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YOL. I. The Prince’s Bow and Arrows. ' There little Prince of Spain wus a Lived very long ago, Who said the big horizon— He would bend it tike a bow. His arrows in the form of ships He’d shoot, nnd make them go To many undiscovered lands Where gold and diamonds grow ; And so this little Prince of Spain ‘ Longed for the years to go Until his arm was strong enough '" To'bend his mighty bow. And so this little Prince of Spain, Like little boys you know, As the advancing years went on Did marvellously grow. And he became the King of Spain And made the ships to go To many undiscovered lands Where gold and diamonds grow. His arrows In the form of “hips Swung idly to and fro, For though his arm was very strong He could not bend his bow. A\ e all arc princes of the blood, Who build our ships to go To many undiscovered lands Where gold and diamonds grow; But still oil old familiar sens They wander to and fro. And hug the immemoria’ slions Where landward breezes blow. And like the li tie Prince of Spain, Who lived so long ago. We have our arrows ready But we cannot bend the bow. —S. W. Foss in Yankee Blade. ■ v DRAWING LOTS. It was a still, bright 6unset in late Octob r. Last night's frost had uu- seule.l the chestnut burrs on Yellow Mountain and shaken theglossy brown treasures out among the fallen leaves and mosses. The tall dahlias by the garden fence-'hung their blackened heads, as if some unseen lire had passed over them, pud a locust was winding his shrill horn among the hop-poles at the back door. ‘ Old Mrs. Crisp, from iicr cushioned arm-chair, watched the yellow light fade slowly away from the western hill-tops. ’ She was a little old woman, her face printed over with tine wrinkl.s, her eyes shining like black coals under their shaggy gray brows, and she wore a black calico gown patterned in an odd, sickle-shaped design of white, with a niusUn. half-handker¬ chief pinned around her neck, and as she looked this way and that, in a fee¬ ble, petulant sort of way, a deep sigh pumped itself up from her inner con¬ sciousness. “Oil, deair, dear,” said Mr'. Crisp, talking aloud to herself, as was her way during tliese not infrequent pe¬ riod-of loneliness, “everything’^ every which way! There’s'the cows lowing at the bars to be milked, and nobody to let ’em in, and the pigs a-squealin’ for their supper like all possessed, and the turkeys flappin’ up into the apple, tree boughs to roost, Inst id o’ goin’ into the poultry-house, as they should, and the kettle not on, and me here helpless, a poor, good-for-iiothin’ cree- tur! What lias become of Lofty ” !” fV-V ' 'n -v . Crisp,” spoke “Nothing at all, Airs. up a sweet, distinct young voice, and a girl of seventeen or thereabouts came briskly into the room. “I’ll look after the cows and the turkeys and the pigs, and the teakettle. Dorr't you fret yourself.” “Pcan't noways help it,” said Airs. Crisp, “You ,ain’t nothin’ but a feather-headed child, Lotty. Ansel,.and I’m a fool to have you iti the house'. Hurry up with the cows now. I’d be ashamed to have Deacon Brand «o by and sec ’em not milked this time of Hie evening. And if the turkeys once get on the top brainh of the tree, no power alive will git’em down ag'in.” But Lotty took her time about it— untying her sun bonnet strings and SRloo tiling out her masses of wavy, black hair, before she went to work, “There is no l.urrv ■’ Airs. Crisp,” ’ feai(1 ghe The old woman watched her with exasperated , countenance* , an “Lot,V Ansel,"’ tali she, -IM like lo shake von’” Louie iuuglicd a. ,be look np the tea- . „ Ketti.. ( ‘ Oh. but you can’t,” said she. “I milk-pail? Oh. I remember—I left it in the sunshine, out on the bench.” “I’m sure 1 du.ii.o why I have you here at all,” sighed Mrs. Crisp, net- vo ”»j;r flo ’'Be. 1 know, said saucy L ty. cause you can get any one else fo the wages you re willing to give, with all the scoldings thrown m. Bess:e Barclay tried it, and made a dead failure of it: and Susan Harrison would’t stay a week. 1 dorl’t know,” Lotty added, vcfiectivelv, ' “that 1 shall stay very ioiig ” “Oh, Lotty,” cried Airs. Crisp, “you wouldn’t leave me here alone? ’ Lotty paused on the threshold and turned her bright face toward the old woman. “No,” said she, “I wont, Airs. Ci*p. Ytffimuwcror* apd very M3 m Ph * U Ph m exacting, and I got dreadfully out it patience with you sometimes; but I like you after all, and I won’t leave you just yet.” And she took her way, with light footsteps, toward the cow-yard. “Provoking little creature!” said Mrs. Crisp. “But 1 don’t know’s 1 could do belter. She’s dreadful indo- p mleut to ray face, blit that’s better'll talking behind my back, 1 won- der—” And she sat in deep meditation until Lotty returned, a foaming milk-pail in either hand. “I really think,” she broke out at last, “that it would be a good idee for Alexander to get married.” “So do I,” laid Lotty, front the hack room, where she was straining the milk into a row of glittering pans. “I don't know,” sharply retorted Mrs. Crisp, “that it’s any of your busi¬ ness, miss!” “Oh, yes, it is,” said Dotty. “It’s everybody’s business why Aleck Crisp don’t, get married. There isn’t a soul in the village but is talking about it.” “What do they say?” questioned Mrs. Crisp. “They say you won’t let him." Mrs. Crisp moved uneasily in her chair, “I was sort o' set agin it,” owned she. “But I ain’t any. longer. Let me see—there's iluldaii Crump—” “She's too old,” interposed Lotty, who was now scalding out the milk pails. “Hold your tongue!” said Mrs. Crisp?, sharply. “And there's Peninah Foster—” “Aleck Crisp would never marry a girl with a nose all oa one side, like Peninah!” cried Lotly,wholmd drawn out the round table and was covering it with a clover-patterned cloth for tea. > She was light in her movements and swift, like a humming-bird. “Halite Van Voirst,” Mrs. Crisp counted up on her lingers, “and Lucy Barrow —” “They'd any one of ’em marry your Aleck,” said Lotty searching in the cupboard for the spoons, “if they had tho chance. ’ - . “I hate to give him up to a stran¬ ger,” sighed Mrs. Crisp, “but if 1’in to be helpless like this, something must be done.” “Oh!” said Lotty, with a toss of her head. “So anyone that marries Aleck has got to marry you, too! Hal- j lie Vail Vorst never would stand that, j Mrs. Crisp, and iiul lairCrump lias a nice stiff temper of her own too!” | “Lottie Ansel, I do wish—” “Look here, Airs. Crisp,” said Lot- | tic advancing with the bread-board in one hand and the sharp knife in an-' other, “I’ll tell you what. When ! Aleck’s wife makes it too hot to hold you here, you come and live with me. “I’ll lake care of you if you do scold me sometimes.” “This ain't a jestin’ subject, Lotly,” said the old woman, severely. “Iln!- dali Peninah, Hallie Van Vorst and Lucy Barrow—” “Squire Haddon’s Victorine is ! rather spoony on your son Aleck,” suggested Lotty. “I don’t, know what i spooney j means,” said Airs. Crisp, coldly. “Victorine Iladdon and Frances Jane ; Dodd—all of’em smart, stirrin’ gals, j 1 don’t know which I like best of the j ,, mischievous J j “Draw lots,” suggested ' Lotty. “Here’s Aleck's old hat. AVait a minute till I write the names oil slips of paper. Let Aleck draw for himself. That will settle it. “Nonsense!” said Airs. Crisp. “Though I don't know why that ain t as sensible away as any, artei all. Give me the pencil, Lotty, and a book to write on. I’ll write the names my- self. You’ll be up to some of your UJCKS . * — “No. I won't;” said Loltlc. -lion. or bright!” But Mrs, Crisp persisted i„ ejlting the names in her own cramped.old . ‘ S.......... h gl)C ]md “what Aleck will sa> . Alexander Crisp came in to tea a skinned littie late. fe He l , was h a UjL P> ^ gran e , d Hc ponie d a Lstnu.s pocket hand- »«'clue ta c into - his £ , * V'if. L undor the !, old tree b) the-bats, - d hc / Wc ’ll , them, inotnci, • ’ here’s a bunch of goceu-io o , «-** l " > ” °“ j olfi - 1 , something . oo, “We’vo got or you, My. Atoander, » ’ “l° tt are 10 “ y g au d ^aw.” “Draw what, ..aid A Alexander net- , lu hiSfelwway. j CARNES VILLE, GA., FRIDAY, DECEMBER 13. 1890. “A wife,” said Lotly. '^Where's tlic bat, Mrs. Crisp?” Alexander listened to his mother's plan in perfect, silence.- lie looked from Mrs. Crisp to Lotty mid back again. “YVhoso idea was it?” said lie at length. “Lotty’s,” yiid Mrs. Crisp. •■So she wants me lo get married?’ ‘■Of course I do,” said Lotty. “She’s tired of the place, I' sup¬ pose?” ’ “I don’t mind,” said Lotty, biting her lip. \ “Well, mother,” said Alexander, slowly, “I’ve always-done as you said through life, i won’t go hack on you now. As you say, it ain’t easy to choose among so many, and perhaps it's just as well to trust to luck and chance. Here goes, then!” “Mind,” cried Lotty, ‘‘you’re to shut your eyes!” With leisurely movement, Alexan. der put his hand down into the crown of the old straw hat which Mrs. Crisp held in her lap, and drew out a slip of paper. “Who is it, Aleck?” cried Mrs. Crisp, her old face all a-quiver with nervous excitement. “Vick 1 bullion, I’ll bet a cookey!’’ said Lotty, running to peep over Aleck’s shoulder. “No, it’s l’cii'inah Foster!” said Mrs. Crisp. “I somehow feel it in my bones that it’s Peninah!” Aleck, leaning toward the lamp, held up his slip of paper, and read aloud the words: “Charlotte Ansel!” ; Mrs. Crisp gave a little shriek. Lotty Ansel, standing there in the ful* glare of the light, turned a deep scar¬ let, and then ran out of the room. '' “Come back, Lotty!” cried Mrs. Crisp. “Lottv!” called Alexander, in . Oie deep accent of a command. But Lotty did not come back. It was almost ten o’dofck. -All the lights but one were -out in tho one- storied wooden cabin where the Ansel family lived, close to the mill. “Don’t let him come in, mother,” sobbed Lotty, “That’s his knock, I know it is. If you do, I’ll go and drown myself in the mill-danr!” “Don’t be silly, child,” said Mrs. Ansel, a stout, motherly soul, with her gray locks twisted into a tight knot at the back of her head, and dark, laugh- ing eyes, like Lotty’s own. You’ve got to see him some time or other— why not now?” And she opened (lie door, in spite of Lotty’s protestations, to Alexander Crisp, The girl was crouched in a corner, with 1 crimson cheeks and half-averted eyes, as lie came ini “Lotty, 1 ' said bo,-“why-did you run away from me?” • s*;* “Did you think I was going to stay?” , , .. “It was your own idea,” said Alex¬ ander, calmly. “But I didn’t put my name in. I never dreamed of, such ., a , tiling— never!” protested the girl, “I've drawn you by lot, Lotty.” “It wfis, only .Jn joke;” she per- sistod. “It may have been a joke to start with,; raid Alexander: “but its got .past the joking point now. I’m in serious .earnest,,pud J mean what I say. Aly mother 19 all.alone. ...She musVnot be left so. For her sake, Lotty, come back.” “I won’t !” flashed out Lotty. “Fyr piinc then, Lotty? Dear little Lotty!-AYHi.cn I telLycu^jiiat life .with¬ out you won’t bo worth a farthing/ ’ And the next mov¬ she was cla ed in Aleck’s arms. “But how came my e among tho sPps of paper ?’”said> Lotty, when she was once more in the kitchen at the Crisp house. “ Who put- it there?” “I _ M." , r ^ In.p, a mljo I liked you bettor .. any of the gals thought M* «m. Vou ought-to have as good ! a chancels 'them. You’re’a mischiev- olw - l)iecc , always rankin’ fun of every- n “ r;,- » ou' - Ansel. . . Y Aon aint amt vexed vexed with nh Lotty . > X nic me, saf(l Lt)ttv . uNo't nowI ,;v • Afterward, when Alexander had ^ close - fo Are*: * , 0 Crisp-and ^ put her arms c ,pt around the old lady’s withered peck, «, Hc aaysj.e has loved me this long time,” whispered she:. “Only ,.lie, thoiwkt ” I was *. too-voung to care for,a go m m dte as pd AeJlow like him. Tf k di l And dear ‘.to‘TsrU, Crisp' of ait the mothers- ifc ' ' ' ' L-t-'-t ^ AIexfnde ’ . came in, and kindlytowird the pair.' ' ..‘It wisn’t such 'a bad idea, ’ said he drawing iota for'- a wife I”*- I [MW) vi»Vh • WAYS OF SMUGGLERS. --- Many People Evade the Law Despite Constant Care. Utilizing a Dead Horse to Smuggle Cigars. In spite of (lie vigilance of customs inspectors and tho almost perfect working of the secret service, smug¬ gling is continually carried on and in some degree, and for ingenuity in ways (hat aro dark a id (ticks not al¬ ways vain the smuggler is an adept. Steamers from South Amer¬ ica and tho W r est Indies and tramp steamers bring in cigars, liquors, and a great variety of iittfrelmndiso not on the vessel’s manifest, which finally gets on the market without paying tribute to the government, and prob¬ ably never a great transatlantic liner arrived at this port that did not bring some goods which .were smuggled through. The ingenuity <>f the smuggler is great. Som> years n o, wlipu (he Barge Office was used as a landing place for cabin passengers, a Custom House officer one day stepped up to a respectable - appearing, well - dressed woifian who, with her husband was standing waiting to have tier lug¬ gage examined, and requested her presence in the searching room. She carried a small travelling, bag . jp her hand, and lie made her bring that along, too. >S!ie was, of course, in¬ dignant and her husband uttered all sorts of threats against the officer for what he denounced' as “this outrage.’) IJut the officer calmly opened the bag and took therefrom a soap box and from the soap box a cake of soap. The cake of soap had been used and looked like any other innocent piece’ of .toilet soap. But when the officer cut it in two with his kuife a.nest of sparkling diamonds of great beauty and value aVas disclosed ill its interior. How the customs ollieers know that woman, that (rave ling bag and that cake of soap is a mystery, bnt one no doubt susceptible of an easy solution if all the facts in the case were known. The secret service lias its agents everj'whero and the great trouble with women smugglers is that they will talk, especially when they have hit upon some particularly ingenious plan for smuggling. Sometimes portly women will enter the seizure room, to emerge therefrom greatly ...emaciated, but leaving behind largo quantities of valuable lace. The smokestacks of steamers, from the West Indies have been known on several occasions to yield up many hundred dollars’ worth 'of cigars. In fact , the smokestack’is a favorite place for hiding smuggled goods. This sort of smuggling is done by the crow who work under the double disadvantage as a rule of having to evade the watch¬ ful eyes of both the ofildfirs of the steamer nnd the customs officers. Once a dead horse was carried by the tide on to the bead} at Coney Island. AVhen people went to remove the carcass they found that the intestines had been removed and the interior of the dead animal' 'filled with' Havana cigars. The carcass and its cargo bad probably been thrown overboard from some steamer and the confederates who Were to have totted the argosy ashore at some secluded place had missed connection. Throwing things overboard when the vessel arrives at night jo be.pioked up by a boat from shore is a common practice. Sometimes a swift sailing vessel is used which, approaching the coast, lays off and on until night, and then putting in to some obscure harbor lands a portion of its cargo and sails away to some nearby port to enter and discharge the goods’o'n its manifest. The yacht Halcyon, recently wrecked on the Japanese coast, was at one time' a celebrated smuggler on the Pacific Coast. Once a schooner camo sailing up NiU'fagansett Bay an([at night put into.a little harbor on the Warwick shore where she unloaded a large ear- go. The goods were stored in the barn of a farmer nearby. A dray load of foreign goods coming into 1'fovidenoe from Warwick excited the Suspicions of s’drirebody, and arrests and seizures followed, — [New York Tribune. A Barrier Between Them. A little British expedkiua. recently steamed far up the Benue branch of lhe ^ r,n ' Kiver i " «* *«w.U «*«»» launch and finally entered a inhuyiry . of the Benue and explored a region which uo white man has ever visited about their j'oh. ucy was tho curious ■ espclrfcnc* Urey bad with the ' stives. .They had been passing for ! a -good wbsie llirotign a reg.o;: Quit was . inhabited by Moslem blacks, fruits I of tho ttUUer SCVtjrq v«it foods of con- j A “ b ta Tho country was very fertile, and the people were numerous; but all of a sudden, though tho country still wore its usual aspect, and (lie soil was ap¬ parently rich, population entirely ceased. For a streloh of over twenty miles not a hut was to bo seen, nor was a single sign of human life any¬ where observed. The expedition won¬ dered at this remarkable state of affairs, for the country was certainly inviting, and t hey could not imagine why it had no inhabitants. All at once, however, as they round¬ ed a bend in the river, they saw big Crowds of natives funning down tho slopes of tho hills to tho bank. They brandished their spears at the white men on the little boat, and told them lo go back for they wanted no Moslem in their country. There was an inter¬ preter on the vessel who succeeded in convincing the natives that the visitors were not Moslems, and thereupon the people became quite friendly. Then the reason for this curious lack of population was ascertained. W hen the tribes who had been con¬ verted to Islam found that the natives near them were just as strong as I hoy were, the spread of their religion in that direction abrnbtly ceased, but these heathen people and the Moslem converts negr them could not live at peace with one another. It was finally decided that, as tlioy could not bo good .neighbors, a stretch of country should he placed between them where no one should live, and in that way they ex¬ pected to get along with less blood¬ shed. ■ So all the people who inhabited tliis fertile region, about twenty miles wide, packed up their little belongings nnd moved away',’and this stretch of country thus came to be without a single inhabitant. Today it is a No Man’s Land, and the only reason is that tho people who are neighbors there cannot live on friendly terms, and, having tired of fighting, have put this barrier between them. — [New York Sun. Another Guess at the Queen’s Kamo. A correspondent who seems to know wliat lie is talking about writes lo the London Times protesting against tho vulgar error of supposing that the family name of the present reigning dynasty in Great Britain is Guelph. If the royal family can be said to have n family name that name is d’Effe, not Guelph. Tho last Guelph of the male line was Guelph lib, Du.kq of Carin- thia. lie died without issue and-left the representation of his family to his only sister, Cunoguiida, who, in 1040, wedded 'Azo d’Este,, Marquis of Este. From this marriage, in direct male line, descended all the members of tho royal and ducal families of Hanover and Brunswi k, whose correct family name, therefore, is d’Este. That this is the case is evident from the fact that the children of the late Augustus Frederick (Duke of Sussex) whose marriage with Lady Augusta Murray was invalidated by the royal marriage act of 1772, assumed the sur¬ name of d’Este, not Guelph. There are very many, however, who maintain that when she wedded with the German prince consort Vic¬ toria forfeited her maido'Yi family name (whatever it was), and that al* her children slronld be regarded as members of the family whose name their father bore, this being the-onstorn News. and law of .Christendom.—[Chicago V Singular Faculty of a Lunatic. A patient formerly confined in the Hospital for the Insane in this city seemed fond of reading, and in taking up a newspaper it was.uotiped that he would read without, hesitation whether tiro paper was sidewise or bottom side up. As a further test of his powers one of (he attendants held a newspaper spread out before' him, keeping it con¬ stantly turning around; still, with wonderful 'case, the lunatic' continued to read uninterruptedly. Tb test hi. 11 still further a reel was produced, and tlir: paper spread out and attached to the arms, flic wlrole being then placed before (tie patient. No. matter iiow rapidly tbe reel was turned, the won¬ derful creature would read article after article aloud without seeming to be disturbed in the least. YVe have never heard whether Hie sjngujar phe¬ nomenon was continued, or even whether the patient is still living or not.— [Hartford (Ct.) Post, -________ The Rose's Popularity, The popularity of the-rose and its sovereignty, as the most' fashionable flower is of comparatively recent ovi- r,evta,.p 1.70 .h. 6 , 0 ., ft* icnjgWe flower of. the hall roomrwliidh invariably graced bcatlty’s feouqdct, was the camellia, and bouquets of these flowers brought -Slo dt to $20 in winters past, as bouquets foses do now—[New Ydrk Press. ZeZ -«r FOR 1’IIE HOUSEWIFE. 110W TO 0 A It V K A LK.O OS’ MUTTON. When you tiro sure (lie leg is from a sheep of good breed and (hat it ii really tendei, lake hold of it by the knuckle with (ho left hand and the* cut the slices perpendicular from the joiut to the bone of the lilet; then re¬ move the muscle of the knuckle; next turn the leg over mid slice off (ho back portion. For this essentially primitive way of carving gourmets substitute carving by curvilinear slices, which renders (ho pieces move succulent. It must bo remembered that neither of these ways should ho resorted (o ex¬ cept when the meal is of the best qual¬ ity and of great tenderness. In other cases, the better way to proceed is to- cut hor./.onlally instead of perpendicularly, that is, cut oil' the slices parallel with tho bone, The slices should be cut very thin, and when a sufficient number have been sliced off, plunge the fork into what remains of the leg several times and let tho gravy run over them, A few drops of lemon juice and a little pep¬ per and salt added will improve the flavor amazingly.—[Boston llerald. t'AKK <>>■' MAT1TMJ. Ill swooping the pretty and economi¬ cal straw matting that is growing to be very popular with housekeepers during warm, weather, do not use a broom, for it will tear the strands in a short time, A long ban lied bristle brush, such as is used for oilcloth, is tho nicest and will remove the dus! best, for the soft bristles can go into crevices (hat a broom would miss. Al¬ ways, when possible, brush i lie length¬ wise of the grain am) tho strands, of straw will not wear an I break as quickly as though brushed across. Some persons clean matting by sprinkling brail or course Indian meal over it; t lieu with a long handled mop, with cloth wiung out of clean, warm water rubbing the grain well over the carpet, then leaving it until dry, when the grain is brushed oft'. This is claimed to be a thorough way of clean¬ ing matting, but it is usual to simply wipe it off with a damp cloth, wrung out of salt and water, not wetting the matting much. For winter use, if a heavy layer of carpet lining is put un¬ der it, matting is a comfortable floor covering. WitH pretty rugs scattered over it tlie room has a pleasant, home-like ap¬ pearance that is very attractive. It is cheap, and if cans is taken when, put¬ ting it down that little cleavers, made especially for the purpose, are used in¬ stead of the ordinary carpet tucks, it can be pasjly taken up at any time when cleaning house, cleaned and put down.—[Carpet Trade Review. HUC1PKS. 1 farmstead Soup—One quart of rich stock.-- Put into a frying-pan a piece of butter as large as a hickory nut, and a half onion. Fry to a light brown and put into your stock with a table-: spoonful of cold mashed, potatoes. Salt and popper .to taste. When the soup is boiling add a half ..cupful of Italian paste or serve with croutons. Chicken Patties—Chicken patties are rjjade by picking the meat from cold chicken and cutting" in small pieces. Put it in a saucepan with a little water or milk, butter, pepper and salt; thicken with a little flour and the yolk of an egg; line some patty pans with nice but not very rich crust; rub tlieuf over with the white of the egg and bake. When done fill-with tke chicken and serve hot. AlincCd Bee steak on Toast—A fa¬ vorite and without doubt tbe best way to use cold beefsteak is to mince it finely, and put it to stewing for fif¬ teen miiiu'.cs, with quite a little water. Add to the gravy a good sized lurnpof butter, a small onion and a small tea¬ spoonful of catsup, and serve it smok¬ ing hot on nicely browned toast. Lamb, mutton, veal, game or fowls may be used in the same way. Hale Balls—-Put a teacup of sweet milk on to boil, add half a teacup of stale bread crumbs, and stir over the tire until thick; add half a pint of lean ham, finely chopped with a little parsley, cayenne and il>3 beaten yolk of,an egg; mix well and turn out to cool. When cold form into balls; roll first in egg and then in grated bread crumbs and let stand fifteen minutes. Then fry brown, in boiling lard. Garnish with parsley. Canning Pears--Ati excellent recipe for canning pears is to use sufficient wa cr to cook the pears safely and sweeten to-lasle, making rather a rich lirnp; tiicn pack the pears closely in hot'jati and fill up witli • tire' scalding ilrupu.■ To; pi'Cyeut dilCUoiatio^u in pyefiiriugthft.fiu.it. drop «ench pear when peeled into a,pan of cold water, then put them carefully into the boil¬ ing sir.up end cook until they can be pierced easily with a silver fork. NO. 49. A Leaf’s Urea in. All summer when the world was green, And sunshine robed the sky, 1 watched with fluttering heart tho birds. And longed and prayed to fly. When autumn came we nil were gay With gold and red and brown; Jlird-like I tipped the mountain top. I flew both up and down. I've been a leal', and like a bird I've learned to rise and fly. We fluttered to the river’s breast, And dreaming there lay I. And alt my dream is full of life, My soul by blight wings stirred, That make a path through pathless air, To.find its mate—a bird. — [Lillie It. Morgan in the Independent. III’MOtU) US. A vino In real ostutc—Mountains. National ties—Government bonds. Where rumor is afloat gossip finds smooth sailing. As trade grows dull competition will begin to sharpen. When a railroad cuts rates, it doesn't cut with intent to kill. Before,the Dentist's Door—“It I were only sure that the doctor was oul, 1 would ring (ho bell.” “And you love him still?” “In¬ deed I do! When ho talks, I hardly know whether I love him or not.” “I know how to pronounce Mpwap* wa.” “Do you? How?” “Well, I prefer not to try it now, but wait till you bear Jimpsoiffs baby say papa.” Dr. A. to Dr. B.—“Nice trh k you have played me during my vaca'ion. Here 1 turned over to you a lot of pa¬ tients 1 have had, .for -years, and you have cured them all up in a month.”. A father of three sons and (ivo daughters was asked what family ho had. The answer was: “1 have throe sons, and they liavo each five sisters.” “Mercy 1” replied the interrogator, “such a family!” “Boh, can you. tell me why I ani like the moon when it is twenty-throe days old?” Bob couldn’t tell and the questioner explained: “Because I’ve passed my last quarter.” A small loan was advanced immediately. Miss Fonrstairs—Why Mr. SnnfHo- bit, what horrid racing colors you have. Why did you choose a skull as your emblem? Mr. Snafflebit—Aw— because a skull always—aw—comes in a-bead, don’t you know. Author—“Mr. Director, may I ask ns to what the committee thinks of my drama? It is perhaps accepted.” “The three members of tho reading committee-wero of the opinion that one of tiro three acts ought to, be struck out, but each wanted to cut out a different one,” Buttermilk as a Curat ire Agent.' That old domestic remedy, butter¬ milk, should not bo paste l over for more modern prescriptions. A young lady patient of the writer’s wa9 suffer¬ ing from a severe consumptive cough. None of the usual anti-spasmodics, ex¬ pectorants, etc., seemed to do any good, simply because her stomach was too weak to hear enough medicine to effect the purpose. Finally, I suggest¬ ed to her mother the use of hot butter¬ milk. It was adopted at once. Her first night’s experience was one-' of comparative freedom from cough and pain, and a pleasant slumber for several hours. Il was continued for a long lime, with an unvarying relief of all her previous distressing symp¬ toms, and an almost perfect freedom from cough for several hours after each draught of the hot buttermilk. Lingering at one time for weeks from an attack of congestive fever, dosed with calomel and quinine • al¬ most beyond endurance, the. winter began to desire buttermilk' to drink. The physician didn’t “believe in hu¬ moring die whims of patients,” as he expressed it; besides, ho contended that a single drink of the obnoxious fluid might produce death, as 'acids and calomel were incompatible dwell- ers in the same stomach. But I was a good persuader,- and 01 y mother was a susceptible subject. The buttermilk. “fresh from tbe churn,” was procured ami drank. No eyit resulted; instead, carric a perspiration and speedy rccov- cry. T’hcre aro people, however, who cannot use buttermilk at all.— [Farm and Friend. / Emperor mid Gripple. A statue recently set' up at Kaiser- skutern, Germany, in ■uiemoi-.y of-Jthe late Emperor Frederick", has : a pretty history. Years ago Fred rick. • theji Crown Prince, visited..the CljildreH’s Hospital there, and in his kindly _\yay went about talking .to t the li.tfle ones, Among them was a cripple whose name the Prince asked, and when tile lad sb'riy Said “Frederick,'” tlje Pi'iuta? took : liis little naniesako in' Tils artBS caressingly. The incident -is repro¬ duced in the &tatuo, which stands in the hospital yard, close by the spot where jt-occurred. .