K OiD RAPING CLASS tn Harper's Magazine ] ■¿¿¡j you, Genevieve, how oft it comes ■»JTyoung <>M readiug class in Dis- Mrrv..niler Three, ■*7 of elcx-utioinste who stood so »t'staiuliird literature with am- the energy in which our ff^.Z^aniug of the text by all the KfV onm who wrote tile lines ■^^¿^Imvi^recogiiiz.od their work iu Ritrict Number Three. I. the snow was smooth anti clean—the thick-laid dust; ■Xi it made the windows speak at sudden gust; , . , l/Sth-bells thii'W us pleasant words r«hen traveler would pass; Je trees along the road stood shiver­ loin their class; the white-browed cottages were ratling cold and numb, [(¿away the mighty world seemed beck- ■ Mtinff us to come— »«Imus world, of which we conned .tat had been and might be, Vj 0iJ.fashioiied reading class of District “umber Three. I Li I I a hand at history—its altars, spires . ¿iru.'l'v mispronounced the most im­ portant names; ¿¡dered through biography, and gave our fancy play, ,-,th some subject« fell in love—“good only for one day;” ¡umoe and philosophy we settled many ualle wiiat poems we assailed to creak st every joint; nuuiv authors that we love, you with me will agree, f first time introduced to us in District Number Three. recollect Susannah Smith, the teacher’s sore distress. never stopped at any pause—a sort of day express! timid young Sylvester Jones, of lucon- sisteiit sight, stumbled on the easy words and read the hard ones right? Jennie Green, who.-» doleful voice was always clothed in black! Samuel Hicks, whose tones induced the plastering all to crack! Andrew Tubbs, whoso various mouths were quite a show to seel ■! we cannot Hud them now in District Number Three. Jasper Jenckes, whose tears would flow at each pathetic word les in the prize-fight business now, and hits them hard, I’ve heard); id Benny Bayne, whose every tone he mur­ mured as in fear— s tongue is not so till) id now; he is an auc­ tioneer) ; id Lantv Wood, whose voice was just en­ deavoring hard to change, d leaped from hoarse to fiercely shrill with most surprising range; » his sister Mary Jane, so full of prudish glee. is! they’re both in higher schools tbau Dis­ trict Number Three. back these various voices come, though long the years have grown, sound uncommonly distinct through memory’s telephone; some are full of melody, and bring a sense of cheer, Ind some can smite the rock of time, and nimniou forth a tear; kt one sweet voice comes back to me, when­ ever sad I grieve, Ind sings a song, and that is yours, O peer­ less Genevieve! brightens up the olden times, and throws a smile at me— silver star amid the clouds of District Number Three. MADAME MOJESKA'S POEM. icago Inter Ocean. “The niadame is a poetess as well as ■in actress, is she not, count?” asked the ■reporter. JI “If you mean, l>y that, the verses ■credited to her in The Denver Tribune ■some time ago, no. She never wrote ■ them, ami lias never written any poetry ■ in English. She wrote a number of ■ poems in her native language once, ■ which were collected into a volume and ■ were several years ago translated into I English — very badly translated — I ■ ought to say murdered in English by ■ Oscar Wilde. She has written some ■ magazine articles in English, but no I porir.' - The poem credited to her in I The Denver Tribune was without her I knowledge. I “Gene Field put it in, and I think it I is not original, but has been published I before. I have on idea that it was the I work of some of the older English I poets, and Field published it with her I name to try his brother editors. A I great many copied it and gave the mad- I »me credit for being a poetess. We I never knew of the publication until we I were in Manitou, and there she wrote to Mr. Field asking him to deny it, but he did not, and we had no other oppor- I tunitv to make a denial until we reached Chicago.” LOST Ills WAGER. New York Sun. A railroad conductor bet Gorman, of Quincy, Ill., that he could not pick np 100 eggs laid on the ground a yard »part inside of tliirty-five minutes. The eggs were to be picked up and de­ posited in a basket, one at a time, and the basket was to remain stationary at the spot where the first egg was placed. Gorman thought he had an easy walk over; but the railroad man placed the e8gs in a straight line along side ot the depot and the basket at one end, so that Gorman had to run up and down the line with each egg separately. At the end of twenty minutes he had picked op only twenty-five of the eggs, and had to give up the contest. A local Mathematician figured up that it would l*ke about six miles of travel to pick up the 100 eggs. T DEACON’S VISIT. IWpsey Fotta in Arthur’s Magazine ] Suddenly we heard the gate-latch click a bustling step along the walk and then“ ’' ,a 8ttt,uP*ni? OU the porch,’ and then a long, pecking sort of ran- ^¿¡Jkn°“e Uke 0U Tabltha laPPi“S opened the door and in bobtied Deacon Skiles We had not seen him since the day his wife was buried. He looked no older than in the times when he did a-wooing go. There was no out­ ward sign of his bereavement, only the wide band of crape on his Leghorn hat it came within an inch of the top. We all shook hands and laid aside our papers respectfully. He turned to father »nd said, “Well, deacon, how’s your soul? Father told him how it was, and then they began to talk, but about every three minutes the deacon would have to open the door and speak to Jack, his old horse, that was hitched in the street. He would yell out, “You Jack! stiddy there, you old sarpent!” Jack! mind me, you pizen critter!” ^e girls would nudge each other under the table, while we kept our facuB clear aud smiling. Father wanted him __ in the stable —a to put . Jack and stay all night, but __ he ___ said he’d “ not missed a night from home since Roady’s decease,” and, as he’d got the hang o’ things at home, he didn’t know as he could steep away from there. “1 am a little peculioor, Brother Potts,” he said. “I have wore the same nightcap for twenty-two veaiB an’ have reposed on the same, identical piller— a softly one, made of chicken feathers— goin’ on thirty year. Habit is a great thing with me, urn, ” Then father asked him about his dear wife—how long she was sick, how she bore her illness, and if she was resigned in the hour of death. Poor man! he tipped his hat back off his shelving forehead, fixed his milk­ blue eyes on father, and said, with em­ phasis : “No, Brother Potts, she wa’n’t overly resigned, only partially, you may say; but you see she couldn’t help herself— go she must. She tried to eat all sho could so as to give strenth to her frame, hoping to get well again. She’d make me go to the butcher’s for liver every few days—Mike alius gives tho liver without pay—an’ we'd fry it an’ roast it an’ grill it an’ steam it an' par­ boil it with roached egg dropped on it, an’ it never seemed to give her no sort o’strenth or viggor at all, at all! No; Ready wa’n’t extraornarlv reconciled, but she was a good woman, an’ the Profit says, ‘Her husband is known in the gates an’ he sets among the elders o’ the land,’ an’ you know that’s so, Brother Potts; I alters set with the elders, um. My consort was sick off an’ on, for nearly a year. She bated powerfully to give up. At the time she was taken bad, she milked four cows an’ sold over ’leven pounds o’ butter ever week. Butter was butter; it brought a good price; but as soon as we had to keep a hired girl the cows began to dry up and slack off »-giving milk, and twa’n’t long till we only had enough to do ourselves. That grteved Ready—she took on about it powerfully, an’ «ays I, Ready,’ says I, I •’tisn'tno use of frettin’; ’twoni mend matters; things alters go so when the woman’s sick. If the Good Man sees proper to afflict you, all we can do is to—,’” here he ran to the door and hailed out, “Jack! you old renny- get! I come there, sir!” “I told Roady, says I, ‘Dear com­ panion,’ says I ‘we're in the hands of a jest an’ wise One, the head supervisor of all things, an’ we must keep cool an’ be patient, um.’ “Well, well; it’s a lonely old stub that I am now, Brother Potts. I’ve neither kith nor kin, chick nor child; nobuddy to wash, patch, darn, cook, comfort, or build fires, how. Nobuddy says, in the airly mornin’s, ‘Come, my love!’ nobuddy says, ‘How’s your corns?’or‘How’s your coffee?’none to comb my hair an’ braid my cue an’ brush off the dander of a Sabber day mornin’! It’s lonely, um. Goodness knows ’taint nice now: I am an orphan—” here Jack piped out a whinny, and the deacon hailed, “Jack! you oneasv cuss, yon! if I come out. I’ll—I’ll— I am an orphan -no father, no mother, no wife, no brother, no sister—a lonely pine! a chestnut­ tree smeared with lightnings of the fervent elements, um! He leaned down and looked at the floor. Father didn’t know what to do. Presently the deacon said: “Could a creetur git boardin with you, Brother Potts?” And the answer was, that the girls were going to be absent for awhile i.nd likelv the house would be shut up; ai d and then the old deacon smiled in a dreamy way, and, looking at our pa- , “What hev you writ lately, Miss pjnsev9 Your assay at the institute wm proper good. I think you teched ’em up 'bout right. They was my sen­ timents ; I oilers said that. Taking off his hat, he looked at it and sighed. “Roady told me to wear a scarf on my hat one year. She asked it as a favor, Lily remarked that the crape was very becoming. . ( , Turning to father, lie said: e ve alters been friends, Brother Potts, we ’ficiated together, me an yon many a time I’ve »Hers calculated on your THE QUEEN'S'STOCKINGS. sympathy and brotherly good.w.ll an Chicagr, Times. Son e months ago Queen Margherita you’ve never gone back on me. How «ked a little girl to knit her a pair of does the sow and pigs prosper that I •ilk stockings as a birthday gift, and “Father said he’d raised every one of gave 20 lire to buy the material. The Queen forgot the circumstance, till her the pigs and none of them were given birthday came, when she was reminded to r< oting or jumping fences or lifting °f it by the arrival of a pair of well- rails with their snouts. “Just so " said the delighted deacon; knit stockings and the maker s best wishes. Not to be outoone, Queen “that sow was a little mite of a pig Margherita sent a pair to her young when I gave it to my sainted Roady. friend as a return gift, one stocking It wa’n’t wuth one dime-it s cnanees being full of lire pieces and the other , for life was very slim; but that noble of bon bons. Thev were accompanied bv woman fed it with a teaspoon, day after a little denim bib round its » little note: “ T^ll me, my dear, which dav, with It growed temblv. There was Jon liked best?” A reply reached the I ' ’ Palace next day: “Dear queen : Both | a real human love lie tween them, an it the stockings have made me she able to get them all, yet wlien this re­ count of a new fuel invented by a port came out in Tho Record the next 1 member of n commercial house in the day not one hud a single word of fault I i city of Mexico, and for which a patent to find. In fact, it is the only perfect was obtained from the Mexican con­ picture of that exciting period. It was | gress in May last. The article is called one of the greatest feats of stenographic "turbato,” and consists principally of reporting ever done in congress. When bog peat, of which there aro immense McElhone had finished ho was bathed , quantities in Mexico, mixed with a in perspiration from head to foot and proper proportion of bitumen or chapo- was as weak as if he had beon running pote. The fuel is made in five differ­ iu a ten-niile match. ent classes: For locomotives, station­ A New View or It. ary engines, smelting purposes, smiths’ [Youth’« Companion.] fires and household purposes. It burns Two gentlemen met in Washington freely and without much smoke, giving | last winter and passed a week together. a higher dynamic equivalent of heat They had been classmates in college; than the same amount of woods, anil one was now an obscure farmer, the very nearly as great as the best Eng­ other is a well known leader in national lish coal. It can bo manufactured and affairs, and has been a candidate for the sold in Mexico at a price considerably presidency. lielow coal or wood, and, looking at the After observing bis friend carefully daily increasing demand for fuel, the for some days, the farmer said, “I augmentation in the price of wood and honestly believe that your famo is only its growing scarcity, it is safe to pre­ an annoyance to you. dict, says The Financier, a large and “Suppose, G —,’’ was the roply, “you successful market for “turbato.” As all were to enter a street-car fnll of the ingredients necessary for its mnnil strangers, vulgar, gossiping folk, and facturc are found in inexhaustible tliut they should call out your name quantities in Mexico, it will create a loudly, and state that yon had an idiot new and important industry in the re­ brother, and that yon had been sus­ public. With a good and cheap fuel, pected of stealing in your youth, and it does not need a wizard to foresee the that yonr son woe going to the dogu. immenss impetus that will be given to Should you like it? Well, tho country Mexican manufactures of every de­ is only a big street-car, mid fame tn it scription. Arrangements nre said to is just such personal gossip from vulgar lie making for the manufacture of “tur­ months.” bato” on a large scale, so that it will This was a now and startling view of lie shortly brought before the public. the subject to tho farmer that he took home to think over. DOMES TIC INI ELK TTY. [New York Times.] “If a storekeeper wants to starve in busi­ ness. let him tell the truth.” This sentence, overheard as it dropped from the lips of a mau apjiarently well versed iu business meth- ods, led to an attempt to discover to wbat extent the busiuees code of honesty has lieen deliberately adopted among shop-keepers. The inquirer met at leugth, however, a phi- losopher with whom he had previously had a slight acquaintance. The question being put, the reply was a lecture. “I believe,” said the philosopher, who was rather a handsome mau, about 30 years of age, well-dressed and wholesome looking, “that you have asked the right question of the fatal man. I had occasion a few years ago to look up the practical ethics of various branches of business. I believe that business men are, at heart and in intention, honest. The customer, however, frequently drives him to practices iu which the suppression of mi- pleasant and unprofitable fact figures to some extent In following these practices the shopkeeper does not lie outright He could make affidavit to that But his experience is like that of a man who has been often on tho witnes® stand, and knows that if he attempts to tell the whole truth both sides may be damaged. The customer is nearly always a man uninformi .1 and prejudiced. He is un- prepared to form a correct judgment of what he is purchasing. He may believe that in buying he has only to see for liiniBelf, ordor, pay and receive. Or he may deem it beet to leave his order with the shopkeeper and trust to the letter's honesty to give him a fair article at a fair price. If, with the first described customer, the shopkeeper let drop some unfortunate word in describing the goods, exciting the customer's prejudices, he might lose the opportunity of making a sale. He therefore adopts a Fabian policy iu deal- ing with him, and withholds all information. “With the second his policy is to deliver an article sufficiently good to secure his trade in future. In either case the shopkeeper's brain is busy calculating the profits, which has a tendency to make him put the highest figure possible on his goods. You know, of course, that in almost any store you enter you buy a piece of goods at a certain price, while beside it lies another equally good, but not quite so fashionable, marked at a price perhai>s only half or three-quarters as much as the first piece. Fashion, the shopkeeper will tell you took a fancy to the design of the first piece; Diphtheritic Poultry. it has become scarce, and consequently, dear, [Chicago Nows.] seller chargiug for it all he can get. Now, What has got into the animal king­ the with human fallibility, the shopkeeper may dom ? The Texas steer is prepared to fall into the belief that pretty much all his supply pneumonia and consumption goods are fashionable and scarce when a cue- at short notice. The frisky pig is tomer appears who is able and willing to pay ready to help us out with an early a good price for what he orders,¡but when a worm. Milk is liable to bring us scar­ bargain-driver is facing the shopkeeper he let fever. So the scientists say. And may have his doubts as to the scarcity and now here comes the innocent chicken dearness of goods el ewhere, ami let them go with a whole eoopful of diphtheria. at a price less than he charged the other cui- Surely this is our coup de grace. The tomer. You see, he thus transfers to his shop London Times is responsible for this the methods of a board of trade, apparent new scare, but it charges it back to supply and demand governing transactions. “The tailor who measures you for a suit of Germany, where the scientific imagina­ tion runs free course and is glorified clothes may tell you he is too busy, that you Behold the record of fate! In 1881 must wait a week or two before it can be 2,000 fowls were sent from the neigh­ made. At the end of the time agreed upon you call upon him and he brings out from a borhood of Verona to Nesselhausen, drawer a suit made from the cloth you and in 11 end 1,400 of them died of ordered. You think it a handsome, well- diphtherias. Last year 1,000 chickens made suit; you try it on and it is a perfect fit; were hatched from eggs collected from you ;>ay your cash and go away satisfied. manj' different places, and in a short Yocr folks at home congratulate you on time they all died of diphtheria. Five your nice clothes, you admire them and your cats took it and died, as also did a par- figure in them in the glass, and then you go rot which hung in a cage in the house. on wearing them for whatever time you Last November an Italian hen bit a usually wear a suit, wlien you [sit them off man’s wrist, and he also died of diph­ for good, knowing that you got your money’s theria. The hen died an accidental worth from that tailor. But what would be death just after inflicting the bite. In your feelings toward that tailor if you were aware of some little fa^'ts that he with­ short, all Nesselhausen, where these made held from you? The suit of clothes was an­ things happened, believes that chickens other man’s misfit, it was made a month tie are the original owners of the diphtheria fore your measure was taken, and it was patents. Thus science is winding up lying in a drawer in the shop when you were all animated nature in her evolutionary waiting for it to be made. Moreover, when embrace. Either there’s a deal of hu­ you expressed to him your pleasure with his man nature in almost any kind of lieast promptness in delivering them, and with his or bird, or else there's a deal of hum­ artistic skill in making them, his modest atti tude and his professions of honest work were bug in modern science. a part of the sham of his business. Mojourner Truth. "You perceive how far reaching Is honesty, Wendell Phillips, speaking tho other do you not? Well, if you attempt to handle day of Sojourner Truth, said : “Her Meg any one of tho various classes of goods which Merrilies figure added much to tho ef­ are sold in our city shops you will find that fect of her speech. Her natural wit the public is not educated up to a point which and happiness in refort I have hardly will permit the shopkeeper to tell all he ever seen equaled. Her eloquence was knows al tout bis stock. If a shopkeeper told at times marvelous. I once heard her damaging facts about his own goods, and yet Texan Hiftiiigs. Memethlac New In Leather. describe the captain of a slave ship could assert with truth that they wen- as good Two negro women met on Austin ICroffut’s New York letter, j going up to judgment followed by his as his neighbors’, his customers would want avenue. I wonder if our fashionable “wall victims as they gathered from the depth him to take something off his prices. Igno­ “Has yer heard from liusbaud Gabe paper" is hereafter to lie of leather? is bliss with tho average customer. of the sea in a strain that reminded me of rance Take coffee. You buy it ready ground. You since he done luff yer i” A part of William K. Vanderbilt’s walls Clarence's dream in Shakespeare and don “I got one letter from him outer de are hung with leather, as is one room ’t know whether it is half coffeo or three- equaled it. T he anecdotes of her ready quarters something else. You don’t know postoffice.” in Henry Villard's new mansion. The wit and quick, striking replies are num­ whether the green coffee-lieans were not “I s’pose, after the wny be’bused and berless She used to say to us: ‘You somewhat damaged by sea-water. If you boat yer, dat yer sent it back to him walls of Victor Hugo's drawing-room, where I attended a reoeption in June, read books; God Himself talks to me.’” like the taste of it, you buy it and think it widout openin’ it?" aro hung with leather, heavier than Her home in late years has been in a good coffee. But if told by your grocer that “Yon jes bet I didn't open de letter plain story-and-a-half house, in the out­ it was ilamaged or adulterated, you might be after de way he treated me. No, in­ sole-leather. It may have lieen tanned tiger skins, or tho bark of a drove of skirts of Battle Creek, Mich. Two uneasy. deed, I didn’t. I’d see him in liis cof­ young elephants. It wa« not arranged well-worn hitching posts and numerous “Take cigars. What smoker can fin fust.” smoothly on tho wall, but hung at will, wheel tracks at the side of the unpaved gauge the value of each of half a dozen “But dar mout hab lieen a >5 bill in in loose folds ami heavy corrugations, street showed that she had many visi­ cigars of different prices, ranging, say, from de letter.” as if it grew there, and bad just peeled tors. She was cared for in her helpless 15 to 30 cents? Yet the man who always “No, dar warn’t no ♦ bill in alace« of beauty, but which woul 1 be almost truckling for apass to Boston. [Life.] Boston Commercial Bulletin : A vig­ that she would never marry 11 im iinitt' Old lady (indignantly?: “Just to , as naked as aborted lot« of Venuses if think of that horrid man daring to , stripped of their dummy jars and bottle«. orous old fellow in Maine who had be was » ’rth >100,000. b«> 1 -Started] public is to blame for the encourage- lately buried his fourth wife, was ac-I cut with a bsave heart to make it. preach «uch a long sermon when I was I Yet the of such shams. The public, I say, can costed by an acquaintance who, unaware 1 ” How ere you getting on.Gwc ge?"ah« dvingto get home to poor sick Totty.” • Bient not in its present stage of development with­ of his bereavement, asked. asked at lire expiration of a < tuple of (M. B. — Totty is a poodle. I stand such a shock as honesty in laisine«« “How is your wife, Cap'n Plow jog-1 mouth*. would give it The individual in buaineas “ Wall,” G««rge said hopefully, "I bars “Two cup* of tea,” «»id a gentleman who intend« to tell the whole truth always, ger ?” to a waiter as he seated himself with a plain and unvarniihed. and who intends tn To which the captain replied, with a saved up F23.” The girl dropped her eyelaahaa and friend at the table—"young Hyson.” purine a coarse of the stnctnrt homely. «eta perfectl, grave face: "Two teas for Gen. Harrison,” yelled himself down in a maze which the brevity of “Waal, to tell yon the trewth, I am lluahin^y remarked: **I reckon that** near enough, George." the waiter. kinder out of wives just now." life forbids his following to the exit." George W. Peck, The Suu man, ad­ vertises in The Turf, Field and Fann for a dog. The following tetter accom- panics the advertisement: “M ilwaukee , Nov. 17.-My Dear r rank: I know you to be a wall posted sportsman (I do not use the word in any John L. Sullivan or faro cLip man­ ner). I know that you like to shoot, and are well posted on all that belongs to shooting. I am also a ‘ ‘shooter”— spare my blushes 1 I am a chap who had rather stand up to my arm-pits in mud aud shoot ducks than "to get drunk on champagne cider, and I had rather eat fried pork and eggs, after a hard day s work duck-shooting, than to dine with Oscar Wilde at Delmonico’s. Well. I have got everything except a dog. I want to get a setter that is broke; a I ready-made, lock-stitch, stem-winding dog that has a nose that under­ stands all about quail, chickens, wood­ cock, and snipe, aud is perfect at re­ trieving ducks. I dpn’t want such a dog to freeze to death on late ducks, but one I can treat like a human be­ ing, and use when the water is warm. I do not care particularly for a long pedigree on a dog that isn’t worth a continental darn except to look at. I don't want a dog broke by a dude that don’t know anything but to “To-ho!” I want a dog that has been brought up by one of our kind of fellows, that is as good as they make, young enough to have several years of service in him. You know what I want, and you may know where he can be found. Think it over at your leisure and let me know. I am going to put a steam yacht, fitted up with berths, kitchen, etc., on the waters of the Wolf and Fox rivers, and lakes Winnebago and Povyan, about sixty miles north of here, next season, for myself and friends, of whom I want you to consider yourself which. I had rather take a few fellow’s out and make them have a good time hunting than to go to congress. Yours, “G eo . W. P eck .” V