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#' VOL. XIII. MILKISariMK BT PIIIUI’ SIOBSK. • 1 toll you. Kale, that I.ovo >y cos' 1- worth her weight iu gold; sho give- a good eight quarts o' milk, Aud isn't yot five year old. •• I see youiiii White a-eomiti' u >w : He wants her, 1 know that. Be eareful, girl. you're sptlliu' It' Au' save .some for the cat. ‘■Good evenin'. Richard, step right in;" “ I guess 1 couldn't* Mr. ft o justeome down " " 1 Know it Dick. You've look a shine to her. She's kind an' penile a- a i.uul'. .lest where 1 go she tollers; And though it's cheap I'ii le; her g. . site's your'n for thirty dollars. You'll know her clear across the farm By them two milk-white stars. Yoii needn't drive her home at night. But just le' down the bars. ‘■Then, when you've owned her, sat a month. And learnt her, as it were. I'll bet—why, what's the matter. Dick.'” •• ‘Taint her I want- it's- 'it •‘What? not the girl! well. I'll be bless'd; There. Kale, don't drop that pun, Y ou've took me mightily back. But then a man's a man. • she's year'll, my boy, but one w ord more: Kate’s gentle as a dove; She'll toiler you the whole world round. Kor nothin' else but love. •■ But never try to drive the lass; Her natur's Ike her ma’s. I' if alius round it worked the best. To jest le' down the bats." sVW'o; M.iitlhly. 0> AT I,AM . BY ,11 ANY WUKN. “ Darling!” It is a sick matt's feeble call, spoken scarcely above a whisper but it reaches Elsie Vet mm's listening ear, and in a moment she has sprung from her seat and is by the invalid's side. “ Yes, father!" she answers. " 1 am here, dear!” With evident effort, he stretches out one thin, emaciated hand, and clasps in his the. white, delicate lingers which rest there so lovingly. The dark eyes, though wearing the look which constant suffering gives, fasten themselves upon thi' girl’s face with worshipful fondness, and a sigh breaks from the parted lips. " Has he not come yet," he questions. “No, papa. He may he here now at any moment." “Hod grant it may not be too late,!” he says, almost as though utter ing a prayer, and tl e girl's calm gives away under Ids words. “ Father fatbei!” she cries, falling on her knees and burying her face in her hands, ”do not s.ty that! You will get well! Indeed, indeed you will you must!'’ Nu, my (’)UUI! My llOUif* arc mini bered; but if, before 1 die, 1 can see you Hole Hollins' wife, 1 shall go almost will ingly." "Oh, papa, not his wife! pleaded Hue giil. ‘Hive me time to know him. Our betrothal has always seemed so strange, so unreal, that though I have almost learned to love him through his letters, still, if 1 were bound to him it would turn into bate!" “ Hush, Elsie —hush! You have not forgotten how sacred is this bond —that to his father ! owe all 1 am in the world, and that I promised, on his death-bed, his son should woo and win you. Had 1 not seen him? Did I not know how well he was calculated to win any girl’s fancy? I’ossessed of a face and form any man might envy, w ith eyes whose lustrous light is full of honest purpose, cultivated and brilliant in conversation! My darling you soon will love him as he deserves. Ido that which I know is for your future happiness. I can not leave my child twin upon the world!” The sick man’s voice died away. He had said more than Ids -trength could bear, and he sank back, almost fainting upon his pillows. But at this moment the door eagerly opened. A man stood upon the thres hold. Elsie glanced up. Who was this in truder? Tall and thin, with bald head, and eyes hidden from sight by blue glasses, through which he peered around the room. Did he bring bad news of Hole?— Hole, who had been prostrated by a low malarial fever, and so prevented from hastening to the side of the man who had so urgently summoned him. Trembling, she arose and advanced to meet him. The stranger bowed, as he .*aid, in low musical tones, which sounded strangely from such a source: “Am 1 in time? I have traveled night and day. But I forget; my illness has so altered me that your father would hardly recognize me,” handing iier a card. She read on it the name which seemed branded on her braintb/s Collin*. Hould it he? What nightmare pos sessed her? This— -this was tin* man her father asked her to marry! She could not: and she shuddered at the thought. But Hole already had approached the bed—already the sick man's eye- rest ed upon his face, as he bent tenderly over him. “I’oor fellow ! how ill you must hare been!" lie said. “ But, oh, thank heaven you are in time! Call the clergyman: I am going fast!" “ Father," subbed Elsie, “spare me this!" MINERAL POINT, WIS., FHIDVV, Al-OUST IS7S. " W ill you not lot mo die happv?" he questioned, reproachfully. And so Colo Collins won hi* bride. I.iko a piece of oold, wluto marble, she answered the solemn questions nut her with the eahnness that desperation sometimes gives. The man who was dying had never refused one w ish if her young life. To him she owed it; tanim she saeritieed it. Hut it was the spirit of a martyr, not a bride. " Hless you and reward you!" he said, when all was over: then elosed his eyes with a glad sigh id eontent, and the spirit, as if waiting but for this for it* re lease, lied away. A week later, and F.lsie sat alone in her own room, but her white face and heavy eyes testified to something of all she had endured. Not onee had the man so strangely made her husband —the man whose name or whose memory brought a sluui dee —intruded upon her privaey. Not since she had been carried fainting from her dead father s side had her eyes rested upon his face. “Oh, (lod, that I might never see it again!" she said, aloud, the winds wrung from her in the intensity* of her an guish. as. burying her head on the arm of the chair on which she sat. she sob bed outright. “ I* it, then, so hateful to you KlsieV " questioned a sad, musical voice. If so, my child, your wish shall be gratified." And glancing up in sudden terror, Kl sie saw the man of whom she had spoken standing before her. A wild, lleeting fancy for a moment possessed her, that could she shut out forever the horrid vision, and listen on ly to thu voice whose tones were so full of melody, life might yet be endurable. Hut oh, to live day by day, to spend her hours, sleeping and waking, side by side w ith this spectre of ugliness, she could not, and spite of herself her sobs burst out thick and fast. “Klsie,” said her husband. “I knew my sickness had altered me, bat 1 did not realize how great the change had been. Hut believe me, when your father placed your hand in mine, he consigned to me a trust I shall never betray. Listen! lam going away, on business w hich will detain me until you summon me back. We may never met t again. It rests with you, but the chains shall be made a* light as in my power. Would that I might cast them off from you forever. You w ill write to me, will you not!’ You will let me write to you? All I ask is that I may hear from yon that 1 may know the step 1 have taken is bringing you the happiness 1 would gladly lay down mV life to pis'CUl'C. Was it fancy that his voice broke* here in a sob fancy that a kiss fell a* a feather on her brow, a wh; pered bless ing on the ail? Sin* knew not; but, when she raised her head, she w as alone, and a thrill of pity ran through her for the man she had exiled the man whose generous nobility ha 1 called that pity forth—the man whose fate was. perhaps, harder than her own. Two years passed slowly hy. spent by Elsie in the luxurious retirement of her beautiful home. They .seemed almost a dream, made reality only by the let ters which eame, from time to time, to cheer her solitude—letters at first re ceived shudderingly, hut which she grew at last to look for, to long for, so | well did the writer seem to understand I the want of her heart. It was as though ! he touched a delieat instrument, and 'knew how to bring music from each hidden chord. His letter ran thus; l “Have you so conquered your repug nance that you would weleomea friend for my saki —that you would receive him for a short time as your guest? As your aunt makes her home with you, it will be in accordance with the pro-, prietors; and you will not refuse me the happiness of learning something ol your daily life from his lips, on his re turn. If the gratification of this wish should cause? your annoyance, consider it unmade; but 1 think you’will find Air. Bayard a guest by no means trou bles! one," When would this stranger arrive this man who knew so well the husband who was to her an unknown? This was her daily thought, until one morning, preparing for her drive, ids card was put into her hand, and she descended in stantly to the drawing-room, to meet and bid him welcome. She almost hoped >ho might find him old, and ugly, and disagreeable, that she might do the more. A wish of Ode's ' It seemed almost like some atonement to grant it. But, as she -lands upon the thres hold, she starts. The man who has risen, ready to receive her, is the hand eomest she has ever seen. His cheek hear- the perfect glow of health; his -ye-, dark and lustrous, are bent upon her, with a light beneath which lier's quail; his hair falls in short, clustering rings round a high, forehead; and when she approaches, with strange, constrained welcome, her head scarcely conies to the level of the broad shoul ders. But he bends over the little hand with reverence due a queen, and in that mo ment she feels how easy a thing it will he to give the stranger the welcome and the friendship her husband has asked for him at her hands. No longer the days drag, or the hours seem long. She has vvanderd into the realms of delight. She lias iet a tuiiul stored with inexhaustible wulth. She ' lias grown to watch his coning, to be grudge the moments spent .way from his side, ere, with lightning tlash, she realizes whither she has drift'd with the current. His visit has drawn to a ease. He is to leave her. His future tscs barren and desolate before her. Vlas' she sighs in vain for the old einphiesityfthe past. V\ by has Cole done this t mg? Why sent this man, with the woiderfnl fas cination of his presence a,ded to his wonderous beauty, topoisoi her life? Hut she gives no outward sign; only he watches the lovely eheekgrow pale, aud the little hand trembh within his own as she falters her "giodhy." nor asks him to come again. Then she llies to her hombir, and in a moment her pen is living fast over her paper. She writes: “ You said you would com* when 1 summoned you. Ibid youcomo mm! I bid you leach me a wifi's duty m ward a husband; tc better fulfil my dear lather's dying wish: to forgive me these years of cokluess, and Id ire atone for them iu the future: to he heller worthy the generous uohility you have shown to one so undeserving!" Her letter dispatched, she mew her duty done. At least her hushuid’s pro tection would be hers. She needed it against herself against tins new, strange blissful misery which had crept into her life. This sulferiiig she must hide from every eye, nor fall iu the duty of a woman aud a wife. Hut when, a few weeks later, she knew her husband bad answered her appeal, was waiting her approach, a great soh rosi* iu In • throat, and the room grew Mack, as she advanced to welcome him. Then the mist cleared, and sin* saw it was not he, hut Mr, I Liya rd. who stood he for her. “Colo!” she gasped. " whore is ho?” “ Here, my wilV!” he answered, open ing \vilo his arms. “Can you forgive the deception I have practiced? i know you would not recogni/e me, siuoo the ravages illness luul uuuto luul disap peared, uuil 1 had grown so hungry fur one sight of your dear face, 1 planned this little scheme. Was it all fancy, darling, that 1 thought a gleam of love sometimes stole into your eves: 1 Will you still give it to your htislmnd, dear one, or shall I again leave you ?" lint Klsie, spriugiu g to the shelter of his arms, whispers: “Stay Imimv.i:" An Kxpausive Petition. Harper's Mima/lm*. It is well at a funeral to he concise and eorreel in narrating the incidents of the life and chara.itef of the deceased, his family, relations, etc. The follow ing shows an unusual caution: Mr. Phipps died, lining the third hus band of Mrs. I’, At the funeral, their regular minister In mg out of town, the Methodist minister was requested to ollieiate. Having recently been as signed to the town, and being almost a stranger, he had to he hastily posted as to the deceased, his family etc. At the funeral all went well, and a stranger might have thought him and old an in timate fr end of the late Mr, Philips, But he was a little foggy on the widow, for m his prayer he lost his reckoning, and brought the widow in about in this wise: “And now we commend to Thy cafe this widow. Thy handmaid, who has been bereaved again and again and again,” then, hesitating an instant, he added, “mul jirrlinp* wjnin." W hether he had incorrectly ciphered no the nninlier of husbands who had gone before, or was making allowance for one to come, we are not advised. Midsummer Poetry. With a face as red as a lobster, and hack like the shell of a elain, the wife stands over the kitchen stove and ma nipulates raspberry jam. Bnkuhin: ('mu i* /'. While her husband, with nose like a sunset, and a month like the song of a 'year, leans over the counter of “ free lunch,” and elevates schooners of beer. And her daughter, with ear like a shovel, and eye like a Florida bean, swings on the front gale with her fellow, with darkness to cover tin- scene. (iinphir. While her son. with hands like a skim mer, and lip like the mouth of a jug, in cab bing had tips from the striker, re reives a hot curve in the mug. Brock pni I Ih' imfrot. II Seems Impossible That a remedy made of such common, simple plants as Hop*. Puehu, Maud rude, Dandelion, ke., should make so many and such marvelous and wonder ful cures as Hop Hitters do, hut when old and young, ricli and poor, pastor and doctor, lawyer and editor all tes tify to having been cured by them, you must believe and try them yourself, and doubt no longer. Sice other col umn. A mono the first things trial strike the traveler in Japan are the wooden san dals worn by these Jit),(MX),OOO people. They have a separate apartment for the great toe and make a creaking noise on the .-tn et. Humorous. on; i'iioik. l lu'ro’s .Im> Sophia. Xml Ann Mhi to. Willi Ohmllah, Ami /.oili'kish, In our litoii. Ami ,lam' Soplmi o|nuii< aiiu;> so huh. iouM think tin >OlOO had wtu • • To 'ounihoxo all .•.•minx i|hhj;s. " lion lii" Innls off on Suml:n : " hllo Ann Mm in alto ohoti'n Kiiiirn out in Mich harmonious xoln*. That almn’ia in Iho olitin h roloioo. Amt ih alioM aim: I ill Mumhe Tim* Ohaillali ■ I mor lilgli Is miaiirpasanl hniotiin ilio ski . .lust heal him alns "Shoi-i hi-amt hi ” And ion wilt it in ivoiuln . " hllo /.oitokiali a huas prutiiuml tiooa down so lon 11 jars iho pound. Xml wakos iho oohoos miloa mound, l.iko disianl 10 link ihumloi . Talk not to ns o’ I’alH's tamo, 1 n Nioolllli’s lonoi tamo, t*r fan’s oonti'allo hat a iiamo Or iX lulaoi s I'ondoioas Inisso’ Tin i shut no inoro llko .lain' Sophia, And Ann Mat la. Ohadiati. \ ml .lodoknih In out i hoir, Thau oats sink llko I'omasso! Kvon ti harroldioop will turn whi'ii trod upon. in tlio language of (lowers, are lie-looks. Two tilings no nil in a hurry an uv row tlismissi'il from ti liow, tttul a lu'tin tlisinissnl hy a lu'llr, V Troy man hits lust ;t canal hoat, ami a local papiT suggests tiiat sidin' Syracuse v;irl look it lor a slipper. Wlttil is (!\o dillerenee lu'lwi'i'ii a man strnrk with amazement ami a leopard's tail? lino is rootoil to Iho spot, ami Iho othor is spotloil to Iho root. Onr extra strong-minded woman has romarkotl that an oh I haoltolor is a man \vho, through selfish motivos, has ro framed from making smno woman w rotohoti. Tho on)prit wits brought hol'oro Iho magistrate ami askotl 1 1 is naino. It was givon as Kaohonsohlagor. “ Hid yon shoot tho dog in self dofonso?" “ No; I shot him in Iho lok, mid ho ynmpod olor do feme." See horn, mister," said a hoy who was driven up a tree hy a ferocious dog, " if yon don't take your dog away I'll eat up all yonr apples 1” \ Minnesota father, who has live grownup daughters, has sued the county. He claims that his resilience has heen used as a oonrl hoiiso for the past two years. KneouragiuK lieorge (who Ims inst engaged himself to tin- ■rl of his his hi'iirt) breaks tin l liii|)|iy news lu his frii'iiil .luck (who Ims been married suin' 1 iini'.) .lack: “Ah! well, my ili'iir fellow, inn is tin, lies! thing in the long run, ainl 1 can assure yon that after a year or two a mangels used to it, and feels just as jolly as if he had never ma n ied at all.' 1 The puris green did not exactly kill tin* potato hugs, hut it so seriously no paired their intellect that they have gone to eating the Canada thistles. Dauhurji A 'nv, " And what did you think of Switzer land?’’ asked a lady of a young Ameri ran helle who had just made the lour. “ I'relty place, hot it struck me there were too many lakes and 100 few young men.” “ Dr. C'ii'Vim' c;m knock n hole in a silver dollar every time.” So can we, every time we lake onr girl lor a walk down a stri at that I masks an ice-cream saloon and a deneed big hole il is, too. I‘net. When a man has a hole in the toe of one of his socks, and is polling on a tight hoof, and the nock works up around his instep, then il is lime to ask him his private opinion of pantheism as an or thodox doetrme. Ivrrlimij/i. Did tin* prophet Isaiah ever eat at a railroad station? It certainly looks so, for how could he have described and so literally if lie had not: ‘‘And he shall snatch on (he right hand and he hungry; and he shall eat on the left hand and l shall not he satisfied.” !'ujliillu < hn- Onr readers will he relieved to learn that the seiiiroplerns vohicella and the gymnorhina lenconota have arrived all right at the Central Park managei ie in New York, and the eervna damn has also taken lodgings there next to the tuitur risoria. hmil C>uri>r. Yung man, |u-iluiiyu better In- a inunky than a philoijopliur; if yu play the nmtiky wi 11, mitnkiuil will look upon tlirm.'i'lvf.' a/ miperior to yu, ami to.-w you half* mu] ijuartein, hut if yn play the philoKopher they will kiiiiih r yu Htiperior to them, mui whuii yuac-i koiilinly. Jo*h liilhno*. Mrf. Shoddy’* view* an- inlerc-lingto those who am thinking ahout keeping a carriage. She naya that. whe law thought it ail ovi*r, ami room to the conclusion that brooches arc a'lnont too large, that these ’ere coupon* arc too idiut up, hut that a nice Htyli-h pony phantom hcciiih Pi he just tin; thing. ■* J'la/c, cap'll, how fir are we from : the land?” linked a Mai-Hick imigrant of the captain of an ocean Hteanier. Well, Mike, w e are 'bout a couple hun dred niiler! off <'ape Henry, I reckon,” wok the reply. “ And now, cap’n,” said Mike, how far, pla/.e, is Cape Henry from the land?"— Horton Port. “ Kxcuhc me, mis*,” said a polite old i gentleman to an otherwise well-dreMed > onng lady on Washington stivot. •• but mi' von awavo thot somobody has jammed your hot quite badly',’" ‘ It’s all right, sir; it’s a No Vark hat. and tho fashion," replied she, with a toss of tho boat). ("oiiimmati/ Hi il'rtin. Wo understand that thoHho-wa thot tho Sho woo tho Sl\o-wo understand that tho Koo-shooa tho Moo-oosha wo understand that tho Shoo-inaooa but it's no uso, anyway, anti wo hope they'll got waxed eight along. \n\ orow with suoh a namo deserves to bo beaten oven - time. St. I.,mix Jourmil “Ol nil I ho |hh|h, tliultuu mu\ NV lh'\ l* rlhHp,svnll/ t l ol U\o. WMch mu* \voul uiitont I*l ,v.* All otht'f l'iuO t l '" Mut ns lu took hoi in hU Him** A ini UhhiM lur OVI mitt o'vim, JMu* npjiko In to nos of oiMhm . • i, To mint. i* uu Moon*!'* I on krii> (I'li.vWr. A rooont advertisement eontains tin following: "If tho gontloman who keeps tin' shoo storo w ith a roil hoail will votnrn tho umbrolla of a young lady with whalebone nits and an iron handlo to tho slato roofod grooofs' shop, ho will hoar of soinoth ng jo Ins advan (ago, as tho ann* i' a gilt of a doooasod mother now no movo with tin* name on geavod upon it." Thought It Maile \o thlli'ieini'. •' That It'utut does net lit the mortise by a t|iiarlt'r of an inoh," said an om plover to a young carpenter who Innl just begun to wotk lor lam. "1 tin infill that for a garden gale ton would not In l particular, ami it wonltl niako iit> dilfcrenco," answered tin l voting man. lint il did make a dilli'i'oneo. It mado just llio dilloreuoo between iln 1 young carpenter having a steady suinnu'r joh at good wagt's ami having his tinn>un otvni'ii'd on his hamls, Th> employer fouml no furlht'r fault; hut whon tin' gate was Duishi'd, ho paid tho niakor without auothor word and dis missod him, Tho next day Ihorowas imothor man in his pluoo. lie hapin’ii oil to ho a man who thought it did niako a diHi'H'in'o how everything wiis ilano; ho always did his host; and lio kopl Ids siiualion to tho ond of tho season. So il happens. ITi'ipu'iilly Minin' lit tie thing, wliioli was not expected to at trai l attention, is notieed hv some 0110 to w hom tho exerllenee of tho work has I'oiiiiuonili'd itself, and tho ’nan who has mado painstaking the rule of all his lahor, is surprised hv a sudden and un looked-for aeeossion of good fortune, lie has heen brought into noli hv some ineoiisidored Irillo, whieh was well done uiert'ly because il was his habit to do everything as well as possible. On the other hand, many a man who is lamenting his ill fortune, and don't know what to attribute it to. owes it to some siieh earelessnoss in the way of doing hi-> work as that whieh doomed tho young carpenter to a summer of profitless idleness. Men are by no means always told by what particular net, they are judged; hut. any good per form a nee is a 1 way s lia ble Ii make, and any had perforinaiiee is always liable to mar, a fortune. A ( old and a Warm Hay. A policeman idly caught sight id a (my >i lx nit twelve years nlil trying In jay 1111 a kitchen window. Ah the lad betrayed im alarm when accosted, thr ofl'ieer mildly demanded if lie lived there, and why lie wan prying up the anal i. “ I live here, Iml I'm locked out,” re plied the hoy. “Thin in ahold the hun dredth time thin game has heen played on me, and thin in the last hair that break* the eamel'a hack.” Where 1 * your mother?" " (June over In my aunt's, I s’pose. I have j 11 h( got home from Hiindav school.” “ And why should she lock the door?” “That's the emiHarned inyHlery!” angrily exclaimed the lad. ‘‘ There'* a lag frosted cake in the house, of course, hut, would I touch it ? Why, 1 just hate the sight of raisin cake with frosting on ill” ", You simply desire to get in to warm vour feet," suggested Iheollieer. "That's all; and I'm going in if it takes the roof off!” The oflicer walked on, and in a few minutes passed up the alley behind the house to help catch a loose horse. Sealed on the fence was the hoy who was working at the window, lie was now working at frosted cake, “Ah, ha! didn’t you tell me you didn't like cuke?” iheollieer cried. “That was when I was eold," replied the hoy, as he hunted for the raisins. "There's a heap of ditlerenee between a cold hoy and a warm hoy.” " And yon don't feel an desperate as you did ?’’ “ .oit unite, though 1 can’t 101 l what minute I may waul some piekted peaches, and it makes me mad to think that mu hid this cake in a basket in the parlor stove!” f'l is stated that there will he four thousand invitations issued on the oc casion of tno anniversary of M. Thier’s death on the lid of September. A place will he reserved in the nave of Notre Dame Cathedral for each of the depu tations, representing tiie twenty-live de partments, by whom M. Thiers was elected on the Bth of February, 1871. Uatti.k Creek (Mich.) capitalists have pul 920,000 in an automatic aeat factory. NO.