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IHD I.IKD OF MY HKA15T. MAIDEN S SOLILOQUY. Somebody to love! If I only knew Where somebody lived That would love me too, Somebody whose heart Was warm and strong; Somebody to watch me And help mo along Thejourney of life, And stand beside My form at the altar, And I it bride. Somebody to love! If I could but daro To think of a lover. My love to share, To go with me Adown the glade. And through life's troubles With me to wade; Somebody to share The bitter and sweet; Somebody with smiles My face to greet. Somebody to love! If on life's way A lover beside my path Would stray, And drop in my ear The tender word Of love, like the whispering Of a bird; New life, new beauties Would come to me, And the bird of my heart Would be set free. Frank Myiitle. LITTLE MITTS. all crvmg, 'bar! bar!' ' - workmen engaged in it learned the art --"She thought the "baa of thesheep , i Europe, and they are still few in was the cry of "bar! bar! which fret- ; number. There are only from seven- Tolrt by an English Toll-Gnte Keeper. There is one night, a winter night, I shall never forget. It was wild and clatter y, and the win dows of my little house by the toll gate shook and shuddered with the weather-ague. After midnight there came in a hand some man with a soft voice. He want ed to wait for the early morning mail coach, he said. He was showily dressed, with a great glossy plume on his peaked hat. On his velvet cloak, with cherry-ripe lin ing, was silvery lace. He was very easy and frank, and he pleased me much. "You must be lonesome here, old gentleman," he said, in a musical voice, "since you say you have no wife or child. If you had a little prat tler here, I guess you would be good to it?" "Of course I would," I returned, and then we both drojiped into a drowsy silence, and listened to the low wood-chuck-like singing of the greenwood sap. I was the first to speak. "Mister," said I, "It isMone of my business, but excuse me Si ask what is your occu pation?" "Oh, certainly," he replied. "I am a travelling wizzard, a conjurer a tra gedian at times. I live upon the whims of the public." Soon after I stretched out, and was just going off to sleep, when! heard a queer noise, a noise like the cry of a child, where my filagreed gentleman saf. "What is that, sir?" I inquired. "I am doing it for my own diver sion," he explained, so I won't drop' to sleep and losethe coach. I am also a ventriloquist. I can imitate a pee vish child to perfection." "Go ahead," said I. "Soon," said he; and presently; if I ever heard a tired child, it seemed as if I hear one then, and the last I re memberbefore I fell asleep, was hearing faint cries, growing fainter, of "lather!" "mother!" When I opened my eyes again, the gray face' of dawn was at the window, the snow was clicking upon the door, the coac-hhadeomeandgone, and gone too wasrmy fantastic gentlemae! But there was something strangely warm near my face and neck. ' ' ScatT' ' I cried . thinking o I d ptiss h ad crept near, as the room grew colder towards un orning. But instead of a cat, there lay the brightest! little girl, in a blue hood and mink wraps, thelittlegirl my finegen tlemanliad all the while under his cloak, w&en he was pretending ijo be a ventriloquist. "Hooray!". I shouted, nervous and bewildered. "What, door name?" demanded. Blue Hood. "Caleb ''Mittens, "I replied, as -meek before this babe as if it hadbeenPresi dent to the Turnpike Company. "Caleb Mittens, Caleb Mittens" lisped the little thing. "Then I must be Little Mittens Little Mitts; doo must call me Little Mitts." "All right'! Little Mitts it is," nsaid "Doo ifl'doing to:be dood?" fcrrther inquired Little Mitts. I promised to"be dood," and from that moment and tihis promise the child clung to ijue like a slender vine with creepers. one went nearly wilb. over the 'a- j dities of the old toll-house; the smuff- I colored cat,the brass-headed andirons, and particularly the. tall, moon-faced, old-tashioned.clotk. "I know," she chipped, "w'ydo make that clock -stand qp and fold its ihands intheeorner. It a'vnt been nice, and it's got to stay there and count .ever so many before it can come down and play." I held her to the Window, to see the snowflakes sifting steadily down. A0 Mittens!" ehe exclaimed, laying her pink palms together like mated sea-shells. "See! see! Tike world is fill ing up with white flies .and milters!" In the window iight I had a fairer view other pretty faee. Upon the matter of eyes, nature seemed to have been undecided, for one eye was sky-blue and the other a good black. One day I asked her about it, " 'Tos," explained Little Mitts, "my mamma has blue eyes, and my papa black, and I was my mamma's and papa's girl both." But beyond the color of the eyes, and "a great big, ever so big, house among high trees," her memory did not go in the recall of the events of her mysterious babyhood. From the first time she saw the toll bar swung, it became to her a source of boundless delight, causing her often to shout and dance with a glee that was almost a rapture. Every passer through the gate, hu man or animal, interested her, and was interviewed by her. Once a sheep herder came up, with several hundred heads, whereupon she ran to me, ra diant with surprise, and shouting, "0 Mittens, come out! come out, quick! There's whole big lots of great poodle dogs at the gate, and they are all in a hurrv to get doo, 'tos they are CUTTING DIAMONDS. FOKTESCUE'S SOKE THBOAT. From the New York Times. Within the last few years the art 01 cutting and polishing diamonds has greatly advanced in America. Not many years ago few uncut stones of considerable size were imported, and in proportion to the number of gems brought here diamonds in the rough were few and almost always small. There seemed little to gain in introduc ing an industry which could apparently be prosecuted at much less cost and therefore more profit in Eurojie, where i1; was solidly established. The growth of the industry here has been very gradual. Nearly all the ful people make when they are anx- lou to get through. Well, the rest is sad enough, and I can but make it short, for it is too dreadful to dwell upon. Little Mitts grew yearly taller and handsomer. Everybody said she would make a splendid woman, ven if one eye was black and the other blue. 1 could never wean her from tending the toll-bar. "Young ladies," have no business tending toll-gates." "I'm not ayounglady," she declared, laughing until both eyes became the same color, and that color the jolliest blue. "I'm your Little Mitts for life and in death." But darkness was nigh. One fearful night Little Mitts sat up with me later than was her wont. There had been robberies in the neighborhood. "Mittens, dear," she inquired, "aint you afraid of robbers? You have no heln at hand but slender me, and it is generally known that you have saved I money", and that it is in the house," "I have not the least fear, Little Mitts," said I, reassuringly, and then she kissed me good-night and clung to me with a tenderness unusual even for her, before she went to her bedroom out of the toll-house. Later than midnight I let in two powerful-built mendetectives, they ; said they were, searching for soldiers. They had crape drops over their faces, "to keep the sleet from their j eyes," one of them explained. " I turned to give the fire a jog, at which one of them thundered, Now, then, old man, pass over all yon ready cash!'' I turned and looked at them. Each ! was covering me with a revolver. "Never!" was my reply. "I had j rather die than lose all I have, in my old nge and feebleness." "Click! click! went their pistols, as they slowly pronounced, "One!" A gust down the chimney drove the smoke into the room. "Two!" There was a light step. Some one entered. "Three!" Isawaflash, I heardaloud report, an oath, and a wild cry, and then there came a swift roll of smoke, i The smoke of the chimney and guns was lifted by a gust of wind from the door. I saw a white figure falling. It was lit tle Mitts, shot through her bless ed body. She had come to save her old, worthless foster-father's life! Then the fire flared, and the room was still. The ruffans must have fled, 1 for I saw them no more. Kegardless of all else, I carried her to the bed, and bent over her. No one hot God who knows the vast depths there are in stricken human nature, knew how I felt. "Kiss me, Mittens, dear, she gasped; "and have no heart of fear, for the road I am going to stretches out fairer i and brighter before me and oh, the j golden gates are opening! Kiss me farewell, dear old father and" the I golden gates fead opened. She was dead. I have never been able to unravel the mystery of her abandonment in her ; early childhood, but I still try to keep the promise I made her "to be dood," j hoping some 'day her little hands may open the golden gates and let the old gate-keeper pass through into that world she saw in her vision. Youth's Companion. Origin of he "Winchester Rifle. New Haven Palladium. A pistol of -decidedly clumsy ajpcar. ance, and with fully as much brass as steel in its .composition, was left for a few minutes at Klock's drugstore, with several other articles, by a gentleman who had some errands to do before taking a horse-car from the corner, and who asked permission to temporarily relieve himself of the load. During bis absence several visitors in the store handled the weapon, which, although it wasnot loaded, didnodamage. The peculiar make was the subject for con jecture for some time, until the pistel was shown to a leading military man, who immediately recognized it as onef the Tyler Henry patent. "This pistol," said he, "works on theeame principle as the Winchester magazine gun. Oi course many improvements have been made since this.pistol was manufactur ed, but the principal features are the same. Thousands upon thousands of dollars have been anadefram the inven tion, but the inventor rejeived little benefit from it. 'The late O.F. Winches ter began the ehirt:business many years ty-five to one hundred diamond cut ters in the country. With the excep tion of a few in Philadelphia, and pos sibly a couple in Chicago, the diamond cutters in this country are confinedto Boston and New York. The work pays well, though not so well as might be imagined. In Europe an apprentice to a diamond cutter serves from five to seven years. At the end of his term of service he may be a mechanic, but often he is not. The work requires keenness of sight and delicacy of touch, as well as what is termed a correct eye. It is only within a short time that the work of the eye has been lessened by the introduction af a gauge invented by Mr. Morse, of Boston, and called the Morse gauge. This, according to diamond cutters here, has not been introduced, or at least adopted, in Europe, where they still depend upon the eye for accurate measurement. The strain on the visual organs in cutting stones of small size must be very great, yet comparatively few of the cutters use artificial aids to the eye. A cutter who had been working at his trade for nearly fifteen years was rash enough to boast recently that he could cut a diamond one sixty fourth of a carat in weight without any artificial aid to his natural sight. In America apprentices serve for three years, but like their brethern in Europe only a moderate percentage becomes skilled workmen. When the African diamond fields were discover ed the market value of the gems drop ped suddenly, and there was a large demand for stones of all kinds and sizes. In Europe cut ters were in such a demand that from 200 to 500 guld ens a week were offered for their ser vices. When the market steadied wages droppsd, and European work men now receive from $20 to $i0 per week, though but few receive the lat ter rate. Wages here range from $52 to $60 per week. The rules which govern a diamond cutting shop are much the same as those in force in jewelry manufactor ies. In the morning the men receive a certain number of stones. Before they leave the shops, even for a minute, they must account for everything en trusted to them. A diamond cutting establishment is a hive of industry. The cutter works by hand. The pol isher is aided by machinery. The cut ter kills two birds with one stone by cutting one diamond with another. The stones in the rough are unsightly looking objects. The ordinary pebble is quite as pretty, and to the unini tiated a lot of uncut diamonds looks as much like bits' of gum arabic as anything. But even the uninitiated are likely to observe that most of the stones are octahedron in form. Color less spinels, pieces of quartz, topaz, etc., have the same form, so that much care and knowledge is re quired in buying rough diamonds. Hard as the diamonds are an unex perienced workman can cut and polish from two to four carats in a day. Much depends upon the quality of the stone. If it has a knob or a cavity in it much time .is lost itsurmountingthe difficulty. Sometimes this is impossi ble, and a fair sized stone may become almost valueless from some imper fection other than color. Diamonds of less than a carat are seldom or never cut here, and in a majority of shops nothing less than two-carat stones are handled. As labor is cheaper in Europe than here, it is most profitable to buy small stones already cut and polished. They think nothing on the other side of the water of cutting diamonds which weigh ten to the carat. Diamonds so infinitesi mal that it required 1,500 to weigh a carat have been cut in Europe. When the number of facets on each are con sidered some idea can be obtained of the delicacy of the work. A breath would scatter a package of swob, di minutive sparklers. They are some times used for jeweling watches, though rubies are preferred. The implements of the cutter are few and simple. He has a little brass bound box, sabout four inches square, open at the top. It is furnished with two small uprights, against which he rests his hands when at work. He takes two diamonds and fastens them on to two "sticks." The head of the stick is hollow and resembles an in verted bowl. The bowl is filled with cement. It is heated until it becomes soft. The diamond is inserted into the cement, with one of the covers ex posed. When the cement has cooled j each "stick" is furnished with a dia- I mond. The cutter dons leather half- j gloves, and oaa his right thumb he wears a stall. Taking a stick in each the garments, which his wlfe.and other j rd, he brings the exposed points to- j women put together. The business gradually increased jmtil Winchester & Davies built for flh'irt manufacturing gtther and rub" them, one against the o&her, until he has produced a flat sun-face, a facet. By this means a fac- fih. l.arfre factors n Court street. The ! etihas been cut on each stone. Hence -i -t i m i tt i ! SirfdRP t.riA PYnrpecinn ' Tti inr.ii.1 iirai prospered, and when Tyler Henry produced his magazine- pistol, tie went . IT' ' 1 1 , 3 " raw. wincuesier, as a leauing capi ta'list and manufacturer., and propos posed to sell him the patent for $ 1 5,- j 000, Mr. Winchester offered himsSSO, 000, brat tine offer was xehieed. ftsnry afterward offered to sell for $40000 j and Winchester offered hint $25,000. No sale was made then; nor Safer when S the invention was offered for 20,0&0 arose the expression, jJi&saond. The associated press was formed in 1855 :bj the daily papers of New York, in order to distribute the telegraphic news most expeditiously. It gradually extended to other cities, until now it embraces every city of importance. The association has agents and re- to the capitalist, who fenced hi j K''tran tby teleaph I X?ZlJU?S i to all its members. In this way III j ter bought the patent, paying Henry 1 think, only 9, oOO. The hrst guns were made on the moel known as 1866. Other models have been mace since but all conform very nearly tc the original Henry model." members of the association receive the aame news abont the same time. It ; costs a great deal of money to ktepup J the organization, and each paper be- i longing to it must pay its share or for- t feit the franchise. ' It was a delightful morning in early spring; a gentle wind baressed the ten der leaves which had burst forth in the night; a bird twittered now and again ' with that peculiar clearness of sound that only the first birds of the season seem to possess, and the sun had sent his heralds of the dawn far in advance long lines of yellow, purple and crim 1 son, with tender pink and blue still higher in the sky. i Mr. Fortescue had risen early on pur pose to feast his eyes and mind on the beauty of the landscape, and stood lost in thought at his dressing-room win dow. A plain business man,a thorough going man, his neighbors called Ned Fortescue; but he had an artist's eye and a keen poetic instinct. But suddenly his face clouded he had heard a sound that he understood only too well. A harmless noise you would have thought it merely a slight ! jar of iron against wood as Mrs. Fostes cue turned the bed-key. "She's taking down our bed, as I'm ! alive!" soliloquized Mr. Fostescue. I "That means house-cleaning, and no ! peace for a week at least. What can be done? Is there no way out of it? I'm sure every carpet in the house was lifted last fall." The husband stood looking out of the window, but no longer heeding the sunrise he was re i volving a plan. "I'll risk it!" he said ' at last, and proceeded to hunt up some strips of flannel. Just as he was swathing his throat in a long strip of I red flannel Mrs. Fortescue came to the door. I "I've taken the bed down, Ned, and ; shall set to work at once. Hear the birds! it's high time we were through house-cleaning. But, my dear Ned, j what is the matter? Don't tell me j you've a sore throat!" Mr. Fortescue nodded, pointed to his throat, and shook his head, as if solemnly to itadic'ate that speech was an impossibility. "Dear me! how very unfortunate. I 1 can't possibly clean house with you ill!" Mr. Fortesque turned suddenly to the window lest his delight should be- tray him. "We must send for Dr. Horton," continued his wife, "and you must not ; leave these rooms. I don't wish to alarm you, my dear, but you know diphtheria is so catching, and the chil . dren -" For a moment our hero wavered; he had not any idea of being quarantined. Besides, the doctor would see through i his deception. If only his wife had held her tongue for a few minutes he would have confessed his wickedness, ' and thrown himself upon her mercy; but she, foolish woman, did not know : when to keep still. "I'll tell you, Ned, I what I'll do," she went on, "if it's not i clear diphtheria, I'll just run off with the children up to Aunt Maria's, and ! then, if you are not better, I'll leave ; them there and come back. To be sure, I want to nurse you." Here was a respite! No house-clean-; ing, and a house all to himself at that I loveliest time of the year. Annie was : such a slave to her house and her chil j dren that he couldn't be blamed if she seemed tiresome once in a while! So ! Mr. Fortescue (speaking as hoarsely I as he could, and so over-acting that Annie began to fear pneumonia, and was thoroughly frightened) agreed to J take his breakfast apart from his fam ily and see the doctor as soon as pos sible. i "You'll be able to swallow a soffc- boiled egg, dear, and a cup of coffee, , won't you?" said Mrs. Fortescue: and Ned, who could have eaten three or four mutton chops with a relish, had to look ill and nod acquiescence. Dr. Horton was sent for, and came round very promptly, and, as Mrs. Fortescue was washing the breakfast china, she sent him up to see her hus band, intending to follow soon. "I'm in a pickle, and I must talk fast," said the patient, in a remark ably clear, smooth voice, "for my wife will be up in a moment. To tell the truth, Horton, I've shammed sick to get rid of the house-cleaning, and you must help me out. Your bill would have come in a month later if I had not, for Annie is always sick after a spring cleaning. Now, tell her I've got a diph theritic throat nothing serious, but that it would be safer for her to take the children to Aunt Maria's." "I know your wife too well to im agine she'd leave you," said the doc tor, "for all her devotion to the young ones." "But she'd take them there, and then I'll telegraph that I'm better, and perhaps they'll stay a few days. This lovely weather won't last a week, and then she'll be glad the cleaning is put off." Mrs. Fortescue's voice was heard giving some directions to the servant; there was onlv time for an assenting nod from the doctor, and she was in the room, anxious to learn his opinion of the patient. "Adiphtheritic throat, ma'am; there is no cause for alarm none whatever, yet what is a light attack for the fath er might prove fatal to a child." "I'll take them away at once at once! Ned, you don't think I'll neg lect you? I'll be back to-morrow, and you must telegraph to-night. Doctor, you must telegraph, and let me know the truth." The two men felt guilty as they saw that Mrs. Fortescue was really trou bled. It was only the vivid recollection of the last spring cleaning, and the belief that a few days at Aunt Maria's "would really do Annie good," that enabled Mr. Fortescue to carry out his part. As for the doctor, he assur ed her that Ned was perfectly well except for a few spots on his throat; that the quiet, and a few days rest from business, would quite set him up; and urged her to stay with the children for a day or two if he could conscien tiously telegraph "All's well." Two or three hours later Mrs. For tescue and the two children drove off to the depot, waving a good-by to "oor Papa," who stood at his win dow, the red flannel still about his throat. Dr. Horton had telegraphed to two or three of Ned's chums, and was to make his next call about din ner time, when they hoped the gentle men in question would have arrived. Meanwhile the cook and waitress were quite relieved as to master's throat by he hearty lunch he had ordered and enjoyed. It chanced that all three of the chums were able to accept the invita tion. Jack Downing could never re sist the country in such weather, and felt he could combine business with pleasure; for Fortescue had told him of the scenery about his place, and he was sure of making some skethes. Tom Bascomb was a medical student, one who often spent his Sundays at the Hennery (as the Forfcescues called their place) , and Mr. Driscombe, a hard-working man of business, was fairly shoved off by his wife, who knew how much the poor man needed a breath of real country air. "I'm on the sick list," exclaimed their host. "Nothing worth mention ing except that it gave me a chance of a holiday, and as my wife is off with the children I thought I would enjoy keeping bachelor's hall for a few days." And they did enjoy it! Jack sketched, talked and smoked; Tom refused to think of medicine or disease, kept them all laughing, and amused him self at the piano, while "dear old Dris combe," as Ned called his friend, who was a few, and seemed ten, years older than Ned, rested body, soul and spir it, enjoyingthe good cooking, the clear air, the scenery, the young man's jolli ty and his wife's letters, which arrived twice a day. "Throat doing splendidly," was the telegram that relieved Annie Fortescue on the evening of her arrival. Aunt Maria wa3 delighted to see thechildren, and made so much of Annie herself that the little woman decided not to go the next morning if the news was good. "Your husband almost well no need of nursing," was the telegram received at 10 o'clock, and then all insisted that since she had come she might as well stay. "Just telegraph to Ned that you'll stay a week now you have left home," coaxed her aunt. "You are such a slave to your house, husband and children that I began to despair of a visit. I said to Thomas only the oth er day: 'Annie'll be sure to be house cleaning if this warm spell holds good.'" "Why, queerly enough, I had be gun," said Annie. "My bed was down; Ned always knows I mean business when I unscrew that great bed of ours. How the dear old fellow hates house cleaning. No, I can't promise a week, but I'll stay on from day to day. Ned can't do without me." If she could have trat seen Ned at that moment! He was trying his hand at a water-color under Jack's tuition, while Tom told story after story that made Ned laugh so hearti ly he could not keep his hand steady. Then followed a song, Ned singing the solo, and all joining in the chorus singing is so good for a sore throat! The weather grew warmer each day. Annie's housewifely instincts co uld not resists such opportunity. Ned was, by his own account, quite well; the children could stay at Aur.t Maria's. What a splendid chance to do the cleaning! "I never knew such a succession of spring days. The weather is hea enly. It is inspiring. Why, before the rest of you thought of getting out of yoi.r beds Ned and I took a stroll, and see these sketches!" and Jack showed his studies. "Do you know, a woman only thinks of "Ned began; but he was interrupt ed; he never finished the sentence, for a figure stood in the doorway; and, as all four gentlemen turned, Annie look ed from one to the other, in very evi dent amazement, and not with evident delight. Any woman who enjoys housekeeping more than homemaking can enter into her feelings. Never had the pretty sitting-room look ed so homelike; but Annie saw only the disorder. A box of water-colors here, the portfolio of sketches there; a branch of cat kins was pinned above a picture, and in two saucers Mr. Driscombe had started some delicate ferns. "Messes," one and all, housewifely Annie called them; yet as she looked shecouldnotbeblind to the fact that "Ned" was brighter and happier than he had seemed for a year past. Even his astonishment at her sudden appearance did not bring back the clouded, repressed expressed expression so familiar to his wife; for Ned knew that, though the woman he had. chosen as his wife was a trifle too much devoted to mere externals, she was a true lady, and would notbe rude to any guest, no matter how unwel come. In far less time it has taken to write this Annie recovered herself, shook hands with thetwogentlemensheknew and was introduced to Jack Downing, of whom she had often heard. Noth ing was said of the throat, but after a private interview with Mary, the waitress, Annie, who was no fool and quick enough to learn a lesson, made a resolution She pressed her hus band's friends to stay a few days lon ger, watered the ferns, hunted up a few more catkins, and when she had Ned to herself said, very demurly, "You needn't play sick another spring, dear. I'll wait till you've enjoyed the first lovely weather before I house-clean. Ned, I do like a tidy house, but I be live I love you even better!" "Annie, I'm ashamed of myself, but I can't say I'm sorry sine eyou're so good about it. So you do see some thing good in a lovely spring day be sides an inspiration for a thorough cleaning?" "I see what these spring days have done for you, Ned; I believe you've been cleaning out the cobwebs from your brain. You must keep Jack Downing here a week or two. After all, the house need not be pulled to pieces every spring, and I'll try to put up with a few messes in the sitting room, since they make you so happy." And Annie let the bed-key rest until the following September. MYSTERIOUS INFLUENCESL Massachusetts prohibitionists will place a state ticket in the field. Dreams and Premonitions Which Io Coin to Pass Are Forgotten. "I'm going to tell you something T t j JJ ' .3 T U Llliajl D 11 Lie. oaiu Oi ILUV&IJU llltu vu other day to a New York Sun repor ter. "Yc. an believe it or not, but it's true. - have a cousin who went to Europe for her health last year. While in France she died. Comparing time between France and America, it must have been within an hour of her death that her mother, who was knit ting in the sitting-room at home laid her knitting-work in her lap and look ed up with a sort of stunned expres sion. 'Why! Alice is dead!' she said. Next day we got a dispatch by cable saying she was dead." "There was," said another member of the party, "a curious illustration of mind-reading, or spiritual telegraphy, or whatever you like to call it, during the war. You remember that thebat tle of Gettysburg was settled on the 3d of July, though Lee lay on his arms expecting another attack on the 4th,. and began his retreat that night. The surrender of Vicksburg occurred on the 4th. Gettysburg and Vicksburg are 800 miles apart, or perhaps more, and no telegraph message had been re ceived at Gettysburg announcing the surrender of Vicksburg at least, it there had been, it could hardly have reached headquarters before sundown on the 4th. The 12th corps had been drawn up in line on the afternoon at the 4th with a view to changing posi tion, and was standing at 'in place, rest,' when one of the soldiers ex claimed: 'Vicksburg's taken! " The', word passed down the line, and a cheer broke from the troops. That news and the certainty that Lee had sustained a severe defeat put new life into them But when an attempt was made to trace the news to official sources it couldn't be done. That soldier 'felt it in his bones,' and had spoken right out. Next day dispatches arrived that, proved that thesoldierhad spoken th. truth." "Yes, those things are unaccounta ble," said a third speaker. "The in- be so very important, either. I re member that my father was sitting sn i his library one afternoon, when he -,aIj- Atif Ilia ,tor.l- Ir-,trQI c. 'rt anil said: "E will be here in ten min utes. E was his brother-in-law, who lived in a neighboring town. and. though hecalled frequently he was not expected that day. After he had. spoken, my father seemed rather sur prised at himself, and laughed a lit tle awkwardly. My mother asked how he knew t hatE would be there., and he said he didn't know, he hav, spoken on the impulse of t he moment.. Sure enough,in ten minutes the bell rang. E was at the door. He liad only come to dinner, and his visit was not important; but he had somehow. projected his personality ahead oi him." fioil ei frtm-flr CirTVt or-o rno lTr ia V rxfl: a thing as seeing beyond the limsfc oi human vision. I'll tell you a littio circumstance that I can swear to, and then let's talk about something else. r i . i-j tt a , x was ju years oiu iittu no tswr idea of going to .London than L ad ot going to Nova Zembla. I knew prac tically nothing about the eity. One night I dreamed that I was there in a. park facing some public buildings, and over the trees and roofs at the right were the tower of Westminster abbey and parlia ment buildings. That night an im portant letter was on its way sum moning me to London. I went there, arriving just as the man who had writ ten the letter was leaving his housefor a walk. I saw my trunk safely stow'S-d,. and then went along with him. We strolled out to St. James' park tohcar a band play. At one point in thepark I looked behind me, and there was the. picture Iliad seen in my drsam3 tree?5 towers, public buildings, and aH. Before Iwent there Ihadn't the slight est iiiea, how the ratv was rruilt. iPar aught I knew St. Paul's Westminster abby, Temple Bar, ar.ri the British museum stood in a row on one stireefc. How did I manage in a dream to see- . i i : i .1 : . ' r oi t T i niose DuiKunua l'JjSL oi ou. .James nm just in the position and size, shapo., and color that they really haya?."' A GOOD HORSE STORY. A Story Abont Argyle, the Lively 1'acer From the Spirit of the Times. "Pilgrim," who picks up many a. good story in the course of his peram bulations, writes from Chicago." "One morning not long ago Isat on--the steps of the club house and lis tened to the entertaining chat of the owners and drivers: Part of it I will tell you. One of the party, who is usually a very quiet man, edged np Ux me and said: " 'I'll teli you a goodstory about Ahr derson and his pacer, Argyle.' I braced my feet firmly, and with both ears wide open, lest I should Jose anything, 1 patiently waited the com ing of the storm. " 'You must know,' continued the orator, 'that Argyle had shown some pretty slick work, and was cocsiderocl by his party as a sure winner,and was -backed right well in the pools. The -big, ungainly New Hope nailed him to the mast in an easy shape, though Argyle was second. Well, when the second place was put upon the boards, two days afterward, Argyle wasdrawn. That was funny to me, so I just sa?r Anderson shout it. It would have kif!--ed you to have heard him talk. "You want to know why I drew my horse,"' said he, "and I'll tell you. During that fast heat the ot her day , just as we were -at the three-quarter mile pole and going a 2:12 clip, I said to a young man driving that black gelding. 'We are -going some, my boy.' That young fel low looked at me over the wheel, as cool as you ever saw ice, and answer ed. 'Oh! no we ain't. When I turn this whip around in my hand and give -him the butt, then we'll begoing some.' Now, when a country lad can uncoil; -cernedly give me that sort of talk in a red-hot race, and beat me at that, I have had enough of him. and won't start against him." And he didn't. . either.