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Nightfall.
Lie Btiil, 0 heart 1
Crush out thy vainnoss and nnreaehod desiros.
Mark how the sunset fires,
Whioh kindlod all tho weBt with red and gold,
Are slumbering ’noath tho amothystino glow
Of tho rooeding day, wIiobo tale is told.
Stay, stay thy questionings. What wouldst
thou know,
0 anxious hoart ?
Now turn to God.
Night is too beautiful for ns to cling
To selfish sorrowing.
0 memory 1 tho grass U over green
Above thy gravej hut wo have brightor
things
Than thou hast evor claimod or known, I
wcon.
Day Is for tears. At night the soul hath
wings
To leave tho sod.
Tho thought of night,
That comos to ns like breath of primrono time
That comes like the sweet rhyme
Of a pure thought expressed, lulls all our
foars,
And stirs tho angel that is in us—night,
Which is a sermon to tho sonl that hears.
Hush ! for tho hcavons with starlets ore
alight.
Thauk God for night!
—Chambers’t Journal.
Roft is tho air,
And not a leaflet rustles to tho ground
To break tho calm around.
Croop, little wakeful hoart, iuto thy nogt;
Tho world is full of flowers oven yet.
Closo fast thy dewy eyes, and be at rest.
Pour out thy plaints at day, if thou must
frot;
Day is for caro,
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idi-cmar^ Address,
0/ all people that mako trouble for
themselves tho jealous can take the
palm ; and of all the jealous, Mr. Don
ald McDonald was ablo to get tho most
torture from tho least material,
When Lucia fell in love with him,
she did not dream of this ailliction, for
ho seemed about as indifferently cool
and haughty a man as ono could picture.
Perhaps she flirted a little recklessly
with one and another lest he should
divine her secret; perhaps on that ac
count ho thought the only way to got
her was to take her by storm. Sho did
not flatter herself that he remembered
her when out of his sight, till one day
on the piazza a party of them having
been talking gayly of thoir possible
futures, and all having left but herself,
he came back, and loaning against a pil
lar, and pulling down the rose-vine,
“What is that you are doing, Luoia?"
lie said. “Does it require all your
attention? Look at me, Lucia;” and
sho thoughtlessly obeyed. “ When we
were all speaking of our paths in the
'uture, was there any seriousnoss in
u hat you said ? Did you suppose 1
would ever listen to any plan of a future
for you in whioh I was not a part ?"
“You I” looking up at him where lb-
towcred abovo her dark and superb as
Lucifer.
“ I. And I teli you now, Lucia, you
are going to marry mo or nobody. You
are to be my wife, or no man’s wife.”
And many of Lucia’s distresses came
from that acquiescence in which her
glad heart stood still a moment before
it beat upon her lover’s, in which her
hand lay trembling in his, while he
slipped upon its finger a curious gem-
mel-ring of rubies and brilliants. If
she had rebelled, if she had coquetted
or dallied, she might not have remained
in tho half-humble light which made
her more like a slave than a wife; if
she had obliged him to sue instead of
allowing him to claim, he might hardly
have ventured on such a lordly and dic
tatorial demeanor. Ho hurried the
wedding so that she had no time to per
ceive anything but his passion for her
self. And now that regret was too late,
all there was for her was as straight a
path, looking neither to tho right nor
the left, as a wealthy woman in sooiety
could walk. But to a friendly beauti
ful creature like Lucia, who liked every
body, and whom everybody liked, this
was no easy matter. Nor especially was
it easy when some of her former lovers
came along, to whom sho felt it right to
bo particularly gentle in view of their
regret and her felicity.
For Luoia was really happy. She
desired no indiscriminate admiration ;
her husband’s was enough for her. She
had his adoration, and sho know it, and
he was her all in all; nothing more
grand and noble and beautiful than he
was possible to her conception of a
human being. She loved him so that
if he had trampled her heart out of her
body, she would have thought it but a
fit service she rendered him in suffering
t. And it cost her nothing to relin
quish all companionship but his, for
she wanted no other.
The one hinderance to her happiness
was that her husband failed to recog
nize all this, and seemed to have a con
stant fear of loss oLher affection if she
became aware of the existence of any
body else, the knew that his bursts of
anger through suspicion did “0* “““
that he loved her any the less, but they
frightened her and they caused her un
wisely to conceal any attention, flattery,
or kindness that she received. Bhe
tried to frost her manner, but it only
her all the more attractive,
house was thronged, and her invi a i
were ft multitude.
Nevertheless, Luoia almost forgot
herself one day when the servant an
nounced Mr. Dunstable. “ Tom Dun
stable 1” she exolaimed before she
thought. " I am delighted.” And she
held out both hands to this old sohool -
mate and sort of cousin, and waa eager,
her face aglow, to hear what account
he had to give of himself, asking if he
remembered this, and replying as to
whether she remembered that, laughing
over circumstances occurring before
her husband’s reign, and all at once
starting and looking about for her hus
band, beckoning him, and when he
would not stir, taking Mr. Dunstable
over herself, and introducing him, with
another grand mistake, as a dear old
friend who was one of the family, but
not a scrap of relation.
A dear old friend, one of the family,
and not a scrap of relation 1 Nothing
more was needed to kindle Mr. MoDon-
aid’s altar fires. He was flint and steel
already. “Wasting her sweetness on a
curmudgeon," said Mr. Dunstable to
himsolf. And if for a minute he had a
mind to give Mr. McDonald something
to fret about, iu another minute
he thought he would out off
his hand before making Lucia any
trouble. “ So," ho said to her, when
Mr. McDonald had walked off and left
them as a great dog loaves a couple of
children that have disturbed him, “ you
have a jailer—"
“ I have the best of husbands !" she
exclaimed. “And I adore him. Be
sides—”
“Besides, I mustn’t talk to you m
that way. Well, I won’t. I shouldn’t
like him to speak so to my bonny Kate.
I am going to bo married to Kato Dos-
pard—the sweetest girl I I must come
and tell you about her to-morrow, Lu
cia. What hour shall you bo alone ?”
Tomorrow? Lucia had begun to
recollect herself sufficiently to know
that her husband's wrath would be a
bright and shining light to-morrow if
such an interview took place. "To
morrow?” sho said. 11 But I have au en
gagement. How long are you to be in
town? Only two days? Let me see—I
shall bo at Aunt Marburj’s to-morrow
at three.”
Ah, Lucia, Luoia McDonald, her inner
consciousness cried, a clandestine moot
ing at auother persou's house I No
wonder if her husband wero angry I
And yet it seemed bard if sho might
not hear about tho marriage of one for
whom sho had suoh an innocont attach
ment. And sho hated equally that any
one she honored should think her heart
less or see her husband's one w-eakness
The bet that she felt a little guilty
mado her humility and sweetness incar
nate in her manner toward her husband;
and the fact that she was so sweet and
nubmissive mado him a trifle lordlier
than before. Sho know the drift of his
thoughts too well, and he need not have
taken the trouble to formulato a pro-
nuciamento, ns he did at dinner.
“A married flirt,” said Mr. MoDon-
aid, apropos of little or nothing, “ranks
with tho monstrous. Once convinced
of such a deformity in a woman's char
acter, I would not live with lior an
hour."
“By the way," said Luoia, the least
bit tremulously, “Tom Dunstable is
going to be married.”
“ You are very familiar, Lucia. But
why ‘by the way’? Is Mr. Dunstable
a flirt?”
“ He ? Oh, no; but Kato Despard is,
and he is going to marry her.”
“ Ho is to he pitied then," said Mr.
McDonald, with asperity.
“Yes; Tom is the most faithful fel
low iu existence. He will never forget
the time I saved him from Master
Brownlow’s rage by taking the feruling
myself.”
“You, Luoia? And the hound lot
you 1 Well, I would thank him to for
get. I wont no man with reminiscences
of my wife.”
Lucia did not remind him that it
would bo difficult to blot out her past
existence. She only laughed, and said:
“ Oh, it makes no odds, for it is not the
same person. I am a totally different
being from that one. It hardly seems
cs though I had been alive before I
married you, Don." And anybody not
luxuriating in jealousy would have
melted at the smile sho gave him.
But the next day she was at her Aunt
Marbury’s to find Tom there before her,
and to listen to his enamored account
of Kato Despard, his marriage, his
hopes, his plans. “I gave Kate a plain
ring to wear as a wedding ring by-and-
bye," said Tom. 'I want an engagement
ring for her that has never been on any
body’s finger, and made like one yon
wore just before you married—the
quaintestyhing I You have it on now,
Luoia, perhaps?”
“Yes, indeed. Don gave it to me,
It was my engagement ring, Tom."
ii Then you would not care to lend it
for the goldsmith to see ?" asked Tom.
Luoia hesitated. She did not want
the ring her betrothed gave desecrated
by passing from hand to hand. To tell
the truth, she had a little rather neither
Kate Despard nor another had a ring
just like it. And then Don would be
certain to misconstrue. But Don need
not know, She hated to disoblige Tom.
It would be away only a night. Sho
slipped off her glove] and gave it.
“Kate will thank you so much," said
Tom. He took her band a moment.
“It is a kind little hand,”he said. “It
will always wear the pearl of great
price. Once,” he added, half laughing,
"before my darling Kate's was promised
me, I had hoped to call this hand my
own.” And they looked up, to see Mr.
Donald McDonald towering like an
avenging deity in the doorway. He had
heard only the last phrase.
" Do not lot me interrupt you," he
said, in his loftiest accent of withering
scorn.
But Luoia was to<r quick for him.
" Good-bye, Tom,” she cried, regard
less of appearanoes.
" Good-bye. I suppose we meet at
Mrs. Maynard’s dinner to-night ?”
But she was at the carriage, beside
ber husband, bofore the words hod
passed Tom’s lips.
" Aren’t yon going to help me in,
Don ?” she asked.
" Do you wish to enter?” asked the
Grand Llama.
Why, certainly I do. I told John
to drivo round, and wondered lio was so
slow.”
Slow! Too quick, I should say,"
he answered, while John shook his
white reins to the prancing beasts.
"Oh, now, Don," she exolaimed;
"you are angry at poor Tom’s pa-
lavor.”
I don’t know any right your poor
Tom has to be talking palaver to my
wife.”
"He was telling of his happiness
with Kate Despard.”
• l don’t know any right my wife
has to receive confidences from another
man."
"Don, aren’t you ashamed?” oiied
Lucia, desperately. "An old friend,
all but brought up in the house with
me—"
‘ Is that any reason he should bo
saying to you that once ho expected to
call your hand his own ? You, a married
womau, listening to him I And for all
I know he has kissed your baud. It is
shameful I it is moustrous ! it is abom
inable I"
" Ho never kissed my hand,"
" Why is your glovo off?”
"Ob, Don, my darling, how ridiculous
you mako yourself I”
Answer my question. Have you
boen exchanging lingH with that rascal ?”
lie cried, his eyes blazing in his whito
face. " By tbe Lord, if that is so, I
will have his life? Where are your
rings, Luoia ?”
Graoious, Don, what a flame yon
can blow up from a spark! Do you ex
pect me to wear my rings about like so
muny fottors ? Rings hurt ono's hands
under gloves, and I don’t always wear
them."
You will let mo see"—his eyes
growing blacker and blncker, as if his
wrath condensed its darkness through
them—"every ring I have given you,
tbe moment we enter the house, whether
you find thorn fetters or not 1”
And the brilliant and ruby gemmel in
Tom Dunstable’s pocket 1 What on
earth was she to do? Why had sho not
told him the whole story at first? Now,
under threats, it was too late. lie
would not believe her. He would be
only the more infuriated.
"Do you mean to say, Donald,” she
exclaimed, turning on him her beautiful
eyes, " that you are accusing me, your
faithful wi f e, of anything your words
imply?” Then the worm turned. “How
long do you think you can keep my af
fections—"
" I don’t imagine I can keep them. I
don’t imagine I have kept them—” And
when, as just at that instant they
reached their own door, a band of music
set the horses to dancing, the carriage
wheels ran up the stepping-stone, and
a crash ensued, out of which she was
lifted in a dead faint, Lucia^connted it
one of the good fortunes of her life.
Of course, with the servants running
this way and that, and 'with confusion
and cries in the house, rings and re
proaches were forgotten, and Mr. Donald
McDonald, calling himself a brute,
hung over his wife in despair, and Lucia
had a delightful hour of recovery and
devotion; and then, against her hus
band’s remonstrances, proceeded to
dress for Mrs. Maynard’s dinner.
“ Ab, what a hypocrite and actress I
am becoming 1” she sighed to herself.
“ And what a cov/ard I And all because
I love him so.”
But nobody would have thought the
lovely creature sweeping into Mrsi
Maynard’s drawing-room, in her white
gold-embroidered satin, was any of the
horrid things she called herself. They
were the last arrivals, and when Lucia
went out on Mr. Maynard’s arm, she
found herself, in a little spasm of fright,
with Tom Dunstable at the other hand,
and her husband nearly opposite. It
was a moment of absolute terror to
Lucia. She knew that the sight of
Tom Dunstable would bring baok all
her husband’s mood. She saw the
blaok cloud shut down over his face in
stantly, and she felt that her least mo
tion would be watched with lynx-like
narrowness.
. But she must get that ring, and before
she put on her gloves again. " Tom,”
she whispered, not looking at him,
scarcely moving her lips, and her face
placid as sunshine, " give me that ring
at once, as you value my life.”
"Great heavens 1" murmured Tom;
"it is at the goldsmith’s.”
The oonsternatiop and pleading in
her eyes wonld have ruined her had not
her husband trodden on Miss Ormond's
train in the general seating, and been
a momont preoccupied. In that mo
ment Tom, nodding excuse to his neigh
bor and to Mr. Maynard, slipped into
tbe hall, and was baok again before tho
rustle had quite subsided. It seemed
to Luoia as it every oyster wero a turtle;
sipping her soap was like the effort of
the old woman to sweep the B9a from
her door. Through roast, entree, oourse
by course, what interminable torture
was this she endured 1 She wonld have
declared they liad been at the table
half the night. AU the time she felt
her husband's glance pursuing her,
while she manipulated h(r hand to
evade it; and all tho time she had to
talk with Mr. Maynard, and give her
repartees on this side and the other, as
if the gayest of the gay, with no more
idea of what sho was saying than if in
a trance. What an oter^ity it was bo-
oomingl what a reckoning was to followl
She was receiving the punishment of
her deoeit a thousand times. Dazed and
dizzy, a scarlet spot on either cheek,
she felt hardly able to keep her chair.
Sho wanted to scream ont to her hus
band the whole story; she was afraid’
she should,
The prairie-chicken was being served,
when she saw, as if in a dream, a
waiter, who had just oome in, stoop
ing to piok up Tom's napkin, and a sido-
long glance showed her Tom fumbling
with a tiny paroel. In another breath
it was all right. The color left her
cheek ; she understood what was said
aronnd her; the prairie-ohioken had
some flavor. She stretched her hand
for a bit of bread. " I beg your par
don,” said Tom, "this is yonr iol) fc I
think.” And she crumbled the roll be
tween them, and tho ring touched the
tip of her Anger, and with the help of
tho crust and tho tabla-eloth she wor
ried it into its nsnal place while unswer-
ing Mr. Maynard's question as to lies
preferences regarding game. And ar
sho raised her hand to brush back a
love-lock falling too low oyor her beau
tiful eyes, Mr. Donald McDonald saw
the blood-red flash of the ruby gommel-
ring.
But it was not till a year and a day
that he heard tho story from his wifo's
lips, and forgiving her for lior part,
promised better fashions for his own.—
Harper's Umar.
" Sit Down, Roberta."
Elder Traverse, who lately died in
Buffalo, old and bent and full of years,
was onee the most noted man in East
ern Now York as a camp-meeting leader.
Ho had a powerful voice and was a fluent
■peaker, and in the prime of life could
got away with any man who over s > u
to got away with his meeting.
Tho elder was onco holding a camp-
moeting at Yonkers, and word rcaohed
him that a notorious rough, known as
“Chicago Bob,” intended to bo on hand
Sunday for a row. He made no reply
aud took no precautions, bat when Boh
appeared on the grounds with a cigar
in his month and a slang-shot in Mb
sleeve, the elder didn’t grew pale worth
a cent. Bob had come out there to
run things, and he took a forward seat.
When the crowd began to sing he began
crowing, and thns created confusion.
‘Robert, you hod better sit down,”
observed the elder, as he eame forward.
“Chicago Bob sits down for no man,”
was the reply. ‘
“ Sit down, Robert," continued the
elder, as he put his hand on tho loafer’s
arm.
‘ Here goes to clean out the crowd 1”
crowed Bob, as he pulled off his coat.
Next instant the elder hit him under
the ear, and as he fell over a bench he
was followed np and hit again and again,
and while in a semi-unconscious state
he was carried off by his friends.
Next day he was first to oome for
ward for prayers. The elder put his
hand on his head and said:
“ Robert, are yon in earnest?”
“Iam.”
“ Are you really seeking for faith ?”
“You bet I am 1 If faith helps a man
to got in his work as quick as you did
yesterday, I am bound to have it, if I
have to sell my hat I”
He didn’t get it very strong, but he
did no more orowing while the meeting
lasted.
Rain Lore.
To tho farmer one of the most im
portant circumstances is the weather,
as on it depends the suooess of his agri
cultural operations. But science, to
quote Mr. Buckle’s words, “nothaving
yet succeeded in discovering the laws
of rain, men are at present unable to
tell it for any considerable period,"
and hence wo still find in use a host of
pieces of weather wisdom for ascertain
ing the rules whioh regulate it. These,
too, havo been gathered from a variety
of sources, and althongh many of them
aro highly fanciful, yet they are largely
believed and acted upon. Thus, accord
ing to a well-known notion, “ the faster
the rain, the quicker tho hold up," a
piece of weather lore which dates as far
back as Bhakespeare’s day, for in Rioh-
ard II. (aot ii, soeno 1) John of Gaunt
is represented as saying:
"For violent flros soon burn out thcmsolvss;
hmaUsbovrcrs last long, but sudden storms
aro short.’’
In the Shepherd of Banbury’s Obser
vations we aro told that " sudden rains
never last long; but when tho air grows
thiok by degrees, and tho sun, moon
and stars shine dimmer and dimmer,
then it is liko to rain six hours usually.’
A further adago on the subject reminds
usjhow
“Tho sharper tho blast,
Tho soonor 'tls past."
A good many items of weather loro
have from time immemorial been asso
ciated with what is generally termed
“a sunshiny shower.” Thus, although
it is said nover to last long, yet it is an
indication, on the other hand, that it
will rain on the following day about the
same hour. Among the numerous
rhymes, wo may quote ono current in
some of the midland counties.
“A Hunnhlny shower
Novor lasts half an hour."
There is a similar one, too, prevalent
in the west of England, to this effect:
"Sunshiny rain will soon go away.”
According to Fitzrcy, there is usually
fair weather before n settled course of
rain; and in Scotland we are told, with
respect to wet weather, that
“LShg foul, lang fair."
There is a popular fancy that rain on
Friday insures a wet Sunday, a super
stition whioh has been embodied in tho
familiar couplet:
11 A rainy Friday, n rainy Holiday;
A fair Friday, a fair Sunday.”
Another version of this rhyme is the
following:
“ As tho Friday, so tho Sunday;
ah tho Sunday, so tho wook."
Sunday’s rain is in many places re
garded as specially uuluoky. In Nor
folk, for instance, it is commonly said,
“ Rain aforo clmtoli [church],
Rain all tho wcok,
Littlo or much."
This notion extends us far as Scotland,
and in Fifeshire tho poasantry have a
rhyme,
“ If it rains on tho Sunday boforo mess [mass]
It will rain ull tho wook, more or loss.”
O it of tho further extensive woather
loro associated witli rain wo may briefly
note tho following, whioli is scattered
throughout Great Britain. Thus tho
agiioultural peasantry, when spoakiug
of tho advantages of rain, tells us
that
“Homo rain, sorno rcBt;
Fine weather isn’t always host.”
Rain in springtime is considered a good
omen, if we may place any reliance on
the subjoined adage:
“A wet spring, a dry harvest.”
The indications of approaching rain
which are usually observable in the sky
are referred to in the following sensi
ble rhyme:
Wot weather seldom hurls tho most unwise,
So plain the sign*, snob prophets are the
skios.”
Many of the charms still used by
children to avert rain are curious, and
the ono current in Northumberland is
as follows:
“.Rain, rain, go away,
Come again another day.
When I brew, and when 1 bako,
I’ll gle you a littlo cake.”
In Scotland, says Mr. Chambers, in
his Popular Rhymes, youngsters are
often beard in a Scottiah village apos
trophizing rain:
“ Rain, rain, go to Spain,
Aud nover oomo hack again.”
Once more, a charm prevalent iu Dur
ham to insure a fine day consists in lay
ing two straws in the form of a cross,
and repeating those words:
“Rain, rain, go away,
Don’t come back till Christmas-day;"
this mode of procedure, it is said, being
seldom known to fail.—Chambers' Jour
nal.
MOMEKTOl® RATTER.
Farmers in Great Britain suffered
everely during the first half of 1881.
No less than 571 agriculturists had to
deelare themselves bankrupt, inelnding
farm bailiffs, millers and market gar
deners. In trades immediately con
nected with farming, 501 have been
forced to give np business.
Our latest acquisition in real estate,
the vast region of Alaska, is ambition*
of congressional representation, and haa
chosen the late collector of customs ss
a delegate to the national Honseof Rep
resentatives. As Alaska has no terri
torial organization, the newly-elected
delegate's ehanee of admission is smsll.
Butter is now made ont of cotton
seed oil, in New Orleans, after months
of experiment. Not content with its
natural color, which might betray ita
the inventors have succeeded in so
tiriting it that it may be passed off as
dairy butter. In this matter of batter
not many years ago, all we had to de
pend upon was the rioh product of the
dairy churn. But already we find cir
culated in the oommnnity the prodnot
of bull fat, colored and put np so as to
imitate butter, and soon we shall havo
a farther variety.
The fears that are entertained for the
safety both of the German emperor and
of his chancellor, Bismarck, are shown
by an incident that ooonrred during the
latter’s stay at Kissengen. While he
was driving along one of the country
roads a building contractor, some dis
tance ahead, stepped to the side of the
highway with a telescope to take a view
of the surroundings. He was suddenly
soized by a gendarme, who compelled
him to pnt his glass out of sight nnti]
Bismarck had passed, for the reason
that, in tho existing oondition of politi
cal affairs, the prinoe might easily mis
take the telescope for the barrel of a
rifle, and be seriously startled by it.
The Dirty Dozen is a Kansas City
club, and its members are so liko its
name that one of their own number did
not invite them to his wedding. They
went to the house, however, and threw
stones through the windows. The first
groomsman said, in the midst of the
ceremony : “Just hold on till I come
back, I won’t be gone a minute.” He
went out, killed one of the dozen by a
pistol shot, returned to his place before
tho clergyman, and the marriage pro
ceeded.
There is substantial progross being
made on the great four-track steel road
that is to connect Chicago and New
York. It was begun before the great
fire in Chicago, but the grants of right
of way and many other reoords indis
pensable to its prosecution were de
stroyed by that calamity. They have
all been restoied, and the work of con
struction is being pushed as rapidly aa
is consistent with making it a vast and
permanent institution. The fact that
it is to be throughout stone ballasted
and steel railed indicates that it is for
permanent investment, and not merely
for stock specnlation. The road is
built between Cleveland and Fort
Wayne, and the track is being laid east
of Cleveland and west of Fort Wayne at
the rate of four miles a day. Between
Valparaiso, Indiana, and Chicago, track
is Leing laid at the rate of one and a
half miles per day. Onei hundred
miles of traok aro laid between Chicago
and Cleveland, and the whole road is
expected to be in operation between
Chicago and New York by July 4, 1882.
“ Can I drivo him, do you think '?”
Mr. Slowboy timidly asked the livery
man, as he climbed into the buggy and
handled the lines with some misgiving.
“ Land, yes,” said the hostler, with
hearty encouragement; “ anybody can
drive him, a child can drive him—but,"
he added, as the horse went down the
street like a rocket, olimbed over a hay-
wagon, shook Mr. Slowboy into the
river, and left the buggy hanging on
the arm of a lamp-post, “ it takes a
railroad train to keep np with him.”
Michael Kelleher, watchman of the
United States sub-treasury at St. Louis,
died reoently in that city, at the age of
seventy-fire, after twenty-eight consecu
tive years of faithful servioe. One of
his duties was to carry baok and forth
the bags of bullion, and General Ed
wards, assistant treasurer, believes thjtt
ho handled during his lifetime more
money than any other man in the coun
try. His fidelity and honor seem to be
oharaoteristio of the stock to which
he belonged, as the distribution of his
modest estate showed. His property
amounted to about $30,000, and in his
will, made only a few days before his
death, the name of a favorite niece was
found to be omitted. The legatees, be
lieving it to be an oversight, promptly
made a pro rata assessment upon their
own legacies for her benefit, thus secur
ing to her $3,000, equal to the average
amount devised by the will. ThiB was
accomplished with perfect harmony,
the only desire of all being to give the
favorite niece the amount which her
uncle probably intended to bequeath to
her.
John of Abyssinia amd Alexander of
Russia are the two potentates whose
ood is all tasted ere t-hey partake of it.-
A Modeat Requeat. ’
“Darling, wake up and stop snoring,
said a Detroit woman to her husband.
“ Eh ? Whazza matter now?” he asked
as he half raised np in bed.
“ Won’t you please stop snoring ? If
you only knew how homesick it made
me I’m sure you would."
“Homesick 1 How the deuoe can my
innocent snore make yon homesick ?”
“ Why, you know, darling, that tbe
home on the coast from which you took
me a joyous bride was only half a mile
from a government fog-horn, and every
time you snore it reminds] me so of
home that I just can’t stand it. Please
lie on yonr side and havo some little
respect for my feelings."
And then the brute spread himself
ont on his back and in five minutes had
bathed her iu tears as visions of the old
home crept upon her.
The annual production in the United
States for several years past has bpen
about 7,000,000,000 pins.
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