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it HE SMILE THAT AWAITS ME AT HOME Something I own that wealth cannot buy And nor offered for anle on the mart, Something for which the great often sigh With an unhidden void in the heart, Something Doespesed by one little spot In a corner I know on earth's loam, "Waiting for me in a neat. cos- cot, "Tia a sweet, loving smilo in ray home. When all the world is dreary and cold. And the cloud darkly hang o'er the way. Friendship and honor purchased with gold, And a world seems to win to betray Still one fond thought thro' shadows will shine, As I back to that humble cot roam, Feeling as rich as wealth-laden mine With a sweet, loving smile in my home. When that bright scene shall vanish and fade Into visions of heaven beyond The earth gvow dim death's misty shade, With the forms BO loving and fond Yet will remain forever in mind, Though afar in the heavens' broad dome, 'Tho sweet, happy face, loviug and kind. With tho smile that awaits me at home. Inter-Ocean. JOSIAH^IuCK. BY ABB1E M'KEE% ER. OW, Josiah, do be careful son, you've never been to the wicked city, and I reckon circuses are about the worst places going any how. I do wish to gracious you were not so set on goin' "there. Selling the load of potatoes and seeing the sights ought to be enough "I wouldn't drive no forty-odd miles for the potatoes if it weren't for the circus, I know that," and 20- year-old Josiah Leach cracked his oowhide whip about the horses' backs* and away he went rattling oyer the hill while his old mother stood by the bars and watched him as long as he in sight. "He's such a reckless child and so set, but he's no fool," and with which comforting thought she let down the bars that the cows could make their way to the pasture. Josiah reached the outskirts of the city at nightiall and stopped at a small inn for the night. He "was up before daylight on his way to the city market. His pota toes disposed of at a good price, his horses stabled, he set out to find the cucii-} about which such monster bills had found their way even to Possum Hun. "I reckon I'm in time for the pa rade. Yes, here she comes! Goodness! wasn't I lucky." He was indeed lucky, the circus troup and menagerie was approach ing with all its brass band, handsome horses, and elephants, and open mouthed and ed Josiah watched it until the last little pony had passed, then he at once set out with the crowd of small boys who were following it. Once withm sight of the majestic tents Josiah felt it hard not to omit a boyish shout of ioy, the dream of his lne was about to be realized. He lolled around eating a lunch and impatiently awaited the timefor the pei tormance to begin. His hist experience was that he paid a dollar tor his ticket and the fellow vvho took it coolly told him it was but fifty cents, just what it should be. "You know better than that," said Josiah hotly, "however, I'd pay fifty cents any day to find a feller out." He forgot all about it later when the wonders of the ring began, and the one thing that especially charm ed him was the lady whowas very pretty in spite of the ugly paint and powder, and who threw many bright glances at Josiah and at last a kiss. Josiah blushed, the crowd laughed and the clown tried to make a joke. "Lor, what a beauty," thought Josiah, "how I wish I was a circus feller." Just then one of the candy boys dropped in Josiah's hand a note. Wonderingly Josiah opened it and read: "You have such a good, true lace, and I am such trouble Will you help me? I know you are from the country, perhaps some remote place where my cruel stepfather ould never find me. Meet me at dusk at "THE LADY RIDER." That was all, but Josiah's heart thumped so he felt the persons near him must hear it. Wanted him to help her, poor little thing! So he would as long as he had life. He was at the place of meeting as the shades of night began to gather, and there under a small tree, was & cloaked figure. He approached slowly fearing it might not be the one he sought. "You have come. I am so glad. You must be at the circus to-night and at its close, that is at the close of my own riding, I will dash through under the canvas instead of going to 4he dressing: room. I have a place prepared and you must be at once ready to go out and meet me near that wagon yonder. I will have a bundle of clothes ready but I must es cape in the short dress. Do you un derstand?" "Yes" said Josiah bashfully, "you want to go home with me." "Any where, only sate out of this dreadful life." He was at the performance once more, and had been careful to present but a half dollar this time to pay his fare. The rest of his money, about twenty dollars, he had carefully istowed away in the bottom of his ihip pocket with a revolver loaded in *every chamber on top of it. "No telling what may happen," he had reasoned, "and I am going to get that little thing off if living man can." Everything passed off as usual un til the appearance of the lovely lady rider, and Josiah noticed that her acts were more daring than in the afternoon and that her eyes sought him out and smiled a bright recogni tion. At last she disappeared suddenly and Josiah at once made his way to ward the entrance. There the man in charjre stopped him rudely. "What's up now, Country?" he en quired. "I'm sick," said Josiah, telling a lie so easily it would have caused his own mother a heartache. "Sick all over aud I want to go to bed." "Love sick, I guess," laughed the man. He hurried off with swift steps to ward the appointed place and there, enveloped in a long cloak was the one he wished to see. "Henry!" she whispered, "I fear I have been followed." Her words were prophetic, for at that instant out of the gloom leaped several forms and Josiah found him self pinioned. "What means this, Rosine? Is this a new lover ha, ha, or anew runaway scheme? I saw you slip away and I followed, none too soon it seems. Take him to old Bruno's and shut him up as for you, Miss, you come with me!" To Josiah's disgust and anger he found himself helpless as a baby, and at last to his horror he found him self locked up or rather shut up in a cage with a huge beara tame per forming one as it was in truth, kept near the dressing room, but Josiah did not know this he would have cried for help only the man that left him there told him an outcry would enrage the bear, and only by perfect quietness could he hope to escape. He thought of his revolver, and at last succeeded in freeing his hands, and then he discovered that his hip pocket was empty not only of the revolver but of his money also. Josiah was no fool if he did fall a victim to a pretty face, and he be gan to put matters together. "First thoy stole fifty cents, then twenty dollars. I reckon if was a game from the beginning, and I don't suppose Mr. Bear would eat me at all, he would find me altogether too green. Mammy ought to keep me tied to her apron strings the rest of my lifeif there is any rest Th circus folks had all departed save a few, and the tents were being torn down when Josiah heard a voice near him whisper: "Come, quickly the door is open! We have only a few minutes' time." It was the girl he had tried to be friend. He quietly obeyed her, won dering if she was in it all, and mere ly wanted to rid herself of him quiet iy. "I'd like tojhavemy twenty dollars, they stole." "Never mind the money. Do hast- en'" imploringly. Without more ado Josiah and his companion hurried away in the heavy darkness. "Where did you leave your wagon and horses?" Josiah told her. "Come then, you must get them at once and we will soon be off." In less than an hour Josiah, still puzzled and in none of the best of humor, was on his way homeward with empty pockets and a strange girl crouching in the back of the wagon. "What will mammy say?" he thought. "I'd rather face a canon. Poor thing, she may be innocent. I can't turn her out. Ive got to fight it out but the $20 we need so to buy groceries oh dear, I did get into a pretty mess. If I'd raised a|row I'd got into the pa pers and that'd a been worse and no money back either." At noon they paused to let the horses have some hay. "It's all I can afford," said Josiah. "I've got a quarter left that will get some cakes and crackers I guess, and I reckon we won't starve until we reach home." "I'm not hungry," said his com panion. "I only want to keep hid- den." At a late hour they drove into the barnyard at the old home alight burned into the window and soon the old mother, lantern in hand, hurried out. "Sakes alive, Josiah, how late you are! Why, who's this?" "A lady I found on the way. She begged to come home with me, that's all." "A lady! What did you want to come to Possom Run for?" coldly. "Let us go in, please," said the girl, and I will explain everything, I am very tired." When Josiah entered he found his mother's face had softened. "Supper is ready. I hope you can both eat, the childshe's little more can remain until we see what is best for her to do." But the story of the lost money was not told. Josiah knew it mnst be told by the next day. The most astonishing thing hap pened, however when he went to put his hand in his pocket he drew forth the lost moneyat first he thought it the lost money, but he found this was in two tens, the other had been in fives. He understood but resolved to keep silent, it was evidently the girl's wish. Rosine, as she was called, washed off the remains of the paint and pow der, combed her hair into one lon heavy braid and turned her handsawo whatever she could find to do. handiest girl I ever tn Sh don see how she learned so many things. Poor dear, how she hates the mention of a circus." I Josiah made agrimace. "No won der, so do I." In two years Rosine was his hap py wife a weeks after her marriage a man rode up to their door. At si^ht of him she turned pale. "You needn't faint, Rosine, I brin^ you only good news. The publishing of your marriage led to your discov ery. Your stepfather is dead, and and the fortune once your mother's is your own once more. It's only ten thousand, but it is yours and has been for several months." A handsome new house takes the place of the old, and in its spacious yard Rosine walks with herlittle boy. "There's a circus, mamma," he says, "coming here soon, can't I go? I want to see it so much." Perhaps papa will take you as for mamma, she would rather not." iM 1 A Powerful Cordial. A modest-looking old gentleman had a group of earnest listeners in an electric car recently, says the At lanta Constitution. He was talking about his visit to a town in one of the dry counties. "It was cold when I arrived," he said, "The thermometer was down to zero, if not a few miles below, and I felt that I needed and must have a good, stiff toddy. I went to every drug-store in the town, and as no body knew me, I experienced great difficulty in getting anything. "At last a druggist sold me what he called a bottle of 'strengthening cordial.' He told me in a whisper that it 'would do the work.' I did not believe him then, but I did after wards. "After the first drink," the old man continued, "I felt that the town was a very small one, and that I was the superior of the druggist in every respect. "After the second I felt that it was my duty to whip the druggist, and would have done so if he had not es caped through the window and left me in fnll possession. "After the third drink I went out and inquired my way to the mayor's residence. Arrived there, I told him that he was a small man and that I had come a hundred miles to whip him. "He regarded me earnestly for a moment then, as 1 stumbled' down the steps, I thought I heard him re mark to his wife- 'He's been takin' a dose of that "cordial" stuff that laid me up for six weeks. May the Lord have mercy on him.' 'Amen!' said his wife, piously, 'for he's beyond the help of man.' Here the car stopped and the old gentleman got out, leaving the pass engers to wonder how he got out of town. A Woman at the Old Books Auction. I was over at an auction sale of old books the other day. The auctioneer held up a dusty volume which from the title was worth about ten cents and asked the usual question, "How much?" A woman in the crowd said Fifty cents." The auctioneer began crying fifty cents, wanting to know if he heard "the sixty." As he asked the ques tion his e3res accidentally turned to ward the bidder and she nodded. The auctioneer began crying sixty cents and wanted to know if he heard "the seventv." The women nodded and the auctioneer took the bid and cried "seventy cents do I hear the eighty?" The woman nodded again. This kept up till the woman had run her bid up to $2.50. The auctioneer then asked her name, whereupon he said, "Sold to Mrs. for fifty cents," whereat the crowd roared, but the poor wom an didn't seem to know what the roar ment. She paid her fifty cents, tucked the book under her shawl, and went out.Chicago Tribune. She Blessed Him, There were four or five men lean ing against the City Hall fence recent ly talking politics and progress, when a woman halted before them and asked of one particular man: "Could you let me have money to buy a pair of shoes with?" "Do yon really need 'em?" he in quired in turn. "Very badly, sir and I shall never forget your kindness if you aid me." "Well, here it is," he said, as he put a bill in her hand. "Thanks, kind sir, and may Heaven bless you." When she had moved away one of the group said: "She was mighty cheeky." "Brassiest thing I've seen in a year," added a second. "Do you know her, Bill?" inquired a third of the man who opened his purse. "Y-e-s, more or less. We've been married about twenty-five years, and when I don't come down she takes this way of making me I rather like it I get the credit of being very charitable and she gets the cash."Detroit Free Press. Trusted the Youngster. In some parts of Texas the people live to be very old. An old man of 90, living quite a distance from the nearest town, requiring some family groceries, sent his son, a man 71 years of age. When the son failed to show up with the provisions on time the father reproached himself by saying: "That's what comes from sendin0" a kid."Galveston News. THE .WOMAN'S KINGDOM. INTERESTING MATTERS THE LADIES. 3 FOR The Correct Sty losStrictly In Con- fidenceTho Penalty of Success Confidence of Mother and Daughtera Feminine Carpenter. The Correct Styles. Morning gowns of wash silk are charmingly cool for summer neglige. They are usually of whiteground with small crossbars of distinct stripes of rose, reseda, blue or black, with selv age ruffles as trimming, and ribbons matching the colors of the design. The best models have continuous breadths, with waist and skirt in one. They are made quite full ovejr a fitted lining, and are confined by waist rib bons in rows of a corselet, or set high in the back and crossed to a point in front. A graceful gown of white silk barred with reseda green has a yoke front concealed by wide pleated re vers of the silk, the pleats falling lengthwise from shoulders to bust, then graduated to a point at the waist-line. The back is pleated at the neck and shoulders and shirred across the waist. A reseda belt ribbon of satin two inches wide is shirred in many close rows a length of three or four inches and sewed permanently to the back at the line of the waist, then brought forward to a point in front and tied with long ends. The front is closed below this ribbon, and a jabot of the silk with selvage finish is set down the seam. Thefull straight sleeves are gathered at armhole and wrist, and two selvage frills fall on the hand a band of ribbon passes around the wrist and is knotted on the seam. At the back of the neck is a flaring pleated collar, while in front the rib bon is set to form a point below the throat and finished with a bow. Wrappers of challi or printed mous seline de laine are made for those who require wool garments even in mid summer. Frills of silk and velvet rib bon bows are their trimming. FineFrench nainsook of a delicate color, pale lavender, pink, or china blue, is made up in dainty wrapper gowns oi loose, comfortable shape that serve as lounging-wrappers in the daytime and also as mght-gowns. They are made full and straight, with large sleeves, wide collar, and broad cuffs, with points or scallops button holed on the edges. The front is tuck ed from throat to waist, and button ed straight down the left side, with a scalloped frill as trimming. The back is tucked as a yoke, and there are button-holes worked at near in tervals around the waist, through which a ribbon is passed to diaw the gown closely about the wearer. Sim ilar wrappers are made of white nain sook woven in lace-like stripes and powdered with lavender or blu^ fleur de-lis, coral branches, or polka dots of bright color. Domestic Life in Paris, Life in Paris means what itdoes all large cities the good and the bad, writes Edward W. Bok in The Ladies' Home Journal for August. The casual tourist sees, as a rule, only one side. As a race, the French are merry-making people their very natures seek and crave enjoyment. But their amusements are, therefore, not necessarily of an order below the ken of respectability. It has been my pleasure to see something of French domestic life, and to hear more of it, from sources away from prejudice. The effection which exists between the French father and his daughter is beautiful and almost spiritual. Home and family means as much to him as it does to the resident of any other city under the sun. The French moth er is not only a cook par excellence, but a perfect type of housekeeper. By nature, she is quick, and she accom plishes much more with less exertion than does her English sister. The education of her children is as a gos pel to her. Her religious faith is strong, and she instills it into her children at the domestic board and at eventide. The parents live out-of-doors, but it is rare, indeed, that you see children on the streets of Paris after reason able hours. They are taught to find their cheif amusement in the home and everything is done by the French father and mother to see that the home is attractive to their children. One of the most beautiful sights in the world is to see a well regulated French family, where you will find the atmos phere redolent with domesticity. Strictly In Confidence. Women are certainly a queer lot," said a man the other day. "You nev er can tell what they mean by what they say. Now, a young lady invited me to go to a musicale with her not long since, and on the way confided to me that she was going to England this summer to spend a few weeks with the Duchess of Manchester and a few weeks with the Duchess of Marlborough. Naturally I was overwhelmed by this social disclosure, and when she begged me to keep it a profound secret I as sured her that no word of so import ant announcement should ever cross my lips. You can fancy my surprise when several times during that even ing, aboye the crash of pianos, the hum of conversation and the-tinkle of laughter, I heard a shrill little voice repeating, 'A few weeks with the Duch ess of Manchester and a few weeks with the Duchess of Marlborough.' I don't fancy there was a soul in that room to whom she did not confide her secret before the evening was over, and the fun of the thing is that, she has not gone to England at all, and I very much question whether she ever intended to. Now, what was her ob ject in telling that stuff?" Guileless youth!New York Advertiser. The Penalty of Success. "Did you ever see the wife of a suc cessful man?" I am tempted to ask, when some one points out to me the shining lights of these two friends of mine. Ng that the men are brutal, ill-tempered or exceptionally irritable rather the reverse is true of them they are amiable enough. Yet their unconquerable self-absorption iias made them anything but boon com panions. Their hours of labor or of research are prolonged unreasonably, with intervals of moodiness some times of utter silence. The bubble they follow is ever dancing before then? eyes the fury of pursuit is all-in all, and life apart from that has lost its charm. Their wives share in the triumph of course, and why should they complain? They do not. Like the Dutchman's wife upon his death bed, they are resigned because they have to be. It is only between the lines of their patient faces that one may read the wish of the heart for the old days to come back when things were otherwise.Scrbner Confidence of Mother and Daugh ter, There are many things which a girl should learn from her mother, and which it would be easy for you to tell her, if there were an unbroken habit of confidence from earliest childhood. It is a mistaken ideaso utterly false and mischievous it must have been originated by the very spirit of evil that there is a want of delicacy in a mother speaking to her child of sub jects which are absolutely essential to herfuture welfare: How a mother can be cruel enough to let her child go forth to meet life unprotected by such knowledge passes comprehension. The tender, delicate being is placed myour keeping. If you look back on your own childhood, you will know that early, yery early, before you dream of approaching danger, the veil of ig norance, which too many confound with purity, will be rent asunder by other hands than yours. You will be robbed of what ought to be your dear est privilege.Ladies' Home Journal. A Princess' Adventure. The favorite pastime of the Queei. of the Belgians and her daughter, who are both staying at Ostend, was shell hunting on the sands. One day they extended the chasse aux coquillages as far as Newport, and in order to reach home before dark they were com pelled to stop a steam tram and take refuge in the first compartment, which was occupied by a buxom German lady and her husband. The ire of the former being excited by the presence of a small dog carried by the Princess Clementine, she roundly abused them in German, expressed doubts as to whether they really had taken first class tickets, indulged in uncomplimen tary remarks on their shabby attire, and finally bounced out of *the carri age with the avowed intention of tak ing a cab to the hotel so as to avoid contamination from such vulgar com pany. The Quepn, who delights in traveling incognito, was greatly amused at the adventure. Hieratica. New sort of writing papernew principally because it is made after a very old patternis called "Hierati- ca." There are fashions in note paper, as there are fashions in every thing else, and no doubt the fact that hieratica is made like paper of the ancient priests will be an induce ment for some women to use it. A few men follow these frivolous fashions. It is usually those of the weaker sex who pine for new note-paper and envelopes. It gives them an excuse for writing to their dear but forgotten friends. Hieratica, which is oi a dull ivory color, has a beautiful writing surface and looks very nice with whatever you affect to have printed on your note paper done in chocolate brown. I am told that in a large size it is much used by the parsons who do not preach extempore sermons. I should expect a sermon read from "the paper of the priests" to have a fine old orthodox flavor. It has one superlative merit, important to parsons with small incomesit is cheap. The Woman Who Laughs. For a good every-day household angel give us a woman who laughs. Her biscuit may not always be just right, and she may occasionally burn his bread and forget to replace dislo cated buttons, but for solid comfort all day and every day she is a para gon. Home is not a battlefield, nor life one long, unending row. The trick of always seeing the bright side, or, if the matter has no bright side, of shin ing up the dark one, is a very import ant faculty, one of the things no wo man should be without. We are not all born with the sunshine in our hearts, as the Irish prettily phrase it, but we can cultivate a cheerful sense of humor if we only try.Rural New Yorker. A Feminine Carpenter. A plucky and independent girl is Miss Elizabeth More of Edgeworth, Pa. With her own hands she recently built a neat little cottage, laying the foundation, plastering the walls of the different rooms, and performing all the carpenter work to a builder's taste. To do this she found it necessary to don male attire, and a young girl friend helped her over the hardest part of the work. Miss More is said to be as pretty as she is energetic. She was once a protegee of Jane Gray Swiss helm, and the lessons that stern cham pion of woman's wrights taught her have apparently not been forgotten. fc* & iV i A Professor's Mistake. For the foreigner who attempts en tering society in America, the way is beset with many obstacles, especially in the choice of proper words to ex press the meaning to be conveyed. Professor Mendel had been in this intry but a few weeks when it fell good fortune to be invited to of the first homes of Philadelphia a attraction of which was several dark haired, black-eyed, and and withal very stylish daughters. A most delightful evening was passed in the society of the ladies, and in the enjoyment of a bountiful lunch pre pared in honor of the distinguished visitor. At the proper hour the professor announced that the time* had ar rived for his departrre, and in his leave taking, in his most gallant manner, he thanked the hostess for the very pleasurable evening he had passed in her "homely home" and in the company of her "homely daugh- ters." The coolness that existed be tween the professor and his gener ous hostess and her daughters was never fully dispelled until he ex plained that in Germany "homely" signified "hospitable," and certainlv none could have been more hespita ble than she and her hospitable daughters.Philadelphia Times couhis to onprominent "Get Back in RibbeV." The prevailing high waters and the danger of a sweeping flood calls to mind a humorous incident of the great flood of 1882, which is good enough to repeat. A certain boat coming up the Mississippi lost her way, and bumped up against a frame house. She hadn't more than touch ed it be ore an old darkey rammed his head up through a hole the roof where the chimney first came out, and yelled at the captain on the boat- "Whar de hell is you gwine wid dat boat? Can't you see nuttm? Fust thing yer knows yer gwine to turn this house ober, and spill de ole woman an' de chil'en out in de flood an' drown em'. Wat yer doin'out here in de country wid yer dam boat, anyhow Go on back vonder froo de co'n field, and get back into the ribber whar yer b'longs. Ain't got no business sev'n miles out in de country foolm'roun' people's houses, nohow''' And she backed out Nashville American Beautiful Alice Africanus. A prospective bride has arrived in New York from Hamburg on the steamship Main. She was taken at once to the Hotel Carnivona Cen tral park and introduced to her in tended. The custom house officers called the next day and collected a duty of $140 for allowing her to land. A fee of $700 had previously been paid to a foreign agent for her pos session. But the young lady is con sidered cheap at these figures.- She has soft, melting brown eyes and a beautiful form. Her name is Alice Africanus. Alice is a lioness, 5 years old, and a native of the distant jungles. She was purchased by one of Carl Hagenbeck's men from a na tive of the Orabge river, who had captured her while a cub, knocked the savagery all out of her and had a littie knocked out of himself after a hard struggle of several years, and then led her hundreds of miles through that dark land to the Cape of Good Hope where he sold her. Raided the Jail for Whisky. The sheriff of Pearson county, S. C, never had a more thrilling and doubtless unique experience than that of Friday night last. A large party of completely masked men rode up to the jail in the little town of Roxboro, knocked at the sheriffs door, and when he opened it rushed in and compelled him to surrender the keys. He expected, of course, they were after prisoners to lynch them, but was astonished when they went to a cell in hieh the deputy revenue collector had placed a quan tity of illicit whisky for safe keeping. After they had recaptured the whisky they gravely shook hands with the sheriff, loaded the stuff on a wagon, and, forming in regular marching order, left town as quietly as they had entered it. Is a Machine Accountable? From the Rome Sentinel The queston as to whether anickel in-the-slot machine is amenable to the Sunday laws is in a fair way to be settled in tho Indiana courts. Charles AY. Cook, a cigar dealer at New Haven, in that state, has a slot ma *hine in front of his place of busi ness, which brings forth a cigar when a nickel is dropped in the slot. The machine does business on Sunday as readily as on any other day. The offi cers hold that he is responsible for the automatic working of the ma chine, and hewas arrested. Mr. Cook will fight the case, and settle the status of the slot-machine and its right to work on Sunday. i. The Washerwomen of the Treasury. It takes 500 towels a day to supply the treasury department, and one month in the neighborhood of 15,- 000 towels were used. A great part of the treasury work is dirty work, and every room has anew towel every day. The washing of these towels is done by women who are paid thirty cents a dozen and who are charged with every towel they take away. If any are lost they have to pay for them, and Uncle Sam watches the edrners mighty close in all of his ab business.Washington Letter, M, AA*\.:1