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VOL. IT.
Maybe Land.
Beyond where the marshes are dank and
wide
Is a ladder of red and gold,
Where the sun has sunk in the shifting tide
Of the clouds that the night elves mold.
It lends to the porta's of Maybe Land,
Whose castles and groves we see,
On a vapor bank e’er the mists expand,
To darken the wind-swept lea.
Tis there that our wishes are all made true,
lV'bere frowns may not mar the brow,
Whcre.storms never mutter the whole year
through,
Where Then is transformed to Now,
Anil only the dreamer who idly halts
With a pencil and brush in hand,
L'an travel the path to the mystic vaults,
And the treasures of Maybe Land.
—[Philander Johnson in Washington Post.
A Tale of Pioneer Life.
On tiie third day of May, 1807, a
pioneer on the Solomon River, Kan¬
sas, heard the reports of rifles to tho
west of him just as lie had finished
breakfast, liis name was Cherry, and
his family consisted of a wife and two
hoys. Only one of the hoys was a*
homo at the time, lie was a lad of
12, named John. Tho Indians had
been surly and menacing all winter,
and every white man knew that an
outbreak was likely to occur in the
spriug. Believing (hat the blow was
about to fall, Cherry closed and barri¬
caded the doors, and made ready to
hold out as long as possible.
Two hours passed quietly, and then
the settler argued that the tiring must
have come from a party of hunters.
In order to satisfy himself on this
point he slipped out of tiie hack door
into tho brush, intending to go up the
river to the other cabin. He had gone
only a quarter of a mile when five In¬
dians fired on him from an ambush.
Every bullet, as they afterward rela¬
ted, inflicted a mortal wound. Cherry
fell to the earth, but as they rushed
forward to scalp him he killed the
foremost man with a shot, and then
drawing his knife, he attacked the
others and cut two of them badly be¬
fore lio fell down and died.
The reports of tiie rifles warned Mrs.
Cherry of what had happened to her
husband. He had taken the rifle,
While she had a shotgun and Johnny
had a single-barrelled pistol. They
did not have long to trait. A band of
nine warriors came toward the front
of the house waving a white shirt as a
flag of truce, and when within ten
feet of the door the leader called to
the occupants of tiie house:
“We no hurt you if you open the
door I”
“If you try to get in we shall
shoot I” replied Mrs. Cherry.
The Indians laughed in derision,
and four or five stepped forward to
burst in tho door. Mrs. Cherry and
Johnnie quietly retreated to the hack
door, hoping to get clear of the house,
but as they opened it two warriors
were fourd there on guard. Mother
and son fired together, and the two
men fell, hut before the fugitives liad
run a hundred yards they were over¬
taken.
Mrs. Cherry and Johnnie were
taken to the other settler’s, whose
name was Robinson. He had been
shot down in his door, and his wife
and sisters were prisoners. The house
liad been ransacked and set afire, and
one of tho Indians had Robinson's
scalp at liis girdle. Tho prisoners,
who now numbered four, and were
guarded by only two men, wero con¬
ducted along a small creek which emp¬
tied into the Solomon, and after
marching about seven miles were
halted in a grove.
The grove had been named as a ren¬
dezvous, and the four prisoners were
the first to reach it. Ono of the guards
had an old wound in the side, and
about an hour after reaching the grove
he pulled off his shirt to dress it. Mrs.
Cherry’s arms were so securely hound
that she could not release them. They
had been more careless in the case of
the hoy. As the two Indians were
employed with (lie wound the lad
worked his arms loose, and with an
encouraging nod from his mother he
made a rush for the rifles. With one
of them he shot the wounded Indian
dead. The other was wrested from
him before he could fire,hut lie turned
and ran and got clear away, dodging
the bullet sent after him, and the sur¬
viving Indian did not dare to pursue
him for fear the women would get
away. This brought the dead up to
four. What happened to the lad after
his escape no one will ever know, as
no trace was ever discovered. I my¬
self was employed for nearly six
months searching for him after peace
came, but nothing came of it. He
was not killed as lie wandered about;
neither was he retaken. I believe he
perished on the plains from exhaus¬
tion.
The remaining Indian sat with his
rifle across his knees and guarded the
Women until a hand of seven or eight
THE < t
of his companions came in. They had
as prisoners two children belonging to
a family named llascall, a woman
named Dccring, and a boy, 10 years
old, named Lawton. This boy had
been living witli an uncle named
Thomas, and both his aunt and uncle
lmd been killed. In the raid on the
settlers quite a number of Indians had
been killed and many wounded. But
for tho efforts of the sub-chiefs all the
prisoners would have been toma¬
hawked. About 5 o'clock in the after¬
noon tho party left the grove and
headed to the northwest.
All the lashings were cast off to en¬
able the prisoners to move faster and
in tho confusion of starting Mrs.
Cherry managed to pick up and secrete
a hunting knife which had belonged
to the Indian her boy shot. After
traveling four hours the Indians made
a camp without lire, food or water.
Here one of the Indians attempted to
strike Mrs. Cherry and sbo gave him
sucli a blow across tho throat with
the keen-edged knife that his head was
almost severed from his body. She
was disarmed and tied hand and foot,
and the Indians promised that she
should be tortured for three whole
days before death came to her re'ief.
1 must now continue the story from
a different experience. Twenty days
after the party of prisoners had disap¬
peared into the Indian country I was
engaged by the father of the Lawton
hoy and by a brother of Mrs. Cherry
to make an effort to find and rescue
them. The northern and western parts
of Kansas were then in the hands of
the hostiles, many of the forts and
posts besieged, and there were no rail,
roads to transport troops. Indeed*
the lethargy of the Government in re¬
inforcing the troops occupying stations
greatly encouraged the Indians, and
prolonged the war.
When I cut loose from the frontier
I had as comrade a scout and Indian
fighter named Reid. Wo were mount,
ed on fine and 6peedy mules, bad
Winchester rifles and revolvers, and
the pair of us were put up against
four or five large tribes of Indians-
Scores of prisoners had been carried
off along the entire frontier, and to
look for any particular one seemed a
hopeless task. We knew, however,
that tho two we wanted had made
their start from the grove on Mink
Creek, and wo decided to make that
our point of departure. It was then
forty miles from the nearest military
post, hut we reached it without -acci¬
dent. We had not yet unsaddled our
horses when Tom made a discovery
that furnished us with a clue. He
picked up an Indian tobacco pouch
which liad belonged to a Sioux.
Up to this time we did not know
whether the pair wo were after had
been captured by the Sioux or Chey-
on ncs. Tliis gave us a big start in the
right direction. We must hear more
to tho west and search among the
Sioux.
It must not be imagined that we
went riding boldly around the country
on our errand. There were days and
days that we lay in hiding. If we
moved at all it was by night, and then
only short distances. The country
swarmed with redskins, and there was
never an hour that we were not in
danger. We were gradually working
toward the villages on the Smoky Hil*
Ford and its territories, and our game
was to play hide and seek.
We had one close call as wc neared
die villages. We had advanced about
five miles during tiie night over
ground so hard as to leave no trail,
and we were lying in for the day in a
dry ravine. About 9 in the morning,
as I was on watch, I espied a couple
of Indians to the cast. They had been
sent from some war party with a mes¬
sage to ono of the villages. They
were riding at a gallop when I first
saw them, hut of a sudden they halted,
held a council, and both rode into the
ravine about eighty rods above our
position. They could not have seen
our trail, nor had they reason to sus¬
pect our presence, and I never could
fathom their action. They were com¬
ing right down upon us, and I had
Tom awoke in a jiffy.
Just above us was a sharp bend,
and here we took our stations, revol-
vei'8 in hand. Tho ponies of the In-
dians came scrambling along the rough
path, one closely following Hie other,
and the first rider never knew what
hit him. The second saw ns hut was
dead five seconds after, and we at once
secured the ponies. This was the
fourteenth day of our advance, and
the thirty-fourth day of Mrs. Cherry’s
capture. Let us now return to her.
The prisoners were marched across
the county to the villages on the
Smoky Hill Fork, The first idea was
to put all of them to the torture, but
lhe chiefs finally decided to hold them
for a while and see how events would
shape, Two sons of prominent chiefs
and a great medicine man had been
FRIDAY, JANUARY 30.1891.
captured by the whites, and it migli
he that they would iiave to he ransomet
by giving up prisoners. Mrs. Cherr)
and the Lawton boy wero kept in oiu
village, while all others captured with
them were sent to anotlior. They
wore made to carry wood and water,
live on the food thrown to the dogs,
and overy hour in the dny wore told of
tho fate in store for thorn. Both wero
beaten by Indian women and hoys,
but they did not feel their lives in
peril. They slept in a tepee, with an
Indian boy about 18 years of age and
an old hag of a squaw.
t)n lhe afternoon of the day wo
killed tho two Indians in the ravine
Mrs. Cherry secreted a tomahawk
under the dried grass composing her
bed. It belonged to tho Indian hoy,
hut he did not miss it. She heard them
talking that day about moving camp,
hut nothing was done, because no
orders came. At midnight, when
everything was quiet, Mrs. Cherry
crept over to the Indian hoy and sunk
the blade of the tomahawk in his
skull. He raised his arms hut made
no outcry, and was dead in two or
three minutes. She disposed of tho
old woman in tho same way, and then
waking up young Lawton she took
him by the hand and walked out of
the village.
At 1 o’clock in the morning, ns I
was scouting on foot to locate the
village and was within a mile of it, I
met Mrs. Cherry and tiic hoy. She
had lhe Indian hoy’s how and quiver,
and Lawton carried the blood-stained
tomahawk. "We pushed back to the
ravine as fast as we could go, and
after reaching it we lost no time in
mounting and heading to the south.
We were not followed from the camp,
as an order reached it at daylight to
move to a distant point and we dodged
the war parties until another two hours
would have carried us into a post.
"Wo were then suddenly confronted
by a hand of thirty warriors, hut af¬
ter a race of two miles we heat them
iu securing possession of a grove, and
for three hours we held them at bay.
Troops from tiie post then came to
our rescue. I had bee.n hit in the
arm, Tom in the shoulder, Mrs Cherry
in the cheek, and the hoy lost two lin¬
gers by a bullet. "We liad killed three
warriors, wounded two or three more,
and knocked over four ponies. The
Indians were scared away from tho
post very soon. What they did with
the captives among them we never
learned. —[New York Sun.
Old-Time California Hospitality.
The kindness and hospitality of tho
native Californians have not been
overstated. Up to tho time the Mexi¬
can regime ceased in California they
had a custom of never charging for
anything ; that is to say, for entertain¬
ment—food, use of horses, etc. You
were supposed, even if invited to visit
a friend, to bring your blankets with
you, and one would be very thought¬
less if he traveled and did not take a
knife with him to cut his moat.
When you had eaten, the invariable
custom was to rise, deliver to the wo¬
man or hostess the plate on which you
liad eaten the meat and beans—for that
was all they liad—and say, “Muchas
gracias Sonora” (“Many thanks,
madame”) ; and the hostess as invari¬
ably replied, “Buen provecho” (“May
it do you much good"). The Missions
in California invariably had gardens
with grapes, olives, figs, pomegran¬
ates, pears, and apples, hut the rancho i
scarcely ever had any fruit.
When you wanted a horse to ride,
you would take it to the next ranch—
it might be twenty, thirty or fifty
miles—and turn it out there, and some
time or other in reclaiming liis 6tock
the owner would get it back. In this
way you might travel from one end of
California to the other.—[Century.
A Lake of Pitch.
“Near where we live,” said William
Creigof Trinidad, West Indies, “is a
pitch lake. It’s at La Brea. It covers
ah out ninety acres and it is soft enough
to take tiie impression of your shoes
as you walk over it, hut take up a hit
of it and strike it sharply and it breaks
off with a conchoidal fracture like a
lump of anthracite. 1 dont know
where it comes from, but I do know
that it’s most awfully hot there. The
sun pelts down like fun, and the black
pitch absorbs all the heat. All down
to the coast and under the sea and
across in Venesuela there is a streak
of this same formation. The British
Government owns the lake, and a
monopoly pays a royalty of not less
tiian £20,000 a year. [Chicago
Tribune.
A Last Resort.
“You had a narrow escape on the
lakes I understand?”
“Yes, indeed, the coal ran out and
the captain had to split up the ship’s
log to keep the fires going.”—[Mun-
eey’s Weeklv.
THE HONEYMOON.
A Survival of the Primitive
Method of Marriage.
Brutal and Unromantic Court¬
ships of Various Savages.
“Can you toll me from what source
this custom of tho honeymoon journey
is derived?’’ asked a young married
man, just returned from his wedding
trip with much flattened pocket hook,
of a scientific friend.
“Why, my dear hoy," was the re¬
ply, “it is of purely savage origin and
represents a survival of tho primitive
method of marriage by capture. In
the early days of social existence be¬
fore the era of civilization dawned the
lover always secured his bride by
force, just as the Australian native oi
today knocks down the woman lie de¬
sires for a wifo with his club and
drags lier oil, this ceremony constitut¬
ing tiie requisite legal form. Among
tlie Kalmucks of central Asia the girl
whom a youth desires to win is put on
a horse and rides off at full speed, the
lover pursuing as soon as site is judged
to have got a fair start. If lie cannot
overtake her the match is off, hut if lie
succeeds in catchiug her she becomes
his wife. When she likes the young
man it is to be presumed that she docs
not ride her hardest.
“With tiie Ahitas of the Phillippinc
Islands when a man wishes to marry n
young woman she is given an hour’s
stai't in the woods, and, if lie finds
her and brings her hack before senset,
it is a lawful marriage. Ever so
many people sfill preserve the form of
marriage by capture, even though the
actual custom no longer exists. When
an Indian of Chile lias agreed on the
price lie shall pay for a girl to her
parents the recognized mode of pro
ceeding is that he surprises her, or is
supposed to do so, and carries her oil
to the woods for a few days, after
which lhe happy couple, return home.
“That seems much like a civilized
honeymoon.”
“Tho idea'hf it is precisely tho same
and the custom is derived from the
same source. Just as I said, the
honeymoon is in fact a survival of the
primitive custom of marriage by cap
ture. As nations have advanced in
civilization and communities have be¬
come larger the aciuai capture of wives
has become inconvenient and unneces¬
sary. Gradually, therefore, it lias
sunk more anil more- into mere form.
Thus tiie requirements of fashion were
satisfied with your running off with
your own bride out of town for a
month.”
“Very expensive I found it.
should have preferred not to acquire
my wife by capture.”
“All! But my dear fellow, you
wero obliged to make a show of carry¬
ing her off if you wished to do the
proper tiling. The very bride cake at
your wedding, of which I was given
a slice, is simply a survival of the bar¬
barous method of marriage by eating
together. This latter custom is in use
today amoiig many tribes of Indians.
Among modern savages you will find
the same customs in vogue now that
were doubtless used by our own
primitive ancestors, and this consider¬
ation alone renders a study of their
ways very interesting.
“Speaking of weddings reminds one
of kissing tho brido. Now, as to that,
kissing seems to us so natural an ex¬
pression of affection that we should
expect it to bo found alt over the
world. Yet it is unknown to tiie
Australian, the New Zealanders, the
Papuans, tho natives of west Africa
and the Eskimo. . In some parts of
Central Africa it is considered a mark
of respect to turn the hack on a supc-
rior.
“The Todas of the Neilghorry hills,
in India, show respect by raising the
open right hand and resting the thumb
on the end of tho nose. Capt. Cook
asserts that the inhabitants of an island
in the Pacific ocean, called Mallicolo,
show admiration by hissing. Among
the Eskimo it is customary to pull a
person’s nose as a compliment. And
among (ho Chinese, who are not sav¬
age but barbarous, a coffin is regarded
as a neat and appropriate present for
an aged person, especially if in bad
health.”—[Washington Star.
Consistent.
“That Sallie Harkins is the greatest
girl for getting bargains at second
hand.”
“Isn’t she? I understand site’s
going to marry a widower.”—[New
York Sun.
The Point of Resemblance,
| He—The sound of your voice re-
minds me of the music of a brook,
ghe (flattered)—Indeed?
Re—Yes. You see, it rolls on for
ever.
Stokers on nu Ocean Steamship.
On tho steamship City of l’aris there
are sixty firemen, who furnaces, feed the fiery that j
maws of fifty-four i
create steam in nine steam hollers.
Fifty coal passers shovel the fuel from
the hunkers to tlio furnace doors, and
the firemen toss it in. There is some¬
thing more than mere shoveling in
firing. Tho stoker must know how to
put tho coals on so they will not burn
too quickly or deaden the lire. He
must know how to stir or poke the
tire so as to get all, or nearly all, the
caloric out of the coal. He must know
how to obtain tho best results from
the Welsh coal ho hurnes on the voyage,
to this port and tho American coal ho
uses on tho trip eastward. Each kind
requires differont handling.
Often the result of a raco eastward
has been determined by tho superior
knowledge of (lie handling of Ameri¬
can coal possessed by the winning
ship’s stokers. To a man who thor¬
oughly understands it, firing is easier
than it used to he. But it is, never¬
theless, so arduous that the veterans
are not over 45 years old. Nearly all
the stokers oil the City of Paris and
the City of New York are between 20
and 30 years of age. They receive
$20 a mouth and their board. Tho
leading stoker gels a few dollars more
and does not have to work quite so
hard, lie is usually the eldest of the
crew lie directs. The coal passer, the
limit of whose ambition is to become
a fireman, gets $17.50 a month. Tho
leading coal passer, or trimmer, gets a
little more than this.
Service in the lire room is divided
into six watches of four hours each.
The fireman works and sleeps every
alternate four hours. After tho first
day from port two out of every six
furnaces are raked out of tho baro
bars during the first hour of each
watch. Thus in a voyage, all the fur¬
naces are cleaned once in every twen-
ty-fouv hours. The steam goes down
a hit in the "hour while the cleaning is
going on. The perspiring 6tokers
shovel into the furnaces fifteen tons of
coal every hour or 340 tons a day.
The ship usually takes in 3,000 tons at
Liverpool, and has between 500 and
800 tons left in her bunkers when she
arrives here.
The engineer’s department is entire¬
ly distinct and separate from the
firemen’s. On the City of Paris there
are twenty-six engineers, including
hydraulic and electrical. They are
educated in engine shops on shore and
a certain number of them go on ships
every year. They are all machinists,
so whenever tho ship breaks down they
know how to repair the damage. Ia
case the chief engineer should be disa¬
bled any assistant could take his place.
— [New York Sun.
Dummy Clocks.
There are some clocks that tell time
anil some that only tell the right time
twice every day. They are the dum¬
my clocks which jewellers often have
for signs in front of their stores.
Have you ever seen them? and, if so,
have you noticed that almost ail of
them point to the same time,—seven¬
teen minutes after eight? Perhaps, if
you have thought of them at all, you
supposed, as I did, that they were
made to point to any hour that the
workman who made them might fan¬
cy; but that is not so. A gentleman,
standing near one tho other day, said,
“I never see one of those clock-faces
that I don’t think of Abraham
Lincoln.”
“Why so?” said a friend.
“Because those clocks mark the hour
and moment when he was shot. The
JeWellors’ Association after his deatli
decided that nil such clock-faces
should be set at 8.17, and this has
been done so generally since that you
scarcely ever seo one which is not in
this way a sad reminder of the tragic
death of a great man.”—[Christian
Advocate.
The Snow Sheds of the Rockies.
Few persons have any idea as to the
extent to which snow sheds have to he
used in tho west by the railroads which
traverse the Rocky and Sie:ra moun¬
tains. The building of these snow
sheds and keeping them in repair form
a large item of expense to the railroads
crossing these mountains, hut if it
were not for these sheds many of these
roads would he inoperative during tiie
greater portion of the winter on
account of snow blockades,snow slides,
etc. The snow sheds of tiie Southern
Pacific railroad in the Sierra Nevada
mountains alone represent an outlay
of fully $3,000,000 to Hie company,
and about 2 , 000,000 feet of lumber
were required for their erection. It
cost about $2,000,000 to build them in
tiie first place and about $1,000,000 to
keep them in repair during the past
twenty years. This is an item of ex¬
pense that the eastern roads do not
have to contend with.—r Atlanta Con¬
stitution.
CHILDREN’S COLUMN,
A LITTLE (URL'S FONM.
Charley hoy looked at tho inowtlnkcs fstr
Fall lug so swiftly through the air.
With wonder in his big blue eyes
lie looked at the fairies from fur-off skies.
Soon lie railed, ‘'Mamma, come look at these
things,
Floating as softly ns If they liad wings.
"I guess, Mamma, the angels up tliore
Arc combing the dandruff out of their hair 1”
—[American Agriculturist.
a hoc that went to the pookhousk.
A family in Salem, Mass., owned a
dog who had bccomo quito old and
troublesome. He was cross, and
would take the best plaoo in tho room
and no ono could muko him leave it
willingly. At last Grandma, much
troubled, said, “$ir, this dog is so
troublesome, wo must send him away.”
The dog got up and looked at her in
sorrow and went out of die room. In
a few days they heard that this dog,
whom everybody knew, had gone to
the poorhottse, where tho town's poor
people were taken care off; and strang¬
er still, on Saturdays, when many of
tho inmates went to see friends, this
dog also went homo to seo “Sir” and
"Main,” stayed awhile and then went
hack again and lived there ever after.
— [Wide Awake.
FARMER ANTS.
In various parts of North America
there is found a kind of ant Hint per¬
forms all the processes connected with
farming. They weed tho ground near
Hie nests, clearing away all the green
stuff', except a grain-bearing grass
known as “ant rice.” Tho/ sow the
seeds of this grass, and gather tho
crop whim it is ripe. The chaff'is re¬
moved, but tho grain is stored for
winter use. Should the season bo wet
and any of tho seeds in the granaries
begin to sprout, the insects take out all
tho damaged grain and place it in tho
sun to dry. This is done only during
the day and during sunshine, and seeds
that arc so much injured ns to ho
worthless are cast aside. No wonder
this clever and industrious creature is
called tho agricultural or harvesting
ant.—[Little Folks.
THE BELLE OF THE NIGHT.
The French call tho well-known
flower—“tho four o’clock”—“the
belle of tho night,” a name it fully
deserves on account of its bright
foliage, its beautiful color and its ex¬
quisite fragrance. The namo “four
o’clock" was given to it bccauso it
opens at that time ia (lie afternoon.
It is also called “tiie marvel of
Pern,” because it was first found in
Peru soon after the discovery of tho
country, when almost everything from
that strango land was considered
miraculous. It is a lovely sight to
watch the humming birds and hum¬
ming bird moths hovering over this
flower, and sipping the sweets it so
generously offers them. — [Detroit
Free Press.
ROMANCE OF A FOUNDLING ASYLUM.
Madame Carnot, tho wife of tho
President of flic Fiencti Republic, fre¬
quently visits a day nursery for poor
children in tlie Rue Bacon, loaded
with toys and fresh fruits. The story
of tho establishment of this charitable
institution is full of interest and pa¬
thos.
Many years ago an only child, a
daughter, was born to a noble but
poor couple, tho Count and Countess
do Laurenceau. Tim little girl was
beautiful and attractive, and hccamo
tho pet of a large circle of uncles,
aunts and cousins, who all fell into
the habit of giving her birthday gifts
of money, which was laid away to
hear interest until she should ho grown
and require a dot.
The young girl died while still a
child, and her mother took this money
and with it founded tiffs asylum for
tiie homeless babies of Paris, in mem¬
ory of her lost darling. Other mothers,
left childless, Iiave given aid to this
charity, witli the money which they
had intended to give to memorial win¬
dows and costly gravestones.
The Little Bethlehem, as it is called
thus is dedicated not only to the help
of the innocent, little living children
who find a refuge in it, but to the
memory of others whose fate in life
was happier, hut who were, perhaps,
not more dearly loved.—[Ladies
Home Companion.
The Best Branch for Him.
Father—What Branch do you con¬
sider the most profitable for my son?
Teacher—I can liardlv say, hut I
think a good stout blue beech c* a
long sinuous birch would do him as
much good as any.—[Harper’s Bazar.
Very Regular.
Father—“Is that stranger who calls
to see you a man of regular habits?’’
Daughter—“Yes, indeed, pa. He
arrives every night promptly at eight.”
NO. 4.
The Sweetest Day.
i do not Know what skies there were,
Nor If the wind was high or low;
I think I heard the branches stir
A little, when we turned to go;
1 think I heard the grasses sway
As if they tried to kiss yonr feet-
And yet, it seems like yesterday,
That day together, sweet!
J think it must have been in May:
1 think the sunlight must have shone;
1 know a scent of Springtime lay
Across the fields; we were alone.
We went, together, you and I;
flow could I look beyond your eyes!
If you were only standing by • *
1 did not miss the skies!
1 could not tell if evening glowed.
Or noonday heat lay wldtc or still
Beyond the shadows of Hie road;
1 only watched your face, until
I knew it was tiie gladdest day,
The sweetest day that Summer knew-*
l'he time when we two stole away
And I saw only you I
HUMOROUS,
True lovers are few bul not very far
between.
The cook is an expert ai decorating
the interior.
The politician generally wants a
good “deal” for liis money.
Tho butcher’s rceipo. ^for getting
rid of superfluous flesh is to sell it.
How good a man is to liis wifo tho
first day after she Jins caught him
doing something wrong.
The plebeian molasses candy always
lias optimistic views. II gels stuck on
everything, itself included.
Fair visitor—Why do they call tho
sailors turs, lieutenant? Lieutenant—■
Because they pitch into the enemy.
Chirrup—Does your watch go?
IIurd-Up (just returned from pawn¬
broker’s)—Well, it went for a short
time.
Dobbins—Miss (Tara’s father actu¬
ally insulted mo last night. Richards
—Get out! Dobbins—Yes, that’s just
what lie said.
At tho husking bee, if you get a red
car, you may steal a kiss; while, on
the contrary, under other conditions,
if you steal a kiss you may get a red
ear.
“About the most, disagreeable man
on earth,” said Gharlio Casligo, “is
the pawnbroker.” “Yes,” responded
Billy Bender, dolefully, “hut we have
to put up with him.”
Father—“Didn’t I hoar high words
between you and your brother just
now, Henry?” Henry—“Very likely,
father, hut surely you wouldn’t wish
me to use low language.”
Father—“Did you break (liis vase?”
Johnny—“Yes, father; i can't lie.”
Father—“Indeed! Well, you won’t
be able to sit, either, when I am done
with you. Como along to the wood¬
shed.”
Chinese Gratitude.
A late train from New York brought
into tho Broad street station, Wednes¬
day, Dr. George E. Brewer, who came
on to attend the Radnor hunt break¬
fast.
Some years ago, when Dr. Brewer
was a hospital surgeon in Boston, lie
wus called to attend a Chinaman who
hud been crushed almost to a jelly by
tho wheels of a huge (ruck. Tho poor
fellow was in great agony, and when
taken to the hospital lie was given up
as fatally injured. But while lie re¬
mained, of course, the surgeon worked,
and watched. For days the Chinaman
hung over the chasm of deatli, hut at
last lie commenced to gain, and little
by little recovered.
After several weeks he was taken
from tiie hospital by friends, anil Dr.
Brewer never expected to see or hear
from hlrrt'agfain! BuFsix mouths later
lie received a queer pared which was
handed to him by (lie Chiimmrt» and
three friends, Mho left it in the doc¬
tor’s hands, after going through a lot
of apoechmaking and kotowing. Tho
young physician opened the parcel,and
within tho wrappings was found a
banner of queer cardinal fabric. Ono
side was covered witli Chinese words
anil on (lie oilier m'iis Dr. Brewer’s
name. The recipient of this strango
gift could not find any one in Boston
to translate the queer diai'liiters and
finally his father, then a member of
Congress, took tho banner to the
Chinese Legation in Washington and
liad a translation rendered. Tliis re¬
lated the story of the Chinaman's in¬
juries and told of Dr. Brewer’s won¬
derful skill in treating the patient,
saving liis life.
The closing sentence stated that
after long consultation the Chinaman
and liis friends liad decided that young
Dr. Brewer’s son! was that formerly
possessed by a famous doc:or of the
Celestial Empire, who died some years
since.
“JIow long ago did this Chinose
doctor die?”
“Well,” the translator gravely re¬
plied, “he’s been dead about 4000
years.”—[Philadelphia Press.