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Kiss He Good Night.
The shadows steal the purple light away,
Tito winds breatho softly lo the dying day,
And darkness hastens o'er us silently,
Go to your rest, and sweet your dreams shall be ;
Kiss me good night.
At coming day your smile to me shall be,
As rays of sunshine on a storm-swept sea,
And if my wateh be starless, touched with tears,
Joy born oTpain, shall rise when day appears;
Kiss me good night.
My soul, though tired, is stronger than your own,
Your couch is spread, and I would be alone,
I'll press the grapes though I may win no wine,
For one comes shadow, for another shine;
Kiss me good night.
j-lncl it is well, at least :0 I a n told,
One wins a crown of laurels, one of gold,
slnolhor thorns, and so the world moves on,
We will wear roses when the day shall dawn;
Kiss me good night.
Love Story.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.
"I don't believe in love in a cottage,"
said Kate Mayo, looking defiantly round.
"J, for one, mean to worry rich !"
"Oh, Kate !" cried Helen Dewcy re
proachfully.
Miss Muyo shook the tiny golden ring
let.', that hung like spirals of sumhine
over her pretty forehead, while a mis
chievous sparkle earnc into her blue eye?;
.she rather scorn :d to enjoy the consterna
tion she had created.
"Well," said Kate May?, "I mean it.
Who wauls to be a drudge, in an ill
fitting calico dress and last year's slyle
of bonnet, just because some idiotic yo tug
man asks you to be his wife? My taste
is for thrcad-laco'shawls and moire uu
licpucs, and bonnets that look as it they
had flouted across the sea on a Parisian
ftophyr ! Moreover I have a fancy for
brosvu etono.houacs und chocol&te-cdlorcd
coupes, and a box at the opera, and a
French maid. Oh, I tell you, girls, 1
mean to marry rich !"
Kate Mayo spoke as if fate were tit
her own command, as if she were crown
ed queen of her-destiny. And she was,
in so far ns wit and beauty and a certain
royalty of self-possession may constitute
the sceptre of one's own existence. Tall
and gracefully formed us a Greek statue,
her lo\clincss took you as it were by
.storm. She was fair ns tho waxen leaf of
a white rope, pure, straight feat arcs,checks
just tinted with the faint delicate pink
that conies nnd goes like a fleeting
shadow, und a little ripe mouth that mado
one tliink of the crimson sugar hearts
little children delight in. And Kate had
been pent up from tho old Mayo farm to
.??oo what a winter in New York would do
for her in the way of a life establish
ment; anil Kate had sonic very decided
ideas of her own upon the nll-impoi tanl
subject.
"My dear," said Aunt Dewcy solemnly,
"all this sounds very mercenary !"
"I can't help it, aunt," was Kale's re
joinder. "I tint mercenary."
"At your age, Kale?"
"What difference docs ago make, I
wonder.?,*'said the beauty, with a petulant
shrug of her shoulders. I'm going in for
diamonds and a tour in Europe. Senti
ment, is very well in a novel, but in real
life it don't work."
And Aunt Dewcy's face of horror only
made Kate Mayo laugh.
Miss Mayo was decidedly a "success"
in the brilliant circles of metropolitan
society that winter. Jt was not entirely
her faultless beauty, nor her quick readi
ness of repartee, nor yet the. bewitching
confidence with which she seemed lotaka
tho world's fnuor for granted, but a mix
ture and mingling of all three?a some
thing which could hardly be expressed,
save by tho word "fascination." But
notwithstanding her triumphs, Kate Mayo
had, as yet, mado no election in life.
"My dear," said Aunt Dewcy solemn
ly, "what was the reason you refused
Harry Tel ham?"
"The reason? Why, aunt, he's a cus
tomhouse clerk, as poor as Job's cat."
"Kate! what a very inelegant com
parison!"
''As a church mouse, then, ma'am, ifj
you like that better." c|
"Mr. Ryer8on, then?" pursued MrsJ
Dewey.
"I've no idea of coming to the poor
house before my time."
"Mr. Ryerson is well off, I'm sure."
"The positivo degree won't suit mc,
aunt; I must have the superlative!"
"Kate, you will die an old maid yet 1"
"Better an old.maid, aunt, than a care
-l. ?i ,i ...:c? ??
Aunt D?wey shook, her head.
"Kate! Kate! there is such a thing as
going through the woods and picking up'
a crooked stick. "What do you value,
yourself at.'prny?''
"A hundred thousand dollars at least,
aunt, nnd from that up to half a million lj
laughed Kate, as she put the last rose
into the vase of flowers she was arrang
irrgi
"Where will you get such a price as
that?"
"Not in society just now, to be sure,
aunt, but its representative Avill be here
yet."
"Whom do you mean ?"
"1 mean Mr. Emmett."
Aunt Dcwey .sat down with uplifted
hand and eyes.
"What! the millionaire of St. Augus
tine's Place ?"
"Yes, aunt."
"But he id in Europe."
"N'importe?he is coming home soon."
"You have never seen him ?"
"I dare say I shall sec him."
"Kate, you arc crazy 1"
"No, I'm not, aunt; you yourself will
own it when you see me Mrs. Emmett!"
The audacity of the girl fairly bewil
dered her sage relative; it was as if a lit
tle French grisetto had aspired to share
the august throne of the Napoleons !
"Well, I never did!" gasped Mrs.
Dcwey.
"But that's no sign you nevar will,
aunt," said Kate. Evidently the mis
chievous elf enjoyod the old lady's sore
perplexity.
"But, Kate," suggested little Helen,
who had sat by demurely listening, "sup
pose you fall iu love with somebody else?"
"Me fall in love!" said Kate, with a
merry, mocking laugh. "Rest assured,
Helen, I shall never commit any such ab
surd piecoof folly as that? Haven't I told
you forty thousand times that I intend
only to many for money ? It may sound
a little conceited, but I do consider my
self a jewel, and I want a choice setting
?a bird that will sing only iu a gilded
cage! Helen, you shnll be my bride's
maid when I marry Lawrence Emmett!"
Things were at this interesting junc
ture when, one delicious moonlight even
ing, Miss Mayo went up to the Central
Park to skate, and came back under
convoy of a tall handsome young man
who had been introduced to her there.
"Did you say his name was St. .lohn ?"
asked curious Helen, when the a rIi r
snrvente had gone. "Oh, Kate, how hand
sonic bo is!"
Nothing of the kind," said Kate tartly,
"only rather pleasant looking."
"But who is he, Kate V"
"Oh, I don't know; a clerk in some bank,
I believe."
"Poor fellow!" said Felon reflectively.
"What do you say that for?" asked
Kate, suddenly turning round upon her
cousin.
"Because, Kale, if ho *s poor and ob
scure, and has como within the magic
j circle of your fascinations?"
j "Nonsense 1" said Kate almost angrily.
"Do you suppose every man I look at
must of necessity fall in love with mc?
I think you are it goose, Helen Dewey."
Little. Helen looked amazed ; this was
rather an unexpected mood on Kate's
part.
As the bright winter days went, by,
Kate changed more and more. Some
times she was strangely soft and lovable ;
sometimes capricious, and given to sud
den gust.s of tears, like April showers,
succeeded by brief sunshine.
"Kate," said Mrs. Dewey, coming one
evening into the room where Kate sat,
gazing out into the twilight, "have you
thought about your dress to-morrow
evening?"
"To-morrow evening!"
Yes; at Mrs. Allaire's. Don't you
SSmember ? Mr. Emmet is to be there?
' u'ur rich husband."
Aunt Dcwoy spoko almost jocosely ?
Ignhad come to look upon Kate's "castle
IEspagnc" as an actual reality.
pTes," "I remember."
'Ho saw you at tho opera last night,
l nsked who you were ?"
Il^hodid?"
jMr. Emmett."
Kate looked up with a momentary in
^"Did bo ? Then perhaps I wear blue
with the Roman pearls and blue
?lets in my hair."
. . Kate looked lovely as Venus of old
?i-.hat same blue dress with the Roman
MPrls, and Mr. Emmctl, a stout, short
t&n, with a very ruddy face and glassy
||sie eyes, evidently appreciated it all.
ra&Oh, Kate !" cried Helen gleefully, ns
itA'y were rolling homeward in their car
r^gc, "all the girls arc envying you.
Mr, Emmctt is certainly in love with
file's a clumsy old clown, old enough
tljbe my grandfather!" said the ungratc
*{'Rut be 's so rich," pleaded Helen.
?$*Ycs," said Kate, "he is rich."
'vjAnd that was all that was said.
?aSlvate," said Mrs. Dewcy one morn
irk-, coming in with a sort of triumphal
ul*. "I've got a grand piece of news for
And I'vo got one for you, Aunt;.-,"
;. Kate, looking up with eyes that
w~e unwnntedly tear-wet.
:,^Ir. Emmett has called to see. me.
Hi'requests the privilege of paying bis
adViesses formally to you."
VTell him he can't have any such pri
vi^ge."
Kate !"
il'm in earnest, aunt. Lawrence St,
.7?jjj|lms. asked me to be his wife, and I
h'avo~8altP?Yes!;'
"Lawrence ?St. John?a clerk in a
m
bank, at a salary of fifteen hundred a
year f
"We can live on fifteen hundred a
year, aunt, and Lawrence is the dearest
fellow that ever breathed. As for being
a clerk in the bank, I don't care if he
was a street sleeper!"
"Rut, Kate, I thought you were so
bent on marrying rich."
"Oh, aunt, don't remind me of that!
I have been a silly goose, but I have
learned my own folly."
"And do you mean to say you will re
ject Mr. Emmett, a man .worth a million
of dollars at the very least, in favor of
this young St. John?"
"Yes, aunt. 1 love Mr. St. John."
And in tho last words, spoken v?rj
quietly, Aunt Dcwoy learue.il the folly
of further remonstrance. Miss Mayo,
with an inconsistency which is not un
usual in girls of eighteen, had decided to
set all her previous declarations totally
at defiance. Sim had laughed at I^ovc
all her days. Love was having his re
venge at last.
Rut Mr. Emmctt was not be put off
thus. He insisted on a personal inter
view, not satislied unless be learned his
fate from Miss Mayo's own rose-bud lips.
"So you won't have me?" he said
brusquely.
"I'm very much obliged to you, sir,'
said Kate, falteringly, "but?I would
rather not."
"Like another fallow better, eh?"
"Yes, sir.'
"St. John, oh? penniless chap, with
nothing on earth but a hundsome fncol"
"You are wrong, sir," said Kate, firing
up. "Ho has a noble naturo and a loyal
soul."
"All humbug!'' quietly commented
Mr. Emmett. "However, do as you like,
"I've nothing to say. Only I thought
you wanted to marry rich I"
Kalo colored scarlet?the old folly
coming back to taunt her.
"We shall bo rich sir," sho said softly
?"rich in our own love and mutual con
fidence."
"I suppose, now," said the ruddy-faced
old gentlemnn, "you would not believe
me if I told you you were going to be
Mrs. Lawrence Emmett after all."
"No, sir; I should not, most certainly."
"It's the solemn truth, notwi hstnnd
ing. Lawrence Emmett will be your hus
band.
Kate looked at Mr. Emmett?was he
going crazy?
"He is telling you the truth, Kate,"
said a gentle voice behind her, nnd she
turned to feel her bund in the clasp of|
Mr. St. John. "When you are my wL'e,
you will be the wife of Lawrence St.
John Emmett.''
"And my daughter-in-law," chuckled
the old gentleman gleefully. "Kate,
Kate, we've been too much for you, you
little fortune-hunter. You've promised
to marry a bai k clerk, just because you
fell in love with him, and you'll marry
Mr. Emmett the millionaire, after all!"
Yes, Kate Mayo had been outgeneral
ed. The stratagem by which Lawrence
Emmett had won her disinterested love
had succeeded, and the little wayward,
capricious bird had folded its wings with
in the gilded cage, in spite of fate !
Kate kept her word, and Helen De
wey was bride's maid to Mrs. Lawrence
Emmett after all.
The Hard Lesson.
Why, my dear brother, what arc these
books all doing ou the floor V" asked
Alico Vcruon.
"Doing w hat I want them to do," was
the sullen reply. "If I could, I'd fling
them to the world's end."
"Why, what is the matter, Walter?"
"Matter enough! Here, Will is ex
cused long ago, and I've got to sit here
all day?yes, and all night too, I suppose;
and I doht care if I do, cither, they're
such bard lessons."
"Come, come, Walter; affairs cannot be
as bad as you think. Perhaps I can as
sist you. Which lesson shall we take |
first ?" I
"There's plenty to choose from, I'm
^tir^ihiit T JMiliovp niy f rn.nWlw|tJpnr is tHfl
j worst. I flung that ovcrfin my port
folio, in hopes that I'd never find it
again."
'Well, pick up your books and papers,
brother, and we'll sec what can be done.
Come!"
"Ob, it's of no use," groaned Walter;
"T can't got them; at any rate, Will is off
riding before this time. Father said wc
should be ready to go at three o'clock,
and it is after four now."
"But you will never succeed with your
studies, brother, if you give up so easily."
"Oh, yes, Alice, it is very easy to talk,
when you haven't a cross teacher to scold
you every day; but I know-"
"Well, I lenow, too," said his sister
smiling. "Come, got your pencil; now
commence."
"I feel like saying I won't; but I can't
to you, Alice." And despite his stub
born feelings he was soon busily at work.
One difficulty after another was sur
mounted, till, at last, but one lesson re
mained to be learned.
' Shall I explain this now, brother?"
' No, thank you, Alice; the slate and
perse veiancc will give me all the. help I
need; sol slitill get on first rate with that."
"Very well, then, I will leave you
I now."
"1 have got them every one, sister
Alice," said Walter, that evening, sis he
came in from his sports.
"1 knew you could, if you only tried.'
"1 couldn't, though, if you had not
helped mc. 1 did not get my ride, but
I've had some grand sport with Frank
Glai k, for all that."
"And did you have a very happy time?']
asked Ids sister in a serious tone.
* Why, yes- -middling. But o toll tho
truth, 1 could not help thinking how sul
len I was when you wanted to help me."
"Well, brother, think over that seri
ously to-night when you go 10 your own
room. If you do, it may spare you many
an hour of deeper sorrow. And remem
ber, 'ho that is slow to anger is better
than tho mighty; and he that rulcth his
spirit than he that takcth a city.' "
Eyes and no Eyes.
You have all read tho story in the
school readers, of tho two boys who went
I over the same route, one with his eyes
open, the other with them shut It i?
old, but worth repeating, and worth re
membering every day. 80 many things
slip by us, so many things worth know
go on right under our eyes without being
noticed.
I knew a man, I think I may have
told you of him before, a busy man, who
had very little time for reading or study,
bat ^vhose mind was a perfect storehouse
of information. on almost overy subject. ??'
"How does it happen that you know
so much more than the rest of us ?" I
asked him one day.
"Oh," said he, "I never had time to??*1
lay in a regular stock of learning, so I
save all the bits that come in my way,
and they count up a good I deal in the
course of the year."
"That boy," said a gentleman, "always
seems to be on the lookout for something
to see." ...., fcjjj <$w.j ?ft'?
So he was; and while waiting in a news*
paper office for a package, he lcarncd.by
using his eyes, how a mailing m%cbiqe.TO
was operated. While he waited at the
florist's he saw the man. setting a great
box of cuttings, ami learned, by the use
of his c}-cs, what he never would havo
guessed, that slips* routed best in. nearly
pure sand. ; *'?i5> <a ?i fc? dit*'
"This is lapis lazuli," said the jeweler
to his customers, "and this is chrosoprase."
And the w idc-nwake errand boy turned
around from tho door to take ,y sharp
look,so that in future he knew just how
those two precious stones I coked. Is one
day, he learned of the barber what be
came of the hair clippings; of the car
penter, how to drive a nail so as not to
split the wood; of tho shoemaker, how
the different surfaces of fancy leather arc
made; of the locust, that his mouth wj s
of no use to him in singing, and many
other bits and fragments of knowledge,
but all of them worth saving, to help in
crease his stock in trade.?Little-Cor"-'
iPPffltiwm mm 111 . ij ^rj^-,na|g|l^^iM,l,-i,^i-,i i, ,
DnATn andBukial of a Mucn Tra
veled Doo.?On Saturday, Napoleon,
John Wilson's old circus dog, died in this
city, at the advanced age of twenty-three.
Dogs die daily that deserve no particular
mention, but Napoleon r.terits as fair a
share of honorable reference as any dog
that ever lived or died in this city. Quo
j fact alone will prove it. He accomplished
in his lifetime more than thousands of
men do in theirs; he saved three persons
from drowning at the risk of, losing his
own life. Napoloon knew all about the
circus, and was never better pleased than,
when witnesssng or participating in the
sports of the sawdust arena. When he
reached the yearn of doghnod he became"
subject to fits, resulting from precipita
tion of blood to his overwrougfcr braiii.
Hc became his own physician, and in
stead of resorting, as men similarly afflict
ed sometimes do, to stimulating drinks,
which aggravate their malady, h~o tried'
water. Whenever he felt un attaek conn
ing on, Napoleon would start for a bucketf
ul* water or a trough, pbingc bis head into*
the water and bold it there ad long as ho
could hold his breath. Thisgeneially had?
the cirect which he desired. As age ad
vanced he becanio denf flfw blind, and*
bis limbs were, stiff* and alm<*it> ttsiless.
Tho last attack killed him. Napoleon wan
a "traveled" ?log. He came to* thiscUyv
from New Orleans when but a youth, and
soon engaged with Wilson' Circus. With
that he visited nearly every county and!
town in the State and on the coast. Ho
also visited Australia and China, and be
came a favorite of men wherever he wont>
for he was honest and true. Yesterday,
Napoleon was buried on a hill at tl.v
corner of Maxwell and Sacramento stroettv
in the presence of a very large company
of men who hnd known and rcspcete-ri
him. A gentleman read a sketch of hi*
life, and when they all went away, fwsb.
(lowers and wreaths lay on old Napoleon'?,
grave.?San 1< raafinco, Cal, Bullo*v?r
April 80th.
A lady writer says if women were :\i
pnrticutar in choosing a virtuous buskin 1
as men are in selecting a virtmnts wife,a
moral reformation would soon begin,,
which would bo poinetbiny mofo than*
froth and foam.

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