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_ ? - ? ' ^ ~ , vot.""ttjt! " winnsboro, s. c., wednesday,august 12, 1885. no. 2. A Mighty Monarch. I am richer than Croesus of old. to my mind, I have treasures most varied and rare; I have ships v.-f-parture depends on no wind. And i know nauyiuof burdensome care. Houses unnuml>era?J I claim as my own, Without tenants to make them a bore; t i.uhiov iin. written for niv ear alone." -\uU have picture* and books by the sc^-re. 1 have hort :S ?ia-5 cattle and birds of all climes. Queer fishes that swim in the sea; rob I have bells made of silver, whose musical *fjg? chimes ||| Are rung oat to please only me. I rule undisputed, acknowledge no peer enhiA^o oi?ft r\4*t tnAU'Tl tf> KOAlfl). For I'm King of the nursery, and what is | ?: queer. I'm oa2y about two years old. |& ?L. H. Mansbach. JTnrple and Fine Linen. BH Sh* . , A all robed in splendor, fair as dawn Wterflirst he bares his forehead in the TO shimmering satin fell in softest folds, A royal robe, fit for a kinsrly feast, |$S And lace that was historic, fine as frost, 3Sra The tracery of its pattern, trailing down O'er sprays of blossoms, caught with jewels No lairer sight in all the goodly town. ST Yet jrazed she on the splendor cold as death. Yet looked she on the picture still and The tfnshimr Jewels caught no answering Hush 1 n eyes that erst were brighter than their light. No warmth from ruby hangings could light t up The chili of that set face, as silent there She thought upon the radiance of her life Given for the radiance of this paxeant fair. ?Lottie Tyng Griswold. HER MATCH-MAKING. "Well, do you like liim, Kitty?" "Oh, very much, Sally, dear!" "His lovely mustache and his big, blue eves! Did vou notice, Kitty?" "Blue! Why, they're a sort of greenish-grey: and his mustache is decidedh* stubblv." " "Stubbly!" Miss Sally Wilson dropped the paper nn which she was twisting her hair for the night, and turned upon her friend with a gasp. "StuSbly! For mercy's sake of whom arc you talking?" "Why, of Mr. Beadle, to be sure? Mr. Alfred Beadle, the great bondholder, the hero of the evenins:; of whom else?" Kitty pulled off one small white slipper. :tnd stood twirling around upon the other and laughing gleefully. Sally watched her in dismayed sil- I encc. "Mr. Beadle!" she said, reproachfully "You know I mean Howard Bennett." Kitty paused in her giddy revolutions and sat down, with her rounded elbows on the bureau, and her lovely, Hushed face in her hands. "Dear me!?no I didn't," she said, fixing her soft eyes wonderingly on * Sally's troubled face. "But, come to think of it, he teas rather nice-lookin<r. Sally groaned. Was this the reward of all her love schemes? Was this the way in which her dreams were to be realized?her hopes to be fulfilled. Miss Wilson was a very romantic k young lady. She had' always been, and rejoiced in being. r? As regarded herself, she had long since corue to Uie conclusion that any romantic ending was, if not quite impossible. at least most unlikely. She was not, in the lirst place, of the proper appearance. She was not imposing enough for the qticc-iiJy sort or heroine set forth in her lavorite novels, arid she had not the necessary raven locks and itanglity manner; and the petite and l>:ibyish style was equally out of the question. She had not a retrousse nose, nor pleading, blue eyes, and her stock of dimples was extreme!V limited and on.y made visible i?v painful Contortions. i liirii her circumstances were very uracil iter. ."Nil.y was an ncircs^, and her parCiU.> u.iu^ ucad, siio was living with an aunt whom she had raised from the obscurity of dressmaking to prc-sido over the beantitiil home to which she had recently returned from boarding school. Nobody could ever love her madly for herself alone?reacu across s uurrier of poverty, and many her in the face of a disapproving worid. Sail}* sometimes regretted that her father had been the highly successful railway contractor that he had been. Her very name was discouraging. Sally Wilsoa! Who could conceive -of anything interesting happening to a person with so horribly prosaic a name? But Kittv! It was all very different - - ? " " " < . . ?ii j i "with Kitty, tally's romantic som uuu | - thrilled with prophetic delight the moment she had seen her?sitting on one foot in one of Madame Lavine's school, room windows. Kitty had been educated by a bachelor uncle. She was beautiful and penniless? the very qualifications for a heroine, Sally had rellected. She had taken her under her wing, as it were; and now that school was over, she had brought her home with her for a long visit?the chief object of which was "that Kitty and Howard Bennett might be brought together. Sally had met him while at home on TTrtAOonr) Vtt"p]V XAVi. t uuu umu ^ consigned him in her heart to Kitty. What could be more fitting, more delightful? Howard was fair, Kitty brunette?which was just as it should be. Howard was calm, languid, and slightly pensive; Kitty was gay and vivacious. Opposite qualities were always necessary for perfect happiness. The time had arrived for the fulfill JJJUIi L KJL UXZL auu cviivuivo. Saliy bad given her ilrst recaption, and from her position as hostess had noted the progress of affairs breathlessi ly. She had watched their meeting and P their subsequent intercourse anxiously; she had contrived that they should go in to supper together, though that hud been no easy matter. Mr. Alfred Beadle?the reputed millionaire, concerning whom everybody was so ridiculously stirred up?having shown dangerous intentions of taking her himself, and Howard having been so obtuse as to oiler his arm to his hostess. Bat these dillieultics, aud a few similar ones, she hail bravely surmounted, and had waited eagerly till the last guest had gone, to hear Kitty's verdict. "Rather good-looking!" she repeated, despairingly. "Why, he's a perfect Adonis. Kitty!" "Oh, well. 1 don't know!" said Kittv. composedly. "Howard," she went on. dreamily, "he looks as though his name was Howard; all the Howards I ever knew were big and fair, and? rather soft, and " She stopped suddenly; she had ' - "i: ? ! ? - caugnt a guiiipsu ui o;ui_> 5 in mu i f glass. 11. so sorry, dear! I suppose he's j a great friend of yours?" she said ' apologetically. "But really I didn't { think him so entertaining as Mr. ijeadie, and lie hasn't half the money, you know," and Kitty laughed wickad ly. Mr. Beauic again! Sally's heart sank. She might have cxpected something of the sort. Kitty was so totally different from herself. She could never be made to see things as Sally saw them; she was distressingly matter-offact. Ollliy SUL 0\,UVUJIJ, ?i a uu the lights turned iow, after Kitty, flushed ami tired, and happ?, iiad fallen asleep. Surely things must come out right. Howard must be backed and encouraged, and Mr. Beadle must be snubbed, crushed, and annihilated. Sally was not quite clear as to how this latter was to be accomplished but she went to sleep with renewed hope. "I suppose we siiall be Hooded with calls, shan't we?" said Kitty, as they cot in tin* ivirlnr tii? nf?vf.ev onincr. r? c ing over last night's festivity, with occasional yawns. "I suppose so, dear," responded Sally, gaziug at iier in loud admiration. Kitty was at her loveliest, ii?r red lips wore a smile of pleased expectancy, -rmtl iier dark eyes were bright with anticipation. "By the w-iy," she said, peering into an opposite mirror and patting her hair; "Mr. Beadle said something about coming to-night. Dear me! how do I look?" Suliy groaned inwardly. "I presume Mr. Beadle will not notice much," she said, severely. "Ho is past those things, I should think. He must be forty at least." "Aoout that," said Kitty, sweetly. The bell rang at that moment, and the subject of their conversation was ushered in, followed by a tall form, with a fair head, none other than How ard himself. Mr. Beadle pounced upon the chair nearest Kitty; Howard sank gracefully upon the sofa at Sally's side. "I hope your duties of last night have not quite worn you out," he said, looking down at her tenderly. "Oh, dear me, not atali!" responded Sally, rather sharply. This was all wrong; but what was she to do? ? Jl* . 1? TT 1 "it was a cnarmins: anair, nuwuu continued, moving a little nearer to her. "Thank you!" said Sally, abstractedly. She was watching the pair opposite, with rising uneasiness. Mr. Beadle was leaning forward at a dangerous angle, talking with horrible volubility, with his eyes fixed on Kitty's face. Sally felt a wild desire to sec his chair roll backward and land him on the floor. Howard looked a little hurt by her brevity; but Sally was oblivious. i'Tlrm'f i7/*m think her lovelv?" she said. Kitty was venturing a remark at tlie moment with a coquettish little laugh. Sally could gladly have shaken her. "Very," said Howard, rather vaguely, and.without looking around. " "He is jealous," said Sally to herself. "Poor fellow!" "She is always pleasant, like that, to everbody," she said, aloud, with sympathy and reassurance in her tone. ttOUsv mAon nnrfliin/r ]w if " tJUC' UV&OU b <M 'Indeed?" said Howard. But he did not seem quite to understand the force of the remark. Mr. Beadle was begging Kitty to sing; and now was Sally's chance. "Do dear!" she urged: "our new waltz song. Do you know it?" she went on, turning to Howard. "Mr. Bennett wi:l turn your leaves, Kitty." Howard followed Kitty to the piano obediently, and Mr. Beadle joined Sally on the sofa "How extremely well-suited they are!" Sally observed. "They seem made for each other. Don't vou think so?" "Really, I had not noticed it," rejoined Mr. Beadle, stroking his mustache with sudden gravity. "Stubbly!?good gracious, yes!" said Sally to herself, wrathfully. should hardly think so," he added, with some asperity. ciirf Sollir frioriHIv iw. ? j, ? ?j And they relapsed into silence. That was the tirst of a long series of similar occasions. Howard and Mr. Beadle called incessantly, and Saliy's anxieties increased accordingly. '1 kings were very discouraging for the most part. Mr. Beadle was plainly enamored of Kitty's manifold charms and was determinedly devc. ed. Kitty was gav, and careless, and bewitching, and Howard was as lan guiil as ever, and rather more pen sive. Sally was convinced that this was due to unhappiness. He was grieved and angered by Kitty's indifference; he was a prey to hopeless yearnings and jealous passion. The only drawback to the theory was that Howard seemed sometimes ridiculously and uncxplainably attentive to herself. But that was pride, of course?pique. Saliy lived in momentary expectation ot having a tale of wounded love and blighted hopes poured injo her sym<>nrs_ The days and weeks rolled by; Kitty's visit was drawing to a close, and everybody was looking forward eagerly to Mrs. Smythe's masquerade. Sally herself forgot her schemes and anxieties in the flutter of preparation. Kitty was to go as a gipsy, in a briglit-silk bodice, a gaily bespangled petticoat, and a hignly-colored and highly-becoming turban?things which no gipsy has ever been known to wear. * Saliy was to appear modestly as a peasant of doubtful nationality, with a nn.l n ("iliroiriotnrl sVirfc. L UU \UU >V a AO auu awwiwuM.vv. , and her hair in two braids down her back. Sally's hopes had somehow risen rather high. This was almost the end of Kitty's visit, almost the last time that she and Howard would be together, and something must happen. The fact of their approaching separation would come home to them both; would bring them nearer togetiier; would strike down all obstacles hitherto existing, and bring matters to a _0' O happy end. Mr. Beadle was. of course, the chief j obstacle. Mr. Beadle had shown a profound interest in the occasion?a positive enthusiasm, which Sally considered revolting. v man of his age!" she had said tc Kitty, indignantly. "It is absurd! He will probably come as Infancy." <*TiinfrmhtorHcTvitt.v Imd resnond ed, gaily. "And Mr. Bennett as a lamp-post or a lightning-rod?be is so amusingly tall!'' Mrs. Smythe's rooms were a blaze of light and a scene of whirling gaiety. Sally gazed upon the scene, bewildered, from the retirement of a sofa. She had lost sight of Kitty, and in the present state of confusion could not be enrn /\f Immvincr ;i<r?nn_ A stalwart Highlander, with a fero- j cious masic, paused before her, and appeared to be exainining.her intently. Then he came nearer, and stood regarding her critically, with his head on one side, folding his arms and crossing his scantily-elothed legs with a satisfied air. "He thinks I'm somebody else," Coll*. Jmrcolf amnseillv. and Okliu. KJChUJ fcv W?- -w - --J f forgot him in a new excitement. She had caught a glimpse of a red waist and a twinkling skirt; of a gay turban and a flying mass of dark hair. Kitty was in a low chair at the further end of the room, her bare, round arm >, with their silver bands, gleaming white, and her smiling, red lips, jn> l visible. A distinguished-looking individual, j iu the costume of Louise XVI. was j perched upon an ottoman at her side, i gazing upward in an obvious state of admiration and bliss. Sally craned her neck. Surely it was Howard! Only the top of his head was visible behiud his exaggerated ruff; but surely that limited portion bore a striking resemblance to Howard's. Sally felt a thrill of exultation; this was exactly what she had hoped for. The music struck up; the Highlander offered his arm promptly, and away they whirled. Their steps were eminently suited. " " ' ' -i bully's cneess oegaa 10 ^io?v uuuiuu i her mask, and her eyes to sparkle. Suddenly the music ceased; the waltzers paused; there was a little hum of excitement, and then a simultaneous removal of masks. Sally looked around eagerly. Kilty and Louis XVI. stood ne:ir~Kitty smiling and glowing. Louis XVI. stroking a stubbly mustache and beaming down upon her. Sally looked up at her partner in amaze, and encountered the affectionate gaze of a pair of blue eyes, and a smile from beneath a blonde mustache. 'It is rather warm here," said the Highlander, softly. "Shall we step outside?" And Sally went. j Half an hour later, when the rioting | within had reached its wildest point, they were stili standing out un.ler the stars, with the music lloating out to them softly. Howard's lair head was bendin g very low, and Sally's long braids fell over his arm. "But?ii is soper.Vclly unexpected," she was say in ;r. in a subdued way. ( "I had never even thought of such a thins:-" "No," said Howard, in an aggrieved tone?"everybody could see that." "You see." said Sally, in a meekly apologetic way. "it was always Kitty I was thinking o?. Dear me!" and she laughed. Half an hour ago, slie woum naruiy liave laughed at this knowledge of the ignominious failure of her plans. It was quite unexplainable. m * * * * "I could hardly wait to tell you!" cried Kitty. She was sitting on the side of the bed, her dark hair in charming confusion around her shoulders, her silver bands in a pile bosido her, her red turban on the lloor. "I could hardly wait! Oh, Sally, can you guess?" "It is Mr. Beadle, I suppose?" said Sally, resigned!}-?so resignedly that Kitty stared. "Dear me!" she criod delightedly. "I thought so all alonir. Was I right after all? it is Mr. Bennett, I suppose?" "I?I'm afraid so," said Sally softly. Senator S!???ru?:w>*s Stnjje-ltido. Senator Sherman enjoyed a breakneck ride down Siskiyous Mountain on his stage journey between Redding and Roseberg, Oregon. The Ohio statesman had pre-empted a seat with the driver to get a better view of the splendid scenery 0:1 that elevated divide. The pace from the summit was a tearing one, and the steep, narrow grade made the rido appear particularly hazardous. 'n._ e *? i,? ^?1,l ? LiU OCUilLUl 5U^C5lUU LUUb XXO V>VUiU view things better at a slower gait "Got to make time," replied Jehu, brusquely. "I assure you that I am in no hurry at all," exclaimed John, casting his eyes down the precipitous, crooked roadway. "But I am," retorted the reckless whip, as he let the nags out another notch. Sherman was scared. He had reason to be. Others had been scared before, him. and more are sure to find them selves in the same fix. A second later: "Driver, pull up, I just as leave?in fact, I prefer, to walk down this place." , "No you don't, Senator. I've got three minutes to reach the valley and I'm going to make it or break a leg." The lively six bronco team sped recklessly ahead, Sherman holding on with might and main. Turning a sharp curve, the swingpole suddenly snapped. For a few momontc thincrc lnnlrpil snnallv. A sincrlft ? J " o lurch might seed the coach over a 300foot precipice. "Keep your seat," cried the jehu, who with brake and reins .quickly brought his team to a standstill. A Tittle later Sherman was holding the lines, his foot braced on the "holdback," while the driver was down among the cattle splicing the broken swing-bar. All wras in order again presently, and the Senator reassured as to the entire safety of the twelvcrmile-an-hour canter down a forty-five-pitch grade, kept his place to the bottom without a rt iiiror I"'"?* Thinking it over now, Sherman says it was the most exhilarating stage ride he ever experienced, and he wouldn't mind making the trip overland from California a second time just to take in that interesting piece of star-route expediting down the Siskiyous.?Helena (J/. 7'.) llcrald. AVhy the Con?rrc<;atio?i Smiled. At the dedication of Pilgrim Chapel, Buffalo, William A. unseat), 01 Syracuse, the Stale Sunday school Secretary, was addressing the children iu his usual vivacious manner. "Now, I am going to divide your school into three parts," said he, "There are b. b.'s. What arc they?"' , 'Big boys," was the ready response, "Good. Then there are the b. g.'s. What arc they?" gins,' suouieu xuriy hmucs. ' Risrht tvirain. And last of .ill there . ? i S 11 i are the 1. c. s. Little kids!" exclaimed a shrill voiced urchin, without waiting for the question. The congregation smiled vociferously, ? L'lica Oosctvcr. TlT.?r. Vilccnn c-iv< tlPVflr OTOtt'S 1?JL iliV.. inu^wu v.j M - - 0 tired of hearing herself sing, though to listen to tiie sinking of others is some- , times a bore. BILL NYE IN BOSTON. An Account of a Visit to Ili* llirthplace ii the Stat'* of Maine. 1 Last week I visited my birthplace in 1 the state of Maine? 1 waited thirty years for the public to visit, it, and as there didn't seem to be much of :i rush ' this spring, I thought I would go and i visit it myself. 1 was ttdliu : a friend the otber day that the nubiic di<i not ( seem to mauifest the interest in my ( birthplace that I thought it ought to, j and he said I ought not to miud that. ; "Just wait," said he. "till the people ] of the United States have an opportu- 1 nity to visit your tomb, and you will , be surprised to see how they will run ' excursion trains up there to Moosehead lake, or wherever you plant yourself. It will be a perfect picuic. Your ! hold on the American people, William, is wonderful, but your death would ] seem to assure it, and kind of crystalize j the affection now existing, but still in ' a nebulous and gummy state." _ ] -i. mini UUJJlll/ IlUt LU UllUUiov m*? birthplace, I presume, and yet, if I ; were to do it all over again, 1 do not know whether I would select that particular spot or not. Sometimes I think ' 1 would not And yet, what memories cluster about that old house! There was the place where I first met my pa- ' rent. It was at that time that an ac- 1 piaintance sprang up which has ripen ed in late years into mutualrcspectand esteem. It was there that what might J l)e termed a casual meeting took place J that has, under'the alchemy of resist- , i..<j tnnvj turned to crolden links. J J VM*"? "*** ? o forming a pleasant but powerful bond of union between my parents aDd my- ' self. For that reason I hope that I may be spared to my parents for many , years to come. Many old memories now cluster about that old home, as I have said. , There is, also, other old bric-a-brac which has accumulated since I was ! born there. I took a small stone from the front yard as a kind of "memento" ] of the occasion and the place. I do not think it has been detected yet ( There was another stone in the yard, so it may be weeks before anyone finds out that I took one of them. How humble the home, and yet what 1 a lesson it should teach the boys of America! Here, amid the barren and j the inhospitable waste of x-ocks and i '">1^ f-ho nlnnft in the world that a . m:iu would naturally select to be born , in, began the life of one who, by bis j own unaided effort, in after years rose to the proud height of postmaster at Laramie City, Wyoming, and, with an estimate of tho future that was almost ^ prophetic, resigned before he could be characterized as an offensive partisan. , Here on the banks of the raging Piscataquis, where winter lingers in the l:ip of spring till it occasions a good j deal of talk, there began a career j which has been the wonder and admir ation of every vigilance committee west of the. turbulent Missouri. There on that spot, with no inheritauce but a predisposition to premature j baldness ami :t bitter hatred of rum, with no personal property but a inislit , suspender aud a stone-bruise, began a J life history which has never ceased to j be a warning to people who sell groceries on credit. 1 It should teach the youth of this young land what glorious possibilities j may Tie concealed in the rough and tougli boson of the reluctant present j It shows how steady perse; erance and j a good appetite will always win in the end. It teaches us that wealth is not ^ indispensable, aud that if we live as we > -e t. .t.? < suouiu, (iraw uui ui jil uju proper time, and ilie a icw days before the public abso.ulely demaml it, the matter of our bjrthpiaco will not bo considered. i Stiil. my birthplace is all right as a y birtupiaetj. It w.;s a good, quiet place 1 to Iji* born. All Uie old neighbors said ] thai Sai"li*y was a very quiet place up t to lue lim-- I was u->m there, and when i to?k my pan-tits by t.ie hands aud < ir'Miily led Inti si away i:i the spring of ] ; ..iv;.. . lais is 110 nl:io.r? us." i: ii- c ;iu>* (|uicl. 5 ;i is iii<- - I.;. i;ir.I have, liow- j r> r. a ui i all the readers of j The Globe will fi-oi perfectly free to go } there any time and visit it, and carry ( their dinner, as I did. Extravagant 1 cordiality and overflowing hospitality i have always kept ray birthplace back. ?Boston Smithy Globe. 1 Ex-Px-iv-M -nt Arthur. 1 Ex-President Ani.iir has none of the prevailing Anglomania, so far as I 1 know, writes :i jS'-w York correspondent to the Utiea Observer, and yet he ? was strictly EmiiM-Ii hi liie style of his \ whiskers and the longings of his appetite. Before his election to the vice t presidency lie used to eat most of his ( midday luncheons in a down-town 1 chop-house of the London sort; and < since his return to privates citizenship I have seen him several times over his ] steak or chop and Bass in the same old ( place. Arthur has not yet appeared in court in resumption 01 uis iaw pruuuiw, but he is regularly in the offices of his firm, and tlie understanding is that his services are in fair detnaud. Having been the collector in the port, and therefore familiar with the laws and usages of the custom-house, he expects to strike right into remunerative cases involving importer's troubles. That there was a difference of opinion as to what share of the firm's profits he deserved was proved by the fact that up to within a few days of the issue of a circular announcing the copartnership .. - -1 1 .)?1 A ^^5 me omer xucmueia uci/itu. uu jju041.iTv.ij that he would not re-enter the concern, j Socially Mr. Arthur is leading a quiet life. Many have been curious to see whether he would resume liail-fellowship with some of the local politicians < with whom he used to be cronies, for it was known that his oflishness towards them while in the white house had angered them. The upshot seems to be that he has kept up his close friendship with the dozen polite and cultured ) men out of the lot, and has dropped j the mere heelers, with whom his relations were never anything aside from * the machinery of political control. He spends some of his evenings congenially iu the Union League club, the members : of which stood by him pretty firmly iu ( his campaign for a renomination; he i goes to the theaters once in a while, { always sitting behind the drapery of a private box; and he hr been at the Jerome Park horse-races, where I saw him win ?50 one day on a risk of $10. 1 We believe it was Lord Barrymore j who, at Newmarket, among a vast | crowd of the sporting world, mounted ] nimseu on a cnair, auu, jiavmg lunuc ] a signal for silcnce, said aloud: "Who ( wants a horse that can gallop twenty , miles an hour, trot seventeen, and , walk six?" Of course vociferations of ^ I do, I do," were not wanting, to fKft foAaftAiia nrkh!or>i <k n vnnliAfl* LUV xabWM. , -~r , "Well, gentlemen, when I meet with such a one I will let you kiiow!"?En- ' cyclopcdia of Sural 6ports. Bill Nye's Vision. ' Night before hist, after 1 hail registered at the hotel and been assigned "the last room in the hotel"?I nse the language of the hotfl clerk?I went into the dining room to tea. It is not nay custom when traveling to smile on Dne in wtose heart a hope might spring up to be dashed to the earth by my rteparlure. if l nave causeu pain in that way I did not intend to do so. I ;an jokeand carry on and have a real rood time, but I do not wish to inspire in any breast hope which may be blasted, ah, a3as! too soon. It wasinot long before I discovered a beautifu^blonde of the tcmale sex at the farther end of the room beneath the chandelier. Iler ski% seemed to be of a delicate sea-shell color, and her hair was: corn-colored. Her clothes ilso were entirely new, I should judge, and made especially lor her. On her finger sbe wore a diamond rin<r with perfect ease. She know just how to work tha^. finger in order to get the most possible glitter out of her diamond. Every little while I would look aver th<a&.an"d revel in her beauty, and I thougiXthatshe was not entirely insensible* my charms. All thtft evening she was in my mind. [ dreamed that nijjht that I swooped down unpn ner :ma carrieu ner away to the nSnotest boundaries of the world in a special car. lio next morning I awoke hnngiy, for I didn't eat much supper the night before. I went down to breakfast, waiting and fooling away my time; hoping that she would come while I Was in the breakfast room, and [ wouldrfill myself up with the beautiful vision and a cup of coffee. Anon she came. She sailed into the room with calm disdain and an air of hauteur, and such tilings as that. The bead-waiter waved his hand like a selfacting 4.uke iu a theatre and gave her a seat at my table: A thrill passed up through me and I laid down the vulgar sausagq which I was about to feed myself when she dawned upon rue. I ver^bred then to look across the table ather in the full glare of the new Dorn clay, xne nrsi ming mac 1 discovered: was that she hadn't put her pellow wig on straight, it was a little higher on one ear than the other, which ^av? her the air ol a young man who has over-monkeyed with thy flowing bowUitFhis showed to the casual spectator a;glimpsc of her own moth-eaten, sage brush hair peeping out like the faded tail on an old buffalo robe. Then I knew that we con hi never be more to each other than lrionds. Her aose'l&s red ako, and she had not been pi^perly calciwined. In the bur ry of dressing she hud mUsed lier nose with/the powder-rag and that organ? meaning, of course, lue nose, not the powd?r-rag?loomed up robust and purpdein the ghastly waste of cheek bones and other osseous formations. Ah,, what a pain it gave me to see my beautiful vision fade thus beforo aiy. eyes! Then I thought how I had smiled on her the evening before, and :10V,"-perhaps, a new hope Iiad sprung jpander heart, and 1 feared that when she kzitew it was all over between us the s&Dck, at her time of life might dnfcl? I^&fciny hot pancakes, with the majle-s^nip ajj^over them, and lied. Out drafthe hurry, and the . tireless rash of the mad, mad world, trying to stifle the memory of that broken aeart. Should she see these lines I aope she will not think bitterly of me. [ still admire her as a well-preserved ruin, but love in such a case would be i hollow mockery,?Milwaukee Sun. Bibliophistical Flirtation, A slim, blue-eyed youth and a mer y-looking young lady of about 17 ;vere seriousiy deliberating behind the 'poetry shelves" of the Mercantile V _T ! .3 lDrary wnicu ausuors suuum ivuvnv :heir preference. "I want dear Byron," said the lady lecisively. "I've only half read Byron. Don't you love Byron?" "Well, when I was a younger man," ;aid the youth mournfully for his decarted years, "Byron was attractive to ne, but my more mature years found ?e wedded to Tennyson," and he passid his hand across his wrinkled brow ike a man who had seen and suffered nuch. "Now I don't care for Tennyson one lit," said the lady. "Do pick out iomcthing that we both can read." Chere was a pause for some minutes, .hen a little twitter of exultation. "I have it," said the maiden. "Daring sweet Shelley." "He'll do." said the youth, "let's >it down here where nobody can see is and read him," .The eye of the peeping Tom was. on ;hem, but they knew it not The ;alm, serene librarian lurked by them, jut they heeded him not They were ieep in "Queen Mab." " tThat tires me," said the girl petuantly, "turn over to the short poems, Dh, here we are! Let's read this." When these young parties first sat iown there was at least eight inches )f space between ttiem, aud the gentleman's arm supported on one ^of ;he lower suuives. Now his arm has iisappeared, and the tips of his finders could be perceived on the off side >f tho lady's leather belt There was - ? ? r,.aah ^Viavm fV<a no ffAm iU UlSUiilUC UCLWCCJJ. tuicxxi, lUV ^ttvvviu )f the gentleman's inexpressibles ningling with the lady's dress. In )thcr words, they sat as close together is they possibly could. The fountains mingle with the rivers, And the rivers with the ocean. "Isn't that delicious?" murmured ?c maiden. "Read on." See the mountains kiss high heaven, Now the waves clasp one another. "A darling Shelley,isn't that just too sweet? Go on." Now the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea, What are all these kissings worth If thou'lt not kiss me? It was not the uncorking of a chamM<mn KMtlf hpoiiKn no snch nrofana. :ion could occur in the Mercantile library under any circumstances, but the sound was so startling and unusual that Librarian Wh'ittaker stepped beaind the shelves, and saw nothing but i young lady glancing indifferently jver the pages of a book, and :i young rentleman standing on tiptoe, endeavoring to lav hold of a volume on the | O V top row.?Alia Cattjuruia. mm Editors have their peculiarities as Evelias other people- They practice ind inculcate brevity, which is a virtue, They are absent*rainded, which is a failing. It is not strange, then, that one should send a note to his ladyI 1:1? iv. r.n : T love use me luiiuvviug. i/caio?, x have carefully analyzed the feeling 1 entertain for you, and the result is substantially as follows: I adore you! Will fou be mine? Answer." Then, after a paoment of thought, he added, in a ireamy, absent way; "Write only on Dne side of the paper, Write plainly ind give reai name, not necessarily for publication, bat as a guarantee of good faith;1'?;Boston Courier OFFICIAL STYLES IN HATS. People throughout the country express from time to time the greatest curiosity to learn the styles in official life, writes the Washington correspondent of the New York World. It is alwavs a source of great satisfaction to a number of patriotic citizens to know that they are dressed like "the rulers of the country." At the beginning of this summer a good deal of interest has been awakened over the discussion as to what was the proper hat to be worn. The president is more conservative than any member of his cabinet He wears a closely buttoned Prince Albert coat always, aud, after the proper fashion, a heavy black silk hat with it. A white hat would be altogether too undignified ? although President Arthur affected them?and besides it would not suit the President's complexion. He will probably wear the oil csimmor TTn wnrp o Uxav;& OliXW I41U aii. auuiiuvi* aav trv*v m wide-brimmed soft iiat up in the Adirondacks last summer, where?according to the expert Dr. Ward?he caught more trout with a worm for bait than the doctor got with his carefully-selected flies. Mr. Bayard, however, has declared for pearl-gray, as it is a style much approved by his grandfather. Pearl t- - t -1_ 1 gray nats nave aiways uc*?ii wuiu ju Delaware by fashionable statesmen, and he has no idea of parting from the tradition. Mr. Bayard is of that lymphatic tempcrment and complexion, moreover, to which the white hat is peculiarly suitable. His tile looks as if it must have been built in Wilmington and by the son or grandson of the same hatter who 'supplied the iirst uf the Bayards. Mr. Manning has a democratic straw hat. It is a Mackinaw, tiat-topped and sailor-shaped. He wears it ovlt his riorht e:ir. with the d ' ".ier srrace of a young naval officer. Mr. Manning transferred his straw liat from Albany here. To climb that steep hill from the Argus office to the capitol of a hot summer day a man wants* about as little on him as decency and good breeding will allow. When half way up the hill a man generally takes oil' his hat and uses it as a fan the rest of the way. The advantage of a straw hat is therefore obvious. Mr. Whitney wears abroad-brimmed silk hat, covered with a mourningbaud. It is easily the most stylish tile of any worn in the cabinet It is a New York hat from the curl of the brim to the swell of the crown, and in thorough keeping with the tout ensemble of bis weil-dressed figure. Probably the secretary would change it for a sou'wester should he go to sea; and, should the vessel be John Roach's Dolphin, he would doubtless provide himself with a "wide-awake" and life-preserver as well. The country cannot afford to have its efficient naval secretary take any useless risks. Mr. Endicott adheres to a large brimmed silk hat, which he wears slightly upon the back of his head. It is emphatically a Boston hat, and may have been worn for a season or so back. It is conservative in style, aggressive in its eminent respectability. Beacon street has hundreds of such; Fifth avenue or Regent street never a one. Mr. W. D. Howells might easily have taken Secretary Endicott as his model of Bromtield Corey in the current novei, "The Rise of Silas Laph Mr. Lamar supports Mr. Bayard in wearing a pearl-gray cassimere. It is half covered with a black mourning band. The Mississippi statesman does not spend many hours on his costume, that is clear. Iu his abstracted moments he, like SecretaryEndicott,sometimes tips his hat over the back of his IT.. > > US.* lirtM* IAM/* onr? T*A ilU.'lU. 1JLU Ut'iUd illO 11*111 auu hat wouid look stylish with that combination. Henry Watterson and Senator L:iin:ir won; both once attentive to a distinguished lady. She lost the senator's irici!?i>hij> lore.e-r when the jealoua KeiiiUuny editor told Mr. Lamar that this lady had spoken of him as "Old Soap-Locks." The attorney general is the only one who has declared for the cream-colored hat which is struggling to be fashionable. The cream color is shown in a Manila straw which he put on at the beginning of the hot weather. This hat is broad-brimmed?not at all fashionable, but is very comfortable. Mr. Garland wears a turn-down collar, and the low-crowned hat is very suitable. The one he wears is in the shape of a compromise between the Derby of the east and the sombrero of Texas. Ar2* Ua TO o}|Anf tvuusiiOj 4V H41X luiuvuiuwivu ?*wv?? midway. Postmaster General Vilas still wears the silk liat which he purchased in Madison some two or three years ago. It is a little rusty and not exactly in the prevailing shape, but it is much better than the average hat worn by Washington statesmen. The western ?r?1iH/>Ql laiHor rithnr nfFi?r?hs these hats of a fashion two or threo years back. Just why, no man can tell, but Senator Voorhecs, or Beck or Sherman, or Harrison or Logan was never known to wear a hat of the prevalent fashion. It is not becoming in a statesman to take up prompily with innovations. Depreciated Speculation. A placc in the Wall Street Stock Exchange was worth $30,000 in 1881. The natural conclusion is that in 1881, if a broker had the privilege of entering the little room in the narrow street, he could get enough orders to buy or sell stocks from outside speculators? who could not ?ct in, or might be at distant points?to net him not only $80,000 in commissions, but an additional sum equal to the cost of life which he indulged. But the times have changed, and the brokers have changed with them. The wit of the -Wall tlrcei News, the other day had a dialogue between a broker and a beggar. "Give me a penny, oh sir!" cried the beggar; "ray mother is starving." "Yes, yes; ah yes!" said the broter looking at the beggar vacantly; "that's all right; here's your penny; but keep on the other side of the street; I'm working this side myself." The Chicago Board of Trade, though dealing in figures far more modest than those of Wall Street, have suffered less from the depression in commerce and production. Memberships are now held to be salable at ?2,950. Many buyers and sellers hold tickets which cost them only $100.?The Current. A correspondent writes that the Afghans eat onions as the Americans do apples- Our readers will therefore at once understand the cause of the recent attack by the Russians. They were obliged to use their guns to keep the Afghans from coming within hailing J! 4 A /inc? 1x7 hp. UlSlaUUC, AUU LIU \y lie V?u VUJ"; ?? lieve Col. Marvin's statoment that the inhabitants of Afghanistan are a strong race and long-winded. They never get out of breath.?Acw York Tribune. i Silk-Raising in American. The silk industry, which has become so large an interest in this country, is purely a manufacturing one, getting its raw material altogether from 1 auroau, uuty iree. .inu do not expcct much result from silkraising in America, ci)icily because they think silk cannot be well reeled in this country at any satisfactory price. A demand for protective duties on the raw material would also tend to reduce the margius for manufacturers, should silk-growing become an interest of importance. It is stated that the girls in the French lilaturcs earn only from one to one and a half francs ("twenty to o mif in of It aly seventy-live centimes to a franc (fifteen to twenty, cents) for fourteen hours' work, while equally skilled labor here should return nearly a dollar. Moreover, silk valued at four to five dollars per pound can be brought to New York from Japan at from three to eight cents per pound ' freight. The promising field for American silk-growing in America s;-eius, therefore, to be restricted chiefly to that of a subsidiary lUUU.'JU > WUlilCil auu ^tlUULVUf If uv would not otherwise be at work, and then tinder the disadvantage of "house reeling." Whether the production of cocoons, not for reeling, but for direct use by the growing industry of spunsilk manufacture, might prove profitable, is/very questionable, in view of the low price (about seventy-live cents per pound) paid for cocoons. Nevertheless, a "Women's Silk-culture Association," one of the indirect results of the Centennial Exposition, exists in Philadelphia, with the purpose ot promoting silk-culture as profitable work for women. This was organized, Willi "purely pniianuiropic purpusu, by Philadelphia ladies, headed by Mrs. John Lucas, in April, 1880; it has permanent offices at 1328 Chestnut Street, where reeling is taught, silk-worm eggs, mulberry-trees and hand-reels sold, and books of instruction, which it publishes, supplied. Two silk exhibitions have been held, and the association boasts twelve auxiliaries in as many States, and has had, it states, 07er thirty thousand correspondents. It is hoped ultimately to open a filature. Its prospectus, in presenting the claims of "America's new indus try," says: "it can De prosecuted. Dy the feebler members of the family, women and children, or aged persons, to whom the severer country life is a burden, and the compensation is sure; for if our country is sending annually to foreign lands 818,000,000 for raw silk, there is no reason why this amount of money cannot be divided among our own American eulturists. The crop or product is not perishable, like much of the farm product, and the trees, once planted and grown, yield a perpetual supply oi looci lor cue suK-worms, care being taken only in the annual picking of the leayes." The production of 60,000 pounds oi cocoons was reported by correspondents of the association in 1883, largely from southern New Jersey and from the South-?From 11A Siik liressin Harper's Magazine for July. Returned to His "Wifpvam. Edwin Forrest was once laid up with a severe attack of rheumatic gout, which rendered him about as pleasant to come in contact with as an Indian on the warpath. A lnencl ot nis dropping in just as the eminent tragedian was seized with a terrific twinge, met with a decidedly warm welcome, as regards unsaint-like expletives. Being rather a facetious individual, the friend exclaimed: "Hello, governor! What are you laughing at? I never saw you so tickled before." In his fiercest manner, interspersed with deeptoned grunts and some profanity. Forrest growled: "Get out, will yea? I won't see anybody. Let me alone, confound you." A little while after the snubbed friend might have been seen in conversation with a small specimen of a bootblack, whose stand w*s in front of the hotel where Forrest was stopping. The confab, accompanied by a series of pantomimic gestures on the part of the gentleman, which were clearly duplicated by the bright-witted shiner, lasted some fifteen minutes, when the boy, a broad grin illuminating his expansive countenance, started'to ascend the hotel stairs, receiving a parting injunction: "Don't you stop pounding until he lets you in." This admonition was strictly carried out, whereupon the door was violently thrown open, and Forrest angrily demanded the cause of so much commotion. Striking an attitude a la Metamora, the tutored bootblack declaimed in a piping treble: "You sent for me. I have come. If you do not want me, I will go back to my wigwam." "Pouncing upon the boy, Forrest growlel out: "xou youn<j imp, you! Hora tnl-o tliia " tnooincr Viim o mmrt'Pr bUCWV VUld) ***"? w ?v*r as he added, "and go tell that " (designating his facetious friend by name and a few additional adjectives) "to come up I want to see him." As the door closed upon the apt little bootblack a roar of laughter issued from Forrest's room, which seemed to have a beneficial effect upon his ailment, for when his friend'appeared he was in quite a jovial frame of mind. A Boy with a Bulge* <?>T_ 5J i I:~,J X\ U, 111 J bUIl, 110 iW i-ic on his hat, "you can't go to the circus." "But why, father?" "Well, in the first place, I can't fool away my money on such things." "Yes,"but 1 have enough of my own." "And in the next place its a rough crowd, the sentiment is unhealthy, and no respectable person can countenance such tilings." "But, fath ." "That's enough^ sir! You can't go! I want you to eajoy yourself, but you must seek same more respectable amusement" X1.JJL UVUL vfc VUilUUO bUlU^ Xiii w poned in the circus tent. A boy climbed to the top flight of seats and sat down beside a man who had just finished a glass of lemonade and was lighting a cigar. He had his plug hat on the back of his head, and seemed to be enjoying himself hugely. It was father and son. The father had gone straight to the grounds from dinner, ana me dov naa run away, j.ney looked at each other for half a minute, and. then the bo\r got in the first blow by whispering: "Say, dad, if you won't lick me I won't tell ma you was here!" The father nodded his head to the agreement, and the great spectacular parade in the ring began.?Detroit Free Press. Mirrors of 100 feet surxace are now manufactured in France with but little difficulty. WIT AVI) HUMOR. A woman may be as true as steel* but then you know some steel is too highly tempered. ? Yonkers Statesman* A New York policeman has just been sentenced to imprisonment for life. People will now have the satisfaction of knowing where they can find him when they Van t him. Judge?"How old are you, madam?" Witness?"I have no personal knowledge of my age, and hearsay testimony, I understand, is not accepted in this court"?Boston Beacon. "Dear me," said a lady in Fifth avenue the other evening. "How the china crazc is growing! Here's a New York club that is paying $3,000 lor a pitcher."?Albany Times. Matilda's lover to her little sister? Come, Myrtle, give me a kiss, only one. L. S.?No, I won't; you askea Tildv for just one, in the parlor, trfore dinner, and you took two. CoL J. Armoy Knox of Texas Siftings lectured in New York in behalf d . the Bartholdi pedestal fund. Among fithor hriorht: remarks he "Th? assure you, to be laughed at" "I see you are building a new house, Mr. Brown?" "Yes, you are right" "Made the money out of whisky, I suppose?" "No."' "Why, you are a liquor dealer, are you not?" 'O, yes; but the money I'm putting into tha -j ; house was made out of water I pat in to the whisky. Every cent was made out of the water, sir." A California girl has been discovered with two mouths, one in each cheek. This kind may do very well in the Far West where girls are scarce and it is convenient to have those- who can kiss two fellows at on<>e. bnt thev would never be popular in the East where there are * not enough fellows to go around. Fogg? "There's that odious Mrs. FawnataiL How I do dislike that woman!" Brown?"O, come now, you're prejudiced. You're not acquainted with her yet: you've only seen her two or three times; vou'll like her better after *_* 1 jfUU. (JULUO LU XJJU?Y uci, sue u givyfT s/u you." Fo^g?"The deuce she will! Well, sir, I hate parasites." You want to know why it is called the English sparrow, do you, Ethel? Well, dear, it is because it is very English in its ways. Making more noise than any other bird of its size, quarrel- * ing all the time that it is not eating, and seeming to think that this great universe was created for its especial benefit That is why it is called the English sparrow, Ethel.?boston PosL . Almost from the time man is born .. he is anxious to see his name in the newspaper. A little fellow of some \ i six years came in to his mother the ' other day and. said with a good deal of excitement: "I'm going to have my : name put in the Palmer Journal. I've licked two fellows, and I want ' my name put in the paper." And he proceeded at once to write a note to < the editor. A well-known physician of this city claims to have caught a two and onefourth pound trout the other day, and i now we learn that the same day a small boy seining for minnows in Hale's ? uiuui*. iiccicu a oimuai uaiu ?y m a strange coincidence, surely, and if we did not have the utmost confidence in the boy we should think the doctor had been fishing with a silver hook.? Burlington Free Press. Shakspearean chestnut: "You do not love me any more, John. When we were first married you did not dash away in such a hurry-after supper and you never forgot to kiss me. "O, well, ehild, don't fret I'm as fond of kissing you as ever, but I'm in a bigger hurry. I'm only like Brutus. "What do you mean?" "Why, you know that i." was not that he loved t*. seize 'er less, but he loved t' roam more." 'A Englishman?"I, aw, see, aw, that the divine Mawy Anderson is to reside in "Rnorlnnr? r>f?rm<menfclv know?'1 American?"So I have heard" "Could't leave deah old England, ye know, after she got acquainted, ye know." "Oh, that was not it" "It was not?" "Oh, no: she has determined never to marry, and wants to keep out of temptation; that's alL"? Philadelphia Call. < "It is my unalterable decision, Clara," he said firmly: "I cannot walk nn thn oTr^rmn with xrrm if tvw^Ia is to accompany us. You must chooue between him and me. It rests with you, Clara, if our engagement shall be broken ^ofl'." "Oh, George!" the girl replied, and her face assumed an asben hue; "this is all so sudden. You must give mc time to think it over. One week, George, and you shall have your answer." A 10-year-old Rochester boy on the cars coming to Troy, the other day, became hungry about 11 o'clock, and began an attack upon the bountiful lunch that had been prepared for him. A gentleman who sat behind him was moved to remark; "My boy, if you eat much now you won't have any appetite ? ~i n M' i.L- 4. ior your uinner. j.o wmcu me suian little fellow replied; "Well, I guess if I haven't any appetite I shan't want any dinner." The gentleman had no more to say. ? Troy Tunes. Dr. John C. Spencer, of New York, who was arrested for shooting three pet cats belonging to a neighbor that kept his invalid wife awake and other: wise disturbed her by their nocturnal caterwaulings, has been acquitted. This is as it should be. A man who owns cats and dogs that disturb the neighborhood should kill them; if he does not, any one else who does this public and philanthropic act should be protected by the law.?llochester Demo crat. A good old deacon in Connecticut was very pious and fond of clam?. When once upon a time he attended a Rhode Island clambake he overtaxed his capacity, and was sorely distressed. But his faith in prayer was unabated. , Leaving the party, and going down on his knees behind a tree, he was heard to supplicate: "Forgive me, O, Lord, this great sin of gluttony. Restore my health, anil I will never eat any more clams." Then, after a judicious pause, "Very few, if any. Amen."? Christian at Work. An Athens man, when he asked his wife to marry him, promised her that if he ever got too poor to pay for the family washing he would scrub the clothes himself. He has reached that point of poverty, and the lady holds Vv/im- Ha LULU IU UIO UVUi. A-?V4; ?AW may be seen with his coat off at work over the wash tub.?Savannah ( OcL) Times. - m ^ During the last nine years France has spent nearl? $5,000,000 per annum on increasing and reorganizing her university institutions. i