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POETICAL.
The Old Man in the Palace Car.
BY JOHN H. YATES.
Well, Betsey, this beats everything our eyes
have ever seen!
We’re ridin’ in a palace fit for any king or
qu^n.
Wo didn’t go as fast as this, nor on such
cushions rest,
When we left New England years ago to
"•seek a home out West.
We rode through this same country, but not
as we now ride—
You sat within a stage-coach, while I trudged
by your side;
Instead of ridin’ on a rail, I carried one, you
know
To pry the old coach from the mire through
which we had to go.
Let’s see —that’s fifty years ago, just after
we were wed—
Your eyes were then like diamonds bright,
you* cheeks like roses red.
Now, Betsy, people call us old, and push us
off one side,
Just as they have the old slow coach in
which we used to ride.
I wonder if young married folks to-day
would condesend
To take a weddin’ tour like ours, with a
log house at tho end ?
Much of the sentimental love that sets young
cheeks aglow
Would die to meet the hardships of fifty
ago.
Our love grew stronger as wo toiled, though
food and clothes were coarso ;
None ever saw us in the courts a huntin’ a
divorce;
Love leveled down the mountains and mado
low places high ;
Love MUg a song to clic r \ts when clouds
and storms wore nigh.
I : ni glad to see the world move on, to hear
the engine’s roar,
And all about the cables stretch in’now from
shore to shore';
Our mission is accomplished with toil we
both are through;
The Lord just lets us live awhile to see how
young folks do.
Whew, Betsy, how we’re flying! See the
farms aud towns go by!
It makes my gray hair stand on end; it
dims my failin’ eye.
Soon we’ll be through our journey, and in
the house so good, *
That Rtands within a dozen rods of where
the log one stood.
How slow—like old-time coaches—our
youthful years went by !
The years when we were livin’ ’neath a
bright New England sky.
Swifter than palace c irs now fly, our later
years have flown,
J ill now we journey hand in hand down to
the grave alone.
I can hear the whistle blowin’ on life’s fast
flyin’ train ;
Only a few more stations in the valley now
remain ;
Soon we’ll reach the home eternal, with its
glories oil untold,
And stop at the best station in the city
built of gold.
SELECT MISCELLANY.
EARNING A FEE. ~
I A reasonably good man was Deacon
Pilsey, as times went; but, if he had a
; weakness, it was for making things in
; general go about as he wanted them to
go. Not an overbearing man by any
means, and certainly not a violent one,
but with wonderfully cute and quiet
subtle ways of his own, by which he
Brought matters about without lotting
other folks know how the thing was
done. When'a man is accustomed to
have his own way, he makes up his mind
pretty easily ; but there was one point
of all others upon which Deacon Pilsey
had been set and fixed for years, and the
core of which lay heavy on his mind, for
the time had come when, in his judge
ment, something deep required to be
planned and all his skill exercised in
carrying it out. To a mind like his,
that taking a perfect measure of every
other in the village, and for miles around
it, there could be little difficulty in
selecting his tools and assistants, and he
had no need of counsellors. That was
how he came to be talking so confiden
tially with Joe Gaines, as the two stood
by the yard gate.
“Why, deacon,” said Joe, “I always
thought you liked Bob Humphrey.—
He’s a tip-top fellow, and a good match
for any girl I know of.”
“So he is, so he is,” said the deacon,
“Can’t say a word agin him. Knew
him from a boy. Can’t forbid him
the house, or any of that sort of non
seuse; but then he oan’t have Irene
Wyer.”
“I don’t see how you’ll help it, deacon.
You’re only her guardian, and she is
about of age.”
“Not for a year yet—that’s how the
will reads—and she’s in my house, you
know, I guess I can fix some things,
especially if you’ll turn in and help me.
You’re a lawyer, Joe Gaines, but you’re
a young one yet ; and I’ll give you the
fattest fee you ever dreamed of* if you’ll
only hitoh teams with me, and see that
Bob Humphrey don’t get the upper
hand.
"Well, if that’s what you’re after, so
it’s all right and square, I’d as lief earn
a fee one way as another. What’s your
programme ?”
“Well, you know there’s right on to
thirty thousand coming to Irene Wyer,
in her own right, aud I’ve took the best
kind of keer of it. It’s been a mighty
sight of trouble, and all along I’ve
thought of my son Scott.”
“Scott Pilsey?” interrupted Joe.—
“Why, he’s in Colfomia.”
“He won’t be long. He’s coming
home inside of six months, and I want
to keep Irene safe for him. They used
to be wonderful thick, and he writ to her
regular ever so long after he went away,
and so she did to him.”
“Do they correspond now ?” said Joe.
“No, not now. There’s the rub.—
That’s one reason I’m looking so sharp
after Bob. Now, I want you to just
take a hold and try and keep Bob off till
Scott gets back. Twon’t be long, and
Irene ain’t such bad company nohow.”
“I don’t know, said Joe. “There’s
Maggie and her mother. I couldn’t be
particularly attentive to Irene without
their knowing it. And Bob Humphrey
will be around most of the time, and it
won’t be long before I have the whole
village talking the matter up.”
“Never mind that, Joe, never mind
that. It’ll be all right when Scott gets
home. I’ll give you the biggest kind of
a fee.
“Well, deacon,” coolly replied the
young lawyer, “it’s a pretty tough caso,
but I’ll take it on one condition.”
“What’s that ?”
“Why, so long as it’s only fun, aud all
that, I’ll go ahead ; but if it seems as if
I was doing any harm, anything real
bod, you know, I’m to bo at liberty to
back out.”
“Well, I don’t mind, so long as you
let me know in time.”
And so the deacon and tho lawyer dis
cussed their plot to their satisfaction ;
and when all was settled the latter took
his way down the broad and grass-grown
street of the village.
‘‘The old shark !”he muttered, as he
strolled leisurely along. “What on
earth put it into his plotting old head
to pitch on me for his tool ? He never
was more'll half decent to me before. I
reckon I’ll cam my fee, but I’ll be fair
and square with Bob Humphrey. What
would Irene say if she knew wlmt was
up ? Wouldn’t those black eyes of hers
strike fire ?”
Now, it happened that of late, un
known, perhaps to the deacon, there
hod been growing up more than a little
closeness of intimacy between Joe Gaines
and Boh Humphrey ; and that it was
treachery to his friend as well as unfair
ness to the pretty heiress, to which tho
young lawyer had allowed himself to bo
bribed by the deacon’s promised fee.
A deep fellow was Joe Gaines, and a
marvellous manipulator of social affairs.
Again and again, as days and weeks
went by, did Deacon Pilsey congratu
late himself on his admirable selection,
and chukle in his inmost being as he
witnessed the well-contrived success of
Joo’ji manoeuvres. There were picnics
aud drives and parties and entertain
ments of various kinds, but in vain did
Bob Humphrey invite pr propose ; the
young lawyer was sure to be beforehand
with him, and it almost seemed as if
sweet, unassuming, quiet little Maggie
Pilsey herself, the deacon’s daughter,
had joined the secret league against her
friend Irene, so often was some excuse
devised by which she was made to ap
pear in the latter’s stead.
Then, too, were the home evenings
at the deacon's house, when the subtle
minded old plotter could have hugged
himself with satisfaction as he sot by
and witnessed with his own eyes the ad
mirable manner in which Joe Gaines
worked for his fee.
“It takes a lawyer, after all,” said he
to himself. “I don’t care much what he
charges, I only hope he’ll keep it up
that way till Scott gits home again.—
Aud then to see Bob Humphrey 1 Why
tho fellow’s got the perseverance of the
saints, but he ain’t nowhere with Joe
Gaines.”
As for Irene Wyer, herself, her red lips
laughed and pouted, and her bright
black eyes sparkled and deepened, aud
her life Boomed flowing onward very
pleasantly, as if no deep-laid plots and
schemings had any power over her or her
happiness. Moreover, through it all,
Joe Gaines seemed to maintain the most
complete external semblance of frank
hearted friendship with Bob Humphrey.
Odd as it may seem, the young lawyer
always found that his practice had under
gone a very sensible increase caused
mainly by the warm, though covert en
comiums which the good deacon’s heart
compelled him to utter here and there,
in his keen appreciation of his young
friend’s tact and management.
Time will fly, however, and the mails
brought at last to the Pilsey homestead
the welcome news that its absent hope
aud heir would shortly return. There
were letters from Scott Pilsey to his
mother, and his sister Maggie, and to
Irene Wyer, and even to his old cronies
and schoolmates, Joe Gaines and Bob
Humprey, and to each he had doubtless
some matter of special interests to com-.
municate.
TERMS--TWO DOLLARS IN ADVANCE.
No noisy, smoky, disgusting railway
trains as yet vexed the retirement and
repose of the village ; but at last, on a
morning when all things were in a state
of almost painful expectancy of his arri
val, not the ordinary stage coach, but a
private hired carriage, heavy with trunks
aud packages, brought Scott Pilsey to
the door of his father's home.
In an instant the little verandah was
full of those who awaited him, but when
the deacon’s tall, sunburned, and bushy
headed son sprang out upon the grass,
he turned his back to the verandah for a
moment, while he aided the movements
of a graceful, well-favored, dark-featur
ed young lady who followed him, and
whom, even in the first warmth of his
“welcome home,” ho introduced ns “my
wife, my Lucia.”
Maggie Pilsey hugged her and kissed
her, and so did Irene Wyer, and so, in
a moment more, did old Mrs. Pilsey,
and the deacon was too wise a man to
scorn altogether astonished, while Joe
Gaines and Bob Humphrey were fairly
boisterous. In fact, Scott Pilsey’s Cal
ifornia bride was so overcome by the
warmth of her greeting, that the poor
thing forgot her pride, aud burst into
tears. In half a minute after that, there
wasn’t a lady visible, and then Bob and
Joe knew enough to leave the deacon and
his son to themselves. The young men
walked off arm in arm, but they were
back again before the day was over.
The deacon’s face was a trifle serious
but not exactly cloudy, and before long
be managed to get Joe Gaines off by
himself for a bit of private conversation.
“And so, Joe,” said he “you aud the
rest knew all about this matter of ScottV
some time ago ?”
“Well, yes; Irene told me in confi
dence, and then, when they wrote and
told Scott liow matters wore, he wrote to
congratulate us, aud begged ns not to
spoil his surprise to you. We couldn’t
tell after all that, you know. ”
“Ahem ! well—no—no—l can’t say ;
but p’raps not. I can’t be mad with
Scott; for she’s brought him a big
runclio and a mine ; but what am I to do
with you now 1 I like Bob Humphrey
first rate—l alters did like Bob—and
now it can’t be Scott, I don’t see as I ort
to interferre. You’ve arned my fee, and
I’ll pay it; but then, you see, there
ain’t no more use.”
“Oh, no, not a bit,” interrupted Joe.
“Bob is a good fellow, aud he and Mag
gie are just suited. Irene aud I think that
Maggie couldn’t have made a better
match, and we think Scott’s done splen
didly well.”
“Irene and you 1” exclaimed the dea
con.
“Yes, of course. I’ve explained to
Irene that I can’t afford to lose my fee.
I told her at the beginning, and she said
I must earn it. Seems to me I’ve done
that; but I’ll let you up.”
“Done it!” exclaimed the deaeou.—
“Well, yes, Joe, on the whole I should
rather guess I think you hare ! Yes—
you an Irene }"
CAMPING OUT.
“This is what I call good fun !” said
Royl Murray.
He stood in a lovely forest glade, situ
ated in one of the spurs of the Adiron
dacks, hemmed in by stately white pines,
giiyer birches and a wall of the vine-clad
rock while tlie brown waters of a gurg
ling trout stream hurried by on the left,
and a rude, impromptu teuton the right
marked the abiding place of humanity,
no less than the fire of dead sticks from
whose ruby heart a column of purple
smoke threaded its way, in fantastic
rings, over tho top of the rock.
Boyal Murray—a bronzed and hand
some man of three or four and twenty
summers—leaned against the trunk of a
tree, smoking an age-darkened meer
schaum, with a countenance of exquisite
content.
Harry Daylesford sat on the short,
velvety grass, watching the frizzle and
sputter of the savory-smelling wild-fowl
that was broiling for supper on the em
bers, with his elbows on his khees and
hands.
“Fun, ho repled, slowly. Yes ; but
is’nt it rather lonely ?”
“Well, that is precisely what we
wanted when weearno here.”
“Don’t you remember bow curious the
girls were to find out where we intended
to camp ? And the atmosphere of mys
tery wherewith we cotrived to envelope
ourselves ! I say, old boy, it is the best
joke out! Here we are, as snug as
crickets, and nobody lias any idea of our
whereabouts ! It is as good as Livings
ton in the African wilds, or Kobinson
Crusoe on Juan Fernandez !”
“Think so ?” said Daylesford, with n
slight yawn. “Then all I have to say is
that Livingstpne and old Bobinson Cru
soe must have found it prodigiosly stu
pid 1 There comes the boy with the
newspaper—a daily sensation in our ex
istence ! What is up in the world ?”
Tho boy—a small, shock-headed fol
low, with a youthful body and a very old
face—grinned broadly.
“There is a lot of folks at the hotel to
night,” said he. “Come on the stage ;
ladies.”
“That is nothing new,” said Murray,
unfolding the printed sheet.
"Ladies as is come to look for you,”
said the boy, lowering his voice to a hus
ky whisper. “I heard them call your
names—Mr. Murray and Harry Dayles
ford. Real pretty, too, with red cheeks
and skins like cream. Two of them.”
Murray and Daylesford stared at each
other.
‘ ‘Wlmt were the names on their trunks ?”
the latter at last demanded.
“Did not have no trunks—only carpet
bags.”
“The duce !” cried Harry, half under
his breath. ‘ ‘How did they come to
know we came here? and what is to be
done ?”
“Just nothing at all,” Murray philo
sophically answered, “except to await
our fates. Fortunately, it is not leap
year, and they can not marry us !”
“I am sorry we broiled the duck to
night, said Harry, with a purturbed
countenance.”
“It is not likily we can shoot any ven
ison at such short notice, and”—
Royal laughed.
“Now you are just like a country
housewife,” said he—“a masculine Mar
tha I Do not fret; it will all be right, if
they come.”
“They will.”
“I’m not so sure of that. I say boy 1”
to the messenger—“get home with your
self, and keep dark. Do you hear ?”
The boy disappeared with a preter
naturally knowing wink, and once more
the friends were left to themselves.
“That isn’t the worst of it,’’said IJarry,
gloomily—“my browsers 1”
“What about your trowsers ?”
“Don’t you remember the dnyyou lost
the spool of block silk ? How could I
mend ’em ?”
“Oh, pshaw ! don’t be an idiot! It is
only a little zigzag tear that don’t hurt
anyone. Pin it up.”
“Yes; and sit down on the pins, the
first time you happen to forget! You
would not talk so if it was your trowsers,
old fellow!” retorted Daylesford, with an
injured air.
“Well, what are you going to do about
it 1”
“Do ! They must be mended 1 How
can I receive lady company—l will wager
my diamond studs that Beatrice Milling
ton is one—in such a state of tatter ?
Come, Roy, don’t desert a friend in such
a pinch as this !”
“Speak on, Damon, Pythias will
obey !” cried Murray, theatrically.
Then take the confound things down
to the hotel anJ get Puck's mother to
mend them to-night. I will go to bed
early.”
“All right—that’s easily done. And I
may as well bring up a dozen eggs to
make an omelette, or a box of sardines,
or some such provision in ease of siege,
at the same time. ”
Thus the moraenttss question was
settled.
Harry Daylesford went contentedly to
bed on a rude camp couch, with a shawl
for a pillow and a travelling rug for a
blanket, and Royal Murray set out by
moonlight on the errand, which was more
exigent than romantic, with his friend’s
damaged garment neatly rolled up under
his aim, while the music of cataracts
and the warble of the solitary whip-poor
will accompanied him on his way down
the vale.
“Jolly sentimental this !” he said to
himself, as he scrambled over an ancient
stone wall. “I say, suppose I should
lose Hal’s trowsers ? That is something
that will not bear thinking of 1”
The parlors of the little roadside inn
were brilliantly lighted, but Mr. Murray
avoided their vicinage with strategy
worthy of a soldier, and crept up to the
window of the back kitchen, which was
wide open to admit the soft summer air
and dimly revealed the outline of a femi
nine face and figure to its half-lighted
dusk.
“I say, Mrs. Barron,” he began in an
insinuating whisper, “will you do me a
favor? Just patch up these trousers a
bit. We are expecting company up on
the mountain to-morrow, and Daylesford
—like the young lady in the poem—he is
got nothing to wear. I’ll smoke a cigar
while you do it.
And thus speaking, he vanished into
the soft 6himmerof the moonlight among
the hazel copice.
*****
“Lulu! Isay, Lu!”
“Well, what now ?” said Lulu Dayles
ford who was standing before a seven
by-nine mirror in the best bed-room of
the inn. “Did you get the cream for
my poor sun-burned skin, down in the
kitchen ?”
“Yes ; and I got something else. See
here !”
“Mygoodness gracious!” cried Miss
Lulu, starting back. “It’s a pair of
trowsers ! Why Beatrice, where on
earth—”
“Hush—sh!” said Beatrice Millington,
holding up a roguish finger. “They are
Harry’s! My dear, they have walked
right into our trap. To think of all their
vainglorious boasts that we oouldn’t dis
cover their lurking place! G#t me a
needle, Lulu and some brown sewing
silk, well waxed—quick! He is coming
back after them directly. ”
“What I Harry ? Wrapped in a High
land blanket, like Rob Roy in the play ?”
“No, you gopsie ! Royal Murray. He
took me for the landlady, as I sat in the
window waiting for the cream, and ad-
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Half column six months 60 00
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One column twelve months. 125 00
Ten lines or less considered a square
All fractions of squares counted as squares
dressed me in the most confidential man
ner you can imagine. It’s an ugly;
crooked tear, but I think I can dam it
neatly enough.”
“Wliat fun 1” cried Luln, who waa
taking the sisterly privilege of rifling
the pockets of her brother’s garments,'
while Beatrice deftly plied needle and
thread. ‘ ‘Here’s a cigar, and two screws,-
a pocket knife and—Bee darling, only
look here !’•’
“Mercy, how you made me prick my
fingers!” cried Beatrice sharply. “What
is it ? A letter ? You have no busi
ness to look at it, Lu.”
“But you have,” crick Lulu,laughing,-
“It is written to you ! Look—‘My dar-'
ling Beatrice !’ ”
Coloring like a damask rose, Miss
Milling km snatched the crumpled bit of
paper from the hand of Lulu Daylesford
—a half finished notelet, full of lover
like phrases, whose last sentence was .-
“Will you trust yourself to ma ?”
Yes, Harry Daylesford’s secret was out,-
He loved pretty Bee Willington. He
had written this half-finished declara
tion of love.
“Bee,” cried Lulu, throwing her arms
around the blushing girl’s neck, “you
should answer it. Here.”
She gave Beatrice a pencil as she
spoke—a golden toy which depended,
from her gleaming watch chain
“Wliat shall I say ?” faltered Bee.
“What does your heart tell you?—
Yes, of course.”
And so, in a trembling hand, Beatrice
wrote below Harry’s last inscription :
“Yes ! B. M.”
When Royal Murray came bock to the
casement, having smoked out his segar,
and stared at the moon until he waa
tired, the little roll lay there in a neat
little parole, and two pairs of rogvushi
eyes—one hazle and dark, like Dayles—
ford’s own, the other like blue velvet,,
shown in the semi-darkness.
“Tell Harry they are very neatly,
done,” cried a laughing voice- “And.
tell him to look in the pockets.”
“Lulu !”
Only that one reproachful wool, but
our aghast hero heard the voice of Bee
Millington at once.
“A princess in disguise, and not the
landlady at all!” cried he.
But) the blue and hazel stars had van
ished. And the next morning when
the two fair damsel's had dawnad like •
morning’s self on the bachelor’s encamp—
ment, with Alpine parasols, thick boots,,
and broad-brimmed staw flats, Harry.-
Daylesford held out both his hands to*
the younger and fairer..
“Bee, did you really mesa -iff ?”*
And once more Bee answered :.
“Yes I”
That golden summer day in the Andri—
onducks—it wa» like a glimpse of Para
dise to Harry Daylesford and Miss Mil
lington, while Boyal Murray and Lulu*
very good naturedly kept out of the way...
“What a blessing I mistook Miss Bea
trice for old mother Barron,” said the
former, philosophising; “otherwise Hal--
aright have gone on mourning for six
months without having the courage to
tell her lrow much he loved her.”
“It was the luckiest happen in the
world,” said Lulu; “because Harry re
ally is a nice fellow, and. Bee anj angel 1"
And. so began the engagement which,
you may probably have seen among the
fashionable items in the New York E’an'cs
tiroper, the next September.
If one only knew the history of alh
these things.
An Irish lass wrote to> her fever beg
ing him to send her some money, and.
added in the same letter by way of poet
script : “I am so ashamed of the re--
quest that I have made in this letter,
that I sent after the the postman to get
it back, but the servant could not over
take him.
At a school in Green county, the
sliolars caught a skuuk and put it in the
school ma’am’s desk, thinking she would.’
“smell a mice” and give them a holiday..
She wasn’t one of that kind. She just
put a spring clothes-pin on her nose,
went on with the exercises, and let the
schalars enjoy the perfume.
Two babies were shipped several hun
dred miles by express, in Oregon, re
cently, aud arrived at their destination:
all right ; but the express agent was al
most worn out telegraphing ahead for
milk, shingles for spanking purposes,
and other necessaries.
A debating society discussed the ques
tion : Is it wrong to oheat a lawyer ?
After full disoussion and mature delibe
ration, the decision was: Not wrong, but
too difficult to pay for the trouble.
Worthy pastor-r-“My boy, leam to bo
contented ; mouths are never sent with
out the broad being sent to fill them,”
Practical boy—“Oh, ah 1 But the
mouths are sent to our house, and the
bread is sent to youro,”
An Hlinois widow fainted away at the
grave of her husband and remained in a
fit all night, was married four weeks after.
The widow of a dead Chicago man has
put a five-ton monument over him to
kept him down.
What prevents the running river run
ning sway? Why, it's tide up.