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TRENTON. GEORGIA.
A Mississippi paper says the South’s
greatest songsters, the mocking birds,
are becoming fewer, and the change
is attributed to the advent of the Eng
lish sparrows.
The question of woman suffrage in
Washington Territory came up before
Judge Nash at Spokane Falls, and the
Judge decided the act of the Legislature
extending the franchise to women un
constitutional.
European nations have already appro
printed about (3,500,000 of the 11,000.000
square miles of Africa, and as the Great
Desert occupies 2,300,000 square miles,
only about 2,500,000 square miles remain
to be scrambled for.
A new forage plant, called the aspei
set, from Germany, which is said to
thrive on the dry, sandy locations, where
but little rain falls, and which is highly
relished by all classes of stock, is ex
pected to be introduced into this coun
try.
What a breaking of shackles from
human limbs has taken place in the last
twenty-seven years, exclaims the Detroit
Free Press. In that time Russia has
freed 23,000,000; ,Poland, 5,000,000,
United States, 4,000,000, and Brazil,
2,000,000.
It seems almost incredible, but Ivlr.
George Kennon, the Russian traveler,
states in one of h : s articles in the Venturi,
that the territory of Siberia would in
clude the United States, Alaska, with al'
of the States of Europe except Russia,
and there would still be 300,000 square
miles to spare. ' ......
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A railwav syndicate has been formed
for the purpose of constructing railways
and encouraging colonization in Brazil
It has a capital of $100,000,000, and
proposes to build lines of railroad pene
trating to regions s hitherto inaccessible
to commerce, but rich in diamonds,
precious metals and agricultural re
sources.
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General Boulanger, the French mili
tary idol, recently declared at a dinner,
ssys the New York Graphic, that in case
of war he should conquer the Germans
“with ease,” and that he had been indi
cated for the work by the finger of God.
“In that case,” said one of the clerical
guests, “you must be a masculine Jeanne
d’Arc.” “Exactly,” replied Boulanger,
with great solemnity, “that is just what
I am.”
In referring to an invitation for Chi
cago to take part in an Exposition at
Bologna, Italy, the Tribune of that city
thinks it significant that the acknowl
edged ham and pure-lard emporium of
the world should have this evidence of
good feeling shown to it by the people
of a city whose far-famed sausages en
circle the world with a chain of pungent,
nutritious yet mysterious and unfathom
able links.
The five stones erected to mark
“Mason and Dixon’s line” between
Maryland and Pennsylvania, have had
their annual visitation by commissioners,
who report one in good condition, one
lost, one broken, one dislodged by
mining operations, and the fifth, which
bears on one side the arms of Penn
sylvania, on the other those of Lord
Baltimore, badly damaged by vandal
relic-hunters.
Prince Alexander,so it is stated by the
Chicago Iltrald, has been informed semi
officially that he can resume his courtship
officially with the Princess Yictoria, with
the approval of the German Court, just
as soon as he furnishes the latter with
satisfactory proofs that he renounces the
Bulgarian throne forever. Otherwise
Bismarck will continue to regret
Yictoria can never be anything more
than a sister to him.
The proposed bridge across Ihe channe 1
between England and France is the big
gest engineering scheme of the age, says
the Atlanta Cons'itution. It is a little
singular that the idea of a bridge should
be received with favor in England when
the tunnel was so bitterly opposed. The
plan contemplates an iron bridge twentv
miles long and 160 feet above the levef
of the sea, The whole cost will not be
more than $100,000,000.
A. G. Armstrong, a merchant of Mex
ico, Mo., has just had to pay sooo for
attempting to collect an alleged debt ol
i'i fi )m a poor widow, who holds a
oosition in a dry goods store in St.
Louis. Armstrong was charged with
tiaving employed a collecting agency of
Chicago, which, in order to gain their
ends, resorted to the practice of sending
an envelope to the widow bearing the
inscription in large black letters, “Bae
Debt.” The jury which tried the case,
-ays the St. Louis papers, was a very in
telligent one.
According to the report of the Labor _
Commissioner of New York, recently issued,
50,000 workmen engaged in strikes during
1837, in that State. They gained $944,000 in
advance <fages. but lost over $2, iOO,OOU while
«' . of employment.
Public parks are recommended as a
preventive of anarchy. A speaker in
Philadelphia traced tke connection be
tween a certain class of virtues and open
spaces. “Riotous uprisings,” he said,
“never fiud their source in that part ol
the population dwelling in the vicinity
of parks, since anarchists frequent thickly
crowded quarters, the alleys and densely
populated courts.”
Many of the towns of California whiel
went out of existence coincident with
the decline of gold mining have been
revived, and are now luxuriating in t
new and prosperous career through the
development of the agricultural re
sources of the country. Marysville,
Auburn, Oroville and Placerville are
illustrations. Orchards and vineyards
have sprung up in their localities, fend
enduring prosperity is apparently in
store for them.
The Atlanta Constitution nys that
“the center of population has steadily
moved southward, except during the
war and between 1830 and 1840. In
point of fact the South is increasing
mine rapidly in population than the
North, when foreign immigrants are left
outef the calculation. The last census
shows that the Southern States are add
-650, 0(30 children to their population
each year against only 798,000 in the
North, with nearly twice the population.
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The journal Forest and Garden gives
a paper from Peter Henderson, in which
he states that early in the present cen
tury there were about 100 professed
florists in the United States, and their
combined greenhouses covered 50,000
square feet of glass. There are now ovei
10,000 florists, occupying 50,000,000
feet of glass, or about 1000 acres of
greenhouses. These structures cost
about thirty millipn dol'ars, and fehe
plants in them are valued at twice thaf
6um. J
Frank G. Carpenter says in the New
York 1 Far'd that the Treasury is the
largest department at Washington. It
contains between 3000 and 4000 em
ployes, and it looks like a tomb. Sombrt
and massive, with many columns of dirty
white stone, the doors which enter its
basement look like the holes of a cave,
and one almost looks for the letters over
Dante Inferno:
All hope aban on ye who enter here.
These words, sfeys Mr. Carpenter, ought
to be written over the doors of every
Government department.
The old idea that the Jews will finally
reinhabit Palestine is again before the
public in a new shape. A Jerusalem
correspondent writes that the Holy City
is fast becoming again the city of the
Jews. In 1880 there were not more than
5,000 Jews there; now there
than 30,000. Recent Russian persecutions
have led thousands to make their homes
there, and although the Turkish govern
ment forbids all jews who are not, resi
dents of Jerusalem to remain vbnger
than thirty days, vet a judicious applica
tion of bribes enables them to stay there
as long as they please without molesta
tion. Wealthy Jews have built hospitals
and founded homes, and many of the
refugees who are poor live from tho
charity of their brethren.
Cornell University is to have a depart
ment of journalism. Professor Brainard
bmith, who is an old newspaper man, re
cently visited New York and consulted
with a number of working newspaper
men there, who agreed with him that
the plan was most feasible. The college
authorities promptly adopted his report.
At the opening of the fall term, classes
will be formed from the seniors, juniors,
and post-graduates. Prof. Smith will
give a series of lectures on the condition
of newspaper work to day in the great
cities. The classes will be organized
very much like the city staff of a large
newspaper. Prof. Smith will act as
managing editor, and instruction wR]
be given in the editing of copy, in con
densing it, preparing it for the printer,
and in writing head-lines.
It has been legally settled in Texas
that the moon has an immense influence
in enlarging the brand on cattle. A law
suit was pending relative to the owner*
ship of a herd of cattle, and the solution
depended upon the proof of the brand,
which was found upon comparison to be
three times as large as the branding iron
which the claimant used. Thirteen wit
nesses were introduced, all of them ex
perts in branding and cattle breeding.
They all swore that when cattle weri
branded in the dark of the moon the
brand will never, no matter how larg*
the animal may grow, get larger than
the dimensions of the iron used. Onth#
other hand, when either grown cattle oi
calves are branded in the light of tin
moon the scar will spread, and tha
lighter the moon the larger will be th«
spread. And the suit, involving several
thousand dollars worth of cattle, wai
settled on this testimony. So the ques
tion is legally settled that it is the moon
that does it.
A new table ornamentation is jelly
illuminated by electric light. The dish,
hidden from observation at first by a
bilver cover and a mass of flowers, ia
suddenly revealed with the light shin
ing through the center, the effect is
electrifying.
NIGHT COMETH.
11 For the night cometh when no man can
work."
Night cometh, from over the mountains
It’s shadowy feet
To the forests, the fields and the fountains
Come faintly, but fleet,
Night cometh, and one hath his labor half
done,
As he waits by the roadside at setting of
sun.
Night cometh, and on over the mead
It quietly flows
j And hides in-the wave of its shadow
The clover—the rose.
Night cometh, and one with his spade in his
hand
Sits weeping in darkness he can't under
stand.
Night cometh; the waves of the ocean
1 hat shine in the sun
Are heavy and sombre in motion-
Their glory is gone.
Night cometh, and one there is wr nging his
hands,
And sighing “Too late!” as ho sits on the
sands.
Night cometh, and with it the riot
Of daylight goes down;
The Btars in their shining bring quiet
To village and town.
Night cometh! how many in field an 1 in
street
Lie down with the work of their life com
plete?
—Gwendoline, in Chicago Current.
MY FRIEND THE VISCOUNT.
V by LUCY H. COOPER. ,
James S. Gray? Yes, that’s my name.
Perhaps you may have heard it cited as be
ing that of one of the best-known collect
ors of bric-a-brac in the United States.
Toil cee when a man has money and no
children he must turn his attention to
something, and antique snuff-boxes .and
old Sevres cost less, in the lotm- run
than stocks, and tke Hotel Hrouot is a
far less ruinous place to frequent than
Wall street. I always pay a long visit
to Pans every year, and I think that is
■v\hat keeps Mrs. Gray contented, and
reconciles her to my taste as a collector
oiir§|lves ; I do not think
that she appreciates a Louis JYyj. fan as
highly as one in ostrich feathers and
tortoise shell, and as to old Rouen ware
she has more than once declared that she
would bake pies in the plates if she had
her own way. However, she likes some
of my acquisitions very much, especially
when they take the form of old \ enetian
lace or antique jewelry.
R was m y fondness for bric-a-brac that
hist led to my making the acquaintance
of my friend the viscount. I had news
of a second-hand shop at Compiegne
where there were some real treasures, iu
the way of old weapons and ecclesiasti
cal embroideries, to be had at a bargain,
bo, one day I set off by the midday train
for that town. It was a pleasant day in
early winter, and the cars were fairlv
well-filled, but in the first-class compart
ment in which I was installed there was
but one-other traveler, lie was quite a
young man, not more than twenty-three
or four, 1 should think, well-dressed and
well-mannered, and decidedly good
looking. \Ve struck up an ac
quaintance before we had gone
maDy miles through the medium of an
exchange of newspapers, he very kindly
offering to let me have his copy of L'll
lustration for the Figaro , that I had read
through from the first line to the last.
Then I asked him some questions relative
to a fine old surrounded with
woods that the trmi was passing, and so
we soon fell into quite an animated con
versation. I found out that he lived at
Compiegne, and some questions respect
ing the bric-a-brac dealer to whose shop
I was bound elicited from him the infor
mation that he, too, wa? something of a
collector. He had a number of anecdotes
to tell me about the noted private collec
tions of Paris, concerning which he
seemed to be uncommonly well informed,
and so the time passed very agreeably
and rapidly till we reached our 'destina
tion.
We had left Paris under the pale sun
shine of a pleasant Winter day, but on
issuing from the station at Compiegne
we found the rain falling in torrents.
Now, if there is one thing that I dislike
above another it is to carry au umbrella,
a most unfortunate peculiarity for anv
person who comes often to stay in Paris,
where it usually rains some time in every
day from October to May. Still, that is
one of my peculiarities, and though Mrs.
Gray has oft -n lectured me concerning
it, saying that it is better to carry an
umbrella for a week when it does not rain
than to be without it one day that it
does, I always slip out with my cane
wheneverji can contrive to do so in tolera
bly pleasant weather. I had got away
cleverly, cane in hand, on that especial
day, and of course it poured just to spite
me. My new acquaintance instantly un
furled his umbrella and offered to walk
with me to the shop which formed my
destination.
“But perhaps,” he remarked, “you
had better come home with me and wait
till the rain has somewhat subsided, it
cannot continue to pour after this fash
ion very long.”
Then, seeing that I hesitated a little,
he continued:
“After.all. you do not know my name.
I ought to have introduced myself to
you before asking you to become mv
guest.”
And he extracted from a neat little
portfolio in Russian leather, stamped
with a monogram and a coronet, which
he took from a side-pocket, a card which
he presented to me, and on which was
engraved the Dame: “Viscount Koger de
Chantauzy.”
I gave him my card in exchange, and
willingly accepted his kind imitation,
and being not altogether free from a
tendency to rheumatism, I was glad to
get under shelter for a while.
The house to which the Viscount con
ducted me was situated on one of the
side streets not far from the station. Its
aspect rather disappointed me. I had
pictured to myself an antique chateau
with spacious grounds and a venerable
aspect. But the home of my new friend
was evidently not the ancestral hall of
his race. It was a small house—one of
the little modern villas wherewith the
suburban towns of Paris abound—fin
ished on the exterior with brick and
white stone, and redolent of newness.
The garden was small likewise, and
boasted at that season of the year
some three or four leafless saplings
for sole garniture. A number sf
fowls were running about, pecking and
scratching at the bare grassplat, unheed
ing the rain. The viscount opened the
front door with his latchkey, and after
installing me in the drawing-room he
Excused himself and went in search of
his wife.
Left alone, I naturally proceeded to
investigate the apartment. I never saw
so oddly furnished a room in my life.
The carpet was a showy, light-colored
moquette, of the very cheapest character,
and though it had not been long in use,
it already bore signs of wear. The win
dow-curtains were in raw silk, worth, as
I knew by frequent visits with my wife
to the Bon Marche and the Magasin du
Louvre, just eight dollars the set. The
chairs and sofa were in stained black
wood, and were covered with common
red Utrecht velvet. But on the mantel
piece stood a small clock and a pair of
candelabra in antique and artistic enamel,
which would have brought, not hun
dreds, but some thousands of dollars at
any of the great auction sales of the
Hotel Drouot. A small cabinet, placed
beside the fireplace, held a heterogeneous
collection of toys and knieknacks in
carved ivory, gilt bronze, enameis, etc.,
and also a number of old miniatures and
snuff-boxes. Some of these ob jects were
the veriest trash, whilst others were
'choice and costly rarities. And over the
arm of the sofa was spread a square of
lace, which any connoisseur could recog
nize as being antique Bruges point,
worth., in that quality, some hundreds
of francs the square inch.
I had not much time to look about me,
for in a few minutes the viscount re
turned, bringing with him his wife. I
cannot say that I was much prepossessed
by the appearance of the viscountess.
She was undeniably pretty, and wel
comed me with infinite courtesy and cor
diality. But, early in the day though it
was, her cheeks were rouged and her
eyes artistically shaded with black. Her
yellow head, too, never owed its peculiar
canary-plumage tint to the hand of Na
ture. She had fine dark eyes, however,
and a very small waist, though she was
inclined otherwise to embonpoint. Her
hands were large, and the nails irregular
and ill-shapen? J made up my mind as
I looked at her that my friend the vis
count had probably contracted a mes
alliance, a fact that would account for
the peculiarities of his abode. I noticed,
too, the same incongruity about the
lady’s dress that I had observed in the
furniture of the drawing room. Her
costume was composed of cheap and !
showy materials, such an affair as can be
purchased for fifteen or twenty dollars in I
one of the great drygoods shops of Paris |
at the close of the season. But at her
throat she wore, in the guise of a brooch,
an exceedingly beautiful antique minia
ture set in pearls, and at one side of her
waist hung suspended a chatelaine and
watch, enameled with a design of roses
and cupids in the best style of the reign
of Louis XV.; and on the not very
shapely hand that she extended to me in
greeting sparkled a curious and valuable
ring, an engraved emerald in a setting of :
gold leaves and pearls, that was alto- <
gether unique and admirable.
/ She was very cordial and gracious in 1
her manner to me, insisting upon my
staying to lunch with her and the vis
count. This invitation, however, I
declined, limiting my claims on the
hospitality of my new friend by request
ing him to lend me an umbrella, which,
by-the-way, I sent back to him by the
parcels-post the very next day. The I
viscount insisted on my coming into the
dining-room to look at soma rare old
china that had, he said, belonged to his
great-grandfather, and whilst in that
apartment I was once more struck with
the singular incongruity that reigned
amongst his household possessions. The
table was laid for lunch, and I could not
refrain from noticing that while the
glass was of the commonest and the
table linen of the coarsest description,
the silverware—that is to say, the salt
cellars and the forks—was of antique
and artistic make,.and extremely beauti
ful.
After I had admired my host’s ceramic
treasures to the full I took my departure.
The rain had ceased, and when the front
door was opened a noisy group of
chickens came hastening up the steps .
expecting to be fed.
“Ah, the troublesome creatures!” cried
the viscountess. “.My husband pets
them so much that they are utterly
spoiled; and he is so tenderhearted that
he cannot bear to give me permission to
have one of them killed.”
“You must come back to see us in the
spring,” chimed in her husband. “I
! am in treaty for a quantity of Eastern
I curios that I expect to secure by that
time, and I shall be pleased to show them
to you. “
!So off I went in search of the bric-a
--; brae shop that had been the original
cause of my visit to Compiegne. I found
! it without difficulty, made some pur
chases and retired to Paris. A few days
' later Mrs. Gray and I left for an ex
j tended tour through Italy, which lasted
■ till late in the spring.
I am never a great hand at reading
foreign papers, contenting myself usu
j*lly with those that are forwarded from
j America, with a glance at Galign-mi's
\ Messsengr from time to time, so I was
i quite behind hand with French hews
i when we got back to Paris. I bad
j picked up some curious things and some
j genuine antiquities to add to my col
| lection, in Venice, Home and Naples,
and after I had made the tour of the
I second-hand shops on the Rue de Prov
ence, it occurred to me that I might as
j well go down to Compiegne to see if the
j old dealer whose acquaintance I had
made in the autumn had anything new. I
carried out my project, and after I had
| concluded my inspection and my pur
chases, I found that there was still an
hour to elapse before the departure of
the express train for Paris. How 1 should
I kill time in the meanwhile? I am
j of a rather impatient disposition, and
cannot endure to lounge idly about a
railway station waiting for the arrival or
departure of the errs. Suddenly a
bright thought struck me. I would go
to see my friend the viscount, and so
dispose pleasantly of the superfluous
time.
I reached the house very speedily as it
was not far away, but it was shut up and
seemed totally deserted. Even the fowls
that the viscount could not bear to have
killed had disappeared from the garden.
But what struck me as very curious was,
that groups f gazers came and went
continually, to stare at the outside of
that very commonplace abode, murmur
ing and whispering among themselves
as they looked at it. I was just about
to take my departure, when I was joined
by an alert-looking young man, notebook
and pencil in hand, who introduced him
self to me as an American, and the Pari*
correspondent of the Western World of
Chicago.
“An American like myself, sir, I see,”
quoth my young fellow-countrymen. “I
have come down to take a look at the
house. Curious looking place—very
homely and quiet to have been the scene
of such murderous plots and machina
tions—don’t you think so?”
“What plots and what murders?” 1
asked in surprise.
“Is it possible that you do not know
that this is the house where Marchaudon
lived?”
“And who was Marchandon?”
“He murdered madarne Cornet, the
wife of the wealthy old East Indian
trader that lived on the Rue de Seze.
He was the good- looking young thief and
assassin who used to hire himself out a;
a valet to wealthy old gentlemen oi
ladies in Paris, and then plunder thi
house at the first opportunity. He al
ways managed to get off without detec
tion, as he lived down here and passed
himself off as a viscount. Stay! I think
I have the name here that he used to go
by;” and he consulted his notebook.
“Yes—here it is—the Viscount de Chan
tauzy.”
“1 have never even heard of Marchan
don,” I answered, feeling very ill, in
deed.
“That is strange. You cannot have
read the papers very carefully of late.
It is the most romantic murder case on
record—the double life of this young,
handsome man, who was a servant in
Paris and a nobleman at Compiegne—
who gained funds for the latter phase of
his career by robbing bis employers in
the former, and who chose in preference
as his victims those persons who were
collectors of antique knieknacks, having
himself a taste for such things. lam
told that this house was a perfect museum
of all sorts of curious and beautiful and
artistic rarities when he inhabited it.
This queer dual existence had gone on
for some years, and might hqve lasted
still longer had not poor Madame Cornet
chanced to wake up in the middle of the
night, to see her trusted, elegant valet
in the act of searching in her wardrobe
for her jewels. She screamed for help,
and Marchaudon, to silence her, killed
her—the wretch!”
“And when did all this take place?’*
“Some weeks ago. He was tried al
most immediately and was found guilty.
He was guillotined yesterday.”
And that was the last of my friend ths
viscount. —Frank Leslie's.
A Primitive Resort.
In Second avenue, pretty well down
town, is a lager beer saloon conducted
on principles unique and original. It is
patronized largely by Germans who love
to sit and gossip about their fatherland
during the evening hours while sipping
their favorite beverage. In front of the
saloon is a small garden shadowed by an
awning. Every pleasant summer even
ing the tables are covered with beer
glasses, and the jolly conversation may
be heard by passing pedestrians.
The interior of the saloon is quaintly
interesting. On one side of the wall,
from the floor to the ceiling, are pigeon
holes similar; to those in a barber shop.
Each space contains a glass or mug with
the name of its owner painted thereon.
Some of the moneyed Germans of the
neighborhood have silver plates on which
their names are engraved. When a cus
tomer comes in the waiter gets down his
mug and fills it with foaming beer. Very
little transient trade is done at this plaeeJ
Another peculiarity about the saloon ii
that it has no bar and no cigars to sell.*
A rack is filled with long pipes, and each
customer, if he chooses, helps himself’
putting the pipe back when he gets
through with it. Many old German!
from the upper part of the city are amons
the regular patrons, and the proprieto*!
says that he is making lots of money.—*
New York Telegram.
The Japanese Lil Big Noses.
The presence in the city of LeeMapano,
a Japanese, whose nose furnishes him thj
means of earning a livelihood—Mr.
Mapano being a smeller of tea—recall!
the fact that in Japan the noso
is the only feature which attract!
attention. The nose determines tho
beauty or ugliness of a face according a!
it is big or little. This is probably dug
to the tact that difference of noses con
stitutes about the only distinction be
tween one Japanese face and another.
The eyes are invariably black, the cheeli
bones high and the chin receding. In
Japan a lady who has a huge proboscis
is always a raging beauty and a reigning
belle. There are few large noses among
the natives, and lucky indeed is he or
she upon whom nature lavishes one.
In all Japanese representing
supposedly beautitul women the artist
turns himself loose on the nose. —Kansas
City Times.
Cunning Chinese Pig Traders.
Pig rearing is a great industry ir,
Hainun, China. Last year 85,000 were
shipped from Ivlungchow to Hong Kong,
where an unlimited demand exists foj
this particular porker. Owing to the ex
treme competition, however, among the
shippers, 1887 was not a very prosperous
one. A frequent fraud is practiced on
them. On account of the shallow watei
of the port of embarkation the pigs are
frequently sent out to the steamers at
night, and the boatmen take advantage
of their opportunity to exchange big
pigs for small on the way. They bring
back a receipt for the right number from
the ship, and appropriate the profit
made on the weight of the pigs. Chi
cago Times.
The Great lowa Calf Case.
The great lowa calf case is about to
be tried again at Waterloo. It was com
menced in 1874, and has been in th<
courts ever since, and is yet un deter
mined. It has been tried once in Ben
ton county, once in Clinton county,
twice in Blackliawk county, where it is
now pending for the fifth trial. It has
been twice or three times to the Supreme
C ourt of the State and bankrupted the
parties in the suit, who were wealthy
farmers at the commencement of the liti
gation. This simply goes to prove whal
consummate fools some men are when it
comes to a small disagreement,and illus
trates very forcibly the great need ol
courts of conciliation.— Dubuque Tims,
NEVER MORE.
Far away from the world her heart throb*
are stealing
Over field, over mountain, over river and
rill;
She heeds not the charm of their silent sp
iling,
She’s wrapped in her musings, and it’s
peace to be still.
Where is her lover, and what path does he
folow?
Does he ever look back to think of her
pain?
Does he ever look back from mountain or
hollow,
With a sigh that he never shall meet her
again?
Let her dream of him now in the light wind
i hat passes
Over lilac and myrtle, where lingers his
si ad ■;
Let he. dream of him now in the pain that
harasses
The sheen and the shadow, which kiss as
they fade.
kh, proud was the glance that unkindly es
tranged them,
And secret the torture both hearts had to
bear.
Was either to blame that a light word had
changed them,
And pride was the mask weeping love had
to wear?
Love’s chain may be severed, and its bloom
seem declining.
As steps, full of sorrow, proceed their own
way;
3ut the links and the bloom will live on re
pining,
Till the hearts of both lovers are wrapped
in the clay.
—Hugh Farrar McDermott, in New York
Sun.
HUMOR OF THE DAY.
A head scenter —tbc nose.
An assayer knows how to handle th*
ores.
Roosters can generally chanticleer
note.
A receiving teller—a gossiping wo
man.
It is when a boot is new that there if
music in the sole.
Is the soup likely to runout of the poj
when there is a leek in it?
Rumor says our poultry raisers con
template the formation ot a Cochin club.
The dog who goes without a muzzle to*
save a trilling expense is penny wise and
pound foolish.
Nobody can paint pictures equal to the
artist whose nom de plume is Jim Jams.
Texas Siftings.
Don’t the man who commits suicide
by hanging himself die of his own free
will and a cord?
“You can live at home and make
money,” declares an advertiser. Keyrect.
A good many young men found that out
long a go.—-Detroit Free Press.
In Kentucky—Runaway couple to
Gretna Green magistrate: “Will you
join us”’ Magistrate—“ Thanks; I don’t
care if I do.”— Washington Critic.
Servant—“ The mistress says, mum,
that she’s not at home. Who shall I say
called?” Caller—“l r ou may say a lady
called who didn’t bring her name.”— Tht
Epoch.
He—“ Your friend, Miss Wabash, is
quite ‘chic,’ Miss Breezy.” Miss Breezy
—(a trifle enviously) “Yes; Clara may
be a trifle ‘chic,’ but she’s no chicken.”
—Harper's Bazar.
“I would box your ears,” said a young
lady to her stupid and tiresome admirer,
“if " “If what?” he anxiously
asked. “If I could get a box large
enough for the purpose.”
A man ill with consumption tried to
engage a certain young man as his ser
vant, but failed, because the latter said
he did not want to be valet of the
shadow of death.— Chronicle-Telegraph.
Mrs. Christopher Cross—“ This is a
pretty time of night for you to come
aome.” Mr. Christopher Cross—“’Sh,
m’dea! Ain’t come home yet. Jes’
called t’ shay y’ needn’t sit up f’ me to
night.”
A fashionable tailor of this city is
making a summer suit from crash towel
ing for one of his customers. One
would imaginerihat crash would make a
pretty loud suit of clothes. Commercial
Bulletin.
“How is your husband feeling this
morning, Mrs. Bentley?” “Oh, doctor, I
don’t know. He quarreled with me and
threw a teaspoon at the baby because it
cried.” “Ah, favorable symptoms! He
is getting better.”— Judge.
“An exchange says the intelligence,
“Hats blocked while you wait,” fre
quently stares you in the face on the
line of the elevated railroad. It isn’t aft
common as cars blocked while you wait,
however.— Yonkers Statesman.
Mrs. Della Creme (wearily)—“l know
everything we eat is adulterated, but
what can we do, Reginald? We must
trust our grocer.” Mr. Reginald Crem#
(drearily)—“Ah, yes, Della, very true;
and if—oh, if—our grocer would only
trust us!”— Tid-Bits.
Merriman—“Did you hear that th#
Locks and Canals Company had threat
;ned tq bring suit for damages against
the Vesper Boat Club?” Graves—“No!
Is that so? What have the boys been
doing?” Merriman—“Pulling up th#
river.”— Lowell Citizen.
Charles—“Mamma, to-day the teachef
praised me.” “Did he? What did h#
say to you?” “Well, he didn’t exactly
say much to me, but he said to my seat
mate: ‘Y'ou are the greatest good-for
nothing in the whole class. I even
tbink more of Charies than of you.’”—
Fliegende Blatter.
“It is a curious thing in public life,”
said Wiggins, as he laid his newspaper
on the table, “that a windy, loud
mouthed impostor often succeeds, while
men of great merit are passed over.”
“Not at all,” replied Bobiey,” “it’s th#
most natural thing in the world to put
the blower before the grate.”
“In court,” said the card on the lawyer’s
door;
“Back in ten minutes,” on many mor .*;
“Gone to the hospital,” on the doctor’s slate;
On another, “sit down and wait;”
‘Gone to the bank,” on the notary’s sign;
“Arbitration,” that young clerk of mine;
“Back soon,” on the broker’s book;
' Collecting rents,” on my agent's hook.
They were all too busy, a matter quite new.
“cry sorry was I. I had nothing to do;
Then I hied me hence to the baseball ground,
And every um on the grand stand found.