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Homeward Bound.
The sun sinks down; the tree tops show <"
A tender, lingering after glow;
No faintest sound—
Save sleepy whir of weary wings,
And sleepy song a birdling sings
That’shomoward bound!
The shadows creep o’er meadow lands
And o’er the ford and river sands
And rocky ground;
O’er fresh plowed fields and barren place
And o’er the tired plow-boys face
That’s homeward bound!
A silver star world, faint and fair,
Has sent a glimmer through the air
And all around
Is bathed in pale, celestial light, >
That guides the sailor, who, at night,
Is homeward bound.
The dusk that wraps the land and sea
Brings dreams of sweetest rest to roe
And joy profound;
For as the days doth pass me by
They bring mo nearer Heaven—for J
Am homeward bound!
Some time—not far off, it may be—
There’ll dawn the days of days for nj
Then o’er the mound
That hides me raise a simple stone
With just those little words alone—
Just “Homeward Bound!”
—[Eva Best, in Detroit Free Presx
MR. BRENT'S BOARDER.
“Why are you so cool to me, Miss
Hester? ’
“I am not cool to you, Mr. Kings
bury.”
“Yes you are; you don’t like me, or
you don’t like my being here; I can’t
quite make out which it i 3.”
A long pause ensued, while Hester
loaned over the gate swinging her
straw hat, her straight brows contracted
into a slight frown. The plain flrint
dress sha wore did not disguise the
shapeliness of her figure, and her clearly
cut features and soft hazel eyes had
a source of great fascination for
•Jack Kingsbury. It was a lucky chanco
that had led him to answer an adver
tisement for summer board for a single
gentleman. He found tho farmer a
good naturod, jolly follow, and his
wife a sweet-faced, lady-like woman,
who treated him as a son; but their
daughter was an enigma. Jack knew
little about farmers’ daughters, and was
quite unprepared for tho intelligence
and quiet dignity of the girl whom he
had expected to find a strapping, red
faced la3s who would expect him to
chaff with her and pay her broad com
pliments. Hester actually avoided him;
but Jack had hi 3 full share of conceit,
and reasoned that she liked his atten
tions well enough; she was a little shy,
perhaps, but that would wear off in
time.
“The horse is coming out of tho barn,
Mr. Kingsbury; you will bo late for
your dinner if you do not start.”
“I’ll get there in good time," said
Jack, looking at his watch; “you have
n’t answered my question yet.”
“Well,” said Hester, fuming as she
spoke, “if you must know, I did not
approve of father’s idea of taking a
boarder. Ido not like it.” She spoke
forcibly, and without waiting for a re
ply walked off to the house just as tho
buggy came round.
Jack, feeling very much as if some
one had hit him in tho face, jumped
into the wagon and drove off furiously,
venting his own bad temper on the
horse with sharp cuts of the whip.
He had gone to dine with a party of
young follows at the Profile house and
Hester found herself wondering when
he would come back; the house was so
still and lonely when he was out; she
knew she had been rude just before ho
left, but then he was so conceited.
Well, she would try to atone for it when
he came home. Supper time passed,
but he had not come, so Hester went
out for a walk along the road, while tho
setting sun flooded the fields with a
gorgeous crimson light. She walked a
long timo before the sound of approach
ing wheels made her glance up and she
•aw Jack Kingsbury coming along in
tho buggy. Ha drew up at the si&e of
the road.
“Will you get in Miss Hester and
drive home with me?”
Hester nodded assent and sprang iq.
At a branch toad Jack turned the
horse.
“We are on the wrong road Mr.
Kingsbury, ” said Hester.
“I know it,” returned Jack.
“But it is growing late and I must
get home.”
Jack made no reply, but drove on
rapidly. Hester laid her hand on the
reins: ‘ R ally, Mr. Kingsbury,” she
said, “I wish to go home.”
In an instant she lelt his arm about
her. “Not before you have given me
a kiss to atone for your cruelty today,"
said Jack excitedly.
As slie turned to look at him Hester
noticed for the first time that his face
was flushed and hh breath heavy with
wine. Sne pushed herself away from
him and said with a forced laugh, “You
are joking, Mr. Kingsbury, and you
know I do not like jokes.”
“It is no joko *” shouted Jack fierce
ly, “I w r i!l kiss you.”
“There—you have knocked my hat
off--go a'tcr it or it wi Ibe lost in the
dark; I will held the horse.”
Muttering soir.cthirg under his
breath, Jick jumped out and walked
back to where tho hat lay. As he
picked it up he heard the snap of a
whip, and looking forward saw tho
buggy vanishing in the distance.
His wrathful expressions aro best left
unrecorded. It was a good three miles
to the farm, cutting across fields, and
the fresh mountain air soon cooled
Jack’s excitement. Before ho had gone
two miles he called himself a fool and
an idiot and his admiration for the
girl’s high handed way of ridding her
self of him grew with every step home
ward. “By Jove,” he exclaimed aloud,
“she’s worth a dozen city girls I What
a fool I was to insult her; she will
never forgive it. I know her well
enough for that,” and ho walked on
again buried in thought.
He found the door of the farm house
open, and after laying her hat carefully
on the hall table, went straight to his
room, threw off his coat, and lighted a
cigar. There was a knock at the door.
“Mr. Kingsbury!”
“Come jn I" shouted Jack.
“You ain’t soon Hister anywhere on
tho road, Mr. Kingsbury?” queried tho
farmer, stepping into the room.
“Hasn’t she returned yet?’’ cried Jack
in astonishment.
“No, and tho old lady’s a bit ner
vous; but I toll her I reckon Hester’s
stopped in to see a friend, and like as
not she’s forgot tho time, though t’ain’t
like Hester to do it.”
“Sha should have boon here long ago,
Mr. Brent,” said Jack, springing up and
throwing on his coat again. “I fear
something has happened to her. I met
Miss Hester near Brook farm on my way
home, and—well —er —she said she
would drive home, and I walked across
the fields, so,you see she ought to have
been home first.”
Farmer Bront’s weather-beaten face
had a puzzled, apprehensive look as he
followed JacK down tho stairs.
“Wait a bit—we’ll get lanterns!” he
shouted, as Jack ojeened the front door.
But Jick was already out in tho road,
tearing along by the light of the moon,
far ahead of the farmer and some of the
farm hands, who followed with lan
terns. On he went, looking carefully
about him, until he camo to the foot of
a steep, rough hill. By tho moon’s
light ho could distinguish a large, dark
object lying in the middle of the road;
the buggy had come to grief. Just
then from a clump of trees close by
camo the whinny of a horse. Jack
sprang to tho spot from which tho
sound came, and at the foot of a tree,
with tho horse standing closo beside
her, lay Hester. Stooping, he raised
her in his arms and spoke to her, but no
sound passed tho lips that were as whits
as her dress. He was a powerful young
fellow, and, lifting her easily in his
arms, set out for tho farm just Far
mer Brent camo up.
“She has been stunned.” said Jack;
“I’ll carry her hom ; but I fear your
wagon 13 smashed, Mr. Brent, though
the horse is safo. They mu t have come
to grief on tho hill."
What that walk home was to him,
Jack Kingsbury never told; but it
seemed as if years passed before he laid
his lifeless burden on tho hard horse
hair sofa in the* sitting room.
“Fool that I am! 1 ’ he mattered to
himself, in despair. “Oh, Hester!
Hester! I loved you and I have killed
you,” and he pressed his lips passion
ately against her whito forehead. Ho
thought she stirred in his arms once,
but he could not be sure, and Mrs.
Brent was startled by his haggard face
when he brought her in. He helped to '
administer restoratives until there was
a faint sign of returning consciousness;
then ho went out and threw himself in
a hammock on the veranda, only to
start up every few minutes for news of
her.
At two o clock Mrs. Brent stepped
out on tho veranda. “You must go to
bed now, Mr. Kingsbury,” she said.
“Hester’s resting quite easy now. and
tho doctor says there’s nothing serious
beyond tho threat bruise on her hea l.
Thank you kindly, sif, for carrying the
dear child home. I fear it’s been too
much for you, you look so white.”
“Thank me!” exclamed Jack, with a
harsh laugh, “you've littlo to thank me
for, Mrs. Brent. I'll go to bed, if there
is nothing I can do for Mis 3 Hester or
you?"
It was late when he awoke next day,
aud he hurried through his toilet to get
news of the invalid. She was better,
her mother said, though the pain ia her
head was still so bad that she would
stay ia bed until evening.
Jack spent a solitary day. He took
a long walk and did a great deal of
thinking; the up-hot of it was that he
went to his room and packed up all hi 3
belongings; then he came down after
•upper with a small bag in his hand
looking for Farmer Brent. The farmer
and all his hands were out in the fields
bringing in the last loads of hay, and
his wife was putting away the tea
things.
Ia a hammock on the veranda lay
Hester, looking very pale as Jack sud
denly came round the corner of tho
iious *.
“Why, Miss Hater, what have they
done to your beautiful hiir?’ cried
Jack forgetting everything in his &3-
tonishment as he caught sight of the
crop of short golden brown curls which
covered hor small head.
“Oh, they cut it off last night,” said
Hester, scarcely raising tho long, dark
lashes which hid her hazel eyes as tho
color crept slowly into her cheeks.
“Miss Hester,” said Jack again, his
deep voice trembling, “I did not in
tend to annoy you again, but I forgot
for a minute, coming on you so unex
pectedly. No, don’t speak,” as she
opened her lips to reply. “I know all
you would say to me; but you cannot
say anything half as bad as what I have
said and thought of myself. Yesterday
I went off vexed with you and in a
beastly temper, then I drank too much
champagne at dinner, and when I mot
you I acted like—well, I haven’t words
strong enough to express my contempt
for my own actions in the wagon, and
you served mo quite right. I admired
your pluck in getting rid of
me. Thank God! you were
not killed, as I feared when I
picked you up. I thought you were
dead, and through my fault. Ohl
Hester, you will never know how I
felt then. And now the least I can do
in return for all your kindness is to re
lievo you of my presence. I came down
to ask your father to lend mo a vehicle
to take mo over to tho Profile tonight.
I’ll send for my other things tomorrow.
I see him coming over the fields now;
but before £go could you bring your
self to say just once, ‘Jack, I forgive
you?’ You will never see mo again,
though, God knows! I leave all my
happiness ia leaving you.”
Hi held out his hand and she put
hers into it.
“Jack,” she said, in a low, unsteady
voice, “I forgive you,” and a great tear
dropped on his brown hand.
“Hester! ’bending over her, ‘‘are
you ? Bit no, you can’t be sorry I
r.m going; it is because you are not
strong, and I have tired you.”
no dropped on one knee beside the
hammock, so that his face wa3 on a
level with hers, and ho saw that her
long lashes were wet.
“ You would not care to have me
stay, Hester, would you? Don’t you
really dislike and de3piso me after all?”
She shook her head.
‘But, Hester,it can’t be;youfeelsorry
for me, perhaps, but if I stay it must be
forever. I cou d never brace myself up
to another parting.”
She turned her flushed face from his
earnest gaze, but very soft and low he
caught the words, “Stay, Jack.”
[Epoch.
Thc Structure of the Jelly-fish.
Tho active Jelly-fish is as different
from a l tho members of tho hydroid
coiony as a buttcifly is from a caterpil
lar. When fully grown it is vastly
larger than a hydra, it has a well
developed swimming apparatus, which is
under tho control of a nervous system,
which again is $ rought into relation
with the external world by means of
special sense-organs. It is a gelatinous
bell, from the inner suriaco of which
tho pendent stomach hangs down like
the bell-clapper, while tho long, grace
ful, thread-like tentacles aro attached at
regular intervals around the opening of
the bell. The locomotor muscles are so
distributed over the inner surface of the
bell that their contraction squirts out
the water in a jet which propels the an
imal in the opposite direction; they are
then relaxed, and the elasticity of tho
gelatinous substance of the wall of tho
bell causes it to expand and to draw in
another supply of water, which is dis
charged by the next muscular pulsation.
The tentacles aro so elastic and hair
liko that they aro hold by the resistance
of the water, and are drawn out behind
tho animal into fine glassy threads
which aro thrown into graceful undu
lations at erch pulsation as it swims
through tho water, and, when it comes
to rest and sink slowly towards tho bot
tom, they form a web or net which is
almost invisible, but far more danger
ous than any spider's web, for every
thread is covered with the terrible poi
son-darts.—[Popular Science Monthly.
Arabian Table Etiquette.
Tho eating operation is performed by
the Arabs in this wise. Five of them
seat themselves around a large bowl oi
rice surmounted by a skinny fowl, all
being curried. Two seize tho wings
with their fingers and two tho legs; and
simultaneously tearing these off, leave
tho carcass to the fifth, afterwards tak
ing out the rice by handfuls and dex
terously conveying it to the mouth with
a peculiar jerk. One mark of hospi
tality shown to guests when at tablo
consists in the chief’s rolling up some
rice into a ball in the palm of hb hand
and aiming it at his guest*’ widely dis
tended jaws. O i ono occasion this
pieoe of civility was shown to myself,
but not being an adept at tho art of
swallowing rice balls when so projected,
the effect was anything but what my
kind entertainer anticipated, for inde
pendent of being nearly choked, the
grains were scattered, or rather splut
tered, over tho table ia a manner that
elicited roars of luu ;hter 4 even from the
grave Arabs. This, of course, was the
last experiment of the kind tried upon
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HORSE WHISPERERS.
Their Mysterious Ascendancy
Over Vicious Equines.
The Wonderful Achievements
of Con Sullivan of Cork.
It i 3 commonly believed, says the
Farming World, that there are un
doubtedly mysterious influences by
which an immediate ascendancy is
gained over the horse independent of
tho process of teaching or promptings
of affection. Thera was formerly living
in the county of Cork, Ireland, a family
who laid claim to the possession of a
secret by which the wildest or most vi
cious horse could bo tamed. This se
cret is said to have boon original ly im
parted by a Bohemian gypsy to the
then head of the family, a century and
a half ago, and to havo been regularly
transmitted, as a parting legacy at the
timo of death, father to the
eldest son. Possibly there may be in
the county of Cork a scion of the family
still practicing, with more or less suc
cess, the art of “horse whispering,” but it
i 3 au indisputable fact that at the com
mencement of the present century the
fame of Con Sullivan, tho then head of
the family, for miraculous cures of vic
ious horses, had spread far and wide
throughout Ireland. Among the many
wcll-attestod accounts of tho wonderful
achievements of Con Sullivan, “The
Whisperer,” tho services which he ren
dered to Colonel Wastenra, who after
ward succeeded to the title of Rossmoro,
wore the talk of the whole country.
The colonel had a splendid race horse
called Rainbow, and he was anxious to
run him at the races on the Curragh of
Kildare, but ho was so wild and vicious
that his owner found that ho must give
up all thoughts of bringing him out
and running him. He would bite
every one who went near him, liko the
present Lord Falmouth’s brute, Muley
Edris, who “savaged” tho late Fred
Archer’s arm, and it was necessary to
tie up his head when tho groom wlio at
tended him was with him. If a horse
chanced to be near he was sure to bite
him or try to; and the legs of the jockey
who attempted to mount him did not
escape his fangs.
Lord Donerville said ho knew a per
son who could euro him and a wager of
SSOOO was laid on the matter. A mes
senger was despatched for Con Sullivan
who was known throughout the country
side as “the whisperer.” from the sup
position that ho whispered into the
horse’s ear, by which means he quieted
such as were unruly. When he was told
tho state of Colonel Wastenra’s horse
he desired to go into the stable to seo
him. “You must wait till hi 3 head is
tied up,” was said and repeated by
those present. “No occasion,” sail
Con, “he won’t bite me.” So in he
went, after peremptorily ordering no
one to follow him till a given signal
should imply that they had his permis
sion. He thou shut tho door for the unen
viable tete-a-tete. In a little more than
a quarter of an hour the sig
nal wa3 heard. Those who had been
waiting in alarm for the result rushed
■•in and found the horse extended on his
back playing liko a kittcu with the
whisperer, who was quietly sitting by
him. Both hor9e and operator appeared
exhausted, particularly tho latter, to
whom it was necessary to administer
brandy and other stimulants before ho
could be revived. The horse was per
fectly tamo and gentle from that day.
In tho spring of 1804 Mr. Whaley’s
King Pippia was brought out to run at
the Curragh of Kildare. He has been
described as a horse of the most savage
and vicious disposition; he had a habiS
of flying at and worrying any person
who came near him. When ho could
turn his head round ho would seize his
rider’s leg with his teeth and drag him
from his back. The difficulty of man
aging such a horse may be conceived, and
on this occasion it was impossible to put
a bridle on him. The whisperer was
now sent for. 110 remained shut in the
stable all night. In the morning King
Pippin was seen following him like a
dog, lying down at tho word of com
mand, and permitting any person with
out resistance to put his hand into his
mouth, while he stood “gentle as a
lamb.” Ha wa3 brought out in tho
course of the meeting, was run and won
the race.
The fame of tho whisperer h.id now
• preau throughout the country, and his
services were in extensive demand.
This extraordinary person had been
noticed in many and various publica
tions. Crofton Crocker speaks of him
in his “Fairy L -gends” as an “ignor
ant rustic of tho lowest class,” while he
bears ample testimony to his extraordi
nary powers
The Incorrigible Brother.
Simpkins—Are you fond of cabbage,
• Mi-s Lovelace?
MissL.—Ah! Indeed I
Johnny (her little brother) —Of course
she is. Ppa says she ought to be fond
of cabbage and greens as long as she
keeps company to match.—[Omaha
World.
Crab Farms.
Tho crabs are sent to this city, says
the New York Telegram, from Long
Island, New Jersey, Delaware, Mary
land, Virginia and perhaps from bays
and inlets further south. AU persons
who go to market know how tho crust
aceans are shipped. They come in flat
slatted boxes or crate% wrapped in
damp, salt-smelling seaweed or grass.
They are very cheap at the water side
and rather expensive in market. Per
haps the finest crabs aro found in the
waters of tho Delaware and Maryland
peninsula. The Chesapeake and its
hundreds of tributaries on one side, apd
the Atlantic, with its many bays and
inlets, on the other, abound in all good
things that swim. Not the least of
those is the crab. From Havre de
Grace to Cape Charles the soft shell
crab is eaten in abundance by the in
habitants, and the surplus is shipped
north to feed the epicures of New York
and New England.
The shallow waters about Chincot
eague Island, on tho Atlantic sido of
Accomac county, Virginia, swarm with
softshell crabs at this season. Whoevar
goes to Chincotoague finds set before
him at dinner oysters in at least
three styles, white perch and crabs.
Hot bread is an invariable accompani
ment.
Down in Sussex county, Delaware, is
perhaps the only crab farm in tho
world. It is on Indian river, a shal
low stream flowing into Indian River
bay, and is farmed, oddly enough, by
one of tho few surviving Indians of
tho peninsula.
This particular Indian is one of a
score or so who farm their own lands
and live as civilized a life as any
whito inhabitant of their native state?,.
Strangely enough, too, they havo a
special school system of their own,
because they will not send their chil
dren to the schools set apart for col
ored children and are not permitted
to send them to the schools foi
whites. The crab farm is a very suc
cessful institution, whero tho farmer
studies the ways of the crab, provides
or him tho most suitable food and
promptly takes him out of his native
element when tho market offers the
most inducement. Hundreds of crates
of softshell crabs are sent up from the
peninsula every season and not a few of
them come from tho Indian River crat
■ arm. ,
Shameful Pepper Adulteration.
The pepper of commerce is furnished
by the Piper nigrum, or black pepper
plant, which grows in the East and
West ladies. -There are two varieties
of pepper, known as “black” and
“white” pepper and both are obtained
from the same plant. Black ground
popper i 3 the entire berry of the plant
reduce 1 to powder, while tho white
cansists of the same berry decorticated
or deprived of its outer black husk oi
covering. Tie consumer of pepper can
bo accommodated with an article adul
terated to any extent from ten to ninety
per cent., and if ho prefers to do his
own adulteration, a New York “manu
facturer of spico mixtures” will supply
him with the requisite material, while
another New York house will make
“goods to order for wholesale grocers
and druggists” and furnish “spice mix
tures.” From inquiry among the trado
in this city it would seem that the pep
per mixture can be furnished at from
two to five cents per pound, while pure
pepper will cost about eighteen cents
per pound. 'The United States agricul
tural department chemists found bran,
roasted shells, corn, cracker-dust, char
coal and fibrous matter in samples of
pepper —[Baltimore Sun.
Roman Vanity Originated Miniatures.
The origin of tho word “miniature”
is as follows: In the golden days of Ro
man literature to bo a successful author
was to be as great as a king, for kings
looked to their poets for immortality,
as Augustus Cajiar did to Horace.
Hence it was to be expected that authors
would feel their importance and display
more or less vanity. One of their weak
nesses was to see their portraits painted
in artistic fashion in their parchment
books. This work was intrusted to ar
tists called “miniatores,” that is, artists
whose work was largely done in vermil
iod, a color extracted from cinnabar,
and called by the Romans “minimum.”
Those “miniatores” chose the oval form
for their beautifully brilliant portraits _
on the parchment books, and hence the
origin of tho term “miniature,” a small,
hand-painted oval or round portrait.—*
]Phiiadelphia Call.
Antiquity of Brickmaking.
Brickmaking is one of the oldest
trades ia tho world. The Egyptians
taught to the Greeks, and they ia turn
taught It to the Romans. Some of the
bricks mado hundred of years before
Christ aro still in existence and they
aro better than the modern article.
The wages of bricklayers h ive been
steadily increasing. In B.abylon a brick
layer got forty cents a day; in Rome,
under the empire, he was paid a dollar,
and in London in tho sixteenth century
lie got two dollars. -The average pay
for a bricklayer in this country is $3.20
for a day's work.
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