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P0BLI8HI DIRR fti:S53 8UB8CR1J 1C; three Ryible S r week 7 mot Muainea Winti, i«« ■y order. Hpeclel •pact. Cm Official Comint resular n For ral tlslDf ap W»1 Sen hidure Bpam the f( of Mi reiol try a “V atyle ■bed iny i 014* Iv * ablj verj ■tro and ' LIGHT AT EVENTIDE. The Jay had been, oh! n> dreary, With iU terapeat —wind* and rain; I had lunged for one ray of »un»hine, But all day long in vain; And the night wim closing round me Lonely and cold and gray. As I sat by the window watching The death of the dreary day. I opened my mother's Bible, And on ita page I read What one of the grand old prophets In time of trouble said— The sweet and comforting promise, That bids us in faith abide, When the day is dark with tempest — ‘•There'll be light at eventide." Lo! as I read the chapter. Dear to each trusting heart— The clouds above the hilltops Suddenly broke apart. Bright with unearthly beauty The valley stretched away. And (iod's sunshine was all about me, At the close of the dreary day. --Ebon E. Rezford, in The Ledger. ] Love or Lucre. tlie-'tel # "Affl “Of course I have not married him because f was in love with him,” said May Harriott, with a light laugh. She was sitting in u gold-aud-dun- colored boudoir, hung with silken tinted draperies, and carpeted in pale gray Auhusrfou,bordered with scarlet. The windows were tilled full of tlower- iag-plants,au exquisite statue of Hebe occupied a marble pedestal iu the middle of the room, and the panels of the walls, filled in with minors, re flected the young bride’s every motion a score of times. Mrs. Harriott w as dressed in a Wat teau wrapper of rose-colored silk, which fell around her iu pink clouds, pule Neapolitan corals, carved so delicately that a magnifying-glass would not have put them to the blush, hung from her delicate ears, ami clasped the folds of tulle at her throat, diamonds glittered on her Angers, and the tiny handkerchief peeping from her pocket was edged w ith lace that would have made a princess’ ransom! And May’s face, all lilies and roses, with the glory of gold hair floating away from it, was a jewel wall worth all this expensive setting. Florp Field, her old schoolmate, sat opposite to her, secretly envious of all this splendor, ami wondering that May Haven, who had taught in the same district school as herself, was not more eluted 'by this sudden pro motion. “Well, then,’’ said she, “why did you marry him?” “Because I was poor and he was rich. Because I was tired of teaching, amt he ofl'ered me all this!” ATT* MnyT^TSTT^crfifound ujpon luxuries that surrounded her. “Nobody could he foolish enough to suppose it was a love-match,” said she. “He’s ever so much older than I am, aud not at all my ideal! But I couldn’t drudge on forever at my pro fession, aud I think I’ve made a lucky exchange.” “May you are a heartless coquette!” cried out Flora Field. “No, I am not,” said May, with a shake of the lovely golden curls. “You would do just the same thing yourself, Flora Field, if you had the chance; yon know you would.” And as May laughed out a sweet, defiant chime, she did not know that her silly words had had another auditor than Flora Field—that the door lead ing into the rich banker's study was ajar, and that he had heard every syllable she spoke. It was quite true that Frederick Harriott was not a young man. He had passed the Rubicon of middle age before he had allowed himself to fall iu love and marry—and the flame burned all the deeper and more tender, iu that the wood w as mellowed by age! He had looked upon May Haven as little less than an angel, and now • “I should have known this before,” ha said to himself, with ashen-pale face and trembling limbs. “I should have divined that spring and autumn were unsuited. So—she married me for my money?” “May,” he said that evening, “I have tickets for the opera tonight. Would you like to go?” “No, I don’t think I cai'e about it,” said May, listlessly. “Then we will remain at home and I will read you that new poem,” sug gested the husband. “I am tired of poetry," pettishly retorted May. “I do w ish yon would leave me to enjoy myself in my own way once in a while!” “Do I bore you. May?” Frederick Harriott asked w itk an inexplicable quiver in his voice. “Awfully! I’m just in the midst of this delightful, story, aud I can’t bear to be interrupted.” “V-ary well. The offense shall not he repeated,” said Mr. Harriott, quietly. After that a subtle aud sudden change came over his whole life. He was aa courteous and attentive to his young wife as ever, but May felt that all the heart aud soul were gone out of the little courtesies, the scrupul ously-rendered attentions, For a while she rather liked it. It was a relief to feel that his eVe was not always on her, his thoughts fol lowing her. She could go where she pleased now, and he asked no ques tions. She could employ her lima to suit herself, aud he had neither criti cism nor comment to offer. But grad ually she began to realize that she had lost something which was not easily to be replaced. May Harriott had regarded her hus band’s love as one of the Axed polar facts of her existence, aud a cool chill crept over her heart when she fully perceived that it was somehow slipping away from her. “Frederick,” she said one evening, sitting opposite to her husband, “have I offended you?” He glanced carelessly up from his book. “Offended me, May? Why, what a ridiculous idea! Of course you haven’t offended me.” “I—I thought your manner some what different of late,” faltered the young wife, bending her head closer over her embroidery. “One can’t keep on the honeymoon gloss forever,” said the banker, indif ferently. Life is fall of antitheses; and love is the strangest complexity in life. For, as May Harriott grew strength ened iu the idea that her husband was ceasing to adore her after the old idolatrous fashion, she began to fall in love with the one she had married for money. Frederick Harriott was not young, but he was in the prime of middle age. He was not boyishly handsome like the wax heads May had seen in the barbers’ shop windows,but he had the port aud mien of a prince. All women are prone to hero worship, and our lit tle May was no exception to the ordinary rule. For the Arst time in her life she was falling in lo 1 e —and with her own husband. A few weeKs only elapsed when a crisis in the banking business rendered it imperatively necessary that Mr. Harriott should go to Vienna for two or three months. Poor May looked aghast as her husband mentioned his intentions to her in the same cool, matter-of-fact way in which he might have criticised the weather. “Going to Vienna!” she gasped. “Oh, Frederick!” “My dear child it is a mere baga telle of a journey! One doesn’t mind travel nowadays, I shall not be later than November in returning.” “But—I mfliy go with you!” “Yon? My dear, don’t think of it. My travel will necessarily be too rapid to think of encumbering myself with a companion. I must go and come with the greatest speed!” May said nothing more, but there was a blur before her eyes, a sicken ing sensation of despair at her heart. He cared no more for the society which had been dear to him once. Oh, what WHERE Much Ado Krr, Bookkee; such an exi ropolitan bi pected to si the close ol ter if the t millions of fail to bal bank is pui error, and until it ii amounts to| erally a qui the mistake the hunt is night. Such a se waa being in a New Y r ( hank vicinity of cents were not a trace discovered, the whole fi conducted located in the street, ng. At aim once been poured out so fondly 1 oh her life? It was a rainy June twilight when the banker, wrapped in a deadnaught coat, aud with his traveling-cap pulled down over his eyes,paced np and down the deck of the steamer Galatea,heed- less of all the tumult of weighing anchors. Th rough the misty dusk he tried vainly to catch the ghostly out lines of the city spires—the city that held his young wife. “.She will he happy enough without me,” he told himself, bitterly. “She has her mother aud sister with her. She bade me adieu without a tear,and it may be that my continued absence will teach her to think less coldly of me. Dear little May—sweet spring blossom—my prayers may reach you, if my love cannot!” And, as the steamer plowed her way onward and the darkness deepened, Frederick Harriott went below. To his inAnite surprise, the state room he had engaged for his own be half and use was not emp‘y. A lady sat there, with vei ed fa e and droop ing hea l. Frederick Harriott paused iu surprise—the figure rose up, and, throwing aside its veil, revealed the blue, starry eyes and pule eheeks of Mav herself! “Oh, Frederick, pardon mo!” she sobbed, throwing herself into his anna; “hnr I eottid nut let you go alone! I love you, Frederick. I can not live without you! When I thought of you being alone, perhaps ill, iu a strange laud, I thought I should lose my senses. Dear husband, tell me that you are not angry with me?” And she burst into a fiood of tears. “My own May—my wife—my love! Close,close to my heart for evermore!” And that was all he said. May Haven had married for money; May Harriott had learned the secret of love. Rabbit Scalps fnatl.r. The authorities of ftumuer county, Kan., have drained the treasury in paying a bounty on rabbit scalps, and will appeal to the state authorities to take up the work of exterminating this pest by offering a bounty for jack rabbit scalps. On Nov. 1 a bounty of three cents was put upon rabbits, and it was to hold good until March 1, but in Janu ary it was called off. The scalps came in by hundreds and thousands, and toward the last the treasurer was pav ing out on rabbit account between $400 and $500 a day. The farmers of Sumner county turned in an aggregate of 158,514 a cost to the county of Forty-Avo six o’clock errant sum had been nner was sent in for from an adjoining res taurant, an< er half an hour’s rest the search i igaiu taken up. Mid still no clew, so sand wiches andlbe were served. “Hello!” a clerk. “The Blank National pe are working tonight too. Guesi jy’re iu the same box.” Sure enoi . the windows of the hank across ; street were brilliantly lighted. T ncident was soon for gotten whei e wearying hunt after that elusive ty-Ave cents was re sumed. SI ly after one o’clock in the morniuj .» they were about to give up for > night, a loud rapping w as heard a lie front door of the hank. “Hello! illo! What’s the mat ter?” called e cashier through the key-hole. “Matter, u chumps. Why,we’ve got your bli ed old forty-Ave cents! Come along ame to bed!” Outside s od the crowd of clerk* from the ne iboring bank. It ap peared that i making a cosh tran saction, on< f the banks had paid the other forty- e cents too much. As a result half i luudred men had worked for nine ho s, and the search was only ended en because a bright clerk, noticing th light in the bank oppo site, shrex ly guessed the cause, hunted up te cash slip, and discov ered the firor.—Harper’s Round Table. The Doll I Love the Best. I have so many, many dolls. And they are richly dressed; But dearer than all others is The rag doll I love best. And why do I love this one best, And pass the others by? Because she Is my first true love— This is the reason why. And just because she's ugly, too, And people laugh and sneer, I love her all the more for this; That's why she is so dear. Success. The “Queer title of written b author sa tain strea the Color desofale -and Colorado Canon. meriran Rivers” is the article in St. Nicholas, F. R. Spearman. The of the great inter-moun- is, like the Yellowstone and [o. ,v.. ear; vast expanses co passed, by (endless mountain ranges that chill tile bright skies with never- melting smews. The countless peaks look down <i>n the clouds, while far be low the clouds wind valleys that the sunlight never reaches. Twisting in gloomy dusk through these valleys, a gaping canon yawns. Peering fear fully into ita black, forbidding depths, an echo reaches the ear. It is the fnry of a mighty river, so far below that only a sullen roar rises to the light of day. With frightful velocity it rushes through a channel cut dur ing centuries of patience deep into the stubborn rock. Now mad with whirl pools,now silently awful with stretches of green water, that wait to lure the boatman to death, the mighty river rushes darkly through the Grand Colorado canon. No sport, no fun, no frolic there. Here are only awe-inspiring gloom and grandenr and dangers so hideous that only a handful of men have ever braved them—fewer still survived. Voiitliful engine Builder*. In the Woburn (Muss.) high school, says a writer in Success, are two boys, Afteen and seventeen years of age,who are probably the youngest locomotive builders in the world. These lads, Edwin H. aud Ernest C. Warren,have, with the assistance of their father, Mr Herbert H. Warren, constructed aud put into operation on a 1‘20-foot track, a small locomotive which works per fectly. It is c. h c?’tiue engine with headlight and cab. One day, not V>ng ago, the engi neers and firemen on the Boston & Maine road were amazed to see a sauey duplicate iu miniature of the big moguls of the regular rail. The little engine tooted salute after salute as the local ami express trains rolled past the Warren home, and engineers and firemen waved responses from the cab windows. The engine was a suc cess, and from the morning it was first run out of the little 8x12 house built to shelter itthere has never been a time that it has refused to answer to the requests of the throttle and the reverse lever. After a time the two boys decided to stop running their locomotive for pure fun. They arranged a tariff of one cent for four rides between the engine-house and the oak tree at the end of the route. Procuring a lot of blank cards, they had the word “Novel” and four crosses printed on them. These were issued »a the big i oitUH issue tickets, and sold for one cent each. Whenever the “Novel” carries passengers, one of the Warren boys ceases to be a fireman and becomes conductor. scalps at $4755.42. In spite the n the numba gnat decrease. of the war waged against of rabbits shows no Then They Smiled. A little boy from California who has been about a great deal was spend ing the holidays with his Washingtoa cousins. He has enjoyed the sights of the capital, but he hasn’t permitted himself to be in the slightest degree overawed by anything he has seen. His cousins took him—“carried” him, they said of it themselves—to the national museum one day, and called his attention to the great log of petri fied wood lying just outside the door. The little Californian had been a little depressed, but he brightened np at the sight. “I’ve seen a whole tree like that,” be said. The Washington cousins maintained their composure. “We’ve got a whole forest of trees like that out west,” went on the young westerner. Still the Washingtonians were not at all impressed. The Cali fornia boy drew a long breath. “We’ve got a whole woods of putre fied trees," he said. “Yes, and they’s putrefied birds sitting on ’em, and— and” with one last effort to disturb the calm self-satisfaction of his com panions, “they’re singing putrefied songs, too.”—Washington Post. The Light of the Hou»e. Mr. Romanz—I tell you what, a baby brightens up the house, and that’s a fact. Mr. Practikel—Yes; we’ve had to keep the gas burning all night ever since oars was born.— Philadelphia Record. A Clever rig. When Jack entered the sitting room the other day and found Mary on the floor with her favorite toys arranged in orderly array before her, he be thought himself of a story he had read. Said he: “Molly, that fat pig reminds me of a very clever one that got the best of a big dog on shipboard.” “Tell me about it,” said Mary. “Yes I will. I read it only yester day. The pig and dog were once passengers on the fame ship, and be came quite good friends. They used to eat their cold victuals off the same tin platter. They never quarreled or fought, and the only thing that made any trouble between them was the dog’s kennel. Mr. Piggy did not understand why the dog should have a warm, sheltered honse to creep into out of the cold and wet, while he should have to slip about on the deck in the cold. “The kennel was not large enough to hold both, and piggy seemed to think that if he could get first posses sion of it at night, it should belong to him. If the dog found piggy in it he would growl aud show his teeth, but piggy would not come ont. “One wet afternoon the dog con cluded to retire early, so he went to his kennel and curled himself down for a snooze. Piggy had the same mind; but, when he got to the kennel he found it already occupied. He gave a grunt of dissatisfaction. A bright idea came into his mind. He would play a trick on doggy. Trudging off to the place where their dinner plate was lying, he pushed it to a part of the deck where the dog could see it. Turning his back to the kennel, piggy began to rattle the empty plate, and munch as though he had a good meal Before him. That was too much for doggy! Piggy having a feast and he not there to enjoy it? Never! Ont he ran to the plate, and he had no sooner put his nose in it than piggy wi'A off like a shot and safe inside the kennel. Wasn’t that ente of him?” “Y’es, indeed. Did doggy get him ont?” “No, indeed; he could not make piggy budge. That night he had to sleep on the soft side of a board, while piggy had his honse all to himself.” i Youth’s Temperance Banner. Yon see I went to Bird park to see some birds. Yon say you have never been there? Well, their bodies are yards aud yards long, and their wings, when spread out, cover a great space. They seemed like great giants to me, and oh, tbe styles and fashions I saw in Bird £ark! Yon never wonld believe it, but nearly every one of these birds wears a head-dress made of ladies’ tresses. Just think of it! You never wonld have thought that birds could improve their good looks by wearing long curls, braids and pnffs, but there they were. After a little time I grew quite accustomed to the style. One pros perous bird owned a large store and sold those chignons for birds. He had been very successful in his busi ness, so I walked iu and said: “Where do you get all these rare aud beautiful curls and pnffs?” “Oh,” said he, “wo go down to the earth and shoot the ladies, girls aud boys.” “Terrible, terrible!” I exclaimed, interrupting him. He hastened to explain, saying: “You see it is all done so quickly they do not mind it. Don’t you like the style?” I could not reply. I was loo amazed, besides. Mrs. Blue Jay walked in just then, and Proprietor Bird gave his attention to her pur chases. I want to look at some long, light flaxen curls,” said she, looking very handsome iu her blue suit. “These are just the thing!” she exclaimed, taking the curls to a glass aud ar ranging them on her head. “Don’t you think these are very becoming?” she asked gayly. “Just the thing, madam,” replied Proprietor Bird, so Mrs. Blue Jay purchased 1 er curls and departed. Very soon Mrs. Black Crow came in, selected the latest style in white pull's and left, delighted with her new headi dress. Then a salesman showed me some boxes full of rave and beautiful head-dresses of red. They were very bright, with gliuts of gold here aud there. “The doves, gray owls and black birds prefer this color,” he explained. These are very expensive. “One of the newest styles is this of short, black curls,” he said. “Yellow birds like these.” “Where do you obtain these?” “From little darky boys aud girls,” was bis reply. I gasped a iffelt mmtf-^TP if wfrfr 1 * “The most common are these shades of brown,” he said. “These are cheap because they are easily ob tained.” “Do yon think this is a fashion that will last?” I inquired anxiously. “Well,” he answered. “You see there are plenty of men, women, boys and girls who are left, even if we do kill them by the thousands every year.” “But the suffering!” I exclaimed, “when happy families are broken, do not the people suffer who are left?” “Oh well,” he replied,hidifierently, “perhaps they may feel it at first, l«.t they soon forget all about it.” I shivered at the thought and felt myself growing colder. The salesman laughed aud said: “Some of the people we capture and put them iu cages. Their voices are quite sweet. We place little sticks in these cages for the people to stand upon; some times we give them a lit,le swing with which to amuse them; we feed them well, and they seem quite happy.” “Can nothing be done to prevent all this cruelty?” I exclaimed. “A few missionary birds have been about among ns asking that the style be abolished; some of the birds have signed it; I do not know what the re sult will be. The birds like these head-dresses,and I think we,shall sell many more yet.” I had never heard of anything so wicked. I was about to leave when just at that moment I was startled by a chorus of the finest, sweetest voices I had ever heard. The air was full of gladness and sweetness. “Cheer up! Cheer up! Cheer np! Sweet! Sweet! Sweet!” came the sounds nearer and nearer. With a sndden start I awoke,and just outside my window, swaying and swinging on the old apple tree, were six bright robins, singing joyously their cheeriest, merriest morning carol to me. Every little robin’s heart was fnll of glad happiness, and every little bird had on the pretty head-dress that God had given him.—Success. The Eiffel tower is eight inches shorter iu winter thau'm summer. My VUitto Bird Bark. Snch a shock as I had the other night! It all came about in this way. A Big Family. Mrs. Sallie Hinton of Turkey Foot precinct, this county, is probably the head of the largest family in the world. She is the mother of twelve children, all alive and married. She is the grandmother of fifty-seven grand children, and the great-grandmother of twenty-two great-grandchildren, all of whom live withip a few miles of her. She is seventy-one years old and an active lady, does all her milking, cooking and other housework, and en joys the very bestef health. —George town (Ky.) News. ■ x Vi