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The Appointed Part.
By thine own soul's law learn to live.
And if men thwart thee take no heed,
And if men hate thee have no care;
Sing thou a song and do thy deed.
Hope thou thy hope and pray thy prayer,
And claim no crown they will not give,
Kor bays they pudge thee for thy hair.
Keep thou thy soul-sworn steadfast oath
An 1 to thy heart be true thy hear; ;
What thy soal teaches learn to know,
And piny out thine appointed part;
'And thou shall reap as thou shall sow;
Nor helped nor hindered in thy growth,
To thy full stature thou shalt grow.
Fix on the future's goal thy face,
Tfor let thy feet bo lured to stray
Now hither, but be swift lo run,
Anil nowhere tarry by the way,
Until at lost the end is won,
And thou may'st look back from thy place
And see thy long day's journey done.
'It's such a lonesome place here,"
said Cynthia Copley, dolefully.
"Good creation!" retorted Uncle
Pliineas (for shortness known as
"Fin"), "what did you expect? . I told
you, didn't I, that it was out on the
shores of Lake Umbagog, without a
house for two miles around ?"
"Oh, yes, I know," said Cjnthia.
with a little shudder, "but I didn't
know about the bald eagles screaming,
and the horrid mooses with their big
horns, and the lap-lap of the water on
the shore! I declaie, sometimes it
seems as if I should go mad in this
"You'll get used to it arter awhile,"
said Uncle Fin, who was cleaning his
gun-barrel with a piece of one of his
old shirts. "I did!"
"But you aren't a woman, Uncle
"I declare to goodness, I never
thought of that!" said the old man,
with a chuckle. "It is pretty rough
on a woman to have nobody to talk to
now, isn't it ? Wal, if you'll gst into
the boat arter supper, I'll take you over
to see Indian Oscelita. It's only three
miles round the point, and she'll show
you how to stuff birds, and do fancy
work with their quills, and play on the
mandolin, and all that sort of thing.
She's a right smart gal, Oscelita is, and
pretty in the birgain. She's Pilot
John's darter, and her mother was the
handsomest Indian woman hereabout."
"Thank you!'' said Miss Cynthia
drawing herself up, "but I am not yet
reduced so low as to sek the association
of an Indian squaw."
t "Oh, go along!" said good-natured
Uncle Fin. "Ossy ain't that. Her
mother was as white as most white
women, and her father is a fine-lookin'
old chap yet. He was a Maine lumber
man, till he took to runnin' the little
steamer through the lakes. I just wish
you could see the pretty little cabin
they live in, all covered with morning
glories." "I have no desire to see it," said
Cynthia, pursing up her thin lips.
"Ossy is comin' round here some day
to visit you, she says," hazarded Uncle
"She may as well save herself the
trouble," observed Miss Copley.
"Oh-h-hl" said Uncle Fin, with a
prolonged whistle. "You're too genteel
to scrape spoons with Indian Oscelita,
eh ? "Well, I do declare there ain't no
findm' out the ways of women!"
And he laughed at intervals all the
vnr ami Hinrl:lri between whiles.
set of croquet and an outBt of lawn
tennis, some shelving . boards and
botanical cass, and the last new novels,
and came td Lake Umbagog.
"Of course there are plenty of tour
ists there, she thought, exultantly, to
herself, dreaming vague visions of re
turning home with a hat trimmed with
orange-blossoms, and an Apollo-visaged
young man in her train.
Cut, alas, she had been a month at
Pine Point, and not a soul had come,
near the place, except two or three
leather-faced old hunters, a crooked
beldam, gathering herb3 and simples
and two showmen, in search of a fine
specimen moose for their collection.
"Was it any wonder that the demon
homesickness took possession of her
Uncle Fin, on his part, had not been
entirely without the pangs of disap
pointment. Cynthia was not much
company for him after all. She could
not cook half so well a3 he could; she
mended his stockings so bunglingly
that they hurt his feet; and she forgo
to make his bed every other day on an
"Ah, well!" he consoled himself; "I
s'pose all women are alike. Indian
Oscelita ain't cut arter that pattern,
though. I'm level sure of that!"
Oscelita Dean came one day, on her
father's steamer, to the little dock,
with an offering of freshly-gathered
blueberries, radiantly-spotted birds'
eggs, and a fan of eagle plumes made
by her own hands.
"Ah, thanks!" said Cynthia, tossing
her head. "I don't care for birds' egg
collections. We've plenty of blue
berries here. What do you ask for the
eagle fan ?"
Oscelita colored a little.
"I meant it for a present," said she.
"Will you accept it ?"
"I couldnt think of such a thing,'
said Cynthia, primly. "I never re
"Then I shall leave it for Mr. Cop
ley," said Oscelita, smiling, as she
hung it over the old hunter's big chair, i
"He will like it, I know."
Cynthia looked quickly around. Was
it possible that Oscelita was manoeu
vring to entrap Uncle Fin for a hus
band ? He would be quite fool enough
to fall into the trap.
"You can do as you please about
that," said she, knitting with all her
"Your are very lonely here," said
Oscelita, in her soft, flute-like voice.
"It's the dismalest place I ever came
across in my life," said Cynthia, pet
tishly. "It doesn't seem so to me," said
Oscelita. "In my eyes it is home."
"Tastes differ,", said Cynthia, with a
But, as she sat there, she could see
that Oscelita was tall and slender, with
a complexion of the richest olive;
dark, liquid eyes, and hair like jet
silk. And, all in a second, she felt
how elderly, and sallow, and plain she
But she was Doctor Copley's daugh
ter, and Oscelita, after all, was noth
ing but the waif and stray of these
"I have been wishing to come and
see you this long time," said Oscelita
in her lo .v, mild tone.
"Much obliged.I am sure," said Cyn
thia.. "But I have resources within
myself which preclude loneliness."
"Is there nothing I can do for you ?"
persisted Ocselita, thinking of the little
boat wherewith she was wont to row
out, in the pink sunrise, after water
lillies; of the hidden wood-nooks; the
lovely little brooks, whither no one
could conduct the stranger but herself.
"Thank you!" once more retorted
Cynthia. "I don't know cf anything
unless, indeed, you could come and
scrub a half day for me every week.
I should be willing to pay a half a dol
lar, if "
Indian Oscelita rose quietly up.
"I think you are mistaken," said she.
"I am not a menial. Good-by, Miss
And Cynthia watched her unfasten
the boat and glide away on the spark
ling floor of the lake, with slow, grace
"I don't think she will come again,"
said Cynthia, hugging herself. "The
idfla of an Indian girl expecting to be
noticed by me!"
It was about this time that Captain
Sydford came to the Point, fishing
one of the real, live tourists for whom
Miss Cynthia's soul had so longed and
hired a room In Uncle Fin Copley's
And now began the real course of
life. Miss Cynthia took her guitar,
screwed up it3 strings, and practiced
so desperately that not a bald eagle re
mained within ear-shot of the Point.
She persecuted Uncle Fin into grub
bing up stumps innumerable, and level
ing down the ground for a tennis
course; and she unpacked the nets and
balls. She placed her water-colored
sketches around in the most conspicu
ous places, and posed at sunset, with
her easel and brushes, just where Cap
tain Sydford would be most likely to
see her when he alighted from the boat
at supper time.
"She's a queer old customer," said the
captain to himself. "If she will perch
herself in those exposed spots, some
high wind will blow her into the lake
"A nephew of Sir Simon Sydford, of
Ottawa?" said Cynthia, almost in a
scream. "Good gracious me, Uncle
Fin, why didn't you say so before ?"
"Didn't think of it," said Uncle Fin.
"Bless your heart, we get all sorts of
folks this a-way. Lord Dufferin him
self came down here and stayed all
night at Peter Piffin's, the guide's hut
And we had a bank burglar at Eagle
Bay for a week."
And straightway Miss Cynthia
Copley laid the foundations for an air
castle whos pinnacles rose to the very
clouds. She cooked the daintiest
dishes in her repertoire she played
the guitar of moonlight nights, and
talked general literature to poor Cap
tain Sydford, until he fell asleep more
than once, with his chair tipped back
against the side of the little porch and
snored audibly. j
"I think it is making some impres- 1
sion upoi him," she mused. "He
looked at me twice yesterday just as if ;
he were going to say something. If
he would only propose definitely, all
would be well!"
And that veiy evening. Captain
Algernon Sydford broke the spell of si- 9
lence,' spurred on thereto by Miss
Copley's broad hints. '
"I suppose you'll think me a giddy
young creature, captain," giggled she,
"I assure you that I don't think any
thing of the' sort," said Captain Syd
ford, with emphasis.
"But one can't help one's thoughts,"
went on CynWiia, "and I have been
wondering so much why you never
"Oh, that's all going to be set right
now," said the captain.
"Gracious me!" fluttered Miss
"I mean to take a wife back with me
to Ottawa," went on Captain Sydford,
with unaccustomed frankness. "To
tell the truth, Mis3 Copley, I have lost
my heart in this pine wilderness."
"Do you really mean it?" murmured
Miss Coptey, with a little gasp.
"Of course I mean it," said Captain '
Sydford, with his face fairly radiant
"Then there can be no harm in con
fessing that that I've loved you from :
the very first moment that I set eyes
on you," gurgled Mis3 Cynthia, throw-
ing herself in Captain Sydford's arms, ''
in as close an imitation as possible of a
tragic actress whom she had once seen
in Boston. "Oh, dearest Algernon, I
am s-s-."?o happy!" j
But Captain Sydford rose up with j
exceeding prom; tnessand deposited her
carefully on the calico-draped lounge, '
as if she were a brown-paper parcel. !
"My dear Miss Copley," said he, "you
are entirely mistaken. It isn't you I
mean at all. I am engaged to Miss
Oscelita Dean. We are to be married
to-morrow. I think she will be too
happy to have you witness the cere
mony, if you care to come."
But Miss Cynthia had run, sobbing
and shrieking, out of the room.'
She went back to the state of Rhode
Island the next week, and by a strange
combination of circumstances, she
traveled on the same train which car
ried Mr. and Mrs. Captain Sydford to
Boston; the captain exultantly happy,
Oscelita sweet and shy as a wild-flower.
And ever after she spoke of Lake
Umbagog as a wildernes, and its in
habitants as half-civilized aborigines.
While throughout all the vicinity of
Weldon Falls there reigns a geneid
impression that Miss Cynthia Copley
has met with a disappointment
Helen Forrest Graves.
Venison was formerly so plenty in
the San Francisco market that it sold J
for 3 to 6 cents per pound; now it
costs from 10 to 15 cents.
Owls were never an epeourean feast
but Southey once had an owl roasted
for dinner, for himself and Mr. and
Mrs. Wordsworth; I give the sequel in
his own words:
"We agreed there could be no pre
text for making owls game and killing
them as delicacies; but if ever you eat
one, above all means try it boiled, with
An omelet made of owl's eggs is said
to be a good cure for drunkenness.
At 'one time the workmen on the
Washington Monument were a good
deal annoyed to find that a plumb line
that reached from the top to the bot
tom of the shaft was frequently med
dled with. At last it was found that
an owl had taken up its abode in a part
of the shaft that afforded a shelter,
and in passing in and o t it had dis
turbed the line.
An owl wa3 once beguiled into a
Georgia conference meeting, intent in
securing a rat who had run into the
room to escape so persistent an enemy.
Dazed by the light he sailed around a
few times and alighted upon the bald
head of an old man who sat directly in
'front of the speaker. It is hardly ne
cessary to say what was the next move;
but the presence of the owl may have
called to the preacher's mind the pres
ence of Isaiah, who when he foretold
the desolation of Babylon, declared
that the house should be full of doleful
creatures, and that owls should dwell
An owj once seriously disturbed the
mourners at a funeral at Beech wood
Ontario. With tender care they had
placed the remains in a tomb, and were
turning away sorrowing, when they
heard a moan that seemed to come
from the coffin. Hurriedly they broke
the casket open, only to find all quiet
within, and then it was discovered
that the noise they had heard came
from owls at the far end of the vault.
Dodsley thought it worth his while
to write an ode on the death of an
owl, and Broomfield made the bird the
subject of his muse. Many persons
believe that an owl will keep his eyes
so intently fixed on a person walking
around him a3 to wring his own neck
off, and it was not until sume quick
eyed observer discovered that when
the owl .had turned his head half
round, he whisked it back through the
whole circle with the rapidity of light
ning, and faced again the person who
was , experimenting on him. Provi
Curious Fact About Words.
Marsh tells us that the number of
English' words not yet obsolete, but
found in good authors, or in approved
usage by correct speakers, including
the nomenclature pf science and the
arts, does not probably fall short of
one hundred. A large portion of these
words, however, do not enter into the
living speech, the common language
of daily and hourly thought. Some
celebrated English and American ora
tors have been able, upon occasions, to
summon at their command one-half of
this vast array of words, although they
habitually content themselves with a
much less imposing display of verbal
force. Few writers of speakers use as
many as ten thousand words; ordinary
persons of fair intelligence not above
three or four thousand. If a scholar
were to be required to name, without
examination, th i authors whose Eng
lish vocabulary was the largest, he
would probably specify the all-embracing
Shakespeare and the all-knowing
Milton; and yet, in all the works of
the great dramatist there occur not
more than fifteen thousand words, in
the poems of Milton not above eight
thousand. The Old Testament uses
but 5,6-12 words. The whole number
of Egyptian hieroglyphic symbols does
not exceed eight hundred, and the
entire Italian operatic vocabulary is
said to be scarcelv more extensive. '
A Railroad Disaster.
Dumley was telling, how narrowly
he escaped from being run over by a
railroad disaster. "Why," he went on,
"it fairly took my breath away."
"Did you say the train had two en
gines?" asked young FeatheVly, very
"Certainly not; I said nothing about
"Well," responded young Featherly,
"I don't see how a train with one en
gine could take your breath away." .
Philadelphia Call .
A CRANK 0N THE THRONE.
Eccentricities of the King of
Hiding Prom His Subjects and Indulg
ing in Queer Antics.
Multifarious are the anecdotes
fables, some of them, I really believe
told of the king. He is a misogynist
a hater of court ceremonials, yet with
al a man who stands upon his dignity;
a passionate lover of mountain scen
ery, and a great stickler for the anato
my of Bavaria. He will not have it.
Prussianized at any price. His favor
ite seat is a hunting-lodge up in the
mountains. It is said that he sleeps
in a large, lofty rocm, with the ceiling
painted to represent the firmament,
and a practicable moon shedding a
mellow light from one quarter of the
artificial heavens. The perspective is
managed so as to give the illusion of
spaciousness, and through the distant
trees cut out ou the canvas, a3 he re
clines may be heard the plash of fall
ing waters. Their lullaby hushes him
to sleep. Sometimes his majesty rises
in the night, has a black steed saddled,
i and dashes off at whirlwind speed up
and down the hill roads which are
well kept for that reason likeaphan-
! torn hprseman pursued by some re
lentless decree of the supernatural
powers. The finest stud in Bavaria
is to be found in his stables, but the
cattle are cast soon and often; they
are thoroughly worn out and broken
down after a very few years in the
royal service. He plays practical
jokes on his retinue sometimes. It is
related of him that a minister arrived
in hot haste once to crave an audience
on important business of state. The
king was out hunting the chamois, but
by some chance the minister succeed
ed in catching the party. Ludwig pre
ceded him to a gamekeeper's hut
where he sometimes used to unch,
and went in, telling him to attend
him. The minister waited one hour,
two hours, and at last, losing patience,
and fearing that his royal master had
been attacked by some sudden illness,
forced in the door. 2Zo king was there.
He had made Lis exit by a window at.
the back, and was avay on the high
hills in pursuit of the game. In the
capital his majesty often commands
an opera--generally one by Wagner,,
for whom he has as strange a predic
tion as a predecessor on the throne had
for Lola Montez, and this opera is pro
duced in the middle of the day. The
theater is darkened, and no one is ad
mitted to the auditorium but himself.
If he is pleased he sends the prima
donna, not a bracelet nor a ring, but a
bouquet of flowers plucked by hi3 own
hands. He once had "Lohengrin" en
acted on the Starnberger See, the bor
ders of the Lake having been illumina
ted at his expense. When the war
with France broke out he was dis
pleased, but dared not attempt to stem
the tide of universal German leeling.
However, he declined to go to the
front, and withdrew himself to his be
loved solitudes while the stirring
events which led to the building of the
German empire were thrilling the
world with excitement At the close
of the duel of Titans, the crown prince
of Germany came to Munich to pass
! the victorious Bavarians in gala re
1 view. The king fled again to the
; mountains. He knew the popular
commander would receive an enthusi
! astic greeting, and he did not choose
j to play second fiddle in his own capi
tal to any domestic foreigner. He
takes a deep interest in tho "Passion
j Play," and when Josef Meyer was
drafted into a fighting contingent, he
j gave strict orders that he should be
; detained at Munich and employed as a
clerk in the war office. The village of
; the Mystery lost its own share in that
conflict which brought mourning to so
; many humble firesides in the father
land, and of the actual performers two
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I were killed in the field or succumbed to
, their wounds. Tinsley's Magazine.
j Made Up. -
"No, George; my mind is made up,"
said Miss Fussanfeather to her fiancee,
young Crim3onbeak, when that gentle
man was trying to persuade her to go
somewhere against her will.
"Is it,'" replied he, rather tartly.
"Yes, it is," was her firm reply.
mWqII it- isn't, Mia nnlv thinrr tViat'a
made up about you," said the blooming
blood, brushing the powder from the
lapel of his coat, and reaching for his