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VOL. I. CHURCH DIRECTORY. Our Lady of tiif. Gulf Church— Catholic—Sundays, first mass 7 a.m.; high mass 10 a.m. Evening service at 4:30 p.m. On week days mass at 6:30 a.m. Rev. Henry Led'uc, pastor; Rev. Father Alphonse, assistant pastor. Mktifodist Episcopal Church, South —Pleaching second and fourth Sundays in each month at 11a.m. and 7:30 p.m. Sunday-school at 9:30a.m. Prayer meeU Ing evening Wednesday at 7 o’clock. Seats free. Rev. W. O. Forsythe, pastor. Christ Episcopal Church—Preacfff ing every second and fourth Sunday morning at 11 a.ifi> Sunday-school at 0:30 a.m. The public is cordially invited to attend. Rev. Nelson Ayres, pastor. SCHOOL AND CHURCH. -—The contest in the Healey will case at Whitman, Mass., has been finished, and an estate of about 880,000 will be handed over to several missionary soci eties in New York. —American colleges are every year addin# to their libraries. Harvard now has 865,000 volumes; Yale. 200,000; Cornell, 150,000; Columbia, 00,000; Syra cuse, 75,000; Dartmouth, 68,300; Prince ton, 68,000. —The munificent gifts of Mrs. Hotch kiss, the widow of the inventor of the machine-gun, to Yale college include a' building fund of $150,000 and an endow ment of $500,000 for the establishment of a preparatory school. Woman’s work in foreign missions is making itself felt in a noble way. The summaries of last year show 68 women’s societies, supporting 1,468 for eign missionaries, and raising for this work $1,692,962. —Minneapolis Gnsign. —The probability of a separation ol church and state in France continues to grow. The archbishops of Paris, Tou louse, Rlieims and Lyons have issued a joint statement, saying the state has be come atheistic.—Pittsburgh Chronicle. —Miss Sallie Holly, a Virginia girl, has undertaken the education of pooi colored girls in that state. Miss Holly has sent letters to all the women’sclubs of the Union asking for a year’s service of a member as teacher, or a cash con tribution. She proposes to establish small schools throughout the state where colored girls may attend school a couple of years without cost. —No less than seventy-six cardinals have died in the past fourteen years, since the present pope began his reign. The entire college contains but sixty nine, so that it has had to be more that wholly renewed during this time. This mortality is probably explained by the fact that members of the priesthood art not usually made cardinals until they have reached an advanced age. —One of the best sermons the greal Beecher ever preached was on “Couver sion. “If,” said he, “a captain in mid ocean determines to put his ship aboul and head for New York rather than foi Liverpool, the deed is done when Hit prow points to the west. The steamei has yet to make the trip, but its courst is changed. So when a man determinet to alter his mode of life, stops his foll and heads toward the right, ho is coii verted. He isn’t a saint quite yet, but he’s on the road. —The total school enrollment for th United States, reported July 1, approx imates 14,230,000 in the public schools, including 1 about 65,000 in universities training schools, etc., nearly 05,000; in private and parochial schools, not fai from 800,000. In thoj south 31.68 pet cent, of the white and 18.66 per cent, oj the colored population -were enrolled in school during the census year. Within the last decade the gain has been 45.0] for the white and 61.58 per cent, for the colored. THEORY AND PRACTICE. How One Man Learned the Difference Be tween Them. Not long since, a man took his wife quite severely to task for what he called her habit of disorder. He cited the condition of his office as compared with her pantries, cupboards and clos ets. She asked that she might be shown through the office, in order to get some ideas on this hobby which he was never weary of riding. He fin ished up his exhortation on this acca sion with the remark: “I would just like to put one of these cupboards in order myself once. I would show you what order means.” The next morning madam invited her liege lord to assist her in arranglngthe china closet Very early in the pro gress of the work she found it con venient to bruise her hand, and, with some show of reluctance, begged him to finish the work by himself. Three mortal hours that man worked at that cupboard; then, with a most emphatic exclamation of disgust, de clared that no living man could put all those things into that cupboard with out piling all sorts of things together, and this he proceeded to do. When all was finished, his wife asked him for certain dishes with which to prepare the table for lunch, as it so happened that they were without a servant. With possibly a spice of malice, she asked for those dishes which were at the bottom of the pile, on the back part of the shelf. To get them it was necessary to move all the dishes in front and almost entirely disturb the contents of the shelf. That man went to his office a more weary and a wiser man than when he left it the day be fore. He had grumbled at the cost of building cupboards and closets when the house was built, declaring that so much shelf-room was wasted, and yet constantly complained that things were not in as good order as they were kept pt felt office.— N. Y. ledger. - - ®te §m <foiw( dcfa MODERN CONSOLATION. The train was near with roar and hiss, The husband said good-by, But as he snatched a hasty kiss, He beard his wifie sigh. "Now what Is wrong?” he asked, in fright, “Come, tell me quick, I pray, And I will try to make It right If I have time to-day.” "It would my saddened heart rejoice,” She answered, with a tear, "It I could each day hear your voice Repeat: T love you, dear.’ “I fear your love Is on the wane, You're always In such haste.” “I'm sorry, dear—ah, there's the train, I have no time to waste.” He pondered all the way down town, Then, beanling with a laugh, He cleared away his anxious frown And—bought a phonograph. It makes his wife each day rejoice, (And saves him time, 'tis clear), She lurns the crank and hears his voice K’ peat: “I love you, dear.” —Lida C. Tulluck, In Yankee Blade. W Original.] /// ANTED.- A \ middle-aped wld ~> ower, with tw o children, desires ’ i the services of a governess. No application considered unless ac companied by the best of references. Address, Thomas Harmony, Mechanlcsville. Miriam Burns laid the paper aside slowly and deliberated. There was no apparent reason why the situation would not suit her, and she it. She was well qualified, in an educational way, for the trust the place prom ised. She had, also, no ties to bind her to the country town in which she had been born and reared. She sighed a little when her memory ran back on the what-might-have-been, but in the end she, like a brave little woman as she was, put aside sentiment for busi ness and posted au application for Mr. Harmony’s position. Miriam had had a lover during the first days of school-teaching, a hand some, worthy young man named Ruth erford—George Rutherford. She had yet the half penny and the photograph and the treasured lock of hair he had given her when he left for the west four years before, and a bundle of let ters in her writing desk bore suspicious evidences of frequent handling and some traces of tears. To be sure her better judgment told her that he was unworthy of remembrance, but she k6pt on loving him, just the same. Three years ago had come a long let ter from George, asking her to name a day when he could meet her on half way ground and be married. She had answered it, and then, six months aft erward, she had written again, but she awaited a response to either. Rutherford, she knew, was not dead. She had heard of him, through other channels, once since. He was prosper ing and supposedly happy, in his west ern home. This was her romance, and although she had driven all thoughts of the recreant from her heart, as he was at present, she treasured his memory as in the days gone by. She had his mementoes collected in a care fully secured nook in her writing desk. On the inner lid of her treasure-box she had written; “It is not my nature to forget, there fore I cannot; it is net my wish to for get, therefore 1 will not You will find me ever the same.” She had found the extract somewhere and it had pleased her. She held put it where it would be a perpetual re minder. Sir. Harmony’s reply came in a day or two, in a stiff, crabbed handwriting. He wanted her references. She ient them. They included testimonials from all ler neighbors and an enthusi astic recommendation from the school board, which even if it had refused her her old position and elected a niece of one of the directors to her place, nevertheless recognized her good quali ties and felt happy at an opportunity to show their appreciation. The result of the allied exhibit Was that Miriam became Mr. Harmony’s governess. Children the little school-teacher had always loved, and Mamie and Anna, the two placed in her charge, speedily reciprocated her affection. The nur sery came to be the retreat from all unhappy reflections and, Mr. Harmony treating her respectfully, though never over-cordially, she grew to be as happy as circumstances would permit Mr. Harmony was a man of business, bound up in his commercial pursuits. He had grown especially unresponsive to social demands since his wife’s death, five years before, plunging deeper than ever into his business per plexities as a cure for his sorrow. Miriam’s first six months were spent in his service without her securing much more than a nod from him and a half grudged ‘‘good morning.” He loved his children, however, and as he saw their devotion to their governess )*e came to study her. Investigation confirmed the judgment of his girls. He found daily evidences of her excel lencies, when be came to look for them. “PEARLESS IN At.t. THINGS,” BAY ST. LOUIS, MISS., SATURDAY, MAY 14, 1892. He began to admire her the more he knew of her, and before the year was ont he developed a friendship for her which might have grown to love had not the memory of his dead wife inter fered. He had dearly loved that sweet faccd, golden-haired angel, and time had dimmed but little his reverence for her memory. But Mr. Harmony was a business man and looketW-at everything in life from its practicability. He knew the present state of affairs at the house could not continue indefinitely. Miss Burns might take it into her practical head to get married, and he knew that he could never supply her place as sat isfactorily with his children. Mr. Har mony argued the matter over carefully in his own mind and came to a deter mination. “Mr. Harmony would like to see you in the parlor, Miss Burns,” said Mary, the maid of all work, a morning or so after. "He's waiting there for you now.” Miss Burns was startled. She won dered what she could have done. She hastily ran over her recent employ ments but could see no foundation for a discharge— for this she presumed was the reason for the impending inter view. But she resolved to put a brass face on it and went down. Mr. Harmony was standing with his back to the door when she entered, but hastily facing about he said: ‘‘Good morning, Miss Burns,” mo tioning her at the same general deflec tion of his head included in the saluta tion to a seat: “I have sent for you,” he continued. “Yes,” she said, simply wondering how she would take the parting from the children. "You have now been with xis for a year, Miss Burns.” “Yes,” as she mentally went over the love which had grown up in her heart for her charges. "You have, I must confess, more than gratified me by your attention to my two daughters. They have grown to—to, in fact, love you, I think.” “Yes,” said Miss Burns, wondering if jealousy was to be the foundation for the dismissal. “I love my children,” went on the business like Mr. Harmony, “and 1 want to make them happy, of course. 1 have sent for you this morning to ask you if you would not like to make your present home a permanent one. If, in fact, you would marry me.” “Sir?” gasped Miss Burns, unable to believe her own ears. “Marry you?” “Yes, me!” said Mr. Harmony. “Is there anything very strange about that? I don’t ask you to love me. I merely want you to make the home pleasant for my children. They need you, and what they need I need. You need not give me an answer now,” beginning to pull on his gloves. “Take time to think it over—say Sunday. That’s three days for consideration. Do not decide hastily, but think it over carefully;” and, bowing himself out of the parlor, Mr. Harmony was gone. Poor Miriam sat for some minutes stupefied by the proposal. Then, si lently and with a white face, she made her way to her own room, and, opening her writing desk, took out her treasure box. She opened it, read a letter or two and then stained the photograph with her loving tears. "1 cannot! I cannot!” she cried. “Never!” The extract written on the box in faded ink seemed to add to her resolution: “You will find me ever the same.” She could not be false to tnat vow. Mr. Harmony would have her answer before Sunday. Bnt when, after the morning in the nursery, with her loving charges call ing her “little mother” and hovering around her, vicing with each other in attentions, she came again to consider the question, with her love for them as an argument She found that she “WHY, MIRIAM!” could never give them no. She cried a when she thought of the dear face in the treasure box, but -die gave Mr. Harmony his answer before Sun day. The next morning she told him that she was willing. Mr. Harmony thanked her and was about to leave the house, when, sud denly remembering something, he came back to say: “By the way, Miss Bums, a nephew of mine who has bought a junior inter est in the business will be here on Sunday. I wish you would see that a room is prepared for him. Ho will live with us.” Miriam had come to govern the household as well as the children. She promised to see to the room and returned to the nursery, glad of relief from her trial. Saturday night Mr. Harmony an- nounced that his nephew would be in at midnight. The household retired with hearts and minds busy with thfc new comer. Especially Miriam. She wondered what he would be like. She had never heard of him, and even now she knew nothing of his name. She went to sleep, dreaming that he was a proto type of Mr. Harmony, and awoke the next morning convinced that she would like him for the little girls’ sake. She found after she had made her morning toilet that she was an hour too early for breakfast and she re solved on a trip through the grounds. She slipped on her big straw hat, ran out of a side entrance and—collided headlong with a tall stranger who was standing with bis back to her at the outer entrance, tranquilly sending whirls of tobacco smoke toward the heavens. It was the nephew, she knew, and she hesitated a moment whether she should stand her ground or fly. She had half formed the apol ogy she knew she should make when the big form’s hat went off as. ho whirled on his heel. He stammered: . “Ex —why—why—Miriam’” The little governess looked just one moment—a moment which seemed an ngc—and then, half hysterically cry ing out, everything began to dance be fore her and she did the best possible thing under the circumstances and— fainted. When she came to herself he was standing before her, this stranger, waiting for the water which he had or dered a servant to bring after the first outcry. She was lying in a sheltered spot on the lawn slope. As she opened her eyes the stranger leaned over and tenderly said: “Do you know me now?” “Yes,” she said, with a great inclina tion to laugh, hysterically. “You are Mr. Rutherford.” “Why don’t you say George, dear est,” he said impetuously, and then, suddenly recollecting himself he said: “but perhaps I have not the right to use such an expression?” “Why didn’t you answer my letters?” asked the little governess. “Why didn’t you answer mine?” “I did. I wrote you twice, and—and —thought you had forgotten me,” with a sob which opened the way to a good cry. Rutherford was no more than other man and, stooping over her drew the sobbing head down on his shoulder. They explained it all before breakfast How he had written and how neither letters had ever reached their destina tion—a just cause for a change in the post office administration, they both agreed. They went into the breakfast room arm in arm. “Hello,” ejaculated Mr. Harmony; ‘how’s this?” “Uncle,” said Mr. Rutherford, “you’ll excuse me, won’t you, if I rob you of a sweet little woman who prom ises to taka care of your children for you. Yes, sir, Miss Burns and 1 are going to get married if you will with draw from the field. We were sweet hearts long ago, and have just patched up a truce.” "Humph!” said Mr. Harmony, as lie attacked the sugar-bowl for a fresh lump for his coffee. “I suppose I enter very little into your calculations whether I consent or not. But I’ll agree on one condition only—that you live here and let Miss —Miss Burns—look after the children. They need her, and what they need 1 need.” And it was agreed. Ben M. Johnson. He Wasn't Penurious. The economical vein which runs through some men is positively funny. A man accidentally dropped a penny in a street car. It fell into a lot of straw which had been spat upon, trampled under foot and nearly robbed of its former semblance to that clean, fluffy, inviting bed in which boys delight to roll and tumble. The owner of that penny first kicked the noisome mess about with his foot. He did not find the penny and endeavored to look in different, but his face wore a pained, uncomfortable sort of expression. He couldn’t endure the suspense any longer and forthwith he began to claw about in the dirty straw with h' hands. He picked it up in small lots and shook it in the vain hops that the missing penny would drop out. He spent at least twenty minutes of the half hour’s ride and then gave it up in despair. Our curiosity was aroused. Is that man penurious? No, for he soon spent twenty-five cents for two cigars and thirty cents for two drinks oi whisky for himself and a chance ac quaintance. He bought a paper and gave the boy a nickel, declining to take the three cents’ change. He wasn’t penurious; he wanted to know where that cent went to, and it vexed his soul because the elusive coin could not be found.—Albany Argus. A Holler Tootli. Little Boy—l’d like something for toothache. Clerk—ls it a hollow tooth? Little Boy You bet it’s a holler tooth. My brother what’s got it hollers worse than daddy does when he is shaving.—Pharmaceutical Era. Not His Fault. Physician You owed me another little bill, Mr. Judkins, which I can't remember your having paid. Mr. Judkins—Well, don’t grumble at me about it. lam not responsible for your blul memory, am I? —Pharmaceut ical Era. HOME HINTS AND HELPS. —To tell good eggs, put them in water; if the large ends turn up they are not fresh. This is an infallible rule to distinguish a good egg from a bad one. Lemon Pudding: One cup of sugar, one-half a cup of butter, one lemon, one-half a dozen butter crackers dis solved in one-half pint ol milk. Beat the butter and sugar to a cream, add the yolks of the eggs, the crackers and milk. Bake. Beat the whites of the eggs to a froth, sweeten, cover the top of the pudding with this and set back in the oven to brown delicately.—De troit Free Press. Lobster Croquettes: A lobster well cooked and chopped, season with salt and mace. Measure the meat and mix with one-fourth the quantity of bread crumbs—very fine—melt two table spoons of butter and mix into lobster and ctumbs; make it into egg-shaped balls —small ones—pulverize some crackers, beat an egg, dip balls in egg, then in cracker crumbs and fry in but ter. Serve at once dry.—Home. —Roasted Oyster Crackers; Put two tablespoonfuls of butter in a bowl with half a pint of boiling water. When the butter is melted, put in a pint and a half of oyster crackers, stirring them well, that all may get a. slight coating of the butter and water. Spread the crackers in a shallow pan and put in a hot oven for ten or twelve minutes, they should be brown and glossy at the end of that time. Serve in a deep dish, with the oyster soup.—Good Housekeeping. —ltalian Blanc Mange; Soak half a package of gelatine for fifteen minutes in enough cold water to cover; put a quart of milk in the farina boiler, and when it comes to boiling point stir in the gelatine a teaspoonful of vanilla and the yolks of four eggs (which have been beaten light with half a cup of sugar) and cook for half a minute, stir ring all the time; then remove from the range and allow it to cool until it just begins to thicken, then add the stiffened whites of the eggs, beat well and pour into a buttered mold holding three pints. May be served with whipped cream or soft custard.—N. Y. World. —French Almond Bread: Into a mixing-bowl put the yelks of six eggs, two whole eggs, one-half pound white sugar and three ounces ground al monds. Whisk into a stiff batter for fifteen minutes, add a drop of essence of lemon and one-half pound flour. Spread the mixture about three-quar ters of an inch thick into a buttered and papered baking-tin, and bake to a light brown in a moderate oven. When cooked let it get cold, spread the top with apple jelly, then with icing, and strew some chopped candied fruits over the top. Cut into squares, diamonds, rounds, rings or any shaped preferred and serve in a glass or dish.—House keeper. Pashes That Are the Mode. The new sashes which are to be fash ionable next season arc very wide, very elegant, and not so very expensive, con sidering their quality and device. Five yards are often used where the wea.rer is tall and elects for the Louis Quinzo sash, the ends of which reach quite to the foot of the dress skirt. Some of the new Russian blouses for young girls are made of the gay Persian sash-rib bons, with a trimming of the same at the hem of the dress skirt, or showing as a simulated petticoat between the slashings of the outside skirt with a sash of the same at the back of the blouse, or looped at one side if pre ferred. the rich Louis XIV. sashes show wide stripes of watered silks al ternating with those of silk or satin, with bright pompadour figures scattered in artistic groups down these stripes. The floral patterns in some of these beautiful novelties are exquisite ly colored and blended. Shot-silk sashes are shown in which violet changes into gold, white into silvery blue, gray into Roman red, olive into rose and gold, black into gold and ecru into gold and palest water-green.—N Y. Post. The Kusslnn Skirt. Anew device of the dressmakers gives the effect of a long Russian blouse, and is what was formerly called a double skirt. It is simply a bell skirt lining covered with the dress material up above the knees, and bordered at the foot with a ruche. Overlapping this from the belt down is a shorter skirt of the material, shaped precisely like the lining, and bordered with a ruche like that of the foot. This upper skirt rep resents the lower part of the long Rus sian blouse, and is worn with a round waist with edges extending over the top of the skirt and concealing the join. It is extremely pretty when made of black India silk, with a ruche of box-plaited Brussels net or of velvet ribbon border ing the skirts.—Harper’s Bazar. For Winter Kvonlngg. The mother or the daughter of the family is naturally expected to provide entertainment for the long winter evenings, and it often requires an un suspected amount of generalship and forethought to prepare amusement that is interesting and sufficiently profita ble. An excellent and easily-executed plan provides for the rending and sub sequent discussion of one or more arti cles or stories in a favorite periodical. A serial sometimes furnishes a very good starting-point for argument, spec ulation and invention for a family, and a single article has been known to sup ply material for study for a fortnight. —Y, Ledger, TERMS: 91.00 Per Annum In Advance, PERSONAL AND LITERARY, —Comrade Howard, who has just Joined the grand army post at Goffs-- town, N. 11., is nicety-one years of age. He was a private in the Fourth New Hampshire. —Mr. Cleveland is 55, Senator Gor man .‘.3, Senator Allison 63, Senator Cullom 63 and Senator Carlisle 60, white Iloies, Gray and Sherman are past middle life. Grant, who was in augurated at 47, is said to have been the youngest president. —Rev. C. S. Percival, an Episcopal chaplain at the Soldiers’ home in Marshalltown, la., is about to publish a volume of poems. He is a distant relative of James G. Percival, the New England poet, who died in Wisconsin some years ago, and has written much verse of a high order. —The late Sir William White, British ambassador to Turkey, had a fine old Irish accent. It was worth a week of ones lifetime to hear his “Ah, my dear sirr!’’ words that, coming from his lips, rang through the thickest doors. He was a man of leonine aspect, tall, stal wart, with a massive forehead and a flowing white beard. He was a busy man, having in his whole lifetime not passed an idle moment, it is said. —The Athens Life-Saving society has decreed the presentation of the great golden medallion to Prince George of Greece for his bravery in saving the life of a young naval offi cer. The sail-boat of the latter was upset in the harbor of Athens, and the prince went out alone in a little row boat. and rescued the officer from his dangerous position on the bottom of his overturned craft. —The late Prof. Dr. L. Bishoff. ol Munich, was one of the leading physi ologists in Europe to defend the hy pothesis of the mental inferiority of women over against men, chiefly on the ground of the facts he claimed tc have observed that the average weigh! of a man’s brain is 1,850 gains (gramm), but of woman’s only 1,250. After his death the post-mortem examination elicited the interesting fact that his own brain weighed only 1,245 grains. —Edward Murphy, who was recently killed by a locomotive, at Jackson, Mich., was a most unfortunate man. Thirty years ago he was convicted of murder, and sentenced to imprisonment for life. He had served twenty-five years when a dying man confessed that he had committed the crime for which Murphy was suffering; therefore the prisoner was released, and the state awarded him a pension of three hun dred dollars a year, as some atonement for the injustice of imprisoning an in nocent man. HUMOROUS. —The chorus girl who is pretty but can’t sing must pass at her face value. —Washington Star. “All there is needed for this busi ness," said the auctioneer, “is plenty oi wind and sale.”—Washington Star. —Ancestral Comparisons.—Miss 111 c wr budd (proudly)—"My grandfather was a Virginia Taylour.” Newby—“lndeed Well, to be equally candid, mine was b Jersey City butcher.”—Puck. —Wanted a Pony.—Little Boy—" Now that you’ve got sister a piano I think you might buy me a pony.” Papa— “ Why?” Little Boy—"So I can get away from the piano.”—Good News. —“Robert, you may give the name ol some wild flower,” said the teacher in botany. Robert thought awhile, and then said: “Well, I reckon Injun meal comes about as near being wild flour as anything I know of.”—Herald. —A Lesson.—Sunday-School Teacher —“What lesson do we learn from George Washington’s life?” Scholar (in the last row)—"lt’s always better to climb the tree when you want to steal cherries instead of chopping it down and getting found out.”—Brooklyn Eagle. —Loved Mathematics.—Proud Father (whispering)—“That little boy of mine is a born mathematician; just loves mathematics. Look at him. He’s been figuring for a full hour by the clock.” Studious Boy—“l’m figurin’ up how many days it is to vacation.”—Good News. —Equipped for Travel.—Boston Maid (in Hub bookstore)—“l am compeled to go to New York for an extended so journ. Have you a New York guide?” Clerk—“l regret to say, madam, that we have not.” Boston Maid—“ How unfortunate. Well, give me a dic tionary of American slang.”—N. Y. Weekly. —“lf“this is your final answer. Miss Robinson,” the young man said, with ill-concealed cjiagrin, as he picked up his hat and turned to go, "I can do nothing but submit. Yet, has it never occurred to you that when a lady passes the age of thirty-seven she is not likely to find herself as much sought after by desirable young men as she once was?” “It occurred to me with sudden and painful distinctness when you offered yourself just now,” she replied. "Good-night, Mr. Jones!" —lie Got His Sleep.—Doctor—“l see what the matter is. You do not get sleep enough. Take this prescription to a druggist’s.” Mr. Blinkers—“ Thank you. 1 presume that’s what’s the mat ter.” Doctor (next day)—“Ah, good morning! You arc looking much better to-day. Slept last night, didn’t you?” Mr. Blinkers—“ Slept like a top. I feel first-rate.” Doctor—“ How many doses of that opiate did you take?” Mr. Blinkers (in surprise)—“l didn’t take any. I gavo it to the baby,”—N, V. Weekly. NO. 18.