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The Cincinnati Saturday Night meekly
“ t S: ." r * 10n girl talks about the
to her beau,” does she
menn his suspenders.
I am poor; I am shabby. There’s something
about mo
That fellows In broadcloth will look on
nskanoe;
The maids in their solt-flowing flounces will
doubt me,
And sneer il I offer my hand in the dance.
But when I am sad there’s a vision that cures
me,
And lightons the hoart that has sunk in my
breast;
In daylight and darkness it over allures mo;
A jolly log-cabin far out in tho West—
A shabby log-cabin, a slmky log-cabin,
A jolly log cabin lar out in the West.
Then ho ! lor the la.id where the sunsot is
glowing!
Good-bye to tho town with Its perils and
wco I
Whore forests aro waving and broad rivers
flowing
There is loom lor a follow whoso pockets
aro low.
It is tlioro In my fanoy whatovor bolalls mo,
It shows mo tho joys that aro purest and
best.
Ah, sweot is tho vision that evor enthralls mo;
A |olly log-cabin lar out iu tho Wost—
A shabby log-cabin, a shaky log-cabin,
A jolly log-cabin far out in tho Wost.
Who caros (or tho scotn oi the city’s proud
daughters,
Wlmro fashion and lolly together agree ?
Tlioro is ono who will dwell by Missouri’s lair
waters,
And wait at tho wash-tub lor lovo and lor
me.
Tho sounds that I boar aro tho voices ol child
hood,
Tho crow ol old chanticleer doing bis best;
The homo ol my heart is a homo in tho wild-
wood,;
A jolly log-oahin lar out in I ho Wost—
A shabby log-cabin, a slmky log-oabiu,
A jolly log-cabin lar out iu tho West.
I am poor, but I’m honest. Tito loiters that
bind me
Will lull in the West liko dead loaves Irom
the tree;
A prince on tho pratrio tho luturo shall And
mo,
As proud ns tho eagle, as wild and as free.
What words shall I borrow to toll ol my rap-
turo T
When ovo warns tuo hunter ol homo and oi
rest,
With a gun on my shouldor, n door ns my
capture,
I’ll ride to tho cabin liir out in tho Wost—
A shabby leg-eabln, a shaky log-cabin,
A jolly log-cabin far out in the West.
— Harper't Weekly.
THE THROCKMORTONS.
“ And so you arc going to marry Mr.
Tlieodore Throckmorton P” said Aunt
June, willi a suift'of disapproval.
“Yes, I believe I am,” answered
Rose.
“The Throckmortons were always n
stiff necked race. I wish you woll,
Rose—1 wish you well; but I don’t care
to have one of my girls marry into the
family.”
Ro3o forbore to answer that her girls
were in no danger oi marrying into any
family.
“ Yes,” she pursued, “ they’ve always
had filthy lucre enough—always there
wine in the cellar, and their enpon on
the spit, and their brocades and dia
monds for tho ‘confusion of the neigh
bors.’ There was General Throckmor
ton, who used to lock his wife up in the
old mansion-house, when ho went to
court,for fear she would enjoy herself too
much. Who knows but your Mr. Theo
dore is a chip of the old block P A ty
rannical set, the Throckmortons were,
never at peace with their wives. There
was Tristram, the first member ot Con
gress from this district, or Stato,or what
ever it was in those days—well, lie
married the prettiest fool, and he broke
her heart, and they used to say that her
ghost wandered about the old mansion-
house ; that a young lady who was visit
ing there years after—visiting his. son’s
wife—met her in the corridor, dressed in
an old-fashioned changeable silk, with an
ancient brass candlestick and lighted
candle in her hand, holding it up to look
at the portraits on the wall. Oh, I
know the Throckmortons, root and
branch.”
“But Theodore doesn’t belong to this
branch," said Rose, who was used to
Aunt Jane’s tirades.
“They all come from one stock—all
from one stock; masterful people, the
Throckmortons, carryiug all before
them; walking over a friend if he stands
in the way, breaking the hearts of
women. I’ve even heard say that your
Mr. Theodore, with all his solt manners,
never got on with his wives.”
“ You speak as if he had had a harem,
Aunt Jane,” cried Rose. “Theodore
has never been married but once; and
if be didn’t get on with her— which I
don't believe-it must have been her
fault.”
“I wish you well, Rose; but I'm
thankful that neither Ellen or Amanda
aro going to trust their happiness to a
Throckmorton.”
Could there be any grain of truth
in Aunt Jane’s insinuationsP Rose
pondered. Of course there was not a
particle in her innuendoes about Theo
dore; but were the Throckmortons
a hard family P Of course Theo
dore was an exception, if they were
as hard as flint; and as for his first
wife, Rose had scarcely thought of her
vividly before. What liad she been
iikeP had Theodore loved lierP bad she
dreamed of another woman filling her
placeP It seemed just then to Rose as if
that must be the bitterest thing in al
tho universe. She wondered if Theo
dore did not possess a picture of her
somewhere, that she might satisfy her
uuu juiigu ii ib iiimi
been painful for him to part from her—
what manner of woman it was who had
won his heart first. And she plagued
herself conjecturing which he would
have chosen had ho known them both.
She felt a sort of anguish in behalf of
this dead woman, who had stepped
aside and let the sunshine fall upon her
self.
Now that she reflected about it, The
odore had been strangely silent in regard
to her, it was certain. Was it indiffer
ence, or booause the grief was too sacred ?
Does a man. she questioned, ever make
his first wife the subject of conver
sation between himself and her suc
cessor P—describe her charms, make
an inventory of her little attractions?
Wouldn’t it be nwkwardP Rose
had no experience to inform her. Per
haps it' was temperament which de
cided. This affair, however, did not
dwell long in her mind; other things
absorbed her—buying the last items of
the trousseau, unpaoking presents, the
perplexing task oi making a little money
do tho serviceof a good deal, and tryitg
on tho wedding dresB. Though the
Throckmortons ns a family were weli
known, according to Aunt Jane, in the
neighborhood, yet Theodore was a com
parative stranger, having’married and
lived in the Soutli for years, after a for
eign education. It was only a year since
Rose and he had met on a railway train
snowed up a few miles beyond Little
Crampton. She had been to tho city to
give a music lesson; he was coming
homo to look nfter some property that
had fallen to him in Little Crampton.
Though they were but five miles from
the station, yet t’.io storm was so cold
and blinding that only n few undertook
tho walk into town. There was but a
handful of passengers altogether, Little
Crampton people mostly, who did busi
ness in the city, and returned at night;
and it so happened thnt Rose was the
only woman among them. They spent
the night out there among the drifts-
there being, fortunately, plenty
of wood on board the train to keep
them comfortnblo; nnd under such
circumstances people make acquaint
ance with comparative [ease. Mr
Throckmorton, not wishing to travel
on foot in the storm, and rather
enjoying tho novelty o f the situation,had
yet venturod out a mllo or so, and for
ayed at a farmhouse, returning with a
supply of dainties] which ho bogged
Roso to share. He had observed that
she was bored, sleepy and miserable;
lie sympathized with her as a man in
variably does with a pretty woman.
Why is it that beauty in distress is more
appealing than uglinessP Though for
the matter of that, perhaps Mr. Theo
dore Throckmorton would have folded
In's wrap on her weary head, have
braved the storm for her refreshment,
and beguiled her tedium with anecdotes
and nonsense, all the same, had she been
the plainest old maid in Little Cramp-
t >n; but then his conduct would have
proved an exception to that of bis sex,
no doubt. By daylight Rose nnd Theo
dore were as intimate as if they had
been born neighbors; and an acquaint
ance begun thus, in a snow-drift, had
drifted into a more tonder relation.
In spite of Aunt Jane, Rose and
Tlieodore were married, and set
off in the early winter for Ids
Southern homo; and what a new
world it was which Rose had discovered!
She used to wonder, during those days,
if it was really herself, poor little over
looked Rose Thornton, who had aright
to all this splendor, lo all this love and
devotion; if she should not wake up to
find herself in her dingy little room at
Little Crampton, in her black delaine,
trying to make a]dime do duty lor a dol
lar, with nobody kinder than Aunt Jane
to look to, with all this happiness only
a dissolving dream.
“My life is like a poem," she said, al
most daily.
“I hope it will never become plain
prose,” Theodore would answer.
Mr. Throckmorton was called away
on business affairs for a week or so,
when they had been married a little
more than a year, and at first it seemed
to Rose as if the sun had gone under a
cloud. She tried to occupy herself with
a thousand trifles; the very roses in tho
garden appeared to; hang their heads
and drop their petals pensively; the
mocking-birds sang out of tune; the
atmosphere was oppressive as before a
thunder-storm. Rose wandered about
the house and grounds aimlessly, not
knowing how to pass the time without
Theodore. She romindea hcrse.f of the
ghost of Mrs. Tristram Throckmorton
haunting the corridors with her lighted
taper to look at her husband’s portrait;
she turned over the rare prints in the
library; she opened the old-fashioned
novels, written for a dead and gone gen
eration; she drew a melancholy strain
or two from Theodore’s violin, like tho
wailing ol a banshee. One afternoon
she bethought herself of Theodore’s
diary of the war, which she had prom
ised she should read whenever she
wanted to descend to plain prose. “ It
is hidden in a drawer of my private
desk,” he had said. “Read it, Rosa-
mundi,when you wish to be bored with
in an inch of your life.” She opened the
desk and began her search; but the
diary was not so easily found. A friend
had borrowed it not long before, in order
to fix the date of some political events
in his mind. But while she turned
over his papers and opened the drawers,
her fingers must have touched accident
ally the spring of a secret compartment,
which, flying open, disclosed the pic
ture of a woman in a case bedded with
pearls and emeralds—a woman with
great velvety eyes like a panther’s, a rich
color on the swarthy oheek, and a
tense expression about the searlot
curve of the lips; a face to haunt
and perplex one. Rise shuddered be
fore this apparition. “ Death is In her
beautiful eyes,” she cried. “IIow she
must have haled to die, and leave this
pleasant world—and Theodore! How
did he ever forget her and love me?”
And then her eyes fell upon a shabby
little diary pushed out of sight beneath
the picture. "Thismust be Theodore’s,"
she thought; and she seated herself in a
Sleepy Hollow chair to en( iy it, yot
feeling as if that face would always come
between hcrsolf nnd Theodore, unless
she could lose herself in these pages and
forgot it. In fact, so penetrated was
she with thouglitsof this beautiful dead
woman, whom Theodore had once
loved, that she had been rending the
diary for nn hour or ro, had turned the
leaves, and had tried mechanically to
follow the thread, before she awoke to
tho conviction that it was not a novel
she held, nor a record of the war, that it
was not written in Theodore’s hand,
but that it was a record of intense feel
ing and agony —the diary of Julia
Throckmorton.
“80th.—And this is revenge, indeed!
You starve both body and soul,
Theodore Throckmorton — you who
promised to lovo and cherish. Was
I to blame because I could not
love youP Was it my fault that
you could not prove yourself as
irresistible as RnphaelP Why did I
marry you, thonP When they swore to
me that Raphael was dead, shot through
tho heart, what did anything signify?
As well you as another. If I deceived
you, it was booause you were easily
deluded; you thought nobody could
resist a Throckmorton. And how 1
hated you when Raphael came back,
strong and beautiful, with that hunger
in his eyes which I understood! What
hours wc spent floating on the still
river, which was like the picture of a
dream, whilo you forgot us among your
books, following the flight of comets,
weighing tho stars and tho earth! I
was a lost Pieiad, tho course of which
you omitted lo reckon. What dusks
were those, made [eloquent with love
and melody! what sunsets bloomed for
us two! what stars trembled into our
heaven! And that black, gusty night—
ah, I should have been happy, happy,
but for you, Theodore Throckmorton
All your wealth and lovo could'not
purchaso happpiness for mo. I should
have been happy with Raphael in
Italy—yes, in Undos. Why did you
not let us goP Why did you come
down from tho clouds and the starry
spaces, wake from your nebulous trance,
just to binder two loversP Why did
you staud liko the angel with the flam
ing sword between ub and our paradise P
And here, in this louoly prison-house,
you make good your revenge. I might
shriek for help, or a morsel ol bread
and none wonld hoar me, shut in bj
miles of plantation. Alas, I am so faint
and worn! I dragged myseif to tin
mirror to-day, and was scared at tlu
ghost which met me. I shall never so:
it again, for I broke the glass into atoms.
Through the chinks of my blind I see
tho ripe fruits dropping, only to rot
upon the ground below, and I am so
hungry—dying, dying of starvation in
too lap of luxury; all my beauty van
ishing liko a mist, crumbling into dust!
W ho could have dreamed that Theodore
Throckmorton would bo revenged on a
woman for a sin she failed inP If I die
•night I will haunt you; all the years
- J your life I will haunt you; all the
rnity after death I will—”
ad the bitter heart ceased beating
witli this inarticulate cryP “Julia
Throckmorton died December 20,18—,”
bad been written below by Theodore
himself.
While Rose had read, spell-bound, a
thunder-storm had risen in fury, but
she had not heecdd—one of those sudden
flashes of the elements; tho lightnings
had rent the sky, and had torn up at one
troke a great tree on the avenue.
Theodore, returning unexpectedly, hast
ened through the grounds and house lo
the library in search of her; she had
used to fear the passion of these South
ern storms unless folded in his arms;
but she stood up now and confronted
him, holding Julia Throckmorton’s
diary ia her hand, a speechless horror
frozen in her eyes, shrinking away from
him, convulsed and cold.
“You—you,” sho gasped —“you
starved her to death, here in this
lonely place; and—and I—I loved you
The TLrockmorkns are a hard race;”
and she fell fainting into his arms.
That night the Throckmortons’ heir
came home; but his mother made no
rejoicing. She was going over and over
the cruel diary; its words had burned
into her memory; she was haunted by
Julia's dying reproaches. But as the
days multiply sho grows stronger, in
spite of everything—strong enough to
use pencil and paper, in which the nurse
indulges her, and she writes: “ When I
am better, Theodore, I will go back to
Little Crampton. Baby and I will go to
gether. Good-bye.”
“Little Crampton, indeed,” said the
doctor, who had entered, and taken the
pencil and paper from her hands. ‘ ‘ Wliat
train do you propose to take, Mrs.
Throckmorton!” Then, as the tears
stare into her eyes, he whispers: “Lot
me give you something quieting. Your
husband tells me that you have been
reading the diary of Julia Throckmor
ton. Theodore saved her from the dis
grace of an elopement, buc she never
forgave him; and, my dear child, her
diary was the diary of a mad-woman.”
“ And she did not die of starvation?
Do you mean to tell me that Theodore
loved and cherished her as he prom
ised?”
“ Yes, she died of starvation. She
eluded the vigilance of her keepers, nnd
starved herself to death in her frenzy.
She died at the asylum, not in this lonely
place, this prisou-house, and I attended
her.”
“ Will you call TheodoreP ’said Roso.
—Harper's Magazine.
Wild Fowl Massacres.
Tho decoy—n fac-simile of tho wild
gooso or duck—was tho first device em-
plojod to allure wild lowl within rench
of a j un. Formerly but six or eight
were used. To-day a full set will num
ber from sixty to two hundred, the
larger number ns auxiliary to tho bat
tery—a diabolical engino of destruction.
The machine consists of a square box
ol dimensions sulHolent to contain a
man pi ostrate on his back. To tills box
is ntlaohed a platform made of cedar
boards. Tho latter vnrics in dimensions.
Some are eight feet square, others twelve
or fourteen feet, while many hava can
vas fenders attached, the more com
pletely to break the swash of the wnves.
These machines can only boused during
moderate southerly weather. They are
transported on large sailboats to the
feeding grounds of tho birds, where
they are launched and anchored. About
and on them arc placed large numbers of
docoys, which arc so arranged as to lie
head toward the machine., Tho largest
body of decoys arc usually placed so
that tho birds in passing shall swing
off toward tho left bank. Wo will now
imagine the gunner snugly stowed
in his narrow box. Tho tender lies off
and on to the leeward in readiness to
pick up Ihe dond. Cripples are seldom
retrieved. As tho battery is placed wide
off shore, sometimes in the very center
of a sound or bay, the crowd of decoys
surrounding It nro very attractive to
passing fowl. Tho gunnor, prone upon
his back on a level with the water, is
entirely invisible. Flock after flock,
unsuspicious of danger, and seeking a
favorite feeding ground, will dash in
among tho decoys. The occupant of
the battery at the proper moment rises
to n sitting position and pours in among
them a right and left hand gun. Possi
bly at every shot four or five may be
killed outright, nnd ns many more crip
pled. The dead nro retrieved by the
tender, while the cripples find tbeir
way to the shore, where they either die
a lingering death, or are destroyed by
animals or birds of prey. When ducks
are living freely, and the mnn in the bat
tery is armed with a breech-loader, and
is moreover oxpierienoed in this style of
shooting, the slaughter is immense.
The proportion of wounded to dead is
large. It requires no very great effort
to calculate the amount of mischief of
which the battery is capable. Tho
machine, however, is available only for
certain varieties of fowl. Geese may
bo killed from it, also widgeon, canvas-
back duck, re l-head, nnd all birds
whose flight is close to tho surface oi
water. Black ducks and spring-tails,
or bins which fly at a considerable al
ii: ude, are apt to look into a battery,
and consequently avoid it. Tho use of
ilic.-e machines is not so harmful in
large expanses of water as in small and
narrow bays. Hero they are positively
fatal, and should not be tolerated. Laws
are, indeed, enacted forbidding their
use, but no attention is paid to these
statutes, and they arc used indiscrim
inately.
The fire-lighting of geese is done, of
course, on very dark nights. On the
bow of a beat a lantern, similar to cbe
headlight of a locomotive, is rigged.
The boat is slowly propelled toward
the birds on their feeding grounds.
These, when the light approaches, sit
with heads and necks erect, motionless,
and paralyzed with fear. They may be
approached within twelve feet, More
over, the birds in their terror huddle
together, so that when tire is opened on
them the slaughter is great. After being
shot at, they rise on tho wing, and in
their bewilderment often dash directly
against tho lantern. The effect of dis
turbing a wary bird like the goose after
this fashion may be readily imagined.
A single experience of the kind suflices
to drive him panic stricken finally and
forever from suclt localities. There is a
law forbidding til is practice; it is sel
dom or never enforced.
We now come to the dusking of ducks.
This is likewise a fatal and reckless way
of killing fowl. The black duck, spring-
tail and teal feed usually close under the
sedgy shores. During the day, so per
sistently havo they been pursued, it is
difficult to entice them to the decoys;
consequently they are shot in the dusk
of the evening, when the shades of night
obscure objects which experience has
taught them to avoid. Iu the early even
ing the flash of a gun is visible at a great
distance; the effect on birds seoking
their feeding grounds is disastrous.
Laws have been enacted against this
method of killing ducks. They are like
wise never enforced. On every favor
able occasion the shores are fined with
gunners, who dusk birds far into the
night. For days the particular locality
is entirely deserted by theso birds,
which, when they do return, fly high in
the air, and peer cautiously about them.
To bring them within gunshot is im
possible.—Harper’s Weekly.
“Well, Austin, can you read that P”
“No, mamma.” “Well, it is rather
difficult. Those are old English letters.”
“Are they P Then no wonder tho an
cient Britons couldn’t read or write.”
The various theaters in New York
city employ 94,000 people.
RELIGIOUS NEWS AND NOTES.
A Presbyterian theological seminary
has been established at Tokio, Japan.
Harvard college has had 14,988 gradu
ates, of whom 2,344 were ordained as
pastors of churches.
Thirty-seven natives of New Zealand
have been admitted to the ministry of
the Episcopal churoh.
The number of Congregational
churches in Indiana is thirty-six, and
the nggegnto membership of those
churches 1,800.
Copies of the New Testament in
Japanese have been placed in the schools
of Yokohama by o^der of the authorities
of that city.
It is said that the value of the offerings
at a recent heathen festival in India
amounted to $1,000,000, most of which
camo from poor people.
Dr. J. A. Warne and wife, of Phila
delphia, recently made over to the
American Baptist missionary union
property valued at $40,000.
Princess Eugenie, sister of the queen
of Swoden, is actively engaged in enlist
ing tho Swedish women in behalf of tho
conversion of the Laplanders.
St. James’ church, Philadelphia, loses
its assistant minister, the Rev. Charles
MorrisoD, who becomes associate reotor
of tho American church in Paris.
Tho Methodist Episcopal mission in
Italy reports 430 members and 279
probationers—in all 709. There aro
twelve native missionaries at work.
Of the home missionaries of the Pres
byterian church, who numbered 1,161
last year, 646, or nearly one-half, aro
laboring wost of the Mississippi river.
The Rev. Dr. Marshall, a prominent
minister of tho United Presbyterian
church of Scotland, died recently at
Conpar-Augus. IIo received his degree
of doctor of divinity fromtho University
ol the City of Now York in 1806.
The Chicago Interior h urging tho
Presbyterians of the Northwest to bestir
themselves and raise tho $100,600 for the
theological seminary whioli is necessary
to secure another $100,000 offered condi
tionally by Mr. Cyrus H.[McCormick.
The Methodist Central German con
ference reports 1,075 probationers, 11,515
members, 92 local preachers, and 172
churches. There was a gain of 165
members and a loss ot two churches.
Tae amount raised for missions was
$0,885.
Tho bishops of tho Methodist Epis
copal church havo issued nn urgent ap
peal to the denomination to come for
ward and snvo tho Metropolitan church
at Washington. It cost $225,000, and
there is now outstanding a bonded debt
of $30,000 nnd a floating debtof $10,000.
There nro oighteen Presbyterian Hun-
dny-scltoils which have over 1,000
scholars, and threo witli more than
2,( 00. The latter nro those of University
Placo church, Now York city, 2,100;
Bethany church, Ptiiladeiphia, 2,114,
nnd Second church, St. Louis, 2,000.
The Presbyterian board of homo mis
sions, under its contract with the United
States government, is preparing to es
tablish boarding schools among the
Western Shoshones, the Uintah and
White River Utes, the Pueblos, Navajos
and Moquis Indians.
Tho seventy-third general conference
of tho New church (Swedenborgian) in
England lias been held in London. Up
ward of 100 ministers and delegates were
present. The Rsv. C. Giles, fraternal
messenger from tho church in the Uni
ted States, was received.
The Germany and Switzerland Meth
odist Episcopal conference hns recently
held its twenty-fifth session, with
liishop Merrill presiding. Letters from
there report an increase in members and
collections, with good prospects in gen
eral. Bishop Morrill preached on Sun
day to a congregation numbering over
1,200 persons.
The average salary of Congregational
ministers in Connecticut has been stead
ily increasing during the last twenty
years. From $812 in the year 1861, it
1ms reached $1,309 in 1880. But since
1874, when it reached $1,400, it has
grown less, though probably the shrink
age is no greater than has been noticed
in tho incomes of other people.
A few days ago there were ten mis
sionaries of the American board iu San
Francisco on their way to China and
Japan, who had just arrived from the
East. Two, on their way back from
China, were also in tho city, making
twelve missionaries of the board. One
Baptist, two Presbyterian, and two of
the Episcopal church, were also on their
way to the far East, making seventeen
missionaries on their way to and from
their labors among the heathen.
The Chinese Dread of Milk.
“The milk is the white blood,” say
the Chinamen, and on this ground they
abhor using milk and all products of
the dairy. In some stores of tho largest
Chinese cities there is milk for sale, but
it is not the milk of beasts, and is used
for babes and old persons. Those of the
European residents who insist upon
getting milk for their coffee, commonly
get that of swine. A Frenchman, says
a French magazine, who lived in China
with his family kept his own cow. His
servant, a Chinaman, stole the milk in
order to sell it to Europeans. At last
ilis thefts were discovered, mid he was
forced to drink the cow’s milk. That
w.is the most dreadful punishment to
which a Chinaman could be subjected,
and that servant never dared to steal
the milk afterward.
Ths Golden Grain.
Tlie grain I the grain ! tho beonlllul groin !
How it laughs to U.e br czo with a glad
rolrain,
blowing the lamiahing earth in her pain,
Making her smile willi glee.
Lilting in praise each bright golden crown,
As It drinks the dew the Father sends down,
Courting ihe sun’s warm lover-like Itown,
Returning it smilingly.
The giain ! tho grain ! tho bountiful slion' os
A song ot joy thoir rustling weaves,
For the gracious gilt thnt the oarth receives,
Given most royally.
From evory hillside, every plain,
Comes the farmer’s song as ho reaps the grain;
And the gentle breeze waits on the strain,
In wildest harmony.
He pours o’er tho earth his brimming horn,
That tho valleys may luagli and sing with
corn,
While hopo, with her death trr..aoe, -Isos new
born,
Tho brighter days to see.
MISCELLANEOUS.
Bonds that are bard to redeem—Vag
abonds.
A dressmaker should be eareftil of
her habits.
One touoli of rumor makes tho whole
world chin.
London has lately instituted Sunday
music in her public parks.
There are twenty-eight colored minis
ters in Hinds county, Miss.
Every bnrness-mnker leaves traces of
Ills work behind.— free Press.
8(According to Richard Grant White,
“ hug” is a word that embraces a great
deal.
They were twins. The parents chris
tened ono Kate and tho other Pupil-
Kate.
Batchers are not to be relied on;
thelr’s is a skin gome.—Waterloo Ob
server.
What is the difference between a fixed
star and a meteorP^Ono is a sun, the
other a darter.
Frank Lord, of Niw York, who is so
skillful with his pistol that he cuts in
twain a card thrown up edgeways, is a
lion in Paris.
The English language is very com
prehensive, but the language used by
the natives of Finland has m >re of the
real Finnish to it.
Captains Howard an 1 Garret, of the
British navy, have hod to pay $21.75 for
letting their dogs worry a cat for the
diversion of the officers at Portsmouth.
Turkish officers, long unable to get a
cent of pay from the sultan, are offering
their services to Greece. Whole reg!-
monts are ready lo.desert on the small) st
encouragement.
The chips of an apple tree 200 to 30
years old which was cut down ' neat
Stratford-on-Avon were found after
dark to emit a strong phosphorescent
light like that of a glowworm.
Accident insurance companies now
ask applicants for policies: “Do you
ever go within half a mile of an arohery
club at practice?” An affirmative an
swer socks on the double rates for ex
traordinary risks.
SI Itching on a Button.
lie liad never tried it before, but ho
was naturally a self-reliant man, and
felt confident of his ability to do it.
Moreover, his wife had gone to the
country. Therefore, carefully selecting
from that lady’s work-basket the thickest
needle and stoutest thread, he resolutely
set himself to the task. He carefully
rolled the end of the thread into a point,
and then, closing one of his own optics,
lie attempted to hll up the needle’s soli
tary eye; but the thread either passed
by on one side or the other of the needle,
or worked itself against tho glittering
steel and refused to be persuaded. How
ever, llio thread suddenly bolted through
the eye to the extent of an inch, and,
fearing to loose this advantage, he
quickly drew the ends together and
united them with a knot about tbe size
of a buckshot. The button was a
trouser one, but be liked the dimensions
of its holes, and it was only going on
the buck of liis shirt anyhow. As he
passed the needle gently upward through
tho linen, lie felt a mingled pity and dis
dain for men bungling over such easy
jobs; and, as ho let the button gracefully
glide down the thread to its appointed
place, he said to himself that if ever he
married a second time it should be for
some nobler reason than a dread of sew
ing on buttons. The first downward
thrust had the same happy result, and,
holding the button down firmly with
his thumb, he came up again with all
that confidence which uniform success
inspires. Perhaps the. point of the
needle did not enter to the bone, but it
seemed to him that it did, and liis com
ment upon the circumstances was em
phatic. But be was very ingenious,
and next time would hold the button by
one edge and come up through the hole
nearest tbe other. Of course he would.
But the needle had an independent way
of suiting itself as to holes, and it chose
the one where the thumb was. Then
the needle got sulky. It didn’t care
about holes, anyhow, if it was going to
be abused for them, and the button
might have been an unperforated disk
for all the apertures wbieh that needle
could thenceforward be made to dis
cover, without infinite poking and
prodding. It always came through
when it was least expected, and never
when it was wanted. Still he per
severed, and it was not until he finally
discovered that he had stitched over the
edge of the button, and hod sewn it on
the wrong side of the shirt, that he
utterly broke down.