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The Beautiful Land of Rest
There’s a realm of rest o’er the sunset hills,
And a life care free, I know,
For the breath of peace that the ev’ning
brings,
And the soothing song that the tired one
sings,
And the presence that calms and stills,
Cometh out of the after glow.
There the sun sinks down on his weary way,
And the cooling shades appear,
And the sky is tinged with the mellow
light,
Of the window-glow of the home at
night
When the wanderer, long astray,
Sees the welcome of loved ones near.
There the Home Land lies, the fair, Hea*en
blessed,
And I turn where'er I roam,
Wo the setting sun that is e’er the same
Reaveuly Father lighting the fireside
flame,
On the hearth of the Wanderer’s Home,
In the Beautiful Realm of Rest.
—Lu B. Cake, in Detroit Fra Press.
TIGER LILY.
A mid-summer moon was shining
down on the uneven surface of the wild
mountain plateau; the lights of tho lit
tle settlement shone like yellow dots of
flame, here and there. Tonight the
barracks—mere rude wooden enclosures
they were, as flitndly constructed as a
child’s card-house—were in restless
commotion, for the men were to break
camp on the morrow.
Six months they had been stationed
at Omayo. When first the straggling
settlement sprang up around the moun
tain mine, whose hidden treasures had
attracted tho inhabitants, there had
^>ecn trouble with the wandering Indians
who haunted tho slopes higher up—as
much the fault of the whites as of the
red men, it is but jud to say.
But the United States projects its
own, and a body of men were stationed
at oner at Omayo, until tho settlement
was strong enough, figuratively speak
ing, to stund ou its own feet. And now
the emergency was over, and the sol
diers had been ordered to a military
post a hundred miles or so to the north
west.
Old Joe Jernigan sat smoking his
pipe on tho board platform in front of
his “General Supply Store.”
All the evening it had been full of
customers, hut now, as the hands of the
wooden clock neared the figure nine, he
was at liberty to come out to his splint
chair and smoke his pipe and stare at
the moon, while Captain Irving Ismay
sat on the cracker barrel inside and
talked with Lily.
Lily was Jernigan’s niece and book
keeper, and in addition to this the very
apple of his eye—a tall, dusky-eyed,
handsome girl, with a peachy complex
ion, and hair full of bronze glints and
gleams.
! » Tiger Lily,” the miners called her,
sometimes in reference to the lime spirit
of her own that she had, and a self-as
sertion which she was very apt to show
if once she suspected that any of them
were not treating her with due respect.
Lily was adding up the books for the
day. (Old Joe was no scholar, and
knew nothing of bookkeeping by dou
ble entry. “The gal knows enough for
us both,” ho was wont to say, with a
certain pride, as he looked toward the
wooden-railed desk where she wrote
down the various items of salo and bar
ter with an eagle’s quill pen, dipped in
ink made of pokeberry juice.) And
Captain Ismay was bidding her
good -by.
“She 11 miss him, likely, will Lily,”
•aid Joe to himself, still stariug stead
fastly up at the moon. “He’s been a
deal o’ company for her. It ain’t as if
•he could bring herself to associate with
every fellow at tho Omayo Mines, for
Lily always was particular. But then a
hundred miles or so don’t count for
much out hero, and if he asks permis
sion to come and see her once in a while
I shan’t say no. Sly poor little Tiger
Lily l I brought her out here because
thcro didu’t seem no place to leavo her
in the State of Varinount, and she’s
been rare and useful to me, there’s no
denyin’ that. But it’s a lonesome place
for a gal to come to; yes, it Is. And
the Captain’s a tine fellow, but ho ain’t
no handsomer for a man than Lily is for
a gal. So fur’s I can see, I shall be
the only man who will be a loser by the
bargain. Eh? Is that you, Reuben
Dorsay? Set down a spell, No, we
ain’t shut up yet, but the post bag’s
been gone twenty minutes und more.”
<1 Gone, eh?" said Reuben Dorsay, the
young foreman of the force now em
ployed in establishing telenraphic com
munications between Omayo and Center
City. “Well, it’a no great matter. To-
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morrow will do very welL Nice night,
Jernigan, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
The old mah smoked on.
The military division ia getting
ready to move tomorrow.”
“So I’m told.”
“The captain’s inside,isn’t he,talking
to Lily?”
Jernigan nodded without removing
his pipe from his mouth.
Dorsay half rose, then sat down
again.
“Well,” said he, “I gues? I won’t
disturb them. ”
Jernigan answered only by a sort of
sly chuckle.
“A nice man, that young Ismay?”
Once more old Joe nodded.
“They’ll get more civilized quarters,
I’ve heard, at Morton’s Pass,” observed
Dorsay, leaning back against the cedar
post that formed one of the columns of
the rude portico. “Ismay’s wife is to
meet him there.”
“Ismay’s which?”
“IIis wife. From Saeiamento City.
Didn’t you know he was married to
old General Purviance’s daughter? A
runaway match, two years ago. Quite
a romantic story 1’’
“No,” said Joe Jernigan, “I never
heard it.”
Dorsay talked a little longer, but
old Joe paid no sort of attention to
his words. He did not even knovr
when the young foreman went away.
“Isniay’s wife!” he kept repeating
to himself—“Ismay’s wife! What will
Lily say—poor Lily !—when she knows
it? By gum! I’ve a mind to pitch the
fellow down into the gulley when he
comes out! What business has a mar
ried man lurking around here, talking
nonsense to the girls? But he’ll find
it won’t pay to fool with my Tiger
Lily 1 No, that it won’t!’’
Captain Ismay went away presently,
with a careless, good-humored adieu.
The old man glared at him as he de
parted, with red, savage eyes like those
of a Spanish bull who faces tho mata
dor.
The moment ho had vanished behind
the madrona thickets, Jernigan sprang
up and made for the solitary road by a
short-cut which would be sure to inter
cept the wayfarer some quarter of a mile
below.
In his hand he grasped his open jack
knife; his heart beat like a muffled
drum.
My Tiger Lily 1” he kept repeating
to himself; “my own little ewe Iambi
There’s but one way to deal with the
scoundrel who comes here to make a
football of her heart. No captain in all
the United States army can do that, and
hope to escape alive!”
He stood there waiting, but Ismay did
not come that way.
“l"m baffled for once,” Jernigan mut
tered. “He has taken the Redwood
road this time. No matter! I’ll hunt
him down yet. He’s to be in the place
twelve hours longer. They’ll have to
detail another captain for duty at Mor
ton’s Pass, that’s all. I shall hear him
when he comes down past the Echo
Rack, and I shall be ready for him l”
lie returned slowly—still drawing
his breath quick and fast—to the
wooden platform all steeped in moon
light, and sat down once more in the
old splint chair.
Inside the store ho could hear Lily’s
light steps moving around, as she
locked the cash drawer and put the
edger and day-book away.
As she did so, she hummed a snatch
of some tune. The souud wont to old
Joe’s heart.
Poor child! how innocently happy she
was!
In a minute or so she came out into
the clear white moonshine.
“Well, Uncle Joe!” she said gaily.
“Well, my lass! ’
The words were almost like a groan.
Bhe sat down beside him, leaning her
head against his arm.
lie stroke 1 down the bronze, gleam
ing hair with a dumb strength of long
ing tenderness in his heart.
Ilor cheeks were unwontedly red; her
dark eyes sparkled beneath their long
lashes.
4 * How shall I tell her?” thought the
-id man. “My pet lamb, that 1
wouldn’t hurt for a king’s ransom! I
never was one to pick and choose my
words, like a preacher or a lawyer. But
she’d ought to know—yes, she’d ought
to know!”
«. Uncle Joel” said Lily, after a mo
ment or tw’o of silence.
“Yes, my girl I”
“There—there’s something I want to
tell you.”
“Is there, Lily?”
His heart sank within him. "Was it
coming now?
“You won’t be vexed, Uncle Joe?”
she said, nestling her head close against
his arm.
“I—vexed with you, my girl? That
ain’t up-and-down likely, is it? But
I’ve done wrong, Lily—I’ve forgot that
a great rough man like me ain’t the sort
to look after a tender chick like you. I
should ’a watched closer, Lily—that’s
what I should have done.”
“What should you say, uncle,” whis
pered Lily, “if—if I am to get married
and leave you?”
“To—get married, Lily?”
4* Haven’t you suspected this, uncle,
of late?”
“Yes, I have,” said he, “but, oh,
Lily, is your heart very much in this?”
“Uncle 1”
“Has he asked you to marry him,
Lily?”
“Yes, uncle.’’
“Then”—the old man flung his clay
pipe down upon the ground, where it
broke into a score of fragments, and
muttered a deep execration under his
breath—“he’s a villain, that’s all.”
i i Uncle! ’ cried out the girl.
“And a double-dyed one at that!”
said the excited old man. “Lily!
Lily! he has a wife already at Morton’s
Pass! He’s going to her now. ”
Lily had lifted her head and looked
earnestly at her unde.
“But uncle, he isn’t going to Mor
t. n’s Pass.”
“Yes, he is—tomorrow, And I wish
he’d fallen dead before he ever came to
Omayo with his epaulettes and his
jingling spurs, and his false, handsome
face!”
i t Uncle!’ cried Lily, “whom are you
talking about?”
“About Captain Ismay, to-be-sure.”
“But what has Captain Ismay to do
with it?”
“Everything, hasn’t he?”
Lily knit her pretty brows in a puz
zled fashion.
“Nothing at all,” said she, “except
that he’s been an excellent friend to
Reuben, and we’re both ever so much
obliged to him. Only think, uncle—
he’s god the contract for Reuben to be
chief electrical engineer at North Mari
no in the new works there, and when
ever you can spare me uncle— i >
“Reuben!’’ burst out Joe Jernigan.
“Yes, to-be-sure—Reuben Dorsay.
We’ve been engage ! a long time now.
Do you mean, you dear, darling, stupid
old uncle, that you never suspected
this?”
“Never!” said Uncle Joe, smiting his
knee with his fist. “But look here,
Tiger Lily, do you love him?”
“Yes, Uncle Joe.”
“And he loves you?”
“Of course he does.”’
“Then,” said tho old man, “I haven’t
a word of objection. I shall be awful
lonesome without you, but as long as
you’re both happy, why, it s all right.”
And as he kissed her forehead, she
thought she felt the touch of a tear
drop on her brow.
“But it can’t be possible,” said T.ger
Lily, to herself, “because who ever
heard of Uncle Joe shedding a tear.”
But Tiger Lily did not know that this
tear was not one of grief, but rather of
thankfulness that there was no blood
guiltiness on his hands .—Saturday
Night.
Taking a Philosophical View.
It is told of a prominent business man
of the city that ho bought through a
broker bonds to the amount of $10,000,
and on receiving them put them into
the outside pocket of his overcoat,
walked to tho head of Milk Btreet,
where ho became entangled in a crowd
and had the bonds stolen. All this was
only a somewhat exaggerated case of
carelessness, but what followed showed
that the man was a philosopher.
The usual steps were taken to dis
cover and recover the missing securi
ties, but when some days h id passed
without any clew the owner began to
conclude that he should never hear
of them.
“Well,” ho remarked to his broket
one day, when he had dropped in to ia
quire whether anything had been hcari
of the stolen securities, and bus ques
tion had been answered in tho nega
tive, “there’s one thing about it; alii
k>se is the interest of the money.”
“The interest of the m >ncy?” repeat
ed tho broker; “why, you have lost the
principal, too, haven’t you? ’
“Oh, not at all," was the reply; “my
heirs lose that .”—Boston Courier.
A LONG LIFE.
Conditions and Habits Which
Lead to a Green Old Age.
Moderation in All Things Will
Prolong Human Existence.
If, as has been (said, longevity is the
grand prize of human existence, it may
be a comfort to know that, generally,
the poor win it. “Tht Art of Prolong
ing Life” is the subject of an interest
ing contribution to the Fortnightly Ue
view by Robson Roose, who, after care
ful examination and inquiry, declares
that only one-fourth of the population
attains the age of seventy, and that only
about fifteen in 100,000 become centen
arians. Sir George Cornewall Lewis
thought that one hundred years must be
regarded as the limit cf life; Buffon
fixed it between ninety and one hun
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dred, and Dr. Roose rcai hes the conclu
sion that the natural limit of human life
is at most one hundred years.
He notes the interesting fact that
after the flood there was a gradual de
crease in the duration of life, while at
present there is every rt ason to believe
that the average duration of life is
greater than it was three or four centu
ries ago. Dr. Roose finds heredity the
most powerful factor ia connection
with longevity; that women are more
likely than men to become old, and
that marriage is conducive to long life.
He says it would appear that, among
tho learned professions, the average life
of the clergy is beyond that of any
similar calling, but it is improbable
that this average will be maintained.
A decided tendency to longevity char
acterizes the profession of the law, but
the average duration of life among
members of the medical profession is
decidedly low.
Literary work, says the contributor,
tends to produce cheerfulness, and he
recommends such work to the aged in
preference to idleness or simple amuse
ment like card-playing. Moderation in
eating and drinking tends to longevity.
The statistics by Dr. Humphry, quoted
by Dr. Roose, show that of 824 indi
viduals of both sexes between the ages
of eighty and one hundred, of whom an
account was kept, forty-eight per cent
were poor, forty-two comfortable, and
only ten per cent, wealthy. Of fifty
two centenarians recorded by Dr. Hum
phry, twelve were total abstainers, and
only three habitual indulgers in alco
holic drink.
Among other causes of longevity
Dr. Roose mentions goad digestive
powers, soundness of sleep and possibly
early rising. Given an individual who
has reached seventy years, and who has
a sound constitution, derive! from
healthy ancestry, and freedom from or
ganic disease of important organs, the
means best adapted to prolong and
maintain life are, briefly, as follows:
Occupation of some kind; avoidance of
strain in mental or physical exercise;
muscular activity, to promote the vigor
and quality of the circulation, the func
tions of the skin and the teration of
the blood; scrupulous avoidance of sud
den and rapid exertion; strut modera
tion in diet, including the sparing use
of well-cooked animal food not often
than twice a day; and lound, re
freshing s eep, warmth and careful at
tention to the of tLw
Dr. Roose commends th* suggestion
of Dr. Parks, that rice be us si as a par
tial substitute for meat whe; the latter
is found to disagree with c. 1 persons.
He advises that food should oe divided
between three or four uienin at fairly
regular intervals, and that the principal
meal be taken between 1 2 p. rn.
He recommends walking in ti s open air
daily, except in unfavorabU weather;
also riding, if the exercise :s not too
violent; and he specially recommends
light garden or agricultural wt-rk, which
calls into play the muscles of the abdo
men and back, which in ole" men are
little used. Bicycling tends ti too vio
lent exercise.
All of the recommendations made in
this interesting paper are 02 tho safe
side, hut it occurs to us that the way
to obtain long life is to practice in
youth, or at least in middle tge, the
habit of moderation in all things.
Peace of mind, tranquility, and con
tentment are indispensable, as is attested
by the fact that the shiftlc-s, unen
cumbered creatures who drift h. t0 work
houses and homes for the agec. furnish
a good percentage of the indued in
stances of longevity. —Frank Zulu's
A New Industry.
Within a half mile radius of City Hall
no less than a dozen big office and busi
ness buildings are now in process of
demolition to give way to still big ger
and handsomer structures. What i 9
true of this district is true of the re
mainder of the city. It seem* as if there
never was so much rebuilding in New
York. And right here is manufactured
one of the peculiarities of New York.
Not only is the vacant land in every
quarter of the city being converted into
improved property, but the old quarter
of the city is constantly and rapidly un
dergoing a transformation. In a few
yea re it will scarcely be recognizable.
There is so much rebuilding going on
that within the last dozen years a how
industry has come into being. There
are, perhaps, a dozen a score of fi rms
who make a business of tearing down
old buildings and selling the building
materials thus obtained. One of these
firms will contract to tear down the
building and leave the ground clear in a
certain number of days, paying so much
for the privilege of getting the old
brick, timber and iron. As the work is
done by contract, it is performed with
marvelous celerity, and every vestige of
the average six or seven-story building
is removed in a week or so after opera
tions are begun. The brick and other
materials thus obtained are largely dis
posed of to suburban or provincial
builders, and the contractors make
money hand over fist.
Egyptians Are Tobacco Fiends.
Much cf the “English tobacco” sold
in Egypt is made in the United States.
It is sent to Eugland and from thence
shipped there. A year or so ago Egypt
made over 6,000,000 pounds of tobacco
a year. She now makes none, and the
reason for this is that the Khedive has
imposed a tax of $157 an acre on all
lands raising to bac co. This is done
that the tobacco used will have to be
imported and it will pay a big import
duty. Egyptians are great smokers.
You see the Turks in the baazars with
long hookahs or water pipes before
them, and you seldom meet a man or b
boy without a cigarette in his mouth.
The women smoke as well as the meD,.
and puffing at cigarettes makes up a
large part of the occupation of the rich
ladies of the harems. I am told there
are some women in Cairo who smoke
regularly a hundred cigarettes a day,
and I have seen women walking on the
streets puffing at cigarettes. Neither
the Khedive nor his wife smoke, but it
is the custom in Egypt to offer a cigar
ette or a pipe to all visitors, The to
bacco used is very light, and first class
cigarettes cost about seventy cents a
thousand. The tobacco trade is in the
hands of the Greeks, who have cigar
stores all over Cairo, There is no rea
son why America should not send tobac
co directly to Egypt. Mr. Cardwell
says that the freight rates would not be
over $5 a ton.
The Egyptian Pyramids.
The great Pyramid o£ Ghizeh is the
largest structure of auy kind ever
erected by the hand of man. Its
original dimensions at the base we re
<64 feet square, and its perpendicular
height in the highest point 488 feet; it
covers 4 acres, 1 rood and 22 perches of
ground, and has been estimate 1 by an
eminent English architect to have cost
not less, than £30,000,000, which in
United States currency would be about
$145,200,000. Internal evidences
proved that the great pyramid was be
gun about the year 2170 B. C., about
the time of the birth of Abraham. It
is estimated that about 5,000,000 tons
of hewn stone were used in its con
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struction, and the evidence points ter
the fact that these stones were brought
a distance of .about 700 miles, from
quarries in Arabia .—New York Journal.
A Lilliputian Wonder.
Lafayette Cornett, residing near
Brownstown, Ind., is tho happy father
ol’ the most interesting specimen of hu
manity on record. The babe when it
was 16 days old weighed only one
pound. A lady’s finger ring can readily
be passed over its hand and the full
length of the arm to tho shoulder, while
a pint cup will cover its entire head,,
body and limbs. Mr. and Mrs. Cornett
are both of good size and sound health,
and have several children of lull
growth. The lillipu ian wonder is
lively and apparently in good health.
Ihe child is of the feminine gender.
Noonc is deceived who depends upon
himself.