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— ' ■ ■ 1 ■ ■ 1 ' ' ” UKI KI.Y (OI'MIIAN,
ha«l*miIiwntm, HOME MEN AND HOME RULE. i*».
MmIIiM III 1^.*. ___ - — —.—— — — - ——■— —_
VOL. 2l.~NO. 42. HAZKKHUHST, MISS., THURSDAY, JUNK 17, 188B.___' * ™'
THE drumn-:r s little girl.
Mi put'll is a trawling man,
Some |s*o|it« call, him “drummer,"
He r>^ away in August, and—
*l*ti home again next summon,
I don't know |aitvl very well
1 wish I knew Inin heller.
Bur every week 1 take ray pea
And write a big long letter.
Awl mamma says some dsv hsll coma
tl thought I should have faiutedi.
And the will keep him In tho bouse
Uutd we get wc'juainied.
Now ain't that funny, don t you tb ok?
It give, me lots of bother
To think a great big g rl like me
i>ou't really kuow her father.
] won’t know hsrdic. ho*.* to art:
Oi cours. II h o o» m<%
But gotvluesg grarious, it won't do
To let a at range Minn kUs met
And wlieu ha nr't comes In the house
I wun t know how to greet him;
1 funs I'll call him *\M ster rtpa"
And «ny Tin pleased to uus-t him.
Oh pshaw, its plaguey mean to have
One'ii pupa for a drummer,
1 wish he'd <oine in aiituwu and
May winter, spring and summer,
— Utrrlmi Tnicvler,
A AVI 1 A) *ciTase.
6uvod from an Awful Donth by
tho Rocking Stono.
••You know Holly Calhoun, boys?”
Interrogatively remarked the Colonel.
••Alt, I seo you do.” lie laughed at
the various expressions of ad miration
which the subject of his question called
forth. “Yes, you are right; neither
Louisville nor Lexington--and that
means Kentucky, which beat* the
World can produce a filter specimen
of young v\ omunhood. She has more
than beauty and brains; ahe ha* pure
grit and nil the staying qualities of a
Morgan. I know this, Iwcause when 1
w as last in Honduras she and I had a
little adventure together in tho woods
down there, which
“What? Was Holly Calhoun ever in
( cntral America? I crt.unly she was.
Honduras is only two days out of New
Orleans. Sixty dollar* will pay the
round trip fare from New Orleans to
Puerto Cortex, and a few dollars more
will take you. via the Inter-Oceanic
railway, from that point into the heart
of the country. We wen* both visiting
at the hacienda of l>on Francisco Gar
d-lla, near the City of Comayagua,
about midway between the Atlantic
coast and the Hay id Fonseca on the
Pacific. With a party we had left the
hacienda in the cool of the afternoon
on the hacks of the pacing mules or
nudadora*. as they call them bound
for the Hocking Stone, one of the Dou’s
Hons. 1 had no Idea what the Hocking
Stone was, and as Dolly and myself
were suon at some little distance ahead
•ml out of sight of the main party 1
neither oared what nor when* it was.
Suddenly our mule* stopped pacing
and began dancing.
•••What’ can be the matter with this
old mule?” cried the girl, pouting out
her lip* in that mock-babyish way
which she has sometimes.
••Although my own mount was even
nmn> c\eit d than lu-r's 1 drew closer
to her side, in order to bo near in case
her beast bolted, a* it threatened to do.
\\ itti its ears pricked lonvaiil.it was
trembling along its entire body and
►hying away from a thick coppice of
jicural. or calabash trees, which lined
the road ahead. There was it crashing
sound coming from the coppice, ami
the next minute a wild boar broke front
it and trotted into the center of the
road, where he stop|>ed short to stare
at us out of his little red eyes. He was
lean and hungry-lookiug. Ilis lip
were drawn back from his front teeth
like the lips of a bull-dog, and big four
inch tusks stood out sharp and glitter
ing from the sides of his black jaws.
“When he charged us our mules
went away together into the forest on
the right-hand side of the road. For
the lirst few rods wo could do uothing
but crouch close to the animals' necks
and tug at the bridles. The immense
Spanish*bit, however, soon gave mo a
command over ray frantic steed, and at
the lirst open Spot 1 wheeled close to
Dolly's side and. grasping her audadora
with my right hand while I checked
my own with my left, I soon brought
the beasts to an easier gait Then 1
looked behind, and as 1 live, gentle
lilt'll, II1MIMU Ul UUU IJt’iw n iV! All tuuiu
drove of wild boars racing toward us—
the leaders champing their jaws so
that, even in tho semi-darkness of the
forest, we could see tho foam drop
from them.
“Then came a chase which in an
open country could have had but one
Issue—tho audadoras being very swift
pacers and more than a match for the
fleetest hog bohind us. But the coun
try was by no means open, and the
fears of our beasts led them to dash
into jungles which kept us back sadly,
but hindered the wild boars not a bit.
Once during the run I saw the sleek,
spotted body of a jaguar crouched
along the lower limb of a silk-cotton
tree; little animals Uko our common
ground squirrel ran across our path,
and twice we roused an armadillo.
“Suddenly Dolly cried out, threw
the lines forward and slipped from her
seat to the grass. The head of a boa
constrictor swung dowu from a ma
hogany tree and brushed the saddle
she had just quitted. My own mule
reared as I reached forward to lift her
from the grass, and th® next minute
we were btlb in the amt prtdiotgtnl
—afoot and chased bjr a troop of wild
hogs. Wo could hoar them crashing
and pattering through tho under*
growth behind. Yes, sir*, that tuttl©
threw mo—something that no horao
has done sine© 1 Was ton jears old.
“There Was a rift in the trees a fow
rods ahead, and away wo weut toward
it for our lives, hoping that it might bo
tho clearing around a settlement. It
was merely a lore! piece of turf, in the
center of w hich was a huge bowlder.
Tho bowlder's top was smooth, but
slanting at an angle of about twenty
degrees. It Was lying upon ono end,
tho other oud projecting so far over the
center that ikpp«r»ntl> a touch would
disturb the equilibrium, send tho high
er end down, tho lower Up, like a see
saw, the center of tho stone being tho
fulcrum upon which it would turn.
“Tito brutes were close at our heels.
I could smell the peculiar odor which
—like the domesticated hog—they give
on wiien in numuors, nnu cuuiu m »r
tin* champing of their tusks. With my
right hand as a stirrup, Dolly vaulted
onto the nick's slanting top, and with
out two sceouds to sparu 1 followed,
scrambling up with more haste than
grace. We were both much more ex
cited than 1 can* to think of, and in
stinctively instinctively, mind—Dolly
drew nearer to my side and my arm
went round her waist.
••The savage brutes pressed close to
the nick, leaping up at us and snap
ping their jaws like hungry wolves.
They tilled the open space around us
for many yards, the rear guard press
ing those in the front rank so closely
as to almost crush them against the
stone. They were more savage than
wolves. They looked and acted like
••They crowded under the projecting
Olid of the bowlder. As we moved
forward upon it, the center of gravity
was overcome, the ponderous mass
slowly swung upon its axis, the top
for the hundredth part of a minute was
level, and then the end which had boon
Uowil rose mu* im* air, mmu tuv uuu i
fell smoothly, without a Jar, on the
grass, ini prison log a number of the
hogs beneath iU It was the smoothest
ami most astounding transformation
that I have ever seen.
“The sudden disappearance of the
crushed victims seemed to disconcert
the drove. Possibly their leader—
without whom, as the Don told me
later, they lo-o half their ferocity—
was among the missing. For an in
stant they stopped leaping, stopped
champing their tu-ks ami stared fixed
ly at the bowlder that had proven it
self so dangerous. Then wo heard
the rattling of hoofs upon a road close
by, ami the party whom we had left
an hour before came riding into the
open xpaco before us. It was too
much f<»r the bogs. They galloped in
ti* the woods on the opposite side of
the clearing, disappearing as quickly
as they had come.
“ ‘Madre do Dios!* cried Don Fran
cisco, holding up his hands in amaze
ment. ‘The R«*cking Stone has saved
you. Thank Heaven you did not fall
into their jaws. They many aud many
a time kill a tiger.’
“Then Madame Calhoun's shocked
voice came in. \uoity: *n» cnua, wum
a fright you are! Como down at once!’
“Ami suddenly Miss Dolly remem
bered that my arm was still about her
waist. She blushed to the roots of her
yellow hair, and was not more that!
live seconds in finding her way down
to the grass. Hut it will be more than
live years, you may rely upon it, before
she or 1 will forget that little advent
ure.”—/>< trail Free I*ress.
■ ■' » ■
How m ltrlglit Little French Girl Allowed
Herself to lie Wooed.
I remember, just before the Franco
l’rtissian war, a Millie. Pairior, a very
witty and intelligent girl of eighteen,
attended the day-school in which I was
teaching. She bad passed her exam
inations at PHotel do Villc, but was so
fond of her school that she protested
she would not leave it until it was time
for her to bo married. She was a priv
ileged character among tho Joaohera
and pupils—a sort of a parlor boarder.
Otf<* day sh* came running to us and
said: “Mamma has seriously gone to
work to tind mo a husband. I saw a
candidate last night at the theater, but
I don’t like him. He squints. I am
going to see another at the Opera
lomique to-nigm. 1 no ncxi morning
our question was: **IIow did you liko
him?” “Can’t liko hiui; papa heard
tiiat his property was entailed, and
that his father died of somo hereditary
disease.” Thus, every morning, to
our amusement, she would como with
a new story, told in her own sprightly
wav. Onoe she told us that ouo of her
mothers horses was lamed; she sup
posed that he (the horse) was heartily
tired of running after a husband for
her. At last she found the right one,
or rather the right ono was found for
her. She then at once stopped joking,
and, with the dignity she »t onoo as
sumed as a linancee, she forbade ns »c
to do. Her huiband is a rich manu
facturer of cloth at Elbocuf—Brooklyn
—There is a law in Vermont which
passed the Legislature last session
making the adulteration of maple mi
gar or bees’ honey with any substaocf
whatever punishable by a tins of frour
twsaty-flvs W tty dQUv* |
Th« Simple Herret mt the *UrT#loe«
••Telklnc ”
In modern times magicians have
mndo much use of mirrors. The cele
brated “Sphinx” trick, or “Talking
Head,” which caused such a profound
sensation when it was lirst brought
out u few years ago, owed its astonish
ing effect entirely to tho aid of mirrors.
Not even the marvelous automatic
chess-player of Muczcl is at all to bo
compurod to tho “Spninx,” which
may justly be regurdod as tho most re
markable illusion ever invented for the
bewilderment of mankind.
But while tho possibility of hiding
the person of a dwarf within tho box
upon which tho chess-player was seat
ed might have occurred to any one as
a solution of the mystery, it was dilli
cult for tho spectator to Imagine how
an agoncy other than supernatural
could bo connected with a head which
lay on a dish on a plain four-legged
table in tin* middle of tho stage, and
talked and smoked a pipe with as much
as if it had belonged to a
reasonable human being.
As has been said, the table was
placed in the stage, in full view. The
head lay in a dish on tho table; it was
evidently independent of human agen
cy, for tho andionco could sco under
tho table, and there was nothing there.
Beneath the table wore visible tho cur
tains at tho back of tho stage, which
was hung all around with dark cloth
reaching to tho tloor. It is not surpris
ing that this marvelous "talking head'’
should have excited tho astouishment
of Europe, or that it should have puz
zled the most eminent scicntitio men to
account for the mysterious phenome
non; and yet, as it is tho caso with all
really effective tricks, the riddle of tho
sphinx was an exceedingly simple one.
A mau was actually uuder tho table
with his head through a hole in the
top, hut his body was concealed by
mirrors so adroitly disposed that they
retlected the curtains at tho sides of tho
stage, thus producing an optical illu
sion by which tho spectator was tea w
believe tiiat ho wai looking under the
table and seeing tho hanging at the
back. The deception is so perfect that
it is almost impossible, even with a
person who is ac<|iiaintod with tho nat
ure of tho illusion, to realize that it is
An effect somewhat similar is pro
duced by a large plain mirror inclined
away from the audienco at an angle of
forty-fivo degrees. In the middle of
the glass is a hole through which tho
performer passea his hend, which
seem*, to float in tho air, the body of
the man being coucoalcd behind the
Another famous trick is the “box”
trick. A large box is raised from the
floor in the middle of the stage, so
that the spectators can see around and
under it. The performer gets into the
box and closes it. When it is opened
again he has disappeared, ora skeleton
is found in its place. The man is con
cealed by mirrors swinging on hinges,
which reflect the sides of the box, so
that the audience think it is empty.—
Cincinnati Enquirer.
» ■ ■■
The Mont Oulous Contortion or I.nnRUiiRF
Known to Mnnklml.
SInng is not a desirable addition to
any language, but wo never heard of
any language without it. Elegant ami
magnificent Paris possesses probably
the largest slang vocabulary in the
world. Tho slang of tho Parisian
thieves, loafers and street Arabs was
carefully studied by Victor Hugo, who
not only employed it in tho speech of
some of the characters of his greatest
novel but devoted many pages to a
discussion of its derivation, forco and
Tho French novelist Dnudet, also, is
well acquainted with tho much smallor.
but almost equally curious vocabulary
of fashionable slang, which presents
tho additional difficulty of chnnglng
with every season. English writers,
too. are obliged to study slang if they
wish their characters to appear natural,
for London Society—with a capital S—
employs more slang and worse slang
in conversation than educated persons
anywhere else. Wo pcrccivo with dis
may, therefore, a tendency among
Americans to eraphasizo their speech
with imported slang as well os that
nativo to the soil.
Now, American slang is bad enough;
but we are, in some degree, hardened
to it Tho word dude has long sinco
censed to excite astonishment, mug
wump is an accepted fact, and boodle
(adopted from the thieves’ vocabulary)
is fast coming to have a familiar sound.
Tho slang phrases employed in com
mon conversation, although unpicas
ing, are not disgusting, and are fre
quently expressive. To get left, for in
stance, conveys, in tho briofost and
mo*t forcible form, an idea which it
might tako somo timo to state in cor
rect language.
Dut English slang is different It is
■illy. It is inexpressive. It is somo
times revolting. No good American,
we are sore, could bring himsolf to uso
it We advise our readers to distrust
any one who speaks the slang dialect
habitually, to carefully avoid any per
son who talks about cade, and to look
upon the individual who is capable of
saying rot, tor rubbish, as hopelessly
beyond the pale of olvUUation.’—2t. Y
Thu Four Principal Law* by Which thu
Dealgiu Hhooltl Uu Governed.
Scarcely any thing scorns so oaBy as
to design a monogram, yet we wo very
few successful oucs. tho most of them
boing a mass of mixed up lottors and
ornaments of which we can lind neither
tho beginning nor tho end. There is a
law regulating tho designing of etory
thing, and it is this law which tho truo
designer keeps in mind and applies to
his work; the effect of obcdionco to
this law, and Its violation, are seen as
clearly in tho dosign for a monogram
aa in tho design for a cathedral.
First, there should bo harmony of
composition, that Is, tho letters should
so emphasize, subdue or control each
other that thu composition should im
press us as compact, appropriate, and,
being so, boautiful.
Second, thcro should bo no unneces
sary ornamentation; thcro should be
a quiet and peace about the design
which will always please tho truly ar
tistic. Looking at somo designs, wo get
tho impression that ornament was so
plentiful that tho dcsigm r saw no other
means of consumption than that of
buryiug bis designs In it, for wo sco
that there is a mass ot curves, angles,
shades and leaves, but nothing else.
Third, simplicity of lettering is an
important requisite, as there should bo
no possibility of mistaking an E for a
O or C, and tho boundaries or outlines
of tho letters should bo well defined.
Fourth, tho order of sequeneo of the
letters should bo carefully nttendod to.
Tho common idea is that n certain
number of letters aw given with which
to makn a pleasing design, and so far,
that impression is right; but thuro is
somothing beyond this. Thcro is tho
art of so placing tho letters that one
can distinguish at a glanco tho first,
the central and tho last lotter. Now,
tho rule to bo observed to securo this
wsult is as follows: Tho last letter of
tho monogram must bo tho principal
feature, and must bo tho lurgest,
tho boldest and the hcaviost letter;
then tho first letter must bo tho next
in size, but tho lightest in outline
and color; then tho central letter must
lie tho smallest, and of an intermediate
tint. If the monogram is of four let
ters, the two intermediate must bo of
tho same si/.n, and tho second lotter
lighter in outline and color than the
third.—Art Amateur.
m • m - —
A (Irnlmqur, I)wi*rlUl» arc* Which C»«
Now lie 1'mI Icil I lie Nf»t|i»ii*r riant.
It seems that in certain Territories
called New Mexico au«l Arizona, there
are great tracts of desolate desort
lands, where the very hills seem desti
tute of life ami beauty, and where the
earth is shriveled from centuries of
terrible hcaL And in these desert
tracts grows a curious misshapen, gro
tesque and twisted plant that hoems
more like a goblin tree than a real
Of nil tho trees in tho world, you
would imagine this to be the most out
cast and worthless — so meager a living
does it obtain from the waste of sand
and gravel in which it grows. And yet
this gobliu tree is now being sought
after in one of the world’s greatest in
dustries—an industry that atl'ecta the
daily needs of civilization.
Those wise folk, the botanists, call
our goblin tree by its old Indian name
of the “Yucca’* palm. This plant of
the desert for a long timo was consid
ered valueless, llut not long ago it
was discovered that the liber of the
Yucca could be mude into an excellent
paper. And now one of tho grent En
glish dailies, the London Telegraph, is
printed upon ilo paper maue irom mis
goblin tree. Indeed, tho Telegraph has
purchased a Inrgo plantation in Arizo
na, merely for tho purpose of cultivat
ing this tree, and manufacturing pnpor
from it. So, you see, the Yucca is now
a newspaper plant.—St. Nicholas,
Th« Anrlrnt Republic of Andorra and Ils
Form of Government.
••Andorra” is an independent state
in tho l’yronocs, adjoining tho Spanish
province of Leredo. It is not depend
ent upon cither France or Spain and
has been self-governing since tho time
of Charlemagne. That great monarch
recognized tho Andorrans because
thoy helped him against tho Moors.
This littlo state has an area of about
six hundred square miles and an es
timated population of seven thousnnd.
Those who indulge In dreams os to
what tho future may bring forth be
lievo that it is tho fate of modorn
Europe to break up into small com
munitics which will bo self-governing i
locally whllo acknowledging a central
authority, which would dominato the
Western Word. The most perfect form
of Democracy known to nnciont or
modern times was tho New England
town meeting. Tho neighbors in the
several localities met and managod
their own affairs. This seems to be
impossible in densoly populated cities. [
Thcso pigmy governments, like An- j
dorra and Monaoo, which have come 1
down from the middle ages, are types
of tho decentralized governments of
the futare.—Demorest's Monthly.
. ^ »» - ’ 1
—It is stated by a Rhode Island pa
per that since ox-Governor Sprague’s
last marriage there has been a marked
improvement ip bis personal oonduct
and financial standing.
A Boy's Aoanunt of Ills Hv»*n Months'
Captivity Among tho Navagas.
Santiago McKin is probably the only
eleven-year-old lad in Amorica who
has been on a scalping tour with a
party of hostilo Indians. He has just
left this town for his homo, in the com
pany of his father, after a captivity of
■even months in the Apacho camp.
When Geronimo and his band surren
dered, the soldiers wore surprised to
lind a white boy with them who could
■peak no English, though boaring un
mistakable traces of Celtic parentage.
On securing an interpreter it was found
that the littlo follow could spoak Span
ish quite fluently, and by this moans
bis story was obtained.
Santiago’s father is an Irishman who
owns a ranch on tho Mimbros, time
miles from San Lorenzo, and his moth
cr is u Mexican woman. On tho 11th
of last September bo and an older
brother wero some distance from their
home, and in ignorance of the presonco
of Indians, when a rifle shot alarmed
them. Looking up they saw six In
dians approaching rapidly. Santiago’s
brother was killed at tho next lire, but
mi* uuj uaitij’un iiiiiiUKv uiiij us
taken prisoner. The bucks threatened
to cut him up, but on tho intercession
of ono of their number h© was turned
over to tho caro of tho squaws, who
followed in tho rear of the war party.
From that timo on the boy was in
no danger of death, but all winter ho
was compelled to keep up with the
hostile© in their rapid movements from
place to place, and was an oye-witnoss
to more than twenty murders. When
the suvagea took Santiago in eharge
they were on their way north. That
evening they met a Mexican on tho
highway whom they killed anti the
next day they surprised two wood
choppers, killing one. The other es
caped, and the Indians hunted for him
for hours without success. As tho sav
nges proceeded they would lire their
ritlus into tho houses that they came
across, anti frequently would set them
on lire, but in most cases tho inhabit
ants had lied. When white tnon were
seen and they were to be killed, tho
squaws would hide where they could
observe what was going on. aonio
of tlio victims wero butchered in
the most cowardly manner, uftei
tlio warriors Imd made protesta
tions of friendship, and in nearly all
cases their bodies worn mutilated.
Two days after his capture Santiago
says the Indians went into camp in u
valley a few milos north of Cactus Flat,
about twenty miles from the White
House, in the Mogolions, and there
they remained, except as they went oil
on brief marauding expeditions for
months. Soon after their arrival at
this place they wero joined by other
Ravages, and the squaws worked indus
triously to give the camp an air ol
comfort. Some of the bucks would
steal away every day, and on their re
turn they would bo loaded with the
plunder of ranches, travelers and pros
pectors. The boy’s assertion that dur
ing all this time the hostilcs were not
once alarmed by troops, and that ho
Imd not during his entire experience
with the bond seen any thing to Indi
cate the presence of the army, caused j
much elmgrin among tlio soldiers, as
they had repeatedly said that there
were no savages in the Mogolions. '
Coming in with scalps, ammunition,1
arms, blankets and clothing, and some
times witli money and liquor, the
braves would pass the evenings in dis
playing their trophies, boasting of
their achievements and gambling. One
night a war party came in wan a nn
of groceries and candy. Tho lnttcr
was given to tho squaws and they ate
so much of it that they were mado
sick. It was afterward learned that
this stock belonged to an old French
peddler who had been murdered.
Some tiuio after New Year’s tho In
dians moved south by forced marches,
nuh'iinting on horse meat. Wherever
they went they burned and killed. So
rapid wero their movements and so
many changes of base wero mado un
der cover of darkness, that tho boy
lost all track of his whereabouts, and
can now give only a vague description
of his wanderings. His recollection
of the murders that he witnessed is so
keen, however, that a pretty clear idea
of the raids of the savages can bo had
by ouo who is familiar with tho depre
dations committod. When found, tho
little follow was almost exhausted, and j
it is probable that a month more on
the warpath would have used him up.
His parents had mourned him as dead,
and when they were notified of his
safety, his father ordered him to be
sent by rail to this .place, where the
two met. Tho lad has been made
much of by every body hero.— Deming
(tf. M.) Cor. N. Y. Sun.
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—A greyhound in Buffalo rccontly
made the lowest official running record
in tho world. The hound was given
threo trials. In tho first he mado the
200 yards in 14} seconds; in the second
ho covored the distance in 12} seconds,
and in the third he made the remarks*
ble record of 12} seconds, the lowest
official record In tho world.—Buffalo
Express. ___
—Grandpa—“Tell mo, Ethel, why do
you get gloves with six buttons?”
Ethel—" Yes, grandpa dear. I will tell
you. The reasoo is, if I had seven
buttons, or five, they would not match
the ait button hole*'Wo*?* Ws*
On cushions of pink velvet, la athletic, to
Icy swing iig,
A fay, with oAy La-ly Moan to hear bor
plaintive singing.,
“Ah me! alackaduvl" sho sang. ‘Tve hunt
ed by the hour,"
And boro bor vrt slal loan fell down llko daw
upon the flower;
M rve been to marblo palacos, and hilt* with
w ndows creaking—
One hardly can suggest u place where I have
not *>ceQ seeking;
• Tve looked In davtlme all I dared, and soon
asc-Jino the twilight,
Pvecrept in manv a mortal'* house through
window or through skylight,
“And, while above my puzzled head iny fire
fly lantern keeping.
Pro tripped from lltUo l>ed to bed and scan
ned the children sleeping.
“But always proved the search In vain; I
really feel llko scolding
To tb nk of all the lovely thing* that wait
that child * beholding;
“I havo a Kormnatus purse, a winged hors*
and rockuts,
A wl*hlng-cap, some seven league boots, be
side* two magic pocket*;
“But O. It * not a bit or uie; I know I can
not find him—
Xke boy that never once forget* to ahut a
door behind him!"
—Clara L. Uurnhnm, In ITfd* Awake.
Th« Frrwnc* of Mind bjr Which Kill*
Mrfil tlir lUbjr.
Tho Hudson family wcro nearly
through breakfast when Katie, tho lit
tle nurse girl, brought baby Daisy,
fresh and rosy, and placed her in her
high chair by mamma’s side. She tied
tho bib securely, tilled tho silver mug
with milk, and brought from the
kitchen the dish of oat meal that baby
liked so well. Sho lingered a little to
hear what Mr. Hudson was saying
about Mr. Shandley, who lived next
door to her inotaer. She knew ho was
engineer on tho night express that
often awoke her with its shrill whis
tle, and when Mr. Hudson called him
a brave mau sho felt pride in her ac
quaintance with Teddy and Mary
“He saved scores of livos by his pres
ence of mind lust night,” she heard
Mr. Hudson say, as she lingered at tho
door a moment.
••I wonder what’s prisencoof mind,"
thought Katie; "it must bo something
grand to nave."
When breakfast was over she went to
the sitting-room to prepare Daisy for
her morning rido. Just as she entered
tho room, Georgio said: "Mamma, papa
said tho engineer showed great pres
ence of mind last night. What is pres
ence of mind?"
"I can toll yon," replied Hal; "it’s
thinking quick, and acting in a hurry.
To illustrate, I see your clothes on tire,
and I rush upon you so, and roll you in
a rug in this way," suiting tho action
to the word.
"Sto-o-p!" shouted Georgia, strag
gling to escape, "let mo alone."
"Not until every spark of firo is
out," replied Hal, as ho rolled him
over again. In the rough play that
followed, Georgio quito forgot tho sub
ject in which ho had for a moment
been interested, and Mrs. Hudson
found no opportunity to add to Hal’s
explanation. Katio heard Georgia's
question and Hal’s reply. Sho watched
the boys for a moment in their noisy
frolic, and then fastened Daisy’s plusn
cloak under the dimplod chin, tied on
the delicate lace oap, held up tho rosy
face for mamma’s good-bye kiss, and
carried her little charge to tho dainty
carriage at tho sido door, thinking all
the time of the engineer’s presence of
UilllUf ilim Ul D
"I know what It is, Daisy,” sho said,
•s she tucked in tho scariot afghan
that Grandma Hunt had made so beau
tiful with embroidery and fringe. “I
know what it is, pot; it’s just as Hal
says, if 1 should seo the houso on lire
and should snatch you out of your
little cradle all rolled up in a blanket,
and run right through the Aro anti
amoko to Grandma Hunt's house,
they’d say Kate Donahuo had pnsenco
of mind. * I’d do it, dartin’; don’t you
know I'd save my precious ’ittle petP
“Coo, coo,” answered Daisy, as well
as sho could, with two Angora in her
Katie had now reached the main
street and was trundling the car
riage sedately along, talking to baby
In the cheerful way that brought smiles
and dimples to the sweot faco.
“No. no, pet; you mustn’t put grand
ma's blanket in your little mouth, sho
said, stopping tho carriage to tuck It in
more socurely. A wild shout caused
her to look around, and for a moment
her heart seemed to stop its beating.
Only a few rods away, a cow, broken
loose from its ownor, with a stout rope
dragging at her aide, came plunging
with threatening horns directly towards
tho precious baby. Katie had lived on
a farm and, knowing something of tho
habits of animals, recognized at onoe
the point of attaek. Th* red carriage
robe had caught the attention of the
excited animal, and the baby was under
the robot As quick as thought Katie
seized it, and, waving it above her
head, ran to the other side of tl»e street
Only onco sho looked back sad saw
that the course of the animal had
changed; then she heard the clatter of
hoofs coming nearer, aod knew that
spreading horns of the enraged
creature wore close behind her. She
could go po farther, aod, throwing the
ynbeas Ut tomb* * ponib^M
fainting to the ground. The animal
caught it as it fell, trampled it with its
feel, tossed it high with its horns, tear
ing the pretty embroidery and «taining
the delicate colors, but Katie dhl not
ace it. Kind hands removed the fright
ened baby from tho carriago and car
ried her home, but Katie was deaf to
tho cry of her darling. The cow wai
secured while engaged with the robe,
but Katie saw not the frantic effort* to
escape, nor heard tho angrv mutter
lugs. When at last sho opened her
eyes in Mrs. Hudson's room, her first
question was for Daisy. "Safe and
aound," said Mrs. Hudson, bringing
the rosy face, still wot with tear*, close
to Katie’s own.
“Whore is tho blanket?” was the
next question.
“Never mind the carriage-robe, dear
child,” laid Mrs. Hudson; "how could
you think to do such a brave thing?”
tihe asked, as she pressed tho baby still
“Hal said: 'Think quick and act in a
hurry,”’ replied Katie, faintly, “but I
hadn't time to think.”
“Hadn’t timo to think!” repeated
Mrs. Hudson; “the wisest head in the
world could not have done better. I
saw it all, Katie; bow can I thank you
for saving my baby?” and with a tlood
of tears Mrs. Hudson kissed the pale
face of tho nurse girl.
“Hurrah for Katie,” shouted Hal,
who until now hod stood regarding her
with profound astonishment. “A hoy
couldn't have done better; but you are
indebted to me foran idea, aren't you?
Tho masculine mind is tho original
one, after all.”
“(Jeorgic, Katie has answored your
question,” said Mrs. Hudson, and
when she pictured the consequences
that would havo followed a different
course of action on Katie's part Georgia
had no difficulty in understanding the
desirableness of cultivating habits of
decision ami promptness that, brought
in exercise, people are wont to call
presence of mind.—Either Convent, i/i
Th« lllttar Knmlty That Kilat«d Bttwf.a
They were bitter enemies, although
they lived in the sumo house.
Polly had boon there a week, and be
gait to think she owned every thing.
She gave her orders in the most amus
ing way. In tho morning tho tirst
thing would be: “A cup of coffee,
Mary, quick!” Then: “Now I’ll walk
out. I want to walk out.” And if sho
was not attended to at once she would
exhibit a frightful temper, or utter tho
most pathetic reproaches.
Her self-pity was quite moving.
“Poor Polly, poor Polly's so hungry!
Polly’s sick. Nobody love* Polly.”
One day a hundsoine black cat was
given to mo. I named liiiu Jim Crow.
1 took him in to visit Polly, as I knew
they would mu a good deal of each
Jim Crow glared at Polly out of hi*
greeti eyes till they looked like halls of
tire. Then ho uttered a dreadful in—
c—e—o—*w, that was a challenge in
Polly ruffled up her feather*, towed
her head, and screamed out: “You
black nigger!” What Jim Crow would
have called her, if he could talk, I can
only Imagine. But ull hope of making
friends between them was at an end.
Jim would look at her for on hour at
a time, and pour forth a torreut of
abuse in cat language.
Polly’s favorite retort would always
come in time. How sho knew the cat
was black will ever be a puzzle. They
kept up their quarrel for some month*.
Ono day Jim came home in a sad
plight He bad been shot, and I feared
ho would die. I washed and bandaged
his wound, but he grew worse every
Polly had been looking on with
much interest. Suddenly she flew
down from her perch to his side.
“Poor Jim! poor Jim!" she said.
Then she began to cry us only a purrot
can. In the midst of her grief she
broke into i wicked laugh, und ended
with her usual taunt: “You black
Hut poor Jim Crow could not flask
his eyes at her again. He breathed his
last in a fsw moments, nud we carried
Polly to his funeral.—Mr*. A. D. Bill,
in Our Young Folks._
—The tunnel of Posilippo, In Italy,
is a fino specimen of nncient engineer
ing. Millions of human beings havo
each year, for nearly twenty centuries,
passed through it Roman chariots and
other ancient vehicles have left their
autographs scraped and scratched into
tho lining stone and modem wagons
and carriages still rub their hubs
against it, leaving their traces for gen
erations to oome.
—Cigar stores which have for years
becu open every day in Philadelphia
are now closed on Sunday. The deal
ers say that while they could well af
ford to pay the fine every week they
can not afford to have their names pub
lished by the Law and Order Society as
defying tho law.—Philadelphia Pm*.
• » ■
—An Irishman, sleeping with a
negro, had his face blackened by a
practical joker. Starting off in the
morning, be canght sight of himseli
in a mirror and exclaimed: “Begorra,
they've woke up the wrong man!”—;

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