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THE BROOK’S SONO.
Through all the drifted snows
That fill the woodland nook,
In lisping music flows
, The dark, unfilled brook.
While winding swift along
' Upon it* icy way,
It* song is but the song
It sang in rosy May.
Ah, happy brook, to sing,
, While winter (Lays depart,
The melody of spring ’ »
That ripples in its heart!
Tl. K, Munkittrick, in Harper $ Weekly.
THE LOST DIME.
BY JENNIE P. ARNOLD.
T was sitting in the parlor of a New
Y'ork friend,indulging in an after-dinner
chat, when the subject of horse car
strikes was mentioned and my friend re
innrkedr “I believe I understood both
sides of the story pretty well, for I was
conductor on the —avenue line for near¬
ly a year.”
“Yotia conductor!” I said in surprise,
■ i I never knew that before, but then,” I
added, “as our acquaintance extends
only over a little more than two years
you might have been a highwayman be
fore that for all I know to the contrary ”
“I hardly think a carBhonductor can
be classed with that fraternity, though
perhaps some of the bosses think they
arc little better, when they abuse them
of having so much of the company’s
money stick to their fingers; but I never
speculated in Wall street or bought a
brown stone front with my accumula¬
tions in that line. I came to New Y'ork
about four years ago with the promise of
a situation in the office of the — Avenue
Horse Railroad Company, but there was
no vacancy at that time, and, as nothing
better offered, I accepted a place as con
ductor while waiting; but nearly a year
passed before they were ready for mo in
the office, and in the meantime I had an
opportunity of learning considerable of
the ins and outs of the business. I added
something to my knowledge of human
nature if not to my bank account.”
His oldest child, a bright-eyed, mis¬
chievous little sprite of eight years,
came up tit that moment and laid her
cheek against his shoulder, while her
hands tightly clasped his arm.
“Ah, Puss 1” he said, catching her up
and giving her a toss in the air, then
setting her on his knee as'ho resumed:
“You’d be surprised at all the ingenious
devices to beat a conductor out of a
faro, from the well-dressed gentlemen
who have left their pocket books in the
other trousers’ pockets, to the half
drunkeu bummer who never has another
pair o^trousers to leave a nickel in, but
who rides as far as he can and when put
off for non-payment of fare, hails the
next cur and so keeps o.’l until he reaches
his destination. But the toughest of all
is when a woman claims to have lo.st her
purse, her or something of the kind, and
helplessness appeals to a fellow's gal¬
lantry. I used to ring in a fare out of
my own pocket at such times until I
caught some of the schemers laughing at
my softness, then I decided I wasn’t so
green as to get sold that way ‘again.
The company was very strict, it was
all a fellow’s place waa worth
to let any one ride without
paying fare, no matter what the circum¬
stances; our orders were to compel
women, as well as men, to leave the car
unless they paid. If we felt in the least
lenient in enforcing this order we could
never tell which passenger might be a
“spotter,” or how soon wc might get
called into the office .and discharged.
I’ll never forget one case of the kind. It
Whs a cold day in December, and the
President of the road was in the car;
what ho was there for I never knew, but
he occasionally rodo up and down, for
inspection, 1 suppose. At Grand street
two nicely-dressed ladies got on, wbt>
paid their fare out of wel'-filled purses;
not a very common occurrence where
ladies are returning from shopping at the
Grand street bargain stores, eh Fanny?”
with a laughing glance at his wife, who
was locking in an easy chair with the
baby, a fine plump little fellow a year
old, in her lap.
“You ought to know best,” was the
response, “seeing you hid a year to
study up the subject.”
“I shouldn’t have noticed these' so
pnrticlnrly only for what followed. At
the next crossing a woman was waiting.
I saw that she was young, was dressed in
black, and had a very sad expression.
She had a large bundle and feeble-look
iug.baby in her arms,while holding to her
dress was a three-year-old toddler with
round rosy cheeks and bright blue eyes.
I stepped off to help the woman on and
took the little girl in my arms. 1 always
had a soft spot in my heart for children
of the genuine sort, not little old men
and women. My friends used to chaff
me on liking pretty little girls better
than 1 did the big ones, and 1 think they’
were about right. This one was so
bright and pretty 1 wanted to give her a
lmg and kiss, but I bad learned that it
isn t niwav* wise to try it with the little
girls any more thau with the older
ODt>s -
\ t t0
™‘!’ • l :**:"«■ l niss
»h.tc ,1,1 7 tilth between Sh0 T° her K rose ,r bps clt -I,
niakosny up herylnmp "'.’.'S little foo poorly protected .i"Ming
front the cold pavement by a well-worn
J *i.
*w \ c\ ii you snail i ii get ^ *i t.iem all >t nice •
and warm, said, making room for her
beside the stove. The mother dropped
mto a seat with a sigh of weariness and
placing her bundle on the floor shifted
the baby to her lap to relieve her tired
anus. I was called away to attend to
other passengers, and returning held out
mv hand for the mother's fare. Th* little
girl was holding out her poor worn little
shoes to the tire.
4 i •*t s dood and warm here, she said.
with ... , face all smiles and . dimples, .. ,
a as 1
stopped beside her.
‘“That's right, get all warmed
through, I said, patting her on the head,
then turned to too mother again. She
had shifted the moy to her left knee
and was carefully searching her pocket;
a troubled, anxious expression came
over her face, then one of alarm fol
lowed.
“ *1 had ten cent ... piece in pocket
a my
book,, she saiu, looking up, ‘but I cant
find, it, 1 m sure I put it here: I ra
afraid, aad her lips trembled and her
eyes began to fill with tears, Tin afraid
I’ve lost it.’ •
“Her distress was so evidently genuine
I could not believe she was playing off
as so many had done before, and I said
pleasantly: ‘Look again, madam, you
will probably find it somewhere,’ and I
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turned, catching the eyes of the Presi¬
dent watching me sharply.
“The woman turned her pocket in*
sido out, got up and shook her dress,
then looked ^refully over the floor, at
several who sat near her. I stopped
trie car to help on and off several
passengers, then came back to the
woman. She looked greatly troubled,
and f could see only restrained tears by
great effort.
“ ‘I cannot find it,’ she said looking
up at me with trembling lips, ‘I saved
it out on purpose for this ride, and put
it in my pocket-book just as I started,
but it's gone, and I must have lost it.’ ”
“What was I to do? The woman
seemed honest enough, yet I had seen
others equally so who proved to be im¬
posters; then there were the sharp eyes
of the President upon me, and if I
faltered in my duty (HI would go my
head, with no chance of the promotion
I was hoping for.
ti t The rules are to put off all who do
not pay,’ I managed to say with assumed
firmness, while all the time I felt as if I
would like to pitch the President off necx
and heels instead of the woman. ‘I’m
sorry, madam, but the rules must be
obeyed.’ ‘I know it, I know it,’ she
.(ftid piteously, ‘but if you would let me
^ l,ack U 1 PJ 1 T f,ha11 d havo W the whea mon , °y \ _ then c u ome \
>
j )0,Dtin b' to her bundle of work to prove
her statement; ‘It s such a long way, and
I in so tired,’ she pleaded, and there was
the chubby, dimpled face of tbe little
girl smiling up at rae all the time.
“I felt as if I would like to kick my¬
self as I turned away; if I only dared ap¬
peal to the President, but no! none of
the men were supposed to know him,
and I felt as if his cold eyes were pierc¬
ing me through and through as if he de¬
lighted in the test 1 was passing
through.
«i < Hang the old rascal,’ I said to my¬
self, ‘I’ll have to put the weman dlf, but
I’ll slip a quarter into Puss’s hand so they
can pay their fare on the next car.’
“ ‘I’m sorry, madam;’ I tried to say
firmly, but the sad, pleading look almost
broke me down, ‘the rules must be
obeyed,’ and I reached up to pull the
bell rope; but in an instant the younger
of the two wqmcn, of whom I have be¬
fore spoken, c’aught my arm.
“‘No, no!’ she cried with flushed
cheeks and indignant eyes, and before I
knew what she intended she emptied her
purse into the woman’s lap and passed
quickly out of the car. A perfect shower
of coin—several dollars, at least, fell rat¬
tling down, a part falling on the floor.
I stooped to pick it up, when the elder
lady dropped several more pieces into
the woman’s lap and followed her com¬
panion. The poor woman looked up,
dumb with amazement, then covering the
money with one hand, dropped her face
on the baby’s head and sobbed so she
shook from head to foot. The little girl,
seeing her mother’s distress, crept up
close beside licr, and with her little arms
about her nock and her cheek nestled
against hers tried to comfort her.
“ ‘Don’t kwy, mamma,’ she pleaded,
‘I’ll be so dood, don’t kwy.’
“I don't believe there was a dry eye
in the car; the women didn’t hesi¬
tate ♦ ( arry their handkerchiefs to their
eyes, bnt the men looked out of the win¬
dows, drew their hats down over theii
eyes, and some blew their - noses vigor¬
ously, the President giving the strongest
blast of all. As for myself, .1 just rung
in a fare out of my o.vn pocket,and went
out on the platform, thankful that it was
a cold day I could use my handkerchief
freely*
“At the next strict the President got
out, and as he passed the little girl he
stopped and patted her rosy cheeks, with
some pleasant word, and slipped some¬
thing into her hand. A moment later,
when I had occasion to pass through the
car again, the little puss held out her
chubby baud: ‘See!’she cried, with her
pretty face radiant with delight: ‘O see
my bright, new penny 1’ I looked, it
was a five dotlar gold piece.
“The mother noticed it for the first
time.
ii i Where did you get it?’ she asked,
in astonishment.
ti i ’E big man div it to me,’ the little
one answered.
ii i Oh, sir, do you know who it -was?’
the mother said, appealing to me. ‘It
must be a mistake.’
“ ‘Not a bit of it,’ I answered, almost
as delighted us the child, herself, ‘it was
the President of this load; he could give
her a thousand such pieces and never
feel it.
My friend's little Elsie had been sit¬
ting very quietly in bis lap listening at¬
tentively to his story, and now as he
paused eagerly.
“ ‘And the little girl—did you ever
see her again, papa?’
“ ‘Y'es, Pussie, I think I’ve seen her
several times since then,’ he said, with a
merry twinkle in his eyes and a peculiar
smile under liis heavy moustache. ‘I
think I see her now,’ catching up Elsie
and giving her a hug and a kiss, ‘you're
the little girl, yourself, Puss!’
“ ‘Me, papa!’ she cried, bounding to
her feet and catching licr father by the
shoulders, ‘and was the lady my
mamma?’
“ ‘Just your \,U, mamma and no oue else,’
K with a smile at the child'.
-She med to ride fre
qiKntly on my car after that, and I al
W ays carried W: a pocket full of bonbons
fot y0 », we soon sot to be
tho best of Wen(fe an(i ” iamma
otcoa e
S 0 * 1 acquainted a little
with me on your account. Then I iearned
she had been a widow for a year and was
trying to support herself and two ehil
dren by doing plain sewing, which hardly
gave her enough to keep soul and bod'v
together. had At last the'baby died and
mamma d a long illness from the grief
aa over-work: just then I received mv
appointment to the office with twice mV
old salary, and I fiuallv persuaded raam
ma to let me take care of both of ycu;
though mamma says I courted you in
stead of her, and married her so as to
j. QU •)
I caught the quick interchange of
glances, the look of pride and affection
which took in wife and baby, and the
the happy content in the face of the wife,
and felt sure there was room in mv
friend's heart for all his treasures,
“Well, now that’s a nice little story,”
El§ie cried delightedlv, putting her
plump hands on either cheek and draw
ing her father's face down she
could kiss it, “and youYe the darlingest
old papa in the whole world !”—New York
p oS t,
..... . ■— - —
A bottle thrown into the Atlantic
November 24, 1SS7, from the Cepha
Ionia, about 400 miles out from Boston,
recently washed ashore on a little islet in
the Cairibean Sea, G300 miles away,
BUDGET OF FUN.
HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM
VARIOUS SOURCES.
A Boston Lullaby—The Dear Girls—
They Sounded Familiar—The
Supply Stopped—Something
to Say, Etc., Etc.
Baby's On the brain wherefore is tired of thinking
and the whence.
Baby’s precious eyes are Winking
With iheipient somnolence.
Little hands are weary turning
Heavy leaves of lexicon;
Little nose is fretted learning
How to keep its glasses on.
Baby knows the laws of nature
Are beneficent and wise;
His medulla oblongata
Bids my darling close his eyes.
And his pneumogastrics tell him
Quietude is always best %
When his little cerebellum
Needs recuperative rest. I
Baby must have relaxation,
Let the world go wrong or right—
Sleep, my darling, leave creation
To its chances for the night.
-—John Burke Roche.
TflE SUPPLY STOPPED.
“Did that man you were talking to so
excitedly haul you over the coals?”
“No; he said I couldn’t have a scuttle
more uutil I settled!”— Munsey's Weekly.
THE DEAR GIRLS.
Maud—“George proposed to me last
night.”
Ethel—“lie told me you were next on
his list when I refused him last week.”
— Munsey's Weekly.
THEY SOUNDED FAMILIAR.
“Y r oung Mr. Snaffles appears to have
inherited his father’s ability, as a
preacher. ”
“Y'es—and a good many of his ser¬
mons, too .”—New York Sun.
SOMETHING TO SAY.
Farmer Green (to boy caught stealing
his apples)—“Well, sir, what have you
to say for yourself?”
Boy (with pockets full)—“Please, sir,
may I have some apples ?”—Yankee Blade.
FOR THE ABSENTMIDED.
Bjinks—“Pve invented an ink bottle
which will make my fortune.”
Bjones—“What kind is it?”
Bjinks—“It sounds an alarm at the
approach of a mucilage brush .”—New
York Herald.
WISHED HE HADN’T ASKED.
“I say, Bobby,” whispered Featherly,
“did your sister say she hoped ray trip
would do me good?”
“Yes; she told me last night that if
Mr. Featherly went West, she hoped he
would go for good.”
A FOOT IN HER MOUTII.
A small girl of three years old sudden¬
ly burst out crying at the dinner table.
“Why, Mabel,” said her mother,
“what is the matter?”
“Oh,” whined Mabel, “my teeth trod
on my tongue !”—Chicago News.
OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES.
“Ma, can I go over to Sallie’s house
and play a little while?” asked four-year
old Nellie.
“Y'es, dear; I don’t mind if you do.”
“Thank you, ma,” was the demure re¬
ply; “I have been.”— Chicago News.
A SURPRISE.
Customer—“What is the matter with
the milk this morning? It has a very pe
culiar look.”
Driver of Miik Wagon (a new hand)—
“The truth is, ma’am, the bo3s forgot to
skim off the cream .”—Texas Siftings.
A MATTER OF PRICE AND DECENCY.
“There, ray good man, there’s a plate¬
ful of victuals, but I should think a
great, big, strong fellow like you would
be ashamed to beg!”
“So I am ashamed, but what am I to
do? I must either beg or work!”— Life.
CUT SHORT.
Ilusband—“Now we will have a nice
evening to ourselves; shall I read aloud?”
Wife—‘ ; Yes; what does it say about
the winter fashions? My dress-”
Husband—“Jove; I remember an en¬
gagement I had forgotten.”— Munsey's
Weekly.
THE DIFFERENCE.
Gazzam—“YVhat is the difference be¬
tween a poet and a plumber?”
Maddox—“The poet is generally poor. ”
‘•That isn’t the answer,”
“Let’s have it, then.”
“The poet pipes the lay, but the
plumber lays the pipes.”— Life.
REASSURED.
Mrs. Newwed—“Have some of the
pie, Mr. Oklboy. I made it myself.”
Mr. Oldbov (guest)—“Um—I thank
you, but I seldom^eat pie.”
Mr. Newwed—“Don’t be afraid of it,
my old friend; it's all right. I tried it
on a tramp .”—New York Weekly.
-
MOTHER’S MENIAL WORK CONCEALED.
Algernon (making a call)—“YVhat are
these noises I hear, Miss Maud?”
Miss Maud (whose mother is vindict¬
ively making a wholly unnecessary racket
in washing .the dishes)—“It’s dear
mamma. She dearly loves to sort over
the bric-a-brac .”—Chicago Tribune.
SOCIETY AS HE FOUND IT.
Mrs. Iatrade—“YVliere is your father?”
Adult Son—“He is at the store,editing
his edition of ‘Society as I Have Found
It.” • •
Mrs. Intrade—“What? A book?”
Son—“Y'es, a ledger, full of unpaid
iml uncolleetable bills .''—New York
Weekly.
TOO LOVE SICK To'EAT.
Principal of a Girls’ Boarding School
fto a butcher)—“For to-morrow you can
send me three pounds of meat less than
the usual quantity.”
“Have you lost some of your board
ers?”
••No, but four of the girls have fallen
n l° ve>
THEN AND NOW.
Warren Chambers!—“So Cashier Mor
ral has gone wrong. They say he fcas
stealing " *
wee* for years.”
Barclay Murray—“Why,when* they in
vistigated his books a year ago I thought
he came out of the ordeal unspotted.”
YYarren Chambers—“He .did; but
they’ve spotted him now.”— Puck.
SOT A SANDWICH.
“Gimme a ham sandwich 1” shoutec !
the guest at the dime lunch counter.
Two seconds later he complained to the
attendant. “That was the worst sand¬
wich I ever had. No more taste than
sawdust, and not big enough to see.”
“Y'ou’ve et yer check,” returned the
attendant, contemptuously; “this here's
yer ham san’wich.”
RETRIBUTION FOR INFORMERS.
Schoolmaster (turning round sharply",
—“Which of you is it that is daring to
make faces at me?”
Six Y'oungsters (in chorus)—“Freddy
Brown, sir.”
Schoolmaster—“Ah! Then you sis
boys stand out and be caned. If yon
saw Freddy Brown making faces, it shows
that you were not attending to your les¬
sons .”—Pick Me Up.
DETECTED.
“I like to have Mr. Benson call,” said
Mollie, “because he is so bright. He is
one of those people who always leave a
good taste’in your mouth when they gc
away.”
“I thought that was what Mr. Benson
was trying to do,” unexpectedly re¬
marked Mollie’s sister Nellie, “when I
looked down over the banisters and saw
you standing together in the hall just
before he went away .”—Sommercille
Journal.
• A SHORT STORY.*
She—“Please make me up a dose of
caster oil.”
Smart Clerk (after a lapse of five min¬
utes)—“Have a glass of soda, won’t
you?”
She drinks soda and waits for the oil.
Smart Clerk—“Anything else, Miss?”
She—“The castor oil, please.”
Smart Clerk—“Why, I gave you the
oil in the soda!”
She—“Well, I didn’t want it for my¬
self. It was for my brother. ”— Life.
ORDERS ARE ORDERS.
A gentleman was looking at a suite of
rooms in an apartment house; he found
them satisfactory, and said to the janitor:
“I’ll take them.”
“Have you any children, sir?”
“Yes, two.”
“Then I cannot let you the rooms.”
“Why, my children are both married
and live in Iowa.”
“That makes no difference. My orders
are not to take in any tenant who has
children .”—Shoe and Leather Reporter.
GRATIFIED CURIOSITY.
“Katie,” said he, when the time came
for him to take his departure, “do you
think you care enough for me to link
your lot with mine? Could you leave
this home and be happier in another
with me?”
“Yes, Augustus, I think I could,”
softly but unhesitatingly answered Katig.
“I didn’t know whether to ask you or
not,” continued Augustus, “so I thought
I’d see how you felt about it.” And,
having satisfied himseif as to her feelings
toward him, hfijdook his hat to go, but
he went without a good-night kiss.—
Boston Herald.
FOUND A FREAK.
A weak, sickly-looking individual,
with a shawl and a pair of gaiters, en¬
tered a railroad restaurant and said to
the waiter:
“YYaiter, bring me a sirloin steak, an
omelet and some baked potatoes.”
“Y'es, sir; that—”
“And some baked ham, and—and a
small mutton chop, waiter.”
“Y'es, sir. Tea?”
“A couple bottles of beer and a half
dozen English muffins.”
The waiter put down his tray with a
knowing smile. Glancing over at the
counter to see if the proprietor was look¬
ing he leaned over and whispered:
“Say, mister, you don’t want a manager,
do you ?”—American Grocer.
Ingrowing Toe NaiL
I have noticed in several of the late
issues of your valued paper some meth¬
ods of treatment of ingrowing toe nails,
writes Dr. C. B. Williams, of a Philadel¬
phia hospital. As I have had a number
of cases to come under my notice in dis¬
pensary practice, probably the course of
treatment that we pursued may be of in¬
terest to some of jour readers. In all
cases,and even in severe forms of ingrow¬
ing toe nails, where one would be dis¬
posed to think that the only procedure
would be to remove a portion of the of¬
fending nail, together with the matrix or
bed of the nail, wc resorted to the sim¬
ple method of packing the ingrowing
portion of the nail with cotton. After
the nail has been’well packed, a few
drops of the tincture of chloride of iron
are allowed to soak into the cotton. The
iron acts as an astringent, hardening the
usually very tender and sensitive granu¬
lations; it also deadens pain to a great
extent, and bv its stimulating action
causes healthy tissue to form rapidly.
The packing is repeated three times
weekly; and at the end of one or two
weeks the use of the iron may be discon¬
tinued. The nail, however, is to be well
packed with cotton until the ingrowing
portion has grown out and is able to be
properly trimmed. In trimming the nails
one should be careful to cut the straight
across and not to carry the scissors deep
down into the corners of the nail, as so
many are apt to do. I have seen some
of the worst cases of ingrowing toe nail
cured by following the above plan of
treatment .—Scientific American.
Judged by Her Hearth.
A certain wise old iadv said to the
writer recently: “I always judge a wo¬
man by the hearth she keeps. Show me
the fire she sits by and I'll tell you her
character.” She was right, as you will
know if you think a minute. From time
immemorial the cherry hearth has been
a symbol of home and its comforts, but
when it is disorderly, unswept or
choked with ashes, it ceases to be a
joy or luxury.
The room may be poor and the fire a
tiny one, but if the dog irons are bright
and erect, the poker, tongs and shovel
marshaled side by side in military order,
the hearth swept cleaD, the bricks as red
as scrubbing brush can make them, and
the fire blazing cheerily, the scantiness
of the furniture will not matter and home
W G1 seem the dearest thing on earth,
By the will anything ever take the
place of the old open fire place? Beside
it: th® furnace in the cellar is an abomi*
nation, and the grate is a new fangled
make believe. — Globe-Democrat.
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COLLEGE, ATLANTA, GA.
Shorthand Establishei over twcuatv year*. Bookkeeping and
of student* taught k*>cd by exfteriendkd taaohers. Thousands
Student* iti riVed daiiy. paying xXHritionp, Terms moderate.
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All Honor and Glory
—TO—
GEORGIA!
The First of the Southern States to
Invent and
Manufacture a Piano!
And greater the honor and distinction
when it can be shown that
The Georgia Made Piano
Possesses improvements which no other
Piano has or can use : .
A PERFECT SOFT PEDAL!
So constructed that it can be applied and
held in position lor any length of time
without continued pressure of the foot.
YVith tisis wonderful soft Pedal arrange¬
ment the tone pf the Piano is so greatly
reduced that a person practicing can scarce¬
ly be heard outside ol the room. YVortb its
weight in gold to persons ot nervous tem¬
perament
A DUPLEX TOUCH!
A simple improvement which enables the
performer to change the action from light
to heavy; the object of which is to strength¬
en weak fingers become nnd wrists. Some per¬
sons can of never weak fingers good and performers on
account wrists, The
solved Cooper Piano. (The Georgia Piano) has
this problem of a cure in its duplex
touch, No ether Piano possesses these
great impiovements. Intone, the Cooper
is grand, every note being as clear as a bell.
For prices, terms and full descriptive
catalogues, address the
GEORGIA MUSIC HOUSE,
Manufacturers, wholesale and retail
Agency, Mulberry Street,
Macon, Georgia.
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