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* IT 1 — , Speeial R#a 1. !■ writing to tkk ( nlmya fine your nun 1 Borin— lottart and tiana to bo pablhbed on wpiMto okooto, and Umi clearly Indicated by i req aired. t. Artielee for public writua in a clear, legible only < at cMt of (ha pagat unile, 4, All change* la adi each a« on Friadf. 80MMBOW OB OTHER WMO} The good wife beetled about Her Ihee sttll bright with Ae broken enate|ieo of happy Strengthened her heart and headi* while The good man rat in the chimney iWi, Hia little clay pipe within his lit jf And all he’d made and all be had 1 ’/ Beady and clear on hi* finger ti J “Good wife, rrejnat been thinkiffOit Nothing baa done very well thfejkr; Honey ie bound to be bard to g/, t Everything's bound to be veh a | Row the cattle are going to How we’re to keep the boye I* I» kind of a debt and credit m ' I can't make balance by my J She turned her around from | And she faced him with “Why, husband dear, one That the good, rich wheat And what if the wheat was or i «i a oi/yi wo^in king bread, langh; - ink >nly chaff, laff As long as we both are well/, strong; I’m not a woman to worry a 1 * Somehow or other we get —t-' A “ Into tome lives some r in I fall. Over all lands the storm w *beat, Bat when the rain and stern t o’er, 1'be after-sunshine is twici sweet. Through every trait we haijound a roan, Id evety gtief we have fot a song; We have had to !>ear, and )i(to wait, But somehow or other w«# along. “For thirty yean we have Stood by each other wha Sis boys have called us fat; And all of them living ai We owe no man a penny, We're both of ua loving, Good man, I w : ab you wou, An 1 think bow well we've each other, r l>ef. 11; aud n other,' o;ng wtlL r, ell and strong, ke along.” Ke filled his pipe'with a plesk langh; He kissed his wife with a tAr pride; He said, “I’ll do aa yon tell |ve, I'll just count up on the o. |i Side,” f She le't him then with ^iia h \honght, And lifted her work with |weet song- A song that followed me rar' 8 ' ktr, Somehow or other, we grCan<l> —. 1>U hiV\ 1 ' ■« olh.jl ' I THE OLD which the nest belonged, and replaced it When the hen had performed bet very necessary dost ablution, she re turned, craned out her neck, gathered her dnds about her as if dreading the mites, and with a low “So-so! clook- clook !” she stepped in softly, shook her self into proper setting shape, and settled herself, satisfied. Four days after every chick came out, good as new, except one. One egg did not hatch—it was as light as ’a cork, and Mercy aaid; “Always save that kind for nest-eggs. They will last through all weathers, and answer for a measure just as well as a good egg of one of the boughten kind.” " l¥hen the rats found their way into the cellar at the Flint Mill, Mercy took some fresh tar and ponred a little at the points of ingrearsntt egress, and that put a stop to their “oarryin’s dh,”_as she expressed it. • , , I learn so many things from her. Now, I did think that after a child’s stockings were worn out at the knees, there was no help only to use them for scouring- rngs, but that woman, my good, careful, kind, saving neighbor, knits a top on of another color of yam; and if the 'feet ars gone, too, she knits new feet, and wide-spreading branches of the old elm. “What a pretty country place this is!’’ laid she; “how I would like to live here .f I could have the choosing of pry own , neighbors. Ha, ha 1 I’d have dear Grace Greenwood live there in the shadow of those fine battemnt trees; Josophiiu Scott, the beauty-loving artist, shonlc live on that fine grassy knoll this side o', the dense, leafy wall of native oaks Clara Louise Kellogg, the sweet singer, should abide among the larks and tlirushes and orioles in a wee little cok tage between those trailing willows, and down there in that double bouse, with the fountain brook sparkling like silver. I’d hawe^ Fd have—let me see—who would I have live there ?” J “Down theie in the Flint Mill ?” said L “I’ll tell you. You’d have the same two blessed women that I have—Mercy and Linda Flint—one of one kind and one of t’other kind. Most delightful wi w men they are, too, though they don’t wriU stories or poems, not do they lecture oA give pablio readings or graud parties nor do they paint pictures, but they have missions ; they are glorious women.* —— 1 — "Well, but wasn’t it on* of them that they ace as nice aa a apick-span pair that told me that ghoulish way of curing my Cr JfILL.” ■n the 12: It was an old, unpaitnio ^^e sort of a frame house. 11 8to ^i ^ °, r slot mg hill,, from who®, side burnt out one of thetinest fountain. in Ambleside Township. A compact beech-tree doable, too, like the v above the rock from rill of pare water, the house the “! nicknamed that in ten, 155C2335 every Flint’s children lived thereto spell after they were first married. Folks said the old father pnt them through the “tongh- enmg process" before he let them go out into the world. ' ^ ’ There was Abijah and Amirlah, and Itorcas who married Sam Carmichal, and Peleg aud Austin, and Amaryllis and Amelioe Isabel, and lastly, at the time wo wnte this, there lives On-tbe Fhnt Mill, Sebastian and Malcolm. Baasy is ', stood just gushed the called aw 14 Wfts tin. J^eigh- dT lieaooh married to Mercy Howard, and Male to Linda Price, and two good women so different it would be hard to find. If I want to sit down and talk about l/ooks, Linda Flint is the woman I want to see; but if I am bothered about the yeast not coming, or the butter showing P* 0 . never a speck after an hour’s churning, or the grease and lye not mixing and turning into soap, or the spot on —rib* caipet, • ur the annoyance of the hen leaving fata and her eggs unhatched, I go to good, wive Mercy Flint and tell her how I am an noyed. She will smooth her fat red hands down over the well-ironed folds of h|r gingham apron and aay, “Well, youfa not the first one who’s had that bother r ■ . . ^ Indeed, I am glad that neighbors ara bet all alike. It wouldn’t be pleasant. The variety of tastes is what makes them useful and helpful - Foa instance, i ran over to Mercy’s one day last week with, "Don’t vou think I the hen on the Plymouth JWk eggs goes off three or four times s day and wajlowa in the ashes and sand, sod she behaves just as if she didn’t like t he business of hatching 1 Fm afraid id)e’s giddy and won’t settle down to mother hood) and its duties in a womanly way. What do you think, Mercy ?” She -’looked up at the eloek with a “Wall, the brown loaf will be done in ju/d halt an hour, and then I’ll iu. and give her a good basting if ahe i. serves it." When she came the hen was in th ashes and sand, kicking oat thk leg and then that, flipping heir wings one at a time with a basiling, wslUing wriggle that scratched the ashes all up among her feathers, wallowing aa with a sense of intense enjoyment, and making the dost settle greyly on her very comb “Acts as if she was troubled with mitee; let’s go look at the nest,” tvid my neighbor. The nest and egga were creeping with mitee ! I hell paid three dollaa for the setting, besides the ex- charges, and my fees visibly said the hearts me, little^ willing seal; “well manage, and you’ll have one of the finest broods in Ambleside—eee 1 you dent now.” She lifted toe eggs earsfolly into milk wane carried the nest out into 'the HfctfMtotok, emptied out the eon tente^ fnoffr it well, and poured some h e i atone oil Into the bottom of it and put seme er*wnd toe outside and adgqa, qptokiad * Uttla tobaoeointhaboz, end thou put to good, in*, soft strnsr, while I washed and wiped to* «§p earetally; the child never had on. She is soiriven- hre; so rich in resonroes, so ready to see r.er way out of narrow places. am am used with her wholi some good sense. One time Katie Beldon, she that was Kate Cameron before marriage, ’was spending a month with us. Her babe was not more than three or foar.months old, and was restless nights and threw up its milk, and took long crying spells, and none of ns knew what was the mat ter. • I knew Mercy,- down at the Mill, would have a dozen cures, and I was glad •he did not happen in while Roy was enjoying one of his periodical howls. But one morning she came in bustling with, * ‘What is the ail of that ebHd, do you suppose ! * 1 was out iu the berry- patch picking my yhnrsday berries for jam, and says I to M’liss, says I, ‘M'lisf Fm going to run oter and see what's wro'STSKs ^ » uk,ie ^ him; so there now, they 1 ' tie lam’, so they shan’t now;’’ andsL^' down, turned Ithe wrong side of luV apron, and laid him oh it and began nn fastening his clothes. When his back was bare, she rubbed down the spine, a finger on each side of the bone, two or th roe times, at which he flinched visibly. “Ltb_£"ubt c o. Miss Beldon*, your balo is liver-grown,” said she, puckering \it-. mouth. “All 1" said the young mother, “what does that meanT’ “Well, I don’t hardly know. I guess it means that the liver has grown fast to the backbone, and that it is too big for the size of the baby. It is easy cured, thongh; most all my babies had it. Some folks make fUn and don’t believe in it, but what one learns by experience they know to be a fact. Now, I will tell you what I would do right away for the dear little sufferin’ feHow, -bleis his sweet heart,” said she, in a cooing, motherly manner. Just hero I caught Kate’s eye, and this was what my glance telegraphed to She praised the cheese and had never eaten any like it, with the taste of com bined cream and butter and cheese. The honey was a poem; she said it was rhyme aud reason and beauty and inspiration, and brought her visions of fields of nod ding clover-blooms and meadows with sweet honeysuckle bells a-swing in the breeze and of brooks and hedge-rows, all out under the bine of quiet, summer skies in the beautiful country. Then I told her whose hands had made and brought the UDol, rich treat for our oozy tea, and the thick, clear, pearly honey in her best “chany dish”—the wedding-gift of old Salatbiel Stone, who had “nmted in the holy bonds of matri- money,” not only our neighbors, Sebas tian and Mercy, but her father and mother also, 'Diar Johnson and his con sort, Martha Ann Merrivale—and then, as I filled her eup the second time, I couldn’t help saying to the dear vision ary, who had never known much of the rough-and-tumble, practical side of real life: . “Katie, if you lived here, now you would let the .Flint Mill neighbors stsy on, wouldn’t you ?” She iSfrghed. aa she broke open an- BRAVE TOM THUMB. IMAJCKY DBEDM OP TUB I.ITTIJC MAN WHO D1SD THE OTI1KK DAY. brtby of a disease that never was and never will be!” and she caught hold of a sweeping bough and the hammock ceased its swaying, while she stared in n questioning way. ' “Just so,” said I, "but she is none the less a good neighbor for that. That is no fault The superstitious notions of her ancestors, who came from Salem, Mass., long ago, still linger in the blood. - IMakes a good while to get rid of these things. You know how it is. That brown mole on your neck dates bock more than one hundred and fifty years— your grandfather said so. And this red spot betwen my own eyes is hereditary —it is very old—it is mine by right We are made up out of the odds and ends and fragments of those of onr kin who have gone before, yee, you’ll have the same dear, kind neighbors in the mill— you’ll leave them there. They will as similate with the others you have chosen.” tr' ‘ And there we sat and chatted in the ** afternoon of that beautiful summer " , *ie yellow bees hummed in tho ' a ^' i . A ' nsturtium flowers that were aun ing n*. v j np rmm( j the pillurs trained up lift , awallow8 aklmpit)i] of the porch. , Tb^ red with buzCiu K ind darted and flutU ; mDeJ , of th f M wings house among the poplars. A pi . .,, n , part; drove by with gleeful voices, and vhlgar au. the horses tossed their manes as though proud of the pretty m aide is who essayed to learn how to drive. While I sat listen ing to the soothing sounds, lulled by tlic sweet breezes of the summer, I heard a gentle tapping of-fingers on the door of the pantry—just noise enough to attract other of my dainty biscuits and laid n translucent slice of tho rich honey in side of it. “I guess I’d let them stay. I had thought Litta, the wonderful, should oc cupy the mill; but, dear me, she’d never think of making cottage-cheese or shar ing honey—or—or-^-taking my ‘lam’ on her lap and prescribing for his ludicrous liver ! Not Litta, indeed. And Grace Greenwood would be writing for the pa pers and Mrs. Scott so busy making pictures that neither of them would stop to get up warm meals for them selves, even. Yes, yon have a dear, good neighbor, no doubt better than any of my favorite authors, artists, or singers would make,** and she took an other spoonful of the creamy cheese. We thought so, too. We would not exchange Mercy Flint as a neighbor for a woman who could claim wealth, fame, wisdom, intellect, or any of the gifts ■ that raise woman to the heights of exal tation. . Mercy could not write a line of jSoetry, yet she lives out whole poems. In the high places of native sympathy her soul Shari's the keen delights that poets love. The world bestows nc vain applause on such humble ones, but they lose not s jot by it. She knows nothing of the fo for high places. Her fam- and her friends She : il'bors 18 Feck’s Bad Bey. Haw tie Hieea OffTwe Bandars—A Jump lata the HeaaA After a Drawata* ChlM- Taai aa* theQaeaa. Tom Thumb was a breve little man. He had lots of presents in his pretty little boose in one of the prettiest of the New England towns, aud some of these presents were most valuable. There was a snuff-box from Prince Albert, the husband of Queen Victoria, presented to Tom Thumb when he was shown to the Court at Windsor, This he prised very highly, sa well as a nnmber of other elegant things which were given him by the nobility and gentry of Great Britain. On cue occasion the knowl edge that he kept these articles in his honse excited tbe undisguised envy of a part;., of burglars, who thought they would have an easy job with the small family. Tom was awakened’ at dead of night to the knowledge that burglars were in the lower rooms. Hia wife begged him to let them complete their work on the plfJL that his life was more valuable than all the gold and silver is the world. Bat the little man, who, though small in stature, had the cour age of a giant, went to his bureau drawer, took out two handsomely chased revolvers—one was a gift from th • Crown Prince of Prnssia—and crept down to the parlor, where he saw two men busy at work on a safe constructed iu the wall . “Stop that,” he said, quickly, “or liere’s a bullet for each of you. ” The men turned round in alarm, and almost laughed to see the diminutive figure that stood a few feet off. One of them threatened him. * ■'•If you make a step toward me, I fire,” said Tom and they saw a revolver iu each of his little hands. “You’re a plucky little fellow,” ex claimed the other burglar, “and, by , I’ll have nothing to do with this.” Then, addressing Tom: “If we go, will you keep quiet ?” -I——— _ “Leave my house,’’said Tom. At this moment Mrs. Stratton, who had coina down and saw the soene, screamed aloud. The two burglars thought no more abo»t-%-but made a rush ami scrambled ont of the window. In the (light one of them dropped a gold signet ring, which Tom was ever after proud to show as a memento of his encounter with burglars. He was never after mo lested. •AonT? a /Cry fofiu of ^ oe lie had the tiller and was skimming along the Sound with a party of friends. GENTLEMANLY happy, and the result is, she leads a life my attention. There stood good Mn»r- in arlittle world of enchantment, which fe n )hum»o* mar “She is superstitious; don’t laugh or make fun of my good neighbor— please don’t.* - , a-—: “Well, I would take everything off the child and lay him on my lap on a piece of a sheet or quilt, made by sonny person who has been dpad long enough tobaije gone back to dust.” “Yes," said Kate, attentively and po litely. “And then I would pnt some clean, sweet lard in the oldest tin-cup I co»dd find, and melt it on a shovel of coals out in the yard, with yonr face turned to tin- east, never saying a loud word to any one. Have the lard ready melted before you lay higi on your lap.” “Yes, madam,” said Kate, prettily. “Then begin aud grease his little back and loins with downward nibbing even time, his head turned to the east without fail Finish up with rubbing over the soles of his feet Then wind a veil or small shawl around yonr head the way wofheh wore them, turban fashion, in Bible days ; wrap him in the old sheet or quilt and carry him, feet ftrtt, to each of the four comers of the room. Go round the room seven times; then have the table stand in the middle of the room,' and around the leg in the direction of the east lift him, round and romid for seven times. Then grease him again, wrap him up, nurse him, and let him go to sleep, and he’ll never have tho liver grown any more. ” My good neighbor 1 how gladly would I have saved her from an expose of her whims and superstitions, bat Kate did not langh and I loved her for it. These queer notions made her none the less a good neighbor. I never laughed at her. When our good cider vinegar became iusipid and lost its acidity, she told me that I should have Jbeen better posted; that vinegar always died when there was a death among the connec tions, unless some one not tfllated to the family went and shook up the barrel and made it change its mind. And when I said our onions were ao strong, not sweet and good as usual, she remarked that it would teach me a lesson, that she had told me not to sow th* seed when the sign was in the lion ! One day while Kate was with us I sat • out on the perch rooking and mending 1 overalls, while ahe and her baby swung in ti* Iwiitoo* mar ty, wd* (bo Mercy, my neighbor, with a basket covered with a cloth as white as the foam Of iBilk; - ^ I tip-toed in, lest I should rouse the dozing mother and babe in the ham mock. I knew the tricks of my kind ;hbor. She was alwkys “at her tricks,” and how good they did come,' sometimes, when I was tired or had company or had been doing a big day’s work. “Yon see, miss/’sha said, “I-thought as you had company yen would be glad of something that would save yrork,” and her sun-browned face blushed with embarrassment, for, as she said often, she had “no flow of language.” She knew better than she could express; she was discerning, kind, thoughtful, and unselfish. And here in the pantry, she uncovered tho basket and took out a deep dish more than half full of the daintiest yellow cottage-cheese, with the thick, golden cream lying half an inch thick over its surface. I was so glad. Tho visitor from the city—Kate—had never tasted or seen such a luxury, I knew, and it was doubly welcome, com ing from the “ghoulish woman” who had prescribed for the baby’s ailment. In the other end of the wide market- bosket, covered np in her best “ohany dish”—pearl-white, with pale, wild roses intertwisted into the vine with ferns running around it—lay a block of fresh, new honey that would weigh no less than three pounds. Again U I' was so glad. Kate wonld be pleased, too. Iiv- deed, I wanted to see her high notions taken down a little. “Oh! don’t thank me. It’s all right ; you’d ’* done the same thing; why, it s a pleasure for me; law me 1 don’t say so !” said my neighbor, when I said I was gladder than I could express. “Now,” said she, “make aome of yonr nice puffy,, bakin’-powder biscuit, and shave some of that good beef that I see 1 you storing away awhile ago, and a pot of your good tea, *nd *et your table out’n the porch in the sh adder o’ the grape vines, and you’ll have a pictur’ that yonr friend will carry back to the city—one that she’ll often think over.” And I looked up into her gray eyes and thought of the new neighbors that Kate had, in imagination, settled about her, and of my suggestion that she re tained the Flints down at the Flint Mill w ir—. 1 acted on Mercy’s suggestion about biscuit aud beef and tea, and set th« table out ou the long porch at the vine} end, where the plant-stand land tw< hanging-baskets were, and I never say a woman made happie? Uu« to/ *«•» ' . j surrounds her like a charmed circle. Is it any wonder that we love, our neighbor at the old Flint Mill ?—iioseifo Jlice, in Arthur'a Home Magazine. Confederate Bonds. — A broker in Washington, who claims to know the secret of the Confederate movement in Europe, says ; “There* ^ ^ “th&,t at th* ports of Treasury agents ol the United-L** 10 * of U* Newhall House disaster in States, some time after the close of the Rebellion, showed that there were de posited in the Bank of England and in banks to France, Holland, and Belgium .an aggregate of 111,000,000belonging to the Opufederate Government, the pro ceeds of the sale of pot ton. This money was pledged to pay the interest hn tfo. be Confederate loan. The January interest of 1865 was paid, and money was set was apart to pay the coupons for July, when the Rebellion collapsed. The European syndicate of bankers is seeking to ob tain all the Confederate bonds for the purpose only of collecting the July, 1865 coupons, with the accumulated interest resulting from non payment. Tbe talk abont attempting to boycott the South ern States, or to collect the principal of the bonds, or any interest coupons after that month—July, 1865—is nonsense. Bat this syndicate has good legal advice that the money set apart for a specific purpose—namely, the payment of the July coupons—most be paid on the pre sentation of those coupons; and if you will inquire, you will observe that all the orders to brokers to purohase.the Con federate bonds specify that they must contain the July coupon, and must not be mutilated. A bond presented with out the July ooupon would not be pur chased. “That is all there is in the Confeder ate bonds story. The European syndi cate intend to secure, if they can, $11,- 000,000 in money to the credit of the Confederate States Government in Eu ropean banks, and to do this' in the only way that is possible. If the syndicate does not succeed, the European banks will ba $11,000,000 ahead, as there is no doubt that that amount of cash to the credit of tho Confederate States is de posited there.” Josxni Cook hopes the day will oomt when “we shall have only one postage stamp for the whole world.” And then a nice-fix we’d be in if some fellow should fold that one up in his veal pocket and perspiringly fuse it againat a small squire of tobacco and two or three news paper clippings. And that to just whqt would happen if the WOfld fet down tc Itotoi ily and her entertain nn angel unaware, content and proud of her simple life and iumple pleasures aud of|the name and meaning of wife and mother. She de- li L thts in little services, in making othenrj x-four year-old boy whcT was playfog about the deck fell into the water. The mother screamed. “Hold the tiller and bring her around,” shouted Tom, and in an in- ktant he was in the water swimming toward the drowning child, whom ho had soon reached and whom he held up in tbe water for fifteen minutes while the people on board bungling!; tried to get the thirty-foot boat around. “It was said of Tom TJiumb,’’ re marked an actor recently, “What makes you limp sot” said the grooeryman. to the bad boy. “Well, you tee, me and my eh urn pat up a job on pa to make him think tom- day was only Saturday. Yon see they didn’t go to meetin’ last Sunday because ma’a new bonnet hadn’t dome, and Mon day and Tuesday it rained, and the rest of the week was so muddy n one called, or they could not get anywhere, and on Tuesday my chum be got the paper off the steps and pnt Monday’s paper in its place. Then Wednesday we put Tues day’s paper on the steps and pa said that it seemed more than Tuesday, but ma she got the paper of the day before and looked at the date and said it seemed so to her but she guessed they had lost a day somehow, Thursday we got Wed nesday’s paper on the steps, and Friday Thursday’^neper, Saturday Friday's pa per, and ma said she guessed she would wash to-morrow, and pa said he believed he would hoe in the garden and get the weeds out so it would look better to folks when they went by Sunday to church. Well, Sanday mmnmg came, and with it Saturday’s daily paper, and pa barely glanced it over as he got on his overalls and went ont in his shirt sleeves a hoe ing in the front garden. And I and my cham helped ma carry water to wash. She said it seemed like the longest week she ever saw, bnt when we brought the water we got in the lilac bushes and waited. It wafttf long before folks be gan going to church and you’d a did*, laughing to see them all stop in front ol where ma was. washing and look at her, and then go on to where pa was hoeing weeds and stop and look at him, and then drive on. After about a dozen teams had i aa*ed I heard ma ask pa if ho knew who was dead, as there most be a funeral somewhere. Pa had just hoed into a bumblebee’s nest and said he did not know of any that was dead, but knew some that on.'jht to be, and maahe did not ask any foolish questions any more. About twenty teams had stopped. Deacon Smith said something about desecration and drove away. Deacon Brown asked pa if he did not think he was setting a bad example boy, bnt pa he said he thought it wonld be a good one if the boy could only be hired to do it Finally ma took the tab l>ehind the house where they could nof see her. About four o’clock thal after noon we saw a dozen of our congrega tion headed by the minister file into bur yard, and my chum and I knew U was time to fly, so we got on the baek steps where we could hear. Pa met them al ♦he door expecting some bed news, Slid wereseated, ma ahe came in the elder put on his specs indnti was a solemn occasion, and ma turned pale and wondered who it could be, and pasays ‘don’t keep usin sus pense—who is dead?’ and the elder said no one was dead, bnt they called aa a duty they owed the oanse to take action on them for working on Sunday. Ma the fainted away and they threw * pitcher of water down her back, and pa he guessed they MB. COKrPB CAPTOTM i WAD A letter from Mr. Alexander Corpi, capital July 17, detention among the In neighborhood of Ismidt, lowing narrative of hia mi “On the afternoon of 1 6th of July, 1 was givin some alteration* outside sw copied by my attk tactoij denly I was surrounded at nine individuals of suspi< anoe, I asked what object have in securing my pereca they stated that they wank remarked that I had none < released I would give a pet for a reasonable amount brigands, for aaeh they wi and finally they hurried me a spot eight hoars distant, ♦ was ordered by the chief < The brigands then formed decide upon the most suits takajne to for the purpose eating with my family, in tl ity. Ismidt was selected, every facility in this respeo “On Sunday, th* 7th, wi spot agreed upon, which to mountainous district aoaM from the town of Lnftidl then commenced for th* pi ing the amount of ransoa figure named was £59,000, after several days’ bargainit •anted to take £l,000i Kef found to dispa toll a mtM family with the news of toy and a request that they wi the last named sum in orda “ According to the explained in my letter thtoh of the ransom waa to be by not more than three i formalities being complied trusted servants of my foxni before hi*4 °f ^ Burney at length resell of wf captivity. Th* gold counted, and I was deetoed Tbe oaptain of tbe bend i the eaa)telBo4*ith me at jjgrhc guessed they were a pack of lunatics, but they all swore tt was Bun- day and they saw ms washing and pwout hoeing as they went to ohorch, and they had called to take action oothpin. Then there was a few minutes low conversa tion I could not catch, and then we heard p* kiek his chair over enj say It ance’Arrived, so that they both hadtof was more trtcks Of that darned Milwaukee, Tom Thumb fled with his jewelry, leaving his wife behind. This is not trim. She bod fainted, and when they were found toward the foot of the stairs he was carrying her as well as he could, And would not let go when assist- oarried out together. When he reached the street he fainted, too. But his pluck stood by him during the criti cal period, and he saved his jewelry, too.” ' Tom Thumb used to say that he, woad give up all the money he made.to be the size of any ordinary man, and this was particularly the case when he would come across some cowardly bully. At one time he was so annoyed r by insults levelled at himself and wife by inch people that he kept a “heeler” by him, who on the slightest provocation would “clean ont a crowd” in regular Sullivan style. The class soon found it out, and Tom had a quiet time of it He often spoke of his visit, to Eng land, and referred to the-Queen and Prince Albert ‘■‘The Prince of Wales,” he said, “waa just abont my size then, and seemed to take a vast interest in m*. But the Queen was very kind, and seemed to be almost as much delighted as her son, then only a child. The impression was so good that on two other occasions we were ordered to the palace.” Tom was too good a Republican to be overcome by the honors showered ou him by royalty. His demeanor was not precisely bold but confident in tbe ex treme. He was very young at the time. The Court of England was mostly made np of young people, Victoria's age be ing only abont twenty-fivei When he went baek the last time all that changed. He did not see the Queen at all, for she would indulge in no amuse ments, but the Prince of Wales, then just married, invited Tom Thumb and his wife to Marlborough House. Tom Thumb was well off, but not ac tually rich, when he died. At eoe time his fortune was quite bulge, but it dwindled down in various speculations and be was com celled to taka the road again. When he passed sway ha waa worth folly $00,000, however, which wm $ food dto4 to? *ooh o oaol! four liras for their trouble the ransom, had no reason t» < ment. A cook were told < I had many ohafe with j who were all (breaks, siderable forethought 1 thmrural population hope that my toad ms to i •he V ey, *** ms ary upon «. riltogatt pfajBMn* no four J» to 1 Ton need hftTfe v -- added; < wewQI^' a^tas Before separating then we knew it was time to adjourn, and I was just getting through the back fence as pa reached me with a barrel stave, and that istarhat/nakes me limp some.” * chief hinted be had an $1 tun in vfew, and that, if ■ would re(urn the whole el l Immediately that Mr, Ob of the hands of the 1 troop* were i effort to bring made to eqpta In Boston recently, sayi correspondent, I met a fooadsr of The Wife laflaeace. [From the Youth's Companion.] TVo gentlefffen at a Urge reception in New York, last winter, were discussing one ol the foremost politiciaus of the country—a man, who, whether in office or out, always keeps hiteaelf promi nent before the public. * “I knew him at college,” said one of gentlemen. “He was a man with arisar head, extraordinary memory, aud much personal magnetism. But I cannot un derstand why Iwtohoae a publio Hte, or has pushed himself forward so persist ently. Hew*? ataxy, thoughtful, vis ionary fellow,' absolutely destitute «f ambition.” ,/. v , _ “I can tell you the secret,” said the other. “You will find it in his wife’s nose. There she is I Did you ever eee a more perfect incarnation of energy end lore of command I Napoleon wonld hare ehoyn her for one of hia mar shals." His friend was amused et tbe guem, and said presently "There to another of my old classmates, P. Hewaeathin, ambitious, scholarly fellow, with refined taetae and high rims. He to now a fat, indolent animal, without a thought, ap parently, but his bognae and terrapin. Who is to blame for that V* „ ~ “His wife’s mouth and bar money. . I will show her to you.” He pointed out a gross, woman, richly dressed. “P*” he resumed,‘‘has tired in kOe- neas since hto marriage. He npe i strong enough to oany Uta weight ef much wealth and so mush vujgmi Thnar hffff hope hiffi *(• His father began the. expo with Uterrily nothing and w customers (hat he i personally, delivering of money rooms, the 1 and hie wile was unable at e go to ehurah or mak< bed not a bonnet or aj do bar husband credit, that he had a though he atoo had to fa** a: ’■ ew Mr^ Adams Mr. - the head of tba •ridtebe worth to four milHena 'hi .9^ He