Activate Javascript or update your browser for the full Digital Library experience.
Previous Page
–
Next Page
OCR
sew eaael
¥
GRA
COLE
psn
Enns
NEW YORK, SATURDAY, JAN. 16, 1892,
ae New YORK -FRESIDE COMPANION.
‘One copy for one $
Four cope for on
Persone puting up Clubs can ad angi cop
aS
10,
at $250 each,
THE New YoRK FIRESIOE COMPANION and THE
ORK AND PARIS YOUNG LADIES” FASHION BAZAR
oreered together for one yeu : $5.
Ail communications, business ot otherwise, must be ad-
dressed to MUNRO,
GEORG!
Publisher Fireside Companion.
it
THE DAYS BEYOND RECALLING,
SY RUSSELL GRAY.
Gtap sun of summer shining
Con a thousand felis
Renwath thy ray the eriinson rose
ne yields.
lays beyond Foe
‘ane ae Toved days gone byt
——
The Falling of a a
BY MARY KYLB DALLAS.
eamest, ‘ait L intend to It tate choose
There, at the Mindow of that dress-maker’s work:
mmc
at
iA
PN Ah eh tet me enn ented nape te ae AT RR ene eee,
{
oa
&
sit three pi girls—! ‘ver saw prettier—
Rea they are siebhing away aT ‘ean thiol of nothe
ing bu mat the + ‘Song of the Shirt.’ Aud I] am going to
tiveo} ose in at that window abd to the sta
who eats it I will be a happy f fate. cnt pre nO
doubt there are spirits here retty
fairies wh om We can Dot beeen ne of
fbowe fairies to carry the rose to the girl who needs
was terrible. The child was gone—not dead, but
olen from ts purvery during the absence of &
careless
On the, Billo where its bead had rested lay
sealed envelope adi 10 Hawley Atwood, No
Ge bud veutared to-open It,
Mich Crumble hands he tore It open, Within
Remember Norm Kinkead.”
sal, ‘when bo saw'the bung the blood forsook bis
i
nbered Nora Kinkead well
tniteead the stor of ‘past youth—of the sin
thut seemed but jeasare has Bot a ‘wnussuu one
bat the ck was al gitl, Sbe bud not ac
cepted the usu of errit - ‘womun meekly,
and lived hiding it within ber bosom With the the
death of love in her uututored beurt rerenge a
ell! be remem
pear tat mom
Hespont bie. ie te
1g Lor his child—in striving t
Riskead He offered great ro weanion he traveted the
work he was the prey rot ‘tide van this
Tasted for eightewn 3 Te died ai
ens.
amine without ever baring altered we ‘vl ‘ad
as, in his set a Kies
roof seemed to
id been murdered
wrulchrthe unbappy tether
by Nora Ki Biakesa™proot
hich the tawsery thought
accept,
or
yaad comme Into her fortune,
to play good angel to
the rose towar
Theflower,welghted by the litelecharm, flew across
the sinalt space between, the window of the botel
Sil tho root in a large Mat iy the side street, and
m in
full upon the window-sill before one of
the Ritls,
who caught it quickly, As she did so sh ed
Ee Will torment you if ebe get's well again,
¢ my wol
T hen she went ihe ray with bret ad dion, and
‘was heard to rewark as abe passe! down tal
“ Of all Idiot
nd ‘wo may confess to. the reader sat her
thouglits were ar the moment Axed 0 a At
wan wh eame 10 to the door that night, however, She
was very pretty, and had charastug little baud:
feet, She blushed and ambled, twis
ae
as
bros rong. ah ‘deiled the rules
Perret, “and,*beyond the luet cine vee would
not be compellec d to work, seemed t quite un-
aware of the great thing ‘that was thowt Yo befall
Moreover, she evinced yery little erativude,
Bur sbe was quite deliztttal to Sijra, who rejoiced
in the lca of w: making a ‘8 thorough-| bred lady °t this
wait Trish gin a we on ann told het she had been
but four years nev tht
lived with her mother’ ial Dublin,
“Is your mother very sick?” Myra asked, pity-
gl
Is that, Vim thinkle abel dio,” Ann ax
ered, without @ sign
“then Mivra deeluring to herself that the gia! had
cottannty hnd'ao unkind mother, and that it was not
at
betore that she
And_baving w
who was culled Ann Ryan, iad fond ‘shelter.
“She can not last mat nurse said,
as che led the way flows the long patsage betwee
the white beds, ‘The doctor las told her s0, and
Gofy the elalms of thls other girl to the fortune of
Hawley Atwood, he would bave doue eo,
plainly that the the once fresh
jother, Mrs.
dm
But be: ould have denied everything in'd Myra At
wood’s inte here she sat, determined to
do her dut tha
“Your 1as cost You very a Miss At-
wood,” as he followed ins client hito the
carriage, “At tho sane time it
to contest this claim, and with suecess.””
an, Leia Just claim,” said Myra, «1 see that you
jo not wish to rob my cousin,
eter: i 1 ‘oul Go 0,”
Then she burst into tears,
‘my oor mother!” sho said.
Ere
“What will
she don
Mr. Baliver hit his lips to keep back the words
he desired
Otherwise the
n made, save under
the seal of Gontecion ‘aud Nora's secret would
hase perished with her,
was, others took up the cause of Hawley
Aimoadt Quughter, Proofs were offered which
ore hed given the prlest when she ebarged hit to
Sork ia AGn's int
“Tite newspapers hinted at conspiracy on the part
of those interested—of an intention to get the girl
away from Nora, and perhaps to ay with her.
‘The innocent impulse to bettion
and rescue her from a life of t
tinder the pen of the reporter’ into # datk and
freacherons sobeme, 4 Angin 9 litte white Myra and
her mother, axai mee more
tupon thet ‘own exertions, thelr names blackened
by public slander, their nerres wstrung, their
hearts achin;
‘Nts, Atwood, fulely prostrated-by the shock, took
One woale fancy her In earnost,¥ sald young
Raymond to Mrs, Atwood, watching Myra with de-
Tighted yee, aa she left the | Letie ‘supper-table and
went to thé window. re dining at. the
alter an opera ra mati nea nd it wassummer,
and all the windows ad been
‘and Myra hi
Ereatly interested in the he prety ‘drese-makers, Whose
fate seemed to ber her own might Lave
urn of fortune’
bat f
“ie “Mean up” sald Myra orer her shoulder,
be Dir. Raymond. "See!
fastened en this] it vee ‘har to the stem of the
10 gets it I will send to
Fchit and elttcate, and protic with s dows and
Till seo that she marries well, 1 am. sure that
atria ‘Diack is an orphan, Thope abe will got the
> “fam sure oshe ja in earnest,” said Mrs. Atwood
“to Mr. Raymond. Sty dear 1s @ pretty thought,
Rav you ate he sid enotih,
resin
Show or any
‘The ole; somap mou maid Dor th
‘tsa nd would be
‘Yoo sensible.
# quough, Be. Raymond.”
rete the wind n't show your-
tho wil think W's flirtation,
one,
m eayend, with a Ite Iangh, discreetly
bed behind the carlala and weighed the trill
EMM carey," he said. “Bat surely, a9 ™
‘od saya, it Is rather a wild idea, ofiahtring
You really do not intend to carry o
t9
ee? 88a Tne I do? said Myra, and threw the
uhe stood there, in all her bravery, one would
have fancied Myra the spotted child of fortune; but
this was not so. Mang years of her life had beet
a
eedle from mornin,
pildoight, for food and shelter, and all the harder
of the Instincts of the gentlewoman, which
Yorbade those jokens of apxious’ bea:
swuich valgarity 15 ginos 8 ‘as fond of parading asi
1s of its finery and gowgaws when wealth falis to
its ghar are. ols fe fr. ona Fe years, and now wealtb.
My! ning believing she had
Bad otill the reality
os dreanned a dream ass WOKE
god more famcinating. | Money—money to haveand
to bold—mon ive—mone} nd.
ney ti
Pronty time's day she fusg heselt upon ber
knees elo re on, mother, and twined her arms
wa ‘Dhl mothe ‘don't you feel happy?” and the
mother would reply:
oT feel rested, dear. T was eo tired, and I dread-
ed the fatnre for you; but now there is no longor
ny wor
“Nigra would have been happy if ber mother
would. have expressed some great longing that
could be gratitied—sor F something that
feed be arched Tor at too nntiposes ngbt
at is weight in, gold. | But at ty ‘naginaon is
fas at twenty, and th
‘who ected the’ part
Of the good fairy tu the ard tale, who comes down
is in the greatest dilem-
et a paper
‘Her father’s brother, Mr.
dead, and by virtue of @ codicil to bis will all bis
fortune =. be
‘The wi je elghtean years before,
shortly ‘ar tis Giaie daughers bigie Mes Att
mn itp blmself. It let all bis prop-
erty to is danghtee, grpotating bers certain are:
fan If the thould ‘bo left aa orphan before she
» Aad at the close these words w
saleas
sIn the event of her demiso without heirs, J will
all that otherwise would have been 73 10 tyre
Atood, the only child of my icccased
«William! Atmoods
Hawley Atwood had made this will the day after
bia wifes death ‘when he eontidently expected to
follow ber in a few
other bad given her life for ber child sod
he tater iad no wish to livelonger. To protect
ye
@ codicil withont much wade of whose non
the matter. He had no other kindred—he di
that socmed right to bimeand after that he iby
for a long time between life and death When
frew beter and, indeed: quite well againy he
ived for bis chi, and saw by the faces of those
about him ¢ ‘as bad tell.
Itwas
‘and,
pp.and saw the beautiful ponng lady at the window
Kissing be to her, aed Kissed ‘hers in return,
jer hand t
and putt the flower in
has aired. « ‘tla the litte
itt
got Te tym ex
ginlinblack, Tam glad itis the
thingi | Now you may come an ipo at hor,
2. T sbal Il setd @ waiter to her with a card.
ice,” said Atwood. “But,
my love, won't a present do sum of money?
‘The {dea of taking euch a responsiblity upon your
se\ivre only laughed. Thore were some envelopes
and ¢ in the room, and one of t ronze
fans liar to hotels, and she
iaced and
fa Falter, who had watched the throwing of the
ith gstonishment, entered, with the dossert,
he pointed out the window to id bade
have her missive sent olan oie the gist with th
urd
oth
En said Myra; at
roper people with
that the itl will Hear somethin ing to
tage. That $8 the correct phrase, is I
NaN lise Atwood, I most implore you to take ai few
momen to thivk of such a step!” said Raym
ray do!” almost sobbed Mrs, Atwood.
F, Weis easier to begin a thing like that
it not, Me.
a ant Bot 8 contempitble as fo think of drop.
ping | is fia ‘Myra. jamime, dear, what ts the
having a million of money if I can't indulge
ng noi
rs, Atw
te whims that,
rood sighed, and Yalentine Raymond said
after all, be did m ret the fact
hi woman? And still how lovely &!
—how hare! Only he would think a ite,
a be had advised her to do, before offering bia:
"Then the rei trifled over dessert until a lady
28 ual Into the room—a reapectable, middio~
60)
began'to make inguiies, A
ber her wish to make one poor girl haypler, aod
how she had selected the object. ‘The lady lstened
‘With @ serious face,
welt ‘ma'am,’ she said, addressin
‘ood, +L thin the sooner you talk
bis the better. | You
nn she's nok above taking it—and ¢
yor prole je better. It iw arse fa te for Aneto
‘wor in the
mireeta, and at dent the Res “would ave ne hing
to do with her. But it was a bit of church charity
ld do fe her in, and she'a wonder.
a tal th
are many more in
greater need, ‘Then sho ean barely write her name,
End just spell a ittie in the newetaper.” Take a7e-
Sued girl that will be thankful, at's toy advice.”
id mine,” sai
‘tho rose fell betore hee tod he nocerted i.
sald Myra “I bad sworn to myself to be guided
by. fiat. You'll let Ann come to me, madame?”
* Ob, Live no thuht to refuse," ald the dress,
maker.” But I don’t approve of your choice, and
it's my duty bo say #0,
“Since you’ Inty, kindly send her
to my intdvere Sire Tala, Bie kant And
tell her to com to me after work boars, I suppose
the gin is an orpbant”” he added
“She bas a
rate should be broken t to bi
bim,
he
vores” ea
wroteued iaother, at prosont i
hospital—a wom-
Pa priest, to whom she
But she is in posses
undi
she bas asked ns to send sf}
w
jerstand whatever
ishes to make confessioi
sion of her senses, ‘and cn
you bave to say to ‘hor.?
“Toon the bade them paos ebinda folding sercen,
which bad ‘as to shelter the dying
tients cot, end they caw an old woman with a
ace, thet might bay re beon pretty once, but now
id gray with the hue of ap-
Proaching death, Her dark eyes rolled toward them,
“It’s not Father Carney,” she sald— it’s not the
father. Wil I die without easing my eo?”
“ON ye father will be here soon,’”
the ad Sawyer al a 5 e bat ve come to speal
bp
to you about ous daighte
By danghter?” said the woman, ab, oa
mean Aut What about her? Has ‘sbe got into
trouble?”
‘No, no! said tho lawyer. She has found
{efende, _You'l be glad to bear that. We eame to
tell you—to get your permission, you being hy Shee
mother thas sho’ enoud e placed
gated, and cared tor. Tt is steer of (ort
for of course you will be taps 9 2 Boe tang suet
good fortane a8 come to Det
‘wood, has taken
Miss AU
wood? Has
she learn it? Dt wal
name she bas.
wood. He
niliog gently "ete ie el stolen was
smiling gently.“ The little girl who was stolet
ever ound. believe ber dead. And I am
"Atwood’s helo, 8 and I wish to, help. some
other girl as poor as I 01 co Was, and make ber
és Hi Bes ‘roman stared at her.
don't belave you,” she sald. “You know
the trae it you did't ie tt why shonld you
choose An? “And you, 3. Dolliver, I remensbe
you well. ‘betwixt you—you're in it
te
with the ‘woman thers eed ‘now that Hawley At
Wood is dead, and I've, made hit suffer as Lan
ed, why should I har mn, that done neta to
Se Roywags Ti tell te to fhe father. And wl
gonid they do'to me now? The grave is ready tor
MG Sting Atwood, come ascay," whispered Mr. Dol-
* Come; she ts delirious
“T do not think son said Myra, with white Tipe,
ised mplore yoo, come away?” pleaded Mr. Dol-
ver.
“What are you whispering abont?"” asked the
dying woman, “Ab, Laweer Doliver, you know
Sho Tam! ‘Though we've altered al ove bit in the
Fears that’s gone, yow know Nora “Ria
in your eyes.
ora Binkead?” gasped Myra" the roman
who stole my vanes ‘daughter? who is a
to have killed her?
sou filled her?” repented 1 the woman,
ja know I never Killed her—you with your "Slane
Db, you are as like
i eet her and bide ber anor
your uncle in aro R facet Well you
know that the gif ‘called A in Ryal the child ¥
stole-—is the child of Hamer “hinood, and that atl
ighis. ‘And well you
raha nos ail the past,
that's dead, Ab, well
a know ito”
Mi ate Dolliver,” said Myra, “is this Nora Kin-
nothing about it,” said Mr, Dolliver,
aking his wineeah, abe i called Ann Rya
inthe hospital books.””
“Well ou know me,” said the woman, But
Tl tell the: fet. He'll ‘ach oer be el a
“The father 1s hero,” said the nurse at that mo-
ment, and ‘i, Bollvet tt Misra away.
rongest emotion was that of
anger “I'he could have had Msra Torked up
“AND I AM GOING TO THKOW THIS ROSE IN AT THAT wise, aio TO TUE GIRL WHO CATCHES IT 1 WILL BE A DAPPY FATE,”
to her bed, and the wolf was at the door in very
In vain had Mr. Dolliver appealed to the feelin
the new beiress—besought her $0 bestow he Little
ot her wealth upon ber cousia,
er such Kindn m eho bud no Grea "or ‘the
ttle garret
of a tumble down frome house standing among
the tall tenements of a crow:
straining her tears in i they rong a aoe eee
n d,”” sein while her mother
rin an ber.
fn thotuandsoie house which wee how bet cous-
in’s.a great supper was being given. ‘The guests
Were those whom the poor, neglected, girl bad
wits up during her forlorn life—some honest,
ks enough, some Feally members of the danger-
a playing in the dra
Foor people were eating ad! dane dng everswhere,
A reat deal of fuery exhibited itself om the gures
‘of the women, and 601 the men ex-
hibited evening coats and an afiuence of f Polished
linen, But these were by no means the best-man-
he party.
Ann wad recelving the later gnesta, on
the earlier comers was rifling the drawers of ‘ber
ressing-ro0}
‘orks aud spoons bed disappeared in the pockets
ofa couple of moo wag ban avaded the dining-
room, |The girls from, the, dress-maker’s who h
been invited bed merely whispered togetter @
ze
5
fh
afew
moments and fled to their ciscont homes in
‘The girl who had spent five years lounging about
the losrest streets of New York had recompensed
her friends by dismissing tho respectable women
they bad chosen for her companion, ‘and, without
guide or adviser, Was attempt
{onable. She was wasting and wetna robbed of her
fortune, She was too ignorant to guard itor Roreelf,
Meanwhile, Myra, weary and weak. fro Sau
Wear
ficient nourkhmetty saw the
ocket of the tandlestick, and. dronged be er
needle in despalr, for abe hud Ho money te ‘buy an:
‘The moonlight Tey across the floor and showed
the colors of the strip 0} rag carpet at she dedstde,
and the band of the stele woman dropped over the
side of ber cou eh How white it was, how thin!
Myra gunk upon her knees azd touched it with her
@ conid weep softly, since she coe! coal
otk no longer. “How weary she was, how fu ubgry,
how forlorn
of music, swept by the wind from al
fell faintly on on, her ear Tt was that to which os
with champagne, Vulgar! dct,
enced in the arm of a tas who took the
tunity to Bileh one of the diamond earrings om
“Tiow silent It was io the garret when that faint
sonnd faded—si
fh
lent as the,
aiid
le
5 and
poor gir] besua to ery sottly, and af last'weng Lee | | Ra
self p see 0 4
mock upon the door arotis
og tgeek ane aod ber. Sho started
eying that some neighbor bad
or to borrow some-
god then she
somemhere while be fought for bet and strove to
ad ‘kok it th
wwas not the woman sho 1 aa expected t0-sco, but &
tall man ot reeogntzable In the
Hladowe, "beg pardon,” abe sa ,
“Tt is Miss Atwood?” sald a vé ioc Yon can’t
me in this ght—Valentine Raymond, Come
here to the window, pray, 1 do not know what to
a | a only that while anroad z read of what bad be-
fal fom and hurried h¢ ”
H ber to the windows ste looked into her
threw tt the
face, remembering its brih
Pose’ Co that olber gitl, withow a thon, of what
ould follow, and nuarking the sadness iad
come upo
“ your mother is 109" he asked,
ink her heart ta broken, and that she wil
aie,” Myra so
Then the young * fellow let his feelings get the best
oth
NO, no,” he said; “we'll make her well again.
Teams, doa't you kiow, toask if 1 might be her
and tal hor, | wanted to do that long
ano, but ae were fe awfully rich that Iwas
Didn't you iike me a iitie? Can't, yon ‘ike ms
more? “Won't you You know,
thoug T havenot mulling i ‘tare id and,
oh. Aira, 1m must have you for my
"iheb he took ber in’his arms; and through tho
dingy window the stars watched ‘hom lent their
troth.
With the stimolant of hops to help her, Mrs, At
rood 001 red, and shortly Valentine iy:
fond carried bis wife and her mother away With
Bins across the ooean,
As for Hawley Atwood’s daughter, she led the
Iife that pleased her, and no doubt thought herself
1apPY.
Tn her hands money vanished as “ach
coin were a soap-bubbl, and bad chenot died catty
she might have come to As it was, her
effects
za
ie fio sata
dow; and since she had no seiines thoes and
regarded Myra as her enem: must have kept
Tecate she fancied i lucky.
re
IT'LL NEVER GET DRUNK ANY MORE,
— SONG AND CHORUS.
BY FRANK MARION.
Ove night I went ut with the boss
‘To have a little
reeling wite a fee nd was sick,
“and of watchers T'was one
And she believed me {trustful soul!)
And kiased me at the d
Bafore I left to" paint the town,”
But I'll never get drunk any more.
Cronus.
[ll never get drunk any more, any more,
Fil neger get druok any more;
‘ “You ean bet your lite
T'vo told my wife
‘That I'll never get drunk any moret
. th
‘We went the rounds
‘On beer and whisk
And when at last
The hour
door
“Ast pulied the bell felt all eos
But I'l never get drunk any more,
But when that front door ‘opened was,
realists, ite wae there
And then a om copper”
“Linow this gent
Jo te Hed nace Silke
Rut he ut me ia
an Fauewls CetatS SRS
Til hare to send you up on the f
‘To leara you better
—_—
“HUMOROUS c_
FIRESIDE FANCIES.
BY FRAXK MARION.
“ Rou. "-cant—the breakfast-bell.
A Lonp-anur affair—a prayormeetir
A“ouaxx” musician—an organ-g1
Sawa Cace’s "nick "-name—St. Nieuw.
“Hoo” and “hominy "—a speculator in corn,
A waren that never gets “tired ”—a mill whee?
May who always strike out for Dewars
al you sire me, ep” abe si, .
wedi 7
B gravy ted:
a, dear.
mt necessarily a ‘tomuane freak—a fore-banded
erogoonsere reign-makers—the male sovereigns ot
stem arrives at a tender age when he takes unto him-
oT cle —terd who ato
SSH oPecy as mos
Pithantiriraataeas
new clothee—
‘and know
lealers.
Jeet now Jack Frost
Baie shakes bis ses ‘vi soars
‘girl—
She
Buyt he bas no ube for the suminer girl—
winter int he
gman neer gets the “dro
eine murderer "but Ro often gets a. Sess
jurderer on th
He Trovger Anout Ir.—Good Old Lad}
trampar ete “ i Fa
tramps rt door Are {ou,e Plous map Tramp—
“ As Inpciaive Lover's Logic- —She (st;
geen tin Memento AN Ris
og fori ‘8 your luscious red lips
Apt Repux.—Customer (to new boy in
re ‘Well. my boy-you are helping te gun ue pear
‘Boy (point y
Tum tending thas 9 eee uak 8 the scales)" Yeo, sir
lO8ITY-8EE:
Tare gathered round the miser's bier,
ike friends bereft
‘And vee mbat he hadith on
\ Taxpee.”"Caller (to Farmer Hayseed) —
me neighbor Appleby i tonder ser his
Farmer Hayseed Well T
oy body else toudcher ©
‘oungest Daughter —"
Veroungyetaeuatter Ea,
rp tential ment wicwo auihoe
ee
ise mies
She won't hat
{6 a nortof mixed.
spa eel
ahs odranae
‘was evidently “mellow
when
Grt Hts Wism.—Old Gent
a
(to small ‘ou a happy New Year, my
‘can get
‘pe
a tor Twist you
ac Pata wcityou beeen
fer: just give ‘me 4 couple of dollars to:
torent aa neo that thar tk Sato
neRent sonia 's the ‘aie with amall-
t Giamocentiy thiok it’s from @
“I think
#4 o” Hnw.—Mr. Softhend—
thin Doegyour father
ae oe fn ness) Sonulet is sag Jennie (vith
rust me with you.
tundod'g fut a Een a Foware pana