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I dreamt that over the winter world The winter winds were sighing And Into the orioles' empty nest The flakes of snow were flying. The vines along the garden wall With crystal ice were gleaming. And In the garden, dull and hare. The summer flowers were dreaming. The snow lay deep over withered grass, The skies were cold and gray. And slowly the dreary night came on To end the weary day. I woke. High up in the orchard boughs A hundred birds were singing, And in the birch-trees' pleasant shade The orioles' nests were swinging. , ] Along the river, tall and green I saw the rushes growing. And daisy petals white as snow ] Among the grasses showing. The flowers held the sunshine bright. ] The breezes were at play, And swiftly the dreamy night came on ] To end th happy day. f —Angelina W. Wray, In Harper's Bazar. ] JURE AM) "MATRIMONY. f BY JAMES NOEL JOHNSON. tT was "gr indi n' day" at Thompson's mill in .Tim Creek, Lewis County, East Kentucky. The mill i was a rival of Black ( miles above, as a gossip exchange for a large territory. ! jg From this distrib- j jrv l '' utive point flowed £ out toward every j household the news of deaths, births, ' scandals, fights, courtships, marriages and other matters of moment. To-day a large crowd had gathered, for a rumor was abroad that Big Tom Latimer and I Polly Ann Rallin were soon to get j married in the face of her father's op- I position. The Rallin family was the leadin' one of the county, old Tom J Rallin having a large farm several horses and "cow brutes" and, by all j odds, the finest breed of cow dogs that , ever yelped at a tree in Lewis county. | Big Tim and Old Tom were at the . mill, and as the latter was a man of hot temper, a fight between the men ' was hopefully anticipated. Big Tim was a handsome, good-natured fellow, who would fight only when necessity , commended. Ho was standing fitting a stem into a new cob pipe when old Tom approached and said : "I hearn you an' my gal waz fix in' ter marry?" "We ain't fixiu', ole man," placidly returned Big Tim. "Ye ain't?" hopefully questioned old Tom. "No; we are already fixed—er haw, haw, haw!" The old man's fingers bunched them selves into hard fists, and his eyes glittered like new dirk knives a-whirl-1 ing in the sunshine. "Fixed!" hissed old Tom, "fixed! You lazy, good-fer-nuthin' rascal, I'd like ter know what you got ter marry , on?" "I've got my dad's puncheon floor , to marry on, ef we can't get ter staud up on yourn!" returned Tim with a loud exasperating laugh. "Yon think ye'r terrible smart, don't ye?" said old Tom, curling his upper lip into a vicious snarl. "Yas, I am smart whnr the hide's off. az my ole grandad uster say—er haw, haw, haw, haw! I'v course I'm er smart mAii. and am well awar* uv it, er I wouldn't have the brass ter try ter marry in the big Rallin family ! A fool eouldn t, git a gal like yourn ter agree ter walk the puncheon er matcr mony with him. He must be smart enough ter keep up the family credit,. Polly Ann ain't 110 ham cater, az my ole grandad uster say Hhe's some punkins herself, an she knows er smart person like me, as soon as her eyes rnna over his face. 1 cum from a smart set of people. One nv 'em —an uncle —served az rood overseer in Magoffin ! County fer ten years, an' wuz jist. on the pint o* beiu' i 'lected constable, when a gun went ' off in a patch o' bresh close to the road, whnr he wuz pasain' along, an' killed him. My great grandad wuz also er smart man. He talked six different wimmen inter the notion o being his wife. He waz awful smart! At the •gw of ninety-six, he waz still smurt. HA waai peart enough ter set out on the fence, on nice warm days, an' watcli 1 his old woman chop off a hickory bush- , log. Oh. I tell ye, old man, I'm not j ter be gnrfned at, by them what has no teeth as my grandad vised to say. I'm i er smart, feller, an f.har'il be no retri gradin' in t.he stock as long az any o* the Latimer blood iz in er family—er haw, haw. haw, ha v The monumental impudence of Lati mer was actually fascinating to old Tom. While the big, good humored 1 fellow went rollicking on in the above style, it was impossible for old Tom to keep his sober countenance. He tried his ntmost to keep looking fierce, but ever and Anon he would gTin in spite of himself. At the conclusion of Tim's pedigree he said : "Tim, I ain't got no time ter hear more o' yer foolishness, I—" "What, ye in a hurry about? ye got lots o' time. The ole miller sed awhile ago that, we couldn't git our grindin' till erbont dark, and (glancing up at . the sun) hit ain't, more nor two o'clock 1 now. That bein' the ease, we'd jist. az well put in the time a-gasm' az not. The fack ix, ole man, you're a mighty I interesting ole feller to talk to. You i may not believe mc, but I consider you ter be the only man in this kentrv. ontside o' myself, what knows how ter < talk real smart talk the only man traveled and collected food ter feed the hog uv a man's intellectual nater an' make it sqneel for more! f like a man that T km go to when the stomach uv mer mind is empty an' all drawn up, an' git the ham an' eggs o knowledge that'll stuff nje out an' send me off pickin' the teeth o' my judg ment with the pine splinter uv good sense ! You're jist that sort uv sr ole man, an' its fer that reason az much az anything else that has caused me ter conclude ter lay my matrimonial claim in your family, and—" "Say, Tim—" "I'm er sayin' jest as fast az I can, ole man. Jist you stan' back a few i minutes, an' gimme full swing. Az I wuz jist a goiu' ter say, I feel that fer me ter marry iu your family will be s mighty good jump for both sides—it 'll keep the best looks an' finest intellects j in the county all bounded tergether. 1 know yuu think you can't hear to lose yer gal, but lemmc say, right hur, you shaut lose her. She can stay right with you—" "Oh, hush. Tim!" said the old man, grinning and turning away. "I see I ean't get no sense outer you. But I want to tell ye now before you string out agin, that you can't have my gal. I'll die first. You know when I say anything I mean it. You are a good-natered sort uv a cuss—in I fact too good-natered—but you are not fit ter be a husband, and ye can't I never hev a gal o' mine." "Say, ole man, I want you ter jist up an' tell me what you object ter me so strong fer?" "Wal, in tho fust place, you hain't got no hoss." "Is that all ?" "Neap; 3*oll hain't got no cow?" "Anyth'ug else?" "Yes; ye ain't got 110 good coon dog." "What else?" "You won't never have none. I won't have a son-in-law that has no hoss." "Wal, lookee hur, ole man, you've got all o' them things—more than , you'll ever need. Jist suppose you 1 give me enough to qualerfy me ter be | come yer son-in-law? You've got more j stock than you need?" | "I'd see you dead fust!" spoke the old man fiercely, as he turned away. I j "I'm goin' ter have Polly Ann au' one of your best horses afore two j weeks; I feel it in my bones!"shouted I j the big, jolly fellow, as the old man j started off. "You won't," shrieked the old man, grinding his teeth, and viciously shak ing his fist. j "You'll see, ole man. Hit won't do ! fer such fine stock as the Kail ins -and Latimcrs not ter mix up in matermony —er haw. haw, haw, haw !" Late in the afternoon, about dark, old Tom h "turn o' corn" was ground and 110 was just shouldering it up, ready to carry it out to his horse when Tim came up and, smiling, said: "Old man, let me carry out your turn, an' put it uu your hoss. It's too heavy for you. 1 dou't want ter see ye kill yerself up, even if I am goin' ter marry yer gal an' inherit yer prop i erty!" | "You go to the d !" viciously spoke the old fellow between his teeth, as he slowly strained the bag to his shoulder. j "Wait jist a miuite, ole man," 'spoke Tim, laughing, "my turn will !be ready in a miuite. I am going your road, and I'm shore you'll want ; good company ! Besides it's an awful lonesome road." But the old man I was riding away and he didn't hear Tim's last words. , ( "Confound that ar Tim!" the old fellow spoke to himself in amused vex ation. "He beats any feller I ever seed. He d tickle a dog to hear him talk. If he only had a hoss I might give in arter a while, but never,never, ever shall a gal o' mine throw herself away by marrying a feller what ain't got no hoss." Darkness was now filling the road and shutting out the view of all | things. Suddenly an owl brawled out almost immediately in front at an an gle of the road. Simultaneously, the 1 horse, being a spirited animal, leaped far to one side, and then, oh horrors, 1 the old fellow felt the horse sinking ! rapidly into the ground. "My!" he shouted, while heat-; j tempted to free himself from the ani mal, he's jumped into that big mierv ! hole. With these words he made a | desperate scramble to get away from the horse, but the frightened animal, ' sunk now to his body in the slough, ! gave a floundering surge, fell to its j Hide, catching the old fellow's leg, and i rolling the bag of meal off on top of j 1 him. Both horse and man were now securely fast, unable to move. The old fellow was almost delirious ' 1 with fright. There he was, helplessly j j fust in the slough. And to add further • to his terrors, it was turning colder every minute. course, in such a place, it was only a question of a few : hours when he must perish. And such a death ! A man, in good health, to begin to die gradually without being able to summon a single human being. His hands and feet must first get numb. Gradually, slowly his blood : must go from the surface, until, finally, j it turns to ice in his heart ! He began to pray, and tho lips that never before had trembled in divine appeal now became fountains of beg- I ging exhortation. Soon he heard the Bounds of a, horse's hoofs. Then, like a lightning flash, broke ! | on his soul the recollection that Tim 1 Latimer was to follow him on the some I road. He stopped praying and began to shout. "What's the matter?" asked Tim, ' riding near. "Are ye repentin', 010 1 man? Is that what yer prayin' about I try in' ter git fergiveness for the way ye been talkin' ter me? Bully for you, I 010 man ! f knowed you waz goin' ter flop up all right. I Git on yer horse, i le man, f fergive ye. It's too cold to •>e repentin' down t.har ! Git up an' do v r prayin' an' shontin' while we ride alotig!" tb, God bless ye. Tim !" cried the , old fellow, in tones between a groan ' unrl A shout. "I'm hur in tho 010 miery hole!" 'The nation you arc !" shouted Tim. "Why, what got ye in tho notion ter git down in such er place az that tor pray? Wanted tcr be az humble az poss'ble, I reckon? Wal, the Lord likes er humble sinner. Rut git up, now, ole man, hits er gittiu' too cold to stay there." "Oh, Tim, can't ye understand? My horse is plum ter his breast in the mud. ; I'm lay in* on her back, an' the sack I flopped across me !" "Er haw, haw, haw, haw, haw, er wnh haw-ah-wah!" roared Tim, "of that don't beat anything az my 010 grandad uster say! Why, ole man, don't you know that's no plAce ter be a layin' sich er night as this? I'm sur prised at a man o' your sense gittiu' down thar. You didn't appear so awful drunk when ye left the mill! Hit must er flew ter yer hed awful quick." "Oh, Tim," desperately spoke the old fellow, "hush yer foolishness now, an* git me outer here. I'll die here before much longer." "Of course ye will, ole man, an' that'll just be ter my hand! I won't have no trouble then erbont gittin'yer gal. Whoop ! I knowed thar wuz some good luck wait in' ter rejuvernate my lovin' soul! Wal, hit's er gittiu' too cold fer me ter stay hur enuy longer. Good by, ole man!" "Oh. Tim, Tim, Tim!" shouted the old fellow, breaking into a cry, I "please, for God's sake, Tim, don't go off an' leave me to die ! I'll pay you ennything you ax ef you'll git me out." "Will ye give me Polly Ann?" "Yes, yes," eagerly spoke the old fellow. "An' a boss ?" "Sartinly—hurry up, Tim!" "Au' er cow?" "Course, course!—hurry, Tim!" "An' er good brood sow an' pigs?" "Oh, Lordy mighty, yas! Hurry an' come, Tim!" "An' er good coon dog?" "Yas, yas, yas! the best one I've got! Hurry!" "Whoop, whoopee!" screamed Tim, as he leaped from his horse. He ran to a fence near by and got two rails. He soon had the old man pried out of the mud, and then tho two released the horse. Tim rode home with the old fellow. On the way he stopped at Parson Ado's and forced tho . latter to accompany him. An hour later ho was the old man's son-in-law. —Yankee Blade. Can Odors Cause Deafness I Everyone does not know that aro matic salts and very strong, pungent • odors are injurious to the nerves of i smell, and often produce serious, if not incurable difficulties. It is well understood that certain scents start the action of the secretory glands of the nose and throat, and often the eyes fill up T/ith tears. Fre j quent indulgence in the use of such j perfumes will soon overtax the secre tory organs and weaken them. Some ! day the person observes that the hear- I ing is less acute than usual, and the sense of smell seems defective. This is, of course accredited to a I cold, and but little is thought of it. ! After a time, the entire head becomes ! affected, hearing and smell are almost, | if not altogether lacking, and there are throat and lung complications which are likely to end in chronic, if not fatal illness. It has taken the medical world a great many years to discover that loss of hearing is almost invariably caused by some disease of the throat or nose, or both. It is said that the use of smelling salts is one of the most prolific causes of deafness, operating by weakening the olfactory nerves, and through them the auditory system. All strong or pungent odors should bo avoided as far as possible, especially those which act upon the secretory processes, and ,as the popular expression goes, "make | the nose run."—Yankee Blade. The Kent is a Rose. An interesting ceremony took place at the Lutheran Church at Manheiqj, Peun., the other Sunday. It was tho payment of the annual rental for the ground on which the church stands, and is locally known as the "feast of roses." In 1772 Baron William Henry Stiegel, the founder of Manlieim, donated the ground to the Lutheran congregation, upon which Zion Church now stands. The Baron exacted for his land "five shillings in cash and the annual rental of one red rose in June, when the same shall be lawfully de manded." That clause is in the deed of transfer, and for 120 years the red rose has been paid by tho oongrega i tiou to some descendant of the Baron. At the services Mrs. Elizabeth Boyer, , of Harrisburg, a great-granddaughter of Baron Hteigel, was the representa l tive of the landlord. On the altar, in a vase, was a huge red rose. An official of the church council made an address and formally tendered the rose to Mrs. Boyer, who then signed a receipt for a year's rent of the property.—New Orleans Picayune. Two Matched Brilliants Worth $.">00,000. At the Imperial Institute, London, the Prince of Wales lately inspected the splendid Mylchreest diamonds, a pair of magnificent brilliants which were found in Du Toit's pan mine, Kimberly, Bouth Africa, in 1885, by J. Mylchreest. Originally the weight of the stone was 199$ karats, but it was cleft in two and cut regardless of weight, so as to secure the perfection of hrilliHiicy. This work, together with cutting and polishing, was done in London, and the brilliants are said to be the finest pair in existence; for it is the opinion of experts that there is no other pair of brilliants of the same size cut from the same stone. I hey arc h complete match and their value is placed at $500,000. —Jewelers' Review. I THE MERRY SIDE OF LIFE jTORTES THAT ARE TO£D DY THE FUNNY MEN OF THE PRESS. The Chronic Kicker—His Kxpenses— Drawing IVIm On—Headers In cluded—Always tho Case, Kte. iomo folks is alius klekln' And raisin' of A storm In summer time they mope and whine, and say : "It's Too 1J Blamed 1 \ Warm*® And then when winter comes a*ong, ! They snarl and snap and scold. And won't go out—but sit about—because "It's Too Blamed Cold!" —Cincinnati Times. ALWAYS THE CASE. "At last I have discovered a recipe for happiness." "Lucky man. Tell me what it is." "No use. It won't work."—Chicago Record. HIS EXPENSES. "Hello, where have you been?" "Oh, I've been on an outing." "H-m-m. How much are you out?" —•Chicago Inter-Ocean. HEADERS INCLUDED. TJpstreet--"Hullo! I didn't know fou were a bicyclist. How long have you been riding?" B. Ginner—"'Bout two weekß, off and on."—Buffalo Courier. BECOMING SERIOUS. Manager (Dimo Museum) —"What's the row in hero?" Attendant—"One of the heads of the Two-Headed Girl wants a hoop ihirt and tho other doesn't."—Good News. DRAWING HIM OI Mrs. Pruyn—"Aren't you too cold to Mr. Scadds?" Miss Pruyn—"Oh, no, mamma; he tliifiks I'll refuso him, and by and by he'll propose just to prove his sincer ity."—-Truth. NOT FOND OF WORK. "Cholly Binx seems to have a good deal of trouble in killing time," said one young woman. / "Yes," replied another, "andTdon't wonder at it. Cholly hasn't energy pnougli to kill a mosquito, let alone time."— Washington Star. NEARLY TAID FOR THE SEEDS. Thistles—"Johnson is getting to be quite a farmer since he moved over to Jersey." Figs—"So?" Thistles--"Yep; ho made a garden and sold the truck for enough to pay for the seeds, ull but fifteen dollars." —Life. TRANSFERRED. Teacher—"Willie, does your mother know that the buttons are off your coat?" Willie—"Yes'm, and sho knows where they are too." Teacher—"Where are they?" Willie —"They are on father's trousers."—Judge. SHE WAS TIRED. ne—"How many bridesmaids are you going to have, dearest?" She—"None." He—"Why, I thought you had set your heart on it." She—"l had ; but from present in dications the girls I want will all be married first."—Life. AN EMINENT ORIENTALIST. I Jenkins—"That is Professor Schnaf | felhansen, the eminent Oriental , scholar." Tutwiler—"Ah! and what has he done?" Jenkins—"He has invented an en tirely new and original way of spelling 'Mahomet.' " —Puck. A CHRONIC CONDITION. Flushing —"What are you looking so glum about?" De Fissett—"l'm broke." Flushing—"Oh, well, never mind; such a contingency is likely to occur at any time." De Fissett— "It doesn't occur with mc; it exists."—lndianapolis News. AMATEUR GARDENING. Young Housewife—"James, I want you to make a little garden for me out in the back yard." Youug Husban l—"Going iuto ama teur gardening?" Young Housewife—"Yes; I got some bird seed this afternoon and I'm going to try to raise some canaries." —Judge. HE IS OLDER, TOO. Bertha—"What do you find lovable about that little girl?" Lillian—"Nothing; absolutely noth ing." Bertha —"Then why did you kiss her so affectionately?" Lillian—"Ah 1 You ought to see her handsome brother I"—Chicago Record. THF. PARSON'S REBUKE. "Mr. Bftnklos," said a clergymau who has a certain vein of humor in him, "I presume on a long friendship to mention it; but do you know that you sometimes snore too much?" "Yon don't say so! Why, really, I must do something te prevent it. It must, bo very annoying." "Yes. It probably disturbs some of the other sleepers."—Washington Star. TTIF. LESSON OF THE STARS. One night wo were sitting out of doors in the moonlight, unusually silent—Almost sad. Suddenly some one —a poetic-looking man, with a gentle, lovely face—said, in a low tone : "Did you ever think of the beauti ful lesson the stars teach us?" We gave a vague, appreciative mur mur, but some soulless clod said; "No; what is it?" "How to wink," he answered, in a sad, sweet voice. ACCOMMODATING. Doctor McSikker (to imaginary in valid) — "An* so ye ha' no pains?" Imaginary Invalid—"No, no pains." Doctor McSikker—"An' ye eat wi' he'rtinees?" Imaginary Invalid—"Yes." Doctor McSikker—"An' ye sleep soondly?" Imaginary Invalid—"Certainly." Doctor McSikker—"Aweel, I'll jisfc gie a bit prescreeption that'll poot an cffeckshul end to a' that I" IIE'D BEEN BACKED. Horseman--"That is a remarkably fine animal you are driving, madame." Lady -"Ob, I wouldn't part with thifi horse for the world. He's just as gentle as can be, and real fast, too." Horseman—"Ao I should judge. Has he ever been backed against any noted trotters?" Lady--"Well, I don't know, but it seems to me we back against pretty much everything in the street every time I attempt to turn 'round."—New York Weekly. TRIALS OF AN ESSAYIST. "Oh, dear!" she sighed, as she laid her mother-of-pearl pen-holder on her mosaic-topped desk; "I don't suppose I shall ever get this graduation essay done." "What is the matter?" asked her mother. "That 'Handy Dictionary of Syn onyms' is too mean for anything; and I can't find tho Thesaurus." "What are you looking for?" "A word of live syllables that means 'wise.'"—Puck. ONLY ONE CLIMATIC DRAWBACK. Eastern Newcomer—"lt looks as if it ought to be healthy around here." Jumpclaim Jim—" 'Tis healthy pnrd ner. There's only one disease that ever proves fatal in these diggin's." Eastern Newcomer—"What disease is that?" Jumpclaim Jim (carelessly resting his hand on a belt full of six shooters) "Lead poisonin*. Ef yer system is lucky ernulT tor escape that yer kin live hero a hundred years without dyin'."—Buffalo Courier. Somebody's Father. I think that one of the saddest inci dents of the war which I witnessed was after the battle of Gettysburg, says a contributor to Blue and Gray. Off on tho outskirts, seated on tho ground with his back to a tree, was a soldier, dead. His eyes were riveted on some object held tightly clasped in his hands. As wo drew nearer we saw it was an ambrotype of two small children, Man though I was hardened through those long years to carnage and bloodshed, tho sight of that man who looked 011 his children for tho hist time in this world, who, away off in a secluded spot had rested himself against a tree, that he might feast his eyes 011 his little loves, brought tears to my eyes which I could not restrain had I wanted. There were six of us in tho crowd, and wo oil found great lumps gathering in our throats, and mists before our eyes which almost blinded us. We stood looking at him for some time. I was thinking of the wife and baby I had left at home, and wondering how soon, in tho mercy of God, she would be left a widow, and my baby boy fatherless. We looked at each other and instinctively seemed to understand our thoughts. Not a word was spoken, but we dug a grave and laid tho poor fellow to rest with his children's picture clasped over his heart. Over his grave, on the tree against which ho was sitting 1 in scribed tho words: "Somebody's Father, July 3, 1863." A House Built in an Hour. Not a tartar tent or a turf shanty, but a veritable wooden house, fifty feet by twenty feet, of solid workman ship, and of elegant and convenient structure, can now be built in an hour. It is a house capable of resisting the strongest kind of wind. It is a new form of field hospital, invented by nil Austrian army surgeon, Doctor Hof graeff, and was put to tho test of ex perience by the Austrian military au thorities at tho Bruck Camp. Tho result justifies the inventor's claim that the fabric can be setup by a party of eight men and made fit for the re ception of patients in an hour. No tools are required to put tue building together, all tho sleepers, panels, bolts, [ rods and waterproof packing for the wooden frame work being ready to hand, every hole for its plug, and every groove for its fitting. It can be pulled down and packed for carriage in an incredibly short time.—New York Dispatch. Could Find Nothing # Him. Andy Muldoou, an oil well shooter, started from Bradford, Peuu , a few days ago for a village called Guft'ey to shoot a well. He had 20) quarts of nitro-glyoerine in a two-horse wagon. He was seen coming down a steep hill near Guffey, and suddenly there was a blinding flash, a deafening report, and | man, horses and wagon disappeared. The shock was felt at a distance of fifteen miles, and no tra je of Mnldoon or his outfit could be found. New | Orleans Picayune. I It is learned from London that sedan I chairs nro about to be reintroduced in England. FOR LITTLE FOLKS, A COLUMN OF PARTICULAR IN< TEREST TO THEM. Something that Will Interest the Juvenll< Members of Every Household—Quaint Ac tions and Rrlght Sayings of Many Cutf and Cunning Children. The Lion's Escape from the Circus. Here's the circus coming to town! Every child Is alert and awake. Out on the steps or garden gates each a good position take. To watch the pageant moving by, With music loud and tawdry showj And hear the children's unfeigned glee In many a shout and loud "holla." "Hear the band! It's playing nowl T e elephant is marching slow I The baby elephant come 3. too! Oh, mother, mother, may I go!" A cry rings sharp upon the air. Filling each mother's heart with dread! The largest lion has broken his cage— Catch him quickly, alive or dead! One young mother, missing her boy, Tumbles and shrieks In wild alarm. When quickly to her side he runs, And pats her cheek with tiny palm. "Now, don't be frightened, mninma, deal That naughty lion sha'n't hurt you; For If he d ires to come near us, I'll tell you Just what I will da "You know that sword In rapa's room, That once belonged to Uncle Dick? I*ll go for that, and if ho comes, I'll cut his bond off pretty quick!" —Our Little Ones. An Amatenr. When Polly takes your photograph, Woo unto you If you should laugh; If you should sneeze or even blink, Or let her catch you in a wink. The breeze, pro tem, must coaso to blow The sun must shin- exactly so; All nature work In her behalf When I'o'ly takes your photograph. —Truth. Hoop and Hell. There Is a very pretty little Bam, In which both lioops ai d l.a'ls an used, but the balls are not thrown t< be caught and the hoops are nol rolled. You get six wooden hoops, 1 all of different, sizes, such as will measure from 12 to HO inches across, fasten on each a little screw-hook t bang It up by. Next prepare a placf to suspend the hoops, 'that' may b a stout wire tlxed acro the play room about seven feet from the floor, or you can put your wire across the attic between rafters, at the same height, or you can put the wire in the barn. If you wish to play outdoors have the wlro stretched between trees. Now, Just where the hook is, fasten to each hoop a cord r< aching to the center of the hjop, with a bell attached to the end. To play, yon throw a rubber or worsted ba'l at ' each hoop in turn. If it goca through the hoop without ringing the bell 1| counts byflvos, according to the stzeot the hoop, the largest five, the small, . est thirty. But If the ball goei through and rings the bells you add ten to the count. If it rings the be I and falls back without going through the hoop, count only ten. The garni is 500. Each player throws at all the hoops every time It U his turn. This Is a good play any time and anywhere, and It Is tho very best rainy-day game that I know of, In a barn, or an attic, or tho play-room. " We Fonr." Out In the stroet Jack found, one day, Ap old umbrella, tfrygwn u w 1 _ '-Hotter tlian*hoth!ng," he merrily .aid. As a cloud sont Its raindrops down on hi, head. Along came Boh "Any lodgfnrs to let?" . "Yes," laughed Jack. "Come In out of th. wet" Then Will came up with a "Halloo, boys! What's tho occasion fir all this noiseP' "Come slung In." ssld Jack, "an' seel" So th. old umbrella gave shelter to three. And lust of all. as they laughed together, A doggy, who hated such rainy weathor, Came slinking by. lt.h his tatl drawn In. And a very uncomfortable soaking skin. "Come In wltb tha rest of us, do," cried Wilt And doggie wagged a grateful "I will." "Ttaero now," luujhed Jack, "wo're fixed, we four. An' there Isn't any lodgings to let for mora" The Y.tttle Donkey. lama donkey and I belong to a very happy family of toys. Our lit tle mistress always puts us close to gether when she makes us walk round the dining-room table every Sunday. There would be nothing to complain of If only our lltt'e mistress had no brothers, but, alasl she lias two, and oh, su h scamps. When wo hear them come into the schoolroom In the evening after school our pslnt turns faint from fear, for we know what is In store for us. Tho boys aro not quite so oad now as they were. They used to turn Noah's ark upside down on the floor, put the ani mals up In rows upon the table, an I then shoot at us with a horrible toy cannon loaded with peas. It was anything but pleasant, lean tell you. Generally half of us were knocked off the table onto the floor. One night I saw my poor friend the bear stamped on. Freddie picked him up and sa'd; "I've done for this old chap; let's pat htm In the Are. If Nellie comes up and sees him broken she will only, howl and make a fuss." So into tho fire my poor friend went, and you can Im agine my feelings better Ifian I can • describe them. I'retty soon our little mistress came into the room. Hei dl tress at the loss of tho bear was very great. Her father came In and w inted to know what she was crying about, and he was very angry when he heard what had happened, and scolded his hoys for teasing Nellie. I think for the moment they were so:ry. They did nut mean to tor ment, but Freddie, the elder, was a terrible boy rrom a toy's point of view. Things went more smoothly for a day or two, and then the same thing happened, and again we were made to faeo the terrible cannon. Alas, I was the unfortunate victim, and one of my forelegs w.is shot off. Nellie was consoled by making a bed up for me In one of tho rooms of her doll's house, and there for many days I was nursed by the sweetest little doll you ever saw. Now lam quite well again—but how I dread those boys! Ono of tho Queer Things It's very Btrangc, It aoom. to fnrt, The thing" that doctor, .ay. Wo know that 1111 to doggto. bark. And that .11 hor.es nolgh. And y#l whenefee I catch a cold The doctor, all remark That It 1. proper, bole t hoarse. Fur me tu have a bark. .—St. lioul. Republic. The European I'nnorama. The political panorama in Europo as it is focuss d in Germany, is one of singular Interest at the present | time. It Is reported that a deeply i impressive Interview recently took place between the young Emperor und the Pope, In which Wil iam 11. announced his Intention of declaring war against Franco, and the Pope brought to hear all the weight of his holy office to I eg him to change this intention. "I pleaded with hlin, I wept with him," said the l'ope, In relatlng"thls, "but I failed to con vince him." Each day the Pope now says a mass to avert Impending evils. Meantime relations between France and England are strained. The co. lonial problems excite great bitten liess of discussion. 1 There ie ono faction in Germany— that led by Dr. Lieber—which is pre. pared to treat with Chancellor von Caprivl in certain concessions be tween the government's military do. mands on the one side and the re. ligious disabilities on the other. The agricultural interests demand protec tion; there is a deep and wide-spread, ing agitation for a reform In taxation, f ,ir protection against monopolies, and a demand that taxation lie in. creased on luxuries and decreased on necessary commodities. Out of all ihD unrest a new dynasty is destined to ari-ie. _ i SOME people imagine that they de •erve a munth's rest every time they do right.—Galveston News.