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, . TUUKU08K9. ' ' Tli master' tory hold the itg Of bainlrfi studied frrit-f andrugc, ; And Denmiirk' guilty Qticn; '"'' "Vilb tmpty hrt uu'l warjf brain, 1 Tun lor plauro or fur pain, , I wsteh tbeclian.log cua The cortain fall, and plaudit loud ' J'.inf clamoroiu from the motley crowd, Then talk and laiijIitorrei'Kn; . The air it heavv with the acent Of flower, inf hapnv ono are blent , With tnuiic'i thrilling itraiii. X.'mn the crowd I hear the not, Atom the crowd the. iooenaa lloal Of manifold perfume; Upon a valvet-oiuhioned aeat tne a nowy bunch and aweot, Of white gardenia bloom. filie laid the bloMom from her bund A mot.iont linee I tet her atand (n her all her lovoly grace; No thudow ou her open brow, ' memory of a timken vow piaturb ber girliiu tare. Acrow the crowd, inyaolf untoen, 1 watch once more the fair; qu n Of all my botriuli dream Oniv more with her I teem to roam Tie wood way of our country home, Or loitur by it stream Once moro I gather for her talis The wt wild flower of hedge and brako; Once more with baby pride She fluiinU her white i xotifl bloom, A tiihemts heavy with perfume, And thruat my gift anido. Ah rue I lior childhood waa tho tj pe Of what ilie 1, a woman ri; Bhe aak no wayiide (lowor, It'it cultured bloaaumi, rich and rare, And all thing goodly, alUliing fair, And pride of plaoe and power. Hut tliMe wero never mlno to give, And how fare, or how I live, Claim not a caro from ber; Yet looking ou that face to night, r'nme ghot of ancient, dead delight, Uida pant emotion etir. And to my heart I aoflly ay: "If tale would let thee huvo thy way, What would be thy will 1 To tread the velvet pu'b of eao, One heart, and not tho world to pleats, And the thy true li.ro (till?" Xy, heart, there I no ipace for doubt, Thy tronger, better part, apeak out, And Jna tliat It i free; 1 rould not bear the cloying acent Of those white bloMoma; Kature meant A working life for me t All the Year Round. Till ADOITKD DAUGHTER. "Sue bus rejected mo, mother," said a young man, entering the presence of a titll, dark-looking lady, as she Bat in bur private room iu an elegant up-town resi dence. "Roioctod you, Goorgo?" said 'Mrs. Vaudol, as the young man seatod him self uoar her, soowling and biting his lip with rage. "lias Mortis Dunbar, dared to reject my son? To think that the adopted daughter of my brother-in-law, John Williams, should presume to ro jeot my son!" "No mattor if she is John Williams' adopted duugh tor, John Williams intends to leavo her all his property," said George, bitterly. "To think," said Mrs Vandol, going over the pant with great scorn, "that my sinter should ever have married snob a man as John Williams in tho first plaoe, a man that had no more connections than a stick of wood. Then my sister diod and left no children " "Yes, she did," said Georgo. "Sho left a son." "And that son was loht in the streets of London oighteon years ago," said Mrs. Vaudol. "John Williams found Mcrtis in a statiou-houBO while he waa making in quiries, and stirring hoaven and earth to find his lost boy. Mertis was then an in fant hardly two years old. And now to think that she should havo all John's wealth that he's laid up. Bhe shan't. I'll et John against her, aud then fun the flume of rage till she olopos." "Elopes! With whom, mothor?" "With Louis Mann, of course, whom ttho loves," said Mrs. Vandol. She knew how to manage the passion ate old gentleman, and Buoeeodod in putting him into a tempest of rage, sparing no lies in doing it. "Bring her here this iustant!" he exclaimed. Whon Mertis apiearod he gazed at her lovely fi 06 for a niomout, and then cried out: "What's this I hoar? You aio court iug, and never saying a word to me about it! Been making lovo with the son of Henry Maun, the cooper. I've made up my mind to see you the wifo of my nephew, Geprge Vandol." "I eau never marry George Vandol," said Mortis, firmly. "You muHt you shall I I say it, miss!" cried John Williams; "and to show you that I mean it, miss, go to your room aud b looked up till you can tulk calmly." . The next morning John Williams was informed that Mias Mertis had eloped and married Louis Mann. The tidings made tlie old gentloman weep like a child. Ingratitudo was more thun ho eould bear. He had re solved to yield, when Mrs. Vaudel told him of the elopement. lie said not a word, but going to a little truuk ho had guarded for eighteen years, lifted it, aud carried it straight to tho shop of Louis Mann's father. "Toll your son," said ho to Henry Maun, "that this little truuk ooutaius the clothing worn by bis wifo when I I found her, a lost aud, uuolaimod infuut, in a station-house in London. I lot my only child, a son, the same day. I adopted the iufant, and this is my ro ward." lie laid the little trunk on the work bench, turned away, returned to tho trunk, laid a great roll of bauk bills upon it, and then went homo to shut himself up and mourn, for with all his temper his heart waa as soft as a woman's. lie had not been home an hour whon a servant told him tbat Henry Mann, Louis Mann and Mertis had lorced their way to the front parlor and demanded to aee bim. John Williams forgot bis grief in freah rage and strode into .tho parlor to annihilate tho wbole party. "What!" ha began. Bat Henry Mann, a gray-haired and dignified artisan, one ol nature s gentle' men, said; "Wait one moment, Mr. Williams. 1 Lav come to thank lou for your kind Dentate my daughter, this young lady "Your daughter!" exclaimed John Williams, while' Mrs. Vaudel peeped In triumphantly at the door. .. - ' "My dangbter, sir," said Henry Mann. "The clothes you gave me in the little truuk I recognized instantly. Bo did my wife. They are the clothes and trinkets worn br my oli ild, whom we lost In a crowd in London on tho 7th of August, eighteon years ago. This little dress" be hold it up "has my child's name on it Beatrice Mann. I wonder you " "I bad forgotten the name, said John Williams, "and have not notioed it for many years. Hut if that is your daugh ter, and who can doubt it? Great Heaven I your son is her husband!" "Lonlsisher husband," said Harry Mann with a srailo, "but Louis is not my son. You said when you gave me the little trunk that yon bad lost a aon the same day you adopted my child. Here are the olothea and triukots worn by a little boy, then three years old, whom I found on the 8th of August, eighteen years ago, the day after I lost my child. Louis is that boy. We found him wan dering in the streets my poor wife pitiod bim we protected bim, and as onr psHsago waa paid, and we were very poor, and the ship sailed that day, we brought him to New York with us. Ex amine the clothes. Wo found the name Louis on them." John Williams did so, and among thorn found a Jooket containing the min iature of his dead wifo tho mother of Louis. He oponed bis arms and criod: "My boy! my boy! bad your mother lived to see this day, my hnppinoss wore now complote." As he embraced Louis, his son, a scream and thou a fall was beard for Mrs. Vandol bud fainted. John Williams and Henry Mann never quarrelod after tbot day.nnd Mertis with Louis, husband and wife, returned to the borne of happy John Williams. Mrs. Vandol a deceit was soon discov avaA lmt.Tilin Williams was too hannv to storm about it, and politely told her . i iS Al and tier graceless son, ueorge, me sooner they loft J for parts unknown the bitter. Unpubllilird rage rrorn too Lift or Ueorge Washington. II in thn morrv summer time. To him the mother of the father of the country: "Georgo, doar, whore have you been since school was dismissed?' "Hadn't been nowhere, ma." "Did you oome straight home from school, Georgo?" "Yes, ma'am!" "Hut school is dismissed at 3 o'clock, and it is now half-past 6. How does that come?" "Got kep' in." "What for?" "Missod m' joggrafy less'n." "Hut your teacher was here only an hour afio, and said you hadn't boen at school all day." "Got kop' in ycatiddy, thon." "Georgo, why wore you not at school toduy?" "Foroot. Thoucbt all the time it ww Saturday." "Don t Btand on one side of your foot in that manner. Come here to mo. Qoorgo, yon have boen swimming. ao me. "l'os, you bavo, George. Haven't you?" "H-o-a, p. "Toll your motbor, Georgo?" "N-uo-k." . "Then, what ruakos you hair so wot, my son?" "Sweat. I ran so fast ooming from school." "But your shirt is wrong side out. ' tin.it a m 41. nf. wiiv wlmn T ctcA nntliia morning 'or luck. Always win when you play for keeps if your shirt's wrong side out." And vnu bavou't the nirht sleeve of your shirt on your arm at all, George, and there's a hard knot tied in it. How did that come there?" "Bill Fairfax tied it when I wasn t lookin'." "But what were you doing with your shirt off!" ni.in'tlinvA it off. He tost took'n tiod that knot in tbore when it was on me." "George." "That's honest truth, ho did." About that timo the noble Bushrod cauio along with u skate strap, and we ,lruur ft vitil nvnr tllO droudful SCOne. meroly remarking that boys do not seem to chango so muou as mou. unrungion Hawkeyo. German statistics concerning tho vi tality of children under different meth ods of feeding bave shown that 18.2 per nnn t nf Infants nursed bv their mothers died the flt yuarjof those nursed by wet nurses '."J..1J por cent, diedjoi niose arti ficially fed, M per oent. died; and of those reared iu institutions 81) per cout. diod. Further statistical comparisons show tbat poverty has a smaller clmuce for lifo than competence. luKing iuuu wnll.tn ilo tinrsonn and 11HK) poor per sons there wero living at the end of five years 1)13 of tho prosperous and only C55 of tho poor; aftor fifty years 677 were loft of the prosperous, aud only 283 of the poor J at seventy years ol age, jj.mh tuo nrnxtinmn remained, and but 155 of the poor. Among tho well-off clans tho aver age length of life was found to be fifty years, aud among the poor only tuiriy two. Mr .Tolm Rnaoell Younsr. nee Jewell. viti annm AtitxrtAininiT acconuts of tho ,1 to her husband aud self iu tho Flowery Kingdom, Every stopping pluco on route is remeuioorea dv me unique fetes given to them. At Yoko hama they were euwnuiuea at uinner that lasted eleven hours. At this Dsn- miAt ull nurtunf Oriental dishes aud delio ixina wrra anl-ved. intersDCrsed with French cookery and American traits and .. . i; . vegetables, the lasi ouioi ooinpuuivui iu the new Minister and bis wife. Conserves, mi ...... curAAfinuuta anil antdi. be and WS in this benighted land never dreamed of. lengthened out tne enuioss courses, in the intervals, of which the guests arose from their plaeea and wandered about the lauio ensuing wuu quo mwwi A St. Catherine'a, Canada, jury of twelve enlightened and thinking men, who were called to judge the facts of the case w herein a murder had probably been done its victim a woman came to tbe lore with the conclusion, "Diod by the visitation of God under auspicious oircumataneea." ' R0TGIIUU IT. Tf. wax a nleasant winter in Colorado, and there was not as much snow in tbe mountains as usual, but stm there was enougn and to spare in tlie Snowy Range. There were reports about gold in that section sufficiently exciting to take a man almost anywhere, yet the miners of Spring Gulch dreaded to face the extreme cold they were sure to meet with in crossing tbe mountains even for 'Gold. gold, fold, gold, Bright and jrtllow, bard and (old." if they hod to freeze to death in the ac quisition of it. At lonoth.however it was in January, and there was a prospect of thaw four old mountaineers, Bill Benton and three others, could resist the tempta tion no longer, and equipping them selves for the journey, they started out from the camp as pretty an outfit as ever struck for the hills, and carried with thorn the beat wishes of all the dwollers of Spring Gulch. With stronir hopes and light hearts did Benton and his companions ride out on the bright January morning. Stout ponies were under them, their arm were in rood condition.ammunition in plenty, and their pack . mulo carried sufficient . . .i provision lor severui uujo juiirnrj. Cheerily they started away, the morning sun smiling auspicioualy on them as thev went, and then, when they bad dis appeared around the bend of a bill, Spring Gulch once more sank back into is normal state oi quici. The duvs succeeding the departure ol the Benton party passed slowly at Spring Gulch, to-day being very much similar to it neighbor vestordav. with a strong probability of a twin-like resemblance to iue prospeuuva wuimiuw, intra were Dossed at"GroR(ty" McBride's, the "Hotel," as a board over the door WOUIU lUO.ll.ttlB 111 IU uo. -ui"ne,J tahliHhmoct was not as attractive a pla3e as one could wish wherein to obtain rest and refreshment after a long day'a ride, but still it was better than no shelter if ffce westher was bad. The floor would probably have boen a harder bed-if mode of slabs instead of earth, and if some of the chinks between the logs were not well stopped up with mud it was all the better for ventilation. Fortunately for froggy, bis patrons were not fastidious, and took things as they found them. which were rather rough, even lor me diggings. "The weathor had changed and be come colder sinoe the prospecting party started out. It waa a dark and bluster ing night, und groggy s public room was well filled with the denizens of the Gulch. . . . 'Tears to me as it s time to be bearin from Benton and tho boys, said Groggy, addressing the company gen erally, as he camo around from bohind the bar. . . 'Looks sonallv for them, replied Joe Baxter, hunter, miner and oracle of the Gulch, as he aimed and dextorously de livered an "old soldier" between the eyes of a dog lying asleep in a corner, and then carved a fresh chunk from bis plug with his hunting knife to nil up the vacuum in his cheek, his remark pausing moanwhile, leaving his'listeners in doubt as to whether his emphasizod "them" referred to the Benton party, or tho dog, which had in the meantime, started np in surprise, and after rubbing bis nose with bis paw, turned 'round throe times and then settled down in the same place. Mr. Baxter, after adjusting his V'chaw" to bis satisfaction, and wiping his knife on the loar of his breechos, Deemed to awaken to tho fact that bo had boen talk ing, and that tho waiting world of Spring Gulch was pining to know why it looked "squally," so ho procoedod to conclude his unfinished, and.so far, rather equivo cal remark. "The trio as them fellers went on ain't no amoosement fur children; and ef they happen to getcaught 'bout Devil's Gap or Louo -Cannon in a storm like this they'll find themsolvcs a prospect ing in that country the parson told us about afore the night U over. It's six teen days now since they loft the Gulch, and they was to be back in twolve." "Bill Benton will be back," said a smooth faced, sharp-featured gentleman, with his wandering, clear gray eyes and a rakish appoaranoe. "I'll risk five ounces of dust on it. for he said he d come home, and Bill never went back on his word. "I am here.' said a husky voice at the door, which caused the whole crowd to turn with startled looks toward the new comer, who had eutered unobserved bo cause tbe prospect of a bet bad entirely absorbed the attention of the assem blage. "I am here," he repeated, in a still faintor voieo as they stared at hha as at a "spirit or goblin damned, una tho stranger sank to the floor as though exhausted with the last effort. "I said so. it's Bill Benton, by cxeluimed the smooth-faoed gentleman, aud started to the prostrate figure, fol lowed by the others. "It was bill Ueuton, at leasi wua was loft of him. Tale, emaciated, weak from the loss of blood, ragged and muddy, yet still Bill Benton, tho mountaineer, or his ghost, and as he lay thero, "all of a heap, the dwellers of tho settlement scarcely recognized their former strong aud hardy companion. They were rough those residents of Spring Gulch; men who feared not death and were familiar with scenes of blood, sturdy miners, plainfmen, mountaineers, adventurers and gamblers; but no wo man's band ever tended with more gen tleness and care her child than did the hands of these rugged borderers remove to a comfortable place aud cure for Bill Benton. "I aiu't cot long to stay, boys," Bald Brnton, in a trembling voice, as they gathered around him and offered bia words of svmimthv while they asked after bis missiug comrades. "My time's come. I feel sartin. but there s one con solation I can toll the boys of Spring Gulch where to find enough dust to make 'em all rich, and then in broken tones he told them of his journey. It is not my purpose to follow Benton's narrative ol the prospecuog trip tlirongn the monntains. to describe their hopes, fears, disappointments and successes, tbe weary rides over icy hillsides and through snow-blocked canons, the camps in desolate places and in grand ampin theaters of nature s building, the beanti ful scenery and desert waste placet through which they rode for gold. It it only the closing scene of their jnnrney with which I have to do, and aa to the rat I shall say bat liUle. They had found it rough riding through the hills and little encourage mont in their prospecting, but at last Htrnck Esglo river deposits, and in ten days from the time they left borne had aa much in the way of specimens as they could take back with them, so they sad dled up and started on the return, which was only about a four dsys' journey. Light-hearted over their success, they thought little of the fatigue and obsta cles of the way, and went merrily home through snow and ice. At the end of the seoond day thdy emerged from the Great White Canon and pitched camp in an ex cellent place at the head of a small ravine, the high sides of which, together wiih the thick growth of cedar and chaparral, protected them from the north wind's breath. Their horses had been cared for, sup nnr was over, and thev were taking their evening smoke around their camp-fire,. and tulking of their "and, wncn tuey were Btartled by a scream or roar which eohoed on tho mountain side and down through the dark ravine, causing them to sjiring to their feet and seize their gunB. Tbe horses snorted with foar and three of them broke their stake ropes and (lushed away. A few minutes of si lence and then again sounded through the clear air of the night anothor roar, loudor, wilder, more terriblo than the first and then stillness again. They knew what it meant. Men used to the mountains did not have to hoar that ter riblo cry a socond time to know who their unwelcome neighbor was, and the mountaineer always takes tho defonsive when so uupleusant a guest is expected in camp. One man scoured moro securely tho remaining horse in the rear of the camp and rejoined his comrades in time to re ceivo four huge mountain lions which came dashing down the ravine, and whose glaring eyes served as targets for the rifles to aim at. Owing to the un certainly of their aim in the darkness tbe prospectors only succeoded iu wounding two of the brutes, though not seriously, but just enough to make thorn more fo rocious. On they came like a hurricane, and down went two men under tbe mere force of the terrific attack. Rifles dis charged and no time to reload, revolvers emptied with little apparent effect on the tawny breasts, cold steel remained for the mountaineers and the trusty bunting knives flashed in the firelight. Gladia tors of ancient Home, stand back! This is the battle ground of the giants. No preparation for tbe onset, no admiring crowds to wave kerchiefs, and throw choice flowers at the foet of the con querors; nothing but darkness around outside the circle of firelight, and death hovering near by to hurry them over the river; cold steel against teeth and claws. And well did theso men of tho frontier wield their bloody blades. Who could successfully describe such a combat without seeing it? Not I, and niained, bleeding, nearly dead, Bill Bon ton took too active a part and was too near the river crossing that leads to eternity to graphically picture the con flict. " It war considerable of a scrimmage, boys,' said Bill, "and we did our best, but them Range Mountain vermits are the tarnalest critters to fight and the hardest to kill I ever stuck a knife into. I don't know nothin' about the others after I emptied my bix shooter, for they war onto me, ond I had business of im portance to tend to without watchin' them. I jest weut to work and whilo the critter was chawin my shoulder and bnstin' my ribs a bit with his paw I found a nice spot to put away my knife and he sorter sickened and let my shoulder alone ofter that. It must ba' bin an hour, jedging from the way tho moon sot in the sky, and it mought a bin more, when I kinder woke up like with suthiu' a pressin' on my stomach as .if I'd bad too much supper, ana to ten tne Bquare truth, I did have a belly full that night if it wasn't supper. Wall, thar I war on my back, all tore up ana uiooay, ana that lion a lavin' right across mo stone dead. I just remarked, facetions like, that if it was all the same to him l a lay oat bis corpse on a different kind o' coolin' board, and then I crawled out as well as I could. It wasn't much of a crawl to speak of, bein' sort o' disjinted- like in my apparatus, but i trot out ut last, aud thou I Baw a cheerin' sight for a ohawed-up man, with ctmp a hundred miles away. There they war, all three of the boys, bloody, stiff and cold, and done prospeotin lorever, ana mem lions uaa quit the roarin bizness ior tne iuiure. "When I found the boys had all throwed up their hands, and 1 had to play the game out alone, I fixed np the fire a bit und then tied the rags round the hole that varmint had made in me as well as I could, and, after loadin' np the weepins. rolled up in my blanket to rest till daylight. To tell the square truth, boys, I don't much take to sleepin' in a graveyard, specially wbeu the corpse ain't buried yet, and you can bet your last nugget that I didn t have a partio lur nleasin' sleep, but I felt rested some and when the sun got up I managed to git np too, purty stiff and sore though. "I wasn't in no fix for bavin' funerals, so I had to leave the boys layin' there uncovered, and aftir ridin fur four days. I'm here again at Spring Gulch, pretty well done np. There's gold at Eagle river, bovs. and them as goes there can get it but unless tbe signs don't pint true, Bill Benton's prospectin' in the Snowy lUngo is now over." Bill Benton's words were true. He hid been i n the Snowy Range for tbe last time, for though be lived for several weeks after bis return, be never left Groggy McBride or. the homely blanket bed on which his rough, yet kind hearted friends bud laid him. It was a sad night at Spring Gulch when he came back so wounded and weay, and reported the fate ol his brave comrades and a sad day when Joe Baxter marshaled the funeral procession to follow his remains to the li:tle claim, six feet by two, which they bad staked out for him on the hillside, nor were all eyes dry on that occasion, for some of these rough border men had hearts as tender aa a woman's, and Spring Gulch had rather "tied to" Bill When the verbena beiran to put a pur pie carpet on the prairies Spring Oulch was deserted. The wind sighed through iU empty cabins, and coyotes prowled around the recent haunts ot men nnques tioned, for Eagle River had superior at tractions, and drew away all tbe popula tion. Qroggy McBride wens with the rest and sot up a right roal hostelry in the new and more prosperous digging, and for a long time after, when the boy rnnbt imMiAr around his bar.olatod with their iuoeess in the mines, on which they wnra not ant to be silent, joeiiaxwr wnnlil liAVA for his standing toast, as a sort of thanksgiving after a feast, Groggy always commanding silence so that it might be heard: , "Them aa rean don t Bliers UO tne sowin'. Therefore, here's to the memory of Bill Benton and the prospectors of the Snowy Range, and hopin' the claims as they is workin' now turns out pure gold." . Too Cute. "Are von reallv Bure that we can al ways bo happy and contented to live to gether, darling? Do you really believe that you can give up all the world and its vanities and settle right down like a model husband should, love? You will novor wish to stay out all night 'with the boj B,' as they call it. You are quite, quite sure you will not?" and two blue eyes gazed a sweet interrogative into his eyes. "lou can put your wuoie puo on mat to win, sis," he murmured. "You will never, never sigh lor some other, fairer than I? You will never read the poetry that you sent to your first love, and hint that you can only love once in a lifo time? You will never call me by some other girls name in your sleep? Ah, you will never do that, will yon, darling.' "Not any, he whispered, throwing bin off arm about ber more or less Bup pie form and giving her one ou the Hps for luck. "You will always tell me everything that passes iu your busy lifo, darling? You will have no secrets from your own little wife? Not a single little tiny one, yon are quite sure? You will let me read all your letters, and toll me all about your business? We shall be truly and really ono in everything, buuu wo not, ducky?" "Won. you can just bet your Wo we will," be said, giving her another plump upon the lips, with a good hug thrown in by way of interest. "You will never smoRo in bod. or re fuse to ruako calls, or dislike mother, or compell mo to ask you for money, or bo cross becauso I have a headache in the morning, or" "See here. sis. said he. as his arm re laxed bis bold abont her form, "I should like to ask yon a question before we go any further. Just one, and then you may fire em in on me to the end oi tuo last quarter." "What is it. darling?" she cbirped.get- ing hold of bis hand and putting the arm about her once more. "You'll give it to me straight?" he whispered. "You can trust me always, love, sue lisped. "Well, then, on the dead levol.are you a maid oa widow?" "Why, the horrid thing! Of course I I I've never been married, she sobbed. "How could you ask mo such a question?" "Well, I kinder thought i dropped to too much knowledge in your questions," he replied. When did you catch on to so much wisdom, little one?" "Oh. mamma told mo to ask you "That settles it," he said, "somebody else cuu tako my hand. Thero s too much mother-in-law fn this deal to play it out." And be skipped. A Tonchius 8tory This touching story was told by East man Johuson to a correspondent iu Nan tucket: On a narrow island near the New England coast, whero the crier goes abont the streets by day, and the watch man by niebt. where they dispose ol surplus meat by auction, and the morry maiden and the tar go junketing to gether in an ancient calash, lives an old lady, Auntie B . The same roof has sheltered three generations of her fajiily, and it would require little less than an earthquake to dislodge her from ber seat by the old-fashioned nrepiaoe. luore she sits, a picture of peace and content ment. "Haven't you a singlo regret in your life?" we asked her once. She drouned her knutiner. and a dreamy look crept over her plaoid yes. "Yes. she said at length, "1 nave. Ten years ago, when my dear dead sister was alive, a man with a hand-organ came to this island by the Bteumer. Oh, he could play beautifully. He came near onr street, and my sister says to me, 'Let us go down to the corner and See him play.' Well, do you know, I didn't go, after all, but she said it was just splendid; and I suppose I shall regret not hearing that organ-grinder to my dying day." And the dear old soul dropped a tear on the half-heeled stocking. the Wouided Veterau. The average Washington claim agont is not a man to be disturbed by any scruples of conscience: "You say you were wounded during the late war?" "That's what I said," returned the ap plicant. "Do you remember in what year it was?" "In 1864, 1 think." "Whore was yon wounded?" "In the wrist.'' "Was it a minnie, ball?" "Not exactly. Her name was Minnie, but it was a corset bone that wounded me." "All right," exclaimed the agent, " wo'll call it a b.yonet stab." To-day the corset scarred veteran is occupying a lucrative place on Uncle Sam's pension roll. Solemn Thoughts. "Be jabers," said Patrick O'Rafferty, as he was reading about a case of suicide; "be jabers, if iver I take me own life it will lie wid chloroform." "Nivir do the loike of that. Fat," (.aid Mrs. O'Rafferty, "for yer inimies will bring it np agin ye aftherward as long as ye live." "I know all that, but little I'll care. It's the best way to doi, for ye sea, Mrs. O'Rafferty, ye just doze off, and you don't aven know ye are dead till yer wake up, and rade about it in the papers." "That's throe," said Mrs. O'Rafferty, solemnly, and the subjeet was dropped. This having trowsers so tight all ronrd baa its distdvantiffpa. Whon a bull dog grabs at the baob of them he's liable to awn a piece ol tha hue too. , Hijirs fob ihk iiomnoiD ' Grape Jam -The common wild era... is best for this Boil soft, and stT grapes through a seive-a pounS ,5 sugar to a pound of pnlp. R0il it twu 01 minutes, stirring often reach Fritters.- A battor nf -. i . eggs, eight tubiespoouful. of flour , a quart of milk. Have ready in a frvini, pan some nice butter, hot. To ever, tublespoonful of the batter add half k peach, and fry, draining each tlrouu-h a skimmer as you take it up. Servo with ugar. Teach Butter. Pare ripe peaches and put them in a preserving kettle, with sufficient water to boil tbem Boft; then sift through a colander, removing the stones. To each quart of peaches pot one and one-half pounds of sugar and boil very alowly one hour. Stir often and do not let them barn. Put in stone or gloss jars and keep in a cool place. Quince Je'.ly. Take clean nice par ings and seeds. Put them in your porce lain kettle, cover with water aud cook until very soft, drain thronch a flnn..! bog (without squeezing), boil the juice from twenty minutes to threo quarters of an hour; you cannot toll when it it boiled enough unless you oool a little of tbe juice; do not put sugar iu until the juice begins to be thiok; skim off all the troth that rises, for on this depends the purity of the jolly. Fried Stouk and Onions. Melt slump of buttor in a frying pun; covor tho bot tom of the pun with onions sliced very thin; then lay the steak over them; when the ouions are fried until they are tender put the beef on tho bottom of the pan and cover it with the onions; add butter or lard as yon need it. Liver cooked in this way is nice also. When it is done lay it on a platter and heap the onions on the meat. A very little gravy made in the pan in which you have cooked the meat is an addition, but make ouly a lit tle and turn over the meat, seasoning it well with suit and pepper. A 3etr Trofestlon. "I regard elootrical engineering as one especially suited for oducatcd women," says Mr. Grser. "Now I should think this might be a matter of special interest in Massachusetts, where it is said yon have 60,000 more women then men. There are, it is safe to 8y, 100,000 too many lawyers and doctors and teachers in this country. Every profession it overorowded, and the result is medioc rity and a constant struggle against the limit of conditions. A new profession is an incalculable public benefit. Eleo trical engineering can be learned in oue-half the timo given to the study of law or medicine. Great fortunes have already been made in its pursuit. The enormous extension of the telegraph, the telephone, tho electrio light, and, as will bo, the electrio railway to all parts of the world, creates a grout demand for skilled electricians." "What is the foundation required, educationally, to enable ono to leuru electrical engineering?" A good mathematical and scientific education, such as the scientific oourae of our universities confer." "Another important demand also for electrical powei," continued Mr. Greer, "is me iiistrinuuon oi power 10 manu factories, shops and all kinds of me chanical work. There is no doubt that in time such vast extension of works at those of febeffleld, England will dis tribute the entire power required from the central electrical appliance. It may even be given to the workmen individu ally at their cottages, and thus avoid what Buskin calls the 'thundering devils' of machinery and tbe crowding of men into these great factories. Boston Traveler. Water Finders. - Ono nf (linan imliviilnnl who UOS3PS vlint li ami to tin culled sn impossible power of detecting water beneath the surface by the turning ot a loraeu wiiuu hazel or apple tree twig in his hands whon passing over the locality where water was desired uas msae uis appeai ance on Cape Code. A Provincetown man says that the "water finder" is quite old and nearly blind. "He locates water for well diggers, or pretends to, simply liv mnvinor uhnnt nver the surface with his eyes totally blinded. He protends to give also aoout tne numLer i below the surface at which the water will be found. It is said that the old water finder is a farmer and a liiue-i.m-r.ur. aUn flint. Iia iuh been employed at Beverley and Newport at $8 per dy this season, and succeeded in iulbhub water; also, that he succeeded in detect inr fi,.. iirnr nf mntal." Investiga tion shows that a person somewhat an swering this description uas noun iu". I in lnintiniT WAtflf veillB till season along the line of tbe Eastern Rail road, and that there are others in i England who have fully shown them selves possessed of the same "power of di vination." In upper New Hampshire wells are often located by euoh means. Bostou Herald. A Fierce Fioht Between Bbutbs. A singular and novel fight recently oo enrred at a barn on Madison street, in this city. In the barn in question is ' present being stabled a tine stallion. The owner of the horse also has a large bulldog. The horse and the dog rever seemed to be good friends, and last even ing the bulldog got in the stall occupied by the horse, and a furious fight ensued between the two. Tho dog sprang at the horse with the savage determination to annihilate bim. The surprised stallion managed to shake tho brute off and give him several animated kicks. Bat tne dog continued the row and the two fought for nearly an hour so furiously that no one dared go near them to inter fere, and it was only after the persistent dog had been severely punished ana badly used np that he desisted ana limped out of the stable. The horse w not seriously injured, but it is though that the dog will die from the effeots oi bis wounds.-f Council Bluffs Nonpsreu. A law just passed in Denmark pwT,Je" that all drunken persons shall be U home in carriages at the expense oi m" landlord who sold them the last gia Now, if that waa the law in this oonnUT. what would be the result? Why. our enterprising gin-millists d ran. bitter rivalry to aee who should Jnn" the most attractive and comfortable oar riagrs. '