117-MRS. C. L. BRETZ, at CUMBERLAND, MD., .97 Jewett st. .......14 Washburn st. 130-MRS. M. E. INGALLS, at COVINGTON, KY., 132-MRS. W. B. CURLEY, at LOUISVILLE, KY. 134-MAPLE CITY, at HORNELLSVILLE, N. Y. 135-ROSWELL MILLER, at LA CROSSE, WIS. 136-MIZPAH, at EVANSVILLE, IND. History of the Burlington Strike, Containing over 500 pages, 34 illustrations, elegantly bound in cloth or morocco. Adopted by the Engineers' Convention as the only authentic record. Hundreds have bought them and are highly pleased, and we are receiving recommendations of the highest character from leading men in the labor world. Every laboring man should have one. AGENTS WANTED. Apply to C. H. SALMONS, SECRETARY, AURORA, ILL. VOL. XXVI. Drifting Away. TO R. ANNA B. JUNE, 1892. world's screen, but the cold Nothing to lose but a heart. Only two lives drifting More and more every day; Only one soul from another soul Only a man's heart striving Only a hand, tender and bland, Nothing of doubt or wrong, Nothing that either can cure; Nothing to shame, nothing to blame, Nothing to do but endure. The world cannot stand still, Tides ebb, and women change, Nothing here that is worth a tear, One love less-nothing strange. Drifting away from cach other, Steadily drifting apart No wrong to each that the world can reach, Nothing lost but a heart. FATE. L. L. D. -B. E. T. (Written for the JOURNAL.) N the rose-tinted infancy of a lovely morning in the month of goiden October, old Mr. Linton sat under the ivy-covered roof of his regal country home, enjoying his fragrant meerschaum. Idyl Wild was never more lovely than now; so joyously bedecked with bloom and dew, the songs of birds and mounds of golden-rod and ferns. A light footstep was heard in the hall, and Mr. Linton turned to his lovely daughter, Lillie, to kiss her good-bye for No. 6. a little trip to a friend and classmate, in a neighboring city, Miss Fay Haughton, of Melbourne. Lillie Linton was the only child and companion of her devoted father, the mother and wife having been borne to her celestial home in the baby days of her little daughter. "Good-bye, father, your birdie is on the wing again, but will fly home as straight as an arrow,' in a fortnight, and be all the happier." With a tender caress for the faded cheek, and a lingering touch of her loving hand, Lillie hastened to her carriage, where a span of stylish creams and Uncle Thomas stood impatiently waiting. Lillie had given a little too much time to her toilet this morning, but was seemingly unconscious of her loveliness, in the soft, gray traveling suit that harmonized so perfectly with the clearer, darker depths of her pure gray eyes, whose arched brows and drooping lashes were of the hue of midnight. The bright golden hair was held back with a number of old silver pins, that were alike those of the soft velvet toque. The clear, delicate complexion and easy grace of manner rendered her to all observers the wellbred girl that she was. Lillie reached the little home station, Tula, in time, but had a rapid whisking to do so. Uncle Thomas had to have thanks from Lillie, for, glancing at her watch, she really had six minutes to share the watch and wait of others for the south-bound passenger of the B., L. & M. R. R. The north and south-bound trains met at Tula. The north, coming first, was in waiting for the other, when Lillie noticed that she was scarcely a yard from the cab of an engine. One swift glance, and she was looking into a pair of clear, dark eyes and the handsome face of a knight of the throttle. A tip of his hat and a smile, which betrayed perfect teeth beneath the drooping of a soft brown mustache, and away sped |