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Nigh so a grave that was newly made,
Leaned a sexton old, on his earth-worn spade
His work was done, and he paused to wait
The faneral train through the open gate;
A relic of by-gone days was he,
And his locks were as white as the foamy
And these words came from his lips so thin,
uI gather them in 1 I gather them in!"
"I gather them in! for man and boy,
Year after year of grief and joy,
I've builded the houses that lie around
In every nook of this burial ground.
Mother and daughter, father and son,
Come to my solitude, one by one
But come they strangers, or come they kin.
Igather them in! I gather them in I
"Many are with me, butstill I'm alone!
I am king of the dead and I make my throne
On a monument slab of marble cold,
And my scepter of rule is the spade I bold.
Come they from cottage, or come they from
Mankind are my subjects-all, all, all!
Let them loiter In pleasure, or toilfully spin
I sather them in! I gather them in!
"I gather them in, and their final rest
Is bore, down here, in the Earth's dark
And the sexton ceased-for the funeral train
Wound mutely over that solemn plain;
And I said to my heart-when time is told,
A mightier voice than the sexton's old
Will sound o'er the last trump's dreadful din
I gather them in! I gather them in '"
'We don't keep boarders,' said
Mrs. Farquhar, looking in owlish
fashion through her spectacle
glasses at Mr. Stuart Waller.
'We've got plenty to spare with
out the trouble of 'em. You'll
ind the tavern about three-quar
ters of a mile below. You must
have come right past its doors.'
'So I did,' said Mr. Waller, who
possessed the insinuating, chival
ric manner that made every lady
whom he addressed feel herself
for the time being the only femi
nine ereature in all the universe;
'but no amount of money would
hire me to make my home in a
place like that. Here it is like a
glimpse of paradise,' looking
around admiringly at the shady
lawns, the clematis bordered por;b,
and the rose hedges all sprinkled
over with pink buds. 'I am sure,
madam, you will reconsider your
decision, and take me for a few
days, and I will promise to be no
more trouble around the house
than a kitten.'
Mrs. Farquhar was but human,
and the upshot of affairs was that
Mr Waller's trunk arrived the
tOb, mother,' said Patty Far
quhar, knitting her pretty eye
brows, 'why did you let hirm in ?
And we so peaceful and comfor
-Child, why shouldn't I?' said
the widow. 'He's to pay ten dol
lars a week board, and I have no
use for the little-three cornered
room over the parlor.'
'I don't know,' said Patty, slow
ly, but it seems to me I feel exact
ly as Eve must have felt when she
saw the serpent writbing his way
'Nonsense?' exclaimed Mrs.
b,Farquhar, almost angrily.
But Patty only laughed, an'd
ran away under the shadow of
the pink buds to meet her lover.
'Little one,' said Morris, imn
prisoning both her soft white
hands in his, 'I have got bad news
'Bad news, Morris ?'
'I've got to go to Omaha next
week to see about those silver
mines that one of my clients has
an interest in.'
5'Oh, dear,' said Patty, pursing.
Sup her strawberry of a mouth.
'I shall be gone six morths.'
-$ 'Worse and worse,' said Patty.
'But if you say so, Patty'
drawing her to his side, 'we can
be married first and make a wed
ding trip of it.
'The idea !' flashed back Patty,
rawing herself out of his em
race. 'And I without a single
ess made !'
We can buy the dresses after
's all a man knows about
ie C e it's impossible ?'
Othre poited air.
-Ob, quite,' asserted the little
-Then,' said Mr. Newton, with a
sigh, 'you .must write very often,
and be getting your ful-de-rols
ready to be married as soon a" I
'Yes,' said Patty, gravely
'that's more reasonable.'
And she went into the house
utterly ignorant that at the same
time Mr. Stuart Waller was lay
ing a wager with a boon com
panion at the Easteworth Arms
that 'he could cut out that con.
ceited lawyer in less than four
For Mr. Waller was piqued by
Patty's cool indifference, and, un
fortunately, his were the 'idle
bands' for which Satan is said to
have plenty of mischief to do.
'She's pretty after a fashion,'
said he to himself, 'and I mean to
make her dead in love with me
before I'm through.'
Mr. Stuart Waller was a man of
the world. Patty Farquhar was
as young in experience as in
years. They were an ill mated
pair, and it was hardly three
weeks before the tongue of gossip
began to busy itself with the
widow's dark-eyed daughter.
Mrs. Farquhar came into Pat
ty's room one afternoon, and
found her crying as if her heart
would break, and with an open
letter in her lap.
'Heart alive, child ! what's the
matter?' cried the old lady.
'Nothing, nothing, nothing!'
cried Patty, hurriedly wiping her
eyes, 'Only I have got a letter
from Morris, and it makes me feel
so glad and sorry.'
'Folks didn't cry over love let
ters when I was a girl,' said Mrs.
But the letter was more to Pat
ty than her mother suspected.
Every trusting word, every car
essing adjective was an envenomed
arrow in her heart.
Patty knew that almost uncon
sciously ~he had been led into
what seemed to her an innocent
flirtation with Stuart Waller. She
had walked with him in the twi
light, and she had written him
two letters, when he was tem
porarily absent in New York
careless, girlish letters, which,
although sfe had no thought of
harm at the time, she would now
give worlds to recall.
'I'll ask him to return them to
me,' said Patty to herself; 'and
then I'll turn over a new leaf. I
will go to Aunt Prudencia's while
he remains here, and begin my
wedding clothes in good earn
But when Patty Farquhar
preferred her innocent request,
Mr. Wailer laughed in her face.
'My dear Patty,' said he, 'do
you take me for a fool ?'
'My name is Miss Farquhar,'
said the girl, with flashing eyes.
'Excuse me ; but when you say
'I never said such a thing !' in
terrupted Patty, with burning
cheeks and eyes aflame.
'In the letter.'
'I said 'Dear Mr. Waller,' 'pant
'Excuse me once morp. Your
memory plays you false.'
'Will you return me the let
'Miss Farquhar,'- with a low
bow, 'they are a great deal too
precious to me.'
'You refuse ?'
'1 never refuse anything to a
Patty did not stay to hear the
conclusion, but flashed out into
the afternoon sunshine, with a
large lump in her throat and a
curious sensation as if all her
blood was turned to fire.
'What a fool I have been,' she
thought, pacing up and down the
tiny graveled walk like a chained
pantheress, and biting her scarlet
lip. 'Oh, what an idiotic unreas
onable fool! And what will be
come of me if Morris Newton sees
those scrawls ? But surely, in the
wildest moment of infatuation, I
never addressed him as 'Dear
Stuart ?' Be that as it may, how
ever, I must and will get those
Fired with indignation, Patty
Farquhar resolved herself into a
Waller's room and even got a
false key to bis trunk :ind went ev
through the contents, but all in a
vain. And she had the satisfac- Ps
tion of perceiving by Mr. Waller's su
amused and patronizing manner pe
that he knew all about it. ed
'I'll have them yet,' said Patty.
Miss Farquhar was standing O
with clasped bands before the Bt
wide-opened door of the old-fash. he
ioned oven, built on the side of ol
the kitchen chimney and extend. -
ing a sort of hump-back excres
cence out into the lilac bushes.of
the back garden when Mr. Waller
came in with a string of speckled
trout depending from 'is finger.
'La Penserosa 1' said he lightly,
'Pardon me, Patty, but why are
you so grave.?' fre
'My thimble,' said she, 'it has ly
rolled down into the oven-my th
little gold thimble.' w
'And you can't reach it ?' me
'It is impossible.'
'Nothing is impossible when a th
lady's behest spurs one on,' said co
Mr. Waller, gallantly. 'Stand TI
aside one second, Penseosa.' tic
And he sprang valiantly into ta
the yawning depths of the old th
It was decidedly warm, for the an
fires had just been taken out; it ju
was decidedly dark, but no sooner bi
had be entered, than Patty, a
brilliant inspiration lighting her
heart and face alike, swung the M
massive iron door to, and fastened
it with the sturdy bolt.
'Hello !' said Mr. Waller ; 'what
are you doing, Patty ?'
'I'm shutting the door,' Patty 1.'
breathlessly responded. sn
'But I can't find your thimble re
in this Egytian darkness.' I
'I don't want my thimble.' of
do you mean ?' fo
'I mean to have those letters e
back,' announce,l Patty. ph
'Do you want to roast me alive
in this black hole of Calcutta?' th
'1 don't care much whether t1
you roast or not,' replied Patty. lo
'I shall shout for help.' m
-Shout away,' said Patty, with it
a laugh. 'Dorcas is banging out to
clothes by the river, and mother tb
has gone to the village. Do o
'Patty,' imploringly said Wal- by
'Am I to be prisoner here for ot
life ?' he
'Until you give me those let-.
'I can't,' said WaIler, 'I haven't
got them with me.' ta
'But you can tell me where ot
they are, I suppose,' rejoined Pat- ga
The oven was hot and dark-a re
sensation akin to suffocation stole su
over Stuart WaIler-.c
'Let me out,' said he, grinding pc~
his teeth, 'and I will give them to be
'That won't do,' retorted Patty. a
'I must have them before you tr
came out or not at all.' be
'Impossible !' u
'Nothing is impossible when aal
lady's behest spurs one on,' mim- th
icked malicious Patty. s
Mr. Waller uttered an exclama- i,t
tion which w as certainly not a ce
'I can't stand this broiling hole!l' an
shouted he. 'In the little summer on
house under the loose board of the pi,
table. Quick, or I shall be stifled at
to death!' do
Patty flew off as if her tiny feet bu
were garnished with wings. In 3,
the summer house, under the cli
loose board of the table, lay the th
two letters, as Waller had said, th
wrapped in oiled silk, and tied re
with a yellow cigar ribbon. Catch- de
ing them up, she tore them hur- tb
riedly open. tb
'I knew it wasn't 'Dear Stuart,'' ha
8he exclaimed mockingly, and ce
thben tearing them into a shower
of infinitesimal pieces, she flung th
them to the summer wind.
Half a minute later, Mr. Waller. T
crumpled as to linen, frowsy as to s
hair, and streaming with perspi' a
ration, crept out of his sultry n
cell. Patty cartseyed low to greet rb
his egress. ~ at
'Walk out,' said she, 'coward to
and liar.' ot
Mr. Wailer made no reply. es
What rannld ha have said ?
He left Farquhar cottage that
ening. He said he bad received
telegram. Perhaps he bad, but
Ltty had her doubts on that
bject. At all events he diRap.
ared,and Patty Farqubar breath.
free again. -
Morris Newton came back in
:tober, and Patty married him.
it she never told any one, even
r husband, of the episode of the
I brick oven and the two letters.
FOR THE HERALD.
It has been pointed out that the
Lgrance of violets differs wide.
being influenced evidently by
e season and temperature,
rmth and shelter appearing
)st conducive to sweetness.
Herr Kraus has lately proved
at all plabt organs swell and
ntract periodically every day.
is phenomenon is due to varia
us in the amount of water con
ned at different periods during
a twenty-four hours.
The venerable French chemist
d instructor, M. Chevreul, has
t celebrated his ninety-sixth
For the photography of birds in
eir different positions in flying,
Marey employs an instrument,
:e a rifle in shape, giving twelve
ccssive images per second,
ch image being -taken in the
'00 part of a second. In bright
nlight the time of exposure is
duced to the 1 1,500 of a second.
ieso views furnish an analysis
the motion of birds in flight
uich could not be ottained be
.e the perfection of the pro
sses of instantaneous photogra
It is very generally known
at the existence of a planet be
,een Mercury and the sun has
3g been suspected by astrono
3rs, but if such an ob ject exists
is ordinarily rendered invisible
telescopes by the diffusion of
e solar rays. During a total
lipse the glare of the sun is re
>ved, and it is hoped that the
'pothetical planet may be dis
vered on such an occasion,
ith that purpose in view, many
servers will eagerly scan the
avens about the sun during the
lipse of May 17th, which will
chiefly vis.ible in Africa.
It appears to be quite well es
blished that ants and a few
ber insects have the highly or
nized faculty of communicating
ir ideas to one another. The
searches of modern observers,
eh as Subock and McCook, have
nfirmed the belief in such a
wer. Dr. Franklin sbared the
lief, and tested the matter in an
~eresting experiment. He placed
small jar, containing a little
~acle, in a closet, where a num
r of ants soon collected to prey
on the vessel's contents. When
was eaten the Doctor cleared
a jar of the ants, and putting
me fresh treacle in it, suspended
by a string from a nail in the
iling. A single ant remained in
a jar, which ate until satisfied,
d then sought to find its way
t. It was ror some time per.
ixed, but finally climbed the
-ing to the ceiling, and escaped
wn the wall. It had been gone
t a short time when a large
'arm of ants flock'd into the
set, climbed up the wall to
e ceiling, and then descended by
e string into the jar, where they
miained until the treacle was
voured, and then departed by
e string. It is hardly possible
at this should have taken place
d not the first ant made some
mmunication to others.
The celebrated 'Kent's Hole' of
e geologists is located near
rquay, in Devonsbire, England
is remarkable cavern, first
ientifically explored in 1824 by
Catholic clergyman, has given
remains of the mammoth,
inoceros, hyena, elk, and other
imals now extinct in England,
gether with many flints and
her relics of ancient man. The
rtb in the cave has now been
plored to a great depth, and the
finding of a human jaw far below
the surface has added a link to
the chain of evidence establishing
man's great antiquity.
A new method of preserving
meat is to cause the heart of the
animal to pump boracic acid into
the tissues. For example, a sheep
is stunned by a blow, and blood
being withdrawn from the left
jugular vein, a strong solution of
boracic acid, kept at blood heat,
is injected. The heart of the
still living animal quickly pumps
the antiseptic fluid into all parts
of the body, and the sheep is then
killed by the butcher in the usual
way. The cost is slight, and the
meat thus treated will keep sev
eral weeks in the heat of sum
Dr. Schweinfurth has succeeded
in freshening and preserving many
of the leaves and flowers from
garlands found on. the breasts of
mummies discovered last year at
Deir el Bahari. A small her
barium is thus formed from plants
which grew some thirty-five cen
turies ago. .4 number of the
species have been identified with
those now found in the east.
A new geyser has been discov
ered near St. Etienne, France. A
vein of hot water was tapped at a
depth of 5,000 feet, and the result
is an intermittent fountain throw
ing a stream to the height of
nearly 100 feet above the surface
of the earth.
M. Blavier attributes the diaap
pearance of the sardine from the
coast of Brittany,where it was once
the source of a large revenue, to a
change in the direction of the
Gulf Stream. The question was
deemed so important by the Paris
Academy of Sciences that a spe
cial committee has been appointed
to investigate the matter.
A species of temporary color
blindess has been observed as
the result of long exposure to daz
Editors especially know bow
heavily the task of letter-writing
bears upon one's strength and
time. In earlier days, when the
etiquette of correspondence de
manded a good deal of circumlo
cution, the writing of a letter was
often a formidable task. The late
Mr. WilHis, the poet, abridged this
task by enclosing in his hurry
graph letters the following print
ed explanation of their brevity :
'Men in this land of never-let-up are
ever laden with labor in as many
different w-ays as there are vo
cations by which they get a liv
ing; but to an editor the 'lgst
ounce' which breaks the camel's
back is the writing of a private
lettei. Not that his brain is1
drugged beyond a sense of the
luxury of writing for one reader
only (for, on the contrary, the
value of it is enhanced by the
rarity,) but he looks upon it as
the leg-weary postman looks upon
the luxury of an evening walk.
Now. here is your letter to an
swer. Either a cheerful and ap
propriate letter to you or an ar
ticle for my paper would be agree
able ; but both together would
dwindle the latter cf the two into
fiat-footed pudding. In choosing
between these which to neglect,
you to see, of course, that it is a
choice between minding my busi
nezs and writing to you ; and you
will forgive me, therefore, if in the
least words possible I jot down
what must be said and trust to
this printed explanation to explain
An engine on a Kansas railroad
was left standing on the track
alone, the engineer supposing he
had shut off steam, whben it sud
denly started forward at a rapid
speed. Telegrams of warning
were sent to all the stations, and
one p)assenger train got out of the
way just ini time. Finally the
runaway stopped, steam having
been exhausted, and no harm was
'Well,' says a canvasser, '1 must
keep walking and talking. That's
the way I get my living, and
that's the way I got my wife.
But she has done the talking ever
since Goad.day I'
Mr. Arp Laments the Frost Nipping of His
Atlanta Constitution. t
Nipped in the bud. It looks
like there is no security from any- I
thing. Ours was no second-hand 8
orchard : we planted it and the
b!ooms for three years have look
ed so sweet- and promising, and I
now this is the third year the c
fruit has been killed. I suppose
we could have built little fires all e
about, but who knows when to
build 'em ? It is poor comfort to
build' em when there is no cianger.
Reckon we will just have to keep
the orchard for the flowers, like
we do a crab-apple tree, for they
are mighty pretty. One of my
neighbors lives under the western
slope of a mountain and his fruit
is never killed. He had plenty
last year, but the- son don't rise at I
his house till it's aoout two hours
high, and that wouldn't suit my
folks at all. Well it migbt suit
the folks but it wouldn't suit my
business. It would be dinner-time
before breakfast. The peach crop
is very uncertain among these
Cherokee bills but most every
body can have a few trees around
the house where they are pro
tected. We can't expect to have
all the good things in our place.
My Irish potatoes were killed
down the other morning, and that
hurt my feelings, for I was a little
proud that I was ahead of my
nabors. But they will comeout l
again, and so there is some com
fort left and a good deal of hope.
Hope says the peaches are not all
killed, for a man can't examine
all the blooms, and may be there
will be enough for the children.
That is the main thing after all; -
enough for the children is what
the world is working for ; enough
money, or land, or.food and cloth
ing; enough pleasure and hap- l
piness. How we love 'em and
worry over 'em by night and by
day. If we had no children I
think I would just quit work and
toil right suddenly and-go a f
fishing. But there is not much
time to frolic on a farm at thie
season of the year, for my alma
nac says, 'About this time plant
corn,' and we are doing it all
around these parts. I can sit on
my piazzer and look into -five
farms and see the darkies and the
mules and hear 'em, too, and it's
gee and haw, and git along Pete,
and whar you gwine, Nell, come
round dar, .1 tell you ; and there's
no end to this kind of affection
ate, one-sided discourse until the
horn blows for dinner, and then
the most knowing mules give a 1
bray all round. Its astonishing
how much they do know and can,
be made to understand. I had aa
big mule who would never give
but one pull at a root unless the<
darkey who plowed him hollered I
out 'Rotten root, I tell you !' and
then he would break that root or
something else, for he had confi- 1
dence in the nigger. It always
did seem like there was a kind of
confidential relation between Dig- <
gers and mules-a sort of treaty I
of peace and equality, for there is
no other animal can. stand the dar- I
key, and there's no other human
cari get a long in peace with a
mule. When they are alone to
gether in a big field with long
rows, the darkey talks to him all
along the line, and the mule
listens in respectful silence, but lf
two darkies are plowing together
they talk to one another, and the
mules are snubbed. There is a
power of corn being planted this
epring and not much more than
half a crop of cotton so far as my
observation goes. I hope we can
make enough food for the country,
for we can do with less clothing
better than be stinted in vittels.
There is a power of folks depen
dent upon the farmers and a gieat
responsibility upon us. Politics
raises a mighty rumpus and takes
up a sight of room in the news
papers, but when you compare it
with farming,it all seems sorter like
a monkey show that is going on for:
amusement, and the farmers feel
like doing like Stewart's Texan
Ranger, who went to see an ama
teur musical performance in Rome
ne night during t.he war. He
vas a rongb specimen, six feet
nd two inches, and a hat like an
imbrella and boots like ttove.
>ipes and spurs that jingled like
race chains, a couple of navy
iistola to set off his beard, and he
'aid his half a dollar and took a t
tand behind an empty bench in C
he rear, and locked on with a r
>fty contempt, and whenever the
erformers closed a piece and the
heering began the ranger rattled a
he bench most alarmingly and
xclaimed, 'sony, souy, souy,' like a
e.was driving hogs, and be kept
up until he monopolized the t
how and had it all to himself.
'hese premature candidates for
overnor, and so forth, reminded V
3e of Judge Lochrane's story of s
be Irishman who thought he had
fast horse, and so he put him in a
he races and bet on him. He
un pretty well, but seemed to
un better behind than before,
,nd the Irishman clapped his
ands with delight and exclaimed,
Faith and St. Patrick, just look
iow he drives 'em.' But it's all
ight. I'm glad to see the in
lpendente waking up. Its all
or the good of the people and
vill keep the old democracy on
ts good behavior. There's noth
ng like having sentinels on the
vatchtowers. Sometimes the par
y goes too fast, and these in
lependents act like a balance
vheel, a regulator, a brake-sor.
er like Tinny Rucker's yearling,
or they say when Tinny was a
oy be tried for an hour to drive
6 yearling out of the pasture, and
inally he got him by the tail and
,hey run and run and bellowed
and run until somebody hollowed
,o him and said : 'You can't hold
,hat yearling, Tinny; what are
rou trying to do?' 'I know I
an't hold him,' said Tinny, 'but 1
can make him go slow.'
Jesso. That is all these inde
endents are after. They don't
ixpect office, but they have more
bounding patriotism than any
)ody, and are holding on to the
ail of the concern just to make it
o slow. Some of 'em, I reckon,
re a little disappointed because
he train went off and left 'em,
nd it don't do any good to laugh
Lt 'em no matter whether they
lidn't run fast enough or started
oo late. Let's be tender with
em. for may be their turn will
ome after while, and they will be
enider with us. There are a power
f ups and downs in this world,
Lnd in politics they are mostly
lowns-especially down South.
There had been a seeming coolness
>etween the lovers. One day Emily's
choolmate ventured to refer to the
ubject, and asked her: 'When did
~ou see Charley last ?' 'Two weeks
go to-night.' 'What was he doing ?'
Trying to get over the fence.' 'Did
ie appear to be much agitated ?' 'So
nuch so,' returned Emily, 'that it
ook all the strength of papa's new
>ulldog to hold him.'
IIt is poor taste to laugh at your
>wn jokes,' said Fenderson; 'some
hing I never do, though I do say it.'
Does anybody else ever laugh at
hem ?' asked Fogg.
'Don't you think that Miss Brown
s a very sweet girl ?' asked Henry.
Oh, yes, very sweet,' replied Jane;
that is to say, she is well preserved.'
'Are you dead, Tim ?' said an
[rish father to his son, who had fallen
lown a well. 'Not dead, f2hIer, but
pacheless,' came up from the depths.
Enquirer : Are plants in a sleep
ng room unhealthy ? Not necessarily.
WVe've seen some very healthy plants
;rowing in sleeping rooms.
Nothi-ng will so increase and
itrengthen the virtues as practice
tnd experience in them.
The qualities we possess never
make us so ridiculous as those we
>retend to have.
Many a man has measured his
arm in a glass goblet, and foundi
oom to spare.
Not satisfied with horses of ev-i
~ry other color, the ruler of Tunis,
M stapha Bey. 1
NAMING THE BABY.
'I think,' said the fond mother,
hat as the baby's last name' is
rown, it would be better to give
im some first name less common
ban Henry? There are eleven col
mns of- Henry Browns in the di
'Thirteen, darling,' said Mr. Brown ;
[ counted them yesterday. What_
re wadt for the baby is a unique first
ame, a name that will her distinct
ad peculiar, that will make it poesi
le always to identify him. Isn't
hat it, dearest ?'
'Well, 'I have prepared a list from
rhich we can pick. Suppose' we
kim ovcr it ? Let's begin with the
welve tribes of Israel. Are. there
ny among them that you like?'
'i think not.'
'How would Gad do ?. Gad Brown ?
hat would be novel, anyhow.'
'But too startling, perhaps?'
'Possibly. The others are all rather
om won. Does Ivanhoe strike you?
rather like Ivanhoe Brown. Org ii
rwe wanted to give him a middle same
re could call him Ivanhoe Alcibiades .,
'It is too long ; and, besides Im
iot certain I could always speil Al
ibiades correctly in marking his un
'Mr. Brown, that's outrageous!'
'Outrageous, love ! Plutarch Why
rhat do .you mean ?'
'No child of mine shall e*er be
amed after the god of the infernal
Mr. Brown explained the blonder
Zd passed on. 'What do you say
hen to Galileo? There is not a sin
;le Galileo Brown in the directory.'
'Was Galileo an Israelite?'
'N.e, love, I think not.'
'I thought from his name perhaps
te came from Galilee,'. said Mrs
Mr. Brown was too much astonish
d to try to explain. He resumed
he reading of his list
'Pelaliab is a Scriptural name.
oold you care for Pelaliah ? Pela
iah Brown ?'
'I think not,' said Mrs. Brown. 'It
ounds like an impeachment of the
lear child's veracity. I don't think
re ought to start him.in life with an
nsinuation that he will be a story
'It might not be right. Suppose
~hen we call him Petrach?t'
'Is that a Bible name!I
'No, love, not a Bible name.'
'To be sure not ; I was thiniking of
3t. Peter. I think, Williamn,.I should
refer an Anierican name of some
eind if we could -find one.'
Mr. Brown concealed his feelings
mad turned a new leaf of liis list.
'I have a few Aztec names,' said
ie, 'that belong on this contineet and$
hat are marked by strong individ
mality, Tegozomoc, for instance. He
was an AZtec king.'
'Was his last name Brown ?'
'I think not. No, I am certain it
wasn't, and there was Nezohualcoyotl
ie was a king, too.'
'Our child could never put such a
same as that on an umbrella hade
'True,' said Mr. -Brown. 'The
ding probably had no umbrella.
spotted Tail however is a "'native
American name, which-'
'And you wonld give that name to
rour child-your own child? ?*
'I don't know. Spotted Tail Brown ~
night answer for-'
Mrs. Brown suddenly flirted out of
he room with a remark intimating
hat she was going home to her
nother's. After she had had a good
iry, Mr. Brown folded up his list and
igreed to call the child Thomas.
Amelia-'You may.talk about your
:ity fellows, but give me a bmeau from
:he countrf !' Juliet-'And -why do
you want'a country beau,-I should
ove to hear ?' Amelia-'Because, .
mis, he's very likely to beconie a hus
A Brooklyn man has just found his
ister fromz whom he has been sepa
sated fifty years. She was the cooh
a his boarding house, andb
mized the style of her hash.
'Money. makes my ma go,' said lit
le Skeesicks when his mother, armed
with a $20 greenback, left for a
lown.town shopping tour.