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WntchawB. W;'S 4 lConsolidated with th c raxclCt Bat. 18»». J **knaiuMr, Bat. 1 1832. ATHENS, GA., TUESDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 8,1891. A REFLECTION. Sr. nezr the mirror does it stand— The vsse of peacock feathers gay— They seem to bend from either hand To (cause within its depths all day. They cate and Rase—but cannot seel The burnished bronze, the peacock bloat, The shawled emerrjds and browns— Naught does the careful mirror loan. Those from the mirror gaming back. If anything more charming seem; More wonderful the feathery bronze. The blue and emerald iris gleam. And yet they never, never know It is themselves ec pictured there; They gaze, but cannot understand That It is they who are so fair. Poor, pretty things! I’d rather bo A little, just a little, plain. Ami know just what I really am, Even with a conscious pang of pain. I'd rather see, and understand. And suffer—In deep passion whirled— Than be as fair and "aim as they. With no sensation In the world. -Alice Wellington itollins in Pittsburg Bul let iu. WITH VIOLET& He had been laid up a week and waa still lame as the result of being on the side next the ground when his pony stumbled and fell one day, and waa sit ting at the door one morning about 11:30 when the stage came along. Several of ns were in the ranch house and were somewhat surprised to hear the wheels outside, for the stage road was two miles from the ranch. As we crowded to the door we saw “something was up” for Dyer, the driver, looked excited. “Mornin, gentlemen,” he said. And then to Boss Fleming: “Fleming, I ex pect t’ be held np over b’ Five Mile creek. TO BE RETURNED- THE CONVICTS WILL BE BACK TO THE MINES, SENT TALL JANE. S4YS governor BUCHANAN. An Illustration of the Power of Sympathy. The Governor Determined to Send the | .‘Zebras’’ to BrlceviUe and Coal oreek—He Holds a Consulta tion With the Brigadier Uenera>. BY MARY S. WILKINS. The violets that I send to yo*» Wm close tbeir bluo eye on yonr breast; 1 shall not be there, sweet, to sec. Yet do I know my flowors will rest Within that chaste, white nesL Oli. little flower*, she'll welcome yon So tenderly, so warmly! (Jo! I know where you will die tonight, Hut you can never, never know The bliss of dying so! If you could speak! Yet she will know What made your faces wet. although 1 fain would follow you and tell her. There go, and die, yet uever know To wuul a heaven you go! —Kale Yannah. THE MAN WHO BRAGGED. Nashville, Nov. 80.—"The convicts shall be returned to the mines if it | Kin one o’ th’ boys go with me? Til get I every ablebodie l man in the stats ’nother man at Parker’s, an I reckon I *° do it, * said Governor Buchanan, three’ll be ’nough.” "When will they be returned, gov- Why, yes, of course,” was the reply; I ernor?” he was asked, you can have more if you want ’em. -That I do not know yet." HI go myself. But why didn’t yon | « Wi U yon send a military guard with | them?" Ilis name waa Phineas Ellsworth, but we boys at the “HX” ranch called him Billy Brag, for reasons which ten min- uies' conversation with him wonld make obvious, even to a total stranger. To gay that he was opinionated is drawing it very mild, and to state that the chief- est of his opinions was the particniarly excellent one he held of himself is super fl.ious. Those were humdrum, monotonous days at the “HX.” and there was scant opportunity for Billy to exhibit the courage, prowess, skill, ability, and so forth, winch—we had his own oft re peated statements for it—he possessed to a remarkable degree. Once in awhile something would hap pen to relieve the mouotony, but Billy, somehow or other, was never on deck to show what he was worth. He always turned up afterward with: “Huh! you galoots jew make me ache all over! W’y nay bloom in tenderfoot c*d a tol’ ye bet- ti-i'n that!” or, “That wuza fool trick. Now, ef I'd beeii tharl'd a did so an so;' or, ’Huh! d'ye call that anythinter niensh'iu: W’y, back tbar, on th’ ktya '•Pahs, we used t’ let tu’ kids an wimmeti" do that kind o’ work.” ~ « And so it went for nearly a year, and though we invented many a plan to give Billy an opportunity to show his worth, he managed, on one pretext or another, to keep out of our snares. One day Cale Snelling, who was ont looking up some stays, fell in with Maverick steer feeding in a coulee, and thinking at first that it was on “HX” critter rode toward iL But the beast was what is known as a “bad nn,” and horns down and bellowing with rage he turned and charged on the startled cowboy. Cale tried to turn his pony and run, but the animal was green and only reared and snorted. Cale thought he was about to take a place herding clonds, but lie yanked his gun and let go, catch iug the steer right between the eyes, and dropping it not more than ten feet away. Cale was a bit new in the business, and he was rather pale when he rode np to the ranch and related his experience, bnt there was a triumphant tone in his voice as lie told of his successful shot from the back of a '"teking pony, Billy listened w' h a superior air. “Hub!” he remarked disdainfully “whad'je wanter kill ’im fer? Ye c’d jes 'i well creased’ an roped ’im. Some folks never hev no r’gard fer prop’ty. Waste not, waut nothin.” We all groaned and proceeded to con gratulate Cale on his lock, bnt Bill did not seem to care. He was getting used to our irreverence. It may be noted, however, that when we tried next morn ing to get Billy to take » galloping shot at the stripe in a blanket nailed onto a *hed door, to see how near he conld have come to “creasing” a mad steer from the back of a fool pony, onr propo sition met with scorn. “There ye go agin,” said Billy. “What’s th’ blame use o' wastin er whole lot o’ ca’tridges jes't’ convince er mess o’ gabblin egiots that er thing kin be did? Aw, go off an try pouudin san in her rat hole »r yer vita. Bet ye curn’t even do that.” And ne rede off, much offended. When Joe Fleming, brother of the Loss, and Hank Barr had a brush with Lalf a dozen Indian*, and just escaped w iih their lives, leaving a bunch of fat cattle to be run off by Uncle Sam’s dear, sweet proteges, Billy’s opinion was at once forthcoming. “Huh! Ye moot i* 8 ’ L well saved mos’ o’ th’ critters an 8ot them thievin red cusses too. W’y didn’t ye, w’en ye seed ’em ridin down ye, jes’ kill thr-* or four critters, P*ie 'em up fer a barricade, an give th’ devils reg’lar h—1? That’d ben bet- tor u losin th’ hull bunch.” When Bob Hall, a cowboy from the * the next ranch—one of the “Sanest, ugliest, most quarrelsome bol- who ever flourished a gun—got ■bled at the hotel in town by an unof- ending tenderfoot, whom be had tried “ compel to take a drink, Billy, as Tu 1 something to say. “Huh! dauthem tenderfeet all over. They , *k ef er mtn tries V hev fnn with «n hyar thet they've got? ■» cotqnieij. Th’ galoot oughterive jes* “Ok Bob Hall b’th’ scruff tf th’ pent* kicked ’r throwed Im out. an Bob ••ring guards if you’re carrying nny val uables?" Dyer explained. The night before he had noticed three suspicious looking characters in town, and observed that they eyed him considerably. This morn ing he had started early, hoping to pass all the places favorable to a “hold np” before the three tough looking gentle men had time to get located. He had felt a bit backward about bringing guards, as he did not like to appear cow ardly, and besides his suspicions might I* groundless and the laugh would be on him. There were no valuables except the mail bags. Bnt the three strangers had passed him a mile back, evidently in a hurry to ge£ somewhere; hence his visit to the “HX.” Fleming tnrned to get ready to go—he was not the man to send somebody else into danger—bnt was met at the door by Billy, “heeled” with two revolvers and a Winchester. “Hnllo. man!” ejaculated Fleming- “Didn’t yon hear me say I was going?” “Don’t care ef ye did,” answered Billy curtly. “Th’s plenty work t’ do, an my laigs is too stiff t’ straddle any blame broncho.” And he climbed paiufnlly np on to the driver’s seat, and the stage- rolled away, leaving ns staring at each other, nnable to believe onr eyes. The stage did not reach the Five Mile nor did it reach Parker's. At a place two miles west of the “HX,” where the road traversed the edge of a bluff over hanging a deep ravine, there wore three shots fired, and brave Walt Pyer and his two team leaden fell into me road. Then there were more shots—a rattliug fnsilade for two or three minutes—then silence. When we got to the scene we saw Billy Brag tying across the body of the driver, supporting himself on one elbow nd keeping “the drop” on a man who stood holding up one arm—the other was shattered and bung limp. Two dead men besides Dyer lay in the road. The wheelers were quiet now, but their hoofs ' had-plyelty mangled the bodies of their pixwfflttbffuiiu ades in front. I knowed yo’d come, boys,” said "I can not tell yon that I can simply say that the convicts shall be returned to the mines if it takes every able-bod ied man in the state to do iL Is not that enough?” Although the governor was reticent, from other sources information is gath ered concerning the matter. The lee- sees have made a demand upon the state for the convicts. This demand was answered promptly, that when the con victs had been captured they wonld be returned if supplied with a sufficient guard and proper quarters. The proper quarters will be built at once. This will take about two weeks. Twenty-five at each place, it is thought, will be the number of militia men distributed to do gnarddnty. Inre- gart to this last feature Governor Buch anan wired General Carnes of Mem phis, brigadier general of Tennessee militia, to come to Nashville. The two trere in consultation all the afternoon. About 800 of the 435 released convicts have been recaptured. SNOWSTORM IN VIRGINIA. Billy, “else I’d bed t’ kill this ’nn, ’stead o’ savin ’im fer a Ieetle necktie party. They got Dyer fust lick, bnt w’en they rnn np agin Pliin Ellsworth, they ketched er li—1 ov er feller. Guess 1 kin die off real peaceful now.” Bnt he did not die. With a ball in liis i leg, another traveling aronnd some where on his inside and a wound in liis throat which causes his voice to break in a ludicrous way he still lives and brags of this very exploit.—R. L. Ketch- am in Argonaut. THE STRONGEST AND PUREST. The Official Report of the Minnesota Dairy and Food Commissioner Shows the Royal Baking Pow der the Best In the State. The last report of the Minnesota State Food and Dairy Commission contains the details of the State Chemists’ ex periments and analysis to d’termine the strength and keeping quad Jes of the various baking powders. Samples of the numerous brands on sale in this State were purchased and first analyzed to ascertain their leavening power. The Koyal Baking power is shown by the tests of both State analysts, Prof. Eber- man and Prof. Drew, to contain the Th* Captain ef th* Sehoonar D. H. Rains Lost In a Cyclone- London, Nov. 80.—The mate of the schooner D. H. Bains, at Liverpool from St. Simons, says the eyclone encoun tered by that vessel on its voyage was - - the worst he had ever experienced. Th# greatest amount of leavening gas of the I captain was washed overboard and it cream of tartar powders thus purchased impossible to make th* slight**! and tested. Hence this powder is offi - - * • dally ranked at the bead of the list. The report attaches great importance to a series of experiments made to as certain the character, efficiency and keeping qualities of the ponders. Bak “Yon don’t mean that’s Jane’s skirt, Mrs. Ward?” “Yes, I do." “Why, it’s larger than yourn." “I know iL She’s taller than 1 be. She’s grown all ont of everything lately. I’ve let down tucks an hems, an pieced at the top, an now her pink gingham is most np to her knees. I had to buy her this new so she’d look decent to go to school. Jane, come here a minute.” Then Jane came in hesitatingly. Her small head, with its mat of fair braids, drooped forlornly, her slender shoulders were bent. She pulled down her pink skirt nervously, trying to make it longer. “Stand np here ’side of me,” ordered her mother. “I want Mis. Mason to see how mnch taller yon be.” Jane’s pretty yonng face flushed pink. She stood beside her mother, and the tears started in her eyes, although she tried to smile. “You can’t get through the door if you don’t stop pretty soon, Jane,” laughed Mrs. Mason, who was visiting the Wards. •‘I never see such a sight. An she ain’t over fourteen?" “She ain’t fifteen till next month," IP plied Mrs. Ward. An if she don’t git her growth till she’B eighteen 1 don’t know where she’ll be. Her father tells her he's goin to hire her out by an by for a tel egraph pole. r Jane laughed feebly when her mother and Mrs. Ward did. Then she stole back to the doorstep, audthe tears rolled down her cheeks. It was nearly time for her to start to schooL Presently her mother came with her dinner paiL “Here’s yonr dinner,” said she. “You’d better start before long, so as not to hurry. It’s a pretty warm rnorn’n. “Yes’m,” said Jane. She kept her face tnrned away from her mother so her tear stained eyes should not be no ticed. “Yon shall have yonr new dress to wear tomorrow,” said her mother as she final ly started with her school books under her arm and the dinner pail swinging. “Yon Blu-ii’t wear that short thing again.” Jane tngged at her pink dress skirt as she went ont of the yard; she even stooped a little to make it look longer. Nobody knew how sore Jane’s heart was over her heighL She had a mile to walk to school, and she never thought of any thing else all the way. Presently she came to a large white house, with a crabapple tree in the front yard. Mary Etta anil Maria Starr lived there, and she saw the flutter of their blue dresses at the gate. They were waiting for her. “Hullo!” said Mary Etta as Jane drew near. “Hullo!” responded Jane, trying to make her voice cheerful. Maria wan eating a crabapple and did not say “hullo!” bnt presently both she and her sister stared wonderingly at Jane. “What's the matter?" asked Mary Etta finally. “Nothin’* the matter.” “Yes there is too. Yon’ve been cryin. —Jane said nothing. “She’s mad.” said Maria. Mary Etta lingered. “What’s the matter?” she asked again, quitelovingly. “Nothin’s the matter. 1 wish yon’d let me alone,” cried Jane, with a burst of tears. That was euongli. Mary Etta and Maria hurried up the road, with curt switches of their bine starched skirts, and Jane plodded miserably on behind Poor Jane was the tallest girl in school and unt only that, but the tallest scholar: not one of the boys was as tall as she, and- not only that, bnt ahe was taller than the teacher. It did seem to Jane that the committee ought to have chosen a teacher who was taller, just ont of re gard to the becoming and suitable ap pearance of the schooL A stranger effort to save him. Th* hug* waves I might almost have taken her for the opened th* deck seams and wrecked teacher, especially since her hair was everything portable.^ The main boom done up. itroyed | ^hen the bell had rung, Jane sat at her desk, her pink shoulders and her pretty, pink face above all the others. A Severe Blizzard Strikes Norfolk—Moto Snow Expected. Norfolk, Nov. 80.—Norfolk is a winter city. A blizzard, of severity al most unknown in this section, struck the city, beginning at abont 2 o’clock in the morning, ti.componied by sleet, which later turned into heavy snow, which now lies seven or eight inches deep on a level, and has drifted mnch deeper in places. For the first time in several years sleighs are on the streets. Street car travel has been interrupted, and a semblance of a schedule is only kept np bv clearing the way with snow plows. The bay steamer has arrived a little behind time. The wind, which at Cape Henry reached fifty miles an hoar, is off shore, therefore no disasters t> supposed no wrecks have occnred. This is the earliest snowstorm in Norfolk since the signal office was established here in 1871, and the heaviest ever known to take place before New Year. It is colder, with the sky still heavily overcast, and indication! point to more snow. At Fortress Monroe it has been snowing since midnight Saturday, and is the worst storm seen there in yean. Snow In North Carolina. Wilmington, Nov. 80.—Quite a heavy snowstorm for this section is reported from various points. At Weldon seven inches of snow fell; at Battleboro six inches; Bock Mount, five inehe*. Snow fell all along the line of the Wilmington and Weldon railroad. The snowfall was light here and points farther south. It is very cold here now. WASHED OVERBOARD. A NORWEGIAN ONE DOLLAR A YEAR A Tale of ‘theLand of the Midnight Sun. head was broken, the life boat wni destroyed and nearly all the provisions spoiled. The mate and seaman who were steer ing powders that vary in strength or i„ g were knocked flat on the deck by I *^V\ p T.-£ . n • „ v Lq. tbft P readily lose strength before use, heavy, and had a narrow escape from She looked like a tail, pmk hollyhock id are unreliable and will not -give even being beaten te death by loose wreck- I a bed of daisies. This was a trying mo- results; besides, it is an indication of I age. The crew worked waist high in the use in their compounding ot im- water at the pump. Thev continued at proper ingredients. These test were their work four days and nights, until applied to a large number ot samples they became exhausted. Abont the of different ages of the three cream tar- same time the coal and water became tar powders best known in Minnesota, scarce. Fortunately the weather then They showed the strength or leayening moderated. power of the Royal very much greater than that of the others. 1 he uniform- u “• Cr “ ,T ity of strength of all the samples of New York, Nov. 80.—The case of Koyal tested was remarkable. Its | Armand, the insane Frenchmen ment for her. The committee came to visit the school, and a strange gentle man and hie-wife came with them. Jane distinctly saw this strange. lady torn her white plumed head toward her, then whisper to her husband. Then she saw him look at her and ask one of the committeemen who that tall girl was. She conld tell what he said by the mo tion of his lips. Then he told hiB wife, leavening power was practically unim- who hM for a lone time annoyed Mrs. and a UltUs smile stole over her serene naired even in its oldest specimens. _ . “ / . face between its soft carls of black hair. The difference in the amount of leaven- Jane thought she was laughing at her. t“ l.akiDR. tor rr.mm.tion. but no oEciol „ found report will be given ont for several 11 tbe day*. The doctors state that Armand Drew I coffering from what is known os the same row, leaned forward until she conld see her, and tittered. Mary Etta, in the seat behind, pnlled her sister’s arm to make her stop, but she did not heed. Jane saw the committee and the strange lady and gentleman go ont, while the teacher stood courtesying at the door, and all through a nearing cloud of tears. When the door closed after the company she hooped her arms aronnd her face, and laid it down on the desk. The teacher came and stood beside her, and asked her what the matter was. Jane only shook her head and wepL “Are yon sick?” asked the teacher, j bending low over her. “No, ma’am,” sobbed Jane. She would no* say another word, and the teacher went back to her desk and.called a class. “Jane,” she said presently, in a.clear, authoritative voice, “Yon may go out and get a pail of water.” The teacher meant it very kindly; it was considered quite a privilege to get a pail of water, and then pass it aronnd in tin dipper; she thought it wonld serve to distract Jane’s mind from her grief, whatever it might be. Bnt it was dreadfnl for poor Jane to pull herself up to her full height and crawl slowly down the aisle, with her arms crooked in a pink ring aronnd her face, and all the school looking. She stumbled over a protruding nail, and everybody tittered, and the teacher called out, “Hnshr’ sharply. Jane went ont with the water pail, bnt instead of filling it from the pnmp near the school honse tfiie sat it down on the platform and fled desperately down the road to a little bridge over a brook. Her mind was made up, she wonld not go back to school, she had never been so miserable in her life, and the misery was all the greater because she was ashamed of it and ashamed to con fess iL She did not want to tell even her mother that she minded so much be cause she was tall; she crouched low down in the bushes and wepL Presently she heard a quick patter of bare feet on the bridge, then a break in the bushes. Hallo!” called a hesitating voice. Jane made no sonnd. Ho, you needn’t play yon ain’t there,” said the voice. “1 see yon come in here. I was looking ont of the window. I raised my hand when teacher asked where yon was, and she sent me ont here to fetch the water, and to tell yon to come in. Jane looked np and saw a boy’s face peering down at her from the top of the bank, his brown cheeks flushing, bi3 red lips parting in a bashful laugh. I ain’t ever goiug back to school, Robbie,” said Jane with a sob. All the old childish comradeship seemed to come back to her, site had not seen much of him for a year or two; she had played more with girls. •I don’t care, you’re the prettiest girl in school anyhow.” said Robert in a shamefaced way. “Why, Robert Carnes! I ain’L” “Ye*, yon are.” “Oh, Robbie—maybe 1 shall be—taller than l am now.” “I don’t care if yon are. you’ll always be the prettiest. Come along.” “] ain’t going back to schooL” “Teacher won’t like it.” “1 can’t help it.” “Oh, couie along.” “1 won’t.” The girl’s pink face tnrned np toward him like a pink flower from the hushes. There was a look in it that the,l*»y knew well. He knew that when lim old playmate said “I won’t” in that tone, she didn’t. Robert seated himself on the bank and began to whistle. Jane looked at him; she conld see his slender shoulders in his little homemade bine and white shirt, and his handsome face gazing ahead ab stractedly as he whistled. “Why don’t yon go back to school?” she asked hesitatingly. Oh, I ain’t going bac k if yon ain’L” ‘Why not, Fd like to know?” ‘ ’Canse I ain’L Say, Mary Etta has got her head down on her desk crying cause yon don’t come in, and I seen Maria passing along some crab apples to put in yonr desk.” Jane said nothing. Robert whistled again. Jane waited a minute. “Well, I’ll come,” said she. “You go ahead and it the water.” There was » leap of bare feet over the bridge, and Jane came ont from the irm of flower butterflies, with unde fined conviction that brought comfort in her childish heart, that however tall she grew, although she might ontgrow all her dresses, she would never ontgrow love. ly impair their uaefuin-** in As much as 24 per cer* it- * in samples a few months o samples of Royal exarv n. were reported of sati • ct y and quality. She did not dream that the lady hud no ticed her because her face was so pretty, and not because she was so tall. The geography class came and the vis itors were still there. Jane filed ont with , length paramoia, and that he is a very danger- th e y^t. She thought she had her lesson patient. They prononneebim sane perfectly, bnt die missed in bounding npun all subjects otner^ thanJris, mind | ^ had to go down. MANY, MANY THANKS1 A Pleasing Letter From a Pleasant Little Girl. Mr. Editor :—Please allow me a small space in your columns in which I want to thank our g d »r.d kin$ Mr. love for Mrs. Alexander. While the doctors believe and say that he should be confined, they are combatted by his action of bis f 1 ads, who protest against depriving aim of his liberty, and are ready with their habeas-corpus to open confining doors. A little bit of a girl in a long sleeved apron went above her. She had a conviction that the visitors were saying, “What! that great, tall, grown np girl with her hair done np, missing!” However, the change brought her next to Robert Carnes: he shuffled his bare toes uneasily on the line, as he hounded Venezuela in a high, sweet voice; then Ve pollygized too quick. Bob Hall Id ^ ^MnVsand!" tOthaJ tome » t r> >»* effect that Sl^orfL 1 out ot ** 8 But Billy’j an old story Bilty had from the , he had been i attention Hlz Last Prayer. „ Hopkinsville, Ky., Nov. 80.—J. C. Tt . uesu Bloomfield and also th young ladies of Hot?ardj a wea lthy dtizon of Muhlen- he cast a quick, ehamefaced, bnt wholly tbe Lucy Cobb for*nice Thanksgiving COT1I1 ty, was engaged in prayer at sympathetic glance at Jane, which ahe dinner. Mr. Bloomfleb. <s always I ^ Greenville Presbyterian church felt rather than saw, bnt it comforted ready and willing to do i»rmething for ^ben he dropped deadfronn heart die- ^er. She and Robert were near neigh- the comfort and pleasure f his little busy bees. I had such a nice time. It was my first visit there, and I hope it will not bo tbe lust. Many, many thanks. Them from; one of the little busy bees. Maybell. Athens, Ga., Nov. 29tb, 1891. case. He was 80 years old aad had been an elder in the ohnrch for forty years. A dispatch from St. Petersburg, states that the imperial family hav* itarted from Crimea on their return journey to this city. .Crowds of ragged and starving peasants wait at th* sta tions along the route to pre**nt peti tions to the czar, imploring help. Th* gendarmes are nnable to prevent the people from assembling. Reports from THE BAZAAR A SUCCESS. bors, and when they were children had played together a great deal. Bnt the worst came when one of the committeemen addressed the school, and in the course of his remarks said dis tinctly that intellect was not to be meas ured by size, and he often noticed that the smallest scholars had their lessens mnch better than those who were taller and older. Jane felt that he referred to her and little Hattie Baker and the TSSfiE “S'.'tStMT.S? i lome of tb. tafeMMdiK pro.mcj. « one day. opposite post offloe. It Closes After a Most ZSuccessful Ex perience. The bazaar given by the Ladies’ Aux i'.iary of the Young Men’s Christian Association has closed. And that it was a complete and mag nificent success goes without saying. The Art Loan, the supper, the doll show, the magic lantern entertainment, the concert and the many attractions of the exhibition were all splendidly suc cessful, and were the means of accom plishing what the Ladies’ Abxiliary bad soearaesrly desired. The patronage on the part of the citi zens was mo-t liberal, aud tbe receipts of the series of entertainments reached handsome figures. The ladiea bavo not as yet made np tbeir figures upon the net profits but it i9 safe to say that they will amount to several hundred dollars. And the Y. M. C. A. rooms will be carjieted and furnished, for whatever the good ladies start outdo is always done well aud handsomely. Tall? Yes, very. She stood above the average man. Slight? No. That is too poetical a word to be in any way applied to the heroine of this little tale, whose lean, scrawny figure looked for all the world like a series of badly connected angles, and whose stooping shoulders and nar row chest were clad in a faded black jackeL This garment, with its rnsty surface and pnlled seams, suited well the sad looking woman into whose dreary life came one little bit of color, which I shall try to describe. Her face corresponded well with the rest of her appearance, for it was faded and worn, aud surrounded by a fringe of straight, -lusty brown hair, pnlled tight ly back from the sallow, weary face, whose one redeeming feature was the eyes—dark gray, and oh, so sad! She had that expression of wistful waiting sometimes seen iu the eyes of a faithful dog who has lost hia master, and seems ever to wait, always patiently, and to watch ever expectantly for the beloved face. She was a Norwegian, named Etta, and lived in our family as cook for near ly a year. Weeks passed by and e?.:ly ? tnmn, which had brought her to us, shed leafy tears, aud departed suddenly, leaving ns all unprepared for winter’s advent, which annonneed itself in a cold, dismal rain. Up to this time Etta had never re ceived a letter or any communication from the ontside world. never left the honse, and scorned the idea of an afternoon ouL However, on this drizzly day, there was a surprise, a great sur prise, for Etta was discovered holding an open letter tightly grasped in one hand. But when she found herself re garded, it was hastily thrust into a voluminous pocket in her skirt. Now this pocket was a marvel in it self. as it could hold myriads of things. Why, one day 1 saw her produce a pil low case, a workbox, scissors and a brass thimble at one fell swoop; at ai.otlier time—but 1 am wandering far away from the letter and its consequences. The mysterious epistle was seen sev eral timed’ again, and ’ - glimpses showed it to be worn and rump.ed with mnch reading. No doubt it would have been read and rereud out. of existence had cot another, fresh and clean, re placed the first. This I took from the postman, and so had a chance to the uneven, char acterless writing, the Christiania post mark and Norwegian stamp. It was followed a week later by another, then another. I became interested, for I felt 1 was on the track of a real, live romance. The pale, tired taco seemed to grow brighter in those days *md for the first time Etta made frequent trips to the city, returning laden with bundles of every size and description. All her spare time was now employed in B e wing. Cali coes and prints w«.re made pnd laid aside. For some reas n or other Etta was replenishing he- 'tear bnt scant and somewhat dilapidate *,« drobe. Another link in tn chain! thought 1, and began to imagine the arrival of a stalwart Norwegian lover left in Nor way two years before, when she had come to try her fortune ia America. Letters came more f -quently, and Etta grew corresponding] brighter aud cheerier—she even seemed to try to hold- herself more erectly, for otten the bent shoulders were suddenly straightened as she went abont her work. Her voice, formerly so tired and hopeless, took on a more cheerful tone. Not the least remarkable >f Etta’s peculiarities was her manner of speak ing; slowly and lispingly came the broken English, which was at first so bard to understand. Such a sad mix ture of her mother tongue and this new, strange language, such verbal combina tions and misplaced plurals were never heard before. About this time I mentioned my ro mantic notions to my mother, bnt she only langhed, being entirely unable to connect Etta’s sad appearance with lover, Norwegian or of any other land. She called me a romancer, bnt I still felt sure I was righL Sooner than I expected came the chance to vindicate myself, for the next day as I sat idly by the window, watching the passers by, my attention was attracted by a queer little figure way down the street, which came on toward the house at a rattling pace, gayly swinging a huge cane and puffing vigorously at a mam moth cigar. At a distance it was im possible to tell whether he was boy or man, such a comical, little figure he was, dressed in a snuff colored suit, with a rose in his buttonhole and the tiniest derby imaginable tilted over one ear. Gazing laughingly at him, I was just telling my mother to look at that absnrd little creature, when what was onr sur prise to see Etta, the staid, the quiet, dash wildly across the lawn, rush down to the gate, and throwing her arms abont tbe little fellow’s neck kiss him Gist on one cheek and then on the other. hesitating, said, “My cousin haf corned from Christiana.” That was all, bnt my theory waa proved, and I made use of that timeworn and aggravating phrase, “What did I tell you?” Days came and went, and so did - the little Norwegian, but nothing was said of an approaching marriage. Parcels poured in iqion ns, and Etta sewed stead ily on. Each afternoon Auguste (we learned his name) appeared, apparently pro pel let l by the regular motion of the big cane. Somehow he always seemed like a pieceof machinery, for his appear ance never changed—always the snnff colored suit, the little hat and the but tonhole bouquet; and he seemed to go ami come mechanically, enveloped in a cloud of smoke puffed from the big cigar. Etta owned one thing strangely ont of keeping with her other possessions. It was a large gold watch, attached to an old fashioned chain, from which dangled two or three odd, foreign looking charms of fiue workmanship. She was very fond of it, as it had belonged to her mother, and wore it always, till at last it seemed almost a part of herself. Seeing her without it one day, I exclaimed imme diately, as I thought she must have lost it. She waited a moment before implying and then said slowly, “I haf lend it to my cousin.” She then told me that Auguste was a barber by trade, and had come to Amer ica with money she had sent him for the trip. After the disappearance of the watch Auguste came less frequently, and as time went on seldom appeared oftener than once a week. ' There was no more sewing, and Etta began to look more as of old. Little by little the happy light faded from her face, and the gray eyes became sadder by contrast, perhaps, than before. A time came when weeks passed with out- a sign of the little Norwegian, bnt one day a letter arrived for Etta in the same crooked writing. Some time later in the'day, going int- the kitchen, I found Etta leaning on the table, the let ter crnmpled in her clinched hands and her face buried in her arms. I touched her gently oh the shoulder, but got no other response than the low, stifled sobs which shook the poor, thin body from head to foot. At last she raised her sorrow strickeu f to*, and lift ing her eyes to mine said slowly, with her lisping accent, “I haf to go vay; 1 haf sorrow, great sorrow.” She would tell but littl, of her story. She was to have married her cousih in a few weeks’ time, bnt he had tired of her, aud~1hat day a letter had come from him, first begging her to forgive him and then telling her tliat he had sold her treasured watch, and by the time she got that letter wonld have sailed on a vessel bound for Norway. “Shall yon, too, go home?” I said. Slowly and sadly came the answer, No,” and I felt that with the utterance of that little word she gave up all hope, a tid renounced forever all thought of the happiness she had been picturing for herself the last few months, as she sat sewing steadily, ouly pausing now and then, with a little flush in her pale cheeks, to softly steal a hand into her pocket and touch the letters Bhe always carried there. Next morning Etta conld not be found. In a corner of her room stood A. little hair trunk 1 bclj-d with a Norwegian address and tilled with the garments BO recently finished. It was corded ;up and sent to Christiana; it may have reached its destination or it may not, its fate ia as uncertain as Etta’s own. The poor woman, tired, disappointed and hope less, had vanished that night, taking witli her little else than her sad, sad thoughts. I often picture her with her Btooping shoulders and pallid, tear stained face, every vestige of love aud hope gone out, wandering away into the night and gaz ing np at the stars, so serene and far away, as she murmurs, “Forsaken, for saken.”—F. L. C. in Boston Herald. Men Make Their Own Feet. A man makes his own feet. Just re member how natty and small yonr feet were when yon went courting Amelia or Clara, and how splay they are now in yonr easy slippers as yon sit before Mrs. Amelia or Mrs. Clara at the breakfast table, surrounded by little Tommy, little Amelia and the rest of the young brood. Yon don’t care a fig now what numbered shoes yon wear, as long as yonr corns don’t trouble yon. Consequently yon go slopping through life in Bhoea made upon a No. 9 “common sense” last, and are ready to see the shoemaker and go him one better if yon feel a little pressure anywhere. Well, some men were born in the condition of mind which time and domesticity have brought to yon, and such men have big feet all their lives.—Kate Field’s Washington. hay aud straw of their landlords. hotter and hotter. Maria Starr, who was three desks off m tf * IWE I ^ PMMfl*** 1 * ne man, after a few qniet bnt ear nest straggles, managed to free himself from her long, thin arms, and looked np into her face, so high above him, with pleasure surely, bnt without a trace of loverlike ardor. On closer inspection it proved to be such a fnnny, rosy, childish face that it was impossible to look at it without laughing. Etta seemed to find it so, for, smiling happily, she escorted him back to the honse, her long arm linked in his short one, almost lifting him from the ground at every step, and presently we heard the low monotone of their voices in the kitchen below. Not the least queer thing about this queerest of queer men was a yellow shock of hair, plastered down in care fully arranged scallops all aronnd hia chubby face. I suppose it never occurred to bim that the back of hia head was ever seen, for there the hair stood straight out in bristly points. Soon Etta appeared, aud blusl A Desirable Work. “Carton has written a story that’ll make yonr hair curl,” said Mawson. “Get it for me, for goodness’ sake!" said Mrs. M. “It’ll save me from burn ing my fingers off with the tonga.”— Harper’s Bazar. Try BLACK-DRAUGHT~te»Tir PyipepiU. A Sunday School Lesson —City Attorney Rucker po3ed as a Sunday School teacher vesterday in Mayor’s court Col B. H. Noble put up as a witness a little negro girl only five years old. “Hold on,” said Mr. Ruck er, “let’s see if she knows what an oath is ” 1 who made you?” asked Mr. Rucker. “The Lord.” was tbe quick reply. “'Where were you born ?” “In Crawford.” “Where will you go if yon tell a lie?” “To torment.” “Put your hand on the book,” said Mr. Rucker. And the oath was adminis tered. For O er Flf-.y Yea.8. jibs. VrssLow- Soo:hp-8 SvHCP baa been a for dtUMren tetri nn It sooths the child s the (turns, :tl u>b aL pi-.ln, cures wind nuJ 1b the ’>«8t renin.-, for DlarrhCM. ty -dve cents a b-'ttie. Sold bv all drag* thror.Rhouk th* world-