EUGENE CITY GUARD.
JU I CAHPBELL, Preprieter,
EUGENE CITY. OREGON.
UNDER THE ROSES.
W stood oo Ui slope of the blllalde to
gether, Btlunt and tearful each one that w chore;
Up throuuli the huaii of the glad, golden
wrathrr
Flouted the liixt aolrmn wordi of a prayer;
like faint beuedtt-liona frum Heaven de
accmllnv Gray miau of the twilight fell OTer the
teep,
Xt there where the (tun wltb the sunset
were blending,
Voder the roi-a we laid her to sleep.
lightly tbey leant from their thickets to
cover
The uuitlonlrsa form and the beautiful face.
While tenderer fur limn the hand of a lovej
Tbe soft aoutln-rn wind strewed tlicli
tilooma o'er the place ;
Tbe dews like the tears of the angels wen
failing.
And veiling wltb silver tnat flower-covered
heap,
to sadly and slow, whllo the wild birds were
callinir.
Coder the roses we laid ber to sleep.
Like a star that went out at the height of lt
splendor,
Like a sweet song nnended, a story ball
told ; , ,
Like a flower of the spring time, so lovely
and tender,
Was the beautiful being we placed 'neath
the mould.
Tbe Rrave bad thrown open Its mystical por
tals Where the shades of oblivion their watch
ever keep.
And we gave to Its silence our fairest of mor
tals As under the roses we laid her to sleep.
Peadt Kite whose laugh wiuthe gnyest and
awn-tint,
she whose lnt fuee was a dream to recall
Whose foot in the dance was the lightest an
And her sweet Imperfection more wlnnlns
than nil ;
At the briMiklng of dny wltb the stars she de
finrtfwl.
Went down toward the valley so lonely and
deep;
By the lump of the sunset, subdued, broken
. neaneu.
Under the roses we laid her to sleep.
Terchnnce the cold world had too little ol
pity.
rerclinnce the long wuy was too rough foi
iter feet;
Bo she strnyed through the gates of the beau
tlful cltv
Where tlie echoes of barps drifted ovei
eacn street.
Bowers meet for her wore the gardens ely
sian.
When dreams of the summer thro' glad
aiuinnera creep;
And 1 looked on her thore In an exqulsiu
vision
As under the roses we liild her to sleep,
With the warm, golden stars shining softl)
anove ner,
Telled with flowers that In some bygont
moment alio wore.
We car.eil on her pillow, each one thut did
love ner.
And felt that the miialo of llfutlmo wai
o'er;
Then when the birds woke thotr tendercal
numbers.
Then when the winds murmured over tlx
steen.
With the moon's early light to Illumine hei
aiumocrs,
Under the roaes wo laid her to sleep.
Elvira S. Miller, in A". Y. Graphic,
CATHERINE VS. KATE.
What a Woman Will Do' for tht
One Sho Loves.
"Catherine!"
"Yes. sir."
"in there anything the mutter with
my eyes, Catheriner"
"Allow mo to look, sr."
Tho first speaker was an athletic and
handsomo man, tho beauty of whosi
Intelligent fuco was marred by tho de
fectiveness of his expression. His in
terlovutrix was a tall and dighiliot
woman. Shu was neatly attired In
bl&rjt s lk, and she wore tin apron and
a white cap. Her complexion w:u
beaut ful, her features were regular.
Hut her comeliness wits defaced bv
largo blue spectacles and by tho defou
tivcncss ol her ti'cth. iSotwiilistaml
inrr these blemishes, however, tin-
housekeeper presented a very pieasint
tppeurancu, and as kIiu approached hoi
master, an expression of peace stole
over Ins countenance.
"Allow mo to look at your eyes, sir."
ho said.
He permitted her. without reluctance,
to do th s, and. standing with her back
to the light, she seemed to examine
them attentively.
"I see nothing, amls, sir," said she.
in a tone which was at once cheerful
and resiM'ctful.
"Nothing?" he rejoined. "No red
nest? no signs of inilammation?"
"None, whatever, sir."
Tho master sighed.
'I atu a very .sensitive person," he
remarked.
"Yes. sir."
"And I have a presentiment that my
eyes may be sorely tried to-day Cath
erine." Indeed, sir!"
"Yes sorely tried. I should like to
tell you why. Can you spare rue half-aa-hour?"
"I am at your service, sir."
"Then s I down. Catherine. I can't
talk while you stand."
The bouse-keejxT obeyed. She placed
a chair at a modest distance from her
master and seated herself, folding her
hands meekly.
"I wish von didn't wear spectacle.
Catherine!'' said the gentleman.
"I am sorry to displease you, sir,"
returned she. "Hut they are essential
to me."
I beg your pardon. I am getting
old, and you must excuse my crossness.
1 0-0:1 v :s mv birinday. I am thirty
eight" Indeed, sir! Y'ou look ruucb
younger."
"lhank you, Catherine. You flatter
me. Hut I am th rty-eight J to
ri iy, ami in two years" 1 i-hall U
forty. It is a de re-s ng thought.
iVople of forty can no longer pretend
tototith. 1 am grow.ng old. Is it
Lot so-1"
"No, ST. I believe, f you could I
induced to go into the cr cket-tield ami
take a but - nay, if you could bo pcr
suadisj to enter a ball-room and take a
partner I hat ton would do ns well a
the Youngest, and ml as outig as von
look." "
"Cai her n-, beware !" cr ed he. "Yon
don t know how you are tciiij t nir s
man who lias i enounced soc ely and
given up all dea of enotment! 1'js
you know t i. f I w.is once the Caplaii
of the Soullici -si li te .Yuls' An I lio
you kno.v that I wns o ce ron dcrt
tho lest d:iucr in Niuth-i'ri.sliir-?"
"I am not mirpr ed to hear it, sir."
That is str.iii;o - since ou lnve
never known me in nnihng but a
In p x liomir.cul book-worm."
' "You take n the K.eld. sir. and I
have often seen you absorbed in the
cricketing news. And as to dancing,
ir.no oil i can see you walk without
knowing lhat you can dance !"
The master smiled.
"Yes. Catherine, I have been a great
dancer. I was jovial among men and
polished among lad us. I was social
and I loved society. I am not rain,
but I should like 'you to know thai
many poople expressed regret when J
retired from the world.'
"I don't wonder, sir."
"You are very kind. Catherine. Ye,
they regretted my departure. Only
one sad nothing. Her unkindne.
wounded mu and! fled."
"I am sorry for that," said the
housekeecr.
"Y'ou are a faithful friend. Catherine,
and I foci it due to you that I should
toll you something of my past life.
How many years is it since we have
lived together in this solitary place?"
"It is only three months, sir?"
"Only thfej months! Wcll.it must
then be four months since I became the
owner of th's property since I left tin
world and became a hypochondriacal
book-worm. Heforo that, I was activi
and in good health. Hut I was poor,
and not all mv prowess in cricket and
dancing could win nie my heart's de
sire. "I loved, Catherine."
"Indeed, sir!"
"Yes, I loved. I loved my beautiful
cousin Knte. lint her father was r ch
and I dared not s:iv to her: 'Come,
hhuro the poor barrister's crut.' So I
loved her, but did not speak."
"You loved her, sir? 1 wonder how
men love?"
"I loved hor from the bottom of my
heart. 1 liked to be always with her.
I couldn't bear to see hor talking to
othor men. I loved to give her pres
ents. Catherine. I denied myself the
necessaries of He to givo her (lower
and pretty things. Sho smiled sweetly
and took them, and then she turned
round and flirted with another man
wretch called Lord Ansrelo."
"She turned and flirted at once, sir,
do you mean?
"No. Sho smiled on me for somi
years. Then Lord Angelo came intc
tho neighborhood and she smiled on
him. I was at a discount. Shi
clapped her hands when he made oni
ridiculous run, and sho looked nsid
while 1 was bowling down half a dozen
wickets. And when Lady X gave a
ball she danced with Lord Angelo
all the evoning, and never once with
mo. Mm tore my heart to pieces,
Catherine. We had been plavmatef
from childhood, and she knew I loved
her, and Yet tihe turned voluntarily
from in.' and gave herself to this miser
able Angelo!
"I Javo herself! Did sho become, en
gaged to him. sir?"
"No. Hut sho encouraged his ntten
thins and slighted me. Sho may be
engaged to him now or even mirricd
to h in. I do not caro. She was heart
less."
"Nay, sir, you must not abuse one
woman to anothor. nupposinz voi
misled tho IadP Supposed sho loved
you and was mortifh-d by vour silence:
Supposing sho employed Lord Angelt
as a bait to lure you on? lo bo sure,
that is an old urtilice and a stupid one
Hut when a woman loves and th nkf
her lover half-heart d even un old ar
tifice may servo her turn."
"Halt-hearted Catherine! Hut 1
loved her so dearly that I went on
thorns when 1 saw lier with that httu
jactumipes!" .
"That is how men love, sir. Yoi
can not understand how she loved."
"Hut sho did not lovo, Catherine."
"How aro you sure of that, sir, if yon
never spoke to ner.
"Sho would have given mo to under
stand, had she loved me. We wen
cousins and very iut;inato."
"Ah, sir, the most intimate cousin is
still a woman! 1'erliaps she though!
that she would give you to understand
and you understqod not. A woman'-
hint is sometimes too line for a man te
see. Y'ou should remember, sir, tnat
when you deal with woman, vou deal
with organ sins so tender and delicatt
that no masculine eye but Shakes
peare's has ever been able to detect
their subtleties.
'Catharine, vou speak from a noblt
heart! Hut 1 who have loved -know
more."
"It seems to me, sir, that you mis
took manly . jealousy for love, and
womanly pr de for md (Terence.
"You think she loved me?"
"It is not for mo to express an opin
ion, sir."
"Oh, Catharine, if 1 thought! Hut
no I must, steel mv wounded heart.
Y'ou have not heard all. Four month.-
ago my god-father died; he left me hi
fortune and this place. Suddenly, 1
loti ml i was a rich man.
"And vou hastened to vour cousin,
sir, and -told her of vour fortune and
asked her lo share it? '
"Not so, Catherine. I emploved
finesse. I could not forget the
monkev Angelo who had been
alwavs rich, and I determined tc
discover if she really loved me. So 1
went to her and sa d, "Frankly. Kate,
I love you well, and I live in two
rooms in a narrow 'street, and I far
hardly, and when I go abroad. 1 walk
or take an omnibus, and my pleasure;
aro few and cheap. Will you share
.11 .U:. - if
BUI IU s w nil inc.-
"And did she sav no, s'r?"
"Not exactly. She flushed very ret:
and i-lie rose up and said: 'John, how
dare vou treat me with such contempt:
ami she swept from tho room, like a
very duchess. For she is as tall a
you an'. Catherine, and when sin
chooses, very stat.lr and majestc."
"And from this r. you think tht
lady d d not love you?"
"Surely, my good Catherine! She
reproached mo for asking her to share
my poverty."
"Hut yon had become rich, s r?"
-h.' il d not know of that-"
'Oh sr. I think you must mistake.
News travels f A-t. Mark mv words
she iti I know, and, knowing, d d stir
not mean: "How dare you treat mt
w th such contempt thus to employ
finesse M d seuvrr if 1 love?' Sir. I
tell you a? un that m 'u know naught
of t'ie d ! eacy of a woman's sensi
bdtes! Indeed, s r. I can but cent
your cous.n's words: How dared you
"try tJ.de eve ber? llow dared jou.
doubt her s n'.'le-heartedness? H-jw
dared you approach tho woman yon
lov-'d with u falsehood upon your
lips?"
Catherine ! you take away mv
breath'.'
"I beg your pardon, nil. I apolo
gise. I spoke warmly, sir, because my
own heart felt very "full. Your story
remind me of mv own. and it recalls
past days when f I was not entirely
happy at least the hope of happiness
lay before me. It was a cruel thrust
which took that hope from mo. Heaven
help the poor ladv whom you say you
love'l. it she has sutiereu as 1 nave.
"Whom I tui I loved! Catherine
vou go too far! Whom I say I loved
Why, I loved her so well that it Is for
her sake t have snut mvsen up ncr
seeing no one, going nowhere! Cath
crine. I believed you were my triend.'
"I am. indued, your friend, sir. Hu
I am a woman, and my heart aches for
the woman whom my friend and mas
ter has given pa n. I who have en
dured the like-know how deeply you
must have wounded her.
He sighed. "Hut she was over hastv
with me. Sho went away at once, out
of mv reach. I meant no harm.
"Sir, the boy who plays with a pistol
means no harm. Hut lie may shoot
some one ti death, notwithstanding.
"She has made mu no sign s nee."
"What sign would you have a proud
woman mako to a half-neartea lover.
sir?"
"Catherine, vour words are very bit
tcr. but vour face is kind. We were
cous'ni. She might have sent for mo,
or written to me."
"Mav I remind vou again that men
do not understand women? I-who
am also a proud woman and who have
also endured insult from a man seem
to know niorj of your cousin than you
do,
"Catherine, vour toirue is sharp,
But tell me for it kills mo to dwell
upon myself what man has dared to
Insult you.'
"Tho man I loved, sir."
"Is it possible?"
"Yes. sir. I had loved him all my
life. 1 onlv waited for hun to speak
I loved him, sir. with a love of which
you have no idea. The very world
was sacred to me, because he dwelt in
it. 1 thought of him morning, noon
and nitrht I fell asleep with his im
ago before my eyes, and I awoko with
his name upon my l'ps. If he gave me
a rose-bud I treasuredlts withered
petals; If he touched my needle-work,
L I l..ll...-l . ...n U'1,,1,. lw
it, iiecaiiiii nauunu i iu
sm led, I was in Heaven;
talked, the society of the
mine. I saw no man but
hen
he
when
he
gous was
hm. All
other men were pigmies in
mv sight
lie so possessed me that when I looked
in tho glass, I marveled that mv face
was m rrored thero and not his! '
"And tlrs man did not return your
love. Catherine?"
"Ho returned it. sir. as men do re
turn love. Ho Iked to monopolise me.
H couldn't bear to see me talking to
other men. lie heaped me with pres
cuts and pretty th ngs. He thought.
poor fellow! that women like fans and
gloves better than esteem and confi
dence. Hut ho doubted mo. sir. He
olaved w th mv finest feelings. He
tried to test my'love-ho, who did not
know what lovo w as.
"Ho was a villain. Catherine. But
how did ho test vour love?"
"S r. ho had been unsuccessful. Sud
denly he achieved a tr.umph. I heard
of it and my heart leapt: and I-who
believed in him thought he would
come and offer mo his fulness. (He
said: 'I am a disappointed man; will
vou share failure and mortilieation with
me?' Oh, sir, it was a baso and un
worthy trick! I would have shared a
hovel with him. Hut when he hai i
wide houso " I
"lie was a brute, Catherine! II
deserved to be horse-whipped!"
"Ah. do not Bay so, sir! Ho was to
me only what you were to your Cou
sin.
"Catherine!" ,
"Yes. sir. You both of vu
handled the lovo of a woman to try
its st'vngth and its worth. Your touch
wasaronv!"
"Oh. Catherino when I loved her so
much:"
"Wh'n von thufitcd her so much,
sr! You thought as many men
think that a woman who weds a rich
man weds for riches."
The master groaned.
"Cat her. ne, for the first time since
you entered my services you have been
cruel to mo. no saiu.
"1 ask vour pardon, sir. I have
overstepped mv province. I must beg
you to forget what 1 have said. I wi
leave you now, sir."
".av, wait a moment l told you
this was my birthday. It is also hers.
Sho is exactly eight years my junior."
"Is she. sir!" "
"I have a feeling that she may come
and see mo to-uay. ror many years
wo have kept this uay together.
"Indeed, sir!"
"I would rather not see her, Cath
erine. As you sav. I doubted her ami
1 olfended her. I believe that she w.ll
come. Hut she will come with re
proaches, not with love. I can not re
fuse to see her; but I would rather not
look upon her fa"e."
It is not for me to ofTer advice, sir;
but before vou take a dec ded step, let
me implore you to remember how little
vou know of a woman s heart ion
angered your cousin, but no doubt she
has long ago lorgiven you, ami would
go to the iNorirt role, or journey
through .anara, with her band in
... . . .
yours. r, l speak irom my own neart
and my own experience.
"les. l athenne. lou have loved.
My cousin does not know what love is.
Sho g i to the North l'ole, or journey
through Sahara with her hand'inmine!
No. no. Mie will come to-dav; but
the w.ll never look kindlv onme again.
I can not brook her scornful gae. At
the verv thought my eyes seem to
burn. Surelv, surely they are in
flamed! Look again. Catherine!"
The housekeeiHT examined his eye
onco morv. " inev look wean, s r.
sh'! said "Your eves should avo il
contact it! ih li;ht, sir. Would yoi
allow mo to bandage them?"
"Cert.t'nly. Catherine.
he arose and on ttedtho room, moi
retarniti' w th a large sdk ban Ikei
h rf. w tli wii oil she tied up he ma
li r s rves.
tail b anvth'ng more fur o
! ' a k l t'.e h-oisckeeper.
o. ilrink y on '' he repl.ed.
T en Catherine retired, and tho mas
ter was left alone. II did not st r.
He continue I sitting where the house
ke "per had left him. giving away to a
prjiound and melancholy reverie.
he d d not 1 ve me." he thought
to himself. "She is not a woman like
Catherine, to love as Catherine loved.
She never seemed unhappy. She was
immeasura'jlv angry with me for a
very small offense. And she has never
wr tten or taken any notice of me since
I c mie here. Np! " I w.ll not look up
on her face again."
As he uttered th;s resolution aloud a
servant opened 'he door and announced
that a may w she.l to see him; and. ere
he could reply, th i rustling of a silken
sk'rt made b ra aware that the lady had
already entered the apartm -nt Thei
the door was closd. Ho and she wero
together, and alone.
"Why. John!" cried the Jadv.
"Ig that you. Kate?" asked he.
"It is 1, John. My dear John, what
on earth is the matter with you? Are
you ill? Why are your eyes band
aged?" "Inflammat'on threatens them,
Kate."
"Imflammation! I am very sorry.
Are you in pain?"
"No. I am not exactly in pain. Sit
down.' It is kind of you to come and
see mo."
"I came beeause it is vour birthday
and mine, and we have alwavs kept our
birthdays together, John, since I was
eight and you were s;xteen."
"Thank'you, Kate."
"Last year we had a picnic on this
day."
"We had, Kate. You drove to the
place in a dogcart with Lord An
gelo." "Yes, John. No one else offered to
drive me, if you recollect aright."
"I would have driven you with the
greatest pleasure, had you suggested
it"
"Indeed! Bicn oblige, Mons'eur! 1
suppose you would also have danced
with mo at Lady X 's ball where
you sulked all the evening in a cor
nerif I had suggested it! Y'ou are
9'mgularly gracious, John. Hut tho
end of tho world is not yet, and I am
still a woman."
"Have you come all th s way to re
proach me, Kate?"
"No, John. I came to ask how you
were, and if you enjoyed life in this se
cluded place.""
"I do wot enjoy life; and it is proba
ble I shall never enjoy life again. I
can do nothing but resign myself to
my fate."
"It is not a b;(d fate; you are a rich
man. and "
"Pardon me, it is a very bad fate. I
am separated forever from the oerson I
love best in tho world."
"From tbe person you love best in
the world! I wonder how men love,
John?"
"Catherine expressed the same won
ler half an hour Hg )."
"Catherine! Who is Catherine?"
"My housek 'eper. The person from
whose society I now der.ve ray only
happiness."
"Keally, John, yon astonish mo!"
"Catherine is a !a lv. Kate. I en
gaged her, because in height and com
plexion she was like you."
"You flatter me, indeed! Is she like
me in other respects?"
"Not very. She is older and graver,
and sho devotss herself to me."
"Where did she come from?"
"I don't know. She presented her?
self here, and I eng:i"ed her because
she pleased nie. As I told you, she
rem nded me of you."
"And do vou really know nothing
about her, John? '
"I tliit know nothinjj whatever,
Kate. To-dav she has told nie a part
of her private history. She hits told
me the story of her heart."
"Aro vou sure she is not a designing
woman.'
"Quite mv dear Kate. What designs
could sho have?"
"She might design to w.n your af
fection, John."
"Nay, Kate. She has loved."
"Or thinks sho has loved, John."
"I tell you, Kate, she has loved. If
ou had heard her passionate language
you could not doubt it. There is a
depth in that woman s soul which no
shallower mind could fathom."
"Which could not fathom, you
mean! lieware. John: lou take a
mighty interest in this Catherine."
I do. She makes mv life happy
that is, as happy as it ever can be
now."
"Some day you will make her an
offer. John."
"I! I make an offer to any woman!
No. Kate. Never again!"
"Some day. I say, John, vou will
make her an offer, and, as a cousin. I
will give you a piece bf advice. Couch
your offer in honest words. He a man,
and don't faney you are onlv accepta
ble because you are rich. tlemember
that a woman who weds a rich man
does not necessarily wed for riches."
"That is the very thing she said just
now, Kate."
"Is it? She is a wise person, then,
and a true woman.
"Sho is, indeed, a true woman. Alas.
that such a woman should have mis
placed her affections! She loved a
fellow, who tred to keep a secret
from her who came to her, pretend-
ng to be other thau he was the scoun
drel!"
"Now. don't abuse him, John!
It seems to me that he onlv behaved to
Catherine as vou behrved to me."
"Y'ou are cruel. Kate. Would vou
compare me to the vdlian who insulted
Catherine?"
"I can not sav. Ask Catherine what
sho thinks she, in whoso soul, as it
appears, there are depths my shallow
mind"
"Nav! Not even Catherine shall
come between yon and me."
"lhank vou. John. It is pleasait t
know that when vou ap about to wed
Catherine, you can still think kindly
of Kate!
"I am not abjut to wed Catherine.
She is my good friend, but she will
never b mv wife. No. not even if yon
raarrv Lord Aigda"
I marry Lord Angelo!"
"Ye. Are to i not go ng todo so?"
"Ccrlainlv not. What! MarrvLorl
Angelo a- empty-headed flirt, a well-
rest nonent tv: .No no, Johu. YY lie i
marrr, mv husband shall bj a man
if sense. I have seen such a man onci-
and he is not Ixml Angelo."
Who .s he? I
"Well, John, ha is about your ago
and your height, tnd your size. Airi
he clever, and has read a thousand
books, un I ho kn ws everyth n aud
people call him a ris ng man; and vet
he can run and row, and ride and piav
cricket, and even dance. With the
best"
"Upon my wor J. ho must bo adm'ra
ble Crichton!"
"He is, John.".
"And do you lovs the fellow?"
"Well, John. 1 will leave vou to
judge. I lovo h m so well that the
world is sacred to me because he dwells
in it I think of h m n ght aid da.-. I
fall asleep with his image before
my eyes, and I awake with his name
upon my 1 ps. If he gives mo a flower,
I "treasure its wthcr-d petals: if ho
touches my necd.ework. it becom-'s hal
lowed to me. When he sm les, I am in
Heaven; when he talks, the society of
the gods is mme. I see no man but
him. All other men seem to me like
pigmies. Ho so possesses me that
when I look in the glass, I marvel, to
soo my own face there, and not his!"
"Why Catherine said these very
things of the man sho loved!"
"I am not surprised. We are both
women; and when a woman loves, th s
is how she loves!"
"Hut this fellow, Kate! Who is he?"
"Who is Catherine's false lover,
John?"
"I don't know. I never asked. I
didn't care to ask. Why should I
what is Catherine to me? Who is the
man whom you love, Kate? (!ood
Heavens! 1 could strangle him! Who is
he. I say? Strange that he should turn
up the moment I went away!"
"Don't excito yourself. John! You
will incraase the inilammation in your
eyes. .
"Hut who is the fellow? Y'ou are
killing me! Who who, I say, has won
your heart? Who is he?"
" ho is the fellow.' Y nv. donn, ne
is the man who wouldn't drive Kate to
her birthday picnic, and who wouldn't
ask Kate to dance at Lady X 's ball!
He is the cloverest man in all England,
and the most athletic the Captain of
the Southernshiro Muffs, and "
John tore the bandage from his eyes.
and lo, Catherine in her white cap
and apron stood before him! Hut her
teeth were pcarl9, and she had eves
that danced, and her blue spectacles
lay beside her on the table.
t'( athenne! Kate, ho stammerea.
"Oh, John, forgive me!" she crie l
with tears and laughter. "When vou
went away, I couldn't bear it. and it
was Kat-j who canio to vou in spec
tacles and a wig, and with patches of
black on hor teeth, and always a piece
of ivory in her mouth to alter her
voice, and it is Katj who has been
Catherine for three months. Oh, John,
I couldn't help it. tmd though you do
think me so shallow, and though I was
so angry with you. I would go to the
North 1'ole, or journey through hahara.
with mv hand in vours!"
"So this is how women love!" said
John, after they we-e married. "I
should have mourned my life, away.
You came and took me bv storm.
Yes. John," repl ed Kate. "Hut It
was dreadfully naughty of mo, and the
escapade is not onu that any well-behaved
g rl would emulate. We must be
very careful that tho story never gets
abroad."
"Must we, my dear?"
"Yes. indeed. I couldn't bear that
anv one should know it "
"Then, mv dear Kate, I'm afraid I
have incurred your sever.-st displeas
ure.'' "In what wav?"
"I don't like to tell you, love. Y'ou
will never forg ve me!"
"Nonsense, John! Do you doubt nu
still? Tell me at once."
"Well then, wo can't keep our story
secret if we would. For I have wr tten
it out in mv best hand and in the
choicest language and sent it to The
Argosy."
STRIPES.
Fubrlcs YVhleh Are Knplilly Superseding
I'laWls In I'ublte Favor.
Stripes seem to be rapidly supersed
ing plaids in public favor. The rule is
to use them for the sk rt. an invar able
rule wh n the stripe is broad, and the
pla n material for bodice and drapery.
Vest collar and cuffs of the stripe
trim tho bodice, which may be either a
basque or a polona s as is preferred.
On the other hand, there is, as mer
chants say, iju te a feeling for bod ces
made of narrow stripes or stripes of
medium width, and some very effective
costumes of tine wool, trimmed w.th
velvet r bbon, have the basques striped
with the velvet put on in perpendicular
lines, w th the width of tho velvet or a
fraction less between. Thus used, the
tripe has a tendeuey to make the wear
er look slender, but much caro is nec
essary in making, as, unless the 1 nes
are perfectly stra'gln and tho stripes
well-matched, a tw.sted effect is pro
duced, which, on a bad figure, almost
amounts to deformity, and detracts
greatly from the beauty of a good
one.
The old-fash;oned, long, round over-
skirt draped by means of tapes run in
easing, form ng a long, much-
wrinkled apron front and full, puffed
back secured by tapes tightly tied,
comes back with a fresh lease of favor.
It nearly covers tho skirt over which it
is worn, and, in tins shape, has re
ceived tin; approval of Worth and con
freres, who use it for the new canvas
grenad lies over skirts of Hengaline
faille or velvet
The passion for laee has given ris ?
to all manner of lacey mater. als. and
among these canvas grenadines ta';e
high rank. Manv of them are enibro d
ered in point russo stitches, some in
borders, others all over, but the
greater number are plain in opeti mesh
es, which suggest a very roars i blurt
ing, only the canvas cloths ara soft
not wirv. Others, vet are rough tin-
shed in little knots and curls all over
the surface, either in the same or a
contrasting color. F.tamine is as its
name bolting elo:h suggests, a line
thin fabric 1 ke a closely woven
gauze. Th s, too, is plain or enihro'.d-
erod. and comes also printed designs
I ke hand-paintngs on silk m ishn.
hu.Mdi hut lime.
Ten mill on base-balls will be
knocked to shreds by the batsmen of
Arucr ca th s ea-.
"ICROSSEST MAN IN, ALABAMA.'
" Do crassest man in Alabama lives
Jar," said tbe driver as we approached
a way-side borne, near Selma, Ala., to
ask accommodations for the night. At
supper, ansl alter it, "mine host"
cowled at every one, found fault with
everything earthly, and I was wonder
ing if be would not growl if the heav
enly hulo didn't fit him, when incidental
mention being made of the comet of
1882, he said : " I didn't like its form,
iU tail should have been fan shaped I"
But, next morning, he appecred
half-offsnded at our offering pay for
bis hospitality 1 My companion, how
ever, made him accept as a present a
sample from his case of goods.
Six weeks later, I drew up at the
same house. Tbe planter stcp-etl
lithely from the t-orch, and greeted
me cordially. I could scarcely believe
that this clear complexioned, bright
eyed, animated fellow, and the morose
being of a few weeks back, were the
same. He inquired after my compan
ion of the former visit and regretted
be was not with me. "Yea," said his
wife, "we are both much indebted to
him."
"How?" I asked, in surprise.
"For this wonderful change in my
husband. Your friend when leaving,
handed him a bottle of Warner's safe
cure. He took it, and two other bot
tles, and now " "And now," he
brrjee in,'"from an ill-feeling, growling
old bear, I am healthy and so cheerful
my wife declares she has fallon in love
vfith me again 1"
It has made over again a thousand
love matches, and keeps Bweet the
tempers of the family circle every
where. Copyrighted. Used by mrni
lion of American Rural Home.
THE FAMOUS OPORTO BAR.
The Pcrlloui Entrance of the Donro
Ktver at Oporto, Spain.
Letter in New York Times.
But how are you to get ashore? No ship's
boat can live in such a sea, and th captain,
who is a bit of a wag in bis own rough-hewn
way, ironically advises you to swim ashore
astride of your portmanteau. But at that
moment there Is a shout of "Catraia,
Catraial" and, glancing over tbe
quarter, you see the Catraia herself, a
queer-looking native boat, steered by a
tall sallow man in a thread
bare blue jacket measled with shabby gold
lace, who keeps up a perpetual shouting and
swearing at tbe eight gaunt, black-haired
piratical fellows la striped shirts that form
bis crew. She runs alonside and in you tum
ble as best you may, for the "graceful bark"
keeps bobbing about liko the float of a fish-.
ing line. After you come three or four other
victims, whose anxiety as to their 'hancee of
capsizing on the bar U but little relieved by
the captain's parting assurance that tbe
bodies of the whole party shall be decently
buried as soon as they float ashore.
At first starting you find the se- unex
pectedly and almost ominously smooth, tho
mass of water which is carrying you onward
being so enormous tbat its motion is hardly
felt as yet As you near the bar y t grad
ually become aware of a movement like the
gentle swaying of a gigantic swing. But tbe
motion is so easy that you never tbiuk of
connecting it with the idea of danger till
your Portuguese coxswain, suddenly spring
ing up in tbe stern-abeets, goada bis men to
redoubled efforts in language that certainly
cad not be blamed for lack of vigor: "Pull,
you rascals! harder yet, if you love your
lives. Pull away, dogs, pigs, robbers, as
sassins, demons, sons of horetics, pull! pull I"
Looking round in womlor, you see the
whole river surging up into one wave, which
comes rushing on in swift pursuit, a solid
wall of dark water. The men tug at their
oars with frantic energy, while tbe coxswain's
convulsed face, with its sharp .white fangs
gleaming and its black eyes flashing as he
shrieks forth curses and prayers intermingled,
looks quite unearthly. But on comes tbe
terrible pursuer in a grim silence, which is
doubly appalling from its contrast with all
this furious excitement And now its
gloomy shadow is almost over your bead
an1 now you see its mighty crest begin to
curl and break and now comes a deafening
crash, and sea and air are all one whirl of
boiling foam, and the boat is tossad aud
banged hither and thither till passengers and
crew fall over each other headlong. And
then, all in one moment, tbe din and turmoil
ceate as if by magic, aud before you lies an
expanse of smooth water, above which the
domes and spires of Oporto rise calmly
against a cloudless sky. '
Meuiy MOO Feat Hlffb.
Rehoboth Sunday Herald.
Fresh proofs are reported to have
been discovered of the existence of an
ancient civilization in Mexico. In
Sonora, about sixty miles southeast of
the town of Madeline, some explorers
have found in the heart of a virgin for
est a pyramid which is 4,850 feet round
tbe base and 750 feet nigh that is to
say, nearly double the size of the great
pyramid of Cheops. From the base to
the summit there is a roadway on which
vehicles can travel round the vast erec
tion in a spiral The outside walls are
built of granite blocks carefully tooled
and bedded.
A little further off is a hillock, with
hundreds of caverns and chambers cut
i it, from five to, fifteen feet wide and
ten to fifteen feet long. They have no
windows, and are entered by the roof.
Ihe walls are covered with hieroglyph
ics and curious pictures witn tbe feet
and hands of men. Stone utensils have
also been found there. Who the build
ers of these ancient monuments were is
still unsettled, but, according to El Lib
eral, they probably belonged to ilayos.
who formerly inhabited tonora, and
were a different race from the Indians,
having blue eyes, a white skin, and
blonde hair.
"lUe American Chernba."
"Oath's" Letter.
One of Frank Chanfrau's children is a
remarkably handsome lad named after
his father. Many years ago, when he
was only about 4 years of ace, his
mother bad his photograph taken in im
itation of the famous "Cherubs" of
Raphael. In one the child rests his
chin on his arms, which are spread on a
table; in the other his cheeks are held
between the palms of his hands, the
elbows resting on the same table. These
two pictures have long formed a part of
the stock in trado of photographers who
sell them as "The American Cherubs."
I have heard them spoken of as "Chan
frau's twins," bnt as a matter of fact
both faces are of the same bright look
ing boy.