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A WOMAN OF SPIRIT.
Hollyfield was at its prettiest when Jessie Bourne came to live there. The old house, with its square, old fash ioned porch, ivy-clad gable-ends, and newly-painted window-sills, glimmered through the emerald freshness of the trees. And the pretty young bride, standing on the rustic bridge that spanned the brook looked up and drew a long sigh of cont "iitment. “Oh, Charlie, how beautiful this is!’' she said softly. “How i. ippy we shall be! We can walk in the woods and gather wild flowers and ferns, and we can row on the river, and have read ings on the lawn, and sketch all these exquisite bits of scenery, and life will be like a beautiful dream.” Charlie Bourne whistled rather du biously. “Of course it will, my dear,” said he. “And I'm glad you like the old place. But 1 rather think there’ll be some thing to do besides read, and row, and sketch.” The next morning when Jessie came down to breakfast in a white dress, with cherry ribbon bars all over it, Charles looked at her in surprise. "My dear,” said lie, “if we expect to get on in this world you must keep earlier hours than this.” “Why. it's only 7 o'clock!” said Jes sie, artlessly glancing up at the clock. “Humph!” was the reply. “I dare say Dick's wife at the next farm has been up since daybreak." “Since daybreak!” echoed Jessie. “Why, what can she possibly find to busy herself with?” “You’d better ask her,” said her husband, a little dryly. “A farmer’s wife can’t sit down and fold her little gypsy hat with its drooping brim and its wreath of dasies.” “Charlie,” she said to her husband, wuu iir* uuc> uucuuuiio lkj ma farm hands, “I am going across the meadows to see Dick's wife.” Charlie looked at his young bride rather doubtfully. “Are you, pet?” said he. "Don't be long gone then, for there's plenty to do.'1 Jessie shrugged her shoulders, and tripped lightly over the dewy meadow to where the pretty home of her broth er-in-law. Richard, nestled in a grove of ancient elms. "If this is life in the country,” said the bride to herself, "I think I'll go back to teaching in London." "Dick's wife-’ was summoned from the dairy to receive her visitor. She had met Jessie before, and welcomed her with a smile and a cordial pressure of the hand. Then she dropped into a chair, with a hand pressed to her side, a pale, wearied, spiritless-looking creature. “Amy,” said Jessie, "tell me what you have done to-day, and what you do other days. Charlie is holding you up as a model to me, and I want to hear what it is that you actually have accomplished.” Mrs. Dick smiled. "Yes,” she said, “they tell me that I am a good worker. And I do get along well, though I say it. You see I rise at 4 every morning—one can ac complish so much before the sun real ly gets hot. This morning I churned 20 pounds of butter, strained and skimmed the milk, scalded the pans, fed the little pigs and the young tur keys, and ducks and chickens, and got breakfast for Richard and the men and the children.” "Stop a minute,” said Jessie, who had been listening with intent eyes, "So Dick has men to help him?” “Yes—he always keeps two in sum mer and one in winter,” exclaimed Amy. “Then I think you ought to have a woman to help you,” argued the bride, "It would cost too much,” said Amy, soleuinlv. “Well—let> me see, where was I? Ah! after breakfast I make the beds and sweep all the principal rooms, and get the children ready for school. Then on Mondays I wash, Tuesdays I iron, Wednesdays 1 bake and clean, Thursdays I do up fruit and pickles, Fridays I clean, and Satur days I bake again and get ready for Sunday—for Dick always invites friends to dine with him on Sundays, and it is the busiest day in the week. And besides, 1 have all my own clothes and the children’s to mend and make, stockings to knit, soft soap to make—” “Oh, stop, stop!” cried Jessie, lift ing her hands as if in terror. I don’t wonder, Amy.” “You don’t wonder at what?” said Mrs. Bourne, in some surprise. “That Dick’s first wife died at 26, and that you, at 66, are following as rapidly in her footsteps as can be,” cried Jessie, indignantly. And the spirited young wife, leav ing Mrs. Dick in amazement, hurried away. Charlie was standing at the old well in his working costume, as Jessie tripped up the path. He looked up with a smile. “Well, pet,” he said, “Where are you going?” “To pack up my boxes,” said Jessie, with mischief sparkling in her deep, soft eyes. “I’ve been investigating matters, and I don’t like the situation.” “What situation?” Tliatof maid-of-all-work, laundress, cook, housekeeper, and lady, all rolled into one, at the wages of my clothes and food.” “But, my dear,” said Charlie, with a puzzled face, “you are talking non sense. Nobody expects that of any woman.” “Don’t they, though?" said Jessie. “There's where you are mistaken. It, is precisely what Dick’s present wife has been doing for him all these years—what his first wife wore herself out doing, and what you are prepar ing yourself to demand of me; but 1 had a deal rather go back to teach ing.” “1 tell you what, Charlie,” she added, “if you will provide jne all the servants 1 need, and let me live in my home as its ruling spirit, not ns its drudge, I’ll remain here; and what is more, I’ll make more profit for you out, of the girl’s labor than ever Dick does with all his pinching and screw ing out of his poor wife. Otherwise 1 shall leave Hollyfleld farm to-day.” “I believe you are right after all, pet,” said Charlie with an admiring smile. “Stay with us, per,, and you shall see that we know how to apprec iate you as you deserve.” So Mrs. Charlie Bourne stayed, the head of an efficient establishment of stout servant girls, who officiated as hands of her own active brain, and no place in the neighborhood flourished more than Hollyfleld, though its mis tress had plenty of time on hand for her favorite occupations. “Its extravagance—ridiculous ex travagance!” exclaimed Dick, when he heard of his brother's new adminis tration of affairs. We’ll see how the accounts turn out at the end of the year,” said Charlie, quietly. At the year’s end Dick was unable to imagine how it was that his broth er’s account had swelled to nearly flrmhl** Vi is nwn “We have lived much more econom ically than you.” he said. “We have kept no lazy, wasteful, shirking girls.” “Ah!” said Jessie. “I have made a profit on them; besides, you didn't count the doctor's bill when poor Amy lay ill so long with rheumatic fever brought on by scrubbing her kitchen floor herself, or the expenses of the nurse who took care of her. To be sure, little Amy and Fan did the work of the house between them while their mother was ill. but neither of them will be strong for a year, so heavy was the strain. And next year you will probably have undertaker’s bills to pay in the bargain.” “No, I won't!” said Dick, resolutely. “I'll try Charlie's way, and see if it will brighten Amy and the children up a little.” “Call it Jessie’s way,” said Charlie, laughing, “for she is the originator of the whole thing.” "It's a sensible way. anyhow,” said Dick, .“whosoever it may be.’’ For bright little Jessie had con verted them both. Wiiy He Ordered the Chair.—A few evenings ago, a furniture delivery wagon was driven up in front of a prominent Newport man's residence, and the driver, taking a fine, large, softly cushioned easy chair from it to the front door, rang the bell. The mistress of the premises happening near opened the door. “Are you Mrs. Stayup?” asked the man. “I am,” she responded. ‘‘Well, here’s an easy chair for you.'’ “An easy chair? Why, I never or dered it from any one.” “No, but your husband did.” “He did? Why, I never told him to get one! There must be some mistake about it. What did he say?” “Well, I only heard him tell the boss that he often got home pretty late, and that you always sot up for him with r\! l f til nnr.i oron/1 t*aii liml r> a chair, and lie thought mebby if you had a right soft, easy one like this, you'd go to sleep in it, and he could slip up stairs and crawl in bed without wakin’ you.” “Ah, that’s his scheme, is it? Well, you just take that chair right back again, and when he comes home to night, if it’s to-morrow morning, I’ll be there as usual, on my same old chair, and I’ll teach him how to injure iny character before the public.” Then she slammed the door. The Rev. C. H. Spurgeon will be fifty years old on the 19th of next June. He commenced preaching when he was very young, settled at Waterbeach when only seventeen, and became the pastor of the Metropolitan Tabernacle, London, at the early age of nineteen. A few days since lie with a few friends of the college, met and laid the found ation stone of a building to be erected immediately at the back of the taber nacle. This is to be called the “Jubi lee House,” and to be used as a resi dence for the sexton of the tabernacle. It will contain a suite of offices for the deacons of the church, and for the ladies engaged in various benevolent activities. -- There are only two American books which have a market value approxi mating $1,000; they are the “Bay Psalm Book,” which lias been sold as high as $1,200, and Eliot’s Indian Bible—“Up Biblum God,” in the aboriginal tongue, a copy of which was recently bought at the sale of the library of the late Judge Henry O. Murphy, in New York, for the sum of $950. THE MUSS HE MADE. “Jepth,” said Mrs. Jones, as her hus band arose from the dinner table, “I wish you would get me some skeins of embroidery silk at, some of the dry poods stores, and save me from going down town to-day.” “All right, 1 said Jones, “vvlmt color do you want?” “Oh. a mixed gray black; something like your hair, said Mrs. Jones, pleas antly. The first store .■ >nes went into, the girls stood in aline behind the counter and looked him ov >r as he came near. He felt cold chili* running up and down his vertebra, his knees shook and a clammy perspiration started out on his noble brow as he asked for em broidery silk. “What color?" asked one of tile sales ladies, as she smiled sweetly at Jones’ mustache. “Just the color of your hair,” he said in a soft, beseeching tone, that sounded like a cat lapping cream. And then he saw a change come over the face of the girl even as a thunder storm across the blue of a summer sky, and she turned her back to him, pulled down a box, slammed it on the counter, jerked off the cover and revealed a muss of scarlet silks. Jones started. Good heavens! The girl had fiery red hair. But he made his peace with her, and said it was his own hair he meant, and he took off his hat humbly, and she got the mixed skeins and gave them to him with the change. “It would have saved you some trou ble if you had told me in the first place that you wanted silks the color of a singed owl,” she said sweetly. SPREADING DIPHTHERIA. It may be remembered that a good deal of prominence was given last fall in the papers to the occurrence of diph theria in a family in Amsterdam, N. Y. Two children died at intervals of several months, and a third was taken sick. The Board of Health ap pointed a committee to investigate, which examined the house and its sur roundings, and obtained a statement from the attending physician. They have recently made their report, find ing that there were no bad conditions existing in or about the house suffi cient to explain the appearance of the disease, and ,they concluded that it came from a cat which was fondled by the child which first fell ill. This cat was found at the time to have a swol len throat and was suffering from a dis charge from mouth and nostrils. It died a few days afterward. Three days after the death of the cat the child fell sick with malignant diph theria and died in about a week. During its illness it played with a doll, | which was afterward given to a young- | er child, as it was supposed to have been properly fumigated with sulphur fumes. This child, shortly after being allowed to play with the doll, also fell ill of diphtheria, and died. The third child also played with the doll and fell ill, but recovered. The Board of Health, therefore, traces the reappear ance of the disease in the family, after the death of the first child, to the doll. —Sanitary Engineer. --- A century ago an infidel Herman countess dying, ordered that her grave be covered with a solid granite slab: that around it should be placed solid blocks of stone, and the whole be fas tened together by strong iron clamps, and that on the stone be cut these words: “This burial place, purchased to all eternity, must never be opened.” Thus she defied the Almighty. But a little seed sprouted under the cover ing, and the tiny shoot found its way through between two of the slabs, and grew there slowly and surely until it burst the damps asunder, and lifting the immense blocks, the structure ere long became a confused mass of rock, among which in verdure and beauty grew the great oak which had caused the destruction. Thus truth dislodges error; thus her brandies spread in splendor above the ruins of the false, and thus “he that exalteth himself j shall be abased.'1 Seed corn may be made safe from j wire worms and other vermin by soak ing it before planting in a mixture con sisting of one pound of blue vitriol or sulphate of copper in agallon of water. The solution should be lukewarm and the seed may soak a day or a day and j a half. The poison will not only kill the worms but it will also destroy any injurious fungus f rms that may be on the grains. Care should be taken not to get any of the solution on the hands, j as it will make sores. -♦ -♦■ ♦ -. When one has had a fever, and the hair is falling off, take a teacup of sage, steep it in a quart of soft water, strain it off into a tight bottle. Sponge the head with the tea frequently, wet ting the roots of the hair. Four tilings are grievously empty:— A head without brains, a wit without judgment, a heart without honesty, and a purse without money. There is not in the world so toilsome a trade as the pursuit of fame; life concludes before you have so much as sketched your work. L. J. BARKER’S ORIGINAL Cheap Store FOB DRY GOODS, AND GROCERIES. Stock always Fresh And we assure our Customers that OUR PRICES AHE AS LOW AS THE LOWEST FOR THE SAME QUALITY OF GOODS Call and be convinced that we ask you to pay the debts of no one else We guarantee to sell as many goods for 10 cts., 25 cts. or SI.00 as any other house in the city. L. J. BARKER, S. E. Cor. Washington and Laurel Sts., BRIDGETON. r ioo f Illustrates, I nd most complete 8 ver published on n lauagementof all W ge dirds and Par- u descriptions of n id how to cure M the best styles of n e are illustrated [) •es given. There H tractions for the R toftheaquarium. n <»f small pet ani- w pigeons and dogs, h y are worth. A Mailed for 3c. 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Capital not required, ltoader, if you want business at which persons of cither sex, young or old, can make great pay u.11 the; time they work, with ab solute certainty, write for particulars to H. Hai.lett & Co., Portland, Me. dec 27-tt' SILKS! SILKS! SILKS! HALL’S are now opening some \ Bargains in Black Silks. Among them are three lots at $i, $1.25, $1.50. These are the best value we ever offered for the money; exceptionally good color and WARRANTED NOT TO CUT IN WEARING. j A SPECIAL BARGAIN in all colors at 75 cents; cheap at 85 cents. One lot soft heavy colored Silks at $i.oo; sold last year at $1.25. One lot 21 inches wide, very heavy, $1.25; worth $1.50. SUMMER SILKS! SUMMER SILKS! In a great many different styles, 37 i-2c., 45c., 50c., 56c., 60c., 65c., 70c., 75c. up. Novelties in Dress Goods, At the right prices. HALL’S, 26 South Second St., Philadelphia. CARPETS! FURNITURE! 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Now open for inspection a full lino of every description of Carpetintrs,from nil COTTON to KINK WILTON, uiiido expressly for our Itetail Trade. 1‘HIV ATE I'ATTEHNS, and of extra weight, at very reasonable pricos. .SIMZPrZE^lSrA. CARPETS, IECTTGtS, IMZATTS, Exclusively ouu own make. The largest and most varied assortment to bo found in the United States. All goods warranted and our invitation extended for you to call and examine our stock, whether you purchase or not. ap 10-3 ms 3f JOHN BROMLEY & SONS, 915 Market Street, Philadelphia.