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When ''I should be her lover forever and a
day,
And she my faithful sweetheart till the
golden hair was gray;
And we should be so happy that when either’s
lips were dumb
They should not smile in ) ' till the
other’s kiss had come.
But, ah, my dream is broken t >y a step upon
the stair,
And the door is softly opened, and my wife
is standing there;
Yet with eagerness and rapture all my visions
I resign
To meet the living presence of that old
sweetheart of mine.
—James Riley , in Boston Pilot.
SEVILLE'S BLUNDERS.
BY BERTHA BERTON.
A scrawl, of “not available,” across
the top of a prim looking sheet of manu
script, and it was refolded and passed to
the left hand of the table, with an air
that bespoke its final disposal; then the
young editor gave his attention to a more
interesting That subject.
should have literary men, especially editors,
time to devote to sentiment
and love making, would hardly be sup¬
posed, their arduous when one takes into consideration
Seville duties, and as Herman
sat in his cosy sanctum with a
formidable pile of bulky packages before
him, while at his side, and gaping like a
hungry and young robin, stood the capacious
would suggestive have waste basket, no one
suspected that he was pen¬
ning a tender little note, most carefully
worded, and literally brimming with
sentiment and fervor.
Incredible, it would have seemed, yet,
so it was: and he had sandwiched it in
as a sort of relish among less delectable
business.
Twice he read it over to see that he
had said exactly what he meant to say,
to see that he had used flowery rhetoric,
impassioned and eloquent language. Yes,
as he carefully folded the note and laid
it by itself upon the table, he felt that
he had left nothing unsaid; and well
satisfied with the effort, calmly confident
of its effect, he proceeded to the busi¬
ness of the morning, which was the con¬
sideration of the vast accumulation of
manuscripts before mentioned that
awaited his verdict of approval or dis¬
approval. There they lay in various shapes and
sizes, according to the fancy and con¬
venience of their respective writers, and
through that read long summer morning Her¬
man Seville and criticised and
crossed out redundant words and
phrases, and into the hungry basket
cropped rejected articles.
A few marked accepted were pushed
to his right hand, but those were for-
ly, on any subject, in any st^e of verse,
and of any desired length.
“It was so easy for her to rhyme,” she
said, and she threw back the folds of
vivid green that had concealed her face,
and revealed the thin, lank visage of a
maiden of forty-five summers.
She had a sallow complexion her
piercing black eye* were small and glit
renng, and about her temples she wore
short, corkscrew curls that bobbed up
and down m her earnestness
Her gaze was fixed upon the editor’s
face, and he seemed quite mystified re
gardmg her meaning; but when at last
tohFs^houghts ’ fr ‘ lV ° utteraate
“My dear madame,” he said, concilia
tingly, as the elderly aspirant for poetic
fame stepped expectantly mistake.” forward, “I
think there must be a
How, or where the mistake had been
made he was still at a loss to determine.
“A mistake!” exclaimed the woman,
in a high-pitched deny tone. that “How can it
be? You needn’t you wrote
this; your own name is signed to it; ”
and she held before him the note which
he had written to Millie McKay, the ac
ceptance of her sketch, the request that
she should become a regular contributor.
Yes, there at the bottom of the page
was his name, but the address on the
envelope was to Mehitable Smith.
“The dickens! What have I done?”
Herman Seville ejaculated, and he drew
from his breast pocket the note which he
had been so impatient to read; the pre
cious note that was to explain why Ethel
Yiaton had refused to attend the opera
in his company. The wrapper only
closed his own note to Ethel, but inside
of it instead of the tender sentiments
which he had written, was Mehitable
Smith’s poem, the “not available,” and
he passed it to the indignant lady.
“ You see I have made a blunder,” he
went on, apologe r-t ically. and “This, madam,
was designed for you, I sincerely re
gret that I should have raised any false
hopes regarding your of poem; that but kind really
we have more articles on
hand than we shall be able to use for a
longtime.” ‘‘You regrets,” Miss
may spare your
Smith exclaimed, indignantly, as her
small black eyes flashed fire. “Men are
false, all of them, and I might be have de¬
known that your word could not
pended upon;” then drawing the green
veil over her sallow visage, she dashed
from the room, and Herman Seville be¬
gan to pace the floor.
It was an unfortunate mistake, but
he would call at Mr. Vinton’s in the
morning and Ethel would laugh at the
ludicrousness of the affair.
But he was not through with trouble;
for although he slept that night, his vi¬
sions were haunted with elderly maidens,
maidens with piercing eyes and huge
bundles of poems, and he arose an hour
earlier than usual and aided his digestion
by a morning walk.
not available, he was sure^e was not to
blame; (was man ever known to be since
Adam’s day?) and of one thing he was
certain he had secured a fine writer for
the paper,
She was a very agreeable girl, too;
acquain fo^e^ove^Hn«mn tance friend, for Millie
jj^Kay or even
; > finally ^ the became the editor’s
wife nd not obu ° ed to write
sketches for a living.
And thn9 the that were caused
b J Mehitable Smith’s unavailable poem,
re sultedi ala in briDging t0 Herman
, Seville true love and happiness.- Tank*
| Bktde.
Why a Baseball Curves.
Lovers of baseball may find it con*
venient to keep in mind this explanation
0 f the pitcher’s curve from.' advancing Mr. R. A.
Proctor: If the ball is with¬
j along out spin, its or is spinning the cushion on an axis of 2ying
course, com*
j pressed air carried forward by it is coni
cal—or rather conoidal—and therefore
resists the progress of the ball equally on
all sides, affecting only the velocity. But
i n the case of the curve, where the ball
is spinning on an axis square to its
course, of the air spinning in front of the advancing
side the surface cannot es
cape so readily as if there were no spin,
and escapes more readily on the other
side. Hence the resisting cushion of air
j s thrown toward that side of the ball
where the spin is forward and removed
from the other side, and the ball is de¬
fleeted from the region of greatest re*
sistance.
An Indian and a Panther.
A short time since a bloody fight oc
curred between an Indian and a panther
twenty miles south of Mercer, Texas. A
party of Indians from a neighboring vil
lage were out hunting had wild turkeys,
One of the party who strayed away
from his companions met a large panther
i and shot at it, wounding the beast and
greatly infuriating it. The panther was
in close quarters and rushed upon the
Indian before he could reload, and a
bloody fight ensued. The Indian drew
his knife and when the panther sprang
upon him cut the beast’s throat from ear
to ear, but at the same time the animal
fastened its fangs in the throat of the
Indian, and a death struggle com¬
menced. When the other Indians reached
the combatants both the Indian and the
panther were dead.— Globe-Democrat,
Whenever a distinguished p .
visits Senator Palmer’s Michigan farm a
tree is planted in his honor. A thrifty
basswood commemorates General Sher¬
man’s visit, a mulberry tells of Senatoi
Jones’s call, and Senator Edmunds’!
visit is brought to mind by a beautiful
beech.
tvuu.
€*7 bled atumiamirably ke pt
walks, passing through several minor
gates, each beautiful and grand, till we
came to the great gate of all—Y r omci
Man—the name of which means “stand
all day and look upward.” Every part
of the gate is gorgeous in gold, and lac
quer, and bronze, and rich, elaborate
carving, and all so beautifully wrought
and harmonized that the eye revels in
the delight of color day and carving run
riot. Day after I went and looked
upward for hours at this marvel of
beauty. It lives in my soul now as the
most beautiful work of man that I ever
saw. I will not except any.
Passing through this we came to one
of the temples, and when I describe one
I describe all; for all are magnificent and
regal. The steps to the temple are cov
ered with hand wrought plates of bronze.
We took off our shoes and put on great
slippers that were first allowed us, the and en¬
tered. We were shown various
rooms set apart for the use of the Mikado
when he comes here, the priests, and such
guests as General Grant, who was here
accorded the highest honors. These
rooms were approximately fifteen feet
square, and marvels of grand decoration.
The walls were painted, giving various
views of Japan, all sorts of tree shapes
and adornments of blossoms and flow¬
ers, and the whole lacquered with the
rieheat gold lacquer.
The decorations were over two hun¬
dred years old, and yet the gold and
colors were as brilliant as when first put
on. The entrances rich were hung with the
most heavy and brocaded and em¬
broidered sils curtains which Japan
could produce. with rich The carved ceilings were
paneled flowers and
birds, golden bird. pheasant being the pre¬
dominant When they wanted to
introduce a sombre hue, they put in a
peacock magnificence or bird of paradise, and yet all
this of color and gold and
carving was in perfect good taste, and
the general effect was quiet rather than
loud.
Passing through these rooms we
entered the great room of the temple,
and here floor my powers matted of with description give
out; the fine soft mat¬
ting, the w T alls gold lacquer, the im¬
mense wooden pillars lacquered so that
they looked like columns of burnished
gold, carving everywhere, bronze worth*
a king’s ransom before the altars or
shrines, immense curtains of silk and
gold—my mind wearies as I attempt to
write about this magnificence, which at
the time delighted my very soul as I be¬
held it, and left a calm and soothed im¬
pression throughout old my very being.
Those were grand men who built the
temples at leaving ISikko. the temple ascended
Alter we
the granite stairs up the mountain,two
hundred and sixty steps to the tomb of
the Shogun. These stairs are massive
blocks of granite set in the hill side,
moss covered with two centuries of
-*i Missouri, the other , a col¬
ored man was sold into servitude for six
months for the offence of vagrancy.
He was knocked down for six dollars
and a half.
Lawrence, Jesse and Thomas Ilam
mond, brothers all, of Greecastle, Ind.,
are exactly 71 years old—the only in¬
stance known where triplets have afc
tained to that age.
In pumping out the stomach of a
would-be suicide iu Des Moines, Iowa,
the other day the doctors brought up a
three-cent piece, two buttons, forty
cherry stones and a marble, lie was an
ostrich tramp.
When Philip Cassidav, of Omaha,
Neb., was buried the other day, his pet
goa t ran along beside the hearse, bleat
j n g piteously, and was with di ticulty
kept outside the cemetery while the
burial went on.
The albatross is the most devoted lover
and mate. Even when the female is on
the nest he will stand by and go through
the most extravagant motions, and ut¬
tering curious shrieks, which sound like
laughter, in return for which the female
gently caresses him with her bill.
The King of Siam has conferred the
order of Chulachonciao on his dentist, a
Frenchman. The decoration is the least
important of the four orders of Siam,
and it involves the wearing of a cone
shaped hat of great weight on all public
occasions. Recipients of the honor are,
therefore, not always as grateful as they
might be.
A farmer in the neighborhod of
Corinth, Me., having been annoyed by a
number of hawks and crows which made
their headquarters in one of his trees,
set a trap on the end of a long pole,
which he fastened to the tree in such a
manner that the trap was a little higher
than the topmost branch. The result, at
last reports, was the capture of nine
hawks, three owls and one crow.
Riding in the Pope’s Carriage.
Once when I was in Home I found my
wap, or rather lost my way, into the
Vatican stables. There were hundreds
of carriages about, it seemed to me, be
longingto priests and cardinals and high
dignitaries and gilt generally, equipage, and with one great
scarlet a canopied
golden roof, and bore upon it the arm»
of the church, and in this carriage no one
ever rides but the Pope of Home. No¬
body was in sight a few hostlers a block
away busily cleaning a trim little
cardinal’s coupe, and so, with my heart
in my mouth, I opened the door and
popped ip. I flounced around on tho$#
sacred seats just as I have seen children
flounce around on the seats of the idle
carriages in the stables back of town, and
by-and-by, when I could, I slipped away.
Nobody ever knew about it, but to my
day I shall remember with delight
“dry” ride in the Pope’s carri igc.—
Orleans Picayune,