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Bf DOBYKS A CO. KKOON. ! MO Tin: hound or i. h i:. 'Cli.tinlv r' Jiinrml Two chlldren'down by the shining strand, Willi ()h as Mite ns the summer sea, While tin- sinking sun till nil the land Willi tin' glow of u golden mystery, Laughing aloud at the scamew'scry, Halng Itli Joy on Its snowy breast, Till tlic llrt star looks from the evening sky, Atnl the .unhvr tinea stretch over the west. A soft green itclt by the breezy shore, A sailor ;inj n maiden fulr ; lt.uul rtaped In hand, while the talei f yore Is borne again nn the listening air. For love l young.though love be old, Andlo'i' alone the heart can till; And the dear old t.ilo that has liecti told In the d is cone by la sikin still. A trlm-imilt home on a sheltered bav, A wife l.KUlms out on the glistening sea ! A jirayer for the loved one far away, And prattling Im;' lienth the old roof-trcc: A lifted latch and a radhfnt face Hy the .ioii door In the falling night : A w'elcomo borne and n warm emhr.ue From tin" Inu-of Ms J"Uth and his children br.ght. An aired in in In an old arm-chair; A golden tight from the wetcrn sky; Ills Wife 'iy hl side, with her silvered hair, And the pn Hoot, of find close by. Sweet on '.U- ly the gloaming lull, And bright Is the L'l iw of tlie Cvenl-g star: Hut deurvl to tlicin ate tin' Jisjier walls And the gulden streets of the J.and afar. An old hiiichynrd on the green hlll!dc, Two lying still In their ninceful lest : The fishermen's boats going out with the tide In the (toy slow of the nmlivr west. Children's laughter and old men's sighs, Thuiilg'ut that follow the morning clear, A ralnliw iridging our daiketied skies, Are the -mud if our lives from year to year I PATH Kit COKNI LLES SECHET. l'rom Hi" t reu.liof AIlio' HamM. Father Cornlllo. thu miller, had lived' for sixty yoars among Ills wheat and Hour. Steam mills lind nearly driven hint mad. and (or ono entire) week after tlieir uii'.vek'oino "appearance tlm old man had run about the village streets like 0:10 suddenly bereft of reason, loudly aborting Hint till Provcnco would be poi.oncd by tho Hour ground in thec ti"'v devll-bewltchcd machines: but, nlas! qu'to unheeded by tho care, less crowd. At last, rendered dospor. nto through misery, tho old man shut himself up in his deserted mill, living there alone, quite like a wild beast in hid den. Ho even refused to have with him lit. granddaughter, Vivotto, a sweet girl of liftecn years, who, since tho doath of hor parents, had no other protector in tho wide world. Tho poor child w.n thus obliged to earn her own living, an. I to biro herself out among neighboring farms for seed-sowing, harvest, or tho gathering in of olive crop-, lint, in spite of his strange con duet, tlio old grandfather scorned ten dorly at'aclied to tho cirl, nnd it wns .by no means a raru oeeurronco for him to ti av : eight wcarv miles on foot. scorched by tho burning sun of mid huiumet. only to too his. child at tho farm wliuro she was laboring, and to li'ston to tho tones of her fresh young voice, whllo tears gathered slowly in his dl in eyes, and his wrinkled hand shook sadly as it rested in blessing on her head. For a long time past no ono in tho village had carried him wheat to grind, tut nevertheless tlio hugo wings of his null turned briskly and merrily nil day I'jsig, procliolyas In the old hap py time Often In tho dusk of early ovcnln.. tun old miller wns to bo seen on tho country ivads; driving his mulo before him, heavily laden with well tilled satUs of llour. Ono lino day Franeet Mutual, tho old piper, sudden ly opened his oyes to tho astonishln fact that his eldest son and Cornlllo's pretty grandchild, littlo Vivotto, had taken thu liberty of falling in lovo with each ot'aor. Frnnoot considered It wis or, befo-J tlio allair progressed further, to demand tho mlllor'a approval and consent; aud with this end In view ho Matted at onco for tho mill to beg a conversation with tho old grandfather. Tho miller shouted to him fiom tlio other sldo of tlio door to roturn to his fife-playing, und if ho wished to lind a wifo for his boy, to seok ono among tho lasses at tlio now stoam mills. Tho noor pltmr returned to tho village to toll tho voting people of ids failure Tho poor things coulu scarcoly credit the ctuoity and gained permission of the plpsr to go thomsolvos to tho mill and a'.temyl to soften tho hoartof tho toirib'o grandfather, Cornlllo. A fow moment.) beforo tholr nrrlval Father Cornlllo lind lift the mill. Onco Inside, bttango j telato, tho largo upper room was empty quito cmnty. Not a slnglo sack win to bo soen; not a grain of wheat. Tlio .smaller room bolow had tho same appearanco of misery and desolation. In ono comer woro threo or four torn sacks, from tho Iiolos of whloh escaped a fow small stones and a thin stream of tino wluto earth. This, then, wu.i Father Cornlllo's secret! The woli tilled sacks with which ho dailv loaded Ids patient mule, contain.' cd only rubbish and bits of broken pla-ter and all this t: savo tho honor of hU beloved mill. iho new-fashion od stoam mill had long since robbed him of hia last qustonior; and, although -tlio bmy wings tlow merrily from morn ing until night, tho patient wheel turn od wearily upon nothing. Tho lovors returnod.to tell what thoyhad disoovor- od, both weeping bitterly. Without loss of titnu tho old pipor How to tlio houses of tlio different nolghborsto no quaint thorn with tho nowly-dlscovored facts, and consult with thorn as to what was best to bo done. It was pilokly dooldod to collect all tho wheat yet roma nlugiu thosovoral barns, and carry at onco to Cornlllo's nii.il Soon tlio wholo vlllago joined in tho procosslon, which speedily arrived nt tho mill, nccompanled by a long string of mulos, cacli ladon with bursting saoks of wheat roal wltoat this timo. llcforo tho door sat lather Cornlllo upon ono of his torn sacks of plaster, his gray head burlod In his hands, and hot tears falling thickly from between his withered lingers. "Alas! wretched old man that I mn," ho moaned, "thorn is nothing left mo but to die. My mill Is dishonored, my secret dis covered!" and his bitter sobs wrung tho very souls of his sliiiplo-nilnded listen ers, who understood, too Into, that to tho old miller his mill had been ns a fondly loved clitld, whoio dishonor was bowing his white hair to tho very dust. At that instant tlio villagers criod out cheerily, ns In tho good old days: "Halloa, mlllor! halloo, Father Cor nlllo!" nnd befoio tho mmuiiI of tholr gay voices hud died away, a groat pllo of sacks stood upon tho stonos beforo tlio door, all brimming over with beau tiful red wheat, which covered tho ground on every side. Father Cornlllo lifted his head, and slowly rubbing hN tear-dininind oyes, looked nbout him in utter bewilderment. Then, rising from his seat, ho seized greedily a handful of wheat, and turning It over In his with ered palm, muttered, half laughing and half crying: "es,ycs, it Is wheat, real wheat, Oil! my good Lord! Hi pe, real wheat. (!ivo It to mo, let mo touch it, to bo quite, qullo sure!" Then, look ing nt lipoid friends with reproachful gaze, tlio poor man ntlded iiaii trium phantly: "Al.lyes, 1 know well that in tlmo you would return to me, ovory ono if you; those rascals at tlio steam-mills aro poisoners and thieves. Hnvo not said so from the ilrat? And did I not do my best to provent you going to them?" In tho first nrdor of tholr sympathy jnd self-reproach, tho neigh bors would havo homo Cornlllo in tri umph to tho vlllago mounted upon thoir shoulders; but tho old man shook his head, und said with a pathetic smile: No, no, my good friends; a thousand thanks for -ho honor you would do mo, but I can do nothing until I hnvo fed my mill. Kcmcmbcr how long It is slnco tho poor thing lm tasted food!" Aud thcio was noti.noyo but filled with tears to seo tho poor old miller's happy fact, as ho stood among Ids sacks and turned busily from ono to another as ho emptied them each In turn, his gano fixed upon tho great wheel as it revolv ed slowly, crushing tlio ripo wheat and sending high up to tho ceilings a cloud of whito dust whic awoko tho spiders from their nan. It is only iustico to tho vilagers to add that from that day to tho last hour of his llf i tho old mlllor was never again allowed to lack work; but when ono bright ruoining Cornillo died, and tlio wings of hia botoved mill eoascd to turn In tho summer air, they wore permitted to rest for over. Their labor had ceased with tho old man's life. Pioneers. John A. Hull, of Hoono, writes to tho Stato liegtster concerning pioneers in that county as follows: John M. Wane, residing on n well stocked and woll-tllled farm two miles north of Hoono, was a typo in tho Ualti- nioro American ollico when the corner. stono of tho Baltimore & Ohio railroad was laid, and hoard tho speech of ono of tho Adams' on that important occa sion. Tho "boss" gavo each of tho boys in tho ollico a holiday, n railroad pass and ono do'dar, and bado thorn go on tho oxcursion. Mr. Wnnoand others of thorn wont; tho run wns from ISaltl- moro to KUlcotl's Mills, twelve miles out, nnd this was tho first train run by steam in this country. Tho onglno did not work very well, nnd tho boys walk ed back from tho mills ahead of tho train. Mr. Wano learned tho art "pro servativo in tho Now York Tribune ollicp, aud has often dociphcred tho "Greek aud turkey traoks" of him of tho "old whito hat." I.atoi, Mr. Wano worked in tho National Intelligencer ollico, and often looked in tho "old sonato" when Wobstor, Clay and Cal houn woro there. Ho is still straight and halo, bidding fairly for many win tors yot. Also, B. C. Payno, who was discharg ed from the Virginia militia in tho war of 1812-14, rooitos that ho had "satis factorily performed a tour of servloo in Col. Madison's command," and who stood on Arlington Heights and looked across tho Potomao nt tho llamos whon Paoklnghnm destroyed tlio publio build lags, oto. In our capital was a passon gor on tho first steamboat that success fully navigated our waters. Fulton nnd hisfriondf1, voxod nnd harrns lod bylaw suits in Now York, had abandoned tho Hudson and sought tho Potomao for furthor trial of tho poworof steam. Mr Payno was thon "tho boy" at a tavern in Dumfrecs, Va., und managed to got aboard for tho trip up to Alexandria and return. "Tho boat," ho says, was "moro liko a log sled than tho boats of to-day." Mr. Payno has lately quit farming and moved to town to "wait till tho shadows grow longer," nnd is now fcoblo and bent with yoars. Both theso men uro plonoors here. Strango thoy both disllko to bo mon tlonod in theso connections, nnd nro rotlccntwhon interviewed, so that much of thoir stories of tho olden times will go down in family tradition nlono. It is right thatlsuoh tuonXnndninttors be montloned now and thon. Tho most ancient muuusoripts aro written without aoconts, stops, or hopa ratlon betwoon tlio words, nor was It until nftor tho nlntlfoontury that copy ists began to louvo spaces between words. luflueuco of tho Soli on Health. Popular Science Monthly. Tho Inlliicnco of tho health of thoso living upon it is brought out very plnkily during tho provalonco of opl dimio dl eases. That malarial dis ease's, liko Intermittent fovors, originate from tho soil, 1j nlready accepted; and tho moro p xact .studies in recent times of tho manner In which cholera, abdom inal typhus, yellow fovcr, and the plaguo aro spread, has convluccd many that theso diseases, also, which woro foitucrly considered independent of tho soil, bo causo thoir spocitlo germs aro commit nicablo nnd nro actually communicated by human Intercourse and trade, aro still In somo way connected with it, although tho naturo of tho concoction Is yet to ho found out. Tho explanation of tho frequent sharply defined local limitations of cholera nnd typhoid has boon sought first, In Inlliteiices not of soli but of wator and air, to which the germs of disease havo benn itnpnitcd from men; but a clear and impartial examination of tho local prevalence of theso diseases in circles of grer.tsr or lesseroxtout, has now furnished ovidenco that in many cases air and water can no longer bo maintained to bo tho causes of the localization, but that tho sources of tho epidemic must bo sought in the toil. In tho occurrence of cholera on ships nt sen, where any lulluouco of toll would ficcm to bo absolutely out of tho question, Hint Inlluenco often makes itself npparent in a striking mnnner by tho fact that only porsons who havo eomo from certain places aro attacked, whllo other porsons on tho ships do not oven havo adlnrrluvn, although thov aro all tho tlmo with tho sick, nnd mo tho simo food and water and nlr. Ships at sea may bo considered n3 In thomselvcs safe from cholera; usually sickness brought upon them In individual cases dirs out; and it is regarded in seafaring practico as nn excellent prophylactic mo.rsuro to go to s.oa, taking tho sick along and breaking up nil commuulca Uon of tho mon with tho infected port or frlioro. Kxceptionnl cases of ep idemics breaking out on ships cannot bo regarded as nrising from contagion from person to person, but always from pluvious comuiuuii'atiun of tlio ship or its crow or passengers with somo place infected with tho disease. Af tho Polleo Court. 11V W. II. 1IOWTIXS. January Ailinllc. Tho witnesses woro generally more interesting thnu the parties to tho suits, I thought, and L could not get tired of my fellow-spectators, I supposo, if I wont a great many times. I liked t consldor tho hungry gravity of their countenances, as thoy listened to tho facts elicited, nnd to speculate as to the ultimate ctrcct upon thoir moral natures or . their immoral natures of tho gr.ss nud palpable shocks dally impart ed to them by tho details of vico nnd crime I havo tried to treat ruy material lightly and entertainingly, as a true re porter should, but I would not havo my reader supposo that I did not feol tho essential cruelty of an exhibition that toro Its poor rags from all that squalid shamo, and its mask from all that lying, cowering guilt, or did not suspect how it must harden and do pravo thoso whom it daily entertained. As I dwelt upon the dull visages of tho spectators, certain spectacles vaguely related themselves to what I saw: tho wonion who sat and knitted at tlio sos slons of tho revolutionary tribunals of "Paris, and overwhelmed with their clamor tho judges' fcoblo impulses to mercy; tho roaring populaco at tho Span bull-light and tlio Homan arona, Horo tho samo olomonts woro haul sn absoluto slloneo debarred ovon from "conversation" but it was imposslblo not to feel that hero In degreo woro tho conditions that trained mon to demand blood, to ravo for thn gulllotino, to turn down tho tho thumb. This procession of misdeeds, passing under tholr oyes dny after day, must loavu a miasm of moral death holuuil it, which no prison or workhouse can hereafter euro. Wo nil know that tho genius of our law is publicity; but it may bo questioned whothor c: iminal trials may not bo as profitably kept privato as hangings, tho popular attendanco on which was onco supposed to bo a bulwark of religion and morality. Not that thoro was any avoidablo bni' tnlity, or oven indocoirum, in tho con duct of thu trials that I saw. A spado was nocossarily called a spado; but it seemed to mo that with all tho waste of timo and forolgn alloy tho old Puritan seriousness was making itself folt cvon hero, nnd subduing the touo of thn pro coduro to a grave ilocenoy consonant with tho inquiries of justico. lor it was roally justico that was administered, so far as I could eco; and justico that wns by no moans blind, but very opon-oyei and keen-sight od. The causes woro do cided by ono man, from ovidonco usual ly extracted out of writhing roluctanco or abysmal stupidity, aud tho judgment must bu lormod and tho sontonco given where tho m: glstrato sat, amid tho con fusion of tho crowded room. Yet, ox. cent in tho oaso of my poor thief, I tilt not soo him hesltato; and I did not doubt his wisdom I am far from pronouncing his sontonco unjust oven in Hint case His decisions seemed to mo tho result of most patient nnd wonderfully rapid cog llation, nud In doallng with tho wit nesses ho novorlost his temper amid densities of dullness which It is qulto imposslblo to do moro than ludleato. If it woro necessary, for example, to estab lish tho fact that a handkerchief was white, it was not to l:o dono without somo such colloquy as this: "Was It a whllo hnndkorchlof?" "SorP1 "Wns tho handkerchief whito?" "Was it whito, sorP" "Yes, was It whltoP" "Was what whito, gor?" "Tho handkerchief wns tho hand kerchief white?" "What han.lkorclof, sor?" "Tho handkerchief you just men tioned tho handkerchief Hint tlio de fendant droppod.v "I didn't soo it, sor." "Didn't sco tho handkerchief ?" "Didn't see him drop it, sor." "Well, did you sco tho handkor chiofP" "Tho handkerchief, ForP Oh, yos, sort saw It I saw tho hanttta'cM'f. "Wll, was It while?" "It was, sor." A boy who complained of another for assaulting him said that ho knocked him down. "How did ho knock you down?" nskod tho judge. "Did ho knock you down with hlslHlor his open hand?" "Yes, sor. ' "Which didhodoltwithP" "Put his arms round mo nnd knocked mo down." "Then ho didn't knock you down. Ho threw you down." "Yos, sor. Ho didn't t'rnw mo down. Put his arms round mo aud knocked mo down." It would bo impossible to onricatura thoso things, or to exaggerato tho char itable long-suflering that dealt with such oasis. Sometimes, as If in mere despair, tho judge called tho parties to him, nnd questioned thorn privately; after which tlio caso seemed to bo set tled, without furthor trial. The Romanca ot tho Princess Louise, New Yoik times. When tho cngagonient of tho Alarqjis of Lorno to the Princess Louiso was an nounced it oxclted in Kugland vory groat surprise. Among tho higher no bility tho nlfair was generally thought a blunder, but no sort of jealousy arose, becanso nn nllianco with royalty was not by any means regarded us ono to bo desired. Tho "truo inwardness" of tho marriage Is known only to n very fow, but thoro is scarce n doubt that it was largely duo to a deslro to entirely wean tho Princess from an attachment which sho had formed for n gentleman whoso position was such ns to preclude tdl ideas of her marrying him, unless prece dent aud otiquotto wcro to bo entirely sot aside At tlio present time, lifo in Qucon Victoria's homo is by no means a gay and fosMvo affair, but is gaycty itiolf compared with what it was for several years after tho Princo Consort's doath. Jso young ladles in Kngland cd during that porlod a duller oxistenco than tho Queen's daughter. At that tlmo tho studios of Princo Leopold woro directed by Uio Rev. Robertson Duck worth. Mr. Duckworth, son of a highly respected Liverpool merchant, had been educated at University College, Oxford, whero Dr. Stanley was for many yoars tiuor. University is almost opposite Queens, and tho thon Provost of Quoon3 was Dr. Thomson, whoso wifo was tlio prettiest nnd most nttraotivo womnn in Oxford. Fond of society nnd music, Mrs. Thomson soon recognized in Mr. Duckworth, who had good looks and a charming volco, a valuablo addition to hor circle, nnd ho becamo as groat a favorlto with hor husband, now Arch bishop of York, ns with lit rself. Dr. Thomson was tho most intimato friend of Max Mullor, tho philologist, who, ns well ns Dr. Thomson woro intimato with Donn Stanley, nnd thus it enmo about that thoir young favorito, Mr. Duck. worth, was rocommonucd as govornor of Princo Leopold. It wns not extra. ordinary if Princess Louiso found in her vory dull lifo at homo agroeablo distrac tion in tho society of a handsomo, highly-cultivated young man with tastes congenial to hor own. That sho did so Is beyond question, and marriago with somebody olso was doubtless deemed tho host courso to mnko her forgot tho man sho could not havo. Lord Lome was unexceptional in char acter; sho had known him for yoars, and thought woll of him. Thoro is am plo ovidonco that during hor Btay tit Ottawa sho did her duty in hor stato in lifo, and thoro is littlo likelihood that sho would havo roturncd from Canada but for tho fact that tho ovorturn of tho slolgh-couch in which sho was proceed ing to thn Parliament IIouso, rosmtod not merely in a sorious shock to tho sys tem, but in spoclflo injury. Truo, sho has bcon going about in England, but it is ono thing to go about at ono's oaso nmong friends, and nnothorto maintain roprosontatlon. An invalid may easily do tho ono but not tho othor. The Tea-Plant. Popular Science Monthly. Tho vegetation on tho southern slopes of tho eastern Himalayas, throo or four thousand foot above tho sea, though by no moans luxuriant, is said to bo very ngrooablo and of much intorcst to tho botanist. Among tho plants native to thoso slopes, planted In tho courso of nature during tho preparation of tho oarth for man, aud loft wild with tho olophant aud tho loopard, Is n shrub growing from twonty to thirty foot high, and woll worthy to bo soloctod for pleas ant follago and flno llowors. Tho lan coolato lcavos aro from two to six inohos long, nnd tho llowors nro largo and whito, v ry fragrant, in eluslora of two or throo in tho axils of tho loaves. This is tho toa-plant, of tho gonus Thcu, very nearly alllod to tho gonus Camellia, of which tho Japonica and othor spoclos from China nnd Japan nro favorlto cul tivations of tho greenhouse in Europe and this country. Nowhoro in tho world but on tho borders of tho Himal ayas and la tho wild regions of Assam is tho tea-plant found growing unculti vated, but it was not discovered in this Its natural habitation until tho ptcsont century. As a cultivated plant, tho Chlnoso havo cortalnly had It sinco tho fourth contury, and thoy cla''ii It to bo indigenous to their own s just ns confidently as thoy claim tho parcntngo of numerous valuable- artlchM. China has given ton to tho world, and has furnlshod a favorablo homo fi tho plant, which is novortholcss quite in well i tilt ed in iU nativoland, farther oast. When it' became known in Kngland that tho tea-plant grow native in tho highlands of tho Himalayas, English companies ongaged extensively In the cultivation of tea in that region, and finally, after tho correction of notnblo failures in mothods of col tin o aud of euro, it ap pears that tho finest teas of Asia aro Hio3o of thoso mountain-plains and tho choicest plants aro of variety Msamtai, lately dropagatcd from tho wild shrub of tho mountains. Atbcnturis of a War Correspondent. ntitrkwooil's MflfMrlne. It was in a largo town. I had estab lished by this timo such good rolntions with headquarters that I could got n bil lot on applying for it when I choso. On receiving my billet on this occasion I went to tho number nnd s'reetiudicntod and knocked long and loudly at tho door of a small houso which seemcihlcscrtod. At last, just as 1 was making up my mind to break in, tho door wns opened ncotiplo of inches, and n little old man, in a high and plaintive, key, told mo It was absolutely Impossible for him to give mo tho required accommodation. I explained to hlui I should bo tho best judgo of Hint on examining tho pioiu ises. and roluotnntly foiced mysolf into tho passago. Ho led mo Into a dirty, sluffy littlo room, in which thoro was nothing but an old horso-hnir couch. "This," ho said, "is my bed for tho present; tho ono I usually occupy con tains my only domestic, who is now in a dying state. Tho other two small rooms in tho house havo never bcon fur nished, as I am very poor. Would Mon sieur liko to look at my only doniostlo ni.d satisfy himself as to her desporato condition?" And ho led mointoa small darkened apartment, whero an oxtromo ly pallid, wrinked old weman was ap parently breathing her last in short gasps. In fact it seemed probable that if I passed tho night on tho lloor of his siltlng-rocm I should como in for a death scene. "As for dinner," ho sal , "I havo absolutely nothing toolfer Mon sieur. Siuco Mario has been dying I havo taken my meals with a friend, and there is no food intho house." Tho po sition was discouraging. It was sovon in tho evening. I had eaten nothing sinco midday, and to turn out and look for food nnd lodging in a town crowded with troops was a liopoless undertaking. Meantime tho carriage and horses woro standing at tlio door; tho lattor had to bo provided with stabling and forage, and nothing could bo dono for them un til I know whoro I was to bo quart red. I still folt very skeptical about tho bar reuncss of the old gentleman's larder and tho nbsouco of nny othor bed than that occupied by tho sick woman, so I decided upon a last appeal. "My friend," I remarked, "I pity tho fato that is in storo for you. Thoio is a wholo rogimont of Prussians still unprovidod with billots; if I go and report that I havo failed to got officers' quarters hero, a dozen privates will bo blllotcd upon you, Now, I am not a Prussian, but an Englishman. I will uot only givo you ns littlo troublo ns porslblo, but I will protcotyou from tho inroads of Uhlnns and others who arobcatingupquartorsfor thomsol.vos." But I had scarcoly got so far whon tho littlo man interrupted. "Say no moro," ho said, "itisonough that you nro an Englishman; why did you not toll mo that at lirstP I nm a rctirod surgeon in the navy, aud in many parts of tho world havo found good comrades among Englishmen, to whom I am dovotod. Hoy, Marie, leve toi jump out of bod, cook a good dinner, and get tho bod room upstairs ready for this English monsieur. In a moment tho moribund old fomalo was on her logs in full cos tumo. She had hoppod into bod list ns sho wns, and foiguod tho denth ngony to porfootion. Thoro was no symptom of shortness of breath about hor as sho ron briskly upstairs and showed mo a nicely furnished littlo bod room, with n most inviting looking bod. And in less than an hour I was eating a Urst-rato boullion, followed by a filet and washed down by a bottlo of oxcol- lont Burgundy, my host me an whllo ro calling tho reminiscences of his naval career, and tho names of tho English ndmlrals and mon-of-war. Thon wo. dlvorgod into politics, and sat smokin nud tnlking till midnight. I was glai to havo an opportunity of making goodl my words, for a party of soldiers camo to look for quarters, and I was ablo to savo my host from invasion by showing my billet and tolling them I wns nt tnchod to hoadquartors, Garfield's Disllko for tho Ex-Presidency, January Couturyi With two or thrco friends I accompa nied him to Mr. Chittondon's loooptlon on tho ovening nftor his nrrivnl, Tho conversation naturally drifted to tho porsounl rolations ofGonornl Garfiold to tho Prosldonoy; Its bearing upon his futuro, and tho bright promises for tho publio good that would como from his administration. Tho glories of tho pres ont woro brilliant and nttraotivo enough; but to lilm tlio futuro brought n sober ing, saddoning prospoet. "Four yoars honoo," said ho, "I shall loavotho Pros ldonoy, still a young man, with no futuro beforo mo; to bo como a political romin isconco a squeozod lemon, to bo thrown : away." Till: ClIltlSTMAS TltHK. A flash of light, n merry hum, And pedsof tippling lauthtcr street, The pattering of tiny feet, And, lo, t'.o little children come. A stately fir tree, rears Its heal, Wllh stars and tapers nil nblae, And quivering In the fairy nys, Tho glittering, loaded branches spread. Tho'chlldlsU eyes nro eparklln.? bright, And thochlldlsh henrts with Jnyso'crflow, And on that birthday long ngo They ponder w ith n grnvo delight. Then to their gifts they turn onco more, And In Iho present sunshine lost, They fear no future tempest tossed, Rut unto fairy regions soar. No cares, no fears, a happy time Of laughter; tears that cannot stay, An Aorll day, a year of Mny, I'calcd In an 1 o.lt .vlt CiirlUm clilm?. Tiro rows of eyes turned to tho sky, Two rows of gurgles stirred the smoke, And with tho spirit thus cndoircd St. Nicholas through the cclllcg broke. And thus St. Nicholas was born Of flagrant Holland's nnd the weed ; Ho sped nwny, nnd from each man Thero camo n soft-slglicd "God speed I" Then they too left the dim, low room, Ana encu one slowly went his way; But If they knew what they had done There's no man living that can say. For when nt Chrlstinns time the child Clasps nrms nbout his father's knee, Old Santa Claus's disciple says "Bo sure, my dear, It was not inc." , And this illsclplo Is not dressed In old quaint clothes, with nose red ripe, Nor docs he bear In cither hand A glass of Holland's nud n pipe. A Romance of tho Jcnnncttc. I.os Angrin Times. For moro than eighteen months past a beautiful and accomplished young lady of this city tho lovely and romauco In spiring footstool of thoaugols has been In a constant stato of hopo and dospalr. Tho news received night boforo last from the wandering Jeannotto has sent glad ness nnd sorrow to many a breast, but to tho young lady in question it has crctcd tho most anxious foars. Yes terday, just beforo tho San Fraucisco train pulled out, a matronly old Indy might havo been soon supporting a heavily vailed young woman. Thoy woro evidently mother aud daughter from tho tondor and motherly mannor In which tho oldor lady looked after the slightest want of her companion. A 7 imc.9 reporter, noticing tho couple, sur mised that tho young lndy was laboring under somo great mental rorrow. Ho looked toward tho coach from which tho ladles had just alighted nnd saw that it was a privato carringo. His curiosity was aroused Ho approached aud cau- tiousjy Interrogated tho driver. Tho old coachman wat very roticent, and tho nows gatherer was about to givo up in despair when an idea struck him. Ho put it in execution at onco by tolling tho old man that his intorcst in tho two mdics had been nroused from tho fact thnt ho had belloved ho saw a family resemblance botweon himsolf and them. "Just arrived horo tho other dny," said tho reporter, "and I hnvo ovciy reason to boltovo that that elder lady Is a vory near relation of mino." This had tho doslrod olfect and tho poor old man unfolded a story of ro mance in real lifo that novor occurs moro tlmu onco in a century. It seems that Mies was visiting friends in San Francisco during tho winter of 1878-9. Sho mot Liout. Dauenhowor, of tlio United Statos navy, a noblo specimen of manhood. Tho lieutenant was smitten with tho fnlr daughter of LosAngolos. Thoy mot often, and tho so quol wns soon evident in a desporato lovo nflair. But tho old, old saying that truo lovo novor ran smooth, was novor moro plainly illustrated than in this caso. For soveral months thoro was not a happier pair in all San Francisco. This earthly bliss could not last long, howovor. The lieutenant was under ordors to sail with tho ill-fated Jeannotto. As tho timo drow near, tho sweot gill boenmo sad and pensivo nnd it wns a common thing for hor to meet hor lover with toarful oyes. Sho told him hor fears, and pleaded with all tho olo queuco only known to n lovoly maiden, but hor lover had beon ordorod by his country to go to almost certain death, and his honor would not permit him to break his word, ovon for tho being ho worshipped. Tho sad day of separa tion finally arrived and tho two devoted lovors parted, possibly novor to meet ngin in this world. This is tho sad story told in briof by tho old coachman who roiatod his talo with tears in his oyes. Yoj, sir," said tho old follow, "sho las boom a different girl ovnr sinco. hoy had only known ono another a hort timo, but I don't hellovu two peo ple over loved as did this devoted couplo. Why, sir, hor mother said that when tho lieutenant camo to bid hor good bye, it took two of his brother olllcprs to soparato them whon tho moment of parting camo. Sho faltod almost as sofiU as ho was out of tlio houso. Whon (sho rovived sho ordered a earriago and immediately ropaired to tho Cliff houso. As soon as sho arrived thoro sho took a st(ftid whoro sho could get a good vlow of tho Golden Gate. Neither com mands nor coaxing could niovo her until sho was satisfiod tho vossel had jassed out to soa. Aftor roturning to Kos Angolos sho led a rotirot&lifo, bav. ing boon convincod from tho first thai sho would novor seo hor lover again. Sho has nevor failed to bo up by day light sinco tho Jeannotto sailed in oidor to rend tho tolographlo nows. That, sir, hai boon tho only thing that lias over interested hor. Whon sho got tho Times this morning and road tho nows from tlio Joannette, you mlht havo hoard her soroams almost a nillo off. Tho wholo family wero in bed at tho timo. Whou thoy reached hor sho was In a faint and evorybody thought sho was dead. But God wns not klndl enough to put tho poor girl out of hor misery.- Tho first thing sho said was, 'Mamma, tnko mo to San Fraucisco nt onco.' Sho don't seem to know what sho wants, but hor mother would stmt for tho spot whero tho Jeannotto was lost if hor daughter ould ask it.' "How old is shoP" "Sho was twonty last October, but to look nt hor now you would think sho was nt least thirty." Tho young lady is woll known in this city, and up to within tho past two years wns ono of tho brightest and most beau tiful of Los Angclos bellos. Hor namo is suppressed for tho prosout, and her unfortunnto lovo nlfair is known by but fow, a3 tho family has made every effort lo keep it quiet. For tho sako of tho girl, if for no other roasor, it is most detoutly hopod that tho third boat with tho gallant lieutenant and his brother olllcors, will yot bo savod. This is probably ono of tho saddest stories that has over been chronicled on tho Pnclflo coast. Tho young lady's sad history is vory similar lo Lady Franklin's, nnd sho will undoubtedly rccolvo groat sympathy from tho fcni Inlno portion, of tho whole country. Champion Liars. New Orleans Times. Hank's grocory is situated on tho odgo of a prairlo In Southern Texas, nnd quito a crowd used to moot thero and swnp nows nnd lies nnd hnvohorso races, and get boiling dmuk and in dulge In othor amusomcnls. Old Lem Williams used to bo on hand every day, and was considered tho boss liar in tho St te. Ono day Lorn was soatod In front of Hank's storo, splttinir to bacco julco at a grasshopper, when Bill Barker remarked: "How's crops up your way, Lorn?" "Woll," ho replied, "corn's sortor 'gin to tnsscling, but tho stand is pow erful poor." "That sooms lo bo tho goneral com plaint," romarked Bill. "Yes; this hero country nlu't good for raisin' corn," said Lorn, as ho took a fresh chow; "but if you want to sco corn what 13 corn, you just orter to go to Fort Bond. Whou I was farming on tho Brazos, in that country, my corn grow so tall nnd thick Hint I had to hang lamps on tho mulo's ears lo sco how to plow a furrow. It was corn and no mistako, and in tlio fall tho stalks wcro so high that I had lo knock tho oars down with a ealssafras polo. Darn my skin, thoy woro so big that it tuk a strongman to carry moro'n three of 'cm at a time." "Spoakin' about strong mon," re marked Bill Barker, "sorter causes mo to romembor an old steamboat captain who used to run on tho Yazoo Rivor In '58. Ono day ho stopped at a landing for somo wood, nnd tho nlggors wero kinder slow about bringiu' it aboard. Old Judkius roused up, nnd cussed ovorything in reaoh. Says ho, walkin' up to tho woodpile whar tho nlggors wero at work: 'Pile on your timbor, yor oncry skunks, nnd lot mo show yor how to carry wood,' an ho stretched out his nrni3. Well, si", tho niggors piled on tho wood aud kept pllin' until Jud klns had n cord and a half of firowood on hi" sliouldors, and ho turnod nnd carried it oil tho boat just as oasy as if it was a bokay. Ho was what I'd call a purly tolorablo stout man." "That romlnds mo of a man I used to know in Btiford county, Alabama," said a strangor namod Tippor, whohad been in tho neighborhood but a short timo. All oyes woro turnod toward tho spoakor, and thoybogan to slzo him up. "I guoss old Poto Jennings," continued tlio strangor, "was about tho heftiest man in theso United States, if I ain't mistaken. You soo, ono day ho was hauling somo fonoo posts in nn ox wagon, whon tho whoels bogan to croak liko as if thoy noedod groasin'. Ho looked under tho wagon for his tar bucket, and found it wnrn't tliar, and what do you suppose hodidP" "I don't know," growled Bill Bar ker and Lom Williams in ohorus. "Well, I'll just toll you what ho did. Ho propped up tho axle-troo, tuk tho whocl off, and stoppln' out in tho woods ho picked up a pino knot, hold It ovsr tho nxlo and squoozod tho tar outon it. Old Poto Jennings had a grip what boat a viso, you hot." "Strangor," said Lom Williams, as ho roso up, "I don't liko to disputo a man's word, but that's a blazing lio, ana I nin't gwino to beliovo It," nnd ho nnd Bill Barker, out-llod and disgusted,' mounted thoir liorsos and loft Tippor with n Porono smllo on Ids faoa as ho whittled tho odgo of a craokor box. 1 T -n Crank-Its Definition. Whonco tho term? A roforonco to ho authorities shows that two hundred years ngo it meant "a cheat," "an im postor," but it boenmo obsoloto, por haps from tho dying out of cranks. If it diod out and disappeared tfrom gon oral uso, howover, it did A dio out with that Aotoraiiin liteaturWCarlvlo. no nas usou mo Tor rm ropoatodlv. and brought it down to tho present day as meaning "dim of vision, violent of tom por," and tho moaning is further in tensified by tho following description: tsyA headlong, vory positlvo, loud, dull, . il$d trlrgry kind of man." This is Car. lylo's notion, nnd it gives a protty good idea. It must bo admitted that tho word Is not liko so many of our lator words of Yankoo birth or origin, but comes from a royal stock. It was born In tho old Scandinavian days, and had nn oxistenco beforo tho Saxons went into England. Primarily it meant a "twist," and Is as good to-day as ovor. Lot a man uo ins worU; tho fruit of it is tho caro of anothor than lie,