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THE CRITIC. I The critic, analyzing in his art • 1 The work of poet, painter, artisan, ^ Must make their spirit his, if that heoWl • • j Be sure of knowing their immortal part* •*> - * ' How can the mind, unless it is intense , >* . I In certain chords, be able to respond , To kindred chords in others? Else the btlfotf I Is wanting. The bold beggar, lacking pence |Supping with kings, at eating is their peer. And a true critic was the painter old Depicting in his picture, soft yet bold, ... jThe charms which gave a halo to his sphere; In painting Christ in beauty and gold hair, 1 He drew himself, a man extremely fair. --Edward S. Creamer in New York AUNT ES. -SL V I m ' I first met her in the family of a friend .in Amsterdam. Everybody called hei I Aunt Es, ber full name being Estelle, oi I; Esther, I never quite remember which. She was somewhere near 60 years of age, [though only her perfectly white hair be- jtrayed the fact. Her skin was delicate ,and nnwrinkled, her eyes sparkling and jbright, and her teeth so firm, white and I regular that one could not but pardon 'her the almost apologeticcoquettishness iwith which she frequently displayed jthem. ^ She must have been very pretty in her -.youth--indeed, I may say she was pretty |still--and furthermore, with these de­ sirable characteristics was combined a j restless activity very unusual in one of •her years. The lively eyes, the versatile (speech, the abrupt but significant move­ments, the sprightly walk, all led to the supposition that the brisk 60 year old little woman had behind her a life of I toil and persistent effort. Such was the fact, for Aunt Es for 'many years had kept a little shop. Had jkept? Nay, she still kept it and was as (tireless at her post as ever when any profit •was to be gained by it. That the profit was meager enough her long life of pov- ierty attested, but she had been inde­ pendent, never had besought a favor from any one and felt, to use her own words, that a fair proportion of good had been hers through life. , • To induce her to dine with us once a fortnight required the most pressing in­ vitation. She came then in her gray woolen gown (summer and winter it was always the same), with little flounces on the skirt and snowy crimped ruffles at wrist and throat. She brought sweets usually for the children to nibble, at table was animated and gay, and when one inquired how the business prospered answered cheerfully "she believed it went right well." And this "business" of Annt Es'! 'Twas conducted in a cellar--one of those damp, unhealthy Amsterdam cel­ lars, where to your amazement you will , find tolerably clean stalls, and in the windows of which you will see dis­ played fruits, shoes, fishing tackle, cooperage materials and various com­ modities too numerous to mention. In such a cellar lived Aunt Es and at the same time conducted a little station­ ery shop. In order to reach this sumptu­ ous abode, which was about the size of a birdcage, one must descend 20 steps. Then you saw a small--a very small-- table, which answered the purpose of a counter, on which was displayed three or four prints, about as many letter pa­ per pads of different shades, an old glove case containing steel pens, goose quills and cheap lead pencils, six bottles of ink and four tape measures. That was all. At the end of the year the inventory of receipts showed nothing to waste, but in good months Aunt Es sometimes gained a profit of 12 to 15 gulden. This shop in the evening was turned into a dining room; at night it became a bedchamber. The counter was her dining table, and on the broad surface of a chest, upon which a mattress was laid, she slept. In this subterranean chamber she had lived 40 or more years quite decently and free from care, hoarding her little savings like a miser and looking hope­ fully forward to the time when she and the chosen of her heart should marry. When 18 years of age, Aunt Es an­ nounced to the members of her family that she had met the man of her choice. Like herself, he was a small merchant-- smaller, in fact, for whereas she pos­ sessed a shop, a table and an old glove- case with steel pens, he possessed no shop at all, unless that could be called a shop which would close up and be con­ veniently carried under the arm. Karl--that was his name--was a cigar merchant, though not one of the whole­ sale sort who draw their wares direct from the plantations in Havana. His "walking" shop consisted of a box or case in which once reposed superfine Re­ galias, but in which, not without inward shame, he now packed for sale his three­ penny cigars. His general stock amount­ ed from 100 to 200, was sold to the work­ ing or lower classes, and it required two "weeks for their disposal. i Tis customary in Holland, when the' . •engagement is sanctioned by the families <of both parties, for the engagement to continue from one to two years. Dur­ ing that time the couple are free to come and go as they will--unchaperoned, un­ protected, save by the good God who smiles upon innocent love. Though Karl's business, reflected Aunt Es, was not as profitable as her own, yet they would marry. The marriage would be one of "inclination," for they loved each other. A marriage of convenience, ; for their "commercial and social posi- ; tions" were equal. And better than all it would be a marriage founded on rea- ; eon, for not until they had conjointly laid by a sum sufficient to establish themselves and their children in a com­ fortable home would they ma: *y. Two thousand gulden! That was the very least, she resolved, with which she •would venture into taking a larger shop, Then the cigar and paper business would be united, and the chest, no longer com polled to serve both as closet and bed stead, could return to its original uses. From the time of her betrothal and this resolution a great change was noted in Aunt Es. She who from mr'y morn­ ing till late evening had n kd like lark, and whosegay deme:ier neigh bors with one voice had reproached, now twcame grave, if not severe. 4 Two thousand gulden! Money, money for their marriage day. That was her one aim and purpose in life. That was the 5ne aim and purpose of Karl too. Bat it was not easy in their several lines of business to save so large a sum. No, it was not easy. Zeal and perse­ verance brought no especial result. Mo­ nopoly swallowed everything. He sought to sell a better and consequently higher priced cigar, she to introduce to her cus­ tomers a new and more finished style of writing paper. But this double speculation failed and threatened the overthrow of both the stationery and cigar business entirely. "We must not be overhasty," said she to him one evening in her little shop, "and engage in doubtful speculation. What one has is known, what one may acquire is "not. To lose the confidence of one's customers will be disastrous. Let us wait. We will succeed in time.'* And they waited. Courage and hope never forsook them. In the evening, seated behind the count­ er, he contemplating her with eyes of love, they built castles and formed splen­ did plans for the future. Now it was a mahogany bureau which that day he had examined in a cabinetmaker's shop; then again a serious discussion of the proper management and bringing up of children. One day a bright idea came to Aunt Es. "A ticket in the lottery," said she to him that evening; "like a voice from the sky it came to me. We must each buy a ticket in the lottery," and Karl impressed by her words and manners did as she bade him. « The eve of the great drawings the couple passed in happy expectancy. "Two thousand gulden!" said she, with chiming eyes. "We will pray this night to the good God for 2,000 gulden," and-, Karl, as he kissed her, said he would and promised in case either should have drawn a capital prize to dash up to her door on the morrow in a coach. Long before the hour of the drawing next day Aunt Es stood in anxious ex­ pectancy at her shop door. Every pass­ ing wagon--happily but few went through that narrow street--set her heart to beating wildly. The sound of carriage wheels in the distance turned her faint, and more than once she caught at the lintel of the door for support. The clock marked the hour of noon when into the narrow street turned a fiacre, and oh, joy of joys, drew up be­ fore her humble little shop. Within sat Karl,, and with a thousand visions of happiness before her eyes Aunt Es darted up the cellar steps and threw open the carriage door. "We have won, we have won," she cried exultantly, "my Karl, my be­ trothed!" He gazed upon her sadly, his face very white and pain drawn. "What hast thou?" she asked trem­ blingly, reading suffering in his eyes. "Naught!" said he, making an effort to rise, "naught, my liebchen, save a broken leg." Tenderly she cared -for him, yielding him her chest and mattress, herself re­ posing in a wooden chair. In time he fully recovered and re­ turned to his business again.- Thus the years went on, one hope after another departing. Still their courage did not sink. Neither remarked their whitened hairs, their strength fast di­ minishing. She was past 60 and he 70 years of age. Aunt Es was ill, but she did not mention it. She felt very feeble, but overcame it that the business might not suffer. Usually, too, she had little pain, never complained and never thought to consult a physician. One day, however, this feeling of weak­ ness so overcame her that she begged of Karl, whp was on his way to fetch a customer 25 cigars, not to leave her. She talked much, and in spite of her illness laid plans for the future. In the long years they had succeeded in saving quite sum of money. Of the 2,000 gulden there was lacking only the half. The night came down. It was a mild summer night, and Aunt Es declared that she was quite well. We are growing old," she said pres­ ently, "and I have been thinking, Karl, we may as well be wedded now. In all probability we will have no children, and for us two we have quite enough." Karl found that idea very pleasing. "Yes, yes," said he, taking her hand within his, "why should we wait longer, my liebchen?" T Aunt Es smiled. "Tomorrow, then," said she, closing her eyes, "tomorrow we will" She never finished the sentence. On the morrow the old chest returned to its original uses, while for Aunt Es was prepared a narrower bed in a neighbor­ ing churchyard.-- Adapted From the French. '•O'A S3NQ OF A HEART^f/" " . , , _ jtr i "1' ' j - Dearlieairt, I love you! Ail the day I wonder If akies are rich with blue Or bending back with tempest and with thun­ der. Dear heart, dear heart, o*er yon! Dear heart, 1 love you! When pole stare are gleaming- Bad stars to me and few-- I wonder if God's lovelier lights are streaming, Dear heart, dear heart, o'er yon! Dear heart, if life had only one bright blossom. One rose to meet the dew, Pd kiss it, climbing to your restful bosom. And wear its thorns for you! , --Exchange, A LITTLE HEROINE. The spring sun was shining brightly on the peaks and slopes of the Andalu- sian Sierras and on the white hamlet that snugly nestled in the fertile valley be­ low. It was a pretty sight--this little village with its small whitewashed houses shining in the morning sun, sur­ rounded on every side by the blue moun­ tains and thick, green forest. The conn- try is very picturesque and wild in this mountainous part of Andalusia, and it is very thinly populated, but the little vil­ lage of Saldana nestled there contented­ ly, as if wishing to be shielded from the hot winds of Africa in August or the cold ones coming from the Pyrenees in January. Saldana people were in general very cheerful, polite and sociable to any stranger who by chance strayed among their wilds, but now the village wears a mournful aspect. The streets are de­ serted, the houses, clean and neat ad, "little silver cups," have their ever hos­ pitable doors closed. Once in awhile a woman is seen on the street going quick­ ly on some errand, and returning imme­ diately with all possible speed to her home. The reason for this depression was that the Carlist war was waging hotly in Spain, and the day before news had reached Saldana that a Carlist detach­ ment composed of the fierce northern Basques, followers of Don Carlos, was approaching the little town. All the able men of Saldana had joined a small company of the royal army and were concealed about in the mountains, from whence they expected to surprise the Carlists, to whom this part of the country was unknown. About noon of the day after the news was received, Petrona, wife of Juan Alvarez, the carpenter of the village, called Gloria, her eldest daughter, a ehance. Will yon lead tts to where the royalist soldiers are?" Gloria raised her beautiful eyes to the man's face, eyes that at this moment were more angelic than human,* and without faltering said in »low voice; "No, senor.", j "You little devil!" roared the man, now possessed of an uncontrollable fury, •Til teach you to fool me like this. Pull her down from the horse, bring some strong rope and bind her hands and feet!" he shouted to his men. There are no crueler or bloodier wars than those waged between brothers, and in this Carlist war both parties com­ mitted some acts that make those who hear of them wonder if the . wretches who were guilty of those atrocities were human beings or wild beasts. Pale as death and trembling lay poor Gloria at the feet of this human tiger. Her lips moved. Perhaps she was re­ peating the prayers taught her by her mother. Still not a tear dimmed the soft luster of her eyes. "Do you see that precipice? It is very deep. If you do not tell me, I will throw you over there, tied hftnd and foot as you are now. You will die a hrjfrible death. Only one thing will save you. Now tell me where the enejny* is camped." j "I cannot, se^or." I There was a wild cry that the Carlist officer would hear until the day of his death, and then, after a few minutes of complete silence, the captain gave the order to march forward to find a camp for the night. Not for the world would he have passed the night there. I Five hundred feet below the setting sun lighted a dark, motionless mass by the side of a little mountain stream flow­ ing and * murmuring over the smooth pebbles, as if singing a hymn in honor of the heroic Gloria. i In the little village church of Saldana there is a small marble stone with the name of Gloria Alvarez, on which is re­ corded the deed by which she saved the royalist detachment. And when the stranger exclaims, in admiration of her courage, "She was a wonderful child!" the old sexton, who delights to tell her story to the visitors, interrupts with con-, viction, "She was nj child, senor; she was one of God's own angels!"--Am alia Solano in Short Stories. 1 , < Live Within Your Means, Mk American capitalist, who is a keen observer, is reported to have said that he did not believe that there was an Ameri­ can citizen whose income represented a1 Salary who. was not living beyond his' IN LARGE VARIETY. Directlyfrom first hands, at depression prices, and Have made ft cateful selection of goods suitable to our trade, in cost and quantity. Messrs. Joseph Beifield & Co^gps^^r of Chicago, who are admitted v ' . • by all to be the foremost* : and largest manufacturer! correct styles of Ladies*. Misses' and Children'! CLOAKS NEWMARKETS CAPES, O •• A ' - ' * ' -Cs, <V; o^cauEg, AM ULSTERS { !In the Uuited States. W e carried over a few garments last year which we t«hipped to th auction hou^e of Messrs Geo. P, Gow & Co , tor cash, and this will give us »n exclusively new st"c&, free of all sticktis. or out-of* style garments Our styles are the newest, and we carryall sizts in colors aud bl-tcks, all wfll made and of the be*>t bt material* stock is very large, with prices the lowest, means. And he added that, if the man' pretty 15-year-old girl with dark curly had a family, he was bringing up that - Senator Proctor's Quarry. Senator Proctor is'the owner of one of the most valuable marble quarries in the country, and his home at Proctorville, in the Green mountains, possesses a beauty unrivaled m mountain districts. His eldest son is manager of the works. Some idea of the value of these quarries and the enormous amount of work per­ formed can be estimated from the fact that there are 15,000 names on the pay­ rolls of the company, and the village of Proctor is made up entirely of the em­ ployees. There are 500 cottages in the village--beautiful little two stox-y dwell­ ings--that are rented at $7 per month and always kept in the most perfect repair. The drives in and around the neighborhood are solidly macadamized by the hard marble siftings from the mines, and one may drive for miles over the picturesque roads on a roadway un­ exampled for smoothness and freedom from dust.--Washington Post. " A Dying Man's Vision. Judge John Stone, a pioneer settler of Livingston county, Mo., and for several terms a member of the county court, died at Utica on "Wednesday, aged 88. He had been unconscious for some time before death, but Saturday night roused and said his eldest son, Samuel, of. Mar­ cel, Cal., was standing by him, but would not speak. Snnday a telegram came announcing the latter's death at the hour when his dying father saw him at his bedside.--Chicago Record. hair and big, black eyes, and putting in her hands a large basket, said: "Go, child, to La Quebrada and carry something to eat to your poor father and brother and take care that no reprobate Carlist fees you." Gloria took the basket and briskly went on her way without misgivings, for no Carlist had as yet been seen near Saldana. She had walked about a mile from her home by a path cut into the rock when the song that came so merrily from her hps stopped suddenly, for on reaching a big rock which marked the half way between Saldana and La Que* brada an unseen person cried to her: "Halt!" Mechanically Gloria paused on her way and looked around her. As if by magic she saw herself surrounded by many soldiers on horseback, and this was not the worst--she recognized by the uniforms and colors that they were followers of Don Carlos the Pretender. One of the men, who seemed to be their leader, approached her and asked: "Where are you going?" The poor child was so frightened that she burst into tears. The officer dismounted. "Let me see what you have in that basket," he said. "Ah, food! That is good. We have not had anything so good for a long time-- eggs, bread, meat, fruit. Now, my dear, you were taking these provisions to some royalists concealed about these mountains, were you not? Now, tell me where they are." , ,, v Poor Gloria knew that if she told him the place of their concealment all the soldiers would be slain, including her fa­ ther and brother, for the number of Carl­ ists was so much larger than the royal­ ists. In her fright she thought their number reached many thousands. On the other hand, if she refused to tell where the royalist soldiers were, she was sure these monsters would kill her. The commanding officer took the bas­ ket from her arm and gave it to one of the soldiers, then said in his strong, harsh northern accent: "Look here, girl, you were taking food to some soldiers around here. I know that. If you lead us to where they are, I will give you Ihese two shining gold ounces. If you refuse, I will shoot you with this nmsket. Do you understand? Now go ahead?" A desperate resolve was forming itself in Gloria's brain, the undaunted cour­ age of her ancestors began to rise in her soul. She turned to the captain and said: "Yes, I know where they are, but they are very far away. If you wish, I will take you to them." "That is right." The captain ordered a soldier to give her one of the extra horses captured in the morning, and, tying a rope^which he kept in his hand, to the neck of the ani­ mal, he told her to lead on Everybody followed her. Across clear streams and roaring torrents she took them. They walked by dangerous paths beside deep precipices. Here and there they crossed a picturesque valley. After nearly four hours of incessant marching, and when the sun was in his descent toward the horizon, Gloria stopped, and turning to the captain said: "I am too tired and can go no far­ ther." The Basque eyed her suspiciously and asked: "Are we near their camp?" "I do not know. I have lost my way." "You lie, girl!" shouted the man furi­ ously, shaking her roughly by the arm. "Yon have purposely misled, us, and taken us miles from them. Now, for the last time, I'll give yon one more family to standards and wants that he could not honestly gratify. Our own ob­ servation does not bear witness to this assertion. But if the alleged fact be true to any considerable extent it must be regarded as among the causes of -the many embezzlements and other pecun­ iary delinquencies which have become so common of late years. "Playing the races" has been the ruin of a multitude, but living beyond one's means must bear part of the blame. And it is more serious than is commonly im­ agined.. It involves false pretenses and fraud. It is a mean species of crime, and yet often committed without any compunction. Men are afraid or ashamed to say, "I can't afford it," and yet are not afraid or ashamed to contract debts which they know that they cannot hon­ estly pay.--Christian Intelligencer. Stage Love Versus Real tore. Does stage love impair real love?--Boston Globe. We cannot say for sure, but we guess not, or anyhow not always. Perhaps, in truth, real love and stage love are often of the same essence, of like substance, of similar quality, and closely akin to each other. Indeed, for all we can say, the resemblance between them may be marked, or even very marked. Ask the younger Dumas or M. Pierre Loti or Mr. Robert L. Stevenson or, in case all those persons have gone out, ask the well in­ formed Mr. William D, Howellsof thia place, who rarely ever goes out, except to collect the proceeds of his copyright from the publishers of his novels. We are unable to say whether Professor Helmholtz, the German chemist now in this country, who is a man of analysis and apprehension, could throw any light on the subject. But we can tell the Bos­ ton Globe that it is very foolish in put­ ting its question about stage love and real love to stage lovers and real lovers, as it has vainly done. The question is of the gallipot.--New York Sun. 'flie Pearly Gates Ajar. An ancient legend says that the angel on guard at the dck>r of heaven was once asked by an inquisitive passer if more married or more single women passed through. "More married ones." he promptly an­ swered. "Indeed!" said the questioner, who was a man, and who immediately began to plume himself. "Their husbands' vir­ tues of course admitted them. That was right. The stronger should aid the weaker." "No," replied the angel, "that is not the reason." "Then what is it?" "Well, if you must know," said the angel confidentially, "we pass them first on their 'own merits. Lots of 'em get through that way. Then, when we can't find any other recommendation for a married woman, it is written against her name, 'These are they which have come up out of great tribulation,' and the gates fly open." Hunting Lions. " Among the Arabs, where the lion is hunted with success, the hunter studies his beast before engaging in battle. If he i§ very fat, there is little danger in pot shots. If he is lean and spry, the Arab will maneuver for a coign of van­ tage from which he can pour in three or four shots before coming to close quar­ ters.--Exchange. Why He Thought So. Banker--Do you know if Clutcher is qnick in handling money? "I think so. He's been twice in Can­ ada, I know."--Chicago Inter Ocean. 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