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VOL. XII., NO. 35.
Pledge with Wine.
“Pledge with wine—pledge with
wine I” cried the young and thought
less Harry Wood. “Pledge with wine,”
ran through the brilliant crowd.
The beautiful bride grew pale—the
decisive hour had come. She pressed
her white hands together, and the
leaves of her bridal wreath trembled on
her pure brow ; her breath came quicker,
her heart beat wilder.
‘•Yes, Marion, lay aside your scrup
les for once,” said the Judge, in a low
tone, ‘‘the company expect it. Do not
so seriously infringe upon the rules of
etiquette. In your own house act as
you please, but in mine for once please
me.”
Every eye was turnqd towards the
bridal pair. Marion’s principles were
well known. Henry had been a con
vivialist, but of late his friends had
noticed a change in his manners and
habits.
Pouring a brimming beaker, they
held it with tempting smiles toward
Marion. She was very pale, but her
Hand shook not, as smiling back, she
gracefully accepted the crystal tempter.
But scarcely had she done so, when
every hand was arrested by her pierc
ing exclama ion ot “Oh, how terrible!
“What is it?” cried all, thronging to
gether. for she bad slowly carried the
glass at arm’s length, and was fixedly
regarding it as though it were some
hideous object.
••Wait, and I will tell you. I sec,”
she added, slowly pointing one jew
elled finger at the sparkling ruby
liquid, “a sight that beggars all de
scription ; yet 1 will paint it for yon if
I can. It is a lonely spot; tall moun
tains rise in awful sublimity around ; a
river runs through, and bright flowers
grow to the water’s edge. There is a
Uiick warm mist that the sun seeks
vainly to pierce, trees, lofty and beau
tiful, wave to tiie airy motion of the
birds. A group of Indians gather.
I’liey flit about with something like
sorrow upon their dark brows, and in
iheir midst lies a manly form. I>ut his
cheek, how deathly! his eye wild with
the fitful lire of fever. One friend
stands beside him, nay, I should say
kneels, for he is pillowing that poor
head upon his breast.
••Genius in ruins. Oh! the high,
holy-kioking brow ! Why should death
mark it, and he So young ? Look how
he throws the damp curls ! mark how
lie clutches at the form of his compan
ion, imploring <o be saved ! See, his
arms are lilted to heaven. He
how wildly for mercy ! Hot fever rush
es through his veins. The friend be
side him is weeping; awe-stricken, the
dark men move silently, and leave the
living and dying together.
Tliere was a hush in that princely
parlor, broken only by what seemed a
smothered sob from some manly bos
om. The bride stood yet upright,
with quivering lip and tears stealing
to the outward edge of her lashes.
She spoke again ; her voice was low
and faint.
“It is evening now ; the great white
moon is coming up, and her beams lay
gently on his forehead. He moves not;
his eyes are set in their sockets; dim
are their piercing glances; in vain his
friend whispers the name of father and
sister —death is there! and no soft
hand, no gentle voice, to bless and
soothe him. His head sinks back —
one convulsive shudder—he is dead !”
A groan ran through the assembly,
so vivid was her description, so un
earthly her look, so inspired her man
ner, that what she described seemed
actually to have taken place then and
there. They noticed also, that the bride
groom hid his face in his bands and
was weeping.
“Dead ! and there they scoop him a
grave and without a shroud they lay
him in the damp earth. The son of a
proud father, the idolized brother of a
fond sister. And he sleeps to-day in
that distant country, with no stone to
mark the spot. There he lies—my
father’s son, my own twin-brother! a
victim to this deadly poison. Father,"
sbe exclaimed, turning suddenly, while
the tears rained down her beautiful
cheeks, “father, shall I drink it now ?”
HOME EEVELOFMENT AND PROGRESS, MATERIAL ANE MORAL.
The form of the old Judge was con
vulsed with agony. He raised his
head, but in a smotberbd voice he fal- [
tered: “No, no, my child, in God’s
name, no.”
She lifted the glittering goblet, and
letting it suddenly fall to the floor, it
was dashed into a thousand pieces.
Then, as she looked at the fragments,
she turned and said ;
“Let no friend, hereafter, who loves
me, tempt me to peril my soul for
wine. Not firmer the everlasting bills
than my resolve never to touch or taste
that terrible poison. And he to whom
1 have given my hand ; who watched
over my brother’s dying form in that
last solemn hour, and buried the dear
wanderer there by the river in that
land of gold, will, I t rust, sustain me
in that resolve. Will you not, my
husband ?”
His glistening eyes, his sad, sweet
j smile was her answer.
The Judge left the roem, and when
i an hour later he returned, and while n
more subdued manner took part in the
entertainment of the bridal guests, no
one could fail to read that he, too, had
determined to dash the enemy at once
and forever from his princely rooms.
fMany who were present, from that
hour foreswore the social glass.
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He Picked a Fight.
A rancid looking old fellow was
curled up in a corner of a W’oodward
avenue car the other day, when a du
dish appearing young chap came in
and took a scat beside him. The old
fellow looked him over in a disgusted
way, and it was plain enough that he
wanted to pick a fight. The oppor
tunity soon came. The dude, in mov
ing about, touched the other's£ foot,
and promptly said :
Beg pardon sir.
How ? called the other as he put his
hand to his car.
B<?g pardon !
How ! What is it? roared the
other.
I beg your pardon, sir!
A beggar, eh! No, sir; I have
nothing to give beggars ! Why don’t
you go to work ?
1 said I begged your panion, shouted
the dude, as his face grew fiery red.
Not a cent! screamed the old man.
You are just as well able to work as
I am, ami you ought to be pulled in
forbegging! Who are you and where
do you live ?
The dude couldn’t stand any more.
The passengers were all laughing, and
he rose up and made a sneak off the
car.
He simply begged your pardon, ex
plained a man across the aisle.
Exactly! whispered the old man,
hut I didn't want my pardon begged.
My pardon is all right, he should have
come down town in a dog cart. —Rail-
way Guide.
Not that Kind of Protection.
A minister visiting a congressman’s
family in the West End conducted
family prayers the first morning after
his arrival at which the congressman
was not present and the small boy’ of
the house interviewed him at break
fast.
“What was that you prayed for ?” he
inquired abruptly.
“Why, Johnnie,” expostulated the
mother, “you must ”
“Oh, let him go on,” said the minis
ter, with a smile. *‘l love to hear these
innocent little prattlers. You want to
know, my child what I prayed for ?”
“Yes, sir,” responded the boy politely.
“Well I ask the Lord for wisdom,
for guidance, for protection ”
“That’s it,” said the boy, interrupt
ing him ; “that’s it. You prayed for
protection ?”
“Y T es, my boy,” replied the sur
prised minister.
“■Well, you can’t do it any more in
this house. My pa is a free trader,
and if he gets on to your racket, he’ll
raise a row with you, sure.” —Wash-
ington Circle.
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THE BLUE JUHIATA.
Forty years ago every one knew the
song “Blue Juniata.” It was a simple
song, but it took the popular fancy, anti
children were named for “Alfarata,”
the Indian girl, and so were boats; but
the name was gradually Changed to Al
farotta or All'retta. The Rev. Dr. Ed
ward E. Hale, in “G. T. T., or the
Wonderful Adventures of a Pullman,”
it as a “pretty specimen of
that school of song that may be called
the ‘American.’ ” The words ran :
Wilil iiivcil nn Inilinn girl,
Blight Alfarata,
"'ln-re Hwcs'pa the waters
Os the blue Juniata ;
•Swift ns nn nnlelope,
T hixuigh the forest going ;
Loose w ere her jetty looks
In wavy tresses flowing.
Guy was the mountain song
Os bright Alfarata,
Where sweep the waters
Os the blue Juanita.
Strong am) true inv nri-ows are
111 my painted quiver,
Swift goes my light ennoo
Ailow n the rapid river.
Bold is my warrior good,
The love of Alfarata ;
Proud waves his snowy plume
Along the Juninta.
Soft and low ho spvaks to me, •
Ami then his war-cry soiunling,
Bings his voice in thunder loud,
From height to height n-sounding.
So sang the Indian girl,
Bright Alfarata,
" here sweep the waters
Os the blue Juniata.
Fleeting years have borne away
Tiie voice of Alfarata;
■ Still sweeps the river on,
Blue Juniata.
The Juniata is> a wild and beautiful
river, formed by the union of three
smaller rivers that rise in the Alleghany
mountainsand unite near Huntingdon,
Pa. The main stream is one hundred
and fifty miles long, and it flows through
picturesque Juniata valley, until it loses
itself in the broad Susquehanna river,
about a mile from Duncannon. The
Iroquois Indians used to live in this
val! y, and Juniata is an Iroquois word.
It was sometimes written C’honiata.
The soug was composed by Mrs. Marion
Dix Sullivan, the wife of John W. Sul
livan, of Boston. Mrs. Sullivan was
born in 1802 in Boscawen, N. IL, near
the beautiful Merrimac river. She was
the daughter of Colonel Timothy Dix,
and the sister of General John A. Dix,
of New York. She died in 1860. —
—Youth’s Companion.
Breaking Bad News.
They arc telling a story on a well
known and now wealthy Irishman of
this city, whi .h, it is said happened be
fore he was either so wealthy or so well
known. Judge McCarty, so the story
goes, had been killed by an accident,
and the problem was how to break the
news to his wife. The Irishman in
question volunteered to break the news
so gently that it would not jar on the
most sensitive feelings. Putting the
body in a wagon he started fur Mrs.
McCarty’s residence.
“Does the Widow McCarty live here?’
he asked significantly.
“She does not,” said Mrs. McCarty.
“But indade she does. The Widow
McCarty does live here!” he insisted,
with more significance and greater em
phasis on the ‘widow.’
“But she does not,” replied Mrs. Mc-
Carty.
Disgusted at her lack of perspicuity
the bearer of the bad news asked in
despair:
“An’ faith, does Judge McCarty live
here ?”
“He does.”
“Well, I’ll bet yez tin dollars he
does not.”
“But he does,” insisted Mrs. Mc-
Carty.
“But he does not,” insisted Pat. “I’ll
bet yez tin dollars he docs not,” and
then, in utter despair he added: “for
I've got his corpse in the wagon, and a
foiner wonc was niversceu at a wake.’’
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Why Me Didn’t Stay There.
•‘Every one who goes to Dukotv,” ■
begun the modest man from Maine,
when his turn catne, “has sech big tales
to tell of the kentry, that I don't like
to say much about it. My ’count
seems so tame and command ike that
folks think I'm lyin', an’ tryin' to run
the kentry down. An’, I tell ye. it
goes agin the grain of an honest man
to be tho’t untroothful."
"You don’t appear like a man who
would deviate from the line of truth,” |
said a clerical looking man. "We
should be delighted with n simple, true
description of the much-talked of coun
try.”
“Waal, when I fust went West, I
tho’t things growed by magic—that
ye’d only got ter say the word, an’
'twas thar at yer feet. But I found
out 'twa’n’t no such thing. They hav’
ter plant there, same as any where,
only they don't hav' ter wait so domed
long as we do here. The seasons are
short. S<» every one waits till the
weather is fine, an’ then plants; and a
few days later begins to harvest.”
His hearers glanced quickly from
him to one another but said nothing,
and he continued :
“Almost the first thing I did when I
got than was ter straj' off on the prary,
like a blamed fool, an’ git lost. Didn't
git back fer over a month, an’ should
hav’ been starved, if it hadn't been fur
a couple o’ grains o’ corn tbet I hap
pened ter hav’ in my pocket.”
‘‘Two grains of corn lasted ye a
month I” exclaimed a chorus of voices
“1 didn’t say that,” said the nar
rator, pettishly. “I was jist goin’ ter
'xplain, if ye’d kep’ yer mouth shot,
“When I found I was lost an’ bad
only two grains o’ corn, I jist planted
them immejitely. Before night my
corn was four feet high, an’ next day
1 had plenty o’ green corn. On the
second day 1 let some o' the cars ripen
off, an' planted another crop, an after
that I hail all I wanted.
“The corn I planted was the com
mon kind 1 took with me from Maine;
but al each crop on that Dakoty s'il
the grains were bigger an' bigger, till
I'll be skinned if they weren't so big I
bad ter pull ’em off the cob an’ rost
'em singly. They were about the size
of an eastern potato. A Dakotyan
might say the size of a wash-tub, but
I'll be durned if I’ll lie for any ken.
try.”
“What do they do for wood on them
bleak prairies ? asked one of the com
pany.
"Oh, they have ter git seed an’ sow
a parch. I heerd 'em tell of a green
horn who went out one warm day ter
sow a five-acre lot fer cottonwoods.
Waal, in the fust place, lie got the
seed too thick on the ground, an’ in
the next place, he stayed on the lot,
too long; an’ the fust thing he knowed I
he was wedged in among the big trees!
an' couldn’t git out., an’ afore night he j
was squeezed ter death.
"The man who found him was
afeered the Eastern folks mightn’t be-1
lieve it, so they sent back a piece of!
his coat an’ some bark o’ the trees ter j
prove it.”
"Why didn’t you stay in Dakoty, if}
it’s sich a wonderful section ?” a 3 ked
one of the party.
"Waal, ter tell the truth, I couldn’t
praise the kentry to. suit them Dako
tans, an’ they give me notice to quit.”
—Tid Bits.
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An exchange reads this fatherly lec
to the young men of its city, and as
we have a few here who would be great
ly benefited by following it, we quote it
for them: "Here, young man, go to
work ; get off that box and quit whit
tling and growling and be cheerful. If
you can't sell goods, saw ice; if you
can't handle cash, carry coal—do some
thing. Act I If something don't turn
up, take hold of it flat sided and turn
it up. Be a man for six-bits a day if
you can’t get a dollar; yes, take fifty
cents a day for doing something, rather
than sit beside the stove and complain
for worse tb«n nothing and be dubbed
a loafer to boot. Rustle! Test your
muscle, strike hard and hit often ; this
is the boom that wins.”
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WHOLE NO- 555.
KILLED THREE BEARS IN TEN MINUTES.
The- Achievement of n tl V<nr<Hrf Roy.
I’ocONO, Pa., May G.—Willie Alie
mose, aged fourteen, son of Jacob Al
ft m<>sc, living on a ch aring in jbe woods
of Tunkhannock township, went out
one day last week to chop wood n half
mile or so from the Dune. He w»s
gone half an hour, when he returned
and coolly asked his father if he hml
time to go and help him carry in the
carcasses of three bears he had killed.
The elder Altemose was surprised and
skeptical, bnt the lx>y showed him the
bloody blade of his ax and assured hin>
that he had just killed three bears with
it. Altemose went with his son, and at
the side* of a big fallen hemlock,almost
within sight of the home, he saw the
bodies of three bears,'orm a very large
one and the others yearling eoM.
The boy said he had eonithenccr)
, chopping on the fallen tree when tbe
, big bear jumped out from beneath it
and made a rush for him. lie buried
the ax in its skull, and another blow
killed the be«r. The boy then looked
in under the tree and saw the two small
j! er bears crouching there. He routed
( the..) out ami attacked them. One of
. them showed fight but the other slouch-
I cd away. The boy killed the one ns
. quickly as he hud the big bear and then
gave, chase to the other aim despatched
I it in the same way. He said he was
not more than ten minutes in making
I)
(> away with the three bears, and he did
( not show the least excitement over bis
j exploit. He seemed to regard it ns
) something any one could have done un
der the circumstances, and after the
’ I bears had been carried to the.house he
[ I returned to his work as if nothing had
happened. The old bear weighed over
t : 300 pounds.
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1 THE MORMONS.
r !
•' ’Fhvlr Work Right i»>»«t Er ft
—VI liere'lliej Rang Out.
i The Mormon elders or Later Day
Saints are carrying on their work of
'. j proselyting boldly. They seem to pre
i-; for the neighborhood around the fac
tories. Cannot the ministers of the
1 Gospel do something in tl»e way of
| controverting their, rapidly expanding
y influence.
The outgoing trains on the Georgia
e railroad Sunday mornings are generally
n crowded with believers of the new faith,
T who go tip to Grovetown and then oil
into the country in a short direction,
i. to where the elders preach and baptize.
; They have, it. is reported, made great
1 headway in spreading their doctrines,
1 and in many cases entire families have
I embraced their leachings. Two of the
t saints are women. —Augusta Chiouicl©.
' Why She Didn’t Holler.
t A young woman from the country
i. j was suing her ex sweetheart lor breach
of promise, and the lawyers were, as
i usual, making all sorts of inquisitive
■ inquiries.
“You say,” remarked one, "that the
r defendant frequently sat very close tv
-!you ?”
r “Yes, sir,” was the reply, with a
. hectic flush.
> "How close ?”
i "Close enough so's one cheer was all
, j the tiltin’ room we needed.”
"And you say be put his armarouwd
II you ?”
.; "No ; I didn’t.”
1 "What did you say their?”
"I said he put both arms around
I me.”
’! "Then what?”
• "He hugged me.”
“Very hard ?"
"Yes; he did—so durn bard that I
come putty near hollerin’ right out.”
“Why didn’t you holler ?”
"Cause.”
"That's no reason. Be explicit,
please. Because why ?”
"’Cause 1 was afeered he'd stop.”
The court fell off the bench, and had
to bo carried out and put under the
hydrant for Ute purpose of resuscita
tion.—Terms Siftings.
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