A CHANCE ACQUAINTANCE.
wiutv met iMii once, Dai onoe, m
And swent forevar nmrf
Ob the world's dark tide that rashes on
And sunders many a heart!
T have looked on eyes like youm.
To have touched sacha rose leaf hand
And never, never again to meet.
But in Memory's dreamy land!
Once in the lonely dark
It stabbed me through and through.
The sudden thought of your sweet young
And once, ere the early dew
Was dry on the springing grass.
And the morning wind blew free,
X almost met you beneath the Ai-k.
Where the path turns down to the sea.
And roar smiling shadow lives
In the chambers of mv brain.
Where my spirit wanders, a homeless ghost.
oeeKing your lace again:
And if you be living yet.
Or where, I cannot know.
But my sprit clings in a bootless dream
To our meeting long ago.
fit. Falconer in Chambers' Journal.
PIERRE'S FOUNDLING.
Jt was Pierre who first called her that
M Pierre was a Creole, and Felice, his
wife, was a Creole, and so they both
aid, "Snow wide, but then they meant
"Snow white," and everybody called her
that. And very white she did look to
.Pierre that morning in the early spring,
many years ago now, when he found her
lying on the doorstep, a fleecy white
trawl all around her, and only her little,
, - round, baby bine eyes showing out of
the whiteness.
oee woai me good uoa nas sent me
rwice," said Pierre, taking the little,
wet, white bundle in his big, brown
1. a j . .. ... . ..
numin auu carrying 11 in to nis Wile, "a
little snow white baby."
And Felice turned back the shawl
from the baby's head, and there, pinned
to her little dress, was a card, and as
Pierre bent down to see he read, "For
Pierre and Felice."
Uid l not say, Felice," he cried. "See,
n is tor tis the good God has sent it
When Felice bent down to kiss the
rosy lips that cooed and smiled up at
her she smelt the perfume on the little
baby's clothes, and then she thought of
"fle sweet, pale, gentle lady whose hair
she had dressed a few nights before, and
of the tall, dark man whom the lady had
no called her husband, but her "friend."
-But she did not tell Pierre all this.
What she did tell him was that they
wouia taKe their new treasure and show
it to the priest, and Pierre good, simple
aeartea i-nerre went along very close
beside Felice, wishing mightily that he
. could take the little white, soft bundle
m his own arms.
And Pere Martin, when he looked into
tne little baby's eyes, remembered the
slight, graceful woman who had knelt
so long at vespers .the evening before,
and the twet, gentle voice in which,
when the service was over, she had
questioned him about the , coiffeuse,
uoe, and Pierre, her husband, who
lived in a room in the crumbling gray
house beyond the church. He remem
bered also that the hand that dropped
into tua the heavy purse of gold, telling
him it was to be given to this same Felice
and Pierre, if they should need it, had
uo ring upon the third finger, and Pere
Martin sighed as he looked into the
baby's face and murmured, "Another
lamb into the fold." But he, too, did
not speak of what he remembered. In
stead, he told them he would himself go
-with them to the office of the old notaire
n the corner and that all would be ar
ranged, and that the next day after
mass they might bring the child to be
christened. -
And so they did and gave her the
same of Snow-white. No other name
would have suited her half bo well.
snow white she was when they found
her, and snow white Felice always tried
to Keep her. She was never too busy to
jkm a lew oainry tucKs in baby's little
white slip, or to wash her face or to curl
bunion lot its. .nd fierre never
came up stairs without stopping td wash
cos nanos at the big tnb down in the
oom-t so that he might not soil the baby's
wneu ne took ner in his arms, and
when he kissed her he always looked to
ae that he had not left the impress of
his lips on hers. It was marvelous to
see what a change the baby's coming
n me lives 01 tne two, Pierre and
-Felice. Somehow Pierre'e step grew
""f nis laugn grew cheerier.
-ma ieuow workers noticed it down at
' the big. warehouse where he hauled cot
ton on the dray, turning and pulling the
w wiui nis snarp nooK.
"Oh, I must not be so rough," he said
to them, "since there is now a little one
i may disturb with my big stepping."
And eiice's songs were gayer as she
tripped about at her tidy housework,
and her fingers were defter as she did her
hair dressing, and her coiffures were
more elaborate and graceful than ever
oeiore.
"It makes a difference, is it not so.
uaadame?" she said as she was dressing
the hair of a fond young mother, who
w me wnue gently swinging the cradle
of her first born; "it makes a difference
that there is now a little heart for your
ws one wj noid. i Know. It is all
changed with me, now that the good
Uoa has sent us a little one. It does not
matter so much now that I must go up
mad down the stair, that I must bring
wus water crom tne cistern in the court,
that I must be forever crimping and
curling and sticking in hairpins."
It did Beam that all the little house
hold was changed. There were not many,
to be sure, for besides Pierre and Felice
there were only Marta, and Babette and
Sieur Antoine in the little gray house.
Marta lived in the first floor, and from
hec apartments there came always the
pleasing odor of burnt Bugar, for it was
in her own little back room that she
xa&de the white and golden ropes of
candy that she sold upon the street every
day. ( Marta's delight knew no bounds
when Snow-white was able to sit alone
and hold in the little chubby fist a stick
of her whitest and crispest candy, suck
ing it till it ran down her wrists and chin
and upon her white drees in streams of
sticky sweetness.
"It is by the reason that the little one
likes it that' I make this cream candy,'
Marta would say to her customers, re-
j membering Snow-white's enjoyinc
the dainty. "Will you not try some to
day? it is nice."
And so she would go through the day
with a lighter step and a heavier purse
man oi yore.
tint it was Babette who always took
l j , ., , r
care oi onow-wmie wnen a elice was
away. Babette was a blanchisseuse. and
was always washing, washing, washing
in the big tubs down in the court. So
when Snow-white was old enough and
the days grew mild Babette would take
her shawl, and spreading it out on the
warm bricks that paved the court put
the bab upon it, shading her little face
from the sun by one of Pierre's big straw
hats hung upon a stick. The baby grew
to love iJabette, with her broad, round
face and her plump, white arms grew
to love the warm court where there was
so much sunlight, and always the splash
ing of water and the flarminjr of snowv
ciotnes on tne line.
Then there was Sieur Antoine. with
his violin, whom Snow-white soon
learned to love too. At first he would
only pause when he met Felice or Pierre
upon the stair, and inquired in his sweet,
gentle voice after the little one; but by
and by he grew to stopping on his way
op to his room to see the lady, all white
and soft and clean, tucked away in her
little Ded. Sieur Antoine spoke but lit
tle, but he played, oh, so beautifully, sit
ting away up stairs by himself. His vi
olin talked for him, he would say. He
was always sad and often huner-v. Pierre
said. So when Snow-white was able to
climb the stair without the fear of fall
ing, Felice used sometimes send her up
to Sieur Antoine's room with a slice of
bread or a bit of meat that he might
find it waiting for him on his table.
It was Pere Martin himself who used
to come for the little girl when she was
old enough to run about, and carrv hpr
with him to the church and his own mv
uitie nouse witn its vine clad porch and
its garden or roses behind. He would
pluck the heavy headed buds that
brushed her cheeks as she passed by
them, and take her back home with her
apron full of flowers, or her two hands
full of the yellow oranges that grow
upon tne tree beside his window.
"May i not give the Virgin one?".the
child would say, as she picked the finest
flower of her bunch to lay at Mary's feet
as iney passed tne church.
Thus among her good friends trrew
and prospered the little'Qod given child
or r-ierre and u ence.
"How white is the snow, msmaDT she
would say to Fence; "is it so beautifu;
that you would have me like it?"
"By and by we shall see. Petite." Fe
nce would answer.
But the sweet, warm, sunny weather
came and went. There were chilly days
now ana men; days when Pierre would
come home.shivering in his big overcoat:
wnen saieur Antoine's face would look
paler and more pinched than ever: when
Babette would lift the tubs to her room
and hang the clothes on lines "before the
fire: when the roses in Pere Martin's
garden would be blighted with the cold,
but the snow never came.
How white is the snow. Dana?"! the
child would ask, and Pierre would take
a sample of cotton ' from the pocket of
his blouse, and, tearing it into bits, scat
ter it in flakes about her head.
"Whiter than that." he would
"but we shall see, Petite."
"Whiter than this " Babette won 1,1
tell her, taking the frothy suds from her
tub and throwing it about the child's
head in the air, whence it fell in little
water bits npon the pavement.
Whiter than these," Pere Martin
would say, as he lifted her to his broad
shoulders and held her aloft till her face
was buried in the mass of orange blos
soms above.
I have told you that Snow-white cmw
and prospered, and so she did, only ere
yet her eighth year was passed, when
the winter came on Pere Martin felt the
Durden grow lighter as he lifted the,
child to his shoulder, and Sieur Antoine
thought the little footsteps were less
brisk as she mounted the stairs to his
room.
Our little one is not well." said Marta
to Felice one day; "she no longer likes
the candy; she no longer comes for her
on in tne morning.
And that night when Snow-white lav
1 , , v .. - -
msieep in ner oeu reuce Knelt down be
side her, and saw that the little face had
indeed grown paler, and the little form
thinner.
w nat if tne good God should take
again the child he has lent us. Pierre?"
she said despairingly, and together they
knelt beside the child's couch and
prayed. The next day the child could
not rise; she lay there growing weaker
and weaker, and fading away like the
roses in rere Martin's garden.
Am 1 going to be a baby aerain.
mamanr she would say sometimes. "I
cannot walk, and you have always to
lift me." . 1
What a sad household it was when thf
little one s step was heard no more on
the stair and her voice sounded no more
in the halls I As the week narad on
Felice's song was hushed, and she went
out bnt seldom. Pierre's comrades no
ticed the poor fellow's sadness and pitied
him. Babette would leave her tubs for
hours to sit by the dear one's bed. Mar
ta's voice was heard less cheerily on the
street, and she found her way often to
the old cathedral, where she might sav
a prayer for Snow-white.
"This is a strange winter," said Sienr
Antoine one night as he sat by the little
one's bed fingering his violin strings,
which were taut and dry with the cold.
"Will it snowr said the child, lookinc
up eagerly.
I remember, Pierre, the last time it
snowed here. It has been eight years
ago, for the little one had not come to
na then. I remember it looked still and
gray like this before the snow fell," said
eeiioe.
"Yes, I remember " said Babette. "ni
I would not cover my tubs, thinking to
catch the rain I thought was coming,
and the next morning were thav not
beautiful!"
Ah,' is it so beautiful, the snow?-
asked the child, lifting up her little hand
that had grown so white and thin, "and
shall I ever see it?"
"Surely, surely,1" answered Pierre:
"God is good."
"Will you not take your violin, Sieur
Antoine, and tell me how the snow
looks?" said Snow-white.
And Sieur Antoine played. Those
who knew felt the inaudible falling of
the flakes, thicker and thicker, bnt gent
ly as the drawing of a shroud. Sieur
Antoine kept his eyes upon the little
face, and he saw her waiting, listening.
Suddenly a twang of the strings and the
twist of his bow sent ont as on the crisp
air the jingle of sleigh bells, the sound
of merry voices, and the child's face was
glad. But Sieur Antoine had forgotten:
with the sounds of gladness there came
always for him the after note of sorrow,
and he played on and on in the minor
chords till the tears stood in the little
one's eyes, and Felice put out her hand
to stay him.
All during the night that followed
there sounded in Snow-white's dreams
the merry "snow music" and then the
sorrow that came after it. "Will it be
like that and that?" she asked herself.
While it was yet dark she heard below
in the street the muffled rumble of a cart
and the cartman was smtrinsr. What
was it he said? As he came nearer she
heard in the man's deep voice, "Wash
Me and I Shall Be Whiter Than Snow "
She knew not what the words meant
how could she? But over and over again
she kept saying the words to hereself till
morning broke and daylight shone be
tween the curtains, pale and strange.
Something, she knew hot what, sent a
thrill through the little weak frame and
eagerly she peered across the room to
the streak of light that showed.
"Manian, she called by and bv verv
softly. But Felice was by her side in a
moment. She said nothing, but pointed
wicn one nana toward the window. .
-a.cn, .fierre, Pierre, the snow, the
snowl" shouted Felice, in her excitement
torgetting the little sufferer on the
couch, who leant upon her elbow trvintr
j. . . , ,-
vu see me street oeiow.
"Did I not sayr said Pierre. SDrineincr
to his feet. "Surely God is erood."
Together they lifted the little one's bed
to the window that she miirht see. and
she, with full heart, could not speak for
joy; only her lips parted and her eyes
overran wim tears. .
Marta and Babette were not long in
coming to see the little one's joy, and
Sieur Antoine too, only he did not tarrv.
but looked into the child's eyes and went
away to Pere Martin. They came to
gether by and by, BhaMng the white
flakes from their coats and treadmer verv
ri - j i i , -
euiuy ill cne nan,
"See, the snow has come, father." said
r-ierre, "ana sne Knew, the little one
without seeing it, that it was come."
.the little eyes were bent onlv on th
winaow, where without the snow lay
white and soft o'er street and housetop
lar as me vision went. Out the rrrifint.
kneeling down beside the bed, took one
little cold hand in his, saying:
"bneis very near to God now; he told
ner.
The snow has come," said the child's
voice. "I knew it would. God told
Aye, God told her, and drew her
nearer and nearer1 to him, for with her
last breath the pale lips faltered out tUe
woros sne nad not understood. "Wah
me and 1 shall be whiter than snow."
the snow was soon gone and with it
the little one, but to the white van It that
bears her name come often Pier and
Felice, burdened with the grief of their
empty hearts. Mane still sells her candy
on the street, but in her tray is found no
longer the dainty bits for the "little one."
Alone in the court Babette still scrubs
auu scruDS, out now. as never of mm
the tears run down her round cheekn and
drop into her snowy suds. The roses
bloom and wither in Pere Martin's little
garden, and the orange blossoms fade,
ana the rruit f alia upon the ground. Up
stairs in his garret Sieur Antoine nlavs
- a, , -. , .
ever oi me ii rue snownaKes that glist
ened in his way of the srririt that. fe
-wniier man snow." Patience Oriel in
r huadelphia Times. .
. Early Electric Phenomena.
An J&iglishman nut on a nair of
woolen stockings over his silk ones on a
cold winter day. At night he pulled the
sxocKmgs on without separating them
and was astonished by the crackling
noise and even the sparks of electricity
wnicn rouowea. when he drew the silk
stocKmgs out of the woolen ones the
electrical attraction was so manifest that
the stockings would incline toward one
another when held more than a foot
apart. It happened that the silk stock
ings were DiacK and the woolen ones of
light color, but when he tried the experi-
. i j, t - ...
uxcui, wilix uutu BxocKings or tne same
color there was no electrical appearance.
ims stocking experiment soon got to be
me rasmonaoie "lad" in England. Ley
don jars were charged by the stocking
process, and great run was had by giv
ing light shocks to persons and domestic
animals. luxchange.
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The German Emperor and Speeebmaktng,
The following anecdote is related of
tne Uerman emperor during his journey
in the iceboat to Stettin. During the
dinner on the Haff , Herr Eaker, coun
cilor of commerce, rose, and was about
to thank the emperor in the name of the
merchants of Stettin for the interest
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London Tit-Bits.
CtlbeUoH In Mew York Ckmta.
A collection taken no at the rWh
which Garaelins Vanderbilt attends one
Sunday morning yielded $11,600, al
though it was not an unusual occasion
and no special requests for large amounts
had been made. At some of our churches
the Sunday collection runs freamntlv u
high as $3,000 or $4,000, and at Grace and
Trinity mere are occasional collections
as large as $10,000. This one, however,
is believed to be the larsrest collection
ever taken np on an occasion, not extra
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of sheep, the wool from which finds market here.
The Dalles is the largest original -wool shipping
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ITS PRODUCTS.
The salmon fisheries are the finest on the Columbia,
yielding this year a revenue of $1,500,000 which can
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The products of the beautiful Klickital valley find
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