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THE LOKDS OF LABOB.
' They come, they come, In a glorious march,
You can hear their steam-steeds neigh,
As they dash through Skill's triumphal arch,
Or plunge 'mid the danciDg spray.
Their bale fires blaze in the mighty forge,
Their life-pulse throbs In the mill,
Their lightnings shiver the gaping gorge,
And their thunders shake the bill.
Ho ! these are the Titans of toil and trade,
The heroes who wield no sabre;
But mightier conquests reapeth the blade
That is borne by the Lords of Labor.
Brave hearts like jewels light the sod.
Throuan the mists of commerce shine,
And souls flash out, like stars of God,
From the midnight of the mine.
No palace is theirs, no castle great,
No princely pillar'd hall;
But they well may laugh at the roofs of state
'Neath the heaven which Is over all.
Ho! these are the Titans of toil and trade,
The heroes who wield no sabre ;
But mightier conquests reapeth the blade
Which Is borne by the Lords of Labor,
o
Each bares his arm for the ringing strife
That marshals the sons of the soil,
And the sweat-drops shed in their battle of life
Are gems In the crown of toil.
And better their well-worn wraths, I trow,
Than laurels with lite-blood wet;
And nobler the arch of a bare, bold brow
Than a clasp of a coronet.
Then hurrah for each hero, although his deed
Be unblown by the trump or tabor.
For holier, happier far is the meed
That crowne-th the Lords of Labor !
James Mcfarlaiie,
FINDING MAMMA.
and
How Snsie Searched for Her,
Where She Foniid Her.
"As for man, his days arc as grass.
As the flower of the field so he flour
isheth; for the wind passeth over it,
and it is gone; and the place thereof
shall know it no more."
"Men go to sea, and never return.
It may be the prince of a nation that
the ocean wraps in its chilling waters;
it niay be an unknown stowaway, dis
owned and dishonored. Death comes
to all alike. His stealthy tread ad
vances often unheralded. It therefore
becomes ,us all, in whatever age or
rank of lite we are, to be prepared.
'As for man, his days are as grass,' "
repeated the minister.
Would he never stop? Susie knew
he had been talking for at least three
hours. In reality, the poor man had
just commenced liis sermon; but there
was no denying the facts, that it was a
very warm da3', that the pew had a
very hard seat and a very stiff back,
and that Susie was a very little girl.
Her feet didn't come near the floor.
In fact, the seat was so high that it
was as much as grandma could do to
touch hers. Grandma sat in the cor
ner and Susie at the end of this old
fashioned pew. They always went to
church together since mamma died
and papa went away in the great ship
with the patch on the sail, that Susie
and grandma watched out of sight.
Grandma let Susie sit in the end be
cause it made her feel so important,
and sometimes had the effect of keep
ing her still. But to-day poor little
Susie didn't know what to do. She
looked around the little church. It
-seemed as though nearly all the old
folks had erone to sleep, but, of course,
they hadn't; it only looked that way.
Then she watched the grandfather
long-legs on Deacon Dodd. He
crawled slowly up the deacon's stiffly
starched Sunday collar. The deacon's
hair, stiff and straight with Sunday
oil, just met the colar; so Sir Long
legs had little trouble in mounting to
the deacon's bald spot, in the center
of whicn he stopped to rest. Susie
thought that if his body was only a
little larger, and his legs a great deal
longer and spread out evenly over that
shiny bald place, he would look just
like the black lace crown of Mrs. Dea
con's white bonnet. He didn't grow,
however, although Susie watched him
for fully a minute. So she turned her
attention to Elder Brown. Why did
he nod so slowly and reverently at
everything the minister said, and then
ferk his head back suddenly and look
around at the congregation? Susie
thought that it was very considerate
in him to nod assent so affably to all
the minister said, and concluded she
would do it too. So she wagged her
little head slowly and solemnly for
ward and back. But what was the
ase? It made her dizzy: besides, did
minister notice such a little girl as
she?
She glanced out the window. O, the
blue sky, the golden sunshine, the
green grass, and the many colored
flowers outside! A rose vine, claniber
ing up the old church wall, peeped
-saucily in, and shook two pink roses
at Susie. It seemed as though they
blushed and smiled at her alone,
and the leaves were just so many
fingers beckoning to her to come out
side, away from the sleepy deacon,
the tiresome sermon and" the stiff
backed pew.
"'If I could only go," thought Susie.
"I don't believe the minister would
sare. I don't believe he cares anything
about little girls at all. He isn't talk
ing to me, anyway. He says: 'Men
are like grass.' I'm not a man. I
don't believe I'm like grass, either.
&ly dear mamma never said so. She
called me 'a butterfly,' 'a rosebud,'
and her 'own sweet birdie. ' O, mamma!
mamma, why did you die and leave
mc all alone?"
Two great tears rolled down Susie's
cheeks, and left two spots on her Sun
day dress. A gay bird lighted on a
tree near by and chirped, and whistled
and flew away. Susie heard him, and
aonld see through her tears that the
roses were still blushing and beckon
ing more smilingly than ever. She
glanced at grandma. The old lady was
fast asleep.
"She won't care, anyway," thought
Susie. "I'll meet her at the door when
shurch is out, and it will be all right if
I take her hand and walk home with
her."
Down to the floor slid two little feet,
and tip-toed noiselessly up the aisle,
while a very short distance above them
shone two bright eyes, glancing quick
ly from side to side. But no one saw
the little girl, and in a moment she.
stood on the church steps in the free'
air and sunshine. Having come thus
far, she did not care about goinc far
ther, but sat down on the steps , and
listened in a dreamy way to the min
ister's voice, which was only a fa'.nt
njurmer when it reched her. "But just
ns her head was drooping in sleep a
little dog came down the street. He
was a funny little dog, with a yellow
and white coat, bright black eyes, a
short, stubby, independent tail, and a
general air of importance. He stopped
in front of Susie, wagged his taiL
barked in a friendly manner, and trot
ted briskly away. He did not go far,
however, but came back and repeated
his attempts at making friends.
"Do you want me to come with you,
doggy?" asked Susie. Doggy barked
"Yes," so Susie walked down the
steps, and the little girl and little dog
were soon tripping down the street
like old friends.
A Sabbath stillness was in the air;
no stir of human industry marred
the restful quiet; only the soft
music of birds and insects and
breezes playing with leaves and grass
blades. "Doggy, I wonder if we can't, find
mamma. Grandma says "she's gone
away beyond the sky,' and lots of
times I've tried to see her;' cause, you
know, doggy, I think, may be she
looks down at me sometimes.
Shouldn't you think she would? But
I've never seen her yet; for a day like
this, when the blue shovvs so plain the
sun is always so bright it hurts my
eyes, and when it rains the clouds hide
the sun, they hide away the pretty
blue, too; so of course I couldn't see
her then. Isn't it too bad, doggy?
But look, doggy! Way down there in
Deacon Dodd's meadow lot the blue
sky comes right down to the fence,
and may be mamma'll be watching for
us, and lift us right in."
Doggy listened very intelligently to
all this, and when his little friend hast
ened on, he kept close behind her. On
and on they hurried ; but when they
reached the place the poor little feet
were very tired, the little shoes were
very dusty, there was a great tear in
the little dress where a cruel thorn
had caught it and had scratched one
little hand, too, and there were tears
in the pretty blue eyes when she said:
"O, doggy, isn't it too bad? It isn't
here, after all, but way over by the
woods, and I'm awful tire.l; aren't
you, doggy?"
Doggy sat down in a crestfallen
manner. Susie certainly looked very
crestfalleij, but in a moment she
brightened up, saying:
'Never mind, doggy: it isn't so very
much farther, and when we get there
we'll be sure to get rested. I m afraid
it'll be harder to climb up through. I
don't know as we could climb a tree,
but maybe there'll be a stump we can
stand on, and mamma'll reach down
and take us. I know she'll reach down
if we can't climb up, and when she
holds us we'll be sure tt get rested. I
never used to get tired at all when my
mamma held me, but I'm tired so
much since she went up there."
"O, hurry, doggy!" cried Susie.
"Those ugly clouds have hid the blue,
but perhaps we can see it in the
woods."
But when they reached the woods
poor Susie sat down in despair. She
was tired and hungry, it was getting
dark, and the rain kept falling faster
and faster.
"O, doggy!'"' she sobbed, "it's no
use. I've lost my mamma and can't
lind her, and now I believe I've lost
grandma, too."
When the sermon was ended and
the closing hymn was given out, Su
sie's erandma was surprised to miss
her. After the benediction, she spoke
to a number of people about it. "Where
can she be?" was asked by all, and
several commenced a search for her.
When the storm came up more people
started out. There was no evening
service at church, for by that time the
whole town was aroused, but the min
ister's prayer, "Our Father, watch
over and guard the lost one, aid and
comfort the sorrowing ones looking
for her, we pray thee, was echoed by
many hearts.
It was morning when they found
her, very wet and fasHasleep. Ten
derly the little figure was lifted and
carried gently home, the L'ttie dog
following sorrowfully, with down
cast head and drooping tail. Loving
hands laid her on soft pillows, rub
bed the tired, cold little feet and
placed cool cloths on the hot head.
All that day and night she slept,
and her dumb friend watched mourn
fully beside her with grandma and the
doctor, pricking up his ears and wag
ging his tail intelligently when the
red lips murmured, as they often did;
"Almost there, iogg3'; 6urely we are
almost there;" or, "We'll lind her
soon, doggy; yes, very, very soon."
Dawn came. Everything seemed
more beautiful after the recent storm.
The rain had dusted and polished the
leaves till they shone and glistened in
the ga)', bright sunlight
A sunbeam stole through the shut
ter, kissed the curl by Susie's cheek,
and crept across her closed eyelids.
They opened suddenly; but the blue
beneath them had a far-away look,
and the little girl seemed listening to
a voice no others heard. The watch
ers looked on in breathless silence.
Her expression became more atten
tive, more rapt. "Almost there, dog
gy; don't you hear her call us?" Sud
denly she gavo a joyful cry, "O,
mamma!" and then more faintly,
"My own dear mamma!" The lids
once more and forever hid the lovely
eyes beneath their snowy covers; the
roses left her cheeks; but the smile
rested on the silent lips. The little
hands folded contentedly together, as
though clasping unseen but well
loved lingers. A soft sigh and Susie
had found her mamma. Carrie Clark,
in Interior.
Statistics about Insanity.
Twenty years ago the number of in
sane persons in the United States was
only 24,042. In 1870 it reached 37,432.
and in 1880 treatment was required
for 91,950 lunatics. From 1870 to
1880 the increase of insanity was near
ly 150 per cent, while that of the total
population was about 36. The pro
portion of the isane is greatest in
New England, while the increase has
been most rapid in the Western States.
In the State of New York there are
thirty-five institutions for the care of
these unfortunate people, accommoda
ting 11,343 patients, while it is said
there are 4,000 provided for at home.
In America, apart from several largo
county asylums, there are eighty
State and forty private institutions for
the care of the insane, with a proper
capacity for about 40,000 , but contain
ing 52,192, thus leaving probably 45,
000 to be cared for elsewhere.
CLfilOSITY COLLECTORS.
A Denver Dade Who has a. Collection of
Japanese Fans.
Some people have, mania for wast
ing, others for saving. There have
been misers and spendthrifts since the
world began and will be until it ends.
Although the accumulation of wealth
I is perhaps the strongest in the majori
i ty of people who strive to possess
j something, yet there are many who
I possess a mania for collecting
odd and curious art'cles of more or
I less value. Many persons of wealth,
! whether they have taste or not
j af e fond of spending their money for
I alleged works of art, objects of vertu,
; bric-a-brac, and, in short, anything
j which will lead the masses to believe
them connoisseurs. Others, with mo
I derate means and taste, by the judio-
kms expenditure of their means, can
j secure objects to beautify their homes.
I not deform them. Any one with the
j least shrewdness of observation will
I admit that the old adage, "There is
no disputing about tastes," is strictly
i true when he encounters half a dozen
collectors of something or other.
Although the feminine portion of hu
manity is supposed to be essentialy
weak When it comes tocollec-tmg trit'.es
as light as air. yet there are men with
as much, or perhaps greater, vanity
than the softer sex. Perhaps there is
not a girl in the city who hasn't her
room decorated with plaeques, picture
cards, chronios. or something of the
kind, but there is a young, dudish fel
low, clerk in a dry goods store in Den
ver, can carry off the plam. His ma
nia is Japanese fans, and his room in
one of the blocks in the city would be
well worth 25 cents admission to see.
The coiling and walls are completely
hidden by lans of all shapes and sizes.
The head and foot-board of his bed are
radiant with Japanese beauties, daub
ed on cheap paper with cheaper pa nt
A young lady on Champa street has
a crazy quilt made from the silk lin
ings of 300 dismantled hois yielded to
her clutching fingers by adoring
swains, who woie perfectly willing,
when solicited, to give up the bright
est thing about their heads. But she
has done the fair thing by the boys,
and every square bears the autograph
of the man to whom the lining of the
hat belonged As she sleeps under
the quilt she certainly has pleasant
dreams.
Another young lady, also on Cham
pa street is a collector of hanker
chiefs. She has laid her male friends
under contribut on, and woe be to the
i young man who exhibits a handsome
wipe in her presence. Just how many
I nose muzzlcrs she has no cne knows,
but she appeared at a fancy dress car
I nival one night in an elegant gown
j made entirely f hankerchiefs.
It ie a common thing for many
! voung men to adorn their rooms with
the pictures of actresses, who they
palm off on the unknowing as young
lady mashes, but in marked contrast
to the dude with the fans and tbe oth
ers of the same ilk struck on photo
graphs rs a young man, not excessive
ly muscular in development, who is
struck on pictures of prize-fighters and
athletes, and his room is plastered
from top to bottom with the mugs of
short-haired gentry.
And still another young lady this
one lives on the west side is a bangle
fiend. From wrist and neck and waist
dangle bangles, principally silver
dimes, but here and there a a:old dol
lar, each and every one with the mon
gram'of the donor upon it
The lady is young yet, but if she
continues through fife to have as good
luck as she has had during the past
two years, it will not be long before
she will be worth her weight in gold.
She evidently has a practcal turn of
mind.
But your small girl and small boy
are your inveterate collectors. A girl
generally commences on a string of
spools, then has a string of buttons,
and when a little older has picture
cards, making life rather wearisome
to those from whom she levies tribute.
It may be added that no girl between
the ages of (5 and 12 years considers
herself excessively happy unless she
has a small bag of assorted beans.
Everything is grist that comes to the
small boy collector. Marbles, tops,
kites, balls, strings, knives, and a
thousand and one things which would
go to swell his pockets and make him
feel that he is the proud possessor of
something his playmates haven't The
rage for collecting postage stamps is al
so a trait of numerous small bovs, and
a Denver lad who has applied himself
asiduously to the task for three years
has a colloct'on which would make
him moderately wealthy- were it not
that they are all defaced.
Another boy has a collection of
knives, and how he has managed to
secure 400, as he is only 10 years of
ago, is a marvel, yet he has them nev
ertheless, and is fond of exhibit ng
them to other boys, taking care that
none of them are pocketed by admir
ing kids.
The true collector, whether of cost
ly curiosities or trash, must have a
touch of madness in his bra n or :s a
genius in his line, as he applies him
self so attentively to the one thing that
his mind becomes brilliant at one
point of action. '
A Louisiana negro is reported by a
Southern paper to be a great snake
fancier, but his fancy gets no farther
than their heads. In his cabin he has
over 1,000 heads of snakes and other
raptiles. The heads are all tacked to
the walls and he is as fond of exibiting
his treasures to his visitors as a pom
pous, well-fed gentleman is of display
ing the gems of his art gallery.
One of the queerest geniuses of the
genus collector is a junk dealer on the
West Side. Plying his occupation he
has secured quite a number of quaint
and curious things, but he is always
ready to sell any and every thing but
his collection of bottles. He has a
variety that would bring him a con
siderable sum of money were he to dis
pose of them, but this he refuses to do.
He has them piled in fantastic rows in
his back yard and has made the his
tory of every bottle a study. For in
stance, he will point to a bottle that
once contained Aver's sarsaparilla, and
will tell in his broken English who Ayer
was. how he came to be a manufactur
er of patent medicine. The man is a
walking encyclopedia on bottles, and
would take a long journey for a bottle
of a strange shape if he thought it
had ever contained anything from
which he could weave a history. His
friends laugh at him over his mono
mania for bottles and call him a bottle
maniac, but he goes on as undisturb
ed as if he were accumulating gold by
the cubic foot
The collector, toy or girl, man or
woman, probably supplies a vacancy
in the W'orld, but if he were to disap
pear it is not probable that he would
be missed. It would be like putting
your finger in a bowl of water, draw
ing it out and looking for the hole.
Some Other Heroes.
Poet Bun.
There is something wrong in the es
teem in which heroes are held by the
people. That is, the hero worship
seems to be confined to soldiers. Sol
diers who are heroes, who risk their
lives and live, or die, are entitled to
all the taffy that they receive, but there
are other heroes who should be men
tioned occasionally. Within the past
two weeks a dozen firemen have rushed
into burning buildings to save life and
property, and they have gone down to
a more horr.ble death than a soldier
often suffers, and aside from the pub
lication of their names in the papers,
spelled wrong, nothing is heard of
them. It is bliss for a soldier to be shot
through the head or heart, in battle,
compared to the death of a fireman in
a burninsr building. Soldiers who go
into battle once in a life-time, with a
chance that one cut of forty will be
killed, arc bravo. There is no doubt
about that, and the praises that are
sung of them are not out of place. But
almost every day firemen go into more
dangero'is. places than soldiers ever do.
Tho soldier who is crippled has a rea
sonable assurance of receiving a pen
sion. If he is killed his family gets
the pension, and his body may be
burled in a national cemetery, and a
monument be erected to his memory,
while poets sing and orators orate of
his bravery. The tireman goes down
with a burning build ng, his black
onod remains are put in a box. his
brother firemen chip in towards fhe
funeral, his widow takes in washing to
support the children, and ten chances
to chmj, if the fireman is killed in the
middle of a month, the common coun
cil of his city kicks on paying his sal
ary beyond the time the walls fell.
Thero is no pension, no monument, no
poetn. no oration, nothing but oblivion-
The fireman who is ready to risk
his life night or day to save a barn
with a horse in it. or a house with wo
men or children in it, and who does
risk his life a dozen times each year,
receives about the same pay that a po
liceman receives who never risks his
life except from sleeping in the open
air. The clerk who measures calico
gets more salary than the tireman. In
most cities these brave and noble men
are on a par, in the way of salary, with
tbe street car conductor. Citizens
who are protected in the'r lives and
property by the blue-coated firemen
do not know one when they meet him,
and they never visit the engine house
to get acquainted. A hero who is as
brave and devoted and as self-sacrificing
as any- hero of the war may be liv
ing in two rooms in the same block
with us, using his small salary to sup
port and educate a family of children,
and we don't know there is such a
man. We may hear that such a man
has died of consumption, contracted
by hanging to a ladder on a burning
building in the most inclement night
of winter, and a-nde from being sorry
we do not investigate to see if the
family is left destitute. A fireman is
run over and killed by his engine, and
we have road of his death, and wonder
if we ever seen him. Every city should
pay her firemen well, hire them as
long as they desire to work, and pro
vide for their families when they die.
Latest Styles in Bracelets.
Jewellers' Circular.
The bracelets worn to-day are in re
markable contrast with the old fash
ioned chain manacles and stiflj broad
bands of former . times. The latter
were valued chiefly according to size
and weight, while the present styles
include only such as are delicate and
dainty in construction and of artistic
2attern and finish. Numbered with
new things attracting deserved atten
tion and promising to have a long run
are elastic reversible gold bracelets.
These bracelets are composed of little
box-shaped sections strung together on
a gold wire spring, and so at ranged
that the; bra clet can be slipped over
j the hand with perfect ease, antl yet a 1
! just it.-elf closely to the arm when in
place, By this arrangement "trouble
! some fastenings are entirely dispensed
with, and there is not the slightest
! danger of losing the bracelet from the
! arm. In addition to th merits of flex
ibility, durability and elasticity, is tho
fact that these bracelets are reversible.
They are equally well finished on both
sides, and show two distinct styles of
finish, affording two bracelets in one.
For instance, the block j attern sec
tions on one side may present the
'crackle'' or "bark" finish, and on the
other a plain or etched surface; or
again, gems may appear on one side
for evening wear, and a plate surface
on the other for less ceremonious oc
casions. The bracelets are as readilv
turned as are a strand of beads on a,
rubber cord, with the advantage of a
durable gold wire coil in place of de
structible rubber.
Meat Food for Nervous People.
Pork is good for nervous people,
but is not easily digested. Wild game
is excellent Fish is good for nervous
people. Eggs boiled ;ust enough to
harden the white are easily digested.
It is a mistake about people eating too
much. The majority do not cat
enough. iNervous dyspepsia comes
from working too hard and not eating
enough. When a man begins to suffer
from overwork he should cat plentv of
good bread and butter, dr:nk "two
quarts of milk a day, and eat plenty
of good meat. Wh n such a person
resorts to a vegetable diet he grows
weaker and loses his nerve power.
Dec. 1 has been fixed as the date for
taking the census of Germany. The
statistical bureau estimates that 1,96c,
745 persons born in Germany are now
residing in the United States.
Stories of Clever Children.
Tlnsfeys Ms-'M&i.
The coolest child I think that I ever
met was at a juvenile party. It was a
very grand affair awl the little ones
were drinking champagne, and eating
oyester pattves and other messes with
the greatest gusto.
Silent, stately waiters were moving
about, and seeing this little one's plate
empfcv, ono asked her what she would
take."
: A little twifle, if yon please," she
said.
The waiter procured it, and asked if
she would take anything with it, mean
ing a tart, or something of that sort
The lobster salad rested on the table
in front of the child, and her eyes were
attracted by the pretty pieces of pink
lobster mingling with the green let
tuce and gold and white egg.
"I'll take some of that," she said,
indicating the salad by a wave of her
lit le hand.
Tho stately waiter looked surprised,
and almost laughed.
"Lobster salad with trifle, miss," he
sa'd: I never heard of such a thing."
The child saw she had made a mis
take, and a bright blush flushed her
face; but never would she own it; but
looked haughtly up into the smiling
waiter's face, and said, as cooly as
possible;
"I always take them together."
And she ate the abominable mixture
too. without a grimace. I envied that
child.
Another child I once met never would
be outdone. She would s:iy the most
ridiculous things to prove that every
thing in her home was larger or better
than in the homes of others.
One day sho was taking luncheon
with her aunt The lettuce had been
brought to the table just cut in four
pieces, and without dressing. The
child looked at it, and smiled in a su
perior manner.
"My mamma always has the salad
cut up and dressed," she said.
Her aunt laughed, aud seeing a lit
tle stranger in the person of a tiny
sins coiled comfortably up among the
crinkled leaves, called the child's at
tention to it.
"Perhaps you don't have nice little
things like this, ,in 3"our salad," she
said.
The child looked at it a moment,
then said proudly:
"That's nothing, we have immense
slugs in ours."
I came across a little boy of a pro
foundly religious turn of mind. Noth
ing pleased him so much as being
talked to about heaven and hell, and
the angels of light and darkness.
"Mother," ho said one da3', "when
people die do their souls go up?"
"Yes. m" dear," she answered.
"And what color are they?"
His mother scarcely knew what to
answer. It's so difficult to explain to
a child, so she answered, perhaps inju
dicionsly: "The "good have white souls, dear,
and the bad black."
"Quite black, mother never spot
ted?" "No, dear."
"Not if they are only pretty good
and prett' bad, would the3- not be black
and white then?"
"I think not dear."
The bo" was not satisfied, and a
neighl:or"(Mrs. Baker) happening to
fall dangerously ill just then, he was
most anxious in his inquiries us to how
she was. and whether we should call
her a good woman. One day a friend
came in. and chanced to sa3' that Mrs.
Barker was expected to breathe her
last, every moment." The words
were no sooner out of her mouth than
Freddy rushed into the garden, and be
gun watching iurs. issuer s nouse. in
about a quarter of an hour he returned,
and electrified us with these words:
"I've seen Mrs. Baker's soul go up,
and it's piebald."
Almost the sharpest person I ever
met was a tin- girl of about five years
old. She would treasure up phrases and
quotations she had heard other people
make use of, and bring them out in the
oddest way.
One evening, her mother failed to do
something which she had been asked
to do, her father made use of the quo
tation: "'Tis foily to remember, and
'tis wisdom to forget"
Quite an hour alter the child's nurso
came to take her to bed. She walked
around the room, sa'd "Good-uight"
to everyone, then entered into an an
imated' conversaton with an elderly
man.
The nurse still stood at the door
waiting for Lhe child, so her mamma
called her.
"Baby, dc.r."
No notice.
"Baby, dear."
" "Es mamrna."
"Have 3-011 forgotten thai the nurso
is waiting?"
Such a wicked face was turned
round, such a knowing dimple played
round her lips, and lurked withen her
e' es.
"'Tis folly to wemember, and 'tis
wisdom to i'odet," she said, then ran
out of the room roaring with laughtei
at her own wit.
These four are the most droll little
ones that I ever met: not now and then
only were they funny, but almost con
tinually, and I think tney have cer
tainly the right to be called '"Cute
Kids."
Be Thorough.
Exchange
It was Carryle who said, "Genius is
an immense capacity for taking
trouble," and George Eliot, gives the
same thought in other words: "Genius
is, at first, little more than a great ca
pacity for receiving disciplina" The
most successful have always been the
most painstaking. Aprominent judge
living near Cincinnati, wishing to have
a. rough fence built, sent for a carpen
ier, and said to him:
"I want this fence mended to keep
out the cattle. There are some un
planed boards use them. It is out
of sight from the house, so you need
not take time to make a neat job. I
will' only pay you a dollar and a
half."
However, afteiward, the judge, com
ing to look at the work, found the
boards were planed and the fence fin
ished with exceeding neatness. Sup
posing the young man had done it to
make a costly job of it he said, an
grily: "I told you this fence was to be cov
;red with vines. I do not care how it
looks."
"1 do," said the carpenter.
"How much do you charge?' asked
the judge.
"A dollar and a half," said the man,
shouldering his tools.
"Wh' did you spend all that labor
in the job, if not for the money?"
"For the job, sir.'
"Noljod- would have seen the poor
flrork on it."
"But I should have known it was
there. No; I'll only take a dollar and
a half." And ho took it and went
away.
Ten years afterward the judge had
a contract to give for the building of
certain magnificent public buildings.
There were man- applicants among
master builders, but one face attracted
attention. It was that of the man who
had built the fence.
"I knew," said the judge, afterward
telling the story, "we should have
only good, genuine work from him. I
gave him the contract and made a
rich man of him."
The Hon. Josiah Quincy was at ono
lime conversing with Daniel Webster
upon the importance of doing even the
smallest thing thoroughly and well,
when the great man related an inci
dent concerning a pett3' Insurance case
which was brought to him while a
young lawyer at Portsmouth. Tbe fee
promised was only $20. Yet, to do
ins ol ents full justice, Webster found
he must journey to Boston to consult
the law library. This involved an ex
pense of above the amount of his fee,
but after hesitating a little, lie decided
to go to Boston and consult the au
thorities, let the cost be what it might.
He gained the case
Years after this Webster was passr
ing through the city of Neyv York. An
important insurance cose was to be
tried that day, and one of the coansel
had beeu suddenly prostrated by ill
ness. Money was no object and Web
ster was asked to name his terms and
conduct the case.
"It is preposterous," said he, "to
expect me to prepare a legal argument
at a few hours' notice."
But when they insisted that he
should look at the papers, he consent
ed . It was his old twentv--dollar case
over again, and having a remarkable
memory, he had all the authorities in
his mind and won the case. The court
know he had no time for preparation,
and was astonished at the skill with
which he handled the case.
"So you see." said Webster, .as he
concluded, "I was handsomely paid,
both in fame and money, fer thatjour
ne3r to Boston; and the moral is, that
good work is rewarded in the end,
though, to be sure, one's self-approval
should be enough."
Thoroughness implies attention to de
tails, neatness and method A young
man who was shrewd and exacting,
but whose business habits were care
less and unmethodical, succeeded, by
hard work and economy, in establish
ing a prosperous business, but failed
and went into bankrupted at the early
age of thirty-live because of his care
lessness in omitting to place a note for
a large amount in his bills payable.
Word That Will Not Make Ships.
There arc sixteen species of trees in
America whose perfectly dry wood will
sink in water. The heaviest of these
is the black ironwood (condalia i'errea)
of southern Florida, which is more
than thirty per cent heavier than
water. Of the others, the best known
are the lignum vita- (gualacum sanc
tum) and mangrove (hizphora man
gle). Another is a small oak (qtier
cus grisea), found in the mountains
of Texas, southern New Mexico and
Arizona, and westward to the Colo
rado desert, at an elevation of ;".000 to
10, CO" ) feet. All the species in which
the wood is heavier than water belong
to scmi-trop cal Horida or the arid in
terior Pacific region.
Wallace Ross is practicing daily oa
the Harlem river for his coming race
with Beach of England. His shell is
thirtv-two feet long, eleven inches
wide", weight thirty pounds, and is
fit'ed up with spco'n oars and Davii
locks
The Kind They Raise at Yale-
Cinctrnfiti Kn'julrt-r.
"I have another card story," con
tinued Major Calkins, "and Senator.
Jones, of Nevada, is my authority for
it. He says the incident actually hap
pened in one of the little mining towns
of his state. One night at the leading
-aloon of this little town a party of a
half dozen were playing poker.
Among the players was a nice young
fellow, a graduate of Yale College,
and a man who had been qu t suc
cessful at mining, and had at the same
!:me made himself popular w.th his
fellows. Another member of the par
ty was a one-eyed stranger, and the
l est was made" up of honest miners
about the camp. The play went on
from early in tho evening until about
midnight, and all this time the one
eyed man seemed to got all the good
hands. Several times the college grad
uate thought he saw that the man was
cheating, but he did not appear to no
tice it.
"At midnight the college graduate
rose up ai;d quietly said: 'Gentlemen,
we are all tired pla3'ing, and some of
us are about broke. I propose now
that we have a recess, and have some
oysters and champagn. After we are
thiough we will throw away these
cards, get a new deck, and see if oui
luck don't change. We will set out to
play a square game, and' (-here he look
ed hard at the one-eyed stranger as he
put his hand on the revolver at his
belt) 'and the first man we catch
oheating we will shoot out his other
eye.' Well the motion was carried,
the oysters were eaten, and the luck
did change. Hie one-eyed man lost
ever3r cehr of his winnings, and as day
light broke through tho dirty panes of
the saloon windows he arose declaring
himself dead broke."
H. H. Bancroft, the historian of
Central America and the Pacific states
is only 53 years old. This gives him
much time yet if fate spares him, iD
which to complete his herculean task.
Alabama physicians say- that pneu
monia is worse now in that state than
ever before in the.r experic nee a peri
od of thirty or forty years.