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CHEROKEE ADVANCE
CANTON,
Q BOBO! A.
OKX. f1ARFIKLI*S FA TOR TTR NT MX.
[Th't following wm the fmrorlt* hmin of the lat®
LrwJdent Onr field:]
Uo, reapora of life’* harro t, why atand with ruatod
blade
Until .‘he night draws round thee and day begins to
fade?
Why stand ye Idle, welting for reaper* more tnrortt,
1 be golden morn ia pawtlr g, why alt ye idle, dnmbf
’Ihrnrt in your sharpened sickle and gather iu the
grain;
The night la fast approaching, and *t>on will comb
again;
The Master calla for reaper®, and ahall lie cal) In
ram?
Shall hln ai'-a lie there ungatherod aud waits up< H
the plain?
Moiint up the heights of wisdom, and crufh each er«
Keep buck ao word* of knowledge that human hearte
ah u’J know.
2V faithful to thy tniealnn In service of th> Lord,
And then a go loti chaplet aball le thy rich reward.
Al\T S UK UPS LUCK.
“ Well,.now, yon look sort of sickly,
spindling like; you ain’t hearty, bo yo,
mister?" Tbo speaker was a lull, gaunt
specimen of a woman, past middle ago,
nlmost masculine in physique. Hor
complexion rondo you think of a russet
apple with tho sunshine on it, sobronzeil
was it, ami the hnir was too gray for no
young a woman. At tlrat you thought
oho wan old, but a nearer approach ro-
luindod you that aho could not have
passed 40, The calico drew, waa ecru
pnloualy clean, and, although not in tlio
mode, became her with striking grace.
The faded shawl se emed honored by its
wearer. She looked at yon sharply as
she talked, and a shrewd smilu crept to
her lijm as if she had somo hidden foun
tain of content.
What a striking and uuiquo character
one meets in by-ways of New England
struck out of the native granite. They
seem rough lined at first, until ynu find
them suffused with au inner grace, the
uingio touch of a divine artist. I was
wailing at a little station among the
hills for tho through express. It was a
solitary place, only one house in sight,
the horizon outlined by darkened pines
and (he sandy bluff, on which the deso
late structure stood, affording one a
view of a still, flowing river, Mashing
down through tho evergreens. It was
in tho mouth of Juno and the lulls were
beginning to burn with strange (Ires.
Carmine, emerald nnd russet flickered
ngainst stately backgrounds of dark
blue. The robin, the hlue-hird nnd the
crow mingled their contented notes in
the sunny air. I had an hour and a half
to wait, aud, because I had nothing bet
tor to do, I was strolling backward and
forward ’bf the platform nursing my
own grief, _winch luv heavy on my
heart. The words of the woman halted,
pie in my self-imposed task aud a cure
less curiosity caused mo to enter into
conversation. How often His angels
come to mo in strange disguise.
"Yes, mu-ter, what you say is true,
The Lord Almighty does shut us in
dreadful dark corut'fs, I expect, without
e’-cn a star of nothing for n g’iut vt
night. It beats all how kind o’ rough
Ho appears.*’ " You know something
nhoirf it, nuntio! ” I called her so, for
‘ although no older than I she had a rich
experience I saw at onoe, “Law, yes,
I lmvo,’’ and Jiuf eyes took on a far
away expression, us if silo were looking
into tho Unseen aud eternal. “Yon
won’t helieVe it, mister, nohow. You’d
think l 1 was deceiving ye.” “Tell uh
all alrout it, if you will.” .
Wo seated oursnlvos on a low bench,
in sight of the glywijig woods, the r.uii-
ligljt lliMcnng through tho clear morn
ing uir ; fragrant with the fresh odors of
the year. '‘You sob 1 was just past IB
when-JAsfah married mo. He wns in a
powerful hurry. Ho had bought a fnrin;
the mortgage waa to ba worked off, he
needed a wife. They did say—yon
wuuldivt believe it—that I was hand
some. A Boston chap had asked me to
marry him before that, and tho folks
were rather anxious, for lie was rich ;
but Josiah and I had loved each other
since wo were children, an t I said no.
^Yell, wo were married and the farm had
a mistress; I knew all about work,
was strong*nd hopeful. We didn’t have 1
any such lixings is that city ( Imp would
linve bought, but we loved each other
and onr poverty was no hindrance to
that. \yo made butter and fatted cat
tle. The next spring Josiah raised gar
den pass, and that flist yojjr wc managed
to pay £200 on tho mortgage. It was
hard work, nnd we both were a little
tired. I was not quite as strong as the
Bummer came on.”
Here she stopped as if lost in roverio ;
her face took that abstracted look again.
“ And how was it next year ? ” I in
quired.
She gavo a sigh. “ Mister, my luck
began then,” and a dawning smile flut
tered on her thin lips ; “ that is. I called
it so in mv wrath. Little ’Siah came to
ns the second winter, anil from the first
he wm a piece, so cunning and so cross.
I called him possessed some days, but
Joshua said he was only powerful heal
thy. We loved him. Ho wns our first
born, nnd he twined about our hearts
just as the partridge vine clings to the
warm earth. But the spring work was
ooming on. I was ambitious. T was at
work again before - my strength came
back. I crawled about the house more
like • shadow than a young girl not yet
20. Broken rest at night and long days
of ceaseless work took tho spunk all out
of mo. I kind of murmured in my
heart, but Lord forgive me, for that was
only tiro beginning.
“Josiah had just got tho planting
done, a powerful large lot, when he was
taken sick ; never was siok before. Ty
phoid fever, doctor said, and he would
have a bard one. I was so weak I just
laid ’Siah by his father and then crept
up stain to tho south c’lamber. The
moon was full and seemed to mock me;
the fields, green as they were, only made
my heart ache. I flung myself on the
floor and lifted up an exceeding hitter
cry. I charged tho pip si Lord foolishly.
I rebelled at my condition. I said it is
cruel. Ho don’t care. I heard some
noise below and then I thought, how
sinful ; perhaps Josiah will (lio; he
needs you now, and hero you are, giving
way to despair. I did not see my folly,
but I picked lip a little courage and went
down.
“ What n summer tliat was 1 Josiah
kept growing worse, until ho Recmed
dead in all but br-nlliing. Crazy 1 Oh,
how lie raved ! Home of the time he
seemed to think I had mnrriod tho Bos
ton man and he waa living alone on his
farm, and then ho would pray. Those
prayers were tho finishing stroke. Josinh
was not a professor. I had done my duty,
but all the time I rebelled ; I almost
cursed Ood. Again and again I stole up
to tho south chamber, when Josiah was
quiet, and thought and thought until it
seemed as if I should go mad. One
night I came down more desp.irato than
over. Josiah seemed to bo asleep, and
little ’Siah wns hesldo him. The moon
light fell on him like a glory. I threw
myself by the lied, and Josiuh all at
once liegnn to pray. Ho never did such
a thing before. Ilia delirium bad not
left him, hut ho seemed inspired. I
never could tell what ho said, leastwise I
wouldn’t try. God knows, hut the Imhy
and me he took right up to Ood A1
mighty. Tho moonbeams seemed i
shining ladder, and tho laird himself
came right down. He pointed to hia
bleeding side nnd his bruised hands, and
I thought I hoard him sny : ‘For you.
“I don’t know, mister, but you nro
tired. Josiah went to death’s door. He
■coined to cross over, and thou, for love
o’ me, he came bock. It was not until
tho frost name that lie could do sny
work. Again and again I rebelled, but
Joriinh’s prayers hroiigli! me bock, for,
strange as it may seem, when the deliri
um h ft. him lie kept on praying, und it
was the Lord’s voice calling mo. We
laid up no money tliat year. Tbo doc
tor’s bill and the wages of tho hired mifn
took all the profits und left us a little
more in debt. Little ’Siali bad bt
pining all tho season; I was overworked;
had never gained any strength, and he
felt it. How wo loved him as he would
pot his father's head, his little wee face
trying to smilo. I made an idol of my
child. When tho white frost come nnd
Josiah could just crawl about to do his
chores, little 'Siah grew worse nnd in a
week ho died. Perhaps yon have never
lost a child; you don’t know, then. Wo
buried him under the apple tree, our
dear little boy, Tho night he died ho
crept up to his father, os ho kneeled be
side him, anil'Josiah he prayed, and the
words sccnuyl to 0|>en tlio gates to that
oity where the children, are, and his
spirit fluttered away.
“And then I gave up. I cursed Gisl
fn my heart. I asked for death. Weeks
passed, but I lay in a dumb stupor; the
doctor said I must be roused or dio. I
had thought it was evil luck for a creat
ure to live. I believed in nothing.
The spring came. Josiah was strong
ngnin. One day lie lay a single May
flower in my thin hund. ‘God watches
over tlio flowers, Hukic,’ ho said, aud
then my tears began to flow. 1 had
not been nblo to cry for months. Those
little pink petals spoke to me. I came
to myself. I began to pray. I sniil: ‘I
will not die.'
“ Another autumn. May came to us,
a calm, placid child. I had something
to live for, and I rose up with new cour
age. Tho red leaves fell on ’Slab's
grave, but I know ho was beyond the
reach of a dying life. I began to look
for the Lord's face. Days cuiuu when I
seemed to be in a little holl of my own,
lint afterward there oiuno peace. 1 wan.
finding that my luck was the Master
himself, terrifying as Ho was to the dis
ciples on the hike at first, but ou a near
er approach u deliverer.”
Here the woman ceased. I had been
intensely interested. 1 onnuot put tone
slid bearing on paper. In the winning
expression of her calm face I had found
bread. “But that was long ago,” I
said, hoping she would continue her
narrative.
“Yes, sir, the years went on. Tlio
farmer’s life is a hard one ; you oan’c
realize it. It is a tough battle to pay
off a mortgage and live. Not mueli
time for play. The children ’came, flvo
of them in nil, healthy, happy ohildrcn,
hut making lots ijf work for a mother.
We had reached the last payment on the
mortgage and May was 15. We hud
worked hard, but the years followed oue
another with no great changes. I
thought my luck had turned, and then
came that awful diphtheria. May waa
sick two days ; the third 3ay tho bloom
ing girl, whose benuty we worshiped,
fuaojj, and the flower was plucked by
tho gardener. The four remaining chil
dren were soon taken, lu two weeks’
time we had but one child. The hill-
looks were fresh in the orchard, four of
them beside little 'Siah. So sudden
wns the blow, so anxious tho days, that
I had not time to think of my grief.
But, Inst of all, Josiah wns taken, wea
ried out with wntohing nnd sorrow, llis
strong constitution held at bay the terri
ble disease for weeks. One uiglit, when
the crisis came, he prayed with me, his
dying lips not faltering as ho commend
ed me to God. He said five children
were waiting for him, and lie seemed to
see them as ho drew near tho end, and,
at midnight, I was a widow.
“You say I must have felt forsaken.
I did not feel at all for weeks, I simply
breathed; but when in the early spring
I crawled out to the apple tree where
the six mounds were beginning to grow
green, aud fell upon the sod, I left an
nwfnl burden nt the feet of Him who has
made immortality Bure. It wns God’s
way and it was well. Do I not mourn ?
Yes, and no; noi for them, but for my
self, and yet I rejoice.”
I shall never forget the expression
that flitted across her face ns sho told
mo her story. There was n great peace
in her heart 1 knew, for the calm rested
on her brow. I heard tho whistle of the
coming train and knew wo parted soon
forever.
’Mister, yoe scim sort of down
hearted, ns if you are s little rebellious;
there is something lietter than children
and husband—it’» Him. Acquaint thy
self with Him.”
The next noisy train parted ns ; I to
tho East and she to the West, but the
sermon lind been preached anil I
thanked her.
a iiop.sk with a iii.sronr.
The President’s home at Washington,
which in ofileiaily termed the Executive
Mansion, commonly o ltrd the White
House, linn a history that runs back
ninety years. Its corner-stone was laid
under the superintendence of Capt.
James Hobon, an architect, on tlio 13th
of December, 1792. Capt. Hobon was
an Irish architect, direct from Dublin,
via Charleston, who took the award of
$5<N) for the design. He is buried in the
Catholic cemetery a*. Washington, and
liis descendants are still living in that
city. Tho British destroyed the build
ing iti 1814, Itwas afterward rebuilt by
Capt. Hobon, and was first opened for
Ihu reception of visitors on .Tan. 1, 1819,
The portico of four lofty columns, outlie
north side, was added in 1829, during
tho administration of President Jack-
soil. It is a lofty building, two stories
in height, having a frontage of 179 fet t
and a depth of 130 feet. Tho vestibule
within the front door is 50x40 in dimen
sions. Tlio famous cast room, which
was finished only fifty years ago, is 80
foot long by 40 wide and 22 font high.
The President's office, which is in the
second story, is also the Cabinet. Mom,
mvr a modem* mom a sub.
Pogama—My dear, I must go out oa
business to-night.
Begins—My dear, you didn't find it
necessary to go away from me on busi
ness almost overv night before we were
married.
F.—No, my lour, but my business
was to marry you.
It.—And you enjoyed my company
then ?
P.—l did, my dear. I wasn’t so sure
of you as I am now, my dear.
R.—Well, you’re candid enough, at
any rate.
P — I am, my dear ; let us be honest
with each other. You see we’vo talked
each other out. You know me all
through, andl know yon.
Ik—And is a dull place, I snp-
|K>»e. And I’m not as interesting as be
fore ynu married mo.
P.—You jut tlio case disagreeably
plain, my dear. Tliero’s no need of
serving up five truth raw in that fashion.
But tlmt’s the size of it wlion you tako
the trimmings off.
It.—Very well, my dear. I'm going
out, too; I may bo out till 2 a. m.; pos
sibly till 3.
P.—Where—whoro are you going, my
dear ?
It.—To see a person on business.
P.—A is'rson; a man or woman? But
it's a woman, of oourso. And why so
late ?”
It.—It’s a person, iny dear. And it’s
business. Business is business, you
know.
P.- But a rospootnhlo woman has no
business to bo out with a person at such
an hour. Above all, a wife.
It.—And why a wife any less than a
huslntud, my dear?
I’.—Because—beoauso it ain’t tho
tiling, you know A mail's business
keeps him out late. At least some men’s
business duos. Mine does.
It.—And henceforth mine doos, my
dear. Huuco for the gander is snuco for
tlio goose, my dear. I’m going to see
Hiiraething of life. Homo is dull. You
OUR JUVENILES.
anil is not a very largo apartment for
tho White House, although about 35 or [ are right, my dear. You were interest-
40 feet in depth, by perhaps 30 feet
wide, and with a high ceiling. A long
table is in the middle of tlie floor, with
leather-seated cliairs nround it; tho two
windows have long lambrequin curtains
of a dark-bluuih-gray color. A large
map of the United Stutes'is on the wall.
The gciicrnl effect of the room as one
outers is that of a library without hooks.
Every one of our Presidents, except
Washington, has lived in this greet
house.
Hocanitonii expenses are increasing in
a way that liegins to alarm the family with
a moderate income. Mi nts of all kinds,
butter, vegetables, fruit, flour—every
thing, ii. >tiding oven the wages of do
mesties, Inis ndvnnced until the average
householder begins to look melancholy,
and ere long may begin to look hungry.
A comparative list of prices given in *
Cincinnati paper exhibits an advance
that may well worry the frugal house
keeper :
f, rot*!*, V tb tin
111-' f, Htfilkn, fc lb
Corned buef. w lb «• ■■
Dried UM-f, ? lb.
Unlit, lb
•al, V R>-
Mniton, V tt»
Lamb. V ti>
FUJ», lake
Drtv«-®d cliickenn, each
Huliff, creamenr, is. ..
Fancy dairy, V IN
Choice dairy, V lb
rhu re, W
<1 rot'll apple®, half peck...
I.euiuna, V «>“*
Dried prarhea, |t>
In ara, amali niMumr*
Point i*®, hulf-ptM k.
Oliir.n*, half-peck
Oahhattr, V hi ad
Oorn, V do*
Hwwt p tatoen, half-peok.
Toniuiot*} huli-j**ck
PlAur, V n.
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TIIK HUDKULATIVE BLOWER.
Shall a man bo his own trumpeter ? is
a question which confronts every manat
the outset of his career. How tho world
has answered it wo need not say. Tho
mythologists toll us that Minerva throw
away tho flute when she found that it
puffed up her cheeks; but men in tliis
age use a more jiotent instrument of
puffing in blowing their own trumpets,
Tliis instrument, it is universally agreed,
should be of brass, not only in trade
but in all the professions Tho man who
can blow his trumpet loudest and long
est is most likely to reach the pinnacle
of riches and respectability, if not of
iionor.
Blow your own trumpet if yon do not
wisli to bo trampled under foot in the
rush of competitive strife nnd die in ob
scurity. Hound your charge arid ride
over somebody, or somebody will Bound
his charge and ride over you.
we neuevo n was mars uvam who
paid a compliment to well-behaved
oorps.-s; nnd, as a usual thing, corpses
do behave iu a quiet and docile manner
although recent occurrences in Iowa and
Wisconsin have demonstrated the fallacy
of placing too much faith upon their
good conduct. Iu tho Iowa case a man
got out of hiH coffin during tho progress
of the funeral, and said furth r proceed
ings would be dispensed with. When it
was proposed to til'A the meeting into ii
dance ho objected. He said ho wasn't
going to have his funeral marred by any
such unseemly levity, and if anybody
showed disrespect for the remains tlio
remains would punch Ins head. That
stepped tho dance. Ia tbo Wisconsin
case tho clergyman had just, finished liis
sermon when tho corpse sat up and de
manded a glass of beer. Of course that
stopped tho funeral, and now there is a
lawsuit, as the corpse refuses to pay the
clergyman any foe, although he claims
that he preached tho sermon in good
faith.
Tub mining dividends of Arizona this
year are nearly as great us those of Cali
fornia, lu all probability licit year
Arizona, in the mutter of productive
mines, will lead all the other States aud
Territories in tire Union.
A Im»w for Mmmmn.
“ T>w mamma. If rod Jnat could ba
A tiny tail* fid Ilka me.
And I your mamma, yon would aea
How nice I‘d be to you.
I'd always let yon have yonr way;
I’d never frown at yon, and aay:
• Ton ara behaving III to-day;
Sneti conduct will not do.’
•• I'd alwayi glvs yon Jetty-cake
For breakfast, and I’d never .hake
My bead, and aay: ‘You muit not taka
Ho very larpe a altos,'
l‘d never aay: 'My -leer, I trust
Yon w tU not make me aay you moat
E.t np your oatmealor ' The cruet—
You’ll Snd It very nice.'
“ I’d buy you candy every day;
I’d go down-town with yon, and aayf
1 What would my darling Uka? You may
Have anything you see.’
I*d never any: * My pet, you know
‘Tie bad tor health and teeth, and ao
I cannot let you have It. Mo;
It would be wrong In ma'
“And every day I'd la* 700 wear
Your nicest dro»«a, and uevnr cart
It It should get a great big tear;
I'd only nay to yon:
* My precious tfvuaure, newer mind,
For Utile clothee will tear, I And.'
Now, mamma, wouldn't that be kind?
'rhat'a Ju.t what I .h uid do.
“ I’d never nay: 1 Well, Jnat a few t
I’d let you stop yonr lee.ona, too;
I'd aay: ' They are too hard for you,
Foorohi’d, to understand.'
I'd put the books and aisles away
Ynu shouldn’t do a tiling but play,
And have a party every day.
Ah-h-h, wouldn’t that ba grand I
•• Dill, mamma dear, you cannot grow
Into a little girl, you know;
And I can’t t« yonr mamma; ao
T he only thing to do,
la Jnat for you lo try and res
How vary, very nice 'twotild ba
For you to do all this for ine.
Mow, miunina, couldn’t yomt ”
iug before 1 married you. But now we
know each other all through, you know.
Wc see t<x> much of each other, you
know. Como, let’s lie honest with each
other. Sauce for the gander ought to
bo the goose’s sauce, hadn’t it, my donr?
Sauce piquunle. Good-by. I’m off for
groonor fields and pastures newer,
I*.—No you don't, my dear.
It.—Yes, I do.
P,—You go out of that door, and you
don’t come iu again, my dear.
It.—I don’t want to, my dear,
P.—What ?
R,—1 don’t want to, my dear. I’ve
got a thousand dollars of my own, niul if
your door is locked when I return I shall
hire a door of nty own and lock you out.
my dear. Sinicui for tho gander is sauce
for tlio go. "c.
P.—O come now, my dear I This is
ail nonsense. You won’t do any such
thing. Come, b > sensible now I
It.—I am sensible, my dour. In fact,
I’ve just got possession of my senses, as
Mr. Fresh snys. I can do it nnd I will.
You know me wc'U enough for that, don’t
you, my dear?
1’.—My dear, I think I won't go out
to-night.
B.—Neither will I, my dear.—A\rw
York (iraphio.
Wiiii.e in Cleveland ruccntiy, Presi
dent Hinsdale, of Hirurn College, being
asked as to tho Htory. sent out since Gar
field was shot that lie hud always ox-
peeted to dio at 49, said: “I never
hnnril anything of it, aud don’t believe
it. I know that when ha wont into the
army ho expected that ho would he
killed. IwuMonco riding from Hiram
to Mantua, after lie had enlisted and be
fore lie had gone to the army, and he
said to me ho would newr oome lionje
alive. Said he : * The bit toilless of death
has passed to mo. ’ ” When asked as to
Garfield's reported superstition, I10 said;
“There is, I know, a foundation for
such stories, but they don’t como
from liny superstition on liis part. He
was curious in tliat way, and it was 011-
riosity more than superstition that led
to it. He had a long string that wont
by forty-two. There were forty-two in
the class iu which he graduated at
Williams. His regiment was numbered
forty-two. When liis little girl died, iu
1893, lie measured her for burial, und
told mo she measured just forty-two
inches iu length. There were lots of
those coincidences, and he hod wornler-
tul ingenuity in working them out. For
instance, I have been with him when he
was given room (57. He would say:
‘ Do you sec that six times seven make
forty-two?’ He had a check given 1dm
at the di potnumbered 1,246. He would
say : * See there, again ? Oue and t'vo
make three, three and four ure seven,
and six times seven make forty-two.
But then, any one that has ingenuity-
can irct thinirs of that sort.’”
Baltimore furnishes n singular and
terrible verification of a dream. For
several days Louis BobertH, a little 7-
year-old sou of Capt. B. Itoberts, had
been missing from his home. The po
lice mul the parents of the child searched
for him everywhere hut without success
until to-day. Finally the father of
the missing boy .'.reamed that his son
was drowned noni a jiarticular wharf on
the south side of the harbor. The dream
so vividly impressed him that I10 had
tho water dragged, and, sure enough,
found tho body of liis child. Capt.
Roberts testified to the strange coinci
dence at the Coroner’s inquest over tho
remains of the child.
A deaf mute of Baleigh, N. C., has
invented a hat-fan, which turns in the
inside of tlio liat and cools the head. It
moves hv tho force of the yind striking
a neat little contrivance on tho top of
^ the hat.
ff6 0mitrfn't tt* late,
Elbert Collins had never been marked
absent or lardy since liiH first going to
school in September, and it was liis am
bition to finish the wliolo year without a
“mark,” partly because lie really liked
to be prompt, and partly because ho
thought it would be so nice to see hiH
name in tlio paper at the end of tho
school year.
Decamlier had come, and the short
morniuga were very lively ones in his
mother's little kitchen, bemuse of so
many things to be (lone before the 9-
o’clock bell. There was the wood-l>ox
to fill, the canary to feed and generally
the cradle to rock, while the mother at
tended to such work ns could be done
bot.t while there was gome one to look
after tlio baby.
On tliis particular morning, however,
tlio mother had gone to Mrs. Brown’s,
around tho corner, for a cup of yeast,
and had become so interested iu a re
ceipt for chocolate cake, a pattern for a
lioy'a blouse, tho pound party ut the
Methodist minister’s, and somo new
ways for Rimming Christinas troes that
aho entirely forgot the timo of day.
Meanwhile little Elbert, with his
overshoes anil scarf on, and cap in hand,
rocked the cradlo and kept liir eyes ou
tlio clock. Five, ten minutes pdsseil
away. Tho long hand was crawling
alarmingly near last-bell timo. He tied
his scarf and pulled his cap over his cars,
and rocked harder than over. Still no
mother. Then ho went to the door,
balked anxiously toward the corner, and
sent out a lusty shout, “ Mammu-u-r.,
come ho-o-omo I ” but no one responded
except the baby. “ O dear ! dear 1” ho
oxcluiuiod, ns ho rushed back to the cra
dlo ; nnd just then liis expectant ears
heard the first slow oling-clang of the
last bell. It would ring for five minutes;
the school-house was only three streets
away, and there was time enough yet if
I10 could only sturt. One thing was
certain—he would never lmvo hia little
baby sister. Ho remembered a story of
a jioor baby who was almost burned to
death because her brothor, who had
promised to tako care of her, left her
aud ran out on the street to play.
lie went to tho door nnd shouted
again. It was something like tho case
of Casablanca. But when two mothers
are talking about patterns nnd Christ-
mus trees, who ever know them to no
tice every little outside uoiso ? Elbert’s
shout ended in a big sob. A man going
to lose his entire fortune couldn’t fuel
worse than this little follow did, with
Unit dreadful “tardy” mark hanging
over liis head.
Then a happy thought flashed into
his mind. Running to the cradle, lie
caught up the baby, scattering pillows
and blankets riglit and left, bundled an
old shawl over her, snatched her half-
filled milk bottle, dnslied out of the
house, niul run in tho direction of that
clanging bell ns fast as liis stout young
legs could carry him. Tho biiliy was a
light little mite, only two-and-a-half
months old, and Elbert was nearly six
years aud large for liis ago.
He met two women, whom he know,
and who commenced making weak re
marks, like “Why Elbert!” and
“What on earth I” but he bounded
past them, with no answer but his pant
ing breath, aud reached the school-
house in such good timo that tho bell
gave its lost two clangs just ns he hand
ed over his funny burden to tho aston
ished teacher.
“I couldn’t leave her, and I couldn’t
be late,” ho said, as soon as ho could get
breath enough to speak. “And aiie’ll
go to sleep and be veal good,” he con
tinued, as the teacher began to unwind
the shawl.
And then the wliolo room saw a sur
prised, half-smothered-looking little ba
by, still in her night-gown, oue bare
foot sticking out, aud her little fists
tightly clenched, as if defying anybody
to send her home.
The teacher was a good-natured young
lady, and she laughed so that she al
most dropped the baby on the floor, nnd
then the whole room laughed, and,
finally, Elbert joined in; for lie was glad
he hod escaped the tardy mark, and tho
baby certainly did look funny in school.
Of course there could be no order.
Nearly all tho scholars had babies at
home, or were well acquainted with
those of their neighbors ; but they acted
as if they had never seen one before, and
every movement of tlio little pink bands
and every turn of the small, bald head
made them Bcream with lnughter, until
the principal of the school came iutotha
room to see what tho disturbance was,
and, after trying to look severe for live
seconds, ho laughed, too.
And, while all this fun was going on,
Elbert’s mother was running wildly
through tho four rooms of tier little
house, calling her boy’s name and feel
ing sure that tho children were cither
killed and thrown into the cistern, or
else carried off lika Charloy Boss and
lost forever. Tho scattered pillows
and upset rocking chair, indeed, made
the kitchen appear as if there had been
a struggle, and the wide-open door and
tho gate oreaking to aud fro lind a
dreadful look to Elbert’s mother. J list
then tho woman whom Elliert had met
stopped at tho gate, anil said to the
mother, who was coming hurriedly out:
“ Is anything the matter, Mrs. Col
lins? ”
“ Oh, I don’t know whore my children
nro I I left them while I ran into Mrs.
Brown’s a minute, and tho kitchen’s all
upset, and I’m afraid—’’
“Why, wo just now met Elbert with
tho baby, kiting along like the wind,
over there by Webster Jt Groon's.
Leastways we nnpjiose it was tho
baby, the way ho carried it. And he
never—”
“Merciful man I he's taken her to
school 1”
About ton minutes later a flustered lit
tle woman rapped at the door of tho first
primary risen nlid inquired for a baby.
It was handed to her, nlong with an
empty milk lmttle, nnd, wrapping them
in n red cloak which siio carried, sho
thanked the smiling teacher and walked
quickly home.
At first she felt very angry toward
Elbert; but, v’lien sho looked at tlio
ehsik, and remembered bis horror of be
ing late, alio softened toward him con
siderably, and by the time she had got
the baby homo, and found her none tlio
worse for her little runaway, she had her
laugh also; anil, being a fair-minded
woman, she told Elbert when he came
home to dinner that itwas very thought
less in her to have Btaid so long nt Mrs.
Brown’s. And Elbert gavo her a hug,
and said ho was “ glad ho didn’t leave
the baby, ’cause she might have burned
up, you know.”—Harper’s Young Peo
ple.
mi 9 ANTRIM*
The Yorktowu monument, which was
ordered nearly a century ago, is about
to be constructed nt last, Congress hav
ing made tlio lioceasary appropriation.
Tlio design was prepared under the di
rection of tho Secretary of War, and is
thus described : The monument will bo
composed of three principal parts. First,
a base which is 3-7 feet high aud 38 feet
square ; second, a highly sculptural po
dium, 25| toot high and 13 foot hi diam
eter, iu the form of a drum and support
ing a column. This latter, which in
part third, is CO feet high, and nt the
base 7J feet in diameter. The four sides
of the Viazo contain : First, an inscrip
tion dedicating the monument as a mem
orial of the victory ; second, an iusorii>-
tiou representing a succinct narrative of
the siege, prepared iu accordance with
the original archives in the Deportment
of State; third, the treaty of alliance
with the King of France, and, fourth,
the treaty of peaco with tho King of En
gland. Upon tho podium, which risos
from tho base, thirteen typical female
figures urn placed, hand iu bund, en
circling u drum, while upon a belt be-
ncntll their feet are tho words ; “ One
country, one constitution, one destiny,”
It is a symbol of the birth of freedom.
contntnitto a judge os a azcif
DO 1ST UE DAW.
“ Uncle Jerry,” said Justice Powers,
assuming a solemn air, “you arc
charged with having two wivos. This
is a very grave charge, old man. You
were an aspirant for political lioners,
and now to lie charged with having two
wives is something that slioidil cause
you to feel a tingle of shnmc running
through your entire system. Are you
guilty, sir, or not guilty ? Have you
been married twice ? ”
“Jjcdge, I ain’t got but one wife, ii
(hit’s what ycr call pleadiu’.”
“Didn’t yon marry Malindy Smith ? ’
“Yes, sah.”
“Aud, without getting a divorce,
didn’t you marry Lucy Hutchings?”
“ Yes, sail.”
“Well, then, you’ve got two wives.”
“No, I hain’t. I’ll ’splain. I mar
ried Miss Smith. When a boy's mother
units a husband what is do boy’s fodder,
an’ marries aunuder man, the fust man
is de fodder, an’ do second man is de
stepifodder. So dnt 'omnn is my step-
wife. Ycr can’t make nothin’else outen
it. Do fust ’omun ia my wife, de second
is my step-wife. Dar ain’t nothin in do
new code ter ’rest a man for lmbin a
step-wife.”
“Mr. Clerk,” said the Judge, “I
haven’t had timo to look over the new
code Perhaps this is a new point.
You’d better adjourn the case. Tlio
■vnirt, Uncle Jerry, will reserve its de
cision.”
The project of a world’s fair seems »
be having about the same experience i.
Boston that it went through with in
New York. Tho idea was received ai
first with some enthusiasm, piartioularly
by those who had business reasons foi
being interested, and a few wealthy men
promised to contribute heavily ; hu
there has been no such general public
demand for a fair as would insure sno
cess, auu nothinsr baa of kite bean duns
Tub value of the unoccupied land at
the east end of tho Thames embankment
has risen from $200,000 to $420,000 an
acre in ten rears.
Tn« apple and tho small boy demon*
strate oores and effect.
“ A baby.,’’ says a writer, 11 is a moth
er’s anchor.” We have often heard that
the first thing sho does is to weigh it.
When a menilier of Congress wanted
hia picture in a heroin attitude the artist
puiuted him in the act of refusing a
drink.
“What mnkes men fat?” ii»ka a cor
respondent. Don’t know, but about a
quart of whisky will make a man lean—
all around a lamp-post.
There is nothing like a bicycle to put
flesh on a man. A Chicago man hua
had one only a weok, and his left ankle
is three inches larger around Ilian it
wan when he tirst rode it
It kind ot disgusts an emigrant agent
who has worked two hours to convinoe
a victim that the town he blows for i#
healthy, to find that the proposed ewi-
graut is by trade an undertaker.
An Irishman wrote thus to his wife ot
a sick brother : “ If Jamie isn't dead,
yet, remoind him of tlie twinty shilling*
lie owes me on tho pigs, and if lie is,
toll him not to give himself any cuu-
tturvun about it. ’’
A physician snys : “It is healthiest
to eat a melon right in the field when it
is picked.” Lime Kiln Club mnn writes
us Hint it is false. The healthiest way
is to run, and uot stopitoent it till you’re
sure tlio farmer Lin* called in Uia dog
and given up tho pursuit.
Mill Plaindame, alter looking long
nml thoughtfully nt a plaster cast ot
Slnikspoaro, remarked, “ Poor man I
How pale he was 1 Ho couldn't have
been well when it was taken." ” No,"
replied Fogg; “he was dead.” “Ah,
that accounts for it,” said Mrs. P.,
drawing a sympathetic breath.
TnE Governor of a woll-knox *n prison
extolled the liberal diet of tho oonvicta
under liis caro in tlie following manner :
“They have not only 30 per cent, ot
azotod matter, 27 of albumen, 18 of
gelatin, 15 of fibrino, and 7 of phos
phates, but also 10 cubic yards of air a
dny—upward of 500 gallons—a regular
orgie.”
In a primary school the teacher un
dertook to convey to hor pupils an
idea oi tho use of tho hyphen. She
wrote on the blackboard “ bird’s-llost,’ ,
and, pointing to tho iiyphen, asked the
school, “What is that for?” After a
short pause a young son of tho Emerald
islo piped out: “Plaze, ma'am, for the
bird to roosht on I ”
Dan Bryant used to tell a negro-mini
strel story of liis bravery when ho lie-
longed to a rifle corjis in Mexico. He
declared thnt he captured oue Mexican
ns big as a giant, and out off liis foot.
“ Why did you cut his feet off?” asked
Jerry Bryant. “ Because somo other
nflor had been there before me and cut
off liis head 1 ” replied Dan.
now quickly wo forget the rulos ot
arithmetic os learned iu school is shown
iu the fact that a prominent ilry-goods
merchant in Boston worked half an hour
i n the following proposition, nnd fnilod
to give an answer : If four men build a
wall five feet high ill four days, how
long will it tako six men to build a wall
eight feet high in seven days ?
Oil IS EAR DU1VA TK LITE.
Hero are some hints which may be
usd til to some of our cooks : “They
have a largo screen before tho doorway
which gives privacy sufficient for their
need. Tho window Hashes are closed
either by a sort of jalousie or thin mat
ting. . They do not surround their do
mesticities witti the same mystery and
secret precautions with which wo envelop
these proceedings in Europe, Human
nature, thoy argue, lias to sloep, aud
her.) is tho mat upon which it strotohes
itsoif. Why ccucoal it ? It also wants to
eat, and it satisfies its appetite no matter
how many eyes arc gazing. TcllaCliinese
cook you are hungry and lie will immedi
ately fetch liis fire, his cookin'; utensil*,
his provisions, and cook under your very
nose. He has no idea of concealing hi*
operations in some far away hack regiorn
yclept Kitchen. IIe squats down any
where, makes 11 fire ou or iu anything—a
basin, dish, puu or pot; there is no limit
to Ids invention. lie will cook in ihr
middle of tlio ftreet or in the center ol
liis guests in a restaurant. Upon on#
occasion, when on board 11 junk, I ob-
scrvida man cooking liis own and his
in Ighbor’s food together in a tub, and
an earthenware saucer containing
the charcoal. Wonderful creatures they
are, theso despised Chinese, with a deft
ness of linger and ingenuity of pntieni*’
unsurpassed by any nation under tb-
sun.”
A couple of Western boys, who had
been incited by tho facility with which
tlio Postmaster of Boston handled tha
mails to think ho could handle tho fe
males jnst as well, addressed him the
following letter :
Wu bio two young follows, anxious to get
married. We wore told thst all wo had to do
was to write the Postmaster of Boston, and Ua
would pick us out a couple of girls. Wo want
a couple of good-looking, healthy, atrong girl*,
between the ages of 18 and 20. Wo mean busi
ness, and are able to take cure of thorn. Auk
them to send their names aud pictures to ur,,
and then wo will send ours in return, and when
we come on to get them will pay you for youi
trouble.
We can assure our Eastern friends tha
boys out West do not usually need any
such aid, anil the probabilities are that
tin su young chaps are uot natives of the
West. Tlio genuine native-born West
ern young men don’t hire Postmasters
or anybody else to do their courting,
i I ley take to it like a duck docs to water
Personal coriospondence is subject
to first-class rates. That it may be writ
ten tinder a printed heading and put in
an unsealed envelopo will make no differ
ence in the rate, •
