THE FOUR SEASONS.
When Beauty weeps the silent tears de
scend
In gentle April rain. Such melting
wiles
Must thaw the hardest heart sud fervor
lend
To wreathe her face once mure iu
springtime smiles—
When Beauty weeps.
When Beauty smiles the blushes on her
cheek
Outblush the rose; her eyes the stars
outshine.
Her dimpled face and wanton tresses
speak
Of brooks and fields, a summer ray
*
divine—
When Beauty smiles.
When Beauty |s>ntH her lips, once laugh
ter-tossed.
Betoken change; her eyelids, silkeu
veiled,
Now droop like flowers fondled by the
frost,
October’s blush to gray November
paled—
When Beauty pouts.
When Beauty frowns her brow is winter
bound.
Her glances—tender, warm, when pas
sion fanned—
Grow cold. To warm their wings the
cupids round
Love’s dying flame are grouped, a shiv
ering band—
When Beauty frowns.
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J
A New England Heroine.
J
HEN the British and Tories
attacked New Haven, Conn.,
and set a price on the head of
Governor Griswold the latter tied to the
town of Lyme, where his cousin, Mrs.
Marvin, hid him for some days In a
farmhouse. But at length the foe dis
covered his retreat, and otic sunny af
ternoon In May he was routed from his
hiding place by the tidings that a band
of horsemen was approaching to cap
ture him.
His only chance of escape was to
reach the mouth of a little creek which
emptied itself into the Connecticut
River Just above the entrance of the
latter into Long Island Sound. There
he had a boat stationed, with two faith
ful attendants, hidden beneath the high
banks of the creek.
The distance from the farmhouse to
the boat was two miles of the usually
traveled road. But a little path across
the farmer’s orchard would bring him
to the road only a mile from the boat
and save a quarter's length of his
fearful run for life.
Just where the narrow path from the
orchard opened into the road Hetty
Marvin sat bleaching her household
linen. The long web of forty miles or
more, which was diligently spun and
woven during the long winter months,
was whitened In May ami thus made
ready for use.
The business of bleaching was well
economized, being usually done by the
younger daughters of the family, who
were not old enough to spin or strong
enough for the heavier work of the
kitchen or the dairy.
The roll of linen was taken by the
farmer or bls stout “help” to a grassy
plot beside a spring or meadow brook.
There it was thoroughly wetted and
spread upon the green turf to take the
best heat of the sun by day ami the
dew by night. The little maiden who
tended to It would sit near it.
Thus sat Hetty Marvin, the young
daughter of Governor Griswold's
cousin, when her limited friend sprang
past her Into the road to escape his pur
suers. Hetty was n timid child of
atsiut 12 years, yet thoughtful and wise
beyond any of her elders. She was
frightened by the headlong haste with
which the Governor rushed'across the
meadow. But she quickly comprehend
ed the scene and Instantly quieted her
faithful Towser, who, though a friend
of the family guest, thought It becom
ing to bark loudly at his hurried foot
steps.
Her wise forethought arrested the
Governor's notice and suggested a
scheme to elude his pursuers.
’’Hetty." he said, “1 am flying for my
life, and unless 1 can reach my Isiat be
fore I am overtaken I am a lost man.
You see the road forks here. But you
must tell those who are chasing me that
1 have gone up the road to catch the
mall wagon, which will soon be along,
you know. Then they will turn off the
other way."
''Oh, cousin," said the little girl In an
agony of distress, "I cannot tell a He
lm leed 1 cannot. Why did you tell
which way you were going?”
"Hetty, child, surely you would not
betray me to my death? Hark! they are
coming! I hear the click of their
horses' feet. Oh, Hetty, tell them 1
have gone up the road Instead of dow n,
and heaven will bless you.”
"Heaven never blesses those who
•peak falsely. But I will not tell them
which way you go, even If they kill me.
So run as quickly ns possible."
"It's of no use. Unless I can deceive
them I am a dead man."
"Cousin, cousin, hide under my web
of cloth. They'd never think of looking
there for you. Come, get down as
quickly as you can. and I'll cover you
and stand sprinkling my linen.”
Angry that their expected prey had
es<au>ed from the house where they
hoped to secure him. the six mounted
Tories, headed by a British officer,
daslosl along the road In swift pursuit.
At sight of the girl In the meadow the
leader of the party paused.
"Child." he said sternly, "have you
teen a man running hereabouts?"
“Yea. sir." replied Hetty, trembling
and flushing.
"Which way did he goV
“1 promised not to tell, sir.’’
(
W
“But you must or take the conse
quences."
“I said I wouldn't tell If you killed
me,” sobbed the frightened girl.
"I’ll have It out of her!” exclaimed
the furious officer with an oath.
"Let me speak to her,” said bls Tory
guide. "1 know the child, 1 believe.
Isn't your name Hetty Marvin?” he
asked pleasantly.
“Yes, sir.”
“And this man that ran by you a few
minutes ago Is your mother's cousin,
isn’t he?"
"Yes, sir, he Is.”
"Well, we are friends of his. What’
did he say to you when he came
along?”
“He—told me—that be was fleeing fot
bls life.”
"Just so, Hetty; that was very true.
I hope he won't have to fly far. Where
was he going to hide? You see 1 could
help him If I knew his plans.”
Now, Hetty was not a whit deceived
by this smooth speech. But she was
willing to tell as much of the truth as
would be consistent with his safety, and
she judged that her frankness would
save her kinsman better than her sil
ence, so she answered her questioner
candidly:
“My cousin said he was going down
to the river where he had a boat and
wanted me to tell the men that were
chasing him that lie had gone the other
way to catch the mail wagon.”
“Why didn’t you do as he told you,
then, when 1 asked you where he bad
gone?” thundered the officer fiercely.
“I could not tell a lie, sir,” was the
tearful answer.
"Hetty,” again began the smooth
tongued Tory, "you are a nice child.
Everybody knows you are a girl of
truth. What did your cousin say when
you told him you could not tell a false
hood?”
“He said he shouldn’t think I’d betray
him to his death?”
“And you promised him that you
wouldn't tell which way he went If
you were kilhsl for It?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That was brave; and I suppose he
thanked you for It and ran down the
road as quickly as possible?”
"I promised not to tell where he went,
sir."
"Oh. yes, I forgot. Well, tell us his
last words, and we won't trouble you
uny more.”
“His last words were, 'It’s my only
chance, child, and I’ll get down as you
say.’ ”
And, overcome with fright and the
sense of her kinsman's danger should
they rightly Interpret the language
which she had reported, she sobbed
aloud and hid her face from sight.
Her tormentors did not stay longer to
soothe or question her. They all Imme
diately pusheil rapidly on down to the
river.
Now, the Governor had arranged a
signal with Ills boatman that a white
cloth by day or a light by night dis
played from the attic window of ills
hiding place, which was Just visible at
the mouth of the river, should Inform
them If he were in trouble and put them
on the alert to help him.
As soon, therefore, as he started from
his cousin's, It floated from the window
to warn them. And when they saw the
pursuing party dash mildly down the
road to the river and recognized the
British uniform of the leaders they
pulled swiftly out to sea. The horse
men reached the shore only in season
to see the bout with two men in It near
ly out of sight, and. supposing their
destined prey had escaped, relinquished
the pursuit.
Meanwhile the victim lay safe and
quiet where the shrewdness of the little
cousin had hidden him until the time
came for her return for supper. Then
be hade her go as usual to her home,
telling her to ask her mother to place
the signal lamp ns soon as it grew dark
In the window for the boatmen and
send him some supper, with his valise,
which, In tiie hurry of Ills departure, he
had left behind.
The signal had recalled the boat,
which after twilight had ventured In
sight of the shore and farmhouse, und
the Governor quietly made his way to
the river In safety. When he rejoined
his father in a secure home he named
ills Infant daughter, which hal been
born in his nlaience, Hetty Marvin, that
lie might lie daily reminded of the little
cousin whose truth and shrewdness
saved his life.—Exchange.,
> LATEST DINNER AND STREET DOWNS.
MONEY FOR COLLEGES FORMER
LY RAISED IN THIS WAY.
Harvard College Owe« Holworthy and
Harvard Hall to Thia Now Unlawful
Method of Procuring Fund«—Public
Drawings in South America.
INDOOR TOILET COSTUME OF CREPE DE CHIVE.
COUNT TOLSTOI.
He Has Recently Been Anathematized
by the Russian Greek Church.
Count Lyof Tolstoi, who lias been
anathematized by the Russian Church
on account of his religious anit"phllo-
sophlc-al teachings, believes in the lit
eral interpretation of the sermon on the
COUNT TOLSTOI.
mount, and Insists that the only Chris
tian life Is that which exemplifies the
plain precepts of Jesus. He holds that
a true Christian will do as Christ bids
all to do. This theory has attracted
much attention to the eminent Russian.
Ills religious convictions are set forth
in his books, “Christ’s Christianity"
and “My Religion,” and have long been
condemned by prominent orthodox
teachers, who do not agree with him in
first principles. Tolstoi is now 73 years
old. His first book, “War and Peace,”
was published In 1800.
IMPROVED HAND STAMP.
Device by Which the Style of Type May
Be Varied.
Here we Illustrate a convenient hand
stamp which is an Improvement over
those now In use. With the old style
of stamp It lias been possible to use
but one set of type, and when the stamp
was purchased the desired lettering
had to be set In place permanently. By
the addition of the little hook shown at
lit* Denomination.
Three men once stepped up to a noted
revivalist, at the close of one of hit
evening meetings and asked him to de
cide a polut concerning which they had
been disputing.
“Gue of tny friends here,” said the
spokesman, "contends that you are a
Baptist—"
"Why does he think I am a Baptist?”
Interrupted the evangelist.
"Because he has seen you assisting
enthusiastically at a baptism by Im
mersion. My other friend Is equally
sure you are a Methodist—”
“Why?”
"Well, he lias heard you say 'amen!'
with much fervor when some good
Methodist brother has tieen praying 1
differ with both. I say you are either
a Congregatlonallst or a Presbyterian.”
“Why so?”
"Well. 1 notice you always stand
when you pray."
"My brother." was the reply, "I have
almost forgotten, but I think each one
of you Is right. I belong to all four
of those denominations."
This. In the larger sense, waa doubt
less true.
Old-Fashioned Plow.
Nearly all of the Egyptian farmers
use the same kind of plow that was
naevi IMW years ago.
If you have a philosophical question
to ask go to a philosopher, not to •
cvnio.
OLD-TIME LOTTERIES.
one side of the frame aud by a slight
change In the type base the lettering
may be varied without limit. A full
font of rubber type Is provided, and by
pressing the knob downward and lock
ing the mechanism against revolution
the type-receiving plate Is presented In
position to Insert the desired lettering.
The device will also be found con
venient In altering the dating stamps
In common use.
HOW HE FELT ABOUT IT.
Could
Not
Help but Sympathize In
Thia Case.
"Of course.” remarked the proud
father of six children, "there Is nothing
In all the world that makes a man so
sincerely happy a.« to have around him
a whole houseful of roysterltig children,
every one of them tickled plumb to
death when he comes home at night,
and every one of them wanting to climb
all over him at once and the same time.
Still, It Is possible that there may be
an embarrassment of riches, as the
French say. of even this sort, and when
a baby Is of the squalling kind be
sometimes thinks he would almost com
uilt a crime for the sake of five or six
minutes of peace and quiet. A friend
of mine, who lives in a tint. Is the fath
er of a regular, four-time squaller. and
there was an Incident at his homo the
other evenlug that has caused hi* wife
OUTDOOR ATTIRE OF CREAM CLOTH
to look upon him with suspicion. Al
bert is one of the mildest-mannered m □
that ever lived. Across the hall from
bls flat live two bachelor friends of bls.
and you know bachelors are not overly
partial to babies with unrestrained
lungs. The other afternoon his wife
came In where he was reading, or try
ing to, and she was considerably
wrought up.”
“ ’I’ve got no use for those two
friends of yours across the hall,’ she
said.
" ‘Why not, my dear?’ he responded,
In his usual mild manner.
“ 'Because, when Willie was crying
a while ago, one of them said, 'Oh, shoot
the baby.’
"‘Oh, did he?' said the father, raising
his eyebrows, after the manner of some
people expressing surprise or resent
ment or some other emotion.
“ 'Yes. he did,’ repeated the fond
mother.
“ ’And what did you say to that?’ he
inquired, with a half smile.
“ 'What could 1 say?’ she asked, the
anger showing in her face.
“ ‘Really, I don't know, my dear,’
hesitated her husband, 'but I thought
possibly you might have said you didn't
have any gun.’
“She couldn't say a word; she didn't
try to; she just looked at him In speech
less astonishment and went out of the
room.”—Washington Star.
The people who are contending tha|
society Is suffering from “over educa
tion” do not themselves appear to be
afflicted with the complaint—Learning
By Doing.
He who argues that history does not
And an appropriate place In the gram-,
mar school must, as it seems to me, eons
elude to deprive the child of exquisite
delight and genuine mind-discipline In
the story and picture phase of history,
—American Journal of Education,
Politics and politicians have no right
ful place In the schools or the school
boards. The way to keep politics out
of the schools is to keep the politicians
off the school boards. Good, vigorous
men with broad views on all education
al policies should be chosen to serve on
the school board. When this is done,
wide-awake, up-to-date and first-class
schools will follow as a result.—Mis
souri School Journal.
Our schools can never be what they
ought to be until the very beat men can
be kept in them as teachers. It Is not
enough that each State can boast a few
educators on an equal in ability with
the best lawyers, editors and busiuess
men. Every community with a hun
dred or more children to educate should
have at the head of Its schools a man
the equal In ability. In education. In ex
perience. In culture and In business tact
to the best. Aud what right has the
community to expect this unless it Is
willing to pay what the best men can
obtaiu In other calling.-.? Make teaching
the most honorable, the most lucrative
of callings, and, above all. free It from
the petty annoyances of politics and
meddlesome busybodies, and education
will take a great leap forward for the
better.—The Educator.
So few parents remember that,
though they have only two or three
children, and have studied their disposi
tions from the time of birth, know all
of their Inherited tendencies, all their
little oddities and contradictions, they
make mistake after mistake In their
management; while the teacher has all
the way from thirty to ninety, no two
alike, from different homes, having
different Influences, different surround
ings. different standards of right and
wrong, and she has known them at
best only a few short weeks, having to
study them all at once instead of
singly. Knowing this, the parent should
make allowance«. and try to help rather
than hinder the teacher. Mothers lu
particular should be Interested In what
the children are doing; above all they
should visit the school.— Arkansas
School Journal.
African Ijtngnagea.
Africa has very nearly 700 language«,
•nd thia fact presents great difficulties
to missionary effort.
A man cannot be said to be quite as
meek as a worm so long as be retuse»
to go over to a neighbor's for milk.
When one reads, as has frequently
been the case of late, of the arrest of
such aud such an individual for the
maintaining aud promoting of a lottery,
it is hard to conceive that within the
present century Harvard College sought
and obtained permission from the Ix-g-
islature to hold such an affair. Such is
the case, however, If we can rely on his
tory.
In 1806, when the finances of the col
lege were in a decidedly critical state,
the corporation, having represented the
situation aud duly petitioned, were ac
corded power by the general court to
raise by means of a lottery the sum of
$30,000 for the erection of a new build
ing in the college yard. With the pro
ceeds of this lottery the college was en
abled to begin in 1811 the new building,
which was completed in 1813.
The entire cost of the building—Hol
worthy—was $24,000, so that the bal
ance which remained of the $29,000 pro
duced by the lottery was "applied to re
instate the stock which the college had
expended iu erecting Stoughton Hall
and to other objects si>eeltled in the act
granting tiie lottery.”
This new building, which to-day is
probably the one most sought after by
undergraduates at the annual drawing
of rooms, and in which it is not al
lowed that freshmen shall live, received
its name in honor of Sir Matthew Hol
worthy, the greatest benefactor of the
college in respect to the amount of his
bounty, during the seventeenth century.
He was a merchant of Hackney, In
the county of Middlesex, and was
knighted by Charles II. in 1665. At his
death in 1678 a part of his will was
found to read as follows: “I give and
bequeath to the college or university In
or of Cambridge, in New England, the
sum of £1,000 (enormous at that time),
to lie paid over to the governors and ill-
rectors thereof, to be disposed of by
them as they shall Judge best for pro
moting of learning aud promulgation
of the gospel in those parts; the same
to be paid within two years after my
demise.”
The above case of a lottery, however,
was not the first in the history of the
college. As early as 1765 one had been
authorized for the purpose of raising
funds for the erection of a new build
ing (now Harvard Hall) to replace its
predecessor. destroyed by tire. The fire
which destroyed the fornieT building
was supposed to have originated under
the hearth of the Library, where a fire
hail been kept for the use of the general
court, which was sitting there on ac
count of the prevalence of smallpox in
Boston. The new building, erected
from the proceeds of the lottery, con
tained a “chapel, dining hall, library,
museum, philosophy chamber and an
apartment for the philosophical appar
atus.” Such description sounds not un
like a catalogue of the machinery and
cogs stored in a mans’ head.
Again the lottery wa s resorted to
(1794) for the purpose of replenishing
the treasury of the college. On this
occasion the capital prize of $10.000
was drawn by the college itself, the
lucky number being 18,547.
With such precedent as this certainly
It would not seem unnatural that
Judges, particularly if they had gradu
ated from Harvard and had happened
to have lived in Holworthy, should be
inclined to deal gently with those ac
cused of breaking the lottery laws.
In many of the feverish South Amer
ican republics to-day the lottery is iu
full swing, the proceeds presumably be
ing devoted to the support of hospitals
and to various other charities under the
supervision of the government. There
the drawings are held in public, usually
once a week, and are attended en masse
by the leisurely class of philosophers,
who usually constitute the majority of
the citizens, and who look upon the
whole thing as a form of recreation as
good a<The play.
Another point which might perhaps
be said to argue In favor of the lottery
Is that In 1898 the steamer Stillwater,
on which the Honduras lottery was
drawn at sea, after its expulsion from
Iaiulsiana. served the government In
transporting troops from the United
States to Porto Rico.—Boston Globe.
“And what Is the case?.......... But ren
years have elapsed since Howell»
spoke, yet ever since we have been un
dergoing a deluge of heroes and hero
ines whose doughty deeds and exalted
sentiments as men of arms and lover»
have no real counterparts In this pro
saic world. And in their wake has
followed the romantic historical novel,
the novel of admirably successful ad
venture on flood and Held performed by
pseudo ancestors of ours, whose flesh
and blood when confronted ty Basil
March and his wife suggest tie com
parison of Hyperion to a Satyr. 'The
Gentleman of I-’rance,’ ‘The Prisoner of
Zenda,’ ’Richard Carvel,’ 'Janice Mere
dith,' 'To live and To Hold,’ with their
editions moi.uting to the hundreds of
thousands, attest 'hat the world Is still
foolish enough to laugh with and to
cry over sheer puppets of the Imagina
tion. For the moment the pendulum of
literary hero-worship is far to fie pole
of thorough-going romance, and the
heart of the realist is sad within hiss
save for the comfort which flow-s from
‘David Harum' and 'Mr. Dooley,’ those
sane carnal twins among an army of
fascinating, flawless cardboard crea
tions.”
The greatest number of races ever
won by a jockey in one season was the
246 by Fred Archer, 1885.
It is one thing to fall heir to an estate
in Egland, but getting anything out of
It—that is another story.
It is as true now as it was when
Shakspeare wrote: "The devil can cite
Scripture for his purpose.”
Australia has been in the business a
long time. Next year it will celebrate a
great century yacht regatta.
Geography may be said to be in a
transition state. One day knows not
what another may bring forth.
Ira D. Sankey has been making a re
vival tour of Ireland, and receptions in
his honor have been frequent through
out the island.
A model of the human heart, working
as iu life and pumping blood through
artificial arteries, is the work of a Con
tinental physician.
Shakspeare, who always “published
the news,” held that "They are as sick
that surfeit with too much as they that
starve with nothing.”
This was Francis Bacon’s brief com
mentary: “Prosperity is the blessing
of the Old Testament; adversity is the
blessing of the New,”
As an example of the rude energy of
nature the late windstorm was a terri
ble manifestation. Man nay pin and
prop and brace ever so t'.rongly, but
nature will have its way.
Even royalty is not above the fre
quent use of slang. It is reported that
one of the favorite expressions of the
Empress Dowager of China was this:
“Oh, go jump down a well.”
Chicago parks are up against a rabbit
crisis, and how to be rid of them is the
question. Ferrets will be used in Lin
coln Park to kill off the rabbits which
are running through the grounds.
Among the Chilians a belief prevails
that the juice of onions is a sure cure
for typhoid fever if given in its early
stages. Perhaps the typhoid microbes
dislike the onion's perfume aud decide
to move on.
Chloroform should not be adminis
tered to the same subject twice within a
week if it can be avoided, because it
has been shown that the elimination of
the drug is not completely effected with
in a shorter period.
Benjamin Young, a boy of Hoboken,
N. J., put a piece of phosphorus, that he
thought was wax, into bis pocket. The
friction caused by tiie rubbing of his
pauts on the phosphorus set them on
fire and burned him badly.
Dime novels are out of date. The
trashy magazines have taken their
place, and then let it lie noted that bet
ter reading at home aud in tiie public
libraries have supplanted the lurid ten-
cent stories to some extent.
When down and destitute there is no
friend like a dollar, unless it be five dol
lars. This sordid philosophy must !>•
practically experienced to be publicly
approved. There are times when not
anything surpasses the blessings of
available funds.
One of the sparse population of Juan
Fernandez. Alexander Selkirk’s island.
Is a Swede who leads a hermit's life.
He hardly speaks to his neighbors, and
IDEAL HERO HAS CHANGED.
he subsists on the product of a small
The Commonplace Man of Fiction Re garden and by fishing.
Perhaps he
placed by the Man of Action.
thinks he is a second edition of our old
Robest Grant In an article on "He friend. “Robinson Crusoe.”
roes and Heroines" In the Woman’s
Home Companion turn» from the heroes
Apricot Pita.
and heroine« of every-day life, and
Not long ago the bumble apricot pit
says:
was a valueless product to be put out
"Incidentally here ft Is Interesting to of the way as speedily as possible. Lat
note how quickly and completely this er. It commanded fire dollars a ton to
same world Is capable of changing Its be used as fuel under the boilers where
taste In respect to the heroes ami hero steam power was generated. It burned
ine» of fiction. Only ten years ago Mr. well and made a desirable fuel. Now.
Howells was gravely assuring us that the uses to which the erstwhile de
the sophlstocated public bad dismissed spised pit is put are many. The de
forever from favor and faith the en mand I» running ahead of the supply,
gaging but impossible beings of roman and its value is continually increasing.
tic literature. He Intimated that Du It is made to yield up its contents of
mas was a gross offender against nat 1 marketable poison—prussic add; It
uralism. and hence truth. He even de gives a very desirable quality of "al
scribed the author of 'Vanity Fair' as mond oil;” it enters largely into the
'that caricaturist Thackeray,’ and de manufacture of candy in places. Ger
plored that Trollope
should have many. for instance; It Is even said to
yearned to imitate him rather than be be useful In the fabrication of baking
satisfied with the workaday realities of powder. These are some of the pit's
‘Mrs. Proudie.' He announced almost possibilities. There are others, and
convincingly that realism has come to ! there Is no longer any difficulty in find
stay, and that any hero or heroine must ing a market for them.
be false to art unless to be met with
tn one's daily walks. We were t»ld
Some men don't do things because
that fiction henceforth was to deal w’tb they are near-sighted, and some b*>
real life.
1 causa they are far-sighted.