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E' ri& &: r r sW t- TnmW RS2rf m Yearly S-uTosoription $S.OO ELEVENTH YEAR. THE tITlLE THINGS OF LIFE. Soft scarlet clouds flecked all the sky, Pale twilight etilllelaing. When to n child a mother wild Cried, "3Iav, -where were you straying? 0 mother, door. I -wandered far By field and copce-wood coer, And searched in lain each grassy plain For one small four-leaf clover. "I long to dreain a lovely dream, And -wake to find it real." "Ah. simple child," the mother smiled, "Too -well j on love the ideal. But look beside jon mossy stone, 3Iy rocklet-s little roer. For ery near I see from here Your long-sought four-leaf clover. "And think. May, -while you gather it Grepn in the cool gray "gloaming, How often grow close by and low The gifts -we seek "or foaming. Then, if you learn to find at home Small joys ou once looked over, You'll bless the day you whiled away In seeking four-leafed clover." A JEALOUS HUSBAND. TAKEN FROM THE RUSSIAN Y EVELYN THORP. There was a performance that night at the Italian Opera. Ivan Audreitch entered the crowded house like a bomb and threw a rapid glance through all the boxes. Oh surprise! His heart stopped beatiug. His wife was there. She sat in the same box with Gen. Polooitsine, lm wife, his aide-de-camp, a young man in civilian's clothes, on whom Ivan Audreitch's attention at once became riveted. "She is here! And she said she would not come P These sudden veerings on Glafia's part were killing Ivan Audreitch. Ah ! That unknown young man in civilian's clothes ! In Avhat horrible despair he had thrown the aged husband ! Ivan Audreitch sank into an orchestra chair. The first act passed over him as though it had not been. He did not hear a note. But just as the curtain was going down our hero had an adven ture. It will sometimes happen that a stray programme comes floating down from some upper gallery to alight on an un unexpectant head below. But Ivan Audreitch's adventure was more unheard-of. "What the jealous husband re ceived on his honorable bald pate, polished like the knob of a walking stick, was that infamous and ineffable object a scented billet-doux! That it was a billet-doux there could be no doubt. For are not such epistles al ways scented ? Moreover, it was folded, and folded again, in so small and treacherous and coquettish a shape that it could easily have found a place in the palm of a lady's glove. Now I ask the reader to judge "Why should Ivan Audreitch have believed ineradicably, at once, that this billet doux had fallen by mistake, from one certain box out of all the four tiers of boxes in that great theater? But all passions are exclusive and unreason able, and jealousy, I ween, is the most exclusive and unreasonable of all. Ivan Audreitch hurried into the foyer and tore the note open. "This evening, after the performance, in 1 street, K House, third floor." Ivan Audreitch did not recognize the hand-writing. But what of that, so long as there was a rendezvous on the tapis? "Ah! to overtake this treachery I To nip it in the bub P There were ladies and young men in all the boxes. The note might have slipped from the hand of any one of these. But no evidence could have Bhaken Ivan Audreitch's belief. lie ascended to the box where his "wife sat and then came down again. He rushed about the corridors during the rest of the performance without being able to compose himself. At last, as the opera was about terminating in a great uproar, he seized his top-coat and fled to G street He soon found the house, and was hastening up the stairs when he saw a young man hurrying on before him, On the third floor a door stood half open. Ivan Audreitch would have liked to stop a- moment for reflection, but at that instant he heard the down stairs door open noisily and a heavy step, accompanied by a cough, resound on the stairs. " He violently pushed the door open, precipi tating himself into the apartment with all the grotesque solemnity of an out raged husband. A servant tried to bar his way. But to stop Ivan Audreitch 'was now impossible. He traversed two dark rooms and burst, like an appari tion, into a third, at tha Mine moment mxmzmtmmBgBmgmmm "'. J -. ' r "- ' ; that a vonng and pretty ladv hurried out by another door, exclaiming: '"My husband!" Ivan Audreitch began to perceive that he had not had time enough for re flection on the landing outside, and that he -had made a shocking mistake. But could he turnback? The outer door opened ; the husband was coming in. I don't know why Ivan Audreitch did not go directly out to meet him, explain the mistake, apologize and disappear, and perhaps without glory, but in any case without disgrace. But no. He acted as though he were a Don Juan or a Lovelace. He had been concealed hitherto by the bed curtains, and now he slipped beneath them. Suspicious husband himself he did not, perhaps, dare confront another husband in these conditions. And there he was, under the bed, without being able to explain to himself how he got there. The lady's husband came in and threw himself into a chair, shaken by a tremendous fit of coughing. Ivan Audreitch was afraid to draw a long breath. With infinite precautions he began stretching himself out that he might, at least, be more at his ease, when, suddenly, another hand seized his. There was a second man under the bed! "Who's there?" cried Ivan Audreitch in a whisper. "That's it! I'm likely to tell you at once who I am ! Be still." "But " "Be still!" And the supernumerary man for there was scarcely room for two pressed Ivan Audreitch's hand so tightly that he almost cried out. "Sir!" "'Sh!" "Free my hand or I shall scream?' "Try it!" Ivan Audreitch blushed with shame. "My little angel," began the husband, "I have just come from Pavel Ivano vitch's. We played a game of whist (cough), and then (cough) ah! the devil! my back!" (cough). "For God's sake, give me a little more room!" whispered the wretched Ivan Audreitch. "How can I? There's none to give!" "But you must see that I cannot re main in such a position! It's the first time " "Silence!" "Young man, you forget yourself! You forget to whom you are speaking!" "I am speaking to a man under the bed." "But if I am here, sir, it's because of a mistake ! If you won't give me a lit tle more room I shall have an attack of apoplexy, and you will be responsible for my death ! I am an honorable man, the head of a family! I can't remain in such a position !" "Why did you put yourself in it, then? Will you be quiet? Don't you understand that if they hear us we are lost? 'Sh! They are talking!" As a matter of fact the old man's cough was growing less. "My little angel, Fedosey Ivanovitch told me of a remedy to take a leaf tea. He said I might go into consumption. Tshe! Tshe!" "Good Heaven! Why do you say that?" cried the wife. "Oh!" whispered Ivan Audreitch. "Well,what is the matter now? Can't you keep quiefc?" "You wish to offend me, young man. I see that clearly." "Silence!" "Not at all ! I have nothing to fear P "Yerywell! If we are discovered I shall tell them that you are my uncle and that you dragged me hear!" "You are making game of me!" "Keep silent, or I'll force you to do so ! If it had not been for you I should have remained here until morning and then slipped out undetected!" "But I can't remain here until morn ing ! I am a respectable member of so ciety. But who are you? I beg of you to tell me at once!" "I have nothing to tell you. Keep still!" "My dear," said the old gentleman, "don't you hear some cats purring around here?" "What cats? What do you mean?" said the young wife. "Why, Yaska, to be sure. I certainly heard something. Perhaps it was rats." "Ah, now it is rats! What ails you to-night?" "Well, perhaps it's neither rats nor cats nothing at alL Tshe! Tshe?" (Coughs.) ; ' "'J1- " " X.' J HTl.WW.aTrtfJJ'J ' AV'TWif 1 "' J&Ssv"- ' . STOCK TPJRTULnXC THE BASIS OP OTXR. INDUSTRIES. WA-REENEY, KANSAS, SATURDAY, JULY "Are you satisfied? They heard us." "But if you only knew how uncomfort able I am," wailed Ivan Audreitch be low his breath. "My nose is bleed ing" "Well, let it bleed, and keep quiet." "Young man, I should like to know, really, in what society I find myself?" " 'Sh ! They are talking again." "Beally, my dear, I think I hear something." "Oh, no. The cotton must be loose in your ears." "Speaking of cotton, do you know that on the floor above " "On the floor above!" repeated the young man in a whisper. "Is this the second floor, then?" "What! What did you say, young man? The second floor! Why, I thought this was the third floor!" "Sh!" "I met a very pretty little woman go ing up the stairs," began the old gentle man anew. "Well, I don't see that that need con cern you." "Don't be angry, my dear," said the old gentleman, coughing again. "You don't seem to be in a good humor to night." "A pretty little woman," murmured the young man, visibly uneasy. "She is waiting for me. perhaps. I must get away from here at once." " 'She !' Who is 'she ?' Who are you talking about? That I should be im prisoned here!" "I shall get out, cost what it may." "Young man, what are you doing? What is to become of me?" whispered Ivan Audreitch, clinging to his neigh bor's coat tails. "Eh! What's that to me? Keep still here until morning and then you can slip out unnoticed. When they have seen me crawl out from under the bed they won't be likely to suspect that there is any one else here. Two men under one bed at the same time that's rather stiff! Why not twelve ?" "Heavens! I am going to sneeze!" "Don't dare to have that audacity !" "But what am I to do? If you would only take my handkerchief out of my pocket. Oh, why have I been punished in this way?" "Here is your handkerchief. Are you aware of the fact that this comedy may have a very tragic ending? That this old gentleman may be furious if he hears you? As for me, I am here by mistake. I intended to go up a flight higher, but got in here and was obliged to hide." "How your little dog barks !" said the old gentleman. In point of fact the lady's dog had just awakened from a nap and was bark ing furiously with her nose under the bed. "Here, Amishka " cried the lady. But Amishka persisted in foraging around over Ivan Audreitch's face. "What can be the matter with her, my dear?" wondered the old gentleman. "She is biting my nose!" Ivan Aud reitch meanwhile was whispering under the bed. "Don't speak ! Don't move !" "Do you want me to lose my nose?" said Ivan Audreitch, and suddenly the 'little dog's barking ceased. "Wretch, what are you doing?" cried the young man in a whisper. But Ivan Audreitch .paid no heed. He strangled the dog outright. "Amishka! Amishka!" shrieked the lady. And then, all at once "Brigands ! Barbarians! There are some people under the bed!" "What! Where? Under the bed P The old gentleman seized a candle stick. Ivan Audreitch's companion, who had been watching all his move ments, slipped out as he went around to the head of the bed. "Heaven!" gasped the lady. " Amishka's assassin is under the bed !" said the young man and fled. Meantime the old gentleman had caught Ivan Audreitch by the foot. "Murder!" Murder!" screamed the lady. "Amishka!" "Come out!" vociferated the old gen tleman. "Come out! Who are you? Speak at once!" "In God's name, Excellency," im plored Ivan Audreitch, "don't call-any one ! Your Excellency, all this is a mis take, which I shall explain," gasped the unfortunate creature with tears. "It's all on account of " "You are a thief!" "No, your Excellency, I am not a thief. I only made a mistake in the door. Madame," continued Iran Audreitch, turning with clasped haada - V L-" i" tL- 1 w "" r V JSr J to the lady, "you are a woman you will understand. I killed Amishka, but I am deeply humiliated: lam drinking the very dregs of the cup. Your High nes for it is a Prince to whom I have the honor of speaking, is it not?" "Eh? No. Stop flattering me and tell me how you got inhere!" "Under cover of darkness, by makiny a mistake in the door. You see befoiv you a jealous husband! Ah! I knev you would laugh, It is like a romanc of course. In the middle of the nigh in a large city, a man under the bed But Madam will permit me to send hex a little dog in place of the one I so un fortunately " "Ha, ha, ha, ha!" laughed the lady. "What a ridiculous creature!" "Your Excellency, if I dared I would offer you my hand. I had an ignoble jealousv of my wife, but lam now cured of it." " "His wife!" shrieked the lady, laugh ing more and more. "Yes, your ExcellencyI intercepted abilletdoux. I intended to go to the third floor of this house; 'but I made a mistake, and then I hid under the bed." "Ha, ha, ha!" "But I am sure now that my wife is quietly at home and asleep." "Ha, ha, ha, ha!" "Well, hasten home yourself as fast as you can, then," said the lady ; "and I hope some time to make your wife's acquaintance." "Certainly! As for me, I am most happy! Most happy!" Ivan Audreitch bowed and retreated. In the street he stood a long time in expectation of an attack of apoplexy. He took off his hat, mopped his brow, which was covered with cold perspira tion, closed his eyes, reflected, and then went home. He had the pleasure of hearing that Glafira Petrovna had come from the theater a long time since. Ivan Au dreitch asked for water to bathe his face, had his clothes brushed and ap peared before his wife. "And where have you been all this time, sir? And, Heaven, what do you look like? Where have you been, I sav?" "My dear" At that moment Ivan Audreitch felt the need of gaining some countenance by the use of his pocket handkerchief. But oh, horror! with his handker chief he drew out of his pocket the dead body of Amishka! He had for gotten that, at the instant of assassina tion, and to cover up its tracks he had stuffed his victim into his pocket, from which she now emerged like a spectre. Whats that? Horrors!" screamed Gilfira Petrovna. "My dear," stammered Ivan Au dreitch, almost as dead as Amishka, "mv angel!" "Ha, ha,ha, ha!" They Told a Little Too Much. A few days ago an Irishman living in New York City saw in the list of ar rivals at Castle Garden the names of a couple of men with whom he had been acquainted many years ago in Ireland. Wishing to show them how he had got along in America, he hunted them up and asked them to take dinner at his house. The host had not heard any thing of their career since bereft his na tive land. While at the table the po teen flowed freely and it soon loosened their tongues so that they told stones about many things. As they drank deeper and talked louder, it turned out that both of them had been hired to do service some time ago in evicting the tenants from a certain Irish estate and they boasted how, in one case, they drove an old man out of his cabin by breaking in the roof. The family at whose table they sat grew excited over this unexpected revelation, and there was a scene in the house when it hap pened that the name of their victim was given. The wife of the host sprang to her feet, flung open the door and or dered both men out at once. They left before her husband got time to" take them in hand. The evicted tenant was her own cousin. A homely man of merit is never re pulsive. As soon as he is named his physique is forgotten; the mind passes through it to see the souL Bomain ville. ! MnnaE I f eel so awfully sftroid to-1 ??7 :kr?ied feels heaYy M lead Mamie Why don't you take off some of your hair, dear, and lighten it? X XX , Mr I 20, 1889 MO.NKEY OR THE CHAMBERMAID. A Tale from Boston "Which Carries "With It a Universal Moral. There was told in my hearing the other day a tale which carries with it a moral. A gentleman who travels a good deal, being a bachelor with a good for tune and plenty of leisure, has, when in town, a suite of rooms at the house of his married sister. He returned re cently from a trip rather unexpectedly, reaching home in the evening. His sister, who received him, apologized for the fact that his apartment was not wholly in order. "We have a new chambermaid," she explained, "and I haven't wanted to tell her too many things at once, and as I didn't know you were coming, I didn't bother her about your room. I will send her up the first thing in the morning-" In the morning the new chambermaid did, indeed, come the first thing, and the gentleman was still in bed. He, however, slipped into his dressing room to remain until the maid should do whatever was necessary in his chamber, and, taking a book, hesat down to read while he was waiting. He always car ried with him a diamond ring, which had been his mother's, which he some times wore and sometimes had in his pocket This he had left with his watch on the stand by the head of his bed. He sat reading for some time, and, even after he heard the maid go out, he kept on with his book. Suddenly he heard a slight noise in his chamber, and, folding his dressing gown about him, he opened the door and looked in. The chamber was apparently empty, but his eye was caught by a cord which seemed to extend from the open window toward the bed. Going forward to examine this, he perceived a monkey, till then hidden from sight by the bed, that, with ' nia MiamrtTlfl Mnrr in ifa rtltfnT foownl- ing off. The owner of the ring shouted and ran forward, when the thievish ani mal dropped its prey and skurried out of the window as fast as its skinny little legs would carry it, and, picking up the jewel to assure himself that it was all right, the gentleman reached the win dow in time to see an organ-grinder making off with the monkey on his shoulder. There was no doubt that he had trained the beast to climb into win dows and to steal any valuable upon which it could lay hands, and the inci dent may serve as a warning to those who allow organ monkeys to scramble at will over their chamber blinds and windows. But the impressive aspect of the story, if one considers, is the position in which the chambermaid would have been out had the owner of the ring appeared on the scene but a moment later. The girl was new in the house, there had no one except herself entered the room, the ring would have been missed almost im mediately, and the circumstantial evi dence would have been overwhelmingly against her. As it was, she never knew how great a peril she escaped; but the man who tells the story declares that he 3hall never be able to believe in circum- stantial evidence again. Boston letter, A Maine Tillage. j Then there was the old corner gro cery in which I surreptitiously lunched when to the annoyance of the good old storekeeper, I happened that way. It was always a mystery to him how nis prunes, dried apples, and soda crackers disappeared so continuously. The deacon's orchard was the subject of my dreams. Equipped with a capa cious roundabout drawn tightly about the waist with a stout belt, my compan ions never went hungry for apples, though there was an invariable apple famine in the village, The oM-fashioned New England flap jacks were the pride of our grandmoth sr's days, and no woman who could turn them with a toss and avoid landing the delicious cake in the fire was ineligible for the best marriageble young men in the village. In the old New. England feather-bed there was a luxury I never shall forget, wiin learners roiling up mountains high on all sides of the venturesome oc cupant. Slats and springs had not been heard of down in these primitive Sew England villages in those days. The beds were corded, and the manner if tightening up the cords after thev FiarJ InnaoTIPsI xcn first in tialannA tmnv. ,if Tinnn th no? a? , Ma k088 the oed &m side to aide. Talk lDout gymnasiums! If young men iad corded beds these dayi that Single Oopgr S Cental NUMBER 22. would be no use for Indian clubs or dumb-bells in search of exercise. The old New England families were not then what they are now. Ten, twelve, fourteen children was a modest, household, and there was always room for one more. When visitors came the trundle bed, with capacity for three or four children, was wheeled out. The ventilation in the sleeping rooms above, with the broad chimneys and airy roofs, was superb. That account for the wheezing nasal twang of those who come from dear old New England. They've always got a cold. The chief production of Maine are men and stones, principally the latter. Fat women in Maine are unknown. They are always slim and clipper-built. In the old Maine village the lights go out at 8 o'clock. If one is seen after that hour the villagers know that Aunt Nancy is preparing a cordial for a pa tient, or that it is Sally Ann's night for a visit from her beau. Those good old New England pump kin pies were the pride of the house wife. They were twenty inches in di ameter and six inches deep. From a Lecture by Bev. Geo. H. Beed, D. D. A Roumanian Peasant Marriage. The Roumanian peasants have many interesting social customs, and none more interesting than their fashion of making love and marrying. The Queen of Bnnmania (Carmen Svlva) tells in the Forum how the lads strip the mar riageable girls of their long girdles and wind them about their own bodies. If after a time the parents of a girl de mand the return of the girdle by the youth who wears it, he is an accepted lover. To a wedding the whole village is invited. The troth-sponsors stand beside the bridal pair before the altar, bearing in their hands each a tall, stout wax candle. The bride and bride groom must thrice eat of the same mor sel and drink out of the same goblet, to signify that as long as they live they , will share with each other every bit and sup. Then, led by the troth-father and troth-mother, they walk round the altar thrice; that represents the paths through life. During the walk the bride must give a tug to the foot of one of the maids present, who then is sure to be married before a year is out. If the bride is a maid the golden thread is solemnly taken off her head. It serves in the place of a veil and is like golden hair, being specially becoming when it reflects the candlelight. Her hair is then clipped a little, rolled tight under the headkerchief, and now the : girl is for the first time covered with the veil, the token of matrimonial dignity. During this performance the bride must weep and cry, for henceforth she must never show her hair not even to her husband. Thoughts to Treasure. I find the doing of the will of God leaves me no time to dispute about his plans. George McDonald. Faith is to believe what we do not see, and the reward of faith is to see what we believe. Augustine. To an honest mind the best perqui sites of a place are the advantages it 1 gives a man of doing good. Addison. j Great is he who enjoys his earthen ware as if it were plate, and not less gTeat is the man to whom all his plate is no more than earthenware. -Seneca. What is resignation? Placing God between us and our troubles. Madame Swetchine. I Te Get Evea with the Editor. i Indulgent Friend I am surprised to learn that Mr. Scribbler has declined your poem, and surprised that you are not indignant at its rejection. Would-be Poetess Oh, I am going to have my revenge, and can afford to wait Indulgent Friend Indeed? How do you expect to obtain this revenge? Would-be Poetess I have promised to marry him. Boston Budget. Four Kiaas of Men. "Men are of four kinds," says the Arabic proverb. "Firstly He who knows not that he knows not; he is a fool; shun him. Secondly He who knows not, and knows he knows not: he is simple; teach him. Thirdly He who knows, and knows that he knows: he is asleep; wake him. Fourthly Ha who knows, and knows that he knows: he is wise; follow him." The most attentive man to business we ever knew was he who wrote on his, shop door: "Gone to bury saj wife; return in half an hou " i T- -"61 mm && " - 1SI a ? JK1 WW i-S! ?4 jSf?i W & rm t i K- J3f. i"1. '$ laMf1r:Wy V J :n. , ..r - X,4v.lfc-'V5iS5f .Yi' ,-'-'. y.''. .Ji,iKJ5U