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Parting Lovers.
Winding upward rose a slender vine tree,
ft Winding upward round the fort of Buda. j
i^T Ah. no vine tree was it winding upward.
But a loving maiden round her lover!
Early had the twain begun their loving.
Loving ever since their days of childhood, I
Now they had to say farewell forever. ]
To the maiden thus mc einpnu^ mm c?. i
"Three broad rivers, maiden, run before
* thee:
Sigh, the third a garden green is growing;
In the garden blooms a tree of roses:
From that rose tree pluck a rose, O maiden,
| Lay it near thy heart, within thy bosom;
P Faster than the rose leaves lade within it,
fc' _ ^ Faster fades my heart for thee, beloved.;"
To the stripling thus the maiden answered:
Iggjggy Three high mountains, youth, arise before j
From the third there fiows a quiet fountain;
Nigh the fountain lies a block of marble;
On the marble -tands a silver chalice;
Jn the silver c-ualice lies a snowflake. |
Bear away the snowflake from the beaker.
Lay it near thj- heart, upon thy bosom;
Faster than the iiake of snow dissolveth.
Faster melts my "ncart for thee, beloved!"
?The Academy.
AN ODD MISTAKE.
Mr. Grey was a man who had committed
a great blunder. He had retired!
And now time hung heavily on
' his hands, and he knew not what to do
with himself. So. for lack of better
occupation, he took to calling on a
certain plump widow of his acquaintance,
who had a remarkably pretty
daughter.
Bessie Peploe was a younger edition
of her mother. They had the same
black eyes, rosy cheeks, and wavy hair,
and. truth eompels us to add, the same
quick temper.
"I'll never marry old Gray," Bessie
* told Mrs. Peploe, defiantly, after the
manner of the young lady who refused
a man before he "axed7 her,'1 for Mr.
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urey flao. not yet pruposeu, iumuu^u
every evening he presented himself at
. the widow's dwelling, and sat by the
A fireside, in the most'comfortable chair
w in the room.
l "We shall see," returned the elder
r lady, and her bright eyes Hashed, for
she had set her mind upon the marriage,
and already regarded Bessie as
the mistress of Mr. Grey's comfortable
house, in the High street of the comfortable
little town in which they resided.
k "Yes; we shall see," muttered Bessie,
and putting on her hat, slipped out
to have a walk"with her admirer, Jack
Wilkins, to whom she confided her
trouble.
Jack was poor, and for that reason
had refrained from offerin?; his hand to
pretty Bessie; but when she told him
that old Grey was alter Jaer, tie coma
no longer disguise his feelings, and before
they parted the girl he loved had
consented to be his wife.
'What will mother say?" thought
Bessie, with a si^h, as they parted at
the gate of Mrs. 'Peploe's little cottage.
"That horrid man will be there."
That horrid man was there, in an
armchair, opposite Mrs. Peploe.
He smiled at Bessie as she entered;
but Bessie frowned at him in return,
and his face fell. That evening the
girl was absolutely sullen; she spoke in
monosyllables, and ill-temper deprived
her pretty face of half its beaut}*.
"I am afraid her mind is set against
it," Mr. Gray toid himself with a sigh,
"and we might all be so happy, if she
could only look at the matter in a proper
light; bet 1 suppose it's natural."
And he redoubled his efforts to be
agreeable?poor little man! for he had
i an affectionate heart, and his big house
was dull and lonely.
Bat Bessie's face never relaxed its
set expression.
She hated the man, and meant to let
him sec it, in defiance of her mother's
angry glances. What business had a
man old enough to be her father to
come courting her?
"You have behaved disgracefully,"
her mother said, when Mr. Grey had
taken his departure. "It is so wicked
to trifle with the love of :;ny man."
"I have never trifled with his love,"
retorted her daughter; "he must Know
that I-hale i;im. 1 have never attempted
to disguise it?now, have I, rrother?"
"You are a fool," said her mother,
bluntly. "Mr. Grey is the best chance
you have ever had, or ever will have,
and I insist on your saying yes when
he asks you to be his wife.
"Mother," cried Bessie, impulsively,
throwing her arms around her mother's
waist, hiding her face in her bosom.
"Mother, I have already' said yes to
somebody else?somebody I love very
dearly."
"What!" gasped Mrs. Peploe, freeing
herself from her daughter s embrace.
"What!"
"It is true enonerh." said Bessie, in a
faltering voice. ''Jack has asked me
to marry Mm, ami I have said yes."
4?~ "Without consulting me!" exclaimed
her mother, angrily, looking at her
with a stern, reproachful face.
"I love him," returned Bessie. "He
is the only man in the world that I
' could ever care for." "Stuff
and nons'ense!" cried Mrs.
Peploc. "Even if I liked the youug
man?which I don't?your marrying
would be out of the question. He can't
afif>rd to keep you."
"I am not afraid of poverty," said
Bessie, bravely, "besides we are not
groing to marrv in haste. We can
O . S.
wait
"Poor fool!" and Mrs. Peploc's lips
"v curled. "I know what this waiting
, means for the woman. She goes on
+w,c-fTnrr orvr} Vi/VIicnrinor in liic nrnmicrx;
?iUl?UU^ VkiiM, k/V?4V f
and then when her beauty has faded,
he turns round and marries soifteone
else. That's how it ends."
"Even then," said Bessie, "the woman
is better off than if she had tied
herself to somebody she could not
love."
"Oh, yes, you are mad?quite mud,"
returned Mrs. Peploe; "but, thank
goodness, you have a mother who
won't allow you to make an idiot of
yourself. You will marry Mr. Gray,
and forget all about that misguided
young man who ought to be ashamed
r of himself."
"What for?" asked Bessie, with resen
t men t.
"For proposing to a girl whom he
Vine r>r\ niMnc #vf IrA/vninor in comfort."
returned Mrs. Peploe; "a strait-waistcoat
is what he wants. You are a pair
of lunatics; but, fortunately, I've some
sense left, and I won't stand by and
see my daughter ruined for life."
And she flounced off to bed without
S'ving Bessie the usual good-night's
ss. Poor girl, she missed it sorely,
and sobbed nerself to sleep; but she
meant to be true to Jack all the same.
Not even her mother's anger would induce
her to give him up and marry old
Grey.
She treated the object of her dislike
with the greatest coldness on his next
visit, and succeeded in making him
look thoroughly miserable. But he
brightened considerably when Mrs.
Peploe, to atone for her daughter's
rudeness, sought to engage him in conversation.
Indeed the grateful little
man ventured to give the elder ladv's
hand a gentle squeeze when he rose "to
? take his departure; and, to his surprise
and ioy, it was warmly returned.
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[ "Xow, if Miss Peploe would only get
j over her objection, how happy" and
comfortable we should all be," he
thought,as he trudged home."Hulloa,"
coming suddenly face to face with a
handsome young fellow in a rather
shabby ulster.
"How are you. Jack Watkins?"
"Oh! I am all right, thank you,"
VI UiilfUVUiUVUV) AXV vv\?*v? ??? ? ?suspense
no longer.
When he arrived at the widow's cottage
that evening Bessie was not at
home. She had gone out to tea with
some friends, Mrs. Peploe said, but
failed to add that she l;ad wilfully absented
herself because the sight of Mr.
Grey was distasteful to her.
"I'm glad she is not at home, dear
Mrs. Peploe," said Mr. Grey, looking
very red and nervous. "I am glad she
is not at home, because it gives me an
opportunity of saying something that
is very near my heart."
He edged a little nearer to the widow
as he spoke, and she smiled at him
in an encouraging way.
She was a handsome woman, and
her smile revealed the whitest teeth in
the world.
"Pray go on, Mr. Grey," she said.
"I am all attention."
Mr. Grey coughed, and looked excessively
uncomfortable.
He Wished that the widow would
avert her bright eyes from his face; her
steady gaze confused him, and he
scarcely knew what he was going to
say.
He hardly liked to risk popping the
question, for a refusal would mean
banishment from the cheerful fireside
where he had spent so many pleasant
hours.
But the widow was waiting for him
to speak, and he could not back out
now; he had gone too far.
Poor little man! His heart was beating
like a sledge-hammer.
^iow still the room was. He started
as the ashes dropped upon the hearth.
This awful silence must be broken, or
what wcuid the widow thins ot mm."
He must say something.
"You must have known my object in
coming here so often," he blurted out
at last.
"Well, I think I have guessed it,"
returned Mrs. Feploe, continuing the
stitches in the stocking she was knitting.
"I thought you would," observed
Mr. Grey, considerably embarrassed
by her reply, but relieved at the same
time, for it saved him from the ordeal
of a long explanation. "Well, since
you have guessed my secret, can you
give me hope?"
The widow was silent for a few moments,
and Mr. Grey gazed at her in
the deepest anxiety,"his heart throbbing
with mingled joy and fear.
The house in "the High-street would
seem more lonely than ever, if he returned
to it a disappointed man.
"I will be frank with you," she said
presently. "As far as I am concerned,
tliorn ic nn nnccihic tr? tVin
marriage: but Bessie is so young and
foolish that "
"Ah! yes! I thought she would
object," said Mr. Grey, rubbing his
face with a red silk pocket-hanakerchief.
"But don't you think you could
bring her round? I'd be so kind to
her, that I'm sure she'd get over her
dislike of the idea. Now, couldn't
you induce her to be more reasonable?"
"I have tried my best," said the
widow, with a deep sigh. "But the
girl is wild and headstrong. I seem
to have lost all influence over her."
"Then, after all, there is no hope for
me," said Mr. Grey, looking terribly
crestfallen. "1 thought we would be
such a happy family?we four."
"We four!" repeated- Mrs. Peploe,
staring at him as-if she thought he had
taken leave of his senses.
"Yes!?we four! Why not?" asked
Mr. Grey. "Ikuow Jack Watkins is
very fond of Bessie, and I fancied we
should all be happy together, if I could
onlv induce you to say 4yes.' "
"JLJLUJU It IS UUt JDUSSItJ VU11 \v iiiil?
said the vidow, dropping stitches in
her stocking, and blushing like a girlr
as the truth Hashed through her mind.
"Bessie!" exclaimed Mr. Grey,laughing
heartily. "What would I want
with a child like that? Didn't you
know," here he grew suddenly grave,
"that it was you I wanted, Janet?"
"We all thought it was Bessie,"
stammered Mrs. Peploe. "Oh! what a
fool I have been!"
"Don't say that," returned Mr.
Gray, in a sad tone of voice. "It is I
who' have been a fool to think yon could
ever care for me."
The widow made no reply to this,
but gave him a glance that spoke volumes.
In another moment his arm
was around her waist, and he had stolen
a kiss.
j "And you think that Bessie won't
! object?" he said, anxiously.
"I am sure she won't," returned
Mrs. Peploe, with a twinge of conscience,
as she thought of the way she
had received Bessie's confession of love
for Jack Watkins.
:'I don't know so much about that,"
said a merry voice from the doorway,
and Mr. Grey hastily drew his arm
from the widow's waist as Bessie entered
the room. ItUU i *i
The kiss had opened the young lady's
eyes as to the real state of affairs, and
she knew in a moment that her mother
had been the real object of Mr. Grey's
oflrorRiit- ti-VIT- Vior? cVio nnf eppn
it before? She was angry with herself
for being such an idiot.
What in the world would Jack say?
Would he be pleased to find that Mr.
Grey was an imaginary rival?
Bessie pulled aside the blind and
looked out to see Jack, who had escorted
her home, standing on the opposite
pavement with his eyes fixed on
the cottage. Mr. Grey followed her,
and, after peering over her shoulder,
vanished from the room, while at the
same moment her mother called her
away from the window.
"Bessie," said Mrs. Peploe, between
laughing and crying, "forgive me for
all the hard things I said to you."
"I will, indeed," returned Bessie,
heartily, as she kissed her mother;
"but what fools we have been! We
must have been as blind as bats not to
see that it was you that he wanted all
the time."
"Who would dream that he would
have looked at me when you were
near," returned Mrs. Peploe, stroking
her daughter's rosy cheek.
"Oh! mother," began Bessie, but
paused abruptly, as the door opened,
and Mr. Grey entered accompanied by
Jack Watkins.
Tho fnnr TnoVfid af, e.mh ohher in si
said Jack, sulkily, and strode on witbI
out another word, while little Mr,
| Grev stood gaxing after him with a
look of comprehension on his face.
I "I suppose she has been telling him
all about it," he said to himself with a
sigh. "It's natural, I suppose, but it's
selfish, too. Yes! It is a little bit selfish
of them.'" And, shaking his head,
the old gentleman knocked at the door
of his house in the High-street?that
large, gloomy house that had never
seemed homelike since the death of
that sister who had been his right
hand.
When we think we are going to
make people happy, it is hard to find
that we are regarded as an enemy, and
Mr. Grey retired to rest in rather dismal
spirits.
He arose the next morning with the
determination of putting an end to his
suspense by offering himself and his
home in the High-street to the object
/vf Kio ntfontimont- hrt nnilliT hADT thn
lence for a few moments, and then,
tickled by the absurdity of tbe situation,
Jack went into convulsions of
laughter. His mirth was contagious,
and all laughed heartily, although Bessie
tried to look indignant
"All's well that ends well," observed
Mr. Grey, rubbing his hands, and then
he bent forward and audaciously kissed
Mrs. Peploe right before the eyes of the
young people.
It was not long before a double wedding
was celebrated, Mr. Grey having
lent Jack the money to start in business
for himself, and from that day to
this the couple in the big house and the
couple in the cottage?a wedding present
from Mr. Grey?have never regretted
their choice.
Andrew Jackson's Home.
The proposition which has been
made, and which is now before the
legislature, to tender the Hermitage
farm, a first-class tract of some 500
acres, the property of the state of
Tennessee, to the United States government,
for the purpose of having built
thereon a home for the soldiers of the
war of 1812, the Floridian war, the
Mexican war, and all wars prior to the
late Confederate war, is now before the
Tennessee legislature.
The other day a legislative committee
went out to the Hermitage to "spy
out" the property, and their arrival
and their presence quite completely
broke up the quiet colored people located
on "old marster's farm."
They came to town to see Gov. Bate
about it They had heard that the
farm was to be sold, and its occupants
turned out to shift elsewhere. The
speaker of the delegation was Uncle
t A TAnl.e?An nrtw ruorj rjr? nnA I
.TklUCU l/av^aova, JiV?i W? jv ?**.? -v ?f - ?y
of Gen. Jackson's old-time servants.
He was in great trouble. He said to
the governor:
"Gin'l Bates, Idone heard dat you're
! gwine to turn all us old Jackson nigj
gers out, and I come here for to find
I out about it"
"Pshaw, Alfred! Somebody has
been fooling you," said Gov. Bate.
"Don't trouble yourself;, go home and.
resfc.con tented. You can live at the
7Termitage a long time yet, and I jvili
ee that you are not disturbed.";
The old darky took the governor's
assurance 'with such good grace, and
seemed so well satisfied with the turn
lot-on fho H'nrlfl voiirvrt'or
LJLUil^O JLLiiVU. bUUVU) vuv " V" vw 4V^V..V?
ventured to pump him as to Gen.
: Jackson's peculiarities.
"Uncle Alfred," said the reporter,
"wasn't the general pretty high-tempered!"
"Well, young marster, dat depins on
de circumstances. He wouldn't allow
no man for to cry him down. He
were jokey and full of fun, but whenever
he said 'By the eternals God!' den
everybody knowed just what he said."
"Dis here statue out dar,"said Uncle
Alfred, pointing to the bronze general
rampant, "dis here statue looks like
him a"bout the head and face, but do
one at New Orleans is de best I was
dar at home when Mr. Healey and Col.
Earle painted de portraits of de general."
"And you remember their visits?"
"Ob course I dose. I ain't lived
wid any odder white people. I were
born at de Hermitage in 1803, and I
were 12 years old when old marster
left JNasnviiie lor to ngnc ae Datxie 01
der New Orleans. I remember when
old marster died in 18-15, for I wer
standin' right dar longside of his bed.
H.8 wer de greatest man what ever
lived; everybody said so, and all of his
black people believed it."?Nashville
World.
Drunken Poetry.
It was itt the dark days of the war,
and Governor Curtin, who had been
called to Washington to confer with
president Lincoln on the disheartening
r.ews from the front, arrived at the national
capital frill of foreboding for the
future of the Union. Early in the day
he met Colonel Forney in the drawingroom,
and they sat down by the window
to discuss the gloomy situation.
While they sat there the inner door
opened and Thomas Buchanan Read,
the brilliant but erratic poet painter,
pushed his way in and staggering
across the lioor, threw himself into a
chair by the table- Without a glance
at the earnest mea by the window, he
dropped his head on the table and fell
into a heavy sleep. Quietly the great
war governor and the great journalist
talked on the terrible losses in the
South, the sickness, the disaster and
death among the boys in blue, the
heartrending scenes in the North
when the news of battle filled every
home with dread, and the dying hope
of ultimate success in the suppression
of the fratricidal war of rebellion. Suddenly,
as if by inspiration from heaven,
the sleeping poet raised his head from
the table, and with a gaze that seemed
to penetrate to the far-away field of the
Southron, said in a voice that quivered
with emotion r
Oh, that some bird from the sunny South
Might build its nest in the cannon's mouth.
And stop its terrible roar!
Then, like a weight, he fell back into
the chair?his head feil forward on his
hands, and the poet was again asleep?
insensible. ?Pittsburg Telegraph.
The Origin of Roller Skates.
In view of the fact that roller skating
has played such havoc with theater
patronage, it will be interesting to
the stage profession to know that it
was out of the demand for stage effects
that roller skating was -invented. A
Mr. Kobbe writes to the French press
to say:
"I am told by Herr Hock, the stage
manager of the Metropolitan Opera
House, that all who enjoy roller skating
are indebted for their sport to the
famous composer, Meyerbeer. When
his opera, 'The Prophet,' was produced
in Paris it was almost decided at one
time to cut out the skating scene in
the third act, as the manager saw no
I way of converting the stage into- a
! sheet of ice. In this crisis an ingenI
ious stasre hand came forward and sug
I gested that ordinary skates might be
i placed on wheels. The Grand Opera
| House at Paris, therefore, was the
I first roller-skating rink the world has
| known."
The length of the wire used in the
construction of the submarine cable,
now in operation, is computed to be
ten times the distance from the earth
to the moon. The total length of the
cables now used is 68,000 miles, each
i cable containing an average of forty
| strands of wire, and making over
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SOMERRY'S SUCCESSI
never lag behind in my pursuit of
the nimble and exclusive dollar but I
think of Silas Somerby, and straightway
push on refreshed. In the hope
that it may encourage some fellowtoiler,
I will briefly set down the story
of his great success.
He began his business life in the employ
of his father, in whose establishment
he still remains, universally
looked up to and honored by all whose
position in the house is inferior to his
urn "!f xxr?c oT-rantrpr? in the be<rin
ning chat he was to live at home, and
that he was to receive a salary of $10 a
week, half of which w as to be deducted
in payment of his board. His father
designed thus not only to give his only
son a good start, but to inculcate at the
very outset sound principles of economy,
and to accustom his offspring to
the now almost obsolete practice of laying
aside a certain fixed percentage of i
his income to meet living expenses.
The son repaid the fatherfs kindness
with earnest effort, and at the end of
six months he was one day summoned
into his progenitors's private office,
and thus addressed:
"Silas. I have observed with great
pleasure your diligent attention !?o
business, and have decided to raise
your salary in practical recognition of
your increased value. After to-day vou
will draw $15 a week, instead of 0,
as heretofore. And by the way," the '
father added, as Silas turned to go, "as
your living will now be, naturally, tipon
an increased scale of expenditure
more in keeping with your augmented
income, I shall hereafter deduct $10 a
week, instead of $5, for your board-1'
Filled-with a gratitude too deep for
expression, Silas left the paternal
presence resolved to deserve hi3 kindness
or perish. He redoubled his effort,
and in six short months more he again
stood one day, by particular request,
before his father, who said, with a
broad smile of satisfaction draped
about his benevolent countenance:
4'My boy, you are exceeding my
fondest anticipations. Such endeavor
as yours shall not go unrewarded. I
have decided to raise your salary for
the second time. Twenty-live dollars
is the figure of the future, and may
os\a vilnv?e ttaii "
UUU i/iVOO J VVi.
Here the old man paused; and in a
voice trembling with genuine emotion
Silas stammered forth his thanks. As
he leaving the room his father
added, without raising his head from
some papers over which he was busied:
"Oh, Silas, one more thing. I was
about to add that this change in your
circumstances will make a great difference
in your mode of life. You will eat
more, drink more, in fact, lead a
broader and fuller life in every respect
I shall, therefore, charge you $20 a
week for board after this date. Good
morning."
In the next six months Silas surpassed
himself, and boomed things to
a perfectly phenomenal extent. He
was not, consequently, wholly taken
by surprise when he found on his desk
one morning a note in his father's
familiar hand. Hastily tearing open
the envelope with hands trembling
with pleasurable anticipation, he reaa
as follows:
My Dear Son?I can not express to you1;
my deep satisfaction in your wond&ldJ"?
progress, nor shall I try. Words are cheap,
Out cash is, in such cases, the most accomplished
conversationalist. Continue
vour efforts at double your present salary.
Inclosed please find ck. tor this week.
Your affectionate Fatheb.
The inclosure bore in the lower righthand
corner the flowing signature of
the senior Somerby, and in the upper
left the sjinbol $, followed by the figure
5. In an ecstasy of gratitude Silas
pressed the letter to his lips. As he
did so he observed the legend "Turn
over" obscurely placed in the lower
corner, and following instructions he
read as follows: .
P. S.?Your pecuniary circumstances are
now such that you will no longer feel the
need of economizing, a variety or mua
extravagances, hitherto made inaccessible
by limitations of income, are now within
your grasp. You will feel like branching
out in many dire tions. Men in your circumstances
smoke l>cent cigars, -and drink
wine?upon occasions. Their board sometimes
costs them as high as S45 a week.
Yours will cost you precisely that amount.
Stimulated by these practical proofs
of parental pride, Silas fairly humped
himself, so to speak, during the next
year, and, despite the distracting influence
of a large income, attended
more strictly to business. One day toward
the end of the year he received a
summons from his father, whom he
found standing before the fire in his
private office. Judge of his surprise
when the good old man, laying his
hand affectionately upon his son's
shoulder, said:
"Silas, my boy, you have been doing
nobly. I have long intended .to more
substantially reward your eflorts than
by mere words of praise, and I have
decided to let that reward come in the
? ? ?? * ? ? ' T dTTTOVfl
lorm Ui I~lkl5C Ul 5>ill&Lj, x am an<uv
that a salary of $100 a week will place
you in society to which your poor old
father can hardly aspire. It will be
your proud privilege to give suppers to
the ballet and to assist in booming the
hack and liquor interests of this great
metropolis. L, alas! on account of deficiencies
of early training and education,
and lack of funds, can not tread
these flowery paths with you; but the
father is content to live again in the
son, and to enjoy hi* triumphs in a
back seat I can scarcely hope," he
continued, his voice trembling slightly,
and a big tear running down nis cheek,
"tn Vcp-n vnn at home with us anv Ion
ger. Your new life will be at variance
with our simple ways. You will, no
doubt, feel like going to one of the
principal hotels, and, perhaps, pay as
much as $95 a week for board. We
can not compete at home with the
crockeryware and silver they will give
you there to eat, nor with the maniiold
discomforts of the place; but, my boy,
we can give you good, wholesome food,
plainly served, and a hearty welcome,
at the same price, and, by heavens, we
will!V
And they did. And Somerby still
has a place at their fireside, despite his
altered circumstances. Happy in their
son's success, the old folks never murmur,
but put up with his late hoxirs
and altered way of life with a selfnafmnrtQ
io rorp 1T1 HPPf?. ?
uciting W? ~ ?
Puck.
Lord Wolseley has the sight of but
one eye. When he was doing duty in
the trenches before Sebastopol, a shell
exploded in a gabion full of gravel, in
moving which he and two sappers
were engaged. The sappers were
both killed outright; Wolseley got so
severe a peppering with the gravel
that he was literally stuck full of stones
from head to foot. There was not a square
inch of his face that had not a gravel
pellet embedded in it; part of his shinhnnp.
was carried awav. and his eve
sight was in so great danger that for
weeks he was kept in the gloom of &
cave near Balaclava, and so missed being
present at the fall of SebastopoL
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The walls of several of the British !
war ships are constructed of paper. '
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^Gimme a Lub Powdah!"
An aged and dilapidated looking
negro shuffled into a down-town drug
store the other day, says the Detroit
Journal, leaned nervously against the
soda-water fountain, and ejaculated in
trembling tones the one word:
"Boss!15
"What can 1 do for you?" inquired
the druggist, politely.
| The dilapidated negro glanced hur|
riedlt' about the store.
\ "Jffoss, I wants a li-^ents wuth oD lub
powdahs!"
"Love oowders! What'n blazes d'vou
want with love powders?"
'Colonel, I wants dem powdahs fo'
my ole 'ooraan. She's done gone back
on mo an1 I wants tcr make her lub me
again. Dat's so, Colonel?true's yo'
lib."-:.:
"Can't put up any love powders for
less'fedifty cents,"'replied the druggist
The dilapidated negro hesitated.
Slowly5 his hand descended into his
trousejs pocket and slowly it returned.
Between the .fingers was a bright halfdollag^The
negro gazed upon the coin
wistfully. "Gness
it'll hab ter go," he signed.
Then'he threw the coin upon the counter.
^The druggist picked it up.
<?ank yo\ boss! t:irk yo', sah!"
said the negro, as he shuttled off with
the little package the druggist had given
him.
"What was in that powder?" asked
a spectator.
"Magnesia and white sugar. Won't
hurt the old woman," replied the clerk,
carelessly.
"Have 'em often?"
"I;should say so. Quite astonishing.
Coming all the time. Most of thera are
ignorant, but some look quite intelligent.-and
well off in Ilia world. All of
them are ugly, and most past the heyday
of youth. Some, like this fellow,
wanti to regain vanished marital affection.'I
usually say 'I don't keep them.'
Saves the trouble of explaining. I
thought just now that 50 cents would
frighten that old bum, but it didn't
Superstition's strong, you know, and
tbis's a mighty old one. Nearly as old
as ghosts, I reckon. In those old times
it wasn't white sucrar or magnesia thev
usedi Oh, no! T^hose old alchemists
used' to have strong, powerful, and
dangerous potions. They called them
'philters,' which means, 'I love.' Of
course they didn't excite love. Sometimes
they cause death, sometimes insanity,
but the superstition has stayed
right with us. I recollect one day a
nicely dressed, intelligent-looking wo- ;
man, who might have been a prosperous
farmer's wife, dropped into my '
store and asked my assistant for a love
powder. The clerk laughed at her and
said there was no such thing. Then
she asked for me and was snown into
the office. 'Mr. Dash,' said she, 'my
husband seems to have lost all consid- i
eration lor me. Me stays away irom 1
home and drinks fearfully. He loved
me once, and now I want you to give
me something that will win back his regard.'
Of course, I told her I could do 1
nothing, but she insisted. . 'I know
there are such things,' she said. 'They
may be expensive, but I must have
one.' Well, I retired and put up some .
Jfchirmless powders. ~ These I gave her
"frith directions to administer one each
day in the husband's tea. 'Jfou must
be very kind,' I cautioned her. 'Make
the house as pleasant as possible, and,
above all things, never say a cross !
word. One cross word would spoil ev- I
crything.' She offered me money, but :
X told her to wait till the medicine acted.
About a month afterward my assistant
came into the office.
"Your love woman's outside. Wants 1
to see you,' he laughed. ;
"Well, sir. 's soon as I set eyes on
that woman's face I knew the husband. .
had come out all rtehtaud such proved
to be the case. Whether it was the '
white sugar or the wife's kindness that
did it I needn't say. I suppose it's
those occasional chances that keep the
superstition alive. Chances will hap- ;
pen, you know."
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The Mecca of a 3Iother.
It may be only a Barlow knife with
a rusty blade and a broken point, or it
may be a peg top half split down in
the middle, or only half a dozen battered
spools on a knotted strin But
there it lies, whatever it is, stowed
Carefully away in the far-off' corner of
the bureau drawer, under a yellow pile >
of little linen and stockings, patched
and darned at lreel and at knee. But
all the gems of Golconda cannot buy
them; no, nor the gold of all the wide ]
world size their prcciousness. For they
ara the holv of the holies. It is not oft- | <
en that she goes to that drawer, not
often she looks upon the treasures
there. But once in a while, sometimes,
the time when a knock come to the
heart, that comes to mothers' hearts
alone, like the famished and thirsty
she goes to the nest of her jewels. ]
Slowly, with soft hands, the little ;
linens are laid aside, and slowly, with ]
trembling hands, the knife, the top, or
I the string of dingy spools are drawn
j forth. Ah, how gently they are pressed
to the heart and lips! What words
! are they saying, what sad, sweet songs
j are they singing? Kissed and cried on, (
| and cried on and kissed. Then yearn- '
I ingly, reluctantly, clingingly back they 1
go to their nest in the far-off corner, j
t and the yellowing little linens are put '
I back one by one. ah aione, jeaious i
that mortal eyes should see her wor- s
ship at the shrine, the drawer is closed,
and she who knelt before it comes to 1
earth once more.?Pittsburg Chronicle, j
One Tbing He Can't Understand. (
t
"One thing I can't understand," said
a young husband to-day, "is how quick \
a woman can forget some things. A ]
year ago, when 1 was courting my wife,
I had only to say music, and she was j
ready to knock a spavined old piano 1
her father owned clear off its legs; but ]
now that she has a $600 article I
bought her with a contribution taken 1
i up among the Blaine boys last fall, I ;
can't get her to play even the simplest
tune. She's 'so out of practice, and ;
can't remember a note.' She remem- !
i bers all the fool things I used to say to
! her, and throws them at me pat enough i
[ when I don't happen to agree with her
j views of life, but when it comes to re- ;
memberin? the accomplishments that j
brought out the compliments, she can't i
be depended on. What a pity it is that :
young people can't go on courting al- i
ways, resting satisfied with the assur- ;
ance that their respective parents were .
married."?Milwaukee Journal.
A serious epidemic of whooping
cough has run through the islands of
the Fiji group. The malady has carried
off all* the very young native
children, and left a decrease in the
population of 3,000. A few years ago
30,000 persons in Fiji died from an
epidemic of measles. Since then the
(wivernmAnt hitvfi done much to i
JjV I
instruct the people in the laws of !
health.
Female Plumbers.
A book has recently been published in
which it is said that the author advocates
the right and duty of admitting
women to the plumbing as well as the
medical profession. It is proper that
women should study medicine in order
to be able to take care of their own
health and that of others of their sex it
is equally proper that women should
study plumbing in order to protect the
health of members of their own household.
Doubtless this idea will meet
witn iavor among progressive women,
and before long we shall have female
students of plumbing as well as female
students of medicine.
There is no insuperable physical obstacle
in the way of the practice of
plumbing by women. A woman could
call at the house where pipes are frozen,
and inform the household of her
acquiescence in the theory that frost
will freeze water pipes almost as well
as a man could accomplish the same
feat. She could send an assistant female
plumber to the shop for tools; she
could go home to dinner as soon as the
tools arrived, and later in the day she
could tear up the floor in the bathrroom,
and break the plastering in a
businesslike way. The matter of
"wiping a joint," or of soldering a faucet
is not beyond the physical ability of
woman, although, of course, she would
burn her fingers and set the house on
fire with greater ease than a man. She
could not take longer to do a job than
does the male plumber, and in all probability
she would be less densely ignorant
of all the laws of hygienic plumbing
btill, a woman could not be a successful
plumber, for the reason that no
person possessed of less than $1,000,000
could afford to employ her. Woman
has far more imagination than
man, and in making out a plumber's
bill she would give free run to her imagination.
Already the bills of plumbers
represent the highest flights of the
masculine imagination, but they would
be left far behind by the bills of female
plumbers. The male plumber has in
his opinion, reached the utmost limits
* * ^
in tne invention 01 nems wuu wuiuh iu
swell his bill, but lie still adheres to
the rules of arithmetic and adds up his
columns correctly. The woman who
can add up a column of figures correctly
has not yet appeared, for the feminine
conception of the sum of twelve
and fifteen is thirty-six. In other
words, a woman adding up a column
makes the result at least one-fourth
greater than it should be. A woman
could take the bill of items presented
by a male plumber, and by simply adding
the items together could increase
the total amount felly one-fourth. It
is this peculiarity of the feminine intellect
that will ever prevent women from
succeeding as plumbers, for the feminine
plumbing bill would in all cases be
so enormous that a householder, sooner
than run the risk of having it presented
to him, would tear up all his
water-pipes and substitute beer for wa
ier, UOIII IXS U ucveiii"c uuu ? a uicauo
of cleanliness.?K Y. Times.
An English Scandal.
There has been a scandal within the
last ten days which, though not yet
taken up by the press, has created a
whisper sensation and slightly stirred/
tea circles!" Col- Fitz George, a 'son of
the Duke of Cambridge by his morganatic
marriage, has allowed judgment to
go against him by default as co-respondent
in a suit for. divorce by a
brother officer. There are three of
these young men in the British army,
and they are generally regarded?two
of them were for some time in Canada
?as rather good and gallant fellows.
JL lieir motner, J?rs. r airoroiner, was a
very beautiful girl, specially remarkable
for the magnificence of her locomotives,
when she attracted the admiration
of the then Prince George, and
has, since the alliance, been remarkable
for the loyalty of her love and quiet,
feminine virtues?qualities which have
won for her the respect and regard in
private of her royal relatives. When
the late duke, she often told, heard of
the alliance, lie drove to her home in
Bolton street to see her, and when she,
with some hesitation, entered the room
asked her brusquely: "Do you know
whom I am?" "Yes, your roval highness."
"Do you love my son?" "xes,
indeed." "Does he love you?" "I
an " "Woll T QTV1 Tiof. STimri?Pli
Come and sit near me and kiss me.
Always kiss me when I come, and if
George behaves badJy come and tell
me." He was a most singular old fellow,
and used to ?ive intense amusement
to the attendants at St James'
chapel, in Jermvn street, where he
was to be found in his pew as regularly
as at his box in the opera, where he
always accompanied the singers in an
audible hum. When the clergyman at
St. James' said, "Let us pray" he always
broke in with, "Certainly?by all
means," and when he asked in the
Lord's prayer to "give. us our daily
bread," with "and butter."?London
Echo.
Over 200 Per Cent. Profit.
As the crowd of passengers on the
jarly morning trains come surging
iown Park row from the City Hall ele- rated
station, the familiar cry of the
street-venders scattered along at short
ntervals attracts very little attention,
in old man with a voice which dies
iway in a sweet cadence, sings out:
"Fine leather shoe-strings, five cents a
pair." He has stood '.-.re for years
ind offered for sale nothing but long
leather shoe-strings. He pays a license
:o peddle on the streets and has a right
:o select his locality.
"How is the shoe-string business
Oil -1--J - TO.
CtOWr ilS&CU ~d iUtttSt 1WO IV"
porter of the old man.
"Not so good as it was ten years
igo. Too many button and elasticfastened
shoes are made nowadays.
Poor people are getting high toned and
wear button shoos. Times are said to
be hard, sir, but I manage to live well
and support my family.
"Then you must sell a great many
pairs of shoe-strings a day and make
large profits?"
"Well, no; I don't sell so many, but .
oiy profits are large. I buy the strings
by the wholesale and make over 200
per cent, on them. I don't have to
pay any clerk hire, * gas-bills, or rent;
everything is clean, clear profit. Some
rainy days I dou't sell any, but on fair
days I make up generally. Saturday
afternoon is my best day."?New York
mail ana express.
Irish wit never found happier expression
than in the following, which
we have just received from the Soudan
by private wire: An Irish soldier,was
bringing in an Arab prisoner, when the
latter said: "You blow Arab man's
head off, I suppose?" "Faix," replied
the soldier as he wiped the perspiration
off his brow, "I'd rather blow the head
off a pot of porter this minute than the
heads of half a dozen of the likes of
ye."
Rats Are Truly Wise.
A house that I and my husband tenanted
in St Martin street Montreal,
several years ago, says a lady to a Philadelphia
Star reporter, became for
some unexplained reason the headquarters
of the rats of the neighborhood.
At first they manifested their presence
in the usual way, by gnawing holes
here and there,in pantries and in kitchen
wainscots, destroying what food lay
about uncovered. - The rats quickly increased
in numbers, however, and it
became necessary to cover securely every
article that would be devoured by
the hAsiecrin<r arm v.
? 0?0 J One
morning upon going into the
store-room I perceived tSe cake-box on
the ground, its place being on the third
shell, some sir feet from the floor. Reproving
the maid for leaving it about
so carelessly, she declared that it was
in its usual place the night before, but
as onlj she and myself had access to
the closet I passed the matter by,merely
thinking she had removed it and had
forgotten to replace it The next day,
however, I found the box on the floor
again, this time bottom up. A little
. annoyed, I spoke to the girl, but she,as
before, positively denied having moved
the box since I, the day previous, had
returned it to its place. I had heard
of the strange doings of certain spirit
rappers, and I began to think that
some of those queer folks had selected
our house as the base of their operations.
Before retiring that night I made a
careful inspection of the spot, locked
the door, and took the key with me to
my room. But notwithstanding, on a
visit to the closet next morning I disf
Ka A/Toin An
WYCICU iuc ^oa^uu.\ agaiu va vu\>
ground, and looking much the worse
ior its rough-usage. - While I was examining
and wondering at its scratched
appearance, a noise behind me
caused me to turn, and there, looking
at me inquiringly, stood, quite fearlessly,
a big rat, and just behind, coming
out of a hole, was his companion, apparen
tly equally interested. A momentary
start, and then it flashed upon me
the" cause of the change of base of our
cake-box of late. The rats had evidently
known of its contents, and, finding
that they were unable to gnaw their
way into the tin, had held a consultation,
and finally decided that concussion
was the best means to that end.
As the box was a foot square, and hfeld
faw V>oVfl
ill LUC UUiV XUiij tvu j/vuuu^ vi
those intelligent little beasts must have
worked in concert to have pushed the
box off the shelf, and finding that one
attempt was not enough, they-repeated
the operation agaia and again until
they succeeded.
Fond of Life.
Charles Langheimor.'who' was for
over forty years .in inmate of Cherry
Hill prison, in Philadelphia, and during
his imprison*rcnt was made famous
by Charles Dickens in his "American
Notes," in m:my respects has his
counterpart in the person of '"Doc"
Vanscoy, until a few days ago a convict
in the Colorado penitentiary.
Langheimer's cell was always left
fnr it WM
only a question of time when the old
man, in later years known as "Dickens'
Dutchman," would again be sentenced
to another term of imprisonment
Vanscoy on last Friday finished serving
out a three-years' term in the penitentiary
at Canyon City for the crime of
horse-stealing in Park county. Next
day after his release he was again at
his old trade of stealing in Pueblo,
where he had immediately gone after
leaving prison, and now Vanscoy is
confined in jail at Pueblo, awaiting
trial on the charge.
Vanscoy is a man about 50 years of
age, and has for seventeen years been
confined in the penitentiaries of various
states. His hair has become gray, but
he shows no other signs that his prison
life has been detrimental' to his-welfare.
He is a man of. trausually large
proportions. He has the. form of an
alderman in prosperity, and strides his
cell and the prison walls with as much
dignity as a banker behind his counter.
He is jovial, keeps well informed by
reading the newspapers and is a man
universally known in the prison. He
says lie gees into prison oecause ue
liKes it better than "roughing it" on
the outside.
He has served sentences at Sing
Sin& New York, Columbus, Ohio,
Jackson, Mich., and at a half-dozen
other penitentiaries. Horse-stealing is
his principal mania, and, like Charles
Langheimer, "Dickens' Dutchman,"
he is no sooner released than he is imprisoned
on a similar offense. It is
natural for him to steal. With him it
is a kind of mania. The experience of
seventeen years?in various state prisons
has not in the least quieted his kleptomaniac
tendencies.
. i
An Atlantic Oasis.
Out in the Atlantic, over twelve hundred
miles from Land's End and about
six hundred miles due west from Lis
bon, lies the beautiful island of St.
Michael's, the largest of the nine islands
forming the archipelago of the
Azores. It is beautiful in itsvariety of
mountain, lake, and valley scenery, in
the rich verdure of its cultivated lands,
it's equable, mild climate, and in its
wonderful thermal springs. The principal
commerce of St. Michael's is the
orange crop. The mode of picking and
packing remains unaltered since early
days. The city of Ponta Delgada, the
capital of the island, is set in the midst
of orange gardens, and the air in the
early mornings or late in the evenings
comes laden to you with the fragrance
of the orange blossoms.
Either in the town or suburbs you
see the gates of many orange gardens
invitingly open, and you will be politely
invited to walk in and help yourself
to flowers and fruit. If you are a
stranger the "eabeca," or head man of
the garden, wiil bring you a bunch of
lovely camellias and a branch on which
hang clusters of ripe oranges, and invite
you to be seated ou a garden bench
for though it is the month of February
you can enjoy sitting out of doors.
There you can watch the juvenile toil
ers sorting the fruit and the dried leaves
of the Indian corn. The picker can eat
as many oranges as he pleases, and
tafce away every evening a bag or basket
full of fruit that has Fallen from the
trees, which he sells at thirty or forty
for a penny.?Leisure Hours.
An 8-year-old in the Lewiston grammar
school was, with the rest of the
class, in the hall the other day, getting
ready for the Longfellow exercises.
One of the boys who was to take part
in the exercises^ was absent, and the
teacher desirous to know what part
the absent boy was to take in the exercises,
looked down the class and asked:
"What did Jfcmes have?" Out of the
row spoke the 8-year-old, with a loud
voice that came right out from beneath
a pug nose and honest eyes, and said:
"James had the mumps, ma'am."?
T^niotsvirm. t Mp .Tmtrnftli
' :
GLEANINGS.
This season's orange crop in Florida
is the largest ever known.
Philadelphia claims to have now &
population exceeding 1,000,000.
There is said to be only one book to
every 10,000 inhabitants in Russia. N
Penjdeh is accurately written and
J VAmi)L'VtiAonc
prULLUUUCCU. X UUJUCU, auu wwu
villages." ' 1
Of the works called for in the great
library of the British Museum, less than
10 per cent are novels.
The foreman -of the Ann Arbor
Courier office has jost completed his
first half century at the case. _ .
The largest vineyard in the world is
in California, and contains between
3,000,000 and 4,000,000"fines.
The southern part of Africa has 70,400
tame ostriches, producing $3,000,000
worth of feathers annually.
The Black Hills tin region is found
to be much larger than was supposed.
New locations are constantly opened.
rigation have reduced Tulare Lake/in ~
California, from a length of forty-two
miles ana Dreaata ox ivvsuytttu uiu*? ^
to a length of twenty-two and a width
of fourteen miles;
Prof. Boremus, it is said, makes
$25,000 a year from chemical analyses
of patent medicines and other similar
articles.' He does all hiis work with
his left hand, his right arm having
been amputated in youth.
The only goose ranch?a farm devoted
to the breeding and care of
<*eese?in this country is- located on
the eastern shore of Virginia, and
-covers nearly 3,000 acres. Its flocks
number in the neighborhood of 5,000
birds.
It is alleged that Miss Cleveland
speaks four languages fluently. Her
: brother, the President, however; seems
to be proficient in holding his tongue
in one, his native English. The latter
* must be regarded the superior accomplishment
in these days. " ; '
WoT-mr- Navf/m "Titinc
the average human life, he would be a
bold man who, rightly weighing the
manifold daily blessing? which come
like the sunshine and the dew, would
venture to pronounce the lot of man "\
rather of pain than of pleasure."
So acute is the sheep's sense of hearing,
it is said, that it can distinguish
the cry of her own lamb among a
thousand others, all bleating at the
same time; and. the lamb, too, is able
to recognize its mother's voice, even
though it be in the midst of a large
flock.'
Thirty-one years ago a gypsy fortune
teller told a young woman in Rockland,
N. Y., that she would be married
within a year, and before '.he thirtieth
year of her marriage would have fourteen
children, three of whom would die
before the birth of the fourteenth. The
prophecy has been fulfilled to the letter.
y;. * It
is reported that Riehard Gird, of
San Bernardino county, proposes to
donate the Ckico Ranch to tine State,
and erect thereon a State Industrial
School at his own expense. The ranch
embraces 87,000 acres, and has upon it
10,000 cattle and 500 mules and horses. /
The gift, if made, will reach the munificent
value of nearly $1,000,000.? ?
Vi&Uia (Cal.) Times. . ' 3
It is not generally known that Ver- mont
has a 2old mine. It is called the
"Rooks" and is located at Plymouth.
From an annual report it appear* that
the mine produced from September,
1883, to January, 1885, $68,670 in _
gold, and paid four dividends aggregating
$46,000, the yield varying be- ' ' _
tween $33.88 and $50.59, while the
cost declined $10.15 to $7.20 per ton . * ' _
for mining and miKingr
O O
In a poor family of Goffstown, N. H.,
the mother recently died. When the
undertaker came to perform the duties
of his office the father was asked the
name of his JBafev. ^Thp! only reply
came, "Mother.'1. : No other name
could be recollected. The daughters
were called in and the same answer
was received. They had never known
their parent by any other name than
"Mother." This is a literal fact, according
to the Kashua Telegraph-'
A #n??rr fAmn
X pOOOUCi A 1UUUJ wnu vuw
other day," said a gentleman yesterday,
who* is just home from ibe South.
"It was a place called Fulton, on the
Illinois Central Railroad, and is built .,
right over the dividing line between
Kentucky and Tennessee. The main
street of the town is* the' dividing line.
Oil the Kentucky side of the street \
local option is in strict enforcement,
but you may cross over to the Tennessee
side and find a dozen saloons in
full blast "?Lo-uisviUe Commercial.
A St Louis bachelor sat down to a
table in his room to write a letter,
when an immense black spider advanced
toward him upon the table. He
took a. straw from a broom and drew /
it "gently'over the spider's back and
legs for ten minutes, when it went
away. The next evening the spider reappeared
and went through the same
antics with the broom straw, to his
evident pleasure:" 'This was kept up
all the winter, the big spider coming
out regularly every night for a frolic
with the broom straw. 1 \V;
A Baltimore gentleman owned a
Skye terrier which recently proved that
it could feel ashamed of a dishonest
act At the time in question the gentleman
was seated at his table. The
little Skye saw a cutlet near the edge
of the board, and yielded to the temp- *
tation to steal the meat The cutlet
was slyly seized and taken under the ; .
sofa. The gentleman pretended not to
see the act of theft; But the conscience
of the little terrier soon got the
better of its hunger. It brought tha "
MTtlAf hark, laid it at the feet of its
master, hung its head iarshame and
slunk away.
A queer triaLjShoiting how a small
boy got his tobacco came up recently
at Aurora, Ohio. The defendants were
all small boys from 10 to 12 years of
age and possessed of the average
American boy's, idea of fun., When
the trial proceeded the fact of the windows
being broken by the boys was
developed, but the further fact was
shown that Dick Ray, the grandson of
Mrs. Hill and of about the same age as
the other boys, had a fondness for
chewing tobacco, and had proposed tc
the defendants that if they would accommodate
him with a chew of tobacco
he would grant them the privilege of
throwing twenty-five times at the glass
in his grandmother's window. The
boys accepted the proposal and fur- - nished
the young hopeful with his
wished-for tobacco, and then began the
fusUade of stones on the old woman's
windnws while the orandson stood bv
counting the throws and chewing his
tobacco with a satisfied air. So accurate
was the aim of the young sports
that "^nty-onc panes of glass were
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