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VOL. I
A Presage.
I have a friend, a dear one.
Her name—but why I confess
You very rarely hear one
More fascinating—guess!
Her merry voice is sweeter
Than any rillet's flow;
Her laugh has more of metro
Than any song I know.
Her lovely eyes that lighten
When robins softly sing
Are like the skies that brighten
At dawn in early spring;
Her cheeks—his brain is duller
Titan dunce's who'll not own
They've all the pinky color
Of apple buds half blown.
You will agree it’s pleasant
'That such a one should send
Each year a charming present
To me, “her dearest friend."
And this year I’ve a presage—
It makes my pulses start—
That with a tender message
Slic’d give to me her heart.
—Biucll Clinton in Harper's Magazine.
NICE OLD WOMAN,"
BY FLORENCE At.LEX.
“Oh dear!”
It was a pretty little face which was
all puckered up into such a lot of wor¬
little wrinkles; pretty in spite of
shadow of care in the fair blue
and tho tired drop at tiic corner
of tho girlish mouth. Tnc owner of
face and tho wrinkles and the blue
and the niduth in question, was a
rather delicate-looking girl of
18 who stood, attired in a faded
calico dress, in the doorway of a small
wood-colored cottage (or “cabin” as
they mote truthfully call stick edifices
tho mountains) looking out at the
slope of the road before her.
Two fresh-faced smiling girls of her
age had just gone by, stopping to
a pleasant word or two as they
and the sight of their pretty,
though simple, lawn dresses aud float -
tibbons had brought, U3 they dc-
parted, those worried wrinkles to the
face that should have been as bright as
theirs, and the impatient exclamation
with ■which our story begins to ic T
generally uncomplaining lips.
As a general thing Phrosy Miller (she
was E iphrosyno by rights, through the
of her father, wiio had
found the name in Ins sonic wHnt liinlte 1
and had delighted in its long
drawn sweetness,) was a very chcerinl
aud contented girl in spile of tie
troubles and hard work that had come
into her young life so early; but, just
present, there was something especial
her mind, and that was the pic-
It was to be in just four weeks from
and all the girls were going; nnd
who had stayed at home so much
and so patiently for the last year, felt ai
though sho ready must go, too. But
how? Tiint was the question that brought
the worried little wrinkles to the front
conspicuously. All the girls were
going to have new hnvn dresses and
ribbons for the occa.ion, and “do
up’ her blue mu din as bast she could
(and sho was something wonderful in
the laundress line all her neighbors
laid,) it would not look any way but
and faded; and her ribbons—well,
her small stock thereof had been cleaned
and dyed and “done over” so often that
were merely a travesty upon their
Of course a new dross and the
adornments would cost very
but, as Phrosy said, tersely but
“If diamonds could be bought
a nickel apicca and one didn’t have
nickel, where would be tho comfort
it?”
Money had been very tight iu tho
family ever since Mr. .Miller’s long
cudiug in his death, had j lit
the little household under a load of
debt which seemed at first, simply over-
whelming.
Ben Miller—a wild and reckless young
ho had been while his father was
and strong and able to care for the
and sister—had steadied down
and taken tho burden of ox-
on his shoulders patiently and
nanfully. Mrs. Miller and Phrosy had
conomized in every way, even to the
of taking some of the many wood-
about as boarders, aud they had
early and late and re wed and
thernsclve3 until the debt was
and the future began to look alit-
brighter. Then fate frowned on them
again. Mrs. Miller, a large, heavy
jad somewhat unwieldy woman, in going
[own the back-steps ono day made a
lisstep and fell, receiving an injury to
‘sr side which made her utterly hetp-
bs. Since then Phrosy had found life
krder than ever. Additional doctor's
ills piled in upon them; Mrs. Miller
istead of helping as before was now as
helpless as a baby and so nervously irri¬
table that keeping boarders longer was
an impossibility even had Phrosy been
to do the work. So it was that
cent that came into the family had
earned by Ben; and so it was that
new lawn dress, so ardently desired,
to be among the impossibilities
for Ben’s wages were small
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at best and there were at least a dozen
ways for every dollar.
And Plirosy thought altogether too
much of her patient aud kind-hearted
brother, who denied himself so much
to keep her and his invalid mother from
want, to add to his burdens by telling
him her own troublos.
1 ‘If there was only something that I
do myself to earn a little money,”
she said to herself, “but there doesn’t
to be. Mother wouldn’t hear to
my running the machine steadily, even
if I could get sowing to do, and there
is nothing else. It's a hopeless case, I
” And, sighing heavily, Phrosy
turned to enter tho homo in answer to a
fretful call from within, but as sho did
so her eyes fell upon tho clothes-line in
the side-yard.
“In one minute, mother,” sho said
cheerily. “I’ll just bring Ben’s shirts
as I como by,—they’re all ready to
and I can iron them by the
fire.”
IIow white and clean and sweet they
were! As Phrosy gathered them into a
awkward bundle in her arms she
not help bending her head to in¬
the “smell of outdoors” (as she
called it) that came from them.
“They smell different from Chinese
washing,” she thought. “There's one
certain,—poor as we are Ben’s
are always the nicest done up in
and then as that thought passed
her miud it left an inspiration
it.
That night after supper, when Bon
was resting himself from his day’s labor
“puttering" around tho chicken-
and back-yard generally, and
Miller was chatting with a neigh¬
who had opportunely dropped in,
pleading an errand'at the store,
away from them all and pro¬
ceeded to put her inspiration to the'
test of practicality.
“It might bo a good idea,”
kindly Mrs. Jenk n3, to whom she had
gone in her emergency, “but there’s so
o’ them plaguay Chincso around
that it brings prices down dreadful,
and most folks don’t care how a thing
is done so it is done cheap.”
“But my things don’t smell of
and nastiness as tho Chinamen’s
nveired Phrosy stoutly, “there
must be somo one who would rather
pay a little higher and Lave things
„
< ( Such folks is scarcer than dia¬
monds iu dust heaps,’’ was the senten¬
tious reply, “1 Would myself, of
course, but old Ma’am Gilman has
kind of got a mortgage on me, aud
though she’s failing dreadful and don’t
send things home fit to be seen some
weeks, I kinder can’t go back on her
all at once.”
“Of course not," assented Phrosy
unhesitatingly, “that isn’t what I want
at all. But—see here—you ask Joe to
inquire around up to Loren’s mill and
I do believe he’ll find something fov
me. I don’t care to say a word to Ben
or he’d fly all to - pieces—nor you
needn’t toll Joe whoit is that wants
the things—just let him say ‘some one
who’ll do them tho best they can be
done and needs the money. 1 tf
“All right,” said Mrs. Jenkins, “I’ll
keep it as still asm ce, whether it turns
out well or not. You como by tomor¬
row night and I’ll toll you the verdict.”
And so, full of hopes aud fears and
fond imaginings, Phrosy went homo.
The next night Mrs. Jenkins met her
with her broad face beaming. “I’ve
got six for you,” she said, delightedly,
“and six times two bits is a dollar and
a half! you arc in luck, Plirosy! ’Tain’t
one of the mill hands cither, but a
young fellow that has bought out the
old Bradbury ranch. He’s been up" to
tho city for tjio last week and more and
come home with about a carload of
dirty things—its been that hot up there,
Joe says, that you can’t keep nothing
decent two minutes, and old Mrs. Bul-
gal that cooks up thcro don’t know
beans about doing up, so tho grist
naturally comc3 to your mill, and I’m
glad of it for one.”
“And I for two,” answered Phrosy
gleefully, and then, with a light and
thankful heart she took possession of
her somewhat bulky bundlo and went
merrily homeward.
The next day six white shirts fluttered
upon the Millers’ clothes-line; tho next
day—stiff and shiny and odorous only
of Heaven's pure breezes—they went to
their owner, and Joe brought back to
his mother in return tho silver which
looked to Phrosy brighter and better
than silver ever looked before. He
brought something else, too, an over¬
grown bundle of shirts which had evi¬
dently seen sorrow and had not lived
the lives that aristocratic white shirts
ought to live. the mill boys,” he
‘ These belong to
explained, “they got a sight at the
others and nothing to do but they must
send these down. They’re a pretty
hard lot,” (meaning tho shirts and not
the mill boys) “but I guess your old
woman can get ’em clean, mother.”
And his mother, chuckling a little as
CARNESVILLE, GA., MONDAY, JANUARY 27.1890.
she thought of “her old woman” took
tho bundlo and informed her son that
anything of tho kind was welcome until
further orders.
That week, in tho neighbors’ estima¬
tions, Bon Millor fairly blossomed with
shirts, for tho number of those useful
and ornamental garmonts that hung on
the Millers’ lino was something abso¬
lutely unprecedented.
“Thirteen shirts for one poor work¬
ingman is the worst I over heard!" as¬
severated tho woman next door, whose
propiuquity gavo her, in her own esti¬
mation, a right to criticise the Millers
with more frankness than “manners."
“I wouldn’t slavo myself to death for
the sako of Ben’s vanity if 1 was his
sister I”
But Phrosy smiled serenely.
“I don’t call Bon over vain myself,’’
she answered, “and I’m suro 1 am not
slaving myself to death or near it for
any one, aud as long as I’m satisfied I
don’t see what difference the size of my
washings ought to mako to any one
else.” And with this the officious
and would-be inquisitivo neighbor was
forced to retire discomSted.
Phrosy went to the picnic under Mrs.
Jenkins’ protecting wing (one of Mrs.
Miller's whilom cronies consenting glad¬
ly to como and spend the day with hor)
and she had on a fresh pink lawn and
ribbons to match and looked for all the
world like a pencil-blossom.
The picnic was near tho “old Brad¬
bury ranch” and its new owner—:i tall,
sun-burned, masterful young fellow
with a plain, sensible face and a pair of
eyes that seemed to Phrosy tho kindest
that she had ever seen—made them wel¬
come to his home and was as hospitable
as a tun Californian always is; and
some way Phrosy was shyly conscious,
after the first, that those kind eyes
looked a trifle more kindly upon her
than they did upon some of the more
noticeable girls.
Phrosy was always one of the useful
ones, aud when it foil to her lot to
oversee the arrangement of the lunch
her new acquaintance very quietly dis¬
engaged himself from the others and
devoted himself to hor assistance, aud
Ben Miller, looking on from adistancc,
saw and approved.
“Phrosy’s worth her weight in gold,”
he said to himself, “and Ddton is just
the kind of a follow that sho ought to
have. I’d give four bits to have it turn
out that way.’’
That night Phrosy es mo home tired
but radiant. John Dalton had har¬
nessed up his two-horse team aud
brought part of tho picnickers down to
the village himself, “just to be socia¬
ble,” he had said ; and ho had invit ed
her to sit beside him on the front seat,
and ho had, moreover, told Bon that he
was coming down to play him a game
of checkers now and then when the
evenings got a little longer.
What wonder was it that the world
seemed rose-colored to Phrosy? and
what wonder was it that when John
Dalton—not waiting for the evenings to
lengthen perceptibly—made his appear¬
ance in her homo and, after making
friends with her mother, proceeded to
devote himself especially to that lady’s
daughter, that she thought herself the
happiest girl in the world. Only one
thing shadowed hor heart. Supposing
that he should be angry when he found
out that the shirts, which still came,
through Mrs. Jenkins, to that mysteri¬
ous “old woman” wore her task, and
that he was making lovo to his washer¬
woman? That fear made her almost
cowardly after sho began to feel that
she was growing to care for this quiet,
manly, young fellow as she had never
cared for any one else before; and al¬
though she knew that she must tell him
someday, she put that day off as long
as possible and grew, girl- fashion, as
nervous and feverish and miserable as
possible over her innocent little secret,
until even her mother noticed that
Phrosy was “fretting” as she called it,
and wondered thereat.
One day, John Dalton brought mat¬
ters to a focus by simply and seriously
asking Phrosy if she could make up her
mind to come to him, and let him take
care of her as he had longed to do ever
since ho first met her.
“I think that I fell in lovo with you
at first sight,” he said, in his straight¬
forward way, “and ever since then I
have been hoping that you would let
me make things easier for you some
day. Do you care for me enough to be
wife, Phrosy? ’
my
Poor Phrosy!—she blushed and hesi¬
tated and then put out her hands like a
frightened child.
“I—I am afraid I do,’’ she faltered,
“but first I must tell you about—about
the shirts!”
John Dalton was mystified, but cer¬
tainly there was nothing about shirts
that could separate them, lie prisoned
the pleading hands lovingly and smiled
down into her blushing face. “Never
mind the shirts,” he said, “Ben must
get some one else to do his up for the
future; and, as for me, you’ll never
have any trouble about mine, for there
is a nico old woman who does tnino up
liko now—you couldn’t get the jolt
away from her if you wanted to, mj
dear. ”
Phrosy’s faco was a sight to see now,
between laughing nnd crying, orabar-
rassrflent anti half-frightened amuse¬
ment. “Oh, Johu Dalton!’’- she said,
pushing him away very feebly, “you’ll
never want to marry mo now, for it
isn’t Ben’s shirts I am thinking of at
all—it’s yours; aud I—I nevor meant to
deceive you at all, but I wan tod a new
dress so badly, at first; aud thou, after¬
wards, it was such an oaiy way to earn
a little, and it helped niong so. Please
don’t bo angry, and please don’t laugh,
but Pm tho ‘nice old woman,’ John,
and I am very sorry!”
* * *
riuosy Miller is Mrs. John Dalton
now, and is as happy as possible in hot
lovely home, whore her mother has
grown strong and well, and whoro Ben
has always a room and place of his own.
Sho doesn’t “do up” shirts at all now,
for tho babies claim her attention; but
as her husband’s linen is always itn-
mnculato it is to bo supposed that some
other “nico old woman’’ has boon
found who gives satisfaction in that
line.— The Hvusclo if a.
Can Fish Smell and Taste?
Vision aud hearing in fish being tho
senses most important tctfhc, angler in
his water sports, those next in value
are smell and taste. Tho possession of
these by fish seems to be a disputed
point. They have evidently tasto in a
modified degree, as they will reject tho
artificial lure if the barb cf the hook
is not immediately imbcddcl in their
flesh; but, on tho other hand, they
will take a leather or rubber imitation
of tiie natural bait with .is much gusto
as a live minnow or bug—hence tho
question is a see-saw one.
Fish, no doubt, in common with
other animals, have the instinct of dan¬
ger developed almost to the quality of
reason; and it is no bar ;o tho truth of
this to argue that, because a
fish will take the bait wilu a half dozen
broken hooks in its mouth, it follows
a brutish appetite that is blind to dan¬
ger, for, look you, bo ye an angler or a
butcher, that stomach of yours i; death
to you every day of your life; that
smoking dish, be jt a red herring or
canvasback duck, is causing you to
mako rapid strides graveward, and you
kuow it; an 1 yet you gorge yourself
every day upon your favorite dish.
It ill becomes a man to argue that,
because an animal cannot control its
appetite, it has not the lordly gift of
reason. To sum up:
Can a fish tasle? Certainly—ho spits
out h;s artificial bait.
Can a fish smell? Aye, there’s tho
rub; yet why tho anointed lures so
prized by old anglers and many modern
ones?
This fact, however, is sure; fish are
susceptible to anger and jealousy; for
wo have seen them fight, and wo all
know how tiger- liko in combat salmon
and trout aro on their spawning bods.
—New York News.
Spectacles.'
Spectacle wearers, especially elderly
people, frequently imagine that specta¬
cles with large glasses are preferable tc
those with smaller glasses. There is
but one advantage in using largo glasses,
which is, when the spcctaclo frame
doos not fit the face so that the centre
of the lenses do not come opposite to
tho pupil of tho eyes. Three-quarters
0 f one inch is plenty large enough if
the lenses are set in a frame that
causes their centres to come opposite
to tho pupil for the following reason;
In tho first place, the glasses being
small, they can be much thinner, a
very decided advantage ; secondly, only
about one-quarter of an inch of glass
can be used, because we eaniiot see dis¬
tinctly through a glass, except we look
straight through, and not obliquely,
henco all spectacles and eyeglasses
should be worn at tho same angle that
we generally hold the print or the paper
which we arc reading or writing upon;
thirdly, a great many.rays of light pass
from behind over our shoulder, fall on
the glass, and arc reflected in the eye,
without having passed through tin
glass.
The Boys Are Attached.
The Lawrence churches have a system
of interchangeable girls. When one
church gives an entertainment each of
the other churches lends a ? iriri or so tc
help the festivities along, his secures
the. floating trade of a dozen or so young
meu who arc attached to no church but
who are attached to tho girls.— Law¬
rence {Kan.) Journal.
He Saved Himself in Time.
Ella—I kuow I am ugly but I lovo
you, Erast us. I have $20,000 a year.
Will you marry me?
Erastus—Yes, darling, I’d marry you
if you were twice as ugly—as you think
you are, my beautiful fciruic.
USEFUL CROWS.
Utilized in Omaha as Scavengers
and Weather Prophets.
Recognition of Their Services
by the Authorities.
An article lias been going the rounds
tho press regarding the great scav¬
of Omaha—tho crows. The ar-
ticlo is correct, Hut it doos not tell one-
half of tho peculiarities of tho situa¬
tion. The home of the crows, or to
put it more correctly, their roost, is on
“tho island,” a sandbar of some thirty
or forty acres locatod- about one ntiio
north of tho cily. It is cut off from
the river by a change in the channel,
and although on tho west side of the
river, it lies within tho Iowa boundary.
This islatfd is covered witli a thick un¬
dergrowth and hr willow nml water
birch trees of several years’ growth.
Ilero the crows have been congregating
for a number of years past. Dining the
daytime there me but fow to be seen
about the island,except a scattering con¬
tingent seemingly left bohind to act as
seutinols. But from sundown to sunrise
thcro are thousands upon thousands of
them on the island, and until (he shades
of night finally closo tho commotion
about tho place is exceedingly great.
As soon as daylight appears the noiso
begins again, each particular crow seem¬
ing to clamor his very loudest as if with
tho object of roducing his neighbor to
silence. Then as the sun uproars his
head over the Iowa bluffs tire roost
breaks up into small parties of about a
score, which start off in all directions
to forage. Some of tho -crows spen 1
the day in the back yards and alloys of
tho city and even in the sheets of the
quieter parts and make away with all
kinds of edible refine. In fact, they
aro tho most careful scavengers tho city
has, and tho local authorities have rec¬
ognized their services in this particular
by'placing on the statute-books n law
making sacred tho life of the crows and
upholding their “caws" in lolteraswoH
as in spirit.
Others of tho crows visit South
Omaha with the same intent. The
packing-house there, however, turn out
little refuse, as pretty nearly eveiything
excepting the horns of the steer and the
squeal of the pig is utilized on the spot.
Other parties of birds invadt tho sur¬
rounding country for roilci around, to
come back again at night to their favor¬
ite roosting-place.
J of J Hill, an old character who lives
in a small house on the northern part oi
the island, has found a new use for tiie
crows. A long and persistent study of
their habits and instincts hai convinced
him that the crow is tho most compe¬
tent and reliable weather prophet in ex¬
istence. Hill told the writer a short
time ago that he could toll what the
weather was going to bo twenty-four or
forty-eight hours ahead as easily as
though ho had the full Signal Service
reports. In fact, he says he has surer
information than the Signal Servico
men, for they frequently err, whilo
his crows never fail to tell the
truth. “Why,” said lie, “every timo
we have a cold east storm you will
see these crows rise up in a body and
take themsolvo3 over tho hill yonder
into the sheltered Papio valley, nnd
they will remain there until the back¬
bone of the storm is broken and then
como back, telling mo that clearing
weather is at hand. If there is a cold
sleet or snow storm coming from tiie
west or northwest, they will move across
the river and take up quarters on tiie
cast side of tho Iowa bluffs. The other
day, before wo had the frost, I noticed
the crows fluttering around in a peculiar
manner, and just before sunset they
moved over to the swamp along C’ui-off
lake. I at once knew that there wis
going to he colder weal her, aud that
the crows were seeking a warmer placo
near the water. They have plenty of
other ways of telling me what to expect
in the way of weather, and really I
have got so used to them that I would
be lost if they were to move their quar¬
ters. ”
The old man is likely, however, to
his pels, as the island, which has
never been built up, because of the fear
that the Missouri river might some day
take a notion to return to its old chan,
ncl, is soon to be occupied by railroad
yards.— N. Y. Tr.bune.
Keeping Up With the Supply.
Freddie K. aged five, contractcii the
habit of eating his food very rapidly.
Repeated scoldings failed to correct tlie
habit. F.nally his mother one day an¬
grily said :
“Freddie, what makes you eat so
fast?”
With a mouthful of food, and with¬
out stopping for an instant in Ids mas¬
ticatory operations, tho youngster mum¬
bled :
“’Tausc I want to see what's turning
next .”—'Detroit Tribune.
scientific sours.
Human life is estimated to hare
lengthened twenty-fivo per cent, during
tho last half-century.
A famous German physician says that
moro Americans kill thomsclvos by eat
ing too fast than by all other diseases
combined.
Copier of rare books and editions are
now manufactured in Germany nnd
Franco by moans of a chemical procoss,
Tho fac-similes arc good, but their
durability is uncertain.
A region whoro buffaloes aro increas¬
ing, nnd that at a rapid rate, is North
Austialia. Specimens of tho wild buf¬
falo wore introduced in 1S29, and vast
herds aro said to bo now wandering
over tho country.
A chemical compound, it is said, has
boon discovered in England which, ii
sprinkled on coal whilo it is being
burned, will prevent smoko, and a largo
company has been formed in London to
utilize tho smokeless patent.
Tho oldest mark of human lifo is
believed to bo a flint idol recently
brought up from a depth of 320 feet by
a saud-pump near Boise City, Idaho,
nnd now in tho possession of Professor
G. Frederick Wright of Obcrlin col¬
lege.
Tho flooding of a Fiji plantation by
an unusually high tide lately resulted in
tho important discovery that disease of
bananas may be prevented, and a
healthy growth secured iu youug plants,
by tho application of sea-water to the
ground,
Tho skin of a corpse has boon success¬
fully transplanted to a livtng person by
Dr. Bat tens. Upon the legs of a scalded
boy were placed twenty eight small
grafts, takcu from the body of a luna¬
tic who died about twenty minutes be¬
fore, and of these twenty-four united.
It is next to incredlblo that surgeons
performing tho familiar operation of
laparotomy should leave foreign sub¬
stances in the abdomen, and yet this is
so frequently done that good practi¬
tioners make it an invariable rule to
count their instruments before and after
tbe operation.
A fact which is well worth knowing,
especially in tho winter, is that the
formation of steam on glass is pre¬
vented by a thin coat of glycerine on
both sidos of tho glass. This is very
useful knowledge for sailors, and also
for surveyors who hnvo to use their in¬
struments in foggy weather.
In view of tiro wholo--a!o doforesling
of many parts of the country, it is sat¬
isfactory to know that, steel is super¬
seding wood in many industries, O.
this one of the latest illustrations is a
steel wheel for a carriage, and many of
tho leading carriage mami'ucturcn say
that it is a matter of only a short time
whenwoodon wheels will be a curiosity,
as good lumber for wheels is becoming
so scarce that its use will, perforce, he
abandoned.
Ill-Fitting Shoos.
An old uncle of mine, living iq
Brooklyn, says a New Yorker, lias very
small feet for a “six-footer,” and has
always been proud of them to the ex¬
tent of wearing the smallest shoo that
his shoemaker can fit to them. He is a
physician and ought to know what
proper iu tho matter. I said to him
one day:
“Don’t you wear pretty tight shoes?”
“I wear shoes that tit well,” he ro-
plied.
“They don’t hurt you, then?”
“No, I should not wear anything that
was uncomfortable; I’m too fond of
walking for that.”
“Aren’t troubled with corns, then,
suppose?” had since I
“No, haven’t a corn
a boy. I am of opinion that a
that fits snugly all over is less likely to
givo trouble than ono that is compara¬
tively loose and out of proportion
the foot. 11
An ill-fitting pair of shoos generally
gives the wearer trouble because of
uncompensated pressure at two
site paints, the first joint of the
toe and the articulation of the
toe with the metatarsal bone, says
writer. Between these tho foot
widest, and hero the shoo may pinch,
although largo and loose
else. Then, too, in walking the al¬
terations of pressure and friction ex-
pcricnced in wearing such shoes final¬
ly produce a corn on the outer
of the little toe, or on both that
the great toe joint.
Looking Forward.
“Father, what on eartli induced
to buy such a picture as this? It is
more daub, and you can’t tell which
the bottom of it and whigli tho top.”
t ‘ That’s very true, my daughter,
don’t know whether the picture
sents a sunset view or a sioriu at sea,
but the artist may get famous in
to come, and then we can sell the
picture for a fortune. ”
NO. I,
Old Songs.
Over ami over again,
In every time and tongue,
In every stylo and strain
Have the world’s old songs been sung! -
Sinco the sigh from the soul was stirred,
Since the heart of a man was broken,
Have tho notes of despair been heard
And tho rythm of pain beenspoken.
The soiig that yon sing today,
Sweet on the printed pages,
Was sung in the far away,
In the youth of the worn-out ages;
The charm of your love-bom tune,
The gems that your lines uncover,
Were set in some savage tuho
By the heart of some pagan lover.
Tho fancies that fill your rhymes,
Tho visions that haunt your lays,
Are tho spectres of olden times
And the ghosts of forgotten days;
Ye players on notes of woe,
Ye dreamers of lovo and sorrow,
They sang in tho years ago
The songs you will sing to-morrow.
But what if tho rhymes are new,
And what if the thoughts are old,
If the touch of the chord be truo
And the flight of .he singer bold!
Bet them come to us still again,
To-morrow and yet hereafter,
Fresh as a morning's rain,
Old as the sob nnd tho laughter.
HUMOROUS.
A flourishing man—Tho professor of
penmanship.
“Aro those your paternal estates?”
“No, they are my aunt hills.”
Why not cad a balloon a tramp? It
has no visible moans of support.
First Cucumber—I’m in bad shape.
Second Cucumber—You do look seedy.
Tho eaglo is dear to the Amefican
heart, but the doublo caglo is twice as
dear.
Tito monkey goes to tho sunny sidq of
the tree when lie wants a wanner
climb.
Fust Aspen Loaf—What’s the matter?
8;cond Aspen Leaf—Oh, I’m all of a
tremble.
Old Lady (fo clerk in general store)
—Young man, I want some powder.
Clerk—*-Yes, ’m, boy or girl?
Tho sentence “Ten dollars or thirty
days” is another proof of the truth of
tiie adage that time is monoy.
Tiio Philosopher at the Boarding¬
house— 1 ‘Mrs. Brown, am I so very
large today, or is it tiie slice of bread
that is so small?”
Wo know men who insist at every
point upon beating their way through
life, but we observe that they all draw
the line at a carpet.
Stanley has taught the Africans some¬
thing about exploration, but lie has not
taught them how to spell. The names
of some of tho placos lie has visited
would break a II issian’s jaw.
How the Trout Was Untight.
Otis Goddard of East Hill, walked
into Blakoslcy, Penn., the other day
to have his oxen shod. While wait¬
ing in the blacksmith shop, Urn brawny
young back woodsman told this fish
story, declaring that Jack ifuyner,
who was with him when ho caught
the trout, would swear to every word
of his statement. For months God¬
dard had tried to land a wily old
trout that lurked in on ; of tho deep
pools in Tobyhanna Creek. Ho had
angled, ho said, with flies, grasshop¬
pers, worms, minnows and other kinds
of bait, but lie couldn’t get tho big
trout to notice any of them. He had
scon tho cunning speckled fellow timo
and again and lie wanted him ever so
much. Oao day in July he caught a
little elect- mouse in tiie pasture, and
he stuck his hook through the loose
skin on the mouse’s neck and threw
it into tho pool, it w.n a lively
swimmer, but it hadn't swam six feet
bnforo the trout gobbled it with a
dash that sent lib snout out of tho
water. That win an unfortunate move
for tho trout, because within live sec¬
onds Goddard had h m flapping 011
dry land, with his hat over tho fight¬
ing beauty. The trout weighed two
pounds nnd fourteen ounces, Goddard
declared.
The Triumphs of Surgery.
A remarkable instance of surgical
progress which occurred iu tbe practice
of Prof, von Bergmann of Berlin the
ether day is reported. The Professor
had two patients who were simultane¬
ously brought to him for operations,
one requiring amputation of the thigh
at the hip joint, the other needing a
portion of the humerus removod on ac¬
count of the bone Icing extensively
diseased. The first operation to bo
done was the amputation, and imme¬
diately afterwards the surgeon pro¬
ceeded to excise the diseased portion of
the humerus. The result of this latter
procedure was necessarily to make a
gap in the bone, but a piece of tho
thigh hone w:t3 taken from the limb
which had just been amputated aud
fixed in tho gap, by which tho con¬
tinuity of tho humerus was completely
restored. Perfect union took place,
and the patient recovered with a tisdftl!
arm .—Pall Mall Gazette.