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WM attired in her most eplendid robes, end caused the uraeus crown to be set upon her head—the snake clrc'et of power on her brow, the snake girdle of wlsdem at ber heart. And now she hid Bom£?Riar In her breast, and passed to the antechamber, where the princes gath ered for the feast P-jamon look; d up and saw her loveli ness. So gkrlous she seemed in her royal beenty that his heart forgot Its wees, end once again he loved her as he hac done in yiais gone by when she con qnered him at the game of Pieces, ai d he had e„st hie arms about her and she had stabb d hie). ‘ She saw the look of love gro w on his heavy face, and all her gathered hate ro?e in her -cart, tin'-ugn she smiled gentry with ber lips ard spake him fair. Tbfy sat at the feast and Pharaoh drank. And ever as he drank she sn ilea upcn him with her dark eyes and spake him woids of gentlest meaning, till at leDith there was nothing he desired more than that t ty should he one again N ,.w the feast was done. They sat in the anteehe,tuber, for all were gone save Meneptahand Meriamun. Then became to in r and took her hand, looking into her eyes: nor did she say him nay. There was a lute lying on a golden ta ble, and there, too, as it chanced, was a board for the game of Pieces, with the dice at d the pieces themselves wrought in g©:d. Pua.-aoh took up the gold king from the board and toyed with it in his hand. 1 Meriamun,” he said, “for these five years we have been apart, thou and X Thy love I have lost, as a game’s lost for one false move, or throw of the dice. And our child is dead and our armies are scattered, and the barbarians come like the files when Sihor Btirs within his hanks. Love only is left to ns, Meri a.non.” She looked at him not unkindly, as if sorrow and wrong had softened ner heart also, but she did not speak. “Can dead love waken, Meriamun, and can angry love forgive? ’ She had lifted the lute and her fingers tcuohed listlessly on the chords. •‘Nay, I know not,” she said. “Who knows'* How did Pentaur sine of Love's renewal, Pentaur, the glorious minstrel of thy father, Raineses Mlamun ?” He laid the gold king on the board, and began listlessly casting the dioe. He threw the “Hathor,” as It chanced, the lucky cast—two s’xes, and a thought of better times came to him. “How did the song run, Meriamun? It Is many a year since I heard thee sing. She touched the lute slowly and sweet ly, and then she sang Her thoughts were of the Wanderer, but the King deemed that she thought of himself. 0 joy of love's renewing • ould love be born again Relenting for thy ruing. And pitying my pai." : O joy of love's aw aking. Could love arise from sleep, Forgiving our forsaking The fields we would not reap 1 Hathor. Thla they did, and ao the day land the eoM atatoo of the OdrUend^the wore on, while women wailed about the whlta ffcea of dead Meneptah gleamed the altar streets because of the death of Pharaoh, i faint and ghostlike. Now, It chanced that the camel of Bel, Tnen suddenly the flame of the Priest, fell down from weariness as flared es flares the summer lightning. It - *“ ' flared full on the face of the dead, and io! Fleet, 3e - tl i ursutng arnai *i. doing, Thy love that tie Jiut will he list oar t Or call me but in v A.i vain is all our wooing. And ail our pr vers are vain, Love listeth not bur suing. Love will not wake again. “WUi he not wake again,” said Phar cacti “If two pray together, will love re- fme their prayer ‘It might be so,” she said, “if two p.-sysd together, for if they prayed he wauid have heard already.” “Meriamun,” said the Pharaoh eagerly, for he thought her heart was moved by pit7 and sorrow, “once thou didst w!d my crowu at the Pieces, wilt thou play ais for thy love?” fihe thought for one moment, and then she said: “Yes, X will play thee, my Lord, but my hanl has lost its cunning, and it may well be that Meriamun shall lose again, as she has lost a’l. Let me set the pieces and bring wine for my Lord.” She set the pieces, and crossing the room she lifted a great cup or wine and t I t L«t DhnrnAk v fl 1, n rl P nt 1\a H-n, ha pat it by Pharaoh s baBd. inf But he wat so ntent upon the game that he did not drink. Ho took the field, he moved, she re plied, and so the game went between them, in the dark, fragrant chamber where the lamp burned, and the Queen’s eyes shone In !he night. This way and that went the game, till she iost, and he swept the board. Tfctn in triumph he drained the poi soned cuo of wine, and cried, “Pharaoh is deacP" “Pharaoh is dead,” answered Meri amun, gsstog into his eyes “What, is that look in thine eyes, Meri- •jeu hat is that lock in thine eyes? ’ A:,d tbe King grew pale a3 the dead, for he had seen that look before—when M-.iiu.xrjn slew Hat-asks. ‘ Pharaoh is dead ! ’ She shrilled in the voice of the women who wail the dirge u “Pharaoh, great Puaraoh is dead 1 Ere a man tea- count a hundred thy days are num-vered. Strange! Bat tomorrow Men eptah shalt thon sit where Hataska sat dead on the knees of death on the knees of th-_- Osiris. Die, Pharaoh, die! Bat whii t jou diest hearken. Taere is one I iove, the Wanderer, who leads thy hosts. His iove I stole by arts known to me, and beeausa I stole it he would have shamed me, and I accused him falsely in the ears of men. But he comes again and so sure as thou sh«;t sit on the knees o'. Osiris, so surely shall he sit on thy throne, Pha raoh For Pharaoh is d-a3!” He he^rd. He gathered his 'as! strength H i ;oii- and staggered toward har, strik ing at the air Slowiy she orew away, while he followed h---r, awful to see. At length he stood still, he threw up his h.-. hd -, and fell dead i eu Meriamun drew near and looked it uini str. ngtly. ■ Bi-h. 15 tbeeud of Pa .rnoh,” she sa‘d • i.hen was a king upon whole breath the I'.vcs of peoples hung like a poised feat:. , r v\r!i, let him g--! Earth can spare 1 u, and death is but tne richer by » *e»r, fool. Tis done, and. well done Wi>>!: ; that tomorrow's task wpre also i*o.-.- - uid that Helen lay wher. X’haraoh ■' • gw. rl:. ,> the cap, a* d nowto sleep, ir . wll] .’.on:s'. Ah, where hath sleep ;i v f i Tomorrow they’!' find him do ,! W . i, wnat of it. So Co kings oft- i si::.. There, X wlii be going; never w re ' :s eyes so large and so uniove'y.” 7 * « * * * S ;W the light of morning gathered sq -in on all the temp e tops, and men ruse from sleep to go about their labors. Me iaaiun watched ;t grow as she lay Bleep:- ss in her golden bed, waiting for ti.-e cry that presently should ring along the palace walls. Hark ! What was that? . ..— „» T .- : earn] of swinging doors, the rush of his lord, the Priests flock to her from the runnijg feet. And now it came—long ' altars of the God 0 , ay, the very Priests of i - rose. J I .is flock forsworn from the altars of Isis. “Pbaraoo is dead! Awake! Awake ye 1 Ail look upon her witch beauty, and to sli epiis! Awalre! avvas-.-! and look upon ! each she shows an altered loveliness, tfca' w! ch ha-> come about Puaraoh Is and to all she gives ore guerdon—Death! d-.-sd! Pharaoh is aea< !” 1 1= it not so, Women of Memphis?” Tnen Meriamun arose, and follow, d by j ‘ Alas, alas! it is so, 0 Queen,” an- the Sadies rushed from ; er chamber. , swered the women as with ono voice. ‘‘Wiic dreams so evilly?” she said. “Woes are fallen on you and Khern, my “Who dreams and cried aloud in his sisters, but on me most of all are woes hannted sleep?” fallen. My p ople have been slain, my I ‘OQieen, itis no dream,” said oue. land—the land I love—has been laid waste • Pans Into tbe aatecuambcr and see. with plagues, my child—the only one—is There lies Paaraoh dead, and there is no ' dead in the great death, hands ' ave been wound upon him to tell tne manner of laid on me, the Queen of Khem. Tniok on it, ye who are women; My slaves are it journeyed swiftly back to Memphis. But Bel sped forward on foot, and came to the gates of Memphis, sorely wearied, toward the evening of that day. When he heard the wailiDgoi the women, he asked of a passerby what new evil had fallen up on Haem,and learned the death of Pha raoh. Thei Roi knew by whose hand Pha raoh was dead and was grieved at heart be caus she whom be bad served and loved, Meriamun the moon cblid, was a mur deress At first he was minded to go up before the Queen and pat her to an open shame and then take his death at her Hands. But when be beard that Meri amun had summoned all the women o. Memphis to meet her in the Temple of Osiris he had an other thought. Hurry ing to that place where he hid in the city he ale and crack. Then he put iff nis beggar's rags and robed himseif afresh, and over ai! Crew the garment cf auaged crone, for t his was told him, that no man should be suffered to enter the Teinp.e. Nc-w the day was dying, and already the Western sky was red, ard he hurried lorth and mingled with the stream of women who passed toward ibe Temple “"“Who thon slew Pharaoh?” asked ore, “and why does the Queen summon us to meet her?” . , ... , “Pharaoh is slain by the Witchcraft of the false Hathor,” answered another, “and the Queen summons us that we may take counsel how to be rid of the Hathor.” . „ _ „ ,. “Tell not of the accursed Hathor,’ said a third, “my husband and my brother are dead at her bauds, and my son died in the death of the first born that she called down on Khem. Ah, if I could but see her rent limb from limb I should seek Osiris happily.” „ ,, , “Some there be,” quoth a foartb, “who say that not the Hathor, but the godB of those Apura brought the woes on Klein, and some that Pharaoh was slain by the Queen's own hand because of the love sne bears to that great Wanderer who came here a while ago.” “Thou foo ,” answered the first, “how can the Queen love one who would have wrought ootrage on her?” “Such things have been,” said the fourth woman; “perchance he wrought no outrage; perchance she beguiled him as women may. Yes, yes, such things have been. I am old and I have seen such things ” ‘ Yes, thon art old,” said the first “Thou hast no child, no husband, no father, no lover, and no brother. Thou hast none who are dear to thte through the tnag'c of the Hathor. Speak one more such slander on the Queen and wc will fall npon thee and tear thy lying tongue from its roots.” “Huso,” said the second woman, “here are the Temple gates. By Isis, did any ever see such a multitude of women, sna never a man to cheer them—a draary sight, indeed! Come, push on. push on, or we shall find no place. Yea, thou soldier; we are women, all women; hav< no fear. No need to bare our breast?; look at our eyes, blind with weeping over the dead. Push on! push on! So they passed by the guards and into tho gates of the Temple, and with them went Rei, unheeded. Already it was well nigh filled with women, although the sun was not yet dead. Torches were set about to lighten the gloom, and by them Rei saw that the curtains be 'ore the Shrine weie drawn. Presently the Temple was full to overflowing, the doors were shut and barred, and a voice from benind ths curtain cried, “Silence!” Then all the multitude of women were silent, and the light of the torches flared strangely npon their shifting upturned faces as tires flare over the white sea foam. Now the curtains of the Shrine of Osiris were Blowly drawn aside, and the light that burned npon the altar streamed out between them. It fell npon the foremost ranks of women, it fell upon the polished statue of the Osiris. Oo the kneeB of Osiris sat the body of Pharaoh Meneptah, his head resting agai at the breast of the god. Pharaoh was wrapped abont with winding cloths, like the mar ble statue of the god, and in his cold bands were bound the crook, the sceptre, and the scourge—as the crook, the seep tre and the scourge were placed in tne Bands of the effigy of the god. As was the statue of the god, so was the body of Pharaoh that sat upon his knees, and told and awful was i he face of OAiis, and cold and awful was the face of Meneptah, the Osirian. At the side and somewhat in front of the statue of the Gi.d a throne was placed of blackest msrble, ar.d on the throne sst Meriamun tho Queen. Sue was glorious to look on. She wore the royal robes of Khem, the double crown of Khem fash loned of gold, and wreathed with the uraeus snakes was set upon her bead, in her hand was the crystal cross of J.i'e, and between her mantle’s purple folds gleamed the eyes o' her snake girdle. She sat a while In silence, sptaaing no word, and ail the women wondered ath--r glory and at dead Pharaon’s awfulness. Then at length she spoke, low, indeed, but so clearly that every word reached the llmitB of the Temple Hall. “Women of Memphis hear ms, the Queen. Let each search the face o* each, and if there be any man among yonr mul titude let him be dragged forth and torn limb from limb, for in ibis matter do man may hoar oar counsels, lest following his madness he betrays them.” Now every woman looked upon her nelgt bor, and she who was next to Rat looked hard upon him so that he trem bled for his life. But he crouched into the shadow and stsred back on her boldly as though he doubted if she were indeed a woman, and she said no word. When ail had looked and no man had been found, Meriamun spoke again. “Hearken, women of Memphis, hearken to your sister and j'--nr Queen. Woe up on woe is fallen on the nead of Khem. 1’j-ague upon plague hath smitten the an cient land. Our flrst born are dead, our slaveE have spoiled us and fled away Our hosts have been swallowed in the Sja of Weecs, and barbarians swarm along our shores like locusts. Is it not so, women of Memphis?” “It is so, O Queen !” they ars wered as with one voice. A strange evil hath fallen on the head of Khem. A false Goddess is ome to dwe l within the land; her sorceries are great in the land. Month by month men go up to look upon her deadly beauty, ai d month by monte, they are slain of her sorceries. She takes tbe husband from l i-i mariagt bed, she draws the lover from her who waits to be a bride, the slave flies to her from the househo’d of clashed behind him. He won the outer space, and, hiding In ti e shadows ot the ] Temple walls, looked forth. The night was dark, but from every side a thousand lights pound down toward the Shrine. On they came, like lanterns on the wa ters of Sihor at the night of the feast of j lanterns. Now he could see their host. It was the host of the women of Mem phis and e T ery woman bore a lighted torch. Trey came by tGDS, by hundreds, and by thousands, and before them wis Meriamun, eeulefi in a golden chariot, and with them were asaOB, oxen, a: d camels, laden with bitumen, wood, and reeds. Now they gained the gates, and now they crashed tb'm ill with batter ing trees of palm. Tne gates fell; the women poured through them. At their head went Meriamun the Queen. Bid ding certain of tucm stay by nor chariot, she passed through, and, standing at tho inner gates, called aloud to the Priests to throw them wide. “Who art thou who darest come up with fire against the holy Temple of the Hathor?’ asked the guardian of the gates. “I am Meriamun, the Queen of Khem, she answered, “come wun the women of Memphis to slay the Witch thon guard est. Throw the gaten wide or die with the Witoh.” “If indeed thou art the Queen,” an swered the Priest, “here mere sits a greater Queen than thou. Go back! Go back, Merlamnn, who art not afraid to offer violence to tbe immortal gods. Go back! lest the corse smite thee.” “Draw on! draw on, ye women!” cried Merlamnn, “draw on, smite down the gates and tear these wicked ones limb from limb.” (To be Continued.) THE DAISY. A Legend of the Beautiful Belle Iteviere. the lips of the dead moved, and from them came the sound of mortal speech. They spake in awfnl accents, and thns they spoke: ‘ She who was theenrse of Achaean; she who was tbe doom of Ilios; she who sits in the Temple of Hathor, the fate of man, who may not be harmed of man. she calls down the wrath of the Gods of Kae n. It Is spoker,!" The echo of the awful words died away in the silence. Then fear took hold of the multitude of women bccausa of the words of the dead, and some fell npon their facc-s and some covered their tyis with their hands. “A rise my sisters! ' cried the voice of Meriamun. “Ye have heard not from tny lips, but from the lips of the dead. Arise ai d let-us f-rth to ihe Temple of the Hathor. Ye knew who is the fountain of our woe-; let us furth and s al it at it) source forever. O.' men she may not be harmed who Is the fate of men; from men we ask no help, fur ail men are tier slaves, and for her beauty's sake ail rcen forsake us. But we will play the part of men. Our woman’s milk shall frei za within our breasti-; we will dip our tend: r hands In blood—ay, scorged by a thousand wrongs, we will forget our gentleness and tear thiB foul fairness from its nome. Wa will burn the Haibor’s shrine with fire, her priests shall perish at the altar, and the beanty of the false Goddess shall melt like wax in the furnace of our hate. Say will ye follow me, my sisters, and wreak our shames npon the shameful one, our woes npon the spring of woe, onr dead upon tneir murderess?” She ceased, and then from every wo man's throat within tbe great Temple there went up a cry of rage fierce and shrill. “We will, Meriamun, we will!” they screamed. “To the Hathorl L' ad ns to the Hathor’s shrine! Bring fire! Bring fire! Lead ns to the Hathor’s shrine!” CHAPTER XXIV. Rei the Priest saw and heard. Then tnrning he stole away through the mad dened throng of women and, with what speed he might, fled from the Temple. His heart was filled with fear and shame, for he knew full well that Pharaoh was dead, not at the band of Hathor, but at tbe hand of Meriamun the Queen, whom he had loved. He knew well that dead Meneptah rpako not with the voice of the dread gods, but with the voice of the magic of Meriamun, who, i f all women that have been since the days of Taia, was the most skilled in evil magic, the lore of the Snake He knew also that Meriamun woffd slay Helen for the same cause whtrefora she had slain Pharaoh, that she might win the Wanderer to her arms. While Helen lived he was not to be wod away. Now Rii was a righteous man, loving the gods and good, and hating evil, and his heart burned because of the wicked ness of tho woman that once he cher ished Tais he swore that he wonld do, if time was left to him. He would warn the Helen so that she might fly tho fire if so she willed, ard would tell her all the wickedness of Meriamun, her foe. His old feet stumbled over each other as he fl rd till he came to the gates of the Temple of Hathor and knocked npon the gates. “What wouldst thou, old crone?” asked the Priest who sat in the gates. “I wonld be led"to the presence of the Hathor,” he answered. “No woman hath passed up to look upon the Hathor,” said the Priest. “That, women do not seek.” Tnen Rei made a secret sign, and, won dering greatly that a woman should have the inner wi6dom, the Priest let him pass. He came to the second gates. “What wouldst thou? ’ bald the Priest who sat in the gates. “I would go up in the presence of the Hathor.” “No woman hath will'd to look npon the Hathor,” said the P,i ;at. Then, again, Rei made the secret sign, but still the Priest wavered. “Let me pass, thou "foolish watd stid Rei. ‘ I am a messenger gods.” “If thou art a mortal messeng man, thou goebt to thy doom,” said the Priest. ‘ Oi my hi ad be it,” answered R.i, and the Priest let him pass, wondering. Now be stood before the doors of the Alabaster Shrine that glowed with the light within. Still Rei paused; not only uttering a prayer that he might be saved from the Unseen sword3, ne lifted the latch ot brorze and entered fearfully. But none fell upm him, ror was he smitten of invisible spears. Before him swung the curtains of Tyrian web, but no sound of singing came L om behind the curtains. All was silence in the Shrine. He passed between the curtains and looked up the sanctuary. It was lit with many hanging lamps, and by their light he saw the Goddess Helen seated between the pillars of her loom. Bat she wove no more at the loom. The web of fate was rent by the Wanderer’s hands, and lay on either side, a shining cloth of gold. The Goddess Hellen eat songless In her lonely Shrine, and on her breast gleamed the red star of light that wept the blood of men her heavenly eyes of blue gazed emptily down the empty Shrlue. Rei drew near, trembling though shs seemed to see him not at all, and at last flung himseif upon the earth before her. Now at length she saw him, and spoke in ner voice of music: •‘Who art thou that daros to break in upon my sorrow,” she said, wonderingJy. i “Art thou inde-d a woman come to look ! on one who, by the will of the Gods, is 1 each woman’s deadliest fot?” i Then Rei raised himself, saving: “No woman am I, immortal lady. I am ' Rei, that ager Priest who met thee two j SS&SWS.’SKaS’-fJTi --“T?*•- have dared to saek thy shrine to tell thee Show That They Ar® tquai. that thon art in danger at the hands of It is now pretty well established that the Moriamnn the Quen, and also to give j American horse is as good as any of his thee a certain message with which X am . kindred in the world, as is proved tb* doors of the Shrine many Prieeta were gathered. ‘•Fly! The women of Memphle are npon you!” he cried. “I charge ye to fly!” * ! “This old crone is mad,” quoth one. i “We watch the Hathor, and, come all the women of the World, we fly not. “Ye are mad, indeed,” said Rei, and , sped on. He passed the gates; the gates For the Sonny 3octh I The Story of a Cyclone. ' And the Swarth it Cut was a Path to the Poor House. For the Sunny South. I wonder if apy of ths fair maids and manly youths who gather tho wild daisy knows the sad history of its birth ? Wcat—none? Well, list and I will tell you the Indian legend of it. Many hundred years ago, before a white man’s foot e’er touched the grounds of Kentucky—which since have been bathed in blood—th3re, where the beautiful city of Louisviile r.ow stands, on tho plctu resqie banks of the La Belie Rsviere, dwelt a mighty nation in peace and plenty. For they bad hearkened unto the voice of “Gitcbe Manito” when he bafie them “qoese their wars and blood shed, and as brothers live together.” The surrounding forests were full of deer. On the broad p-airies thousands of bison grezid, and in theclearstreams the many fishes leaped and play d. The “Master of Life” was touched and smiled in pitw filled with sorrow that such a calm should be broken. In tne year —, some ot this nations warriors made • journey toward the “Big SeaWater.” Wnenthey returned they brought a stranger with them, a fair young English girl, with hair like bur- niehed gold. Tney had taken her, they averred, from a small settlement of people of like color, to bring to their chief. He, pleas:d with her strange and deli cate beauty,';.ook her unto him for a wife, and clung to her in sickness and health until she died. Tnen no other woman ever took her place, bnt into the inmost chamber of his heart crept his daughter—his only child. She was a beautiful girl; her hair and skin were jifst a shade darker than her mother’s; but her eyes, black as midnight and somewhat fierce in expression, showed toat the “rad man’s” blood ran in her veins. She had many lovers—but, ala.! the fortunate one as beneath her. The Chief, filled with anger that she should stoop so low, commanded him to be put to death; then, sending for his daughter, hi bused her and told her what he had doce. In agony she cast herself at his feet. “Spare him, my father! ’ she implored, “Spare him!” Stooping, he raised the droopi ig form. “Lock, gtii!” he thundered; “it is too late!” Oh, what a sight met her eyes! Bound to a stake in the midst of roaring flames she saw him burning—burning! She gave a cry of lamentation, a cry of pain and anguish, and taming, fled up th-. cliff to the river. On the very edge she paused and glanced back at her peo pie, who stood as though pstriflod. “I am coming, my love!” Bhe cried; “I am coming!” And she jumped—down into the glid ing waters. In the twinkling of an eye, Neebanaw- baigs (the water spirites] had covered her witn tne chilling waver; and only one long gasp, and the breaking heart was at rest, for had she not joined her martyr lover on tbe “Blessed Isle?” Wnen her body rose from its watery — -7 5 . . - . , grave, it was tenderly wrapped In skins Her head rested on h6r hand, and and borne into the forest and buried. ^ The y f oun( i on ^er grave the next morn a beautiful flower, ( ve call it the daisy. “See!” cried they, in aw,-; “it is her spirit that has blossomed forth so beauti ful:: !” And ever since that day tradition doth say how the Indians shunned the fair river. They cannot forget, that it was down in its shadowy depth that their fair and lovely young princess embraced death. Munin, MEN IN ENGLAND AND AMERICA. charged by him who is named the \\ an- by the race course, but bv the wonderful dere-r.” 1 N tw Helen looked upon him wonder- ir.g’y and spoke: Didst thou not but now name me Im rw Y FRIEND, Mrs. N—, is always go’ngonton ^errands ofmerey. She is First Directress at the O-phan Asyiu’”; is at the head of a relief committee in the Be- „ navolent Home, aud a constant visiter at the hospitals. Oaedayshe had something to do up at the poor house, and ask:d me to ac company hr r It was 9n old brown bniMlvg, situated on a ferm, about a mile from town. I was impressed by tho extreme neatness thaUporvaded the promises. Tho water buckets had b?en sc-ured until the braBS Doops shone like gold; the floors were of Immaculate c’eanlinrsi, and the hearths had been washed with white mud, until they seemed purer than marble. Sevrral pleasant-faced old women sat around tbe firs knitting. Oliver Harris, a half!' iff,, was in the backyard sunning himself, and cr, zy Moll, quieter than usual, was in an out house picking over potatoes. O re old man sat near the door grumbling at the extreme poverty of the place and declaring that he was not go ing to remain long in such a confounded old hole; he was only waiting to hear from his son. Tnere was a boy they called Wandering Wiley, a strange looking creature whose eyes were nearly always rolled back Into biB head so that little bnt their whites was visible. He must have been the vic tim of some strange muscular disorder, ar.d he staggered about with a bright ncwli-i wash pan uadi rone ;r'n. Noth ing coaid induce him to part with it. ‘ Hits mine,” ho eaid, proudly, “an’ I alnt er gwine t> r let enny o ’em wash their crooked fingers and ugly nines in hit, thet I aint, fer I paid ten cents ferhit.” I was told that he even slept with it under his arm. Close up in the jam of the wide old chimney sat a strangely mutilated fig ure. It was that of a comely woman with soft brown hair and large I'quid eyes. S.ie smiled when I took a seat, near her, and I perctived at once that, although she was what is styled “a cracker wo man,” her wsys wore gentle and engag ing. Yet both arms were crushed, and one foot wrs s wollen to twice its ordinary size. Taken all in all, she was the most helpless human being my eyes ever be held. “You seem to be greatly rffleted, ma’am,” I said, with pity in my voico; “howeimeyon so inar:g’..d and crushed? ' “I came out of er cjc'oue, MI83,” she auswered, sadly, “in this very fir, only I used ter be a leetie wuss ofl' than I is now. AU the rest o’ em here ctn work a leetie, ye set, but I can’t do er thing.” “No,” I said, sorrowfully. “Pray tell me all abont iti ’ “Well, Miss, when I married Cyrus Rugg thar wasn't a strong'r, healthier gal in all our settlement; out things es mightily changed. “Cyrus rented a piece er land’down on the Hospeliga, an’ we moved on ter hit. The land wus good, bnt the ’ouse bed bin one er Judge Pike’s ole nigger ’ouses. Cy said, the day we were married, thet he hated orful bad ter tek mo inter hit, seein I'd bin used to better things, but I sed I didn’t mind hit er bit. I knew we cud fix hit up ter be right comfortable. Bure null, Cy brushed the ole smoky cob webs down out er the corners and went keerfully over every ole smutty log with a whitewash bresh. Hit wer amsz'n’ what er change thet made In the looks of the room. I hung a cromo picter jest opposite whar Cy set the clock on ter the mantel shelf. Then I made my bed in one corner an’ kiverod hit with er white counterpane, and had high pillers with lace frilled slips, and when I got it done it looked j-.st too nice fer enny thing. I ’ranged our new splinth bot tomed cheers in a row around the room, and Cy gathered some purple as’ers an’ white overiastins an’ put em inter a glass pitcher on ter a side table I dsclar, Miss, when we got thet p'are fixed hit looked li!re;a plum parlor, an Cy sed he thought so too There, Miss, I passed my hspoi- est days. My chickens, turkeys an geese were given up ter be the fluest in the ha.I settlement, and when baby Martie came he wus the fattest leetie feller ye ever seen. We med good crops, fer Cy wus sober and industrious, and plum bound up in his boy. “When Martie wus two year old he coaid walk an was talkin right smart. He wus Inter all kinds er mischief, an’ Rep me bu:y trottin round artar him all day. l never whipped him, f6r Cy wouldn’t hear ter uis bein corrected in the least. But one mornin when he had pull: d the knitiln needles out er tny work au emptied a box full er dirt inter the water bucket, I lost patience an slapped his years. Cy wus comin up the garden path, an the leetie ra3kil run to wards him with outstretched hands, cry- in at the top er his voice, ‘Mammy slappy hard! Mammy slappy hard.’ ‘She did, did she?’ said Cy, iaughtn an Retchin him up in his arms, ‘Tell her she’d bet ter mind what she's erbeut, an shake yer fist at her—s J” “We both laughed ter see him wavin’ his small fist in the air, although I knowed in reason it wus spilin’ Dim. Taen Cy threw both er his fat leettle leg3 astride er his neck an went off in tne direction er the woods lot Half way down the path they turned an playfully shuck tneir flst3 at me agin, but ended hit all by throwin si§ses at me with their hands. Martie wus crowin’ in high g’ee, and Cy wus ez playful c z his boy. Thet was tue last glimpse I ever shall hav uv my treasures in the flesh. “I noticed, ez I stood thar, a singular lookin cloud in tbe ncr'wes*. Hit wuz shaped like a funnel, with one eend a traiiin on the ground. 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Mrs. Nouveau-Marie (looking up from the morning paper)—We are not fashion able, Henry. We should he divorced or separated; don’t you think Mr. Nouveau Marie—Ye. will go away. Mrs. Nouveau-Marie—0 how nice! I’ll go with jou. my dear; I Its peculiar efficacy Is due as much to the process and NOTHING skill in compounding as to i n.c i-r the ingredients themselves. LIKE IT Take it in time, itchccks diseases in the outset, or if they be advanced will prove a potentcure. Ho Home shonli ta Without It ft takes the place of a i-M-tor and costly pre- .•riptions. All who lead “.Icntary lives will find t I!»• * best preventive <>i id in re for Indigestion, onstipatfon, Headacl l>epi i<l Me ?, IK ikinjr. Vt erfe FOR WHOSE BENEFIT away? Puck. Oh, children it N most in- css. No danse * . Core* Col olllpl I>i- Ids. I) II find it t lids ai mildc Done at Once. “Will you wed me, my darling, the fond youth cried, As they stoood by the pasture bars. 1 will with pleasure,” the niui.l replied, “IT you’ll give up your vile cigars.” "1 will,” lie answered, “you precious elf; I throw this away, you see,” And then he softly said to himself: “A f.i|>e's good enough for me.” —Cape Cod Item Typewriter* and Typewriters. Patrician Mamma (anxiously}—I hope, my son, you are not going to marry your ! typewriter? Son (practically)—No, mother, I am not. ! It is one of those japanned steel and iron j concerns that I don’t believe any man could love well enough to marry.— Wash ington Star. Marks of Or i»f the Parent. ?” a.sked the yonng mac An hour afterwards I wrz picked up more than a mile from home, in this very cavalry marches made during our civil war, marches in which the sorest part of 1 ?.*’ “P tba neighbors tele me thet Cy and I the contest came upon the mounts of the ! ih @ k W ^ eR ,^‘ bac \ *? BeE ' ordinary field sports have! j ~ J f * m “ tfS0 “- in the W °° da 10t been derived from F.ngland, ’ . ... harmed of men? Djath hath no part in J Even baseball, which appears as a distinct- t place, everything was so torn up me. Speak not to me of dangers, who, j ively American game, is but a modification ! v asn’t a fragment of house or fu mortal, Rai? How then can I be in dan-1 soldiery. Our ordinary field sports have, i ‘-when they carried me back ter where ger, who am immortal, and not to be . except lacrosse, been den f r-__i—j i --------- his end Taes Muriamun cried aloud with a great cry and throw her hair about her face while tears fell from her dark eyes. She passed into toe chamber and there, fallen on his back and cold, lay Pharaoh in his royal robes. A whi-e ths Qieen looked upon him as one who is dumb with grief. Then she lifted up her voice and cried: * Still is tho curse heavy upon Khem and the people of Khsm. Paaraoh lies lead—yea, he is dead who has no wound, and this I say, that he is slain of the witchcraft of ber whom men name the Kathor. Oh, my Lord, my Lord!” and kneeling, she laid her hand npon his breael, “By this dead heart of thine I swear that I will wreak thy murder on ner who wrought it. Lift him up! Lift up this poor clay, who was the first of Kings. Clothe him in the robes of death and set him on the knees of Osiris in the temple of Otiris. Then go forth through the city and call out this, the Queen's command—call It out from street to street. This is the Queen’s command that every woman in Memphis who has lost son, or husband, or brother, or kin or lover, through tbe witchcraft of the falre Hathor, or by the plagues that she hath wrought on Khem, or In the war with tho Apura, whom abe caused to fly from Khem, do meet me at snndown in the Temple of Osiris before the face of the god and of dead Pharaoh’s Majesty.” So they took him, and, wrapping him in the robes of death, bore film to the knees of Osiris, where he should sit a day and a night. And the messenger of Meriamun went forth, summoning the women of tbe city to meet her at sunset in the Temple of Osiris. Moraover. Meriamun sent out slaves by tens and by twenties to the number of two thousand, bidding them gather up all the wcod that was In Memphis, and ail the oil and the bitumen and bundles of rseda by hnn dreds, such as are need for the thatching of houses, and lay them In a pile in a certain courtyard near the Temple of but tell me of that faithless Wanderer, ( ly 0 f great^antiquityf " ! and p=>p wuz‘boifl~deaff,“and ‘UnciTsam whom I must love with all the woman- | The field sports which we may compare ‘ j™? 1, wuz to ° hardhearted ter tek me are ibe games of j because of our cus- havo in tf.elr wrath cursed me with love j toms, must take the place of cricket and to torment ms deathlessness. Oh! when ! football, which is identical in the two I saw him standing wfcere now thou | countries; rifle shooting, rowing and tbe fl:d, my armies have been swallowed in the sea, and last, my sisters, my consori, — my beloved lord, mighty Pharaoh, son of ; faitaless to thee. Lady, said Rai, great Rimeses Miamnn, hath been taken j ten and I will tell thee all.” from me. Look! look ye who are wives, I “Speak on,” she said. “Oh, speak, and look on him who was ycur King and my ! speak swiftly.” most beloved Lord. There he sits, and | Then Rei told Helen aU that tale which all my tears and all my prayers may not: the Wanderer had charged him to deliver summon one single answering sigh from ■ In her ear, and keep no word back. Ha that stilled heart. The curBe hath fallen told her how Meriamun had beguiled on him also. He, too, hath been smitten j Eperitns in her shape, how he had fallen hood that shuts my spirit In and all my!, V V 1 , , spirit that is clothed in womanhood. | | n L n gtin'l a n ,l Ameriea ui For, Rei, the Gods withholding Death ball > ln ™ch baseball, bea have in tf.elr wrath cursed me with love toms, must take the place to torment m5 doathlessness. Oh! when ! football, which is identic: I saw him standing wfcere now thon [ countries; rifle shooting, ro„ standest, my soul knew its other part, ordinary group of athletic sports in which I leained that the curse I give no single contestants take part. We may add others had fallen on myself and Him.” Yet was this Wanderer not altogether ~ . n 8 . silently with everlasting silence. Look! look! ye who are wives, and weep with me ye who are left widowed.” Now the women looked, and a great groan went np from all that multitude, while Merlamnn hid her race in the hol low of her hand. Then again she spoke: “I have besought the Gods, my sisters; I have dared to call down the majesty of the Gods, who speak through the lips of the dead, and 1 have learned whence these woes come. And this I have won by my prayers, that ye who suffer as I suffer shall learn whence they come, not from my mortal lips indeed, bnt from the Ups of the dead that speak with the voice of the Gods.” Then whUe the women trem bled she tamed to the body of Pharaoh, which wo s set npon the knees of Osiris, and spoke to it. “Dead Pharaoh! Great Osirian ruling ln the underworld, hearken to me now! Hearken to me now, thou Osiris, Lord of the West, first of the hosts of Death. Hearken to me Osiris, and be manifest throngh the Ups ot him who was great on earth. Speak through his cold lips, speak with mortal accents, that these people may hear and understand. By the spirit that is ln me, who am yet dweller on the earth, I charge thee sneak. Who is the source of th . Woos of Khem? Say, Lord of the dead, who are the Uving ever more? ’ Now the flame on the altar died away, and dreadful silence feU upon the temple, gloom feU npon the shrine, and through the gloom the golden crown of Meriamun in the snare and sworn by the snake, he, who should have sworn by the star. He told her how the Wanderer had learn, ed the truth, and ! e Hiring it had enrsed the Witch who wronged him, how he had been overoome by the guards and borne to the bed of torment, how he had been fried by the craft of Meriamun, and how he had gone forth to lead the hoot of Khem. All this he told her swiftly, hid ing nanght, while she Ustened with eager ears. “Truly,” she said, when all was told, “truly toon art a happy messenger. Now I forgive him all. Yet has he sworn by the snake who shonld have sworn by the star, and because of his fault never in this space of Ufe shall Helen call him lord. Yet will we follow him, RsL Hark, what is thai? Again it comes, that long, shrill cry, as o’ fiends broke loose from hell.” “It Is the Queen,” qnoth Ret, “the Queen, who with all the women of Mem- pnis, comes hither to burn thee ln thy shrine. Bhe hath slain Paaraoh, and no w she would slay thee also, and so win the Wanderer to her arms. Fly, Lady! Fly!” “Nay, I fly not,” said Helen. ‘"Let her come. Bat do thon, Rsl, pass throngh the temple gates and mingle with the crowd. There thon shait await my com ing, ana, when I come, draw near, fear ing nothing, and together we wiU pa s down the path of the Wanderer In such fashions as I shaU show thee. Go! Go swiftly, and bid those who minister to me pass out with,thee.” “Then Bel turned and A id, Without single contestants take part. Wc may add to this the amusement of sailing, wherein, however, the quality of the structure os well as the nerve and skill iu management play an important part. It is now clear, however, that in them all the American is not a bit behind his trans atlantic cousins. The most of the people have the same spontaneous interest in sports as their forefathers, and they pursue them with equal success. It is un necessary to do so, but we might fairly rest the con clusion as to the undecayed physical vigor of onr population on that spontaneous ac tivity of mind without which games are impossible. Among its many Ixmeficent deeds the United States sanitary commis sion did a remarkable service to anthro pology by measuring, in as careful a man ner as the condition of onr knowledge at the time permitted, about ,250,000 soldiers of the Federal army. The records of these measurements are contained in tbe admirable work of Dr. B. A. Gould, a distinguished astronomer, who collated the observations and presented them in a great volume. Similar measure ments exist which present ns with the phy sical status of something like an equally large number of European soldiers, par ticularly those of the British army. From Dr. Gould’s careful discussion of these sta tistics it appears that the American man is on the whole qnitc as well developed as those who fill the ranks of European armlea. —Professor X. S. Shaler in Scribner’s. A Judicious use ot yellow does much to hertJa'n"nr?^* 6 br “ lsted Prince Al- hrighten a room, and for a family apart- lootin „ beat formal ment red, mostly in deep shades, is indie- s horfshnni ImZi 3 dl ® calt J to OTt . But in pensahle. ^etchrn^ ^ «««*• Stanley Palmer, a prisoner in the New 1 Castle (Del.) jail b-» ' ented a toy pnz. tie tor whirl - fc-v* been of fered 4!0,rtJ' - .J*ors j “But yon arc vary oom'ortable here,” I sa.d. with tears in my eyes. I ••Yop,”efce replied, “J fa thankful I'm , cz well off cz I ip; but sometimes, when Crazy Moll gits inter her tantrums, my head roars like the cyclone wus comin »gln. Once I thought Cy an Martie v. alked through these very rooms, an stoppin’ at the back er my cheer my hns - band sed in a low tone close ter my ear, “Be patient, Elsie! One of these nights Martie and I will come fer ye;” an I spects they will, Miss; I spects they will. It may all hev been er dream, bnt somehow i can’t help lookin’ fer em, and I shall be glao ter go.” Three months after this, I learned that Mrs. Rugg was dead. She passed away silently in the night. No one supposed her worse than usual until she was found dead In her bed. Perhaps Cy and Martie came for her, and she went joyfully with them throngh the golden gates or the immortals. a « o. Mes - C. W. McCoy. Smith’s Station, Ala. 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