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. V B • 1 MAW AMO anc. «OM)V 1*9 *afc&d-- vrappod np m httil ithnewM I Jim he *M msr-r* •<* throe moutl I* ikimb Mr to start away-- • at'yormmtl* * . towaa more aattafliift tteUa' mt Jim • "* <•- ' htm all to hiaaaY-Mka, IM? html' i M tba depot a-he«rin' him sajste , food-by, Jim; Take keer of yourse'f l",. , i nothin' about tbo Dtartlag'labad Jim-- Katqlabora mi oat to wondar whyl"*4 Xseotdman 'pttred wrapped up in hi01; Batirhn Cap Higgler, he writ back 'At Jim wma UM bravaat boy we had XB tha WtMrte dern regiment, white er black, AM Ul fiohtln' good aa hia farmtn' bad-- jfctki had led, with a ballet clean Boced through hia thigh, aad carried the flag rawwh the tloodjoat battle yon ever *ean-- IMU man wound up a letter to him 'AtCagroad to ns, 'at aaid, "Tell Jim SV;'.V* i-by; And take kaer of hlseel't" Jim come back j«a" long enough * To take the wliim * ' 'At he'd like to go back in calverjite,̂ .. And the old man jea' wrapped up in nira-- Am lowed 'at he'd had skth look afore. Ottaaaed he'd tackle her three years mora. And the (rid man give him a oolt he'd raided And followed him over to Camp Ban Wadlk And laid around fer a week er so, Watchin) Jim ondre«*p»rade-- " -- Tel final IT he rid away. Awllaat he heard the old man Bay •Wall, good-by, Jim; Xakckeerof yourae'f t" , Tttktbe paper*, the old man did, " ^ A-wateoin' fer Jim-- Volljr believing he'd make his mailt ' v Boue way--jea' wrapped up in html 3 And many a lime the warJ'u'd come 'At atirred him tip like the tap of a drum-- • ; At Peteraburg, fer instance, where 1 Jim rid right into their cauona there, j And tuk 'em. and p'inted 'em t' other way And socked it home to the boys in gray. And they akooted fer timber, and on and OB-- Jim a lieutenant and one arm gone, And the old man's worda in hia mind aH day-- "Wall; good-bye, Jim; ' • * Take keer of yourae'f 1" Think of a private now, perhaps. Well say like Jim, 'At elnmb clean up to the shoulder-atrapa-- And the old man Jea' wsapped up in um t Think of him--with tbe war plum' throng ̂ And the glorious old Ked-White-and-Blae A-laughin' the news down over Jim And the old man. bendin' over lurn-- The anrgeon tnrnin' away with to an > 'At hadn't leaked fer yeara and yean-- Aa the hand of the dyin' boy clung to Hia father's, the old voice in bia earn-- "Well; jjood-bye. Jim: ~t%* Ctntury. keer of youraefl. jfec HER LOVER'S SECRET. SS KANDtA I~ CROCKER. SpK- m •-•'-^aaid "good nifcht," as usual/and left Uncle Sidney Stone in the library. Hie hall lamp had been turned down, end was burning dimly as I shut the door bo hind me and started upstairs. Somehow the heavy shadows on the staircase made me feel "creepy," as uncle would have said, and a strange ieeling, as if I were not alone, came ever me. The impression grew more distinct, •ad I hurried up the steps, seized with • terror altogether new to me, and one which prompted me to make each step rcker than the one preceding. I not stop to as6ertain the cause, or to question the influence impelling me in this novel fit of cowardice, but flew across the corridor to my. rooms as if a gaunt specter was in full pursuit, in­ stead of the quietness of Piedmont gathering about me. Opening my door I rushed into the light and warmth of my apartments, with such a relief com­ ing over me that I sank into the near­ est seat laughing hysterically. What ailed me, I had no idea; I had been my ancle's housekeeper for four years, and never had such an experience before. Uncle Sidney was a bachelor, aad taking a fancy to me he had in­ stalled me general manager at Pied­ mont House, with the promise that at his death I should be his sole heir. When he had first proposed this to me Iheaitated, but the prospect of some time becoming mistress of this lovely home inmy own right, was a thing not to be lightly considered by a poor achool-ma'am, so I consented. Well. we had gotten along finely-- Uncle Sidney and I--and I had yet to repent being set down at Piedmont gates four years previous to my story. On the evening in question, we had been reading together in the library, as was our custom during the long winter evenings, and I had left hiin deeply en­ grossed in a new work on spiritualism, which thing happened to be uncle's particular hobby.* "To be of any importance in this world," uncle said, "one must have a hobby," and to reach that much-de­ sired altitude he had embraced spir­ itualism. I never could bring myself to believe in it, and hence, according to the law of antagonism, I was fast becoming a very hardened disbeliever in uncle's j>et theories. We had often, as a matter of conse­ quence, argued the matter pro and con, and had been indulging in our favorite pastime at some length on this particu­ lar evening; so when I had gained my usual quietness of nerve equilibrium I said to myself: "Pshaw! it was all that horrid spiritualism." Then I resolved to never argue again on the subject, if it served me like that; making me a desperate coward. But that harangue delivered to my reflection in the mirror, whilo I braided my hair for the night, was all surface work, I felt inwardly that something was wrong in the ball, in epite of lip protest Should I go down and see? I could make a pretext of getting my book of drawings which I left in the library; 1 could go to the kitchen for a glass of Water, and no one would have a suspi­ cion of my presentiment, or whatever ? *rM" * 110 idea what sort of an influence had come over me; I only felt, in ^ a shuddering, dazed way, that something was terribly wrong in Pied­ mont House, or--shortly would be. 1 stood irresolute; should I go? Yes; Uncle Sidney would protect me . from--well, front whatever was there. I put my trembling fingers on the door­ handle and hesitated. "Fudge!" I •aid, "this is sheer foolishness. Then 1 heard uncle leaving the library, and I gave up going down stairs to be laughed at thereafter, I thought I had just come to this conclusion when I heard a struggling below which froze my blood in my veins with terror- then a smothered curse, a groan of in­ tense agony, followed by a fall, came to my ears through the door ajar, and •one one shut the outer door. For a moment I stood trying to ttream, but I could only whisper; then • new horror seized me, and I rushed "(PSa the steps to find dear Uncle Sid- pfprone on the matting, Btabbed to li heart with a gleaming poniard, •e polished hilt shone in the feeble t of the hall lamp. lahrieked for help and knelt beside ' dying relative. At the^sound of my he opened his eyes and moved his lips. I put my ear down to catoh his whispered words. "Burglars,* he said; "save yourself, Ella Good-bye I I am yoing." As my unearthly shriek rang out through the silent house, the servants were on their feet and rushing into the halL "Murdered!" I moaned, and fell senseless across the body of my dead uncle. When I became conscious again the sound of strange feet echoed through the house, and all was excitement and confusion. Old Martha, the cook, was bendiug over me with white faoe, ap­ plying restoratives, and the family phy­ sician stood near. Murdered!" I tried to shriek, at the same time attempting to rise, but oonld do neither. They forced some medioine through my lips, and I drifted off into the unknown; I had taken an opiate. It was weeks before I could be about the house, and of course my uncle had, been long buried. On the night of the murder they had found a crimson silk handkerchief dashed with blood, at the street en­ trance, which doubtless the assassin had dropped. This, together with the piti­ less blade drawn from Uncle Sidney's dead body, they gave me, after they had been hawked about from one point to another in vain attempt at finding a clue to the murderer. ' . I took them; and holding them in my left hand, I raised my right to Heaven with the solemn vow to unearth the mystery surrounding the ter­ rible death of my uncle. "All my life," I said, "should be de­ voted to this one end until I should succeed." If we but know, sometimes, when we register such vowa before high Heaven, how short the mortal arm, we would hesitate. But I felt that I should keep this oath of duty; yet, had I known how it should be fulfilled, I think I should rather have plunged the blade into my own heart, had it not been for vengeance. Vengeance! that word saved me. For three weary, desolate years I searched, not openly, but covertly, and traveled some, of course, in conse­ quence. In all that time, not a single suspicious clue had I been ablo to come ;at. But things may happen in a day which may not happen in a century, and so I found it It was the "seaside season" at N -, and I was there; not on my hunt ex­ actly, this time had I gone. My health was fast giving way under the tense strain of my days of watching and nightB of sleepless calculating; so I had been ordered there "for rest" As if I could rest while the murderer remained unhung! But I went to N , never­ theless, at the solicitations of friends, and it is the regret of my life that I ever saw the gay watering-place. Among the many I met there that season was a very handsome young gentleman of wealth and decidedly fine culture. In a few days we be­ came friends; something of' subtle power drew my very soul to him. Was it any wonder, then, that in even our short stay at N he had completely won my heart and had my promise to become his wife the following Christ­ mas? No, it was not strange, neither was it singular that he loved me desper­ ately--almost to madness. I know peo­ ple laughed and remarked that an old maid's infatuation had captured the handsome Lee Barton; but he did not care for my twenty and eight years, for he always reminded me that he "was just five years my senior for all that, and always should be." He said, too, that "people laughed because they were envious of our happiness." Be that as it may have been, our blissful dream was cut off suddenly by an awful awakening. The terror of that doomful night left my hair white as the driven snow. I can only look back now and thank God that I was not crazed hopelessly; and, too, that I was snatched by circumstances from an awful fata The season was about over, and we were walking on the sands --Lee and I --by moonlight We were having "a little good-bye visit," he said, before we separated to meet at the merry Christmas time for our bridal. On that particular night I became very communicative, and before I knew it I had given the full particulars of my uncle's untimely death, and also described the handkerchief and sil- ver-hilted dagger, which I said I still retained in hope I should one day hunt down the murderer, with their mute helpb. "It is very likely you will," he said, in a strange, far-away voice, which I attributed at the time to intense sym­ pathy. After he returned to the hotel he expressed a desire to see the pon­ iard, at the same time telling me if I would intrust it to his care awhile he thought he might be able to identify the owner. I gave him tlie dagger without think­ ing much about it, only that he would be able to help me. How well I remember his last words as he left me in the hall that night; they were the last words he ever ad­ dressed to mortal ears as well. Drawing me close to his loving heart he kissed me once, twice, thrice, and held me some moments in silence. What his thoughts were in those, to me, sweet, happy seconds, remains a secret ; but I can guess all too surely now since it is all over. _ After some minutes had elapsed, he sighed deeply, painfully, and, looking down into my upturned face, he said: "To be separated from you, my darling, means death!" "But we shall not be separated only until Christmas," I made haste to re­ ply, for the sound of his sweet voice sent a keen sense of sorrow to my heart He did not answer my half interrog­ ative, but said instead: "There are things more to be dreaded than death; beside which death is kind, little love, very kind." Then he kissed me passionately for the last time, and I went to my room. I was conscious of his watching me all the way upstairs. As I reached the upper landing, I turned and looked down. Lee was standing just where I had left him, looking after me with such a hopeless, helpless yearning de­ picted on his handsome face that I was tempted to go back to him, but did not. I remember thinking at the time what a true, tender soul he possessed to be so moved at the recital of my Borrows, and was sorry that I had troubled him with them. I kissed my hand to him with a bright smile, mean­ ing to cheer him; why shouldn't I? He was all I had, dear, devoted Lee! The next morning they found him on the floor of his room with the dagger- cruel, murderous blade--driven to the hilt in his heart. He left a letter on his dressing-table addressed to me in which he stated that I had captured the murderer and he had killed him "I didn't mean to murderyour uncle, my darling," he wrote, "t had been *' * P r * j ' V „ for that of a Hi miatedk me for a burglar and dutofcad we; I, in my excitement, stabbed hia. Seeing what I had done, I fled---fled the city--knowing that I had kilted him. The dagger was one I came across in a pawn shop and bought, intending to carry it to my uncle, who is a collector of relics. "My heart is broken; and its blood may as well flow in farther expiation of my crime. Although it is death to be separated from you, little love, you are the gainer, for you have escaped ,beiag the wife of an intemperate man and a--murderer! I believe that God has forgiven me, darling; good-bye." When they told me he was dead I started toward them with a wail burst­ ing from my bloodless lips; "1 am dy­ ing, too!" I moaned, but J was not; and they said, "See! her hair is turn­ ing white." After he was prepared for burial, I went to him, my handsome Lee! All night I sat beside his inanimate form, stunned, dumb with the agony of a sorrow too deep for tears. In the morning they took him away; I went back to my room and beheld my haggard face in the mirror. They were right, my raven tresses he had praised were white! "Alas!" I said in hollow tones, "this is not I!" But it was, and I have lived ten long, desolate years rfince I hunted my uncle's murderer to 'the death.-- Yankee Blade. , , Suurenire in Watch-Caseik In four out of every five watches brought us to be regulated, repaired, oi cleaned we find some token. Some­ times-it is a bit of ribbon or a lock of hair or a rose petal. But oftener it's a four-leafed olover. The four-leaf clover is a love token always. It is by the maiden fair given to her lover, who tenderly stores it away in the back of his watch-case and forgets all about it. When his watch goes wrong he takes it to a jeweler and doesn't think of the relic it contains. It is difficult a? ways to keep these things straight, and once in awhile we mix them up. One fellow came in a short time ago and registered a kick. He took out of his watch a tiny bit of blonde hair, tied with a piece of pink ribbon, and told me in good round terms that it had got him into trouble. "I brought my watch here a couple of weeks ago to be regu­ lated, and forgot to take out a four- leafed clover I had in the back of it I didn't think any more about it until last night, when my girl looked in the baok case to see if the clover was still there. When she found this lock of blonde hair she fixed me with a cold, glittering glance and offered me back my ring. I put in the next hour trying to explain that I didn't know anything about the infernal blonde hair, and I didn't meet with flattering success. Now, if you don't hunt up that clover I'll make more trouble in your old store than a deputy sheriff. And you've got to give me a written statement that you put thin blonde hair in my watch, or I'll prose­ cute you for malicious mischief. You hear me?" Well, I forsaw trouble in the air, but took the vellow hair and pink ribbon and laid it away, and in a day or two a middle-aged man came in with wrath all over his face. "What in thunder do you mean by disrupting a man's family peace?" he-began, as he pulled out his watch and took a four-leaf clever out of the back case. "Do you want to break up a loving household and get me into the divorce court ? I left my watch here with a lock of my wife's hair in it, and last night she found this measly four-leef clover id place of it. I've car­ ried that bit of hair ever since we were engaged, and if I don't get it back you had better move to some other town. What d'ye mean, anyway? I never picked a four-leaf clover in my life, nor did my wife, either. 1 wouldn't go through the row I had last night again for your whole store. Now, you hustle and get me back my own keep-sake." I produced it and explained how it occurred, and his brow cleared. "Now I think of it," he said, as he started to go, "just you write me a letter and tell how this happened, and sign it and seal it for all you're worth. Women never believe a man unless he lies to'em, and I want something to save me further trouble." I did so, and he de­ parted with his mind at rest The other young man came in in a day or two and f-aid he desired to make his regular Thursday evening call, and Wanted his four-leaf clover and the ac­ companying affidavit He got them both.--Jewelers' Weekly. Corn-Cub Pipeti ftere is a fashion in pipes as well as in bonnets. There are men who take un­ alloyed pleasure in a corn-cob bowl with an Indian-reed or bamboo stem who would feel a sense of moral degra­ dation in smoking the ordinary German china bowl and a sense of foppery in the meercliaum. There is no arguing about such matters. It belongs to a certain subtle line of thought and con­ duct which fairly marks one's indi­ viduality, and yon might as well try and make the corn-cob smoker wear a conspicuous diamond breastpin as alter his foibles in the affair of a pipe. The simplicity, purity, and wholesomeness of his smoking arrangements are very apt to be the precise qualities which he prizes in other concerns, and it will not uncommonly be found that his taste is sober in departments where taste is involved and that in matters of business fidelity he is apt to fulfill his engagements without ostentation and without default Such a man could not be hired to smoke a huge cigar, deeming it absolutely vulgar, and his entertainments, if he is a family man, will be charaterized by old-fashioned candor and hospitality. That corn-cob pipe means more than appears on the surface. It is one of the things which do not all end in smoke. Finding Tottr Way In the Wo«h, A. J. Darling says in the Industrial Journal that the man who can find his way in the woods without map or com­ pass by simply noting on which side of tbe trees the moss grows on and how their tops incline can't do any such thing. He declares if that man will come into the Northern Maine wilder­ ness with him he will "lose him" RO that he can't tell where the North Star is, or buy him a new hat Mr. Darling has spent half of his long life in the woods, but has been lost many a time and floundered aimlessly till he found a hill or stream or lake from which to shape his course. The only way to be safe in a strange forest, he says, is to have a map and a compass witli you and obey their orders.--Lewiston Journal. GEORGE MM,ER died at Akron, O., aged BO. His coffin was made out of lumber from a cherry tree which he planted nearly sixty years ago, remark­ ing that he would grow lumber for his own coffin. / Hni It may be rwrtottoall* NottM* la tka *»*r- [St, Louts^dtatMhDamoerai J Alltba proeawes which go on in the hta|tl||r human body shows a ceftain rhythm or perodwrity. Consequently it is not vafy remarkable that in mcet dis- eases t$ie safcie kind of alternate wax­ ing and waning ia to be observed. As in health the bodily temperature is lowest in the morning, and highest about 6 o'clock in the evening, so in most fevers, in all the so-called con­ tinued fevers, the same rule prevails. Even In Consumption of the lungs and in some other long continued affections characterised by more or less fever, the same phenomena are observable. In the malaria fever, however, a new rule comea to the tore. Instead of the fever being highest every evening at 6 o'clock or thereabouts, it may not ap­ pear at all on certain days, and when it doesoome it is at its highest somewhere between 9 a. m. and 4 p. m. This is the rule unless the disease has been modified $ty some sort of treatment The remarkable fact that the paroxysms come on daily every alternate day, or the third, fourth, fifth sixth, or seventh day, is sufficient lipon which to base a classification. .Hence these fevers are termed "periodical" and, together with certain characteristic affections of the nervous system, are found to be the best treated by the employment of a well defined class of remedies--the antiperiodics. Much ingenious speculation has been wasted on an endeavor to account for this matter of periodicity. The best, or, rather, the most plausible theory, is based upon the observation that the microscopic growth that ia now sup­ posed to be the active agent in these affections, is found in enormous num­ bers in the blood of malarial cases dur­ ing the'height of the fever, while they are very few in number during the in­ termission--that is the time between fevers, when the patient feels compar­ atively well, is free from fever at all events. It has been surmised that when a vast number of spores or germs of this micro-organism are developed -- "hatched," so to speak--in the blood together, they produce a sort of fer­ mentation, or extraordinary setting free of heat, by the event of their growth, or by their active movements, or the waste products of their breaking up the elements of the blood for their nutri­ tion. Then, when one crop dies off, perhaps they are killed by the high temperature they themselves have evolved, the fever subsides until the next lot of spores are capable of begin­ ning anew their pernicious activity. In China, a curious affection is fre­ quently met with in which myriads ot minute worms are found in the blood. These, the Filaricesanguinis hominis, disappear almost entirely during the day, but at 6 o'clock -in the evening they reappear in countless numbers--• as many as 100 being found in one drop of blood. What becomes of them in the daytime is unknown. In the same way the malaria organisms disappear during the "well period," or intermis­ sion, and whether they die and are cast out of the body, or are hidden in the liver, spleen, or other internal organs, is as yet an unsolved question. The chances are in favor of the former. In the condition known as blood poisoning (scepticsemia and pypemia), chills and fever alternate, but the peri­ odically is not so marked; in fact, the great irregularity of the fever marks the distinction of these affections from those of the malaria origin. In these it has been found that microbes of en­ tirely different form (from those of malaria) are at work, developing, mul­ tiplying, living, dying, and poisoning the blood and all the tissues with the products of life processes. Although pyaemia is an exceedingly grave, almost necessarily fatal disease, and septicae­ mia bad enough but not so grave, yet Some of the most reliable among the antiperiodics are the only medicines which seem to have any control over their progresa It would appear then that agents which are opposed to the growth of the microbean forms of life --the antiseptics or germicides--are the only antiperiodics. But it has been found that the most powerful of the antiseptics are not the most efficient antiperiodics. That is to say, the right germicide must be selected or the par­ ticular germ whose death is sought will not be injured. As the poison morphine has little or no effect upon the ruminat­ ing animals, so the most powerful anti­ septic or germ-killor known--corrosive sublimate has little if any effect upon the germs which produce* malaria affec­ tions--it is not an antiperiodic. At the same time quinine has a powerful ef­ fect upon those germs, .it shows very feeble powers wtien employed as a dressing for wounds, where the sublime has earned fair laurels. Headaches, neuralgias, indigestions, "low spirits," coughs, hiccoughs, and all sorts of nervous derangements are found to be, in a vast number of in­ stances, simply masked intermittent fevers. These are all best treated by the proper employment of antiperiodic remedies. known to The problem of this digtareaoe of idiosyncrasy, indeed, is - one eo inti­ mately bound up with all <*wr ideas of our Own origin ahd nature that it well deeerves a few minutes' consideration at the hands of the impartial psycho­ logical philosopher. It has for eaoh of us a personal interest and importance as well; for eaoh of ns wishes, naturally to know how and why he happened to come by his own charming and admir­ able character. Yet, nnhappily, while there is no subjeet on earth so inter­ esting as ourselves (the one theme on which "Ml men are fluent and none agreeable") there is none upon which the Views and opinions of other people appear to us all so lamentably shallow and lacking in insight. They talk about us, forsooth, exactly as if--well, exactly as if we were other people. They bluntly ignore those delicate and subtle distinctions of idiosyncrasy which raise each of us, viewed with his own intro­ spective eyeglass, into a class by him­ self, infinitely superior to the rest of creation.--Cornhill Magazine. Captnre of an "AngeL" ' If all impostors could be dea##flft as summarily us was a religious fanatic in the Pacific Islands, new and mush­ room faiths would meet speedily with the fate they deserve. This man, a native minister, had declared that he was the bearer of a message from Heaven, to the effect that the end of the world was at band. It was not long before he. had gathered a large circle of disciples, believing with all their hearts in the approaching catas­ trophe. Maafu, the Viceroy of the Windward Islands, had never interfered in the religious leanings of his people. Now, however, he was roused; a belief in the coming end of the world meant lack of interest in the planting of yams, the paying of taxes, and other tem­ poral concerns. Maafu set sail for the island which had embraced the new religion. On his arrival the head men of the village were summoned before him. They came crouching before their ruler, who sat on the deck of his battered yacht, placidly splicing a rope. "Fijians," said Maafu, "why do yon not pay your taxes?" The men replied that they had been told by an angel from Heaven that the end of the world was at hand, and that they therefore felt it advisible to spend their time and strength in prayer. "Fetch this angel," commanded Maafu. He was brought on board, and with him a woman carrying a baby. The fanatic stood before Maafu, who quietly went on splicing his rope. "So you are the man who tells these people to neglect their duties ?" "I am an angel sent to warn them." "An angell Ah! Who is thirt woman?" „ v'My wife. She is an angel, too. " ' "Ah! and is that child yours?" "Yes." "You are an langel, and you have a wife and child?" "Yes." Maafu rose and eried, hi a voice which awed those about him: "O Fijians! how can this thing be when it is written 'In Heaven Jhere is neither marrying nor giving in mar­ riage?' Fools! overboard to your canoes! Pay your taxes and plant your yams, or it shall lie worse for you, men of Viti. And you, woman, fo ashore and take care of your baby, ou will not see your husband for seven years. Set sail!" So Maafu carried off the angel and kept him a prisoner for that length of time. The new religion died and tho people returned to their ordinary du­ ties of life.--Exchange. Human Character. taken for granted that almost everybody haa a character, be the same more or less good, bad, or indifferent, as the case may be. The exception, in fact, need only be made in favor of imbecile persons and idiots, who usually possess no character at all to speak of, or whose character is at least of a decidedly negative and unin­ teresting variety. Even those good people whom the uncompromising Scotch law describes with charming conciseness as "furious or famous" and delivers over to the cognizance of their "proximate agnate," must needs possess at least so much of character as is im­ plied in the mere fact of their furious- ness or their fatuity, as circumstances may determine. And, furthermore, roughly speaking, no two of these char­ acters are ever absolutely identical. The range of idiosyncrasy is practically infinite. Just as out of two eyes, one nose, a single mouth and a chin with the appendages thereof, hirsute or otherwise, the whole vast variety of human faces can be built up, with no two elactly alike; so, out of a few main mental traits variously com­ bined in diverse fashions the whole vast variety of human character can be mixed and compounded to an almost in­ finite extent To be sure, there are some large classes of mankind so utterly common-place and similar that from a casual acquaintance it is hard to dis­ tinguish the individuality of one of them from that of the other--just as there are large classes of typical faces, such as the Hodge, the 'Arry, the Jemimer Ann and the Mrs. Brown, which appear at first sight absolutely identical. But when you come to know tho Hodges, and the Arries personally you find that as one Hodge differs slightly from an­ other in countenance so do even they differ slightly from one another in traits of oharaoter and intellectual faculty. No two humap beings on this earth-- "JSiWrw, • '* \ v *>' J' ^f ' He Pined for Home. ' . He was sitting in front of a sod honee in Nebraska, near the Niobrara River, smoking a cob pipe, and occassionally pausing to whistle a few bars of Dixie, as he gazed lazily but admiringly at a semi-circle of dogB stretched on the ground around him. We drove up and inquired how far it was to Valentine. "Dunno, stranger," he replied. "Haven't you ever been there?" "Yes, I 'low I've been there." "How far do you think it is, then?* "It might be 'bout seven miles, and then she might be nearder ten--makes a heap o' difference what you do down where the road forks. Say, don't want to buy a good farm, I reckon?" "Don't believe I do." "JSo, I 'lowed not. Seems's if Ican't never sell out." "Where are you going when you sell out here ?" "Gen'lmen, I shall pull back to Miz- zoory." "Can't you raise good crops here?" "Can't raise nothing on this farm 'cept cuckle-burrs. That's what I call it, gen'lmen, Cuckle Burr Home! I've got 'nother farm out on fiat furder. " "That must be poorer soil than this." "Doggoned sight wuss. Can't raise nothin' but sand burrs there. I call it Sand Burr Place. Got one other farm down near the river." "That seems like a better location." "Oh, yes, some--you can raise tum­ ble weeds on that land--it's Tumble Weed Retreat; that's the name of it" "All for sale, are they ?" "Every one of 'em-buvers can take their choice between Tumble Weed Betreat, Sand Burr Place or Cuckle Burr Home--they've all got their good p'ints. Tumble Weed lietreat com­ mands a good view of the river, -and more muskeeters; Sand Burr Place is level an' nioe, but is exposed to the wind; Cuckle Burr Home is sheltered from the wind, and there's fourteen badger holes on the back forty, aBd a feller can take a dog and have piles o' sport with 'em. I'll take the Home for mine every time--I'in powerful on sport Goin'to shack along, air you? Well, if you see anybody that wants to buy some land of 'bout this d'scriptiin jes' send 'em out I'm gettin' mighty anxious to be moseyin' down round old Pike ag'in.'--Fred Carruth. Plantation Philosophy. Bof fear an' kin'ness is love. Kin'- ness is love fur udder folks; fear is love fur yerse'f. We kain't wholly 'spize de pusson whut likes de same things dat we does. We mout hate his ways, but we 'mires his jedgment Dar hab been aome mighty truthful men, but dar neber wuz er man dat would tell de 'zact truf ebout hisse'f. He is ap' ter try ter make yer think dat he is er little better ur er little wus den he is. Some folks has er better way o' showin' dat da 'presherates yer kin'ness den udders-does. De long-tail houn' ken 'pear ter be er heap gladder den de stump-tail dog, w'en de truf is dat he mout not be ha'f so glad. --Arkansaw Traveler. . WHEN the will ia ready the feet ace light mtfcwwi v»riouai - Milk ,-ak# tha one advantage of man vaty of th# «™.,, had mora speedily rafforinga The aeoased, with hands and fast seemed, was suspended, head downward, in a eage made of green bamboo. The cage was contrived to dowly revolve, the culprit befog expoeed to the fierce he t̂ of a charcoal lire, whieh was frequently replenished by the exeontionera. Oftentimes, happily for the wretched sufferer, the fumes of charcoal pro­ duced suffooation. Another fire tor­ ture was to compel the prisoner to stand upon a heated grating or grid, beneath which a fire was constantly kept burning. He was unable to leave the small enclosure, being quite sur- i rounded by a strong railing. Lighted ] charcoal placed in the interior of a metal funnel was another description' of fire torture. The tube containing j the lighted charcoal was securely bound ( in the grasp of the prisoner, and he was forced by the attendants to walk quickly about, exposing the broad end of the tube to the wind, thereby accel­ erating the heat and increasing his own sufferings. Another agonizing torture was produced by the application of boil-1 ing oil to the body of the victim, and it i was a torture applied in so many ways j that only sickening details of hellish devices to intensify human suffering could picture, if that were possible, its extent and variety. The stone torture was usually the first cruelty practiced upon a prisoner. He was forced to prostrate himself, faoe downward, upon the apexes of five trangular-shaped blocks of hard wood, the front of his legs being exposed to the sharp edges. While securely held in this position heavy stones wore placed on the victim's thighs, aiid others were slowly added--to increase the terrible weight--until he became unconscious or signified his intention to confess. ^ The box torture was a still more atro­ cious contrivance. Bound hand and foot, the culprit was forced into a strong box, about two feet square, having a covering made to fit the inside, and ca­ pable of being lowered or raised at will. Heavy weights were placed upon it, and as these were inoreased in number, de­ pressing the lid, the poor wretch within the box was slowly crushed to death. _ In using the water torture it was be­ lieved that the torment of thirst would induce a prisoner to confess his guilt After several days' subsistence on a salt diet, without rice and water, the ac­ cused was shut in a room where he could see and hear the dropping water on all sides, but out of his reach. The cravings and sufferings became foarful under the agony, often approaching the bounds of insanity. Deprivation of sleep was effected by placing the criminal upon a bed, or mat, over which a small stream of water was continually flowing. At­ tendants were in readiness, and at the slightest indication of slumber they would rouse their victim by ringing bells, beating drums, or the application of fire to his body. The treatment ren­ dered sleep impossible; the poor wretch's mind became disordered under the torture and oftentimes left him a raving maniac. The old style of trial in Japan in­ cluded only about four persons, the judge, the secretary, the torturer, and the accused. The latter was taken into the examination room securely bound, and was forced to kneel during the investigation of his case. If he persisted in remaining mute or ap­ peared to equivocate in his rpply to the questions addressed to him the "in­ vestigation whip" was used smartly-- an instrument capable of inflicting great punishment, made of three long stripes of bamboo cane. Should he continue stubborn a much heavier whip was applied, the torturer repeating the blows until the prisoner either yielded or fainted under the ter­ rible infliction. But no fatal injuries were permitted to be inflicted during these preliminary investigations, and a judge causing the application of tor­ ture to innocent persons, or to those of very advanced or tender yeara, or to pregnant females, was himself liable to severe punishment, Such were some of the inhuman methods of torturing prisoners in Japan, practiced, certainly, within a score of years--and less--and not a few of the death sentences described, excepting the most atrocious tortures, the pres­ ent writer has actually Witnessed. -- Manchester Courier. The "Antique." A lumberman writes as follows re­ ferring to the antique craze: "In the furniture trad a the manu­ facturers are making an onslaught on honest and respectable oak by base imitations. They have taken advantage of the 'antique' craze to imitate that style of finish in oafk. foisting on to a gullible public 'antique' elm and ash, and goodness knows what other woods, as antique oak. "When purchasers are looking through a furniture store they are shown 'antique' en suite and in single pieces. When they start in the polite salesman shows them the veritable oak in antique, but after he has got his customers intoxicated on 'antique' he drops the oak feature, and can then be­ guile his victims with anything that masquerades as 'antique,' "Black ash has witlfcn the past year cut a great figure in rue antique hum­ bug. Black ash until recently was a tabooed wood among furniture makers. It was almost unsaleable, as red oak once was.. But the manufacturers have discovered that black ash can be converted into the antique, and they are using it for all its worth. Now black ash is called for in large volume, and the putting in of black ash logs throughout Michigan has be­ come an industry of importance. Thus the whirligig of fashion brings around its revenges as well as that other whirl­ igig that is supposed to belong to time. The once despised black ash of the swamp margins can now look out from its antique mask and sardonically grin at tho dupes who pay big prices for a fraud and a pretense. "Really, it is about time that a little old-fashioned honesty was ejected into the minds of fnrniture . makers. It is all right to finish bircli as mahogany, elm as cherry, basswood or poplar as walnut, and black ash as oak; but it should be understood that these are only styles of finish, the real wood should be known and acknowledged by manufacturer and dealer. "It is just as reprehensible for a reputable furniture dealer to sell black ash furniture for.oak as it is for a gro­ cer to sell corn meal for ginger or to counterfeit anything else. 'Good, honest oak, cherry, walnut or mahog­ any should never be humiliated by having to stand aside for base imita­ tions. "--American Cabinet-Maker. FIVE thousand elephants a year go to make our. piano keys. * r-.v •- l • .- XHT a NUMHIS^IS f̂lka worift.--JPttolc. AN actor know* !* lines when they are oast in pfaissnt places.--JTeto Or- lean* Ftcajfune. IT la the dxygoods clerk who moat , V!„ frequently aalae under falsa oolors.-- ̂ New Haven Neios. GIAHTS are not particularly happy. An overgrown man haa agrewsome ̂ look. --New Orletmt Picayune. * , d*Jwen«»t»twe«» CUngoand ' C Utah is that Chicago doeant aimnmiT that ita bigamy is right --Judgi. THB manufacturers of soda-water ' | ' might form a pool by opening all ttair fountains at one*.--New Orleans Pica- ., ' yune. IT may seem paradoxical, bntamaa T*S mus t have some push t o Mm to pal l - r ' through life with more than ordinarv , success.--Detroit Free Press. THEBE were only two railway aoei- ̂ dents <« any oonsequence yesterday. 1 Death is apparently away somewhere ' ̂ , enjoying the holidays. -- Nebraska,; v < State Journal. u ^ ALDERMAN (to his guest after a good »~**& dinner)--'Elpy'shelf! Rocolleo' every "'Jp bo'le o' champagne we drink provi'sh ' * employment for the workin' classhesh! :t ,V- -- L o n d o n P u n c h . , T , i j y A TRAMP'S j£iilo8ophy--"When,a wo- „ C man m erely iauilikes a thing she throws ? - cold water on it When she hates it I f like pizen she throws hot water on it." --Burlington Free Press; ;4 f* "I GENERALLY pick my company." said Mrs. Yeast, haughtily. "Yes, lam - yi aware of it," replied Mrs. Crimsonbeak, * * 'V/ sarcastically; "but you wait until after , they have left your house then you < • 1,1 ? pick them to pieces." * • "X* TIMID young suitor who haa won con- * , * sent of papa--And now may I ask you, ! ^ sir, whether ah--whether your daugh- ' "•* & ter has any domestic accomplishments? .* Papa (sarcastically)--Yes, sir; ahe sometimes knits her brow?. ' "AH, sir," exclaimed a! Scotch elder, F in a tone of pathetic recollection, "our * late minister was the man! He was a Eowerful preacher; for i'the short time e delivered the word amang us, he knocked three pulpits to pieces, and dang the insides out o' five Bibles!" THE flexibility of the English lan­ guage is shown in the reply of an Irish­ man to a man who sought refuge in his shanty in a heavy shower, and finding it about as wet inside as out, said: "You have quite a pond on the floor." "Yis; shure we have a great lake in the roof." "WILLIE, who was fed by the ravens ?" "What is a raven ?" "Don't you know, and you an editor's son ? Why, a raven is a bird like a crow." "Then I guess it must have been dad." "Why?" "I . ̂ heard him say yesterday that * he had ' L been eating crow ever since the lection, v and he was sick of it" "DID you say that I never missed a drink, sir?" a man demanded of his neighbor in an angry and threatening manner. "I may have done so," was the reply. "But I never drink and you know it!" "Then you never miss it, do you?" That put the matter in a differ­ ent light and they took a smoke to­ gether.--Sifting s. MAN (to editor)--Why is your paper opposed to the American party? Ed­ itor--W'y, it would not do to advocate the principles of suoh an organization. "Why?" "Oh, well, in a reactionary way, my party would lose the foreign vote." "Yes, but, in catering too plainly to the foreign vote, might you not lose the native American vote?" "Native American vote! Why, my dear sir, we care nothing for such feeble support But tell me, is their a native American vote?"--Arkansaw Traveler. V'Jsf; i ' f ' X t H •V- "ava. V- f/ -.'i := Novel Uses for Gravestones. Nothing goes on in an uninterrupted career in this world, and even grave­ stones come now and then and to strange uses. In a village in Maine, for instance, a farmer, having waxed in fortune until he was able to replace the slate gravestones in his family burial lot by marble, was too thrifty to throw the old slabs away. He therefore util­ ized them as door stones, so that all visitors to the kitchen and the diafry trod upon inscriptions gradually fading away, which, with scriptural phrase and the cheerful overseeing of trian- gular-visaged cherubs, recorded the natnes, tbe virtues, and the untimely taking off of the forefathera of the thrifty farmer. In another Maine village is, or was, a boarding sohool for young ladies, in the kitchen Of which a large white mar­ ble slab, sacred to the memory of a worthy woman, whom it described as having died in the Lord, was used as a kneading board. Now and then a loaf of bread after it was moulded would rest for a moment or two on the deeply cut inscription, and the pupils averred --how truthfully the editor makes n? pretense of being able to determine-- that they had been able to decipher bits of the words printed on the bottom of the slices of bread. But perhaps the most remarkable fate for a tombstone was that which befell the moss-grown slab in an English churchyard. An American parvenu of the same family name as that of the man whose death the stone recorded purchased the stone of a dishonest aex- ton and brought it home with her. It is now set into the wall of her sumpt­ uously appointed New York library, besides a fictitious pedigree, which lies to all beholders by tracing the family of the present owner back to that of the man whose name is on the stone. Aa he has been dead 170 years he is prob­ ably beyond caring for such things, else Mrs. Parvenu might have good reason to expect a call from his ghost some night, come to reclaim his gratestonei --Boston Courier. ' . . . j . * " ' v 'W-. ' -1 • V • Smooth as Silk. "I should think," said Ethel, "it would feel so funny to have a mustache on your lip. Dosn't it tickle you all the time?" "No," said iEthelred, boldly, "it does not feel Btrange at alL See--" And just then the brooding owl that to the moon complained from yonder mantled tower was scared out of a year's hooting by a startling sound, like the final exhaust of a bath tub at midnight's silent hour, only louder and more abrupt "Oh!" said" Ethel, in a sweet little voice, and "Ah," aaid iEthelred, with the satisfied tone of a man who has just swallowed a large, wide, long, brand new oyster.--Bur- dette. - Oh, Wise Young Judge!, - - Little Mabel, 5 years old, is not scT young but that she has picked up some knowledge of the world. She said to her mother the other day, after a fit of deep musing: "Say, mamma, who was papa before he married us, anyway?" "Who was papa? Why, he was the same man that he is now. "Yes; but what was he to you? Was he just a man that you mashed?"-- Alton (UU Democrat. , mm ^ '•' f - m JK " I • ' Vfe'-- • , x i •m. - ir :£4ds<