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MlMIM & WlUTi:, 1'ubllshcrs,
DOWN THE STREAM.
A mnldon stood upon n shore,
And Iicnrd n Hithtfy-dlppliiK oar.
Tho mornltiR light wns flunlitng clear;
A thrush was loudly warbling near.
A bont enmo Rlldtntr down tlio stream,
i 'With rlpplo soft, nnd plash nnd glonm.
She no'or Imd snon tlio yotilli boforo,
Ho no'or lind touchod upon Mint slioro;
But wIiob slio saw him up tlio stroatn,
1'ronli irom tlio mountain's onrly gloam,
Tlio old, old, wondor-worklntt spoil
Around them both lltto iniiglc rail.
And cro his boat lind drlttod by 1
A cIiiwko onmo ovor wood nnd sky;
Tho old, familiar stream nnd nlioro i
Took on a liuo unknown lioCoro.
iro Itahtly draw his boat to land,
lto lightly rouchod to lior his linnd,
And, leaving alt that tlioy lind known,
Tlio two went down tlio stream alone.
Tlio boatman's nrm was Rood nnd strong,
Tho boatman's our was tough and long.
The maiden's fnco was swcot nnd fair;
fiho felt no faintest four or euro.,
Sho smiled upon hor bnntmnn truo,
And Bald: "1 trust my llfo to you."
The thrush sung on tho bnnk nlono;
Tho maiden down tho stream had gona. '
i'Wen IF. Corel, In Chicago Journal.
LUCINY'S ROSES. "
"Why William Havors 'Dia
Out Thorn Down.
Tho cottago houso had boon painted
whlto, but tho paint was now only a film In
8omo places. Ono could sea tho gray wood
through It. Tho establishment had a gen
erally docllnlng look; tho shlnglos wero
scaling from tho roof, tho fences were lean
ing. All tho bit of newness nnd smartness
about. It was tho front door. That was
painted a bright blue. Cinnamon roso
bushes grow In tho square front yard. They
were full of their littlo sweet ragged rosos
now. With their silent, lowly persistency
they had overrun tho whole yard. There
was no stepping room botwecn thorn. Thoy
formed n groen bnnk against tho house
walls; tholr branches reachod drooplngly
across tho front walk, and pushed through
tho fence. Children on tho stdowalk
could pick, tlio roses. Four men coming up
the street with a business air looked hesi
tatingly at this rose-crowdod front yard
when tlioy nearod It.
"Thar ain't no use goln'in thar into that
mess of prickly 10 jos," Bald one a largo
man with a happy smilo and swagger.
"We are obliged by law to havo tho sale
on the premises," remarked another,
blandly and authoritatively. Ho was n
light-whiskered young fellow, who woro
better clothes than tho othors, and bold a
largo roll of papors ostentatiously.
"Como round to tho side of tho house,
than," spoko another, with low gruffness.
Ho was a man of fifty. Ho had a loan,
sinewy figure, and a severe, sharp-foa-tured
face. His skin was dark roddish
biown from oxposuio to tho sun.
So tho four filed around Into tho sido
yard, with its short grass and its woll and
well-swoep. Here a rod flag was blowing,
fastened, to acherry-troe. Tho men stood
togotuer in close consultation, tho light
whiskorod young man, who was a lawyer,
being chief spokesman.
"We may as well begin," ho said, final
ly, standing oil from the othors! "Tho
hour has passed; no ono olso is llkoly to
Then they took their places with a show
of ceremony tho largo man, who now
held the roll of papors, a littlo aloof, tho
luwyor, and the fourth man, who was old,
and had a ttupid, anxious face, at ono
sido, and tho man with thosevororedfaco,
leaning carelessly against tho cueri'y
treo. Tho largo man began to road in a
loud voice. As ho did so, a loud wnll
came from tho house. Ho stopped read
ing, and all turned their facos toward it.
"Oh dear!" thoy hoard distinctly, in a
shrill, weak, womanish voice, with an un
natural strain on it "oh dear I oh dour
mol Dear mo I dear mo I dear mo!" Then
followed loud hysterical sobs; thon tho
volco kept on: "Oh, father, what mado
you leavo iuof what made you die an'
leave mo? I wa'n't fit to bo left olouo.
Oh, father! oh, mother! oh, Luclny! I
"ain't got anybody 1 'ain't, not anybody.
Oh dear! oh dour mo! dear me 1"
"f heard sho took on awfully 'bout it,"
said tho auctioneer.
"Well, you might as well go on," said
tho lawyer; "duty has to bo performed,
no matter how unpleasant."
"That's so," assented tho auctioneer.
Then.he proceeded, trying to drown out
these distressing cries with his powerful
utterance. But tho cries rang through and
abovo it always. Ho kept on smilingly;
it was tho lawyer who grew impatient.
"Gracious sakes," cried he, "can't some
thing bo done to stop that woman? Why
didn't somebody take her away?"
"I guess hor brother's wife is In thar
-with her: I thought I see her at the win
dow a minuto ago,"1 said the auctioneer,
coming down from his high hill of decla
mation. "Well, go on quickly, and have done
with H," said tho lawyer. "This is aw
iul." Tho man at tho cherry-tree kept clinch
ing hi3 hands, but ho said nothing. The
auctioneer resumed his reading of the long
statemeut of the conditions of the sale,
thon tho bidding began. That was soon
over, sinco there were only two bidders.
The old man, who held tho mortgago,
which had been foreclosed, bid with nerv
ous promptness the exact amount of his
claim. Then the man at tho cherry-treo
made a bid of u few dollars more, and he
was pronounced'tho purchasor.
"Going, going gone!" Bald tho auction
eer, "to William Havers."
William Havers lingered about his now
estate until tho othors had departed, which
they did as soon as tho necessary arrange
ments were completed. They wanted to
be out of hearing of those sad cries and
complaints. Havors strolled out to the
road them. When he saw thorn fairly
started, ho wont swiftly back to tho house,
to the side door.
Ho knocked cautiously. Directly the
cries broko out louder and shriller.
"They've como to ordor mo out, Oh dear!
oh dear! dear! dear! They'vo como to
order me out they hev, they hov!"
Stops approached the door swiftly; it
opened and a woman appeared. Sho
looked pale and troubled, but sho was not
tho ono in such bitter distress, for tho
cries still sounded from tho Interior of the
"How do you do, Mr. Havors?" said tho
woman, with grave formality.
"Can I soo hor a minute?" ho asked,
"Elsie? I don' know. Bho's tnkln' on
droadlully. Bhe nlu't fit to seo anybody.
I'm afraid sho wouldn't,"
"if she'd only boo mo a minuto. I've
got something I want to say particular."
P "Well, I'll soo."
Bho disappeared, and directly tho volco,
which had been a littlo moro subdued,
"No, I won't seo him; I won't; I can't.
I won't'see'anybody, I never want to seo
anybody gain as long as I live. Oh dear!
"It ain't any use," said tho woman, com
ing back. "She au't lit to see anybody;
sho's 'most cracy. Sho don't know what
she's say In', anyhow."
"Then you tell her you go right lit an'
tell her now she kin stay horo. It dou't
muko any odds about my Imyin' tho place;
I won't live here. Bho kin keep right on
atnyln' hero jest tho samo,"
A door opouod suddonly, and another
woman appeared. Bho was a pitiful
sight. Sho bad a littlo slim, bony llguru
wliloli soomoa to tromblo In overy joint.
Evcrv lino In hor small fncu wavered mid
,nor uiuo oyes wero watery una
: net sum nil uiatanou ana
Ith toars. Bho was so disfigured
by grlof that it was Imposstblo to judgo of
hor natural appourancu. Shn would linvo
boon hideous lind not her siuullnoss and
frailty lu hor distress uiudo her piteous,
ITow, howovir, somothtng besides sorrow (
secmou to movo nor. duo was nu niivo
with a strange impotent wrath, which was
directed against William Havers. Bho
cllnchod hor red, bony hands; her poor
oyos Unshed with Indignation, though tho
force of It was lost through tholr toarful
"I Riioss I won't koop on stnyln' horo,"
sho snnppcd, In her thin, honrso volco, "I
guess I won't. You needn't offor mo n
homo. I'vo got ono porvtdad. I ain't
quite dostltuto yot. You nocdn't think
you'rogoln' to como round now an' smooth
mnttors ovor. I know why you've dono
It. You can't blind mo. You've boon
watch In' all tho tlmo for a chnnco to pay
"I don't know what sho means," said
Havors, helplessly, to tho othor woman,
"Bho don't know noltlior. Bho's 'most
Havers began again, trying to spink
socthlnglv- "Now don't you go to foelln'
so, Miss Mills. You 'ain't got to lonvo. I
ain't n-goln' tollvo horo myself anyway.
I'm goln' "
"1 ain't goln' to slay hero another night.
I ain't goln' to bo llvln' on yon. I guoss
you'll find out. Oil, Luclny, what would
you unvo saiu it you'u kiiowoci wnns was
comln' twenty yoar ngol Oh donr! dear I
Tho othor woman took hor by tho shoul
ders. "Now, Elslo, vou'vo cot to wnlk
right in nn stop this. You nln't tnlkin'
with any reason. You'll ho ashamod of
yourself wlion vou como to."
Sho wnlkod her forcibly out of tho entry,
and shut tho door. Then sho turned to
"You musn't mind what sho says," snld
sho. "Sho's boon about as noar crazy ns
anybody can bo, and not ho, all day."
"I don't know what sho kin moan by
my tryln' to pay her back, Mis' Wing." '
"Sho don't know herself. Sho's got
kind of a notion that you're to Mnniu for
buyln' tho placo. She'll know hotter to
morrow." "It's a good deal hottur for mo to ouy It
then Btoiidman," said Havers, with a
troubled look. "I shell lot hor kcop right
on hero. To toll tho truth, I bought tho
placo moro fur "
"You're a roal good man," snld Mrs.
Wing, warmly. Sho was Elslo Mill's
brother's wife. "Sho'll ho ashamed of
herself to-morrow. But sho's comln' to
livo with Silas an' me. Sho's wolcomo to
a homo with us jost as long ns sho lives.
Bho aren't lit to live alono, anyway. Wo
know whon hor fathor died that sho'd run
tho placo out Iu no tlmo. Woll, sho's tnk
ln' on so, I shall havo to go in. I don't
like to loavoher a minuto. Don't you mind
any thing sho said."
Contrary to Mrs. Wing's expectations,
Elsio Mills was not disposed to retract her
words. Tho next day, when she was
Eoaccfully domiciled in hor brother's
otiso. nnd seemed a little cnlmor, hor sis-tor-in-law
oponod on tho subject.
"What In creation mado you tnlk so to
William Havors last night," snld sho. "Not
ono man in a hundrod would havo mado
you the offor that ho did after he'd bought
Elsio fired up at once. "I guess 1 know
why," said sho. "Luclny gnvo hltn tho
mitten once that's why. He's dotu' it to
"Why, Elslo Mills, oro you In yourright
"Yes. I am. Ho acted awful cut up.
He nevor got over it. Ho always meant
to pay us back. Nowho's bought tho placo
an' invited me to live on him, he'll foel
"Well. I nevor!"
Mrs. Wing ropontod tho conversation to
her husband, and told him that she was
really scarod about Elslo; sho did not act
with any reason.
Bilns Wing laughed. "Don't you worry,
Maria," said he, "Elsie always had that
notion. I nover really bolloved that Lu
clny glvo Havers tho mitten mysolt, but
she did, an' sho always wont on the no
tion that ho was dreadfully upsot over it.
Elsie's queer. Sho's mighty mook an'
yleldln' generally; sho seems to bo kinder
golu' sideways at things fur tho most
part; but if sho ever does git p'inted
straight at any thing, thar ain't no turnm'
"Do you romembcr any thing about
William Hnvors waltin' on Luclny?"
'Yes. Ho was round somo two years
beforo sho died. I didn't think much
about It. Luclny was always havin'
beaux. An' no wonder; thar wa'nt many
girls liko hor. I kin seo her now, jest how
sho used to look. Poor Elslo wa'n't much
beside hor, but I don't bollovo sho ovor
glvo that a thought. Bho thought Luclny
was beautiful, an' thar wa'n't auy thing
too goo'd fur her. Sho'd slave herself
'most to death to savo hor. No; don't. you
worry, Maria. Elsie's always run on that
Bllas Wing was Elslo Mills' half
brother; the dead Luuluii hud been her
own slstor. Tho houso which hnd jusv
beon sold was hor inhorltnnco from her
father. Silas Wing was an onsy, pros
porous man, with a shrewd stroak in his
character. HU sister's proporty was
sadly deteriorated, and a poor investment.
Ho hnd no tdon of sinking money to secure
it for her, but ho was perfectly willing to
provide for her, and gave hor a most cor
dial Invitation to his home. Ho gnvo hor
a front chamber in bis largo squnro wbito
house, and furnished it with her own
things, to mnka it soein liko homo.
"Thar ain't any roasou why Elslo
shouldn't bo ns happy us a queen hero ns
long as she ltvos," ho told his wife. "Thar
ain't many women faro any bettor. She
ain't much ovor forty. Sho'd hov to work
hard if sho was In somo places, an' sho
ain't fit to. Now sho'll jost hov to help
you round a little, an' live jost as com
fortablo as can bo."
Elsie's chamber commanded a good viow
of her old home, which was on the op
posito side of the stroet, a little further
down. Sho could seo tho yard full of cin
namon roses, and tho blue front door,
which stood out bravely. That blue door
was duo to her; sho had painted It her
self. Silas had some blue paint left after
Eatnting his farm wagon, and Bhe had
egged it. Thon Bho bad stood on a chair
a small, lean figure in clinging calico
and plastered the brilliant bluo thickly
over the front door, wielding tho brush
stiffly in her little knotty hand, stretching
herself up on her slight, long limbs.
She bad always viewed tho effect with
.innocent delight. Tho unusualnoss of a
blue front door did not trouble her. Sho
was as crude and original as a child in
her tastos. It looked bright and fresh iu
Itself, and to her thinking relieved tho
worn look of tho houso. Bho would havo
painted farther had her paint lasted.
After the door was palntod blue, sho had
held up her head bettor under a neighbor's
insinuation that tho houso was "run
down." That, indeed, had lod her to do'
Now Bho sat forlornly at hor chamber
window, hor elbows on tho sill, her sharp
chin in her hands, for many an hour,
staring over at tho blue door and tho cin
namon roses, as sho might havo Btarod at
lost jewols. Nothing about tho placo
seemed so distinctly her own as that
blue door; nothing soemed so dear ns
those cinnamon rosos, hecauso her dead
sister Lucina had planted thum. It is sad
work looking at things that woro once
ono's own, when thoy havo not beon given
away for love, and ono still wants them.
Elslo was meekly unhappy over It. Bho
was no longer vlolout una oponlv despair
ing, as sho had been at first. That had
been very unusual with hor. Sho was
fond of hor brother nnd his wifo, and con
formed gontly to all tho requirements of
hor now life. Bho had vory little endur
ing resistance to circumstances in her; sho
did not kick against tho pricks. Still sho
lay closo to thorn, and 'was tender enough
to bo cruolly stung by thorn. Sho grow
old, and hor friends noticed it.
"It ulu't any use," Mra. Wing told hor
husband: "Elslo ain't nover goln' to bo
tho samo ns sho was beforo sua lost hor
houBo. She's grown ton years older lu a
"Sho's a silly girl; that's all I'vo got to
say." replied Silas Wing.
"Ono evening EIbIo, at hor opeuohambor
window, overboard a conversation be
tween her brother and his wife, Thoy
wero sitting on tho doorstop,
"Havers cumoovor to-nlght,"sald Silas,
"I soo him out at thogutous I coma along,
Ho's coin' to let bis othor houso and livo
bore, ho says. I doclulr I'd hardly thlnic
bo'd want to, this Is so much furthor from
town. But the othor'll lot better, 1 s'poso,
Heokon that's tho reason,"
"Is ho goln' to lix this ono up!" askod
"Yes; he's goln' to paint It up some, an'
hev tho root shingled, Ho was kinder
laughln' about that bluo door, but ha didn't
seem to think he'd hov It nliorod after
ward, I told him how poor Elslo painted
It herself," '
"Lord! I shouldn't think ho'd want to
keep that blue doar.V
"Ho seemed to think It wouldn't look
bad U tho house was nalntad uew to to
with It. Ho's goln' to cut down oil thorn
cinnamon rosos In tho front yard to-mo-row.
He's brought ovor his slcklo to
night." That wns nil Elslo heard. Bho did not
know how long they tnlkod after that. Ho
was going to cut down Luolnn's cinnamon
rosnsl Bho kont saying It ovor to horsolf.
as If It wero n tak sho had to lonrn, nnd
sho could notoaslly understand, "Luclna's
cinnamon rosos 1 Ho's goln' to cut down
nil Luclna's cinnamon rosos to-morrow'"
It was twolvo o'clock that night when
Elsie crept down tho stairs nnd out tho
frontdoor, Thoro wns no sound In tho
houso oxcopt her brother's heavy bronth
tng, Ho nnd his wife hnd been nsloeii
throo hours. Elslo sldlod out of tho ynrd,
keeping on tho grass, thon sped across the
road and down It n littlo way to her old
home. There were only theso two houses
for a long way; there wns not a light
vlslblo In either. No ono would be pass
ing nt this tlmo of tho night; thoro wns no
dnngrrofhor being observed; moreover,
sho could not hnvo boon vory easily. Groat
elms grew on both sldos of tho strcot. nnd
thoy cast brond.fllckorlugshadows. Elslo,
kcep.'wft closo with tlio shadows, as It thoy
wore friends, and progressing with soft
starts, nftor littlo pauses to listen nnd
peer, might hnvo passed for a shadow herself.
She stopped for a minuto nt tho corner
of tho yard, nnd stareil fearfully over at
tho periled rosos. Tho moon wns coming
up, ana suo cotuu soo thorn distinctly.
Sho fell to remomhering. To this inno
cent, simplo-lienrtod crcnturo, clinging so
closolv to tho old holy loves nnd loyalties
that sho modltalod wlint to hor wis a des
perate dcod lu defense of thorn, thnt fair
tlcii.il Lucina boenme visible among hor
cinnamon rosos. Elslo for a minuto, nssho
stood thoro, was nil memory; tho past
seemed to como back lu pity for hor agony
of rogret and overshino tho present. Tho
light of nn old morning lay on thoso roses,
and young Lucina stood among them,
lovely nnd triumphant. Sho had just set
them in tho earth with hor donr hands.
Whon Elslo moved again sho was ready
for any thing.
Oh, thoso cinnamon rosos! tho only
traces which that beautiful, betoveil
maiden had left of hor presence In tho
world! Oh, thoso cinnamon roses I tho ono
little legncy of grace which sho bad been
ublo to bequoath to It!
When Elslo caino out on tho road again
sho had something carefully covored by
hor apron, lost tho moon should mnko It
glitter. Bho ran homo faster than sho hnd
come, with no watchful pausos now. But
sho had to mnko another cautious journey
to tho Wing barn boforo sho returned to
her room. Finally sho galnod It success
fully; no ono hnd heard her. Tho noxt
morning somo one knocked whilo tho fam
ily woro at tho breakfast tablo. Bllas
"Tho queerest thing," ho said, when ho
returned. "Havers has lost his sickle, tho
ono ho brought over last night, an' ha
wants to borrow mine, an' 1 can't Hnd
that high or low. I would ha' sworo it
was hangln' on tho hook In the barn. Ho
wants to got them cinnamon roses cut."
'Woll, I should think It wns quoorl"
said his wifo. "I know I saw It out thoro
yesterdny. Aro you sure it's gono?"
"Course I am. Don't you s'poso I'vo
Els'io snld nothing. Sho bont hor bond
over her pinto nnd trlod to cat. Thoy did
not l.otlco how whlto sho wns. Sho
kept a sharp watch all day; sho started
every time any ono spoku; sho kept closo
to tho othors; sho droadod to hear what
might bo said, but sho droaded moro not
"Hns Mr. Havers found his slcklo yot?"
Mrs. AVing nsked. whon her husband came
homo at night. Ho hud beon over to tho
villnge. "I seo you rldin' homo with
"No, ho 'ain't. Ho's gono und bought a
now ono. Bays ho's bound to hov them
rosos cut down to-morrow. 'Ain't soon any
thing of ourn yot, hov yo?"
"No; I'vo been out myself nnd looked."
"Well, It boats overy thing two sickles
right In the neighborhood! I ruther think
somo one must ha' took 'em."
"Land! Silas, nobody's took 'om. I
know all about you. I'vo known you to
hov things stole bofore, nn' it nlwnyx
turned out you wns tho thief. When you
lose n thing It's always stole."
Elslo found it harder to start out to
night; a littlo of tho first Impetus wns
wasted. Still, sho did not hesitate. Whon
the houso was qulot she crept out again,
nnd out over to tlio old placo. Sho did
not stop to reflect over tho rosos to-night.
Sho was braced up to do hor orrand; but
It must bo dono quickly, or sho would giro
way. Sho went straight around tho houso
to tho woodshed, whoio sho had found the
slcklo tho night beforo. As sho enmo closo
to tho opon arch which sorved ns ontrnuco
there was n swift rush, nnd William
Hnvors stood beside her holding her hand.
"Oh!" sho said, then begnn foobly gnsp
ing for breath.
'Elsio Mills? what in tho world aro you
Sho looked up iu his face, but did not
"Why, Elsio, what is it! Don't, you bo
afraid, your poor little thing. What was
it you wautod? Tell mo."
"Lot mo go?"
"Ofcourso, I will, but I think you'd
bettor tell mo whut you wnntod, nn' lot
mo got it. I'd bo glnd enough to. I didn't
mean to scaro you. I suspected I'd hod n
sickle stole, nn' 1 was kinder koopin' a
lookout. When I jumped out I didn't soo
"I stole your slcklo, and I'll steal it
again if you offer to tech Luclny'.s roses."
"You stole my sickle I offer to tech
Luclny 's roses! I guess I don't know
what you moan, Elslo."
"I moan jost what I snv. I'll stoal your
sickle every time you offor to cut down
"You mean them rosos out in the front
"Course I do. Didn't sho sot 'era out?"
"Dear me! I didn't know. I didn't
know nothin' about it. I hadn't no notion
of your fcelin' bad. If I had, I guess
Why didn't you toll mo? AVhy didn't you
come right over? I'd hov mown oft my
own fingers bofore I'd offered to tech thorn
roses if I'd known."
"Do you s'po-o I was goin' to como ovor
here an' ask vou not to, whon I know you
wns jost doln' it for spite 'causo Luciny
wouldn't hev vou?"
" 'Cause Luclny wouldn't hov mo?"
"Yes, 'causo Luciny wouldn't hov you."
"I didn't nover ask hor to hev mo, Elslo.'
"I didn't novor nsk hor."
"I don't soo what you mean by that."
"Why, I mean I didn't."
"What wns you hangln' round hor so fur,
thon? Au' what mado you act so awful cut
"Didn't you novor know 'twas you,
"Well, all I'vo cot to say Is, you'd ortor
to bo ashamed of yourself. A girl liko
Luciny you wa'n't lit to look at her. I
guess thoro wa'n't many fellers round hut
would ruther hov had her than anybody
olso. I guoss It's sour grapes."
'I know Luclny was tho handsomost
girl anywhores round, but that didn't
inako no dtlforonce. I always ltkod you
host. I don't think you'd ortor to bo mad,
"I ain't; but I don't like to soo anybody
liko Luclny slighted. I wa'n't uothiu' sido
"Woll, I rockonyour thlnkln' you wa'n't
was what muko mo take to you In tho first
place. Look a-lioro, Elslo, I'm n-goln'
to toll you. I'vo boon wnntlu' to, but I
didn't know hut I'd dlo boforo I got a
chance. I enmo ovor an' bought this placo
josc on your account when I hoard tho
mortgage was goln' to bo foreclosed. I
didn't rooly s'poso you'd bo wlllln' to
marry mo, you treated mo so Indlfferont
iu Luciny's day; but I didn't pay no at
tention to that. 1, wautod you to koop on
llvln' hero. When you. actod so mad
'causo I spoko about It, I didn't dure to
say auy thine; more. But I wish you'd
como now. Won't you? I'll go back to
my old homo; 'twont put mo out a mlto.
An' I shan't do It because I'vo got any
splto, nor want to show It out. It Ml bo
bocuuso I'vo always liked you bottor'n
anybody oUe, an' wan to I to do something
Elslo was crvlng; "I'vo got to got uso to
tbiukln' of It," sho sobbed.
"Voll, you think It ovor, an' you como
back hero. It's your homo, where you've
always lived, an' I know you'll bo hap
pier, no matter how much your brother's
folks do fur you, You make up your mind
an' como hack, I'll hev tho houso palnt
od, nn' It'll look roal protty with tho bluo
door; au' I won't hoy n single ono of them
cinnamon rosos aut down, If I find out
that tholr roots are tangled up lu a gold
"No; I shan't lot you give mo tho houso
fur iiothiuxs I shan't, William."
"Now, Elslo, thnr nln't no rosion friyoni
foolln' so. When anybody gets to thlnkln'
n good deal of nnvbody olso, why It don'l
mnko so much dlfYorotico about yourself;
tho other ono stands first. If you kin soc
tho othor ono happy, you don't know nny
dllforonco betwixt that nn' boln' happy
yoursolf, an' If you kin only do something
to mnko tho othor ono hnppy. why, It
comes boforo any thing else. That's Jest
tho way I fool. I'vo got oddlcntod up to
It. Bo don't you worry nbout tnkln1 tho
house fur nothing. You ain't. Now you'll
git cold stnndin' hero. I'm goln' to see
vou safo to your brother's, an' you think
Iter littlo nervous hand clutched nt his
coat sloovo to dotnln him.
"Look-n horo a minuto. I want to toll
you. I 'ain't novor hnd any thing like this
to sny boforo, nn' I don't know how.
When I got to thlnkln' nbout nny thing of
this kind, I always put Luclny In Instead
of mo. But I wnnt to toll you I'm all
took by surprise, on' I don't know hut
mebho, If I could got usod to thlukln'of It,
"I guoss I don't kilow what you mean.
"Woll, It don't soom ns If thar would be
much senso In my glttlu' married now,
Jiisio Aims anil wiuiaiu iiavors wore
mnrrlod at tho brldo's brother's. Whon
tho bridal couplo went to tholr own homo,
thoy did not outor nt tho front door, Thoy
pnssod around to tho side one, bocnliso the
iront yarn wns so mil ot cinnamon rosos,
Mary E. H'iIA-ihs, in Harper's Bazar.
MR. JONES' BABY.
A Happy Father's Opinion of His Some
whnt Troiibli'soinn J'irst-llnrn.
Oh, yes, there Is ovlilcntly something
trio matter with tli.it child. Llfo has no
charms for film. Ho h utterly indlfl'or.
ont nbout his personal uppcarnnco;
don't caro how his hair is combed, or
whether it Is combed at nil; Is equally
indllVcront at to whether Ills face la
washed; treats all visitors, nnd cspocinlly
his feminine friends, with coldness nnd
even rudeness; openly laments tholr nr-
rivnl and rojoiccs nt thoir doparturo; de
clines to bu interviewed concerning
the number of his teeth; declines to
show any ono how big ho is, or to enter
tain his roltitivcs by clapping his hands;
does not seem to feci nt all complimented
when told that ho is fat.
I suppose if ho were requested to en
tertain relatives bystanding'on his head
or walking off on his cur, lie would re
turn a contemptuous rofu'tU. Ho weeps
at every opportunity. His regular of
fice-hours for weeping' are from olovon
o'clock at night to livo o'clock in tlio
morning, with intermissions for sooth
ing syrup and similar refreshments.
I think ho is meditating suicide. I
know ho has swallowed unlimited quan
tities of plus, needles, carpet-tacks and
shoe-blacking. I found him yesterday
with a box of sulphur-matches In his
hand, and ho seemed to bo in doubt
whether ho ought to eat them, or
whether thoy wero intended for external
uso only. Ho soemed, indeed, to favor
tho htttor idea, as ho wns trying to set
lire to the houso; but ho lirul some of
tho matches in his mouth, showing that
ho lind not quito abandoned tho former
Ho has endeavored to drown himself
in tubs of cold water; und to scald him
self to death in boilers of hot water;
and tho number of times ho has thrown
himself down-stairs is boyond calcula
tion. Kvor sinco ho hits learned to creep
ho has beon trying to utilize that juve
nilo accomplishment by crawling' out of
a two-story window. Ho recently soiod
a carving-knifo nt tablo in n most
ferocious manner, and, if it had not
been for tho timely interposition of Mrs.
,1., there is no knowing, whnt scones of
carnago might have ensued.
Yes, it is quite clear that ho intends
to mako away witli himself.
What can bo tho catihoof it all?
His mother lias frequently been of
opinion that it was pins but I novor
took an j' stock iu that theory, and sho
herself, after mature investigation, has
beon compelled to abandon it.
Somo of our friends havuassertcd that
the baby's future teeth aro tho causo of
all tho 'trouble. I think this is absurd.
It is inconceivable that ho ,-honM pre
fer to go through lifo without any teeth;
and even if ho did, ho ought to" rollect
that, at tho worst, teeth are a tempo
rary evil. Most people manage to get
rid of them by a judicious uso of mo-lasies-talVy;
but even if 'this remedy
should fail, the sull'erer need not de
spair whilo chewing tobacco remains as
a, last resource.
I think it is puro cusscdness.
I havo learned a good deal sinco that
kid shuuled on this mortal coil, but I
don't know overy thing yot. 1'uck,
CAUTION TO TEACHERS.
Never Presume to Answer n Question
Without llnliiR WoM l'ostoil.
Lot mo warn teachers, especially
young ones, against attempting to re
ply to any question by a scholar when
they do not really know what answer
to givo. No ono can bo prepared for
every question which can bo asked.
Tho vcrii'ft fool can ask more in livo
minutes than tho greatest philosopher
can answer In a life time. I know tho
temptation is great to givo a roply of
somo sort, which may bo right or may
bo wrong, "for fear tlio scholars bhould
think us ignorant;" but tho tempta
tion must bo battled with. Tho roal
reason why an answer is attempted,
ninoty-nino cases out of n hundred, is
nrido, and it is prldo which will certain
ly havo a fall, for if tho scholar docs
not know at onco that the roply was a
guoss, ho will remomborit and confront
tho teacher with it at homu most inop
portune timo perhaps quota his own
words against him. Thon, indeed, will
tho scholar look down upon that
teacher and probably givo him a far
lowor placo in thoirrogard that ho really
deserves. If, however, thoir teacher is
generally woll informed and woll ahead
ot them, ho will not sink at all in
thoir estimation if ho honostly confesses
that ho can not answor some particular
question it is generally ono of fact
on the spur of tho moment. Still, ho
should carofully troasuro tho question
nnd beo that no obtains tlio correct
answor to it for tho very noxt tlmo ho
moots his class and should glvo them
tho roply, with any othor information
about the subject no may think fit. I
can spoak fron a lively oxporlcnco on
tills matter. A few days nftor I took my
first and only class, wo had u losson In
which somo "of tho mountain? of tho
Holy Land woro numtioned and as wo
spoko of them, I was Middonly tnkon
nback with tho quostion: "lonelier,
what's tho hlgho3t mountain in tho
world?" I oanfosii I hud somo sort of
an idea that it wns Chlniborazo; but
fortuimtoly, my hotter nature con-1
fiuored, nnd I admitted I did not know,
hut added 1 would toll thum in thu after
noon. 1 know that I havo novor for
gotten sinco thon that it Is Mount Kvorost
and 1 do not think thoy havo forgotten
It elthor, I found that tho boy who
asked mo know It nnd had I mado a
guess, would have tripped mo In lino
An Ohio law Unit is composed oi
husbuud and wifo
OUR FASHION LETTER.
Thu Itecitnt dinner In Stjli-s of I.nilfet
Onrtnonts Klrgnnt Simplicity of Htrnt
Costumes l'uslilnntibln Jackets The
French 1'olonnltt, Leg U' Mutton
Btceres, Etc., Ktc.
Np.it Yoiik, Hoptembor, 1880. Just now
fashion seemu to bo Infected with somo ol
the capricious disposition ol tho season
promising, threatening and withdrawing
by turns, ''every thing by starts nnd noth
ing long." It is rather dllllcult to say
(hnt its dovelopmonts will bo a month
honce, but at p'coent thoro uro changes
and nrlotlos enough lu every stylo ol
gown, wrap and bonnet to please all
tnstcs, with considerable Iclt ovor unap
propriated. One ol the arbitrary require
ments, however, which will ;io( ho changed
In forthcoming ntylos, will bo tho elegant
simplicity ol street costumes. Thcrowlll ha
r.irn.i; tiiimmino usp.n,
nnd much more will bo accomplished In
the way ol duo effects iu fitting and drap
tion will bo
while this Is
tho case, It
will not by
a single color
will not pre
v n 1 1 , for
will be made
o r figured
vot tho letter 4
ol the law bo
miA.t t.. f..ui..
I r. .. I , .1... '
of tho fnsh- Tullor Costumoof Turtlo Col
innnblo jack- orou Cloth.
cU for these natty Btilts shows a model,
fitting tho figure trimly In tho back, with
tho shortest kind ol u
POSTILION AS A riNIAII.
In front It. opens nil tho way down ovor a
douhlc-lireiiHtcd waistcoat of plain cloth
or ecru pique, this (listened up half its
length with costly buttons, set on iu a
double row. Down each Hide of the front
are long, nnrrow revcrs, theso usually of
velvet, and trimmed with enameled orna
ments, or thoso ma tdicd to the buttons
on the vest. Tho sleeve is closo and small,
with n narrow cuff ot volvct nt the edge,
held with nn ornament like those on tho
jacket. Other jackets, in Knglish style,
nre made double-breasted themselves, the
vest showing only at the top, and graceful
shapes are brought out, cut short in front
like a Russian jacket, with long Dircctoiro
coat bucks, which fall moro than a quarter
of a ynrd over tho drapory of the skirt in
tiii: ritEXcii ror.ON.vtsn,
which revolved out ol eight for two sea
sons, has como up smiling, nnd appears
in novel and grncoltil arrangements, which
quito transform its rather woodon effect
of other davs. A celebrated New York
out with his
journal a number
ot now dovlces In
polonaises, this in
models. The shirt
ot ono long, am
plo polonuiso is
Blushed its entire
length, thus di
viding it into sec
tions which aro
teully a u e 1 s.
lions of vol vot
ribbon, In clustors
ol three, set some
inches from the
next three nbovo,
ncross thu bot
tom of each pan
el, making nine
rows in all. The
polonaise is open
nil tho way down
the Iront, there
Wnlklng Costumo of
l'laln nnd Striped wool
en Goods and Velvet.
fore there aro
panels each sida
of the undershirt.
which In partly covered by a how nnd long
ends ot satin ribbon, which como from un
der an opening in tho corsago ot tho
polonaise, tie, nnd fall nearly to the front
of the underskirt.
plain and plaited box plaits and plain
round effects, wholly unplatted, aro all
noted on the very latest costumes from
over tho sea. lie vers of velvet, or ot goods
contrasting with thoso which lorm tho
gown, nro set upon both skirt and bodice,
nnd beaded ornaments, lace, silk gimp
fancy braids are
as much tho fash
ion this moment
ns if thoy had
just nppearcd up
on the scone. Domi
visite for tho older
wearers and tho
Knglixh open coat
for" the younger
pcoplo are the two
most populnr au
tumn styles as yet
bon trimmings ot
ull sorts, from vol
vet with I'lcot
edge, to plain sat
in, plays an im
portant role as a
and fl o w o r b of
shaded velvet, In
will strongly rival
long plumes and
fluffy short tips ns
ndornings for my
lndy's picturcsquo Walking Costume of
GninBborougli hat i!!"1" Homespun und
for fall wear. VMa-
tiii: i.t:o o' mutton hluuyk
is contesting for high rank In autumn
mode',, and luiHalrcady been recognized by
French nttieri'H. Klhon sleeves, bin shed
with puffs ol velvet sot In; lull length
sleeves with a deep V Insertion of Iuco,
satin or other goods set iu to reach Irom
tlio shoulder to near tho elbow, and ovon
puffed sleovcB, aio alt rovlvod, French
modistes declaring that a largo puffed or
leg o' mutton sleeve IiupartH a nlonder ef
fect to the waist ortfo, pulled hIoovcs by
the score. K. I).
As a woman stnndlngnll ulono
1 humbly hope to slilnot
I'm tlrod of the dicttry twnddlo
Of the oak nnd Ivy vino,
I've scon loonuiny Instances
Where, nature's law declining,
Tho vine did the supnoitluir,
While tho oak did ull tlio twining;
Bofore I'd marry a man nnd work
For his bread and my own.
Ilofoio I'd marry a iiuiii who'd placo
Himself upon u throne.
And clslin from me, his bettor half,
Allegiance blind and mute,
I'd marry thu merest upo and wait
wmmt i yiKKj
lyjrjfli j llfjj fit im
How tho Health of tho lllrd Affeols Its
Ostrich chicken feathers nro useless
until thoy nro a yoar old : thoy nro rare
ly cut before. At twolvo months thoy
nro cut off. The stumps dry, nnd after
a few weoks the bird sheds them, or
thoy can bo drawn outwltliout pain nnd
with oase. Tho feathers then tnko si
months to grow beforo thoy can again
bo cut. Thrco pi tickings nro obtaina
ble In two years' tlmo. Tho process of
plucking continues for ninny years, but
it requires tho greatest cure to prevent
tho feathers dolorloratlng. Tho feath
ers from tho wild bird aro tho longest
and llnest, but rarely moro than thrco
on ono bird nro sulllclcntly perfect to
render them lit for commerce. Hence
tho necessity of tlio farm. A male bird
turns black at about tho ago of eighteen
months, lho biacK aim Dincn-antt-whlto
feathers aro pulled from different
parts of tho body; tho whlto feathors
como from ono row only In the wing;
tail feathors aro nover as white ns thoso
In thu wing, and arc usually bleached
for "tips. So littlo Is known nbout
tlio habits of thn ostrich that people aro
surprised to find how tho health of tho
bird affects Its feathers. In manv of
tho best feathers is what appears to bo a
lino running across the feather. This,
may be, is not caused by the
packing-string being too tightly
tied, but by a day's illness. So
delicate aro the feathers and so inti
mately nnd so wonderfully connected
with tho organization of tho bird that a
day's dyspepsia from overfeeding or un
derfeeding will leave this mark. A del
icate bird has its feathers moro or less
marked throughout. Ostriches aro not
camped out for breeding until tho malo
bird is four anil tlio hen three years of
age. Thoy lay from ten to fifteen eggs
nnd incubate forty-two days. Tho malo
bird Is a pattern husband and father; if
accident should overtake his mato it is
most usual for him to continue tho sit
ting, and he has frequently been known
to bring off tho brood successfully,
"mothering" them with tho greatest
care until thoy can peck, which is not
until threo davs after hatching. Tlio
nest of tho ostrich is always in tho sand,
and is scratched out by tho malo bird;
tho lion forms a perfect wall of sand
round her with her wings before tho
eggs are hatched. The ostrich knows
no fear, and is a most formidable and
dangerous opponent. Their cry, which
answers to cock-crowing, is a deep bel
low that can bo heard for a couple of
miles, and is called "bromming." The
depression in ostrich fanning has been
caused by an overstocked market.
Naturally thoo in climates suited to
tho bird imported them from the Cape.
Vhcn tho steed was stolen, the Capo
Government locked the stable door; but
alas! tho ono hundred pounds premium
on overy bird exported was too Into a
jueasnro to prevent thriving farms
growing in Australia anil India, and it
is with chagrin bordering on despair
that tho Capo farmers
mm tnc retail
trado gleaning tho prolits.
A Simpto Itccclpt Which Is Certainly
Worth a Trial.
It is strange that so many pcoplo
should know so littto about the prepara
tion of really good food. It is useless to
point out a few shining examples hero
and thoro go cast or west or north or
south and good bread, for instance, is
almost unknown. And coffeo! who has
not shuddered tlmo and again at tho
decoction served under that namo? I
havo drunk it when I could not havo
told to savo my lifo whether I was
drinking coffeo or tea, or both, or some
thing else. But to return to bread. To
be really good, it should bo white,
spongy and tough, with a dark red
criiit'that melts in tho mouth with an
indescribable sweetness, and leave-, but
ono wi-h in the heart moro bread. To
mako it, but two things aro neco-sary;
good Hour and gooil hop yeast. Iso
one can afford to tiso poor Hour, for it
absorbs so much water that it will not
go ono-half as far as Hour of a hotter
grade. Tho next requisite is home
made yeast. Tho dry kinds in mar
ket are seldom fresh, and yeast
is so oasily mado and so easily
kept that it is poor poller to buy it.
Tho following receipt I know to bo
good: Four potatoes, two, handfuls of
hops, ono tablespoonful of ginger, two
of salt, half cup sugar and ono half cup
of good fresh yeast. Boil tho potatoes
and hops together, nnd scald half a cup
of flour with the water; as soon as
suilicicntly cold, add tho yeast, sugar,
salt and ginger and forment twenty
four hours, nnd then bottlo. It will
keep six weeks in tho hottest weather.
Half a cupful will make from fonr to
six loaves. Tho bread should be set
over night, and thoroughly kneaded in
tho morning, tlio longer tlio better, but
from lialf to three-quarters of an hour,
nnyway. Bako woll, and just boforo
taking from tho ovon, wet the tops of
the loaves with cold water to insure that
deep, dark red glazoso dear to tho good
bread lover's heart. Novor uso a par
ticle of butter or lard in bread, for it
destroys tho crustiness. Cor. Ohio
Tho Wheat of the Pharaohs.
Thoro is a proverb which says that
thoro aro moro falso facts than false
theories m tho world. Indeed falso
theories spring from mistakes as to
facts, or a wrong interpretation of
thum. An instance of this is tho caso of
wheat found in tho coillns of Egyptian
mummies. It has beon stated over nnd
and over again that such wheat retained
its vitality for over four thousand yoars,
and had sprouted as fresh and green as
tho seeds of last year's planting. Minis
tor S. S. Cox, who roprosonts this coun
try at Constantinople, had this mattor
thoroughly tested. Ho sont a packago
of wheat found In tho graves ot mum
mios to responsible agriculturists in this
country, wlio planted it under tho moit
favorahlo conditions; but it would not
germinate. Indeed, it was found on
cutting tho sood that it had turned to
dust. DemorcsCs Monlhhj.
A romarkablo story Is related by tho
Norwood (Ont.) Jlegistcr, A party of
thrco persons father nnd son and a
neighbor wero recently indulging in a
drinking sprco near tho town, when tho
neighbor suddonl) eoncelvod n doslro
for a wifo. At first tho fathor nnd bon
proposed to soil him thu old lady, but
bho was objeoted to boeauso of hor ox
tromu age, Thu son thon offered the man
his wife, to whom ho had only boon
married a yoar, for S3 cash or $5 on
tlmo. Thu money was paid, ami thn
husband, tying n rope around his wito's
log, placed tho end of It In the hands of
thu purchaser, with a formula, duly
witnessed, renouncing ull right, titlo,
nml nlnlm in llm wifo. Thn woman wns
I thou led away by her now husband,
PITH AND POINT.
Lady (to servant whom sho Is nbout
to cneago) Thoso aro my conditions;
do tlioy suit you? Servant H'ni, III
soo. I always tako ladles on trial. if
Now that cronscd pants and rough
edged paper aro fashionable, tho only
thing needful to conipleto tho editors,
happiness Is a crnzo for frayed cuffs.
Durlington Free 1'rcss. ,
Sunday-school Tcachor Johnny,
do you understand tho jiarnblo of tho
shopliord and hlsshcopP Johnny Yes,
sir. Teacher If you littlo children nro
tho sheep, what am I. Johnny A big
Bliecp, sir, Chicago Mail.
A modern writer says "man is
romantic to a woman." In a great
many cases, judging from tho number
of hard-worked and worn-out wives,
man is more of a tragedy to a woman.
Tho romatico is nil beforo marriage
Patient o glad you havo come,
doctor, I am In such pain I Doctor
Well, whero's the trouble? Patient I
suffer so dreadfully from my corns.
Doctor Corns, cht ahcml (meditative
ly) just show mo your tongue. N. Y.
At tho Dudcrv: "Is it truo Smith
Is going to call llrown out?" "1 be
lieve it is." "Why, what is tho trouble?"
"Ho insulted him in tho deadliest way ;
invited him to dinner, and offered him
calf's brains a la Knickerbocker for tho
entree." 'Town Topics.
"I sec, Luctntln, they nro going to
have a now music pagoda at Manhattan
Beach. Wo must go down noxt week."
'r don't think I caro to, Henry; I can't
bear pagodas. If thoy wero going to
play waltzes, why, 1 wouldn't mind.
Pagodas are too classical." Tid-Iiils.
Country editor (to assistant) In
your editorial on tho murder case, Mr.
Smith, you do not mako uso of tho ex
pression, "forging tho links in tho chain
of evidence. Assistant ".no, sir; L
forgot it. Shall I stop tho press ami
work it in?" Country editor "Cer
tainly." A". Y. Sun.
She (after a private theatrical en
tertainment) "Ilow cleverly tho parts
of Homo and Juliet wero played, Mr.
Smith." lie "Very; almost equal to
professional work." She "Did you
know that the gentleman and lady who
played tho parts aro husband and wife?"
llu "Vou astonish mo! Husband and
wife? Why, it was wonderful acting."
A young lady reading in a newspa
per the other day of a girl having beon
made crazy by a s'uddon kiss, called the
attention of her uncle, who was in tho
room, to that singular occurrence,
whereupon tlio old gentleman gruffly
demanded what the fool had gone crazy
for. "What did sho go crazy for?''
archly returned tho ingenuous maiden.
"Why, for more, I suppose." JV. Y.
Mamma, what aro you looking
for?" asked Littlo Mamio Flapjack of
her mother, tho widow Flapjack. "I'm
looking for my wedding ring. I'vo
hunted for it high and low. I wouldn't
lose it for anything." "I wouldn't both
er about it, mamma. If it comes to tho
worst you can get married ajrain. That's
what I'm going to do when I'm a
widow. " Texas Sif lings.
HIS PRECIOUS TRUNK.
Iltporleneo of n nptrnlt Tnx-Fnyor Who Is
IVrHPcutcd by IU-l.urk.
There was ono man who didn't tako
kindly to tho lato accident on tlio West
Shore by which a doen or more trunks
wero smashed and their contents
ruined. When tho passengers wero
notified to exhibit their checks and mako
a statement of damages this man cx
hibited his piece of brass and declared
that nothing less than threo hundred
dollars would mako him whole.
"Pretty valuable trunk," remarked
"Yes. sir; I was going to Europe for
Tlio passengers gathered at tho wreck
ed car to identity what had been saved,
and ns tho parcels woro handed down
thu number of tho checks woro called
off. Pretty soon out caino a thin, lean,
cadaverous oltl carpet-bag which did
not seem to contain moro than a shirt
and a pair of socks, and as tho number
of the check was called tlio official con
sulted his list and remarked to the
"This is your baggage, sir."
"Y-o-s, I think so."
"That's tlio throe-hundrcd-tlollar
trunk going to Europe with you!"
"Y-c-s, that's tho one." '
Thoro was a general laugh at his ex
pense, during winch ho retreated to tho
passenger-car. Some ono prosontly
asked him how ho came to mako such a.
"mistake," and ho replied:
"Why, don't yo know. I supposed tho
car anil overy thing in it had been
smashed to bits. I novor did havo luck
nohow in theso railroad smasli-ups."
Detroit Free l'ross.
Just Like Mamma.
If mothers could always realize tho
ideals they represent to their children
they would bo greatly encouraged in
their arduous diitios. A Indy riding
upon a street car saw a littlo boy whom
"So you havo a littlo slstor, Willie,"
sho remarked, pleasantly. "Is sho a
"Sho looks just liko mamma," was
tho smiling answor.
"What do you call hor?" asked tho
"Sho's named aftor mamma," an
swered tho littlo follow promptly.
Everybody was smiling, and, to re
liovo thu lady's embarrassment, his
friend inquired tho color of tho baby's
"It's tho samo color as mamma's,"
ho responded, timidly.
A guntloman who had been amused
by tho dialogue, asked tho wco man if
tho now littlo sister was a good baby.
"Yes, sir," was tlio prompt reply.
"Sho is just liko manmia!" Detroit
Why tho Old Man Was Slow.
"Holloa, Unclo Boggy," said ayoung
negro, speaking to an old negro whom ,
ho overtook In tho btreot. "W'yn't yor
walk fastor an' not lot mu pass yer di
"Holo on or mlnit," tlio old man ro
quobtsd. "Yor'vu heed er man totlu or
back o' co'n, hain't yor?"
"Oh, ytw, bah."
'An' yer's seed or ninu totln' or
empty sack, Ispoo?"
"1 sho has."
"Ah, huh, an' didn't yor alius notlca
dat do man whut ain't got nothin' In liln
hack walks fastor deu do ono dat's got a,
"Wall, yerso'f's ono o' dom men wltl
or empty back, linn or long, son, fur
yer ulirt got weight mmff on yor
bhouldors to hoi' yor ou do grouu',"
I jfkanmv Truvclcr,