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THE MAIDEN'S LAMENT.
1 ' BXIL&T. Ko minstrel harps, no robin pipes Els tuneful roundelay, Ko flag floats out, no trumoet sounds, Tho' this Is my blrthdayl But I must make an effort bold The day to celebrate I'm "getting on," but not too old I'm only thirty-eight ! I look about me and I find The years new blessings bring I've lemng friends, close, tried and kind, And tender memories cling Around the vanished, buried past And present joys create. And so I many pleasures find, Altho I'm thirty-eight ! I sometimes think, -when listening to The youngsters of to-day, Thero must have been an error made I'm not as old as they! They know so much, they talk bo loud, Their manner is so great t I feel an infant in the crowd, Altho' I'm thirty-eicht. Eometimes I feel tho -weight of years, Or cares upon mo press, But of tcner far tho past appears A time of happiness ; And tho' the present brings some pain, 'Twill brighten, soon or late, And blossoms fair will bloom again, Tho I am thirty-eight. America. HIS FAIR RESCUER. her own room, -wore greatly surprised when she entered the library -when they -were sitting, and introduced Mr Francis Talbot to them. "My child," cried Mrs. Howland, when Marjorie had told how she had helped Francis to escape from the old Winstead Manor, "I should have been frightened to death if where you wereP TBE ARIZONA EECKEB. Fetets WUck the East Gurnet SapUcate. "We extract the following from the last issue of the Arizona Kicker: Dids't Know rr was Loaded. Smith & Davis' minstrels were billed for an entertainment at Montezuma Hall last I had known ' Friday night, but it didn't come off. In- I stead of that the whole gang stepped. A Story of 1776, B' J. H. SPENCER. In one of the loveliest valleys in the Blue Mountains of Northern New Jersey, there stood, at the time of the Revolution, a large and substantial stone house, known to all the country around as the old Winstead Manor. It was built in the solid homely style of the 18th century. One side was situated upon a crag, and seemed to form a part of the cliff upon which it rested. The base of tho cliff was laved by a wide and deep stream. Captain Ralph Winstead had built the house some fifty years previous to the time of which I write 177G. He had never nmm'ed-or, at least, he had never had a wife in this country and the only members of his household whom he had admitted to share at all in his companionship had been his two servants man and wife who had come with him from England. , Two years from tho time of his com ing to this valley, he was found mur dered in his bed. The two servants were missing; and, as everything of value, that could be easily carried away, was missing also, it was evident that they were his murderers. U xne House had stood empty ever since; and now, for several months, the neighbors had declared that it was haunted. Many of them had seen and heard most frightful things while passing there af ter dark, and there were few who had mot rather go three miles out of their way than pass the old Winstead Manor in the night time, i The autumn night had set in dark ana stormy, and in one of the rooms, in the second story, of the old Winstead Manor, were half a dozen men, five of whom were seated around a table at one end of the room, engaged in play ing cards. They were rough, coarse looking men, and, from their dress, which somewhat resembled the British uniform, they were evidently Tories. The other was a tall, powerfully-built young man, about 20 years of age, who was clad in the Continental uniform. He was restlessly walking up and down the room. -"Frank,' said one of the Tories, turn ing from the table and facing the young prisoner, for snch he evidently was, i'-joxi and I were boys together, and I 3ove you yet. Now, why can't you give up your foolish notions and Join us? "You are our prisoner, and if you don't -we shall hand you over to headquarters -in a few days; while, if you join us, your .fortune is made; for, with your bravery .and talents, you will soon dis tinguish yourself in the royal army, and after the rebellion is crushed out your course shall be rewarded by knighthood and promotion in the army. Now, there ore two alternatives; which do you choose?" "I have told you once before, Albert Sherman," said the young man, firmly, uthat I had rather bo shot down like a dog, than be a traitor to my country." "Well, good-night," said Albert Sher man, rising from the table. "I hope to hear you talk differently to-morrow. You cannot escape from this room ; and if you call for help, yon will only frighten people away, for we have taken particular iiains to make them think this house is haunted." And, followed by his four companions, Sherman left tho room. The sun was shining in at the win dows when the prisoner awoke tho next morning, Rising from his hard couch on the floor he found a loaf of bread and a jug of water, which had been brought in while he was asleep, on the table. After finishing his frugal breakfast, he went to the window, and, opening it leaned out. Fortv feet below him was a wide river, and beyond that was a primeval forest, the foliage of which was now dved with the googeous hues of autumn would be doing a most charitable act if you -would only aid me to escape." The girl opened her magnificent dark eyes wide in wonder. "And you are not a ghost?" she asked, a slight doubt perceptible in her tone. "Do Hook like one?"' returned the prisoner, laughing. "As I have never seen a ghost," re plied the girl, with a saucy smile, "I am not certain that I am capable of judging of such a thing." "Oh, believe me, fair lady," exclaimed tho prisoner, in a voice of mock en treaty, "I am mortal!" "Shall I enter the enchanted castle and unlock the door of your prison cell?" asked the girl, in a merry tone. "No," said the prisoner, after a mo ment's thought; "it would not be safe. Although I have seen nor heard none of the Tories this morning, some of them may be lurking about the house. You had better go home and send, at least, half a dozen of your neighbors to my aid. Tell them to come armed, for. if the Tories are not here now, they are liable to return at ! any moment." "I will do your bidding, Sir Knight of the enchanted castle," said the girl; and before tne sun reaches the zenith, you shall be free. And now,5 she added, with a gleam of merry mischief in her eyes, "before I bid you adieu, let me introduce myself to you. I am Mis tress Marjorie Howland, the only child of Colonel Howland, whose plantation is about a mile up the river." "I am pleased to make your acquain tance, Mistress Marjorie," returned the prisoner. "I am Francis Talbot, and my home is in Trenton." The girl made a low courtesy, in ac knowledgement of the introduction; and then, taking up the oars, she rowed up the stieam and soon disappeared round the bend in the river. Two hours later a boat, with eight armed men seated in it and two stalwart negroes at tho oars, shot down the river. As the craft neared the old manor. Francis Talbot waved his hand from the window, and the signal was at once re sponded to by one of the men in the Thnnf. , . . ? " uiiu Bourse signs, uan you wo can avoid it. ine next instant Francis" heard one ioye ime a nuie, iuarjone .' hasn't got enough brains or office to of the windows below him opened, and There is no lightness now, only deep, deserve the title" and in the next he is a man, whose voice he recognized as loving tenderness; and stealing a saucy a poor palsied old man who is gradually iook up at cue grave lace, Marjorie dying of envy and starvation, and we as3.: ... . , , , shall have to foot his burial expenses Are you sure that gratitude had -when does go. The other week we nothing to do with it, Capt. Talbot?" mentioned our private gravevard and You have not answered my question jt3 five occupants. This so ex'cited the J? ' ,ayS Wl yoU be mj 17lfe' Jealousy of the old relic of the seven- Marjone . teenth century that he borrowed a re- And I am sure she answers him yes; vnlvor and took- ft frin iirnnnrt town vns- for next Christmas eve there is a wed- terday in search of blood. He finally ding at the Howland mansion, and Capt. tnn-nA m nf rnl ATnHrMPVon'.. "nicrrror Francis Talbot and Mistress Marjorie Indians asleep in tho sun, and opened Howlana are made husband and wife. , fir nn lii fmm flisinn nf fnm- foof. He didn't even wake It was a dangerous undertaking, but off. Thev came here with the avowed she has done what eight men failed, to intention of doing business without the accomplish this forenoon," said Colonel aid of the Kicker. None of them called Howland proudly. at the office, and they had no courtesies At the urgent request of Col. How- to extend. We advised the people to land, who found that the young man stay away. On Friday morning, seven was the son of one of his old college members of the gang entered our office chums, Francis Talbot remained a week to demand satisfaction. They didn't at the Howland mansion ; and during know it was loaded. It was, however, the Revolution he was a frequent, and and when it went off seme of the bird always welcome, guest in that hospitable shot got in on each and every one of the household. j gang, and we had to tap one of the end- J men with an ax-helve in addition. WTe Five years have passed since tha haven't any one in tins town who makes events recorded above occurred. York- a specialty of digging lead out of tho town has been fought and won, and the human system, and at noon they slarted flag of liberty has been unfurled over a for Tombstone to give a man there & free and happy nation a nation with "week's job. Hie jacket! which is Mexi its history yet before it, with only its can for saying: "The Kicker is always darkest and yet most glorious record loaded." traced indelibly on the annals of the, We Told You So. Six week ago a world. Ihe beautiful Indian summer man named Scott opened a grocery has gone and unow lies white upon the store on Comanche street, and when we ground and we find Marjorie Howland casually dropped in and mentioned the sitting alone in her father's library. f fact that the Kicker was the best ud Her book lies unnoticed in her lap, her ' vertibing medium in the West, he didn't gaze is fixed abstractedly on the blaz- enthuse. We knew there was some ing logs in the large, open fireplace, thing wrong about him, and we sent hi3 xne aoor opens suddenly and a servant description to the sixty-four sheriffs announces, "Captain Talbot." and chiefs of police who are constantly For a moment Marjorie loses sight of in communication with us. everything but a tall figure in tho quaint I Last Thursday, just after we had Continental uniform, and only heara ' gone to press, a detective arrived the old, light tones say: from Louisville and collared Mr. Scott, "Will the good fairy who released the who is a defaulting county treasurer, soldier from the enchanted castle wel-, He has left us, and we bought the come him as he .comes back from the stock of groeeries at about twenty-two ""ajL?" cents on the dollar. Had Mr. Scott ad- With mock gravity. Marioria mve.4 , vorffsprl ho wnnlrl dmihtlAis have built him her hand and bids him welcome. I up a large and profitable business, but "Marjorie," he says, earnestly, as he he took a wrong view of it and will retains her hand in his, "do you know probably go to State prison for fifteen or that I have loved you ever since I first twenty years. SJ$ ffmi ? PrionTtdow in the Poon 0ld Palsy !-We never refer old Winstead Manor? It was certainly f o fom,.n nnn fhn ctf. if a case of love at first sight. Canyon wo can avoid it. In the first place, he the car. She was told it wae obIj a dream, and that it could have no bear ing on the telegram whatever, aa the telegram had only stated that tier nephew was sick. When the ladies changed cars at Bar nett for Macon a friend of the Macon lady came in the car, and in the presence of the Athens lady, told that the nephew had been shot, and in very much the same way that the dream had been recounted. Savannah News. Albert Sherman's, sane out "If you approach three yards nearer we'll shoot you. There are fif teen of us, and we have plenty of ammunition and can hold this house against a hundred men for a month." I At the conclusion of this speech, one of the men in the boat raised his rifle to his shoulder and fired. The ball passed within two inches of Albert Sherman's head. The shot was immediately replied to by a volley from the house; and, with a groan of agony, one of the negroes fell to the bottom of the boat. "We cannot help the young man now," Francis heard one of the men in tho boat say. "We will only throw our own lives away if we try to rescue him." Then one of the men took the negro's place at the oar, and the boat was pulled rapidly up the river and was soon out of signt. With his last hope of escape gone, Francis Talbot paced up and down his prison room all the long, dreary after noon. None of the Tories came near him. It seemed as if the whole world had forgotten him. The sun sunk be low the mountains in the West and left I the river in shadow. Twilight merged into darkness; aisd. as the- moon rose above tho Eastern hills aud shed its silvery light over the sleeping land cape, he apriroacbed the window and gazed out upon the sparkling- surface of the river. A small craft glided noiselessly down the stream and paused beneath the window. Its only occupant was a small, girlish figure; and as she gazadupat the window, Francis recognised the pretty, delicately-chiselled features of Marjorie Howland. She motioned for him to stand? aside, and, as he obeyed the silent command, something flew into tho room asd fell to the floor. Picking the object up, he found it to be an arrow, to which was fastened a slender thread. Drawing the thread into the widow, he found it fastened to a strong; cord. The cord, which was in turn drawn into the window, was tied to the end of a stout, knotted rope. Francis lost no time in making one end of the rope fast to the leg of a heavy oaken table; and then, grasping the rope with his hands, he let himself out of the window and descended to the boat. "Do not make any noise," whispered the girl, as ho seated himself in the boat and. took up the oars. "The Tories are in one of the rooms on the other side of the house. I saw their light as I came round the bend." Francis plied tho oars with both skill and strength, and soon the frail craft shot round the bend and out of sight of the old manor. Then, resting on the oars, he said : "Mistress Marjorie, I thank you for what you have done for me to-night tli redskin im. h'ot Quite Hopeless. ana judge Tallman. who objected to so There are various way9 of estimating much noise around his house, went out His traze. roaming listlessly up the words cannot express my gratitude : but nver, lell upon a gayiy-pamieu. uuuw u small pleasure craft, which appeared to lm emntv. driftintr slowly down the a man's worm and standing. An old gentleman who had evidently been quite indifferent to the fact that one of his summer boarders was a learned wo man, and had written several books, openly expressed his admiration when she went into the kitchen and made some excellent biscuits. "That's what I like, a woman that knows something worthwhile!" remarked he, on sitting down to tho supper table. The author of "Winters in Algeria" depended on as slight an event t demonstrate his own common sense to his Algerian guide. "Now, Milond," saiSI, "why dtpyou not educats trie girls.-' - "Oh, tba-girls are of no consequence! Tbey can So housework, and wash the pavements of the mosques but they are good for nothing. All tha misfortune in the worlth comes throtigh women. and drove poor old palsy away with a broom. We are sorry for him. They say he cried while going back to his one-horse alleged newspaper, and no wonder. He should never have come West. He came, as we ascertained, to evade arrest for bigamy, but he should have taken seme other route. When nature fits a man to-raise holyhocks in New Jersey, he has no business coming West to try to raise that other product. Not His Fault. A numbers of our townspeople have expressed tho hope that we would pitch iuto Dr. Staghorn, the popular druggist, for killing old man Slew by putting up arsenic for quinine in a prescription. We shall do nothing; of the- sort. The doctor has not only increased his advertising one half this weebr but has subscribed for five copies of tho Kicker to s'end away. They are to blame for everything that While this of course does not influence goes wrong, ancLiI a husband gets tirotS jn the iBasfc) we a!OW from personal oi a-roieiie nasjbpercect ngni, io sen observation that the doctor is a very her away." "But, Miloud-, yea are net enlight ened, according to our views. Yotb need to mako a trip to ous northern) countries, whore-yon will fiad that II am noSthe only.- one to upholdthe rights, of women.!' busv man;, and that the room m his store is limited He has no choice- but to keep many different sorts of pow der in the same drawer and it is only to be expected that a mistake should hap pen now nndltben.. Furthermore, who was old Slew, any- Jie stopped snort in the road, andl how? A lacv, dissipated vagabond,. with ha forefinger to his foreh3ad, said, whom the boys would have hung in the- graveiyi. ... course of a few weeks- at best. . In foofc- "Really,. monsieur, it is incompre jng bis funeral expenses the doctor has hensibla;you look like an intelligent- shown him&olf in various ways to be man, and seem to know a great many 0ng to that elass wanted in this town things, and judga-of them in a sensible to build it up. manner just as I do but I do noimnder- No ExTKA eirAKGK.In this issue we stand how you can talk about women in. pul)lisll the n particulars of two exe thisway, cutions, one jail delivery, three shooting To change the-subject for a moment aff one higinvav robbery, two fist I asked him for my overcoat and re- fights, three dog fighfe, one found dead, marked. that the evening was growing a drowning accident the arrest of a chilly. As we had been walking fast, I road tho deatbs of two Mexicans tnougmr m pruuent to pus tne garment, m the late blizzard and the stealing of on, and gave my rsasons for avoiding' the cold. Miloud evidently saw in my remarks, some signs of reasoning power,, aud flattered me by saying: Ahy that was just what A was going Judge Sprout's four-mule team. The thing down tha street which colls itself a newspaper, arid talks about its lightning press and its wild-eyed corps of editors from. New York, has, to match all this, a cooked-up account of a fight to tell you, that you should put on your Tjetween a jaekass rabbit and a govern overcoats Did you think of that your self? You have indeed, some good1 ideas F Exchange. stream as if it had broken away from its moorings and floated on aimlessly. As the boat drifted nearer to the mansion, the prisoner saw a young girl about fourteen years of age, reclining upon some cushions comfortably ar ranged in the bottom, so that she could enjoy a day-dream as she floated down the stream. The boat drifted directly under the window, and then the girl sat upright in the bottom of the craft and looked around her. . ,.,., "OhP she exclaimed, as if slightly startled, "I am drifting right up to the old manor 1" The heart of the prisoner gave a leap of joy. "Good morning," he cried. The girl gazed up at him, too startled to reply. "Do not be afraid," said the prisoner, noticing the look of surprise and fear in her face. "I am in a most distress ing situation. I huve been decoyed into this house by a party of Tories, and am now a prisoner here; and you ment camel, with its- editor for the sole spectator ancLreporter. Is it any won der that the- peophj of Arizona can't I 7, I mi r i "wait fr the Kicker to be issued each He TCas Willing to Bet That the-Lord weekt and that do2ni3 of them r00at on Took Jio Offense. our door-steps all night Wednesday "Parson Jingle jaw, I think you take & night to gat copies the first thing vrrriTicr viftw of the situation. Relicion. Thursday mornina? All this and no did you not realize the great risk you I should never be made a matter, of con- extra charge, and no hand-bills ont an were running .' ere you not alraid venience. Now, for instance, you-never. nouncing that anything unusual vas of being discovered by the Tones T omitted holdinc church service merely going on ! Detroit Free Fress. because it wasn t convenient for you to do so, did von?" "Suttinly, sah! Suttinly." "It must have been a very unusual occasion, surely." , "I hain't 'hyin' dat, but1 it's a bottom fac', all desame. Yes, sah! jes fo'teen Yes," confessed Marjorie, with down cast eyes and blushing cheeks, "I was afraid ; but I could n o t bear to remain idle while you were in danger of being taken to the British headquarters, where you would probably be hung or shot for treason against the king. Jly father was Tragedy Foretold In a Dream. Some time ago there was a lady from j Macon visiting relatives in Athens. &ae had been there about a week when she suddenlyreceived a telegram one morn ing from her home in Macon saying eoinpr to raise a larce party of men and mont pkto a liarrveane eam M-lnncr m' her neniew was quite sick. storm the old manor to-morrow, but I lifted de chu'eh ober inter Rabbleshack On reading the telegram the- lady was afraid it would be too late then. "I owe my liberty, if not my life, to you, Mistress Marjorie," said Francis; "and I assure you I feel my obligation, deeply. While I live tho memory of your noble kindness to me will not be Valley, erbout sebenteen miles ercrosa country, an' as it warn't convenient fo1 de congregation ter git rabid transum 'commerdations ter dat p'int, a'n needei war it convenient fo' de lambs ob de faif eben ef dey war Baptists tei suddenly srrew pale, and appeared un duly excited about the news received. She did not speak, however about it until she was'leaving Athens on the Georcia Railroad. Then she told an other lady from Athens who accom- effaced. But," he added, glancing stan jn de em'ty wackyum an' sop up pauied her that on the night before re down at a beautifully carved bow which fle ekernockshal juice dat wuz acomin' ceiving the telegram she had a most lay in tne oottom oi the boat, -you are aown. whv. Timipa an rtnrfn' .locrWc frierhtfnl dream about thissame nepnew. quite an adept at archery." I laid aside 'cordin' ter de convenience. She said that she dreamed he had be- "Yes," she said, taking the bow in her I hand; "my father presented this how to I me on my twelfth birthday, and I have practiced occasionally with it ever since. It was given to him years ago, by an Indian chief." Colonel and Mrs. Howland, who sup posed that their daughter was safe in. Ps -willin' fr lav rin Min'M, . enme enmired in a row with one or two checker ergin a las' year's cowcumbei other men, and had been horribly shot dat de needer.: j-iora name tnK no Icm7;ers Gazette. erfense Beware of a purely intellectual life. This is not a think-world merely, it is a real world. and fatallv wounded. The frightful vision was so impressed on her mind that she could even at that moment see her nephew shot down like a dog, anu i bleeding on the floor. The sight made her sick, and the ladv almost fainted on A River Fiend, In a very entertaining article entitled "Some Legends of the Old St Law rence," contained in the February num ber of The Neio England Afagazine, J. Macdonal Oxley writes as follows: Retracing our course somewhat, and doubling the Gaspe promontory, we find ourselves in the Bale des Chaleurs, whose entrance is guarded by the Island of Miscou, than which no other spot, not even Anticosti itself, has borne a richer harvest of legend. Tales of marvglous monsters, and traditions of war, famine and shipwreck, and harrow ing human suffering, abound. Once it was a very prosperous fishing center. but that day has long since passed, and now only a handful of French Cana dians eke out a miserable existence, aided by the harvest of wild hay which grows upon vast meadows daily over flowed by the tide. According to Gov ernor Deny, the island possessed in his time that is, 200 or more years ago a notable natural wonder, which is thus described : "A few hundred yards from the beach there spurte from the briny sea a gush of fresh water as big as your twoilsts, which retains its freshness for a space of twenty yards, without in any wise blending with the surrounding salt liquid, either at high or low tide. The fishermen come there in boats to fill their casks, and draw it up as if it were from the reservoir of a fountain." And Mr. Lemoine, vho is still with us. avers that the truthfulness of the old Governor's narrative has been vouched for to him by seafaring folk frequenting those shores. But the most famous and far-spread legends of Miscou are those connected with the Gongou, concerning which mysterious monster we had better 'let its first chronicler, Champlain, speak for himself. I translate the following from his Voyages: "There is," he says, "a wonderful thing here, well worthy of mention, which many of the natives have assured me is a fact, to-wit, that near the Baie de3 Chaleur lies an island, upon which dwells a monster with the form of a woman, but of dreadful ap pearance, and of such a stature that the top of their masts would reach only to her waist. They describe her as being appalling. She has devoured many of their number, and continues to do so, putting her victims, when she has seized them, in a huge pocket, which some, who have been so lucky as to escape from her oreadiul clntcnes, describe as being big enough to hold one of their vessels. This monster is constantly making horrible noises, and bears the name of Gougou, and when the natives speak of her it i3 always with bated breath and trembling lipsi. Yea, the Sieur Prevert de Saint Malo,. while on a search for mines, assures me that li9 passed so close to the lair of this dreadful creature that he and all on board the vessil heard the strange hissing noises she made, and that the natives who were with him told him that was indeed tho Gougou and were so terrified that they hid themselves wherever they could, dreading lest she had come to- bear them off. lam of the opinion," continues Champlain, by way of judgment uMn the evidence before him, "that the island is the residence of some-demon whfch takes delight in tor menting the-people in that way." ATE WITK BIS K3IFE. lVJB m Bine Blood Was Off. i A thick-sat, early faced man who (boarzihd a Madison avenue oar down .the other day was- followed by a wild eyed our dog, which slipped past the .conductor and hiii behind his master's (legs. All was peace for about four squares. Then a very digniaed, middle-aged lady hailed the car and took a seat in the center of it on the right- . hand side, followed by a poodle, which the conductor may or may not have seen. Tha- car had scarcelj started whefl' the poodle began a tour of in- 'vestigatioa under the seats. He found the wild-eyed cur without much hunt ing, and only about ten seeonds was wasted in "sass" Before the passen gers could! realize what was going on the-two dogs rolled out into the aisle, with, the ur evidently having? things aU hi?, own way. "My darling- my Benny he'll be killed L"" shouted the owner of the poodle, as she sprang up and seemod about to faint.. "Call off yotsr cur!" shouted a man who ro6 up from the rear of the car. "Somebody part 'em J" screamed three or four women, as they clambed upon the- seats. "The pood hain't got itaa sand of a hartf' muttered a telegraph boy who iwas closely Matching the- proceedings. The dogs fought to the rear end of the car, followed by their respective owners, and their as the eur was trymg; to shake the hind legs off the poodle, the conductor tumbled both of them off the platform into the mud. They sepa rated at once and scurried in different directions. The frigid lady had now recovered her presence of mind, and she turned to the conductor with: "Conductah, stop ibis cah! I wish to alight. It is the last time I shall evah take a cah on this line!" As she got off the owner of the wild eyed dog reached the platform and said: "Conductah, hold this cah-ah until I can descend. The next time I desiah to go up town I shall chartah a eah all by mvself-ah V And as he got off on the left and moved for the sidewalk the passengers said they wouldn't have missed the show if the tickets had been placed at half a dollar each. New York Sun. An OMTuaer Teaebe Ia Toaa-Mm alem. ' A little boy, dressed in home-madei clothes, sat at table in acheapres-i taurant He was evidently hungry, fori he ate with hurried energy; and, find-1 ing that the two-tined fork wa3 no fib agent for his keen demand, he threw ia aside and took up the broad-bladed knife. A man sat at the same tables His clothes declared him to be a frel quenter of a more expensive hostelry but his face spoke of habits that were likely at times to compel him to put up with the humblest of fare. When the boy began to use the knife as a convey ance of food, the man gazed at hjin foj a moment and remarked : "You live off in the woods somrTinrQ I dare say." ' "Yes, sir," the boy answered, looking up brightly, pleased at having attracted the man's attention. "I thought so." "Live way out in the woods," tho bojt added as he lifted a piece of pie on the blade of a knife. "Have aheopof fun, out there, too. Me and Jim he's my cousin caught four rabbits the otheq day and skeered another so he won git over it for a month, I've got a dog named Rip and you bet ho can make 'em move. TJncle Ben give him to mo a long time ago. He ain't even afeeid of a snake, nuther. One day last fall while we were cuttin' corn, a great big, old rusty snake run out from under tha fence an' lit out for the creek tkatwasn'i fur away, and Rip he took after him,' but didn't ketch him before he got to the creek. The old snake run into the water and Rip ho bounced in after hin and gathered him right up in his mouth jj and then they had it, and the snake hd i tried to bite Rip, but wasn't any use,' for Rip had him dead before the old snake know'd it." "No doubt that you have a great deal of fun." said the man, "but there are' other things that aught to be thought about. For instance, you ought to' learn how to act when you go away from home." The boy looked up with a puzzled ex pression on his face. "How learn how to act?" he asked. "You ought to learn not to make a. gentleman's hair rise on his head learn, not to souse a knife into your mouth; when you are eating. If you have a father he should tell you not to eat with! your knife." "He's got a father," said an old mant that had been standing a short distance' away. "I brought him in here just now to get a bite to eat," continued the old man, advancing and standing near the table, "an' I didn't think he was! goin' to interrupt nobody. Yes, he's! got a father, but his father don't know' so mighty much, mister. I mout have' hearn something a long time ago about it bein' wrong to eat with a knife, buti let me tell you that a man that has toj watch the weather to see if it is coin' toi rain on hi3 hay, anrhas to watch out tot see that he ain't beat of his crop- by al cut-throat mortgage,, ain't ap' to ricol-l leek all the little things ho hears aboutj eatin'. It is about as-much as he can do to git something te eat, an' then let all hands eat it as they please. Otjf "$ course it was all light from your stand-1 v p'int to talk that way to ihe boy, but ij am sorry that you have hurt his feelin'sr fur this is the fust time he ever was in town, an' he won't have so much confl-f dence in himself hereafter, an' a boyS that has his confidence crushed isr mighty ap' to be cowed all his life. If -i come to town yesterday mornin', an'! while I was"standin' on the street I tuckv out my pocket-book to see how muchl money I had left, and a feller snatched the money an' run awayt I hollered f an' yelled, an' a policeman caught the j feller; an' this mornin' I had to go to the' court to 'pear ag'in him. Well, while I was waitin' for my case to bet called,, there was another trial goin on. A mighty nice-lookin' man had been drawed up before the judge. Seems that the-nice-lookin' man had got power ful drunk the night befors-, an' had stood on the street an' yelled, an' had knocked a man down for nothin' in the world but jest to see him falL I reefcon you know who that powerful nice lookin'" man was, mister, an' I jest want to say this, after doin' the way you havoi eittin' drunk an' knockin' folks downr I don't think you are the proper ( man to hurt a little boy's feelin's jest because he don't know any better thanj to eat with his knife." ArkansatOf Traveler. "What 'nd you gentlemen of de press wot makes de papers do ef it wasn't for us gentldraen of de jres3 wot sella de papers?" was the pertinent inquiry of a small newsboy of a newspaper pro prietor the other day in this city. Philadelphia Times. Goorge Eliot's Wire: The blunders that are made in regard1 toIiterary people by those who should' know better are absurd enough, but; those who have had no opportunity to inform themselves in such matters can , go-even beyond these mistakes in droll errors. ' At an authors' reading recently given L in Boston for the benefit of a workiugf girls' club, there were present a num-i Ber of working girls who have for the most part small chance to keep them selves informed of the history or per-t j. sonality of authors. Among the readers was Mrs". Maudf Howe Eliot, daughter of Mrs. Julia; Ward Howe, and author of several! novels; When the reading of her selection came, one girl was overheard! to say to another: "Aintshe lovely? Tm awfully glad; to see her. I always did want "to seel George Eliot's wife." The confusion of ideas in the speaker's mind between the living authors off America and the departed novelist ofj England must have bean pretty com plete. tfTacnous Humor." Having been informed that Darwin, kept a copy of "Innocents Abroad" constantly by his bedside, Mark Twain, when Darwin's Biography was pub-J M lished, procured a copy to see whatj "" might be said about" himself. He searched it through in vain. The only possible allusion to himself was the. statement that, in his later years, Dar-i win suffered from a species of atrophy! of the brain, which incapacitated him! for the enjoyment of any decent liter ature at all, and compelled him to seek; mental rest in the perusal of trashy! Lit norels and "vacuous humor." The joke, for once, was decidedly against Mark. ' I --G