Jm tWHAT B 11 ALL I DOt I know llttlacrrt I dam Dnlu-ll, I Imoab ihnrt'aoi Full woll loo wt. Wbatalmll I do; Tall you t ThT' lad I'd Ilk to marry Whom I love well, And 1 tlilok he lovaa m Iruly But daraa not to tl I ; What ahnll I do, Know you T TVIllilmf 'Twould not I proper; UueN "Pill Kiieai well! And If you nuea oorrectly Don 'I try to Ml; . What almll I do, Think your By yoarypi you'v ueised the secret, Ah walll lla well! Aa I love you, love me truly; Now you Dium tell. Whatahall Ido Wed your 'If you try, sir. you will find Low it can bo done, said she, loftily. "And if I don't want to try?" "Then the other puppy must make Jou. Here ne is, just in time. Here, tolla. pood dog! Hi. at him, girl" And Kittv claimed her white hands to gether, and tried to whistle, as site bad seen hor papa do. to the great amusement of the gentleman. But instead of gallantly rushing to the feeding the inn!" il l- -Ail- 1 - t l . I . et . And this was the spectacle which greeted the horrified gaze of Mrs. Car rington as she stepped ou the piazza where her husband was reading and lookod across the lawn to the orchard. The tea-table was ready and she was ex pocting Kitty, "Morcy on me," she gasped. "Why, Mr. Carrington, only look! There is ac tually Kitty, with Judge Bolton's son, rl Dunraven't Ghost Story. A imitde.nt rurrv. "Where is Kitty?" inquired Mrs. Carrington, entering the room where her two elder daughters wero employed, the one in reading, and the other with & bit of fancy-work. "I really don't know, mamma," an swered Dora, looking up from her work. "I hod scarcely a glimpse of Kitty since wo came to the country. Sho appears to have tuken an al retro life, and is never in the houso except at night." "I saw her about two hours ago on hor way to the orchard," remarked Cornelia. "Bhe said she was going to fcod the pigs and would afterward toko a lesson in . milking." "I wish I could find hor," remarked Mrs. Carrington. "I am certain that eithor Judgo Bolton or his son will call this afternoon, and it is proper that Kit ty should be present. She did not ap pear on tlioir former visits." "She will shock the Judgo by her hoy denish manners, and as to his son, I do not think he will particularly admiro her. lie doesn't fancy female society, ( I've hoard, and profers his dogs and hor ses. And wasn t he a littlo wild at col logo, mamma?" "A littlo too fond of what is culled fun nothing more than that I ever hoard. Ho is a clever young man, will bo wealthy and is, next to his father, tho best mutch in tho neighborhood though, as you say, be don't apt)car to euro particularly for ladies society. 1 fancy lio looked attack, at the command of his mistress, Holla frisked up to the stranger with ex travagant demonstrations of dolight. "Oh, he knows youP'soid Kitty, con temptuously, "and so you didn't run." "Vcs, Holla knows his friends. In fact, he's my namesake an honor con ferred npon me by the admiring partial ity of Farmer Hawes." "He belongs to me now, and I mean to change his name," said Kitty, positively. "Bray don t! ion nave no idea of how musically it sounded across the fiold. I fancied some wood-nymph or dryad was calling to me. Belongs to you now, docs ho? Happy dog!" And he stooped and patted Holla's head. Kitty turned sharply. "Are you going awoy, sir, or sholj I?" he demandod. "Oh, I would not for the world incom mode you! And I beg yon to remember that I camo only because I fancied you were calling me, having probably seen mo passing. I saw you from the bank above Bray excuso tho mistake, and al low mo to wish you a good evening." And with a courteous bow, ho disap peared among the bushes. Kitty stood looking indignantly after him until ho had disappeared. "The impudent puppy!" she mur mured. "I never heard of such as surance." And then a slow smilo rippled over hor face, which sho remorselessly ekeckod by biting tho corner of her undsr red !! "Come, Holla, she called, in a sub Mr. Carnngton chuckled. "Well, my door, I don't see the harm of it, if they liko it. Though whore she could have picked him up I can't im agine" , Meantime Kitty and her companion leisurely crossed the orchard and the lawn. "Now I'll introduce you to papa," she said. "Only I don't know your last name." "Oh, perhaps ho knows it and will in troduce mo to yon. Meantime, call me anything you like. , Ho Kitty walkod straight up to her fathor, und putting her hand on his shoulder, said: 'Tana, I have had an awful fright. I was chased by a raging mad bull, and my puppy, Holla, ran away from me, and another, with the very same name, saved me, so I've brought him homo with me," nodding in an introducing manner toward the guest. "Eli ? " said papa, looking up ; and catching tho expression of the two faces before him, he fell into the humor, and so he aroso and said, with a wave of his hand toward tho waiting tea-table, "Very well, my dear, we'll food him." So Mr. Hohind Bolton sat down to the tablo with the family, and with an utter absenco of that unpleasant constraint which Mrs. Carrington had remarked in his intercourse with Miss Abbott, and, despito her vexation at Kitty, the meal passed off most agrocably. Of course this was not Mr. Bolton's last visit to tho Carringtons. Of course there wero frequent subsequent calls, "My soul and body, sir," says John, the guide, "never see such luck in all my life; most as bad as we had two5 years ago whon we was camped away down East by the head of Martin's river. You remembor, sir, the night we saw tho lit tle fire in the woods close by, whon there was no one there to make it. 'Very curi ous that was; can't make that out at all. What was it, do you think? "Perhaps ghosts making a fire, John," said I. . "Yes, sir, mebbe; some of our people believes in ghosts, sir; very foolish peo ple, some Indians." "Don't you, John?" "Oh no, sir, I never seed no ghosts. I have seen and heard some curious things, though. I was hunting once with two gontlemen near Hocky river you know the place well, sir. We were all sitting in camp; winter time, sir; protty lute, about bed-time. The gentlemen were drinking their grog, and we was smoking and talking, when we heard some one walking, ooming up to the camp. 'Hollo!' said one of the gentlemen, 'who can this be at this time of night?' Well, sir, we stopped talking, and we all heard tho man walk up to the door; My soul, sir, we could hear his moccasins crunching on the hard, dry snow quite plain. Ho walkod up to the door, but did not opon it, did not speak, did not knock. So, af ter a littlo, one of us lookod out nobody there; nobody there at all, sir. Next morning there was not a track on the snow not a track and no snow fell in the night. Well, sir, we stayed there a fortnight, and most every night we would hear a man in moccasins walk up to the door and stop; and if wo looked, there was no one thore, and he left no tracks m the snow. What was it, do you think, sir? "Don't know, John, I am sure," I said, "unless it was some strange effect of the wind in the trees.'' "Well, sir, I seed a curious thing once. Arkansas William. gave a short, sharp bark, and at tho same moment anothor and stranger unnnil sinnta minn Kiliv'a r Tf wnti a rather bored whilo talking to his statoly I low, hoarse, sobbing murmur, which duod voice, "Come, sir, and go home; and see how you got mo into scrapes wjth ig ami rjjeH( in an 0l w,jcu he I was hunting with a gentleman from aa' .. fulttllodhis promise of taking the very the old country, I think he was my bho climbed tho bank into the meadow, UCHt cnre 0f Kitty; and whon, at longth, word, sir, a long time ago, mebbo thirty the dog following witli a dejected and he asked the privilege of taking care of years or more. My soul and body, culprit-liko mien. But suddenly he nor through life, sho did not say him sir, what a sight of moose there Miss Abbott, clover and handsome as she is. And thon ho must know that all tho girls are trying to secure him, which naturally makes him a littlo shy of them." TIicho romorks were (dearly Intended as hints to hor daughters, for Mrs. Cur ringtou was a geuuino match-mnkor, and had already married off two daughters advantageously . finning tiiat the re maining elder duughtors had failed to hor. tearimr un tho earth with hoofs and u- i r. ..i.i v. ---- ijiuko mo uosireu impression on oiiuor Judgo Bolton or his son, sho hml be thought hersolf of producing Kitty, hith erto, as the youngest and prettiest, care fully kept in the background. But meautimo where was Kitty? Kitty, having filled a basket with ap ples for tho pigs, strolled arouud tho or chard, admiring tho trees and fruit, and climbed a low peach troo in order to gathor one especially fine poach for hor father. In this position hor eye was caught by a low line of green willows, bordering tho. sloping meadows boyoud tho orchard. "It looks as though a stream was there," she thought ; " und I do so love water. I dare say it is lovely under those willows. Como, Holla," calling to a littlo half-grown terrier, "you und I will go an exploring expedition together." Holla, after somo coaxing, rather sul kily obeyed. Ho was an ugly, littlo, erookod-feg, hairy-muzzled pup, which Kitty hod, on her arrival at tho farm, begged the farmer for a pet. Vet, Holla. desito all the puttings, did not take to nay. Lately, when Mr. Bolton was boasting that his wife hail accepted him on their very first intorvicw, by referring him to papa, Kitty looked around and said: "You wero an impudent puppy that day, Holla, as you are still." A True Story About Blulne. As tho Presidential aspirants loom up or rccedo, as tho tlrno for nomina tions draws near, stories of cither a and horns. complimentary or derogatory cbarac- Holla, after a burst of obstreperous tor nuiltiul v reirnrdinir eneh of them. t..i.:. . i ...i ; .... : . . . " . : naming, luruuii ami igiiomiuioiiHiy Hod. Kitty strove scorned to swell into an angry roar. "If I wore in Africa I should fancy that a lion's roar!" thought Kitty curi ously lookingaround. In an instuut bercheek became deathly pale, slid sho stood broathlcRs aud trans fixed, as a hugo unimal, witli lowered hood and eyes gleaming through shaggy forolocks, emerged from a thicket at somo distance and camo slowly towards in vain to follow his ex ample, her lips felt paralyzed and she turned faint and sick. Tho bull came slowly onward, now lowering his head, uplifting it and star ing fiercely and threateningly at the llguro in tho center of tho Hold. Suddenly a voico shouted: "Don't bo afraid! Throw away your rod shawl! Now run run to tho nearest fonco while I keep him off!" Tho assurance of help at hand inspired her. Sho toro off tho light, scarlet zephyr shawl which had attracted tho at tention of tlio hull, and ran as fast as her trembling limbs would oarry her. How sho got over tho high fonco sho novor knew. Indeed, sho know nothing distinctly until the gentleman whom she had characterized as an "impudont puppy," lightly leaping tho fonco, threw himself breathlessly aud heated, on the alwuvs alone. i. ..1 i i i .i .i . .. Tho muiority of theso uro mado of whole cloth, and bear tho impress of had no gun, nor ax, nor nothing in his ' . . 1. 1 X...L. 1 1 A 1 J I. ...Ml 1 was in the woods in those days! and tho caribou run in great herds then; all fuiling, now, sir, all fail ing. We wore following caribou, right fresh tracks in the snow; we were keep ing a sharp lookout, expecting to view them every minute, whon I looked up and saw a man standing right between us and where the caribou had gone. He was not more than two hundred yards off I could soe him quite plain. Ho had on a cloth cap and a green blanket coat, with a belt around the middle not a leather belt like wo use, sir, but a woolen one like what the Frenchmen use in Canada. There was braid down the seams of his cout and round his outfits. I could seo the braid quite plain. Ho crass where she lni.il mink tlin niniiimif. his pretty yonng mistress, but persisted sho had found horself in safety in evincing a dooidod preference fortho "Oh," said Kitty, half sobbii barn and kitchen, and in fact, low life in general. Kitty was not disappointed in her ex pectations. Sho found ft clear, shallow stream which ran rippling and murmur ing pleasantly beneath the willows be tween thickets of wild roses and blos soming older. Sho seated herself on the groHny bank, and took off first her hat, and then her shoes and stockings, and al lowod tho cool ripples to dance about her white feet. Then sho became interested in watching some inscct-lifo on tho sur face of tho water, aud when satisfied with this resumed her shoes and stockings and lay buck on tho turf, dreamily re routing snatches of poetry. A stray sun beam glinted on hor rippling brow u hair, and the eyes that looked up through tho waving foliage were as deeply blue and clear as the sunny sky overheard, Pity that there was no stray artist to gaze upon the picture Suddenly Kitty awoke to tho fact that Holla had disappeared. He hud been smelling about the bushes and hud now stolen off on tho track of somo scent, per ceptible only to bis own keen olfactories. Kitty lifted up her voico, and called in her sweet, clear, girlish tones: "Holla! Holla!" In answer, there was presently a rustling amid tho elder bushes, and forth stepped, not the culprit Holla, but a very handsome young man, equipped with a gun and bird-bag. Kitty sprung up. F-ach stared for an instant at the other, then the gentleman, gracefully lifting his cup, said: "May I inquire, Miss, what you wuut with nier "Waut with you?" repeated she, in surprise. "Yes; I was crossing the field yonder, when I heard you cull me," be replied, w ith a slightly domuro expression about his mouth and eves. "1 called you?' said Kitty, indignantly. "Yes, you called Holla very distinctly and earnestly," replied be, luting the corner or his mustache; "and I, of course, obeyed the summons, and am at your service. My name is Bolaud, or Holla, aa I am familiarly called." Kitty surveyed him from bead to foot. "Oh," said she very coolly, "It was a mistake n your parti It was not yon, but the other puppy I was calling. "His name is also Holla. "Indeed! Where is be?" inquired the gentleman, looking around with a great expression of interest "He's run away from me." "I wonder at kim. In foot, I really don't see bow be could have done it,' said be looking at Kitty, and slowly stroking bis mustache. She drew hen If up, with a great as amption of dignity. iibing, "I am so glad you came! That awful crcuturo would huvo killed mo." "I fortunately heurd his bellowing, and, rcmomboring you, camo just in time to Keep him oil. "Worou't you afraid?" "Oh, no! I used when a boy, to bait those animals for my own amusement. But yon see I can lie of moro uso to yon than 'the other puppy.' Whero is he?" "(lone. Deserted me in my hour of need," sho replied, smiling faintly, as sho dried her tears. "But I've had enough of him. I'll give him away, and get a better aud bigger dog to accom pany me on my wulks, if they are to bo as dangerous as this one." "Am I big enough?" inquired the gentleman. "I'll take tho best euro of you." "Oh, I don't know, von seel I will ask papa," sho answered demurely. 'Certainly by all means ask papa!" said he, eagerly. Kitty blushed, with a Btrong inclina tion to smile, which sl.o repressed, as be ucutli her dignity. "I'm going now," sho said, rising. "Won't you permit uio to see yon safe? Thero may mo moro cuttle about, to say nothing of snakes aud owls!" "well, I tlunk you may como, though we are near homo now- sitting nu the piazza in the orchard which I gatherer wont mind, I'll feed them now, nnd carry the basket back to Mrs. Hawes." "I shall enjoy it of all tilings," ho as serted. Lifting the bosket, he carried it for her to tho sty, where sho amused herself with tossing the fruit, one by one, to the eager, pushing crowd w ithin. "So you take an interest in these poet ic animals?'' remarked her companion, as he stood curiously looking on. "I feel sorry for them they are so ugly and dirty. Nature seems to have treated them unjustly, Hor things, in miking them so inferior to other ani mals. But then, the little ones, witli their pink noses and funny eyes, do look ao aUubby and so innocent." She tossed somo apples to the little one and looked thoughtful. "They remind me of a picture which I saw lately Circe, surrounded by a herd of swine, iuto which the bad transformed her admirers. And you would never have imagined bow mnch expression there was in the way that they wriggled ana grovelled at iter feet. "I see that picture now, at least some thing like it," the gentleman remarked, looking from Kitty to the pig. And again Kitty reUd to herself, "What an impudent puppy!", as she dropped more apples iuto the sty. unreliability upon their faces. As a contrast to these manufactured articles, wo take plcasuro in relating an muidont concerning Mr. Elaine, which has the merit of being not only true, but heretofore unpub lished, like most of tho good deods of tho "great political magnet," us Judgo Chuso used to call him. It was tho custom of Mr. Illaino during tho two Congresses of which bo was .Speaker to walk from his houso on Fifteenth street, near I, in Washington, to tho capitol, a morn ing constitutional of, Bay, a mile and a half. Ho always took tho sarno route, which was along tho most un frcquontod streets, and was almost One morning, in tho winter of 75, tho writer was plod ding along through a heavy fall of snow in one of tho most descrtod thoroughfares of the town, whon ho observed the tall form of tho Speaker a short distance ahead. Tho feathery snow proventod tho footsteps of cither from being heard. As the writer reached u cornor, around which tbo Speaker had turned, ho hands, but just stood there with his hand on his hip, that way, right in the patu, doiug nothing. ' 'Our hunting all over, sir,' I said to the gentlemun, 'we may as well go homo. "Why, what is the matter, John ?' says he. 'Why, look at the man there, right in the track; he's scured our curibou, I guess.' Well, sir, ho was very mad, the gentlemun was, and was for turning right round and going home; but I wanted to go up to speak to the man. Ho stood there all the time never moved. I kind of bowed, noddjl my head to him and he kind of nodded his head, bowed just the same way to me. Well, I started to go up to him, whon up rose a great, fat cow-mooso between him and me. 'Look at the moose, Captain,' said I. 'Shoot her!' 'Good heavens, John!' he says, 'if I do I shall shoot the man too!' 'No, no, sir, never mind,' I cried, 'tiro at the mooso.' Well, sir, he up with the gun, fired, and downed the moose. She just ran a few yards, pitched forward, and fell dead. When the smoko cleared off tho man was gone; could not seo him nowheros. 'My soul and body! what's become of tho man, Captain ?' I says. 'Dunno, John; perhaps he is down, too,' says ho. 'Well, sir,' says I, 'you stop hero, and I will go and look; lnobbe ho is dead, mebbo not quite dead yet. bsw thut tho latter had stopped sud- Wdl-1 ont "P to tho wlaco and there 11 .1 U'nu rwitninrr fluiia ntlntirv hut n littln dcnly, and was standing transfixed by a scene on tho other sido of tho way. Around tho closed door ot a plum littlo ono story framo house, stood a sorrowful group indood. A woman of about forty, and attired in tho weeds of a widow, wus sob bing on tho shoulder of a littlo child, who strovo in vain to comfort her. Three other small children, with wet eyes and terror Btrickon faces, stared wistfully at their Into homo, whilo a meager array of boxes, clothes and utensils piled ou tho pavement, com pleted a story that told itself unmis takably at a glance, I ho poor fam ily had iust been turned out into tho street by somo pitiless landlord. Pausingjust long enough to take in tho picture, liluino strode rapidly was nothing there nothing but a little pino tree, no man at nil. I went all round, sir no tracks, no sign of a man auywhere ou tho snow. What was it, do you think, sir, wo saw ?" "Well, John," I replied, "I think that was a curious instanco of rofraction." "Oh, mebby," says John. io now. I can see i.apa, Bcrow( t10 8tm,t sllj H.itUout acak. 0a! !rtf.SK i". word to the woman, bega , ex- $ d for tho pigs. If you """ "d fumbling around the lock of tho door. "Xou can't open it, sir," said tho oldest child, a boy of ten, whoso lit tlo breast swelled with manly indig. nation, child ns be was; "the man locked us out, and went away." Without opening his lips the statesman seized tho loy's band, and drew him along, the astonished child running to keep up with tho big man 8 strides. At the corner he wus released, und trotting tack, said: "Mamma, that gentleman says the door ain't locked at all. Ho saw the key in the keyhole;" and then, as ho ran up tho steps, ho culled out, " hy, it isn t a key: its a piece of paper;" and the poor woman un t isled and straightened out a bun. drcd dollar greenback. And now for the essence of the story for every good story ha one, as a roso is known ty its perfume. Tbo poor woman never knew who her helper was, and (be writer bos himself more tban oncosecn Speaker Blaine turn out of bis way and go clc.tr round the same block, rather than pas that little house again. What a Tahis Doo Can Do. A Faris correspondent of the New Orleans Picayune, tells the following story; 1 here is a terrier in the cafo, Hue St. llouore, that no sooner sees a habitual customer outer than ho runs up to the new comer, opens his mouth and looks imploringly at the customer. The latter so well understands the pantomime that he puts a son in the open mouth. The terrier bounds to the door in, an instant is at tho nearest pastry cook s. The lat ter gives the dog a cake, which tho hitter brings to his benefactor, who breaks the ako into three pioces. One is forthwith given tho terrier; the dog, having eaten stands on his hiud legs, lets the cus tomcr put tho second piece of cake on his the dog s nose, lets it stay there untouched until the gentleman raps ten times on the table, at the tenth rap the dog tosses the cake into the air and catches it before it falls to the floor. The gentleman then takes the third piece of coko m his hand and savs: limy, yon have eateu two of the three pieces of cake. Thero are thousands of dogs in Faris who have never tasted a piece of case. .ow, uuiy, if you lie a gentle man and l ticlieveyon are a genticmun, Billy you will take ibis third piece of cake and lay it on the street for dogs that are not as well off in this world as vou are." The terrier takes the third piece of cake in his mouth, carries it to the street, leaves it there, returns to the cus tomer, looks inquiringly at him, as much as to ask: "Have I done the genteel tiling?" and lies down to doze untd an other customer enters. Mere freaks of activity never accom plish much because they do not loct. A man can do almot-t anything for a little while; a bad man can be good; a buy man can be aetive; a stingy man may be gen ciotis. But every msu's character has a level to which it alwsys gravitates. It may be thrown up like a wave of the sea, but like a wave of the sea, it will come down again. There are dozens of men in Michigan who will remember meeting Arkunsos William.the Great Gulch terror in Jules- burg, Col., Denver, Laramie anu oiuer places in that Territory a dozen years ago. He was a shooter, a slasher, an Indian killer, a Government scout, a a cleanor-out of mining-camps, a tornado when he struck town, and a double jointed son of a dynamite generally. All this he told us and sought to impress it on our minds, and it came to pass by and by that whenever he crowed we all cackled. We'd have bet all the horses in the First Cavalry acrainst an Indian dog that Arkansas William was a match for onv four Indian trikes on the plains, and we'd have backed him against all the other terrors, tarantulas, wild cats. Hocky Mountain lions and howling bears between Omaha and 'Frisco. True, we never seen him cut, nor shoot, nor slosh, nor knock down, nor drag out. but it must be him, be cause he said it was. It was an impres sive sight to see him stalking round with a rule, two revolvers and a uowie strapped to him, and heavens! how he cou Id yell! It was enough to make every mule at the post tremble to hear Arkansas William utter his war-whoop the same one be uttered, he told us, when he rode down BOO Pawnees and scattered them to the four winds. How many of us bought his tin-typos at i apiece will never be known, but he was more eagor to soli them than to take the war-path. When the Michigandcrs left Colorado, William was hankering to lay in a supply of 250 scalps, several barrels of gore and a barnful of ears and noses, and his wild war-whoops followed the regiment for more than two miles. The other day something was heard to drop in tho Black Hills, and Arkansas William, the Groat Gulch terror, walked in upon a mining camp, and in thunder tones asked what kind of a graveyard they had there. When they trem blingly answered that they hod none at all, and that all the men were in the best of health, the terrorr mounted a bar' rcl, flapped his arms and cried out: "No graveyard here ! No place in which to lay my victims! Whoop! I'm the Great Gulch terror! I'm the gigantic graveyard starter of the Big West! 1 11 tio both bands behind me and fight your wholo town!" They tried to coax him not to. They even offered him fifteen cents to go softly away and leave them alone. Indeed, they offered to write him a variety play, in which he, as the hero, should kill 155 men inside of an hour and a half, but he would not go. Arkansas William could not bo bought with gold, and had fame enough. Well, when they realized that ho wanted blood, and must have it, a weazen-faced, flat-chested, thin-waisted man from Cass county, Mich., who weighed 120 pounds, offered himself as a sacrifice. He had never fought any thing or anybody, and he was so tame and humble that tho men used to wine the greese off their knives on his brick- colored hair after the close of a meal. He crawled out of bis tent and said he'd as soon fight as not. He had just received a letter from home to the effect that his wife had run off with a blondo tin peddler, and now he didn't care to live longer. "Him! He! That man! That tooth pick! Why, I'll make hash of him in a second! roared Arkansas William, as he caught sight of his victim. Yes, he would do that very thing, nnd that he would start a graveyard. Ho threw down his ritlo. put off his revolvers and crowed for blood. The little man didnt crow any, but he lugged out a wicked big knife, drew a hair across the edge of it, and said he'd do tho best be could. lhe terror crowed again, and told how many men be had killed, but the weazen-faced man cut another hair with his knife. The terror filially offered to let him off on account of his con sumptive look, and he wouldn't be let off. He wanted to die then and there Then the torror wanted a fair show. He wanted to go up tho trail and come down to tho attack on tho run. This was his best hold, and the way he had always fought. The little man was perfectly willing. All ho wanted was a fight to the death, and he didn't care how lie got it. Arkansas William started up the trail, but halted and returned and said: "Boy, I'm the Great Gulch terror, and I've put 198 white men nnd over 200 Indians under the sod. But I'm no monster. Something in your face touches my heart. I'll give you one more chance to draw out and live on." The Cass county man wouldn't take it. He didnt want to live since his wife went back on him, and, moreover, he was mad for the first time in his lifo. and he wanted to seo how ho would act a fight. "Very well get ready to die!" yelled the terror, as he backed up the trail. He was backing and spitting on his bowie knife, and getting an awful look on his face when last seen. The miners waited for the rush, and expected every minute to hear his yells, but they came not. Three five ten minutes slipped away, and then they investigated. Arkansas William was no where to bo found, but they saw a man a mile away heading for Deadwood, and making tho earth ache as he passed over it. Ik'troit Free Press, it and Holy Meek in Tern. Curiosity carried a foreigner into sev eral churches at Lima, Peru, during Holy eek. As for any sort of re- gligious feeling," ho reports, "I felt more like being in a large puppet show man in a nouse oi uou, ana to judge by the way in which the fair Limenas cast their eyes around them while sitting on their carpets on the pavement of the church, in search of beaux, and looking, generally, for admiration, and evidently thinking of anything rather thou pray ing, to judge by them and the gentlemen who were exchanging 'nods and becks and wreathed smiles' with them, thev had quite ss little feeling on the subject as myself. I allude now to the higher classes. There were very many who ap peared thoroughly sincere and earnest in their prayers, and who evidently be lieved in the importance of all they saw around them." One of the occupations of Texas voun? meu is to breed ceese. One of these bat 3u00 geese whows feathers are plucked every two months; each bird will average a pound and a half a year, worth 50 cents per pound. The Yellow Domino. Among tbe adventures recorded nf the brigade, one of tho most amusin,' was au occurrence in the time of th liogent Orleans, in honor of whose birthday a grand masquerade waa auun, umvuj mere a doable Inn ji e L. .11 .i u or lur cucuj uu me rank t . n n.. ooauiy oi raris wero assembled around the Regent, and a costly and uAtiiiuun oujijiur crowned the at tractions of the night. While the entertainmont was proceeding, one of the Prince's suito approached and whispered to him: "It is worth rnn. Royal Highness' while to step into the Bupper rooms; there is a yellow domino there who is tho most extra ordinary cormorant ever witnessed he ia a prodigy, your Highness; he' never stops eating and drinking, and the attendants say, moreover, that he has not done bo for somo Ln.,n His Royal Highness went accord. ingly, ana sure enough there was the yellow domino laying about him as described, and swallowing every, thing as ravenously as if be had only just begun. Raisod pies fell before hira like garden palings before a fiold-pioce pheasants and quail soemed to fly down bis throat in a little covey the wine he drank threatened a scarcity, whatever might be the next vintage. After watching him for some time the Duke acknowledged be was a vonder, and laughingly loft the room, but shortly afterward, on pass ing through another, he saw the yel low domino again, and as actively at work as ever, devastating the dishes everywhere and emptying the cham fagno bottles as rapidly as tbey were brought to him. Perfoctly amazed; tho Duko at last could not restrain his curiosity. "Who," bo asked, "is that insatiato ogre that threatens such annihilation to all tbe labor of our cooks?" Accordingly one of the suite was dispatched to him. "Hit Royal Highness, the Duke of Or loans, requires the yellow domino to unmask." But tho domino bogged to bo excused, pleading tho privilege of masquerade. "Thero is a higher law," roplied the officer; "the royal ordor must be obeyed." "Well, then," answered the incognito, "if it must bo so, it must, and unmasking, ex hibited the ruddy visage of an Irish trooper. "Why, in tho name of Polypho- mus!" exclaimed the Regent as he advancod to him, "who and what are you? I have seen you eut and drink enough for a dozen men, and yet you seem as empty as over." "Well, then," said tbo trooper, "since the saycret must come out, plase your Royal Highness, I am ono of Clare's Horse that's the guard of honor to-night and whon our men were ordered out we clubbed our money to buy a ticket and agreed to take our turn at tho supper tablo, turn and turn about." "What!" exclaimed tbe Duke, "the whole troop coming to supper." "Oh, its asy, plase your Highness. Sure, one domino would do for all of us, is acho tuk it in turn. I'm only the eighteenth man, and there's twelve moro of us to como." . The loud laughter of the jovial Duke, probably tho heartiest be had bad for a long time, was tho response to this exclamation, followed by a louis d'or to tho dragoon, and a promise to keep bis "saycret" till the entire troop had supped. Girls Brought up to do Nothing. Before the French Eovolution the members of the royal family and the grand lords and ladies never thought of doing anything for themselves that oth efs could do for them. Taine, in his "Ancient Kogime," gives a curious illus tration of the effect of this enforced help lessness. In the course of a conversa tion with Mine. Louise, the daughter of Louis XV., who was a Carmelite nun, Mme. do Genlis said: "I should like to know what troubled you most in getting accustomed to your new profession." "You conld never imagine," she replied. "It was the descent of a small flight of steps alone by myself. At first it seemed to me a dreadful precipice, and I was obliged to sit down upon the steps and descend in that attitude." The Princess had never descended any staircase save tho grand one at Versailles, and only that while leaning on the arm of a noble cavalier. The steep and winding step of the convent, therefore, seemed appall ing when she had to descend them aloue. A story is told of the Duchess of Llm- burg, the daughter of the Czar of Hus sia, which exhibits a similar training. Shortly after her marriage with Victo ria's son, the Duchess was entertained at a nobleman's house. A party was made up to visit the extensive greenhouses, the Duchess leading, as was her right, the w ay. In passing un the narrow aisle of one of the houses, the roya1 lady came to a closed door. The passage was too narrow for anv of her snit to boss her and open the door, and she stood motion less as a statue. "Oblige me," 6aid the Duke in a whisper, "by sending some one around to open the door from the other side, for she'll not open it if she stands there for a month." It may excite a smile to read such il lustrations as these of the physical help lessness involved in the etiqnette of roy al households; and we fear that a train ing similar in kind, if not in degree, murks many American families. In a recent sermon, the Rev. Washing ton Gladden, of Springfield, Massachu setts, spoke of the fact that some Ameri can girls are brought up to learn noth ing and do nothing. He referred to one woman who was proud that her daugh ter never did any sweeping, arid to an other who never let daughter do any kitchen work. Such training must foster selfishness and indolence, and a los both of respect and of true regard for others.