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THE LIGHT OF LOVE Kalr l 1 1 flash f ll n uinnier dawn, When the irate of -nr uncloses A it 'lilllllH-l 8 lolg t tit dewy lawn A i j i h 1 1 1 n 1 1 f i4 ii. f 1 the loses; A It wak- tli. Ui'lo drop 'f ile-.ir To rjUIVfi ii.u of l IL!it, And threads th" f tin foivt through On the trail of tin- thin;; tii jtit. Soft is the cleum o( the maimer stars Wh'U I ht ft Vt iUli d iv U over, When th fays are atloat iu silvery cars, And the tlurky moth is & rover, When over the vouch of the dreaiulug flowers The intsts of tie fountain creep, And the languid earn of the drowsy hours Are wooed by tnp of the deep. But the dazzling hues of the morn In fail, And dull are its o!deu lance, Aud all the light of the Mars grows pale In iuy Darling's tender glauces; For the start mav burn with a thousaud dyes, Aud a myriad sunbeams fall, But the lUUt of love In a womau's eyes Is the purest light of all. Samurl Jintum Peck, Little Kit's Locket. 'There's Jeremiah and the peaches!" snapped Miss Prudence Mattison, her dark eyes glooming somber thunders in the direction of a lank country-boy who wai mopping hi forehead with a yellow bandanna handkerchief, as he watered his horse at the stone basin just outs. ile the osage-orango hedge, that surrounded John Thorndyke' farm. Inide the wagon were rows of peach baskets, full of great, velvety spheres, glowing beneath a pink mist of net ting. -Well?" Th;s lazy little query was languidly dropped by Kate Thorndyke, who had been sitting with her aunt on the. front porch for the past hour, as her dark blue, dreamy eye reluctantly sank from sunset wonders to this world of actual ities. "Well? It's far from well!" growl cd Miss Mattison. "Here these peach es have come back from town" "Couldn't help it marm," interpo lated the rueful kn'ght of the bandan na, as he stumped up the piazza steps, to give an account of himself. "You told me to git a dollar a bushel for them peaches, and the market was so full I was ouk o tiered seventy live cents, so in course 1 had to bring 'em home ag'n." And didn't you know that as the peaches won't keep t 11 to-morrow that it was bettor to sell for that price than not at allP Oh! Jeremiah, Jere miah! will no one ever succeed in beat ing a thimbleful of wit into that red head of yours?" juried Miss Prudence, seemingly of the universe at large, as she tilted her sharp noo and angular chin, and searched the blue vault of heaven despairingly. The namesako of the prophet am bled ruefully away, his bandanna trail ing in the dust: and Miss Mattison and her pretty niece were left alone to consdier the situation. Not that John Thorndyke, the hand some young widower who owned Thorndyke Farm and used it as a summer residence, would have cared two straws whether those eight bush els of red-gold peaches were wasted or not; but his aunt and sister, who had been left at the head of affairs when he had been called away to St Louis on business, right in the midst of peach harvest, had determined to conduct affairs so wisely as come off with Hying collors, and to be a perpetual demonstration of the thrift and capa bility of womankind to scoffing man kind, as embodied in John. If John found out about this, how he would teae us!" mused Kate, "We must do something." declared Miss Prudence, desperately. "I'd go back to town with the peaches myself, but it is really too late," she sighed, as she noted that the Sunset was fading into twilight, . and the intermittent lamps of the tlrctlies were already flashing along the waxen-dark hedge. I have it!" exclaimed Kate, sudden ly, clappping her pink palms, as a brilliant idea solved the vexed question. We'll can them and sell them at the Grange store." That we will," aiiented Miss Pru dence, nodding so vigorously that her short black curls stood on end, like Queen Dido's in the old nursery game. We'll do finely, if everyone helps you and I, and Sue, Marv and Jere miah." "Me, too!" piped a small sweet, un expected voice; and Baby Kit.a golden haired morsel, of live years, rolled from the little pink hammock where she had been taking her afternoon nap, and came forward to demand her right ful share in the domestic excitement So she was provided with a kitchen knife, which had outl.ved its best days, with which she hacked ineffectually away at the rosy peaches, during in tervals of hovering over bubbling kettles, until her white eyelids began to droop, and she was borne away from the busy scene. Miss Prudence had her subordinates in excellent training; so, although Jere miah, heaving a long sigh that would have done credit totho weeping prophet himself, when his boon-companion whistled iu vain for hitu by the osage orange hedge, and Sue and Mary ex. changed rueful glances, as they remem bered how every one else was eating peach's and cream at the social of the Daughters of Temperance," over in the round-topped schooj-houe, no one uttered a word of complaint, while they worked a lily away through the long, scented Minimi r n gat. The glow of dawn was just creeping over the pearly sky, and tho sleepy joung birds were beginning to chipper, when the last tin-can was sealed and marshaled with the long ranks of its comrades on the white-pine lloor. "Has it paid ?" yawned Kate, brush ing away a clinging, volvet co l of peach-paring from her checked apron with stiff lingers. Sue, Mary and Jeremiah, remained circumspectly non-committal. "Of course it has !" replied Miss Mat tison, every short black curl defiantly triumphant, as she regarded the rows of peach-cans much as if they formed an important link in tho chain of woman's progress. It was a perfect day for a nutting ex cursion. The purple mist slept on tho distaut swells of prairie as softly as a bridal veil; tho maples, sumachs and oaks, were fairly irridescent, and tho ivory hickory-nuts were tumbling from the husks with every breezo that blew, much to the delight of the news boys and bootblacks of Kent Braiuard's mission school. Kent Brainard was the principal ow ner of the great foundry that puffed its clouds of soot and sparks upward at all houis of the dav and night. He also ow ned a cattle-ranch in West ern Kansas, and was the projector of a new railroad; so. even if ho had been other than the handsome bachelor he was, the girls of Brainardville would have deemei him a golden prizo in the matrimonial pool. Hut h had fought liis way up from the ranks, and now seemed to see in every ragged boy a counterpart of his old self, as he ran errands, sold news papers, and did everything possible to ad his frail, pretty little mother in her struggle for bare bread and leaking roof. So he founded a lodging-house for poor loys, established a miss on school, anil devoted every moment that he could spare from business to tho eleva tion of the littl" ragamuflins, who ador od him with all their warm hearts. "So odd of him!" said Kosa Bofliu, a pretty girl with "blonde" hair, long-eye-lashos, which she made the most of, and pretty guest ure ami tricks of ex pression, which she practiced daily be fore a mirror. I bit, nevertheless, she developed an unsuspected Vein of piety, and took a class iu the m ssion school, wb'ire she beamed upon the th rteen boys that fell to her share as sweetly and sunnily as was possible for any one to do whose heart was seething all the time with de testation for themselves and their pranks. The children had finished gorging themselves upon a substantial lunch, and Kent Hrainard and all the teachers of the mission school were seated at an especial table as Miss Boffin's iuvited guests. It was decked with the dantiest nap pery, bright silver and colored glass ware, and loaded with the most tempt ing of lunches, yet Kent Brainard's glance kept roving toward his adven turous youngsters. "Won't you have another peach, Mr. Hrainard?" said Rosa, sweetly. Tkat foolhardy little Tom Matthews will certainly fall, said Kent, absently, as he watched a little carrot-headed fellow .climbing like a monkey to the very topmost bough of a hickory tree. "I wisn he would fall! I wish every ragamuflin in the world would break his good-for-nothing little neck, and then crhaps Kent Hrainard would have eyes and cars for other people!" Hosa breathed into the little pink ear of Mamie St John, another pretty mission teacher. Rosa's pity was evidently only a thin veneering. "Oh, I snpposo ho's training up Tom Matthew's cross-eyed little sister, Bid dy, for his wife. He appears to be just in fain itel with the slums!" whispered Mamie, in return, making a little grim mace of pretty disdain. 'Another peach, did you say, Miss Ilosa? Inquired Kent, after ho had watched little Tom decend in safety. Yes thank you, I will have one. Those great, yellow, rose-tinted globes are precisely my idea of ambrosia!" Hut a fat young man who was de voted to Mamie St. John, and likewise to the good things of this world, had helped himself to the last peach in the cut-glass dish, and as Hosa tilted the tin can. to renew tho supply, some thing fell with the peaches something that proclaimed itself as brightly as gold when an arrow of sunlight caught it It was a locket with the inscription Aunt Kate to Lttle Kit," traced on one side, as Kent discovered, after im mersing it in the goblet of water, and wiping it with a napkin which blazed with the Boffin "B," done in red, etching-silk. Kent opened it curiously and stud ied the face within attentively. Frank, sweet eyes of tho darkest blue met h's own; a saucy, tender mouth laughed up at him; and he could almost fancy that the dimple nestling in tho sweet-pea cheek deep ened beneath his gaze, so overflowing with radiant life was the girlish face. 'How romantic!' echoed Mamie St John, peeping over his shoulder. "Now," of eonrs?, vou will trace tho peaches from Johnson's, where Iloa bought them, to the place, whei they were canned, and never rest t.ll you have found the fair original, when tho thing will and in cream-colored satin and the Wedding March!" Thank you for the suggestion!" said Kent, his dark eyes sparking m sch ie vou sly. "Nonsense!" broke in Kosa, a trifle tartly for she didn't relish this trifling. "Mr. Hrainard will never care half as much for any woman as he does for little Tom Matthew, Billy Jenkins and tho rest of tho ragged crew." 'Tissaid that every man meets with his Waterloo in tho form of some fair woman. Kven Michael Angelo and his Vittoria Colonna, and w hy should not Kent Brainard, that rugged old bache lor with phebeian tastes." waving his shapely hand toward the "ragged crew'' in quest on, "havo his 'Kate?' " laughed Kent Many a true word Is spoken in jest, however, and Hosa would have felt the misty foundations of her rapidly-rising air-castle beginning to nvlt away, could she have seen Kent carefully lay away the little locket in the pink satin folds of a glove-case that she had giv en him for Christmas, as he soliloquiz ed: "Why shouldn't I at least trnco out little Kit, and give her back her lock ct?'' "Kent Brainard is one of the few men that I would be willing to trust your happiness to, my pet. And it was all those peaches. Blessings on that stupid Jeremiah!" beamed Miss Matti son, kissing the half-hidden flushed cheek belonging to her niece, who had just buried her head in her aunt's am ple lap, after telling the story that is as old as the hills, yet always as freh and sweet as the rosebuds. By which it will bo seen t hat Mamie St. John was a true prophet. "It uuisn"t all those peaches." sa:d Kate, raising her pretty, crumpled dark head with a pretty little laugh. "Part of it was Kit; for if she hadn't dropped her locket into the kettle of peaches, like the dear little meddlesome darling that she is, I wouldn't be the happy girl that I am to-day." "(Jive credit where credit is due," laughed John Thorndyke, coining into the room, "if the much maligned little god, Cupid, who occasionally does do a good tiling; hadn't saved Brainard from all the g rls who must have been pull ing eajH for him, and our 'queen rose' from the lovers who were buzzing about her like so many bees, and brought them together, peaches would have availed very little." "It was a clear case of Cupid and caches!" admitted Miss Mattison. with her expressive little curls all a-flutter as she beamed felicitations upon the universe in general through her steel bowed spectacles. Pestered by the Penniless. Hardly n day passes that Mr. Jay Gould, Mr. Russell Sage, Mr. Cyrus W. Field ami other men of influence in the financial world are not pestered b. persons with little money who apply to them to be aided in making fortunes in Wall street. The persons are not downright beggars; they arc willing to put up the little money they have, but they want to do it through the hands of these eminent gentlemen, believing that that course will secure them sure and big returns. A reporter sat in Mr. Sage's office tho other day when a man once well known in Wall street cann in and interrupted the conversation be tween Mr. Sage ami the reporter by saying that he was penniless, but that he had a little credit in a broker's of fice. "Tell in-? what to do Mr. Sage," the intruder said; "tell me what stock to operate iu for a turn. That's all I a-sk. I can't afford to lose a cent. My folks are in want of the necessaries of l.fe." Mr. Sage told'him that it was pretty dillicult to say what to do, but alter thinking a bit told him to buy 100 shares of a certain stock. "I think you will make $100 on it," added Mr. Sage, "but if the market goes against you I'll protect the stock for you." The man made his $10) and alittlo more, and next evening, when Mr. Sago returned home, Mrs. Sage showed him a letter from the wife of the man who had appealed for aid thanking her in the warmest terms for the conduct of her husband. Xr.w York Sun. George Washington's Suit. Mr. Allen Thorndike Kice, of the North Atner can Keview, has become the owner of the silk coat, waistcoat and knee trousers, and the gold knee and shoe bnckles which (Icorge Wash ington wore when he took tho inaugur al oath of tirst president of the United States. The price is supposed to have been about $o00. liar per' s L'i:ir. A Wise Crow. Engineer Jack Kllis, of Williamsport, Pa., h.is a very large and wise crow. Ho is too feet long from tho tip of his beak to the tip of his tail feathers, and is a scientific thief. A shepherd dog, chained to a kennel in the yard, is one of the worst vict nis. Whenever be sees the dog gnawing a bono he sneaks up behind him and grabs him by the tail; the sudden attack causes the dog to quickly wheel about to find out what's there, but the crow holds on, and goes around w.th the tail to w here the coveted bone is, snatches it up, and in an Instant is out of the reach of the angry animal. Sew York Sun. OLD HICKORY'S HLRMITAGE. A V1U to the Iiiterot!nc Tennessee Home of Andrew .lucliton, A correspondent of tho Chicago Trib une, who recently visited "The Hermit age," Andrew Jackson's old Tennessee country seat, writes as follows: When my presence became known on tho broad piazza an aged negro came forward and greeted me with cu rious and quaint politeness. His hair was white, his black face wrinkled and wizzened and he was but poorly dress ed. "Welcome, sahltode 'Hermitage,' " he said, with a broad salaam and sweep of his ancient hat. I soon learned that this was "Uncle Alfred," ono of the last of Gen. Jackson's servants. Ho was born at tho 'Hermitage" eighty four years ago and has never left the place. He is now a kind of factotum, and to him has been especially assign ed the task of escorting such pilgrims as may visit the historic spot and wor ship at the shrine of St. Andrew. He is a comical old soul. "G'way, chillen," he exclaimed to a group of youngsters of all shades, who had gathered about. "Hy'ar you, Jim, tie de gemman's boss; come in. sah!" and Uncle Alfred led the way through the massive oaken door into tho great hall of the "Hermitage." Thero was a suggestion of grandeur about this old hall, even though it were barren of adornment and not wholly free from the ravages of time and pres ence of dust. Uncle Alfred placed an old-fashioned hickory-bottomed chair for his visitor and at once began to explain, in his old fashioned, obsequious way, that "de. Kunnel" (Col. Andrew Jackson, jr.), was not at home. "He done gone to Nashville," said the old man, with a touch of sadness in his voice. "They'se. trying to g ve the old place away to de (luv'ment, and do Kunnel gone to town to see do Legi.s- ( l ilnr (Iiii.uj ilnv- vvi.n'f iliiv rile ni. sus out and all of us, but do Kunnel's mightv 'fraid of dem folks in Nash ville. '' ! Just then a feeble, querulous voice ! came from an inner room. "Alfred!" "Yes, missus," and the old man, with a "'Scusm me, sah!" hobbled through a side door. ' Who is the gentleman?" I heard the satue voice ask. "Where is Andrew? I will not have here till Andrew comes." I divined at once that th s was tho aged daughter-in-law of Andrew Jack son. I beckoned Uncle Alfred, handed him a card, and ak if I could see Mrs. Jackson. In a second the old servant, bovf ing and scraping, ushered me into a plainly turuislevl room. Iu a great easy chair sat a decrepit old lady. Her little body swayed back and forth, her neat lttle cap was closely drawn over thin, white hair, and her eyes was lustreless. She put forth an attenuated hand and sin led iu a kind of a helpless i way, but said with dignity: 'T trust, sir, you w 11 not require me to leave un til my son returns. I am very old, and it would be cruel to force me out of the house without seeing him lust" I at Dne assured the old lady that I had no such mission. She became calm, and toyed with the card a moment "You Dame from Nashville ?" she asked. I told her yes, but did not live there. ! am from Chicago." "Ah ! Chicago. What a great city that is. My father," and here the old lady drew herself up proudly, "my father took great interest in Chicago when it was only Fort Dearborn. But I have never been there. Hannah!" A likely young colored woman appear "The gentleman will excuse me, I know; I must lie down. Alfred will show you about the place, sir. Here, Hannah, give me your arm." The old lady rose slowly and feebly, and supported by her servant, tottered from the room. "Missus is gittin' mighty old," said Alfred, who appeared; "she's eighty three now, an' she's drefful 'fraid of Iwin' put out of the 'Hermitage.' " Alfred led the way to the back piazza, and with reverential foretinger pointed out a small log house with two windows an an outside chimney, such as arc so common in the South. "Dat was de house olo mass', de (Jin'l. first lived in," he said, in a retrospective tone. "Dis yer house was built in but do (Jin'l never 'joyed hisself yer. Dat ole house was where he lived wid do fus' m ssus dar was whero he cum when he cum back from New Awleans; dar where his frens use to come befo' he was President I was bawn dar, sah! My mammy was the Gin's cook, an' vou see dat kitchen offen do cabin ? I was bawn dar, sah. in 1802." I saw that Undo Alfred was in Ja communicative mood and that he had a remarkable memory, and so I let him rattle on. "Dis yer house was built in 18-'6 now wait; not dis yer house ex actly, fo' yo' sec dat de house dat was built den was burned down in 1832. Next year it was built up agin dat's dis yer house. It was de old house tint de fus misses died In. She had only been out o' de cabin over dartwoyears. Do Gin'l had been elected President Missus was pack in' her trunks to go to Washington when she took sick and died just befo' Christmas, 1828. It nearly broke de (Jin'l's heart. Dis yer new house was never de samo to him after. OKI Alfred led the way to the log cabin. It is a miserable, rickety affair, used now as tho homo of pigs and chickens. It is very hard to realize that in this tumble down wreck, An drew Jackson, in 1804, entertained Aaron Burr. But such Is th fact. Here, too, he (lined the Marquis de Lafayette, who afterwards wrote ui'.st charmingly of the hospital. ty be en countered at the "country home of Gen. Andrew Jackson." Tnat "country home," as Lafayette saw it, was an humble alla'r indeed. The mud which filled tho chinks between the logs long sinco fell away. The chimney has crumbled, the logs themselves are fast decaying; it is a grand but historic wreck. Leading tho way down a tan gled and winter-swept garden, old Al fred approached a domed structure. "Dis yero's de Ginl's tomb," he said reverently and off' came his hat. I could do no less than Alfred. My own came off. The tomb was built by Jackson before his death in honor of the wife ho loved so well. It is a dome, supported by fluted columns, with cor nice, frieze aud architrave. Hising from the base is a simple marble shaft, pure ami undefacod, save by the hand of the vandal. Two slabs lie beneath the pavill on. The inscription on one was written by the President himself. In the stormiest portion of his career, when he was lighting tho Nullilication ists, battling with tho Bank, cursing the enemies of the Union, and swear ing in the choicest invective at his own political foes, he found time and senti ment, both based upon affection and love, to write this beautiful epitaph for the slab of his dead wife: ; "Mere lie the remains of '. '. MllS. Ka IIKI. .1 AC KMN, I : wiie .f : : riutsii.KNT .J( kov, : I Who d ed the of Diveiuber, '. : Aued : : Her fare was fair, her person ( lrnslnir, '. '. lm- tpmjM-r amlatilo, and her heart kiud; '. : she (It-lighted in relieving the wntof her : ; f.-liow creatures and culuvA'.fl thitt div.iie : ; pleasure l y the tn-'ht liberal an 1 ui re- : ; tending methods; to the iHir itie whs a '. : benefactor; to the rich an example; to : ; the wretched a comforter, to the jrosier- '. ous an ornament; her piety went hand in I ; bund with her benevolence, and th '. ; thanked her Creator for being permitted .' ; to do it'hhI. A being so irentle. aud yet ( '. '. virtuous, slander might wound hut"c uM : ; not Uifiionnr. Kwn I). -nth. wueu he tore : ; her from the arms of ht-r hul:n I. eoiil I '. : but tratjfeport her to the Ixotu of her : : ;od.'' : And there it is to-day. Weeds creep over it Beetles como out in the spring sunshine and crawl over the blackened slab; dirt has settled in the cutting so that a penknife must be used to decipher it, but there is the inscription just as the bereaved man wrote it The adjoining slab is newer. It lies beside that of the beloved Rachel and bears simply the words: : (Jen. A Miitr.w Jackson, : ; born March 15, 1 T 7. : I)i-d June 5. lsJj. : "I stood right dar," said old Alfred, "de day de (J n'l was buried. It w ar a great funeral. All de military com panies was yore from Nashville and de garden was full of people. De sojers tired dere guns company after com pany, de people bowed dere heads, wo colored chill tin stood aroun' cryin', and it was a drefful moment. De (Jin'l was lowered right down under dat slab. He had bricked up de grave long befo' he died, and he said dere must b no dirt throwed on him. De coftin had a thick glass top and he left orders dat it must be put iu the bricked-up grave and cov. cred with a plank only, and then dat slab put on top. If o' could lift dat slab you could go right down iu the (J n Ts grave." And so old Alfred rattled on. There is one room in the old house devoted to swords, eaneg, pipes, and bric-a-brac once owned by Jackson. These old Alfred delights to show, but I cannot burden this article with a description. They have been handled until they are worn. One of the curi ous things shown is the will of OKI Hickory." It bequeaths everything to his adopted son, Andrew Jackson, jr., and is signed with a tirm hand. President Depew's Good Advice. President Chaunccy M. Depew of the New York Central railroad, in a recent speech to tho employes of his railroad, said: "No man can stand still. The mo ment ho tries to do nothing but eat his meals and bottom chairs, he is no use. He goes back. His opinion is not worth any thing, and no man will pay him two cents an hour. A man is like a locomotive. Ambition is the engin eer. Hope is the fireman. The station where ho stops to tako in coal and water arc his home, the church, the society he keeps, the libraries ho uses. There are no breaks on this locomotive. When he stops, tho locomotive must run back. How shall a man use these two months of the jear which ho has at his disposal ? There is a genlteman who always steps in just here a gentleman whom I have often seen. Ho is called tho devil. Some men do not believe in the personal devil. I do. I meet him every day of my 1 fe. He is one of the most cheer ful fellows you ever knew." Society in New York, At Mrs. Scarlett Aster's dance: Mrs. S. A. -"Oh, hero you arc at last, Mr. Snobson. Now you must come in to this german with a friend of mine, charming girl, I assure you." Mr. S. "Haw. Thanks, awfully. You aw vowy good, but I weally ncvaw dawnco with stwange girls, Mrs. Astaw. A fellaw cawnt wisk his weputation as a dancaw, don't chew know." Kxit Into supper room. Town Topics. THE SAN CARLOS SNIDANS. Ilellef Tliat lli Apuohc t on template an l.itrly Outhreali. Superv sor Prank Proctor has re turned from a trip through (J la and Graham counties of a month, and dor ing his absence ho visited the reserva tion and saw how its all'aiis are con ducted. H(j speaks iu high terms of the management of ('apt. P.erce, and says that for the first time in the h sto ry of the reservation the Indians ate made to foel that tins white man is their master. Tho bucks aro naturally the laziest beings on earth or rather they are the most averse to manual labor and they will often suffer im prisonment in the guard house in shackles rather than perform tho task set them. They aro rerpi red now to till the soil and grow their own food as largely as possible. Tho white em ployes are instructing them iu lessons of agriculture, and the new life is not at all pleasant to many of the older bucks, who feel disgraced indoing me nial work. They are governed by a firm hand, however, and at the same time they receive fair and just treat ment against all things they are taught that only reasonable commands will bo given, and that they must be obeyed. '1 here is no alternative but such a quality of punishment as the offense of the refractory Indian deserves usu ally imprisonment iu the guard house. A great deal of progress has been made by those Indians under the well directed guidance of Capt. Pierce and his sulxntlmates. He personally in spects the manner in which his orders have been executed, and while he is feared bv the Ind ans he is highly res pected by them, and every promise or pledge made to tuem is accepted in the full fact that it will be fulfilled to the letter. The origin of tho recent speck of trouble on the reservation was some thing like the following: Lieut. Mott and the head fanner had gone below soni(! distance from tho agency to look after the ditches, and while examining them a young buck came up to two other side and asked the lieutenant why iie imprisoned his fathr in the guard house. The lieutenant told him it was because he would not work. The young buck made some surly or threat ening remark, and the lieutenant told him to hush up or he might g.-t in the guard-house also. The buck then drew a pistol and lired at them, inflict. ng the wounds that caused Lieut. Mott's death and the disabling of the farmer. Tho murderer has since been apprehended, and will probably suffer for his crime, A general sentiment prevails among the employes on the reservation, which is not shared by Capt P erce, however, that another outbreak is inevitable, and that it is liable to come at any mo ment between now and the early sum mer months. It will be tin? Tontos and possibly the White Mountains They are very restless and surly when beyond the espionage of tho scouts and others in authority, and are only aw aiting a good pretext to mutiny. They are not as good warriors as the Chiri cahuas, and they wdl speed ly bo con quered if they take the war-path, and the sooner they start out the better it will be, as it will end them and their troubles so far as Arizona is concerned. A long continued warfare like that just ended is impossible with the tribes now on the reservation. The Indians are all well armed and have plenty of ammunition. Nearly every one has a pistol, and many of them nave rifles hidden away. Tho sale of arras and ammunition on the reservation is forbidden, but they man ago to secure their supplies some where else. Tlfo possession of these arms gives them a degree of confi dence and arrogance that they would not otherwise assert. Their fear of the scouts is proof of tho eflicaey of force with these cowardly people, and if any danger is apparent of an outbreak it would probably be deprived of all its potency by relieving tho suspected tribe of their arms and ammunition, and by keeping an extraordinary sur veillance over them. Tucson Citizen. 7 Dog and Diamonds. A well known Wa 11 street broker is a famous dog fancier, and withal, a good story teller. He owns a handsome niastaff known and petted by all the school children in the neighborhood. One day last week tho broker received a telegram at his oflice runn ng thus: 'Dog has swallowed diamond rings. What shall we do?" Tho reply that ho sent was brief, but to the point: "lie up the dog." The valuable rings were recovered and the slog is now convalescent. It appears that his wife lad fwoof her rings on a chair and the dog immediately mado a lunch of them. Brooklyn Kagle. The American Idea. Distinguished Foreigner I have call ed, sir to ask permission to pay "my ad dress to your daughter. American Father Nothing would please me better, sir, than an alliance with but, stop, suppose my answe! should be "no." Then of course, I should ret re." "You would?" "Certainly." Then my answer is no.' I've a mighty poor opinion of a man who will give up a girl so easv as that." Omaha World.