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**?*•£> ^ •• rr: i ' •>•..(, •"•<'-• F t"lfflnyi PTf ' -^-^V < *%?; V,f P L # l | j D E A L E f t . -|§ MARROW VAtB. ** BOBKST o. : /«>• B e bighta. l tiM YotMlwM llpB O# the tinreplying <tead TbameanM no wow; but in the night of daatb Hope aae** ate*, and listening love can hear Thenutleof a^fug. niesa myUifi were bom of hopes, aim fean, na And smilea; and they wow touched and colored By an these i« c# jo/ aad grief between The roay town of pb-th sad death'« sad nlgM. They " " '* ' "v ~ _ tbe stam with MUten, And garni togOda the faolte and frailties Ol the Mu of men. In them the wlftda . And waves nere music, and all the lakes and Streams, Borings, mountains, woods, and per- fotaeeUells Van haunted by a thonsand fairy forms. BY jr. F. K it -A r*:; Dr, Gray, F. R. 8., D, Sc., was very rjpiroi- VP-.TV i-=-- vtli lew intimate friends. Not, however, because he was irascible, for it was by fits and starts only that he snapped and marled; butlwcause" he was unsociable, and the habits of 4he recluse grew upon him, and each year of the ten ho had lived atone in his modest flat in Mordi- camp Mansions he had withdrawn more and more from society, and the few friends who really loved and admired him were sad at heart, for the clever doctor was only just forty, and his dark hair ought not to be turning gray so rapidly; and there was a look in his beautiful, keen eyes sometimes that made sentimental women when they caught it, which was not often, say he had "a story." And so he had, but the book wherein it was written down was closed and put away ten years ago, before he became famous--before he came to Mordicamp Mansions. One or two old friends, such as Tom Teesdale and his wife, knew the story, and willingly would they have written the chapter, which was still untold, in their own way. But the doctor stoutly declared that it would never be written--while he lived--and what could the kindest friend do or say but just listen to him and sumbit? When the story began, as stories so often do, with a tender and even roman­ tic love passage, Marmaduke Gray had not reached the professor's chair which he now so ably filled, but it was well known that honors and distinctions were before him. Indeed, for his age he was one of the most gifted among many able compeers, and a most delightful' com­ panion if only you could get him away from his microscope and specimens, wet and dry--living and dead. He was just on the point of perfecting the deduc­ tions made from the discoveries that followed the patient labor of years (how his fine ©yes sparkled and how the words poured from his eloquent lips as lie talked of his work!) when the flat above his own was let, and every nerve quivered when he heard a piano-tuner at work in the room over his study. For days and days before the profes­ sor spoke of his grievance, the Teesdales knew something had gone wrong. Then it all came out bit by bit, and it had to do with the tenant on the third floor. "She plays the piano from morning till night," he said one evening as he walked up and down Mrs. Teesdale's drawing-room. It was then about 8 o'clock. "But with a padded oeiling surely the Bound is muffled ?" "Intensified, you mean? The pad­ ding is a fraud! Why did she take that flat?" and the professor's long slender fingers routed up his hair. It was cropped close, so he could not do mueh harm. "You are sure it is a woman?" "Yes. I read her name on the in­ dicator in the hall--Mrs. Vernon. And she is always at home." Silence for a few seconds, then he added, with a funny little break in his voice--not the sort of sound one would expect from a professor: "I Bhoukl not mind so much if she did not play her music. It seems like retribution that I should be condemned to listen to it every day, and yet not--not from--Mar­ gery." ,, Mr. and lbs. Teesdale exchanged a rapid glance. It was the first time the professor had uttered that name for years. "How I used to abominate Chopin and all his works!" the clear voice,with now a pathetic note in it, went on, and the professor's eyes Bparkled almost as if they were wet. As he reached the far end of the room in his walk he was seen to take out his handkerchief, but when he passed once more into the cir­ cle of light the man of science was him­ self again. "I am not going to bear it much longer," he said, in a oool, matter-of- fact tone. "If she insists upon playing all day long I must move. Fancy be­ ing driven from a oomfortable home by a tingling piano!" "Do not be in a hurry. You will get accustomed to it in time." "Accustomed!" The professor was getting cross. "I have done my best," Mrs. Teesdale smiled; .she knew what his best was. "I set my will to work to force myself not to listen, and I might have succeeded if " "If she had not played like Margery." The professor started as if he had been struck by a bullet. "You must not speak of her!" he cried out. "But you said her name yourself this .moment, you inconsistent mortal!" "Very likely; but that is no reason for supposing that I can bear it from you." "But you ought to bear it, and what is more, you ought to put an end to this estrangement. I believe yon are just as fond of her as you were ten "years ago." "Fond of her! What put that into your head? I am .not the man I was ten years ago. I have no time for love and nonsense." "Please answer my question." "You did not ask one." "Pardon me. I asked youif you were not iu love? There! I wonder if any one ever saw a professor blushing be­ fore?" "Pish! Rubbish! You make me look like a fool!" the professor grum­ bled; and he flung himself into a chair, and took up a newspaper wherewith he screened his face. "You cannot deny that she was averv pretty woman," he was heard to mutter, as he presently turned the sheet. Mrs. Teesdale knew her man, Ske let him alone for ten minutes, and then challenged him to a game of chess. As thay arranged tb« $wm the profoap* Vj uai a wflllti imam til* A** h». ^ w I'VVIW wr iSllirat ev iMmm laughed his celebrated "She was very rude-- niddic never received messages through servants, and that If I had any request to make I most make it in person." "Beware! It is a plan! She wants to see the celebrated professor ol physi­ ology ! You need not Irown. I saw a woman buying your photograph at the stereoscopic the other day. Now, you are caught in your own net, for you know you never admit that woman are foolisn." "But what am I to do about Mrs. Vernon's piano ?" "My dear fidgety professor, I cannot imagine you climbing up Mrs. Vernon's stairs; knocking at Mrs. Vernon's door; and begging of Mrs. Vernon to give up Chopin because he interrupts your scientific studies! If she happens tp be nice-looking " 7 "Go on," the professor breaks in. "You have the move." Then, as he absently followed Mrs. Teesdale's lead, he muttered half aloud: Chopin before; at least mine was." The game lasted barely ten minutes, and the professor waa beaten. "A poor victory," said Mrs, Teesdale; "I believe you were thinking all the time of Mm, Veriion and her piano." "I was not thinking of Mrs. Vernon." He snapped the words out quite vic­ iously, and presently bade his friends good-night. Standing in the open doorway, half in and half out, he spoke again. "I shall send you my new address when I move," he said. "I know it will come to that." v There was work waiting for him when he got home, but he was not in the mood for work. He opened some letters which had come for him by the last post; gushing epistles, some of them from women who followed the fashion in run­ ning after the cleverest and most attract­ ive man of his day. Strange to say, these letters did not make him angry. Gentleness and toleration for women seemed to increase and multiply in him as his frame grew; but not one of the many fair ones who burnt incense before him could flatter herself that he was falling in love. He was charmiug in every mood, and nearly always pleasant of speech. Now and then came a crush­ ing rebuke or a withering sarcasm, but immediately after followed the old sweet pleasant smile that $ach woman tried hard to win for herself. Whether in good temper or bad, Dr. Gray was fascinating. He was not very amiable, however, this evening, for he was vexed at his in­ ability to work. Events in his life which he had told himself were dead and buried came crowding upon his clear and well-ordered brain. Memory played him fastastic tricks. Imagina­ tion, more capricious than memory, filled his study with the sweetest, brightest pictures, and made his heart beat as it had beaten ten years before when-- He took up books one after another and flung them here Mid there about the room; for, just as the mental picture was farest and most adorable--just as in imagination he felt two soft arms round his neck and saw two sweet eyes look­ ing into his own, some one stirred in the room overhead, and immediately one of Chopin's wild waltzes filled the air about him. The visions conjured up by memory and fancy fled, and the profes­ sor, with an indescribable expression on his face, leaned liis elbows on the table and propped up his head with a cheek on either had. Five minutes--ten, passed thus; then he got up quietly and looked at his watch. It was nearly half-past ten. "It is rather late to call on a strange woman," he said; "but I have no time by day, and if this goes on 1 shall go man. Why in the name of all that's distracting must she play that music ?r He picked up the books that he had flung about; touched some articles upon his study table without knowing that he did so, then went to the door, opened it, and stood for a moment or two irreso­ lute, with the sound of Mrs. Vernon's piano still in his ears. The next mo­ ment he was out on the public stair case and had begun the ascent to the third floor. To ring Mrs. Vernon's bell, to be ad­ mitted and to find himself at her draw- ing-room door was the work of a few seconds. He got rid of the sleepy- looking servant by saying that that her mistress expected him; and, as she dis­ appeared down the passage, lie knocked. A voice said: "Come in," but the play­ ing did not cease. He went in, and still Mrs. Vernon played on. She did not look round. , She thought it was the servant who had come in to fetch something. The professor felt exceedingly un­ comfortable; when Mrs. Vernon told him to come and ask her himself to ar­ range her practice for the hours he was absent, he knew she did not mean him to come at 10:30 p. m. "Madam," he began, "allow me to apologize " Tbe lady at the piano--she had her back to him, and the room was so dimly lighted that she sat in deep shadow- gave a start, but she did not look round, and she did not stop playing. The pro­ fessor felt so obviously in the wrong that courtesy, tact and temper deserted him, at the same moment. But he made a fresh start. "Madam," he repeated, "I do not in­ trude upon you for pleasure. I come because you refuse to receive a mes­ sage, and I cannot wait until to-mor­ row. Will you allow me to make my request and to be gone? Your music is distracting." With a clashing of chords, and a sud­ den sweep of her fingers over the keys, Mrs. Vernon stopped--closed the piano --pressed her hands for a moment to her temples--rose and faced her visitor. She wasa beautiful woman in the very fullest bloom of life and loveliness; small of stature (so small indeed that the professor looked tall beside her, and he was by no means a giant), but ex­ quisitely formed and very graceful. Her fine gray eyes had a "mischievous light in them as she bent them upon the startled man whor had already retreated a step or two, but there was a note of suppressed pain in her voioe as she said: "I am sorry time has not lessened your antipathy to my music, Marma­ duke." The professor said not a word; but, before Mrs. Vernon could evade him, he caught her in his arms and kissed her, as ten years before he had kissed |»er on their wedding day. "MargeryI My wife!" he criedLat fa# 1*14 bt* from toJeft ffeft! tfclV&JNtt Mfc- fafted him (and he was hard tojjilil,. pupils knew), for he dnsw her Mo his arms again, and, being stronger th§* she, she oould not get away. *®**you hate Chopin still," she said at last; "and my rival, the microscope, is man formidable than ever." pl*J Chopin from morning until night if you will forgive me and low me again, Margery." "You have more to forgive ftwi I," the true woman answered, as she put up her hand and gently stroked the face which looked older and "more marred than when she had seen it last; "I am ashamed when I think how hor­ rid I was. But, let me whisper it, I thought you loved those dreadful worms and things better than you did your wife, and I was afraid I was too young, and " "And so we lost ten yean of happi­ ness," he answered as her voice broke with a s:)b, but, although his voice was sad and rather stern, he stooped and fondly kissed away the mist of tears from her eyes. It was some days before the Tees- dales heard anything from the pro­ fessor. Then camo a note from him, from the Isle of Wight. "I found Mar­ gery playing Chopin on the third "s ~v<nc. "'JL'lixj ffiictOBcopo has a holiday, and we are enjoying a second honeymoon. I like it," Quoth Mr. Teesdale: "She's a mill­ ion time® too good for that cantanker­ ous little book-worm." Quoth Mrs. T.: "I am sure I hope she will be sensible now and treat him properly. Too good for him! Good gracious 1 Why, he is a perfect angel. I do not know a woman fit to tie his shoes. '* Margary was of the same opinion, but she always tied the professor's. Pennoyer'* Coat. A story is told in the Portland Ore- gonian by an Eastern gentleman, who was lately in that city, about Gov. Pennoyer when he attended the ceuten- nial of the adoption of the constitution at Philadelphia two years ago. It ended with a banquet at whioh 600 covers were laid. - Oregon's governor was invited to at­ tend, and was deliberating whether to go when he met John A. Kasson, of Iowa, whom President Harrison has appointed to be one of the American members of the Samoan conference. "Kasson," he said, "is every man who attends the banquet expected to wear a swallow-tail coat ?" "Most assuredly, Governor." "Then I don't think I will .go. I have not worn a swallow-tail coat for about thirty years, and I will neither buy nor borrow one for to-night." "Oh, but you must come," said Kas­ son. Gov. Pennoyer agreed to go if Gov. Larrabee, of Iowa, a "plain man," would go; so Oregon's • executive and Kasson went to the Iowa governor's quarters to ask him what he intended to do. "Gov. Larrabee, are you going to the banquet to-night?" asked Gov. Pen­ noyer when the room was readied. "I am, sir." "Will you wear a swallow-tail coat?" "Not much." "Then we go together." Gov. Pennoyer and Gov. Larrabee were assigned seats near each other. When the feast was at its height and champagne was sizzling, and waiters wearing claw-hammer coats were dart­ ing here and there with savory dishes, the Governor of Oregon cast his eyes over the assembled diners, every one of whom was in evening dreijs, and, turn­ ing to his friend from Iowa, solemnly remarked: "Governor, we are the only two men in the room who can be distin­ guished from the waiters." Gov. Pennoyer's last appearance in a swallow-tail coat was in 1855, when he was teaching school in Portland. He wore it when he attended church on his first Sunday in the city, and was so abashed when he discovered the wide swath lie was cutting in the backwoods town of the early days that he took the first opportunity to present the coat to a farmer who lived near town. It's Easy to Keep House in Japan* Life in Japan has its compensations. A young lady who recently married an Englishman, a tea merchant, writes home of her Oriental housekeeping: "We have five servants," she says, "at the same cost of employing two in New York. I am looked upon as positively ornamental, and am not expected to even think about the daily household routine. I have had to get used to the amusing deference my retainers accord me. Invariably every night at bedtime the five appear and prostrate themselves before me as a good night ceremony. I had great difficulty to preserve my dig­ nity on the initial performance of this singular custom, but I have grown used to it now, and am as solemn as the oc­ casion requires. The other day on one of my rare visits to the kitchen 1 dropped my handkerchief and left the room with­ out discovering my loss. A few mo­ ments later, seated in my own room, I heard a whispering outside the door, followed by the entrance of my maid and the waitress, the former bearing a small salver upon which rested the bit of cambric. It was gravely presented, and then both withdrew. I learned afterward from my maid that its pres­ ence on the kitchen floor created a great commotion below stairs. There was au animated discussion as to whom be­ longed the great honor of restoring it to me, the cook claiming the privilege on the gronnd that it was found in his domain. Finally a compromise was effected. The cook reverently picked it up and placed it $n the salver, the waitress bore this to the door of my room and then consigned it to the maid, who, being my personal servitor, was the only one who could rightfully re­ store a personal belonging. Fancy all this fuss about a handkerchief which most New York Bridgets or Susans would have quietly pocketed." Be Struck the Right Mao. The other day an important-looking gentleman took a seat beside a quiet man in an Arkansas railway carriage and began a conversation. "I'm going up to Little Rock," he said, "to get a pardon for a convicted thief. I'm not personally acquainted with the Governor, but he can't afford to refuse me." "Is the fellow guilty?" asked the man. "Of course he is; but that makes no difference. His friends have agreed to give me $500 if I get him out, and the thermometer is very low when I can't get up a good talk. Where are you traveling?" "Going to Little Rock.", t "Do you live there?" , : *•- v "Yes." ' V. a-#;.*!!® "Perhaps you might be (^ some ser- vioe to ma. What business are you in?" Tm the Governor," WWL «* $&« TALL "HTTLCF FE ate;* THE ARIZ0NI Barae VfelaaMe SttgfrauiaiMMid Reflections. tract the following from the . " e would suggest to the Poraewater General that he drop a line to tlw jjostaaster of this "town reading: "MPJ, Bill Perkins-Sir: Either at- tend 16 bin; or git, and l'dia little rather you'd git. So would the oeople of your town. Your'a truly, aud |lon't bo over a week making up your mind what course to take.* Too PBEVIOUS.--Ever since Har­ rison's election Col. Hank Taylor, of this town, has been sweating the color out of his blue suspenders -in running after office. The office he wanted was boss of the Custom House, and he has been figuring that if he got it he would raise asparagus in his front yard, horse­ radish in the back, and put'on all the style they do in Chicago It was only yesterday that he suddeuly became aware of the faot that we have no cus­ tom house here for him to boss. What he had always supposed was a govern­ ment institution of the kind turned out to be Desnoyer's storage house for bonss. CoL Hank has our sympathy in this his hour of deepest trial, but that's the best we can do.~ We are in no situation to either lend him shirt or trust him for groceries. IT MADK UB SAD.--Mrs. Judge Shiver passed the Kicker office at 11 o'clock Tuesday night in a state of happy ine­ briation, being on her way home from a high lager beer given by Mrs. Prof. Westonhouse at her elegant mansion on Bronco Place. Mrs. Judge was dragging her now bonnet aloug the ground by the starboard tie and softly singing about pansy blossoms. We were sitting on the front steps in the gentle moonlight, thinking of the past and gone, and the event saddened us more than we can express. We had a mother once. She was not beautiful, and splitting wood while our dear father talked politics at the grocery made her lop-sliouldered, but she was good and temperate. Snpi>ose she had been in the habit of gitting Blewed? Where would we have been to-day? Instead of being at the head of a great weekly paper like the Kicker, which also runs a harness shop, grocery, feed store, and bazaar in connection, all under one economical management and the same roof, we should doubtless have inhabited a convict's garb in some state prison. Vani, vidi curantor, which, if we re­ member correctly, means: "The mother makes the man what he is** A SUGGESTION. We have nothing in particular against the government, neither do we wish Indian Agent Bab- cock any harm. It seems to be our duty, however, to call the agent's atten­ tion to the fact that he is making an ass of himself and that he can resign any time within the next three weeks. If we were running this goverhment we'd run him head first into the soil about the first thing we took hold of after breafast Monday morning. THANES.--Judge Burrows entered the Kicker office the other day in his usual ret and dignified manner and laid ee cucumbers on our table and with­ drew. They are of his own raising, and of superior breed and finish. We thank the judge from the bottom of our heart. Such things prove to the editor that he is not forgotten. We shall publish a two-column sketch of the judge. .v., f:. \ ing Monday night some kind-hearted but unknown friend left a piece of rope about fifteen feet long, beautifully noosed, on our stem as a present for our faithful work in this community. We took „it in and shall treasure it highly. The editors of the World, Herald, Times, and other New York sheets toil from sun to sun and are hardly known by name. Scarcely a day passes that we do not receive dead-head tickets and beautiful little mementoes to prove that the busy world is not too busy to re­ member us. Cum Holis. Which means, 'tis well.--Detroit gree Press. Burdctt's Advice te a Young Mali. So you were a little too pert, aud spoke without thinking, did you, my son ? And you got picked up right sud­ denly on your statement, eh? Oh well, that's all right; that happens to older men than you, every day. 1 have noticed that you have a very positive way of filing a decision where other men state an opinion, and you frequently make a positive assertion where older men merely express a belief. But never mind; you are young. You will know less as you grow older. "Don't I mean you will know more?" Heaven forbid, my bov! No indeed, I mean that you will know less. You will never jknow more than you do now; never. If you live to be 10,000 years old, you will never again know so much as you do now. No lioary-headed sage whose long atid studious years were spent in reading men and books, ever knew so much as a boy of your age. A girl of fifteen knows about as much, but then she gets over it sooner and more easily. "Does it cause a pang then, to get rid of early knowledge ?" Ah, my boy, it does. Pulling eye teeth and molars will seem like pleasant recrea­ tion alongside of shedding off great solid slabs and layers of wisdom and knowledge, that now press upon you like geological strata. "But how are you to get rid of all this superincumbent wisdom ?" Oh, easily enough, my boy; just keep on airing it; that's the best way. It won't stand constant use, and it disintegrates rapidly on exposure to air.--Brooklyn Eagle. Brave in the Face of Death. "Who was the bravest person in the face of death ypu have ever seen ?" was asked of Dr. Schrady, who attended Gen. Grant, in his last illness. "Gen. Grant," promptly replied the great physician. Gen. .Grant ins his last illness was an example of a man who could face death without fear. Grant was a man who had faced death many a time and had schooled himself to expect it. He was prepared in every way for it, and I think that everything that has been said about his bravery and his grim determination to be a hero to the very last has not been exaggerated at all. To one who saw him during his trial-- and it was one of the most severe trials any one could have--he appeared to be the typical hero. He suffered from a disease which did not interfere with any of the functions of life, and left the man open to view himself introspect- ively with apparently no hindrance. Death had gripped him by the throat, ftp it were, y«t during that time he never oomplnioM and would oftm speak of tlie approaching end, just as fJWftUo'M sjwk »1w« S»!"6 an ordinary journey. He wa of a thoroughly well-educ who, like all edveated men expect inipossible thiajgs to knowing that he had die he i bravely. He stated to me one < have been thinking of takii journey all my life, and now tl time has come I am ready to This was the only reference I ever him make to his approaching end. . g'?D - idea was to be fatee from pail possible, and he asked me if it be guaranteed, thus showing that, mind was fully made up to the inei" ble character of the disease, and! end that was to come. I assured that it was quite possible, and We i our promise. He died without J which was his reward. He- fa music like the grand old sold he wns, He was no doubt bt by the sympathy of his frioni would sit and look off in the dist a sad aud dreamy sort of way impressed those about him fact that his thoughts were bey<| line of time. To sum up, he was" a| to all the world of how a man can; death with calmness and bravery. **4 jsJtAl How They Find 8s!3 Something like the excitehient alleged discoveries of gold in Lowe? California is attending similar news from the Transvaal, in South Africa. The diggings there are reported to be enormously rich, and a swarm of pros­ pectors is flocking to the field. As re­ vealing a hitherto unsuspected vein of imagination and lightsome humor on the part of the Boers, the current story of the discovery of the gold field is in­ teresting. It was first published in the Transvaal Advertiser. A well-known resident of the repub­ lic, it is said, while out hunting one morning, saw a koodoo bull, which he tried to stalk. After he had slightly wounded the animal, and while he was •riding after it down a stony declivity, his horse stumbled, he was thrown and his rifle was broken. At this the koo­ doo turned and attacked the man, knocking him down and attempting to kueel on him. By holding the animal's forelegs the man kept the buck up­ right, but the animal's horns had evi­ dently entered the bank for some dis­ tance and its haad was held down close upon the man's breast. The animal seemed as anxious as the man to get the horns loose, but was evidently helpless, the horns being held fast to the ground. Held thus, unable to move, man and beast remained in the broiling sun all that day. At nightfall jackals and wolves came prowling about, and even brushed against the man and sprang upou the buck. But the yells of the man and the kicks of the buck kept them at bay until dawn, when they slunk away. Soon after daylight a rifle shot was heard, and a bullet slightly wounded the man in the forehead. By waving his handkerchief and B^outing he prevented further firing, a&d the hunter, who had at first seen only the buck, came up and learned the real situation. Wishing to take the animal alive, he hurried off to the nearest farm, and brought back men with ropes and shovels, who bound the buck and extri­ cated the man. But when the horns were at last freed there were found upon each a mass of metal, which, being re­ moved, prove to be nuggets of gold, weighing respectively eight and six and one-half pounds. This led to the dis­ covery of a rich gold field. Any one doubting the entire accuracy of this story can make further inquiries at the office of the Transvaal Adver­ tiser.--Netv York Sun. Joy Restored Her. -I.,-. Mrs. Sarah Smith is (>0 years old and has lived with her sou by her first hus­ band, Arthur Jollif, in Dedham, Mass. One day last September she suddenly remarked to her daughter-in-law: "Why, there is George (meaning her youuger son), and I must go to him. He is calling me. I must go. Poor George, I shall not desert you." "Why, mother, George is not out there," said her daughter-in-law, as she stepped to the window and looked out. "I know better," replied Mrs. Smith; "ho was calling to me to come to him." Mrs. Jollif said no more, thinking that perhaps George had passed the house, and proceeded with her household du­ ties. While thus engaged, unobserved by her, Mrs. Smith went out of the house, undoubtedly in search of her son, whom slio supposed was waiting for her, aud contiuued on up the street, imagiuing that she would overtake him. She walked to Boston, where she was found, sick and exhausted, in the street, and cared for at the hospital. With her mind still clouded she claimed to have wandered from England, and begged to be sent back to that oountry. The British Consul provided for her passage, and she embarked on one of the ocean steamers for Liverpool. A few days before Mrs. Smith took passage for Liverpool her son George had hired on board a cattle steamer, which was plowing the sea in advance of the steamer in which his mother sailed. George Jollif got into port in early morniug, and with many others jtood upon the wharf to see the Boston passengers land. His eyes became fixed on a frail figure of an elderly woman making her way along to the wharf. The form looked familiar to his eyes, and they were not deceived, for when she had come within embracing distance he had her in his strong arms, shout­ ing, "Mother, mother!" Recognition on the part of the mother was immedi­ ate, and in the reunion her reason re­ turned unclouded. The mother and son went to the house of relatives in London, where they are now staying. Tbe Day of tbe Month. "Let's see, what day of the month is this?" That question is heard in the hotel writing rooms hundreds of times a day. One man after another sits down to write a letter and has to ask his neighbor. His neighbor likely does not know unless he has asked some one else before the questioner came in; and the man who originally stated the date was probably able to do so only by re­ ferring to a. newspaper which he. was lucky enough to have with him. Out of ten business men who sit down to write a letter there is not more than one who dares to date a letter from mem­ ory; and this is probably as true of business men in general as of those who are found in the hotel writing rooms.--- Troy Times. He Fatigued Her. "'When people are very much fa­ tigued," remarked Ethalinda De Wiss to Fitzpercy, "they can usually sleep, I believe." "Invariably, I should say," replied Fitzpercy, "Why do you ask?* "O I thought that when I heard of another case of inhomnia I would re£0nt« mend yon as ^ remedy," . WitL iiut the Photographer1* prne ft iotl negative Mfoir? life Light Spring San. The stronger sex are very fond of in­ sinuating that we of the opposite gender ~x our minds altogether too much on ess, and they are wont to assert, on iry possible occasion, that they are ve the weakness of caring for fash- and that so long as their clothes "ly, that is all that concerns them, ,rds their apparel. doubt they believe they are stat- e thing just as it is--indeed, it is own to be a fact that a person 11 a story, which is utterly imagi- so often as to come to regard it as olid truth; and our masculine .s have reiterated the statement, ig aud story, so many times, that .s come to be a fact to them--that give no thought to dress--that is, hardly any thought. ut the young man, in his new spring t, knocks all the truth and all the ;h-toned philosophy oat of the argu- at that men are above such giddy siderations as dress. it is enough to make the observer feel cold chills run down his back, to at the youHg man aforosaid. How he stands, as if he feared that some new seams, being as yet fresh and iteU, migutsuuuoniy open aud leave ut in the cold world, unprepared, ana shipwrecked on the strand, of a heartless and cold-blooded public's criticism. How cautiously he steps!-- as if he trod on eggs, and fancy eggs, at that, which cost five dollars a setting of thirteen, and warranted to hatch pul­ lets, or money refunded. How ho holds his slim cane between his slim fingers, and steps into the street to avoid the busy whitewasher, who is abroad with his villianous pail, and his brush held under his arm, ready to leave a streak on any unwary fellow-traveler. He gives the boards marked PAINT a wide berth, and does not dare invest in oranges--"all ripe and sweet at 20 cents a dozen"--and when he sits down, he looks carefully at the spot where he is about to dispose himself, to make sure that it is clean. For while a man in black clothes can depend on alcohol and benzine to cleanse him and make him over new, the man in light clothes knows that a benzine spot on his gar­ ments can be seen as far as you can see a total eclipse of the sun, and that the spot will come in sight on the horizon long before he will. The young man with a light spring suit on, feels like the first dandelion of the season. He has a sweet and subtle sensation running through his inner consciousness that his new suit brought the sunny spring-time, instead of the spring-time being responsible for the new suit; he feels as if his townsmen ought to be obliged to him for forcing on the season, and checking the east winds. He is straight, and slim, and unbend­ ing, and he looks with vague contempt on the men who slink past his brand- new magnificence, with seedy black and blue, coats on, worn at the button-holes, and frayed around the pockets, with trousers baggy at the knees, and shiny at the seams. He has a new suit, and his reflection in the shop windows shows him that it is becoming; and he accepts the silent homage of the newsboy and the boot­ blacks with becoming modesty, for he is a man, aud, of course, he doesn't oare auy thing about dress.--Kate Thorn, in New York Weekly. AFTEE FORTY-OWE YIAX8. Hew One of Maine'* Old Time Lassies WOH Her Husband. Perhaps the most romantic of all the tales of ancient Brunswick town, is that of Mollie Finney and how she got a hus­ band. It has wild beginning, but a jgood, old-fashioned ending. In 1756 the Eastern Indians were in a most war­ like and ferocious mood. They mas­ sacred many of Brunswiok's settlers, and one night made a raid on the house of Thomas Means at "Flying Point." They battered in the door and dragged out Means and his family. The settler fought them manfully, but his fate was sealed. Two Indians held his armsr wliile a third shot the brave man through the body with his own rifle. Meantime, Mrs. Means ran back into the hoflse with her infant and vainly tried to barricade the door. With fierce yells they burst into the house again, and with one ball killed the in­ fant and pierced the mother's breast. Molly Finney was Mrs. Means' sister, a blooming young damsel, high colored and plump. They siezed her in her night clothes and carried her off to Canada, giving her a blanket to help cover her. At Quebec they sold her to a farmer for $6 in money and a bottle of strong water. For a long time Molly worked in the farmer's fields; but he suddenly became jealous of a young French Canadian wAo was seen td pay her Home marked attentions, and locked her in her chamber iu his house. About this time there came to an anchorage before Quebec, a certain bold Capt. McLellau, of Falmouth, Me., in his fast brigautine. He learned Molly's story and secretly arranged with her a plan for her escape. One night he threw a rope to her window and she loAvered herself to tho ground. Before morning she and her rescuer were sail­ ing rapidly down the St. Lawrence be­ fore a stiff breeze, bounds for Falmouth. You can guess the sequel--how they fell in love and were married. If ever a girl deserved a good husband, it was Molly Finney; and it is to be hoped she was a beautiful and true a woman as it did behoove the valiant captain to take to wife. Ruined by Literary Mania. A fellow may get over general debil­ ity, renew exhausted vitality and come out in a very astonishing way after a case of small-pox, but if he has the lit­ erary craze in nine cases out of ten his case in hopeless. The victim of this disease will waste enough time and labor to make him a fortune if ex­ pended in a business-like way, and have nothing to show for it. I recall an instance as I write. Some years ago I met a gray-liaired professor, who informed me confidentially that he was writing "A Beply to Uncle Tom's Cabin." "It will vindicate the South," he said, "and paralyze the North. The book will be a sensation, sir." The professor wrote industriously. He gave up his school and devoted bimself to his book. Finally he fin­ ished it. "I know it is good," he said, "because my wife read it and praised it highly." , The poor man spent his savings, and had to sell his littl^ home, but the book never came out. Dissappointed and almost heart-broken, its author died, leaving a helpless family and no prop­ erty except his "Reply to Uncle Tom's Cabin."--Atlanta Constitution. A LIFE, generally of a grave hue, may be said to be embroidered with oc­ casional sports and fantasies. % / A MAN ^JUDGED HIS SUCCESS in LIFE, ftud his success ii often tueftfiUtA tytfef ftuottut ol Bftpuejr to has, Uncle Bob Caise Meets With a X#. ] markable Experience. Old Uncle Bob Caise is one of best farmers in the vicinity of Lane Ky. Forty-one years ago, when Bob was a y<*>tmg man, he went 1 w in a big pond at Camp Dick near here. He waded waist deep toa> large stump in the pond. Upon ficia stump he perched himself and cast hia line into the water. While waiting lot a bite he thrust his hand into Ida pocket for a chew of tobacco. In with­ drawing it he accidentally pulled akxur with it his knife and pocketbook, IM they fell into the water at the base at the stump. The purse was new, and contained 86.20 in silver. The knife was likewise new, and had been a KXUM of great pride to the young fishenaaii. He explored for his lost treasures* tat could not find them. { During the fort-one years which ha*® j elapsed since the loSs .of Uncle Bob%i pocketbook and knife the pond lMpfy.iv shrunk greatly from its former size, |£- stump from which Undo Bob fished liMR •ore bush, wliicli at tho time of Uncle Job's misadventure was growing beside ^ of the stump, had expanded into a<n(Bt*:' siderable tree. Mr. Caise owns thela** upon which the pond lies, aud a IIMVW- days ago he cut this sycamore treoda«Bi|,f for firewood. Hapjvening to remembelP" the incident of his youth, he scrahwHtf in the earth around the stump, and daa- eovered a piece of corrodcd iron, wMsii was the remains of his long-lost kni*£>;*>• but he could discover nothing of the money. f Uncle Bob resumed the task of cut­ ting up tho sycamore tree. He split open the trunk with his axe, and was amazed to discover a pocketbook em- bedded in a slight cavity in the centre of the log. It was covered over with a ligneous fibre. The moment UneVtlob saw it he was ready to swear it was the pocketbook he lost forty-one years ago. With some difficulty lie pried it open, and there was the $6.20 in silver, some­ what tarnished, but good money nevet«;< theless. Uncle Bob can't tell how the money^ got into the centre of the sycamore tree, but he advances as a theory that when ' the pocketbook fell it loged upon a sab- merged fork of the bush, which gradu­ ally closed upon it, grew above aad around it, and finally enclosed it in the trunk proper. He will keep the money* he says, as a memento of the most re- ;: markable occurrence he ever knew. ^ - ^ Wasted Sympathy. They were going through a machine 1 shop. Enormous wheels were around, enormous blocks were and falling, sharp steel inst wero shaving sheets of metal, and was a clang and a roar of mighty p And by one of the big hammers < some work, sat a very small boy, be-^S grimed and oily. His arm and hand ,: were fixed up m a sling aud jbe wns» striving painfully to go ou wiiit iiai work with the other. They werej sympathetic. "I declare," said kindly old lady, "I declare it is a si to see a young boy like this work" such a dangerous place. It is a grace. Just see; he has been hit that heavy hammer, and I i):i\eno<kmlp% : his arm is broken, and perhaps he* never be able to use it again. It's aw­ ful." And tho smaU boy kept pegging away. She approached him, and, pit­ ting her hand on his head, she said vetjp sympathetically: "Poor child! This M dangerous work for you." The po«f, child looked up at her and mid nothing. "You have met with an accident, I see. "Yes." "Is it broken"Only crash* ed a bit." "Poor child ! Why are you not at home ? How did it happen'{ I suppose one of those big hammers came down aud crushed it 2" "Na-a-er. Hurt it playing baseball last Sunday." The old lady said: "Weil, if Francisco Chronicle. A Sun-Glass Started the Hi. The village on Moreland was not set ou fire by incendiaries. The hero at the conflagration is little "Mice" MiUer* a sturdy country youngster of seven jMjhjl', whose father is employed in the North­ western car shops. 4'Mice," it anpfaft from tho story of a lady who lived neat door to the Millers aud consequently two doors from the church, was playing with his little brother and another ~ panion burning holes in a newi with a sun-glass. When the would ignite "Mice" would srauwumr m . and try it again. Tho wind was blowiaar v'^v; high from the southwest at the tiaM^^ -ffl and on the last trial the blazing blew up against the elapboarding, aa&fcV/'J ^ portion of tho paper got into the taw'- ment. Little attention was paid to tt§l| circumstance by "Mice," who put glass in his pocket and began pl»j "linmiblety-peg." A few moments I smoke w as* seen to come from the ment, and "Mice" and his playfeHigte streaked it for .home. When the irtBw working on the cottages near !|§jr" saw the smoke they made an effort get in the church. Before they could do so the flames had eaten into and envelr, oped the interior. Then eame the sjweadf ^ which rendered so many families hOBKI - ess.--[Chicago Times. ".-fcf:': si Lccomotive Spark One of the most noticeably features in the way of railroad progress is the prevailing use of spark arroster8«pi;|$»; comotives. Roads that do not uae tUp device are now in the minority, and, &3t cept in a few cases, they are the singie track short lines, that either can­ not afford to adopt the device or find unnecessary to do so. On the road, for instance, where the number el engines now in use runs up in the him- dreds, the spark arrester is seen even «gt the shortest branches, and what tnr engines now remain of the old pattern ore being rapidly built over to suit tbe demands of modem travel. The aaaaa progress in locomotive construction pn> vails on nearly all the roads entering this city to day. The utility of- the spark arrester is best apraemated by summer travelers, because trie insuffera­ ble annoyance of cinders from tike 0&-: gine stack is by it abated, aud window* may be raised without discomfort far­ ther tftan the actual dust caused motion of the train. ' ̂ 1 Uncle Sam's Woman Cterfce. Some of tbe old ladv clerks in ingion are very fine looking, snf them had noted careers iu socie going into the detriments. Jefferson for an ancestor, and perhaps the most beautiful of the , haired ladies of the Treasiugy waa wife of an Ohio Governor, xhaae lady clerks dress w.'ll, and ante! are some of the jnost agreeable in Washington. Their hewte lift though their hair w white, and almost rt* fawiufttittg now H't bloom we* <m their ekeekt i we*# thitr 1 • v" *'V