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distant things.
©, whiteIsthe ail in the far nw
Aari dirty th sail at the dock
And fair are th AC i the
And black is > rock.
Though glitter the snow oa the peaks afar,
At our feet it is only white,
And bright Is t gle of the distant star,
Though a lai twice as bright!
The rose t jro&d our reach
Is redd* rc of ours ;
Of thought that turn; > our tongues tf ipe
Our fell. lea greater dowers.
The w iters that flow from the hidden spring:
Are sweeter than th io by ou.r side—
Ho w striv through life for the distant
th
Yn<l never an at is
Ho we strivo th lif* for these distant
thinpn
Tint ever the 1 hold their place ;
Till beats life * drum and dcafu doth o J1
And we look his mocking face.
And the distant things crowd near and eloi
An l faith ! They arc dingy and gray !
For th harm h lost when the line
1
Twixt here and far awa
For the harm 1* lost wheu the line is
rom iml
And w<* see tilings as they ar*:
And know that iu eleaii is the sail at the
dock
As the sail on the •n afar
As bright the rays of the near-by lamp
As lhegl«‘am of the distant stur.
Blwyn I. HoiTmaii, In Pittsburg Dispatch,
--_--
AN JjtltoAIjil T A^ITFT? OPPPPTNP UX X XiililN VJ.
BY ANNA SHIELDS.
SIE BARCLAY
sat in her room
stitching busily,
Si and at the same
time building air
castles, the inno
( V cent air-castles
of a girl of
'A v it eighteen, just wakening who to is
the consciousness
of a heart to be
won and given .She would have
blushed with indignation and wound¬
ed feeling, had any one told her she
was actually in love, and there would
have been no falsehood in her denial.
Yet, since the Rev. James Castleton
had come to Rosedale, and taken the
church under his care, life had seemed
brighter to .Susie, *
The Rev. James Castleton was
quiet, rather reserved man of thirty
five, not handsome, not especially
gifted with eloquence. But in his soft
gray eyes, in the curves of his gravely
set mouth lay an expression of good¬
ness, of unostentatious, true piety,
I hat made his simple language more
effective than the most elaborate ora
fury. Old women brought their sor
rows to Mr. Castleton, and went away
comforted, blessing him for an unaf¬
fected sympathy that doubled the
value of his counsels. Children clus¬
tered about him wherever he called,
and loooked eagerly for his coming
into the Sunday-school. The young
people liked him and trusted him,
irOi!®pring a little sometimes that one
ho grave and quiet could so thoroughly
understand the troubles and tempta¬
tions of youth.
He had shown an interest in Susie
Barclay % for many reasons. She was
an orphan and had lost both parents
and a sister within a fortnight, vic¬
tims of a malignant fever raging in
Rosedale, four years before. She was
hold poor, having taken a position asliouse
teacher in a seminary, and been |
household drudge as well, to earn an I
•ducfttioii. At the time Mr. Castleton !
came to Rosedale, Susie was teaching I
music, was organist at St. Mark’s, and
in leisure time at home earned many
UIl odd dollar by embroidery.
And it was upon embroidery she wins
busy on the week preceding Easter —
Mr. Castleton’s first Easter iu Rose
dah>. As organist, Susie was com
pi lled t.i take part in all the services
at Bt. Marks, but beside this regular
at ten dance, she was a devout, sincere
member ot the church, ami gave her *
time, little as she could spare it, to !
the work in the missionary society, j
sewing circles and festivals of the I
year.
And the work upon which she was
sewing so steadily Susie called, in her
her heart, her Easter offering. Mrs.
Stacey, the richest woman m Rose
dale, often employed Susie’s busy iin
gers, and it only made the gentle girl
•anile scornfully when she heard Bos
sie Stacey praised for the exquisite
embroidery her own active lingers
wrought.
Mrs, Stacey intended to make an :
Easter ^ offering, at St. Mark’s, of a
new set of clmreli linen, and 'she had
engaged Susie to hemstitch aud ein
broidor >t. promising her ten dollars
tor work she well knew would cost her
tiiue times that sum in any city store.
And Susie h id already appropriated
that sum, iu her mind. She would
I'Ua a large cross of white flowers,
such as she had seen in her visits to
the city, and present it to St. Mark's.
Not one penny of those ten dollars
would she use for her own expenses;
aud if Bessie Stacey let it be under
-tv>od that she had embroidered the
l inen her mother presented, why,
Susie could give her cross, and so
bahiuoj matters.
For. somewhere iu the depths of her
heart, so far down she had never
• ■allod it to the surface, Susie knew
t hat there was rivalry between Bessie
Stacey and herself. She knew that
Mr. ( Hstleton was frequently at Mrs.
Stacei s, to luncheon, to dinner, to
arrange various church matters iu
which Mrs. s tacey suddenly wakened
to au later she had never felt when
good old Mr. Murray presided in the
pulpit.
Aud Bessie wore t’ue most becoming
dresses right under the minister’s
eyes, while Susie’s modest dress* s were
hidden behind Gio curtains of the ■
organ-Ivtt.
As she worked iu th-. passion-flower
encircling her cross, Susie thoughfrxif
the order she would send to her Aunt
Mary in the city for the cross she
meant to buy. She had steadily put
away the temptation to buy a new
spring bat or one new dress, resolviug
to make over her gray poplin once
more and have her old hat cleaned
and pressed, And, really, one must
be aighteeu, with a very limited, !
hard ned wardrol ie and a strong
desire t ear attractive in tht ev
of oi«c person, to appreciate the sacri¬
fice £Jii«c ^ hiiUiiiig. Ten dollars, i
THE MONROE ADVERTISER, FORSYTH, GA, TUE SDAY, MARCH 27, .---EIGHT PAGES.
r economical habits her skill
in * ewing, would go so far towarj
girlish adornment!
But it was to be her Easter offering;
and if there Inrked a thought of Mr.
| Castleton’s words of praise or his grave
s looking approvingly upon her
! tasteful gift, was she bo verv much
j to blame?
! Hhe had finished her work before
| sunset, and took it home. Mrs. Stacy
was in the sitting room, where Bessie
was opening the parcel containing a
new si lk suit for Easter Sunday, admire and
Snait was called upon to the
(<* lor, the style, the general effect.
“I* is dark for spribg,” Bessie said,
fretfully.
“You know erv well you cannot
bear light colors,” said her mother.
“Your eves and hair are all you can
desire: our teeth are good,
lures regular and your figure is simply
j perfect; but vour complexion is thic k
and sallow, and always will be until
you stop eating such rich food.
here i Susie without one really good
feature in her face, with an iiisignifi
i cant figure, eyes of no color in par tic -
j I alar, a sort of bluish-gray, but with a
' complexion iike a miniature painting.
She can wear blue and softly tinted
fabrics, but you cannot'’
i Bhe might have adde.d that Susie’s
hair was the color of corn-silk and one
I mass of golden waves and soft ring
lets; that Hnsie’s mouth was like a
baby’s in its tender carves and sweet
expression ; that Hnsie’s eves were full
of intelligence and gentle, womanly
sweetness; but she forgot to mention
these points, and Susie was crushed,
as she intended her to be, in spite of
*
her complexion.
But Mrs. Stacey took out her pocket
book and frow’it a ten-dollar gold
j piece.
“You can buy a new hat,” she said,
in a patronizing way indescribably ir
ritating.
“No,” Susie said, quietly; “this is
to be my Easter offering.” *
“Oh! And speaking of Easter,
would you mind, on your way home,
taking this linen to Mrs. Byrne’s to
! wash ami iron. Tell her I must have
it on Friday at the very latest!”
It was growing dark, and Husie re
membered that so far from being “on
her way home,” Mrs. Byrne lived at
the other end of Rosedale, but she
was to sliy too refuse, and rolled the
linen up again.
Mrs." Byrne was a hard-working
woman with seven children, whose
husband, after subjecting her to all
the miseries of a drunkard’s wife, had
released her by pitching head-first off
the bridge below Rosedale, into the
river. Womanlike, she grieved for
him, as if he had made her life a bed
of roses, and turned to her wash-tubs
for a living, patiently and industri
ously. A very sunbeam of a w'oman
she was, in spite of her troubles, and
Sueie was amazed to find her sitting on
the d door-steps sobbing like a child.
Bho rose to receive Mrs. Stacey’s
message, and promised to d<> the
work, and then, in answer to Susie’s
gentle, “You are in trouble, I am
afraid,” her grief broke out in words.
“I’ve no right to complain, miss,”
she said, “for the Lord ’s been very
good to us since poor Tim was
drownded, but indeed it’s a chance
lost I’m fretting for.”
“A chance lost?” said Susie, her
voice still full of gentle sympathy.
“It’s Nora, miss. She’s been deli¬
cate, miss, Ivor since she was born,
and the air here is bad for her in
tirely. The docther saye her lungs is j
walte, and it’s a bad cough she’s got, !
and we’re too near the say here in
Rosedale. And me sinter, who lives at
B -, she’s wrote she'll take Nora for
her own, an’ give her schooling and
not let her work till she’s stronger,
She’s not much of her own, hasn’t
sister Mary; but she’s no ehilder since
she put four in the church-yard, and
she’ll be good to Nora, an’the child
just dying here by inches, for she will
help me, an’sloppin’in the washing’s
bad for her. She coughs that bad at
night, miss, and the doctor says the
air in B~ would be the makin’of her. ”
“But, surely, you will send her,”
said Susie.
“There it is, miss! Mary, she can't
siml money out an’ out, and it costs
six dollars to go to B —. I was up
to Mrs. Stacey's, to ax the loan of it,
and work it out a little at a time on the i
wasliin’; but she told me she could not
spare it. An’she rich ! l’mthinkin’,
miss, perhaps she’d be servin’the Lord
as well as saviu' a girl’s life, you may
say, instead of buvin’ all this embroid
ered linen to show off at St. Mark's.”
The words struck Susie like a stab,
Was it to serve the Lord or for her
own vanity she wanted to give the
white cross to St. Mark’s? Saving a
human life! The thought almost took
her breath.
“You can send Nora if you have ten
dollars?” she asked.
“Yes. miss; but it might as well be
a hundred. I can t get it.
“Yes, for 1 will give it to you; and
you can ask the Lord to bless my
Easter offering. ”
And before the astonished woman
could reply, the shining gold piecelay
in her hand and Susie was speeding
homeward.
“The Lord be good to her! The
saints bless her bed! ’cried Mrs. Byrne,
“An" she Caching for her own bread
r.ud butter an' trudging about in all
weathers to earn a dollar!
“You seem surprised at something,
Mrs. Byrne,” said a quiet, deep voice
at her elbow, and she looked up to see
Mr. Castleton standing beside her. “I
came over to see if you could come up
to the parsonage aud help Mrs. Willis
to-morrow. She has some extra work
on hand. ”
“Yes. sir! I’ll come, and he thank
ful to you, An’ I am surprised—just
dazed like.” And out came the whole
story from the grateful woman’s lips,
ending with:
“An-1 it's workin’ she is as hard as
meself in her own way. while Mrs.
Stacvy, that’s rollin’ in money couldn't
spare jest the loan of it. for it’s not
begging I'd be !”
-
Easter services were over, and Mrs.
Stacey had invited Mr. Castleton Vo
dinner. bhe had told no direct lie,
but certainly had given the impression
that the lovely embroidery upon the
new linen was the work of Bessie’s fin
gers. As they drove home, she asked
Mr. Castleton sweetly.
“Don't think i impertinent, but
which »f the offerings was Mis.- Bai
clay’s?
“Nonethat 1 know ot;
“Wm there one offering of ten doi*
| lar? in the collection ?"
“No—a five-dollar bill was the lar*
gest. ”
“►Such hypocrisy !” sneered Bessie,
“It was not necessary for Miss Barclay
to tell you. mamma, she was going to
rive ten dollars for an Easter offering,
out she need not have told a falsehood
about it!
“Nor did she,” said Mr. Castleton.
“Her Easter offering was ten dollars.”
But he made no further explana
tion; nor did Susie, when summer
time brought her a letter, asking her
to share his life and labors, know
that Mrs. Byrne had told him the
story of her charity.—New York Led
ger.
A Dead wood Lynching.
Beamier Richardson gives, in the
New Yor ^ Sun, the following vivid de
scription of the lynching of a murderer
at Deadwood in the seventies:
When the preparations were com
plete the prisoner’s hands were man
aeled behind him, and he was led out¬
side. The crowd cheered and then
hooted as they saw him. The yellow
his skin had changed to au ashen
hue, and his one active little eye swept
Hie horizon with a venomous glitter.
liut he did not wince. He clutched
bis half-smoked weed convulsively with
bis teeth, pulled himself together and
«tood firmly dn his feet, with his chin
elevated defiantly. He was lilted to
ihe back of the horse, and sitting there,
bolt upright, was led away across the
gulch to where a long rope dangled
from a limb of a gaunt dead tree. In
one end of this rope there was a running
noose. The other end, after passing
over ihe limb, was held by several men
further up the side of the gulch. The
horse was led under the tree, two
guards, with rifles ready, walking on
cither side. The crowd, which surged
onward like an angry river, panted
with excitement that broke out in
curses and vile exclamations,
The noose was adjusted, the horse
was led out from under the murderer’s
form, and at the same moment the men
holding the opposite end of the rope
ran up the hill with it for a few paces.
^be body of the tall Missourian,writh
in g horribly iu agony, flew upward. A
dozen shots from pistols and rifles
rau g sharply out. The malefactor’s
ungainly feet, which had been drawn
up in the first contortion of suffering,
fell back. The bony hands, which had
clutched desparately at the back of his
shirt, relaxed and hung down, limp
ftU( l pulseless. The teeth, which had
been clinched in the final and supreme
effort of self-control, parted, and the
remnant of the last black cigar came
floating to the ground. The artificial
eye, now not more sightless than its
furtive companion, cast a coldly sinis¬
ter stare out over the throng below, a
throng hushed with the spending of
its fury. The body; twisting with the
strain upon the rope, swayed to and
fro in the freshening breeze. The peo¬
ple, who were sobered and reflective,
turned slowly away and dispersed.
Arctic Explorations.
“The reason that Arctic explorations
are all failures,” said Captain M. W.
Bruce, of Port Clarence, Alaska, to the
corridor man at the Lindell, says the
St. Louis Globe-Democrat, “is that
there is always jealousy arising in the
crew. And this will probably always
be the case unless natives can be util¬
ized altogether to take the ship to its
destination with no white man on
board except the explorer and one re
liable scientist to corroborate the ex¬
plorer’s discoveries. The natives are
quick to learn and could be trained for
a voyage of this kind so as to conduct
it successfully.
“But as certain as awdiite crew goes
with the ship, every man grows to
imagine that it is the one chance of his
lifetime to make a name and fortune
by discovering for himself and conceal
ing it from his companions. The re
suit is that a jealousy is engendered
which has never yet failed to frustrate
the purposes of. the voyage. Itispos
siblo to either find the open polar sea,
is it exists, or go around the world on
the ice until the temperate zone is en
countered on the opposite side of the
earth. I believe that men can provide
for themselves so that the coldest tem
porature of the earth will not seriously
affect them, but they need natives to
teach them how.
“Another thing, if au explorer starts
from the temperate zone he will fail,
His first winter should be spent in
Labrador, his next still further north,
and by dividing the voyage he would
become acclimated gradually and thor
oughly. If the pole is ever reached it
will be with a crew of natives and an
explorer who is inured to cold by ex
perieuee in the frigid zone. ”
The World (ironing Better.
It may sound a little slangy, but the
popular expression, “we’re getting
there,” seems to fit the times exactly,
The world is growing better because
the people are better than they ever
were before. The sun may not shine
any brighter, but we appreciate the
light more highly. There may be as
dark places as ever there were, but we
are able to avoid them.
Certainly there never was a time
when gentleness and purity, human
love and human sympathy were more
respected or more generally appreci
ated. Coarseness and vulgarity, rude
ness and riot wiLl melt away before
these mild influences, until finally this
old world will be so bright and 60
lovable that even the good will regTet
having to leave it.
We are becoming more humaD,
which means-that the savage in our
nature is being eliminated.—Pittsburg
Commercial Gazette,
Linden-Seed Oil.
The expense and the difficulty of
procuring pure olive oil in Germany
have led to many attempts to find a
satisfactory substitute. For some years
oil has been produced in Southern
Germany from the beechnut, but has
rot come into general use owing to
the scarcity of the nut.
Recently experiments have been
made with the seeds of the linden tree
with exceUent results, and it is doubt¬
'ess only a question of time when it
will be considered one of the regular
sources of table oil. It is claimed
that linden seed oil lias a peculiar tine
flavor, and the appearance of olive oil.
It does not evaporate nor become rau
id. hut can be subjected to extremes
temperature without injury.—New
York World.
BUDGET OT FM
HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM
VARIOUS SOURCES.
Arms—Out of Place—Not Quite In—
A Dubious Compliment—Maiden
Meditation—She Had Given
Up Expecting, Etc.
leg. business men have lately been
By stingency distressed ;
And e en (he maidens —bless their souls '—
Have sometimes been hard pressed.
—Kansas City Journal.
mav the BEST MAN win.
“I stand here for my client to-day,”
exclaimed an attorney in a ease.
“And I lie here for mine,” mnr
mured the att-orney for the other
side.
out of place.
Author —“I don’t think the papers
treat my farce comedy right.”
Friend—“I notice they mention it
under the heading ‘Amusements. ’ ”—
Puck.
MAIDEN MEDITATION.
Maude— ‘ T wonder—”
Hue—“What do you wonder?”
Maude—“I wonder if Charley ever
wonders if I’m thinking of him.”—
Puck.
NOT QUITE IN.
Hhe—“I don’t believe you ever fell
in love. ”
He—“Probably not; but I've
tripped on it several times.’’—Detroit
Free Press.
A DUBIOUS COMPLIMENT.
He—“I should be glad to hear that
you enjoyed my novel.”
She—“Why, I fairly iu ecstasy
when I reached the last pages.”—Chi
cago Record.
SHE HAD GIVEN UP EXPECTING.
She- “Coming at this time, your
proposal is *
so unexpected. ”
He—“Of course ! But I never had
a good chance to propose any earlier. >>
—Chicago Reeor I.
AT THE REHEARSAL.
Low Comedian—Why don’t you in¬
troduce a cyclone in the third act?”
Author—“What for?”
Low Comedian (edging away) — “To
bring down the house.’’—Truth.
AS IT MAY BE.
First Citizen . (of “greater New
lork ) How d you get down town
this morning? Walk?”
Second Citizen—“Oh, no. Drove
down on my riding plow'.”—Chicago
Record.
A CONSCIENTIOUS NURSE.
Doctor—“Did you give him that
opiate I prescribed?”
Patient Wife—“Every two hours,
doctor. It w r as hard work to wake
him up to take the medicine, though. ”
-Tit-Bits.
HER THEORY.
Mr. Bmks—“The paper says a big
flour mill blew up yesterday.”
Mrs. Biliks-—“Good gracious! i
s’pose it’s where they make this new r
fangled self-raising flour.”—Boston
Home Journal.
TWO LIVES.
“I’m afraid,” sighed the bachelor
of sixty, “that my life has been
wasted. ”
“I’m sure,” sighed the maiden of
the same age, “that mine has been
Miss spent. ”—Detroit Free Press.
SIMPLY A BAIT.
“So you have named the baby f 0ba
diali T. ’ What does the ‘T’ stand
for ?”
“Oh, that means ‘Temporarily’—un¬
til he gets his Uncle Obadiah’s money,
you know.” - Boston Home Journal.
NOT A MATTER OF AUTHORSHIP.
“Young Mr. Blinkins sent me a very
beautiful sonnet,” said the pretty girl.
“He wrote it himself.”
There is . no reason, replied . the
girl who is not pretty, “why he
shouldn t have done so. Mr. Blinkins,
1 understand, is a very good penman. ”
NOBLESSE OBLIGE.
“What is that dog good for, any
how?” asked Cynicus, pointing to
Canis’s St. Bernard, which was lying
near by, looking dignified.
“Good for !” retorted Canis; “that
dog is a jierfect gentleman; he's not
supposed to be good for anything. —
Huek.
-
NO FEAR OF cibcumstantial evidence.
Brown—“I hear they’re going to
repeal the laws making attempts at
suicide criminal.”
Jones—“Well, that doesn’t interest
me much.”
Brown—“No, but I thought it would
make your mind easier when you shave
yourself.,”—Puck.
ON EXHIBITION.
Miss Growler—“There. I’m g i a ff
that Smith babv has learned another
*
new word ”
“How d> von know it has? You
haven’t seen it. ”
Miss Growler—“No ; but every per
son that has called has been admit
ted.”—Chicago Inter-Ocean.
LOOKING AHEAD.
Adorer — “I know T am poor, but I
will insure my life for §20,000, which,
at six per cent, interest, will give you
enough to live on comfortably in case
anything should happen to me.”
Miss Flightie (doubtfully) — “Do
von think it will be enough to support
another husband?”—New York Week
ly.
A RESPITE.
. - -inss r Jingle- T ,
von P ro P oseL - t-J
-
gilt
“Yes.”
“And she refused you?”
“Yes,”
“Perhaps ii was a hasty answer.”
“No. She took care it shouldn’t be.
She sent it by a messenger boy.”—
Washington Star.
A MOTHER S WARNING.
Tire little-neck darn was in a flutter
of excitement.
“Only think, mamma!” she ex¬
claimed; “I was introduced last night
to a New York count.”
“Be careful, my child,” the parent
rejoined, “not to let the glamour of
his noble lineage blind you to his true
character. ”— Puck.
HZ HAD DOUBTS.
“I never drink coffee,” remarked
the man with a wire edge on his voice.
“Why not? Doesn’t it agree with
“I live in a boarding-house.”
“Don’t they have coffee?”
“It goes by that name, but after
drinking several barrels of it I have
have begun to have doubts.”—Detroit
Free Press,
LIVELY.
“How is your little suburb now?’
asked the editor. “Quiet and peace
ful as ever, I snpp* ise. ”
“No. Not since they ran the trolley
ears out there. ”
“Lively, is it?”
“Livelier? I should say so. 'ihe
excitement is simply harrowing. We’re
either chasing them or they’ro chasing
us, all the time.”
AT THE COMMERCIAL A'iKNCY.
Merchant- “How do Smvtlie .
Brown of Chicago stand?”
Clerk—“Do you want to sell them
goods ?’ ’
“No; I want to buy n bill Oi goods
from them. ”
“Then what difference can it make
: to whether their credit is good or
you
bad?’
“Well, T only want to know if it will
! break them up iu business in ease l
can’t pay.”—Texas Siftings.
overdid it.
■
“Yes,” said the statesman, “I de
j ! feated myself by my own eloquence
once.”
“How was that?”
; “I was a candidate for tin nomina¬
tion for Congress, and I got up and
1 made ft s P eech to convention in
which I just naturally flung Old Glory
| with a capital O and a capital G to the
( breeze in so enthusiastic a manner
| that I took the house by storm. I
! dilated on the greatness of our eoun
! try and on the responsibilities of the
i man who should be called to make her
I laws till one old fellow from a back
j county got up and said that I had con
vinced him that it was too big a job
for as young a man as I was to tackle,
so he moved that the convention nom¬
inate a man of more experience ; and,
i by gee, they did it. Since then I have
j j 8orter held myself in check.”—Indi
anapolis Journal,
] Chinese “Letter Shops.”
According to the United States con¬
sul at Fu Chau, the Chinese Govern¬
ment has not yet established any post
office or postal system for the masses
of the people ; yet communication is
easy between the people in all parts of
the empire through private enterprise,
which has established what are called
“lettershops.” Official dispatches are
carried by couriers, at a rate so rapid,
in cases of emergency, as from two
hundred to two hundred and fifty miles
a day. These official couriers are not
allowed to convey private dispitches.
At the treaty ports “letter shops” are
used by the natives only; but in the
interior, or at places not reached by
the foreign postal ari’angements, they
are employed by foreigners as well,
chiefly by missionaries, All letters
and parcels to be sent may be reg¬
istered and insured. When given in
at a “letter shop, ” the contents of the
envelope are displayed before it is
sealed up, and stamped with the
“chop” of the shop. Charges for the
transmission of valuables aremade on
a percentage of declared value, and,
as with letters, differ according to the
distance to which the package is to be
carried. A receipt is given, and the
shopkeeper then becomes responsible
either for its safe delivery, with un¬
broken “chop” or seal, at its destina¬
tion, or for its return to the sender.
In some parts of the empire about
two-thirds of the expenses of trans¬
mission are paid by the sender, while
the remainder is collected from the
receiver; thus the shop is secured
against entire loss from transient eus
tomers, and the sender has some
j guaraniee that his letter will be car
j rie q with di spa hundred tch. Theie letter are shops said to in
be nearly two
Shanghai, but in many remote villages
there are none,—Popular Science
] Monthly.
Peon Weddings in Guatemala.
j They have a queer betrothal custom
j among the common natives or peons
j of Guatemala, which is scarcely ro
] man tic for the girl. I was passing the
hut of a native on a finca or coffee
J plantation one day, when I saw an old
| woman belaboring her daughter with
a good-sized stick, which slic applied
vigorously across the shoulders aud
body of her beloved offspring, who set
up a wail of woe and pain, though I
| fancy her tears were quickly dried, for
it was a significant event for her.
This is the way the old lady gave
her consent to the marriage of her
daughter. The natives receive but
Uttle cash during the year. The priests
c Uarge what is there considered a good
Hum for performing a marriage cere
mon v ' anJ the natives of the lower
-
class dispense with it. The mother
bents daughter, there is a feast of
fri joles and tortilla cakes and the dis¬
pensation of unlimited quantities of
native whisky, everybody is happy
and drunk, and that constitutes the
marriage, which, singular as it may
appear, is regarded and observed, as a
rule, faithfully. —Goldthwaite’s Maga¬
zine.
A Studio Trick.
In the corner of an artist's studio iu
this . Clt . V ls . an ingenious arrangement
-
of screens, upon one of which, over an
aperture about the size of a face, is an
inscription: “Likenesses taken in
stanteously.” The innocent visitor
p ee ^ s through the hole and is aston¬
ished to behold an exact likeness of
himself as a hump-backed jailer in a
scarlet coat, opening a prison door.
The secret of this effect is simple. ’The
jailer is a life-size painting strongly
rendered. The place for the face ;'s
cut out and a mirror inserted, reflect¬
ing the features of the spectator. The
conception of the amusing fantasy is
not entirely original. It w.-is inipor
ted from the studio of Wiertz. the
Belgian artist.—Philadelphia Record.
HOUSEHOLD MATTERS.
SINGEING POULTRY.
Tf you want to singe poultry iu the
best way without blackening it, use a
little alcohol lamp, One that is
serviceable for many things with a
ivu cup for heating does not cost more
than fifty-eight cents. As a matter of
precaution always stand an alcohol
lamp used for any purpose on a pinto
or tray to prevent its setting fire to
anything about it.—New York Post.
KEEP THE MOTHS OUR
Garments may be kept for many
years from being moth eaten by tying
them securely in clean, fresh washed
and ironed pillow cases. The simple
fact that the fly will not delve through
the barricade will insure tlie safety of
the article. Shake aud brush thor¬
oughly iu order to dislodge anything
that may have found a lurking place
within the folds' or creases. Newly
purchased furs should always be sub¬
jected to this treatment in order to
detect any lurking mischief. i’ho
process of shaking and brushing will
dislodge the egg, as well ns the loose
fur, if already moth eaten before the
articles are taken from the dealer, as is
frequently the ease. The test should
be applied immediately after purchas¬
ing. Articles hung in a light room
are rarely infested by moths, as the
fly naturally seeks a darkened place
in which to deposit its eggs.
THE WORKING DRESS.
It is a good thing for housekeepers
that the skirt and blouse .styles of
dress are m such general use. These
loose styles of waists are much more
convenient in working than the tight
fitting waist, which in a wash fabric
are so apt to shrink aud get out of
shape.
A light quality of American flannel
of dark cloth color is the most suit¬
able material for winter working
dresses, though some housekeepers
use a firm, good quality of cambric or
gingham in winter as well as summer.
In either ease, whether the working
dress is made of wool or cotton, it
should be simply made or comfortably
fitted and made so that it may be
easily washed. The best design is a
skirt with a plain hem, with possibly
a few tucks above it, and for the bodice
some variety of the blouse waist,
which is made without a lining, so
that it may be worn over a close fitting
underwaist. The varieties of this
comfortable underwaist are so great,
that styles may be found becoming to
stout as well as slender figures. In a
neat dress of this kind, with a white
apron at hand to put on in exchange
for a gingham one, the working woman
may always be presentable in ease of
an unexpected caller.—Home and
Farm.
CHINTZ CLOSET LININGS.
Have you ever tried lining your
closets with gayly-flowered cretonne,
bright chintz or silesia? If not, take
the advice of one who has adopted the
plan, and make your closet interior as
attractive as you please. It is well to
remove the closet door if you can;
then put up pole and rings, from which
may be hung curtains of the material
selected for the lining. While none
too heavy as door hangings, cretonne
may be found r trifle cumbersome
within the closet, especially if space
is limited. For this reason it would
be well to use chintz altogether. There
are such dainty patterns nowadays ii)
this fabric, embracing as many hues,
that it would not be difficult to get a
chintz in perfect harmony with the
tone of the room decorations.
Within the closet arrange a series oi
curtains to hang from the front ami
sides of the top shelf. The drapes, it
swung in straight lines from tiny rods,
will be especially convenient, hiding
from view the clothing that gives such
a muddled appearance to the interim - ,
and at the same time being easily
pushed aside when you wish to secure
some necessary garment. The fastid¬
ious woman makes her closet hangings
act as perfumers to her wardrobe, as
well as furnishings. Each curtain, be¬
fore it is placed on its rod, is padded
with cotton batting and given a gen¬
erous powdering of her favorite sachet.
—New York Journal.
RECIPES.
Curried Eggs—Make a sauce with
two tablespoonfuls each of butter and
flour, half a teaspoonful of salt, one
teaspoonful curry powder and a pint
of milk. Instead of all milk half a?
much may be meat stock. Into this
sauce lay seven hard-boiled eggs which
have been cut lengthwise into eighths.
Fritter Batter—One heaping- pinto!
flour, half a pint of milk, one table
spoonful of salad oil or butter, one
teaspoonful of salt, two eggs, Beat
the eggs light. Add the milk and salt
to them. Pour half of this mixture
on the flour, and when beaten light
and smooth add the remainder and the
oil.
Fried Chicken With Cream Bailee —
Cut two chickens in pieces aud sprinkle
with pepper and salt about an hour
before dinner. Before frying dredge
flour over them. Beat two eggs, dip
each piece in this and i'r y in hot lard.
Boil up a cup and a half of cream or
rich milk, and add"a spoonful of but¬
ter rubbed in, a spoonful of flour with
a little salt. Stir constantly till it
boils again. Lay the chickens on a
hot djsh, pour the sauce around them
and serve.
Eggs AYith Cream—Boil hard a
dozen eggs, and put them in cold
water to get cold; then jjeel and siice
them with care. Grease with butter
the sides and bottom of a baking dish.
Put in alternate layers of eggs, butter,
bread crumbs, pepper and salt until
the dish is filled, the bread crumbs
being on top with butter. Pour iu a
.cup of cream (just before you put on
the top layer of crumbs), and bake un¬
til the top is brown. If baked too
much they will not be good.
Deviled Tomatoes—Cream, two
tablespoonfuls butter, add one level
teaspoonful dry mustard, saltspoonful
salt and bit of cayenne. Add the
mashed y oik of a hard-boiled egg and
also one raw egg slightly beaten. Add,
little by little, one and a half table¬
spoonfuls hot vinegar and cook until
it thickens. This sauce is to bejiouren
over three tomatoes which have been
skinned, cut in’ very thick slices, sea
soned with salt and pepper, dredged
with flour and fried in butter.
1.1TTLE LADY IS HER NAME,
Little lady is her name
She has no desire for fame.
Slip is ueither rich nor proud;
Should you meet her in a crowd
You'd perhaps but catch the sight
Of brown eyes more softly bright
Than the water of a brook
In some sweet last summer’s nook
She’s as delicate and shy
A* some brown bird that would fly
AY hen you near it ; and her feet
Hardly seem to touch the street.
My two hands would span her waist
In its bo lice loosely laced ;
My one arm would lift with ease
That small burden- should it please
Her to call me to her aid.
Hut she never seems afraid.
siie's as tender as a dream,
She's ns fleeting as a gleam
Of the February sun
When tlie clouds athwart it run.
Dure at heart and mild as dove,
She’s the only one I’d love.
Siie’s my only dear of dears —
She’s my hope through all the years.
Is sheyounar or is she old
Matters not—-her heart's of gold.
Toils she somewhere iu the town,
Busy hands and eyes cast down—
Is she child or woman—nay,
More than this I’ve not to say :
She lias never dreamed of fame -
Little lady is her name !
—Cecil Charles,
PITH AND POINT.
Every man is the architect ot his
own castles in the air.—Galveston
News.
The man who is standing up for you
soon gets tired and sits down.—Atchi¬
son Globe.
A man is like a gas-jet. The more
he blows the less light he gives out.—
Boston Transcript.
Woman may be the weaker vessel, but
it’s always the husband that’s broke.
—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
“How do you manage to live in this
dead town?” “Fine; I’m the under¬
taker.”—Atlanta Constitution.
Generally the more aimless a boy is
the better he likes to run around with
a shotgun.—Binghamton Republican.
Marie—“Is that yonng Derondy
very fast?” Clara—“Yes, in every¬
thing except thinking.”—Free Press.
Dude—“My ancestaws came ovali in
the Mayflower, don’t you know.”
Bluff—“As ballast?”—Detroit Free
Press.
“That, changes tlio complexion of
things, ” mused Wig wag, as he gazed
on his wife’s dressing case. —Philadel¬
phia Record.
“This is a high-handed outrage,” as
the boy remarked when be found that
his mother had put the cookies on the
upper shelf. —Siftings.
Only reason why it is often difficult
to find a runaway team is that the
horse usually takes the traces with
him.—Lowell Courier.
Unsuccessful persons excuse them¬
selves by saying they are better adajjt
ed for some other business than their
own.—Philadelphia Cali.
It is a great day in a boy’s life when
he gets to be big enough so that for
the first time his mother doesn’t cut
his hair.—Boston Courier.
“What do you call that great clumsy
dog of yours ‘Conductor’ for ?” “That’s
it; because lie is always knocking down
something. ”—Boston Commercial Bul¬
letin.
Tenant—“That house of yours is in
a terrible condition. It isn’t tit for
pigs to live in.” Landlord—“And
you are therefore going to move?”—
Boston Transcript.
Once in a very great while you meet
a man who owns a dog, and who doesn’t
think that he is really the most re¬
markable dog, by Jove, that ever lived.
—Somerville J ournal.
“Are the Millers pleasant neigh¬
bors?” “Well, I should say so. They
know something disagreeable about
almost every one of their acquaint¬
ances. ”—Inter-Ocean.
‘ ‘Papa, ” said Johnny Snaggs. ‘ 'Wel J,
Johnny?” “What is a miracle, papa?”
“Well, Johnny, it is a miracle when I
get a seat in the street ear. ”—Pittsburg
Chronicle-Telegraph.
In many instances the man who
spends his life waiting for his ship to
come in wastes his time, because he
originally omitted to send any ship
out. —Milwaukee Journal.
“It’s the pleasant things that one is
always expected to give up during
Lent, isn’t it?” “Yes, of course.”
“Come and see me every day, dear,
won’t you ?”—Inter-Ocean.
First Deacon (criticising minister)
— “Well, if Mr. Hard text isn’t very
interesting, he at least doesn’t slop
over.” Second Deacon—“No; he is
too dry for that.”—Texas Siftings.
She (reading)—“I see that at a re
cent military wedding the bride cut
the cake with her father's sword. ” H<
—“A very suitable implement, proba
bly, if she made it. ”—New York Times
“What in the mischief is that fellow
doing in that red hot incubator?
“Hush ! that’s a magazine poet filling
an order for a July poem iu the mid¬
dle of January!”—Atlanta Constitu¬
tion.
“People don’t die very often over
her?, do they?” inquired the smart
New Yorker. “No, only once,” re¬
plied the Philadelphian. And there
was an intense silence.—Philadelphia
Record.
The sooner a man finds t-Lut he has
not the capacity to know even one
tiling thoroughly, the more general
and reliable information he will begin
to accumulate concerning the world iu
general. —Miikwaukee Journal.
Tommy—“Maw, I wish you would
get paw to sell out this house and move
summers else.” Mrs. Figg—“Whv, m.v
child?” Tommy—“There ain’t no
more clogs around in this neighbor¬
hood for Towser to lick. He’s got ’em
all scared most to death.”—Indian¬
apolis Journal.
Clerk—“This is called the bureau
trunk, and I think will suit you exact¬
ly. It—” Customer—“It can’t be
fixed so that you would have to unpack
it clear to the bottom if you’d puttho
wrong things in first?” Clerk—“No,
no; every tray is sejiarate.” “Well,
it wouldn't suit; it's for my wife,”—
Inter-Oceau