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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- SCHLEY COUNTY NEWS. 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 • I 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 ( 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.