MY WALK TO CHUHCH.
Freatldng the summer-scented air
Along tlifl lowry mountain way,
Cacti Load'B Jay morning 1 repair
Jo Serve my church a mil' away.
Edow. the glorious river lies
A bright, broad hri-astcd, Ativan sea
And round the Nimiptuonn. hlgldviJj rUe,
Fair as the hli of (iahlce.
Young flowers cr In mr putli. I bear
Jltulc of unr.cnided tune.
To heart of Itrautv tieata ao ucnr,
It jule mlulatf my own.
The thadow on the meadow' trvast
Is not mere culm than my raposo
A step by atop, I am tt:ut
Of every ltvtuir thing that grow.
Ah, something melt along tbeaky,
And something r from the ground,
And fill the Inner enr ami eye
Utfyond the sctise of sight and souud.
It I cot that I f-trlvo to oee
What Ixm In lovely chapes has wrought
Ita gracious messijrea to me
Come, like the centle dewa, unsought.
I merely walk with open heart
V.'hlch feels the secret In lh ilgn;
Bat, oh, how largu mid rich in? part
lu all that makes the fcittt duvinel
Sometimes I ltear tht happv b rJi
That sang to Christ beyond the sea,
And oftlv III condoling words
Blend with their jorou minstrelsy,
Sometimes In roval Teslure glow
The lilies that He called so fair,
WLIcb never toll nor spin, yet show
The lovlug Father's tender care.
And then alone the fragrant hills
A radiant presence septus to more,
And earth grows fairer in it tilts
The very atr I breathe with love,
And now I see one perfect face,
And hastening to iik church's door,
Find LI I in within the holy pi sea
Who, all my way, wnt on before.
llvratin AVjji J'owers, in Jlrp?r'$ Jfayi'
DAISY.
'Yes, lam going away," said Cyril
Danton, switching tho beads off tbo
white meadow-daisies as ho walked
along, ami glancing askanee at tho
graceful girlish figure and street,
downcast face that kept pace so mod
rstly and silently boside him.
"Away from this out-of tho-way coun
try hole, where, tho Kople understand
and care for nothing Uit to 'grub' for
existence in the soil like moles and
affect to despite, or regard with impu
dent curiosity, every one whose in
stincts and intuit-ons are higher and
nobler than their own. 1 feed that tho
city is the place for nie. My talents
and abilities are lost here; no one com
prehends, no one appreciates mo, ex
cept yourself, little Daisy," the speak
er added, more graciously, "and my
dear mother."
Little Daisy, as her companion had
called her. made no answer in words;
her only reply was a glance, timid and
loving, from a pair of wistful, soft blue
eyes that sank modestly the instant
they met Cyril's.
Ho reached ont, and loox her soft,
little sun-bnrnt hand within his own.
"You won't forget me, 1 tile sweet
heart. You and my mother will pray
for me at home, while I work bant m
the city. And on know that sketch I
made of you when first you came?
Well. I shall make it the central figure
for the great group of sculpture that
is to make my name a Marguerite or
a Madonna, probably. Aud whsm I
am rich I shall come back and marry
you. and 6how tho world the original
R.S my own sweet wtfe. Will you wait
for me so lonjc little DaiyP"
Tho young g rl raised her innocent
yes to bi9. and shook hor head with
a blush and a suppressed sigh.
"It wonld be no use if I did." she
answered, simply. "You will have
chunged your mind, I know; you will
not want mo then."
Cyril, however, protested earnestly
against that.
"You aro the dearest little thing in
tho world," ho said; and you know I
lovo you. Promise, Daisy, dear, to
wait for tne."
And so she promised him; wonder
ing in her innocent humility, that ho
-so handsome and g.fted. and some
day to be so greatshould choose a littlo
countrv maiden for his love, but having
no doubts, in her own simple truth, of
of his sincer ty.
"I will read and study hard when
you are away," she said, Itctwoou
smiles and tars; "so that, when tho
day you speak of comes. I shall not
fchame yon."
And he told her half in earnest.
tnd qu te truthfully that "alio could
never shame him" that her innocence,
and truth, and beauty, would graco tho
highest station. And as lu clasped
ber in his arms, and kissed her sweet,
shy lips, and realized that she loved
him, something deeper and more seri
ous than a men) light fancy awoke in
his vain, ambitious soul, and for the
moment he felt Hint the f;with of this
pure young heart was a better treas
ure than wealth of fame could bring
him.
But, being a man. he put the thought
away. For "Jove is of man's life a
thing apart."
"She Is n swejt thing," ho thought,
rontentedlv: "and when ray position
in tho world is assured I will como
back and marry her. No man could
have a lovelier or a purer littlo wif.!"
But the world, with its flatteries and
disappointments, it promises, delu
sions, snares, soon effaced the light im
f session poor Daisy had made upon a
ight and fieklo heart, and he was an
noted when his mother wrote him
three years later: "Our Daisy, as von
used to call her, is nineteen now. ller
aunt hrs left her a little fortune, and
she has welcomed it for your sake.
Cyril, to bo of somo use to ycu. Yon
cannot think how the poor child has
atudled to improve herself, for tho
same reason, or how faithfully she
clings to her lovo for you. and belief in
yonr solemn engagement. My son, if
you do not reallr purpose tanking her
yonr wifo. it would bo more honorable
to ask her to release you. It is a erim
to trifle with a trusting heart; and such
a one is Daisy's."
When this letter reached him he was
quite impatent and vexed, and in
veighed bitterly against "Iho foil v of
young f rls who take a word of flat
tery In earnest! '
r'or 1 have no recollect'on of any
thing like a erious engagement," ho
wrote, "although, ot course, if Daisy
claims that Mich was tho case, 1 shall,
if n.-ecss try, sacrifice in v self to a sensj
of honor. But I bclievo my cons n is
too pint lo lvipi ro th s and too sensi
ble to believe that n man t'.tid woman
coull marry happily upon tho mete
remnant of a boy aud-gul llirlation. It
is not that any other lovo has tilled my
heart I h ive never really loved. My
art is my lovo. and my life's one aim
and hope is ambition. '
And to himself ho said:
"Marry, indeed! Tie myself down
with a wife and fam ly, to bo a clog
upon my Iwst endeavors! No, Indeed!
Aud fur" Daisy, too a poor, little, slm
p!o country g rl, as sweet and insipid
as tho llower I named her after! Will
sho hold me bound? Havo I ruined my
whole career by a moment of thought
less tolly?"
Not if "tho ruin of his whole career"
meant marrying Daisy.
By return" of post "came a letter that
sot him free. It contained but few
word, simple tuid to tho ioint, and
wa.i quite prettily written, lit turned
it over and over curiously, his lirst
feeling of gelf-grntulalion giving way
to an odd sense of annoyance aud loss.
"Cool enough, certainly. Sho
couldu't havo ben so fond of mo as
mother thought. And nicely written.
Sho must hav improved a good deal.'1
Ho glanced at the picture again. "Sho
was a lovely creature in those days,
certainl, and with proper training,
and culture, and dres, and all that
might have developed into a boaut;
but, pshaw! don't 1 know how these
country girls grow up! Freckled, and
tanned", coarse and awkward, tow
headed, ignorant, and narrow-minded.
I am well out of a tronblesomo scrape
and havo good reason to bo thankful T '
Ho thought so in good earnest when,
in tho following winter, he met at last
tho woman whom he called "hi fate'
at sight of her the light and ambitious
heart that Daisy's simple loveliness
had touched, indeed, but never really
won was stirred to its hitherto un
suspected depths, an 1 awoko to a real
passion.
"They tell me I am like vour statuo
of Marguerite," said Miss liaymond to
him, with her calm and gracious s wile.
"I should like to see it, and judge for
m v self, if you have no objection."
Ho had no objection, though ho
dared not say so, it was such a fanci
ful and idle one. In h soul ho shrank
from allowing tho woman whom ho
loved to loo upon the modelled faco
of the girl wlio had loved him, and
whoso trust he had betrayed.
For ho could better Appreciate now
what he had made Daisy suffer now
that h s own heart was awake.
"If she loved me as I lovo this queen
of hearts," ho thought, "what must
my infidelity have eot her? Boor lit
tle, innocent child! H-avon grant that
this woman, who holds my heart in
her fair hands, may not tling it away
as I did iHisv's!"
And mentallr he vowed, standing
beside "his fate," and .tAix with her
on tho "Marguerite" to seek out the
poor crushed flower ho had worn so
lightly, and ak her pnrd'ri. and to be
to her always a true frieu I and brother.
Annt llavmond, tho l?auty and heir
ess, utood Jong btfore the statuo with
out a word. It may hare been the
memory of Marguerite's sad story, or
it mar have buen tho ptrro and simple
loveliness of tho flower like face, that
touched her heart but, as she gazed,
her own face grew clouded, and a look
of pain and trouble gnw in her deep
violet eyes.
Then suddenly sho turned to Cyril.
Sho was stately always, but sho seem
ed imperious now.
"What was her name?" she asked
him.
For his life lie could not havo re
fused to answer. Could not, even to
win her. deco ve tho woman ho adored.
"I call her 'Daisy, " he said, hum
bly. "It wa9 a jrei name, only she
ws a sort of distant cousin I do not
remember her real name 'Daisy
Vane.' "
"And did you love her? I know
that sli-j loved you no need to tell mo
that; I can rea I it in those eand d. in
nocent eyes. D:i you lovo her, (,'vril
Danton?"
Then he told hr all. His vanity,
his falsehood, hi-: awaking to real love,
his penitence fr the wrong he had
done Daisy.
"I never knew how great it was till
I loved yn.rt lie cried. "For until
then I never knew what lovo was! Oh,
Aura, von aro d ?arer to in than my
life! I have no wish to 1 ve unless I
w.n you!"
And so feels Daisy still for vou!"
she cried, with her lovely color mant
ling high, and her violet eyes growing
deep and dark with emotion.
Or so s!i iti l foil a few months
ago, when I saw her and learne I her
story. I know what 1 1 ; r sorrow w.t!
It was to win you back to her that I
first sought to meet and know yon!"
Faco to faco they stoo l, looking into
each other's eyes," tho woman flushed
and proud, the man pah; as death.
"You haT'c deceived me. then as I
did Daisy," hy groaned. "Trifled w.lh
my true he r t as I did with hers.
Well!" ho turned away and covered
his facd with his hands "I am justly
punished!"
She laid her soft while hand upon
his arm and looked up into his face,
with a smile like that of Marguerite
herself; the proud Imper on air was
gone "ho was gentle, plead ng, ten
der now, as Daisy could have baen.
"No!" she said. "I havo not trifled
or deceived, for I love you, Cyri'.'
Nay " for ho would havo caught her
In his arms, "not until vou aro froe!
You aro Daisy's yet. unless she gives
mo to you; 1 hold it nothing that sho
gave you back your freedom when you
asked' it what could hor pride do
less? Sho is not, to-da. tho little,
simple girl yon won; sho is called
htautifnl. and stie has studied hard to
bo worthy of you and had ample
moans, left to her by a relative. Sho
Is no more tho simple girl vou cast
away, but a proud woman, Cyril. But
pride could not euro her lovo. andsh
griored for wxi. and I vowe l that I
wmild bring you hack. Lit mo keep
m word. Come b.ick with m to your
mother's house, and lo D.iijsy,' and
lot her decide our fate,"
But lie bei tntcst. "If she hotd t
hold mo bound," lie said "and I lovo
you!"
But sho sm led happily.
"Sho is tco proud to hold you against
your wdl," sho said.
Will you cotucP"
"Any where with you to lead!" ht
answered passionately.
She held out her hand.
"1 w II lead you to your happiness,"
sho said, quietly.
1 he journey was a short one. and
neither spoke many word on the way.
both were full of the thoughts of what
tho coming interview would bnnj
forth.
Cril, especially, cudgelled his Ijrair
to th nk what his fair companion's rea'
motive could be, and ho was inwardly
gnawed with tho pangs of doubt anJ
of remors-e doubt whether Daisy
would bo strong enough to lot prido
ovcreomo love, or whether tho passiop
wou'd bo too strong for her; and re
morso for tho part ho acted toward
her; and which cansed a feeling of tha'
dangerous omotioo, pity, to spring uj
in his heart towards tho woman ho hai
treated so coldly, and who loved bin
so well.
Aura, on her part, had a half-museJ
half-expectant expression, which in
creased Cyril's perplexity, as every nor
and again he gave a swift look into hoi
clear o os.
At length they reached their destina
tion' and tho evening sun bathed thf
landscape in crimson splendor as they
drove up to the gate. How familiar
was tho scone!
Those seem to bo tho vory satin
meadow daisies whoso heals 1 switch
ed off, years ago," Cyril said; and then
another memory came back ami he
broko off. sighing.
Mr. Danton came running ont to
meet them, and clasped hor long-lost
truant in her arms.
"Welcome home, my son!" sho cried;
then turning to M ss Raymond: "And
Daisy, too! You two together? So ou
succeedod, then, true heart, and won
him back again!"
Cvril utterod a sudden crt.
"Daisy!" he cried. "You Daisy f
Oh!" and then swift comprehension
flashed on heart and bra n. Ho ttirnof
and caught her to his heart. "Forgivf
me! Forgive me! mv true love! i
know vou now so rhanged and yet
the same; my littlo cousin, Aura Ray
mond Vane mv own sweet 'Daisy!' "
He Said He Was Asleep.
"Joe" Blackburn, tho other day, lay
stretched on a longuo in ono of tha
rooms in the capitol, reviewing somo
committee report about to bs submit
ted to the sinato when ono of tho
pages entered and gave him a card.
Without rising "Joe" real tho note on
tho card peevishly, with:
"Oh, the dev 1! She here again ? 1
told her last week I couldn't do any
thing for her."
Tho visitor was a woman who had
been twice dismissed from the depart
ment of the interior, and reinstated
after the lirst dismissal on the recom
mendation of Senator Blackburn. Ho
was unwilling, however, to interfere
again, as he was confident that sho
did not deserve it
"I cannot see her." ho said impa
tiently "Get rid of her anv way. Toll
her I'm asleep, or anything you like."
Quickly returning to the woman in
the entry, the page said:
"Senator Blackburn told mo to tell
you that ho was asleep."
"Ah, he says bo's asleep, eh?" sho
exclaimed. "Well, will you bo kind
enough to return and ask him when
he intends to wako up?"
It is the first time, I think, that
"Joe" was evor caught napping.
AVu York Tribune.
At Borne, Sweet Home.
Bunker (at dinner table) Slrarigi
thing happened, my love, to-day. 1
met Charlie Blazer.
Mrs. Bunker Charlie Blazer! Well.
I never did! Johnny, take yonr el
bows off tho table. What did he have
to say? More coffee?
Bunker Half cup. We talked about
old times aud--Thomus don't rattle
yonr fork on vour plate. He said
Mrs. B. Maine, leave the room if
vou can't keen quiet. Is he living in
Boston yet?
Bunker No; he moved to Tom,
see who's at tho door, and if it's a
baggar, tell him no--to Portland, and
he thinks h will
Mrs. B. Mercy on u-! K ite, do 1m
careful. You nearly put out baby's
eyes with your linger. So glad to
hear it. Did you tell him
Tom Man with h ton of coal.
Bunker Must be mistaken; tell him
to try the next door. I told Ciiarbe--
Mr. B. Excuse me. dear. 1 hear
Mrs. Battles calling me over the back
fence.
Bunker (with energy If I ever try
to tell a story again I (Chokes him
self on his coffee aud subsides).
I.ookn Mke Clmuucey M. Depew.
A. IL Whitney's resemblance to
Chauncey M. Depew continues to t rin
him into o I I experiences of tnistaker
identity He was up town during tits
gathering of Repubt cms, when n gen
tleman rushed up to him and said hast,
ily: "Whv how do you do? How il
you do? I'm very glad to see you.
thought yd had sailed for Europe.'
Mr. Whitney at oneo discerned wha
the trouble was arid replied: "No; .
changed my mind ami concluded te
stay at home th.s summer." Where
upon Iho other said: "Well, I'm
awful glad you didn't go away, for th
stato committee has inst fixed upor
Saratoga as tho place for holding th
state convention, and as I am a leotl
short, I know you wouldn't mind giv
ing me a pas." The "pass" has no
yet been drawn up. Xcw Yor't Slur.
Trent South for Husband?.
Three Yankee girls are horo tcsch
ing school, and I'll bet that some ol
our widowers will marry them before
tho car cloaes. Awav back before tin
war. when Yankee girls usa I to eom
sontli and teach school, our w dowori
married them as fast us tho came
'I hey were smart, self-reliant anr
eeouoMiied. xnd that is tho kind of t
Wife Widower Wnllt. Hill .1 ' , I'
A' f tt t U- tttUf"irt.
THE DELLS. 1
How Chines .Mul Inn :vvt Iter I'MtUer's
l i e, but l.o .t II Own.
New Yuri; V ..r!d.
xUs..T.v.-ytra 'I A 1 bells a
o of the
v'-V.-ilM fTVltoit II lit i
t anti u ty Is
IJ r- -
im nii !n ll.tn I l:i"t.
'Jv; frr -I? iinoimh the mists or
.teJtho l,invn of history
zrtfi we can lamtly he;ir
P'lfe NRfllt
(V" VKXiJSl f ' tli.L-li. .f II, . nil.
cry bells of the l'gp
tian i riests. serv i
'A f nau1,M
i. .i Hi
tjgjjj at Iho lulnesof Is:
, i nil i unit vi 7
have authentic records
of their use by the Hebrews In their wor
ship of the Most lliyh. It Is ,ulto probthlo
that that eunnbu worker in Iron ami ! rass.
Tul.ai Cain, knew the mystery of the
minlinof met als which nul.es tho mu
sic in the bell. But the brief history f
the first hlt ksinl h. we are vouchsafed in
(Jenesls, makes no mention of it Tho
Chinese have always been a Ix-ll-rining
people, and there are t -day b'llsto lo l
in 1'ekiu whoso casting, i.cordln? to Ce
lestial reco ds, antedates the creation of
our reve atlon. How the reat bells of
China were made Is a secret known only
to tho directors of the foundries appoint
ed by the emperor for tl.elr skill and
knowledge of c vibrations of the metals
and other Ingredients that enter into their
composition. These Ingredients wero not
by anv means confined to metals or at
lea.t that was the le!lef of not only tho
rulers but the people, whoas-oeiated with
success in the casting the aid of the pow
ers of darknes , Wio h id to I e propitiated
by all manner of ceremon'es and hacrl
lices. lest, perchance, when the pa cr
pi aye s were not burning, or the priest
who watched do cd. a malignant lien I
mlglit t ss uno served into the caldron of
molten metal some magical sbstan e
known only to devils having the potent
power to prevent tho proper amalgama
tion of the metals, thus rendering vain
the work of months, perhaps years of
preparation and prayer. Success or fail
ure was sometimes a matter of II To or
death with the maker of the lei!. a thlr 1
fa lure usually leing p .nlshed by a stroko
of the sword which left him headless.
Many thousands of ears ago a very
magnificent, powerful and cruel emperor
rc gned In lVkin. Attached to his court
was a famon bell-maker and wonderful
alchemist whoknew a 1 of the secrets of the
art an I all of the mysteries of tho mingling
of me als known to man. and not a few of
those known t-i j;cnli only.
V
Tin: nrxi u ;i:Af i; (Hi ik h.
Now, this wise man had made many
bells tor the cruel emieror, who loa led
him with wealth and honors, but neverthe
less the tyrant was not atisfiel. and not
withstanding that his reign had thns far
been rendered remarkable by the creation
of more and bigger ldls of jerfcet tone,
by this ennn ng alchemist, than that of
any of his ancestors he laid his command
again upon the bell-maker that he should
make him a lell bigger than any that bad
yet been made by the Irand of man, and
more perfect In tone than any to be fo-ind
In the length of the mighty empire.
Though the h nor of mic i a commission
was great and the reward the highest
place next the throne in the nation fh
great alc'.io nlst was troubled, for he knew
the difficulty o' the task, tre strong possi
bility o.' failure, and the Mire penalty of
disgra e and death. No such mighty lell
as that desired hy the emperor ha I ever
been cast In the world, an 1 indeed, it was
a belief among all in-H-makers that teyond
a certain limit in s've the casting of be' Is
could not go, and the -ll demanded by the
ernperor exceeded that limit. But the Im
perial command had to be otieyed, so th-bell-ma
er icgan by gathering material
from the four o,nart. rs o:' th- empire, and
at the end of a year he wn .11 ready for
t c 'sting. The Pmperor an I all of the
prince-;, the mandarins, the nohbs. th-'
philosophers and scholars and alchemists
liad assembled to witness the casting, and
as the uiighty mass of molten metal tlowed
into the treat rn. Id tho heart of the bell
makor stood -till, an I his knees knocked
together, for his practiced eye had detect
ed amid th shower of golden sparks and
clon s of many-colotcd lieht, something
that tol I h m ti e bell would lie Imperfect.
Aid so it pned. Th- rage of the
Kmp ror knew ro b unds and returning
to si'e the bell-maker, he ordered that he
be slain by st nes at the place of public
execution which is In the city of I'ekln
hard by th" pala e. Now, the unfortu
nate hebmaker had a daughter, who was
wondrous fair nd accomplished, and as
brave and loving and tender as it U-comcs
a maiden to le. M.o was an only child
and gieatly beloved ly her father, and h'
was all in all ti her. By means unknown
to all save the Kmj eror's mother the girl
gained iic es to the tyrant and so wrought
upon him that he countermanded the or
der for the bell-maker's death, and prom
ised the daughter that her father should
be granted an' tlw 'fria!.
.4T
111 MO I MJ 1 IIK ( HIMKS
So with heavy heart the bel! -maker set
to work to prepare for the casting of an
other le I, and at the end of another year
all was again In readiness and the Kmpe.
ror and all of tho dignitaries were again
assembled to witness the casting. High
above the eth ing cau'dron sat the bell
maker and his lovely daughter, who was
arrayed as no one had ever seen her ar
rayed before. Her leauty and vivacity
attracted the attention of alL To her
father she seerncsl to be strangely happy,
and when he pressed her for the reason,
she only said: "Father, you will sue-
! .xNS
'A- A7 1
: 1 . 'Iliiiift a
' jwl fir
ced." When the bubbling mass wa
read for the ;ist ng, and the or er wa j
aboi.t to be given to open th" gates th
bed-maker felt a ressareof his daughter'
h'Uid. her ki"S upon his cheek, and tuio
i g had band, ti'i.e to catc'i a gbvuem
I r ove-Iit eye-i a- she sprang Tom I'm
hah'ou. and vanljlnd anion'.' the golden
bubbles of the I ell to i e Taking up a
ew led lip; er sh" ! ad droppe I fro n her
fiotas she sprang to her death the old
m an V:t tlie scene, caring but little now
whether the c;is ing succeeded or u-1; nay,
imUmt hoping that it would tail, and his
I ead, iti cou'C uence, f.ill inthesindin
ti e morrow, t cpairtng to his desolate
home, he wandered aimlessly to the apart
ment lately orup cd I his darling, and
lo, on tho dcsl; lay a letter solving the ,
mvstery ft the devotc.1 girl's Strang.' a t.
It tod in I vlng language of hr prayers
an I vigils, an t now thy had b en i nnlly
rewarded by th" ap (nraiue of a migh y
spirit of the air, who ea'd1 'V'nles there
is blool cf one dear to your father wrought
ivlth the met.d he will fall an! his life
will pay the f-.rfelt." And so sh gave '
her life, as the Chinese chroti cles have it, 1
that hr fathers fame mluht be greater
than that cf all th Irdl-mskf rs whoever
made bells In all ;h- world. Thesacrb co
succeeded, the great be'l came out of the
mould perfect in f rrn and tone, and in
deed, unto this day, It may bo heard toll
ing in I 'ok in an I as its sweet tones go
out over the c ty. the mothers tell their
I tt'e ones "It is the voice of the leil-mak-
or s daughter calling for her lipp-r."
T. e l.rgest In the wo Id Is sail to be
the great tell at Mosc w. while the sweet
est chimes are to be heard at Uruges. In
Ilelglnm. Fndlcss stor cs might be to d
of burlel bells, which to l at the dea t
hour of n'ght: of 1 ells sunk at sea, wh se
tolling the superstitious sailor hears amid
tho roaring of the storm; of UdU that have
plajel Important tarts in the diamaof
history; ef I ells with Ftrange histories
well anthenticated. and of others with
histories not so well proven. '1 he vari
ous uses to which U'lls have liecn devoted
In all ags and countries Is curious to
note. They were the tocsins of the festn
m nigers of Athens, and they tinkled In
the baths at Home to notify the battier
that his room was ready. The ltdl offici
ates at weddings, fnner ls, auctions, mar
kts, on railroal trains, shirs and in fa t
overysvl ere where a noise of gladne s or
woo is to Ik) made or a signal of warning
given. The (lev itee awaits the signa' of
the h It call him to prayer, and the
hungry man, with more earnestness, g.-n-era'ly
for the si- nd of ' that tocsin of the
soul the dinner Nd'." The poets h ut
imnvrtallzcl son e bells Father l'rout
d d that for
The ho'.'.s of Shandon.
That sound so rand r n
The p'easant waters of the Uivcr L e.
And Longfellow for the "Hells of I.ynn.
whose-sweet tones according to the poet,
floating seaward, cau-ed the very wares
t-o clap their hands with joy an I tumM
tumultuously towards the shore. 'r'
can almost hear the music and the clan.'ot
of tho "bells. !elK Udls" in Toe's poem
so nearly do the words express the tones
of bells from the m -try chimes of Christ
mas times to the s !emn sound of 11r
inn 'VI funeral b 1'. The chimes d
( hrlsimas:
What awnfdof in-M-rine-nt their n-el'.dy for
How they tin'ile. tinkle, tinkle, tells.
In t h i y a.r of nik'ht ;
While tV e s acs that ovei sprinkle
All ti e heavens i.e-?ii to twinkle
With t it . fk ine I'e'iht.
Though ' el s are r,uite plentiful in this
country, chime are comparatively scarce,
and New York citv has but thro - full sets,
tv.ose of (Jrace, Trinitv and M. Tho:nas.
Th only ctdme to which any historl al
Inte est attaches in the I'nlted States) i
the set In the steeple of old Christ church,
Pliil'delrhla. These Is lis were brought
from Kngland, a present from -Mieen Anne,
and hare cen i any up and do rn-. The
firt "rirmti" they had was during the revo
lution, when the city was in danger of I e
Ing factored by the ene ry. They wcr
taken down by some patriotic memlers
who. fearing that they might all into tin
hands of the Prriish a d lx? cat Into cannon-ball
, sank them In the Delaware.
Afterward they were fishl ont and taker
to Allentown and tored In the loft of an
; 1I Lutheran church, where they retrain
ed until after the war. w hen theyjmirney.
ed back to I'hila-VlpHa and sought their
old belfry, fiom which they since have
ent forth their notes of gladness or of
woe.
sM; t; Kl.M.
Tho te-t bcllfi in tone and tune ate those
In the chime of Uraee church. They are
ten in nun.lx-r and were rat tt Menecly s
foundry In We-t Troy, N. V.. and their
music, under the skillful r anipulatlon of
the keya brdow by the arillonneur Ik-11-ringer
In plain bnglish Mr. .'. N. Senia.
is wondrously sweet.
Mr. J-eni.i is an enthusiast on the sub
ject ofch'nr.es. from whichhecan produce
music cf all klmls. lie does not. like
most Isdlrlngcrs, stick to simple pieces
such as f e Hallelujah Chorus. " atithems
oratorion. cb He is moreover a compo er.
Ue ha, he thinks, tie largest collection
o chime musi In this cor.ntrj-, compris
ing over thiee tho i.rtnd purees, a ma ority
of them of I b own conirosition. He re
ceives a salary of M.MO:) per year, the
largest pr.li in the city. He is required
to ring for each of the three Sunday ser
vices It a. in., 4 p. in. and p. in.
from seven to eight tunes and to devote
five mlnnto of his time and talent daily
at4:::0 p. n. to call the worshippers to
prayer. In a hi. tin to this his services
aro ro juired on all l olldays and saints'
days, tho latter number ng twenty-seven
during the year.
We Are the Twins.
Mrs. Sheridan was Miss Irene Mucker,
a daughter of (Icn. Ilucker. Mio Is a
do en years younger than the general.
There were lorn to them four hil.tren,
buttm of them do not acknowledge that
des gnatlon. While they were all tranij
Ing along with their father, not long ago
an Interested passer-by stopped the two
girl? walking behind an 1 asked: "Are
you all Cen. Mierhlat's children'.'"
" answered one, with a how of
Impa'.lent dl guL
"They are ;en. Sheridan's children."
an were! t .e other, a she pointed to the
toy and girl walking with the father.
" e are the twins."
Mb $ i
The Almighty Dollar.
"Speaking of lost opportunities," in
cidentally remarked a man who had
had some experience himself to a Chi
cago MeiVi repiesenlat ve. "always re
minds me of that Kentucky chap who
visited a city. 11 s friend showed him
all tho big men of tho place, saying:
Thero is Mr. So-aud-So, who made a
million bv taking advantage of this or
that opportunity, and this man's hoiiso
was bu It by a gentleman who never
let tho lua'n chance go.'
" Ah. yes. I see.' sad tho Kentuek
ian, and he went homo.
"Tho next year his friend carao to
visit him. and h s host took him around
to sen the sights.
' 'You bhowed mo lots of big men
who knew when to hit tho nail ou the
head. You see that man over there in
tho poorest kind of clothes?'
-Yes.'
'Well, sir, twent -live years ago
ho came here, neddl ng potatoes in a
littlo basket (iuoss what he's worth
now.'
'A million?'
'No, he ain't. Not a cent, and h's
basket is in hock. And yet ho always
took advantage of his opportunities.'
'How's that?'
'He was a true Kentuckiun; ho
never refused the olTor of adr nk.'
"Since I heard of that," concluded
the speaker, "I made up my mind that
it depends upon how things turn out
whether they are opportunities if for
tho good they aro opportunities.
Otherwise they have another name."
Two friends of ni ne in Nevada,"
said a Western Uavuler. "had as nar
row an escape from making a fortune
as I ever knew. They wero running a
shaft in tho White Pino district, and
hud been running it for more than a
year. Kvory day they walked from
their cabin to the mine, a distance of
two miles and used to sit down to rest
on a ledge of rocks about midway.
One day a tramp came along ami sat
down on tho same rock. Having noth
ing to do he stayed thero mi hour or
two, and out of idleness began chipp ng
olV peces with a hammer
which he had with him. To his as
tonishment the rock showed most ex
cellent indications and he continued
prosjwet ng up the ledge until he found
a very rich vein of silver. Ho took up
a claim, and in three months sold out
for over .A00O. The two miners who
had made the stone their resting pi icj
for months were the cheapest-look ng
pair I ever saw, and soon left that part of
the country, unable to stand the j mts
of tin; i r comrades, who never let them
forget what a fortune they had passed
over."
I A well-known physician, ono of
many, oneo had an opportunity to
strike the (Jranite Mountain bonanza.
One day, just after he had roceivo 1 a
check ibr $1,500 in payment for a debt,
I he met a friend who asked him if he
had auy mono.' he wanted to Invest.
1 he purs cian replied that ho ha t a
check for $1,500 in UU pocket wjiieh
ho was going to depodt in the banlc,
and for which lie had no immediate
need. His friend told him to go
straight to a broker's office and pur
chase Granite Mountu n sto k with it
Stock was then selling for ' cents a
shaic, and the physician's fr-eaid assur
ed liim he knew "the property Was tt
grent valuo. and that in a very short
time stock would be away up. But the
medical gentleman gave him a know
ing w.nk. and said:
Oh, no; you don't catch me on
that. I want no mining-stock in
mine."
In vain h's friend tried to persnade
him to make' the investment. He
would not Le persuaded. Ho could
havo purchased with his $1,500 just
LOGO shares of thi? stock, which would
bo worth about $100 OX), and be bring
ing in $833 a month.
Before the mining craze struck St.
Louis Sergeant McfJrew, of that c ty,
had his clianeo. Mr. (Ins Kwing
had just taken his first interest in in n
ing stocks. He was the commiss oner
of supplies under his brother's ap
pointment, and was a frequent caller
at the mayor's otlicc. A part of tho
business of each day's visit was to pre
vail upon Mcfirew to take a little
plunge in Granite Mountain stock, but
McGrew was steadfast, and used lo
play in the growth of h s Jersey stock
and the crop prospects of his Ohio
farm against 'the small, but favorable
lluetuat ons of Gran le Mountain as re
ported U him. lie could havo had a.i
the Gran te Mountain slock ho wanted,
and obliged his friend by taking it.
He might have been u millionaire had
lie taken the advice given him.
Along back in 18 20. when St. Louis
was just beginning to look like some
thing, Mr. J. B. (', Lucas owned the
tract of land from Fourth to Twenty
lifth streets and from Chesnutto Ol.ve
streets. Kven in that day the property
was valuable. Mr. Lucas wanted to
dispose of it, and put it on the market
at $-'0,XH Zaehary Taylor, who after
wards becaruo President of the United
States was a prospective purchaser.
After some considerable d scussiou ho
agreed to buy the land if he could raise
tho money. Either Mr. Taylor dd not
try as hard as he might have done, or
else his credit was not worth so much
money; but he did not raise the S'JO.
000, and the property remained on Mr.
LurRs' hsnfls In lftO; it was worth
several million dollars, and hail Mr.
Zachary Tayhur purchased it, when
offered, ho would have doubled his
money ten times over.
Not long ago an aged negro work ng
at the machine-shops of one of the big
railroads was incapacitated by having
his right hand accidentally crushed in
tho machinery. The road kindly paid
the doctor's bill, and that was all they
thought about the matter. A lawyer
hunted up the old colored man, secured
the case, and the railroad was glad to
compromise at $503. Tho lawyer took
tho money and went back to his client.
"Uncle, how much do you think vou
ought to get for the loss of that hand?"
"Well, boss." said the old man, "I
'spec that 'ere han's wuth $16 anyway.
It s ni'guty sore. I kin fell ye."
The lawyer then told him what ho
had done, and turned over $250 to the
old man, who neail,- dropped diad
from surprise.
If dome folks bad thflr wtr abvit Mi
world, how few w p e c-onld Iivj conifortab!?
In U. IiiifjSL