and
DAY BY DAY.
BY HU3AN COOI.IDGE.
If I were told that I must die to-morrow
Thut the next sun
whiMi Qtntrs should hear me past all fear
sorrow.
For any one
All the ficht. loueht, ad all the short Jour
ney through,
What should I do?
Ido not think that I should shrink or falter,
But Just go on.
Doing my work, nor chttnge nor seek to alter
Aucht that Is gone:
But rise, and move, and love, and smile and
pray
For one moro day.
And lying down at night, for a last sleeping,
Say in tti-t cur
Which barkens ever, "Lord, within thy keep
ing How should I fVnr?
And when to-morrow bsiug Thee nearer still,
Do Thou Thy will."
I miyht notslep f iraw; but i eaceful, tender,
My .soul wouid lie
All night. long; and when the morning splen
dor Flashed o'er the sky,
I think that I could Minle cu;d calmly say,
It is Bis day."
"It won't last of course it won't last '
he said to Thorn gruflly; "but Stanwood's
down for a day or so yet. she says, and I
suppose she's better than nobody. Keep
your eye on her though, Thorn;' and I've
spoken to Mason, she s a stranger, vou
know, and' there's a sight of things lying
Thorn laughed, but gave a half-dig
gusted look at the captious.old man.
L II stake my next ten years' salary
tuat aliss santwood is a lady, ' he said
quietly.
EDITH'S' ENGAGE31ENT MSG.
BY MARY HEED CROWELL.
Mr. Cyrus Sj'inington, of Symington &
St. Humblethwaite, jewelers and deal
ers in fine watches, diamonds and
precious stones, was in an exceptionally
bad humor, desinte the beauty of the
day that gave more than fair promise of
a good share of Custom.
Mr. Symington walked up and down
ihe tore an immense, elegant place,
with rows of plate-glass on bronze ped- For a lady."
estals, and shelf after shelf laden with l' Symington smiled very knowingly,
bijous of statuary and bronzes a short, "All right. If you can't suit yourself
portly man, wi'th a sandv beard all liere Jon won't this side of the Atlantic.
around his full, red face, and a big, bald lvea specially choice lot of unset soli
placeat the crown of his head; not the mires, lur. jenair, tnat i am reserving
f 1 1 1 1 i -r .
All right, sir. Just be so ennd ns fn
. . . O J
step this way. Did I understand you
crown setting or antique?"
Mr. Symington was all smiles and gra-
uiuusuu&s, uiui ruuucu nis nands in
delightful, busmess-like jocularity, as
he led the way to his special department
over -which he always presided the
valuable diamond rings.
Mr. Boscoe Bellair walked leisurely
along after him a handsome grave-faced
gentleman of thirty-five, with tawny hair
and moustache, and eyes that were as
outlooking, and honest, and wholehearted
as a child's a gentleman whom society
had acknowledged one of its choicest
favorites, by royal right of his high so
cial positiou, hisjiersonal attractions, his
immense wealth just such a man as Mr.
Symington delighted to honor.
Mr. Bellair took a seat beside the cas
kets of glittering stones, and ran them
over with the eye of a connoisseur.
"I want a solitaire, Symington some-
A JSd. 1 with a crown
thine:
setting.
most prepossessing looking man in the
world, or as regarded temper, either, as
his employes might have testified.
"Do you know anything about Sant
wood this morning why he isn't here ?"
ho asked, gruflly, of one of Sant wood's
fellow-clerks.
"I don't know, sir. He was all right
when he went home on Saturday
frown on the young man
" I am not aware that I asked
for just such orders, particularly suited
for lady's rings engagement rings, and
the like. Just let me show them to you."
He trotted off to the safe a few yards
away, and Mr. Bellair tried on ring after
ring, then leaned back in his chair, and
took a leisurely look around him, to see
at the next show-case, the very lovliest
girl he had ever seen in his life, showing
Mr. Symington gave an annihilating silver tii mi bles to a shy half -grown miss.
w.- . i rii i it i -t
j.uen Symington came, oustnng back,
red in the face, but beaming all over.
"Here they are, Mr. Bellair perfect
beauties, that will make a lady s eyes
slime to look at. What do you think of
thai, sir?"
Mr. Bellair thought enough to select a
head book-keeper was magnificent stone, and the style of set
ting.
"And what size?" Mr. Symington want
ed to know, suavely.
Bellair laughed.
"upon my word 1 don't know how
we 11 manage it. The ring is to be a sur
prise. I think the young lady over yon
der was about the same size as the lady
who will wear the ring.
He indicated Edith, still showing the
silver thimbles.
"Very good!" Mr. Svmington said.
for any
outside information," he said harshly.
" Santwood's condition on Saturday
is of no consequence to mo. I want to
know where he is this morning."
He went fuming along to his private
office, where tho
waiting for him.
"Santwood is sick this morning, sir,
and will not be here; but has sent his
cousin to take his' place, with your per
mission. Miss Edith Santwood, is out
side there to see you."
Mr Symington looked at his book
keeper with a frown of surprise.
" Miss Edith Santwood! Miss! What
the deuce does he mean sending a wo
man here to do his work?"
" Ho glared at the unoffending man
ics, go ahead! . Thorn, telegraph for a
policeman and a woman from the station.
We'll search the young thief-"
A cry came from Edith's lips at the
horrible, horrible word.
"Oh, don't say such a thing of me of
me! Why I must be dreaming! It must
be some awful nightmare I am suffering!
They accuse me me, mother's little
Edith of stealing a diamond ring?"
And just as she fell in a merciful
swoon on the office floor, Mr. Bellaire
came walking through the store into the
private ofiice.
"Look here, Symington the result of
an attack of absence of mind! I actually
wore off' one of your cluster Why
what's the matter?"
For as he walked into the room, talk
ing, and laughingly removing a mag
nifiicent cluster-ring from his finger the
ring for which Edith Santwood lay white
and aeathless like a perfect statue of
ivory he saw her on the sofa, where Mr.
Thorn had laid her.
A livid sort of paleness spread over
Mr. Symington's florid face, and he
uttered a little unintelligible exclamation
that Bellair instantly correctly translated.
"Good gracious! you don't tell me you
suspected her? I hurried back with the
ring i so unconsciously carried oil, but
1 didn't think I should come to see this.
It is an outrage, Symington, couldn't
you see the girl was a perfect lady? Sy-
monton, 1 wouldn't have thought this of
you r
His voice was sharp and cold, and he
bent to feel the faintly returning pulse
in Edith's round white wrist.
' 'TT... K.l T "1. - n T-J i j
nun uui x hJiuw: one a si stranger.
"That is no excuse: I wouldn't have
believed it of you, Miss Edith :'' and ho
bowed almost reverentljas she opened
her wondering eves, "you are feeling
better I think? Mv carriage is at tho
door. You will allow to me take you
home? My name is Boscoe Bellair."
She rose, almost staggeringly, a wild
lorror coming back to her eyes as she re
membered.
"He thinks I
him 1 am not
don't you, sir?"
Bellair sent Symin
glance.
"i certainly would implicitly believe
your word, even if I did not have ample
evidences oi the truth of it. I am the
sinner, Miss Edith. I wore the
A Scandalous Do
Once upon a time there lived in the
city of New York a wealthy old gentle
man who had a wayward son. The young
man liked to run with the boys, and man
aged to use up considerable of tho old
gentleman's substance for wine suppers,
fast teams and other unholy dissipations.
Consequently, tins young man was
always in debt, constantly in need of
ready cash, and continually making
requisitions on his governor's exchequer.
At last the old gentleman took a tum
ble, whatever that may mean; but the
young man, in describing the course his
father had concluded to pursue, re
marked to a friend that the old man had
taken a tumble. The said tumble con
sisted in his notifying his son and heir
that from that on and henceforth no
more cash for any funny business, and
the old fellow was as good as his word.
Down in his heart of hearts the young
man was grievous sore, but he assumed
a smile though he felt it not, and made
earnest pi otestations of reform. Mean
while he kept on running with the boys
on tick. Tick is one of those things that
has a limit, and one day the wayward
son found himself at the end of his rope,
so to speak, and at his wits' end for
funds to keep up his end with the other
boys, and after canvassing the matter in
his mind and assuring himself that the old
gentleman was inexorable and no coin
could be squeezed out of him on a square
proposition, he hit upon a happy ex
pedient. Entering the paternal presence
and assuming a look of business, he
said:
"Father, have you read about that
man over in Brooklyn that can teach
dogs to talk?"
If the old man had been in his halcyon
days of his .youth, he would probably
have said, "Whatyergivinus?" but being
the father of a family, he said, "What
sort of a nonsense are vou talking about
now?"
edge of the boat auct pushed him over
board. Dead dogs tell no tales."
"The judgment of the court is that the
murder is justifiable and strictly in self
defense," said the old man; and he gaye
the protector of the family honor another
fifty, and suggested that it might be just
as well to tell the folks that Tige died in
a fit, and notvto mention anything about
his conversational powers. Virginia
City Enterprise..
True Love
Among
Anlhors.
In 1811, at tho age of 25, Guizot mar
ried Mile, de Meulan, who was his senior
by a good many years. She was a woman
of good birth, and well known as a writer.
He accidentally heard that she was in
distress, and although they had nejpr
mot, he could not resist the impulse to
help her by writing articles for her in a
journal to which they both contributed.
The relation thus formed ripened into
friendship, and after some time " he
wrote to tell her all that she had become
to him." She associated herself with all
his plans, and her sympathy was not only
a source of profound happiness, but an
incessant stimulus to work. In 1S27
Mine. Guizot died, and lor a time her
husband was inconsolable. Ultimately,
lioweter, he married her niece, to whom
ho was as devoted as he had been to his
first wife. Even her best friends can
hardly call to mind or separate
the details of her individual life, it
was henceforth so entirely absorbed
in that of her husband. She worked
for him, observed for him, read and
talked only for him. After five years of
happiness she also died, and was followed
by the only son of the first Mme. Guizot,
an amiable and clever youth, who was
beginning to be of essential service to his
father. Guizot felt these successive
blows keenly, and their influence on his
modes of thought may be seen in numer
ous references to the more somber and
mysterious aspects of human life. But
they did not diminish the ardor with
E took the ring. Oh, tell hopeful; I've seen the thing myself, and h S0Sht to promote what seemed
a thief! You believe me I didn't know but what it might be a tQ the interests of Ins cotmtry, nor
u ui iuuj prutm mm irom mmiug u uou
tinually increasing pleasure in the de
velopment of his three children.
igton
an
indignant
ring
away, inadvertently, and have just re
turned it."
And Edith sauk down upon the sofa,
crying such blind, relieving tears, that,
if ever Mr. Symington felt uncomfortable
in his life, it was then.
good idea to take old Tige and have him
taught. A talking dog would be a cheer
ful thing to have about the house and
would make lots of amusement for the
children."
My son, returned the father sol
emnly, "I'm an old man, and have seen
a powerful sight of the world, and I tell
you this is an age of humbug."
"That's all right, father' but isn't it
likewise an age of progress? Look at
the locomotive, and the telephone and
the Atlantic cable, and the patent what
doyoueallem, and all those other
Brushing Away Gossip.
Six months afterward Edith Santwood
showed a lovely cluster-diamond ring to
her gentle little mother, with her dark
eyes lull ot happy tears, her lovely
cheeks flushing like a wild rose.
Boscoe insisted upon having the
identical ring, mamma that is. the same
they didn't know about in the davs of
the revolutionary fathfers."
i
Certainly, certainly my son; glad to
see you showing such knowledge of the
world's progress. And do you really
think the man can teach dogs to talk ?
" Sure pop! But it don't cost a cent if
it's a failure. The Professor savs he
Ecv. Rowland Hill was a zealous
though eccentric clergyman. He had a
large fund of humor, and frequently
drew upon it, in order to "point a moral
or adorn a tale." On one occasion,
while visiting a friend in the con l try,
the conversation degenerated into idle
gossip, and the characters of several
things friends and acquaintances were severely
" Can't say, sir, carelessly. '
certainly has sent the young lady,
as though he had been guilty of high "Buun, relieve Miss Santwood. Miss
treason. bantwood this way a moment. Just let
He me see your hand hold it up."
and And almost boforo Edith knew what
you will find her waiting to see you out- she was wanted for, she found herself in
side. That's all I know about it." side the little sacred place of diamonds,
And, as Mr. Thorn was the one man with lioscoo Bellair's handsome blue
in Symington & St. Huinblethwaite's em- eyes looking at her fair face, and Mr.
Xloy whom the senior partner never sue- Symington fitting a ring on her tapering
ceeded in bullying, Mr. bymmgton went torehngor.
stones reset to fitme. He says nothing !i'f u-nnf mnnn ;f , a i, .I---
'v ij i liliil: ii u iii ii in r . i rv i.i i.Li i u i it l.iiiivi'i
w s
i M 1 1 rm i
sation witn anvooav. ne terms are
over and
pay the ou in advance. It at the end of
is
un, mamma.
I am so happy!"
ence
And, although it was a terrible experi- just these: You take tho dog
ice, yet Boscoo Bellair s betrothed pay the S50 in advance. If at 1
never regretted the
mond
episode of the dia-
grumblingly awav, while Mr. Thorn re-
turned to his books.
The irate old gentleman certainly was
not the most reassuring of mortals, as he
went down the aisle toward Edith Sant
wood standing beside the end of a bronze
and xlate glass show-case a girl fair as
a lily-white roseleaf , shining black eyes,
that were looking eagerly at him with
almost a fearful appn hension in their
beautiful depths, with waving, jet black
hair parted over her low, broad fore
head, and banded, in exquisitely becom
ing simplicity under tho little, cardinal
lined, cottage straw hat a lady refined
and delicate, but wearing the unmis
takable air of frugality that was almost
poverty.
Somehow, a large portion of Mr. Sym
ington's surplus spleen evaporated as he
saw noi. and the bewitching dimple then she
"So you are Santwood's cousin eh, passed out, and back to the silver thimble
ma'am? A substitute, I understand?" buyer, with a strange fluttering of the
Edith bowed, and smiled slightly, heart that she had never experienced be-
showing a distracting dimple. fore, and an impression leit upon her of
"I am Claude Santwood's cousin the handsomest face, the kindlies eye she
Edith, sir. He boards with mamma and ever had seen in her quiet homely iife-
mc. and is unable to come, and ven a sensation and an impression that were
much worried about it for it is the bus- strongly upon her, when, as she stood
season, he saj-s. Mamma said I might putting on her gloves as she was about
1 suppose tiiat's the finger, sir." he
said knowingly.
Bellair laughed.
uo aneaii, Symington; i nope you
won t be far out of the way. Yes, that's
a perfect fit, and very handsome," he
said, as, in his courteous, grave way, he
looked at the fair, aristocratic hand,
with its slender fingers, pink nails, and
dimpled wrist.
That will do," Mr. Symington said,
as he removed the costlv ring from
Edith's hand, "you may go back."
As she passed with her eyes bent down
Mr. Belaire spoke to her, m a tone that
made her lift them suddenly, flashing all
their glory full upon him.
"Allow mo to thank you very much."
A faint, gratified little flush a little
smile, that just suggested the white teeth
a week the dog can t talk, vou get your
vmS' ' S50 back acnin! but if lin ran tnlk vrm
i pay bol) more, mukiiifr an evp.n hiindrnrl
'1HE Tomato. It is a popular fallacy -for the lessons." '
that the luscious and health-preserving "Well.it would be odd to have old
tomato nas its origin as an article ol lood Tige talking around the house, and I
X I - I 11 I T 1 T I
there is guess we 11 try the tinner, anvhow. Yon
. oj j -
this afternoon if
in tins country. But while
1 1 T o -l
some reason to neneve it was touuil in
South America, it was evidently culti
vated centuries ago in Mexico and Peru.
Dodoens. the Netherland herbalist, men
tions the tomato as early as 1853 as a
vegetable to be eaten with pepper, salt
and oil. It belongs to the nightshade
family, and was used in cooking by the
Malays more than a century and a half
since, it is extensively raised in south
ern Italy, and employed there as an ac
companiment to nearly every dish,
particularly mac.ironi. But neither
dog over
" -",0 xo Tlge was t0 be br0Ugufc home,
commonly eaten, as it is here, sepa- YOung man took the other fifty
rately and in large quantities. In Eng- trusting parent. That evening
mim iu k 01iaimBiy pyuuLUi , iuqiuimK bome without the (
a
not-beu in the spring and in conse-
queuce higli priced. The Italians
formerly called it golden apple, and now
love apple, as it was formerly designated
in this country. The appearance of the
tomato on the table has greatly increased
in Europe within a few years; but in no
land is it a regular dish much as it is
used for sauce abroad as in the United
States, where it is also picked, preserved
and confected.
take his place if you would permit it.
Claude has explained all the duties to
me, and I am very sure 1 can perform
them."
Nobody has ever known crusty old
go home in the evening. Mr. bvnnng-
tn
1 J T II i
ton stepped up to her, with a curious
look on his face, that sent her vaguely
delicious sensations instantly adrift.
wnero is tne cluster diamond ring
Symington to listen to sucn a lengtuy you stoie irom tne tray while you were
answer before; but he actually did, only in my department to-lay.
he frowned and twisted his beard.
"I never heard of such a thing," he
said grulily. "Santwood's duties are easy
enough for that matter, for any woman
to do. He has to fly around lively some
times. But why it is a ridiculous idea
to send you here to take his
What possessed him?"
Not that he wanted to know, or cared
if he had known.
Edith blushed.
"We are poor,
wages should stop
"Oh, yes, I dare say!
She looked at him as if she considered
him suddenly bereft of his senses.
" The ring stole from you?"
"Just so. If you 11 hand it over I'll
say nothing about it, only you needn't
come back to-morrow. Your best policy
place, is to admit the theit and give it up.
1 he color began to wane in her face
until she was ghastlv pale.
"Mr. Symington! you don't mean that
you think 1 stole a diamond ring?'
sir, and if Claude s Her voice was indescribably horror
stricken and pathetic.
Well hang up "I certainly mean exactly that. Audi
your shawl and bonnet in the cloak room don't pmpose to waste niauy more words
yonder and 1 11 see wnetuer oi nui juu uuuut u. uuhi step msme me private
Accident to a Fike-Eateb. There
was a shocking accident to a fire-eater in
the market place of Leigh tou Buzzard,
England, a fortnight ago. A traveling
negro was performing on a stand, licking
redhot iron, bending heated pokers with
his naked foot, burning tow in his mouth
and the like. At last he filled his mouth
with benzoline, saying he would burn it
as he allowed it to escape. He had no
sooner applied a lighted match to his
lips than the whole mouthful of spirit
took lire, and before it was consumed.
the man was burned in a frightful man
ner, the blazing spirit running all over
his face, neck and chest as he dashed
from his stand and raced about like a
madman among the assembled crowd,
tearing his clothing from him and howl
ing in most intense agonv. A portion of
the spirit was swallowed, and the inside
of his mouth was also terribly burned.
He was taken into a chemists shop and
' ' . , , tit ,"i.,4- n rt; ....... i t :l I
amount wm. i-u-m--- I will have vou seardied " " u oils were administered and applied, but
lh3f. over and ' sfJe dSwCsel?tughtily at that. in ngg to ho
over aSain told her how disagreeable "Sir, you insult me! 1 have not taken " a1stilte almo1st of T lode-
Mr sSra nevertheless Edith your diamond ring. Your accusation is f S nouse and was captured by the po-
,7S ?wiSrino to keep back the as cruel as it is unfounded." e taken to the workhouse mhrin-
I ill v .
mortified tears that would come into her Her dark eyes flashed with proud con-
lovely eyes ciousness oi rignt, out ner loveiy lace
But Mr Symington found that there was awfully pale, and her lips quivered
never had been a quicker-footed, neater- with womanly shame and pain,
handed, more accurately-perceptive per- Mr Symington sneered,
son inside his establishment. . "Oh, well, if you re going into hyster-
ary.
The fairest flower
creation is a
vmm.fr
unfolding itself
to
in the garden of
mind, offering and
the influence of
divine wisdom, as the heliotrope turns
its sweet blossoms to the sun.
can take the
you like."
And the old man went down in his
kick" as the boys call it, aud handed
the boy a 50 note.
Iige left the house that day
Irom day to day the old gentleman
inquired of his son as to the progress
lige was making m his studies. The in
variable reply of the son was: "The
Professor says he s just getting on fine.
and is going to make a talker from base."
:Vt last the eventful day came when
and the
from his
he came
log
" Where's Tige?" asked the Governor
see nere, latner, saici the young
man. 1 ve got something to say and it
won t do to speak it out before all the
family. I'd like to have about five min
utes' conversation with you in another
room.
her and son retired to another
room, locketi tne door, stuiied paper in
the keyhole, and the young man spoke as
follows:
"Well, I went over to Brooklyn and
got lige, and he was dreadful glad to
see me, vou bet. When wo got on the
boat I nist thought I'd have.a little talk
w'ith the old dog to kinder get him broke
in, and astonish the folks when we
home. We sat down at the bow of
boat, and I said, " How do, Tige?"
Booty well," said he, "how's
folks?"
' Bang up," says I.
' Gals all well?" said he,
Fine as a fiddle," says I.
"Has Miranda and that big beau of
hers bursted any more of the parlor
chairs, sittin' on 'em double?" says he.
"I don't pay much attention to the
gal's love affairs," said I, "and Tige, you
musn' talk about such
sacred."
got
the
the
reviewed.
Mr. Hill was much annoyed, but he
remained silent until there was a lull in
the tattling. Then ho rose and rang the
bell. The servant appeared.
"Have you a hearth-brush and dust
pan handy?" said Mr. Hill.
les, sir, replied the servant, won-
na rlil flio fomiltr on I frtioctn
what the eccentric clergyman could be
thinking of.
"I wish you would let me have them
for a few moments."
Wheu they were brought to him he
began brushing the carpet.
"A prodigious quantity of dust and
dirt has been scattered this evening," he
remarked, as he brushed away," and I
think it had better be removed. '"
The hint thus picturesquely conveyed
was taken. During the remainder of the
the conversation was more
becoming to Christian ladies and gentle
men.
The Dollar.
A stranger who was yesterday having
his boots blacked by one of the post ofiice
brigade, asked the lad what he would do
if some one should hand him a dollar.
"I'd give half of it to the heathen and
spend the rest on the Fourth," was the
reply.
"lhats right you are a good boy,"
said the man. I like to give money to
such a lad no you.'5
When his boots were finished he
handed the boy a nickel and. walked ofV,
never referring to the dollar, which the
lad had been almost certain of. He had
overtook him and asked:
"Did you intend to give me a dollar?"
"Oh, no, no, no. I simply wanted to
see what you would do with it.
"Well, I've been thinking it all over,"
said the bootblack, "and I'll tell ve what
I'd do. I'd take it and hire some one to
pare my leet down so 1 could get on JSo.
levens without springing my lints out of
line."
The stranger looked from his feet to
the boy and back, then across the street
to a policeman, and as he turned to
he muttered:
"Well, I've found out what he'd do
with it, but I don't know as I feel any
thebetter for it?"
Good Thick. A Berlin photogra
pher is reported to have made use of an
trick to attract customers.
The artist pretended he could make thf
photographs of gentlemen so life-like
that their dogs would be able to reeorr-
rrr
nize them. When these pohtogranhs
things; they're were held up I efore the dogs of the own
ers, the dogs would wag their tails and
"Look a here, Jim," said Tige, kinder lick the pictures. The other photogra-
solemn like, and winking out of the pliers of Berlin who were unable to per-
corner ot his oyo, uooku nere, uues me iorm anything similar, watched their col.
old man keen it up kissing that cham
bermaid with the red cheeks and pug
nose every time he catches her on the
basement staircase?"
"Father, just imagine how I felt to
have the dog talk that way about tho
author of my being! Now, what was I
going to do under the circumstances?
Could I bring that dog home and have
him scandalize the family around the
league, and finally discovered his secret'
It was a very simple proceeding. All he
did was to cover the photographs with a
thin coating of lard, which the dogs, of
course, smelled, and then licked off.
A great deal of sickness in children
may be avoided by parents eating the
green irmt on their place themselves.
A united effort in a nnilibrvrii ;L
neighborhood and before company? Not necessary to make this remedv pffifni
much! I just coaxed old Tige to the 1 Hens and children are prone to ramble!