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VOL. III. NO. 7.
To a Southern Ctrl,
Her eyes Southern skies
Would match the
When Southern skies arc bluest;
Iler heart
Will always take its part
Where Southern hearts arc truest.
Bright pearls,
The gems of Southern girls,
Her winning smile discloses;
Her cheeks,
When admiration speaks,
Wear only Southern roses.
Her v oice,
By nature and by choice,
E’en those who know her slightest
Will find
As soft as Southern wind
When Southern winds are lightest.
• JJcr laugh,
As light as wine or chaff,
Breaks clear, at witty sallies,
As brooks
Bun bubbling through the uooks
Of all her Southern val eys.
Such youth,
With ail its charms forsooth,—
Alas, too well I know it!—
Will claim
A song of love and fame
Sung by some Southern poet.
But she
In future years, maybe,
These verses may discover,
Sometime
May read this little rhyme
Sung by a Northern lover.
— [James G. Burnett, in the Century.
The Young Man’s Mistake.
BY HELEN FOREST GRAVES.
“Oh, but you’d be sure to make
your fortune, Jason,” said Annie
Payroll, enthusiastically.
“I shall make a try for it at all
events,” said Jason Trowbridge, rath-
er conceitedly, adjusting the lavender
silk necktie that the dainty fingers of
bis betrothed had slit died for him.
He was a tall, handsome young
man, with curly brown hair, a pink
and white complexion, and an exqu’s-
ite little shadow of a mustache on
his upper lip; the only son of a wid¬
owed mother, ami the Apollo of the
village mythology. Such young fel¬
lows are very apt to be a little
spoiled, and someiimos more than a
little.
“I wish I could go to the city,” said
Annie, discontented!)-. In her mind’s
eye, pretty Annie Dayrell saw her
daisy-like loveliness eclipsed by Die
sparkle and style of city belle*. She
remembered how, in all Die novels
she bad read, Die wealthy merchants’
beautiful daughters invariably fell in
love with the courageous young aspi¬
rants for fortune. And what woman
could be blamed for fid.ing iu love
with Jason Trowbridge? Already
Annie felt tho envenomed dart of
jealousy tearing at her heart.
“Jason wili take-yon there one day,
my dear,” said Mrs. Tiowbridge.com-
placently. “It isn’t every young man
that enters life under auspices like
those of our Jason. But then, you
see, the l ead of tlie fnm used to lie a
college mate of my poor dear hus¬
band.”
“Mr. Aiwayne?” said Annie.
“Yes, Mr. Ahvayue. The linn i9
Ahvayne & Alford.”
Annie listened ill reverential silence
to these items of information, which
she heard at least a score of times be¬
fore; but then it was such a privilege
to ho allowed to como and help pack
Jason’s trunks and mark his cuffs and
collars, ami follow him from room to
room, like a patient, adoring little
girl, as she was, that she would scarce¬
ly have found the multiplication table
itself tedious.
So Jason went to seek his fortune,
like him of the Golden Fleece, nobody
knows how many centuries ago.
It was quite true, as his mother had
said, that his debut on tho grand stage
of the world was surrounded with
more favorable circumstances than
that of many young men of his age
and qualifications.
Mrs. Trowbridge, anxious that her
. only child should succeed in life, had
written a long letter to Mr. Aiwayne
recalling to his memory the gay young
collegian of thirty years ago, and beg¬
ging his interest,, and Mr. AlWaync
had responded with a brief, brusque
note, which people told the widow
was characteristic of the rich mer¬
chant.
“Send the young fellow on,” it-
said; “1 am Willing to try what
mettle heis made of.”
That was rather a slender founda¬
tion whereon to build, but it was
enough for Mrs. Trowbridge and
Annie Dayrell—nay, even for Jason
himself.
“He’s an eccentric fellow,” reasoned
the young man, “with lots of money
and no son of his own; it shall be no
fault of mine if he doesn’t take a
fancy to me.”
Thus he meditated as he elbowed his
way through the crowd at Albany to
get bis ticket. At the same moment
he felt a band laid lightly on his arm,
and he was addressed bv a feeble-look-
THE
ing old man in a buttornut colored
suit and a knotted cane.
“Would yon please got my ticket
for me, sir ? I am not so spry as
some of these travellers, and I believe
our time is limited.”
“Get your ticket yourself 1” sharply
dashed back .Tason Trowbridge, aggra¬
vated especially by some rough boot
being placed just then on his tight
patent leathor boot. “I’ve no more
time to fool away than”you have.”
And lie caught at the slip of paper
pushed toward him by the official, and
rushed madly toward the station door,
nearly upsetting the old man in his
hot haste.
“Every man for himself and the
whai’s-liis-namo take the hindmost!'
said Mr. Jason Trowbridge to himself
as ho seated himself in the cars, pant¬
ing and breathless. “That’s my
motto! A fellow that expects to get
along in tho world, must expect to
push!”
And ho unfolded a newspaper and
began to read.
Gradually the journey drew to a
close; the cars dashed across Spuytcn
Duyvil Creek, and Jason Trowbridge
felt himself breathing tho electrically
charged atmosphere of New York.
lie seated himself in a hack.
“Drive to No. — Fifth avenue,”
said he, lofiily thinking to himself
that it was always best to make a
favorable first impression.
“Yes, yes!” answered the hackman
grinning; lie know a green country
youth when ho saw him, spite of the
assumed familiarity with city manners
that sat so awkardly on the traveler.
“Directly, sir; but here’s another
passenger--”
“I object!” said Jason, indignantly,
as he caught sight of the obnoxious
butternut-colored suit at the door, “I
won’t be jimined in with other passcu-
gers—I’ll have the hack to myself.”
“Werry well, sir,” said the disap¬
pointed driver, slamming the carriage-
door to. “You’ll have to get some
other trap, old gen’ieman. My fare,
he’s very genteel and exclusive!”
And away he rattled over the pave¬
ments.
The journey was a very brief one—
so brief, in fact, that Mr. Trowbridge
would have rebelled against the de¬
manded fare of five dollars, had it
not been for the false shame which
taught him that it was not “the tiling
to dispute with a hackman.” So lie
paid it, little as tie felt able to afford
the unnecessary outlay, and hesitat¬
ingly ascended the brown-stone steps
which led to the stately residence of
the head of the great mercantile firm
of Aiwayne & Alford.
“Y r es, Mr. Aiwayne is in.” At least
so said the colored man in a white
apron, wbo admitted him, and indi¬
cated a chair in the hall wherein to
wait, while lie carried in the card.
•‘As if I were a book agent or a
peddler, selling soaps or china ce¬
ments!” Jason said, indignantly, to
himself.
Presently the colored man came
back.
“Will you please walk in de library,
sab?” he said; and Jason Trowbridge
followed the sable guide across a
wide, softly-carpeted corridor into a
large room, lined with books, and
furnished in black walnut and polished
green leather.
There stood a short stout man,
looking as much like a farmer as a
merchant, and there to our heroe’s dis¬
may in one of the easy chairs sat the
identical butternut-coated individual.
“How do you do, Mr. Trowbridge?”
said the great merchant prince,
brusquely nodding; “glad to see you,
for the sake of old acquaintanceship
with your father. This is my father,”
inclining his head toward the old
man, who was resting his chin on
the knotted stick. The elder smiled.
“I have met the young man before,”
said he, shrewdly.
“Eh! where.”
“At the Albany depot, where he re¬
fused to aid me in getting a ticket,
and at the station in this city, where
lie declined to allow me to sliaie a
hack with him. I dare say it was all
right enough. Old age cannot always
expect courteous recognition from
youth.” ’ knitted his
“Ah I” Mr. Aiwayne
heavy brows, and Jason felt as if his
blood were all turning to red-hot
lead.
«I_I didn’t know,” he began,
stammering and stuttering awkward¬
ly enough. “If I had supposed (hat
it was Mr. Aiwayne’s father-”
“Circumstances would have altered
cases, eh?” said the merchant dryly.
“I regret, young sir, that I have no
more time at my disposal just now. If
you will send me your address, in a
day or two I’ll see what can be done
for you.” Trowbridge found him¬
An I Jason
self being bowed politely out of the
Fifth avenue mansion, while a dark
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presentiment took possession of his
soul that tho star of his destiny was
somehow being overclouded.
“Why couldn’t 1 have lmd Die com-
mon sonso to treat tho old codger
civilly?” ho asked himself, despairing.
>y. ‘It would have been so easy.’’
“It is always easy to be civil;” but
Mr. Jason Trowbridge had found out
this important fact a little too late for
in’s o rn advantage.
Throe days afterward ho received
a note from Mr. Aiwayne, stating that
lie had no situation vacant, which
would bo appropriate to Mr. Trow¬
bridge. And although no allusion was
mado to tho oid gentleman in the but¬
ternut-colored suit, Jason Trowbridge
knew what it all meant.
He had made a mistake at tho out¬
set, which is rather different from
making one’s fortune, as all tho world
knows. —[New l r ork Weekly.
Singing Baby to Sleep.
“Sometimes,” said an experienced
nitrso “the numerical system of sing¬
ing is decidedly useful. Many a
mother in singing a restless child - to
sleep has sung the same song over and
over again repeating the verses indef¬
initely. Usually this form of rytli.
melic repetition i9 effective; tliere aro
few chilnren that can hold out against
it If the voice is gentle and the sing¬
ing is continued without a break and
a gradually decreasing volume of
tone. But occasionally it happens
that just as the child is about to go to
sleep there is a biiof period when its
senses, though veiled by drowsiness,
aro really remarkably acute and when
tho work of hours may be easily up¬
set in an instant. A momentary halt
in the singing may awaken Die child;
Iho almost imperceptible rustle attend¬
ing the bending forward to see if the
child is asleep may have the same ef¬
fect, and thero comes a time when
even the words of the song strike the
sensitive nerve with wakeful rather
than with resiful impulses, Here is
where tho numerical system may be
used to advantage, substituting for
the regular words of the song, with
iheir dissimilar and therefore some¬
what disturbing sound waves other
words more nearly uniform iu cliarac-
ter.
“Suppose, for instance, the mother
is singing ‘Grandfather’s Clock,’ and
that she has bjen singing for an hour
or an hour and a half, and has re¬
peated it say seventy or eighty times.
At the critical moment between wake-
fullness and sleep she glides gently
into, ‘Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-
three, thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-
six, thirty-seven.’
“The similar sounds which these
words produce mako but the faintest
ripple on the sensitive ear, and gener¬
ally ten or fifteen verses of the song
so snug are enough for the purpose.”
— [New York Suu.
Queer Antipathies.
“Talking of peculiarities of ap.
petite,” said a citizen in conversation,
“I know a man who has not eaten a
mouthful of meat in twenty years.”
“A vegetarian, eh?” queried a lis¬
tener.
“No; he took a sudden dislike to
meat of any kind, and gave up eating
it. But he could not tell himself what
caused the change in his appetite.
“My wife can never eat an oyster,"
said one present, “without her skin
breaking out with purple spots as
large as dimes, She feels no uneasi-
ness, but naturally does not like to be
spotted like a pard.”
“I was acquainted with a woman
out west,” said another of the party,
“who broke out with prickly heat
whenever she jaw or tasted goat’s
milk cheese. Her husband brought
some into the house and hid it in a
cupboard. When she approached it
sho began to shiver, and declared that
she felt Die strange prickly sensa¬
tion.”
“‘If I did not know that there was
no cheese in the house I should think
it was that,’ she said, and then her
husband acknowledged that he had
done it to test her. The physiological
effect satisfied him that it was not in
the imagination.”
A strange antipathy was then re¬
lated by a young doctor present.
“I had ordered a pair of new and
fashionable trousers when I was taken
ill with a severe attack of jaundice.
The garments were mado and sent
home, but I was too sick to wear
them, and after looking at them and
seeing that they were just as I ordered
them, I laid them away. When I was
well I was about to wear them when I
recalled all the symptoms of my ill¬
ness, and I could not endure the sight
or touch of them. I tried again and
again with the same result. There is
no law iu materia medica to account
for such a manifestation.”—[Detroit
WINGED WANDERERS
Wliere the Birds Go to Pass
Winter Months.
The Curious Instincts of the
Feathered Songsters.
In the course of the last fifty years
a considerable number of European
song birds have been turned loose in
the woods and gardens of tho New
World, but, with rare exceptions,they
all disappear before the end of the
second wintor. Only four out of fifty
English larks brought to Maryland in
1879 were seen the ncx> spring, and
no nightingale has as yot managed to
survive an American blizzard.
The failuro of those experiments
may, however, be duo to tho circum¬
stance that the assisted immigrants
were taken to Die wrong side of the
Itocky mountains. Like the Gasgon
farmer who hoped to find the climate
of Southern Franco in Southern Michi¬
gan, they owed their ruin to a misap¬
plication of geographical facts. A
trip of 600 miles will carry a British
bird to an almost winterless zone.
Tho migratory birds of tho Eastern
states have a curious habit of follow¬
ing established routes of travel.
Countless thousands of water birds,
for instance, cross tho Mexican border
near the mouth of the Rio Grando,
probably to avoid the broad sand
wastes that skirt tlio upper river valley.
Farther east there is a brackish estu¬
ary almost devoid of islands, so that
the lagoons of the delta afford the
only convenient resting place for
legions of swamp-loving wanderers.
A similar bird trap is found in a low
gap of the Sierra Nevada, near tho
eastern border of Plumas county.
The feathered inhabitants of Colorado
and Nevada could reach the tropics
only by a 2000 mile trip across barren
table-lands, without water and wood;
so some of .them have found it the
best plan to follow Horace Greeley’s
advice and enjoy the comforts of a
protracted Indians summer by going
West.
A few species of Eastern wood
birds come to grief in trying to pass
the winter in the southern Alleglianies.
ltobins, for instance, flock by thou¬
sands to the hill country of eastern
Alabama, where they flit about tho
woods in quest of cedar berries, and
are killed in such numbers that in the
course of years they will become as
scarce as the traveling pigeons of tho
Mississippi valley.
Some of our shy woodbirds avoid
human habitations in their wander¬
ings, but the wisest go where gun¬
powder is dear and pass tho winter in
the swamp forests of Yucatan or even
farther south, in the pathless woods
of Guiana and Eastern Brazil. A
Belgian nobleman once manngod to
catch 200 storks and labelled overy
one of them with a piece of paste¬
board giving the address of the ex¬
perimenter and requesting to inform
him where the bird iiad been caught
or killed during tho winter season,
These curious passports were at¬
tached in a conspicuous manner to the
neck or legs of the birds, and ono of
them returned next spring with a
message to the effect that lie had been
caught in a meadow near Sidi Belbez,
in Western Algeria. Two years after
another of the original tickets came
back by mail, with a note slating that
the winged messenger had been shot
at Fort George, near the mouth of the
Senegal.
Cranes, storks and wild geese fly
fast enough to make the trip from
Northern Europe to Africa in a week,
but most of them take a midway rest
north of the Mediterranean. The reed
swamps of the Guadiana river, in
Southern S pain, are nil alive with
migratory birds in November, and the
water fowl of Northern Russia winter
on the shores of the Caspian, where
snowstorms may occur now and then,
but where water-birds are, on the
whole, much better off than on the
dcBert coasts further south.—[San
Francisco Chronicle.
Artificial Bain.
Professor Edwin J. Houston
made public the results of bis
gations on the subject of
artificial rain. He states that
are meteorological conditions that
probably frequently exist in
latitudes in which heavy rains mighi
be artificially produced by
disturbances, when, without such dis¬
turbances, no rainfall would occur.
Should for example, a layer of warm,
moist air exist between the
surface and a higher layer of cold,
moist air, separated by a comparative¬
ly thin layer of air, and should
conditions exist as to maintain the tw<
layers separate, then tho breaking < :
piercing of the intermediate eoparat
ing layer might permit such nn upi ush
of tho warmer air through tho open¬
ing that tho liberation of its stored up
energy through the condensation of it*
moisture would result in tho produc¬
tion of an extended area of low bar-
ometor. In other words, tho artificial
rupture of tho separating layer would
result in the formation of a true ston%
centre and a heavy rainfall of consid¬
erable dimensions. Professor Hous¬
ton formulates tho following conclu¬
sions concerning tho artificial pro¬
duction of rain: First, that rain can
never be made to full at will by mid¬
air explosions on any part of the
earth surface, irro pective of tho
climatic conditions there existing;
second, that during certain meteoro¬
logical conditions mid-air explosions
may result in rainfall over extended
areas; third, that the liberation of
energy nccessory for such rainfalls is
due not to mid-air explosions but to
(he energy stored up in (ho mofst air
from which (lie rain is derived;
fourth, that tho ntoleorological condi¬
tions which must exist for the succoss-
full action of mid-air explosions
would probably in most, though not
all, cases themselves result in a
natural production of rain; fifth, that
a comparatively high difference of
electric potential botweeu different
ports of tho air, or between tho air
and the earth, is possibly favornblo
when taken in connection with other
meteorological conditions for artificial
rain-making; sixth, that an undirected
mid-air explosion is not as likely to
produce rain as an explosion in
which the main tomleucy of (ho
energy liberated is to cause a general
uprush of the air.— [Chicago Nows.
Snakes That Eat Eggs.
I)r. Buckland mentions that tho tooth
of serpents aro not always found in
their mouths. There is a snake in
Africa tliat lives upon tho eggs of birds
which lie purloins from tho nests. It
has no tooth in its mouth, but they
aro developed in its belly ,being formed
in a very curious manner. They are
not true teeth, but certain little bones,
parts of the vertebral, aro mado to
serve a like purpose, ouo projecting
from the center of each vertebra. The
ends of tlioso hones pass through the
wall of the stomach, being covered
with enamci like real tooth, so that on
looking into tho stomach a row of
what looks oxactly like teeth is seen at
its back part. Tho eggs then swal¬
lowed by the snake goes down into
the stomach and is broken against tho
teeth by the pressure of the abdominal
walls.. Being thus brokon the con¬
tents of the egg cannot escape, as
would have been the case if it had been
broken in the mouth.
It is not generally known that the
remarkable Australian mammal known
as the ornitborynchus, which lays eggs
and hag a duck’s bill and webbed feet,
possesses a poison apparatus much
like that of a snake. The rnalo of
this animal lias a gland on the back
part of Die thigh, communicating by
means of a duct with a sharp spur,
very like a cock’s spur. This spur is
perforated like Die cobra’s tooth, and
ihc poisonous secretion of (he gland is
tints transmitted into tho wound made
by the spur.—[Washington Star.
A Chinese. Governor.
Tsbang Y’ao, tho Governor of tho
Province of Shantung, who died re¬
cently, was one of tho highest digni¬
taries of tho Celestial Empire. He
bad a highly adventurous career.
Born in lowly position, Jio was ob.
liged to flee in his youtli on account
of httving murdered the tormentor of
an old man. He became a robber
and soon stood at the head of all the
brigands who made tho province of
Hunan unsafe. When, during the
rebellion, Die chief town of the
province was threatened, the Governor
issued a proclamation in which he
promised the hand of his daughter to
the man who would save the town
from the enemy. At the head of 500
bandits, Tsliang heat off the attack of
the rebels, and led home on the next
day, as a reward for his bravery, tho
almond-eyed beauty. Then lie mado
rapid progress. Ho was not able to
re .d or write, but was of groat integ¬
rity, and died poor as lie was born.
He was called by his people, on ac¬
count of liis charity, Tsliang, “the
blue sky.” it is said, however that he
was not always just toward Europeans,
and especially the missionaries.
A Terrier Line-Carrier.
One of the English electric light
companies, whose wires are carried in
underground conduits, has a novel
method of drawing wires through the
conduits.
A small terrier lias been so trained
that when a light cord is attached to
him he runs through the conduit from
j ( lie manhole to tho next, dragging the
■ jfd with iiiri). — [Now York Journal,
CHILUKKN’N COLUMN.
OKAm.lt HOMO,
lire the moon begins to rise
Or a star to shine.
All the bluebells close their eyes
So close thine,
Thine, dear, thine!
Birds arc alceplng in the nest
On the swavbig the bow.
Thus, against mother-breast—
iSo sleep thou,
Sleep, sleep, sleep!
•-[Thomas Bailey Aldrich, In Independent.
TIIK Hl'.N 8TOKY•
One day last summer, writes a cor.
respondent, wlion I was pickuicking
near nn old farm house the lady who
lived there told me tills story about
one of her Leghorn lions: The lien
had boon very troublesome. .Sho
would insist upon hatching eggs, and,
as her owners did not want any chick¬
ens, 1 suppose sho got restless and
thought, “Well, if I can’t hatch egg*,
1 w ill hatch something else. I don’t
enro what it is|so it is a bit like eggs.
But I’ll not give into them and give
lip allogotber silting on something.”
So sho roamed about on tho lawn, and
all at once sho on mo upon what looked
to her very much like two groon eggs.
These wore apples that had fallen
off iho troo over her head; but bens’
mental capacity are limited as you
know, and she never thought of that,
but cackled away as if to say, “Good
gracious, how very fortunato I am!
It will bo so meo to see what coinos
out of green eggs that have a little
black dot nt one end, and n tiny tail at
the other.” Sho thought tho stalk was
a lai), and admired it very much.
And there sho sat, day after day, as
sweetly content as hens can bo, and if
the apples had not got bad and boon
taken away, I daro say sho would ho
sitting on thorn still, poor Uiingl —
[Brooklyn Citizen.
OYSTERS ON TREES.
The other day I heard somobody
speak of “oysters hanging upon Dio
brunches of trees on tho bordors of
the Ohasaponko Bay.”
“That sounds liko a fairy tale,”
thought I to myself.
1 determined to investigate. So I
said: “1 always supposed oysters
grow under the water. 1 never knew
they bung in clusters on tree branches
like apples. Curious sort of oysiers
tlioso must bo which grow on tree 8
along tho banka of the Chesapeake!”
“Chesapeake Bay lias Die finest kind
of oysters,” said the Talking Man.
“The reason they are sometimes found
growing on troo branches is tiiis. The
spawn of the oyster floats about ill Die
water, tossed by wind ami waves, it
lias tho quality of attaching itself
firmly to any solid substance it touches.
Sometimes it might be the bottom of
a ship, a rock, or a tree branch. You
know the boitom of a ship ofiou noei.*
scraping on account of Die shell-fish
adhering to it.
“Now Die branches of (roes often
droop into Die water. They do it
along the borders of tho (Jho-apeake
the same a* on Die banks of any other
river or bay. At high tide such
brandies will bo covered with water,
and when Die tide goes back, Dio
branches como to the surface again.
“The spawn sticks on those boughs
wlion they arc beneath tho waves. In
a few days tho liny oysters begin to
develop, and beforo long at every
low tide the branch can bo seen hang¬
ing out, with little oysters growing
nil over it.
“Sometimes a brunch which is often
under water will bo nearly covered
with small oysters. It looks very
odd, of course, but it’s a common
sight down there.
“Grow? They don’t grow very
lar^o, to bo sure. To attain pefcction
an oyster must always be under water
and these hang half tho time out ot
it. When they are exposed too long
to the liot sun they die. Their weight
often causes them to fall off.
“Littlooysters are sometimes trans¬
planted. Not off tree branches, but
from the beds at the boitom of the
bay. They arc planted in oyster-beds
in other places where, in a couple of
years, they grow to maturity.”
“It sounds funny to talk of picking
oysiers off t ees,” said I, “or even of
seeing them grow thore.”
“Funny enough. But they do grow
there. I’ve seen it lots of times,”
said the Talking Man. “That's the
way queer stories get about. Some,
body hears of a thing and doesn’t
understand the sense of it. And most
people never stop to ask what it
means. They either repeat the story
for a marvel, or say they don’t be¬
lieve it.—[Harper’s Young People.
A Great Comfort.
Conductor—We have missed the
connection, and you will have to wait
at this station six hours.
Oid Lady—(who is a little nervous
on the railroad)—Well, I’m safe for
x hours anyway. — [Nciy York
weeklv. — ~~
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—oar*
FRANKLIN COUNTY ALLIANCE.
$1.00 PER YEAR.
But Man Grows Old.
An ol<1 man stood In a thoughtful way
To watch a group of children play
Beneath the bended boughs of trees
That echoed soft the passing breeze,
hong years ago in just such way
He’d passed Ids school-free hours at play;
But now his blood runs slow and eold,
For things change not, but man grows old.
The ashes of his golden hair
Piling round his temples white and spare,
His cheek was lean, hfs eyes were dim.
But that old past comes back to him;
And as he paused he seemed to see
.
Bound, boyish faces bright with glee.
But now hla blood runs slow and cold,
For things change not, but man grows oid.
The old scenes waken thoughts that pain,
Of life swift spent for little gain ;
Of steps that to false[music swung,
Of angry words on heedloss tongue;
And then—a flash of man’s small worth
His little span of life on earth.
K’cn now his blood ran alow and cold,
For things change not, but man grows old.
—[Madge Merton.
HUMOJROU.S.
Tho smallest boy frequently gets
Die biggest spanking.
A slow match—Tho courtship of a
bashful young man.
Bashful young men ought to prac¬
tice sparking with dumb-bellcs.
Many people who never saw a fire
escape imvo seen one break out.
Patient—Say, doctor, what do you
do for a headache? Doctor—Nothing,
it doos for mo.
Although managers pay a popular
singer big prices, they do not concoal
the fact that they want her services
for a song.
Smart Child--Mamma, what are tho
teeth of Die wintry blast for ? Self-
possessed mother—To make a cold
simp, my child.
The long-delayed millennium
Would seem less dimly far.
If man were only half as good
Ah their sweethearts think they are.
Magistrate (to prisoner)—Have
you any remarks to make? Prisoner
(n barber)—Yes, Your Worship.
Y’our hail- wants cutting!
Patient—Doctor, I fancy, somehow,
I’ve got a touch of tho gout. Doctor
—Fancy, my dear sir! If you had,
you wouldn’t fancy—you’d know.
Guy Bachelor—Do you think there
is anything in tho theory that married
men live longer than unmarried ones?
Henpecked Friend (wearily)—Ob, I
don’t know—seems longer.
Young Oimsonback—Wlmt kind
of a mattress is that I sleep on? Board¬
ing-house mistress—It was bought for
a hair mattress, ami a good one, too.
Well, it must bo getting baldheaded.
“It was ail very well for the poet to
talk about a perfect 'woman, nobly
planned,’ ” said Mr. Arrecrs, sadly,
“but Die trouble is that it takes such a
lot of money to carry out Dio plan.”
“What wns tho most successful fu-
noral you over saw?” “Well, I think
the best-attended one was that of a
man who had spent most of his life
practicing the cornet with his windows
open.” *
Remarkable Ruins in Arizona.
Antiquarians aro vory much inter¬
ested in Die discovery of un aborig¬
inal fort in tho valley of the Gila,
about ninety miles below Phoenix,
Ariz. The discovery was made by
some miners who became lost in the
desert. It is the largest nnd most pe¬
culiar structure found in Die valley.
Tho ruins lie about four and one-half
miles back from the Gila River, and
cover about a mile square. In the
centre is the fort still in a remarkable
slate of preservation. It covers an
area of about six acres, and is built iu
a very peculiar way. The first table
is about twenty feet iu height and ia
made of dirt, with a wall of boulder*
laid in cement around tho outside.
On top of tiiis, aud of the same height,
though only linlf Dio size otherwise,
is the second table, walled up as the
first. On this is a smaller ono of the
game height, and on top of that is the
fort proper, constructed of stone. The
edges of tho tower tables wore used
as garden*, and around tho walls are
hundreds of boulders brought from
the river, doubtless for the purpose
of casting down on the beads of a foe.
In the top fort are many skeletons and
human bones, and in all probability
the place was besieged and the people
died of starvation. A ditch’ four and
one-half miles in length runs by the
base of this structure aud brought
water from the Gila. It is well de¬
fined and about thirty- feet in width,
though no water runs through
it.—[Boston Transcript. ->'U
An Extended Examination.
He—Are you sure I am,,,the only
man you ever really and truly, loved?
She—Perfectly sure, I went ever
tiro whole list only yesterday.— [New
YPfk typekiy.