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| POETRY. ^ The Fourth Step in Intmperanoe. I WMv.n^r.aMM. fu midnight! Bark I the man tie clock strlksa twelve. And Mary listens at the chamber door, Eogor. ky hear her husband's well-know 1 •top. MHo never was,*' she eight, M»o late before I ' : Her little ones ure [fe their gnplle nest^ The glowing flrS burns cheerily and biigh j 1 And yet her heart beats sadly, he ehe lifte, The enrtain, and looks out into the night. The stars are ehlnlng In the vault ofblue, ,4Ohl where le Rodman?" crtaTtho lonely wife. And still the silence mocks her wildest fears, . Time was, not ver>* long ago, he spent - His evenings In their cosy pleasant home, His wifo and children were bis treasures dear, And nothing tempted him to leave his hpme. .But now, how changed! The wine-cup hath more charms 's r Than wife or children, home or all its Joys His boon companions are his bosom friends, v His brightest Jewels are but merest toys,, T' 'Vttahlssu-' * *h« s!«»b*.« % - ^ u- J *- * JTfe. curudn down 1 . £22^-, OVD MAQACWg. which ? Ho played an allegretto that flashed and sparkled, and bubbled over • with joy. It roused Sybil out ofytke dream into whioh the alow, soft, half-sad, alb* sweet harmonies which he had been drawing from the piano, for the last hour, had lured her. And the dream was so muoh sweeter than the reality to which she waked, that she found the sparkling allegretto cold and hollow, and heard no joy-bells in it. She felt a« if she had come "out of the warmth and bloom and languid air of a conservatory, into a cold, dreary, prosaic,winterstreet. And she shivered as she aroused herself. Such a little faint* shiver! but Mr. Meyer heard it, and wheeled suddenly around on the piano-stool. "You are cold. Let mo get you a mswij ■ . "No, I am not cold. I was ohly think ing." He came and leaned over her, then, with a look in his eyes that Sybil had never seen there before. Undey it she felt herself lapsing into that .enchanted dream-land again. Butjust then Charley North came and put his head in at the window, "Come out and take a turn or two on the piazza, Sybil," he said, with an easy air of proprietorship. "I have just finished my cigar. It is a glorious night, and you must be moped to death, sitting here all the evening." Had ho noticed the tender gaze which Mr. Moyer had

bent upon her? Sybil wondered; with a little pang of conscience, that she should have allowed him to look at her in that way— a stranger whom she had seen for the first time yesterday. Could it have been only yesterday, when it seemod so long ago? Had ail the days and yea*g of her life been so blank and dreary as it seemed to her they would bo whet his presence no longer filled them? Or had a presentiment of that ooming, yesterday, wanned and brightened them? If Charley had observed, he gave no sign. Aunt Laura had aroused from her pap in a luxurious arm-chair, at the sound of Charley's voice. "Yes go, dear," she said, "I'm afraid you have had a dull evening. I know I haven't been very good company. Don't you wish you had accepted Mrs. Reynold's escort to' the hop with Dclle? You needn't have stayed with me, child I Why didn't you go out with Charley when ho asked you, two hours ago? Run .along, now, and be sure to wrap your shawl around you. Mr, Meyer, if you would be so kind as to play to me, I ain so veiy fond of music !" If Mr. Meyer's lip curled a littlo under his blonde mustache, nobody save, perhaps, Sybil saw it. He moved quietly away from Sybil's side, and seated himself at the piano. Sybil stepped through the low window and took Charley's ann. Up and down the long piazza they walked, while from the parlor stole sweet, throbbing strains of melody that mingled with the rustling of the leaves. "You are not listening to trie !" Charley's impatient voice aroused Sybil. "Why isthatfellow everlastingly playing for? However, perhaps somebody wants to hear him. You seem to like listening to his music better than listening to me." "I don't know— I didn't think," stammered Sybil. "I am not quite sure that I was listening to anything, and yet I believe the musio bad someway mixed

- itself up with my thought*. I know' I : am hot a very entertaining companion, i Charley. I bed better go in. 1 don't . think I feel quite well." , r "I know what the matter is 5 you are muoh bored in this dull place," said * mktter-oLfact Charley. "We ou^ht to e have gone to the L House. Your aunt could have kept quiet there, if she . chose, and you oould have had enough ' gayety to keep your spirits up. Perhaps I we might get rooms there now. I'll go over the first thing in the morning, and 1 see." "No, no 1 Oh, Charley, I like here . so' muoh better 1" said Sybil, quickly. "I am only tired, and"Tfhed a little nest. You will see that/I am quite myself in the morning." [ And, with a good-night thjkt she tried to ipake gay, she went up to her room. T|vo hours later, pelle, who shared jher room, came whirling in^ooking like j a mist-wreath in her gauzy ball-dress, I ^ and /*:- • <n*> r ^ L V- - * O tfJUftw - 7^mT$*§**u wJnqueets, for she was a bright little ooquette, whose love of admiration was unbounded. "But I am forgetting to deliver the message which your disconsolate lover, whom I found on the piazza, solitary and forlorn, puffing away at his seventeenth ' g*ve me for you. He has just received a telegram from his partner, which calls him back to New York at oncc. Ho told me what it was — some business trouble, I don't remember just what. He'll be gone in the morning before you are up, unless you arise at an unusually early hour. He hinted, in a rather doubtful Way, that he hoped Vou would. He seemed to feel very badly about going. And oh, that makes me think I have madeaomc discoveries with regard to your 'knight of the ruefUl countenance.' He is the one who writes those lovely poems, as we guessed, and he paints beautiful pictures, and,besides nlnvinir so , 1 .. music. 'Such a wonderful and such a delightful man, my dear,' Mrs. Beau, mont said to me, in hor enthusiastic way. 'He is made a lion of everywhere that he goes ; strange that ho should come to such a quiet place as this, and to that stupid little boarding.hou.se, too !' Well, I always thought I didn't like lions, or geniuses, or anything of the kind, and now I am firmly convinoed of it. • I think he is stupid and owlish, with his great gray eyes, and light hair. What business has a man to be towheaded ?" "Oh, Dello, what an expression 1 How you "must have shocked that elegant

Mrs. Beaumont to night! I Have no I doubt she will take pains to explain to everybody that we are only some , 'country acquaintances' that she happened to make, last summer, and ( that, as Warrcnton is not within five , miles of a railroad, thoro is somo excuse for us." "And will further disclose the fact that if Unci? Christopher . hadn't considerately died and left you all his money, we shouldn't have been hero at all. But who cares Mrs. Beaumont?" Not Sybil, surely. Her thoughts lmd already gone back to the "knight" whose • blonde locks and distrait manner caused him to find small favor in Dell's eyes. How she had treasured up thoso poems when they found their way, in a stray magazine or newspaper, into the little Warren ton household! Why, she could scarcely tell; she was notatslFsewtwnontal ; she cared very, littlo for poetry generally. Was it some indefinable touch of sympathy that made them sweet? That was what she asked herself on this night, while Dello combed out her yellow hair and chattered away unheeded. # And she went to sleep with one of those unforgotton verses saying itself over and over in her brain — and Charley did go away before she was down stair* in the morning. After that the days slipped by in a golden dream. There were driving, and walking, and sailing parties. Of how large a number they were composed Sybil could scarcely have told. She was conscious of only one presence, and long, dreamy afternoons spent on the rocks by the shore, and long, moonlight, musio-fillod evenings, Sybil and Mr, Moyer always together, until Aunt Laura was aroused from the dozing that was constitutional with bcr, and hovered anxiously around Sybil, and wondered when Charley was coming back. Charley's letters wore thrust into Sybil's pocket unread, or, at best, looked caralossly over, and answered in cold « 1

M»d mecWl fashion. wiahod they would not come, for they disturbed [ her dream and stirred' her oonscience. Yet .why should her constienoe be troubled, the would say to hexael^ since Mr. Meyer had said no word of love to her— sinoe thero was only sympathy and friendship between them ? She was sitting on the piazza, one evening, with Mr. Meyer not far off, leaning against one of the honeysucklewreathed pillars. Through the open window came the sound of voioss. Aunt Laura, who had committed Belle to Mr*, as she very often did of late, was talking with Her particular friend, Mrs. Woodruff. "Yes, certainly, she is engaged to Mr. North. He is the son of our physician in Warrenton. It has been going on sinoe they were children. They are to be married in November." Sybil started, she was so deep in her Was it really true that she wss v " shewn* «U «*a^t , - I- — Uu> ce told her that he nad "Will you come out on the water for a little while 7 The boat is down at the foot of the rocks, and the moon makes it as light as day," he said, with halfsuppressed eagerness. Sybil hesitated for a moment. She had never been out rowing alone with him. Aunt Laura would be sure to raise the question of propriety. But then that pained, pleading look in his eyes 1 How oould she resist it? And it would all bo over so soon — this strange dream that had made life so different, so much sweeter than she had ever found it ! So they went, while Aunt Laura was too busy with her gossip to hear their departing footsteps. Out on the water, which was all aquiver with moonbeams, with the boat's slow rocking lulling her,*and the warm, perfumed land-breeze blowing across her face, Sybil forgot her scruples. Mr. mm> *11"' * B«*» "» <ui but Sybil, looking at the water, the sky, at anything but him, was conscious that his gaze scarcely wandered from her face. Suddenly she became aware that they were rowing slowly but steadily out of the harbor, instead of circling the shore around, as they usually did. They were almost in the open sea, and not far off 1 the lights of Monmouth, the great seaport town, were gleaming. "Are wo going out to Bea?" asked Sybil, not in alarm, for the sea looked < as smooth as glass, and, if it hod not • been, her faith in Mr. Moyer was un- 1 bounded ; she would scarcely have 1 questioned his ability to row her safely 1

down the St. Lawrence. But sho was surprised that he should not consult lier wishes, as he always so scrupulously did. He leaned forward on his oars, so near her thaf she felt his breath on her cheek. ✓ "Why should we not, Sybil? Why should we not go away together, when they will surely seperate us else ? For you are mine! You cannot help it when I love you so. They will make you marry him, and he does not, ho cannot love you as I do?" That was only the beginning of his pleading j and Sybil listened. Listened, but gave no word of answer. .Her heart had leaped witli a wild joy at his words. Yes, this was the secrot of it all ; this was why life had grown so sweet ; it was love, and she had never known it before ! — j * * m. * - 7W of doubt stole over tier juj. uuarley, so bravo and truo and loving*, Charley, whom slie had loved ; she had, she must have loved him, when all her thoughts by day and her dreams by night, had been filled by him for so many years. It was a very different feeling from this, but, after all, might it not be the real and true, and this only like the flash and glitter of the moonlight on the waves, which would vanish in the clear daylight? Could a fortnight conquers lifetime ? No I sho would not go with him. It was only a dream, and she should awake soon. Awake t hut into how cold and drear)* and barren a reality ! "I cannot 1 1 will not wrong him so, when he is *0 good and truo 1" She did not realize how weak her plea had boon, how much she had acknowledged; until sho saw the glow of exultation upon his face. lie renewed his fervent pleading, but she interrupted him, and the strong effort it cost her made her voice so hard and cold that she scarcely knew it for her own :

**^1 w a? Httt in OOO 'WA 1^^616 jZd, iL wm wUi fiybO iimcht, feat theerk* wm pu~& for tke prMoat; not yet should CWU*'. htmrt bejbtoken i^'^ be went directly up to her worn. Sbewt down bf the «pen window. There would be boon yet before Delle would teer hereelf foam the W Boaae gayetie., And Aunt Lauta's sleepinMr aIwajti OTercAme her TigiUnoe, by Lhk time; •be would be rare to here a little time to think, undiitorbed. A -foil figure pteed up And down the pi*" under her fc. ^ ^ lUtti ohe v.*u 0 . . gX him because it would break Charley's heart. Watching him ahe forgot to "think." He seemed to tire very soon of the steady pacing up ahd down j he leaned against a pillar, and hummed a snatch of an opera air ; then he lighted a cigar with the aid of a piece of paper which he took from his pocket and the lamp that hung over the door. He threw a fragment of the paper down on the floor of the piazsa ; it looked like a pieoe of a letter j Sybil could see the writing, so bright was the moonlight. She looked at it, after he had gone away, with a cariosity which she oould scarcely understand. It grew so strong that she stole softly down stairs and secured it. Was it only a natural interest in what* ever belonged to him that drew her, or was it the hand of Fate? It was a part of a letter : — but surely ** -- — * — 1 — if - bad thrown down so carelessly for any chance comer, thought SybiL It had been twisted tight, and was charred at the edges, but the writing was perfectly legible. " glad to bear of your success with the heiress. Stick to it, old fellow, and be grateful to old Chris Wharton for being a miser, and to me for patting you on her track ! Pity she isn't pretty ! but then you can't expect that of heiresses. Don't he too contemptuous of North, he is a smart follow, if he is a little verdant, and it is an 'old attach- * ment,' and all that sort of thing. I don't to say, of course, that there is any

doubt bat that you'U win — geniuses like you take immensely with women— hut it is just as well not to underrate vour rival." The name signed was Philip C-omyns. Delle found Sybil still sitting in the moonlight, when she came home, though there was a streak of dawn in the east. "Why you'll get your death of colc^ in that open window, child!" cried Delle. "You must have been dreaming I Are you awake?" "Yes, I have been dreaming, but I am awake now," said Sybil. "Well, I am glad you are, for I want to tell you that Mr, Beaumont has been talking to me about your hero, to-night. \y ouldn't you have been indignant to hear how w-ontempuouslylie spoke I He doesn't admire 'the kind of men that I 1' . ' *•.. * • - %.r Mc^*er is *of the ilk that live by their wits,' he savs. 'There is very little that he wouldn't stoop to for the sake of money.' Imagine Apollo driving a sharp bargain ! ^ 'He and Corayns, the lawyer, are fast friends, and everybody knows that C-omyns is a groat rogue.' By the way, wasn't that the name of Uncle Christopher's lawyer?" "I never had any memory for names, you know, Delle, and I think my brains are a little bonuml*ed, now, 1 am so cold and slecply " answered Sybil irritably. And prudent Delle said no more, "1 think this is your property. Mr. Meyer," Sybil said, meeting him, the next morning, in the hall. And she looked straight into his eyes. For once the wits that he lived by, according to Mr, Beaumont, deserted him. The blood mounted to his forehead. Ha said not a word. An hour afterward a servant brought Sybil a note. "1 am going away, and we m*y nearer meet again. I know how hardly you must think of mo. and I cannot say that 1 do not deserve it, hut one thing i» lOouttnutU os the fourth Tared ^ *