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r Where are the swallows fled? Frozen and dead. Perchance upon some bleak and stormy shore. O doubting heart! Far over purple seas. They wait in sunny ease The balmy southern breeze To bring them to the northern home once more. Why must the flowers die? Prisoned they lie In the cold tomb, heedless ot tears or rain. A doubting heart! They only sleep below The soft white ermine snow. While Winter winds shall blow. To breathe and smile upon you soon again. The sun has hid its rays These many days; Will dreary hours never leave the earth? O doubting heart! The stormy clouds on high Veil the same sunny sky That soon (for Spring is nigh) Shall wake the Summer into golden mirth. Fair hope is deadj and light Is quenched in night. What sound can break the silence of des pair? O doubting heart! Thy sky is overcast. Yet stars shall rise at last, Brighter for darkness past. And angels’ silver voices stir the air. —From Adelaide Anne Proctor's “Legends and Lyrics.” r i A Cape Cod Sketch. How nilyoue ever came to take up his abode at Hoepatchie I am sure I don’t know. Peter Miles, on being asked for bis opinion in the premises, replied: “Waal, I donuo. It’s desput handy for clams, to say nothin’ about the farmer’s preolivities of the sile.” But Peter Miles’ pretty daughter, Beulah, declared she believed the original settler had come there to hate himself to death in peace, but, failing in that, had left the spot to his de scendants, who had grown poorer and poorer, till now they could not get money to carry them a mile further to the poorhouse. Possibly, Beulah exaggerated. Hoe patchie was romantically situated upon Cape Cod, a crooked projection which may be said to form the nose upon the face of New England, re markable only for the vast quantities of sand and fishermen to be found thereupon. Hoepatchie had the appearance that somebody, in a fit of insanity, bad wheeled a truck load of brown earth from some more favored portion of Massachusetts and distributed it as evenly as possible over the surface of « dozen acres of sknd. A local poet, struck suddenly by the muse, undertook a description of the place, and his endeavor amonnted to the following doleful doggerel: “The sile in Itoepatchte is poor and thin; When the rain comes down it rattles like tin, An’ I 've offen been told by the dwellers therein That the crop was worth less than the seed they put in.” Some writers, happy at description, will fascinate one with the spot they choose to locate their story upon; but I fear my genius is not sufficient for the task, and I shall give up trying here and now. Peter Miles’ home was an ancient, unpainted structure, so low that the winds from the ocean storms passed over it almost without touching the shingles, and a tiny barn which shel tered three scrubby cows and a mulish- looking yellow horse. Inside the house a bright fire blazed in the stone chimney, and the light flickered out over the sanded floor and the white home-spun curtains and lighted up the tall old clock in the corner, which said: “Twilight—twi light—twilight,” as plainly as the words could do. Over the fire and ont to the round table in the centre of the room Beulah Miles flitted like a bird, with her blue dress and white apron fluttering about her. Her eyes were blue, and her hair was black, and her cheeks looked bright and smooth as the last red cloud oiit over the water. She was singing a queer old tune: “I never loved you In my life, I never loved your baby— I was compelled against my will To become your wedded lady.” The door opened, and there entered a man, so tall that another inch upon his slight brown head would have ob liged him to stoop in crossing the room. He placed his hat in the win dow ledge and came over to the dearth. “You seem to be very happy to night, Beulah,” he said, by way of greeting. “Well, I don’t know,” Benlah an swered evasively. “How have things gone in school today?” “Nicely, as usual.” Looking at him you would have seen that he would compel life to go nicely with him. No more was said by either, but his deep gray eyes followed her figure till the preparations for supper were com plete. The old man was sorting potatoes, only yon might have mistaken a great many of them for peanuts, as he sat on the milking stool and handled the tnbers over, for it was getting too dark to separate them by sight. Not too dark, however, for Beulah’s bright young eyes to see the great tears which rolled down the old man’s nose and plashed upon the floor. “What is it, father?” Beulah in quired, anxiously. “Nothing much,” he replied, ns he wiped away the glistening drops with the back of his rough hand. “Tell me, father,” pleaded little Beulah with her arms about his neck. “Nothin’ new, Beulah. You know the mortgage is about out, an’ they ain’t nothin’ to pay it with, and moth er’s so bad that I am afeared ’twould kill her to move in this cold weather. 1 der, where it laid very eomf deed, as he went on: a merchant, firm of Farnh and, my school being nearly out. be offers me a partnership m the busi ness, but I want to form one here first. Will von come into the firm, Beulah?” “I wish I could, "said Beulah, sadly; “bu: I must helpfather about the morigage some wav’” Si “The mortgage shall be paid, darl ing, and yonr mot her shall have the best medical advii t that policy will obtain. Now what do you say ? “God bless yon,’ Beulah answered, with her eyes shini if in happy tears. And not a happie couple was to be found in the Old BwState that night I was thiukin’ perhaps I could sell taters enough to pay rent till spring if you think you won’t •” “Won’t what, father?” “Marry John Mellen.” Beulah shook her head. “Yon know I cannot do that,” she said,tim idly. “I have told you so every time you have spoken of it. I have told him so, too.” “I can’t see why,” said old Peter; “he’s worth the most of any man in Hoepatchie an’ will give me the deed, fair and square, of ^this place the day you’ll marry him.” “But, father, he is my cousin and 40 years old,” objected Beulah. “What of that? Ain’t Hoepatchie all cousins? So I don’t see who yon can Jake that’s better, -an’ as for his age, that’s nothin’; jest the prime of life, you may say.” “I shall not marry my cousin any way,” said Beulah, resolutely. “Then you can’t marry nobody, that’s sure,” returned the old man, positively, “ ’ithout it’s the school master,” he added a moment atfer. The red blood rushed up to Beu lah’s temples, but she did not speak. “You don’t mean to marry Dwight Farnham, do you, Beulah?” her father asked, looking up her through the shadows. “Why, father, what a question!” Beulah cried. “Mr. Farnham never said a word to me on the subject; what made you think of such a thing?” “Waal, I dnnno; seems to me he’s kinder bangin’ round. Learnin’s a good thing, Beulah,but it won’t make the pot bile, an’ if he had money he never’d spend time keepin’ school in Hoepatchie.” “Why, you know he came down for the benefit of the salt breezes, because he had been studying too hard. But that has nothing to do with it, ’ rich or poor; he never said a word to me of any such thing,” said Beulah. “I ain’t mean,” and the tears com menced again to run down his nose; “I ain’t mean, an’ I don’t want to lose you, Beulah, but what can I do about the place?” asked Peter. “I don’t know,father,” said Beulah, throwing her arms around his neck; “don’t fret about it. but come in and eat your supper while it’s hot. I’ve been thinking I might go to Lowell or Manchester and work in the factory; you know Nancy Eames earns ever so much there.” ‘ ‘ What do you think about it father ?” asked Beulah, as they sat before the tire after supper. “About what?” “Me going to the factory to work.” “Oh!” said the old man,shaking his head slowly, “that won’t amount to nothin ; times are hard and pretty soon there won’t be nothin’ to do in factories.” Dwight Farnham smiled behind his semi-weekly paper (the only one which came to Hoepatchie), bnt he did not speak, and presently old Peter aro e with a long sigh and went to bed. Beulah began to fold up her knit ting. “Don’t hurry away, please,” said the teacher, drawing his chair nearer; “I wan’t to talk with yon a little, Beu lah.” Beulah commenced to work again. “I happened to hear what was said in the barn before supper,” he went on, with his eyes on her face; “and don’t you really think you ought to marry yonr cousin for your father’s sake?” “Oh, deiw:” said Beulah, laving her head upon the table to hide* her tears. “I shouldn’t think you’d say that to me;” and then she stopped,bit her tongue and began again: “No, Dwight Farnham, I wouldn’t sell my self to old John Mellen for all Massa chusetts. I will go to the factory and work willingly, but not that other.” “How would you like to keep house for a gentleman instead?” the teacher asked next. “Who?” “Me.” She gave a little start at that. “Yon are not married, are you?” she asked with a tiny tremble in her voice. “No, but I intend to be soon,unless disappointed.” “I—I don’t think I should like to,” she answered, hesitatingly. Then to show him that she did not care, she asked: “Is it a Boston lady?” “No, indeed; she lives here in Hoe patchie. I love her very dearly, and her name is Benlah Miles.”. He lifted the crimson face from the table and transferred it to his shoul- than sat over the sG Miles’ cottage. HOMING INSTIt A SpecialiM Conclude Sens**, That o Captain Renaud, ist in charge of th (hearth in Peter OF BIRDS. - a 'h«\v Have a Sixth e illation. French special- ! ailita.y pigeon service, is a firm b iver in a sixth ther birds and { fce homing in- , 1 the sense of j t»s defended his ipaper recently Academic des sense in pigeons an animals possessed u stiuct, which he c “orientation.” He theory at length in read before the Fee Sciences, claiming Over the edge of the purple down, Where the single lamplight gleams. Know ye the road to the Merciful Town That is laid by the Sea of Dream.- — Where the poor raay lay their wrongs away And the sick may forget to weep? But we—pity us ! ah ! pity us! We wakeful; oh, pity us ! W« must go back with Policeman Day— Back from the City of Sleep 1 Weary they turn from the scroll and crown Fetter «md prayer and plow— They that go up to the Merciful Town, For her gates are closing now. It is their right in the baths of Night Body and soul to sleep; We—pity us; ah ! pity us! We wakeful; oh! pity us! W'e must go back with Policeman Day— Back from the City of Bleep ! Over the edge of the purple down F.re the tender dreams begin; Look—we may look—at the Merciful Town TTut we may not enter in. Outcasts all, from her guarded wall, Back to our watch we creep; We—pity us; ah! pity us! We wakeful; oh ! pity us! W’e that go back with Policeman Day- Back from the City of Sleep! —Kudyard Kipling. HUMOROUS. 0 have amply proved it by special ial 9 of various kinds. He says if iug together accou “homing,” a sixth for long distance i He says this organ semi-circular canal Coyon and Dr. B that any lesion whii the orienting faeulj whether man or an fly at 400 miles fro back track it has co| Having reached in known to it, the bir dinary senses, or el pend on its sixth se: The sixth sense oi others are inactive, junction with the bird along the mor way it has been senses, especially s strike a short cut observations Capta this law: The insti tation is that facu possess of taking retracing a way al sixth sense is appai of the external imp] feet the other five Here is a new ex to confirm his thi does not need local its way home, it is traveling cote and five sense* aot- Ifr short distance is required known places, ituated in the i the ear. M. r have shown ects it troubles f the patient, A pigeon let cote takes the y the railway, way the region ~ s on its or- ntinnes to de- ets when the not in con- |t guides the less sinuous The other enable it to From his hnaud deduces ! distant orien- rhich animals Iback track or taken. The independent >ns which af- ent that seems If a pigeon ledge to find ble to have a om the birds ■aa-tUfuvit to a wandering lifi transplanted bodily toftrange place, without in any wayjonbling the birds, these would still able to find their way back to it bye sixth sense. Captain Renaud has rtjjed this idea by mounting the co in wagons traveling all over Fran The birds know no other home, a In localities quite strange to them 1 their way back to it. Evidently, focal know ledge is out of the que^i, and they rely on a special sense/ Sometimes a homin lird passes over the cote withontheing it, as though it were hypnotll, and con tinues till it reaches tb .tion of the cote the evening beforei Ine bird re traced the traveling cofroui Bau- pame to Houdain, and l S followed the railway by which j had come there to Evreux, where ^as caught. Captain Renaud^oucluyhat exist ing theories, which ascidhomiug to local knowledge or local Ignetic cur rents, do not account foi t facts, es pecially the return to traveling home. Bnt, say the adv ;es of that theory, he di.e* not see to under stand t le magnetic ttyeor ! the fac ulty. The magnetic jen its of the earth are not ooal, Iwt n ersal, and wherever t e cote is fela the bird can gui le itself by tlhuj is experi- menis, they say, so Mr i n coutro- verling the mugnetiAyiifoesis. tend rather to confirm if ai had there been an electrician Jfl) .“seance” of the academic when fret his paper, this would have becgioiled out. flottlne Kvei Revenge is sweel “Papa,” said the] do you love best in| Of course she what he would repl she thought she ki ly he decided to te^ “Daisy,” he repl Daisy was her si She thought it al climbed up in his 1 “Papa,’’she said ask me if I love yo “Very well,” he love mamma or me| Revenge is swei tender hearted bit not like to be too “You won’t feel I tell yon, will yon He promised tha| “Well,” she saiif love mamma best. Yes; revenge Post. The longest cam Russia. It extendi burg to the froul measures nearly 43 fiiiHim. |t! girl, “wha \orld?” igit she knew it be knew that It. Cousequent- itr. er.nnd then sh« [wishyou would mamma best?” (rued, “Do yon nt. even so, a [humanity does Ivery badly i| [he whispered, wouldn't; ben I guess I meet.—Chicago the world is in i;a St. Peters- of China, and biles. He—Will you give me a kiss’ She— No; but I will lend you one for just a second. He—You must take me for a blamed idiot. She—I never blamed you for anything, did I? He (apologetically)—I suppose you thiuk I’m a regular bear. She (bra e- ly)—No, I don’t. Bears are said to hug—at least sometimes. “Is papa strong as Samson,aunty?” “Why, no, Willie; of course not.” “Well, mamma said he had you on his hands for two months.” “I fear,” said the manager, as the living skeleton sat on him and inter mittently hammered him, “I fear my curiosity has got the best of me.” “My pop don’t ride no wheel," said the bad small hoy, rubbing the seat of his little bloomers after the interview; “but he’s a scorcher all the same.” “Now, would you call Dauber an impressionist?” “No,” replied the other. “From my knowledge of his work I should call him a depression- ist.” Laura—I wonder why it is that so few of these pictures in the nude show any character iu their faces? Aunt Maria Ann—They ain’t got no char acter. Kicker—When I was alone with Miss Smith in the parlor I pro] ose 1. I told her she was the light of mv life. Bocker—And she Kicker—Oh, she went out. Fillen—By the way, your wife has discontinued her pink teas. Follen— WeU, -yes. jr We’ve got a tittle pink tease at the house now that is occupy ing all her time. The One—Oh, how' I wish I had married a man who never drank. You don’t know how I envy yon. The Other—N—no, he doesn’t drink, but he smokes cubeb cigarettes. “Charley is the most bashful fellow I ever saw. He can’t even read a book.’’ “What has hashfulness to do with reading books?” “W T hy, the poor boy can’t get over the introduc tion without blushing till his collar smokes.” Everett Wrest—I understand you an’ Wayworn is boyhood chums. Perry Patetic—Naw. I never met ’im- more’n five years ago. “What did he mean, then, by saying that you was brought up together ?” “Oh! Before the judge.” Grandmother—Oh, Thomas! Thom as! How-can you bear to be all the time fighting? Thomas—Why,’cause I keep in training, of course! If you want me to, I can put you into jest as good physical condition as I am in thirty days. Bronco Pete (thoughthfully) Wonder wot ever become uv Tarantula Jim? Grizzly Dan—W”y, don’t you remember helping to lynch him last July? Bronco Pete—W’y, uv coarse I do!—but I wonder wot ever become uv him finally. Young Poet—You read my little poem, Mr. Sheerce? Editor—Yes. It was quite pathetic. It excited consider able comment in the office. The boy who attends to such matters informs me that it was the first poem he ever burned which was so full of tears as to put the fire out. Where Hearing G'eanea. Lord Rayleigh in a recent lecture said that experiments had shown that a vibration of sonnd having an ampli tude of less than one twelve-millionth of a centimeter could still affect th« sense of hearing. Such a vibration would be so short that it would have to be enlarged one hundred times be fore the most powerful possible mi croscope could render it visible, sup posing that it were susceptible of be ing seen at all. Old people, he said, do not hear high notes which are au dible to yonug persons, and there is reason to believe that babies bear notes which arc inaudible to their elders. Itirth* Abiotic Kiel) nn<l Poor. The birth rate among the very poor of Paris is three limes greater than among the very rich, according to statistics compiled by Beitillon. A* the social scale declines there is m correspeuding increase. Outwitted the Laird. la the absence of a family, say* -I'are Momenta, the private grounds of 9 certain Scottish lord were often used .v the natives of the two neighboring lunges, as thereby a saving of fully a ttlle was effected. Occasionally, too, when his lordship | vas at home, attempts were made t» run the blockade,” for, whenever any trespasser was caught by his lordship be had to obey the comnwiud to "go hack the way he had come." A local hawker, when cautiously wheeling ids barrow along the forbid den path one day. happened to see his lordship before the latter saw him, and turning the barrow round snt flown with Ids back to the dreaded laird, who, com lag up, gave him u Be fore reprimand and then ordered hl:u 10 "wheel about and go back by the road by which he had come.” The wily hawker did as he was bid den. thereby turning his barrow In the direction In which he wished to go, and so effectually outwitting yie unsus pecting laird- Bobby’s View. "I don't want to quarrel, mamma, But it's this way—don’t you see?— I can't agree with sister, , And she won't agree with rae.” A Virtue mill n Vice. ) snllT and a proper regard for the foellnMef other* should both urge you to jret rid of thol altgusilnn skin disease Whether It be a simple acraslon. a . hap or a burn, or whether it Is a chronic case of Eorema. Tetter or Ringworm. .. wU1 POsiUvsly. Infallibly cure H. Cure ntclt V.U stay cured, too. 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