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BY MlfiY A. DAVIS.
A long farewell, old year, to tbce.
With thy days of sorrow, tby dajsofglet;
We part with thee regretfully.
Row many who k reeled ui witb thy dawu,
lu life's twilight any. in the Hush of morn.
From their place iu our circU to-day r gone
Oa the lone hillside, 'ueath the cypress bough.
Their life worts c-iiert, they are sie pin uow,
The seal of death ou each palli l brjw.
Perchaao erelong ws, too. may stand.
Wllh fil'ur, heart sad puwer e-a baud,
Bvide me gale or iht- mltnt iatd.
What prorolee of iif would we leave unbroken?
What woids we hve said would we have uu-
Wbttsuall we ak for as a sign or token?
To-day let the noble ded be wrought.
To-dnT ba uttered the kiad:y thought.
To dy be tte precious ickt u sought.
We are sweeping on with life's rufditntr river
Oar hail boat thrills like ah anpeu's quiver
On to the to of the vat forever.
Wouldnt tbou, fellow-sailor, the storm outride?
t bouse the MigUty cue ait iby frieud aud guide,
ror me rsgmg torrent is ueep aud wide.
Wreck not thy hopes on the shifting sand.
Nor s ay t&e course oa an earthly siraud.
beekxhou a port in the better land.
There' a fount thy noul-thind to allay.
There aro loved that pasa not from thy grasp
Soon ha!I the weaty there flu J re'.easo.
boon shall tae soui'a de-p yearning cease,
In jay unending, and perfect peace.
Farewell, old year, a elai farewell;
Iby faint y dying echoes teli.
We are rtrarlcg lb land where our fund hopes
A WILD HIDE.
We bad been living in Ireland for
about two years, and every day I re.
gretlcd the time niore and more when iny
husband had decided to leave England
and come over to manage his propertyt
which was bitnated in one of the most
lawless and disaffected counties.
Fenianism was rife, and heartily I
wished we were away and over the water
again, at least nntil these troubled days
had given place to better and more
peaceful times, and now that the long,
dark winter afternoons an 1 evenings had
set in again, I used to sit and watch
anxiously for my husband's return; when
w a a a
j-iionei wouia come in looking uneasy
and moody, and kept his revolver al
ways loaded, though he never told me
that he suspected danger, and made light
of it for my sake.
Oh! it was a wretched, miserable time,
and I can never forget it. I remember
so well how the crash came at last, and
how the volcano burst 'forth that had
been smouldering so long. We were sit
ting at breakfast one morning when the
letters were brought in, and after hand
ing them the bearer stood fidgeting
about. Lionel looked up.
"That will do, Delaney, and tell John
to bring the dog-cart around in half an
"Lionel, I don't like that man," I said,
after he had left the room. "I am sure
he is a spy. I wish yon would get rid
"Oh, the fellow is right enough. It
is his brother, you know, that I am eo
ing over to court about to-day."
"What is it?' I exclaimed, as Lionel
got up suddenly, looked vexed and an
noyed, and tbresv a letter in the fire.
"Lionel, is it another of those dreadful
"Yes, warning me against giving evi
dence against Delaney to-day. What is
the country going to do? But there; I
ought not to have told you it will
frighten you into tits."
"Lionel, you must not go today in
deed, indeed, you must stay at home;
they may mean what they say. Oh,
promise me you won't go."
"Nonsense absurdity; Winifred .don't
be so foolish. Why, dear, these are all
empty threats. But once show the white
feather and they will be ten times worse.
You foolish little wife," he added tend
erly, "and so you worry and fret your
self when I'm away, expecting me home
on a shutter, I suppose. Well, don't sit
up for me to-night, for after the trial is
over I am going to dine at Col. Arbuth-.
not's and won't be homo till late. Now
I must be off."
A few loving word?, and then I stood
watching him drive down the avenue,
turning now and then to wave a farewell.
I was only half satisfied, aud was wish
ing he had not, gone. After lunch I
went to take some wine to the lodge
keeper's child, who was quite ill. It
was late whm I started, and the sun was
setting behind the mountain, shedding a
flood of crimson light over the golden
glories of the fading day. 1 stayed there
nntil quite dark, when I started for
Suddenly hearing footstep, I paused;
nearer and nearer they came, and then
through the darkness I could see two
men approaching, talking in low, earn
est tones. Sick with terror I drew back
behind a large tree, for one of the men
was Delaney. At first they spoke in low,
earnest tones, but by degrees their voices
were raised, and at latt Delaney, raising
his hand, exclaimed with a vehemence
that made me shudder.
"I tell you, if h's done at all. it must
be done to-night. What's the use of
talking, man? It's acts, not words, we
want. He passes the cross-roads to
night, coming home from the colonel's a
mile beyond, by the common and chalk
pit. It's a lonely Epot there's our
place. Be there when the moon is up,
and mind, no mistake this time."
He laughed, actually laughed, as he
planned and plotted the deliberate and
cruel murder of my husband, who had
been a good and kind master to him. At
last they parted, Delauey hurrying back
iu the direction of the house, with a last
injunction to his accomplice not to fail;
and after waiting a long time, ta make
sure that he was gone, I went slowly
home and reached my room unobserved.
There I matured and laid my plans de
liberately and carefully, for it was life if
I succeeded, and oh! far worse than
death if I failed. So I dressed as usual,
and, . though every scrap of color had
left my- face, and I knew I could not
subdue all expression of the horror, that
1 felt, I preserved an outward calmness,
' and went on down to the dining-room, as
though the man standing behind my
chair had not, only two short hours be
fore, planned to take my husband's life.
. How I got through I know not, bat
the meal was over at last. Still I could
do nothing until Delaney left the house
and started on his deadly errand. My
plan was this: I
When he had gone I intended to go
down to the stable, get the horse and
ride to Col. Arbuthnot's, trying to reach
it befoio Lionel had started oa his way
It was a daring step, but the only
chance; lonely and isolated, we were
miles from any town, and no help was
possible. I should have to ride hard.
and, to avoid being discovered and
Ftopped, I must make a long round,
which would take me many miles out of
mv way. At last the time to act had
- -V . L 1 . A I ,
come, uoianey must, uave si&riea long
ere this, and the servants would be at
up per. The clock was striking nine as
I left the room. Going upstairs quickly
I put on ray habit and stepped out.
it was a clear, origni nignt, wiin moon
rising over the dark tree tops and shin
ing coldly over the glossy evergreens.
casting ghostly weird shadows across the
path. I reached the yard and saw, to
my alarm, a light in th harness room.
Without taking time to hesitate or think
I advanced softly and, peeping in, saw.
to my great relief, that it was : only the
stable boy engaged in rubbing up the
harness. Opening the door, I stood be
fore the astonished lad, who gazed with
wide open eyes as though I had been an
"Christie, I said, "saddle itineman as
quickly as possible. I want him."
"Sure, ma am, you re not going out
"Yes, I am. Quickdo as I tell you.
Burning with impatienoe, I watched
him getting oat Rifleman, and then, as 1
was about to nionnt, catching sight of
the wonder and surprise oa Christie's
face, an idea struck me, and sending him
back in the stable on some pretext, I
locked the door and took the I key. No
one knew where I was; it would be a long
time before he could make himself heard
no matter how loudly he called, for the
vard was a long way from the bouse. In
another minute X was oa Rifleman and
cantering swiftly down the avanue and
nnt on th Arwn ronil.
"Kifieman, I said, stroking nis glossy
neck, "it rests with yoa to save your
master. You must do yoar best, for the
time is short.
Away we went, keeping well in the
shadow of the trees which skirted the
road; the soft grass muffled the sound of
the horse's hoofs, and faster, yet faster,
I urged Rifleman to his topmost speed,
for what if t were alreadjr too late? The
moon was nearly high in the ' heavens,
and I knew the hour was rapidly ap
proaching. It was a ride for life, and on
we rode with fearful rapidity.
What if Lionel were on bis way al
ready? Oh, for the strength to keep up
a little longer i Toe entranoe gates as
Col. Arbuthnot's stood wide open, and
with courage in my heart I galloped up
to the house. The door was opened by
the colonel himself, who hurried out in
"My husband is he here! ' I gasped.
"No; he has just left not more than
ten minutes ago I think; but what has
'Too late ! too late !" I cried. "They
have killed him 1 Oh, Lionel 1 Lionel !'
They tried to stop me, but I broke
- a. a- . a 0 TT
away. ruere uiignt oe time yet, u a
rode hard and fast. My horse might die
in the attempt what mattered it? It
was life or death now. and away again.
thundering down the avanue I went,
heedless of cries and entreaties to come
Stopping one moment to listen, I heard
far ahead the rumbling sound of wheels;
it seemed to endow me with hew life and
s'rength to keep up, to struggle oa a lit
tle longer, but poor Rifleman was almost
done for. He still labored on, answering
whip and reia to the last.
Gathering up all my energies for a last
effort, I urged Rifleman once more to a
gallop, and, sweeping round a corner,
saw, with a wild gleam of joy and hope.
my husband's dog-cart slowly ascending
a long, steep hill, right in front, the foot
of which on the other side was the spot
where the mnrderers were in waiting.
Every yard of ground was of value now.
I tried to call out.but only a feeble cry
escaped my lips, and still running, with
a kind of strength and determination
born of despair, I pushed on, till sud
denly all grew dim and indistinct. I
was conscious only of a great and terri
ble darkuess rising tnd hiding my hus
band from my sight ; struggling on
blindly with outstretched hands I stag
gered a few steps, and then with a last
wild wau of Lionel Lionel ! fell
senseit-s-t upon the earth, my last desire
beinsr to save him. Was my effort all iu
When I opened my eyes again I found
myself in a cottage, in the bright glare of
a tire, with a crowd of eager and fright
ened sympathizers around, and Lionel
bending, white and anxious, over me. Ife
was enough to know that he was safe to
cling tifchtly to him and feel his strong,
protecting arms around me and weak,
tired and exhausted ax I was j I fainted
It had been a very narrow escape after
all. Lionel had just reached the top of
the long hill when he heard my cry, and .
driving hastily back, had found me, to
his great astonishment, lying insensible, j
and Rifleman standing beside me. . -
Presently Col. Arbuth not, who had fob-!
lowed- in hot haste, had come up, and j
they had carried me into the cottage, j
wondering greatly what it meant. And I j
told my story. -
II ad I been a minute later, in- all
probability I should never have heard his
voice again. 1
Delaney waited in rain that night, and
whether he guessed or suspected that his
plot had been disaovered was not known,
for ere morning had dawned he fled and
succeeded in making bis escape from the
country. Lionel and Col. Arbuthnot did
all they could to have him brought to
justice, but in rain he was never heard
of since. '(
We left Ireland before Christmas, for
I could not bear to stay there after all I
had gone through, and I never wish to
see it again. As for. Rifleman, I will
never part with him; the good hftxse that
carried me so well that memorable night
shall have a happy home and end his
days in peace; but for him I would not
have won that terrible raoe.
WHO WOX I
. Ting a-ling-ling! goes the school bell,
and bat and ball are tossed in their re
spective places, the bat on the ground
and the ball in Tim Carnahan's pocket,
and with whoop and jostle the rosy,
panting crowd make their way into the
school house of Maple Grove that is,
all with one exception, naughty Percy
Smith remains out in the yard, seated on
a stone of rather large dimensions, whist
ling and whittling a stiok, his eyes glow
ing in sullen anger.
"Charlie Clark, go and tell Percy
that I say for him to come into school
Belle Garland issues this order calmly
and in firm tones, but her cheeks flame
and her timid heart flutters in spite of
all her efforts to appear calm; for she
realizes the struggle before her the
straggle that began some time back, and
now promises to reach a climax for good
or for ill.
The grinning urchin returns in a min
ute and reports to Misa Belle.
"He says he don't have to."
A titter runs over the school, and the
red dies out of the teacher's face, leaving
it white and sad.
"Very well, we shall see. He must
obey me or leave the school."
And then the afternoon's work begins
By-and-by Percy deigns to come in,
and walks pompously to bis seat, takes
it with a rude thump, and throws av- de
fiant, mocking glance upon his comrades;
for Percy is the squire's son, and the
bully of "the school. -
"Percy," says his teacher, quietly but
firmly, "you cannot come here and diso
obey me; either take your books and go
home, or quietly submit to my rules and
But Percy remains stubbornly in his
seat, strumming lightly on the desk witb
his fingers, his cool, daring, handsome
eyes regarding her in contemptuous
Perceiving the nselessness of trying to
deal with her incorrigible pupil, as soon
as school is dismissed she tarns her steps
in the direction of the home of Squire
Smith, who is one of the school direct
ors, and the one who insists on his own
"Percy came by his domineering spirit
honestly," Miss Garland thinks, as she
walks slowly and sadly on her disagree
But Percy has reached home in ad
vance, and the squire is not in the most
accomodating of moods "when bUs is an
"Keep my boy out of school ? No,
ma'am ! No, indeed ! We Jiired you to
teach our school, and we expect you to.
govern it also. If yon are not capable
better resign. We can get another
teacher easily enough," he said brusque
ly ad heartlessly:
"But how can I control suoh large
boys as Percy when they set their heads
in defiance of my rules? How can I,
without the assistance of the school di
rectors, to see that my orders are en
"I ain't a-teaohin', and don't want to
be bothered about it. I think you'd bet
ter give it up; you're too yoang and not
calculated to deal with oar boys, it ap
pears." "Not alone-r-no, sir. But you will
please sign me a receipt for the money
due me. 7
Out in the dark, dreary twilight she
passes, a dull pain in her heart, and in
dignant tears in her eyes for the cruel
treatment she has received.
Somebody opens the gate for her ;
it is Percy himself ; and lookirg him
full in the eyes, she exclaims, impetn-
'I suppose you are satisfied now !
You have won. Will the knowledge of
my defeat make you any happier, and the
thought of the little sister and widowed
mother, who have only thia' extending
her receipt "between them and want
make your sleep sounder and sweeter?"
And she is gone.
With a shame-faced, hanging head,
Percy remains beside the open gate a
moment, quite motionless ; this is a dif
ferent view from his first idea of getting
the teacher turned off. -
"Poor little girl! It is too bad. I
have acted like a coward but I didn't
think. I ought to have thought, for I'm
the oldest by. two months; only I never
was poor. I don't see what can be done
Pondering long and deeply, a sudden
light irradiates his countenance, and he
hurrifwr into, the house, and donning a
warm suit, he harnesses his father's fast
est horse to the buggy and drives swiftly
away. ' :
f . ,.
The rain beats in 'blinding sheets on
the window panes of Widow Garland's
tiny cottage, and Belle, sitting by the
small fire, clasps her hands in her lap
Her mother raises her sad eyes an id
stant, and says:
" Better keep on with your sewiug :
even at eight cents a piece, it is better
'Yes, but it makes my side ache to
sew so steadily. Uu, mother, I cannot
forget that man's injustice," said poor
A knock at the door. It is only the
postman with a letter, which Belle takes
in surprise, noticing the strange oncog
"Why, what is this? Why. mother.
it's an offer from Prof. Strang of a posi
tion in his school, and the salary is six
hundred dollars ! Oh, mother, am I
It is no dream, and Belle Garland is a
year iu her pleasant position ere she
learns whose influence obtained for her
"None other than your naughty pupil,
Percy Smith," explained Prof. Strong,
smiling at her astonished face. "He is
my nephew, and pleaded your cause so
nably that I could but give you a trial,
and L am more than satisfied. Percy
it now in college, making fine progress,
and thoroughly ashamed of hiold mis
Three years later a fine looking, dark
eyed young man calls upon Belle and
humbly asks" her forgiveness.
"I forgave you long ago, she says,
with a bright blush, for it is bard to
reoonoile this handsome, courteous gen-
tleman with her old pupil; "and though
I suffered at first, my reward was great
"I no'oflly want "3 our forgivenesp," a
little later he pleads, "but something
warmer . I think I loved you from the
first.bat never tally realized it until yon
rendered?16 80 ashamed of myself by
those few indlgoat words at the gate. I
have a beautiful2" "
my profession, a? : s
a little. Belle, v ery
h lT- . -1 '
auu rroi. oiiouy o uu as
"I thought sj," he saiiy, wviii a sly
twinkle in his eyo. "I am no bad for
tune teller, and read the signs excellent
ly. But may you ever be happy.".
And Percy won, after all, aa he is fond
A Strang1- Story.
""Strauge stories have from time to
time been related about jewels, rings aud
even watches, found in fishes when
caught and opened, and subsequently
returned to their owners. Whether
these stories are true or not. 1. of
course, can hot say, but JV vouch for'the
entire truth of the following, related by
a clergyman, nimseii the-hero of the
story, to m wondering circle of listeners.
Though expectant of something strange
as a finale, they were by no means pro-
-i .i i i ,i ?
"It was one summer twilight," ssid
he, "standing on a rustic bridge which
spanned a well known trout stream
near my iatner s nouse, x won irom a
girl the promise to be my wife.
She was something of a coquette, and I
had a rival in the field; so to make the
matter sure to myself, and evident to
him and others, I drew from her hand a
ring which she had often declared she
would only give to her betrothed lover.
and transferred it to my own linger.
" 'It was my mother s engagement
ring,' she Raid half in earnest and half
playfully, and thera is a superstition
connected with. it. So long as you keep
and wear it, we are engaged; but if yon
lose or part witn it in any way, tne en
gagement is broken."
"Some weeks after she went away on
a visit, and then my great consolation
was to haunt the spot on the bridge
which had been our trysting place. Onoe.
leaning over the) railing and thinking of
our betrothal, I took from my .finger the
treasured; ring, and gazing fondly on the
initials hers as well as her mother's
engraven within. In attempting to re
place it, the golden circlet fell from my
grasp and disappeared in the waters be
low. - - - -.
"Only a lover under similar circum
stances can imasrine how I fel.Dar.and
flight I jaoraed-, iaoonsolate, my lost
treasure; and my great dread was her re
turning and finding the ring missing.
Yet strange to Htaj, I hod a singular pre
sentment or intmtton that I should some
day recover it though by what means I
had no idea. 1
"Not long after, fishing in the same
stream, some distance below the bridge.
I fell to thinking qf my lost ring. If I
Could only fish it Up, and just then there
was a quiver, a tug, a pall and a Strug-
fie at my line, and , after some play
drew out a fine Marge trout. At the
sight of him the thought suddenly and
unaccountably came to my mind that the
ring-my lost ring was to be found
within his body. I caanot accouut for
the feeling, but I know that it was
heightened into almost a conviction
when, upon grasping the victim, I per
ceived on a portion, of hy bedy a singu
lar protuberance, and felt there beneath
the skin something like a' bard, foreign
"I seized my large pocket clasp knife.
Eagerness made me cruel yet not more
so than if I had left my victim to die a
slow and lingering death. I cut off his
head, and then, with trembling hands,
ripped open his body, and explored the
suspicious . protuberance. My knife
grated against something hard, and
I caught the glitter of some shin
ing substance! Imagine my feelings,
when, with a beating heart and trem
bling hand I drew forth "
"The ring, unole?" breathlessly in
. "No, my dear. Only a piece of green
The general consternation and indig
nation may be imsgined.
Even ugly womei admit that beauty is
their sex's most powerful weapon; thvy
like to see it exert a force, and when it is
great, so to speak; beyond criticism, ad
mire it with genuine heartiness hearti
ness as real as that which ..men show in
their admiration for strength manifested
in any conspicuous way. It is usual to
say that women decry beauty, bat this is
a blunder, caused by stretching instan
ces into law. Of sources of success, wo
man grudge beauty tho least. They may
deny it is beauty, but if they admit it
they are content. If a man makes a
messalliance for the sake ef beauty, so
ciety forgives him readily. To this very
hour the deep feeling of women for the
French empress, though founded, of
course, on pity, is greatly assisted by
the recollection among the middle-aged
of a triumph so conspicuous, and so vis
ibly owing to personal charms. This
kind of female interest is universal, and
extends in a more languid degree to men
who find ia any national appreciation of
beauty not only the charm which springs
from kinship in taste, but an excuse for
a secret imbecility, a ' powerlessness in
the presence of the attraction, which
they resentand feel. We wonder, if
besides all thta. there is any residium of
the old Greek feeling that beauty was a
dear good itself, a harmony, something
which indicated that the gods of nature
were not essentially and at heart hostile
to man. Many artists say so, and to
judge by the extent of feeling, almost of
pious feeling, excited by the beauty of
scenery the positive esteem felt for
Switzerland, for instance, for being- so
beautiful a jplace the feeling should be
When Fenelon's library was on fire,
"God be praised," he exclaimed, "that
is not the dwelling of some poor man!"
This is a true spirit of submission on
of the most beautiful traits that can pos
sess the human heart.
The Detroit Post and Tribute of a late
date contains the following:
"Let me tell you," said w lady in this
cityin conversation with a representa
tiveofthe Pot and Tribune, "it is a
great mistake to treat 'the girl' as if she
were bo me kind of aa animated machine.
All possibilities are in the power of the
hired girl. She can get u and leave on
washing day, or when you have company
and make yoa utterly wretched, or
she can condescend to stay and pour the
oil ' of peace on the troubled wateis.
There are well-bred people in this city
at least they call themselves well-bred
who will shut the door coolly in the face
of hired help, remain at tho table helf
hour after they have finished eating, and
likely as not leave no tea i a the teapot
and no meat on the dish, so if the hired
f girl has not thought of herself she gets
no meal at all, or a cold one, . , -"Why
does the girl s.ay in such a
"She does not; and then the lady has
a long story to tell of ingratitude and
improvidence aud'what no . I can tell
you that the more real kind ness and con
sideration the mistresssho wb, the better
help she will have. We have had one
girl for three years, and I am sure she
could not be induced to leave us. If I
go to a lunch party or a co tnpany out, I
tell Kitty when I come hoi ne all about
it. One Deed never desce ad to gossip
with their help, but that is something
quite different. A friend if mine once
asked me how I kept my girl in her
place. I told her I though ; I did it by
making her platce my plai-e part of the
tim, and interesting mysel : in her asso
ciates. I must tell yon at out-her first
call on me. I had a young lady visiting
me who opened the door in answer to a
ring; She came up to my room and
said there was a lady in the parlor who
wished to see me.
- "A ladv?" r. ; .
"Well, yea; she-looks likb a lady, is
dressed like a lady, and ye! " !
"Young, or old, Anna?" 1
"Oh, rather young; she did not offer
me her card; she looks like a foreigner.'1
I went down, and a serious, prepos
sessing-looking girl rose to her feet and
Are you Mrs. ? I Was told you
needed a girl. Mrs. se: it me to you.
I am the girl who lived with her,
She was dressed in pale bine summer
silk, wore kid gloves of a pile pearl gray
and carried a feather edged fan. Her
dress was perfectly made and fitted bet
ter than any of mine did; 1 er hat was a
white chip, trimmed will marabout
feathers; her manner was es sy and natu
ral. I looked at her bright blue eyes
with their, black lashes; at I her glosiy,
vigorous black hair, and Baid to myself.
"Irish beauty," and it was. j
I knew the girl by reputte; my friend
waajbre&king up housekeeping and' was
anxious that I should reoeiye this treas-
ure of a girl; but really when I saw her
I was afraid she would not approve oi
me. - 1 asked ner it ene wouia nite io
look at the kitchen, aud she said fhe
would. 8o J took her out, showed her
the .pantries, wash room and kitchen
proper, and asked her if buci thought the
place would suit we had already agreed
as to terms. I
'I would rather not give an answer
now, ma'am," she said. "Miss F ,"
naming a lady who lived in much greater
style, "has offered me fifty Cents a week
more and less work t5 uo, out ; l uon t
think Til go there, for wheii I asked to
look at the kitchen she iaid if it was
good enough for her it was good enough
for me. If I do come, ma'am, I will be
here at nine o'clock to-morrow morn-
"You may be sure we were anxious.
continued the lady, "but at nine prompt
ly she came to the side door neatly
dressed in a plain calico, and from that
time to this she has been with . us, and
dread to think of ef er parting with
"Would yon mind telling what it is
that makes her so valuable?' j
"Certainly not; for one tiling, and the
chief one in my estimation, she is an ex
cellent cook. She cannot only cook
fancy dishes, make salads ajnd puddings
and get up dainty after-dinner "menus,"
but she can cook common dishes in the
most delightful manner. Her methods
of cooking potatoes alone atte almost in
numerable. You know itt is not one
cook in a hundred that will boil or bake
a potato intelligently. The baked pota
toes are always gritty and the boiled
potatoes soggy. Now Kitty washes and
polishes and shampoos, as somebody ex
presses 1, her baked potato s Detore sno
bakes them, and outs the ends off so
that they look like fruit. Her boiled
potatoes are mealy and dry, and as to
mashed potatoes they come to tne taDie
in a pyramid, with little; cunning dim
ples all over them full of molted butter,
and they are' sweet and nat a lump in
in them. Her escallop td potatoes
are the envy of all our frionds. If I
go anywhere and see a new dish and de
scribe it to Kitty when I oone home,
and - she studies it oat, ax d it is often
better than the original. Her bread, tea,
biscuit and breakfast rolls are always
good, and she excels in making fine
"And how much you pay paragon
f a hiwd girl?" . r .J : . .
Three and a half a week; does u seem
small to you? Remember there are only
three in the family and no children, . and
she does upstairs work only once a
week. She is very economical; buys
something good and makes is last. She
sent $25 to her mother in Iceland for a
Christmas present, and has just sent her
an Easter offering of $10 mpre, and has
money of her own at interest, j 1 Know
one thing. Kitty will not be interfered
ith or scolded. She would leave a
place in a moment if she failed to give
satisfaction. " Besides' what I have told
you she is neat,' very careful about
breaking and wasting, and j thoroughly
honest. She takes her own time to do
her work, and I never hurry, her If a
friend comes into dinner or tea ; I need
only tell Kitty what I would like;" it is
all on the table at the mom;nt perfect
ly cooked and served."
"Vo you not take any credit to your
lf tar htkT wort?"
"Not for her capability; but! I know
that aha renn ires kind treatment and a
crreat deal of letting alone. She would
The Servant Girl's Side of
be saucy or indifferent if I nagged her
from morning till night, and she would
resent any interference with her work,
such as calling her from her kitchen
work to sweep the halls, or from her
ironing to go on-errands, and I never
keep ber in on her day out-. There is
no credit for a mistress in d tying that for
a girl who gives ner every moment of
her time, and studies tho best interests
of a household. -
' Ileuses Built of Cotton.
Of all substances apparently the least
likely' to be used in the construction of a
fire proof building, cotton would, per
haps, take the fiist rank, and paper the
second, and yet both these materials are
actually being employed fot the purpose
indicated, and their nse will probably
extend. . Compressed paper pulp is suc
cessfully used in the manufacture of
doors, wall panellings, and for -other
similar purposes, with the result that all
risk of warping and cracking is obviated,
while increased lightness is attained and
the fear of a dry rot is forever banished
Papier mache, after having served a use
fal purpose in an unobtrusive manner
for years as a material for small trays.
paper knives and other such light arti
cles, has suddenly assumed a more im
portant position in the industrial world.
A still more .sudden and striking ad
vance has bee a made in the employment
of cotton as a building material. A
preparation called celluloid, in whioh
cotton is a leading ingredient, has been
used lately as a substitute for ivory in
the manufacture of such articles as billiard-balls
and paper-cutters, and now a
Canadian manufacturer has invented a
process by which compressed cotton may
be used, not only for doors and window"
frames, but for the whole facade of large
buildings. The enormous and increasing
demand for paper lor Its legitimate uses
as a printing and , writing material pre
vents, the extended use of the papier
maohe as a building material, lor which
it is so well suited in many ways; but the
production of ootton is practically un
limited, and there -seems to be a large
field available for its use. in its new ca
pacity as -a substitute for bricks or as
plaster and wood. Treated with certain
chemicals- and compressed, it. CAn be
made perfectly fire proof and as hard as
stone, absolutely air and damp-proof ;
and a material is thus produced admira
bly' adapted for the lining, internal or
external, of the. buildings of- which the
shell may or may not be constructed of
other materia, while it easily lends itself
to decorative purposes.
A Princess not Afraid of Work.
Princess Louise has been styled the
beauty of the royal family. But that is
only by comparison. She has regular
features, an agreeable expression, true
and clean, no nonsense, no falsehood in
it; shoulders which a sculptor would be
under no temptation to correct in mould
ing a bust of ber; an elegant figure, not
light, not airy or angelic; a little heavy,
but pliable and graceful, and a smile
that lights up her face. Her disposition
is English, that is, serious, but capable
of humor, and with a keen appreciation
of the finest things and purest thing! in
art and in life. Least of all Victoria's
children, she resembles the old royal
family, and most of all of them the
Gotha branch of the house of Saxony.
She thinks for herself, is independent,
original, sensible and impult-ire. If she
had not been drilled in the experience
and restraints of court life, her feelings
would often run away with' her judg
ment. She has a splendid talent for
housekeeping, without which no woman
is fit to live, even a princess. She served
an apprenticeship at Osborne cottage to
a cook, confectioner, laandress of fine
things, seamstress and dressmaker.
Every day for years a dish appeared on
the queen's U.ble at Osborne that was
made by one of her majesty's daughters;
once a week a tin box full of cakes,
whioh were mixed and by them, wa
sent to the German crown princess; with
fruits and flowers from the cottage gar
den. Princes Louise started in married
life with the determination not to be the
rival on their own ground of plutocrats'
wives. There was to be comfort as well
as elegance in her establishment, bat no
ostentation. At Rideau Hall, her Cana
dian official abode, she affects more taste.
Louise entertains delightfully, though
she is liable to forget mere feathers and
flounces ia company and becomes really
absorbed in intelligent conversation with
a select few of her guests. From the
American Beauty ia
Secure in the flawless armor of her
innate purity, the American girl touches
pitoh and is not defiled. Her large-eyed
gaze comprehends all things unabashed.
She fears nothing and shrinks from noth
ing, in mucn tnat an .ngusn gin would
describe as modesty, she detects a lack
of sincerity and frankness; much that an
English matrou would commend as deli
cacy and ladylike feeling, Bhe spurns as
a want of proper spirit and independ
ence, it is dimouit to hit on any subject
of conversation, even among those that
are ordinarily reserved f ir the club or
smoking-room, which, so far from dis
countenancing . or discouraging, she is
not able to approach independently .by
the light of her own reading or expert-
once. Ana about an sue says or does,
there is a largeness, a buoyanoy, a free
dom from restraint, that freshens and
exhilarates like .a breeze from the ses.
Men who, as a rule, can't "get on ' in
ladies' society are attracted to her and
drawn oat by her Before she has long
been admitted into the London drawing-
i i t
room, even oi tne most exclusive oraer,
she is certain to be the center of an ad
miring and - attentive group; comprising
men of many different types. - , i:. , . .
-.. - Deplorable Picture, v ;'
' The ignorance of the average Hawaiian
in writing his own language is appalling
to those who seethe, biennial parade of
figures ia the report of the Board of
Education. The original design was an
industrial educational system, but the
actual outcome is an ignorance and a
wretchedness that is one of the saddest
sights to be seen on earth, as those know
who know what is the present condition
of the vast majority of Hawaiian homes
Repentance is accepted remorse.
Never marry but for love, but seo. that
thou lovest what is lovely.
Resolve to see the ?&rld oh its sunnv
side, and yoa have alincVw'on the battle
I have lived to ku w that the secret of
happiness is never to allow your energies
The greatest friend of -truth is time;
her greatest enemy is prejudice, and her
constant companion is humility.
, i - -. ,
The man whoso soul is in his work
finds his let reward - irrbe work itnelf
The joy of achievement is vastly beyond
the joy of reward.
Respect goodness, find it where yoa
may. Honor talent whenever you oenoid
it unassoclated with vice; but honor, it
most when accompanied with exertion.
and especially when exerted iu the cause
of truth and justice. ;
When we think of the many and wide
ly differing relations of life we sustain
and the consequent varied duties devolv
ing Upon us, we feel somewhat bewil
dered at the amount of knowledge of
many kinds that seem essential. But
time is short, and our powers are limited,
so we must be satisfied with thorough-
ness in one department and moderate
proficiency iu others.
The best of us are hampered in eyery
effort of improvement, not alone by our
own faults, but by those ,of .our neigh
bors. We inhale the moral ' atmosphere
around us quite as surely as natural air,
aud the impurities of the one will poison .
the character as of the other will, poison
the blood. Not congratnalations there
fore, but deep regret should - follow the
discovery of faults and defects in other
people, and if we have not enough sym
pathy in us to mourn on their account.
we at least nave aulhoient reason, to re- .
gret on our "behalf.
Nobody who has ever been active and
useful enjoys the feeling of being laid oa
the shelf. Grandfather's step is unoer- .
tain, his arm leBs vigorous than of old,
but he possesses a rich treasure of expe
rience, and he likes to be consulted. It ;
is his privilege to give adrice, his priv- ;
ilege too, at times to go into the field
and work with the youngest, renewing
his youth as he keeps bravely no with :
hearty men not half his age. Grand
mother does not wish to be left out of the
household work. When the days come
for picking and preserving, and the. do
mestic force is pressed into service, who
so eager as she? It is cruel to overrule
her decisions, to put her aside-because
"she will be tired." Of course she will
be tired, but she will enjoy tho fatipue'
and rest the sooner for the thought that
she is still of some use in the world.
The human will is one of the moat re
markable of all the faculties of the mind.
To be able to say "I will," and oarry out ,
the purpose conceived, even if it is not
very important, is something grand. To
conceive something noble and be able to
say, "I will do it, comes very near to
being divine. The amount of will power
in persons is different. Some have an
enormous amount of it, and it is almost
impossible to repress them when they
set out to do anything. Such persona
never get discouraged, but push, on
steadily and conquer.' Others have so
little power of will that they are over
come by trifles, and faint away entirely
when any great trial comes to them. A '
powerful will generally indicates a pow
erful constitution, though this state
ment may be modified by experience
and training; for a strong man with little
of these may have littlo of will-force,
and a weakly person with much training
may have a tremendous will, if onoe
aroused. . , '
Corn Pone is highly recommended a
a breakfast dish. Take one heaping
coffee-cup of boiled hominy, heat it and
stir in a tablespoonful of butter, thre
eggs and nearly one pint of sweet milk;
as much corn-meal may be added as will
serve to thicken this till it is like the bat
ter for "johnny cake." Bjike in a quioa
oven and serve hot. -
Frenoh Toast. Make the, taait cl
slices of stale bread. Bakars! bread is
best for this purpose. Brown oaxaXally
without burning; beat two eggs very
light, add to one pint of sweet milk;
blend a table-spoonful of milk and a des
sert spoonful of flour together, ' add to
the milk and eggs; have a sauce-pan
ready with some well heated butter; dip
the bread in the egg aud milk, aud fry a
light brown on both sides. Send to the
table hot; sift powdered sugar over eacli,
slice, or a cream sauce flavored with
wine may boused.
For panning fifty oysters provide four
ounces of butter; four tablespoohfula
cracker dust; two saltspoonfuls of salt;
one saltspoonful white pepper; one salt .
spoonful mace; two teaspoonfuls whole,
allspice; one pinch cayenne pepper. Put
the oysters and their juice into a brigtt
stew-pan, set on a quick fire, add te
butter, salt and spices, sift in the cracker
dust, stir gently until well mixed; at the
first boil pour them into a hot tureen,
cover and serve immed'ately. If longer
cooked, they shrivel and get tough aci
indigestible. This is the popular Phila
delphia style of panning oysters. They '
are often prepared in the same manner
at table on a obafing dish. .
- ' Where He Gained. f
In a town' up in Maine a Nsw Yorker
was last fall talking with a village mer
chant in regard o the trade and finally '
asked him how he bought goods,
. "Wall, in the summer I get aboct
ninety-five days, and in the winter
something like a hundred was the aa .
Visa's that odd time?" - - ; V
"Yes, kinder odd, bat yoa see I bpy
on ninety days, and when time is up I
write to the firm and tell 'em to enclosed
find amount and' so.. I don't eocloio,
you know, and in about five days I re
ceive a reply stating that I probably
forgot, and so forth. Then I enoloie
and beg pardon. In the summer the ro
ply comes in about five days; bnt iu the
winter, especially if Providence favors
ns with storms andjrailroad blockade t,
and freshets, and accidents. I gain tin
i days snd get a spring start." Wall
Street Dally News.