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THE WEEKLY.
VOLUME VII.
naming THE BABY.
What shall we name her, little wife?
What shall we call this feather of life?
Little new-comer to Lilhput-land,
Lying as light as a kiss on my hand,
Wile quaint woe face with its rosy skin _
But me asures a finger trom brow to chin,
While span from the point of her button
a
I nose tmy toes.
WiH reach the tip of her
What shall we call her ? She s too small,
I think, to have any name at all.
Could we peer down on the vale of tears,
the curtain that hides the years !
Draw moment see
Could we just for a
What is our darling’s destiny !
Is she heiress to high estate ?
Will she be taking a king for mate ?
King of the people-she their queen?
Koval is the name of Josephine.
Will she, meek, with a sorrowful heart,
I choose, like Mary, the better part ?
Will she be gentle, tender, true—
A copy, dear little wife, of you?
Will she he dauntless, brave and strong ?
Will her spirit escape in song,
Carolling gayly in golden words
All the joy of the sun-loved birds ?
Will her hands give erst unknown
Voice to canvas or life to stone?
Shall we christen her Florence, Fan,
Constance, Dorothy, Margery, Anne?
flickering flame; <
Watch the weirdly
i jjead her fortune, choose her name.
I I What shall be? Ah, p’r’aps ’tis well
None of us can the future telL
I I But there’S pleasure in painting yet
fancy portraits of our pet.
I At two, a tiny queen we see,
I Ruling the world from papa's knee;
I ! Then, when risen to five or six,
Prattling tease with her saucy tricks;
Ten years more, and a full-grown miss,
1 A bit coquettish and coy to kiss;
Then young Love, with his sweet alarms,
Will add a grace to her woman’s charms;
Then a wife, and the by-and-by
P’r’aps may bring us another tie,
And baby’s baby may crow, “Hurrah
For dear old granny and grandpapa !”
Strange by your bedside ’tis to sit,
In this room by the fire-flames lit,
Picturing thus, in colors bold,
Life for our baby three days old. ,
What shall we eali her ? We’ve not yet
Chosen a name for our sleeping pet.
— Harper's Weekly.
! After the Storm.
BY ADELAIDE E. STELLE.
“Hark 1 what is that””
Leyton grasped the arm of his friend
S3 he spoke, ana both paused to listen.
From the low- walled hut before which
they were standing the sound was re¬
peated.
The speaker loosened his grasp with a
sigh of -relief.
"Why, bless you ! it’s Lita,” he said.
What music the little organ is making
to-night.”
"Poor little blind girl! How much
comfort she takes with it,” remarked his
companion.
"Yes. When these miners bought
that little music box they made a good
investment. Listen!”
music had begun again. At first
.
i came stealing out with such a low,
plaintive sound, one might easily have
fancied that it was only the night wind
creeping softly round the walls of the
the cabin; then it swelled into some
*king louder, deeper and more solemn;
tut there was a subtle, yet indefinable
tue something in its nature which caused
listeners to thrill with exultation
and grow cold with dread. It seemed
us though a spirit more than mortal, had
a ’da possession of the little instrument,
and through its deep voice was breathing
on t a prophecy of approaching disaster,
%ton felt a sudden breeze against
bls cheek and noticed, with alarm, that
adarfe storm-cloud had arisen in the
jvest. arriv There aJ from had been one storm since
, the East, and he dreaded
.° see bother. A heavy sigh at his el
0n car ‘Sed both to turn in that di¬
rection. . men
les 1 Lame Joe had come up noise
% behind them and stood leaning
uguinst a rock. He, too, was listening
'' nd vvipi D g an occasional tear from his
1 e for the
_ > music had grown sad and
line 88 a Mineral hymn, with a
souf U a quivering angnish echoing
which betokened that the
tin-"- , tile m siciau speaking
' J was
1 j-Rnl 1 her music
‘
’, eVenas *hey listened, the char
ack X 0t tbe melody
C( traDsf slowly underwent a
depth °rmatio D , and from the
forth 1 in°* ^ 8 ,°? 0W aQ ltant d despair strain—a it burst wild,
free - exu
triurr ° ^ °* Dausac It was like the
-
whir-i Dt scm g of some captive bird
v ff beaten lon its
against- 8 weary wings
' “ Je 11011 bars of a cruel prison-
Independent in All Things.
CONYERS, ROCKDALE CO., GA., APRIL 25, 1884.
house, but, finding itself at liberty again,
breaks forth into song as it wings its
way toward heaven, above the clouds
and storms.
That was the end.
Leyton and Mark Spencer passed on
The little girl’s present mood seemed tc
them too sacred for intrusion; but lame
Joe stopped for the good-night kiss
which the child was accustomed to be¬
stow upon him.
Poor old Joe ! he was very lame. One
leg had been left upon the battlefield of
Fredericksburg, and its substitute was a
rude wooden stump ; but such as it was,
he would gladly have worn it to splinters
it Lita Cohen’s service, had the child
permitted it.
In spite of his affliction Joe Minion
was a genial old man, with a kind word
and helping hand for everybody ; yet
half the miners in that little camp could
have told of a time when there was not
a more intemperate man or harder char¬
acter among them all than he. That was
before the death of his wife, tidings of
which had been a terrible blow. Like a
thunderbolt, it had sundered the barriers
of pride and selfishness and penetrated
his iron heart.
Lita was comforter then. It was she
who took him in hand, and petted and
talked with him until his companions
began to notice with wonder that he was
growing into a very different man ; for
sorrow had made the child sympathetic,
and her strong influence over Joe was in
a great measure due to this fact.
When John Cohen was killed by the
falling of a bowlder, Lita, little more
than a babe then, had become an adopted
child of the camp. Later, when an ac¬
cident shut out forever the light from
her beautiful eyes, she seemed suddenly
to have grown nearer and dearer to each
one and to become the object of especial
care; yet, in spite of their kindness,
there were times when she grew sad and
lonesome. She used then to fly for con¬
solation to her dear friend, tho little
organ, and draw from its bosom a melo¬
dious response to her mood.
In strong contrast with the gray and
faded old woman who was her attendant,
or the bronzed, weather-beaten men
about her, was this child of seven years.
Like a rare, sweet blossom she was
growing up in that wild place with a
halo of beauty and purity about her
young life that commanded almost
adoration from the few rough, yet kind
hearted people. The
Nature was kindly, too. sun
never kissed her soft little cheeks too
roughly, and its most scorching ray only
added a brighter tint to the long, fair
hair which hung in waves below her
waist, the pride and admiration of her
friends.
Yet it was hard, even for a stranger,
to look unmoved upon the great blue
eyes, so pathetic in their blindness, and
know that Lita Cohen could never see
asrain.
I think Lita herself minded it most
after Warren, the poet of the camp, bad
been telling her of the rugged grandeur
of the country about them, and de¬
scribed the singular beauty of the flowers
which he brought her day after day, or
when one of her big, burly friends laid
in her hand the pictures of the children
—the children whom she had learned to
love as brothers and sisters, She had
known about them all a long time, ever
since she could remember, and they
often sent her friendly messages and
little presents which she used to sit
holding in her hands, a strange wistful
ness in the big blue eyes, a great ache
in the little tender heart, at thought that
Bhe must always feel but could never
see. deal about
The little girl eared a great
all her friends; but lame Joe was her
prime favorite, perhaps because he was
lame. He had grown lamer than ever
of late, and was failing very fast, yet
nobody had told Lita of it; nobody
could bear to break the news L o hei.
She used to sit at his side by the bom,
listening to him or repeating the childish
stories which Warren had read to her.
One day while she was sitting thus, pat
ting his wrinkled cheeks with her sod
hands, she stopped suddenly, with a puz
zled look in her face, as though a new
thought had struck her.
“The men say that the mines of this
: and they
district don’t pay well enough,
w iH shortly break up and go into an
other country. What will you and I dc
then, Uncle Joe?”
A tear trickled down the old man’s
wan cheek. He, too, was thinking of a
journey into another country, and it
wrenched his heart-strings to think of
leaving Lita behind, bnt he wiped away
the bright drops with the ragged sleeve
of his coat, and choking down the sob
in his throat made answer :
“You will go with them, Lita, my
child.”
“And you, too, Uncle Joe. What
would you do here without me ?” she
asked, laughingly, as she clung tighter
to his hand.
“Not much, to be sure, little one—
not much.” He stroked her long, silken
hair tenderly, wishing that he might be
able to tell her what no one else wanted
to; but he had not the courage, and
presently the little girl said :
“It is getting chilly, Uncle Joe; let’s
go in.”
But the old man went away and did
not see her again until evening. He
bade her “good night,’’ and slowly fol¬
lowed the retreating forms of the two
gentlemen, Leyton and Spencer, won¬
dering why she looked so pale to-night
and clung so tightly around his neck at
parting. felt strange chill him
He a pass over
whenever he thought of the music, but,
by-and-by, he fell asleep and forgot it
all.
The threatened storm came; such a
tempest as had not swept the valley
since its settlement, five years before.
But the sun shone out brightly the next
morning, and there was one, at least,
who hailed its advent with a sigh of re¬
lief; that one was Joe Minion. Crushed,
bruised and sorely wounded, he dragged
himself from a heap of debris and looked
about him. No one was stirring. Near¬
ly all tho others had chosen safer places
than he and were sleeping soundly, now
that the wild strife which had taken
place so lately between the elements had
censed.
How was it with little Lita ? With an
effort poor Joe sat up and looked.
Where had stood a dwelling-place
last night was only a heap of ruins
now.
“Lita ! Lita 1” called the old man pit¬
eously, but there came no answer.
On his hands, with all his remaining
strength mustered into the effort, he
crept to the spot. No child was there.
Slowly, every breath a pain almost un¬
endurable, he drew himself to the top of
a log to look. He saw her, and was not
long in gaining the spot.
Taking one limp hand in his and clasp¬
ing it tightly, he sank down at her side,
though there was a smile upon his face;
the pain was all over. He had followed
his little friend in her long, long
journey, had gone into that other coun¬
try.
A little later the miners, awakened
6y the faithful Nannon, who had just
recovered sufficiently to crawl from the
ruins, began a search for the missing.
Away beyond the scattered remains of
the cabin they found them—the two so
strangely contrasting; one so old and
gray, the other like a gleam of light as
she lay upon a bed of tangled grass and
shining sand, the pallor of death upon
her fair, young face, and the glory of
the sunshine in her golden hair.
The Iowa Legislature has passed its
noted Prohibitory bill. Its prominent
provision is as follows: Wherever the
words intoxicated liquor occur in this
chapter the same shall be construed to
mean alcohol, ale, wine, beer, spirituous,
vinous, and malt liquors, and all intoxi¬
cating llquprs whatever; and no person
shall manufacture for sale, or sell or
keep for sale as a beverage, any intoxi¬
cating liquors whatever, including ale,
wine and beer; and the same provisions
and penalties in force relating to intoxi¬
cating liquor shall in like manner be held
and construed to apply to violations of
this act; and the manufacture, sale, or
keeping for sale, or keeping with intent to
sell or keeping or establishing a place for
the sale of ale, wine, and beer, and all
other intoxicating liquors whatever.
The Veil. —Two young ladies, well
known in South Boston circles, will
shortly assume the white veil and enter
the novitiate of the Order of Notre
Dame. Both were in love with an
actcr, and both received his attentions.
When they discovered that ho was a
married man they decided to renounce
the world.
NUMBER T.
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