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The white hard light of morning le the throat wavering with the fall and low pulse as of a silent sea. coils of her hair oling shudderingly her white shoulder; lier deep lidded eye.s $eaVily raised as in a dull surprise, k through the vacant shadows vacantly. boe.Lack is to the sunrise. The low sound 0a stream slipping past incessantly '.$5re in her raiment light and white as foam. ;irt she, her head erect, her hair uncrowned, Wlth lax white feet and wrist dropped wearily, Sases through heaven and earth and finds no home. -Athenmem. THE BLACKSMITH. Mrs. Parker, the blacksmith's wife, was hurrying along the street toward her husband's'shop. It had been her daily custom for years to carry him his noonday, meal, as Parker declared too much time was consumed in going to and from his shop. He was a big, burly fellow, with a scowling countenance and a right arm strong enough to fell an ox, and as his disposition was none of the best people were careful not to provoke him to anger. His wife was his opposite in every particular, she being a tiny, timid creature of a mild nature and, like Alice of "Ben Bolt" fame, "trembled with fear at his frown. " Why she ever chose Parker as a hus band or why he selected her for his wife was a matter of comment, as there seemed to be no love between them. Yet Mrs. Parker was a faithful spouse and strove to administer to her hus band's comfort, though she never re ceived anything but harsh words and surly looks for her pains. Glancing at a clock in a shop win dow, she perceived it was past the din ner hour, and her heart sank within her in anticipation of the scolding she was sure to receive, as the blacksmith set punctuality above all things. On reaching the shop she was relieved at not seeing her husband within. The place, however, bore evidence of his re cent presence, and everything indicated that he had taken a hasty departure. A fire blazed in the forge, and a horse shoe, which still retained its warmth, lay upon the anvil. Mrs. Parker glanced around in hope of finding a suitable spot on which to place the dinner pail, but, seeing nothing more convenient than the anvil, deposited the pail beside the horseshoe and took her departure. Upon Arriving home she busied her self with household affairs, as she was a thrifty housewife, despite any othar shortcomings. That evening, when Parker retrr!' 1 fiom his work, he was in a wrr ' I mor than usual, and his h::,.: scowling countenance was m. ding than -ever. He flun( L .:: pail upon the table with a cr: startled his wife into a cry.: .... She fully expected the vials c: 1: :: to be poured upon her, as raili: :t o . wife was Parker's chief occupat : when at'home. But, strange to say, c . this occasion he never even glanced to, ward her, but strode across the room and, taking a basin of water, began re moving the traces of toil from his hands and face, after which he made his way into an adjoining room for the purpose of substituting fresh garments for his grimy ones. Mrs. Parker breathed more freely as the door closed sharply behind him, and she picked up the pail and exam ined it. A sigh escaped her as she dis covered a deep dent in the side which had come in contact with the table. On removing the lid she perceived that the nice meal she hhd prepared had been scarcely tasted. Another sigh escaped her as she emptied the contents of the pail into a receptacle near by. Presently a rat-tat-tat sounded upon the door and Mr. Cobb stood without. Mr. Cobb was a short, stout individual, with a bald head and rubicund counte nance, a coroner by occupation, yet, notwithstanding the gloomy nature of his business, he was a jolly chap, and frequently dropped in to enjoy a chat with the Parkers, with whom he had struck up a sort of friendship. In his younger days he had been something of a ventriloquist, but this fact was un known to many pf his late acquaint ances. "Oh, good evening, Mr. Cobbl" Mrs. Parker said as she perceived her visitor. "Walk right in. James will be here directly. He has gone to get cleaned up k bit. " Cobb entered the kitchen and took a seat. Mrs. Parker continued her work. "You are as industrious as ever, " he remarked, glancing at the pail she was rubbing. "I don't believe satan ever finds any mischief for your hands to do." "Well, I always find plenty to keep me busy," she replied, smiling at the implied compliment. The blacksmith's wife was invari ably, pleased at a tribute to her indus try. "I believe it," answered Cobb, "as I never yet have seen you idle. Oh, hello, Parker"--as the blacksmith ap peared. "How are you? I suppose you haye heard of the murder?" "I-no," replied Parker confusedly. "What murder?" And as he spoke he turned toward the mantelshelf and be gan filling a pipe with tobacco. "I supposed every one in town had sAul of it by this time:" said Cobb. - ! travels so fast. " .,ha've no time for gossip," said with a frown. taihly not. But one cannot al Searing of certain happen ' i old man Jenkins was found Slbw thi afternoon." ik~r aped her hands to i# .ecb " es horror. y kw it was murder?" hbia4a . sitting ddwn -but not lookingat him. ''ith. LV" seanswered Cobb, w.' ove>r the othteir, an he on hie head, aiy omeoc which was esm .ebt to ogAleath. " '"Poor, poor man!" wailed Mrs. Par ker, rolling her eyes heavenward. "Why did any one do such a cruel thing t" "Robbery could not have been the motive, as Jenkins always boasted that he never carried money on his person. But some one might have had a grudge against him. " "Yes," assented the blacksmith, ap plying a match to his pipe and taking a few preliminary puffs. "Will you smoke, Cobb? There is an extra pipe here. " "No, thanks. I never indulge," an swered Cobb, surprised at the .black smith's unusual hospitality. "Oh, by the way. Parker, I came to summon you. " The pipe fell from the blacksmith's mouth and the tobacco was scattered far and near, while a perceptible tre mor ran through his massive frame. "What do you mean?" he asked hoarsely, and his face grew ashy white. Cobb stared ia amazement at the ef fact his words lPoduced. "I mean you must appear at the in quest, which takes place tomorrow at 9 o'clock sharp." "Oh, yes, of course," said Parker. with an unnatural laugh, as he reached for his pipe. "But, you know, Cobb, I never could look at a corpse. " "Nonsense, " laughed Cobb, derisive ly. "The idea of a big fellow like you afraid of a dead man." "I am not afraid," protested the other, "but I cannot do what you ask. " "But you must. There is nothing more to be said about it." answered Cobb decidedly. "A fool made such a custom as that," muttered the blacksmith, rising to refill his pipe. "Of course, " assented Cobb pleasant ly. "Every one is a fool who dares to differ with ourselves." Parker con strued the remark as a thrust at him self, and his face grew dark with rage. He clinched his fist as though he would deal his visitor a blow. The instant Cobb's eyes fell upon the hand he cried out: "Why, how did you hurt your hand ?" Parker, with a half muttered curse, quickly drew the member out of sight, but the next instant thrust it forward again. A dark purple bruise extended across the knuckles. "I struck it, " he explained sullenly. "It amounts to nothing. " "It must have been quite a hard crack," said Cobb lightly. "Well, I must be going. Goodby, Mrs. Parker; gcodby, Parker. Don't forget tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock," and with this parting injunction he left the house. His face wore a thoughtful expres sion as he wended his way along. There was that in the blacksmith's manner which set him to thinking, and there dawned on his mind a suspicion that Parker knew more about the murder than he cared to tell, and he (Cobb) cudgeled his brains for a plan to force a confession from' him. At last he hit upon one he deemed expedient, and, Forgetting where he was, he fairly shouted out: "I'll do it, by Jove! I'll do it! The experiment is worth tryingl" The next morning the coroner and his jury assembled in the barn where lay all that remained of Samuel Jenkins. It was a ghastly looking corpse, with eyes wide open and numerous cuts and bruises about the head asid face. The blacksmith avoided facing the dead man, as he fancied the latter was look ing at him, so he kept near the door, which was out of the range of those wild, staring eyes. He trembled like a person with the ague. But only one man present observed his uneasiness, and that was Mr. Cobb. He watched ev ery movement. As the men drew near to examine the body they all fell back in consternation as a voice proceeded from the dead Inan saying: "Yonder stands my murderer Seize himl" Horror was depicted upon every coun tenance as each individual stared at his neighbor. But the blacksmith with a wild shriek of terror fell back against the wall. In stantly all eyes were riveted upon him. Then, as though something impelled him forward, he staggered to the feet of the corpse. "Yes, I killed yo !" he screamed, his eyes fastened on the dead man. "But you struck the first blow. You did " as though his victim had denied the charge. "You would not pay me, so I followed you here. We had words, and you aimed a heavy blow at my head with your whip handle. But I warded it off and received it on my hand in stead. You were no match for me," with a horrible laugh. "I had no weap on, but my fists served me well, and I gave you many blows even after you were down. Oh, take your eyes from my face!" he cried, with renewed frenzy. "Take them away, I say ! You will not ? Then there is but one way to get rid of them, " and before the awe struck assembly could interfere he quickly drew a knife from his coat and stabbed himself to the heart. Then, with a low, gasping moan, James Par ker, the blacksmith, sank dead upon the floor. -Chicago News. Not For Her. Some years ago, when Queen Victoria visited a certain sisterhood, she desired the superior to show her the place just as an ordinary visitor and not to treat her as queen. The superior agreed and proceeded to conduct her majesty all over the building. The queen was much interested, but observed with vexation that wherever they went the sisters courtesied. At last she remarked to her guide: "I thought I made you under stand that I wished to be treated as an ordinary visitor? Why, then, is every one~courtesying ?" "Pardon me, madam." replied the mother; "you have been obeyed. The rrerence shown by the sisters was not latended for the queen, but for me, eo-ir superior." lsE FOR Om i COMPLETE orATALwUE OF VALUABLE PRIZES FREE rDiaoondlllSoap ALL OROCERS SELL IT. THE CUDAHY PACKING CO. SOUTH OMAHA, NEB. TEA TABLE ETIQUETTE. Qualnt Cuatoms Once Observed by English Dames. Tea drinking has become very fash ionable among us of late years, almost as much so as it was in England a cen tury ago, but the prevailing customs at the table are different. The "teacup times of hood and hoop" had their oWvn n etiqdette, of a sort not likely to be re vived. What should we think now of a e fashionable lady who cooled her tea with her breath? Yet Young says of a certain bewildering Lady Betty: HEer two red lips affected zephyrs blow To cool the Bohen and inflame the beau, While one white finger and a thumb conspire 8 To lift the op and make the world admige. Again a passage in contemporary lit erature shows that it was -a lack of good manners to take much cream or sugar in one's tea. Says'a lady of qual - ity to her daughter: "I must further advise you. Harriet, not to heap such - mountains of sugar into your tea. nor I to pour such a deluge of cream in. Peo ple will certainly take you for the I daughter of a dairymaid.' Certain other customs may be re membered in this country among us who had grandmothers trained in the ceremonies of a later day. One of them consisted in putting the spoon in tbh cup to show that no more tea was de I sired: another was that of turning over the cup in the saucer for the same pur pose. Etiquette also demanded that the tea should be tasted from the spoon, and that the hostess should, then inquire. "Is your tea agreeable ?" Certain scru pulous old ladies ask that now, and the question savors of a more sedate and gentle day than this.--St. Louis Republic. AN EXPENSIVE EXPERIMENT. The Head Bookkeeper Einally Bal ances His Accounts. A south side man who is a clerk in one of the leading banks on this side of the river was in a communicative mood last night. During a conversation about various things he took on a retrospective I air and said, "There is nothing like the faithful discharge of one's duties, but it is sometimes an expensive experi ment." On being questioned as to the cause of the remark he replied: "Well, it re minds me of an experience I had while employed in a prominent Fourth ave nue bank. I don't mind telling it to you. The head bookkeeper was a char acter in many ways. Method was his hobby. He had a way of doing every thing, and he never varied from the rules he set down. Exactness in his ac counts was a particular fad, and he spared no pains in carrying his ideas into effect. Ope afternoon in balancing our books it was found he was short 1 cent. We searched and searched, but when it came to the usual time for go ing home that cent was still missing. "Do you think the head bookkeeper would allow us to go? Not much. Sev eral of us had engagements we wanted to fulfill, but it made no difference. Supper time came, and we were no fur ther ahead than when we started. Headed by the bookkeeper, we repaired to a neighboring restaurant for supper and then returned to work. After sev eral hours the missing cent was found and the accounts balanced. But in fig uring up it was discovered that in searching for the discrepancy of 1 cent the bank had incurred a bill for suppers to the amount of $7.50."' --Detroit Free Press. Jim's Transportation. Jim was "broke." However. he nan aged to reach Vancouver. and, walking into the headquarters' office of the Ca nadian Pacific. said to the manager in charge- "'I am Jim Wardner. and I am an old friend of Tom Shaughnessy. Will yon please wire him and tell him that I am here broke, and want trans portation to Montreal ?" Back came the reply* "Don't let Jili walk. " He got the transportation, and, arriv ing at Montreal. called at once on Tom Shaughnessy. "Hello. Tom: so glad to see you and thank you. ' "Well. well. Jim, is this really you ?' Then. with the real Shaughnessy twin kle of the eye: "How under the heavens did you get here so soon, If you were broke?" "Why, Tom. thanks to your telegram, 'Don't let Jim walk,' of course I was -at once furnished transportation. and here I am. "Confound those operators!" with apparent severity. "It is strange they cannot get my messages through cor rectly I" "Didn't you telegraph, 'Don't let Jim walk?" interrupted Wardner. -'Certainly not. My answer was: 'Don't! Let Jim walkr' "-Montreal Star. A Statue In Prisn. A certain noted artist long ago, hnav ing made a faithful bust of a sitter,j found his work declinea on account 6 its ugliness, the subject refusing to be lieve it was a good likeneeas. "Very, well," said the artist. "Yoi deny the likeness and refuse to take the bust, and I accept the excuse. " He accordingly set up the bust in hii studio, surrounded by a small, card pa per prison, gloomily painted over, or which was inscribed. "For Debt." The portrait was so unmistakable thai everybody in town recognized it anc flocked to the artist's studio to enjo3 his ingenious revenge. Soon the subjeci came, passionately complaining of the ridicule to which he had been subjected. "You, sir?" said the sculptor. "Wh< knows this ugly bust to be yours ? There is no name upon it, and you have ut terly denied its resemblance. It is my work, and I have a right to do as I will with it. " "Oh. but I will pay you the price and take it away!" "But it has become so valuable to me by attracting the public that I cannot part with it for less than twice my original charge. " "Well, I will take it at that price. " And so the sculptor's debtor got himselt out of prison.--New York Times. The Beat Way to Sample Whisky. One of the best judges of whisky in Chicago is h man who never drinks it. He is Captain Joseph E. G. Ryan. for merly of the Seventh. Captain Ryan is a whisky expert. He can tell almost to a day the age of any sample submitted to him. Give him a few drops of whisky. and he can tell you the brand, the distiller. where it was made, when, and detect adulteration if there is any. Blend two or three kinds of whisky, and he can tell the blend. And he never tastes it, being strictly temperate in all his habits. It is all told by the sme!. Captain Ryan's nose is a very sensitive organ and he has trained it with the utmost care. "Smelling is by far the most satis factory method of testing,'" he says. "If a man has a great deal to sample, and tastes each kind, he soon gets sc that he cannot distinguish one from the other. The sense of taste becomes blunt ed, and he loses all the fine distinctions. "On the other hand, the more a man uses his nose the more acute the sense of smell becomes, and he is able to de-. tect the slightest difference between iamples. "-Chicago Journal. All Amerlean Children. "Do you not have trouble with so many nationalities ?" the spectator asked of the principal of a large school in the crowded tenement part of the city. "Oh, we hang the flag over the school platform," was the answer, "and have the regular exercise of salut ing it, and the children become very patriotic indeed. They will not own, in most cases, that they are not Ameri cans. " "Yes," said the other teacher. "I often ask. 'Will the German chil dren in the room stand up?'. The Ger mans are more wedded to their father land, apparently. than other immi grants, for a few-though not by any means half-of them usually rise to this invitation. 'Now let the Italian chil: dren stand. generally brings no re sponse at all. though the school is crowded with them in my district. But when I end up by saying. 'Will the American children stand up?' the whole schcol rises joyfully. "--Outlook. As to Providence. A country parson went to see a hum ble parishioner and, if possible, to com fort him some little under heavy trou ble which had 'befallen. The pastor found the homely old man in his deso late cottage alone. He said many things, and added that he must try to take all affliction humbly. as appointed to us by Providence. "Yes. " said the good old man, who was imperfectly instructed in theology, "that's right enough, that is. But somehow that there old Providence have bin ag'in me all Along. but I reckon as there's one above as'll put a stopper on he if he go too fur. "-Baltimore News Wanted Them All. Julia Ward Howe was once talking with a dilapidated bachelor, who retain ed little but his conceit. "It is time now. " he said, pompously, "for me to settle down as a married man, but I want so much. I want youth, health, wealth, of course, beauty. grace" "Yes." said Mrs. Howe, sympathet ically. "you poor man, you do want them mi. " The right leg is far more subject to accidents than the left. It has been found that,the ratio is about 13 serious accidents to the right leg to three to the left. The practice of kissing under the mistletoe is of very ancient origin, as it dates from the days of the Druids, when no doubt it had a religious mean rig. Derw -Pok Weelkl9. 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