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The Ohio Democrat.
nnEHM A WHITE, l'ubllslior.
LOGAN. i OHIO
THE EASIEST WAY,
Your letter Jimt inmo to mo Willy,
And you Ilnd Mint you don't forKfit?,
You'vo tileil tor these months .oli,
you
And nro Btit'o Mint you lovo mo yet?
Alt! Mmao'inya worn nwcoM ncknowlaugo,
In Mint denr old town tiy tlio son.
When tlin liond nr Ills cliua In college
Took a fancy to mo.
Don't uny Mint I hnvon't n lionrt, Wilt ;
1 think o( tho pint wltli rritret;
And MioukIi wo'vo no lonti tioon rtpnrt, still
I, too, Ilnd It linrd to forKOt.
What nonsense I'm writing! Xcil Cnry
Hinyu,
linn nroken wltli l.imnn l.ce,
Andlioand llnlnh Mniida you know Mary
Are devoted to me.
Jnok Whitney tins como Into money;
And bo litis Nell Paroi by the wny,
Sho innrrlod old Dale nln't It funny?
lie's sovonty If ho's n dny.
Hpr trousseau, of coursn, camo from Paris;
Her brlitemalds woru Mniralo McKee,
The Weston Rlris, llcittrlce Harris,
Colin Carter and mo.
Another) they nay, In September
Will bo tlio event of tho yonr.
Tho groom Is young Itoyd you remember
Your trio' lloyd, llllllnrds nnd Ueer?
'Tin Grnco wed to Uold, snyg Duma (liundy;
That litn nlfts nre a sight to scot
That nhe tries on her dress on Mondny ;
That It's ordered by mo;
That mine's tho opinion that's nskoil for
The flowers, tho fenst nnd the wlno;
Thnt my poor llttlo wits nro tusked for
, TUocntir, porformnnco, In lino
Tho hnppy girl Isn't (irixco Grcotcy,
Nor uven my cousin Mnrla;
Thoy any you know tonguos run so freely
That tlin brtdo, too, Is me.
Ruth Hall, In Harper'! iTagatlne.
EVERY ONE LOVED HIM.
Sow Jack Euston's Sins. Were
Outweighed by His VirtueB.
Any fino sunny clay you might havo
seen old Sir Potor Euston driving in tho
park with his ndmirablo elder son Jo
soph by his side Tlio old gcntlomnn
was a good deal shaken sinco that
dreadful business about his son Jack.
Society talked of it for qulto threo days,
and my friend John Carloton was near
ly worn off his logs running about from
club to club repeating tho story. Sir
Peter's kind old faco brightened in re
turn for a friendly greeting, but thoro
was a vast deal moro sorrow than joy
in ills smile.
Says Mm. Mountchostor to mo as wo
drove past and exchanged greetings,
airily whipping up her dappor gray
ponies: "Now, I really do think tlio old
gentleman ought to put a butter face on
it. Ho had ono son who had all tho
vices extant, and tho othor every im
aginable virtue; why doesn't ho strike
it oalanco as thoy do at his bank, and
.sot off ono against tho othur." Cer
tainly Josoph Euston looked tho incar
nation of high-class British virtue. Pco
plo were always making him their "ox
ccutor'.' and leaving him handsome leg
acies; tlio middlo-agcd folks wero never
happy till he was guardian and god
Intlior to thoir children; and tho young
folks appointed him "trustee" to any
number of marriago settlements.
Now and then you saw h s
name as director of some very
fat and flourishing company, and its
fatness and Its flourish woro generally
due to tho valuo attaching to his name.
When you had secured his patronage for
any undertaking you might bo quite
suro It would ride on tho top of tho tido
and ultimately sccuro firm anchorage in
the harbor of public opinion. I know
that the Socloty for Christian Potboys
was on Its vory last legs when ho gave
it his sanction; and now it's scarcely do
cent to dio without loaving it a legacy
in your will. Decorum, propriety and
respectability had. ruled his lifo from tho
cradlo upward. Ho was that entirely
odious thing, a well-conducted boy. I
don't liko decorous boys, and I didn't
liko him. He novcr tore his clothes nor
got into debt; ho could not have climbed
a trco to save his life; nnd he would
as soon havo broken into a church as
robbed a henroost. No ono ovor was
known to call him Joo, or el i aft" him, or
play any tricks on him. All tho devil
try of the family centered in Jack, and
left nothing but all tho domestic virtues
for Joseph. Add to his virtuos an ex
tremely courteous manner, nnd to his
manner a soft, winning voice, and to
both a well-secured incomo of ten thou
sand pounds a year, and tell mo if Han
nah More ovor conceived a moro noble
porfoct hero.
That very ovoninn; I was playing a
rubber at old Lady Cholsea's. I always
left her house considerably richor in
scandal but decidedly poorer in pockot.
Betweon tho hands Lady C. would dis
tribute crumbs of tho vorv latest gossip,
and any social chick-a-blddy might pick
thorn up. So says my Lady Chelsea:
"I hoar Joseph Euston is secured at
last."
Tho doalor paused in his deal as a
chorus of inquiries rose. Llttlo Cecil
Digby, who was my partnor, raised his
iiamt ami said: "in i
lay ten to ono I can
spot tho girl."
,,'Phr. ninnlti.n a flntnafnlilv clnnnn. "
says Ludy C., leaning back in her chair.
"1 havo a great" mind to win your
money, Mr. Diirbv. I think I might
givo tho party a guess all round and yet
koop my socrot.'-
"Why, Jiwiy uneiscn," crios uooii,
"all tho world know tho day beforo yes
terday that tho beautiful Yankeoholross,
Miss Dinah B., Chicago, had laudod tho
prlzo."
Lady C. shakes her head and says:
"All tho world is wrong, as usual.
Ciuoss again." I then hazard tho remark
that as Mrs. Wilks Wheelor has been
angling for him for hor third girl for
two years (and mark you, Mrs. W.
Whoolor was tho most successful prl.o
takor for tho last throe seasons), it was
probablo that this accomplished lady
had at Inst brought matters to a crisis.
Then came moro shakes of my lady's
head, and furthor random guesses on
tho part of tho guosts; then an Interval
of silence as Lady Cholsea's most orac
ular votco announced tho name of "Lady
Olivia Plantagonot." Tho rubbor was
suspondod for several minutes whilo wo
cxprossod our surprise.
And now I must tell you somothing
about Lady Olivia, and how it till carau
about. For threo seasons every woll
thinklng mother In Bulgravia with any
thing In tho shape of a marriageable
daughter had spread hor nuts abroad for
Joseph Euston, Whon his father died
ho would bo Sir Joseph, ami in the
lnoanwhilo ho was practically tho senior
partner In tho famous old bank of
Euston, Curtis & Langham. Phllan
thi'ophlo mothers with tondunoios
toward .Exeter Hall had laid dosporato
and insidious siege to his heart, It is
on record that pretty 'nnd skittish Miss
ltoutilowor, old Sir Chrlstoplior's only
daughtor, actually bocamo u doaoonoss
and renounced tho gnyotlos of a wholo
London season, nil In hopes of suour
ing Josoph, Sho. never Jndulgod in it
sliiglo frivolity that season, expopt ono
fancy biuur to which Josoph was in
veigled. Ho attonded tho bazar, bought
many of hor knlokknacks, hut, nlasl
did not purchaso tho fair saleswoman.
I could count up n dozen oases in wliloh
ho wns nearly scoured, and thon, at tho
last moment, ho mnnagod to oscnpo tho
landing not; always, I must own, In a
perfectly decorous manner. And now
to think that Lady Olivia rianlagonet
had secured him, rather had conde
scended to seeuro him; for you must
know that tho Lady Olivia was, as It
worn, a siicolos of ganglion, or gather
ing togottiur, of tho bluest of nil bluo
blood. Sho was tho only dnttghtor of
the Duko of Dartford, and, In all con
science, his dnughtor ought to bo tolera
bly bluo blooded, especially wln.n I toll
you Hint her mother was Hon. Emilia
Buchanan Denzil, (tho Woreostcr Don-
sins, it you pieaso; not tlio leit-natuieii
Warwickshire branch.) In tho faoj of
such facts It Is ovidont that millions of
years of natural selection, carried out
on Darwinian or any other prlnolplo
you like, could nover havo produced
such a doubly-distilled azuro as tho
blood that ran in tho Lady Olivia's
voIrs I don't suppose It ran, It coursed
in a statoly way. Well, Lady Olivia
was very haughty and beautiful. Sho
had very llttlo monoy and less bra'ns.
I havo even heard conrso plebo'an folks
whispor that she was a fool; but this
was manifestly untrue, as her conduct
throughout this ticklish matter abund
antly provos. Still, for all that, 1 must
own I novor heard Lady Olivia mako
any remarks except extremely stupid
and decorous ones. Talking to her was
liko conversing with somothing botween
a statuo and a shoep. Tlio ohl Duko of
Dartford was dreadfully poor for a
Duko. Their placo down in Sumnior
sotshiro was half shut up. Ho sold his
camo. fthev do aav ho turned an hon
est ponny by his grapes and pines;) and
it became absolutely nccossary that
Lady Olivia should marry monoy.
Airs. Mountchestor says sho was des
poratoly in lovo at sovonteen with what
sho called a moro sailor I bclievo ho
was tho third son of an Admiral. Any
way, it camo to naught, nnd Lady
Olivia froze up and nau remained trozon
up ever since. She was twenty-seven
and in tho full prime of hor stately and
ralhor marmoreal beauty, when sho
doscriod Josoph Euston on the far
horizon. His ulooil. of course, was
m an v degrees less cerulean than hers.
Ho himsolf was starchy and stiff
and tiresome; but ho had monoy
and was amenable on tho question of
settlements, so thoro was a litilo pre
liminary hovering, and then came an
extremely frigid proposal. Lady Olivia
bont her stately head and nccop'tod tho
substantial banker. It was Octobor
now, and tho marriago was tixed for tlio
early spring. Once " or twico a week
Joseph called on his intended. Thoy
sat in state in tho Dartford drnwing
room in Eatonsquare. Sometimes ho
kissed her hand at parting it seemed a
matter of supremo indifference to her
whothcr ho kissed tho fan or tho hand
that hold it and thoy conversed always
in this wny. Lady Olivia is lying back
in hor chair looking very beautiful and
bored; JoVcph is seated on tho othor
sido of the fireplace.
"Olivia," says hor lovor, "wo havo
had bad news of unfortunate brother."
"I imagine nil news of him must be
bad," sho replies in her lovol accents.
"Ho is an extremely painful subject;
need wo discuss It?" "
"I think I must claim your co-opora-tlon,"
ho answers, "in preventing his
return. Ho is going from bad to
worse."
"That is immaterial," says Lady
Olivia, "so Ion 2 as ho does not return
homo. "
"His letter to-day," says Joseph,
"states that ho has squandered all his
capital and that ho is absolutely starv
ing, and has taken a berth as a farm
laborer. He seems to have associated
with tho lowest"
"Kindly spare mo any details. It is
extremely distressing. Ho is your
brotlior, unfortunately, but ho lias long
since bcon a social outcast', and, as you
aro aware, it is a most painful feature
in our future relationship. I should
prefer dropping tho subject."
From which you can sco that tho
T.n.lt, Olttrln tirnQ nrtacnuenll nmnluf imp
other high qualities, if not oxnotly of
what Carlylo calls a soft invincib lity,
still an invincibility of a very dolluito
character.
But although this oxtremolv ndminv
ble couple found Jack such a distress
ing subject and declined to discuss him
(as. in fact, si.cioty in general did,) to
mo ho was a subject of undying inter
est, and I am never so happy as whon I
am talking of him, either on the sly
with his poor old father, (when Josoph
is safely out of tho way,) or quite
openly nnd joyfully with his aunt, old
Lady Betty Pimlico, of whom moro
anon. Wasn't Jack my godson? wasn't
I responsible for half my dear lad's
sins? Ho was my dear bad lad all
through. Was thoro ever such a scapo
grace t Suroly ho was possessed by all
tho devils of mischief, frolic, riot, and
uproar. His school days wero ono long
rebellion; ho infected tho whole school";
ho was the ringlcador in all mischief.
But how the boys ailorod him and fol
lowed him! lie could wheedle round
tho sternest of masters. At last ho got
beyond all bounds. In a momont of
uttor reeklessnoss ho arranged an
infernal machine composed of a
battory of bottles of Bass, which
by an ingonious dovico was timed to
opon nro (ami aciuauy urn; upon ttio
head master in tho dead of n'gtit as ho
lay peacefully sleeping in bed. After
that thoro was nothing to do but oxpul
him. I wont to try to make pGnco, but
old Doctor Turner was Inlloxible. Tho
lad was demoralizing tho wholo school,
and ho must go. But for all that tho
doctor's eyes woro full of tears, as ho
rested his hands upan my poor lad's
shouldors and spoke his little farewell
sermon and ajvico. So ho wont homo
to his father's house lie was thou fif
teen. He had domoralizod tlio school
and ho demoralized us. Ho kissed all
tho servant girls, and they all doted on
him; ho had four pot dogs and threo
horses; ho was tho boon companion of
all tho mon servant?. I know that old
Tompkins, tlio butler, lent him fifty
nounds out of his little savings, and tho
very stable boys would havo laid down
their lives for Master Jack. Josoph
camo baok from Oxford just about then,
If posslblo moro docorous than he went.
It had been arranged for some years past
that Josoph should eutoi tho bank and
Jack tho army; so in a few years Jack
bocamo Captain Juok.
It was ono of tho lovollost sights In all
London to moot old Sir Potor ambling
along Piccadilly, arm In arm wlthhand
boiuo Jack. How tho old man doted on
him! And amid all his vices, and thoy
woro many, Jack had this one tremen
dous viituro ho always adored his
father. And now old lady Plmlioo drifts
Into this family history, and sho plays
an important' part in It.
Sho was Sir Peter's only sistor, a
widow, childless, supposed to bo
wealthy, and known to bo mean. Sho
lived In a llttlo house In Park lane; a
narrow, lean llttlo house, wedged in do
taroon two big ouos, Sho hud tho warm
est heart nnd tho charposttonguo of any
old lady I ovor camo across. Ask her
maid Joiiklnn about tho tongiio nnd
leavo Jack to vouch for tho heart. I
havo several photographs of this vonor
nblo old lady In my album. Whenever
1 entertain my friend and conversation
flags my albums are produced and I
doom my gucsH to tho social ponalty of
gazing nt and naylng something appro
printu ab.iut hosts of people thoy have
novcr known. Everybody says, direct
ly thoy sco Lady Betty's photograph,
"What an extraordinary old ladyl"
Sho wore an audacious wig, a capacious
brooch, an old brown silk dross, and
on state oceas'ons a quantity of ex
tremely dirty old lnco. Out of doors
sho Invariably woro an old fur tippet.
Shu was a valiant old soul, froo of
speech, given much to questlounblu
stones, nating shams, ami loartug no
man, and loving Jack more than any
oilier croaturo on earth. She fought
his battles, sho paid It's debts, sho out
raged nil tho properties for his Fa'o;
and when that last awful business crop
ped up and ho had to lcnvosuddonly for
Manitoba, tho old lady broko down imd
took to hur bed for somo weoks. When
she got about again sho refreshed her
self try trolling ovor to Hurley street
and havln? a battle royal with Joseph.
How ho hated her! Shu alone had tho
power to ruffle his decorum nnd to
mako his palo faco flush and his eyos
gleam.
It was Novombor. and alt tho folks
had flocked back from Scotch moors
nnd sen beach, and the season promised
to bo a brilliant one. I wont round one
afternoon to call on Sir Peter. Joseph
and his father wero sitting together hi
the dismal dining room in llnrley street.
Sir Potor was very shaky and silent, and
Josoph wns more virtuous nnd respect
able than over. Ho told mo ho was go
ing to preside nt somo philanthropic
meeting that nvoning at Exeter Hall.
Conversation flagged; wo all three
seonicd sleepy anil stupid. I did not
dare to ask about Jack. Josoph kept
rambl ng on in his smooth decorous
monotono about tho pauper lunatics
nnd discli'Ugcd prisoners, temperance
washerwomen, and all the rest ot it,
when suddenly tho servant announced
Lady l'imlico. Joseph's faco changed
and hardened, and old Sir Peter bright
ened up. My Lady entered, evidently
in high spirits, moro untidy than over.
olio giTOtcu nor oiouior wmi uiiucuuu,
me with cordiality and Joseph with pug
nacity. "I've got news," cries the old lady,
seating herself, with hor feet on the
fender and her hands on hor knees.
I saw Sir Peter's hands movo feebly
and a gleam of light pass ovor his face.
"Good news, I hope," says Josoph.
"What I call good news," snaps back
tho old woman, "and what you may
call bad news. My boy is coming
home."
In an instant I could sco tho sorrow
and grief of all those years pass from
the old man's face as ho turns to his sis
ter nnd cries: "What! whon? Oh,
Elizabeth! is it truo?"
And then, beforo sho can nnswer,
Joseph risos, palo and darkling, and
cries in a voico no longor decorous:
"Ladv l'imlico, this is your doing; you
havo striven for years to complete the
ruin of your own house. But Ioarn ono
thing, your nephew John docs not ro
turn here."
My Lady flings off her tippet and
stands to her guns. "Ho shall return
to my houso and to his father's house.
Who aro you to stand bjtw.;en my lad
and forgiveness. Listen, Potor; your
son .lack was tempted and ho fell; ho
was a rascal nnd a blackguard, I don't
dony it; but ho hai suffored and ho re
pents. Listen to what ho says in a let
ter I had only to-day. He has fallen so
low that ho works as a farm laborer;
ho hasn't a decent coat to his back nor
a decent meal to eat; ho is broken
down, body and soul. But, Potor, don't
forget he Is your son your own llcsh
and blood."
Old Sir Potor turns very white, rises
from his chair, and leans "trembling to
ward Jo-oph. "Oil, Joseph, hear what
sho says. Let him como back again."
"J.cl him como back!" bursts in this
whirlwind of a woman. "Ayo, but lie
shall como back. Are you master here,
Potor, or is Joseph?" As my Lady
waxes hot Josoph steadies down into a
deadly coolness.
"lwill answer that question for my
father," ho savs, folding his hands on
tlio table and look n straight nt tho old
lady. "My brother has ruined his own
future, but lie shall not ruin mine ho
shall not return here. Ho strovo for
years to pull down the honor of my
father's name, and I have striven for
years to baild it up. Ho suffers want,
misery and shame. Ho has sown the
wind, but ho is reaping tho whirlwind."
All the timo ho speaks my Lady is
plucking mangy tufts of fur from her
pelisse. Now she springs to her feet,
fhrill and redfaccd. "Don't quote
Scripture to mo. You respected! you
honored! you, with your smooth tongue
and your varnished faco! Asa boy you
wero a coward, as a manyou'roasncuK.
My boy sinned, but ho sinned openly.
You air your virtues in tlio public
Flrcots, but you koop your Ffunch nov
els hidden behind your library shelves."
Now, of courso, theso allusions tolm
projier book'' wero not at all nice or do
cprous, and J. novcr know whether thoy
woro chance shots of my Lady's or
based on reliable information, but I
know that 1 saw Sosoph grow palo and
wince. Ho rose wliito with passion.
"Madam," ho says, "you aro an in
solent old woman, and if you wero not
my fnthor's sistor I should"
"Go on," cries Lady Betty, tho light
ol triumph glowing on her" old faco
"go on; abuse mo as much as you like.
But not you or a hundred such shall
keep my lad from coming back."
So Josoph drives down to his bank in
dudgeon, and no soonor has ho gono
than poor ohl Lady Batty breaks down
and fairly sobs, and this absurd old
couple just run Into ennh other's arms,
and cry and laugh, and talk incessantly,
and prove themselves to bo n couple of
fools; but I think tho clerks and bank
olllolnls, with Josoph in that frame of
mind, must have had an extremely un
pleasant afternoon of it.
Tliroo months uftor tills I was again
calling at Harluy streot. Poor old Sir
Potor used always to rceolvo mo in his
study, but now, "the butler told me, ho
sat all day in tlio dining-room, whloh
commanded a lookout down tho btreet,
and there I found him, and, best of all,
I found him alone.
"Josoph Is at tho bank," said tho old
man with an unconcealed delight, "so
lot us huvu a quiet talk." So 1 drew to
tho lire, but I noticed a strange rustless
lioss about Sir Potor. Ho would break
oil' suddenly In tho middle of u sen
tence and look down tho street and
listen,
"So Juok is coming baokl" I said,
"And whon?"
"Wo don't know," ho unswoiod
"wo don't know. Ho may coino atuny
timo. I haven't told Josoph. I'm
afraid ho'll bo greatly upsot, but Juok
will stay for awhllu at his aunt's, and
things will lido ovor."
'Poor lud," 1 say sympathotloaUyi
"ho has loarnod n hlltor lesson. Do.
Ecnd upon It, Sir Peter, ho will como
a6k wiser nnd sadder." His ohl oyos
gleam nt tho very thought of his return,
nnd a boautlful smllo breaks over his
faco as ho takes out of his pockot it
miich-eruinpled and oftcn-rend lotter.
"Ho hopes to bo back by the loth, per
haps a llttlo earlier If hu have a good
passage, and now It's the Mth. I sent
lilni Tils passage monoy, but Josoph
doosn't know that."
"Novcr mind, Joseph," I cry; "ho
will marry tho Lady Olivia and you nnd
Jack will llvo togo'.hor and bo happy
ovor after." As I speak I mso tho old
woary, watchful oyos ghinco toward tho
winnow and down tno street: iroin
whoro he sits ho can look right down to
the other cud of tho road. It is ono of
tliosa dreary London days half fog,
half rain, all mist and dirt nnd misery.
Suddenly the old wrinkled faoo grows
very whitj and startled, and ho risos
nud moves to tho window. I follow him
and look down tho street, but I see no
body and nothing, oxcopt two ladles
half hidden in water-proofs, an errand
boy, and further off a struggling bog
gar, dronchod to tho skin and wending
his wny to the nearest workhouse. Sud
denly I fiJd a grip a? of Iron on my
arm, and, looking round, I sco Sir Vor
all changed nnd transformed, all his
soul looking out of his eyes, nnd beforo
I could speak ho had passed from tho
room down the hall and out at tho front
lloor, out into tho filthy, murky air
without hat or coat. Ho hurried down
the road, I following as best 1 may.
Then I hear a half crv, half sob, as if of
n great joy and longing now fulfilled,
nnd I see tho old man fling his
nrms wildly round that beg
gar man's neck nnd kiss him
on the lips again nnd again, oh! so pas
sionately! so then I pause, standing a
llttlo way off .unwilling to disturb so
sweet and sacred a joy; ihuu I go up,
and. taking both Jack's hands In mine,
1 say: "Bring him home, Jack, and
woleomo home, yourself." Ah, how
shall I ever forget what I saw in tlio
hall! Jack and I helped Sir Potor in,
feeble now, exhausted, nnd spent. Ho
sinks on tho hall scat, but holding his
son's hands tight; then Jack falls on his
knoos and hides his thin wan faco on his
father's hands, weak as any hytorical
woman. "Oh, take mo back again,
father! I know l'vo boon a bad son; I
know l'vo disgraced you nil; but l'vo
fallen so low and I have suffered so
much, and I havo rapontedl Oh, glvo
mo another chance!" As ho speaks sev
eral of tho servants run into the hall
and gather round them. Then I saw in
Sir Pctor's faco tlio most beautiful look
I over saw on any human features; I
think it must have bcon tho rollectionof
tho Divine lovo of tho Great Father of
us all. So, rising, ho stands beforo us,
tho poor lad still kneeling at his feet;
then, stooping, ho raises him tenderly,
holding him in his loving arms oh, so
closely! and says, in a clear, strong
voico: "Seo here, all of you; this is mv
pon Jack, my very own son. Ho shall
onco moro cat at my table, onco more
sleep beneath my roof."
By and by Jack and I are sitting alono
in the dining-room, and I'm notiislinmed
to own, and I know Jack wouldn't be,
that wo both broko down and cried a
little. I was a weak old man, and ho a
weak young one. Looking at h m stead
ily, I could sco how want and poverty
and hard life had ground him down.
Tho poor, wan faco was pinched and
wliito, and the bluo eyes that usod to bo
so gay and full of llfo had a hunted,
haggard look. Jack sits in tho deepen
ing London twilight and tells mo his
weary history. Debt, dishonor, gam
bling and tlio over downward career
that wo all know so well. Ho was ask
ing after his old Aunt Betty, when sud
denly there was a clatter at tho front
door, a tremendous bustle nnd scuffle
in tlio hall, and in bursts that redoubt
able lady, a whirlwind of tears, gasps,
fur, joy and inarticulato hallelujahs. In
two seconds her faithful old nrms were
round Jack's neck and tho old lady sob
bing on his breast; then sho would
hold him nt arm's longth, looking
him all over, thou with another sob
of triumphant delight fling herself into
his arms again. I really feared tho
old lady's inVnd would givo way. After
much laughing and crying sle'dollvored
herself in this fashion, one arm uiound
Jack and tho other dominating mo. I
might havo been Aldgate pump for all
sho cared.
"Hero's my boy como back praiso
God for that, ho has uomo back and
not a leg'on of Josephs nor a legion of
devils shall drive him away again. Who
cares for tlio past! To-day wo begin a
fresh chapter. Who cares for your
moraltics and your deconcies! Hang
'em all, I say. Kiss your old aunt, my
lad."
I think sometimes dear Aunt Betty is
too outspoken, but no ono thinks of
that now. Jack kissed hor ugly old
tear-stained faco, kisses her as tenderly
nnil fr,,ll.inHtr i, IF aim ivjtra 1,lu lirtilfi
and then by some strange freak the old
lady tails upon mo anil Kisses mo quite
outrageously, till Jack takes hor hand
in mino and says: "Aunt, I can't forget
tlio past, or your patienco and lovo, but
l'vo como back to redcoin It. Bo pa
tient and kind to me a little longer, as
you would to a sick man whoso fever is
leaving him.''
"Kind to you. Jack!" she cries,
mantling all over with beautiful pride
and joy. "Leavo mo alono for that.
Why, niy darling" then words fail hor,
nnd" tho eager old arms are onco moro
round him as if thoy would novor un
clasp again.
Then Sir Peter joins them, nnd I go
away happy to my own homo. This is
what happoned afterward, excellent old
Tomklns being my informant. And I
must toll you tho very, end of it all,
which is as happy as a fairy story, and
much more true. Our unproillgnl son
Joseph caino back that evening from
tlio bank in a statu of sorono decorum
quite beautiful to behold; every thing
had prospered exceedingly with him
that day. Hu had arranged tho settle
monts with the Lady Olivia, and had
kopt matters moro in his own hands
than ho had hoped to do. As ho drovo
no Hiirlov street, oven when far oil', ho
was astounded to mo unusual signs of
festivity at his father's sombro-looklng
houso. Lights gleamed in tho windows,
and the wholo plneo was transformed.
Josoph must havo guossod tho truth.
Ho stood on tho door-stop In no happy
mood. Tompkins oponod tho door, his
honest face gleaming, and bohlnd him
stood Sir Peter,
"What's the moaning of all this,
father? Havo vou gono madP"
Thon Sir Potor spoko in strong, clear
tones: "Joseph, your brotlior is como
baok; your brother and my son. Como
In and join us. Help us glvo )ilm a
woleomo."
Josoph's palo fnoo llushod, 'Is this
this tho roward of all my yuars of dutyP
As you say, hu Is my brotlior, ho Is your
son; but ho Is uinie than this; ho is a
thlof, an outcast, n swindler. Evor
since ho was barn ho has been n curse
and a disgrnco to us."
Thon Sir Potor Hushed up In a boautU
fill short-ltvod Indian summer of wrath.
"Poaeo, Josoph; no moro of this. Ho
U my bQiij hu w3 lost, tmd uow Uu is
found. I havo flung tho past behind my
back! ho Is tho very apple of my cyo. I
forbid you to cast ono word In his teeth.
If you can not live In penco with him,
you tnmt llvo clsowhcru"
After many months things settled
down, Josoph married tho Lady
Ullvla and took a Houso in l'nrK lane,
and was as happy ovor afterward as re
spoctanio peopio deserve to no, anu
steadied down nnd never sowed any
more wild oats. Ills father grow Into n
happy old man, and its long as he lived
Jneknovor married. Then Lady l'imlico
died and left htm nil her savings, and
when I last. saw my boy ho Imd rlponed
Into n king of mon, happy, rich, pros
perous and honored, the old l'glit still
dancing In his bluo eyes, nnd ho had
ovor a stalwart arm roadv for an old
man to lean noon, tmiy yesterday
Jack called at my ehnmbors, nnd in tho
carriage woro two ladles; tho younger
nnd nrott'er jumped out, nnd sho and
Jack" ran up stairs. Sitting as I was In
my easy chair, tliu two young pooplo
look a very unfair advantage of mo.
Violet sat at my feet, put her arms up
on my knees, and Jack leaned over tho
back of the chnlr, with his arms around
my neck. "Dear undo, Bob," (ho al
ways called mo uncle after ho camo
home) "guess who that lady Is."
"Woll, Jack, sho is Ladv Violet Stan
low" "Well, iidclo, Stanley is an ugly
niiino, though you mightn't think It, so
I'm going to givo her n now ono and
present you with a now niceo. Kiss
her and toll hor you lovo hor for my
sake nnd her own, too."
Before thoy go I ask Jack to koop a
llttlo corner of Tils hrart for mo to creep
into for old lovo's sake, and Jack says
ho will. 'Temple liar.
CARPET REMNANTS.
Tho Alnny Ways in Which Scriips Aro Ills
pniml OT to AilvuntUBC
"What do you do with all your
scraps?" asked a reporter of a salesman
in a carpet houso.
"Well, wo havo a great demand for
them," was the roply. "Remnants of
carpets don't go begging, by a large ma
jority. In fact, tlio demand is largely
In excess of tho supply. In the lirst
place, tho long ends of rolls in patterns
which wo do not wish to carry any moro
aro sold to tho second-hand dealers, who
pay a good prico for tlioni, say sixty or
sovcnty-livo per cent, of thoir wholesale
valuo In tho piece. They buy of all the
dealers and often find another remnant
of the same kind, which thoy add to tho
flrst and mako up a carpet large enough
for a small room, which they soil to
their customers as a 'mislit' and fre
quently get as much for as though It
was cut to nt tno room, wo oiten sou
full rolls that have bcon soiled at tlio
ends or that aro in patterns out of dnto
to tho same men, who uso thorn in tho
same wav. It is surprising what a de
mand thoir Is for mislit carpets. A
woman will pay full price for ono and
think sho has a bargain.
"Then tho smaller remnants say
from two to four yards long. If thoy
aro bright, frosh goods wo mako rugs o'f
thorn by sowing on borders and soli them
without loss. If thoy nro a little shop
worn or soilod wo sell them to tlio
loungo manufacturers, who uso them in
thoir business. A largo number of the
chenper lounges aro mado by the furni
ture men and aro nearly'all covorcd
with these pieces of carpet. Still smallor
pieces aro sold to the dealers, who pay
about twonty-iive per cent, of the orig
inal cost anil soil them as mats and rugs
for a good hundred per cent. Tho small
nuttings and scraps aro sold by tho
pound to tho hassock nnd ottoman
makers, who drive a thriving trado with
the wholesalo houses, one of which han
dles two hundred and fifty dozen has
socks a year.
"There isn't much wasto in tho carpet
business, in spite of tho trouble In,
matching pattorns, which is such a bug-
boar to the economical housowifo, who?
wonders why it takes twenty-two or
twenty-threo yards of carpet to cover a
room only nineteen or twenty yards in
area. Oil-cloth samples and remnants
aro in demand for vestibules and stove
rugs, and whon too small for those pur
poses aro bought by the carnage manu
facturers. Chicago News.
KILL THE LICE.
How llrn-IImMrn Should lie Treated Be
fore Cold Weather Sets In.
Tho lien houses must bo cleaned out
during autumn if tho hens .aro to bo
kopt through tho winter. Thoy aro fairly
alive with lico thon. No wonder tho
hens want to roost in the trees. It is
unfortuniito in some respects that moro
human beings can not bo mado to en
dure tho torturo from tlicso creeping
horrors. Thoy would bo far moro mer
ciful to their stock if their flesh could
honestly croep at tho memory of those
filthy vermin. Lumbermen, war pris
oners and others who nro forced to llvo
in llco-infcctcd places, all say that noth
ing so tends to destroy health and com
fort as lice. No moro horrible punish
ment would bo possible than to force a
man to llvo in a lousy room. Constant
torturo, sleeplessness, insanity, death
would bo tho result. What right
has a man to Inflict this dreadful pun
ishment upon the dumb animals that
aro placed in Ids charge? Ho has no
right; ho transgresses both a human
and a moral law when ho neglects to
destroy tho vormin on his cattle or turns
the hens into a lousy houso for tho win
tor. Clean out the hen-house, or else
kill every hen on tho placo beforo cold
weather sets in. Take a lioo and a
shovel and clean out ovory ounce of
manure. Take water as hot as you can
got It, and with an old broom or mop
swab out every crack and corner of the
placo. Burn up tho old nests. Spray
uoroseno into the cracks and udgos. Put
two good ooats of whitewash all ovor
tho inside. Take out tho porches, scrape
thorn off and pour koroseno along thorn.
It will pay to dig out tlio earth at tho
bottom of the house and put fresh dirt
back. Put In pure sand if you can got
it. Don't noglect this. It is a combina
tion of business and morality. You
will got morn eggs to pay for It, and
your conscience will bo lighter. Cor
Rural New Yorker.
Wanted Rows All Around,
Madam Parvonuo, who had grown
suddenly rich by an oil well spouting in
her back yard, consults mi architect !u
regard to an olognnt nnd costly rosl
denounce which slio Intends to build.
Archltcot Do you wish a rotunda In
tho house?
Madam Parvonuo Yos, I want a ro
tunda in tho house and two or three
rows of tiindas winning round tlio ottt
sldo of tho house, 1'ittsln rgh Chronicle
A oucalyptus tree fifty foot from n
well In Alaiiioda County, Cal., sont two
roots through tho Infok wall of a well
lltteun foot below tho sui'fneo, nnd com
pletely corned tho bottom with tv mat
of iibcr
AN ANACONDA.
How a IIihtc Snllnr I.nil MhiId
line
Iteptlln Olrn Up Its l'rry
An old gontlomnn from Iteming,
Mass., to whom I havo several times
bcon Indebted for a good story, says a
story-writer, has told this ono of it
young sailor (who was a boy when the
old gontlomnn was a boy), namod
Phlncas Giiornoy:
'This, Phln's llrst gllmpso of equa
torial countries, wns at an unknown
landing on tho South American coast.
Wo can Imagine how tlio sight of trop
ical luxurlanco and palms and Ulnnas
astonished his northern oyes. Tho Good
Advcnturo (his ship) lay a wcok or
moro In the cove, and ono nftcrnoon
l'hin took nrathor venturesome ramble,
following tho crooks and bends of a
small tidal river.
"As our young oxplrircr went on, the
stillness of tho place was broken by a
heavy splashing In tho stream, at somo
distance ahead, followed in a moment
or two by frightful bollowlngs, and all
tho commingled sounds of a deadly
tusslo. l'hin btood rooted to the ground,
though moro from astonishment than
fear. Then tho strange bawling nnd
splashing continuing, ho was drawn by
a gront curiosity to see what sort of a
fracas was going on and what beasts
wero fighting, llunning toward tho
noise, ho camo out near a great saunia-ltia-trcc,
with long, drooping branches,
which grew partly in the wnter, and saw
a 'horned creature,' us ho described It,
plunging to and fro, with the 'biggest
snake tlicro over was in tlio world.'
hanging hold of tho animal's nose, and
rolling nnd tumbling Itself In great
glossy folds on tho ground!
".Never linu j'hin seen nor heard or
such a snako as that before! Ho de
clared that it was 'more than forty foot
long,' and as 'big round as tlio 'brig's
foremast,' and that it was hitched way
nn to a limb of tho treo'bv its tail.' Ho
says of it that it was a 'yallcr snako 1
with black spots all along its back and
sides,' but that its belly was skim-milk
color; also that its head was yellow and
black; and that Its eyes were 'bulged out
liko two chiny sassors,' and 'were green
as frog spit.' except in tho middle,
whoro thoy looked liko bright brass.
"Back and forth plunged the bullock,
bellowing loudly in its fright and dis
tress; but when onco tlicso water boas
get a grip with thoir strong, retrovertcd
tcoth, it is next to impossible for an an
imal to break away from them. At
length, tho boa got ono hugo fold over
tho bullock's rump, and throw its hind
legs from under its body. Very short
ly now it would havo mastered tho
steer if Phin had not had a wrong to
right. From tho outset, our young
sailor's sympathies had been with tho
'horned creature.'
"To seo neat stock used in that way
by an ugly monster of a snako went
against J'liin's gram, anil at tins junc
ture ho dashed in with his cccfoitand
began to hammer tho snnko's head with
alibis might. Tlio chcctoolth was as
heavy as a sledge, and Phln had a sturdy
arm of his own, yet his tirst blows
scorned not to produce tho slightest ef
fect upon tho intent monster. But sud
denly it relaxed its hold, and with a
singlo convulsivo roll of its coils, flung
itself far back under tho rco. Tho steer,
thus left free, struggled to its foot, shook
its horns and
canes.
staggered oil' through tho
"Phln was determined to finish tlio
lifo of the boa, but a poisonous effluvia
from its body filled tlio air, and mado
him so sick that he left tho reptile to its
uncertain fate." Youth's Companion.
ERUPTIVE DISEASE.
'Affliction Which Are In Reality Meanings
' in DIkkuIko.
As prefatory, I will remark that tho
true difficulty is back, bohlnd what wo
are accustomed to call the disease which
may bo regarded as tho index of the de
rangomont of tho system, tlio ovidenco
of internal obstructions or of general
impurity. Indeed, what wo call dis
ease is but a symptom, .ovidenco of a de
praved stato of tho body, the outward
manifestations of rccupcrativo efforts,
or a manifestation of tho cnrativo ef
forts of nature, for tho removal of in
ternal derangement, tho ejection or dis
posal of tho impurities of tho bod-. It
is claimed that all of the efforts of na
ture are of a merciful character, all in
the line of euro or improvement, though,
from adverse circumstances or tlio eon-
fusion produced by the interforenco and
opposition of attendants, failures often
occur. Theso principles aro woll illus
trated by the usual eruptivo diseases,
connected with which tlicro is moro or
.less of the discharge of effete, putrid
and poisonous matters. I in
clude what aro usually regarded as
tho diseases of the young, as
measles, chicken-pox, small-pox and
the liko, though this last is as often
known among adults. I claim, there
fore, that all hiich as tlio measles, scar
latina, ohicken-pox and rashes, gener
ally, nro renovating stops in tlio devel
opment of tho joung, that all purify,
naturally, as tho eruptions aro attended
by oll'cto matters, moro or lcssrisible.
1 also claim that all discharges from
sores, cancers not excepted, aro but tho
results of naturo's ellbrts at purifica
tion, just to tills extent prolonging life,
oven when the case proves fatal. Tho
fact that the escaping matters often
provo excoriating, producing sores or
irritations wherever they touch tlio
skin, will illustrate their putrid and
poisonous character.
llie body becomes impure, in an ab
normal slate, from eating impure food,
as that of vory "tender" meats when
mado so, as it often is, by semi-put re
faction, from ago; or from eating ho
much that all can not bo digostod, pu
trefying in tlio stomach or in tlio bow
els; from failing to breathe sutlieicntly
of pure 'air, or breathing pestiferous air
nnd foul vnpois; but tho inactivity of
thosk'n, the pores being so closed 'that
the efl'oto matters can not oscnpo; and
for a gonoral want of cleanliness. In
'this condition, naturo always seeking
oloanlinoss attompts a purification,
through somo of tho outlets, acting like
tho sowors of tlio city, in tho failure ol
which, the skin is put "under eontribu-.
tion," tho natural escape for most of
this Impurity being through the poros.
This Is sought through eruptive dis
eases, soros, abscesses and ovon ennoers,
tho dlsohiirges from which provo u
blessing, all that is thrown off being
just so much eliminated, so much
poison thrown out of tho body, lust ta
that extent diminishing the occasion for
dlsoaso. Ihoru is no house, vo phil
osophy. In tho popular idoa. In. the past
or among tho Ignorant, that "sores run
the llfo away," as only Mitvid mutters
escape, a 1'utontion of whioh, as wo Imvo
seen, causes "blood-poisoning." A
Diiddcn retention of this poison will al
ways produce more or liBs commotion
In tho system, If not ijcath, In oxtromu
cases. Jt is always safe to promote
Blioll discharges. Ilivvlmr Hu nln:lli armi'l
J)r, J 11, llan'tford, in Va'.chuwi,
FIGHTING
PITH AND POINT
Do not !) discouraged because yon
discover that you nro not a man of
genius. An omlnont selontlst declares
that gcnlu3 Is nformofopllopsy. Texas
Sifting).
It is only tho abstract mothor-ln-law
who Is Joked about. Tho concrete
llcsh-and-blood mothor-in-law Isn't a
matter for jesting or any sort of trifling
with. Uonton Record.,
"Only twenty?" "Yes," sho ex
plained. "Goorgo mnilo mo promise
when wo were married that I would
novor change. 1 was twenty thon, and I
mean to keep my promise "AT. Y.
Telegram.
"I hnto that man!" oxclalmod Mrs.
Ilinioreea. "I'd liko to mako h's llfo,
miserable!" "Toll you what," said her,
husband warmly, "I'll send tho villain.
nn Invitation to your muslcalc. We'll'
torturo him!" Iturdcttc.
An American millionaire, who was
looking nt a level tract of land which ho
had just bought at an oxtravagant price,
said 'to the agent who had sold it to him:
"l do ndmlro n rich green flat." "So
do I," significantly replied tho agent.
N. Y. 1'oHt.
j Minks Yes, I nm feeling misor-
ably, nnd I really can't afford to
'doctor. Winks Why don't yc
to hire a
ou try
,mvi)bn? It's founded on the dlrce-
'tions alwavs given bv doctors. Minks
Eli! What'is that? Winks I do evory-
.tlnng I don't want to. Omaha World.
Sho James, do you know vou put
tliroo buttons on tho plate in church to
day? Ho Yes, 1 knew what I wai
about. She James, perhaps you don't
Iknow that I bought thoso buttons yes
terday for my now dress and paid fifty
cents apicco for them. Wilmington
Slar.
"My dear," said a Concord lady to
:hcr husband, "If you do not mako
ihasto we shall bo late to tho School of
'Philoso'phy. Aren't you nearly ready?"
'I will be ready," replied tho husband.
,who is not much of a philosopher, "just
as soon as I can find my chestnut bell."
"Why don't you bring your friend
around to tho houso, Mr. Fcathcrly?"'
inquired Bobby, as that young man
seated himself 'in tho parlor. "Ihavea
good many friends, Bobby." replied
Fcathcrly, indulgently. "Which friend
do vou mean?" "John Barloycorn.
Pa says you aro a great friend of his."
N. Y. Sun.
Baglcy Going fishing to-day? Dot
Baggs No, sir. Too much business to
attend to. "Very well, I'll think of
you when I'm sitting on the shady bank
hauling in the two-pound beauties."
"That's right, do. And when you stop
at the market on tho way home, just
buy mo a string, too. That's a good
fellow." Philadelphia Call.
Bobby was awake when his mother
camo homo from tho party at midnight.
"Did you say your prayers to nurse,
Bobby." she asked, "ooforo you went
to bed?" "No. mamma, I forgot it-'
"Well, you had better come and say them
to mo now." "What," said Bobby, ta
drowsy astonishment, "does God stay
up all night?" Chicago Journal.
THE RETURNING BALL.
A, Peddler Who Invented a Tor Which
Netted lllm Small Fortune,
' For a good many years, summer anil
winter, rain or shine, John Burke, &
stalwart Irishman, peddled goods
.through the city of Brooklyn, from Red
jllook to Greenpoint, and from Fulton
iFerry to East Now York. He was:
iknown by all tho children in the dis
tricts which lie visited. Ho liked to sco
ia good-looking girl, and ho married
ithreo times.
Cathorino Burko was his third wife,
and he married her because she had
been in his employ during the lifetime
lof wife No. 2. Catharine was ambitious,
land she induced John to make an effort
ito riso in the world. He engaged in
'the business ot a fakir and went about
'with a little platform, from which ho
harangued his audiences,, under his arm,
and with a little coal-oil lamp stuck on
a long pole, which served to-illuminate
:tho surroundings.
John tramped through the States of
Now York, Now Jersey, Pennsylvania,
Connoct'cut and Massachusetts anil
Imadu money. Whon he stood on his
stand near tho village tavern a crowd
soon gathered about him, his oil lamp
.and his little rostrum. His talk to tho
rural public was full of tho native wit
Of an Irishman, and he always got his
ihearers into good humor with hissallie.sj
and small talk before exposing his
.wares to tiioir wondering gaze. John
had a mind with an inventive turn and)
'turned it to good account. Ho mado
jname for himself by inventing what is
(known as tho returning ball, a rubbcrj
globe attached to a rubber btring, tint!
'cleared 80,000.
Then tho Burko family rose from its,
obscurity nnd looked down from its)
fimincini height upon it admiring'
neighbors. .John Burko and his wlfcj
gave splendid entertainments to thoir
particular friends, at which tho punclt
bowl was frequently emptied, and many
a rcol was reeled mid many a jig was
jigged. John's particular friend
helped him to got away with a largo
part of Iiis wealth. What ho had left
ho invested in a big tenement houso in
York street with a mortgage of 8U,
000. In September, last year, Cath
arino Burko got a decree of' separation
from her husband on tlio ground of
cruol and inhuman treatment. Brook
lyn Times.
HOW IT IS WORKED.
Tlin lilt UlamnndH Which lllnzo on Hotel
ClerhK' Shirt 1'rontn.
"People get off a great many vary
ancient jokes about tho big diamondtt
worn by hotel ctcrks," remarked a.
salesman nt the Hotel Anderson, last
night, "and as result most persons
have gotton the idea into their heads
that those samo diamonds are nothing
but chunks of paste."
"Do you wisli tho great reading public-to
infer-that thoy aro anything oUo?"
"I do just that. Most of tho diamonds
worn by hotol clerks aro genuine. Only
ltit wcok, while I was at Atlantic City,
1 saw a. liotul clork from whosodireast
ono of the largest and purest diamonds
1 oversaw glittered. But. of courso, ho
didn't pay for it, and to toll thatruth It
didn't belong to him.
' "It didn't belong to him?"
"No, mj dear boy, itdldn'U Ho was.
wearing it for nn advertisement. A.
groat many jowolry firms advortiso thoir
goods In just that way. Almost tiny
watering plueo you mav g to you will
suo tho hotel chirks blazing with dia
monds that will mako your oyes bill go
out. It's a good dodge for tho jewolor,
and It pleases the olork."
"Hut now is tno jewoior ixmeutciif"
"Woll, it doesn't cost any thing to lot
a clerk wear a diamond a few months,
mid during that time rich visitors aro
sure to inquire nbout tho' stone, ask
whoro it was purchased, and so ou, Tho
clerk, of pouro tolls wliat houso it camo
from, recommends tho visitor to go
there, and often givos him a card of in
troduction to the proprietor, Soor"
l'ittibunih Vinputch
