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( | Lk °< One e;e-nixxg, quite late, the Mother had visited her in her rovm. _ The Sis ter was not at the devotions which had brought a look of heavenly blessedness into her face, but: erect in her narrow chamber, clad only in the courseâ€"night gown, which was nearly concealed by a mantle of falling hair, that giistened and shove ; and now and again she liftâ€" ed, as it were, a fold of it in her finâ€" gers, and it fell shimmering back,. ©Sister Margaret," said the Mother, with rebuke in her voice, "you should be in your bed. There is but one thing which should keep you from it." For ten years sister Margaret bad renounced the world, and with it all personal vanities, but there was one thing to which she still clung and that was her golden bair. The younger woman turned towards her with a blushing face. "My thoughts were on the eirth, Mothor," she said softly. The mother .came closer to her and touched the silky hair. "TIs this a snare to you ?" she asked. "I love it," said Sister Margaret, in a voice that was musical by reason of its sweetness, "for the sake of an erring human creature. I never look upon my hair but I recall his praise of it." Yet you vowed to crucify yorr human affections." «No nun could think less than I of human affections," said the little Sister. "But we are bidden to love all sinners. This man is a Sinner. _ While he walks the earth I must remember him. Once he loved me, and for aught I know he loves me still," "My child," said the Mother gravely, "I see that you still cling |to earthly things. Tt would please me greatly if you would sacrifice thisâ€"‘ she placed her wrinkled hand once more upon the hairâ€""it would buy something for His poor." ‘ "Do not ask it of mey dear Mother," pleaded the Sister," "God understands. Love is acceptable to Him when it springs from a pure heart, aud He bears with its weakness." The Mother was silenced. . When she had left her, Sister Margaret knelt long upon the cold floor. She was woman as well as saint. If she had outlived the bitterness, the sweetness of the earthly love remained with her. Daily. the little Sister grew in boliâ€" ness and charity. _ Usually she thought of nothing out her work, aud how to render most service to those to whom her life was given ; but sometimes a face, a walk, the look in the eyes of one who passed, would arrest her attenâ€" tion, and for a second her breath woald come quickly and her throbbing heart would ery out that her prayers were answered. But this was not so. And, by degrees, though her_ faith did not fail, she ceased to look for him whom she sought, and was thus spared the pain of disappointment. _ Never again had the subject been mentioned to her. a ob And the days melted into one anothâ€" er, and grew into weeks and months and years. One summer morning when the little Sister brushed ber hair, a ray of light from the. rising sun fell upon it and showed her a silver thread which had crept in amongst the gold. She looked at it as if she would fain have been d:â€" ceived, then, with a heavy sigh let the long tress fall, long tress fall, "Ab," she said, in a sorrowful whisâ€" per, *what if it be faded and white ? Would he know me then 1. As well might I have been shorn." That day she bad to work very hard. There was much illness about. The feverâ€"stricken who in health would have acknowledged no necessity for her preâ€" sence, watched for her eagerly, Weary mothers, to whom curses came more readily than other speech, blessed her when she lifted the little babies from her arms to weak to hold them, and young children crying with pain and wretchedness, held out their hot hands to clutch the tempting fruit she brought them. As she was descending the rickety stairs of the last house shefhad visited, a woman dashed out from the garret and leaning over the banister, called to her. By the afternoon she had given away all she had in her basket. "I saw you come,". she said, "and I‘ve been aâ€"laying in wait for you. Gouldâ€"you step back ?" The little Sister looked up. She saw a pretty, bedraggled, untidy woman, with hollow eyes and a coarse complexâ€" ion, who was still young, and whose person was clad in faded finery. She A SISTER OF CHARITY, }rfls not a new type to the little Sister; who could have told her character at a glance. She‘reascended the stairs. «You have only just come to this house ?" she said with her reassuring smile. «Yes, we ha‘nt been here three days," answered the woman. _ "It ain t exactâ€" ly a sootable lodgin‘, but the rent‘s easier than t‘other." "You have been better off, then ?" said the sister, and sho knew the rest of the story without being told. But she let the woman make ber own stateâ€" ment. We gets poorer an‘ poorer, When we first married my husband was quite a gentleman. It‘s drink has done it. But be‘ve been steady \ a long while now. Turned over a new leaf you might say. Only he was weak when we come here, and he caught the fever directly, and we ha‘n‘t any money. And we are starving, wellnigh." She looked at the basket. Alas! it was empty. "I could stand it myself,. But it‘s bim, and the little ‘uns." "You have some children ?" "Two." She pushed open the door and Sister Margaret entered. The room was squalid and bare of furniture, except for the wretched bed on which lay a prostrate form, and w broken chair, against which leant a pale, lovely little child, who turned at her entrance and looked at her with shy, yet eager eyes. Anotber, and a younger child, was crouching on the floor endeavoriny to extract some nourâ€" ish nent from an old dry bone she was sucking. The sun streamed in througls the un curtained window, _ It showed the dirt and wretchedness of the room, the torn paper with its tawdry pattern, the soiled counterpane, which was flung over the sick man, and the pale, worn face resting on the cont which served as a pillow. â€"Ib was the face of a wretâ€" ched creature. But the sunlight, while it made the ruin more apparent, yet cruelly manifested that the stranded, broken vessel had been planned for a great and noble purpose, had once been beautiful and filled with power. \Vas it this thoughtâ€" which came inâ€" to the mind of Sister Margaret, and made her gaze, as if fascinated, on the sick man. "Me ain‘t conscious. He don‘t know you," whispered the woman. "Heâ€"doesn‘t knowâ€"me," repeated the little Sister like one in a dream. "Heâ€"doesn‘t knowâ€"me," repeated the little Sister like one in a dream. She was trying to recall a face not unlike his, she remembered so wellâ€" a broad, white brow, from which the dark hair had been tossed carelessly back, and great longâ€"lashed grey eyes with the dilated pupils of the enthusâ€" iast, and a . weak, sensitive, mobile mouth, and a chin dimpled like a girl‘s. But his brow was furrowed, the hair was streaked with gray, the chin was disfigured by an unkempt beard, and the mouth was changedâ€"sadly... Only the «eyes were the same. The fever and the sunshine gave them a strange brilliancy. Sister Margaret gave a longâ€"drawn, shivering sigh. Suddenly the sickâ€"man drew one hand from under the coverlet, and with an impatient gesture pushed back the overâ€"hanging hair from his forehead. Then he flung his arm out upoh the counterpane, and the thin, slendér hand with the fingers of the artist lay palm downwards. But concentrated passion, whether of joy or sorrow, produces a wonderful calm. Sister asked quiety, and without lookâ€" ing round. And the woman answered. "Claude Desborough." The little Sister bowed her head, The man who had been moaning, now muttered something incoherent. His wife understood him however. She fetched a mug from the other end of the room. It had contained water, but was now empty The little girl had surreptiously drank its contents. Meanwhile Sister Margaret stood as if incapable of action. It was so like a dream, this meeting. Her thoughts reverted to the past, strange and far away, as though in another life. "I must get some," said the woman, philosophically. And she lefté the room. She saw a young, handsome man standing before an easel, and a gir}, alâ€" most a child, was looking up at him in undisguised admiratron and both were smiling from sheer happiness. And preâ€" sently the girl blushed at his praise of berself as she stood in her white dress, with the rippling waves of her hair avound her, like a nymph in a sea of gold. She saw these two sgain. The man and themaiden, They were wanderingtoâ€" gether in a country lane. They had been reading out of one book, and he still clasped in his lefé hand a volume of Shelley. His right hand was holdâ€" ing hers ; and the sunlight was upon them and the world was ablaze with glory. But now it was night. The girl had changed. Into her eyes had come a sad, wistful look, and the traces of reâ€" cent tears were upon her cheeks. She was walking restlessly up and down the room, and presently she covered her face, as if with shame at the thought of something she had seen or heard, and falling upon her knees at the bedâ€" side she prayed and wept. And then she saw the snow falling, and a woman watching it listlessly, It was growing dusk, but had it been darker her eyes would have seen a figâ€" ure approaching. Suddenly the light leapt into them and the color to her cheeks. And she clasped her hands over her heart. She knew no more till he was in the room, at her feet pleadâ€" ing for pity, for another trialâ€"and not in vain. And yet one more scene rose before her. It was too painful to dweil on,. Even now Sister Margaret shuddered like one struck with cold. The woman, older, changed, and still sadder, was driving bome with her father late in the evening. They alighted, and as she hbastened towards the gate, she stumbled and nearly fell. Prostrate "What is your husband‘s name ?" the on the ground lay a drunkard. The moon, looking suddenly from behind a cloud, showed her his face. And a cry broke from her, startling the silent night. _ Then with feverish energy she dragged off her glove aud flung on the pavement her diamond engagement ring. The little Sister passed ber hands across her eyes. ly "Nothing," said the woman, bitterly "and we‘ve pawned all we had except this." "Tt‘s food he wants," Desborough‘s wife was saying. "He‘s very weak." Shad®bectched out her hard towards the counterpane and began to pull it away from the shrunken form it coverâ€" ed. The man balf involuntarily tightenâ€" ed. his hold of it. "It won‘t fetch much," said the wom an, "but there ain‘t anyâ€"time to lose He‘s sinking fast." "Stop," said the little Sister and she arrested the dirty, hardâ€"worked hand with her own. "I ean‘t," cried the woman passionateâ€" ly. "I love‘ him. I ain‘t going to iet him die if I can help it. I‘d hoped you could ha‘ done something for as. "I will," said Sister Margaret, gently. "I have only one thing to give him, but he shall have it." She stepped to the foot of the bed, and pushed off her veil. Then with quick, nervous fingers she loosened her hair. In a minute her black gown was neerly hidden, and the sunshine pourâ€" ing through the dirty window, streamed upon her, and made her a being trarsâ€" tfiguredâ€"a creatare of wondrous loveliâ€" ness, refulgent in a cloud of golden light. The children running to look at her, were almost afraid, _ The mother could not keep back an exclamation. Sister Margaret looked at her with shining S eyos â€""See !" she said, in a strange, excited half sad, balf joyful voice, and she gathered her bair in either hand and spread it out. "This is for him. Cut it off with all speed sell it, and buy food. But before his wife could , answer her the sick man had risen in his bed and was gazing at her with wonderiug eyes. Then hbe nttered a cry which thrilled the listeners, so full was it of rapture, while his haggard face was aclow like that of a young man. "Why," he cried and at the sound of his voice the Sister trembled, ‘at‘s Fay ! She has forgiven meâ€"she has come to me. Ah ! my darling, my darâ€" The tears streamed from his eyes, and be stretched out his arms. "I knew you would come, Fay. I always said so. And now I can paint you. But why in a blackidress, Fay ? I like you best in white. You are so‘ young, you see, and wee, and happy ; and wlack is for the old and sorrowful. Ah, but the hair is there, and just as bright. You should always stand in the sunshine, Fay." You are erying Do not ery. . Ah ! it is my tault. Forâ€" give me, dear. â€" Pray for me, Fay. Ob;, help me. I have sinned Again, Sbe has turned away. Oh, my God. The rapid utterance ended in a shriek, and he fell back senseless. His wife turned to Sister Margaret. ©It‘s the fever," she said. "He‘s ravâ€" ing." . And she stooped to aid the faintâ€" ing man, murmuring as she did so. "He often says long bits of poetry when he‘d off his head." ling The Sister of Charity sprang towards her sobbing. "Don‘t restore him yet," she said. Do thisâ€"" she pointed to her hair, "while he is unconscious." And in a few minutes the old blunt knife had done its work, and she was shorn of her glory. She drew its forâ€" mer black covering over her head, while the other woman gathered in her hands the "poor gold hair," which lay in a mass upon the floor. When the dying man came to his senses he saw bending over him the blackâ€"robed figure of a Sister of Mercy. But her face was hidden." The «drummer always brings the latest trick. Here it is, says the Lewâ€" iston, Me. Journal. "Now go," said the little Sister quite calmly. "Bring him help. I will attendâ€" to him till you return." Take a spool of white basting cotton. Drop it into your inside coat pocket, and, threading a needle with it, pass it through the shoulder of,. your .coat. Leave the end an inch or so long on the outside of. your coat and take off the needle. Four men out of five will try to pick that white thread off your shoulder, and will pull on the spool until it actually does seem as though your clothes are all bastings, and that they were untravelling not only your clothes, but yourself. "I was in to see Wilson Barret in‘ ‘Claudin‘ in Boston last week," said the: travelling man. "It was the most interesting and pathetic portion of the play. Everybody was rapt. I was sitting bolt upright, and didn‘t know or care to know a soul around me, when suddenly I felt someone tugging at that basting cotton that I myselt had clean forgotten. I didn‘t say a word and didn‘t move. Foot by foot it un: ravelled. Half glancing around, I saw manâ€"a total strangerâ€"yanking at “Ha\'eyc;u nothing * she asked faint p? The Joke of the Season Waterlco County Chreonicle. of diseases start from a torpid liver and impure blood. Dr. Pierce‘s Golden Medical Discovery cures evâ€" ery one of them. It preverts them, too. Take it, as you ought, when you feel the first symptoms (lanâ€" guor, loss of appetite, dullness, deâ€" pression) and you‘ll save yourself from something serious. In building up needed flesh and strength, and to purify and enrich the: blood, nothing can equal the "Discovery." _ It invigorates the liver and kidneys, promotes all the bodily functions, and brings back health and vigor. _ For Dyspepsia, "Liver Complaint," Biliousness, and all Scrofulous, Skin and Scalp Disâ€" eases, it is the only remedy that‘s guaranteed to benefit or cure, or the money is refunded. mds C % _ t h (;'~ & :§ A l *; (t) "Th‘ ts 1y¢ w »‘ ;’_‘ : f;/;: ; m < "»\, '.'. a 0 C N & 8 3 P i B that thread. _ His face was scarlet. He had pulled out about ten yards and was hauling it hand over hand. He didn‘t dare to stop because he had decorated my back aud the whole aisle with basting cotton. _ He hardly dared to go aherd for he didn‘t know what part of my domestic interior economy he was trifling with. . Rip! Rip! went the thread. _ Hand over hand he yanked it in. The aisle was ‘ full of it. For heaven‘s sake! will it ever end ? said he above his breath. 1 sat perâ€" fectly still and ran the spool while he pulled, How I wanted to yell. I never saw _ anything _ half . so funny. . The whole section of the house got onto it. They didn‘t know . wheâ€" ther to laugh at me or him, and . some looked on amazed at the spectacle. At last the stranger behind me gave one frantic rip and yanked about 11 yards out in one bunch, and as the cotton got twisted around his watch chain, over his eyeâ€"glasses, in his very hair and filled bis lap, I turned around and proâ€" ducing the spool from my pocket said : A rmnarmmg xors® in the ears, headâ€" A ache, deafness, eyes weak; _ *, ol?qtruction of nose, disâ€" BÂ¥ charges fallâ€" énsem@ll) inginto throat @2( â€"are sympâ€" s fijfmnr({[f{“d toms of Caâ€" ( tarrh. There‘s a medicine that will cure you, no matter how bad your case or of how long standing. That‘s Dr. Bage‘s Catarmh Remedy. "I ‘am very much obliged for your interest and very sorry that I nisled you. You see I have about 124 yards left, but I presume that you don‘t care for arymore toâ€"night. _ I_ am honestly sorry, but I can‘t help smiling." "The man was a modest sort of gentleman in appearance. His face was red as fire even to his ears. He looked at me then at the spool. He changed color once or twice, and then as the crowd eaught on a big laugh went up right in one of the painful passages of ‘Claudin,‘ and the gentleâ€" man who had attemipted to pull that thread off joined in the laugh and said: "I will square up on my wife when I get home, but, my friend I declare to heaven that I did at one time think that I was going to undress you where you sat." in a small town obtained his supply of butter from a farmer in the neighborâ€" hood. One day he discovered that the rolls, which were supposed to weigh four pounds each were not up to the standard, and further examination reâ€" vealed a steady diminution. At last the baker lodged a formal complaint against the farmer, and the affair was brought before the court. . "Have you any scales ?" enquired the magistrate. ‘Yes," was the reply. "And have you weights?" continued the judge. An {answer this time in the negative given. "But how did you manage to weigh your butter?" asked the magisâ€" trate. â€" Then the farmer related that ever since the baker had taken his butâ€" ter he bad returned the compliment of buying his bread. The baker supplied him with four pound loaves, and he used them as weights for his butter. "It is his fault, not mine, if the weight is not correct," added the farmer, who was speedily ‘acquitted and left the court in triumph with an escort of friends. A. Short Weight Story. There is a little story going the rounds, says an exchange, which does not help to raise one‘s estimate of hum:â€" an nature,. A‘certain baker in business Tt catches every time, and my own wife has been fooled twice on it." 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