ObSUS, MY KING.
Jtlng of kltip, and yet to mine
Own heart snylnp, "Iara tlilnel"
Klnc of klnps, ami Lord of Jon!,
Yet lliy sweet and tender words,
"I have call d tllco bjr thy name,"
Echo tlirouli all years tho tams,
.Never losing power divine,
"Fear not, Soul, for thou art mine."
KInp of klnRg when wild and strong
unsri me waves 01 111c aiontr,
Reaching out thy hand to bless,
Having by thy righteousness,
Thou dost lift upon the Hock
Whence the tempest's rudest shock
No'er shall sever us from thee,
Christ, Iminauucl, Oun In Three.
King of klni's nwt ropl guide,
Tiepure words In us a hide;
"Follow me," thou sayest, "'and win
Victory o'er crcry sin;
Turn not hark from conflict drear,
Watching, praylug, persevere;
Then when 'Pence' tho angels sing,
Trluinnh In vour Saviour Klrer."
Marlon J. PMpju, in Gulden Jlule.
HIS M YMS HORNING.
There was rcvolry in tho village bar-
oom. Sluco nino o'clock in thu jiiorn
mg, when tho stranger inaugurated tho
jrocccdings by making everybody mol-
ow, there had boon a general desire to
imitate him, and now, at tune o clonic
h tho night, the motley group of vil
sigcr., surging in and out and swaying
jo and fro in tho barroom, indicated
Ihat, whatever might bo tho condition
if their intellects, their spirits woro
lighly clcvatod.
Every man in tho crowd had a local
reputation, and in ovary case it had
jeen gained by tho practicu of some
jart.of tho thing which is called rullian-
sm Just now ovoryono was bent on
ia7ing a good time, which, in tho vil-
age vernacular, meant getting drunk.
Whether tho choice of Now Year's Evo
Tor this purpose was in good taste, need
aot 1h) considered horo it was the cus
tom there an old hnbU which was sus-
iaincd by public sentiment.
Perhaps novor boforu, oxcept, possi
jly. on tho occasion wiicn it was chris-
;oncd with that pormmsivo title, liad
l'ho Gontlo Tnllueneo sholtcred at onco
10 noisy and so thirsty a crowd. It
wns truly a curious name lor an
inn, and provoked many an inquiry
as to its meaning.
'You call j'our tavern tho Gentlo In
Sticucc; tell mo win? ' had said tho
itrangor when ho first came, only a
:ouplo of days before. Hut tho wise
landlord only smiled and shook his
aead in reply, and tho stranger was
loon g von to understand that that was
i matter which could not be extracted
Trom the landlord. Conjecture, indeed,
bad long been busy With tho subject
without solving It. borne averred that
.ho namo was for luck, some that it re
ferred to tho landlord's wife, some
ioubtod whether tho landlord himself
tucw what it meant. Howboit, tho
aiyslery about it advertised tho house,
ind Ihat. perhaps, was moaning enough
for (ho landlord.
Tho night was clear and cold, and, as
each new-comer ontorod tho door, tho
various topers shrank closer to tho
jpon liroplace, whore a groat log lay
muttering anil glowing with gonial
tioat. Having warmed tho outer man,
they strung themselves again busido
tjip" bar, seeking to warm tho inner
(mm, while wait ng for tho appearanco
of tho stranger. Somehow it was
joncrally understood that tin) stranger
ivoulil spend tho night with "tho boys."
Therefore, as tho door oponed from
.line to tlmo to new arrivals, admitting
tcon currents of frosty air and disclos
ing momentary glimpses of tho far-off
lorrowful stars, many an oyo watched
md waited with growing inipationco
for tho stranger's coining.
.Among thoso pro3ont worn a consta
ble and a Just ee of tho Peace, who
warmed their hoarts with froquont
potations. Beside thoso, tho chief
arntunonts of tho gathering comprised
i gentleman known as tho Colonel, un
Dthorwho boro tho name of Old Gripes,
(or tho habit of alleging a constant
pain as a reason for an unquenchable
thirst, another who was familiarly
designated as tho Kid, and another as
Pap Tunpor, a man advanced in years,
t reprobate and senile victim of tho
(lowing bowl.
Possibly thoro was that in tho gather
ing, tho people, tho occasion, and tho
uirroundlugs, to Impress ono not alone
With ropuls on, but also with pity and
indues. Certainly It was a degraded
tml reckless scene. And a rockloss
tnnn Is always ti pathetic spoctaelo.
Not loss wanting in pathoo was tho
iceno when viewed from without and in
its exterior frame and sotting. Tho
iilcnt streets of tho humble village, thu
brilliantly-lighted barroom, whoso
drawn blinds could not shut nut tho
pizo of half-grown boys, who peered In
where they woro too young to bo ad
mitted, but old enough to loarn tho
ways of transgression. This, to ono
who rollouts on life and its dreadful
rosponslbdltlos, was a sight inexpressi
bly touching and sail,
Jleanwhllo tho night crow coldor and
tho lonely littlo village moro silent.
About tho gay and brilliantly-lighted
(nn aro scattered, horo and thoro, tho
humble homos, deserted by husbands
and fathers, where tearful wivos watch
ed sleeping children, and prayed, por
chauco, for drunken men. And all
around these 1 ttlo huts uprose, like
ghostly sentinels, tho mountain peaks,
touching tho sky on thu dark horizon,
while high over all, spanned above tho
earth and far nidified from its shame
and sin, hung tho canopy of heaven,
beautiful in its calm, pure depths, ami
blazing with stars.
"It is a boautiful night," satd tho
stranger, looking up to thu sky. as his
closely-buttoned liguro drew in tho puru
air and his quick step rang sharply
from the pavomont. "It reminds mo
of that night whon she gave up all for
,uie but I must not think of that now."
Ho soon readied tho barroom, and
paused at tho door. Ho 1 stono I n
moment to tho revelry inside, Tho
gloaming lamp overhead l.tiip his faco,
where a sweet smile rested, curling his
mustache and softening the cruel
glitter of his pierculug black eves. Ills
toft, gloved hand touched the lutoh mid
bo tupped inside, There followed a
UHit of welcome, Pressing his way
among tho crowd, he walked up to tho
finr. ntinlfTnrr linnrla trill, nil ntwl a.,!. I.
"Landlord, set out tho liquor for tho
crowu.
As tho rabblo gathered about tho
horo of tho hour, who exalted himself
by quenching their thirst, it was
ourious to note- the contrast botween
them and him. Their coarse, repulsivo
iaces, ineir ruuo uross and ruder man
tiers, woro littlo in keeping with tho
highbred looks and refined demeanor
of this well-dressed, perfect gontloman
His gracoful presence, his palo Greek
faco and fine formed head, his delicato
loniurcs aim uiacic. curiy nair, his ox-
quisiU dross and soft, whito hands
would have mado him a nollcoablo
liguro in any company. But there was
about tho man a curtain air of coolness
and commarjd, a something of daring
anu oravauo. wnicn aiwavs and ovorv
whero singled him out from tho com
mon mass of mankind and mndo him
feared of men and, perhaps, loved of
women. It is nothing, therefore, that.
under tho influence of his presence,
coupled with tho stimulants which Ills
generosity supplied, the poor creatures
about mm Uucamo lnlarous. Not for
years had the been regaled with such
a treat, whether ol rolmompnt or
Iquor. It reminded not a few of Christ
ian Armstrong, tho young gentleman
of wealth and promise, a former resi
dent, who'so sudden disappcarnnco
several years before had filled all hearts
With genuine regret.
intox cation nliccts men dmeronlly.
Tho Kid becaino merry, tho Colonel
gravo and learned, Old Gripos anilablo
ami boulgnnnt, and rap limner mourn
ful and pious. Tho stranger alono re
mained cool ami collected. Ho listened
to Pap Topper's regrets over a wasted
life, to Old Gripes prophecy that tho
world would never bo regenerated un
til tho tax was removed from whisky,
and to the wisdom which flowed from
tho Colonel, who. to his militarv prefix
added the title of hnyyer, though how
he became entitled to those distinctions,
whether through simple merit or sim
ple appropriation, may remain matter
for conjecture.
"I noticed a very pretty placo here.
said tno stranger, addressing tho
Colonel. "It is on tho brow of tho hill
just behind tho town as handsome a
residence as I ovorsawin the country."
'You mean Oris placer said tho
Colonel.
Why, I don't know whoso placo it is.
It's pretty, though."
'it must bo Oris place. ' said tho
Colonel. "A large throe-story mansion, ,
veranda all round, trees', lawn, garden,
consoriuVory? Yes, Cris' placo." And f
ine uotonci notified in answer to mo
nods of tho stranger.
That place must havo cost monov,
Colonel?"
"Nigh on to $20,000. It's a pity no
body lives there."
"It's unoccupied, then?"
"Clear deserted, said tho Colonel.
"Owner dead, oh?"
"Why, no; at least 1 think not. Ho's
been gone, though, thoso two years,
and never heard from."
"That's strange."
"Yes .maybe 'lis to you that novor
know him; but to us hero, who knew
him all our lives, it's as natural as
lifo." And tho t'olonol, having found
his illustration, drank his Honor and
turnod upon I ho Kid, who broke in up-j
on tno conversation with tho romarlc
that ho had known Old Cris from a boy.
"l mi!" exclaimed tho stranger, in
credulously. "Why, you are still only
a hoy ami ho Is an old man.
"Old?" laughed thu Kid. .
"Why. yes; didn't ou call him old
Cris?"
Tho Kill and tho Colonel laughed in
chorus. "It tickles us to think of Old
Cris its an old man," said tho Colonol.
"Why, ho was a young man, not older
than yoiirsolf. Perhaps thirty or there
abouts, oh? turning to the Kid.
"Yes: two'nty-scving or thirty when
ho wont away, ' replied that young and
promising individual.
"I hen why do you call him Old Cris?"
demanded the stranger.
"Ueoatiso," explained tho Colonel.
that is the n'eknamo tho boys gave him
when ho became one of us. He was a
haudsomu follow," continued tho Colo
nel, relleetively; "a tall, line, brown
haiivd, blue-eyed Anglo-Saxon, with
backoono and brains. Kdueated, rich,
talented, and he had tho world at his
feet, and yet his life was ruined in a
day." And tho Colonel paused to mas-:
lor his emotion.
The stranger called for another,
round, ami tho Colonel proceeded:
"It was tho loss of his wifo that broke'
mm uowii. aii, sue was too handsom
est woman In all tho country round!
wnai a laeo nors was! bo beautiful, so:
womanly, so pure! I can shut mv oyes I
.urn sue ni'rjii.si us ii u was now instead i
ol two years ago."
Hero tho Colonel shut his eves to
illustrate his thought: but. whether bv
reason of tho depth of his relleotions
or tho strongth of tho liuuor. ho was
unable to stand up with his oyes shut
ho swayed and staggard, and would
have fatten had not his friend sunnort-
cd him. Straightening himself, ho
took a grip on tho bur and wont on:
ii was a wook or so alter sho was
gone that ho came into the barroom, I
whoro ho had novor sot foot before,
Ho called us all up to the bar and treat
od. Ho drank hoavilv. and talked I
wildly about his wife, and acted, :is If ho
was a littlo oil" in his head. That night
xi a carried him homo, and laid him on !
tho soi In tho parlor of his grand.
nouse. anu next uav ail tno o d gran
nies in tho village male and female,
woro horrified. Ho got no sympathy
from the people of his own class. Hut
he came to us. and wo became his
friends; and thoro isn't n man hero to
night but loves Oris, and would risk
his life to do him a favor."
Thoro was a pause. The utraniror
emptied his glass in silouco. "And
whun his wive tiled ho wont to tho dogs,
cli!" snlil tiie strangor, ludlUoronUy.
"DiodJ Hid 1 say sho died?" ex
claimed tho Colonol.
"I gathered that from your story,
Colonol,"
"You gathered it," said tho Colonol,
after tho manner of a lawyer cross-examining
a witnesi. "You may have
gathnred It, but 1 didn't say it."
"Why. I can't say that vou did: but
I so understood you."
"No, sir; I said he lost his wifo."
"Lot her?" '
"Exactly. Now how do you suppo3o
no lost norr
Tho stranger couldn't guess
would doubtless have beon d Mcult for
an utlor stranger to the event to hazard
a conjecture, lie invited tho crowd
anothor round, however, and asked tho
Colonol to proceed with his story.
"It would have boon well if sho had
died," went on tho Colonel, feelingly
"for they woro so happy. It just seem
sit as it heaven had oaon let down to
sarin for them. Thev woro aiwavs to
gethor, and wero so loving and tender,
ind ho built that liouso on the hill to
pleaso her. and hail no thought but for
aor nappmoss. Ann then, onasumnior
thoy went to tho seashore: but after :
month ho returned alone, all pale anil
broken. Ho was not tho same man.
Ho said nothing, but walked about
dazed like, with black rings under his
eyes and a trembling of tho lips, which
touched one's heart to see. Somehow
it leaked out it always leaks out in
v lingo that they hail mot a man
it
the seashore who had won his w fo's
allcction a handsome, black-eyed,
curly haired gambler, with tak.ng
ways among women. Why, I should
say, from his description, that, he was
a man somewhat of our appearance
stranger "
Iho stranger was i list lifting ins glass
to his lips, ami as the Colonel said the
words, "somowhat of your appearance.
stranger, his tcolh mado a clicking
sound on tho edge of tho glass and it
fell to the lloor in nieces.
Perhaps vou know the man?" said
tho Colonel, look ng sharply at the
stranger.
i.'" exclaimed that gentleman. "
know him?"
Well, you seem agitatod."
I am," said tho stranger, coollv
"ino landlord put too much bitters in
that cocktail. If ther's one thing
dislike, it's too much bitters in a cock
tail. Landlord, some whisky. Well,
Colonel, go on."
W hv, there isn t much more to ten.
Cris' wifo oloped witli tho handsome
gam 1)1 or."
'And so that's how ho lost his wifo.
eh?" said the stranger. "That's a real
romantic storv. Colonel, and quite in
teresting. This 'Cr;s' had another
namo, 1 suppose?" And as ho askod
the question the stranger looked keen
ly at tho Colonel.
"Yes; Christian Armstrong," said
tho Colonol. And tho stranger started
agajn. while his soft white hand played
nervously with his h p-pockol. The
Colonel, not noticing, added, sorrow
fully: "lint wo always called hint Cr.s,
poor fellow! And wo all know that
whon she wont o!V with tho hand-omo
gambler it broke his heart. It wouldn't
bo well for tho gambler to show his
face here. Tho boys would hardly for
givo him fordlstroying the happiness of
tho noblest man we ever knew; and it's
my opinion that Cris is searching for
his wife over tho Wide world. If ho
should over meet tho gambler"
Tho Colonel hesitated.
What then?" asked the stranger.
"He'll kill him."
"Hump was tiie stranger's reply, as
ho shrugged his handsome shoulders.
The revelry was now at its lieighl,
and, as tho Colonel ended, tho noise Ijl
caino deafening.. Above tho babel of
tongues could now and then bo hoard
an intelligible utterance and an oceas
I ional reference to tho morrow, and I lie
proper mode of spending Isew l car s
Day. rap l
go to church, and Old Grilles averred
that he would go along to " keep Pap
straight," while tho Kid declared his
intention of hunting rabbits if it snowed
before morning.
Moanwhilo tho stranger turned from
tho bar anil walked to the window. He
looked out upon tho stooping village,
lying so calm and still under tho pale
moonlight. In tho pauses of tho con
versation ho could hear tho wind
whistling round tho eaves and the twigs
of the trees scratching aga nst the win
dows. Ho glanced sideways at the
crowd, and mentally confessed that in
n certain contingency it would bo a
dangorous crowd for him. H i turned
again to the window, muttering to liini
solf : "This, then, is the village where
fcho lived with liiiu! I am almost sor
ry, for ho was worthier of lior love than
L" Ho peered out into tho night.
Tho silver disc of the moon was just
oinerg.ng from a littlo cloud, and Ihon
he received a shock. A faco was look
ing at him which made him start as if
shot. It was only for an instant that
he saw tho face. When ho looked
again it was gone, "it can not im; i
..?.,., i... ,i,,i7'i i.,.
muttered. "And
yet I
could havo sworn that was his
face.
gain and again ho peered
i.nu i. wt,i.v. hnt. nil w nhvif
,nvi,.i,f ..iwi. I'm iinink-1" i..
said, and turned, and as ho did so he
noticed a man sitting near tho stove.
Ho had just ontorod and taken a scat.
Thoro was something about him which
sooiuod familiar, but his groat coat cov
ered him, and his faco was biu'led in the
folds of a scarf, which concealed his
features. Tho stranger kept an oyo on
him as tho man proooodod to unwrap
hlmsolf, removing first his groat coat,
and then unwinding, fold by fold, the
senrf from his nook and face. As the
Just fold was romovod, and ho stepped
forward Into tho light, tho stranger
knew him.
"Armstrong!" ho cried, bohind sot
tooth. Ho stoppod ba-k to tho wall and
put his hand to his hip.
There was a niomontarv mini, then,
"It's Cris!" shouted tho IC d
"Old Cris! Old Cris!" at onco ro
sounded through tho barroom, and the
crowd surged forward about tho two
men, who regarded each other- keenly.
Armstrong quite failed to respond to
tho grootlngs of his friends. His oyes
woro rlvited on tho palo Greok faco of
the gambler. Tho dangerous light in
tho oyos of theso two caused tho crowd
to shrink away, leaving a clear space
between them. At onco a pistol gleam
ed in the soft wlnte hand of the stran
gor, and, in clear tones, tho cry came:
"Stand back men. and fair play!"
Hut ho had soarcolv uttorod tho words
when tho oUtol was strlekon from his
hand and his arms hold from bohind,
while tlio now comer, hailed as Chris,
advanced towards him, grim and silent.
"I have found vou at last," his eyes
aid, hut lua lips wero dumb.
"Armstrong, you are a bravo man;
don't murder ine!" pleaded tho gam
bier. "Give tug a uhance for my life.
)on't slav mo, myself dcfonsolcss, my
Ifo In your hands.
bull tho wronged man spoko not a
rord. He stood there, tall and com
nandlng, his faco and sad eves full of
latlios, and his whole person haggard
Jo looked upon the handsome stranger
ts ono might look upon a rare, though
leautiful animal, whoso cruel naturo
;ives a hideous ciiarm to tho beauty of
ts skin. It was for this man that she
tad deserted him and made his life a
torrid waste! And yet he loved her
.till. Strange fact, which not all theso
voary years of search for her, and
ighting against hlmsolf. could change.
2vcn now.standing before his enemy,
io confessed ho could spare him for her
:ako. Shu had so entered his lifo that
lothing could altar his love, nolh ng
ihango his devotion, which was death
ess. "God help me," ho had often
laid. "Whatever sho is, or may bc
jonio. I cannot help but love her." And
low ho felt that ho would givo all that
le possossed, cvon life itself, to guard
lor from the slightest pain, to minister
nor siigiuost wish, remaps somo
neniory of oilier days, when tliov wero
lappy m cacti other s love, crossed his
nind, softening his heart toward her
itill. Perhaps the worthlossness of lifo
vithout her who had once mado for
lim a heaven of cartli weighed upon
inn; perhaps the impulse ol the
3iomonr, an outgrowth of heroic
.bought, impelled him to tho deed; but
Christian Armstrong in that moment
jhanged his purpose wholly, and
throughout his after conduct there was
30 sign ot tailoring seen to lniiicato
hat ho regretted, or wished to escape
tho doom, which, in a spirit of solf
sacr lice, ho then, and there imposed
upon himself.
"Let him be released," ho command
d. And tho gambler was at onco set
(roc; but the crowd watched him nar
rowly. They only waited a sign from
Armstrong to destroy him, which ho
well know.
Armstrong continued to look upon
him, and, calling the landlord, ho spoko
live words. They mado the gambler
blanch, cool and bravo though ho was,
md caused a shudder even among tho
hardened crowd:
"A room with him alone."
In some communities tho voico of ono
man is as a voice irresistible, and there
was no thought ot denying his demand.
They passed upstairs together and en
tered tho room over tho bar, and tho
sound of locking the door on the inside
was distinctly hoard below. When the
landlord returned, palo and trembling,
there was no longer any doubt as to the
identity of tho stranger. Ho was the
gambler who had robbed Armstrong of
his wife, and Armstrong had found him
it last.
iVnd now a breathless anxiety Der
ailed every breast, and a hush, in
marked contrast with tho previous com
motion, settled down upon the crowd.
l"or live minutes thoro was utter silence
overhead. Then sounds of moving feet
wero heard, and the iloor was unlooked,
but it was only to call for pen, ink, and
paper. It was thought that tho men
meant to make t heir wills. Af-
ftcr a long silence there was another
movement. Perhaps thoy woro going
to light now. Hut'all was sdent once
more, rive minutes passed, no sound;
ten minutes, and still no sound; litteen
minutes, all silent. Iho suspenso was
becoming painlui. Another live nun
utes elapsed it soemod liko an hour
still no sound; ami .someone proposed
to break in tiie door, and tho Colonel
started on that errand, but turned and
came back, for thoy wero coining down
stairs. A moment later they entered
tho barroom, Armstrong, fair, tall, and
noble, leading, and tho gambler, dark,
sleudor, and humbled, following. Tho
crowd looked and wondered; but they
wero still as death as Armstrong spoko":
"This man must not bo harmed," he
said, firmly. "Ho is going away. Who
will drive him to tho station for tho
midnight train?"
"I, "cried a voice, ami tho Kid stepp
ed forward.
"Hero is your man. Good-by," said
Armstrong.
"Good-by," said tho gambler. Good
by, and God bless you! Tho life you
have saved to-night was worthless" be
fore, but now it shall bo worthy of your
mercy."
Thoy shook hands again and tho
gambler was gone.
Then Armstrong drew a paper from
his bosom and gave it to the landlord,
requesting that it bo opened tho noxt
morning, then shook hands witli all tho
crowd, bado them good-night, and
passed out into the silent street.
Now Year's morning dawnod cooi
and fair. The sun crept slowly up tho
mountain side, crowned its h ghest
peak with splendor, and throw a Hood
of glory on the sinful village Tho
frosty air was tilled with tiny suow
llakos, through which tho snowbirds
How, while church bells rang out their
glad grootlngs. Littlo children tripped
lightly by. happy as tho bright Now
oar, and all seemed still echoing tho
half-ml. half-joi ous peals that rang out
tho old and chimed u greeting to tho
now.
Christian Armstrong did not appear
on tho streets, though the paper loft by
him was duly opened and tvad. It was
his will, in which ho bequeathed all his
cstato to his wife, including his once
delightful homo, whore thoy, as man
and w.fc, had passod two sweet voars
of joy.
"I understand it all now," said the
Colonul. "Ho loved her. thoiiL'h sho
dosortod him, and hosparod the stran
ger because she loved him. The stran
gor was right when ho said, sitting in
tho buggy last night: "I'll koop my
oath and change my lifo. Ho was
worthlor of her love than I,"
Perhaps out of rospoot. perhaps be
cause it seemed lonoly to spend tho day
in tho big house on tho hill alone, a
party started to visit tho returuod wan
derer. As Ihoy turned from the village
Into the country road tho grand liouso
eamo Into fuller view, towering high on
tho hill, its long veranda was extended,
and its gilded cupola sparkling as with
diamonds in the sunl ght.
nut as thoy approached thev noticed
something laying across tho great stone
stops. Coining nearer, thoy saw what
seoiuod to bo tlia form of a man. Thu
Colonel stoppod forward and lifted tho
man s hat. ami lol the face of Christ an
Armstrong lwl;il up tit them with
siglitlosi eye. Fr there, with a bullet
in his heart, stark dead ho lay, this
Now Year s morning, at peace with alt
the world, his arms embracing and h
cold lins touching, as if to less tho
ston-s. which, in tho happy da.s, hor
feet had trod. John C. Wullsi, tn the
Current.
Jlillet As An Art Student.
One of M Hut's boy friends and com
nanions knew him lirst in the city of
Cherbourg, a few miles from the art
ist's birthplace, tho city whero ho ro
ceived his first lessons in art. Ho had
heard how the voting peasant Millet
tried to imitate tho engravings in his
IJible during the noonday rest, how ho
drew tho figures about him, and cover
cd tho fences with sketches, until his
father took him to Cherbourg "to sco
whether ho could make a living by th
business," When the artist to whom
they went saw Millet's drawings, ho
said to tlu father: "You must bo jok
ing. Ihat voting man there did not
make theso drawings all alone."
And when conv nt-o I that thoy wero
rcallv tho boy's work, he exclaimed:
"Ah, you have done wrong to keep
him so long without instruct on. for
your child has in him the mak ng of
groat artist."
Presently the Municipal Counc'l of
Cherbourg awarded Mdlet a meager
pension that he might study art in Par
is. Hut tho cmiiicilmen expected tho
artist, in ivturn to send back largo
paintings to tho city museum, although
ho could not live upon tho pulsion
Thev became angry at this delay; and
he, finally bought an immense can
vass, and in thrco days pained :
picturo of Moses breaking the table
of stone. Ho varnished itonco and sont
it to the museum. Hut as the picture
was varnished before the paint had
dried, it soon began to crack. Now tho
picturo looks so old that some of tho
good people take it for a paint'ng by
Michael Angclo. 1 hen tho counc linen
tsked Millet to paint a portrait of the
mayor, who had recently died. Millet
had never scon him; but from an old
miniature l.keues.s ho painted a b-auti
ful portrait, tho faco seen in a thrco
quarters front view. Wishing modols
for the hands, Millet found a man in tho
no gliborhood who had finely shaped
hands. This man as it happened, had
been imprisoned for .some olVense.
Whon tho portrait was finished and
shown to the councilnien, thoy sont for
Millet ami lolu him that thev wero
greatly d spleased. Tho likeness was
good, "thev said, but there were two
grave faults: The art ist had painted
only a three-quarters view of tho lato
mayor, whereas his Honor invariably
entered tho Council Chamber facing
straight forward; and secondlv, it was
shameful to have used the hand of a man
who had been in prison as the model
for the hand of a man so good as tho
lato mayor. Poor Millet! There was
nothing for him to say to people so s tu
ple and ignorant :w those. Hipley
Hitchcock, in St. Nicholas.
Eton iloiitcin.
Any old Eton bjy would loll you that
you might as well never have been
born as not to know about Mouteni.
Whv. Montem was as old as Queen
El zabeili, an 1 Q.ieen Victoria was very
sorry to have to consent to havo it
broken up. Tho senior colleger was
captain of Mo. item, and ho sometimes
made jClO'Jii o.it of it.
On I lie morning of Montem day,
tho captain gave it grjat breakfast "in
Hie Hall to trie fifth and s.xtli forms.
Then tho boys marched twice around
the school yard, tho ensign waved the
great flag, the corporals drew their
swords and tho possession started
through tho Playing Fields to Salt 11 ll,
in a long line, accompanied by two or
thrco regimental bands. Tito oliicers
wore red-tail coats, whito trousers,
cocked hats with feathers, and regi
mental boots; and the lower boys woro
blue coats with brass buttons, white
waistcoats and trousers, s.lk stockings
and pumps, and carried slender whito
poles. Hut before this, long before
sunrise, tho salt-bearers and tiie r
twovlo assistants had gone, some on
foot and soiuo in gigs, in their places
on all the great roads leading to
Eton, to bjg "salt" from every
body thoy mot. Salt meant money;
and oven bo ly had to givo them salt.
George tlio Third mid Queen Charlotto
always gave liftv guineas apiece. Tho
money went to the captain of Montem,
to help him pay his expenses at the
university to which ho was to go after
leaving Eton. Tho salt-bearers carried
satin money-bags and painted staves,
and as receipts for .tlio salt that they
secured thoy gave littlo printed tiekots
with tho date of the year, and a Latin
motto.
Everybody wont to Montem, King
George always used to go. anil Queen
Victor. a went There was always a
"Montem poet" who dressed in patch
work, and woro a crown; and ho drove
about tho crowd in a doukoy-cart, ro-
CJting his odo and nourishing copies of
it for sale.
When the procession camo to tho top
of Salt II II, tho ensign wavod his Hag
a second t me, and that ended the
celebration; only tho bovs and the
visitors ail wont to tho inns at mdsor
for a big dinner. Edioin D. Mead, in
St. Nicholas.
Forethought of a Dying Man.
Itov. Hugh Cull is still well roinom-
bored in Wayne county, wli u-o ho lived
for mora than half a century, and died
at tho advanced ago of 10 1 years. Dur
ing tho last four years of his lifo he was
atllictod with a, sort of hypochondria,
and ovory onco in a while imagined he
was dying. Ou ono such occasion he
mounted his adopted daughter on a
horse and sent her to notify tho mom-
bo rs ot ins iaiuiiy, who lived at somo
distance, that ins end was near, and if
thoy desired to soo him die they must
come at onco. Whilo sho was gone on
this errand ho happened to flunk that
thoro was no wood cut and that his
children would bo cold when thoy got
to his bedside, as it was in the middle
of winter; so, forgetting about ills near
approach to death, he got up and went
to tho woodpilo, and wlion they arrived
in uastu in ooouiuuco to uts summons,
found him outting wood to keop thou,
warm while thoy watched him die.
Indianapolis Journal.
A Yonng llnn'a Mistake.
When a young man starts out with
tho firm determination to do all in hu
power to assist and make happy his
fellows, and tlicn receives a sot-back, it
does moro towards hardening his heart
to tho woes of ihi world than anything
else. Ho no longer dorives pleasure
from the happiness of his fellow crea
tures, and where, at one time, ho would
havo been glad to havo lent a friend a
street car tiekel, or his umbrella, ho
now carries a stony expression on his
face and coldly refuses. A sad e;tsc of
this kind has rco n'.Iy developed in our
quiet littlo city, and tlio party in ques
tion is as much changed os a suit of
clothes. Naturo blessed him with two
lovely little pink shell-liko ears.but frail
and delicate as thoy look.thoir owuer is
wont to placo a great deal of conlidenco
In them, and oven in the coldest weath
er has, until recently, never been
known to cover them up. It might b:i
well to say right bore that ho is one of
llio.s- mA-callod cranks, who docs not
believe in bundling up with superfluous
clothing. So when tho mercury has
crawled away down into tho bowels of
tho thermometer, and everybody else
is freezing as still" as a Thanksgiving
turkey, our friend starts boldly out.
overcoatlc-i, cravatless, goloshlcss. and
with a derby hat, sitting jauntly on his
wealth of brow. If askcil if ho docs
not feel th-2 cold, his expressive faco
is instantly wreathed in smiles, and ho
proudly answers: "Oh, no, I am very
comfortable, thanky you," while his
friend gently murmurs something to
himself, which sounds vory much liko
"I am something of a liar myself."
Well, tho other day when tho
weather was about fifteen or twenty
degrees below, tho young man turned
out as usual in summer clothing, with
his aforesaid shell-liko oar.s laid bare at
tho mercy of the frigid atmosphere,
and had got but a short dislanoo from
I lie house when lie fell in witli a friend.
Thev proceeded on together talking on
different subjects, when tho friend sud
.leniy looked up and exclaimed: "Why,
Frank, vour ear is frozen! ' And sure
nuough, he had trusted his organ of
hearing a 1 ttlu too far. and it had bo-
ome congealed. Tho usual remedies
were instantly applied, and after it had
been rubbed with snow for a short
time, tho frost finally disappeared, but
that ear was a sad wreck of its former
grandeur. Once a thing of bctitity, it
now resembled a kidney, but instead of
causing its ownors' angry passions to
ri.se, it had moro tho elleet of teaching
him a lesson, and ho dec ded to be on
the look out dur ng tho rest of tiio day,
and warn everybody whom ho chanced
to meet whose noso or oars appeared
to bo froal-billcn. About ton o'clock
in the forenoon, our young friend was
again out on tlio street, and tho vorv
lirst sight that greeted his eyes, was a
noso whoso dealhliko whiteness plainly
betokened frost, and loons startling to
relate, behind that, nose was a very in
teresting young lady. Her chocks wore
mellow and rosy as tho Hin-kissed
s:do of a ripening poach, but the cold
hand of death had seemingly laid its
icy fingers on iter saucy little probocls, -and
tho contrast was at onco both
amusing and startl'ng. He immediate-
summoned up all his courage for a
modest young man to address a ntrangu
young lady, and tr'pplng lightly to her
side, inform.'d her in low and" tremu
lous acceuts that her noso was friz.
I'lio shriek that she let escape from her
rosebud lips, was so heart-rending and
harp, that ittoolc his breath completely
away, and caused his oyes to cross in
his head, while ho glanced hastily
:iround, expecting to seo tho palrolt
wagon como tearing around the corner.
"Oh, sir," said tlio frightened voting
lady, "what can I do to save my nose?"
tnd then sho fainted in his arms.
jtickily, thoy stood iTt front of a drug
tore, and dragging his burden inside,
:ui out and got a handful of snow.
This ho daubed on tlio lady's nose.
whilo tho druggist kept the crowd back
with one hand ami administered restor
atives with tho other. Whon- sho
inio too, tho astounding discovery
was mado that hor noso had not been
frozen at all, but on leaving tho house
she had put about nino lavi r.s of powder
on it to keep it from getting red. When
the young man parted with the lady, it
did t take a very close observer to seo
that thoy wero not on the best of terms.
Ho tried, in his poor, weak way. to
pologizc, but sho turned a deaf oar
and said that she had been grossly in
sulted, that ho was no gentleman to
play such a contemptablo trick on an
orphan whoso father and mother wero
both dead, and that sho had a groat
mind to suo for damages. As they
parted, a thoughtful expression camo
into his fawn-liko oyes, and ho was ab
sent-minded all the rest of the day.
Ho hasu t been himself smco, and wan
ders about in an aimless sort of way,
but ho has made a solemn vow never
to befriend anothor human boing, oven
if he finds them witli their own faco
frozen. This should bo n warning
to ladies who go out on a cold day with
thoir noso powered, for it will bo only
a question of time whon thoy will got
caught in tho sumo trap. I'cck'a Sun.
Just tho Mini Ho Wanted.
A burglar, who was doing a noat job
on a largo safe, was horrified, on looking
up to soo a man standing quietly bosido
him. Ho was about to retire, when tho
gontloman said:
"Go ahoad. I am Interested in that
job."
"Why?" asked tho astonishod bur
glar. "Bccauso I havo forgotten ttio com
bination, and no living person know it
but mvsolf. If you can got that safe
open, I'll mako it worth your whilo."
Burlington Free Press.
Heforo ami After.
Before marrtago: "Excusonio.Georgc,
did my parasol hurt you?" "Oh, no,
my dear; It would bo a pleasure if it
did." Aftor marriage: "Great heav
ens! There novor was a woman under
the sun who knew how to carry an um
brella without scratching a fellow's
oyes out." "And thoro novcr was a
man who know enough to walk on tho
right sido of a woman with a parasol."
There isn't auy right sido to a woman
with a parasol." Hartford Post.