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She ©ritanc Published bv the Tbtkunb Publishfaw 00. ) J. H. BEVEAUX. Maxvgb» > VOL. 111. 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. r* “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. r 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. t 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. 151.25 Per Annnm; 75 rente for Six Months-, 50 cents Three Months; Single Copies I 5 cant* -In Advance. 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. NO. 21.