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TOO OFFICIOUS BY HALF. [ JILL, IN THIS BUNNY SOUTH, j "But, Maggie, I will notask yon to wait (or me one day longer, nor will I take your promise giren to me of your own sweet will. I would not feel right to do so, darling. God knows 1 lore yon with all tje pas* ■ion at my nature, bat here I hare kept yon bound for three years, hoping and working to lay up some* thing for ns to start on, and to-day it is as far from me as it was three years ago; my future seemr even darker. It is very hard, little girl, and I feel, in giving you back your proadse, that I am relinquishing all I hold dearest—that the very sun of my life has gone down, and I have only dark, lowering clouds over my future pathway. I shall always lovi yon, darling, and my one prayer shall be that something may give you to When hardly more than children it had been an understood thing among the yonng people of L that handsome Jim Gars and pretty Maggie Morgan were engaged; in deed, they seemed destined for each otlier. So they had thonght, and this was the end. Maggie was pale, bnt outwardly calm. There was a pause after Jim ceased speaking, which seemed an age to* the despon- dent yonng people. Maggie knew he expected her to break it, bnt it seem ed to her there was nothing she could aay. She knew his eyes were upon her. She even knew the very expression of them—sad and ap pealing, almost reproachful in their grief. Shtf 1 hardly dared raise hers to his face, for she knew they were dim with unshed tears. So moving slightly and keeping her face avert ed, she replied: "Yon know best, Jim, bnt I shall . always lore yon, if it will help you * to know that, and we can go' on kopi»g. You know the darkest hour * comes jast before day.” They rose, as if by common con sent, and stood near the fire, he with one arm resting on the mantel, and * she with one dainty foot perched on the fender, her slender hands clasped before her. Jim glanced down at her, and as the flash of the little bracelet he had given her met his g^jpaacc, be said: “Maggie, may l ask yon to keep that! 1 It will afford me so rnnch pleasure to know yon are wearing For answer she detached the tiny key she wore suspend^} from her j y ' . fatal) chain, and handed it to him. were this on your chain, and FU keep the bracelet If the time ever come* when you cease to care for me, or fore someone else better, jend it back to me. I will do the same with the bracelet” “If those are the conditions yon will never get your little key again,” he answered, with a wintry smile. ' B “I wonder why Jim Cars left L ' ■ ■ . Beseemed to be getting on nicely, and hir* employer told me that be never regretted any one’s d<|Nurtare more. Did you hear any thing about he and Miss Maggie ?” “Yes, I beard something, but yon know Madame Unmor is an uureli- able old soul, and I never credit much I hear.” ****** The summer waxed and waned and things moved on much the same | at the little town of-L . Each j day brought its round of duty to! our brave little heroine. Each week brought its share of pleasure in the way of parties and entertainments, and Maggie was usually to be found among the throng of young people. To almost every one she appeared the same winsome, cheerful little leader of all the merriment and fun, but to those most intimately associated with her, to those who saw her in bar daily life, there was something missing. They could not have told yon exactly wherein the difference lay, but often in the midst of p'cas- ure, surrounded by those who loved and admired her, there would come into the sweet face a sad, far-away expreseioo, that would darken the brightness of the sweet face, and dim the sparkle of the brown eyes. In the meantime bow fared it with Jim? In the thriving city of A——— he was cashier in the bank, forking hard and thinking of the little girl whom he had given up, bnt hoped to win someday. He had mingled little with the young people of his new home, much to the disap pointment of bis sister, with whom he boarded. Mrs. Cohen was very pronnd of her handsome brother, and immediately on his arrival at hems, she had chosen bis future lm fwwf mm /nog Mi* rt her acquaintance, and set her heart on making a match. But when Jim refused to go out, and seemed to care nothing for the society of the young people, she was very much disap pointed, and set herself to work to find out if he had any previous at tachment. “When a woman will, •he will,” yon know, and it was not long before M's. Cohen found out, to her chagrin, that Jim had left hie hesrt behind him in the keeping of pretty Maggie Morgan. Jim’s sister was not a wicked woman at heart, but she determined to break up, if possible, his former attachment, and then she did not donbt that she would succeed with her little plan. She argued that the wife she had chosen for Jim was rich and talent ed, and she would be doing all for his ultimate good. ' She noticed one day that Jim wore on his watch .chain a tiny key, and surmised at once that it unlocked a bracelet that Maggie, no doubt, wore. So it flashed into her mind that if she could in some way get this key and return it to Maggie, perhaps she would think Jim, tiring of her, had chosen this way to tell her of it. She could not know that she was employing the very means Maggie had proposed to him, by which to let her know he had ceased to love her. So one night after he had re tired, Mrs. Cohen slipped into his room, and, removing the key from his chain, replaced everything as she had found it. The next day she wrapped it up in a tiny package and sent it on its fateful journey. Was it Maggie’s guardian angel that made Mrs. Cohen’s conscience hnrt her a little as she directed the wrapper? What was it that called np in her mind such a yivid picture of Maggie as she had last seen her, only paler, with the red lips quivering and the brown eyes filled with tears ? ****** “1 wonder what is the matter with Maggie of lat* ?” Mrs. Morgan said to her husband one morning several weeks later. “She eats nothing and often when I come npon her una wares, her eyes are red and swollen. In fact, I think she spends much of her time crying, and I hear her np in her room until late at night, mov ing about in a restless manner, as if she cannot sleep.” “I have noticed a change, bnt I cannot account for it. I am very uneasy about her, and if she does not improve soon, I shall try to persuade her to leaye home for awhile,” Mr. Morgan replied, as he picked np his hat and started to his office. Thus they wondered, bnt no one saw the tiny key stored away in Maggie’s jewelry case, or noticed, at the time, that she no longer wore the little bracelet that lay beside the key. safely locked away from prying eyes. ******* Jim wondered where and bow he conld have lost the little key. He was sure he had it fastened on se curely, and he searched for it dili gently at hi.) office and in his room, bnt not finding it, he concluded that he had lost it on tlr street, and with a little sigh he gavt up, saying to himself: “Well, I’ll never need it to return to her, but I feel lost with out my little talisman of good fortune.” ****** ‘•Maggie, dear, you know yon will never get any better if you persist in refusing to take any part in the pleasures au<l enjoyment here, and meeting and mingling with the young people. I promised your pupa and mamma to make you throw off this indifference and get back your old spirit and love of fun.” It was Cora Dean, Maggie’s most intimate friend, that spoke. They were in Maggie’s room, in the Sea shore Palace, at the little seaport town of Douglasville, where they had gone to sec if a change and con stant companionship of young people would not bring the roses back to Maggie’s cheeks, and some of her old-time life and gaiety. They had adjoining rooms (pretty little nests on the west side of the hotel), and spent most of their time together in Maggie’s room. Cora had proved a I friend indeed, never leaving Moggie alone long at a time, and doing all she could to excite in her some in terest in young people that filled the bouse and were in a constant state of excitement and enjoyment “Bnt, Cora darling, I don’t think I could exert myself to entertain any one, and it would only bore me, but 1 should be a drawback to every one’s pleasure.” “Maggie, you owe it to yourself, »h4 wt ywmlfr but yoqr family, to be more independent and throw afide this languid feeling. I would never let Jim Cars know that be could make me lose all interest in. life. I never have spoken to you this way before, dear, bnt you know it is because 1 love you, and have your welfare at heart, that I mention him to yon. I shall only be satisfied when I see you making a strong effort to be yonr old true self. Now, they are expecting some new arrivals this afternoon, and are going to have a musicule down in the front parlor after tea. I want you to dress and come down with me. Won’t you, dear?” While Cora was talking Maggie had gone to the window, and stood with her face averted, but she turned now with a little imperious move ment, and answered calmly: “Yes, dear, I’ll go with you.” The parlors were bright, with happy, handsomely dressed ymng people, when Maggie and Cora en tered that night. There was a lulf in the conversation as they enr'sed the room, for though Cora’s bright face and neat little figure were familiar to most of them, Maggie had only been seen at a distance. To-night she was looking beantiful, in a gown of some soft white goods, with a bunch of white roses at her throat, and one perfect bud in her hair. Her usually pale cheeks were tinged with excitrment, and her eyes bright. They were soon the center of a merry, admiring group, and Cora was delighted to see that Mag gie was more like her old self than in months. (Evidently her plain talk had done' her good.) She seemed to be winning the heart of every one she met. She was smiling and chat ting with those around her, when the door opened and Jim Cars came into the room. Maggie did not notice him at first, but Cora recog nized him with a glance of startled surprise. Why had she made Mag gie come down to-night of all nights, she questioned herself impatiently. She watches Maggie with an anxious heart, bnt to her surprise in a few moments she sees her offer her hand to her old lover in a calm, indifferent manner that would have puzzled the most observant. But Maggie’s man ner was not all that Cora noticed. She noticed the glad, happy light that came into Jim’s eyes as they rested on Maggie’s face; bow he held the little hand in his and searched, though in vain, for an answering smile on the face before him. She noticed bow his expres sion changed when Maggie greeted him so coldly, and she was puzzled too, and began to reason in her shrewd little brain why, if Jim bad returned to Maggie, and by so doing bad said he had ceased to care for her, he had been so openly happy to see her, and so disappointed that she hod met him in so cold and indiffer ent a manner. She resolved at once, for she was an impulsive liitle crea ture to see Jim herself this very nig u ^ and if there had been a mis take, to right matters without loss of time. Bnt, dear reader, I did not start ont to write a story, so I will simply say in conclusion that Cora found ont, as sho expected, that Jim had no hand in returning the key, though Jim never told her that he suspected his sister of having sent it, and after awhile all was straightened out, and the fall of the following year there was a big wedding at the old church where Jim and Maggie had gone to Sunday-school as little children, and Cora was maid of honor. Is it necessary, reader mine, to point my moral? Yon never know how much psiu you may cause by meddling. You may think you arc doing all for the best, but one little thoughtless word or act may ruin two lives forever. Could It Be 1 Will you ami 1 grow like lliv rest Of stupid ninrrieil folks ? Will love’s sweet savor lose its zest ? Is happiness a hoax f There are the major and his wife Anil uncle and Aunt Kate ? Could wc lie like them ? What a life! Perhaps we’d lictter wait. Oh, Will, could ever you and I Grow stulfy, mean and *ld ? And could my voice grow shr 11 and high ? And could you swear and scold And throw out spiteful little Dings Y Oh, dear, it’s not too late! If we could do such horrid things. Perhaps we’d better.wait. It breaks my heart. I tell you. Will, Let’s always lie engaged.' And then wc'ltloAC each other till Our hearts arc worn and aged. For married people don't reflect Much credit on their state. They >' ow us what we may expect Ui' .,s—unless we wait! —Harry Homaine, in Life. A Berlin bird fancier died lately of a peculiar form of consumption contracted in consequence of receiv ing into his nostrils parasites com- 1U9)1 tv wujuy bin}*, BUDGET or run. HimtfMs Sketches Frea Tarleis Snrees. What ye lookin'* fur?” asked Plodding Bete. “Work,” replied Meandering Mike. “What fur ?” “So’s I kin see it fust, an’ dodge.” —Washington Star. Small Boy—“Wot do these social ists want ?” Big Boy—“They want a paternal form of government.” Small Boy—“They, do, eh ? W’en a boy gets too big to be bossed by his fathe, they want the government to begin bossin’ him, do they? Gness they ueyer had any fathers, that’s wot I think.”—Street & Smith’s Good News. First Senator (in Fifty-fifth Con gress)—“Do yon think onr minority can talk for two weeks longer ?” Second Senator—“Yes; the new senator u lm slain liters will consume oue week, and after that the chaplain has promised to make filibustering pr«yers.”- s -Jndge. .. , Auntie — “A penny for your thonghts.” Little Nephew—“I was thinking that if I kep’ real quiet, and pre tended to be thinking, you’d wonder what I was thinking about, and say jus’ what you did. Gimme the penny.” Husband—“Don’s you think that you arc rather unreasonable to ex pect me to take you to a ball, stay awake until 4 o’clock, and then get up at eight to go to my work ?” Wife—“I may be a little unreason able, but it’s perfectly brutal of yon to mention it.” Friend—“1 haven’t seen yon for some time.” Poet—“No; fact is, I have be come a good deal of a recluse lately.” Friend-*-"! feared os much. How much do you owe?”—New York Weekly. Air. Moneybags—“No, my child, 1 do not want yon to uiary a duke.” Miiis Goldie Moneybags — “But, papa, you said that I could have anything that money couid buy.— Pack. It was a Manitoba high school boy who said there .were four zones— frigid, horrid, temperate and intem perate.—Lynn Item. Facts sad Flgnres. Japan has one lady doctor. fit Louis bas 22 railways. Europe has 37,610,00 horses. There are 23,000 species of fish. Uncle Sam has 43,431,136 sheep. There are 600 varieties of cotton. Germany has 343,000 railroaders. The Union Pacific has 36,454 cars. We built 1,058 locomotives in 1883. Great Britain bus 71,000,000 houses. American railroads cost $9,203, 032,143. The United States contain 6,000. 000 farms. The world’s railroads are 370,281 miles long. In 1025 the site of the c'ty of Boston, Mass., was sold for $150. The . Western Union Telegraph Company consumes 100,000,000 en velopes a year. Until 1810 Europe produced 80 per cent of the world’s wheat; now only 50 per cent. About 74 )M.*r cent, in value of the exports of the United States comes from the farms. The United States has produced two thirds of the cotton consumed by the world for the lust 07 years. America sent to France last yea: 514,000,000 itoiinds of bacon, 84,- 0(10,000 jioiimls of hum and 81,000, 000 jHiuuds of pork. The largest passenger engine in the United States belongs to the Cleveland, Columbus, Cincinnati and Indianapolis railroad. It weighs 05 tons. In certain parts of Africa cows rate higher in the market than women do. Among the Masai a woman is worth only five large glass beads, while a cow is worth twice that number. The total European beer produc lion is 06,125,000 barrels a year. The figures do not look so enormous ‘ in cuin|>arison with a total beer con- suniptiou of 30,000,000 barrels in jtbe VwN Statab I f— THE PHOSE CP PCETnY. Hli poem bad been writ And broturbt him geld. Puled fall of loity thought. Of noble purpoee and Or brilUant wit. Of aentlment and muI: Of mnslc, unattnned, ll turned the inyetie key That flta the lock of wealth. It wasaplrltim Wrought In wnnlw A ttnr plucked from The aky of mind; A white rone from The garden of the heart. And yet It wet not these V To him— Between Its splendid lines He found a suit of clothes. Its periods rounded out to him A pinto of soup, A roast of beef. A piece of pie. Its rhythmic flowing foot Won shoes for blnu Its soul Wont to bis stomach. And Its aentlment Qaro him n bed on which to sleep • And dream tho port's drrnm: Its measure and its melody. Its wnklng nnd its wretchedness. —Will J. Isimptnn In Now York Hun. A MAO STOKER’S WILD RIDE. rutted the Throttle YYItle Open and Toro Headlong to Death. On Wednesday morning last there started from the station at Padua, on the Bologna railway line, a goods train that should have reached Bo logna in the evening. There were on the engine the driver and stoker, both natives of Bologna. On the train arriving at Poggio Renatico, a small station close to Ferrara, the stoker found some means to get rid of the driver. Ho told him that the station master wanted him. The driver, as he afterward assorted, loft the train without the slightest suspicion of anything. The stoker then, without being seen, detached the engine from the rest of the train, put on full steam tnd started off with the engine. Ho Sed the spring of the whistle down in such a way that the engine ca- '•ecred along at always increasing peed, whistling all the time. Ho Jlso kept filling up the furnace, so that there was no chance of the engine working itself out. The en gine at a tremendous pace passed through five stations. The Bologna papers say that for those who witnessed the mad race of the engine, going to certain ruin as it rushed through the different stations, the spectacle was terrible. At all the stations the officials rushed out nnd made signs for him to stop, at the same time turning on all the danger signals. The stoker, how ever, stood calmly looking out of the cah of the engine without taking the slightest notice. At the different crossroads the men appointed to bar them when the trains passed, on hearing the whistle, were able to do so in time, or some bad accident might have happened. Telegrams were immedi ately sent to the station at Bologna warning the station master. He at once had the principal line cleared and switches put on which would turn the engine on to a side line. The engine soon appeared at full speed, and men were stationed along the line to call out to the stoker to stop or to throw himself off the en gine. He stood there, however, look ing as pale as death, but only smiled at the shouted warnings of the men. He calmly walked along the side of the engine and placed himself on the standing board in front right under the funnel. A moment after ward the engine dashed into a rail way carriage that had been left on the side line. The crash was tremendous, the carriage was smashed to bits and the engine damaged in such a way that it had to be broken up. The stoker was fonnd under the debris fearfully crushed, hut still alive, and was taken to the hospital. It is sup posed that he had gone suddenly mad. It seems, as far as can bo made out by what he said, that his intention was to commit suicide iu that horri ble manner because he was mixed up in a theft of 10 francs and was afraid of being found out—London Tablet Why It Is “• Tabby Cat.” Borne writers on tho curiosity of animal nomenclature tell us that the reason wo call a feline of certain markings of color a “tabby” cat is because Tabitha was the goddess of the crooked clawed species. Wag ner’s “Names and Their Meaning,” although it has a splendid depart ment on tho nicknames of birds, does, not refer to those applied to tho ani mal species at nil, therefore it will bo of no use to consult that work to find out why a “tabby” cat beam its unique name, or why a “Jerusalem” donkey is so called. In a curious old work (printed in London in ItiOf*) entitled “Names Ap plied to Animate Things,” I find tho following, which seems to explain the tabby cat enigma: “Tho tonne ‘Tabbio Cat’ is derived from Atab, a famouse streotein Bagdad, a cittie of the Orient This strecto is inhabited by tho manufacturers of a silken stuff called ‘atabi,’ the wave dmarkings of the watered silke resembling a cat’s coat. From that we call all cats so marked ‘atab,’ ‘atabbie,’ or simply “tabbie’ cats.”—St. Louis Republic. A Cry in the Night A MOTHER ! x -i A Wakes to Find Her Little 1 One Strangling. Sho Saves its Life by the Prompt Use of Ayer s Cherry Pectoral The following is but one of many testimonials, showing tbe great value of this emergency medicine: “One of my children li:ul Croup. The case was attended by our physician, and was supposed to be well under control. One night 1 was startled by the child’s hard breathing, and on going to it found it strangling. It had nearly ceased to breathe. Heali/.ing that the child’s alarming condition had liQcoine possible in spite of the medicines given, 1 -easoned that such remedies would lie of no avail. Having part of a bottle of AYKlt’S Cherry Pectoral in the house, I gave the child three doses, at short intervals, and anxiously awaited results. From the moment the Pectoral was given, tho child’s breathing grew easier, and, in a short time, she was sleeping quietly and breathing naturally. The child is alive and well to-day, and I do not hesitate to say that AYEK’S Cherry Pectoral saved her life.”—C. J. Wooldkidok, Wortham, Tex. Ayer’s Cherry Pectoral Prepared by Dr. J. C. Ayer & Co., Lowell, Muss. Prompt to Act, Sure to Cure A y*-, V * ijfej r - i*• w-*,\RJ *• r-j ■ ’ ' , 4 .. \ ^ v V' : f) \ ft; .•! f ■ n V M I " : •• \ i U n 1 ■! ! \.:i fer (infants end ChiJeSi —/ “Cftfcto'/ia is K) well adapted to chiMrcxi that fi Casori;. mw, f<* t rcconuucLti it.'is to.';nyprescription j v T'. ‘ cuowutomc.” TI. A. Artcxti.R, II. 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