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Published Weekly -AT St Martinsville, L a. --dBY- -B RASTIN A BIENVENU. TheiT '. -: N,,v i- r::Ii-ly falling in to dt'cy. Chic::_,' i. !. : rmini li to count a mil lion in O: \c ,:r'/ cvnsls. There :a. :l.:l,)0? 'nii'",l States pen sioners ho, dlrasw only t'2 a ,niuth. The United States will not expend more than $t;,400,(H0 in making the cen sus of 1890. Kaiser Wilhelm of Germany is the only sovereign in Europe. asserts the New York Mail ud E.-press, who is really try ing to earn his salary. The Chicago Times has discovered that the United States is not adtequately repre sented at the Paris Exposition in the de partments of the industrial and decorative arts. It is estimated that seventy-two Ameri can citizens are worth the colossal sum of $1,443,000,000. This is just $33,000,000 in excess of the total money circulation of the United States. according to a late Treasury statement. "Let it be remembered to Washing ton's eredit.' ob'irves the St. Louis Glole Db',no-r.rt, 'that he not only whipped the British, but also introduced that useful and picturejque tlualdrulpel, the mule, into this (ouatry."' Canada is not worrying over a surplus. The national debt was increased 810. 000,000x! by the Parliament session re cently adjourned, of which 1"82,000,000 went to railroads, and other large amounts to enterprises in which Members of Par liament were interested," states the New York Graphic. Poole, the great English tailor, who may be ranked as the Worth of mascu linity, charges the Prince of Wales noth ing for his clothing, the advertisement of his patronage being sufficient. The posi tion of heir apparent to the English crown is very much in the nature of a downy snap. In many parts of China the Bibles given to the natives by missionaries are used in the manufacture of cheap boot soles. In the opinion of a missionary, the propagation of the Gospel by means of literal translations of the Bible, scat tered broadcast, is attended with the least measure of lasting success. "Georgia's position in the sisterhood of State is both interesting and unique," observed Governor Gordon in a recent speech. "She was the youngest of the thirteen original colonies that formed the Union, and is, therefore, the honored link in the family circle between the old and new commonwealth of the Republic. It is not all sunshine in the Western towns where natural gab has been discov ered and utilized. In one of these boom ing localities a cook recently gave her mistress notice to leave, because she was not willing "to cook God's meat with hellflre." That girl was a philosopher, thinks the New York Grap/ie, of no ordinary :type. Mr. Galds::oe attributes his health and vigor to his ia;,it of sleeping seven hours out of the twcn:t3-four, and never think ing of ,usinc..s after he goes to bed. Men who anre unable to sleep soundly and haven't the faculty of freeing their minds fromu :n:,os though:ts would be very glad to f,,low the English statesman's rule of lire, if tLcy only knew how to do so. , i,,:n ~a l, - b t I r,:,i -,, e ,4 "~ihir,':." r.in.rr d an e'xirienced p.r rti' t.li'i., to a. I', ,:, in the re:ar llat "They di,- b . , fonmn thinos." .Yes, in), d. li. littlh six-w',ar-old dauchter cot ,IT nmcthing new this mortin,. IHer oluivr I,rother had been I going tlhru-,h si,,m. cVy:nn:.stic exercises andti she had .ten s watching him atten tively. She *sudcdnly turmtd to ne. say ing: 'Papa, ain't it fImnny that we've got so m:ity hin'o.s all ovce our bodies."' -3uejt ie C('n terciol. TIU YtUtOC H 'esEKEEPEar. Butcher--.,llow would you like, madam, for me to cut up the pig?" t Young Hiousekeeper--"Oh, it is all one to me as long as you cut a great deal of haL."-,.4 AwRsciO Wage. Lowv .'Ie. I wa' tler through thi . l l. o, r n- w lods llWher-e i:, unhallowed thiu;lht intrudes And sor an.l .Iun-lh!, fall in floods; I hear" amn. 'l; tie. lmi , ling tr.ee 'uoltnt:*.0:: -i hin; ill the lbreez.,, A'.,1. v, n Ih, iie ' rieprove nm , For cr-vi': i t "mid -cwt like the-Y", I.,- ,n:: Loa,. Ito.! L, vm' 11" S i;It n` le nji h. y , "ilk :.part. Thel' el', l- that s tet t;l',ll u l ' |! :} malllrt, A n I ,i ,:.t h a "r : il rea:ki ia' hI ar'". Al:l I hi. - - I H. liif.' wih - I. ainl replete, Wilh "Illy onh" I l tom II- m . Th . .. I, h i::. h airt tln, us still rlrpeat "Love 1.1, l ,e . it e Love I'te I ei ' The piio- -of thi, '!a are furhlt AnI i ni.lht ,"h nr, unl the ,l ,pil, world, But still, like ron-tle,.s hillow. hurled '1.ni the ih,re,: Iny ,Ipirit 1liI s. Fromll senr to -tar wu ith wearv u-vt-s Through thl pitying .tki above mo And i:s it hop.-l.-,s anguish cruit. "1LvX' lise! L",r." iim L re m t --11. .. F"olso.m in l. to' e+ tdiuionl. The Story of a Picture. BY II. E. (CLAMP. It is aio;it 10 o'clock p. min., the hour when life in its lighteost and most frivol ous form is on parade in the upper part of the city's great artery of traltic Broadway. Among the crowd of busy talkers, thoughtless idlers anl devotees of pleas ure, walking at a leisurely pace and with a thoughtful air, conies a man: whos.e e.rius has alre:ally made his name a husehol~ l word in many lands. It is (;eoflrey Vail, tl.e artist. The han:l. .umr, scholarly face, with its delicate white crnpiexion, its large, soft, b,:lack e'es anild sweeping black mustache which lfri:ges hIi sensitive mouth, his graceful c:arriage and the plain but fault. less style of his attire, stamps him easily as a mnan of superior type even to those oho do not recognize in the lone indi villud the well-known tigure of metro ipolitan life. Above the jargon of soun is in the strelts rise occasionally from a side street the tones of a piano-organ, ac compnlanied by the voice of a person singing some Italian songs. The artist pau:seu for a monment to listen to the un usually pathetic ring of this voice, and as he apl'roaches it is st:uck by the ap pearance of the singer. It is a young girl, about sixteen years of age, with a Mladonna-like face touched with a look of most exquisite sorrow. Is it possible that the coarse.looking Italian yonder can have any connection with this lovely child? It is not of this the artist thinks as he lingers,throwing coins into the old man's hat. It a of how that lovely face would look on canvas! Suddenly the girl sees his ardent gaze and her eyes droop to the ground, while a color like the first blush of sun. rise mantles her cheek. The artist is yet more charmed, although he diverts his gaze, still following the couple from street to street. Finally the organ is closed up and the two performers prepare to go home. Goetrey Vail approaehe the Italian as ie is about to go and touches him upon the shoulder. "Is it your daughterr' he asks, point. ing to the girl The man nods his head. "I am an artist and would like to paint her picture," said Geoffrey. The man shook his head in disap iroyaL "If you will allow her to come to my itudio every day for a month I will pay "Hlow much?" askedl the man.,crufi-y. "One hundremi ,,llars," answered he artist after a mnoment's reflection. "She woull earn lne more thdn that with the orga:l." "Then we will say two hundredl." Thie a:ln's greel w.as satisfied, and he onsented to the terms. "'When shall sihe commence?" "Tmno:rrw, if it su:ts you," said the uti-:. "' ,ry nwell," anrswirrcrl thie l:in, and le'T:v/ :illlc'ild him his card. GC fire. trne:il homeward-, plea-ed -itl his ,lirc-,very. For a long time he anid rlelitate.l pa i:in.. a secries ef ictures reipr,:taig the enmtions. Ie-ue is m:v nllgrel of Sorrow' ideal pirld :ll.e:lulyy, ' said to himself as he urirul. hIris way tlroughii the still rowded thorut Ifare hlome. The pre.tty it:ian: found Ge(;roffrev ail in hIis stlio, ::w:.iting her visit Un ire folu'wij:l., ila'. Tilre s:rr,::- ihht in the sttudio, where ie culrtainri were purposely drawn ack, reveal.ed t:o the artist that he had ot been deceived with regardl to her appearance. The face was dclicate, re tined and indescriably sad. S'he ha:l evidently put on her best (lIothes-a dre-s of some soft black stuff and a shawl of the same sable hue wr:lled round her head and shoulers. S'You have 1 oed ls a model before?" nalked ( oTrey, noting the artistic ef fort of thiis :;mple costumie. "No," said lh:. girl, "never before." "Wlhat is your namne?" asked the artist. ' '(Consuelo." "Consuelo," repeated the artist, "and you look inconsolable." The girl d1l not understaud his re mi rk, Lut her large dark eyes were turned upon hint wonderingly. "Well, Consuelo, we mu..t make the best of our time," said the artist. "Come, I will arrange you as I wish you to sit," and he placed a chair for her, arranging with sot!n care her attitude and drapcry. "You t. not feel timid, do you?" asked Geoffrey, kindly. "Oh, no," answered the girl, looking at him with wonder again. It was in conceivable to her that she should feel timid in his presence. The grave, gentle face of the artist had won her confidence completaly. Ac eustomned to rough looks and sometimes b:ows, the child seeme I in the atmos pihere of this elegant studio to breathe the air of lplra:,l;:e. Bui: the lo:k of sorrow did not leave her face; it was too deeply imprintedl the. e. Geoffrty was soon busy with his pen cil. An artist, his soul was in his art. To him the anion ite beauty was only a stcpmngln-stone to the inanimate, every tiiing !ovey 're-itte I that it might be copied on the celisat andl imllnortalized. C(',::sull ' sittin.i was no,' a long one. IHe thought it last not to tire her too mnuch the first day, and at the end of the third hoar rose fromnt his easel, and thanking her, dimt:ssedj her till the morrow. '"You will come again, won't you?" said Geoffrey. The girl's look answered him. For the first time that she could re member Consuelo went to her miscrable home happy. A new vista had been openel to her. She had caught a glimpse of another world with which she seemed to feel some strange kin ship. The last sitting came. Artist and model were to part. Geoffrey, who had grown familiar with the child, took her hand in his own when he bade her adieu. Sudden-. ly Consuelo burst into tears. The artist himself felt unexpectly and strangely moved. Even to him the parting seemed painfuL Why? Blind c egotistl unknown to himself he had t learned to love. Only at this crisis did the truth dimly dawn upon him. But why thei tears of hers? Strange infat nationl Then the child must love him aiso. She had turned away to weep. "Conseelo," he sail gravely, "eomee here." Conselo carn at his bidding. "'Look at me straight in the face." "I cannot," she sobbed. "Consuelo, why do you weepl" The face could be doubted no longer except by the blinl. Geoffrey folded hqr tenderly in his arms, unresistel. The lovely head restedl upon his bosom. His lips were pressed to the blushing cheek. "Consuelo, wou:d you like to stay s here always--tobe my wife?" he said o rather nervously, half frightened him- a self. The girl looked at him and seemed to r make some sudden reso:ve. Withdrawing herself from his em- ' brace she wiped her eyes, and then: without another word or look fled from ' the studio. 'iShe is frtihtened, I ut I itut follow hier," .sail the arti-t. How soon she h:al 1 'heone in inh t lv prK in t!o himIh h lIe hI:rc:le I to t:ie ditr, lut no trice of j u'on';ulo couli ia2 sea. lie p:Lused tl t ri:let. 1h: dii not kntow eveinl her ad re;ss. Ta:e Italian hadl n!realy :alledl i fr his I;a 'lty-. How shloul, he find a he:.? Whh:.t str:in~e imploe hal eiusel I h, r to turit an? fly so suddenly. It w:s i ilnjxp:iviide, ba. he nust fin:l a key to thle ly-tery. Hlow? Would she not re. turn to her e1l 'voca:tiin, crm!pan-y. i :1 tha orgatl. If he se:lrchel tile -rciet, for a few days ha would soon i iert her again. ut dlays,. weeks and months rolled 'i by, and no trace of Consuelo or the a Italian :ewarded his anxious search. it S, his passion died away into a vague - and hopeless regret. Nothing remaince of Consuelo but the blending of he beauty with his own dreams in th picture. So he devoted himslf with re newed ardor to his favorite pursuits The "Angel of Sorrow" was completed ,extravagant off',r were made for it, bu the picture was not for sale. 3Mone] could not buy it. It was hung in the artist's own studio -his grcat.st :achievement-and man] wondered as they gazed ulon the sor rowful face wheince came the inspiratiol for it. Five years had gone by since his brie: love dream had had its sudden birth ani tragic finale. His gentle face had grown gentler, and perhaps a tinge of sadness had crepi in between the handsome lines; but he had little to complain of so far as sue cess was conces ned. lie is busy in his studio when some callers are announced. They anr foreigners, evidently, from their names. Geoffrey glances carelessly at the card, andi, not recognizing the name., is about to excuse himself, but suddenly changes his mind. His visitors are shown into the studio. A gentleman, refined and distinguish ed in appearance, and a lady some years his junior. A white veil partly secludes the lady's face. Geoffrey bows politely, and advances to meet them as they are announced. The gentleman, speaking in French, apologized for their intrusion and asks permission to look at some of the artist's work, :and the lady, who has observed the artist's favorite picture, leads her ccmp:.nion towards it. After viewing it for some minutes anl exchanging re marks of admiration in their own tongue, the gentleman, turning to Geof frey, asks him if the picture can be purchased. "On n, consideration," replied the artist. "It is reserved at a price which even the most extravagant would never care to go to." "iWhich means that you 1o not wish to sell it," replied his visitor. The artist bowed in acquiescence. "And did you ever see a face which suggested such beauty?" asked his visi i:or, adding -"Pardon me, but I have a purpose in inquiring." "I have seen one." replied the artist, "with which this creation of mine could but feebly compare." As he said this his eye caught the face of the lady who had removed her veil. "Consuelo!" cried the artist, forget ting his visitors for a moment." But they were smiling at him pleas antly. "Pardon me." he said. "Some fan cied resemblance compelled me to utter that name." The lady approached nearer to him. "Do you not remember me, them"' she said, softly. The artist looked pumled sad per. plexed. "Surely it is Consuelo; but, pardon me, you have changed your name." And he glanced significantly at her com panion. "Ah! and you are no more the Angel of Sorrow; you might now pose for the Angel of Joy." Consuelo seemed to enjoy his per. plexity. "And have not you found a true Consuelo alsol" she asked laugh ingly. The artist shook hi s head sadly. "Papa, this is Mr. Vail," said Con suelo, turning to her companion, who offered his hand to Geoffrey with a pleas ant smile. "You are wondering what it all means," raid Consuelo, a:so smiling; but it is a long story; papa will tell you wvhile 1 look at some pictures round the studio, and if you wish to repeat the luestion you askedl so long ago, which I never answered, repeat it to him-" The atory was briefly told. Consuelo had lbeen kidnapped from her home it Italy and shipped to New York. After many years she had been tracedI and returned to her parents. She had flted from Geoffrey's presence because ashamed of her humble origin and parentarze, be!ieving the padlrone t hle her fa:thr, anl had been rescued imnmediatelv afterwalrds. In Italy sh!'. had been educated, pro vio;sly ex:icting from her father a promise that as soon as her education was completed ha would bring her to New York. Such a story could have but one s.e i''!--a happy m irriage. It was assuredly a happy one, and soon after it Geoffrey commenced the twin pictars. -[-~Ye iork M.reuryJ. The Two Poets. "I would not weight," one poet said, "The w'ng of Fancy soaring high Up the blue dome of bcundless sky; Or part the downy plumage spread Above her breast, even by a strand Of silken service, wrapping there, To senud across the summui r I ,nd, Suc's mes-ages through the goldlen air As humbler l,iiions deign to bear. "My realm is Beauty's large domain; My service, Art, for Arts pure akk That does not ask, and s ill not tak4 The low rewards of u e or gain That owns no duty in a song No Epic call that -hall aail To urge the right, or chide the w Or hearten hope whi n hope. would faill- I sing as sings the nigthtingale." "'I through my verse," another sang, "A throb is felt, whose humnn beat Reveals a purp se, strong and sweet To anodyne some deadly pang, Or help some halting soul to reach Firm foothold on the path that leads Starward, through what my verae teach. Or heal the hurt that inwar. ble-4d Or spur some life to loftier deeds.. "I leave content the rarer height Of Art to such ethereal souls As Beauty's finer air infolds In atmospheres too keen of light For earth-born vision. While they sra Let me keep warm within my breast The heart-throb-and I ask no more? Men pra;sed the Poet; for the rest, God loved the lowlier singer best. -MJVajaret .1. Pr si HUIMOROUl. Cut flowers-Wall flowers. A husbandman is not always a rl band. A rule of three-For one to take Y departure. The guillotine b:ock is one of ` French polling places. The dude is a great stickler fore, correct thing in canes. A swallow may not make a summa but a frog makes a spring. The long and the short of it--lb measurements btth ways. There is no reason in the world wir "baby show" shouldn't be a howlr success. It is strange that in throwing up es hands to a highwayman we throw dem our arms. There are different ways of sheow wrath; the tea-kettle sings swe when it is hottest. The young idea may sometimes be best taught to shoot by putting b through a course of sprouts. Mrs. Quarterest-What is your aIl tude toward Wagner's art, protme Professor Balder-Hands over my ei. Some men are born great,some savig greatness, and some have had fahn who relieved them of all r egp . bility. Oldmanson-- ave you a tdel~. Biggst Biggs-No, I am not en sau lag terms with the company. ah rates ae too high. Miggs: "I hear a policeman a killed yesterday in the discharge ed duty." Bliggs: "He probably dIM knew it was loaded." Returned traveler: "Mr. Richb. could draw his check for a million w Ileft. How much money hahe by time?" Citizen: "He hasn't srp. "Eh? Wha- Did he fail?" k' he died." A ms Almamuie. Brown county, IlL, has a prodigy the shape of a ten-year-old boy with 4 talent for days and dates. Roy OdS weller, son of 8. P. Odenweller of b austry township, is the infant wends dire him any date in any month of It Fear, last year or next yeir, and he de t once tell you the day of the wl upon which it fals or has fallen. r xample, ask him on what day of b week will October 17, 1889, fall, be will promp:ly answer ,'Thursdqh,' which is crrct. And so of any dls last year or the year to come. How t irrives at the solution he does not kas. .u:nerous gentlemen of undoubted,. Icity have repeatedly tested his str,.g ower. The litt'e fellow is it -r-g roungster, but does not exhibit any asual Dprecocity beyond this pcc5i rift. lie says that beyond the tiU earsr-the current, the last and - ext-he cannot give correct ans-- "ext year he wll lose all power * ISSS (with which he is now convensro -fld hiis mind will grasp that of 1891. d 'hich he now knows nothing. He WI' to rule or method, nor does he k3. iow he arrives at the true answer, bat, a certain that he is correct &i inswering.-C'Aicage Tribese. *