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Noftl} Georgi&i], PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY —AT— BELLTON, BY JOHN BL ATS. „,}?n? IS O il ' ou P er ann «rn ;50 cents for six months; 2o cents for three months. „i“. R " a y from Bellton are requested ™ „ th T Ban) es, 'With such amounts of money a« they can spare, from 25c. to sl. THE EOST KPHS. BT J. W. RILEY. I put by the half-written poem, While the pen, idly trailed in my hand ’’wu 8 j n, ~“ Bad 1 words U> complete it, W ho’d read it. or who’d understand?” But the little liar© feet on the stairway, And the faint, smothered laugh in the hall, And the eerie-low lisp on the silence, Cry up u> me over it alt 8° I gathered it up—where was broken _ ™ tear-faded thread of my theme, Telling how,'Rs one night I sat writing, A fairy broke in on n»y dream, A Httfe inquisitive fairy— MyOwnlltUogiti, with thairaM vi the sun in her hair, antHhe dewy Blue eyes of the fairies of old. ’Twas the dear little girl that I scolded— “ For was it a moment like this,” I said—“ when she knew 1 was busy, To come romping in for a kiss? Come rowdying up from her mother, And clamoring there at my knee ror ‘ One ’ittle kiss for my dollv, And one ’ittle for me!* ’* God pity the heart that repelled her And the cold hand that turned her away . And take from the lips that denied her This answerless prayer of to-day! Take, Lord, from my mem’ry foiever Tnat pitiful sob of despair. And the patter and trip of the little bare feet, And the one piercing cry on the stair! I put by the half-written poem, While the |K*n, idly trailed in my hand, Writes on,Had I words to complete it, Who’d read it, or who’d understand?” But the little bare feet on the stairway, And the taint, smothered laugh in the hall, And the eerie-low lisp on the silence, Cry up to me over it all. —lndianapolis Journal, FRED AND MAUD. To say that Harvey Foster was in a bad temper, was to put the mildest form of words to express the savage mood in •which he found himself one winter’s evening, as he shot through the main street of the town of L—, on his way homeward. Everthing had gone ex actly contrary to his wishes all the week. Entirely ignorant of the fact that Harvey Foster was a man of standing in L—, pretty Josie allowed the minor fact, that he was insultingly free in his addresses, to influence her so strongly, that her dignified reserve taught him the lesson he needed; and when he sought her for his wife, she refused the honor. To add to his discomfiture, the heiress, Miss Maud Chester, whom he had held in reserve, that his ambition might win a wife if his love would not, hat. coolly informed him that she was engaged to Fred Ilvlt. Now, if there was one man above another who was utterly detestable in the eyes of Harvey Foster, it was Fred Holt. They had been rivals at school, where both stood well in talents, appli cation and social position; and Fred was ever a little in advance in every study, carrying away the contested prizes far more frequently than it suited Harvey he should. And now, when Maud had been ever gracious to the son of the wealthy banker, Silas Foster, she answered his love-suit by the tidings that his life-long rival had won her promise to be his bride. “ And the worst of it is, it will be just the match to suit his uncle,” muttered Harvey, savagely. “No fear of him disinheriting Fred now.” For Harvey knew that Fred depended entirely upon the good will of his mother’s brother, James Rutherford, a wealthy and eccentric bachelor, for his income. Harvey Foster, at odds with love, would like to see his rival refused, dis inherited, humbled as he felt himself humbled, since neither love nor money would aecept him. He strode over the pavement in a sav age mood, and started suddenly to see Josie Ormstead coming out of ashop a few steps in advance of him. In her hand were several packages, and her face was pale and anxious. In a moment Harvey was at her side. “ Let me carry some of your parcels,” he said, lifting his hat as he spoke. “ Thank you, I have only a few steps more to go,” answered Josie, hurrying forward nerviously. “ You need not be afraid of me,” Har vey said, noticing her nervous manner. “ I will not annoy you! Why will you not believe my respect is as great for you as my love ?” And before he knew exactly where bis words were leading him, the young man was renewing the offer he had made be fore. At the door of a small lodging house, Josie stopped and faced him. “ You have spoken so before, Mr. Foster.” she said gently; “ and because I believe you sincere, I will tell you what I have kept secret for six months; I am already married!” “Josie! Be quick! Why do you stand there ?” cried a voice in the nar row hallway, and a man stepped into the bar of brown thrown across ihe open door by a street lamp. “Fred Holt!” muttered Harvey, startling forward. “Married! and to Fred Holt?’ It almost consoled him.in his own dis appointment to think of the hold he had upon his rival. Engaged to Maud Chester, and married to Josie Ormstead! Fancy the proud face when she knew she had been deceived for a girl who worked. And sweeter still was it to Harvey Foster to think of the wrath of James Rutherford when the news reached him. But in his triumph, Harvey Foster had resolved to be very cautious, tc have strong proof of his rival’s marriage before venturing to accuse, to either his uncle or his betrothed. He had noticed the number of the house in the glare of the street lamp “No. 28 Ralph street.” This was the entry he made in his note book, in case his memory proved treach erous. It seemed as if fortune favored bis plajw. The North Georgian. VOL. 111. Only the next day, happening to go into a large fruit and flower shop, he saw Fred Holt selecting the contents of a large fancy basket of choice fruits and rarest blossoms. Nodding carelessly to Harvey, he wrote the address upon a card and attached it to the pretty basket. “ You will send this at once,” he said, and then left the shop. And Harvey, taking the place Fred had just vacated, read the card: “Mrs. F. Holman, No. 28 Ralph street.” What proof was needed now? It was not in nature of Harvey Foster to work openly in any scheme. A blow in the dark suited him better. Feeling sure of his position now, he hurried home to write two annonymous letters, which would, he fondly hoped, disin herit and utterly confound his long suc cessful rival. One of the venomous missives found Maud Chester in her pretty boudoir, trifling with some embroidery, and dreaming sweet dreams of her love and Fred Holt’s devotion. She was a hand some, dignified girl of nineteen, full of all womanly sweetness, unspoiled by her great wealth. She loved Fred Holt with the whole strength of her young heart, and she was sure that her love was re turned. Wondering who her unknown corres-’ pondent could be, she opened the paper. The same straggling hand met her eyes. Only these few lines were written? “I' you would have a proof of the falsity of one you believe true, go at 8 o’clock this evening to the second floor of No 28 Ralph street, and you will find Mr. Fred Holt and his wife.” “Anonymous!” the proud girl said, her lips curling and her eyes flashing. “ It is a falshood I” She threw the note upon the coals as’ she spoke, and watched the flames curl and blacken the paper till it flashed out of sight up the chimney. Then, with 11 the color stricken from her face, she ook up her embroidery. Had Harvey watched her then, he would have thought that that poisoned arrow had missed its aim. But it was not so. The work was thrown aside, the piano rang out under her restless fingers, a novel was opened, a room was put in order; but while the calm face betrayed no secret suffering, the girl was tortured all day by the words of the anonymous letter— “ Fred Bolt and his wife! ” And -tLII. ftße aiviving to l.ido from any eyes the tortures she endured, James Rutherford was storming up and down his library, holding the second of Harvey Foster’s communications in his hand. In the same awkward hand writing the same facts were stated, the same hour and place to verify the writer’s words. But the peppery old bachelor made no recretof his wrath. To have listened to him, one would have supposed that mak ing mince-meat of his disobedient nephew was the least he intended. It was with a chuckle of satisfaction that Harvey Foster, secretly hidden in a narrow outway, watched a tall, stately figure, leave a carriage at the bead of Ralph street, and walked to the door of No. 28. In the quiet of the street he heard a clear voice ask the servant who opened the door: “ Does Mrs. Holt live here?” “Yes, ma’am; second floor.” “ Is her husband at home?” “Oh, yes, ma’am; you will find them both there.” then Maud Chester entered the house, just as a short, panting man dashed up the steps, and, not pausing to make any inquiry, also entered. In the passage, Maud Chester, turning, as rapid steps followed her, faced James Rutherford. “You here!” he said. “You have heard, too, then, of the trick this un grateful hound has played upon both of us?” “ I have heard,” she answered, in a cold voice, “ that your nephew’s wife lives in this house. I wish to ascertain if it is true.” “ We will soon see! we will soon see! Second floor. Here we are. Now, then!” And the old gentleman’s raps proved the excitement under which he was laboring. A very pale, sweet woman opened the door, her eyes showing that she had been weeping very recently. “Does Mrs. Holman live here?” the old gentleman asked. “That is my name, sir.” I “ Can I see your husband?” The soft eyes, full of deep trouble, , were lifted inquiringly to his face. “ Is it on business, sir?” “ Very important business,” was the very dry response. “ Because the doctor said to-day he i must not have any mental excitement. I He is so very much worse to-day; I—l am afraid he is dying!” And she broke : out sobbing. “ Dying!” i “Dying! An accident?” “No, sir; it is fever from over work.” “ Josie —Josiel” ver Fred Holt spoke he spoke then fr- • i the inner room, and the little wi r e, seeming to forget her strange vi.-iiors, answered, quickly—- '• I’m coming, Fred.” She went at once to the room from whirli the voice came, and again the two. listening intently, heard Fred’s ' voice. I “ Bring the last cordial, Josie. Ten dr I am sure he knew me; but ! bei.. faint.” A moment later, the same cheery ■ voice spoke again. “Drink this, old fellow. See!—see! hert Josie! Don’t you know Josie?” TDn another voice—oh! so very i faint!—said — BELLTON. BANKS COUNTY, GA., FEBRUARY 26, 1886. NO. S ! “ Josie—little wife 1” I A moment of utter silence followed, and then Josie said— “ There is a gentleman and lady in the other room, Fred, who want to see Frank. Will you see them?” And Fred, appearing incompliance with this request, found his uncle vig orously fanning Maud Chester with a newspaper to bring her out of a faint ing fit. Before he could frame a question, his uncle said quickly— “ Get some water!” He obeyed. Then, when Maud’s blue eyes opened with a bewildered stare, the old gentleman continued— “We were sent here to see your do mestic felicity, and we seem to be mis informed.” “ My domestic felicity?” cried Fred. “ Read that,” said his uncle, hand ing the anonymous note. And Fred complied. “ Humph 1 yes,” he said. “So you came to see Mrs. Fred Holt. Well, that lady has made me a happy man,” and his eyes flashed merrily upon Maud. “ But I will introduce you to my cou sin’s wife. Mrs. Frank Holt.” “ Maud,” he continued, with gentle gravity, “since you have come here, it will be an act of Christian charity to re main for”—and his voice sank very low —“ we are afraid the poor little woman will be a widow before morning.” “Poor fellow!" said James Ruther ford. “ What is the trouble?” •' Over work. He thought he could increase his small salary by toiling over fine engravings in the evening, and he broke down. I never knew of his mar riage till last week, when he wrote me a painful note, begging me to care for ins wife if he died. I came here at once, and was fortunate enough te win poor little Josie’s sisterly confidence and affection. Maud, if the great, trou ble we fear comes ” “I will be her true aister, Fred!” in terrupted Maud. Here was a deep silence for several minutes. Then Josie, very pale still, irept softly into the room. “He is asleep,” she whispered. “ The doctor said if he slept he would live.” And when she broke into hysterical weeping, Maud held her close in loving arms, whispering that she must let her Ray and comfort her, for Fred’s sake. Nearly 11 o’clock came, and still Har vey Foster waited, half frozen, in the dark courtway, to see the discomfiture of his rival. Then his patience was re warded by seeing Fred and his uncle iiome out of No. 28, arm-in-arm. evi dently the best of friends, enter Miss Chester’s carriage and drive away. Cottage Hospitals, One of the greatest boons to the rural population of England, of late years, has been the establishment of cottage hospi tals. The first institution of the kind was at Savernake, in Wilts. In 1867a poor farm laborer was injured by machinery, and had to be carried miles to a doctor and then forwarded ten miles further to a hospital. The case so impressed the Vicar of Savernake that the idea oc curred to try and establish a cottage hospital. He found warm and generous coadjutors in Lord and Lady Ailesbury, the chief landowners of the parish. Lord Ai.esbury gave a large sum and a site in a lovely situation, and in due time the thing was done. During the past year 211 cases have been treated with every comfort, convenience and attention, at a cost per bed off 3 75 a week, and the mortality among them has only a dec imal fraction more than 8 per cent., against 9 per cent, at Guy’s, 10 per cent, at St. Bartholomew’s, and 16per cent, at St. Thomas’, the great London hospitals. In case of amputation, the advantage is enormously in favor of the cottage hos pitals, in consequence of the purity of their air. Not Her Motto. A Woodward avenue policeman was, the other day halted near the City Hall, by a two-hundred pound woman with a parcel in her hand, and she requested to be directed to the store where they sold mottoes. He asked which particular store she wanted, and she explained: “Well, I can’t tell. My old man came to town yesterday, and I wanted him to buy the motto of : God Bless Our Home.’ He got in somewhere where they told him stylish folks no longer hung up that motto, and the old idiot went and brought home this one.” She unrolled the parcel and held up a card on which was rudely painted: “ Don’t ask for credit—our terms are cash.” “You need’nt grin,” she said, as she rolled up the card again; “ I’m heavy on foot, and the walking is bad, but I’m going to walk this town till I find the man who got this thing off on Samuel for ‘ God Bless Our Home.’ ” The Festive Sport. In a vacant lot on Peterboro street is & strip of ice about a foot wide and thirty feet long, and yesterday a lone boy with a pair of big skates was making himself believe that he was having heaps of fun. A passing pedestrian couldn’t see it in that light, and he leaned over the fence and called out: “Sonny, what are you doing?” “Skating,” was the reply as the youngster cut a pigeon wing and got his breath again. “Isn’t that a pretty small spot to skate on ?” queried the man. “Oh, it is plenty big enough to fall down on!” was the cheerful answer. “Over seven boys bumped their noses here till they had to stay out of school, and one fellow struck on the back of his head this morning and hollered so loud that we had to sit down on his stomach! Watch me glide.” TRUTH, JUSTICE, LIBERTY. Catting Oranges and Apples. To cut the orange, make two parallel cubs, through the skin only, leaving a continuous land about an inch wide round the body of the orange. Remove the rest of the peel. Cut through the band once, just over one of the natural divisions, and gently for:e the whole open, and ou;, leaving each section de tached from the others, but still fast to the band of peel. The epple is cut by setting the blade of a narrow, sharp-pointed knife in the oblique position of the in tended cut, and pushing it, point first, directly to the core. When all the cuts are so made, the apple will come apart in a very pretty manner. Care munt be taken not to let the knife slip through the apple, into the hand. Here is a good though not a new way to cut an arple so that it will look whole and unmarred while in the dish, but, when pared will fall to pieces without being cut with a knife: Take a ! fine needle and a thin strong thread; insert the needle at the stem of the apple in such away that the point will come out again away from the stem and a short distance from the, first in sertion ; pull the needle and" thread through very carefully, so as not to break the skin or eularge the holes, leaving a few inches of thread hanging at the stem. Then nut the needle back into the second hole, thrust it in the same direction as before, out the point still farther from the stem, and again null the thread through. Go on in this way straight around the apple, and, when the thread comes out at the stem, pull it by both ends very care fully, until it has cut entirely through, and comes out of the apple. If pared now, the fruit would fall in halves; but, by working the thread round under the skin as before, at right angles to the first cut, and again pulling the thread quite through at the stem, the apple will fall into quarters. After a little practice, the cutting can be done so skillfully that only a very keen eye will be able to find out how it was accomplished. A Waste of Money. The New York Awn, in an article on worthless and catch-pen.ny advertising sheets, says: In few departments of business, too, has there been more misrepresentation pul <! —i ghf swindling than in that of advertising. The flush times for that sort of thing were eight or ten years ago, when worthless sheets, with only a nominal circulation and no influence, scoured the city to obtain advertise ments, hesitating at no falsehood, and consenting to almost any terms, so long as thfey got what they were after. An enormous amount of money was obtained from advertisers in this way. much of which might about as well have been spent in sticking up pesters in dark cellars. The New York Evening Pott, com menting on the same subject, says: The revival of business is bringing this sort of sheet into existence again. A day or two ago we had three or four of these new publications laid on our table at one time. We venture to say that we gave these new-comers more at tention than they receive from nine out of every ten persons who happen to see them; but a very hasty glance disclosed to us their utter worthlessness, and forthwith they were pitched into the waste basket. Yet each of these sheets had a goodly array of advertisements, and it was probably solely for the sake of the advertisements that they were printed. The amusing part of the matter is that the tradesmen who paid for the in sertion of these advertisements undoubt edly believed that they would thereby make their wares known to the public. The error in their calculation is that these sheets themselves are not public. As nobody reads them because they contain neither news nor opinions of any worth, it follows as a matter of course that advertising in them is a pure waste of m®ney ft is rather worse than this, because a man who advertises once or twice and gets no return from it is disposed to believe that advertising is not necessary; and having leached this opinion he is at once deprived of an in dispensable means, when intelligently used, of increasing trade. Hunting in Spain. A Spanish country gentleman does not, as an English squire, shoulder his gun, whistle his dog, take a lad to carry his game, and trudge off' for an after noon’s sport. It would be unsafe in this country, for the sportsman could get no bag in the open fields; he must hie to the fields far away, and, if known to be rich, he might be “sequestrated,” as it is called; that is, taken prisoner, by some wild hill gang, and a ransom be demanded for his release. In common justice, however, let me say that, after wandering over the wildest and worst parts of .Spain on foot alone, I have never yet been molested. Your space would not allow me to dwell here upon game laws, preserved lands, and the like, in Spain ; suffice it to say that, as a rule, the greater part of the country is unpreserved, and the genus poacher de es not exist—l mean, poacher legiti mate. Here is a summary of the game laws of Spain: 1. Land-owners may shoot over their own property all the year round. 2. Shooters over public grounds must not shoot in the close season. 3. The close season is from April 1 to Sept. 1 in northern, and from March 1 to Sept. 1 in southern Spain. 4. No guns may be fired in snowy or misty weather. 5. Angling is allowed all the year round, but net-fish ing is forbidden to all from March Ito July 30. 6. Decoy birds and nets for birds are only allowanle for flights of quails and stockdoves. A Few Hints Worth Preserving. 1. Child two years old has an attack of croup at night; doctor at a distance; what is to be done ? The child should be immediately un dressed and put in a warm bed. Then give an emetic, composed of one part of antimony wine to two of ipecac. The dose is a teaspoonful. If the antimony is rfot handy, give warm water, mustard and water, or any other simple emetic; dry the child and wrap it carefully in a warm blanket. 2. Some one’s nose bleeds and cannot be stopped. Take a plug of lint, moisten, dip in equal parts of powdered alum <and gum arabic, and insert in the nose. Bathe the forehead in cold water. 3. Child eats a piece of bread on which arsenic has been spread for killing rats. Give plenty of warm water, new milk in large quantities, gruel and lin seed tea; foment the boweis. Scrape iron-rust off anything, mix with warm water, and give in Targe draughts fre uuently. Never give large draughts of fluids until those given before have been vomited, because the stomach will not contract properly if filled, and the ob ject is to get rid of the poison as quick y as possible. 4. A young lady sits in the draft and comes home with a bad sore throat. Wrap flannel around the throat, keeping out of draughts and sudden changes of atmo“pheres, and every half hour take a pinch of chloride of pot ash, place it on the tongue, and allow it to dissolve in the mouth. 5. Child falls backward into a tub of water and is much scalded. Carefully undress the child, lay it on a bed, on its breast if the back is scalded, be sure all draughts are excluded; then dust over the parts scalded with bi-car bonate of soda; lay muslin over it; then make a tent by placing two boxes with a board over them in bed, to pre vent the covering from pressing on the scald; cover up warm. 6. Mower cuts driver’s legs as he is thrown from his seat. Put a tight bandage around the limb above the cut, slip a cork under it in the direction of a line drawn from the inner part of the knee to a little outside of the groin. Draw the edges of the cut together with sticking plaster. 7. Child has a bad earache. Dip a plug of cotton wool in olive oil, warm it and place it in the ear. Wrap up the head and keep it out of draughts. My Rules for Living. I am no doctor or pill vender, yet I have had a good long life and a happy one. May I not, therefore, just give my simple rules for health in the hopes that some traveler on the up or down hill of life may look at them and be benefitted by them. I have practiced them for many years and they have done me good; they may do good to others. They are inexpensive and may be easily abandoned, if they cause any harm. I. Keep in the sunlight as much as possible. A plant will not thrive with out the sunbeam; much less a man. 11. Breathe as much fresh air as your business will permit. This makes fresh blood; but it is never found in the four walls of your building. Be neath the open sky, just there, and only there, it comes to you. 111. Be strictly temperate. You cannot break organic law, or any other law, with impunity. IV. Keep the feet always warm and the head cool. Disease and death be gin at the feet more commonly than we think. V. Eat white bread when you cai - not get brown bread. VI. If out of order see which of the above rules you have not observed, then rub yourself all over with a towel, saturated with salt water, and well dried and begin upon the rulesagain. VII. Look ever on the bright, which is the heaven side, of life. This is far better than a medicine. These seven simple rules, good for the valid or invalid, if rightly observed, would save, I apprehend, a deal of pain, prolong life, and so far as health goes, make it worth the having.— Boston Traveler. A Remarkable Burial Place. After ascending the tower and e&. joying the View we had still an hour to de vote to the Campo Santo near by. The cloistered cemetery,constructed 600 years ago, is a vast rectangle surrounded by arches. After the loss of the Holy Land, we are told, the Pisans caused over fifty ships’ loads of soil to be brought hither from Mt. Calvary, in order that the dead might rest in what they conceived to be holy greund. It was in this Campo Santo that the earliest Tuscan artists were taught to emulate each other’s power, and here the walls are covered with remarkable representations of historical subjects and sacred objects. The original of many pictures with which we are fa miliar in engravings are to be founu here, such as “Noah Inebriated,” “jluilding of the Tower of Babel,” “The Last Judgment,” etc. The tomb •tones of those buried here form the pavement of the arcades. The sculpt ures ana monuments and bas-reliefs in the Campo Santo are nearly innumer able, the whole forming a most strange and weird collection, to which we had devoted the early twilieht hour, and which did not fail to reave upon the imagination a sense of gloom quite in lescribable. Very pretty vails of black lace are made of thread dotted with chenille, or i with little sprigs darned in, and are bordered with a fine plaiting sprigged to I match and pointed upon the edge. North Published Every Thursday at BELLTON, GEORGIA; RATES OF SUBSCRIPTION. One year (52 numbers), $1.00; six months (26 numbers), 25 ct'uts. Oilice in the SUUth building, east of the depot. \VI!!:i::: SHALL WE BURY THE PAST BY OLA HEED M'CHBXSTIB. Where shall wc bury the past? Snail we bury it in Jx‘tbe'B sea, W here no echo may ring of its beautiful years, To gladden our hearts or awaken our tears? Shall *f‘ go to our dreams with no thought of hours, And cherish no wreaths of its fast-faded fioweraT Shall we lav it aside with ne'er a prayer, To sleep in oblivion? Oh, no; not there! Where shall wn bury the past? Shall we lower it down in the tomb? While the breathings of woe peal its requiem there— . Though !t. crushes our hearts, breathe there tne last prayer! Shall the dew drops of sorrow fall over it now, And the cold v. ii of <l(»th overshadow its brow? ihough it’s stolen our yi/nng life’s fragrance and bloom— Ah, no! we eannot ower it into the tomb. Where shall wo bury the past? Shall we bury it in memory’s cell? It has tan. lit uh <>f life by its mystic power; It has taught us that death's wave may come anjr hour; It has taught us sweet lessons of patience and Jove: It has taught us to long for the mansions above. Though it oft crushed our hearts, yet they rose prayer 1 In un mory’s cell—we will bury it there. Cam den. Ohio PASSING SMILES. Do not allow yourself to speak ill of the absent one if it can be avoided; the day may come when some friend will be needed to defend you in your absence. The single act of sin, like the solitary seed, unfolds itself in ever-branching stems of wickedness, which tyrannize over the soul, and terrify the drowsy conscience into silence. A man will wipe on a towel as filthy as rot at his office, and smash the fur niture at home if he has to us? one which is the least bit soiled. This in one of the inconsistencies of the race. Shall I see my little NUbel When the sun sinks in the Weal! Wijl she lay her auburn treaaep Just above my sealskin vest! Keep the arm-chair for us Mabel; Wo can sit, and purr, and rock; And bo sure, my darling angel, To set back the old man's clock. —Elmira Telegram. Oub little four year-old being forbid den by his mother to eat any more pickled beets because they might injure him, asked: “ Mamma, if they make me sick and I die, will I turn into a dead beat?:” A man always looks foolish when peering into a mirror. A woman never does. It is her unquestioned privilege to look at herself as often and as much as she will. Bless her she sees some thing in the glass worth looking at A young man, of Cleveland, 0., deeply in love with a Jewish maiden whom he wished to marry, recently re nounced his Christian faith and em braced that of his betrothed. It is not difficult to determine beforehand who will “ run” that family. “ Father, did you ever have another wife besides mother?” “ No, my boy; what possessed you to ask such a ques tion? ” “Becase I saw in the old family Bible, that you married Anna Domini, 1836, and that is not mother, for her name is Mary Brown.” Joshua Woodbury made record in the year 1761 that he had just set out two apple trees “ for posterity’s sake.” The trees still stands on a farm at Cape Elizabeth, Cumberland County, Me., and this year bore two barrels of good apples. The senior Greek professor in his lec ture to the jurors the other day, speak ing of the marriage of Venus and Vul can, remarked “ that the handsomest women generally marry the homeliest men,” adding grimly, “ there’s encour agement for a good many of you.”— Amherst Student. Fight your own batties. Ask no favors of any one, and you will succeed five thousand times better than one who is always beseeching some one’s patron age. No one will ever help you as you help yourself, because no one will be so heartily interested in your affairs. Men who win love do their own wooing. This is a cat story from Bath, Me.: Two kittens were sentenced to be drowned in the presence of their mother, whereupon the animals suddenly disap peared. Two days later the housewife jokingly said: “If pussy would keep her kittens from under my feet they would be safe.” Pussy went out and re turned with her kittens. When a man has nothing to do and doesn’t even know how to do that well he is apt to sing, “ The World is All a Fleeting Show,” but it is a pretty sub stantial old world after all to the man who has a plan in his head and in his heart the pluck to make his dream a reality. Isn’t it time to Stowe away Uncle Tom’s Cabin? Or will it run for Eva? —Ex. You will Degree with us that it is a play, and as long as play-goers B-Stowe “ Marks ” of approval it’s hardly right to perform an au-Topsy on it. How ’Feelia boys? ’Eva head and give us some Chloe-sing remarks.— wheeling Leader. Lady of the house—“ln the name of common sense, Molly, how many pounds of meat have you brought from the market? I said to bring only two pounds.” Molly—“ Yes, madam, you said two pounds, but I understood four pounds, so I told the butcher six pounds, but he understood eight pounds, so I brought ten pounds.” How sick Clara Morris will feel when she comes to hear that Mlle. Sara Bern hardt is having a villa built at Sainte- Adresse! It is an aggeo eration of of pavilions and angles of the most coquettish description. The walls of the rooms are to be decorated by some of the master painters, and in the garden there will be the ruins of an ivy-clad temple —dedicated to Vesta, Plutus, Eros or Apollo, the god of the arts.