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Joy and Sorrow.
Somebody’s heart is gay,
And somebody’s heart is sad,
For lights beam bright across the way,
And a door with crape is cladl
Sadness and gladness e’er
Are dwellers side by side.
A dear one on her bier,
And the wreathing of a bride.
Bright eyes are filled with mirth,
Pale faces bend in prayer,
And hearts beside the cheery hearth
Are crushed by stout despair!
Ah, sorrow and joy and hope
Are parted by thinnest wall,
And only on hearts which never ope,
No ghostly shadows fall!
No thoughts of the funeral train
Come to the festive throngs;
No hope that joy will dawn again,
To stricken souls belongs.
The future is e’er a sunny sea
To the children of joy and mirth;
But only the frost and its memory
Comes to stricken ones of earth!
Somebody’s heart is gay,
And somebody's heart is sad,
For light beams bright across the way
And a door with crapo is clad!
Sadness and gladness e’er
Crowd round us side by side;
A sunny smile and a soaldlng tear,
So close they are allied!
—[L, G. Riggs in St. Louis Magazine.
A BUNCH OF BANANAS.
BV WALLACE P. REED.
I.
“She will be a princess, if---”
Juan Valdez leaned forward eagerly
to hear what the wrinkled old. hag had
to say.
The fortune-teller again scrutinized
the innocent baby face before her, and
looked at the pink little palm extended
in her brown, leathery hand.
“She will be a princess, if---■”
Again she paused with evident re¬
luctance,
“Speak 1” commanded Senor Valdez.
“Surely the power of your evil art has
not deserted you. If you can look into
the future, tell me what is to befall my
daughter, the last of her line.”
The fortune-teller threw her head
back with a proud air. She was a very
Old woman. There were people in San
Bias who remembered her when she
came to the village three score and ten
years before, and even then her hair
Was gray and her face wa3 wrinkled.
She claimed to bo considerably over a
century old, and no one disputed her
ward.
“Senor, Valdez,” said the brown¬
faced sibyl, turning her fierce black
eyes full upon him. “I knew your
father, and his father before liim. For
three generations I have been at the
cradle of every new-born babe in tho
village. I have foretold whatsoever
there was of good or evil in their lives.
Has any one ever said that Perdita made
a mistake or made false predictions?"
“You misunderstand me, Perdita,”
was the humble reply. “It has unnerved
me to gain a daughter and lose a wife,
all in one bitter-sweet hour. My heart
is filled with mingled grief and joy, and
I am impatient to know the future of my
last hope, the heiress of the most mag¬
nificent estate in Mexico. Will she live
or die? Will she bring joy or sorrow to
my house?’’
Perdita dropped the tiny hand of the
pretty child, and shaded her eyes with
her hand.
“I see,” she murmured, “the proudest
beauty that ever brought our gallant
cavaliers to her feet. Her gifts of mind
and person are the wonder and delight
of her father and all who behold her.
Something tells me that she will be a
princess if sbe lives to see her 18th birth¬
day. My eyes have followed her through
her infancy and childhood, and down to
the night before her fateful day. Be¬
yond that I cannot see. I know that
she will be a princess, if she is alive on
her 18th birthday. But I know nothing
more.’’
Sorely puzzled, and uncertain whether
to be hopeful or despondent, Senor
Valde z gave Perdita a purse of gold and
dismi sed her.
II.
Seventeen years had rolled away.
A republic had gone down in a sea of
blood and an empire had risen. .Maxi
miliaa was on the throne; the bcau'iful
Carlotta had surrounded herself with an
imperial court, rivalling the brilliancy
of the one at the Tuilleries; Bazine’s
legio s covered the land, and it seemed
t jie „ uppers 1 had come to stav.
-
Among the Mexican hidalgocs who
rallied mound the imperial standard, the
wealthiest and most influential, was un
doubt edy Senor Valdez.
‘•The prediction is coming to pass/’
the senor would frequently say to him
self. “The republic is dead, and we
have ;> court warming with princes,
Rita is the most beautiful woman and
the richest heiress in Mexico, Why
should she not be a princess? Old Per
dita told the truth.”
Rita was presented at court, and even
the empress looked at her in delighted
admiration.
“Your daughter will be a princess 1”
she whispered to Senor Valdez, who at
that moment was looking at his gold
laced coat tails in a mirror.
“She has the noblest blood of old
Spain in her veins,” replied Valdez
proudly.
“That does not need to be said,” an¬
swered the empress, taking the girl by
the hand and leading her to a quiet cor¬
ner of the salon.
The Senorita Valdez had been educat
ed by the best European tutors that her
father’s liberal offers could secure, She
was mistress of every accomplishmentt
Carlotta made no secret of the fact tha
she liked her better than any of the
ladies around her.
“She will be a princess!” old Valdez
would repeat a hundred times a day.
The senor moved to the capital, and
established himself in a palace. He
raised regiments for Maximilian, loaned
the government money, and lived on a
lavish and extravagant scale.
In his round of pleasure and excite¬
ment Valdez came near forgetting a very
important matter. One night it came
upon him with a shock.
“By all the saints!” he exclaimed,
leaping from his bed. “In one week
from to-day Rita will be eighteen I What
did the old witch say? Her words all
depended upon an if. My daughter
will be a princess, if. Ah, that if! I
must see to it at once. If any danger
threatens Rita it is during tho present
week.”
The senor hastily dressed himself and
ran into his daughter’s room.
Rita was sleeping quietly, and her
face wore the glow of health.
Valdez examined the fastenings of the
windows, and then retired locking the
door and taking the key with him.
The next morning he told Rita of his
fears, and secured her consent to remain
indoors for several days.
“We must run no risk,” the old man
said, as he stroked her head affection¬
ately.
in.
On the morrow Rita would bo eighteen.
Valdez passed the day in a state of
dazed illumination.
He refused to let his daughter come
down stairs to breakfast, for fear that
she would trip.
“No coffee, my dear,” he said, “A
glass of lemonade is more wholesome.
Heavens 1” he shrieked.
“What is it?” asked the astonished
girl.
“There is a lemon seed in the glass,”
said her father. “You might have swal¬
lowed it.”
Rita laughed. It was such a trifle,
she told her father.
But Valdez would have his way. He
poured out another glass, and examined
every particle of food that came into the
room. He prohibited meat, because it
might produce fever.
He was just as particular about every¬
thing, and before the day was over Rita
grew so nervous that she did not much
care whether she lived or died.
Before night the windows were se¬
curely barred, the room was searched to
see that no assassin had concealed him¬
self, and finally at a late hour Valdez
told his daughter that he was afraid to
give her any supper.
“The truth is,” he said, “I am afraid
of poison.”
“May I have a few bananas?” pleaded
the senorita.
“Bananas,” shouted her father. “Why
of course. They cannot hurt you. Yes,
you shall have a whole bunch."
He gave his orders, and in a few
minutes the tempting looking fruit was
brought into the room.
Valdez kissed his daughter, and
locked her in. He did not tell her of
his purpose but all night long he paced
the hall in his stocking feet with a pis¬
tol in his hand.
The first glimmer of dawn came
through the windows of the palace.
“Rita’s eighteenth birthday!” said the
happy lather with a smiling face, “She
is safe, and what is more, she will be a
princess!”
Gradually the servants began to stir,
and the bright sunshine bathed the walls
in a flood of glory.
Senor Valdez quietly ’ unlocked the
door to the well-guarded , chamber, ana ,
t°l , tip-toe. . • ,
s e 111 on
In a moment the wildest shrieks and
cries rang through the palace.
The servants rushed to Rita’s room,
and the unutterable horror ol the sight
before them struck even the boldest
dumb.
Senor "Valdez lay stretched on the
floor in a death-like swoon.
NO. 40.
On the bed lay Rita, her face whiter
than tho snowy pillow. There was a
horrible, brown, hairy something on her
throat!
One of the women approached gently,
and tore the ugly thing away, and killed
it with her slipper.
It was a tarantula, and it had done its
deadly work only too well, Ritti’g throat
bore the mark of its poisonous sting.
The servants understood it all when
they saw the bunch of bauanas in a chair
by the bed. Tho tarantula had crawled
out during the night, and had stung the
lovely victim to death while she slept!
Valdez recovered consciousness, but it
was only to be driven from the palace
to the asylum. To the day of his death
he remained a gibbering maniac, without
the faintesi gleam of sanity. Perhaps it
was a blessing to have his mind so com¬
out.
When the Empress Carlotta heard of
the death of her favorite she at once dis¬
continued her court entertainments for
the season. The empress felt the shock
so severely that it is believed by many
in Mexico that her subsequent mental
troubles really dated from the death of
the unfortunate Rita__[Atlanta Consti¬
tution.
I
Smoking Under Water.
“Do you know how that trick of
smoking under water is done?” asked ft
showman the other day. “You’ll see it
tried in the swimming tanks. It looks
strange, I admit, to see a man go under
water with a lighted cigar in his mouth,
smoke calmly at the bottom, and come
to the surface with the cigar burning as
nicely as if he were smoking in his easy
chair. It is a trick, but it requires
practice. I used to be quito proficient
at it. Just as I threw myself backward
to go down, I would flip the cigar end
for end with my tongue and upper lip
and get the lighted end in my mouth,
closing my lips water tight around it.
A little slippery elm juice gargled before
going in prevents any accidental burning
of the mouth. Going slowly down back¬
ward, I would lie at full length on the
bottom of the tank and blow smoko
through the cut end of the cigar. Just
as I reached the surface again another
flip reversed tho cigar, and there I was
smoking calmly. The reversing is done
so quickly that nobody notices it.”—
[Philadelphia Call.
Stick to the Text.
The difficulty with many actors i3 that
they think they know better than the
writer of the piece, or even the audience,
what will please, and so take liberties
with the text. This is sheer ignorance.
To such an actor W. S. Gilbert once said,
while rehearsing “The Mikado:” “You
must read the lines as I have written
them, and make no changes.”
“I think I am old onou^h to under¬
stand without telling me,” was tho
resentful reply.
•‘You certainly are,” returned tho
author.
“And I ought to know,” said the ac¬
tor.
“You certainly ought,” was the dry
response; but as Mr. Gilbert said noth¬
ing further, the actor became even more
resentful, though obedient. He found
afterward that he got more applause
from cultivated people when sticking to
the text than when attempting to “gag”
it.
Ballets Without Bi .lets.
The question has often been ratied,
what proportion of balls, exchanged by
hostile armies, will hit their mark and
kill. Difficult as it is to solve it exactly,
some approximation may be arrived at
from the number of balls—estimated at
20,000,000—which were fired by the
Germans in the war of 1870-71. The
French army lost, in dead and wounded
about 140,000 men. According to this,
only one ball out of 143 fired hit its
maD, and assuming that on an average
only one man out of seven hit was actu¬
ally killed, it would seem that only one
rifle-ball in 858 proved fatal. If it is fur¬
ther considered that the number of men
wounded and killed by the guns of the
artillery are included in the above esti¬
mate, it may safely be said that not over
one rifle-ball in 1000 fired proved to b;
f atal.—[Boston Beacon.
Care of Canary Birds.
A writer on the care of canary birds
says that a raw apple, cabbage leaf and
plantain should be provided. Aim to
give, one or the other of these things
every day the year round. Occasionally
give a piece of bread soaked in milk,
but never cake or candy. Once a week
give boiled egg mixed wifti cracker.
Never hang any birds in a draft or the
wind, and never set them out of their
cages. In moulting time give a dusting
of cayenne pepper to their egg and
cracker, or bread and milk.
