'1 -lull
.t vnr.d tho hilts;
-ck to tbis place
1
. v so stIU; ,
k j and lightning and
. - not b Rt rest ;
mvtMinjc tti-iujtvt.
'y shine instead,
and earth all bright.
that she's been here:
e lor seventeen years'
-ers of happy bloom
i a rain ot tears.
. the tntdnipht shadesf ,
"may 1 have rest? v
j i hm aching head?
iivir heart in my -weary
' ' .
than she understands;
d tor ir.y soul in truth;
ovlin with lifted hands
-eet my shattered youth.
j . at 1 love him still
tlier, mot her. or life
pe was to bear his nam,
"it heavens to be his wife!
shail not erimson my cheek with
"" . ve been my glory that name to
. .he .
rincely heart from whence It came;
iss I pave to the bride to-night
e oil lue and lipht (trow dim
" know s how 1 presKl her iips,
ne kiss to her be jrivon to himl
DOC.
.A Simple Tale of Backwoods Life.
' WAien Doe first came to live with tis
"v is in the early spring. He was a
tiful-looking boy. Ho was a little,
CiVv-lookinghap, with a paleface,
"Til. lioiiTarm?, and short, weakly
kins less, and rather sickly-look-ir,
fii.zled np, straw-colored hair on
s head. There was no personal
cantv about Doc's face and figure,
" 'ad vet he was not unusually hard fav--..jhI!
He was commonplace. Only
- that and nothing more. Only a pea
in a pod where a dozen peas of similar
'appearance reposed. Only a little
wire-grass hoy. .with. not one redeem
- V in- feature about him except his eyes.
S Thev were onlv remarkable for the pa-
.. thetic expression that lingered there.
What little lisrht that ever flashed from
them was of that sorrowful cast that
one observes lingering on the western
horizon after a dav's rain has closed
in a humid sunset.
. Doc lost his mother. That was the
tie that bound us to him. She was a
commonplace wire-grass woman, but
: 1. 1 ...... ..1 jl ,- i.l r th camA
111 lit 1 11 1 1 V 1 1, ti I W . . n v.v . . .- "
"r;iits of maternal love and cherishing
tenderness that are supposed to ilium
ine the high-born souls of those grand
dames whose white hands have never
battled asrainst a hard and evil fate
for the simple necessities of prolong
in r existence. She had nourished and
cherished her little boy, as only a fond
mother can nourish and cherish a weak
and fragile child. Ever on the watch,
she had stood between him and all the
wild streams of adversity that raged
about their humble log cabin in the
desolate barrens.
When she died Doc took it to heart
to a greater extent than any of us
thought possible. He had been such a
pnnv, peevish, pettish sort of a boy
that we thought that only his selfish
ness conld suifer. We were mistaken.
Doc was older than his age.
Well I remember how mother used
to toast the crispest bits of brown
enmhrcftd. softened with the fresh.
-.sweet butter, and how she used to put
that brown mush
6urar in his coffee, so as to muuee me
little fellow to eat. ,
vTir b!a ma is dead, she
fid to sav, "and we must try to,
him from missing her mexeFfyraj we j
can." '
And we . 'vre learning. We were
Jbeuy-taught the grandest lesson in
human lore the creed of unselfish
ness. We could not get him to join us very
often in any play. He was too weak.
But when the afternoon sun shone
through the rifts in the great pine for
est he would creep out on the sunny
Bide with us and we would adjust our
sports to his strength. Sometimes he
would look up from his play, and, with
Ts eves fulfoi tears, lie wouui ex
claim: "My ma is dead! I can t never
see her no more! Then he would sob
and moan as if his little heart would
break, and I am not ashamed to say
we would cry too. "Might not the
good Lord take our dear mother, too?"
we asked ourselves.
Ah! my sainted mother! Thy love
lighted brown eyes have been closed
to earthly scenes for many summers.
Thev closed your poor, toil-worn
hands above your cold, still heart a
long, long time ago, and the. tall pines
have shed from their drooping
boughs the purest distilled dews of
heaven above your lonely grave; and
yet in my dreams I see that face often
and again, and I never accomplish a
r'ood deed or am sruiltv of a bad one
but what vours is the first name that
flashes through my intellect. A man
may have 10.000 friends." even two
well-beloved wives, but never but one
mother. Blessed be that holy name
above all earthly treasures most sacred
and Ion srest cherished.
As the spring davs grew warmer and
the timid wood violets peeped forth on
banks where the sun lingered longest,
our protege grew more robust. Thef-e
was even a faint tinge of blood in his
pallid cheek after a short walk about
the plantation.
Deeper green grew the woodlands.
The rugged pines even touched t hem
Reives up with a few gay tufts of. a
softer tint, and from their queer blos
soms fell showers of gold dust that
covered the still surfaces of the water
ponds. The trailing jasmine covered
itself -with golden bloom, and the
honeysuckle and dogwood blossoms
made the swamps and lowlands radi
ant with gay hues and redolent with
delicate perfume. Birds sang among
the bursting buds on the crab-apple
tree, and the blue arch of heaven was
gilded with the line gold of the life-giving
sunlight.
Oar sports and' pastimes would seem
funny to you. We went fishing nights.
It was onlv half a mile to the creek,
and on a little bluff that overhung the
dark waters we could build our camp
fires, and then cast our crude tackle
in the gloomy eddies where the fire
light played in. fitful waves of light and
shadow. Doc did love to fish. We
"would dig in the trash heaps for muck
worms ok skin the pine logs -for saw-
vers, and then tve would ' carry his
tackle for him, " and walk slow, and
help him across the sloshes, and when
he would catch a mudcat we would say
it was a big, .tine-fellow. ; t
Doc was not an hnappreciative boy.
He sang those queer, old-fashioned
sonffs forus ontrs which he had heard
-w hj mother sing. I have sat and lis
tened, to his, -'Barbara Allen" as the
-. echoe3 ran riot among the caves and
jungles, till the big owl returned the
challenge with a mocking fit of insane
lane-hter,
The old song comes back to me with
the quaint rhythm as I write:
He sent his servant to the .town,
Where ftarlfry whk a dwellin".
Savin' you must m to me own master
t your name be Harb'ry Allen.
Then there was another stanza that
"was very affecting indeed:
the
win. -lie Oio:.iM)I UU .miuie-nco m.
noon, and lay Lawrcueo dancing on
the worm fences. Summer time, sweet
summer time! The peaches ripened
and reddened, and the. corn silks be
gan to appear. Doe said if the iirst
silk you. saw was a ret I one you would
be healthy and lucky the balance of
the year. The first one he saw that
summer was a t ea one.
And. O, the signs -ami sayings ne
taught us. 11c loid us that if we saw
the new moon in n clear sky it was
lucky. He told "s if we killed a toad
our best t".w would die. He told us
that the knots in Old Beauty's mane
when we went to feed her in the morn
ing-Old Beattiv was our horse were
caused bv the witches who rode her
the night before, and used these knots
for stiri nns. Then he said when old
bominieker, my favorite hen, took
suell of ci'owinir that
Whis'lin' women an' crokin' hens
is ant to come to some bad end."
Sure enough, a blue darter hawk
killed old Dominicker the very next
Sunday.
Doe began to be stout and strong
now. lie looKeu on me iaucu jai-hi-i
and little breeches he w ore when he
first came to our house in a sort of
reminiscrnt.lv pitying way, for his
arms had grown more muscular, and
his short le-rs had srrow n stouter, ana
Doc began to be a right good-looking
bov. after all
Autumn came with her sad eyes and
sobbing winds. Autumn had a deeper
significance than ever before, for there
were portentous tidinirs wafted from
:ifar on every breeze that wandered
through the" heavens. A big white
comet blazed in the sky. and Doe said
that meant war. Doe was a respeeta
ble-lookiii'T lad. indeed, now. He was
15 years old. but few would nave oe
lieved it. His eves still had that far
away expression in them. He was
older than his years.
That was a winter long to oe re
membered. Gray uniforms were seen
at the last y early" meeting, held in No
vember, and the preachers at that
meeting spoke words that sounded
harshly in our untntoreil ears, loung
women hummed warlike airs, and were
eager to catch the latest refrain.
I remember how the crimson deep
ened on Cousin Sue's brown cheek
when she rattled off:
Huzza! Hnzaai! for the bonnie blue Sag so
dear, . j
Huzza: for the sword and plume that South- j
ern soldiers wear '. 1
At the first frolic the fiddler wore a
red feather in his hat and played
"Dixie,"
Men talked and women sang, and
the warm blood ran riot in the South
ern veins. "On to war," "O. Johnnie,
aire you botin' to be a soldier?"'
Vnnr waist, it is too slender.
Tour hands thev are too small.
And vour cheeks too red and rosy.
To face a cannon ball
And sintf O and sinir O.
Sure you will, my dear!
One wintry night the northern sky
burst into a deep crimson, and we
knew that the supernatural flame of
aurora borealis was burning on the
brow of heaven. Doc said that was
the sign of war. Everything was the
siTi of war. We had noticed the omi
nous "W" on the back of the locusts in
the early autumn. Captain Jack
Rainey had muster every week, and
the tramp, tramp, tramp of gathering
squadrons shattered the slumberous
depths of the barrens.
1 knew that uoc nao met i.tic' l'ax-
ton at the frolic, and I few that he
had follow-edhejrpfy movement with
a fascinjwfze. She was not grown
ut she was "most grown," they
all sain, sne was w, aim iuuua
men chose her for a partner when they
played "all around the merry pole,
and Doc sat and watched her.
These were stirring times. .Men ana
women shattered the fetters of con
ventionality and grew from boys to
men and from girls to women with
marvelous rapidity.
At a candy-pulling voc puiiea canay
with her. The way of it w as that they
all played "lonesome," and they needed
one more to be the "lonesome one,"
and he was induced, much against his
will, to join. His success emboldened
him. and so the boy and the girl pulled
candv, and both were so painfully
conscious of their own youthfnlness
that they pulled in silence.
Luev s brother John was nearly in.
He was a dutiful loy and his mother
was a widow. He worked for her and
for Lucy and they lived well.
Aain spring glailiieneii i!ie carta
withher spir'tuelie beauty. But there
was not as nmcn ooisreronsness at tne
annual "log-rolling" as usual. In fact.
there were very few log-rollings.
Mothers and daughters and younger
sons pulled the fallen trees together
the best they- could and burned them.
Women in big sunbonnets, kept from
flopping over their eyes by wooden
"splits" inserted in the crown, grasped
the plowhandles, while "tucking
strings" girded about their waists kept
the skirts from trailing in the dirt.
Ah, they were made of superior met
tle, these women of the barrens were.
That spring we had to work a great
deal harder and had less time for fish
ing than before. Doc helped us. He
was industrious, thongh still a weak-
,our m..ia It v n.'
ia"ain thetu There was a
wild tempest, of war. Brotiznl and
bearded our heroes came home.
Bowed with defeat, tattered and torn,
rasrTed veterans of a hundred battles.
There were so many heroic deeds that
the recital of dating achievements
grew commonplace. lhey did not
like to talk about it. Our Doc had
been every inch a soldier. He had ac
quitted himself nobly. Ho was going
to die, as so many stronger men nau
died, without a stain on his fair es
cutcheon. It was L,ucv 1'axton s nana
that plucked the sweet bouquets which
found their way to his feeble nanus.
It was her mother who sat wun our
mother and counted the pulse beats of
onr Doc as life was fading fast away
One day he roused himself from his
stunor. and with a light in ins eyes l
had never seen in-iore, ne asscii uie 10
co and see if the "love vine'' had be-
fitn crowinc 1 did as he requested.
and found the goiuen inreaus eiuwineu
around the low srallberrv bushes.
"Is it a-growing," he asked when 1
came in.
"li's; it is
answered.
"I knowed it.
I'm so glad '
That was the last word he ever lit
tered.
Lucy Paxton is the noble w ife of an
honest farmer. She is a good woman.
and she points out a little mound in
th old rravevard to her children
when they go there meeting days, and
thev scrape awav the green mold ana
the lichens, and'spell out the letters
on it. "D-O-C. Doe." M. M. Fotsom
in Atlanta Constitution.
.1 The t nun n. " I
; iC 1 And the dim llaht lei
A the ! It tell on the hitiiiicrt
running everywhere," I
That s a sure sign.
Uaronlitl halt.
II nn the tjestriea villi
i4 iiold cloth
Ancestral banners m modern growtn.
A (fli'iim on his ciiisi-le tratures roiicti.
And ne imisjMHi nisqii'.ii line a ourou ihhu.
1 11 write me a imioiii, lie tiraveiy criwi,
'I'll write me a poem.' and then he slRhca,
'A beuutilul poem and call It. mi ode
A Jul'llee ioem J til by the llood.
or 11 wasn I an imu iwus nu vuuiij.
He sniinred the miner before his breast.
The oaper that Uire the liimlly crest.
That ancient crest ol hiiili renown
while thu dim light uuneeu o er nis loruiy
crown.
A vrand Inspiration ho meant this to bo,
lin l, r.uib Yr Ilia li!,1i'i-r Rllil title ' MlP.
Aud thouftlit out theodeon the itrcat Jubilee.
put It wasn l till one iwus uu uuimj.
Then he carved away on the )npcr with a will.
lie carved away with his ti uiy quui,
Till thn unrri Hew nut al.l' the adleCttVCS TOSO,
Till the metaphors mixed; theu be blew his
And he thought In his heart of heart It wai
prose.
Put said ho to himself, there's nobody knowa.
I don t care one nristoc. iitleal jot,
Whcrhfi- it' Ti'i.soii or win ther its rot:
Tim Diilllhln .iihtif ..ill .nllliiiw the lot. .
AS tney ai' wuen me u.u au'j lire w
And 1 told them 1 stood on a Tower in the
wet."
iur it wasn't nn odo, 'twas an oddity.
Ptlllhe tore away like a. very Turk,
nil nts royal pen reiusca to worn.
And the tsnluttcrtnir point In consequence.
limnu-ht the Iiiiri'uto buck to common sense.
iv he tlnl.olied the ode on. I tie buttoned his ooat.
He buttoned tt uo to his very throat:
Then he called lor his vulct of high degree
And unto that va.et. he said said ho.
"lake all these precious MtS.
And bear them hence to the printing press.
Then he d..nned his cuapcau wlthoutany more
wonts.
And made a bee-line for the House ox
Lords.
Glasgow Bailie.
UliKTA.
ABE LINCOLN IN SPRINGFIELD.
How tha Presidential Candidate Got lit
Mall Ills Wife's Ambition.
)
lked adown the stree'v
v a-toUm',
-:v. Tiitul to.?-"
ng compared with other lads.
The first time I saw him twirl a
strand of golden love vine over his
head and cast it on the bushes I was
amused. Doc told me that he had
named it "Lucy Paxton," and if it
erew he would know that she loved
him, and if not he would be disap
pointed. He was getting too deep for
our philosophy then.
A whole year roi lea away, ami on
the next spring I saw that the love vine
reappeared and grew on the ousnes.
Doc saw it too, and he wa pleased
freatly pleased. He was not an ar
ent lover. He worshipped at a dis
tance. The young fellows who came
home on furloughs were very gallant
and deferential toward Lucy, inis
must have worried Doc, but he never
gave any sign.
Then came tnat can ior men; ui:
plucking of the very flower of South
ern chivalry. O, remorseless war!
John faxton was IS, anil lie must go
to the war and leave his mother and
Lucy Ut fight the harder batile at home.
The "enrolling officer," that agent of
war whose approach was dreaded so
much, he told us that.
When he left D.e followed him out
to the gate. After a short ' talk the
officer departed after shaking Doc by
the hand.
Tve learned soraethin'," he said,
with a radiant face, when he came
back. "The enrolling officer says that
John can stay at home if ha can get a
substitute. I'm gwine to be his sub
stitute." Of course John Paxton did not want
to agree to the proposition. It looked
unmanly for him to stay and send a
little fellow like Doc. But the latter
argued, "I ain't got nobody to keer
for, an' if I git hurt nolmdy'll be the
loser. You've got Mis' Paxton and
and Lucy," he stammered, "an you
ought 1:o stay an' make the crap. Be
sides, I want to git to be a big Gener'l
some time, maybe, an' then I'll I'll
well, I want to go, anyhow, an' I'm
gwine as your substitute." And he-
wenu
;-..oor little Doc! t rienii
91 of our ehildl ; " .
'- "t that had bet: -
"-,-P i.v .h: .
"Yes, as von say, new Tarns about
Lincoln are hard to tind. Neverthe
less, his was such a striking personal
ity that it is not easy to exhaust the
material he offered to the story-teller.
So spoke a middle-aged man a few
nights ago to the writer.
"You see." continued my friend. "I
was born in Spriugtield, III., and lived
here until the war. From my earliest
boyhood Abe Lincoln was to me an
impressive figure. He used to come to
mv father's store, stick his feet on the
counter and talk about the affairs
of the nation. I was present oue
night when Abe came in looking as
melancholy as a man whose hens won't
lay.
"What s the matter. Lincoln? ' my
father asked.
"Oh. nothing much. I'm discour
aged a bit. I fear my tilt with Dou
las was not very successful."
"Nonsense. Abe," remarked my fa
ther. "Your words have electrified
the couutrv. They will bear rich fruit
for you. Your reputation has been
merely local heretofore; now it is
national."
Do vou think so? Well, I hone
you're right." Then the future Presi
dent stalked ont into the night looking
more cheerful than when he entered
I will never forget the first few days
after he was nominated. At that time
Springfield had no postal delivery and
we were in the habit of going to the
postoffice late in the afternoon for our
mail. Sometimes 200 people would
gather in and near the postoffice. The
evening after he was choen presi
dential candidate by hisarty AlTe
came to the P3Stefie"as 'usual for his
letters: Hevvas dressed in the homely
j fashion of the time and place and
greeted his neighbors in his usual uem-
ocratic way. lie found Ids box full of
letters and newspapers.
The next afternoon he came agaiu.
This time the mail filled three lxijxes.
He was dressed with more care than
he had been the day before. On the
third day after his nomination he ap
peared at the postoffice with a basket
on his arm. He went away with his
basket, pockets and hat overflowing
with envelopes, newspapers, cam
paign documents, etc.
After this he was obliged to employ a
secretary, w ho collected his mail, and
we sawbut little of the great man.
Whenever he appeared in public, how
ever, we noticed lhat he wore what
gossip called "his Sunday best.
Those were lively times in Spring
field. The town was overrun with
prominent men from all parts of the
country. It was my privilege to at
tend the reception given to his fellmv
townsmen bv Lincoln after his elec
tion. I shall never forget the picture
he presented as he towered above his
wife and greeted his old friends. There
was not in his manner the slightest tn-
dicaTTou of what is now called "the
big head." Mrs. Lincoln was very
gracious and made a line impression
that night. I heard Ale sav to my fa
ther in the hallway as we were about
to leave:
"I guess Marv will carry herself
right well in Washington, old man.
Sneaking of Mrs. Lincoln reminds
me of an episode that took place some
years betore Aue oecanie a national
hero. There was a well-to-do tailor in
Springfield who iwued a handsome
house iiist across the street from the
Liucolns. Mrs. Lincoln did not feel
pleased that a tailor should live in a
finer residence than that occupied I
a leading lawyer. When Abe was off
on circuit, therefore, she had a story
added to llieir house. 1 he 10b was
nearly finished when Abe returned.
He strode down the street, gazed at
his house in surprise, and then crossed
to the tailor's side of the road.
"Who lives in that palatial mansion
over there?" he asked of his neighbor.
"The widow Lincoln.'' answered the
smiling tailor. I hen was lieanl a voice
from the top story of the Lincoln house:
"Abe. Ale. come to dinner. You're
late."
"Yes," said Mrs. Pnrkhurst, pluck
ing diligently away at the pair X
ducks which Greta, the "help" no
body talked aliout servants at Cassell's
Creek had inst decapitated and
brought in. "We ve all been kept
busy sinco the wreck. Eh? Haven't
heard of t'.ie wreck? Lame! Why,
everybody at Cassell's Creek is talking
&UOUI 1U 11 v lis .1 iir.-iriH uatu,
don't you see, with two emigrant cars,
and when the trestle-work at Big
Brook gave way, there was a general
smash-up: iNonmij r Kiiieit, put iois o
people hurt We kept two German
women here for a week. One of 'em
had a sprained 'wrist, and the other had
a confused head oh, contused, of
course; you're right, Greta, but who is
to pick and choose when words are so
much alike? It was lucky Greta was
here, or I couldn't have understood
the poor things, nor they me. Here,
Greta, you'd better fix the stuffing. It
has a nicer flavor somehow, when you
mix in the onions and sage. And the
ground was strewn for a hundred feet
around, with the sptiuterea bits 01
cars, and broken trunks and boxes,
and the greatest lots of feather-beda
and blankets, that the poor wretches
were carrying West. Parson Post
took up a collection in church to help
Vm out with their fare, and to buy the
necessaries that they had lost. 1 was
glad o that."
So Mrs. Parkhurst chatted on with a
steady, even ripple of voice, like the
current of some mountain stream,
while Mr. Stanley listened, sometimes
hearing what she said, and sometimes
not.
The truth was, he was watching
Greta, the tall slight
with the coil of blonde
like a glittering rope about her head.
2H'.tThe big blue eyes, so full of limpid
light.
How strange were the inequalities ol
this world!
Mrs. Parkhurst, his aunt, shapeless,
and rubicund, looked like a ilairy-
woman.
Greta, the hired maid-servant, had
the mien and bearing of a princess.
Her voice was low aud exquisitely
modulated, her pronunciation was
perfect.
Herbert staniev nan come uown to
Cassell's Creek to see about the title
deeds of a neighboring farm, in which
one of his clients was interested.
He had anticipated a dull time while
the papers were being made out, for he
knew of phi how Aunt rarkhnrst
would proe and liicle Parkhurst
preach; and now that n pretty Cousin
Nell was married and gone to Califor
nia, the sojourn would be simply unbearable.
But here was Greta Harmon, a per
fect symphony in bine ami gold! as
he artist enough to paint her, with his
kit of water-colors? Could he find
fitting words to describe her. 111 the
novelotte he was writing for the Week
ly Uicepsf
line wanteu a mouei, now ana men.
and Greta was different from any
woman he had ever seen before.
Housework became an idyll when per
formed with such slow stately grace;
domestic service was elevated when a
girl like Greta Harmon stepped into
its ranks.
His first night at the farm was rest
less and disturbed.
"What was that roaring sound
heard soon after midnight?'' he asked
his aunt the next morning. "It dis
turbed me so I could not sleep."
"Roarin' sound? Ain't it the falls?"
said Mrs. Parkhurst, measuringout the
thick rich cream for the coffee with no
stingy hand.
"No; I heard the falls, too; but that
is a soothing sound rather than other-
Ilow'a this? Lockcu u...
hurst never kept this place lev;
in my time." " -
lie gave the paaiocK a pull; the
rusted iron Parted from the crumbling'
wood, and the door burst open.
In the same moment some large
body plunged towards him, with a
ferocious growl. It was a good-sized
brown bear!
"Confusion!" roared our hero, back
ing involuntarily into a corner, while
ho protected himself, as well as he
could, by holding up the portfolio be
fore his face.
In an instant, however, a light figure
glided past him a hand was laid upon
the brutes leather collar.
"Down, Shag down!" said Greta
Harmon's soft sweet voice in accents
of the utmost composure. "I am sorry
Mr. Stanley, that tny pet should have
frightened you; but I never expected
that anyone would break into his house
like this."
"Your pet!" gasped Stanley.
"It was his restlessness, 1 suppose,
that annoyed you in the night," ex
plained Greta, "lie was fastened to s
tree in the woods. He likes cool fresh
air, poor thing, but this morning I
changed him to this lonely place. Mr.
Parkhurst is deaf, you know, and don't
near things; ami 1 wotiiiin t have Mrs.
Parkhurst know this for the world
"But," cried Stanley, "the brute is
dangerous!"
"Not a bit, poor fellow!" said calm
Greta. "He is thoroughly tamed. He
t a. nerforminiT hesir. anil I found him
wandering through the woods on the j
day of the railway wreck. My uncle, I
in Germany, used to tame bears for
showmeu, and I understand all their
ways; so I brought him here, and I've
fed him and cared for him ever since,
expecting that his owner would come
to claim him some time. No one has
come, though; and it is more than
likely, I am beginning to fear, that his
owner was drowned in some of those
deep pools in the creek, under the trestle-work."
"And yon are going to keep him?"
asked Herbert Stanley.
What else can I db?" asked Greta.
raising the composed blue eyes to
Stanley's face. "One can't turn bears
loose in the woods in a place like this.
And the poor thing reminds me of my
youth. Oh I'll get along in some fash
ion, onlv please don't speak of this to
mv good li icii'ls, the Parkhursta!"
Aha!' thought Stanley; "all will be
well if we can once establish a link of
secrecy between us this exquisite
blonde and me."
And at the end of the week, so far
infatuated was he that he asked Mar-
' gareta Harmon to be his wife.
"She is so beautiful!" he :
said to him
self. "I can make anything I please
out of her. No duchess could grace
my home more royally, whatever may
be" her present rank."
But to his surprise, Greta dropped
him one of her slow, queenly curtsies,
and decliued his offer.
Herbert Stanley for a moment could
hardly believe his ears. j
"You you don't like me?" he gasped.
"Oh. very much!" said artless Greta.
"But I don t love you; there's where it
is. I could never marrr a man unless
1 1 loved him very, very much."
j And the blue eyes went dreamily out
into space.
hand-maiden,! "Coound it all! said Matley to
hair - tv, Uteil himself ; "there's some fellow over in
orrnisnv 111:11 sue is pining aiirr.
And fie had made his sacrifice in
Ono of the moai -
have como into the Untied buiic
ate in recent years is Nathan Fellows
lJixon of Westerly, it. l., elected to mil
the unexpired term of Jonathan Chace,
who resigned in April. 1889. It is a
matter of history that Daniel Webster
and other men of his time could repeat
word for word the Constitution of the
United States, and that it was no task
at all for them to rattle off the Decla
ration of Independence from memory
without missing a word. Senator
Dixon has not yet put his memory to
tbis test, but he has shown what a
wonderful one it is in another and,
perhaps, more difficult manner. Some
time ago, after he had been a senator
but a few months, he astonished his
colleagues one day by repeating en
tirely from memory and without mak
ing a single error the roll call of the
Senate, consisting of eighty-four names,
arranged alphabetically. There were
manv expressions of surprise at this
exhibition of his peculiar powers, but
Mr. Dixon modestly protested that he
had performed no feat at all, and then
to prove it ho almost paralyzed his
astonished hearers by repeating the
roll call backward, without once hesi
tating or committing an error of any
kind.
Repeating the roll call in alphabeti
cal order is not the only evidence of
Senator Dixon's wonderful memory.
So closely has he watched the proceed
ings in the Senate and so keen is his
sense of observation that he can at any
time call off. entirely from memory,
the list of pairs, stating accurately Just
what senators are paired with each
other, and on what subjects. Senator
Casey has charge of the matter of
arranging pairs in the Senate, and re
peatedly he finds it necessary to con
sult with Senator Dixon, and always
receives information as to the status of
the pairs which enables him to arrange
everything satisfactorily for all parties.
As told in the N. Y. Sun lately, dur
ing almost the entire tariff debate
Senator Dixon kept his head studiously
buried in the report of the finance
committee. When it was accidentally
discovered in the Senate a few days
ago, it was found to contain among
other things caricatures more or less
flattering of several of the more pict
uresque members of the Senate. la
many cases, however, his pictures were
in no sense caricatures, but presented
I striking likenesses of the subjects.
I For instance, on the margin of one of
: the pages he had sketched a most per
j feet outline of the clear-cut profile of
I Senator Evarts of New York. The
sketch was such a clever one that the
portrait was recognized at a glance by
.. . , . ,
all wno saw it, ana air. uixon oas
been kept busy explaining that he had
no motive in making the picture except
to occupy his mind. The book in which
he made his drawing is a large volume
containing the various sections of the
riff bill, and the reason why tae
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Call in the deck lookouts! Lav aloft
the lookout to the masthead P the
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Guess lilct lj- they've mit the mill-
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is the dickens and all to make a clatr
ter."
Night work at this time o year!
Are you crazy, l'ai khtiist? demanded
bis wife.
vain.
The next dav thus strangely does
fate weave her web a tali, broad
shouldered young man alighted from
the train at Cassell's Creek station.
"I'm the manager of a Western
show," said he to the station-agent.
"and mv best performing bear was
lost here in the accident last spriu
I've onlv iust tracked him to this place.
The attendant was so frightened at the
accident that he shmk away, and we
have just convinced him that he can
neither te nuns nor imprisoned lor a
thinsr which was none of his fault.
Perhaps the creature may be dead; but
if he's above eround, I mean to find
him. Come on, Clatis, and help me to
identify King Bruin:
Claus, a lair-naireu snuunng uer-
man: followed close uentnu nis master
with a guilty air.
"Does anvone know anything of
docile bear loose in this neighborhood?"
said the manager, looking cheerily
around
.t.,l-l,,,t'o 1,i,..l ff-iVa rtt nn
said a barefooted boy, who chewed to
bacco, and was not in the least like
Whittier's ideal. "Old man Parkhurst
found it chained in the baru last week
and made a iollv row about it- But
they let her keep it."
"And where does this gentleman
lire?' asked the manager,
"I II show you," said the barefooted
bov.
king Bruin bad not forgotten his
old friends. The meeting between
him and Claus was mutually joyful,
The poor German 6hed tears of joyf
and Bruin gave voice to a hoarse roar
ing which meant unutterable things as
he put both paws on Claus s shoulders.
and rubbed his wet muzzle against his
keeper s sandy beard. And in tne
midst of this, while the manager stood
smiling by, Greta Harmon came run
ning down the hill from the house.
"Who dares to touch my bear?" she
breathlessly demanded.
"It is my bear, Greta Harmon,"
quietly responded the manager. "Dost
Uiou not know me, Grctchen?"
She stood amazed.
"Karl!" she cried out "Karl Klun
der! Why, wherever did you come
from? Am I back in Bavaria again
at mv uucle's door
changes were proposed,' arranged on
lternate pages lor reauy reierence.
The margin of these pages is very
broad, and it was here that Mr. Dixon
arranged his caricatures, and where he
drew on the page relating to works of
art and antiquity an almost uie-sizea
reproduction of the cherub-like face of
Senator Hoar. To give an interesting
and humorous turn to the picture the
artist purposely neglected to draw any
hair on the head ot air. xioar. ana me
effect was most ludicrous. Ihe book
was shown about in the cloak rooms
for some time before Mr. Dixon discov
ered his loss. As soon as he obtained
possession of his improvised album he
locked it in his desk aud refused to
show it to anybody. It must not be
supposed that'Mr. Dixon used his tariff
book onlv for the purposes 01 sueicn
ing. It is a fact that on the margin of
the pages he recorded every amend
ment made to the tariff bill from the
time it was first called up until it was
disposed of, together with the votes
.. ... ,, r i
upon Itiem. Ills atoum iuruisnos m
complete illustrated record of the con-
and the light at the masthead are ex
tinguished by the touch of a button in
the "dynamo-room" below, while a
sailor goes "tripping up aloft" to the
foretop-sail yard, simultaneously with
a long-drawn shrill whistle of the boat
swain's pipe, echoed on the gun-deck
by others, and the hoarse cry of the
boatswain's mates calling: "A-a-ll
ha-a-nds! Up all hammocks!" The
great ship is waking np. and out of
the hatches the men" come tumbling
one after the other sailor-men. ap
prentice boys, liremen. marines, cooks,
and "all hands" each with a ham
mock neatly rolled ready to be placed
in the nettings in the bulwarks.
Brawny, bare-chested, bare-footed fel
lows, most of them; regardless of the
cold wiud blowing and the wet decks,
they run nimbly to their appointed
statious. some clambering up and
opening the nettings, while the others
pitch their hammocks iu aud stow them
away and out of sight for the day. As
we lean over therail now and look
flown the scene is an animated one.
The deck forward is swarming with
men. and "Jackie" is making his
morning toilet and preparing for
breakfast and the day's routine. See
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Sam Jones Skins a Rude.
to the
that
ss Greta."
very roots of
We commence down at the stone and
aro ui to the divine nature. We have
ail these phases in tlie human family.
The dude represents the stone. His
brains, if he ever had any, went out
the end of his spiked shoes; ono of
these fellows who parts his hair in the
middle and is good for nothing. Hu
tnanitv never ran in a worse direction
than that of dudes and dndines. This
specimen of humanity has lieen my
special ligiit. They couldn't stand my
fusilades in a certain city and said
they would run me out with shot-guns
if it wasn't for the presence of the
ladies. On Sunday a meeting of the
men no ladies was held, but they
never got their guns. I'll tell you,
dudes and dudines. if you come fooling
around me I'll spit on you and drown
you; you arc so insignificant.
Get up! Get up! Get up! That's
the word, said (he minister. iih ris
ing emphasis. See a little contempti
ble fellow come in loaded down with
pistols. He don't buy these. We
don't bury dudes. They haven't got
smell enough after they are dead to
annoy any one. and we just hang theiu
oua'liinb. Langl.ti-r.
In the City of Mexico the authori
ties have employed a number of lead-
in"" physicians to deliver a series or
lectures to tne ponce on me oni jf
in which to handle wounded people, so
ft the men may render aid at once to
njureu with whom they come in
the course of their duty
Vssary delay, which.
- al. from-
en fy ured
I 'heir
n hey
- ...!.
'It must have been
! Kura liiwn in tTia pnnntrr for five
But Greta looked up suddenly, with ! vearg Greta." said the young man.
such a quick, intelligent light in her . ..11 these years I have looked for
eyes, that Stanley spoko at once. thee. Sweetheart. I have found thee
All, said in;, "l sou mat. you can 1 1 t
Here was the sequel to tho first vol
ume of blue-eyed Greta's life. Here
was the "young fellow from Germany,"
whom Stanley had so prophetically
descried. A respectable young Ger
man, in the receipt of a snug income,
and only too anxious to carry Greta
.wv.
"ihat darling performing bear,"
whispered Greta, showering kisses on
tlve brute's head. "If it had not been
for my taking care of him, I never
should have met my Karl again."
"That hateful shaggy brute," said
Mrs. Parkhurst. "If it hadn't been
for liim, I should have kept Greta with
me yet."
seat
.ways
unravel the my
Greta colorei
the golden hair
"1?" she said
the trees."
And she jumped tip from hot
at Cassell's Creek the "help"
sat down to the table with the lest of
the family and went to the door to
drive the flock of young turkeys out
of the high wet grass into the sunny
pasture-held beyond.
"What a very uauosome girt inai
is!" said Stanley.
"Ain't she, though?" saiil Mrs. Park
hurst, with as much pride as if Greta
belonged to her. "And you am t
tins only one that thinks so, neither.
She might have married well twice
since she came to me. Squire Ser
voss's son was fairly bewitched about
her, and Mr. Larrabee, the foreman in
the new mill, cotirtet' Ser steady for
six weeks. But s!ie wouldn't have
nothing to say to either of them."
"John Servoss is a stupid lout!"
sharply spoke up Stanley. "Ami as
for your mill-workman. "
"John Larrabec's a forehanded sort
of man," nodded Mrs. Parkhurst;
"and he owns ninety acres of good
land, with a house that's only just new
pai nted."
Pretty Greta did not return to the
breakfast-table, and Stanley strolled
out to the woods, when he had finished
his last cup of coffee, with his portfolio
under his arm.
1 may as well be doing a chapter
or two for the Biceps, while that old
idiot of a town-clerk is making out the
title deeds," mused he. "And there's
no getting a chance to write or to
think within ten feet of Aunt Park-
hurst's blessed old 'tongue. Here's
this deserted old barn by the river,
I'll go in here, and see if the flames
"""jrr won't burn up a little. Hallo!
Royal Fisb.
While old aud wise heads of the
United States and England are carry
ing on a dignified quarrel over the
ownership of the seal in Behring Sea,
let me tell vou something aoout royai
fish.
You know that Kings and Queens
have many rights and perogatives.
Well one of these perogatives of En
glish rulers in olden times related to
royal nsh. Koyai nsn are sturgeon anu
whale, which are considered the finest
of deep-sea fish. For this reason, "on
account of their superior excellence,"
whenever one of these fish was thrown
ashore or caught near the coast of
England it became the property of .the
King. This seems very unjust to those
who might secure the whale or stur
geon, for they were compelled to give
it up without receiving any pay. How
ever the King had some "ground for
claiming these royal fish as his proper
ty, because it was he who guarded and
protected the seas from pirates and
robbers, and in those days there were
very many of them.
The most peculiar feature of the
custom of royal fish was this that
while the whole of the sturgeon be
longed to the King, only half of a
whale did. For it was a prerogative,
as it is called, of the Queen that the
tail of every whale caught in the way
I have told you was her property.while
the head was only the King's. The
reason for this division, as given by the
old records, was to furnish the Queen's
wardrobe with whalebone; and this
reason is more amusing than the cus
tom is peculiar, for the whalebone lies
entirely in the head of the whale. But
there are many more as strange and
amusing customs recorded in England's
early laws.
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over his shoulder and gives a final
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a marine brushes his coat and bums
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Raskin's Domestic Romance. I , i
When John Rtukiii was yonng and
already famous, he was one evening
at a party in London, when a lady
showed him a beautiful girl who, she
said, ought to be his wife.
Buskin ,was too euamored of the
beautiful in art to fall in love with a
beautiful human creature, said tho
critics, when, a few months later he
married the girl.
He gave her a magnificent home.
and admired her and hoped that she
would be throughout life his ideal com-
S anion. His friends say that he adored
er. But women want something
more than adoration, they want love.
After a time, John Ruskin brought
Millais, the painter, to his house, and
asked him to paint his wife's portrait.
Millais was then, as he is now, a man
of superb physique, with a lion-like
glance and tremendous length and
breadth of limb. While he was paint-
ina- the portrait he fell in love with
i. , . , :a
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A Common Meridian.
Italy is makins another attempt to
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mon meridian for the use of the world,
At the conference held in Washington
England and America agreed to accept
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of great importance, aud was carefully
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also a prerogative ui iuo ui
Denmark and the Dukes of Normandy,
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Utilizing old Tin Boxes.
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est children can possess them; vet tne
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which he could not do if he used new
material. ....
she had inspired?
John Ruskin, with his far-seeing
eyes, saw the unfolding of this ro
mance, which might become a tragedy,
and he took the heroic course.
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blame and there was ground for i. thi Comnoaitioiu Eta.
, : - i
none ne secureu a unuico, wcu
ed into church one morning with his
late wife and Millais. and stood by
while they were married. This was
hornif. anrl it WAS like the ffrand spirit
which has always animated John Ens
kin's breast.
The painter Millais has become the
leading artist in England, and has
been knighted. Lady Millias's fault
less beauty is one of the charms of
London society. Neither of the two
forgets how Buskin helped them, even
after they were married, on the way
up the hill to fame and fortune. Lady
Millais has posed for her husband's
most famous pictures. It is her face
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Lovers," now in the Vanderbilt col
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'at on no grease, Ue thi 'chamois'
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