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«A THING OF BEAUTY."
A thing of beauty''—what¥ A lovely flower!
But see. beueatn the heavy dropping shower
ito fair leaves fall, its day of bcautj s^onc,
And nothing lclt to hide its secret*tliorn.
"A thing of beauty"—what* A Boft moon
The dark'ninjr cloud dispels it like a drcain.
A happy bird that warbles on the wing?
The sportsman'b shot—and it hath ceased to
'•A thing of beauty "—what? A human face?
A human form with cverv motion grace?
Disease will change the wannest blush to
Where then are the eternal jovs that spring
Krom the bright vision of some beauteous
leop, deep within the heart the treasure lies,
And we can still gaze on with closed eyes.
*Tis thus the pictures of the long ago
Keep fresh and fair, though we're no longer
'Tis thus some little, drj, and time-brown'd
Brings back the beautj of some past sweet
And so another beam from yonder moon,
,Another bird-song in another June,
May take us back to outh's bright lairy land
Where things of beauty sprang from golden
And if a happy face must lose its light,
The active form repose one long dark night.
Yet the most beauteous of created things,
The soul, may mount above on angel wings.
Here, then, may we possess undying jo,
If for God's glory we our powers emploj.
And find at last, on blessed Ilcaven's shore,
Uutading beauty—joy forevermore
THK MAN FROM SOLANO.
BIT 1JISET 1IVIITK.
He came toward me out of an opera lob
by, betwecu the acta—a figure as remark
able as anything in the performance.
His clothes, no tvv articles of which were
of the same color, had the appearance of
being purchased and put on only an hour
or two before—a fact more clearly estab
lished by the clothes dealer's ticket which
ftill adhered to his coat collar, giving the
number, si^e, and general dimensions of
that garment somewhat obtrusively to an
uninterested public. His trousers had a
Ntraight line down each leg as if he had
been born flat, but had since developed,
and there was another crease down his
back like those figures children cut out
of folded paper. I may add that there
was no consciousness of this in his face,
which was good-natured, and but for a
certain squareness in the angle of his
lower jaw, utterly uninteresting and com
You disremember me," he said,briefly,
as lie extended his hand, but I'm from
Solano, in Californy. I met you here in
the spring of '57. I was tendin' sheep and
you was burnin' charcoal."
There was not the slightest trace of any
Intentional rudeness in the reminder. It
jwas simply a statement of fact, and as such
/t be accepted.
What I hailed ye for was only this,''
he said, after I had shaken hands with
-, him ''I saw you a minnit ago standing
in yon box—chirpin' with a lady, a young
lady—pert and pretty. Might you be
telling me her name?
I gave him the name of a certain belle
of a neighboring city who had lately
stirred the hearts of the metropolis, and
who was especially admired by the bril
liant and fascinating young Dashboard
who stood by me.
The man from Solano mused for a mo
ment, and then said: "That's so! thet's
the same name I It's the same gal!"
"You have met her then? I asked, in
Ye-es.*' he responded slowly. I met
her about four months ago. She'd bin'
makin' a tour of Californy with some
friends, and I first saw her aboard the cars
this side of Reno. She lost her baggage
Ichecks and found them on the floor, gave
back to her, and she thanked me. I
reckon now it would be the square thing
to go in over thar and sorter recognize
her." He stopped a moment and looked
at us inquiringly.
My dear sir," struck in the brilliant
and fascinating Dashboard, if your hesi
tation proceeds from any doubt of the.
propriety of your attire, I*beg you to dis
miss it from your mind at once. The
tyranny of custom, it is true, compels your
friend and myself to dress peculiarly, but
I assure you nothing could be finer than
the way that the olive green of your cravat,
or the pearl gray of your trousers blends
with the bright blue of your waistcoat
and lends additional brilliancy to that mas
sive oroide watch chain which you wear."
To my surprise, the man from Solano
did not strike him. He looked at the
ironical Dashboard with grave earnestness,
and then said quietly:
"Then I reckon youl'd wouldn't mind
shewin' me in thar?"
Dashboard was, I admit, a little stagger
ed at this. But he recoveredhimself, and,
bowing ironically, led the way to the box.
I followed him and the Man from Solano.
Now, the belle in question happened to
be a gentlewoman—descended from gentle
woman—and after Dashboard's ironical
introduction, in which the Man from So
lano was not spared, she comprehended
the situation instantly. To Dashboard's
surprise she drew a chair to her side, made
the Man from Solano sit down, quietly
turned her back on Dashboard, and, in full
view of the brilliant audience, and the
focus of a hundred lorgnettes, entered into
conversation with him.
Here, for the sake of romance, I should
like to say he became animated,and ex
hibited some trait of excellence—some
rare wit or solid sense. But the fact is he
was dull and stupid to the last degree.
He persisted in keeping the conversation
upon the entertaining subject of the lost
baggage checks, and every bright attempt
of the lady to divert him failed signally.
At last, to everybody's relief, he Tose and
leaning over her chair, said:
I calklate to stay here some time,
Miss, and you and me being sorter stran
gers here, may be when there's any show
like this goin' on you'll let me—"
NftMiss X. said something hastily that the
multiplicity of her engagements and the
brief limit of her stay in Hew York she
feared would, &c, &c. The two other la
dies had their handkerchiefs over their
mouths, and were staring intently at the
stage, when the Man from Solano con
"Then, may be, Miss, whenever there
is a show going on that you'll attend
you'll just drop me word to Erles's Hotel
to this yer address," and he pulled from
his pocket a dozen well-worn letters, and
taking the buff envelope from one, handed
it to her with something like a bow.
'•Certainly," broke in the facetious
Dashboard, Miss goes to the Charity
Ball to-morrow night. The tickets are
but a trifle to an opulent Californian and
man of your evident means, and the ob
ject a worthy one.. You will, no doubt,
easily secure an invitation.
Mis X. raised her handsome eyes for a
moment to Dashbourd. "By all mean's,"
she said, turning to the man from Solano,
and Mr. Dashboard is one ol the man
agers and you arc a stranger, he will, of
course, send you a complimentary ticket.
I have known Jlr. Dashboard long enough
to know that he is invariably courteous to
strangers and a gentleman." She settled
herself in her chair again and fixed her
eyes upon the stage.
The Man from Solano thanked the Man
of New York, and then after shaking
hands with everybody in the box, turned
to go. When he had reached the door
he looked back to Miss X. and said:
It was one of the queerest things
in the world, Miss, that my findin' them
But the curtain had just then risen on
the garden t.ceue in "Faust," and Miss X.
was absorbed. The Man from Solano
carefully shut the box door and retired. I
He was silent until lie reached the
lobby, and then he said, as if renewing
a previous conversation. "She is a
mighty peart gal—that's so. She's just
my kind and will make a stavin' good
I thought I saw danger ahead for the
Man from Solano, so I hastened to tell
him that she could have her pick and
choice of the best of society, and finally,
that she was, most probably, engaged to
"That's so," he said, quietly, without
the slightest trace of feeling, "it would be
mighty queer if she wasn't. But I reckon
I'll steer down to the hotel. I don't
care much for this yellin'."' (He was al
luding to a cadenza of that famous can
tatrico, Signora Batti BattU "What's the
He pulled out his watch. It was such
a glaring sham' so obviously bogus, that
my eyes were fascinated by it. "You're
looking at that watch," he said "it's purty
good to look at, but she don't go worth a
cent. And yet her price was $125, gold,
I gobbled her up at Chatham street day
before yesterday, where they were selling
'em very cheap at auction."
You have been outrageously swindled,"
I said, indignantly "watch and chain
are not worth twenty dollars."
"Are they worth fifteen?" he asked,
"Then I reckon it's a fair trade. Ye
see, I told 'em I was a Californian from
Solano, and hadn't anything about me of
greenbacks. I had three slugs with me—
ye remember them slugs?" (I did the
"slug" was a "token" issued in early
days—a hexagonal piece of gold a little
over twice the size of a twenty-dollar gold
piece, worth and accepted for fifty dollars.)
Well, I handed them that and they
handed me the watch. You see them slugs
I had made myself outer brass filings and
iron pyrites, and used to put 'em down on
the boys for a bluff in a game of draw
poker. You see not being regular gov'ment
money, wasn't counterfeiting. I reckon
they cost me, counting time and anxiety,
about $15. So if this yer watch is worth
that, it's about a square game. Ain't it?"
I began to understand the Man from So
lano, and said it was. He returned his
watch to his pocket, toyed playfully with
the chain, and remarked: "Kinder makes
a man look fash'nble and wealthy, don't
I agreed with him. But what do you
intend to do here? I asked.
Well, I've got a cash capital of nigh on
$700. I guess until I get into regular
business I'll skirmish round Wall street
and sorter lay low." I was about to give
him a few words of warning, but I remem
bered his watch, and desisted. We shook
hands and parted.
A few days after we met on Broadway.
was attired in another new suit, but I
think I saw a slight improvement in his
general appearance. Only five distinct
colors were visible in his attire. But this,
I had reason to believe afterwards, was
I asked him if he had been to the ball.
He said he had. "That gal—and a
mighty peart gal she was too, was there,
but Bhe sorter fought shy of me. I got
this new suit to go in, but these waiters
sorter run me into a private box, and I
didn't get much chance to continniew our
talk about them checks. But that young
fellow Dashboard was mighty perlite. He
brought lots of fellers and young women
round to the box to see me, and he made
up a party that night to take me round
Wall street and in them Stock Boards.
And the next day he called for me and
took me. And I invested about $500 in
them stocks—may be more. You see
we sorter swooped stocks. You know
I had ten shares in the Peacock Copper
mine, that you was once secretary of."
"But those shares are not worth a
cent. The whole thing exploded ten
"Thatfs so, may be—you say so. But
then I didn't know anything more about
Communipaw Central, or the Naphtha
Gaslight Co., and sol thought it was a
square game. Only I realized on the
stocks I bought, and I kem up outer Wall
street about $400 better. You see it was
sorter risk, after all, for them Peacock
stocks might come up t"
I looked into his face it was immeas-
urably serene and commonplace. I be
gan to be a little afraid of the man or
rather of my want of judgment of the
man, and, after a few words, wo shook
hands and parted.
It was some months before I again saw
the Man from Solano. When I did I
found that he had actually become a
member of the Stock Board, and had a
little office on Broad street, where he
transacted a fair business. My remem
brance going back to the first night I met
him, I inquired if he had renewed his ac
quaintance with Miss X. I h»cred that
she was in Newport this summer, and I
ran down there fur a week."
And you talked with her about the
No," he said, seriously she gave me
a commission to buy some stocks for her.
You see, I guess them fash'nble fellers
sorter got to runnirt' her about me, and so
she put our acquaintance on a square busi
ness footing. I tell you she is a right
smart girl. Did you hear of the accident
that happened to her?
I had not.
Well, you sec, she was out yachting,
and I managed through one of those fellers
to get an invite, too. Thewhole tiling was
got up by a man that they say is going to
marry her. Well, one afternoon the boom
swings round in a little squall and knocks
her overboard. There was an awful ex
citement—you've heard about it, may be?"
No! But I saw it all with a roman
cer's instinct in a flash of poetry! This
poor fellow, debarred through uncouth
ness from expressing his affection for her,
had at last found his fitting opportunity.
Thai* was an awful row," he went on,
ran out on the taff rail, and there a doz
en yards distant was that purty creature,
that peart gal, and—I
You jumped for her," I exclaimed,
N he said gravely, I let the
other man do the jumping, sorter looked
I stared at him in astonishment.
No," he went on seriously. He was
the man who jumped—that was his
Then he did save her?"
—his line of business. You see if I had
waltzed over the side of that ship, and
cavoorted in, and flummuxed round and
finally flopped to the bottom, that man
would have jumped nateral-like and saved
her, and ez he was going to marry her any
way, I don't exactly see where I have
been represented in the transaction. But
don't you see, ef, after he'd jumped and
hadn't got her he went down himself, I'd
hev the best chance, and the advantage of
heving him outer the way. You see you
don't understand me—I don't think you
did in Californy."
Of course. Don't you see she was all
right. If he missed her I'd have chipped
in. Thar warn't no sense in my doing
his duty onless he failed."
Somehow the story got out. The Man
from Solano as a butt became more popu
lar than ever, and of course received in
vitations to burlesque receptions and
naturally met a great many people whom
otherwise he would not have seen. It
was observed also that his $700 was stead
ily growing, and that he seemed to be
getting on in his business. Certain Califor
nia stocks which I had seen quietly in
terred in the old days in the tombs of
their fathers, were magically revived and
I remember, as one who has seen a ghost
to have been shocked as I looked over the
quotations one morning to have seen the
ghostly face of the "Dead Beat Beach
Mining Co." rouged and plastered, look
ing out from the columns of the morning
paper. At last a few people began to re
spect, or suspect, the Man from Solano.
At last suspicion culuminated with this
He had long expressed a wish to belong
to a certain "fash'nble" club, and with a
view of burlesque he was invited to visit
the club, where a series of ridiculous en
tertainments were given him, winding up
with a card party. As I passed the steps
of the club house early next morning, I
overheard two or three members talking
"He cleaned everybody out." "Why,
he must have raked in nigh on $40,000."
"Who?" I asked.
"The Man from Solano."
As I turned away, one of the gentlemen,
a victim, noted for his sporting propensi
ties, followed me, and laying his hand on
my shoulder, asked:
Tell me fairly now. What business
did your friend follow in California?"
He was a shepherd."
A shepherd. Tended his flocks on the
honey-scented hills of Solano."
Well, all I can say is, d—n your Cali
fornia pastorals 1"
The following is from a Scotchman, by
way of illustrating the kindly considera
tion evinced by the Scottish peasantry
toward the domestic animals, especially
the shepherds to their dogs, which, conse
quently become their attached companions.
A minister calling to visit one of his flock
found before the fireplace three dogs, ap
parently asleep. At the sound of a whistle
two rose up and walked out the third re
is odd," said the minister, "that
this dog does not get up like the other
It's no astonishin' ava," said the shep
herd "for it's no his turn he was cot i'
A gentleman staying in the family of a
sheep-farmer remarked that daily as the
family sat at dinner a shepherd's dog came
in, received its portion, and soon after dis
never see that dog except at dinner,"
said the visitor.
The reason is," said the farmer, woVe
lent him to oor neibour, Jamie Nicol, an'
we tell him to come hame ilka day to his
dinner. When he gets his dinner, puir
beaat, he gaes away back till his wark."
Bound in calf—Veal.
The Granger's trump—Spades.
The State for editors—Pcncil-vanw.
The cheapest way to live is to breathe.
It takes the Irish to "wake" the dead.
A clear case—An empty dry goods box.
Good place for spirit-rappers—Knox
Criminals should come to a halt or
Drains on the public purse need re
Living on excitement is very expensive
The stamp of civilization—The postage
I should call a landlord's poor relations
Ann Eliza says that ten of Brigham's
daugtiters sat in the front scats and made
faces at her the first time she lectured.
A man may be properly said to have
been drinking like a fish when ho finds
that he has taken enough to make his head
A gifted contributor sends us a poem
beginning, Open the doors to the chil
dren." You'd better, if you don't want
all the paint kicked off the panels.
She was telling a female friend how
Mary Jane quarreled with her "feller,"
and, said she, why, if you heard 'em
talk, you'd think they were married."
A young lady who has suffered from
Baggage-smashers" has had her trunks
covered with flannel this season, having
heard that flannel is a good chest-protec
The thoughtful husband is looking for
ward with generous solicitude to the
warmer mornings when it won't be so
cold for his wife to get up and kindle the
The Neio Century asks, How can a
woman make her home more attractive
to her husband Around here, the surest
way is believed to be to hire a pretty
Recitation in Linguistics: Professor
discoursing on the peculiarities of nomen
clature, remarks to the bashful C.: "Now,
Mr. ft, imagine yourself the father of a
child." Total collapse of C— Tate lie
ADanbury man who went to Chicago
ten years ago had to borrow the money
for his fare. Now he has his own shaving
cup in one of the best barber shops in
Tilmage said that in Boston the ques
tion is: "How much do you know?" in
Philadelphia it is: How is your father?"
andjin New York: "How much are you
"My son," said a doting mother to her
eight-year-old, "what pleasure do you
feelj like giving up during the Lenten
seasfon?" "Well, ma, I guess I'll stay
awav from school," was the reply.
The people who live in Massachusetts
valleys are getting so now that, when a
man comes into the neighborhood and
builds a dam, they sell out and move to
the top of the hill, and nail cleats up
along the trunks of the highest trees.
never can enjoy poetry when I'm
cookin'," said an old lady but when I
step out to feed the hogs, and h'ist myself
on the fence and throw my soul into a
few lines of 'Cap'n Jinks,' it does seem aa
if this airth was made to live on. after
Fair charmer (who thinks that she
knows everything about college affairs),
Is it possible, Mr. Tomkins, that you
are not acquainted with my brother at
Harvard? Why, he sings second base on
the University Base-Ball Crew."—Har
Lavender was aroused in the middle of
the night by his wife, who complained
that she heard a noise. What does it
sound like?" asked he. It sounds like
something ticking," said she. It's prob
ably the,bed-ticking," he murmured, and
went off to sleep again.
Stein o' Kilbogie sold his furniture,and
the country side all came. Jean, the
ploughman's wife, was among the rest,
and as she came up to the big pier-glass
she reached out her hand saying to her
image therein, "An'is this you? How
are ye the day? I ken I've seen your face
in Culross before, but I canna mind the
This from that most aristocratic of all
English serials, the London Court-Journal:
By an order of the Lords of the Admiralty,
the Admiral Superintendent of the Devon
port Dockyard has formally and severely
reprimanded an engineer student for re
plying to the examiner in a facetious man
ner. The student, when asked, "How
would you proceed to get up steam?" an
swered, Tighten your funnel-stays and
regulate your funnel-draught, then look
up to our Father and say,
go home if the boiler front comes out.'"
Browsy Bunker of Carmel loafed around
all day trying to get the highest bid for
his vote. He wanted three dollars but
just as they were about to compromise on
two dollars and a half, the sun went down
and the inspector declared the polls closed.
All he remarked was, Great Cajsar! is it
possible I'm not in time to vote for the
Constitutional amendment prohibiting
bribery at elections."
The quality of pulpit eulogy is some
times strained. A pastor in Macon, Ga.,
was recently called upon to make a few
remarks on the character of a colored
class-leader who had visited a brother's
hen roost surreptitiously, fallen unex
pectedly, and broke his neck immediate
ly. The pastor made rather a bungling
job of it: There are circumstances con
nected with his death that are perplex
ing. If, after he fell and before he
struck the ground he repented of his sins
there can be no question but that he is
now in glory but there was mighty lit
tle time for him to think about it
But just let me stay until morning,
ma'am. Its cold, dreary and dark along
the road, and, indeed, I've no place to go
but Widow Yarrow's, and that's miles
So spoke a sad, worn looking woman,
standing on the threshold a well to-do
farmer's home,just as the last rays of
light were fading from the evening sky.
The person she spoke to, a large woman
in a white, flowered dress and white
apron—the mistress of the house—turned
You came at night, Maggie, it seems
to me you can go at night. You don't
suit. I never saw such shiftless ways in
my life. And Jane Smith is here, and
I've only one bed for the servant, and I
can't expect a tidy girl like Jape to sleep
with—well, with strangers. I've paid you
for three days and goodness knows, you've
worried me out of my senses since you've
been here, and I can't keep you another
night and the earlier you go, the sooner
you'll get there, wherever it is."
Well, that's true, anyway. Then,
ma'am," replied the woman, "and you are
mistress in your own house but God
knows, its not a dog I'd be drivin' out at
night." Then she tied her little pittance
in the corner of a pocket-handkerchief
and she walked away out of the gate and
up the road, not looking back once. Her
heart was heavy as lead, and she was an
gry at a world that hat been a very hard
one to her.
Three years since Pat went away,"
she said to herself, and never a word
flom him. He's dead, no doubt and it's
the last kind word I've heard. I wasn't
shiftless and good for nothing to him.
he'd often say,4 I'd change you
for nobody's wife.' Och, he was the man
and as good to me when I was faded and
worn out with the hard livin' and rarin'
and losin' the children as he was when I
was a purty girl, with cheeks like roses,
and he was a boy courtin' me. Och, Pat,
where did you go at all? You died in a
ditch like a dog, maybe for all these
hard-hearted gentle folks care we all
She turned and shook her fist back at
the house she had just left, only a bit of
the roof visible over the rising ground
My heart was aching for the childer
and for Pat," she said "but you could
have no patience if a peratie was burnt,or
a towel not that smooth. You sent me
out with the night falling. Bad luck to
ye and all your like."
Then she plodded on again but the
woman she had left was not as bad as she
had fancied her. In her thrift and tidi
ness she could not understand this untidy,
careless being. She knew nothing of the
misery at her heart, or the sorrow that
made her forget the pots and pails. She
was actually half afraid of her, and anx
ious to get her out of the house. She had
felt it a great mistake to hire a tramp
from the road, as it were, and she had
paid her and was conscious of no cruelty.
The daylight fled apace the moon,
risen long ago, became visible—a faint
streak of new moon that set. in a little
while—only the stars were left—and
Maggie, wandering on the road with her
bundle under her arm—a bundle of rags
and odds and ends tumbled together in
an old flannel penticoat—began to lose
her knowledge of it. Here and there she
saw lights in a window, but they were no
promise of hospitality to her. If she could
get to the Widow Yarrow's, that person
age, who took the laborers to board,
would let her lodge while she could pay
but where was the widow's cottage—to
the right or to the left? She could not
tell in the darkness whether she had taken
the proper turning. Hard by was a rush
ing sound, as of water. Danger there,
perhaps. The railroad was somewhere at
hand, and though Maggie felt that the
world was a poor place, she did not feel
ready to meet death yet.
I'll just drop down in the grass some
where," said the poor woman. "And God
between me and harm. If I could find a
bit of hay now,
be a comfort."
She stretched forward, peering through
the darkness, and her foot struck some
branches that lay upon the ground with a
What's that?" said a voice very near
her in a sharp whisper.
|4 It's an imp of a squirrel," said another
voice, Go on with your work Jim. The
train will be along in fifteen minutes. Up
with that rail. Hi! We'll have them
Hold your tongue, fool," said the
first voice. "You're half drunk. I told
you I thought it was a step."
And now Maggie, who had sunk flat
upon the ground, knew all. Those who
whispered near her were train-wreckers.
am ready to
I'll make no noise," said she. "It's
none of my business."
But lying in the grass, the sharp strokes
of steel on steel smote her ear she could
not forget them. And suddenly it came
upon her that it was neither more nor less
than murder that she was waiting there to
see—that in lying quiet while it was done
she helped to do it.
God forgive me!" said poor Maggie.
"I'll not do it but what am I to do?
How will I stop them? It's my own
death I'll bring about nothing else"—
And just then the sound of a steam
whistle far away caught the ear. The
train was coming.
Ready for them," said the voice she
had heard before. "Come into the
She heard them tramp away, and she
arose to her feet and looked about her.
There was no house in sight and no help
near. Suddenly a thought struck her.
She had matches in her pocket, and her
dress was a thin calico—it would burn
like tinder. In a moment more she had
torn it off and had the matches in her
hand. As she struck a light she heard a
They see me," she said, and held the
match against the old calico and as it
caught, flourished it over her head. Sha
felt a bullet whiz by her shoulder an
other struck her but now the glare was
bright, and the train was close at hand.
She rushed toward it, waving her burning
dress. Thank God! they saw her. The
train slackened its pace—it stopped. Hen
with lanterns in their hands sprang from
it and hurried toward her. And the old
dress, burnt to tinder, dropped to the
ground, and she sank beside it, the blood
flowing from a wound in her arm.
They've killed me, I belave," she said
faintly, as a man bent over her. I can't
show you the' place, but itV—beyani
there—the rails—they've ripped them up
the villains Then she fainted.
When she came to herself she was by
the roadside, and lights fell over her, and
she heard people talking of the hair
breadth escape they had had and of her
You risked death to save us," said one
woman. "You shall be rewarded. My
little children were with me."
And I am going to see my wife," said
a gentleman. "She will not let me for
get you if I have so ungrateful a heart.
You shall be well cared for now, and
when you are well you shall never know
Indeed, then," said another voice—
one that sounded familiar to her—" in
deed I am not rich, but I'd have been
loath to be killed to-night. I'm just on
the road to what I have been seeking two
years. I found out yesterday where mv
missus is, and I'm goin' to her—she's
breakin' her heart for me. I haven't
much, but there's a couple o' pounds, if
you'll take 'em, good woman, and God's
blessin', too, for the sake of Maggie Ryan,
that you've saved from bein' a widow."
And a strong hand folded over her
weak one, and would have left money in
it, but she caught it tight.
Pat Ryan!" she cried, "come
back at last. Don't you know Mas&rie.
And two great arms folded her close
and the poor soul who had tramped the
road, desolate and forsaken, an hour be
fore, was as happy as angels are in
It might not be '4great good luck" to
you to be a flagman's wife, and live in a
little cottage on the roadside, but Maggie
thinks it so.
"And oh, Pat!" she often says, "how
little did I think when Satan was in my
heart, and I was willing to lie still and
let happen what might to the heartless
gentlefolk, what I was doing to myself
and to you and after all, it's kind hearts
they had, and gave you the illigant place,
and me the shanty, and the cow, and all.
Good luck to them."
Incidents of the Southern Hotel Fire.
The New York Herald has an account
of what a Chicago man who escaped the
fire saw, the details of which appear some
what imaginative. The following quota
tions will illustrate:
A young man came out of a room near
For God's sake! where is my
A voice came from the next room,
Henry! Henry!" The man threw him
self against the door and burst it open. A
mass of smoke and a hardly audible groan
was all that could be seen or heard. The
man stood a moment appalled, and then
raising one arm above his head, he said,
Here, mother, where are you? and he
disappeared. He was heard to fall, but
nothing could be seen. He never came
back. Two men followed him to a win
dow which they raised and looked out.
Some men were trying to raise a ladder,
but'it would not reach. The strangers
bore a heavy valise between them. One
Well, we might as well have left
this dust in the hills. We are out of
Looking out they saw that at the fourth
window to the right a ladder had been
raised and the firemen were assisting the
people to descend. All three started off
in that direction. One of the strangers
We must leave the dust. There are
500 pounds of as clear gold as ever came
from the gulch at Rocky Bar but it's
They hurried on, and the speaker and
one of the men reached a room where
were huddled several persons about
the window, all eager to escape. The
other stranger, a powerful man stopped at
the door and said:
Bill, why didn't we drop that gold in
to the street? I'm going back to do it,"
and he disappeared. The twowent down,
but the one who returned for the gold was
seen no more. Mr. Jennings reached the
street in safety, and saw several during
the awful hour that followed leap from the
upper windows to be crushed on the pave
We thought that everything that it was
possible to say about "hash" had been
said, but here is another contribution: A
certain hostess, whose table is noted for its
uniformity of dishes, has a brisk daughter
who electrifies her ma's boarders with the
following parody sung to an accompani
ment on a fifty dollar piano: While beef
steak and venison costs lots of cash, be it
ever so grisly, there's nothing liko hash
the scrapings and leavings of no use else
where, when mixed altogether make ex
cellent fare. Hash, hash, good meat hash!
Be it ever so grisly, there's nothing like
hash A stranger from home, hotels dazzle
in vain O, give me cheap eating house
food that's more plain the waiter who
gayly re-echoes my call for a nice plate of
hash or a single fishball. Hash, hash,'*
The editor of the Louisville Courier
Journal recommends a rawhide for the
raising of boys. Apparently his early
education was neglected in this particu
lar, and now he is very sorry for it. It is
never too late to mend, however, and he
might indurce somebody to flog him and
not half try.—Jtoch. Jkm.