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The Deacon's (jift.
Tho deacon stood in his shirt sleeves be
fore the lit.y mirror in Iront of the kitch
en clock, lie stood and writhed nnd m:ule
n-toiiishing faces at himself in the hoiie
struggle to til the button-Lole in his
shirt He did not swear, hut the gray cat.
Winking her eyes drowsily from her sleep
irg place under the stove, suddenly sneak-
til past him unci Into tho sitting room nnd
took refuge upon the skirt ol Mrs. Frost's
calico gown. Ibere were thunders and
liiihlc-niiiirs portentous in the utmosphere,
and i he good woman looked op from the
stocking she wits darning barely in liiuu
to e.cape the storm.
Why father! whit's the trouble? Here,
li t me liuUun it. Sit right down here and
lit me fix yiui off! and the pale, worried
looking woman laid her band coaxingly
upon his arm.
Well, button it, then, if you'reroing to!
1 should like to know if I'm ever going to
have a button right as long as I live. Two
women folks, and nobody to take a stitch
in my clothes. Where's Mary? She's al
ways out of sight when she's wanted.
There w is no fault Willi the button or
the hole, but only with the stiff, clumsy
lingers unused Ui any service so small.
ISut his wife did not tell him that the se
cret of his inability to manage his oollar lay
in the fact that all his life " two women
folks" had done it fur him. She only fas
tened the necktie, brushed his hair, and
helped him on with his overcoat, saying
gently, I presume Mary's getting ready to
go with you. You know you always like
to have her go to meeting with you on the
last of the year.
Then if she's going, tell her to come
along! I can't wait for her to put on all
her furbelows. I want to stop at Squire
Nelson's about that mortgage. Of course
he means to foreclose.
Oh, nol I don't believe It Gideon. He
isn't any such man, and the poor woman's
lace grew a shade more weary and white;
hut you go right along, and Mary will go
when she is ready, It's a beautiful night,
ami I'll walk down with her myself. You
will be there to come home with her?
Of course I shall. I'll be there, if for
nothing else than to keep George Nelson
Irum coming. He needn't think I'm go
ing to let the farm and the girl both go in
to iiis father's family.
Now, Gideon, don't talk so! You've
been behind on tho interest before this,
and Squire Nelson was willing to wait. I
ilim't believe he will touch the farm.
The deacon didn't believe it either, but
he didn't gut much comfort from that,
since it did not alter the fact of his not
having the money due, or save him from
the duty of saying so to the bland old
squire. And Deacon Frtst was the last
man in the world to let his wife be com
forted, if he was uncomfortable himself. He
always told her tile darkest side, and that
made the meek soul feel that in some
mysterious way she was responsible for all
his woes. Ho looked anil acted as if they
were her fault; and she had grown soused
to it that she often acted herself as if it
mui-t be so. So when he added, sulkily,
that if his son had behaved himself and
stayed at home an I helped him, the mort
gage would have been paid off long ago,
she only sighod, but did not venture to
speak a good word for her boy.
As the deacon, smoothed and brushed
nnd grumbling still, passed out, Mary
came into the room just in time to hear
the vigorous bang her father gave the
door; in Uine also, to hoar the great flut
tering sigh, almost a sob, that broke from
her mother's lips.
Father gone? asked the girl.
Yes, dear, and I'll walk down a little
way with you, said her mother, stooping
to pick up the stocking she was darning,
thus hiding her face from her daughter's
No mother, I don't want to go. I can't
let you go out on such a cold night. I was
going more because I thought father would
expect it than for anything else.
j'erhaps he will not mind, said the
mother hesitating, though as usual, he
was not pleased that I did not go, ami I
thought perhaps I ought to il it would
make him any happier.
But il wouldn't, mother dear, said the
young girl, hastily, and throwing aside
her cloak, drew a chair up to her mother's
side and gently pulled the darning rrom
her hands as she went on : I really think
the move we try to please him in every
little thing, the more fault finding; and ex
acting he becomes.
Iliisli, child! and the mother's thin hand
passed softly down tho girl's cheek to her
Mary captured it in both her own, kiss
ed it and answered, laughingly
Don t hush me, mother. 1 m not a
child any longer, ana I see my father as 1
would see any other man. The fact is, we
have spoiled him, until his habil of finding
laultwilli trilles, and Holding someoouy
responsible lor all his discomforts, is al-
uio-t unendurable. He isn't conscious of
it, and if to-night ut meeting somebody
should tell him ol it, he would be as much
surprised as anybody.
And he would pray as earnestly as any
body to be delivered from it, said his wite.
Yes, if they were successful in making
htm believe he bad any such limit, laugn
ed Mary; but we two, who love him best,
have never dared to let him know we saw
it, so he would not easly be convinced.
He's a good man, Alary a good Chris
tian man, honest as the light
And cross as a bear, and
Mother! and Mary's eyes twinkled.
1 never knew you to speak so of your
Bm I wish I had spoken long ago, and
I'm going to speak now. I'm going to
tell him what I ihink about it nil. Think
what a doleful, forlorn Christmas we had.
But vour father never kept Christmas.
When he was young the people thought
more of tho first day of the Now Year,
and I doubt il lie ever bad a present in his
life; and when your brother used to want
to hanu hp his slocking he would tell him
what hard times he had as a child; that be
was glad togotenough to eat, without ask
ing for presents. Ol course, even when I
had saved up a few sixpences to buy the
c li d a eitt, such a remark iook tne pieas-
urn nut. nt it: so as he grew older, we sail
nothing about it to his father, but I used
l.n manaire to slip a new handkerchief, or
a necktie, or a pair of mittens, in his
Yes, I understand it, mother, for oven
now. if he looks at mo when I have on a
new dress, I feel suddenly guilty and as if
the old one ought to have served anotner
Well, he has a great many cares, child,
and he cannot help being angry when ho
is in debt. He's growing old, daiigmer.
and we musn'l mind his ways. To-night
ho was esueoiallv anxious to get off early,
and eveivlhing went wrong You know
he is never late to church, added the loyal
wife, anxious to say all possible good
All that may be true, mother, and out in
the world he bears things like a man and
a Christian. I've no doubt he will give a
good testimony to the mercies of the past
years as any one in tne meeting uj-mgui,
but he will fret lust as quickly if the
breakfast is two minutes lale to-morrow
moraine. I don't want his kind of religion
mother. A faith that won't help a man
keen hi Inmru.r isn't worth having,. Am
the girl's taoe flushed with the energy of
Eton. ston. mv child! You don't know
what vou aresavine! Your brother Harry
said that before he wont away. Don't let
me hear il from another child. There i
no fault in the faith, lucre's no fault in
the precious Christmas -rift. ini n fmm
If etke9 sparingly md use so
.7'.'Y..'M" every Christian nerilage,
me lauii is no. in tne Uiver or the Gift,
VoHTf-rther . fa.th ,s your mother's. Mary.
and she tells you it has been her only
steengtli and comfort and delight. You
W'i fTr" DW u' mm1 lJm?: vmrself. '
,y, llvea, wu,
conn, to know "t loo !
Seeing her mother's as tat on. the ourl
a..;,t k r j u .
i l 1 "u"i u "r"" 10 mi
n un iiiuiuer wuo nail leu nonie al ttie
age of sixteen, and had never been heard
from since.' At the timo of his departure.
Mary, now on the verge of womanhood,
was four years old, and all through hor
childhood and youth her imagination had
played around her faint memories of him.
catching eagerly at whatever her mother
could tell. Her father never spoke of him
except to upbraid his desertion of his
parents nnd his duty. Whatever had been
his offense, the deacon had not forgiven
him, but Mary knew how her mothei's
heart yearned and watched and waited
for her boy, and she understood what
secret spring of sorrow was draining her
mother's strength. He had left them on
the last night of tbe old year; and as the
years, one after another crept onward
Mary always felt the feverish, faint hope
in her mother's heart, and this ni-ht of all
lila oho did nol liltu to luuiru li o , .,l.,nn
But as the evening wore on, and the
mother and daughter sat in the tiielight.
talking over all the stories of the boy's
young life, Mrs. Frost grew restless. She
arose and went to the window, nnd look
ng up and down the white road over
which bent the boughs of naked trees, and
away across tne snowy fields, she seemed
to ask the earth, which somewhere held
his grave or his footstep, and the stars
that must have seen bis wanderings, for
tidings ot her boy. As she stood there tho
clock in the tower struck 11.
There's only one hour more in this year
Mary, she said, turning to her daughter.
who sat gazing into the fading tire, only
one houi in this year. He will nol come
to-night, and ever since he went away I
have watched the old year out, wa ting for
him. lie went away while we wore at the
midnight meeting. Your father insisted
upon his going with us, but there had
been hard words between them that
day, and for the first lime he openly re
helled. He would not go; and when I
knew it, I wanted to stay with him, but
feared it looked like sanctioning his diso
bedience. So I went, and all through the
dying hours of the year my heart was with
my child. God only knows how tbe mo
ments dragged, how discordant seemed
the praises, how impossible to freight the
prayers with my heartache. At last.
against your father 3 wishes, I crept out
and came home. You were safely asleep
n your little crib, and 1 had said to Harry,
as I went out, Take good care of your
A strange fear had taken possession of
me that he meant to go away. Once when
angry, he had threatened to go, and nis
father answered, " You will be glad to
come back to me for your bread!'' and I
could not forget that tho thought of going
bad once crossed Ins mind, this recollec
tion and fear made me bid him watch
over you. He was veiy tond ot you, and
I tried as I walked home, to believe that
he would not leave you alone. But I went
from room to room in the lower part of
the house, I passed with trembling steps
up to bis chamber, lla was not there. 1
searched for some message, some word or
line to say that he loved his mother, and 1
found at last, what has been a comfort all
these years, a little note pinned to your
htdress in the little crib. I have it
now. I kept it near me tin 1 wore 11 oui.
so I feared 1 could not read the words. " I
;im eoing, mother, I know not where, nor
for how long, but I shall not come back to
father for my bread! But I love you,
mother, and if I live I will come back to
you!" I have waited for hi 111 ever since.
Mary, and since that day 1 uave never
been once to the midnight service.
Once there came to us the story of a
wreck of a vessel bound from New York
for South America, ani among the names
of the lost was one like that of my boy.
But I do not believe bun dead. I wan
and watch for him still, and your father
knows it, and I think it irritates and dis
turbs him, for evory year he urges me to
go. I have felt that I could never do it,
but somehow to-night I feel as though I
would like to try it asjain. Let us walk
down together, chiid, and have this last
hour of fie year with the people of God.
Willing to do anything to soothe her
mother's agitated toolings, Mary wrapped
her warmly, and together they walked
over the whiw road to the church door.
The notes of a hymn came out to greet
them on the still air. The vestry was lilted
ind the two women slipped into a back
seat. When tho music cciisod they sat
with bowed heads, each thinking her own
thoughts for the dying year, when a voice
broke out on their ear so changed and
softened that they hardly recognized, at
first the voice of Deacon Frost. After a
few broken sentences it grew clearer, and
he told of his struggles with poverty, 01
bis effort to hold his home, and of his
hard oonviciion that God was looking after
everybody's welfare but his, nnd leaving
him. though lie had tried 10 serve 111m,
tn Kirht liiu hutl.lna utrinn. He told tlleiU of
the humiliation and bitterness with which,
this very night, ho had gone to the house
of his creditor with tho admission that he
could not pay his debt, and that he had
been met there with the smiling statcmeni
that the debt, principal and Interest, had
this day been paid by a friend, or by
friends, who wished to remain unauown.
He bad no unknown friends. God must
have moved the hearts of these, his breth
ren, to such compassion on his anxiety
and care, and the act had been as heaping
coals of fire upon his heart lighting it till
he saw his hardness and sin, warming it
till it melted to gratitude and love to God
and to those who had done this good to
him who hud tried to love God, with very
little love to his fellow men.
He made a bad piece of work of the
story, but the people knew ne nut 11 anu
that he was going into the mew iear whu
a love in his heart.
And there were tears running down the
white wrinkled lace in the back seat. The
deacon's wife was glad she came.
They sang a verse, and Mary's voice
was sweet and clear. Young Nelson heard
it; the deacon saw him turn in search of
Mary in the crowd, yet, strange to say, no
anger arose in his heart.
The moments sped on. There was still
ness. Every heart was silently laying its
burden upon the breast of tho dying year
its hurden of the things to be " left be
hind " before the soul could " press for
ward to the mark." It was all very sweet
and still, and the deacon's wife felt how
irood it was to he there, when tbore arose
from her side tho tall form of a man who
had occupied the seat alone when tne
mother and daughter oame in. She had
not looked at him, but now as she gazed
at the erect figure and the bearded face she
.aw nnil knew her son. A Hilled moan
escaped her lips. His eyes looked tender
ly down upon her and gave her strength.
She clung to the band he gave her, and
bowed her face upon it while he spoke:
I cannot let the old year go, he said,
sitting here among my old neighbors, with
out telling them the blessing that the year
has brought me. It had been tho year of
birth to mo of birth Into the only real
life that hidden with Christ in God.
Thirteen years ago, on the last night of
the year, while my parents prayed here
with you, 1 turned my back on you and on
my home, on my bnby sister's face, on my
mother's tears, and began my life of wan
derings. They have lasted many years;
nve led me into many fnrhidden
in every one. however far
astray. I have hoard the voice of tiod nail.
ing me. I have seen my mother's face
; watching for me through the n gh.s. nnd
especially as each vear Hrnnu-hi Z l
anniversary of mv flight, have I felt her
prayers following me7 I have heard her
speaking tenderly to nie ngain and au-ain.
I have remembered the love wi, h which
.h. n.i -.i 1...1 .u. .,7 '
. " 11 u, '" Vyiinsi
mas gills, and 1 resolved
to arisH. find
while this year still lingered, to hrino- mv.
self back to my mother, and to acknowl
edge before you all the wonderful mercy
and love which I have found in returning
to mv mother's God.
And as the last words died upon his lips,
and he sat down, throwing one strong arm
around his mother and drawing her" head
to his shoulder, the deacon knew from
whom his New Year's gift had come.
Forgive me, Harry, he said aloud, mov
ing with outstretched h ind, and the tears
streaming over his rough face, to the side
of his son.
Nay, father, forgive mo; ami as they
clasped each other's hands, the old church
clock struck 12.
Books on the Bkain.- Jmoph bm.ioc,
who died at Now York recently, aged 60,
was the best book expert in the country.
Born in Northamptonshire, Eug , his in
timate acquaintance with the rank and file
of tho vast army of books with which the
world is overrun was due in some measure
to the thorough training given hy a long
apprenticeship to an Oxford stationer. At
the beginning of the war he opened a store
in New York and began a dictionary of
the titles of all books relating to America.
Thirteen volumes of this dictionary have
appeared, the lat covering the letter O,
and more than 100,000 books are named.
He astonished the New York book con
noisseurs at an auction once by bidding $9
for a copy of " Smith's History of New
York," printed in London in 1753, more
than they could think it worth. But when
it was kuoeked down to him he explained
that it was printed on paer a little wider
man the ordinary edition, and be sold It
for $200. Ho could recognize books even
when wrapped up. Where are you
going with that Hogarth?" he once cried
to a passing friend with a parcel under his
arm, though not of unusual size or shape.
It is said be could walk hy the shelves ol
any large library and tell something in
teresting about 90,000 out of 100,000 books
He bought for many libraries and collect
ors, and had the reputation of compiling
more catalogues than any man in the
country. At this, as well as at great book
sales, he made a great deal of money,
netting it is thought $.5000 out of the three
Brinley sales; but of late years the in
practioability which seems characteristic
of bibliophiles has lessened his prosperity
Though his vitality has been recently im
paired by Bright s disease, ot which he
died, he presisted in going to his store up
to the last for the companionship he found
in his rare volumes.
A Mexican Hotel. The Mexican ho
tel furnishes lodging that is all. Kou en
gage your room by the day or month, and
you get your bed and toilet. Of course
we ring for the ice water, and tho waiter
brings us water without ice; we ask if we
can't get ice, and are told that we can if
we send out and buy it. Before going to
bed my chum bethinks me of his physic
and asks for warm water; the waiter can't
get us any warm water, because tho only
place to get it is at tbe bathing establish
ment, and thai is closed at 9: 30. We need
a Swon and send n boy furonot ho returns
and reports that the restaurant is closed,
and the cafo wouldn't trust him with a
spoon. I go down to the cafe, when the
proprietor, a very polite Frenchman, says:
I am very sorry to give you the trouble
to como down stairs; I am very glad to
lend you anything in my establishment
but I have lived too long in this country to
take the word of one ot those fellows for
The force of the hotel consists of a sad
looking clerk, who writes the names of the
guests in chalk on a blackboard, a melan
choly custodian of the keys, two bare-footed
Comanche boys for general utility, and
two waiters on each floor. It is owned by
the Iturbes, who are the richest family in
Mexico. They paid $130,000 for the prop
erty. and make $40,000 or $50,000 a year
from it. They own the whole block, the
Hotel B izar, the Hotel San Carlos, and
whole blocks of the best property in tho
eity. There are two ot them, and their
fortunes are estimated at zu,uuu,uuuu
iipiecc: Cnrrcsjiomlciire of the St. l,ouis
Choosing Youk Associates One ot
the must endearing connections with this
life is to know that we have friends whom
we have tried nud can trust. Such friends
are very scarce, and perhaps, rarer Btill
are those people who know or are capable
of judging when they have such friends.
Our characters are formed for good or bad
from the company we keep. Confidence
in our power to refrain from the vices of
others 100 ouen lean 10 me iish 01 miu
lin" with associates whom we know to be
our inferiors both mentally and morally.
The daily influence of such company will
blind us to what we know to be wrong and
we are unconsciously led into acting in
such a manner as we would have former
In forming friendships avoid these types,
and let your mode of living be directed
by comparing your daily actions wiih the
standard of what you conscientiously
consider morally right. Beware of the
two-faced man. A slur coming from one
that is supposed to be your friend oarries
with it more destruction than many things
equally untruthful from every known
enemy you have. You had better make
such men your outright enemies rather
than have them continue as your apparent
friends. Simply ignore them and waive
all combativeness with tliom; that is, so
far as your intuitively revengeful nature
Constipation. Hall's Journal of Health
thinks it is doubtful if consumption num
bers as many victims as are stricken down
by tho various diseases that result from
habitual constipation. True consumption
is an inherited dUease. It may remain
always dormant, but when aroused to
action, decay commences at a point cir
cumscribed, and gradually extends unless
arrested until so much of the lungs
becomos involved that vital action ceases.
The evils of constipation rejult from in
attention to the calls of nature, and usually
commence with children whose habits are
not closely looked to by their parents.
Tho processes of nature are always aotive
while life lasts. When effete matter is re
tained a moment beyond the time its ex
pulsion is demandod, the system commen
ces its efforts to get rid of It. When the
natural egress is checked, the absorbents
carry the more nuiu portions 01 mo poison
ous mass into the circulation, and it be
comes diffused throughout the body. The
more solid or clay-like portion is forced
into the lower rectum, where it becomes
firmly impacted, thus cutting olf the
circulation in the small blood vessels,
causing painful engorgements known as
piles or hemorrhoids. A continuance of
these troubles often results in fissure,
fistula, or onncer. The trouble Is seldom
confined here. As a result of the blood
poisoning we almost Invariably find more
or less dyspepsia, with decided derange
ment of the functions of the heart, liver
and kidneys, accompanied by headache
and nervous debility, often verging on
paralysis. Scientific American.
MONTPELIER, VT., WEDNESDAY, JUNE
Millions of Wild Pigeons.
A KOOST OF IMMENSE EXTKNT IN THE IN
Thero arrived on Saturday night, at a
place near Jersey City, a oar containing
H.iiK) wild pigeons that had been shipped
from Atoka, Indian Territory. They are
the first installment of 20,000, which W. P.
Thomas of I'hillipsburg, N J., contracted
to supply to the New York state sports
men's association. The pigeons were plao
ed in pens, from which they will be taken
as wanted. These pens aro simply low.
close sheds. An inclined plane ol slatted
framework in each pen furnishes the pig
ons with a roost. They are Very shy. A
slight noise on the outside of a pen pro
duces a loud whir on tbe inside.
Mr. Thomas makes a business of trap
ping pigeons for field sport. He will get
lour more car loads lrom the Indian terri
tory, making a total of 40,000 pigeons.
"The business will not be a profitable
one this year," he said, "because we have
had to go so far to get them. Heretofore
the pigeons have roosted in Pennsylvania
or Michigan. But this year, owing to the
late, cold spring, they did not come as far
north as usual, and the made a roost in the
i.,o.. ..c. -... ; .. r . . r iiie 1 ,o 1
Territory, 110 miles away from tho nearest
railroad station. I had to transport all my
luilltjcr and supplies from Atoka, nnd tbe
pigeons had to be hauled there fir ship
ment. At one time I hid fifteen wagons
on the road. There are several streams to
Oo forded, and the Arhucklo Mountains
have to be crossed, but most of tbe way the
road is pretty level. It took a wagon aliout
three days to make the trip from the roost
"The roost is the largest I have ever
seen. The country there is thickly grown
over with what they call post oak timber,
from the fact, I suppose, that the trunks
are just about post size. Tho acorns are
so abundant that it is a splendid feeding
ground for them. I went into the roost
for about ten miles without finding any
signs of an end. Every tree was thick
with pigeons, tho branches bending down
with their weight. When the birds have
been coining home from tho feeding
grounds in the evening I hive sojn a
stream about a mile broad now through
the air for two hours ihick enough to hide
the sun, and making a noise like thunder.
Should judge the roost to bo about twenty
miles long and hftcen broad.
"There has been little or no shooting.
nnd that has been a good thing for us, as
shooting makes the birds scarry and hard
er to trap. Thero is plenty of deer and
turkeys on the resesvation and tho rotta
wattomies do not care for pigeons, so tbey
do not hunt in the roost. The Indians
were very friendly, and some of them are
working for a St. Louis firm that are catch
ing squabs and shipping them to market.
Men go about with poles punching the
squabs out of their nests. They are pack
ed in barrels with ice, and sent to all the
largo cities as far north as Boston. My
business was altogether with the live pig
eons, which we caught in nets."
Mr. Thomas explained the methods of
the trapiiers. The nets used will cover a
space of 40 feet by 30. One end of the net
is lastened to a rope, which is drawn taut.
so that when let go the net is thrown out
like an arrow, falling upon the pigeons
that have gathered in front of it. The
pigeons are generally caught on thoir
feeding ground or their water beds. When
1 good leeding ground is located the nets
are sot, nnd the trapper puts himself in a
hut of boughs at one end ol the net line.
n 'i'ous are saved trom ono season to an-
nlher for use as decoys. When a flock ol
pigeons is snon coming a pigeon is thrown
up in the air to attract the attention of the
flock, tho bird being pulled down again
with a string. This bird is called the flyer.
Another decoy bird called the stool pigeon
is made use of the same time. He is tied
to a perch on the free end of a stripol iron
band about four feet long. As the flock
approaches a string is pulled which makes
Ihe spring Pounce bum up and down, ami
lie flaps his wings to keep his balance. He
presents the appearance to the approach
ing flock of a bird hovering over a feed
ing ground, and they settle down around
How many pigeons have you caught at
one time?" the reporter asked.
I once saw sixty-seven dozen caught at
one cast of the net," said .Mr. Thomas,
"but thirty or forly dozen 13 an avtrage
big catch. Sometimes there will be only
a dozen or so. I havo seen the net Idled
up on tho wings of tho pigeons until It
bellied out like a balloon. A number of
pigeons toward the edge are apt to get out
but the men are quick, and work around
tho edges, stowing the birds in crates as
fast as they get them out, and rolling the
net up as they work in, until they have got
all the pigeons, when the not is set agaiu
for another cast."
The pigeons are caught on water beds
as well as on feeding grounds. A water
bed is made by filling an excavation with
waler The pigeons on their way homo
from feeding will stop to drink, and ate
caught under tho nets. Sometimes salt is
used. "This season," said Mr. Thomas,
"the acorns were so plentiful that the birds
did not have to search for feeling grounds
and did not decoy well. The water beds
did not draw well, either, as they had the
Canada river, tho water of which is alka
line, so that salt also ha I no attractions for
them. We caught the most on gravel beds
along tho river as they would settle down
for stones to put in ibtir props to grind up
the acorns." J
Pigeons are methodical in their habits
in these groat roosts! Early in the morn
ing the Tom flight occurs This is com-
)osed of the male birds on their way to tho
feeding grounds. When they have fed and
drunk, they return to tho ncsis, and the
female birds go to feed. The hen flighl
takes place between 8 and 9 o'clock. In
the afternoon there is another Tom flighl,
and toward evening another hen flight.
The birds stop for gravel or water on thoir
wav borne from feeding.
The crates in which the birds are ut
when caught are simply large flat coops.
The notters are spread over an area of
twelve or fourteen miles, hvory evening
the teams make a round and collect all the
crates. It is now necessary to get the birds
"on their feed, or else they will die. 1 hey
are put in pen- and given corn to eat, with
plenty of water to drink. For several days
alter they are captured they will hardly
eat at all, and it is only alter thoy have
become nccustomod to the change that
they can be again cratod and shipped.
Two men travel in the car, and tbe pigeons
are regularly fed and watered. The car
load which arrived on Saturday night was
shipped on imirsday morning, and Ihe
birds were fed and watered four times
while en route.
Pigeons nost four times a season, having
ono egg to a nest. "One result of the in
accessible naluro of the locality of this
year's roost," said Mr. Thomas, "is lhat
the increase is larger than ever known
before. The number of squabs killed and
pigeons netted is insignificant in compari
son with the number hatched out. 'lucre
are millions of them there."
These wild pigeons are smaller than tho
domestic pigeon. Their plumage is a
mixture of slate and gray, fluty have
long tail feathers, and are birds of far
quickor and stronger flight than ordin
" But do you know, pa," said the farm
ors's daughter, when bespoke to her about
the addresses of his neighbor's son; "you
know, pa, ma wants me to marry a man
of culture." "So do I, my dear; and
there is no better culture in the country
than ngricuitura." .
Dear's Waler Wheel Adventure.
The saw mill and turning shop where
Harvey (rates passed his days was a
charmed spot to his little daughter Dear.
She loved to run down the hill and spring
In at the open door and call her father to
his dinner. She loved tosee tho glittering
saw singing its way through the hard
wood; and to watch her father as he stood
at the turning lathe, with a paper cap
perched on his head and see the chip-like
shavings Ay from his ohisel and settle over
and around him, till he looked not like a
snow man, but a chip man; his brown
eyes looking steadily out nnder the fringe
ot shavinks hiding his eyehrows. Hut
best of all she loved to stand at the open
window over the great waler wheel, and
watch it going slowly and heavily round
and round. Tne pond and milldam lay
just aliove the shop, nnd the water came
down in a high wooden trough, and iben
poured into the buckets set thick around
the outside of the wheel ; constantly com
ing up to be filled, and constantly going
down to pour out thanklessly the water
they had so bountilully received; ever
coming and going ceaselessly round and
round. Wbon tbe pond was lull, more
.n onnmrh walla In Hllth hncbwls nt-tme
down the trough, pouring in a bright
cascade over the wheel, sending showers
of spray in all diiections. It was a great
delight to toss handfuls of turning shav
ings over this cascade, nnd see them glide
down and float away like fleets of ships
on a turbulent stream. But in June and
July the fussy brook that fed the pond
grew shy and capricious, giving barely
sufficient water to turn the wheel a few
hours each morning; and when August
came it hid away in still, dark pools
overhung with alders and interlacing
grapevines, leaving long stretches of its
stony bed white and bare in the blazing
sunshine Then tho great wheel stood
still lor days and weeks together. Then,
if the children were very good, Dear was
permitted 10 take Koundlop and Squarotop
and Tiptop, and play keep bouse in the
This would seem to be a queer place to
keep house in, but its very ch irm consist
ed in ils being a queer place. Al such
times the wheel wasolean and dry. With
a little assistance from Deer, Koundlop
and Squarotop could clambor in. Tiptop
could lie lifted in, and as thero was then
no water under the wheel, if Ihey tumbled
out the tumble was of little consequence;
indeed, il helped to diversify proceedings
and to keep up a constant refrain of warn
ings on Dear s part. The stout, square
arms of wood that stretched hltller nnd
thither across the interior of the wheel,
wore planted around the rims, leaving a
clear space tightly boarded through the
middle. Here Dear set her table and
brought in bils of plank for seals, and
fastened Tiplop so that he couldn't got
away as tho wheel was firmly poised, all
and ihe running and jumping and climbing
failed to make it budgo an inch. Ron nil
top and Squarotop climbed along tbe
horizontal arms, and with benl pins
fastened to strings, fished in the dry bed
of the stream and such trout and roach
and shiners as they caught! One or tho
other were continually getting "bites."
and taking off imaginary iisb and putting
them in imaginary baskets. Then Dear
cooked them over an imaginary lire, and
served I hem on imaginary plates. But
oh dear! how hungry they were when
their imaginary dinners were through!
They usually ondod by a stampede up to
the iious') for thick slices of rye bread and
butler lhat wore anything but imaginary,
and were eaten with great gusUi out un
der the apple trees.
Directly alter Dear s talk with her
father, when she told him how she had
tried to see God, he made this stipulation
with her mother, that since il was neces
sary that Dear should have the care of the
younger children, she should have one
hour each day that should be absolutely
free from care and responsibility. That
hour should bo her own, to spend in her
own way, without question or comment;
and he made it his business to see that the
stipulation was carried into effect, till il
became a habit with winch no one of the
household thought of interfering. Out
side of that hour she was to to do what
ever was reatiirod of her cheerfully and
promptly. No one could tell what a relief
this arrangement was to Dear. Ihe one
hour became the golden hour of the
Sometimes she spent it wandering up
and ilowu the brook that bounded the
Gates farm, northeasterly, till she knew
every bend and turn every clump of
alders and shining pool, making triends
with all ihe fishes therein. Sometimes
she spent it in the belt of woods on the
opposite side side of tbe brook, learning,
hall unconsciously, wonocriui wuouiure.
But as she grew older, ino nour was
oflenest spent hidden in somes olitary
nook, book in hand, lost to nil things
olse, itill a sudden blast lrom Hie tin
horn her father kept at the shop warned
hor that tho hour had come to its end.
Not unfreouentlv during the long, hot
summer days the hour was passed in the
waler wheel, lying where the curve 01 tue
wheel sloped upward, wuu one uauu
under her cheek, cool nnd quiet, and
eadtng uninterruptedly on and on. she
fell into this habit early one summer,
while vet the pond yielded enough water
10 turn tho wheel a few hours in the morn-
ln. While that was possible, there was
a leakage from tho pond. The gate which
hut down over the entrance of the trough
being under water, and not strictly water
tiL'htT a small portion would trickle
through and run down to the wheel, slow
ly tilling two or three of the topmost
biic-kelsnm! whon they were quite full
tho wheel suddenly turned hall way
round, spilling the water out, and sway
ing slowly to and fro for a moment, tue
huge wheel regained ils former poise, and
stood waiting till more buckets filled,
when the same operation was repeated
again and again. Dear always knew by
the tremulous vibratory motion when tho
wheel was losing its balance, and was
ready to slide with it when the rush came
She liked that; It was better than sliding
down tbe hill, for there was no sled to
drag up. She called the' wheel her coach,
and the buckets her horses; but she very
woll know lhat her position would be
dangerous one if by any accident sufficient
water should get into the trough to turn
the wheel continuously. Escape between
the revolving arms would be almost im-pos-iibie,
and she would soon become dizzy
and exhausted in continually sliding with
the tiirninir wheel, lor tills reason she
was careful to know that the wheel had
stouned running for the day, hoiore yen
turinir wilbin. But with all her caution
she was one day caught.
There had been a snarp siiuwer me
previous afternoon, and tne pond had
more than its usual supply for a July day,
and after running till noon there was sua
sufficient water remaining to turn the
wheel. The gate, however, was Olosed ;
md after dinner. Dear iaw her falhor
drivu ,IT with a wazon load ot Dobbins
for one of the cotlon mills tanner aown
tlm vutlnv. Heir's mother was very busy,
and Tiny, the now baby, was fretful, and
Onar airreed to take her hour later in the
dnv than usual.
It. wilh nasi 4 O 'clock when Dear, book
in hand, stole down to Ihe silent mill.
How iml and still it was there! How
pleasant it was to hear the drip, drip, of
ol the water into tne oucaeis, wmuu
slowly filled, and at long intervals sudden
ly turned the wheel half around! . It was
pleasant to hear the trickling of the
ai,-..., it hu.illv need away from under
the wheel, but pleasanter still to lift har
eyes lrom the page, and the noiseless
nestle of the birds hidden in the cool
green alders on tbe opxsite side of the
orook. Hut presently she grew absorbed
in her book, and lost all consciousness of
-light and sound; feeliug, with out thinking,
the tremor of tho wheel, and miking
ready for the rush as the buckets filled
and wont down from time to time
Meanwhile tho hour drew to its close.
Harvey Gite-i had returned, and wis
stepping around in tho mill overhead.
Dear did not hear him, even when lie
began to whistle, thinking, "There's waKtr
enough to saw this lumber to-night, nnd
lhat will help out to-morrow," and away
he went to the xind and lifted the gate.
Dear felt tho quivering of tho wheel,
and was ready tor the turn half way
round, and the usual sagging to and fro;
but somnhow, when the wheel got half
way round, it forgot to stop, it kept on
going quite round. That aroused Dear.
and she started up to hear the rushing of
tbe water as it came down the trough
I h i gate was raised, and the wheel was
going swiflor and swifter. She heard the
sullen grind of the cog wheels that car
ried the driving belt, and a moment later.
the sharp singing of the saw, as it struck
tbe plank in her fathers's hands. She knew
- t j L., u.a li.ppt-iioil , sue nuetv
that she could not get oil' alive between the
rapidly revolving arms of the wheel. She
knew, too, that shout ever so loud, she
could not make hor lather hear. Bin
thought of her mother and of the children
up at the house; and then, growing faint
and dizzy, she clutched with a desperate
grasp at the water wheel as it struck her
hands, and instantly felt herself borno up
and up as the wheel swept over, and then
rein.-inbered no more.
Harvey Gaies, whistling at bis work.
shoved aside tho sticks of the bobbin tim
ber as they were eaten through by the saw,
wl en suddenly, above bis wnistling and
the singing of tho saw, he heard shouted
in his ear, " Shut the U,itc ' He started
and looked over his shoulder, spoiling a
strip of wood that went into the saw
awry. There was no one to be seen.
there was no one in the shop, and stoop
ing. he picked up another plank for the
saw, when he heard again, "Shut the
Gate!" The voice was strangely urgent
Something is wrong," said he, as ho
sprang out of the shop, and running up to
tne pond, and sunt the ga'e. " What s the
matter? what's wanting?" demandod ho
when ho reached the mill again.
There was no answer. He looked in
doors and out. There was no one in
sight. He made a thorough search of tho
premises with the same unsatisfactory
result. There was no one in tho mill but
himself. He went back to his saw, per
plexed and chagrined, lor of late he was
growing slightly deaf, there was a ringing
in his ears, and he sometimes thought be
heard voices when he was quite alone,
and he grew impatient at tho delusion.
Mover before had ho boon imposed upon
to the ex'ent of shutting his gito and
stopping his work. Vexed with himself,
ho turned to go up and raise the gate
ugain, but as he turned, he looked out of
the open window oyer the water wheel.
' Ihe shower must have been severe
north of us yesterday," said he, thinking
of the increased waler flow which showed
itself in the brook below tho mill, sud
denly his eye caught something floating
down the stream. W is it an open book?
And what was that caught under the
alders a blue gingham suiibonnet?
lor an instant Ihe mans heart stool,
still, and his breath came wilh a gasp;
but tho next in nuent he was aroon I to
the water wheel, now quite motionless.
Yes, there it was, lust whit ho feared o
see, a limp mass tumbled on the floor of
tbe wheel. Il took some tune to unclasp
the small arms clinging so de-qieratclv to
one of the arms of the wheel; but at last
it was done, and ho carried D.tar up and
laid her on a pile of shavings in the shop.
while hoi tears rained over the still while
face. " How can I take her to her
mother?'' ho said; nnd then, as if the
tears on her face or the sound of his voire
aroused her. Dear moved, and slowly
opened her eyes.
' 1 in all right, papa, she said, mooting
his anxious face; and presently she added
thoughtfully, and as it speaking to herself,
lie heard me, I knew Ho would.
" Who heard you?'' asked her fallier,
raising her in his arms to make sure that
no bones were broken.
"Jesus," said tho child softly. "You
see, papa, I knew I couldn't gi-l out, and I
couldn't make you hear, and I thought I
had got to die there; and then I reiueiu
bered Jesus could bear, and when I
caught the arm of the wheel I cried out.
' lord Jusus, tell my papa (!' And
He told you didn't He, pipar"
Harvey Gates could not speak. Dear
looked wonderingly in his startled, illu
mined face. After a moment, seeing that
she waited for an answer, be said witii
unsteady lips: " Yes dear-I think he did."
tiunditu Hetool Times.
Mks. Beechek's Mistake Every
thing wilh the name of Beocher attached
to it is sure to exoite interest. A good
deal of interest is felt just now in a will
case in Westchester county, on account of
the association of Mrs. 11. W. Bencher's
name wilh il. When Thomas J. Turner,
who had charge of Mr. Boucher's farm in
Pcokskill, died, in January last, he left
properly of the value of about ten thou
sand dollars. It was known mat he had
made a will, but no will was found. The
lawyer who drew the will made a copy of
it nt the time nnd put it away, nud the
copy is now ottered in lieu of tho will
which Turner executed and took away.
and whioh he afterward said was among
his papers. In the proceedings attending
tho offering of tho copy, a man named
Bulger, who worked on the farm under
Turner, baa testified that immediately
after Turner's death Mrs. Boucher took
charge of all his papers and effects. Next
morning she ordered him to take away a
lot of papers which had belonged to
Turner, and sell them at Pcokskill, as she
did not want thorn about the place any
longer. The same day she ordered him
to soil another lot. He sold both lots and
gave Mrs. Boechor the money he received
about a dollar and a half. His story is
that Mrs. Beeoher seomod very anxious to
get rid of almost everything that belonged
to Turner, even before he was buried.
Turner had told him that his will was in a
trunk, and he (Bulger) gave the key of
this trunk to Mrs. Buecher at her com
mand. It looks as if Mrs. Beechor had
made an unfortunate mistake in ordering
the removal of Turner's papers in the way
she did. When it became known that
Turner had made a will, which was miss
ing, nnd that Mrs. Buecher was the only
one who had access after his death to the
place where Turner had said it could be
found, of course there wore plenty of
unoharltable tongues to wag aboul the
matter. It is not wise for nny one to
meddle with a dead man's papers, excepl
as the law allows. New York Correspond
enoa Hartford Times.
Mrs. Muller out her throat at Cincinnati
nine years ago. Her attempt at suicide
was a failure, though she has never fully
recovered from tho wound. She had quar
reled with her husband, and thoir dittur
ences have continued. Muller Ircquently
upbraided her for not dying when she
wished to, and urged her to try again.
On tbe anniversary of the event, n few
days ago, he said that he would show ber
by taking bis own lite bow to properly
commit suicide. He aimed a pistol at his
heart nnd fired, but a rib diverted tb bul
let, .and ha will recover.
Storm al the Signal Slat ion, Ml. Wash,
Noticing that the sides of the summit
were strewed with boards, beams nnd de
bris of all sorts, my guide explained that
what I saw was tho result of the great
January gale, which had dem dished the
large shed used as an engine house, scat
tering the loose fragments far and wide.
I begged him to give me his recollection
" During the forenoon preceding the
gale we observed nothing very unusual;
but the clouds kept sinking nnd sinking
until tho summit was quite above them.
Lite in the afternoon my comrade, Ser
geant M -, cama to where I was lying
iDeil sick, and said: there is going to he
tho devil to pay, so I guess 1 II make every
Ihingsnug.' "By 9 o'clock in the evening the ind
had increased to one hundred miles an
hour, with heavy sleet. At midnight the
velo iiy ol tho storm was one hundred
and twenty miles, and the exposed ther
mometer recorded twenty-four degrees
below zero. With the stove red, we could
hardly get it alvove freezing inside the
bouse. Water froze within throe fuel of
. fi,a ,n r..ot, .viioro yu uro nw sit
" At this time ihe noise outside was
leafening. About 1 o'clock tho wind rose
to 0110 hundred and fifty miles. It was
now mowing a Hurricane. 1 110 wind,
gathering up all the loose ice of tin
mountain, dashed it against the house
with one continued roar. I lay wondering
how long the building would stand this,
when all al once lliero came a crash.
M shouted to me to get up; but I had
tumbled out in a hurry on hearintr il
glass go. You see, I was dressed to keep
myself warm in bed.
" Our united on irts were hardly equal
to closing tho storm shutters from ihe
inside, but wn finally succeeded, though
the lights went out when tho wind came
in, and wo worked in the dark."
Ho lose to show me how the shutters of
Lbick oak were first secured by an iron
liar, and secondly by strong wooden
billions firmly screwed in the windotv
' We had scarcely done this," resumed
Doyle, " and were shivering over tho fire,
when a heavy gust of wind again burst
ipen the shutters, as easily as it they had
never been fastened at all. We sprang to
mr ieei. Alter a naru tussle we again
secured the windows, hy nailing a cleat to
tho floor, against which ono end of the
board was fixed, using the other as a lover.
You understand?" I nodded. " Well.
yen then it was all wo could do to force
the shutters back into place, hut we did it.
We h'M to do it.
" The rest of the night we passed in tho
momentary expectation that the building
would bo blown into luekcrman s, nnd
we with it. At 4 o'clock in the morning
the wind registered one hundred and
eighty-six miles. It had shifted then from
east to northeast. From this timo it
steadily fell to ton miles at 9 o'clock. This
was tho biggest blow ever experienced 011
' Suppose the house had gone, and the
hotel stood last, could you have effected
m entrance into thi hotel ? ' I asked.
" Wo could not have faced the gale."
" Not for a hundred feet? not in a mat
ter of life and death?"
'Impossible. The wind would have
lifted us from our feet like bags of wool.
We would havo been dashed againsl the
oeks, and smashed like egg-shells." was
ihe quiet reply.
"And so tor some hours vou expected
to be swept into eternity?"
, ." t" nid. Each wrapped
lilinseU in blankets and quuis. mul
ing ihe-e tightly around him with
ropers, to which were attached bars of iron,
so lhat if the house wont by the board we
Plight stand a chance a slim one of an
choring somewhere, somehow."
When, on the following morning, I
busied myself getting ready to go down
tho mountain, 1 heard a prolound sigh,
followed by Homo half audible words,
proceeding from the adjoining- room
These words rang in my ears all lhat day.
"Ah, this horrible solitude!" A'. A
Drake, in Harper's Magazine for July.
The. Revised New Testament.
The Detroit Free I'ress publishes an ad
dress by "Bro. Gardner," on the revised
New lestament as follows:
"I take pleasure an' satisfaction," said
the president as he held up a parcel, " in
informin' you a worthy citizen of Detroit,
who does nol care to have his name men
shioned. has presented dis revised eilisllun
of de Bible lo du Unie kiln Club. We do
not open our meotin's wid prayer, nor do
we close by singin' de doxolog), but
neberdeless I am silah dis gift will be
highly appreshiated hy all. Dar has bin
considiible talk in dis club about dis revis
ed cdishnn. Some of you hah got de idea
dat purgatory has all !een wiped out an'
healien enlarged twice ober, an' I have
beard oddors assert dat it didn't forbid
lyin', stoalin', an' passin' off bad money.
My friends, you am sadly mistaken. Uell
is jist as hot as cber, an' healien hasn't got
any 1110' room. In lookin' ober some of de
changes las' night I selected out a few
paragraphs which hab a gineral b'arin.
Fur instance, it am jist as wicked to steal
watormel'.yons as it was las' y'ar or y'ar
befo', an' do akeereer do crap de bigger de
No change has bin made in regard to
loalin' ai oun' do streets. Do loafer i.m
considered jist as mean and 'ow as eber he
was an' I want lo add my belief dat he
will grow meaner in public estlmashuu all
Do ten comniandments am all down
heaih widout change. Stealin, an' lyin'
an' covetin' an' runnin' out nights am con
sidered jis as bad as eber.
I can't find any paragraph in which men
am excused from payin' dcir honest debts
an' supporlin' deir fam'lies.
I can't fin' whar a poo' man or a poo'
man's wife, white or black, am 'spooled to
sling on any particular style.
Dog figblin' chicken liftin', polytics,
plnyin' koenls for money, and hangin
aroun' fur drinks, an' all sich low bizness
am considered meaner dan eber. Fact is,
I can't fiu' any changes whatever which
lets up on a man from boin' plumb up an'
down squar' an' honest wid de world.
Dey have changed the word ' Hull ' to
'Hades.' but at do same lime added to de
strength of de brimstun an' de size of de
pit, an1 we want to koep right on de straight
path if wo would avoid it. Doan't let any
white man make you helieve dat we's lost
any gospel by dis revision, or dat Peter or
Paul or Moses hab undergone any change
of sperrit regardin' do ways of libin' ro-
a,.a,,tuK1,- an' .Ittin1 hntinrilhlv ''
This old lady sums up the revision as
I may be itllbboru and out of date,
llut my balr li white aa enow.
And I love tbe tbluira I learned to loa
In tbe heailttfultlouir aifo.
I caunot be cl'aiiKlug at my time :
'Twould be loalnir part of myself,
You may lay tbe new New Testament
Away on the nppor abelf.
1 ell nw to the one my good man read
In our nreside prayers at nlKht;
To the one my little children llaped
Ere tbey faded out of my sifrbt.
I shall irather my dear ones close ag-ain
W here tbe many manBlons be.
And till then tbe Bible l're always had
Is a Kood enough book for me.
" Twenty years ago," says'; a colored
philosopher, " niggers was wuf a thousand
dollars apiece. Now dey would be dean
nt two dollars a dozen. It 'stoniihin' bow
de race am depreciatin'."
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tion, but un rhartn-a liiaib- ol leas tbau au ceuta.
N.rtli-esor liatbs and Marriaires lurted irratia but
ett-uded Obituary .V .u. es ..flwry will be ,;u..ra-ed at
thtt rate of a iteuta wr but. ' 1
To Hie Yiuinir Ladles of our Land.
TliatourdfliitftitT mar lie a (-orii,-r-st-ini-M. pollaued
alter in aiiuihtiij- of a pala-e.-pH. It: li
A call goes forth from the mothers and
older sisters of the woman's national
Christian temperance union "to come over
into Macedonia and help us."
At the annual convention held at In
dinnaKilis. 1H79. the subj;t of interesting
young woman in our loved temperance
cause claimed especial attention, and a
resolution was passed in favor of more
active efforts being made to obtain the aid
and co operation of this large and influen
tial class; plans of work were also discus
sed and suggestions given. Recognizing
the great power young ladies wiold in the
home, in the social and educational world,
we would earnestly urge thai, they declare
themselves on the'side of total abstinence,
and uscthoir influence in persuading others
to do the same, uniting in young women's
Christian temperance unions for the fur
therance of such principles.
The tenierance work of to day is so
wide and varied in its departments that it
furnishes a piace for all. To the young
especially isgiven the opportunity of gain
ing information with regard lo alcohol and
its effects, and the power of dissemina ing
knowledge, thus influencing tho wider
circles of society, which shall in due time
"T." npnn lh, n-tlion
Those wlio have already engaged in the
work of tho worn in's Christian temperance
union can abundantly testify to tho pres
ence and power of the II ly Spirit in the
various meetings, besides tho blessing that
has come to their individual lives. Assured
of the privilegos extended and tho Heaven
ly compensation lhat will follow, we would
cordially invite t he daughter of thiseountry
to "glean even among the sheaves ' in our
temperance harvest field. Timidly though
you may cnier in. looking to the Divine
Husbandman, the promise is yours, "Not
by might, n or by power, but by my Spirit
saith the Lord ."
Mrs. F. J. Baksks,
Skaneatolos, N. Y.
Miss Anna Gordon, Auburnilale. Mass. j
Miss Mary U Sherman, Sodus. N. Y.; Miss
Ella J. Garrison, Millville, N.J.: Mrs. li.
II. MuLod, 94 Edmonson avenue. Balti
more, Md.; Miss Meda Cole, Paris. III.,
committee on young lamies' work for the
N. W. C. T. U.
DituNKARD M,vkeks. Do Ialdressono
whose regular employment in lifo Is to
minister to this appetite? Get out of lhat
business! If a woo be pronounced upon
the man who gives his neighbor drink. how
many woes must he hanging over the man
who does this every day and every hour in
(iod knows better than von do yourself
the number of drinks you have poured out.
ion Keep a list; but a more accurate list
has beon kept than yours. You m iv call
it Burgundy, Bourbon, Cognac, Heldsick
Hock; God calls it strong drink. Whether
you sell it in a low oyster cellar, or behind
the polished counter of a first class hotel,
the divine curse is upon you. I tell you
plainly that you will meet your customers
one day when thero will be no counter be
tween you. When your work is done on
earth, and you enter the reward of your
business, all Iho souls ot the men you have
destroyed will crowd around you and pour
their bitterness into your cup. They will
show you their wounds, and say. "You
made them; 'and point to their unqueueh
able thirst, and say, "Yon kindled it;". and
rattle their chain, and say, "You forged
it." Then thuir united groans will smite
your car; and with the hands out of which
von onee nicked the sixpences and dimes,
they will push yon off the vor 'e of great
precipices while rolling up from beneath
and breaking among ihe crags will thun
der: "Woe to him that giveth bis neighbor
drink!"-''. De Witt Talwue, NatH Tern.
Don't Givk it Away. O.i the way to
Torre Haute, a traveler with Ihe air and
appearance of a man who knew it all, ap
proached the fat passenger, and said, in
tho shocked tones of a in in of li 10 foolinfs :
' Wasn't it drea lhd? "
"I should say it wis," the fat piisonger
" Did you hear about it?" the travelor
continued, more impressive than ever."
" I saw it, ' the fat p;issengur replied,
eyen more impressively.
There was an awkward silence of sev
eral minutes between them, and the trav
eler went back to his seat wilh a discour
aged expression. Presently ho came
forward and approached the tall, thin pas
senger. "Sir," ho said, "did you know they were
taking up a collection for his family? "
I should piuseto hesitate' said the
tall, thin passenger. " Headed the list
with a ten dollar note myseir. '
Tho smart traveler's countenanoe drop
pod, but ho spoke still hopefully.
" Ah, you heard of the sad circumstance.
"Heard of it," exclaimed thu tall, thin
passenger. ' I was mixed up in it all the
The smart travaler sighed and once more
resumed his scat. His face brightened up
after a while, and he came to the front
once moro, laying his hand softly on the
arm ol the sad passenger.
"Sir," he said, did you know the train
ran over n man at the last station?"
" Ho was my only brother," said the sad
passenger in a hushed murmur. And then
he bent his head forward and covered his
face with his bands.
Tho smart traveler looked really dis
tressed. But he rallied by-an l-by, and in
a last determined effort ho approached the
man on the wood box. Assuming an ex
pression of the most intenso horror, he
" Pitiful heavens! I am faint with fear
and horror yet ! Did you know that the
train struck a man on that bridge and tore
him to pieces l "
The man on the wood box leaned for
ward, shaded his mouth with his hand, and
said in a thrilling whisuor, that wont hiss
ing down the car :
" Sh! Don't give il away, but I am the
man!" It seemed to be about time to
close the lodge.
The yo.ing people's floral concert, held
at the Center church, last Sunday, was a
success, the church being well filled, The
flowers were profuse and tastefully ar
ranged; there was also a fine collection of
house plants. Two canaries that hung in
the windows made the church vocal with
their music. Among the floral decorations
was a very beautiful cross made by Miss
Sarah Tolles; but the most prominent and
impressive was the motto: "We Anchor
our Hope in Heaven," in the rear of the
pulpit. Ihe letters were made ot ever
green, nnd the nnchor of evergreen nnd
flowers. It was magnificent. The exer
cises were interesting, nnd we enjoyed
them nnd the surroundings. We were
permitted to listen to one of the best ser
mons we ever heard, by the pastor. Rev.
I E. Rockwell. Perkinsville Cor. of Vt.
"I assure you, gentlemen," said the
convict upon entering the prison. " that
the place has sought me, and nol I the
place. My own affairs really demanded
all my time and attention, anil I may truly
say that my selection to fill this position
was an entire surprise. Had I consulted
my own interests I should have peremp
torily declined to serve, but as I am In the
hands of my friends, I see no other course
but to submit."