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EUGENE CITY GUARD. i, J CAMPBELL, . . fi-aprlet-sr, EUGENE CITT, OREGON. HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE HIMf A Mn Who Get! Ill Fuud, Funl and Llg-hl for Nothing and I l'ld for It. "I know at leant one man in this conn try who is able to live cheaply and gut paid for doing it, all because be live ' where the cost of getting his food, fuel and light to htm is about five time a lunch a the original cost of the sup plies themselves," laid the captain of a schooner in the coastwise trade. "It seem queer that a man can get. along more economically on account of the high cost of gotting his supplies to his borne than he could if the cont were leu, don't it? But it's a fact. This man's Dearest market is thirty miles from where be lives, and a ton of coal will cotit him $3 in that tunrket. "If it cost him no more than fl to lay that ton of cool down in this man's bin be would have to pay for both coal and delivery, and the ton would stand bim in $13. The same in proportion with his beef and his iork and liiif potatoes and bis flour and his oil. Out just be cause it cohU in the neighborhood of (M) a ton to curry his coal from the yard to his bin, and corresponding prices for his other supplies, he gets the whole business for nothing. His (lour he guts free, and bis beef and his pork and bis potatoes and his oil, as well as his cool. The entire outfit don't cost him a cent from one year's end to tho other, and be gets f 1,000 a year for staying where be is and receiving the annual donations. "It will be queer now if you are not thinking to yourself that this man I am speaking of has a soft snap. Well, may be he has. He is a lighthouse keeper. Ho lives on a big rock at Carie Ann. No sea going vessel can get within a quarter of a mile of bis home. No loaded boat can reach his abiding place in safety. To get a ton of coal to his bin, which is perched on the rocks above high water mark, it must be shipped from Boston to as near tho lighthouse as the vessel dare approach. The coal is in bags, and these are placed in small boats, which carry them to the edge of the shoal water, inside of which the boats dare not enter. The bags of coal are then carried ashore on the bucks of tho crew, who wade through the surf, clumber up the rocks with their burdens and empty the cool in the lighthouse bin. The other bulky supplies are delivered to tho Cape Ann light keeper in the sum manner. and the government pays the expenso. May be he bas a soft snap, but I'd rather be on my vessel, tossing and pitching on the heaviest sea that his light evor shone ont upon than to be firmly grounded on that Cape Ann rock as he is. Wouldn't you? "But -this man isn't the only one the government supplies with free coal, light and rations at its lighthouses. When' ever the keepers are located at stations where the cost of rurriaga exceeds the cost of supplies tlioy are provided free; but where the cost of delivery does not excoed the price of tho goods the keeper is compelled to pay for both. That's a queer rulo, but government has many a queer way of doing things. At all the barren nx-k lighthouses, like Cape Ann, Mlnot's ledge and others, the keepers nave even to be supplied with fresh wa ter from points on the muinlund. They collect a great deal from rains in cisterns and tanks, but in most cases it is not sufficient for the needs of the keepors, and the supply from abroad must bo reg nlarly taken to them, no matter what the cost or the difficulties nro in getting it there. New York Evening Sun. OLD MAN GILBERT Bj ELIZABETH . BELLAMY, ("IAMB THORPi,") Author of "Four Oaki," "LittU Joan na," Etc fOoprr1rtitil Aurighureaerwd. mbUsbed by sjKictal arraniforoMit with tb Bclford Company. Kr York 1 "I have no wish to discuss any subject with him, except my brother Mcholus, Winifred replied coldly. CHAPTER XXVII. WINIFRED'S TUANKS. 181 11 Tha SeaiiiU I'araiol. The extremely fashionable parasol to be used at the seaside or at tho moun tains is tho most unique Japanese one that can bo got On top must be tied a large black ribbon bow, tho ends of which come fur down on tho parasol when it is opened. It really looks very pretty when worn with a cotton gown and makes a bright speck on the land scape. The red parasol is also in voirue. and is of plain, heavy silk, with a natural wood handle. One having a silver hnndle is voted extremely bad form. The very pronounced liking for red is thought to be the outcome of the general woman's disposition. Lining her coat with scar let, wearing a scarlet frock, having a scarlet parasol and weunng a scarlet bonnet is the nearest she can get to pnint- Wg the towu red, which from her youth np die bos always had a yearning to da New York Letter. Ilapalr Your Worn Out -Clothes. A poor man who wants to dress well and as cheap as he can should not dis card a suit so long us its color is firm and its fibres haug how far f 15 go toward sentable, nor how large an expenditure ror new garments it has saved him until be tries it. If men with moderate in comes, who feel obliged to dress shabbily six monins out or tne year, observed "You do not know how murk it mrant to me. After inanv weary davs John Fletcher at lust was able to make bis appearance down stairs. Very pule and weak, tin ghost of his former nclf, he looked, us he sat in the sunshine ;i the broad piazza and Winifred's heart was in her throat at sight of him. IIu was alone, and she saw that now was her oport unity top"ukto him of .Nicholas; and yet shuupproached him not without embarrassment, for she could not forget that she had refused to speuk to him under Mrs, Lor rimer's roof Neither could John Fletcher forget the occasion when this young lady hail turn ed her buck upon him and marched out of the room, eniphuM. aa every step with lier small crutch u.-. .iough she do aired to crush him, as ixwsibly she did: anil now she ignored that proc-uedin, lie bowed his acknowledgments some what stiffly w hen she said, with an effort to overcome a certuin shyness: "I nm so glad that you are able to be out;" bu when, on a sudden impulse and with deeiH-ning color, she stretched out her hand, he smiled as he took it and thi rudeness of the past was forgotten. He had lieen Interested in Winifred's story, but little was lucking to Interest him in Winifred herself, She li Hiked at him with all her soul in her eyes for tho space of several seconds before she found words, and then they cume utmost in u whisper. i ou do not know how much it means to me, she said, "to shake bunds with you, wlio have shaken liumls with Hrer Nicholas. Tell me or him! Tell mo nil! It is the nearest I can come to him!" Capt. Fletcher had felt rather bored by the interest his meeting with Nicholas Thome hud excited, but now he wus moved to tell the story with a minuteness of detail he hud never yet bestowed upon it. It was not that a beautiful young girl was listening, with her wistful eyesuKn his face; it was the pathos of her long, unwavering devotcdnessof affect ion that stirred his deepest, most reverent sym pathy a puthos the more touching bv contrast w ith the fact that her brother's affection for her had seemed to him to huve faded into a calm and ordinary memory. Hut lie could not tell her this; neither could he tell her that Nicholas' heart was hardened against his father. "My father is growing old," Winifred said, sadly, when he had ended. "The war bus made many people old in this part of the world. And I if I do not find Brer Nicholas, I too, shall be old- old." The captain was conscious of two dis tinct sentiments on hearing her express herself in this way an irresistible irrita tion that she should use the nergro term Hrer for "Brother, and an equally irre sistible irritation that so much feeling should be lavished upon Nicholas Thorne. But he will come buck some blessed day I" sho exclaimed, with a sudden change of tone, "Ho will come back, and Daddy Uilliert with him! Poor old Daddy Uilliert! How it must huve grieved him to forego his little posses sions here; but ho did it ut my bidding. idid not know that it would be for bo long. I was but a child, and it seemed an easy thing for me to have my own way. But 1 must not tire you." she in terrupted herself. "I will go now," Hetcher was glad she hud snared him thanks. "If her hatred is nrooortinn.'il ovirTt. When nxt Winifred came to town, "Missy, dear child," she said, with affectionate entreaty, "whv is It that vou do not love your father?" "But I do," said the girl, reddening. "At least, I love him, I suppose, just as most irirls love their fathers. She bad no mind to confess that she bad awakened to a strange self knowl edge of htte. Time had been when she was sure that she could never love any she loved her brother; her very ... mrirT ith vou?" ns seu, ..L ,? t..r vou to be out ly. -it w . .. .,.,. , t . .... I .,..,lrl!r nrr iit-n, ....... aione, no urjicvi. il I .lurk, mill ... ' " .ha said. "I am !.. ,..ii,ur turn uauuj uu--"..." old cabin. It is not a place that can In terest you" I.D.i T ...v on wlLQ YUU. Mw pu, turnj o ated. ,, . witt.A mid they wumeu uu ........ . in silence. He hud never y lameness, the witness of the strength to conquer the constraint that oppressor and duvotedness of that allectiou, nuu beld her aloof front the love thut enters so largely Into the dreams of girlhood; but now, to her dismay ana contusion, she perceived that she was capable of u sentiment different altogether from that which she cherished fi her brother. I him in her presence, ami sue i... i ii.- .. t of "making talk." She did not speak until they reached the Old ulioen ui fenco inclosing dwelling. .,.1 ifi.i. I. thu n uce. sue i AIII. i , . , niished opsn the sagging gate umore . and CITY WINDOWS. Throu.Th many an evening, white n'jr spirit cala. V of ..lituda tbao tucy kno WUo dwrlU.0 dinolata bills or bouaeleaa plains, I roam fit atreeu wbara Uuwoua oiu n-h-r- hllsht InacruUbl windows calmly kIuw, . r i.i. n....ri,.,i. nlmuura. as 1 10. Chape ivlerd eunjeur from lbs Ulunilnad lianiw: ... lnyouiknoBito aworous hearts may Uirui . hi.ra mnv irrow auattt! iri.n.mnv.1,aiaiL'ilaiit motlier, pule and still. Ikud In U.fp 'cr !acei , A,i imn, a umr A in by some bed may spill Tuo dead colurleaa drop that leaven no trace to several phllosopuic reflections, such I could tee wid mo two eyes, uivu a an we a upe a MICKEY FINN'S BASS. "Mickey, bav' ye th' wurrumr said Mr. Finn. I hav' a tomnty can full or wurrums TK. ,11.., nor li.r with imiuitience -,,,.1.1 fT..r to assist her. "YoU and Indignation against herself; and if wmj never see all that I see in this poor her long rebellious heart did not yet g,x)t- lha added: " an1 four big grassh,Hpers In a bottle, an' throb with a daughter's tender love, she or)C.and the captain snnM and stepjed vmrmg g n . i i... i.l.'.. via sruia """"" " " nal ut least oegun w unuersiunu u. inHiJe, , - CTickets an' two cockroachos her father's need of sympathy and hi A dense thicket of pltim bushes had '" " ' hlt M vour thun shrinking therefrom, uut or all ims rown up at the Uacit or - uhure I nulled out bis Winifrad could not sneak, and Mrs. ii,. ,lr atnlka of the self sown I aima .--- 4l. Ilerrv forbore to urire her. n,riuil henn occuuied all tho little spuce i , . ,. ,nv. Fat ve hav' - ... i w ' , , . i I nil , ' . ' . John Fletchers position at this time iu front: the lath to trie uroseu uoor enou(f. f i,alt t' catch all th' Bsh In was by no means entirely to his liking. tep was overgrown with rank knot grass joig Valley. Bring all them things iu that had lost its greenness, anu an booui jiero till we nave a iook at vuim. the half fallen unu aoanuoncu nine n lion aucsny uuu urouKiiv ui um wiu .i..,iiin ii.r. brooded a melancholy and boxes into the. kitchen and placed calm, intensified by the fast gathering shadows. I "Tho niRrws say this place Is haunt ed." Missv said, "but I am tiieomy gnosi that flits tbis way. when I am sad. So long as his life hung trembling in the balance, so long as he remained confined to his room, he felt no embarrassment in being the guest of Col. Thorne; in mis fortune ho was "a man and brother," and no shadow chilled tho hospitality hearti ly accorded him; but now that he was on his feet again there was an irksome con sciousness of the chasm across which no cordial hand clasp yet was possible. In a thousand indefinable ways John Fletch er realized the truth of Mr. Scott's ki ment, that he had come too lute for the old times, too soon for the new. The very care with which his host Ignored all topics that could lead to heated dis them on the table they presented quite a formidable array. The crickets wore con fined iu a cigar box, and when ho lifted tho lid to permit his futher to have a irlimrai nt the halt, the crickets iumned I like to come here ollt pon t),0 floor, ftnd the tame crow showed a lik uir lor crickets wmcn ; Li. . , - . cussion gave nuu ua irruuung aense oi . jmy- lust now, being superfluous. it.,- ilt.,.SB pmliirance. her proud re- Christmas was drawing near, the first ,,,1.,-bed John Fletcher more deeply t-nnsimas aiier me war, ana mo norm- C(.,ini nir. An Inlinito ten It A ml an I'mii en d nnw?" John Fletcher t never before bad exhibited. Tho worms 1 1 IS i v " " I . ... it t . ii i i. i.. ...oi. . ,l,.,.iipr minu. nroved to be of the nlirlit walker orucr. 7 Mickey had caught them by the aid of a thy than he dared to show thev crawled throuch the crass . . a r,i ,uta,i- iiuin y . . . . A momeiiia pauro 0f KtuniDV neld tue previous evening. Missy wid, in a light tone, as if sue Tlj0 imhi-bce escaped when little Mike would dismiss the subject: took the cork out of the bottlo, and flow There is no reusom why I should be, auav to tho clover field near by. bald Air. I'inn: Ye may as well pull up one o thlm erner shrank instinctively from 8ending this festival with the Thornes. Dr. Lane however, insisted that his patient could not yet bear the journey to town, ml Col. Thorne, more peremptory than le doctor himself, would not hear of his nest's departure. "I have pledged myself to my aunt and your old friend," he said, "for your perfect recovery. You must allow me the satisfaction of keeping my word." So John Fletcher resigned himself to stay. Thome Hill was not devoid of in terest for an observant stranger, disposed to study the transitional state of southern life. The colonel, Miss Elvira, Mom Beo were all of them representatives of types that must rapidly pass away, And there, too, was Missy, by far the most interest ing study thut Thorne Hill afforded. Very little did John Fletcher see of her; yet it did not escape him that she was, in a certain sense, aloof from her father and her aunt. From his heart be pitied her uneventful days, her isolated life; but ho was far too wise to give any sign of his sympathy, for Winifred, in a way as un mistakable as it was indefinable, had given him to understand that there wus an insurmountable barrier between them, bane poles in the yard an fasten yer line to it. an' so ye'll bo ready for th" nioruln', i n k, ...:.. L 4l, i,JmA .1,' derness took Hjssession of him, as lie 8 - contempluted this child he was morei iiriy next morning, while yet the grass than ten years her senior so ethereal, so 1 was djumonded with dew, little Mike and CHAPTER XXVIII, IN TUK GIAUINO. .""a m novwtii, in unu nuu , hi . , . . , . ,ug together. No man knows l?'"T ,ov.? , !e "d 0 ,,""'lf' R""'K i a year spent for repairs will !,fu'r '"J- .w,l "M, lny ' making his nparunce pre- a uiikee! And ho laughed aloud. . " . 1(1 till, llllub I t... I UH.M.in.. ll'l..: 1 In the dusk, thut evening, Winifred went out to Glory-Ann's house and en treated the old woman tomake the waffles for superj and Mom Bee grumbled: "aukkom thaney can t cook ter suit "Why, Mitisy Miiay! huh you dor Christmas day came, that sad, first Christmas after the war. nnd John Fletcher, who had vainly honed to leave liefore this date, declined to make his apix'arance ut breakfast. The day was not marked by the old time hilarity; thut was over forever. There was no supply of egg nog and gin ger bread, no popping of firs crackers, and tho shout of "Cliris'nius OifT was feeble and infrequent. Missy dispensed few presents privately to surli of the old family negroes as remained in her futher s service, as well as to some few eserters, who had taken advuntace of that day's holiday to visit Thorne Hill. The colonel shut himself ud in his offleo ull tho morning, and Miss Elvira and Winifred went alone to church. John Hetcher remained in his own young to be thus overshadowed by sor row and infirmity. Just now?" he repeated, with a pas sionate wish to comfort her. "But this will mi last! You are so young; life is only bfginning. There is happiness in store for you; lam suro of it!" Even while he spoko he perceived, t . 1 .t.-i. It.!..! Willi a thrill oi giau wonuer, mui mi fred undo a slight involuntary move ment, as if she would draw nearer to him, and on the instant he was by her side. But die had not heard a word he said. She wis gazing intently into the depths of the plum thicket, with panting breath and quick beating heart. "What is that?" she gosiied, in a terrified whisper, and clutched the captain's arm. Do not be frightened," he said, as he laid his hand on hers, which was cold and trembling. "There is nothing here to harm you." There! Do you not see?' she whis pered fcarfullv, "or am I going mud?' And with a stifled scream Winifred Thorne hid her eyes against the Yankee caplaiu s arm. "It is only an old negro," he answered as what had seemed a shadow emerg' from tho thicket and assumed delin. form. "An old negro," Missy repeated, and shivered from head to foot. "Are there, Indeed, such things as ghosts?" But she did not look up until she heard the old, familiar greeting; "Why, Missyl Missy! huh you do?" The voice, the words, electrified her. She abandoned fear; she sprang forward; she seemed to fly to meet the apparition coming along the grass grown path, nnd, stretching out her hands, bIio clasped them over old Gilbert's toil hardened fin gers, wdiile her -crutch fell forgotten on the ground. At last! Oil. at lust!" Her voice rang out upon the twilight stillness, full of an infinite pathos of thanksgiving. Somehow, John Fletcher was not as pleased as he should have been; he felt himself deserted. He picked up the crutch nnd stood irresolute, loth to leave, yet uncertain whether it became him to stay. "Tubbe sho!" old Gillwrt responded, with a chuckle of supreme satisfaction. tlit s me! hn you is dat growed, Missy, en' prutty ez a pink! Lawd love dechile!" "Brer Nicholas? Where is Brer Nich olas?" Missy, ain't Mawse Nicholas here at home?" asked old Gilbert, anxiously. Nol cried Missy, sharply. "Oh, why do you ask that?" "Den. Missy, chile. I dunno whey is Mawse Nicholas," said the old man, slow ly and sorrowfully. Missy s head drooped; her slight form swayed like a reed. Capt Fletcher sprang forward and saved her from falling. "Why, I 'lowed you wuz mawster." .said old Gilbert, bewildered; "en', praise room: it was his nuruose tn mniin there all duv. but in the afternoon i l,e glory I do bullieve vou sho ly s jiawse uin ral r letclier, in de Fed ral army Glory -An n brought him a lit tie note from Missy. I know why you staved awav from breakfast, she wrote; "it was kindly 'That's my name, but not my rank," the captain replied, as lie placed Wini- woman's way of sponging, overhauling y,,u ,u'r,1' Ml8-X? 1 ('ar u'r ' , meant, but you nro our guest, and vou 'red on the doorstep. and retrimming they might get a useful ' ! "K"1" " of a suddin ." ,mist ,je .it, us- u wiu )ot bo ! "Thank you; I wasn't going to fall,' object lesson from it. New York Star. '? n i, sue never couia make but you will know how to i.nr,l,.n th Mud she, with averted head. ..... -...1 .1 . .. " t T.I l.M . I i. iosence or gayety. I uoim rieicoer icn snuouca decidedly; John Hetcher w as three and thirty: he "l 1,6 U1U not "ko to leave mifred, thought lie had outgrown all sentimental tl,miKh she ignored his presence or A Man of II It Ward. Wilson Philson is a man who keeps his word, whatever elso may be said of him. Bilson Do yon find hint go? Wilson Yes; he borrowed five dollars from me a year ago, and he said he'd never forget my kindness. Bilson And he hasn't? Wilson No; every time he wants to borrow money be comes to me. Har per's Bazar. waffles equal to yours, Mom Bee," coaxed Missy. "And Capt. Fletcher is down stairs today for the first lime; don't von know he will lie tired and hungry?" "You is done put yo' wah fet dins Inter yo' pocket, is you?" said Glory-Ann. Glory-Ann was keeping her vigilant eyes very wide oicn at this time. In deed, Miss Winifred Thome's trol,hl.i foolishness, but he put Winifred's note carefully away; it was his only Christmas present! And of course ho accepted the invitation. The dinner was not gay; an inevitable Nothing delights the average English man more tlmu to lie a member of a so ciety with a long and involved name, Iu fftct odeties such as "The Society for j kee should lose his heart lo Missy, that the Better Promotion of Relaxation from I ouldu't so much matter; serve him attitude toward the Yankee captain pro- ! K,m r constraint brooded over the com vokeu surmise on all sides. The situa tion wim freely discussed by Mrs, Leon ard Thorne, who, of course, avoided Thome Hill, but who was therefore tho jflener at Mrs. Herry'a. "It's a dreadful state of things," she said, with complacency. "If that YaiP Business Care and Enjoyment During Luncheon Hours in the Municipality of London" grow in strength and influence, Mrs. Livermore says that her husUnd Is a Republican while she is a Prohibi tionist; he is a protectionist and she a free trader; he has a pew in one church, she In another; be has one doctor, she another; and yet they are happy and harmonious and never dream of auar.-al-ing. f rom latest accounts it does not seem that Halton Lake is dinappearimr very fast, says the Yuma Stniintl. Samuel F. Webb went as far as Alamo Mocho a lew days aifo, and on his rvturn stated that there was a si nam of aater, car rying at leant 10.OW) Inches, running toward the taltoo basin. ight I'm thinking; but suppose Mley hould take . fancy to him?" "It isn't supportable!" cried Bess, hotly. "Yes, it is suppowble," Mrs. Leonard Insisted, with obstinaiii calm. "There is no saying what Winifred Thorne may or may not do. She always was head wrong, you know; and she wouldn't care for her father's consent." "I am not so suro, as to that." Mrs. Uerry objected, charitably. "She al ways pays her father the moat respectf ul deference." "I'm glad you give it the right name!" said Mrs. Thorne, with a chilly little laugh. "We cant say she loves her father, as you've seen for yourself Cousin Myrtilla." . Mrj. Uvrrjr had seen, it andsorrowed puny and made the meal a penance, and each one was secretly glad to quit the table. When the sun had gone down Wini fred left Miss Elvira making up her ac count with Bishop Ken. and went out for a walk. The air was chill and light clouds olwcured the sky, but Winifred feared rather she was oblivious of him "It was on this very top step," she said to old Gilbert, reproachfully, "that you promised to keep track of Brer Nicholas, and now you do not know where he is." "Honey," returned old Gilbert, mildly, "what kin a po' ole no 'count nigger do in de stir o' de nations? I don' my top bes' ter keep Mawse Nick outen de wah, but he wus jes' dat heady, go he would" "Of course," said Missy, proudly. "I tol' him he wuz gwan git hisse'f allot ter pieces, foolin' 'long o' dat wah, v..o .ir nor me garner- but be ain't pay no 'tention: en' I fol mg gloom. itreJ hilUi e. j wiJ him w,ien JohnHetchersawherasshewentacrose he wuz faerlv riddled wid bullets." . the yard, under the leafless China trees. Missy covered her face with her hands and an Impulse for which he did not seek and turned away from Capt. Fletcher to account urged him to follow. Where- with a shudder fore should he, because of a war that was The movement might have been in oyer, be forever an alien? She had sent voluntary, but it was impossible to mis hnu the invitation to dinner; rather would understand it. John Fletcher gave the he have fasted; but because she had crutch to old Gilbert and went awav; asked it he did violence to his feelings: but he could not go fast enough to avoid H was too much to expect him to do vio- hearing old Gilberts comment: irm-e 10 ins reeungs a secona lime in one day, and he followed her. With swift1 strides he overtook her just as she reached ' the gate that led into the lane. "Allow me " he said, as he stepped forward to open it. sue turned and looked at him; a sud- 1 TO SI CONTDdSD.f den blush swept tliaiikedjum. over his face as she after him It Is asserted that Chsnncey Pepew had .(XAI American infanta nunnl his father started up the Old Point road. Mickey was heavily freighted. Bo car ried ou one arm a large market baskot. which contained two cigar boxes and varl ous bottles, containing bait, both solid and liquid. The latter was for his father's exclusive use. One of the cigar boxes was filled with a varied assortment of nsu iug tackle, including a number of rusty screws for sinkers, codfish hooks stuck into a cork, an old chalk Hue, five soda water bottlo corks and a number of other articles which tho boy iu his ignorance deemed necessary for bailing iu a country brook. After leaving tho Old Point road the way led down a little Iunewnere a brown thrush sang a solo In a tree and a golden oriolo flitted across tho luno and uttered liquid uotcs. Under the tree where the oriolo sang in a field filled with cocks of now mown nay there bubbled a little spring. The water camo up through the sand at the bottom of the spring and shifted it like drops of quicksilver. Ly ing down at full length the fishermen put their mouths down to this living spring and drank deep draughts. Twas nature's own champagne. There was life In the water. Tho sun had kissed the spring and the sweet scent of hay stole iuto it. Somehow Mickey didn't appreciate the water as much as his father did. He said he would rather have a glass of root beer any time. v When the brook was reached the sun had gained its meridian, but its rays could not penetrate the dense foliage on the banks overlooking the water. In these cool pools swam sunfish with golden scales, and brook bass winch resembled bars of burnished silver as they flashed their gleaming sides in the sunlight. Mickey was so eager to drop the line in tho water that ho could scarcely put a worm on his hook. At last the tackle was all ready, when a six inch trout, look ing almost translucent In the clear water, came swimming up the' stream. It stop ped almost opposite where the boy stood, azlly fanning its dorsal and ventral fins. Said Mickey, with parted lips and bated breath: "Keep still, dadl Wait till you see me haul 'im out!" Slowly the hook Bank beneath the sur face, and the worm in all its squirming, juicy plumpness rested ,on the sand be fore the nose of the trout. The two held their breath and awaited developments. 1 uo trout slowly backod away from the worm for a distance of one foot, then it moved forward and smelt of the bait. There was a moment of intense suspense, and Mickey's polo shook as though it had tho palsy. Then the trout darted like a beam of sunshine into a shadowy place beneath the bank. Mickey's disappoint ment was great, but ho choked it down, and said with almost a sob in his voice: "Dad, I almost had 'im!" "Yes," replied his father: "but vou didn't have any salt on his tall that tune, mo lad; thry agin." ihen Mickey s father lay down upon the grass on tho banks of the stream and went to sleep. Ho had just entered the bor ders of dreamland when he was awakened by a shout which echoed like a fire alarm iu the valley. Ho sat up and listened. Again bo heard tho shout and distin guished these words: "Uud, lgota bite!" Mickey's father plunged Into the under brush and forced bis way through the overhanging branches of the trees to the place where the sound came from. He bad not gone twenty feet, however, be fore" a cry so jubilant, so full of triumph, bo instinct with tho passion of possession, came to bim that he knew at onco some thing important hod occurred. Looking through tho aisles of tho wood he saw Mickey lytog upon tho trunk of a big tree which projected ont over the s??caui. la order to maintain his position ho had to bang ou with one hand and with'tho other be held bis rod. Again he cried in agi tated tones: "Golly, dad, my dobber's under." "Pull np, sonny! Pull up!" Mickey did pull up, and dangling from the end of his lino was a brook oass about five inches long. But Mickey was In such a position that he could not land his fish. And so he hugged the tree and palpitated and perspired and managed to lift the fish just so for out of the water that its tail touched the swirling current. The picture was such a pleasing one to Mktev's father that he stood bidden by the foliage and watched his boy's dilemma for at least two minutes before he went to the rescue. Then be slid down the bank and held Mickey so that he could land the fish himself, which hoTe would I bundje, jit ss the twlftfit was coming on little Mike landed en eel as large as a Ell pencil. lie Insisted on taking it ! .7.. .n!t of his fathers protests. When they left the stream the total catch for tho day amounted to one five inch brook bass, one small eel and a little mud turtle, which Mlckev Intended to add to his menagerie. He said he had hopes of "Tachlu" th" mud turkle to do thvion they arrived at bourn the brook bast was taken inim iniem- . The scales were baked uixm It. But i.,t..r his mother's skillful direction, and , lieln of his father sold razor. f i.. mules were removed from the lish tl,' washstand in tho back yard. After the head had been removed and tho tall cut off ve7 llttlo of the fish ro n,uinm!. But Mrs. Finn said she didn't .w. for fish, and so she prepared tho fry. Imrpan to receive what was left of the bniok bass for her son. In the meantime the billy goat had been wandering around tho back yard in an in quisitivo way. As this animal bad never shown any desiro for fish, Mlckev paid no at tent ion to the goat. The Bsh lay iirwm a nlato near to the kitchen door, and little Miko stepped insldo to got some holt with which to sprinkle the tooth some delicacy. When lie came out with the salt cellur lu his hand tho fish was gone me piaie reinaiiieu, uunuior, uu little Miko looked under the bench and around the corner of tho shanty. Then he went tnsldo and asked bis mother if bIio had seen anything of the fish. Mrs. Finn replied that she had not, sud her motherly soul yearned over the bov as she saw the tears in nis eyes. Then a thouirht suddenly came to Mrs. Finn. Leading her sou to tho door she pointed with the Index finger of her right tiuud to the billy goui, wno was quieuy assimilating an Imitation tomato from the outsido of a tomato can. Leaning over her boy she whiscrcd in his ear: 'Me darlint, if yell git th' sx an split open that billy ye'll Hud your little fish Insido lv him. Th' baste!" Evening Sun. Editor I)n In Ills Office. The editor's work day begins about 11 o'clock. His routine does not differ srcatly from that of any other Now York editor-in-chier, except, tnai; ue nas, per haps, a more close sujiervislou of his edi torial page. It is very seldom thut any thing Is printed there which ho docs not first carefully read. Ho is also a careful render of nowsnuDcrs, and he clips a trrcut deal of tho miscellany that is used in the Sun. He does not write much with his pen, but dictates editorials to his Bteuo graphcr. Although he does uot leave the olliio before 5 o'clock, ho is not now a hard worker. He is systematic and ac compllshes a great deal, but it is not a 'grind. His workshop Is on tho north west corner of tho building, on the third iKir. One enters it after passing across one corner of the "city room whom re porters and editors are assembled In rather miscellaneous manner thence through the library, and so into the pres ence of "the chief," as tho boys call him His room Is not large and certainly not luxurious. Aside from its occupant, the first thing which will attract the visitor s notice is the famous owl, which perches upon a high revolving book case facing the door. Hon. Thomas C. Acton is the owner of the owl. in the middle of tho room is a largo desk, and lu one comer is a small round table where Mr. Dana sits. It is regarded as an evidence of tho eccentricity which people are bound to credit bim with, thut Mr. Dana leaves his nice large desk and sits at the little round table, but as a mat ter of fact it is a simple question of light. Mr. Dana's eyes have never been strong, and he can sue much better iu this corner near the window than in the middle of the room. The big desk Is too large- to go into the comer. A largo portruit of Marshall O. Roberts hangs ubove the table.' There are also in the sanctum an engraving of Abraham Lincoln, a picture of Judge Samuel Blatchford, a medallion of Ben Butler and a fine photograph of Horace Urecloy. It is said that this pho tograph was "stolen," or, In other words, that the camera was trained upon Mr. Greeley in an unguarded moment. At any rate, It represents him in an attitude of deep abstraction, with his overcoat collar turned inward. Thero is a veined Into morblo mantelpiece in tho room hick is loaded with bric-a-brac, includ ing some curious old candlesticks. There are also three choirs, a lounge and an other table. Mr. Dona receives callers pleasantly, if be receives them at all Probably lie is no more inaccessible than other men in bis position. Certainly a vast and in congruous multitude como to see him in the course of a year. Now York Letter. An Interesting Queitlon. I have noticed that there 13 a differenco in the bearing of people in general in the different bcosous of the year. Thero aro men who walk erectly and who hold their beads high in the winter. Tuko these same men iu the summer, and there is a very perceptible droop to their shoulders ana an inclination of the head, forward. In the wintor this dofect in the; carriurro will have been remedied, and they will walk as straight as ever. I have studied the matter with much interest,' but whether it is due to a general loss of stamina from the system, bv reason of the neat, or whether It la a natural instinct 01 the man to protect himself, bis face and eyes, by leaning forward, I have not de termined. It may be due to both causes, or may not be causes at all. At the least it is an Interesting question. William McNamee in Globe-Democrat. A ramlu..,,,,,. Anowlimr an, t ...v viKiiujaanih - 'Aa c" 'are and maturi fy ground to tl , .. .?"'' theno V' K, uei from the -r.,Vl,i-illations to th. Ki?1'' TU, Trade was tottpil'n KloryolKrsnceSt wheWdontheS1 corrupt noWlityC?,Si. tat. Lit.l, Ja.dl famine, and the nZ ones broke out inJ''- uoded no good to wW" Pets. The '' V! reached the p. h.)' " .""jews, lbs nlj wanted. wun, "They are crvin.lo, cannot gt,.,wg they cannot bo, k inured the dmL Q..een,whydo,b is cheap enough?" " This answer wMttrririi. and a derive cheer humrrv nmmA ... 01 1 IaxoVrfthr starving swelled littl, wasrau-ed, " Dotn the baker's wife!" hungry as they wHe, oancepf tho nfckna, V XVI. and Mane Antoiiwu; to the Parisian m.bi.tt.ui baker's wife, and tb. swer of the Queen thnfr were starving wstrewttu guillotine hud severed the i. the house of Capet Iron, tu Ltttie more than om later another cry is heard f America. It is not i m fc, bread, but of quality. Emtr Jt teration is common inn j and especially that and alum are nsedtoidjl. in puwuers Dy me perj,8i manufacturers. Man. St.,.. gent laws on food ulnltm'i fail to check the evil. its. creaBe. The last rerjnitolik. . Food Commissioner M vl' 47 per cent, or nearly ball i preparations submitted tobia4 ination were adulterated, j Sometimes the adnltmnt. J found harmless, and in tbw t purchaser would be onl;nt. .11 iimny iht.ilicea rim iounu in articles of stithIik tion. A Inrge nereentneafw. tables, such as neaa anir. were found to contain miw ureen color, and smimherollii ders had lieea doctored titbi to give an artificial Uvsui; and so permit olcsrrtiuf matter. In these cam for onlv fraud, bat danger to & health. In view of the failure !- isting laws the recent UnMfcf or n ment report rearairMninif if a I ii tar tn ovarii fit a la ssn-i J w sun 1 1 vivij umbw in. a manufacturers of all fcod v to print on every label i Ik Ingredients the article toox irnpfl atrfliirht tn thn mint It? F. 19"- l necessary to wait for the Iff: j act; Boards of Health ol thet1 can take this matter up i: - thorough examination of il preparations and expwtoeki urers as are found adtiltmiT ' food, and so protect the public. ( I A rrofraslonol Opinion. Young Mother (whose baby has been weighed by the butcher) And bow much does the uttlo fellow weigh, Mr. Hull' winkle? Butcher Twenty pounds, mum. Young Mother Isn't he a splendid specimen Butcher (dubiously well, from my p'int of view, mum. he runs too much to suet. 3iew Yorrt World. It IVu Slow Climbing. Young Lady Tourist (to mountain guide) Do you ninke a good living at your business? Guide Yes, miss. Why shouldn't I? Young Lady I funded you might And it uphill work. Harper's Bazar. A Old City. Little Brother Is Hoston an old city f Little Sister (who tins been there) 'Deed It is. Why, the streets is bent 'most double with age. New York was accom plished In a very careful manner for fear , Weekly. mat ii might, escape, cut when it lay j upon the grass and gasped for its native ; Queen Victoria now rules a popula- riement there was no touch of pity In "'.WIO.OOO- greater number Mickey's heart; only a look of triumph in I 01 People than ever acknowledged the his eyes, only an itching of the fingers j sovereignty of any one other person in until he could clasp his prize. For fear , either ancient or mmWn rimmi inai me nsn might get away Mickey put It in his trousers pocket, where it re mained securely for five hours. What a day that was! crammed full of joy. In the afternoon, when the sun shone down upon the meadow with its lervent heat, Mickey made several excur sions after grasshoppers, for he found that the fish refused to take worms, and his grubs had long since been exhausted. Mr. linn did not fish himself, but sat 1 upon the bank of Hie stream smoking bis Oh, that alternate ebb and flow of the spirits I It is a disease, and, what is most distressing, it is no real change; It Is more sickeningly monotonous than absolute stagnation itself. Chloride of ethyl a colorless liquid of agreeable odon has been found to be an excellent rcfritf rant and has pipe and contemplating the beauties of , eeo Quito useful Id cases of sciatica, nature. Ue alsq gave expression during neuralgia and toothache, Hum Heat u Tniajt My first Impression of buri an article oi diet was um have suffered no lianu haJr-i ter. Subsequent eipeneat & struted that leanness i m characteristic with it It '' color than beef, and ofit'j coniing nearer to game It v- fuct. at a dinner given Dj i, astio hippophogist in lotui all the meats were hose''; dressings. I sampled it as bear meat, and foundtbt phitisiblo; and I have bar, Informed that at uianjrw; rants horse flesh ii actual;;"t venison, so my experienw'. be even wider tlwn !"'. any rate the choice betwas; steaks of The Honest to ') the so called beefsteak , uiinl mstniiraiitsisuioreott and custom that of actnl8. fred Trumble in.Newlortv. Correcting Chlldm It Is told of Dr. John PW'! early in this century. u ; he was preaching a ponP; gnllery began to fret nine no. . turned around and sw . dent irritation, "Take W 1 -take that child proceeded with lib j another time, perceiving chievous tendencies In !.. n w near t i s Billing i" " I" . i:tV stopped abruptly In j'" " J ...nMmiiinr at the ssiu l.n.wi toward the Globe-Democrat An iw" .1 ' My Ideal typewn m y less one which combined the three, hiked iu o .rand co It its own paper present price. . i.i. .niileniuia in wim hid , . jv l,,t.(J' i.mf pr vou eiui" chine that writes on J , manuscript Is more uw J ten work. Emily A- York Epoch - Dldnt K l "What Is the mttr' worried." ln "lam. It'stooV5; roees have just com '"f fnr Jack.' and 1 are from the JaI "'"W -A 1 Miss Crabtiw-S chased for $X Mia Giltman cost f 10. Mi: cording to ia. xoi th. BID;;vrc' Miss B. trillion - t abould think yn0 'T' ' ffa Slr.C-Y-.".. mis": v
