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THE BACHELOR'S LAMENT. Returning home at close of day, Who gently chides my long dt'lay. And by my side delights to stay? Xobody! Who sets for me the easy chair. Spreads out the papers with such care, A.nd lays my slippers ready there? Nobody! , When plunged in deep and di"B distress, When anxious cares my heai. oppress. Who whispers hopes of happiness? Nobody! When sickness comes and sorrow twain, And grief distracts my fevered brain, Who sympathizes with my pain? Nobody; But I'm resolved, so help me fate, To change at once my single state. At Hymen's altar I will mate Somebody. Thomasville Enterprise. 1 3 UekLm vVSV a 66 E THINK him the very embodi ment of chivalry and gallant ry," said Ethel Hunt, enthusi astically. She was a dark-cheeked, diamond eyed girl of IS, with braids of blue black hair coiled around the back of her small Greek-shaped head, and a color as rich and velvety as the side of a July peach. "Humph!" said Aunt Sara. "I've heard girls talk so before, and It gener ally ended in one thing." "For shame. Aunt Sara!" cried Ethel, coloring up to her eyelashes. "I only mean, of course, that be Is a very agree able companion." Now, this Aunt Sara of our little Ethel was no spectacled spinster of an uncertain age, nor portly, pillow shaped widow with the photograph of her dear, departed husband worn, locketshaped, upon her bosom but. a pretty young woman of four or five and twenty, wltb bright blue eyes ana hair all streaked with golden gleams, who was engaged in the congenial occupa tion ' of making up her wedding clothes. "An agreeable companion, of course," said Aunt Sara. "Look, Ethel, do you think white Maltese lace or French blonde, with .a heading of Roman pearls, would be prettiest for this bertbe?" Aunt Sara knew when to drop a sub ject and when to hold on to it. But while EChel was stitching the quilting ' I SA.T, TOrr," BE SNARLED OUT, WHT VOX T YOU of French blonde on to the white silk dress her young aunt's mind was busy upon the topic she had apparently abandoned. "The disagreeable fellow," thought Aunt Sara. "He has somehow heard that Ethel has money, and he Is deter mined to win it. If she could only see him in his true light; but I know what a perverse thing a woman's heart is. Just as sure as I attempted to tell her what he really is she'll make up her mind that he is tlie finest and least ap preciated personage on the face of the earth. And I do so want to keep hei heart whole until Everard Graftor comes to be Charles' groomsman. Ever ard Grafton is worthj- of a princess!" And Miss Sara Martell sat and sewed away in absorbed silence, without speaking a word for the unprecedented period of fifteen minutes. "They say be is perfectly intolerable at home." she said to herself. "Clara Waters was there once and heard him rating his sisters fearfully because the beefsteak for his late breakfast was a little overdone. If I could only manage it that Ethel should see him in his true light." She sat and thought a while longer and suddenly the color bloomed In hei cheek, the dimples into her chin. She started up. "Ethel," she said, "I'm sure you must be tired of sitting over that everlasting stitching. I've got to go over to Susy Morand's to borrow a pattern; it will be just a pleasant walk for us." "To Miss Morand's?" Ethel was vexed with herself, but she could not help the tell-tale Wood that surged Into her cheeks. "Isn't It rather early? Only 9 o'clock?" "Early! Not a bit. Susy and I are so Intimate we don't mind curl papera jtnd calico wrappers. Get your hat and come along quick." Bat,, ta spite of hex exhortations to -gJ-jHSr!.uuiii,i"sc-g' This beautiful sword, the gift of Congress to Admiral George Dewey, Cost $3,000. With the exception of the steel blade and the body metal of the scab bard, the sword is made throughout of 22-carat gold. On the weapon is carved the name of the cruiser Olympia and the zodiacal sign for December, the month in which Dewey was born. Below is the coat of arms of Vermont, with the motto, "Freedom and Unity." On the scabbard are the letters "(?. D.," and just below "U. S. N.(" while on the sword blade is the inscription, "The gift of the nation to Rear Admiral George Dewey, U. S. N., in memory of the victory at Manila Bay, May 1, 1898." speed, Sara Martell smiled to heTself to perceive that Ethel Hunt lingered long enough .In her own room to change her black lace breast-knot for a becoming little butterfly bow of roee-colored rib bon, and to rearrange the dainty ten drils of silky black hair that dropped so caressingly over her low, broad fore bead. "She thinks ,we shall see Julian Mo rand," she thought to herself. "WeCl, perhaps we shall. I am putting myself entirely into the banda of hick and chance." But when they reached the Morand mansion, instead of ringing formally at the front door. Miss Martell went around to the back porch, a pretty little entrance, all shaded with honeysuckles and trumpet vines. "I always go in here," said she, non chalantly, in reply to Ethel's remon strating glance. "Sue Morand and I are Just like sisters." Sue Morand, a blooming girl of 18, was in the kitchen making apple pies. "The pattern? Of course, you shall have It!" she cried. "Just wait a min ute until I get It." "Fl go with you," said Sara. "Ethel, you'll not mind waiting for us here?" "Not in the least," said EHhel. And she sat down by the window, where Ivies, trained in bottles of water, were creeping like green jewels across the crystal panes of glass. "Sue! Sue!" She started as the voice of her preux chevalier of the evening before came roaring down the back stairs. "Confound you all down there, why aren't my boots blacked? Sue! Mother! Nell! What's become of my breakfast? You must think a man has nothing to do but to lie here and wait all day for you lazy folks to stir around!" There was no reply as he paused, ap parently expecting one. "Mother" was down In the garden under a big green sunbounet, gathering scarlet-cheeked tomatoes for dinner. "NeB" was in the front yard picking red-veined autumn leaves out of the gold and russet drifts that lay like treasures of precious stones upon the grass. Sue was shut up among the mysteries of "patterns" innumerable, with Miss Sara Martell. Ethel Hunt sat coloring and half frightened, the sole auditress of Mr. Morand's objurgations. "I know there's some one down there!" he shouted. "I can hear you breathe and your dTess rustle. Just like your ugliness -not to answer a fel low! Do you bear? Sue! Black my boots, quick. I'm waiting for tihem!" And "bang! bang" came the useful articles of wear Im question down the winding stairway that led into the kitchen. Poor little Ethel! She half rose up, then sat down again, piteously unde cided what to do; and even while she hesitated, with color varying like the red and white of the American flag In a high wind, the door at the foot of the stadrs flew open and In stalked Julián Morand, sallow and dishevelled, wWh unkempt hair and beard, fretfully curved mouth, and a most unbecoming costóme of a soiled Turkish dressing soto, faded pearl-colored nether gar ments, and stockinged feet thrust into red morocco slippers. "I say you!" he snarled out; "why don't you " And then, perceiving to whom he was actually addressing himself, he started back, turning fiery red. "Miss Hunt!" And, with a downward glance at his toilet, he fairly turned and fled, the skirts of his Turkish dressing gown floating like red and orange meteors, and, terrified though she was, Ethel Hunt could not resist the temptation to break into a peal of hearty laughter. This, then, was her ideal among men, her gallant cavalier, her "Sir Launce lot" of fancied perfection, snarling at his mother and sisters like an ill-conditioned bear, flinging old boots down the stairs at them, tumbling out of bed at 9 o'clock in the morning, while his mother split kindlings and picked toma toes out in the vegetable garden! Like some Chinese idol, so fell Julian Mo rand oflThis high pedestal In the estima tion of Miss Ethel Huirt. She told It all to Sara Martell when they were safe at home. "Aunt Sara," she said, "I am thor oughly disenchanted!" Miss Martell shrugged her shoulders, and mentally thanked her lucky stars. "I could have told you as much be fore," said she. "These Adonises are like cheap calico they will neither wash nor wear! Wait until Everard Grafton comes." "And who is Everard Grafton?" "The nicest young fellow In the world after my betrothed husband." When Mr. Grafton came he so far justified Aunt Sara's encomiums that Ethel really did like him. And Aunt Sara was willing to leave the rest to fate. New York News. The Only Thtnjr Left. A grandfather, well known in" th British House of, Commons, was chat ting amicably with his little grand daughter, who was snugly ensconced on his knee. "What makes your bait so white, grandpa?" the little misa queried. "I am very old, my dear; I was to the ark," replied his lordship, with a painful disregard of the truth. "Oh, are you Noah?" "No." "Are you Shem, then?" "No, I am not Shem." "Are you Ham?" "No." "Then," said the little one, who was fast Hearing the limit of her biblical knowledge, "you must be Japhet." A negative reply was given to this query also, for the old gentle man inwardly wondered what the out come would be. 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