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In White.
In white, like fairest flower cf May,
Pure, in her cradle-bed she lay.
In white—a girl in gladsome play,
She lived as life were always day.
In white—her lover by her side,
She proudly stood a happy bride.
In white, she lay on bed of pain—
A lily press'd down by the rain.
In white—a halo ’round her head,
She lived; men looked and call’d her dead.
In white, her spirit, like a flame,
.Uprose to heaven, whence it came.
—[George Birdseye.
THE SCARLET CLOAK.
by ELIZABETH CUMINGS.
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“Tell about the borrower being the
slave of the lender! If there’s a slave on
earth, I’m one to the Pettigrew’s,” and
Mrs. Holden hastily laid down her
work. “Tilly’s coming as usual with a
pint bowl, and Pettigrews grocery’s not
two blocks oil! It does beat all!’’ “You
ought to be accustomed to it by this
time, mother,” said pretty Winnie
k Holden, looking up with a smile. “I
[ don’t think they can help it—l believe
they are uneasy without something of
ours. Last week it was the waffle-iron,
and the fluter, and this week it’s the
rolling-pin, and the mouse-trap.” A
sharp rap at the door was followed by
the appearance of an untidy little girl,
who announced in a high, monotonous
voice, that “My ma’d like to borrow
null ginger ter put inter a ginger cake,
an’ some pumpkin pios, an’ Miss Win
nie, mayn’t we take your corn-popper?”
“I suppose we ought to be accommo
dating,” said Winnie, blushing. “Per
haps other people borrows more than we
do.”
“They don’t—l mean nice people
don’t,” said her mother conclusively,
and the two sewed on in silence.
Winnefred Holden was, like other
pretty girls, very fond of tasteful
clothes, and her desire for them was
emphasized by the fact that her means
of gratifying her tastes were limited.
Her father had been in the hardware
business thirty years, and had he pos
sessed business capacity, might have ’
had the best trade in the village. But
he was a timid, conservative man, and
had never moved from the narrow shop
in which he began, though the business
centre had shifted and left him on a
back street. Mrs. Holden had that
rarest and most telling of gifts, “fac
ulty,” and nothing went to w’aste in the
little brown house, whose snug comfort
was the envy, by more than one neigh
bor. Winnie had received a careful
education, and wanted to teach, but
she had no aptitude for the work, and
■her father knew it. “You weren’t
► made for it,” he said to her. “Stay at
home and learn housekeeping and
your education is not
sufficient for you to start out yet.”
Winnie obeyed, but her allowance
was small and she often thought long
ingly of what she might earn, were her
|L. father willipg. Scarlet cloaks had just
come into fashion, and now she never
Kjooked into the glass, that she did not
■ think how becoming one would
be to her dark eyes
E and hair. Carrie Pettigrew, a red
headed, freckled, plain-faced little
thing of fourteen had one, made with a
white silk lining and white silk tassels.
Winnie felt her deprivation more keen
ly than ever, and did what she had
never done before, asked her father to
observe the coveted garment. “I've
seen it,” he said m his quiet way. “A
fool and his money soon parted. I'm I
afraid Carrie’ll wish her turkey-red
cloak a blanket when snow flies.”
* It was the last dav of June, and that
evening, Dr. and Mrs. Grannis, the
heads of the Dorking Collegiate Institute >
for Yonng Ladies, guvj a reception to i
their pupils and patrons. Winnie and I
her father and mother had receive!
I invitations, and to Winnie it was
a great occasion in itself, and because i
the Doctor's nephew, Joan, Burl, was up I
from New York, where he had been
bard at work at a medical school. Sln»
had com pissed fresh glove*, and a new
' fan, besides the new tarlctan dress she
had worked at for a fortnight. There
were exquisite crimson roses opening by
the dining-room door, and creamy ones
j by the sitting-room windows, and with
a bunch of these at her belt, Winnie
thought her toilet would be per
fect, if only she had a scarlet cloak in
place of her old white shawl. As she
stitched on the last row r s of satin ribbon
on her flounces, she slowly came to a
decision over something she had de
bated for days. It was very hard, after
that unlucky visit of Tilly for the gin
ger, but there was the coveted scarlet
cloak. “Mother,” she said, when her
task was done, and the new dress was
carefully laid out on the spare room bed,
“I don’t believe it would be any harm
if I asked Carrie for her cloak to-night.
It will harmonize beautifully with my
things, and will just fit me.”
For an instant Mrs. Holden hesitated,
a fact which was not lost upon her
daughter. “I don’t blame you for
wanting the cloak,” she said gravely.
“ But we can’t afford to buy you, one
and what your father can’t afford to
buy, you can’t afford to wear. Besides,”
she added as a sort of vindictive anti
climax, “ I never have borrowed of ’em
and I won’t begin.”
About five o'clock an anxious mes
senger from the parsonage begged
Mrs. Holden’s immediate presence, as
the minister’s little boy was very ill.
Between a sick child and a reception
there was no room for choice to that
good w'oman. “I shall stay all night,
maybe,” she said hastily, as she rolled
up a pair of slippers, a small shawl and
an apron. “Nora’ll help you dress, and
I’ll stop in and ask the DeLongs to call
for you. Your father can’t go.”
Dorking, though a largo village, pre
served its simple ways, and after sup
per, John Burt looked in to say that he
had Mrs. Holden’s permission to escort
his old school-fellow to his uncle's
j house, and that he would come at ex
i actly eight o’clock. “Ye’re parfec’ly
' splendid!’ said Nora, when Winnie was
I dressed. “Ye have such a swate figure
I , 3
fur the flounces, Miss! I’d be havin’ me
pink braige made loike that now, if I
had more shapes to me. ”
“Nora," said Winnie, with nervous
haste, “Go over to Mrs. Pettigrew’s,
the back way—and ask her to lend me
Carrie's scarlet cloak. Tell her I’ll be
very careful of it.”
Hiding her astonishment by looking
at the floor, Nora started on her errand
as if borrowing were one of her daily
duties, but she shook her head at the
bushes, as she went through the garden.
“It’s the avil communications, jist as
Father O’Farrell was tollin’ us last Sun
day,” she said to herself. “It’s caught
it she has, loike it war the maysles or
th’ itch.”
As Winnie went down the street at
John Burt’s side, she was conscious that
all the Pettigrew children, save Carrie
and the baby, were gazing at her
through the fence, and she heard them
whisper, one after another, • between
their mouthfuls of molasses and bread,
“That’s Carrie’s cloak; our Carrie’s
cloak.” It was little comfort to her
that her companion did not appear to
hear them, but talked busily of his
work in the hospitals. Every house she
passed seemed to echo derisively, “Car
rie’s cloak, that’s Carrie’s cloak”- -and
she gladly laid it off.
Dr. Grannis lived in a rambling, old
fashioned house, standing away from the
road, in a fine oak grove. As the par
lors and wide hill were thronged, the
younger guests drifted out to the
spacious verandas to enjoy tho moon
i light, and the quiet chat possible in the
' shelter of the great stuccoed pillars.
. The night, though warm, was damp,
j John Burt was a medical student, and
he was very fond of Winnie. Noticing
, her thin draperies, he compelled her to i
; wrap herself in her cloak. The re- j
| freshments were in the care of Chris
topher Cruncher, the best caterer of the
i city of N—-, ten miles away; and being
i a great admirer of th-' Doctor, he hal '
I come to superintend things him - I
s If. Pompous, nervous and short- !
sighted? his presence usually
brought such a train of
SAVANNAH, GA., SATURDAY. MARCH 10.1888.
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consequences with it, that his chief ■
waiter called him “Old Calamity.”
This time an evil genius prompted him ;
to carry a tray out on tho veranda. 1
Upon it was a large pitcher of coffee?
and a little pitcher filled with cream.
Hearing the jingle of crockery behind
her, Winnie nervously started. Mr.
Cruncher started in his turn, struck his ■
long foot against a board which had \
been warped by sun and rain, and in a
moment the scarlet cloak was ruined.
‘‘Your dress is not hurt,” said John
Burt, as ho snatched the dripping gar
ment from her. “I’m not sorry it’s thi*
thing, instead of that pretty white
1 shawl l’,ve seen you wear.”
“It will cost fifteen dollars to replace
1 it,” said Mrs. Holden the next morning,
when Winnie had made her confession,
and they had come to the question of
replacing the rod cloak. “I really
don’t know how to ask your father for
the money, and wo must not wait.”
“Wad yo believe it, mum!” said
Nora, putting her curly head in at the
door, “Mr. Pettigrew's big grocery’s
' shut up, an’ it’s failed they’re sayin,’ he
has, and ruined entirely.”
“Dear me!” exclaimed Mrs. Holden,
almost with satisfaction. “It’s just
what I’ve been expecting this long
while.”
“The baby’s sick, and Mrs. Pettigrew
asked me yesterday to let Ann Eliza
Markham know that she want’s a
month’s sewing done,” said Winnie
thoughtfully. “1 believe I’ll go over
there directly, and have this done
with."
Mrs. Pettigrew was sobbing and weari
ly rocking a fretful baby, while Carrie
was trying to mend a small stocking. “I
don’t want you to pay a cent,” said Mrs.
Pettigrew tremulously, when she had
heard Winnie’s story. “I can’t see how
it was your fault.”
“It was all my fault; the fault of my
careless disposition, and my weakness
for borrowed finery. I hate myself for’’
—Winnie was going to say “borrow
ing” but she closed her sentence ner
vously by adding —“for being so fool
ish.”
“It isn’t foolish to love pretty
things,” quavered the tired woman.
“It’s few enough my children will have
now. I don’t want Ann Eliza now. 1
don’t want anything,” and she bent
over the cradle sobbing, till the baby,
finding he could not make her smile by
clutching at her with his tiny fist,
puckered up his lips and roared too.
“If you do not want to take the
price of the cloak, lam going to come
and sew for you,” said Winnie reso
lutely. “You shall not lose by me. I can
sew as well as Miss Markham, and
mamma will advise about the cutting
out.”
“I’d feel paid for tho cloak twice
over if you’ll teach me to sew,” said
Carrie, lifting her head. “I want to
learn to do things.”
“I’ll teach you all I can," said Win
nie, bending down and kissing her.
For four long weeks, the pleasantest
part of the summer, Winnie went daily
to Mrs. Pettigrew’s sitting-room, and
made new out of old, and stores of
undergarments for the little Pettigrews. :
But what can be told was not the j
best part of the work she did. The i
sense of disaster and failure that ;
clouded the house gave place to helpful 1
activity. The children woke up to i
the pleasure there is in warm water j
and soap, and things in their places,
and Winnie’s success in making every
scrap of cloth useful inspired even the
cook to be saving of flour and fuel. .
Mr. Pettigrew’s creditors made a com- '
promise with him to go into business
again. But even when their prosperity
returned, the Pettigrew fumiiy never
| went back to all their old ways. They :
I occasionally borrowed, but what Mr.
; Holden called “Winnie’s missionary
month” had wrought a great change.
Winnie is Mrs. Dr. Burt now, but she
never borrows. Shi k very kind and
' considerate, and once lent her hand
: painted china, but she has never bor- >
i rowed anything since that June day
when she borrowed the scarlet cloak. i
[The Examiner.
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A Generous Landlord.
Baron Vorwarts has near Stavenhagen,
; in Mecklenburg, an estate of about five
! thousand acres. It is chiefly devoted to
wheat and beat-root, and is worked by
its owner on a form of co-operation; and
although the times are bad ho is
I still able to make a good profit on the
: capital value of his estate. Hu is his
own farmer. He pays very small wages
j in money, but the laborer is provided
with a house, a supply of corn, a piece
of grazing land, the means of education,
and which enable him
if*Womfort. Tho baron is con
tent with four per cent, interest as his
own share, and once in ten years he
divides tho remainder or the profits in
equitable proportions among the peas
antry. At the last division, which took
place in 1884, as much as S2OO or $250
fell to th? share of a single family. This
excellent landlord lives among his peo
ple, and has so completely identified
himself with their well-being that the
peasants do not speak of “the baron’s
wheat or horses,” but of “our wheat”
and “cur horses.” The baron believes
that so far as agricultuwis concerned
he has discovered the means of harmon
izing the interests of capital with those
of labor.—[Chicago News.
Organized Female Thieves.
A new method of stealing has just
been detected at Vienna, Austria. A
number of women established employ
ment offices for placing shop-girls, and
succeeded in gaining the confidence of
numerous store-keepers. The young
ladies they recommended were first in
structed to rob their employers and hand
over the proceeds of their thefts to tho
agents. The latter made regular rounds
every day. On entering a store the
agent would make a small purchase, for
which she would pretend to pay with a
largo note. The fictitious difference,
consisting of money stolen, was then
l openly placed on the center ami
pocketed by the agent. Thw latter re
tained fifty cents or $1 of every day’s
takings of each girl, and paid the re
mainder to the latter. The whole gang
is now in custody. The occurrence may
lead to the introduction of our system
of a cashier’s desk in every store to re
place tho ordinary money drawer, ac- ,
cessiblc to every employe. The losses
of some of the store-keepers are esti
mated at $3,000 to $4,000.
Largest Tree in the World.
Notwithstanding the wonderful di
i mensions of California t rees, the reputed
largest tree in the worl 1 is not to be
found among them, but is situated in
Mascoli, near the foot of Mount .Etna,
It is called the “Chestnut Tree of a
Hundred Horses,” and moreover is be*
lieved to be one of the oldest trees in
the world. Its name from tho re
port that Queen Jane of Arragon, with
her principal nobility, took refuge from
a violent storm under its branches. At
one'time it was supposed that it con
sisted of a clump of trees united, but on
digging away the earth the root was
found entire at no great depth. Five
enormous branches arise from one great
trunk, which is two hundred and twelve
i feet in circumference. A part of tho
j trunk has been broken away ami its in
terior is hollow, and is large enough to
■ contain a flock of sheep or two car
riages driven abreast through it. It
; still bears an abundance of fruit, and
j its collectors have built a hut within
the trunk, the better to promote their
\lork.—[Prairie Farmer.
Historian Bancroft’s Longevity.
Mr. George Lincroft accounted for
his own longevity the other day with
three reasons: First, that ho was the
middle child in his father's family,
‘ equally distant from the youngest to the
oldest; second, that he had always
gone to bed at ten o’clock, unless it had
been impossible; and, third, that he
had spent four hours in each day in the
often air, unless prevented by a storm.
He added that his riding, of which the
newspapers had made so much, was
I primarily for the purpose of being out
of doors, aud not of being on hone
back.
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PEARLS OF THOUGHT.
.1-- —I
Destroy ignorance and let progression
I progress.
Every utterance creates soma kind of
• •
■ an impression.
Calumny is like coal; if it does not
burn it will soil.
Real glory springs from the silent con
quest of ourselves.
Avoid temptation through fear you
, may not withstand it.
Never speak evil of any one. Be just
■ before you are generous.
Colors are extensively used tn the
decoration of black toilets.
Our acts make or mar us; we arc tho
children of our own deeds.
It is an irrefragable law of mind that
moral efforts beco-rm easier by repetition.
He who doo- not engage in the quar
\ rcls of others will have’ few of his own.
Every man has throe characters that
which he exhibits, that which helms,
and that which he thinks he has.
Irresolution u a worse vico than rash
ness. Ho that shoots best may some
times miss the mark, but ho that shoots
not at all cau never hit it. Irresolution
loosens all tho joints of a stato; like
an ague, it shakes not this nor that limb,
but all tho body is at onco in a fit.
3800 I’ictiircsque Islands,
My visit, to Japan has been a delight
ful one from first to last. The surface
of the country is broken and diversified,
and tho scenery in some parts may be
i called picturesque and beautiful. As
I you traverse the country, mountains are
I almost always in sight. Tho valleys and
plains are under, high cultivation, and
the soil productive. A great system of
horticulture rather than of agriculture
may be said to prevail, for the land is
for the most part, broken up into small
patches of rice and cotton and millet,
ami a variety of garden vegetables, so
that large districts have the appearance
of one great garden adjoining the vil
i lages, or with humble lodges or homes
scattered among the fields. Everything
here, from the people to the national
territory, seems to bo on rather a
small scale. Japan, with its 3800
stands and its 37,000,000 of peo
ple, has a national territory of only
I 151,000 square miles, or a little more
than three times the area of the state of
New York. Hence the population In
many portions of the country is very
dense. The Japanese are an industrious
people, with simple habits and few
wants. The laboring daises wear but
little and cheap clothing, and are s; .is
j lied with very simple food. A cup of
tea, a little rice, a few vegetables and a
I bit of dri d fish make for them a satis
i sac tory meal. But they strike me as a .
very genial an I kindly people, ranch
more so than the Chinese, as I have
seen them on tho Pacific coast. They
j seem to enjoy their domestic and social
life. They are rapidly I ccoraing an in
telligent people, willing not only to re
ceive, but anxious and ambitions to ob
tain knowledge.—[New York Evange- ?
list.
Missed Death by an Inch.
A man at work on tho Huntington
bridge across the Ohio, near tha foot of
Central avenue, was standing on <Jhe of
th< piers at least tw< nty feet above tho
water. All around the base of the' pier
were broken stone, driven piles and all
sort of debri-, on which a falling body
could be dashed to pieces. Nowhere
, about the pier w.is there any deep water,
save in a narrow hole, the upper part of
which had an area of not more than four
, by six feet. While the man stood upon
the edge of the pier, unknown to him a
huge stone, suspended from a derrick,
was being swung toward him into it*
place. It struck his shoulder and in
stantly be was plunger! headlong. Did
he strike tho rocks or piling belowl
Not at aIL He made as neat a dive as
ever did the most expert swimmer di
rectly into the well-’role already de
i scribed, aud came out uninjured. Had
he been swerved a foot to the right his
I brains would have been spattered upon
• the rocks.—[Ciucinimtl Times Star.
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