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A LOVER'S COMPLIMENT. The girl with the freckled face is now fash ionable. Fsishion Paper. He fondly gazed in her freckled face, Then an arm he placed about Her waist, and gave her a fond embrace, And called her his pretty trout. Into her face u. red flush came, And her eyes with tears grew dim, As she said, "why call me such a name?" And she turned her back on him. "Oh, to praise his girl is a 1over"s right," He said, "and a lover's duty, And I called you a pretty trout to-night Because you're a speckled beauty." Boston Courier. A QUAINT PEOPOSAL. The lilac bush beneath the south window of Willow Brook Farm's wainscotted parlor nodded gracefully as a tiny zephyr swept gayly by, waft ing far and near its incense of new mown hay. In its wake fluttered a purple and golden butterfly, to poise a moment upon the window's ledge, then to soar boldly forward until it lit upon a curious old vase beside an organ, whose yellowed keys gleamed softly in the half-darkened room. The butterfly and the vase mirrored them selves in the polished oak floor, and if the range had been right they could have repeated the picture in the shining surface of each article of furniture. A younggirl was the sole occupant of the room, with the exception, of course, of the butterfly, who had winged his way to a small oval mirror and was busily making his toilet, as his com panion, humming a merry tune, dusted carefully a squatty teapot, whose fat little spout and comic tout ensemble at once inspired a longing for tea brewed in such novel quarters. At that moment a voice calling "Marthy! Marthy!" echoed through the house, followed by "Run quick; old Tim's in the cornfield, and my hands are all over dough!" Hastily replacing the ancient heir loom on a spindle-legged table, the young girl darted from the room, while the butterfly, startled at its toilet, spread its wings and floated swiftly out into the sunshine again. Snatch ing a snowy sun-bonnet from its peg in the hall, Martha flew down the gar den path across to an adjacent meadow. In her hurry she failed to notice a gentleman slowly advancing in her direction, until two masculine hands stayed her progress. With an exclamation of surprise, Martha raised her pretty blue eyes and met a pair of decidedly good look ing brown ones, gazing with evident appreciation at the dimpled, blushing face, from off which the sun-bonnet had slipped, disclosing a crop of red dish golden rings lying close to the finely shaped head. "I beg your pardon," murmured Martha, the blushes and dimples wax ng deeper, "but I didn't see you, I was in such a hurry." "Don't mention it. Wouldn't have missed the the pleasure for anything. I I like to be run into," averred the gentleman with considerable empha sis. Such a rippling laugh as bubbled over the lips of Martha at this speech! which she hastily apologized for with: "I didn't mean to, really; but what you said sounded so odd." "You couldn't do it again, could you? I assure you 1 never appreciat ed being a odd until to-day. I" "Oh, the cow!" exclaimed Martha, suddenly recollecting her errand. "I forgot all about him," and away she sped, the gentleman hurrying after, repeating: "Cow! Himl Let me help you. I I really am very clever with cows. In fact I would like to make them a study." However,Jwhen the field was reached no cow was to be seen, and remarking that doubtless some of the hands had ousted old Tim, Martha turned her steps toward the house, thinking the. gentleman would proceed on his way. To her astonishment, however, he kept along by her side, observing: "Are you acquainted with Willow Brook Farm?" "Why, yes; its my home. I was born there," answered Martha, sur prisedly. "Happy farm! I mean a it must be a lovely place. You see, the fact is that is, I have a note for Mrs. Dun can of Willow Brook Farm." "My mother!" ejslculated Martha, opening wide her blue eyes. Whereup on the gentleman scanned with newly awakened interest a square envelope he had extracted from his breast pock et, as he added. "I amanold I should say my moth er is an old friend of Mrs. Duncan's," making a rough calculation of the length of time it might take, all things favorable, to place him on equally as Sood footing with the daughter, while lartha's thought ran very much in this wise. "Would be nice looking if he wasn't so sallow. Wonder if mother will ask him to make us a visit. I never hparrl her speak of an old friend that had a son. By this time they were proceedingup the path that led to the farm's pretty rose garlanded porch, and having ush ered the gentleman into the parlor we nave allready been introduced to.with a demure little courtesy and the words "I will send mother," Martha left him. In a few moments a comely, rosy cheeked woman came hurrying into the parlor with: Good afternoon, sir, Marthy tells me you have a letter for me from an old friend." "Yes, from my mother," and the gentleman held toward her the letter. Having read it through, interrupted with exclamations such as "Bless me!" "Who'd have thought it?" Mrs. Dun can, her pleasant face deepening into a smile ejaculated. "So you are little Paul Dorsey. My! J how time flien. When I last saw you, you were only a little shaver. It must be nigh onto fifteen years ago. And to think of Lucindy's remembering me all these years and sending her son to see me. Not that I have forgotten her not a bit. Only with one thing and another one hasn't time to think much of old days. Yon see your ma and I went to the same academy, and we thought a sight of each other; only somehow after both of us married we sort of drifted apart. Your ma she married a wealthy city man, while I got married to a well-to-do farmer, and so gradually we each went our own way. Not to forget each other though, as you sec. and now, my dear, excuse the liberty, but it conies natural like.being your Lucindy's son, I'll send one of the men down to the village after your trunk, and you'll just stop along with us and be as welcome as my own son, if I had one, and Marthy and I will do our best to make you comfortable," and motherly Mrs. Duncan laid her hand with an approving pat upon Paul Dorsey's slightly stooping shoulders, while he, coloring somewhat, endeavored to thank her for her warm hospitality, but was cut short with: "Bless you, its no put out, we have lots of room, and it will be real pleas ure to me to see Lucindy's son mak ing himself to home in my house." And thus it was that Paul Dorsey became a guest at Willow Brook Farm. That evening after her visitor had retired Mrs. Duncan said to her daugh ter. "Poor, young man, he hasn't got a bit of appetite. I don't wonder Lu cindy is fretted about him. She writes that he is always that taken up with books, that she can hardly ever coax him to go about with young folks and enjoy himself. I've been thinking Marthy, if you was just to kind of make believe you need his help now and again about the garden and such, it would do him a sight of good, and he'd never suspect it was for the sake of his health," and Mrs. Duncan laughed a low, pleased laugh, at the thought of thedeception, while Martha exclaimed: "Why mother! you are getting to be aregularconspirator. But I am afraid it won't work, he's so so odd." Paul Dorsey had been told to make himself perfectly at home; so the morn ing after his arrival he withdrew from the breakfast table to his own room, and forthwith commenced to unpack his books preparatory to a good day's study. Everything was at last ar ranged to his satisfaction, but some how his thoughts were strangely wan dering this uay, although not a sound disturbed the the cool quietness of his surroundings. A pair of blue eyes seemed to glance mockingly from the musty pages hefain would master, and he caught himself repeating aloud the old-fashioned name of "Marthy," which took unto itself the sweetest of sounds by reason of its connection with so pretty an owner. Suddenly, with a thud, the book fell from his hand, as, exclaiming: "By Jove! that's her voice," Paul Dorsey, with one stride, was at the window making sad havoc of the dainty dimity curtains with his clumsy hands. Martha, accompanied by a tall, stalwart fellow, was passing down the garden path, her infectious laughter floating merrily upon the balmy air as shechatted away to the young man at her side, who appeared to be enjoying the subject under discussion as herself. Ae they disappeared from view, Paul, rather a blank look, resumed his seat and sought to apply himself to his interesting tasK, but not with the old ardor did he work, and for the first time that he could remember, he list ened anxiously for the bell to summon him to luncheon. The days slipped into weeks, and still Paul Dorsey remained a guest at Wil low Brook Farm, audit became no un usual sight to see him obediently fol lowing Martha's directions concerning tne uprooting or certain weeas, or the fastening of some vine more secure ly about its support. An honest, brown tinge had replaced Paul's once sallow complexion, and the books well, they had become sec ondary, a more potent charm having outrivaled them. Mrs. Duncan con gratulates herself upon her happy fore thought that she was working such a change in her friend's son, and Martha admitted with a slight blush, that Mr. Dorsey was getting to be almost as handsome as her cousin Joe her beau ideal of manly beauty heretofore. The sun burned scorching hot upon the broad gravel path just outside of the farm's pretty parlor, but within that quaint room a restful coolncs held sway. Lounging idly in the depths of a willow chair, was Paul while Martha, seated at the old organ, drew from its aged keys a low, plain tive melody. As the last note died softly away, whirling round upon her seat, Martha exclaimed: "Do you know, Mr. Dorsev. von have been wasting your whole morn ing? I don't believe you have look ed at a book for two days" thislast, it must be owned, with a slight air of triumph as she continued, penitently: "I am afraid I have been to blame, but to-morrow I will leave vou free to spend the whole day with your books, for Cousin Joe has promised to drive me over to Dapleson to do some shop ping." "Hang Cousin Joe" "Mr. Dorsey!" from Martha's as tonished lips. "I beg pardon. I really I hope you will have a delightful time, Miss Dun can. I assure you I shall a enjoy it immensely, being left to my books and confound it! Excuse me I " And ere Martha could reply, Paul Dorsey had left the room. "How queer he is," soliloquized Mar tha, as Paul's departing footsteps echoed through the hall. "I don't see why he should dislike Joe so; Joe is al ways such a favorite with everyone. x nope j. naven t onenaea him. 1 am sure I didn't mean to." And with rather a puzzled look upon her fair young face, Martha closed the organ. That evening as Martha stood down by the meadow gate caressing old Doxey, the mare, her quick ears caught the sound of a familar tread advanc ing to wards sr, and a moment after a voice exclaimed: "I am an idiot, Miss Martha, but I! I hope yowwrill forgive me. Icouldn't bear the idea of his monopolizing yom all day. I; know you could never think of an old: book worm like myself still I I have been very happy, and;I forget sometimes that that there-is-sucha difference between us." Martha's, cheeks had been growing rosier and rosier, while a strange, wild joy surged through her veins, as she answered, ber tones trembling slightly. "Since I can remember cousin Joe and I ha v been playmates, and since father died he has been so good to mother, helping her about the farm and in every way, that he has beeome like a son to her, and as dear- as a brother to me. Dear Joe! I don't know what we should have done-without him." She paused, the tears gathering in her pretty eyes. Paul drew nearer, then hesitated, as Martha continued. "Joe is engaged to my dearest friend, and they are to be married in just six weeks." "I am awfully glad I mean I wish them joy, and all that sort of thing," and Paul Dorsey advanced still near er the little figure into whose eyes a sweet shyness had stolen. "Marthy, do you think there is a ghost of a chance for me? As it ismy first attempt at anything of the kind, perhaps you will sum it up leniently, and make my sentence as easy as you can," then gathering courage from Martha's half averted face, and the extreme pinkness of the one visi ble ear, he laid his hand caressingly upon hers, adding: "Marthy, do you think you can for give me for for loving you?" "Why should I forgive you for what I have done myself?" came the low answer, followed naively by, "But 1 did not know it until to-day, when I thought I had offended you." "And and you don't mind my be ing odd or or anything?" stammered Paul, in his excessive joy. "You are not a bit odd," was the in dignant reply; "I wouldn't have you a bit different," and Martha shyly touched the coat sleeve in close prox imity tD her waist, irom somewhere in the region of Paul's waistcoat pock et a muffled little voice might have been heard ejaculating. "Oh, Paul! somebody is looking?" "I hope they are," was the auda cious reply, succeeded by a second disappearance on Martha's part. A weekorso later a stylishly dressed, middled aged lady was sitting tete-a-tete with Mrs. Duncan, who was ob serving: "Deary me, Lucindy, you've no call to thank me. I had nothing to do with it. Not but what I am real pleased that your son and my daugh ter should come together; but I had no more thought of it than yourself." A slight smile stirred the lips of Mrs. Dorsey as she remarked: "You are just the same as ever, Mary. Well, if Martha only turns out half as good a woman as yourself, I am satisfied that Paul has won a treasure." "And he'll never forget, mother, that he pwes that treasure to you, for if you had not sent him to seek out your old friend he'd have remained a bachelor to the end of his days," in terrupted a masculine voice, while a girlish treble exclaimed. "Oh, Paul!" the rest of the sentence being lost by Paul daringly sealing his bethrothed's lips with his own. An Apple Farm. Mr. Prescott Williams of Williams burg, Mass., is the owner of an im mense orchard, probably the largest in the New England states. The or chard was set out nearly 20 years ago, ana has been in bearing tor many years, although the present is the largest ever grown. Mr. Williams es timates the crop at 2,500 barrels. Three hundred and sixty-two trees, it is estimated, will yield six barrels of armies each, of which 300 are Bald wins, 16 Northern Spys, 16 Hubbard- ston s JNonesuch, 10 Hhode Isiand Greenings, lO Lady Sweetings, six Congress, four Roxbnry Russets, mak ing a total ot 2,172 barrels. Hun dreds of trees yield one, two or three barrels, but these are not included in the count. A number of trees will give 15 barrels, and others eight or ten barrels of apples each. The orchard occupies a rocky slope ot common New England farming land. When Mr. AVilliams began setting and bud ding trees many years ago, the old farmers laughed at him, but he per severed in his plan, and for a long time has expended, more money in dressing for his trees than the average farmer clears for his entire farm. The orchard at present is a mag in ifi cent sight, the apples large, fair and of a brilliant color; the yield is probably the largest for the area in the history of New England. The trees are prop ped to keep the limbs from breaking off, and the trees are free from worms, being protected by troughs of kero sene oil about the trunks. Marriage in Pennsylvania. A new marriage law will go into op eration in Pennsylvania on the 1st of October which requires a license which can be obtained only after answering questions on the following topics: 1. Full name of man. 2. Full name of woman. 3. Relationship of pen. Lies, cinier uy uioou or marriage. 4. Age of the man. 5. Age of the woman. 6. Residence of the man. 7. Residence of the woman. 8. Par ents' name man. 9. Parents' name woman. 10. Guardian's name man. 11. Guardian's name wom an. 12. Consent of parents or guard ian. 13. Date of death of man's for mer wife, if any. 14. Date of death of woman's former husband, if any. 15. Date of divorce of man at any time. 16. Date of divorce of woman at any time. 17. Color of Darties. 18. Oc cupation of man. Occupation of woman. The clerk of the probate court must ask these questions, and will be liable to fine if he does not; while a false an swer will subject either party to thf penalties of perjury. UP IN THE CLOUDS. & Trip Across South Amerim Climbing Ove-r the Andes Among tiie Grandest Scenery In the World MknataMa Over For Miles High. Cor.. Chicago Inter-Ocean. He who wishes to make- the journey frem Chili to Argentine -Republic and the east coast of South , America, has a choice of routes. He may go to sea, around through the Straits of Magel lan, which will cost hiai fifteen days' time and $200 of money, or he may climb over the Andes- on the back of a mule, a journey of five days, three of which only are spent in the saddle, amid some of the grandest scenery in. the world. The highest mountain in the West--srn Hemisphere is Aconcagua, in Chili, which rises 22,415. feet to the north- ward from Valparaiso and Santiago, and in plain view from both cities when, the weather is clear. Chimborazowas for a long time supposed to bo-the king of the Andes, and in the geogra phies published fifty years ago is- de scribed as tha- highest summit iUithe world. No one has ever reached the peak of either-mountain, owing tothe depth of snow and impassible- gorges,, but recent measurements taken by means of triangulatien, give Aconcagua an excess of about 2,000 feet over old "Chimbo." Scientists have reached an, attitude higher than the summit of either in the Himalaya mountains of India; where Mount Everest is claimed to rise between 27,000 and 30,000 feet. Humboldt made Chimborazo famous, and very few travelers have gone be yond the point he reaehed; but no serious attempt has ever been made to explore the summit of Aconcagua, as the Chillanos do not often go where their horses can not carry them. In mountain gloom and glory, Chimbora zo is said to surpass all rivals, stand ing, as it does, within sight of the sea, and surrounded by a cluster of twen ty peaks, like a king and his counsel ors. But Aconcagua is grand enough and has nothing near it to dwarf its size. The latitude in which it stands, brings the snow line much lower than upon- Chimborazo and the other peaks or Ecuador, which are almost upon the line of the equator, and the purity of the atmosphere gives the spectator an opportunity to see its picturesque ness at a long distance. From Santiago, Chili, there is a government railway as far as the town of Santa Rosa", passing around the base of Aconcagua and furnishing the traveler with one of the most sub lime panoramas of mountain scenery on the globe. At Santa Rosa mules and men are hired to ride over the Cumbre pass to Mendoza, on the sastern slope of the Andes, to which a railroad has recently been opened by the Argentine government. Here one can take a Pullman sleeper and ride to Buenos Ayres, as comfortably as he can go from New York to St. Louis, and the distance is about the same. This railroad was opened in May last with a grand celebration,in which the Presidents of Chili and the Argen tine Republic, with retinues of officials, participated. The event was as im portant to the commercial develop ment of Argentine as was the opening of the first Pacific Railway to the United States, as it opened to settle ment millions of square miles of the best territory in the republic and fur nished a highway between the two seas. The people 0t &5 United States have very little conception Ol yrni l sg on down in this part ot tns world. They do not realize that there is here a republic which some day is to rival our own a country with immense resources similar to those of the United States, situated in a corresponding latitude, prepared to furnish the world with beef and bread, and stretching a network of railways over its area that will bring the products of the pampas, which correspond to our prairies, to market. The geography publishers do not keep peace with the development of this part of South America, and to present accurate accounts of its con dition, they should be re-written every year. Who knows, for instance ex cept they who have been here, that a man can ride from Buenos Ayres across the pampas to the foot-hills of the Andes in a Pullman car? An American merchant, Mr. Bowers, formerly of Boston, got a contract re cently to furnish the schools of the Argentine Republic with text books. He ordered many thousands of the latest issue of the most revised geo graphy from the most enterprisine Eublishers in New York. When the ooks came he looked them all over and immediately shipped them all back. Why? Because these modern geographies represented the Argentine Republic as it was fifty years ago; and the people would have been insulted had they seen what was said of them. In the first place this country was called "The Argentine Confederation" and stands as such upon most of the modern maps. The geographer did not know probably that a bloody war had been fought to determine that the Ar gentine Republic was not a confedera tion, but a Nation, with a big "N." It was like callinp the United States "the Confederated States of America." Then, again, Buenos Ayres was put down as a city of 75,000 inhabitants. when it has 400,000, and is as proud of its growth and greatness as Chicago. There was not the sign or mention of a railway, when the Argentine Repub lic has as good and extensive a rail way system as Kansas and Minne sota. The President of Chili attended the ceremonies at the opening of the rail road, with his cabinet, and toasted the success of the rival republic across the Andes, but he didn't like it a bit. The road now runs to the boundary of Chili, but will not go any farther. The gap of 150 miles over the mountain passes might be easily supplied, bat the Government of Chili will not allow it. They do not want easy communi cations between the two nations, be cause the resources of the Argentine are so much greater and attractive and so muchroorweaisily developed that thac poor oiiUhill; would move over as the. poor of .'the old world are coming tot seek homes. ins the United States. From. Aprii) to November the moun tain passes are blockaded with snow, and it is-aliways dangerous and often impossible tO) make the journey. Na tive couriers who use snow shoes, go over tha- year around, carrying the mails,. and! find refuge in "casuchas, oof hollows o' the rocks during stormSv Sometimes, often, indeed, they perish from exposure or starvation, or pea?--haps are-buried under the awful aval anche. The passes are about 13,000 feet high, and are swept by winds that human endurance can not survive. During the summer the journey is de iightediand although attended by many discomforts, has its compensations to those-who are willing to rough it and are-fond of mountain scenery. Ladies often? go and enjoy it. Not long since a party of thirteen schoolma'ms from the United States, who are down here teaching under contract with the Ar gentine government, crossed the moun tains, to Chili, and had a lovely time." Plenty of mules and good guides can be secured at the termini of;the rail ways, but travelers have tio carry their own food and bedding. . There are no hotels on the-way, but only "shacks" or log houses, which furnish nothing but shelter.. Yery often people who are not accustomed to high altitudes are attacked with a disease called "sirroche," from, which they sometimes suffer severely. It comes in the form of dizziness and! pain in the head, with vomiting, and! so suddenly that people have been: konwn to fall off their mules and be seriously injured. The road is always dangerous, cling ing to the edge of mighty precipices and upon the sides of mountain cliffs, and only trained mules can be used on the journey. During th winter season the winds are often so strong as to blow the mules with their burdens over the precipices, and leave them as food for the condors that are always soaring around. These- birds know the dan gerous passes aad keep guard with the expectation oi seeing some traveler on mule go tumbling over the cliffs. There are some bridges, too, that must be crossed whose- construction is not sat isfactory to nervous men. They are made of cowhide stretched across the ravines after the manner of modern suspension bridges, and the floor path, just wide enough for a mule to pass is laid of the branches of trees lashed to gether with hides. Travelers usually dismount, and lead their mules when they cross these fragile structure's for the hide ropes which are intended to keep people from stepping off, do not look very se cure. The oscillation of the bridge is very great, and a man who is accus tomed to giddiness will want to lie down before he gets half way over. It is rather queer that so few accidents happen, and when they do occur it is usually because a traveler is reckless, or a mule is green. The foxes some times gnaw the hides, but no accidents have occurred from this cause for many years. The journey on mule-back usually takes five days of travel at the rate of thirty or forty miles a day, but good riders with relays of mules often make it in less than three days. Longchap ters might be written to describe the scenery of the mountains, which is as sublime as can be found anywhere, and the whole route is historical, as it has been in use for centuries. There 13 scarcely a mile without Some roman tic association, hot a rock without its incident, and tradition, incident and romance line the path before the Span iards conquered the country, and Don Diego de A.lniago crossed it 15Ji as he passed southward to Chili afte the conquest of Peru. 55 ter An Object Lesson. From the Chicago News. "Papa, how do nations get into war with each other?" asked Tommy Sea sonby. "Sometimes oneway, sometimes an other," said the father. "Now, there are Germany and Spain they came near getting into war because a Span ish mob took down the German flag." "No,my dear," put in Mrs. Seasonby, "that wasn't the reason." "But my darling," put in Mr. S., "don't y ou suppose I know? You are mistaken. That was the reason." "No, dearie, yofi are mistaken, ft was because the Germans- "Mrs. Seasonby, I say it was be cause " "Peleg, you know better. You are only trying to " "Madam, I don't understand that your opinion was asked in this matter, anyway." "Well, I don't want mv bov intrude .j 1 1 1 - - ea oy an oiu ignoramus. "See here vou imDudent " "Put down your cane, vou old brute. Don't you dare bristle up tome, or I'll send this rolling-pin at your head, you old " "Never mind," interrupted Tommy, -j. guess 1 Know now wars begin." LOCOLN 'FKIISND. making High Officials and Ladies Stand I Asidv. Correspondence Boston Jonrnal. George Clark, am eccentric man in , humble circumstaaaces, was an early friend of Lincoln:,., who subsequently removed to New- England. He met Lincoln in Boston during a stumping tour in the east.- A few years passed, and Mr. Lincoln was the man of the: hour. Clark, whenever I met him, was talking about him. "I can have any office I want,.'.'" he said emphati cally; "Abe - will look out for me." I thought him a dreamer, and, like all bis-acquaintances, doubt ed his claim.,. Shortly after Clark said he was going t have an office, and then in order to get it he must have $12 to pay his fare to Washington. I told him it was a useless undertaking. He laughed, a me. Abe would not re fuse him anything he asked. H had made up M&mind to have a post office. I told him .that $12 would only pay his fare, and that everything was so high and i the hotels so crowded that he could atot live twenty-four hours in Washington. Again he laughed in my face,. and then said: "What do I care for-high prices and hotels? Abe'll take care of me. All I want is money enough to get there." Half in earnest, half in jest, the mon ey was raised and Clark weat to Wash ington:. A. reception was taking place at the Whiite House, and a man oi his plebian appearance was not only "out of place," but was hustled! about in an unceremonious manner and in one way and another deterred bom approach ing Mr. Lincoln. Clark's patience under the embarrassing situation served him &r more than an hornr, when hunger and anxiety about a place to "put up, for the night" caused him to lose his, discretion and become desperate. Mounting a chain just as the foreign minister was approaching Mr. Lincoln, he sang out, "Abe! Abe!" Mr. Lincoln instantly recognized the speaker. The passing pageant of chivalry and fashion became to his mind like the unreality of a dream from which he had been suddenly aroused and in all the bril liant assembly he only saw George Clark, the- man who had shared with him the hardships and privations ol frontier Kfe in the days of small things. "Mak way for my friend," exclaimed the President, and the surprised ladies and gentlemen paused in astonishment as Mr. Clark approached Mr. Lincoln and was received with a cordiality and warmth of greeting that had not been accorded any other guest of the eve- A few minutes later Mr. Lincoln ex cused himself from the recepjtion, and passed into another room with hia old friend and closed the door. The scene that followed is known only through Mr. Clark, and as he was in clined. somewhat to exaggerate circum stances, it must be considered with some grains of allowance. Mr. Lincoln, so Clark repeatedly told his friends, was as familiar and off-hand as in their youth. He leaned against the wall and laughed. He wag like -an overjoyed boy. "You don't know," he said, "how glad I am to see you. The face of an old friend is like a ray of sunshine through dark and ominous clouds. I've shook hands till I'am tireder than I was splitting rails." He inquired where Clark was stopping, and if he had been to sup per, and when Clark told him he was "Stopping with Abe Lincoln and hadn't had anything of any account to eat : -w home." he ordered the -t a t. ucai iiie vvmuexxuuse anoruw be- Pat Donan's Wild Shriek. From His Speech at the Tennessee Banquet. Earth's two greatest oceans, 3,000 miles apart, shall roll up in thunder ing oratorio their echo of the high and glad refrain; the vastest gulfs and grandest lakes in all creation shall join the chant; river after river, huge rolling floods, shall conspire to swell the giant paean; Superior's waves, old Mississippi's torrents, Niagara's misty thunders shall roar it far and wide; the hurricane, crashing through ten thousand mountain gorges, from the Alleghanies to the Cordilleras, from the Adirondacks to the Sierras, shall chime it; the raging blizzards, hurling six-inch hailstones on sky-bounded ana norizon-ienced Nebraska plains, shall whistle and rattle it; the cata mount shall shriek it, the prairie wolf shall howl it, the lone owl hoot it.and the grizzly bear shall growl it; and the burden of it all shall shall be: "Ameri ca for Americans! One country, one flag, zwei lager from Greenland's icy mountains to Darien'sgolden strands! E. Plnribas Unum! Erin Go Bragh! Now, henceforth and forevermore, world without end amen, a-women I fore him while he returned to "finish up the business he had in hand." Finally he told Mr. Lincoln the object of his visit and solic ited the 'Lawrence ostmastership. Mr. Lincoln laughed at him and said: "You ain't quite up in education, George, to take that kind of a job. But I've fixed you all snug and right. Take this letter." The letter was ad dressed: "To the Collector of the port of Boston." Clark presented himself at the custom house one morning, and upori being snubbed by one or another - . , j t . 1 n-n i. . wnen ne lnuuuv -i ful wiwior, re marked that he huC friend Abraham Lincoln, the gentleman for whom he had in quired. J5 This opened the doors. The letter said, in substance: "The bearer is my friend George Clark. Give him the best position he can fill. If he fails in one place give him another." The Collec tor settled him as watchman on board vessels in the harbor a berth in which he could sleep as much as he liked $1,200 a year. I oln, addressed to in President Lincoln's Visitor. Mr. Lincoln was quite ill early the winter of 1863, and was not clined to listen to all the bores who, called at the White House. One day J'ust as one of these pests had seated limself for a long interview, the Pres ident's physician happened to enter the room, and Mr. Lmcoln said, hold ing out his hands: "Doctor, what are those blotches?" "That's varioloid, or mild small pox," said the doctor." "They're all over me. It is con tagious, I believe," said Mr. Lincoln. "Very contagious, indeed!" replied the Esculapian attendant. "Well, I can't stop, Mr. Lincoln; I just called to see how you were," said the visitor. "Oh, don't be in a hurry, sir!" plac idly remarked the Executive. "Thank you, sir; I'll call again," re plied the visitor, executing a masterly retreat from a fearful contagion. "Do, sir, saw the Inresident. "Some people said they could not take very well to my proclamation, but now, I am happy to say, I have something that everybody can take." By this time the visitor was making a desperate break for Pennsylvania avenue, which he reached on the double-quick. Ben: Perley Poor in Sunny South.