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u *6 ”.77 m...â€" ,MW THE DOUBLE TEST. By Beryl VVz‘llow. scholar, I half persuaded myself that the preceding hour had expanded the frail figure of the girl into the ripe proportions of full womanhood. Indeed, I almost read in her mute gaze a recog- nition of the passion which consumed me. Rising, I took the little handpf Maggie, and led her to a western win- dow. Winding my arms about her m ' " ' tones much u . told on M30019 b slender figure, I Sdld, In. beini1 agbyofis dire nod; v1"rtu0?12, ,stu): calmer than the heart Whleh prompted O dious, and ho eful. Poverty may be thsm1â€". hard, but intelligence robs it of half its ‘Maggie, I am no longer your ' ’7 When that sun sets I shall stin . Come, let us oro home. teacher. _, Sfibsequently to this, day followed have seen you for the last time, per- 7’ day with an unrufiled regularity of disâ€" haps, on earth. Are you sorry P . . . ' h cipline, almost instinctive. Reproof to I read my answer m the tears t at the larger pupils was unneeded, and glistened in thenplifted eyes. their example, tempered by some 5211- “Then, M33318, you can understand utary laws, controlled the rest mechan- Why I regret to leave you. I am go- - . ' far away“ but you will remem‘ icall . Struck by the novelty of perfect ing very _ , . . . ordei: all bent themselves to study with her me, W111 you not, Maggle, and erte new interest, and surpassed each week to me that I may kng‘w you dog W11] the progress of the week preceding. you do this) Maggle. - - . . I love to dwell on repetitiOn of Still, foremost of all competitos for fay or HOW , during the entire winter, stood Maggie that name, Whleh seemed to embody all Fulmer From the day on which I things of sound and meaning which I had espoused her cause, although reser- loYed! And how I longed for some- ved as ever in compliance with my thing more than the convulswe pressure ’ I advice, she determined to excel even 0f the hand thlCE1 answered me. A her own past efforts Her nights were desperate desrre 101‘ an affectionate . . . + spent, or partly spent, in application, word possessed me 3: I watkhedd fihe and her daily recitations exhibited a slowfrolhng tears t at mar e er de th of thought and vigor of underâ€" grle. . _ ~ staiding which astonished even me, ‘ Maggie,” I whispoield, 2‘10 you and to the country bumkins who recited understand what 13,15 t0 ove - with her she seemed to border on the “I haidly kne‘va she 534%, rlnoumf supernatural. Nominally classified with fully. 1‘0 one cares, forht1 3?” 0va 1:) her schoolmates, she was in, reality passâ€" Maggle. the drunkar S C 1 . e ind fa,- beyond them. Often were my rolling tears were swelled to torrents leiZure mdments employed in explaining now, and her bosom heaved fearfully to her some abtruse roblem, or in in- Wlth convulswe sobs. . dicating more clearlly the outline of “YOU must” not, sh‘all not cherish some philOSOphic theory which her pre- such thoughts, ' I said, there are many cocious intellect bnt dimly, yet someâ€" who would sze yoiir love, my gir. times almOSt comprehended. Frequentâ€" I, Maggie, I ’would give worlds to know 1y on such occasions was I startled at yoll love me. ‘ d l the range of her reflective experience, If ‘0 thmk 01‘ you always, an a ’ until I could not. but wonder at the ways as a star--pure, hlgh» and far brilliancy of talents which needed but awayâ€"be lel’eg I love ye“ now, send the hand of cultivation to resemble the strange hemf-a' at my elde- genius. From such daily associations “But you are. learned and proud, and with her I began to derive a new, in- I tht h)?" bring you nearer m my definite pleasure in remarking the thoughts. W . . enthusisaai of this tireless scholar, which “And Why not; cried I, passionately. threw a charm around the dryest ele- “Oh: Maggie! dearest Maggie! let me ments ofscience. BY constant sympathy pome nearer to your heart, until I enter with the earnest rapture of the girl, 1- it forever. ‘Tell me you love me now; grew intoa deeper admiration of her- and some tlme, when you Shim have self. By degrees I forgot, in contem- outlivedthese gi‘rlhood troublss, we plating her extraordinary talents, her ma‘y real’ize .thls cream together. humble station, until I felt that she had Ah! 531d Maggie, releasmg herself created for herself an interest in my gently from my arms, and speaking 1h heart that could never be destroyed. a. tone 0f unutterable pain, “I am ‘00 And so she grew, by delicate degrees, young. too P0013 t00 wretched 1‘40 love through pity, interest, and admiration, any one. .Oh, if I could only .diel” up into the higher regions of respect And she hid her face once more in her and love. hands, and sobbed long and fearfully. Thus sped the term. My patrons, ‘i‘Nay, l‘l‘VB, .dear Maggie!” ‘1 ex- pleased at the beneficial change in the claimed. I. W111 come had‘ to you, school, extended my probation two darling, and if these clouds have not months beyond the usual time; but the dispersed, I W111 .carry my Mrggie eff hours of that period ran goldenly away to e land where “3 15 always sunlight. into oblivion until at last it cameâ€"the W111 you not love me ever, Maggie'l’ I day which was to close my termâ€"and asked, claspipg her to my heart. . within ashort time after which I was “Always! ghe sobbed. “evenlri zny to take my place in a law office in a unworthiness, she added, ~smiling distant city. The May, beautiful May, thrimsh her tears “ And I will wrlte had long been in, and the breath of her “me you weary Of my letters.’ greening meadows and adolescent blos~ A few. words more, and I etOOd alone soms melted in at the open windows at the Window, watching Wlth tumilt- where I was holding my last day’s uous emotions the form of Maggie as school session. But, not to linger, I she wound along the grassy, highway had given the last encouragement which E“ the distance. She looked back at I was ever to offer in that humble room; intervals along the. lonely road, as one the trustees and patrons had shaken might 1301‘ back mournfully upon some my hand in rude congratulation On my receding hope; and when the last flutter success; the little ones had given me of her dress had disappeared, I left that the last reluctant palm, and the larger house forever. ones had spoken the last tearful “good- bye ;” and I sat, resting my forehead in my hand, gazing vacantly away into the supernal glory of the western sky, with an unaccustomed sadness on my brow and a regretful melancholy at my heart. I was sad at my release from what most would have considered an irksome task. Yet wherefore? Why should I regret to exchange this humble sphere of ac- tion for one broader and more promis- ing? this tiresome round of petty duties for the varied and exciting scenes of active life? Why should I be reluctant to leave these barren hills, untenanted save by the brown and antiquated dwelling of the husbandman, for the gay delights and fashionable splendors of city life, where art, made prodigal by wealth, adds to the magnificence of taste the luxury of Oriental climes? Here taste was simple, customs rude; whither I was going elegance and fash- ion reigned, and beauty spread her thousand fascinations. Then why was I reluctant? Perhaps, as I inquired, my heart made answer to itself; but its answer was unheeded, for a shadow fell across my face and a cluster of fragrant early wild flowers dr0pped upon the desk. I glanced upward, and beheld the graceful figure of Maggie Fulmer. She was clad in a far better dress than common, and the masses of her mag- nificent hair, fell round a face flushed deep with exercise, and eyes that burned with more than their accustomed melancholy splendor. As I met their searching gaze, it ' was in. effect as if, by the sudden flame of some volcano, I had been shown the chaotic "features of. the passion living in the caverns cf‘m‘y, Continued. “And how can I thank you, sir” she asked, “for all your kindness to me?” CHAPTER 11.. From the closing events of the pre- ceding chapter we must stride forward twelve years. What unexpected chan- ges these twelve years had wrought in my own fortune! Through all the grades of "‘lawyerdom,” from that of a copyist of deeds up to the satisfactory condition of a legal “limb,” ip verity, with an extensive practice, I had passed, and had finally come into the enjoyment, whether merited or not, of a handsome reputation as an advocate. During the year or two next succeeding the season which I spent in Smalley, I sustained a regular and frequent cor- respondence with Maggie. In all her letters were to be found occasional passages indicating the untaught wealth of a mind struggling to pour into the moulded patterns of expression the im- pressive fancies so peculiarly its own; but Maggie generally failed to com- municate to the lifeless letters the simple eloquence which, when falling from her gifted tongue, and receiving an added spell from her mysterious beauty, had so often startled me like an electric shock. Accustomed, while in her presence, toconnect the music of her words with her striking personal exterior, I had forgotten until I came to read the irregular epistles, in which the defects of her education were ap- parent, that she was, after all, but a crude child of misfortune, compara- tivelyâ€"nay, almost wholly destitute of those. accomplishments which, if not the origin of. love, are about. the only , . aliment on which it can subsist. I was heart. That speechless gltuice’reyealed' not long in concluding that my humble unread Halt it to be ,aeiriinspgaée- wall-flower, which had seemed so which bound me so inseparably‘tq‘gthe ‘ A ' ‘ ’ ‘ ‘ ' 0 scenes whicn I was-«quitting.-- (Gazing upon the child- genius and emancipated planted to a fashionable parlor, appear in so brief a period, was that of anac- quaintance with one of the most fasc 1n- ating women I had ever met. In the social world of B mingled many beautiful and queenly creatures, but among them there was one whose love- liness outshone all others; and yet the spell surrounding Mary Seymour was not simply referable to mere personal beauty. True, 3. world of symmetry dwelt in the tall and statly figure, the contour of the intellectual features, and a world of sensuous beauty in the lustrous hair, and in the sweet expression of a mouth as daintily chiselled as a rainbow; but it was a something not wholly tangible, that dwelt in the un- fathomable, soundless eyes, and swa1-‘ lowed up all considerations of mere outward beauty. Accustomed as I had been long to estimate the attractions of women with the cool analysis of acritic, Iat first met Miss Seymour with the indifference with which, in my opinion, all feminine charms were most safely treated. This opinion, however, was within a little time, materially revised. I found her differing widely in all the cardinal points of character from any woman I had ever seen. It was neither the rumor of her princely wealth, the vision of her wonderful perfection, nor the magic of her countless accomplishments that set at fault my preconceived conclus- ions; it was something higher, more spirit- ual than those, which exercised at once an attracting and repelling influence upon all who entered the enchanted circle of her presence. Dazzled by the blaze of attract- ions that I could not analyze, it is no wonder that I yielded passiVely to the current of admiration by which the proud, the humble, and the gifted were swayed alike. Nor did this sentiment remain the same; the processes by which its shallow- ness verged nearer to the soundless depths of love, though imperceptible, were so rapid that I had scarcely marked the ex- istence of a feeling deeper than. admir- ation before I awoke to a consciousness that Mary Seymour had become the arbitress of my destiny. On what a passion so abSorbing had been nourished it was difficult to specifyâ€"nay, a casual observer Would have denied any ground for hope. But at times, when I approached her, my infatuated heart would fancy that it read beneath the assumed carelessness of her demeanor a thrill of pleasure. Even of this I Could not feel assured; and so, in- volved in prcplexing extremCSof hope and doubt, I lingered on until the period positively fixed for my departure was but a day in advance. Existence h'ltl become to inea problem, and upon the positive or negative solution of these passing hours its whole result depended. In the jostling, brilliant crowd which that evening assembled iii the parlors of a wealthy citizen of B I sought an isolated station from whence I could gaze with undisturbed delight upon the face of Mary Seymour. As I wandered for this purpose to and fro, I aimed instinctively to shun the obj ect of my passion. She was there, radiant as ever; and as I gazed upon her eyes, which now flashed in the capri- cious light of humor, and then lost their brilliance in a shade of utter night, I could not but acknowledge that the umpire of my happiness, whether merciful or not, Could never be other than an angel from heaven. I have said that I aimed to shun Miss Seymour. as if there were in her presence a terrible fascination which it would be wise to avoid. In despite of this, long before the close of that portentous night, I found myself beside her, listening as ever to the sparkling or haughty utterances of her lips. Once within the sphere of her attractions, I sank at once-into a creature of the winds swayed by her slightest whim, and listen- ing or replying to her glittering sarcasm, or glowing periods, with a mind meanwhile stumbling in a maze of irrcsolution. Should I pin my eternal peace upon the cast of a die, and learn in one momentous instant my whole after fate? Were it not better to prefer an uncertainty, which at- least permitted hope, to a decree which might forbid all but despair? My soul exper- ienced a kind of agonizing pleasure in thus leaning over the precipice of doubt, seek- ing to fathom the intense darkness of the gulf beneath it. Than a reaction of this extreme agony suggestedâ€"“Your life at best is misery; can it be worse'.Z And should your hopes be realized, what a heaven would earth become! Coward! who dare not stake a pain against a. paradise l” I grew brave; I resolved; with the formation of my resolution a better mood came over me. I could gaze once more upon the regal beauty by my side with a soul all alive to the exquisite pleasure of the sight At length she said:â€" To be continued next week. a very ordinary blossom, the essence of rusticity. By degrees this impresmon, at first admitted suspiciously and With selfâ€"reproach, grew familiar to . my mind, and I came to contrast our differ- ent positions and the probable unlike- ness of our tastes and habits, until I tacitly concluded that to look upon Maggie Fulmer in a dearer light than as a valued friend would be rank in- justic to us both. I had not outlived the memoryof the words I had spokes when we parted, but gradually settleo into a habit of thought that looked upon it as a boyish extravagance which she as well as I would eventually f0!" get. And yet, at times, when some vivid reminiscence fell glowing from her pen, there would steal over me a temporary shadow of the same fever- dream, alWays relapsing, however, into that common type of thought in which the Maggie of old was a fabulous creaâ€" tureâ€"bright, but indistinct; and sweet, but most unreal. As a friend, however, I could not but do her reverence; the thought of dropping her acquaintance was never for a moment entertained. The place she occupied in my esteem, and which in former seasons had ap- peared to be the highest station there, seemed lower as I grew in mental stature; but it was still far too elevated to be looked upon except with feelings of respect and admiration. Thus it came that I still maintained a corres- pondence with Maggie while slowly from the ragged scrawl of the school- girl and the meagre language in which her earlier written thoughts were clothed, her hand had gained a cunning with the pen, and her style had acquired a chasteness and coherency plainly an improvement on her earlier efforts, when suddenly she sank into impene- trable silence. I had already written her several unanswered letters, and many weeks had passed away before I learned, in answer to some inquiries which I had instituted in her neighbor- hood, that, in company with her family, she had removed no one knew whither. All efforts to ascertain the new location of my girlish favorite were fruitless, For several months this circumstance occasioned me considerable inquietude, and formed a subject of constant spec- ulation; new opening prospect drew my thoughts aside, until, finally, the matter ceased to be a daily topic of thought. Occasionally, it is true, I reverted, speculatively, to the antiquated theatre on which so brief and sweet a drama of boyish life had been enacted; but manhood’s stirring incentives urged me onward, forward into a partial for- getfulness of every dream save that ambition weaves. Wealth, distinction lay before me, and I entered, with a natural zest, these new, exciting fields of action. In these pursuits ten years went by, and found me, at the age of thirty, a citizen of R , With a comfortable fortune and a constantly enlarging pro- fessional practice. Millions are born and die to whom the higher paths of social progress are sealed forever; but for me they had no barrier; and yet, though for years I had mingled in circles where feminine accomplishment and artifice combine to render female beauty irresistible, I had. as yet escaped heartwholc Perhaps the recollection of Maggie Fulmer was not least among the safeguards which exempted me from after passions, for it is certain that there arose at times from the un- sounded gulf of memory, where the be- loved are buried, a Wizard ocuntenance, whose unique and supernal beauty re- sembled the beauty of a spectre, and before whose lofty charms all common fairness seemed but imperfection, for it burned with the sublime reflection of a gifted soul. However this may be, I had never, thus far, gazed on loveliness which could compare with the capricious shadow that visited my dreams. But to return. Assiduous confine ment to business was fast exhausting me, and it was with an eager feeling of relief that I accepted a professional call promising to detain me several weeks in the comparatively rural city of Bâ€"â€". Perhaps no summer songster ever turned from the far southland at the call of spring, to revisit its familiar groves and cleave again with willing wing its native atmosphere, more ex- ultingly than did .1 speed rapidly away from the bustle of the town, and ap- proach the haven of respite. No feeling is so inspiring after protracted bond- age as the sense of personal freedom; and when I trod the pavements of B it was for the time with a supreme indifference to all time. past and future, and a complete absorption in the present. Society, in this retired town, possessed a genial freshness unk noWn to the conventional crowds of fashion- ableR ‘ , and I entered with en- thusiasm into. every scheme which could promise enjoyment. In rambles and excursions. amongst its surrounding forests, lakes, and rivers, and in cordial intercourse'with its hospitable people, the brief season alloted to ' these un- The Chinese never kiss, but a Chinese mandarin .Who has travelled in western nations has attempted to instruct the be- nighted Celestials. He says : “Kissing is a form of courtesy which consists in pre- senting the lips to the lower part of the chin and making a sound.” Again: "Children, When visiting their seniors, apply their mouth to the left or right lips of. the elder with a smacking noise.” It is to_ be feared that this matter-of-fact description of the process iSJhardly likely to_lead to its naturalization in the Middle Kingdom. An amusing incident occured at the Irondonderry Assizes on Saturday. A jury haying returned a verdict in which they assessed the value of a. bust of the Earl of Bristol, BishOp of Derry; at £16 105., Judge O’Brien asked-On what basis the amount had been arrived at. The foreman said that, there being a. diflerence»: .fair burn to allow; the amounts were them : alloyed ‘enjoym'ents melted insen'sibly‘ . ' added together, and the total divided bf twelve, the number of jurors. Thu' state- aWZfi until ’the necessity for my return“ ' created much laughter in court. to business stared in? Ainthe; fave ma: ma. ~ 24H.is§Lordship_refused to accept the ver- .. dic. and the jury, after another consul- , ,tati , , brought in a verdict of £10. -' .'.~ ‘4- Of opinion as to the amount each 'uror - hadéput down what he had eonsiderJed all”! i Come and see our great Bargains in |FURN|TUREJ We will sell for the next 30 DAYS our well known and Well; selected stock at prices that will astonish every one. Our $35 Be'd-room set for $25. Our $30 one for 2 3. : Our $20 one for $15. Everytkz'zzg in proportion for Z/cc next 3 0 days ~~ Come along and you will get a Bargain. ANERSON, lillGENT a ; Kent St., Lin-dew, Wkaz‘ a Correspondent says of 7726 Home of OWEN McoARvnva San, ra . _â€" “Ehâ€"v â€" ._â€"_ .J What the Proper Application of Printers’ Ink has Produced â€"A model piece of Furniture that Captured Foreign Medals. That the success of every business man depends upon his ability 2‘0 ado 24;}: umm be gains-aid. Indeed the cficacy of printers’ ink lies in its proper amiiz'catz'on. if 7.1 from who knows how to advertise the goods he really keeps, and 7ch the gods he docs 7101‘ I» '1‘. the man who will thrive best. .lIrmy merchants nowadays judiciously 31,7100? the} mr'.-..~,-j,._-. ment allover a popular newspaper; but when the buyers visit their flares flag/15min}: their best goods exist only on paper. T his class of anon knew: how: to 3,031 for cm “ad." 'rLL they do not know how to advertise. It is a rare thing to find a. house that comes up to its advertisement in these times, and rarer still are those that {he adz'crfz'mnc'nt docs mt co'mc' â€" up to. During my travels in search. of news I have found one of the rarer specimens, and the way I happened to find it was through the following on zvguc advertisement:â€" “Carrie, dear,” said her father, and he said it with a good deal of satisfaction, “ W'illiam askrd me 707 your hand last night, and I consented.” “ 1V ell, Pa, that’s the first bill cf min-5 3:92; havn’t objected to.” Carrie had evidently not been purchasing hcr - Household Furniture from OWEN McGARVE Y (f: SON, Nos. 1849, 18:51 (I; 1853 Notrc Damc .Strrcf, or there would have been no objection to the bills sent. Owen ilIcGarrey a? Son carry a most complete stock of parlor, diningâ€"room, library and faacy articles, such as file: 7"»- ..-.+ 7‘ wrr'jr'd odd-piece suites, in plushes of all the. newest shades, with lad'z'cs’ desks, easel-z :znr‘f- in" Its, gilt chairs, cttomans and piano stools, with the newest and largest (15'5071'121-1! «f wt: 7: rockers, easy chairs, reclining chairs, swing cots, cribs, and a full line of the 2-1.1: w. .7 ad- mired bent furniture from Vienna, Austria, and their prices are aclmlu'ledgrd tin, (htf’j' estâ€"quality consideredâ€"in the city ; and to provide for Carrie and ll'illic’sfurrlm and future wants, we have now daily arriving, the very finest stock of BABY CARRIAGES AND PERAMBULATORS ever on view in this city, varying in price from 7, 8.50, 10, 1‘2, 14, 16, 18, :20. .." 3. 3.; 26, 30, 35, 1,0, 45, 50, 60, ’75 and up to 85 dollars, the highest priced ones thcfimsz’ .~':‘j:iu~' and finish yet made in the United States, will be found at Owen McGarvey d.- .Sma's obi-stand argcst furniture store in the city. When I read this advertisement my airwsity u'as naturally aroused, and I irozf f0 McGarvey’s expecting to find, as I had found elsewhere, the best of his goods 2‘0 crib-tom lape'r; but I was mistaken. I found that the advertisement did not come up in tin lows and that it takes six spacious flats to hold the very best of his goods which are wt no llfff'litd in the advertisement. For example, there is no mention made of the picccs (ffurm'n 7'? that capturcdfo'reign medal. at tne various exhibitions. There is a mention made, ffbafdfi that Owen McGarvey cf: Son can furnish a bousefrom bottom to top, but there is 7:11 no prion made of the fact that tho goods are substantially the stock from which the sa 77117113 irv {cl-m that brought the firm several bronze and silver medals, together with a diploma for 1â€".rgn-2'Sift workmanship. The prizes were awarded by the Paris, Belgium and Indian (‘05: 2.31:! E:- htbitions. Mr. McGa'rvey, who by the way is a most aflhbfe mtlurrcn, truck on fizi‘mlf’h every one of his sixfiats, where I had the pleasure of inspecting some of Illtylilltx‘fj1‘?‘Ill‘i‘liyr£ I have ever seen, and that’s saying. a good deal when the fact is considered Mat 1 but. m some of tnc very best New York afiords. The pieces of furniture that ten]: the prim. aft? of which is given above, consists of a drawing room chair and a centre. table. The table is made of ebony, with sides of free ornamental scrolhcork carrim. #1381595 similarly treated, to which brass claws are attached, and the chair is of that kind 1.2mm as wire backed, upholstered very richly in crimon and old gold brocatelle TM real merit and beauty of these articles is beyond my potter of dcsrrz'fifnn. I" order that the nu beauty of the elegant furniture may be soon to advantage, Mr. Birth"??? has a portion of his second flat divided into ‘apartvwnts. These are fumishrc’ v-z'ff. Mm (J his best furniture in such a way as to resemble a palatial dwelling. A parltr. 19in??? room, bed-room and even the hall-wag are so luxuriously arranged as to szlcgrsf 1‘36 W" blessings of a home made beautiful by the exquisite touch of the experienccd honor-{’71 7715‘" apartments are models of perfection, and any housekeeper who gets a vicw of than 2/‘2‘51 tum rem with envy. After making a tour of the various departments on the upper flats we 'mmb’ «7 (3 , 3667115 in the handsome elevator to the first floor, where the pleasant recollection of rbildlu '7 days came up before me like a dream, when I beheld the perfect gems of baby carriages dz'szllallt’d to public view. - i I wished a wishâ€"but then ’twere vain, To wish one’s self a child again. , . I must confess that never since I was an “infant terrible” was I so compz'ctd 1.: tamed away with a baby carriage. I will not attempt to describe any one in particular, but my venture to say that any one of them would take a prize at an exhibition if held to-owrrow and this is not saying a great deal. I.“ A.‘ ARNEA UX owtu McGARVEY son, 1849, 1851, and 1853 I «va‘. 10.. an on a ... nun... ..a......_ m .‘x k , w Notre Dame Street, Mamba ,_ i 300 I"il , demons ber of 1 how he the pet the crq Hansel 'lative ‘ memo \ both