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A CHARMING WOMAN.
A charming woman, I've heard it said
By other women as light as she;
But all in vain I puzzle my head
To find wherein the charm may be.
Her face, indeed, is pretty enough.
And ber form is quite as good as the best,
Where nature has given the bony staff,
And a clever milliner all the rest.
Inteligent? Yes-in a eertain way,
With the feminine gift of ready speech,
And knows very well what not to ay
When the theme transcends her reach;
Bat turn the topic on things to wear
PFm an opera cloak to a robe de nuit
Hats, btques or bonnets-'twili make you
Tosei how guent the lady can b&
Her laugh Is hardly a thing to please;
For an honest laugh must always start
From a gleesome mood, like a sudden breeze,
And hers is purely a matter of art
A muscilar motion made to show
What nature designed to lie beneath
The finer mouth; but what can she do,
If that is ruined to show the teeth?
To her seat in church-a good half mile
When the day is fine she is sure to go,
Arrayed, of course, in the latest btyle
La mode de Paris has got to show,
And she puts her hands on the velvet pew
I(4n hands so white have a taint of sin?)
And think how her prayer book's tint of
blue
Must harmonize with her milky skin!
Ah! what shall we say of one who walks
In fields-of flowers to choose the weeds?
Readh:authors of whom she never talks,
AidtWks of authors she never reads?
She's a charming woman, I've heard it said
By other women as light as she;
But afi vain I puzzle my head
To find wherein the charm may be.
II9 SNAGGLEU'GHOIE.
-0
In Mr. Snaggles' stationery and
book store there was strange com
motion. The clerks, with their
polte manners and air of style,
smiled-at one another beamingly.
Mr. Snaggles' daughter, Leonora,
was coming home from boarding
school, and being an accomplished
scholar and mathematician, was
to be elevated to the post of book
keeper in the store in place of her
fathe~r, retired, and Miss Snaggles,
it was reported, was a rare little
beauty, with the rosiest of cheeks,
darkest of eyes, and most bewitch
ing manners. Indeed, she was a
thoroughly captivating little witch,
ad her presence at the desk
wogld make the store of Claudius
Snaggles a very attractive spot.
Thus reasoned the gentlemanly
clerks upon .the morning, by-the
bye, to welcome so charming a
creature, being full of sunshine,
a spring morning bright in the
extreme. A bevy of clerks stood
by the door talking eagerly togeth
er 'concerning the fair stranger.
Let us listen to their conversa
tion.
"I tell you what," said James
Qeegry,a most important per
sonage in Snaggles' store, as he
stood twisting his light mustache
jauntily-quite a handsome fellow
to behold ; "I tell you what, Miss
Snaggles will find that she must
decide pret.y soon between us all,
for we're in love with her every
one of us, you know, even before
we've' seen her." James. Gregory
smiled conceitedly. It was very
evident upon whom Miss Snaggles'
choice must fall!
"Pshawl" replied another gen
tlemanly clerk, by name Thomas
Gibbs, as he starched his collar
higher in the neck, lingled his
watch-guard, and cursorily glanced
at the ax ray of rings he wore, as
though Leonora Snaggles could re
sist the mighty power of style
and dress: Just at this point
of the conversation the front door
opened and a somewhat seedy-look
ing individual sauntered in with a
slipshod air, his clothes hanging
loosely upon him, and his mass of
rumpled red rair frowsed about
his face, out of which gazed two
sleepy blue eyes, which, spite his
unfortunate appearance, gave him
a touch of beauty, for they were
singularly handsome eyes, though
he rubbed them sleepily and tried,
it seemed, to make them blind al
most with his frantic thrusts at
them.
A laugh greeted this strange
man's appearance. "Ha, Quiggs!"
jeered Snaggles' clerks, contempt
uously. "Late t h i s morning!
Whbere's your broom ?" Quiggs
gazed about him dreamily, and re
plied in a sleepy way:
"Dunno, 'spose it's in the closet."
With which he slipshodded over
to the closet near the desk and
producing therefrom a large broom
began to sweep vigorously. "Wish
yon'd come earlier, Qaiggs," said
Snaggles' young men, as the dust
greeted their nostrils; but Quiggs
only grunted and swept on the
more vigorously. When the store
was nicely cleaned he betook him
self to the pavement in front, and
was still sweeping away there
when Miss Leonora Snaggles made
her appearance through the door
in the rear of the store-which,
by-the-bye, communicated with
the apartments occupied by the
Snaggles familj-and, accompani
ed by her father, a pompous-look
ing, purse-proud fellow,was install
ed at the desk in due state, a queen
in her own right, who gazed sen
timentally off into the distance
with her large-, dark eyes, and cap
tivated Snaggles' clerks immedi
ately with her beauty and grace.
Yet she was not at all as they im
agined her to be. Her- hair was
dark, her complexion brilliant, but
her manners were tinged with the
utmost sadness.
"She has the air of a martyr,"
Thomas Gibbs observed; whereat
Snaggles' clerks all nodded their
heads affirmatively, though they
hadn't an idea what it meant; but
it sounded well and seemed roman
tic. When the clerks were intro
duced to Miss Leonora Snaggles,
she raised her eyes with a strange
ly s a d look, bowed gravely,
and lowered them in such a way
as to display to advantage the fine
fringes of her eyelashes. "By
Jove !" affirmed Gregory, "that
look of hers and that way of hers
are just stunnin'."
And so Miss Snaggles was placed
upon her throne-a position she
occupied with dignity and grace,
though she did not always make
change right, and seemed at times
not quite as absorbed as she might
have been in her business, but sat
often for hours at a time reading
poetry and devouring novels and
manching on chocolate drops, for
which by-the-bye, she was contin
ually dispatching the errand boy,
Quiggs. But whatever she did
Snaggles' clerks thought bewitch
ing; and she keeping them at a
distance, yet had them all her de
voted slaves, so great was their ad
miration for the dark-eyed beau
ty. Gregory was sure she was
desperately taken with him, and
that was the reason of her fond
ness for poetry and candy; whilst
Gibbs rejoiced in his secret heart
that he was such a stylish, well
dressed fellow, it was no wonder
all the girls liked him. But old
Snaggles was a great spy upon Le
onora, and often spoke sharply
to her about mistakes in the
accounts and darkly hinted at the
banishment of poetry and novels
from the desk, whereat his daugh
ter would sometimes burst into
tears, and disappear amidst the
sympathetic regards of Snaggle(
clerks. One day Snaggles hinted
at something which set Gregory
and Gibbs frantic.
"You foolish girl, you !" said
the enraged man-Snaggles we
mean-as he stopped at the desk
and abstracted a volume of Owen
Meredith from Leonora's hands.
"Here you've been two months
in this store and it hasn't cured
you yet? I believe I'll leave you
alone to your fate- poverty and
tomfoolery, Miss Snaggles. Yes,
I repeat,poverty and tomfoolery !"
And Snaggles' angry hand having
caught at the blue and gold vol
ume of poetry, and thrown it vio
lently across the store, it landed
upon the cranium of Quiggs, who
stood by one of the counters dust
ing the books. Quiggs started
abruptly, and an angry flush stole
over his face. Leonora lifted her
tearful eyes and smiled beamingly
upon him. She was always so
good and condescending! The end
of this scene was Miss Snaggles'
disappearance for two whole days,
and the reinstatement of her fa
ther at thne desk ; and meanwhile
Gregory and Gibbs were sure Le
onora was in love with both of
them. Snaggles knew it, and,
purseproud fellow that he was ob
jected to them on account of their
. poverty hence the meancholy,
the poetry and candy, Miss Snag
gles' tears and disappearance!
"She must soon choose between
us," said Gregory fiercely to
Gibbs.
"Tbat s.h e must!" returned
Gibbs, arranging his cravat at one
of the show case windows. -
"She smiled at me sweetly four
days ago," from Gregory.
"She smiled at Quiggs just be- I
fore she left the store," from
Gibbs.
"Quiggs, indeed !" and Gregory
laughed contemptuously.
At the end of two days Miss
Leonora Snaggles came into the
store for sotne note paper.
"Not for me," she said, to Mr.
Gregory, in her low sweet voice,
which sounded full of hushed
tears. "Oh no; for a friend.
Some marked with an initial-the
initial K." Gregory produced the
box. She was always generous to
her friends. She was indeed a I
rare lovely girl. When Miss Snag- 1
gles was supplied with the note
paper she helped herself to some
pens from Mr. Gibbs' hands, and
then departed slowly and sadly i
from the store, but as she stood by I
the door Gregory thought he saw
her smile, and at Quiggs, the er
rand boy. Was such a thing pos
sible? Quiggs did not look guil.
ty, and was sweeping off a-lot of
old boxes in his queer,dreamy way,
as though his life depend'ed upon
it.
So the days sped on, and a week
had passed away, when one morn
ing found old Mr. Snuggles at
his desk bright and early as usual,
but in a terrible humor, as that
boy Quiggs had not put in an ap
pearance. The store was unswept,
and everything was at sixes and
sevens. Snaggles' breakfast had
been badly cooked too,and the maid
said Miss Leonora had a head
ache, and couldn't come down, so
there was no one to make his cof
fee as he wished. A bad morning
with Snaggles, and consequently
a bad morning for Snaggles' clerks.
They were~scolded and stormed
at vigorously, and it was a wonder
they were not dismissed from the
store upon the spot. Customers
coming in, Snaggles subsided, but1
a portentous frown rested upon
his brow and anger glared from
his eyes.
At this stage of affairs a strange
thing occurred. The Snaggles
maid ran into the store hurriedly,
and ran up to Snaggles' desk in a
frantic state of excitement.
"Did you ever, sir ?" she said to
Snaggles. "Miss Leonora tol<d
me last night not to disturb her
till late this moraing, as she had
a headache, and.I went for to fix
her room just now, and she ain't
there, and I found this note for
you, sir, on her dressing table."
Was ever such excitement in
Saggles' store ? Was ever such1
o m moti on any where ? Miss
Snaggles had fled !
As her angry father tore open
her note he read:
"DEAR PA: Of course you will
be angry with me but taking what
you said the other day as your pa
ternal sanction of my union, I
leave this house to marry the man
of my choice, whom you warned
me against, and- on account of
whom you took me away from 1
boarding school, viz.: my former
Latin teacher at Fame's academy,
Mr. Kregs. But your cruel course
did not part two congenial, loving i
heart'4. The man who, though
poor and obscure, deigned to be a 1
suitor for your daughter's hand,
engaged with you as errand boy,
disguised by means of a.red wig,
etc. Yes, papa, he did all this to
win me, and I am to marry<
Quiggs-stupid, foolish Quiggs. i
Go on making your money, papa ;
live to hoard it and be happy.
Let no tifought of me worry you.
When you read this I shall no
longer be Leonora Snaggles, but
"LEoNoRA SNAGGLEs KREGs."
That was a sad day at Snaggles' 1
store for more than one person.
Indeed so great was the- agitationi
of the principal and clerks of<
this establishment that it was clos
ed on that account.1
"Business suspended on account
of repairs," read Snaggles' custo
mers, and' they wondered what
sort of repairs were going on in <
that darkened place. Gregory,
and Gibbs held high holiday,which
they enjoyed to the full by spend- 1
their wounded feelings, and from
being almost enemies they became
firm friends. 0
At the expiration of a week
Snaggles' store was opened again,
and customers thronging in found
everything the same save a new
though in some way familiar face
it the desk, a handsome dark-hair- I
)d and blue-eyed man, introduced
pompuously to them as "My son
n-law, sir, Mr. Krege," by Snag- I
Yles himself. Gregory and Gibbs j
ouldn't stand it at first, but they i
save become accustomed to the I
dea now. Snaggles has rest and
-omfort in his old age, and his ac- 1
ounts were never in so prosper- t
>us a condition.
We passed the old store the e
>ther day, and, chancing to gaze a
Lt the signboard, saw that a new t
Lnd stylish one replaced the famil- I
ar sign of "Claudius Snaggles." C
[ndeed, we read-in the guilt let
,ers, fashioned so artistically, the i
iames: f
"Snaggles & Kregs, booksellers i
Lnd stationers," from which we c
nfer that Leouiora's father was e
iot after all, so very much dis- '
>leased with her strange choice. t
t
r
ONE TOUCH OF NATURE.
I
L THRILLING RAILWAY INCIDENT IN
GERMANY. t
A European correspondent of
r
he Boston Advertiser tells this
ouching story in a pleasant
Vay:
It was a third-class carriage. She
vas apleasant-faced young woman,
oing, I think, for the first time
fter her marriage, to visit her f
arents in her old home, to show
hem their two fine grandchil
ren. At least this was the little
istory I built up for her in my
wn brain from a word or two
hat I heard between her and her
roung husband at the station as he
ut her into the carriage with an
dP.ectionate farewell. I always
iatch with great interest the fare
ell and greetings of my fellow
ravellers, and have a fashion of
Jinking out for myself the whole
tory of their* previous lives from
,e little hints that 1 get in this
ray. It is to me as if [ were per
nitted to open the second volume
>f an interesting romance, and al
C
n this, and asked to gress as near
y as possible from this one scene
,he previous course of the story2
and the characters of the actors in
t.
The'youingest child was an in
'ant of about three or four months C
ld-very quiet and good; the 2
>her was a pretty, restless little 5
~irl of three, who could not be i
~till a single moment, arnd kept ~
he careful mother busy by her ~
uestions and wants and childish
>rattle. She was not at all bash
al, and soon talked to us also in
uch a natural, coquettish, conde
eending way tbat we were quite
n love with the charmirg little
assie, and begged her mother not2
o check her innocent advances to
2
Is.
When we had been traveling
ogether for two or three hours,E
nd began to feel quite like old ac
uaintances, while the train was
~oing at full speed, the mother
alf rose from her seat to place t
he little girl, who had left her r
lace again, on the opposite seat. C
ow it happened Ihave neverun. e
lrstood, it was one of those acci- s!
lents which seem impossible, and, d
n fact only -happen once in a hun- ~
Ired thousand times ; but just as I
he stood half erect, holding her ~
leeping babe upon one arm and ~
er little frolicsome maiden some
hat awkwardly on the other, t
he little girl made one of her sud- ~
len, quick movements, and in an 2
ntant she was gone from our 1
~yes.
What a moment!I The poor mo
her stood fixed and rigid in ex- a
mtly the same attitude, her arms C
till bent as though arour.1 her I
bild, gazing with wide open, fix- I
d eyes at the place whence she i
anished. She seemed literally, i
addenly turned to stone; with I
he rest of us the case was almost 3
he same. TTow long this lasted I I
lo not know; doubtless it seemed
lo us much longer than it really
was. Then the young mother
;eemed to come to herself, and
nade a sudden movement as if she
would spring through the window
Lfter her vanished darling, now far
Lway. I caught her quickly fast
Lnd held her while the kind young
ady who sat opposite to me
,ok the baby- from her arms,
nd we all began to talk together,
io one listening to the other,
bout what was to be done for
ier. Somehow we managed in
mar excitement to do all that was
)ossible; the guard came, the
rain was stopped, and the mother
vithoat speaking to one of us, or
ven looking at us, left the train,
upporting herself on the arm of
he sympathising guard, while he
ield the sleeping baby fast in the
ther.
Of course the train must go
rith increased speed to make up
Dr the moment of delay, so there
vas no chance for us to see more
f the poor bereaved mother. "Tel
graph to us at next station," said
ne of the railroad functionaries to
he guard. "Yes, yes, do be sure
o do it immediately," cried a doz
n voices; for in some mysterious
ray the news of the accident had
un through the train as if by
lectricity, and, a long row of
ympathizing faces watched from
he carriage the disappearing of
he mother and the guard.
"It will take her half an hour to
each the spot, and it is just thir
v-five minutes now to the next
tation," said the stout gentlemen
a the corner taking out his watch
nd holding it open in his hand
is eyes fixed upon it. He had
truck me as one of the .most sel
sh and disagreeable old gentlemen
ossible; scarcely answering a po
te question from a neighbor, and
hen in the shortest and gruffest
anner possible he had seemed
ompletely. absorbed by his news
aper and his snuff-box, not hav
3g noticed the little fairy in any
ray except to glance at her now
dthen with a savage expression
s her clear, childish laugh had
isturbed his reading. Now his
hole soul seemed to be fixed on
he watch before hina, and he'
chided the tardy flight of time"
gain and again in wo'rds more for
ible than ornamental.
There was. a young would-be
landy in one corner ; light, straw
olored gloves, a slender cane, an
fant moustache, and an eyeglass
tuck in one eye seemed to be, in
is own opinion, tokens of vast
uperiority over the other travel
rs; and he spoke very little, ex
ept occasionally to make some
uercilious remark or ask some
nestion about third class travel
og, apparently to produce on us
he impression that he was a
oung nobleman or prince, per
aps, in disguise, seeing for himself
ow ordinary mortals fared.
Vat a change had come over
im now; the eyeglass hung dang
ng hither and thither ; with the
:id gloves, of which he had been
o dainty, he had grasped the dus
y facing of the door, and was
training his gaze, first backward,
ntil the poor mother was no long
r to be seen, and then forward
o the next station, where news
as to meet us.
N{ow at last we are there; the
rain halts, and one of .the guards
un quickly into the little office
ver which "Telegraph" is paint
d. Everybody who cazj possibly
at his or her head out of the win
ow on that side thrusts it out.
~here is a moment of intense sue
ense; hero comes the guard
gain with a dispatch in his hand ;
e stands about mid way between
be ends of the train and begins
read it out in his clear, loud,
ificial tones: "Child perfectly
ound ; alighted on a pile of straw
a a field, not two feet from a stone
ral."
Then what a scene ! Every man
,t the train windows has his hat'
if in a moment, and is waving it
,nd cheering as if he would split
is throat; every woman is buried
n h6r pocket handkerchief, cry
og and laughing together. The
tout old egotist and the vain
roung datdy have thrown their
ms arondr each no.har. and are
embracing with that heartiness
that belong to the sons of the
Vaterland although they never
met before this morning. The
stiff old maid in the corner has
shaken my hands in both her
own so many times that I feel
they are quite sore.
All the inhabitants of the little
village come running around the
train: "Whatis it? Whereis he?
is it the Kaiser himself, or is it the
Kronprinz?" they ask in bewilder
ed excitement at the sight of ours.
But all the Kaisers and Kron
prinzes in Europe put together
could not have aroused the flood
of feeling that surged through
that train. It was sympathy with
a sentiment far older than loy
alty-older than the King to
whom loyalty is due which was
stirring every heart; it was sympa
thy with a mother's love!
How THEY WILL SQUEAK.-A
man who draws the prize of
squeaking boots from a shoe store
always gets them on Saturday,
and by the next day the full pow
er of the squeak is developed.
He arrives at church at the open
ing of the long prayer, and is ad
mitted by the sexton with admon
itory gestures of silence. The
first step inside the door is follow
ed by a sound like that of ripping
a clapboard from the side of a
barn, while all the ladies on the
right side of-the aisle tip their
topknots on one side and squint
from their left eyes, those on the
other side reversing the order.
Balancing painfully on his corn, he
makes a more gradual effort, and
is rewarded by hearing the same
harmonic reverberance like linked
aweetwess, long drawn out. Then
he tries to navigate on the balls
of his feet, and wabbles along on
his heels. He clutches convulsive
ly at the sides of the pews to light
en his weight, knocks down a wo
man's parasol, and gets all the dea
cons to raising their bald heads
and the skin acrosstheir foreheads,
and scowling as they do the rest
of the week. So he determines to
mind the matter no more, and
trots along fast, jerking out spas
modic shrieks- with a regularity
that .he never could attain at any
thing else, and reaches his pew
with all his under garments turn
ed to porous plasters, and his face
of a color to match the saint done
in red glass in the principal win
dow.
A DREADFU IRsUr.-There
are two persons on the lawn. It
is pa and ma. They are playing
croquet. She is ahead of him.
See how she smiles. There, he
has . passed her. She does not
smile now. She- only hammers
the ground. How he keeps going'
through the arches. it is,not her
turn yet. But how hard she hits
her ball. Did you hear some glass
jingle ? It was the cellar windo w.
There is her mallet, two. It is
flung toward the man. See how
he dodges it. It has landed over
the fence.. The woman has got
through. She is going into the
house. How furiously she
twitches along. Now the man is
left alone, lie 'is playing croquet
all by himself.
Polished manners have often
made scoundrels successful, while
the best of men, by their hardness
and coolness,have done themselves
incalculable injury-the shell be
ing so rough that the world could
~not believe that there was a pre
ious kernel within i t. HEad
Raleigh never flung down his cloak
in the mud for proud Elizabeth to
walk on, his career in life would
have hardly been worth recording.
Scores of men have been success
ful in life by pleasing manners
alone.
Some of the New York papers
are beginning to cry against 'the
lavish expenditure of money for
hurch music in Gotham. The to
tal cost of all the choirs is said to
be not less than $500,000. The
highest price paid an organist is
$2,500, and a singer $1,500, the
latter sum being paid to Miss Im
ogene Brown, of St Bartholomew.
Our devil says he likes to work
after hours, because it ispast-time.
MR. WARNER TRIES IT.
Mr. Warner, a respectable and
law-abiding citizen of Baker street,
rode home in an express wagon
the other day, having a band fire
extinguisher and the driver for
company.
"What's that thing?" asked his
wife in contemptuous tones as
she opened the hall door.
"What's that? Why that's a
fire extinguisher-best thing you
ever saw-meant to have got one
a year ago."
"Jacob you are always making
a fool of yourself," she continued
as she shut the door. "Every
patent right man gets around you
as a cat lays for a mouse."
"Does, eh? Ifyou know anything
at all you'd know that every store
and office in Detroit has one o'
these. They've saved lots of
buildings, and may save ours."
"You throw it at a fire, don't
you?" she asked in sarcastic
toneis.
He carried it up stairs into a
closet without replying, and she
followed on and asked:
"Don't it shoot a fire out?"
"If you don't know anything,
I'll learn you something! It is
full of chemicals; you strike on
this knob on top and she's all ready
to open this faucet and play on the
fire."
She grinned as she walked
around it and finally asked:
"Do you get a horse to draw it
around ?"
"No, I don't get a horse to draw
it around. You see these straps ?
Well, I back .up, put my arms
through them, and here it is on
my back."
"I see it is," she sneered.
"And can't I run to any part of
the house with it?" he demanded.
"See-see-?"
And he cantered along the hall,
into the -bedrooms and out, and
was turning the head of the stairs
when his foot caught in the carpet.
He threw up his arms -and she
grabbed at him, and both rolled
down stairs..- He yelled and she
yelled. -Sometimes he was ahead,
and ien she took the lead, and
neither of them had passed under
the "string" when the extinguish.
er, bumping and jamming, began
to shoot off itg charge of chemi
cals.
"You old-!" she started to say,
when a stream from the hose
struck her between the eyes, and
she didnt't finish.
"What in-o-uc-h 1" roared Mr.
Warner, as he got a dose in his
ear.
They brought up in a heap at
the bottom of the stairs,the stream
playing into the parlor against
the hall door, and up stairs by
turns, and she gasped:
"I'll have you sent to a foci
asylum."
"Who's a fool ?" he roai,ed, dan
cing around with his eyes full of
chemicals.
"I'm fainting!" she squeaked.
"And I've broken my back !" he
shouted.
It was a sad house when those
two highly respectable old people
got so that they could use.their
eyes and discuss matters calmly.
And she doubled up her fist and
hoarsely said:
"Take that investigator, or dis
tinguisher, or whatever you call it
back down town, and. tell every
body that you are a lunatic."
And he said:
"Dummit I know,.more than all
your family put together."
[Detroit Free Press.
Two chums, desiring to make
themselves comfortable, had a
stove put up in their chamber.
One bought the stove and the
other paid a mason to have a hole
cut in the chimney. They broke
up housekeeping the other. day
and divided the effects. One
took the stove and the other the
hole.
When freedom from her moun
tain height unfurled her standard
to the air, her skirts, pinned back
so very tight, made her appear
exceeding spare.
What is the best thing to hold
when you get out of temper ?
Your tongue.
LO, THE POOR INDIAN.
"Got an Injun for you!" whis
pered Bijab, as a prison came out
in the Detroit police court.
He was a deck-hand on a propel
ler. Some one had injured hisleft
eye, his proud spirit was down to
zero,and his outfit would have sold
for twenty-five cents at a second
hand clothing store. Still he was
an Indian, and as good-looking an
Indian as can be found on the
plains.
"Is your name Okemos?" asked
the court. '
"No, sir-named Sam," was
the reply.
"Where is your lodge?"
"Down here ten rods."
"Where is your squaw ?"
"Him run away two year ago."
"Where is your tribe ?"
"Eh?"
"Where, sir, are the dignified,
stoical and gallant red men of the
forest who used to camp on the
very spot where this station house
now stands ?"
"Him in Toledo, I guess,"
responded Sam. ,
"Child of the forest-native of
the prairies, I feel sad for you,"
said the court, as he leaned back
and shucked a peanut. "No lodge
-no tribe-no chief-no war
horse-noscalps. Whereyouplay
ed when a child you will now find
oyster cans and old boots. White
men are raising cabbages and such
base track on the hills where you
used to hunt the wild roebuck.
Where you once halted to listen
to the whispers -of the streamlet,
you will now hear the sound of a
John Chinaman chasing a woolen
undershirt up and do n .a m ash
board. I don't want to strike an
Injun after he is down. Go away,
restless, broken spirit-get out of
doors and try and be a better red
man!"
"Heap glad-old man heap good
feller!" whispered the delighted
Sam, as he bent his back and shot
under the rope.
[Detroit Free Press.
Atlanta Constitution: "'Pears
ter me, Pete," remarked Si, as the
two stood in front of the shop di
viding a nickle's worth of tobac
co, "'pears to me dat de bot
tom rail is ridin' de fence now!
'Taint like t'ings used to wuz
when Bullick and all do udder
'Publikins was shassayin' 'round
hyar 1" "1 wuz pesterin' of my
self las' nite 'bout dat, too, Pete!
De nigger isn't sich a big elem
phint in de p'literkill sicherwa
shun, fur a fack !" "Yaas; de dim
mycrats is scoopin' up de publick
ins all de time now an' it's 'bout
time for de niggers to change
kyars,'kase de-ole train is gittin'
swiched off on do side track to
stay dar!" "I t'ink so too; kase
der isn'aut one squad 'o radikils
in offis n6w-dem's de not'ry 'pub
likins-an' I'm t'inking dat dey
bab to take down dero tin sines
arter de next 'lecshun I" "Looks
moughtly dat way 1" said Si, as
he wandered off with a doleful
"So long."
"Johnny, don't you think you
have got as much as you can car
ry ?" said Frank to his brother,
who was standing with open arms
receiving the bundles his father
placed upon them. "You've got
more than you can carry now."
'Never mind," said Johnny, in a
sweet, happy voice, "my father
knows how much I can carry."
How long it takes many of us to
learn the lesson little Johnny had
by heart. "Father knows how
much I can carry." No grumbling,
o discontent, but a sweet trust in
ur father's love and care that we
will not be overburdened. Our
Heavenly Father never lays a bur
:en upon us we cannot bear. So
we will trust Him, as little John
ny did his father.
Why is the letter R very unfor
tunate ? Because it is always in
trouble, wretchedness, and mis
ry, is the beginning of rioC and
ruin, and is never found in peace,
innocence, or love.
No well-bred gentleman will
spit on the carpet- of a lady's par
lor while there is a vase within
eas each on the mantleDiece.