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4 SPLENDID FELLOW,
And How He Came to Win- that Dis
" iiiiciion.
By Lily M. Curry.
Paul Vickcry lingered at the door, twisting
the knob, while his friend, Sidney Elliott,
whom he had been visiting, stood frowning.
"Well," repeated Vickcry, "I'm off. But
what about Mrs. Peck's tea ? Will you go?"
"I don't know; I may." was the reluctant
reply; and Paul went out, wondering what
the matter was.
"Sid is a moody fellow," he muttered; cross
as the deuce."
It was noon, and he would go homo to lunch,
lie thought. So, buttoning his overcoat against
the keen air, he walked slowly up the avenue.
" Balloons ! Only ten cents," cried an old
street-vendor, dangling his wares before the
young gentleman.
"Good heavens," laughed Paul, "what do I
want with them?"
But something in the man's face touched him.
'" I suppose you have a rough time," lie said,
and threw the man some money. "Here, I'll
lake your stock. Givo mo the strings. What,
are there ten? All right, I'm going into the
business."
And off he marched toward the Park.
It was fun at first. Then people began to staro
at his red and blue playthings. !! met several
acquaintances, who chaffed him a little. And,
presently, who should come sailing down Fifth
nvcuuc, in all the daintiness of tcrra-cotta
Batin, but the mostcharniinggirl in the world:
Mrs. Peck's niece, Adelaide Lascclles.
By this time, Paul had begun to tire of his
new property; so he escaped across the street,
sprang into a coupe, and bade tho coachman
drive slowly toward the Park. At each cross
ing, he allowed one of the perplexing toys to
make its escape, until all were disposed of,
whon he dismissed the carriage, and went
home.
Long after the door had closed upon Paul,
Mr. Elliott had continued to sulk. If Paul
were anyone else than Paul, his staunch old
friend, lie would bo angry with him. But he
could scarcely bring himself to a quarrel with
one who was forever heaping him with favors;
for Paul was a young man of abundant means,
and Elliott but a poor lawyer, at the bottom
round. No, he could not quarrel with sunny
tempered Paul.
Adelaide Lascellcs! How the namo thrilled
him. Young, beautiful, but alas, rich.
He SAvallowed an incipient groan, and at
length determined to attend Mrs. Peck's tea.
Mr. Sidney Elliott would have ordinarily
thought it a glorious treat to be served with
thin bread and butter and thinner tea by the
young lady's own hands, but to-night he was
restless and miserable.
Miss Lascellcs wore a gown of royal-bluo
velvet, whoso sumptuous folds, sweeping past
BOKJlose, intoxicated him. lie sipped his tea,
and drowsily examined the quaint Japanese
cup. Occasionally he stole a glance at her per
fect form and classic beauty.
" Eyes of the sca and sky, on a gray day," he
thought, remembering a poem, and also won
dering how any one could see beauty in hair
that was not of the darkest brown. .
Meantime, Paul was begging Miss Lascclles
for tea.
"Dear me! I had not meant to slight you,
Mr. Vickery," she said, laughing softly. " You
Bhall have some tea, though I am not sure you
deserve it."
"And why not, pray ? "
"I believe you purposely retreated tMs morn
ing," was her answer. "Ah, sir, you cannot
convince,me of your innocence."
"But I assure you be merciful."
Sidney had risen from his sofa, and now joined
the group. He noticed that Vickery reddened
like a girl.
"Tell us, then, for whom were the balloons
intended ? It occurred to me you were going
to visit some orphan asylum."
"Would that you had been with mo to sug
gest it. I was too stupid. I let them loose,
one by one, driving up the avenue."
Elliott turned away, and set down his cup;
the tea sickened him. Why wa he here? It
-es no place for him, poor straggler this roso-
lit Paradise, where they sipped sweet draughts,
and talked idle nonsense, and laughed without
a reason. Such places were only for Paul. He
would go. He spoke a few words'to Adelaide,
pleading fatigue. She seemed troubled, just
for a moment, but then a sweet color came into
her pure, camelia-like face.
"Must you go?" she repeated. "I am so
sorry." That was all.
Later, at dinner, 3Irs. Peck said to her
niece:
"So Mr. Sidney Elliott, it seems, had a had
headache to-day. Did you notice that he
stayed only a little while? I have just been
considering which I admire the most, him or
Paul."
"We have known Paul so long," began Ade
laide, hurriedly, then paused. "I should famy
Mr. Elliott is much older," she resumed.
"Of course, of course. And of an entirely
different temperament more nervous. Did
you oversee finer eyes?"
At that moment Sidney was sitting gloomily,
by himself, in his own room. He was glad that
Vickcry did not come in; he did not feel capa
ble of civility. Yet his conscience smote him.
He could not turn right or lefc without stum
bling on some evidence of his friend's good
nature. The enticing easy-chair, the curious
cabinet on the mantel, the quaint table-lamp,
the tine painting on the wall behind him. and
a host of smaller articles all were gifts from
Paul. But jealousy, alas, comes between even
the warmest friendships.
It was late the next morning when Elliott
lose. Fortunately he had little or nothing to
do for the day. He found himself, again, at
Mrs. Peck's, making a call, though, all the
while, thinking how utterly useless were his
longings.
"So glad yon came. We want your advice,"
laughed tho blonde matron, as she shook hands
with him. " We are going to givo a ball. But
where is Paul? We can do absolutely nothing
without him."
"I have not seen him to-day," replied Sid
ney. "But perhaps I could find him at the
club. It is but a step. Let me try."
"Oh, really, no," said Adelaide. "Yon are
too kind."
".Not at alL I shall return at once, in any
event." He made his exit from the blue and
gold boudoir as he spoke.
Paul was not at the club. However, as Elliott
turned to retrace his steps, he saw his friend
driving down tho street, footman-attended, in
the jauntiest cart imaginable.
Paul saw Elliott, and drew up at the corner.
"How do you like this, Sid?"
"Stunning!" returned Sidney, who had a
passion for elegant turnout. " I was looking
for you," he went on. "Mrs. Peck wants you.
But, of course, you can't come."
"I was just on my way to your rooms," 6aid
Paul. "It is as well that we met. You see, I
had intended to ask Miss Lascclles for a drive
in the Park."
Elliott's face paled, despite himself.
"Well?" he queried, coldly.
" But the fact is, I can't manage tho team to
day. I wrenched my wrist this morning, and
it's worse than I thought at first Now, if you
want to do me a favor, take tho rig and my
place."
Sidney started. His heart thumped for a
moment, then sank.
"Thanks. 1 can hardly sunnoso tho lady
wouiu ie pieaseu
rangemcut."
" Nonsense, Sid.
me."
with such an off-hand ar-
I think you might oblige
"Oh, if you put
it that way, it's another
matter," said Sidney, and snramr in
It was by no means difficult to persuade Ade
laide into the drive, especially as these mild
Novenilwr afternoons were growing scarce. So,
while Pap! remained to gossip with Mrs. Peck
aboi't the coming ball, Elliott and Miss Las
celles drove off.
When onoe inside tho Park, Elliott let the
horses take their time. Occasionally, he stole
a glauce at Miss Lascellcs. His heart throbbed
violently. Once, he gave a guilty start; for
their eyes had met. It seemed to him that
ho had looked for a second into Paradise.
Presently just hew he could not tell thoy
camo to talk of men, and professions, and am
bitions. She flattered him with tho suggestion
of a brilliant future, and uttered such encour
aging words, that the blood went leaping in
uis veins.
For monlhs he had worshii
from afar; but with chiva!
even feinted ms lov
his heart was toj
earnest voifl
"Miss Lascclles, suppose a poorbntiimbitious
younjr man should fall madly in love with a
beautiriil woman one .who had everything:
friends position, and wealth to defend her.
Wliat slrould he do? Should he not. at any
cost, conceal his love, until he had won a
name."
" Perhaps," she said, doubtfully.
He dared not look in her face; but he fan
cied he had (caught in the tone of her voice an
echo of hisVown passion. When he spoke
again, it was clearly of himself.
"I have the pnbition and industry, possibly,
to reach success, he said, as if emboldened by
the brief silence ;" but well I know that it
may be years away,though 1 have a great hope
that even now the Tcnso is m my hands which
will speedily settle uiy future."
"Ah," said Miss La&elles, with decided in
terest, "a suit, a great Vuit that you cxpoct to
gain?"
" Yes, a suit involving large interests, which,
if I win, will surely give me an enviable place
in my profession."
"And you will win," she said, brightly; "it
is both my hope and my prediction."
By this time, they had made the circuit of
tho Park and were at Mrs. reek's again.
"I hope I have not vexed you with my con
fidences," he said, breathlessly, as they went
up the steps.
"Oh, Mr. Elliott, I havo been truly inter
ested," she began, reproachfully, then stopped,
for Paul Vickery was coming out.
"Mrs. Peck and I havo arranged every de
tail," he said, lightly.
Elliott tried to bo agreeable.
"Thanks for the team, Yickcry," he said.
"All right. I'll take them home," was the
unceremonious rcjoiuder; and Paul chuckled
as he drove away. His wrist did not seem to
trouble him now. "Had to havo some ex
cuse," he reflected. "Sid is so deuced sensi
tive; hardly daro to offer him anything now
adays." Elliott thought he could not stop to tea, and
Adelaide bade him a rather dreamy adieu.
Mrs. Peck had a habit of saying the most
charming things about everybody to every
body else, and sometimes, all unintentionally,
making mischief. This very afternoon, sho
had sent Paul off with a queer notion in his
head.
"Adelaide will hardly havo enjoyed tho ride
for thinking of your poor wrist," sho had
said, innocently; but her tone aud the know
ing toss of the blonde head had set him to
thinking.
Could it bo possible that Adelaide cared for
him? If such were the case, what would poor
Elliott do? Poor Sid ! Could he survive it?
That evening, Mrs. Peck said something of
the same sortto her niece.
"I think ic was quite self-sacrificing in Paul
to send you off with that Mr. Sidney Elliott,"
and she laughed slyly.
"Oh, aunt!" cried Adelaide. "Surely you
don't think "
"I never think, my darling. I fcnoir."
Adelaide colored, and was silent, remember
ing the words that Sidney Elliott had spoken.
Paul Vickery did not again go to Mrs. Peck's
for two or three days. Then ho noticed a cer
tain shyness in the young lady's manner.
" Good heavens ! " he groaned. " How will it
all end ? I fear Mrs. Peck is right."
Meanwhile Elliott was undergoing a wearing
suspense, for the lawsuit of which ho had
spoken to Adelaide was on trial. He did not
see Paul oftencr than twice or thrice until the
morning of the ball, and then had but a few
words with him, and those on tjie subject of
the suit.
"You look flurried," said Vickery.
Sidney gave a nervous laugh.
"I shall probably be flurried until wo have
had a decision. Our arguments were all mado
to-day, you know."
"Of course, said Paul, who was far more
anxious himself than tho other had dreamed.
"We'll meet at the ball this evening."
Sidney spent a restless day. He was early at
the ball. For awhile, of course, he could not
expect to see much of Adelaide, who was assist
ing her aunt to receivo the guests. But he
found a niche, whence, unnoticed, he could ob
serve her graceful movements aud exquisite
attire. She wore a rich, creamy silk, with
crimson roses at the belt and on the bosom;
creamy gloves, whose soft, wrinkled gauntlets
reached almost to the round white shoulders;
and her slender feet were crimson-stockinged
and slippered.
Presently some one took his arm. It was
Yickcry.
" What news?" asked the latter.
" Success," answered Sydney, in a dazed way,
as if he himself could scarcely realize it, though
it had been seven hours since.
"By George!" cried Vickery, his eyes shin
ing. "Is it so? Then come 'along, old fellow,
and enjoy yourself. No moi-e dreaming."
In due time Sidney had sought Miss Lascellcs
and secured a waltz, after which he looked for
her aunt.
Mrs. Peck found a quadrille for him. She
was fonder of dancing, even, than Adelaide.
It was over his waltz with Adelaide, and,
still giddy with the sublime rythm, and tho
clinging, intoxicating perfume of crimson ro3es,
he remembered that his quadrille with Mrs.
Peck came next It was after the opening
figure that his partner caught him closely
observing Adelaide, who was dancing with
Paul.
"A pretty couple," she suggested, confiden
tially. " Yes," was his faint assent.
"Ah! I often picture them dancing merrily
through life together."
"What did you say?" cried Sydney, with a
hard gasp. "Is there any "
" Oh, I must not be the first to announce it,"
she laughed. "They really have not author
ized me." And then came their turn to lead
another figure.
Sidney's heart was strangely cold and quiet.
So this was the end of it all ! Ho liad been
making a terrible mistake. For of course the
aunt must know. Before it had been a spectre
of possibility which haunted him; now, it was
a demon of certainty.
What booted the success, the inspiring tri
umph, which had been his that afternoon?
He managed after a fashion to get through
the quadrille and creep away to a corner.
The constant music, exquisite at the outset,
turned to ajar of hideous discord. Still he re
mained quiet in his corner, aud saw Adelaide
again dancing with Yickcry.
Tho dull ache at his heart and brain grow
intolerable. He resolved to get away from this
scene of mockery. The glitter of jewels and
shimmer of silken raiment were maddening.
Ho arose to make his way across tho room,
and so met Miss Lascclles.
" I believe I must go," he said, with a ghastly
smile. "And I will bid you a long ood-by,for
to-morrow I go abroad."
"Go abroad?" she smiled, as if he were jok
ing. "Yes, I I have had news to-day sudden
news which will affect ull my future life
how, I hardly know."
Then she realized that he was in earnest, and
wondered why his success (which, strangely
enough, he had not mentioned to her, but of
which Paul hud given her a hint) should have
so altered his plans.
" I am very sorry," sho said, with courteous
regret. "Do not go without seeing us, to
morrow." And then sho turned to a waiting partner,
while Sidney went on slowly toward the stairs,
where Paul confronted him.
"Paul," he Baid faintly, "I would like to see
you alone a little while five minutes. Is there
uo.placo?"
" To be sure, old fellow. We'll go down to
the conservatory."
When they had reached that place, he cried :
"For heaven's sake, Elliott, what has hap
pened ? You are as pale as death."
"It isn't much," said Elliott, feebly. " I'vo
been an idiot.and deserve tp suffer for my folly.
But you've been a true friend, Paul; aud I am
eorrv, if I've acted bearish, these two weeks."
"Well," replied Paul, frankly, "I think you
have been a little bearish. But let that drop."
"If 1 had only known," Sidney continued,
slowly, and with a great effort, " I mightliavo
been spared much pain."
"Of course," said Paul, " and if I only knew
what you refer to, I might unravel the mys
tery. Why not out with it?"
,rDon't, Paul," with a great sob. "Don't
pretend to misunderstand me. If I had known
thero was any prior claim and especially you,
old follow " Then Sydney broke down.
"Sid, you bewilder me. I tell you I've no
prior claim on anything you want. Why tho
deuce don't you oh, you don't mean a lady, do
you?"
" I mean Miss Lascclles," said Elliott, raising
a stem, white
Pa
THE NATIONAL. TRIPUXE:-
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of tho engagement
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soon, or some other poor
But there is no engagement."
"No engagement?" repeated Sidney, staring
curiously.
"Why, of course not."
And Paul's face showed great perplexity.
"Sid," ho cried, abruptly, " if you will wait
till I go back aud excuse myself from a part ner,
perhaps I can explain this matter. Mind you
don't stir. I'll return at once."
And without waiting for an answer, he posted
back to tho ball-room, where he secured Ade
laide for a promenade. Ho had an idea.-
" Kill or cure," ho muttered to himself. " If
she docs not caro for him, it's best he should
hear it from her own lips."
And so he said to her:
" There's a poor fellow, down in the conserva
tory, who has had bad nows to-day. I think
a word of sympathy from you would be vastly
comforting."
" Is it Mr. Elliott? " sho asked, quietly. "I
thought ho had had good news."
"You will fiud him at thc-south end," said
Paul, leaving her abruptly at the entrance.
Elliott started as Miss Lascclles came in.
"Miss Lascellcs," he cried.
She drew near, so near that tho perfume of
her roses mado him dizzy again.
"Is it true," she asked, gently, "that you
have had bad news?"
''Yes," ho said, with infinite sadness. "I
Lave had somo fond hopes shattered."
Ho wistfully watched her face, as if longing
to read something more than pity. But it was
perfectly calm.
"You will despise me for displaying such
weakness," he resumed, "but it has been a ter
rible blow. I have been foolish enough to sup
pose that a beautiful girl might care for, me, and
this evening "
"This evening?" she repeated, steadily.
"I learned of her love for another."
After a little Adelaide spoko calmly.
"You havo my sympathy, Mr. Elliott. It
must be hard to bear. Pcrhups in time, though,
you will como to forget it."
" Never, never ! " he cried, passionately. All
hope was gone now she was indifferent to
him. " I thank you for your sympathy," ho
said, gently. "I shall always remember it.
May I take you in again?"
" I think I will wait hero for Paul."
"Then good-night," cried Sidney, desper
ately, ' and thank you for all."
He fled hastily, fearing ho should do some
thing mad; those crimson roses were so near.
He meant to find tho cloak-room and leave
the house at once. But, instead, he continued
his wild rush up the grand staircase, and en
tered a small, empty chamber.
Here it was still and ho tried to think calmly.
The window was wide open ; a full, yellow moon
looked in from a frosty sky. Scarce knowing
what he did, Sidney fell on his knees and
rested his forehead on the window-sill. The
ball-room music, faint and sweet, and the slid
ing footsteps, came occasionally up to his car.
But he grew quieter, and at intervals peered
out over the sill down, down. Tho distance
offered a horrible suggestion. But he had a
brave heart, after all. "The thong, the rack,
the fire, but not that. Face it like a man," ho
cried, addressing himself. He rose to his feet,
just as the door opened, and some one strode
across the floor. He looked around, and saw
Paul.
" For God's sake, Sid," said his friend, "what
did you say to her? I found her in a dead
faint. I have been hunting for you every
where." " What did I say ? " repeated Elliott, hoarsely,
as if dazed.
Paul shook him a little.
" Wake up. Do you want to break her heart?
I mean Adelaide. Now, come back, and do the
thing properly. Wait a moment. I think I see
where the trouble lies. You've been mistaken
about me, Sid. I tell you now, on my honor as
a gentleman, that, while I admire and esteem
Miss Lascclles, I never yet dreamed of marry
ing her. And judging from what she said
when she first camo to herself, I should iin
agme "
" What did she say?" gasped Elliott.
"Oh, slid began moaning about your having
'gone forever!" And not believing anything
of the kind, I just rushed off in search of you."
Sidney staggered to the-door.
" God bless you ! " ho cried, and hurriedly
disappeared down tho stairs, whilo Paul fol
lowed. Adelaide rose, trembling, from her seat, at
Sidney's approach. - '
" You will not go," sho said, softly, and her
lip trembled.
" Oh, my darling, my darling, bid me stay.
For it is you I love."
He folded her to his heart, and the crimson
roses filled the air with sweetness, and the
music camo in tender snatches from the hall
room and love resigned.
And all this was brought about by Paul. No
wonder that Elliott, to tho day of his death,
will think kirn A Splendid Fellow! Peter
son's. FOR SUNDAY AFTERNOON.
A Little Something About What Is Coins On In the
Kcllglous World. .
Arrangements for tho woTk of Moody and
Sankey in Loudon in tho autumn are already
making.
The Episcopal Church papers are urging tho
celebration of tho centennial of the Church
this year.
There is a good prospect that the Methodist
Foreign Missionary Society will be the first to
establish a Mission in Corea.
Dr. Benson, the new Archbishop of Canter
bury, has been elected President of the Church
of England Temperance Society.
Tho Methodists are making such efforts in
Italy as will soon place them in the van of
evangelizing churches thero.
A Sunday-school boy gave tho following
definition of faith : "It is feeling perfectly sure
of a thing when you havo nothing to back it
up."
Some of the better class of Jews in Eoumania
are making up colonics for Palestine. More
than fifty colonics havo gone within the last
six months.
The Eev. Phillips Brooks, who is in India,
writes to a "friend in Boston that "the sun
never warmed a dearer part of the earth's crust
than America."
When Mr. Moody had his photograph taken
recently, ho had only about a dozen copies
printed for his family and closest friends and
then bought the negative.
An English lady residing in Greece gave a
number of soldiers in the Greek army copies of
the New Testament, and tho Greek govern
ment has compelled tho soldiers to return them.
Christian churches in India and Ceylon are
slowly becoming self-supporting. Of the seventy-one
churches in those countries connected
with the American board, fifty receive nothing
from its treasury.
John, a Scotchman, meeting James, was
asked if ho knew a certain Peter. "Ken
Peter?" said he, "Hoots, man! fine dacl ken
him. Him and me's sleepit thegither in the
same kirk for the last twenty years."
The British and Foreign Biblo Society are to
print a portion of Scripture translated into the
language of the Gallas, in East Africa, by'Bcv.
Thomas Wakefield, missionary of the United
Methodist Free Church. Ho is also busy in
tho translations into two other native dialects.
General Halderman, the American Minister
to Siam, presented the American missionaries
in Bangkok to tho king recently. His maj
esty expressed his appreciation of their labors
to promote tho moral and intellectual welfare
of his people, and, although a Budhist, promised
tq tolerate all religions that had such cuds in
viow.
Thero aro 45,000 places of religious worship
in England and Wales, having about 15,000,000
sittings. The average attendance on Sundays
is about 10,000,000. Tho stated ministers of
religion number 30,000, of whom 23,000 are of
tho Established Church. On evory Sunday
there are delivered 80,000 sermons, or 4,000,000
every year. Thoro are 5,000,000 children in
tho Sunday-schools, for whom they aro 500,000
teachers. There is a stated minister for every
700 persons, or 140 families, a place of worship
for every 500 persons or 100 families, and a
communicant for every eight of the population.
The annual cost for maintaining religion in the
Kingdom is 10,000,000 sterling.
To Consuinptlrcs,
or those with weak lungs, spitting of blood,
jronckilis, or kindred affections of throat or
ings, send two stamps for Dr. K. V. Fierce s
jitise on these maladies. Address tho doctor,
iilo, N. Y.
WASHENRTON, D. 0., THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 1SS3.
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THE
BRIG
DOLPHIN,
Y
A. Sailor's Yap Spun for Our Young
l Folks.
By Richard Doicling.
"It is many a good long year ago since what
I'm going to tell you about happened," said Capt.
William Grant, ofj he brig Dolphin, as he crossed
his legs, sliyok thp ashes out of his pipe, and
settled himself comfortably for telling a yarn.
" It is many a good long year ago, my lads. I
was then a boy thirteeu or fourteen years of
age, aud what I'm going to toll you happened
aboard this very brig Dolphin.
" She was then not more than four years old,
and not one of tho liners could touch her run
ning free. Wo loaded oats in Limerick for
London, and put to sea on a heavy February
day. Wo were hardly clear of the land when
the glass began to fall, and all the heavens
thickened up with the clouds like dirt. I
heard tho captain saying to tho mate, as thoy
stood at tho skylight this very skylight over
our head now, boys that ho didn't like tho
look of it at all. Then ho looked aloft and
into the wind, which was nearly duo east, and
walked aft. As he came back ho said, ' Thero
aren't thrco hours between us and bare poles.'
'"I agree with you,' said the mate; 'and
we're too far off to beat back.'
"In less than an hour we were close reefed.
In less than two the storm was upon us. Tho
wind was something terrible, lads. Before it
struck us with its full force we had taken
everything off her except the fore double
reefed topsail; rnd when the galo struck her
it took that topsail out of tho bolt-ropes as
easily as I chuck that tobacco-pouch across the
table.
"What went after tho topsail I can't tell.
There was a terriblo crash, and remember,
lads, I was ayounker then in a few minutes
it seemed as if everything aloft had como down
by the run. Somo rope or spar, I don't know
what, knocked mo over, and all tho men were
busy with their knives cutting away the wreck
before I came to. By that time both topmasts
were gone, short of tho trucks, and tho great
danger was that tho wreck, which wo were
towing upon our port side, would stave in tho
planks of the hull. Somo of tho stanchions
and bulwarks had been carried away by tho
wreck, and although wo had a dry deck not
a bucket of water had como aboard yet the
Dolphin looked as though she had been hammer
and tongs at it for a fortnight.
"For six-and-thirty hours that galo blow.
Then the wind died away, and it fell a dead
calm. This was even worse than the gale.
Every minute I expected tho brig would
foundor. Now she was in the trough of tho
sea, broadside, now stern foremost, now bow
foremast, now with her quarter to the sea. Sho
was utterly helpless, and during tho galo we
had lost two men overboard.
"All this time we had no exact notion of
where wo were. Tho captain had no knowl
edge of navigation, and no man aboard was a
bit better off in this way. But even if tho
captain had, had all the science in the world,
we had no chance of. taking the sun, no chro
nometer aboard,and, to the horror of all, it
was found out that! in the excitement and tho
danger, no one hadthought of winding watch
or clock, and we wro without the time. Yon
can see, my lads, we wero in a nico fir. Wo
were hundreds of'niiles out in tho Western
Ocean ; the boat and the galley had been swept
away; we cohld hardly show a rag of canva3,
even if a breeze sprang up ; wo were disman
tled; we had no ntan aboard who knew any
thing of navigation ; wo hadn't the time, and
wo had provisions for but one month.
"Days and week? went by, and still we saw
no sail. For tho first fortnight wo were al
lowed tho same grub as usual ; but then we
were put on half-allowance. Wo had, by somo
fortunate good chance, an extra barrel of water
aboard; and whether it was owing to the
weight of tho barrels, or the secure way in
which they were- lashed down, they had not
been washed away. If they had, wo should,
of course, havo died. Tho grub was safe
enough in tho harness-casks at the foot of the
companion and in the lockers.
"At the end of ,six "weeks we had ono barrel
of water, and two days' half-allowance of grub.
Still we saw no spitT Wo gave ourselves up f r
lost. In six weeks and two days tho last bis
cuit was gone, the last pound of Ijeef eaten.
Wo still had a cask of water untouched, and
with that we could manage to live fora few
days longer ; but I think by this time we gavo
ourselves up. Still the sea was rolling and
tumbling around us, every now and then
sweeping the decks. We were all as weak as
children by this time, aud if the pumps had
wanted tending for more than fifteen minutes
out of the two hours, we could not have mauned
them regularly. What made matters worse
was that, beyond tending tho pumps, we had
nothing to do. We had plenty of coals yet,
but we had nothing to cook.
" I have been often out in a bad gale since,
,but I'd rather ride out tho biggest storm of
wind that ever came out of the heavens, than
lie another six weeks helpless like that in the
Western Ocean, with the waves running moun
tains high.
" There was one man among tho crew, Jim
Clarke by name, I never liked. He was a tall,
thin, dark-bearded sea-lawyer, with a list to
starboard. I will say-he was a thorough sailor,
and know his business as well as any man in
the brig. But he was always grumbling and
growling, and ever since wc came to be put on
short allowance his grumbling and growling
grew worse and worse.
"None of tho men liked Clarke. Ho was
always trying to stir up a mutiny about some
thing or other, and the first day we were put
on short allowance, when it was his watch
below, I heard him say :
"'What I want to know, men, is this: Hero
we are, sticking by this brig out in the West
ern Ocean, and now we're cut down to half
victuals. Are tho owners going to make up to
us for half starving us while navigating this
brig? When I'm aboard this brig my wages
arc running on, and why shouldn't my full
victuals bo running on also? '
" I'll tell you what it is, Clarke said one of
the men, with a grim laugh, it I wero you,
and didn't like my berth, I'd pack up my bag
and chest, and step ashore.'
"At this the other men laughed, and Clarko
knocked off, and said no more about the matter.
"But now that we hadn't a pound of beef or
a biscuit, and wero already weakened by ex-J
posure and short grub, Clarke spoke more
openly. He said:
" 'Hero we are now without a blessed mouth
ful of grub aboard ; and all this time since we
wero put on short victuals we've been saving
tho owner ninepence a day each man. The
cargo and the ship are insured, and if wo don't
live to get ashore the owner will have all the
value of the brig from tho insurance people,
and all tho wages too except those who drew
on advance notes. Now I'm blowed if I'm go
ing to let tho bwnera'have all ray money, for I
got nothing on an advance note. I'm not one
of the sort that want to die. I want to livo,
and I mean to live; and I want to get my
money.' 3
" Tho other men said they all wanted to livo,
but how was it to be done ?
"Clarke suddenly looked round, and there
was something in his evil eye which made my
blood run cold. Never in all my life before
did I see 60 horrible an expression in any man's
face. There was something in it like you see
in the eye of a rat when ho turns on you in a
corner. Then ho said, in a low, clear voice:
'There are uino of ua; wo havo nothing to do
but tend tho pumps. Why shouldn't ono of us
go for the good of thd others? '
"The three men gavo a groan of horror.
'No,' said one of them, indignantly; 'we wero
messmates together, and we can die together,
like men not like brute beasts.'
"I think these words and the way they wero
taken by the other men showed Clarko he had
no chance of arguing them into what he wanted
them to do. All the romaindcr of that watch
below thoro was no other word spoken; and
when wo went on deck (wo had to guess tho
time, of course, for we had no watch or clock
going) tho men avoided Clarke, and when ho
caught hold of a pump handle with another of
the men, that man dropped tho handle and
walked aft. I tell you, my lads, that if
the men were disgusted, I was frightened well
nigh out of my life. I sat or lay thinking on
the deck all that watch, wondering what would
become of us.
" I thought to myelf, ' Can it be possible that
we are aboard thjs brig, with close updn two
hundred tons of oats, out of which no doubt
somo sort of food, could bo nrade, andhat,
whilo we have water tomako it with, wo dust
cither dio of hunger or turn cannibals?'
"Just as tho capiain and his watch cametpn
deck a thought suddenly struck me, audL
went up to him he was a kind man, and I
wasn't a bit afraid of him and said, 'May I
speak with you aft, sir, for a minute?'
'"Certainly, boy,' ho said. ' Come this way.'
" 'If you please, sir, Jim Clarko said in the
cabin, in our watch below, that it was better
ono of us should be killed than that all should
starve.'
"'If Clarke,' said tho captain,' 'talks any
more such horrible ronseuse, I'll throw him
ovor the side to cool him.'
" ' Aud, if you please, sir, I thought just when
you came on deck that we might be able to get
Some oats.'
' ' But, hoy, wo can't touch the hatches. You
know that very well; and even if you got at
the oats, what could you do with "it? We're
not horses; wc can't eat oats?'
"'No, sir; but if wo broke through ono of
the after-bulk-heads we could get somo oats,
and we could grind it up in the coffee-mill, and
boil it and make porridgo.'
"'Hurrah!' said tho captain. 'Well said,
youngster. We ought all to bo keel-hauled for
not thinking of that before. Our brains must
have got stupid with hardship and hunger.
Come on, men. Cheer up. Tho youngster has
done the trick, and we ought aU to be ashamed
of ourselves.'
"In a very few minutes the carpenter was
at work boriug an auger-hole in tho bulk-head
between tho hole and the captain's state-room,
and in a very few miuutcs more we had a
couple of buckets of oats. We put on a pot of
water; we roused up tho lire; wo clamped tho
coffee-mill to the cabin table; and while ono
man attended the fire another ground away as
hard as he could.
"When all was ready the captain called all
tho men down to tho cabin and shut the com
panion on tho inside so as to keep out tho water.
Then he said : 'My lads, we have to thank this
youngster here for this lino supper of porridgo
when we are on tho point of starving. Thero
is ono amongst us who shall havo no porridgo
to-night. Jim Clarko wanted us to turn man
caters. He shall make his supper to-night of
tho top of a belaying pin. But to-morrow
morning, just to show him we're not as great
brutes as ho, we will givo him half a plateful.
Now, my lads, let us all thank God, and then
you fall to.'
"The captain did not eat a mouthful until
all of us had finished, but I warrant you that
did not take us long. Jim Clarko begged
and howled for some, but tho captain would
not givo him a spoonful. 'No, my sonny,'
said he; 'you'll do to-night on cold water, and
if tho night's fasting kills you we promise
not to eat you up, but to throw you overboard
as if you wero a good shipmate and no man
eating sea-lawyer.'
" For five days more wo drifted about in tho
Western Ocean, and were then sighted by a
homeward-bound bark. Sho bore down upon
us, and sent a boat aboard. Soon we had plenty
of provisions. The captain of the bark offered
to take us all off, but our captain refused to go.
Tho bark fortunately had some spare spars,
which were thrown overboard and towed to us
by the boat. The captain also gavo us somo
spare sails, and enough provisions to lost us for a
month, and he sent his own second mate, who
had passed in navigation, aboard us.
" When the captain of the bark had done all
this he promised to stand by us for a day 6r
two to sc6 how wo got on. At the end of that
day wo had got a jury-mast rigged to tho fore
mast, and on this we sot a large square sail.
Next day we rigged up another sail, and, to
make a long story short, crept slowly back to
the coast of Ireland, aud at last arrived in
Kinsale.
"It was three months before the Dolphin was
again ready for sea. I have sailed in her pretty
much ever since, and met with no accident of
any account. One good thing those two months
in tho Western Ocean did mo was to show me
that every ambitions boy who goes to sea ought
to know navigation. It is thirty-five years
since I passed, and I am now qualified to take
any kind of a craft to any part of the world."
Harper's Young Peqjrte.
The Infancy of the LocomotiTC.
From the if. I". Sun.
In his lecture last evening on "The Growth
of the Locomotive Engine," before tho En
gineering Society of the School of Mines at
Columbia College, Prof. F. B. Hutton told the
story of a race between Peter Cooper's engine
and an old- gray car horse more than half a
century ago. He said that ono of the chief
obstacles to the attainment of high speed in
those days was tho lack of a sufficient draught
through the fire box. In tho stack of Peter
Cooper's small experimental engine, tho fines of
which were mado of gun barrels, was a fan
wheel, run by a belt to increase the draught.
With this device, it was thought that the loco
motive would outrun the car horse, and a raco
was arranged, the engine and tho horse car to
run on parallel tracks. The start was even, the
lecturer said, but the engine soon began to
draw away from the nag. The distance was
increased, and the prospect of a brilliant vic
tory for tho locomotive was all that could havo
been desired, when the belt slipped off from the
fan wheel. Peter Cooper lacerated his hands
in an attempt to readjust the belt, but it proved
fruitless, aud instead of distancing the old gray
horse, his locomotive and the experienced nag
came in neck and neck.
Among tho pictures thrown upon the screen
was that of the locomotive, "Best Friend,"
which was used on the Charleston and Ham
burg Railroad in 1830. Tho position of tho
negro fireman was well up in front, aud tho
noise of steam escaping from tho safety-valve
annoyed him. He invented a method of doing
away with the annoyanco. It consisted of
pulling the valve rope taut and sitting on it.
It worked till the boiler burst, and tho darkey
was blown out of the company's employ.
Thirty-two Years in Search of a ITife.
From the if. Y. Sun.
Richard Zeigler, colored, residing in theState
of North Carolina, recently received tidings of
his wife, from whom ho has been separated for
thirty-two yoars. He has been looking for her
ever since the war. She was sold by slave
traders and he gradually lost all trace of her
whereabouts. Lately he received a telegram
from her in Georgia, and started for that
State to bring her back. He is sixty years
old, and has saved mouoy and spent it liberally
in his search. When ho received the telegram
ho wept for joy. He has called a meeting of
his grand children, and next week will have a
big reunion.
windless Bain.
By Paul n. Hayne.
The rain, the desolate rain !
Ceaseless and solemn and chill I
How it drips on the misty pane,
How it drenches the darkened sill I
O scene of sorrow and dearth !
I would that the winds awaking
To a fierce and gusty birth,
Slight vary this dull refrain
Of the rain, the desolute rain.
For the heart of the heavens seems breaking
In tears o'er the fallen earth,
And again, again, again,
"We list to the sombre strain
The faint cold monotone,
Whose soul is a mystic moan
Of the rain, the mournful rain,
Tho soft, despairing rain.
Tho rain, the murmuring rain !
Veary, passionless, slow ;
'Tls the rythm of settled sorrow,
The sobbing of careless woe I
And all the tragic of life,
The pathos of long ago,
Conies back on the sad refrain
Of the rain, the dreary rain;
Till the graves in my heart unclose,
And the dead who ore buried there,
From a solemn and weird repose
Awake, and with eyes that glare
And voices that melt in pnin,
On the tide of the plaintive rain,
The yearning, homeless rain.
The long, low, whispering r.iint
"What Shall I Dream About, Mamma!"
By Chara BroughtonJ
" What shall I dream about mamma ?
Tell me some lovely and pleasant things."
"A green meadow frosted with dasies white,
Where buttertlies flutter on yellow wings.
" Dream of a little brook that lies
Cradled in leaves aud mossy stones,
Like a sweet child lying with half-shut eyes,
It smiles and murmurs in low, soft tones.
"Gentljr its waves o'er the pebbles creep,
Auon it will dance in the sun's bright beams,
But now little rogue! be is fast asleep;
May the brooklet murmur all through his
dreams!"
Begin Early in Life
to cleanse the teeth with SOZODONT, and you
will be repaid in maturer years and very prob
ably in age, by the possession of sound molars
and incisors, which will give you a more
youthful look than you would otherwise have,
and enable you to chow without incurring the
penalty of a toothache. And when you have
children, use tho same fragrant preparation
and thoy will havo ample cau3e to bo grateful
to you. Don't omit it for a siuglc day.
FROIf GRAVE TO GAY.
Incidents and Anecdotes, with a Dash
of Humor Thrown In.
One of the Kesnlts of tho TTar.
From the Atlanta Constitution.
In ante-war times there lived in Meriwether
county a don't-care sort of a negro, named Jack
Wilson, who could neither read nor write. Ho
had gained his freedom in somo way or oilier,
and gained his livelihood by acting as a sort of
director-general to famous horses in his nemh
borhood. Jack becaino attached to a servant
girl who was owned by a man named Gates,
one of the wealthiest men in Georgia, who
owned thonsands of acres of land, and with his
family lived in lordly style. The servant girl
was a bright mulatto, ami Jack was a shade
darker. They mado a match of it, and wero
married under the order of things that existed
in war times. At the same time- Jack had a
slave-time wife in Virginia, but sho was as
black as coal. When the war closed and the
slaves were declared free, Jack took his Georgia
wife to bo his partner for life, and by living
with her for a stated period she became his
wife according to law. As soon as he was mar
ried Jack showed a sudden spirit of industry
thai astonished everybody. His careless habits
wero thrown aside, and ho went to work with
a will. The wealthy Gates died, and tho broad
acres fell to tho possession of the heirs. Jack
worked on tho place, and was saving and care
ful. The Gates family had lost everything ex
cept their land. Hundreds of slaves wero freed
by tho new order of tilings, and tho vast and
princely fortune was gone. Tho heirs could
not adapt themselves to tho situation. Finnlly,
pressed, thoy sold fifty acres of land to Jack ;
then they wanted moro money, and Jack stood
their security at tho LaGrange Batik, and
when they wero unable to pay he would take
up tho notes at bank and trade" for a piece of
the Gates plantation. Ho worked with a
vengeance, and all his family worked. Old
man Jack became a noted and honored citizen
of the county. Ho was industrious and pros
pered. In the mean time his old master's
children continued to sell him parts of tho old
homestead. Finally ho owned it all and was
rich. Three years ago ho decided that it was
his duty to provide for his old Virginia wife,
so ho sent for her, and she with her children
came to him. She was given a house on tho
plantation, aud is well provided for. Jack
owns now tho magnificent place of abont 1,500
acres. His credit at tho LaGrange Bank is
good, and he can borrow all the money he
wants on his simple note of hand.
General Sherman's Boyhood.
Gath in N. Y. Tribune.
I was talking to General Sherman last week
about his early days in Lancaster, Ohio. Ho
said that his mother had only $200 incomewhon
her husband died, and eleven children on her
hands, and that Thomas Ewing, sr., having ex
perienced 6ome kindness from Sherman's
father "though," said General Sherman, "my
father did not begin to have the ability of
Ewing" the latter told Mrs. Sherman he
wanted to bring up one of the boys as hi3 own.
She was loath to lose any one of them, but
Ewing insisted and thought of taking two
othere, respectively. "But," said the General,
with a grunt of laughter, "they said I was the
smartest and he must take me." "Was Secre
tary Ewinga man to give much time to children
I asked?" "No," answered General Sherman ;
" but he was a very just man. He was steady
and unwavering where he made up his mind to
help anybody. I took my chance with the rest
of theboys, was treated neither betternor worse,
and he sent mo to West Point. He was one of
the greatest men of his country," said Sherman.
"He was an ingrained Whig, and when Harrison
was elected, that old general was a mere shell
and was entirely the construction of the posi
tive spirits like Thomas Ewing, who rallied
about him and held him up." Said I: "Gen
eral, that march of yours to the sea was a very
big thing." "Pshaw!" said Sherman, "going
to the sea was not the thing at all. That took
me too far on my right flank. The genius of
that march was after I left Savannah, when I
went right straight for Joo Johnston's army,
and there I should havo gone in the first place
but for a political and popular belief that I must
communicate with the fleet and get provisions."
Tho Ilandsomest Lady in the Cabinet.
From the Boston Herald.
Mrs. Brewster i3 tha handsomest woman in
the Cabinet parterre. Perhaps you have heard
of tho romantic life of this elegant woman,
who would shine in any society in any land.
She was the daughter of Robert J. Walker, at
one time Secretary of the Treasury. She ac
companied Admiral and Mrs. Semmesto Eu
rope, and Jell in love with a French gentleman,
one M. Delon. A marriage followed, and re
pentance camo only too soon, but not before a
daughter and two sons were born. The un
happy marriage wa3 terminated by Delon's
death, and the widow, poor in purse, was given
a position in the Department over which her
father once had control. The present Attorney
General always an admirer of beauty in
women met her and offered her his hand and
his wealth and his name for herself and her chil
dren. "You are beautiful," he said, "and I am
hideous, but it will not be the first instance of
the mating of beauty and the beast, and, al
though you may never love me, you shall never
regret marrying me." The three children took
tho stepfather's name. Andre became Andew,
Marc, Mamie. But the younger boy's name
has escaped my memory at this writing. All
have been well cared for and have had every
kindness bestowed upon them. There has
been only one issue of the present marriago, a
boy, of whom his father is extravagantly fond.
I saw a picture of tho two taken together, the
face of the brilliant man with the terriblo
scars which he will bear to his dying day, and
the fresh, sweet face of tho boy beside him.
Telephoning by a Beam of Light.
From the Cincinnati Commercial Gazelle.
Prof. Alexander Melville Bell, father of Mr.
Alexander Graham Bell, tho inventor of the
Bell telephone, and his brother, Mr. Charles
James Bell, of Toronto, Canada, have been in
the city since Monday. In tho course of a
half-hour talk yesterday Prof. BeU said :
"I havo heard sounds conveyed by abeam of
light."
" Articulate sounds?"
"Yes, words. No practicable application has
yet been made of this, but there will be."
" How did you manage it?"
" It was in Boston. Tho wires were stretched
from the top of the Institute of Technology to
somo other high building, the name of which
escapes me. The sun's rays wero received in a
parabolic reflector. My son spoke against the
back of a diaphragm, the front of which was
silvered. The vibrations of the voico created
vibrations in the diaphragm, and consequently
in the rays of light reflected from the mirror,
and these shaped themselves into articulate
sounds."
An Honest Connt.
From the HartweU Sun.
A man's wife in Hart county, Go., has given
birth to twenty-one children, and has been so
unfortunate as to raise every one of them. We
heard ono of the neighbors say ho was at their
house when a storm was coming up. The old
lady blew tho horn for the children, and she
stood and counted them as they- came in.
Somehow she made tho number twenty-two.
This mystified her, and she declared that she
couldn't remember having but twenty-one. In
order to satisfy herself, she turned them all
out in the storm and let them in one at a time.
She acted as teller while the visitor kept the
tally sheet.
A Belle of the Confederacy.
Atlanta (Qa.) special to A". Y. Time.
To-day, while the closet of an old building
was beiug cleaned out, an electrotype plate, 6
inches by 8, was found. An impression wa3
taken, and it was found to be a die for Confed
erate ten cent stamps, having a vignette of Jeff
Davis. A largo number was printed and dis
tributed as relics. The closet had not been
touched for 18 years, at which time it was in
the possession of Thomas Grady, now dead, so
there is no mean3 of knowing liow it camo
there. Ono gentleman offered $1,000 for the
relic
An Ice Baft Fire Miles Long.
From the St. Louis Post-Dispatch.
A novel scene on the river to-day wa3 the
arrival from Wood River, twenty miles north
of hero, of a raft of ice over livo miles long.
The ice was about six inches thick sud one
solid piece On each end and on tho sides wcr
men with regular raft-oars to keep it in tho
channel, and in the centra was n United States
Hag floating in tho breove. Tho ice-raft wo3
landed at the foot of North Market street and
is now being taken out.
A Xorel Case or Filial DpTotion.
FVom the St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
There is a boy, eight years old, whose parents
live in White county, Ark. Thoy are highly
esteemed citizens, and people of decided culture
and refinement. Tho boy ha3 never been
heard, nor can ho bo induced by any means, to
utter his father's namo or address him even in
directly. His strategy is more than equal to
both his parents and the other members of tho
family, who have laid all manner of plans to
force him into a single utterance of his father's
name. Upon ono occasion they planned not to
get him any boots until he asked for them like
tho othors, but this was a failure also, for ho
went on through thesnow with hisbaro feet just
as though he were in calfskin to his knees. Ho
has a profound respect for his father, and will
follow him about the farm for a whole day at a
time.
Why Rurdett Swore Oft.
From the Pittsburg Post.
" It may bo nows to you since yon have in
vited me to 'smile,'" said Mr. "Bob" Burdette,
the humorist, to a reporter, the other day, " that
I have become a total abstainer. I rednccd
tho matter to figures and found out that to each
man is allotted ono barrel of whisky; n.id by
close calculation, I discovered that I had aranlc
a barrel and a half. In other word3, I had
drank my own and half of some other man's
barrel. I am too honest to rob anybody, espec
ially of tho whisky we get nowadays, and there
fore have quit drinking whisky entirely."
Twenty Tcart After.
From the Syracuse Daily Journal.
Colonel Crihben, of tho Chicago firm of Crib
ben, Sexton & Co., dealers in stoves, was in
Merriam & Gregory's store, this morning, when
Colonel James 31. Gore entered. As each gazed
upon tho other, there was a mutual recogni
tion, though they had not met before in almost
twenty years, and then under the most trying
circumstances. Thoy wero prisoners of war
together at Columbia and Macon, and mado
their escape together. They did not stop to
find easy chairs, but at once sat down on nail
kegs, and for a couple of hours they appeared
lost to all that was going on about them. They
mot like a couple of long lost brothers.
Only Fourteen by mc, Mr. Jones.
Reminiscences, etc. Baroness Bloomfield.
"I dined, at Montagu Honso last night and
had the pleasure of meeting tho Bishop of Ox
ford (Samuel Wilberforco). I was told a funny
story about him tho other day, viz., that when
he was dining with a large party a poor cn
rate who was deploring the largo family ho had
to educate with a very small income, said : 'Do
you know, my lord, I have nineteen children?'
Upon which a very red-faced woman with a
squeaky voico exclaimed, 'Only fourteen by
me, Mr. Jonc3 1' "
Toombs and Xongstreet.
From the Richmond (Va.) Dispatch.
The mention of Senator Toomb3 in the Sen
ato by Mr. Vest has revived a war anecdote of
him. Somo one having- informed him that
Goneral Longstreet intended to arrest him, he
drew up to his full stature and exclainipd:
"That man arrest mo! Why, when I write tho
history of this great struggle his namo shaU
not even appear in parentheses."
BEGONE, DULL CARE.
lVhnt the Fanny Fellows are Saying In the ITows
papers. Pennsylvania piety: An old lady near Bead
ing won't let her husband visit that city since
she read in tho Bible that "Beading maketh a
full man." Grit.
Something strange: His Excellency "Yon
havo brothers? " Captain" One, your Excel
lency." His Excellency "It's curious. I was
talking with your sister and she said she had
two brothers. How is thai,?" Fliegende Blatter.
Food for thought : An author who was-edo
gizinghis own works as conn taining much " food
for thought," was rather taken back by the re
mark of a friend : " They may contain food for
thought, but it is wretchedly cooked. Stillwater
Sun.
A little boy went into the parlor where his
sister was being courted and said: "Brother
Tom told me to ask you what wa3 the date of
your last bustle, for he can't find to-day's paper
high nor low, and he left it in your room just
before supper."
"An adventurous American, who was shoot
ing small game in Germany, said to. his ho3t
that there was a spice of danger in shooting in
America. "Ah!" said the host, "you like
danger mit your sport. Then you go out
shooting mit me. The last time I shoot mine
bruder-in-Iaw in the schtomack."
Why Hobson objected: "Hobson'said Mug
gins, "they tell me you've taken your boy
away from the Graded School. What's that
for?" '"Cause," said Hobson, "the master
ain't fit to teach 'em? " " Oh," said Muggin3,
"I've heard he's a very good master." "Well,"
replied Hobson, apologetically, "all I knows is
ho wanted to teach my boy to spell Haters wit
a 'p.'" New Berne (N. C.) Journal
A preacher in demand : A day or two ago on
the Lake Shore Boad, a young man rushed
into a parlor car and shouted at- the top of his
lungs: "Is there a minister of the gospel in
this car?" "I am one," replied a tall, clerical
looking gentleman. "Oh, I'm so glad!" ox
claimed the young man, grasping the brother
by tho hand. " A lady has fainted in the next
coach ; won't you be kind enough to lend me
your whisky flask? " Drake's Travelers' Mag
azine.
Of his own knowledge: "Do you know ot
your own knowledge that the accused threat
ened to beat Henry E. Abbey the first time he
caught him out?" "Ob course I know it on
my own knowledge. My wife's brudder Jim
was ober at de bar room on Austin avenue, and
while he was dar ho heard Blyford Smith tell
Bob Ferguson dat his wife had it straight from
Sam Macy dat do prisoner had promised to
'sault Harry Abbey de fast time he cotched him.
out. I knows it ob my own knowledge, because
I heered dat from Sam Adams or Bill Perkins
I disremembcr which wid my own. ears."
Texas Sif tings.
Precautionary: Two Irisl
aen came to a guide
post on a wide and desolas
plain. It was get-
ting dusk, and the nnfenc
t trails were scarcely
distinguishable "Fivtrmiles to Glenairlie,1
"
read one of them, pujfing his face close to the
board. " But wbHav them goes to Glenairlie,
shure?" askedjhis companion, looking dub
iously at thewo trails. Aftor a few moments'
meditative" silence, the first Irishman replied:
" We can try one av thim, and then theother."
" But how will we find the way back av we get
lost?" "Shure, wo will take the boord along
wid us," replied the first. And so the two pil
grims lighted their pipes and marched cheer
fully away with the guideboard between them
Burlington Free Press.
A terrible infant: Sirs. Brown and her little
daughter, Edith, were sitting in the parlor,
when a visiter 3Irs. Spriggins, a freckle-faced
lady entered. During the usual salutations
and for some time afterwards Edith kept her
eyes on the visitor. "Why, Edith," exclaimed
her mother at last, " it isn't polite to stare at a
lady so." "Oh, don't mention it, Mrs. Brown,"
said Mrs. Spriggins, adding to Edith, "You
like to look at me, don't you, dear?" Edith
did not answer this question directly, ohe did
not turn her eyes, however, and finally came
tho question: "Be you tho tattooed lady?"
Mrs. Spriggins smiled as though she was biting
somebody's head off, and said really she would
have to go. Mrs. Brown declares that she was
never so mortified in all her born days. Boston
Transcript.
Consumption Cared.
An old physician, retired from practice, hav
ing had placed in his hands by an East India
missionary the formula of a simple vegetable
remedy lor the speedy and permanent cure for
Consumption, Bronchitis, Catarrh, Asthma, and
all throat and lung affections, also a positive
and radical cure for nervous debility and all
nervous complaints, aftor having tested its
wonderful curative powers in thousands of
cases, has felt it his duty to make it known to
his suffering fellows. Actuated by this motive
and a desire to relieve human suffering, I will
send free of charge, to all who desire it, this
Tccipc, in German, French, or English, with
full directions for preparing and using. Sent
by mail by aUdreasiug, with stamp, naming this
paper, 7. A. .t'otfia, 149 Poictr'a Block, Rochester
N.Y.
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