The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, May 15, 1884, Image 1

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VOL. XIII. DritUng Apart. A gap in the crowd, and a moment we stand Face to face and hand clasped in hand, While your eyes, that are light with a soul ful beam, Awaken in mine own an answering gleam; But a monient-then not knowing whither wo'ro bound, As the human tide that is surging around Rolls between, we rush on with the hurrying throng, And our friendship is but a forgotten song, Sweet while it lasted but soon forgot A flower that had faded-a dream that is not. A firmer hold and a stronger clasp, A kindlier smile and a heartier grasp, And the crowd might have swept unheeded But who was to give it-you or 1? So a sweetness is gone from our lives,and the flower Whose beauty has gladdened us many an hour Lies dead, and the dream that we might have made true Like a shade has fled. Who is to blame-I or you? Ah, the world is so wide, and day by day, We drift from each other stil further away; do many around us with smiling applause That seemingly sates us, we never pause To think of at friendship that might have been, Till a world-wide distance lies between And the tide has turned, and stranded a lono n the bare, bleak shore, we wearily moan For that love we let pass unheeded by; Then who is the sadder-you or I? AUNT BETSY'S PRESENT. "Well, I must say I think it is horri bly moan of your Aunt Betsy, Estella. After making such a favorite of you all your life, and having you with her over since you woro a more baby, she might have sent you somethingr worth havingg on your twenty-first birtihday, especial ly as she knows how poor we are since your father's death," said my mother sharply. "Yout had better take it as a hint for the future, and not build any more cas ties on what Aunt Betsy is likely to do for you," remarked my sister Lena, whild Walter, my only brother, added, with a provoking grimace: "lloro endeth my sister Stolla's 'great expectations.' " "You need not, mako such unpleas ant remarks," I answered pettishly. "In sending me the portrait of her old sweetheart, poor old auntie has given me her greatest treasure, and she, no doubt, thinks I shall value it as much as she does." "Woll, it may come in useful, after all, for if, as I expect, you never get a sweetheart, you can imagine he was yours, when you are a sour old maid like Aunt Betsy," said Lena, who prid od herself not a little on being engaged at eighteen, while I, at twenty-one, had never had an offer, not even the ghost of a lover. I h4 lived with Aunt Betsy down in her quiet country home in the south of Cornwall until my father's death two years before, when coming up to Lon don for his funeral, I found my mother left in such straitened circumstances that 1 felt it my duty to stay and earn what money I could to help her; there by, however, I incurred Aunt Betsy's anger. "Surely," she wrote, "your brother and sister can help your mother; you have no need to leave ne lonely in my old age, after I have had ail the troub le of you as a child," etc., etc. I would willinrly have returned, for a close London lodging was not at all to my taste after my aunt's large airy country-house, but my mother seemed to lean Q4 me, and so to dread my leaving her, that I had not the heart to go. Aunt Betsy neither came nor wrote, and I had quite resigned myself to the idea that I was hopelessly on her black books when tho above related event took place. Now I knew that I was forgiven. In her early youth Aunt Betsy, then the beautiful Elizabeth Marston, rmy fa-. thier's only sister, laud been engaged tc * the son and heir of a wealthay London banker. He had been sent abroad, on business 4 ~ for his father-, just before they were tc ahave been married, and through th( 5jealous treachery of another- mani who I. madly loved her, andl wished to sup .5 plant his rival, the engagement had been suddeonly broken off by him. He then remained abroad, and Amz Betsy never heard from him again. Just before hie left England, he had presented her with a beautiful little miniature of himself set in gold and diamonds, and this she hmad kept, to gether with her maiden-name-no oth or lover ever induced her to change it. As a girl, 1 had of ten seen and rover ently admlired the pretty souvenir, and Ihad taken all a girl's keenl interest in lhe love-story attached to it. Aunlt had always told rme it was to be mine, and now 1 felt certain wvith this treasure in my p)ossession, that I had not quite lost my old p)lace in her favor, though I ) heard In tile same letter in whichl she solemnly commended the p)ortrait to my care, that she had adop)tedl an or p han girl in my place its her comniln Ion and probable heiress. I put thle letter _and portrait away with a sigh of regret for my old happy home, with its quiet and freedom from the toil and care and worry that were now my daily portion. Things went on from bad to worse with us, and my twenty-socondl birth day found me in despair. Walter, unable to got on here, had gene to New Zealand; Lena had1( mar ried on a very slender income, and gone to live in the North. I could not bend to ask help from Aunt Betsy, and my mother was ill, and my work so scarce that I could barely find us in tho necessaries of life. At last, I too, became ill, andI we had not a penny In the house; everything we had, oveon poor mamma's engage ment rIng had gone for food. "Stella, you must go and get some money. Mrs. Burton nays ahe will have the rent -by to-morrow, or we shall have to turn out into the street. There is--would you mind, dear? your Aunt Betsy's present; you could get enough for that to keep us for a long time." "Mamma dear, I cannot, dare not sell It? Anything of mine I would with hold, but this-oh, don't ask me!" "And yet the generous donor has nover sent us the p rice of a loaf," said my mother bitterly. "Well, take my Wedding-ring; It has never been off my finger since your poor (lear father put it on, twenty-five years ago; but It must go now." "No, no, mamma, von must not, you shall not tako it of. I will go a the pawnshop; tnen 1 may, porJ,. got it back when Walter sonds us somo money." With a heavy heart and weary lag ging steps, I departed on my hateful tltsk. All our things had boen sold, we had preferred to lose them to going in to that last digraceoful refuge of the des titute, a London pawnbroker's. Arrived outside, I paced to and fro, until my tottering limbs, weak from ill ness and continual fasting, warned me that my strength would not hold out much longer. I entered. Only one other person, a tall dark gentleman, whose faco I could not Feo in the semi-darknoss, stood there talking to the shop-man. "I tell you, my man, the plato is here. It has been traced by a clover detective, who will join mo hero in a few minutes. He is only delaying be cause he thinks lie has traced the thief, and has gone to follow up the search." "Well, sir, I am sure you are mis taken, but my principal will bo here in a few moments, you must talk to him. What can I do for you, young woman?'' he asked, turning to me somewhat oa gerly, evidently glad of an excuse to evade his unpleasant visitor's conver sation. Unablo to speak, I drew forth my treasure. The shopnan looked suspic iously at mc as he took it up and test ed it. "Your name and address, please," he said sharply. "And how much do you want?" "I want a-a little money, if you please," I faltered. As I spoke the gentleman turned, and I could feel a pair of bright keen l eyes scanning my palo face. I grow t more helplessly confused, my tongue absolutely refused to utter a word. I "Tell the shopian how much you t want, and your namo, my good girl," i he said in a kind and pitying tone. Then, fot tho first t ime, I raised my eyes to his face, feeling I had found a friend. Merciful heaven! was ldream- < ing, or had my lato troubles driven I reason from my brain, and filled it in stead with wild delusive fancies. 1 Surely there stood the original of my aunt Betsy's portrait, but young and stalwart as ho had been forty years I ago, when it was taken. In vain I tried to speak. I could on ly point helplessly to the portrait; the shop, with its occupants and its con tents, swain around me, and with a cry I for help, I sank fainting to the ground. 1 When I next awoke to consciousness, 1 I was lying on an improvised bed on the old couch in our sitting-rooml at I home. I moved my head, it felt weak I and sore. Then I tried to lift my hands, but to my surprise I was power- 1 less to do so. A woman, plainly dress ed, with a kind motherly face, was sit ting near me, and rose as I moved. I looked around bewildered. ''Mamma!'' I called feebly. "Hush, hush, my dear miss," said the kind-looking woman soothingly. 1 ''You must not speak; your manma is asleep and you might wake her." So I lay still, wvondering weakly who she was, and who hadl sent her there; but presently, seeing her stir the fire into a blaze, I forgot her caution, as all1 my old anxieties caime back, and I said pleadingly: "Don't poko the lire, pleaso. It will burn out too quickly, and we have no more coals." ''Oh, now, miss, you have been dreaming. 'T'le cellar is nearly full, the coals only came in last week." Again I essayed to answer, but was so gently, yet with such authority, or dered to be quiet, that I was glad to obey, so I lay still enjoying the sensa tion of being able not even to think. In a day or two I grew stronger, and one morning to my delight my mother came in, and I had leave givenmet talk a little. met Then I heard all about my lato ad.. venture. "It is really a most wvonderful event, iny dear, and reads like a chap)ter out of a threc-volume novel," said my mother, who, by the way, looked quite briglht and strong again. "When you] fell dowvn in a faint, you let fall the en- 2 velopo in wvhich you had carried the miniature, and the gentleman who was in the shop-.--" "'I remember himi, mtanmma,'' I criodl excitedlly, "lie was the very image of the p)ortrait. I fancied I must be dreaming." "That is the strangest part of the story, but you wvon't let me tell It to you p)rop)erly my dear. That gentle man sawv your name and address, brought you liomc in a cab, sent in a, nurse, and( everything we wvanted, andi has been our good angel ever sno IIo is Arthur Rasloigh, the only son of your aunt Betsy's old lover, who, after mourning the supp)osed faithless- 1 ness of his old love, married late in life, and( has not long been doad, leaving I Arthur a largo fortune. IIis astonIsh- 1 ment at seeing you with his father's portrait, you may be sure, was very great. Hlowever, it wvas a very lucky thing for us; after all, Aunt Betsy'st present was not such a poor one. By the way, here it is; Mr. Rtashileigh was kind enough to bring it back with him."r There was onie ting which did niot appear to concern my mother in the least, but made my pale face flame, andl that was the Idea of receiving all these benefits from a mere stranger, umpen v'hom we had not the slightest claim, unless thio fact that his father, forty years before, had been my aunt's lover, could be conisidleredl one. So I miade uip an (eloqulent speech in which I thanked him wvarmly for all his goodness, and delicately yet firmly conveyed the information that I intend 0(1 to fully repay him, as soon as I could got to woerk again. But carefully as I rehearsed it, that eloquent speech was never uttoredh, nor1 (11( I wondler ait my mother's willing floss to receive benefits from him, when1 once I had seen and( talkedI with him. ieo was 8o lonoely, lie said, lie had not a single friend or relative In England, an(I a man-servant, wvhom lie had treat ad withi kindneca Lad confide{nco, hmad just robhnod him of soime valuable 01(1 fanily plato whiichi htis father had thought highly of, anid hiad carried with lim in al lA ; aniderings. For mle-mnay I conifess it without shamoP-the grateful interest I felt ini him soon grew into love, and, ahi, hap-1 nv a i ien he as- bee sice can .. ov Ui. no vile. "But I-... nd I am so ot iCCept this sweet nindful of Lona's dep )orsonal appearanco, age, Arthur laughed and drew iloser in his. "If you are too old for marriage wo-and-twenty, how may I hope with ix more years added on, ever to enter hat blissful stateP" he asked. So I said yes, and soon after, we all vent down to Aunt Botsy's, and there was married at the little villago hurch, to the son of her old lover, who oved and reverenced the queer touchy >ld maid not a little, for her loyal do rotion to his father. So Aunt Betsy's present saved my lear mother's life, and also saved me rom the dreadful fate Lena had throat nod me with. I had it made into a ockot, and I wear it constantly. It is enorally mistaken for the portrait of ny dear husband, so is the large oil >ainting of his father which hangs in >ur drawing-room, from which this niniaturo was Copied. We are very happy, and when my >rother Walter comes home, as we ex >oct him to do with his new bride, next 3hristmas, we shall have a wonderful tory to tell him of that same present vhich he and Lena thought so little of. Not After the Ju&. A day or two ago a report was whis ered along the docks that a jug con aiming four gallons of brandy had lipped off the wharf at the foot of ?irst street, and was at the bottom of ho river. Within an hour after the nformation had reached the first pair f ears a man came sauntering down ipon the dock with a sort of grapnel Lttached to a clothes line, and as ho aught sight of the owner of the ware ouso he said: "Being that the ice is all out, I'd like o grapIplo for that gold watch lost hero He was told to go ahead with all his night, but lie had scarcely made ready vhen a second man arrived. He had in iron hook fastened to a stout cord, mid lie promptly explained:. "Beingy as I had nothing to do to-day thought I'd try and look up one o' hem grindstones that tumbled in here ast all." The two were working away with heir lines when a third man put in an Lppcarance. He seemed considerably urprised to find any one ahead of him, )ut as ho got his grapnel ready he ialmly observed to the pair: "I've dreamed three nights running hat there was a brass kettle down here, nd I thought if I could hook it up and oll it for $2 I'd be so much ahead." It wasn't over a quarter of an hour )efore a fourth man arrived. Ho had Ln iron rake attached to a long po1e, nd as lie found the trio at work ho unn out: "Well, now, but if any of you fellers mud the shot-gun I lost here last sum nor I'll sot up the drinks." The fifth man came down to look for L coal shovel. The sixth man had just found time o drag for the body of his nephew, upposed to have been in the river two nonths. The seventh came down, saw the six it work, and turning to the warehouse nan he growled: "Always the way! Last night I ireamed of fishing up a $26 cook-stove rom the bottom here, and I como down o find a whole gang ahead of me. lang it! an honest, hard-working man tas no show whatever in this town!" Detroit Free P'ress. Decath of's. Lime Kiln Clubber. "It becomes my solemn dooty," said trother Gardner, as lie looked from amuel Shin to Pickles Smith and back, 'to announce (10 fak dat Brudder Par Lmont Slawvson, an htonorary member ibin' in Toledo, ami no mo' on airth. ?Io had cimbed up on de roof of a shed .o see a dog-fight, an' de cavin' in of do -oof bestowed fo' different fatal inju 'ies upon his pusson. When lio real zed dat lie had got to die he requested lis club to attend his funeral in a body tn' lie triedl to borry mioniey ob hi6 >rudlder in law to squatre upi his back [ties widl us. "GOem'hen, in one respeek Bruddor lawvson wvas a fa'r to mteudiumt mani. If to borreyed half at dollar~ to go to (do tircus he'd paUy it bacik otor money dat us wvife airned at de washl-boa'dl. Do >oo' wvas nebber turnxedl away from his Loah empty-handed-. lie pitied de sor 'ors of a big~ tramp1, and lot lis wifo go >ar'futtedi an' his chtii'on hiunry. Ho vas kind-hearted, biut allus bo'iiind wid US pew~ rent. lHe was p)hilanthropic, met.had to dodge his butcher, lie was km:d fadd(er, but lhe ha:s got two of do vust boys in do State of Ohio. He was luvin' husband, but he wvas content o sit arouin' do ''rocerv anl' let his wife upport doc fam'I'y. Wilie wve may say lat we am sorrt'y that death hab come o sever ties an bring chaniges, we hab Lo occaion to remal:rk dat die world vill bo any de wutss off. Let us now Lttack (10 reg'lar ordler of biznoss." 2ctroif Free Press. Tinl, Wiry Menx thie Bravest. IIistory no dloubt gives color to the (lea that fat men are not, as a rule, >rave. Falstaff was a fat man; Ito was conspicuious coward. Maj. Monsoon yas likewise corpulent; his gallantry ay In the directioni of chickens. There inve been brave fat men, of course4 vitness Pickwick, as courageous a gen loman as ever faced a widow. Tho teroes of the world have undoubtedly eeon wiry men, niot necessarily scare ~rowvs, but men without an unusual or miwicly prop hortiont of adipose tis uc. Had the living skeleton, now bo ng sued by his recently-made bride, >een1 a fat main, lie wout( ld undohbtedly iavo wilted, aitd pormnitted himself >erhaptIs, to be0 carrtied off ill a clothes >asket. Being a skeleton, ne is a man >f vatlor. and1( no0 brVid of ia day shall rifle ni b ;.9 (maciaLtedi affections. Jntm.l. .? aing the skeleton is dL grit. Hie prolposes to light it out to ho& bitter end, if Iho has to pawn his >ones to pa~y cotunsel fees.-N. Y. Comn nerciai Advertiser. qu,. Musseia.. ors,somo in toi i I grieve to say that the e. party kept right on throug.. woather fighting against the rattlosnai. bite of the precedin summer. thi Only one man of trle gang seemed to I havo conscientious scruples against goc shoop-dip and the juice of Na- < tion. That was Wyandotte Smith of 09 Ubot. tor Ho said when he. got ready to soak of. his soul in the liquid of the devil ho the would take his chances in duo form uE after ho had shed mortality and put on del immortality. Those were the tenets of ria Wyandotte Smith. He proposed to I oiler a resolution once In a while as to not what should go into his internal econo- but my to steal away the gray matter of vor his cerebellum. Col One night when the coin-silver slice oti of moon rodo high athwart the azure too dome, a band of buffalo-slayers and en "muskrat-skinners," filled with .mis- dot chief and valley tan, stolo forth to have cor some fun with Wyandotte Smith. rial When a man's head begins to on- the largo with an alcoholic idea, you will Eg' generally find him searching for a tra temperance man with whom he can fou argue while ho breathes at him with to that odor of the cynical bung-starter, of and tries to convince him that total cur abstinence is vitally wrong. Those boys decided that they would chu monkey with the Queen Elizabeth fire- of place connected with Mr. Smith's wh shack. Nil Inside you could see through the sla chinks Mr.' Wyandotte Smith frying grc bacon or Porkopolis quail. Co The plan was to sift some gunpow- thr der through the interstices (whatover ( those are) of the rustic chimney into of 1 the lire, and, surpriso Mr. Wyandotte we Smith with the forthwith and extreme- set .ly consecutive manner in which it the would sputter. The party would then fro laugh softly and do it some more. wie A young Swede, called by the party err Twoquart Kettloson, took the keg of ot powder and began to sift it into the ino big broad chimney,while the rest stood seo around looking into the shack to watch out Wyandotte Smith when the fire should suc bein to stammer and spit at him. Su Wyandotte Smith was singing "Oh, utt what shall the harvest be?" and jab- hir bing the bacon every little while with ha, a pair of old-fashioned bullet-molds. Ho Kottleson sifted in some powder. It ers did not make any remarks. Wi He sifted in some more. It acted as lou though it might be damp- his He let in some more, and finally got He disgusted and poured the whole nig blamed thing in; but it never even an< flashed. I Wyandotte Smith went on: "What ma shall the harvest be-c-c-o? Oh, dis what shall the harvest be?" arc As he struck high C, Two-Quart sta Kettleson shot through a jack-pine out ste into the great trackless void, into the of j silence and the night, into the ether rc blue, across the pf'aco where they hang ho] up the robe of night athwart the ut- ] most rim of the horizon went Mr. Ket- cot tleson with unflagging momentum, Sol while in the little cabin we could hear wi] WVyandotte warbling his inquiry as to aki what the harvest should be. aci It turned out that there was a large mi: shelving rock in the wide chimney that and held the whole keg of powder till try Wyandotte struck the higvh note in his thc song, and that p)assedl a little into the noi fire. Then Mr. Kettleson took his See flight. We failed to find him. tw, Wotried, a certiorari and a requisi- be tion from the Governor, aL search war- tlo rant, and a quart of benzino; but we .. did not find hiim.-iltl Nye in Puck. the In the Lime K(iln Club.fr Immediately after election word was the rccivedl from the outer guard that a colored man giving his name as Pro- ch fessor Bygone Plunkott, and his resi- wE iden1co as Memphis, had arrived in Dc- 18 troit for the p)u'>oso of delivering a is lecture on science before the club. m Brother Gardner replied that he had never heard of any such person, and asked if the name was known. to any ; guember. No one could recall it, but it TIa was decided to admit the stranger and gu listen to his remarks. ty The moment the so-called professor pr eniteredi the hall a dozen members rose esi to their feet and shouted out that ho a~ was a white man in disguise. The of usual length of heel in a colored man was missmn, and lhe forgot to turn In lii his toes as iSo walked. In a minute the tot false wig wans torn from the man's wi head, and it was plainly seen that he eyv was white. Then a p)ainful silence fol- fi-r lowedi, broken at last by the voice of sir Brother Gardlner as he said: lik "WVhito man, did you want anyfing stc in portickler in dis hail?" of "'I thioughlt I'd have a little fun,'' thi was the suflky reply. "An' so you sh all have. Do Coin- it mittce oni Sole Leather wvill escort the ne gcm'len dlownJ to de alley (oali an' see so dat h am giben a proper send-oIY." Th The comumittoo consists of Givoanim th< Jones, I'icklcA Smith andl Whalebone il( Hlowker, three of the heaviest kickers fa In the club. Tihey seized the base im- tie poster andl hustled him away, and in "n the course of two or three minutes there in came a succession of thuds which jar- to red the hall from cellar to garret and yo, put out six of the lamps. Next !--Dc- on, troit Frce Press-.g How much is ''puite a number?" WoVc glance over our cxchanges~ and readl of mi ''quite a number of people," ''quite a nih number of hogs'' (though posisibly we an here imdi.lgo in an unnecessary roeti- uri tion), '"quito aL number of years,'' and gr one bibulous wvriter wiin unctuous en- 513 thusiasnm refers to ''quite a number of o glasses of beer." As nearly as w canyp judge from the context in each of thos1)0 cases, '"quite a nmr"meanis-woll Iar -n short1-qu ito a nlumber. -ockland fe CQyrgr-Journa!* an 1g he Soudan is a n m.. graphically. It is a vast territory - in the Nile, and the provinces claim by Egypt extend almost to the equa- h They have annexed all that part sia. Egypt has appeared boforo world as extending; civilization has a hed it up to Khartoum and to Gon- d :oro, an I think quite to the Victo-d Nyanza, if not quito to the equator. he annexation of Egypt included only the Soudan in its proper sense Karfodan and Darfour. I know y well a Colonel in New York, a onel Prout, who was an American oer in our war, who went out and k service with the Khedive, and was t up the Nile and was under Gor i. Ho said he was himself put in imand, by Gordon, of the equato- is . provinces, which shows how far h y have extended their claims. rpt's claim of breaking up the slave do and extending civilization is not nded in truth. What she did do was put over the country annexed a set gyptian governors who were the so of the country. t 'hoso governors were mostly bad A ractors; but there was one interval in good government, and that was an they sent Chinese Gordon up the 01 o to take charge and break up the m ie trade. Our knowledge of this 01 at soldier was derived from this w onel Prout, who was up there for ee years. lordon soon saw the terrible state w ho country, and how the people f to oppressed, and he immediately to work to use his power to relieve a burdens of the people, release them u ni oppression and to govern them I ely and kindly. The Egyptian gov ment gave him a salary of $20,000 year, but he gave it all away, do- t overything for the poor. In one so he ruled with a rod of iron, and s orced obedience, but he ruled with it h justice that he acquired an almost c >crnatural reputation. He is a man A erly ignorant of fear, and exposes iself constantly, and the natives a ro an idea that bullets can't hit him. t has great executive ability and pow U of administration with his courage. f th all this he is an extremely rei,' s man, and a man of prayer, and all 0 acts arc as if he was a man of God. d is perfectly capable of praying all d ht and then mounting his camel t I going alone into the desert. PA -Iis mission is to re.tore order and c ko peace, and this he expedites by w placing the Egyptian governors who a inimical to the people. As I under- a nd the matter he intends to re ro the old Soudan governors instead i he Egyptian governors, but he don't i pose to give up Khartoum, but to d on to that. ti have a theory that to reach that q intry permanently is from the Red t, and I think ultimately that there 1 be a railroad constructed from Sut m to Barber. I think the distance t< oss to the Nile is about 240 or 250 h .es. Then at the crotch of the Blue ti I White Nile Is Senna, a fertile coun- st If they had a railroad to Suakinm, ~ re Is no reason why England should si get her grain supply from the Red i, as now from the Black. In ten, p mnty or thirty years I thinlr there will n a railroad across, and that will set.. M this Eastern question. 1 ?or the moment the whole future oft Soudan depends upon the courage, ft ~nss and judgment of one man noral Gordon. I look on Gordon as hero of our century. r 'hoe Doctor has seen not a few t linges in foreign governmout, and s in Paris when the revolution ofd [8 overthrew Louis Phillippe, so heo a careful observer of national move At a Mormoni Dance,. t have attendled pairties of both sects. I .e Mormon party was chiofly distin ishablo for the abundance of itsp prot- r young girls, and the rather large c aportion of elderly andi gray-headed 5 aorts; while the scarcitr of middle edI wonm-n andi the smaI proportion j yout~n mn seemed conspicuous. tbo aJpearainco of a blooming little t >rmlon beauty, scarcely into her :ns, whirling through a passionateo ,ltz In the eb>se embrace of a fiery- r Ad old grrandfathecr, in whom the 3 as had no right to lurk, struck mo asc gularly unpoetical. A friend has t ened It to the appearance of a snow- t rm on a sunny July day. It Is one the famous "beauties of p)olygamy," i s blending of winter and summer. 'ho girls have grown accustomed to md generally accept their aged part rs gracefully. TIhe old fellows them- , yes seem never to grow rusty. c oy fall as mnaudlinly in love at 80 as t iy did at 18 and their watery eyes e >at over the soft complexions of their ~ r companions with all the app)rocia- ~ n of a connoisseur in the art of a ashing," and their exalted p)osition 1 the ranks of faithful serves ofttimos make them dlangerous rivgis-of any i it.hful Adonis wvho may venturo to .r the lists against them. At the ~ otilo party wvhich I attclede, a mas- 1 )radle, I was much amused at the g iracter assumed by one of the male s skers, aided by a half-dozen femi- ,j to companions, lie imp)ersionated i oAd rustic Mormon and the girls fig- t id as his six wives of six dhiff'erent do- t les of age, from 13 u1> to 50, and of diffren stles of >eauty-a blue 3school-gir'l, an uncouth GermanC isant clod, a sparkling brunette of ite formi, a buxom Scottish High 1(d lassie, a stronig-mindhed, strong tured, vincgary-browed dame of 40 ii a gray-haired matron.--Utah Cor. 'iinn<ai Fi uanir et a V% ,ery negro. mnd and twisted it all about and open. his mouth many times, ho finally ud: "Do-do-dose burds was created by 3 Lord to p-p-pu-purify do yearth." "But what do Tyou call them,unclo?' "Tur-tur-tur--- 'and ho twisted his tp, backed out, came forward, winkor s eyes, but could not go on. "Do you moan turkey-buzzards?" "Ya-ya-yas, sah; d-do-do-doso burd: ts up do carrion of do yoarth, sah.' Down yonder the tomb, the famill ult, placed in the roar of the tw< arbia coflins, whero about thirty o o Washington family lie buried, i eked up and closed forever. The kel is boon thrown into the trusty oh >tomac to lie there until the las ump shall open all tombs. The thing, however, of the most sin ilar interest hero, is the key of thi %stile, presented by Thomas Paint Lafayette, who brought it t< morica and presented it to Wash. gton. It hangs here in a glass case, assive and monstrous. It is a hide is, horrible thing and has, perhaps, ore blood and misery on it than any her piece of iron or stool that eve as seen. Let no one hereafter complain o1 iving to live in a garret alone ant ithout a fire. For horo, with all *is spacious and noble house to seleel om, the widow of Washington chost garret looking to the south and ou on his tomb. This is the old tomI hro he first was laid to rest, ant hero the fallen oak leaves are crowd ig in heaps now and almost filling ul to low, dark doorway. This garret has but one window, i nail and narrow dormer window, and is otherwise quite dark. A button >rner of the door is cut away so that >r cat might come and go at will, nd this is the saddest, tenderest sighl Mount Vernon. It seemed to mi at I could seo this noble lady sittin< tere, looking out upon the tomb of he] ighty dead, the great river swoepin, st beyond, her heart full of the mciu y of a mighty nation's birth-wait g, waiting, waiting. Her work wa: no. She had lived quite the allottet iroo score years and ten. 11or con inions were in the tomb, and so sh< iose this garret, just above the bed ir hich her immortal husband had died 3 a sacred placo in which to sit dow] id cherish her memories, and wai ith folded hands the end. And s< 3re, after a year and a half of wait ig, the angel of death found her; th< inds were folded forever, and the na on mourned her as its mothor.-Joa Sin Miller. A NursemaidI as a Heroine. It has become the habit in these day rank men and women as heroes anu Iroinces on small pIrovocation. Th< tie has been accorded to many per ms less worthy of it thanm Katie Mc. onnell, the young nursemaid who wva iot by her drunken suitor recently. Katie evidently has remarkable wil: wor as wvell as a gentle and lovini ature. This is shown by the fact tha hilo she had given her affections t<n ennis Hoennelly, tihe brute whlo at mipted to take her life, she listenet the advice of her brothers and re isod to marry him until ho had re irmed his bad habits. It was for thi: fusal that ho shot her at the deer o oe house in which she was in service, angerously If not fatally wounded io did not shriek andl fall as an or inary wvoman would have done. Shb new that 'ho ruflian wvould have comU letedl bl .vork had lie supposed her ti o wvounded, so she toldl him she wa ot hit, andi beOsought him to run awa; >avoid arrest, 'Theni she entered th misc, fell at, the top of the stairm uickly recovered herself, went to lho iistress' room, steadying herself by; hair, spoke to her, took the baby, a ias her custom, to her owvn chamblel ot into bed, and laid all night suff'er ug and bleeding, in the hop1) of screer ag her lover and affording him tim D escape. She actually got up twici uiring the night to give the ch111(1 rink, in the fear that its restlessnes right call some one0 to her room Vhon found, in an app)~arently dlyin ondition in the mnorninug, she still trico o screen her assailnt; and now, ii hie liespital, she begs that 1)onnis ma ot be hurt, takIng all the blame ti ersolf. Some su1ch story as this may be tolb ai romance. It is a p)art sehlom acte< a real life. What wonderful power o ill the girl must have possessedI t< oncoal her wound from her assailant hius probably preventing him fronm in tantly completing his bloody work Vhat will power, devotion, and self acrifice to go through her ordhinar utios, concealing her suffering, and1( t [o all night without applealing for hol iordoer to screen the wvrotch who ha tousuted her! Talk about the heroines of romanctn ~atic Mcl )onnoll is a heroine of ror fo. It, is feared that her wound mtal. Indeed, the dloctorsi give bi light hope of her recovery. If sh los, a brave, good wvoman will hat eon sacrificed , and(lit is to be0 hope lint hor murderer will suffer the pena1 y of his crime. It, will be diflicult et up a jubilee of cant and flowoe vor such a bruto.-N. Y. World. A country edlitor says if as marn >eoplo knew how to pay their su ecriptions as well as they think the mnow how to run a newspaper, edito voubd have an easier time of usung through ...ues in the town. Editors .ot Do too particular about boaring down light in their demands. A Tribune attache the other day heard a skilled vocalist sing "Wait Till the Clouds Roll By." She rendered it: "Wah tah the claw raw baw, Jawy; Winh tah the claw raw baw; Jawr, na aw traw law with, Wah tab the claw raw baw." A young boau at his sistor's evenin party began to sing, "Why am I wea and wearyi"' when a little brother brought the performance to a sudden close by calling out, "Aunt May says it's 'cause you come home so late every niglht.'' It is very desirable to be a good reader. A clergvInan is said to havo onco read the following passage from the Bible, with the emphasis thus: "And the old man said unto ris sons, saddle me the ass; and they saddled him !" An article is going the rounds of the press which is entitled "The Umbrella, In France." That settles it then. For a while we cherished the hope that we might regain possession of that um brolla, but as it has crossed the ocean to evade us, we might as woll give it up. A couple of pickpockets followed a gentleman for some blocks with a view of availing themselves of the first op portunity to relieve him of his purse. 1le suddenly turned into a lawyer's office. "What shall we do now," asked one. "Wait for the lawyer," said the other. 1 Putting the names of the streets on - the street lamps is a good thing. Moon 1 light nights, if the lamps are not light edt, by getting out of the tram-car, climbing the laip-post., and striking a match, you may read the name of tio street distinctly, if the wind doesn't blow out your match. The mot to of a young woman's so cicty in Tennessee is "Total abstinence or no husbands." It is said that the members are showing a wonderful do gree of determuinat,ion, as the organiza tion is nearly a fortnight old and only threo resignations have boon handed in.--Norrisaown Herald. Young lady (just from boarding school, at dinner tablo(: "Please, papa, I'd like a leg of the roast chicken." "You have had one, my dear, and your brother had the other." Young lady (in a sprightly manner): "Oh, suro enough! a chxicken has only two logs. It's a duck that has four." "Madam, you have destroyed $5 worth of merchandise," angrily ro markod a dudo to a lady, as she seated herself in a chair in which he had de posited a now Derby hat. "Serves you right," she replied, slowly rising from the ruin; "you had no business to buy a $5 hat, for a 50-nt head. "I sce you've get a colored servant girl," said a man to another the other .(day. "Yes," was the reply. "You see my wife's sister has just lost her husband, so, as we had to get into mourninig, we discharged our white girl and hired a colored one. She har monizes with the mourning, as it were." "Why, Jimmy," said 0on0 profession >al beggar to another, "are you going to knock oft' already P It's only two l o'clock!'' "'No,'' responded the other, who was engagred in unbuckling hisa crutch; "'I am only going to put it on the other knee. You dion't suppose a fellow can beg all day on the same leg, do you. Ethel: "'I can't see what Maud can see in that ungainly, awkwvard Capt. Heavitree." M adge: "My .dear, it's becominig p)erfectly absurd. (Jnly fhn~k. The gardener toldl the cook yesterday that lie hoped the Captain would stay ~'another fortnight, for ptositively there was no necessity to roll the gravel walksue whlilo they kept perpotually s Walt WVhitm:an, sp>eaking of Ameri can p)oetry, says: "'h ink of the ab .sence and ignorance, in all cases hith.. .orto, of the vast ensemble, multitudin a ousnoss, vitality and the unkrecntod a stimulants of to-dlay ando cere." We a frequently think of it, We sometimes a wake up at midnight to think of It. .We also think of teoso things, in all their multitudinosity, in connection 1 with the stimulants of yesterday and then andI there. r It was at the Cataract House In Sioux > Falls. A son of the Emerald Isle was ushered into the dining-room at the I dinner hour and the polite stoward I took hold of the back of the chair to f push it into pla5cc. T1hie guest looked > around1 suspiciously for a minute, and then saidl loud enough to be heard all - over the room: "By the howly Moses, .If yez jerk out that chair from under -me I'll knock the whole top of yer y head off o' yez." 0 "What do circus folks do0 in winter?" P asked a contemporary. The clown de Votes the season to gleaning a fresh crop of jokes from the almanacs prin8 ed o(lrior to the American Revolution, land occasionally wriltos for the London a comic weeklies; and tihe "strong man," it who splinters rocks with his fist, so 0 cures employment in a cheap boarding o house at hamnmeri ng tough beef. No ddoubt the others find employment -. adapted to their respective talents... 0 Norristown Herld. 's The Salt La:ko TPrib,une disputes the correctness of the p)olic~o statistics fry quently paradied to prove the superiot ty virtue of the M ormuons. The ibne b- explains by saying that wher a police my man finds anl intoxicated &hintho kinde rs ly escorts him to his nXome, while g Gentile is run into iho station hougo