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7rili CHRISTMAS STOCKING.
Ch. it's aU to v nico for you!
I?atfor mn t s, n tide of woe.
Tin n article md to view,
Yet they're sluC'd anl they've emtnmtd me
l"ht Tm ruined b'yoml repair.
Thore'i a d.-eailful tin horn, dear mel
HUliM made un enormous tear
j?y punching straight tliroufjh my kn.
Ard that red wootfln do;,' bis tall
Is Hack tliroiiK'Ii a liolo In my toe;
And lit sall-lwat 1 hope 'twon'tsall
Hiis bnrst ttiro;h my eeum, I know.
Afl that JumpiUf jack I can foci
Whore he's mMln a rip lu my log-;
And that popgun's gone through my haul,
And I'm slipping oft from my peg.
Anrt the fire -I'm huns to near
Hus melted that eauiJj can, - -
And I'm till stuck up. Oil, dour!
I'm a total wreck, It is plain.
Anfl the worst of It is, you see,
Ttat to-morrow I shall depart,
With a very mixed company.
to lie depths of a raR-mau s cat .
Or, The Widow Mack's Disappoint
ment A New Year's Story.
I Written for This raper.1
?OR almost three years
Mack, Dr. raulBlnke's
ruled with a rod of
iron. But the Doctor,
who was a single man
of thirty odd, peace
loving and absorbed
in his profession, sub
mitted meekly, prin
cipally from the fact
of his housekeeper's
culinary f-kill aud general nblKty. Hence
the frivolous youth of Barmouth Insisted
that it was simply a luatter of time as to the
ultimate matrimonial results.
Three times n year Mrs. Mack had been
in tbc habit of giving Dr. Blake "warning"
in more or lens impassioned terms. The
alleged caut.es were sins of omission or eom
aiisMnn on tho respective parts of tho "hired
help," lion. Hie office-boy, aud Miss Doris
Lane, the Doctor's nineteen-year-old ward
Jt was the morning after Christmas Day
in tho ycrr ot grace 1S8 . Dr. Iilako was
tn his library and office combined, hoping
for a quiet hour with the Lancet, which he
held in his hand with pages uncut, as Mrs.
Mack, wliowe black eyos wero snapping om
inously, filing I uso tho word advisedly
into the room.
With a premonition of what was coming,
the Doctor laid aside the pamphlet
"Well, Mrs Mack," he said, wearily,
which that is . who I mean, what is it
"This day week, Dr. Blake, either Miss
Doris or I leave you can choose between
us," responded the Widow Mack, with otn-
inons calmness. Bailing tho naiuo of the
offender, her formnlo of warning was al
ways the same. Possibly she dreamed that
by patient persistence in tills line the Doc
tor in some unguarded moment might be
lod to say: "Then, Mrs. Mack, my advice
1U tie yourself.
v "Why not? Tho widow only acknowledged
to thirty-ilx, her figure was trim, her face
not uncomely and she held property iu hor
c."n right. In addition to this her cookery
wni"uneqnaled, and is it not recorded that
xiascuiins hearts untouchod by personal
charms have been reached through the vul
gar medium of the stomach?
"Not being the dirt undor Miss Doris'
feet acrimoniously continued Mrs. Mack,
before Dr. Iilako could speak, "I don't pro-
pota being trod on no longer. The idea'
said the irate ladv, with a backward toss of
her head; "ordering me out ot her study'er
just becaune I said her goings on with your
nevew, 1'wul ltlake, was scandalous! Things
have come to a pretty pass in (Vs house, I
Dr. Dlako 'loaned iu spirit as Mrs.
Hack shimmed the door behind her.
"Why can't she bjt Doris alone " he mut
tered, and when he said "Doris" it was with
"peculiarly tender inflection. But that.
perhaps, was because of the acini-parental
relation in which ho pretended to stand
Pr. Blake communed with himself for a
moment or t wo and then, laying aside tho
uncnt pamphlet, rose and regarded himself
enrionsly in the glass over the manteL
"You'ro nothing but an old fool, TaiU
Hake." he said, turning abruptly away. Yet
the earnest, scholarly f;ice and dark iuscrut-
ble eyes which had returned his brief
glance were l.y no means doserving of such
KJ I'M! II UOLPIXG PALETTE AND MAHL-flTICK.
aK-sthing remark But In comparison with
lis nepho w.Paul Blake, the doctor regarded
himself as a modern Methuselah.
Doris Vane's "study'er" was a rather coiy
tnterioT formed by parting a portion of the
attic proper with some faded chinti cur
tains rummaged out from the big cedar-
wood chest in the corner. One of the hang
ings was pushed back for a better side light.
tad Pr. It'.al.e, who had sought the attio
with a view of reconciling DorU and Mrs.
Slack, stood still at the head of the stairs
rrgarding th clunti-framed picture beforo
m?er trtio sky-light in tha roof was an
tasel MppoiUoj a partly-finished portrait
in oil Betora it, holding palette and
mahl-stlck iu rest, stood pretty Doris, the
graceful outline of whose figure oven the
ugly blua bottomed blouse reaching to hor
foot oould not hide.
Reclining at ease in an old arm-chair near
tho llttlo alr-tlght stove which served t
warm the interior, was Paul Blake, the
doctor's good-looking artist nephew, twirl-
lug on unllghted cigarotto between his slim
Bofore Doctor Blake could step forward
to announce his presence, Taul spoke evi
dently aproim of some thing under discus
"It's no uso talklng.Dorls," he said.some
what petulantly. "If unole Paul won't give
his consent to our marrlngo, as you soom to
think, why we most do without it, that's
Doctor Blako turned very pale at he
heard these words not Intended for his ear.
But pulling himself together with an effort,
he stepped forward.
At his unexpeoted appearance Doris
gave a sudden start and, crimsoning to her
fair temple, threw a cloth over the portrait
But not bofore Doctor Blake had caught a
glimpse of his nephew's broad white fore
head and expressive eyes.
Tho Doctor.protendlng to have heard and
seen nothing, greeted Paul with, his nsual
easy courtesy. But that usually sclf-pos-sesicd
young man, muttering something
about a previous engagement, made a hasty
exit, leaving the Doctor and his ward alone
Silent and distrait, and utterly unlike the
hnppv young girl who was accustomed to
greet him with her brightest smile, Doris
Btood with downcast eyos seemingly intent
on studying the colors on hor palette,
Now his nephews fragmentary speeoh
had completely tipsot Doctor Blako if I
may use the homely simile. He had known
for some time that Paul had persistently
haunted Doris' studio to the Boandal of Mrs.
Mack, and his own secret uneasiness. But
that matters had cone so for ho never
Yet, being a brave man. Dr. Blake crushed
down his rebellious feelings, lie bad come
on a mission of peace. A little Jlneat might
bo advisable, for impulsive Doris was not
apt to listen patiently when Mrs. Mack,
whom she exceedingly disliked, was the
topic. Terhaps he had. hotter begin by
mentioning the invitation that morning re
ceived and accepted for himself and Doris
to eat their New Year's dlnnor with the
Marstons. Thus he could load up to the
topic desired by 6low degrees.
"I supposcDorls," said the Doctor, break
ing nn awkward silence, "that o r airs.
Mack has told you we are engaged"
'She has Inst given me to understand so
ves." coldly Interrupted Doris.
This was not encouraging. He wonld beat
about the bush no longer but mention his
errand at once.
"As vou know, Doris," again began Dr.
Black, nervously cloaring his throat, "Mrs
Mack is a most excellent housekeeper, and
Doris' beautiful face, as pale as death, was
suddenly turned toward him, checking his
"I do not care to listen to a recital of Mrs,
Mack's accomplishments or virtues," cried
Doris, with a passionate rosentment unlike
the Doris he knew "sho and I are thor
oughly antagonistic. It does not matter
though." she said, with a sudden half pa
thetic change of voice and manner we
shall not trouble each other in the future.
I I have accepted an offer I reoelvedto
day and shall no longer be dependent on
Though stricken to the heart Dr. Blake
was too proud to make any sign, lie
waited a moment for Doris to explain
further, but Doris was dumb. Could he
have seen her quivering lips ho might have
known the rcr.son.
" I hope you may bo hnppy in your new
life, Doris." It cost Dr. Blake a tremon
dous effort to say this. Too well he know
the weak will and vaoillating purpose of
his nephew, who would nercr succeed in
his calling, simply from lack of energy and
application. And this was the man who
had won his pretty ward!
"Ihankvou," said Doris, in a low tone.
But, as she suddenly lifted her deep, sharp
eves to his own, what was it that, for one
brief moment, he fancied ho saw in their
All t ho self -repressed passion of his nat
ure rose sudiienly to tno surface, i or me
first time in his rears of guardianship, Dr.
Paul Blako forgot to hold himsolf in check.
Crossing the space between them with a
single stride. Dr. Blako seized both Doris'
small hands in his own:
" Doris, my darling can it bo possible?"
he exclaimed, in half bewilderment
And his voice, as well as tho love-light
shining from his eyes, supplied what was
lacking of further speech.
A flood of tell-tue crimson suffused the
fair girl's brow, cheeks and neck
" How duro you I luitt you, Dr. Blake,"
she impetuously cried, iu tho same breath.
Alia wrcucmng nersuu iroiu ma uuuiiuiu
grasp. Doris, hiding her hot laco in Her
hands, burst into an agouy of weeping.
Well would dismaved Dr. Blake have de
sired to kiss away her tears, as when Doris
was a tiny maiden. But she hated him;
that settled it Exhaling a sigh, which
seemod to come from his boot-soles, tho
doctor turned, and made his way hastily
down-stairs. Doris waited till the echo of
his footsteps had died away; then, drying
her eyes on a diminutive handkerchief, she
stamped her small foot with considerable
"I am nothing bnt a young tool," she
said, with an unconscious echo ot a similar
admission on Dr. Blako's part a little be
fore. The adjectives only being changed
Kcraoving the cloth from the portly-completed
portrait, Doris seized her palette
and with the ghost of a tender smile on her
quivering lips fell to painting with nervous
"I mvit finish it before Now Year's," she
said to herself. And resolutely crowding
down her emotions, Doris worked steadily
till dinner time.
To her relief Dr. Blako was absent mat
ing his professional round Mrs. Mack
glanced at the traces of recent tears on
Dons' pale cheek with ill-conoealod tri
umph as tho young girl, bending over her
plate, made a pretense ot eating.
The Doctor says you're thinking ot leav
ing ns," smoothly remarked the widow, after
vainly waiting for Doris to break the
Yes, ' was the coldly monoeyllabio rerly.
Well, may be it's for tho best," responded
Mrs. Mack, steadily eyeing her shrinking
victim, "for naturally you don't feel like
being bhoIden to any ens longer'n you can
help, though as Paul i mean the Doctor-
says he didn't mind the extra expense while
be was single wlih only himself to care tor.
But now, why"
Here Mrs. Mack checked herself and coyly
dropped her eyes to the table cloth,a corner
of which she was plaiting between her
fingers in scorning confusion.
Noither Dr. Blake or yourself need fear
being burdened with me much longer," re
plied Doris, with quiet scorn. And as she
roso and lett tha room, Mrs. Mock smiled
"One of ns will leave, but it won't be
Altbea Maok,"she remarked, in triumphant
confidence, to herself. But this remains to
Blowly the old year dragged his lagging
footsteps toward the portal where the New
Year child stood impatiently awaiting the
depart tiro ot his nearly worn-out pred
ecessor. Doris, cold and silent, saw but
little of her guardian, who, far graver and
more pre-occupied than was .his wont.
silently noted the frequent comings and
goings of his nephew.who as far as possible
seemed to shrink from an interview.
Dr. Blake waited from day to day with a
vain hope that Doris might como to him
with her confidence as in other days. But
the young girl painted steadily at the un
finished portrait for which according to
Mrs. Mack his nephew Taul was "settln,"
and Dr. Blake never again intruded himself
on their presenoe.
It was the lost evening of the old year.
Dr. Blake, thoroughly tired out by an un-
UHuolly hard day's work, was sitting in nis
office library looking absently into the open
NOT MISS DORIS, BUT MBS.
flre-plnco whero the flames wero dancing a
weird measure in fantastic time to the volco
of the winter wind in the old-fashioned,
Bob, tho office boy, stood In a back-ground
of shadow awaiting the Doctor's commands
for the morrow, vaguely wondering what
had come over his usually genial employer
"May be it's as folks says that Mis'
Mack's bound to marry him whether he's
wiilin' or not," soliloquized Bob: "and if he's
afoa rd of Mai, i don't wonder he's down in
the mouth." tfisf--.
But all unf ? rfthta offloe boy's
anxiety in hLfe OF"&U I' d Blake sat with
half-olosod e('ireeT-MA':t'iil obscurity, for a
pinheadof fmS'tl'i-BjA'i- Jotat the rear
and the blaze ot the wcod lire itself alone
relieved the darkness ot the room.
A rustle as of a woman s dress causod tho
Doctor to give a sudden start! At last Doris
"Dreaming of your lady love.dootor?"
Alas the voice, simulating an archness en
tirely foreign to the speaker, was that of
Mrs. Mack.who, arrayed as for conquest, ad
vanced into the circle of firelight and care
lessly placed a rather shapely loot on tho
Well, yes." was the absent reply. For
Dr. Blake, who, in addition to an unusually
luborious day, had been up with a danger
ous case nearly all the night bofore, was in
that curious state between waking and
sleeping, when men see visions and dream
dreams, yet are perfectly conscious as to
what Is going on about them.
Something in Dr. Blake s voice and man
ner caused tho fossil remains of an organ
Mrs. Mack was pleased to designate as her
heart, to srive a dull throb. She bad read ot
masculine hearts oaught at the rebound.
By this timo Dr. Blake knew that his case
was hopeless with tho chit of a girl ho had
been temporarily infatuated buoula sno
strike while tho iron was hot?
When Miss Doris and your nephew are
married, you and I Doctor will bo left quite
alone !" said Mra Mack, with a tender look,
which was entirely lost on tho Doctor, who
had subsided into his waking aiumoer. as
in a vision he again saw Doris' deep eyes
looking into his own with the strange in
tensity which once before had thrilled him
throu-'h and thronch And. extending his
arms. Dr. Blake said, aloud:
"My darling come.
Mrs. Mack saw no vision. Tho outstretched
arms were a joyful reality. So also was
the tender invitation; and without an in
stant ot delay sho literally fell on the
Doctor's neck, about which hor arms
clasped themselves with considerable te
P-Paul" she sobbed, hystenoaiiy, -ot i
shall never leave vou never!" andolnng
the tighter to the scarcely awakened aoo
tor as Bob, thinking matters had gone quite
far enough, suddenly turned up the gasi
No Doris had chosen that evening to tell
her guardian of her future plana Perhaps,
too, she might learn from his own lips that
there was some mistake as to nis matri
Her foot was on the library threshold as
Bob throw tho clow ot gaslight on tho in.
terestincr tableau I have lust mentioned.
And casting ona glance thereat, Doris fled
up-stairs to her room. But had she lingered
a moment. Doris would have heard Dr.
Blake utter something akin to mild profan
ity, and seen him riso to his feet so suddenly
as to nearly precipitate the clinging widow
over a hassock I
"Mrs. Maok?" he sternly exclaimed, bnt the
lady, forcibly overcome by a sense ot maid
enly modesty, bad ned.
"And Miss Doris see it all!" said Bob, in
audiblo soliloquy, as he stood staring in a
dazed sort of way at the open door.
"Go to bed. Bob." sharply commanded Dr.
Blnke.tn rreat perturbation of spirit What
Mid he have said or done in his dreamy
abstraction that Mra Mack, who was the
pink of propriety, should have thrown her-
se J into his arms? Good Heavens, wnat
terrible situation! Coma wliat might he
would see Doris the Drat thlr.g in the morn
lng and explain it " '
When a couple of hours after snnrlse Dr
Blake opened his heavy eyes on New Yeai'i
morn, they rested at onoe on a framed por
trait hanging against the opposite wall.
Where bad it come from. Who was it in
For a closer view showed the Dootor that
the general contour of the features were his
own. Bo also was the blonde mustache, but
here to his own mind the rcsemblanoe
ceased The likeness betweon himself and
his nephew Paul had often been comment-
ed ou This picture might have been Paul
with twenty years added to his ago, or him-
self with ten subtracted
With a sad smile Doctor Blako read th
inscription on a card pinned on the frame.
A New Years' gift for my ("dear" erased)
guardian from his ("affectionate" erased)
" It Is plain that Doris' forte is not per-
trait painting," he said, with a very audible
sigh. And then wondering how ho should
introduce the awkward explanation ho was
meaning to mako, the doctor went down to
Beplying rather curtly to Mra Mack's af
fectionate New Year's greeting, Dr. Blake
looked about the room.
"Miss Doris not down yet?" ho said, with
Mrs. Mack drew herself up primly.
Sarah tells me, Doctor, that ut sunrise
this morning she let Miss Doris ont at the
front door fully dressed for traveling aud
carrying a large hand sacheL Sho gave no
explanation, but .simply said sho was going
away for good, and in due time would wriU
us. And from the fact that our milkman
saw Mr. Paul Blake with a young lady who
exactly answers her description getting Into
the Boston train at 6:45, I incline to the
opinion that they have gone off to got mar
ried." Dr. Blako, who hod himself well in hand,
made no audible comment on this surpris
ing bit of nows, which in reality was tho
Onal blow to his vaguo hopes. And Mra
M ick, tucking a tiny, tear-blotted note ad
dressed to Dr. Paul Blake a littlo further
down in her pocket, noted with inward sat
isfaction that his appetite appeared in no
way impaired by what ho had heard
"We will have a talk when I come in
from my calls, Mrs. Mack," he said, with his
usual courtesy; but the widow thought she
detected an undertone of warmth in his
speech, and her hopes ran higher than
Bob was waiting the doctor's appearance
in the office with manifest impatience. It
was evident that he had norved himself up
to tho fullillmcnt of some important duty,
regardless of consequences.
"Look here, Doctor," he said, in a cautious
undertone, tho moment Dr. Blake had
closed the door behind him; "there's things
that's got to be said, whether you think Pin
interferln' with what s none of my biz-
nnss or not Fust and foremost, you've let
Mis' Mack drive Miss Doris away from the
Nothing of the sort, Bob," sharply inter
rupted Dr. Blake. "Miss Doris has boa
run off with my nephew, Paul, to be mar-
" Bcggln' your pardon, but she ain't.
coolly returned Bob, who was nothing if
not blunt spoken- "Mr. raws been an'
loped with Jndge xlaynes' daughter, which
isn't only eighteen years old, and the Jndge
is Jest wild about it; every body's talkin' of
Dr. Blake fell into tho nearest chaii
and sat staring speechlessly at Bob, who,
with great inward gusto, went on:
" Seems he told Miss Doris all abtmt it,
and she tried to got him off the notion, but
twasn't no uso. Bo he'n Miss Uoynes bai
gone off to Boston to get married, and Miss
Doris she's took the train to Portland, where
she's had a offer for to teach musio and
drawln' in tho Presbyterian Institute."
How do you know all this. Bob?
hoarsely demanded Doctor Blako, feellag
as though every thing was slipping frwn
under his feet
Didn't Miss Doris tell me lost nljjht
when sho got mo to hung your picwi
in your bod-room on the sly, and she crying
liko her heart was a-Lreaking? " boldly re
turned Bob; "and didn't sha say she hadn't
no homo hero any longer, now that you
was coin' to marry Mrs. Mack? But I've
writ a note that'll explain it all.' she says,
and Doctor Blakc'll lind it under his pint
in the morninc "
Doctor Bluke did not wait lor lurt her
explanations. Ten minutes later he had
left tho house, caught the 9:15 express for
Portland, and reached there by 1 1 a m.
Dressed in her best, Mrs. Mack sat in tho
parlor New Year's night impatiently await
lug Dr. Blake's coming. She knew that he
had been invited to dine out, and his pro-
longod absence did not surprise her. So
absorbed was Mrs. Mack in a pleasant day
dreain that she did not notice the arrival
and departure of a hack which had depos
ited a gentleman and lady at the door. 1 hart
tho gentleman was Dr. Bluke was evident
by tho fact that he let himself and his com
panlon In with a night key. Who the ladv
might be is probably apparent to the dullest
Still taken up with her castle building the
widow, blissfully unconscious of im.
pending ruin, turned her head languidly at
the door opened
"Dr. Blake and Miss Doris."
This was the startled exclamation whion
fell from the widow's lips as she sprang to
'Not Miss Doris, but Mrs. Blake," said the
doctor, with freezing politeness. "We were
married in Portland this afternoon. And'
before Mra Mack could scream "let me ad 1
that as you see I have made my choice as
to which of you two should remain under
my roof, I shall have to request you to take
your departure at tho earliest opportunity
perhaps you can guess why."
Mra Mack gasped, but nothing came of It
Though speechless with baffled rage and
shame she hurried out of the room banging
the door behind her till every pane ot glass
But an earthquake would not have dis
turbed the happiness of the newly-married
couple who sat side by side In front ot th
"If I were not quitt so young," said Doris,
a little rrgretf ully.ln a pause of the conver
sation after the mutual explanations had all
been gone over agaia
"If I were not quite so old," said the
Doctor, with a quiet smile.
"Old," was the Indignant response. "Does
the picture I painted of you look old?''
"Why. no," said Dr. Blake, langhing; "os
the contrary, it flatters my years grossly.
"Bnt that is the way you look to ,'
whispered Doric And that is vlL
FeavxI Cos vima
RELIGIOUS AND EDUCATIONAL.
Wo arc pilgrims, not settlers; this
earth in our inn, not oar home. Fm
(iotl is better served iu resisting
temptation to evil than in many form
nl prayers. William Venn.
Tho degree of master of arta was
reccntl conferred nn five young
ladies by the Hyal University f Ire
land. The New Zealand Melhmlixl advo
cates independence for New Zealand
Methodism, which h now a part of the)
The largest Swedish Lutheran
Church in Americais tike one just com
pleted .at Minneapolis. It will accom
modate 5,000 persons.
The Syiaeuso University is in luck,
having received, besides a sum of 50,
000 from a friend, ihe Von Hanko
library from Ucv. JohnM. Reid and his
St. Teter's Parish in Morristown,
N. J., is to have a new church which
will cost $110,000 at the least. Its
stylo will be fourteenth century archi
The Wesleyan Methodists report
on the Islands of Antigua, St Kitts, St.
Vincents, Barbadoes and Trinidad, 45
missionaries, 117 local preacher, 19,-
C24 full members.
It is but a short gray day wo are
together. There ought not to be time
for strife, and debate, and harshness,
and bitterness. The hand is already laid
on the rope that shall ring the knelL
"Who threw that paper wad!" The leather
Pointed up to the ceillnp.
"Nobody, sir," said honest Tommy,
With show of injured feeling;
"I went to lay It on the stand.
And it just slipped out of my hand."
Jtfts Sif lings.
This college news comes from
Washington Territory: "While playing
base ball nt Huntsville last week.
Prof. R. O. Hawks, superintendent of
the public schools of Columbia County,
had the misfortune to break one of his
legs by coining into collision with an
A physician declares that our edu
cational systems overlook the fact that
the main field of education is the nerv
ous system. A comprehensive system
of physical education is necessary for
the development of latent power, so
that thought, desire, and will shall take
the form of action.
WIT AND WISDOM.
Keep good company and yon Biiall
be of the number.
The great high road of human wel
fare lies along the old highway of
steadfast well-doing. Church Union.
The wealth of man is the number
of things which he loves and blesses,
which he is loved and blessed by. Car
lisle. There is nothing so sweet as duty,
and all the best pleasures of life come
in the wake of duties done. Jean In
(jdow. Found in an Album at Nice: "Noth
ing is more difficult than for a woman
to decide when to begin her thirtieth,
"What makes the water of tho
ocean salt?" asked a school inspoctor
of tho class in geography. "The cod
fish," was "the general reply. N. T.
Their chaste salutes are not misplaced
When women kiss a friend or brother;
Hut of life's honey what a waste
There is when women kiss each other.
Though you may have known
clever men who were indolent, you
never knew a great man who was so;
and when I hear a young man spoken
of ps giving promise of genius, the first
question I ask about him is, Does he
Husband (just starting for out of
town) My dear, here is a fifty dollar
bill. Wife (hastily) O, John, I'm
ever so much obliged! Husband
Which I wish you would give to the
tailor for my new overcoat Ho said
he would send the bill to-day. Epoth.
They had missed the train, and she
was telling him so emphatically. "You
arc not in your right mind, are yon?"
she said. "Certainly not, my love,"
he responded, sweetly, as husbands al
ways do under such circumstances;
"certainly not; I'm in my left mind.'
A farmer, while giving his testi
mony in a burglary case, in which he
and his hired men had captured a
burglar, was asked if any of his family
were injured, and replied: "Well,
there was no great damage done; only
one ot my nanus shot through the
nose." N. Y. Ledger.
A man is like a bit of Labrador
spar, which has no luster as yon tnrn
it in your hand, until you como to a
particular angle; then it shows deep
ami beautiful colors. There is no
adaptation or universal applicability In
men, but each has his social talent,
nnd the mastery of successful men fon
i ists in adroitly keeping themselves
where and when that turn shall be
oftenest to be practiced. Emerson.