
ther nth walked on side by side. in ilen wen i
n they y face in oie viaugitor’s breast and wept like a
her feet, ‘ond Wieder trilled above he head, be the | baby.
e Falla, | airshe breathed was redolent with perfume, but
A sudien cloud bud dimmed the tender bright- | £00
ng for you eum sone herd ine lever ~ | ness of Marguerite’s eves, but sho held ber frail,
soothed
hwo geare- tivo long, endiess, rufsorable yearal 1
on. Coarie Charlie, my beart will byewk"
tos
Hor years: inderd ahuont ever since’ ber
it and’s dost, Min, Dukeliaré had been an in-
a
oe Charlie” the giel sobbed out and roving
er face i to ier hands ae begat ee ly.
lover pnt bis ber
ee
Marguerite went aid send china the rocking: |
tin
mus’ letter. to. her mother
o
gone ten n steps when she stoppe Caictr be wi to go to sen,
rite,
Seven Seeveniions in “my veing child,” she went °
hat torne man wearing & minions co
fel tl
saith in | Sates town on her little white bed, weptand |f
ite woin alin ly %.
Ch 7 ny hee vi ony. ye
she gras tone, wa wel ve nec vt be tenet ot Charlie, ri my irae broak without Ko don't mart it, manna?” exid Marguor-
within his arn, and ted ber
t sh
Oh ‘Charlie! asit ‘Tem fs it I ever forget aronsed trom the e chjoyieut ot bef grieé by her
0 i mot y
We, Rite—Marguerite, owe to me quickly,”
of exe
Falls, Ri
ut one hour, dear, one littie our,
oa
iy ip failyat sunset.” isl init tat to throw away ra
Fou, eloped, with Tem
Dukebari,” continued fargnerite, *T mune up
my anind Yo disinhorit you, and I did: but twenty
n out my anger ina measure: Pin‘
an re mena pow, my feet totteringon the verge
J wouid like to see your face again
Before 80 come home to Chelsea, Eveivn,
and tii your daughter sith you, Lenclone fit
dol pay expenses. J ig at-all,
be atouce. Tou know never liked Woiays ik
Your aui
“ Mane
ce
j anything.
: TREmarne,
qi Hhatan arrogant letter!” said Marguerite:
[I shall never like Aunt Tremayne, Don't lev
69,40 Chelsea, mamnu
Mrs, Dukehart regarded her daughter in utter
amagement
“Not go! Are you quite outof you
sens
Marguerite! Would you stay here. end do plain
serrig for your daily brent
M Bread linesthy, cared teal than
lepenidence,” i Rinrgberite
‘Nonsense evils "sw very like sour eo
father that is,” retorted her mother sneering!
Oh srovake me. so with hie d fan
id honest]
the
ed. ined x
hter of one of the oldest families
fro arch eli X inrguerite i
indo sreadfully stupll! You inherit wu
the women of my Tu 's beat eo
you acide re span In your way of
pines
Heaven that I am,” ejaculated Mar!
akehart laughed softy 7 I
‘u'll outgrow ‘all this, however,” she went
nnyue,& few re imomth, age you'll beg
Siam, Tata ever change my wa
thinking,” cried Marguerite, and I w wip ot
the cotton of my heart that vt Eremagnes
We shail never be as
ve been int this little cots
taxe: L wish we could goon with our life as itis,
anil remain here uneilantil Cha
“Charlie.” interrupted her nother wi with angry
been waiting to hear that! 1 ia a
re
faucy’ that Ci
feelings on that subject
tnentioned just now that from your very birehe
ined u should never throw your
poor, man, [male @ mixteke
at Mrdon' t intend to suifer my
wo vate one,” ‘ed
amma” cried Mar; erite, indi
Nover mind, dear, we won't kama conte.”
ith
nily please don't. re!
in ‘counectioi ‘with .
When you get to Chelsea Aunt ‘Treuny oe
fave better prospects for your
oan so has nothing to do with my"
ts argueri
ust! interrupt ‘noth
to mo in. that wee te
a
pocket a dec!
you. my dear, the Gaughter of seven Rene:
fTremaynest I stiould think you would bave
gre nel
respect.
Marguerite's indignant heart choked her voice,
sud tape peng front her seat
mt of ti
cH. RI
T TREMAYNE'S Coxpmrions,
cenuant had her wav, as wae bee .
hee The very next morning, pre}
departure began, andine forusight the ‘
daughter fitted out oft their litte hn, and out
* Oly, Cuarlie,” she pauted, ber rapturous heart- ana the prechos utes are ying Bo
of doeargile like a pair :
‘Titmayne carriage ast then ‘at Hacketts-
meetin tls