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MAKING THE 5 U N 5 H IN E GROW.
• Mwber. »but make» tin» «unablnr growt”
My ilarltnu MMd o ik * day,
A n n r ib< bill* the h<i»wnly gio»
(’aim*
«•‘fin« <»n ha way,
Hr. »king tin- hliitnbciH ot I be night,
KliMMlniK the earth with «olden light.
And clothing mount. H u h , dome ami «pire
With tb< lhiptUtn.il robe of tiro.
a I lml Father'« hand, tny love,
Tbi pri cloUM gilt 1« poured.
In the vast treiMiir« bonne atxive
The glorious light 1« atored.
Ii «bin*» for us—It »bine» for all,
lu lowly cot. or princely bull;
And malty it sorrow doth beguile.
With the rare aw eetne»»of Ita k u i lie.”
" Iro tn
If 1 eotdd make the «unablnegro*,
How luppy 1 hltould be.
No cruel l>li»»is, no wintry woe,
i ttir f Ur green earth should nee
All the lout; year «hnultl »utnmer’a reign
’d.itie «1 id the ttetda of ripening gram .
All tie- Ion t year «hottld Mowers blow,
If I could make the Hunahlne grow."
,
*
" t iod rub i* and guilt«-a the bear' nly light,
W ith wHdoin more than oura:
Hut we can tnuhe dark pi h i « bright,
And di a« ri« bloom w ith Mowers.
Mid ctieertul b< art, lUml words and deads.
True sym pathy lor other» needs,
Pure thoughts tlmt from pure fountain» Mow.
Ttiese make the bleated sunshine grow."
— Inter Ocean.
A PRACTICAL JOKE.
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«• a?
Noodod Losaon.
.»• y e llo w n a r c issu s w a s In bloom
in Hie n e a t little y a r d th a t fro n ted the
v illa g e ,w»st o llb e , th e m aple tr e e s had
dropped th e ir red sta r s lon g ago, and
here anti th e re one found pink c lu ste r s
• •f h o tie y s w e e t tr a ilin g a r b u tu s in th e
w oods.
Is.»lad Islay had a bunch in th e fro n t
• d her ju< ket ns sh e sa u n tered up to
-»« * if th ere w e r e any le tte r s for her.
A little grou p o f m en and w om en had
¡»titered th ere for th e sa m e purpose.
I he worn« tt ey ed I sa ls I and wondere«!
l»o»v it w a s th a t her d r e sse s a lw a v s
fitted Iter so s ty lish ly ; th e m en looked
»dniiringlv at her b ig bln« e y e s und
I'n,»' c o n i ph* \ ■ in.
T » u o r th ree o tln r m ill g ir ls Joined
1, ’hel; th e y la u g h ed nttd ta lk e d g a v ly
e, the a |s* ela eled »»Id p o stm a ste r sorted
i he titad.
tt last th e u n p aln ted pine p a rtitio n
slid hack, the s|»eet»»-les ap|»*nred in
t h e a|M-»tuie. nod the post m a ster cried
brisk i) •
•N a o » s, th en , w h o w a n ts th e ir m all?"
Isa tsd stepp ed forw ard
A n y th in g for n.e, Mr. IHder?" »he
(«tied
“ Isln v. M iss I, |««t,et Isla y , M iss Isa«
l«’l lsl.iv ?
read o»it the old Ulan.
I liis'e :»w yon
\ \ In, next!'*
• Isnla'I got nil th • letters!" g ig g led
he m ill g irls, a» I sat a* I r»«eelv,»d her
v a su tv * . “ Mie m igh t d ivid e W Hll US.
Her.,
nn.-s M iss S eam an
N ow for
.»me fun.*”
t p a llid , p lo e lied , i'i,t y o u n g ta.ly here
- »1 x n n eed w ith a sm irl, on her conn*
i ,n e e . r e a r i n g a faded s h a w l, who»«*
o ld s sc ,n d y «.xirere«! th e flat b ask et
T hen .she w ith d rew nmid th e very
audible laugh of the m ill girls.
• T here a in ’t a tna.il com es in b u t
Mias O enny Seam an's here a-watchin*
for it,” «aid the p ostm aster, o ra c u ’urly.
•‘And she never g e ts a le tte r —not so
much as a postal card. I should th in k
she’d g e t tired of com ing."
"M iss G enevieve S eam an ," said th e
carew o rn w om an of th e house w here
tk e g irls boarded. “ O, th u t all hap
pened y e a rs ago! She had a beau o r
som ething and he w e n t » w ay —-pobody
ju st knew w here. R eckon she d id n ’t
know herself. And it so rt of u p set h er
brain and she a in ’t fa irly been h erself
since. She’s a very good d re ssm a k e r
.„,«1 she trim s a b o n n et q u ite serum p-
tlously. and so she e a rn s a d e ce n t l.v-
mg. Hut sh e’s been e x p ectin g a le tte r
these tw e n ty odd y e a rs and it’s never
com e.”
“ G irls," said Isab el Islay, as th e y s a t
n t th e round ta b le th u t evening, laugli-
ing and ta lk in g , “ le t’s w rite a le tte r to
th a t poor old tilin g fr«»m h er lover in
th e e a s t.”
“ Was he rtihlly h e r lover, Isa b e l? ”
asked Lucy Fulton.
“ Well, from th e m an she im agined to
he her lover. L et’s m ak e it fe rv e n t aa
lire und sv. «set us sugar. L e t’s lay it
on th ic k ,”
“ in sh o rt, le t’s pla.v a jo k e on Miss
G e n tly S euinau," sai.l M ary Crane, w ho
wits ruti burning un old straw h a t w ith
liiae rib b o n s and a bunch of violets.
• .lust ih it," said laabeL
“ Hut y«>u d o n ’t know even th e fe l
low 's nam e, Isabol."
“ 1 can find th a t out. Mrs. W ebb
know s, ami I can easily coax it o u t of
her. It w ill lie such l’un!"
It w as m o rn in g —a blue skyed, breezy
day, w ith the a ir full of grow ing scents
and blue-bird w h istle s—tin«.! soon a fte r
th e cum brous old four-horse sta g e had
crashed th ro u g h th e villuge th e usual
crow d begun to assem ble In the little
post olllce. lsubcl Islay was th e re , ami
Lucy F elto n and blnek-eyed Mary
(.'rune, and p resen tly Miss Genevieve
Seam an, trip p in g in w ith th e p ecu liar
g ate w hich the irre v e re n t v illage chil
d ren com pared to a c a t w alk in g upon
w a ln u t shells.
“ T w o for Miss Is la y ,’* said the old
»«exa, su-.‘j^.lnLyng nac£r>tatfc>r
yoking slowness^»-»’»Gne for Squire
Z urtilihiihle .lenki.is; »»no for W idder
Hopper, and one fo r Miss Genevieve—
Seam an!"
I su I m 'I Unshed a m erry glance nt her
com panions ns Hie poor little dress-
imiker tip to ed up to the counter, her
color » h n n g in g fr»mi saffron to scarlet,
her faded blue eyes full of intent
rapt ure.
" Is it tru e ? A le tte r for me—me!
Ami I’ve w aited for it nil these years!
A ll
these, -y e a r s !'’
She Ind it um ler her shaw l, cast b de
limit look a ro u n d a t the neighbor»’
faces, and hurriud aw ay like a startled
wild a n im a l to ita cover. Mie could
n o t o p e n th a t la tte r w ith o th e r eves
upon her.
She fe lt th a t she must
tre a su re it to herself, like one who Iiaa
diiHSivert».! a precious jew el.
On her way home from the mill th a t
evening lanbol lidav stopped a t the
little house w here the tin sign: “ Mil
linery and
D ressm aking," swung
c re ak in g in th.» wind. The window
btm .la w ere fastened hack, the parlor
was opened and dusted.
Miss Gene
vieve was m oving to and fro in her
best India silk gown, w ith a flow ver
pinned fnnt.MticMllv in her hair.
A rouu.l red apot glow ed on each
ch e e k , h er Ism y finger» trem bled with
ex citem en t aa «he luid dow n her »pec-
tacles.
1
“Can you pres» over my leghorn hat.
Mis» Seaman?** asked the beanty.
"<>h, my dear. I’m uiruid not!” aa,(|
th e lit lie woman, w ith a hysterical
laugh.
• H aven't von heard? I —I'm
to t>e m arried very mh « i ! C opt Ed-
w»r«l
Jo » <nav perhap* have
fv n io
" rvsi.lent
of M illtow n—he has ma.le » fortune R
«1» • c arried .
’ A nt th in g for m e, Mr Postm aster?'* M-etnv ... New York, and he i„ coming
;in
»he d<-tuand. d, w ith til assume»! mdif* t.ack aim ., t directly to t„ c)aun an
old
prouti»««
1
tn
ad
j
him
tw
enty
(»•retire.
te a rs
My dear, he has lo v e ,I m e —
“ N<*. niton ." c a r e le s s ly answer*»! tit« ago.
(se«t hi a ste r .
, -
«•
tw e n ty , y , e a r s!”
.
Her e y e * » h o n e , |,«r
vol»«e (Mitered w ith the ecstasy
“ Are you «tire?*'
of her
s<ni,.
“ An»! to m o rro w he
“ Ye*. mum.'*
1» coming
<»h. Miss D ,a . , lt
t blaitk cipressl»'« crept ov*r her Im ek to m »
it seenu
aluior? like a drearu!"
*'
'
/»< e
She laughed again. h „t her eves Wrre
'At, but it realty d«»esn't aiguify
I full of te ar.. Isabel rnmed u n ^ i ’7
th o u g h t I'd ju s t in«,a.nr. a« I chanced •he was a iIUt„ t
hUnetJ
•
to be passing,*’
a
—
1#t
i had ditoc. The joke d sl - not
half
' S(, jocose as it had a t first.
poot
Mis» Genpvieve accepted it in su ca d ead
IT
NEVER FAILS.
Au I llu s t r a t io n
° r Man'» Natur„ lM1,
tlvane»,.
“ Do y o u see th a t gentleman
.
o p p o site?” said oue man in , .,lJttln-
ablef*r
*"• Girls.” said she to h e r co n sp irato rs, to h is n e x t neighbor.
“ Y es.”
••we must tell h er th a t it is o n ly a
“ I can m ak e him pull his w. tA
^°"Tell her!’’ echoed Lucy F elto n . of h is p o c k et and consult th»
“ What for? She'll find it o u t soon w ith o u t sa y in g a word to him ”
k n o w him. perhaps, anJ »
enough. She needn’t have been su ch a it “ a You
rra n g e d th a t lie shall a.. 1 H
silly, anyhow !"
| c e r ta in sig n a l from you.”
°c ‘
••It will kill her!" pleaded Isabel.
,
“
No,
1
n
e
v
er
saw
Wm
before
in
ttT
• No it w on’t. People d on’t die so
easily," laughed Lucy.
••Heard th e new s a b o u t Miss L e n n y d o ^ " 11’ th e n ’ I d o n ’tb e lie ’ e /« te n
Seaiunn?" said Mrs. W ebb a t th e
£
hou<j.. b re a k fa s t ta b le t h e !
I h av e five d ollars to » » /I can.
She tool: advantage of th e e n tra n c e
'o f a custom er to slip o u t of th e little
wonting as she poured the coffee !
J h»ve » five tosayyou cauV
“ I t ’s s » a bet, 1S
is it? "
and liclpe , he egg8 n„ (l baCou a ro u n d .
“ I t is.’
Isabel looked g u iltily up.
T h e o th e r m an waited « few m
“ No," said she. “ W hat is it? "
m e n ts, u n til th e glance of the man r"
“ Fouud dead in h er c h e e r,” said Mrs.
fe rre d to fell on him, and then wit'h
Webb. “ A sm ilin' as happy as a child.
Some h e a rt tro u b le, th e doctor s a y s .” m uch d e lib e ra tio n , he drew forth hi
w a tc h an d looked at it.
Isabel drew a long b reath . So she
T h e m an across the aisle saw the
hail died and never k n ew how c ru e lly
she ha»l been deceived. She d rew m o v em en t an d in stan tly lifted ha own
w a tc h from liis vest pocket.
Mary Crane and Miss F elto n aside.
T h e m an w ho had bet he wouldn *
“G irls.” said she, “you m u st n ev er h a n d ed h is five-dollar bill over without
breathe a syllable of th is to anybody. a w ord, anil as th e other took it he re-
Let the secret die w ith th is poor little re m a rk e d :
woman.”
“ It n e v er fails. Look at your own
“ lint she died h appy a t la s t,” said
w a tc h and it is as catching as yawn
Mary, w ith th e te ars ru n n in g dow n h e r
ing. T ry it yourself on somebody."
checks, “ believing th a t h e r old s w e e t — P itts b u rg h Chronicle.
heart was com ing back to her.”
T w o on Cliauneey.
“ Yes, but th a t doesn’t ju stify o u r
cruelty," w hispered Isabel. And th en
H ere a re tw o stories about Chauncey
an d there the th ree g irls en tered in to a
M. D epew :
compact of secrecy.
A tra m p w ho w as given a dinner by
Miss Genevieve w as buried in a shady a k in d w om an started at it voracious
co rn er of the village cem etery, and on ly, w hen she stopped him and said: ’’hi
the very day of th e fu n e ra l Isa b el Islay th is fam ily it is alw ays the custom to
met a tall, bearded s tra n g e r w a lk in g invoke th e divine blessing before
along the s tre e t, scan n in g th e houses m e a ls.” “ W ell," said the tramp, “ni•
anil C hauncey Depew always talk best
with keen, troubled eyes.
’ Can yon tell m e.” said he, “ w here a f te r w e’ve e t.’
I saw a le tte r some time ago written
Miss Seam an lives—M iss G enevieve
Seaman?"
by th e s e c re ta ry of the national board
Isabel started .
of u n d e rta k e rs , who were about In
“ Miss Seam an w as buried th is m orn- j hold a co n v en tio n at Buffalo, askiu,'
:ng,’’ said she. “ Oh, I’m so s o rry ! W as C hauncey D epew for reduced rates i.i
c o n sid e ra tio n of th eir large number-.
she a friend of yours?"
They had stopped opposite th e little It w a s w ritte n on paper headed with
gate w here the w heel tra c k s of the th e title o f th e ir weekly publication
visibly. T he sign th e Sliroud, and concluded in these
“ M illiner ano Dress m aker" y e t creak ed w ords: “ If y o u should see fit to prant
in the wind, the red sun w as sin k in g o u r re q u e s t we shall be happy toexer-
lMdiind the low eaves, and Miss G en n y ’s eise to w a rd y ou professional reciproci
e at rubbed itself against the door sill as ty .” —D e tro it F ree Press.
if begging to be let in.
onr Color.
“ A friend ! ’ repeated the stra n g e r, as
E v en th e doctor, accustomed as be
he drew an old-fashioned m in ia tu re
w as to a ll s o rts of sights, could nut
from his pocket. “ See, here is h e r
picture! 1 ve w aited all these y e a rs to h e lp b u t n o tice th a t the girl witii
m ake a home for her and now —she is b ro w n h a ir an d blue eyes looked abso
lu te ly b e w itc h in g in her white robe#,
<lead!’’
ly
in g th e re am id a wreath of lui“
Isabel looked nt the picture. Good
d
ra
p e ry . W hen th e physician luul fel’
heavens! had Genevieve Seam an looked
h e r p u ise h e sm iled. “Only a fever,
as fair and dim pled and sm iling as th a t?
A rd the th o u g h t Unshed across h er he re m a rk e d , w ith a reassuring noil.
mind th a t it was well th a t Capt. G lea- R aisin g h e rs e lf upon her elbow» she
t»on had not been undeceived. “ Yes ’’ g la re d a t him . “ W hatkind of a fever'.’
sh e (leniapded. “ I should say —th*
»ho repeated softly, “ she is dead."
d o c to r w as still sm iling—"it whs #<'■>
“ And were you h er friend?"
le t fe v e r." W ith a groan she f"
“ Yes, 1 was h er frien d —a t feast ns
a m o n g th e pillow s. “ Oh dear —f-b
m uch ns anyone h ere," fa lte rin g ly w as on th e verge of sobbing—1 "be
ow ned Isabel, feeling like an im postor.
co u ld n ’t I hav e yellow fever? braru-t
“ T hen perhaps you can tell me som e —she tu rn e d h e r face to the wull—
th in g of her. 1 w anted to su rp rise h e r
a w fu lly unbecom ing to my compv*
— and now —”
" T h e n sh e declined to take wv
IDs voice whs choked, lie tu rn ed his
m
edicine
by w ay of wreaking ven
face away.
g e an c e on a c ru e l fate.—Detroit Tn
IsnKd told him, in alow , sw eet voice,
__ _
all th a t «he could—all th a t was good utie.
and cheering nnd h o p e fu l-.,,,,, Capt
FACTS ABOUT THE U. S.
(.leaaon went buck to the village hotel
I n 1890 4.559 new books were print»*1
w alk in g w ith his hands Ud.in.l hi^
in th e U n ited States.
b ck. and his head dr»
loopmg on
breast.
S ince J a n u a ry 1, th e cost of rtf’*
F o r the tune he tru ly m ourned th e in g a le tte r h as been reduced to
sw e e th e a rt of his youth, hut no one cents.
.
eun grieve forever. Moss grow> over
M okf . th a n 30,000 letters were p
the fallen tree: violets bloom over the in th e m ail Imxes of the I nit«H -
new made grave.
Miss Gene vieve last y e a r w h o lly w ithout address^8*
was d«>ud and buried, and w hen th-
W hen reapp»*mted to ■
^*,,f
next
'C . n ,T m"
» n -r
g o v e rn m e n t positions, the
,K.
a p t Gleaatm w u murriml t„ Isabel union soldiers an d sailors
.'
slay.
-w i
compelled to undergo a civil srrvirr
v K . l 'l '» n J .’n ’ r . ' . " ’
'” ’ r ><»r, '•>.
.... .
I ni .........
am in .. atio n .
k « » u ■ .» n il,, r ni* ii.Tt.,«. «1. .
tuippe," tbiMiJb,
i j ’ *!'.'1 mn,J*' lll*r
T iik tlrst five presidents tnf .
« will
in »1.--.
a i w n s ..
, s l. > i
r-ow
Ldward
ara ' » States
tä te » en
ended
d ed th e eir
tr terms
term s io»»*---
of •s’’rTh* . j .
b eau tifu l' l ’nt I i "
" ' an ^’onnK and six ty -six th y e a r of th e ir age. 3111. „
i
in K ansas ( itv Tim.-
i k l °n llu rst,
,
—Mr. Fuaay teoirairinfTbT. x»
1 * •
*»»»« « piano. " D , ? * ? , , ™ * ‘
«f th a t? " M ^ Pnni ¿u’
certain ly .” Mr. F usm » v - - u cii , sh v ’
plea.se let me have th e
’ ? i n<
lock it u p ” ______
..
second term , he also would h»
hia te rm in h it six ty -six tb year-
T he m a g n itu d e o f the state
u ,e n f s co llectio n of
be inferred from the f M A ^
000 tit,e s L ave been w rilt*
ncw
o f th e ra - s
an<* 111 i renting but tw o-thinlsof tlx w
lection.
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