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VOL. I.
On stormy days the snow-clad hill,
Whose lofty grandeur feasts my eyes.
Is hidden ’ueath a bank a cloud,
And darkness all around It lias,
I do not fear my mount is gone,
I know it watts behind the cloud;
I wait tor sunshine to return
And gleam upon Its misty shroud.
The stars whose quiet calm I love,
Night after night are dark to me;
My eyas gaze on the pall above.
But not one rav of light I see.
I know my deathless stars are there
Above the dark, and shining on;
1 know they’ll shine for me again
Some night when all the clouds are gene.
The road I travel to my home,
In fog Is shrouded, many days;
One step before Is all I see,
The vale is hidden In the haze.
But still my face is homeward turned.
Iu perfect trust I’ll ftud It there;
In light a-gleam, its Are warm,
And by their side my easy chair.
The Whispering Wind.
'sOr N three sides of the
little house the dry
§ corn stalks stood
close to the eaves;
on the fourth was
an open space, by
courtesy titled
“the yard.” It was
but a bare patch of
blaok earth, so dry that it was cracked
and fissured ia a geometrical design.
The low stable was opposite the bouse
and between them stood a farm wagon
and a cultivator, under which a few
ehickeus huddled, trying to find shel¬
ter from the sweep of the wind. Oo
casionally a hen gave an angry cluck
as a gust ruffled her leathers. As the
wind rushed through the dry stalks it
made a sibilant whisper, now and
then dying away, only to again rise to
a shrill crescendo.
A woman stood in the door of the
house, looking at a distant tendril of
smoke that trailed’in tho sky—the
smoke of the eost-bimad passenger
train. She was young and rather
pretty, bat her red hair was twisted
into a hard, defiant little knot, her
mouth dropped at the corners and her
eyes were iieaVy and brooding. She
listened to the harsh creaking of the
corn and her face grew set and intent;
she was always trying to catch the
moaning of the wind’s whisper. It
seemed as if she would go mad, liv¬
ing in the house day after day, with
the wind always rushing through tho
corn stalks. She wished that it was
spring and that the land was plowed—
then she could at least see the main
road and the “pawing.” But the long
winter was between. What was the
use of working from morning till
night for a bare existence? It were
better to be resting under tho ground.
Then the wmd whispered: “Go
back, go back. Go back to the coun¬
try where there are neighbors and
trees; baok where there are door
yards with grass and flowers, whore a
woman is more than a drudge. Go
baok, go back,” the wind insisted.
She thought now that it must have
been telling her this for the past four
years. Yet she remembered that
when she had coma a bride to this
Kansas farm she had laughed and told
Dick that the wind said: “We’re
here, we’re here—that’s clear, that’s
clear.” It seemed a long time since
she had been able to laugh at the hor¬
rible wind and disregard its voice.
“Rick had no right to bring me to
such a place, ” she thought, forgetting
how willingly she had come. “He
will be late to-night, but I will make
np tbe fire and have the supper
ready. ” As she turned to go in she
glanced down the wagon track that
led out through the corn to the main
road. She could see the shiny top of
a baggy and in another .’ moment a
sorrel horse driven by a man in a light
overepat. Probably the real estate
agent coming to see Rick about the
mortgage.
The man drove into the yard, tied
his horse to the wheel of the wagon
and came toward the house, “Don’t
you know me,Kate?” he called loudly,
to be heard above the wind.
“Why, George Gilbert, is it yon ?”
•he exclaimed. She held out her
hand. “How did you ever happen to
get here? Come right into the house.
Rick’s gone to town for coal,”
The man followed her into the main
room of the honse, which served the
double purpose of parlor and kitchen.
In one corner stood tbe stove, above
it a long shelf covered with neatly
scalloped papers on which Btood the
lamps and tinware. A Bale with per¬
forated tin doors was in another cor¬
ner. A bit of ingrain carpet, a rock¬
ing chair and a rourid table with a red
cover made the parlor. On the win¬
dow ledge were two spindling gerani¬
ums planted in tin cans; on the wall
hung some crayons, framed in black
walnut and having Kate’s initials done
in straggling letters in the lower cor
ners. These had come to have almost
the sacredness of relics, reminding
her as they did of the easy, pleasant
lile of her girlhood.
“You see, I’m traveling for a gro
cery honse,” the man said, sitting
down, “and I make Houstan now, ar.d :
fAlTH,
Why do I donbt when dark olouds hide
The things In life I wish to see?
The faith I give to things of earth
Shoutd be a lesson plain, to me.
Behind the olouds the sun must shine,
Else how would wo know cloud from sun?
And In our lives a purpose lies.
Some goal there Is which must be won.
What thought the mount of my desire
Is hidden deep in cloudy gloom;
My eyes should tarn in perfect faith
To where In pride it used to loom.
And, when Ambition’s star is hid,
Why should I mourn and cease to climb?
The star is there behind the dark,
And clouds must break in God’s own time.
If my life’s path is wrapped In fog,
Why should I falter and show four?
One step ahead I still can see.
And Faith can sue the end, all clear.
The road will lead mo to my homo,
I need not see its winding way;
Each step I take will lead mo on
To heights where dwells eternal day.
—Mary C. Bant?., in the San Francisco Call.
your folks said I must be sure and
come out and see you. So when I got
through with Bailey & Donahue I
went to the livery, got a rig and here
I am. Being a cousin. I took the lib¬
erty word—can to drop down without sending
only stay an hour or two,
anyway. How are you doing?”
“Doing!” Kate cried, scornfully
looking around the room. “Can’t you
see? Making just enough to keep
soul and body together—corn four¬
teen cents, and we’re nine miles from
market. ”
“Why don’t you come back home?”
ho asked, leaning forward in his chair
and noticing how much Kate had aged
since she oarne West.
“Riok never seems to think of it,
besides I don’t think we’re got money
enough to take one of ns, let alone
both. I just long to go—sometimes it
seems like I’d go wild staying here. A
man can get along better’n a woman.”
“Yes, that’s so,” George assented.
He looked very prosperous, sitting
there in his dark business suit, his
shining linen and new gloves. Her
brown calico seemed to grow older
nnd liraper, and she felt as if she be¬
longed to another world than his.
Be told her of their kinsfolk, of the
marriages and deaths in the old neigh¬
borhood, who had sold and moved
away and who had come in their
places. How she longed to go baok to
the commonplace, prosperous life she
had left!
He went to the door. “Not much
of an outlook here, is it?” He
wheeled and gave her soarohing re¬
gard. “Kate, I’ve been thinking that
if you really wanted to go back
home that I can lend you enough to
do it, and you can pay back when you
please. I don’t want to interfere be¬
tween husband and wife, but I judge
that you and Rick haven’t been get¬
ting along first rate by what you said.”
“We haven’t had any open quarrels, ”
she answered, “but I don’t think he
had aay right to bring mo out to such
a God-forsaken country as this. I
don’t think, either, that I’d do wrong
to leave him. I’ve never let my folks
know how things were going, and
last spring when ma talked about
coming out I just prayed she wouldn’t,
though I wanted awful to see her, too
—I was ashamed for her to see how
we lived.”
“If yon intend to go with me, you’d
better make up your mind,” the man
said, looking at his watch. “You
wouldn’t want to meet Riok. Can we
go a road that we won’t meet him?”
Kate nodded. “Yes—the back road
—it’s rough, but wo could take it, ”
“Are you coming?” he asked.
She stood a moment straightening
the cover on the table. “Yes, I’ll go,"
she said decisively. “There are a few
thing I must take, but I can be ready
in half an hour.”
She went into the other room of the
honse and knelt at a trank whose
cushioned top and frilled skirt tried to
beguile the beholder into the belief
that it was a divan. Opening the lid.
she lifted ont folded garments, laying
them into neat piles on the floor. Then
she turned over the articles in the
tray. She took some photographs ia
her lap and looked them over. There
was a picture of Biok’a Uncle Ben—
how they had langhed at his fierce
frown, knowing so well that he was
henpecked; then there was Mary
Haines, her bridesmaid, and Cousin
Lou and Emery's twins. A card slipped
from her lap to the floor and lay face
downward. She pioked it np. It was
a photograph of himself that Rick bad
given her before they were married.
It had been taken by a wandering
artist and he was an awkwarK figure,
olad in a qneerly made suit, holding
his hat tight in hia hand, but his
steadfast young eyes were looking
straight into hers. She remembered
the day he had given it to her and how
she had praised it, meanwhile laugh
ing at the presentation of Uncle Ben,
though they were the work of the
same “artist.” She had tucked Rick’s
picture in at the edge of the mirror
and oae ft. night Mary Haines had dis
covered How Mary teased her un¬
til she confessed that they were to be
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SPRING PLACE, GA., FRIDAY. MARCH 19, 1897.
married in tho spring and were to go
to Kansas.
“It’s 4.30,’’ George called.
the She dropped the photograph into
trunk and closed the lid with a
crash. She laid her hat and oloalc oti
the bed. “I’m glad I baked the bread
and dried-apple pies this morning,”
she thought, “men are so helpless
about housework. I must leave some
word of where I’m gone. I guess he
has tried to bo good to me, but he has
no right to keep mo here. ”
She found a sheet of the thin, blue
lined paper on whioh she had so often
written to “her folks.” She sat down
on the bed, with the ink bottle on a
chair near by. “Dear Rick,” she
wrote, then hastily crossed it out and
began “Bick.” Then she was motion¬
less for a time, her eyes fixed on the
eeiling. At last she wrote: “George
Gilbert is here, and is going to lead
me money to go home on. I cannot
stand it here any longer. I hope you
will forgive me, for 1 know you have
tried to be good and—”
She threw down her pen and ran in¬
to the kitchen. George stood in the
doorway, smoking and looking down
the road. “Beady?” he askod, with¬
out turning.
“Oh, I can’t go I” she cried huskily.
“I can’t go—he has done his best. It
would be wicked when he has worked
so hard—poor Rick.’’ She sat down
and covered her face with her hands.
“All right.,’’George answered, -I
was willing to take you, but if you
think you’d better not, that’s all right.
I don’t want to interfere, as I said be¬
fore. ’’
“I shouldn’t have said what I did,”
she sobbed, “but it seems like the
wind has made me half orazy. I’ll stay
now, though, if it kills me.”
“Well, I guess I’d better be driving
back to town,” her cousin said. If I
could help you any by-” He fum¬
bled in his pooket and she heard the
rattle of loose change.
“No, George. There is only one
thing you can do for me. Promise
that yon will never say a word about
this to any living soul. Tell ma that
you found me well and happy—be sure
you remember—well and happy.’’
“All right; I’ll be mum as an oys¬
ter,” he answered. He was puzzled
but rather relieved to find that she
was not going with him. He bade her
good-by and drove out into the wheel
track.
She watched him out of sight, then
she went into the house and laid her
clothing baok in the trunk. Her
letter lay on the Boot. She picked it
up and threw it into the fire, as if it
had been something unclean, She
watched it blaze and turn to a white
ghost, which she crumbled with the
poker. When the house had taken on
its ordinary look she put the taa kettle
on the stove and set the table for sup¬
per. As she cut one of her pies she
smiled—she was to eat them after alii
The wind had gone with the sun,
and it was dusk when she heard the
sound of wheels. She took the lantern
from the high shelf, lit it and set. out
to the barn. “Is that you, Riok?”
she called.
“Yes—been expecting me long?”
came from the other side of tbo team.
“Cousin George has been hero; he
couldn’t wait for you, but he left his
she said.
“Yes, I met him the other side of
Marker’s. We stopped to talk a little
while; said he didn’t have time to stay
to supper or all night.”
Kate held the lantern while her hus¬
band unhitched and fed his horses,
then they walked together to the
house. Through the open door a
block of light fell on the gronnd and
within the red table cloth and white
dishes shone pleasant and cheerful.
“I’vo got some table, good news, sis,”
Rick said across the as he helped
himself to a third cut of pie. "Old
man Schultz wants to buy this farm;
says he don’t like the way my land
gouges out the corner of his section.
He will take up the mortgage and give
me $600 clear. It ain’t much, but we
can go baok home and begin over
again. Begin over again in a country
where a man gets a decent living f or
his sweat and labor. ”
Kate laid her head on the table and
D6gan to cry.
"Why, sis, ain’t you tickled?” bo
asked. "I did it because I thought
this was no place for you. ”
"I am awful pleased,” she answered,
"but I was so tired and I thought
mebbe you didn’t care.”
In the night the wind came up and
set the corn stalks creaking and rustl¬
ing with a thousand whispers, but they
said to Katie: "Years fly, years fly—
good-by, good-by, ” Now the whisper
of the wind was sweet to her as she
lay listening: “Years fly; years fly
—good-by, good-by.—New York Ad¬
vertiser.
Drove 700 Turkeys Tea Miles.
A drove of 700 turkeys arrived at
Hanover from East Berlin, ten miles
distant, for dressing. The fowls were
more trouble than a flock of sheep,
except when some became stampeded,
which case they all fly after their
The drovers are provided
long poles, to which long pieces
of cloth are attached.—York (Penn.)
Times.
Ruined by Earthquakes.
The Saxon village of Eisleben,
famous as the birthplace of Luther, is
falling into decay ns the result of con¬
tinued earthquake shocks, which be¬
gan in 1892.
POPULAR SCIENCE.
The most recent estimate of geolog¬
ists aB to the age of Niagara Falls is
pine thousand years. It was formerly
calculated at forty thousand.
A new dental obair is so arranged a3
to bring all the working parts of the
chair up to a higher position fox use
when a child is treated, and can bo
again lowered to normal position for
larger persons.
Jupiter, Knowing the average diameter of
as well as that of the earth,
it can bo shown by a little calculation
that so far as bulk is concerned, not
fewer than 1230 globes, each as large
us the earth, should be rolled together
into one to form a single globe as big
as Jupiter.
Not long ago Professor Verrill ex¬
hibited to the members of the National
Academy of Sciences in New York
some beautiful examples of mollusks,
dwelling in the Sargasso Sea, that imi¬
tate not only the seaweed among whioh
they live, but even the parasitic
growths found upon the weeds.
At a meeting of the Royal Society
Professor McKendrick desoribed a
method by whioh it was possible to
stimulate electrically the sensory
nerves of the skin “so that some of
elements of musio—rhythm and in¬
tensity—might enjoyed be perceived and become even
by those who had
deaf.”
Professor Simon Newcomb, in a re¬
cent paper, discussed the question of
stellar distances. He said the start
of small magnitude were evidently not
as remote from the earth as their
faintness would indicate, and this faot
seemed to warrant the inferenoe that
the visible universe ha3 a definite
limit in space.
The red-colored snow frequently
mentioned in scientific reports of
polar deemed expeditions, and formerly
of miraculous origin, is now
known to be colored by a minute vege
table organism, whioh is sometimes
found in enormous quantities, and
which grows to perfection at a tern
perature below freezing.
A . Japanese T man of a science, • Mr.
Muraoka, reports m a German soien
title journal, the curious results ob
tamed by him last summer while ex
perimenting with the light of glow
worms He operated with three huu
dreu glowworms *t Kyoto, and he says
that the b gkt which they emitted,
when fi tered through cardboard or
8 ;
of X rays, „ or Becquoiel s fluorescence
ra J s *
California Woodpiles
Grease wood roots are of all sizes,
and of all shades of rich, deep brown.
More like tubers than roots, they
seom globules of hard, resinous wood.
From each bulb protrudes, as if it
were an afterthought of nature, a
slender stem, the base of the ever¬
green shrub, whioh makes a good
handle for lifting the main bulk.
These grease wood roots are a study.
I remember the first pile of thbrn
whioh l saw in a neighbor’s yard,
writes Elizabeth Grinnell, of Califor¬
nia. They were stacked with great
care in a round, even pyramid. I
thought tho rustic mound a novel at¬
tempt at open-air decoration, and
wondered that it was not in the front
yard instead of at tha back door.
“Why don’t you have it varnished ?”
I said.
"Varnished?” and my neighbor
laughed. "That’s our stove wood.”
We have oak roots, also, dug like
the grease wood, but they are harder
and leas resinous. More costly, too,
by half. Another unique woodpile in
this disiriot is one of grapevines.
Many of the old mission vineyards
have died; the vines, pruned baok
from year to year, are like tree trunks.
It seems a pity to burn them, bat we
lose all sentiment when comes a rain
storm anything in that January, will* and we welcome Perhaps
warm us.
the most peculiar woodpiles which
we see about us are the peach and ap¬
ricot stones of the canneries. Daring
the fruit-preserving season the pits
are heaped together, tons upon tons,
where they dry until needed for win¬
ter fuel. They are as good as coal,
and lie, like corn when the blaze is
ont, glowing, red, perfect shapes.
The peach stones are dimpled, while
the apricot pits are smooth, —Ameri¬
can AgrflSfSltarist.
Animals That Do Not Drink.
How long would you be oontentad
without a drop of water to drink?
There are many different kinds of ani¬
mals in the world that never in all
their lives sip so much ss a drop of
water. Among these are the llamas, of
Patagonia, and the gazelles, of the
far East. A parrot lived for fifty-two
years in the Zoo at London, England,
without drinking a drop of water, and
many naturalists believe that the only
moisture imbibed by wild rabbits is
derived from green herbage laden with
dew. Many reptiles—serpents, lizards
and certain batraebians—live and
thrive in places entirely devoid of
water, and sloths are bIbo said never to
drink. An arid district in France has
produced a race of non-drinking cows
and sheep, and from the milk of the
former Roquefort cheese is made.
There is a species of mouse which has
established itself on the waterless
plains of, western America, and whioh
flourishes,notwithstanding the absence
of moisture.—Chicago Record.
WORDS OP WISDOM.
Faith and hope cure more, diseases
than medicine.
A woman's endurance will outlast a
man's strength.
You should stick to your friends but
don’t stick them.
Women kiss and remember. Men
strike and forget.
Well-meaning people get into a ter¬
rible lot of trouble.
The flower that lacks perfnste can
never entirely please. Njt oiS^in
One symptom of the disease
is hatred of its remedy.
To be agreeable m sooiety it is me
essary not to see and not to remember:
many things.
Nothing from a man’shand, nor law,
nor constitution, can be final. Truth
alone is final.
Poverty is the only burden which
grows heavier by being shared with
those we love.
Lots of people tell you they are
hustlers, when they know very well
they are only bores.
You have a place in society pecu¬
liarly your own; endeavor to find out
where it is and keep it.
A man that Btudieth revengekeepeth
his own wounds green ; which, other¬
wise, would heal and do well.
It is better to be nobody who
amounts to something than to be
a somebody and accomplish nothing.
Skating in Old Days.
While skating is now me of tho
most popular sports of the winter
season, it is only comparatively a few
years since it has beoomo so in this
city. When the Central Park was
being constructed in 1860, and the
8£Da " artificial lake at Fifty-ninth
8treet ntjar! J completed, the Park
Commissioners . announced that it
™> uId be tbrown open for the use of
skaters. A few men took advantage
of the invitation, but women could
n otbe ™ duced to *® ou th ® r ° e
Blsate8 , the “ ln U8e wher ® ° f tho mo8t
antique pattern, some of the runners
extending 8 a long “ way in front of tho
foot end in in ri ng-like curl. In a
orowd tha skates were quite \ dangerous,
ftnd tho firgt year fik ti wa8
thi £ but opular ,
v D ri next winter tho larger $
!ake flt 7 end of the Mall as
. BUch condit on that it epu!d be used
f gkatj Here there was more
the sport, but still the wo
men cou ; d not be induced to venture
on the ice. A number of gentlesneu
determined to overcome this predju
dice and organized the New York
Skating Club, having a regulation
patterned skate, almost even with the
sole of the boot, which was laced up
tight to the ankle, while the objec¬
tionable strap was done away with,
the runner being fixed to the sole
while in use by a ball and socket and
held firmly with a clamp, These be¬
came popular that winter with the
men, and a lighter kind was made for
women. The prejudice, however,
still existed among the latter, until
the club invited a lady, who was a fine
skater, from Portland, Me., to visit
the Central Park and skate with the
club. This lady wore a pretty and
appropriate dress, similar to that
worn in winter by women skaters in
Europe, and she created such a sen¬
sation by her artistic skating as to at¬
tract much notice. The result was
that before the season ended several
young ladies were induced by the
club to venture on the ice, and the
season of 1862-3 found many, with
pretty costumes, enjoying the sport.
A series of carnivals were arranged
by the club during the following sea¬
son, and skating in the evening be¬
came one of the fashionable winter
amusements.—New York Mail and Ex
press.
The Japanese Farmer.
Japan is one vast garden, and as
you look over the fields you can im¬
agine that they are covered with toy
farms where the children are playing
with the laws of nature and raising
samples of different kinds of vegetables
and grains, Everything is on a
diminutive scale, and the work is ns
fine and accurate as that applied to a
Cloisonne vase. What would an Illinois
qr an Iowa farmer think of planting
hii corn, wheat, oats and barley in
bunches, and then, when it is three or
four inches high, transplanting every
spear of it in rows as far apart as you
can stretch your fingers? A Japanese
farmer weeds his wheat fields just as a
Connecticut farmer weeds his oDion
bed, and cultivating his potatoes and
barley with as much care as a Long
Island farmer bestows upon his
asparagus or mushrooms or his flow¬
ers. —Boston Journal.
«It Micht Ila’e Been the Morse.”
An old farmer and his plowman
were carting sand from the seashore at
St. Andrews. They were behind tbe
target on the rifle range, but hidden
by a bank of sand from a party of vol¬
unteers who were then on foot et prac¬
tice. A stray ballet struck the plow¬
man on tho leg, and he immediately
dropped, exclaiming, “I’m shot!”
Without more ado the farmer scram¬
bled up the bank, and, waving hia
hand to the volunteers, shouted,
"Hey, lads, stop that, will ye! You’ve
shot a man, and it micht ha’e been
the horse*”—Osborne Magazine.
NO. 31.
[ opportunity.
Master of human destinies am I;
Fame, love and fortune on my footstep*
wait.
Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate.
Deserts and seas remote, and, passing by
Hovel and mart and palace, soon or late,
I knoek, unbidden, onoe on every gate.
If sleeping, y^ke; if feasting, rise before
I turn away; it is the hour of fate.
And they who follow me reaoh every state
Mortals desire, and conquer every foe,
Save death; but those who doubt or hesi¬
tate,
Condemned to failure, penury and woe,
Seek me in vain, and uselessly implore;
I answer not, and I return no more. i
—John J, Ingalls.
j. PITH AND POINT.
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•“Truth is stranger than fiction;”,
but some of the liars are making a
good uphill fight.”—Pack.
A Gloucester fisherman reports that
lit he dropped his pipe overboard and it
on the water,—Philadelphia Record.
“Have you got any high-grade
wheels?” "Yes, sir.” “Well, I want
one I can use on Pike’s Peak.”—Yonk¬
ers Statesman.
Miss Soragg— “Yes^ once when I was
out and, alone on a dark night I saw a man,
oh, my goodness, how I rah,!’’
“And did you catch him, Miss Soragg?”
“Are you in favor of one-eent post¬
age, Barclay?" “Yes, think except on love
letters; I don’t courting ought
to be made any oheaper.”—Chicago
Record.
“Do you think it would hurt Maud’s
feelings if I should speak about your
breaking off the engagement ?” “Oh,
yes. Wait until she becomes engaged
again. ”—Truth.
Antique?” “Why have you thoughtlessly never married, Miss
he inquired.
“You never asked me before,” she
said coyly as sbe gave him her hand,”
—Detroit Free Press.
“My dear, if you want to seoure a
small waist why do you eat so much?”
“Well, if I didn’t eat I wouldn’t have
the strength to lace myself into shape.”
—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
“Well, you see, old man, I’m afraid
the Governor won’t come down with
the cash. He’s sort of a bombshell.”
“How so?” “He goes off when I touch
him. Washington Capital.
“That is a very handsome binding,”
said Guilfoyle, as he picked up from
the oounter a sumptuous book. “Yes,
err,’’ replied the fc ? kseller; “that was
bound to attract ./ iention.’-Descoit
Free Press.
Mrs. Tenspot (reading) Italy taking - “Is
Premier Crispi of is a
bourse of mud baths near Padna.”
Mr. Tenspot—“Why, I read some¬
where that he was out of politics.”—
Glasgow Times.
"Professor Baton has devised a
scheme to make the people keep their
seats until the end of the concert."
“What is it?” "He is going to mix
the programme so they can’t tell
which number comes last.”—Chicago
Reoord.
A Western farmer wrote to his law¬
yer as follows: "Will you please tell
me where you learned to write? I
have a boy I wish to send to school,
and I am afraid I may hit upon the
same school that you went to.”—Yon¬
kers Statesman.
She—“Major Pommelwell wears
three medals. I wonder why they were
given him.” He —“He got the third
because ho had the other two, the
second because he had the first, and
the first because he had none at all,”—
Washington Times.
He—“Sometimes I wonder if you
really love me.” She—“As if I hadn’t
proved it! Haven’t I colled you
‘Dumpsy darling?’ ” "Well?” “And
that is a name which until I met you I
had held sacred to dear little Fido,”-—
Cincinnati Enquirer.
Maude—“Whioh style do you pre¬
fer in the opera—German, French, Italian, or
French?” Ethel~“Oh, b-r, iai
all means. There was a lovely one
front of me last week—green velvet,
with blaok and white ostrich tip com¬
bined with lace and pink roses,”—
Harper’s Bazar.
Wooiug Sleep Willi Song.
Professor Blackie was onoe staying
at Tynemouth. Before retiring to rest
he informed his host that he had two
requests to make: First, that they
would allow his bedroom door to stand
wide open; and,second, that they were
not to be alarmed should they hear
him singing in the middle of the night,
for when he could not fall asleep he
wooed Somnns with a song. Accord¬
ingly, at 2 o’clock in the morning the
old professor was heard singing ia
strong, chery tones, “Scots Wha Hae
Wi’ Wallace Bled,” like a veritable
Highlander on the warpath. And
again, in the stillness of the night he
sung out, “Green Grow the Rushes,
O. ” The last lines were sung in more
subdued tones, and sleep came to him
ere he finished his song.
Germany’s Merchantmen.
Germany is forging ahead in an
altogether phenomenal manner with
her mercantile marine. In 1871 it
consisted of 147 steamships, with a
total tonnage of 82,000, whereas, last
year the Government returns showed
a total of some 1200 steamers, with a
tonnage of over 1.000,000. _
