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CHAS. G. MOREAU, Editor and Publisher.
VOL. I.
UNDER THE SNOW
Under the mow the sweet flowers,
Children of summer and fall,
With their mother-plants lie sleeping,
Waiting for springtime s recall.
The cold winter rain is falling
blKe tears on their snowy bed,
Atrfl the one smiling face of nature
Js frozen, and pallid, and dead.
Sadly we miss the rleh beauty
Of these blossoms from sunshine born;
An<\ we long for their quick returning,
The desolate fields to adorn.
But when the May sun is shining,
Gay blooms and sweet fragrance to bring,
"We forget the burial of winter
In the resurrection of spring.
So under the snow we bury
The fondest hopes of our lives;
. Forever to wait and to slumber,
TUI the last judgment day arrives.
It may be a wife or a husband,
A father or mother most dear,
A beloved sister or brother,
A little one, smiling and fair.
Sorely we grieved at the absence
Of the cherished one lost to sight
And the sunshine bright of our gladness
Folds into the blackness of night.
Our bitterest tears are falling,
Melting the snow on the grave;
And the blessings we have remaining
Bring not the comfort we crave.
But our streaming eyes are lifted
Upward, beyond this world's gloom,
And we see the Star of Hope gilding
The darkness drear of the tomb.
It tells us to wait and be patient;
In the Garden of Joy above.
Our transplanted flowers are blooming,
In the sunshine fair of God’s love.
—Llsette Clayton Hood, in Good Housekeep*
A LIFE LESSON.
Taught to a Thoughtless, Ease-
Loving Daughter.
[Original.l
AM wish I had
never been born
W at aIL IVs
jn drudge, drudge,
‘Gretchen, will
you do this?’
Xji And: ‘Gretchen,
V will you do that?’
I im sick and
cven of the sound
(,(' of my own name.
How perfectly
delightful it
would be to get
away from it all, if only just for one
single day, and”—she glanced at a table
in the center of the room with half a
dozen books scattered over it—“there’s
that lovely story-book Cousin Fred
brought over for me to read weeks and
■weeks ago. How nice it would be to
go off into the woods for a whole day,
and read, and read, and read, with no
brothers or sisters to look after, no
dishes to wash, and only the birds,
trees and flowers to talk to. It just
makes me wild to think of it.”
The fragrant breath of cinnamon
roses, blooming near, was borne to her
through the open window. She reached
forth and picked one of the most per
fect blossoms. “It is sweet, but O, so
old-fashioned, just like everything else
about this humdrum old place,” she
said, as she plucked out its leaves one
by one and sent them drifting careless
ly out upon the ground.
Directly she heard Ned asking to
have a missing button replaced; then, a
prolonged Whistle that she knew be
longed to Hal, the proverbial whistler.
The whistling ceased, and a loud,
cheery voice called out: “Mother, seen
my gogerphy and rithmetic anywhere?”
Then she heard her mother’s reply:
“No, my son, wait just a minute, and
I will find them.” Next came Mollie,
in search of a mislaid sun-bonnet. Then
little Bob appeared with a cut finger
for mamma to bandige. In the midst
of the chaos, the baby was awakened
from his morning nap and began to cry
lustily. “I wonder where Gretchen
TEARS CAME TO HER RELIEF.
can be all this while,” said Mrs. Mer
lon, going to the door and calling:
“Gretchen, Gretchenl” but no Gretchen
answered.
“I suppose I ought to go this very
minute, but I am going to have this
one morning all to myself,” muttered
rebellions Gretchen. She went over to
the table, picked up the coveted book,
threw herself on the lounge, and soon
forgot everything in its perusal.
How long she remained thus she
never knew. She was suddenly aroused
by the sound of approaching footsteps
and the indistinct murmur of strange
voices. She hastened to the window.
A number of men were coming slowly
up the path, bearing a heavy burden.
"I hspo there hasn't anything hap
pened to father. I heard him telling
awthcr at t)io breakfast table that he
ile Sea test
would be glad when he was through
work on Denver’s mill, for he thought
the scaffolding unsafe.”' While these
thoughts were passing rapidly through
her brain, the men were drawing nearer
and nearer, pausing at length before the
open door. She saw them take a limp
form from off the rude stretcher, heard
the heavy tread of feet as the men
passed through the room, and on into
the bedroom at the right, and then her
mother’s heart-broken cry and pite
ous appeal for someone to go for Dr.
Nelson; beard one of the men say; “It
bean’t no use, Mis’ Merton; he were
stone dead when we picked him up. No
doctor can’t do him no good now.”
A voice which she recognized as Mr.
Denver’s said: “The scaffolding fell
and his head struck a mill-stone, kill
ing him instantly.” He escaped a sim
ilar fate only by being called to anoth
er part of the mill Just before the ac
cident, still Gretchen remained at the
window, hearing everything distinctly,
yet powerless either to move or cry
aloud. She knew not how long she re
mained thus.
A feeling that she could not resist
drew her to the place where she knew
they had laid him. She crept quietly
out and reached the room unobserved.
She knelt beside him, clasping his band
in her own, but there was no answer
ing pressure. They were cold and chill.
She kissed the pale lips over and over
again, but no smile lit up the careworn
face, no gleam of love-light shone out
through the closed eyelids. She saw
him standing in the doorway, as he had
stood for a moment before going to
his work that morning. His parting
words came back to her. He had said
to her in his bright, cheery way:
“Gretchen, help the little mother all
you can to-day. You know she is not
very strong.”
She had returned a crisp unpleasant
answer. Then he turned and went
away without another word; but O,
such a grieved, sorrowful look! How
much she would have given to know
that she was forgiven! But it was too
late. He would never know how sorry
she was. Tears came to her relief.
Great sobs broke the awful stillness.
Then a neighbor came in and drew her
gently from the room, saying:
“Gretchen, you must be your mother's
comforter now.” Then she resolutely
put aside her own grief to soothe and
quiet the younger children.
The day of burial came. She saw
the friends gather one by one; she
listened to the solemn chant, stood be
side the open grave, heard the old gray
headed pastor solemnly repeat the
words: “Earth to earth, and dust to
dust,” heard her mother's agonizing
cry, as the earth-clods touched the
coffin-lid. Then came the return to
their desolate home where everything
reminded them so forcibly of the lost
one.
Ere long thoughts of the future
pressed upon mother and daughter.
The cottage was theirs, but how was
the little flock to be clothed and fed?
Through the kindness of a friend, a
school in an adjoining district was
proffered Mrs. Merton. She decided to
accept the offer. Thus a few weeks
found Gretchen duly installed as house
keeper. It was not what she had
planned for herself before their sorrow
came, and rebellious thoughts would
crowd in upon her; but a memory of
the still form hidden away in the old
churchyard, and a look into her
mother’s pale, sad face, would check
them, and the bitter words remained
unspoken.
Weeks passed. The duties of the
school-room, together with the over
sight of the home, proved too much for
frail Mrs. Merton. Late in the autumn,
just before the chilling winter came,
another grave was made, and Gretchen
saw her mother laid to rest beside her
father.
Mollie had been slightly ill for sev
eral days; but Gretchen had not heed
ed it, being too much engrossed with
the care of her mother. Mollie grew
suddenly worse. The disease proved
to be scarlet fever in its most malig
nant form, A few days of intense pain,
then the busy hands were folded and
the loving child voice hushed forever.
One after another the other children
were taken from the home, till only
heralf and the baby were left. She
held the little form close in her arms,
lovingly smoothing her tangled curls,
trying with her own soft touch to cool
the fevered brow. Earnestly she prayed
that this one home-link might be
spared her; but soon a tiny mound was
made beside the larger ones, and she
found herself alone in the world.
In the meantime debts had been ac
cumulating. There was no alterna
tive. The cottage must be sold. The
day of sale came. Before the crowd
began to gather she went through the
silent, deserted rooms, reserving here
and there an article, in itself of little
value, but of priceless worth to her. A
broken doll, a worn baby-shoe, her
mother’s work-basket, with its contents
untouched, were among the treasures
carefully placed in an old hair-trunk.
Then she saw the home furnfture auc
tioned off, and lastly the cottage and
grounds transferred to Deacon Smith.
She was alone, without friends or home.
With a great heart-cry of anguish,
she sprang to her feet. She gazed
about her with a look of intense aston
ishment. The breath of cinnamon
roses came to her through the open
window. A robin was piping a
merry roundelay in a cherry tree near
by. The indistinct murmur of chil
dren’s voices fell upon her ear. The
book that had fallen at her feet as she
sprang from the loung'e now arrested
her uUsution, Tears of joy sprang
“ FEAHLEBB IN AT.Ti TEtXNGS.”
BAY ST. LOUIS, MISS., SATURDAY, MARCH 19, 1892.
to her eyes as she realized that her #or*
rows were only a dream.
Passing quickly from the room, she
found her mother bending over the
ironing table, looking heated and tired.
Gretchen led her into the adjoining
room and placed her on the lounge
which she had so recently occupied.
Then she coaxed the children into the
barn, where she left them interested in
a game of hide-and-go-seek. Return
ing to the house, she noiselessly opened
the door of the parlor and saw her
mother quietly sleeping. And now she
took up the work which the tired
hands of the sleeper had left unfin
ished. The great joy that nestled in
her heart made her forget the heated
room, the unread books, the little
economies and self-denials of her home
life.
Nor did the lesson of her dream fade
from memory. Often afterward the
thought of that one hour of sorrowful
SHE SPRANG TO HER FEET,
slumber checked the impatient word
or the thought of self-indulgence. It
was a cause of wonder to her parents
that their thoughtless, ease-loving
daughter had suddenly grown so con
siderate and womanly. Gretchen kept
her own counsel, but she will never
forget the lesson of that June morning.
Emma A. Tiffany.
HER DOUBTFUL COMPLIMENT.
A Remark That Was Su eject to Various
Constructions.
A certain Mrs. Malaprop, who lives
in a large eastern city, is noted for her
skill in unconsciously embarrassing
other people, while she herself remains
perfectly at ease. Not long ago she
was introduced to two sisters, young
ladies who had long been known to
her by name, though she had never met
them.
“Now, my dears,” she said, address
ing them collectively, with her usual
bland smile, and regarding them earn
estly through her glasses, “I have often
heard of the bright and the handsome
Miss Ratcliffe. Now, lam so glad to
meet you both, and 1 want you to tell
me at once which of you is the bright
and which the handsome one!”
On another occasion she was dining
with her nephew and his young wife,
who had just set up housekeeping.
The dinner did not go off quite so
smoothly as the young couple had
hoped, and the cooking was by no
means perfect. The hostess unwisely
began to murmur apologies, and her
husband joined in, half laughing, with
references to his wife’s youth and in
experience.
“Don’t say another word, my dear
children,” interrupted their kind-
ImPrted guest. “I can assure you I’ve
eaten a great deal worse dinners than
this in the course of my life; a great
deal worse. Yes,” she added medita
tively, “I’ve eaten some pretty bad
dinners, you may be sure!”—Youth’s
Companion.
Open Door Fiends.
There are two occasions that arc
usually improved by the leave-the
door-open man. One is when he comes
in qith the intention of going out
again; the other when he goes out in
tending to come right back again. It
isn’t because it is any particular trouble
to close the door; it is the human in
stinct of providing the ready means o”
escape, of safety. The first thing a
burglar does when he enters a house or
a bank is to see that everything is clear
for sudden exit. The wise general al
ways plans the method of retreat and
leaves an opening for getting away in
case the battle goes against him. The
wily savage and even wild animals
have the same instinct. When a man
enters your office and leaves the door
ajar he is doing just what any other
animal would do—providing for the
possible contingency of”being kicked
out This contingency is a little more
remote than the comfort of society
would seem to warrant. —N. Y. Herald
Weighing: to a Bair.
“As fine as a hair” could well be the
praise accorded the wonderfully deli
cate weight tester for coins at the
mint. As the coins run down into it
through the long spout, the tester
needs to balance them but for an in
stant, immediately shooting those that
are not found wanting into the ex
pectant and open-mouthed sack at the
end of a lower spout. If too light
they are tossed out through another
spout, and if too heavy through a third
one. Not long ago an astonishingly large
number of coins were tossed into the
“too heavy” spout. Surprised at.this un
usual rejection of so great a load of
the silver pieces investigation was in
stituted, when, lo! it was found that a
single tiny hair caught in the scales and
made overweight for every coin passed
through.—l’hiladelpliift Record,
HINTS TO YOUNG LADIES,
Things For Them to Consider in Their
Relations to Men.
It Is also one of the mistakes which
women sometimes make, to ask any
favor of a gentleman which will incur
the least expense for him. No matter
how pressing are the circumstances,
she should never take the liberty unless
he is a near relative. In the various
circles of American society, where it is
the custom for young men to escort
young ladies to theaters and other
places of entertainment, it is a mistake
for a young lady to ever voluntarily ex
patiate her fondness for the theater or
the concert in his presence. It might
be proper to say here, perhaps, that it
is a mistake for a young lady to attend
such places with young men, unac
companied by a chaperon. But, though
much is said and written about the
chaperon nowadays, I am willing to as
sert that in the whole of America there
are not more than one thousand young
ladies who consider the chaperon a
necessity, while at least half a million
very excellent young ladies are being
escorted about by admiring swains
every evening in the year.
It is also a mistake for a young lady
to correct or scold her parents in the
presence of young men, imagining they
will admire her culture or courage, or
imagine they will not notice it. 1
heard a wealthy and accomplished
young lady at one of our noted sea
shore resorts severely criticised and
condemned by a group of gentlemen
one day, because one of them had heard
her speak unkindly to her mother.
It is a mistake for a woman (wife,
mother, sister or sweetheart), to make
plans for the disposal of all a man’s
spare hours, and then expect him to
enjoy himself.
It is a mistake for a woman to try to
prove to men her great knowledge and
superior intellect. They enjoy an in
tellectual woman when they discover
her brightness themselves, but they do
not like to have her force her brains
and learning upon them.
But it is just as great a mistake to as
sume an air of insipidity, and expect a
man to think it charming. Men arc
exacting in their demands. Too much
or too little brain in woman is equally
offensive to them.
It is the mistake of a lifetime to give
a man any liberty which you would not
want known, and to expect him to keep
the matter a secret The exceptional
man will sometimes hide the indiscre
tion of a young girl whom he believes
spoke or acted from ignorance; but the
average man, in the highest the same
as in the lowest walks of life, boasts of
his successes with foolish women, and
the rendezvous, the letter, the embrace,
or the souvenir which she has given
him, thinking it will never be known
to others than themselves, is shortly
the matter of gossip among a dozen
people.
Women hide their secrets far better
than men do. They fear the censure of
the world too much to share their vrors
or indiscretions with confidantes. But
men are almost invariably vain and
proud of their conquests, and relate
their achievements with the fair sex to
one or two admiring friends. They
may not use names, but let the inci
dents once be told, it is an easy matter
to discover the personages if one is at
all curious to do so.
The only way to keep men from be
traying our indiscretions is not to com
mit them. I once made these remarks
in the presence of several ladies, and
one of them replied, “that she was glad
she had never been acquainted with the
class of men I knew.” At the same
time that lady’s name had been used
lightly in a club room not a week pre
vious, and her indiscreet actions had
been commented on by “the class of
men” she did know.
It is the worst mistake of all for a
woman to think she can make no mis
take. The moment that conviction en
ters her head she is on the highway to
some grand blunder whereby she will
wound, disgust or antagonize the man
she most cares for. Eternal watchful
ness, never-failing caution, perpetual
tact and equal quantities of pride and
humility are necessary ingredients in
the behavior a woman needs to use
with men. This should be garnished
with good sense, flavored with coquetry
and served with good-nature. And
even then we will he liable to make
some mistakes, since one man will com
plain of too much coquetry in the fla
voring. and another will call it insipid;
one will say we have too much pride to
render the dish palatable, and another
will complain of an overdose of humil
ity; and still another will think we
served our conduct too cold, while his
comrade, will think the opposite.—
Ladies’ Home Journal.
The Coming Suitor.
Stranger—l have come, sir, to marry
your daughter.
Millionaire—Eh? Wha—
Stranger—A million or two will be
necessary to make us comfortable, and
of course you will give it Shall I leave
my satchel here while I go to present
myself to your daughter?
Millionaire (bewildered)—Have you
credentials in your satchel?
Stranger—No, nothing but dynamite.
N. Y. Weekly.
The Hint W Ineffective.
Mrs. Llvehigh (with an eye to a pair
of earrings)—Gerald, I see that diamond
mining can no longer be conducted
profitable without blasting.
Mr. Llvehigh—Guess ' that’s what
makes ’em so blasted expensive.—
Jeweler's Weekly,
THE WALLS OF THE HOUSE.
How to Make Them Cheerful and Home
like.
It is very important that the walls of
the house we live in are pleasing and
pleasant to us, as we need to be cheer
ed and rested by that which meets our
gaze hour after hour in our home life.
There have been decided changes in
this respect within a few years.
Formerly a room once papered would
last nearly a lifetime, and now for
sanitary aad other reasons it is custom
ary to change paper frequently. But
even then the paper that lasts for a
briefer time should be carefully chosen,
and all necessary requirements kept
continually in mind.
The rolled wall paper is a compara
tively modern introduction. Paper
formerly came in square sheets and
was pasted together before being
printed. This was clumsy to handle.
The paper has improved much in qual
ity and beauty with the years. Those
who have given the matter little atten
tion will hardly realize the changes
that have recently been made.
The correct paper for the library or
dining-room is a tapestry paper, which
presents all the soft, rich effects of the
old-time tapestries and gives the room
a cosy, comfortable atmosphere.
The wide frieze is going by. It is
entirely out of place with the elaborate
papers now in use. The molding for
the hanging of pictures is absolutely
essential, and is made in very beautiful
and varied styles. The dining-room
that is finished in oak will have an oak
molding.
The papers for the parlor are of the
old-time type, large vases of flowers,
wreaths and lavish designs in soft tints
brought out by white aud gold. This
paper in the smaller styles and little
darker colors, is used for the sitting
room or living-room.
The chamber papers have large floral
designs in light colors, and soft shades
of olive, terracotta, etc. Among the
chamber papers are what is known as
chintz papers that sell for $1.50 a roll.
The sanitary wall papers finished in oil
that sell for seventy-five cents a roll
are shown.
Many English papers are imported.
They are two inches wider than the
American papers. Papers may be
bought at almost any price, varying
from five cents a roll to twenty-five or
thirty dollars.
There is a mica finish paper for halls,
that recalls olden days, although it is
entirely new and unlike anything
formerly shown.
The nursery papers introduce charm
ing designs, and are excellent for their
purpose of brightening the children’s
homes. Bath room papers that may be
washed off arc shown in tile designs.
Some of these are the brilliant French
tiles, and others the pretty quiet old
blue and white Dutch tiles. These
papers also come as sanitary papers at
seventy-five cents a roll.
The leather papers with their heavy
embossed effects for dining rooms, and
their fine stamped designs for parlors
are shown in great variety. They sell
at three dollars and a half or six dollars
per roll.
A little consideration of the subject
will be certain to make many feel that
they can well afford to make changes
in the wall paper of their homes.—
Christian at Work.
WIT, OR IMPERTINENCE?
The Thoughtless Speech fhat Carries a
Sting With It. O
Nobody denies that it is delightful to
be bright, to be able to make clever
speeches; but it sometimes is just as
dangerous to be brilliant as it is to be
stupid. The girl who can always give
a witty answer, who can always make
a remark that is suited to the occasion
is the girl who is apt to be very much
applauded, and the consequence is she
begins to think she can say anything
she pleases, and that the world about
her will believe that she is to bo prais
ed always. Then she grows to mistake
impertinence for wit Her heart hard
ens a little and she does not hesitate
to make a jest of somebody's misfor
tune, to see fun in misery, and
to count old age as a special butt
for her sharp tongue. She does not
do this intentionally, and, as the time
always comes when she is sorry for it, I
want to give her a little word of advice.
It is very hard to resist the bright
thought—that is, to resist giving words
to it. but it is a great deal better not to
say anything for which you will bo
sorry after. In so many homes the
bright members of the family get into
the habit of chaffing the other ones;
and father and, too often, mother will
laugh. Many a laugh will provoke a
shower of tears. Now, the time is go
ing to come when that chaffing will de
generate into a daily rudeness, when
the shy girl will grow shyer and less
fond of her sister, and when the boy
who happens to be a little awkward
and a littte bashful will be happiest
when his sister is away from home.
Here comes the warning. Before you
say what seems to you brilliant, think
out which it is—wit or impertinence?—
Ladies’ Home Journal.
Nocash's Credit.
Mr. Slimpurse (hankering for a suit
of clothes on tick) —I—aw—presume
you are acquainted with my friend, Mr.
Nocash. He has a running account
here, I believe?
Tailor—Yes. We do the running.—
N. Y. World.
—“I hear that Baggs, the lawyer, is
quite a poet.” “He’s well versed in
the law; but, really, I can’t laud his
yepe,’’-Smith, Gray & Co.’s Monthly.
TERMS; SI,OO Per Annum in Advance.
RELIGIOUS AND EDUCATIONAL.
—lt is a long step toward Heaven to
have a good mother.
—Ohio Wesleyan university has scut
out fifty-four missionaries.
—No man can overcome himself
without help from Christ. —Ram's Horn.
—lf God were to smile at the man
who frowns at his brother, devils would
soon be happy.
—The Yale college art school cost a
quarter of a million of dollars, and is
endowed with SBO,OOO.
—The intellect of the wise is like
glass, it admits the light of Heaven
and reflects it—Hare.
—No preacher ever scattered his con
gregation by having too much to say
about Christ—Ram’s Horn.
—Philadelphia claims in the Pennsyl
vania academy of fine arts the oldest
art institution in the country.
—The Presbyterian churches of Chi
cago in ten years have increased in
number from forty-nine to seventy-five.
—Faith makes the Christian. Life
proves the Christian. Trial tests the
Christian. Death crowns the Chris
tian.
—When religion is made a science,
there is nothing more intricate; when
it is made a duty, nothing more easy.—
Wilson.
—Hanson Place Methodist Episcopal
church of Brooklyn, has the largest
membership in Methodism —1,913 mem
bers and 148 probationers.
—The late Cardinal Manning was the
first Englishman to receive the scarlet
hat since the time of Cardinal Wolsey
and the reformation. His immediate
predecessor, Cardinal Wiseman, was of
Irish birth.
—Fourteen acres of land just nortli
of Washington city, the estimated
worth of which is 8300,000, have been
donated by Messrs. Newlands & Wag
garnan, as a site for the proposed Prot
estant Episcopal cathedral, at the na
tional capital.
—New statistics concerning the status
of the Lutheran church in America,
have recently been collected. Accord
ing to these the grand total is sixty-one
synods, 5,038 pastors, 8,388 congrega
tions, and 1,187,854 confirmed or com
municant members.
—The American Bible society was
formed in New York in 1816, by n con
vention of delegates from thirty-five lo
cal Bible societies and the Society of
Friends. The society’s receipts for the
first year were 837,779.35. For the fifty
sixth year the receipts were 8089,033.47,
the total receipts for the fifty-six years
amounting to nearly 815,000,000.
—The recent Census Bulletin No. 6
credits the Lutheran church with an
attendance of 141,888 pupils in her paro
chial schools. Of these 13,716 are in
the North Atlantic states, 1,371 in the
South Atlantic, 133,463 in the north
central, 3,316 in the south central, and
633 in the western. Wisconsin leads
all the states with 86,394, followed by
Illinois with 34,303, and Minnesota
with 18,305.
WIT AND WISDOM.
—Of two women choose the one that
will have you.—Texas Sifting’s.
—One of the most difficult things to
do is to make a dimple of a wrinkle. —
Galveston News.
—lt is natural for a fellow to boil
with rage when he gets fired. —Bing-
hamton Republican.
—The man who is not trying to make
the world better, is willing that it
should become worse.
—lf men could get to Heaven by hard
work, the biggest rogues would be the
busiest.—Ram's Horn.
—The man whenever gives up misses
the answers to some awfully good co
nundrums. —Elmira Gazette.
—Many of the applicants for divorce
acknowledge that they have made a
sour mash. —Natural Weekly.
—lt is strangh, but true, that when a
man is short of brains he is generally
long on collars. —Texas Siftings.
—The rain falls upon the just, but
not upon the unjust who has stolen the
umbrella of the former —Galveston
News
—People who can’t afford to follow
the fashion usually try to follow the
people who do follow it.—Somerville
Journal.
—One of the highest offices in the gift
of the government is that of watchman
in the Washington monument —Wash-
ington Star.
—Man’s fondness for sharing his mis
fortunes is equaled only by his pronc
ness to exhibit his good luck.—lndian
apolis Journal.
—Man is a good deal like a fish. You
know the fish would never get in very
serious trouble if it kept its mouth shut.
Yonkers Statesman.
—There is nothing in the world more
aggravating to a man with a secret
than to meet people who have no curi
osity.—Atchison Globe.
—Jagson says that even the most un
observing man begins to look around
when he sits down suddenly on an icy
sidewalk.—Elmira Gazette.
—Rarer qualities are required for
good gossip than for most of the earn
est discussions by which superior peo
ple improve themselves. —W. H. Mal
lock.
—A woman can give much more ad
vice about how to keep a'husband’s
love on the first anniversary of her
marriage than she can at her silver
wedding.—Elmira Gazette.
—lf every man could have everything
he wanted, what an uninteresting place
this world would be for the men, and
what an unhappy place for the women,
—gomerviile journal,
NO. 10.

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