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VOL. I.
“The Wind’s Way.”
I whisper all day to the rushes,
I ruffle the smooth-flowing strew,
And borrow from cloud-lund and sunlight
Their shadow and beam.
I hurry through grain field and forest,
O'er valley and high mountain chain;
Their saltness and sweetness I gather
From meadow and main.
The secrets I murmur are many,
As sadly or blithely I blow,
Yet wbat I reveal to the river
No mortal may know.
A DIAMOND RING.
“Oh, Miss Bilbo,” chirped the city
boarder, “I’m so sorry to trouble
yon!”
“My name is Betsy Bilbo,” said the
tall young woman in the blue domes¬
tic gingham gown and the hat of home
braided straw, who stood leaning
against the past .re bars, with a brim¬
ming pail of ripe huckleberries on her
arm, “And you needn’t (rouble to put
my ‘Miss’ in front of it.”
It would he impossible to imagine
my stronger contrast than existed be¬
tween Betsy Bilbo, with the corn-col-
ored hair, the ridge of sunburn across
her nose, and the red, shapclesg hands,
and the city hoarder.
The city hoarder looked with pretty
curiosity at this country specimen who
“did” for six cows, a hundred young
turkeys, a bed-ridden father and a pair
of oxen. Betsy, in her turn, stared
back at Tillie Paterson, with her pink-
and-white complexion, dainty cambric
gown and Avhite tennis shoes.
“Wears a diamond ring that cost a
hundred dollars, as 1 am told,”
thought Betsy, “and goes to bed every
night in a complexion mask! Oh,
Lord!”
“Yon see,” explained Miss Paterson,
“we’re all going up the mountain to
see a fortune-teller,” and she giggled,
graceful Ij'.
“Humph!” commented Betsy. “The
fools ain’t all dead yet!”
“And,” Tillie added, “we shall stop
to pick flowers and huckleberries on
the way down, and I’ve been such an
awfully silly goose as to wear my
ring. And if you'll allow me to leave
it with you until I come hack, it will
be such a favor!”
She drew the glittering stone from
her finger and held it toward Betsy
Bilbo.
An oblique ray of sunshine scintil¬
lated through its facets.
Betsy winked hard. It dazzled her.
“I have no patent safes nor lock-
cupboards,” said she, “but I’ll take
the best care I can of it.”
She fished in the depths of her gown
pocket and brought up a rusty leather
purse, in which she deposited the ring.
“There 1” said she. “It’ll be all
right.”
“So much obliged,” cooed the city
bo rder.
“Kindly welcome,” retorted Betsy,
making a lunge at a recalcitrant calf
who was contemplating an inroad into
the vegetable garden.
“Such an outlandish-looking crea¬
ture! ’ whispered Tillie to her friend,
Miss Bates. “But all the same, Pm
glad I left tho ring with her. It’s
very valuable, and it fits iny finger
rather loosely, arid in these gipsy
camps there's no telling what might
happen.”
“Such a scarecrow!” Betsy Bilbo
told her father, as she carried up the
pail of huckleberries to show him.
“A hat like a black saucer turned up¬
side down, and white shoes, and a
waistcoat for all tho world like a
man’s!”
Old Aaron Bilbo viewed the huckle¬
berries with delight.
“Seems a powerful long time since I
had a huckleberry pie,” said lie. “Join’
to hake one, Betsy ?”
Betsy nodded.
“A real old-fashioned one,” said she.
“Such as mother used to make.”
Old Aaron chuckled.
“How’s the red calf?” said he, so¬
licitously.
“Glowin’ like all possessed, father.”
“And the last brood of Muscovy
ducklings? ’
“They couldn’t he doin’better.”
“And the blanket cow that was ail¬
in’?”
“Oh, she’s all right again, father.”
“Has Milo Dickson been here to see
about buyin’ them oxen, Betsy? anx¬
iously inquired the old man, after a
brief silence.
Betsy nodded.
“Yes,” said she; “but he ain’t will¬
in’ to give but $60 for ’em. I told him
up and down I wouldn’t sell at that
price. We can do better to hire ’em
out by the day.”
Once more Aaron Bilbo chuckled.
“I always said you’d ought to been
a man,” said he. “Yes, yes, Betsy,
you’re right. You always was right,
Betsy.”
“Oh,look here, father!” said Betsy,
suddenly bethinking herself of a new
way to amuse the invalid, “Wouldn’t
you like to see a diamond?”
THH ENTERPRISE.
“A—which, Betsy?”
i> A diamond,” explained the daugh¬
ter—“a diamond ring!”
“I’ve read about ’em in the papers,”
slowly uttered the old man. “But I
dun know as 1 ever seen one, oh?
Where on earth did you get it, Betsy?
Land o' Goshen! how it sparkles, for
all the world like a drop o’ dew with
the sun on it!”
And Betsey related to him the talc
of how she was temporarily officiating
as a Safe Deposit Company.
A troubled wrinkle came betweeu
the old man’s grizzled brows.
• ‘But hadn’t you orter to lock it up
in the kitchen cupboard, Belsy?” said
lie.
“Can’t,” Betsy answered. “Lock’s
broken.”
“Put it in the cracked teapot on tho
top dresser shelf,” said Aaron, “where
your mother used to keep her silver
money.”
“Oh, I guess it’s safo enough here!’’
returned Betsy, once more fastening
her leather purse with a snapping
sound,
“There was a tramp stole Jeliiel
Hall’s jack-knife off 1 the kitchen win¬
der-sill last week,” said Aaron.
“I slian’t leave this on the window¬
sill,” observed Betsy, drily.
“And that there fortune-tellin’ gang
o’ gipsies up the mountain don’t bear
no very good name.”
“I guess they’ll let me alone, if I let
them alone,” shrewdly remarked
Betsy. Now, father, I’m goin’ down
staii '3 to make the huckleberry-pie,
and then I’ll dig some new beets and
catch a chicken for tomorrow’s din¬
ner. And—”
“But about that diamond ring,
Betsy,” feebly quavered the old man.
“I shan’t take no comfort if I’m a-
fancyin’ all tho while fiat it’s lost.”
With a quick, though not unkindly
hand, Betsy raised the feather pillow
under her father’s head, and slipped
the discolored leather purse beneath
it.
“There it is, father,” said she.
“You can look after it yourself nOAV.”
“That’8 a deal better place for it,
Betsy,” said old Aaron, contentedly.
And lie dozed off into a slumber,
while Betsy went to roll out pie-paSte
and pull young beets for dinner.
“Eh!” It seemed as if he had been
sleeping for hours and hours, when a
loose board creaked ou the floor, and
a shadow fell across the noon bright¬
ness of the room. “Eh! What!
Who's that?”
“It’s me, Neighbor Bilbo!” a plaus¬
ible voice made reply.
“Who’s me?”
“John Jones.”
“I dunno who you be,” stammered
the old man. “I don’t know no John
Joneses.”
Instinctively his wrinkled fingers
fumbled for tho precious gem beneath
his pillow; a cold sweat broke out
upon his forehead, while his heart
seemed to stand still.
“I’m Obadiah Joneses’ nephew. Up
to Lark Farm!” explained the stran¬
ger.
“You may he, and you mayn’t,”
said the old man, resolved to sell his
treasure only with his life, and sir
cretly wondering how lie could best
summon Betsy to the rescue, “Didn’t
you see my darter nowhores round the
place?”
“No, sir, I didn’t,” said John Jones,
drawing nearer to the bedside, “L
kind o’ knocked and hollered, hut no¬
body didn’t answer, and so 1 made
bold to step upstairs.”
Aaran looked hard at his visitor.
lie was a tall, slouchy young man,
with profusely-pomatumed hair, a
gaudy neck-scarf, and cuffs much too
large for his freckled paws of hands.
His gray-green eyes moved restlessly
to and fro, and Ills handkerchief
smelled of cheap cologne.
“A confidence man,” said old Bilbo,
to himself, “Folks lias somehow
heard of that diamond, and I’m goin’
to be garroted and robbed! ’
lie mustered up sufficient courage,
however, to say, boldly:
“And what’s your business with me,
sir?”
John Jones sidled still nearer to the
wooden bedstead.
“I’m a-goin’ to ask you, sir,” said
he, rolling his uneasy eyes about, “to
lemme hev the greatest treasure you
possess.” broke out tin old
A cold dew on
man’s upper lip; his face reddened.
“You won’t git it; that’s flat!” said
he.
“Might I venture, sir—’
“No, you mightn’t!”said Aaron.
And lifting up his voice with
desperation of a great emergency, he
bawled aloud:
“Bet—sy! Be-ee-et-sy! Help!
Murder! Thieves! Robbers!”
So loudly did be call that Betsy, in
the deeps of the back cellar, where
she was drawing a jug of cider
heard the call, and hastened to
CAItNESVILLE, GA„ FRIDAY, JULY 18.181I0.
to it, with the poker in ono hand and
a saucepan of boiling hot water in tho
other.
“Get out of this, you!” shouted
Betsy, coming like an Amazon to tho
fra y. “Ain’t you 'shamed o’ yourself,
robbiii’ and murderin’ a poor, helpless
old man? Get out, I say, or I’ll scald
you to death!”
Betsy Bilbo’s appearance, as sho
screamed out those words, was more
that of an avenging fury than a mod¬
ern maiden, and John Jones lied pre¬
cipitately before her, never pausing
until he stood breathless among the
tender young chives ami parsley roots
in tho garden patch below, having ig-
nominiously tumbled over the well
c urb in his flight.
“Thank goodness,” said old Aaron,
drawing a long breath, “tho diamond
ring is safe! I thought one time he’d
hcv it sure.”
“Did ho try to grab it, father?” said
Betsy. “'Well, I declare!”
“N-no, I can’t say as he ezaekly tried
to grab it,” unwillingly admitted tho
old man, “hut I’m ’most sartin ho was
going to. I never was so glad to see
nobody in my life ns I was to see you,
Betsy.”
“Why, father,” said Betsy, looking
intently out of the window, “he’3 a-
sfanding there yeti Why don’t he go?
I’ll clear him off the premises, or I’ll
know the reason why!”
With hurried and determined step,
she took her way down to the spot
where the descendant of Obadiah Jones
of Lark Farm was sorrowfully rubbing
his knee joint.
“Come!” said she. “What are you
sfandin’here for? Why don’t you—
Bless my soul, if it ain’t John Jones!”
“Yes, it’s me,” said John Jones.
“Took to highway robbery, eh? and
figlitin’ bed-ridden old men?” cried
“You!”
“I liain't robbed no one, and I
hain’t font nobody,” said John Jones.
“I jest asked your pa for permission
to come and see you Sunday nighty
and lie hollered out like mad and you
come running in with a sa’cepan o’
boilin’ water and the poker.”
“And you run away!” sneered
Betsy.
“I couldn’t do nothin’ else!” sighed
the swain—“could I?”
A faint flush rose to Betsy’s sun¬
burned checks. She balanced herself
first on one foot and then on the
o her.
If she was partial to anybody, it
was to John Jones.
(‘John,” hazarded she, “it was a
misunderstandin’!”
“It had that look,” said John, still
rubbing his bruised knee.
“Father's sort o’ deaf, you know,
but he’d a spoke up different if he’d
a-knowed it was you,” said Betsey.
“And I wa3 that skeered 1 never
stopped to recognize yon.”
“Humph!” observed John Jones.
“You ain’t goin’, he you, John?”
John Jones came to a dead stand¬
still among the chives and the holly¬
hocks.
“Not if you ask me to stay, Bet¬
sey.”
So John Jones stayed to dinner,
duly partaking of tho huckleberry pie
and the fried chicken, and Betsy
showed him the diamond ring which
had been at the bottom of all his
troubles.
“It is a sparkler, ain’t it?” said he.
But, nevertheless, the whole house¬
hold experienced a sensation of relief
when Miss Paterson called for the
ring, and their ordeal of guardianship
was at an end.—[Saturday Night.
An Elephant’s Self-Denial.
While in England Captain Marryat,
the novelist, was intensley interested
in the devotion and self-denial of a
huge elephant. The beast was defend¬
ing himself from swarms of mosqui¬
toes, using a large branch to keep them
from the crannies and cracks of his
thick hide. His persecutors were still
annoying him greatly, as avas evident
from his motion*, when his keeper ap¬
peared with a little child. This he
laid down before the animal, saying:
“Watch it!” and walked away. The
elephant immediately broke off a small
whisk from the large bcugh, and, in¬
stead of fanning himself, directed his
attention to driving away every mos¬
quito from the infant. He continusd
this until the keeper returned two hours
after, thus setting, though a brute, an
example of devotion which few meu
would have intimated.
Used to Roughing It.
Foreign Visitor—“Don’t you think
the United States should have a great
navy, to cope with the battle-ships 01
other powers in case of war?”
American—“Huh! With one half
the country annually swept by floods
and the other half continually being
kicked up by cyclones, what would we
care for a mere bombardment?”—[New
York Weekly,
DESERT VICTIMS.
GKL’ISOMK RKLICS FROM COL¬
ORADO’S SKA OF LAND.
Daring Fortuaa-Huaters Who Porished
v of Thirst.
It is not generally known that a
considerable number of men each year
lose their lives while crossing an
American d serf, yet such is the iase.
On my desk as l write, wearing my
liat rakishly cocked over its polished
forehead, and on its jaws a perpetual
grin, is the skull of some wandering
fortune-hunter who doubtless died of
the thirst-agony. Like a score of other
skulls and skeletons'found in the samls
of the same Colorado desert this year
there is nothing to tell anything of
whoever it was who used this empty
hone ns a b rain casket.
A “desert-man” who recently re¬
turned from a prospecting trip brought
in this skull, which he stumbled over,
as a memento. The coyotes, the sun
and the sand have cleaned and pol¬
ished it until it looksas if prepared fo •
a doctor’s study, hut if Hie tongueless
mouth could only speak what a story it
could tell of wandering over burning
sands under a merciless, consuming
sun, of a lost road, of cracked throat
and swollen tongue, of delirium, and
at last of merciful death. Colonel I).
K. Allen, a civil engineer and com¬
mander of a corps of prospectors in
the service of the Mexican Coloniza¬
tion Company, of Baja, Cal., who have
been looking for cOal fields through
the desert country, estimates that last
winter a score of people mot their
death from thirst and heat, and men¬
tions a number of ghastly discoveiies.
One of the most striking of these
gruesome finds was made by Colonel
Allen in tho lower bend of New
River. lie here catne across a buck-
hoard standing alone in the sands
without a horso or person in sight.,
He left the trail and rode over to
where the -vehicle stood, and foui.d
that it was loaded with all the articles
necessary for a comfortable camping
trip, except one, the most essential—
that is water. An expensivo set of
harness was found on the ground near
by, and a little search resulted in find¬
ing the skeletons of two horses. The
ropes they had been picketed with
still encircled the bones of their necks
and were attached to the stakes.
Two valises full of fine clothes,
plenty of provisions, and other articles
were on the huckboard, hut not a scrap
of paper nor a letter was discovered
which could give any clew to the own¬
ers’ identity, or where they came
from, save that most of the coats bore
the names of London tailors. No trace
of the travelers Avas then found, hut a
few days later George Millard of
Catnpo, while traveling wi.hin a short
distance of the same spot, found two
skeletons cleaned by the elements and
insects, contorted in peculiar positions
indicative of the thirst agony and de¬
lirium previous to death. These were
evidently the remains of the owners of
the huckboard, hut ho more informa¬
tion was found. So it is with mo t of
these desert tragedies; seldom is it
that the elements leave anything which
will tell the story save dead men’s
hones.
Cupidity, arising from a peculiar
source, has doubtless been tho occasion
of several of them desert tragedies.
The War Department formerly kept
in service a telegraph line extending
across the desert from Yuma to San
Diego, hut recently abandoned it evi¬
dently not considering it worth the
labor to remove the wire and poles.
A number of persons living near the
border of the desert, taking advantage
of this flotsam and jetsam on the sea
of sand, have been engag d for some
time in digging up the poles ami
using them for lu nber and fencing.
As tho telegrftph line did not follow
the wagon trail, it was neecssury for
tho pole-hunting parties to wander
from the regular line of travel, and
several of these foragers are believed
so to have lost their lives.-—[New
York Tribune.
A Study in Views.
Yabsley—I believe you told mo you
took your wedding trip through the
Yosemite valley, You must have
seen a great many views worthy of
admiration.
Wickwire—M-m, I don’t know.
You see my wife was developing so
many views on domestic authority
about then that I did not have time to
study any other kind.—[Terre Haute
Express.
A Spreading Habit.
“I see that the chewing-gum habit is
spreading.”
“I should judge so. I found a big
hunk attached to my coat when I rose
from ray seat in tjie car yesterday.’’—
rlLmler’f Bazar. , _
Trapping Eels on Dry I.ami.
It has always been affirmed by old
professional fishermen, and by some
Datura i.rts, that eels have (he ability lo
leave the water ami travel long dis¬
tances oir land. It is said that the
slippery coating of slimo that encases
eels is for tho purpose of lubrication
when they are squirming their way on
overland journeys. Jerry Gorman of
Fpper Blocks, a well-known Dolownro
Hirer fisherman, now conics to the
front with a story which he sa> s proves
that eels can get over the ground as
well us through water.
Gorman has this spring, after getting
his share of shad nights at the fishery
tie is interested in, cleaned two or
three for his own use at a spring
about 200 feet from <lie river shore,
throwing tho heads and other refuse
on the ground. The first morning lie
found that all the refuso of the shad
had been eaten or carried away during
the night. lie noticed tortuous trac¬
ings in the sand between the spot and
the river, and at first thought the re¬
fuse had been eaten by water snakes,
which made the tracks in the sand.
On the second or third day he
changed tiis mind, and concluded that
the tracks were made by eels that came
up out of the river and ate the shad
heads and entrails. To test his theory
he placed the refuse of his fish in on
eel pot the other night and set the pot
at least 20 feet farther from the river
than the spring is, The next morning
he went to his trap and found 10 big,
fat eels flopping around in it. He be¬
lieves that he is the first man on rec¬
ord to trap cels oil dry land.— [New
York Sun.
A Gamecock Whips a Tiger.
A correspondent of the London Fan¬
ciers’ Gazette relates, as an instance oi
the courage of gamecocks, the follow¬
ing fact communicated by an officer
now in the American navy: “Sailing
from Trincomali, on hoard tho An-
chises for London, we had a large
consignment of wild beasts for Mr.
Jamracli, for the feeding of which lie
had taken in a large number of live
poultry. On hoard there was a tiger
so fierce and savage that lie would
take the second snap at tho redhot bar,
and the sailors named him the Demon.
Among the poultry one of the jungle
cocks played havoc with the other
cocks and became so bold as to fly at
the sailors’ caps when teasing him.
At last lie put his sharp 6purs
through a man’s hand, and was doom¬
ed to visit the Demon’s cage. The
tiger put his paw toward the bird in a
stealthy manner, when quick as light¬
ning, the cock sent his spurs into it,
and for a few inin'ites the tiger licked
his paw; then, reaching out his nose
until it got in close proximity with the
bird, Hie spurs were dashed info the
tiger’s nose, from which tho blood
trickled, and, with a muffled growl of
rage, the tiger retreated to (lie furthest
corner of the cage. The sailors sent
up a cheer at the victory and determin¬
ed to bring tho game bird to England,
but it died before reaching the chan¬
nel.”
How to Take (tare of a Watch.
The following may he laken as
fundamental maxims in t ie care of a
watch, says the Youth’s Companion:
Do not let a watch run down, but
wind it regularly at a fixed time each
day; set your watch by and compare
it with a reliable regulation; hold the
watch still when winding it; never
shake a watch violently; never meddle
with the works; never carry your
watch near an electrical machine; do
not let your watch run more than two
years without cleaning; never put
your watch in (he hands of a poor
workman; if your watch stops, see
whether it has run down, and if it
has, wind and set. it; if it has not run
down, see whether tho hands have
caught; if they have, by using care,
you may free them; if neither of
these, take the watch to a watch¬
maker.
If the watch is dropped into the
water, if into fresh water, open the
eases of the works and put the watch,
opened, into a cup of kerosene or
machine oil. No time should he lost
in doing this. Then, as soon as pos¬
sible, take it to a watchmaker.
Curiosity in Paper.
George West of Ballston is in pos¬
session of a curiosity in paper, sent
him by a friend in Hong Kong,China,
says the Philadelphia Record. It is a
sheet 11x14 inches, made from the
web of the “sacred white spider” of
the Flowery Kingdom, It is as light
as air and almost as transparent, but
is also beauti'ully printed, containing
about two columns of matter, giving
in English the story of how “Mid¬
shipman Copplestone was presented at
the Court of Pekin.” Americans
know much about paper making, but
it is safe to say that there is not a
spider web paper factory itsido the
almond-eyed kingdom
I’OII THE HOUSEWIFE*
TO SEEP RAISINS.
Take one cupful of rnisiusnt a lime,
put I Item in a howl, and pour boiling
water over them; let stand a moment,
then proceed ns usual to remove the
seeds, which will easily dropout of tho
raisins perfectly clean, without stick¬
ing to the lingers in tho usual way. It
saves time and labor, and you do not
waste a particle of the raisins.—[Yan¬
kee Blade.
EARTHENWARE COFFEE l'OTS.
The bos', in fact the only thoroughly
civilized way to make coffee is to use
a coffee pot of earthenware, with a
filter in it. The ground codec is place;!
in the filler, and boiling water is
poured over it—not all at once, but
slowly, by tahlespoonfuls. A spoonful
of water slioul 1 ho poured on the
coffee ovory ten or fifteen mi mites, ami
care should bo taken not to have the
berries too finely ground. They should
also he roasted and ground freshly
immediately before using.—[Commer¬
cial Advertiser.
thwarting the moths
1 f one lias no cedar chest to store
Woollens in, a very good substitute is
a trunk or flour barrel. The barrel
should be well washed in cold water,
dried and lined with newspapers.
These arc pasted in, using thick flour
paste with a largo spoonful of alum
added to a quart of paste. Cover
every place on tho inside of tho barrel,
letting the paper come up to the outside
of tho barrel. Cleat the covers to¬
gether and paste paper on the inside.
The woollens should he thoroughly
brushed and sunned, carefully folded
and laid in. When the barrel is full,
the cover should he pressed down, a
stout manilla paper put over tho top,
coming down well around the barrel,
tied down with twine and pasted so
as to lit close.
Hang out furs when tho sun shines
hot; let them hang several hours,
combing them with a coarse dressing-
comb. Put into its box tiie muff and
a strip of paper [lasted around where
the cover joins the box. Tho fur
cape the same.
time for cooking vegetables.
Most vegetables arc better cooked
fart, excepting potatoes, beans, peas,
cauliflower and others which contain
starch. Cabbage should he boiled
rapidly in plenty of water; so should
onions, young beets and turnips, l’eas
can he cooked thoroughly when tender
in twenty minutes. They should be
slowly simmered in as little water as
possible. The best way to cook string
beaus is merely lo simmer them for at
least two hours, when the water in
which they are cooked should he nearly
or entirely absorbed, A little hot
cream sauce may now he added, and
the beans may he boiled up once.
As a rule most vegetables are over¬
done, hut there is something obstinate
in the tissues of all the bean family,
and long cooking is required to make
[hem tender. Lima, or any other
fresh shelled beaus, require an hour to
cook tender; hut corn cut from the
sob U better for only fifteen minutes’
cooking, and will he ready for table if
it is steamed on the cob twenty-five
minutes. Potatoes are often badly
sooked. Half an hour is the average
time for boiling them mealy, though
some potatoes will cook in less time.
All stale vegetables require more
cooking than fresh ones.—[New York
Tribune.
UEOIl'KS.
Tapioca .Jelly—Soak a cupful oJ
lapioca in two cupfuls of water ovei
night; in the morning add two cup¬
fuls of boiling water, half a teaspoon-
ful of salt, and cook until clear and
transparent; then add the juice of one
lemon and half a cupful of sugar;
turn into molds and set in a cool place
to harden, Serve with powdered
sugar and cream.
Potato Salad.—Two well beaten
eggs, three teaspoonfuls mixed mus¬
tard, two of salt, three tahlespoonfuls
each of sugar and olive oil, or butter,
one dessertspoonful of flour; mix
well, pour into a teacupfnl of boiling
vinegar, let cook until it thickens,
stirring constantly, thou pour it over
two quarts of cold-boiled potatoes,
chopped w itli two on ions; salt to taste.
Carrot Soup.—Piitono pintof grated
carrot into a saucepan with a half
pint of boiling water, one teaspoon of
sugar and two tablespoons of butter,
cover closely and simmer one hour;
then add half pint of bread crumbs and
one pint of white stock; let simmer one
hour louger. Remove fi om fire and
strain the soup through a fine sieve,
season with salt and pepper and add a
sup and a half of hot milk. Set the
pan on the stove and as soon as the
soup boils up add the yolks of two eggs
beaten with a half a cup of milk; let
all boil oue minute, stirring constant!’’;
| soyv* at once.
NO. 28.
The Transformation.
When Love was young it asked for wings
That It might still he roaming}
And away it sped, by fancy led,
Through dawn and noon and gloaming.
Each daintiness that b'oonis and blows
it wooed in honeyed meter,
And when It won the sweetest sweet,
Away it flew to a sweeter;
When Love was young.
When Love was old it craved for rest,
For home and hearth and heaven;
For quiet talks round sheltered walks
And long lawns smoothly shaven.
And what Love sought at last It found
[ A roof, n porch, a garden,
And iroma fond, unquestioning heart,
Pence, sympathy and pardon;
When Love was old.
—[Austin Dobson, in the London Globe.
HUMOROUS.
Grata results—Cinders.
Men of note—Opera singers.
Parlor matches—Homo weddings
Slow matches—Long engagements.
Tho paperlmngor makes money by
going to the wall.
A fiat refusal—“We never let our
rooms to large families.”
Curious. There are no counts in
this country and yet every man counts.
Well, I'll he hlowed—remarked the
bass hoin, as (lie hand began to play.
Turkeys are (lie most innocent of
birds. Tho most silly woman in the
world can stuff' one.
It is strange to see a man buttoning
his coat up to his chin on a cold day,
when tho garment is a chinchilla.
“I fell ov ir the rail,” said the sailor,
“and tho shark came along and
grabbed me by the log.” “And wind
did you do?” “I let him have the leg.
1 never disputes with u shark.”
A young physician was showing a
friend a recent purchase he had made
in the way of a skeleton. “Very in¬
teresting,” commented his friend.
“One of your patients, doctor?”
“Why, Tommy, you’re not at the
jam again, and only spanked for it an
hour ago?” “Yes, mar; 1 heard you
tell auntie you thought you Lad
whipped mo too hard, and I thought
I’d even thirgs up.”
The Use of Slang.
She was a very nice looking girl;
she had bright eye* that gleamed alike
will) fun and determination. She had
on a pretty brown dress, her gloveR
fitted her perfectly, and she wore the
daintiest of brown straw hats, says
Hie Ladies’ Home Journal. She paid
her fare in the street cur and, as she
closed her purse wilh a snap, sho
said: “I’m getting very tired of it,
mid I don’t intend to allow myself
to indulge in it any longer.” She was
tired of hearing a girl say she was
“dead struck” on a young man when
sho meant, she thought, he was very
pleasant. Of hearing another one an¬
nounce that she thought rose colored
ribbons were very “swagger,” that is,
fashionable. Or, again, stigmatizing
an impertinent young man as “too
fiesh,” or calling the grandmother an
“old girl.”
It was all unladylike; and yet these
very girls were ones who were in tho
habit of hearing good English spoken,
of reading good books, and who after
a little thought, knew exactly how
abominably they were speaking. But
it was a had hab't, and a had habit is
more easily gotten than gotten rid of.
However, tiiey are doing it; they
formed a little “Anti-slang Band”:
each time a slang word is used a penny
is dropped in the slot of an earthen¬
ware saving’s box, (hat cost just a
penny; and every girl is put on her
honor to keep account when she is
away, and to duly attend to her debts.
1. O. U.’s aro accepted, though as yet
only one has been offered. There is a
serious belief that at the end of 181)0
(here will he enough money in tho box
to found a bed in the Babies’ Hospital;
hut it is perfectly certain that as tho
months go by Hie contributions will
decrease, until, by January, slang will
he eliminated from the conversation of
this group of girls; and not only will
the cheery leader announce that she's
tired of it, but that she has absolutely
slopped using it.
Birds In the D indoiv.
There is one piece of advice, says
Olive Thorne Miller, writing in the
Christian Union on the care of birds,
that I should like to put into letters 40
feet high and stretch from the Atlantic
to tho Pacific coast—that is: never put
a bird in the window! I rarely go
into the street in the summer, or even
on a mild day in winter, that I do not
sec unfortunate canaries hung in the
window. Even if the sun is not broil¬
ing the brains under the little yellow
sap, a draught is blowing all the time
over the delicate body. People have
been told a thousand times that they
must not put a bird in a draught, yet
how few remember that there is
always a draught in an open window.