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(,, MAY 319 1887. ; .Waking the: May Flowers, Adowu the still and leafless wood, in gladeoie mood Spring walked one d' A thousand sunbeatns round her danced, A south breeze played about her way, The aspens quivered 'neath her touch, And waked to And the winter fled ; The birches felt a sudden thrill, The maples donned a misty red. Whore'er she trod, a tender green Gleamed all the hills and-vales along, And at her smile the ice-bound brooks Awoke and rippled into song. Where last year's leaves all sere and dry Within the sunny hollows lay ; She paused, while witb its balmy breath The south wind;swelt them far away, And, nestling there, with fast-olosed buds, The May flowers lay in dreamlesp sleep, Where Autumn, with a careful hand Had hid them 'neath a covering deep. Then with a sweet and sudden smile, fSpring bent above Fhe sleeping flowers ; * Wake, little ones,"'she whispered low, "Ald tell the world of happy hours." Beneath her kiss, a dainty pink Spread o'er their petals, snowy white, Andi all along the woodland ways They open their sweet eyes to the light. THE DANCING GHOST. If you have ever seen- the gossamer spider rising in the air of a dewy autumn morning, hoar and sparkling, and sail ing away into invisible other, or the thistle-down blowing before the wind from nowhere to nowhere, or a foam wreath full of rainbows where the wave smites a rock, or a puff of smoke out rolling and vanishing into thin air, you have seen something that might resem ble Annie Estray's dancing, if anything in dull nature could beas hght, as.airy, as instinct with. animate grace, as every nielting movement of this young crea ture was. Dancing so entirely as if it were na tural to her as flying" to 9 bird or blow ing to the wind, and every other mode of motion were something constrained, ypu may be sure, she loved to dance to nusic' and in all the rush and excite ment.of the ballroomn;. and she danced through the year like a .little iiarsh light and swampflre in human slape -at the Springs, at Newport, at Bar Island, the summer long, and from house to house, from rout to rout, the winter through. An heiress, lovely, arrayed like a young queen; she had no lack of partners, but she cared nothing person ally for any of them; one day she should marry, of course, a cousin probably; they all married cousins in her family and kept the property together; it wouldn't matter whether he danced or not, for people clidn't dance with their husbands. But the others-she rated and valued all men according to their capacity as dancers only; they might be Shakespeares or Sydneys'cr simpletons, it mattered not-did they reverse easily was the arm strong, the foot sure, the ear for music keen, could they carry their partner well, with a clear head, guide the motion and lead the figure? (if not, then they were useless to her, hlough they could move worlds. But 9' such accomplishments were theirs, hat was all she wished of them. For ~e rest she cotild do her part; and her 3rt was ecstasy. You may imagine, then, with what flor she pursued it, what toilettes she >re, what color and light and grace ~l.ed about her; dancing like a but liy before the, wind, like a bubble,on liver, unCon'scious6df all the admir eyes that followed-dancing for the h:e love of the delicious movement, yevery muscle and fibre of her body )onsive to the rhythm of the music iplaying out the tune. Seldom pking much, flashing from the arms pine partner to another; flushed, rheated, 'i-avnging the Ices and nig off the champagne cupi served the floor, and never resting till far the morning, the music hushed ~he last peremptory summons came daylight dappling the east; and siuddenly all the fire falling, the ~becoming wvhite, the eyes heavy ~lark purple circles, the step lan It was very evident that she wvas hgoutI her vital flame with an in y thlat presently could leave noth tashes. ,o sure she had plenty of com hs in this whirl of the winter's ;many of them stronger, rosier, iller currenWi bounding in their but' not one of them tihe mad that she wais herself. They ,me of them of the, old, well-fed ely-married families; .others of v blood, lately enriched with id spices, and pmot yet befouled o much of them; and others e herself, of long inte1trnarried roud of their taint, and where ~stem had spindled to a thread. fn of these the pollen dust of itor's incipient disease had not ~the gern in another's; full of vigor, they could dance up to the line I of endurande of nerves and brain and body, and beyond it.. Those others, of whom Anne Estray ;was one, could dance up to it; but to them it was the dead lirie-one step beyond it and no more dancing-for them all was over. " o inore dancing! When the physi. clan who was called to the fair, frail creature one morning, after the most intoxicating cotillon of the year, utter-. *ed the fiat, the great eyes opened like a pair or stars out of twilight, and a little color crushed itself on the white cheek. "Oh, but I shall dance!" she whispered. "I shall have to be very plain with -you, then,", said the pl' ician. "You have lieen+>nder a sfQirn whose break at last has given you a mortal blow., You may pos ibly, with the greatest care, repair its. effects and- live for twenty years ,to come; or you may die after one moi'e' cotillon, provided you had the dtrength tb go throtigh the figure. What? You shake your head! You persist? Do you. suppose there Is much blood lett in your body, after all that has but lately bubbled out of your silp? You have no flesh; you are al most transparent to-day. You have but a thread of vitality. Neither flesh nor blood, nor vitality-what have you?" "I have nerve," murmured she, with emphasis, if not with voice. "That thread would hold a start 1 have an indomitable spirit! I will not disap point it. I shall go to the' masquerade next Tuesday week," she ' gasped, "if I have to go as a ghostl Now All you have to do, doctor, is to build me up." There was in truth, such an indomit able spirit in the thing with that vital thread, that the doctor had no choice but to obey as best he could. But, in spiri '6f,his endeavors, the little crea ture's rallyingipowers refused tO meet his medicaments, and she failed visibly. She did not lose the run of the days, for all that, anc she issued her orders for her dress, and she had a feverish eagerness to know what others were to wear, especially one youth whose step quite suited her own. "I shall dance with him and he shall never roaui who I a'm7" she said, huskily, with her cheeks-burning and her eyes glitteringg "He is going as Lucifer, Son of t/ Morning; how perfectly glorious! .1 have found it out, you see. He will be glittering in silver mail, with a star on his casque, I am going as bhelley's Cloud!" She insisted on being dressed every day, and on being led up and down the room. "Oh, when the time cohes I shall be all right!" she said. "It's of no use to light my fires till then." No one contradicted her. Her dress had come -home on the morning of the great ball; she had tried it on with some flickering strength, and had ordered a slight alteration to be made. It was a corselet and undress netted with bits of mother-of-pearl, softly glittering in faint reflections of innumerable colors, and over it was a profusion of flowing tulle, held together and literally streaming with pearls and opals and moonstones. So Shelley's Cloud; indeed, might stream and glit ter when the moon's beami kissed it.oni a mountain side, and suffused its roll ing fleece with bloom ant'l splendor. It tired her, perhaps, when she tried it on a second time, after the gas jets were lighted. "I will niot take it off again," she murmuired. "Just lift all this tulie round 'me in the chair so that it shall not be crushed., And you might take the jewels off till by and by-they are so heavy." And that done, her head drooped a little on one side and she fell asleep. It was a strange dream .that Anne Estray had in that sleep of hers. The moonlight seemed to fall into the room, gilding everything with frosty silver; and in the broad beam there stood all at once a great shape-white, still, towering and mighf,y. "Oh!" she said, "What are you doing here? What do you want?" "You!" said1 the shape. And she thrilled as one does to great music. "L?-I? 'What do you want with me?" she cried, hoarsely. "0! who are you?" "I am your friend," he said, smiling ,own gently uipon her. The best of all your friends. I afi~ the Angel of Death." "Death! Death! Oh, how cold you are! You have come for me!" "To take you for my own." 'But I am not ready! I have had nio idea of it! Why, I am'going to the masquerade to-night! I am to be Shel ley's Cloud.'. "You are to be a cloud," he said, softly. "You are 'to resolve again into the elements. You will be the drp of dew in the violet's cup, the bloom on thie globe of the grape, the river, the mist rising from it and fleeting into ether. You wvill be a, cloud soon enough." "Oh, hot that sort of a cloudl Not real one." "As real as you like." "But tonight.-oh, kind angel, there are so many who would like to go with you, and I-I want to stay!". "Those sighing dreatures? It is you that I wish, not the." "But I love to dance so-and peoplc who die-you know how exceedingly inconvenient it must be to fit one>s dress over vings! In fact, I don't see how it can be Rlono at all. And 'm;y dress is perfect. Oh, you ought .to see it! It is idehl I And you never saw me dance! And I am to dance wit1g him, in his silver mail, and the star shining In his casque. You don't know anything about dsncing; and, yet, I have heard of the dance of death. Our dancing is a sort of etherehl buoyancy, too. It is to be as a bird is, only to fly, to sing to melody, and measure. I love to dance. Oh, why do you look at me so? You frighten mel Don't, don't clasp my wrist! You are like ice--you make me shiver, and I have just had a hemorrhage, and it won't do, you know I Oh! Must I go? Can nobody help me? Are you stronger than all of them? Oh, angel, dear angel of death, spare me; earth is so-sweet, life is so precious, my life is so delightful my daiicing oh just for to-night then' only to night!" And in her drejm her voice rose ap tug14g1c ail fell back im botoiiWin her itlroat.'. ".lor .to-niglit F6r to-nigllt, until the stroke of 'twelvd then," said the Rrat frost-white hhape. ," I4-I will se you later." And the. bread moon boani fell emptily on 'th tuipe' leugs, and heke was Io'ona in the foin put Anne Istfray-if thdt vere shlif dded, In the chair where her dream had just ended, asleep, her head falleii a little on one side. Things look so very differ ently, so unreal to the eye, by mQon light. "The music Is crashing from the bal cony built behind the ball-room, in its forest- of. palms and fernr and huge o ange trees; and the air is bewildering th the -breath of the roses that gar and the %'alls; of the s' planotis, tle azalias, th dsthie, tile ffotropes, the carnations, that are bedded on man tel and console, that swing from chan deliers, that festoon the lintels, that line the passage-ways, laughing voices tinkle in tune to the tinkle of harpstring and piccolo; strange, lovely forms move in measure; a flower girl, whose skirte inclose her like the petals of a rose, slides along In the arms of Euroclydon; a sea nymph, in her pale green gaizea and her shells, skims by with a winged Mercury; Opholia hangs upon King Lear as If he were her willow tree; Psyche and Eros flash by together; all sorts of fantastical figures are wafted along by the breath of the music, glow ing, halt transported with the deli ciousness of the flowers, the melody' of blowing horns and flutes and of sharl violin striigs; smiling, gay, warm with life and all the joy of the senses. But there is one dancer that, looking on the scene, you would miss; you would know her in any disguise, for there is no dan Cer In the town to compare with her; when she is on the floor all .other-s seem heavy, and slow-and inert. She islate amh, no-there she is nowi She Is a mist of tulle, wvrapped in it, veiled with it, surrounded by its flowing folds, herself hardly seen for its airy circumambi c,as she hovers there one moment, waiting the approach- of tha~t form in Its shining suit of. .silver scale-armor, with the great star burning In the cas riue, the form that looks like one of Fiaxman's outlines filled with life, and blood and strength. It is Lucifer; she melts Into his arms, as a cloud might melt upon a pine, as a wave upon a rock, a moment pausing for the turn of the tune, and then swinging away on Its tide. Does she hear thme band, as it beats and sings out the wild strains of the dance-music than which -none pul sates with a keener pathos or lea'ves a sadder echo in the heart? Does she see the twikle of the wax-lights, the sweep of the crowd, the colors, the lowels, the lustres? Does she p)erceive the perfumes with which the air is rich Emd sweet, essence and attar, the aroma of wvines, the breath of the abundant blossoms all about her, and that p)ierce the brain now with delight and now with bettor memories? She does not wear the opals and moonstones: 'they are too heavy; but under all: the diabpha nious swirl of the drapery~ pie glitters with a strange, fait irideScencoe, ya soft phosphorescent glow, that barely out. lines her, or otherwise, backed: by the shield and spear which Lwsifer bears, you might think her only some artnful of sheer lawns and pzes blown about him. She :doeA not , speak--if this., ini deed, is she; she karely hias much to say in this affair. of dancing; one would not have the breath to: peak in this habetu, ous sweep and swingr. this wild, 8wifn lowing, like a leaf on the wind, like a ave chased by stor.n. A cold air "s ' ma to follow after them;, the slowly 9.imming dancers turn to gate, with if alariped 'nd half-delighted woti r; as they pa sdthe, people pause, as though appiritlons were ,flashing b' hile the music b ats out ;the wii d ungarian modulations the two. sw by the flowing andenoiroliiig4auW,, seem but a cloud driven by a gale; wild wail the- violins, deep, deep and riCh . ugh winding ways -the oboes a'ind b ns reply, the . flutes sigh, -th8 , s sing 'like hutnan voices; <bWeet h ad and Aiange the time Awells |id r .with its passion; and now the tilae falls more gently, the motion gro*s slower, they drift along softly, and on ttfd'last sighing of the melody the clan g of a midni hll frni some neai towei'be ito''txI} ft;ied by the mtlmet and ' ou itant voic ofoncalled an e other c44M'a voice of rYieasured, 'tol g sl l bles. 4, seisei bf ohill preeps ovr the youth in its silverrmor; through all the war47 and luxurious atmosphere and the 1(eat' of the headlong dance, a chill so u otmtablie that it terrifies him and seemd to:dpolo his blood; he is taking the last 4ps, h'e is about to open his arsd and elease his partner, when lo! there ;is pOthing in them. W. pped "in her clond,'of tulle -a" mo tj since she wyas there; li % t' as a p~Of1>apor he is gone, t hom e o 'broad ,lonbeam thati loore rournad ve id her, Anne Estray is sitting Where her peo p ,eft her---where rneny.times since tih ,ve 6irept in noiselesly, fearing tur ller slee4lher'head fallen a 1itl b ridosde, a blight, scarlet stain besj 17 ber; Iuouth, but ,deadi quite dead. "Why are you not in the cotil In, Son of the Morning?" asks the White Lady of" Hohenzollorn of the ilgufe in shining -armor leaning against the doatWay. "Disaster," answers Lucifer, who meet4 the White Lady every- day at homv , "Since that last dancq myj.ir s haube m the.Quld6Dr ) when the organ struck its key-note? That is the way I have been feeling ever since that last dance with- Anne Estray. By the way, what has become of her?" "Haven't you heard? What are you talking about?; Have you had too much champagne? I shodid -think your wits were numb instead of your arms! Anne Estray''has . not been here to night. Word was just whispered about here, brought by some one-Anne Es tray was found dead in her chair at home a half an hour ago, " "Anne Estray? Impossible! She was hero; I was dancing with her at that very time." "You. have mistaken some!, one else for her." "Do you suppose I have been Anne Estray's partner all winter not to know her touch, her shape, her step? She was herel She was in my arms; she melted out of them. If-it wasn't Anne Estray, who was it? Dead, is she? A re you sure of it? Quite sure. Great God, Marion, has Anne lEstray nothing else to do through all eternmty? No wvonder I am cold and numb. Don't you, see?", throwing wide his empty arms again. "I have been dancing with her ghosit I " O.nions for'the Nerves. *"Onions aire about the best ne'rve remedy .known," says a physician. "No piedicine is so eflicacious in cases of nervous prostration. Their absorbett powers are also most valuable, especially in times of'epidemic. It has repeatedly been observed that an omion patch in the immediate vicinity of a house acts as a shield against the pestilence, which id very apt to pass over the inmates of that house. Sliced onions in a sick room absorb all the germs and prevent contagion. During an esiidemic, the confIrmed onion-eater should, however, eschew his usual diet, as the genns of disease are present in the onion, and contagion can easily result. Ages of Crowned Heads. IIere arc the ages on Janupmry 1, 1887, of vaious crowned heads, qtc. --The Emperor' of' Germauiy', 89; The Pope, Leo XIIIL, 76; William III., King of the NQtherlands, 69; Charles IIL., Prince of Monaco. 08; Victoria, Queen of Great Britain, 07; Peter II., Emperor of Bra 211, 01; 1Frenc$s Joseph,' Erlnjetor of Austria, 50; Leopold, King df 'the Bl glans, 51; Louis, King of Portugal, 48; Charles, King of TRo'unania, 47; Abdtal Hlaid, the Sultan, 44; Hlumbert, King of Italy, 42; Al'exantler ;'I.1 Erztperor of Russia, 42; Geotge, Kink of4 the Greelse, 41; Milan,:King of Servla, 32; the Kingr of Snain, a few months., HELIPUi MOTHElRS. Remarkable Men Who Owed Much or Their Greatness to Early Educa tion. It is a terrible mistake when mothers do too. muel for their children, yet it is very difficult to draw the line be, tween, that -ind proper consideration for. theirwants,and, comforts. It ip so natural to be antoipattng for them, pnd ,ingled %Yt%h the foling there is, perhaps,. a little selfishness, for the mgthex pinot help wishing that if she shouldibe taken from her little, ones, that,they may be able to look back on the time 'when she eared for them as One of unXnixed 'comfort and happiness. A mother whose heart remains young is. an incalculable blessing, to her chil dren; she can enter into their games and be a child with them, she is the playfellow of her girls, and, as they grow older, is'ahbbst like their elder sister;,and if lie have sons, there is a camaraderfe between them and her which makes.home the most delightful place in the world, and "mother" the most charming of comlianions. It was thus ,with Uoethe, the German poet, his mother's first-born son, who came to be her plaything and pleasure long before she was out of her teens. She was a gel al, social, and, withal, clever woman, :nd always maintained that the bond between herself and her boy owned its strength to the fact that "my Wolfgang and I were young together," A mother's authority ought to . be marked by a -sweet reasonableness. The children, when old enough to com preliend more than the bare duty of implicit obedience, should be convinced that a ll her rules and regulations are bas.dl on sound principles, and have their welfare for their aim and end. Thus, a young girl of fifteen, invited to forth one of a large party in a country house, where every one was, older than herself, adhered to her mother's rule that she was always to go to bed at nine o'clock. No matter what fun was going on, what temptation was held At g cnduce lie tp,y ten minutes QigerM e .s. gern4yAh$exible,, and would say, smilina:- "Mother told me nbvet to stay up after nine; it wouldn't be good for me." Many r.emarkable men have had re markable mothers. The first Napoleon never forgot his allegiance to . his mother, Lucretia Bonaparte, who has been called the Cornelia of her day. She was a woman' who practiced "plain living and high thinking," and, though her son's works bore two meanings, his tribute to her worth was heartfelt when lie reiterated, with the deepest convic tion. "France wants mothers!" Johi Wesley, who wag the twelfth of nineteeij ghildren, loved his niother so dearly that wien he was a young man at-,Oford, he used to pray that he might never survive her. And; many years afterwards, when word was brought him, at Bristol, that she was dying, he ordered his horse to be brought to the door of the chapel where he was preaching in Broadimead, and rode on all night, never drawing rein till he reached Moorfields. Some one inade a remar'k to him about his haste and anxiety, and he answered: "Ahm, I can never have another mother." *WOMEN AS INVENTORS. Witnesses to Theli' Ingenuity Pomiud 'in the Patent Offide. The' worlil has not giveh wvonieeh due credit for hierin'veiytive iculties, writes a Washington correspondent.., Few persons realize what an important role she is Illaying-in the designing of num etous -articles, useful as well as orna mental. The record of the patent office shows that fully 190O,patents afe claimed by women. Moreover, not a small number of the patents granted to men are really for ingenious devices and ideas that have originated in a fem inine brain. ' The women of New York have been granted more patents than their sisters In any other state. The women of Massachusetts, Ohio, Indi ana and Wisconsin rank next in order. In machinery, wvomen have done much. Almost daiWly mprovements in sewing machies come from her brains. In the model room of the patent office, nearly -side by side with Elhas Howe's machine, is one made by Miss 1Rosen thai. It is a handy little contrivance Wvhich can be put in a lady's pocket and screwed on- to any ordinary table. It Is so dainty, it looks fit for t)ue .work room' of a fairy. It will be a boon to persons travelling where it is impossi.. ble to take a large mnachine. Machinists pigQnoUmee it pract;icilly perfect in con struption, but it has not yet been put tipon the market. The first submarine telescope was the production of Mrs. Sarah I. Mather of New TQrk.. rs., Montgoynery shows a secton et a~ war vessel provfded with a series of iron plates so constructed as to resist shot and shell. There is also in the model room an engine of offence, as well as defence, in the shape of a breech loading gun credited to Miss Ruth Goshen. Among the more peace tul inventions by vomen are a car coupling pin and an improved railway for street cars. A life raft is a contri vance of a Mrs. Beaseley. - An appli ance for raising sunken" vessels has been pnt4nted 'by Mra. Tihily Taney of Pennsylvania. She has also contrived a syphon propeller pump. Mrs. rrack elton of Milwaukee claims to have made 200 women self-supporting by means of a useful little portable kiln for firing decorated china. This can be attached to any gas pipe, and is an improvenlent on the usual method of heating, afford ing a much more equable' temperatbre. Miss Mary Broughton of New York discovered a new mode of forming air chambers in dental plates' for artificial teeth. Miss Amelia Bird desired to make a noise in the world, and her genius soared to steam whistles. Mrs. Caroline Brooks of Arkansas has pat ented some lubricating moulds in plas ter. Mrs. Brooks will be remembered as the butter artist at the Centennial, her lovely creation of Iolanthe attract ing -much attentioo. She now has a studio in New York. Mrs. Sarah Ames of Massachusetts patented the bust of Abraham Lincoln. Of what the patent right consists does not clearly appear, as artists generally consider such things creations rather than inventions. Mrs. Cornelia Beau mont of Ohio has a patent lifeboat to her credit. Mrs. Martha J. Coston has been very successful with her pyrotech riic night signals. She is an example of what pluck and perseverance can do. At the death of her husband his papers were in a chaotic condition and his de signs not fully perfected. Unaided, she brought them to a point where they were practically valuable, and she re mained almost 10 years introducing then in the various foreign ports. She has been rewarded for her perseverance by a fortune. Among the queer in ventions is an ,instrument for 'restoring facial symmetry, by Miss Fann,Batch older of Massachusetts. The numerous patents granted to women include fire escapes, dust-brushes, baby-tenders, devices for killing mosquitoes and other insects, window-washers, glove-fasten ers, food-preservers, cow-milkers, dish washers, washing machines, cooking stoves, corpse preservers, bustles, face lotions and all kinds of garments. The Long Bow in Boys' Books. It seems to be considered necessary that the schoolboy of the period should be supplied with a new story. of . adven ture for every day in the week. It also seems to be considered - necessary that men of genius should be told off to write them-men who, like Mr. J. Rider Haggard and Mr. Stevenson, are sorely needed to produce stories for men and women. The consequence is that some of the most picturesque and vigorous imaginative writing that has been, pro duced of late yearm is to be foun~d in such boys' books as "Ktig Solomon's Mines" and " Treasure Island." , We are not s,ure that this is entirely a for tunate circumstance. In novels writ ten for adult readers it. 1a not enough to furnish a rapid succession of brilliant scenes ; these scenes must be accounted for by that severe logic of the imagin ation which is as inexorable as the logic of the schools. But in stories -written for boys the action moves in entire freedom from those conditions which are at once the trammel and the strength of true art. Hence in fictive art no boy's story can hold a very high place, no matter howv powedmul may be the imagination in forming it. -Perhaps we had better give an Illustration of our meaning. When the writer of a boys' story wvants, as in "King Solomon's Mines,'" to show how, in a great battle betwveen many thousands of savage combatants, two E~nglishm heroes can display prodigies of stren@h and valor equal to those of Achmillet or Sigurd, and yet come out of the fr'ay unwound ed, he can wvithout hesitation furnish heroes with European chair-armor the moment it Is required-find It stowed away in the armory of an African tribe who are Ignorant of firearms, and who, like the ancient Mexicans and Peruvians, actually believe the white men to have fallen from the stars. To nourish angry passions againit a man wh9m I really once hakel gould be tr lay a blister on rey heart. The gift of prayer ma'y have praise from man, but it is the grace 'of prayer that hath power with God. Old friends are beat. King Jamee used to call for his old shoes; they wer easiest on his feet. The indiscriminate 4efense o,f righ and wrong contracts the uniderstaho. 'nd. While It hihrdens the heart.