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Tie fui'owing boaulifid pucin, written by
Oliwr Wendell Uolinei fur tLe Unitarian festi
val of May
at that time i
-in Button, and was read by him
The wave unbuild the waiting aliore;
Where mountain! lowered tba billowi sweep,
Tut itill tbt borrowed apoila raitnre,
And raiM naw empire from the deep.
So, while the tloode of thought lay wwrte
The old domain of chartered reed, ,
It bnaTen-ap)ointed liilea will haata
To shape new home for human need.
Btt otira to mark with heart untkilled
Tho change an outworn age deplore;'
The legend linki, but faith (hall build
A furvr lluon on new-found ihorei,
The tar ahull clow in wnteru akin
That ibone o'er Betlilxbem' hallowed ihrine,
And once again the temple rie
That crowned the rook of Haleitiue. '
Sot when the wondering shepherds bowed
Did angola ling their latent anng,
Jlnr jet to larael kuueling crowd
Did heaven's one wcred dome belong
1st priont and prophet hare their due,
Tlt Invite eount but half a man,
Whine prund "aulvation of the Jew"
Hhuts out the rmd Samarium I
j Thnugh scattered far the Dork may stray,
Ilia own the Shepherd atill thall claim
Tl uninta who never learned to prav,
The; frieudi who nnvertpoke Ilia namo.
Dear aiaU.r, while we hear thy voice,
That say, "The truth ahall make you free,"
Tli servant till, by loving choioo,
6 keep ut faithlul unto thee I
THE rOMT'S TABTf.
It was tbe evening; of the Jonution
party at tbe Rev. Binieon Slide s.
At Orovohill thoy Lad not many ex
citeinents, and to the simple villagers
tbis donation party wan as thrilling an
event as the charity ball would be to a
' New York belle, or court preHontatiou
to a London "debutante."
Jessie Field Lad rotrimmed her white
nmslin dress with apple-green ribbon
and even Aunt Betsy Lad washed and
ironod the French cambric dress 'which
constituted the cream of hor wardrobe
and bunted fresh lace hillings into tbe
nock and sleoves; whilo the 'squire lura
self, blacking Lis boots on tho kitohon
porch, congratulated himself in a coin
placent sort of way, on tho con ton U of
tbe box wagon, which stood out under
tbe shado of the old applo troos.
''Everybody tukos as creditable a load,
' to the parson as that," said the 'squire,
"I suess they won't starve thoro. A
hsro, a bag o' mixed chicken feed, a
firkin of first-class butter, six drewed
fowls, a bushel o' russet apples, and a
loaf of Blum cako. modo arler Grand
mother Field's Revolutionary receipt;
and besides all that
"Good gracious, pal" said Jessie, who
was tucking away uer curls under tbe
strings of Lur split straw gypsy hat, "how
aro Aunt lies and I ever going to rida
wii hall that load?
"Well," said tho 'squire, villi an
eleaginous littlo chuckle, "you'll hove
to contrive it somehow. One of you can
. nil on tbe butter firkin, aud sort o steady
it, and there's plenty o' room for the
filler along o' mo on the seat, and hold
the plum cake on your lap. And comin'
back, I ain't noways disturbed but thut
yon'Jl get plonty o' beaux. Gals always
lo. The moon will bo at its lull, uud
Fetor Feck aud lliraui Jollifor is both to
I e there, and"
"Don't tulk nousense, pa!" said Jessio,
Uncliing, and looking provokingly
pretty, just as Aunt Betsey, glancing
over her shoulder into the glass, bw tbe
reflection of her own fuce, and sighed
softly.
"Ah, tho sad, sad difleronco between
fichtuen and thirty I
"I was protty, too, when I v. as a girl,"
Mid Aunt Detsey to herself; "and I don't
auppose I am positively ill-looking now
liut the dimples are gono, and the roses,
and tho smooth velvety curves of cheek
and cbin; and there aro incipient crows
foot around my eyes, and a wriiiklo on
my forehead, and when I go to parties I
am loft to sit among the old lidies by the
wall."
But Miss Botsey Field did not speak
ont these words; bbe only said;
"Thoro'll be plenty of room, Jessie. I
elml! go on to the parsonage at once, aud
help Mrs. Slido get ready for the oven
1 nig. She nnods somo one to assist hor,
with her sickly daughter aud all those
little children."
"So kind and thoughtful of you,
A nut lloss!" said Jessie with a Lbs,
But you're always thoughtful. You're
tbe ria'rlingost littlo old maid thut ever
was." .
So Betsy Field sot out to walk down
lite sunny, grass-carpeted lawn, while
Jessie leisurely fluishod her toilet aud
pinned fresh roses into her belt.
Toter Feck, who lived upon a com
fortable farm on the mountain, had shot
t deer in the woods like Ninirod of old
he was a mighty hunter on the face of
tho earth aud prepared a quarter of
venison, neatly wrapped iu a linen cloth,
for his share of the donation party; and
old Mrs. Feck, his grandmother, had
' wished a jar of apple sauce out of tho
, cellar, and dressed some tender tqiring
. thickens.
"Fm past going to church myself,"
haid Granny Pock, "but I always was
one to b'lieve in the dissemination of the
gospel, so I don't grudge the ehiokeus
and tbe apple sass. He sure you carry
Vin careful, Feter, and"
"Grtrnuy!" suddenly burst in the hon
' rt vonng giaut, who was tying his era
rat "before the class with laborious fin
gers, "bow many years is it siuce grand
father courted you?"
"Good land o' Goshen!" said Granny
Tuck, "what is tho boy talkin' about?"
"iieouiiHe I wau't to kuow what ho
aid,' said Feter, reddening to the very
roots of his bair. "Fm a-goin' court in'
mystdf, Granny, and I hain't had no ex
perience, aud 1 don't know Low to go to
work."
"Well, I never!" said Oronny Teck.
"Try to remember there's' a good
m'uH'' urged Foter, couxingly.
"It's so long ago," Mid Granny Feck,
, with a sympathetic moisture beginning
to suffuse her bleared eyehalla. I 'Times
is changed now - "
"But human uatur' is human natnr',
'jnstthe Mine," said Feter. "How was
t. Orannyy"
"He took me out a ridiu'," said the
' old lady, assisting Ler meiuorj with a
pinch of an off.
Tint's it e taeklv," said Teter. "Fvo
Larnmuu-d up Bed llobin, and waahod off
the bngiry wagon, and I calculate to ask
hrt to ri le home with me from the dona
lion party."
"And it was a dreadful moonshlny
sight" reflectively added tba old lady.
"Moo'ns at the full," exultingly mat-
leivd Feter. ' I b'lieve there's a fate in
it."
"And Le set up close to me and
squeezed my hand with the hand be
wasn't a-drivin' with, and be said I was
, tbe prettiest gal he Lad ever seen, and
could I be contented to come and live at
Hawk's farm, And I said I didn't ex
actly know, but be might ask father,
and we was married tho next fall. Ah,
deary me, deary me! How long ago all
that seems!"
"It sounds easy enough," said Peter,
despondingly. "But I'd rather clear
off a whole patch o' hickory woods."
"Don't be afraid Feter," said tbe old
lady, laying a kindly band on bis shoul
der. "If she's a gal woth bavin she'll
know you're a good lad. And I'll bet a
cookey she'll say 'Yes.' "
"I only wish t could thiskso.granny,"
said Feter, with a aigh.
"Is it Kate Lnnny," said Mrs. Feck,
"or Mary Elsey?"
"Tain t neither one," said Fetor.sheep-
ishly. "It s Josie Hold I
"Land o'masHyl" said Granny Peck,
elevating ber witberod Lands. "What
on airth is a pretty pink and white piece
of china like her to do in a wild place
like this?"
"She's as sharp as a steel trap," said
Peter. "Don't you worry, granny! Once
I get her here, you 11 see she 11 be all
right."
Ho Pelor piled his venison, and
ohickens, jar of apple sance into tbe
buck of the roomy old buggy, and drove
away to tho donation party, as full of
hopos ond fears as anyyoung girl.
And when he saw Hiram Jellifar, the
village store oierk enter, all rodolcnt of
pomutnm and cologne, in a city-cut suit
of clothes, and bair brushed in a peak
ovor his forehead, his heart sunk within
him.
"I hain't no chance at all," he
thought.
"Jessie," whispered Aunt Betsey to
hor nieco, as they were clearing the
dining-room for the games which lol
lowed unon the old-fashioned gunner
"do take a littlo notice of poor Feter
Peck! Hoe how his eyes are following
yon. And you have hardly been de
cently polite to him!"
"Feter Feck, indeed!" saidJessi.ra
dient in tbe consciousness of being tbe
prottiest girl in tbe room. "I couldn't
iiossibly be betrothed with Lim. Aunt
ios9, none of your backwoodsmen for
mel ion can go and talk with lura
yoursolf. if yon please.'
But Aunt Betsey, shyer than any
child, shrank, blushing away.
"No." said Bbe, "1 douldn't do that.
I I am so little acquainted with
him I
Uulf an Lour afterward Pelor Feck,
unable to mako up his mind to ask pretty
Jessie to allow hor to tuke ber borne with
Bed liobin and the buggy, sidled up to
thntHomre.
"aquae, snid ho, jerking hor words
ont with an effort, "can I take Miss Iield
home?" , ; ..
"Much obliged, I'm sure," said the
sqmre. "1 bad the box wagon Here;
but I don t mind riding home alono.it so
be as you d like company.
rotor drew a long breath.
"It's as good as settlod uow," he said
to himsolf.
His heart beat high when, in the misty
moonlight, a slight figure came out
under Hquire Field's escort, all mufllod,
shawlod and veiled, against the chill,
fresh air oi tbe autumn evening. And
not until they were safe out on the high
road, at Bod llobin s best trot, did he
credit his extraordinary good luck in
thns securing a tete a tete with the belle
of tho evening.
"It a a moo, shiny evening, be said,
sheepishly.
"Very, answored a soft voice.
"I hope I don't crowd yon?" he haz
arded.
"Oh, not in tho least? responded Lis
companion.
And then followed an anpnling silence
broken at lost by the vehement accents
of the young farmer.
"It am t no use inv skirmishin round
like this!" said he. "It's got to be said,
and the sooner I say it the bettor, be
cause it's a chokin' of me all tbe whilo!
I love you, Miss Field! I can't live no
how, without you! There, it's ull out
now!''
"Oh, Mr. Feck!" faltered Miss Field.
"Do you s'poso," Baid honest Feter,
with a dim romombranee of Lis grand
mother's losHon, "you could be happy a
Hawk's Farm?"
"Oh, Mr. Feck!"
"ltnt hhv vn or nnl" idemled Peter.
"Will you be my wife, jfiss Field?"
And the world which tWtod upon
Fetor's ears, through the veils and wraps
which he was now vigorously hugging
close lip to him, was "Yes."
"I never was so hanpv in all my life!
said Peter, rapturously.
or I, whispered tho voice behind
tho veil.
And then Teter took courage to kiss
her, and tlieu Bed liobin shied at a tree
stump, and then, all too soou, appeared
Squire Field's square, red bonso Itchind
tho apple trees. Aud Foter helped his
fiance out us tenderly as if she were a
bar of gold snd ho a miser. And up
daMiml Mr. Hiram Jellifer's varnished
side box road wagon .and turning arund
Feter Feck saw springing from it Jessie
Field.
Was it witchcraft? Nothing of the
sort; for there, close to him, smiliug and
blushing in the moonlight, with her
veil thrown aside, was Miss Betsey. And
it was Miss Betsey to whom be had pro
posed, and Miss Betsey who bad ac
cepted him.
Feter Peek gave convulsive gasp for
breath. What was be to do? Hhould be
tell Mis' Betsey that it was all a mistake
that be biut tuken her lor her nieccr or
should lie-
But at that instant he caught a deeting
gliruiMw ofjemte's radiant face turned up
to Jelli'er's, and it was like a revelation
to him.
"liana it all!" groaned Peter to him
self; "that other fellow has been ahead
of me! And I don't care a copper cent
she a only a feather-bealed little oo
quel, after all, aud Miss Betsey is worth
two of Ler, and I ain't so very yonng my
self, an t Ihtrfeiiever was a Feek yet that
didn't stick by a thing when onctrbe'd
aaidit." "
So. takintt Misa Ikitoey arm tenderly
under hia own. lie prooeeded valiantly
into tbe bouse to aak tb Vfuire's con
sent and blessing. - 4
Aa for Jeaaio, she lingered long under
the tree in the moonlight, talking with
Mr. Jellifer; and when, at laat, ahe came
np stair to tbe room which annt and
niece shared together, she looked earnest
ly at ber com pun ion. '
"Annt Bess," Bad she, "what it tbe
nutter f Why do you look so happy?"
"Because Mr. Peck bos asked me to
marry him." replied Annt Bess," softly,
"and I have answered him yes."
"Well, if that Isn't strange!" cried
Jessie, squeezing and kissing her atill
youthful aunt. "And I bare engaged
myself to Hinm Jellifer. Ob, Annt
Bess, what a awoet, bright, happy world
this is!"
"It is it is!" answered Aunt Boss;
and then, strange to aay, tbey both
cried.
Granny Peck wa sitting up. by Lor
candle and rare, and when at lost reter
came home.
"Well, reter," said abe, "what luck?"
"Hi all right Orannyl'salJ reter.
"I've asked bor. and she has consented,
and I'm to bring ber Lere in three
months."
Granny Peck looked doubtfully
around.
"Well," said she, "I'm glad you've
luccceded, Peter. But I'm a little
afeared all these home-spun things won't
be nne enough or flliss Jessie iieia.
"Jesie!" echoed Peter, with an excel
lont immilation of surprise, "It ain't
Jessie at nil, Jessie is going to marry that
Jellifer fellow. It sMisa Betsey fiold,
tbe squire's sister, as I've proposed to."
"Well, I nevorl" said Granny Fek.
"How could I have been so mistook?"
"Fm sure I don't know," said reter,
stolidly. ( Saturdav Night.
A Texas Cloud Burst.
Some ten or twelve days since Captain
Merrill s corps of engineers and assist
ants were encumped in the valley of
Buck creek, in Guilder a county, lexas
Their tents were sot one hundred feet
from tbe dry bed of tbe creek. This
creek was about twelvo feet deep from
the level of the vallev on either side of
the bank. The valley is nearly a mile
wide, but the high lands curved in close
to the plaon where thooamp was pitched,
and the valley widened on the opposite
bank. The night was clear and no cloud
in the distance betokened a raiufall. The
boys staked their ponies near by, turned
their mules loose, and laid them down
in their tents. Abort midnight one of
the boys felt water at his fcei. Spring
ing up, he saw the water coming, and,
yelling like a aavago giving bis warhoop,
roused his companions. Jn less than a
minnto they were all standing in water
up to their waists. Knowing to which
side of them was the hill, they rushed
wildly through the water and succeeded
in gaining a firm foothold. The water
rushed br them, covering the entiro val
ley to a depth of six foot, and currying
away all tbe tents and baggage. Tbe
pony was saved by one of . the boys out
ting the stake rope as he passed him, he
fortunately having gono to bed with his
pants on. Most of the boys were in
their night clothes, and a solemn set
they were. Tbe sudden rise of water was
undoubtedly caused by what is known as
a "cloud burst" on the Lead of the
stream, some twenty or thirty miles
away. Any number of cattle were car
ried down Btreum, but most of thorn
fiuully escaped.
Victor Hugo's Faith.
The aged Victor Hugo, tho revered
poet of France, now past fourscore,
knows nothing of the joyless faith of
Ingorsoll and Krsdlaugh as they look
beyond death. Hia own words give but
expression to his sense of immortality.
I fuel iu myself the future life. I am
like a forest which has been more thun
once cut down. Tbe new shoots a-e
stronger and livolier than ever. I am
rising, I know, toward the sky. The
sunshine is on my bead. Tbe earth
gives me its generous sap, biijt heaven
lights mo with the r flextion of unknown
worlds.
You Hay the soul is nothing but the
resultant of bodily powois. Why then
is my soul tho more luminous when my
bodily powers begin to fail Winter is
ou my head and eternal spring is in my
heart, lhon 1 breathe, at this hour, the
fragrance of tbe lilacs, the violets aud
the roses as at twenty years.
Tho nearer I approach tbe end the
plainer I hear around me the symphon
ies of tho worlds whioh invite mo. It is
marvellous yet simple. It is a fairy tale
anil it is a history. For half a century I
have been writing my thoughts iu prose,
verso, history, philosophy, drama, ro
mance, tradition, satire, ode, song I
have tried ull. But 1 'eel that 1 have
not said the thousandth part of what is
in mo.
When I go down to tho grave I can
ssy. like so muny others, "I have finished
my day s work, but I cannot say, "I
have finished my life." My day's work
will login again next morning. Tho
tomb is not a bhud alley; it is a thor
oughfare. It cloves iu tho twilight to
'
open Willi ino iliiwn.
I improve every hour becuuse I love
this world as my fatherland. My work,
is only a beginning. My monuiueuti i
hardly above its foundation. I would
be glad to see it mountiug aud mounting
forever. The thirst for the infinite proves
infinity.
The Hhl. nun's Fuarral.
At a time nhen tho Nantucket whaling
trade was at its zenith a sperm whaler
from that port, in the Pacific lud the
misfortune to lose the black oook. Now,
while this important functionary lay on
the plank, in the ganga-ay, ehrondtxl iu
his canvas cover, sewed up by the sail
maker ready for burial, and all the ship's
company were mustered around the rude
bier, save the lookout men aloft (for the
kipper bad an eve to business) the cap
tsiu engsgnd with ail due gravity read
ing the burial service, the ship's bell
solemnly tolling, and the air filled with
the solemnity of tbe moment, a loft's
mau auddenl.r discovered tbe spout of a
whale, and mtng out lustilv: "T h-e-r-
she .blows!" Before tbe lookout had
timef to repeat the ever welcome words,
the now exci.od skipper dropped Lis
book, seized Lis gtass, and jumped into
tho rigging bound aloft at a fifteen-knot
Mtev. U, tlass suoa proved the truth '
of the lookout's cry snd from his lofty
perch the skipper bellowed out as only
a sailor can: " '
' ka cl rlT lb tnlllnc r that tell:"
"Clear wy II, antu:"
Htaw tal t'tiff nverboard:" '
and tvf klai
-Burllaewa Eakr
- - -- -
K million pounds of buffalo meat were
shipped front tbe plains last year.
AS ASIlAVE r BKITHUVE.
Old Sohmitt, with vi Jliu case under
his weather-stained cloak, came out of
the theater after a matinee performance.
It was raining a sleety DeceinW rain;
the street looked dark after the brilliant
lights within; there was an unusual
throng of peojde and din of wheels.
Hcbmitt felt a strange bewildiment. It
was all so dream-like; be seemed to be
moving among phantoms. Truly, be
tbonght, these theater orchestras were
enough to drive one mad sooner or later
aad maybe bis time bod come. Here at
tbe corner be comes upon a poor old
beggar who would seem to choose such
days as this for scraping Lis wretched
fiddle in tbe open air. Half-frozen drops
fall on tbe frozen locks, on tbe purple,
trembling hands. It is a pitiful sight,
which sends a sudden chill to the blood
of the fur rolied passer-by, and Schmitt
sees him with a start of affright. Why
should it strike him as a prophetic vis
ion, a mocking picture of himself? He
puts Lis hand to Lis Lead, trying to rub
awHv so distressing a fancy, throws a
few nennies down, and huriies on to
get out of tbe sound of the shrieking
strings.
He climbs two flights of stairs, snd is
at his own door. Little Dorrotto greets
ber grandfather with a kiss.
"Ab.Doretto! thon art a famous house
wife for a seven-years maiden. But hast
thou learned thy lesson, tool" glunc-ing at
the little piano in the corner.
"Indeed I have, grandfather; and
when we have had supper I will ploy it
for thee;" said Dorette, as sho went to
lay tbe cloth.
JJv the fireside the old man foil into a
reve'ry. In his ears still rang the galops
and medlevs of the theater, but his
thoughts were away with thn grand
orchestra in which he plajed bfore his
fingers had lost their cuuning. He had
been one of the original members of tbe
orchestra in tbe primitivo duys of mu
sical enterprise, had sacrificed not a
little to its advancement, if sacrifice it
oould be called. The years went on;
the band grew in numbers, in skill;
young members came in, new music was
added to the repertory erratic compo
sitions sore of them, Schmitt thought,
thought be tried to do his duty by them,
It happened at last that he who bad en
tered in bis prime, w ho had so loug held
tho pluce of "chef d'nttuque," found
himself with bis gray buirs and bis un
certain fingers some seats removed, a boy
playing in the seats before him. Then
came a time of changes in tbe orchestra,
snd when all moved smoothly along old
Schmitt had been left out. And this was
the end of it all.
A fair vision passed before him bis
handsome Carl, his gifted son the father
of little Dorette he who bad died so
yoiiBg. Carl would have been like a
king come to his kingdom, and his old
father would not sit to-night d sbonored
aud forgotten. Then, ugnin. that sym
phony of his own for he bad one, ts so
many of the others hod, whether or not
they confessed it-it bad been lying a
long time. No doubt but it was alto
gether old-fashioned, quite after the
stylo of Mozart. Should ho really never
hear it with mortal ears?
Suddenly to-night, as he sat in bitter
ness of spirit, the injustice of fate and
the ingratitude of men racking his soul,
a terrible figore arose before hiin grim
want with bony finger threateningly
lifted. Dorette glancing around at that
moment saw a look on the beloved face
she had never Been there before a
look of pain, but more of terrible resolu
tion.
Tbe scanty supper was eaten in
silence; the old man was absorbed, and
the child felt a new, au oppressive scene
of awe.
There is a knock at tbe door, and tho
grocor's wife from helow comes in bear
ing a small tray. Her face glows with
health and good humor, and she is incon
solable that her neighbor cm taste
neither cukes nor ale.
"You are very kiud, Fru Diefon
bacb," said he; "they will serve another
time. I am going to take Dorette out
to-night, and would yon help her a little
to dress herself comfortably?" '
"Right heartily, and sho shall wear
my Lino's worm cloak ; it is a bad night
to be out of doors, Herr Schmitt."
But it is not far. They stop a mo
ment ot the corner where the great red
and yellow bottles glow so prettily, und
Schmitt asks for a phial of laudanum. It
was for the toothache, he said, but with
a thrill of shame in his honest heart.
A few stops further on, aud they enter
a great building already besieged by
people and carriages. The musicians are
tuning their instruments a chaos of
sounds from which heaveuly order shall
soon be evolved.
Yes, ho would hear it again this or
chestra that had been tho pride of bis
youth and bis ago; once more, and then
even now a great wave of harmony
rolls forth bearing the soul upward.
"Look, Dorette," he wh'spered during
a pause, "thou soest the men sitting first
at the leader's left? There sat thy grand
father for nearly thirty venrs. And the
leader at his desk? My Carl would stand
in that place to-night if God had spared
him to bis old father. And hearken well
to tbe music, Dorette. Tbe memory of
this night is all I can leave thee. There
fore have I brought tliee."
Tbe prima donna came forth. She
sang her brillisct sirs, and long rnged
the tempest of applause.
"Thns Fate knocks at the door." The
sympohny began. The violas and 'cellos
in turn took up their melody and the
beautiful andante moved on. "Art is
eternal," it said; "serve, follow, trust
her; she will not fail thee in tbe hour of
thv extremity."
The old man's head sank low; great
drops ran slowly down his cheeks.
Only tbe student on the left, looking up
a moment from bis score noticed bow
iiU-'i folden Intuu
Flatted o le.r m" an J n x" "
Then little Dorette raised her Inrge
eye weuderingly to hfs face, for a drop
had fallen ou her Sin dl bare had, smiled
pitifully and wept too.
They came Lome tbrongb driving
snow. Tba old msn shivered in his thin
garments, but Dorette truged blithely on
in th warm eloaVtf lr neighbor. A
fire still glowed in tbe grate and the old
cat purred a welootne,-, For some time
they sit in silence g iiiog at the red coals,
Dorette with a look half of trouble half
of rantnre. .
"Well, Dorette, art thon thinking of
the lady who aang so wouderfnlly? Some
day. of course, thon wilt sing like her!"
"Rather would I sit in thy old place,
grandfather, and help to make tbe beau
tiful music."
"Rather than be thn famous prima
donna, who got as much money for a
song or two as half tbe great orchestra
together?"
"I care not; I would play iu the or
chestra. To-morrow, dear grandfather,
I will begin the violin."
The child's eyes glowed in tbe fire
light, and she looked earnestly up to tbe
old man's face.
"Thou art like my Carl, Dorette. Oh,
my child! if thy father Lad but lived!"
"I will praotioe so much grandfather.
I wilt do what my father would have
done."
"But tboa art a girl, Doretto thou
art but a girl. God help thee when I
am gone!"
"When thou art gone, grandfather?'
with a look of alarm.
"When I am gone!"
"Art thou going far, and soon?" And
wilt thou be long away?"
"Very far it may be soon and I
shall be long away."
"Oh, grandfother, do not leave me! It
It is true; I am only a girl; but I will
be so good to thee. A girl can git thy
supper and mend tby cout and love thee.
Everything I will do for thee, only so
thou wilt not leave me!"
"Hush, Dorette, my child; thou art
indeed good to me. All will be well,
But it is late. Kiss thine old grand
father, moine leiboben,' aud Bleep
well."
Dorette slept in her bed; the fire
burned low: the old mau still sat by the
hearth, dark shadows gathering about
him. , Ouce ho took tbe phial from bis
pocket and gazed at it a long time. Then
he arose, and unlocking a desk in a cor
ner brought out a thick manuscript. He
leaned it toward tbe grate, drew back,
then suddenly threw it upon the coals.
The waning fire canght . the paper
eagerly. The flames of the funeral pyre
leaped high, and up the chimney in
smoke and cinders fled the nream of life
time, perhaps to some blessed region of
compensation, where untried harmonies
shall have a hearing.
He took up his violin, a few wild and
dissonant strokes and be parsed into tbe
theme of the andante. It sounds like
tbe farewell to all one loved or hoped
for. Now he buries his face in bis hands
now he looks wistfully toward tbe little
sleeper, now he begins anew tbe aad,
persistent theme. Again and again he
repeats passage, phrase, measure. It is
like a psalm of David to the sound of the
player, a majostio peace glows upon his
worn face and transfigures it.
"Sleep, my little one," said he at last;
"tby grandfather will not forsake thee.
He will await God's time." And he
emptied (bo vial upon the ashes.
The fire went out; the old cat crppt
closer to ber muster's fot-t. Outside tne
shutters creaked, aud the Viud moaned
with strange, varying cadence; aliove it
rose the sound of the violin as the old
man played on. Dorette, iu hor dreams,
still sits in tbe lofty gallery, tbe gorge
ous lights between her eyes and the
heavenly music sounding.
The bitter night had waned; the wind
was still; the snow lay deep iu the city's
streets. That morning at the tbouter
tbe spruce young conductor was out of
all putionco because old Schmitt, first
violiu, was not on time at rehearsal. lie
bad a talk with the manager, and it wus
decided to drop Schmitt.
But where was he? The sun shone
brightly into the little upper chamber.
In her cot Dorette still slept tbe rosy
sleep of the wearied child. In his chair,
with violin against bis breast, the old
man slept the sleep of the weary soul.
Thus Frau Diofenuaoh found them when
Bhe came up that morning on friendly
thoughts intent.
Old Schmitt bad got bis last dismissal.
Natural niktory.
"Professor, what is a Dodo?"
"There are several species of the
Dodo, my Bon, and tbore usod to hi bov
eral more before the fcol-killer cut tbe
country up into districts."
"Please describe some of them to me?"
"With pleasure. You Lave probably
attended a Sunday sohool picnic given
on the banks of a lake or river? Six fat
women, two girls who wear eye-glasses,
and a very good boy who lisps make up
a party to tako a ride on the water. As
they are ready to shove off, the Dodo ap
pears and keeps them compuny "
"What is be like, and what docs he
do?"
"He is generally a soft-beadod young
mau under twenty-three years of age.aud
he stands up and rocks the boat to hear
tho fat women scream and to indnce the
girls to call him Gweorge."
"Does the boat upset?"
"It does."
"And is anybody drowned?"
"Everybody except the Dodo. He al
ways reaches the shore in safety, and he
is always so sorry it happened. He is
sometimes so affected that it takes away
his appetite for lunch."
"Aud is anything done with him?"
"Tbey sometimes rub his head with a
cheap bruud of jieprmint essence and
turn him out to grass, but no oue ever
thinks of doing him harm."
"And the next species?"
"The next species is a youth from
sixteen to twenty. He labors nnder
what the ancients termed the swell
head. He gets out tbe family shot-gun
or revolver to show off. He points it
at some boy or girl to see 'em shi rer,
and after he boa testified before the
oroner that he did not know it was
loaded, tbe affair is looked upon as
ended.
"Is this species on tbe increase?"
"Well, no. The friends of thevictirns
Lave got to making snob a fuss over
these trifles that tbey didn't-know-it-was-
loaded Dodo is not quite holding his
own."
"What is the third species?"
" "The third Species belongs to tbe fe
male sex. Of fl urae there are two sexes
of the Dodo. Sho buys arsenic to kill
rats, or corrosive-sublimate to discour
age tied bugs, or Paris green to give
cockroaches a hint to skip, and she
leaves the package on tbe pantry shelf
alongside of her baking-powder. . tibe
may keep em separate for two or three
days, bat it isn't over a week before the
family begins to loose their appetite and
hire a cheap bov to go for a doctor and
a stomach pump."
"And is abe sorry?
"Oh, yes. She didn't mean to, yon
know; never thonght of killing the
bjuiIj; always lived happy with herhus-
band bad entirely forgotten that h.i
any life insurance; was inaLni.
didn't atop to look." larTJ6i
Doilo?" tLere yet"oth ie,l
"Sevoral others, but we haven't ,
to take 'em in detail and give full
ticulars in each case. Tbe man Si
thinks the best hnnu. :-. . t
The woman who u!
strength of W ZZ.wm' tU
------- ir. imail
painted evebrowa nh.iv. i . Wll
cram Mod feet, ia a TWr. '
thinks he can take milii n
boat excursion -the man who goes '"l
Dshinur excursion lim... i 00 H
over the heathen-the girl who .2?1
, -uw j vjuuk man ifw
ing for a necktie to become him k
would take me an bour to mention Zl
all. Put away your books in a caw
maoner and we will walk out and !:
some live Bu-eclmnnu nf !. r. ,
I , , 4AXI0 l
Know 01 one Who has unml i i ,. '
a Knnrth nf Jl. -bITer
we may get a shot at him.' - 1
Railroad Sec ab Illy.
"Speaking about the sociability of .
roaus Travellers, said the man with iL
crutches and a watch pocket over hiiPt
"1 never got bo well acquainted with i
.... a n,u us t, um me
day on the Milwoukee k St. Pmo
road. Were going at the rate of thin,
unco au uuur, uuu suoiner train tm.
iuo uiucr iiiruuuuu toiesconed n. 'J
were an mrowu into eacu other ssocieh
and brought into immediate social co;
tact, ho to speak.
"I went over and sat in tbe lan of .1
uuiuuiuutiwir ui'ui uiuuuuua. SHU oii
. y. i . j , 1 . "8-
irom tnicugu jumpeu over nine
and sat down on the plug hat of
preacher from La Crosse, with so mm
umiu, girnsu entuusiosm that it shove
bis bat clear down over bis shoulder
"Everybody seemed to lay aside tV
nsuai cooi reserve oi strangers, and
made ourselves entirelv at home.
"A shy young man with an emaciate
oil oloth valise, left bis own seat ani
went over and sat down in a lunch bt
ket, where a bridal couple seemed to It
wrestling with their first picnic. Dojoa
suppose that retioent young man won!;
have done sncb a thing on ordinary oc
casions? Do you think if be had been it
a celebration at home that he w ould hart
risen impetuously and gone where the
poople were eoting by themselves, in
sut down in the cranberry jolly of ttoti!
stranger?
"Why, an old man who probablj i:
liomn led the class meeting, and was dig
nitled us Kosooe Conkling's father, wa
eating a piece of custard pie when
met the other train, aud he left hit owl
seat nd went over to tbe other end o!
the car aud shot that piece of custard dm
lino toe ear oi a oeauuiui yoang wide
from Iowa.
"People traveling some how forget uV
austerity of their home lives, and font
acquaintances that somoumes 1m:
through life."
rersonaltlis suU lll-Kepirls.
Koep clear ofporsonolities in genm!
conversation. Talk of things, objects,
thoughts. Personalities must some
times be talked, because we have t
loom and dnd out men's characteristic
for legitimate objects; but it is to be
with confidential persons. Poor Burnt
wrote and did many foolish things, bat
he was wise when he wrote to a yo.iap
friend :
Aye. tell yn n Hery fre, otf-btud
A lieu i' a b..m crony;
But Oil keep i.imcibli't hi toukI'
You' I luarwly tail th 'ory.
Do not needlessly report '.11 of others
There are timos when we are compelled
to say, "I do not think Bouucer a true
and honest man." But when there is no
need to express an opinion let poor
Bouncer swagger away. Others nl
take his measure, no doubt, and save
you the trouble of analyzing him anil
instructing them. And as far at pos
sible dwell on the good uido of hnmtr:
beings. There are family boards whetr
a constant process of depreciating, u
signing motive, and cutting up charade
goes forward; they are not pleasan:
places. One who is not healthy doe
not wish to dine at a dissecting table
There is evil enough, God knows. Bo!
it is not the mission of every young man
and woman to detail and report it all
Keep tbe atmosphere as pureaspw
sible. aud fragrant with gentleness W'l
charitv.
Lieutenant (hlpp.
Among tbe personal characteristic ol
Lieutenant Charles W. Chipp, the offiw
in charge of the missing cutter 'hi
was separated from the other two boats
of tho Jeannetto in tbe gale of Septea
ber IS, was bis close atteution to boot
of scioace. He was a great reader, oJ
when oue of the watch officers on.tw
United State sloop-of-ar Juniata, on
the Folar search expedition in the Arrt"
resious in lS73,be spent most of his tils'
in bis room pouring over bis books. h
borrowed tbe books of other officers snl
applied himself constantly to the per"
h.i1 nf tlipm. Tin wh hIko. a creft rem'"
of tbe liible, and so retentive u
memory that he could repeat rii'-
after chapter in almost any book. Bf
alKO was ready to join any of tbe expedi
tions which daily left the Juniata bant
ini for eider dneks. seals, bear or dear,
or to gather species of flora.minerals.'jf' -on
the coast of Greenland. He as readily
enciinred in acv social entertainment on
board of tbe vessel, or to the mytitw
rean entertainments on shorn with tw
E.qnimaux women. Lieut Chipp
single man, of fine phvsique, of sboo
medium heigbt.was of "light complex
and wore a full light brown beard. ii
disposition, bis superior official qoaut
cations and other excellent traits, mfe
him a fovorite among bis companion i
the navy.
A Strange FrsEiuL.-An old man of
"o.wbo died a few days ago st Cabanne.
near Taraecon, France, left a clan!
his will to the effect that all friends
tending his funeral were to smokepip"
wniie loliowiog nis remains w mo ,
and were to adjourn in a cave to JP0
..... - fix
in urinx tne sum ot sou Dequeiu- -the
purpose. Three hundred
Leaded by the mayor of tbe Tillag.dai
attended the obseques, which took p
without any religions rites. Every "
lower haul a lighted pipe in bis mou
and after the interment the second
tion of this enrious teaUmenUry Jr
sition was carried ont.