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J "^\ . '' " " .. I P ' ' : ' ' P " " - , ' - . -wv,. ... ,~m ABBEVILLE PRESS AND BANNER! BY HUGH WILSON. ABBEVILLE, S. C.. WEDNESDAY, MAY 2, 1883. . NO. 46. VOLUME XXVIL^U . i ^ y my own shall come. *- ' SUFFICIENT UNTO THE DAY, Because in n day of my days to como There waiteth a grief to be, Shall my he art grjw faint, aaJ ray lips be ] dumb, In this day that is bright for me ? Because of a subtle sense of pain, Like a pulsa-bjat threads! through The bliss of my thought, shall I daro refraia From delight from the pure and true ? In the harvest fields shall I coase to glean Since the bloom of tin spring has Hoi ? Shall I veil my eye* t"> tho noonday she?n Since the dew of tho morn hath sped ? Nay, phantom ill with warning hand, ! Nay, ghosts of tho weary past; Serene as in arm or of faith I stand, Yemay not hold me fa?t. Your shadow? a-roxs my sun may fall, But fts bright th9 sua shall shino; For I walk in a light ye cannot pall, The light of tho King Divine. And whatever He sends from day to day. I am snnA iVnf TI ntimn i? T,nvr>: And Ho never will let me 1o3j my way To my rest i:i His home above. MY TP,II' TO NEW YORK, j On one of the moist disagreeable j ^ days of last March 1 walked two miles ! WP~ to the postollice; not tlr.it I expected : ' anything special, but then one must; go somewhere. To my surprise 1 i lound a letter. It was from my old school friend, Marv Ann Bromley, now j Mrs. Ki -hard Remington, of New j York. This is what she wrote: My Dear Martha Hates Perry?You know ] as well as I do, tint ytfn birthday comes ou | the Ides of March. I like to refer to it in that way. It sounls chs.?ical. On that day you are to receive your legacy from your greataunt Ferry, if you ask for it, according to instructions. It follows that yoa must come to Now York, and being iu Sex York, you must come to me. To confide to you a secret: I do not find life in New York perfectly delectable, with a hus'iand who is oh- j livious of my existence eighteen hours out j of twettv-fo Jr. But then the: e are compensa tions. I shall present to you Scipio Africanus, a prince in exile, who amuses me intensely. Moreover, h? cooks me toothsome dinners and drives me out. Rick wiil take time to look u:j from his briefs Ions; enough to assure you that he is "very glad to see yon"?which will be the trulh. Do not fail to write me ju>t when to expect you, that we mayn?3t yoa?the prince and myself, the prince will be on the box. You. know you were always such a goo e. dear, but always the clearest of dears, to your friend. miuian b. rkmtnoton. I read this letter sitting on the settee behind the molasses cas'i in the postollice, put it in my pocket, tied down my veil, drew on my wojlen mittens and started home in the teeth of the north wind in about as ; dazed a condition as I had ever been j in my life. I could not even trust myself to think till I had found Neil.! Nell was my next youngest sister, j Tom came between us. 'Pom was; nineteen, Nell was seventeen, and, j though four yoarj y junger than T, she j was wonderfully clever, and could see J daylight through a perplexity -while 1; was adjusting my glasses. I found j Nell in the kitchen trying to make the I dish-wiper descril e an exact horizon- j tal with the line, behind the stove. < She deliberately wiped her hand), an \ ' gave the little sheet a hurried glance j up and down (but in that one glance j she took it all in), then hande I it back , with a decided nod of approval. " Patty?I'd offer you my hand if I j was sure of its being clean." " What wou'd you do, Nell, if you j were in my place?" " If I were in your plaee, you lempter! ,Why don't you ask mo! what I would not do?" " That is it, Nell, you can see your way to the end of everything before I accomplish the first steps." ' Well, then your first steps lie in the direction of the postoflice, with an | acceptance of your friena's invita-1 tion." "Nell?you know I've never been twenty miles from home in my life? ; you know that old legacy, is it worth i going after?1 have no idea it is any- i thing but a few moth-eaten stuff 1 dresses." 'Tatty, n*ver mind the legacy?i very likely it isn't worth the price of a 1 new pair of shoes, but what of that; j it's ths going to New York, and the j visit with Marian, and the prince on ; the box?and?" "Oh," I cried?hotly, "he's a hum-' bug, anyway I have no faith in him,! and I shall ull Marian so \vh> n I write j her; she was always taking up with | humbugs?and that's why she took up with me." " Tell her what you please, only write lur," sad Nell, putting over the potatoes for dinner. After dinner I Avrote my letter, i Nell insisted that I should go that very ! week. "It isn't but a minuto now to i your birthday anyway, and you want to make the most and best of your visit." "But, Nell, where is the money to come from ?" "Never mind the money, we can manage that! Potatoes sell for $1 it bushel now, and I heard Tom say i there were thirty bushel? over in the | cellar." "But the going is only the begin-! ning," cried J, throwing myself into i the old chintz-covered rjeking chair by j the south window. What a:n I to do | when I get there? It's all very well for you, who nave seen soineuung, of folks and of place?; youVe had two quarters' schooling in Brown I academy, and you Know something to . begin with; while I have digged and j delved in this kitchen all my life, v< u kn?w 1 have!" She came over to m? J quickly, but I hadn't had my say yet. , "It's been pim-h here, and pinch there : with all of us, ami the only a jcomplish raent I possess of my childhood's furnishing is old Meb's wanvhoop." "I would do it then, now, if I wanted to," said Nell, smiling. "You won't! Then you shall feteti." She sat down and put her arm around me. uJ)r> von suppose, brave heart, that r ^ Tom and 1 and all the rest of us, beginning with father and ending with Tot, do you suppose that we don't know that you have kept us, body and soul? Yoi have been mother"' (she stopped a moment with a little choke), Kova lmun <i?tor nml ft.nineilor J K.I U <i?tv ww and friend, bread and butter, and sunshine, and life to us all, and while you have been all this, what have you done for yourself? Talk about furnishing ?talk about accomplishment! Patty, you're a walking encyclopedia an I you - know i<t! No, I won't stop. You have not lived on the top of the cars to b? sure, but you can repeat more Shakeeaspre." I put my hand over her mouth. "Whatgood will Shakespeare do me? It is you who ought to go in my place, and you shall," cried J, springing up. " As if I could! Is my na ne Martha Pates Perry? Was I the first born, named from my great-aunt Paten, i m.. >inr cncpMScnr t<? <rn to New York on my twenty-first birthday, and receive in "due form whatever there might be?as you've very well known all your life?" finished Nell, springing up and spreading out her hands. And so, as the situation seemed to be forced upon me, I couldn't do any bettcv than to prepare for it. I mended my black alpaca dress and sent for a pint of ammonia to cleanse my old broadcloth cloak. 1 gave Ndl minute instructions about household matters ? how long to boil the beans for Saturday and how much salt to put in the t brown breUd. "Now, Dame Dueden, please don't!" said Nell, tossing the fifth piir of mended stockings into the basket. " I will take good care, ycru may be sur^, and don't >*ou forget all ab >ut ns." "Oh, Nell, as if 1 ever could!" "Then forget all about the baked beans and brown bread part of us. ;md buy yourself a nice dress and be tlie queen you deserve to be." ft I looked over at NelL She had j her in heavy puffs on- tiu; top of her head and the frill around her neck was as white as snow. She had s:it down where the gold from the west window touched her hair to such a bronze. Xo painter could ever hope J to catch it, tluugh I could well believe he might almost wish to die for it. A ffoi. ilinnor Hio ilnv hpfrirp T WJIS to leave home, I went up into the garret, broom in hand, anil dusted, in-i le and out, an old horee-hair trunk which had done duty through two generations of my ancestors. To cleanse it from the dust ot' two decades and drag it to the i light of day, down a tortuous, winding pair of back stairs to my chamber was the work of an hour. I had folded a newspaper in the bottom and had commenced the unique task of packing when Nell opened the door of mv room. "In the name of all that's human, what are you doing?" " Trying to o?ax my six linen col'ars, and as many handkerchiefs to adapt themselves "to the dimensions of this paper box," I replied, s jueezing down the cover. Xell itood a moment as if undecided what to d> next, tlrn she suddenly! collapsed in the doorway, and threw j her apron over her head, rocking her-, self ba^k and furih, and sending out1 peal after peal ot' laughter. " When you gjt ready or recover yourself," I said, "perhaps you will be willing to tt 11 me what you are laughing at." "That trunk 1 horse-hair in Xew i Votk ! Why Patty, it was that iden-, tical trunk that Mrs. No ill used before | she went into the ark, and it has sur?r .1 4.* 4-Vw. !?? w>t?a i>um . " Which I regard ;is a clear illustra- i tion of the survival of the fitted," I replied, laying in a dress. "But you know I hive a better one, i at least I have one that does not look ! quite so much like a mummy case as ; that, and to drag that trunk in here,! and lay it figuratively speaking at j your feet, shall be mv first?" J planted myself firmly against the j door. ' Xo, Nell, that trunk is yours, | not mine, you picked berries for that trunk in the broiling sun, while I?" "Staid at home and cooked us something to eat over a broiling stove. It j belongs to you as much as to me and J you shall lake it." "Xo, Xell, I will not; I ain a perfect | goose, 1 know, but I will not be a per- j feet sham?I will go down to Xew j York, neither the one thing nor the other?only just what I am. I will take no borrowed finery and no borrowed trunk." "But couldn't we manage to pull out thosa horrid brass letters on the side?" Marian will know you when she sees you." ?_ i t t.i.? owi ? t " iUlU X lJir< 11 flic omi.i, , flaring up. u M. 1\ stands for Martin Perry; it also stands tor Martha Perry, that's my name, and I'm not going back upon it until I do something to disgrace it. The U. in the middle needn't make any great difference that! I can see." " Wait till you get back from Xew j Vork, and then t"ll me what you think about the P. in the middK you un-1 worldly creature," laughed Nell, as I ! slamiued down the cover, and she'j helped me fasten the old strap. "And nc.v," said I, "onein >rething j remains?I must rush to the woods. 11 must give myself one more Indian warwhoop, if I die for it." "Oh, it won't kill you, you will live ! Jill the longer! take the carving knife j with you for a tomahawk and if you j meet the ghost of old Meb in the forest i shades, give her my compliments; and j be sure and be back in time for supper j ?it's poor economy to be absent at I meal time." Nel was laughing, as she shut the doors after me. but she unconsciously i used a wor I that sent my nerves all; reas wing. " Economy," didn't I know I all about its hatelul twists and turns, j Wasn't I the oldest of six children and j father's farm stuck like a ridge pole j rornpr ! UU tun * CI J iv/vrwwv, ./iu.?v,v | of all Xew England, with its sterile ' pasturage, its wood-lawns, its gaping j corner luts an 1 its tumble-down build- j ings, descended to him from his father, I covered all over with mortgages at I that?the only thing that had stood | between us and the poorhouse. Hadn't I seen my mother's pale face grow j paler every year, fill three years before | the first day of winter, she placed in j my arms the little baby for whose life ! she gave her own! I accepted the! trust as an older sister's portion, and ; henceforth life I.came to me m >re , than ever a duty. The only chara ^ter ! thit gave any originality to my child-1 head was the Indian woman Meb, who j strolled into my native town without \ giving any account of the way she came, and who after a while disap- j paired mysteriously. ]5ut she taught j me the war-whoop of her tribe, and I had never forgotten it. There had i 'jeen times when it had been my j safety-valve. That night I held Tot longer than I usual lingering over the undressing. Come what might. I had always given ; the child her half-hour every night. It i was her time; I brushed her blonde I curls and sang softly to her. Before ! I retired father came stumbling into j ray room and placed twenty dollars in i my hand. 1 wanted to thank him, but j somehow I couldn't speak?words "stuck in my throat" so, these last J davs. 'I 's'pose you won't hev to pay from | the depot to Richard Remington's j house, though I should rutlier pay my way in a spectable manner, than to be beholden to such a feller an Mary Ann Bromley describes. Mary Ann lirom- i ley was allers a high flier, in mj opinion, an' I du hope she won't get , you into trouble with h?r flighty! ways." He turne.l to g;> out, and I opened ' j the door for him. 1 think I never ap| preci ited th? sterling integrity of my ; father's character as 1 did at that minute. One thing thaA he had said i revealed the true motives of lib life, j i lie was an old man?old and broken . before his y< a~s, b >wed down, with their accumulated weight; his hands were rough with toil, his manners were not formed after Chesterfield; he was not always s ire of his English, hut thank God, my father was an honest man. " To pay his way" had been the rule of his life. tiin Vnu* Vat-1/ r?tl timrv T It e ill 11 V I. U ILL 1 .....W, . j and Mrs. Noah's trunk, mv best black ! alpaca an<l my made-over broadcloth ! cloak. All I have to say about the I circunstance is, briefly, if I was not j equal to the occasion, Murlan Keming! ton \v;is. I found lier ;is utterly unlike ; what J remembered of her as one ; wo.nan c>uld possibly be unlike ani other, and vet t' ere was the same 1 warm heart behind it all! If ever ! mortal made crooke I paths straight I and rough places plain, she did. EveryI thing was delightful to me but the { "Prince," and toward him I did not relent. " I am surprised at you, Marian," I j said, " not to see the evil in that man. j If I kn >w anything, I know he is not j to be (ru^tc!!." Marian only laugh rd. "Your judg me.it is at fault, my dear. He has i be n wi h us a year, and I have never I had occasion to doubt his honesty; and ! for his dinners, you must confts; they ; are faultless." They certainly were, i \tv HirHifinv snn rose without a I ?*J V -I cloud; March was evidently making up | his mind to scttli down to steady, I quiet work. Witn the old yellow ' paper, containing the instructions of ' my great-aunt Bates?who", hy tho i way, 1 had never seen?Marian and I > ma le our way without any trouble to j the pla;e designated. " A mnre antii quated spot could notbefuund in New i York," said Marian, as she lifted the j heavy brass knocker. " I wonder it | has not fallen or pushed aside, ages j agone." i Judge cf my surprise when, all prei liminarifs having been arranged, I was made the recipient of a square tin box ! whatever it might contain it hail no weight to speak of, there wa? no jingling, no rattling, no moving from one side to another. It was as empty as air, and light as a leather. There was no key to unlock it, no word accompanying it. On our way home Marian ordered the "exile" to stop at Mr. Remington's oflice, and there in the midst ot' a profound stillness. save for the squeaking of the rusty hinges as they yielded to Mr. Remington's "open s-same," guiltless of wrappings or adornment of any kind, we solemnly drew forth a brown <sMr>kin<r b:iff?we turned it inside and out, held it up to the light of day, opened it this way and that?there was nothing else?not even as much as a ball of yarn or a skein of thrumbs. Then we went home, Marian and I. We did not laugh much, we certainly did not cry; tho whole thing seemed so li'<e the freak of imbecility it was i pitiable, but I was glnd that I nor any of my family had ever built any , air castles over my legacy, that we had never stopped in our busy whirl to give it a thought. "When got to my room I opened my horse-hair trunk, and deposited it, tin box and all, safe in the bottom. It was a thud in my room that awoke me. I cannot describe it by any other word. It was not a footstep?it was not the turning of a key, or the grating of a fde in the lock, or the opening of a door. It was not outside or in the wall, but right in my room. So perfectly did I possess myself, when I awoke, that I was able instantly to locate myself and my belongings. As I lay perfectly stiil, I heard a clock striking tli3 hour of " two" ?the dead hour ol the night. Presently, there was a little stir, as of the moving of cautious feet on the carpet, toward my bed. 1 was able then to locate the stand. My trunk stood in the corner of the room, J 1 * * 12 Lnil T near tne uoor leuuiug tu me h<*.i. x had locked this door when I retired but the intruder must have picked his way there, for the room had no other access. Whoever ho was, he was making his way straight lor *me. What coul I I do? I thought of my poor old father and Nell, and the boy?of Tot iisleep in her warm bed. of what I had me'int to do for them all. 1 thought of my old home, aod of the cozy corner where I used to sit and read in the afternoons, of my books and their belongings. This had occupied but a second, but in it 1 had lived years. A little jar of the bed! lie was there, then. Marian's room was separated from mine by a double wall. If I screamed she might not hear me. Was there nothing, then, nothing? I lifted a silent prayer for help and the answer came like a flash. It was the accomplishment I received from old Meb that saved me. I concentrated all my strength in nnf> wild whooi). It was enough to wa'ce all the sleeping Indians west of the Mississippi. Something clicked against the bedpost and somebody rushed out of my room, hitting his feet against my trunk at the door, with more noise and less ceremony than he had observed in entering. "You have had a terrible nightmare," said Marian, shivering all over, " I thought every redskin that ever lived was nourishing a tomahawk over my defenseless head?I hope I've got my scalp left." "Marian, how did you get ioto ray room ?" " Found the door wide open?lucky that your door was not locked, though Kick would have burst the door to have reached you." "Is there anything under my bed?" " Dreaming yet, are you, dear?" She smiled as she stooped. The nightlamp in her hand flashed over some thing on the carpet. Lt was a burglar s file. Scipio African us must have received an urgent call to his own country, for lie was never seen thereafter in this. I suppose he thought that tin box contained valuables; failing to find it under my pillow, he would have searched my trunk. " "Who would have believed it of him," said Marian, the next day at dinner. April Fool's day came on Saturday, last year, if a mine of silver had opened at my feet in New York, I believe 1 should have hastened home to spend the day with the children. We used to make it a kind of high day. I had come on with my tin box and stocking-bag?just the same, however, and alter a morning of merry-making I sat down with Nell to mend stockings. It is strange about this bag,"' said Nell, tugging away at a stitch with the point of Her scissors. "Whatis strange about it?" " Don't you notice how it puckers in this corner? It seems as if it was not cut evenly, or else?" I wai honeycombing the heel of Tom's new sock and didn't notice Nell's suaden silence till she pulled at my sleeve "Patty!" She held a little paper in her hand. " I found it sewed in this seam." She had spread it out and was trying to read it: "To any one who has wit and perseverance enough to find this paper, I give and bequeath?" " Why, Tatty! what does it mean?" "It means, my dear Nell," said I, glancing over the paper and noting the signature, "it means that you have been left a fortune and you are going to be the queen you deserve to be, and that I am the true April fool after all!"?Springfield Republican. The City Re<fs. Every bootblack in London has burst in on his box the words, " The City Reds." The bootblacks al wear brilliant scarlet coats and have on round caps with a red band about them and a brass number on the band, j If you go along the Strand or any other principal street about 5) i o'clock in the morning, you will meet I them in squads, with their boxes set i jauntily on their heads and their j hands in their pockets marching as if they were a company of soldiers, gen| erally .ringing some of the popular songs of tiie day. At. intervals the)1 j drop one of their number, and there j he stands, spying, " Bleak sir, bleak?" and bleak enough it is for tliem around some of the London street corners on a j winter's day. Asa general thing there j is a notice on the box which says, " W< use Bunkum's blacking," and for this ; Mr. Bunkum gives them the blacking ; free. When you put your foot on this | box the red coat (lings himself on his I knees and goes to work with a will j The blacking-box is probably insidt i the kit, but the patron of the black arl never sees ic. me ooy Keeps u gre?n j smear of blacking on the side of tin i foot-box, and with his fingers he rub.< i the blacking taken from this smeai on to the ho jt. lie is generally veri expert and very respectful, touching i his cap and saying "Thank you" witl ; quite a grateful air as he gets his tw< cents, for a Londoner never thinks o 1 giving more for a shine. Opposed to Oaths. John Bright, as a Quaker, is opposet . to the administration of oaths. II ; says: "The practice of swearing t {the truth of anything, makes tw kinds of truth or truthfulness. I , oaths are of any avail, by so much a ' they make truth more certain, by s ' much thoy lessen the value of ai j ordinary statement, and diminish th i probability of its truth. If ignoran i persons are not sworu, they think the may t 11 lies with impunity, and thei ! lying is made to a large extent blame less in their eyes." | Children have more need of model than of critics. - . ffi&k " THE BAD BOY AND JUS PADEIVEN" FEOM HOME ON ACCOUET OF A LITTLE JOKE. Tht (Smcnrjintui Lick* a Stump for the little Imp?IIow the Bad lioy Was Sent Adrift by 111* I'a. " Say, will you do me a favor," asked the bad boy of the grocery man, as lie sat down on the soap box and put his wet boots on the stove. " Well, y-e-s," said the grocery man, hesitatingly, with a feeling that he was liable to be sold. " If you will help me to catch the villain who hangs up those disreputable signs in front of my store, I will. What is it V" " I want you to lick this stamp and put it on this letter. It is to my girl, and I want to fool her," and the boy handed over the letter and stamp, and while the grocery man was licking it and putting it on, the boy filled his pockets with dried peaches out of a box. " There, that's a small job," said the grocery man, as he pressed the stamp on the kttrr witji his thumb and handed it back. " But how are you going to fool hrr?" "That's just the business," said the boy, as he held the letter to his nose and smelled of the stamp. " That will make her tired. You see, every time she gets a lett-r from me she kisses the stamp, because she thinks I licked it. When she kisses this stamp and gets the fumes of plug tobacco, and stale beer, and litnburg checse, and moldy potatoes, it will knock her down, and then she will ask me what ailed the stamp, and 1 will tell her I got you to lick it, and then it will make her sick, and her parents will stop trading here. Oh, it will paralyze her. Do you know, you smell like a glue factory. (Josh, I can sni'll you all over the store. Don't you smell anything that smells spoiled? The grocery man thought he did smell something that was rancid, and he looked around the stove and finally icked the boy's boot off the stove and aid: "It's your boots burning. Grar>iniiu nnoti Hii-i Tf-. umollu lik'n !1 hot box on a caboose. Whew ! And there comes a couple of inv best lady customers." The ladies came in and held their handkerchiefs to their noses, and while they were trading the boy said, as though continuing the conversation: " Yea, pa says that last oleomargarine I got here is nothing but axle grease. Why don't you put your axle grease in a different kind of a package? The only way you can tell axle grease from oleomargarine is in spreading it on pancakes. Pa says axle grease will spread, but your alleged butter just rolls right up and acts like lip salve or ointment, and is only fit to use on a sore?" At this point tiie ladies went out of the store in disgust, without buying anything, and the grocery man took a dried codlish by the tail and went up to the boy and took him by the neck. "Gulblast you, I have a notion to kill you. You have driven away more custom from this store than your neck is worth. Now you git," and he struck the boy across the back with the codfish. " That's just the way with you all," says the boy, as he put his sleeve up to his eyes and pretended to cry, "when a fellow is up in the world, there is nothing too good for him, but when he gets down you maul him with a codfish. Since pa drove me out of the house, and told me to go shirk for my living, I haven't had a kind word from anybody. My chum's dog won't even follow me, and when a fellow gets so low down that a dog goes back on him there is nothing left for him to do but loaf around a grocery, or sit on a jury, and I am too young to sit on a jury, though 1 know more than some of the beats that lay around the court to get on a jury. 1 am going to drown myself and my death will he laid to you. They will find evidences of codiish on my clothes, and you will be arrested for driving me to a suicide's grave. Goodbye, I forgive you," and the boy started for the door. " Hold on here," says the grocery man, feeling that he had been too harsh. "Come back here and have some maple sugar. What did your pa ririvn vnn awav frnm home for?" " Oh, it was on account of St. Patrick's day," said the bad boy as he bit off half a pound of maple sugar and dried his tears. " You se.\ pa never sees ma buy a new silk handkerchief, but ho wants it. 'Totlier day ma got one of those orange-colored handkerchiefs, nnd pa immediately had a sore throat and he wanted to wear it, and ma let him put it on. I thought I would break him of taking everything nice that ma got, so when lie went downtown with the orange handkerchief on his neck, I. told some of the St. Patrick boys in the Third ward, who had green ribbons on. that the old duffer that was putting on style was an orangeman, and ho said he could whip any i>t. Patrick's day man in town. The fellers laid for pa, and when he came along one of them threw a barrel at pa, and another pulled the yellow handkerchief off his neck, and tl.ey all yelled hang him,' and one grabbed a r.ipe that was on the sidewalk where they were moving a building, and pa got up and dusted. You'd a dide to see pa run. He met a policeman and said more'n a hundred men had tried to murder him, and they had mauled him and stolen his yellow handkerchief. The policeman told pa his life was not safe and he better go home and lock himself in, and he did, and 1 was telling ma about how I got the boys to scare pa, and he heard it, and he told me that settled it. lie said I had caused him to run more foot races than any champion pedestrian, and had made his life unbearable and now I must go it alone. Now I want you to send a couple of pounds of crackers over to the house, and have your boy tell the hired girl that I have gone do?vn to the river ti i 1 ..I?A ?: ii 4-^11 urowil Iliysen, illlli Slir, ?|11 icn Mill, and ma will tell pa, and pretty soon i you will see a baldheadcd pussy in;in whooping it up toward the river wftli a rope. They may think, at time*, that I ain a little tough, but when it , comes to parting forever, they weaken. "Well, I am going down to the river, and I will leave my coat and hat by the wood yard, and get behind the t wood, and you steer pa down there [ and you will see some tall weeping | over them clothes, and maybe pa will r jump in after me, ami then I will J come out from behind the wood and j throw in a board for him t) swim ashore on. (Jood-bye. Give my | pocket comb to my chum," and the i boy went out and hung up a sign in j! front of the grocery, as follows : "Pop j corn that the cat has slept in, cheap for 5 pop corn balls for sociables."?Peck's . /8m w. [ It is better to yield a little than to 5 quarrel a great deal. The habit ol ^ standing up, as people call it, for their P (little) rights is one of the most disagreeable and undigiilied in the world Life is too short for the perpetua! bickerings which attend such a (lis . position; and unless a very momentous affair indeed, where other people's e claims and interests are involved, it is 0 a question if it is not wiser, happiei ^ and more prudent to yield somewhal of precious rights than squabble t( 3 maintain them. True wisdom is firsl ? pure, then peaceable and gentle. ? A five-year-old who went to schoo for the first time came homo at noon ^ and said to his mother: "Mamma, J don't think that teacher know: r much." "Why not, dear?" "Why she kept asking questions all the time s She asked where the Mississippi rive: was." ? ii SELECT SIFTINGS. The Iildian Territory is as large as the six New England States. A silver dime was found in the j oik of an egg recently broken at the Plankinton house, Milwaukeee. An eight-day clock that had been given to the wife of Douglas Ottinger, of Erie, Penn., as a wedding present by her husband, stopped at the very moment she died, and cannot bo start ed again. In a certain part of Texas, many miles from the coast, lie the remains of a ship, high and dry in the prairie grass. She is of Spanish build and supposed to have been driven inland by a tidal wave. Silver spring, in Georgia, is said to bfi thfi lartrest snrincr in tlifl world. It is the source of the'Oklawha river, which is sixty feet wide at the start, ten fest deop and with a current flowing two miles an hour. The oldest ion of Farmer Saunders of Richardson county, Xeb., cut out the tongue of his younger brother because he had threatened to tell their father of some offense that the elder brother had committed. A well-to-do farmer, living near Reading, Penn., created a sensation by bringing his three young aud handsome daughters into court as the plaintiffs in three separate actions for breach of promise of marriage. .Spven inches from the outside of a log in a Pennsylvania mill, the saw passed through a Tnalnut which was imbedded in the soliu 'ood. The shell and kernel of the nut was sound. The growth of the tree shows that the nut is at least fifty years old. A man living near Lake Louise, in Manitoba, picked up an armful of stinks and rarrvincr them home, threw , J ^?0 , them under the stove. In a few moments two of the sticks began crawling away, having developed into good-sized moccasin snakes. A railroad train in Virginia raa into a cow and cut the animal in two, the forequartm falling on one side of the railroad track and the hindquarters on the other side. The cow was with calf at the time, and the calf waj left on the outside of the roadbed alive. The owner of the cow raised the calf, which grew to be a cow, and was killed near tie spot where her mother was killed in 1853. His Honor and Bijah. The clocks had just struck midnight when the residents of two or three squares on Antoine street heard a wild voice singing: "Will I be missed when I am gone? Will tears be shed for me? When I so hence will grave suspense Ee felt on land and 6ea?" One citizen raised his window and advised the singer to take in his voice bel'ore a club hit it. Another snapped a revolver at hiiu. A third said he would come down and make him sing a different tune, and those who didn't get out of bed were too mad to go to sleep for the next hour. And the singer leaned against a hydrant and continued: "My love, she lives in Savannah, And?h? wipes her nosa on a bandana, And she calls me her Joe, Bocnuso, don't you know, I call her my ducky dear Hannah." This was too much. Three different citizens issued from their doors to pulverize the midnight intruder, but just J then a policeman awoke from his beau! tiful dreams and turned the corner and I said: "Stop that or down you go !" " Ta ainnrinor aorm'nst. t.llfi law?" e>?a -o "It is." " I don't believe it! I will now give you a gem from my repertoire: " Oh ! many a time I feel so sad, And I-" "Shut up!" "1 won't!" " Then come along!" There was a struggle, but the law ; triumphed and the singer was led away : and locked up. lie was a forlorn sight j as he appeared before his honor with 1 his coat split up the back. " Is this Thomas Saunders?" asked i the court. "Yes, sir; this is all that's left of ; the gentleman by that name." j " And you disturbed the peace?" "Well, sir, I felt moody and low, spirited, and I arose from my bed and j walked and sang. Longfellow used to do the same tiling." " Yes, but midnight is no . time to ' go 'round screaming at the top of your ; voice." ! "Screaming?, Sir, I sing instead of 1 cnrfli m t.pt mp rr{ vp vou a few notes I o- - 1/ in my best tenor." [ "J)on't do it! The case is bad ' enough already." " But 1 will sing !" "If you do I'll send you up!" " I'll sing if you send ine up for life. Everylody keep still now while I get the pitch ! Here I go : "Oh! where are the days of my childhood? | Oh! where nre the friends of my youth? | Oh! where are the paths in the wild wood? ! Oh! jvhere- " Bijah prosed down on him at this ! moment, and the song was bitten short j off. " I'll make it thirty days," observed ' the court. I " Let me sing another v^rse and you can make it sixty," replied the pris! oner. " No, sir." " t?h "11 wov ?n fn " wen, in oius aJ1 t,,? " v "i' vv the workhouse, and all the time I'm there, iind when I get out I'll come around to your house some night about midnight and sing for a full | hour." "If you do I'll set seven dogs on : you and run you into the river. Call i the next case."?Ddroit Free Press. Mongolian Gamblers in New York. One Lung High, a Celestial gentle! man of leisure, says that all the houses | in Mott street inhabited by Chinese are gambling dens except two. The ! proportion ot' Mongolian gaming rej sorts in Pell street is even greater. ; There are two hundred professional ; Chinesi gamblers in the city. They I make their living off the simple and ' industrious luundrymen around town, i Two ^thousand dollars has been j lost at their tables in one night by a i single player. Most of the yellow j men returning to China from New I York are gamblers who have been lucky. A number of Chine se l'aro dealers have gone back to the lloweryland with $4,OUO apiece, the result of a single years successnu imiiKiiig in tuun special line. Mongolian laundrymen are so infatuated with games of hazard that they have often lost in Mott street the savings of months and then > gambled away their clothes, shoes and tiat-irons. As large a sum as $250 is sometimes put up on one game, and ' i won or lost in a moment. The largest ' bank in Mott street has a capital of $10,000. The smaller one ones have $:300 and $400 each. An average ! bank has about $4,000. They play ; mostly "skin games." A Chinaman who last year lel't the earnings of " several years at a gambling house in Mott street is said to have committed I! suicide, though the fact was never ' j made public. 51 "When t>he yellow gamblers loie 51 heavily they get excited and knock i I each other down or draw their knives r and join in a general light. The ca. es ^ of assault and battery among Chinese > which como up at the Tombs police k: court almost invariably are gambling I rows. The combatants either Sght in I the gaming den or rush from it into 11 the street and join battle there. By a , I tactic agreement neither defendant or 1 complainant permits the character of i the resort they were in to be known , to the court. When the game does . not run right the gamblers adjourn to r the sidewalk and hari-kari each other there.?New York Journal. . ONE WEEK OF FESTIVITIES. CLOSE OP A SEASON OF UNWONTED GAYETIES IN BUSSIA. Curions Feature* of Onrnlvnl Week In St. Petcr?bura~Tlie Unlimited Eatinr of linckwbeat Cnkea. A correspondent writes that the brilliant festivities inaugurated in St. Petersburg during the past winter were fitly terminated by,the carnival week. The chief features of a Russian carnival consist in the unlimited eating of buckwheat cakes and the riding on Bleighs with three horses?the Russian "troika"--at a furious rate of speed. Poor and rich, high and low, all contrive for a whole week to eat buckwheat cakes at least twicj a day?for breakfast and dinner; all other dishes are well nigh discarded for the time, the Russians feeding exclusively on buckwheat cakes, which they eat with butter, salt anil fresh half liquid caviar, taking as many as five, and even to twenty of such at a time, according to the accommodating capacity of one's stomach. Bets are made among ?men of all social standing, and an occasional sensation is produced when a happy mortal gains the distinction of eating an extraordinary number of these hot cakes. For my part, I have known instances when men would eat on a bet as many as forty buckwheat cakes of a saucer's size at one meal, helping them down with draughts of red wine or hot tea. Such feats are not ol ten .achieved, however, because most of the betters believe in helping down the cakes with champagne, and this combination is apt to submit the system to quite an exceptional strain. To make room for the cakes the dinner is generally cut down to a cup of clear "bouillon;" then comes the cakes, brought in a number of times wrapped in napkins to keep them hot; then game is served, of which no one is any more able to partake, and light French "patisserie," champagne and a desert wind up such a dinner. Parties are organized for " troika'' riding to some of the popular out of town resorts, such as Strelna, Elagin Ostrov, Krestovsky, etc. All persons participating in such a winter picnic assetniue at tne iion.se or one 01 uisir common friends; the young people arrange between themselves who is to ride in each of the sleighs, which are of a peculiar shape?very wide and low, with seats for at least six persons, two or three men and as many women seating themselves in each. A couple ot- sledges are given up to the band of musicians who accompany the party. As soon as the place of their destination is reached champagne, cav.'are, buckwheat cakes and fruit are served, a liberal lunch is sent out to the coachmen and the musicians, and forthwith dancing begins?sometimes in fancy costumes ?lasting far into the small hours of the morning. It is considered the correct thing to spend the whole carnival week in eating, drinking, mad driving and furious dancing, to the utter neglect of all regular occupa uuua auu uu^mcoo, ^ The last carnival wai exceptiona'ly gay in St. Pttersburg, the imperial court giving the example of almost unprecedented display of amusements, such as balls and sauttr e'. A highly successful picnic, organized by tho Prince of Oldenburg, was followed by another picnic in which all the haute voice and the imperial family participated, 100 troikas driving as many sledges to the Elagin Ostrov. Notwithst inding all the rage for amusement everything went on smoothly and in perfect order. A Novelette of the Period. " Somebody must go for the doctor.' j It was Heine du Fac who spoke, and her words fell ominously on that little band of watchers. One of their number must brave the violence of the storm ; a human life was at stake. There was silenci for a moment; then Mark Maston said, in a low, lirm voice, " I will go." Peine heard him and turned deadly pale, dui no sounu 01 emouog jmssuu her lips, and no one noticed her pallor in the growing dusk. A mi unto passed, the door slammed, and Mark was gone. There were two roads to Paxton, where the doctor lived, tho highway and the beach. The distance was shorter by the beach, but the way more perilous ; for at Hood tide the waves lashed high the cliffs which shut off retreat inland. It took Mark Maston but an instant to decide his course; every moment was precious, and he must try the beach. lie glanced along the shore; the water was about twenty fieet from the cliffs, which presented their rugged front to the whistling eastern blast. Thinking only of the loved ones at home he dashed along. Two miles before him a headland projected into the sea. If this was passed Mark Maston was safe. On he sped. The gale caught the spray of the breakers and whirled it against the cliffs, drenching the bold messenger to fkaahn VUV At lust the headland came in sight. Mark stopped, and, shading his eves, gazed fixedly ahead. A shudder shook his frame. While he looked a mighty billow came rushing in from the sea and dashed high on that projecting cliff. Turn back, Mark Maston; turnback or you are doomed! But no; wit'i clinched teeth he ran on?on to certain death. But is it certain? Can he do it? Can he reach there in time? Yes, gentle reader, I think ho can, if lie plods right along. It is only half a mile, and he has got nine hours and a quarter to do it in. The tide is going out. Mark Maston is savc-d: Tiie sea is "cheated of its prey!" Cheap Whit? Sponges. It is well to be economical, says an exchange, but there is n) economy in buying certain articles becauss they are offered at low prices. Attention hiis frequently been called, for instance, t) t!ie white sponges which are offered for sale by street peddlers and at che.ip fan-y goods shop-t. To begin with they ure njt what tliey are represented to be?namely, line sponges. On the contrary, the/ are very coarse, as a rule, their high color being due to a liberal use of chloride of lime. There would be no harm in this artificial bleaching process were the salt entirely washed out ot th ? sponge by soaking it in clear water or by a solution of an anti-chlorine. But this is not done, as your nose will tell you, and the result has been that people who have used the sponges for toilet purposes have been affected with inflamed and smarting eyes. Concerning the use of chloride of lime by these dealers in cheap sponges, a story is told by a 2s'e\v York paper that it is to disinfect the sponges, a necessarv process, because of the pre viou.s uses to which they have been devotoil?washing wounds on hospital patients, and other service. It is <iitlicult to believe that the hospital authorities would permit sponges once used by them to be disposed of at any price. But the sale of them by thoughtless, if not unprincipled servants, could easily be effected without the knowledge of the supervisors of a hospital. Even if they are not sold by servants, they may, sooner or later, reach the ragpicker's hook and from them pass to a bleach kettle. The place to put them where they will do the least harm io the boiler furnace. Chicago lias had sixty-nine un doubted murders since the beginning of the year 1831, and of all the murderers only one has been hanged. THE FARM AND HOUSEHOLD. Maxims Tor Urapc Grower*. 1. Prepare the ground in fall; plant in spring. 2. Give the vino plenty of manure, old and well decomposed; for fresh manure excites growth, but does not mature it. 3. Luxuriant growth does not always insure fruit. 4. Dig deep, but plant shallow. 5. Young vines produce beautiful fruit, but old vines produce the richest. 6. Prune in autumn to insure growth; but in the spring to produce Jruitfulness. 7. Plant your vines before you put up trellises. 8. Vines, like ?ld soldiers, should have good arms. 9. Prune spurs to one developed bud; for the nearer the old wood the higher flavored the fruit. 10. Those who prune long must soon climb. 11. Vine leaves love tho pun; the fruit the sha le. k-? -n i ? e , of tho I 1L? JLiYViy ICtii I1U3 a vuu c?w vnv base, and either a bunch of fruit or a tendril opposite it. 13. A tendril is an abortive fruit bunch?a bunch of fruit a productive tendril. i 14. A bunch of grapes without a healthy leaf opposite ii like a ship at sea without a rudder?it can't come to port. 15. Laterals are like some politicians; if not checked they are the worst of thieves. . Butter Making. It should not be forgotten that good butter may be spoiled in the churning. In fact, from milkpail to butter there is no point in butter making that can be slighted wit'.i impunity. ~I3ut in overclaiming there is a danger of ruining the texture of the butter and giving it a greasy, waxy appearance or consistency. If churning, from one cause or another, is unduly prolonged there is a tendency to the formation I of high-llavored acids, which in [ proper quantity would produce rancidity. Moreover, overchurning frequently causes white specks (o appear in the butter, as they I also are caused by having the cream ! too sour. Every butter maker knows j that it is next to impossible to wash I out these white specks, hence the I necessity nf preventing their exist| ence. if tlie cream is stirred every day before churning there will be much I less danger of the specks, though this, of course, cannot prevent their appearance if caused by overchurning. If cream is kept a whole week before it is churned its temperature previous to churning should be about fifty degre?s; if kept only three days or so, sixty-two degrees. In late fall or winter cream sometimes tastes bitter, the bitterness arising from the cows having eaten some such plant as the ragweed (Ambrosia artemesiaefolia), or it may arise from unhealthy milk secretions. If the latter be known to be the case good butter need not be expected as Ion# as the unfortunate cow is in the "milk business." Great care is necessary also in the working of the butter. Churning should cease when the butter is in small lumps of l.n oi'/u nf a np.1 TllMl dfJlW Off tllC buttermilk and wash the butter until ,'he water runs off clear. In working be careful to avoid bringing the mass to a sticky consistency, by which means the " grain " or texture of the butter is destroyed. Instead of smoothing and patting, if a ladle is used, cut off slices and press them together. Butter workers should supersede the ladle and bowl in every family where butter is made, since double the quantity of butter, with greater ease and in much less time, can be worked by them; and it is tho highest economy to save hard labor where a slight outlay will do it, and yet enable one to nnrfnrm t.hft work more effectually. Much has been said about the salting of butter, and we presume tha the old recipe of an ounce to a pound is still the guide with most, as it proves the best. " Independent of its effects as a condiment," said the late Mr Willard, "salt has two distinct ollices to serve in butter making, viz., to remove buttermilk as far as possib'e from the ports of the butter and tc render innocuous what can be thus extracted." Penetrating the buttermilk it converts it into brine, which renders rancidity almost if not quite impossible. It is well to work about three-quarters of au ounce of salt when the butter is tirst taken from the churn and another quarter say in twentyfour hours, i r at the last working, and under no circumstances should anything different from the best quality of salt be used.?American Cultivator Farm mid (inrilcn N'oii-s. An occasional oiling of the harness prolongs its usefulness. Garget can be cured by feeding pieces of poke root in the meal ration, Provide a permanent, pasture foi stock; do not have it in one continuous range. Oats are not only the most natural food for horses, but they are the mos1 nutritious. JJesiiles good l'erd good growing i; of most importance in keeping horses in frood condition. o Do not scrimp your clover seed. If you wish to be economical make it up in some other way. Quinces grow well on either Iiigh or low ground, and should not be planted l:.ss than twelve feet apart. Mulch freely with coal ashes. If many farmer.* would give their cows better care, better feed and sufficient water they would not need to buy high priced Jerseys or Ilolsteins for milk or butter. The hen-house should be cleaned out occasionally as well as the cow or horse stable. Lack of cleanliness is one mnnv that break Utilise Ul. l/IIV/ ****m MJ ? out and sweep away so many (locks ol poultry. Sulphur is recommended for sheep that are closely conl'n id, mixing about one pound of the Hour of sulphur to six or .'even pounds of salt. It will rid them of ticks, and is a preventive of stretcher. Kemember to give the pi/s a little charcoal occasionally. it corrects acidity of the stomach and insures a healthy condition, if it is not e;isv tu procure charcoal give charred cinders of stove coal. People are slowly learning that fruit cannot be taken from the land year after year without making a return, I '.n,i nnii.? th-. orchard is m mured it in time becomes nearly useless. Stable manure, ashes, lime or bones are all valuable, ami may be applied now or in spring. A farmer writes that a patch of corn upon which salt lias been spread was j not so much affected by drought as an [ other patch upon which farm manure was used. The yie'd was also larger This will only apply to inland farms Salt has no appreciable value on lane near the ocean. Ilave two baskets in the field, one for small ears, soft corn and nubbins and the other for large, sound ears which should b? cribbed by themselves The rest should be boiled for the pig: or ground with some oats and bran foi feed for the cows, but never cribbec with good corn. Cow manure is less fertilizing thai h< rse manure, but being slower in it action is more durable. It is als< cooler, and therefore better for hot dry soils. Thoroughly decayed, it i | one Ol Ult) uesu Ol <tu lli.unura i. 1 II1IA ing in composts l'.ir ll jrists' ilinvor and other ehoici plints. The fuchsia shoi Id have a period o rest, during wnicn lime it wm uiup its leaves, and when at rest water sparingly. If the pot is plunged in a shaded situation it will not require any watering during the summer, or, if the plant is in flower all summer, put in a warm, dry cellar unt'l about the first nf March. The tall peas are more preferable to sow, where suitable sticks are plentiful, as they bear much longer than the dwarf sorts or those of medium height. They should besown about three feet apart. A row of spinach can be sown between the rows, as it will be out of the way belorc the peas are gathered. It pays to take good care of young chicks for the first three weeks. Feel the yolk of a hard-boiled egg for the first day or two and then give broken rico and coarse oatmeal alternately. Stoop the latter In warm skim-milk. They eat very little, and this manner of feeding is not expensive if the older fowls are not allowed to share it. The absorption of water by the leaves and green parts has sometimes been denied, and, indeed, the strnc" tural arrangements are sometimes such as to render the leaf impervious. Nevertheless, in other cases there can be no doubt from the experiments of Boussingault and Henslow that absorption of water really does take place from the surface of leave3, more particularly when the supply of moisturo to the root is deficient. Some one suggests the plan of putting farm poultry houses on wheels, that they may be moved from place to place?thus giving to the fowls fresh pasturage, clean surroundings, access to the stubble fields after harvest, plenty of pure air, insects and other food. Only a few moments would be required for moving the wagon from place to place; but there might be ? ? - * - times wnen trumping tu uiawn uciuo to attend to the poultry might be somewhat inconvenient. llccipcs? Pickled Cauliflower.?Tear off the leaves from a head of cauliflower and cut the head apart at every stalk. But the pieces into strong tfrine and let them stand twenty-four hours. Boil two ounces of mixed spices in a quart of cider vinegar; drain the cauliflower, put it in jars and pour on the vinegar boiling hot. "When cold, cover and put away two weeks before using. Biscuit.?Dissolve one rounded tablespoon of butter in a pint of hot milk; when lukewarm stir in one quart of llower, add one beaten egg, a little salt and yeast; work into dough ui&il smooth. " Set in a warm p!a:e to r.'se. In the morning work softly and roll out one-half inch and cut into biscuit and set to rise for thirty minutes, when they will be ready to bake. These are easily made and are delicious. Jersey "\Voxders.?One pound of Hour, three ounces of butter, three ounce* of white'sugar, a little nutmeg, ground ginger and lemon peel; beat fartrra cinrl 1." TIC ft 1 ftll wpll trtffRt.hflr. """ ^66-* ? "- ? ~o Roll them three inches thick, cut off a small slice and roll into a:i oval, not too thin; cut two slits in it, but not through either end; pass the left hand through the aperture to the right and throw into boiling fat. A brass or metal skillet is bi-st to cook them in; about five minutes to cook them; turn once. llouiehold Hints. Ironing.?An old handkerchief or piece of muslin placed between the iron and collar will prevent the sticking. Iron over this until the dampness is slightly absorbed, then remove it and go on as usual. The old-fashioned lr.e hod of stirring the end of a tallow candle in the starch is very f atisfactory and prevents much annoyance. Washing Hosiery.--Iland-knitted silk stockings should l.e washed quickly in a lather of curd soap, without soda, and rolle 1 smrothly and tightly i in !i finth till drv. Woolen socks should be washed m the same way, and dried in a stiff wind if possibla Give them a good rubbing and stretch ' a little when taken from the tub; also ; once during the process of drying. ! This keeps tho wool soft and prevents. 1 shrinking. Xever on any account allow woolen stockings or socks to remain wet for a long time. I The Right Way to Brush Vel| vet.?The art of removing lint, dust and light matter adhering to velvet consists in the proper mode of manag-. [ ing the brush. Take a hat brush? ^ no; too soft, but having the bristles elastic, and returning at once to their . original state alter being pressed aside ?hold firmly under the palm of the haid in the direction of the iinn :ind w.th the bristles down ward, aud pres.-i-.ig them lirst 5 into the substance of the velvet, then twist around the arm, hand and brush ; together, as on an axis, without mov, ing them backwar 1 or forward. The foreign matter will thus be drawn up . and tlirted out of the i!oc!c without injury to the substance of the velvet; I and the brush must be lifted and . placed in a similar manner over every p:irt required to be brushed, lly this means velvet will l)e improved instead | of deteriorat >d, and will last for years. The Vimtes ok IIokax.?The ex, cclient washerwomen in Holland and Belgium, who "get up" their linei so 1 beautifully white, use refined borax ai a washing powder inste.id of soda, in the proportion of one large han Iful of powder t > about ten gallons of boiling water. They save in soap nearly onehalf. All the large w;ishing establish 1 mA.la TTnr IfiPM nifiiis <vuu|jt me siiiiiic iiiuuc* JL vi iuvwj cambrics, etc., an extra quantity of the powder Is used; for < riDolinei?, requiring to be made stiff, a strong solution is necessary. Borax being a neutral salt, does not in the slightest degree in, jure the tvxture of tin linen. Its effect j is tj soften tlie hardest water, and, therefore, it should be kept on every toilet table. To the ta te it is rather sweet; it is used for cleaning the hair, is an excellent dentifrice and in hot countries it is use I, in combination | with tartaric acid and bi-carbonate of soda, a-* a cooling le/erairg, (Jood tea | cannot be ma ie with hard water. All water may he ma le soft by adding a twnpoonful of borax powder to an or' dinarv sued kettle of water, in which 1 it should boil. The saving in the quantity of te i us-'d will be at least one' lifth. WISE WORDS. I) mbt indulge ! becomes doubt realized. Tninking is the talking of the soul 1 with itself. We are shaped and fashioned by what we love. Wherever affection can spring, it Is like the green leaf and the blossom? j pure, an I breathing purity, whatever soil it may grow in. Mankind hits been learning for six thou ;ai:d y.-ars, and yet how few have [ I learned that tiieir ienow i. emga uio aa good as themselves. In all life's doings there are circuitous paths; anil nine times out of ten, when a man seems to b3 doing one thing, he is doing another. i Charity toward the weakness of r human nature is a virtue which we 1 demand in others, but which we find very hard to practice ourselves. 1 Old age is the night of life, as night s is the old age of the day. Still, night o is full of magnificence; and for many ;. it is more brilliant than the day. s Man is greater than a world, than * systems of worlds; there is more s | mystery in the union of souls with | the physical than in the creation of a f'universe. - . - ; - rrc" Serene I fold my bands and wait, Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea, 'J.JH I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, 'JK For lo! my own shall come to me. I stay my haste, I make delays, For what avails this eager pace? . &]&& I stand amid the eternal ways And what is mine shall know my faoe. jffl 89 Asleep, awake, by night or day, sjaGB The friends I seek are seeking me; -risgB No wind con drive my bark astray- H Nor change the tide of destiny. What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the coming years, ' My heart shall reap where it has sown And garner np the fruit of tears. B The planets know their own and draw, The tide turns to the sea; |?SB I stand serene midst nature's law -r. And know my own shall come to me. BMB The stars como nightly to the sky, The dews fall on the lea; ||h9 Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high, | M Oan keep my own away from me. gjSB ?Denter News. ' flu HUMOR OF THE DAT. vfBR ???-??A relic hunter?A fellow endeavor* ing to capture a widow. . Thieves are always willing to "take ;:28fl a hand " in any business. A sound education can only be ob- :'~M I tained from a music master. Spring fashions prevail all tne year ' ?*8 round at the circus.?New iork A man lately married, was asked at 4^H the club about Ills bride. "Is site pretty?" "No," replied he, "she not, but she will be when her father.l j Literary query; A new book is en-titled "Short Sayings of Great Men." When aro we to have the "Great Say^ v;^3| ' ings of Short Men?"?New York Nothing so strongly tests a man's v veracity as to be summoned to the iloor to be confronted by the question: . "Are you the head of the house?".? /-;JS| Yonfan'S Statesman. Vv^n9 Careful housekeeper at breakfast: -JmH " Bridget, Bridget, there's a lly la the room." " Vis, indade, ma'am, I know; there is. It got in this morning, when. : vjSHj me back was turned." i Tainted sashes are said to be fashionable, but ""on the cross-roads I. weather-beaten pine-sash, witn an old hat supplying the place of glass, may still be seen.?Boston Bulletin. It was "Darling George" .when bridal couple left Omaha; it was -. " Dear George" at Chicago; at Detroit % it was "George," and when they ^ reached Niagara Falls it was "Say y^|SjJ A calculation shows that a Dundee spinner must spin sixty miles of yam to earn $2. Almost any country store /$Sm can produce men that will spin alonger yarn for nothing.? Lightning struck a contribution f&fi plate in a Western church just as the tgBM I dp.mon was Diissin^ it around. "This is the first time anything has struck 'i?g?98 this plate for three months," said th3 deacon, thoughtfully. - rt " Everything is as regular as clock-: work about my house," said Brown, '.S?| who was showing the splendors of his nev/residence to some of his friends. "Yes," said Fogg, "it is tick, tick, all the time, I suppose."?Boston , ;||| Transcript. A girl, seven or eight years old, slipped down on "Woodward avenue, jaW the other day. As she was. picking ' herself up a pedestrian said: M Don't; V cry, sissy." " Who's going to?" shft- V^H sharply demanded, m she rose 'up. '/Scl "I guess when a girl hai got 'her mother's shawl on she ain't going to let anybody know she's hurt!"?De- \ troit Free Press. Tw# little girls mot on thostreet the other day, and one siuil to the other : " '$ "I've put all my dolls into deep :? mourning, and it's so becoming- to ' &|j? them! Come over and see them/* "What did you do that for?" "Oh, we had a c'lamity Our dog got killed, ? 3 41 ?n?l,A^v Aai?fl Wif. ana tncro uiuu i uuj wa; v?iu wu? and them; we've just cried our eyes . out." Then the other little gir\ 'said in slow, deliberate tones ; ' May WU-^v||H son, ain't you lucky, though? There's always something happening you.*? Detroit Post. flS WHY SHE'S SO CIIARMINO. ' : Poets may sing of honris fair, . With oh, each wealth of golden hair; " Such eyes, such lips ! sucb?I dob't They can't compare with Jessie! " y-igH Painters may blend tbeir colors bright. > With rainbow tints and soft moonlight, ' >33M Bat never in their wildest flight Could they come near my Jessie. . Sculptors may chisel from the tt jne Ideals that need but breath alone To live and move, and yet not one ' ^ Could ever equal Jessie. SSEtaul Yon ask me why this maiden rare jBgffisR So charming is beyond compare ? Jjsra9 Well, her papa'd a millionaire? ffiljMPB An only child my Jessie! ;383?CT A National rastime. la an article describing ball-fightingSp^M in Spain, a wiitter in The ContinenSm^^^ says: Once in a great while, thsgg w picador succeeds in turning the balLM ffifiH and escapes without injury, the bruteK^m then devoting his attention to the nextfl||||| horseman in line. It is aston:shingapl|B how much pounding these fellows <?nff&jjj|| stand. Owing to the depth of their Kj|||l saidles they are rarely unseated, yet lW$&m have seen more than one projected a B||?SP distance of ten feet, striking the barrier with a thud that could be heard acros t the ring, and immediately afterward pick himself up an l walk away appar- vjrjS ently unhurt. Sometimes the bull lifts horse and lider bodily, and throws > % them back upon his haunches, showing his immense strength. The picador is not a favorite with the audience, a<, r'^:p wearinc armor, and being able to usehis gj horse as a shitld. he is le^s exposed to danger. When the bull becomes en- . xg raged, and charges right and left, as the savage ones often do, the picadores , ]^z grow wary, and, manifesting a disin clination to advance, are greeted with $8 a storm of hi-s* and opprobious epithets and pelted with pieces of orangj peel, canes, cushions and whatever in-rfv the way of a projectile can be lai l : ' *% bands on at the moment. "Fuvra! Fuera!" "I'ut him out!" "Forward, cowar.l!" "Good bull 1" "Well gored!" " Cono, see how angry tin rascal is!" "Fuego! Bring the fire arrows!" "Bravo, toro! bravissimo!" shout the oficionados, seconded by the spectators, who, rising to their feet | en masse and yriling, hissing and ; j gesticulating with all their might, transform tiie aiiipniuieinio mw /-Z-aJ a per feet bedlam. In the midst of the hubbub the shrill notes of the' trumpet are a.^ain heard and the chulos, fluttering their cloaks, spin around ~.?. the bull, who chases them, now and - . ^ then pressing one so closely that he is forced to drop all and run for his Jifo. The tricks of the chulo to baffle the d;v signs of his terrible antagonist and at the same time display his own agility and skill, are numerous and thrilling. One borrows a lance from a pic;idor and brandishes it in sight of the brute, who accepts the challenge and, lowering his horns, rushes forward. As he approaches the chulu rests the butt of the lance on the ground aid springs over the back of the animal, dropping^*, the weapon as the head of the latteTtes&ifc tOUCheS It. AOOluer juai/ca uu uwiyiMBM ; upon the bull's forehead, and just ' he is about to be impaled is raisetO?: high in the air; otl ers maneuvec m backward and forward with the capeSH'3 so rapidly that the sharp horns, fol^a|'H : lowing its gaudy folds, seem to their bodies. For the third time tl?e| signal for the trumpet is given to fch4-|||SM president, the chulos retire, and -:-= banderilleros, each armed with a pair of darts adorned with paper stream step forward and confront the bull. \ ^ | ? - -1 wtts||