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C. D. BLUME, Artist, has opened a Gall dry
where'.he is prepared to take
Ina few minutes at the lowest possible rales.
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' Hiram Ulysses.
AIR?tDeau Father, Comb Home.
O Jiirara. TJlyBfics, conic back to your dad,
For the clock in the stcciilo strikes two,
San Domingo's "gone up" and tho Dents havo
' gono mad, ?
And .they swear it's all over with you.
Philadelphia Conventions can help you no
Tlie Methodist Conference'won't pray ;
There's tho ugliest news from tho Ohio shore.
And in short?there's the dickens to pay!
Come home, come !??>"**>, come hornet
Sweet Hiram Ulysses, c mie home 1
Don .Hamilton Queer Fisll is floundering out,
Of the muddy old treaty he made,
While your half-witted Frederick goes pranc
ing about, ?
In Europe, witli fearful parade,
Ben Ihttler is cocking his eyes on your spoons;
Tom jlfurphy lies out in the cold;
Your bands have stopped playing their cus^
to"hi house tunes,
And * fear me, sweet 1T\ram, you're "sold."
There's a horse in this circus for you and
'Tis the horse tint you rode in the South.
The monkey stands ready to icap on your Jjack
And there's whiskey to put in your mouth.
So //Irani, dear J/iram, don't feel very bad,
ll'lion you hear that my tidings are true,
You ore better at home with cigars and your
* FW trie people arc tired of von !
BY AMY RANDOLPH.
"Is t.hn< really you, tfcruld?niingsliy?
Just come in time, old fellow; I'm going
down to Riker's Glen, fishing. Jones says
there are some magnificent truut hiding
away under the roots of *iho3C old cedars.
Come?it'sf just oi;e of,those sultry, sun
less daysT fclnM, we fhall he mug of a bite!'*
Gerald Silltrigsoy,a tull, symmetrically
made voting fellow, with brilliant hazel
brown eyes and clustering dark lings of
hair, looked with a soi l of patronizing tol
eration upon young Charley Wnyto, as
he stood on the piazza steps, rejoicing in
a bfdad brimmed hat and a redundancy
of pateiii fishing-tackle.
"Not to-day, Charle}*; it's too warnt.
Is ycttr sister at home?"
"My sister!" Wnylc's voice expressed
the most unmitigated scorn. What were
all the sisters in creation, compared with
a day in Riker's Glen and a full basket
of gleaming, gold-spotted trout ? "Yes?
Mabel's in the sitting-room, I believe ;
and there's a lot of girls with her. Fool
ish things, all of'cm?can't make either
head or tail of their talk. Come, old
fellow?you tan take your pole along,
and I've got tackle for both !"
? Rut Sillingsby still resisted the tempt
ing offer, and Charley Wayto went whit
ling down the graveled v.ulk, mentally
deciding that '\Silingsby was getting to
bean awful muff about Mabel."
f'o?T Gerald?he had better have ac
cented Charley's eager invitation, and
busied himself in the dense'shadows of
the deep ravine called Hiker's Glen! For
sometimes it is bettor to be absent than
Miss Mabel Wayto fiat demurely
among her young friends, engaged in an
olaborate piece of worsted work, and ap
parently a great deal too busy to notice
such a com more jbi ace thing as a young
mani save by the merest inclination of
hef head. She had played with the ball
of Gerald Sillingsby's heart so long that
when it came rolling to her feet, it vfas
the most natural thing in the world to
take no notice of it. Was ho, then, a
fool, to place it so utterly at her capri
cious mercy ? I am not so certain ofthat.
You could no more have helped falling
in love with Mabel Waytc than he, bad
you once been exposed to the wondrous
witchery of her melting eyes, the charm
of her delicious blushes and lingering, low
dropped' words. There was something
mesmeric about this slender,- dark-orbed
beauty that made inert lio-w down at her
coming like the Eastern worshippers of
the Bun?a something, which -women mar
velled at, and could not understand.1
ITeHiuir was black as night, with a pur
plish shine upon the ripples that were
gathered low in her neck; her skin was
dark, with a tender peacliy-blopm upon
cither cheek, and lips as a dead-ripe nec
tarine?and her eyes, halfiqoncealed bf
the natural droop of their heavy, white
lids, wero full of hidden, glimeriug light,
such as you sometimes see in deep, trans
lucent pools, half overgrown by water
lilies aitd tangled rushes. Minnie Aub
ray had at one time horrified her com
panions by declaring that MabeJ
Wayte's eyes were like the sleepy orbs 6*f
tho beautiful, cruel Bengal tiger they
had seen in the menagerie' once ? Mabel
had laughed, but she had visibly shud
dered too. And perhaps.there was some
Gerald Silingsby thought those frivolo is;
girls Would neverfgb\ They stayed to
lorich?one of those dainty lunches that
Miss Wayte's house-keeper knew so well
how to get up?chocolate frothing in its
tiny cups, biscuit-sahd-wiches, and pound
cake, cut in thin, golden slices, with
china saucers of cream, hca'ped* high
with great, scarlet strawberries, whoso
fragrance filled the room. Mabel was a
little epicure in everything?an artist in
the merest details of cvery-day life. And
after, lunch Gerald was pressed into the
service to read pcfetry to them, sufficient-'
ly capacious to sil6nce them effedtually,
until he wished Ifj-'fon and all the rest at
the bottom of the Red Sea, or any other
body of water.
But who ever knew the course of true
love to run according to rule and plum
Finally they scattered away, one byj
nnr, and 0?ra!(l and Matat-'WeYe"aloifMr
together in the room, where golden bars
of sunset-light played fitfully on the mat
ting, .and the wet leaves of the ivy with
out, shook bright showers down* at etery
Stir of the wind. For there had been a
magnificent thunderstorm, with driving
sheets of rain ttti? sudden gusts of wind
and fiery arrows'cleaving the purple-black
heavens, and much pretty terror among
the assembled guests ?except Mabel
M.ihel never was afraid of thunder.
Alone together'. The moment lind
come to which Gerald had feverishly
looked forward all day, and now, how
unsatisfactory it was. Had ever fever a
more capricious, provoking, littlo mis
tress than Mabel was? She would not
understand; She played with his heart
as .the beautiful Bei:gal tiger might have
sported with a trembling, wounded gaz
"Mabel, you a-rc cpu*1!" he cried,
She looked up with the sleepy, glim
mering orbs half-closed, an "electric flash
shooting through the. lashes, then her
eye's fell to her worsted work again.
"Seven blues, orrc orange, two scarlets,
and a blue," sho murmured, thoughtfully,
with her head on one side.
"Mabel," ejaculated Silingsbj, "I will
"And then an olive-green," sighed
Mabel, softly. "But, aller all, Abra
ham's face is going to look ^Ust like all
other worsted-work faces. I did think
there wns some little expression in the
last pattern. Gerald, please hand me the
Poor Gerald ruthlessly withheld them
from tho lit t ic extended hand.
"You shall not talk of Worsted work
and seissors until you give mo some defi
"Then I shall have to bite my threads,
.and?oh, dear! it is so bad for the teeth."
She made a little grimace, as she snip
ped off the bit of wool with her tiny pearl
white teeth. Silingsby didn't know
whether it would have afforded him the
most satisfaction to kiss her or box her
"Yes, Gerald, (in the meekest of tones.)
"Have you no heart at all?:'
"t)'c*'r roe! What a question to ftskl
Don't f keep a poodle, and two <#oves, and
a cage full of canaries? and don't I st^p
to kiss all the babies, and cry overall the
fries of misery and distress in the circu
lating library ?"
"Nonsense, Mabel!" His bfov? **s
growing darker. Mabel's eyelids drooped
lower. Apparently she was deriving in
tense satisfaction from their coliloquy;
- "I have allowed myself to be trifled
f"" ith long enough, Mabel. One way or
ie other, I must have my fate decided
?8 Mabel yawned. "I wish I could fur
nish you with a nice old fortune teller, in
Sr red cloak, to decide it for you, Gerald."
i "Will you give me my answer, Mabel?"
TSfie straightened up bet lithe/ willowy
figure with ? sudden motioif:
i "Pleasf fitfg the beil. I forgot id order
tea, and y<hy,ti will be home in ten min
I He rose quietly, rang the bell, r?nd bade
i\cr good evening. Apparently fJie slen
der thread of his patience had given way
"Are you going, Gerald?"
jj "I am going, Mabel, and I shall not
He stood an instant/ to give her the
-opportunity (o call him back to her side,
she wished to" do ?o; but she only stuck
her worsted ricedle ruthlessly through the
patriarch Abraham's nose, and folded
ner-work, and so they parted.
V And Mabel gathered up her bright-col
tred work, singing softly to herself- with
I curious smile dimpling ner mouth.
wish I was a man," said Mabel,half
Moud. "I know I wouldn't make such a
??fOsc of myself for the best woman that
jrer lived. Not return, indeed. He'll
finback again to-morrow morning. Oh,
.dear! wheic did that provoking little ball
jjftpink floss roll to? And Abraham's
? lor won't ho worth n fig without it!"
Jl Fifteen minutes later, Squire \Vaytc
came ih, slumping the wet blT his hoots,
and rubbing his hards together.
"\Y hy, how dark it is ! Where are your
lights, child? W-hat- a thunder-storm we
have bad. The little bridgo at. Hiker's
is washed completely away. The banks
have been shelved in, they' ?j*y."
"The bridge in Rika's weft?
Mabel dropped the basket of work from
her hand. She remembered with a sud
den start of unsyllabled fear that Gerald
Sillingsby had plunged into the woods,
taking the very path that led through the
Glen. Sho knew that it was very dark
even in the open landscape?how much
more fn tfie' tangled shadows of the Glen!
"He will not know that the bridge is
gone?he will miss his footing, and be
dashed in pieces," was the wild fear that
rose up to her brain. "Oh, Gerald, Ger
ald !?but perhaps it is not too late to save
And before the astonished Squire ^ooM
venture a word of question or remon
strance, Mabel had fluttered out into the
twilight, and vanished.
Down through the lovely glen-path,
heedless of the sharp stones that cut
through her dainty kid slippers, rock less
of briars that caught at ner garments, and
showers of moisture that descended from
dripping bough and tangled undergrowth
Mabel Wayte hurried on, with beating
heart and faco that was alternately flush
ed and colorless. If she should be too
And then it rose up before her like the
blank wastes of a dreary d&ert?what
life would be without the faithful hr?C
and worship of Gerald Silingsby ?
But Mabel wa*3 only a weak girl after
all, and her strength began to fail and
?her limbs to yield beneath her ere she
had gone half way. A mad impulse of
doBpnir took possession of her heart, but
the next instant it was supplunted by a
ray of hope.
"Charley ! thank Heav?n, t here is Char
ley 1 He will has ton on?he will warn
How thankful she *blt in her heart for
the piscatory mania which kept her
brother so late beside the sunless p;iola
baneath the tangled cedar trees! She
would never laugh at CtiaVley again for
his devotion to trout fishing, she thought
as she hurried on.
"Dori't start, Charly .^it is only I," she
faltered, breathless nwd- agitated, as she
laid her trembling ftwtirj on his shoulder.
"Oh, I um so glad I hayo found you!
Hasten to the Glen bridge?quick I it is
washed away, papa says, and?and Ger
ald has gouo home that Svay, and ho will
bo killed ! Ob, Charley! why don't you
With all the strength of her little
hands, she endeavored to drag him up
from his lazily reclining posture.
"He will be dashed in pieces?he will
die, and never know how dearly I love
him! I know I havo been cruel to him,
Charloy?you havo told me so a score of
times?but I love him, and he will be
killed 1 Oh, Chariey, Charley, for my
sake, hasten* to his fescue1"
Her passionate ttutcfy died away into
alow hysterical sob ; her hands fell pow
erless by her side; but she resolved, with
set teeth, that she would not bo a weak
fool and taint away as any other j woman
might have done.
Surely that was not Charley's boyish
voice?it was a deeper, more tremulous
accent! it was not Charley's figure that
rose in the dim, purple-shadowed twilight,
and folded her weak form in its close,
"Mabel, my treasure I my brave heart
ed little white dove I half an hour hence,
I did not caro whether I lived or died ;
now my life is precious beyond words to
"Gerald!" she faltered, with a sudden
backward rush to face, neck, and brow,
of the blood which had but now curdled
icily around her heart.
"Nay, never struggle to get away, little
one," ho murmured tenderly, "you have
confessed in my own ear that you love
me ; it is too late now to fetract. Come,
your hair is wet, your dress is drenched
with dew and rain; lefmelead you homo
'-'And leave a fellow all by himFolf?
much obliged to you !" grumbled a well
known voice, as Mr. Charley Way to came
scrambling up the steep bank. "I didn't
think you'd serve mo such a mean trick,
Gcrrald, as to drop the line, after I'd got
i*. all disentangled so neatly?the best
tackle in lb*i county, too! It's all your
fault, Mabel?hallo! what arc you. cry
ing about ?'.'
"Hush, Charley, your sister is ? nervous
?she has had a frtght!"
"A fright?What about? Girls are al
ways getting frightened."
And Charley marched homeward in
sullen dignit}', leaving Mr. Silingsby and
Mabel to follow at their leisure.
There was a new and softened light in
Mabel's wondrous eyes that night, as she
presided at the cosy tea-table. She hod
betrayed herself, and yet she did notcarc!
The beautiful Bsugal tiger had his
most'ci1, ana Mnbel Wnyte had found
A 0HI1MEESE GITV.
Canton is the happiest-looking city I
havo seen in China, and everywhere the
people seem rendy for fun. Children nrc
born in the hoats and live all their lives
in the boats, and the mother of them of
ten rows or sculls with a child strapped
on her back. Upon some of these chil
dren are tied bamboo'floats, so that if the
darling tftmbles Ovcrbonrd it is easily
fished up and in. Then there arc grand
boat restaurants where parties go to feast
free from the dead air of the narrow
streets, and enjoying the free air of the
river. At night the river is gayer than
the city; for the gates of the city?gates
by the score, within the great wall gates
of tho city?obstruct all night locomotion
while the river is open aliVjfrce. I loved
to revel in a house boat at night, breathe
the good air, hear the squeaking guitar
or harp of the Chinaman, see his tiro
crackers, peep into his restaurants, hoar
tho babies squall, and the mothers and
fathers snore. Canton city is divided by
its streets into hundreds of compartments
irt nfgh'f,- rfrwl in or over each compart
ment is a gate, closed nf night. For or
der and peace every littlo community
TVifMry theso gates is responsible tc'tlhc
authorities, for there is no' focal* police.
Tho system works well?shute up shops
j at dark, sends people to bed early, thus
preparing them to rise .early; stop's nil
night gadding, all theatre going; ail
soirees and evening parties, all equrtihg
and billing and cooing, brings husbands
home early nud keeps them from straying
at night.. < There w a river police, which
cruises about tho. river;at night, and
bangs into you.if you do not sail straight.
?James Brooks." - ?>' ?'* ? I
I ..__ ' m i m '!!,li'it'>
Coctl-dw't See lT.~The ^rtrf^cn
tleman who rules the rising generality
U?y iiWttyoertala .iowtt it&M&ste&ita* (
occasion presently to correct-a little boy
named Johnny,., , Now J^oliniw had what
is Calle?* the sulks, bec??se*^6*v?i**whip
ped, and in-order .to convince him h?
was justly punched, his teacher made
the following ?rgntbeBC?V
"Now,,Jphnny, supRo&j fy?u were rid
ing a big* horse* to water, antl h?tf a keen
switch in YQur hand, tend all at.once tho
horse were to stop and refuse-to go farther;
what would youdo?V,\ Mii "
John stifled up his sobs for 0 moment,
and looking up through his tears inno
cently, replied,*l\t eluck 10 lurnvtfr)' ">
"But, Johnny, snppOs^, lie, wouldn't go
tor-your clucking,, what then?" .?^
* get down-andlead him, sir^^
"And What if ho were j obstlriate,\and
would not let you lead him r". 1 "*?"* m^s
'?Why, I'd^take oft* his bridle and turn
him loose, and walk home sir."
"You may go to your seat, Johnny.''
Johnny Could not be"lnndc to see the
-necessity for using the switch. * -
Little Things.?Life is m*?rte!up'6f lit
tle things. U e who travels pver a "copt*.
uen t must go stepby step. He who ;writes
books must do it sentence by sentence.
He who learns a science must master it
fact by fact, and ^principle after princi
I pie. What is the happiness cf owr ?if'n
j made up of? Little Courtesies, little'
Kindnesses, pleasant words, genial smiles/
a friendly letter, good wishes, ami good;
deeds. One in a million?once in a life-'
time?may do a heroic 'action; but the
little things that make up our life come
everj' day and every hour. If wo. make
the little eventd of ljfc beautiful and good,
then is the whole life beautiful and g*borif,;
then'is* the.whole, life full of beauty and!
i ? ' m I W1 ' ' ?'
A DnuKK?RiVa 7&tiMk^fy&t
me," said a benevolent visitor to* m-'flbbr
I'drunkard, while urging him to abandon
the intoxicating cup, ^Where was it yon.t
took j-our first step in this intemperate
"At my father's table," replied'tho un
happy man. "Before I left honte I had'
acquired a love for'the drink that lies
ruined me. The first drop I ever toofc
was handed me by my poor hcart-brO^Bi^
m 1 m ~~~
Love is indefatigable ; it never wearies.
Love is inexhaustible, it blooms and*
buds again ; and the more it ns\ rrrfftVscd,'
the more it abounds.
Hope is the sweetest frie-d that eWf
kept a distressed soul company; it' be-*
guiles the tcdiousncss of the way?all the L
miseries of our pilgrimage.
If you fall into misfbrtunc, disengagW
yourself: as well as yew*> Ca*rY. ^refep'
through the bishes that h?Ve' flVo fewest
A lady correspondent says ; "TlW n*ret
time 1 was kissed F felt like?well?li';o
a tub of roses swimming in hon??y, cologne,
nutmegs and cranberries. I felt as if
something was running through my nerves
on feet of diamonds, escorted by several
little cupids in chariots drawn by honey
suckles,' and the whole spread with mel
Th* most popular musical composition' ,
now sung in New York commences with:
"Father, may 1 go out to vote?"
"Yes, my boy. and freely ;
Put on your old white hut and coat?*'t^1
A ml vote for Horace fsrffrblcy 1*1 Vit ttt
Dr. Franklin sdys that "every litths
fragment of the day should be saved." %