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Strange how much sentiment Clings llko a fragrant scent To thesoJovp-lettcrs pent > * . * n their pink covers- > f' Day after flay they came S * Feeding love's fickle flame Jp * n Now , sfibhaschangedner name Then we were lovers. Loosen the hllkcn band Bound the square bundle , anil See what a dainty hand , * + JScribbled to filllt Full"of facetious chatv Fancy how.longsho sat . . . -a * * . , Molding the bullets that .Came with each billet ? Ah , I remember still Time that I used to kill < Waiting the postman's bhrill , Heart-stirring whistles , Calling vague doubts to inind , Whether or no I'd find Thafhe had left behind Ono of her missals. Seconds became an age At this exciting stage ; Two eager eyes the page Scan for a mimit'o ; , Then , with true lover's art , Study it part by part , Until they know by heart Everything in it. What is It all about ? Dashes for words left out Pronouns beyond a doubt I Very devoted. Ho wells she's Just begun ; Dobson her heart has won ; Locker and Tennyson Frequently quoted. Criss-cross tie reading goes , Rapturous rhyme and prose- Words which I don't suppose Look very large in Books the ' ' " on 'ologies" ; Then there's a tiny frieze Full of sweets in a squeeze , Worked on the margin. . Lastly don't pause to laugh That la her autograph Signing this tnice for half Her heart's surrender. Post-scriptum , one and two Desserts the dinner's through Linking the 'I' ' and * 'You' ' In longings tendor. Such is the typo of all Save one , and let mo call Brief notice to this small Uoto neatly written. } Tls but n card , you see , Gently Informing me s That it can never be I This is the mitten I [ Frank Dempster Sherman in the Century. A VOYAGE OF DISCOVERY. BY S. D. A. Trotty is standing at the window , looking disconsolately up at the clouds and wondering if it will over stop rain ing. She is so tired of the rain , and of hearing mamma and Miss Carlotta talk ! "How long they have been at it ! " thinks Trotty. " 'Most the whole after noon. " Then she leans her golden head against the curtain and listens attentively , with a vague hope of hearing something that may be interesting. It is such ft pretty room she is look ing into. The wainscoted walls have lovely plaques hanging on them , the shelves of the mantel hold many a rare bit of porcelain , and the hangings and the furniture are so bright and warm awith their rich folds and soft coloring. Mamma sits in her low chair with her .slim foot resting on the brass fender , -Idly smoothing her pet kitten Royal as 4io" lies curled up like a great white -caterpillar on her soft dress. Mamma's friend Miss Carlotta stands at the , end of the mantel-shelf , where the lamp , with its globe covered with gold butterflies , sheds a soft light on. fior golden hair and the pale blue folds of her dress. She looks , as she stands tiiore tall and straight , like the angel in tfie ohur.ch window , thinks Trotty. The fire flashes up , and seems to put some of its own life into the locket rnamma wears around her neck , so brightly does it shine It catches Miss CaSotta's eyo. "Whom have you in that locket , Helen ? " she asks. "Fred , " simply answers mamma. But a shade comes over her sweet face. tMay 1 see it ? " says Miss Carlotta , comiLg closer to mamma's"chair. . Mamma unclasps the chain , and lays the locket in Miss Carlotta's out- sfretched hand. Miss Carlotta looks at it a little while in silence. "Have you no clew to him yet ? " .she asks presently. "None at all , " replies mamma , so mournfully. "Oh , Carlotta , how I Vfish he would come back ! I think fatherVheart is almost broken. " "I am sure he will , " says Miss Car lotta. "Indeed , Helen , I cannot help thinking he will oorue homo. You will certainly see him some day when your stip : comes in. " f "Yes , " repeats mamma.smilingsadly , "when my ship comes. " "Hasmamma a ship ? " thinks Trotty. "How very interesting ! " But what follows is more interesting still. i'--What a handsome face , " Miss Car- iotta says , "and. how much , it is like your little Trotty ! " ' * tBut before mamma has time to an swer , papa's voice is heard at the door , and she and Miss Carlotta go out into , hall to get the letters ho has | brought. The locket slips from mam ma's lap , where Miss Carlotta has laid it , and falls on the rug. Trotty is about toufollpw jthe others , ' when the glistening , b'itfof gold attracts , hef attention" . " "sThe opportunity is-too t mptiiig for Trotty to resist. She feels th'at jane must ] see jho mysterious "Fred" wtio lookr like her , and who is " " " " * ' coming "nome in"th"b"st'iirmore mys terious ship. "Come right along , Jemima , " she says , taking her long-suffering doll by the arm and starting for the fire-place. Jemima , sympathetic as usual in her wooden and sawdiisty-wayisubmits'pass. ively to being dragged over the carpet until she reaches-.tnovhearth-rug , where she falls prostrate before the superior attractions of the locket. Trotty picks it up , opens it , and sees a frank , boyish face , with a pair of laughing blue oyes/yery muph like her owu , only she does not know that. There is nothing at all about' the ship which disappoinks er. 'Stie had ex pected to find'B < 5me'thinff quite different , though she could -not , Jiavo told what. She drops the Ipkofr , chain and all , into the wee pocket , and proceeds to pick up the fallen Jemima. Just then nurse comes in'at the door. " " she "it's bed "Como-Trotty , says , time. " So Trotty is taken into the library to say good-night to papa and mamma , and Miss Uarlotta , and then walks up the long stairway alone by herself like a grown-up lady. Jemima goes too , car ried by the head. Nurse sits , down y/he. . nursery fire and takes Troity on her Jap to brush out her pretty yellow curls. This is soon'done ; the liltlo white night-dress is put on , end presently Trotty is safely tucked in bed. But before she has had time torget to sleep , mamma's own maid Anne'comes in to have a little chat with nurse. At first they sneak in whispers , which is rather foolish Trotty thinks , as she watches them , lazily. She does not pay 'much attention , and is justr about falling asleep wnen she hears nurse say-"Her Uncle Fred. " She is wide awake in an instant. , "You know I never heard the whole of that story , " says Anne. "Tell me about it , won't you ? " Then , to Trolly's great joy , nurse tells Anne how , lonff ago , grandpa's pride and delight had been in nis hand some boy. But though he loved him so dearly , he was very stern to him some times , too ; and one day when grandpa had punished him very severely for some slight fault , the boy's proud spirit had rebelled against it. "And , " continues nurse , sinking her voice a little , "he just ran away , and we never heard a word of hm since. " "Dear me ! " says Anne. "Dear me ! " repeats Trotty under the pink curtains. "The poor old man , " says nurse , widing her eyes , "his heart's 'most bro ken. " "Maybe he would come , back yec , " says Anne , in her funny Irish way. "Maybe he would , " replies nurse , rather doubtfully. Trotty , listening attentively , can not quite understand all they are saying. She only understands that the liand- some boy who looked like her ran away years ago , and that grandpa has been very sad ever since. "But then , " thinks Trotty , triumph antly , "mamma said he was coming home in her ship.--1 wonder if nurse 'members that ? " She listens once more to what nurse and'Anne are saying. But they are talking of other things now. Presently the white eyelids fall gradually over the pretty blue ey es , shutting out the roso- colored curtains , the baby brother by the fire , the flickering light on Ihe ceil ing and Trotty is fast asleep. When the morning comes , the sun is shining , oh , so brightly ! The minute nurse has finished dressing her , Trotty goes carefully down the stairs , and runs out upon the broad piazza. How fresh and green everything " looks after the ' * rain ! Over Ihe'gate at the end of Ihe garden-walk she can see the blue ocean , with myriads of little waves dancing in the morning sunshine. She runs down the walk quite close to the water. There is a beautiful great wave rolling in to ward the sand. Trotty looks at it ad miringly. ' The wave breaks into a long line of white foum , and runs back again , leav ing a curious-looking star-fish lying on the sand. Then she suddenly remembers what she heard the nurse say last night about Uncle Fred , and a now idea conies into her mind. "If I could only get the gate open , I would . go and look for him. Maybe I could find him , " she ihinKs. She gives the gate an impatient little shake , and to lier intense delight it swings open. Trotty runs quickly out on to the beach. Her friend the star fish lies at her feet. Trotty picks him up , examines him carefully all overand then invites him to go with her on her ti travels. tisi "I'm find uncle Fred " siw going to my , sih she says. "You may go.tooif yon like , sih little lish. " Then the poor star-fish is h rudely pushed bysome chubby little fingers * - ti ; gers into a wee pocket , and Trottywith tih her pretty golden curls flying in tiie tiT wind , walks gravely up the beach. She T stops every now and then to look at tt : some lovely shell , or to watch the odd ttfi little fiddlers running over the sand. fitl : She is just beginning to feel .tired , when tlb she turns a point running out into 'the b water , and catches sight of what she si thinks is the most fascinating thing she sift has ever , seen. . . it ' It is a'little white boat drawn half irw way lip on the shore. Stretched over it w is a dainty blue and white awing , with blue fringe around the edgo. Trotty gives a scream of delight. She climbs on a large stone close to by the boat , f and finally , after many struggles , suc ceeds ia getting inside. She walks cau tiously toward the stern , and- looks down into the water. She sees a curi ous little fish swimming about ve'ry curious indeed , thinks l'rottyras she bobs from one side "to the dtnerVtvying to follow his movements. , } Vhoev r left the little boat on the shore thak morn ing must have 'forgotten that the tide was rising ; for in a very short time , loosened -by Trolly's exertions , and raised by the incoming waves , it has worked gradually away from the sand , and'when , Trotty , tired of the fish , looks around in search of other amusement , she finds that she is , what seems to her , a long way out at sea. At first she does not mind it very much , for she is quite used to the water , pupa has taken her out in his own boat so often this tnimmer. But after a while she grows hungry , and tir ° d of danc ing over the waves. She thinks of the nice breakfast at home , of nurse and baby , of mamma , and wonders if she misses her little girl. Two great tears come into her blue' eyes. t "Oh , mamma , I want you ! * Why don't you come and look for me ? " aho sobs , sitting down disconsolately in ths bottom of the boat. The tears in the blue eyes roll down Trotty's cheeks as she lays her head against the cushioned seat , and draws her white apron over' her face. She cries bitterly for a while , then the sobs grows fainter and fainter , until , rocked by the motion of the boat , Trotty falls asleep as soundly as if she were under the pinkr curtains of her own bed at home. Now this same May morning , return ing home after a long voyage , a great ship comes sailing over the sea. There are a number of passengers on .deck watching the land they have not seen for so many days. The captain stands on the bridge , looking through his glass at the different places they are passing. By-and-by he looks at some thing nearer , something small and white , that conies dancing over the waves. As the ship approaches , ho sees that fit is a little boat , and that there is a pretty child lying in it. Now the captain has a little girl at homo just the age of Trotty , and when he sees her sleeping under the striped awning , he thinks how badly he would feel were his own little one carried away like that ; so he gives orders to have the vessel stopped , and sends some sailors in a boat after the little wanderer. By- and-by Trotty wakes up suddenly , and finds that she has been carried on to the great ship , and that she is lying in some one's arms , surrounded by strangers , who are all looking at her. But although Trotty was very much frightened at the water , she is not at all afraid of people ; so she struggles down from the captain's arms , and sajs , gravely , as nurse had taught her. "Howdo you do ? " This make * , everybody laugh. Then a tall young man , who is sitting close by her , lifts Trotty on his knee. "Come here lit'tle ' " he , one , says , and tell me your name , and how you happened to be so far from home. " "It's Trotty. I'm looking for Uncle Fred. " Just then she sees one of the passen gers waving a handkerchief to an out going steamer they are passing. She jumps down , and pulls out the wee handkerchief , together with the poor star-fish and mamma's locket , both of which she has entirely forgotten. They fall on the deck , while Trotty dances about , waving a good-by to the steamer. . Her new friend stoops , picks up the locket , and tosses the star-fish back into the water , where he is quite happy again. "Trotty , " ho exclaims ' , suddenly , "who is this ? " a "Oh , that's Uncle Fred , " answers Trotty. Then Trotty is more astonished than she has been all ( by , for the young man , snatching her up ; kisses her , and asks her so many questions that she can hardly answer them ; but she tells him ull about mamma , and thinks it very strange that he has never heard of papa or the baby brother. He is never tired of asking about grandpapa ; but when they speak of him , Trotty thinks her new acquaintance is a very strange young fellow , for when she tells him what nurse and mamma said about Un cle Fred , and how grandpapa grieved for him , a tear rolls down his cheek. "Bless me ! " cries Trotty , wiping ifc away with her handkerchief. . " Tears to me "Uncle Fred makes everybody sry. " "And 'pears to me , " answers her ar friend , "when Trotty goes home she sf svill.make everybody very happy. You bi iear little girl. I believe you area little ingel sent to bring me. a hope of for giveness. " "No , I'm not , " replies Trotty ; "but Miss Carlotta is. She's a blue one. " it Then Trotty is interrupted in her turn' by the captain , who bnngs the stewardess to take her to luncheon , which pleases Trotty , for she is very fo hungry indeed by this time. After luncheon she takes another nap , and en hen wakes to find thai , the great ship 1 ? ias stopped , and that her new friend is .v'aiting to take her back to mamma , m tii fhey have to go a long way , for they ake first i cab , then' a ferry-boat , and Inally the cars , before they arrive at cl he little village by the sea , the name of ; . .vhich Trotty has fortunately remem- SI 3ered. They walk up the street , as the te ran is setting , until they reach the pret- tew cottage with the roses growing over . Mamma and grandpapa are.sland- ' ng in the doorway , looking.oh ! ? so vorried. The young" man swings the ja . 'a jate open.'a "Father ! " he falters. A "Oh , clear mamma ! " cries Trotty. Then Trotty thinks that every one ty has gone crazy , for Miss Carlott * comes from the parlor , papa comes from the library , and in a moment there is such laughing and crying both gelKeY , Om poor Trotty is quite be- \wildejred. 1 P By-and-by sho-gathers from wha\ going on that shenas really and" truly found , jer uncle Fred. and brought him home safely to grandpapa , who is now holding him by the hand as if he never meant to lose sight of him again. "Dear little puss ! " says Uncle Fred. "If it had not been for her I should rot have found you for a long time ; you have moved so far from the old home. " "She'fl a'perfect littleaugol-says mamma , stooping to kiss her. Do yoi ever expect to see a sweeter-Fred ? " But Uncle Fred looks at Miss Carlotta Trotty goes off to the nursery , and find ing poor Jemima , tells her all about the wonderful'day she has had. [ Harpers Young People. t What Frightened a Diver. Cleveland Leader. "No. I never was frightened but once in my life , and you will laugh when I tell you how it happened. I have been in some mighty ticklish places , as you' know ? but never knew what kind of a feeling it was to have tho'cold chills run up my backbone , making my teeth chatter a thousam times a minute and my knees knock together like a pair of drumsticks. " The speaker was T. S. Wilson , Uie sub marine diver. The occasion was when he descended to find out what had caused the wrecked of a large lake steamer. "When I reached fifty feet , " he said , "I began to feel the pressure considerably. But this was nothing , for I had been below that depth a num ber of times. Sixfy feet , seventy , eighty ! Great Cassar ! Where was I ! It was darker than pitch , and I couldn " see an inch before the glass "in my hel met. I thrust out my arms and touched something cold and hard , which seemed to be all around me. At first I imag ined that I had gotten into a big hole in some way , but just what kind of a hole I couldn't . I ' say. climbed'up a little , but my cylindrical tomb still surround ed mo. I climbed ten or fifteen feet further down , and it was the same. Stories of extinct species of immense and horrible sea serpents that were still found in the ocean began to float through my mind , and I felt my hair begin to rise a little as I thought that Sossible I had gotten into one of their ens. " 'By the shades of my fathers , I must get out of here , ' said I , and 1 , yanked that signal-rope to come up for all I was worth. Up I went , and when I was pulled up on the scow" and my helmet taken off I was met * with a loud burst of laughter from every side. 'What's the matter ? ' asked I , trying to look unconcerned.- . nnthin' , Tom , except we guess you gut down the smoke-stack by mistake , ilifl-i't you ? ' said the other divers' . I lo < jA < _ a down at myself and , sure enough , I was caked over with * oot from head to foot. 'Well , yes , ' I replied , 'that ladder fell in the wrong place , and I didn't find it out till I had gotten down a step or two. 'But hand her up , ' said I , bravely , 'and we will try it again. ' They suspected that I was a little scared , I guess , but 1 tried mighty hard to make them think differently. So , assuming an off-hand manner , I began a the descent again. This time I steered clear of the smoke-stack and accom plished the task that had been assigned to me. " The Value of Manner. .London Spectator. We have heard it said that you can do everything , however unpleasant it may be to those aroui.d you , if you only do it in the right way ; and the'in- stance given to prove the "truth of this assertion is taken from humble life. A catwalks daintily into a room on a cold winter's day , and with a benign glance at the company and a melodious pur ring sound she walks leisurely round , selects for herself the warmest place in n the room perhaps the only warm n place , right in front of the lire curls i her.self up and goes serenely to sleep , w secure that no one will be so unreason SI able as to question her right to sleep wherever inclination prompts her to tl sleep. No one calls it selfish , no one is T annoyed , because she has done it so Si prettily and gracefully. Indeed , every c < one experiences an access of warmth tl and comfort in themselves , from be tr holding pussy's blissful repose. Now , trki imagine the same thing done in a differ- oi 2nt way , and by a.less self-possessed in- oiT iividual it it were done hurriedly , or fr noisily , or clumsily , or diffidently even , to in any way obtrusively , what a storm In indignation it would excite in the to 3o"soms of all beholders ! How thought less , how inconsiderate , bow selfish ! in No , it must be done as the cat does it , tv without a sound or a gesture to pro- tvm roke criticism , or it must not be done all. A re Uhe Bemedies for Sleeplessness. hi di [ The remedies for sleeplessness , it is dc bund , must b varied according to its muses. If occasioned -by grief , mor- jhia , narcien and codien are prescribed ; from nervousness or arterial excite- nent , bromide of potassium , if the pa- Ch lent is not aniemic. If the cause is jure nervousness , chloroform in small he juantities can be applied. Hydrate of dc hloral suits nearly all. cases where ca .here is no dyspepsia or heart disease , ea sleeplessness in the aged or in debilita- te : ed persons requires tonics " t such as itc : bitters amVthe like. mi tii 'What costume""oughtfto remind a de adyof-her washerwoman ? Why , her deW awn dress , to be sure. [ Carl Pretzel's of eekly ha The slowest thing An amateur drama pe amateur performers. I an The Legitimate Successor of Ananias. LotjlsTillo Courier-Journal. Mr. Joseph Mulhattan is in. town , and a Courier-lTournal reporter who talked to nimlistnight : foun'l him : us good nn- tufrd as ever. The famous prevarica- 'torfis-a-rather small man.good looking , with beard and moustache , dancing blue eyes , quick , cat-like motions , and one of the most lapid talkers one could find in a day's walk. The words seem to be gurgling in his throat and chasing each other out hot foot. Ho dresses very well , and altogether presents a very tidy appearance. "Yes , sir , I havestarted a now branch in journalism ; something that is an in novation and a success. I call it novelistic - istic journalism. Dickens and Thack- erv- wrote a novel in a volume , and con < sidered themselves fortunate when 100- 000 people read it in five years. I write a novel of 1,000 words that is read by more than 1,000,000 people ten hours after it has left my hand. Why , what could be more attractive to a literary man ? Nobody is hurt by my little nov els ; nobody's morals are corrupted.and all are entertained and sometimes in structed. I have selected all sorts of subjects for these stories ; many of them have traveled over the world and have been wondered at in twenty nations. I am just thirty years old and am famous. There is not a man in this country who can read and write , and who has read the newspapers that doesn't know of Joe Mulhattan. I have fooled every paper of prominence in the United States , and some of my scientific sto ries have been discussed by the learned societies of Europe. " "When did you begin your career of. mendacity ? " interrupted the reporter. "I have been writing my novels for ten years now. I started on the Pitts- burg Leader , and fooled them for three or four years. I wrote stories of mar velous oil wells , of romantic highway robberies , and things of that kind. I then got to sending my novels to other prominent journals. 1 started the story of John Wilkes Booth being seen in sev eral places , and wrote so circumstan tially that many believed it. I started , as a joke , the report that President Lin coln's bones would be exhibited at the Centennial. 1 he press of the country took it up , and for weeks it was a na tional question. I don't knor how many of these stories I wrote m the east. The biggest thing 1 wrote in this part of the country was the Big Cifty fight , where a drummer wrestled with two highwaymen on a bridge and final ly threw them over. My cave story at Glasgow Junction went all over the world ; you doubtless remember that. I found a cave there larger than Mam moth cave , with navigable rivers , mum mies 2,000 years old , and a hundred other marvelous things. The Leitch- field story , about the finding of Masonic emblems that had been buried for thousands of years , showing a prehis toric race of Masons , eaa-ed great ex citement. I am prouder of my Glas gow cave story than that any of the others. It showed more invention and more imagination. " "What was the banis of.ueli a mar velous lie ? ' ' "You mean such a. well imagined novel. ' ' interrupted Mr. Mulhattan with sinik1. "Wiry , there i.- n 'vur any foundation to my . - toricThonin lie"- * my power. Almost anybody could write a story with th iumid'ation to ' bulid or ; it'requiif-- < r < 'uius t < con struct a novel without any foundation in fact whatever , to volve'il all out of your own mind as the suidiT draws tin- web from ite owu body. " I wrote that thing about the finding of a cave at Gallatin , where the jewels and the gold of the James brothers were found. When Frank James read it , he turned to a jailor and said : "I'll bet that story ivas written by Joe Mulhattan. ' " "What has been your success in Icxas ? " "Very fine. I suppose you read my neteor : story. The Fort Worth Gazette received the day after it was published L14 : telegrams from all parts of the vorld ; some were from St. Petersburg , iome from London , from Edinburgh. iVhen I visited Fort Worth afterward hey : gave me a fine banquet. The fexans enjoyed my novels immensely , some of my stories have never been iontradicted , especially that one about he finding of five skeletons under a ree where the people had all been illed by lightning. The } are talking f running me for congress down there , rpm Ochiltree , who used to be riendly with me before , hardly speaks me now. He says the meteor story aid him cold. He will never amount anything again as a liar. " "That last balloon story which is go ng the rounds , of a man hanging by wo fingers while he was dragged four niles , reads like you wrote it. " "No , " replied the Jules Verne of American newspapers , with a sigh of egret at such a good lie having escaped iiin. "I didn't write it , but whoever id it was a good one. I couldn't have lone the work better myself. " A Parvenu Princess. Tribune. Mrs. Parvenu had recently furnished . ier new house , and it was gorgeously lone. Everything was in style , and thi > arpets were woven in one piece to fit ach room. Mrs. Parvenu his a daugh- , and of her she was talkinjr to a vis- or. "Ah , Mrs. Pam-nu , " said the idy , "your daughter doesn't go out men. " "No , not a great deal. It ires the poor dear so much. " "In- eed ! Isn't she " well ? "Ob , yed , rell enough ; but , you see , at go many the houses where she nm.-t call she as to walk over the seums in the car ets , and it hurts the poor dear's feet nd makes her so tired. "