, . 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. '