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VOL XII., NO. 33.
How John Proposed.
.. . .
“Dear me, I know he is just ready
to say it, and I can’t sec why he doesn't
I say it.” And pretty Mary Branwood
i puckered up her lips into the sweetest
of all pouts, and plied her needle more
rapidly than ever. “It does seem to
me very strange,” she added after a
brief pause, “that a great big man
should be so timid about saying he
loved a girl. Dear me, it’s enough to
aggravate a girl into taking advantage
of ”
And M : ss Mary blushed rosily and
finished the sentence with a hysterical
! laugh.
Mary Branwood was just at this
; moment thinking of John Walker, who
I for the past two years had been her
iescort upon every possible occasion.
Eor a long time each had looked upon
the other with expressive eyes, and,
though the gossips of that part of
Harlem looked upon the ending of
lheir courtship as a settled matter,
I John had not asked the all-important
I question. Mary’s womanly intuition
prompted the thought that he had
. been trying to voice the love he so
I often displayed, but this natural bash
fulness seemed an uusurmountable
barrier.
So Miss Mary sat that February
afternoon in her chair, briskly rocking
to and fro. The afternoon was nearly
gone, and the girl was impatent waiting
for eight o’clock, when the bashful John
would arrive to take her io the class
in vocal music nt the church. Her
heart beat faster as the moments sped.
Her rosy checks flushed more deeply as
her mind dwelt upon the possible form
of the question that she felt must soon
be asked. She knew that there would
be nothing romantic about John's ask
ing her, for she was sure he would do
so in a blundering way.
The thing that troubled her most
was that after he did muster up sufll
cient courage her long knowledge of
his purpose would prevent her show
ing a proper amount of surprise and
embarrassment. She knew she would
blush, but she hoped it would be so
deep a blush that John could not fail
to see it.
She started suddenly’ and her face
flushed with a feeling that there was a
tinge of immodesty and hypocrisy in
her train of thoughts. She felt guilty
of being immodest in thinking of pro
posing herself, and of hypocrisy in hop
ing she would blush as though she had
not expected the question. Her
thoughts annoyed her, and failing to
drive them away’ as she sat sewing she
laid down her work and busied herself
cleaning up the room.
When both bands of the clock reached
eio’ht the light ring of the door bell told
her of John's arrival. As he entered
it could be seen that though bis youth
ful face was suffused with blushes
there was an unmistakable air of man
liness about him. When his brown
eyes looked into Maryas she felt so
strong aud confident that her half ut
tered thoughts during the afternoon of
taking advantage of the season to ren
der a little assistance came to her, and
a moment later she was oppressed
with the thought that if he bad asked
her then she really would not have
bhished. Then she tried to drive away
the thought with a mighty etfort as
her old feeling of immodesty and hypoc
risy came to her, and the crimson flush
covered her face as she saw that John
was trying to say something.
A few minutes later the two were
carefully walking along the icy side
walk in the direction of the church.
They discussed the weather and every
thing in connection with the singing
school until they reached the church
and then they both joined heartily in
the exercises. Mary sang exceedingly
well. John was equally successful un
til they sang the strain :
We share oar mutual woes,
Our mataal burdens bear.
Then it suddenly dawned upon him
how easy it would be to say, “Mary,
let us share our mutual woes,” and be
couldn't dismiss it from Lis mind all
the evening. Every now and then, to
i his great embarrassment, be got out of
I tune. Tu make matters worse the
HOME DEVELOPMENT AND PROGRESS, MATERIAL AND MORAL,
professor noticed it each time, and, in
a kindly tone offered a suggestion
which increased John's confusion.
There was no oue in the class gladder
than John when half-past nine came
and he and Mary stepped out into the
moonlight to go home.
They picked their way along the
sidewalk slowly, cautiously and in
silence. John did not speak for two
reasons. He was oppressed with the
thought that he had been particularly
stupid the whole evening, and he was
repealing the sentence, “Mary, let us
share our mutual woes,” so that when
they stood beneath the light in the
little parlor he could put bis arm
around her, aud say it without blunder
ing. Mary was silent with expecta
tion.
How brief a sentence would have
made them supremely happy.
John's absent mindedness served to
distract his attention from the icy walk
more than he should have allowed, and
no less than half a dozen times Mary 's
feat slipped, but each time she found
herself borne up by her sturdy lover.
Each slip was accompanied with a
little shriek, and when she was again
safe her soft laugh was music to him.
A group of boys pulling a sled
turned the corner ahead and dashed
past them. Mary turned her head to
glance after them. Her foot slipped, a
little shriek and she was down. But
she wasn’t alone. In fulling she had
managed to knock John's feet from
under him, and be had fallen too.
Each scrambled to rise quickly and
their heads came together with a sound
bump.
John was in the throes of mortifica
tion upon his awkwardness, when Mary
said naively as he helped her to her
feet:
“We seem to be sharing our mutual
woes.”
He was amazed. The very sen
tence he had been saving for under the
raslighl! Before he could take advan'
tage of his present opportunity, how
ever, Mary seemed to realize that she
had been immodest, and she talked
incessantly as they walked on, as it
determined that he should reap no ad
vantage from her remark. John made
several efforts to recall the opportunity,
out was baffled every time. Then he
determined to wait uutil they stood be
neath the gaslight, but when they
reached the parlor the light seemed to
burn more brightly than ever before,
and bis courage departed. Once he
made an etfort, but the first word that
passed his lips was “woes,” and the
consciousness that he was blundering
caused him to blush and pause before
trying again. But a sweet “What were
you going to say ?” completed his em
barrassment, and he answered “Noth
ing,” aud in despair prepared to go.
A moment later, as they stood at
the parlor door exchanging the last
words, and as John's hand wag on the
knob, Mary turned her blue eyes on
him and said with a laugh :
“You'll be sure to get home with
out falling, for you’ll have no one to
drag you down.”
John’s face crimsoned. He was I
about to protest she hadn’t dragged him
down when he thought of his lost op
portunity after they had fallen. lie
had a feeling that the sentence he had .
been trying to say all eveuiug would be ■
singularly inopportune now, but he was
determined not to lose another chance, j
Despite that feeling and in sheer des
peration he gasped :
“Mary, let us woes our mutual
shares always.”
Mary looked puzzled. For a mo
ment she didn’t grasp the purport of
the misquoted sentence. When it j
dawned upon her a flood of crimson j
passed over her face, her eyes fell and
she whispered “Yes.”
And John, with newly acquired cour
age, put Lis arms around her and drew .
her to his breast. Then John was at
peace and Mary was perfectly happy-
The question had been asked and an
swered and she had fittingly blushed,
besides waiving the privilege of leap
year.
Never sun a feather bed. Air them
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place. The sun draws the oil and ,
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HARTWELL. GA.. MAY 4, 1888.
THE GUNNER’S COTTAGE.
The story is told, in a French news
paper, of Pierre Buriat, a humble la
borer, who lived at Sevres, near Paris,
with hit wife Jeanne and their three
children. Industrious, frugal, knowing
nothing of the way to the wine shop,
Pierre saved his spare money, working
harder and harder, and at last bought
the tiny cottage in which lie and his
wife lived. It was a tiny cottage, in
deed ; built of stones, however, with
tiled roof, standing amid shrubs, and
covered with clematis. It always at
tracted the eye of the traveler, on the
left, as he crossed the Sevres bridge.
Pierre and Jeanne scrimped and
saved until the little cottage was paid
for, and made a feast, when it was all
done, to celebrate their ownership. A
landed proprietor, to be sure, does not
mind an occasional expenditure to en
tertain bis friends!
All this Pierre and Jeanne had ac
complished just before the war of 1870
with Germany broke out. The con
scription fell upon Pierre, who, more
over, was an old soldier, and belonged
to the reserves. A gunner he had bcm,
famous for his skill in hitting a mark
with a shell.
Sevres had fallen into the hands of
the Germans, but the French guns were
pounding away at them from Hie fort
on Mount Valerian. Pierre Barlat was
a gunner at that fort, and was standing
one wintry day by his gun, when Gen.
Noel, the commander, came up, and
leveled bis field-glass at the Sevres
bridge.
“Gunner!” said he. sharply, without
looking at Pierre.
“General!” said Pierre, respectfully,
•giving the military salute.
“Do you see the Sevres bridge over
there ?”
“I see it very well, sir.”
‘•And that little cottage there, in a
thicket of shrubs at the left ?”
“I see it, sir,” said Pierre, turning
pale.
*‘lt is a nest of Prussians. Try it
with a shell, my man.”
Pierre turned paler still, and, in spite
of the Cold wind that made the officers
shiver in their great coats, one might
have seen big drops of sweat standing
out on his forehead ; but nobody noticed
the gunner’s emotion. He sighted his
piece deliberately, carefully—then fired
it.
The officers, with their glasses mark
ed the effect of the shot, after the smoke
bad cleared away.
“Well hit, my man—well hit!” ex
claimed the General, looking at Pierre
with a smile. “The cottage couldn't
have been very solid. It is completely
smashed now.”
He was surprised to see a great tear
running down each of the gunner's
cheeks.
“What’s the matter, man ?” the Gen
eral asked, rather roughly.
“Pardon me, General,” said Pierre,
recovering himself. “It was my house
—everything I had in the world.”
Generally the Case.
The larger the clergyman's family
the smaller his salary.
The homelier the woman the more
conspicuously she dresses.
The poorer the man the more dogs
he owns.
The longer a man’s hair the greater
crank he is.
The shorter a woman's hair, the
stronger minded she is.
The poorer a fisherman’s luck the
bigger lies he tells.
The smaller the salary the more style
the store clerk puts on.
TLe more a man boasts of bis hones
ty, the less willing Ins friends are to.
loan him money.
It is always the minister with the
biggest salary who is given the longest
vacation.
A twenty-five dollar horse is not
called “a very valuable animal” until
he is killed by lightning.
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SOAP VS. LAW.
A Missouri constable rode out to a
farm near St. Joe, armed with a sub-•
poena for a woman who was wanted as
a witness in a case in court. He found
her in her back yard, busily engaged
in stirring a boiling, bubbling mass, in
a large black kettle. He stated his
business, and she said :
‘•I can't go to day.”
“But you must."
“What’s the hurry ?”
“Why, court's in session and the case
is now on trial. They want you by ;
noon.”
“Well, I a'n't going. You think I'm
going off and leave this Lull kittle of
soft soap to spile just to please your
old court ? No sir-rec 1”
“Why, my dear madam, you must.
You really don't seem to understand.”
“I understand that I've got a big
kittle of splendid soap grease on to
bile, and it'll make thin, sticky soap if
it ain’t finished to-day. You go back
and tell the Judge so.”
“You'll be fined for—”
“Pooh I I'd 1 ke to see the Missioury
jury (bat’d fine a woman for not leavin’
her soap bilin' when it was at a critical
pint as one might say. Tel! the Jedge
IM come to-morrow, if we don't butcher
our peegs then ; and if we do, I'll come
some day next week.”
“But I tell you that won't do. You
must come now."
“Lookee, young man, you think I'm
a fool ? I reckon yon never made nny
soap, did you ? If you had, you'd
know that-—”
“What does the Judge care about
your soap ?.”
“Well, what do I enre ’bout the
Jedge, if it comes to that ? Law's
law and snap's soap ? Let the Jedge
'tend to his law, an’ I'll Tend to my
soap. The good book says there’s n
time fer everything, an’ this is my time
for a bar’! of soap.’
“Well, madnm, if you want to be
fined for contempt of court, all right.
You will be fined sure as —”
“Bab ! J know all 'bout the law, an'
there ain’t nn-ytliing in it, nor in the
Constitution of the United States, nor
in the Declaration of Independence,
nor in the nothin’ else, that says a wo
man's got to leave a kittle o’ half cook
[ed soap, and go <4l to court when she
ain't mind to. 1 guess I know a little
law myself.”
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Sat Down on His Sire.
A little fellow, one afternoon, was
preparing his fishing tackle to go fish
ing the next day, when his father said :
“Johnny, what are you going to do?”
“I am going fishing to-morrow,” said
the boy.
“No you are not. You are going to
Sunday school. Besides the fish won't
bite on Sunday.”
“Oh, I know they will. Didn't I try
it last Sun —no, I didn't neither!”
“So, you little rascal, you have been
fishing on Sunday, have you?” said bis
father, and be cut him a switch and i
gave the boy a sound whipping.
When he got though, the boy said !
through his sobs, “I. —I am going to tell
about yon—you kissing th-tlie hired j
girl in th-the ki-kitchen last night, wh
when ma went out to, tend to the baby,” .
and he started for the house.
‘’Here. Johnny,” said the father, put
ting his hand in his pocket, “here is a
quarter. I didn't know I was whipping
you hard. I don't care if you go fish
ing every Sunday.”
Johnnv took the money, but we don’t
know whether he told bis mother
about the kiss or not; but as every
hting is quite in the family we don’t
believe the lady knows anything about
it.
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AN ALBANIAN ROMANCE.
Tile Nn«l Story of it Girl <'a|>tlvnt«<l by n
llnndxunie .Vlitrksiiinn.
During a visit to Albania, one of
the small independent Balkan states,
I saw some remarkable deeds of marks
manship aud heard a strange story
regarding the skill of the Albanians,
says Olive Harper in the Philadelphia
Press.
There was a young man of some 24
or 25 who was not only remarkably
handsome among all these haudsome
men, but was one of the most expert
marksmen they bad. He finally was
persuaded to visit Some cities to show
hisskill, aud with him he had a young
man who used to assist him by holding
different objects for the other to shoot
nt. They finally reached this place
after a very successful lour, and as Le
was about to give an exhibition at his
own birthplace of his powers, bis help
er was helplessly intoxicated.
Among the disappointed audience
was a slender aud pretty voting girl of
16 who had loved this young man in
secret ever since she could remember.
He offered 500 drachms for a volun
teer, man or woman, who would take
bis man's place, and this young girl
stepped out and up to the platform.
He accepted her and she stood without
moving or fiiucbing while the balls al
most grazed the delicate flesh on their
way where he sent them.
Iler courage captivated him and
they were married and together they
visited many countries and in France
made a great furor. They had been
married two years, and he had perhaps
grown weary of such utter devotion, or
he was dazzled by a woman of rank in
France, and he neglected his poor little
wife, and every night this temptress
sat in a l>ox and watched the hand
some Albanian who looked up to her
for approval alter each feat.
These Albanian women have little
mind and no education, and they live
only on their love, and when that is
wrecked they have nothing to fall
hack on and they die. That was all
she Could do, and life was not worth
the living without his love. So she
wrote a- poor little misspelled letter,
telling him she was going to die, so
that he could lie happy with that beau
tiful woman who loved him and whom
he loved, that she did not blame him in
the least, she was only sorry, and that
she was hot young and could not die
unless she died by violence, and so,
not to have the sin of suicide on her
soul, she was going to let him kill her
that night. She would welcome death
from his hand.
Aud that evening at the perform
ance, ns she held a rose by a short
stem, she waited until too late for him
to save her and threw herself forward,
receiving the ball in her brain, and
smiling at him as she died. They
found the poor little note, and be took
the dead body of his wife home to her
native hill-*, and she lies in the sun
shine on the slope near the lake she
loved in youth. His career was closed.
He is now quite gray, and shuns all gay'
company, and has never touched a gnu
since that night in Paris.
At a recent marriage in Milwaukee
some thoughtless friends threw au old
shoe after the departed carriage. When
the terrified horses saw that Milwaukee
shoe sailing darkly through the affright
ed air they thought it was n barn waft
ed upon the wings of a Kansas cyclone,
and they made for the timber, broke
the double tree, went smashing down
into another carriage and raised Cain
generally. When a Milwaukee girl
heaves her shoe out into space the
abashed earthquake that happens to be
prowling around in that quarter of the
universe crawls under the bed and
stays there until the shoe has settled.—
Burlington Hawkeye.
A smart farmer in Missouri, when Le
recently learned th t the grand jury
wap about to indict him for working
on Sunday, didn’t try to evade the
charge. On the contrary, he had bis
four sons summoned as a witness against
him. lie was fined $1 and costs, a to
tal of $5. But as the mileage ami
witness fees of his sons amounted to
$10.40, the family cleared $5.49, on the
transaction.
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