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A Quarrel. There's a knowing little proverb, From the sunny land of Spain; ' But in Northland, as in Southland, ; la ita meaning olear and plain. Look it up within your heart; Neither lose nor lend it? Two it takes to make a quarrel; One can always end it. .. X Try it well in every way, Still you'll find it true. In a fight without a loo, Pray what could you do ? If tlio wrath is yours alono, Soon you will expend it. JTwo it tukos to make a quarrel; Oue can always ond it. Lot's supposo that both aro wroth, And the strifo begun. If one voico shall cry for 1 'Peace," Soon it will bo dono; If but one shall span tho breaen. Ho will quickly mend it. Two it tnkos to make n quarrel; One oan always end it. ?Mary E. Van Dyke in Young People. BROUGHT TO LIFE. X % . ; A. STORY OF OLD PLANTATION DAYS IN A CKEO LE COLONY. Fifty dollars a month is not much s of a salary, but I had arrived only a fortnight before, and had no acquaintances in the country; therefore I could - not presume to ask ror better terms. My two pupils, M. llabut assured me, were very well-behaved children; the girl was just fifteen, already a young lady, and the ten-year boy wa3 equally apt at study. After all I was only required to give five hours a day to ' vw teaching; the rest of my time was al together my own, to be devoted either v to work or sleep, as I pleased. "And remember," he said "your pa-, vilion is at such a distance from the family residence that you can feel perfectly at home there and perfectly quiet. Of course everybody will treat you with the consideration due to your position in the household. You will observe that my poor old mother's head is a little weak, but she is the kindest of souls." I accepted the situation. Ombreville is situated on the heights of Moka. The mule itself walked quite cautiously up the ascents, and as I was careful to keep the animal at a walk on the descents also, I came to the conclusion that I might just as well walk. I got down. Without troubling himself further about my wishes, my black who guided the vehicle soon begun to urge his animal rapidly along the road, which made a sharp turn at the bottom of a long steep slope. When I reached the turn both vehicle and negro had disappeared. I was all alone. I reckoned that there was scarcely another league ~,/ to travel, and as it was not quite seven o'clock, I would be able to be in time for breakfast. ^ 'wV > < It was in April. A threatening : storm had been growling all the day before on the other side of Le Ponce summit; on either side of the road the J. trees drenched in torrentialraio, shook >-v down showers of water from the leaves - with every breath of wind; the water W' of the ditches to right and-loft ran wnn a loua murmur under the shadow of the high grass; the air was fresh and all impregnated with sweet smells; the sun still hung at the edge of the forest curtain; it was a delight to walk. From the bottom of my heart I thanked the intelligent black who had imposed this pleasure upon me, and I continued on my way. ';v As I walked on I began to dream. ;1/v ' What future did this new land hold in reserve for me? I had not come to \ft it with any idea of making a fortune ' ^ lllthnllniK o * 1 <? jvuug iiiuu ui vwentyflve, I had acquired enough common , sense to save me from such allusions) ?but only to earn a good living, and %'{? %. lay by enough to enable me, when an old man, to return to France and sleep vv ,'. at la8t? wider the shadow of ray own village spire. Meanwhile, after half-an-hour walk, & I reached a point at which three $<? different roails forked off from the FV-r. main one. One of them, I knew must 7 ' m lead to OmbreviUe?but which? I |0r./ invoked the Triple Hecate, tat down upon a rock, and waited. 3 A negro passing on the run, pointed . out to me which road to take. Soon I caught sight of the lofty chimney of the,sugar-mill?then the house itself, buried' in a thick grove of mango . v . trees, and, as I feared being late, I quickened my step. Under the veran^UQj^iah, already crowded, I saw people , rushing back and forward?running, and no one noticed aoe as I ascended the front steps except a big fat n egress crouching at the entrance, who sobbed and cried with renewed despair at my coming. There was on the sofa at v full length, lay a young girl?almost a child ! Her long, bright hair, all streaming with water, fell over the back of the sofa, and had dripped upon the verandah until a little pool had ' formed rtpon the flags. She was whiter than ? piece of marble; the riolets of death were en her compressed lips; * >y ? ' ^iV ' her lifeless arms lay rigidly straight j by her Bide, and M. Rabut, on his knees beside her, was kissing one of her hands. Drowned, my dear sir, she got drowned," said a good old lady of about sixty years of age, who came to me, holding out her hand in the friendliest manner imaginable. "But you have walked here," she continued; "you must be tired. Of course you will take something? Myrtil !" "Mamma I oh, mamma 1" exclaimed M. Rabut, raising his head. "You see," he said to me, with a sob, "you see she was out bathing; the river sudflnn 1 xt r ac</? nn/1 *p UVJUIJ & WO V f CIUU1 His bead fell forward again over the little white hand, to which his lips clung. "Myrtil I Myrtil !" again cried the good lady, "bring a glass of Madeira to the gentleman. Or perhaps you would prefer soraeshing else?" I questioned the family. The girl had not been twentv minutes under water. And yet they had done nothing?had not even tried to do anything. I gave my orders briefly?they were obeyed. They had laid her on her back. I lifted her head so that it leaned sMoway on the left. Her teeth were clenched. How cold her lips seemed when I pressed my own upon them I The poor father, senseless with grief, allowed us to do as we thought best, and the grandmother walked hurriedly to and fro, busy, fussy, always calling Myrtil, and declaring "the breakfast will never be ready, and here are all the people coming 1" And a carriage in fact suddenly drew up before the front door'steps. Two young girls descended with a happy burst of laughter. I can see them even now as they stopped, looked, turned pale, and stood there with arms twined about each other's waist, and eyes big with terror?silent and motionless. Half an hour had passed. What I was not that a flush we saw, mounting to the colorless cheeks. Oh I how fervent a prayer I uttered that moment to the good God! And it seemed to me the arm I held had become less rigid. At that moment a horseman came up at full gallop. ' Myrtil I Myrtil !?take the doctor's horse to the stable !" cried the good lady, descending the steps to meet the physician. "Ah, doctor, I knew it I? your powder could not do me any good. mi ?_ ? a % * ? lutj wnoie mgnt, aoctor, l was in pain. Ah I how badly I slept 1" Tlie doctor came directly to us. "Good I young man !?very good indeed ! That is just what should have been done. "Come, come F he cried in a joyous tone, after a few moments bad passed. 'We are all right now?we shall get off with nothing worse than a fright! Why you old coward, have I not already told you 90. Here ! let me see a happier face on you 1" And he gave M. Rabut a vigorous slap on the shoulder. Then suddenly turning to me, he asked: "But you?where are you from I I don't remember ever seeing you here before." "I came from Brittany, doctor, by way of Paris and Port-Louis." "Look!?look I"?he had already turned his back upon me?"she Is opening her eyes F M. Babut involuntarily seized my hand, and dragged me to the sofa. She opened her eyes. They were blue?the eyes I always liked best "Helene ! my own Helene F murmured the poor father, stooping to kiss her forehead. "Gentle 1 you F exclaimed the doctor, pulling him back. "Let her have air, if you please?" jyi. jnauut arew back, without letting go my hand. Myrtil returned from the stable. "Myrtil I Myrtil !?well, how about that breakfast? Is it going to be ready to-day, or to-morrow?" "Ma foi I I'm ready for it!" cried the doctor. "That gallop gave me . a ferocious appetite." "Why, Myrtil 1?serve the Madeira to those gentlemen !" This time Myrtil obeyed. It was four in the afternoon when I left my pavilion to return to the house. M. Rabut came to look for me on the verandah. "Come," he said, "you can see her now." He brought me close to her bed. Her dear bine eyes still had dark circles about them; but the blood whs circulating under the clear skin; for she blushed at my approach. "This is he, my Helen?; If It hadn't been for him" and his voice choked. "Djn't fret any more, papa. I am only sorry about my locket Bo you think they will ever be able to Ond U ?" The locket contained her mother's v ' 'v- * -V * ' * .' It was barely daylight when I reached the river. The negro who had taken her out of the water had shown me the evening before the precise spot where the current had carried her away, and also the place where he had found her?about flfty yards further down. .It was a long narrow basin, shut in by great jararoses, whose tufted branches met above and stretched from one bank to tho other. The pale light, flickering through the leaves, made gleams here and there upon the water like the reflection of molten lead; beyond the darkness was complete; it looked perfectly black there. I dived and brought up three flat pebbles ! But breakfast would not be trrHv iint.il t.?n nVlnolf T horl nlan J w? , - ? ty of time. By eight (/clock the bottom of the basin had no mysteries for me. There was not a single cabot-fish that I had not disturbed beneath his rock?not a single camaron that I had not compelled to crawl backward Into his hole. But the locket was not there?accordingly it must be further down. I left the basin and followed the course of the stream?interrogating all the rr\nfa ornlnrfnrr all fKn n ?> rt /??nn I a wvr?w| VA^/iVliug ?A? VUU UVr UAUCil *7; VjUCO* tioning every tuft of grass. I was about to pass on, when I saw a little serpent, like a thin silk string caught upon the root of a wild strawberry plant, wriggling in the current. 1 seized it?it was the locket! She would not come down to breakfast; but M. Rabut told me she would certainly come down to dinner. She was still a little weak, but that waf all. Man is a selfish creature; the medallion remained in my pocket. While they were laying the tabl? that evening, I stole softly into the { dining-room. When her father had led her to her seat, and she unfolded her napkin, she found a little box in it "What is this? Another of you* attempts to spoil me, papa?" But the astonished look of M. Rabut must .have convinced her more than his denial. She opened the little box. My locket ! my locket I" she cried, putting it to her lips and kissing it over and over again. I watched every kiss?I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. Finally, her eyes met my own?she understood. But the little mysterious beauty did not even say "Thank you." And the long and short of it Is, dear sir, that I never gave Helene, who became my wife, a single lesson. Ah, yes, parbleu I 1 taught her 1 how to flwim The Chinese at Table. Chinamen consider the stomach the source of intellectual life, and there* fore the fattest man goes for the wisest one. They affect to believe that foreigners come to China to eat because they have not enough to eat at home. It is considered a mark of reGned politeness to treat a guest or a visitor to a meal at any time of the day. Only those Chinamen who have families take their meals at home; the rest eat at hotels. Thoy usually have two substantial meals a day?one an hour after getting up in the morning, the other between three and four o'clock in the afternoon. The well-to-do class take three or four meals a day. Often the father alone eats meat, while the iest of the family have to be satisfied with rice. Poor families usually get their meals from street venders. The | well-to-do ones employ cooks, the lat> j ter getting their' degrees and diplomas like men of science. The Celestials use no tablecloths, napkins, knives, forks, spoons, dishes, plates or glassware. Instead of napkins they use packages of thin soft paper, which also serve them for handkerchiefs. After ! using they throw them away. Each , guest has a saucer, a pair of sticks, a package oC paper and a minute cup with salt saucer. The Chinese women never dine with the men. Everybody | smokes daring the eating of a forma!! dinner, and the dinner is crowned by story or legend narrated by some more or less known orator. topic of general interest is discussed at such dinners; bat a gastronomist who knows all about the preparing of food re* ceives attention. A Generous Little Boj. "Bobby/' said bis mother, "there are two pieces of cake in the closet one for 70a and one for Gracie. The one on the lower shelf is for you." Bobby broke for the closet and presently returned. "You said that the piece on the _h per shelf was for me, didn't 70a?" he asked of his mother., "No," she replied, "that is Gracie s. The piece on the lower shelf is yours. "Well, I'm very sorry mamma, but I ate Grade's. But I'll tell you what I'll do," and a generous light^hone ir. the clear little boy's eyes, "as soon as Oracle eomes home I'll give her a part of mine."?New York Ttom, I VSVj Cy&&-v A;Ufi > : w Ml ?.\'$ ?;> v.- .vv- :r: ! AGE OF NITROGLYCERINE. The Deadly ExplosWe in the Bradford.. Oil Fields. Many Tons Used Annually in the Ceaseless Search for Petroleum. A Bradford (Penn.) letter to the New York Sun says: "This is emphatically the age of glycerine," remarked an oil man, as he pensively contemplated the ever shifting figures in the electric indicator in the hallway of the Petroleum Exchange. "Les3 than two years ago Dr. Roberts, who invented oil well torpedoes,had a monopoly of the business. He raked in several million dollars before his patents expired, but he spent more than a million in bringing lawsuits against unscrupulous persons who infringed his rights. There was always competition, though, and all of the Doctor's money could not crush the daring men who secretly manufactured and covertly exploded the glycerine in the wells after nightfall. Then they were called moonlighters. Now the business is free to all. Many moonlighters were blown to pieces while engaged in their work. The profits, however, were so large that men were found at all times who were anxious to risk their lives. "After the Roberts patent expired glycerine companies sprang up in every direction. The day after the monopoly expired the announcements of a round dozen glycerine manufac tuiera appeared in me oil country papers. The era of high prices came to an end at the same time. In Bradford alone there are no less than nine large firms who manufacture and explode about thirteen tons of glycerine per. month. "Never before in the history of the region has the use of glycerine been so extensive. For years the producer in the Bradford field was content to use fifteen or twenty quart shots. It was feared that heavier doses would ultimately destroy the sand formation and ruin the wells. The enormous prices charged for large torpedoes in those days also had a bearing on the < situation. Torpedoes were quoted as high as $1,200. For $500 a wealthy oil man could give his well a good shaking up. Then glycerine was sold by the quart. Now oil men buy the stuff by the barrel. A barrel contains forty-two gallons, and costs about CA 1UV. Bradford's nine firms employ perhaps fifty shooters. They are kept on the go both day and night. Last month over twelve tons of glycerine was burned in the Bradford field alone. Eighty quarts, or nearly half a barrel, now represents the average shot. Dynamite squibs have in a large measure succeeded the 'go devil.' The 'go devil' is a weight which was dropped at the critical moment on the firing head of the torpedo, exploding it The constant enlargement of the cavity in the oil-bearing rock necessitated the use of something better, and that was the dynamite squib. While the average shot is eighty quarts, there are many firms who think nothing of exploding from two to five barrels of glycerine in a well. The shock tears out the rock and opens up the i closured veins erf oil. Th? can* in which the deadly explosive is trans* ported about the Held have been enlarged from six to eight quarts' capacity, and each shooter's wagon carries ten cans, or eighty quarts, of the stuff. "Some wells are treated to pheno cenal shots. The owners of the test well in Warren county wanted to make a big showing. They used over a ton of glycerine. The earth around the well trembled and the spectators were prostrated on the ground. It was the largest shot on record. A well which produces from one to two barrels per day naturally, has its capacity increased to eight or ten barrels after shooting. They gradually decline, and in the course of a few weeks fall off to their original figures. 'Dollar oil in Bradford, and the hepvy premium paid for lower country, 1 or white sand oil, is the cause of this boom in the glycerine market. During the past six months over fifty tons of the explosive have been consumed In the New York and Pennsylvania oil fields. If oil ever tonches |2 a I barrel it will pay producers to manufacture their own glycerine/' A Miniature Kepnbllc. 9ew people know much about the independent little Bepublic of Andorra, which is buried in the- Pyrenees, and has preserved its independence and* its own institutions lor nearly 1100 years. A tribute of $192 a year is paid by Andorra to France^ and $96 a year to Vrgel; it is governed by a council-general of twenty-four members, four representatives for each of the six communes which compose the republic; there is no public debt, no Axaiioa. and but little crimes ' , \'v v !'/. '* | \'-v $ ' > ; : i-'-y > 0 PEARLS OF THOUGHT. Wisdom ia knowledge applied. Goodness Is better than knowledge. It is the great at whom envy shoots her darts. Caution is consistent with the highest bravery. The hammer of custom forges the link of habit. Any man who puts his life in peril in a cause which is esteemed, becomes the darling of all men. There is nothing so sweet as duty, and all the best pleasures of life come in the wake of duties done. Man is borne along on the tide ol life like a straw, and. considering all o "* things, is not of much more account. From the gratification of one unnecessary want spring up half a dozen others, even more urgent, though lesa needful. A tender conscience is an inestimable blessing; that is, a conscience not only quick to discern what is evil, but instantly to shun it, as the eyelid closes itself agaiust the mote. If, by instructing a child, you are vexed with it for the want of adroitness. trv. if vhu lrnvA npver tHorl if before, to write with your left hand, and then remember that a child is all left hand. How can a man learn to know himself? By reflection never?only by action. In the measure in which he seeks to do his duty shall he know what is in him. Bat what is his duty? The demand of the hour. The Letter J In Spanish. A few days since a stranger from the unconverted wilds of the East, where tenderfeet attain their highest state of sensitiveness, came out to Albuquerque to visit a friend. While walking along Railroad avenue he said to his friend: "There croes a man I met nn at T.a o . "r ??? Junta,'rv giving the J its natural pro nunciatlon. "You mean Le Ilunta," the friend replied. "That is a Spanish namej and in that language j takes the sound of h." "Is that so? Well, I must try ta catch onto that." After strolling along a short distance further he asked: "Where are the Jemes Springs, 01 which I see so much in the papers?" "You should say Haymess Springs they are over here in the mountains about sixty miles." "Deuoe take the language?it break! me all UD. That's a nrettv hnnsn nvp? there?that Armijo house, isn't it?" and again he gave the j its proper pronunciation. "You mean the Armilio house; yes. it's a good one, too." "How in Sante Fe is a fellow goin' to tell what's Spanish and what isn't Why couldn't they build their language accordin' to the original plans ?" "Oh, you'll soon catch on. You will find it safest to give the Spanish pronunciation to nearly everything here." An hour later they sat down at the table of the San Felipe Hotel, and, after scanning the bill of fare, thestran ger said to the waiter: "You may bring me a nice, huicy piece of roast beef, some pig's howl with caper sauce, some fricaseed hack-rabbit, some pork with apple hel> ly, some boiled potatoes with the hackets on?uuskuD, you know?some tarts with currents ja?I mean currant ham, and, ah, some *' At this point the waiter swooned and the guests in the room let out a roar of laughter that gave the chandeliers the chills and fever. This made the stranger mad, and he leaped to his feet line u crazy man, iook on nis coat ana threw it down on the floor and stamped on it and howled: You fellers are try in' to play mi for a sucker, but by gosh you've struck the wrong snag! Whoopee! (and he jumped up and slapped his fists) I'm a destroyin' cyclone from Illlnoy, an' 1 kin lick the hull crowd I Spanish? ] kin sling more Spanish in a holy minute than Montezuma could in a year 1 Kin I? Well I should ehaculate that I kin I Let some idiot pull of hit hacket and hump onto me, an' the first time I hit'im he'll think he has the him-hams? Spanish? Oh, I guest not! My name's Jesemi?I mean Heremiah Hones from Hacksonvilie, Jllinoy, an' when my dander's up I'm a ravin hyena! You played me for a sucker, but you mustn't hudge s man by his looks. Whoop, go sound the hubilee. 8omebody come out and face me. Let some htm crow galoot come to the f-ont and criticise inj Spanish hargon !" His ' friends got hold of him and took htm from the room, tod as he went through the door ha remarked* "I kin take a hoke, but it makes me mad fur a la*.o* 'hackasses to try to play me for a g*?feriej."? Albuquerqu* (N.MA DtmocraL ??? 3 : - X > . \ ' -I'Lt *',v ''yEwiau1 ?-Htf&n XL.- . Bi _V Comfort* Host thoa o'er the olear heaven at tti? soul Seen tempests roll? Oast thoa watohed all the hope* thoa -would'**! havo won, Fade, one bj one? Wait till the cloud* are past* then raise thin* eyea to bluer skies. Hast thou gone sadly through a dreary night* And found no light; No guide, no star, to cheer thee through the plain? No iriend save pain? Wait, and tby soul shall see, when most forlorn* liiso a now morn. uast tnou beneath another's stern oontrol Bout thy and suuJ, And wasted sacred hopes and procioas tears? Yet oalm thy fears, For thou canst gain even from the bitterest part A stronger heart! Has Fate o'erwhelmed then with some suddea blow? Tsf . But know whon storms uro past, the heavens appear More pure, more clenr; And hope, when farthest from tneir shining rays, For brighter days. Host thou found lifo a cheat, and worn in vaia Its iron chain? Hast thy soul bent beueath earth's heavy bona Look thou beyond; If life is bitter, there forovor shine Hopes more divine! Art thou alone, and does U17 ?<oul complain It lives in vain? Not vainly does ho live who can endure, O, ho thou sure, That ho who hopes and suffers here can earn A euro return. Host thou found naught within thy troubled life Save inward strife? Hast thou found all sho promised thee, Deceit, And Hope and cheat? Endure, and tfiore shall dawn within thy breast Eternal rest. HUMOROUS. A bad jury in a law-suit?Perjury. An epitaph for a boatman: Life ia oar. "When a butcher gambles he should play for large steaks. The net to catch a man matrimonially?the brunette. Is it proper to speak of an insane vuiuaiiiuu aa cruciieu cniua C "I like your impudence," a3 a pretty girl said when her beau kissed her. If a man is struck by a woman's beauty, is it actionable as an assault ? Corn is the worst used of all cereals. No matter how fruitful it is, it is only grown to have its ears pulled. A lawyer who climbs up on a chair after a law-book gets a little higher in order that he may get a little lore. A policeman attacked by cholera morbus lost so much rest that he was forced to go on duty again to recuperate. "Circumstannoa nllnr " nnld on unsuccessful lawyer, "and I wish I could get hold of some cases that would alter my circumstances." Boy (who does not appreciate sermons): "Well, I'd just like to know what preaching's for, anyway ?" Small sister: "Why. it's to jjrive the sincrera a rest." It takes off the edge of enjoyment of love's young dream when you learn from your jeweler that Miss L has been in to learn the value of the last ring you gave her. Sir David Brewster's Cat. Margaret Marie Gordon, writing from Nice to the Home Chronicle, says: My fathei, Sir David Brewster, had. a strong dislike to cats; he said that he felt Bom )thing like an electria shock when one entered the room. Living in an old mouse-ridden house, I was at last obliged to set up a cat, but on the express condition that it never was to be seen in his study. I was sitting with him one day. and the study door was ajar. To my dismay pussy pushed it open, and, with a most assured air, walked right up to the philosopher, jumped upon his knee, put a paw on one shoulder and a paw upon the other, and then composedly kissed him! Utterly thunder* struck at the creatures audacity, my father ended by being so delighted mat ne quite lorgot to nave an electric shock. He took pussy into his closest affections, feeding and tending her as if she were a child. "One morning, some years afterward, no pussy appeared at breakfast for cream and fish; no pussy at dinner, and, in fact, months passed on and still no pussy. We could hear nothing of our; pet, and we were both inconsolable. About two years after, I was again sitting with my father, when, strange to sa j, exactly the same set of droumstances happened. She was neither hungry, thirsty, dusty, nor footsore, and we never heard anything of her intervening history. She resumed her place as household pet for many years, until she got into a diseased state from p*r*?king loo fveely, it was supposed, of the* aelioacy of raw flesh, and in mercy she was obliged to be shot. We both suffered so inuoh from this seoond loss that we, ttver bad another domestic pet" i,iv *