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I EUGENE C1TT GUARD. L I CAMPBELL, Proprietor, EUGENE CITY. OREGON. TOM. Too, Tom's tbt beit follow that ever 70 Just Mitten to this: Wnen the old mill took tire, end (lie floorlns fell through, , And I wltb It, helpless, there, fu't In my vlw, i What do yon think my eyes ssw through the flr, . That crept along, crept along, nlgher and nlKhrr, .Unt Ilohln, my baby-boy, IniiKhlnti to ice The ililnlnu I lie must bare come there uftci iw, Toddled lon from the cottime without Any one'i mlaslnif hlin. Then wlmts shont OliI bow 1 shouted: "for Ileitveu'i sake, men, aye Utile Rnhln'" Astn and aualn They tried, but the Ore beld them bock like a wall. I could hear them go at It, and at It, and chII: "Never mind, bnby, nit still like a man, We're coining to you m fu't no we cnn." 1'hcy could not hlin, but I could ; lie silt Still on a beiim, his Utile itniw hat C arefully placed by his shin, and his vcs ftared at tba flamo w.tli a tmhy's surprints, ('aim and unconscious, na neiirnr It eropi. The roar of the Are up above must have kept The sound of bis mother's voice shrieking bis mime From reaching the child, lint I henrd It. It cimie Aaraln and a'raln O (!od, whnt a cry? ') he Niti went fitat. I nw the sparks fly Wbeie the men worked like tiger, nor uilmled the heitt That seorclu-d (hum when, suddenly, there at their Icet The great ben in leaned In they saw hlin- tlien, crush, .. Down came lh wulll The men mnilo 1 y- d",iUf " Jnmped 10 get out of thewnv end I thought "All's up with poor Mile Kobln " and brought lowly the arm that was least hurt to hide The sight of the onlld there, whon swift, at my alght, Some one rushed by, and went right through the flitmu tralght aa a durt caught the child and then rnino Back with him choking and crying, but saved I 1 Oh, how the men ratod, Bbontod, and cried, and burrahedl Then they all Rushed at the work again, lent the hnck wnll VVbeie I was lying, away from the Are, Should full In and bury me. ,To see Rohln now. he's as bright as a dime. Deep In some inlsohlof, too, moat of tin nine; Tom, It wna, saved him. Now Isn't It true, Tom's the beat lellnw that ever you knew? There's Itohlu now soe, he's strong as lll'i And there comes Tom, too Yea, Tom wns our dog. Comtanrt Fenlmor Woolton. JOHN CUINOLIXE. The Llfo-Poom of a Man with a 4 . .. Proaalo Name. 1 Ten years ago thoro wero two notable tilings about John Crinoline; first, he was heartily ashamed of his namo, nml, second, ho had rend nil extraordinary number of French book. I may ml. I that hi favorito l'ronoh author was Cha teaubriand. Tlioso whoso knowledge oi tlila renowned writer la derived wholly from a familiarity with tho toothsome teak bearing his namo perhaps hiivo a nioro agreeable Impression of him than liia books would givo them, lint John Crinoline was such an admirer of Cha teaubriand that he had comotoSt. Mali), 'on tho cast of Franco, that ho might loo for hiniNclf tho hoiiso 111 which the philosopher was bnru and staud on the inserted island whoro Irs favorite au thor found a lonely gravo. And the only reason why ho now loiters in the Unco I liatfiiuliriantl, gazing 'it 'ho 1,11 tics of a pair of juvenile tight-rope walk crs, is that the title is In, the sea air-inly dashes against tho ancient walls of tiie town, nml it is coiiseouontly impossible to cross over the submerged sea dike whli'h at elih thin ronnei Is St. Main witli tho little Island of (irand-lley, on whose outermost lotigo rest tliorcmainsoi(.lia teaubriaiid. Besides, this is tho timo of tho harvest moon, and John Is persuaded that if ho would see tho grave aright ho must view it as S r Walter recommends his readers to view "fair Melrbso." At first ho sat after ilejemirr smoking a oigarotto un der tho iiwn'ng outside the Hotel do Franco and regarding wilh trillion. I eve the graceful woman on tho superb black horse. Her long riding habit clings to lior, as that "outmost wrappage and overall" that Carlylo speaks of should cling to every perfect form, and tho while plume in her plush hat nods with each capriole of the haudomo beast. Now and then slio dances back and forth attending the movements of two children who aro walking wires stretched taut between poles perhaps fifty feet apart and a dozen feet high. John can only see from his distant point of view that one of these children has long yellowish Imt, and that both are dressed in tino! and tights. Some Frenchmen who sit m ar him sipping Chartreuse have so many things to say bout tho horsewoman that presently liia curiosity is aroused and he jo'ns tho spectators gathered In a circle around the wires. The boy and girl have ceased to act in concert, but starting out from the opposite end of their wires, arc walking toward cnoh other alone. A booth browed man paces between ready to render assistance in ca-e of thstster. ,The boy. alert and supple, his cheeks atlamo wilh the exercise, trips lightly to the niitldle of his wire, and there, pois ing hnwlf for an InMant, begins 00 l latmg to and fro. "( Vm hi-'-", commimvi.'" ho cres. In banti r'rg 'one to tlio little girl, who has traveled her who nioro cautiously. (She paii-cs at his call and casts a timid, be peril ng glance at tho boetlo-brow.tl man. vim respond to it with a fierce prima' e. el nch ng h's list It is. (he rp'soil of an ntmt and doubtless John Crinoline is the oiiy 0110 who olworvc it. A any rato the c fleet it has ujititi him Is amnrisng. llisees lla-h and ha elbows his way Impetuously to tin inner edgo of the crowd. "Annctt t ails lie handsome hor c woma'i in a d ep warning tone, lr w Ire r'n abr at of tic-child. The -onn o'l r vdeo works d leu chaivre u tin g'lT a'.tit'. de. A j.l i.e- r n tlrough the shapely life I-nit.--: s . darts a tirinUmg glance at tV bo who is twinging ;:a I, on his w;r i then, with a piteous attempt at a mii'Ic begin blow ly to reck herself. T . b cajxu-ing like a monkey, shouts "I'.ii witol bliu rlto!" aud Un bot tlo-biowi'. man, taking np the words repeats them in a menacing tone, looking up lavagely into hor small, pallid face. It Duty De that they have unnerve i bur; perhaps who is blinded by the tear that rather to her bright eyes; at any rate, John Crinoline sens she Is falling, and, w. th a very wicked oath on b s lips, tprings forward Just in timo to savo her. "C"fs damnQt" says tho fiorsewom n coldly. "Merei bien, Moiuinur." For answer John Crinolino, still hold ing the littlo tinsol form in his arms, plates up at tho woman w th such fury that she blush s. Then he turns to iid 't Annetto's blue eyes gazing with wonder into his. "You caught mo, didn't you? I'm awful much oblige, I am going to say merci bien to von. but I know you weren't French soon's I heard you wear." John smiles and tcnde'rlv places her on her feit Then tho beetle browed man. who until now. for reus ns best known to himsolf, has kept aside, ap proaches cap in hand, and is so pro fusely thankful to John and so outrage ously alTeciionato toward tho little acro bat "that what else can John do but ad- iust his hat before all these pooplo ami then niiVKMtly slink away from them? Neverthclo-is, ho tolls nimsoii as no passes through the great porta, that had Hi s incident occurred in America ho ccrlainly would not have desisted in his attentions towards Annotto until lie uau re-cued tho poor child from that Ama Kcn and brute. Here, however, in St. Malo he Is a stranger In a strange land; knows absolutely nothing about tho laws regulating Nonsense, Interposes John Crinoline's conscience. Isn't tliis child 1 kewi-e a stranger In a strange land? bho h ard vou ewear; sho spoko to you in K11 I'sh. Iliinibug, says John unll nch ingly. Hut out on the long curving pier, strolling tho granite docks, indeed all the afternoon until evening, when ho stands on tho ramparts watching the red sun sink in tho s a, John thinks of Annette. IIo irritably Insists that it is none of his business, but away over in tho West the clouds cunningly arrange themselves in tho form of a child w th vellow hair, and givo him the lie direct 110 whistles softly and remarks to him self that this thing is very amusing; that ho doesn't proposo to bo browbeaten Into milking an ass of himself, even by celestial phenomena. A mild breeze Is blowing seaward and tho tide is fast ebbing. Stretches of whito, clean beach lay below him, on which children aro lit play. Adult Frenchmen, who will never outgrow their boyhood, bland knee-deep in tho tpiict water of a pond left by the sea, gleefully sailing their miniature ships, and a bevy of girls, chaperon"d by their parents, liro seeking tho shelter of tho rocks to disrobo for a bath. Tardy blanehls-j'uses issuo from tho town with heap'ng baskets of linen, which they spread upon the beach, and the confused murmur of their voices floats up with tho rolling of tho surf. A goad.irme stands at tho western laslionw th tho terra cotta tint of tho sky in hi face, and of him John inquired when it w 11 lie possible for liini to cross over tho dike to (irand-Itcy. Ho has still a half hour to wa't beforo ho can st'ind by tho tomb of his favorite French nnthor. It is enough tjine for another turn around tho ramparts. V-.. -, The day is dy'ng. Jt is nearly den 1, ami (ho silver light of the moon s on tin water, when John, having looked everywhere el e around him, unite naturally drops his eyes straight down along til l great gran te b neks of the pier, and is shocked to find them resting upon Anm'tlit. Yes, there she is, her lips parted, smiling tiiii'tllv up at lit 111 ; one hand ngrnst the slimy jjTecn sen need that clin.s to tho wall, and the ether swinging a small paper parcel. Of course, -he is not clad in her t nsel and tights, onlv in a shabby blue tlre-s; but the yellow liair is there, mid John knows her by it. lie can discern a mild appeal in her eves; she looks as though slut would speak to him; she lias held her pretty 1 tile head in that strained upward position so long indeed, Heaven only knows how long -that hi can seo her swallowing back what' his heart tolls him is a sob and yet, what does lit) do? "lie careful!" ho calls to her In a gra cious tono; "you may fall in. Tlioso stones look slippery. And tlio next instant ho is walking rap idly away toward tho beach. When Jilin descends tho paved road way leading from tho main gato the ut afterglow of sunset has faded from tho ky, and the moon is shining full upon the sea. Ho crosses tho sea wall t ) (iraml-Bev. Tho littlo island looks rather forbidding as it lies in 'tho shallow, sloping gently up from tho still water to where it is crowned by tlio ragged ruins of the ancient chateau. The path, faintly detined in tho grass anil stones, lends past theso ruins, then down a flight of siono steps, and sud denly beforo John's eyes tlio tomb ap pears, surrounded by" its iron railing, through which gleams tho waste of sea 1 ghti d up by tho moon. He is instantly sure there is nowhere another such gravo as this. Perched upon tho edge of tho island, hero lofty and sio-p, whero tlio salt-spray can Imtho it when tho waves run nigh, it is so lonely, so s nipic so grandf it is only a small cylindrical cross carvcej from a granite block, an I it rests upon tho tomb, which is enclosed bv a rusted iron fenc the four comer posts being e:ipped by iron pine cones. John at once begins a minute Inspection of the grave. He has come to St. Malo for this express piirnose, you will remember, o ho wa'ks slowly around it, and in so doing h's evo has to fall upon tho sea, Iran- 111 llv surging and silvered over with the Vglit of tho moon. When ho is ip sently cousc ous of this diversion ho -tubliornly turns to tho grave again and .ries to tind an inscription upon tlio nblct. There is nono visible. Ho 'h 'ii pine's a tlead crisp tlowei from h m it lat.'J wreath of Immortellas bat s tn.' f, end or pilgrim liko himself v s I ng a; h ing around tho shaft of h'cros-. pluc w tlrs flower in h's io:.!m 11, n'id -.tvits himself on the grsn te r t w.tii his limbs hang ng over tho isIlT "Wh it." he io'iborately says alond. " f Hie matter with me?" Whit. ,ndH'd? John Crinolino is om ill' 11 of a wr'ter. As a vers, tier he Is und luUedly very clever, aud it is nia'nly due to his belief that tho in fortunate namo he possosgi's will always oporato against his literary success that ho is so sensitivo on that point. H's friends lament that this scribbling tal ent of his is pot in tho humorous line, whore his name Would roally bo an a d to him. ' Ho has said wilh a mournful smilo: "Fancy an otlo on the immor tality of tho soul by John Cr'noline." It has been useless to persundo h m to adopt a noni do pi 11 1110. He has 11! roadysiid: "Suppose my work should succeed In that way th nk of the fun there would bo when I revealed myself as J. Crinolino." So ho has come here prepared to write, bel eving the sceno should put him in a writing mood. Hence ho 1ms had tho forethought to bring a candle with him in order that ho may havo light if necessary to Jot down tho creations of his fnncy. Sitting thus on a desolate island by tho picturesque grave of a great man, with tho waves softly lapping on the sands below, and tho harvest moon above sh 'tiding her ghostly liirht on the soa-certainly such a situation ought to provoko a flrst cla t poem. John' is right in his premises. Hut ho can not center h's thoughts to-night, not, at lea-t, on Chateaubriand. When ho looks up at tho moon or down at !U rad aneo in the water, straightway h's brain is ungovernable and he must thiiik of Annctt". Such is t'10 weakness of human flesh tlio frhe of intellect. John, striving to lift himself up nto tho rea'm of fancy, mnst tiimblo back to the common lilncd cons'dc.ration of an unknown child with yellow "hair. "Hang it!", ho sacs indignantly. "What is tho nia'ter with mo to-night." Isn't a d-'ntl gen'us of more conso qucneo to h m than a live acrobat? Apparently not Ho springs to his foot, thrusts tho note-book in his pocket, flings tho cand'e over tho dill", and turns to go, looking wistfully at tho tomb. It is so peneoful, lying thore with tho waves sparkling up at it. Ho is loth- to go, but ho acknowledges to tho impulse; ho feo's that tho sympathy for tho living is s rongor upon him to night than his interest In the dead, even Chateaubriand. Tho stra'ns of mus 6 that aro now and then wafted to his ears from the Casino sound very entio ing. Ho is nervous; ho wants to bo where thero is life and dancing. So he turns from the tomb and moves away. As ho does so his eyes rest suddenly on a ciiiidish form standing upon tho top of tho flight of stono steps. This moonlight is full upon hor and ho sees it is Annette, lie is not much surprised; she has been in his thoughts all day, but ho is irritated at sight of her. It looks so theatrical for her to appear before him in this fantastic stylo. He wonders how long sho hits been standing up thero l koa ghost, gazing tlown upon him. Small wonder, however, that liis brain was intraetablo. lleforo ho cnn at sho h:is tripped tlown tlio steps and fearless ly approached him. " Whnso gravo is that?" she asks in a low, awe-struck voieo. "Chateaubriand's." ,.-. v "A man?" . ; ' ' -1 "Yes." ., t "1 lid you lovo him ?" - .,' - "I never saw him." "Why do you slay hero so' long, (hen?" How can ho answer tho child? He docs not try, but follows tho Socratio method. "Whv aro you here?" 'Oh,' sho says, ingenuously, "Ididn't know thero was a man buried up thoro. 1 just followed you." "Why?" Ho asks it so coldly, almost angrily, that hor confidence in him nml in her self is phrnly weakened. Sho stands upon one foot twisting her lithe body uneasily about "I th' night because you caught me you'd help 1110." Her voieo trembles: tho paper parcel slips from her lingers; ho can see her litlochin working convulsively, and then sin drops on tho granite rock and hides her face in her hands. John is touched. Ho kneels, and, taking one of her willing hands in his say. soo'hingly: "How could I help youP-' Sho looks at. him very earnestly, as ho can seo with tho moonlight on her face, and eagerly tells him: "Whv. please don't let them get ine again." "Let whom? That u rly man and the woman on horscbaokP "Yes," "Who aro they?" "Madamo do Loonello ct Monsieur Gecrges 1'icot that is what they tell tho reoplo they are; but s io's my aunt, and don't know who ho is, only 1 hate him." John smiles. Sho looks angelic wilh tho ino inbeanis playing in her yellow hair; but sho can halo. "Aro they very cross to you?" "Awful. J list look what ho did to mo to-day for falling on" tho wiro. She bares her left arm that ho may see a thick red welt crossing tho flcsli ubove the elbow. "Tho bfiito!" cries John angrily. An nette is evidently delighted to hear Inn say so. "Toat's nothing," she boastingly fays, "to tho cut -ie gavo mo with her riding-whip. I ran away then, too, but it was at Jersey, St. llclierg, and I couldn't get oil' the island; so they caught me.'' "Where's vour mother, Annette?" "She's dead." "Your fat hor?" "He's dead, too." 'Were they Americans?" . "Mamma wasn't She used to live at Orleans; but papa painted pictures in Taris, and when ho died wo wore awful poor. Was you ever in Paris? Was you ever m the Kue M;uot? Oh, it was a very funny littlo stroet Papa used to take mo and mamma to St Cloud and the Hols do lloulogno on Sundays. That was tho best fun of all. Mamma teased papa about his French and mado him say VkciY.V umi' and feuM," and words like that, and then piipa teased mamma and made her try to say things in English liko 'three hundred and thirty-three t hoiisaud chest u uts," and then she called him a I'tt.'iw-koi'.' " John, now reclining npon the rock with h's heid resfng in his right hand, lo ks calmly, up at Tut, quite forgetful of the grave of tho great man behind him. Th re is a faint French accent in Annette's talk th.it is cliarmin. tho sits crnss-lejfo I, w th her face "turned full toward him and sideways to the moon. At times a strain 01 iuiiiu serosa the water, and Annette always eaus"s to listen. "Then your mothor died, too, says John, abruptly. "Yes," sho repeats, in a low tono; "then she died, too." "And then?" "Then my aunt camo and took mo away to Poissy. It was awful nico at first I usetlto go out in a boat on tho river nil by myself and get on the island and play faul and Vtnjinia. "Who played Paul?" I didn't havo any; he wanted to, but wouldn't let him." Sho emphasizes the personal pronoun vith great dis dain. ."Who is 'hoP' "Why, the boy who was walking the other wire my "cousin. I hate him!" And yet she has silky yellow hair and big blue eves. Hut then, John reflects, tho poor littlo thinw has lived with very hateful pooplo; it is really no wonder she can hate, "You then learned to walk the wire?" "Yes, but it was an awful long time beforo 1 could. I was afraid. We walked all tho way to Itonen, ami thero sho met him, and after that wo had a lior.-e -that one she was on. Then wo went to Havre, and Trouville. and Caen, and Granville, and Jersey, and here." John llos silently gazing at her. "Now, you tell mo all al out your self." IIo laughs. "I havn't had half so many adven tures as you. I'm only an idler." "Don't you ever work?" "Oh, yes, sometimes. When I'm homo in Amorica I write things for newpnpors and magazines; but I don't have to." "You must havo hud of money!" Ho feels uncomfortable at this re mark. "No, not 'loads.' I havo enougli to live on." "I wish I had some." "What would you do?" "I'd go to tho Conservatoire of Mu siqne. Oh, I love music!" John lowers his eyes from her face and looks off towards asolitary light on shoro. IIo is quite remarkable in this respect it takes him so long to mako up nis mind. Annette, seeing h'm so thoughtful and silent, is fearful of dis turbing him, and quietly listens to tho splash of tho waves anil tho bursts of melody thnt como fitfully from tho Casino. John ponders sb long, however, that tho moon gets di rectly overhead and Annette begins to fool most lonely and disconsolate. Be sides, this gravo in front of her is a very cheerless object to stare at. Every timo her cyo rests upon the granite cross hVr young flesh creeps, and then tho chilly air from tho s a pierces her thin clothing and she shivers. Finally Annette can endure it n longer. "Are you asleep?" sho asks. Ho starts up suddenly and looks at her then at tlio moon, then hastily at his watch. It is now nearer nino than eight o'clock. lVrhaps the geiidarmo was mistaken. .... . . t J I Astnta "Come," ho says anxiously, "wo must go." "Oh!" she pleads on her knees, "you won't take uio back to th.mi, will'you?" "No, no you shall go with nifl. Come." He hurries her up the steps, past the ruins of the chateau and down tiie grassy slope. Hut before I hey havo gono half way to tho bottom he sees that the geiiilanun was not mistaken. Thero is no tliko in view. Where it stretched toward tho bea h th -re is now only an expanse of white-capped water lancing merrily in the nioonl gilt. In deed, 110 bca.-h" is visible, cith t. The waves aro leaping up iiga'nsf the rock and even the great ramparts of Sl. Malo. John Is very much d'sg-.isted w th himsolf. Why d d ho lie there divam'ng himself and this poor child into such a predicament. He turns to her and says, icntcntly: "I'm sorry, Annotte, but wo'll have to spend tho night hero; tho sun's in." "1 don't care, I'm glad." Joha does care, but ho feels resigned to see her so happy, and hand in hand they retrace the;r way toward t'10 tomb. Passing tho gloomy ruins Annette clings to his arm, and says, with a shudder: "I thought first you'd gone and 1 was going to hide in that door, but it was 80 awful dark it scared mo." There is a bed of soft, dried grass just beyond, and hero John halts. Ho takes Oil his 1 glit overcoat and hands it to her. She draws back, but ho casts it on tlio grass and says in a qu et tone: "I want, you to wrap this around you and and 1 0 down. You must try to sleep, Annette, for as sonii as tho title goes out again wo will leave for England." Sho clasps her hands beforo her, and could cry out from excess of grat itude. Hut she only smiles joyfully and the moonlight gl siens on her white teeth. "Areyo',1 afraid?" he asks. "You won't go away?" " "No, no." She submissively loses herself in the arms of the gn at coat and cuddles upon the grass. Now ho has d -termined what he shall do, and promised her, he feels relieved. Nevertheless, ho realizes how serious tho atValr is ho is abducting a child, one, too, who Is unquestionably of con siderable pecuniary value to hor rela tives. Ho smiles stubbornly, and lights a ciga-ette; seating him-elf under the moon on tho top stono step, where ho can turn a shoulder and gazo upon An nette, or look straight ahead upon tho sea, and let his eyes in passing rest npon tho tomb. It may bo sacriligious. but there is now something so absurd to John in the idea of his brood:ngovcr tho grave of Chateaubriand that he chuckles. Perhaps this powerful harvest moon has turned his head as well as the tide. At any rate, Chateaubriand has no placo in his thoughts now. Ho is try ing to dec.do whether he had better run the risk of taking the morning's steamer from St Malo to Jersey, or tako the train to Calais direct. The more he thinks about it the more serious the chances of discovery on the JersT Vxiat appear to him, and the possibility of losing Annette is very unpleasant Ind eed, tho mTo idea so alarms h m that ho turns to look at her more than onco, and each tmo his glance encounters a pair of eves shin lug up at him from the grass out of the folds rf h's overcoat. Annette Is uioro anxious than he. Her eyes close ;piit kly when they meet his. an I shs feigns to sleep, but hor yllow head never swerves from tho anglo at which sho has adjusted it to watch him. ro the moon floats on until tho gravo is in shadow. Tho tdj follows the moon and tho waves tho t'do. John shivers a littlo. but is wide awalco, and ho knows tho bright blue eyes aro pcor in" furtively at him from the grass. Tit's all happened in the summer time of 1H7. It truly happened, for John Crinoline has told It to mo. Of cour-e he told It in much ewer words. Wh n he had gono thus far in his story I said to him: "Well!" "Well." said ho, "I havo been trying toansw.r your question. This is the reason why I sail on the Etruria next Saturday." "Ho pla'ner." "I am going over to bring Annotto away from school." "vYhatare you going to do with llT?" Ho looked mo stead ly in tho fico, and 1 11 m sure I novor g ized on an honostcr, manlier 0110 than his. "Do you really think, old fellow," he Fa'd, she'll object to my namo? "I've a mind to change it." Mdvitte Phillips, Hi l'lulU'le'iihia i rc. FREAKS OF NATURE. A I'hlloHtiplilo Lecture on Johnny Fruli, the Dude ami Mother's Ito.r. Do not look down npon the fresh young man, my son, in uiblinie con tempt or in pity. To bo sure the fresh young man is a pestilential nuisHnoe; ho wearies you continually; sometimes you think it was a mistake that ho ever w;vs born. You laugh at bis exuberant unsaltedness; you experience perennial shame while in his presence; you curso him mentally boforo his face, and overt ly behind his back; and yet the fresh young man suffers nothing from your lack of appreciation. Ho is quite un aware that his presence is an abomina tion and his every act and his lightest word more terriblo than a pestilence. His is not a sensitivo soul and hiscut'do is dense. IIo do ',s not waste half his time wondering what others think of him or li s act 011s. Ho goes right on. When he wants a thing, ho goes and takes it. When ho feels liko saying any thing, out it comes. Whilo you aro looking about you, fearing that your walk or your conver-ation may bo criticised, ho drives straight on to tho goal of his desires. Ho is fresh, but ho gets there just tho samo or rath r, h 1 gels thero because of his freshness. . Ten or twenty years hence, wh leyoti aro peddling along in tho dust of com mon plao prosperity or the mud of ob-ciirity, you will seo him r'do bv in th? luxur'oits coach of allluence. You will find him, perchance, fresh ns of old. but his froshiv'ss has stood h;m :n in gool stead, while vour salineness hasTiurdly served to helped you to salt down enough lucre to pay your f.innral expenses. Yes, my son, freshness is hateful to all savo its possessor, but it is tho stall" which helps a man amazing ly in this world of ours. Therefore, my son, do n it contemn tho tin a'te I youth, and tliinktwico beforo you tipnly to him tho ungrateful titlo of Johnny Fresh. Thero is another freak of nature, my son, that I wo ild havo you view mor.i leniently. 1 refer t) the ilii'lo. In tho first place the dude is scrupulously clean, and we have high authority for placing cleanliness next to godliness, and in these days, when tho hitter attribute is so very hire, wo should rocogn'.z.) and repect whatoM-r approaches and ap proximates it. Look at your nanus now, bogrimed with a week's accumu lations, ' and your linger nals, cac.ii with its new 1110011 of mourning, and tell mo if in those eccentricities you are superior to tho tlcsp'sed dude. Your collar's soiled and crumpled: your trousers are baggy at the knee, and of tho earth earthly troin tlio KiieoiKwn wartl; you'r coat issurnioiinted with tho dust of agos; your hat would bins 1, wero it able, at the s'ght of a brush; your shoes aro guiltless of Day & Mar t'n; your lia r is in elf, locks; eve:i vour faco is not free from mother eirt'i. Now look at tlio dudo. His llo-h is clean; h's linen is spotless ami w tlioiit wrinkle; his hair is kempt; his raiment is perfect in fit and freedom from lilih.l Look .upon yourself, then look upon him, and ask yonrso f if there bo not sometlrng to admire and to emulate even in a dudo. And whilo I havo your ear, my son. I have a word to sav of the lo whom your contemptuously refer to as b'ing tied to his mother's apron string. You may laugh at this Lov anil dcrldo h'm, if you will; but 1 would givo morn for his chances in life than for those of the tho boy who thinks his mother !s a creature far beneath his consideration, and whose proudest boast is to speak of her as the "old woman." The boy who goes back on his mother, my son, will continue to go ba k t'irough lifo nntil ho is far behind all respectable folk in the race of humanity. Did you ever hear of a man who succeeded in 1 fe but had a mother in some period in his existence? I think not And did he ever feel ashamed that he had a mother? I am sure ho did not. No, my son, do not laugh at tho mother's boy. The boy who has been t ed to his mother's' apron-string is the boy that all right thinking people are glad to tie to. Boston Transcript. Queen Mary's Prayer-Book. A curiousNajid valuable prayer-book has just been sold in London. It is the littlo volumo which the unfortunate Mary Queen of Scots used at her death npon the scaffold. The prayers are the handiwork of some rare fifteenth cen tury scribe; they are written in Latin on vellum. The pages of tho missal are exquisitely ilium mitol with elegant borders of fruit, flevrers and birds: t.iey are also decorated with thirty-five minia tures by a Flemish artist, pieces of elaborate workmanship. The little book still rests in tho original oak boards; covered with silk now much worn, in which it was originally bound. Liverpool Mercury. Why n Impo4 r, , "'"-rDrf,.,, "Ju'lgc'saldam,,, summoned on a jury k for rne to serve. that I can not leave it" ' "Any man can plead busiB Judge replied. "n "Yes, I know, but everjttu ncssisnotso pressing tell you that no ona M J' attend to it" Uttt "Well, I will excuse you." The man went away ,,., The next day a bench ' issued for him. "I can make no defense , except that I told the tnitT'i but mysolf can do my fi8!,jn, J, one else wero to do it I wonll' it in the least There are tL"' a man has to fish-got to and mke are striking nn. after trying minnows without I tried a troll. Well, ,ir. jV bass nabbed it before it hm ! the water. IIo was so lare f so hard, that I had to plav him' saw any thin liko it ll9 water into foam. Never u capers." ' "Did you get him?" citcdly askod. "Well, sir, ho broke a, and " "What!" "Yes, snapped it off like arv 1 was determined to get caught a grasshopper, stuck Limerick anil put it under t Ho wouldn't even smell of it another troll, so I decided to i: beautv. I drew mv nistnl. the water and, just as I wasiif of pulling tho trigger, theba..s and grabbed the barrel of mri "WhatP" n "Yes sir, and held on to It" "So you got him?" "Yes sir, and the prints of t are in that pistol barrel now." "You don't tell me so?" "Yes sir." "Mr. Clerk." said thn in,l up a tine of one hundredtlolhjv the defendant." "What, a hundred dollars t because I misrepresented " "0, no," said tho judge, 1 fine you because you told it bocanso you did not toll me fc were going fishing. I would b journed court ami gono with yet kansaio Traveler. CARP PONDS. How Thrr Mar he ComtrnrM l!ot Advantage nml at Saili. The cultivation of carp is ofs;; importance to fully warrant striiction of ponds for the pt But there already exist, onmM;!j ponos used ior tno collection ot for watering livo stock, which . converted into carp ponds star cost. Thero are also manr 1 nml iltmrftintiA In IliA Ittml th 1 " 'ft I throwing np a breastwork, tc.y ( made to answer tho purpose ti j, blv. It is very desirable on sere . counts to havo your pom so jot draw the water oft" any tlmetw so tho hsli can bo sorted aim U stroying the enemies to o draining tlio ponds once a jar trudcrs can bo removed. Tla'to' vice to put in a pond to drain it. cast-iron pipe (thoy are the eh" six or more inches, accorditiyv size of your pond; get it longer ! jo clear through your tiara unJ ect about two or 'three feet at end. Jlako a large woo.!'J drive it in tho pipe on the iri the dam, nnd when you want to your pond, get a polo nnd lir.t plug out of tno pipo. When lie is dry you can drive it ia aigaia. Never build a nond where 1 stream of water tlows tlirougb '. cause it is liablo to break ydine wash all tho spawn and w awav, when thero is a great w rainfall. Build bosido such a and lot tho water in at the up!' of the pond, through a tile :t ting over it so other kinds of not. trot, in with thn Cill'O Of th-; mix and bo valueless in alittlf1 In building a breast, clay !'' best, but other soil will do. M have decided where to build you: get a scraper, such as you use is 'f ing tlio roails. A tongue . best, as you can handle it better. up about eighteen or twenty"' tho length of your dam, Riul the sod and soil to the outs plow again, and then scrar & dam is as hifrh as VOU want it keep the clav. if there is snt, f inside of tho dam. Whon your; dono seed it down to white c" it will not freeze out as quick kinds will, and whon it is m '1 beauty alono' will pay you work without the profit on When you make an overfto. pipe and put nn elbow onf pipo should be large enough Ik. nutnli nlf lllt tll8 1 ,l i. -...,. nnnit and ' i end through the dam. It wulM cold water from the bottom pond instead of warm water ) top, as the warm water al. 1 thn inn nf unv nond or TOSS? I thrive best in warm water. 'l be shallow on the. out edge w -and three and a half to four f in the middle, sloping grad"' there are any children about not Rtcn off into a deep hole '; If a person makes any si P J l i - knot on ! can imvo a jm-nsuio is alone worth tho cost of tw r F. 11. Israel, in Ohio Farmer. .aaaW ' al. 'Chambermaids" in 7r hotels are malo Indians, Urm: They are deft and quick, ""J f themselves to a stranger in if , for three dollars per week, employer undivided and vt'ri service. TTi. i The River Sanpo, whm - from the Himalaya mountain' for nearly one thousand f f ho innlhorn Vinnlnr of th6 it been the subject of more p. controversy than any other n world. JJ