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l.OVE'3 EVENING 8TAR;
Ota. iretoome to the sunny Hay,
When opening buds reveal the flowers,
And all around melodiously
Sweet matins fill the vernal bowers;
It brings again that blissful hour.
The brightest far of life to me,
When, fondly pressing heart to heart.
We felt love's thrilling ecstasy.
Vie dew of love was on thy cheek;
Its irems of pearl were in thine eyes,
As from thy ruby tinted lips
Game forth the sweet, consenting sighs.
7wu new born joy that made thee weep.
And every tear was sanctified:
Two hearts were melted into one
When heaven gave thee to be my bride.
Ah, when I fondly called thee mine,
And fervently thy vows were given,
Che words were caught from oil thy lips
And echoed to the ear of heaven; ,
And he whoever deigns to bless
When guileless love implores his aid
Made record of the holy bonds
And bless'd the union he had made.
Through all the days till frosty age
Thy love has urowu more sweet and dear.
As it has brightened all the way,
A charm and solace ever near;
And now, when near life's evening close.
How beautiful the day declines!
As earthly scenes are growing dark
love's evening star more brightly shines I
Rev. Sidney Dyer in New York Ledger.
UNCLE PETE.
Uncle Pete was ruminating. How
ever, this was nothing new, as he had
done but little else since the time he was
mite of a darky, watching the sparks
fly np from the burning log heaps scat
tered over "old master's'' new ground
jmd die away in the dusky spring even
ing. He would sit upon a stump with
the dark, freshly plowed ground about
him giving forth odors of earth and torn
green roots, while the frogs in the shal
low shining branch, marked with wil
lows, Bang a happy, monotonous refrain.
His kinks were turning from black to
gray and many a problem as knotty as
his wool and just as powerless to be
straightened had passed through his
brain. His great passion was wealth
twas the only thing he cared for. He
had dreamed of it in boyhood it seemed
a pity those' log heap sparks were not
Teal gold had striven for it in his way
in manhood, and now that old age had
begun to pay court to him in a sly and
wholly unaccountable manner he still
dreamed of and strove for wealth. When
boy he would grasp every peculiar
looking rock lying in his path, with the
-,hope that it might bring him a fortune.
The sun glancing on a piece of glass
would cause his lazy legs to move faster
than was customary, for perhaps it
might be a nugget of gold lying there
especially for him. But he found to his
disappointment many times that "all
was not gold that glittered."
Uncle Peter had never been taught to
read, and was too lazy to work hard. In
fact, he shirked dreadfully. Like "ole
.Brer Rabbit" in those wondrous days
when animals were gifted with speech
the recital of which fills every childish
heart with the pleasantest emotions he
did all of the grunting and comparative-
. ly no work. He lived with old master's
grandson, Marse Bob, as a cropper, and
invariably came out in debt to him on
. mn average of $40 a year. Each Chris t-
' nas Marse Bob would storm, at him and
threaten to send him away, but Uncle
Peter was sly and would "lay low" until
Marse Bob's sweet little wife drove all
angry thoughts from his mind, and then
. he began to put in his best work, usually
"making sundry suggestions " tuot de
fattening horgs," and ashes, salt, sul
phur and copperas for the horse, mules
and colts, until Marse Bob finally finish
ed a contract with him almost before
the thought of beginning had entered
Iris mind. It would burst upon him each
time like a thunderbolt, and with an in
ternal' groan began the turning of new
leaves. But those leaves became dog
eared with too little turning and much
fingering. So Uncle Peter lived on at
1ub kind benefactor's, with his progeny
of grandchildren and one unmarried
daughter, the idol of his heart.
Uncle Peter was ruminating on this
warm, damp January day. The prospect
- from his cabin door did not invite very
pleasant thoughts, but he was paying no
attention to the gloom.
The clouds hung wet and gray over
the fields,, roads and pine grove, which
was the only green spot in sight. A maul
lay before the fire hardening for the next
day's work splitting rails. That was
nothing to Uncle Peter, either, for he
knew very well, the sinner, he would get
out of half his work by sharpening
wedges for the other hands, making him
self uselessly useful.
"Now, if I could dig into dat gully and
fine a gole mine, wouldn't I be rich?" he
mused. "Gret big peeses, big as my
fists den I could set up at the big 'ouse
like folks, and not work my poor ole seff
to deth," sighing, as he got up to turn
his maul. "But den dat's Marse Bob's
land, s'pose 'twould be his gole. Nor dat
ain't right, neither. What I fine is mine.
Ef I was to fine a quarter out yonder, I
reckin it would be my quarter, and dat
gole mine would too." So soared his
thoughts to a realm where roads were
lined with gold instead of red mud, and
palaces in the places of pine trees faced
them, and he was the richest of all in
that country. He was awakened from
those yellow toned reveries by some one
hollowing: "Peter, you Peter-r, why
don't you answer mer
"Sir7" rousing himself and standing in
Ms doorway to see Marse Bob on the
fence some distance away.
, "What are you doing?"
-1 "Burning my maul for to-morrow.
"Well, you can do that to-night. You
- always get mighty smart at the wrong
time, anyway. Go on to the house and
help the other boys shuck corn."
Uncle Peter got up and crossed the
field with reluctant footsteps, while
Marse Bob growled to himself on the
laziness of the "colored race" in general.
i Sunday morning came 'and with it
guests at the big house as usual. Uncle
Peter went up to black . boots and build
:; .fires, as was bis custom one he adopted
' friinrmalf and one he invariably kept.
JMarse Bob's wife's brother was there,
and as Peter came in he asked:
. "What kind of weather, Peter?"
1 "Lubly, air, lubly," was the reply he
always gave, nq matter what the weather
might be. Hot or cold, wet or dry, Sun
day morning was always "lubly" to
Uncle Peter. , ; ; .' ; V ;
"Where did you get that shirt, Peter?
came Frank's lazy tones from the depths
of a feather bed, from where he could
just see Peter, whose shoes were shining
brighter than his ebony face, sitting on
the woodbox rubbing away with brush
and blacking for all he was worth.
"Bought it! ' with a proud glance.
"You ought to be a good citizen with
such a shirt as that on. Let me see!
Stars all over and a striped sailor collar.
Stars and stripes, pretty good!" Uncle
Peter gave a complacent smile as Frank
spoke in a half sleepy, half mischievous
tone. .
"How's crops? Going to get rich this
fall, aren't youf
"Well, mebbe so, brightening up.
"Do you think so? I can't say, but 1
know one thing, you would like to have
a smile," as Peter placed both shoes side
by side, and shut up the blacking box.
"Uncle Peter's black features lighted
up in quite a marvelous manner as Frank
offered him what he loved next to
money.
"Yes, sax, deed I would, ear, bowing
and rubbing his hands gleefully.
"Hand me that flask on the table.
Now, here is your smile," detaching the
silver drinking cup from the bottom of
the flask and pouring the clear red liquid
into it, which ran out with a jolly gur
gle from the mouth of the bottle.
"You drink fust, Marse Frank."
"Oh no, Peter, I never drink. I carry
it about in case of an accident."
"Well," smacking his black lips and
wrenching the cup from the pitcher of
water, "if I owned dat dream accidents
would be forebber. happning," grinning
and bowing himself out. He turned his
steps toward the kitchen after leaving
Franks room. There he sat himself
down to wait for the coffee pot. This
coffee pot was a great consolation to
Uncle Peter; he never went to his work
without first draining it, even eating
the grounds. It was too good to waste.
He was a great deal more likely to be on
hand when breakfast was over than most
of the family when it was ready.
It was raining and not only raining,
but pouring and had been for an hour.
Uncle Peter sat in front of his huge fire
place, which was filled with burning
logs, and nodded, while mammy pieced
up a quilt with colors so startling, such
as pink and yellow, side by side, or green
and blue with each other vied. Their
pride and delight, a piece of ebony im
pudence done up in checked homespun,
sat by the little window reading. Labo
riously she spelled out the words, more la
boriously absorbed their meanings. Now
and then mammy would give a grunt or
"dat's so," sometimes coming in at the
most absurd times, for she sever under
stood what Angeline was reading; there
was such an interval between each word,
the one had escaped her memory before
the other was called out.
Uncle Peter still nodded and bobbed
his head around dangerously at times,
for it did seem that it would pop off. He
waa thoroughly awake all at once. What
was that?
"How to' get r-i-c-h, rich," drawled
Angeline. Uncle Peter was all excite
ment in a moment and exclaimed fever
ishly, "Read on, nigger!" Angy looked
up astonished; she was not accustomed
to being addressed that way by her ad
miring father:
"Write to J-a-m-e-s H-a-r-l-i-n-g, Har
ling, C-o-r-t-l-a-n-t Cortlent street, New
York; I dunno what dat street means
after dat word. It can't spell nuthin'
corden to my notion. I reckin it must
mean, ah, I dnnno. Hit was jiss got thar
by mistake, dat's hit. Dat typewriter got
jess a little too much onto dat."
"Ugh, humph!" assented Uncle Peter
indifferently; but his little black eyes
were sparkling, and after a while he got
up, stretched and looked at the elements.
They were clearing up a little; bo put
ting on his great coat, which struck his
"dumpity" little figure about the heels,
he sallied . forth to the preacher's, his
dearest friend and closest ally. He found
hi-m at home making foot mats, as he
usually did in wet weather.
Howdy does being over Uncle Peter
set forth in a most cautious manner to
feel around and learn what the preacher
thought of the scheme he had hidden in
the back part of his head.
Brer Hambleton, does you reckin
you will ebber git rich workin' 'mongst
dem shucks?"
"Whut! git rich? I ain't a-working
fur riches; I am workin' fur de Lord. Ef
he wants me to get rich he will make
me, I reckin. And anudder thing, I
never thought about it," replied the un
worldly old fellow.
"Well, ef you will juss read here m
dis newspaper you'll see sumpin," pull
ing it out of his pocket.
"What's it 'bout?"
"Gittin' rich," dropping his voice to a
whisper. Brother Hambleton pulled out
his brass nmmed glasses, put them on
his nose and grasped the paper. He
scanned it closely for. a while, and then
said: "Bat must be this here. 'Riches
'air very desirable things, but there is
something more desirable yet, and that
is health. Now, this can be obtained by
taking Green Leaf Tome' "
"Hole on, Brer Hambleton, you ain't
readin' the right one; leastways it don't
sound like dat whut Angeline read," ex
claimed Uncle Peter in some alarm.
Was the fortune which seemed in his
grasp to run through his fingers like so
much water, only leaving them damp as
r a sign it had been there?
"Well, how did it start, Brother Peterr
asked the Reverend Benjamin Hamble
ton, looking over his glasses in a grave
manner, as much as to say, "Brother
Peter, I'se afraid you'se had a very large
smile 'dis day, and you dreamed dat
thing."
"Oh, I don't 'zactly mermemble, but
hit wasn't dat, and I heered her read it
sho'," with some excitement. "Look
again, Brer Hambleton. " - Benjamin
Hambleton once again looked over the
paper and then was about to give it up
in despair when a little advertisement in
the ten cent column caught his eye. He
read it out and TJncle'Peter almost wept
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for Joy w he heard. the sentence
he
thoaght he should never hear again.
"Now, what do you propose to do?" in-r
quired Benjamin Hambleton. . '
"I says fer you to write to dat man
and see whut he says. "Well share
profits. Of course you Ion have inos'
haff," generously.
"Mos' haff," indignantly. r'Mos haff,
when I does all de writin' and "reading?
No, sir! ' I gits whole haff or not write."
"All right, all right," hurriedly, as
visions of a lost fortune again float before-
him. ' Amiability being restored,
they worked and plotted together like
old cronies should. The letter was writ
ten and posted; they had only to wait a
week or two before they could drees up
and live like folks in the big.'ouse.
Uncle Peter began to wear "the big
gest" air imaginable. ; He became lazier
than ever and plagued Marse Bob al
most out of his wits. The negroes .all
wondered what had got into Uncle
Peter. He usually bade them good
morning in the pleasantest manner, but
now it was with the condescension of a
monarch. Angeline was no longer the
"apple of his eye." She found herself
not noticed at all, and thereby became
sulky and switched about more than
ever while she walked. But it all was
lost upon Uncle Peter. He was going
to get rich in his old age, and that was
all he wanted. He dreamed of it at
night, and went a-day dreaming over it
too.
Uncle Peter was too talkative, how
ever, to let his secret remain one longer
than a few days. He had no idea he
had ''le.t the cat out of the bag," but be
fore one week had expired all the negroes
on the plantation knew he had discov
ered a method for getting rich, and all
were on the qui vive for discovery, but
they did not let Uncle Peter have an
inkling of their intentions.
One Saturday afternoon as the clouds
in the west began to lose some of their
exquisite coloring, for night was creep
ing on, all of the hands. Uncle Peter in
cluded, had gathered about the back
door of the big house. All eyes were
centered upon Marse Bob, who stood on
the stone steps with a stone jug in one
hand and a cup in the other. Every
face was wreathed in smiles at the
thought of a dram. As Marse Bob
poured put the liquid which ran with
such a good old sound, "So good, good,
good, good," it seemed to say, he talked
and gave much good, good, good, good
advice while he distributed it around.
The darkies had just wiped their mouths
on their coat sleeves preparatory to leav
ing, when a little negro boy came up
with the mail. Marse Bob glanced over
it hastily, and called out:
"Halloa, here, Peter a postal for you."
"Yas, sir," responded Uncle Peter,
stepping up with happy expectation in
his tones and movements.
"Shall I read it for you?" with a twin
kle in his eyes, for he had read it while
speaking, and had heard something of
Peter's boasting lately.
"Yas, sir, s'pose you do," responded
Peter, who was feeling generous after
his smile. He didn't care just then if
all the darkies ia Christendom knew how
to get rich.
Marse Bob cleared his throat, while
all the hands turned around to hear
what Uncle Peter's correspondent had
to say.
. "How to get rich. Eat nothing, wear
nothing, and work like old Nick."
There was a shout of laughter from
every pair of lips save Uncle Peter's.
He was dumb with disappointment and
rage. He said not a word, but turned
away and walked off "a sadder and a
wiser man."
It is a month later. Riches are never
mentioned by Peter now. He is cured.
His fellow workmen plagued his poor
old life almost out of him, until one
morning he turned like a wounded lion
at bay and made them all fly. Since
that time he has lived in peace. A curi
ous coolness grew up between him and
the preacher at one time', but the genial
nature of both old darkies has thawed
that out, and they are the same old
cronies, only they never speak of wealth
to each other. Mrs. E. M. Stewart in
Atlanta Constitution.
Tbe Value of Sleep.
Gen. Lord Wolseley, England's lead
ing soldier, is z man of simple and ab
stemious habits, and is an emphatic
advocate of sleep. When he is his own
master he goes to rest between 10 and
11 and is up before 6. He is a sound
sleeper, and can sleep at almost any time
and under any circumstances, which is
no doubt one great secret of success; for
in war, as in politics, the man who can
not sleep might as well retire from the
running. "You cannot put in your
time more profitably than in sleeping,"
Lord Wolseley says, and the saying is
one that may well be taken to heart by
all hard workers. As long as you can
sleep you ean always renew your
strength. It is when sleep fails that
your balance at the bank of life is cut
E. Best Things.
Tbe Value of Armor in War Snips.
The value of armor has been a matter
constantly discussed since its first intro
duction. So long as it remained, as it
did for a time, superior to the attack of
the gun its desirability was certain, but
when the race began between the two
the gun early seized and maintained the
lead. : From that time to the present ad
vocates of the abolition of armor have
been very numerous. They compare the
state of affairs with that which existed
prior to the disuse of personal armor,
but so long as armor can be so arranged
as to protect certain vital points it is
probable that it will be so used. Still
there are some good arguments in sup
port of decuirassement to use a French
word that is particularly expressive.
New.York Herald. -
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out of the ceremony as the members.
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