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r WfW ffw - _... . v . . . Death and Life. "Under the roots of tho roses, Down in tho dark, rich mold, The dust of mV denr one reposes, Like a spark which night incloses, When the ashes of tho day are cold.” **\£Jnder the awful wings Which brood over land and soa, And whose shadows nor lift nor flee— This is the order of things, And bath been from of old; First production, And last destruction; So the pendulum swings, While cradles are rocked and bells are tolled." “Not under the roots of the roses, But under the luminous wings Of the King of kings The soul of my love reposes, With the light of morn in her oyev Whore the Vision of Life discloses Life that sleeps not nor dies.” “Under or over the skies What is it that never dies? Spirit—if such there be— Whom no one hath seen nor heard, Wo do not acknowledge thee; For, spoken or written word. Thou art but a dream, a breadth; Certain is nothing but Death!” —[R. H. Stoddard, in Independent. A DIFFERENCE IN MEN. “There’s such a difference in mon,” said Carry Vinall. But,” sagely suggested her mother, “looks are only skin deep. And if it comes to that, Salah Brown is a hand* somer man than Folix Graydon." “Ah,” nodded Carry, “but Mr. Graydon is so stylish! IIo wears his very collar differently—aad look at the cut of his clothes!' “Caroline,” said her mother, solemn ly, “I have no paticnco with you. Stand up before me, and let me look at you.” “What for, mother?” “Stand up, I say, and let me look at you 1” reiterated Mrs. Viaal, a shrewd, elderly woman, with keen blue eye3 and three horizontal wrinkles actoss her forehead, and Carrio, much won dering, obeyed. “Humph!” commented Mrs. Vinall, after a brief survey. “Dirk blue eyes, nothing much out of tho common; a little pug nose, nice teeth, and a lot of fluffy, yellow hair, which would look tidier if you combed it into a flat knot at tho back of your head. What is thero about you, I’d liko to know, that two young mon ordinarily sensible should lose their heads about you. ?” “Mother, what strange things you do say!” giggled Curry, sinking back into her chair once more. “And do you know, child,’’ went on Mrs. Vinall, that you are plnying with the most important interests of your lifof There’s nothing that can possibly be so much to you as a good husband. Why don’t you make up your mind about it?” “I—don’t knowl” hesitatod Carry, biting her pink finger nails. “Thon set yourself about knowing,” admonished Mrs. Vinall, tartly. “I can’t live forever, you must compre hend, and you’ve loitered your way up in life after such a fashion that you can’t possibly earn your living by your self. And if you don’t marry now, while yonr good looks last—3uch as they are—I’m sure I don’t know what will become of you! ’ i, Mrs. Vinall spoke with a roguish sparkle in her eyes, although her lips were wreathed with grave solemnity. Carry caught up her bonnet and ran out of tho room. “Fm not going to stay here to bo lectured any more,” said she, laughing in spite of herself. “I’ll go to the vil lage after some more salmon-pink wool to finish my shawl.” “And you may stop at Bridge’s,” added her motlior, “and get mo a package of matches, and half a pound of Oolong tea, and some choose.” “Tho prettiest little creature in tho country,” sho added to herself, with true maternal pride, as shewatclol Carry go tripping down tho lane; “and if I could only seo her woll settled in life I shouldn’t care how soon tho good Lord took me away. But Ido wish sho would find it in hor heart to fancy Selah Brown, he’s such a good, sub stantial youig man. Fotlx Graydon may have citified airs about him, but I doubt if, in the long run, he’ll wash and wear as woll as tho other one." And so Mrs. Vinall went down stairs to her pretty rustic occupation of skim ming cream, in a cool, stone-floored dairy, where the light sifted in through a screen of quivering woodbine leaves, aad tho milk-pans shone as if they were made of hammered silver, instead of commonplace tin. Such a golden, sultry midsummer day as it was! Who would ever have supposed that it would change into that flerce, sudden storm? Mrs. Vinal was standing on tba door* step looking up at the sky from uuder her shading hand, when Felix Graydon came sauntering along tho quiot conn— ! try road, a sort of modern Adonic “Looks liko a storm,” said ho, care lessly. At the same moment Selah Brown jumped on the fence, in his working dress, with something in his hand. “1'vo found a whip-poor-will’s no»- for Carry, Mrs. Vinall,” said he. “I nearly stopped on it when I was cutting the grass on the north side of the big, oblong meadow. Sho has always wanted one for hor collection. There it was, right close to tho ground —just a tangle of sticks and atoms.” “Ye’,” said Mrs. Vinall, absently, “Carry’ll bo awfully pleased. Just lay it on tho window-sill, Solah, please; it’ll bo safe there. I do wonder whore she is?” “Whore Carry is?” repeated Brown. “In the house, isn’t she?” ‘‘No. She went down to the village for some pink wool and matches and things an hour or more ago, and I'm only afraid she’ll bo on tho way homo now, without a sign of an umbrella or a cloak, or anything but a white muslin scarf.” “Just hand mo an umbrella out of tho house!” criod Selah Brown, with alacrity. “I’ll run back to tho meadow for my coat ia half a minute, and go to meet hor.” “That won’t bo necessary,” curtly interposed Mr. Graydon. “I’ve a silk sun-umbrella here, and I’ll bring Miss Carry back all right.” Ho walkod hurriedly on, but Selah Brown still hold out his hand to Mrs. Vinall. “The umbrolla, please,” said he. “It’s hardly worth while, the two of you going," said Mrs. Vinall. “I’m going after Carry, or I'll know the reason why 1 ’ said Selah, in a reso lute voice. And Mrs. Vinall gave him the um brella, without a word of further pro test. Ho hurried back to the field for his coat, and struck into tho high road by a short cut at very noarly the point which Mr. Foiix Graydon'had reachod. And from that point they walked on together, yet separated by the width of the high road, occasionally darting belligerent glances at each other, and never exchanging a friendly word. Both wero good walkors; both woro determined to be the first to rescuo pretty Carry Vinall from the coming tempest Just about half way to tho village, however, as they neared a desolate old brick houso, mildewed with too much shade and evergreen’, with tangled vinos, on which “To Let” had hung so long that it was popularly supposed to bo a part of tho mural decoration, the rain camo down in dizzying sheets, tho thur.dor rolled, and a vivid dart of lightning shone for a second beforo their eyes, as it scemod to bury itself in tho ground. In tho sam3 moment thoy saw Carry Vinall’s face at the opea door of tho old brick house, her hand beckoning to them. * “She has taken refuge there—there, of all placos ia the world l” hoarsely cried Graydon, breaking the spell of silence which had reigned so long be tween them. ‘Hold on, Brown 1 Do you know what they’re using tho brick houso for now? She don’t, that's very evident 1” “Yes, I do,” said Brown. “Old Mills is storing his powder thero for tho blasting in Dovor Rocks." “Don’t go near'tho place!” shouted Graydon. “Didn’t you hear her mother say that sho had a lot of matches with her? Matchc. 1 in a powder magazine! and with a thunder-storm liko this rat tling overhead 1 Call to her; tell her to come out here to us I” “She couldn’t hear you if you shout ed to her with a boatswain’s trumpet I” retorted Brown. “Man alivol" roared Graydon, in stinctively putting out his haad to stop the other, “do you want to bo blown into the middle of tho next field? Did you sco that last flash of lightning?” And ho fairly took to his heels, hur rying down tho road which led to tho distant village, without even pausing to look behind. Selah Brown glanced aftor him with a countonance of infinite contempt. “I always thought he was a poltroon,” he muttered. “Now, I am sure of it.” Ho jumped the fence like a young deer, and hastened, with long stride, to the old brick house. “Oh, ia it you?" said Carry,not with out a sudden shadow of disappointment in her face. “It’s very good of you to come for me, I’m sure. But I thought—” “You thought you saw Graydon,” interposed Browa. “Well, you did, but he has an engagement in tho oppo site direction. I’m sorry I am tho wrong one. But come, Carry 1” “Out in that rain—certainly notl” said tho village bonuty, with an air of decision. “Lot us stay hero until it is over. It’s a musty old place, I know; but the roof is water-tight, and—■" “And there’s your parcel, Curry. Come 1 ’’ Ho took an oblong paper package from her grasp, and then drow the un willing little hand uador his arm with gentle force. ‘‘But I shall got all wotl” she do dared, still hanging back. “Carry,” he said, “do you know where your aro?” “Ia tho old brick house, to-be-sure 1’’ sho answAed. “You are in a powder magazino. And your lifo may perhaps depend upon tho distance which we can place between ourselves and this dangorous place,” ho addod, in a deep voice, as another shoot of bluo lightning blazed and vanished beforo their eyes. Sho was quick to comprehend tho awful peril which surrounded them— quicker still. to hasten out into tho driving tempost, clinging convulsively to his arm tho whiie. “And you—you came here to rescue me?” sho faltered. “Do you think I could stand calm ly by and sco yon exposed to peril liko his?" “But Felix Graydon ’’ “Felix Graydon thought of hlmsoV only. Felix Graydon is a thorough paced puppy 1 ’ calmly observed Brown. Not until thoy wore almost home did Carry Vinall speak again. “It don’t rain so much now,” sho said, with a long, shuddering sigh. “Do you think wo need walk quite so fast?" “Am I hurrying you too much, Carry? Why didn’t you say so?” “Oh, it isn’t that; but Solah—’’ His eyes softened into sudden light. Ho liked to hear his quaint old Biblo name pronounced by those cherry-ripe lip3 in so winning a fashion. “Yes, Carry?” “You said just now—a littlo wliilo ago—” And then she paused. “I said whaf, Carry?' “You said that you wore sorry you wore the wrong one.” “Yes, Carry.” ‘‘But, Selah, you aro not the wrong one,” murmured Carry, with her cheek close to his wet coatsleeve. “You aro tho right one 1” “Carry, my darling, do you mean it?” “Yc9, I do menu it! ’ cried out tho girl. “Aftor the way Folix Graydon has behaved today, I never want to soo his face again. Ho is a coward—; mean-spirited coward ! H > would have fled away, to secure his own salety, and left mo to perish in that horrible death trap. But you—oh, Selah!—you aro a hero!’’ “My darling, I did nothing that any other man woul i not have done.” “Then Folix Graydon isn’t a man; ho is only a curl” fiercely declared Carry. The storm rolled, away into tho black ening cast, the old powder magazine escaped destruction for tho once, but Carry Vinall’s fato was definitely set tled. When Mr. Craydon called ho received a curt “Not at home I” and Mrs. Vinall’s shrewd face was full of satisfaction. “Carry has chosen woll,” she said. “After all, sho was right. Thero is a difference in men!”—[Siturday Night. A New Use for Lemons. “If you ever use lemons,” remarked ono housewife to a lady friend, “and havo a portion of one left over, bo sure you do not throw it away.” “I am never without them in tin houso, as I always use them for flavoring, but of wlint uso are pieces?” “Just this. Tho next timo you think you havo done with a lemon ju t dip it in salt and rub your copper lcettlo or stewpan with it. You will bo surprised to find what a brilliant surface you will obtain if you rub tho article instantly with a dry, soft cloth. You can polish all brass work by tho same means, every stain disappearing as if by magic. A moldy lemon put into a dirty saucepan half full of water and boiled for half an hour cleanses the utensil amazingly and removes any odor such a3 fish or onions. Try it and sec if I am not right."—[Mail aid Expross. Doctor—IljWareyqu, today? Pa- tient—I am getting along very well now; I think tho medicino that Dr. Kay prescribed, just about counteracted tho influence of yours. FRONTIER HOTELS. Dinner-time Scenes in a Rough- and-Ready Mining Town. Table Etiquette In Pretentious ly-named Hotels. It is not generally known, porhsp9, that the casual visitor to a mining town may take his choice, when tho mid-day dinner hour arrives, from a positively staitling array of famous hostslries. He may, if ho will, tuck his attenuate sil ver-knobbed umbrella under his arm, thrust his monocle into his loft eye, turn up his London-made trousers, and stroll down tho main street undecided whether to bestow his patronage upon Delmonico’s, the Cafo Brunswick, tho Maison Dorce, Parkor’s or the Fifth Avenue. He is likely to see all o/ them if he passes in review tho entire list. It is quite immaterial upon which establishment his choice finally falls. If he elects to associate with the upper classes ho may probably decide to pay seventy-fivo cents or a dollar for his repast, or ho may economize to the extent of a quarter of a dollar and dine for fifty cents at some comparatively unfashionnblo resort. In either event he is likely'to sit between flannel-clad persons with the stain of gold-bearing mud upon their garments, slouch hats upon their heads, and an inexhaustible supply of rough-and-ready Saxon in their speech. In tho higher priced establishments, patronized by engineers, superintend ents and transient capitalists, a portion of tho guests may see fit to remove their hats while seated, but, as in tho British House of Commons, it is not considered particularly good form to do so. One experience of a promonado en habit, as it wore, on tho way to the principal thoroughfare, is enough to send a sensitive soul to the noarost placo where he can procure a pair of miner’s boots wherein to conceal the lower portion of his trousers, a felt hat and some kind of a coat not conspicuous lor its fashionable cut. Then when clad moro in accordance with local style ho is tolerably certain to come in for a tharc of good-Dntured guyiag on the part of miners off duty; but if ho is possessed of a fair aharo of tact nn4 a goodly stock of dark-huod but inex pensive cigars, brought from tho East lor gratuitoui distribution, he will soon find himself treated with merited con sideration. When the twelve-o’clock whistle blows at tho stamping-mill tho “day shift” cheerlully throws down its tools and makes a rush en masso for tho hotel centres, whence promptly upon tho stroke of twelve there arise a clanging of bells, a tooting of horns, a tinkling of triangles, stentorian oral invitations to dine, and in short all the devices for attracting attention and consequent ducats that tho ingenuity or the re sources of tho proprietor ,can com mand. In view of the necessarily limited ta ble room, promptness and energy are at a premium during the first minutes of the dinner hour, for your miner likes to enjoy his smoke, and mayhap his grog, before going to his afternoon work, and there is a choice of seats. Often there is a deal of good-natured horse-play ia the opening scramble, but it is rare that anything sorious ensues, though there aro plenty of deadly weapons openly worn in almost any of tho table groups that one may soo. A considerable proportion of the miners prefer to keep bachelors’ hall, and enjoy the select eocioty of their own cabins; but in gonoral somo kind oi a combination is eventually formed whereby tho services of a cook are secured, and under proper management such “mosses” are usually more satis factorily served than at such rival hotels as aro afforded by the averago mining town ia its rudimontary stages of development.—[Harper’s Weekly. The World’s Way. ‘•This is pretty hard Luckl" cried tho Prisoner, as ho leaned against the iron grating of his coll. “Hero, for a trifling Theft, I havo lost the Goodwill ot my Friends, and all tho World looks on me with Contempt.” “Ah!” returned the Experienced Roporter; “if you wanted Help and Sympathy, you should have committed some Great Crime.” — [Puck. Elementary Mathematics. Teacher: Tommy, what is half of eight? Pupil: Sideways or top? Teacher: What do you mean? Pupil: Why, half from the top of 8 is 0 and half sideways is 3. Quaint “Bully the Wizard.” In the north end of Dolawure county,. Ind., is now to bo found ouo of tho > most eccentric and mysterious charac ters in America. He is known as ‘ Bully tho Wizard.” Nobody knows him by any othor name, lie claims to be sixty-four yoars ol'd, and has been in those parts at intervals during the last thirty-five years. Bully has no relatives in tho world. Tho most diligent' in quiries hove foiled to discover anything about his history, ns he declines to give_ any information himself. The wizard makes his living by fortuac-telliag, and many people implicitly believe that he has occult powers. Storios ore related about his wondorful predictions. Bully has travoled all over the world, but he has never rode On a horso, in a wagon or on the cars; Tho only conveyance he has ever usod was the steamship • which carried him across tho ocean. Sometimes he will disappear from this locality for two or threo yoars at a time, but always turns up again when least expected. “Bully the Wizard,” has a romark- able “charm string." It is 203 feet long and is composed of shells, old coins, snake rattlos, and buttons in end- - loss variety. The string when coiled has a diameter of six feet. Tho charm weighs 300 pounds. Bully has his whole life centred in this charm string, which ho treasures above everything on earth. £!ome timo ago ho was offered $1000 for tho curiosity, but ref usod it. When he realized that his string had pecuniary value, the wizard buried it in a box in a deserted gravel' pit, and then departed on one of his excursions. About throe months ago the County Commissioners authorized tilts construc tion of a free gravel road, and a com— mittfeo was apppointed to prospect the gravel. In examining the old pit tho charmi string was found and placod in the care of Mr. Saannon, the friend of the wizard. Bully is now^eagugod ia mak ing another charm, which he claims will bo moro marvellous than tho othor one, which he was forty-iix yoars con structing. In telling fortunes ha uses a wire filled with beads, which he places over the head of tho subject, and after taking the measurement places tho wire on his- own head. The strange man lived four years among Shoshono Indians iu Wy oming and is familiar with tho customs and languages of all tho tribes. Hie porsonal appearanco is striking. He wears knee breeches, with short jacket. A skull cap, with a long tassel behind, covers his head. He has a mustncbo and board. It is said that he has been in ovary town of 5000 inhabitants and over in tho United States and Canada, always traveling on foot.—[Chicago Tribune. Tho Key of the Nile. Oao of the strangest facts m that land or marvel’, Central Africa, is tho power which tho dwellers on tho head waters of tho Nile have over tho people who livo along its lower course. Tho very existence of the Egyptians depends largely upon the annual overflow of the ancient river, which alono fertilizes their fields. This year tho flood has been much loss than usual, and it is supposed that tho followers of F.t Mahdi, far up the river at Khartoum, havo diverted a part of the stream into the sandy deserts. Sir Samuel Biker, tho English explorer, says it would bo pos sible, by damming the Nile at this point, to turn it entirely into the Red Soo, and leave Egypt to starve. Nor is the Madlii tho only magnate who possesses this power. .According to Mr. Stanley, Victoria Nyanza, the great lako from, which tho stream of the Nilo issues i3 on a plateau like an inverted basin, and could bo mudo to trickle over at almost any point, In nino months the King of Uganda could, if ho pleased, make the Nile run dry by draining the lako to tho westward. It must be an unpleasant reflection for tho Egyptian farmer to know that his only water supply is liable to bo turned off at any timo. —[Argosy. The Formor Capital of Japan. One of tho great attractions of Nars is tho gigantic figuro of Buddah, cast ia bronze, tho largest in Japan, and something liko fifty-throe feet high; tho dignity of tho figuro, as. 11 sits with folded hand’, as if in dooj; contemplation, conveys a sonso of rest and peace and is most impressive as i work of art. Tho beauty of tho tem ples consists in the minute finish o: every detail—in the carving ol screens, the panels, tho doorways, tho work os the gates and gables, the bronzes, doc- orations and finish of every intorioi gateway, some of them famous all ovei the country for their design and pat tern.—[Boston Transcript.
