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Two lover* by * niooi-grown spring— They loaned Holt cheek*together there Mingled the dark and sunny hair. And hoant the wooing thnuhea sing. Oh, budding time T Oh, lovo's Meat prime T • Two wedded Irom the portal slept; The Iwlla made happy carrtdiuga. The air wa* toll as tanning winga. While petals on the pathway swept. Oh, pure-eyed bride! Oh, tender bride I 'two lacee o'er a eradle bent Two hands alx>ve the bead were loeked; I'heee preaaed each other while they rooked; Three watched e lite that love bed eent. Oh, solemn hour! Oh, hWilen power f Two parents by the evening Are; The rod light teU about their knees. On hiads that rose by slow degrees Like buds upon the ldy spire. Oh, patient lite! Ob, tender strile! The two still sat together there; The red light shone about their knees. But all the heads by slow degrees Had gone and leit the lonely [air. Oh, voyage lust! Oh, vanished [mat' The red light shone shoot the floor And auulo the space bet ween them wide; They di ew their ebairs up side by side, Their pule cheeks Joined, and said "Once more !* Oh, memories' Oh, past that is! Ciorgt UlicL WINNING GOOD LUCK. As the rreat clock in the counting room of Baronc Brothers, hankers, ■truck five, Mr. Ruius Warner, chief bookkeeper and confidential clerk, looked up at it musingly and closed his ledgers for the day. It was time now to go home; but be did not remember any one day of his life that had ever been so short. Bince he had unfolded his morning paper and read, with considerable amazement, n cer tain small advertisement, be had been in a state of happy perplexity and blissful castle-building. "If.this should meet the eyes of Rufus Warner (He had read it twenty times or more during the afternoon) If this should meet the eyes of Rufua Warner, who remembers Joey Trexler. he will hear of something worth know iog by addressing Toaquo A Tarbox, At.torneys-at- law, Chicago." Two or three of the other clerks said the advertisement meant that be was about to "strike a streak of luck." But who was Jcey Trexler, tbey asked. And that was just whul pcaxkd Rufus Warner: Who was Joey Trexler? In the evening, though, after he had shut himself up alone in his room, and sat down before the open fire, in dressing gown and slippers, it occurred to him. Joey Trexler! Why, of course, be re membered him very well. How stupid be had been not to recollect him sooner 1 Hi had met the man long ago, when he, Itufna, was fifteen year* old, and coming up to the rity the first time. He was not likely to forget that period of his life. The day was a chilly, lone some one, late in November, and the roads were frown and rough, so that the lumbering old stage-roach in which be rode from Perry ville jolted at every turn of the wheels. He remembered, too, bow dreary the fields looked, with their tall bunches ot cornstalks dotting them here and there, and the leaves on the trees were all turned and falling along the roadside. About dark it be gun to snow a little, and Joey Trexler (be was the driver) lumped down from his box and lighted the lamps at the ■ides of the coach. Thai the other passengers—two old gentlemen and an old lady—drew the bnflalo robes abont them and gave up ta king some time. As for himself, he had enough to think about, while he sat huddled in one corner, watching throngh one of the windows the flicker of the lamp at that side and the gathering gloom without. By-and-bye, however, ooeof the old gen tlemen disturbed him. "Going fur?" he asked. "Maybe I on oughtn't to fali asleep," " I am going to the city," Kolas an swered. "I am not asleep." "Going to the city, arc yon? Well, now, that's quite a piece for a lad like you to you alone. Folks live there?" "No." The coach jolted along some distance before the man spoke to him again; and it grew darker and darker, so that they could not see each other very plainly. After a while, though, the old gentleman attempted once mere to start conversation. •• Belong down in the country here somewhere, I roppose?" he inquired. " In Perryvilie," Ruftm returned. "Tour father keeps itor* there, asaybe?" " He is dead." "Dead? Shawl I'm sorry to hear It. Mother Bring I™ " No." The coach lurched. tb mww b)w ajainst the windows, aad the lamps •hot up an intra flat "So you're au orpkmnT"said the old lady, in a sympathetic tone, from her •earner " Yea, ma'am." Here tlio conversation ended a second time; for the horses wore now seeking their way in the dark, and the coach swayed to and fro, making it necessary that tho occupants should guard against being thrown from their seats. Rufus. tired and weary, wondered if they would ever reach the end of tho journey. He dozed once, in spite of the uncomfortable condition of things, and awoke with s start. Then tie dosed again iti earnest and dreamed vaguely. Now ho was in his room at home; and his mother was standing at the side of the bed, looking down at him. Next, everything was confusion and the house wns filled with the neigh bors. Somebody was telling him that it was an auction, and that they were selling all the furniture; that his annt in the city had sent for him to visit her until he got a chance to live somewhere else. Finally, tho old house seemed to be rocking with tho wind and the win dows were rattling very loud; lights were dashing here and there, also, and people were calling one anotlior. Sud denly he felt himself hurled to the floor and heard a frightful crash. "Whoa, Bess! Whoa, I say!" It was the voice of the stage driver, calling to his horses. Rufus wns wideawakenow, and In an instant was aware that the coach had tipped over. The two old gentlemen, tho old lady and himsolf were all in a heap together. " Don't any of you move!" said one of the men. " I've got a bold of the door here above us, and can throw it open." He did so in a moment and crawled out. His companion, after groaning much and declaring that his legs were both broken, managed to follow; and then Rufus extricated himßclt from the robes, and helped them assist the old lady to climb out. She was much fright ened, and had such difficulty in stand ing that the two old gentle in< n forgot their own aches at once, nnd carried Ler to a house a rod or two up the road, where a light glimmered. Ituius, inthc meanwhile, hurried to unbuckle the harness that the floundering horses, which the driver was bawling at from some place where he had been thrown. "That's right, ly! That's right!"he ( ?aid. as the horses sprang to their feet. "Now give me n bit of a hand; for something's the trouble with my left leg and I'm gittin' drefTul weak." Rufus, alter taking off the unbrokm lamp on tho upper side of the coach and ligh'ing it, discovered that the driver wns pinned down in the snow by a part of one of the wheels, which was resting on his legs. "There, that's it! Lift ag'in. my boy, with ail your might!" the man said, seizing the wheel himseif, also, and, with a great effort, dragging his limbs free. He had scarcely achieved this, though, before he fell back in a swoon ; and Ruftis, holding the lamp over him, saw that his ankle had been cut snd that it was bleeding frightfully- But, instead of being scared and running away to the house for aid, Rufus took off a knit scarf ho had about his neck and tied it around the driver's leg, just above the wound, as tight as he could draw it. He had read somewhere that this was the way to check bleeding from a vein or an artery, and he had the satisfaction im mediately of seeing tho appliance take i fleet and the blood cease flowing so rapidly. Then, exercising his wits still furt her, lie rolled the man on one of the buffalo robes ami dragged him over the snow to the house. In the end it turned out that Rufus' promptness probably saved the driver's life; at least, the doctor, when he arrived, a half hour afterward, said as much. Hut it all slipped out of Rufus' mind the next day, as soon as he reached the city, with its crowded streets and whirl of excitement. Once only before had he ever been there, and the noise bewildered him for awhile. Standing alone In the busiest part of one of the great thoroughfares, he watched the people coming and going, until he became very homesick. He felt poor and in* an. too, dressed in his coarse country clothes; and it did not seem as though he ever could find any chance to earn his living in the city. In the evening his aunt told him that lie ought to get one of the newspapers in the morning and look through tho adver- | tisements of wnuU. This he did with mnch eagerness, and, after an&wrring two by letters, he selected one vacancy to apply tor in person. A lawyer wanted a boy to tend his office and run errands. Rufus thought, as be hurried along tho streets, that he would be able to do that, and more also, perhaps, if the lawyer would only give him the opportunity. His hopes, though, of obtaining even a trial expired instantly as soon as he ascended the first flight of stairs leading to the office named in the advertisement. As many as a hundred boys were already there waiting for the piaoe; big and small, some g d looking and others bail-look ing, some well dressed and some rather shabbily. A tall, slim gentleman, with a prominent nose, red beard, and sharp eyrt looking out through spectacles, passed vp and through the crowd, and, taking Rufus by thearm, drew him inside the office. •'Ever been in any office before?" he asked, sharply. " No, sir," Rufus answered, timidly, " But-" " Never mini any 'buu.' Just answer my questions. Are you well acquainted with the city?" Rufus was compelled to answer nega tively again ( upon which the man said. abruptly, that ho would not do at all, and motioned him out. Going down the stairs ho felt a lump risein tils throat; but he set his teeth together firmly and looked straight ahead. On the sfdo walk his thoughts were diverted a moment or two by atsisting an old lady Into an omnibus, and gathering up her bundles for her politely; and then he walked on—he did not know where ex actly, nor care. Very lightly, however, is our destiny sometimes seemingly buffeted about. A word, an act, or a look even frequently changes the whole course of our lives; and by bis sligh courtesy to the old lady Kufus found out the next day that be bud won not a little good luck. After wandering about the city all the morning, quite disheartened and lonely, looking in at tho store windows, resting in parks and wandering how it ever came nbout that he should be in sueh clrcum- Btances, ho returned to his auit's. Drenry enough it was there, though, in. her prim little parlor; and, wanting something to take up his attention, he turned to the morning paper, and read the advertisements again. One particu larly attracted his notice. " A banking house desired a bright, honcut boy as messenger. Address T. O. Box 1308.' Kufus sat down at the center-table and wrote with much care a carefully worded letter. Then he destroyed It, and wrote another, and still another, until he was satisfied he had done his best. His father had taught him never to halt do anything, nnd he remembered now all his good advice. From his ex piricnce at the lawyer's, moreover, ho wns aware that thcro would be a great ninny letters besides his, and be knew that, it he did not make his excellent, no attention would be given it among the Others. And so it proved when, on the following morning, lie stood in a private room of the great banking-house [ of Harone Brothers. " A great many answers, my boy, a great many," said the kind old gentle man before whom he waited; " but I have selected yours and one other as the most worthy of our notice. The other lad—yes, yes, let me see," looking at a letter he held in his hand, while Kufus grew nnxious. "He hns the advant age of being familiar with the city and is well recommended." There was the old lady just over by the fire that Kufus had helped into the omnibus the day before, and smiling a pleasant recognition nt him at this mo ment. She went across to her husband and whispered a word or two in his ear, which settled the choice a*, once. In ten minutes more Kufus was cn his way hack to his aunt's, one of the happiest boys in the city. That was the begin ning of his employment with Barone Brothers, bankers. One day, three years afterward, it happened that Kufus was intrusted by the firm to carry some documents to n gentleman living in a small village near the State capital. As he did not arrive j at the end of his journey until late he j was obliged to remain in the village over night at the hotel; and it was at this time that he won ids next good luck. While sitting on the hotel piazza. in the evening, his atten tion was attracted by an aristocratic looking gentleman, who was pacing to and fro on the gravel walk at the foot of the steps, with n troubled, anx ious manner. By-and-bye a man arrived on horseback, for whom, it seemed, he had been waiting, and both immedi ately came up on the piazza and satdown " Give yourself no fmther uneasiness,, Mr. Wheeler," said the new-comer, in a low tone. " The legislature is sure to pass the Brower bill to-morrow. It is all arranged, beyond doubt." "And you arc sure that Barone Brothers have no wayoffindingitoutf" tho anxious gentleman nsked, dropping his voice almost to a whisper, and look ing around suspiciously. " Yes, as sure as anybody can be." Kufus had not been an intentional listener; but woen he heard the name of his firm mentioned his pulse began an extra heat & two. The Brower bill! What was itP He had never heard of it liefore. Kvidcntly, though. Barone Brothers ought to be informed that it was about to come up before the legislature. He went down on the walk and strolicd around, trying to decide what to do. The nearest tele graph office was at tho railroad -lation. about three miles away, and it would not he open at that time c.f night But he must be over there by three o'c.ock in the morning, sure; tor the operator would be on hand when the early ex press passed. That was his determin ation, and his message was: "The Brower bill will pass to-day. Perhaps Barone Brothers ought to know It. Rurus." Sitting up in bed and rubbing bis eyes, old Mr. Robert Barone read tbe dis patch, with amazement, just at day light. Perhaps Barone Brothers ought to know it I Goodness! He would say they had 1 And he jumped out of bed in a hurry. It meant that a new rail road was to be* incorporated, and the firm held bonds to the amount of a million dollars, which they must not think of selling now. Rufus Warner was a valuable clerk, and should be advanced, with doable salary, from that day. Seven years later, on the night when tb recollection of Joey Trexler brought to mind these errata which bad hap pened since be had seen blm, Kufus Warner recalled that little stroke of fortune with the Brower Bill as the best affair that bad occurred In his favor so for. Could be ever forget his interview with the head of the firm, on hi* return from tho journey P Tho remembrance of it Rave him pleasure, after all the year* that had panned. Ho got up out of the easy-tbair in which ho wan Hitting, and walked about tho room, flushed and animated. The time had come, perhaps, when some thinß Htill more lucky wan at hand; but, for the world, ho could not guess what It would bo. "If you ever want a friend, my boy, call on Joey Trexler," the old stage-driver had said to him, thoußh ho had never thought of it nlnco. " You've rid a bare-backed horec rnißhty pry iwo mile in this ere storm, for a doctor; and I shan't forgit it." It wan Thursday morning when Kufus Warner discovered the advertisement, and answered it an directed. A week from that day the following dialogue took place in Harone Brothers' priva e ollico: " Wal, wal, bless my eyes! Bo you're that young shaver I took up from Perry ville ten years ajo?" " YCH, Mr. Trexler. I am Bufus W arner." "Wal,now, you've got to'oca man be fore I'd a-beliovcd it. 'lhcse gentlemen here tell mo, 100, that you've stuck to it and worked up to be their head cltrk That sounds well. Tho way to be lucky is to make yourself lucky. That's it. Keep a sharp look out, you know," rubbing his hands and smiling good naturedly at Kufus and then at the bankers. "I've been out in the West ten years and have done pretty well in land, you see. Something rather hand some, maybe; and—look a-here, young man—" Mr. Trexlcr's face grew sober; and, going over to Kufus, he whispered in his ear loud enough to be heard a rod distant: " I've been talking with your em ployers. and supposing—supposing, you know. Joey Trexler |U*t gives you a little lift to a partnership, eh? Is it agreed f (live nie your hand, my boy! j (live mo your hand!" Kufus put out Uis trembling hand, jll agreed. Henry Claj's Bog. Mr. Clay bad a fine Newfoundland dog that was presented by an admiring I friend who lived in Nova Scotia. The dog was very intelligent, and the " Sage of Ashiand "trained him with his own hand to perform a number of wonderful tricks, one of which is as fohow*. In one of the pastures in which Mr. Clay allowed his finest stock to run was a line well, with a large trough attached, by means of which the cattle were sup plied with water. The water was drawn from the wed by the bucket and spindle system, but it required a great deal of mnnual labor to keep It in opera tion. To avoid this Mr. Clay con structed a small treadmill, attached it to the spindle ot the well with an iron crank, and then trained the dog to walk the treadmill. In this manner the trough was kept constantly filled with water, and the clever dog became so aerustomcd to the performance that without the necessity of being bid,7he made it his duty to watch the well con stantly and see that the trough always had in it a sufficient supply of water to, keep the coppers of the blooded stock cool. Mr. Clay loved the dog. and win very fond of watching him go through the performan-c. Ho would always have the performance exhibited to his visitors, and when the good old canine finally gave up the ghost, he had him respectably buried, and erected at tbe head of his grave an elegant marble slab. Remedy for Freezing. If any part 'of the body gets fmxen the very worst tiling to do is to apply heat directly. Keep away from the fire. Use snow il you can get it; if not. use tho coldest possible water. Cast winter our little boy of five years froie bis .foot while out coasting at considerable dis tance from the house. He cried all tbe way home, and tho ca-c seemed pretty had. I brought a big panful of snow and put his feet into it, rubbing them with the snow. But my hands could not stand the cold. I was alarmed to see him keep his feet in the snow so long, but bo could not l>ear them out of it. It was half an hour bcfcre he would take them out, and then the pain was all gone, and when I had wiped tliem dry and rubbed them a little he was entirely comfortable, put on his stockings and shoos and went to play. He never afterward had ally trouble with his feet on rooount of this fretting. His sister got her feet extremely cold, and put them at once to the fire. Her case at first was not so bad as her brother's, but the result was much worse. Her feet were very tender all winter, and she suffered from chilblains. Her toes bad a swollen, purple look,and she had to take a larger sise of shoes . American Agrimlturxtt. Colts should never be shod at a old. The feel increase in sine with the rapidity of other parts of the frame, and hence the fettering with iron is sure to produoo contraction. It is soon enough to put on shoes when the colt has reached two years. Good sweet milk contains one-fourth more eugar than butter; this sugar turns to acid, and if this acid is too much de veloped before churning the coveted aroma is destroyed. Corn is being bc rned as fuel In the looom >tiV'*s usjd on tbe St. Paul and Chicago road. Word* ol Wisdom. Censure is tho tax a man pays to the public for being eminent. Trust a man to be good and true, and if he is not yotir trust will tend to make n im such. Knowledge is proud that he knows so much, wisdom M humble that he knows no more. Grout graciously what you cannot re fuse Hafely, and conciliate those you cann X conquei. Nothing, except what flows from the heart, can render even external man nere truly pleasing. If we would notfallinto things unlaw ful, we must sometimes deny ourselves in thingH that are lawful. He who shows kindnes- toward ani mals will display the name character istics towar his fellow-men. It Is with you as with piants; from the first fruits they bear, we learn what may be expected in the future. Never reflect on a past action which was done witli a good motive, and with tie be st of judgment at the time. Man wastes his mornings in antici pating ids afternoons, and wastes his afternoons in regretting his mornings. Truth, justice and reason lose nil tin ir force and all their luster when they arc not accomplished by agreeable man ners. There are beads sometimes so little that there is no room for wit, some times BO long that there is no wit tor so much room. I)o you wish success in life ? Mate ! pcreevcrance your bosom friend, experi ence your cider brother, and hope your guardian guiius. As the shadow follows the body in the splendor of the fairest sunlight, so will the wrong done to another pursue the soul in prosperity. How many amusing and ridiculous scenes should wo witness if each pair of men thnt secretly laugh at each other were to do it openly. The true wealth of a community lies in the integrity of its citizens, and it* ! chief honor arise* from the possession of great and true msu. False fri nds are like our shadow - keeping close to u* while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade. He who is strong in love stands firm lin trials. As I am beloved by Him in times of prosperity, so too I am not ill | loved in times of adversity. Wit is brush wood, judgment timber; the one gives the greatest flame, the other yleids the durahlest heat—and both meeting maice the best fire. There is away of lookii.jr at our daily lives as an escape; and taking the quiet return of mom and evening a* a salva tion that reconciles us to hardship. If you do not wish a man to do a thing you had better get him to talk about it, for, the more men talk, the more likely are they to do nothing else. What a man believes, lie will do; and if he has no faith to guide his practice and impel film to action, be will only drift—and no man ever drifted into a good and useful life. Wit. bright, rapid nnd hjasting as the lightnirg, flashes, strikes, and vanishes in an instant; humor, warm, and all embracing as the sunshine, bathes its object in a genial and abiding light. Cornels as They I'aed to Be. The comet ol ISiS was "so horrible and dreadfui, and engendered such ter ror in tbe minds of men thnt they djfd, some from fear alone, others fiom ill ness engendered by fear. It was of im merse length and blood red color; at its bead was seen tbe figure of a curved arm. holding a largo sword in the hand, as if preparing to strike. At the point of this sword were three stars, and on eitber side a number of axes, knives and swords, covered with blood, among which were many hideous human faces, with bristling beard* and hair." Tbe comet of 1456, too. was so very dreadful that by order of I'onliff Calixtus 111., "Ave Marias" were repeated three times daily in all the churches with the additional words "Oh, Lord, save us from the Devil, the Turk, and the Comet." Again, Lucan records that the " darkest nights were lit up by unknown stars, the heavens appeared on fire, flaming torches traversed in all flec tions the depths of space; a comet, nlis! fearful star which overthrows the powers of tbe earth, showed its horrid hair." And when Constantinople was besieged by Gainas. "so great waa the danger which hung over the city that it was presignified and portended by a huge, blazing oomet which reached from heaven to tbe earth." An Interesting Fact. From a paltry seventy-five cents' worth of iron ore may be developed, it is said, 95.60 worth of bar iron. 910 worth of bone shoes, 9180 worth of table knivas, 9® 800 worth of fine needles, 999,480 worth of shirt bnttocs, 9900,000 worth of watch springs. 9400,- 000 worth of hair springs, or 99,500,000 worth of pallet arbors (used in watches). Colonel Ironside, who lived in India early in this century, islatus that be met in his travels an old whits-haired man, wlio, with one leap, eprang over tbs back of an enormous elephant flanked by six camel* of the largest breed. It is a terrible cold wave when she ■wings her handkerchief at your rival. The Pes. The |wri la almplo, yirt sublima! It writna Ita wUjty on the And M-.iida it (town the utrmm ol time In ttMteemen'* lorn—ln mirmtrel*' rhyme— Aa ocboei ol the paiming q;e. It, too, hu power to crown i kind, And uncrown kinti in realm* ol earth' iiy lilted Anger it can bring A word to ailenoe, or to alng An anthem ol imra >rlai birth. • 'I be luater ol the a word i* dim Ib nide the luater of the pen; The mountain'* crown, the ooetn'a run, Kcho the nniveraal hymn Tb'il 111 la it bigboet among men. HUMOROUS. What do fish scales weigh ? The bent pre*# ever made—Two lov ing nrmti, fame i ilke a pig with a greased tal. j —hard to hnr.g on to. Bur* wheat cakes are considered the I best kind of a liver pad at present. A lady is always athletic enough io i jump at an offer of marriage.— Salem j Ihmosrat. Passing around the hat is one wsy of j geting the cents ofhe meeting.—tialur \ day Night. A cat in a strange garret is not half so much frightened as a bachelor at a sewing soeietv. 80-pc, a Montana Indian convicted of murder, denounces the lawyer who allegedly defended him, as "Too much talk; heap fool." "Which we wish to remark," as the shipper Baid when he requested the re ! turn of goods which were addressed to [ the wrong party. "Oh, that's one of his failings !" re marked a business man, when he was [ told that a competitor had again sue j cum bed to the pressure of hard times. Ifchl ! It don't make any difference which end of the year you write first.— Notion Globe. Ali right, then; here goes; Kno-jtbgiedna derdnuh neethgie, ] —Notion Journal ol Commerce. A scien tides! ly d ispos'd con tern porary has discovred that burning the bung hole of a gerosene barrel with a red Lot poker will cause the barrel to dis apptar.—Syracutc Standard. Father Time is pictured as an oid and bald-headed gentleman ; hut he manages i to skip around quite lively, all the same, in spite of b<ing handicapped by agri cultural implements Picayune . " Now I understand," said Oldenborg with a sigh, after vainly trying to get a view of the stage over the bonnet in front of him; "now I understand what they mean by jthe 'height of fashion.'" I lotion lYawript. Different persons have different ways |of looking at the same thing. Grumble ton remarked this morning in lugubri ous tone*: "A wretched day this!" "It's the rery best in the city!" was NoxY cheerful rejc inder. Bottm Tron ;xrtpi. " Weil, you are the biggest goose I ever saw!" exclaimed Jones to the partner of his joys and sorrows. And Mrs. Jones smiled upon him with a seraphic smile as she remarket): "Oh. Jones! you are such a sclf-forgetfu. darling!"— Boston Trantrrip . A minister overtook a Quaker lady and politely assisted her in opening a gate. As she wasa comparative stranger |in town, he said: " You don't know, per ! haps, thai lam Mr. . Haven't you | heard me preach?" " I have heard the* try," was the quick rejoinder. Asmart little boy was asced by a gen tleman: "Tell me. Henry, what will ; make you completely happy?" " Five cents!" he answered, promptly. The gentleman gave him the money. " Now give me five cents for my sister,'' said Henry; "she makes me divide!"— Fhila lUlphia Sun. A genius proposes to invent a process to illuminate the human head by charg ing each particular hair with electric ity. When that time comes a man who has wasted his substance in feasting and riotous living can raise the wind by renting himself out at half price for a street lamp. And torchlight processions during political campaigns will be lew expensive. The is old. but it will bear repetition: " I want you to put a new pair of heels to these boots," said Dr. Ipecac to the shoemaker. "Why don't you do it yourself, doctor ? " asked oid Waxends. "I?" said the doctor, in astonishment. "Why. yes. Does not the good book say, 'Physician. heal tbyseif ?'" He raised his eyes from the paper and letting them tall upon her with a look full ol tenderness said: "Only think, Angelina, it takes twenty-seven min utes to go through the Mount Cents tun rel!' "Why, George!" He read on further, and added, " But the ears are lightedt" "Oh!' she exclaimed; and a great cloud of disappointment over spread the roseate tinge of pleased sur prise that bad suffused her fair young face.— Boston 7Vtuuortp<. No wonder a man hates to have his picture taken. When he gets seated lb# a photographer tells him to look perfectly natural. So the fellow makes a des perate effort to twist his face into ita natural expression. Tbs effort gene rally results in aa expression like unto that of a mad man trying to look cross eyed and plan n murder at the same time, and when be test the picture be thinks that if it looks natural be must be too mortal homely to have bis pkv ture lying around. And he doesn't submit to the process again In a hurry.