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CHAPTER XXVIII.

A Revelation.

The little conference at Mr. Furbush's was over, and Mr. Morrison,
rising, said slowly:

"I was very sorry to feel it my duty to take part in this matter. Let us
forget it, and all be friends. Good-day, Mr. Furbush."

He shook hands with that gentleman, and also with Isaac, both of whom
responded with very poor grace.

Then they walked out into the open air. Mr. Morrison, turning to Tony as
they reached the sidewalk, remarked:

"My boy, I was glad to see that you exhibited no desire for revenge."

As they walked back toward Mr. Smart's store, the senior Morrison talked
earnestly with the stranger, while young Morrison said to Tony:

"Well, good-by, my friend. Father is determined to go back to Boston
to-night, and wants me to go with him. I won't forget you."

Morrison gave him a warm pressure of the hand, and then Tony found
himself alone. How unutterably lonesome the world seemed to the boy at
that moment! and as he walked slowly home he reviewed the events of the
last few months.

His winter's work had exceeded his most sanguine expectations, and yet
he felt the burden of defeat upon him. When he reached home, his father
questioned him closely in regard to what had transpired, all of which he
explained minutely.

"The young rascal!" said Job Loring, clenching his hands and frowning.
"He got off too easy. He'd orter had a lesson."

"I am satisfied," said Tony. "I think it will be a lesson to him."

Tony was treated with much more consideration than formerly, but somehow
it brought him little comfort, and a week dragged slowly by.

Aaron had improved greatly, now that poverty had loosened its grip upon
them, and was helping his father fix up around the house, when a
stranger came walking up to the door one afternoon.

"Hullo, Job! How are you?" he cried, reaching out his hand.

Tony, who was reading, looked up to see his father shaking hands with
the red-whiskered man whom he had such good reason to remember.

The stranger nodded to Tony.

"So you're Job Loring's son, are you?" he said. "I tell you what it is,
Job, that chap isn't very big," pointing to Tony, "but he's a boy to be
proud of."

After this, he talked in low, earnest tones to Mr. Loring and Aaron, and
soon the three started together in the direction of Ashville.

Father and son did not return till nearly dark, and then they came with
quick, hopeful tread.

"Amanda," said Mr. Loring, eagerly, "what do you think? I've got every
cent o' my pay."

Mrs. Loring stopped her work in surprise.

"I'm glad for Tony's sake," she replied. "Now he can have his money.
He's been moping around the house like a shadow."

Mr. Loring looked thoughtful.

"I have been harsh with him sometimes, I s'pose, and I've said lot's o'
things ag'in the rich folks that I hadn't orter. There's one decent one,
anyway."

"Who's that?" his wife wanted to know.

"Mr. Morrison."

Tony came into the room at this moment, and caught the sound of the
name.

"What of him?" he asked.

Then Job Loring told his story:

"That chap who was here to-day worked with me'n Aaron, over on Scaly
Brook last winter, and the land we trespassed on belonged to this Mr.
Morrison. I didn't know it at the time. Morrison was away, but a lawyer
in Ashville advised Smart to take the hull lot o' logs, 'cause they was
forfeited. But there was one landin', or brow of logs, that could be
proved as come off of our permit, every stick of it, though _I_ didn't
know it. This brow was in the way of the others, and some o' the boys
attached it for their wages. Then they sent this red-whiskered man
through to see what Morrison was going to do about it. He came home
himself and agreed to pay every man, and to-day we got it."

Then he turned to Tony.

"How much did you make last winter?" he asked.

"A hundred and thirty-three dollars," replied Tony, omitting the odd
cents.

"Four dollars more than Aaron and me," said Mr. Loring.

He got up and paced across the room and back.

"I'll tell you what I'm going to do," he continued, speaking with some
effort, "I'm going to pay that all back to you, Tony--every cent of it."

He had expected to see Tony spring to his feet with a great outburst of
joy. Instead, he only shook his head and said, slowly:

"I don't want it; you can keep it."

"Well! well! well!"

It was all Job Loring could say.

"You can give me part of it, if you like," said Tony, at length. "I
suppose I shall need some clothes."

"And you ain't going to peddling, nor nothing?" queried Mr. Loring.

Again Tony shook his head.

And so the matter was dropped.

Another week went by and Tony was one day walking through Ashville. He
had purchased, at the earnest solicitation of his mother, a suit of
well-fitting clothes; but he was low-spirited, and in spite of the money
he had made, the past winter seemed a sort of failure to him.

Suddenly some one grasped him by the shoulder and a familiar voice
shouted in his ear:

"Hello, Tony, how are you? I hardly knew you, with your new toggery on."

Could it be possible? Yes, he was shaking hands with Morrison.

They were near Mr. Smart's hardware store.

"Come inside," said Morrison. "I've got a bit of news to tell you."

They entered. Mr. Smart was nowhere in sight.

"Right into the office," continued the young man, gaily. "Now, no
backwardness to-day. Sit right down, while I spin my yarn, as the
sailors say. It was as big a surprise to me as it will be to you."

Tony sank into one of the chairs, while Morrison elevated his feet upon
the desk before him.

"Now, are you ready?" he said, with a laugh. "Well, here goes. I worked
in this store two years, under this man Smart--and a precious rascal he
was, too--and never knew that my father owned this store and everything
in it. Mr. Smart had been a clerk for father in Boston, and the object
of the deception was to see if I really had any liking for business. And
what do you suppose the result is?"

"I don't know," said Tony, feebly.

"I'll tell you," continued Morrison. "I was twenty-one years old
yesterday, and I am sole proprietor here."

Tony looked at his companion in a peculiar way; saw how his eyes
sparkled and his cheeks flushed with eagerness, and he knew that his
heart was light and happy with ambition and hope. But the gulf between
them was wider than ever.

"I congratulate you," he said, huskily. "I wish you everything--"

He stopped and rose to his feet, but Morrison pulled him down into the
chair again.

"Don't go yet," he pleaded. "I'm not through. Now I want a favor of you.
I want you in the store with me. Stop!" he said, imperatively, as Tony
attempted to speak. "I know what your objection will be, but it's no
use. There are evening schools here in the village, and you can attend
them as much as you wish. You are bright and quick; I'll risk you. Mind
before muscle, any time."

What could the poor fellow do? Nothing, except to grasp the hand of
Morrison and shed tears of gladness, while his lips vainly strove to
utter the thankfulness which over-flowed his heart. His wildest dreams
were more than realized, and, better than all material advancement, he
would not be parted from his friend.

And Morrison never had occasion to regret his offer, for Tony took to
the business like a duck to water. A year later, Mr. Morrison, senior,
said to Job Loring, who was making some alterations in the rich man's
stable:

"A wonderfully smart boy of yours, Mr. Loring. It doesn't seem possible
that twelve months can work such a change."

Job ran his great fingers through his shaggy hair, and made answer in a
puzzled sort of way:

"It do seem strange, Mr. Morrison--it do, for a fact. I al'ays pitied
the little chap, and kep' tellin' him he'd never be any good. But there,
it shows that size don't al'ays count, and I wish Aaron could 'a had
more brains, even if he didn't have quite so much muscle."

The story of Isaac Furbush's petty pilfering in some way got noised
about the village, and it seemed as though the disgrace would ruin his
prospects in Ashville, till Tony induced Morrison to give him a job as
porter in the store.

Isaac, to whom the bitter lesson had been extremely beneficial, accepted
the situation thankfully, and a goodly portion of his superfluous flesh
disappeared in his zeal to prove himself worthy of his employer's
confidence.

And in the hunting seasons, Morrison and Tony manage to steal away and
chase the flying caribou and deer, and more than one lordly moose has
been forced to succumb to their prowess and skill.

[THE END.]

A SUBMERGED CITY.

It has happened many times in the history of the world that cities have
fallen into decay, and finally disappeared so entirely that their
existence has not been suspected by the ordinary traveler.

Nineveh, Babylon and Carthage are the most notable instances of the
destruction due to war, pestilence and famine. Sometimes Nature lends a
hand, as in the following strange case:

The city authorities of Rovigno, on the peninsula of Istria, in the
Adriatic Sea, have discovered a little south of the peninsula the ruins
of a large town at the bottom of the sea.

It has been observed for some years that fishermen's nets were sometimes
entangled in what appeared to be masses of masonry, of which fragments
were brought up from the sea-bed. A year or two ago a diver declared
that he had seen walls and streets below the water.

The city authorities recently decided to investigate. They sent down a
diver who, at the depth of eighty-five feet, found himself surrounded on
the bottom of the sea by ruined walls. He says he knows they were the
work of man. He is a builder by trade, and he recognized the layers of
mortar.

Continuing his explorations, he traced the line of walls, and was able
to distinguish how the streets were laid out. He did not see any doors
or window openings, for they were hidden by masses of seaweed and
incrustations.

He traced the masonry for a distance of one hundred feet, where he had
to stop, as his diving cord did not permit him to go further. He had
proved beyond a doubt that he had found the ruins of an inhabited town,
which, through some catastrophe, had been sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Some people think that they identify this lost town with the island
mentioned by Pliny the Elder, under the name of Cissa, near Istria. This
island cannot be found now, and it is thought the submerged town may
have been a settlement on the island that so mysteriously disappeared.

ST. NICHOLAS.

A very pretty legend from Germany tells how St. Nicholas came to be
considered the patron saint of children. One day, so the story goes, he
was passing by a miserable house, when he heard the sound of weeping
within.

Stepping softly to the open window, he heard a father lamenting the
wretched fate to which his three lovely young daughters were doomed by
poverty. St. Nicholas' gentle heart was touched. He returned at night
and threw in at the window three bags of gold sufficient for the dowry
of the girls. His kindness to them, and to many others equally wretched,
made him regarded as the especial benefactor of children.

In Russia he is reverenced as the chief saint of the Greek Church, but
in Germany, Switzerland, Holland and Austria it is as the children's
saint that he is chiefly honored. The good Dutch burghers who founded
New Amsterdam placed the little settlement under his care. It has grown
to be the great city of New York, but his name is no less honored in the
splendid metropolis than in the humble Dutch town.

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PUZZLEDOM.

*No. DLXVI.*

Original contributions solicited from _all_. Puzzles containing obsolete
words will be received. Write contributions on one side of the paper,
and apart from all communications. Address "Puzzle Editor," GOLDEN DAYS,
Philadelphia, Pa.

ANSWERS TO LAST WEEK'S PUZZLES

No. 1. Quiet--quite.

No. 2.

R
M A W
M I C O S
M I T H R A S
R A C H I L L A S
W O R L D L Y
S A L L Y
S A Y
S

No. 3. P-reserved.

No. 4.

A
S T Y
S H O E S
S E A M A I D
B A L L I S T A S
C O L L E C T E D L Y

No. 5. Y-our.

No. 6.

R E P U T E S
H A R E L I P
S I M I L E S
C O V E N T S
S Y R I N G A
P I M E N T O
P A R E R G A

No. 7. A very Merry Christmas to all those in our 'Thedom.

No. 8.

M
R A S
P E T E R
R E F U T E R
M A T U T I N A L
S E T I R E M E
R E N E G E S
R A M E N T
L E S T S

No. 9. The eminent posers.

No. 10.

C A N D L E W A S T E R
P A R A D I S E A N
B A N I S T E R
B E T T E R
S E I R
D T

NEW PUZZLES.

No. 1. CHARADE.

The glad New Year again is here,
With joy and merriment bedight,
Let vanish now all worldly fear.
_Last_ peace let every heart be light.

This is the time for turning leaves,
And living better lives withal,
And he who o'er the past year grieves.
His wayward thoughts must overhaul.

The youth his diary will grasp,
And write _complete_ about his love;
He calculates when next he'll clasp
Her to his heart and call her dove.

The cashier closes up his books.
And feels at ease that he is free:
From taint or tarnish of the crooks.
To Canada he need not flee.

The plumber also gathers in
The surplus from the bygone year;
His features wear an unctuous grin,
He feels he is without a peer.

And so the happy New Year gives
Great pleasure to both great and small;
Where'er the human family lives
First see we good that comes to all.

_Philadelphia, Pa._ Arty Fishel.

No. 2. INVERTED PYRAMID.

_Across:_ 1. The first day of the year. 2. A poison. 3. Dutch gold.
4. Lit again. 5. Females. 6. A letter.

_Down:_ 1. A letter. 2. A prefix. 3. A pronoun. 4. To growl like a dog
(_Obs._) 5. Plants. 6. Enameled (_Obs._) 7. A root. 8. The tail of the
hare. 9. A she deer. 10. An article. 11. A letter.

_Bangor, Pa._ T. Hinker.

No. 3. NUMERICAL.

The Christmas season of great joy
Comes not to all without alloy.
For soon will follow, in its line,
The day our bills we 3, 2, 9.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 are they
Who view this time without dismay--
Who have no fear to 12, 10, 11, 4--
Dread I.O. U's, given long before.

Such trying times must us befall,
Still, a _complete_ we wish to all.
And hope you may pull safely through,
8, 1, 7, 6 your bills fall due.

_Philadelphia. Pa._ F. Lasher.

No. 4. STAR.

1. A letter. 2. Behold. 3. Skimmed (_Obs._) 4. To array. 5. The Pope's
triple crown. 6. Errors in printing. 7. Purest. 8. While. 9. A letter.

_Chicago, Ill._ U. Neke.

No. 5. TRANSMUTATION.

The clock strikes nine, within the school
The children take their seats:
Within the corner stands the fool,
Him oft the _primal_ beats.

The master sits his desk behind,
The lessons now commence:
"Of these verbs you will tell the kind,
Also the mood and tense."

The sentences he then dictates,
The pupils start the task,
But soon he spies two boys--two mates--
Who each other answers ask.

He calls the _lasts_ to come to him:
A flogging they expect.
And, naturally, their eyes grow dim.
And heads are not erect.

The master looks them in the eye.
"I see you guilty are."
And straightway he does make them cry.
And badly do they fare.

At last the punishment dost cease,
The arm descends no more,
But of advice a right long piece
He gives to them before

They are allowed to take their seats,
With faces red with shame.
Such is the punishment of cheats,
And they deserve the same.

_Philadelphia, Pa._ O. Range.

No. 6. HEXAGON.

1. An East Indian fruit obtained from a species of cypress. 2. Armor for
the arm. 3. The ends of an elliptical arch. 4. Narratives. 5. A variety
of zeolite of a flesh-red color. 6. Restored the original design of.
7. Moved. 8. English essayist (1671-1729). 9. An adder or serpent
(_Prov. Eng._)

_Litchfield, Ill._ Stocles.

No. 7. CHARADE.

We are standing in the doorway,
My dearest _prime_ and I;
The golden sun is sinking fast,
And we must say good-by.
Good-by! How can we speak the word
So full of bitter pain?
My laddie is going o'er the sea.
We may ne'er meet again.

God grant the _fine_ may carry him
Safe on his quest away,
And surely bring him home next year,
Till then I'll wait and pray.
Again by the door I'm standing,
With my love so near to me.
For my _prime_ was true, the _fine_ was strong,
And our _all_ will ne'er severed be.

_Cambridge, Mass._ Dil I. Gence.

No. 8. HALF SQUARE.

1. Representations (_Obs._) 2. Charcoal. 3. Long measures of one hundred
feet. 4. Excrescences growing on a horse's leg. 5. To swell. 6. A bird
of ill-omen (_Obs._) 7. A throng (_Obs._) 8. Measures of capacity for
liquids (_Roman Antiq._) 9. A title for a person in authority in the
East. 10. A Latin preposition. 11. A letter.

_Jersey City, N.J._ Itami.

No. 9. TRIPLE-LETTER ENIGMA.

In "promise wise;"
In "different size;"
In "endless ties."

A country, governed by an _all_,
Is nicely situated,
For it has some advantages
Which can't be overrated.

DOUBLE-LETTER ENIGMA.

In "knowing looks;"
In "reading books;"
In "solemn rooks;"
In "quiet nooks;"
In "line and hooks."

My _all_, you'll find, is quite a good book,
By a Scottish author. Now, then, look.

_Rochester, N.Y._ Oregon.

No. 10. INVERTED PYRAMID.

_Across_: 1. Restorations of lost parts of the body (_Surg. Sup._)
2. The quality of being warlike. 3. A fishing boat, built sharp at both
ends (_Obs._) 4. Diseases of timber. 5. The kidneys. 6. Gods (_Latin_).
7. A letter.

_Down_: 1. A letter. 2. An abbreviation. 3. To strike with a sharp blow.
4. Angers (_Poet._) 5. The aromatic principle of flowers. 6. Peeped
(_Obs._) 7. Small carts used in mines (_Supp._) 8. Italian singer
(1824 ----). 9. Blows the nose (_Low_). 10. Suppers. 11. An affix
signifying one who. 12. A prefix. 13. A letter.

_Brooklyn, N.Y._ Gemini.

No. 11. TRANSPOSITION.

Little Dick
Was very sick
From eating _primal_ hard;
He went above,
Where all is love.
And now _last_ his reward.

_Rochester, N.Y._ R.O. Chester.

No. 12. C.C. HEXAGON.

_Across_: 1. An abbreviation. 2. A dish of stewed meat. 3. A small
rodent mammal. 4. A kind of cold cream. 5. Polishes. 6. A softening
of statement (_Rhet._) 7. Nitrate of potassa. 8. A French article.
9. A letter.

_Down_: 1. Probable. 2. A scale of anything. 3. A fagot of brushwood.
4. Shining. 5. Water passages (_Prov. Eng._) 6. Durations. 7. One who
defrauds. 8. Boundaries. 9. Movements.

_Logan, Pa._ H.C. W.

-> Answers will appear in our next issue; solvers in six weeks.

SOLVERS.

Puzzles in "PUZZLEDOM" No. DLX were correctly solved by Goldey and Pen
Ledcil, Hello, Irish Foreman, Carl, Nucky and Eskaletta, Carrie Wilmer,
Little Rhody, Weesie, R.O. Chester, Lowell, Madeline, Charles Goodwin,
Thad R. French, Addle Shun, Ham, Stanna, Viscum, Rosalind, Fred L.
Comstock, Romulus, Jim Nast, Windsor Boy, Gemini, Night, Ed U. Kate,
Katie O'Neill, John Watson, Dorlo, Auburnian, Olive, Legs, Spider,
Theresa, Arty Fished, Joe-de-Joe, Flora Nightingale, M.E.T., Herbie C.,
Miranda, Alcaeus, Orlando, Mary Roland, Carrie Ketchum, Cypress, Andrew
F., Tan, Sir Joseph, Venio Vincere, Flare, Pantagrapher, Lucrezius
Borgers, May Le Hosmer and Magnolia, Jack O'Lantern and T. Hinker,
Sam Smart, Esq., Osceola and Martin Dale.

COMPLETE LIST.--Goldey and Pen Ledcil.

PALAVER.

Once more we wish to draw the attention of all Puzzlers who favor us
with their contributions to a very necessary caution in the selection of
the words which they use in the work. Some unscrupulous puzzlers see no
objection to using any word, since they are able to make successful
combinations. We are of a different mind, in this department. Puzzledom
in GOLDEN DAYS has a very varied constituency, which includes old and
young, boys and girls, men and women. We intend to keep it a bright,
progressive department--above all, clean and without reproach in any
particular. Therefore, puzzlers who are given to the use of words of
double meaning, or words whose reputation is shady in the slightest
respect, so to speak, will please bear this in mind and not in such a
way spoil an otherwise excellent piece of work which they may desire to
see in our columns.

THAD R. FRENCH.--Your puzzle comes under the above criticism. You are
new, however, and we hope you will receive the timely word of advice.
If so, you are very welcome to our ranks. Would like to hear again from
you.

NEW YEAR'S NICK-NACKS.

--A correspondent wants to know if "fits are hereditary." Any small
boy, compelled to wear out his father's old clothes, could tell him
they are not.

--There are many shoots in a park of artillery.

--"What are you doing?" demanded a furniture dealer of his clerk,
who upset an extension table.
"I'm only turning over a leaf, sir."

[Illustration: TWO KINDS OF HIDING.]

--City Dame (in the country): "Boy, can't you get me some cat-tails?"
Country Boy: "Yes'm. Long ones?"
City Dame: "Oh, long or short, whichever are the prettier!"
Boy: "Well, mum, I guess I'd better just bring you the cats, an' you
can cut the tails off to suit yourself."

A Mean Swindle. --Mistress: "Did you ask for milk bread?"
Domestic: "Yes, mum."
"What a miserable little loaf they gave you!"
"Yes, mum. It's my opinion, mum, that that baker is using condensed
milk."

--"What's the matter with you to-day, Tommy? You seem to be uneasy."
"I am," said the bad little boy. "Yesterday was pa's and ma's wooden
wedding, and all the neighbors sent 'em shingles."

--A square meal generally costs a round price.

--The pupil of the eye is incessantly lashed.

--Mrs. Pennifeather: "Goodness gracious! I wonder what in the world
has become of all my tarts?"
Mr. P.: "Where did you put them?"
Mrs. P.: "Right on the window-sill here."
Mr. P.: "That accounts for it. You have carelessly exposed them to
the son."

--It is his exalted position that makes the weather cock vane.

--Father (severely): "My son, this is a disgraceful condition of
affairs. This report says you are the last boy in a class of
twenty-two."
Henry: "It might have been worse, father."
Father: "I can't see how."
Henry: "There might have been more boys in the class."

--Sunday School Superintendent: "Who led the children of Israel into
Canaan? Will one of the smaller boys answer?"
No reply.
Superintendent (somewhat sternly): "Can no one tell? Little boy, on
that seat next to the aisle, who led the children of Israel into
Canaan?"
Little Boy (badly frightened): "It wasn't me. I--I jist moved yere
last week f'm Missoury."

--The concave mirror is not exactly a humorist, but it makes some
very amusing reflections.

--"Boy, I read in your eyes that you have told a lie."
"Papa, that is impossible. You cannot read without spectacles."

--Sauso: "Why did you yell 'Stop thief!' at the man who was running
toward the railroad station?"
Rodd: "I saw that he was going to take a car."

--A chilly salutation-- "Shake!"

--Weeks: "I'm afraid Brown is not very steady. I don't think he will
stick to his business."
Wentman: "Oh, yes he will. You forget he is working in a glue
factory."

--"Do you distrust fat men, captain?"
"Well, no," returned the old sea-dog, "not exactly; but I always
give them a wide berth."

--"Here, I bought this compass of you, t'other day, but it's no
good. It points north, east, south or west, just as it happens."
"Ah, but you don't understand. You see the needle points this way.
Now turn the compass around this way--see?--there you are. That's
north."
"Yes, but if I know where north is, what in time do I want a compass
for?"

--Sunday-school teacher: "And when the wicked children continued
mocking the good prophet, two she bears came out of the mountain and
ate up over forty of the wicked children. Now, boys, what lesson
does this teach us?"
Jimpsy Primrose: "I know."
Teacher: "Well, Jimpsy?"
Jimpsy Primrose: "It teaches us how many children a she bear can
hold."

--Cousin Nell (inculcating generosity): "Supposing your chicken
should lay a nice egg, Tommy; would you give it to me?"
Tommy: "No; I'd sell it to a dime museum. That chick's a rooster."

--A corn dodger--The careful dancer.

--"Had I better make a list of the prize cows and pigs?" asked the
secretary of an agricultural fair.
"Yes," replied the president. "Cattle hog them."

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OUR LETTER BOX.

TANITE.--The flag signals used by the U.S. Signal Service to designate
the state of the weather were fully explained in No. 11 of the volume
just ended. They do not vary in the different cities, the code holding
good for every portion of this country.

QUI VIVE.--Bowditch is the standard authority on navigation, and all the
theoretical knowledge necessary can be gained by a close and persistent
study of his work on that subject. The best way for a boy to learn it
practically is to enlist as a naval apprentice on one of the United
States training ships.

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