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IMIKAM AND MKMOltY.
I. I.Ike a radiant clou J of morn; Like dim music to a fane; Like n rose without a thorn; Like & fouoUIn without stain; Like the moonlight's silver gleam; Like an Imago In a stream, Are the dreams of love. Like sweet odors In the air, Like ttio light la Deauty's cje; Like the sky at evcnlcg ero Its aerial colors die; Like a solitary star, Uurntng steadfastly afar, Are the dreams of lore. ti. Like the mist upon a mountain ; Like a shadow from a cloud; Like the darkness o'er a fountain ; Like a raalicn In her shroud; Like a meteor's lonely light Falling through the depths of night, Are lovo's memories. Like a dream from which wo waken Tremulous with dark emotion; Like a heart forever shaken On the waves of sorrow's ocean; Llko whispered words with dying breath; Like klsies from the llpi of death, Are love's memories. lUUHrEI) AT LAST. Ho to gono thont There was no liopc! Ilia little cap, nml 6hoos, and jacket, found oil the bank where ho had laid them when ho went In to bathe silly child 1 had boon enough to con vince the mother that her missing boy was lost to hor. Yet it was closo to where tho river foil into tho sea, and whero tho tido was strong how, then, could she bono? Hut this latter nows, the finding ol this half-decayed body of n llttlo boy, which tho Under had boon obliged to bury at onco this was too plain to bd denied. Sho must (jive him up. Mrs. Boaufort closo 1 her doors and sat down in hor splendid mansion to mourn. Her servants carao and went around her, but she would seo no ono else. Her own kindred woro too far away, across tho ocean in tho now world, to como to hor; and sho had known thoso of hor husband's pooplo only during tho year that ho had been master of Beau fort Manor. Ho had boon separated from his friends, a houseless wanderer, and they had cared nothing for him, till old Mr. Beaufort, tho baoholor lord of the manor, dying, had, to their astonish ment and indignation, lofttho groat for tune which thoy had confidently ex pected would bo divided between two families nearest of kin, to scapegrace, wandering Bernard Beaufort. It was for this, then, that thoy had llattored and petted tho eccentric, crossold man! It was for this that thoy had lied to him over and over, and vowed that they ex pected nothing from 1dm, and wanted nothing, andcamoto seo only him, not tho manor. Thoy had borno his sar donic grius, whon ho listened to their falsehood, only that Bornard Boaufort, whom thoy hardly acknowledged for a rotation, and his American wifo, whom thoy had never acknowledged at all, nud their boy, should inherit Beaufort 'Manor and all tho old man's property, except tho 100 apicco which ho had mockingly bequeathed his two cousins and their twclvo children, all told. It was unboarabloi And all bocauso 'Bernard had had tho art to nnniohlsboy riilllp; after tho old man. Hod tot oach of his cousins a Philip her oldest? But ho said Philip had given him no no tico of tho naming, as thoy had; bad asked no christening presont; and that ''ho, tho old man, hnd hoard tho child's name only by accident. Thoreforo, it must have been named frcm somo rccol lection. When tho now heir and his wifo camo homo, tho rolations pocketed their wrath so far as to visit them. It was not worth while to shut themselves out of tho placo booauso it was not to bo theirs. Mrs. Boaulort astonished her now rel atives. Thoj expected to find a com mon porson; thoy found a lady moro highly brod and educated than them' solvos. An elegant form, habited with exquisite tasto; a classical face, purely palo; rich, dark hair; bright, darkoyes; admirably solf-posscsscd such was tho lady thoy wont to crltlclso and potronlzo. Scarcely had tho bereaved mother mournod tor her son a month when a lawyer's mlsslvo reached hor; and sho awoko to tho fact that it was not only her son who was lost, but tho heir of Beaufort Manor. The relatives and Tioirs had allowed hor to stay so long out of regard to hor feelings, nnd be causo thoy would rather she had pro posed so go, and thoy woro sorry sho had obliged them to romlnd hor that, by tho lato Philip Boaufort's will, tho property was to go to tho son of Bor nurd, and in oaso ho died childless, to bo dlvldod botwoen two cousins, tho older having tho manor for lh, tho oldest son' of tho youngor to Inhorit It at his, death. Tho childless widow roso up and went out of tho sorrowful homo that had boon hers but a year and a half. No sympa' thy nor kindness woro offered hor now. Thoy paid hor tho modorato provision that had boon assurod bor and said "good-bye," with no Invitation to re main or visit thorn. Sho was no longer nocossary to them, and thoy could ro- scnt her postcoldnoss. Eyon whon hor husband diod, six months after tholr coming to tho prop . crty, sho did not muoh sook tholr com' . panlonshjp, though thoy thon redoubled tlinlr nt.tnnilnn. nj tlinlr linnna In. creased. Bornard had boon an affootlonato but 'a dissipated husband; and if his wifo grloved for him It was not as ono with out hopo. Llttlo Philip, hor Idol, now two years old, was left her, and sho turned to him with all bor hoart. And now ho was gono! Throo years old, and so vcnlurcsomo! How had ho eluded servants nnd mother and play mates? Ho had dono so, In spito of ovory caro. The river running past their park had cntlcod him, and ho was gono. Every effort had been made, soarch, ndvortlsomonts.rowards offered, but in vain; nnd tho finding of that llt tlo body with I ho golden hair In curls nbout tho faco had satisfied hor. A curl had boon given tho mothor, nnd putting it sldo by sido with one sho had cut from Philip's head only a month bo foro, thoy could not bo told apart. Mrs. Beaufort did not return to America, as (hoy had oxpectcd. She could not loavo tho neighborhood whoro her darling's body lay, and whoro his Innocent soul had taken wing. Shut up in tlds secluded liouso, which to her was not a home, sho abandoned herself to pricf. But after n rear wai past sho was obliged to rouse herself. Hor health was falling, and tho good vleai, ono of her faithful friends, could no longer ro Irain from reproof. Mrs. Beaufort was not selfish, and sho was not Irreligious. At tho call sho lifted hor hoad, looked about tho world oufsldo hor rotreat, aud saw work enough to do. At that sight hor energy awoko, and sho laid asldo llor lamenta tions. But no ono could soo hor white, sad faco without being convinced that life had no charm for hor. , And so four yoars passed. Tho Beau- forts of tho manor had taken no notice of her; but somo of tho country families still visltod her, and sho had many friends. Har means woro small, but nil tho poor blessed her; for her kind word nud helping hand woro hotter than gold. No ono saw tho lonely night when sho wept and kissed thoso locks of goldon hair, and ga.3d attiio miulaturo of hor boy's face. Ono day tho widow had boon out on an orrand of mercy, and was strolling slowly homoward in tho solt, rich light of a Juno sunset. Tho blossoming hedges woro full of singing birds, tho trees bont over, tho air was silent and laden with sweet odors. As sho wnlkod slowly alon; tho road a strange gladness stirred In hor hoart; for something pleasant had happened that morning. Sho had met tho vicar that afternoon In hor visiting not for tho first timo, by any means, for Mr. Vernon was kind to tho poor, and was also a kind friend to thisboroavod lady. But somotuing now had shown Itself in his manner; or if not now, It was, at least, shown In a decided manner that seemed new. Tho Bev. Mr. Vernon had married oarly in life, and his wifo had lived but a few year3. His best frionds thought that tho loss said about tho latter tho bettor. Tho gentleman had been drawn Into tho marrlago at an ago when .he, should havo been at his studios, and it was a happy thing for him that tho companloushlp had been brief. He had not cared to repeat tho experiment. Vith a largo circlo of admiring friends, and quiet, well-kept house, ho snid to himself that ho would bo foolish to change And ho had not wished to chango till now. His sympathy had been aroused by tho sorrows of Iho lovely Mrs. Beaufort, and his tender ness by tho beauty of her character. But not until within a fow weeks had he known how deep that tondornoss nml sympathy woro, nor how sweet It would bo to havo that fair faco and form to adorn his homo, and bo forovor in his sight. To-day, for tho first timo, tho truth had broken out. It was but a word. Seeing her look paler than usual, the young clergyman had asked Impulsive ly, "Aro you ill, Alice?" It was tho first timo ho had called her by that na'mo, and the color flashod over his face as soon as tho words had passed his lips. But his bright eyes dwolton hor faco as ho oaw tho answer ing blush, the swcot, sudden smile, tho quick look up into his. oyes, thon tho drooping glance. "No, not ill," sho stammered, "I am very woll." Others camo noar, and both inter rupted and rollovod thorn. Enough had been said for that timo. But when thoy parted Mr. Vornon look her hand in gentlo clasp, and asked pormlsaion to como to seo hor soon, and thanked hor earnestly whon permission was accord ed. That was all, but it was onough to ohaugo all tho world for his tondor lonoly heart. 'How good ho Is to think of mo who havo nothing, whon so many youngor and riohor ladies would gladly havo had this preference!" "Thoro is a llttlo boy waiting to seo you, ma'taj'' tho servant said when sho ontercd tho cottage. "Ho has alottor for you." "Who Is ho?" Mrs. Boaufort asked, "Hols a stranger, ma'am, and a pret ty lad. I think ho Is a sailor liko, but a gontloman's son." You can sond him to mo," Mrs Boau fort said. Sho entered tho parlor, and In a fow moments tho mosBcngor stood boforo her. Sho merely glanced at him, scarce ly moving, as ho gavo her tho noto, and stood, cap in hand, boforo hor as sho road. It was written coarsoly by an Ignorant porson, and tho namo signed was that of a man-servant who had lived at tho manor whon sho had boon ousted, a ratainer of her husbands rollalves. It was datod Caloutta, and marked "Im portant." "Madam; I think you would do woll to adopt this boy as your son. Perhaps you will llko him almost as woll. Ho is a smart llttlo folfow, and has no bad habits, and ho has no fnthor. I havo known him Klnco ho was two years old. If you want any.moro Information, ask it of yours to command, Jonx Sladk." A slrango enough noto, presuming nnd Inexplicable. Sho dropped it and looked nt tho messenger, a straight, well-formed boy, with slondor hands nnd foot. His hair was light, and curled loosely liko othor hair sho had seen His largo violet oyes wcro llko othor oyes sho had Been boforo, his mouth, tho dlmplo in his chin, tho turn of tho hoad Sho gazod on him a moment, liko ono in a tranco, then started. "Heavens, boyl what Is your namo?" sho cried Who nro you?" "My namo Is Phil Phillips," ho an swored, with a smile that went to tho heart, with n voico that scthertremb ling. "I don't know who I am. I was picked up at sea when I was throo years old." "But this man, this John Slado, says ho know you at that timo," sho exclaim od, starting up. "And ho has been away only n year." "Yes," said tho boy looking with wonder to seo tho lndy ho agitated, "ho camo to seo mo in America, and took mo to Calcutta with him, and ho has been good to mo. He told mo that my father was dead, but my mothor was allvo, and thnt my namo was Phillip, but would not toll mo what olso. Ho said that you know who my mothoris. I want to find my mother," tho boy ad ded, tremulously. "I don't liko going about tho world so." What explanation could bo mado sho know not. But with a mothor's Intui tion sho know her long lost child. Sho kissed and questioned him; sho listened to a recital of all his recollections, and with ovory word her nssuranco grow stronger. His faint recollections of tho groat houso, tho pony carriago, of many a littlo incident which sho herself re called all wcro confirmation strong as proofs of Holy Writ. Tho noxt morning Mr. Vornon called to seo Mrs. Beaufort, ond boforo ho hnd been with her fifteen minutes thoy wcro engaged. "Oh, my doarost, my most truo and disinterested friend!" sho suddonly broko forth, "I havo such nows to toll you: I can keep it no longer. Say once again that you lovo and chooso mo poor aid nlono." Sho leaned on his arm, and looked beautiful, tearful eyes into his face. "I chooso you so, my lovo," ho said, "1 wont nothing with you." Sho loaned a moment on his shoulder, then gently dlsongagod herself from his cmbraeo, and, going to tho door of an inner room, opened it, and beckoned to somo ono there. A boy of seven or eight years of ago ran to catch and kiss her hand. Sho lod him to the vicar. "It is my llttlo Philip como back from the dead," she said, "and I ask you to loavo tho vlcarago for tho manor." No matter about proofs. Thoy were not wanting, and thoy wcro convincing. Tho Boaut'orts would own to nothing thoy only gavo up and went out of tho usurped Inheritance. But tho servant, John Slado, charged tho proprietor with having withhold from Mrs. Boaufort tho advertisement which described tho child that had been picked up at sea. "Wo did not bolievo that it was the child," thoy said, "and wo thought it would only agitate Alico unnecessari ly." It was a lamo excuso, but tho best thoy had. So Mrs. Boaulort went back to the great house, proudly leading hor son, and all the' peoplo bowed down to her and congratulated hor, of course And when tho clergyman, Mr. Vornon, loft tho parsonago to marry hor, tuoio than ono uoblo gentleman cursod his own stupidity in not having fallen iu lovo wilh tho widow whilo thoro was n chanco. The Tyranny of Buttons. Among all tho possible arguments for woman's natural inferiority to man tho only ono having real lorco has never bcon formulated; this Is hor mcok and unquestioning submission to buttons. Tho buttons of tho male habllimouts aro always coming off, notably boforo breakfast, whon tho average husbard is about as amiablo as a boar with a sore head. At this timo, If ho finds a button looso, ho gives It a "yank," and then looks about holplos3ly tor his victim, tho first woman coming into his fiold of vision. Ho hold stho button up boforo hor, says it has "como" oft, and sho Is expected to sow It on straightway. Gen erally tho vlotim is his wifo; and though tho baby may bo crying, and tho break fast preparations In nocd ot supervision whilo tho tyrant hlmsolf has nothing on earth to do but mako his toilet, and has moreover, sowing-materials right boforo him on tho bureau or dressing-tablo, ho nover rises to tho concoptlon of his posslblo compoterico to supply his own wants. Woman, In his oyos, is the pro ordained supervisor ot buttons; and a delicato consideration for hor rights and prerogatives is his motlvo for rologating tho task to hor; at least this Is tho way ho apologizos, whon In a playful mood, for his lack of doftness with tho neodUv whloh, as a rulo. is wholly tho fault of. tho women who had charge of his boy hood. Thoy should havo taught him to roplaoe tho buttons ho Is forovor wronoh mg off with his rudo fingorlng. One or two lessons about tho timo tho boy be gins to go to school, a llttlo work-box placod ln.hls room, coatalnlng noodlos, thread, two or three kinds of buttons, and an open-top thlmbjo, tlio only kind that over should bo worn, and tho problom Is solved for a llfotlmc; lor whatever ono In accustomed to do from childhood ono docs easily and dexter ously. Woraon havo shown tholr ca pacity for accomplishments nud attain ments supposed to bo exclusively mas culino. It is timo for a corresponding display of ambition and adaptability on tho part of men; and they cannot mako a better beginning than by learning to sow on their own buttons. Rojnl People They Had Met. Ourdctte in Darlington Hawkeyc. "Ono timo," tho man on tho wood box said, "I mot throo kings. I had only two llttlo jacks and two queens with mo, nnd I was compollcd to enter tain thoso monnrchs at an oxponso of S172 right on tho spot." "I mot a count under somewhat sln.i lar circumstances," said tho fat passcn ger; ''it was at a royal assemblage; Dom Pedro was there, and I had only a few royal personages to set oil a wholo cluster or plebeian ten-spots, and the count alono cost mo $11." "I was nt Bucking 'cm palace ono night," remarked tho tall, thin passen ger, "In Douvor. I bucked against tho royal Bengal tiger until 3 o'clock In tho morning, nnd ills majesty cost me ev ery thine I had, oven down to tho boots on my foot, so I went to my hotol in my arctics." "So much for Bucklug'cm," said tho cross passenger. "lou didn't know tho prints?" nuo- ricd tho man ou tho wood-box. "What prince?" asked tho tall, thin passenger. "Tho prints on tho cards," was tho reply. "No," said tho tall, thin passoncor. but I know tho marquis against mo ev ery timo." "It isn't so exciting, but it Is much cheaper, and safer," said tho sad pass enger, "to sit down a', a beer tablo and enjoy a llttlo dominoes with tho du chess.'' "You havo met tho duchess frequently then?" asked the cross passenger. "Thousands of times," said tho sad ono. "I nover sit down at a euchro party." romarked tho fat passenger, "without tho countess." "No indeed," they all murmured. "Tho counters duko three games out of fivo away from mo last night," said tho passenger with tho sandy goatee. "lnat was czard luck," remarked tho sad passenger. "That's what mado you rajah 'round so when you camo In this morning," said tho man on tho "wood-box. "I heard you mention tho shah, too." "1 was mad," replied tho passenger wilh the sultln' " "The cool what?" inquired tho cross passengor. "Eastorn sultan," replied tho doss- & engcr with tho sandy, goateo. And then tho fat passenger groaned and said ho gavo up hopo for such a man. And tho woman who talks bass suddenly looked up from under her blaok gloves aud wanted to know what under tho sun thoy were talking about. "Boyal peoplo wo havo mot." tlmldlv said tho bashful passenger, who got in at tho last station. Tho woman who talks bass snarled under her broath. "You rile everybody vou moot." sho said, and tho discussion wont out llko a korosono lamp in a breezy railway. A Yaluablo Coin. An export coin dcalor says tho most valuable modern coin is n Confederate States sllvor dollar, which is valued at 81,000. Thero were only a fow of thoso coins struck. Tho Conlodcrato Govern ment had the dlos mado and a fow coins wcro struck at tho Now Orloans Mint for tho inspection of tho Confederate officials. Thoy found, howovor, that thoy had no silver, nnd no moro wero coined. Joff Davis says ho had one of theso coins on his person whon ho was captured, but somo ono took possession of it he does not know who. Possibly it may bo in circulation yot as a genuine coin of the United States. Oao sido of tho coin was In faot mado witli a regu lar dlo used in tho Now Orloans Mint to strlko off United States silvor dollars. Tho other sldo was specially devised tor tho purpose Tho legend nsads: "Con fedorato States of America." Thoro Is a shield, with bars and soven stars, sur mounted by a llborty cap. Tho shield is inclosed by a wreath composed of cot ton and sugar stalks. In tho poljco court at Chicago, a wilo thus ingeniously explained away serious chargos of harsh treatment of her poor husband. "Ono day whon sho was run nlng aoross tho room, with a fork In her hand, ho jumped In tbo way and struck his wrist against tho fork, wrenching It from her grip by tho prong, which ho ran into his wrist. Then ho attempted to strlko her, but sho held up a pan of hot water between them, and ho spilled It all over his head, Then ho got still moro angry nt this accident, and started to 'jump. at hor, but his head camo against hor hand and ho foil down. Sho took hold of his hair to ralso him up, but It was so moistened by, tho hot wator that it camo off. Thon sho Eaw It was no uso to reason with him any longor, and sho loft tho houso." Thoy woro sitting sllontly by tho par lor fire, Intontly watching tho hands of tho olookas thoy slowly crawled around to tho biggest striktng placo. Sudden lysho saldi "Mr. Lordand, oan you toll mo why you aro llko a oontury plant?" Mr. L. norvously adjusted his eyo glass, wiggled about in his chair and stammered; Booauso I llvo for for forever? "No, you duueo; its bo eauso It takes you so long to loavo." CHILDREN'S CORNER., MISS LOI.I.lPOl"S IIOUSEHKKlMNa. WMe Awake. Miss Lollipop thought she must help To wash up the dishes and wipe oft the shelf, To brush oil the table and sweep up the floor, And clean off the stains from tho paint on tbo door. Sho put on her apron and pulled up htr sleeve Bho didn't want work that was only make believe; "For muzzers who've dot Tittle chllleDS,"sald the, "Must havo ylttle housekeckers; dat'swhat I'll be." 'Little Miss Lollipop went through tho room Whisked tho dust high with tho edge of her broom, Drake the poor cup which sho dropped on her floor, Left tho. paint twenty times worse than be fore. Spattered nnd splashed but O! how could I chldo The little heart swelling with sweet helpful pride t "For how would my niuzzer be able," said she, 'To get fro her work If she didn't havo me!" Dearer tho lovo In tho sunny bluo eyes, Than the dust sho Is raising which fades as It flics; Dcttcr to mtcs the bctt cup on tho shelf, Than chill the door heart which Is giving It self. Dear little Lollipop Wo aro like you, Spoiling the work wo aro trying to do Dut surely tho Father, wholovcsus, will hcod, And take In his kindness the will for the doed I AClilltl'M Victory. nv c. n. IIrper' ToanK Tocplc. On tho rug boloro tho open firo sat Pussio, her head against hor Aunt' kneo, hor Skyo In hor arras a picture of con tent. After n silenco of nt loast two minutes sho drow along breath so long that Aunt Kitty lnguhod, and asked hor what tho matter was. With a good deal of hositatton tho lit tlo girl answorcd, in a very sad voico, "Bccauso it is almost timo to go to bed." "Pussio, why don't you liko to go to bed?" "Bccauso bccauso I don't want to say." "Thon I will toll you why. Shall I, dear?" 'Oh, auntie, you don't know. You can not even guess why." Aunt Kitty stooped over nnd whisper ed somothlng, which had tho effect of bringing Pussio on her feet, as sho ex claimed, "Why! how dll you know?" I onco was a llttlo girl mysolf, Icar?" "Oh yes, I know; but then you nover folt as I fool about tho dark." "Don't bo too suro of anything, llttlo ono. Wnat woulit you say If I told you that I found out your foar of tho dark just bccauso I used to feel just as you do now?" Still Incredulous, Pit3slo shook hor head saying. "But when did It go away? You aro not afraid of anything now?" "Como horo, and I will toll you," nnd taking tho child on her kneo, Aunt Kathorino told hor 1 iltlo story of her own lifo. "When I was a child 1 was as timid as a haro. I was vory shy; I did not like strnngrrs, and I did not caro for companions ot my own ago. I was per fectly happy with my mothor and fathor and my boloved dolls. Now you seo you havo tho advantage of mo, for you aro not shy, you aro fond of llttlo girls and boys, and thon, too, you havo your dogs nnd your pony Now I was so afraid of a dog that tho sight of one, as far off as I could seo him, filled mo with such terror that I instinctively drew up my small legs, and thon took to my heels. I was so afraid of a worm that I havo gono a wholo block out of tho way to avoid passing ono. I am afraid, Pussio. that I was a born coward, but nothing was so absolutely awful to soo as tho dark. A familiar room was bad enough when unllghtod, but ono that was unoccupied was to mo tho most truly horrible placo that could bo con ceived of. Tho windows; with tholr dis tinctly defined sashes, woro enooftho most frightful features to mo, and I ro- member lying awnko at night and sco- ing tho four or eight white squares in tho darkness, nnd.trembling with foar of what I did not know." And Miss4ProceS9lons of groat length and noisy Kathorino hoard a llttlo murmur. "Oh, Anntle, It always frightened mo so! I am gladltlrightonedyouto." And with a closor cuddlo sho says, "Ploaso, goon." ' Onco my father spoke to mo about it, reasoning with mo most lovingly and tenderly, nover uttering one word m ridicule or of rop roach, tolling mo tjht no ono elso could holp mo in ovorcMn lag tho dread of darkness, but thft I inlght conquer it myself; I uscl to wonder if I should evor fool as ho did about it, aud bo as bravo as ho was im ovory way, "Somo littlo whon I was about' old an idea flashed and I will toll you "It was just : six nnd soven o'clock, and at this season of tho year, when I rondo up my mind to oxploro tho whole houso In tho dartc. Sir John Franklin and Dr. Kano (you remember I was tolling you about them only last night?) could not havo bad a firmer conviction ot tho dangers they woro braving than I had at. that mo mont. Tho Dark was quito as unknown a roglon to mo as tho north polo to them, nnd tot thick with terrible rlBks and perils; but having maOo up my mind to dolt, tho possibility of retreat did not ooour to mo, for I remember I felt as it it wpro a sort of duty, a promise to my fathor;' so I walkod oufof tha room whoro nil tho family woro sitting by tho lire-light, aud hogan to go up I timo passed nwt, and- toven or clglfyoara- though mvflbraln, what r did. I ibout this hour, lAlwcon tho llrst.fllghUcf stairs in tho back part of tho houso unltah'ted savo by a ground-glass window, tnrough which the hall, lamp throw a dim light. I had mado up my mi.id to begin with tho worst, and went steadily up, ono, two, thrco, four flights nf stairs; tho last lod to tho attic, divided into two rooms tho outer ono finUiod but never oo cnpled, tho inner one unfinished, nnd oaoh lighted by n window in tho roof, and communicating by a llttlo door, so low Hint, small as I was, I could not stand upright in passing through. In utter darkutss I climbed tho stoop stairs, closing tho door nt the foot, and nt last found mysolf groping my way Into tho Inner attic I had just described. Thon on my hands and knees I crawled un der tho oaves, broathless and trembling; I left no cornor unoxplorod. I rcmom bor golug back moro than onco to bo suro that I had not 'shrinked.' In this way I went into every room, crawling under ovory bod, which was nu especial horror to mo; I didn't know why do you, Pussio?" "Oh auutio, it is dreadful under tho bods!" "But what is it you aro afraid of? Aro you afraid that somo ono is concealed who will hurt; you?" "No, indood; I don't know what It is, but I always fool that something is hid den thoro, auntio somothlng aw ful." "Woll, Pussio, so did I, and as I crawled out from each bod I felt I had a narrow escapc.oxpoct Ing tho noxt would revcnl tho dreadful thing. And all this timo tho windows seemed to grinnt mo; but I thought of my l'nthor, and of his telling mo that I could 'conquer If I only tried,' and I wont on, dosing tho door of overy room as I wont In, going faithfully into ovory closot, nnd fooling with my hands under overy pleco of furniture which was not sot closo to tho floor. It was such a long timo to met I felt as if I had not scon my father and mothor for hours; but at last I began to fcol that I was near tho ond, nnd I recall going bnck nnd exploring for tho second timo tho unknown region undor tho last bed, bccauso I folt in my heart that I had not boon honest about it. I was conscious thnt tho loft corner nearest tho window had not been really Investi gated. At last it was finishod, and I can romomber how I felt whon I peu cd tho door of the room whoro tho oth ors woro laughing and talking, with bright lights nnd tho firo I can ro mem ber my bewildered fooling; as If waking from sleop, and tho sonsation of having boon saved from somothlng; and when ray fathor put his hand out to mo and drew mo to his side, asking whoro his littlo girl had boon all tho timo, and I cuddled up to him as you aro doing now, dcario, I was so happy as I whis pered back so softly that nono of tho rest could hear. 'I have been ovory whoro in tho dark, undor tho bods and all.' 1 shall novor forgot tho look ho gavo mo as ho drow mo closer to him, and kissed mo, and whispering back, "My bravo littlo glrlt" And whon by-aud-by my mother's lovely oyes beamed upon mo as sho stooped and kissed mo, I folt qulto repaid for all my distress, and, my darling, I never aftorwards sufferod In tho samo way. Of, courso I had littlo thrills and panics, but only for n momont. 11 could always fond thom away whon I thought of my fath er's kls. If I had any courage, it is duo to my dear father's-loving reasoning, to his patlonco nnd his sympathy." Both arms woro round Miss Kathar ine's neck, nndi Pussio said, gently, "Auntio, I will try." And sho aid try, and did conquer-her foolish lears so thoroughly that the dark has lost its terrors for her, and a braver littlo girl oan not bo found in the country. IIOJ-H. Somo poop!o imaglno that' tho world was mado for men. All a mistako; it was simply Intended for boys, to amuso the'msolvcs in. Who onjbys life oxcept tho boy, if wo oxcept nn occasional girl or two? Nobody. Grown-up folks try to. think thoy do, and somo renlly im aglno thoy do, but thoy uro mistaken. Mjm work themselves up into a fover of excitement over an election. They hold mass-mcotlngs and got up torch-Hght roar,, but do thoy got any fun out of it? Not a bit. It Is tho boys on tho outside who do that. Thoy aro tho ones who build tho bonfires on street corners, and thoy, do a largo sharo of the hurrah ing. Men in a possession movo along as solomnly as though they wero going to tholr own funeral, if such n thlcg woro possible, but the boy who observes thoin from tho curb-stone or who trots along oloso to tho drum-major, is nil animation nnd joy. Ho takes it all in, land1 is tho freshost ono in tho party whon tho tramp Is complotod, no mat ter how long ho.is In passing a raultl tudo of given points. No ono gots such koon enjoyment out of a play as the gallery god- And all olreusos In tho country nro gotten up with nn eyo stnglo to his speolal amusement. If wo could bo a girl again wo would bo a boy. A. Pxlnccly Hoy. In tho palaco of a small Gorman cap ital a.Govman duohess, distinguished for hor good sonao and kindness of heart, was- colobrating hor birthday. Tho court congratulations were over, nnd the lady retired from tho secno of festivity to, tho seclusion of hor private roora Presently sho hoard light foot- stops coming up tho stairs. "Ahl" sho said, "thoro nro my two littlo grandsons coming, to congratulate xno." 'Two rosy lads, ton, nnd twolvo yoars of, ago, pamo in, ono namod Albert, tho other ErnostN They affectionately greeted tho duchess, who gavo each of thom tho customary present of ten louls d'or (about $18) nnd rolatod to thom tho following suggesllvo anecdote: "Thco onco lived an Emporor in omo who used to say that no ono should go away sorrowing from nn in terview with a prlnco. Ho was always doing go&d and caring lor his people, and when, ono evening atsuppor, ho ro memborod that ho had not dononn'aot of kindness to any ono during tho day, ho oxclalmod, with regret and sorrow. 'My frionds, I havo lost a day,' My childron, tako this omporor for your model, and llvo in n prlncoly way llko him." Tho boys wont down tho stairs do lighted. At tho palaco gato thoy mot a poor woman, wrinkled and old, and bowed down with troublo." "Ah, my good young gontlomon," said sho, "bestow a triilo on an aged creature. My cottngo is going to bo sold for a debt, and I shall not havo nny whoro to lay my head. My goat, tho only meaus of support I have, has bcon seized; pity an old woman and bo char itable" Ernest assured hor that ho hadn't any chango and passodon. Albort hesitated. Ho thought a momont of her ploading look nnd toars camo to his eyes. Tho story of tho Roman Emperor camo into his m'nd. Ho took from his purso tho wholo of tho ten louls d'or nnd gavo thom to tho woman. Turning away with n heart light nnd satisfied, ho loft tho old woman, wooplng for joy. Tho boy was Prlnco Albert, ol England, justly callod "Albort tho Good," and aftorward tho husband of Queen Vic toria." Ho Is nu Ass. Wheeling Leader. If humanity conllnuos ns gulllblo as it has shown itself in tho Inst fow yoars, wo shall advocato a now kind of school prlmor in order thnt.pooplo may loam in tholr childhood what you can't boat Into somo of thom with a tripharamor, even whon thoy aro old onough to go to Congress. Ono losson wo should advocato hav ing fixod up In somothlng after this stylo: "What is thrco card monto?" "It is n bad, bad game" "Who plays thrco card monto?" "Ono man who looks llko a farmer. Ono man who looks liko a now-school philosopher." "Can two play this gamo?" "Yes, my child. Even four can play at this game" "What does the fourth mnn do?" "Ho gots loft, my child. Ho gots badly left. Ho loses all his monoy. Ho pulls his hair and uses wicked words." "Thon tho fourth man Is an ass for playing." "Ho is an ass." New Uso for Saw-Dust. Tho Zwtti&eroiausavs: Wo havo boon shown a modol of a car whool consist ing of an iron rim of sovon inches out ward diamotor ono half inch thick, fit ted with a well-proportioned hub tho spaco between tho hub and rim filled with plno saw-dust, pressed In so solldlv thnt wo aro ready to bellovo tho asser tion mat resting tuo Iron beams upon boarlngs, a pressure equal to 23 tons applied to tho hub failed to dovolop any signs of woakness. Wo hesltato in theso days of progress to- assort that anything is impossible, and wo besln to think that oven saw-dust possesses ele ments of valuo hithorto- unsuspected, ana that tne Uay may come when tho filled irrounds adiaoont to saw-mills mav bo seen to havo a groat value in the me chanical dovelopmont and utlliiation of tho now useless debris placed unon thnm to got it out of tho way. Saw-dust car wneois, snw-uust Mick, saw-dust fence posts, railroad tlos, and oven saw-dust window and door frames; walnscoatlng and moldings, bggln to appear among A Wood-Splitting Machine. A novelty In mechanics is a wood splitting maohlno. It acts exactly upon tho gulllotino principle An enormous axe, weighing, with its fixtures, 200 pounds, runs up and down betwoon two uprights, and Is controlled bv a pair of levers. As tho section of a log drops irom tno buzz.saw, it roils down an In- olino to the splitter. Hero a woikman places it undor tho axo, which, doscond ing, splits it with almost incredible oaso and dispatch.. Tho toughost and knot tiest "old sottors," whloh it would tako a man a half a. week to split with an or dinary axe, aro disposed of in a soeond. ino rapiuity witu watch It, works may bo imagined from tho faot that it can split wood aa.fast as it can bo sawod in tno mm. nuoos as muoh work in a glvon time- as 20 men could accom plish. Yfeero the LuinbA (Joes. Ever? now settlor xiMm tho fortlln prarles, says tho Northwestern Lumber man, zaeauTonognoro njftled to tho vast army of luuTbor consumed ono mom now houso to bo built', ono moro barn, one moro 40 noroof land to be fenced, ono moro and perhaps a dozon corn cribs noedod. But it moans moro; it means an oxtonslon ot railroad linea wh tho vast consumption of lumber consequent thereupon, it means an ad ditional ineontlvo to othor projected sottlors to take farms near the first condor; Id moans churches, school houses and stores, sidowalks, pavodetrootaand manufacturers, and it moans nowohan nols ol enterprise constantly oponlng whloh add to tho yearly inoroaslng de mand for lumber. Theso explain what booomes, of tho enormous amount of lumber whloli the sawmills of tha Northwest nio yearly grinding out.