PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY BY
A BUNDLE OF LETTERS
Strant-e how much sentiment
Clings like a fragrant scent
To these love-letters pent
In their pink covers:
Day after day they came
Fcedinj- love's fickle tlame;
Now, she has changed her name
Then, we were lovers.
Xoosen the silken band
3'ound the square bundle, and
See what a dainty hand
Scribbled to fill it
Pull of facetious chat;
Taney how lonjr she sat
JMoldinj- the bullets that
Came with each billet!
-Ah, I remember still
Time that 1 used to kill
"Waiting the postman's shrill.
'Calling vague doubts to mind,
"Whether or no I'd And
One he had lelt behind
Of her epistles.
Seconds become an age
At this exciting stage:
'Two eager eyes the page
Scan for a minute;
Then, with true lover's art,
-Study it part by part,
"Until they know by heart
Everything- in it.
"What is it all about?
Dashes for words left out
Pronouns beyond a doubt!
Howclls she's just begun;
Dobon her heart lias won;
JLocker and Tennyson
Criss-cross the reading goes
Jtapturous rhyme and prose
"Words which J don't suppose
Look very large in
Books on the "ologies;"
'Then there's a tiny frieze
Pull of sweets in a squeeze.
Worked ou the margin.
Lastjy don't pause to laugh!
"That is her autograph
Signing this trucf lor half
Her heart's surrender:
Post-scriptum, one and two
Desserts the dinner's through!
Linking the " I " and "You "
In longings tender.
Such is the type of all
Save one, and let me call
Brief notice to this small
Note neatly written:
'Tis but a card, you sec,
Gently informing me
That it can never be!
This i the mitten!
-Frank Dempster Sherman, in Century Maga
zine. A CHANCE WORD.
Myra Sydney was sitting in the -window
of her little parlor watching the
slow rising of a storm over the opposite
sky. Even city streets have their oppor
tunities. This street in which Miss
Sydney dwelt was in the outskirts of a
suburb, where building plots were still
generously measured. It ran along the
ridge of a slope, and Miss Sydney's
house had the further advantage of
standing opposite a group of vacant
Jots, beyond which, above the roofs and
chimneys on the lower streets, a line of
blue hills was visible, topped with woods
and dappled with cloud shadows.
Mi.ny au autumn sunset had she
watched from her front windows; many
a, soft spring rain and whirling snow
storm. To some natures there are both
companionship and compensation in the
changeful aspects of nature. Myra was
one of these. She would not have ex
changed her little house with its wide
viewfor any other, however magnificent,
whose boundaries were brick walls
4ilone; and sky, and sun, and hill, made
for the leisure"' moments of her busy life
a perpetual and unwearying feast.
The room in which Miss Sydney sat
expressed its owner as rooms will,
whether meant to do so or not. In no
respeet of size or shape did it differ
from No. 11 on one side, or No.
13 on the other, yet its aspect -was
anything rather than commonplace.
The prevailing tint on the wall and
floor was a soft olive, which made a
background for brighter colored things;
for the old Indian shawl, which did
duty as a portiere; for a couple of deep
hued Eastern rugs: for pictures of vari
ous kinds and values, and a sprinkling
of bric-a-brac, odd rather than valuable,
but so chosen as to be in thorough har
mony with its surroundings.
Everything had- a use. No pitfalls
yawned, for unwary guests in the shape
of minute tables, Queen Anne or other
wise, laden with trumpery biscuit or
.Sevres, and read-to upset with a touch.
A couple of short, old-fashioned sofas
flanked the fire-place on either side,
two or three easy-chairs and a firm
set, low table, laden with books and pe
riodicals, completed a sort of circle
where ten or a dozen persons could
group themselves around the blaze.
Sliss Sydney herself, slight, vivid and
very simply dressed, but without an un
graceful point or fold, was in accord
ance with her room.
The clock struck seven. The black
cloud had crept to the zenith, and now
a strong gust of wind swept from be
neath it, bringing on its wings the first
-drop of rain. Miss Sydney rose and shut
the window. At that moment the door
" It's" two girls with a parcel, Miss
Uyra," said Esther, the parlor-maid.
Thev'd like to peak with you, they
Miss Sydney went out into her little
-entry. The girls, about the same age,
. were of the unmistakable shop-girl
tvpe. "You are from Snow & Asher's,
l" think?" she said, -in her courteous
- Yes'm. Mr. Snow said he wasn't
sure which of the under-waists it was
(hat you took, so he sent both kinds,
and will you try 'em on, please?"
"Certainly. Are you to wait for
Miss Sydney made what haste she
could, but before she returned the
rain was falling in torrents. "You must
-wait till it slackens," she said. "You'll
he verv wet if you don't. Have you far
to go?"' ".
"She has," replied one of the girls,
with an embarrassed giggle. "I'm
oretty near by, and the horse-car runs
7 ust in front of the door. But Cary has
To walk quite a long way, and her shoes
are thin, too. She'd better wait, I guess,
twit I must go, anyway."
Miss Sydney glanced at the shoes
cheap, paper-soled boots, with a dusty,
velvet, bow sewed on the toe of each,
and she, too, concluded that by all
Cleans "Gary" must wait.
"Come inhere," she said, leading the
tvav into the parlor. Esther had now
lighted the lamp. A little fire sparkled
on the hearth. Myra drew an easy
chair close to it. "Sit down and have
a thorough warming," she said. "It is
a chilly evening."
The girl thrust the velvet-bowed
snoes, which gaped for lack of buttons,
out to the fire, and, half from embar
rassment, held up a hand to shade her
face. It was a small hand, with an am
biguous red gem on the forefinger. The
nails were all bitten to the quick, Miss
"The"face shaded by the hand was not
unpretty. The brown eyes had a
straightforward, honest glance, the
mouth was rather sweet, there was that
delicacy of modeling, just bordering on
fragility, which gives t,o the early youth
of so many American women a neeiing
charm. It was a face which softly
banded hair and a low knot would
suit- but. with the bad taste of her
class, "Gary" had adopted the style of
coiffure which became her least. All
the front hair was an unkempt tangle of
"bang."' At the back was a mass of
jute switches, braided and surmounted
with a gilt comb, and on top of the
erection was perched a straw hat lined
with blue and ornamented with a be
draggled cock's tail. The dress, of
cheap material, was blue also, and was
frilled and ilounced into a caricature of
the prevailing fashion. A ruffle of
I soiled lace surrounded the girl's neck,
beneath which, over a not over-clean
muslin tie, hung a smart locket of yel
low metal very yellow. Bangles
clinked round the slender wrists. Be
neath the pulled and ruffled skirt a
shabby petticoat of gray cotton peeped
out. "Though the weather was chill,
the girl wore no wrap. Miss bydney
noted these details in half the time it
has taken to describe them, and stirred
with a pitv that was half indignation,
"My child, how could you think of
coming out on such a day without a
"I haven't any shawl."
" Well, a jacket, then."
"I haven't any jacket, either, that
matches this dress," glancing compla
cently down at the beruflled skirt.
"But you would rather wear a jacket
that didn't match your dress than catch
a cold, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," admitted the girl, in rather
an unwilling tone. "But the only one
I've got is purple, and it looks horrid
with this blue." Noting dissent in her
companion's face, she added: "We poor
girls can't have a wrap for every dress,
like rich ladies do."
"No," said Miss Sydney, gently, "I
know it. I never attempt to have a dif
ferent wrap for each dress I wear. I
can not afford it, either."
"Cary" stared. "How queer!" she
began, then changed it to: "But you and
us are quite different, ma'am."
There was .something wistful in the
face, which touched Myra Sydney. "It
will be time wasted, I dare say," she
said to herself, "still I should like, just
for once, to argue out the dress ques
tion with a girl like this. She is one
of a great das-, and, poor things, they
are so dreadfully foohsji anil igno
rant." She made no immediate reply
to her companion, but rose and rang the
"I am going to give you a cup of
tea," she said. "Hark, how it rains!
You can't go yet, and you will be less
likelv to take cold when you do go, if
you start well warmed. Besides, 1 want
to have you stay. I should like to have
a little talk over this question of dress,
which is so interesting to all of us
women " She smiled brightly at her
guest, who, as if dazzled, "watched the
entrance of the tray with its bubbling
kettle, its plates of thin bread, and but
ter, and crisp, dainty cakes: watched
Myra measure the tea, warm the pot of
gay Japanese ware, and when the brew
was ready, fill the thin-lipped cups, and
drop in sugar and cream.
"How nice!" she said, with a sigh of
satisfaction. Her heart opened under
the new, unwonted kindness and com
fort, and Miss Sydney had little diffi
culty in learning what she wished to
know. Can Thomas was the girl's
name. She had lived "at home" till
two years ago. Did she like the city?
Yes,"she liked it well enough, but it
was not much like home to board. She
and another girl that worked at Snow
& Ashcr's had a room together out in
Farewell street. They had pretty good
times when they were not too full of
work, but in the busy season they
stayed so late at the store that they
didn't want anything when they got
home, except to go straight to bed.
The got seven dollars a week, and
more when there was extra work to do.
"Can you lay up anything out of
that?" asked Miss Sydney.
" No, ma'am, not a cent; at least, I
don't. There are some girls in the store
that do, but they've got sick friends to
save for.' '
"Now," said Miss Sydnev,havingthus
felt her way, "to go back to the jacket
question. As I told you, I can't at all
afford to have one for every dress."
" Can't you, ma'am; and what do you
"I buy one jacket which will do with
everything I wear."
"But that isn't a suit," said Cary,
" No; "out is it absolutely necessary
evervthmg should be a suit?
'The girls at our store think so much
of suits, she said, in a puzzled tone of
"I know some people have a fancy
for them, and they are very pretty some
times. But don't you see that they
must cost a great deal of money, and
that working people, you and myself,
for instance, ought to manage more
"Do you work,- ma'am?"
"To be sure I do. You look sur
prised. All, you think that because I
have a little home of my own, and live
in a pretty room, I must be a fine lady
with nothing to do. That's a mistake
of yours. 1 work nearly as many hours
a day as you do, and earn the greater
part of my own income, and I have to
consult economy to keep my home and
make it pleasant, and among the things
which I can't afford o have, are
"I wish you'd tell me how you do,
" I will, though I'm not in the habit
of talking quite so freely about my af
fairs, but I'll tell you, because it may
give vou an idea of how to manage bet-
for yourself. In the first place I
keep to two or three colors. -I have a
black gown or two, and an olive-brown,
and this yellowish-green that you see,
and some lighter ones, white or pale
yellow. Now with any one of these the
same bonnet will do. " The one I am
wearing now is black, with a little jet
and pale vellow, and it goes perfeetly
well with" all my dresses, and so does
mv black cashmere jacket, and my par
asol and gloves, which are yellow also.
Don't you see that there is an economy
in this, and that if I had a purple dress,
and a blue one and a brown, I should
want a different bonnet for each, and
different gloves and a different para
sol?" "Why, yes, it does seem so," said
Cary. drawing a long breath. "I'd like
to do something different myself, but I
don't suppose I'd know how "
"Would you mind if I told you what
I think?'' asked Myra, gently.'
" No'm, Id thank you."
"It seems to me that the chief trouble
with girls who work in stores is that
they care more for being what they call
'stylish,' than for being either neat or
pretty. A young girl can look her best
in a simple dress, if it is well put on and
" That's what mother used to say.
And Mark, he always liked me best in
a white bib apron. To be sure he never
saw me in city clothes" she stopped,
"Is Mark vour brother?" asked My
ra. Then she smiled at her own stu
pidity, for such a deep flush as mantled
in Cary" .5 cheek is seldom evoked by the
mention of a brother.
"No'm, he's just a friend. His folks
and mine live opposite."
"In Gilmanton, and is he a farmer?"
"His father farms, and Mark works
for him; but his time is out in the
spring, and then he calculates to set up
' Does he ever come to the city?"
"No, not once since I was here, but
he speaks some of convng down along
toward spring, and that's one reason 1
like to look as stylish as I can, so's not
to be different from the rest when Mark
"I think in his place I should prefer
vou to be different," said Miss Sydney,
"decidedly. "Now, Cary, don't be of
fended, but what you girls aim at is to
look like the ladies who come to the
shop, isn't it?' stylish,' as you would
"Yes, I suppose it is," admitted
""Well, then, I must tell you the plain
truth; you uttedy fail in your attempt.
No one would mistake a girl, dressed as
you are at the moment, for a lady; no
body! but" disregarding the deep
Hush on her companion's cheeks "if I
went into a shop, and saw there a young
lady as pretty and as delicately made as
you are, Cary, with hair as smooth as
satin, and asimple gown that fitted ex
actly, and a collar and cull's as white as
snow, and perhaps a black silk apron
or a white one, and with neat shoes and
nice stockings, if I saw a girl dressed
like that, with nothing costly, nothing
that any girl can not have, but every
thing fresh, and neat, and pretty, I
should say to myself: ' There ;.s a shop
girl with the true instincts of a lady.'
And Can don't think me impertinent
if Mark came to town and saw a girl
like that among the crowd of untidy.
over-dressed ones at Snow & Asher's,
think the contrast would strike
it would me agreeably!"
Miss Sydney paused." half frightened
at her own daring. Cary looked stead
ily into the lire without speaking. The
rain had ceased. Myra rose and threw
back the blind, revealing the moon
struggling through thin edges of cloud.
Cary followed her to the window. Her
cheeks were a deep red, but there was a
frank and grateful look in her eyes as
"I must be going, now, ma'am.
You've been ever so good to let me stay.
I shan't forget it, and I guess you're
" I wonder if I said the right thing,
or have done the least good?" queried
Miss Sydney, as she watched her guest
It -?as some weeks betore sue nau oc
casion again to visit Snow & Asher's,
and she had half forgotten the little
incident, when one day, entering the
shop in quest of something, her atten
tion was attracted by a face which
beamed with sudden smiles at the sight
of her. It was indeed Cary, but such
a diilerent Caiy from the draggled vis
ion of the wet evening! She "still wore
the blue dress, but the flounces had
been ripped off, and the front was hid
den by a black silk apron. The tangle
oi' hair was smoothed like ordinary
waves, a white collar with a knot of
blue ribbon was round her neck; one of
the objectionable rings had disappeared,
and so had the yellow locket. So
changed and so much prettier was the
little maiden, that Miss Svdney scarcely
knew her, till blush and smile pointed
She waited on her customer with as
siduity, and under cover of a box of nif
ties they exchanged confidences. Did
M: Sydney think she looked better?
She was so glad. The girls had laughed
at her, at first, but not so much now,
and her room-mate, Ellen Morris, had
o-ot herself an apron like hers. Miss
ydneleft the shop with a pleased
amusement at Her Heart, btie meant to
go often to keep a little hold on Car,
but circumstances took her off to Flori
da, soon afterward, and it was late in
April when she returned.
"That girl from Snow & Asher's was
here to see you about a week ago,
ma'am,"' said Esther, the evening after
her arrival. "I told her you was ex
pected Tuesday, and she said she
would come again to-dav, for she want
ed to speak to you particular, and she
was going away. There she is, now."
Cary, indeed, it was, with a steady,
manly-looking fellow by her side.
"It is Mark. Miss Sydney." she said,
byway of introduction. Later, when
Mark had walked over to the window
to see the view, she explained farther
in a rapid undertone: " He came down
two months ago, while you was away,
ma' am. I came out to "tell you, l.ut you
was gone, and and day after ru-mor-row
I'm going back with him to Gil
manton. I told him he raust bring me
out to-night, for I couldn't leave here
without saying good-bye lo you."
" You are going"to "Be married?"
"Yes" with a happy look "to
morrow morning. And oh, Miss Syd
ney, what do you think Mark says? He
savs if he'd found me looking like
the rest of the girls at the store,
with false hair, and jewelry, and all
that, he'd neverin the worldhave asked
me at all. And I did look just like
that, yo.u know. It was what you said
that rainy night that made me change,
aim uxcupL iui uul iiuuii,,s u u u
happened thathas, and I shouldn t bo ;
Creadon the waters," thought ',
Myra, as a
litflu lntdr c'in ivnfpliPfl ti;n '
lovers walk down the street.
Lltl. oiu-il a ,
little crumb, and such wide waters yet ,
it has come back! How impossible it
seems, or would seem, if one did not
have to believe that what we call
chances and accidents are God's oppor
tunities, by which He allows us to lend
a helping hand in his work, not quite
understanding what we do, but know
ing that, guided by Him, the smallest
things end sometimes in great results."
Susan Coolidgc, m Congregationalist.
A Wall Street Tumble.
Amongthe thousand of outsiders who
dabbled in Wall street ten years ago
was one I don't want to give his real
name, but we will call him Richards.
He operated through our house, that is,
the house in which"" I was employed as
book-keeper, and, as he soon became a
daily visitor, I got to know him so well
that we often had a familiar chat. 1
sometimes met him in the evening be
sides, and our acquaintance ripened into
intimacy. At first his luck in the street
was pretty good, and one day, when he
had made a thousand or so in an hour,
he asked me to dine with him that even-inn-
at Delmonico's. Most of our talk
was about the street, and when a bottle
of wine had made it pretty free, I vent
ured to suggest that, as he had done
pretty well, he should begin to think
about getting out.
"Well," he said. "I have thought
about it, but I don't see my way just
yet. I must have $10,000 "a year for
my family, and how else can I get it?"
"I asked him if his family was large,
and he said it consisted of his wife, two
daughters and a son.
"And you need 810,000 a year to live
on; isn't that pretty high?"
"Well," he said, "high or low, I
can't get on with less. The girls are
always asking for money. In summer
they must go to the watering-places
with their mother, and in the wintei
there is a ball or a party every week. It
costs a great deal of money, and the
money must be had in some way."
"May I ask how much money you
have as capital that is, money you car
really call your own?"
" Well, altogether, I suppose I could
rake up SS0.000. Now, what I want tc
know is how I could use that so as tc
make S10.000 a -year. I don't really
fancy the Wall street business, but what
am 1 to do? I must have 810,000 a year,
and, though I have looked around a
good deal, I can not find any othei
business that will produce it."
"Why not reduce your expenses:
You siv you can't do with less than
$10,000? I think you are mistaken.
Many families live on less than $5,000,
and some on $u,000. Does your family
know just how much money you have?"
"I have tried over and over to make
them understand, but it is no use.
When they want anything there is nc
peace till they get it, and when I say 1
can not afford it they tell me they know
I have plenty of money. I really can t
make them understand or believe that
mv means are limited, and the amount
of 'the matter is I must have $10,000 a
I lost sight of Richards soon aftei
by going to another house where I had
a better offer, but I heard from time to
time that his luck was not so good. It
must have been live years before I met
him again. He looked like another
man; Ins face was careworn and his
clothing 'barely escaped shabbiness.
After a few words I asked him if he
was still in the street.
"No." he said, " that's all over."
Well, I hope you came out all
v . n
Yes, if you call coni-
ing out without a dollar all right."
I was sorry, of course, to hear of his
ill-luck; and asked him if he had gone
into any busines. No, he said, it was
not easy for a man with nothing to go
into business; but his friends were try
ing to do something for him, and there
was some hope that they would suc
ceed. They were trying to get him a
place in the custom-house. I asked
him what the salary was, and he said
he understood it was $1,500, with a
chance of something better after a
awhile. It would have been cruel to
remind him of what he had said five
years ago about not being able to live
on less than $10,000, but while we were
lunching together he gave me to under
stand tliat he was living, with his wife
and daughters, in a small house on the
outskirts of Brooklyn, and that the son
had obtained a clerkship at fifteen dol
lars a week, which was the chief sup
port of the family. -V. II Cor. Detroit
Merits of Mature Meat.
It is well enough to speak of "spring
chickens," and to extol their qualities
and merits, for it pays handsomely to
raise them for market purposes, but
when we come to look at them from a
health stand-point, or economic one
either, they do not appear as desirable.
Those who know a good thing in thf
eating line, when they find it, seldoin
take an immature bird of any kind in
preference to a matured one. We do
not mean to say that an old bird is bet
ter than a young one, but we do say that
a pullet or cockerel from twelve to fif
teen months old is better every way (in
an epicurean sense") .than a three oi
four months' old bird, even though the
latter would bring more in the early
spring than would the former in the
large city market. For our part we are
more than willing that consumers
should have their choice, when they are
so ready and willing to pay roundly foi
it; but when we have our choice we
always choose matured birds, which are
fatter, juicier, more nutritious and
wholesome, than which nothing ist bet
ter, not even the much-lauded " spring
JVe would advise our breeders, how
ever, to raise spring chickens by all
means, as long as there is such a pay
ing demand for them in our large city
markets; but when you want anv foi
vour own use. use matured voung birds.
I National Poultry Monitor.
How to Cure Gossip.
A New York pastor has this advice to
gCve on the subject. It is certainly an
Adopt this rule: Let all who come to
rou with stories about mutual acquaint-
k fa . t d soon a3
up(m fte par.
Still better, takeout yournieniorandum-
l"?. "" " aiuu 'lul4 """ .""?
i . 1 n-.1- V. -rfi- -v o11rw i-nn in I
Jorfs, " Sat you can make
wiJJ? " ' "
You will have to do this probably not
more than three times. It will fly
among your acquaintances on the wings
of the gossips, and persons who come
to come to talk against other persons in
your presence will begin to feel as ii
they were testifying under oath.
But you ask: "Will it not be mean to
go off and detail conversations?" Not
at all, when your interlocutor under
stands that he'must not taik against an
absent person in your presence, without
expecting you to convey the words to
the absent person and the name of the
speaker. Moreover, what right has any
man or woman to approach you and
bind you to secrecy, and then poison
your mind against another? If there
be any difference in your .obligations,
are you not bound more to the man who
is absent than the man who is present?
If you can thus help to kill gossip, it
will not matter if you lose a triend or
two; such friends "as these, who talk
against others to you, are the very per
sons to talk against you to them.
Try our rule. We know it to be good.
We use it. It is known in the church
of which we are pastor that if any one
speaks to us disparagingly of an
absent member we hold it our
duty to go to that absent mem
ber" immediately, and report the con
versation and the names, or still
better, to make the party disparaging
face the party disparaged. We have
almost none of this to do. Amid the
many annoyances which necessarily
come to the pastor of a large church,
and still larger congregation, we think
that we are as free from the annoyance
of gossips as it is possible for a man to
be who lives among his fellow-men.
Try our nile; try it faithfully, with
meekness and charity, and if it does not
work well, let us know. X. Y. Exam
iner. AdTice to a Young Farmer.
A young man just married and with
small means wants to know how to start
right in farming. This is imposing
upon us rather a serious task. We ol
course know nothing cf his habits ol
industry, his love of labor or his quali
fications for the business he seeks.
Above all we do. not know what kind
of a wife he has selected, and very, very
much depends upon this, for if he has
chosen unwisely he has made an almost
irreparable misstep. We will, howev
er, lay down some general principles
which may do others, if not him, some
First Buy none but the best land.
Ten acres of the best is better than a
whole section of poor land.
Second Keep it clear of weeds.
Third Do nothing slipshod. Plow
well and cultivate thoroughly.
Fourth Do everything in the right
Fifth Procure good implements and
take good care of them.
Sixth Raise none but good animals.
Seventh Keep strict account of in
come and expenses.
Eighth Keep out of debt ancTclear ol
Ninth Rise early and quit work early
in the evening, so that you may have
the chores done before the shades oi
Tenth Have nothing to do with trav
eling agents and strolling fiddlers. Deal
witlT those who have a local habitation
and a name.
Eleventh Live peaceably with youi
wife. If you can riot, coax'her to go to
Kamschatka and you go to Australia
until you ventilate your affections.
Twelfth Live at peace with all youi
neighbors, even if you have to make
theconcessions and" submit to all the
Thirteenth Take good papers and
keep yourself posted as to markets,
news, literature and politics.
Fourteenth Study to know youi
whole duty to yourself, your family,
vour country and your God.
Follow these things and they will
naturally lead you into all the duties ol
a good farmer, a good citizen and a
prosperous and happy man. San Fran
Chicago Marriage Statistics.
The County Clerk issued 163 marriage
licenses during the past week. There
were three brides who were but 16
years old. In one case the groom was
13 years older, in one 10 years, and in
another 7 years. A groom of 50 years
was married to a bride of 26 years.
The average age of the men was 28
years and of the women 23 years. Ol
the former there were seventy-three
who were 25 years or less, and only
seven between .40 and 50 years. Fifty
five were between the years of 25 and
30, and twenty-eight between 30 and 40.
Of the women four were between 40 and
50 years. The largest number, eighty,
were between 20 and 25 years. Twenty
three were between 25 and 30 years, and
forty-seven 20 years or less.
An unusual occurrence was the ap
plication of George A. Hamilton for two
licenses,.wHich were issued to him. His
explanation was that, he being a Cath
olic and the lady to whom he is to be
married a Protestant, and both desiring
to have the marriage solemnized ac
cording to the laws of the church to
which they were members, he found it
necessary to have two licenses. The
statutes compel the clergyman who of
ficiates at the marriage to make a re
turn to the County Clerk, with his cer
tificate attached. The clergyman who
officiates at the first ceremony would
have to retain the license and make his
return under it. The clergyman who
j officiates at the second ceremony must
! also make a return, which, of course,
he could not do without having a li
cense, and the only way out of the dif
ficultythe first clergyman having the
original license was to obtain a second
license. Chicago Liter Ocean.
Connecticut has a boy whose ara
grows out of the middle of his back.
PERSONAL AND LITERARY.
Miss Mollie Garfield and Miss
Fannv Haves, daughters of two
A young tooth forcing out as
natural as if In childood, is nursed by
Mrs. Isabella Weeden, of Colusa, Col.,
who is the mother of two boys over
seventy-eight years old. Chicago
There are two ladies in the neigh
borhood of Newbern, Ala., who were
living in that section before Alabama
was a State. That was before 1819.
The act organizing the territory dates
two years previously.
"For fifty-four years I was an in
veterate cigar-smoker," says Thurlow
Weed in his autobiography, "though
never using tobacco in any other form.
During that period I leam, by a some
what careful computation, that I must
have smoked or given to friends at least
eighty thousand cigars."
Mrs. Eliza Gracie Halsey, widow o!
Rev. Charles Halsey, and daughter of
the late Charles King, LL. D., Presi
dent of Columbia College, died at Eliza
beth, N. J., recently, in her seventy
third year. Mrs. Halsey, at the age of
fourteen years, welcomed Lafayette to
New York, at Castle Garden, when he
visited this country in 1824. K Y.
Colonel William E. Curtis, manag
ing editor of the Liter Ocean is, it
may not be generally known, but it is
nevertheless the fact, the author and
composer of the beautiful ballads which
sporadically appear supplementary to
our esteemed contemporan. One oi
these ballads: " Wait till "the Clouds
Roll By, Jennie," is now before us.
We are not acquainted with Jennie,
but no confidence is violated in the
statement that the ballad is one of ex
traordinary merit. Chicago Xcws.
Miss Murphy, of San Francisco,
who was married the other day to
Baronet Wolselev. could not have
married him for his title.
to be hei
band, who is old enough
father, is onlv a Baronet,
papa, who was plain Dan Murphy
when he left Cork for San Francisco
several years ago, is now a Marquis
of the Holy Roman Empire and a
Knight of St. Gregory. The Pope
made him both five or six years ago.
The Pope also sent his blessing to the
young couple. Old Murphy, when he
got spliced to Lady Wolseley's mamma
tiid not receive any papal blessing.
They got on very well, however. Theii
bank account runs into the millions.
"Here, boys!" exclaimed a kind
old grandma, "I wouldn't slide down
those banisters. I wouldn't do it!"
"You wouldn't do it, grandma? Why,
you couldn't!" exclaimed little Tommy.
In one chapter. Boy melon- -shady
spot secluded nook -yum! yum!
all gone boy sighs colic comes boy
howls mother scares father jaws
doctor comes colic goes boy well
wants more (notice of funeral hereaft
er.) Detroit Free Press.
A private message to the Boston
Post says that the Society for the Pre
vention of Cruelty to Animals threat
ens to arrest Jay Gould, Cyrus W.
Field, Russell Sage, and a number ol
other New York farmers. They haven't
watered their stock for over a month.
The speaker who alluded to hi?
candidate as "the war-horse that
snuffed the battle from afar," climbed
up to the composition room with a club
after reading it in the paper as "tho
ward boss that snatched the bottle
from a bar." Boston Commercial Bul
letin. It is a common saying that a wom
an can't keep a secret as well as a man.
All bosh. Why, a woman will keep a
secret that a man would forget in two
hours, long enough to spread it over two
counties. She never loses her grip on it
till she gets a better one Burlington
Poot's wife remarked to him, as
they started out the other night to take
supper with the Browns, that she ex
pected Mrs. B. would have a stunnins
coiffure. "Well, I'm sure I hope so,"
grumbled Poots, "I haven't had any
thing good lo eat since the last time we
were at mother's. ' ' Lowell Courier.
"Mamma," cried a little four-year-old
girl, after coming from a walk
with her next oldest sister, "Mamie
shoved against me and pushed me down
ri-ht before some gentlemen, and hurt
me, too. "Well, it doesn't hurt yen
now, does it? Then why do you cry?"
"'Cause I didn't cry any when she
pushed me down.' ' Kentucky Journal
The high-school girl asked her
brother Jim to go with her to the festi
val Wednesday night. For a wonder
he was willing, and replied: "I'm your
oyster." "Dear! dear: snail i never
be able to impress upon your mind the
utter wickedness of slang?"' said she;
"you should say: 'I am your acephal
ous mollusk.' " Oil City Derrick.
Unwilling to Accuse.
An old negress tried hard to hee-d the
old motto "De mortuis nil nisi bonum"
say nothing but good of the dead in
speaking about a neighbor. It shows
how one can avoid making a direct
statement, and yet actually make it by
implication. The Arkansaw Traveller
savs that a gentleman stopped at the
old negress' cabin and talked with her
concerning the prospects of her crop.
"1 did hab fo' or five fine hogs," she
said, "but da's dwindled down till I
ain't got but one now."
"Did somebodysteal them?"
"I ne"ber talks 'bout my neighbors,
an' I doan like ter say what became oi
de shoats. I neber makes mischief, I
"Did the hogs die?"
"Da muster died; but yer ain't ngwme
ter git me ter say nuthin' agin my
neighbors. De man what libed up dar
is dead now, and I ain't agwine ter say
nuthin' agin him. De hogs disappeared
away from heah while dat man was
libin'; but I ain't agwinter say nuthin'
"Do vou think that he took them?"
"Mister, dat man's dead, and I doan
wanter say nuthin' agin him; but, lem
me teU yer, while dat man was libin,'
he was a" powerful stumbling-block t
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