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THE WAIF. Jost ft lonely little maiden from the city's dost and heat, > A homeless, lonely little waif, with blue eyes sad and sweet. Ko father's hand with thoughtful care the lit tle life had blessed, Ho mother's touch of lore had e'er the tangled hair caressed. Ber earst had heard sin's blasphemies, heir cheeks had felt its blows, And in the wide, wide city she had lived, just how, God knows. But now, out to the country-kind hearts had planned the way 8ho rode to breathe the summer breath a fort night and a day. Oh, joy of all that journey, and sweeter joy to come, When Farmer Stebbins took her to his pleasant upland homet The wide, old fashioned wagon was a chariot with wings, And the big house on the hillside looked grander than a king's. All the beaming bliss of sunshine, all the woodland's song and stir. All the bloom of rural beauty was paradise to her, And the hum of bees that wandered in the daisy fields all day Vis music of another world that stoic her heart away. She knew the spreading maple that the robins loved the best, She found the clump of grasses where the ground bird bid its nest, And when the wind at evening whispered through the orchard boughs She went with Farmer Stebbins to help drive home the cows. And when, at quiet bedtime, with touch of tender care Kind Mother Stebbins' gentle hand brushed back the tangled hair, One little heart with happiness was full and running o'er, One little soul was filled with love till it could hold no more. Too soon the visit ended, the parting time drew nigh. She kissed kind Mother Stebbins, bid the birds and bees goodby, And climbed into the wagon, with its wide, old f ashien od seat. Once more a homeless little waif, with blue eyes sad and sweet. But when they reached the station and heard the whistle's blast Around the farmer's sunbrowned neck two little arms clung fast. ''Don't sand me backt Don't send mel" the sobbing creature said, And Farmer Stebbins swallowed hard, then bent bia bushy head. And soft unloosed the clinging arms and put tiie grieved child down. He stooped and kissed the tear stained face and smoothed the hair of brown, And then the long train sped away around a distant hill, But a happy brown haired maiden stays with Farmer Stebbins still. -Sheldon C. Stoddard in Youth's Companion. STOEY OF A VIOLIN. It was a mad, a shameful, thing, as I realized just a moment too late. Though I did my utmost to atone for the part I played in that tragedy, the white agony on Chris Carew's boyish face that night haunts me as vividly now as if I had eeen it there yesterday, and it is years since he last bent his head over his precious violin. I suppose that two friends fired with the same buming ambition were never more genuinely attached to each other than he and I, perhaps because, if I searched the world, I might never find a more lovable, more unselfish and thorough fellow than Chris Carew. To become great violinists-that was the life dream we shared. Living together, we had practiced together for years and dreamed of triumphs to come. True, more than once I recollect having a spasm of envy because, as time went on, Chris unconsciously developed a delicacy of touch and purity of tone that I could not seem to reach and was more often given the solo parts when we played together in public, but nothing more. Chris invariably turned its edge in his quiet, convincing way: "Will, it's nonsense. My instru ment happens to be an older and better one than yours; that's all. Put any other fiddle into my hands, and I could never get half the effect. You know it; we have proved it." And so in those dear days we al ways placed it down to the subtle sympathy that had grown between him and his exquisite old violin, nearly black with age. As I say, we had struggled and dreamed to ' gether for years, and then-then that shadow of a woman came be tween us. Then They say that every woman has some kind of beauty in some man's eyes, but Lottie Arnold-well, she seemed to be one of the women who unconsciously set longing the heart of every man they meet. She had just joined as pianiste the orchestral society to which Chris and I belong ed, and I know that I experienced a queer thrill the very first moment J saw her-on a concert night, when she floated across the platform to give the overture-and again when she stood bowing to the ap plause, a slight, indescribably be witching figure in soft, white even ing dress, with a mass of deep brown hair and clear, calm eyes that shone even at that distance. And Chris, when I happened to glance at him-his lips were parted, and he stood as if lost in an ecstasy. At the moment, though, I set it down to his deep appreciation of her flaying. If it had ended there ! But prac tice nights came twice a week and with them opportunities of turning Xiottie's music, of begging her ac companiment, even of whispering soft nothings, until I understood that she had too intense a nature to appreciate them. In a month I was madly in love with her and could not realize a future without her. When-when I grasped of a sudden that the same thrill had communi cated itself to Chris, and that we were secretly running a race to gether for Lottie's heart, the mis chief began. Before I knew it that insane, unreasoning jealousy of him and his chances had sprung up in j me. He was handsome. More, it presently seemed to me that she thought more of his playing than of mine, a galling danger in itself. -Often on practice nights I watched as he stood bowing away drear, beside her until I grew so sick v the jealousy that I left the place went home alone, and yet he nc seemed to understand. Truth tell, as the weeks went by no could have said that either of us come within winning distance her. Sometimes it was I who wc go home in a state of mental int? cation, while Chris would S? paler and quieter than usual ; th next time, Chris would come in vs the telltale flush to find me sitt moody and savage. Never once we speak directly of it, but shadow was there, thickening ev day, and somehow from the f it seemed to me that Chris, tal on his merits alone, would be winner in this silent, desper struggle. Desperate? Yes. One night i fit of pique I had absented mys from the practice and for hours planning how I could make him a match to the powder. About o'clock he burst in, his face aglow. "Will, I've just heard the swe est bit of music ever written-1 own composition-Lottie's, I mei lean hear it how! I caught 1 playing it unawares, and what you think? I've made her prom to embody it in a violin duet to played by you and me at the nc concert. She oan do it. She h written more than one pretty sor Will! Will! What is the matt? What have I done?" I had tried to sneer, but it was : use. When he put his hand on n shoulder and softly asked that, could only get up and walk frc the room. The lump in my thro was too great for words. I knevt loved him, but I did not know th I hated him too. Then for a month of suspen we saw nothing of Lottie Amol She was as much an enthusiast Chris himself. Having set horse to the work, her one fear was, suppose, that the duo would not 1 finished in time. But at last can a letter. It had nearly driven h< mad, she said, but we could judj of her success if we called at ht house to try our parts on the fe lowing Wednesday evening. The note was addressed to Chri For a moment my jealousy flame np so that I had almost snatched out of his hands as he read it. mastered that impulse, but I kne that the crisis was at hand nov Hy brain was in a whirl all th; week. Scarcely a word passed b tween us. And Chris, as he walke beside me that Wednesday eveninj seemed to have grown haggard, an he shifted his violin case from han to hand constantly. I think he ha begun to understand. Reaching the house, we wei shown at once into the sitting roon and there sat Lottie at a piano, sui rounded by a litter of papers. Pe: haps she, too, realized something s that moment, for she rose with start and a heightened color. "Is it really ? o'clock? I seem t be left behind the world lately. Thi staccato finale has kept me in nervous tremble for days. Oh, an -and"- She hesitated, pluckin? at the velvet band at her throal quite childishly for her. "I-I's dreadfully sorry, but it isn't to be ? duet at all I found I hadn't possi bly time to arrange the second par as well as the accompaniment, s< I-I abandoned it, and I really thin] it goes better as a solo." A strain ed, never forgotten pause. Then, be coming herself again, she ran for ward and touched my arm appeal ingly. "You don't mind very much do you?" she asked in her swee voice. All over in a breath ! I know '. stood stupidly still for a time, un able to get a syllable past the swell ing in my throat, while the floo] seemed to be rocking. So she hac written the solo-for Chris-anc with it ended all my dreams. I wanted air. I murmured some thing, caught up my violin anc went mechanically out and dowr the stairs. At the door I stopped, Some one had called me. It was Chris, his face white and imploring as a frightened woman's. "Will!" That was all he said huskily as he gripped my arm. 1 knew vaguely that it meant "Sooner than that, you can have the solo.' But that only maddened me the more. I shook off his hand and walked away home. Three hours later he walked in. I think he had been wandering the streets, fighting a battle with him self. He came straight across to where I sat, with a palpable attempt to speak and act as if nothing had happened. "Why didn't you stay, old man? It's grand-she's a genius-it will haunt you when you hear it. Oh, and I've persuaded her to take a rest and then write the second fiddle part. That'll be all right, won't it? Will," be whispered, "why didn't you tell me?" "Keep her," I said icily, "and the solo too. There!" He drew a deep breath. Another soft word from him and I should have given way, but he had turned away and picked up a lotter that had arrived for him by the last post. Absolute silence for a time. Then I glanced up to see Chris star ing at mo, his face a study in in credulous wonder. "Heavens! Will!" he breathed. "My name's made! Here's an invi tation from the manager of tho Grand hall to play there tomorrow night and name my own fee. Ono ! of their artists is indisposed. Will, did you hear? At tho Orand hall, Kensington, tomorrow night. Mo rne! What can ho have heard of mc? Why, it's the chance of : lifetime! Will, aren't you going grip my hand?" He was so overcome that he ha ly noticed I sat like a stone, went on whispering rapturously himself: "Tomorrow night! I must wr and tell her this. Why, the solo can play it. She must be the: Will, listen-you must haar it ! goes like this!" He caught up his violin. I e him now as he stood that nig] hear that downward sweep of 1 bow across the strings, full of cc scious triumph-that one quiver! chord, no more. I was on my fe a terrible passion passing throu? me. Every word of his had beer stab. Each seemed to carry Lot farther and farther from me. struck out at him-at Chris, t man who had made me love hi like a brother-and the savage bk caught tho rim of his beloved i strument and sent it spinning acre the room. Near the door it f< with a sickening crash and h there-wrecked ! Yes. Next minute, when I reali ed and would have given years my life to spare Chris that blow, crept across and picked up the vi lin. The finger board had snappi in two, and the body of it was sto^ in like an eggshell. "Oh, Chris!" I whimpered, 01 shaking hand put out. But he d: not stir. His body was stiff. Only h face worked convulsively. "Tal mine-take everything I've got!" said in an agony of apprehensic then. One dry sob came, then a shive then he groped his way past me lil a blind man. Listening as for m life, I heard him mount slowly u to our bedroom and lock the doc on the inside. Then one stifle moan and no more. All that night I sat in a fever c shame and suspense, and the doc above had not opened. Seven times I had crept up and implore him to let mein, but not a soun had come. What was he doing Save myself, no one on earth kne^ how he had prized that old violin what its loss meant for him. Wha would happen? When mornin came, I could do nothing but as our landlady not to disturb him an wait on. Afternoon carne, and st?] the same silence overhead. An then, just about 6 o'clock, I wen hot at the recollection of that con cert at the Grand hall. The chane of his lifetime he had called it. I he failed-no, he should not fail The wildest of ideas had flashei across me. Chris and I were not s* unlike in appearance, and, heave] helping me, I might I went up and knocked once again No answer. Clearly if it was to bi dono there was no time to hesitate Seven o'olock, no Chris. Half pas 7. ? had dressed carefully, chosei an effective solo that I knew bj heart, taken one of Chris' cards an< stood waiting on the last chance. 1 quarter to 8, and that door remainec locked. Five minutes later I hac called a cab and was on my way t< the Grand hall. I recollect asking for the manage] and handing him that card, but the rest seemed afterward like a dream Scores of times I had played in pub lie, but always with a nervousnest that had marred my performance, It was gone now. I remember thal when, about half past 9,1 faced thal great, critical audience as Chris Ca rew I was as cool and confident as though my success had been assured for years. To play as I had never played before-to carry home new.? of a triumph to Chris ! And, with the vision of him sit ting at home there always before me, I played that night-well, as Chris himself would have done. The moment the prelude had ended I was sure of myself. Never had my fingers seemed so supple. Never had my bow responded so lovingly to the emotions that possessed me. I did not need to wait for the buzz of applause to know that "Chris Carew" had justified his engage ment. I remembered afterward that the manager had shaken hands with me and said something about a good notice in the morning papers, but tho first thing I recollected clearly was trying the handle of the door at home and whispering eagerly, "Chris, old man! Chris!" The nanette yielded-the lock was broken. With an intense awe and foreboding creeping over me, I stood in the doorway and looked. Two persons were bending over him. He lay on the bed, his face damp with sweat and his eyes I "Oh, I'm glad you've come!" whispered our landlady. "I knew there was something wrong, and I heard him groaning and calling out after you went, so I fetched the doc tor at last, and we had to break in. 111? Why, Mr. Marsh thinks it spoils brain fever ! Oh, and he has kept calling out 'Lottie! Lottie!' Who is 'Lottie?' " I could not tell her just then. What I did was to rush down stairs, seize pen and paper and, as well as I could for tho mist in my eyes, write a scrawl to the woman he loved and deserved, telling her all and begging her to como. For some thing seemed to tell me that Chris would never know of his triumph by proxy-that he was going to dio. *...... God spared mo that. In a week j Chris was down stairs again, whiter i and thinner than ever, indeed, but I so much his old self that he could : smile and press my hand whenever . I held it out. But it was not until -moro through my scheming per I haps than he will over know-he I led Lottie Arnold from the altar as his wifo six months later that I could look him in the face and feel that I had atoned in part. Only in part, even at that sacrifice of my hopes, for Chris, who might have been one of our greatest vio linists today, has never touched a violin since that night. Often I have pleaded with him, often enough showed ?ai the notice of "Mr. Chris Carew, a new and promising young performer," that appeared in the newspapers that morning, but he shakes his head. The wreck of the instrument that he loved lies at the bottom of his box, and his old fixed belief that he could never do him self justice on any other, even if ho had the heart to try, has never been shaken.-Tit-Bits. The Industry of Fall River. Fall River has more than one sixth of all the spindles in the coun try, over one-fifth of those in New England and manufactures over three-fourths of all the print cloths made in tho country. It has more spindles than any state in the Unit ed States except Massachusetts, nearly as many as all the southern states combined and more than twice as many as any other city in the country. Every working day its mills weave more than 1,400 miles of cloth, or more than two miles every minute. It produces every variety of cloth from rough linings for shoes to the finest and daintiest fabrics for ladies' dresses and from the coarsest threads to the gossamer of the spider's web, a pound of which will make a strip of lawn 30 inches wide and 60 feet long. There are 42 corporations, operat ing 82 mills, employing 30,000 per sons, earning $180,000 per week and producing annually from 350,000 bales of cotton more than 800,000, 000 yards of cloth. Its people are cosmopolitan, there being in the city in round numbers 15,000 of American parentage, 15,000 of Eng lish, 25,000 of French Canadian, 25, 000 of Irish and 20,000 of German, Portuguese, Armenian, Russian and Italian birth. The recent growth of the city has been remarkable. Founded in 1803, it had only 1,00C inhabitants, but from 1870 the in crease has been marvelous. In that year it had 27,191 inhabitants; ?D 1880, 47,883; 1890, 74,918; in 18S7, 100,000.-Textile America. A Discouragement. "So you are writing for an Eng lish publication," she said to the young man to whom she is engaged. ' 'Yes. How did you know ? ' ' "A friend of mine sent me a Lon don periodical in which one of your poems was published." "Yes. That publication seems to like my work very well. The mat ter that it took from me last week amounted to ?7." "To seven pounds!" she repeated wonderingly. "Yes." "Albert, do you know how to keep bocks?" "No, but I suppose I can learn." "Then I wish you would do so." "But it's hard worki and I doubt Very much whether I would be a success at it." "Well, then, open a store or learn to run a hotel or something like that." "Don't you like writing as an oe, cupation?" "Not now. I used to think it was a noble and beautiful vocation, but when it comes to selling poetry by the pound I feel that it is time to abandon literature forever."-De troit Free Press. Curiosity. Crowds representing innate hu man curiosity gather easily in large cities. A fairly good looking wagon was driven hurriedly up to a place on Diamond street one day recently, says the St. Louis Globe-Democrat. In a moment two boards had been placed across the top of the vehicle. The six or seven men who stopped to look on at the unusual proceeding soon swelled to a throng when four small pillows were brought out and deposited on the boards. "What's up?" inquired a tall, thin man, an eager look in his eye, the remark being addressed to a boy who had swiftly climbed a pole. From his vantage point the youngster made laconic answer, "Dunno unless a man's sick or dead in there." At this point the two men at work brought out and placed squarely on the pillows something which looked very much like a stretcher. Every body craned his or her neck for the next appearance of the quiet work men. The latter were not long in coming. Between them, walking very carefully, they carried a large mirror, which they placed on the stretcher and then covered with a white cloth. In another instant they had turned down toward Wood street, and the most excited men in the crowd looked dejectedly at each other. A possible tragedy requiring the coroner's presence, or at least a doctor's, had been converted into a furniture insurance precaution. CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Signature of - Thc most ancient coin in Europe, thc ducat, was iirst struck in the mint of Venice in the year 1284. Thc building is still in existence. ONLY A TOAD. But Ec Proves Himself tho Friend of the Thrifty Farmer. Many people view with disgust and loathing this rough, uncouth, leathery coated little creature, with his distended stomach and squat, ungraceful form, yet their aversion is totally without reason. The toad is not venomous or harmful, nor can he he utterly ugly with his sin gularly clear and brilliant eyes. An old superstition says, "Tho toad has a jewel in his head." If he has, it must be the gleam of the jewel that flashes through his eyes and lights up his otherwise unattractive countenance. However this may be, the toad is a jewel in himself from an economic point of view. The farmer has no better friend or ally in his warfare against injurious insects. The toad comes forth mostly at night, when such insects as the cutworm are abroad. When I am working in the garden and inadvertently disturb a toad, I always feel like begging his pardon, for, however queer it may seem to some, I like toads. In this Dakota land they are very abun dant, and I notice that insects are proportionately few. When following the breaking plow, I havo often been a reluctant spectator of the last sad tragedy in the lives of some of these beneficent little creatures. They love to bur row down in the earth to just about the depth that the plowshare takes, and there they are sometimes sliced in two. On these occasions when examining the contents of their stomachs I have been surprised at the quantity they could hold. I have also noted the prevalence of injurious species of insects, such as leaf beetles, cutworms, grubs and their larvae. Once after a victim passed under the plow I took pains to note the contents of its stomach, which con sisted of 4 large cutworms, 2 bean beetles, 17 small leaf beetles, 8 small manure beetles, 3 flies, several lar vas and about a teaspoonful of the small aromatic yellow ants. This was only a medium sized toad, and now just think how many such meals he had taken in his life ; then think of his millions of relatives and the meals they had eaten in their lives. After that remember that in their pollywog state toads clear out myriads of larvae from stagnant water and do much to ward lessening the great mosquito pest, and you may imagino the vast quantity of injurious insect material they must have destroyed. I have domesticated and colonized j toads in my cellar and garden and always felt amply repaid by the de crease in the number of the insects. It makes little difference to the toad whether his meal be of cabbage worms, mosquitoes or bean beetles, j Down they go, and as he rubs his throat with one "hand" he winks his off eye and is ready for more. Our Animal Friends. The Pope and London Smoke. Leo XT rr is no stranger to the ! English court, but it is by no meanB generally known that the pontiff once paid a personal visit to this country. Such, however, is the case, though the event occurred 60 years ago, when he was simply i Monsignor Pecci, acting as legate at ' the Belgian court, and when he was I being consulted recently with re gard to the building of the new ca thedral at Westminster he asked whether any white marble was to be used, adding laughingly: "When I was at St. Paul's cathedral, they showed me some black marble and said it was white. London seems to be far too smoky for white mar ble. "-Westminster Gazette. The New York botanical garden, planned for Bronx park, will be the third largest in the world. It em braces 250 acres. - A negro was killed near Glendale by falling into a well. It seems that the well, which was very deep, had been out of use for some time, and he had gone down to clean it out. As there were poisonous gases there he became dizzy and asked his compan ions to draw him up. Just before reaching the top he became so faint as to release his hold on the rope and dropped back to the bottom. The fall mangled his body terribly, killing him instantly. When i ou call for DeWitt'H Witch Ha zel salve, tho great pile cure, dou't accept anytnii.x else. Don't b? talked into ao Cipting a subHtiiule, tor pile?, for sores, for burns. Evans Pharmuey - There will be no extra session of Congress, though the Senate will have to be called together for the prompt ratification of the treaty of peace, if the present plans of the President pre vail. It is stated at the White House, that unless there should be some ex traordinary development, thc House will not meet until it convenes in reg ular session next December. A stubborn cou^h or tickling in the throat yields to One Minute Cough Cure. Harmless in effect, touches the right spot, reliablo and just what is wanted. It acts at once. Evans Pharmacy. - The Japanese are flocking to thc Sandwich Islands in large numbers. From a dispatch it is learned tha' no less than 1,176* entered Honolulu as contract laborers in one day recently. Another batch is expected shortly, lt would be seen from this that the con tract labor law has been quietly pigeon holed. Plantation managers are under contract to import a certain percent age of white labor in proportion to the number of coolies brought in, but the contract is violated in almost every in (STURGEONS IN COMMERC?T Some of the Points of Singularity About the Fish. The sturgeon is naturally an- in habitant of the large rivers and brackish water of the north temper ate zone, more particularly of Eu rope and America. The Sacramen to, the San Joaquin, Russian river and the Columbia on the west and the Hudson and Delaware on the east are very favorable to its pro duction in great quantities. This interesting and curious fish has many points of singularity. Its armed exterior skeleton seems to point to its being one of tho few de scendants of the ganoid, or armor plated fishes of the prehistoric ages. The position of the mouth is much the same as in the shark family, but its form and function are rather that of the remora, or sucker fam ily. The flesh, too, is remarkable as being a reddish and yellow and part white. English fishmongers call it "beef and veal." In that country it is usually cooked by bak ing with a stuffing of fine herbs. There are several varieties of the sturgeon family, the sturgeon prop er (Accipenser sturio), the beluga and the sterlet being the principal, the two latter kinds belonging to the Russian waters. Some 25 years ago there were mil lions of sturgeons in San Francisco bay and tributary waters, principal ly in the mouths of the Sacramento and San Joaquin rivers, where they lay on the muddy bottom, feeding on clams and bottom fishes. The Chinese, who have an inordinate fondness for gelatinous substances, suoh as isinglass, sea swallow nests, trepang, etc., imported from China a very deadly hook for capturing the sturgeon, which they caught solely for the marrow in its peculiar backbone. They stripped out the backbone and threw away the rest. Some of the backbones were sent to China, where isinglass is made from them and also a highly tenacious glue. The principal use, however, is for making gelatinous soup.-San Francisco Chronicle. Growth of the South. Where the proud city of Birming ham stands today there were in 1877 only wornout fields. Chattanooga was a dilapidated village. Atlanta still sat in the ashes of the war. Florida was almost as much of a wilderness as in the days of Spanish rule. Texas had made no impres sion upon the world's markets as a cotton producer. The states of Louisiana, Mississippi and Arkansas were in poverty and dospair because of the miseries of the reconstruction period. The coal and iron mines of Tennessee, Alabama and Virginia were practically undiscovered and unopened. There was no serious competition by any southern port with New York and Boston for the export and import trade. With a single exception there was not one great railroad system in the south, and that did not touch the south eastern part. Twenty years ago the manufac ture of cotton in the south was wholly an infant industry, and cities now known as textile working cen ters were mere trading posts at the crossroads. The fruit and vegeta ble business of Florida was so small as to attract little attention, while the fruit and melon business of Georgia did not exist at all. South ern farmers then bought their corn and meats instead of raising them as they do now, and the cotton crop of Georgia, notwithstanding the comparatively low prices and not withstanding the cities have absorb ed so much of the rural population, is twice as large as it was then. Macon Telegraph. - Thirty-six years ago Gen. Joseph Wheeler had the pleasure of captur ing the officer he is now serving under in Cuba. In March, 1862, William R. Shafter was a Major in the Nine teenth Michigan. He was with a foraging expedition one day when a body of Wheeler s cavalry surrounded and captured the whole outfit. Shaf ter was sent to Richmond, and spent six weeks in Libby prison, ?Nobody in the country has a higher opinion of "Little Joe" as a strategist and fight er than General Shafter. - Edward Culver, rough rider, lies at the Marine Hospital, Staten Island, with the bullet in his body that killed Sergt. Hamilton Fish in the memora ble fight with the Spaniards at La Quasina, Santiago. He and Fish lay flat on the ground, close together, firing on the enemy, when a Mauser bullet pierced Fish's left side, come out at thc right and hit Culver in the left breast just above the heart. He will always carry in his breast the missile that slew his comrade. 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