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VOL. XLVIII, CAMDEN, S. C? THURSDAY, MAY 1, 1890. NO. 44. * ' , ~ - ': ??1 _ |m - i" """ " im'i'i i "f i' WWiuitWW n n ?n???.j????a?MP???*w? ???mii??m " f t ~AN OBSTINATE OLD MAN. An old man lived a!! alone, all alone, And a jolly old man was he, Ee was ruddy and fat and :lc-ck as a rat. And his arm was a good thing to see, His chest was round, his liver was sound, \nd his voice had a chord of giea As he sang to himself while lie counted his pelf: . "Oh, ho? hearty and hale old man. Ah, ha! Such a sturdy and well old man!" Not a chick nor a child had he in the world, Though bis coffer* were full of gold; He had money in chest, in trousers, in vest From his pockets the big dollars rolled; He owned miles of land and palaces grand, And in bank had thousands untold, So ho sang all the while, with a confident smile: "Oh, ho! l'ui a Likely and peart old man, Ah. ha! Such a merry an d brisk old man !'' His brothers waited and longed 1& vain, And for years I xvcen a score They would meet each day and pleasantly 1 The old man is right at Death's door." Then the first one slept and be never wept, But he laughed and sang the more, And he gajdy cried when the last one died f ?? "Oh, ho! I'm a healthy and long-lived man, Ah. ha! Such a vigorous, sound old man!" Each night his nephews and nieces dreamt Of how rich they were going to grow, And they loved to hint, "We will never stint When cur ship comes in, you know," But I grieve to tell, he kept hale and well While the years went dragging slow, And he cackled loud o'er the last one's shroud: "Oh, ho! I'm a hardy and stout old man, Ab, ha! Such a lusty and tough old man!" And he's living yet all alone by himsoif, This man I am singing about, Oh. his eye is bright, and nis step is light, And his voice is cheery and stout: His cheeks are red and he holds up his head j In a way that pats death to rout. Bo I can't see why he should ever die? Oh. dear! Such a healthy aad well old man, Ah, me. Such an obstinate, tough old man! ?George Horton, in Chicago Herald. HORSESHOE LUCK, "Am I too old to tbiuk of a second J marriage?" said Mrs. Blvthe, looking ; wistfully into the glittering shefct of rair- ; ror that extended at the other side of the room into an indefinite perspective of . tables, stands of ferns, Japanese | screens and India haugings. "Six-and- j thirty?anil wny should one be compelled to give up all the sweetness of life atsixand-thirty? I'm sure I don't look a day over thirty: and Algy Vane must be that at least!" Mrs. Blvthe was a very pretty woman? j 4V,n K.wl U..i *..11 UI-! *iv/v mv uhvi, uut tuv; iuii-oiown rose?a | plump, dimpled, peachy-cheeked matron, i who knew exactly how to make the most ? of all her middle aj^ed advantages. * t She had married Major Mortlake Biythe S) at seventeen, and he had left her a widow at seven-and-twenty. "I shall never be such a fcol as to marry again!'' said Mrs. Blvthe. For the Major had by no means been j perfection, lie had left her just enough, ' by dint of strict economy, to live upon, 1 especially as her only child had been taken to "bring up'' by a quiet Quaker couple, the Major's relatives. And until now Mrs. Blythe had adhered resolutely to her decisior. But Algernon Vane was a royally handsome fellow, and the pretty widow was but human, and she had scribbled "Rosamond Vane," "Mrs. Algeruoa Vane," over and over again in her blotting book, and she had treasured up a fowcr he had worn in his buttonhole, and she had corresponded with him during the niof V? r\ V>.. J ? ? A ^ nu<u;i uc uau speut in xsermuaa, writing ! sprightly and amusing letters, with a semi-tone of seriousness underlying all their sparkling gossip. "He likes mc a little now," said the | widow, "and I'm determined he shall like me a good deal more. I'm tired of this solitary life; I'm tired of counting every penny half a dozen times before I spend it. Algy is independently rich, j and he's*my beau ideal of a young man. j With him I do believe I could be quite, quite happy. He don't know about j Lydia: but of course that would be no ? objection. Uncle Joshua and Aunt Re- j becca will keep her. Dear me,dear mc! ' she must be growing to be a big girl j now," and Mrs. Blythc shuddered at the j idea. At this moment the door flew open, j and in burst a tall, dusty, disheveled | Vfiunr/ rrfrl snmp Vtolfr o i j j-j- 7 uuu uvuu tuaii Mrs. Blythe herself, with the whitecapped maid following helplessly behind. "Please, ma'am," said the maid, "she wouldn't wait for me to take her card up." "Mamma, I'm Lydia!" cried the breathless apparition. "Little Liddy, mamma?don't you remember? Tell that hateful girl to go away! A card, indeed! Am I to send up cards to my own mother!" Mrs. Blythe stood appalled, in the soft yellow light streaming through the China-silk curtains. This fair-haired, sunburned young giantess, with the peony checks and the big blue eyes, the ill-fitting gloves und faded cambric gown ?could it be possible that this was the "little Liddy" often years ago? Oh, if 3Ir. Vane should see her! The girl looked around like one who views the enchantments of a fairy palace. "Oh. mamma, how pretty you are!" 6aid she, "and what a lovely room! Arc you glad to see me, mamma, darling?" "My dearestchild," gasped the widow, I "what has brought you here?" . Lydia clasped her hands; hercounten- j | ance fell. :-?-rar?~i ~ r - ? ? ? miserable creature in the world?and I want a hundred dollars!'' "Lydia! A hundred dollars!" "And you must let mo have it!" vehemently went on Lydia. "I've killed Uncle Joshua's prize colt! That is, I didn't exactly do it myself; but I was ; riding 'Pretty Jane' around the meadow, just for practice, and I forgot and left Hit? bars down, aud the colt got Out dn the railroad track, and the train canie along, and?oh J never can look Unelc Joshua iti the face again, unless I have that hundred dollars to pay him! "I shall be able to earn plenty for myself before long, mamma," she added, breathlessly, "for I can ride better than the woman in pink tarlatan and 6panglcs who jumped through the hoops at the rifdus. When the old gipsy told my fortune last year, at the county fair, she said a horse-oboe would bring mo luck some day; and I knew of course-, what she meant. So I've been practicing riding ever since, whenever I could get away from Aunt Beck and Uncle Joshua, and?" "Mrs. Dappleton Ames is in the drawI ing-rcom, raa'am," said the white-capped maid, appearing with an oxydized silver card-receiver in her hand. And Mrs. Blytho checked her daugh?r*s confidences at once. "Lydia," cried she, "I'm surprised at you! A great girl like you scuffling and romping around the country! Go back to Shady Pluius l)y the very next train, and try to behave more like a lady. Why, you must be fourteen at least!" "Seventeen, mamma," confessed the culprit. "But aren't you going to giveme the hundred dollars?" "I have not got. a hundred cents!" impatiently cried Mrs. Blythe. "And if j I had, I wouldn't givo it to you, you j naughty, ill-behaved, romping?Ycs^ j Matilda, tell Mrs. Dappleton Ames that I shall be down directly, and bring some i ten and bitns for?for Miss Blvthc be- j fore the next train goes." But when Mrs. Dappleton Ames had | lmr null onrl "\frc TClrfhn rnmi I umcKvu uvi vuii) hum <uiu. *-"-J back, the bird had flown. Lydia, deeply wounded aud resentful, had promptly returned to Shady Plains. "That old gipsy must have been a humbug, after all," thought the despairing gill. "Ob, what shall I say to Uncle Joshua? Why was mamma so cold and cruel to me? Oh, dear, I am very, very unhappy!" "Shady Plains!'' shouted the conductor. And as Lydia crept sorrowfully out of the train, something bright, like a fallen drop of dew, scintillated on the floor at her feet. She stooped to pick it up. It was a diamond scarf-pin in the shape of a horse-shoe. "Squire Carhart's company must have dropped it," said Lydia to herself. "Oh, how it sparkles! If it were only mine! For I am sure it must be worth more than a hundred dollars." She glanced furtively at a tall, broadshouldered young fellow who had been seated in the train a few seats beyond her. "He never looked around," thought Lydia. "I'm glad of it, for he must have known that I had been crying. But T ?Knfti, ? x iuu9t *41? u imo uciti\ i'/ liiui. With a light, swift step she haster.ec! to overtake Squire Carhart's city guest. "Please, is this yours?" she said, holding up the glittering half-circle. "I fouud it on the car floor close to where you were sittiug." He started aud raised his hat. "It is Mr. Wotton's neice, isn't it?" said he?"Miss Lydia? Yes, it is mine, and I'm a thousand times obliged to you. I must have fastened it in very carelessly. Aud I value it very highly, too; it was a gift from ray father." "Is it worth a great deal of money?" asked Lydia, lifting her sea-blue eyes to his face. "About a hundred dollars, I suppose." "I wish it was mine," said Lydia, with a long sigh, as if she were thinking aloud. "Yours? Why, it isn't a lady's ornament." "Oh, not the pin!" Lydia hastened to explain, "but the money?the hundred dollars. Good-by! Here is the carnage waiting from Carhart Court." "Will you let me drive you as fur as Wotton Farm?" asked the stranger, courteously. And tired Lydia willingly acceded. | The upshot was that when she entered her uncle's presence, she gave him a bank bill representing the price of the "prize colt." "Where did thee get this money, child?" solemnly asked Uncle Joshua. "I?I borrowed it," confessed Lydia. "Don't ask me any more questions, uncle. I'll pay it back if I have to pick blackberries at four cents a quart all summer." "I hope thee will give up thishovdenish businsss of scampering about on horseback, Lydia, after this," severely spoke Aunt Rebecca." "But, auut, the old fortune-teller told mc that my fortune would one day be made by a " Lydia stopped abruptly as she remembered how the diamond horseshoe had glittered on the tioor at her feet that day. Her color rose, her heart beat. "Thee must remember, Lydia,admonished Aunt Rebecca, "that all diviners and fortuuc-tellers arc snares of Satan." "Yes, Aunt Rebecca," murmured the j girl. But from that day an inscrutable change came over the whole character of her life. The pleasant summer sunshine had faded out of the land. The Saratoga hotels were closed; gay Newport was deserted. And Mrs. Blythe, sitting in the yellowlight of her jonquil silk curtains, was smiling over n card which Matilda had just brought in. "Dear Algy!" she murmured. "I knew he would come!" She glided into the white aud gold drawing-room, a'.l gracious cordiality. "You recreant cavalier!" she smiled. "I've half a mind to scold you, and .vet?" "Do I deserve that title?" Mr. Vano a?lsed. "For you are the first person to whom I have told the great happiness of my life. Oh, I see you don't understand | rac! Come out from behind the draperies, Lydia, and help mc to explain." Aucf Lydia. blue eyed and fair-tressed, came; "We fire married; mamma;" said Lydia, 1'Algy aud I. And we sail for Europe in the Comandra, at noon. Won't you kiss me, mamma, and wish me joy?" Mrs. Blythe kissed Lydia?and Algy, too?and wished them joy. But it was the severest ordeal to which she ever had been put. A mother-in-law instead of a bride! This was hardly what she had looked forward td: But even in that trying moment she noticed th^ glittering pin Which fastened Lydia's lace bonnet-strings?aqiidint device of tiny diamonds?and remembered what the girl had once said about a fortune-teller and a horse-shoe. "Mamma didn't look quite pleased, Algy," said the bride, when they were back in the carriage, driving to the ?rnn ennnncp. 5Via .MCrtiuui 3 nuan. xs\j jvn is vexed because wc didn't take her into our confidence?" "I dare say;" remarked Sir; Vane; "that no mother likes to lose her child so suddenly; Least of nil; darling, sd sweet a treasure as you." And neither of the two suspected what a poisoned dagger was that day rankling in the breast of Mrs. Rosamond Blythe. ?Saturday Night. The Colossus of Rhodes. The Colossus of Rhodes was so called to distinguish it from dther colossal figures, said by some writers to have numbered Over 100, which, during the days Of its prosperity, were set up id the "City Of the Sun," as the capital of the Island of Rhodes was poetically called. The Colossus came third in the list of the seven wonders of the world, and was consecrated to the suo, the deity of Rhodes. It was made of brass, cast in sections and is said to have been the work of Chares of Lindu3, a pupil of the great Lysippus. It was twenty cubits (supposed to have been 150 feet) high, and cost the city about 300 talents, or $350,000 as we reckon money nowadays. Over twelve years' work was spent on this early monster, which with all its grandeur, was destined to a very short career. Fifty years after its completion, in the year 234 B.C., according to Pliny, this gigantic emblematic figure was thrown down by an earthquake. The Colossus stood at the entrance to the harbor, with each of its mighty feet dh solid stone foundations, ships in full sail passing and repassing between the gigantic legs. Delepcrre, the historian> says that it was not erected at the entrance to the harbor, as stated by Pliny; but that it stood On an Open space near the Pacha's seraglio. Still another writer says it was reconstructed during the reign of the Emperor Vespasian, and that after the Island of Rhodes had been conquered by Caliph Othman, in the seventh century of our era, it was takon down and tho metal sold to a Jew, who transported it to Syria, a caravan of 980 camels beiug necessary to carry his purchase.? SL Louis liepiiblic. An Unlucky Engine. The Pennsylvania Railroad Company will be compelled to abandon Engine No. 1313, now in use on the road. It is regarded by road men as unlucky. There is not an engineer or 8reman on the road that has not a superstitious dread of the huge monster that during the past year has ficured in more disasters than any other. In the" first place, it plunged over the bridge at Latrobe last summer, wrecking the whole train aftd j killing the engineer, fireman and ten i others, and seriously injuring about a dozen persons. About a month afterward it collided with a train near Manor, seriously injuring the fireman and wrecking a number of cars. Again in a-few weeks, while ascending the mountains, its boiler burst, and the fireman was blown through the cab window and badly hurt. It was repaired and once more put on the road, and all went well until about six weeks ago, when it again ran into a freight at Manor Station. smashing ten or twelve#cars and slightly injuring the fireman. Lastly, while running near Sang Hollow, it got into another scrape. This time its oil can exploded and severely burned both en- \ gineer and fireman. It is said that the ! employes of the road intend to ask the j company to discontinue its use.?Phila- ' delphia Press. Scales That Weigh a Hair. The fine gold-weighing scales made in Philadelphia, and iuteaded for the Mint at New Orleans, are marvels of mechanical invention and expert workmanship. The larger of the two pairs has a capacity of 10,000 ounces troy, or about 686 pounds avoirdupois, and when loaded to its full weighing capacity will indicate the variation of the one-thousandth of nti nnnpo Thr> nf.Wr nnrl omnllpr r>air is intended for lighter work. All its bearings arc of the finest agate, which have been ground with remarkable precision. This instrument is believed to be the most delicate in the world. .It will give the precise weight of a human hair, and ' is susceptible to the slightest atmospheric changes. His Mother-in-Law is Welcomed. Among the Piutes it is always the father-in-law that makes the trouble. Every married Piute is always glad of a visit from his mother-in-law. He welcomes her with his broadest grin. The arrival of the mother-in-law gives him a double team, where before he had only one animal. He hails her appearance with delight, and. piling a jackass-load of wood upon her willing old back, sends her into town with his wife (similarly packed) to peddle out the fuel and bring back to him asupply of money for his favorite game of poker. The Piute father-in-law is of no use us a wood-packer, nor will he gather grass seeds or pine nuts.? Virginia City Enter prise. ........ .? J MAPLli StTGrAE. I OLD-TIME AND PRESENT WAY OF MAKING THE SYRUP. The Sugarlrtff Season in Vermont la theFarniers' CArilivrtl Month ?Sugar Pdrtles iii tiie Woods. SHORT time ago fthe young and old of Vermont realized that sugar season was at band, and the long looked for picnic was wilhib tbeif grasp* Ih Ibis; likfe dli bthcrS; things art not as they used to be. Ah age ago the farmer arid his boys, in the fall |l||'ji! il"^7p'fcfe: u1 luc j cai iyucu vut J harvest was ended, *- would take their axes ' and hie to some hard-wooded locality well stocked with maples and lay out for a spring campaign. Headquarters would be established dear some mammoth fdeks oft-times this was so located that it furbished shelter in time of storm and gave a bed for the bight. A plan of operations wits then decided upon. Young trees about one and one-half feet in diameter were cut down, out up about two feet in length, and then dug out, making troughs holding not far from four or five gallons. When 200 or 300 of these had been manufactured large maples were selected, aad by the side of each was piaccd one df these troughs. Thfcn a cord or twd of Wood was gathered and piled up against a rock; two big logs ?called back logs?were placed in position to support the kettle, ind sonic large tree near by was cut down and that dug cut into one immense trough for storage; This work would use up the best part of I u week, one of the number going home at night to look after the stock and bring l ack in the morning the blown bread, pork ar d beans. In those days these articles constituted the staff of life and an age ago there was no dyspSpsiaj chronic Complaints, or loss of appetite among the average Vermonter. To be sure they sometimes died, but died healthy. STARTING FOR THE WOODS. About the middle of March the old "five-pail kittle" was unearthed; the hand-sled which had been doing service all winter was ordered up; perk) beaut, a few potatdes, flild several lodv#s Of homemade br&id, with a few dozen df eggs; were gathered together, placed cn the sled, and the kettle turned over them; and two young men, with mow-shoes, an ax, two or three pails, the family flintlock, some powder and shot, and a good supply of "punk"?an article found in decayed wood, which is about as combustible as tissue-paper or young oratory? and two blankets, started out for nearly two months Of "sugaring." Upon reachiUg the rock the first thing in order was n fire hut. thprp wprp nn rriatohfts thp.n: so the old musket was i -ought into service. One man held the "punk" near the flint hammer and caught a spark. This he nursed, and soon had shavings from a shingle ablaze, and later a big fire,which was never allowed to go out until of no further use. At once the old troughs were looked up, an ugly gash was made in a fine maple, then "gouged," and a spout was driven in to carry the sap to the troughj aild when the sun shone sufficiently the tree gave forth its sweetness. Then the manufacturers of sugar saddled their neck-yokes and gathered in the sap, ofttirnes walking one-half a mile to secure two pailfuls, which made about, onehalf of a pound of sugar, such as it was. Au early breakfast, dinner as near meridian as the eye and stomach could judge, and "tea" when work was done comforted the inner man. For Java or Mocha syrup was a substitute, for sirloin of beof a fine slice of pork or the best of ham broiled on coals, and an ample supply of brown bread and roasted potatoes made up a repast that would do the stomach of royalty good. For dinner a few BRINGING THE DINNER, boiled eggs broke the monotony and "at tea" most anything that was left was eaten. There is no place in the world where you can cook beans which equals the woods and this is how they used to be cooked in the sugar-bush: An old earthen pot well filled with beans, a good "hunk of pork," and some native molasses furnished the foundation. Almost bcueath the kettle of boiling sap a pit was dug and the pot and contents were buried in it and in the morning out came a dish that no hotel or restaurant in all Chicago can duplicate. At the end! of six weeks, when the party took account of stock, they usually had, all told, 200 pounds of .sugar as black as Ethiopia and flavored with snow, rain, every-! thing that could come off the trees, ( with aovt- ami tilcii the body erf a forlorn mouse or daring chipmunk wbd ventured too near the trough. This was pure Vermont maple sugar something like iOO years ago. Another generation realized that the world moved, and we find a shanty in some fine grove of maples filled with 300 or 400 buckets and sometimes more. Outside is an nreh for a kettle, not built of tut stone,- but of material easiest at eo'iiimand. This is ridt an isolated spot; people here come rtnd gO; j the "sugar place" is aear-b'y home; the wife or daughter at noontime brings.) up the dinuer, and a good dinner it .g; there is a small kettle at command and n "sugar off" is then in order and ail hour's :?port that king, prince, or potentate might envy,- but dot. covet. To the assuming daughter Of papa, to say nothing df the complacent manipulator of the type-writer,- the idea of .t girl tramping a mile or twd id the woods, I carrying dinuer for mendre3sediri coarse woolens, raav not be pleasant, but could they see that girl with her dinner-pail or j "waxing sugar*' with honest, hardy men, I they would realize that there is such a thiug in life as enjoyment. Ofttimes it is found necessary to boil sap all night in Order t<? citch Up with the flow of sap, arid during a "big ruU" this sometimes lasts for a week; Then nearly the entire family moves id the bUsh.- The MAKING SA? TROUGHS, head of the house gets a little sleep while the wife or some of' the children keep the kettle full and the fire "a-humping." A "humping fire" is what the sugarmaker always enjoys. Ofttimes these sugar orchai-ds are near each other, and family visits are in order and some lovemaking is indulged in. Lads and lasses play "high-low-jack," and watch the fire, kettle, and each other. in thd old days a very 'respectable Quality tif siigar was made, bilt only a little mprc than necessary for home use, although 100 pounds or so sometimes, was exchanged for store pay. Th? farmer who then controled a sugar orchard of 300 or 400 trees was then recognized as one of the biggest men in town. At the present time the farmer is not content with less than 1000 trees, and he holds them as precious as the owner of ar. orange orchard does his fruit trees. Erery young maple is carefully looked after. If there is a scrub oak; beech of birth to impede its growth it is cut infd firewdo'd; Many an orchard to-day is so cleared iif failed tirtibcrs and under-brusih that in the summer months one ran drive over nearly every portion of it with a horse and buggy. The small streams are bridged and good roads are found on all sides. If there be a cheerful spot on earth during the summer months it's the farmer's sugar-place. Here are the finest songsters in the world and the squirrel is the pridce of the field; Mduy farmers will not allow a gun to be taken intd a sugar-bush* and ofttimes in the spring they place within easy reach of the squirrels near the sugarbouse a few ears of corn, because they enjoy the company of the lively creatures, which often are quite domestic. THE OLD-TIME SUGAR-HOUSE. To-day the maple sugar-bush is in every way truly home-like. Near the center of fifty or more acres of hardwood timber land?mostly maple, a few bccch and birch?you find a commodious sugarhouse, one room of which is much larger than the entire house of seventy years ago. In this well-floored room are stored the buckets during the summer, and in th 2 springtime it is used for kitchen, reception room, parlor, or dance hall. In it you will see a fine brick arch, an evaporator, and ample storage-room for the sap, while outside is a thrifty pair of oxen yoked to a gath* ' ' *? - i..i- L.U: criDg sicci, on wrneu is a mu umuiu^ i from twenty-five to forty pails. Like the rest, the oxen take their dinner in the woods, and live or si* "rounds" are considered a good days work. Three hundred pails u day is called good work. This sap is drawn to the sugar-house, and from a long spout is conveyed to large storage-tubs, and thence to the evaporator, or pan, kettles having long since been discarded. The evaporator is of malleable iron partitioned off. The sap, entering at the head of the arch, meanders across the pan a dozen times or so, and on reaching the foot a heavy, clear, pure syrup is produced. This is carefully set aside until "sugaring-off day" comes, when it is cooked still more and is ready for the tub or caking. About twice each week the owner of a sugar bush has a sugaring-off party. First all the old folks for miles around come in on ox-sleds and on foot, and il good old-fashioned time is enjoyed. No one seems to realize that they are growing ^ old. Later on the coming generation N are cm hand add buxom girls, hopeful yourig man, maidens, and boys gather at the sUgar-house." They arc in for a good time. First there may bo a tug-of-war,' with snow-balls, iii which the girls tako an active part, and a Vermont gffl can throw a snow-ball with hitting effect.! She uses more precision firing at a young man for whom she has no admiration than when she tries to "shoo a hen" off the garden patch. When the war is over the manufacture of paddles is in order. To Oat sugar with a spoon in the woods woiild be regarded as a violation of all the rules of etiquet. 3o the young man takes his "best girl" one side, and selecting a sofa?usually a large log, or if lighter furniture is required two buckets are inverted?they sit down and commence work on their paddleS. Tiie paddles being made, down to the sugardouse they go, secure a pint or more of the syrup, and start for a snowbank,upon which they pour it. This at once hardens and furnishes a sugar repast that can not be excelled; For a quarter of a mile about the' sUgar-hoUse you will see these pairs cooing and eating maple sugar in its primitive state. The pure Vermont maple syiup is an entirely different article from that vended ; r j TELE MODERN OUTFIT. i about the streets Of large cities, which is mostly made of glucose and foreign sugars. Pure maple syrup to-day readily brings $1 a gallon the woods, and when it reached Chicago it is sold for seventyfive cents and tifteii less. The first make of maple sugar sells for fifteen cents a pound, and here you get it for seven or eight?a reconstructed article but not improved.?Chicago Herald. Pecnliar Headgear. Not far from charming Lake Bourget, is a place seldom visited by travelers. Bourg-en-Bresse is a pretty and wellbuilt town occupying the centre of a fertile plain on the left bank of the Reyssouze in France. The streets are clean and veil macie, with air and water circulating in abundPICTURESQUE BOURG WOMEN. ance. Spacious and beautitui avenues lead from the interior of the town to the environs. The women in the neighborhood of Bourg and Macon are most picturesque and pretty. Their headgear is very peculiar and gives them the appearauce of wearing a wedding cake on their heads. The Bitter Truth. "Who was the elderly lady I saw you walking with the other day?" "My wife." "You're joking." "Oh, no! It's the bitter truth."?Flic gendc Blactter. Made Him Listen. Representative Mason, of Illinois, knows of a lawyer, a friend of his, who often . addresses hims'clf to individual members of the juries he confronts. He once appeared for the plaintiff in a suit for damages brought against a street railroad company. He made a most eloquent appeal, but was unable to hold the attention of one of the juiors, who appeared to be an old sailor. At last he stopped directly in front of the sailor, and, addressing him alone, said: "Now, mate, I will tell you how the accident happened. The plaintiff was in command of an outward bound car, and stood in her starboard channels. An inward bound car came along, and just as , their bows met she jumped the. track, keeled, sheered to port, knocked my client overboard, and rau over him." The sailor listened attentively, and i promply joined in a verdict of $5000 foi I : Jhe York T??bnnc,_ I JN SLUMBER-LAND. * Here where God's angels are, Each shining as a star, White-winged and crownad with radiance immortal, I breathe a wordless prayer. And then with head all bare Open the door and step across the portaL / ' The perfume of sweet flowers Makes faint the drowsy hours, O'er floor and walls the moon's? white tide is creeping, While in soft slumber shrined, Their rosy arms entwined, . Upon the bed two little souls are sleeping. I know not what they dream, But by their smiles they seem / Blessed with a vision beautiful and tender. Perchance all hand in hand They roam through fairy land Or sail o'er seas the stars gild with their splendor. White as a daisy bloom One face shines through the gloom The hair like sunset 'ere the'West grows soberRed are the other's lips, His locks the dusk eclipse nf lonfv wnndr in dav3 of brown October. Oh, peacefully they rest, Within their snowy nest. The vagrant feet are quiet till day breaking? Their April joys and cares Fled with the twilight prayers, And Love bows down to kiss their lips at' waking. Ah, little las3 and lad, Whose white souls never had A doubt, a fear, to make your light feet falter, 1 So beautiful a grace Broods o'er your resting place, My heart must worship here as at an altar.' As one from Paradise, Turneth his longing eyes Then leaves that heaven he lost by sin and! doubt? As sadly and as slow, I kiss sweet lips and go Back to the world, the cold, hard world without. , ?ElviraS. Miller, in Courier-Jovrnal. PITH AND POINT. The men who work in the mint should" be well off. They just coin money.? Boston Courier. *' * ???^ fnr an arm 11 Becomes scuuuu ua.u.... . less man to do things in an off-hand way. ? Yonkers Gazette. It is often the man who has the most confidence in his constitution that will soonest run it down. , "Come, Nellie, don't be a baby. Cry ing won't mend your doll." "Well, > mamma, will laughing?" If you have a non-laying pullet, take hold of its neck and pullet. Then it will lay?still.?Dansoille Breeze. "Well, Johnnie, do you enjoy going to school?" "It's pretty good fun. I like comin' home the best, though." , Jinks?"Lend me a dollar?" Blinks ?"Till when?" Jinks?"Till you get it back again."?Lawrence American. "I don't like your friend Smithers. He is always making eyes." "He can't help it; it's his business. He's an optician."?Bazar. "My dear child, what are you crying % so for?" "Oh, dear! My father has gone and lost me, and I know my mother will scold him so when he gets home 1" The maiden fair had had a fallTo walk she was not able, But when a mouse leaped through the wall,! She jumped upon the table. -Yankee Blade, i - . "T i?* a<* nn irmir daughter." re " "JL JUOU UUbU V/** jv? ?0 f marked young Goslin to Amy's papa. "Then I will supply the antidote," replied the old gentleman, raising his right foot.?Epoch. i A lady wishes to know the best way of marking table linen. Blackberry pie is our choice, although a baby with a gravy dish is highly esteemed by many. ?New York Newe. 1 'Did you make much on your last stock deal?" "No; lost $700." "But I thought that MacDollars gave you a pointer." "He did; but it proved to be a disappointer."?Munsey's Weekly. Mrs. Gazzam?"Mr. Jaysmith is a man of great penetration, even if he is inclined to be miserly." Gazzam?"Penetration? Oh, yes; everybody knows of his penny traits."?Mun&eifs Weekly. "Is His Nibs in?" asked a man who entered the office in search of the manager"You should say, 'Are His Nibs in?"' corrected a clerk who was studying grammar in his spare moments.?Muneey's Weekly. .A little boy carrying some eggs home from the shop, dropped them. "Did you break any?" asked his mother, when he +.0/3 1,0- , + <<Nn " said the little fel turn uvi w* ivi low; "but the shells came off some of 'em."?St. Louii Magazine. "I love this old horse," said the Colonel. "I feel that he saved ray life at Gettysburg." "How?" "He kicked mo in the stomach before the battle so that I couldn't go on the field, and my substitute got shot in the neck."?Chatter. "Well," said Mr. Hiflier, angrily, to his wife, "there isn't a person in this world who regrets being married more than I do." "Don't be too sure of that,' dear," was his better half's comment, "till you hear my opinion on the question."?Philadelphia Times. Lady of the House (to tramp going through the gate)?"Here! you promised to saw that wood if I gave you a meal." Tramp?"Ycs'm; and I have fulfilled my promise. I saw it as I passed by. Your grammar is somewhat defective, I am pained to observe."?Judge. The table upon which Cromwell wrote when lie affixed his signature to the warrant for the execution of Charles I. was recently sold in England for $720. A quaintly conceived brooch is an enameled squirrel holding a little nut* which is represented as closely as possible by colored pearls.