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s * . ???? lewis m. grist, proprietor, j % $iiliq?ntirtnf Jam# fWospptr: Jor % ^romofiotr of fftt folilbl, Social, ^grblteral anb Cotimtcrrial Interests of % Sot#, j terms--$2.50 a year, in advance. YOL. 34 YORKVILLE, S. C., WEDNESDAY, JUNE 13, 1888. ' NO. 34. ?Jte ? totg Setter. OLD MR. NICKLEPOD. BY ELEANOR KIRK. "I haven't the slightest objection to Jack, my dear, and when he has saved money epough to provide for you in case of sickness or misfortune, I will gladly give my consent to your marriage." "How much money,papa?" "Really, Flossie, you are incorrigible. Say five thousand dollars." "And that, with his present salary, would take five years at least." "And you would have reached the advanced age of twenty-three." "Pretty old, papa." "Yes, in the neighborhood of 'the sere and yellow.'" "I've a good mind to marry Mr. Nicklepod." "Excellent idea. He would doubtless settle a million on you, and be accommodating enough to die in a month or two." "He's most old enough to die, isn't he ?" Judge Somerton looked up from his pile of papers, and gave his daughter's Speaking countenance a quick examination. There was something in her manner of asking this question a little different from usual, and the Judge was an expert in detecting shades of this kind. "Mr. Nicklepod told me one day that he woald give anything if he could have me about his house all the time," thegirl went on, half laughing and half pouting. "You would make a splendid trumpeter, Floss." The judge's suspicions were quite allayed now, and the easiest way out of these annoying love complications was to treat the matter as lightly as possible. "Oh! my lungs are good," said Flossie; "and I wouldn't mind singing into the trumpet. Papa Somerton, what a lark ! Think of how many edifying things I could say with my back to the poor old gentleman. I could abuse him to all the furniture in the house, and he'd never be the wiser. I'll consider it, papa." "When a woman considers, she is generally safe." At this poiot the judge resumed his search among the intricacies of chirography, and his daughter went on with her dusting and putting to rights. After a while the silence was again broken by the latter. "You were poor when you married, papa?" "As a church mouse, Flossie." "Why did you do it ?" "Because I didn't know any better." "But you and mamma were very happy?" "Florence,"and now the kindly, middle. aged man brought his hand down hard upon his desk, "if I had waited until I had saved some money your mother would be alive now. It was hardship and poverty that sowed the seeds of a fatal disease. In three years, Flossie, there were two children born to us. My salary was quite inadequate for all the added expenses. Then came frettings and heartaches, and ** i'Hwaqo Af rrrx-xr Aim WCk Q11 f. a BiA. luuuius vi uij unu. .. v , fered as none can understand save those whb have had similar experiences. Your , mother was eighteen, Flossie. She should not have married at that age. Our love was all right, but our marriage at that time was a fatal mistake. Now you know why I advise you as I do." Long after the judge had left the house the saddening effeet of his words remain- ? ed, but youth is unable to remain very long in the shadow of another's grief, and so after a while Miss Florence doffed her sweeping-cap, put away her sad thoughts, and went out into the garden. It was a warm April day, and shrubs and grass were responding in their brightest manner to Nature's caressing invitation. Such . a day wastoo much for Flossie. She could scarcely have been sad under any provocation, but a look at the bright, sunny face and sparkling brown eyes was enough to convince one that the spirit of mischief was exceedingly strong within her. Her coquettish garden hat was posed at the exact angle for becomingness, and her plump litttle figure arrayed in a dress she had cut and made with her own fair hands, was one to be looked after and adored by every lover of harmony. There was a gate leading from the Judge's garden to that of his millionaire neighbor, the latter being possessed of that genial and generous disposition which likes to share its pleasures with others. Mr. Nicklepod, who was fond of working with flowers, spent much of his time in his large hothouses, and thither the young woman, humming and smiling, betook herself. Mr. Nicklepod's ear-trumpet reposed by the side of a bed of carnation pinks, while its owner busied himself with some orange trees further on. "I wonder how long I could stand it to yell into an ear-trumpet?" the visitor soliirt/mivori "Of course I could hide it when I didn't feel like talking. But then I suppose he'd be making signs and faces at me, and I should have to make faces and signs at him, and that would be worse than the trumpet." With this, the Judge's daughter seized the somewhat formidablelooking instrument and went to meet her friend. "Why, Blossom, good morning," said the millionaire, heartily. "Nobody but you ever thinks to bring me my trumpet." "And nobody but me would ever think of hypothecating your trumpet," said the naughty girl, under her breath. "How's your pa?" Mr. Nicklepod continued. "Quite well, but a little cross," said Florence, bending over the "porringer" as she called it. "I hope you are not cross, Mr. Nicklepod?" The smile deepened about the girl's mouth as she wondered what must have been her expression of countenance when giving utterance to these words. She felt it to be the most designing speech of her life. "Cross with you?" protested the old man, gallantly; "impossible. I can't believe the Judge is ever cross, Blossom; but if he is, you can run right away to my house any time, and you shall have everything you want as long as you live." "I seem to be traveling by lightning express, and on the locomotive at that," said the minx, sotto voice. "But what would ; papa do?" she asked of the trumpet. "You will be leaving him sometime, 11 suppose, Blossom?" "Yes, in about fifty years," said the girl to herself. "And you see, child," Mr. Nicklepod went on, "it would be very handy for your pa if he only had to come next door to see you." "I never thought of that," said Flossie; "and I guess I'll come," she said aloud, and then to herself, "I wish I dared ask him how long he thinks he is going to live." "I've a good mind to take you at your word. Blossom. I'm a pretty old man, | but hearty yet, and there is one thing I I haven't forgot, and that's how to treat women folks. I'm a very lonesome old : duffer, too, with all my money, child." "The back gate would be real conven-, ient for papa, wouldn't it?" said Flossie' into the trumpet, and in a tone which was on the edge of a sob. "But by what gate would Jack come in," was the next thought, and now the sob was softly shattered, and the April tears fell in a blinding mist. "Blossom, what's the matter?" said the old man, with real concern. "It can't be possible that the judge has really been cross enough to make you cry?" "Oh, no, indeed!" said Flossie. "I was thinking how nice it would be to have all the flowers I wanted." ' "You could have had those at any time," / was the somewhat disconcerting response. I "Yes, Mr. Nicklepod"?Flossie was det termined to be honest even in the hour of her greatest deceit?"and all the money." The seamed and wrinkled face took on a grave expression, and the old head shook a little at the mention of this word. "Money isn't everything, Blossom," he said. "Money won't provide me with ears, or keep the rheumatism out of my knees, or the loneliness from my heart. But you shall have money. Now go and tell John to cut all the flowers you want, and then run home and tell your pa of my offer. I think you had both better come in and take dinner with me to-night, and we'll talk it all over." "He doesn't act particularly hilarious, seems to me," said Flossie, as she turned away. "But I'm engaged, any wayplighted to an octogenarian, or a ceturion, or something of that kind. Jack'll hate me, of course; but when he finds I have done it for his sake he'll have to relent. If I don't have but a million, that will be better than scraping and twisting for years * n AT ^ rlnllni>o Pond O ]_ io save nve uiuusuuu uvu??o. ways said that riches would be very becoming to rae. Poor papa ! Poor Jack!" When the judge returned to his home, about three o'clock that afternoon, He wais surprised to find his daughter reclining upon the library-lounge with her head tied up. "What's the matter, Flossie? What is it smells so?" "Vinegar, papa. I've had hysterics, and this is the reaction. "I hope you are not getting cranky, and weak, and nervous, like the girl of the period, Floss." "I'm not getting anything, papa; I've got. I'ye got all I want, and more than I want, and nothing that I want. I've got old Mr. Nicklepod and his ear trumpet for my future husband, papa, and there's millions in it; but where?oh, where is Jack?" For a moment the judge stood as if petrified, and then burst into a perfect torrent of laughter. At this point the vinegar bandage was discarded, and the prospective millionairess came to a sitting position. "Isn't it funny ? Isn't it very funny ?" she remarked, with flashing eyes. "But you are responsible for it, with your talk about five thousand dollars. I went deliberately into Mr. Nicklepod's, and made him propose to rae. I was bound to settle it to-day. And now, papa, will you break the news to Jack? We are to dine with the ear-trumpet to-night, and then exeunt parties and dances, with Jack so handsome and lovely in his full dress suit, and enter long-sleeved gowns and old age without ears." "You'll have ears enough for both," said the Judge. "They seem to have grown longer since morning." "But, papa, Mr. Nicklepod is certainly over eighty, isn't he ?" "Ylossie what have you been doing?" "Truly, papa, just what I said. Oh, dear me, how my head aches! Mercy! how my heart aches !" "Upon my word 1 tnougni oeuer 01 Nicklepod," said the Judge to himself a while afterward. "But I pity the manyoung, old or middle-aged?who gets my Floss! "'and then the Judge laughed again, though there was a touch of something besides merriment in his heart. That evening the millionaire was at his best. Carefully dressed and "valeted," as Flossie remarked, he looked much younger than when in his garden or on the street. "Good for forty years, I should say, Floss," whispered the Judge, wickedly. "He is real handsome," was the astonishing reply, "and I shall live to be proud of him." "I suppose Blossom has told you of our compact," Mr. Nicklepod began, when at dessert, the servants having left the dining-room. The Jugde nodded, the ear-trumpet being on Flossie's side. "Are you agreed?" was the next direct question put by the old gentleman. "Nod up and down," said Flosse. "Don't you dare do it sideways." The judge reached for the trumpet and yelled into it. "We'll talk about that later." "Very well," said Mr. Nicklepod; "I am, as I told Blossom, an old man, and perhaps not very good company; but I know how to treat women folks?let 'era have their liberty, and give them plenty of money?eh ?" and now the millionaire's face was fairly radiant. "That ought to be satisfactory," said the judge; "but there are those who would abuse such broad privileges?and one of them is not so very far off, either," he added, ubder his breath. "Perhaps! but Blossom wouldn't be one of that kind. No, indeed ; I am sure of Blossom." The judge shook his head "sideways" that time. It seemed an involuntary movement. "Can't you circumlocute to how old he is, papa?" said naughty Flossie. "I was telling Neighbor Davis this morning," the host began, as if in answer to her question, "that I really look older than I am, being only seventy-two last week." "You are in for it," the judge remarked, as the speaker paused a moment to fill his glass. "Feel of your ears, Floss, and learn for yourself if they haven't grown." "My father," Mr. Nicklepod resumed, "livedto be ninety-six, and then died from an accident. My mother was in her ninetieth year when she passed away. In fact, we are a very long-lived race, though we seem to age early." "According to precedent, twenty years at least," said the judge. "The reason I haven't married again," the millionaire went on, "is because I could never bring myself to believe that any one whom I cared for could ever care for me; and to have a wife whose constant wish was for my death would be rather hard lines?eh, Blossom ?" "Blossom managed to nod her head, but her face was turned away from her host, and her father was surprised to see how pale it was. "Why, are you like Ciesar's wife?" the latter managed to ask, in his old joking manner. If Flossie lost her grip at this crisis the consequences would be more dramatic than he cared to contemplate. But happily the change from the dining-room to the beautiful library caused a change in the conversation, and the victim of her own folly had a chance to recover herself. It was a long, strange evening, and one to be remembered while life lasted. The two men played checkers, while the girl guest wandered about among the books and pictures, stealing occasionally into the great drawing rooms and coming back again as white and scared as if she had seen a ghost. "Will it be lonely for you, Blossom ?" the old gentleman asked, as she returned from one of these excursions. "I've been thinking, he added, without waiting for an answer, "that it'll make things about right if I can persuade your pa to come, too. He has no one but you, and then I need some business help, and it would . t _ A ? ? iL: De a nearienmg uuuk iu unvc a ?-uc mcuu at hand." "Oh, dear! he is going to marry us both," muttered Flossie. "What do you say, Judge?" Mr. Kicklepod went on. "Suppose you try it for a year? There is no reason why this house cannot be a home to you both in the truest sense of the word. I)o take pity on me, neighbors, for I believe I am the lonesomest old vagabond in the whole world." "Judge Somerton, I wish I was dead," said Flossie; and then, seizing the trumpet, she said, in broken tones: "Mr. Nicklepod, you are an old angel, and papa don't know what to say, and I am in just as bad a state. I'd love to live here with all these beautiful things, and with you, so kind and generous, and so would papa?that is, if he has a single sense left. And I made up my mind I would live here, just be cause I loved Jack?you know Jack?and he hadn't any money, and he couldn'l marry me in about ten ages." "For mercy's sake, Floss," the Judge put in imploringly, "dQn't be a simpleton." "It's begun, and it has to come," was the girl's quick answer. "And, Mr. Nicklepod, I thought sometime I could take Jack a lot of money?that is, if he would wait for me?and I didn't see how I could really do you any harm?that is, if you were truly fond of me." "You are an honest, blessed girl," said the old man, brushing away a tear, "and I am truly fond of you, and truly desirous tc promote your best interests. But, Blossom, I would no sooner marry you than I would kill you. Such a wicked thought has never crossed my mind. You shall have two fathers, Blossom, and you shall have Jack, too; but not to marry him now, because you are not old enough, and Jack hasn't had a chance to show what kind of stuff there is in him yet. Five years from now, if he is worthy, you shall fo to him with a dowry. Then we will ave the jolliest wedding that ever was, and I will dance with the bride. For a moment there was utter silence in the room, and then Flossie lifted herright hand, and with a characteristic movement of her little forefinger, said into the trumpet: "You two men have had your heads together. That is as plain as the nose on your face," giving her father's nasal organ a little tweak. "But, Papa Nicklepod, Judge Somerton and his daughter will be with you anon, and the way you will have to stand round and mind the housekeeper will be a caution." "All right," said Mr. Nicklepod; "give me a kiss ; and I do wish I could tell you how happy you have made me 1" The kiss was given, and it was no disgrace to Flossie that her eyes overflowed with tears.?Frank Leslie. A YOUNG WIFE'S CONFUSION. I /? ? - ^ "iou are one woman ui a iuuumuu, Nell?you are, by Jove! and I'm proud of you. Come when I may and I find the house as neat as a rose. J like that, Nell. I've always thought that if anything could put me out of temper with the woman I loved it would be to come home and find the house topsy turvy and my wife in a soiled wrapper and. with a rough head. Little woman, you're a treasure, and I'm proud of you !" And Edward Hastings kissed his pretty bride until her cheeks glowed like the red June roses out in the sunshine. She was very happy, very much pleased and flattered at ner husband's praise. They had just been married six months, and Nell was a pattern for all housewives. She arose with the birds that made their nests in the great apple tree, and did her housework in the early morning hours. Come when he might, her husband always found his little home in order, the cupboard stored with something good to eat, and his wife dressed in a fresh wrapper, with a flower in her hair and a smile of welcome on her fair face. "If there is one thing more likely to provoke a fellow than another," he went on, lingering a moment in the sunny portico, his arm around her waist, "'tis to bring a friend home to dinner or luncheon and find everything out of sorts. Now there's Gravesley; his wife's a fine woman when you see her out?showy woman, always well dressed. Well, Gravesley invited me to lunch that day we went out together. I went, but I was sorry enough for it. Such a house as we found?all heels over head, and I caught sight of the mistress disappearing up the stairs in curl paper and slippers. She was indisposed and could not see us, the girl said. We lunched on bread and cheese, and Gravesley, poor fellow, chough he said nothing, looked exceedingly annoyed. I should have been angry. 1 think a wife should make it her duty to keep house and person in presentable order, so that her husband, come when he may, may find her ready to welcome him." "So do I," said Nell, smiling up into his face, "You need never be afraid to invite a friend home with you, Ned. No matter if I don't know, I shall be ready to receive you." Ned gave her a ringing kiss. "Very well, little woman, I shall try you one of these days?and now I must run. Good-by." .She watched him out of sight with happy eyes, and then went back to her pretty sitting room and her work-table. A month later the summer was on the wane and the fruits were well ripened. "Jane," said Mrs. Hastings, one bright mnmlntr rotiirnincr frnm t.hp WftrHpn P-ntfi .VVM.-.Mb O o where she had parted with her husband, "I have just looked at the currants and they are quite ripe. We must make our jelly at once. Now Mr. Hastings won't be home till late to-day. I want to spend the day with mother to-morrow, and should very much like to get the job off my hands to-day. What do you say ?" "I can soon pick the currants, ma'am." "All right; suppose you begin. We won't clean up now. Let the house stand, though it isdreadfully out of order. Perhaps we may find time to straighten up when we get the fruit cooking. Hurry now, and pick as fast as you can, and I'll step over to Brown's and order some sugar and jars." Janeobeyed, leaving the breakfast room unswept and the front steps unwashed. It was high noon before the first kettle of juice got in cooking order. Making currant jelly was more of an undertaking than Mrs. Hastings imagined. She had seen it at home, under her mother's supervision, and making it herself she fancied would be quite as easy. "Dear me, how the time flies; I dare say it won't take the juice long to thicken. Mamma used to make it in no time. What are we to do about dinner I wonder? We can't cook the ham?there is no room on the fire. Wemusthavea make-up dinner when we have finished. Mr. Hastings will excuse us, I'm sure." And arranged in her Holland apron, with her pretty braids put back and her sleeves tucked above her elbows, Nell worked away with all her might, picking, boiling, straining, until her cheeks were flushed and her head ached. "Why, Jane, this fruit won't jelly, and it has boiled so long. What can be the matter?" "There is something you put in it to , make it jelly, I think, ma'am." "Oh ! dear no. Mother never did, I'm ! sure. I'll add more sugar and let it boil 'another hour. Dear me! I thought we : should have had our last kettle on by this ! time. We shall be so late, and I'm tired to death now. I wish I had done as my j mother said. She advised me to send the | currants over there, and let Ilannah make i the jelly, but I was sure I could do it my| self. j The steaming kettle boiled another ' hour. The summer sun hung above the green ! summit of the poplars. "Surely it will be jelly now, Jane!" i said the weary housewife, pouring some of the hot red liquid into cold water. But the juice still remained, for all the cooking and stewing it had undergone. "Oh! what shall I do? Surely the stufl ' must be bewitched. I've a great mind to { pour it all away,"cried Nell, ready to cry with vexation. "I tellyou, ma'am, you put something in it to make it jelly," persisted Jane. "Oh! Jane, hush! You know nothing about it. I tell you, you don't put anything it. What must I do? Cook it more? It is burning to the kettle now, and I've wasted ever ever, so much sugar. Jane run over to mother's and ask Ilannah to come over, will you ? She'll know in a minute what to do. Do pray, be quick; it is dreadfully late." Jane departed. I "If cooking will do, I'll make jelly of it i before Hannah gets here," she said. But instead of boiling to jelly, the curs rant juice boiled over in great foamy, red waves. The fire hissed, and'a dense smoke and ! a pungent scent of burning sweets filled the kitchen. i Spattered from head to foot with the 1 hot liquid, one hand scalded, her pretty i face besmeared, Nell retreated to the door i in utter despair. "Oh, I wish I had never"? The sentence was never finished. She stood dumb with hbrror, for coming leisurely along the sunny path she saw her husband and his particular friend, Mr. Warburton. "He has invited him home to dinner!" she gasped, darting back into the smoky kitchen. "Oh, what shall I do?" Two or three harrowing minutes of suspense and her husband entered. "Nell, are you here? And what is the i matter? Is the kitchen on fire? The . whole place is in a fog." Nell came forward looking more like a Tn/lion nwnfftr ttfAWion qKq I Witiuucu Jiuuiau picnj vrv/uiau ouv was. "I'm making currant jelly, and I thought , you wouldn't be home till late, Ned." ; "Does it require such a mess as this to make currant jelly ? And what a fright you are, Nell! Iv'e brought Warburton home to dine." "There's not a mouthful ofdinner, Ned." "What! Didn't I send a ham and a pair , of-chickens?" i "I had no time to cook ; I've been maki ing jelly all day." "Confound the jelly! Come, Nell, you must get some show of dinner." t "I can't, Ned! I'm tired to death, and my hand's burned. You shouldn't have invited Mr. Warburton without letting me know." "Now just hear that!" cried the provoked husband, "after telling me so often to bring a friend whenever 1 liked! I'm surprised at you, Nell!" Nell sank into a seat, and, covering her , face with a sticky apron, burst into tears, while the jelly began to steam over again. | Her husband, half beside himself with the 1 hissing noise and his own vexation; made a dive at the kettle, and, in his efforts to ; get it off the stove, upset it, deluging the floor. ? "I'm glad of it! You've no business attempting to make the confounded stuff . when you don't know how," he cried, flouncing out of the kitchen, and leaving his wife to have her cry out; "I'll go and send Warburton away." i Poor Nellie sobbed, convulsively, un tmnuiui 01 me meanaeriDg reu river at her feet, until Hannah entered. "Why, dearie, what trouble you're in, to be sure! and all your jelly wasted! But never mind ; we'll have the next ket' tie all right." Nell sprang and threw herself into the old woman's arms. "Oh, Hannah! and Ned's gone to send 1 Mr. Warburton away without his dinner, 1 and he'll never forgive me," she sobbed. "Yes he will dearie, yes he will?don't you fret. I've sent them over to your mother's for a lunch. And now let me 1 tell you what to do. Put all this jellyi making by till to-morrow?we'll begin bright and early in the morning, and"? 1 "But, Hannah, it won't come to jelly." "Oh yes it will when we add a little gelatine." "Didn't I tell you, ma'am?" muttered Jane, mopping up the red river. "Never mind the jelly now," continued < Hannah, "you and Jane set to work and get up a nlcu supper,Jiri^-take down your curls and put on your prettiest gown, and I'll hurry over and send the master and his guest back about sunset; that'll make everything right." Nell demurred a little. "Ned was cruel to get in such a passion ; he knew I couldn't help it," she sobbed. Old Hannah ga.ve her a look. "Hush my dearie; put that foolish pride in your pocket; you can't afford to spoil your happiness. Mind what old Hannah says." And Nell obeyed, i She and Jane worked as they never did before in all of their lives. 1 Sunset found the kitchen as clean as a new pin?the unfortunate jelly banished and the daintiest of supper tables set. And as the sun went down, Nell herself walked down the garden path to meet her > husband, robed in a crisp, white muslin, a scarlet ribbon zoning her waist, a rose in her hair. "I'm glad to see you, Mr. Warburton," she said smilingly. "You have found me in great tribulation to-day. I attempted what I did not understand and got into trouble. Ned, dear, forgive me, and bring your friend in to supper." "Oh, Nell, what a brute I was!" whispered her husband, detaining her a minute at the kitchen door. "Can you forgive me? And your poor hand burned too. I'll dig up every currant bush in the garden to-morrow." "No, Ned," she replied, "I shall learn to make currant jelly to-morrow. Let them alone."?New York Evening World. A Romance of the War.?A few days ago a face which retained traces of great former beauty was pointed out upon the avenue, and the following story was told of its possessor, says the Washington Critic: During the war her betrothed lover, while serving as an officer under the banner of the confederacy, learned incidentally of her serious illness in Albany, N. Y. He obtained a leave of absence, passed through the lines, and, after almost incredible escapes and hardships, succeeded ' in reaching her side in her northern home. Upon her recovery he attempted to retrace his steps, but was seen and recognized in New York city and arrested as a spy. After due trial before a competent tribunal he was found guilty and condemned to be shot. The lady in question was a niece of Cardinal (tm'b'arcnbishop) Manning, and the whole force of the Catholic clergy was brought to bear upon Mr. Lincoln,'in order to secure a commutation of the sentence. This was done in effect, for the unfortunate man was permjttted to marry the woman of his choice, and then both were banished to Paris, where they lived under the surveilance of the American minister until the close of the war. Such indeed was the condition upon which his life was spared by the president. The brave confederate's wife is now a widow, and her eldest son is a cadet at West Point. Advice to Girls.?Miss Louisa Alcott ; gives the following advice to girls. Itisa whole volume. She says: "Girls, don't be in haste to wed. Build up healthy bodies by good food, plenty of exercise and sleep. Learn all the useful household arts before you attempt to make a home. Cultivate your minds with the best books, that you may be able to teach your children much that school training will never give you. Choose your amusements wisely, for youth must have pleasure, but need not waste itself in harmful frivolity. Above all select your friends with care. Avoid girls who , live only for fashion, flirtation and enjoy ment, and use the privilege all women may claim to decline the acquaintance of ' | young men whose lives will not bear ini spection by the innocent eyes of women. Let no delusion of wealth, rank, comeliness or love tempt you to trust your happiness to such a one. Watch and wait till the true lover comes, even if it be all your life, for single blessedness is better than double misery and wrong. Spinsters are , a very useful, happy, independent race, never more so than when all professions are open to them, and honor, fame and fortune are bravely won by many gifted members of the sisterhood. Set your standard high and live up to it, sure that the reward will come, here or hereafter, and in the form best suited to your real need." Miscellaneous Reading. < INDIAN IDEAS OF ENGLAND. < The following pages from a diary of an r evident stranger in New York contain t brief allusions to several love topics, and ^ * are published herewith by special arrange- \ J ment with the writer: J "May 20.?Buffalo Bill arrived here to- ? day and I went over to see his troop when c it got off of the boat in Tompkinsville. i He locks well, though rather refined. His j hair is still fluent, and I was glad to see that he wore a checkered fore-and-aft hat c home with him. c "Buffalo Bill has boarded at Balmoral j for a week at a time, they tell me, and t used to sit on the throne and read the i morning paper before her majesty was up. r "The animals of the show seem to be i real tickled to get home, especially the i Indians. Red Shirt said to me in sub- t stance that too much moisture prevailed ] in England to suit him, and that chewing- f tobacco was almost unknown there. lie i c% 1c-a on5/1 tliof Ha Horl nn nca fWi* a nnnhfrtr 1 mouoaiuiiiaiiijD imu uv usv tu> uvv/uuttj i that was run by a squaw. He claims, that it cost3 more to live in England than in the West. Society demands more of a man, he says. "In the matter of clothes alone he is out ?7 for a new blanket and ?1 for a large red comforter which he wore when he was presented to the queen. Red Shirt says we have little idea along the banks of the Rosebud, the upper Missouri and the Stinking Water what slaves the English people are to social ettiket. Sometimes they are five hours eating what he could eat in ten minutes. "I had quite a long talk with Red Shirt uabout the voyage. He was indisposed part of the way. He was not real sick, but missed several meals, I understood him to say. I asked him why he didn't advertise for them, but he could not understand me. An Indian cannot appreciate humor, especially after he has been in England a long time. "Buffalo Bill said the Prince of Wales is very lonely since William has come away. He will soon come to this country, so Red Shirt states, and camp out at Earastin for several weeks, where he can be near the B. Bill and hear the wild buffalo paw the ground and beller. The Queen will have to stay at home and reign this summer, though she does so reluctantly. She leads a busy life reigning over the British isles, bossing Europe, umpiring India and writing lor a syndicate. She told Red Shirt that a good many people ontn r%A Imr 1 /"\f urKn nnnMn'f r\CJ \T f Q VPC ntl it if they had it. "Red Shirt says that he likes the dramatic profession better thau living at the agency and rubbing mutton tallow on his chilblains every spring. He wasr.ot bothered with stage fright but once, and that was when he tried to play first passenger in the Black Hills stage coach at a matinee. He says they have tried a good many amateur Indians in their troupe, but few had the proper conception of the part they were to play. In the massacre most Indians are too apt to overplay their part. They allow their enthusiasm and realism to carry them too far, he says. Of course that isn't his language, but it's what he meant. "Red Shirt says he was offered good pay to start an Indian outbreak in England while there. He says that England and the allide powers is all ready for a rip snorting good war. They have got lots of arms ana soldiers and ammunition. All they want Is somebody to start the war. He was offered good wages to go on the road and work up a feeling, but he is attached to his profession and states that he has given up carnage and will henceforth work for the elevation of the dramray. "He says that all he asks for is a chance to act it out. Life can give him nothing sweeter than the applause of the people and good press notices, which he can paste in his scrap book. With a few intimate monarchs and plenty of rich, wholesome food he is willing that the war-path should become overgrown, though he dislikes to see an overgrown war path more than anything else he knows of. "Red Shirt has not been spoiled by adulation, however, as I had feared, but knew me right off. I asked him why he did not write me while abroad. He said that he found after he got there that all the hotel people have to pay for paper, pens, ink, envelopes and et cetera extra. This and the fact he could not write any way had s much to do with his silence. "He will ride a buckskin palfrey this ? summer and whoop in a shrill manner as ' usual. He says that a very beautiful pale- r faced woman in England fell in love with J him and wept when became away. She * saw him act, and from that moment his 1 image was ever in her heart. He says J; if he had not been on his guard, his dra- * matic future might have been clouded by [ a scandal. An actor cannot be too careful, 1 bethinks. Red Shirt wears on his neck- e lace two artificial front teeth given him hv nrnminpnt, foreigners who tried to ride in the Bla:k Hills coach; also one of the F ear tabs from a B flat cornet. t "He states that the prince is as pleasant c a gentleman as ever sat in his sock feet a and' saw himself getting gradually bald 9 headed while waiting for his mother's 1 shoes." c While I do not agree entirely with the v author of the above sentiments, nor with c all of the remarks made by Bed Shirt, there F is food for thought in some of the state- Q ments made, and I herewith turn them F over to the thinking minds of America. v People using other kinds of minds, of F course, will find little else to interest them. 9 The thinking mind will rarely be disap- 1 pointed in anythingrecommended by me. ^ Bill Nye. c v MAKE YOUR DAUGHTERS INDEPENDENT. r From an "Open Letter," in The Century ( for May, we quote as follows: "Would it ? not be wiser far to induce young girls in thousands of happy prosperous homes to a make ample provision for any and all I emergencies that the future may have in * store for them? Could a better use be 0 found for some of the years that intervene v between the time a girl leaves school and ? the time she may reasonably hope to 11 marry? The field of woman's work has s been opened up of late years in so many ? different directions that a vocation can b easily be found, outside the profession of 0 teaching, that will be quite as congenial to F refined tastes, and considerably more lu- r crative. Book-keeping type-writing, tel- r egraphy, stenography, engraving, dentistry, medicine, nursing, and a dozen other occupations might be mentioned. I e Then, too, industrial schools might be ti established, where the daughters of weal- p thy parents could be trained in the practi- o cal details of any particular industry for fi which they displayed a special aptitude, ii If it is not beneath the sons and daughters h of a monarch to learn a trade, it ought not s be beneath the sons and daughters of re- h publican America to emulate their good b example, provided they possess the requis- n ite ability to do so. a Two years will suffice to make any bright v quick girl conversant with all the myster- a ies of the art of housekeeping, especially c if she be wise enough to study the art practically as well as theoretically. The u management of servants and the care of n the sick and children will be incidentally c learned in most homes, and can be sup- v nlemented bv a more extended study t of physiology" hygiene, etc., than was pos- I sible at school. Sewing need not be neg- f< lected either, while leisure will readily h be found for reading or any other rec- v reation that may suit individual tastes, ti Another year, or longer,-may be added to ii the time devoted to these pursuits, if de- n sired. But, above all let two or three n years be conscientiously set apart for the b express purpose of acquiring a thorough o experimental knowledge 'of some art or 1< vocation which would render its possessor ci elf-supporting and consequently, indepenlent. "If the tide of public opinion favoring mch a course would but set in, many a >ne would be spared untold suffering and nisery in after life. Let the rich set he example in this matter. They can ifford to do whatever pleases them, and, herefore, have it in thoir power to mold mblic opinion. Be not afraid, girls, that ,Tou will find your self-imposed task irkome. Remember that occupation is ne:essary to happiness, and that there is no eason why you should not dream while rTou work. "The cry will be raised that there is langer that such a plan as the one advo:ated here will tend to give girls a distaste or the quiet retirement of home, but here is little cause for fear. Not one girl n twenty will voluntarily choose a busiless life in preference to domestic happiiess. Indeed it is absolutely certain that mppy marriages would be promoted by his very independence among women. iT/,i ~ ~i. 1^2 .>ub ueiug at leisure tu uurse every pussiug ancy, girls would elect to wait patiently intil the light of true love came into their ives." THE LITTLE HIGH CHAIH. There was an auction at one of the down:own auction houses recently. A pale, sad-faced woman, in a plain calico gown, stood in a crowd. The loud-voiced aucsiooneer at last came to a lot of plain and somewhat worn furniture. It had belonged to the pale woman and was being sold ;o satisfy the mortgage on it. One by one he articles were sold, the old bureau to )ne, the easy rocker to another, and the jedstead to a third. Finally the auctioneer hauled out a child's high chair. It vas old and rickety, and as the auctioneer leld it up everybody laughed?everybody jxcept the pale-faced woman, and a tear srickled down her cheek. The auctioneer saw it, and somehow a ump seemed to come in his throat. And lis gruff voice grew soft. He remembered a little high-chair at home, and how it lad once filled his life with sunshine. It was empty now. The baby laugh, the ;wo little hands that were once held out :o greet papa from that high chair, were jone forever. He saw the pale-faced wonarr's piteous looks, and knew what it neant, knew that in her eye the little .: ~u ...An tu* ~ zf u ligii-i'imir was mure pieuiuus umu 11 11 iad been made of gold and studded with liamonds. In imagination he could see the little limpled cherub which it once held, could see the little chubby fist grasping the tin attle box and pounding the chair full of licks; could see the little feet which had ubbed the pakit off the legs; he could lear the crowing and laughing in glee, ind now?the little high-chair was empty. 3e knew there was an aching void in the lale-faced woman's heart; there was in lis own. "Don't laugh !" said the auctioneer softy, as somebody facetiously offered ten :ents: "Many of you have little empty ligh-chairs at home, which money would iot tempt you to part with." Then he landed the clerk a bill out of his own locket, and remarked, "sold to the lady iver there," and the pale-faced woman valked out, with the little chair clasped n her arms, and tears streamed down her iheeks. The crowd stood back respectfuly, and there was a suspicious moisture in he eyes of the man who had bid ten cents. The White Signal.?It is told of Charles George Gordon, that, when in the Soudan, one half hour each morning they ay before his tent door a white handker:hief. "And," says the one writing of it, 'the whole camp knew the significance of hat token, and most religiously was it espected. No foot dared to enter the tent 10 guarded. No message, however presling, was carried in ; whatever it was?of ife or death?it h^d to wait until the siglal was withdrawn. Every one knew hat God and Gordon were alone together." What a reproof this is to those who live rom "hand to mouth" as regards prayer! !f .the morning holds a quiet hour, if the ines comprising pur little world keep iway from us and give us a chance, if the vants do not press in too clamorously, and ibove all, if we can do it unobstrusivey?in a way that tells none what we are ibout?we withdraw and hold communiation with the one our faith holds to, conlensing or expanding the time as circumtances seem to warrant. Is this not true? Is it not a fair repreentation of the way most of us draw our leavenly store for the day's need ? Now, jot until we systematize, and not until we ome out boldly and say, "I must have his daily supply of grace, and I will." ^ot until we place the day's duties back of is resolutely at some stated hour, and'say o them, "Wait, can we hope to scale the ligher wall where the sun rests continualy and the soul finds benediction waiting ach day's end ?The Moravian. Capacity vs. Capability.?Our ca >aeity is our power of receiving and conaining; our capability is our power of ?ut-putting. In root both words are one, s in the source both powers are one. Our apabilities are proportioned to our capacty; for what we do not hold in store we annot draw upon for out-giving. But vhile our capabilities are proportioned to ?ur capacity, it does not follow that our iroducing will show itself in the direction if our receiving. What we have most ca>acity for, we may be least capable of; vhat we are most capable of, we may have east capacity for. The scientist someimes gathers his best strength from readng poetry, the poet from reading science. ?o one who has work to do, a most series mistake is in confusing his capacity nth his capabilities. To be fond of poety is no sign of a mission to write poetry. )ne may be poetical in his tastes withut being a poet, scientific without beng a scientist, scholarly without being , scholar, artistic without being an artist. Jut he who fills his. heart with the ruths of the poew%*fl*y-.- WQrk them ut in heroic deeds; he \*ho fills htoimnd#' nth the laws of science may work them ut in the mechanic arts; he who farailnrizes himself with the achievments of cholarship may work out the application f the scholar's methods to the every-day msiness of life?to exactness and thorughness. So, too, if you have a capacity or suffering, your capability is not to aake others suffer, but to sympathize, and oitigate the sufferings of others. The Club as a Weapon.?From the arliest times the club was a favorite miliary weapon, its primitive form beingsimily of a straight stick, much heavier at ne end than at the other, and adapted or use either by one or both hands. With mproveinents in other styles of weapons, lowever, came the mace. The mace is a hafted weapon, consisting of a wooden andle fitted into an iron head, the latter eing of many different styles. Some naces have phalanges on the sides; others re round like an orange, and furnished fith sharp projecting points; while others gain are in the shape of two imperial rowns placed base to base. The mace was a horseman's weapon, sually fastened to his saddle during the (larch, and in an action suspended by a ord round his wrist. It was a favorite weapon for fighting ecclesiastics, of whom here were many during the middle ages, 'riests, by a canon of the church, being Drbidden to use the sword, the mace, the ince, the halbered and several other weapons of this description, were allowed o take the place of that weapon, which q all ages, has been typical of war. A aodification of the mace was a plain hamper or maul, frequently carried by long owmen. It was a simple mallet of wood r of iron, with a handle four or five feet )ng, used as an offensive weapon at the lose quarter.?Globe Democrat. Penny Wisdom and Pound Foolishness.?Economy only ceases to be admirable when it goes too far and verges on stinginess, and then it is apt to defeat its own desires. The boarding house keeper who doles out two towels and two napkins a week spends more than she economizes. The linen loses more by the hard scrubbing it must sustain to be made clean than is saved in laundry work, by the reduction of the number of pieces. Common sense is the measure by which economy must be conducted. The guarding against unnecessary wears and tears, the mending of tiny holes and worn places as soon as they are perceptible, the stitch in time that saves nine, the changing about of rugs that they may wear evenly, the making over of old clothes, the skillful disposition of remnants, the watching for some little leaks as the throwing away of stock or the neglect to sift the ashes?all this attention to apparent trivialities only becomes misplaced when it withdraws the minrl frnm hicrhor nhiopfs nnrl hinrls It, ?.v ? VVJVVVW1 down to a mechanical round that leaves room for nothing but petty details. Economy must appear in not wasting nerye force and brain tissue for inadequate cause as well as the avoidance of material. Tiie Inventor of Dynamite?The world has lost one of its greatest experimental chemists by the death of Alfred Nobel, the inventor of dynamite, and the man who made the wide use of nitro-glycerine practicable. The new explosive that Sombrero discovered in Paris forty-one years ago, by treating glycerine with sulphuric and nitric acid, was never practically applied until after years of experimenting. Nobel succeeded in producing nitro-glycerine in a form that admitted of comparatively safe handling. The knowledge of which Nobel's long investigations were the fruit was not obtained without the sacrifice of some human lives. Among the victims of the terrible explosive he perfected was one of his brothers. Nobel was a Swede, and in the quarries of that country he first demonstrated the efficacy of nitro-glycerine in its improved form. It was not long, however, before the use of nitro-glycerine for blasting purposes was superseded by Nobel's later discovery of dynamite, which is now generally regarded as the safest as well as one of the most powerful of explosives.?New York Sun. Great Truths.?Great truths are very simple truths, when finally they are comprehended ; but it takes a long while to prepare any mind to comprehend a great truth. For years one may grope in darkness concerning some phase of his spiritual life, or some perplexities of a sacred friendship, or some seeming contradictions in his innermost personal character, when suddenly a light will break in upon the mind, or upon the heart, which instantly makes clear that which before seemed hopelessly dark. A great, great truth is then perceived in its bearings upon, and so in its explanations of all that is bewilder iug and disheartening to one who was in ignorance of that truth. What a new sense of life and of hope comes with such a new recognition of a comforting or of an enlightening great truths ! In the enjoyment of an experience like this, one can wait and trust in other perplexities which may be similarly resolved and dissipated. Sunday School Times. Railways and Civilization.?Railways have so cheapened the cost of transportation that, while a load of wheat loses all of its value by being hauled one hundred miles on a common road, meat and flour enough to supply one man a year can, according to Mr. Edward Atkinson, be hauled 1,500 miles from the West to the East for one day's wages of that man, if he be a skilled mechanic. If freight charges are diminished in the future as in the past, this can soon be done for one day's wages of a common laborer. The number of persons employed in constructing, equipping, and operating our railways is about two millions. The combined armies and navies of the world, while on peace footing, will draw from gainful occupations 3,455,000 men. Those create wealth?these destroy it. Is it any wonder that America is the richest country in the world 1?Scribner. Gettysburg's Tempest of Death.? "Through the shower of screaming and exploding shells an ambulance, driven by its frenzied conductor at full speed, presented to all of us the marvelous spectacle of a horse going rapidly on three legs. A hinder one had been shot off at the hock. A shell tore up the little step of the cottage, and ripped bags of oats as if with a knife. Another soon carried off one of the pillars. Soon a spherical case burst opposite the open door. Another ripped through the low garret. The remaining pillar went almost immediately to the howl of a fixed shot. Soldiers in blue were torn to pieces in the road and died with the peculiar yells that blend the extorted cry of pain with horror and despair. Not an orderly, not an ambulance, not a straggler, was to be seen upon the plains 1 * XV #_ A x _x? 1 l J SWepi Dy tnis tempest 01 uruuesLrui uemu, thirty minutes after it commenced." When Men Wore Ribbons.?It is a curious fact that for 500years ribbons were worn by men instead of women, especially during the long period of effeminacy in the male attire. In the fifteenth to the seventeenth centuries their use in England was restricted to the royalty and gentry by statute. In the time of Charles II and James II the whole attire was covered with ribbons. A fop in these days was described as "wearing more thau would stock half a dozen shops or twenty country peddlers." It is another curious fact that in the manufacture of ribbons the self-acting loom was in use 100 years before Cartwright's invention, and that in more recent times little that is new has been added in that branch of the silk industry.? London Times. Trusting to Parent^? y girl is neva? 'when,'"frith pftfpfer education of the affections, she has no secrets from her mother or father in mattersthat vitally concern her welfare. When she departs from that course and consigns her fate to others no more sensible than herself, and perhaps less scrupulous, the danger line has been passed, and Clod knows what calamity is just ahead. Xo daughter will ever regret trusting to her parents in all essential matters, and many daughters live remorsefully or are tenants of early graves, because, in a raomentofmisguided passion, they followed the dead reckoning or the betraying beacon that always leads to wreck.?Baltimore American. The Tongue's Indications.?A furred tongue is not necessarily an alarming symptom. According to a late lecture by Dr. Howship Dickinson, the tongue not only changes it aspects and condition with often inconsiderable deviations from ordinary health, but it presents many differences within this state in different persons, and in the same persons at different times. To some persons it is normal to have a clean tongue, and to others equally normal to have a coated one, so that it is impossi4? />?? l?mif r uo U1C LU 11 A. 1* ucgicc U1 iiiuiu \J. vuaviu^ ao a necessary accompaniment of perfect health,?Arkansaw Traveler. SST The New York Age says: "A young woman who thought she was losing her husband's affection went to a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter for a love powder. The mystery woman told her: 'Get a raw piece of beef, cut it flat, about half an inch thick. Slice an onion in two, and rub the meat on both sides with it. Put on pepper and salt and toast it on each side over a red hot coal fire. Drop on it three lumps of butter and two sprigs of parsley, and get him to eat it.' The young wife did so and her husband loved her ever after."