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Editor ami Father. ILLINOIS. Rn&l >HoaOnf there i & tKc~o£ land: _ Bwiton gJtteto my eye, r >»M» faMwriwuilowT hium, "(hnnrte* by-- Jwater, then took a audi bobbed and danced out nj I'erohBart^tww * totter the postman broufbt Fropt»i«r>ili>|in friend whom I used to know Thit%wtt» •hunberfng (run of thought BFixssrî rtir ŝ̂ - -; Who t*e crowded day to gone at U»t, And Mae TCIOM that come to cheer v. My weary «oul from oat of the past. - O.frtWfcflUlillHi are of the other dayy 0, livteg iOTee ot the bnried past, Throoch changefol aoenee and darldfof wk** To my aching heart I hold yon fast; AIM) a preotone thonsht to my sonl is given. As I wander hen on thla bleak earth shore, We nhaH know each other, dear friends. In • heaven, Aon the parting tear we shall shed no more. s# THE KIW OF HEARTS. • Itt GEORGIAN* FKATHKRSTONHACOH. Old Peg fixed her black, be«ly eyes intently upon tlie pack of cards, whieh she shtlffied rapidly and dexterously be­ tween her long, bony fingers, glancing occasionally as she did so at the bright eyes almost hidden beneath the droop­ ing brim of a summer hat as they fjazed expectantly down upon her. The old woman shook her head and mut­ tered a few words in a low, gutteral tone as she laid the cards one by one carefully upon the table and eyed the girl sharply. "The king of hearts,", she a&id, half aloud; "vou will have a lover fair and handsome, and, though he is rich, he will have gained his wealth through un­ fair means." She saw the shade steal over the gizl's face as she turned away, and she grasped her arm. "But look ye, child," she continued, detaining her, while the light in her black eyes grew more intense, "your wiclier-y and loveliness will charm him, and, though in a distant city there awaits you another man good and true, though older by a score of years, and who counts his wealth by the many thousands, your heart will go out to the pate, handsome lover, who will make you a proposal of marriage." The girl shuddered and looked startled as she wrenched her arm away from the fingers that clutched her sleeve and ran passionately out of the hut, throwing down a piece of silver in her mad haste. "How does that old hag know that I have spent my vacation away from home in order to escape old Stephen White, and now who is this King of Hearts?" "Where are yon going, my pretty maid?" s Polly glanced up suddenly, as she recognized the voice of her Cousin Jule. "Been to have your fortune told, hey, Polly?" she asked, linking her arm within that of her cousin. Polly blushed, and tried not to look is about one of the first things people do on coming to Seabreeze. And what did old Peg «ay ? She told me once that I would live until I was 99. . PleMant prospect." Bat Polly turned the subject quickly, for, if the truth must l>e said, Polly was rather given to superstition, and was rather inclined to believe in fortune "That Is for being in a chronic state of poverty, Jule. I have but this one muslin dress, and look at that ngly rent. I am surprised that it was not my white mull--the only dress I have wherewith to captivate all Seabreeze. Mon Dieu, what a cruel provision oi Providence to •distribute so unequally among us poor mortals." "But, Polly, you must remember that .Seabreeze Cottage is not a fashionable place, like the hotels, and then yon know that your bathing suit here is the most important, and you are quite per­ fection in that." * Tbey had reached the long pier, and weie standing looking out upon the vast expanse of blue waters, dotted with -white sails, "I suppose it is very lively up at the hotels, and there are a great many peo­ ple," Polly said, turning her eyes in the direction of the hotel piazza, a good dis­ tance back from the beach. "Yes," Jule answered, "there are plenty o! women and children and old­ ish land of men who seldom go into the surf, but generally play the role of spec­ tators. I suppose they are afraid of"-- and the girl touched liar bright, hair significantly. "But the younger men donot come down from the city until the end of the week, if they come at all, and then the girls at the hotel pounce down upon them before one can say Jack Robinson." "I should think it would be a haven for the lesser lights of society, for they could at least have the satisfaction of begoijjing favorites once a year," the other returned abstractedly." "No,, indeed, it is the very time they etay awav out of revenge, I suppose. They go fishing, or out West to visit some friend's ranch and get a breath of Col- <*»&> or Dakota atr." i"Well, I would do the same if I only received a gracious smile when no one better could be found. But what is that setting yonder upon that bowlder ? c^rtainlv resembles a stern lord of creation. Is it one of your oldish non- bathers, or is it one of the rarer kind ? Let me see if I can analyze him at this distance. He wears glasses, for I can see the gold rims gleaming in the sun. fie lias a blonde mustache and carries a cane or umbrella, and he is smoking ft cigar. He is undoubtedly one of the Xftrer kind, and would probably say to Mmaelf, 'Who the deuce are you?' Should we venture nearer? But come, let us take a closer observation, you Vabow, under the guise of a stroll, of oourse." Jule hesitated. "He might consider 4 rude and be far-seeing enough to discover our ruse." ° • "Don't be prudish, please; you need nt>t look at him. You can direct your ftttehtlOn to the boats with the flapping sail#, while I do the looking, for I am quite anxious to see one of your sea- breeze tourists." And, being possessed of a stronger will than her companion, were soon walking in that direc-tl 't "Yes, it is one of the rarer kind," Polly said, lowering her voice, to her oousin who was gazing at the white mils -with an air of deep attention. Suddenly Polly uttered a shrill ftcresm, which sounded up and down tiie beach, at the same time losing her hold upon her cousin's silk parasol, whfch&he frolicsome wind caught. It «areen^|lr^dlj fo^.a mqmenjalon^ the Jule looked startled, while bowlder came ward. "That horrible.# . .please drive it •' way, il k lookiH* Straight at me/ *»8^ Wfai* "and my j>araqol,xt wailibe rained^ dlls^Aer P»u$$!h!o rp stroked his mui|jta|he, as he, with one dexterous stride placed himself between Polly and the innocent nannie, who had moved to a fresh nibbling place, every now and then Huakiiig MM ivii(j uearu »u« giving vent to a plaintiff baa. Should he first drive away the harmless beast, or should he rescue the parasol, which resembled an immense crimson peony cast upon the water, he vaguely wondered ? ^ But he was equal to both emergencjee, for, taking off his straw hat, he Waved, it frantically at the grazing goat, at the isame time uttering a loud shoo/ shoo, scat, hi»t, causing it to abandon its browsing field in fright, then, spring­ ing to the edge of the water, rescued the floating treasure, just as it was brought to the shore upon an incoming "wave. 5 Polly took the streaming parasol, and regarded it mournfully. -It was her principal background to set Off her white mull dress, and now it was quite spoiled. "Perhaps if you hang It on this tree in the sun it will dry faster," Oldthorp suggested, adjusting it firmly to a swaying bough, where it swung to and fro, while Polly rubbed off the wet sand with her handkerchief. "I suppose the mariners will think it is a beacon light," she said, laughing. "I am afraid you will consider me a woful coward,5' with a deprecating glance at the distant goat, then burst into a merry laugh, into which both her cousin and Oldthorp joined. I do not imagine the goat would have done you any possible harm," he said, looking into Polly's flushed, smil­ ing face. - "But Polly has always lived in the city, and she is apt to be a little timid," Jule said, in a half apologetic wav. Ah! I see," he replied, again strok­ ing his mustache. "You would not have made a very brave helpmate for Noah in his journey up to Ararat, I am afraid." Polly looked up quickly. "You are making fun of me now; but if I had been cliosen for Noah's companion, I should have insisted upon sitting on the roof of the ark with an umbrella," and she reached out her hand to her own to see if it showed signs of dryness. "A red silk one, no doubt," Oldthorp replied, with,a smile, unfastening the swinging one and placing it in the girl's hand. The while, the "King of Hearts" and the words of the old sibyl kept ringing in Polly's ears. They were walking in the direction of Seabreeze Cottage, af­ ter having parted from their companion. The day was fast closing in, and the sun was setting like a ball of fire in the west. "I wonder who he is," Polly said re­ flectively. "Did you ever see him be­ fore, Jule?" Jule shrugged her shoulders. "Nev­ er," she responded. "Perhaps he is one of the party of poker players stay­ ing at the hotel. Tom says there is such a party." "Well, it was quite a little adventure at any rate; but I do hope we will not meet him again." It was a lovely morning; the air was hazy and soft, and the breakers were falling gently as they sung a monoto­ nous song upon the shore. Polly was sauntering slowly toward the beach, with her bathing suit tucked snugly under her arm. All Seabreeze seemed to be taking advantage of the fine day, judging from the number of bathers disporting themselves in the water. Many strollers and loungers were scat­ tered, singly and in groups, upon the shore, watching the sport with no little merriment, their bright dresses and gay parasols lending a, cheerfulness to the scene. It had been nearly a week since Polly had again ventured in the direction in which she found herself walking to­ day. Not since the encounter with the stranger who had occupied the bowlder. But she rather avoided the place, and the hotel people, fearing that Jule's random words of their chance acquaint­ ance being a poker-player might be verified she had come that way think­ ing that he had already become weary of the monotony of Seabreeze, and had sought a more congenial resort. Polly's eyes were bent upon the ground as she tripped lightly along; but, by some un- detinable impulse, she suddenly raised them, and there, sitting upon tlie bowl­ der in the Fame spot she saw the object of her passing thoughts. She felt, her face grow red. Should she bow, or should she only pass on ? she wondered; he may have f orgotten the circumstance altogether ; and then as matters stood' how could she possibly recognize him ? She gave a hurried glance at the figure and then looked in an opposite direction. But Oldthorp left his seat and saun­ tered toward her, making it impossible for Polly to do otherwise than look at the tall form standing only a few feet away. She raised her eyes and met his gaze with a faint smile. "Like many others, I see you are a lover of the surf, Miss Fletcher," he said, stepping to her side, "though I cannot recollect seeing you for the past few days." Polly looked up, in surprise. Had he actually watched ipr her amnng all these people? "I am not a regular bather," she re­ plied, at the same time remembering that she had scarcely missed a day since her stay in Seabreeze. Yet how could she sav "I have been avoidintr you?" "Ah," he said, "I have the advantage of you for I have not missed a single day of this delightful weather." Polly laughed. "You have the advantage of me in more than one way," glancing up into her face. "How?" he asked. "You already know my name, while I have not the slightest idea of yours, or ! by what mean^s you ascertained mine." "I hope you will pardon the over­ sight," lie said, handing her a small card which he had taken from his pocket, quite regardless of the last part of her remark. "Paul Oldthorp," was the vame en­ graved upon its face. Polly felt ill at ease as she walked along the beach toward the bathing- house. Why did the people stare at her and her companion, and seem to regard them with so much curiosity? Who was this Paul Oldthorp, she uneasily wondered while two vivid red spots burnt upon her cheeks? How angry Uncle Felix would be if he should ac­ cidentally hear of it, but she would not jle interest in the people at is hisname, she Milted "Tliiiwilt hi i this crofting. I ^ ̂ I not help it," seafag the astonishment de- "He in­ vited himself i a very diplomatic way or rather led me on to extend the invita­ tion; but perhaps after one visit we can manage to prevail upon him to take long walks, and give us lessons in bot­ any, and by that means we can keep ium out ot Uncle Jb'elix's way." As the evening began to steal over the quiet eottage, Polly donned her white mull dress, for in spite of her and her cousin's forebodings as to the iden­ tity of their new-found acquaintance Polly felt a keen desire to bring to the surface her every charm, and she won­ dered why she experienced a feeling of happiness, such as she had never felt when in the presence of old Stephen White, yjho was a model of goodness and propriety, and whose attentions to her were so distasteful, and yet her ac­ quaintance with Paul Oldthorp had been one of such short duration, and he--Polly covered her face with her hands and tried not to think of him. If he was what Jule had almost as­ serted he was, what a terrible state of affairs, to be sure. "He has wealth, though gained through unfair means," were the words that came .back to her. She heard the gate click, and she knew that he had come. There was a sort of a caress in Oldthorp's touch as he gently pressed Polly's small hand for an instant, and it brought thq color to her cheek; Jule fluttered uneasily , about the room, hardly allowing her eyes to rest upon the face of their guest, fearing that in his countenance she might dis­ cover proofs of her suspicion. It was difficult to tell how or where the hours had flown. They had taken no heed of the time, only their own en­ joyment, and when the great clock in the hall chimed out the hour of ten, they were all surprised. The evening had seemed very short to Polly as she stood saying a few part­ ing words at the gate. She remained long after Oldthorp's form had van­ ished amid the shadows of the over­ hanging trees. What does it say, Jnle?" Polly asked, holding up a card, when she en­ tered the house. "I found it lying out­ side of the gate." Jule took it and read: "Ned, come down and iBee the fun; stakes running high. P. O." Polly looked quite miserable. "Cfeuld we have better proof? Just think of it, Jule--a gambler!" The days came and went. Polly never ventured near the small bathing- house, and the pier was quite forsaken by her presence, and she made various threats of returning home and bask in the smiles of old Stephen White. She had ho alternative--that, or always teaching the.young ideas how to shoot.' They had taken a long walk one day, and were sitting upon a fallen tree, surrounded by green, feathery ferns, while they listened to the laving water rise and fall, with a swishing sound, upon the beach in the distance. They had not uttered a word for at least five minutes, when Jule looked up and sud­ denly exclaimed, "Oh, Polly, there is Paul Oldthorp walking along the beach! I am going to hide; come along," tugging at her cousin's sleeve, who sat perfectly still and did not ap­ pear inclined to follow, and in a moment Jule had vanished into a clump of bushes. She had only time to gather her skirts about her when she heard Oldthorp's voice. "You seem to have taken possession of Fernwood," he said, seating himself upon the other end of the tree. "Are yotf alone?" "No," Polly replied, hesitatingly. "That is, not now." > Oldthorp gazed at her curiously. "You seem to have overcome your dread of goats and--and wild cats, too, I sup­ pose. You looked very desolate sitting here alone as I came up." "You are very good to say so, I am sure," Polly answered. "I was just thinking of starting for home when you appeared," and she made a movement as if to put her words into effect. "Oh! not just yet," he said, laying a de aining hand upon her arm. "I am going away for good pretty soon, and perhaps I may not have another oppor­ tunity of saying what I have been wisliing to say to you for many days. Why have you been avoiding me so persistently?" he asked suddenly. Polly's face grew red and trembled slightly. "I have not been avoiding von," guiltily. "Seabreeze is a lovely place to spend a few idle weeks and one is apt to regret leaving it," she tried to say in a matter-of-fact voice. "That is not what I regret," he re­ plied hurriedly. "It is leaving you, Polly, don't you know; Cannot you feel that I love you, and have ever since the day I rescued your umbrella, and I wniit you to be my wife; promise me before I go." He had taken her hand, and was searchiug her face with pas­ sionate eves. • But she drew it away gently. "Please don't," she laughed, "it is very rediculous. Mr. Oldthorp, they say that every one at the seaside has a pas­ sion, and I suppose I am that passion to you; but please do not think of me, I cannot possibly marry you." She tried to make her voice sound light and careless, as if she believed all she .was saving. . "Then yon do not care for me," he replied. "I will not say that, for I do care for you a great deal: but I cannot marry you, indeed I cannot, "Why?" he asked. 1 "Because." resembled her, ahd4lp4tM|||^^ her. " "Are 3B6iPlH§TOg 'Seabreeze ?" he asked, Iw ^l^^pnanee quickly light­ ing. "There seems to be a sudden ex­ odus. " "• -4 Polly's lipg trembled, and her eyes filled with Mars. How she had mis­ judged him after all, and now how could she make amfends ? "Polly!" Oldthorp exclaimed, seeinc her tears, "you are unhappy. Can I help you?" "I was in .the wrong," Polly man­ aged to gasp; "but can you forgive me without an explanation ?" Oldthorp looked puzzled. "If you, will promise what I asked you a week ago, I agree to remain in the dark," he replied, laughing. It was many months afterward before Polly explained to Oldthorp what her fears had been, and of her visit to the hut of Old Peg. But she is his wife now, and is the recipient of . many more stares from the curious, who, wonder where that little school teacher could possibly have met the son of one of the great bonanza kings, not the king of hearts, but the king of diamonds.--Chicago Led0f", m TIB RAIL. ' * U* \SH Oldthorp laughed. "Because is not £ reason. "It is all I-can give, though you may think it is very weak." "Won't you try to think of it before you leave Seabreeze," he asked plead­ ingly, following her as she arose to go. Was it necessary for her to think of it ? Had she not done so already ? The walk* l>ome was a long, quiet one. Polly tried hard to urge on the conver­ sation, but Oldthorp maintained a moody silence. A week later Polly found herself gazing out of the narrow car window, and watching Seabreeze being left far behind her. She was going home to old Stephen White's effusive attentions, and the noisy throng of schoolchildren. "If there isn't Dwite Paul, the gam­ bler and his party, who have been stay­ ing at the Palace," exclaimed a voice directly behind Polly; "the man with the glasses over yonder, and those im­ mense diamonds." Polly looked, too, her heart giving sundry loud thumps, but, contrary to „ _ her expectations, she did not recognize tell him, and when she left Seabreeze I in the man with the glasses and blonde all would fr>rgqtten, for her uncle I mustache or thereat of the party any The Hen Bnsiness. A pen-and-ink wrestler , has untied a book and let it loose upon the patient people, which bcok bears the title, "How to Make $500 a Year Profit from Twelve Hens." We tried this getting rich out of the hen business last year, and while it looks nice and pretty in gilt letters on blue binding to save $500 a year from twelve hens, our experience was different. We secured, last spring, a collection of six lady hens and a male companion, and domiciled them in/in extensive hen pasture in the rear of our premises. We figured it out that with six eggs a day, and an occasional vacation which would be paid for in chickens, we would soon have money enough to go to Europe or run for office. Early in the season the brown Leghorn troops fought nobly, and we began to look arouud with the idea of getting a safe to put our egg money in. Just at this junct­ ure corn stepped up to $1 a bushel, and our hens ceased laying and turned all their attention to their appetites. During the interim one of our hens had succeeded in presenting to the world a dozen little brown balls, whjjph imagination told us would make excel­ lent chicken pies along in December. Imagination lied to us, however, for in less than four weeks every one of the little brown darlings had been referred to the interior department of a con­ founded skunk, and there was seven weeks' lost time to be charged up to that hen's, profit and loss account. We forbear telling of our midnight ramble in the dewy mazes of our garden, clad in modesty and a night-shirt, with a re­ volver filled with 32-100 cartridges and a heart filled with animosity toward that skunk. We draw a curtain o'er that scene. When fall came, and after we had bought eggs to feed ourselves and corn to feed our hens for a while, we retired from the hen business, and we have made up our minds that it takes some­ thing more than a book and a dozen hens to make $500 a year. Of course there are hen artists who can play the game for all it is worth, and make it pay; but for a greenhorn to think, thai twenty-four hens are worth a cool thousand a year to him is folly. If you could make hens lay every day, and could bring chickens up on a bottle in some secluded spot where skunks would not get at theA, it would pay for novices to establish hen dairies. As it is, however, we novices had better save our money from buying such books as the one described to buy eggs with, and let those who understand egg harvesting do the work. There is too much responsibility, too much getting up in the night to shoot skunks, and too few eggs in the business to offer in­ ducements to amateurs.--Marathon Independent. Rattlesnakes. When a man kills a rattlesnake he cuts off the rattles, puts them in hii vest pocket, and carries them aboul with ham for a few days, hauls them ouj at every opportunity and adds a couplii of inches to the snake's length everj time he tells the story. After a while he gets tired of the rattles, as does ev­ ery one else, and he gives them away. The man who takes them adds to his sins by telling that he killed the snake, and then adds the regular two inches tc the tail. When he exhausts his fellow- beings with this sort of thing he passee the rattles along to somebody else. Aftei a while they find their way to some mineralogical collection. No mineral- ogical collection is complete without a set of rattlesnake's rattles. What the rattlesnake was created for is a mystery. He is noisy at one end and poisonous at the other. He does not like man, nor does man like him. Let him alisie and he will let you alone. But he will not be sat down upon with impunity. Thus far man has f tiled to utilize the rattlesnake--thus far the rattlesnake is fortunate, because man's utilization of the lower orders of beings causes them an immense amount of misery. - He starves and overworks millions of horses; he imprisons pigs and makes tbem unduly plethoric; he domesticates ducks and geese and in time develops them downward into awkward wabblers,- unable to fly; he imprisons birds and makes them de­ pendent on an artificial condition of life. The rattlesnake mi^ht be used to keep burglars out of banks. Loose a dozen rattlesnakes every night in a bank building and no burglars would apply. True the snakes might keep out the President and cashier. Even this might ultimately be good for the bank.--San Francisco Avalanche. The Death of John Qniney Adam. The Washington correspondent of the Boston Traveller says: A gentle mau who was present at the time when John Quincy Adams was stricken with paralysis said recently: "I shall never forget that scene. The excitement was tremendous, and men who had been his bitterest foes forgot their enmity in that hour. You remember that Mr. Adams was removed to the Speake room, where he died. I was there when Henry Clay came in and looked at the face of the dead statesman. He gazed for a moment, his eyes filled with tears, and then his feeling overcame him as be was led out of the room." "I LIVE in Julia's eyes," said an af­ fected dandy in Coleman's hearing. "I don't wonder at it," replied George, "since I observed she had a sty in them when I saw her last." PARIS surgeowL^Wdimples a t 1 napoleon eaeh, - •«*«. T., , !>*»?>.I ! .<V ^#1* ; * w ' !'& ")• 1 ^ _ and the porter made his rotmds and gathered up all shoes he oould find, marldngin lead pencil in each shoe the name of the owner's berth and section. Lead pencil, he said, would not rub out. Formerly he used chalk, but found that it would WiK AAP oooilv atxrl KA himself all mixed up. He was a genu- I ine specimen of the Southern darky, and was rubbing away vigorously when the reporter said: "You've got a big job before yon?" . "Yes, sab," said the ebony porter aa he showed his white teeth; "but dat ain't all de shoes in dis hyar kyar; dere is free pair of shoes a missin', but I leckons I knows whar dey is," and the frowns oveT the porter's nose grew deeper, and he frowned a knowing frown. "In de fust place de owners .of de missin' shoes am Yanks, and dey hid dere shoes so dat de porter couldn't blacken 'em, and den dey wouldn't hab to pav noffin in de mornin'.* "Why do you say the owners are Yankees?" asked the reporter. "Bekase, sah, no Soth'n gemmen wud hide his shoes. Dey ain't so mean, but de people what belongs to Yankee land dey does hit right 'long. Ebery trip de same fing happens; sometimes dey wrap dere shoes up in dere panta­ loons--and shove dem under der pillar, and sometimes dey jest draps dem into dere valise. Anything to hide dem from de porter and sabe a few pennies." All this the porter said in a low tone while he shined his shoes as the train was Battling o\er the road. "I's been on a St. Louis run; and I's been on a Boston run, and I's been hyar and right hyar's de best ebery time. De trable to de Souf am fust class. De Soth'n gemmen always am liberal wid dere cash,, and whar a man from de Norf gibs de porter ten cents de Soth'n gemmen gibs him a dollar, and doan make haf de fus ober hit." "But don't you pake out pretty well here?" asked the reporter. "Sakes alive, yes, sah," answered the porter, quickly, with a grin; "I does in fack. You see, de Pullman Company pay me $30 a month, an' it's a wery dull time when I can't scrape together $75 a month. Sometimes I beats dat; I's made as high as $100 in a month. Most ob de gemmen what calls der selbs commercial trabelers is good pay. and dey am good for half a dollar, but the actors and actresses beats dem, and de people what's a trabblin' roun' sight- seein' takes de cake. A man an' his wife trabblin' from New York to New Orleans am wuf 'bout $2 or $3. and a man by hisself am wuf 'bout $1, but de man what's just bin married," said the porter, with another chuckle, "he am de boss, 'kase he don't know de ropes, and when a man jest gets married he's kind ob reckless 'bout his trabblin' ex­ penses. " "People when dey am trabblin'," con­ tinued the porter, "doesn't go to bed early as when dey am to home, but de minnit one man tells me to make up his bed, den de whole kyar fall wants dem beds shuk up at de same time, and den hits porter here and hits porter there till the whole of de beds am made; but you kin always count on de newly mar­ ried couples goin' to bed last. Dey jest hang on till eberybody else am gone to bed and den dey go too. Sometimes I get hold ob some werry troublesome trabblsr, wimen, of course. 'Dey wants de kyar warmer, or dey wants de kyar colder, or dey wants a drink ob water, or suthin' just foah de sake ob showin' off I s'pose. "Does I ebber hear pussons talkin' in dere sleep? "Mighty souls, yes, sah! I hears werry many quare tings. Some gem- mens eats a great mess ob stuff jest be- foah dey gets on dis kyar, you know, an' den dey goes to bed with dere stom- ick chock full, and gits de nightmare. I hears and sees a heap of quare tings, but I doesn't tell all I knows--not dis chile, har ha." The Kerthern Boundary. The whole of this boundary, from Kichigan to Alaska, has been distinctly marked by the British and American Commissioners, and some interesting details have been published of the way in which this difficult task was accom­ plished. The boundary is marked by stone cairns-, iron pillars, wood pillars, earth mounds and timber posts. These structures vary from five feet in height to fifteen feet, and there are 385 of them between the Lake of the Woods and the base of the Rocky mountains. That portion of the boundary which lies east and west of the Red River valley is marked by cast-iron pillars at even- mile intervals. The British place one every two miles, and the United States one between each British post. The pillars are hollow-iron castings, and upon the opposite faces are cast, in letters two inches high, the inscrip­ tion, "Convention of London" and "October 20v 1818." The average weight of each pillar when completed is eighty-five pounds. With regard to the wooden posts, the Indians frequently cut them down lor fuel, and nothing but iron will last very long. Where the line crosses lakes, mountains of stone have been built, the bases being in some places eighteen feet under water, and the tops project­ ing some eight feet above ttie surface of the lake at high-water mark. In forests, the line is marked by felling the timber a rod wide and clearing/ away the underbrush. As might well be imagined, the work of cutting through the timbered swamps was very great, but it has all been carefully and thoroughly done. The pillars are all set four feet in the ground in ordinary case?, with their inscription faces to the north and south, and the earth is well settled and stamped about them. The iron posts afford little temptation for dislodgment 'and conveying away by the Indians. The New York Woman of Fashioa* "To succeed" is an American gospel. It would have been impossible, un­ grateful, unfilial for girls reared in such an atmosphere as this of commercial New York to be otherwise than worldly, devoted to dress and amusement. That they have sometimes gone too far is not half so much EG IJ-S wondered at as that they have stopped at all, considering their environment. And yet at this moment, when from press and pulpit resounds the denunciation of the New York woman of fashion, I beg to speak an humble word in her praise. I know not what angel has guarded her, but she is, I think, one of the best creatures in the world. She is pure, good, loving, an excel l0^it wife and mother, and the most devoted to good works of angr woman in the world. Such is my sin­ cere conviction. The New York fash­ ionable woman has energy, industry and no end" of If by your tiic*h," look at her . totf 'dk There was never in any town asst of more pure, beautif ~ than at present inbabit Mew Afra. M. E. W. Sherwood. The Kidney Horror." ? • To fKo nrMttino^ OTO it A ^ # ' discernible as the marks of small-pox. When you see a man whpse ears and the sides of his face next to the hair are unnaturally pale, with pale lines about the nose, that man is well advanced with Bright's disease, a disease that has become a terrible scourge. It is a new disease, so far as we know. Richard Bright, an English physician, discov­ ered this disease, and it bears his name. Hediscovered that the dropsical effusions and other symptoms, present in the dis­ ease, were dependent upon a peculiar degeneration of the substance of the kianey. The discovery, I believe, was made in 1858, but it is only within the last five or ten years that the disease began to attract general attention. It has become now such a dreaded horror that it is worthy of the closest attention. It seems strange that such an import­ ant function of the body as the kidneys should have been so long neglected by the medical men. The question is, What have the doctors 'been doing? They know all about the heart, the stomach, the lungs, the throat and all the other organs except the kidneys-- the most important of them all. Dis­ ease in these organs is killing thousands of people every year in our land, And the doctors are powerless. Ought they not to be stirred up a little?- Nobody appears to know what pro­ duces the fatal Bright's disease. We know it is more prevalent in this coun­ try than any other. An Englishman will tell you that it comes from drink­ ing iced water in great quantities. A Frenchman will tell you it comes from strong drink. I am sure I cannot give the cause, but it seems to me that, if it comes from strong drink, the disease would have been discovered a great many years ago, when there was more whisky drunk in proportion to the peo­ ple than there is now. Another point is that every one of us knows persons 70 and 80 years of age who have drunk steadily and heavily for forty, fifty or sixty years. Where is the kidney in them ? I have known men die of kid­ ney disease who, have never tasted a drop of liquor. But the fact must be admitted by all, that more than 80 per c£ht. of those within our knowledge who have died from Bright's disease were heavy drinking men. Therefore it behooves us to reverse our engines and slow down.--H. J. Bamsdell, in Philadelphia Press. On the Color of Water* f̂ewe-1 in relatively shallow isaties, clear water appearsr wholly colorless. In our daily dealings with the liquid we seldom have occasion to observe it in great depths; hen'ce it has been gen­ erally believec^that water is quite des­ titute of color. The ancients were ac­ customed to. explain the transparency of some bodies by assuming that they partook of the nature of water; and we now speak of a diamond as of the first water, to emphasize iti perfect transparency and colorlessness. If, however, we regard the larger masses of water in nature--the seas, lakes and rivers--we shall receive a different im­ pression. In these, the water not only appears colored, but of various colors, and of a rich diversity of shade*. The Mediterranean is of a beautiful indigo, the ocean is sky-blue, the Lake of Geneva is celebrated for its lovely and transparent azure waters; the Lake of Constance and the Rhine, the Lake of Zurich and the Lake cf Lucerne have waters quite as transparent, but rather green than blue; and the green waters of the little Lake of Kloenthal, near Glaris, can hardly be distinguished from the surrounding meadows. Other wa­ ters are of a darker color, like these of the Lake of Staffel, at the foot of the Bavarian Alps, which was quite black the day I saw it, though clear in shal­ low places. These facts start the ques­ tions whether water, after all, has not a color; if. it has, what the color is, and what causes the varied tints under which it is seen. The solution of these questions has long occupied the minds of scientific inquirers, and it cannot yet be said that they have been answered. Disagreement still prevails respecting them. Cousin Julia in Opera. My cousin Jul'* is learning to sing hi Opera. Everything is oa the hi now; hi--opera, hi--heels or hi--pocrisy. When Eugene Augustus asked lier to sing last night she flirted up her long train, coqutttishly wiggle-waggled to the piano, and sang: When ther moon-hoon is mlhlld-ly be-heamlng O'er the ca-halm and'alhilent tfe-e-e-e-a;. ItK ra-dyunce Ho-hoftly ntr-heaming. Oh! ther-hen, oh tlier-hen I then-hink Hot thee-hee. I thee-kink, * i u . . I tliee-hink, I thee-hink, ' * * I thee-he-heheheee-hink hof thoo-o-o^ft , .> "Beautiful, Miss Julia, beautiful!" and we all clapped our hands. "Do please sing another verse--it's perfect­ ly divine, Misa Julia," said Eugene Au­ gustus. Then Julia raised her golden (dyed) head, touched the white ivory with her jeweled fingers, and warbled: When the sur-hun Is bri-klght-ly glo-ho-ing O'er the se-hene- so de-hear to me-e-e. And awee-heet the wee-liind is bto-ho-tag, Oh! ther-hen, oh ther-hen " I thee-hink :s Hof thee-hee. / I thee-hink, V ' I thee-tonk. I thee-he-hc-hohehe-thiiik„ jlohohohobohohoho- ohoh of the-eeeeeeeeeeaaelttn --JEM Perkins' Book. The Wealth of Nations. The true basis of national wealth is not gold, but wood. Forest destruction is the ain that has cost us our earthly paradise. War, pestilence, storms, fanaticism and intemperance, together with all other mistakes and misfortunes, have not caused half as much per­ manent damage as that fatal crime against the fertility of our mother earth. --Felix L. Oswald. A NEW BEDFORD father told his little boy to speak more gently to his sister, for if he did not she would be cross when she grew older. "Then there will be three of us," he replied. "Yon and me and Alice."--Boston Globe. . "I HfcAR," said somebody to Jeykll "that our friend Smith, the attorney, is dead, and leaves very few effects." "It could scarcely be otherwise," returned Jeykll, "he had so very few causes." THE waj to avoid the imputation of impudence is, not to be ashamed of wh¥. we do, but neves, to do what j>;e ' jy«D0n Truth tells of a sculptor wife was very Jealous. v. A DEBARAA -society w|U; taokle the Question: "Which is the most fun to see a man try to thread a needle or a woman try io drive a nail?" - .« Miss BEOWK married Mr. jSorro^ It is supposed that their children will be all twins, for you know that sorrova never come singly.--Grit. ACCORDING to botany--or perhaps ifs natural history--there is such a bird aa the horned lark. How many horn? does it take to make a lark ?--Cheek. "YBS," said Brown, "Stalker is great actor. He is possessed of real talent. "And he hides it so perfectly I* added Fogg, in sympathetic admiration. JANE, light the gas." "Please, sir, the gas is lit." "Oh, so it is. Well, bring in a candle; my gas bill has just come in and I want to look at it.PhU> adelphia News. THE girls have taken to making pattili* work quilts. Now it is to be hoped that the piano will be shut, and that we will have peace, as well as pieces, in the house. "I LIKE your new hat very much," he said. "It's chic; there's a sort of aban­ don--" *There isn't any sort of ift band on it," she said, pouting. "It's.* real ostrich feather." "No," said a New York belle, who had just returned from a tour of Europe and Egypt. "No, I didn't go to the Red sea. Red, you know, doesn't agree with my complexion." • "YES," said the mother of a daugh­ ter, "I shall stop Mr. Tommy's calling without any trouble or unpleasantness. I shall merely ask him to stop to ditt* ; ner and then invite him to carve," 4s ; > A SNOW-WHITE hen in Arkansas hatched out five black chickens and killed every one of them as they left the shell. She didn't want the ot ier hens to eye her suspiciously and tnlfr about her.--Duluth Tribune. "HAVEN'T you got another house yOti can rent me V" asked a Little Rock of a real-estate man. "What's the matter with the one you are in?" "Nothing, only I am behind with the rent, and I thought that by moving into another one of your houses you would forget the old debt while trying to col­ lect the new." . IT is said that in Spain butter is pot up in an ulster the same as sausage is in this country, and sold by the yard. That may be all right in Spain, but here in this country some of the butter would be found so strong that it would have to be drilled and blasted with 4yv namite to blow off a yard when ordered, --Peck's Sun. " ^ AN image of the human head has been found one hundred and five feet below the surface in an Iowa town. It is regarded by some as the work of pre­ historic man, and by many as the pet­ rified head of some man who must have been blown so high by an Iowa cyclone, that when he struck he went under the surface that distance.--Peck's Sun. EXTRACT from a modern novel: "She had thrown her heart at his feet only to be rejected. What greater punishment can any woman have to bear?" Well, he might have picked up her heart, car­ ried it home and given it to his dog, or he might have put bis foot upon it and gr-r-r-ound it into dust. Or, worse still, he might have lifted it up tenderly, Elaced it in his coat-tail pocket, married er next day, and made her work in a ' shirt factory, while he fooled away hia time and money in a pool-room. That would be something like punishment. THE proprietor of a menagerie issued a placard offering 100 thalers to any one who would enter the cage of the lion. Toward the end of the perform­ ance a peasant walked up to the lion- tamer and said: "Sir, I have come to earn the 100 thalers." General horror. .The lion-tamer replied, with a derisive sneer: "So you want to go into the lion's cage?" "Aye, sure," said the peasant. "Come on, then! There, I will open the trap-door for you and you can step in." "Well, yes," answered the honest countryman, turning to the audience with a broad grin on his face, "I am going in, but the beast will have to come out first. You know, the pa­ per only says: ' Any one going into the cage shall have 100 thalers."' Roars of laughter and deafening applause.-- Mtrasburger Hinkenae Bote. Chinese Labor in Less Demand. Chinese labor is becoming something of a drug in the market. The passage of the Immigration act did not have the anticipated effect of giving all the Chi­ nese on American soil steady work and high wages. Since the check imposed on the supply of Chinese labor, it has not become scarce or valuable in the market, but,owing to a number of causes that were hardly expected, there seems to be less demand for it than ever be­ fore. Chinese are being discharged from the mines, and they fail to find em­ ployment when they flock to the city. It is said that there are now more of them walking about unemployed in San Francisco than ever before.--San Francisco Alia. •Si •Mm The First Elephant in America. A correspondent of the Boston Jotif- nal writes: "The first elepliant on ex­ hibition in New England, and said to * fiave been the first in the United States, Was killed at Alfred, Maine, in the year 1817, about one mile west from the Village, in a. piece of woods near the Round pond, so called, on the old post road leading to Dover, N. H. A man by the name of Davis had an alterca­ tion with the man*iger, the day previ­ ous, while on exhibition at Alfred, and sought revenge by shooting the eler phant. The affair caused a great sen­ sation at the time throughout New En­ gland. The facility is known and pointed out to this day as the where the elephant was killed*?? . A Doctor's Powders. : \ A physician of Fall River was called to prescribe for & young miss of 7 sum­ mers, who was suffering from a severe cold. Some nice powders were pre­ scribed, but the little girl deolined to even taste one of them. The doetor said, in a coaxing tone, "Why won't you take one?" "Because," came the re­ ply, "you gave grandma some powdery once, and she went away and never catj|Q; back; and I dont want to go away. Boston Commonwealth. ACCORDING to an English M. P., the most terrible looking crowd in the world is a Glasgow mob. He says; "A Glasgow mob is the very worst mob .in the world. Swearing in England ia. oug&t to be ashamed of.--TtdleV- bai, bxit in Scotland it is awfuUfc ; . ^ - \ ' t < ' * ' " 1» ^ *7- ; , ,<• • •*'- '-*•' * * t... ...j f •. v ..!L .JFC' 1 . .J