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Office Soath ride of Public Square, adjoining .Crawford Store. Residence in tie stone dwelling house, Norti 'Liberty street. 12-tf E. B. JOHNSON, M. D., PHYICIAN ABB STTRGEON, Office en west lido of Square, in the Aire for .nierly occupied by Dr. A. J. Pierco. lUsidetice corner ot liberty ana neriumrr sis , usaaioosa Jefieraon Count, K. T. 8-tf W. iV. ALLEN. ATTORNEY AT LAW, 08IAL00SA. IAH8AS. Will pracuceinths Cotiru of Jeflcrson County. Hffarticuisr attention paid to tne payment t taxes in JeUersoii LountyvjSJ ti A.RIVSOX. x. r. Bavajm STINSQN & HAVENS, Attoraejri and Couuellori at Law. (OBice eon-er Jlain and Delaware 8 to .) I rjl Wj CHTJJ CIT V, KANSAS. SPtUfi f te. IFrom Harper's Weekly. mrarraoTiME. The nuU are npc and the da; is floe, The purrle hills in the sunljcht shine. And the brown nuts redden the trembling tops Of cacti gnarled true in tho hazel cojise. The copte is ililod with the happj noise Of Uughlng girts and climbing boys. And the beaten branches yield their fruit That heaTily drops at each old treo's roet. Under Ui c brow otthe copse crowned hill. Ethel and 1 sal kilent and mill. And 1 held in mine her small white hand. The smallest and m hilest in all the Und. Gather your fruit, re lads above, And fling the nuU at tho girls J ou love; The erl) fruit that to ma wa dear I have gathered to-div in the whit hand hero. ?icte tf WSt. ONLY WORDS. Two women, a mother and a daugh ter, sat together, in a small room mea gorly furnished. They had on mourn ing garments; but the gloom cf their habiliments was not deeper than the gloom of their faces. 'What are we to do Alice ?' said the mother, breaking in upon a long silence. 'If we were only back again in dear Westbrook,' fell longingly from tho daughter's lips. Yes, if but Westbrook lies more than a thousand miles distant. It was a sad day for us, my child, when we left there. We have had nothing but trouble and sorrow, since.' Tears flowed silently over tho moth er's face. 'If I could only get something to do,' laid Alice, 'how willingly would I work. But no one wants the service I can give.' We slinll onrn at this rate,' spoke out tho mother in a wild kind of way, as if fcar had grown suddenly desper ate. Alice did not reply, but sat very still, iu an abstracted way, like one whose thoughts have grown weary in some fruitless effort. 'I dreamed last night,' sho said, look ing up after a while, 'that we were hack in Westbrook, and iu our old home ! llow plain I siw every thing I I sat al the window, looking out upon the little garden in front, from which the air came in filled with the odor of flow ers; and as 1 sat thore Mr. Fleetwood passed by, just as it ued to bo ; and he stopped and said, 'Good morning Alice, in that kind way in which he always spoke to me. I cried when 1 awoke, to find it was only a dream.' Ah! if there was only a Mr. Fleet wood here !' sighed the poor mother. 'Suppose you write to him,' suggest ed Alice, 'the thought comes this mo ment into my mind. I am sure he would help ui. You know whatsn ex cellent mau he is.' 'I will do it this very day, replied the mother, with hope, and confidence iu her roice. 'Isn't it strange that he was not thought of before? Some good spirit gave you the dream, Alice' And the letter was written. It ran us follows; Edwar: Fleetwood, Esq.: Mr Dear Sir I write to you under circumstances of great extremity. Since we left Westbrook for this distant re gion wo hure known only troublo. Sickness and trouble has met us on the very threshold of our new home ; and death came at last to complete the work of sorrow and disaster. Six inonthb ago my husband died, tearing mo with three children and in circumstances of great extremity. How wo havo man aged to live since that time I csn hardly tell. We have suffered many priva tions; but worso things are approaching. Wo have no friends here. None to help, none to advise, or care for us. Alice you remember my daughter Alice has tried to get something to do. She is r illing to work at anything to which hor strength is equal. But, sa fur, she has been unsuccessful. What are we to do ? It looks as if actual starvation were coming. I write to you icmem bering your kindly nature, your warm lmart. Oh, sir, can you not help us 1 It is a voice of the widow and father less that cries unto you. Alico dream ed of you lal niht, and we have taken it as au omen. Forgive mo for this freedom ; but when imminent danger threatens, we rcaoh out our hands for succor iu any direction to which hope points us. I shall whU in trembling eagerness for your reply. Yours, in sorrow and hope, Auce MaTNAUD. Let us follow this letter to Westbrook, and note tho manner in which it is re ceived. We find it in the hands of Mr. Fleetwood, who has read it through, and is sitting with a troubled look on his face. There is no help in mc,' be says at length, folding up the letter and laying it aside. 'Poor Mrs. Maynard! Is the day indeed so dark ? God knows I would help you if it were in my power. But misfortune has not come to you alone. It has passed my threshold also and the threshold of thousands of oth ers besides. Westbrook has seen some sad changes since you went away.' 'Dreamed of me,' he goes on after a pause ; 'and you hae taken the dream as a suggestion of an omen. Alas, my friond ! It is not a good omen. Some spirit has mocked you with a delusive dream. There is no help in me. None none ! For I am staggering under my own burdens; 1 am in fear all the day long lest the evil that threatens my home should fall upon it. May God help aud comfort you ! I cannot.' Mr. Fleetwood took tho letter from a table where he placed it and laid it in a drawer. 'Poor Alice Maynard' he sigh ed, as he shut the drawer and turned away. All diy long the thought of that letter troubled him. How could h answer it? What could he say? It was an eager expectant cry for help, but he hnd none to give. The widow ed mother had asked him for bread; and bow could he offer her mere words in return cold disappointing words ! For two days that Ivtlcr remained in the drawer whero he had placed it. i w no i, hn wnnlil -. as the, ami I am sure He will turn some heart thought of it now again intruded. '1 do you In TuJuum. cinnot bring myself to write an .2Svrer. i without a succeeding duy. The morn Say what I nill and the language must ing coineth as surely as the evening. seem to her heartless sentences. Sins' cannot understand how grtatly things 'thing for all His childicn to do ; some have changed with me .since she went thing for you to do, and your hands will out of Westbrook. If she does not hear from me she may think her letter mis ctriied. She, like the n-st of u, is in God's hands, and He will take care of her, We arc of moie value than tho spano'as.' But this could not satisfy Mi. Fleet wood. He had a conscience, and U wouIJ not let hint omit a plain duly without raproof. 'If you have no nioniy to give, offer her kind and hopeful words,' said the inwaid monitor. 'Ew:n a cup of cold water must not be withheld.' Unable In mike peace with himself, Mr. Fleetwood al last gat down to an swer tha widow's letter. He wrote a brief, kind, suggestive note ; but after reading it over twice, tore it up, saying as he did so : It reads like mocker j. Sho asked me for bread and it seems like giving her a stone. Then he tiicd it again, but not much more to his satisfaction. This answer he was also about destroying, when Lc checked himself with the words: I might write a doztu letters and the last would read no better than the first. Let this one go!' Aud ho folded, scaled and directed it. The next mail that left Westbrook bore it away to its remote destination. Let us return to Mrs. Maynard. We should have had an answer from Mr. Fleetwood two days ago Alice.' The poor daughter sighed but did mot answer. What time docs the mail from the East arm e, Alice V 'At four o'clock.' 'And it is five now.' Yes ma'am.' 'Won't you put on your bonnet and step over to the Post Office ? Alice went but relumed, ns on the two previous days, with nothing in her hand. 'No letter ?' said Mrs. Maynard, as she came in. Noac,' was the sadly spoken reply. 'Oh why has he not written? If help coma not from Mr. Fleetwood, thero is no help for us in this world.' Another day in wailing, in which that deferred hope which mnkefh tho heart sick, trembled like the liht of a taper flickering in the wind, passed wearily away. At five o'clock Alice was at the Post Office again. And now a letter was placed in her hnnd,'ditect- cd te her mother, and on the envelope she re-td, with a heart-bound, the word 'Wbstbroox.' Not fleeter than her footsteps was the wind as she ran back home. t 'A letlr from Wastbrook !' she rritd out eagerly, as sho entered the room where her-mothcr sat anxiously await ing her. The hands of Mrs" "Maynard shook as she opened and unfolded the long hoped-for-answer. It was brief.and it-, contents fully understood in a few mo ments. Alice whosa eyes were fixed eag erly on her mother while sho read in si lence,saw her countenance change grow pale, and the look of hopeful expecta tion died out utterly. Then as the let ter dropped from her hands they wure held up against her face so as to hide it from view, and she sat with the still ness of one who had been paralyzed. Taking up the letter Alico read : Mr Dear Madam. Your letter has troubled me deeply ; and the more so, because it finds me wholly unable to give you the help of which you stand so much in need. Since you left West brook things have greatly changed with me and many others, I hare lost nearly all my property, and find myself in straitened circumstances. It pains me to write this; not so-much on my ac count as ou yours, for it will come to you with a chill of disappointment. But , you and I and all of us aie iu the hands and under the care of one rlio kuoweth our (rants, and who hearoth even the young ravens when thoy cry. You have a Father in Heaven, dear Madam, and a Father who hat not forgotten you. Look to Him and hope to Him. He will not forsake you in this great extremity. The earth is HN, aud the futhtrsa thereof. All hearts are His, LoA and trust in OoJ. lie has some- fiud the uotk. It miy not be ling all unseen around you. 'It is in my heart to offer deeds in stead of words ; but I can only give 'what I possess. May the widow's Hus band and orphan's Father succor you in the hour of peril ! Your friend in heart, Edward Fleetwood.' 'He writes kindly, said Alice, as she finished reading the letter ; 'and there is comfort even in vords when they como from the lipi of a friend.' 'Woids do not feed the hungry nor clothe the naked,' answered Mrs. May nard, in some bitterness of tone. S!iu had scarcely said this when the door of the room in which they were sitting was pushed open, and a boy about ten years old, barefooted and meagerly clad, came in with a pitcher in ono hand, and a small basket in the other. 'Mother sent these. Miss Maynard,' ho SAid, with a pleasant smile on his face. The pitcher was filled with new milk, and there was a loaf of bread, hot from the oven, in the basket. 'She says please accept them.' Your mother is very kind, Henry, replied Mrs. Maynard. 'Tell her that I am very much obliged to Iter.' And she's very much obliged to you,' said tho boy. For what, Henry ?' Don't you know ?' And tho boy looked at her in a pleased way. Mrs. Maynard shook her head. Don't you remember one day, when I-was over hero, that you asked me if I could read ? I've forgotten.' Wo ha'on't then, mother and I. You asked me if I could read, and I said no. Then you told me I must loam right away ; and you got a book and showed me A B C's ; making me go over them a good many limes, until 1 knew them all by heart. Then you gave me the book. I havo studied it almost every day, and now I can spell in two sylla bles.' And this is why your mother sent me such a nice loaf of bread, and a pitcher of new milk ?' 'Yes, ma'am.' You can't read yet ?' No, ma'am.' Thn you must bring your book over, and let me give you another les son. Oh, will you V A light like sun shine came into the boy's face. 'Yes, Henry, aud with pleasure. You may come every dav if vou will ?' May I? Oh, that will be good! And Mrs. .Maynard ' Henry checked him self. Ho evidently wished to go a little farther. What is it Henry V said Mrs. May nard, encouragingly. May I bring Kate along sometimes? She wants to learn so badly. She 'most knows her letters. 'Why yeg, Henry. Bring Katy by all means. Alice will teach her.' Henry glanced toward Alice, as if not fully satisfied in regard to her view in this case. But she gave him an as suring smile and word, and the boy ran home with light feet to tell tho news. 'What does this mean, Alice ?' said Mrs. Maynard, looking at her daughter with a couutenanco through which a dim light seemed breaking. It may be true what Mr. Fleetwood says,' replied Alice; 'the work that God has for us to do may now be lying all unseen, around us.' 'This is no mere cliance,' remarked Mrs. Maynard, in a thoughtful way. Don't you remember,' said Alice, 'Low ofteu dear father used to say that thero was no such thing as chance ? I felt, while reading Mr. Fleetwood's let ter, as if it was father who was speak ing to us.' Mrs. Maynard shut her eyes and sat very still for many moments; then she opened the letter, which she held in her hand, and read it through slowly. 'It reads different now. I am sorry for Mr. Fleetwood. It is hard, when years lay upon us their long accumula ting burdens, to find earthly props sud denly removed. Poor man! It seems as if he ought to have been spared. ly, and I thank him with grateful feel inirs. Yes I have a Father in heaven. and I will look up to him in these days of darkness. He will show us the way. Who knows but th path is opened for us? ' My own thought, mother. There are more than forty children in this tonn who are growing up in a" much ignorance as Henry Auld and his sister. Their patents will not, or can not, send them to school. Those children have immortal souls and almost infinite ca pacities that will be developed for good or evil. They are God'a children. Let us care for them, and God will care for us. Let us tkke the loaf of bread and pitcher of milk as the sign of God's providence toward us. I feel, dear mother that such truth will not be iu vain. Mr. Fleetwood's letter has turn ed the channel of my thoughts in a now direction. May God reward him for all he has said to us in this our lime of need, and said so kindly and so wisely. Tho daughter's hope and faith flow ed into the mother' heart. They were not indolent, self-indulgent women. All they asked was to be shown their work; and now, iu their eyes, it seem ed to bo lying all around them. On the next dny Henry Auld camo otcr with his sister Katy, aud received the promised lessons. lDo you know any other boys and "iris who wish to know how to learn to O read!' asked .Mrs Maynard as the chil dren were going away. O, yes, I know a good many,' repli ed Henry, and then stood waiting to hear what would come next. Bring them along when you come to-morrow,' said Mrs. Maynard. 'It will be as easy to tench half a dozen as two. Won't Tom Jones be glad though ! sho heard Henry say to his sisteras they went out through the gate. Three months went by, and yet Mr. Fleetwood received no response to the answer which he had given to Mrs. Maynard's imploring letter. He did not remember distinctly what be had written. He otily krew that ho had tent her mero words when she asked for deeds. He never thought of her without a troubled feeling. 'How cold and heartless thai letter must have seemed I' ho would say to himself soiactimos. 'Ah, if she really knew how it was with me? If she could see into my breast, poor woman 1 But she is in the hands of God, and He is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.' At last there came a reply, to hia words of encouragensentjand hope, which though flowing warm from hit heart, seemed to grow so cold in tho utter ance. Mrs. Maynard wrote: Mr Dkar Sir: More than four months ago you wrote to me. 'You have a Father in Heaven, dear, Madam, and a father who kas not forgotten you. Look to him, and hope, ia Him.' And you said alto, 'He has something for all his chidreu to do; aud something for yon to do, and your bauds will find the work. It may be lying all unseen a round you.' My heart blessed you. Sir, for those hopeful, suggestive words. Yes, God had work for mc to do and it wos lying, even when 1 wrote to you in my fear and dispair, all arouud mc, though unseen by my dull eyes. Like apples of gold iu pictures of silver were your fitly spoken wordt. I had taught a child his letters, and his poor but grateful mother sent me in return a loaf of bread and a pitcher of milk for my children. Your letter and this offering in God's providence came together 1 had the text and illustration side by side. There were many ignorant child ren in our town, said Alice and I one to the other, and they are God't ehidren. Let us(each more of them, as we taught this one, taking that loaf of bread and offering of milk as a sign that God will provide for ut in the work. We did not hesitate, bnt acted on tho suggestion at once. And now we havo over thirty poor little childien under our care, and wo have not wanted for bread. Some of the parents pay us in money, some in provisions, and some do nothing in re turn. Rut we take all children who come. I esieruay we uaa nonce irom the town council that an appropriation of oao hundred dollars a yearhad been made out of the public funds for the hand of a wise ana good Providence ap pear in all this? Oh, Sir! I cannot too warmly thank yoa for the wise woids of that kind letter. God bless you for having spoken thm. Gratefully yours, Alice Matxard.' Only words,' said Mr. Fleetwoods he folded the letter with moist eyes. Only words! They seemed such a cold and heartless return for good deeds.ask- ed pleadiugly and in tears, that I had tft mmn l mrself to write them. Yet see their good fruit! If we caanot do let us speak kindly and hopeful at least I will not forget the lesson. Things In which people render themselves very impolite, annoying, or ridiculous: 1. Boisterous laughter. 2. Reading when othere are talk ing. 3. Leaving a stranger without a seat. 4. A want of deference for eupari- ors. 5. Receiving a present without tome manifestations of grattitude. 6. Making yourself ihe topic of con venation. 7. Laughing at the mistakes of oth ers. 8. Joking others in company. 9. Correcting older persons than yourself, especially parents. 10. To commence talking before others are through. 11. Answering questions when put to others. 12. Commencing to eat as soon as you get to the table. 13. Whispering or talking loudly in church, at a lecture or concert, or leav ing before it is closed. 14. Cuttiag or biting tho finger nails in company, or picking the teeth. or tho nose, pulling hairs therefrom. 15. Drumming with tho feet or fin gers, or leaning back in the chair, or putting feet upon furniture. 16. Gazing at tlrangers, or listening to the conversation of others when not addressed to you nor intended for your bearing. 17. Reading aloud in company with out being asked.or talking, whispering or doing anything to divert attention while a person is reading for the edifi cation of tho company. Things I Have Sjx. I have seen the most lazy and worth less fellow dress the most fashionable. mmm. Ihaveseea saea who boaatotl aiaek of their wealtb.ud who wen aoi aUtv t pay tneir tailor. 1 nave sees, jaen who stake noise about 'their bravery and, dariag '. exploits; aad I bare teea tin mmikj away from a goose. I have tcea men ran ia debt witliaat" any probability stXm atkSe inwa mtu.,1 -"- -a""-"". x nave ,teen a bub. argini aaotWtiV become a'caadidata for oKce, aad I have seen the same fWIoa fata a gainst bin at election. I have wen parents arge their cnihl- ren to marry against their incliaatioaa i and - I bare seen a lovely young girl aw ry a rich old backelor, aterelyfaVhie wealth; and - -" I have seen the young and'oeautifuj. the talented, marry a dashing braialeee, fop. because he, too, was rich; and ' I have teen them ever drag out a miserable existence. G-xiljaMilaTaJaeraVk. y ' A Neapolitaa correspondent or tha Paris Preste thus speaks of Oartbaldi; The Neapolitans believe hia iaval aerable. Whea" ha is covered with balls, they say he bas wily to shale hie red shirt and they fall at bis feet It is probably on accoant of this supersti tion that he has beea sared thV ftr from the hand of the aasatrinr Re member that he eatered the city aloaa wheait was defended by numeroas sol diers six tboasand ia number, it was tsid. The forts were ia their hands, aad they coald bare barnl Naples. Be neath the window of tho Fansttria. where he addressed the" people, taa reT al guurd were uader arm behind tha closed shutters of the palace. The ma rines were at the arsenal, making bos tile domonstraticr.s. The eanaoa of riago of the Dictator, as they raiaaa upon the people oa tho same eveniag. And yet Garibaldi passed tweaty times through the crowd ia an opea earriag. He remained an entire eveaiBg at tha St. Charles theater, which, had been il luminated in his honor. Tha carriage in which be rode from Salerno to Na ples was full of straatrers. He reach ed the chateau of St. Elmo oa Sunday, with a few officers aad dismissed tha garrison in the simplest maaaer. ?"Hav9 you any domeslie maaa factures to report ?" asked a censa marshal of tho female head of a family rejoiciag in the bloom, of health. "Well, yes," said she, whith soma thing of embrrassment in her voice aad countenance, "we bare tight, with 4 tinned propee" r The marshal, who is a modest : blushed slightly, made the satry ia hia schedule with his pencil, aad asked how many yards of rag carpet sba had made during the year. An Irishman, on arriving ia America, took a fancy to the Yankee girls, and wrote to his wife as follows: "Dkar Norab: Those aaelaneholy lines are to inform jou that I died yet. terday, and hope you are enjoying the sum blessing. I recomend yoa to mar ry Jemmy O'Boarke and take care of vour children. From yoar affectionate busbsnd till death," in 1. Minnie was one day talking to her class in Sunday School about God'a great love to man. Wishing to impress it upon their minds, and to know whether tbey understood her, shs ask cd: "Now, children, who loves all vsat" The question was hardly asked be fore a' little girl, not four years oh", an swered quickly "AU women !" M3TK Bell and Everett parient dowa iu Coaneticut, introduced his sob to osa of the lights aad leaders of the TJaioa party, with tha apology: "I am sorry to say, though, that ho is a Black publican." The sob promptly replied: "If you wanted me to traja ia year company, fathar, yea oaght aot k hara sent me to the fret school." Yoaa; America had bim there. 1 M9A western paper says: "A caw; was struck by lightning aad iastaaUr killed, belonging to the Tfllag P-J-cian which had a ecaatifal ealffffj dayso!d."