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JAMES HEED A HON, Prop'rs.
ashtahula! ii I OHIO, THANKSGIVING-DAY IN THE OLDEN TIME. A f-TFF! more happv seemed to All The hnmcstcitil 'iicnth the sheltering hill. A Kentle stir, like w ituln tit l-iv. That kept In mind ThankfeKlvfnK-Day. Vpon the roof-tree, sloping down, Ol Inle hud come tl tfllstclilliK crown Of snow, and drooped beneath the eaves The woodbine's red and withered leaves. An thus the homestead peaceful stood Amidst the winter ipilchule, inside the hnnscwllc piled Iter art With busy hiind and nn.kiiiii heart. For three whole flnvs a conflict dire Ih waged 'twlxt eatable and tiro; fctlll dues the crime not cense to groan, And still the oven holds ita own. Now, conscious of her skill and mlnrht. The housc-drimc, with her skirts drawn tight ,im . M , vh ii living sii'intts, The closet 1111 with duilily things. Hie children peep with even aglow To we her pbue ilie iiien in row. And scal to get with smack and sniff -Ol steaming conserves lust a whilf. The ilny has ronic ! Tho blushing morn eow Ileum I he lumbering Bt nge coach horn That, 'ml. I the ci holngs of the hills, Tho homestead with u tremor Alls. First at the door, the grnndsire gray 1'uts forlh his stnlT Ills alcps to May; The toddler, prattling at li 1m kmie, ThrustB forth his head the ooaoh to aeo. The stalwart son that bides at homo Into the doorwiiv, 1o,, hasconia; ills wile and huliv now appear Jlai-k! 'tis tlio sound of wheels they hear. The stage nt lust, with stntelv sweep, 'onieH round the curve, mid 'from It leap The Hchool-hoy sons who lett the farm, And meet tho group with greeting warm. Julek bouncing nt the prick of goad, A pinioned mcr trots upthe roud, And. pausing hy the huuihle Htonp, Ailda two new-comers to the group. Tho meeting-house looms white and bare High on the hill above tlieiu there, Ami In lis steeple thumps and swtivs Thu bell that culls to prayer and praise. And soon the men-folks, smllfng-fuced, llesponsive to Its summon haste ; Whilst busy Mnrihns, full of care, 'Uuiust their return the tcaat prepare. The Feast at last. The grace is said, And up bobs every eager head, And bright eyes, like some greedy power, -Go seeking what they may devour. The turkey at the feast Is lost; Tho chickens get their drum-sticks crossed; And empty prates, lust rilled with pies, The good wife marks with smiling eyes. F.aoh finds his limit reached at last; The apples come; the nuts are passed: Tho mugs of elder brimming stand, And Jokes lly round on every hand. So goes the dav till evening comes; And on the hob the kettle hums ; The roasting apple puffs Its cheek, And ohildreu play at hide-and-seuk. Perhaps this diy In yours to come May Ilml thcui wanderers fur from homo, And with joy-haunting memories cheer The shadows of that chaugelul year. l'eait's Companion, JAMES WARING'S LESSON. "Dear me, so to-morrow's a holiday I What senseless things holidays are, for poople like myself! Not a relation loft not a Mend who cares for me!" "Who's fault is UP" asked con science. But James Waring had so long silenced conscience that its voice was hardly audible, and he pitied him self, as was his wont. " I wish there was something I could do is there no business that can be transacted on Thanksgiving Day? Let me see," and he opened his letter case 1n search of something to help him. "Ah; here's the very thing! Thornton writes me that he's not recoived any rent from his cottage for the last six months, and suspects his agent is not decided enough with the tenantt. That's it! I'll go there to-morrow, and ii the rent isn't paid by the first out they shall go. Well, I'm glad there's some thing to do 1 hate holidays!" The cannel coal fire burned brightly, and the elderly man sitting in front of its cheerful bla.e gave himsolf up to dreams, as was his nightly custom. But on this Thanksgiving Eve his visions took strange forms. Instead of living over the last historical scenes of which he had been reading, or laving fresh plans for greater business ventures, his mind wandered back into his own past. He saw a Utile boy eagerly pleading for the entire charge of the poultry-yard, sure that he "could make money by it." A year had passed, and the boy, but ten years old, was proudly showing his ao oount to his father and mother ; there was a clear profit of nearly twenty-five dollars. - The father had praised and encour aged the boy, but his mother said little and looked anxious. Years went by, and the boy is at last sent to take a posi tion in the city. He does not go penni less, for he has earned and saved till his bank book is an important part of his outfit. " Oh, my son, what part have you given to GodP" asks the mother, and the boy, who cares little for God, but would fain please his mother, makes a great effort, and for her sake parts with some of his dearly loved savings. "Spend this for your poor, mother," are his parting words. " Oh, James, if you would but have your poor! You are going to a city where there is much want real desti tutiori learn the delight of giving." For years those words, the very last that his mothor ever spoke to him, had been forgotten buried deep and covered over by money calculations and businoss plans; and now he was vexed at his own memories. "Poor mother I If she could have lived till I really could afford to give, I would have been different; but just as I was getting comfortably off just when I had at last made up my mind to take a good holiday 4 beard of her death. Is it any wonder I hate holi days? I'll go to bed, and forget those old times." But one does not always find forget fulness in sleep. James Waring wont from street to street, looking for the cot tage where he was to collect the rent. It seemed to him that again and again he saw the place, and each time a voice, strangely fumiiiar in its tones, would say, " Do not let him find it yet; show him the poor he might have helped, be fore he throws away this chance," and then he would suddenly find himself in one of the few homes of the poor that he had dealings with. The lirnl was his washerwoman's. She had always seemed a very respeotable, worthy person to him, and certainly he had paid her regularly, though he was careful to make an arrangement by the month, instead of paying by the piece. ' Mother can't you rest to-morrow, and keep one holiday P" asked a boy, evidently the widow's son. "Ah, yes, mother," pleaded the girl from the other side of her mother's ironing-table, " do rest to-morrow. Let us have a real Thanksgiving Day church and games and dinner as we used to do." ' O children, don't ask mel There is no coal in the box, and Mary has no shoes for winter ; and you, John, must have an overcoat, and there's the rent. T . a.i i vou coum oniy Dorrow one hundred dol lars to help you over this vear." " And I'll be a teacher In three vear. mother," said Mary. " Oh, how I wish i coiiui stop your nam work at once. Now think, mother, isn't there any ono, as John aavsP" Jnmos Waring listened breathlessly; he longed to hour his name. Surelv she know he could lend her that much. But the widow, after a moment's silenco, only shook hor head. " No, children, we've no rich friends, and I'd only lose work if I should try to got money from customers." "There's that Mr. Waring," said Mary, to tho listener's great delight. "Ho!" exclaimed mother and son, the lu st in utter astonishment, the second in seorn. "Well Un't herichP" asked Mary, doubtfully. " I rather think so!" responded John, "but he's moan." "John, my son, Mr. Waring pays ns promptly you snouiu.noi speaK so." He " " He knows nothing about poverty or the need of money, that is all," said the wiuow quietly. Again James seemod seeking the cot tage, and again that voice pleaded "Not yet, not yet!" This time he was led to tho basement of the house where his own rooms were. , Once in a while he had gone down those lower stairs, sc the scene VIM not. nltsinrntliAi ntifti mitlne He had seen before tnat thin figure ly ing on the lounge, had noted the air of refinement in the cosy sitting-room : but now he heard them talk, unaware of his presence. "Marion, if I could but got South, I believe I'd grow strong! The Doctor saia u mignt set me up. ism were 1 i must be a weak fool to talk of it to yon ! It can't be done we haven't a relation to help us. Do you know what I dream about, Marion, when you are up stairs doing the work in the lodgers' roomsP the work that you should never do if I were well and strong." " No, dear ; tell me your fancies, If thnv nrfl nlnnaftnfc nnea." " I dream, wife, that instead of the people who have our rooms the Hoff mans, who as Germans care nothing for us, and those four young clerks in the upper story who can barely pay their way, and that money-loving War ing you had a warm-hearted, whole souled man, who would take note of your lovely, unselfish life, and would give me, for your sake, dearest, one more chance of life." The brave wife's eyes were filled with tears, but she would not let them over flow. "Who knows what may happen P" she answered, gayly. "You little know what such a day as to-morrow Thanksgiving Day may bring forth. Now stop dreaming, and we'll have a game of chess, and then I'll sing. Re member, if you went South, I could not go, too, and so it might be worse than staying." "Not yet let him see one more lost opportunity, lest he still refuse," plead ed the voice, and he was drawn down a narrow street, and led up to the attio of a tenement house. " Did you ask him, BenP" a woman was saying. "Did you tell him we can't get on, with six mouths to feed and six little bodies to clotheP" "Ask him! To be sure I did, and got just the answor I expected. 'There are plenty of mon would be glad of your sit uation, so, if the wages don't suit you, I can fill your place.' " Yes, those were his own words. James Waring remembered that the porter had come to him that very day and asked for an increase of salary, but sure ly he had not mentioned his six children or could it be he did not pay attention to his pleadingP " Well, Ben, there'll be one less mouth to feed soon, and the poor child eats little enough now." Then Waring saw them go to a crib in the oorner, and saw a child all wasted and worn tossing wearily from side to side. " It's enough to drive a man to drink, when you think what the firm take in each day," muttered the poor father, almost crazed as he looked on his dying child. Waring, impatient to recall bis cold refusal, made a mighty effort to speak, and awoke in the gray dawn of the No vember day. His dreams had been too vivid to be shaken off at once, but he tried his best to call them " mere fan cies." On first waking he half resolved to call on Bon, and see if the reality were any thing like the dream, but by the time he bad bathed and dressed, his old habits had conquered him, and he remembered, with a smile at his own momentary superstition, that he did not know Ben's address. Mrs. Downs brought up his breakfast, and her face recalled the dream to his mind. Bv wav of experiment, he said, " How is Mr. Downs to-day P" " Not much stronger, thank you, sir, The Doctor recommends a Southern trip." Mr. Waring felt his cheek flush, but hiding behind his newspaper he gave an absent-minded "Ah better go!5' which effectually silenced Mrs. Downs. But it did not sileuce his conscience. It seemed as if, after the lapse of years, that voice of God in his heart must be heard was' it in answer to his mother's prayers P " You've tried your father's grasping, money-getting ways for years, and what real happiness have they given youP Why not for one day, at least, imitate your mother P She certainly was the happier of the two." " 1'crhaps a walk will make me more like myself I'll look after Thornton's rent. I'll be bound the cottage sha'n't escape me to-day, as it did in my dreams," and Waring started out, but the wind seemed to echo, "Throw away this chance ! Throw away this chance ! " The cottage was in the suburbs and at the further end of the town, and by the time Waring had reached it he felt quite restored to himself "had gotten over all that nervousness." He rang the bell, and was ushered Into the little par lor by a lady evidently the wife of the tenant. There was no sickness hore, at any rate, for three little follows clus tered around the lady's skirts, peeping wilu suy, urigut eyes at tueir visitor. " Did vou wish to see mv husband. sirP" " Papa's gone out," said the little six. year-old follow, before Mr. Waring oouia reply. " Boys, yon must run into the dining room," said Mrs. Archer, as If for the first time aware of the children's pres ence. " I did wish to see your husband, madam, but my business can be trans acted with you, no doubt. My friend, Mr. Thornton, has asked me to collect the rent for this cottage ; it seems that the agent has been rather remiss in press ing the matter," The lady's face paled, her hands wore pressed tightly together in her lap, ei'i u. i must got tnrougn an i can, and try and get more to do, Instead of taking holidays." " Mother," asked John, " Is there not ono person to give you a helping hand just till I am through this one year at school P I could pay back tho money. If V i I f urn, nnr teaniaat eyes mot Air. (Taring's ..-.II Ll l " uiiiiiiiuuiiigiy " Kir, you are a total stranger to me ; out sometimes it is easier to connile In ueh an one than a friend. I in til last night 1 thought the rent had been paid promptly each month. I sent It, sir. by "the poor wife hesitated, but with an effort said, " by my husband." " Then the agent is a scamp," said Mr. Waring-, rising to leave, and re solving that said agent should smart for mis. " No. no.sirl You must hear mn nut. Last night my husband acknowledged to me that he had not made the pay ments. My husband has been drinking, and the money has eone. But. oh sir. he promises to change he is very peni tent, nnu i am so anxious to give mm one more chance. I am sure I can earn and save the full amount, if you can nait " You can earn!" repeated Mr. War ing, looking at the delicate face and the hands, so evidently unused to hard work. " Yos, sir. This is a sudden blow, but I have been thinkintr all niirlit. and I am so anxious to save my husband to show him that I am ready to help him if he will only reform, that I have thought of one or two ways of earning money aireaay, and liou wni snow me otners. lie helps those who help them selves, does Ho not, sir?" "Indeed He doos." said Mr. Waring, bis heart stirred as it had not been for years. "May I venture to ask something about your plans. P" "Cortainly. If you wait for the monoy you have tho right. Besides, I need a friend, and shall be glad of your juugiiient. my pian is to open a class for the children in the neighborhood. I already teach my own boys, and sever al ut um nuignoors nave asaoa me to take their children in, but until now I thought I could not. Then 1 have a good knowledge of the organ, and 1 heard lust Friday that the organist of a church not far of is to leave I shall apply for tne position, anu i loei sure 1 suull get it. "Had you thought of most women's first resoure keeping: boardorsP" "No, 8ir!"and the swoot, womanly face flushed. "1 want to have my own little home sacred, if possible. Besides, though my husband has promised, he may not quite succeed, and I could not bear to let outsiders see." " But a lodger a bachelor, who would only be at home after six at night P Have you not a couple of rooms that such a one could furnish for himself ? You could charge a good price, and al most cover your rent." " Oh, sir, bachelors are not so easy to be found, especially one that would pay largely, and tnen it could only be a friend, one who would help my husband, not lead him further astray." " 1 know of one. Will you empower me to arrange with him P As to your oacK rent, your plans are admirable, and I am sure Thornton will wait I'll pav him myself, if he won't," Mr. Waring added to himself. Mrs. Archer's brown eyes grew soft and bright, a happy smile played about her firm, determined mouth, and impul sively extending her hand, she thanked her new friend warmly. " I knew there were such warm-hearted men as you, sir, but I have not often met them. I promise you your confidence and kind ness to an utter stranger shall not prove misplaced. As to your friend I can not refuse him. Will you look at our second floor, to see if you think it uiiiit nuit iuiu r Smiling to himself. Mr. Waring fol lowed her up to the pretty rooms her womanly taste had made home-like and inviting, though the furniture was of the plainest description. " But this is evidently yonr room, my dear madam!" " There are two rooms above, and I shall be so glad to be near the children! Indeed, we shall be very comfortable, if oniy your mend should prove my friend." " Never fearl He will call to-night. I have much to see to-day, or I would bring him this afternon. Good-day for the present. I hope to hear you play on tne organ before long." Mr. Waring walked away from the cottage with a strange, new feeling at his heart. Were there many such women in the world P Was it not de lightful to be able to make her look so bright, to lift part of the burden she had borne so bravely from hor weak should ers. " I declare, mothor was right, and I've lost a great deal of happiness by not helping others. Just for the fun of the thing, I'll stop in at that poor widow's, and see those children of hers wonder if my dream was right, and if she has a boy and girl!" in his new enthusiasm Mr. Waring quite forgot how the morning had gone by, and it was not until he had knocked at Widow Burns's door that he realized, by the unmistakable odors, that dinner the dinner of the year for all true Americans was evidently being served. A tall bov anneared at the door, whieh opened directly into the sitting and din ing-room, there sat the widow, evi dently tired from her morning's work, with her daughter and a little crippled boy who was rejoicing in his feast of turkey and " lots of potato and gravy." "Mr. .Warlnc. sir! Is anv thine wrongP I have the last week's list, and am sure i maue no mistake." " No, no, mv good Mrs. Burns. I am only keeping Thanksgiving-Day in my own fashion, and thought I would call and see what family you had, and what your prospects are for the winter." Mary and John gave their mother bright, yet anxious glances, as much as to say, "Now is your time ; do tell this gentleman our need." Little by little the story was told; it was almost exact ly the tale of the nlirht before. In one year more John would be able to take a position as assistant book-keeper, and Mary was steadily advancing toward the goal of her ambition a certificate which should entitle hor to a position as publio school teacher. " But mother isn't strong, and she was not brought up to wash and iron ; if she could only work a little less for a year, we might save her life," said Mary, impetuously. "Well, suppose I agreed to advance you one hundred dollars, John, would you sign a paper promising me to pay it by weekly sums from your salary when you obtain a position P" " Indeed, I would, sir, and bless you every day of my life. And when I grow ricn, as i intend to, i ll noip other boys." " Don't wait till you got rich, my boy ; keen vour heart and eves onen. and 0ive out of your first earnings, or you may grow hard and mean and miserly." The boy colored violently, and Mr. Waring felt sure that his dream had in deed been true. "All the more reason should hurry home, and choer up that food little Mrs. Downs. Bless my soul! ere I'm about to leave ber, and that will be a dreadful blow I I must find her another lodger, or pay at both laces. I declare, I'll be a poor man if keep on! But somehow I can't stop never felt so happy in my life." Mr. and airs, uowns were surprised by a call from their riuh lodger, and still more surprised at the Kind, frinndlvwav in which he talked. He was as eager to talk oyer routs to Florida and Colorado as Mr. Downs himself, and knew much more alout the advantages of the latter place, now emhnsiastln the two men grew as they talked of the feasibility of ir. iuwns going nrst ana getting bet tor, and then taking a house at Denver for his wife to keep lodgers; or better yet, ii nis noalth were once fairly re established, he might get a chance at farming. "It's the getting there that Is the trouble," said the invalid, at last, the old cloud settling down on his thin face. " Oh, that's the least part of It! Yon must allow me to see to that. I had a delicate sister when I was a mere bov that might be living now, if we could have sent her to the West in memory oi nor l want to Bend you." Ihe wife s happy face, the sick man's broken thanks, helped on the good work In James Waring's already softened heart. They would not hear of his eat. ing alone, and he and Mrs. Downs be tween them improvised a high ta which was a grand success, the invalid sitting up and even asking to be helped a sec- uiui tune. It was not quite easy to toll Mrs. Downs of the proposed change of rooms. but Mr. Waring found her sympathies all on the side of the brave young wife, anu inougn sne was sorry to lose him as a lodger, she was so delighted to have gained him as a friend that she did not complain. Just as the oldest of her boys was kissing her good-night, Mr. Waring was announced to airs. Arener. " You could not persuade vour friend. I see," said that lady, after introducing her husband, " pray do not think us very much disappointed." nut indeed, madam, my friend a man s best friend, they say, is himself has come to beg that he may take pos session of his room as soon as possible." Mrs. Arehor's surprise was great, but she did not try to conceal her relief that a total stranger was not to be thrust up on them. She felt that Mr. Waring would help hor in all her undertakings, and hoped that his friendship might prove ennobling to her husband. The three talked together for an hour, and then, mutually pleased with the prospect of spending many evenings to gether, they parted, Mr. Waring to walk home thinking over the change in his feelings since the night before. "This has been the happiest holiday of my lifo, and I mean to have many such. To-morrow I'll speak to Ben, and raise his salary, and then I must begin to plan for Christmas. There'll be lots of presents for all of these young folks I've picked up. I declare, instead of dreading my holidays I shall be getting ready for the next one all the time, and after this I shall have, as my blessed mothor advised, my own poor to help and encourage." Examiner and Chronicle. Courtesy of the Tougue and Heart. Courtesy is, perhaps, littlo affected by conditions of time. But in all per sons and at all periods it may be brought into ill-fame by hypocrisy or exaggera tion. It has a tendency to become that mere mouth-honor and breath which the heart, as Macbeth says, would fain deny; a game of words, a dross coat, a shadow of amiability, a sesame never to be forgotten before the doors of society, but out of inind and repeated to no pur pose when one is at home. "Too polite to be honest" is a well-known Normac proverb, which may have affected the expression of welcome to Belmont gives by Portia to Antonio : It must appear in other wave than words. Therefore 1 scant this breathing courtesy. The courtesy of all times Has been, perhaps, in this sense more than half unreal. The story of the Spaniard off ering his watch to a friend who admired it is no new one. The friend promply accepted the hidalgo's offer, and held out his hand to receive the golden gift. "Where," then said tho Castilan, with extreme hauteur, replacing his watch in his waistcoat pocket, "where, Senor, is your politeness P That which I in courtesy offered to you, you were bound by that same courtesy to refuse." This kind of civility may be called the beau ty of the tongue, as Voltaire called true courtesy the beauty of the heart. It is a pinchbeck generosity, which, however false, has a certain social value. It conceals unpleasant moral deformities. When ably assumed, it palliates selfish ness, as mint judiciously put on palli ates wrinkles. It is tho polish of our conversational furniture. This is the kind of courtesy which Dr. Johnson, with his accustomed moroseness of dis position, called cant, the noxious weed which he advised Boswell to eradicate with all diligence, if not from his speech at least irom nis understanding. l,ven the term "compliments," which origin ally meant all those minor delicacies of behavior that may be said to complete the virtue of courtesy, now means very little, if anything. Our ancient coarse ness and rooky hardness of speech has been smoothed and rounded into such forms as these, which, tumbled to and fro by the waves of conversation, be come of loss and loss moment, and final ly disappear. Courtesy has boon de graded into a mere act of physical re spect, a bending of the body and the knees, originally belonging to both sex es, afterward confined: to one, and now nearly or entirely obsolete. Courtesy may also suffer from exaggeration. By too much courtosv we become discour teous, and excess of civility makes us uncivil. a gentleman ol iiiunite com plaisance was about to take leave of an other of like disposition. The latter in sisted on seeing him to the door of his house. The former refused, and aftor many gracious words locked ihnilanr on his host and ran down the staircase ; but the host, opening his window, light ly leapt into the street and was ready to hand his guest into the carriage. "You might have broken your neck," sld the entertained. True," replied the en tertainer, " but better so than break the canons of politeness." London Ulobe. Indian corn has beea successfully used instead of barley for malt in Great Britain. If the discovery proves to be practical on a large scale, a constantly widening market will be offered for the surplus crop of maize in this country, and beer will be vastly cheapened. From time immemorial in both North and South America Indian corn has been used by the aborigines in the pro duction of a rude beer. It has not been hitherto by any civilized nation, and its use now in England follows the repeal of the duty on malt and the attention of chemists to the preparation of a substi tute for barley malt. At St. Elmo, Ala., a Mrs. Simpson was sitting on a railroad platform hold ing an infant in hor arms, when a train Eassed, throwing her oil' and killing her, ut without .injuring the child. The ex-Khedive is relieving the te dium of exile by visiting in Austria and Hungary. He is small in stature, and! his corpulency increases, SCIENCE AND INDUSTRY. Mt.z)-tito engraving was Invented by the celebrated soldier and Admiral, Prince Kupert, In 1650. A mew electrical stj-eot-lamp lighter has been exhibited la Boston with marked success. In throe circuits about three milos of wire are laid. In an in stant every lamp connecting with the wire is lighted. A pr.ci l.iAft disease of the coffee plant, caused by the very rapid devel opment of a fungus upon the leaves, has caused such serious losses to the Island of Java during the last ten years that a reward of 100,000 has been offered for a cheap and effectual remedy. Hkbb Pkkvkr, an investigator, has proven that the drowsiness of fatigue is caused by the introduction into the blood of lactic acid, which is produced by the diiintegration of bodily nerve and tniisclo. Many of the sensations we daily experience seem to be the direct result of similar chemical change. The pachymeter, lately patented in Vienna, which measures the thickness of paper to the 1,000th part of an inch, is outdone by the micrometer caliper, now coming into use In this country, which determines the thickness of paper or anything else to the 10,000th part of an inch. Francesco Rizzoli, professor of surgery at the University of Bologna, who died recently, has bequeathed his vast wealth, estimated at nearly 0,000, 000 francs, to the municipality of Bo logna, with the stipulation that it should be devoted to the completion and main tenance of the model orthopedic hospi tal on his estate at Han Miehcle, in Hosco, an institution on which he had during his lifetime expended a sum of 2,000,000 francs. A pai-kr by SI. Ticul on a remarka ble case of vertically-ascending light ning was lately read before the French Academy of Sciences. The phenome non occurred during a storm on August 19. The sparks appeared to come from some lightning-conductors in the place, some rising singly and disappearing at a small height, after spreading into a magnificent, nearly circular flash, the light of which diminished from center to circumference. In one case two lu minous columns rose simultaneously, pursued a parallel course for some dis tance, and then bent at right angles and struck each other. PITH AND POINT. Comets are wearing as long train t this season as usual. Kentucky Matt Journal. The latest invention is a brain pad, for weak minds. It can only be worn by the baldheaded. N. 0. l'Uavune. An exchange says : " Coal oil rttl bed on the neck and head, will cure hog cholera; we have tried it." Who can dispute testimony like that? Alla-L'ali-furnia. At a recent wedding in Slawson the bride's father gave the young couple 8SO0. A friend spoke to him of the magnitude of the gift. " You haven't got a marriageable daughter and so don't know," answered the father, "but I think I got off cheap." Danbury News. A BRiorfT little boy, who had been engaged in combat with another boy, was reproved by his aunt, who told him he ought always to wait until the other boy "pitched upon him." "Well," ex claimed the little hero, "but if I wait for the other boy to begin, I'm afraid there won't be any light." New York Graphic. A Galveston clergyman was talking to a male parent about the latter's little boy Johnny. Said the fond father: "He is the cutest little cuss you ever saw. He can swear like a trooper, chews tobacco, ties tin pans to dogs' tails, and " "Does he attend school?" "Why, parson, he is too young for that, you know ; he is not fir enough advancwl." Uatveston News. A FEATUEK HAT. A ehlcken live J ; a chicken tiled ; His drumsticks and his wlns were filed. His feathers by a dealur dried, And, very shortly after, dved. Soul he had none, admitting that, How comes it? There upon her lint His plumes a mortal chicken's rise A glorious bird of jmradiae. Obtcurt Poet. A Cash Transaction. An oldish man who was on his way West took a lunch at the eating-stand in the Detroit, Grand Haven & Milwaukee Depot yesterday and in payment ten dered a (20 Confederate note. " We don't take this sort of money here," said the attendant, as he scanned the bill. "Don't, ehP Very well. Customs differ in localities. 1 hey take it in some places and refuse it in others. No par ticular harm done to offer it. How's this billP" It was an old wild-oat bill of 1 WO. and it was handed back with the remark that it wouldn't pass. " Won't, ch? Well, no groat harm to offer it. Are you willing to take my note of hand tor sixty days for this sumP" " No, sir." "Won't, eh? There are places where they will and places where they won't. This seems ts be 3 place where they won't. No crime, the'agh, to propose it. Do you think I would have any success in standing you off P" "iNo, sir." "I .presume not, .but the inauiry seemed pertinent. Does it appear to you as ii I would have to pay this bill in cashP" " It does." " Strikes me the same way. too. There are times when it seems impossi ble to wriggle out of cash payments. I have a proposition which I nave saved as a last resort. Are you willing to look upon me as an object of charity and do nate me this thirty cents' worth ol luncheon P" " No, sir, I am not." " That's what I expected.but I thought It no harm to make it. I see no other way except to pay cash. l'lease tako your change out of this fifty cents." The right change having been handed him, he heaved a sigh of relief and sat down to pick his teeth with a splinter from the broom. Detroit Free Fress. There was a curious sort of dinner at London the other day, distinguished electricians being the guests. In the center of the table was a covered dish, alleged to contain a "gymuotus," freh from a river of South America. The chairman, instead of saying grace, spoke to the dish as if asking soiuu one there to ask the usual blessingT Then a solemn, but distinct and pleasant voice was heard, apparently coming from the dish, repeating the favorite form. The cover was then raised, and there was a telephone, somebody at the other end having performed the pious serviao. A NEW device for a bride's present is a silver arrow with the initials of the bnde and groom infold, Our Young Folks. MAMMA' B PUZZLE. flsv Is s!p1nir-Oo'rt1 nls;atl rood ntjrhtl Angels with Joy liehnin the fair siR-hl : 1 wo IHtle rM'l frilise the soft cheek Wfcere ftlmples and smiles have frolilukod ail da': One little answer In vain do I seek. Which Is tho sweeter tninmna cannot tar liaby asleep or balr at play ' llal-y Is sleeplnr: what ist perfect repoae. nr lone one knowal rt hst lines-cut rest in No furrow of fare, tin lli, enti I Irnee On these little fe.uures by nliflit or by dav, Toshsdow their beauty or mar their sweet lraee. Oh. whl h Is the fairer can any one sayf liaby H.leepnr baby at play? WHAT THANKSGIVING'S FOR. Frkd and Jack Howard sat by the window watching the snow as it fell fast to the ground. Little Jack, in his kilt skirts and long curls, had great re spect and admiration for his brother Fred, who wore jackets and trousers, and had just arrived at the dignity of boots, though mamma had said he could not wear them "till snow came." That was the reason they watched the stormso eagerly, talking husily mean while. "Fred, when is Thanksgiving?" asked Jack, trying to make a picture on the window with his finger, torget ting mamma's reproof the day before. " Next Thursday," promptly replied Fred, who was almost always willing to answer Jack's questions, which, to tell the truth were very numerous; in fact, papa called him " a dear little interro gation point;" but Fred loved him, and besides, liked to be appealed to, as if wiser than Jack. "How many days till then?" contin ued Jack, putting some frightful horns on the animal which had been begun for a cat. "Six," patiently answered Fred, tak ing out his knifo to sharpen his slate pencil. " 1 say, Fred," persevered Jack, "tell me what Thanksgiving's for, any way." "Why, Jack, it's to go to church and have a pood dinner," said Fred, who had broken the nice point to his pencil and was scowling a little. "And go to grandpa's, if he only hadn't died," added Jack, turning away from his " art studies" to watch F'red. "Do they keep Thanksgiving in Heaven, Fred?" "Yes. Jacky, I think they do, of course; but we'go to church Sundays, and we have tip-top dinners most every day, if nothing happens, sjnd we used to go to grandpa's in summertime, too, sol don t just know what Thanksgiv ing is for, he concluded, reluctantly. "I'm pretty sure about the eating part," said Jack, triumphantly, "for Bridget's making mince meat to-day, and 1 had a taste," laughing to think of the size of the "taste;" "but that can't be all it's for. Just see, Fred, how it snows!" and away went both boys for coats, caps and mittens, aswell as boots, for the ground was now as white as Bridget's frosted cake. The busy little fellows had not heard their mother come into the room, in time to hear the last of their conversation. She was a pretty mamma, "the prettiest lady in town," both boys stoutly main tained; a loving mamma, too, anxious that her sons should grow into good, noble men. "They don' t understand what Thanks giving is for!" she said to herself, in surprise, as she drew her rocker nearer the bright, open fire. " T,hey must find out, and howP" Thanksgiving morning dawned bright and cold; not snow enough for sleigh ing, but enough to deck the fences and trees in a beautiful new winter dress, and make home seem dearer thin ever. The Howard family gathered happily around the breakfast table, tempting with chicken, rolls, coffee and doue-h-nuts, and attractive with some of mam ma's flowers at each plate. " So glad I don't have to go down town to-day, little woman," said papa, and mamma smiled back her pleasure, when Fred said, eagerly: "Mamma, who is the company we're going to have to-day? When will you tell us?" "They will be here when you come from church; wait patiently till then, dear," mamma answered, and sprang to catch Jack's goblet of milk, which he had upset while gallantly insisting on giving her the rolls. After break fast the buys passed the time in playing with the babv. till thev all went to church together. Fred gave Jack a reminding punch when the minister read: "In everything give thanks," and whispered, "now I guess we'll find out;" but though he listened well for a time, be got no clear idea, wonder ing what " harvests," "yellow fever," "accidents," and "reforms" had to do with "Thanksgiving." Jack occupied himself with counting the buttons on Charlio Scott's coat, and whispered to rreu "wnat comes next to twelver ' when mamma's hand on his reminded him that in church all the talking was dono by one person; and after a long time, it seemed to Jack, church was over, and they were on their way home. Papa and mamma walked in front, and ta.ked about the sermon aud the sing ing. Fred and Jack, behind them, wondered who the "company" was, waitiug for them now at home. "It can't be Aunt Helen and the girls, for they've got the mumps, and can't go out doors. Ulatl we haven't got 'em, Fred," said Jack, skipping along backward to admire Fred s new overcoat, with so many pockets! "Nor Uncle John, for he's gone to see that pretty lady who was here last spring," said Fred. ' Wonder what bo's gone to see her for; wasn't she lovely, though?" and here F'red forgot his dignity in a good-natured chase- after a dog, in which Jack joiued. As they went up the walk to their pretty, comfortable home, there was an odd little smile on papa's face, and mamma said, as they went in: "Boys, go directly to the nursery and tak oil' your coats, and then come down." In a twinkling the boys were in. the sitting-room, their eyes big with, curi osity. Whom do you think they saw? Sitting by the tiro, in their owa, pretty camp chairs, were two boys of abuut tneir size, mm aud pale ana dirty; ui ragged, scanty clothes, seemingly as much surprised at being tUaro ua any one else could be. Instautly mamma said, in bur sweetest voice, iuildiug out her hands to her own boys; "Jack and rred Howard, here are Bob and Tom White, who. have come to visit us. We hope to gin thorn a verv haupy day." ired und Jack weve very dear chil dren, but thev wore surprised and dis appointed, rorgetung "the law ol love" and the "gulden rule," which older people foryet most sadly, too, Fred stood eyuiug the guests with something liko scorn, I am sorry to say, while Jack, turning away trom his mother's outstretched hand, cried out : "I don't like 'em; I don't want 'em here." Bob and Tom fidgeted and turned red, gaslng In awe at the plotunw. vines, easy chairs, and most of all a Mrs. Howard's beautiful face, turned so aindlv toward them. Then she spoke: "Fred and Jack, my darlings, let ma tll you a true story. I found these little boys down on f ark-it., that first day it snowed. They have no home; thoy have no father or mother, no one to take care of them. Hob holds horses, sweeps crossings, or does anything ho can to earn a little for Tom anil himself. A woman down near the engine-house lets them sleep in her woodshed. Their father and mother died of yellow fever last summer, while we were at grand pa's." Here her voice faltered for moment her dear old father had died only a few months before but then she went on: " I have brought them hers to-day to let you see what Thanksgiv ing's for; and I hope they will find out before they leave ns." She stopped, and waited for an answer. Fred oams quickly forward, and said to Bob: "Haven't vou any home P" To this loving boy home meant all that was dear in the world. " No," briefly replied Bob, surveying Fred's blue suit and bright buttons with sharp and wistful eyes. Nearer cama little Jack, his cheeks red with excite ment. "Haven't yon any mamma?" he cried out, as if he couldn't believe so great a sorrow could be borne. " No," again said Hob, this time put ting up a rough, dirty hand to his eyes. "Nor any baby sister?" asked Jack, now standing close beside them. "No," broke in Tom, with a little choke in his voice; "she died before the rest." Poor little Jack! the smiling baby sister, in tho rose-lined cradle op stairs, was a very angel to him, and this was too much. Bursting into tears, he cried out. clasping his arms around her neck: "Oh, mamma, I do feel so sorry for them. Can't you do some thing for them?" Fred was crying too, now, and papsi walked to the window and stood with his back to them all, but mamma smiled, though tears were in her eyes. Drawing Fred close to her, she said, laying her hands on Jack's curly head, buried in her lap: "Shall we give them some good warm clothes, and when they are washed and dressed shall they come and eat dinner with us? Shall we give them a look at baby, and let them hold her little hands) in theirs? Shall they play funny games with us after dinner, and sing with us when you are tired of play P And when it is nearly dark shall pspa go with them to a kind man, who will take care of them, and never let them be homeless or hungry any more?" So this was the way Fred and Jack learned "what Thanksgiving was for." N. Y. Tribune. A Home for His Mother. me States Land Ollice. While there a lad apparently sixteen or seventeen years of age came in aud presented a certificate for forty acres of land. I was struck with the countenance and general appearance .of the boy, and inquired of him for whom he was pur chasing the land. "For myself, sir." ' I then inquired where he had got the money. He answered, "I earned it." Feeling then an increased desire for knowing something more about the bov, I asked about himself and parents. lie took a seat and gave me the followino narrative: "I am the oldest of five children. Father is a drinking man, and often returns home drunk. Find ing that father would not abstain from liquor, I resolved to make aa etlort in some way to help my mother and brothers and sisters. I got an axe and went into a new part of the country to work clearing land, and I have saved money enough to buy forty acres ol land there." "Well my goed boy, what are you going to do with the land?" "I will work on it, build a log house, and when it is all ready, will bring father, mother, brothers, and sisters to live with me. The land I want for my mother, which will secure her from want in her old age." "And what will you do with your father, if he continues to drink?" "O, sir, when we get him on the farm he will feel at home and be happy, and 1 hope become a sober man." "Young man, God bless, you." By this time the receiver handed him his receipt ior his forty acres of land. As he was leaving the office he said,' "At last I have a home for my mothor." Examiner and Chronicle. Arbitration Better Than Litigation. BAt-nxcMtE Citv has a Court of Arbitration in connection with its Board of Trade for the settlement of difficulties among the mercantile community. This Court possesses ample powers for the prompt settlement of all controversies arising from the pursuit of trade, com merce, navigation, nuuiufactures, etc. The Court is accessible for business at all times, and the expenses are limited to twenty dollars froia each litigant. Three modes of trial are provided for by the Court, viz.: Before the Judge alone; before the Judge and two lay arbitrators, one to be selected by each litigant; before three lay arbitrators, with tight of appeal to the Judge. From tho final decision of the Judge there is no appeal to any Court in the State. Parties may appear before this Court with or without counsol, and judgment in every ease must be ren dered within twenty days after submis sion. That is a cheap aud handy Court for settling petty suits, and probably ita decisions are as often (or ofiener) right as the more costly Courts of the State. The Meritatd. Sleeping in a Hogshead. Near Chattahoochee, Fla., tlwre lives an old nogro known to the boat men as Keisnr. Ho is a farmer, and makes a gocd living, but has nolslopt in a house ia a number of yetiis. In passing at any hour of the night parties on the boaii een see his torch-light in the woods. Fur some timetha ngroeaj in the neighborhood stole hts. eotton, cane, watmrmelons, etc, andko-iiovised a plan to. catch them. During Ihe mouthawuen the fruit was and in tne cotton-picking season au- slept in a hogsavud in the center of tho. field. He is a strange creature in this.rMpect, but succeeds in making a very good living. The boys often keep hiiuuu. the boat by talking to him, until su ia well out ia the stream, and tliea see him jump overboard and swim fur Und. C'out 6m (Ua.) Enquirer. Wuii.f a minister was conducting a funeral servioe at a oemetory in Poits villo. Pa , a snake oanie out of the grave, raised its head and moved toward him. lie kept his eye on it while going on, with the ritual The reptile was finally killed by a geutlvman with his oane.