A 31 id J 1 c-- A imes ffetlXovc ' Story. I "and smt no They had come, a little group offneiicl-- v faces, to watch Lie off, with waving Ikercliiefs and kindly good-byand stood on.the stern,' nodding and waving the stenmer swept down the river l,ick (nit t sight. knew I should have their prayers i hut the great sea might be gentle with i knew they would watch the weathi,ie; er :iud look for the telegram of the arri-m- i of our ship: yet I knew I was taking iiiiih;ng frorn their lives, andjhnt they e:u h would go home hardly missing m; with no great wrench of heart i it was ih:it saw the pilot put off from us, and mo!; the last look at my mtthe shore. Uui ing most of the passage I wss'just cnmloi t'ibly se.isick, so T sat nil the day hmg in ii reclining chair on deck, wutch-iu- g the whiteewps on the purple nnd grc n and blue waves that mounted nnd fell, down and up, up and down, nw:iy iut to the far horizon. I saw the shining n intiluses lloat by, and now and then a dale or a shoal of porpoises, or a sail ji :eding white and full wrusw the water. also saw a good many other things neart'i- by; for 1 didn't put niyeyes in my d pocket along with my was muc.h and nobody likely to gl isscs; woman in hood and mind a middle-age- d w.tterpri'of. The first thing I saw was a young girl w!i dark eyes, and brown, hair that rippled itseif into a. tangle of curls whenever 'ie to jk oil' her net. She was not so very nor so very brilliant, but there was a piquant charm about her that attracted ihc passengers before the first day wjs over, liy the end of the second day everybody, from the Captain to the ship's mirgeon, and from the surgeon to the i was eager to show her attention; and everybody was met by the same 2"nial smile and lively retort. She won her way at once into my heart by the kindly thought that led her to bring Utile relishes from the table to tempt Hiy sickly appetite, and to soothe my forehead with bay water and gentle touches of her shapely brown hands, where a great emerald glittered, encircled by diamonds. Very soon she got into the habit of drawing her rug beside my chair aud sitting m deck leaning against mc so that I might pet her,'! as she said. This was how it happened that my corner came to be quiet, the center of the life and gaycty and romance of the whole shipboard. It seemed this young girl, Itoso Armour, was an only child, and an orphan, going to an uncle in Germany, her nearest kin. lear heart! I hope her uncle will be wise as well as loving," said I to myself very often ; for she seemed too fragile a bubble of humanity to drift on through life alone. The tips of her brown curls were lighter than the rest, and here aud there were little bright touches all over her hair as though the sun was shining in spots on it. One morning 1 sat coiling these gleams of sunshine around my fingers and watching a Hock of .Mother , Carey's chickens skim restlessly over the restless water, thinking these thoughts about Uosa, and having her soft presence alone to myself for a f'iw moments. Not many, however; soon, u p came a New Zealander ; of course there was a New Zeulandcr, or an Australian '. on our boat. "You arc very lowly, Miss Armour," said he. "Let me bring you a chair." "Thank you, I prefer to sit. here on my rug and have Miss Wells pet mc," replied Kosa, turning up her eyes languidly. The deck is my favorite seat if I can only have an excuse to sit on it." "Hut you need something over you," persisted the New Zealonder, going away, ud coming .back directly with his own heavy wrap. Then he seated himself on a low camp-stobeside her, folding the wrap over the two. "I never saw so rough a sea as this all the way from Honolulu to San Francisco," said lie, looking oat upon the gentle swell of the lazily s; 1 I 1 I short-sighte- );-e:t- bin-bo- y, ay , . ol ui Hinting waves. "Hough!' cried Miss Armour; "lam sire the ocean is as smooth us ft mill pmd!" "Oh! but not as compared to the Pacific it was rightly named. We hive never such gales on that as sweep tiie Atlantic, but only the gentlest wester-- 1 breezes." The New Zealander shiver-- e I as he spke, and drew his wrap closer over his knees. "We have the. most charming climate in New Zealand," he went on; "we are never too ht, and never to cold. In fact, we never think of tiie weather. And the soil is the most tortile in the world." "I'ity it is in such an part of the earth that nobody can live there," said Rosa. "Keg your pardon, Miss; there are several Knglish towns of thirty thousand inhabitants eaah ' f and we - never think of ourselves as being out of the way, but rather feel for those who live . so far off," returned the other, bending his tall figure Mrnestly forward. Rosa leaned her pretty head toward him in a confiding attitude of interest, hud laughed. "Oh ! . so you are the people, and wisdom is going to die with you!" i't she. "Hut what do you do out there in the heart of the universe?" "We dig gold for one thing and raise "heep for another millions and millions t them. From thirty to forty vessels are constantly plying to Kngland with the tallow and pressed- wool." 'What do you do. with all that mutton!'.' ed Uosa, looking idly at the light ia "or ring, and then as idly at the light in the speaker's , ye use what wo can," was the reply J p aceful, ay . - I nm sorry to say, wc not usually ; but sometimes au order will come to one farmer 'for a thousand shetp.-- if you please; and an. tie can ao is to clip otf the wool, get out the fat and bury the carcasses.", ."What a pity the meat can't be sent to the hungry poor ' at home! Why don't somebody condense it as they do the beef in. Texas?" I said in my practical way. "In good time 1 dare say somebody will, "but we can't do everything at once,'' replied the New Zealander, looking with sudden interest at the game of shuffle-boarbeing played beside us. Just tl.e i along came the ship's surgeon, a blonde youth in uniform, with his hair parted in the middle. "Miss Armour," said he, "the gun is to be fired at the bow, will you come and see it done?" Miss Armour started up at once, itirn-in- g the same glance and ready smile upon him, she had been giving us. "L am going to leave my rug with you ; I shall come back," said .she, beaming over her shoulder upon me as she took the surgeon's arm and went away. The New Zealander looked after her, tried to console himself by drawing his wrap in anot her fold across his knees, did not succeed, and finally got up and went away. Of course it was not worth his while to make hinself agreeable to a middle-aged woman, ia hood and waterproof. So I sat and looked at the likeness of a lake among the sunset clouds and tried to decide whether I had better take oatmeal gruel or buiscuit tea for my supper, wondering, the while, half unconsciously, about the old chord in my memory that was always being struck by a certain musical ring in the New Zealaudcr's flesh wiry t d half-confidi- . voice. choice of his heart and the desire of his m life. fcv y-r"Answer he i cannot wait till I see you." So 1 answered a long, ,fonlish letter, though there was no need of writing; for he had read all I could eay Tong before, with those eyes of his. Then 1 watched and waited for him, but never saw him or "heard one word more. : If you are young, you can imagine the slow dyiug-ou- t of hope and expectation; nnd if yon are old, you know how such things can be lived over, anir hidden in secret ' ' V graves. But now, as though the graves had ben opened, and the judgment set, came this sudden, reproachful question up from the buried past." ' I fairly eaught my breath as I turned back' my eyes, and looked hi n in the face again. r "Forgive mc," said he diiecily, in a gentle tone. "I did not mean to speak. You brought it out with your eyes; that questioning turn was so familiar. Of course you were quite right, and I never blamed you. I never meant you should see roe again ; but the temptation to feel myself beuide you, only to bo in the soothing charm of your presence was loo great. It has been a blessing I shall carry with me all the rest of my life." He was rising to go away, but I put out my hand. "I did write,. Duncan Ashly," said I, "the letter must have gone wrong." "You did ! You wrote !" he cried, finking back in his chair again, and looking at me engerly. "What did you say?" " "There was only one thing 1 could say, and I said that," I answered, blushing as though I had 'just written tho . letter. woman in hood nnd But, dear ine! it was only after all: my face that was middle-agemy heart was as young and silly as ever. And as for Duncan's face, the marks of care, and thought, and time, fell off, leaving in it only the eternal t youth of love. It was the old story of a lost letter, and the older story of a proud man believing himself rejected and humiliated, and fleeing to the ends of the earth with his pain. "Twenty precious years wasted," said my New Zealander. . "Wo will not be separated another day while we both live. There is a clergyman among our passengers, and we will be married this very hour." That was f o like his headlong decisions 1 Certainly he did not neod a sober second-thouglike me for ballast. "That cannot bel" I said. "The ceremony wouldn't be legal without a licence or something. And I would by no means do anything so sensational and A middle-age- d water-proof- After an hour or so the' gun was fired, and presently Miss Armour came back, with the disorder of the strong sea wind in her hair, and its freshness in her pretty pink cheeks. "I've come as I said," she. murmured, dropping at my feet again, and smiling up as though she had got where she best loved to be just such a smile as she would have given to the stokers down in the engine room, or to the ship's cat. But it was lovely to look upon while it lasted; and we middle-agepeople have learned to warm ourselves in any chance ray of sunlight, without stopping to consider whether it is likely to be perpetual. This time the bit of sunshine did not stay long, for there came up an artist with his sketch-booand when Miss Armour had sufficiently admired his graphic pencilings of the captain and the aster, k and the occupant of an upper birth, it was time to throw the log; and so he bore her oif, to find out by her own eyes whether we were actually going at the rate of thirteen knots, or only twelve and a half. That was how the days went. The passengers read and paced the deck, played games and guessed riddles, and were always hungry; the pilot stood steady and firm at the wheel; the sailors ran up and down about the rigging like overgrown spiders, and were forever scouring and scrubbing, tying and untying, drawing up and letting down. Thus at last we had come safely almost to our desired haven. With fair sailing, we were only oue day out from pori, and, fond as we had grown to be of each other, ; wc were getting impatient to part. Miss Armour, during all the voyage, had kept on as she began, beguiling every one with her trick of lip and eye. They ran after her like boys after the string of a kite. Well, they had nothing better to do just then, and when she had faded out, as a rainbow fades, I made ne doubt she would be hs easily forgotten, or only remembered as a midsummer's daydream, by all, unless it might be a solman like the New itary, To tell the truth, I was a Zealander. little sorry for him Evidently, life had not brought him all it might, and he was hungry for the love and confidence that had never been his. So I was afraid he would miss this little spark of girlhood and warm youth, and find the void deeper when it had gone out. To the very last day, Rosa kept her place by my chair; and to the very last the New Zealander kept his place by her, when no one younger stepped in to carry her off, which was pretty often, to be sure. Then, he aiwaj's quietly went away himself, with a kind of grave regret in his face. On this last morning, Miss Armour had just left us along wiih a young lawyer, to drop oranges and lemons among the steerage passengers,, when I noticed the New Zealander looking afier her with a sadder regret than usual almost & pain in his eyes. He had such handsome dark eyes I could see that without my glasses. "Now,' said I to myself, "I hope he is not going ti get soft a sensible, geni manly, agreeable man like him, and quite old enough to be her father J"., And eo I looked at him to see if he was, when suddenly he turned upon me. "At least, you might have written, Agathe Wells," said he sharply. . I started, a you may think, to hear my own name spoken so familiarly by a stranger; when, looking again, behold! I saw beneath' the bronze, and under the wrinkles and beneath the beard, a fc.ee that twenty years before was the dearest in the world to me the face of Duncan Ashley! We parted one day, expecting to meet on the next ; but that evening he was called away, and wrote instead of coming. In the letter, he said, what be said before with his eyes yes, those same beautiful eyes that I WM the . d k, quarter-m- sea-eic- warm-hearte- d ! d, ht But, bless my heart ! I might as well have tried to wipe up the Atlantic with my pocket handkerchief. He was so grieved, and so impatient, and so resolute (and, indeed, when one comes to think of it, twenty years, is long enough for an engagement,) that I finally dropped. off and my waterproof and stood up behind tbe binnacle, And was married before eight bells that very morning ring and all. Duncan produced it from a una 11 casket, where he had carried it in his waistcoat pocket for the whole twenty years. "I could . never bear to put the little thing away, said he, looking at it tensea-sickne- derly. The next day we came to port, with the sun shining and our flags flying. a hoistThere was a flurry of good-bying of trunks, a welcoming of friends on the shore, and a glad hurrying to s, and fro. Among the rest was an instant's nestling of Miss Armour's lips on my cheek, and a little cling of her hand in mine, the vanishing of a smile and she Was out of gone, like the flash of a fire-flshe But wherever forever. is, my sight and however she fares, she has the daily hearts, blessing of two middle-agewhose way to each other .she unconsciously lighted. y, The ladies of Illinois get together in crowds and go out to hunt rabbits. The rabbit crop hasn,t thinned out any, however. The London Punch objects to meeting the following people: Mr. Whiiier, who never sees you without saying how very fat you've grown, or how very pale you look. Mr. Humdrum, who when in society, confines his conversation to the changes of the weather and the rising of coals. price ' Captain Blusterhain who bellows out your name when ho meets you in the street, and shakes you by the hand till he nearly wrings your Anecdote of Pope. r'-'- J-- f Cheerful. f j Alexander Popeonce received a is bitter season, it mav havu sharp rejoinder, whereby a pointed a warming effect to' read ' about tinl'aul hit was made tit his diminutive and Minnesota winters. The the Dif spring, figure. patch praises greatly The poet was one evening at liur-- s the summer, and the autumn oi thosu where himself regions, but admits that the w in t eiton's Coffee-housaud Swill and Arbuthnot, with sev- ther is "abominably cold," aud thu eral other scholars, were poring over graphically describes tho poce.ss oi" t a manuscript copy of the Greek jeiug lroza to death m Minnesota: Aristophanes. At length they camo 'The bitter cold does not eh ill and across a sentence which they could shake a person as in damper climate.. not comprehend, sud as in their per- It stealthily creeps within all defenplexity they , talked rather loudly ses, and nips at the bone, without and attracted the attcmiou of a warning. Hiding along with busy officer who chanced in be a to youug thoughts, quiet pleasurable drowsianother part of the room. He ap- - ness takes possession of the bofty and proached and begged leive to look at mind, tho fences grow indistinct, the the passage. thoughts wander, weird fancies come "Oh, by all means," said Pope, trooping about with fantastic forms, "Let the young gen- the memory fails, aud in a confused sarcastically. tleman look at it. We shall have dream of wife . and j home the sou! ' . light directly." steps out into' oblirion without a officer took up the pander regret." The plain Kaglifh ..The young manuscript volume, and alter a little of this is that one may be frozen tn study and consideration his counte- death more pleasantly in Minnesota " " nance brightened. than 'anywhere else in' ! the world. ' "It in but a slight omission on tho Those anxious to die in that way of the scribe," he said. "Itcnly will please take notice. part wauts a note of interrogation at this point to make the whole intelligibWe regret to announce that a numle.-: .v..-.- . ber of careless people have neglected Pope saw in an instant that tho to pick up their noses and ears after officer was right; but the thought of they had been frozen and broken off. being outdone in Greek translation and a choice assortment of pug, turnby a mere youth, and a red coat, aquiline, lloinan and Grecian can piqued him, aud with a sharp twang, up, bo ' picked up on, all our travelled he cried out: ' "And pray, young sir, what is a thoroughfares. J)uring such weather people cannot be too cautious about noto of iutcrroiration'f" , . , ... It k properly caring for such human annote oi interrogation, as are liable to become solidiswered the officer, surveying the fied by the low temperature. One wizened, hunchbacked poet from head to foot with con torn ptous look, great advantage of the bracing cli''is a little crooked thing- - that asks mate is the ghsc. with which frozen ears and noses can be thawed out and questions." readjusted after they have become brittle and broken through the action Do Climates Change? of the frost. Or, if doomed advisaOld people claim that the seasons ble, they can be easily kept in a co"! "until "Spring timo comes, genare warmer, colder, of more raiuy place tle Annie." Xt. I'aul Ditpntck. than when they were young. Their comments are ridiculed, because most A friend of ours saw ahoy gatherpeople believe that no very mark el ing mushrooms, and said, "lkb, ain't changes have or ever will take place you afraid of beiug poisoned!? "Nu, ' in a section ot country where etabili I ain't," replied the juvenile; "you ty in nature is a settled fact that is, don't thiuk I'm goiugto cat lluiu do it snows in winter, showers in April, you? I'm going to sell 'em to the resand trees have leaves m the ppnng. taurants." Atmospheric alteration is certainly - ; e, ; " , a 4 - going on from age to age, more strongly evident in soratY parts of a country tban in others. Here are il lustrations : Two thousand years ago the climate of Italy was far colder 'General Produce than. now. . ihe Ixnrc and Jlhonc, in anoient Gaul, used to freeze over COMHISSIOV HEItCHAXT ! annually. Juvenal says the Tiber froze so firmly in his day the ice had to be cut to get at the water. Horace indicates the preseuce of ice and l iflli Htrvvt, goiith lle I. f. K. It. snow in the streets of fcomc, and Iitvt, Ovid asserts the Hlack ?ea froze over every year. So extreme was the cold at that far-of- f period in history, it is UTAH. chronicled by the ancients that in P. 'BBOWJST, oc;ii:x Gaul, Germany, Panonia, Thrace, the ground cultivation Wanted and for Sale, of olives, grapes and other fruits, Eggs.' which are raised there at the present Uulter, time in abundance. Ice or snow to tbickons. snow positively covered so long as to prevent the any considerable amount now be a phenomenon in would Flour, Italy. Beds, Turnips, The Power of Imagination. Orain, Onions. Tomatoes, n A minor of California Potatoes, recently visited his mine and stepped into the bucket and was let down. Apples, Plums, During the descent the rope broke readies, and let the bucket loose. Its occuCabbuge; pant seized the upper end of the rope until he supposed his employer had ALL IN TIIEIU SEASON. reached the bottom of the shaft it being 250 feet deepand then Meanwhile the victim stopped. the to clang rojc and shouted wildly for help, but none was near. At Orders Solicited and Promptly Pilled On tbe Uiief tU CP. nt f. 1. K. O. length, when exhausted, he indulged in a silent prayer, iu the expectation of being dashed to pieces by the fall to take place, and, closing his eyes let go and fell about eighteen fingersofF. found he was ia a , When Mr VhK?r.er, who fancies that he stato of unconsciousness. " ' is an invalid, and explains to ycu the symptoms of hits latest ailment. While a rather affected young lady Mr. Jeremiah Doldrums," , who Bj the Tou or Car LoaJ, fur .v'uie. was has a thinks he. confiding to her admirer how grievance against oue of ypnr best friends, and takes etherial her appetite was, and the you by the buttonhole in order to sensitiveness and doltcateness of her r organization, the too matter-o- f fact explain it. IJaron Munchausen, Junior, who help bawled out, "Say, will ye have Orderi and Utters cf inquiry will bilcd beans ctive the aud wait or was once now, pork captured by brigands, ycr prompt attention. till enibel feller's be The time and every fller" ecci you yer gone?" has beco gonccTeriincc. lishci the incident. . v well-know- B. , r Shipping a Specially . UINTAH COAL r.