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.VA,-N N T Fa~~OL X.b&jTO NO 39.0 J Thisis the wheat The Wheat well pftn, man's lawful spoa, The new-pluck fruit of patient toil; P1dge me the farmes' ainewy hand His good.v acres, waiting stand; Pledge me the hands his force can wield To plow to w, to reap the field I Bruise the bght heads and break them sore, Seatter the chaff from door to door, Show me the kernel sound and sweet The nation's bread, the winnowed wheat! This is the flail The noisy flail, whose loud uproar Wears the oaken threshing-floor' A measured beat, a ringing rounA, A hardened resonance of sound! e long, lo seafrqldb evaxqd wane, i rop down t he sheaves of garnered grain, And empty, careless laughter-wild, .The yellow straw is loosely plied. Those level crashings tell the tale Swing round the flail, the mighty flall I These ate the men2 ' Fhe men who cleave, Vith tturdy roke, ' The fallen giant's heart of oak, Now build for life and life's demands, And fill with bread the waiting lands. Clash rhyine with rhyme, the threshers' song Deal blows on blows, strike loud and long; The wrench of hunf V e-Jvps at length TIe Iron of unyiel ng regth; Wield the bent blade-agaln, again, And serve the puny race of Men - Elaine V(oodaie in the CrUic. .THE PAINThBD FAN. "Yot won't forgot me, little one ?" said Earl Lysle, in his softest accents, looking down with earnest eyes into the sweet flower-face, so tustfully uplifted to his own. "No, I will never forget you," answered the girl. And the blue eyes grew moist, and the red lips trembled. The promise broke down the last remnant of her strength; the next moment she had burst into -phasionate, bitter weepipg. It seemed as thohgh the branches in the tree above them bent pityingly down upon them; as though the sun lingered a moment in its tenderest sympathy, ere breathing his good night to the world; though the robin checked his notes to listen to the sobs which echoed through the silence of the wood, and stirred Earl Lysle's heart ts it lhado not b1e stirr6d before for many a long year. He had won the love of many women -won it often for the mere pleasure of winning; sometimes he had won and worn it until it weaie-dhi), but alwpys blieving that had the ,cond~ion been- re versbd, the woinan'w6tdld h t*h done even as he did. In this case he knew differ ently. When he first met Lena Man ming she had been a child. It had been his hand which had guided her wavering steps across the boundary line from childhood to womanhood; he who had wakened her child-heart from its slum her, For what ? For i? It had been in his life a summer-idyl, a passing folly; in hers, the one spot from which all things henceforth mustr4s4,te. Hie was a man of the world; shet'child of nature whose world henceforth was bounded by the horizon of his presence. "Hush, Lena-hush!" he entreated, passing his arm about her waist, "'Do you really care for me like this ?" A passing pride stirred at his ques tio4you care for me o ittl t can not understand it ?"' she answeid "Nay! I love you very dearly--so dearly, Lena, that, might I carve out my own desires, and forget my duties, I would never go back to the great city, and the life which has grown wearisome. As it is, I must go; but, Lena, if I may, dear---if I can so shape my destiny some day I will leave it all behinid- me, and come again, this time to pluck and wear my sweet woodland rose next to my * heart forever." Pretty words were very inatu'ral to Earl Lysle; yet even as he spoke these words, he knew that ere another year had run its course, he was dtesined to lead to the altar his heires-casina tall, haughty brunette-whose letter of recall now lay in the breast-pocket of his ooat. "But-but if things should go amiss --not as you fancy ?" There was absolute terror in the girl's tones-error so great tisit, to the man, it seemed ,cruelty not to quiet it; and, besides, his heart was stirring wit~iin -him- to nobler, better purposes.:' Perchance he might avow to his be trothed the truth, that. instead of a mar riage of convenience, he sought a mar riage of love, and ask her to free him from chains whichi already began to gall ere they were fully forged. *So he only drew closer to him the girl's slender figure until the blonde head lay on his shouider, as he stooped and pressed his lips to its golden crown. "Have no fear, my little one, I will come back with the first snow." "You promise, Earl?" "I promisel" Lena h -de* the summer rather th fy tres, th birds, th t1 rs, the k -all had been tei- sweltob greetd with foliage, *1* - . ght of the She smiled frod~lier window, as she ' Iood out one bright mornijlg APPIT tihe -.ids that i. She laughed w)iei people fisit it would be an early winter. * All her painting-for she possessed great talent with her bruiih--depicted winter scenes--snow and ioe.,. But 'ust at the Thanksiving~ season -her fatter, a sturdy farmer, waes borne senseless, one day, to his liome, and died before he recovered consciousness. * It was her first real grief..- She had lost her mother when an infant. It seemed to her that, she could not have haed stitength to live through' it, but that, as they lowered the coffin into thergrave, a few flakes of snjow camae whirlin down 4r0m the gray sky, and the 'we comned them as hesaven-sent rusen erasof hope. When she came back the qniet house, through whose rooms the dear cheery voice would never more echo, she almost expected to find some one u waiting for her: but all was still and a desolate. They were dreary weeks that followed i -the more dreary that she found a d heavy mortgage lay on the farm, and f that when all things were cleared up, there would be left to her but a few hun dred dollars. - "He will not care," she murmured. y "It will prove his love for me the more." The week after the funeral, set in the first heavy snow-storm, and the papers 1, told how it had spread from one end of the country to the other. Lena was almost barricaded in her lonely home, but she sat all day, with folded hands, looking upon the soft, feathery flakes - wa hing the drifts E grow higher and higher-and knew that it was all bringing summer to her heart. The neighbors came to take her ii their sleighs, when the sun peeped out again and all the earth was wrapped in its white mantle. They said that her cheeks were pale and her hands fever ish, and that she must have more of this clear, bracing air. But she shook her head and refused 1 to go. Could she leave the house, when at any moment he might come? Besides, she had sent to him a paper with the announcement of her father's death, and this must surely hasten him. But day succeeded day, until week followed week, and still he neither came nor sent her word. The snow-clouds had formed and fallen many times, and each time her heart grew sick with long- n mng.-n She loved him so wholly, she trusted him so completely.that she thought only a sickness or death could have kept him a from her. The hours dragged very slowly. Her 1 little studio was neglected. She sat all day, and every day, beside the window, until one morning she wakened to know that the first robin had returned, and the first breath of spring was in the air. He had failed to keep his promise to her. d That sane day they told her that the a farm must be sold. Many neighbors i offered her a home, but she declined them all. A sudden resolution came to her. She would go to the city where he lived. i Her pride forbade her seeking him, but a maybe, if he were not dead, as she often f feared, she might one day meet him in 1 the street, or at least hear some news of him. , t The hope of meeting him-of hearing 1 him-vanished, when she found herself in the great metropolis, and realized its size and immensity. r She had secured a comfortable home with a good, motherly woman, but her f purse was growing scanty, and she could a not tell how long it might hold out, un less she could find some means of sup- a port, when one day, sauntering idly on the street, glancing into a shop-window, she saw some fancy articles, painted by r hand. Giathering up her courage, she went in " and asked if there was sale for that sort ~ of work, and if she might be allowed to test her skill. s From that hour all dread of want van ished, and, now that hands were busy, she found less time to brood and think. "I want a fan painted," the man said to her, one day. "You may make an r original design, but it must be very n; beautiful."s Lena's heart had been very sad all day, r~ as, at evening, she unfolded the satin, e and, eat down, brush in hand, to fulfill t4 this latest order. t "It is a gift to an expectant bride, the shopkeeper had said; and the wordsc had, recalled all the long wvaiting, the weary .disappointment, .those words might bring. And, as she thought, she sketched,a and the hours crep~t on and the eveningn grew into night, and the night into morning, and still she bent over her work, silent, engrossed.d The next day, the gentleman who had given the order for the fan saunterecd into the store. With an air of pardonable satisfaction, the man drewv it from theg box. f "The young artist has outdone herself, o sir," he said. "I never saw a more ti beautiful piece of work, and the design d is entirely her own. I-" f But he checked his sentence.k The gentleman had taken the fan in a his hands, and was examining it with j< startled eyes, and face from which every ti trace of color had fled. f Could it be that the word Nemesis g was painted upon the satin? No, this t< was all he saw. On one side was a i woodland scene, while, seated on a logu beneath the leafy branches of an old oak, were two figures, one a man, and r< one a woman. His arm was about her a waist. Her lips seemed to move, her d whole expression was full of love and v trust, and his of promise. A little laugh- a inig stream ripppled at their feet. A r bird sang overhead. Where had he seen just such a scene p before? He turned the fan on the other fi aidAp Bummer~ had vanished. It was h winter here. Naught but the fast-falling si snow drifting in white heaps upon the b) earth. f *"Who painted this?" he asked, in b hoarse, changed tones. v The man gave thQ~ xame and address. Hlow well he had known it! but how g Oame Lena here? And what was this b which stirred through every fibre of his 0 being? Could it be that his manhood c gtytredeem him? WJith swift steps he walked to the ti house of his betrothed. Stately and beautiful, she came into the drawing- C room to greet him and bent her head di that he might touch her forehead with at his lips. "Helen, do you lQve me?" She had known him for long years. but ever had she heard such earnestness, uch real passion, in his tones. It was as though his very soul hung on er answer. Strange, she had never reampt his love for her was more than riendship, such as she had felt for him. A tinge of color crept into her cheek. "I have promised to marry you, Earl. ou know that I am fond of you, and highly respect you. Will not this sat fy you?" "No. I want all the truth. Is your Aart mine--all mine, so that, to tear me rom it, would be to tear it asunder?" "No, Earl. If it were for your happi ess or mine, I could give up my lover nd still hold my friend and cousin." He seized her hand and carried it to his ps more fervently than he had done ven in the moment of his courtship. 'hen, taking the fan from his pocket, he nfolded it, and told her all the tale of is summer romance. "I thought I could forget her," he Pid, in ending, "and that when the now fell and I did not return to he, she rould cease to remember me; but see, Felen! She still remembers, and I still >ve. I do not know what brings her ere. I have heard nothing from her ince last summer. But. tell me. cousin iine, what must I do? I leave it all to o1.,, "I said that I would be your friend. row, I will be hers as well. Go to her, ,arl. Tell her all the truth. Then, if lic forgives you, make her your wife. If [ie is alone in the world, as perhaps she ay be, bring her to me. She shall be iarried from my house, as my sister. I ccept this fan, not as a lover's gift, but pledge to the truer, more honest bond hich henceforth binds us." Lena was exhausted after her sleep ,ss night, and, throwing herself on the >unge in the sitting-room of her kind ostess, she had fallen into a dreamless umber. Long Earl Lysle stood and watched er, until the magnetism of his glance roused her. She thought that she was reaming of the fai; but as he stooped nd took her in his arms, she knew that was reality. She listened silently while he told her l-even his struggle for forgetfulnen ud his ignorance of his own heart and z demands. She heard that she han ent the paper with the news of he ither's'death to the wrong address, that to had known nothing of the long. -mely winter to which had succeeded his wonderful, glorious summer-tim a 01)0. Poor child! She had no room for iride in the heart so filled by his image. [ohe forgot that there was sore need for >rgivexess. He loved her now! Of that she was ssured; and after all, the snow had only Lin upon the ground to warm the earth, uid foster the rich, sweet violets, which ow bloomed and clustered at her feet. 3ady for her to stoop an'd pluck them. Perhaps some women, in their pride, onld have rejected them. She could ot; but, stooping, kissed them, then ansp1lanted them to her heart, there to ied sweet fragrance forevermore.. A Leadville Minister. The following remarkable report of rotestant Episcopal life in Leadville was ado by the Rev. T. J. Mackay, a mis onary mn charge of that church, on a scent Sabbath in one of the large nirches of that denomination (Dr. New >n's), in Philadelphia. After stating iat when he went to Leadville, he found, istead of a hamlet, a thriving town, with mnrches of every denomination, five anks, five daily newspapers, etc., he uid: "My first vestryman could drink more hisky than any man in the town. Shortly rter I made my appearance in the town iy parishioners invited me to a church ciable, and upon going I was astonished see the worthy people waltzing and ancing in the most scandalous manner. o add to this there are two streets whose atire length were made up of low dance ouses. How was I to overcome such a igantic evil? I secured a hail, had the oor waxed, and after engaging a band ! music, I sent out invitations to all 10 young men of the place to come own and have a dance. I instructed my oor manager-who, by the way, made >ts of money and skipped--not to allow ny waltzing. The result was, after en >ying square dances until 11 o'clock 1o participants quietly dispersed. Some ny said: "Wait until the preacher oes, then we'll have a waltz," but I was >O smart for them-I carried the key of Ie hall in my pocket, and did not leave ntil all had departed. Every other ecek .I gave such a sociable, and the asults are remarkably good. This char stor of mission would not do in Phila elphia or Boston, but it will do in Lead lie. It may seem ungodly to practice ich a course, but it is the only way to sach these people. When I first went ut there the congregation used to ap land me when I was preaching, but I nally got them out of such an unholy abit. No matter who dies, the proces on is headed by a brass band. When I urled Texas Jack, the partner of Buf dlo Bill, the cortege .was headed by a rass band of forty-two pieces. Lead [ie is also a great place for titles. verybody has a title. Captain is pretty Dod but to command attention one must s a Colonel or a General. I am a sort a General. I belong to five military )mpanmes, and in my 6apacity as a ilitiaman I watch over my congrega on. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ OFd the fifty-eight men who framed the onstitution and declared the indepen mco of Texas, March 2, 1888, one is ill living, Dr. Charles B. Stewart, of [ontgnmary C!nnnty. NEWS GLEANINGS. There are 271,461 negroes in Kentucky. Tuscaloosa, Alabama, is to have a < street railroad. North Carolina has 26,900 colored voters. The locusts have appeared in middle Tennessee. Corn prospects throughout Florida I are very fine. Louisville, Kentucky, has a public E library of 50,000 volumes. A 250 pound turtle was caught on Perjsacola beach last week. 1 Last year Bullock county, Alabama, ( bought 70 tons of guano; this year she t buys 416 tons. W. H. Pillow has shipped from Pen sacola, Florida, this season, thirty-nine thousand quarts of strawberries. The Goldsboro (N. C.) Advance says t bushels, barrels and hogsheads of straw. berries at five cents a quart, and acres in the fields red with them for picking. Mr. Alger, of New York, has taken charge, and will begin and push through water works for Charlotte, North Caro lina. Mr. L. O'Neil, of Nassau county, Fla., cleared $600 on a small patch of celery during the'past winter. During last week, 50,000, pounds of strawberries were shipped froniQhattan ooga to Cincinnati. They brought $5,000. J. W. Willis. of Crystal Riyer, Flor- i ida, has a field of corn that :averages betwen eleven and twelve feet high and not yet tasseled. The center of population of the United States is placed in Kenton county, Ken tucky, a mile from the south bank of the Ohio river. Two men recently found a cypress tree in Clay county, Florida, that meas ured four feet from the ground 25 feet in circumference. At Goodlettsville, Tennessee, a few days since, 653 lambs were 801d at five cents prr pound, and were shipped to New York by a Bowling Green man. It will take forty thousand bushels of corn to run the Dale county, Alabama, farmers this year. So they will have some $60,000 to pay for that article next fall. The Tecumseh furnace, at Rome, Ga., is said to be making an average of twenty tons a dlay, and not to have been cool in six years. Rev. Dr. S. G. Hillyer has resigned the pastorate of the Baptist church at Forsyth, Ga., andl received a call from the church at Washington, Ga. This leaves vacant also tlie Presidency of Monroe Female College. Nashville, Tennesse, is well provided with schools. Among the most import c ant institutions of learning are the Nashville University, Vanderbilt, Ward's Seminary, with its 250 youngr ladies, Price's Seminary, and Fisk's I University, the latter being a colored institution, well endowed, and provided with miagnificent buildings.( The Decoration of a Room. Crude white is in favor with house, a wives for ceiings-"it looks so clean.' i That is just its fault. It looks so clean s even when it is not, that it makes all t else look dirty, even though it may be i clean. To paint the flat ceiling of s p moderate-sized room by hand is simply I a waste of labor. It is only at great per- ( sonal inconvenience that one can look long at it, while, as a matter of fact, no one cares to do so. You see it occasion ally, by accident, and for a moment and, that that casual glimpse shouli i not be ashook to theeye, asitisas well i to tint it in accordance with the room,* or even cover it with a diapered paper, which will to somne estent withdraw the attention from tue cracks that frequent ly disfigure the ceilings of modern i houses. What hand-painting we can afford may best be reserved for the p an- ] nels or doors, window shutters, and the r like, where it can be seen-these doors t and the other woodwork being painted t in two or three shades of colors, flat or t varnished, according as we prefer soft ness of tone or durability of surface. t Perhap it will be best in this instance t that te woodwork should fall in with j the tone of the dado; but this is not a t point on which any rule can be laid a down. The decoration of the panels should be in keeping with the wall paper patterns. It may be much more pronounced than they, but still it must I not assert itself. One great point of consideration in the decoration of a room u is the relation of the various patterns d one to another. It may often be well to e sacrifice an otherwise admirnble design t simply because you can find nothing k else to go with It. A single pattern, once chosen, will often contral the whole scheme of decoration. -Magazine' of 4 "Going to School." Class in geography, stand up. Now, vho can tell me who was King of the Jannibal Islands 400 years ago? What, tan no one answer this gravely important tuery? Is it possible that you have mnowingly kept yourselves in the dark in a point which may one day decide the ate of the nation? Very well ; the vhole class will stay for an hour after chool as a punishment. The "B" class in geography will )lease arise and come forw ard for trial m1d sentence. Now then, in what diree ion from San Francisco are the Man ,rove Islands? What! can no one an wer? And you boys expect to grow up nd become business men, and you girls o become wives, and yet don't know vhether the Mangrove Islands are north, iast or southwest of San Francisco! I hall send the boys up to the principal o be thrashed, and the girls will have ko recess. 'I'he class in history will now take the >rwoners' )ox, and tell the jury whether unflower seeds are among the exports >f Afghanistan. No answer? None of rou posted on this moinentuous ques ion? Two thirds of you on the point of eaving school to mingle inl the bulsy cones of life, and yet you do not know vhether Afghanistan exports sniflower eeds or grindstones! For five years I ave labored here as a teacher, an1d nolw find that my work has bwen thrown -way. Go to your seats and I will think ip some mode of punishment befitting 'our crime. The advanced class in mathematics vill now step forward. One of you )lease step to the blackboard and illus rate the aigul ar rectangle northeast !orner of a quadrangle. What! No one ii all this class able to make that simple llustration? James and John and Joseph Lnd Henry, you expect to become mer ulhants, and Mlary and Kate and Nancy 6nd Sarab, you are all old enough to be aarried, anI yet you confess your igno. ance of angular rectangbuhr quad rangn ers before the whole school ! John, uppose you becoy a wholesale grocer. )o you ex pect to buy te and sugar and offce an- spices, and sell the same 6gain without reference to quadrangles? dIary, suppose you go to the store to my four yards of factory at ten cents a rard. How are you going to be certain ,hat you have not been cheated if you ,annot figure the right angle of a trian gle? Ah, me! I might as well resign my position and go home and die, for the next generation will be so ignorant that all educated persons will feel themselves strangers and outcasts.-Detroit 1rce Prc8. A Relle of Washington. An old walnut cabinet of antique de sigii has been discovered in the store of rink Ware, a second-hand furniture healer in Staunton, Va., to which uin isual interest attaches. In moving the lesk Ware turned it up and his eye fell )0pon a singular looking inscription, to leeipher whioh lie called in the aid of everal gentlemen, to make it out as fol ows: "To George Washington by D. Wehifter in ye year 1777," and in another 'lace: "Ye de(sk was presented to George WVashiington in ye year of ye Lord 1777 by D. Wehfter." The inscrib~ton is inite distinct, except the "D)" p~receding Webster. The cabinet was bought re ~ently at a sale of the effects of the vidow of the late Samuel Clark, a former f1ayor of Staunton, and is about three eet long and one deep and stands upon our slender crooked legs. A drawer uns the whole length of the cabinet at ho top and there are smaller shallow nes beneath this, with an old fashioned >rass handle. It has been found that samuel Clark married a daughter of samps)onl Matthews, who was the first aian who ever kept a tavern in Stannton. lisi tavern, which hias long since disap 'eared, was a rendezvous for Continental oldiers. Gieneriil Matthews, a brother f the tavern-keeper, wvas a friend of leneral Washington and was Governor f Georgia after the war. The old desk v'idently passed from General Washing on into the hands of Governor Matthews ndso into his brother's family. Its lontity is much strengthened by the trong resemblance between the inscrip ion uplonl it and the handwriting of Vashington as seen* upon0 an old auto-. rap~h letter of his which has been runted up and compared with it. --Phil <delph~ia Times.R. True to the last. Daisy Shoemaker, the prettdaughter fa farmer living near Richmoznd, Va., Lad agreed to elope with Westlana Pierce, >ut when the critical moment arrived he feared to transgress her parents' rishes, and would not go to the rendez 'ous. Her sister Jane, two years her enior, begged her to keep her trust with ier lover, but all in vain. "Welfl, if you Lon't keep your word with West Pierce, 'll do it for you," she said, and indig iantly leaving her sister, she got into he buggy and dashed off despite he screams of her sister. Mis Jane eached the waiting placo; explanations rere made; she said she war willing to ake her sister's p lace. The lover, anched by her pluck and captivated by Ler determination not to let the plan fall lirough, did actually marry her-so the tory goes. A Disgraced Daughter. A doting mother in Chicago displayed uer solicitude for her daughter's good Lame by frantically rushing into the tation and shouting, "My daughter is Lisgraced I" True enough, she had loped with an insurance agent; but had he mother been discreet she wouldn't ave given it away. Tun New York Central runs one hun red and sixty trains a day-one every ina minntest HUMORS OF THE DAY. TROUBLE that has been bruin for some time is hard to bear. To step on a man's corn is a bad sign. Look out for trouble.-Brooklyn Union Argus. VERY precocious and forward children are not the salt of the earth. They are too fresh. TiE man who picked up a "well-filled pocket-book" was disgusted to find it full of tracts on honesty. A WOMAN'S work is never done, be eause when she has nothing else to do she has her hair to fix, THE Syracuse herald don't under stand how, necessarily, a man may be a hatter who makes his influence felt. SPEEcH is silver and silence golden. That is where it costs more to make a man hold his tongue than it does to let him talk. 0m subscriber: "What are Ton growling about? If you want an article that will cover the whole ground, get a Chicago girl's shoe."--Boston Post. SAYS Honry Ward Beecher: "None of us can take the riches and joys of this life, beyond the grave." Don't wan't to, sir. We'll take ours this side of the grave, if we can get 'em; the sooner the better, sir. AN exchange asks "If kissing is really a sanctimonious method of greeting why do not the pastors who practice it ever bestow their labial attentions upon men?" Because the men are always away, at their business, when the pastor calls, and there is nobody left to kiss only the. women.-Pck's Sin1. ANoRY wife (time, 2 a. m.)-"Is that you, Charles?" Jolly husband-'"Zash me." Angry wife-- 'Here have i been standing at the head of the stairs these two hours. Oh, Charles, how can you?" Jolly husband (bracing up)--"Standin' on your head on t'shtairs? Jenny, I'm sliprised! How can II By joveI can't! T wo hours, too! 'Stronary womani" A NEwsPAPEn article asks: "What are the causes of decline among American women?" Well, generally because she thinks the fellow cannot keep her in sealskin sacks, French gowns and fash ionable bonnets. When a single man with plenty of "soap" is around there is not any decline among American women to speak of.-Boston Commercial Bulle tin. " I've noticed," said Fuddidad, "that the railroads run past all the fences that are painted over with medical advertise ments. It's funny," he added, " but it's so. Did any of you ever notice it?" All present acknowledged that it had never occurred to them before-just that way. Fuddidud is more than ever convinced of his profundity.-Boston Transcript. IN one of the hotels at Nice is a beau ful American, who lately went to an " at home " in full dress-low-necked, satin, diamonds, etc. On arriving and looking around the room she perceived the other guests to be in demni-toilot. " Well" she said, " if I'd known that it was only a sit around I'd not have put my clothes on. "-London Truth. AmmeJ1IA~s are of a practical nature. When an Illinois farmer who had got rich was visiting Switzerland, they dilated to him of the beauty of the surrounding scenery. "Yes," he replied, "as scenery it's very good. But it strikes me the Lord has wasted a lot of space on scenery that might have been made level and good farming land." They wanted to lch him.-Boston .Post. THEi Ohicago street car conductor may not be very civil but he is a man of im agination. The Inter-Ocean tells a story of a member of the guil'd who, when a woman wearing a dolmnan waved her arms to stop him, and then, fearing to be run over by a passing wagon, did not move from the sidewalk but continued her gestures, shouted, " Come, madam, quit flapping them wings and get bor.-Boston.Transcrizvt. Not So Green After All.. A chap from the rural districts stepped mnto a music store in the city of Provi dence, and, after taking a fifteen min utes' survey of the contents, he stepped up to the counter and asked the clerk it lhe had any new music-" bran new, just ont ?"' The clerk rmeasured him with hisey for aL moment, and, thinking he was .ig noranut as to muiisic, and that anything wonkl 1he fresh to his customer that h1ad been issued sinlce the (lays of "'Rosin the Bow," (lecidled to palm off some old pieces which haid bec(omel a dirug on the couinter'. So bie took up "' The Last Rose of Summer," andI~ smd(: "Yes, borre is a piece that gocs with a >erfect rush, and here is ' The Old Arm Clhair,' anothier favorite. Thllere is ' When this Cruel War is Over,' which is all the rage all over the cityr." " That will dew," replhed Jonathan. " How much do you nsk for the lot ?" " One dlollar," returned the clerk. " WaaI, you may dew 'em up in a piece of pperlO and lay 'em on the shell." The clerk obeyed, but Jonathan did not pay for the music. "I'm going down town a piece," lhe said, and if I come back I will pay for that music and take it ; but if I don't come back you may light your pipe with ' The Last Rose of Summer,' sit down in ' The Old Arm Chair' and wait till ' This Cruel War is Over.' " Jonathan slid out of the door, and the clerk looked as though he had been A Real Convenience. All fashionable ladies should carry a. hand-painted satin bag. In it can be carried a flank, gnmdaop or a han ..r