. NIRVANA.
To Ha, to rest on iraofc en couch,
To hw the wilt) ou fairy brae, . '
To watch a blue loch ttuir the shores,
To darker color underway:
To we the glooming even Tall
On hank ami tree, on mount and wold,
Tv mark the stars that rrlimmer bright,
To couut the hundred legends old;
To clasp the stiver cord that (facte
Tlti' locking shadows by a hill,
To lie. to rest on hractien couch.
To (eel the night coots, soft, and calm and
etilL . .
. ; - -J. J. JL in New York Graphic
"MADAME COQUETTE."
Tbere probably was not a brighter nor a
vaster room in any house in New York than
the breakfast room In John Wheatleigh
house. It was somewhere iu the thirties, just
off Fifth a veuve,, of which a glimpse could be
rught through the east windows, which ad
mitted a flood of sunlight on the glass and
plate and fine damask of the table, and
brought out the golden light in Mr Wheatr
leigbs brown hair. j
There could not have been a more agree
able couple to look upon, either he, tali,
athletic, with an open, manly countenance
the, pretty, elegant and womanly. They
were a happy pair, too, as happiness goes,
-and no heavier cloud darkened their niatri
snomal sky than the one which was now hov
ering over the breakfast table. For that
there was a cloud this morning there could
lie no possible doubt The fullness about
Mrs, M lieatieigh's lips, the droop of her lids
and the elevation of her eyebrows formed an
undeniable pout, while her husband's face
expressed doubt, anxiety and annoyance in
turn. Though the atmosphere was clear
when the meal began the doubt had been
lurking in John Wheatleigh's eyes ever since
be took hi-t seat at the table. In bis heart it
expressed itself in the hesitation between i
will tell her" and "I wont tell her." The
wonts bad the bast of it at first; it seemed
unnecessary; there was no reason why he
should, and perhaps Nettie would not under'
atand it, which would be very awkward.
Then he considared the affirmative side of
the question; Nettie wasa thoroughly sensi
ble woman; she had never shown the least
trace of jealousy; anything that he would
tell her about, honestly and openly, ehe
would consider right, or if she did nut she
would tell him so gently and without any
fuss. ,
He looked at her as She bent her pretty
head over the morning paper, hamming a
little tune meanwhile She seemed to feel
his gaze, and glancing up at him smiled.
John b heart smote him. How could he think
of keep ug anything from his sweet little
wile! Of course he would tell her he was
half sorry he had promised to go; if she ob
jected he wouldn't. Ju?t as soon as I finish
this egg," thought he. "In the meantime I'll
thiuk of the best way to tell her."
That was a fatal egg for John. He was
some tune in disposing of it. When he had
finished he cleared his throat and bud
actually uttered the initial of ks
mfes name when Mrs. Wheatleigh cried,
"'Oh, John, they're going to play Cym
:faeliueT to-night; won't you takernvf !
That quesuoj was the deatUknell of John
IV" lieatieigh's confession. Ho could never
tell uis wife, in excuse for not taking her to
the theatre, that he was going hinuelf with
another lady, or at least a party in which
there were other ladies. t
"To-night did you say, Nettie! 1 dont be
lteve 1 ca:i go to-night,"
'Ob, John, why uotP J
'Won't to-morrow uight dor . '
"No," said Mrs, Wheatieigh, looking at the
paper, "this is the only performance of
"Cymbehue.1"
'l am going to be out to-night, Nettie; I
don't think 1 can take von very well; but
any other night I will be glad to."
"You are going to the club, I suppose. I
wish you did not spend so much time them la
this soiuubhing so important that it can't be
put oS: I do want to see 'Cymbiuie1 so
xnncuv' l
''. here Nettie, its like this," said John:
"Ed. WUsou, a friend of mine from out of
towu. w going to be here to-uight, and I
want to show him around a little, and and
taw uini to the club, perhaps; in fact, I ve
written to him promising to meet him. Now
do be reasonable, Nettie."
The cloud lifted from Mrs. Wheatleigh's
brow entirely. "I will be reasonable, John;
of course if you are engaged with your
friend, I suaut interfere, i d tell you what
1 might do. If you will get the tickets, Til
send over to Cynthia Olds to go with me; she
will be glad of the chance. We'll take a cab
and drive to theatre, and it will be perfectly
safe."
John was glad to have the matter settled
so easily, but his wife's sharp speech still
rankled a little, and he felt that be ought not
to give in all at once.
"I don't like you going out a night without
an escort, and 1 don't like you going with
Cynthia Olds, anyhow. What you see in her
to mane yon want to continue the intimacy, '
1 can't imagine. She is a Billy, simpering old
girl, without au idea that she hasn't got
from some yellow backed novel, and a wo
roan whose tongue runs as hers does is sure
to be a dangerous companion."
"Cynthia is not so bad as you make her
out, John; she is foolish about some things, 1
.know, and exaggerates a good deal, but I
stover heard her say anjthiug ill natured
about anybody. It is a pleasure to take her
-out, she enjoys everything so much. But as
you evidently do not wish me to go the thea
tre, I shall say no more about it."
"There, my dear, you may do as you like,"
wd John. "Ask Cynthia to go with you
and X will bring the tickets to-night" And
ao all was serene. . !
When John Wbeatleightook bis seat in the
elevated train he drew a letter from his
ixwket-rfche letter which caused the little jut
in ms nome that had so quickly subsided, lie
vend it hastily:
Newark. N. J. Anrtl in
DXaS Wheatixioii: J am coming over to
xora ou mursuay who ivy w ue and
bar sister you remember fctheljof course.
Vie want to go somewhere in the evening,
and would be dtilighted to have you join tit
t the Huffman house at (i for dinner, ami
snake a partie carree. I hear the operetta of
ititaiain Koquette" is vei-y good; may 1
aj;iiissiun you to secure four i&cott for oui
jArif, aud don't fail to meet iwl My wus
v u.itjN to be reuwiiiiwred. Yours truly,
ft H. W UMJ9.
"Confound it," he muttered, "i donft like
it; I wish X hadn't been ui such a hurry to
accept his im itation." i
He reutembered Miss Ethel very well; a
.handiKime girl she was, too, but not band
tamer than her sister, Mrs. Wilson. "01
course, they couldn't have asked Nettie; the; -don't
kuow her. I'm hanged, though, if I
think it's the thing to invite a married mad
without his wife. 1 wish I'd told her! How
over, I'm in for it now, 1 suppose, " 1
He left the wain and weut toatheatn
where a great artist was playing Bbake
spearean dramas, and bought two places fai
'Cymbelino." Then he went ou to his ofiice.
All tnorning, however, he was absent winded
and low spirited; he let several good oppor
tunities on the exchange pass unnoticed
About noon be made a sudden resolution.
I shan't dine with them at any rate; I'll go
home and take dinner with Nettie; Pll com
promise ou tkat" He sat down and wrote; '
Deah Wilson I am very sorry, but 1
find it impossible to get away' in time to take
tinnier with you this evening. X shall join
you at the theatre, though, aud therefore en
close the three tickets tor yourself and the
ladies, to whom plenw make my eompli
ments and regrets at being obliged to forego
a part of the pleasure of the eveuing. FaMi
fully, Whkatuugh. !
Comic opera was a form of entertainment
which John Wheatleigh loathed, yet here he
had consigned himself to enduring three
hours of jingling music and prancing women,
white refusing to go with his wife to witness
a noble play. ,
He pnt the three tickets into an envelope
.with his note and sealed it, thinking to him
self meanwhile: i wish there was some way
out of the whole business 4. might say 1 was
ill poor little .Nettie I 'AInie. Rouquette' in
deed! Pshaw!"
Than he called a messenger, dispatched his
letter, and in so doing laid the train to a
pretty mine which by evening might explode
with a formidabl-: result j
Yon will probably guess what John Wheat
leigh did in his absent minded, self reproach
ful state of mind, so tbere need be no secret
about it He was reckoned one of tlie shrewd
est men on the Cotton Exchange, yet h did
now what shrewd and keen witted men
sometimes do committed an egregious
blunder.
He bad in his pocket six theatre tickets.
All were red. and of the same general ap
pearance. He enclosed the two tickets he
had bought for his wife and one operetta
ticket in the note to his friend Wilsou. and
thus the three tickets he retained, one for ;
himself and two for Nettie, were all for
"Mine. Ruquette." j
When be came home to dinner Nettie met
him with a smile. "Conld you get the tickets.
John, dear' Oh, I'm so glad I Cynthia will
go. How 1 wish, though, it was you!" j
"Indeed, I wish it was, Nettie. I would:
break this engagement to-night if I could,
but Wibjou is an old friend aud I would not
like to offend him."
''And 1 wouldn't like to have you either,
dear. 1 was cross this morning, wasn't II I
was sorry for it, though, afterward. Please
forgive mo, John, dear vou at e always
gooi to me." and slie put her arms around
bib neck and kissed him. Aren't you weU,
John You look pale."
Yes, quite well, Nettip; a little headache,
that is all"
Mrs. Wheatleigh was not quite dressed
when her hushund came at H o'clock to hid
her guod-by. "I'll try to be back as soon as
you are, Nettie," he said, as he kissed her.
He was on the stairs when his wife called to
him, "John, you haven't given nte the
tickets i don't come back back; I'll run
down to you." j
He fumbled hastily in hiB pocket and drew "
out the Ibvw tickets. 'Mine. Roquette j
that's mine" he beard Nettie on the stairs '
"the other two are her don't come down,
dear; there they are." ,
"You foo ish boy," said Nettie, "you are
rare you are quite weU, Johul There good
night." j
Cynthia was not ready when the cab
stopped at the door. Her toilet was a matter
requiring great preparation; presently,
though, she came running out 1
How are you. dear Nettie so good of
you to think of me so often! Isn't Mr.
Wlwatleigh goingf Just we two? How meet
What is 'Cymoeline,' Nettiet Shakespeare,
Jisu't iti I don't think I ever read it is it a
tragedy! How nice!" ;
No, Mr. Wheatleigh couldut go to-night,"
explained Nuttie, "he hod an important en
gagement with a business f lend at the dub."
Cynthia rattled on, telling Nettie of all her
comings and goings since their last meeting
until they reached ihe theatre. They entered
the house, and Nettie handed her tickets to
the man at the gate.
"Youre in the wrong place, ladies," said
lie; these ticket don't belong here."
'Dear me," said Nettie, "where are we!
Did the cabman make a nustaket Aren't
you playing 'Cymbciiuer"
"Yes, ma am, but these tickets are for
Mme. Roquette,' at tlie uptown house. The
address is ott your ticket please step aside
a moment, ladies."
'0h, how provoking!" said Nettie. "How
could John have made a mistake! He knew
it was 'Cymbeliiie' I wanted to see we
talked of it quite awhile."
'Perhaps they will exchange them at the
box office," suggested Cynthia, , j
"Oh, no, tbey won't do that," replied Net
tie, taking out her puree; "we must buy new
tickets. Dear me, I have only enough here
to pay the cabman 1 Have ou any money,
Cynthiar" j
Cynthia humbly acknowledged to not hav
ing a penny.
"Well, there is nothing to do, then, but to
drive home," said Nettie. "Oh, X am so dis
appointed f They fouud a cab, and were
rolling uptown, when Cynthia said: "Nettie,
so long as as we have the tickets, why
shouldn't we goto see 'if me. Roquettef I
hear it is splendid. Florin De Hrassi sings in
it, yon know. It we don't like it we can
come away in a little while." j
"Very well, Cynthia," replied Nettie, apt-!
thetically. She was thinking bow could he
have been to careless, when he knew she
wanted so much to see this play. But she
had invited Cynthia to go with her, and felt
bound to make the best of the matter. 1
Cynthia hastily put her head out of the
window and told the man where to driva
fiecretly she was delighted at the change in
programme, tihokespeare was very nice, of
coon, but such a thing as "Madame Ro
quette" was not to be seen every day.
"Beanie De Forest was telling the all about
it last night, Nettie," she said; "he Bays it is
imply grand, and that Floria De Brassi is
the ioveatsa. inu$ bewitching thine! The
men are all wild about her, Sue singsa 'top
i"al song,' or something, called 'Now Ho s a
Married Man,' that brings down the bonne,
Benuie Bays, I don't know ttiat I approve
of such things," site added deprecatuigly,
"but it's wall enough to go cx in a wliile,
especially when everybody istalking alwut
a thing; it makes one tcel like going to soa it
in spite of one's self ; don't you think sof"
"X suppow it docs, Cynthia, I rover beard
anything about it"
The operetta had begun wlteu they entered
the theater. A little man aecommmed by
two hundsome ladies was raising a great
commotion about something with an usher.
Nettie just glanced at thorn as she passed.
Their seats were iu the orchestra, and tlie
house seemed quite tu'l, with the exception
of one chair adjoining their own, Cynthia
divested herself of her jacket at once, aud
prepared to enjoy herself.
"Wu can put our things on that seat next
you, Nettie; if anybody comes we'll taka
them away again," sho said.
Nettie placed Cynthia's coat in the vacant
eat, aud as sho did so her eyes fell on tha
man beyond it; lie was staring at her with
wide oien eyes and uaugiug juw; be looked
quite stupefied. The man was her husband.
"Why, John! how came you here 1
thought is this a surprise or a joke what
does it menu, Johu!"
"Nettio," he said, hostUy, "there has been
a mistake; X fouud it out, and came to -I
mean let us go quickly quickly, Nettie!"
He rose to bU feet; Nettie Jwas quite be
wildered, while Cynthia stared. "Quick,
Nettie"
"Ah, Wheatleigh, I've found you, have If
cried a little man bustling up; "such a deuce
of a time I've hod. What ou earth did y.u
mean by sending me one ticket for this place
and two for somewhere else, Lord knows
where! I've been having a flue row back
there, and the girls are mad as hornets, Maud
didn't like It when yon didn't come to diuuer
anyhow. Oh, I can promise you a jolly scold
ing. How did you make such a bull! Are
these the seats here! The usher will try to
straighten the tbiug out if these ladles will
kindly let him see their couua Maybe"
His words were drowued in a burst of
applause. Floria De Brassi, as tlie young
Prince Oaillard, had bouuded on the stage a
glory of blonde hair and silk tleshi.igs,
Nette had not an idea of what the trouble
was about; she looked at her husband, who
was still standing. His face was white, his
lips moved, but she could not hear the words.
The usher was saying something to Cynthia,
who was helplussiy fumbling in her bag for
the coupons Nettie had banded her when
they came in; but what was this the woman
on the stage was singing, her hands pressed
to her heart, and her eyes rolled up in mock
agony!
Ah. sweet fledud'Hl one!
Ah. poor deluded one!
, He'll tool yitu If lie can,
Now he's a married man
Ha-ha! j
Now he's a married man. j
Nettie comprphendjd everything in a flash, i
The little man and the two handsome women I
standing back there belonged to her hue- j
ban'1 party through some mistake she and
Cynthia were in their places, and tbey were
trying to get them out She rose to Iter feet
aud turned to her husband with indignant
eyes "Nettie, come with me," he said in a
low voice. "1 will explain everything."
Nettie felt a strong revulsion; she grasped
Cynthia by the wrist and hurried her away.
"One moment, indies I meun no otTense,"
said the little man "by Jove, Wheatleigh,
they've gone!"
In the aisle they almost ran into a man
staggering under a great basket of flowers;
the odor made Nettie faint
As for Cynthia, she only knew something
dreadful had happeiied. Nettie was deathly
pale and looked straight tiefore her, not hav
ing uttered a word since they left the thee-1
tre, Cynthia took her two hands and held j
them tight, not knowing what else to do.
How terrible it all was, yet how wildly ex
citingl Nlie recalled John Wheatleigh's bag-!
gard face, the excitable voice of the little
man, the will bml amazement with which
the two women had regarded them as they
passed out she thought she had seen these
women before; indeed, it was such an adven-1
.tore tliat poor CynLhia fonnd herself taking ;
a kind of guilty joy ju the situation. And i
Nettie how stonily she stared before her;
she did not look like Nettie Wheatleigh at
all. Would it tie in tlie pupers in the morn
ing I Would Nettie get a divorce! Every
body would know that she had been there ,
aud bad seen it all, aud would come to her '
for the particulars. Cynthia fairly grew
giddy at the prospect of hercomiug' import
ance. Now they were at Nettie's house, she
must go in ; she could not leave the poor girl
while Bbe looked like that Then Nettie
spoke for the flint time.
"Come in the house," she said, hoarsely;
"tell the man to wait"
Bbe ran up stairs and flung bere!f on the
bed, face downward. Cynthia gently took off
her bonnet and would have bathed her face,
but Nettie motioned her away. Hue did not
cry or make a sound, but only buried her
lace in the pillows as though she felt a thou
sand eyes upon her and was ashamed.
There was a violent ring at the bell, and
John Wheatloigh came rushing up the stairs.
She sprang to lior feet.
"Nettie, darling, where are you? Oh, Net
tie, don't look at me like that let me tell
you! Miss Olds, please go into the next room
for a few moments; I must t)eak to my wife
alone."
"Stop; remain where yon are, Cynthia,
Do you not sea that whatever you have to
ay to me must be said before her now!"
"Nettie, dearest, it was all a mistake. That
was Ned Wilson, his wife aud her sister. I
was going with them, you see to meet them,
that is, aud I mixed the tickets up I gave
you I ought to have told you." t
"It was shameful," she said, in a low, bard
voice, "to humiliate me before all those peo
ple, before Cynthia, before" she shuddored
"those two women."
IV 'Nettie, I swear I meant to tell yon at
the table this morning the words were on
my very lips to tell you. X bad written to
Ned Wilson then, but I had made up my
mind not to go if you didn't want me to; and
just as X was going to speak you asked me to
take you then we bad that silly little quar
rel, and I foolishly went away without tell
ing you. Xf you knew bow miserabb) I had
felt all day it was that that made me send
0 God! the doesn't believe me!" and the poor
boy covered his face with bis hands and gave
a great sob. Then it was that tlie true and
beautiful womanly instinct arose and showed
iUfiU Ul tt despised Cynthia. f
"Nettie," she said, flrmlv, "you are making
too much of this; your husband has done no
wrong look at him, Nettie, He concealed
something from you because he was piqued
it was foolish, but not wicked, and he wa
sorry for it before it was made known to :
yon in the way it was to-night I know who
airs. W ilson is and who her sister is he loves
you and noitody else. You can trust me,
cant you, wheu 1 promise never to speak of
this to auy one, and aud, Nottie, X shall try
to forget it myself."
"Oh, 1 did not deserve it, John; I did not,
indeed!" and Nettie flung herself sobbing on
her husband's neck, as Cyuthia silently with
drew. All his life John Wheatleigh loved Cyn
thia Olds for those words. The simper on
her kindly face was as a beautiful smile to
him ever after her harmless twaddle as
pleasant music,
Tlie operetta of "Mine. Roquette" had a
long run in the metropolis. The airs wore
played on hand organs by street bands, and
by energetic young ladies ou tlie piano, but
although Nettie forgave her husband freely,
and restored hiiu to her perfect confidence,
she could never hear, "Now lie's a Married
Man," without a sjiasm of tlie wart The
Epoch, '
Almost to the Boards,
Jones Brown Is rich and stngy. An ac
quaintance of his met Brown" son tliB other
day and said:
"Your father seems to have lost a good
deal of money lately. The last time X saw
him he was complaiuiug aud saying he must
economise.11
Economise! Did he say where he was go
ing to begiuf"
"Yes; ou bis table, he said."
"Then he must be goiug to take away the
table cloth," was the filial declaration. New
York Iiedger.
Mrs. Eotildphiet What on earth are yon
doing, Clarence!
Mr. Kohklphiet -Only securing my halt
Interest in berinlothes against possible confis
cation this evening, Puck.
TALE OF A BALLOONER.
One Man Who Ctmrgl Him S)i 5 far
Dropping Ontu Hit farm.
"1 used to make balloon ascensions In con
nectiou with Warner's circus," aaid an old
and retired aeronaut the other day, "and
one day I went up from Pekm, Ills. The bal
lon was new and light aud I got a much
longer ride thau what 1 expected. 1 finally
descended in a farmhouse yard about ten
miles away, my anchor having caught in a
cherry tree. Tlie farmer was an old fellow,
about 00 years of age, and be sat reading on
hid doorstep as i came down. He removed
bis glasses, put them in their case, put the
case in bis pocket and then oauw forward
and carelessly olwervedi
" 'That a balloon f
" 'Yea, Help me pull It down,1
" 'Are you a liailtKiiierJ'
"Y'es. Pull hard.'
"We got tlie air ship down and I wanted
blm to take me to town In his wagon. He
bad none, and 1 had hired a rig of a neigh
bor, and was about to dejiart wheu the old
fellow stepped forward w ith:
" i have n little bill here, sir.'
'"Bill! Whatforf
" 'Damage to cherry tree, 3 shillin's; skew
ing my poultry, AO cent: sintering my old
woman', the came; service of myself,!. To
tal, $2.25, winch Is mighty cheap cousiderin
the times.
" 'But I won't pay it,' I protested.
" 'Oh, yon won't! Weil, I'm a justice of
the peace and I'll issue a warrant My uny
bur is constable and he kin serve it The old
woman is out of her fit by this time aud she'll
be wituess, and I sort o' reckon I'll tine you
about & for disturbm of the wane aud con
tempt of this court!'
"And I was made to realize that the best
way out of it was to come down with the
amount of his bill, aud luckily I had it, with
a quarter to sjiare." Chicago Herald-
Mttnks of Near gightod Men.
Lawyer Ashley, of New York, was telling
Judge Day a story of Damlet, the noveJist,
who is extremely near sighted. The storr
ran thus: Duudet vfcited some place in which
were kept many aninmls. He sauntered
slowly a I out peering into their cages until
he came to a secluded spot where a f u.ry ob
ject, not in a cage, attracted bis attention.
"Ah!" said the distinguished Frenchman,
"this must be a tamo bear." Aud, taking
tome cake from his pocket he flung it with a
"There, old fellow," straight into the face of
a Russian nobleman who, enveloped hi his
sables, bad stoppttd to look at the Iteare near
by. Imagine his anger aud surprise. Dau
det apologises, etc., etc.. etc.
The judge listened intently, but after the
lawyer had finished he said gravely:
"X can toll you something fur ahead of that
in the way of mistakes caused- by nearsight
edness. "A friend of mine who lives in the suburbs
came from the city one summer evening just
at twilight He had broken his glasses and
was almost fooling his way along, when he
became conscious of somebody walking di
rectly in front of him. Xt seemed to be a
short woman in a bright gown, wearing a
wrap about her shoulders, one end of which
trailed down behind her. She walked to
heavily that my friend began to think that,
though short, she must be exceedingly stout
A few steps more aud the wrap touched the
ground and dragged in the mud. This was
more than his gallantry could stand, so stoop
ing forward he said: 'Allow me, madam, to
replace your mantle,' at the same time gently
reS-rad cow's tail and placing it across
her back." Detroit Free Press,
ft Was a bold Night.
THE LION AMONG THE FLOWER3.
Here, In this garden nook, aloha,
Um au old Item or gray stone
Once, In the long ftonn poldea hours,
A lordly lion, proud in Utte,
The guardian of a maaiUnti pate
Now he Ilea low among Uis Uowera.
Then, oft he aw the ubiofnn doors,
Beard lUrht feet fall on reatal I loom.
Heard mimic wake Its wltclitng dla,
Thou dance boiieeih the torches' hlaat
. The kulght aud ludM of old days.
While he wstohotl over all witblo.
Now he liw here; In his old age
Cost out rejected, by tlm rage
Of time, a down beateu, broken, soarred
An old gray Hon; yet not less
A Hon In Iob feebleness!
Cue thiiiR Is left Uitu still to guard,
Bo guard It well, by night and day.
In thorn great iaw of granite gray,
In the strong shelter of his breast;
No mau shall serve him yet with scorn,
Though an old lion, thus forlorn,
Aud all he giinrtU-Hi lobiu's nest t
Temple Bar.
Bonded In a Surety Company
The method by which au employe la
bonded lu a surety company la simple
enough. Tlie employe, having been re
quested by his em pi yur to furnish a bond
in some stated amo nit, goes to a reliable
surety company aud fills out aud signs an
application the rpplicatiou contains a
number of questiot s regarding the char
acter and auteccdonts of the employe,
which must be answered fully aud apeclf
Ically. All employment for ton years
last past must be clearly stated, with the
reason fur leaving each. A complete de
scription of the appearance of the appli
cant is noted on the back of the applica
tion. At least four responsible persons
must be given as references. To each of
them a jiecial form of questions is then
tent. Upon satisfactory answers to these
questions, and upon a careful private in
vestigation of the habits of life of the ap
plicant, a bond is executed by the guaran
tee company and bonded to the employer,
Insuring him against loss arising from
dishonesty on the part of the employe.
At the very threshold It is remarkable
to observe how many employer dread to
offend their employes by asking thera for
such a bond. This nmy be very well as a
matter of delicate politeness, but surely,
In the expressive language of trade, "it is
not business." The question is not what
Is most courteous, but what is most
right? What is most ju.st not only to the
employer, but to the employe umihel ft
Could a better teirt be devised than to ask
an employe to give a bond? If he is
honest, ho will do so cheerfully; if he
"gets oft nded." it were as well to dis
charge him without much delay. Lin
coin L. yre iu LippiucuU's Maaxlue,
A Delicious Java Fruit.
Travelers in Java have tilled pspes and
columns with rhapsodies over the mangos
toon, and all unite tn extolling it as the
supreme delight of the tropics. The man
posteen appears to one as a hard round
fruit the size of a peach. Its hard outor
shell or rind is of the same color and
thicktieas an a green walnut, but In this
brown husk lie hx or eight segments of
creamy white pulp. The little scgtnpnti
are easily separated, ond transferred to
tho mouth melt away, the pulp being as
soft aud fine as u custard. The mat:goB
t ceii's delicate pulp tastes, as all us eu
logists suy, like Htrawberrlca. ptraohcn,
bananas and oranges all at once; a slight
tartuctis is veiled hi these delicious flavors,
and it is never cloviiigly tweet. Taken
just as it comet from the ire but the
maugostoou is an epicure's dn-am real
ized, and the more' the pity ttut it only
grows in far away places aud deadly cli
mates, and docs not boar transportat ion.
large sums hare boon offered, and P.
and 0. steamships have ciade hundreds of
ineffectual efforts to ct a basket of mau-
E osteons to England for the queen. The
srd ritid looks ituchaugud for weeks, but
the delicate pulp inulla nwny, and the
dryeat and coldest it Irl orator chambers
rmniot keep the heart of the uiuaiguaU'CU
from tpoiling. Olobo Democrat.
Lost ;argo of bluves.
Though the slr.ro trado was prohibited
by law cfUT m a period of eighty
years, it wr.s clandestinely carriod on so
long cs slavery iu this country made a
markot for kidnaped negroes. Tho laiit
cargo of this h ind that eflucttd a lauding
was from tho Wanderer, a slave trading
vessel, and some of the negroes kidnaped
lu Africa still live on & plantation iu
Georgia. They have boconie civilized and
Christianized, speaking the Kuglish lan
guage, with a little reminder of their
original mother totipue. They talk occa
sionally iu the Guinea language when by
themselves, but make Ho efforts to loach.
It to their children. Bostou Budget.
"Long" Joha Wcntwortli'a Reply.
"Img" John. Wenlworth was once run
ning for otflce, and heard that his politi
cal opponents were asserting tbat, if
elected, ho wouijp soon get liia hand into
the city treasury. "May ho 1 will, and
may he X won't," he sardonically replied
whon he heard of tho charge. "But I'll
tell you one thing: nobody else will get
bis hand in; I'll bit on the chut."- New
York Tribune.
Rom Qturtir$ertiion Title
The Christian at Work prints tliat of
sensational topics announced by American
toreacbers, mid says they compare favora
bly with dime novel titles. Here are a
fow of tho sermon titles: "Boycotting
the Dead," "The Great Oil." "Straight
from the Hhonlder.' "Hell, and tho People
Who Are Going There," "Taken bv the
Throat," "Use Your liyes," "Off Goes the
Roof," "Dp Conies the Man," New York
bun. ;
Night in Northern bcotland.
A clergyman recently returned from a
vacation spent iu the north of Scotland
says the nights are so short there that
there is hardly two hours of darkness. At
Inverness lie was able to md at 11
o'clock at uight without the aid of artiti
cuU Ught. Chicago Herald.
Farmers fur South America.
Patagonia and Argentina are gaining
large uccesslons of larmeiy by Imnfigra
tion. Xt is said n person may become a
citizen on his lu titling there, and he can
tfut laud for uothimr. Bostou Budiret