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Tlio Poring comes glinting tip tho Htruth,
Ami bonnllle who's drcut,
Ju tender Krcon Mini gold uii'l whlto,
With violets ut hor bream :
llltio violet! violets lihint
llliio violets scented throiiKliI
In both hor IuukIh mo Illy bulls,
Anil underneath her loot
Spring iHitii'tuuiM mill daisy Htiirn;
Hut froth, mid dewy hwpcI,
The tiluiiHliy vlnluli wl
Anil ncdlo In hur bream.
ThnlilnlHiiru Hinging ovcrlie'iil; . (
Tim wood with imiihIo ring:
Open thy happy portal. Knrth, '
' (Jrv, "Welcome, lovely Hprlnvl"
Hprlng with her violet t l.luol
llltiu violet rented through I
O vlnlota hiding In tho grooiii
() violet nwuut mid liy,
Von havo tho HweotiK'Hn of tho cnrtli,
Thobeauty of thonkyl
No bloMom fairer blow
Till Hiiinmor brings hor too.
O violet shy and wcet and blue;
do hlito In l.olla' breast;
Whisper to hor In fragrant Hlglm
Tho lovo I havo t'onluHt.
Whon Hprlng to Hummer ifrnws, '
It bring our wedding roso.
Oh, but it was cold! freezing, biting,
bitter cold! and dark, too; for the feeble
gas-lights, loaning and llatrilng as tht'
gnjo whistled by, .hardly brightened the
gloom a dozen paces around Ilium. Tim
wind tore through tho streets tis if it
had gbno tnad; whirling before it dust
and suow and every movable thing it
could lay its clutching hand upon. A
poor old buttered kite, that, Homo time
last autumn, had lodged far up in the
tallest tree in tho neighborhood, and
hadi there rested peacefully over wince,
believing its labors at an end, was
snatched, dragged from its nest, and
driven iinnitym'yly before tho blast.
Sonio fooblo efforts it had made to
dodge into .corners, lurking behind steps
and diving into areas; but not a bit of
it! Down would swoop tho wind, and
oft" it would go again.
At last, driven around one of tho long
row of barrels, that stood like wretched
sentinels along tho sidewalk's edge, it
flow into tho very arms of a small boy,
who, 'seated on the ourb-slono, crouch
ed down in tho bnrrql's somewhat ques
tionable shelter. Such a very small
boy! Ho looked like nothing in tho
world but a little hoapf rags; and tho
rngs woro very thin, and tho small boy.
was very, eoltf. Ills nose, his oars, his
hands htid his poor baro feet woro bhjo.
Ho was almost too cold to shivor, cer
tainly too qold to untiqu tho unfortunate
kite, which, as its enemy, tjiowitul, np
proachod with a roar, seemed to cower
olooo t6 hinij as if bogging Ids' protec
tion) Round, both sides of tho barrel at
once camo tho wind, shook hupds right
through poor little Tom, and, howling
with delight, rushed off with its ihlsora
blo vietjin. j
"Tom" that was all tho utituo ho
had. Who ho was or where ho camo
from no one know, except, perhaps,
tho wrotohod old woman with whom ho
lived; which meant that she lot him
sloop upon a pile of rags on tho lloor
of her miserable room, and sometimos
gave him a crust, and Oftonor a blow.
Whqii she was drunk and that was tho
greater part of tho time Tom tqok to
tho stroots; and by night she was vory
drunk. Tho boy was perhaps somo
six years, old; but as ho coworoib down
on thp cold ling-stones, with his. worn,
pinched face nnd drooping head, ho,
migiii navo boon a liumlrod.
A carriago camo rattling through tho
icy str.cqt, and stoppod oloso by him.
Tho door was pushed open, ami two
children lialf tumbled out, and, leaving
tho door swinging, rushed up tho stops.
Tom watched them stupidly, heard tho
quick, sharp ring of tho bell, caught a
lunpso ot something that looked vory
right ami warm, anil thou it was dark
again. Ho turned his oyes toward tho
carriago, oxpocting it to drive off
again; but it still stood there. ThuJ
coachman sat upon the box like a furry
monument. One of tho horses struck
tho stones sharply with his iron hoof,
and cast an inquiring dance around,
but the monument sat unmoved.
Tom's heavy oyes looked through tho
open door into tlio carriago. Dark as
it was, ho could soo that it was linod
with something thick and warm. Ho
raised his head and danced about him
If he woro inside there tho wind could
not touch him. Oh, if ho only could
got away from it ono minute! Ho
would slip out again the moment the
house door opened. Unbending his
stiff littlo body, ho crept nearer, hesi
tated a moment, and, as tho wind camo
round tho cornor with a roar, slipped
swiftly and noiselessly into tho car
riago. It: tho further cornor of the
seat ho curled himself into a littlo
round heap, and lay, with beating
heart, listening to tho wind as it swept
It was vory quiet in his nest, and tho
soft volvot was much warmor than tho
cold llagstones, and ho was vory tired
and very cojd, and in half a minute ho
was sound asleep. Ho did not know
when at last tho house door opened and
a lady, gathering hor cloak closely
around hor, came down tho stopsdid
not know oven wlrcn tho suddenly ani
mated monument descended from its
podoslal and stood solemnly by tho
opon door until tho lady had stoppod
iusido. But when it shut with a slum,
and tho coachman, returning to tho
box, drovo rapidly away, the boy's oyos
opened and lixod thoir frightened gazo
upon ine inuy'B nice, rrooceupicii
with hor own thoughts, she had not no
ticed the queer bundle in the dark cor
nor. Hut now, her attention attracted
by somo slight movement ou his part,
'flho,;tuni6d hor eyes slowly toward him,
and thorn with a" suppressed cry of sur
priflo and alarm, laid luTf" bund upon
the door. The rattle of tho whools
and" the roar of tho wind prevented its
rondiing the oars of tho coachman;
nnd Tom, rapidly unwinding himself,
and cowering down in the bottom of
tho carriage, said, with a frightened
"I didn't mean no harm. I was aw
ful cold. Say, just opontho door, miss
is, and I'll jump out. You noedn'tstop
Tho lady, with hor hand still on the
"I low did you get in hero?"
'Tho door was open, and I clum in,"
he answered. "It was awful cold."
Tho lady took her hand from tho
door. "Come nearer," sho said. "Lot
me see your face."
Tom tlrew his ragged sloovo across
his eves, and looked up at hor over hi.s
shoulder. Thoy had turned into a
brilliantly lighted street, and sho could
soo that tho tangled yellow hair was
soft' and line and that the big, frightened
eyes that raised themselves to hers wore
not pickpocket's oyes. With a sudden
impulse sho laid her gloved hand light
ly on tho yellow head. " Where do you
livo?" sho asked.
Something in tho volco and touch
gayo him courage. " With Mammy
Sal," ho answered, straightening up
"mo and some other fellows. Some
times wo begs, sometimes wo tako tho
barrels. When we get a haul It ain't
so bad, but whqn we don't wo ketch it.
Slio's drunk to-night, and she drove us
Sho pushed tho heavy hair back from
his forehead. "Is Mammy Sal your
motherP" sho asked.
" No!" cried the boy, almost fiercely;
and then added sullenly, "I ain't got
Slowly tho gloved hand passed back
and forth over the yellow hair. Tho
lady's oyos woro looking far away; tho
boy's" face was like, so strangely liko
'"Are you hungry?" she askod sud
denly. Tho wide-open gray oyes would havo
answered her without tho quick sob and
low " Yes'm."
Tho carriage stopped, and, tho monu
ment again accomplishing a descent,
opened the door, and stood staring in
"I am not going in, John," said his
mistress. "Drive homo
she added, smiling, "This little boy
crept in out of tho cold while tho car
riago was waiting. 1 am going to tako
him homo. Drivo baok as quickly as
As the bewildered coachman shut tho
door and returned to his porch, tho
boy madd a spring forward.
"liOinmo out!'" ho cried. "I don't
want to go homo. Lemma out!"
"N6t your home," said tho lady,
gently "in' homo."
Tom starod at hor in wonder, and,
too much ovorcomo .by tho announce
ment to resist, lot her lift him up on tho
scat beside her.
"My home,' sho repeated, "whore
you can got vdry warm, and have a good
dinner, and a long, long sleep, on a
soft'bed. Will you liko that."
Toni drow a lone;, slow breath, but
did not answer. It was too wonderful!
Ho ono of Mammy Sal'sboys to go to
tho lady's houso whorotho children fived
whomhohadseongoin that evening! Ho
looked up suddenly. "Woro thosO
children vourn?" ho asked. With a
sudden movement she drow him very
close to hor, and then answered softly:
"No, not mine. I had a little boy
once like you, and ho died."
When tho carringo stopped again Tom
was fast asleep; so fast asleop that tho
still bewildered coachman carried him
into the house nnd laid him on a bed
without waking him. Tho next morn
ing, when tho boy's eyesoponod, ho lay
looking about him, hardly daring to
speak or movo. I don't beliovo ho had
over hoard anything about the fairies
or ho would cortainly havo thought
himself in fairyland. Best of all, tho
lady of tho night beforo was standing
by tho bod smiling at him, and smiling
back, ho Isold outliis arms to hor.
I wish you could havo scon him a lit
tle later, when, arrayed in jacket and
trousers that made him think with dis
dain of certain articles of tho samo de
scription which lie had but yn.stord.iy
gazed at lovingly as thoy dangled bo
toro old Isaacs' clothing "store, he sat
noloro a littlo table ly the sunnv wm
' dow, taking a short, a vory short pro
limiimrv viuw of a irlirimtio honfxtonk
still indignantly sputtering to ilsolf, a
mountain of smoking potatoes, au im-
Cosing array of snowy rolls and golden
uttor and a pitcher of creamy milk.
Anil I wish, too, you could havo seen
tho sumo table still lator; for tho tablo
was about all that was loft.
That was the first timo that I over
siiw Tom. Since then I havo seen him
vory often. Anil now 1 will toll you,
only 1 am afraid you will hardly beliovo
mo, about tlio last timo, and that was
not vory long ago.
1 was riding along ono of tho pretti
est country roads you over saw, and
when 1 camo to a certain gate my horse,
without waiting for a sign from mo,
turned in, As wo drow near tho houso
I caught sight of two figures standing
among the llowors. Ono was a hand
some old lady with white hair, tho other
a young man. Sho was armed with an
immense pair of shears, and ho hold in
his hand his hat filled to tho brim with
llowors. Tho sunlight, crooning down
through tho trees, fell full upon his
close-eropped hair anil yollow board.
As I drew in my horso and sat watching
tnom, it ail seemed to mo liko a fairy
story But it wasn't; for the tall, hand-
, some man looking down with such pro
tocting tenderness upon tho white-
haired old lad was really Tom poor,
littlo, thin, cold, hungry Tom. -Avcria
S. Francis, in the Christian Union.
now UN'CLi: iiunuK was
Hick and Karl always spent a
in tho snrinf at Uncle Budiro's.
It had chanced for two or throe years
that thoy woro there on All-fools'
Day, and at the end of tho lust visit
Undo Budge, on leaving them at
the cars, had urged thorn to como pa
for the samo time next year, adding,
" If you succeed in fooling mo then, I'll
give you each a gold piece."
Undo Uudgo as complotcly forgot
having made such an otl'or, livo minutes
after lliq boys had waved thoir hats in
good by, as though there were no April
fool Hays and no gold pieces in tho world.
But not so with the Barnes boys.
Gold p'ioces were not so plenty with
them that they would be apt to lot
such till offer pass in ono ear and out of
the other. Already seats at tho circus,
iislitng-rods and skates woro in wild
confusion in their brains.
"A whole year to think up some
thing!" stud Kick.
"T don't believe there's a bit of uso
in trying," answered Karl. "We've
come to the conclusion no end of times
that we can't fool Undo Budge, and
we can't. That's all thore is about it."
"No harm in trying," venturned tho
not easily discouraged Rick, thinking
how often ho had admired the gold dol
lar on Chan Holmes' watch chain.
"Let's try, anyway."
So next April-fools' Day finding them
at Uncle Budge's, Karl and Rick wore
tiptoeing about very early. They
spread tho Borkvillo Morning Argus of
April 1, 1880 which thoy had slipped
out of Undo Budge's fdo the day betoro
out on the lloor, sprinkledsome water
over it, folded it carefully, and Knrl
went quietly down stairs, opened the
side door, laid tho paper there, and took
up stairs tlio Argus that the carrier had
About an hour afterward the breakfast-boll
rang, and tho boys wont down
stairs. Thore lay tho paper by Undo
Budge's placo, which caused so(preter
natu rally solemn an expression to come
over thoir faces that Aunt Uudgo was
"Now, I hope you'ro not getting
homesick," she said to Karl; "i know
there's not much goin' on for you, as is
used to a largo family and a good deal
of noise; still" ' amore cheerful tone
done up mj woi
An amused snu
ips, to hide whic
imotlung after I've
nlayed about Rick's
ho leaned his head
on his hand.
"Your toothacho ain'tcomo on again,
Richard?" inquired Aunt Budgo, sym
pathetically. "Oh, IJm all right," said ono, whilo
tho other assured Aunt Budge that ho
didn't want to go homo a bit, and was
having tlio best sort of a time.
"Uncle Budgo has gone over to Wil
son's," said Aunt Budge, "but may bo
in any minute. Ilo left word not to
wait "breakfast. Can you reach tho
"Well, well," began Aunt Budgo, "If
anothor ot those wilkinses isn't mar
rioil' Amanda J Why now I was
iiun. iviumuia !. n. now, i ns
tliuiKing that Amanaa wont last year;
but no, come to think, it was Alvira. It
does seem that just as reg-lar as spring
comes round, oil' ono on 'urn goes. Now
Amanda is "
But Aunt Budge'H dissertation was
cut short by a choking scono, in which
Rick pounded his brother witli such
force on tho back that it was a wonder
thoy heard the front door opon at all.
There's Undo Budge." said Riok,
hurriedly. "Don't toll him anything
you've noticed in the Argus, Aunt
Budge, or he'll suspect."
"Suspect!" echoed Aunt isudge, hor
ind still on tho Wilkinses. "Suspoct!"
"Sh sir." implored. Karl.
fool, Aunt Budgo. Holt) us to
out. Lust year's papor don't you see?"
"Woll, woll, I doolaro!" said Aunt
Budgo, as tho real state of tho case
Hashed over hor. "Then," collecting
her thoughts, "1 was right about its
being Amanda, and " But Aunt Budgo
interrupted herself by laughing so
heartily that tho boys found themselves
compelled to join hor, though it ap
peared from tho conversation, when
Uncle Budgo came to breakfast, that
Aunt Budgo had been recounting somo
of tho boys' pranks of years beforo.
"How old was I then?" asked Karl,
"I mustn't forgot to ask mamma, whon
I got homo, if sho remembers it."
I'nolo Budgo seated himsolf, and
asked for the 'papor. .Squinted at tho
dtito as Karl hold it toward him, and
then said: "I beliovo I'd rather havo a
littlo iountjcr paper thim that. This
comet' within ono of it. boys, but I guess
I'll tako the one on tho eighty."
"Well, now!" exclaimed Auut Budgo,
Our Young Readers! .2
j : '"up y
TIIE BCIIOOL-UOY KNJQUT.
Ills Hhluhl tho .satchel that ho bears.
Wlth shining laoo oiUJh morii
HI armor 'tin an honest heart, '
That Ht 111 would falsehood acorn. - n
No roiiI on royal cloth of Koltl
Muro millant than he,
Onrnoblo littlo (chool-boy knight,
J'lowor of our chivalry I
How prom hli crcnt at tournament,
Tho loud and mtirry jamo, '
Whon Uiirlnir miuiitlot IIIiihh ho down,
lives brlxhtand olionks iilliuno;
Or by a Hlnter 8 nldc ho walks
To shield herjfidlantly.
Our noblo little clmol-boy knight,
I'lowor of our chivalry 1
Illnolnrlnn challcnitc, hark! It ring's
With stop of artless Knioo
And dauntless lirou- ho moots tho Htrlfo,
Donation 111 his fnco.
Tho xuordoii of a mother's lovo
How proud to win Is ho,
Our noblo littlo Bchool-boy knight,
I'lowor of our chivalry.
What honored stations of tho land
Await him down tho yoarsl
Joy to tlio knbditly heart that iiiuiKtat
bavo dark dishonor fear.-,
llrluht bo his crest forovormoro,
IIih watchword "Onward" bo,
Our noblo littlo school-boy knight.
Flower of our chlvalrvl
Urorvc Owicr, in JV. 1. Imlp!wlem
-ari m 7ti -
"Wo can't fool Undo Budgo,"
Karl, uttering each word slowly,
may as well pass into a proverb.
hibl be done"
"I'm hot so suro. Wc'renot through
'trVlrtgyof, you kndw,'4' put in Rick,
with ajjqeufiar lookat Jiivhrothor.
Knrl motioned him nslde after break
fast. "What didvou moan?" ho askod. ,
f."Tihubl'vo aw idea. Just listen"
'ano. a. great many questions ami an
swers woro exchanged in a hurried un
dertone. "(jrand if it will work. Then wo
must bo all ready by tho timo ho comos
"Yes ahd bofore' that s'ond a tele
gram to tho boys."
-"Tho boys" mcaul Hal and Jdok
.rutmim;',ua telegram," a note pinnod
t6 tho string that wont round a wooden
peg rt ono of tho Biidgott windows,
nnd another at thoTutnams'.
"Why?" quorriod Karl.
"You'll sec," replied Rick, as ho
, " Bo on tlio look-out for Undo
Tho telegram came as tho Putnam
boys wqro breakfasting, and Jack
hrughod 03 ha" read it aloud. 4
," What, is tho fun?" askod Mrs. Ifut
nam. " " And how strango it is I cannot
remember, thoso boys' names. Which
ono, now, is it thatsigns himself 'B.,S.'P"
"Neither," laugliod tho boysi mer
rily. V"B. S.' means 'Big Show.'
An April-fool on Mr. Budgctt."
''And mustn't bo missed," addod
Hal. "Jane, please tell us when you
fiee Mr. Budgett come down street."'
Jane wont into tho kitchen, where
she hurriedly Ttold tho cook that Mr.
Builgolt ' would probably bo coming
down town soon, with "April-fool"
chalked on -his back. .
VY6 doh't mhno it!" cried tho in
tcrested Bridget. ''Oh, thim byes!
thim bjes!" and sho How after tho dd
pnrting.niUktmiti',with tlio riows, omit
tiiur;,, jiowpycrj (ho word "-probably."
But to' return to Mr. Budgett. Just
as ho .was .putting on his coat, ho hoard
"llo'sgoing, Karl, assure as I'm alive!"
"And hasn't noticed it. Well, that's
"He's looking in tho glass, now."',,
" Sh--shI don't make so much noise."
"Ho sees it, I'm sure, or he'd have
gono long ago."
"Sh-sh! can't j'ou?"
Mr. Budgett heard it all. "1 beliovo
I've left my pockotbook," ho said, half
aloud, as he turned to go up-stairs.
"it's all lip now," said Karl, voxedly.
" Maybo not. Keep dark."
"Oouldn't vory well do otherwise un
dor thoso coats. Why doesn't ho go?
This decided Mr. .Budgett. t Up hb
went, and with Aint Budge's haiid-glass
and tho mirror look a complotoVurvoy.
"Did you find it?" called Aunt
Budge, as he came, down, again. ,
"Yes," from Uncle Budgo, who was
listening for more whispers.
" Wo 11 open tho window, and watch
him down the street."
.. VSlus,hHowtho Putnams will stare!"
A suppressed gigglo followed.
Tho shutting of tho front door was a
signal for tho boys to rush wildly out of
tho hall closet jnto tho dining-room,
whor6Aunt;Budgo was hovoring' over
tho breakfast dishes.
".Wbat is. it?" criod Aunt Budge,
putting' oii hor glasses. "Oh, what red
faces! Did you get shut in?"
" Wo'roooling Uncle Budge," said
Ridc'.-'breutltlcssly. "Ho promised us
each a gold piece if wo could," and ho
dashed up-stitirs after Karl.
They raised the windows cautiously,
but not too quietly for Undo Budgo.
Ho heard but did not look up, though
ho. began to feel a little ill at ease; and
no less so when tho milkman, who was
dashing away from the Putnams', reined
j in his horses vory noticeably, nudged
tho small boy on the side of tho wagon,
I and both looked curiously at him.
j Mr. Budgett walked a few stops, then
looked furtively behind him. Imagine
his foolings at discovering that" tho
milkman had stoppod his horses, and
that tho small boy was running ouietlv
' ,ltor him' but topped as ho noticed
. ,,. .... , . 1.1 ,
Mr. Budgott glanee'around.
ainly is something
oso little niscals would
I didn't think thoso
make a spectacle of me. As I livo,
their heads are out of the window yet.
And ''look at tho Putnams!" ho ox
Wellinighthe stop in surprise There
waS Mrs. Putnam standing in tho libra
ry window, with Aoby and barah on
tiptoe oesido hor
largo upper window
and giggling audi
mnmetcr, but looking across at Mr
Budgett as though ho possessed far
l more interest for him than any degree
on the indicator; and liujtly, June and
Bridget on the side ' stoop, gazing as
i mini s.
they woro candidates for Jar-
Uncle Budgo turned abruptly and
"Polly', What's tho tnattor with no?"
ho asked, walking into tho dining-room,
whore Aunt Budgo was drying her oof-feu-cups.
"All borkvillo is agog."
"Borkvillo agog!" cried AuntHulgo,
inspecting Mr. Budgett. critically.
"I'm suro I don't know over vhat.
llowovdr, tho boys arouptosomotiitig,
for thoy said as much."
"Of course they arc," agreed Undo
Budge; "but can't you take It off, lolly?
It's on my baok, 1 guoss."
"Something alive!" screamed Aunt
Budge. "Why don't you shako your
Undo Mudgo laugliod heartily.
"It would bo as woll," advised Aunt
Budgo, "to give 'cm the gold atonco,
; tho two boys at tho I ,.. ,...u... ' rm.: V. v V ,
Ulv; JUr. i'utnamuta j ,t0ntiv M.r ,....;... i el v
consulting a titer- ,?" K. ,C1 I u u1'. ftftur turnmS
Ifor thoy'.ll.play tho trick, Jacob, wliru
Tjvof t i, 6h you till you do." y
"Give thorn tho goldl" exclaimed
Uncle Budgo, wondcrmgly. "My dear
Pollv, what do you mean?"
"Thoy say you' promised' 'em at gold
fdeco last year if they'd como.ou.,und
ool you this."
"I dldP" with still more surprise in
his volco "I did? 'Pon my word I'd
forgotten it. Well, well," producing
tho purse that Polly had knitted for him
years ago. "Where tiro tho rascals?"
Thou going to tlio stairs, "Hick and
Knrl, comb down horo," ho called,
with an affected sternness in his voice.
"Tho ide.i of your daring to make a guy
of your old unclnj ) , , . I
"Wo havuu'l made a guy of you."
said tho boys, rushing down; "and it
isn't a mean fool at all, Undo Budge,
for it's really nothing."
"Nothing!" echoed Aunt Budge.
" Why is" everybody staring, then?"
" Only the Putnams," they explained.
"Wo se"iu a.tolcgraiu, to, tho boys1'
"Tolling thotrt'w'lmtP" interrupted
Uuclo Budgo. "Notall aboutiL 1 hope?"
" No; merely to bo on tlib lodk-out
for you." .
"You don't mean it!" chuckled
Undo "Budgo;' "'and that that whole,
family is fooled from garret to collar.
milkman- included. Well, woll, pretty
good, pretty good. You deserve a ro
ward, boys, for there'll bo fow tricks
played to-day that'll end as pleasantly
as this. Ilt's'.thc right' kiml-of ono. and
tho more of that sort tho morrier."
"Beauties, ain't thoy?" cried Aunt
Budgo, admiringly, as tho boys laid
thoir gold pieces on tho table whero tho
sun camo streaming in, and called her
to'lookat th'om.' ' ' '
,-"Seems 'to me' 'said Kari," they're
bigger than Chan Holmes'.1'
"His has worn down, perhaps," said
Rick, spinning his glittering coin.
" Why, look hero! what's this? 'Two
and a'half D.' "
,'fNo .you- don't," answered Karl,
khowingiyj.'.'rn .too woll posted on
the day of the month."
"Well, 1 know these are two-dollar-and-a-half
piocoB," cried Riok, snatch
ing his hat, ",and I'm off to thank Un
cle Bddgo for his fool," and away he
wont, and Karl after him when ho
found itwas truo. Kate It.' MoVotuell,
in' Harpcf stomg People.
Mrs. Hannah Colo died recently, in
hor 105th year, at her homo, Homo, N.
Y.-YJSho vas'.bojn Oct.- 11, 1770', near
Cbxsackio, and commenced hor married
life about the beg'ming of the present
century. Sho was ' tho daughter .of
Henry Soper. In tho fall of 1777,
Biirgoyno, after his victory at Fort
Kdwardj 'was Jmoving qouth with 'a
largo army. Tho inhabitants in tho
valloy of tho Hudson woro ill
great alarm and woro Hoeing to tho
forts for protection from, tho massacre
of tho Indian allies of tho British. Mr.
Soper, with his wifo and two children,
one of whom was Mrs. Colo, then about
ton months pld, had loft their rude
homnnnil vir lmstfinhur nlnnrr thnliirrli.
L way when Mr. Sopor wasfdrco to join a
company, wmoli was going to tlio iront
to assist in tho attemp't- to stay.'.Bur
goyno's progress. Mrs. Sopor, "thus
left in tho road alone with hor two little
children, wandorod on until sho coine
to a house where; weary and fobt-?iSro,
sho knocked for admittance.. No ono
answering to her call sho opened tlio
door and walked in Pho1 cloth was
laid and the lea was simmering on the
hob, but thoso who had prepared tlio
meal returned not they had Hod for
safety. Tho larder was well filled and
abundance of every thing at hand. Not
knowing whero. tot lloo- Mrs. Sopor- re
mained there, unmolested, with her
children, until after tho surrouder of
An Eccentric Cat.
Mr. Willis, who lives in Oldham
County, Ky., had a cat which daily re
mained away from tho houo several
hours at a timo. Ono day Mr. Willis
was walking through a pioco of woods
about a mile from his house, when ho
saw ".s cat a tow yards ahead of him,
, ,,. n i. mi f ,.OD ,i ., ,.i.
saw his cat a fow yards
',vLouU1 x Btl11 tor .1"K ". . then
: Vll,lk 0v.or ?f0,!l(J (1)JC(!!' ""." t in tho
' holo'llul n'bitshoai against it. purring
! -, . . .. ,. ....... .,. vim,(T II1IMVI iVIUUK
muoi, I'uuiuiufjtiiy. y nat was ni.s nstoti-
ishmont whon ho camo up to tho edge
j of tho rock, and saw that tlio object
of tho cat's attention was, nothing more
I nor less than a largo black snake. The
snake was curled up in a ring, and when
mo cat would approach t the simke
fortablo position, lay down beside the
snake and was soon fast asleep. Tho
.next dayMr. Willis took a couple of
friends with him to wnnoss this strango
spectacle. Tin maneuvers woro re
peated. At length thoy resolved to kill
tho snake, and did so. This seemed to
cqnipletoly overwhelm tho cat with
grief, and it used to visit the rock daily,
as usual, for several days, without, how
over, finding out what became of its
Mr. Herbert Spencer had no uni
versity education, and was trained for
an engineer. Ilo looks ton years young
er than ho is, wears no mustache, but
sandy side whiskers, and is growing
bald; ho has never married, and it il
supposed that ho once loved Gooito
A lotter should
write sido up.
always bo carried
Miss Braddon meditates' play
1 would thrust mi its ln.,il t .,.,..; i...
i-Stii n.w.u ntiin,. . """"" -"" coiiunuou lor
poking each othor ubout ...lf , . . .
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