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T -4. ;y>ol. vm. A Little ■br-LoTer of Mine. to-dmr onrtke street I met, New deeply bronzed and bearded frown. With a look in the eyes I can’t forget For ’twas a visage Ihave known: . Long years asro wne#my step was llee^ -■ Wien bflgbUy my youthful eyes oonM / shin* Whs eery man I cbanoed to meet Was > little boy lovyr of mine. '.4 Did be recall me whsgt wa passed Bo near upon tbeaWwded street? We both ogus werodblklng fast When ofr rapid glSBoef ohaneed to meet; But 1 snw nis eye-lids give, I tho’t, A swift and reoopnislng sign. And I said myself, “He has not forgot,— .This little boy-lover of mine." •V-, Has It med in all these years ,aging life? of bitter tears. Of Aaroest struggles, weary strife? OrJiiwc happy wife and children made "ng years seem so serene „ oldAlme Joys have begun to fade As If. alas, they d never been? I-what has happen Hpl^everdban bodhamasoni "Mfd That O little boy-lover of mine! Tbooed aye were happy though aoshoi I | _ HL But the glow of their memory still doth Utah Within my hoorts’ most tender thoughti nth in my hoorts’ most tender though! WJjpfi we reach the other shore, I’ll wait JJGtjril Tbfch neet I co dp recognizing, nib and greet at the Beautiful Gate Mttle boy-lover of mine. 1 boy —W lllismsport Breakfast Tsblss„ DIAMONDS IN THE GUTTER. A little girl sat op a doorstep, watch- 1 ing the rain-drops as they splashed ia little calme#, the sent out siNhe ser vants to look Mf the ring, but jiot a trace of it was tp be seen, although in ■aAgimotmm wv# * 4 Vs a of the badness of T the lie policeman averred thaPiy up, the puddles, stopping to count them in her mise^r, for she had nothing to do, nothing to think of, and nothing to hope for. Her clothqs were shabby, her arms were scarcely more than skin and bone and her largo wistful eyes seemed big enough to swallow up the rest of her face. Poverty was stamped on Mpry childish feature, and their beauty nad been driven away by that harsh fiend, p i4 „ starvation. I net’1 The door behtM her opened, and » TMori man with a red beard came out, nearly stumbled over her, and gave her a curse instead of an apology; then he went his way down the watsry pave ment, stepping into evwy puddle he came across, as if he were in too great a rage to see them. Lottie Smith watcho<J him, and said to herself: “My! how he’ll spoil his shoe- leather!” Then ho passed out of sight, and she • drew hef tattered shawl round her with a shiver, for the street seemed to have grown darker and‘colder than it was .before. Presently a window behind her • opened, and something flashed down .like a falling star on to tiie pavement In an instant l>otlie jumped up and •secured the prize, holding it up to the light of the lamp-post in her dirty fingers. it was a diamond ring. She had never seen such a thing in weather, one had passed by for the last hour. Not long after this,MisB DeagBley was engaged to act in some tabUam-vivanU at the house of a Mrs. Mackinsie. In one scene H&md Battiscombe had to kneel at her fs#t‘ as an ardent lover, with her loft hud pressed to his lips, whilsl’the turned away in apparent agitation. The agitation was not feigned, for when she felt her hand once more in bis, and saw by the ex- { tresaion of his face that he had neither orgiven nor forgotten, she trembled •0 violently'lhat sue nearly spoiled her Pbrt- * If fee ring bad only been in its place she fancied that he would have come back to her. A sickening feeling of despair crept eve? her, the lights seemed to be going out, and she fell forward into his arms. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself on the sofa in a Tittle boadoir, and he was kneeling by her side with a scent bottle in his hand. “Better?” ho said anxiously. , , “Yes,” with a sigh of pleasure, for If was joy to have him waiting on her once again. Then ho looked at her beautiful face with longing eyes, and whispered: “Darling, where is my ring?” She shook her head sadly, and he at once rose to his feet When she looked his place was filled by Sir Felix. if they bad been distant Nbqualntanees ud formal remarks on the weather were stopped by the Vising of the cur tain. The opera was nearly over, ud the coveted opportunity .was slipping away. If she let him go, perhaps they might never meet again. Suddenly she began to unbutton her long glove, ud she felt that Harold’s eyes were immediately fixed upon her. “Why are yon taking off your glove?” asked Mrs. Mackenzie in surprise; we are lost going." “I know—I know," said Marian hur riedly, as she tugged away at a refrac tory thumb. "Come along, or we shall lose the Marfon rose, fastening her cloak round her neck, and let the glove fall as if by accident Harold stooped to pick it up, and she stretched out her left hand to take it from him. His eyes traveled "from the radiant diamond to her agitated face. “May 1 come to-morrow? he whis pered. She gave him a nod and a smile, and quickly followed her friends, whilst he came after her and put her in the carriage, feeling as if he were in a dream. ONE OEFINKERTON’S FEATS The Accusing Blood than Vod a Mur derer to C01 “1 was just thinkl R. J. Linden, su[ erton’s Detective wonderful will power severanoo of Allen few. persons, unless mately associated with, lieve that uy pci such a patient penis! mounted obstacles men would appear mountains. Mtjor man with a big heart _ he knew how to do a ^ean thing. He was one of those honomhle, fair-mind-' ed men, who, while giving everybody their due, exacted the dame for himself. In matten of business he insisted oh getting evory penny Smt belonged to him, and jnce he made a promise it wag lived up to if it cost nim every f ienny he owned in the world. His ikes and dislikes were intense*. If he became your friend XO AMOUNT or OALUMNT on the part of your enemy could ictde- Gegfein of Ti nip- “of thh .tiring per- n. Very were Inu- woftld be- issess which sur- to ordinary impassable wag a dSn’t think An amusing Incident in thhurrrttten history hi Abraham Lincoln Is told by the Hon. Ward H. Lamon of this Oity. While the gentlemen were law-part- ners m Illinois, and before Lincoln ^0* thought of for President of the United States, they happened to visit an agri cultural fair in an Inland town oi Tennessee. \ Lincoln was in high spirits and seem ed bent on fhn. While casting about for such amusement ns the exposition afforded Lincoln discovered an attrac tion in the shape of a turneddown flour- barrel containiOg a badger. “Fifty dollars for a dog that will haul the badger out of the barrel,” ehouted’the rcd-faced man #ho owned the outfit. “Fiftv dollars 1 say, to the do? that can haul out the badger.” There "were a few takers of the bad ger man’s offer, but the luckless dog- owners who invested 25 cents in the experiment invariably lost in the spesa- lation, for the badger’s teeth were sharp, and every dog that entered its stronghold came out in a jiffy, while the ferocious animal inside hold the change his opinion; but if bo disliked fort and grinned all over, do it?” look- eyes at her ugt jewel flashing radiantly in the gas-light was a star falien from its place in the sky. "Poor ’ickle ’tar,” she said, wiping it with the corner of her shawl, “me can't take^ou back just yet, but me goin’ afore long, doctor says, and then me take ’ou will: me.” i < Holding it tight in her little bony fingers, she dragged her tired feet down one dirty street after another; but there was a new light in her eyes, as if a small hope had risen up in tfch darkness because of the star in her hand. Another gentleman came to the door- -eten on which she had been sitting, anf being admitted after a resounding 1 knock, made his way unannounced to the drawing-room. '"Sic Fenx ha$ been hero again, Marion,” he said angrily. “Don’t deny for he told mu so himself.” it. “I sha’n’t deny it,because itis true,” ; and Marion Dearsloy rose slowly from •.the sofa. “If you wish mo to say ‘Not at home* to every man but yourself, I •.must tell you that I can’t do it” “Do you ever do anything to please one?” in bitter resentment. “Yes, but I sha’n’t for the future, Dow that I know ” “You know what?” looking at hefln rarprise. “That the flowers I give you an passed on to someone elsa." “Whoever told am? that tells a gross falsehood!" and his dark eyes flashed fire. “He is quite as truthful, I fancy, aa Mr. Harold Battiscombe.” "Where’s my ring?" his eyes smd- denly falling on her left hand. “Ah, where?” her cheeks flushin “I auppose the next will be given Lftara Dickson?” “Time to talk about the next when I’ve found out about the first,” his brows drawing together. “Marion, tell mo tin truth. Have ; rou, or have yon not, girawthe ring toWhittaker?” “I am not in the habit of making presents to gentlemen.” “No evasions, if you please. You had the ling on your finger when Sir Dflix was hero?” “Certainly, and he had the good taste to say I liked you the best be cause you could wive masuch jolly dia monds.” ^ * - “And you can encourage such a snob that! I * , Winter passed into summer, and still Harold Battiscombe avoided Marion’s home os if its inmates had got the •iague. Tired of going to balls, when favorite partner was never there, Marion Dearsiey turned her thoughts to more serious things, and being ex ceedingly unhappy herself, for the first time in her life, began to think of those who had never known what happiness was. One lovely day in June, when the Park was crowded with fashionable throngs, and flowers in balcony and • square were striving to fill the misty air with their fragrance, Marion Dears iey knocked at the door of a miserable- looking house in a squalid street, and asked if it were true that a little girl, uamed Lottie Smith, was liviug there, and very ill “Walk in, mum.” said a haggard- looking woman with tired eyes; “she’s getting past everything but groaning and coughing, and that she do pretty nigh all the day.” A few minutes later, Marion was bending over a miserable pallet-bed, on which a shrunken form was lying, and feeding the thirsty lips with Spoon fuls of orangc-jeliy. The child s wistful eyes looked up into the pretty face, which had grown so pale and sad during the last few months, and whispered hoarsely: “Me rein’ to take 'ittle ’tar with mo.” “What docs she say?" looking round at the mother. “Bless her heart!” wiping her eyes with the corner of her apron; “she’s a a (lyin’, and she's glad to go; and she's got summat under her pillow which she always says she must take with her. A penny thing, 1 fancy, she must ha' got from one of the chiren. Show it to the lady, dear.” Lottie put her hand under the old sack of straw which did duty for a pillow, and brought forth her treasure with glistening eyes. “My ring!” exclaimed Marion.'drop- ping the spoon in her agitation. “Your ring, ma’am? My goodness, Lottie, think of you stealing the lady’s ring!” “She did not steal it, she found it in the road,” said Marion kindly, as she saw large tears rolling one after the other down the wasted cheeks. “My ’ickle ’tar!” with a plaintive moan. ‘f>he thought it was one of the stars, and she was goin* to tske it back.” “Oh. Lottie dear, the stars never come down to us; we may go to them, tmt they will never come to us," said Marion sadly. “This is nothing bat » bit of gold and a jewel, nothing to do with heaven. I dropped it out of the window one day, and 1 wanted so much to get it back. Will you let me have it, and I’ll send you something so nice instead.” “Yes; me thought it was a ’tar—no care now,” the dark eyes glistening through their tears—the tears of a lost illusion. Day after day Marion bronght sun shine and happiness to that miserable ho|Be. Mrs. Smith was supplied with con|ant needlework, and dainties of ery description found their way to e sick child. The falling star had roughtto blessing with it, and neglect ed health revived under tender care. Softly tinted roses came back to Lot tie’s cheeks, but Marion grew whiter as the summer advanced. It was againsf her pride to write to Harold Battiscombe, and tell him that the ring was found, but how would he ever fina “But why did you ever ing down with puzzled blushing fa£e. “Because Sir Felix told mo that you had given my roses to Laura Dickson!” “It was false! But the idea of being jealous of poor plain Laura!” “You were jealous of Sir Felix, in spite of his ugly red board.” “But I thought you liked him.” “And I thought you liked her.” “But you didn't?" "But you didn’t?” she echoed with smile. And the next moment his arm was around her waist, and their lips met Lottie Smith has learned by this time that falling stars don't come to the earth; but all the pleasure t>f her life she dates from the day when a dia mond flashed in the srutter. you, neither arguments nor entreaties could shake him an iota. “Major Pinkerton's perseverance and ingenuity were the secrets of his suc cess in all his undertakings. If he could not accomplish his purpose by one plan he immediately resorted to 1 another. His mind was wonderfully-! fertile iu expedients, and it was a rare thing for him to fail when he had once set his mind upon success. You can form some idea of his ready tact and capacity for planning iu the case of the jlored murderer your game Five Thou-and Tortoises. In the back yard of the house next door but one to my abode there are stored at the present time no less than nineteen casks full of tortoises. This ! morning complaint was made to mo of the smell they were making, and ac cordingly I examined the casks. One had been opened and I removed the j bead and looked inside. The c.jsk was simply full of tortoises thrown iu any how. One poor creature nS the top had its shell crushed in, which speaks vol umes about what they must have un dergone. And the smell—well, we are used to smells here in the East End, and do not mind them very much, but the smell of these poor creatures was , too much for even our practiced nos trils; many of the tortoises had evident ly died,some of them perhaps long ago. Now these casks were brought into the yard last Tuesday, and no attempt has been made even to sort out the living from the dead. From a rough calcula tion, I should say that there were at least 5,000 tortoises packed into the . nineteen casks. The owner does not reside upon the premises; but ho rents the bouse and lets it out to tenants, 1 and every year about this time uses the yard to store tortoises in. Thus he is himself free frgm the nuisance they cause. I have complained to the med- j ical officer, and the result will doubt less bo that the casks will be removed, and, as far as wo are concerned, the nuisanc'' will be at an end. The tor toises will undoubtedly be taken to an other yard, and then as they are want ed each cask will bo unpacked and the contents exposed for sale upon the cos termonger’s carts. The casks ought to be unpacked at once and the contents sorted, the dying dispatched without delay, and the living at least allowed some place where they can stretch their \*gi.—Letter to London Standard. colored murderer Johnson, of South Carolina, who killed an enemy under the most brutal circumstances. Major Pinkerton was pretty positive as to the man’s guilt, but it was impossible to obtain a complete chain of evidence. With the natural secrotiveness of his race. Johnson refused to fall into any of the man-traps laid for him and make a confession, wbfch was Pinker ton’s object. After weeks of patient but abortive work, a novel plan was hit upon. The murderer was surprised one morning when he Vent to take a plow into a field t& find iV spattered with blood. In the open field where ho was to work the murderer found LITTLE POOLS Ot BLOOD along the course he was to plow. When ho went back to the stable he was startled by seeing the bloody imprint of a human band on the stable door. Every hoe, or rake, or other farm im plement that the man picked up bad blood on it. When nightfall came the murderer was so paralyzed with fear that his teeth were chattering and he was afraid to go to bed. Ho believed that the spirit of his victim was haunt ing him. The detective and his assist ant nojed these symptopis, and were confident that the right plafNiad been struck at last. It had been after & fashion, and there was a horrible proof given the next day. Johnson was found in the barn with his throat cut from ear to ear. He had killed himself rather than endure the tortures of a guilty conscience. I need not explain that the blood marks which frightened the murderer’s guilty soul were the work of the detectives and not of spirits. “It was in that kind of -detective Mr. Lincoln hit upon a happy thought. Taking Ward to one side they found a lank countryman with a still lanker mastiff. "Want to make f50 with that dog?” asked Lincoln. “Course I do,” replied the hayseed. The dog was bartered for, and aa 1 Lincoln approached the badger man, elbowing his way through the crowd, he said: “I’ll invest a quarter in sir.” The badger operator looked at Lin coln's hungry dog and smiled as he took the silver quarter. Lincoln caught the dog and led it up to the barrel. Hastily grabbing the mastiff, he threw it into the opening ’tother end first. There was a pause only of a second, and then followed a lively scrape inside the barrel. “Hold on there” cried the “Fair play ” But ho was too late with his remon- stauee. Out sprang the badly frightened dog with the badger sticking to his hindquarters. The crowd parted, and away went the dog and badger into the inner field 01 the race-track. Th<4 badger stuck like a brother, teams ran away, women fainted, and the crowd roared. Lincoln fairly went into spasms of mirth, the fun was so enjoyable. Iho countryman owning the dog was paralyzed, as was the badger-owner, who set up a great howl and was mad enough to fight. “Produce your $50,” said Lincoln to the badger-keeper. “Foul play, foul play," cried the chagrined gamester, “and I’ll never Mow the Bonanza King Before Fortune Smiled on manager. 10* pav it^ Hero is where Lamon came In service- T don't dbeourage'him, dfiwing op her long neck. * “Then where is the ring?” ’ She feaghed uneasily and looked ard the window. / >*»-. “I Was desperatelj^ angry, because I had just heart! of the roses.” “There was nothing to hear,” he in- zterrupted hastily. “But I’d tell, all about it, only it would not you now." “Why not now?” in vague alarm. “Because if you give away my ring, T it is a sign that*you want to get rid of the giver," his face set and stern. “Good-bye, Marion; I’ll never bother tell, vou interest you again," taking up his hat “Walt an I—I threw it out are not and moment •of the window." A contemptuous smile carled his moustache. “A likely story; diamonds generally thrown in igKkrl” “If you won’t believe me, go,’ ahe pointed to the door, but directly it had closed behind him, she threw her self down on the sofa, and -burst into a passion of tears. “Oh, Harold, Harold, •corns back!" Bat the days passed on and Harold •ever cams back, and the pride which oeparsted each from the otter, seemed * raise ad Imps see Me barrier between IMP- A* soon as aim had giftwa a IP it out unless she did? Lsural)icli ickson came to call, and said that Mr. Battiscombe was one of the iftfe nicest fellows she had ever seen. “Now fancy what he did last winter. I met hirik with some lovely roses in his hand, and without thinking, I said how I wished I had some like them to wear that night, as I was in slight mourning and could not wear a color. I gnesi where they came from, for he said he could not give them away—not that I should have taken them, my dear. But i ust after dinner 1 received a lovely tunch from Covent Garden. Now wasn’t that nice of him?" “Very nice,” murmured Marion, feeling that her heart would break, for it was on account of the story Sir Felix had told her about those roses that she had flung her ring out of the window in a sudden passion. Oh, what a fool she had been! Sir Felix came the next day and made her an offer, which she declined with thanks, and the baronet went away in the worst of tempers. That evening Mr. end Mrs. Macken- tie took Marion to the opera. By her side there was a stall which remained empty till the end of the first act, when a gentleman made his way to it, and sat down withoot looking ronnd. Her heart stood still, lor ooe gbaoe eat oi the ooner of her eye told her that 1$ was Harold. They exohaaged bows as * able. Catching the badger’s friend by the neck, be cried: “Give up the $50 or I’ll wallopyop." Lamon's herculean proportions were I tod argumentary to be trifled with, and the money was handed to Mr. Lincoln, who in turn gave it to the countryman. The dog was well paid for, and the badger business closed up for want of a badger.—Denver Tribune. Just Like John. work that Major Pinkerton excelled. He could change his tactics so that the ^ woman clad in deep mourning man or men ho was seeking would bo went through the menagerie yester- led into a trap- when they really day, stopping to admire each of tha thought they were getting out of one. animals in turn, and every now and There are scores and scores of such in- then applying her handkerchief assidu- stances, but they have all been pub- , qpsly to her eyes, says eyes. lished from time to time as they oc- Free Tress. vY hen she came to curred, and I do not suppose would ! camel, it was evident that she It - -- -- ou - -■ the had Temptfd by Sharper*. “It is a great wonder to me that the number of defalcations by treasurers of corporations is not larger than it is," observed a treasurer of one of the coun ties of Maryland to a Baltimore Ameri can Veportcr, while speaking of the recent failures. "Why?” “Because they have so many tempta tions. When 1 first took hold of the treasurerzhip of our county I was liter ally beseiged with letters, circulars, and confidential communications from New York banking firms of doubtful notori ety. They came in every mail. They were marked ‘private,’ ‘personal,’ and all that sort of thing. They proved to me—on paper, of course— how I could easily double all investments. They showed that by putting my money up 5T I was absolutely certain to win, and t batik was an impossibility for me to lose. These communications were full of the most plausible methods. The plans were captivating. The results they worked out were astoundingly big d there was an air of frankness am about them which would ordinarily dis- •rilyi of 1 abuse the unsophisticated mind oi any Inspioion of crookedness. For nearly two years these things kept coming to my office, but as I did not bite at the hook they gradually fell off and now I S t very few of them. But I do know is to be the case—whenever a new man is pat in a place where ho has other people’s money to handle, these sharpers m the big cities get after him with their. circulars, and when they once get hold of him they don't let go until they have made him a thief or a bankrupt, or both. That is why I am surprised that the number of defalca tions is not larger." A whittling Yankee has cut, with jack-knife, from a single pine block, large, self-like group of figures repi sen ting a span of horses attached to carriage, in which are two men. It the most wonderful pieoe of carving •yer seen in New Haven, and is true to life. He has been at work far moQfks on it Even the spokes of the wheels are perfect, and the wheels re- wRve on their axles freely. The her- ness le ttPftpleU in every detail, and can be%Mved on the boraet Several months more will be req feet the group in minor d Mewed by many people dally. interest you. It was one of Major Pinkerton's rules to conceal nothing from the public of public interest, after the work was done, and it was another inflexible rule to tell the public nothing before the job was finished or while u was in progress. From this ho never departed, and his sons, William and Robert, who aro their father’s success ors, will adhere to it as rigidly as the founder of the agency did.’’—PAsfodel- phia Tress. English Girls and Women. In all physical exercise, writes a cor respondent, the English lass is not to be su^iassed. I noticed two young girls walking in the park last week. One was perhaps 19, the other 12. At least they looked these ages, although 1 find that an English girl’s ago is not to be ascertained from her appearance. I don't attempt to explain the matter, but certain it is that when girls here look 12 and 19 they aro more apt to be 15 and 23. When they are 25 and 30 they look 30 and 35, while with singu lar compensation matrons of 50 and 60 often look as young as their grown daughters. In one respect the English mother is more sensible than her American cousin. She keeps her girls in the nursery limits, as It were, as long as possible. This is as it should be. The years speed away fast enough without forcing the girls into woman hood too soon. In Amerio^them ire too few gennine little glrli.* They are little old women, with hagjMfi little dissipated doll faces, with tight stays and abbreviated skirts. An English girl remains one^nntil Iomp MM* the tu ime that her s: the Atlantic come to stay. She sat down on one of the posts that held the rope and began to catechise the attendant. “This is the camel, ain’t it?" “Yes’m—and the finest specimen in this menagerie or in any menagerie in the country.” “Do tell! How that reminds me of John? John was always at the head of the heap. Now, do tell me some of the peculiarities of the camel—won’t you?’’ “Yes, ma’am. He has a long neck." "Just like John! He had the longest neck yon ever saw on a man. Gracious! I wish you could have seen the stand ing collars he used to wear. Come, now, tell me something More.” “The camel, has the largest natural hump of any animal in existence.” “Just like John! Yon never saw a man that could bumn^imseli as John could, when had a mind to.” ‘<The camel is also a great traveler. ” “Just like John! I never could keep him at home nights.” “He is called the ship of the desert” “Just like John! He could get more pie aboard than any other man in Vermont" Just then the lion began to roar, and the woman started on the dead trot to see how much meat they could eat at one meal “Say!" cried the attendant of toe c .meL ‘there’s one thing I hain’t told you about this animal—the most important of alL" “What’s that?’’ cried the woman, turning ronnd iaJier tracks. "Hs osn go for weeks without drink ing a drop of wiMhr." "Just like John!" oxolaimed tbs female. "Yon never sag. a In the first months of 1860 times were h on the Comstock. The winter of '859-60 was terribly severe, as all old settlers well remember. Supplies could not be brought over the m6nntains from California, and before spring many on the Comstock went hungry to bed about three nights in the week. That winter a jolly crowd made their headquarters in a cabin that stood on the hillside above the Ophlr office, near the Cali fornia shaft. The cabin was a sort of cave. In entering it one wont down two steps. The roof was composed of a layer of brush, a stratum of dirt, aid over this a canvas cover to hold it all in place. The cabin contained four bunks, two on the South and two on the north side. John Madfey had the bunk on the north side, and Alexander. Kennedy slept fn the upper oue. Pat S. Corbett—at present United States Marshal Corbett—and Jack O’Brien occupied the south bunks. At that time Mackey, Kempdy and others were running the old Udfatt Tun nel, and were working every day. AS TIMES GREW ROUGH and grub scarce, the number of lodgers in the cabin increased. Jack McCaffery was taken in on the understanding that he was to furnish wood for the house hold, and Johnnie Walker in considera tion of his doing all the cooking. The newcomers brought their blankets and slept ou the floor. Virginia City was then a town of brush shanties and can vas tents, and it was good to find shelter anywhere. Lumber being $800 per 1,000 feet, palaces were not to be expected. As the winter wore away provisions of all kinds became scarce, and famine prices ruled for a time early in the spring. For a few days a square meal “down town” cost $2. Those of the boys in the cabin who started in with a little money had either got to the end of their string in keeping up their part of the expenses or had gambled off to coin. Jack McCaffery, who was to furnish wood, began to inako night raids on the wood piles of tho neighbors in order to keep up his part of the cabin supplies, and, the weather being cold, he was sometimes prowling about half the night, though THE omiR WOOD PILE was his chief dependence. One stormy night Jack was gone so long that his cabin mates grew uneasy about him. Johnny Walker, tho cook, said Jack had whispered in his ear as he left that ho was going to tho Ophir wood- pile. Ascarcn party was sent oat, and to their inquiring whispers they finally got a faint reply. Following up thb sound, they presently came upon poor Jack. Blinded by tho driving snow, he and a big stick from tho Opuir had tumbled together into a prospect shift With tho stick of wood on end and standing on top of it Jack’s extended hand still failed to reach the top of tho shaft by about two feet He was hauled out bruised and nearly frozen. Next morning there was no wood with which to cook breakfast t but as there was not much to cook, a board or two from tho bunks furnished sufficient fuel. Finally, hunger got into tho oabln, and not a man except Mackey had a cent of money. An attempt to starve tho more shiftless into “HUSTLING FOR GRUS” had proved a failure; they could do nothing, and, lying back on their blankets, gave up, liko some of those of whom we read among the explorers in arctic regions. Tho cook bad an e&sy time of it and, as Sanoho Pansa says, tho bellies of all began to think their throats were cut By this time some provisions were beginning to be •acked in, but prices were fearfully nigh. Mackey had just $30 left—it waa all the money he had in tho world. ^ “Here, Fat,”*said he to Corbett, hand- bapa, Ing him a 20 and a 10 in -gold, “ go out and see if yon can find a sack of lour.” A man had packed in from Placer- ville that day, and Pat found him near whore the Bank of California now stands. It was all plaza then—all open countrv and sagebush along the present line of C street. Tho packer had just one fifty-pound sack of fionr left The price was $26. Pat handed tho Placer- ▼illian the gold, got back $4 in tttver, and, shouldering his flour climbed the hill to the cabin. Mackey took the |4, and giving it to the cook, sent him in search of bacon, tea, and sugar. When the flapjacks began to brown, and the savor of tho bacon pervaded the cabin, the spirits of both the regular inmates and transient boarders went up to the fair weather notch, and it seemed that there was nothing more in the world to bo desired.—Virginia City Enter prise. imm to have afire ffW Aa anxious inqUrw is the beet plaee for tag?" In the salt water, “No," said Brown to a sigh, “I haven’t got five, bat I should like for a change.’’ A country Pi born at 1 o’clock a. remarked to o Mead, who gratnlatlng him, that it woo male he had ever received. Choosing a wife is very ordering a anal Is a Parle when yon don’t understand Frentt. * You may not get what jrc you will get something. T Who wae the meet ttoned fe the Old hut limited |HH the world was in Uqv Yes,” said Fenderaqfo vnnottt * quite an ear far music, quite an oar, sure enough," said FOgg, “but I wasn’t sure it waa for ■nOln I didn’t know 1 but it was intended for a windmill” A Vermont man has a hen M years old. The other day a hawk stole ft, but ifler an hour oame back with a broken bill and three clswamoa, not down the hen and took rawer boot in plaee of it Girls, when yon merry, be sore In wed a big. strong; healthy man. While in ninjjwaaea ottof tea he wwS bring up thfffcal, hefNeau in handy iu the Foil to ait on a Bible filled wttt Autumn leaves to press “What do you think eff tache?” asked a v<mng odff~of girl “Oh. It remteKse of era frontier city,” wm tha “In what respect pray?" * the survey is largo nuiw^h ba$ the settlers are itragglu^.” A clergyman in an gpiVfiMig Western town does mueh of Me parochial visiting by of tfia telephone. But he is concerned to see that many of his parishioners goto church by telephone—at least they do not go in bodily form. Is that young with two girls on his country? He is. Is Common? He is; bat looking for an loe-crea they find one? They young man will go * A dressmaker shirring be put upon Dot’s new drees. Dot, “what is my child, a ing." "Oh, shirring in my'ear last, Winter.’; Custottsr—"That Ini' bought hero—er—er—do your boef in Georgia?" Hal Georgia? Whata.u^ou laJi-cg Customer—“Nothing; only t: other day that cows in that quently are to be 100 years old." It is rumored that Sarah Bernhardt has threatened to commit soioida. She might secure a great deal of free ad vertising by resorting to saeh a scheme, but really we don’t see how It would benefit her “first appesraaee" in tho next world.—Norristown BorokL a < -v* Will will, or that that a is a shirring?" “Well, shinring Is-hH-aMfiS yee, mamma; 1 had a •la » The white-elephant erase appears to bo dying—not dyeing—oat. An eat- change says that out of thirty-six air* cases now on the road, thirty-two ad vertise white elephants. It is suspect ed that the managers of the other few Shows have joined the church, sad are trying to lead better llvee.—J “ Nsraid woman in New York by attempting to talk Jhu sono daring a ‘^yifrr Mr . ia a little h^Sw ” at ahe ought to hafa young wox seen Killed ngh a telephone storfit It seems say that ahe ought known better, bat it is the m foolishaqfs to tty to talk lightning* Even a woman it six tiiimfully. “Vat? 4, Yon have nevei France, Meoss! Zen ’ow are rived at so veil speaking aa •Oh, well. Monsieur! at know, the girl who sat next to a dinner need to eat my fat, sad I to do her French exercise# tor hsc| so I got lots of practice!" Telemachns, don’t let me laughing at a woman again she can't sharpen a peastf. N want something ta that line to do yon just contemplate a m out a paper pattern with scissors by tha united r^ht-hand, lower Jaw ■ "dh been Ip ~ J** Plantation Philosophy. pusson what slang, doan’ Watered Their Stock. In Peoria, Ills., was a stock oombnny capital of of threo brothers, having a eapii $20,000. The dividends were so' large and the opportunity for increasing the business so fair that one of the brouiers went to a lawyer and explained: “Fritz and Jacob qnd mo talk it all over, and we conclude to put some wa ter to our stock. Shust how we sfipnld do him we dunno." “How much do yon want to increase your stock?" vVhell, abondt liO.OOp^ »rses> Several iquififi to per* details. U h “Well, wo’U got somfiSAore certifi cates printedhmd I’ll see to the water ing. Just leave it all to me.". And as Urn partners remarked to each other about three weeks later: “How vaah it dot lawyer put all dot vator in his own pocked und calls for soma dividends on as?’’—Walt Street About 4,000 comets have been •too# the records began. entttod mX" But the lions, began to rfihr so* loud rsfi tost to the attendant that her voice w of the camel; and he forgot all about the little incident, until later in tMUday, When he eaw a female in black in front of the monkeys’ cage, and heard her explain, by way of comment or some remark of the keeper “Just like John!" Sam Kalleton, a member of the Arkansas Legislature, was very fond of offering amen^ents to bills intro duced. That was the limit of his Leg islative capacity. One morning after a night’s hilarity, he entered the legis lative hall just as the chaplain if as ask ing divine aid. The old man took n chew of tobacco, and listened atten tively until the chaplain closed his peti tion Irith an effective recitation of the Lord’s prayer. “Mr. the old man, arisin ■trike oat the words •daily breafi* and insert ‘as much bread aa may be found nooocsiry for twenty days’ We have already done eaoogh for tha flood Speaker," said log, “I move to ‘dally breafi* u De but slang, slang. doan’ talk nothin’ think nothin’ bat Folks sometimes growl ’bout de very sonree o’ dar fortune. De farmer often complatof q’ de heat Sudden pleasui Dar ain’t ao apj' we accident’ly / is alius de keenef . sweet as de one ’»in de grass All de eddication in de worl* won’t make some men wise. All de co’n in dO’brib won’t fatten do stump-sackin’ boss dog fits got more senofijlen de thnft, fnp, ef a dog hab got er big- Erd spen jrer pieoe o’ mtttden he ken eat, ’stead ’o’ thro win it eftray, he burie- u - to’ dat arter erwhlte, he will •rg to- fnr de come be had, tick his tongas—N«rttnpfe» "Yea," he said, **we were and noticed a yacht flying signals of disti came up with her we found fearful etifis" “What trouble?” ffked his friend: "wae 1 ‘Worse thantSat—aU 1 sinking?", 1 liquor had Well, that w given The pure < orange, strawberry, and Wlmt er glorjons thing ffils i laborto dat de Sabi or didn’t es er rich man, ’ca’se ef chemist timSAojtoep ni trdHUfVie orange, stni Iona fruits from water fountain. And the! who has the real thfife cans# he can’ftfiMl ital a This is how nfmroL There is a story Md ol Lord Hard- castle meeting P00R on tho fittin phr at Brighton. Ho stopped hi* mi said: “Lode here; coat of yon, and see bow badly -> ook took a bit of ah ~ raisfonU pocket, and Lordship’a cost att Ota on da salvation road wool 1 much now dat er po* man couldn’t tech one wid er ten foot pols Blees yer, da woulda’ let him hang errouh* de depot ter see de train start -Arhoao- TravcUcr. A golden fish, purchased years ago by a lady of Maryland, died reeentiy. that the old flab had /Take Lord, and he jrfll alterations." A German proclivities restaurant where Oaear stable. vielota, stock Mi haled their “I passed oat She fleeted ibr a aeakeof to wf MftlBi th§ 1 captivity. SOI A .' •’' 1 ,y ■ • ■M • 1