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*'I came to ask yon"—his voice was low—
"For something"—nib face had a ruddy
I hope that your answer will not be 'no.'
I came for my Christmas present.
"I think your heirt knows what I mean,
I feel your eyes must have truly seen
How much I love you I want, my queen,
Yourself for my Christmas present.
"My past is dark with grief and pain,
But not with any blot or stain.
Ah! shall I plead, my love, in vain
For thee, as my Christmas present?"
''Forget the past, 'tis gone and dead,
Just think"—she bent her graceful head,
The color o'er her iair face spread—
"Just think of your Christmas present."
DOLLARS A1SD CENTS.
poor day to
has on board
John De Long
Time, 5:30 p.
m. Jack is
-on his luck. Called home by an urgent
telegram in the midst of the Thanksgiv
ing vacation of his senior year, he has
missed a Thanksgiving dinner with a
jolly party of his college mates, to say
nothing of a broken engagement for
the german with the prettiest girl in
When he pays the parlor car con
ductor 75 cents for a seattoHornells
ville and engages a berth in the sleep
er to be put on at that station he
makes the discovery that he has but
$5 1"2 cuirent coin of the realm in ad
dition to his ticket to Chicago. This
does not add cheeetulness to histrame
of mind. And there is not a pretty
girl in the car.
His gloomy meditation is broken by
the arrival of the train at Elmira. On
the station platform, in response to
his telegram, are two gentlemen—Mr.
Richard Robbins and Mr. Alfred Jame
son-classmates and residents of El
mira. Jack jumps off, and an anima
ted conversation follows. At this
junction a giotip appears upon the
station platform—two young ladies,
an elderly lady, and a 10-year-old
Jack—Boys, who's the young lady
in the ulster I've seen her some
Dick—Miss Dodge you met her last
"Winter at our german. Don't know
the one in sealskin.
The young lady in the ulster bows
to Jack's friends. The girl sealskin
enters the parlor-car, opens the win
-dow, and converses with her friends.
Whispered chorus—Can't you intro
duce me. boys?.—Don't know the
girl.—Haven't the nerve look at the
eye on the elderly party.
Jack—m fcerrupting the conversation
going on through the window and
making a most profound bow to Miss
Dodge—Pardon me, Miss Dodge! Ah
—um—you remember me—Mr. De
Long of Chicago?
Miss Dodge's face reveals the fact
at she doesn't, but she murmurs
something politely indefinite.
"I see you have a friend—we're in
the same car—ah—um—won't you be
kind enough to introduce me?"
At this critical point the conductor
shouts "All aboard!"
Miss Dodge—Why, certainly. De
lighted, I'm sure. Isabel' Let me in
troduce my friend, Mr. De Long, Miss
Raymond', Mr. De Long. He's in
"Mr. De Long."
Jack takes a hasty adieu of Mr.
Robbins and Mr. Jameson, who re
spond feebly, being in a'state of men
ta collapse, encounters for one briei
instant the shocked and indignant
gaze of the elderly personage, and
springs on board just as the long train
•starts up. He enters the parlor car
and takes a seat opposite Miss Ray
mond. Beside her sits the 10 year
girl. He'd forgotten all about
"Do you think it will snow to-mor
With this auspicious beginning the
-conversation proceeds pleasantly and
easily until interrupted by the en
•trance ot the train conductor and the
*parlor-car conductor. Miss Raymond
•gives up her ticket and pays $2 for
•her seat to Buffalo, her destina
Train Conductor (tapping little girl
Parlor-Car-Conductor (tapping little
girl on the other shoulder)—Two dol
lars to Buffalo!
Little Girl—I don't pqL' any fare.
T. C—Under 12 and over S half
P. C. C.—You take v?p a whole seat
just like a grown person.. l~^
"Shea under my charge,"butcher"
mother said she wouldn't have to
pay fare. Where's your purse, Lizzie?"
L. G.—I haven't any.
Miss Raymond, examiningher purse
and much distressed at the result—I
haven't money enough. What shall I
T. C.—Pay fare, anyway.
P. C. C—The little girl can go for
ward in one of the regular coaches.
Miss Raymond finds enough in her
purse to pay half fare to Buffalo and
hands it to the train conductor.
During this scene Jack has been in
tently looking out of the window in a
decidedly uncomfortable frame of
mind. His neart is not by any means
broken at the prospect of losing the
company of the little girl, but when
he thinks he seos just a suspicion of a
glisten under Miss Raymond's down
cast lids, with their heavy, soft lashes,
he can stand it no longer.
Jack (producing his one five-dollar
bill with the air of a millionare)—Al
low me, Miss Raymond. Here, con
The conductor takes his money
without the slightest scruple, returns
Jack §3 and passes on. Jack devotes
the next ten minutes to assuring Miss
Raymond that it isn't of the slightest
consequence that it will not incon
venience him the least bit in the world,
etc. Miss Raymond says she will
send it to him the next morning and
asks his address in Buffalo.
When she finds he's going through
to Chicago she is more distressed than
ever and. declares she will get that
dreadful $2 from her uncle that very
night when he meets her at the depot.
Of course her distress gives Jack an
opportunity to say a great many
things of a sort suited to the circum
stances, and he feels like hugging—the
little girl. It is really a very interest
ing conversation that is interrupted
by the appearance of a brakeman and
a sound that resembles "Nellsvillenty
Jack, thinking he will get his $2 at
Buffalo, asks if he may get them some
"refreshments." They declined with
thanks. He excuses himself, invests
in a sandwich," a cup of oftee, and
a package of cigarettes—40 cents.
He then hunts up the sleeping-car con
ductor and pays him $2 for the berth
he had engaged, leaving only 72 cents
in the treasury. He then draws the
parlor-car conductor aside.
"Conductor, I have a berth in the
sleeping-car and two young ladies in
my charge have seats in your car as
far as Buffalo. I'd like to sib with
them and see that they get through
"Sorry, sir, but if you sit in the par
lor you'll have to pay. But it's only
Jack hands over 50 cents and re
joins Miss Raymond. The little girl
goes to sleep also the passengers.
Time flies with a vengeance, ana all
too soon the train rumbles into the
depot at Buffalo. They alight to
meet Miss Raymond's uncle. The
uncle kisses Miss Raymond with
aiTection, but looks inquiringly at
Ja^k. Miss Raymond introduces
Jack. The uncle is not what one
wouid call cordial. Miss Raymond is
distressed beyond measure—"rattled."
Jack relieves the tension by taking
formal leave of Miss Raymond, nod
ding to the uncle, and seeking his
berth in the sleeper. Time, 12.30
a. m, distance from home, several
hundred miles cash in the exchequer,
It is charity to draw a veil over the
next day—1 5 cents for coffee and a
sandwich for breakfast at Sarnia 5
cents for a glass of milk for dinner at
Marshall, Mich., noted for its fried
chicken, its cold roast beef, its hot
rolls the 8 o'clock supper at the
De Long mansion in Chicago that
frightened his mother aiid astonished
A week later a dainty letter post
marked "Buffalo" arrives. Jack
opens it and finds a $2 bill and a con
ventionally polite note of thanks, re
grets for any inconvenience, etc. It is
signed, "Yours sincerely, Isabel Ray
mond." But Jack thinks he can read
between the lines, for below is "No.
173 Rhodes avenue."
Thanksgiving Day again. A bad
day for traveling, but John De Long
of Chicago does not look as if he re
garded it as a hardship as he gets off
the Chicago express at Buffalo. And
this fragment of conversation has
rather a sound of thanksgiving than
"Do you remember, Jack, how you
stalked away that night in the depot
at Buffalo? I never expected to see
you again. You looked positively
savage. I fairly hated my dear old
"He was a trifle chilly. And then
to see you waste a kiss on him and
peek out of the corner of your eye, as
much as to say. 'Don't you wish?'"—
"I didn't—and s'pose I did?"
"By the way, how much do you
suppose I had in my pocket when I
"I don't know. You put on airs
enough for a millionaire."
"Just 22 cents."
"Why, you poor fellow, you must
have starved! It served you right,
though, scraping acquaintance with
strange girls on a train. You won't
do it any more, will you, Jack? There!
there! —will that repay you?"
"No you'll have to take that very
same trip with me to make it square.''
"But, Jack' Do take more than 22
cents—there'll be two of us, you know."
Taking a much worn letter from his
pocket-book, opening it, and produc
ing a $2 bill, Jack said: "Isabel Ray
mond, did you ever see that before?"
"Yes—no I don't know.''
"Yes, you do. Read what's written
right under your name in this letter."
Isabel, reading—"I hereby dedicate
this filthy lucre to a dinner for one, to
be eaten at Marshall, Mich., the one
to be John De Long and Isabel De
Long, his wife. D. V."
"Ah, Jack, you won my heart that
night in the car. But you wouldn't
be stingy enough to leave out that
dear htle girl"—
"Wouldn't I? There wouldn't be
any little girl around that trip to"—
Hush, you wretch!"—JohnD. Sher
man in the Chicago Tribune.
THE YOUM FOLK'S CORNER
INTERESTING READING FOR THE
M: Hampton Court—A Cat's Whisk
ers- A Trade for B-ys—-Fire
of the Race.
&' At Hampton Courts® v^P
Two American women last summer
sent one day from London to Hamp
.on Court, and spent the mornihg in
she gardens of the old palace there.
kt noon they repaired to a neighboring
nn for their luncheon. The waiter
apologized lor some trifling delay by
saying some shop girls from Whiteley's,
their Saturday's outing, had un
xpectedly just ordered luncheon.
The Americans, annoyed at the
oming of what they supposed would
De a noisy party, wished they had
jjone to some other house but it
ivas too late now, their luncheon had
They were in a front room which
overlooked the gardens of the palace.
[t was a sunny June morning, so still
hat they could hear the windrustling
hrough the branches of the great
Daks the avenues, -and the bees
Duzzing in the roses which climbed up
Dutside of the -window. One or two
Did gentlemen were busied with their
meal and newspaper in the room, but
ao one spoke. The quiet wras almost
"This is very restful and pleasant,"
3aid one of the Americans, "but we
aiust hurry away. Think of thirty
^ggling shrieking girls out on a holi
day! When do the young women
:ome?" she added, turning to the
"They are here, madam," he said.
"They are in that room," pointing to
in open door covered with a lace
The strangers looked at each other
ivith an expression almost ot incred
ality. They listened, and a moment
ater heard the hum of gentle voices,
Df which not a word could be distin
The mystery was easily explained.
The shop-girls were in the habit of
lealing with English gentlewomen of
She better class, and imitating them,
aad caught their low, controlled habit
"If our women would but learn it!"
axclaimed one ot the strangers. "Im
agine thirty American girls out on a
loliday! The clatter of voices! The
mrill bursts of laughter the shrieks
This little incident is. a literal fact
which is worthy of the consideration
of girl readers. Our climate gives to
all of our voices certain high nasal
tones. The training of the voice in
speaking is unfortunately neglected in
America, except among the most care
'ully educated people. Hence the
A.merican in Europe is known as soon
as he opens his mouth by his shrill,
Two American women in a salon or
gallery will make more noise than a
.arge group of their French or English
sisters. Yet these last are probably
not a whit more gentle or modest at
heart than they are. But the posses
sion ot inward and spiritual graces
loes not atone for the lack of the out
tvard and visible signs of good breed
It is true that a woman may have
Cordelia's soft, low voice with the
coarseness of Regan and malice of
Goneril. But, on the other hand,
what girl will be credited with Corde
lia's tender heart if she persists in
3hrieking and giggling her way through
"Jacko" is a tame rook, whose
owner, a lady, writes to the London
Spectator that she had kept him for
Give years, when one afternoon she
noticed him march by her two or
ihree times with a stick in his mouth.
Be was hard at work on the founda
tions of a nest. For a fortnight he
worked almost without cessation all
I really felt sorry for him, and
sometimes tried to help him by
holding up sticks one at a time, which
tie took from my hand as he wanted
them. When at last the nest was
finished he often had his afternoon
There is a small rookery here, and
this year, instead of building on his
own account, Jacko tried to help the
wild rooks. He followed them about
with a twig in his beak, and kept with
them all day, often running after them
on the lawn with some of his dinner
in his beak, wanting to feed them as
he feeds the tame jackdaw, between
whom and himself there is a strong
Affection. But they snubbed him
One day poor social Jacko must
have thought he had at last found a
responsive companion, for I found
him bowing and cawing to the rook in
the looking-glass! And more than
once since then he has been seen going
ap-stairs with some delicacy in his
beak evidently intended for his shad
Once while I was calling on a friend,
a lady whom I did not know came in.
She owns a rookery, and my friend
told her of mine, adding that I was
fond of rooks.
"Ah," said she, "so ani 1. I often
say that through the season we
almost live on rook pie."
When I suggested that I should not
like seeing my rooks in a pie, her real
ly delightful answer was, "No some
people prefer them stewed.fc.-s»*•&>$ $i&
iai Little Children of the Race.
The following interesting view of
"Childhood" is from an article by
Miss Roseboro', on that subject, in
the Christmas Century: "The little
children of the race are intellectually
more respectable than the majority of
its adults. To be sure, it is their at
titude and not their achievements
that makes them so but in estimating
the human being as a mind rather
than as 'a screw in the socialmachine.'
who can help thinking the attitude
more important. than the achieve
ment? The abounding intellectual
curiosity of children, and their con
tinual return to the biggest and deep
est questions,—t£e origin of things,
the sources and ends of beings-these are
what make them superior. What if the
question can never be absolutely an
swered? Is it not infinitely more re
spectable to nave them earnestly in
mind than, accepting some mumbo
jumbo reply, to dismiss them altogeth
er and to devote existence wholly to
the frivolties wecall business, or pleas
ure, or learning? What else was Car
lyle's fundamental raison d'etre but rirs
power to call us to a degree of the
serious reasonable wonder with which
we start in life?
"Upon my word, I sometimes think
that if the world were started now on
a new plan, and peopled altogether
with the middle-aged, religious, after
going on a short time through the im
petus of customs would die out all
over the world from this simple lack
of interest in the question, they pri
marily undertake to answer. As it is,
the children force us to keep some
sort of theory of existence furbished
A Cat's Whiskers.
Nature is an economical dame, and
never indulges in useless gifts. If she
gives an animal or plant an appendage
of any kind, we may be sure that it
serves some wise purpose.
Take a cat's whiskers, for instance,
which may seem to you to be merely
ornamental. They are organs of
touch, attached to a bed of fineglands
under the skin, and each of these long
hairs is connected with the nerves of
the lip. The slightest contact of these
whiskers with any surrounding object
is thus felt most distinctly by the ani
mal, although the hairs themselves
They stand out on one side of the
lion as well as the common cat. From
point to point they are equal to the
width of the animal's body.
If we imagine, therefore, a lion steal
ing through a covert of wood in an
imperfect light, we shall at once see
the use of these long hairs. They indi
cate to him, through the nicest feel
ing, any obstacle which may present
itself to the passage of his body they
prevent the rustling of boughs and
leaves, which would give warning to
his prey if he were to attempt to pass
too close to a bush and thus, in con
junction with the soft cushions of his
feet and the fur upon which he treads
—the claws never coming in contact
with the ground—they enable him to
move toward his victim with a still
ness equal to that of the snake.
A Trade for Boys.
If I had my way I would insist that
every boy should learn a trade, writes
Foster Coates in the Ladies' Home
Journal. It was so in the olden times,
and it should be so now. The man
who has a trade is a thousand times
better equipped than the man who
has none. Let every boy select the
trade that best suits his ability, and
promises the highest remuneration.
When he has mastered his trade, if he
dislikes it or it is not profitable, he
can begin to study a profession, or
enter upon a commercial life. It he
should fail in both of these, he is
still master of a good trade—some
thing that no one can take from him,
no matter what exigencies may arise.
The man who is master of a good
trade is as independent as a million
aire. He need never want he can find
profitable work in any corner of the
world. I do not say one word against
a professional career. But I do say
emphatically that the man who has a
trade and a profession as well, need
have no fear of the future. The boy
who wants to can master a trade be
tween sixteen ancLtwenty, and if he
dislikes it, he still has time to study
medicine, the law, or any other of the
learned professions. But if he waits
until he is twenty, or over, he may
not haye an opportunity or feel h?
clined to learn either.
The reason why the smell of burnt
powder and smoke from fire-cracker
stumps is so grateful to boys is not
far to seek. It is the sudden force
shown in the explosion and the little
spice of danger as well as the noise
that pleases the youth. The origin of
firecrackers, according to Mr. W.
Woodville Rockhill, the Thibetan ex
plorer, is as follows:
Firecrackers were originally joints
of bamboo. They are made of paper
at present, but the Chinese name
"bamboo gun," shows what they were.
The bamboo crackers made a very
loudnoise like our "cannon crackers."
Perhaps the fragments of bamboo
flew about when they exploded, mak
ing them dangerous, so that paper was
substituted. In making bamboo
crackers the partitions in the joints of
the bamboo were pierced, powder sift
ed in and a fuse introduced. It is in
teresting to see the way the present
fire crackers, with their partitions of
clay, follow the old bamboo pattern
The chaplain of a man-of-war was
fond of catechising the young sailors,
much to their disgust.
"What is.your name?" he asked a
new arrival one day.
"Why, Jack Bowling, sir, to be,
"Who gave you that name?" pro
ceeded the chaplain.*
"My godfathers and godmothers,"
replied the man, going on to answer
the question correctly.
"What have your godfathers and
godmothers further done for you?"
"Well, sir," replied Jack', getting
tired of the lesson, "they promised to
do a great deal, and it's precious lit
tle they've done yet."
A Quiet Door.
^1y little df is very quiet
He's new known to rush
About the x»v,Tise in noisy riot,
Because he'r^aade^ plush.
DEFINITIONS OF A BABY.
Some Definitions Called Forth
The London Tit Bits recently of
fered a prize of two guineas for the
best definition of "a, baby". The fol
lowing was the winning definition.%
A tiny feather of love, dropped into
the sacred lap of motherhood.
The following is a selection from the
best descriptions offered:
The bachelor's horror, the mother's
treasure, and the despotic tyrant of
the most republican households?
A human flower untouched by the
finger of care.
The morning caller, noonday crawl
er, midnight brawler.
The magic spell by which the gods
transform a house into a home.
A miniature Atlas that bears the
whole world of wedded joys and cares
on its little shoulders.
Father's rival in mother's love.
A stranger with unspeakable cheek,
that enters a house without a stitch
to its back, and is received with open
arms by everyone.
The sapling of the tree from which
will be built the bulwarks of our na
tion's future greatness.
A bursting bud on the tree of life.
The only precious possession that
never excites envy.
A bold asserter of the rights of free
The human screech owl, whose
warbling sounds are demonical to
some, seraphic to many, and appeal
ing to all.
The best developer of the most
beautiful part of a woman's nature,
A tiny useless mortal, but without
which the world would soon be at a
The member 6f the family that
always cries when wanted to sleep,
that always sleeps when wanted to
keep awake, and invariably sulks
when wanted to show off.
The latest edition of humanity, of
which every couple think they possess
the finest copy.
A native of all countries, who speaks
the language of none.
An invention for keeping people
awake at night.
That which increases the mother's
toil, decreases the father's cash, and
serves as an alarm clock to the neigh
A mite of a thing that requires a
mighty lot of attention.
A diminutive specimen of perverse
humanity that could scarcely be en
dured if he belonged to someone else,
but being our own is a never tailing
treasury of delight.
A man or woman, making a start in
The unconscious mediator between
father and mother, and the focus of
False in One,
THE ENGLISH OF A LATIN PROVERB APPLIED TO
A CONCERN WHICH IS NOW IN BUSINESS.
documents to give it standing.
constructing a speaking machine.
A daylight charmer, and a midnight ...
About twenty-two inches of coo and
wriggle, writhe and scream, filled with
suction and testing apparatus for
milk, and automatic alarm to regu
late supply.-- '§£&£*•&& ri%-
A troublesome compendium of great
A quaint little craft called Inno
cence, laden with simplicity and love.
A wee little specimen of humanity,
whose winsome smile makeA. a go^r**
man think of the angels^ Jr J»»-
The sunbeam in the Bouse tfra'l
drives dull care away. *V
A curious bud of uncertain blossom.
A thing everybody thinks there is a
great deal too much fuss about, un
less it is their own.
A thing we are expected to kiss, and
look as 3 we enjoyed it.
The one thing needful to make a
There is only one perfect specimen
of a baby in existence, and every
motner is the happy possessor of it.
The smartest little craft afloat in
home's delightful bay.
A mite of humanity that will cry no
harder if a pin is stuck into him than
he will if the cat won't let him pull
A crying evil vou only aggravate by
A baby is a tiny drop in the vast
ocean of human life, capable of im
mense possibilities, and surrounded
by great mysteries.
A little stranger, with a free pass to
the heart's best affections.
The most extensive employer of fe
A padlock on the chain of love.
A soft bundle of love and troubld
which we cannot do without.
A rose with all its sweetest leaves
The sweetest thing God ever made
and forgot to give wings to.
A pleasure to two, a nuisance to
every other body, and a necessity to
An inhabitant of Lapland.
A king who, though his sinews are
only velvet, rules with a rod of iron,
making strong men quail before him
and women to answer and attend to
A key that opens the hearts of all
classes, rich or poor, in all countries.
That which makes home happier,
love stronger, patience greater, hands
busier, mghts longer, days shorter,
purses lighter, clothes shabbier, the
past forgotten, the future brighter.
The delightful tyrant who rules the
home, the mother darling and fath
er's pride, the cause of a thousand in
nocent joys, the blest pledge of matri
EMPRESS FREDERICK has offered hor nevr
chateau in Hes-je-Nas^au to her nephew,
Prmce Albert Victoi. as a place which
he may spend the honeymoon after his
marriage to Princess Yictoiia Marv, of
False in AIL
A Business started upon shams, must resort to shams, or
he Royal Baking Powder Company garbled official
For this it was publicly branded.
he Food and Dairy Commissioner of Ohio caught the
Royal Baking Powder Company in the act of misquotin his
report, to make its goods appear unadulterated.
he same Company stole the livery of the Board of
Healt of the State of Ne York and went on dress parade in
he Board exposed this. W the apparel was removed,
of course the deformity was left alone.
the Royal Baking Powder Company resorted t"
It called this machine A Governmen Chemist W
it mouthed its words to order, the Roya Company quoted the
same a passed them around. words represented he
Royal Bakin Powder as pure etc.
"Government is a stately word. Lik everything good,
it is abused by unscrupulous tricksters.
MAKE A NOTE.
re is no such office as that of Government Chemist
If a concern garbles official state papers, misquotes Boards
%oi Healt and Creates Official Mouth-pieces, for its own pur-
1 ^|pases^,what will it do in adulterating its goods?
,-^B Price7 stands a foe to impure goods and tricky
methods of advertising.
Dr. Price's Cream Baking Powder is the only Pure
Cream Tartar Baking Powder now to be obtained,
the thinking public are finding it out.