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YOL. Y. NO. 52
The Man.
Is a man a whit tho better
For his riches and his gains?
For his acres and his palace?
If his inmost heart is callous?
Is & man a whit the better ?
And if a man's no whit the better
For his coffers and his mines,
For his purple and fine linen,
Por his vineyards and his wines.
Why do thousands bend the knee,
And criuge in mean servility.
If a man's no whit the better ?
I
Is a man a whit the worse
For a lowly dress of rags ?
Though he owns no lordly rental,
If his heart is kind and gentle,
Jfe a man a whit the worse ?
And if a man's no whit the worse t
For a poor and lowly stand, i
For an empty, even pocket,
And a brawny, working hand.
Why do thousands pass him by,
With a proud and scornful eye,
If a man's no whit the worse?
=^=A
WHISTLING GIRL.
41 * A whistling woman and a crowing
hen never come to any good end,' " said
Ben, prophetically. " That's the fourth
tune you've whistled in the last half
hour, Lute,"
Lute first finished the concluding bars
of "Kathleen Mavourneen," and then
retorted, calmly:
44 Thanks, for keeping count. I will
begin the fifth as soon as I've regained
my breath."
41 You car. whistle better than any boy
in this town," pursued Ben, in a grudg
ing way. "I'd be asnamea to wnistie
better'n a boy, if I was you."
44 I'm not as easily shamed as you, Mr. j
Benjamin. Whatever I do, I like to do
well If I played marbles, I'd try and J
do it better than any body else."
"Well," remarked Ben, with the |
beautiful candor of boyhood, 44 all I can |
say is, I hope you won't come to a bad !
end. Grandpa, don't you think it's
awful for girls to whistle ?" !
44 That depends on the way they
whistle," said grandpa, smilingrin ha
slow, gentle way. 44 If they whistle us
well as Lutie, why, let them whistle. I'd
as soon hear her as a iiute."
44 Lute rhymes to flute, you know,"
observed Ben, as though that accounted
for the fact.
44 I'll tell you how I learned to
whistle," said Lute, softened by these
compliments. 44 You know when I had
that dreadful oold, winter before last?"
44 You ought to be more careful,
child," said grandpa, looking at her
anxiously. 44 You've got a bad oold now i
?enongL to put any body else to bed. ]
AdcI sitting on the "steps bare-headed |
this late in the evening ! Come in, child,
come in."
" Oh, there ain't mnch the matter
with me now," said Late, carelessly,
coming np on the porch and seating herself
by grandpa. " I only feel a little
hoarse morning and evenings. I forgot ;
what I was talking about. Oh, I re- |
member? abont my dresidful cold. Well,
I could hardly speak above a whisper for
a month, and singing was out of the
qut sbqp. ' You know how 1 love to 6ing,
prandfb. r It seemed to me I never
thonJUt of as many beautiful strainh of
music before in my life as I did then.
They used to buzz in my head till I
thought T[ should go crazy. I believe
they wguldkhave tormented me to death
if I hMPHearned to whistle. I used
to go into fche attic every day and practice
till I had mastered the art. You
don't kno# What a relief it was to me,
and is to me yet. I Feel quite independent
of colds;" and Miss Lute stretched
out her feet* and leaning her head
against the "wall, pursed her red lips in
a preparatory way.
" If you knew what somebody thinks
your about whistling, you wouldn't be so
stuck up about it," observed Ben, with
a turned-up nose ejprc3sion. It galled
fhiirit of Master Baiviaruin miarhtilv
to hare a mere woman excel him in that
manlv art. 411 bet you'd stop it in a
jiffy. . .
44 Who is that dreadful somebody ?"
41 Guess."
441 won't guess. I don't ?are to know. *
14 Ton do care. It's Cousin Reuben "
?triumphantly.
44 What did Le say?" demanded Lute,
quickly.
44 Oh, I heard him and Dick Spurr
talking in his room about yon. Dick ;
said he plidn't <>?1^ jjOW much yOU
whistled; whatever you did seemed
* pretty to him. I'd be ashamed to have
any fellow as spooney about me as Dick
Spurr is about you, Lute."
441 don't care if you would. What
did Cousin Reuben say ?"
44 Oh, he said he thought it was unladylike,
ill-bred, and all that sort of
thing. He said lots about it I'll be
bound you never whistle before him
again, Miss Lute*"
44 I'll be bound I do," cried Lute,
flushing hotly. 441 don't care two figs
what he thinks. I'll begin whistling the
minuta I see him, and never stop till he
goes affey. There!"
44 Will you 'whistle at meals too ?" inquired
Ben, charmed at having put his
sister in a rage. 44 How will you manage
about eating?"
441 wish to goodness, grandpa," she
continued, not noticing Ben's remark,
4 4 you'd never taken him to board with
us."
44 Why, child, he had to board somewhere
; a young man like him couldn't
keep house. Of course I couldn't let
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Ill J ucpuc?f O OVU WWWftW "-V.W vrw
I did want him to live here without paying
any board," pursued grandpa, in his
slow, reflective way, 44 but he wouldn't
hear to it"
44 I'd rather have a Hottentot in the
house than a doctor. Somebody's always
knocking him up in the middle of the
night and waking the whole house."
44 Lute Farra, you know that's a fib,"
said Ben, impressively. 44 Cousin Reuben
hasn't been called but twice in the
night since he's been here. What if
you do get waked up ? Can't you go to
sleep again ?"
441 never could bear doctors," said
Lute, snappishly.
44 It's the finest profession on earth,"
retorted Ben. 44Yon don't know what
you do like."
4 41 like merchants."
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"Heavendeliver me>om a colmt(,r
hopper! said Ben piou, ..Before
I d make my Uvmg by sfapfc roum, #
store with a vard-stick in m;Lni T,q
-I'd dance the tight rope."
ed to think he was uttering aiierojc
sentiment, and put on his most vii ,0U8
look. 44 But I bet I know what you ;^e
merchants for." \
Lute's only response was to purse up
her lips and elevate her chin.
14 It's because Dick Spurr's in a store. 1
What you can see to like in that little
whipper-snapper is a mystery to me.
His beard ain't one-tenth as long as
Cousin Reuben's." Ben valued men
according to the abundance of their
beards.
44Yonder comes Reuben now," said
grandpa, looking up from his paper.
44 And your everlasting Dick Spurr
mill Kim Tf T ?dc iKnl fiillnip T rl tnlro
miu lULLI* JLJL X niwp vxxivw ivuvn| A v? ?/%?.va'w
up ray board here at once. It would be
more decent than spending half his time
hero free gratis for nothing."
The two gentlemen came up to the
steps as the candid Benjamin finished
his remark. Cousin Reuben was tall
and reserved-looking. Air. Spurr was
small and talkative. Both were moderately
good-looking.
" Good-evening, Miss Lutie ; goodevening,
Mr. Farra," cried Air. Spurr,
in his sprightliest manner. "How are
you, Ben ? How is vour cold Miss
Lutie?"
" Oh, my cold don't amount to anything,"
said Miss Lutie, smiling in his
j face, and making room for him on the
| seat beside her. "You all make a
mountain out of a mole-hill. You are
determined to have me an invalid."
" It's because we love you so much,"
said Mr. Spurr, in a tender under-tone,
and pulling his mustache with a senti
mental air. Mr. Spurr was much given
| to tugging at his mustache, which was
i weak and whitish-looking. Ben said he
pulled it to make it grow fast; but so
far his efforts had not been crowned
with success. ,
Lute's only reply was another dangerous
smile.
t such an old book-worm as be is, Miss
j Lntie. He looks as if be grudges
| stopping study to talk to me wben I drop
in to see him." The doctor drew his
| long beard up over his lips to hide the
| smile on them. 4' I'll be bound, now,
1 he doesn't waste much of his precious
i conversation on you all here."
"We rarely see him except at meals,"
replied Lute, indifferently. 441 feel
like taking a walk. Would you like to
go, Mr. Spurr ?"
"I should be delighted," responded
that gentleman, gallantly, twirling his
mustache. 44 You had better put something
around yon. Miss Lutie."
44 Bring me my shawl out of the hall,
; then," said Miss Lutie, rising and shakI
incr out her draperies. 44 Grandpa, you
had better go in now; it is getting cool
ont here."
"Child, you oughtn't to go out this
j late in the evening," said gTandpa,
; anxiously. " Reuben, it is too oool for
her to go out, is it not ?"
"Cousin Lute thinks she knows what
is best for her," said the doctor, dis*
tantly.
"I'm going to wrap up well, grandpa,"
said Lute, taking the shawl?a
fleecy white thing?from Mr. Spurr's
hand, and arranging it around her becomingly.
"Please let me go;" and
she kissed and hung around him in a
way that came near making Richard
Spurr crazy.
" Well, go along, then," 6aid grandpa,
looking at her fondly. " I don't see
why she lets that young Spurr go with
her so muoh," he continued, as they
walked off arm in arm. " I hope she
won't fall in love with him."
" I don't see how she could," respond!
ed Reuben, watching them rather grimi
ly. "She has too much sense to fall in
| love with such a rattlebrain as he."
" My dear boy," said grandpa, slowly,
1 4 did Vou ever hear of a woman using
Cousin Reuben, who had seated himself
off at some distance, now locked up
and Raid gravley: "Yon have a very
j bad cold. You are quite hoarse this
evening. You must let me mix you some
; medicine before you go to bed."
" Thanks, no," returned Lnte, coolly.
I " I prefer a bad cold?to something
worse."
" You needn't fear my giving you dis|
agreeable medicine," he said, smiling.
"I wasn't alluding to any bad taste
in your medicine; I was thinking of the
effects of it; it might make me worse off
i than I am now," she said, looking studiously
away from him, and whistling a
little under her breath.
He looked at her in surprise as he
caught the sting of her remark, and his
dark face reddened, but he answered,
quietly, "You will do as yon please; I
press my services on no one." ,
Grandpa. had fallen info one of his
reveries, and hat! < heard nothing that
passed. Mr. Spurr was too well bred to
show any surprise at this little passage
of arms: but Ben wasn't. He stored a?
a _ a - # ?L.'l. _ 1 11_ ?
1118 Bisier ior a wmie m a murKeuiy hhtonished
and indignant manner, and
then said, in good strong Euglish,
" Lute, you're a brute, and deserve a
good whipping." With that, young
Master Farra went his way in disgust.
"Ahem ! it's a very delightful evening,
" observed Mr. bpurr, anxious to
change the subject, and saying the first
thing that popped into his*head. "Do
you like the spring, Miss Lutie ?"
" I do," responded Miss Lutie, taking
her eyes from the tree at which she had
been looking and dropping them on him.
"Likewise summer, autumn and winter
?I like 'em all."
"Most ladies like spring," said Mr. j
Spurr, gallantly. "'Tis the season of
flowers, and budding leaves and?
and?"
" Fresh onions and green peas," said
Lute, laughing. " It's a good time for
fishing, too. Do you ever go fishing,
Mr. Spurr ? I'm devoted to it."
" N?no; I'm not especially attached
to it. I believe Benben there is. Aren't
you, doctor ?"
" Yes, I like to fish when I have the
tim6 for it, which I never do," replied
the doctor, coming out of a brown-study.
"Not that I have such an immense
practice," he continued, hastily, seeing
a slight curl on Lute's lips; " but what
leisure I have, I think I ought to devote
to study."
"I wonder you are not studying
nnw " said Mr. Smirr. " I never saw
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BEATJFOBT, S. C.,
her sense when she was in love ? The t
smarter they are, the greater fools it
makes them. The loveliest woman I
ever knew made herself an idiot over an t
ugly little high-tempered wretch?and ?
married him, too. Never l>e surprised r
at anvthing a woman may do when she s
iain love." b
Hie doctor lighted a cigar and puffed ^
awav jn thoughtful silence. He finished ?
he cigar, and grandpa went in to bed, f
^ to sleep, and to snore ; but the
Pronen?ers did not return He tossed
ttie Pezin& stump away, with^piutter- a
?d sotiethii^ that was not eii&Alv a h
ben edition, and marched off to
with a ,*ery resolved air and a much
rougheneuforh^
Thenexijft rhoon wa8 M tempting 0
that Lute fou.d ^ impossible to sit in T
the house and -ork. It seemed a sin to ?
stay- in-doors wh\e there was such sun- d
shine and such frv,h green outside. So 8
she put on her s*n-boQnet, and with c
** Endymion " in onUjand ^ her fishing
tackle in the othe g^t 0ut for the 0
pond to spend the fternoon in a ^
way after her own he^ " Farra's 0
Pond,' os it was called, w?j the admira- c
tion and envy of the wholt county. It i
was in a deep hollow, shade* by beautiful
trees, and was so large tha.8kangerg 8
often mistook it for a lake, muc? to old
Mr. Farra's delight It had be^ <jng I
by the present owner's father whb, the
adjoining oity was but a humble viiage< 1
It was a favorite resort of Lute's, PMlv
on account of the fine fish in which^t (
abounded, and partly because of its owi 1
lovely quietness. \ J
She went to the skiff, put her bait in,
and then got in herself, unloosed it, and
paddled out beyond the shadows of the
trees into the worm sunshine. She took
in her paddle and laid it across her lap,
baited her hook, and dropped it gently
in the water, elevated her feet on the
seat in front of her, aud began to enjoy
herself greatly.
After a while she began to read, at
first with her attention divided between
her bobbing cork and her book, but the
book soon got the best of it The venturesome
fish nibbled away at her bait
without her noticing it; but finally a big
fellow got the hook in his unfortunate
mouth, and gave the line such a jerk as
to bring her back from the classic shades
r\t VAiint T.ofmruj Tf. did nnthrinff lipr
V/A iUVUUV JUUVUIV!^ AW ?
back without a start, though, and that
start sent the paddle in her lap spinning'
in the water, and came very near sending
her book after it, but it fortunately
fell in the bottom of the boat instead.
Lute was too keen a fisherwoman to waste
a thought on such trifling things as
paddles and books at such a moment as
this. Her whole heart was on the end
of her line. After a dozen abortive efforts,
in wliich she came near capsizing
her little skiff, she brought the fish out
of the water, paDting and wriggling,
and regaided him in triumph.
"What a beauty!" she 6aid, disengaging
her hook from his month. " He's
the biggest one I ever caught here. He
must weigh at least Ave pounds." Lute's
ideas of weight were defective. " Won't
Ben be iealous ? There, old fellow, lie
there. Now I must get that plagued
paddle."
But that plagued paddle was far beyond
her reach now, and was floating
tranquilly off to Rhore. "It's a good
thing there's another iu the bottom of
the boat, of I should lie in a bad fix,"
soliloquized Lute, as she threw out her
line again. 44 I'm glad my book didn't
fall in the water. I don't think I'll read
any more now; I feel in a fishing humor;"
and the lately caressed book was
allowed to lie neglected in the bottom of
the boat?a touching example of the
fickleness of human favor.
She fished on till nearlv dark : even
then the fish were biting so well that
she could hardly prevail on herself to
stop. But the air was growing chilly,
and she knew she ought to be in the
house. 8he resolutely drew in her line
i and wrapped it around the pole, lowered
! her feet, reached down in the boat for
j the remaining paddle?
j The paddle wasn't there !
i She felt nervously in every impossible
; place for the missing paddle, but it was
t nowhere to be found. Well, she was in
; a fix ! Out in the middle of the pond,
with no possible means of getting to
shore! Night was coming on rapidly,
and she was already shivering with cold.
Nobodv at the house knew where she
! was ; tney would think she was in town
| visiting some one.
But the house wasn't very far oft'?
! maybe they could hear her if she called
I out very loud. She rose to her feet,and
| opened her mouth to give a prodigious
yell; but she couldn't speak above a
whisper. The chill night air had brought
her cold to this climax.
Lute sat down, overwhelmed. There
i was nothing 6he could do?absolutely
' nothing. She would have to stay out
there all night, and she knew?there was
no use mincing matters?it would be the
death of her. She looked tragically into
: the growing darkness, and thought, even
' if they came there to look for her, they
! couldn't see her from the shore, and she
wouldn't be able to utter a sound to let
! them know she was there. She forgot
there was such a thing as a moon at night
But stop ! she oould utter a sound?
thank Heaven, she could whistle. Her
j face brightened as she thought of this
! despised accomplishment of hers. With
rising spirits, she drew her overskirt.!
i over shoulders to keep herself warmer, j
and began to whistle Schubert's " Sere- j
nado " in her finest style. The birds j
started in their nests as the strange j
! sweet notes floated toward them, then ;
dropped their drowsy little heads and !
slept more soundly than ever. Music is 1
a good thing, but sleep is n better?at j
night.
Whistling is proverbially good for
, keeping up one's oourage. Lute found
! her courage mightily refreshed by it
She sat there for nearly an hour, whistling
every thing she knew ; she even
| began to enjoy herself, after a fashion.
! The moon soon rose, and filled every
place with subdued shadow or soft
; light. There was a sweet stillness on
| every thing. She stopped whistling a i
i moment to enjoy it more fully. Every
now and then the lazy breeze brought
| her a faint mingled odor of apple and
; lilac blossoms. How lovely, lovely it
was! She felt as if she was' enchanted,
sitting there alone at night in her little
i boat. " I'm the lady in the Dismal j
Swamp," she thought, smiling, " only I
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THUBSDAY, NOA
his place is far from dismal or swampy
lither."
Just then she thought she heard disant
footsteps coming t#ward the pond.
Ihe hastily resumed her whistling to d)ect
them to her: she had no wish to
tay out-of-doors all night, no matter
iow beautiful it was. The footstep?
Irew nearer ; they came hurrying dowi
1 -1 rbxiimn
Qt4 HI Opt*| U LIU. Ill tt 1C?W luuiijuu lo vv/uoiu
teuben stood in a narrow strip of moocight
on the edge of the pond.
" Good heavens ! Late," he cried, ii
n agitated voice, "what are you stay3g
out ou the water this late at night
Dr ? Don't you feel how cold it ft ?
^Huenough to kill you."
LuM^d stopped whistling abruptly,
nd now^v>Hone<j to the paddle, which
ras lying neals^a feet He did not understand,
and crieitjvimpatiently : "Why
lon't you com* to sliofc^oh, you rash
^ to be sitting th^^*^iour bad
OKI ! iitijiu, Itlfu P^IdI^5lnV',
Lute kept motioning so persibwZ^
t his feet that he looked down and saw
he paddle. He picked it up, and
sked, quickly : " Did you drop this out
if the boat? Haven't you the other one
n there ?"
Lute nodded to the irst question and
hook her head at the W.
" Why don't vou sp^ak ? Have you
ost your voiee ? '
She nodded vehemently* and touched
ier throat and chest.
"Good heavens 1" he repeated, tearing
iff his coat and overcoat, " she is so
loarse she can't speak. Oh, drild, you'll
till yourself!"
He jerked up the paddle, ani was in
he water, swimming toward ho, before
knew what he was doing. Waen he
ca^eto the boat he lifted hinfeelf in
ligfrjy, and sat with his back to h*, so
his Net knees and feet would not tbeoh
her. Lute watched him with a peculiar
look during the few minutes he was padling
b&k to shore. He did not soeak
till he ind fastened the boat and helped
svnt mi U? i/vntr nn Viia nvAiViat
uci vuii, Alien lie wua u[/ u?u ?.
and said : " You are shivering ; let me
put this armnd you."
44 Oh, no. you are wet," she whiskered.
44 Yon >ui8t put it on."
44 A little w>tting won't hurt me," he
said; 44 I'm as tough as a pine, lou
must let me pmit around you. Will 3011
put your arms through the sleeve ?
Well?there ! Ihn't touch me, or [11
get you wet"
44 I will touch yoti; I don't care if Ho
get wet," she said, ina sobbing whisptr.
laying her hand on h^ dripping sleee.
'I was so rude to ytu yesterday, ym
ought to have let me stud out there ill
night in the cold.".
44 Oh no," he said, smi?ng, and wrapping
the overcoat more lightly arould
her.
44 And it was all about nothing," sic
said. 44 It was all because Ben said thtt
you?you?"
44 That I what ?" a^ed Reuben, beneing
his head closer, so he could hea
her.
44 You thought it was unladylike an
?and ill-bred in me to whistle. Do yo
think it is so bad ?" she asked, lookin
humbly up in his face. 44If you do, II
never whistle again." Poor Lute wa
completely subdued by Cousin Reuben'
returning her evil wita good in such
magnanimous way. 44 He's not only gh
en himself an awfrl wetting," sh
thought, remorsefully 44 but he's spoile
- - - V "*-r 1.1^
his best business suit nis panuuuuu
will never be lit for a dog to wea
again."
"I don't think I ever used such stron
words as ill-bred and unladylike in r<
gard to your whistliig," answered th
doctor, smiling in h?r troubled fact
" Ben exaggerated a little. But I mug
confess that I used to dislike to hear
lady whistle, but?"
'' I'll never whistle again," interrupta
Lute, Vith as muoh decision as he
voiceless condition woild allow.
"But," he continued, still smiling
" I don't dislike it nov. I love to hea
you whistle. Besides, it was you
whistling directed me to you to-night
Perhaps I shouldnTt have found yo'
without it. So take kack your rash vow
Cousin Lute."
"I wish you would db something t
punish me for my rudeness," she said
hurriedly. " Give lie as much medicin
as you want; I will take a whole barret
ful if you say so."
" But I shan't sat so," he said. Tber
was still a smile o? Ins lips, but uon
in his eyes; they shone strangely.
"I don't know what made me a
cross," she went on. "I know I'e
spoiled and willfri. I never had i
mother to show me how to be geatle am
good; but I am not often so dread in
as I was to you yesterday. <?h, Couaii
ReubeD, can you fcrgive me f
" Lute," he said, in a voice almost a
ow as hers, " look at me. 7
They were staniling Ai the narrow
strip of light, and <he moon lit up botf
their faces. She raised her wet eyei
obediently, but the stjange look in hii
made her' drop them suddenly, while i
startled, painful flwh bathed her face.
" Shall I tell yon why you were ?c
cross to me ?" he aied.
"No, no," she murmured, hiding he]
face in her hands.
" Was it because you cared for nr
opinion, because 50*?loved me ?"
His wet arms we? around her now?
it was well she ha< on his thick over
coat?and were pessing her closely t<
his wet breast.
"My innocent darling," he whis
pered,'"you kno* now why you were a
cross with me."
"How long lave you known?" sin
said, her voice coming smothered fron
his shirt bosoi*.
" Know wlat, dear love?"
" Why I ra8 so cross to you."
"Notdv minutes. It flashed on m<
just nov, <vhile you were asking me t<
punish yah"
"I'm ^lad," she said. "I didn'
know nyself, or I should have hid i
better. *
"I'dlefy you to do that," he said
with alow laugh. "Oh, my swee
dumb (hrling, look up and give me on?
kiss,"
She raised her fair smooth face, an<
his da& bearded one dime in immediate
and cbse contact with it. She mur
mured on the divine Ireath of that firs
kiss, 4 You have not laid whether yor
love ne or not."
" Toes this feel liksit?" he whisper
ed, crushing her closfr to him. ** Oh
my darling, I love y*u?I love you s?
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MEMBER 29, 1877.
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much! I have "been so mad about you
as even to be jealous of poor little Dick
Spurr. Last night I felt like killing !
him when you smiled on him so.*
She was' too happy to feel a passing
pang for poor Dick. How could she ;
think of any one but Reuben, with his i
cheek against hers and his eyes on her ?
"You told me not to touch vou," she <
I said, presently; "don't you think you ;
i are acting inconsistently, eir ?" j I
" God forgive me!" he said, loosing j
her. " I am a selfish brute, to be holdi
ing you against me, wet and dripping as
I am I forgot every thing but myself.
Do you feel oold ?" anxiously.
"Not a bit." 5
" Maybe the overcoat kept you from
getting damp. I never thought to have
hugged that old Ulster with as much ,
zest as I have done to-night. Come, ]
let's hurry home, and I'll begin giving j
you that barrel of medicine yom were so ;
anxious to take."
"You must take part of it yourself,"
sue o-ia, they started up the slope in
double-quick "I'm dreadfully j
afraid this wetting will moke you sick. "
" I'm too happy to be sick, ' he said, !
looking at her in a way that made her i
blush and tingle to her finger-ends. !1
"We'll give grandpa and Ben a double \1
surprise. They think you are in town '
some where ; but I had a presentiment !
you were at the pond, so I slipped down
there quietly, without telling anybody." '
"Yes, they will be tmrprised at our 1
?" And Lute stopped and x^ddened. '
" At our what, darling ?" !
" Oh, here we are at the house now,?? 1
said Lute, irrelevantly.
"At our loving one another?" said
Reuben, inclosing the ulster in another
rapturous hug. "Oh, my precious
flower?my darling?my?" You may
be sore the doctor filled these blanks m
an appropriate manner.
^*Wre a nice doctor," said Lute,
disengage herself, in a very rosy state,
"to be puttlbg. such cold wet aims '
around a person hort^ ^th the cold."
" Oh, I'll soon cure ybt*ji!^-making as
though he would seize her agai*^hnt
she eluded him, and fled up the sfep?? v
and into the house.?Hwper's Bazar.
The Spectres of Congress.
A Washington correspondent says:
The House of Representatives has its
daily habitues and noted characters
whose histories are interwoven with the
nf "Last rear it had its
"little Miss Flite," who watched the
proceedings day after da}y with starving
hopefulness until her suit was gained,
and then from her seat in the galleries she
rose in full view of all and acknowledged
the victory with pantomimic gratitnde
and a stately courtesy, which the House
> received with laughter and loud ap
plause. This year we have the "Man
from Shropshire." His name is Schell;
he is a tall, heavy man, with light gmyr
eyes and straw-colored whiskers. Every
day, as re.nlarlyas the House meets,
i he* may be seen hovering in the rear of
I the seats, loitering in the lobby, or
f watching lor ins prey, m uie person ui
I some innocent member whom he thinks
f is to procure him the position he is after.
He is a very harmless-looking individu<
al, but woe unto the person who arouses
r; bis wrath, as his record in that respect
f is something alarming and stands thus :
c One night last winter he had a little
stabbing affair with Col. Fairfax, of
1 Virginia,at the Ebbitt House; another
time, whan he was custodian of the floor
I of the Bouse, he punished a saucy page
by pitching him np to the ceiling Hke an
I infuriated bovine would toss a dog, the
i boy came down again considerably fright1
ened out of his pertness ; another of his
t exploit* was an attempt to hammer a
grocer who presented his bill to him at
i the do<x of the House while it was in
r session but the grocer returned this
kind of payment by knocking him over
^ two rows of seats and half a dozen
r Congressmen ; he also bruised a Phila\
delphi reporter into a tinge of bluish
I black for daring to comment on these
I stunnfcg actions, and how he will re\
buke fhe present writer is left to his ingenuisy
and the imaginations of the
0 reader. ^___
b Remedies for Wakefulness.
Thousands suffer from wakefulness
whtf are otherwise in good health.
e With some of them this becomes a hab6
it, and too often a growing one. Not a
I WW resort to soporific drugs, and the
3 ; taste for opium is thus often initiated.
a j Others try alcoholic liquors, and there
^ ' can be no doubt that in this way the
? { foundation of intemperance has been
1 /aid. Many people, however, have
1? found a way of going to sleep without
1 resorting to such dangerous measures.
8 j For instance, looking at a fixed point
1 steadily will often succeed in inducing
r sleep; or, if it is too dark to do this,
1 closing the eyes and in imagination
9 watching attentively the stream of air
9 entering and leaving the nostrils. An1
other plan has recently been proposed i
? '1' 1-- ? iL.i:- I
DJ L>r. W?OK6 WL1U WiiO uo wai in maiAj
> cases of sleeplessness it is only necessary
to breathe very slowly and quietly
r! for a few minutes to secure refreshing
! sleep. He thinks that most cases deP
J pend on hyperamia of the brain, and
I that in this slow breathing the blood
" 1 supply is lessened sufficiently to make
" | an impression. Certainly, when the
3 | mind is uncontrollably active, and so
j prevents sleep, persons whose observa"
tion was worth trusting have testified
3 ; that the breathing was quick and short,
and they have found they became more
0 ! disposed to sleep by baeathing slowly.
1 | This supports Dr. Cooke's practice, but
1 at other times his plan quite failed. It
, is certainly worth any one's while who is
occasionally sleepless to give it a trial.
e In doing so they should breathe very
3 quietly, rather deeply and at long intervals,
but not long enough to cause the
^ least feeling of uneasiness. In tine,
fc they should imitate a person sleeping,
and do it steadily for several minutes.
? In no case should opiates or other drugs
be resorted to for sleeplessness except
3 under the direction of a physician.
1
3 A Wayne county (N. Y.) farmer left
- his vest hanging upon a chair. In one
t of the pockets were about a dozen
l strychnine pills. His two little children
discovered them, thought they w re
- candy, and ate them. Physicians were
, called and antidotes administered, but
> both died within uu hour.
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$2.00 per j
FARM, GARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD.
lloHnehoId Hint*.
How to Remove Grease Spots from
Brussels Carpets.?Spread on a thick
paste of potter's day; tack over it some
thick brown paper, and at the end of a
week brnsh of the clay. It may be necessary
to repeat the process, but one application
is usually sufficient. If the
grease has penetrated the floor it is best
to raise the carpet and put the clay on
the floor and scrub thoroughly.
To Properly Distribute Raisins.?
After the batter is all ready for the raisins,
cover the raisins well with sifted
flour and stir them in the batter quickly.
If currants are used they must be well*
washed in several waters : place them in
a fine sieve, and while mixing the cake
let dry thoroughly on the back part of
the stove; then cover well with sifted
flour, and mix them in the batter at the
very last.
To Wash Gloves. ? Have ready a
Little new milk m one saucer and a little
brown soap in another, and a clean cloth
or towel, folded three or four times. On
the cloth spread cut the gloves smooth
and neat. Take a piece of flannel, dip
It in the milk, and then rub off a good
quantity of soap to the wetted flannel,
and commence to rub the glove downward
toward the fingers, holding it firmly
with the left hand. Continue this
process until the glove, if white, looks
3f a dingy yellow, though clean ; if colDred,
till it looks dark and spoiled. Lay
it to dry, and the fair operator will be
Ratified to see that her old gloves look
nernv new, They will be soft, glossy,
smooth, and elastic.
To Boil Waiwrj Potatoes. ? Let
the potatoes be of a size; do not put
them in the pot until the water boils ;
when done pour-r^L^e. water and re
move the cover until airTbr^Meam is
gone ; then scatter in half a teaspoonful
of salt and cover the pot with a towei.^
Around the Farm.
Take good care of the implements
through the winter that they may bo
*<*4y to do thorough work another season.
Experiments
have shown that it [is
beet to feed oats and carrots together to
horses rather than either alone. If you
have been in the habit of feeding either
alone try half of each at a meal and
mark the result.
Now that the year is near its close
farmers should begin to think of closing
up their running aocounts. Prepare fo
keep a good set of books at the beginning
of the year.
Keep an eye on tlie manure pile and
seen that this bank of the farm increases
in size and quality.
Plowing under green clover is highly
beneficial to sandy soil, making it in
time rick ?md mould-like. On heavy'
lands it loosens the soil making it more
light and porous.
Push open ground work forward before
severe weather sets in, get everything
in readiness for winter. "A stitch
in time saves nine."
The commnnications ?f farmers are
always the most valuable matter in any
paper ; they deal with the practical details,
familiar to the man who comes
face to face with difficulties and overcomes
them. The editor can select such
items of news of general interest as he
thinks will be interesting and useful,
but to build up a truly useful
and practical paper he must rely very
largely upon the assistance of practical
men.?Massachusetts Plowman.
We have long been an advocate of the
use of salt as a fertilizer, and have used
it upon our own promises with good
effect. It would do good to sow it broadcast
every year or two in the spring, say
?Knnt fwn hnfihala to the acre. We
should like to see some of our intelligent
farmers giving it a fair trial, varying
the quantity per acre from two to
Ave bushels. Of course any refuse
article is good enough.?(Jermantoivn
Telegraph.
T? Winter Ho?m.
During the winter is when we all fail
at handling hogs. The long months with
but one kind of food, and that a kind
that makes but very little bone or muscle,
virtually a fat producing food only,
the best article to lay on fat with, but
not the best to build up the constitution
and give health and strength. I have
this year raised an acre of mangel wurtzel
and sugar beets, also half an acre of
turnips^ these I will put where I can get
at them in the winter, and when the
weather will permit I will feed them
freely. The swine eat them eagerly,
even now, and I feel surely that such a
chancre of diet occasionally in winter will
be a great benefit. I also cat a few
acres of clover second growth, cured it
carefully, salted it well, and fed during
the winter, perhaps cut short and moistened.
I have quite a number of late
pigs ; these I intend to feed each day,
all they will drink of warm swill mode of
two parts bran, one part shorts, and one
part meal, and at night a feed of corn.
Now, with this bill of fare and variety
of diet I hope to secure health for them
and profit to myself.?Prairie Farmer.
Words of Wisdom.
Faithfulness and sincerity are the
highest things.
Prnm InwAst denth there is a
path to the loftiest height.
It is less painful to learn in youth
than to be ignorant in old age.
Those who blow the coals of others'
strife may chance to have the sparks fly
in their own faces.
There are sixty-eight different sewing
machine stitches, and a hundred aud
sixty-eight different ways of lying about
them.
We are taight to clothe our minds, as
we do our bodies, after the fashion in
vogue, and it is accounted fantastical, or
something worse, not to do so.
There is no teacher like experience?
no scourge of our faults comparable to
the lash. Time places in the hands of
repentance
The world pardons its prosperous
children, and has courtly names for
their lapses from rectitude, which are
branded with strong siginaa when low
men fall.
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Items of Interest.
The present productof the oil country
is estimated at over 40,000 barrels per
day.
Out of the 33,000,000 people in Great
Britain 15,000,000 live upon imported
food.
Barbers in Denmark are oompelled
to pass an examination in elementary
surgery.
; At the Krupp cannon works in Germany
is a hundred - thousand - pound
trip-hammer.
Fourteen ex-Governors in the Senate
and eight in the House; so "Howdo do,
Gov.," rarely strikes amiss.
It is announced that the order of Orangemen
in the United States has a membership
of 65,000.
The principal resemblance between a
man who stops a team on the crosswalk
of a crowded street and half a barrel of
flour is, that both make abont a hundred
wait
A Boston minister recently roused
some of his sleepy hearers by stating in
a very positive way that, notwithstanding
the hard times, the wages of sin had
not been cut down one iota.
The problem of buying a ten-dollar
Christmas present with seventy-five
cents available cash will present itself
for the elucidation of the brave Youngman-who-goes-to-see-hi
s-girl.
Tack black velvetine on board or pasteboard,
arrange white, yellow, and green
ferns upon it to your liking, fasten them
down with a drop of gum here and there,
ojuI you will have plftajripg ffifn ?I
"ULauaiu, aon i you know that your
baby will catch its death of cold there ?"
44 No, sir," she promptly responded. ?
44 Well, it's such carelessness as that
which fills our cemetery with little
graves," he continued. 44 While all the
i old fools continue to live," she replied.
Ann Wilson was courted twenty years
I 411 Bourbon, Ky., by George M. Gillespie,
Wbx> afterward went to California,
and she saw nothing of liim again until
very recently, when he returned, with
eleven children by a iftfe who had died,
and renewed the courtship. Ann accepted
him.
There is what seems a preposterous
rule iu the Turkish armv, according to
which a Turkish soldier s limb cannot
be removed by a surgeo.i without the
sanction of the authorities at ConstantiEle,
whose decisions are oftentimes delyed
for weeks, and the poor fellows
will lie day after day in agony, awaiting
their fate withont a murmur.
Allegheny's talk is abont the attempt
1 A rrrha Vu>_
eu eiopemeui 01 u ptui w iuhid ?
longed to the wealthiest families in the
city. The respective parents were as
full of hatred as the Capnlets and Montagues,
and would not sanction a marriage.
Borneo went at night underneath
? Juliet's window. She letdown a string,
: xiiUt ha flttflclipd a ror>e ladder.
v ivuavu MV ?? A_
which was then speedily placed in position.
Juliet descended, and had barely
reached the ground when her father
popped his head out of the window. He
climbed down the ladder as fast as he
conld, and caught her. Then there was
a struggle between the father and the
lover for possession of the girl, who, of
course, fainted. The father was the
victor, and she is now underdose guard.
A Care for Intemperance.
It was sugggeeted some years ago that
the use of cod-liver oil would have a
tendency to promote a distaste for alcoholic
stimulants. According to the same
authority many people had found they
could take wine with animal food, but
not with farinaceous or amyraceous
nutriment. A well known man of
science, Mr. Oharles Napier, has undertaken
to test these assertions, and the
results of his experiments are set forth
in a paper read before the physiological
section of the British Association, and
j which has attracted iquch attention an
! England.
The experience of Mr. Napier's own
family had furnished a seeming proof of
the accuracy of Liebig's statement. They
had for two years adopted a vegetarian
diet, and although brought up in the
moderate use of alcoholic liquors, now
felt no inclination for them. More
decisive evidenoe, however, was supplied
by the application of the theory to
twenty-seven cases, one of the more
striking df which may be briefly cited.
The case is that of' a military officer,
j sixty-one years old, of an aristocratic
Vomiiv trim had contracted
K H.VHIDU l?juu?y |
habits of excessive whisky drinking
while on service with his regiment in
India. We are told that his custom was
: to eat hardly any bread, fat, or vege;
tables, his breakfast consisting mostly
of salt fish, and his dinner almost wholly
of roast meat. Daring the day he consumed
from a pint to a quart of whisky,
and was not sober more than half his
time. By Napier's advice he was induced
to retnrn to the breakfast of oatmeal
porridge on which he had been
brought up, and to adopt a dinner of
which peas and beaus formed important
ingredients. He does not seem to have
liked the change at first, and made the
significant complaint that he could not
" enjoy his whisky " as much ns formerly.
About this time there was a panic among
flesh eaters in England, owing to the
cattle plague, and, consequently, the
whole family was put on a vegetarian
diet. For some weeks the husband
grumbled very much, but*his taste for
whisky gradually disappeared, and in
two months from the time he became an
entire vegetarian he relinquished aloo!
holic stimulants, and, according to Mr.
Vnn>'/? boa nnt Rinee returned to either
u|7iVi y __
flesh or alcohol.?New York Sun.
Can Write bat nut Read.
The Raliegh (N. C.) Observer says :
There is a man that resides in Bnckhom
, Township, this county, who has until
I recently been a county official for thirty
I years. He is an illiterate man, cannot
; read a line of print or manuscript, hut A
j can write page after page as smoothly
; and correctly as any bookkeeper in the
city. He is very fond of writing, especially
if any one dictates, and then
: when the manuscript is oompleted, he
, knows no more about it than a hog docs
! of Greek. He bought a common cedar
pen staff and holder thirty years ago,
and has used no other since. These
facts ran be vouched for by a number of
I reliable citizens of this city.