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JONES ft JACKSON, Publishers.
At last, O Joy, sweet aprlnp Is here,
Though keen and cold Is still the wind,
.And all tho earth lies bleak and drear.
And Icy bonds the streams still bind.
The scent of buds and coming flowers
I In tho air, and Alls my heart,
And soon the woods and leafy bowers
Will In new life and beauty start.
Trom yonder hedge, first of his clan,
A bird begins his song to sing,
As though he would do all he can
To welcome back the sweet new spring.
That sprlns Is hero scarce need be told,
And soon the trees will all be green,
And nature, robed In green and gold, ,
f Stand out In all her glorious sheen.
yor from the sere leaves at my feet
A modest violet lifts Us head,
And with a fragrance passing sweet
It warns me beed well where I tread.
And here, too, at my feet, I see
A daffodil with golden bell.
As though about to ring, with glee
The gladsome news It comes to tell,
i i "
And earth, so long In slumber deep,
Stirs dreamily, as If to wake
from Its protracted, frozen sleep.
And from Us Icy bondage break.
And soon the newly wakened power
Will In each bush and tree be stirred.
And throb In every charming flower.
And In the song note of each bird.
So lessons sweat and full of graco
Life's darkest hours will surely bring;
Some flower of hope will show Its face.
Some bird of promise sweetly sing.
William Q. Haesclbarth, In Christian
IN AN EVIL MOMENT.
HY EMMA C. HEWITT.
' The editor sat in his sanctum, a
heavy frown upon his brow, his blue
pencil in hand, rapidly (coring here
.and there with a muttered curse, flrst
for the stupidity of typos, anon for the
stuff sent In by would-be contributors,
whoso position and iuilueucc wade con
ciliation necessary. Ilia annoyance was
increased by the irritating conscious
ness that a messenger boy was waiting
at his elbow, and had been so waiting
iu stolid silence for some time. Three
hort, sharp whistles at the tube di
rectly behind himi
"See what's wanted!" commanded
-tho magnate, never lifting his eyes and
giving a specially heavy blue line to
as obnoxious word. But the command
met with no response. The silent fig
ure at his side necr moved. "Why
don't you answer the tube, you idiot?''
ho exclaimed, furlomly, ni th three
vhlstlcs cumu again, short, sharp, im
patient. Then bin pencil dropped from
his fingers and rolled unheeded to ths
floor. Belde liiiti, mute and motion
less, stood one of Raphael's client tail
o wings had he, to bo sure, and
more clothes, but ono of Raphael's
cherubs all the same. The same cherub's
lace the same golden aureole! The
baby-blue eyes looked into his with a
mixture of sadness and pleading which
moved the stern heart strangely.
Again the whistle sounded. Without
a word he answered it himself, creating
wonderment below, not to say conster
nation, by the announcement that he
was busy, adding with a vigor of lan
guage well known in those realms, that
anyone who disturbed him within the
next IS minutes might draw his salary
to date and get out I Winston "busy"
and the presses waiting for himi Fif
teen minutes' valuable time lost! The
foreman passed the word along with a
thrug the typos swore, but it made
not a whit of difference. The autocrat
had sent forth his flat, and if fire had
been discovered issuing from the sanc
tum, it Is to be doubted that anyone
would have had the temerity to knock
on the door before the allotted time had
"Now, how did you get up here, and
what do you want?" he demanded more
gently of the little creature beside him.
'Don't you know that editors are ery
nusy men, ana not to be disturbed in
In accounting to himself afterwards
for his extraordinary attitude upon this
occasion, his only excuse for not pitch
ing the child out summarily was the
remembrance of a tiny grave upon a
jew jngiana miuude where slept a lit
tle brother of 30 years before.
"I came up myself. Nobody saw me."
answered the child, in a plaintive voice
that had something unchlldlike in Its
ring. "Please, do you buy poetry?"
and he brought from behind him a baby
like hand in which was closely clasped
a sheet of note paper.
If he had announced himself as a
dealer In diamonds, Winston could not
have been more taken aback.
"Why? Are you a poet?" he asked,
a mixture of astonishment and amuse
ment on his countenance.
"No, but Sister Marie writes poetry,
and she's sick, and there's only two of
us, and she's sick, you know I told
jrou that and I thought maybe may
be I could get some money "
"Let me see what you have there,"
replied Winston, abruptly.
The idea of the sick girl lying at
heme there, and this scrap of n child out
trying to sell her poetry seemed to him
a monstrous thing. No doubt it was the
worst kind of rubbish! It was folly to
even look at It But the whole strange
ness of the situation had a sort of fas
cination for him. Tho child grew red
and white by turns as he gazed at the
countenance of the man who held his
fate in his hands.
"Boy, your sister is o genius!" ex
claimed tho great man, as he rapidly
ecanncd the lines.
"I don't know just what thnt is," an
swered tho charub, modestly, "but I feel
sure it must be something very nice, or
you wouldn't look so so "
What a funny, old-fashioned little
body it was, to be sure.
"This shall go In at once," went on
the magnate, "and I will see what lean
do further. Wo don't pay much for
poetry ordinarily, but this is worth it.
Give your sister this from mo and tell
her to come and see me on Saturday at
"Oh, thank you, sir," and the baby's
eyes dropped modestly as ho tightly
clutched tho piece of gold put into his
palm. And then he heaved a deep-
urawn sign 01 rener, joy what7 and
turned and left the room. Only when
the child was entirely out of sight did
Winston realize that he had neglected
to obtain the name and address of the
new genius be hod discovered. He
turned tho poem to the light, but with
no success. Upon the back of the double
sheet, however, was a sketchy head
drawn faintly in pencil. The lines wero
bad and the drawing crude in every
way, but the sketch was evidently in
tended for the cherub who had Just
visited him. In ono corner was the
artist's name, "Mario Wendall." Jot
ting it down in his note book and pass
ing his hand over his forehead and eyes,
os though to erase all outside impres
sions, the great editor was no longer a
man; ho was once more a machine.
With relief the waiting pressmen nnd
typos heard his whistle below and they
knew that whatever "fit had took him,"
as the "devil" expressed it, the autocrat
was ready for work once more. Hut
they looked at each other aghast when
tho message came oyer the tube:
'Toko out that article on the cool re
gions I sent down half an hour ago and
set this poetry instead."
Surely, "the old man hod gone off his
"That form's locked up and just go
ing to press," the foreman ventured to
"Blast the form! Do as I say!" came
"But it'll take" Came again from
"Do it if it takes all night! Who
owns this paper, anyway ?" roared Wins
ton, nnd shut the tube with a snap to
denote that as far as he was concerned,
the interview was over.
Something had disturbed him more
than usual. Perhaps it was the memory
of the little mound on the hillside per
haps It was something indefinite nn
Impression too aguo to be classified.
Whatever it was, In half an hour,
Winston declared himself through,
methodically tucked his blue pencil Into
its accustomed slot, locked his desk, be
took himself to his club for dinner.
When ho read oier the poetry in the
great daily tho next morning, there
was a something which arrested his at
tention. A scene, a memory came to his
mind, but it was too elusive for him
to spend any time in trying to catch it,
So he dismissed it from his thoughts,
A distinct shock received an hour or
two later recalled it all, and too forcibly.
This shock came in the shape of a note
from a fellow-editor:
"What aro you giving us, anyway?"
wrote he. "You must have been short
of copy indeed, to try to palm off on
your readers that old poem of Tenny-'
fons as new matter! 'Marie Wendall,'
too. Of all the colossal nerve 1 I think
it might be called the 'Great Ameri
Tennyson's! No wonder there had
been a familiar ring to the lines! Why
had ho skimmed over them so hastily?
Why had ho thrown caution to the
winds? Why, oh, why had he made
such an ass of himself that all who ran
might read? lie turned sick and white
at the thought of all it meant this fear
ful blunder! If he only could hope
that the casual reader would not dis
Any such hope as this was dashed
ruthlessly to the ground during the
next few hours. Letters there were
from all directions jeering they were,
angry, remonstrant, everything but
sympathetic. Tho world likes to be
humbugged, but it does not want the
fraud to be a palpable one like this.
And the readers of the great daily did
not hesitate to say so in most uncom
Wild with ungcr and mortification,
and with imprecations deep If not loud,
the great editor set himself to find the
woman who bad served him such a
"It is only another evidence of the
utter deceit of the whole sex," be said
to himself bitterly. "The trail of the
serpent is over them all I"
Without any address or other clew to
her whereabouts, to find the unknown
was no easy task. The simplest solu
tion of tho difficulty would seem to be
to wait until Saturday ut three o'clock,
but ho knew very well that she would
not put in nn appearance. She was too
sharp for that. She had the money,
and that was all she wanted.
With a grim smile tnat boded no good
to that young woman, he started out to
find the author of his woes. And by
subtle but legitimate means, means
that no other man would have thought
of, John Winston tracked her at last.
"This is Miss Wendall?" innuired he.
with most elaborate courtesy of the
little lady in black who answered hli
She bowed her head with a surprised
expression that would ask his mission.
"You write poetry, I believe?" he
questioned again, with sarcastic defer
ence. She gently shook her head and mur
mured a negative, with deeper wonder
on her face, to which was added a shade
of fear. She thought her visitor must
be a lunatic.
"I am Mr. John Winston, editor of the
Dally Astonlsher," said Mr. Winston,
impressively, playing his trumo card
and expecting to see his listener con
victed through her own confusion.
Instead of being crushed, she only
"Yes?" and tawed politely, waiting
with interest to know what might fol
low this important piece of informa
tion. Other than this, there was not
tho quiver of an eyelash that shaded
the blue eyes raised to his, eyes so like
those of the cheruu that the relation'
ship was unmistakable.
"You hove never written any poetry?"
"No. Why do you ask?"
"You have received no message from
mc7" he asked again, waning her ques
tion. "No! Message from you? Why should
you send me a message?"
"Tell me have you been sick?"
She drew herself up haughtily. This
was too much.
"I cannot see," she said, "that it is
of the slightest consequence to you,
sir, in any way; but I hate not been
sick. And now, sir, if you arc not a
lunatic, you are a most Impertinent man,
and if you do not leave, this house at
once, I will call an officer to remove
He! John Winston! threatened by
this mite of womanhood with being put
out by an officer! The idea was so ab
surd that he laughed aloud, thus fur
nishing his listener with most convinc
ing proof of his insanity. She went to
the pull to ring the bell, but Winston
grew grave again in a moment.
"Miss Wendall please!" ho ex
claimed. "Let me tell you all about
this. I am neither insane nor imperti
nent, but very much perplexed. Listen
to me for three minutes. It is all I
When he readied the conclusion, she
looked up with quivering lips and tear
"Oh, sir! It is that dreadful boyl I
think ho will kill me. This is the worst
thing he hns done yet!"
"He may have done this Innocently,"
suggested Winston, kindly. "A boy
"No, I know what you would say:
'A boy with a faco like thot couldn't
do such a thing wickedly.' But he could,
he can' That boy is capable of any
thing! lie has a face like a cherub, but
he acts like a demon. Why, one day I
enme home and foijud him a few streets
off, dressed like a beggar, his face cov
ered with dirt and with nn old tin cup
in his hand, collecting pennies from
passers-by for hi sick sister! I'm sure
I don't know what he does with his
money, but I know that I will not let
him have any more than allowance
which I think is enough for n boy of
his age. When I refuse, he manages in
somo way to obtain it. But this is the
ery worst. He didn't do it innocently,
for he read aloud to me while I copied
"You see," she went on, a moment
later, "we were only half-brother and
sister. His mother was we wero not
altogether happy after pa died."
"Poor child! I should imagine not,"
(said Winston, to himself, "if the son's
charming characteristics are a direct In
hcrltance from the mother."
"But I promised my step-mother I
would look after Harold. I can't help
thinking he needs a man's hand ever
him," and she finished with a sich.
"I should say so," answered John Win
ston, grimly, nnd as though .he would
like to be that man who should have the
shaping of that young gentleman's fu
ture career. An inspiration came.
"Miss Wendall," said he, earnestly, "I
feel sorry for you, and the charge which
is laid upon shoulders too yBungto bear
it. Imay be able to servo you in. one way.
Say nothing to this degenerate young
man, but bring him to the downtown
office next Saturday afternoon he will
not suspect me of being there and I
will give him such a talking to ns will
cause that golden aureole of his to
shrivel up to a crisp. We will see what
can be done with him."
"Oh, sir, I'm sure I'm grateful to you!"
"Not at nil, not at alll" replied Win
ston, gruffly, but with a twinkle in his
eye. "I'm bound to have my revenge
out of somebody, and he seems to me the
most appropriate one."
Just what passed between the cherub
and the great editor no one ever knew
but the cherub, the cherub's sister and
the great editor himself, but the young
gentleman came out of the interview a
wiser if a sadder boy.
And the editor married Miss Wen
dall? Oh, no, he didn't at least, not
yet. Ladles' World.
"And you havo the assurance to tell
me that you discharged your laundress
because of her belief in divided skirts?
A new woman like you?"
"You didn't let me finish. I was go
ing to explain that she had an idea that
it was tho proper thing to divide my
supply of skirts between herself md
her 18-year-old daughter."
"Oh!" Indianapolis Journal.
WOMAN AND HOME.
LATEST SOCIETY FAD.
Tho French Smart Slot Inalata That
1)ok ahull 11a Married.
There is a brand new fad iu swell
dom. It is tho dog marriage. To be
thoroughly fashionable nowadays one
must owu two dogs of opposite sex, and
they must have been duly married by
the staid and respectable canine select
ed by the fashionuble community to act
as the representative of the cloth.
Of course, says the New York Herald,
it Is from France that this new fad has
come. When it Is necessary to discover
something particularly eccentric
French genius ulways comes to the res
cue. The fashionable to whom fell the
honor of Introducing this new and
rather remarkable step for the advance
ment of canine creation was none other
than Mme. Ephrussi, daughter of Baron
Alphonse de Rothschild, the wife of
The initial wedding of dogs in high
society is so novel as to be well worth
description. In the first place Mme.
Kphrussl sent out formally engraved in
vitutlons to several hundred of her
friends, announcing the approaching
nuptials of Diane, her favorite poodle,
and Le Petit Major, a handsome poodle,
the property of Baron Alphonse de
Itotbschild. Not only were the recip
ients of these invitations asked to come
themselves, but requested to also bring
Not the least odd and attractive fea
ture of the whole affair was the fact
that many of these visiting dogs in
truth, the majority of them were in
full evening dress. Not evening blank
ets, but, if the dog was a male, in the
swallow tall and trousers of the human,
together with the standing collar,
dress shirt and unspeakable tie.
With all thisgorgeousness on the part
of the guests, what must have been tbe
worldly splendor that surrounded the
bride nnd grooml Diane, who is de
scribed as a poodle of rare grace and
beauty, wore a white satin dress,
trimmed with beautiful lace, a long
tulle veil, decorated 'with orange blos
soms, and white kid shoes. Major, the
bridegroom, wore a full evening dress.
On the buttonhole of M. Major's very
swell coat was a dainty orchid.
Presently oil the guests had arrived,
human and canine, the latter, of course,
being given the preference. Mme.
Ephrussl's magnificent ballroom was
thrown open. There everyone repaired,
everybody and tbe dogs. A moment
later and there softly floated through
iho air tho strains of the ever familiar
wedding march from "Lohengrin."
Mincing up the aisle, along which it
had been arranged that the wedding
procession was to pass, walked three
kinoll poodles, each in evening dress,
and keml harnessed together with
whito ribbon. Following tbeso came
the bride, lean iig upon tho' arm or
WEDDING OP TWO POODLES.
rather hand of her mistress, while be
hind them, walking on his hind feet
and without support, accompanied by
Baron Itothschild, came M. Major.
Then came tbe bridesmaids and
groomsmen, the former wearing white
silk dresses and long veils, the latter
in full dress and adorned with em
broidered white tutin coats. All these
advanced upon their himi legs, but be
hind them came a host of canine guests,
who were permitted to walk as nature
had originally intended they should.
Awuy down at the further end of tbe
ballroom the wedding procession was
met by the stanch und sober bulldog
of Comto de Bertcaux. Upon his head
this honored canine wore a tall silk
hat, and about his waist was tied the
tricolor sash, his badge of office, for
he was representing M. le Malre. After
greeting the procession, the bulldog
Malre advanced on his hind legs and
seated himself upon an embroidered
cushion. The Malre looked solemnly
nt the young couple whose destinies
he was about to unite, and then barked
distinctly three times. Tho bridegroom
gave a short bark. The bride barked
low and Impressively. Then the Malre
barked several times iu quick succes
sion, and there was a series of respon
sive barks, in which some of the rude
and unthinking in tbe audience joined
without request. A gold ring, with a
diamond setting, was then slipped over
tbe paw of the fair Diane, the Malro
barked gleefully, and the procession
moved to the odjoining room.
Following the signing of the register
came tbe reception and supper. Every
dog was given a seat at tbe table and
a regular course supper was served. And
so passed oft tbe first dog wedding of
which Dame Fashion ever acted as
1 1 v .,':' II . .,
AN OUTLINE QUILT.
Xevr Design Tliat la Sara to Ba Ad
mired Whoa Neatly Made.
A particularly handsome quilt waa
recently made by the women of a lead
ing church society in one of our large
cities, and met vith so hearty an ap
proval, and was so greatly admired,
that a large number were finished and
sold at $12 each. The blocks were of
Lonsdale cambric. In some of the
quilts nine blocks were used, and In
others 25. The blocks were longer than
wide, and their size was calculated ac
cording to the size of tbe bed, whether
tingle, double or three-quarters size.
For a double bed of ordinary width.
In which nine blocks are used, each
block should be stamped with a de
sign to be outlined. Some may be of
PliETTY OUTLINE QUILT.
figures, some of flowers, and others In
conventional patterns, but all are to be
of a bold, open pattern, which will
prove much more effective when made
up than a fine or intrinsic pattern
would. Four of these patterns should
be alike, aid these four used for the
corner blocks. The designs are next
outlined in some delicato color, pale
pink, pale blue or yellow, but all the
outlining is done with one shade. Wash
silk or linen is used, as preferred, the
linen, of course, proving le expen
sive than the silk.
The blocks are next laundered and
c aref ully pressed. They are now ready
to be set together, and for this purpose
mips of sateen are used of the exact
shade of the silk or linen employed in
outlining. The strips of sateen are
threo inches wide, and when the whole
is pieced the blocks have tho appear
ance of being set together with ribbon.
A strip of sateen, the same width, i
ret all around the edge after the blocks
are pieced, and a second band is added
of Lonsdale. This latter la worked with
a running border in outline.
The cover Is now ready to be lined
andqullted. Thelining is of plain Lons
dale, and the edge is bound with the
same. The quilting is done in what it
known as shell stitch. A group oi
shells is marked in each corner, then
row of shells Is started across one side
and carried across the whole remain
ing surfaco of- the quilt. When 20
blocks are used Instead of nine, the de
sign on each is of course- smaller, and
the bands with which tho blocks are
fct together arc narrower. Otherwise
the directions given apply to this as
well a.1 to the quilt of nine blocks.
The accompanyingillustratlon shows
tho arraugciiiUt of tho shells iu quilt
ing. The half circles are the slzo of
an ordinary teacup. American Agrl-A
Care of tho Tooth Brush.
The care of tooth brushes is not suf
ficiently observed. In our city houses, a
writer properly remarks, they stand In
their cups or hang on their racks above
the set toilet-bowls day and night, ab
sorbing any disease germs that may be
floating about. They should be washed
frequently at leust about twice a
week In some antiseptic solution,
strong salt and water or bicarbonate
of sodium and water being two good
and readily provided cleaners. Tooth
washes and pastes should also be kept
Table for the Dreaalaaj: Room.
Small round tables that look at first
glance like those intended for smokers'
use serve a valuable purpose In a lady's
dressing-room. They have attached to
their polished tops all paraphernalia
needed to crimp the hair, including
safety match boxes, alcohol lamp with
tongs standard, hairpin tray and ban
doline jar. Tbe tables are In oak or ma
hogany finish and the attachments in
various metals, brass, nickel or silver.
81s Wealthiest Women.
The following women are said to be
the six wealthiest women in the world:
Senora Isldora Cousino, $200,000,000;
Hetty Green, $50,000,000; Baroness Bur-dett-Coutts,
$20,000,000; Mme. Barrios,
$15,000,000; Miss Mary Garrett, $10,000,
000; Mrs. Woleska, $10,000,000.
A Bare Thins;.
Visitor He is a freshman, you say?
Stranger Yes. I should think you
would guess that from his appearance.
Stranger He looks so much wiser
than the professors. Philadelphia
' Hta Memory Had.
"Young man," began the aged gentle
nion, "I am ?0 years old and don't re
member having told a lie."
"That's too bad," the young man re
plied; "can't you have something dons
for your memory ?" N. Y. Tribune.
A Peace Method.
"Sarah, breakfast is late again; didn't
your alarm clock go oft?"
"No'm; I stops the pesky thing tlclrln
when I gets into bed." Detroit fkea
Business never was good, and. if
never will be. Atchison Glob.
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