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THE NATIONAL BANK OF AUGUSTA L. C. HAYNE, Preal't. F. G. FORD, Cashier. Capital, ?250,000. [ Undivided Profits } $110,000 Facilities of our magnificent New Vault ! containing410 Safety-Lock Boxes. Differ ent Size? are offered to our patrons and the public at 8G.00 to $10.00-per annum. THOS. J. ADAMS PROPRIETOR. PUNTERS LOAN ANO SAVINGS BANK. AUGUSTA, GA. Pays Interest on Deposits. Accounts / Solicited". L. C. HAY?TE, President. W. C. WABDLAW.I Cashier. VOL. LXIV. NO. 10. THE RIPPLING Prom the beautiful mountains of Make Believe,. Through,: the' fruitful Valley of Dreams, wnere the blossoming shore slopes lowe and lower And is lost in the tide that gleams, Flows the wonderful river that winds Ita way With a song that I3 nil sublimo, As lt glimmers in glory und tells a swoei story The rippling River of Rhyme. Would you wander away on this wonderfu. stream And al >ng on its surface glide? Then 'tis well that you know, if you're eagei to go, That a poet must be your guide. He will take you into his golden boat, And, losing all trace of time, You will sail in a dream on the slumberous -Arthur '. JOBS A New England winter scone-the hemlock forests all draped with er mine fringes of snow-the hills and valleys white as if they were coated with pearl, while from the farmhouse chimneys in the gray thickets of leaf less maples under the rocks a blue spiral of spoke went wreathing and curling up into the steely January sky, aud the sunset,reflected on the myriad tiny window panes of the western j front, made an orange sparkle of brightness that supplied the otherwise lacking element of color to the frigid landscape. Farmer Westerbrook had just brought in au armful of snow-crusted logs from the woodpile at the north end of tba house,throwing them down on the ample stone hearth with a noise like ? small earthquake, when Sibyl Harrington started up. . "Five o'clock! Oh, I hadn't an idea it was so late. I must be going.'' "Allow me to accompany you, Miss Harrington." "You will let me see you home. Sibyl?" Captain Meredith and Max Crossley both spoke at once and rose simul taneously, but Sibyl shook her head. "I would prefer to walk alone," she said, gayly. "And abont the sleighing partv to morrow night?" said Max anxiously. "I-I have half promised Captain Meredith," said the village beauty,her long eyelashes drooping and a delicate shade of rose suffusing her cheek. "But, Sibyl, I thought it was an un derstood matter between you and me three good weeks ago!" Max exclaimed with contracting brows. "Was it? I am sure I had forgot- ? ten it!" Hh'xTwas silent. Captain Meredith's " " ?.?-J -<--:--- -; the ?ilence. "I exact no promises," he said gal- , ?antly; "but if I am not punctual to the hour and the spot Miss Haning- ] ton may draw her own conclusions." And Sibyl went ont, her light fcot ateps making a low.pleasant music on ( the brittle snow. She was very pretty, this gazelle- ; eyed New England damsel,, with big blue eyes turning to a limpid purple whenever she was in the least ex?ited; hair short,, hung in a golden friuge over her broad, low forehead, and the sweetest of rosy mouths, with three sentiuol dimples on cheeks aud chin! Max Crossley had loved her ever since they were children together, aud Cap tain Meredith, who had come down to pass the holidays with his cousins, the Westerbrook3, had boen caught in the meshes of that bronze-gold hair and the interlacing network of the lashes that overhung tb a purple-blue eyes and had prolonged his visit into Janu ary, j "Upon my word, she's a regular beauty," said the captain, staring through the tiny window panes at the retreating footsteps of Miss Harring ton. Max Crossley looked quickly np'at him, as if he would have particularly liked to kuock him over the andirons in amoug the logs; but perhaps he thought better of it, for he refrained from any such demonstration. "A beauly," went on the captain, "and it's a thousand pities she should be thrown away on any of the country bumpkins who vegetate among these wildernesses. Job,you young villain, are those boots of mine blacked yet?" Farmer Westerbrook's hired boy, who had just come in tc ?var ni his em purpled bands at the merry,red blaze, looked glum. "No, they ain't," said Job,brusque ly. "Well, what's the reason?" *' 'Cause I ain't 'ad time." "See that you find time, then, and that quickly, too!" said the captain. And Job glowered after him as he went gayly up the stairs.. "I just wish I had the servin' of him out," said Job, gloomily. "It's 'Job, do this,' aud 'Job, do that,' and 'Job, where's the warm water?'and'Job, what the deuce do you mean by lettin' my fire go ont?' as if I was his bond slave, and not a red cent has he guv me yet-no, nor so much as a pleasant word! I wonder if" he means to stay here always." "You and I are equally partial to . him, Job," said Max Crossley, laugh ? in g. "I heard him talking with Miss Sibyl about goin'sleigh ridin' tomor row night," said Job. shrewdly. "1 should jes' like to put Kicking Billj in the shafts, I would, if it waren'1 fer Miss Sibyl. He don't kuow noth in' about horses, that there militii cap'n don't." And Job chuckled. "I say, Mr. Crossley," he resumed "why don't you get beforehand witt him-? Miss Sibyl don't really care fo him-she's only dazzled like." Max Crossley frowned slightly; hon est Job was not exactly the kind 0 Ganymede he cared to have meddl with his love affairs. "Miss Harrington must choose fo herself, Job," be said, and Job wen back to his work, secretly wonderin how a young lady gifted with ordin?r common sense could hesitate for a mc ment between tho captain aud Mr. Ma Crossley. The next night came-a night of a nights n-opitions for sleiybiug exped tious and rustic love making, the road 1 RIVER OF RHYME. stream The rippling River o^f Rhyme. r 0! the land of the lily, the -?aim of th( rose, The theme of a thousand sighs; ? The birth of the blush when the blood ii flush, The light of love in the eyes; t The silvery veil of the mollow moon, The tints of the twilight time Aro over and under tho waves of wonder j That ripple the River of Rhyme. 0! boatman, sot the shimmering sails, And let us journeying be; ? With a gladsome song we will glide along Through the Kingdom of Poesy. Till the river reaches the region fair, In that beautiful, bountiful elimo, Where life is a boon.and the world's attune At the end of tho River of Rhyme. Lewis Tubbs, in the Philadelphia Bulletin. RUSE. M* V V^V- V V V qsjopc^gnpi delightfully hard and well packed and a glorious full moon shiuing down as whitely as if a rain of silver were del uging the whole world! "Couldn't be better weather!" said the captain. "Job, where are the sleighbells?" "Dunno," quoth Job, indifferently. "There's them old jinglers in the gar ret that nsed to belong to Deacon Joe Wester brook that was in the revolu tionary war, and there's the two cow bells that Mary Ann might scour up with ashes-" "Pshaw!" said the captain, "do you take me for Rip Van Winkle? There's a pretty little string somewhere, for I saw them when Mrs. Westerbrook went ont day before yesterday." "I hain't seen nothin' on 'em," said Job. "Come, come, don't make yourself out any stupider than you be by na ture, Job," said the farmer,laughing, nevertheless, for the captain's airs and graces -were fast wearing out his welcome, and he secretly sympathized with the much:afflicted Job. "I guess they's out in the barn chamber. You better go with him, captain, if you ex pect to find 'em-our Job's dreadful thick-headed when he chooses to be." "Come along, my fiue fellow," said the captain jocosely, collaring Job and marching him off in the direction of the old red barn under the hill. "We don't need any lantern in this bright moonlight, that is one comfort." Old Billy, renowned for his kicking qualifications, blinked sagely around at them from his stall, and Tom, the little gray pony, who was destined to figure in the cutter shafts that night, 3et Up a low. friar ' V - +''ev Bntered . gp? "1 % lac" " "Up with yuu, but Job shrank steadfastly back. "I wouldu't for S50," said Job. "Old Michael Westerbrook hung him self from the middle beam 1-4 years ugo, and folks say he stands up there with a rope around his neck every moonlight night." "Stuff and nonsense!" ejaculated the captain in accents of supreme con tempt, "iou great cowardly lout, Btay where you aro, then, and 111 go myself." He sprang nimbly up the rounds of ladder and disappeared through the trap-door. "Where is it?" he called. .'The ghost? Eight under the mid dle beam by the windy was the place where-" "Blockhead! I mean the string of bells." "Look for 'em yourself," said Job, sulking. "I don't know where they be, and what's more. I don't care." 'TU settle with you,my fine fellow, when I come down!" said the captain tbreateningly.as he groped about in the dim light which was admitted by a cobweb window at either end of the barn chamber. "Don't hurry yourself, cap'n," re joined Job, in a jeering mood. As the captain plunged into a dark corner, there was a jingle, and the string of bells suspended from a nail hit him directly on the neck, so like the grasp of death-cold fingers that he could not but start. "Oh!" said the captain, nervously. "Here they are. Catch 'em, Job! Hal-lo! Where's the trap-door?" And it took the militia mau fully CO seconds or more to realize that the trap-door was closed and fastened on the lower side. He rushed to the window and threw it up, only to see Job speeding up the hill. "Hal-lo-o-oa!" yelled Captain Mere dith. "Come back, you scoundrel! you ill-conditioned lout! you imp of evil!" Job turned round and executed that peculiar gyration of the fingers in con nection with the nasal protuberance which is supposed to express the ex tremity of scorn. "You'll find the ladder on the barn floor, cap'n," hooted this young rebel. "And don't be afeard o' the ghost. It's very harmless if you let it alone." "But, Job - Job, come back-Fm to be at Mr. Harrington's at half-past seven!" "Don't worry!" hoarsely bawled Job. "Miss Sibyl won't wait very long afore Mr. Max'll be on hand." The captain danced up and down the barn floor in an ecstacy of rage as Job disappeared over the crest of the hill. Thire was no use calling for help. He knew very well that if he had possessed the lungs of Boreas he could not have made anyone hear. He sat shivering at the sound of Kicking Billy's feet among his snug bed ol straw and thinking how disagreeably a bar of moonlight which streamed down from a cradle in the apex ol the roof, resembled a tall,white figurt standing under the centre beam. H< could almost fancy the rope round it; neck - pshaw! And the captaii jumped up again, with starting dev on his temples, even in the freezing atmosphere of the b"rn chamber. What was to be done? he asked him self. And Echo, if Echo had had au; common sense, would have answered "Just nothing at nil!" Job had out witted him. He might and probabl; wonk! "settle" with Job for the fu tore, but for the present Job ha< THE NATIONAL BANK OF AUGUSTA L. C. HAYNE, Preal't. F. G. FORD, Cashier. Capital, ?250,000. [ Undivided Profits } $110,000 Facilities of our magnificent New Vault ! containing410 Safety-Lock Boxes. Differ ent Size? are offered to our patrons and the public at 8G.00 to $10.00-per annum. THOS. J. ADAMS PROPRIETOR. PUNTERS LOAN ANO SAVINGS BANK. AUGUSTA, GA. Pays Interest on Deposits. Accounts / Solicited". L. C. HAY?TE, President. W. C. WABDLAW.I Cashier. VOL. LXIV. NO. 10. Fascinating Drama of tM T Faraw?jr P WE OPPOSE GERA The belief in Washington that Ger I many will repudiate any uhlawfulWs of her Consul at Apia, Samoa,] and will also disavow responsibility f oft the extraordinary attempt of Dr. Eaffel, tho President of the Munioipal Conn oil, to run the Supreme Court, prob ably accounts for the calmness with which tho Administration regarda the matter. If tho recent aggressions of local German representatives in Samoa had TWO NATIVE BEAUTIES OP THE ItOYAL SAMOAN HOUSEHOLD. been the first of their kind we might be at some los3 tp account for them; but we must go'back more than a dozen years for the beginning of the efforts of the German traders to ^con trol the islands and to turn thejn, if possible, into a German possession. As long ago as 1835 Consul Stnebel and Herr "Weber, tho head of the lead ing German firm, tried to ?ring King Malietoa under their oontvol, and, fiuding this impossible, en couraged Tamasese, the Vioe-King, to plot against tho Government. In 1887 a German naval officer landed^his men nt Apia and hauled down the King's flag, the unfortunate monarch being soon afterward taken aw y on a .Ger man ship to a distant land, . and Tamaseso set up in his stead. The people, finding Tamasese only a Ger man puppet, chose Mata?fa to be 'heir King, and ho distinguished himself by defeating with considerable USP a landir^novr.rfvnm+M German cruiser, i .Ttests of !1 The war with Spain and tho press ing occupations connected with the ex pansion of our territory have caused Samoan "affairs to slip temporarily into the background. Tho appearanco of the Philadelphia in Samoan waters will signalize the resumption of our full rights and responsibilities there. Morev fascinating than romance is the naivo story of the brown skinned folk of Samoa these twenty years past. It is tragedy, it is farce, it is operu bouffe, it is child's play. It is a tissue of intrigue and greed and simplicity. And tho mighty import of the world politics threads the whole by virtue of the clashing interests there of the three great Powers of America, Eng land and Germany. ? Nearly every year in the past twenty there has been a crisis there, a clash of kings or a wrangle of consuls. "War ships have rolled into the tragic bay of Apia and lain there at anchor, silent but powerful factors in. the situation. Almost ten years ago came the great est of all the crises. Eival kings were warring in tho island under German incitement. . Consuls were at daggers' point. "Washington, London andBor lin were aroused. Out across the Pacific into Apia harbor sailed three American warships. Three German vessels lay there already. Her Maj esty's steamship Calliope putin. The ugly quarrel was smoothed over by Lone of tho soft speeches of di plomacy. The British and Americans stood allied against the greed and as sumption of Germany and there was no pretense oLconcealinent. The bluff naval officers talked plainly of shoot ing and meant it. Rumors came to America that already there had been a fight between the United States steam ship Adams and tho German ship Ad ler, in which the former was sunk by the first shot. One day the fire was nearly ignited. English and American vessels' had followed the Germans on a cruise about the islands with out spoken intentions. The tension was too much; at one point tho German lowered his gun ports and made ready to fire. * By no more than a hair's breadth MATAAFA IN NATIVE COSTUME, possibly was war averted that daj For 60ino reason known only to hin self the German did not fire. Tb ships steamed sulleuly back to Api harbor. There they lay watching eac other with angry eyes. They wei prey to fate. At the moment whe war seemed mose imminent carno terrille hurrioaue up out ?of thePaoif into Apia harbor,. ?a jno angry BI 3 IN SAMOA, hree Contending Nations in the acific Island, IAN AGGRESSIONS. were buried many German and Ameri can seamen and along with them, as it happened, were buried for the hour the ugly quarrel which had divided them. Thc nations wese brought to their senses. But for the tragic in tervention of the hand of Providence, .?rho knows but that a great War might have started? The Berlin treaty fol lowed in its stead. Now the second great crisis has come. The poor, vacillating king, set upon the throne b7 tlje Berlin treaty of 1891 is dead. German interests, which have ever dominated on the isl and, seek to replace him by a man Baited to their own desires. Strange contradiction of fate-that man is Ma taafa. Stranger still he stands barred from the petty throne by the very act of the Germans themselves, by their own special provision, inserted in the THE SUPREME COUR1 Berlin treaty, to keep him out of the 1 Beat of authority. It is as though the t hand with which they had struck T Mataafa had rebounded and smitten c them. They had been his dearest a foes.. He had been the instrument s with which the undisputed reign of a D puppet king of the Germans had been D overthrown. Thoy were his followers o vho slew forty of the flower of the CHIEF MAT/?l'A'A, ONE OF HIE SUFFORT- \ ERS OF MATAAFA. 1 -,--- i When his following grew turbulent they stole him into exile and kept him , hidden away for threo long years. Times changed. Political lines shifted in?the islands. Malietoa, thc weak, died. Note the drama. A man of the United States, William Lea Chambers, of Alabama, had come to be chief justice of the island, under thc provision of the Berlin treaty. Not long ago a German had held that office. Now that a question of vital political import was to arise to be passed upon, a hated American was seated in tho chair. A half dozen claimants for the throne sprang np. Moli, the brother of the dead Malietoa Lanpepawasone; Malietoa Tanus, a son of the dead sovereign, a stripling littlo known to the chiefs and the people, was another. Tho' American chief justice, con struing the Berlin treaty, read Mataafa outside of the ranks of those who may be King of Samoa. The old exile had carried by a vast majority the odd sort of an election by which a king is elec ted. The Germans, who had put that clause in the document, found it last to bar their own path even more than that of the aged, indifferent Mataafa, whom they had brought back from exile to make a king. The Germans want the ruling hand in Samoa. They cannot claim this on the strength of their superiority in WITH HIS SISTER AND RELATIVES. r. trade with the islands, for in this re i- spect they fall tar below the Unit?? .0 States, Great Britain and Australasia ia In 1897 tho islands imported $53,41 h worth of goods from the United States .e $33,322 from Great Britain and onl In $5562 from Goimnny. Tho Germans a however, propar? and export a grer ic deal cl copra, and they own most c sa the land ttwt foreigners hold in th islands. Of the 135,000 acres, abou one-sixth of the ?rea of the grouj owned by foreigners, at least 85,00( acres, including the best land in" thc islands, is owned by the Germans, This landed estate was secured by the original German trading firm, and its successors have never parted with an acre of it. Tho great drawbaokof Samoa is that it is so far from markets. Its best products are tropical .fruits, which are abundantly produced, but distanco from markets prevents exportation. In 1888 tho Ceylon coffee disease first appeared on the plantations of Samoa and in a short time put an end to coffee production in that group. No attempt has since been made to raise coffee. Practically the whole business of Samoa is based to-day upon the cocoa I nut, and the export of copra, the dried meat of the cocoanut, represents nearly all the exports of the islands. In 1897 nearly 11,000,000 pounds of copra, the native product, were ex ported in addition to the large quan tity raised on the German plantations. What with her political troubles and the causes that have conspired to keep her commerce small, Samoa has not T HOUSE AT APIA. lad a very prosperous history. The ime is coming, however, when she nil see better days. The resources 'f the group, which, all told, is about s large as Ehode Island, have yet carcely been touched. lu fact, lobody lives more than. three or four liles from the sea and the inner parts f the islands have not been utilized. ,s no trunk "ever leaving Meadville ;efore was decorated. First two large pasteboard hearts, ed in color, were tacked on tho top. !n black letters across one heart ap learcd. "We are as happy as two tur Ie doves," and on the other was >rinted "Two hearts thal beat as one." Jed, white and blue ribbons wore also ittached. Mr. Mahauey, who is employed in he general postofiice in New York, had been told by a friend in Mead rille that he need not give himself no ;oncern about the trunk. The friend ,vould see that it did not miss tho :rain. The bride and groom reached tho Erie Railroad depot in Meadville as tho train they were to take to Jersey City came into the depot. "All aboard!" shouted tho con ductor. "Walter! my trunk 1 What about it?" said Mrs. Mahauey, who, as Miss Annette Baldwin, was ono of the belles of Meadville. "There it is," answered Mr. Mahauey, as ho caught sight of a por ter lifting the trunk into a baggage "Oh, I'm so glad! I thought it WONDERFUL BRIDAL TRUNK AS rr AR RIVED IX JERSEY CITY. wouldn't arrive in time," said the bride. , "I wish it hadn't," groaued the groom, who had just then caught sight of the decorations upon the trunk. During the trip to Jersey City the bridegroom tried to reach the trunk in order to denude it of its decora tions, but the baggage master, who winked at the conductor, wouldn't help him find it, and when the tram reached Jersey City the trunk had gained a few new trimmings. The air was blue when Mr. Mahauey, in Jer sey City, aided by a sympathetic bag gage man, who said ho had recently boon married himself, finished tearing off tho decorations from that trunk. A Itoliablo Sien. "Now," said the attorney for th defense, "here is a skull. Can yoi tell us to what species it belongs?" "It's the skull of a lawyer," replie the expert witness. '.How can you tell?" "By tho cheek bones." The charter of the Ancient au Honorable Artillery Company is date March 17, 1G38, and its founder wi Robert Keyne, a part member of tl Honorable Artillery Company of Loi don, which was chartered by Kir Henry YUL Thc Hostou organiz tiou was first kuown as tho Militai Company of Massachusetts. , TALE OF A -TERMAGANT. . j Ber Meek Litt e Husband Mistook a Beat ) for Her. , Heatley is one of those dear little , Nevi England villages where any old I lady with whom one-sits down to have i a chat can tell numberless anecdotes of the courtships, quarrels, marriages and funerals of the inhabitants for generations back. . A favorite tale is one of a local ter magant, married to a meek little hua . baud, who never found spirit for more effective remonstrance against her tantrums than the.half-alarmed, half reproachful expostulation "N-n-u-now, Lucy Ellen! N-n-n-n-now really!" One day a man with a performing bear arrived iu Hentley. It was ex treme y hot weathe , and the beast felt the oppression of his shaggy hide. He became ugly, sli ped the rcrazz e, frightened off his keepers, and began to ramble about the village frightening the inhabitants. In the course of his wanderings he reached the house of the henpecked husband, who happened to he alone. The bear, smelling some honey which had been stored in the pantry, nosed for awhile about the outside of the dwelling, and then with a sudden shove of his great body burst in the door. The neighbors heard a tTrible shriek, and several of the boldest among them, catching up scythes, sticks and old guns, rushed to the rescue, expecting to find the poor lit tle man in the ferocious hug of the beai-. As they approached the hous1 strange sounds were heard-gruuts, growl jugs, rattlings, smashings and gulp ings, with a running accompaniment of inarticulate remarks. Lookiug in at the window, they beheld the bear overturning and devouring such edibles as pleased his fancy, while barricaded in a comer behind the kitchen table the master of the house, trembling and entirely too confused in his terror to know what he was doiug or saying, had iustiuctively fallen back upon tho familiar phrase which served him in a domestic crisis. "N-u-ji-n-now, he was gurgling hys terically to his unwelcome guest, as first honey, 'hen sugar, then preserves vanished before his rapacious appe tite-early courses of a meal of which he expected to provide the dessert in ? person-"X-n-n-u-now,. Lucy Ellen! N-n-u-now really, Lucy Ellen!" The bear, gorged and satisfied, was soon capturecVand waddled peacefully away with its owner; but for many years after the episode Lucy Ellen turned red if a bear was mentioned in her presence, and. Hentley old folk chuckle over it delightedly to this day. -Youth's Companion. which the ashes are gathered is buried pro tem. The length of the interim between a Kareu's first and second in terment is determined by the number of marriageable girls and marrying men there are iu the village or neigh; borhood at the time of the death. When th?re are enough candidates of both sexes for matrimony-but not before-the great funeral-wedding day is appointed. There is not often,among the same community of Karens, more than oue such day in a year. Often three, sometimes five years elapse be tween one such dav and tho next. Everyone attends on the great day and extraordinary forms and cere monies aro gone through. The woo ing men sing their proposals and the wooed maidens sing in reply their ac ceptance or rejection. Proposal, ac ceptance or rejection aro oue and all snug in a thin-toued minor key and are attentively listened to nud com mented apou by the unaffectedly in terested spectators. Theu each would be bridegroom sings, iu turn, a solo. It may he original or classic in both words and music. But it must reiter ate tho name of tho special girl whom he is wooiug aud would win; it must praise her and repraise her as only oriental poetry can praise woman. After the ceremonies are over all the engaged-couples are married at once. Bicycle Sailing in Kansas. Will Cau'.iiff of C. J. Devlin's office holds the long-distance bicycle coast ing record. He made the record on Sunday a few weeks ago, and it was just eighteen miles, according to his cyclometer. "I was iu the vicinity of Osage City," said Mr. Canniff in discussing his* experience, "and I started home early in tho morning. ' The roads were good aud there was a good breeze blowing from the south. Things went well until I reached the vicinity of Burlingame, when my bicycle chain went into a thousand pieces. To re pair the chain was ont of the question, and I considered myself in a very seri ous predicament. "I knew something about sailing, and, taking off my overcoat, I put the handle bars through the arms of the coat. Then I took one corner iu my teeth and held the other out with one hand. I had a good sail, and I started with the wind iu excelleut shape. Wheu I came to a turu in the rond where the wiud would not bi fairly at my back I would simply shif I mv improvised sail to the other sid? by changing hands. I thought if ] could get to Wakarnsa I would tak< the train aud come home, but almos before I knew it I was on the billi overlooking Topeka. I made the rai in less than three hours and I did no use a pedal.-?Topeka State Journal. A Coincidence of Grandsons. A strange coincidence occurred re cetitly in the family of ex-County Com missioner George W. Cuskakeu c Shelby ville, Iud. On one Tuesda morning, at 9 o'clock, an eight-poun son wa3 born to his dar.ghter-in-lav Mrs. Edmond? Cuskaden of Areoh III., and at exactly the same hour an day a son, weighing exactly eigl pounds, was born to another dan gilt e: in-law, Mr?. Georgs F. Cu^kadei They w ere christened Wil?au J.Brya a id FitzhtighLee. - Iudiaur?polis,Sei ?iuel. FIELD AND EOREST CALL, There ls a field, that leans upon two hills, Foamed o'er with flowers, and twinkling with clear rills; That, in ita girdle of wild acres, bears The anodyne of rest that cures all cares; wherein soft wind and sun and sound ara bleut, And fragrance-as in some old instrument Sweet chords-calm things, that nature's, magic spell Distils from heaven's azure crucible, Ana pours on earth to make the sick mind well. There lies the path, theysay Come away.' Come away ! There is a forest, lying 'twixt two streams, bung through of birds and haunted of dim : dreams; That In its league-long hand of trunk and leaf Lifts a green wand that charms away all grief; Wrought or quaint silence and the stealth of things Vague, whispering touches, gleams and twit terings. Dews and cool shadows-that the mvstlo soul ' Of nature permeates with suave control And waves o'er earth to make the sad heart ? whole. There lies tho road, they say ^ome away ! Come away ! -Madison Ca wein. HUMOROUS. "It is a had plan to rake up old quarrels." "Yes, at our honse.we can always find plenty of new ones." Weary Watkins-Don't you wish wo didn't haf to eat? Hungry Hig gins-An' have nothin' to live fer? I Huh.' "Now that his father is dead I snpu pose Goodby will spend all his money." "Oh, no; begets married tomorrow," Pa-What's baby crying for, Dolly? Dolly-Just 'cos I showed her how to eat her cake. Aunt Jane-It's so pleasant to have' a baby in the house. Walker-How can it be pleasant when there is a con tinual squall? Friend-So the editor sends you his paper free? Poet-Yes; he says I needn't subscribe if I won't contrib ute any more. "Marie, I thought your doctor told you that you were not strong enough to ride a bike?" "Yes; but I went to another doctor." Hicks-Do you have running water in that new suburban cottage of yours? Wicks-No, but we have water in the cellar ! "Nothing so hard but search will find it out," The poet wrltes-untrue, beyond a doubt; When she the truth would hide, no bard nor sage Can leam the figures of a woman's age. "This is a ticklish undertaking," said the fly as he skirmished out across iTJ juu over gu tu a military ball? Old Veteran-No, my dear young lady; in those days I had a military ball come to me. It nearly took my leg off! She-I do so hate to see a man walk ing along the sidewalk with his wife following two or three feet behind him. He-Perhaps that is his only chance to get aaeud u. her, poor man. * The Lady-You here again? The ' Tramp-Yes, kind lady. "Well, I won't help you again. I don't believe you've done a thiug all winter!" "In deed I have, mum; I just dono thirty days." Judge-Do you know the prose cutor in this case? Witness-Yes, sir. Judge-What can you say of his veracity? Witness-Well,your honor, he was once a life insurance agent avJd- Judge-That will do. Case dismissed. Credit Stoppinc; Notifications. "It's no uncommon thing," said a New Orleans business man, apropos of nothing in particular, "for retail merchants to receive private instruc tions from the heads of families not to credit some female member of the household, and such cases are mighty ticklish to handle. As a rule the lady in point is a good customer, and if we toll her, no matter how diplomatically, of our orders, we are almost certain to lose her future trade. Chagrin, if nothing else, will keep her ont of the house, and she will go to some store that was not the sceue of so mortify iug au episode. If, on the other hand, we say nothing, we run the risk of losing the hill. That, however, is generally the course I pursue. I trust to luck and to her ability to wheedle the indignant gentleman into footing the account. As a rule he is simply exasperated over some little extrava gance of the hour, and when he cools off there is no further trouble. All the same, I wish to heaven men would run their domestic affairs themselves without calliugonthe merchants to give them assistance. I never receive a credit-stopping notification but T heave a sigh and make a few remarks that wouldn't sound well at a prayer meeting." -New Orleans Times? Democrat. Why He TVas Pnzzled. Bilkins and his wife occupied seats in the dress circle. The curtain had just gone up for the second act, the first scene showing the heroine in street costume. As Bilkins rested his gaze upon the woman his face wore a. puzzled expression. Several times he took hurried glances at the program he had in his baud. He became so deeply interested that he attracted the attention of his wife. "What do you see that interests yon so?" inquired his wife. "She isn't pretty." "Mary, isn't that the same hat *hat womau wore in the last act?" ex claimed Bilking seemingly ignoring his wife"? question. Mrs. Bilkins glanced in the direc tion cf the stage. "I thiuk it is," she relied, "but what of it?" "Oh.uoHiing.only it seems so odd," "What docs?" ."Why,that she should still be wean - ing the same hat," exclaimed Bilkins. "The prograui says there is a lapse of two years between the first and second aaa."-Ohio State Journal,