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ST. HELENS, COLUMBIA COUNTY, OREGON, NOVEMBER 17, 1SS2,
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'S OLD MJISANCE."
Mind, I quote those three words.
They are none of mine. Ouly, thinking
over three or four equally appropriate
titles, I chose this one as being the
oddest, and I always had a fancy for odd
things. And now for my story.
Oa what my aunt (by marri ige) and
her family founded their claims to aris
tocracy I could never discover. My un
cle had been a merchant, it is true, and
one of considerable "prominence in his
day1, I have been told, and solial been
hU father before him, and his father's
father before that. That his business in
ts most prosperous time was intimately
connected with China is impressed upon
my Blind (I became an inmate of his
house when I was about six years old, iu
consequence of the death of both my
parents within a weeK of each other,
leaving me with no means of support
and no other relative) , by the fact that
every tirst of June saw bright new mat
tings laid on our floors, to remain there
until cold weather came pgain, and. that
our mautels and whatnots were decorated
with man' pretty, d linty little porcelain
cups, thin as egg-shells rarities in those
days, but iu tin.se plenty and cheap
enough.
Now, according to all I have learned
on the subject, real 1 &miun pure aris
tocrats look down on tra.de, even if on
the grandest scale, and never havo any
thing to do with it further than cnee in
a
while marrying one ot its sons or
daughters who have come into possession
of millions enough to offset the honor.
However, our family (I venture to in
clude myself, none of my cousins being
within hearing) assumed all the airs of
the blue bloods of the old country.
Eleanor, our second, wjrea look of
deep indignation for several days after a
manly, clever, good looking fellow, the
brother of one of her old schoolmates,
with a comfortable income, but who was
junior partner of a lirm keeping a retail
store on Sixth avenue, proposed for her
hand.
"The presumption of the man!" she
exclaimed, raising her arched eyebrows
in astonishment, and curling her full red
upper lip in scorn, "to imagine for a mo
ment that because I honored him with
my company to the opera two or three
times, I would marry him! If his busi
ness had been wholesale, it would
have been bad enough; but fancy a per
son who sells pins and needles by the
paper, and lace by the yard! Never! I
would die tirst."
Micerva, fourth, was equally horror
stricken at the effrontery of a young
book-keeper whom her brother Lawrence
had introduced into the family circle a
rare thing for one of her brothers to do,
for, like all other men, as far as my lim
ited experience goes, they scarcely ever
thought their companions good enough
to be the companions of their sisters
when he ventured to express his admira
tion for her. The young man soon after
succeeded to a very handsome property,
anfl became a great swell "a perfect
too-too," as I believe the fashionable way
of expressing it now is a kind of being
after Minerva's own heart; but th n she
was never invited to ride, behind his
fast horse, and what was much worse,
never again a.' ked to take the head of his
table".
And in like manner, the graceful and
enthusiastic professor of music, the
sont, good-natured proprietor of the ex
tensive iron works ("wholesale and re
tail") on the next block, the young
artist, who has since risen to wealth and
fame, and sundry others, all falling short
of the aristocratic standard set up by our
family, were snubbed by my lady cous
ins, aided by their brothers, and not
wholly unassisted by their mother.
I never had had at the time this story
comnienced-being then in n.yeighteenth
year a chance to snub any one; for,
lacking. the personal attractions of my
relatives; as well as their high-toned na
tures truth to tell, having decidedly
democratic tendencies I was kept in the
back ground on all occasions.
Let it be remarked in passing that
Eleanor eventually married, when quite
an old girl, a widower in the milk busi
ness very wholesale, however, and the
father of four children. At the same
time Minerva, a few years younger,
deigned to become the wife of and eld
erly bachelor, something or other in the
shoe manufactory. But they held their
heads as high as ever, and declared that
they had sacrificed themselves for the
family, uncle having failed for
the second time through no fault of his
o.vn, dear old man a few months be
fore the double wedding.
That their "sacrifice" was for the good
of the family I don't deuj'j but there
was left at home after their departure
- three old maids, a young one, and two
helpless young men, whof having been
brought up to do nothing, did it to per
fection. After the failure, uncle got a situation
as superintendent of one the many de
partments in the large establishment of
the gentleman who sold "pins and
needles by the paper, and lace by the
yard" (ho was now at the head of the
firm, an 1 had a pretty like wife and two
pretty children), and we dismissed one
of our servants, and were obliged to move
into a smaller house.
But, in spite of all our efforts at econ
omy, our income proved vastly inade
quate to our expenses, and this was the
cause of so muck bewailing and bemoan r
ing that our house seemed bereft of all
gladness and sunshine. And ono even
ing, after Ethel, our youngest daughter,
had burst into tears because Aunt had
declared it would be impossible to havo
ice-cream, wine jellies, and similar dain
ties every day for dessert for the suffi
cient reason that we could not afford
them, I ventured to suggest to the weep
ing damsel that if she found life posi
tively unbearable without the above
J mentioned luxuries ( all the Egberts, by
the way, were extravagantly fond of
good things to oat) she might crochet
some of the worsted articles she was in
the habit of making so artisically for
herself, and sell them to Mr. Lee
uncle's employer, I was about to siy,
when I was interrupted by a shrill
shriek ,
"Work for a store!" she cried, "I
would f-tarvo tirst."
"You wretched girl, how could you
think of such a thing!"' added my aunt.
"Ethel, my darling, calm yourself."
"It is not enough that strangers should
presume upon our poverty," joined in
Cleanthe. also frowning upon me. "but
one bound to us by the ties of blood,
though it must be confessed raoro alien
than manv a stranger would be. must
advance ideas that shock and wound us
Imagine" turning to her brother, llo-
land. who lav on the only lounge in the
ro m, complacently regarding himself in
the the mirror on the opposite wall
"that impertinent Mrs. Bradshaw coming
here this morning, with the air of doing
a kindness, to offer me a position as
'Great heavens!'
exclaimed Rol ind
springing to his
leet and the caue
must be a mighty one that brings Itolan.i
to his feet. "One of my sisters a teacher!
Good heavens!" and he went stamping
around the room in the new suit of
clothes aunt had paid for hy parting
with tier handsome pearl ring.
"Whatever is done, we can do noth
ing," sobbed Ethel.
"Of canrso not," replied Roland,
grandly; "the women of our family never
work."
I thought so myself, ; "Nor the men
either, except poor old; uncle, who is
fagging at a desk from morning until
night."
"But our income mist be increased,"
said Alethea, looking up from her novel,
and joining in the conversation for the
first time. Alethea was our eldest, and
still wore her hair in the, fashion of her
youth, a loose curl dangled over each
cheek-bone, being fully persuaded that
no other fashion was half so becoming
or graceful. j
"Discharge the chamber Maid," pro
posed Ethel, "und let Dorothea (I am
Dorothea) do her work, j It is about all
she is lit for. She never had a bit of
tine feeling or style about her."
"No. she never had; she always Would
bite her bread," sighed my aunt, "and
she has seemed sadly out of place among
my children. She comes of a working
race, and her ideas and tastes smack of
trade, trade, trade."
Idisjovered iu after years that my
aunt's grandmother on the maternal side
made a fortune out of tobacco.
"But discharging the chambermaid
won't help verv much," said Alethea.
"It will not,"" agreed Roland. "What
is saved thereby will no more than find
me in the little extras no society man
can do without." !
"Dear! dear!" aunt took up th" bur
den again, "could I have foreseen that
your father would have come down in
this way, I never would have married
him. i really don't know what is to be
done, unless we emigrate to jsoine conn
try place where we are unknown, and
where it don't matter how or in what
style we live." j I
"The country! screamed her children
iu chorus. "Better die at once:
I can't imagine where I got the cour
age to do so after my late sharp rebuffs,
but at this moment I bturted out some
thing that had been in my mind for sev
eral weeks.
"Why could not Alethea and Ethel
room together, and Alethea's room,
which is the pleasantest in the house, be
let to a lodger? one who would "
But here I paused abruptly. Alethea
had fainted iu the arms of my aunt, who,
glanciug at me over the top of her eldest
daughter's head, commanded me in her
deepest tone (aunt had rather a bass
voice) to leave th room immediately.
But in a short time. during which
things had been getting worse and worse,
and .we had been reduced to rice pud
dings for desert on weekdays and apple
tarts on Sundays, I was allowed to pre
pare an advertisement for the morning
paper in which was offered to "an elderly
gentleman, who must have excellent
references, a fine room in the house of a
family of refinement, who had never be
fore taken a lodger; for the privilege of
occupying which he would be expected
to pay a liberal equivalent."
I disapproved highly of the wording of
this call for help, but my aunt and
eoupitjs insisted upon its being couched
in the-e verv terms, and so 1 was com
pelled to jield, inwardly convinced th.it
it would bring no reply.
But it did. The very afternoon of
the morning it appeared in the paper, a
carriage with a trunk strapped on behind
drove up to our door. An old gentleman
got out, hobbled up our steps, and rang
our door bell.
"You must see him, Dorothea," said
my aunt, leaving the parlor, followed by
a train of her children. "It is your affair
altogether. I will have nothing to do
with it."
"We none of us will havo anything to
do with it," chimed in my cousins. "We
were not born with the souls of boarding
house keepers;" and away they sailed as
I opened the door to the second- a little
louder than the first -ring of tho
caller.
He was a short, slightly formed old
gentleman, with big bright black eyes,
bushy eyebrows, and a long white mous
tache and beard.
"You have a room to let?" he asked.
"I have," I answered, ushering him
into the parlor, where he glanced keenly
around, and then as keenly into my face,
while he announced in a decisive tone:
"I have come to take it. My luggage
is at the door. Be h' kind as to tell me
where to direct the man to carry it."
"But " I began in a hesitating way,
utterly confused by the stranger's
brusque, not to say high-toned manner.
" 'But me no buts,' " quoted the old
gentleman. "I am Amos Griffin, lately
from England, where I havo been living
for the last twenty jears. Since I landei
in New York a month ago to day, I have
been boaidiug at the St. Nicholas. But
where is your mother?"
I hastened to assure mm that 1 was
empowered to negotiate with him.
"Ah, indeed! Well, then, 1 11 go on,
though it appears to me you are rather
young for the business, .xou 'have
never taken a lodger before.' I am glad
of it, for reasons which it i$ not neces
sarv to explain. You want a 'liberal
equivalent for your nne room; I am pre
pared to cive it. lliat leaves only one
thing to be arranged. I should like my
breakfast at eight precisely every morn
ing."
"But we did not propose to give
breakfast.
"1 know you didn t; out I Ji givo you
anothtr 'liberal equivalent for it. You
can't be verv well off, or you wouldn't
taKe a lodger; and tho more liberal
eouivaleiitri vou cau get from him the
better. Will you be kind enough to show
me to n.y room?"
"Yes, sir," I replied meekly, com
pletely succumbing to tho big black
eyes and strong will power of the frail
lookiug old man, and totally forgetting
to a?k for the "references insisted upon
in the advertisement. Whereupon he
stepped to the front door and beckoned
to the man outside, who, taking the
trunk upon his back, followed him, as ho
followed mo, to the second story front
room.
"Ah," said our lodger, as he entered
it, "this is not bad - not at all bad."
And it wasn't. As I have said before,
it was the pleasantest room in the house,
and I had arranged it as prettily as I
could with the means at my command.
Fortunately this included a number of
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nice engravings ana vases, aua a capaci
ous bamboo chair with a crimson cush
ion, and a footstool of like color. And
tho fragrance of honeysuckles that stole
in at the window from tho bilcony, and
the two or three sunbeams that had
found their way through the half-closed
blinds, and danced in triumph on the
wall, and a half-dozen gayly bound
books (mine) on the mantel, and the ivy
growing lrom a reu pot on the oracKet
in the corner, all combined to mike tho
room a pleasant place indeed.
Mr. Uiiiliu had been our lodger ex
actly two years, during which I had pre
pared and superintended the serving of
his breakfasts, and taken the entire
charge of his room "as well as if I had
been brought up to that sort of ihing," I
as my cousin uieanthe remarKea; and
the rest of the family, with the exception
of uncle, who became quiie friendly
witk him, had only met him some dozen
times at which times they assumed
their most ditrnified dignity when he
was suddenly taken sick. '
"It 3 an old complaint thut will eariy-
me off' sometime," he said to me, "but I
iopo not this time. Anvhow, Little
Houestv." (a name he had given me
from the first I hope I deserved it!
live or me, x imenu 10 remain nere
Nowhere else could I be as comfortable
You must engage an extra servant, an
you and she together must nurse me
I should certainly die with a profes
sional. By-the-by, who is your family
phvsician'
I told him.
"If I am not better, send for him to
morrow. I am going out only a few
steps," meeting my look of surprise. "I
waut to see my lawyer, and I sha'nt take
to my bed for several days yet.
ihat alternoon, tamug care not to re
peat the old gentleman's exact words,
but putting his remarks irt the form of a
request to be allowed to remain, I stated
the case to the family.
"Going to be ill?" exclaimed Alethea.
"Dear me! how disagreeable!"
"I'm sure I don't want him to stay
he might die here," said my aunt, who
had the utmost horror of death.
"He's an old nuisance, however," pro
claimed Ethel, "and always has been,
and I blush that any relative of mine
should degrade herself so far as to be
come his servant' maid."
Here 1 will mentien that my cousin
Roland, a few weeks before this, had
married a young lady with a large for
tune, and out of this fortune he gener
ously proposed to make a liberal yearly
allowance, beside which came many
gifts from the married sisters, whose
husbands had prospered, and thereupon
had been obliged by their wives to share
their prosperity with us, that we might
live at least, as Minerva expressed it
"with elegant economy." Aud so we
were not entirely dependent upon our
lodger for desserts and several other
things. But to go back.
4Ho is not an old nuisance," said I,
indignantly, "fie is a kind-hearted old
man, and 1 am very fond of him."
'(food gracious!"
"Yes Miss Ethel," I went on, "I re
peat it, I am very fond of hiui, and if
my aunt will allow me I am sure my
uncle will I will take all the extra care
resulting from his sickness upon myself,
and no one else shall beannoyel in tho
least. After living beneath our roof for
two years and contributing so bounti
fully to our comforts you needn't glare
at me, Cleanthe, he has, for I am quite
certain no one elsewould have paid us
so liberally -it would be tho greatest in
gratitude, not to say cruelty, to send
him among straugers now that he most
needs oare and kindness."
"Are you quite through, Mis Rey
nolds!" asked my aunt, sarcastically. "I
had no idea yon were so eloquent, never
having heard you preach before. But
on one thing I am determined you
shall not call in our doctor to your pa
tient. Ho is a perfect aristocrat and has
no idea that we keep a lodger, and 1 do
not wish him to know it."
JLhere s a young saw-bones a few
doors below, drawled my youngest gen
tleman cousin, who resented my wait
ing upon any one but himself; "'he'll do
for your fine old nuisance."
. liiut wry eveuintf iur. ijrrimn uaci a
bad turn, and I sent for the "young saw
bones a few doors below," in great haste.
He proved to bo a Dr. Rice, a frank
looking, brown-haired, gray-eyed, broad
browed young man, with gentle voice
and quick light step. And the old gen
tleman, taking a great fancy to him, de
cided on retaining him a decision that
relieved me greatly, beariug in mind as
I did my aunt's oramaml in regard to
our family physician.
"And from that time for three months,
although very seldom confined to his
bed, our lodger ucver had a well day.
At the end of the three months, how
ever, he began to mend Hlowly, and at
the end of two more he was on his feet
again. And then he told me ho had
made up his mind to return again to
Engl und.
"I am sorry, very sorry, to part with
you," I replied, "but I suppose it is
right that you should go."
"Well said, Little Honesty. And now
let's begin to pack," said he.
Dr. Kice and I went with the old gen
tleman to tho steamer that was to carry
him away, and waved a last farewell to
him iu the midst of a crowd also wav
ing last farewells from the pier, as tho
vessel slowly moved out into the stream;
and then we returned to our respective
homes to read tho respective letters he
had placed in our respective hands with
his final good -by.
Mine 1 read in the privacy of nw own
room at first; and when Iliad partially
recovered from my astonishment and de
light, I fiew down stairs, called the fara
ily together, and read it to them. It was
as follows:
"Deah Littlf. Honksty: Had I died
which I didn't, thanks under God to
you and Dr. Bice I should havo left
each of my clear young friends ten thou
sand dollars in my will. But having
lived, I am going to do a much plea-
santer thing I am going to give them
the'' ten thousand at onca. My lawyer
will see vou to-morrow.
Amos Griffin.
"P. S. I have also left a slight be-
lnest to Miss Ethel Egbert. She will
find it on the lower shelf of tho closet in
the room I occupied when I was her
couun JJorothea s lodger.
Ethel for once forgot her graceful,
gliding step. She started hastily for the
stairs, but her younger brother was be
fore her, and she was fain to start back
as he slid down the baluster, anil lauded
in our midst with something in his arms.
It was a large framed photograph of
Amos Griffin; with a card attached bear
ing these words: "An excellent picture
of 'An Old Nuisance.'"
I married Dr. Rice.
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An Art'SlI; Yonng Lady's Roam.
People furnish their rooms now ac
cording to their caprices. The persouul
comes out. The rich literary young
lady fits up her room with furniture of
an antique pattern, with bookcases in
dark wood or oak, with a tiled fireplace
and brass andirons, a Venetian mirror,
and deep, luxurious rugs. She has rure
engravings and a Sevres writing table.
"Simple, but choice," ono says on en
tering. If she is a fashionable belle,
her room will be festooned with
pink or . blue silk, covered with
lace, or tufted satin let into tho
walls. Long mirrors well bound and
the furniture will be of ormolu. The
spirit of Pompadour breathes from the
interior; it is all roses and blue ribbons.
The artistic young lady has three im
portant caprices a bunch of peacock's
feathers, a brass pot full of, cattails and a
medieval candlestick. These are the
essentials. Japanese fans as a matter of
detail; an easel, a few straightbacked
chairs, a brown curtain embroidered
with sunflowers and a Persian cat. With
all the stiffness and the preference for a
certain dirty yellow which has become
the passion of the followers of Cimabue
Brown, these modern esthetes do some
times make very pretty rooms. They
are quaint and individual, but there is
no doubt that the "high artistio craze"
has produced some very ugly effects.
The severe stiffness of the cattail has
entered much into modern embroidery.
Every one feels for the stork which has
stood so long on one leg.
" The lilies lank an 1 wan,
Kach storl an 1 suull ;wer spray."
all are stiff and dismal. They are the
pendants to the "lean disciples of Burne-
Jonea." The Postlethwaites and Ban-
thornes and their female adorers look
like a stork on one leg. The hero of a
modern esthetic comedy says, as the
highest synonym of despair, " I feel like
a room without a dado.
It is one of the pleasantest caprices of
modern luxury that women havo their
bedrooms and boudoirs furnished in col
ors which will set oil their favorite
dresses, and add. china to match the
bedroom.
Tho faculty of Purdue College, in In
diana, decided that the Greek letter so
cieties wielded an evil influence over the
students, and accordingly demanded
from them a pledge to withdraw from
membership, on pain oS dismissal. The
boys refused, a test case was made in
the court, aud the studeuts upheld on
he ground that the faculty had assumed
unwarrantable authority. It is said that
the faculty will take the case into th
United States Supreme Court.
A young man in Western Illinois ad
vertised for a wife, his sister answered
he "ad," and now the young man
hinks there is no balm in advertise
ments, while the old folks think its
pretty hard to have two fools in the
family Boston Post.
Banker's Daughter.
ver chapel is the tomb and
marble effigy of that beautiful woman,
Philippina j Welser, whose photogranh
you see in! all the shop windows of
Innspruck.j Her eyes were divine, it is
said, dark blue, her hair golden chest
nut, and the skiu so transparent that
tue reu wine couiu oe seen as it ran
down tho lovely throat." In the photo
graph her beautiful face rises up, like a
lovely flower, out of a Ligh ruff, a su
perb jeweled collar, with pendant
jewels is bound close about the high-
roouuted Deck of the rich dark velvet
robe; the hair is parted and rolled back
from a high, broad, intelligent forehead
that has nothing Ureek about it, but is a
clear, goodJ Anglo-Saxon brow; on tho
head is a net cap
maue oi small gold
rosettes, with pearls, and a jeweled bor-
uerarouuujr. xue arcil OI tue ueiicate
aye -brows is perfect; th eyes have a be
mionmg expression mac is both cour
ageous and pleading; she had a
shapely nose, a lovely mouth
and chin, and an expres
sion of dignity. rennement. and
genueuess; penecc womaniy loveliness
1 ' W I
of a woman j who was the most beautiful
of her day, and whose romantic history
has inspired many a poet and dramatist.
She was the 'daughter of a rich Augsburg
banker. Ferdinand, nephew of Charles
V., fell madlv in love with her. and tbesr
were married secretly. She was the
mother of two sons, whose portraits you
can &ee at Ambras.the charming castle on
the Mittlegebarge mountain slopes, a
short distance from Innspruck, where
Phillippina aud Ferdinand spent their
long, happy married life. The eni
perpor Ferdinand was naturally very
angry at this marriage, but during one of
his visits to Innspruck,the lovely woman
came with her two young boys and
begged him p forgive her. History tolls
a pretty, touching story how he had
only to look at Philippina to justify his
son. When Ferdinand the emperor,
died she lost her best and most power
ful friend. Her mother-in law was for
ever taunting her. So one morning the
poor woman) lay down in her bath-tub
and drowned herself in order that her
dear husband might marry a royal wife.
You can see the bath room at Schloss
Ambras, but the custode denies th
legend I am happy to sy, rfnd I am un
willing to believe it. Her husband the
Count of Tryol, mourned her loss. Tra
dition says he was frantic with grief and
built the beautitul Siberne chapel where
each lie buried. True, he married again
only two years after her death, and his
second wife was one of his own rank, the
laughter of Duke William, of Mantua;
but he never lived again at Schloss Ara
bras. Insdruck Correspondence Bos
ton Advertiser.
Th" Khergy that buccecds.
The energy that wins sncces begins
to develop vory early in life. The char
acteristics of the boy will commonly
prove those jof the man, and the best
characteristics of young life should be
encouraged and educated in the wisast
possible manner. The following story
strongly illustrates this truth:
About thirty years ago, so id Judge
P , I stepped into a bookstore" in
Cincinnati in: search of some books that
I wanted. While there, a little ragged
boy of twelve years of age came in and
inquired for a geography.
"Plentv of Ithem," was tho salesman's
reply. i
"How much do they cost?"
"One dollar, my lad."
"I didn't know they were so much."
He turned to go out, and even opened
Ihe door, but closed it again aud came
back.
i
"could you let me have a geography,
and wait a lit
money?"
le while for the rest of the
how eager
his little bright eyes
looked for
dn answer, and how he
seemed to shrink
within his ragged
I clothes, when the
man, not very Kiuuiy.
told him he could not. The disappointed
little fellow looked up at me with a very
poor attempt to smile, and left the store.
I followed and overtook bim.
" And what now?" I asked.
" Try another place, sir.""
" Shall I g6 too, aud see how you suc
ceed?" I
" Oh, yes, if you like," he said in sur
prise. :
Four different stores I entered with
him, and each1 time he was refused.
" Will you 'try again?' I asked.
" Y'es sir; I shall try them all, or I
should not know whether I could get
one. t
We entered the fifth store, and the
little fellow walked up manfully and told
the gentleman just what he wanted and
how much he had.
" You want the book very much?"
asked the proprietor.
"Y'es, -very much."
" Why do you waut it so very much?"
" To study, !sir. I can't go to school,
but I study when I can at home. All the
boys have got one, and they will get
ahead of me. Besides, my father was a
sailor, and I want to learn of the places
where ke used, to go.''
"Well, my lad, I will tell you what I
will do; I will let you have a new
geography, and you may pay me the le
mainder of the money when you can, or
I will let you have one that is not quite
new for fifty cents."
"Are the leaves all in it, and j'ust like
the other, only not now?"
"Yes, just like the new one."
"It will do, j'ust as well, then, and I
will have eleven cents left towards buy
ing some other books. Iam glad they
did not let me have one at the other
places." 'I
Last year I jwent to Europe on one of
the finest vessels that ever plowed the
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In the Si
waters of the Atlantic. We had very
beautiful weather until rery near the end
of the voyage; then came a terrible
storm that would have sunk all on board
had it not been for the captain. Every
spar was laid low, the rudder was almost
useless, and a great leak had shown it
Belf, threatening to fill the ship. Tuj
crew were all strong, willing men, and
the mates were all practical seamen of
the first class; but after pumping out for
one whole night, an t tho water still gain
ing upon them, they gave up in despair
and prepared to take the boats, though
they might havo known no small boat
could live in such a sea.
The captain who. had been below
with a chart, now came up. He saw how
matters stood, and with a voice that I
distinctly heard above the roar of the
tdm nocf -n-.i Q .,-, i n
"T will 1ni t ua iJtir i
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you
men.
He did moor us safely, but tho vessel
sauk moored to the dock. The captain
stood on the deck of the sinking vessel.
receiving the thanks and blessings of the
passengers as they passed down the gang
p ank. As I imssftd Iia rrrftinA,1 l.v
"Judge
do you recognize
met '
I told him I was not aware that I ever
saw him until I stepped aboard of his
vessel.
"Do you not remember that bov in
Cincinnati?"
"Very well, sir; William naverlev."
"I am he," he said. "God bless
you!
And Go Y bless noble Captain Ha
verley. A Meeple Climber Hanging In Mld
far Above the Cirouud.
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"The longer you live the more you
find out," remarked Mr. Joe Weston, the
steeple-climber, to a couple of newspaper
men lately. "I had an accident lately
which taught me something."
"What was it?" wa3 the simultaneous
inquiry.
"It was a curious one. You see I was
on . top of St. Paul's spire on Spring
street. We had rigged ropes to removo
the planks of the scaffolding. The way
we do that is to fasten a block to a post
or tree on the other side of the street,
and another to the steeple, and splice the
ends of the rope together to make an
endless rope of it. If yon fasten to
it anything you want to send below
the weight of the load takes it down.
I had tied the last plank to the rope,
and it was going down. I were a
handkerchief tied loosely aronnd my
throat. The wind blew out an end of
it and it caught on the removing rope
and wrapped around it. I was imme
diately caught up, first tho handker
chief and then my beard passing into tho
block. Now, if I i ad an assistant in the
street below he would have noticed the
plank stop .when I was caught that way,
and as he could not see anything wrong
above he would have pulled on the rope.
Then I should hav been choked to
death by my handkerchief and my beard,
and part of my face would have been
torn off. Persons in the street below
would have noticed, perhaps, that I was
very quiet, bat they would not have
suspected that I was hanging by my
neck.
"That pull stretched me eighteen
inches. As soon as I realized the trouble
I reached below, and taking hold of the
rope, pulled back on it until my hand
kerchief came out the sheave, and. I
dropped onto tho hooks below. I could
barely touch them with my feet."
"Do you mean to say that you had
nothing but hooks to stand on?"
"Yes, the hooks on the scaffold.
You see, we had sent all the planks
below. I wis saved by the skin,of my
teeth." Cincinnati Enquirer.
At Brlghani Young's Grave.
They say that Brigham Young's grave
is looking as bare and desolate as a boul
evard now. At first, while her grief was
fresh, the widow used to march out there
five abreast, and just naturally deluge
the grave with scalding tears, and at
that time the green grass grew luxuri
antly and the pigweed waved in the soft
summer air; but as she learned to control
her emotions tho humidity of the atmos
phere disappeared and grief's grand irri
gation failed to give down.
We should learn from this that the
man who flatters himself that in marry
ing a whole precinct during life he is
piling up for the future a large invoice
of ungovernable woe is liable to get left.
The prophet's tomb looks to day like a
deserted buffalo wallow, while his widow
has dried her tears aud is trying to make
a mash on the Utah commission. Such
is life in the far West, and such the fit
ting resting place of a red-headed old
galvanized prophet who marries a
squint-eyed fly-up-the creek, and after
wards gets a special revelation requiring
him to marry & female mass meeting.
Let us be thankful for what wo have
instead of yearning for a great wealth of
wife. Then the life insurance will not
have to be scattered so, and our friend
will be spared the humiliating spectacle
of a bereft and sorrowing herd of widow,
tutued loose by the cold hand of death
to monkey o'er our tomb. Bill Nye.
It is stated that when a young man in
General Robert Toombs' presence ob
jected to Milton's "Paradise Lost," that
it was obscure, Toombs said with pity;
"Milton was blind; he couldn't see to
write for fools."
Plantation Philosophy Laziness iz de
mother of promises. Der man what tries
ter bo a boy ain't got half as mnch senRe
as de boy what tries to be a man. De
man wid eddycation ain't got nigh as
mach excuse for tellin a lie as de iguo
rant man, 'cose de lamed man b&b got a
bigger range of truth.