NIRVANA. .,.
To lie, to rest on broclteu couch.
To I war the bells 011 fairy brae.
To watch o blue loch tmse the shores,
To ttorkor color undenva);
To see th RlooniitiR even fall
Ou bauk aud tree, on mount aud void. ,
Tu mark the (Kara that rUtumer bright
Toeuuu; the hundred legends old;
To cltrap the ailver cortl that leads
The booking shadows by a hill,
To lie, to rest on brsekou couch.
To feel the uight come, soft, and calm and
OIL
' -J. J. M. iu New York Graphic.
'"MADAME ROQUETTE.''
There protwbly was not a brighter nor a
coaler room in any home in Mew York than
the breakfast room in Johu Wheatleigh's
house. It was somewhere in the thirties, just
off Fifth avenue, of which a glimpse could be
oaught through the east windows, which ad
mitted a flood of sunlight on the glass aud
plate and fine damask of the table, and
brought out the golden light in Mr Wheatr
leigh's brown hair. j
There could not have been a more agree
able couple to look upon, either he, tall,
athletic, with an open, manly countenance
she, pretty, elegant and womanly. They
ware a happy pair, too, as happiness goes,
and no heavier cloud darkened their matri
monial sky than the one which was now hov
ering over the breakfast table. For that
there was a cloud this morning there could
tie uo possible doubt The fullness about
Mrs. Wheatleigh's lips, the droop of her lids
and the elevation of hereyebrows 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
he took hi) seat at the table. In bis heart it
expressed itself in the hesitation between "1
will tell her" and "I wont tell her." The
"won ts" had the best of it at first; it seemed
unnecessary; there was no reason why he
should, and perhaps Nettie would not under
stand it, which would be very awkward.
Then he considered the afUrruative side of
the question; Nettie was a thoroughly sensi
ble woman; she bad never shown the least
trace of jealousy; anything that he would
tell her about, honestly aud openly, site
would consider right, or if she did uot she
would tell him so gently and without any
fuss, i
He looked at her as she bent her pretty
head over the morning paper, bumming a
little tune meanwhile. She seemed to feel
his gaze, aud glancing up at him smiled.
John heart smote bun. How cooid he think
of keeping anything from his sweet little
wife I Of course be would tell her he was
half sorry be hod promised to go; if she ob
jected be' wouldn't. "Just as soon as I finish
this egg," thought he. "Inthe meantime l'U
think of the best way to tell her."
That was a fatal egg for John. He was
some time in disposing of it. When he had
finished be cleared bis throat and h:id
actually uttered the initial N of his
wife's name when ilrs. Wheatleigb cried,
"OU, John, they're going to play Cyin
beiine' to-night; won't you take mef t
That questio.1 was the deathknell of John
TV heatleigh's confession, lie could never
tell his wife, in excuse for not taking her to
the theatre, that be was going himself with
another lady, or at least a party in which
there were other ladies. i
"To-night did you say, Nettie? I don't be
lieve 1 caa go to-night" i
"Oh, John, why notf
"Won't to-morrow night dof '
. "No," laid Mrs. Wheatieigh, looking at the
paper, "this is the only performance of
'Cymbeline.'"
"I atn going to be out to-night, Nettie; I
don't think 1 can take you very well; but
any other uigltt I williw glad to."
"Ton are going to the club, I suppose. I
wish yon did not spend so much time there. Is
this so.atiibing so important that it can't be
put c-t; I dp want to see 'Cyntoliue' so
much.'' , t
Ht?c here Nettie, it's like this," said John: '
'd. Wilson, a friend of mine from out of
town, tt going to be here to-night, and 1
want to show him around a little, and and
take unito the ciut, pcrbajw; 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. "1 will be reasonable, John;
of course if you are engaged with your
friend, I shan't interfere. Til tell you what
X might da If you will get the tickets, I'll
send over to Cynthia Olds to go with me; she
will be glad of the chance. We'll take a cab
aud drive to theatre, and It will be perfectly
ate." t
John was glad to have the matter settled
so easily, but bis wife's sharp Beech still
rankled a little, and be felt that he ought not
to give in all at once, I
'i don't like you going out a night without
an escort, and I don't like you going with
Cynthia Olds, anyhow. What you see in her
to make you want to continue the intimacy, i
I can't imagine. She is a silly, simpering old
girl, without an idea that she hasn't got.
from some yellow backed novel, and a wo
man whose tougue-ruus as hers does is sure
to bo a dangerous companion."
"Cynthia is not so bad as you moke her
out, John; she is foolish about some tniugs, I
know, and exaggerates a good deal, but I '
never heard her say anything ill untured,
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,",
said John. "Ask Cynthia to go with you
and I will bring the tickets to-night" And
so all was serene.
When John Wheatleigb took bis seat in the
elevated train be drew a letter from his
pocket the letter which caused the little Jar
in bis home that had so quickly subsided, lie
read it hastily:
Newark, 5. J., April io.
Dkab Wheatusiuu: I am coming over to
New York on Thursday with ivy wite and
her sister you renumber Ethel' of course.
and would li delighted to have you join tun
at we ttoiiman nouse at u lor tunner, ami
tnake a purtie parree, I hear the operetta ol
"JHadama Itoquetto" is very good; may I
commission you to secure four places for oiu
party, and Jon't fail to meet Ual My will
wishes to bo remembered. Yours truly,
& il. tt 1107.
"Confound It," be muttered, 'I dont Idn
H; I wish I hadn't been in such a hurry to
accept his invitation. - i
He remembered Miss Ethel very well; a
handsome girl she was, too, but not band.
somer than her sister, Mrs. i son. 01
course, they couldn't have asked Nettie; thoy
dout know her. I'm hanged, though, U 1
thiuk it's the thiug to invite a morned malt
without bis wite. Iwish I'd told borl How-
OTer,I mi foritnow,I .nppo, J
He left the tram nd went to a tbeatr,
where a great artist was Paying Shake-
"'"fi hJ two ,lttCf
"Cymbeliue," Then he went onto his offlc
All mornmg, however he was ab-eut minded
anaiowspirKeu;no.etvenu Bm Tueu. wenmtiie orchestra, and the
(unities ou the exchange pass unnoticed. houaa8eemBd uih) Iu?1( witu tho exception
About noon he ma.le a sudden reaohition. ' onechair adjoining tlu)ir own. Cynthia
'I shan't dine with them at any rate; I'll go divested herself of her jacket at once, and
home and take dinner with Nettie; M com- proiwred to enjoy herself,
promiw ou that Ue sat down and wrote: "Wo can put our things on that Beat next
. . . . , you, Nettie; If anybody comes we'll take
Dkak Wiwon-I am very sorry, but 1 "..wnvi train 11 she mid
find it impossible to got away in time to take weui away again, she said,
dinner with you this evening. 1 shall join Nettie placed Cynthia's coat lu the vacant
you at the theatre, though, and therefore en- seat, and as she did so hor eyes fell ou the
close the three tickets tor yourself and the man beyond it; tie was staring at her with
ladies, to whom please make my compli- wide opeu eye8 miix hanging juw; he looked
meuteand regreteatboinK obliged to forego to BtupiiUed. The man was her husband,
artoftlieplcosuroftlieev bow came yon here I
Comic opera was a form of entertainment f ?hl V Wi" " Jok-whAt ,
which John Wheatleigh loathed, yet here he . .mV;?", u,,
W M hinJ1( to nU tare. ,5
houreof jinghngmosic and pramng women, 0 qmokljqniekly, Nettiel"
rn!!htaXB " I to ''! li,WMu"a "
He put the three tickets into an envelope wildered, while Cynthia stared. "Quick,
with his note and sealed it, thinking to him- Nettie"
eelf meanwhile: ' I wish there was some way "An, Wheatlelgh, Tve found you, have If
out of the whole business I might say I was cried a little man bustling up; "such a deuce
ill poor little Netiiel 'Mme. Rouquette' In- of a time I've hod. What on earth did y u
deed! Fshnwl" . ! mean ny sending me one ticket for this place
Than he called a messenger, dispatched his and two for somewhere else, Lord knows
letter, and in so doing hud the train to a wheret I've been having a fine row bock
pretty mine wbieh by evening might explode there, and the girls are mad as hornets. Maud
with a formidable result j didn't like it when you didnt come to dinner
You will probably guess what John Wheat anyhow. Oh, 1 can promise you a jolly scold
leigh did iu his aheeut minded, self reproach- lug. How did you mnke such a bull? Are
ful state of mind, so there need be no secret these the scats here! The usher will try to
about It He was reckoned one of the shrewd- straighten the thing out if these ladies will
est men on the Cotton Exchange, yet 1m did kindly let him see their coupons. Mayta"
now what shrewd aud keen witted men His words wero drowned in a burst of
sometimes do committed an egregious applause. Floria De firassi, as the young
blunder. i Prince Gail lard, had bounded on the stage a
He hod hi bis pocket six theatre tickets.' glory of blonde hair and silk lleshi.igs.
All were red. and of the same general ap- Nette had not an idea of what the trouble
pearance. He enclosed the two tickets he was about; she looked at her husband, who
bad bought for his wife aud one operetta was still standing. His face was white, his
ticket iu the note to his friend Wilson, and lips moved, but she could not hear the words,
thus the three tickets he retained, one for The usher was saying something to Cynthia,
himself and two for Nettie, were all fori who was helplessly fumbling in her bag for
"Mme. Roquette." j the coupons Nettie had handed her when
When he came home to dinner Nettie met they came in; but what was this the woman
him with a smite. "Could you get the tickets, on the stage was singing, her hands pressed
John, dear' Oh, Pm so glad Cynthia will to her heart, and her eyes rolled up in mock
go. How I wish, though, tt was your'
"Indeed, I wish it was, Nettie. I would
break this engagement to-uight if I could,
but Wilson is au old friend and 1 would not
like to offend him."
"And 1 wouldn't like to have you either,
dear. I was cross this morning, wasn't II I
was sorry for it, though, afterward. Please
forg.ve me, John, deur-you ate always
goirt to me , and she put her arms around
his neck and kissed him. Wt you well,
Jobu? You look pate,' I
"let, quite well, Nettie; a little headache,
that is all. - ' . , .
Mrs. heatleigh was not quite dressed
her good-by. "I'll try to be back as soon as
you are, Nettie," he said, as he kissed her.
He was on tiw stairs when his wife called to
him, "John, you haven't given me the
tickets 1 don't come back back; I'll run
down to you.
He fumbled hastily in bis pocket and drew .
out the toree tickets 'Mme. Roquette-
that's mine-be beard Nettie on the stairs-'
"these other two are hers-don't come down,
dean there they ere. . I
"Youfooish boy," said Nettie, "you are
rare -ou ore quite well, John? ihei-e-good
meht- I
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.
Wheatleigb going? Jnstwetwoi How nice!
What is 'Cynibelme,' Nettie tibakespeare,
Isn't it? I don't think I ever read it is it a
tragedy! How nice!" !
"No, Mr. Wheatleighcouldn'tgo to-night,
explained Nettie, "ho bad au important en
gagement with a business fiieud at the club."
Cynthia rattled on, telling Nettie of all her and had seen it all, aud would come to her
comings and goings since their lost meeting ior tUe (wrtiailur Cynthia fairly grew
until they reached the theatre, Thoy entered giddy at the prospect of her coming import
the house, and Nettie huuded her ticket to anoa now tliey were ftt Nettie's house, she
the man at the gate. . ' must go iu ; she could not leave the poor girl
"You're in the wrong place, ladies," said whiie She looked Uko that Then Nettie
be; "these tickets don't belong here." ' jpoko for the first time.
"Dear me," said Nettie, "where are we! "Come in the house," she said, hoarsely;
Did the cabman make a mistake! Aren't ftell the mau to wait"
you playing 'CymbelincF" I She ran up stairs ami flung herself on the
"Yes, ma'am, but these ticket are for bed. facedownward. Cynthia gently took off
Mme. Roquette,' at the uptown house. The her bonnet and would have bathed hor face,
address is on your ticket-please stop aside but Nettie motioned her away. Hhe did not
a moment, ladies." cry or make a sound, but only buried ber
"Oh, bow provokingl" said Nettie. "How fnco jn the pillows us though she felt a thou
could John have mode a mistake 1 Hekuew gaud eyes upon her and was ashamed,
it was Cymbebue' I wanted to seewe There was a violent ring at the boll, and
talked of it quite awhile." I John Wheatleigb came rushing up the stairs.
"Perhaps they will exchange them at the gbe sprang to hor feet
box office," suggested Cynthia. Hettie, darling, where are you? Ob, Net-
"Oh, no, tboy won't do that," replied Net- tie, don't look at me like that-let me tell
tie, taking out her purse; "we must buy new you! Miss Olds, please go into the next room
tickets. Dear me, 1 have only enough here for a few moments; I must speak to my wife
to pay the cabman! Have you any money, ,aloue.n
Cynthia!" j "Stop; remain where you are, Cynthia.
Cynthia humbly acknowledged to not bar- Do you not soe tbutwhutover you have to
lngapenny. ' say to me must be said befrnv ber now!"
'Well, there Is nothing to do, then, but to "Nettie. dearest, it was all a mistake. That
drive home," said Nettie. "Oh, I am so dis- was Ned Wilson, his wife and her sister. I
appointed!" They found a cab, and were was going with them, you see to meet them,
rolling uptown, when Cynthia said: "Nettie, that is, and I mixed the tickets up I gave
so long as as we have the tickets, why you I ought to have told you."
houidu'twe goto see 'Mme. Hoquette!' I "It was sliarnef ul," she said, in a low, bard
bear it is splendid. Floria De Brassi sings In voice, "to humiliate me before all those pen
it, you know. If we don't like it we can pie, before Cynthia, before" she shuddered
come away in a little while." I "those two women."
"Very well, Cynthia," replied Nettie, apa- flNettfe, I swear 1 meant to tell you-flt
thetically. Bno was thinking bow could be the table this morning the words were on
have been so careless, when he knew she my very lips to tell you. I had written to
wanted so much to see this play. But she Ned Wilson then, but I had mode up my
bad invited Cynthia to go with ber, and felt mind not to go If you didn't want me to; and
bound to make the best of the matter. Just as I was going to speak you asked me to
Cynthia nastily put her head out of the take you-then we bad that silly little quar
window and told the man where to drive, ; K, and I foolishly went away without tell
Becretly she was delighted at the change In fog you. If you knew bow miserable I bad
programme. Bhakeare was very nice, of fdt all day-it was that that made roe send
course, but such a thing as "Madame Bo- 0 Uodl she doesn't believe me!" and the poor
quettoi' woe not to bo seen every day.! toy covered his face with his hands and gave
"Bennie Do Forest was telling me all about n great sob. Then it was that the true and
tt last night, Nettie," she said; "he says it is jUsautlfui womanly instinct arose and showed
imply grand, and that Floria De Brassi is itgjf, ifl the despised Cynthia,
the Uiveiiesi, mug bewitching tbiwtl The!
men are all wild about her. BKe siugTa 'fop-'
tea) amg,' or somotluug, culled 'flow Ho s a
Married Man,' that brings down the house,
Benuie aayik Idou't know that I approve
o BUch mn ghe aopreoiUmgly(
"but it's well enough to go o-xina while,
Mly when everybody is talking atwut
ft tbiug; it makes one feel like going to soe it
gpiu) of ouo'swlf; dou'O vou thuik so!"
, M
MyiilmiUtP .
mM m
A little man accompanied by
two handsome ladies was raising a great
rommotiou ftbout mmthius wlch la
agony
Ah, sweet sechirtid onel
All. poor deluuwl onet
lie'tl fool you If he can,
Now hu'sft married man
Ha-ha! ' .
Now he's a married man.
Nettie comprehended everything in a flash,
The tittle man and the two handsome women
tamli Uwn Mon&d to her bus-i
p.rtynugfc Vitm niistake she aud
Cynthia were in their places, and thev were
trvingtogetthemout Bhe rose to her feet
uto ner hu9baild wjtll mdig,wut
eyes-"NeWle, come with me," he said in a
iii ,: nian .vnthinrr
Nettie felt a strong revulsion: she gnwd
Cynthia by the wrist and hurried her away.
'flnn nirtmnnr. luiliaa-T iiuwin iin nffttiiw..M
UMf) j Wheatleigb,
tu ,
In the aisle they almost ran into a man
staggering under a great basket of flowers;
,h?.i m,i0
As for Cynthia, she only knew something
dreftlUu, taJIWIM!di Nettie WM deatiy
ad UlokvA Btraigllt M m not bftV.
ing uttered a word since they left the tbea-
tn) Cynthia took her two bands aud held
them tight, not knowing what else to do.
How terrible it all was. vet how wlldlv ex
citing! Ulie recalled John Wheatleigb's hag
gard face, the excitable voice of the little
man, the wU bred amazement with which
the two women had regarded them as they
passed out she thought she hud seen these
women before; indeed, It was such au adven
ture that poor Cynthia found herself taking
a kind of guilty jny in tlie situation. And
Nettie how stonily she stared before her;
she did not look like Nettie Wheutleigh at
all. Would It be in the papers in the morn
ing? Would Nettie get a divorce! L very
body would know that she bad been there
"Nettie," she raid, flrnilv, "you are making
too much of this; your husband has done no
wrong look at him, Nottio. He ooueealed
something from you because he was piqued
it was foolish, but not wicked, and be wa
sorry for It before it was made known to
you in the way it was tonight I know who
Mrs. Wilson is and who her sister isho loves
you and nobody else. You can trust me,
cant you, when I promise never to speak of
this to any one, and aud, Nettie, 1 shall try
to forget it myself."
"Oh, I did uot deserve It, John; I did not,
Indeed!" and Nettie flung herself sobbing on
her husband's neck, as Cynthia silently with
drew. All his life John Wheatlelgh loved Cyn
thia Olds for those words. The simper on
hor kindly fnco was as a beautiful smile to
him ever after hor harmless t';uldle as
pleasant music
The operetta of '.'Mi no, Itoquetto" had a
long run in the metropolis. The airs wero
played on hand organs by street bauds, and
by energetic young ladies on the plnuo, but
although Nettie forguve her husband freely,
and restored hi in to hor perfect confidence,
she could never hear, "Now He's a Married
Man," without a, visum uf the Vieort- The
Epoch.
Almost to the Hoards. .
Jones Brown Is rich and stingy. An ac
quaintance of his met Brown's sou the other
day and said: " .
"Your father seems to have lost a good
deal of money lately. The lust time 1 saw
him he was complaining and saying he must
economise. n
Economise Did he say where he was go
ing to begiuf"
"Yes; ou his table, he said. " ;
"Then he must In going to take away the
table cloth," was the tllntl declaration, haw
ork Ledger. ,
It Was a Cuhl Nltfhl.
pis
Mrs. Kohldph let What on earth are you
doing, Clarenee!
Mr. Kobldphiet Only securing my half
interest in bedclothes agnlust possible couUs
catiou this evening, Puck,
TALE OF A BALLOONER.
One Man Who Charged Him .! for
Dropping Onli) Ills Farm.
"I used to inuko balloon asrentions In con
nection with Warner's circus," said an old
and retired aeronaut the other day, "and
one day I went up fivra Pekiu, Ills. The bal
lon was new and light aud 1 got a much
longer ride than whut I exjiccted. I Anally
descended in a farmhouse yard about ton
miles away, my auchor having caught in a
cherry tree. The farmer was au old fellow,
about 00 years of age, and he sat reading on
bis doorstep as 1 came down. Ho removed
his glosses, put them in their ease, put the
cose in bis pocket and then came forward
and carelessly observed:
" 'That a balloon f
"'Yes. Help me pull It down.1
" 'Are you a balliwnoi'I'
" 'Yes. Pull hard.'
''We got the sir ship down and I wanted
him to take me to town in his wagon. Ue
bad none, and I had hired a rig of a neigh
bor, and was about to depart whon the old
fellow stepped forward with:
" 'I have a little bill here, sir.'
" 'Bill I Whatfnrr
"'Dauiugo to cherry tree, 2 shilling; skeer
hig my poultry, ftO cents; skeeriug my old
woman, the same; services of myself, 1, To
tal, u hich is mighty cheap considerin'
the times.'
" 'But I won't jiay it,' I protested.
"0h, you won't! Well, Pro a Justice of
the peace and I'll Issue a wnrmnt My nay
bur is constable aud he kin servo it. The old
woman is out of her (It by this time aud she'll
be witness, and I sort o reckon I'll line you
about $& for disturbin' of the peace and 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 bis bill, and luckily I bad it, with
a quarter to sare." Chicago Herald,
MIstMkes or Near Sighted Hen.
- Lawyer Ashley, of New York, was telling
Judge Day a story of Daudot, the novelist,
who is extremely near sighted. The story
ran thus: Daudet visited some place in which
were kept many aniirals. He sauntered
lowly about peering into their cages until
he came to a secluded spot where a furry ob
Jeat, not In a cage, attructed his attention.
"Ah I" said the distinguished Frenchman,
"this must be a tame bear," Aud, taking
some cake from his jitxtkot he Bung it with a
"There, old fellow,' straight into the face of
a Russian nobleman who, enveloped tn bis
sables, had stopped to look at the ijears near
by. Imagine his anger and surprise. Dau
det apologizes, etc., etc, etc.
The Judge listened intently, but after tbe
lawyer hod finished he said gravely:
"1 can tell you something far 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 eveniug Just
at twilight He hod broken his glosses and
was almost feeling bis way along, when he
became conscious of somebody walking di
rectly in front of him. It seemed to be a
short woman in a bright gown, wearing a
wrap about ber shoulder, oue end of which
trailed down behind hor. She walked so
heavily that my friend began to think that,
though short, she must be exceedingly stout,
A fow steps more and the wrap touched the
ground and dragged in the mud. This was
more than his gallantry could stand, so stoop
ing forward be said: 'Allow mo, madam, to
replace your mantle,' at the same time gently
raising a red cow's tail and placing it across
ber buck," Detroit fr'reo Press.
vM Pi
r
CflfL
THE LION AMONG THE FLOWERS.
Here. In ihls frNlu nook, alone,
Lies an old lion of gray swtie
Oum, lu the long ftono iroldeu hours,
A lordly Hon, proud in HUte,
ThetniunllttnofanittBHloniinte , ,,
Now he lien low anmag Uiu llowan,
Then, oft lie ssw the shlnhiR doom,
Heard liht feet fall on rMtal floors,
Heard niuHic wake its wluihlng din,
Tlimi dunce benontlt tlw torcliwt' bhue
The ktiiKhts aud Iwlltw of old days.
While u watehed over all within.
Now he Km hern; in his old Ofte
Cast out, rejected, by the rage
Of time, a down beaten, broken, sosrred
An old gray Hon; yet not Urn
A Hon In his feebleness!
One thing Is left lllm still to guard,
He guards It well, by night and day,
lu those great paws of jtranltB gray,
In the strong shelter of his brosst;
No ntuu shall Kurvu him yet with Ntwm,
Though mi old Hon, thus forlorn,
Aud all he gimrdn-a loblu's nest!
Temple Bar.
Bonded In a Hurety Company.
The method by which au employe la
bonded in a Buretv company is Htinple
enough. The employe, buvlnff boon re
quested by his empl yorto furnish a bond
In some stated amo mt, goes to a reliable
sum! y ruuipnnv and til In out and signs au
application. Tho application ennui ns a -number
of questions regarding the char
actor and antecoduutH of the cmployi.
which must bo answered fully and specif
ically. All employments for ten years
last past must bo clearly stated, with the
reason for leaving each. A complete de
scription uf the appearance of the appli
cant Is noted on the back of the applica
tion. At least four responsible persone
must be given as references. To eaeh4)f
them a Hpecinl form of questions Is then
nut. Upon satisfactory uuswers to these
questions, and upon a careful private In
vestigation of the habits of lifo of the ap
plicant, a bond In executed by the guaran
tee company and handed to tbe employer,
Insuring him against loss arising from
dishouusty on the part of the emplnvo.
At the very threshold it la remarkable
to observe bow many employers drcud to
offend their employes by Halting- them for
auch a bond. This nmy be very well as a
matter of delicate politeness, but surely,
In the expressive luuguoge of trade, "it in
nut business." The ouch t ion la not what
Is most courteous, but what Is most
right? What is most jutrt not only to the
employer, but to the employe himself?
Could a bettor test be devised than to ask
an employe to give a bond? if lie la
honenL iio will do so cheerfully; If lie
"ffetu off mled," It were as well to dis
charge him without much delay. Lin
coln L. Eyre iu Lippiucott's Muguxluo.
A Delicious Java Fruit
Travelers In Java have tilled pugos and
eoluuius with rhapsodies over the maugvs
teou, and all unite In extolling It as the
supreme delight of the tropica. The inuti
gosteen appears to one as a hard round
fruit the size of a peach. Its hurd uuior
shell or rind 1b uf the sumo color and
thickness as a green walnut, but in this
brown himk lie six or oipht aegmuuts of
creamy white pulp. Tbe Utile segments
are euully separated, and transferred to
the mom h melt away, the pulp being as
soft und lino aa a custard. The mauguB
-teonV'dulicutp pulp twites, as all its eu
logists say, like straw berries, peaches,
buniums und oranges ull at onco; a slight
tartness is veiled in these delicluus flavors,
and It is uovor cloyingly uweet. Taken
jtint as It cornea from the ice box the
mangostotm is an epicure's dream real
ized, and tho moru's the phy tlivt It only
grows lu fur away places and deadly oil
mates, and does not hour trunsportatiou.
Large sums havo been offered, and P.
and O. steamships have uimlu hundreds of
Ineffectual efforts to get a basket of nmn
gosteeua to England fur the queen. Tho
hard rind look unchanged fur wetiki, but
the dulicutn pulp nielis away, und the
dryest and coldest refrigerator chumbem
cannot keep the heart of the tnougustouu
from spoiling. Cilobo Dumocrut,
l4Mt Cargo of Nluve
Though the slnvo trudo was prohibited
by law itflcr VoUH, a period of eighty
years, It wus clntideHtinely carried on so
long ns b1 avery in this country nmdo a
mai'kot fur hidnuped negroes. Tho laut
cargo of ling kind Unit olluctud a lauding
wus from tho Wmidcror, a slitvo trading
vcbhcI, Hiidumoof the negroes kidnaped
In Africa tiU live ou u pi mil nt ion lu
Georgia. Thoy havo become ftivillzed aud
Christianized, speaking the Engltah lun
giiago with a little- reminder of their
original mother toiiruo. They talk occa
sionally In the Guinea luuguago whon by
themselves, but make no uftorU to teach
It to their children, Bub Lull Budget.
"Long" John Weutworth's limply.
"Long" John Wentworth was onco run
ning fur oiIicesand heard that his politi
cal opponents wero asserting that, if
elected, ho would soon get his hand Into
the city treasury. "May be I will, and
may be I won't," be surdonlcally replied
whon he heard of tho charge. "But IU
lull you one thing: nobody else will got
his hand lu; I'll sit on the chist," &tw
York. Tribune. ..
Some (Jueor Henuon Titles,
The ChriMtiun at Work prints a list of
aeusutiunal topics announced by American
preachers, and nays thoy compare favora
bly with dime uovol titles. Hero are a
t fow of tho sermon titloH: "Boycotting
tho Dead," "Tho Orait Oil," "Mtraiglit
from the Hhouldor," "Hell, and the People
Who Are doing There," "Taken by tho
Throat," "Use Your Eyes," "Oil Ooos tho
Hoof," "Up Comes tho Mau." Now York
Bun ,
Nights in Itarthern Scotland
A clergyman recently rot timed from a
vacation spent In tho north of Scotland
says the nights are so short there that
-there Is hardly two hours of darkness. At
Inverness ho was able to road at U
o'clock at uigltt without the aid of artlU
cial light. Chicago Uoruld.
Farmers for tiuuth America
Patagonia aud Argentina are gaining
large accessions of farmers by Immigra
tion, it is said a person may become a
.citizen on his lauding there, and ho can
got land for uothlng. Boston Hudvot.