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BY JOHN BL ATS.
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SHE WAS RIGHT.
BT 0. H. THATK*.
She stands before her mirror, fair,
In girlish innocence and grace,
Pranaring with ingenious touch
To heighten charma of form and face,
rhe brushes with unsparing hand
Her silken trusses, long and bright,
For she assuredly intends
To look her very best to-night.
She quickly plaits the gleaming strands,
And as the rose-hues tint her cheek,
She says. “ He surely loves me, and
T wonder why he does nnt speak'*”
Then ss the braids are deftly placed,
She curls in a Switching way
The tiny locks that o’er her brow
In negligent profusion stray.
■h leafy hud she nnw selects,
Disposing it as if by chance
Amid the curls, then bird-like give*
A quick anti scrutinising glance.
The pretty dimpling smiles reveal
Her satisfaction at the sight.
And then she sighs and murmurs low,
“ I hope that he will speak tonight.”
Fright gems are cl $ sped on neck and brow,
The silken robe before unworn
Is laced, and bows coquettishly
Serve to embellish and adorn.
And then-no, no. I’ll never tell
The little secrets beauty knows
To give the last enchanting toucn.
From which she blossoms like the rose.
"Fnough that, everv moment fair
And fairer Uill indeed she seems,
A sight the fairies might invoke
To haunt our brightest, fondest dreams.
1 hen all equipped, e’en to the foot
That gleams on Mt In from the floor,
Rhe stands and lehurely surveys
The charming figure o’er and o’er.
No wonder that she smiles and nnds
Back to the face she knows is fair;
No wonder she her head uplifts
With such a proud audacious air.
Another look—"Ah, yes,” she says,
44 He will. I’m sure, propo e to-night;”
Then gathering up her dainty robes.
Bhe goes below, and— thtwat right f
MY NIGHT LODGER.
Every person said I was a queer little
girt t can’t remember when they did
not say that. But from all that I can
learn, t was not a queer baby. I cried
like any other child, and was quite as
troublesome, so the queerness must have
been acquired.
I cannot discover wherein my queer
ness lies; when I ask my friends, they
say, “Why —well, you are different from
other folks. ” A very clear and satisfac
tory definition 1
This having the word “queer” at
tached to my name used to annoy me;
my dolls were the only specimens of hu
manity to whom I confessed this. To
them T confided all my secrets and my
manifold trials. They were attentive lis
teners—never interrupted me. There
was Rosa, the very large one, she was
my prime favorite, and—oh, there "were
so many of them I cannot describe them.
When I was eleven years.old our folks
tried to make me think I was too old to
play with dolls. I felt as though life
would have no pleasure for me were my
dolls taken from me. No one knowing
how I loved them. T used to go to my
room and, locking the door to keep my
fun-loving brothers and sisters from in
truding, I would play by the hour with
my miniature family. Another favorite
resort of mine was the garret It was
full of boxes, barrels and chests, contain
ing o*d papers, books and letters. Many
rs the letters were very ancient, written
by relatives of whom I had scarcely
hea’-.1. There were letters from parents
j children, from brothers to sisters, and
love-letters. The latter interested me the
most, although I thought they were
rather silly. I suppose I could not ap
preciate the height and depth, and
length and breadth, of the tender pas
sion.
Filling my pockets with apples, I
would take possession of the garret and
some comfortable old chair, minus an
arm or rocker, and there I would sit for
hours, reading. I had a passion for
ghost stories, and stories of robbers and
pirates, although they used to frighten
me terribly. When in the midst of a
most frightful story, down would tumble
a bundle of something from the rafters,
making considerable noise, and leading
me to imagine the ghosts and the robbers
had stepped from the book to the garret.
An old apple-tree stood by one of the
windows; it had the greatest faculty for
unearthly creaking and groaning, and
the lightning-rod kept up a malicious
racket. I declare it is a wonder I didn’t
lose my senses, reading so much trash
and hearing so many fearful sounds.
But this has nothing to dp with my
“ lodger.” I believe fam becoming gar
rulous.
In the first place, I must tell you papa
was a rich farmer, and our neighbors
were ‘ ‘ few and far between. ”
When I was in my twelfth year papa
and mamma made up their minds to
take a pleasure trip to the far West.
This was something unusual; they sel
dom left home. Well, they went; and
mv two sisters, two brothers and myself
had a gay time “ keeping house.”
One day, all except myself and our
servant girl were invited to go to a din
ner party. I confess I dreaded to have
them go.
“Kate, we will bring you any amount
of candy.” said one.
"Now. pet, you know you and Sarah
can stay here just as well as not,” said
another.
“Don’t be a baby, Kitty,” said a
third.
Finally. I resignedly bade them “get
ont of my sight.”
Sarah and I were good friends; she
told me stories and sang songs till I be
gan to think it was quite a fine thing to
be left at home.
Tired of staying in the house, I saun
tered down the front walk, and amused
myself by indulging in a forbidden pleas
ure —swinging on the gate. Look
ing down the road, I spied a man
coining along. I flew to the house, and,
satisfied that he was coming in, I ran to
Sarah. Seizing her dress with both
hands. I exclaimed—
The North Georgian.
’VOL. 111.
“ Oh, Sarah ! there is a dreadful-look
ing man coming into the house !”
Sarah picked up the poker and walked
to the door, while I, imitating her ex
ample, snatched a stick of wood. Sud
denly Sarah cried—
“ You little goose I It is Bill Mc-
Carty !”
Sure enough, it was Sarah’s beau.
Her mother was very sick, and McCarty
was sent to bring Sarah home immedi
ately.
Here was a dilemma. Sarah didn’t
want to leave me, and unless she stalled
home then, she might not see her mother
alive. It was nearly time for the rest of
the folks to come home, so I managed to
raise courage enough to say that I was
willing to remain alone.
In a few minutes Sarah was off. and I
was left in possession of our great house,
which never seemed so large to me be
fore. I tried to read, but it was impossi
ble; all the murder stories I had ever
heard camo to my miud. I remembered
that none of our doors could be locked.
Papa, who had a few strange ideas, de
clared that locks were a nuisance. I felt
that I was doomed.
I went out to the yard, and, to my dis
may, discovered that the sky was over
cast and a storm near at hand. I could
see the rain coming; faster and faster it
came; it was soon at the house. Oh,
how it did rain !
On each side of our yard way a brook,
pretty and peaceable in pleasant
weather, but a very little rain trans
formed them both into raging torrents.
As I stood at the window I saw first one
bridge, and then the other, swept off. I
knew now that I must stay alone all
night; it would be impossible for my
brothers and sisters to get home.
Travelers, or, as Sarah called them,
“trampers,” often stopped at our house
over night, as there was no public-honso
near. To my horror. I now saw one of
them coming across the field. Should I
hide? No, that was not to be thought of.
Without stopping to knock, the great
rough man walked in.
“Can I stay here all night?”
I dared not refuse him, so as firmly as
I could, answered, —
“Yes.”
He seemed surprised at seeing no one
but myself, and questioned me much.
I told him my brother was up-stairs
writing; that we two were alone. This
was the first thing that entered my head
to tell him. Buch a villianous counte
nance ns that man had 1
His hair was cut close to his head,
leaving his huge ears in bold relief.
Wicked-looking eyes, and a brutal
mouth, completed his general expression
of ferocity.
Bed-time came, and I directed the man
to a room up-stairs in the servants’ de
partment; not the “up-stairs” where I
had said my brother was. Now that
there was real danger, I was calm and
reasonable. I fastened the door that
led up-stairs with my embroidery scis
sors, which happened to be in my pocket,
so as to guard against surprise, and hur
riedly collecting our silverware, carried
it to mamma’s room and hid it in the bed.
No one would have supposed the bed
had been disturbed I was elated at my
ingenuity.
I then hunted up what few jewels the
girls possessed, and placing them, with
what money I could find, in a box, I tied
them in my pocket. After doing this, I
stole down-stairs, and removed my scis
sors from the door. These scissors were
counted among my most valuable treas
ures. I had had them many years, and
was not disposed to lose them now.
I expected the man would only wait
till he thought I and my fictitious
brother were asleep, and would then
search the house for valuables, and finish
by killing me. Only one plan for escape
that I originated seemed feasible. I de
termined to wait till I heard my lodger
in the room below, and then wrap my
self in papa’s shawl, and jump out of the
window. I was not kept m suspense
long; the peculiar squeak of the sitting
room door alarmed me that it was time
to act. Quietly I raised the window,
and just as the steps approached the
stairs, I jumped to the ground. Fortu
nately there was a bed of lilies directly
beneath the window, and they softened
my fall. That there was danger of
breaking my neck I hail not thought. I
was determined to escape from this
dreadful man.
It was dark as Egypt, the rain was
pouring down in torrents, but this was
nothing in comparison with the horror
within the house.
Half a mile back of our house lived a
friend of papa’s—Mr. Vincent. I re
solved to go there. I ran along, stumbl
ing against fences and falling into
ditches, thinking I never knew such a
long half mile. Finally I reached the
house, and managed to tell my story.
Several young men happened to have
lieen delayed there by the storm, and,
headed by Henry Vincent, a young man
of some twenty-two years, they pre
pared to capture my visitor.
I was too excited to remain at Mr.
Vincent’s. I declared I would go back
home. They all tried to persuade me
not to do tins except Henry Vincent, who
said “such a little heroine should do as
she pleased.” With a hand tightly
clasped in Henry’s, we started.
When we came within sight of our
house, we saw a light flitting from room
to room, and a few words of boisterous
song floated to us on the breeze. Si
lently my friends surrounded the house,
guarding every avenue of eseape. Henry
and I (I would not let him leave me for
a moment) entered the house. We found
the vagabond searching papa’s desk. He
had found several hundred dollars that I
had not seen, when preparing for flight.
He started to run when he saw us, but
finding men and revolvers on all sides, he
was obliged to surrender.
He was safely bound, and then ques-
BELLTON, BANKS COUNTY, GA. JULY 1, 1880.
tioned. It apjiears he was a noted thief
who had long baffled the police. He
said when he learned the house was oc
cupied only by two individuals, he was
much elated. Ho did not intend to pro
ceed to acts of violence, unless my
brother and I troubled him too much.
When he found the house deserted, he
concluded I had not told him the truth
—mat I was alone. Not finding me, hi
supposed I had hid, and he would not
hunt for me.
Lifting me into his lap, Henry Vin
cent called mo the “bravest little woman
he ever knew. ” All the others praised
and flattered me, till I began to think
men were greater talkers than women.
All that night we stayed there, and be
fore morning I was raving like a lunatic.
Tliree long weeks I remained uncon
scious. When I became sensible, anx
ious faces were bending over me. Papa,
mamma, and all the folks were at my
bedside.
“What is the matter?” I asked. In a
moment that dreadful day came to my re
membrance. “Oh, I know!” said I,
with a shudder.
It was a long, long time before I re
gained my strength. Every person
petted and praised me. I was the heroine
of the neighborhood. Henry Vincent
never became tired of descanting u]K>n
my bravery, and devoted himself to me
in a manner that would have been very
aggrivating to his young lady acquain
tance, had I been a few years older.
My “lodger” was sent to prison to
meditate for some years.
Tight Shoes.
The wearing of shoes which compress
and distort the feet is a sigularly injur
ious custom. Suppose I said that nine
tenths of the feet were rendered mis
shapen by the boots and shoes worn, the
statement would seem extreme, but it
would be within the truth. The pointed
shoe or boot is the most signal instance
of a mischievous instrument designed for
the torture of feet. In this shoe the
great toe is forced out of its natural
line toward the other toes, giving
a reverse curve from what is natural to
the terminal part of the inner side of the
foot, while all the other toes are com
pressed together toward the great toe,
the whole producing a wedgc-like form
of foot which is altogether apart from
the natural. Such a foot has lost its ex
panse of tread; such a foot has lost its
elastic resistance; such a foot has lost
the strength of its arch to a very consid
erable degree; such a foot, by the irregu
lar and unusual pressure on certain
points of its surface, has become hard at
those pointe, and is easily affected with
corns and bunions. Lastly, such a foot
becomes badly nourished, and the pres
sure exerted upon it interferes with its
circulation and nutrition. It ceases to
be an instrument upon which the body
can sustain itself with grace and with
easiness of movement, even in early life;
while in mature life and in- old age it In
comes a foot which is absolutely unsafe,
and which causes much of that irregular,
hobbling tread which often renders so
peculiar the gait of persons who have
passed their meridian.
It sometimes happens for a time that
these mistakes in regard to the boot and
shoe are increased by the plan of raising
the heel, and letting it rest qn a raised
impediment of a pointed shape. Any
thing more barbarous can scarcely be
conceived. By this means the body,
which should naturally be balanced on a
most beautiful arch, is placed on an in
cline plane, and is only prevented from
falling forward by the action of the mus
cles which counterbalance the mechani
cal error. But all this is at the expense
of lost muscular effort along the whole
line of the muscular track, from the heels
actually to the back of the head—a loss
of force which is absolutely useless, and,
as I have known in several cases, ex
hausting and painful. In addition to
these cviis arising from the pointed
heeled boot, there are yet two more. In
the first place, the elastic spring of the
arch being broken by the heel, the
vibration produced by its contract with
the earth at every step causes a concus
sion which extends along the whole of
the spinal column, and is sometimes very
acutely felt. In the second place, the
expanse of the foot being limited, the
seizure of the earth by the foot is incom
plete both in standing and in walking, so
that it becomes a new art to learn how
to stand erect or to walk with safety.—
Harper's Weekly.
A Universalist in a Methodist Pulpit.
William Bridges, a strong Universalist
and well-to-do citizen of Greencastle,
Ind., subscribed SIOO toward the erec
tion of a Methodist Church in his city,
on condition that the Rev. W. W. Curry,
the well known Universalist minister and
Republican politician, be allowed to
preach a course of three sermons on
Universalism, after its dedication. The
church authorities closed the contract
quickly and rolled the “C” under their
tongues as a sweet morsel, snatched as
it were, from the hands of one who, no.
knowing good, would do evil. In due
time the church was finished, and Mr.
Curry was on hand. A dispatch says:
“His first sermon produced a sensation,
and after his second the Trustees be
gan taking steps to cancel the con
tract, the congregation censuring the
board for encouraging the promulga
tion of heterodox principles. But
Brother Curry is firm and Bridges will
not rescind until the subject, ‘ Why he
does not believe in hell ’ is thoroughly
exhausted!”— “Hover" in the Cincin
nati Gazette.
What the world is in need of is fewer
men of an inquisitive turn of mind—men
who are contented with looking at a
buzz-saw without a desire to feel of it
with their fingers.
SOUTHERN NEWS.
Wolves are destroying the swine about
Houston, Ala.
Ex-President Davis was seventy-two
years old Thursday.
Many-new furnaces and rolling mills
are going up in Alabama.
The bottom of the lake opposite Vicks
burg is coming to the top.
The cattle drive from Texas this year
will realize about $3,000,000.
A bear weighing 200 pounds was killed
this v eek nflar Vicksburg.
Bullfrog legs are being shipped
North from Reelfoot Lake.
Tnt newspapers of Tennessee have an
aggregate circulation of 211,660.
The farmers are all hopeful in Georgia,
the only drawback being in.the wheat.
There is one field of broom-corn in
Hill County, Texas, containing 600 acres.
Tn- sngar-cane beetle is a new pest of
the Louisiana plantations about New
Iberir.
The work on the new Sibley ootto
mills in Augusta, Ga., is progressing
rapidly.
The Bath Paper Mills were sold at
Aiken, 8,0., at public outcry June 8,
'or $56,500.
Competing ice factories in Augusta,
Ga., have reduced the price to half a
cent a pound.
A fence is to be placed around the
Jackson Statue at Nashville to protect it
from vandalism.
The negroes in Louisiana have stopped
talking about the exodus business; some
thing better to do.
They have formed an anti-dueling as
sociation at Camden, 8. 0., with Judge
Kershaw as President.
During the last two weeks there have
been but two deaths in Natchez, Miss., a
city of 9,000 inhabitants.
Thirteen teachers' institutes for the
special benefit of colored teachers will be
neld in Tennessee this year.
The total receipts from all sources of
the -,te centennial exposition at Nash
ville Are said to lie $28,335.60.
Anderson County, 8. C., has twenty
three Democratic clubs thoroughly organ
ized with a membership of 3,500.
Silk-baising in the South is receivin g
attention, and bids fair to be a leading
feature in commercial statistics.
Bats are swarming in New Orleans
Parish Prison, and Mr. Pedalahore of
fers to exterminate them for SSOO.
The pastor of a church at Austin, Tex.,
has announced a sermon on the subject,
"A Tight Squeeze, or the Round Dance.”
The Board of Trade at Natchez recom
mends that place as a good crossing for
any through railroad that may be pro
jected.
In Jackson, Miss., within the last few
months, a large cotton-seed mill, an ice
factory and steam saw-mill have been
erected.
A niece of the late Hon. John 0. Cal
houn, Mrs. L. T. De Graffenried, aged
seventy-five years, died at Decatur, Ga.,
last week.
Texas has a fund in ready cash of $200,-
000 raised from the sale of public lands,
with which it projioscs to build a State
University at Austin.
The last report of the State Adjutant
General of Texas shows no less than 6,000
fugitives from justice, of whom 1,000 are
charged with murder.
A company has been organized in New
Orleans to establish a jute factory, and a
considerable quantity of jute seed will
be planted in Louisiana this year.
The float of cypress this spring from
the swamps between the Mississippi and
Atchafalaya Rivers exceeds that of any
previous year. Thousands of laborers
are working at it.
Several citizens of Marietta, Ga.,
have united in sending to New York for
twenty-five white servant girls. The un
r -liability of negro servants has rendered
;his step necessary.
The Continental Guards, of New Or
leans, will participate in the anniversary
>f the battle of Bunker Hill. Their uni
form is brilliant with buff and gold, after
the old Continental style.
The people of Memphis are compelled
to go outside the taxing district limits
to indulge in Sunday amusements. To
get shaved or take a horn, they get on
-me of the steamers and indulge.
Boys under twenty years old in Mem
phis, who want toplay cards or billiards,
:>r drink intoxicating liquors, must carry
written permits from their parents or
they will be refused by saloon-keepers.
The State of Virginia hires out five
hundred and twenty-five of her convicts
to work on her railroads and other public
improvements, for whom she receives
twenty-five cents net each per day.
While three clerks were engaged in
distilling vanilla extract for a soda foun
tain in a drug store in Charleston, 8. C.,
the retort holding the extract exploded,
NO. 26.
seriously injuring all tliree of the clerks.
Gen. Johnson Hagood, the nominee
of the Democratic party of South Carolina
for Governor, has been Controller General
of the State since 1876. He is a success
ful planter, a fine executive officer, and
his ambition is limited to a sendee of one
term as Governor of his State.
Thirty small boys in Dallas, Texas,
were arrested for holding negro minstrel
shows in an unoccupied building without
the knowledge or consent of the owners.
The Mayor fined them from fifty cents
to $1.25 each, and' then, because he hail
remembered he had once been a boy
himself, he paid the fines and sent the
offenders home.
Thb Department of Agriculture of
South Carolina is preparing to send trust
worthy men into each county in the
State to make up statistical reports from
personal inspection of farms. The Com
missioner is of the opinion that accurate
statistics of this kind can not be obtained
by tax gatherers, as taxpayers invari
ably curtail in their returns the amount
of land planted and the number of cattle
owned.
In Sumter County, S. 0., a negro
named Ellison Hampton beat his ten
vear-old son to death with a leather
thong. He first beat him until his arm
wearied with a switch, and then tied him
up to a stake in liis yard and struck him
in the neighborhood of four hundred
lashes, the boy expiring under the lash.
It seems that Ellison had been married
twice, this boy being the child of his
first wife, who is still living. On this
occasion the wrath of the father was
evoked by the boy having gone to see his
mother in violation of his father’s orders.
Ellison has been arrested, and is now in
jail charged with murder.
Colonel Gardner Takes an Appetizer.
There lives in the vicinity of Wooster,
down in the wilds of Wayne County, an
ancient veteran of the Mexican war who
is known as Colonel Gardner. The
Colonel has in his declining years ap
plied himself very steadily to the- task of
paying off the national debt, and the tax
on the amount of tangle-foot, consumed
by him in a year materially augments
the internal revenue receipts of. his pa
triot One warm day last summer, his
stock of ardent hitving given out, the old
gentleman mounted his horse and rode to
the village drug store to replenish the
same. The proprietor of the pill foundry
was absent at the time of his arrival, and
the assistant was a green country boy,
whose knowledge of the drug business
was yet to be gained. The Colonel
ordered the young man to measure him
out a quart of whisky. The youth took
down a large jar, the contents of which
. resembled the desired article in appear
ance, aud filled the bottle, with which
the Colonel ambled off home. On the
return of the druggist about an hour
later, he took a took at his array of li
quids, and inquired of his deputy the
name of the person buying so much sul
phuric acid. “I didn’t sell any acid; the
only one in was Colonel Gardner, who
camo after some whisky,” replied the
boy.
“What jar did you get it from?”
shrieked the excited maker of pills.
“That un,” said the apprentice, point
ing to the nearly emptied jar of acid.
“Great guns! you’ve pisoned him,”
howled the drug store man, and, seizing
his hat, shot down the street toward the
Gardner mansion like a special dispatch.
On approaching the house he saw the
Colonel sitting on the veranda fanning
himself vigorously, and ruefully survey
ing the charred remnants of a news
paper which were scattered about, while
the sweat which poured oft’ him formed
in little pools about him.
“Hello,” gasped the warrior, “what
kind of whisky was that you sold me to
day, Johnson? I never see such stuff. 1
brought it home and took a couple of
drinks and sat down here to read the
paper, and in about five minutes I began
to bile, and the next thing, I’m darned if
my breath didn’t set the paper afire; I'll
have to move my custom if you don’t
give me a better brand. A man would
have to copper line himself to stand that
stuff.
Mr. Johnson took what was left of the
sulphuric acid and informed the soldier
that he would send him down a better
quality of liquor in return, and betook
himself to his store, marveling at the
strength of practiced digestive organs.—
Cleveland Leader.
A Chinese Inn.
According to a lady missionary now
living in China, the inn accommodations
are not of the highest order. An earth
floor, not even smooth. Walls festooned
with cobwebs of great age, and the dust
of many months. A very dirty, square
table, a high-backed chair, and two very
narrow benches. A raised platform,
built of bricks and mortar, with cavities
for fire to be kindled in cold weather.
Fires, when needed, are kept up day and
night, and the platform for bed by night
and “sitting-room” by day; bed cloth
ing furnished by lodgers. Attendance,
hot water brought in by landlord for tea
and toilet purposes. Charge for six—
seven hundred copper cash, equivalent
to seventy cents. The lady remarks,
“If we. had not been entertained in the
style of the first-class hotels of the
United States, neither did we have a biU
in the same style.”
Mr. Edison has received another
patent for an improved phonograph, but
we suspect it is nothing but the old one,
with a Vassar girl inside.
JnT ofth G^eof^iap,
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BELLTON, GEORGIA
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Office in the Smith building, east of the
depot.
PASSING SMILES.
The speculator may shape his course
by the rise in cotton. The cotton will
help the shape.
Patrick on the zebra: “ Phat kind of
a baste is that—the mule wid his ribs on
the outside of his shkin entoirly?”
Philadelphia clergymen state that
the commandment against swearing was
gotten up before croquet was invented.
A wife should preserve the honor of her
husband’s name, for frequently that is al'
lie has ever given her worth mentioning.
There are more watches worn in the
United States than in any other country.
Os course the people have a better time.
“ Duty stares me in the face,” said the
deacon, whan the cuatom-houso officers
caught him smuggling a dozen pairs of
gloves.
Principal, drawing out his watch to
on unpunctual clerk: “Mr. Johnson, it
is already half-past nine.” Clerk, draw
ing out his watch and looking at it:
“ Agrees, precisely, sir.”
A couple of soldiers of the S'J ration
Army approached a Philadelphia broker
recently and asked: “How is it with
you my friend?” “I am short on Read
ing,” replied the broker.
A Vermont couple put off applying
for a divorce one term of court, so that
they could profit by their tin wedding.
And yet they tell us the people of this
country are needlessly extravagant and
unthrifty.
He was informed that n lady had
called to see him in his absence. "A
lady,” he mused aloud, “a lady.” Upon
an accurate description he suddenly
brightened up and added, “ Oh, dot vas
no lady; dot vas my vise.”
Straight where she strayed, with stride he strode.
Sad sighed he on the wxi and said
44 Say, I sigh aud sue you so”—
She had no heed, but hid her head—
Maud’s mood the mud of meed made mad,
Nur answer knew she now but 44 No.”
Wall Whitman
A bargain. (Beene, a country inn.(
Tourist—“ Confound it, woman; there's
a chick in this egg. ” Landlady—‘ ‘ Well,
sir, you are a lucky one ! In a few weeks
I could have had half a crown for that
fowl, aud 'ere you get it for twopence.”
And still he was not satisfied.
A damsel from over the river was look
ing over some books in a Quincy book
store, endeavoring to make a selection,
when the clerk asked, “ How would you
like the Autocrat of the Breakfast
Table?” Bhe replied: “ Oh, we’ve got
two of ’em now, one of ’em just as good
as new—only been' wa: bed twice.”
“Jones propounded the following tin
other evening, after sipping of his alleged
tea; “Why is this drink like milk?”
Os course nobody could guess, and after
he had divulged by saying it was a lack
teal fluid, nobody dared to smile. They
knew that the landlady’s eyes were upon
them.
A succession of direful shrieks is heard
on the first floor. Fond mother—“ What
is the matter with Billy!” Colored ser
vant—“ Please, mam, he is cryin’ about
de jewberries.” “He can’t have any
more. He has had four saucerfuls al
ready.” “Dem is de berry ones he is
whoopin’ about. He’s all swelled up.”
The Detroit Free Press has inter
viewed a Boston ice cart driver, who
says that “the size of the lump left at
at the kitchen door depends considera
bly on the good or badlooks of the cook.”
This argument ought to convince a
man’s wife of the desirability of keeping
a good-looking cook, but it won’t.
A capital anecdote is told of a little
fellow, who in turning over the leaves of
a scrap,book came across the well-known
picture of some chickens just out of their
shells. My companion examined the
picture carefully, and then with a grave,
sagacious look at me, slowly remarked,
“They came out ’cos they was afraid of
being boiled.”
A prudent lover sings:
The thrush in the thicket i« singing,
The lark i« abroad on the lea,
And over the garden gate swinging
A maiden is waiting for me.
She will wait till she’s weary, I’m thinking
Though eager I am for the tryst;
She wilt wait till the bright stars are blinking
And sigh for the kisse* the miss’d.
For her father Is watchful and wary,
A very ill-tempered old churl,
And I’m not the sort of canary
To be kicked for the love el a girl.
The following from Forney’s Progress
is equal to any thing in the creme de la
chroniqucs of the French: “ What is
happiness? ” asked a man of a woman.
“ To be the best loved of some one,”
she answered promptly. “To assure it
I must add also to love that one best.”
“ Oh, I was talking of the possible,” said
she. The conversation closed.
Spanish Securities.
Spaniards rate money at its extreme
value, their favorite motto being, “ No
friend save God and a dollar in your
pocket.” In old Spanish houses there
is generally a very cleverly-contrived
secret receptacle for money, akin to the
“secret drawer” of the old-fashioned
English desk; and even now this secret
cupboard is much used, the Spanish idea
of security being—(an idea founded on
bitter experience of many years)—to
cage the windows in iron bars, lock up
the houses at night, in winter, draw
around one of the family, look at the
money, and then: “ Why, lam very safe;
all I love and all I need is contained
within the four walls of my casa.”
Their distrust of banks and Government
securities is universal.
A party of tramps broke into a con«
fectioner’s residence in Dubuque, lowa,
a few nights ago, kindled a lire in the
range, cooked what there was to eat, hail
a hearty supper, and departed before
daybreak, without disturbing any mem
ber of the family and without stealing
anything except a pair of shoes,