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THE WIVES OF THE DEAD. The voice* of the dead I How Mranjrely they pursue tin, On highways, or in byways, wherever we ar« led; Though in soft and gentle accents They always whisper to us, iet louder than the living are the voices of the dead. The voices of the dead. To our better selves appealing. Admonish us, and urge us to forsake the evil way: Their thought of us and care of us So tenderly revealing. That often for their sakes alone we cease to go astray. Mysteriously they come Our memories to quicken, When the present would b ‘guile us from re membrance of the past. And underneath the smiles The tears begin to thicken. All the bright horizon with a cloud is overcast. Sometimes they come to woo our hearts away from sadness- To speak of brighter promises and 1. '•> oe fulfilled: Anil over us there stea’s A sense of peace me J dm ss. And all the tumult and th" fears tormenting us arc stilled. The voices of the dead Hi proach us, oh, how sadly! For idleness and folly, and too prodigal dis play ; When careless of the en 1 We are rushing onward madly And throwing all our golden opportunities away. We hear them in our dreams; And the hearts that are now wholly In bondage to the world, and all the pleasures earth can give. Feel a celestial thrill. As if angels, tiending lowly. Had stooped to give them comfort and to teach them how to live. But ah! they speak in vain To those who. dull and reckless daring, Would never pause to listen even to what an nngel said. But. satisfied with self. Goon their way, unheeding The voices of the living and the voices of the dead. —JiM'phinr. I'Mird. in N. I’. Ledger. BESSY’S FAIRY (JOBMOTHER. Little Bessie believed in fairies, al though her mother smiled and shook her head when she asked: "Did you ever see a fairy?” At the time my story begins Bessy sat on the window-sill with a great book open on her knee, straining her eyes to catch the last words oi the most de lightful story she had ever read. It was all about fairy go 1 mot hers, shoes tilled with gold, and other wonderful things to be found in such books. As the light died out ot the sky, and a soft purple mist settled down' upon the hill top-, she sighed and closed her book, for the story was done. Bessy’s father and mother were away from home, and she w; s alone that evening. The sound of voices ami the rattling of dishes came from the kitch en. Ihe erickets had begun their evening song; the lanes were glowin'* dark and mysterious. Bessy could inC Hgine a fairy head peeping f’om every tall flower by the garden gate, and the Queen of them all seemed to bow to her from the tn.ll white lily in the pansy bed. Bessy thought if ever fairy appeared to mortal child, it would be' on such a night as this. And now, to crown all, just nt the end of the lane appeared a light, moving backward and forward. First it would bob down, and then up quite high, among Ihe bushes. At last Bessy could b -ar it no longer, and made up her mind to solve the mystery, bo she stepped out of the window on the porch, and then softly over the grass, for she was afraid Ann would hear her and < all her back. She said to herself. •• If it s'mw/d. be a bury g:ow-worm lighting the fairies to their duncmg ground Ann would frighten them awav, she is so big mid heavy.” , So down the pall; she went on tiptoe. Ilardh daring lo breathe, she poshed open the gate, and Io iked down the lane. Bessy thought the light had di ap peared. Bin by-and by it came aga'n, moving in the -ame strange manner. Although she trembled a great deal, she went bravely on. It was only a short lane lead ng to the ma n road, ami out in on one side by a large clump of tree'. It was at the foot of one of these es that the light seemed to be s amlnig now. At first Bessy crept softlv on, keeping it in sight. How dark it* lad grown! The light shone from the budies like a fallen star. When Bessy was within a light, she was aston ished to see a face peering out of the darkness, its eyes fixed on her with anything but a plea'ant expre - n The light went out, and Bessy, wish ing she was safe at. home, turm d t-« scamper back, when a heavs ha I w - laid on her shoulder, and the 1 dit flashed in her face. She now saw it was a lantern car ried by a very small and disagreea ble old woman dressed in black, and her head covered with a red handker chief. In one hand she held the lan tern. and under her arm was a crooked stock. Now. when Bessy saw the stick, she was sure it was a fairy godmother, for the old woman was exactly like the de scription of the fairy iu her new book. The ugly black stick was her wand. So she whispered, timidly: “ Are you a fairy godmother?” “A what?” growled the old woman. ”Afairy godmother,” repeated Bessy. “Oh, yes, yes; to be sure I’m a fairy. If you tell any one vou saw me. I’ll bring bad luck on your bouse.” “Please, please don't,” sobbed Bes sy. “ I’ll never, never tell any one.” “ Well, shut up, then,” said the fairy, “and don’t make such a noise.” Bessy was not frightened now, for she remembered that fairy godmothers were always cross, and said hate ul things just before they granted three wishes. So she said, softly : •‘Will you please give me three wish es, madam?” “I’ll give you t hree slaps if you don't get out right off,” grumble I the old fairy. “ Please, please,” prayed Bessy. ‘ I'll do anything you tell me if you will give me three wishes.” “I don't believe you. You ain’t got spunk enough.” “Oh yes, J have.” said Bessy. “Try me.” ‘•Where do you live? asked the fairy. “Just down the lane, close by.” “You do, do you? I didn’t see no house,” said the fairy, in a startled voice. ‘•That’s because mother and father are out, and there’s no light in the front room,” replied Bessy ••Are you all alone?" asked the fairy. “No,” renlied Bessy; “Ann and Lucy are at home?’ “Who’s them?” “Mamma’s two servants.” “Any men at the house?” “Notnow,” answered Bessy. “Moth er took I’eter to drive. 'I hey 11 be back soon, I think.” I he old fairy turned out the light and <it down on the ground; then she d Bessy down by her, and put her ml on the little girls shoulder. “Now ■ icnibcr,” she began, “you promise never to tell nobody.” “I promise true and sure I never will, if you’ll give me three wishes to night," But Bessy wondered if all fairies smelled so of tobacco. •• Will you do just what I tell you?” asked the fairy. “Yes,” said Bessy, nodding her head very hard. “ I will.” “ Let’s hear your three wishes, then” growled the fairy. “First, I want my shoes and papa's anil mamma’s tilled wth gold. Then I want an invisible cap for myself, and then—” “Now stop,” interrupted the old fairy; “you’ve had tour a’ready.’ “No,” answered Bossy, “that’s only two. Papa’s and mamma's and my shoes tilled with gold is one wish, you know.” “Well, go ♦in," “Let me see,” pondered Bessy. “1 guess you may give me happiness for the rest o' my life, and that’s all." ‘‘All r gbt. ’ itltnrned the fairy god mother, "you’ll find them waiting for you at three in the morning, if you do what 1 tell you to.” ■•l’m ready,” said Bessy. “You just run home, and bring me the big key of the front door.” “But papa said 1 must not touch that. Besides, he would miss it for he always locks the door himself, and hangs the key up by the hat stand.” “I shan’t keep it, ’ said the fairy. “I’ll give it right back. You see, if I didn’t know the size of the key-hole, I mightn’t send a fairy small enough to get through.” “Oh!” said Bessy. "Is the door fastened any other Way?” asked the old fairy. "Yes,” said Bessy; “a big bolt nt the bottom, but it’s broken. Papa said ho must send a man to fix it, but he didn’t.’’. “All right. Yon run as fast as you can, and don’t let any one see you, or the spell will be broken. Remem* bar." “I know,” replied Bessy; and she sprang up and Hew down the lane, through the gate, anti up the steps. She could near Ann and Lucy still talking and laughing in the kitchen, but no one seemed to be thinking of her; so she drew the key out softly, and run back, thinking how delighted her father and mother would be in the morning. Bessy found the old fairy waiting n the same place. She snatched the key. and said: “I’ll be back in a moment ” and vanished into the darkness Bessy wa- almost wild with excitement, but she.kept as quiet as she could, and presently the fairy re appeared. 1 ter first words astonished Bessy: “Have you a dog?” “Yes,” answered Bessy, “but he’s the best dog that ever lived. He never bites any but bad people, and his name is Watch.” “What do you do with him at night? ” “Why, we let him run around the garden to keep away thieves.” “You do, do you? That’s right,” said the old fairy. “You just give him this fairy meat: it will ke6;> h in horn barking nt the fairy 1 send, and >e . ng her away.” • Yes, Madam Fairy,” returned B -,'v; “ I’ll remember, and 1 11 put my .shoes and papa’s and mamma’s all in a row by the door, and please tell voui fairy servant to till them up to the brim with gold. Remember.” “Good-by,” said the old fairy, and when Bessy looked around she was a’one. So she scampered back, and, meeting \\ atch by the gate, whisneied in his ear. “Here is a piece of meat the fairv sent you. Now be a good dog, and don’t, bark when she comes to-night.” Wnt h took the meat. ate. an I growled over it. Bessy put the key back softlv. Then feeling very lonely and excited, she crept softly around to the kitchen door for light and companionship. There stood Lucy kneading bread for break last, while Ann sat by the door knittim* 1 a long, cotton stocking. Bessy came close up to her and stood still, looking into the kitchen. With even thing shining and clean, so cozv and comfortable, it was quite delightful after the mysterious lane, and the old fairy who smelled of tobacco. “Why. you darling,” said Ann, “I was just coming to look for vou. Where have vou been? You look as scared as a cat. and as wild as a witch. W hat s the matter?” “Nothing,” answered Bessy. “I wish mother would come. What time is it?” “ Half-past eight.” said Lucy, look ing at the clock. “She’ll be along soon now. Don't fret, and I'll give you a big piece of < ake.” Bessy was as fond of cake as other little girls; so sh*' sat down on the door step to eat the cake, and listened for th** wheels of the carriage. At last they came, and Bessy flew down to meet her parents with delight, for she felt lonesome and queer. Mamma called Ann to light the big lampon the round table; then she looked at her 1 ttle girl, sat down, and took her on her lap, saving have you been doing, little one? You iook tired and cold. Have you had your tea?” How Bessy longed to tell them of the wonderful good hi k in store for them! But she remembered her promise, and only answered: “ Yes, mamma. lam sleepy.” So mamma took a candle from the mantel-piece, and led Bessy to bed, un dressed her, and listened to her little prayer and tuckod in the quilt; the* she said: 4 ’ "I’ll be back for the light after I have had my supper. Shut your eyes, like a good girl, and go to sleep.” As soonas her mother left the room Bessy slid off of the bed and into the next room, which was her mother s to hunt for two pairs of shoes. After some tumbling, she found a pair of slippersof her mother’s and a large pair of boots of her father’s. She put them in a row by the door, and then jumped into bed again. It was not until after what seemed to Bessy along, long time that she heard her father and mother come out of the dining-room. Then she heard papa say; “Why, what’s the matter «with the key? I can’t turn it." She heard the kov taken out, and papa say again: “What is this in the key? It looks like wax ” After a little, she heard her father turn the key and hang it up on the hook. Pretty soon mamma came into Bessy’s room. Bessy closed her eye and pretended to be asleep. She felt mamma kiss her, and heard her close the door. How long she slept she never kne ■■: but suddenly she started up wide awake, to find the stars shnirig down on her through the window. Ever thing was as still a- it could be. Be ■, wondered if the fairies had come ye‘. She stepped out of bed an I across Ihe room, and put her hand into the big l oots. They were empty; so w ere her own Idtle shoes and mamma’s ’lippers. “Well, they haven’t come jfct,” she whispered. She was about to return whim her at tention was attracted by a flash of light in the hall. Bessy peeped out, think ing it miiht be the fairy; but what was her surprise at see ng two large men, in stocking feet, coming up the lower stairs on tiptoe. The one behind car ried a lantern, and was making it flash backward and forward, up and down, as the o'd fa ry did in the lane. What could they want 9 she won dered. The first man carried a sack over his shoulder, and pointed toward the closet where Bes y I new all the silver-ware was kept. Then the man with the lan tern began ; ashing what looked like an er. irmous nail betw en the lock and the doo ', stopping every now anil then to listen. In a few moments th” <lofr flaw open, and both went in together. Then Bes y saw them take down the beautiful silver pitchers. tea-pots, tr,i;sand forks and Bpoon<, and put them into the bag. They did it so softly that there was not even the least little chink from them. Though Bessy was a very little girl, and believed in fairies, she knew these men had no right io take papa's rilver. So she thought she must t-ll him. She ran to the door between their rooms, and pus cd it open a little wa. . “Papa! papa!” she cried, “two b'g men am in the house. They have taken everything in the silver closet, l ake a stick and drive them aw.tv.” I'p jumped papa, seizing a pair of great pistols, and made a rush for the stairs, With Bessy behind h’m. They had no! reach d the fi st step when the two men darted but of the room a,. io -. I it papa with a pistol in each . 'd the bag and ran tow a. th ", and were oat of sight a Mamma... ■. i.-. noise, camo hurrying out to • what was the mat ter, ana found Bess' rying n tl, ■ cor ner, and papa rushing through the house with a pair of pistols. Be sy’s mo her eiaspcd her very closely in her arms. In a little while papa came back, looking very serious. The nu n had dis appeared, and Watch lay dead on the mat outside of the door. By thel tni they had emptied the bag, and put everything in its place, it w is quite daylight, end Bessy knew the fa rv had’ been frightened awa. . So she climbed up in her mother’s lap a id be gan sobbing softly. Then, when her mother coaxed her to tell what a cd her, she pointed to the shoes, and told her about the old fairy in the lane and the key. Be-sy had to tell that store over so many times that day And for a long time her mamma did not leave her alone in the evenings; so that Bessy never saw the fairy godmother again. Julia K. Hildreth, in Harp<r's Young People, The Irrepressible London Fog. Yesterday London was visited bv the first real tog of the season, and consid er ng that we have not yet reached No vember, it must be admitted that, from •.he fog's point of view, its density was creditable. Nor has the fog lost any of its dirt, apparently; for its old dingy yellow hue is as visible as ever, an 1 tit tle or no change is to be observed in its appearance. This is very disheartening. But a short time ago we were led to be lieve that the fog was about to be. if not abolished altogether, at least thoroughly cleansed and deprived of some of its most obje tionable features, So much, indeed, was said and written respecting intended <>[!•.•rations against the fog by those who had taken it in hand, that it was looked upon bv the public generally as one of those “pre ventable nu sauces” the dais of whose existence are supposed to be numbered, and which are tolerated with patience pending the completion of contemplated arrangements tor their extinction All this tine talk about the London fog has died away. Ihe log, as though it wished to make a displat of its indi er enee to the threats leveled against it, has opened its autumnal session even earlier than usual. -St James' Gage/te. ‘fames Collins, of South Lawrence, I Mass., is in his 110th year. Born in Ire and, he was left an orphan at the age of six months, and buried the last oi his five brothers over sixty years ago. Alter living ninety-five years on a farm in h s native Erin, he concluded to seek h s fortune in the land of the free, making the voyage with little discom fort. He buried his wife forty years a;o. and is eared lor by five of his chil | dren living in Lawrence. He talks, hears and sees well, never took medi cine. ami never was sick, saws wood and walks or exercise, and has still on h head locks of his own hair, of "hi h the genuine Irish auburn has" never been silvered by time. i Pyramid Prophecies. Tradition and history a<rree in assign ing the building of the Great Pyramid (Ike that of the other pyramids of Ghi eh) to a monarch or a dyna-tv, not moved by any specially unselfish pur pose, but, on the contrary, ready rifice large sums of money raised by cruel taxations and the lives of many thousands of laborers cruelly impressed for the work. The memory of the des pots who built the pyramids was held in hate and abho rence by the Egyp tians, for what seemed to later times most adequate and sufficient reasons. Men could not, however, but admire the wonderful masses of masonry thus rased at the border of the Egyptian d sort, so massive as to resemble the works of nature, so stable that they re ma n after thousands of years scarce t. u In d. b neath their surface layers, by the storms of heaven or by the move ments of the earth, or by the destructive work of man. Even now it may be questioned whether any amount of labor which -ail the rulers of our day- could impre s for the work would suffice to detoy these monuments of Egyptian tyranny w.thout the aid of gunpowder, d num te or other methods of sci biitln'.* destruction. It was never held, hoiVfVer, even by the most ignorant Bedou'n, ’bat tae Py ra * mds contained hidden knO w E‘dge of any sort, still less that they conce.l' :d prophetic intimat ons. Yet when Mr. J. Ta. lor, taking the best measures of the ('re at Pyramid known in his time, found, or seeme I to find, in that edifice, the solution of the (to many) mystical i ro’iiem of the s uaring of the circle, biith was given to the doctrine, shortly to develop into marvelous proportions, that the builders of the Great Pyramid concealed within its once goodly casing profound mathematical and astronomi cal knowledge—nay, such knowledge as without Divine aid they could never have acquired. One by one all the triumphs of science since the time of Galileo have been found to be anticipated hnd revealed in the structure of the Great Pyramid. The science of the next century "lies e jually in this mysterious structure, concealed now, but to be re vealed there when—well, when it has been otherwise discovered. I speak with some know 'edge Os the subject, though not acquired precisely as the pyramid alis's acquired theirs, when I say that there is not a discovery enevtt’d dur ng the last thousand years,- or which can by any possibility be effected during the next thousand years, which may not be sldfw'n by their methods to be em bodied in the structure Os the Great Pyramid—or of any other pyramid, or in_St. Peter’s at Rome, or St. Paul's in London. Any number you please may be found with a little patience in any one Os these buildings, and every scien tific relation may be indicated by anuni bi r. Then, among numbers so found, many will be repeated in different ways, and so the apparent evidence from coin cidence will seemingly be strengthened, though in reality weakened, because e ery such double or feeble coincidence shows that pure coincidences can always be recognized among any numbers taken either at random or from any set how ever determined. Thus, among the various distances, dimensions, periods, etc., within the solar System, or rather among the numbers representing these, th -re are multitudes of coincidences purely accidental, though only the as tronomer, perhaps, may be able to dis tinguish those which are accidental from those which are real.-- The Gentleman's Maaazine. Laugh More. ‘•Why don’t you laugh, mother ?”said a little three-year-old daughter, as hei mother, with rather clouded counte nance, was dressing the little ones. The earnest tone of the child provoked the wished-for laugh, and the little heart was happy. And, mothers, I fear we do not laugh enough. The housekeeping is so oner ous, the children so often trying to nerves and temper, the servants most ex asperating, and even John, kind, good husband as he is, cannot understand all our vexations and discouragements, and so wearied and worried, we often feel that it is too much for the household to depend on us, in addition to all our cares, for social sunshine as well. Yet the household does, and it must. Father may be bright and cheery, his laugh ring out, but if mother’s laugh fails, even the father’s cheerfulness seems to lose much of its infection. In the sad but forcible lines of one of Joanna Baillie’s dramas— Her rule child had caught the trick of grief, Ai d sighed amid its playthings— we may catch a glimpse of the stem re pressed life at Bothwell Manse, where “the repression of all emotions, even the gentlest, seems to have been the constant lesson.” I remember well hearing a lady say; “When a child, I used to wish so often that my m«Wier would look cheer ful. ” Then laugh, mother even if you do feel almost too weary to exert the facial muscles, and you have to make a pitiful effort, which comes nigh bringing tears instead of a laugh. You will feel better tor the effort, and so will the children. I’he little ones, unconsciously to you and to themselves, are catching the very phases of countenance which will go far to brighten or cloud some future home. I’hen laugh, mother—parlor, nursery, and kitchen all feel the effect of your smile or frown. The cheery laugh of a mother goes down through generations, as well as her frown. And when the mother eyes are closed, and lips and hands are forever still, there is no sweeter epitaph which children and friends can give than, “ She was always bright and cheerful at home.”— Christian Intelli gencer. —A few days ago two San Francisco boys, less than twelve years of age, pro cured two knives, and ’played “cowboys meeting on the plains for deadly con flict. ” After a few passes, one boy’s knife slipped and penetrated the other's rips, inflicting a fatal wound. He fell to the ground gasping, “Fred, you’ve hurt me.” Two women who had seen the affair from a window rushed out and took the lad into the house, where he died. Both boys were habit ual readers of the dime-novel stories of blood-curdling exploits performed by | border de<perai 1 o<»<C/i icago Tribune. —Hoarseness and tickling in the throat are best relieved by the gargle of the white of an egg beaten to a froth in half a glass of warmed, sweetened water.— The Household. WM. A. MILLER, c . 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Advertisers can find no Better Medium through which to Meet the Farmers, Mechanics, Merchants, Mill Men and People of this section. H. A. WRENCH, Publisher. Trying a Boy. After a bootblack had polished the boots of gentleman who was rambling around the City Hall, it was discovered that the man had nothing less than a dollar bill and the boy no more than fifteen cents. “ I suppose you can get this changed?” suggested the man. “ Oh, yes.” “ And you can find me when you come back?” J “ Yes.” But if I place this dollar in your hands will it not be a temptation to von to cut sticks?” y “ I wouldn’t steal no sich sum as that,” contemptuously replied the boy ‘‘but for fear I might git a telegram and be called out of town in a hurry, I guess you’d better go along. “ My son, I think I can trust you. Go on your way. I was never deceived in a boy yet.” The boy started down Griswold street and did not return. The man did not wait, however. It was a busted Cana dian bank bill.— Detroit Free Press. , hMty “ y 8 the German town Telegraph, given simply because of some personal annoyance, the unjust blame thoughtlessly visited on innocent heads, the unkind sarcasm or taunt, the itter invective, the exaggerated con demnation of small though troublesome onenses, poison happiness and quench affection without adding one iota to the general stock of virtue or good conduct. 1 Two Smiths. During Vanderbilt’s brief stay in De troit there happened to be in the city, and at the same hotel, an Ohio man who so closely resembled him that dozens of f people could hardly tell which from which. This was the case with the at tendants at the cloak-room. Having helped the Buckeye to put on his duster a nd given him half-a-dozen raps with the broom, he stood back and waited. “Well,” queried the guest, “how much is the extortion?” “De las’ time you was heah, sah, you gin—” “Never was here before in my life.” “Hain’t you de Commodore?” “No, I'm the Colo nel. ’ “You hain’t Wanderbilt?” “No, I m Smith.” ‘‘Well, dat circuiscribes de case, an’ proves dat one darky stan's no sort o’ show agin two white men.'' “How?” “Why, de odder gem’lan. who looks moas’ ’zactly like you, said his name was Smith, too, and he got away widout puttin’ his hand in his pocket!” —Wall Street News. Several months ago the ragpickers of st. Louis formed an association for the purpose of mutual aid and protection and to prove to the world that, in their own language, a ragpicker can be a g en " tieman. This union has flourished dur ing the summer, and at a meeting a few days ago they had the satisfaction of hearing what a good record their trade is making. It seems to be the general opinion in St. Ixruis that they are c n dm ting their business in an enterpris ing and upright manner, and winning he respect to which their own self respect entitles them.— Chicago