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4 ' TWO Of Tilt. In the firm bout porch tht farmrr ut With Ilia dauKbtor, barilla: eutj cbat ; Rha u bit only cblld, lud ta Thought her aa fair a girl could I. 4 wm bit Jeluu III old 010 grew. If hi landed an ntlubt com lo woo; Hi one prl lamb and ber lorlnff ear 11 wtautxl with aubudjr Ia to abar. "Then abotiM b two of jrnu, cblld," ild be "Tbere ebuuld be two to welcome me When I oome borne from the field et flight; Two would make the old borne brlKbt. Tbere'e oelgbbor Gray, with hie children four, To be filed tonxluer. Hid 1 ooe mure, A proud old father I'd be, injr deer, With two good cblldreo to greet me here," Down by the Kile, 'oettb the old elm tree, Donald welted elone; end ehe for whom be welted hie love cell heard. And oo eltber cheek the bluebee atlrred. "father," ebe cried, end knelt ber down, And kleaed the hand that we old and browu "Patber, tbere may be two If you will, And I your only daughter ellll, "Two to welcome you hotre et night. Two to make the old borne bright; 1 and eomebotly ele." "law," Hald the farmer; "and who may aoueuody ber Ob, thedlmpleeon Beaale'a cbeek, That played with the bluabee et hide end ami I Away from hi gaxe ahe turned ber head "Due of neighbor Oray'e children, air," ebe laid. "H'ml" laid the farmer; "make It plain, Ie It ftuean, Alice or Mary Jeue?" Another kla on the eged hand, To help the farmer to underatand "H'uil" eald the farmer; "yee, I eee; If two for Toumelf, and one for me. Hut Beeaie eald, "There can be bnt one For uie and my heart till life la done." Chicago Tribune. AUTUM1 BLOBSOJIS. How was it that I canie to bo an old bachelor? Not booatue of hating women lam ati re, for I liked them very much, and never could have spoken to ono rudely or discourteously in my life. An nearly as I know it was in this wiso: My futher died, loaving a fumily of children, a wife, and an old fathor and mother, of whom only mysolf wa able to earn a shilling. Ho had novor saved anything. Ho after tho first griof, when wo had calmed down, and wore able to look mat ters quietly in the face thore was a wretched sort of prospect for us. I was only an accountant and had a young fol low'! way of wasting my small salary in a thousand different ways, I had been "paying attention" to Elsie Hall, who, young and childish as she was, had a way of leudiug bor :admirors into extrava gance. Of all the trials of that never-to-be-forgotten timo, I think the greatest was appearing to be niggardly in thoso babr blue eyes. J did not mind wearing plain suits, discarding kid gloves, and renouncing the opera, but not to lay those bouquets, and books, and dainty bits of jowelry, and mnltidudinous trifles at Elsie's foot, was a very torriblo ordeal. I passed, though; and if ever a a man had reason to be thankful I had, for the acquisitive littlo beauty jilted me in a mouth for Tom Tandem, who was rich and lavish of gifts, and who rau away from her, after a marriago of ten months. I workod night and day and managod to keep tho wolf from tho door. Sometimes I usod to think how well it was for Elsie that slio had not really loved mo, for she could have had noth ing but a diurnal prospect of wearing out her youth in a dreary, hopeless engage ment to ono too poor to marry. That was until Tom ran off. Then I thought it would havo boon even better for her to have shared our humble homo and poor faro, and tho love I could have Kiven her, than to be deserted so. And I pitied her as if sho had not proven her self heartless. But I nevor went noar hor, of oourso, and I nevor even spoko of her to my mother. I grew no younger all this whilo, and every yoar seemed to add tive years to my looks. I had nevor been very hand some or very merry, and soon I became conscious of a peculiar, middle-agod look, which settles down upon sonio poo plo very early. Strangers, too, began to take me for the head of tho family; and once, in a new neighborhood, the butcher alludod to "my wife." I found that he moant my mother, and only wondered that it was not dear old grannie. She was eighty, grandfather ninety, and they died one bright nnttiam day before prosperity came to us, diod within an hour of each other for grannie just said, "I think 1 11 lie down a bit now Lemuel don't neod me. I'm very tired." Thou she kissed me and said, "Yon'vo been a good boy to your grandma, Ed ward. You'll have that to think of." And when wo next looked at her sho was dead, with her hand upon her oheek hike a sleeping child. So two were gone, and wo wero sadder than bofore. And then Joan, my eldest sister, married at sixteen a physician, who carried her off to Hindoostan in her honeymoon. And we could none of ns fool tho wed ding a happy thing. But proajwrity did oomo at last. I had worked hard for it, and anything a man makes his sole object in this life, ho is vory sure to attain. We wore comfortable easy. Ah, ' what a word that is after years of strug gle! At luHt we were rich. But by that timo I was fivoandforty a largo, dark, middle-aged man, with a face that looked to myself in the glass as though it were perpetually iutout on figures. The girls were married. Diek had tukou to the soa, and we saw him once a year or ho; and Ashton was at home with mother and myself the only really handsome member, of our family, and bint two and-twonty. And it was on his birthday, I remember that tho letter caiuo to me from poor Hunter that let ter which began "When th se lines roach you, Ned Sanford, I shall have my six foot of earth all I ever owned, or would if I had livod to be a hundred." We had lxcn young together, though he was really older than I, and wo had been dote friends once, but a roving fit hod sel.ed him, and we had not met for years I knew he had married a young Kentish girl, and knew no more, but now he told me that she was dead, and that his death would leave a daughter an orphan. "She is not quite penniless," he wrote, "for her mother had a little income, which, poor as I was, I was never brute enough to meddle with, and it has de scended to ber. But I have been a roll ing stone, gathering no moss all my life, and we luve never stayed long enough in ono place to make friends. Will jou be her guardian? It is a dying man's List request." And the result of that letter, and an other from the lawyer who bad Annie Hunter's little fortune in charge, was that one soft ipring day found me on board a great steamer which lay at rest after her voyage in the protecting arms of Liverpool, with two little hands in mine, and a pair of great brown eye lifted to my face, and a aweot voice choked with sobs saying something of "poor papa," and of how much he had spoken of me, and of the lonely voyage, and the green graves loft behind: and I, who bad gone to meet a ohild and found a woman, looking at her and feeling toward ber as I had never looked npon nor felt to any otbor, Not to Elsie Hall. It was not the boy ish love-droam oomo again. Analyzing my emotion, I found only a great longing to protect and comfort her to guard ber from evory pain and ill, and I said to mysolf: "This is as a father must feci to a daughter; I can be a parent to Oeorgo Hunter's child in very truth." And I took her homo to the old house and to my old mother. I thought only of them ; somehow I nevor thought of Ashton. Shall I ever forget how she brightened the sombre roomsl How, as her sadness wore away, she sang to us in the twi light! How etrangely a something which made tho return home, and the long hours of evening soem so much brighter f'an they Lad ever been hoforo, stole into my life. I never went to sleep in church now ; I kept awake to look at Olive Hunter to listen to her pure oon tralto, as nhe joined in the singing. Somotimos I caught her eyo hor great unfathomable brown eyo for she had a habit of looking at me. Was sho won dering how u face could be so stern and grim, I used to ask myself. Ashton usod to look at hor also, no had been away when sho first came to ns, and when be roturnod sho was a grand surprise to him. " Ub, how lovely alio is, no una said to me. "She is very pretty," I replied. Ashton laughod. "May I nevor be an old bachelor if it brings me to calling such a girl 'vory pretty, be said, and I folt conscious that my obeek flushed, and folt angry that be slioald have spoken to mo thus, though I bad never oared before. Thoy liked each other very much those two young things. They wore togethor a great dual. A pretty picture thoy mado in the Venetian window in tho suniot. He a fair-haired, blue-eyed, Saxon-looking youth, sho so exquisitely dark and glowing. Everyone liked her. Even my old clork, Stephen Hartley, used to say her presence lit tho office moro than a dozen lamps, the nearest approach to a poetical spocch of which old Stephen was ever known to be guilty; and I never knew how much ahe was to me until one even- injr, whon. coming homo earlier than usual, I saw In that Venetian window whore Ashton and Olive had made so many ploasant pictures for me, one that I never forgot that I never shall forget as long as I live. She stood with hor back to me. Ash ton was kneeling at her feet. The sound of the opening door dissolvod the pic ture, hut 1 had seen it, ami I stolo away to hide tho stab thai it had given mo. I sat down in my own room, and hid my fuco in my hands, and would have been glad to hide it bonoath my coffin lid. I knew now that I loved Olive Hunter; that I lovod hor, not as an old man miuht love a child, but as a young man might love the woman who ought to be his wife bettor than I had lovtd Elsio Hall, for it was not boyish passion, but earnest, heartfelt love. I in love! I aroso and lookod in the mirror, and my brood shouldored reflec tion Hashed before my gaze. The spring-time of my lifo had Mown, and my summer had oome and gone, and in the autumn I hod dreamed of love's bud and blossom. I knolt hoside my bod, and prayed that I might not hato my brother that I might not even envy him. His touch upon my door startled mo. He camo in with something in his manner not usual to him, aud sat down opposite me. Tor a few momenta Bilcnt. Then he said, speaking rapidly and bushing like a girl, "Nod, old fellow, you you saw me making a fool of myself just now, I sup pose " I bhw you on your knees," I said. 'And thought mo a Billy fellow, oh? But you don't know, Ned. You can't understand yon have buon so calm and cool all your life through, you know. She is driving mo mad. Ned, I do believe sho loves mo, but Bhe won't say yes. I'd give my right hand for her love. I must have it, and I think you can help mo, Ned. From something she said I beliovo sho thinks you would disapprove; per haps you are one oi tho old leuows who wuuta everybody to marry for money. Tell her you'JO not, Nod, dear follow, tell her yon have no olfaction, and I II novor forgot it, indoed I won't." "Tell bor I have no objection, 1 said meehanirally. "You know you are master horo, and as much uiy father as if you were really ono, instead of a brother," said Ashton. "If I did not know how kindly you hod been to both of us I should not coutide in you, for it i a serious thing to bo in love, Ned, and you may thauk hoaven you know nothing of it." Know nothing of it! Ah, if ho could have road my heart then) "I'll do what I can, Ashton," I said ut last. "I'll try my best." And ho Anna his arms about me in his own boyish fashion and left me alone alone with my thoughts. He bad said truly, I bad been a fattier to him. I wan old enough to bo hers, aud no one should know my silly droam. I would hide it while I lived. As I once said: "I've only the old folks and tho childrou now," I said, "I will only think of mother aud Ashtou. Let my own life be as nothing; I have lived for them; if needs bo, I will die for them." But I would not see or speak to Olive that night, nor till the next day was nearly done. Then, in tho twilight, I sat beside her, and took hor hand. "Olive," said I, "I think you know that Ashton loves you. I am sure he has told you so. And you can you not love him?" She drew hor hand from mine and saM not a word. "I should rejoice in my brother'! hap piness. I should think him happier in having yoar love than anything else could mats hiaa," I said." "1 told him I would tell you ao. And then aha apoke. "You wish me to marry Ashton?" Roproach was in tho tone reproach and sorrow. "If you can love him, Olive, I Raid. She arose. She seemed to shrink from me, though in the dark I could not boo her face. "I do not love him," she said. And we were still as doath. Then suddenly Olive Hunter began to sob. "You bavo been vory kind to me. I love you all," she scid, "but I cannot stay here now. Ploase lot me go some whore else. I must I cannot live here." "Oo from us, Olive?" I aaid. "Nay, we are no tyrants; and onoe assured that you do not love him, Ashton will" "Hush!" she panted; "hush! Ploase let me go away! Plcaso let me go away!" The moon was rising. Her new-born light foil upon Olive's face. Perhaps its whiteness made hor look so pale. She loaned against the wall with her little hand upon hor heart, her unfathom able eyes full of pain. How had I hurt ber so? A now thought struck me. "Perhaps you love some one else, Olive?" And at that she turnod her face from me and hid it in her hands. "Too muoh too much. You might have spared me that," she said. "Let me go away. I wish you had never brought me here." And I arose and went to hor. I bent over the woman I loved; I touched her with my hand; her soft hair brushed my cheek. "Olive," I said, "if coming herd has brought pain upon yon, I wish I bad not. I would have died to make you happy." And my voice trembled and my band shook, and she turned hor fuco toward me again and looked into my eyes. What she saw in mine I do not know the truth, I think. In hors I read this. I was not old to her not too old to bo loved. I stole my arm about hor; sho did not untwine it. I uttered her name, "Olive" huskily, Aftorward I told her of my struggle with myself, not then. I said: "Olive, I love you, but it cannot be that you care for me. I am old enough to be your father." And again I saw in her eyes the happy truth, and took hor to my heart. But we kopt our secret for a while, for we both loved Ashton, and both knew that his wound was not too deep to find a balm; and within a yoar, when the boy brought home a bride, a pretty creature whom he loved, and who lovod him, I claimed Olive. And she is mine now; and the autumn blossoms of my heart will only fade on earth to bloom again through all eternity in Paradise. II air Growing Alter Death. In tho Times' account of the appoar- ance presented by Lord Crawford's body at the second exhumation is the follow ing paragraph (October 11th) : "On removing part of the covering of tho face aud neck, short hair with a faint reddish tint was found on the front of tho neck and cheeks, and a tuft of simi lar hair on the top of the head." One of the chief patron saints of Si enna is St. Oulgano, whoso legend is one of the most romantic of the "ages of faith." Tho Sionose painters lovo to depict him as a beautiful youth with a profusion of golden curls, He closed his poetical life of peuanco at the early ago of .thirty three, in and the head was dcliverod as the palladium of Sienna, to tho convent of the maiden Polissena, who, whon sent to win him back to the world, had instead been won by him to give herself to a lifo of relig ion. A magnilioont reliquary of gold enumel was subsequently made for it, of such exquisite workmanship that it was long supposed to bo Byzantine, but Count.Pccoi has truced.it successfully to the hand , of Giovanni do Bart lo di Maestro Fredi, a brother of the painter, an "orafo" (goldsmith), who was much in Koine, but was working in his nativo Sienna in 1373. It is still in a orfcct stato of preservation, as is tho load of St. Qalgano within it. The metal cover winds up and down with a koy by a clover mechanism, which has kept iu order for 600 years, and exposes the head to view in an inner case oi glass. The case is little more than a skull with the skiu tightly dried, and the head is all covered with hair, and curls hang over tho temples and brow. This hair is all said to grow (the ourls moro than the rest), and is regularly cut about evory throe years. In somo of tho numerous fraternity chapels of the same Sienna, delightful . . ... 1 i . - 4 1 ior us meuiovai remains, is u uuut ami expressive, though not ploasing, solf sized crucifix, of which tho tale is like wise that the hair grows, some devoted person having bequeathed his scalp to it, according to one legend. Particles of tho shorn hair wero in each case readily given mo; but that, of course, proves nothing. But tho good faith of the sim ple peoplo concerned makes oue loath to aseribo it to a deception. The passage quoted above about the body of Lord Crawforu suggests that tho Italian pro cess of embalming is favorable to the growth of hair after death. Notes and Queries. Mrs. Melville, wife of tho Arctic ex plorer has been released from the insane asylum kftor two mouths' incarceration, because the managers old not consider hor a fit subject for treatmeut in that in stitution. She has gone to her home with two of hor children, the other hav ing beeu taken by tho father. An allow ance of $90 a montu is promised bor, but she understands that sho is not to have the society of her husband in the future. She relates her history of tho family dif ficulties, and makes out a pitiful ease. From somo of her admissions and the in coherence of some of her statements it seems probable that the unfortuuate wo man is addicted to tho use of stimulants to some extent, probably opium. Tho Czar and Cz trina have actually driven through the streets of St. Foters bnrgh and not baen fired at or molested. Somo time ago the Czar ventured to drive iu tho same way, though alone. When tho carriage disappeared within the palace gates, amid the loyal shouts of the multitudes, a story was suddenly circulated to .the effect that the Czir had not left the palaoe walls, and the multi tude had been shouting, "Long live the Emperor." to a big doll. The indigna tion knew no bounds. Wonder if they've got a doll lady, to!? Tfllll A TIETT TO SUIRIM0.1T. Lydia Brockloby, on the morning of November 10, 180'Jf, found herself exaot y thirty-nine years of age, spare of Hcnrn. Hnare of hair, teeth and money, and knowing ahe bad very little time to spare, the maiden took solemn counoil with herself. The ravage! of age bad been skillfully (and in a measure) oblit erated by a long and careful course of treatment bofore her glass. But the soul of Lydia was harrowed by the reflections of her mind as well as hor mirror, for well she knew the mahogany parchment skin that lived bohind the thickly ap plied ' Bloom of Eternal Beauty," and though the full complement of molar! and incisors gleamed between bor teeth, didn't ehe wince aa she thought of the three front, two at the side and four be hind, that bad occasional fits of despond ency and dropped, to her horror, ono- half of an inch irom tno unaesiraoie companionship of the solitary front and the isolated back, the only old settlers time had lott her upper jaw? Hope springs eternal in the old maid'i breast, and hope still animated the well padded bosom of our friend, Lady Brockloby, on this, her thirty-ninth birthday. Lr. Druggist and Counselor Tappom had been tinally abandoned as totally imprac ticable, and the spinster had turned her powers upon a new flold. The morning papers had contained me ioiiowing ad vertisement, under tho head of " Matri- monials: " "A hichlv sensitive aud accomplished young laiiv, witu groan claims upon . . . i i i: . .. .1 grace ana beauty, unuerio uiaupfjuiuimi in congenial companionship, takes this method in hopes to meet somo noblo soulod Christian gentleman, who can ap preciate, and foster and cherish the warm and tender bud of love burning to burst into blossom within her bosom. To such a one a speedy interview will be so corded, and a correspondence invitod to that end, with Miss Lotty Lark, Station X." The next law days brought several answers from several aspirants for the position of gardener to the bursting blossoms in her bossom. One came from a young man of eighteen, who had been ruthlessly "blighted in his own hones and had forsworn the sex, but in tho highly sensitive nature of Letty Lark he forsaw a gleam of happiness upon his dark future." A second was from a corn-doctor, who naturally ex claimed: "Is thore a balm in Oilead? Can there be such a panacea for my life's ills, as the gentle, beaptitul iiettyr And a third, evidently a carpenter, told her in truly awful ohirography he was a "plane man in all his dealins had been bourdin' till natur coodent bare no moar wanted a wife, but coodent sparo time to find wnn. but answered Miss lotty's advertisemend, hopping to got tu koepin house erly nex week in a plane manner. However, luckily for Lydia's bait, thore was a fourth bite from a gold fish indeed. On monogramod croain-laid, in orna mental caligraphy, was set forth the claims of Fritz Roydon Lstimoi, fifth sonjof the Hon. Inigo Latimer of btallord Island, Great Britain. "Differences of religious nature had alionated him from his proud family. He was a stranger; his exiled bark rocked upon these foreign waves uncon.issod and unanchored, no guiding star to lure him. Could he hopo the lovely, sensitive Letty would grant him the opportunity of converting hor into his guidiug star?" and probably his oompass and his anchor, though be forsook his maratime metaphor and went on astronomically in the end. By the evening's post went a return lotter to Fitz Roy, in which Miss Lydia spoke of her great expectations, of the estate hor papa had loft entirely to her, of her tract of land in the West, the gar don of America. The lady really owned a cranborry patch in Connecticut, and two old land warrants, not worth the paper that described 'em. That this description fired the imagination of the receiver his second epistle fully proved, and the ardent Fritz Roy pressed the coy "Letty" for an immodiato interview. 'The spinster appointed a trysting place, an unfrequented street as the Widow Stead mau's humble boarding place was not sufficiently respectable, and first appearances were everything. Arrayed in her best dress, a cherished dyod green silk, with a new sot of oolors, arranged coqnetishly about her marble forehoad, a most beautifully built blush upon eithor cheek; a beauty spot vail hightened all these charms, and a blue bared go vail bid them altogether. With fluttering heart Miss Lydia turned, just at dark, into the appointed street, and, walking impatiently, she found the fond Fitz Roy. Several letters had passed between thorn, and their meeting was robbed thoreby of much embarrassment, but the coy Lydia simpered, and tho brave Fitz Hoy pressed, till finally the envious baredge vail was lifted, and, in the dim light of the shaded street, each took a first look at the other. When the affectionate couple parted the gentleman thought: "Now this is an abominablo old cat. Not a day under forty, I do believe. But what can a fellow do? She's got the tin, and that will pay for tho sacrifice. As she's an unsuspecting old gal, unlikely to be wanting references, I'm in for it, and she shall have a marriage certificate to comfort her iu her declining years." Many and various were poor Lydia's troubles, even during the week. For tho bar-room saw much more of the bride groom than the bride; and now arrived the bill, which the modest landlord handed into the bridal parlor, and Lydia immediately handed to Fitz Roydon, and glancing at the sum total, passed it over to Mrs. Fitz Roydou with the remark: " Pay it, old girl! " " Pay it! " rejoined the injured female; "I think it befits you to attend to such matters; however, ns it can be sent down, I will ring the bell and you can give it to the waiter. Then it came out Mr. Fitz R. Latimer was penniless. Hadn't so much as would black bis boots withal. Aud then came the second climax Mrs. Lydia had not a cent. The weekly board of the unfortunate spinster had been purtlv defrayed by services rendered Mrs. Steadmin, and partly by binding shoes for the manufacturer of the same on the avenue. There was nothing laid np for the exceedingly wet day that had turued np for poor Lydia. Then the coarse brute who had played bis part in the wretched game of deceit, upbraided and abused the foolish woman. until he brought the house about hia ears. The next day the fifth ion of Inigo was missing, and the old-fashioned gold watch and chain Lydia's mother had worn, and the fow other trinkota of the deluded creatnre dopartod with him, and from that day to this she has nover heard of him. The country niece came to the rescue of poor Lydia, and sho is now darning stockings for hor little relatives, often times thinking over her sad matrimonial exporionco, a torriblo examnle of the evil of advertising for a husband. The Peerless Lnrllue. Night in St. Louis. Seated in the parlor of her father's magnificent residonoe, Lurline Loose chair allowed hor taper fingers to wander idly over the keys of tho piano, ana, obodiontto her dollcato touch, there floated npon the air the strains of that boautifnl "miserere," "Since Papa Tore His Pants." And as she sat there, ab sorbed in the sad reflections to which the mnsio gave rise, the door opened softly, and Borwyck Hetherington entered the room. Lurline, all the senses of her passionato nature absorbed in the music, continued to play, not knowing that the man Bhe loved, and to win whoBepoekot book in return she would bavo hustlod around with dead earnestness, was standing by her sido. But at last Bor wyck placed his hand gently on her shoulder, and by (hat indefinable sense that tells is of a human presence, al though we sco it not, she knew that somebody was around, inrninp quie&iy, she saw Mr. Hetherington. I did not know you wore bore, she said, a blush flooding the face that such a little time ago was pale and calm, "or I should not have played bo oonfldentlv." "Can you not favor mo with something more?" he askod. The blush grows deeper and more vivid now, and the drooping eyes are moist with tears. "I can not play any other piece," she says, half sadly, half denantlv. "Are you sure of this, Lurline?" Ber- wyck asks, bonding over hor in a loving way. "Think well bofore you spook," he continues, "for on your answer may depend the future happinoss of twoyoung lives." "I am quite sure," sho says. "Then you will be my wife." And as he speaks those words Borwyck Hetherington's face lights np with a rap turous, Schuyler Colfax smilo. "You will come again to-morrow even ing?" she asks. "Yes," ho replies, "yon may tie the dog at eight." 'And you will not regret your choice.' she continued. - "Never," he says, in clear, steady tones.' "I have spout the best years of my lifo looking for a girl who could only play ono tune on the piano." Chicago Tribune. A Brave Mother's Death. Scranton wus the scene of a disastrous fire recently. About the same time the family of a miner named James Ruddy awoke to find their house in ilames. The occupants of the dwelling were Ruddy, his wife and six children. J. be tiro was close upon them. Ruddy, who was scarcoly able to move from the effects of a recent mine accident, took up the youngest child and esoapod with diffi culty from the burning building. This effort unfitted him for rendering further assistance and his brave little wife car ried out the other five children, darting in and out of the flames with a reckless disregard for her own safety. Her hands and 1 luce were blis tered in the fearful ordeal, and when she took out the last two children, a boy and girl, their night clothing was on fire. The girl's hair was burned off and the lad's faoo is terribly disfigured. Just aa the noighbors were beginning to as semble at tho scene, Mrs. Ruddy recol lected that her husband's savings, amounting to $300 in gold, were in a room up stairs, and despite the protest of those about hor she again rushed into the house. But she never roturnod. She had no sooner gone up the stairs than the upper floors foil in with a crash and the place was complotoly enveloped in flame. All efforts to save her were futile. Her shivering and suddenly bereaved little ones whom she hud plucked so bravely from the ill-fated house ia which she perished were kindly cared for by the neighbors, but it is thought the boy and girt cannot recover, The remains of Mrs. Ruddy were not disooverod among the ruins until Friday afternoon, when it was found that the flesh was burned from her bones. Most of the mouey which lured hor todestruc tion was found in good condition. Two buildings besides Ruddy s were de stroved bv the flames and the occupants had a narrow escape. Mrs. Ruddy was only twenty-six years old. What Is an Archil tl! Tlin Ttao T .lncarm toll a tll fnllowinrr nanJnta Tim latn Mr AloTonilHr. thfi eminent architect, was under cross tx M.U.UU' .uu . wwv , J n f afterward Baron, Garrow, who wished to detract from the weight of his testimony, and, after asking him what his name was Amtnutinn af MuiiiarnnA hv rierknant. proceeded: V nra a l,lil,1nr 1 llollAVA' "No. sir: I am ont a builder; I am an HI .14. V. o..l,ita " "They are much the same thing, I suppose. "I beg your pardon, sir, l cannot ad mit that. I consider them to be wholly different." "Oh, indeod! perhaps you will state wuereiu tins great umorenco exists.' "In nvnhi aM Hir " rl MT. Alex BUUCI, LVIIllt ' " M' u.qu, - - i ln slvatva ftnf tltA ' nppififfttinriS .uo jmu, " in alw.rt minnlipu tlin miriil the builder ii merely the bricklayer or tho carpon- ler. lue uumicr, iu inui, is iu uuavuiuc, the architect the power that puts the ntAnliinu frtrTtiHiar ami Rntn it tTOintT. Ui ill uv, v,n . ' O O- "(I, vni-tr troll Mr. Architect, that v.., " -, will do. And now; after your very in- . i.'H" gemoua diMUQction wunoui a uiucreuuc, perhaps yon can inform tbe court who was the architect of the Tower of Babel?" TtiA vanlr Cap nrnmntnARft And Wit. IB not to be rivaled in the whole history of rejoinder. "There was no architect, lir.and hence the contusion. Adju3tible trains on new dresaee ara made of three straight breadths, trim med all around and attached under the panier puff on the back of the abort skirt of a street dress. MIBCELUHOtH ITE Where children aro age. Nivalis. s , ' make a thev do flhowwWKr.r.'ut uccasiona ao tint. mni . . Kfimni.. -.'--inomaa A. Genius at first is mo,; ., Slumber not in the tents of ,n. umns. The world is advanoinB advan with it.-Mazzini. iagM All the kcholastio scaffolding falU .. . linod edifice lief, Faitb.-Napoloon. B' WOra- Education beeins tlm reading, good company and reflection We do not Dronrtrlv nnaoaua ...1. .1 have not the power nor inclination to en joy. Rev. S. P. Horron. At the last dav it will nni i. ...i. . what we did. or what we l.nliov.,i what we loved. Bornard. ' Tbe crons are mlirlitv tw .i.... . Danville. Kv.. dominin bushels of corn os'a.marnage fee. Nashville girls indulge in fox huntinff but New York belles praotioo archery, w tuey uuu icuru to uraw a DOau. I've novor any pity for conceited peo plo, bocause I think they carry theireom. ion uuuut, wuu mora. ueorge Eliot. A litorary thief who takes great pains with his stealing may all his life long be thoutrht honoAt and oricrinul Eschenbach. Love in a cottage is a fine thin? if follow can take his meals at his mother- in-law's mansion and have the week's washing done out. Occasions may be tho buRle-call that summons an army to battle.but the blast of a bugle can never make soldiers or win victories. Garfield. Tim Viitur. crivnrnmont. in nnt. Hint I. n ' . " i. . nuilU renders the individual happiest, but that whioh renders the greatest number happy. Ch. P. DuClos. Tvnhoid fever in Paris seems in Imnr a nrettv nnnntant relation tn tlm unnitarv k j - j conditions of the dwelling occupied by the afflicted. America could crowd England out of the market if only one-tenth of our coun try girls were exported for exhibition as professional beauties. It has been discovered that there are twenty-eight causes for headache; but one cause is sufficient for the man who wus " out with tho boys last night." Tho pretty young lady that came to our office last week and upset the paste pot over her new dress has got so aw fully stuck up that she won t look at us any moro. When they cull at a house in Chicago to ask who is the head of the fumily the woman draws herself up with grave and icy dignity and answers: "I am, of courso.-' The impecunious man with a fashion able wife moans bitterly as he reads the Durso-thinninct fact that "fur lined cir culars will never go entirely out of fashion. Southern Illinois has had another earthquake, and plenty of people are making inquiries as to wheter it wouldn't be well to sow the earth in that vicinity with quinine. Mts. Liilie E. Wood of Hartford, Conn., has written all the first chapter of flmiesia within a circle the size of a quartor of a dollar, winning a prize of jjUO oilored by a runaueipmu news paper. Bangs have been utterly discarded, and all tho styles ore meant to show off natural hair to the best advantage. Un less a woman's front hair is entirely gone or ruined by bangs there is noth ing artificial she can put ou, mo vailing styles are so severely plain. False fronts are the only things avail able. Bcecher's Salt. ti.o ;ni tlm nit broncrht bv Sam uel Wilkeson against the Rev. Henry Ward Beecher lor $iu,uw uamuK .11 1 Y..mnl, sif nnnfrnnt. tn write B book called "The Life of Christ," was brought to a conclusion after a briet session oi tho court. Jndee Barrett intimated last week, after the plaintiff had rested his case, that the complaint must be dis- missed; because alter 1010 no - 1 Knnn mn,lo nnnn Mr. Beecher to finish the work, and the previous de- 1 i 1 lL Amivi AT ay had been assented to uy wo u. . r ti t.,i t. f n Af r TCeecher testified yesterday that no such demand had been made, linage xftrreii uwuiumov nm..iitinf.. Mr. Shearman. counsel for Mr. Beecher, then moved for an extra allowance. Ho said the plaintitt had made 837,000 ont ot tuo oou and above tho $10,000 paid to Mr. Beecher. The plaintiff, Mr. Shearman said, had continuously for the purpose ' : liUmml nuime,! Dublica- 01 uoeiviuK ouvtlG"t"w r. t i tinns ia the newspapers imputing ban faith to the defendant and cnargius -- . . .1.1 i .a. iniaoir and in that uo micuueu w Di,,i ii.iu.j , way trying to prejudice jurors, so that the caso could not bo fairly tried, tie thoutrht it high time that suoh prctlC" should be rebuked, and. if it could not be rebuked by compelling the plaintuTW pay the entire expenses oi m f saw no way in which it could be done. Trylns a Boy. After a bootblacTbad boots oi a genuemau wu around the City Hall it was djscowig that the man had nothing less than a i bill and the boy bad no morevu.u- cents. . ., . . ii- "I suppose you cbu get tuis cuub suggested tbe man. "Oh yes " "And you can find me when you come baok?" " "But if I place this dollar bill in your hands will it not be a temptation to J to cut sticks?" .. t "I wouldn't steal no sich sum aitti, contemptuously replied the boy, for fear'l might git a telegram and called out of town in a hurry i Bu you'd better (to along." Qo 1 "My son, I think I can trust you. v on your way. I was never decaived Mboy started down Oriswold tet and did not return. The man did do wait, however. It was a busted jGanadi ian bank bill. -Detroit Free Frew.