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GIVLEB & C100K3, Pabliihera.
.X have shot my arrows and spun my top.
And bandied my last new ball;
I trundled my hoop till I had to stop.
And strung till 1 get a fall:
I tumbled my books all out of the shelves,
And hunted the pictures through;
I have flung them where they may sort
And now I have nothing: to do.
The tower of Babel I built of blocks
Came down with a crash to the floor;
My train of cars ran over the rocks
I'll warrant they'll run no more:
I've raced with Grip till I'm out of breath;
My slate is broken in two.
So I can't draw monkeys; I'm tired to death
Because 1 nave nothing to do.
Maria has gone to the woods for flowers.
And Lucy and Rose are away
After berries. I'm sure they've been out
for hours,
I wonder what makes them stay?
Kcd wants to saddle Brunette for me.
But riding is nothing new;
"I was thinking you'd relish a canter,"
said he,
"Because you had nothing to do."
X wish I was poor Jim Foster's son.
For he seems so happy and gay,
.When his wood is chopped and his work Is
all done,
Witji his little half hour to play;
He neither has books, nor top nor ball.
Yet he's singing the whole day through
.But then he is never tired at all.
Because he has something to do.
American Homes.
A cool gray aud sweet neatness with
in, and a world of rampant glory with
out! Cordelia Brown had been brought up
Sl Shakcress, and this was her Califor
ziian home. Everybody was thunder
struck w hen Joel .Brown proposed to
and was accepted by prim "Sister Cor
delia," as sho was called by everyone.
Though Sister Cordelia had years and
years ago forsaken the community life,
etill the early training was much in evi
dence, even to the quaint and spotless
When the first froth of it had blown
off, everyone agreed that after all it
was not an ill-match. Joel was steady.
Sister Cordelia was the quintessence of
steadiness. Joel Brown was nearer
fifty than forty, and assuredly Sister
Cordelia made no pretense to youth
Again, their farms adjoined. There
fore it was all as it should be, when
Cordelia transferred her bits over to
Joel Brown's, his residence being about
twice the size turning her house into
a drying place. Joel himself bad ever
been neat as wax, but now the whole
surroundings shone with a purity that
was immaculate. - Joel had a touch of
romance in him; he stroked his silvery
gray chin and said:
"What do you want most that I can
buy you? Something out of the ordi
nary, you understand."
Cordelia understood it was to be
the wedding present, since before they
were married she had persistently re
fused to accept any memento whatso
ever. After much deliberation she re
"Mister Brown, I guess that as ye
feel ye must be extravagant for once in
your life, I'll take the finest sprinkler
and fountain hose ye can find.
So Joel bought a length of hose and a
gilded nozzle that took her breath
away. She bad secretly sighed many
years for half such a length, and as she
directed the Etream on the golden
fruit until every orange shone like a
golden ball in its setting of deep green,
she murmured: "My! but 1 hope such a
length of nozzle is not sinful."
However, Cordelia was Cordelia still,
and two things she would not counten
ance, viz.: the twirling whirling foun
tain attachment to the wonderful hose
and the other Joel's colt.
Joel magnanimously changed the
first to a steady triumphant matter-of-
fact spray, which played nightly on the
tiny lawn that was a part of the trim
glory of the place; but the colt ah.
there was the rub! It was Joel's weak
ness, his one weakness he doted on a
bit of good horseflesh, and this colt
was a colt of pedigree. It had a famous
racing sire. Had it been branded on its
.silken coat with the word Sin it could
not have been more an object of silent
condemnation to Cordelia. To her it
was the carnal representative of the
pomps and vanities of this wicked
. world. Joel was not unmindful of it;
but the colt was the colt!
Tractable and gentle as a kit len.led by
a little halter it would run by the side of
Joel, as he drove to market. It even
sought with soft whinny to woo Cor
delia as she passed the paddock in her
clean gray dress and white cap; but
Cordelia never turned her bead. Joel
smiled softly to himself, yet respected
Cordelia's notions all the same.
The colt grew apace. The neighbors,
mea and women, also respected Corde
lias notions insomuch that the very
-few men friends of Joel would wait un
til she had passed on to meeting before
Iiey strolled over to Joel's to "hev a
look at that colt.
It was whilst Cordelia was away that
the colt was first "broke into harness."
Little breaking was required, for by
-Joel's methods "Enid (for such was
the colt's name) seemed to understand
it was a proud promotion and behaved
accordingly. ,
When the evening came on. after the
day's work was over, Cordelia, like a
picture of placid rectitude, sat on the
porch, the spray sprinkling the grass;
and then would Joel, harness the little
colt and drive away for an hour, return
ing to devote himself to Cordelia and
his reading. By his suppressed jubi
lance Cordelia knew the horse was act
ing magnificently and realizing all
Joel's dreams of a colt with such a pedi
gree. "Land's sake. Mis Brown, said Miss
Field, a neighbor with a lisp and a sniff,
"they do say as Deacon Morrow's horse
as he gave one hundred and fifty dollars
gold coin for, ain't no livelier than your
colt, an' if it comes to a trade, yourn
might be the better in the long run."
She awaited Cordelia's answer with
her usual sniff.
Cordelia crossed her hands and said
"Miss Field, I don't hold to colts, no
how." "To be sure to be sure to be sure,"
said the Miss Field, as if pacifying on a
subject upon which Cordelia was rabid.
Yet, all the same, the next week Miss
Field took occasion to remark:
"Mis Mo rrow seems to look down on
all others as small potatoes, now her
husband lets her drive a blooded hoss
to meeting not that you want to hear
of hosses, anyhow. Do you 'low as
your colt is as speedy as Deacon Mor
row's?" "It is Joel's colt, not mine."
. "To be sure to be sure. Well, you'll
be at the camp meeting next Sunday?
This was prime cruelty, and Cordelia
knew it as such; for Cordelia must
either ask Joel to drive her there (Joel
never went to church or meeting), or
else she must ask a ride behind Deacon
Morrow's blood horse. Cordelia was
still Cordelia; but more. Cordelia was a
"Yes, I'll be there. Mr. Brown will
be for driving me, I guess."
"To be sure to be sure. I hope it
will be profitable to Mister Brown. He
has my prayers. Some people do say
as how they don't see for the life of
them how ycu came to marry an un
converted man, anyhow."
"There are conversions through the
heart. Miss Field, and there be only
conversions through the tongue. Miss
Miss Field hastened to inform her
friends that Cordelia, to her mind,
"was back-sliding for one of Cordelia's
pretensions, seeing how as she even
dressed different, to show different,as it
might be."
"Mister Brown Joel, I should like
you to drive me to camp meeting next
Cordelia had closed the spray: Joel
had laid down his book he was dream
ing. Mother earth was cool and sweet;
the scent of orange blossom was in the
air; an orange fell on the ground with a
happy little thud of content. A whinny
from Enid completed the calm peace of
the place.
Joel was sensible that it was a grave
"Yes, I will drive you there, of course
but but Cordelia, I think that old
Betsy's lame; anyhow, if you kin bring
your mind to it, I will drove powerful
slow with Enid."
Enid heard her name and took a high
stepping little flourish round the pad
dock. Cordelia sighed gently and was
silent for a few minutes.
"'Joel, I am minding if it does not hurt
you to drive her, it will not hurt me to
be driven."
This was the nearest to a love speech
that Cordelia had ever made to Joel. The
barometer of Joel's humor rose corre
spondingly in fact, Cordelia had to
say aloud to preserve her own cool equi
librium: "Men are that foolish, they
be no better than a boy with a bag of
nuts and a new pocketlcnife, if any
thing happens to please them.
Having made up her mind to it, on the
Sunday she dressed with more than
usual precision, as if to make up in
neatness and spotless attire for what
ever of the vanities she might thus be
countenancing. Joel Brown was true to
his word, and as Deacon Morrow passed
them with his high-stepper, Cordelia
felt quite comfortably sedate. Miss
Field was enjoying the back seat-of the
deacon's rig, and gave a friendly, pat
ronizing little nod to Cordelia.
Enid behaved like the lady of high
pedigree she was, and beyond a shake of
the mane as the deacon went by, also a
suspicion of impatience at the slow
pace, she went to the camp meeting
most becomingly.
Joel Brown also behaved most be
comingly whn there, and allowed him
self to be alluded to as "a brand from
the burning," without the usual twinkle
at the corners of his mouth. Cordelia
felt she had passed through a crisis sat
isfactorily, and no doubt, would have
been her own placid self had not Miss
Field, with her little lisp and sniff, re
marked, as Cordelia was stepping into
the buggy, that of course she would
want to be getting off, so as to get in
before dark; Deacon Morrow had no
call to hurry, as the horse was that swift
no doubt the deacon would pass them
on the road, so they need not say good
night, etc.
The air was sweet and refreshing: the
first evening breeze wafted over them
like a benediction; for the day had been
a hot one and the exhortations fervid
Womanlike, with the grateful breeze
came a relaxation of her nerves, and
Cordelia gave vent to a remark most
"techy" for her after a camp meeting.
"Miss Field car act as aggravating as
a spoiled cat."
With that she was relieved. And as
Joel tucked in her dress from the dust
and after awhile asked her if she didn't
think she had better have her shawl on,
Cordelia was at peace with herself and
the bea utif ul world again. A wide good
road opened np before them for a long
stretch. Enid seemed to scent the Pa
cific breeze, her delicate nostrils ex
panded, she seemed to be dancing on air
for a minute or two.
"Easy, Enid, easy! She smells the
sea and wants a little run to ease off a
bit," Joel remarked in explanation to
Cordelia, but without allowing Enid to
break a step. "Whoa, Enid, steady,
slow, now slow now, that's it, that's
it. She's pining for a run. you see."
"Well then let her run a bit."
Cordelia added the latter as a saving
grace to her conscience and no one
was in sight.
"Well, jest a breath then," said Joel.
"We'll slow up again after. All right,
then, Enid ah! so gee up, then, ah!
my beauty, that's it. Gee up so, there's
a pace there's a step there's grace."
Cordelia, after her first fright was
over, was experiencing the most en
chanting exhilaration. The trees ap
peared to fly past. It was delightful,
especially as no one was a witness.
"Nay, Enid, nay, nay, now, that's
But Enid was pricking tip her cars and
Jole turned round:
"She's as sharp as a needle she
heard them that's behind sooner than I
did. Steady, now, no, no, you've had
your little go. You'll keep quiet now."
"Who's that behind?"
"It's Deacon Morrow. Slow, steady,
Enid! She hates to let anyone pass her,
especially that hoss of the deacon's.
Nay, Enid, you'll act pretty now. There
that's a beauty slower slower!
She hates it like poison!"
Joel drew to one side. With a mighty
flourish, and Miss Field calmly triumph
ant. Deacon Morrow flashed past them.
Enid trembled and shook again, with
repressed ambition, as the deacon's
equipage receded in the distance.
"She do want to go!" said Joel apolo
getically. .
"Well, I guess we're going slower
than we've any need to," said Cordelia.
"But if I let her go she'll want to
pass them, and she will be wuss if she
don't and they are pretty far oC"
"Then let her pass them, it cannot
hurt, for once anyhow."
"All right, Cordelia. Let 'em have it,
says I. All right, Enid up! There,
ah! my girl, go it, ah! so so-up there,
She flesv like the wind, nearer, nearer
to the deacon's rig. Cordelia tried to
preserve her wonted calm, but instead
had to hold on to her shawl tightly.
"Gosh! you sprung on me, Joel!"
shouted the burly deacon asthey passed.
"Couldn't hold her in," yelled Joel
back. .
Now that they had distanced the
other horse, Enid seemed more content
to take things easier. Cordelia was ex
cited, but did not know it. She felt the
thrill of that swift rush past the enemy.
When again she heard the other behind
her, Cordelia this time turned to see.
"They'll pass us," she ejaculated,
"We'll let them," said Joel, thinking
to please her.
Nearer and nearer; the deacon was
putting his horse to its pace.
It passed.
"Good night," blandly called Miss
Field in triumph.
But Enid was not to be put on one side
like this, she could not understand such
folly, and the Lord knows what would
have happened if Cordelia had not ex
"Let her go!"
"Let her go, Gallagher!" replied
Joel ecstatically: for it had taken all
the repression in him to hold Enid
Nearer, nearer! The deacon looked
back and urged his horse, and thus
urged its speed on ahead. Enid needed
no urging. She was mad with joy at
the chance of a race quasi or genuine
Gradually they gained on the deacon.
"We'll pass them yet," said Cordelia un
der her breath, and Joel, stupid owL be
gan to apologize for his inability to
check Enid under the circumstances.
"O, go on!" said Cordelia excitedly,
and Joel went on.
They came even with the deacon. It
was no occasion now for salutations and
ceremonies Miss Field was engaged in
holding on. It was neck and neck. Only
those who have experienced it can un-
understand the tingle of it all.
The deacon yelled, his horse an
swered with a grand sweep that left
Enid yards behind. Then Enid showed
all that was in her and sped over the
ground like some swift fabled creature
It was for the palm of victory, both
horses knew it, as well as their mas
Enid was gaining again, oh, so slowly
to Cordelia, who could see Miss Field
while she was the slightest degree in
front of them.
Gaining, gaining! Cordelia felt her
heart thumping as it had neverthumped
before. Nose to nose! Enid was first.
The deacon, by a shout, urged his animal
to its utmost. For oie moment Cor
delia thought it wouU overtake and
win. -
"Joel Brown!" she cried, "ef ye can
not win give me the reins and I will
win myself!"
And Enid won.
After they bad run down, their own
little st?retch of lane, and had drawn up
in front of their own house, Joel helped
her to alight, Maying, grimly:
"Cordelia Brown, it s uncommonly
like horse racing you've got to answer
"I'll answer for it," she responded
promptly. "I'm just going to give her
the biggest apple there is in my bin.
There, Enid!"
As she stepped over the neatly coiled
hose she said, drylj-:
"Joel, e may have to fetch that
twirlagig fountain back, yet."
And Joel grinned.
Thus passed into the annals Sister
Cordelia's Sunday race with, sequels
and sequels. Overland Monthly.
The Almost Fatal Error of a West
ern Miner.
"The narrowest escape I ever had in
my life," said Mayor Macready, of Little
Kock. "was out near Yuba, where I was
helping to work an old claim with a
number of other Forty-niners, One
day, expecting some important mail
from home, I asked a new man on the
diggings for a mule to ride over to the
post office.
"'All right, said my friend; take
the lop-eared fellow with burrs in his
toil, grazing up there on the hillside.
"I found an animal answering this de
scription, and was soon ou my way to
the post office, when I heard a great
clatter of hoofs behind me, and a lew
minutes later I found myself surround
ed by half a dozen Greasers, who were
excitedly talking in a language I could
not understand. Before I could say a
word they had a lasso over a limb and
my head as a target for their guns, while
they led me forward and adjusted the
"My thoughts came like a whirlwind
in this extremity. I meant to fight, but
could not, for the noose was getting
tighter around my neck. Just before
I felt myself sinking into oblivion I
heard another clatter of hoofs, two or
three guns were fired, a lot of talk went
on I could not understand, and then
I felt some whisky poured down my
throat. When I came to I learned that
I had taken a mule belonging to some
Mexicans who camped near by, and they
were going to visit Judge Lynch's jus
tice upon me in double-quick order.
Some of the miners noticed their hasty
departure, and surmising the cause, a
rescuing party took after them. The
pard who directed me to a mule with
his tail full of burrs hadn't yet learned
that in that part of the country a mule
without burrs in his tail would be as
strange as a hen with teeth in civilized
lands. St. Louis Republic.
phoning tbe Kfilracy of a Little Ju
dicious Flattery.
Judge Murphy was trying a case in
San Rafael once. It was a murder case,
and bitterly contested. It had not pro
ceeded very far before the attorneys got
to loggerheads. The attorney for the
defense did his best to imitate the attor
ney for the prosecution, and the prose
cuting attorney retaliated with all his
might. Finally matters got to such a
pitch that the attorney for the prosecu
tion turned upon his opponent and
called him down in open court. Judge
Murphy interrupted, saying:
"Gentlemen, gentlemen, this won't
do. This sort of thing is very disre
spectful to the court. This is no place
for such exhibitions. If you gentle
men have any differences to settle, set
tle them out of court.
The attorney for the defense imme-
ditely rose and said: "We have no dif
ference, if your honor please."
"If vour honor please." said the pros
ecuting attorney, "I wish to say that w
have differences. And I wish to give no
tice that when court adjourns I intend
to crack that man's head over there!
Judge Murphy exploded: "How dare
you, sir? How dare you? This is the
grossest contempt of court! How dare
you come here and attempt to terrify
counsel? I fine you $50, sir; $50.
The attorney replied : "That is rather
hard on me, if your honor please. Your
honor distinctly suggested that I should
settle my differences with this gentle
man out of court, and I gave notice of
my intention to do so. That was alL
I have the highest respect and appre
ciation of your honor's judgment in
such matters, and I felt proud to accept
your honor's advice.
Judge Murphy was not proof against
such subtle flattery, and the fine was
promptly remitted. San Francisco
Aphorism m.
When a man claims that he under
stands women you may be tolerably
sure that he has haa experience with
one woman whom he found he didn't
understand. Experience is not always
a good teacher. The man who has'once
taken a sham for a reality is apt ever
afterward to take all reality for shams.
An unhappy woman" turns for distrac
tion to "things; but with a man the
memory of love can be affected only by
a new love. Hence devotion, intense and
sincere as far as it goes, to a fascinating
woman is often only, his surprised
tribute, though genuine in its way, to
her ability in helping him to forget an
other woman who, at all hazards, must
not be remembered. Demand does not
always regulate supply; a lover may
ask for letters at the post office for a
year without getting any. Alice W
Rollins, in Century.
President McKlinley May Opon It
in Person.
Remarkable Interest Taken In tke
Exposition by a Number of Soath
era and Northern Cities
X"Iuns of tbe 'Women.
ISpeolal Nashville (Tens.) Letter!
The progress that has been made at
the Tennessee exposition grounds dur
ing the past week is simply wonderful.
and there is new not the slightest doubt
but that everything will be ready for
the opening day. May 1, when President
McKinley will in all probability open
the exposition in person. ' The United
States government building, which was
only commenced three weeks ago, will
be ready to receive exhibits by April
10, and everything will be in readiness
before May 1. As an example of the
interest taken in the exposition by sis
ter cities it is sufficient to note the fact
that Knoxville, Cincinnati and Louis
ville are now at work on special build
ings. Memphis has completed a most
beautiful structure, and Chicago will
show up to the front with the Illinois
building, that will be a veritable work
of art.
Rhode island and other states will
have their own buildings and the indi
vidual exhibits will be of the greatest
possible interest. Chicago and Hlinois
have set a most brilliant example. The
building will be an exact reproduction,
of the famous Administration buildingj
at the Columbian exposition, one-sixth
the size, and it will be adorned with the)
groups of statuary that graced the
original building and which cost $60,
000. It has been said that this building
will be the cause of many thousands of
people visiting the exposition, as those
who did not see it at Chicago have been
sorry ever since, and those who did see
it will gladly avail themselves of the
opportunity to see it again. The Mem
phis building is a very great attraction.
It is in the form of an Egyptian pyramid
with porticos; the pillars being bril
liantly painted and covered with hiero
glyphics. The various orders or se
cret societies will nearly all have build
ings. The Knights of Pythias and Red!
Men are now completing baodsome
structures and others are to follow.
The attractions in the Woman's build
ing are increasing every day. The
president of the woman's depart
ment, Mrs. Van Lear Kirkman. assisted
by Mrs. G. H. Ratterman, chairman of
the women's patents, is preparing the
most unique exhibition of woman's
work imaginable. They have the life
size figure of a horse, upon which is
a number of trappings invented for a
horse by women. Upon the walls and
on tables are other trappings. There
are several hundreds of these, all in
vented by women. One of the most use
ful is a check rein to prevent the an
imal's getting his tail over the lines;;
this was invented by Mrs. Kate M.
Dean, of Memphis, and it received a gold
medal at the world's fair. Another is
the fly net, to protect the under part of
the horse, the invention of Mrs. Stryker,
of Plainfield, 111., a saddle invented by
a Wisconsin lady, and a stirrup from
Ohio. Mrs. Mary Fourard, of Kalama
zoo, Mich., has invented a rein holder.
and a New Orleans lady has designed a
sun shade. Mary Ingersoll, of Erie,
Pa., has a design for a trace supporter,
and there are a hundred others. The
Knoxville ladies have secured a large
part of the money necessary forthedec-
oration of their building, and elaborate
plans have been prepared for work on
the walls and ceilings.
Among the special meetings of wom
en already arranged for are the follow
May Hermitage Convocation, 4th,
5th and 6th; Artistic Dress, 10th; Os
soli Circle, 11th and 12th; Authors
Convocation, 13th and 14th; Music Con
vocation, 17th and 18th; College Day,
19th; Child Study Convocation, 20th
and 21st; National Council Convoca
tion, 24th, 25th and 26th; Chautauqua
Day, 27th.
October Industrial Convocation, 1st ;
Nineteenth Century Club Convocation.
4th and 5th; Council of Jewish W omen,
fith and 7th; Social Science Convoca
tion, 8th and 9th; Memphis Women's
Council, 11th, 12th and 13th; Watauga
Chapter Convocation. 14th and 15th;
Daughters of the Revolution, 18th and
19th; Art Convocation, 20th and 21st;
General Federation Convocation, 22d and
23d; Convocation of Mothers, 25th and
26th; TheNew Thought of the New Cen
tury, 27th; State Federation Convoca
tion, 2Sth, 2Dth and 30t.h.
The ladie3 of Memphis have also
some very elaborate plans for decorat
ing their building which will make it a
bower of beauty. The wails will be ia
white and gold, with a frieze of lilies.
The window, a large circular one, fif
teen or twenty feet in diameter, will
be put in by Tiffany, of New York. in.
sunset colors, and about it will be
painted sunset clouds. The newel
posts will be of brass, large and hand
some, and on each will be a jardiniere
of hammered brass, containing:
St. 'Joseph lilies, also of brass.
Every cluster of lilies trill bend over,
nnd in the center of each will be an in
candescent light. Many thousands of
dollars will be spent in this work and
every dollar of the money is in hand.
Among the many fine paintings in
their exhibit will be two from the Paris

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