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LIF&S COST.
BTJAXEKLUCK HOI'KISS.
I could iwH at Uwj SM ke bom
Hat by ÄiMHfcw'i WH waili Pv!b ;
A nil 1-eve, only to win that I wight be,
Mut WM Uerc&ucli lorlorn
"With tw ef Weed am iW"t ot agosy.
Siaco 1 c.wwt lire a wwk
Ihn tfe latr lWg mm kwvo w daUlcd ik ,
The joy et atres, bubbling lriijg ami vrelu,
Aad ktrmv wHnaun of lupcaccful davi,
T8WeetflBpalm,ndwÄ.
JVaddl9rirBietot'iJ lÜViJABAnt wars.
I cABot irc fee Trarewjl or lit
Hut w ratut crouch and toll in tortuous cave,
Bowed oa üJcmMlvcä, while day and night la
Of bUckraw wash away their tuitlcM live;
Or blartcd and Kro hit.
Dark lite to darker death the raiser drives.
Kaked , I cannut clothed he ...
Hut worms mast patient weave, their satin
hroud;
The timer trnut shiver to the April cloud,
"Ylelilluf- tils one white coat to kep me warm;
In hop and factory.
IVr me must weary tolling milliona swarm.
With gems 1 deck my brow or band
llut through the roaring dark of cruel was
Some wretch with shlrciing breath and trem
bling knees . , , , . ,
Goes headlong, while the sca-iUarks dodge his
quest;
Then atmydoorhe tands,
.Naked, with bleeding ears and heaving che.
I fall not on ray knees and pray
ajut God must come Ironx heaven to fetch that
And pierced Wands must take ltl)ack on high ;
And through His broken heart and clorcn side
Lore makes an open way
For me. who could not lite but that He died.
n mrfnl zxeetet Life of Mine.
That Gotland man both serve in blood and tears!
O prayers I breathe not but through ether pray
ers !
O breath ot life compact of other's sighs!
With this dread gilt divine
Ah, whither go: what worthily devise?
If on myself I dared to spend
This dreadful thing in pleasure lapped and
reared,
What am I bntahideous Idol smeared
"With human blood . that with its carrion smile
Alike to foe and friend
.Maddens the wretch who perishes the while?
I will away and Und ray God,
And what I ilare not keep ask him to take,
And taking love's sweet sacrifice to make;
Then, like a ware, the sorrow and the paia
Ilieh heaven with glory flood
i'orthem, forme, for all, a splendid gain.
MaoHUkms Magazine.
A CAXr.JTEETIXG 110XA5CE.
i.
u It's too aggravating-, so It is! Dear
me I I wish 1 never fwgot any thing."
." No, no ! for mercy's sake don't" "wish
'jou never forgot any thing ; for then you'd
always have to remember all the disagree
able things that ever liappencd to you in
your life. Believe me, its vastly better as
it la. If we never forgot any thing at all,
then we'd have to carry down to our
graves the vlYid recollection of all the
grief, sorrow, or pain we ever suffered ; ol
all the times we've been snubbed by peo
ple, of all the hateful things that folks
have said to us and about us, and, above
all, of every time in our lives when we've
made fools of ourselves. You will And
that It's much to be thankful for, if you
can forget the occasions on which j'ou've
made a fool of yourself, when you come
to be an old maid, like your Aunt Laetl
tia." Alice Klldare laughed.
"Not much like being an old maid, is
it; seventeen, and already engaged six
months?"
" Well, I was'engaged at sixteen, and
have been engaged three times In ray life,
and yet here I am, an old maid in eye
glasses, and likely to die the same, please
God. Think, now, what a budget of heart
breaking recollections I'd have to carry
about with me the rest of my life, if 1 had
remembered it all. Don' wish you never
forgot any thing. Alice. On the contrary,
thank Heaven we do forget things."
Again Alice Kildare laughed. "Sue
and I are going to have our fortunes told,
Aunt Laetie. Go with us, venerable moth
er, and see that it's done right."
" I can tell vours without Iook-lnc Inrn a
srlobe. of mesmerized water. YnuTl ho nn I
old maid, mark the prediction. You have
the elements of an old maid in your soul
one sort of old maid, that Is." "
"What arc the -elements of an old maid,'
.AuntLaet?"
" Oh ! of your sort of old maid a high
spirit, a bright ralnd.a sharp tongue, and
Ail uncontrollable love of llirtlng. You'll
be the sort of old maid thattokes to Wo-',az
man's Rights and tlilngs-not the rort
Uiat IÄKCS 10 Cai3 anu religion. UnCC
more, mark the prophecy, Alice Esmerel-
da Kildare!"
For the third time, Alice laughed, her
bright, spunky, ringing laugh, and then
clapped on her gypsy hat and went with
lier friend Sue to see Mme. Mlnchauski.
the great clairvoyante sibyl, who could
miraculously see the sliadow of coming
events iu a globe of mesmerized water at
-so much a head.
Alice was betrothed to a slim, handsome,
long-haired college student, who wrote
poetry and had an jEollan harp in one win
dow and a rose geranium in the other, and
meant to go into the literary line a9 soon
as he was donecollegc. Ho was verymuch
In love, and Alice was oh J dreadfully In
love, but that dids't at all prevent this
truthful voung lady from flirting with a
dozen other voung men all at once, and
'tolling no end of white He? about her en
tgagemcnt. She was exceedingly attrac
tive, but not so pretty as she was bright,
piquant, and spirited. At this very time,
when she lay awake nights thinking of
her betrothed, and never went to bed with
out tenderly kissing his photograph, at
Ähis very time she was llirtlng desperately
wrtth Tom Crelghton, her lovers class
mate, a rich man's son who was at home
on a three months' leave of absence,
which had been recommended by the col
lege faculty. JVorstofall. she had al
lowed Tom Crelghton. In the presence of
a third person, to tell her n slanderous
story about her lover, one which she knew
must be false ; and there she sat and lis
tened to it without the faintest attempt to
fleht for hor lover 's, good name, just for
fear Tom Crelghton would think she was
engaged, if she Bald any thing. I don't de
And her, mind you; I tWnk "such con
duct was simply scandalous, and such a
young lady don't deserve even to have
any body fall In love with her; no, not k
she lived to be 1,000. .
"Well, what does the Mbyl sy?'jjked
AuhtLaotle.
"She's a humbug.?' saId,AIloo savarcly.
I'm sorry I went. It'a really silly and
wrong to. encourage such wicked impos-
wrs, oemues,"
This time Sue laughed. "The sibyl
didn't say Allee was to bo married, ana so
she thinks tlw sibyl Is a humbug," said
Sue. We went Into a darkened room, and
In one corner there sat a Httle ghostly,
waTv.looklnir old woman, with irreat hol
low black eyes. She had a glass globe of i
water before her on a little stand. Thc(
water had been magnetized, she said, and
she, being a clairvoyant, was able by her
second sight to see In the water beautiful
pictures, and visions of events to come.
Then she took Alice's lmnd and pressed
It against br forehead, and began to wink
and roll up her great hollow eyes In an)
awful manuer. it was real scarey, Aunt
Leatie. By and by she bobbed her head
about and mumbled something, and. still
with her eyes rolled back and half shut,
she began looking Into the globe of mag
netized water. Then presently she opeu
ed her ghostly looking lip., and in a sort
of slug-song said to Alice: 'My cblld, 1
see pictures of your future spread out
a moving panorama
will have nlentv of
L pee lovers; yon
lovers, and I see no '
picture of a wedding. Strange! There Is
no wedding ring in the circle at the bot
tom of the irlobe. How is this, my child?
f see one dim picture, a long way off In ,
the future, it must be, because it is so dim, 1
and in it 3011 stand up surrounded bvpeo-
pie an: ici me see, iuey aru ciiimreu
around you. and you are greatly changed,
taller, jtaler, thinner, but there is no wed
ding. The water is not clear to-day ; you
must come agaiu. Mercy! what is this?
Here Is a great crowd ; they are making a
noise and looking at two men young
lady, the two men are lighting, and heav
ens! the water turns red; it is blood,
blood! But 1 see no wedding;, no wed
ding. I see blood, but no wedding.'
'She looked so weird and dreadful,
AuntLaet, that I was afraid to ha.e her!
tell my fortune after that. She told us to
come again, when the water was clearer;
and then we came away, and Alice has
been cross since. But I'm sure I wouldn't
go back for any thing."
Whereupon and finally Aunt Laet had
her laugh. " What did I tell you, Alice?
Didn't I say you were to be an old maid?
It was ordained by the fates. Only, Alice,
let me request one thing-of you yea, two
things, come to think. Donryon ever go
to petting-cats, or dyeing your hair with
vile-smelling sulphurous Btufl, when white
hair begins to sneak In around your tem
ples. I'll never will you my teapot or
eye-glases if vou do that."
Aunt Laetlüa, who liked to tease people,
laughed again.
It was the season of peaches and melons,
the roasting season when Idle people hunt
cool places, and devout people hold camp
meetings. Alice went to a camp-meeting
with her father, mother, and Aunt Laeti
tia. Is flire any body here, I wonder,
who doesn't know what a camp-meeting
la like? If there is, let her go to the next
one, add find out for herself.
Father and mother sat up among the
worshipers, close to the preacher's plat
form ; Aunt Lact sat half way back in
the congregation, like one who was doubt
ful In her mlnil. n rür. whotlipr tct Rirmr-
ate herself from the world or not; while !
giddy-pated Alice didn't pretend to sit (
among the congregation at all, but hover-'
cd away back on the extreme borders, .
where the preacher's voice could scarcely
be heard at all. Their position in the ,
camp-meeting audience was an exact ba
rometer of the devotional states of these ;
excellent people, namely, father and 1
mother, Aunt Laetitia, Alice. In point of
fact, the young people oh the outermost I
borders of that devout assembly were flirt- j
Ing with all their might. If you've never !
been to a camp-meeting, L don't mind tell-,
inr you that b what young people most-1
ly go to camp-meeting for. Alice Eme
relua Kildare was flirting with Tom
Crelghton. Her betrothed, the slim,
lon Itaircd student, wa3 coming home to
morrow. "When the cat's away the mice will J
play, and the mouse will play until the ;
very last minute before the cat comes," 1
Alice had remarked to herself as she ad
mired her bright, brunette face in the
gla-5S that morning-.
sbe sat upon one of the rude wooden i
benches under a tree and let Tom Crehjh-,
ton talk soft nonsense In half whispers to ;
er Was all this wicked, of a Sunday, at ,
icarao - meeting? Yes, certainly it was ; "
Dut two-thirds of the young people about 1
! them were helia1ng in the same wicked
! manner. Suddenly Tom Creighton's soft, ,
volce ceased, and Alice looked up
presently to see why. She could hardly '
w'uuuaaj aseue f apiiruaciuiiK
mem ner own Detromeu, uie sum, nanu-1
some student who had been gone a whole 1
year. Somehow she felt dreadfully guilty
as she caugnt his bright, gray eves, it
was such fun to flirt, but dear me!
The slim student passed her with a cold '
bow. His mother was on his arm, and he !
leu ner to a seat up among Uie devout
people around the preacher's platform.
Alice's heart beat a little queerly, and Tom
Crelghton watched her keenly. It wasn't
pleasant, and Alice hated unpleasant
things. Suddenly her betrothed came
mother and left her. He touched his hat ;
to Alice.
" I beg pardon. Miss Kildare, but I wish
to ask you something, In presence of this
person. I may not have the opportunity
again. I may not see you again soon, in
deed." He took a paper from his pocket and
unfolded It.
"Bead that, if you please," said the
slim student to Miss Alice, who by this
time wa3 beginning to be conscious of a
powerful inclination to run away. The
paper contained as exact copy of the
slanderous statements which Alice had al
lowed Tom Crelghton to repeat to her
concerning; her betrothed.
I only wish to know." said the slim
student, with simple dignity, "whether
you allowed this person to tell you the
stuff that is on that paper?"
Alice diu not answer, fene wanteu
yorso than ever to run away, but to savo
her life she could not have gone past that
wrathful gray eye which fixed on her like
a fege gun. j
"Avery short answer is sufficient. cs
or no. Ml; Klldare."
lI won't tell you," said Alice, pouting.
"Do you think you can make me do any
thingl won't do?"
. " Ibegyour pardon," said the slim stu
dent; with icy politeness. " I would not
for the worlcf ask you to do
which is disagreeable to you.
to wish you good morning."
any thing
Allow me
uut as be stnxio away anu
left
them,
Alice didn't like tlie looks oi mm. uon
scquently she flirted harder than ever.
During the dinner recess, afUr Tom
Crelghton hud gone away and lelt Alice.
suddenly there aroc a terrlblo roar and
rumpus in the edge of the womls. Then
there was a pistol shot, and the next mo
ment weru heard cries of 'Trize tight !
"Murder!" "Part 'em !" "Ülve It to
him, little one!"
Those who rushed to the quarter
whence the cries came saw a slender man,
all bloody, and foaming like a wild be-ist,
madly beating and Kunding a big fellow
who was trying faithfully to shield him
self from the blows which were ruining
down upon him. Aud before they could
bo separated the slim student had beaten
Tom Crelghton half to death.
"And good enough for htm, too," said
every body who saw the encounter. "But
whol have thought that slim fellow who
wrote poetry could do It?'
It seems "the two rivals had met some
where in the grove Augry works had
passed between them, and at Just Tom
Crelghton, who seemed to be In constant
terror lest the other would "pitch into
him," the boys said, suddenly drew his
pistol, without a moment'? warning, and
exclaiming, "Don't you come near me !
llred at the slim student.
The blood streamed from the young
man'a arm, and he fell to the ground,
wounded and ."tunned, Tom Creightun
turned to ruu away, hut he had not Itaken
three steps before the slim student who
wrote poetry was upon him. He sprang
up, covered with blood, and lea-Kid madly
forward, with a roar like a lion.
"I'll beat your Infernal head oil." he
howled. " I'll kill you."
He was in a für way to do it, too,
wounded though he wa, when the camp
police appeared and arrested both the
young men in the name of the offended
majesty of the In w. A wicked newspaper
said next uay taut tue pnze-iignters nail a
larger and more enthusiastic audience than
the minister.
That evening this note was put into the
hands of haughty Alice ICddare, who lwd
caused all this trouble :
"I return you your troth. It is noth
ing to me now, because I know it is noth
ing to you. I know uow, too, that women
are iucapable of steady truth and faithful
ness. I suppose God made them so. But
I do not know why it was ordained that a
man shall pour out all his soul, all his
manhood and earthly hopes at a woman's
feet, and for com pensatlon have only the
satisfaction of knowing- ho is a fool. I
shall not return to college, and you will
not see. me again. But I hope you will al
ways be happy."
Alice toek the letter up-stairs with her,
and cried all night over it. In the morn
ing she bathed her red eyes very carefully,
and looked at herself narrowly In the
glass as she combed out her dark locks.
" And so I'm to be an old maid for all
time," she said, very soberly.
That Is the romance of one camp-niect-tnjr.
H.
"Oh! botheration!" remarked Sam.
"Sam Harrington! before Heaven, 1
believe you are the laziest, slovenliest,
crossest, uncivilizedest old bachelor that
ever vegetated outside of a grizzly bear's
hollow tree. 1 can hardly believe you are
ray cousin any more, as I think of what
you were fifteen years ago when you visit
ed us; and look at you now, stout, chufly,
slovenly and rich, carin" for nothing on
the earth or under the heavens but your
nasty pipe. An old bachelor is a disgrace
to humanity, anyhow. Sam Harrington !
I say for the Lord's sake, get up aud put
on this clean shirt!"
Sam grunted. Tlie little woman poked
him energetically in the ribs.
" Your duty to your health Imperative
ly demands it," she said.
Sam groaned. The little lady poked
1dm again.
" By all the laws of reason and logic,
tills duty is pressingiy incumbent on you.
Allow me to put it to you In the light of
public duty which you owe to your kind,
as a member of a civilized community, and
not a Hottentot or a Bed Indian. More
over, I, your cousin, implore you with
tears in my eyes to oblige me immediately
and go and change your linen, and not
disgrace me before the world. There, now,
is a consideration which ought to move a
heart of stoue."
Sam elevated his right foot across his
left knee, and regarded attentively a hole
in the toe of his ragged slipper.
" Oh, pshaw! " says he. "There is no
pest on earth equal to a woman."
"And, besides that, society expects It of
you." continued tho httle woman, punch
ing him with great vigor.
lie arose and slowly stretched himself.
Then he disappeared, and presently crime
back, having reluctantly made the required
change of raiment. But the WTistbands
were unbuttoned and the collar and bosom
terribly crumpled. Ills cousin eyed him
discontentedlj.
" Sec the man now 1 " she said. " And
that beautiful bosom, too, looks as if you'd
been rolling down somebody's shed-roof.
I declare you're enough to drive a woman
mad. Anü you re going to our camp
meeting with us, too, and I -wanted so
much to Introduce you to Widow "
" Drat all women I' said Sam, relative
ly. " Drat all women especially widows,"
" But our widow Isn't a widow at all,
she's a she's an old maid. I don't know
why every body calls her wldow.but that's
the name she Is always known by. She
used to be rich when she was young, but
she was real bright and learned then, very
learned, for a rich man's daughter. Her
father died, they lost their fortune, and
widow had to work for a living. She
came here, and has actually been princi
pal of our village high school for the last
seven years. There never was a woman
held the place lcfore, and thvrc never was
a man who filled It half so well. Her
graduates make the best wives and the
best school-mistresses in the country.
bcliooi-mistre3ses always
wives, Sam. I used to bo
tress myself."
make good
t school-mis-
"Yes," said Sam. "Modest,
you
Know.
"And widow has done an Immeasura
ble lot of good among the girls here. She
has made them like herself, as far as
they've sense enough to lie It brave,
strong, honest and wise. There never
was another like her, Sam. She supports
her mother out of her earnings, and and
dresesllke a lady too," said Sara's cousin,
adding the hist as the climax of ail praise.
"I don't like paragons," said Sam.
"Awful tiresome."
" At any rate, j'ou're Inno danger of
being taken for one yourself," replied the
sharp little woman. " You had the world
I before you, and we were all so proud of!
1 Vttll. mill ll.tll Sllrli IiIitIi limuM nf vnn i
I Vou were going to bo a famous poet, re
, lorm preacher, and the Lord knows what,
I ami you've not been any of It. When you
j die, 1 shall have this label tackc i across
your cutllti: 4 Ho began life as a poet, full
ui jcronu nopes ami aspirations, and ended
by being a slovenly old bachelor, who
mado a fortune in the brlck-prclngbusl-
ness.1 "
" Cousin Mary, let's start to the camp
1 meeting."
1 At the camp ground Sam Harrington
i and little Mrs. Gerty sat among: the devout
part ol the congregation, and listened to
the sermon llko old folks. When It was
over, and they had
lmttrliitä i full tial
all lelt the wooden
i f mill iUniUM!)
I black eyes, and dark, wavy hair, stood up
iHuy, wiiii lustrous
, lacing mum. an agcu muy, wun silvery
j hair and a sweet placid face, leaned on the
other's arm, and the younger lady eareiul-
1 iy simporuni ner uroie steps.
"Ii
; percd
" That'i" widow and her mother," whis-, friends were arranging tliti remains for the
mil gain's couln. " Isn't she lovely V" t casket there appeared unmistakable evi
Sain looked. I Iii line, delicate face was 1 ilrnr. nf n.tiirt,i,.r nr., tu i..i
the least bit faded and tlml-looking. but sf med to them an Inanimate mass of clay,
j not a bit soured or gloomy. Oh, no ! not The ear of an attendant was bent down to
I thv k;lst- 11 ws a dt-ar, true face line, , the side of tho 'dead man,' ami It was dis
I strong, and pure, like steel or silk, or 1 covered that the heart had berunam!n iL
I tuna-ilium ui m:u son. i-iiue jire. ueny iow ami measured palpitations, the pulse
, caught the .choolmUtress' hand. ; throbbed, anil the young man aroso irom
"Widow I" aid she, "this is Cousin j the death shrouds, opened his mouth and
Sam Harrington, a rich, slovenly old l noke in clear mid distinct wordc to tlm
I v ..1.1... .-.A- m. 11,1 , t I
bachelor. 1 wish you'd tike him olf my
hands. Sam Miss Kildare."
" Wh-a-a-t !" screamed he, erazilv.
" Don't hurt my arm so. What did you
do that for?" said .Mrs. Gerty.
'-Mr. ITarringtou and l med Ho know
each otlier long, ago, when I was young '
sain the senooimistress caimi, out with
! an IneJfkble look from her dark, soft
1 fringed eyes. " I met Mr. Harrington Hf
I teem yeais ujro. at a camp-meeting. I have
never seen him from that day to this."
I Then she moved on in a calm, graceful
way, witii a little spot ot quivering sun
shine glancing across her gray dress as
she passed. And the tlrst thing Sam Har
rington did was to look sheepishly down
at his dusty boots, while his face reddened
slowly with the memory of an old
flame
He lalJdils hand on Mm. Gerty's arm.
uousm'Mary. you said a wliiie asro
that 1 mod to be a poet and an enthusiast,
with bright hopes und aspirations, and It , scribed it in language which, to his mortal
had all ended in my being a useless, slov- auditors, seemed extravagant In the ex
enly old bachelor, who got rich at patent . treme. But the revlvlihnl im of tin- vnnnrr
j brick-making. That woman knows why." man was not to continue long, hefore
"Then I am sure you wronged her night ho agalu resigned himself to death,
more than she wronged you. She is the The hotly was kept a reasonable length of
truest, best, brightest woman I ever knew. I time, am? buried on Sunday Iat, the
I do wonder If you are the man she nearly funeral being largely attended. We liave
j rqke her heart about long ago ? I've i written out the particulars of this remark
heard a whisper of that, I'm sure. You I able event substantially as we have heard
. were always too hard aud unforgiving,
Sam." ,
inline -Urs. ueny, romantic as a gin.
watches them narrowly. Mere the old
flames kindling into life again ? Some
times little Mrs. Gerty thought they had
never died entirely out from the hearts of
either. Sam Harrington began to blacken
Ids boots and button his wristbands.
One summermoonlit owning Alice Ivil
dare sat in the porch of the little cottage
In which she lived" with her mother. Sue
was looking down the avenue of trees in
t front, toward tlie west, where the sun
, was sinking ia the glowing sky. Sam
Harrington came slowly up the walk and
'joined lierin the porch.
" Widow Kildare," he said, " I've come
to bid ynu good-by."
"Have you?" said the widow. She
would not ask a word more.
' Yes, I must go back to my muck-rak
ing. Bricks, you know, and clay, and Iur
naces and things. I meant to be a poet
wiien l useu to be in love witii you, liiteen
years ago. Now I am a brickmaker."
Used to be ! That -was what she had
stayed an ld maid for. Her heart was
like lead In her bosom, but she smiled and
said: "After all, a brickmaker is as good
as a poet."
" Are you sure you tldnk that, Widow
Klldare V"
" Yes; quite sure."
" Wouldn't you like to see 'em great
j brick-yards, and the huge furnaces, bak
ing tlie patent uncus oy tue lialMntliion : 7
lcs ; answereu tue widow. i
could tell the school-children about it, you
know.'
S.wi Harrington made a face. Then he
looked at her, and saw that, In spite of tlie
brave, proud head which shelieldup so
stately her face was pale and sorrowful as
face could be, as though she were parting
with a last great hojK!.
And he actually smiled to see it. She
had tortured him bitterly once. He threw
Ids hat across the floor, and sat down on
the edge of the porch at her feet.
"Alice," he said, "why haven't you
leen married? What have you stayed
single all these years for ?"
She looked at him and tried to answer,
but the sound died away in a sorrowful.
Be my wife, now,
...!.... 1 1 ..,... -it . n
A little old-fashioned portfolio lay on
111!!.'. ;41lll I, TL, II!, Mf-UIU Uli lit?,, lllAUI.
ner lap. biie too from it a sup ot paper.
all yellow and creased with age. She held
tue paper toward mm.
Samuel Harrington I You said In this
note that a woman was Incapable of truth
or faithfulness. Will you take it back."
she said softly, "will you take it all back?"
He tore tlie paper into shreds and frag
ments and blew it away through his lin
gers, and I don't know where tho wind
carried it.
"So, please heaven, my hand shall re
move all that gives you pain or trouble as
long as you live. God bless you.tuy wife !
God bless us all I"
In spite of the globe ot magnetized
water, Alice Klldare didn't die" an old
maid.
" There Is no love like one's first love,
after all," said little 31r3. Gerty to her
cousin.
" No, there isn't-that is, If one's first
love changes so as to suit, as one grows
older," answered Sam with a miserable at
tempt at being philosophical Instead of
sentimental.
And that is the romance of the second
cainp-mcctlng.
It Is fortunate for tho Signal Service
that the discussion about its appropriation
didn't come up until the " backbone" was
broken. Had the weather which " Old
Probabilities" gave us during January.'and
February continued, the Service wouldn't
have got a dollar.
r ttri Cft nt-ifl liia lAt'nrvtil ltäit fowt ti 1 1 i
her hands. The brave, proud woman was I nt eman. ny don 't you go
crying. He took one of the slim, cold SJÄJÄ
liandfln both hl own find plenty of game?" "Me find plenty
"AIIce-.I neve? got over it-'hc old ganie up here," said the warrior. "You
hurt olS. 1 Sever got o?er What kind of game, I jdiould like to
the old love cltlier.
KlscH from the Bead.
The i Augusta (Me.) Journal, of March
10, tells this marvelous tale "We have
an event to chronicle that would scarcely
bo .believed were It not authoritatively
vouched for bv competent witnee
1 parties whose testimony cannot well bo
I disputed or 't aside. A youn" man In
the town of Vas.alboro. In this"eotmtv
was sullerlng in the last stages ol con
sumption, the disease which had Insidious
ly aud stealthily brought him to tlie vergo
of the grave. For several weeks he had
been entirely prostrate and uuable to
speak, even to articulate a syllable. He
became so onnresewl for hr:itli tlmr
j attendants were comK-lIed Ui raise the
windows In his room. nut out the tire. and
resort to every inwuis to obtain fresh air.
One day hist week (Thursday, we under
stand,) the young man died. Friendly
hands prepared the poor emaciated body
iur wie uuiiai; uiu me nweuuim
who stood appalled in the death chamber.
; There was no huskiness In his voico ; he
, appeared lively and active; said he felt not
tho slightest pain, bur, to um his own
language: 'I feci just as well as lever
did.'
. "At his request the neighbors were all
called In, who crowded 'tho house for
hours, declaring that the recovery of the
man was equal to any miracle recorded in
the Scriptures. He told this sntrtledas-
1 semblage of his friends and neighbors that,
as he died, all things seemed dark, but
only for an instaut ; his eyes suddenly
opened to anew world, the" real hc-awn,
which had been so mauy times In his
thoughts and given him so much comfort
in his last weeks of pain and sorrow. He
' stood upon an eminence which overlooked
I i III1A UVUUIUM1 IIIUIJI , Uli- nulluni
. ...til Knnltlirill lilnln . ln . . .It!
vat and beautiful
larged vision could penetrate, and he de-
1 them, allowing our intelligent readers tlie
privilege of drawing their own inler-
i enccs.'
taking Money."
"Fay." writing to the Louisville Couritr
Journal of how tnney Is made at the
Treasury Department, says : "Take a 1
Treasury note and look at it. There Is a
fine steel engraving of Washington the
man, not the city In the middle of the
note. In the left-hand corner there is
The landing of Crolumhus.' There Is
flne lace work for the denomination, and
the note has a lace-work bonier. Different
1 artisans make these designs, it is not all
the work of one engraver, for each one has
j his specialty. No engraver can make two
I plates exactly alike, no more tlum the
i same man can paint two portraits so alike
I but what there will be some little shade or
' lino ? nun tliit i!n,s tint itkt til t)u
' other. So. after the engravers make de-
signs for the notes and the Secretary has
t accepted the design, the plate, being of
nartl metal, is subjected to a cylinder or
solid steel, the metal of which Is softer
tlian the plate. The cylinder I laid on
the plate, and subjected to n pressure of
from one to twenty tons. As the plate is
depressed so are the figures and characters
raised on the cylinder, which then under
goes a hardening process, antl tho plates
for the notes are taken from the cylinder.
t rom these all our notes are printed. Iy
' this process, cury note printed is exactly
alike, and cnunteneits can be easily uc-
tected. These plates and cly Inders can be
used constantly for three months, when
the plates are retouched by skillful work
men, who have an apartment esccially
devoted to their branch of work. In this
room there are mMiv tx-autilul specimens
of fine steel engravni;rs, for our country
took the prize at Vienna for such work. '
The Modern Piute imrod.
A stalwart specimen of that race who
"see God In the cloud and hear him in
the wind " yeFterday " struck " a gentle
man of somewhat benevolent aspect for a
two-bit piece, saying " Me heap hungry. "
nil vi vs j uu tutu ui j isftiu
, um iiiL'iiiv scuoen-ui-ue. i ivmi
i . ii i ... .1 ...
. - ... - ... ,
I'oktc' P'cnty
"That will do" said
"here's your quarter.
ft, " "V,
n Injun who hunts game of that kind Is
sure to be hungry. " The child of tue
deserts took the proffered coin and grimly
strode away without a word of thanks.
He weut not In the direction of tho?e places
where eatables are exposed for sale,
but laid his course for the nearest lumber
yard, where a group of memliers of his
tribe, seated about an old horse-blanket,
were manipulating tlie pictured jtajers of
the white man. There, planting himself
upon his haunches, lie took a deadly de
liberate aim and fired one more shot at
his favorite "draw-pokee, " but brought
down no meat. As he sat sucking at the
end of his bead-decked scalp-lock and gaz
ing wistfully about. It was plainly to be
seen that he was still a v ry " hungry In
jun." Nevada Enlerprist.
Only a woman's hair ! Who has not,
some time in his life, picked sucliagolden
thread from his best coat collar, and felt
her heart beat the quicker fork? or
gazed upon a treasure laid away hi some
nook, and felt the influence of tender
memories? Only a woman's hair! and
yet we don't like it in biscuit.
Latklv a mountain Hon made a raid on
a ranchman's house in Loft Hand Canyon,
Colorado. He tore the family dog to
pieces, lie pulled the fiddle-strings out of
the family rat. Ho finally succumbed,
however, to tlie family rifle.