Newspaper Page Text
The clock strikes ten: its warning sound
Reproves my long delay
Yet who from scenes where bliss is found
Would wish to hast away9
And who would stop to count thf hours
Where every path is strewed with flowers,
And bcautious pio-pwt charm the sight!
Foregive my fault! CSood night! good night!
And O' if other words than these
A warmer wish convey.
My heart the welcome phrase would siezc,
1*8 feelings to poitraj
Whatever comfort nature knows,
Whatever blessings Heaven bestows,
Mav these thy peaceful heart invite
To constant joy. Good-night! good-night!
^weet and refreshing he thy sleep,
And all thy visions blest!
Angels their watchful guard shall keep,
Nor evils dare molest.
And in the silent midnight hour,
When fancy with her magic power
Paints distant forms in colors bugiit,
Remembei me. Good night' goodnight!
A Lover's Mistake.
John Lorrimer believed it a sad day
for himself when Mr. Strathlcy came to
Ford to look after the mill, which had
lately fallen into the hands ot Strathley
& Stone, lumber merchants of the me
tropolis, a hundred miies away. Why
had Mr. Stiathley chosen to immure him
self in that little country village whose
society was naturally uni ongenial to a
man of the world? Why, it it were not
because he had een Maigaret on his first
visit to look alter the purchase of the
mill, anil had dined at her grandfatner's
as if he were an old friend? John rea
soned. Were not women as fair in his
own world whom he could love and win,
that he need go out of his way te rob an
other man? Could he not have sent an
agent to reside at Ford, and attend to
the firm's business, in that old-fashioned
corner of the earth, if money-making
were the only attraction? What ma
lign fate had caused him to erravitate to
Foid, where no stranger was ever known
to stay a moment linger than ciicum
stances obliged him? With his fine man
ners and tine clothes, with his palaver
about all things in heaven and earth his
handsome face and figure, was it not hid
ing his light under a bushel? What
coiild he Had in Ford to interest him if
it were not Margaiet?
It was a bitter season for Lorrimer,who
hiving been sweet upon Matgaret ever
since he was a boy in jackets, felt as if
he had established a claim upon her
affections, and was aggrieved to find her
amused by Strathleywalking with him
in season and out of season sitting in the
farm house potcli in confidential converse
or singint: iioir the same old psaltei on
Sunday evening. It was surely enough
to eniage any lovei, and especialy one
who felt so ccilain of his case that he
had delayed about liveting the chains,
and hf.d taken even tiling tor granted be
fore putting the question.
Lorrimer began to study his mirror
for the fiist time in his lite to become
enamored of fine clothes, to suspect him
self ot awkardne.ss and ignorance. It
suddenly occurred to him that he must
have been blind ever to have believed
that Margaret would caie for him, though
he had thought that actions spoke louder
than words though he had taken her
part at school, when the others twitted
her about her shabby gowns and her
wild biother Ben, who had brought his
grandfather's nose to the grindstone
the country people said -and obliged him
to moitgage the farm and this same mill,
which had been his now years ago, in or
der to pay gambling dtbts.
''And seived him right," they grum
bled, not satisfied with the retribution
Providence had seen fit to administer
"served him right tor ed icating Ben be
yond his betteis, till he was that proud
he looked down on his own kith and kin
and ran away to sea,whereall the scamps
go, when theie aint no more money to
make way with. And it waV no great
IOSS, neither," they ueclaied,
went down with all hands on board, off
the coast somewhere, and nobody left to
give the particklers though he's gone to
nis account, and we don't hev no wish to
dispjirage the dead."
All at onee Lorrimer began to look at
himself as it he were somebody else, and
the view failed to satisfy his soul. Cross
ing the biook that flowed through the
miailow, one evening, he met Margaret
"Well met," said she, gaily, showing
him a handful ot water lilies ''See I
fished these out ot the bottomless pond,
in an old leaky wheiry that was rotting
on the shore. Wi'l you have some?"
"Why didn't you ask rnc to get them
foi yo l, Maigaret^ You might have
been al the bottom of the pond by this
"It is bottomless, you know."
"Wny didu't you ask Mr. Strathley
to get them for you?,' he added, as an
The sudden color reddened upon Mar
"Mr. Strathley has something else to
'But I have nothing.else to do that I
should like half as well, Margaretwe
used to be such friendsI used to think
-but no matter whatyou find Strath
ley more to your mind no doubt. I don't
blame you, only we were such old
There was a look of tiouble growing
in Margaret's eyes. ''We are friends still,
I hope," she said.
"Are we? That fellow with his fine
airs and bold eyes has bewithed you we
were happy enough before he came Do
you know what they say in the village?"
"I do not know what they say," she re
plied, with a giowing color and a tear in
her eyes that belied her words. "What
right have they to speak ot me? Why do
you listen, you who pretend to be ny
"Pretend! That's an honest word be
tween you and me! If Strathley had
your good at heait"
"Take care, John don't say anything
against Mr. Strathlcy. You might be
borry for it some day. He ishe knew
my poor brother Benat school, or
somewhere. It does us good to hear him
talk of Ben!" It was hard for Margaret
to dissemble, rnd she did it with a poor
"Blessings brighten as they take their
flight," thought Lorrimer "knew your
brother Ben, did he? and your grand
father listens?" The time had been
when Ben's name had been forbidden,
and the old farmer had sworn that Ben's
shadow should nev^r darken his door.
"People ought to be careful how they
speak of their own fle^h and blood,'"
groaned the neighbors, when the Arctu
rus was cast away, and the last chance of
forgiving Ben" with it. But though
grandfather Bevis had aged aince then,
had begun to have a hault in his step
and a stoop in his shoulders, and grow
a fresh crop of wrinkles, yet even grim
death bad failed to obliterate Ben's mis
deedstheir impoverished condi'ion was
a constant reminder. Mr. Bevis saw his
more fortuna'e neighbors enjoying the
fruits of lands he had cleared with the
horny hand of toil, sitting down to boun
teously-supplied "ables, with a good bal
ance in the bank for rainy weather, while
he and his fared scantily, and hardly dar
ed to look the future in t'.e face, Ben
had been the apple of his eye, and to
have suffered from his selfishness added
another sting to poverty.
"When Mr. Strathly first mentioned
Ben, grandfather just groaned and tod
dled out of the room. Tne next time he
abut his eyes and ade believe to sleep
but now, do you know? he hangs upon
Mr. Stdrthly's words, John, though he
never asks a question. But the day will
come when he will pardon poor BeD, 1
know it will."
"And Strathley, having done mission
ary work, will demand nis reward?" said
John bitterly. "Margaret, do you be
lieve be means faiily by you? Isn't it
just a season's amusement to him?"
"I have no feais," she answered.
But in spite of what folks might say,
Mr. Strathly was at Ford, on and off, all
The mill needed a sight of looking
after," they sniffed "It might run awav
he had taken a mighty fancy to Meg
Bevis, and p'raps she expected to be a
fine lady, anon, and ride in her carriage
and have servants under her but there
was many a hole in the skimmer. "Twasn't
likely but he'd been used to women folks
as could play the pianny, and wear the
fashions as natural as their own skins.
Old Bevis ought to be ashamed to allow
such goings on under his eyes. High
time o'day. too, fir Mr. Stiathley to put
Bevis in overseer at the mill, over the
heads of younger and smarter men, with
no end of wages and nothing to do but
watch the gang-saw! That didn't look
queer, did "it? And wasn't Strathley's
team stabled in Bevis' barn? and didn't
Meg use it when she pleased? and a
mighty smart team, too, no one hos3
shay. And who could tell why he'd
bought the Dean meadow of Bev's, when
it was such a barren waste that the grass
hoppers avoided it? He hadn't no use
for it there wasn't a stick of timber on
it, but it put cash in old Bevis' pocket,
where cash was a stranger, eh?"
Lorrimer was obliged to listen to all
woods he had thought better of it and re
tired behind a flaw of snow.
this without the power of proving 'jt we were on the right trackbut it would
talse, and it made his heart ache as that
organ never ached beloie, daikened the
day and embittered life for him. He
dreaded to meet friend or foe lor fear ot
hearing opinions which he could not com
bat, and they all wondeied that he would
not join in the general cavil. Had not
Margaiet thrown him over for a flashy
fellow, about whom nobody knew any
thing beyond what he chose to tell?
Wasn't leaentment the proper attitude foi
a jilted lover? To oe suie he felt very
hard toward the handsome, well-to-do
gentleman who had stepped between him
and happiness -who slipped so easily in
to the position for which John had served
twice seven years.
He could scarcely bear the sight ot him
dawdling about Bevis' farmas though
to the manor bornbut he was obliged
to own that Strathley showed a surpass
ing good nature, an indifference to his
rudeness that was provoking and that he
was just as ready to be civii and friendly
to him afterward.
"Surely, this is a hard world," thougnt
Lorrimer, "in which it is necessary to
love one's enemy, though he has stolen
the apple of one's eye." Wasn't it in
quiring a little too much of human na
tuie, or at least, of Loirimer's nature?
Still, if he happened to meet Strathlev
on the highway and fared on a piece with
him, talking ot the prospects of lumber
ing the coming winter about provision
ing the camp and engaging men, and that
kind ot rough-and-ieady life, Lorrimer
could not deny but he was a pleasant
companionable fellow enough, with a
deal of backbone, who knew his work
au*l the soit ot people with whom he
had to deal.
"I mean to have a taste of this camp
life myscli this wintei," he said, by the
way. ''I want to know what it is "like
to become brave enough not to heed
poor fate, a hard couch, or howling
"You won't find it as easy as lying, I
reckon," said Lorrimer "a little ot that
kind of thing goes a great way."
"I dare s-iy. Are you going to join
"I? JNo, thank you. I'm looking for
a chance to sell out. I want to raise
some ready money and be off to Cali
fornia, where it grows faster than in this
"Ah, going to leave for good and all?
Any disappointment? She .lasn gone
back on you, eh?"
"Who do you mean?" asked John,
"The girl you are j-oing to leave be
"I have no sweet heart," said John,
"More's the pityit's love that makes
the world go round."
"No, it isn'tit's money."
"If yon want money, my boy, let me
"You I No, thank you, I want no man's
"Lorrimer did not find a purchaser for
his farm before the winter set in, cold
and bitter, with angry storms and biting
frosts. He was still waiting for oje
when Mr. Strathly came from town on a
dark December day, and meeting Lor
rimer, begged he would pioneer him
through the woods to the camp.
"I suppose you know the woods as
well as your own face?" he said.
"Yes," said Lorrimer "only, if it
should come on to storm as it threatens,
we may lose our reckoning. Hadn't you
better wait till the weather clears?"
"How far do you call it?"
"Near six miles but it isn't like walk
ing on a concrete pavement you know."
"No, I'm inclined to push on to-day, if
They set out not long after noon the
sun came out and blinked at them but
by the time they had struck into the deep
will all blow over," said Strath
"Or maybe we'll outstrip the storm and
reach the camp ahead of it," agreed Lor
But, though the storm seemed in no
hurry, it meant business from a slight
flaw, it grew into a lazy tumult of snow
flakes, obliteiating landmarks, and mak
ing the woods mmky and bewildering.
"Six miles are scon traveled in the
worst weather,'' averred Strathley. "It's
getting confoundedly dark, though, Lor-,
rimer it seems to me we have walked ten
"I'll be blessed if it isn the longest six
miles I ever footed," confessed Lorrimer.
"We ought to be close upon the camp
But just then Strathley stumbled in
the swiltly-descending darkness, and fell,
with a groan over the ragged remnant of
a lightning-biasted stump.
"Tough luck," said Lorrimer, rubbing
his face with the new-fallen snow, and
chaffing his hands for Mr. Strathley was
prone upon the ground in a dead faint.
"What it he never came to life again?"
Lorrimer asked himself. What would
Margaret do? Would it be happier for
"Where have I been?" a9ked Strathley,
suddenly, sitting upright and trying to
look through the darkness.
"That's more than I can tell you," an
swered Lorrimer. "You had a fall that
knocked the breath out of you a spell.
Do you feel better? Could you walk,
"Certainly. Let's be jogging. There
give me your hand. I'm a trifle stiff
from the fall yec. It's deuced cold, seems
"That's so it's left off snowing a mile
back, and the wind has stiffened. It's
going to be a rough night. We haven't
any time to lose you see, we must have
mis-sed the path some time ago that ras
cally snow pelted a fellow's face so fast
and thick. Eh? what's the trouble now?"
"I must sit down again for a spell I
can't keep up with you."
"But you must, you know."
"I couldn't walk another rod just now
if death himself were at my heels
"No.iesense' Trudge along its grow
colder every moment. It's death to give
Strathley staggered along for a few
paces, with Lorrimer's aid, but soon came
to a halt.
"T tell you, Lorrimer, It's no go- you'll
have to leave me, and push ahead."
"I'll cairy you first
That deuced fall took all the pluck out
of me. I might find courage to crawl if
I were sure it asn't a tomfool errandif
be a sin to keep you here in this weather.
I'll wait awhile and catch my breath.
Do you go on. I'll overtake you sooner
"Will you? If I leave you, you'll never
take another step you'll just doze off in
to the other world. The only safe thing
for us to do is to keep jogging till we
drop anything else is suicide, and"
with an effort "there's Marsraret."
"Yes," drowsily, "there's* Margaret, to
be sure. I must make -an effortI'll
follow. I couldn't walk just yet to save
myself from perdition, I'm so stunned
and shaken noIcouldn't."
Lorrimer leaned against the nearest
tree and waited in desperation. It was
bitter coH, he owned, and his powers of
peisuation were exhausted but to leave
the man to his own devices was certain
deathand what then? Was he his
brother's keeper? Why should he haz
ard life and love for this strange" who
had stepped between himself and hap
piness? Did he owe Mr. Strathleya ught?
He started forward a few pacesperhaps
the camp was near at hand and he could
brine help. But what was he doing?
Deceiving himself? Should he leave
Strathley behind Would he be able to
find him in the dark? Would anv halloo
of his waken him from that deathly
sleep into which he was fast falling?
But there was Margaretwould she not
be all his own again? And then he hung
his head there in the thick darkness.
Only an instant, it may be, he paused in
the shuddering night, and he turned
back to Stiathleyalmost slipping into
eternal slumbei and half dragged and
half cairicd him forward. Sometimes
he rested and took breath semetimes
hi luraish burden slipped fiom his
hold awhile sometimes be shouted for
help and the howling wolves seemed to
"For God's sake, lav me ''own and let
me die!" groaned Strathlv, between
fainting and sleeping. "Margaretcan
explain everythingwho could bear a
grudgeagainst a ghoit? She loved me
thr nigh good and evil report"
Lorrimer picked up his burden and
trudged on. Was that a star glittering
through the trees, or the moon rising big
and red or was itgreat heavens! could
it be the camp fire shining like gates of
Paradise? Some ne coming out into
the night closed the rude camp door be
hind him, and shut them out into
darkness again. Lorrimer plunged for
ward wita a cry for help, and fell faint
ing with his burden within a yard of the
"If it had not been for you, Lorrimer,"
said Mr. Strathley, next dav, when he
found himself too iame and frost-bitten
to lift himself from the bed of spicy
boughs, such as the camp afforded"if it
had't been for you, I should have stepped
out last night. And it was at the risk of
your own life, too! 'Greater love than
this had no man!' And you thought I
was Margaret's lover all fhewhile? That's
what I call heroic. I'm going to put
you out of your misery. Look at me,
John Lorrimer. Did you ever see Ben
BevisWild Ben, they used to call him
though I believe he was lost at sea,
wasn't he, before you were grownl I see
there's a stone in the burying-ground to
his memory, eh? Well, the prodigal son
has returned. I am Ben BevisMargar
et's brother. It was hardlv worth while
being jealous of me, was it? I have been
winning my grandfather's heart that's all
my deep laid plans. If I had appeared be
fore him without disguise of any sort, he
would never have believed in my refor
mation never have profited by a stiver
of my moneywell-gotten gains, too.
As a stranger I had some chance of earn
ing my way into his good graces. You
see, I left here twenty years ago, a strip
ling, with flaxen hair and beardless face,
and I'm bronzed and wheather-beatenbe
yond recognition. When I return to Ford we will have it out with Grand
father Bevis, and know the worst or the
best. And you, Lorrmier, there's Mar
garet. Perhaps I shall dance at your
wedding spite of a rough night in the
Break into the beautiful blossoms,
0 buds of the sunny May,
And sing my robin and bluebird,1
Your sweets carol to-day
For my love has written a letter,
And the world is all in tune
He is coming along with the roses
In the fairest days of June.
I am counting the days between us
1 am counting the moments and hours,
Telling my beads, like a solemn nun,
On a rosary of flowers
For he said, when the buds of the roses
Are flushing in royal red,
He is coming to claim a promise,
(1 wonder what I have said?)
Break into songs and blossoms,
O birds and buds of spring
Lillies, scatter your fragrance.
And sweeter, song-birds, sing
And skies drop golden sunshiue
On the beautiful days of June.
For my love is coming to see me.
And the world is all in tune. fioaemary Leaves.
The Story of Mushka, "the Moose."'
Some Hindoo merchants were chatting
aoout trade and its chances, when one
remarked that there was nothing remark
able in amassing wealth when one started
with sufficient capital, and then went on
to say that he had done pretty well, al
though he had set out with very little.
"My father," said he, "died before my
birth, ander long desiring relatives had
despoiled my mother of all she possessed.
She sought shelter with a female friend
nearly as poor as herself. It was in her
house that I was bom. We lived for a
long time on the charity of others but
when I began to grow up my mother,
notwithstanding her poverty, managed to
procure me a little tuition. When I
could read, write and ciper, she said to
"You are the son of a merchant, You
must, therefore, begin to get some knowl
edge of ti ade. Go and see the money
changer, Visikala he is the richest busi
ness man in town, and I know that he
likes to advance funds to poor young
men who are the sons of merchants and
of pure race. Ask him to give you a
I went to the money-changer, but it
was only to hear him reply with disdain
to me, the son of a merchant:
"You see that dead mouse lying there
on the ground? Well a sharp fellow
might make a fortune with no other start
than that. Now, if I were to lend you
a round sum I fear that I should have to
wait a long time for the interest. Per
haps you could not even calculate it."
I raised my eyes proudly to the face of
the money-changer:"I take the mouse,"
said I "it is a capital that you lend me."
And, after having signed a receipt, I went
lay way with the mouse, while the old
usurer laughed heartily at the sorry figure
I cut. Well. I exchanged the mouse for
two handfuls of pease, which the store
keeper gave me, as he wanted it for his
cat. I peeled the peas nicely, and taking
a jug of water went outside of the city
and sat down in the shade on the roadside.
Some woodcutters came along, very
thirsty acd tired, and I politely offered
them the fresh water and peas. Each of
them in return gave me a tew little fagots
of wood, which I took on my back and
went and Id in the market place. With
the money I got for them I bought moie
pease, and the next day did over again
whiit I had done that day. Thus I
perservered for a long time, until I had
got together a little capital. Then I
bought for three days in succession all
the wood that the men brought in. Sud-
veyauce of wood became impossible.
Then I sold the stock I had at an advance
and kept a few coids for myself. With
the proceeds I started a small shop, man
aged my affairs discreetly, and grew rich.
Then I had a mouse of gold manufac
tured, and sent to the money changer,
Visikala, as a reimbursement ot his loan.
He in return gave me his daughter in
marriage, and now I am known by the
name of Mushka, or 'the Mouse.' So you
see I made a fortune out of a little."
How Victoria Became Engaged,
There have been published several
newspaper accounts of how the Princess
Victoria brought Prince Albert to the
popping point. The following is the
latest sketch of that delicate affair. It is
not at all like the others, but reads pretty
withal. It is by "Ignatius," a writer tor
the London Figaro:
Ceitainly the young queen thought
less of England than ot marriage. The
ministers would *fain have made her
marriage a sort of international traaty.
Beyond all doubt, Victoria was the finest
match in the world. The queen, howev
er, was full of a host of little projects,
ever shifting and changing like the little
heaps of sand the children raise in the
garden of the Luxe mbouig. She told
her mother she would wed with no one
whom she did not love. The Duchess of
Kent reported the speech to theministers,
who thought it revolutionary in the ex
treme. Coronation day came, and the
next day the ball at Windsor. Among
the dancers was a tall, handsome, slender
student, from the University of Bonn
her cousin, a Coburg, like herself. The
queen noticed him, and Prince Albert
did not return to Bonn. Even had he
not loved he would have stayed and he
loved. But bis cousin was the queen!
Here the woman had to make the ad
vance. Victoria, deeply touched as she
was by this love, (which was never more
to leave her,) could not easily conquer the
maiden timidity due to her severe educa
tion. Nevertheless the morning came. I
assure you I invent nothing. Although
the queen has not consented to relate
these delightful incidents, Prince Albert
has told them to his friends.
Nevertheless, then, a morning came.
They were riding together, he and she,
down the great avenue of oaks at Wind
sor. These oaks were younger then, but
old enough already. After a gallop they
found themselves alone. We know how
dangerous it is for man and woman to
ride together. Suddenly the queen took
a sprig of honeysuckle from her bosom,
and, stooping, offered it to Prince Albert.
to reach it, his lips touched the
the fault of the horses,
England and France know well how
many loves the noble brutes have been
the cause. A silence followed, more
sweet than anything ever sung in the
heart of Mozart
Next morning Prince Albert still wore
the honeysuckle in his button hole. He
kept it even when it had faded. A fort
night after that ride the plenipotentiary
minister handed King Leopold of Belgi
um a tiny letter, closed by an enormous
red seal, as though it had a mighty se
cret of state. It began "My Dear Uncle,"
and was signed Victoria."
A month later the queen mentioned
her intention to marry Prince Albert of
Saxe-Coburg-Goth to her ministers. She
asked their counsel, but with a pretty air
ot decision which caused them to reply
with a "unanimous "yes." The wedding
took place on the 10th ot Febuary, 1840.
The Qneen of England married for love
Lord Melbounr wa right when he told
England that the queen's marriage was
the queen's romance.
A GENEROUS EMPLOYER.
"When the Hfart la T*nhed the Pocttet
Sladicker was looking for work, and,
hoping against hope, wandering into a
musty shop over in Covington, to make
one more attempt to find something to do.
He made his way to a melancholy-look
ing old fossil, with an appearance strong
ly suggestive of mildew, who had been
pointed out 8s the boss.
"What's the prospect of getting a little
work with you?" inquired Sladicker, in
a tremulous voice, without the slightest
idea that there was any chance whatever.
The old man straightened up from his
bench, turned around, and gazed at
Sladicker with watery eyes over his glass
es, with a surprised, commiseratinglook,
for several seconds, and then, as he mop
ped out his misty optics with the corn
)er of his apron, he drew a sigh that
seemed to start from away down the cel
lar somewhere, and said:
I'm looking for something to do, sir.
I've been out of work since the middle
of winter, and have a family ^t my back
almost starving. If it wasn't for the
little washing and cleaning my wife
manages to pick up. soul and body
couldn't have been kept together this
long. I've walked the town over day
after day, trying to find something to do,
but all the shops are full, and nobody
wants any body for any thing. I'll work
cheap, sir. and do my work well if you'll
only give me a show no matter if it's
only for a few days. Can't you give me
a lift with a little work?" and Sladicker
scarcely breathed till the answer came.
The old man spread a mournful look
over his face, fetched out a few more
sighs of assorted sizes, took out his knife
and began whittling at a stick, and then
finally, with a twitching effort that seem
to hurt him somewhere, said:
"Ah-hyes, I need help but it just
about breaks me to hire any body and
keep things going. I discharged a couple
of men last week, and had to sell a house
and lot to pay 'em off. The longer I run
the business the less profit I seem to have.
I'd like to set you to work, but I don't
see how I can afford it, or how I can
manage to pay you. My wife has had
bad tuck getting her rent, and it does
seem as though times was squeezing
everybody to death. Perhaps yen don't
know how tight money is it's mons'ous
hard to get. If you could kind o' bear
with me, though, and take your pay as 1
could spare it, may be I could manage
to give you a steady job3eems to me I
Sladicker jumped at the chance, an
clinched the bargain at once, i
He went home that night with a light
er heart than he carried for months, and
brightened the eyes of hi3 care-worn wife
denly there came on a heavy rain season with the glad news that he had found
that no one had expected, and the con- work.and the children danced and clapped
their hands when told they would soon
taste meat again. Saturday night came
but no money. During the next week he
managed to secure fifty cents in three
separate installments. The week follow
ing was barren of moneyed results. Slad
icker began to feel desperate, but his im
portunities only brought forth the re
minder of the terms of engagement. If
he dinn'tlike the situation, he could quit
at any time. Sad experience had
taught him that he could not well better
himself, and he thought it wiser to retain
the work until something better offered,
feeling sure that he would secure the pay
stipulated at some time. His employer
was a man of much promise, and he
trusted him, not wisely but perhaps,
If I could manage to get my board,"
Sladicker, it wouldn't be so bad. It's
hard enough for my wife to feed herself
and the little ones, and I feel like a thief
in sharing the little she brings init al
most chokes me."
The employer brightened up and rub
bed his hands, while something very like
a smile struck an attitude between his
nose and ears.
Ah-h-um 1 Why, let me see," said he.
May be we can fix that. I get my flour
and meat on creditI gueas I can board
you. What's to hinder?"
And so it came about that Sladicker
went to board with the hypocritical old
fraud. A sorry day it was for him, too
for when he entered there the chance of
other recompense was left behind. The
old spider now had him completely in
his web, and he would take good care to
keep him there by seeing to it that he
didn't so much as get the wherewith to
cross the river. It was a trick with him
and he never felt that he could depend
upon his help as steady and permanent
until he had*brought matters to such a
pass that they were glad to board with
About the second or third week Sla
kicker' little girl came over to see her
father, with a most pitiable story, which
she sobbed out to him. With raining
tears and a choking voice, Sladicker went
to the old fossil and entreated for money
with which to relieve his suffering lam
"Mr. Bailey," said he, I must have some
money. My little girl hasjust come over
and told me that my wife is down sick
in bed there ain't a bite of any thing in
the house to eat, and I haven't even got
so much as a bridge ticket to go over
and see her," and the strong man bioke
completely down and wept like a child
as he held out his hand for a part of his
much needed back pay.
The appeal was too much for the miser
The woods of With the quickest movement he had ever
rr the gracious mistress
tip3 of his cousin's gloves, perhaps 'twas ly employer, and could not be resisted, grace any parlor in the land
made in his life, most likely, his hand
was thrust into his pocket tip to the elbow,
and the next instant the trempling palm
of Sladicker closed over a bridge ticket.
Only that and nothing more.
We presume the reader will consider
the above an idle exaggeration of fancy,
but we have positive and reliable infor
mation that it was a real occurrence, and
happened in Covington, as stated.Cwi
cinnati Breakfast Table.
Twenty Impolite Things.
Reading when Where are talking.
Talking while others are reading.
Cutting finger nails in company.
Joking others in company."
Gazing rudely at strangers.
Leaving a stranger without a seat.
Making yourself the hero of your own.
Reading aloud in company without be
Spitting about the house while smok
ing or chewing.
Leaving church before worship is
Whispering or laughing in the house of
A want of respect and reverence for sen
Correcting older persons than yourself,
Receiving a present without an express
ion of gratitude.
Not listening to what ono is saying in
Commencing to eat as soon as vou get
to the table,
Answering questions that have been
put to others.
Commencing talking before others hJve
Laughing at the mistakes of others.
Words of Wisdom.
Insult not misery, neither deride in
firmity, nor ridicule deformity the first
is inhuman, the second shews folly, and
the third pride.
The true pleasure of temperance, and
the many benefits that follow sobriety,
cannot be imagined by those who live
In the moral as in the physical world,
the violent is never the lasting the tree
forced the unnatural luxuriance of bloom
bears it and dies.
Bad habits are the thistles of the heart,
and every indulgence of them is a seed
from which will come forth a new crop
of rank wee3s.
No species of falsehood is more fre
quent than flattery to which the coward
ii betrayed by fear, the dependent by
interest, and "the friend by tenderness.
The great art of conversation consists
in not wounding or humiliating any one,
in speaking only of things that we know,
in conversing with others only on subjects
which may interest them.
No great man or woman has ever been
reared to great usefulness and lasting
distinction who was unschooled by ad
versity. Noble deeds are never done in
the calm sunshine of summer's light.
Men know how thunder and lightning
come from the clouds in summer, and
they want to thunder and lighten some
times themselves but it is better that
the contents of the clouds should drop
down in gentle rains and make some
thing grow, than that there should be
flashing and resounding in the heaven,
and that the oak should be crushed to
pieces which has been growing for a
hundred years and it is better, not that
men should proluce a great racket in
the world, and work distruction round
about them, but that they should create
happiness among their fellow men.
Little Danny and His Dead Mother,
I've just been down in the parlor to
see mamma. She's in a long box, with
flowers on her. I wish she'd come and
bathe my headit aches so. Nobody
ever makes it feel good but mamma.
She knew how it hurt me, and she used
to read to me out of the little book how
my head would get well and not ache
any more some day. I wish ?t was
"some day" now. Nobody likes me but
mamma. That's cause I've got a sick
head. Mamma used to take me in her
arms and cry. When I asked her what's
the matter she would say, "I am only
tired darling." I guess Aunt Anges
made her tired, for when she came and
stayed all day mamma would take me
up in the evening and cry awful hard.
I ain't had any dinner to-day. Mamma
always gave me my dinner and a little
pudding with "D," for "Danny," on the
top. I like to sit in my little chair and
eat 'em, I wish mamma wouldn't stay
in the long box. I guess Aunt Agnes
put her there, 'cause she put all the flow
er trimmings on and shows her to every
body. There ain't any fire in the grate,
but I guess I'll sit by it and make believe
there is. I'll get my little dish and
spoon and play I've got a pudding with
for Danny on it. But anyway I want
mamma so bad.Neva Orleans Picayune.
An Oregon Uomance.
[Portland Letter to Boston Journal.]
All the steamships stop at Astoria.
The retention is usually from one hour
to four. During this time the saloons,
which are numerous, are well patronized.
The great rush is for that kept by Mr.
Shambeau. The attraction of the place is
the wife of the keeper. The man is a
coarse German, with instincts scarcely
above a lager-beer saloon. His wife is
young, pretty, graceful and attractive.
The visitor can only wonder that a wo
man so graceful and cultivated can find
congenial employment in an ordinary
Two boys came over the plains with a
party. The entire company died. One
boy reached the coast. He was a wild
fellow, and obtained employment in sa
loons and circuses. He married after
awhile, and the young woman in the sa
loon is his daughter. She had a rough
life of itgot into the hands of gamblers,
but escaped without contamination. She
secured a fine education, and became ac
complished in music. Her lather had
great hopes of her being a pecuniary as
sistance to the family. Eei vocalization
is said to be extraordinary. She puts an
end to the romance by marrying the
young German and taking her place as a
waiter and tender in an oyster saloon.
Every body that visits Astoria has to
visit the saloon and be waited upon by
The woman would